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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Dog Donovan on March 15, 2009, 09:10:32 PM
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Based on a new idea for a story (and a video game later perhaps?), I've decided to create an RP to let my friends here see what it's like in the world of that very story.
Needless to say, all the characters are Furries/Scalies.
In this world, Grernus, magic is second-nature. Every single person in the world knows how to use magic as easily as you can walk or talk. However, this taxes a person's energy. That's the rule of thumb. Sure, you can try to do anything, but can you accomplish doing so? People see magic like we see technology, basically. They don't care to make any more advances beyong a Renaissance age of technology. Magic are their telephones (telepathy), their showers and ovens and dishwashers (alteration), their factories and workshops (summoning) and others.
There are also many who refuse to obey magic's call, called Heretics, that train their physical and mental capabilities to extremes matching that of some of the strongest magicians. Due to a single massive Heretic revolt many years ago, all of those seen as a Heretic are attacked on sight by Fanatics, who use magic for almost everything. They have come to a point of all-out war, and it's stale-mates all around. The third faction is known as The Neutral. Neutrals are simply those who make full extent of both themselves and magic. They'll be found working for either side like mercenaries, or trying their best to ignore the war.
There are obviously heavy opinions on this war. Some people attempt to seek or create safe havens from the war, some try simply to act as if it's a lie, and some participate fully.
You are one of Grernus, and you have the power to change things, should you decide to invoke your powers. Now: Choose your fate using the following template.
Name or Title: WHO ARE YOU??? That matters I believe.
Faction: Fantatics; Heretics; Neutral.
Situation: In War; Avoiding War; Peacemaking.
Species: Self explanatory, I should think.
Weapon / Spell Preference: Weapon if you're Heretical / Spell type if you're Fanatical... or both if you're Neutral.
Apparel: What are you wearing that matters?
Misc Info like Colour...
Misc Info like Markings...
Misc Info Etc...
Here I am:
Name: Zar' Kenir (Zark)
Faction: Heretic
Situation: In War
Species: Wolf
Weapon Preference: Long Bow
Apparel: Full cover of forest green robes, cloak, hood, and
Colour: Red-Orange with Crimson muzzle and stomach
Zar' Kenir was in the forest hunting with his friends. It was his nineteenth birthday and his field commander wanted to let him have some fun for once. Always about striking at the Fanatics in the nearby towns, he was famished for freedom. He had been hunting for hours now, and it was almost time to head back home, lest the Golems catch him out again. He grabbed a dead deer and asked his friends to do the same, all of them hauling a large one on their back and singing a tune together as they jogged to the fortress.
It wasn't until half-way there that his Fox friend, Datharre, screamed and exploded into a burst of flame. His friends pulled out blades and he strung a bow: A magician dressed in golden robes and crystal armor strolled towards them casually, with a magic shield put up before him. Zar' Kenir let the arrow fly only for it to bounce off the shield sharply, but he heard the magician gasp under his helmet. In an instant, the Fanatic flicked his wrist and two bolts of lightning pierced Zar' Kenir's remaining friends. Pulling out a firebomb, he tossed it at the magician's feet, engulfing him in flame... Only for him to come slowly crawling out. The Fanatic coughed up blood and then snapped his finger once in a last ditch effort, calling a tiny Imp out of the sky. It jumped at Zar' Kenir but was stabbed with an arrow up close. Taking one of his friends' blades, he did a twirling flip over the magician and sliced his head off with a quick movement. He searched the magician and found a scroll, which he couldn't read. Zar' Kenir spat once on the Fanatic's face and began a lonely stroll home.
Upon arriving, Zar' Kenir showed a scholar the scroll, growling, "A Fanatic was found half-a-mile from here to the south. He destroyed my friends and I killed him. This was the only item of worth on him. What does it say?"
The scholar read it quickly and clearly, "The fool Heretic fortress to the south of town has been a pest for quite some time now. I charge you to go destroy the rats. Your reward will be based on how many kills are observed," and frowned. "Zar' Kenir, it is good that you intercepted the man, for he could have killed all of us. Go and speak with Commander Garrett about this, and bring the scroll."
Zar' Kenir bowed and did so, sobbing on the inside for the loss of his friends. However, he knew the Commander was busy now, and strolled around the living quarters, looking for a good friend to speak with.
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am i allowed to 2 things
1. To be a shapeshifter?
2. to wear plate mail?
if either then hell yes ill sign up for this
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((Shapeshifting is costly magic in comparison to others, except if you are focused in it alone. You'll kill yourself from exhaustion if you go overboard. And the Fanatics use armor plenty because they know Heretics can't use magic. Of course, if you're a Neutral, you can have many reasons for wearing armor, shapeshifting, and using magic, all at the same time.))
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Ruprecht Faust continued to patrol the outer walls and inner halls of the Heretic fortress, he could smell the stench of a dead animal coming from the living quarters, he then quickly, but not at a running pace, went to investigate the odor. He found Zar' Kenir walking around, "What, you brought back the smell of the dead, but not the kill itself?" Ruprecht, standing motionless in his place like an empty suit of armor, stood at an astounding height of seven and a half feet. He held a six foot long black greatsword in his right hand, and a four and a half foot tall, two and a half foot wide, black tower shield in his left hand. He would be called a "walking tank," if they existed.
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Zar' Kenir looked up to the Black Knight and smiled sadly, "The Fanatics are getting serious now, Ruprecht... A Fanatic warrior killed three of my closest friends, and I only barely managed to escape alive... Yes, after killing him. They know we're here, and they plan on attacking us soon. I'm going to level with you... I'm scared. That man alone could very well have started a flame had we not, mmm, intercepted him. Once they find out his failure, I suspect they will send an army to try and wipe us out. I'm waiting for the commander to hurry up with his meeting so that I can explain my urgency," he wanted to be formal with the walking tank of the fortress.
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Ruprecht walked over to him, and put his hand on Zar' Kenir's shoulder, "The only things that belong to the Fanatics that will get over these walls is their bones around my neck and their blood on my hands." he walked over to a weapon rack and hung his sword on the hooks, and put his shield against the wall next to it. "The Fanatics are weak. They must rely on their magic to gain power. We, on the other hand, fight with our own skill that we work tirelessly for."
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Zar' Kenir nodded and found himself agreeing. He fastened his forest-green attire and pulled the cloak up, grabbed some extra arrows and began walking off. "Magicians are slow to act... but react quickly. I fear the attack may begin very soon. You have reassured me, Ruprecht, and I now go to talk to the field commander... Perchance you come with me?" and disappeared out the door of the living quarters.
He walked with singular purpose to the northern gate of town, and saluted Field Commander Garrett as the great Bear walked into town. Zar' Kenir spoke quickly and formally about the attack, which Garrett furrowed his brow upon. He grabbed a scurrying servant and told him to tell the fortress officials to prepare for a battle due in four to seven days.
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(( so if i was a Fanatic i could be entirely devoted to the art of shapeshifting, and you know, not be tired out immensely by it?))
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{[Well, the more time you have to practice on one thing, the better you'll be at it. As a Fanatic of Alteration you would require less Fatigue and Magicka to preform such great feats, but would, likely, be more tired by the use of, say, White Necromancy or Black Necromancy. If you were a pure Alteration Fanatic you could probably transform into anything, or maybe even transform others into anything, but you would suffer from lack of ability in the other schools of magick, and physical combat.]}
{[But if you wish to continue this Out-Of-Character Discussion, please go HERE (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=6778.0) to do so... we wouldn't want the Local Moderator to come and stamp us out for good, now would we?]}
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Gizor sat down on a stump just outside a fanatic town, he had been hired by them to scout out the heretic fortress prior to the assault, at which point he was to disrupt the enemy ranks.
"well Darkness, I don't much care for the fanatics, but their money is very good, if the heretics had offered more i would not have to do this"
standing up his quickly swung his spear, felling a small sapling
"HAH no matter, after all i am Gizor Delso, warrior extraordinaire, skill such as mine does not come cheap, if those heretics couldn't pay with their coin, then they'll pay with their blood!"
with that, he quickly set off towards the heretic fortress
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With his heavy armor permanently attached to his body, Ruprecht marched up to the top of the gatehouse and watched over the fortress through the thin slots in his metal visage, from here, he could see most of the outlaying area around the fort. He pulled a lever and the giant iron gate slowly shut closed, now the only way someone would be able to get in is to either climb over the stone walls, or dig a tunnel underneath them.
He didn't like acting as the guard dog of the fort, he would rather take the fight straight to the Fanatics themselves, but orders are orders.
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(Lets get this on the road)
The week came and passed, and the Fanatics began cheering and screaming. Thalos, the Mayor of the town, and a high level Summoner, spoke to a crowd of robed and armored Fanatics, "Tonight... We will extinguish the Heretics in their pathetic hovel, and burn it to the ground. They are weak and stupid, slow and wicked, and they have no hope of repelling us! Without further ado, we march to cleanse!" and the Fanatics cheered.
A small group of mercenaries shook their head and looked to their assigned captain, Gizor Delso. The liutenent, a Falcon by the name of Esther, spoke gruffly, "Do you think those Fanatics have any clue what those Heretics can do?" and another answered, "Does it matter? The Heretics are stupid not to make use of magic. Stupidity is bad in war." They awaited Gizor's command, bound by a Fanatic's spell.
An hour afterwards, the fortress became tense and cautious. They heard stomping coming towards them, and realized that a battle was almost upon them. Field Commander Garrett stalked to the north gate, signalling to the Archers on the battlements of it. They nocked their arrows and stood vigilant, a hundred highly skilled men and women. He shouted to the Tanks, and pat Ruprecht on the shoulder, "I want you to prove yourself in battle yet again. Show them what true strength is. For your strength is that which we envy most... The strength of muscle, work, determination, and courage."
I stood on the left side of the gate, and I carried my favorite bow with pride. I saw Garrett tell us to aim, and I did so. I whispered silently to the Archers, "One shot is one kill; don't waste those shots," and they nodded. Screw up my birthday? Oh, we'll show you rats. We'll show you what rats do when backed into a corner... The army was about two miles away by the sounds of it, still covered by trees.
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As Gizor looked around at his ragtag group of men under his command, a wave of excitement passed through his body,
"yes Darkness, the battle comes now, be not afraid" he cooed softly to his spear
suddenly his whole attitude changed, "Esther, do you have the grapples ready?" he barked to the eagle, who nodded and gestured to them.
"Alright then, the battle is upon us, the foolish fanatics have ordered us in first, luckily you are led by me, a great warrior, they ordered us in first? we shall go in first, but undetected, the walls are our doorway men, climb them, quickly, silently, and when you get in the fortress? kill where you must, grab what loot you can, and if you die? don't die a coward" he spoke with a clear unwavering voice, he was not afraid, where there was money, there was his next meal.
grabbing a hook, he attached it to the wall, as did the others, who were a little shaken up by the harshness of the captains speech. silently the warriors ascended the fortress walls.
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"We'll show them what it's like to die by the hands of an Oppressor Group. Right Men?" he turned his head to the other heavy soldiers, who raised their right arms with their blades, axes, maces and hammers in hand, who then all spoke the code of the Oppressor Group, "Never Forgive, Never Forget, Never Regret!"
Twelve men, including their commander Ruprecht Faust, formed the defensive formation around the fort. He stayed at the Gatehouse, as head of the guard, he would stand and fight the enemy until the end, be it his enemy's, or his own.
The emotions ran high, from fear to anger, and from excitement to reluctance. But every soldier, from the initiates to the commanders, would fight no matter what they felt.
Ruprecht heard a the clack of metal against stone, he turned his head to the right to see one of his men leaning over the wall, presumably he heard the sound too, the soldier looked back at his commander and shook his head. "Thought I heard something." the soldier with a warhammer said under his breath, looking over the wall again, just to make sure.
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Esther grabbed a stray watcher on the south wall who had spotted them with Telekenesis, bashing his mouth against the ground then throwing him off. The group continued, and Vragg, a Hyena reknowned for his ruthlessly powerful senses and powerful legs, pointed out a ladder leading down into an open area of the fort. They could see across the large expanse at a group of warriors heading out of the northern gate, with many archers posted around the gate. He also pointed out footsteps on the ground, barely noticable, and grunted that there was likely a patrol in the fortress.
The Fanatics moved south, with musicians at the front booming out a loud tune of hope and victory. Gold-armored Bear and Wolf Crusaders took the front, protected by both the enchanted armor and their own powerful defenses, but next to useless offensively. They guarded a huge amount of robed Fanatics, skilled offensive casters called Strikers, and behind them were Healers. They felt confident of their ability. They were only a mile from the fort now.
The Heretic Oppressors, elite Tanks with natural magic resistance and powerful weapons and armor, moved out of the gate followed by Slayers, Foxes and Felines with sharp blades and deadly efficiency. The Black Knight was an awe-inspiring prescence and his regime of Tanks only added to a burning hope that nothing could reach the Slayers or Archers. Medics stood throughout the crowd, prepared to pass out potions and kits and drag allies back. They felt confident of their ability, as well. They saw the overt glow of the Fanatics from afar, and counted three Skyriders* accompaning them overhead.
*Any Feral with huge wings, born for war and hunting, with strong claws and naturally powerful magics. Generally Neutral, but more often swayed by Fanatic magic than Heretic kindness and words.
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Thinking quickly, Gizor came to a plan
"right, Esther, im placing you in temporary command, i trust you can handle it from here, I have something that needs, attending to." Gizor s mind, for a very short time, wandered to thoughts of treasure inside the fortress, but if the others went with, there would be less gold for him
"Just figure out a way to help the fanatic army" he continued
his troops were confused by Gizors sudden change of plan, but he didn't care about them, they had served their purpose, and now he would reap the rewards. Before anyone could object, Gizor had descended down the ladder and headed into the fortress.
once inside, he began to have second thoughts, but the haunting call of his greed kept him going, hearing footsteps, he quickly sidestepped into a room. two heretic soldiers walked by, "hmph a rather small patrol" he said silently, creeping out of the room, he continued on, but was forced to duck back in when a much larger group of soldiers ran by,
"the south wall is breached, we must repel the invaders" they shouted as they ran past.
"heh, this plan is working better than i hoped, I sure don't envy Esther right now" gizor said to his spear and silently continued through the fortress
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Esther cursed Gizor for his betrayal and ordered his three troops to flee. Death was imminent if they fought, being that there were twenty troops. So, he twisted Gizor's order and decided to help the Fanatics... by running to a city to the south of here and doing some "recon" duty. The magic on them eventually wore off and in secret they planned to strike back at Gizor and the magicians who had bound them...
Arnoel, a Lion's Claw patrol officer, spat over the wall as the four invaders jumped off the south gate running in fear. He dispersed three different squads to different corners and he himself walked back to his quarters. He had sniffed something rank and musty out in his dining room, and planned to figure out what it was.
The Fanatics reached the fortress and screamed in shock and dismay as they saw how tall the walls stood and how black and impending the Oppressors were. Then the revered Thalos charmed them with his wit and ushered them on. Those in front put up their arms and repelled the arrows of the Archers at the gate. Those in back shouted and launched out Fireballs towards the walking Tanks...
The Heretic's arrows were met with expected resistance, but they saw some Crusaders draw back: The silver was doing its work against their barriers. The Tanks stood before an onslaught of Fireballs and raised shields to protect the Slayers, completely negating the fire with their expertly forged shields. The Slayers howled and yipped as they moved to the left and right, dark green cloaked and moving at a speed the Fanatics couldn't begin to understand. They began cutting into the Fanatic ranks with zeal.
The Strikers cried in fear as their Fireballs were rendered useless and again as the swift Slayers came in, cutting a swath with unmatched bladesmanship. Then the Skyriders sweeped with fire and lightning, disintigrating entire groups of Slayers. They squealed in fear and leaped around hurriedly, attacking the Strikers with the intent to destroy them all. Then the Strikers blasted them back with a shared wall of force and the Slayers were forced to run into the trees. The Fanatics cheered... then realized how many had died. The healers themselves had been slain as well, every last one of them. With renewed vigor, the Strikers all chanted as one and charged a massive rain of fire upon the Oppressors.
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Ruprecht heard shouts coming from the fort, he looked back, pondering for a brief moment if he should send someone over, but he turned back to the battlefield, his duty is to keep the enemy from getting to the fort, "I want three Skyrider heads on a pike by the end of this battle, that will show them how beasts of war are compared to real soldiers!"
The Oppressors marched into battle, with their shields up they would defend the lines behind them, they would fight with mixed unit tactics, considering that no two soldiers carried the same weapon. With twelve, seven-and-a-half foot tall, fully armored and armed elite warriors at the head of the attack, how could they fail? Only time will tell, for in a few short moments, the battle will begin.
Ruprecht ordered one of his men to use the six Javelins on his back to kill the Skyriders, it would be a difficult task, but he would not question his orders. They raised their shields to block the fire, they could feel the heat seeping through their shield, and fire erupted from the gaps in between their ranks.
Finally, the enemy was close enough to strike at, they charged as fast as men in seven-hundred pound armor could, and they smashed, slashed and bashed the front Fanatics, they put up a fight, but the Oppressor Armor would prove a challenge to pierce. The faster Magickers in robes could outrun the Oppressors, if they felt the need to run now.
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The Strikers rained fiery rocks down upon the Oppressors, killing four of them in the end, shattering armor of several others. The Black Knight remained unscathed, a fearful prescence on the battlefield. But the Strikers tired themselves, and they retreated and began casting Meditations to restore their energy. At this point, Slayers darted out of the trees and had their vengeance upon the posh Fanatics, killing a myriad of Strikers. A Skyrider Wolf was knocked out of the sky by a javelin that struck it in the jaw, sending it sprawling to the ground. Another was pierced by three dozen arrows of the archers still a quarter of a mile off at the fort.
Arnoel sniffed again and wrinkled his nose. There was a lizard in here... "I hate lizards," he mumbled. And stepped into the dining room to see his living room door open. He walked quickly in to see a Fanatic mercenary rummaging through his precious belongings. "You! Stop right there!" he yelled and drew a sword and parrying dagger.
The last Skyrider picked up Thalos and the great wizard took the staff at the Lion's side. A spear of lightning stabbed an Oppressor in the chest, breaking his armor and sending him to the ground in a spasm. The wizard called to his Strikers and summoned a Xavyreloth* a mile off. The beast came out of a red portal in the ground and began a slow walk towards the fortress, crushing trees. The Archers focused half their fire on the flying lord and the other half on the great demon, and they cried in despair as their arrows were turned from it. The flying Summoner went down quickly, however, dying on his descent.
I remembered this day for the rest of my life. That creature was many things... a nightmare... an impending doom... and it wasn't invincible. I told them to aim for the joints of the legs. Arrows snapped against the crooked joints, but they broke as well. With a cheer of fury, we rapidly took out its legs... But so many there were... It was getting close...
The Strikers were almost completely wiped out before they came out of Meditation. Then, with loyalty to the Fanatic cause, they summoned a meteor together and crushed themselves and the Slayers instantly. Three Oppressors remained, Ruprecht himself and his two most elite, Arxyn and Quosil. They looked darkly at the Xavyreloth and pondered upon a course of action... That was the only problem left. The first Fanatic wave was defeated.
*A massive beast with a thousands of sharp legs jutting out of it. A titanic exoskeleton protects it. It stands two hundred feet tall and a thousand long. The ultimate in siege creatures and a fearful prescence to any fortification. It is millipede in shape, but much fatter, and its great blunt pincers send a shockwave of sound when they pound together, able of crushing buildings as well.
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hearing the voice behind him, Gizor whirled around, for a moment, he pondered the possibility of fleeing but there was nowhere to run
"calm yourself" gizor said quickly, hoping to talk his way out of a fight. "I wish not to fight, name a price and perhaps we can put this all behind us, what say you eh friend?" all the while his hand slowly, almost unnoticably reached for Darkness...
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Anger built up within the three remaining Oppressors, they were THE elite of the Subjugators, how could they lose this many men... If they expected anyone to die on their side they would know how to Resurrect dead soldiers, but spells are for Fanatics, and the dead could not be helped now.
Ruprecht took the remaining Javelins and used them against the Xavyreloth, he threw the first as fast and as hard as he could, it flew straight and dead on target, but he only had four of them left, and with hundreds of more legs, it would only slow it down a bit.
"Take to the right side of that thing and smash the rest of the legs on one side, cut down anyone else you encounter on the way, but do not forget the main objective. Work together to crash it to the ground." The plan wasn't the best Ruprecht had ever come up with, but it was the best thing he could come up with in the frantic pace of battle.
They marched onwards, "Avoid the front end of that behemoth." The Black Knight said, he didn't want to lose the rest of his men, especially not to this insectoid scum. As they noisily and simultaneously march and beat their shields with their weapons, to cause fear and psychological effects on the enemy, they remain silent.
Not a single barbaric warcry or scream, only the hiss of a whispering chant, "Never Forgive, Never Forget, Never Regret." over and over, as if they had lungs filled with an infinite amount of oxygen. They would show the Fanatics the true meaning and feeling of unending Oppression and Subjugation.
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Arnoel sneered and lunged at Gizor Delso, with the thought of vengeance on a Fanatic mercenary burning in his mind... (He's not a player character, just a NPC for the occasion)
The Oppressors caught it when it was but a quarter of a mile away from the fortress. The Xavyreloth deafened them with its mammoth stomps, but they had courage and together struck at its legs. They began to wonder... It was two hundred feet from the fortress... One hundred feet... All of a sudden, it leered over onto its right side, having lost almost all of its left legs, and its soft stomach was exposed. Then, it screamed: A sound that inspired fear in even Ruprecht's two men, who hesitated before striking it. The Archers ran back into the fortress as it began squirming further towards their hideout... It was so close... Then, to the dismay of all of the Heretics, it fulfilled its purpose; with an iron will, it slammed its backside into the north wall of the fortress, sending the gate flying in, crushing another building.
Arxyn screamed with agony, "My sister! You foul beast! You... You... NEVER Forgive!!!," and he struck it with his scythe, slicing a ten foot hole through its stomach. It pumped out an acid onto him, and he burnt in seconds, screaming in utter pain; the armor dissolved almost instantly, and it went through the ground, creating a twenty foot tunnel. Quosil, the female Oppressor, smiled sadly at Ruprecht, pat him on the shoulder, "Goodbye, Black Knight," and pushed him away... Then, she took her trident and jumped at the exposed heart of the beast, saying, "Never Regret," and stabbing it. The muscle pumped out the deadly acid, killing her instantly. Ruprecht stood alone, the Xavryloth dead just twenty feet in front of him, falling into a hole of its own acid. The fortress lay without an entire northern wall, with the whole barracks smashed open... But they won...
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(this is a recap of what my character did since i joined kinda late)
Dash was praying in the Temple of Ishkarna, the Sacred Goddess of Shifting, just before the call to battle was sounded. He ran out of the temple, seeking his master, Dio'lorth. "Can I join this battle and wipe the scum that is the heretics off the face of the land?" to which all he got was a stern "No, we need to bide our time before we unleash our new magik upon the fools of the Heretics, for now you must scout the battle and come back with a report of what happened." "Yes master" Dash replied.
Quickly heeding his master's orders his shape shifted into a raven and quickly flew towards the fortress along with the main Fanatic force. He landed a tree a mile away from the battle as to not catch a stray arrow. Dash watched as the Fanatic force was slaughtered, but not without causing major damage to the Heretic forces. "This battle should've been handled by more then mere Initiates" he thought out loud to himself.
Over the battlefield he spied a lone Oppressor, looking over the battlefield, and he flew over to him and landed right in front of him, standing motionless. "And now is my time to see their Black Knight, the elite of their forces" he thought to himself. Looking Ruprecht over he saw he was a giant of a man, encased in highly anti magic armor, with a gleaming black longsword and tower shield, he realized this man had earned his title "The Unmovable" by the Strikers who survived the battles where they attacked him. He knew shifting into his Knightly form now would be suicide, and he decided to fly away, but not without looking the rest of the fortifications over. As he headed back to his master, he looked back still seeing the Oppressor, standing over the pit which once contained his allies' remains. "Such a shame that his honorable soul should join them so soon"
Once in town he shifted out and quickly spoke to Dio'Lorth "Our entire force has been wiped out, but not without causing heavy casualties to the Heretic forces, only one of their Oppressors remains, the Black Knight. The North Wall of the fortress and the Barracks have also fallen in the attack." and as he waited his master's response, he wondered if now would be the time to show the power of Alteration and Shifting to the Heretic rats.
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I groaned in agony... My living quarters! My freaking living quarters! Where am I going to... live? I looked around in the rubble, seeing several children and women crushed by the heavy walls. My heart went out for them... I pounded my fist into my palm and considered the casualties: Garrett said 56 Slayers, 19 Archers, and 11 of the Oppressors. We killed nigh upon 200 Strikers and 30 Crusaders, but they were all so weak... Atleast we killed Thalos and his Skyriders too... I've had enough. Enough of this senseless defense. I'm going to do something. And without another word, I sneakily stole off into the south... Not knowing the Black Knight saw me clearly across the way.
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Before his master could decide what to say, Dash re-shifted into a raven to re-visit the Heretic fortress, to see how they are preparing to fix the gap in their walls. Once he got there, all was a scene of chaos as their medics gathered up the dead, and families grieved for those crushed by the walls. Of particular note he saw an archer pounding his fist into his palm, as he watched the archer sneak away on some errand. Dash decided to fly overhead tailing him. "For my master and the other chosen of Ishkarna, I shall follow this man and see if he is a spy" and after he thought he let out a loud series of assorted "kaws" and continued to fly overhead.
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The Black Knight kneeled before the wreckage, the metal plates over his knees created a loud clank as they smashed against the hard soil, tremors of anger shook his body, making each piece of metal on his armor rattle.
They say "you should never make friends with people you expect to die in war," he never thought for a moment that these fine men and women would die so quickly. The Oppressors were now in shambles, and it would take another twenty-four years to train eleven newborns for war.
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Gizor laughed as he sidestepped the attack,
"Darkness will send you to your slumber fool!" he snarled, before running him through with the spear, before Arnoel could do anything else Gizor removed his spear and calmly, without hesitation, snapped his neck.
"Ahhhh you poor fool, you could have lived, but chose to embrace Darkness" he leaned over and noticed a gold chain on his neck.
"oh my what is this? A family heirloom mayhap? no matter, it will buy my next meal now." he chuckled and pocketed the chain, and left the room, suddenly he had a feeling that he should leave the fortress, so he went back the way he came.
on the fortress walls, he saw the battlefield, the dead lay everywhere and much of the fortress was in very bad shape, Gizor was struck by a sudden fear, and froze altogether, he was in a very bad place right now...
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Ruprecht stood up, with all of his comrades dead, he made a heavy march back to the fortress, stamping two inch deep foot prints into the hard soil, and cracking the stone bricks in the fort. Once inside, he finds wreckage and bodies littering the ground and floor inside the stronghold, one notable body was the remains of Arnoel, with the gold chain around his neck missing, among other things that were stolen. "Why would Fanatics want to steal from us..." he thought.
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I saw Gizor sitting on the battlements (mind you, I didn't know who he was at the time...) and I moved silently in my cloak behind him; Then I grabbed him tightly and held him in a head lock, a powerful vice-grip that no one has even escaped... And I said, "You will come with me and explain yourself, or die otherwise."
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Gizor struggled for a second and then stopped,
"oh my, this is a misunderstanding" he said quickly, trying to talk his way out,
"I am merely a soldier just like you, i saw what those cursed fanatics did and i was about to give them some of their just desserts, I beg of you to believe me, some of them got into the fortress, i managed to fend them off, but they managed to kill one of the officers, i have his chain here, see?" he struggled and pulled out Arnoel's chain and waved it around so the man could see, then he held his breath and hoped his ploy worked.
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"I don't care anymore..." he muttered to himself and released Gizor, and pushed him out a few feet, "I just don't care about this stupid war..." The Folf looked at Gizor passively and asked him, "Who are you? You don't really look Fanatical..." and he kept his eyes on the mercenary.
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"Ahhhh, how rude of me, my name is Gizor Delso, a mercenary extraodinaire hired by your leader to aid in this fight, and you are?" he asked whilst rubbing his, now very sore neck, and glancing around.
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"I know your lying: Garrett would never hire you. I see it in your eyes. But I'll take your name for granted. I am Zar' Kenir," I said and glanced around, "I grow weary of the Heretical thoughts. Where do you hail from?" I ask looking into his eyes.
(Going to bed)
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Ruprecht climbed the stairs that lead up to the top of the Stronghold at the center of the fort walls. It was four stories tall, including the roof level. He had hoped to find a little peace at the top of the tower, and take in whatever rest he could.
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Gizor was taken aback by the fact that his lie was discovered
"ahhh Zar'Kenir, you are a very clever person, i see you doing great things one day, you ask about my homeland, it is not a place i wish to speak of at this time, i will tell you that it is a terrible place, full of disease and bloodshed, a place where only the strong survive, and as you see me standing before you, it proves that I am strong, yet, you subdued me, that is a concern for me, it means... that i am not strong enough, i thank you greatly for this knowledge, so that i may better myself for the future" he was a little surprised by the depth of what he had just said and replayed it over in his head a couple of times, suddenly he became very anxious, someone was near, but he did not know who.
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He made his report to Commander Garrett, many soldiers gave their lives to win this first battle, and Ruprecht felt that he should have been able to command them more effectively, but what has happened is now in the past, and nobody can change that.
All troops lost in the Battle will be remembered for their courage and ferocity in that battle, but the war is not over yet, it may be months or years before it will come to an end.
"What are your Orders, sir?" Ruprecht said, his armor rattiling from his tension. Subjugators are well known for their intense levels of anger, they have been called "Seething Masses." This can be taken as a passive comment or an insult, depending on the usage.
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Dash flew back to the town of Grimdor and started to land and shift back in front of the master to report what he saw but Dio quickly said "Dash i want you to take a force of Shifters and forever eliminate this heretic presence" As soon as he heard this Dash immediately answered "As you wish". Master Dio motioned towards the east, where a small group of shifters was seen. Upon seeing him one immediately shouted out "Our commander is Dash, there's no way those heretics can stop us now!" "Well, let's make Ish'Karna proud and crush the heretics as quickly as we can!" Dash yelled. Soon the small force of Fanatic Shifters starting marching towards the direction of the fortress. "We can't attack them immediately, we need to properly scout out the fortress, then set traps in the forest" Dash thought to himself.
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A small cat with black and red scraggly fur scouted the outside wall, looking for a way into the new town. Her target lived in a quint hut on the outer edge, just pass the brick wall, if she managed to get in first. Snarling with annoyance, she backed up and ran, climbing the wall swiftly and landing hard on her feet on the other side.
"That's goin' ter leave a mark." She griped, wincing.
Making her way in, Blackeharte slinked into an inn and sat at a table. Her cruel green eyes watched the few patrons coldly and she curled her lips disgustedly.
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I looked at Gizor for a moment and then nodded. "You hate the Fanatics even more than the Heretics, but that's because they have more money. Figures," I said and then spotted Garrett close by on the field, and perked up my ears...
Commander Garrett scratched his chin and looked at the Black Knight with respect. Then he sighed, "We must take back. That was likely only the first wave of their attack and they could very likely be sending a stronger one soon. I would like you... and Zar' Kenir, wherever he his... to lead our men to our controlled town to the south. I will stay here with some of my strongest men and hold them back as long as I can... Ruprecht, do not let me down in this. The fortress is taken, but you are to go to Wassida and talk to my brother, Kyrzoll. Zar' Kenir! I see you! Get down here!
I sighed and glanced at Gizor who was out of Garrett's sight, "Well, what of you?"
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"I will not fail you." Ruprecht said with a confident yet slightly unnerving tone. He made his way to the main hall downstairs.
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A tall, bipedal, dragon walks into the inn, and noticing the cat's cold gaze he thinks "great, already another enemy, and I never met her before..." as he heads to a table close to her, and orders the inn's strongest drink, hoping nobody will recognize him...
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As Dash and his men were on the main path to the fortress, he got news from his scoutt hat the Heretics sent a party to go for reinforcements. "Ok troops, ambush positions". Right after he barked that out the Shifters started taking cover in the nearby trees and bushes. "Soon my ability to lead will be tested, hopefully those rats in the Heretics put up a real fight." Dash thought to himself climbing a tree.
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gizor thought for a moment, then said slyly
"well, i suppose i could tag along until i find something of value, that should cover my costs, besides, i might get to kill some fanatics"
he started to follow ruprecht, he gave a quick salute to garrett as he passed into view, then continued on, he nearly ran into ruprecht as he went along, he cursed softly, taken aaback by the sheer size of the man, he would have to be careful around this one.
"Darkness" he whispered softly, "i feel it, you thirst for fanatic blood now? don't worry my beloved, you shall feed eventually"
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I led the Archers and walked with Gizor at my side, discarding the shouts some of my closest men gave me with a wave of the hand. "But sir! He's a Fanatic!" one said, and I simply said, "No, he's a mercenary. Their pay is forfeit to him, because they will likely berate him if he returns. So, we will give him the benefit of the doubt," I looked over at Ruprecht, uncontent leading a line of Slayers and Shieldmen, likely craving to see the Oppressors again...
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With Ruprecht walking by their sides, Zar' Kenir, Gizor Delso and the other soldiers felt a wave of morally punishing aura that made them tense up, and full of sickening hatred for their enemy. He carried Umbra and Eclipse on his back, he could draw them both quickly, for a man in full Oppressor armor, of course. As they walked to the town, some of the lesser trained soldiers felt weary, likely from the high amounts of epinephrine being pumped into their bloodstream. This should hold no lasting negative effects.
About halfway from the fort to the town of Wassida, Ruprecht spotted about ten logs stacked up on the side of the road, held back by some ropes. At first he didn't think much of it, but suddenly they fell over and rolled towards him when he tripped a wire on the ground, he shoved everybody nearest to him back, and blocked the freshly cut trees with his shield held sideways. "Be cautious, look out for tripwires, and step over them carefully." he whispered to the rest of the group, warning of possible Fanatic traps.
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As we walked, Ruprecht saved our lives from a trap, likely set up by Fanatics. We gasped and fell back when he pushed us back, and we all put caution at the top of our lists... I strung an arrow on my bow and held my complaints of uncomfort as I led the Archers.
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Dash and the rest of the Shifters heard a loud crash, from their log trap going off, but it wasnt as loud as predicted, perhaps not all the logs fell? "Well we know now that the Heretics are moving, but are moving at a pace faster then we anticipated" Dash said quickly and quietly to his troops. "And now we must wait for the signal of a raven's caw, then we go to deliver the ultimatum to the Heretics," Dash quickly shifted into a knight, and picked up the sword and shield he carried with his provisions, and went out on the trail to act as bait.
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Glancing at the dragon, Blackeharte curled her lips even more then let them settle into a wicked smile. "Would ya liken ter sit here a spiel'? " She asked sweetly, eying him curiously.
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somewhat startled by the trap, gizor jumped backwards, then began laughing
"oo hoo hoo, the fanatics don't like guests do they, i wonder what other tricks they have hidden around here"
with that he began moving around the group as they moved, poking at anything he could poke, checking for traps, with the intent of disarming any that he could, but being careful not to set any off.
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Ruprecht held Umbra by his side, and Eclipse high up in front of his chest. He heard a brush in the trees, he snapped his neck looking over to where the sound came from as he walked... it was just a bird, and it flew off away from the group, and into the sky. Unknown to them, the Shifters were keeping a firm watch on their movements. He noticed Gizor scanning for traps, and gave a silent nod to the merc.
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As he walked into the Inn, many of the customers and such went deathly quiet. The only noise hear was that of a nearby Cat's inviting someone over to sit by them. Just his aura seemed to make the place a little bit dimmer.
"Mead" he requested as he sat at the end of the table, positioned just right to see most of the place, just a few corners were unseen, his face still hidden under his hood.
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Dash waited in the nearby bushes waiting for the rhythmic marching that the heretics are famous for, when he felt he was a good distance away to appear as if a wandering traveler, he climbed out of the bushes and started walking along, pretending to be wary of some threat. He started to get a little tense, being this close to the enemy and being unable to engage them, they wee too far from the ambush. He wondered if they were going to try and kill him on sight, after all, beasts are unpredictable.
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"State your business, and tell me your name. Now." Ruprecht demanded, almost threatening the traveler with his weapon. Fortunately, in the interest of maintaining a descent image for the Heretics in the eyes of the commonfolk, he took back from his rudeness... slightly. "Excuse me, tensions are running high, and we're in a hurry, now answer the questions!"
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"Is this how you always greet new arrivals, for my name, I'm Dash, as for my business, I was sent to investigate that crash, but why are you traveling in such a large group, and one so heavily armed?" Dash quickly replied "I almost got killed because the Heretic that is the Black Knight is jumpy, this couldn't have been have been a better plan" Dash though to himself.
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Ears swiveling, she smirked again. "Why not both a y'all sit 'ere. I'm not t'at evil."
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Is actually very suprised that the cat lady had asked him over... He very much was suspicious of this person, but walked over with his Mead somewhat reluctantly, and sat to the right of her. "What is it that you want exactly?", he muttered before taking another sip of his Mead.
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Garrett lay dead at the fortress, the second wave of Fanatics having completely annihilated him and his small group. He went out with valor... The Fanatics screamed with agony as they saw the footsteps leading out of town...
I walked along, having shot several traps up ahead before they could affect us up close. Ruprecht and Gizor both provided heavy assistance as well, and I fear I may not have lived that walk without them. However, there were far too many primitive and heavy traps for Fanatics to have made. Besides, this was Heretic territory... So I suspected Neutrals of one sort or another were working quickly to halt our progress. We were a little more than half-way to the town when we met a man called Dash. I stood besides Ruprecht and asked Dash his business, and why he has halted us, for we are in a hurry.
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"Just ter talk to ya. 'aven't 'ad a friend swing by in a long time. W'at's yer name?" The feline asked, flicking her tail contently.
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"My name is X'ialon. Your's?" he said calmly finishing the last of his Mead, and ordering another pint of Mead. Something about this feline was just...out of place. As if he's seen her somewhere before....
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"Blackeharte. Most call me Kara." She replied, smiling.
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Still uneasy about this 'Blackeharte', I sit down next to her, and without thinking, let my hood down, showing emerald pupil-less eyes. I just sit there for a few moments, finally gathering the willpower to ask "Do you know who I am?" (not in a proudful or uppity voice) hoping she isn't after my head like so many before...
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"Nay, but yer an interestin' sight for sore eyes, dragon." She purred.
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"I've heard that name somewhere before..." He managed to pick up his mead, put it up to his lips, then put it back down, without drinking a thing. He was much too busy trying to remember where he's heard that name before.... this knowledge greatly eluded him, for the door was locked, and he couldn't find the key...
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"Mm... w'uld a small t'wn lung time aga 'fresh yer mem'ry?" She asked, still smiling.
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Sighing with relief, I answer "The names' Zax and i-" I was cut off when the tavern door slamed open, reavling several rugged bounty hunters...
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She turned with a snarl and then smirked even deadlier. "Guddy. M're players ter my game." She growled, swishing her tail excitedly.
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Still facing the back, he steadily grabbed his pole-arm strapped on his back, and undid the buttons. "We'll talk later."
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The bounty hunters go to the barkeep, and hold up a 'Wanted' poster, and he points to me indescreetly as the hunters surround me. One of them (might be leader) arrogantly says "Come with us scale-breath, its time to end your clan's legacy" as he draws a longsword, and out of some sick mentality, licks the blade tip after the demand.
(OOC: you can either join in, or watch me deal with them on my own.)
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(OOC: * wishes to join*)
He gets out of his chair, still holding the pole-arm on his back and said, "You sure thats a great idea?", while then drinking the rest of his Mead.
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"If you must know, we're going to Wassida, a small town not far from here. The road has been rigged with many traps, so watch your step, local." With that, Ruprecht and his men continued on to Wassida at a slightly faster pace than before.
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Snarling and leaping up lightning-quick, Blackeharte shoved a chair aside and whipped out a wicked black blade. Snapping a spell under her breath, she roared; "You t'ink you can take away my target? Scrap outta 'ere, dead breat'."
The felines' tail whipped back in forth as her lips curled back, exposing her vicious teeth. Her bronze helmet glittered from her waist, held there by a braided leather belt. A pure silver chain hung around her neck, an emerald flashing prettily from the edge of it and a pair of gold bracers clinked as her wrists touched, ending the spell. Fire leaped along the blade, licking and hissing as it moved.
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Gizor glared at the newcomer, something didn't seem quite right about him,
"don't worry Darkness, i'll keep an eye on him" he said softly to the spear.
he was so absorbed with the newcomer that he nearly set of a trap, realising his error he quickly focused on the traps, and continued on towards the town
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The hunters were startled by the fire, but straightened up since the leader did not flinch. great....so she was after me... I thought as I got up and looked over the entire group before saying "lets take this outside, the only thing I'm going to pay is for drinks, not damages...". I pass by the entire group, and open the door, leaving the inn, being followed soon after...
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Still battle ready, he stays where he is. "After you." he said calmly, his aura starting to flare up enough to the point where it is visible; It looks as if pure black flames are emanating from all over his body, but yet he himself is still clearly visible.
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"Well besides all the traps the Fanatics have set up, the main road to town is probably trapped, but there is another path that'll get you to town without putting you at risk" Dash smiles after his last statement about the route "Thats right.... the prospect of safety will make you careless Black Knight, i can't wait to test your mettle in combat."
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Ruprecht seemed shocked at this statement, he paused for a moment, "Why not tell this to us in the first place?"
This could be a trap, but who would dare attempt to lead The Black Knight into a trap?
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"Well I couldn't tell you at first mainly because you greeted me with a degree of hostility, but what's important is that you make it to town to deliver your important news, follow me" and he starts going back the way he came, looking back to make sure the Heretic group followed him. As soon as they entered the clearing where his Shifters were stationed, a raven's call was heard and the Shifters emerged to surround the group. "Welcome to your deaths Heretic scum, may Ish Karna grant you swift retribution for our defeat!" Dash yelled, and with that his Shifters shifted into various animals, some strong, some very agile, and others into soldiers like Dash.
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With all of his hatred built up, Ruprecht quickly sprinted towards the Fanatic swordsman, Dash, and took the helmet off his head with one smitefull backhand, then he took his trusty blade Umbra and prepared to cleave the warrior in half. "I'll make you regret the very moment I set my eyes on you, Shifter slime!" With one mighty swing of his sword he made a deep cut in the ground where Dash had just been, The Black Knight then removed Eclipse from the magnetic plate on his back and threw it at Dash's Lioness Guard like a discus, instantly killing her. He stared at Dash with a fiery glare, and pointed Umbra at him with a great anger.
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noticing a shifter sneak up behind him, Gizor whirled around and stabbed his spear through the shifters throat, the shifter fell to the ground dead.
removing his spear, gizor turned to face the other shifters and roared with mania.
"Darkness will send you to your slumber!" having worked himself to a bloodlust he launched himself onto the next closest shifter and began tearing him up with his claws and fangs, a second shifter, in wolf form, snuck up and took a chunk out of gizors left calf, he howled in pain and wrapped his tail around the wolf's neck, and snapped it.
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Dash let the helmet fall off revealing his feline features, with one eye being blue and the other one being green, he sprinted towards Ruprecht and mid run shifted into a golem, using his momentum to bash the Black Knight into a nearby tree. "FOOL I AM THE CHOSEN OF ISH KARNA!" he then turned his attention to Gizor and shifted into back into a knight and charged him sword drawn and ready to slice his head off.
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I stumbled back as the shifters began to attack and swiftly shouted for Archers to aim for the least armored of them. About a half-dozen of them went down before we saw some come towards us. I shouted, "Back bows, front blades!" as fast as I could, and pulled out a short sword in time to stab a Wolf through the eye. I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet ready for combat. I noticed the leader of the pack, Dash, charging towards my newfound ally, Gizor. I screamed and pointed my blade at the knight, and a flurry of blunt-headed arrows pounded into his legs...
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He smashed into the tree, causing a small crack in his chest plate, and a few of his ribs had broken with the armor that was painfully grafted to his bones. Without words, Ruprecht dug himself out of the crushed remains of the tree, with Umbra held high by his side, he charged at Dash, felling a Bull with a powerful two-handed stab.
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Dash started to slow down because of the arrows hitting his legs, and he decided to rush the Archers, felling a fox with a fierce chop to the shoulder and beheading another lynx. He shifted mid battle into a golem and was crushing Archers with his mighty fists of stone.
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"Trees!" I shouted and I scrambled with the rest of the Archers up the trees. We pulled out sharp arrows and began to kill more Shifters, but some the Archers were being defeated anyway. I shouted to Betrayer who was right below me to control his swordsmen.
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He had not noticed Dash charging him, and if it weren't for his allies, he would have been killed, this made one thing certain in Gizor's mind, his allies must survive this fight, so that he may thank them.
with his leg bleeding profusely from where the wolf had bitten him, he struggled to his feet, and quickly surveyed the battlefield, he spotted a dead archer near him, and picked up their bow and arrows .
"I can fire upon them from the trees" he thought to himself and made a beeline for the nearest tree, killing a boar and another wolf along the way.
when he reached the tree, he climbed using a combination of his free arm, his uninjured leg, and his tail, then from his secure position he began firing upon the enemy ranks
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Dash noticed the wounded Gizor climbing up a tree and thought to himself "Cowards, resorting to the bow, no matter theyt shall die anyways" and he began to lumber towards the tree Gizor sat in ready to smack him out of it.
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Ruprecht quickly ripped his shield out from the cracked ribs of the dead lioness, and raised the shield and ran at the Golem with all of his strength, when he made contact with the giant stone behemoth it nearly knocked it down, and forcing Ruprecht into a short daze. He smacked his skull into the back of Eclipse when he collided with Dash, making his vision blur and his ears ring.
He pointed Umbra at the monstrous stone creation, shouting "Not one more of my men will die this day, only those of your kind, Traitorous Shifters!" with that he went into a frenzy, cutting down and and all who dared to face him in combat.
His bones were breaking, his flesh was bleeding, but he didn't care... all he cared about right now was bringing cruel justice to anyone who fought against him.
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"Damn...... that was quite a hit" Dash said out loud in a semi daze, he re-focused his attention on the Black Knight "BLACK KNIGHT, HEAR MY WORDS, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL, AND TO MAKE IT FAIR I SHALL SHIFT INTO A KNIGHT!" "HERE ARE MY TERMS, TO MINIMIZE THE LOSS OF LIFE, WHOEVER WINS SHALL GO FORWARD, IF I WIN WE GO ONWARDS TO THE FORTRESS AND YOU DO NOT GO TO TOWN, BUT IF YOU WIN YOU GO TO TOWN AND WE REPORT BACK TO OUR STRONGHOLD!" "WHAT SAY YOU?" he yelled at the top of his lungs to get over the noise of the battle, and he quickly called off his surviving shifters. "If he honors my duel i shall honor him in kind, however if there are any tricks i shall unleash hell" he thought. "Hopefully they aren't bestial enough to attack an enemy who agrees to a duel."
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"I don't trust Shifters to fight in Honor, they can't even be trusted to fight in the bodies they were born with!"
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Panting, I dropped down to Ruprecht. "We believe in you Ruprecht. You are the last of the Oppressors, the Willful some of the Archers have called you. You're a hero, and no hero of ours could possibly let us down," I pat him on the back and run back off to my company.
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Dash quickly shifted from a golem back to his original knight form, which looked strangely battered and bruised, he instead of a sword and shield combination he had a glaive instead, and stood ready for combat. "Ready when you are Black Knight, know that we Shifters show more decorum towards your kind unlike the other magic users, hopefully you will honor this, and your move." Dash said coldly.
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Ruprecht gave a reluctant nod to his foe, he would rather just kill them all and be on with this journey, but if he can stop this without risking the lives of his allies... he will accept these terms, however long they may last.
He is suffering from many injuries that had yet to heal, from scapula fracture to femur fracture, and internal bleeding. No matter how close he comes to death, he just keeps on fighting, for when war and purging is all an immortal man knows, it is all he does.
He drew his blade, Umbra, and made his move on Dash with a swift flurry of sword strikes, ranging from the simple slash and stab to the unorthodox feint maneuvers.
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(Work has kept me away, sorry.)
The feline grinned, flashing more of her fangs and slipped into defensive stance. As the group of bounty hunters clustered around each other and watched her, she licked the fire, purring loudly; "Let's get ter fig'tin', s'all we?"
Her tail whipped back in forth with excitement and she kept her true intentions for fighting them hidden. As far as she was concerned, she was here to hunt and kill Chrono. Everything else was bonus.
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He also looked at the bounty hunters with anticipation, while keeping his distance from the other two. His abilities sometimes got out of his control, and it would take all his will to keep it down. Right now he needed just the feline alive considering she knew him, and he didn't know her. Keeping the Dragon alive was a bonus possibility for what he was truly doing in this village. He finally pulled out the pole-arm, and held it to his side, the main blade closer to the ground than the spear edge. "Who wants to die by my hand first?" he told the hunters, somewhat telling them truth, and somewhat just for intimidation. At this point he was barely visible under his aura, but as long as it was possible to see him, he was okay.
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One moved to spell-cast and she snarled a counter-spell, fire reaching form the blade to snap into his chest. She shifted nervously from foot to foot, trying to get back the tweak of energy she'd just received. Her glowing green eyes flashed with lust, the taste of coming blood driving her wild. She ran at the second one, ignoring the lead hunter for the moment. Swinging out skillfully with her sword, she cut his arm then, when he dodged the second swipe, followed with a feint to the right and uppercut with a closed fist, knocking him flat. Smiling wickedly with delight, she put her bare foot on top of the ugly tiger's chest, putting a finger to her lips. After a second or two of consideration, she applied pressure to his windpipe and crushed the life from him.
"Who's next?" She asked softly, tail flicking at the end now.
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Seeing the feline jump into combat, became his Que. He rushed in and quickly finished an unsuspecting hunter, whom was watching the feline face one of his comrades. Quickly after the kill he got the attention of about four other hunters, whom approached him carefully. Readying his pole-arm he was secretly gathering energy for a spell, which took time considering he had to conjure each bone knife separately.
Once they were finished, he jumped into the air, and let them fly, a few of them hitting their target perfectly, taking out two of the hunters. As he fell back down, he began spinning his pole-arm, and when he landed, the pole-arm made contact with the other two hunters as he threw it. He walked forward to retrieve the pole-arm, but he was surrounded by about 9 hunters. his pole-arm was irretrievable, and now he would have to result to conjuring a bone-sword, but he didn't have the time ti do it, considering that the hunters decided to go ranged themselves, and started throwing javelins.
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After the two hot-heads decided to attack, I waited until the pole-arm fighter was surrounded, then I let my third eye open, and the power of my clan flow through me as I ran towards three of the hunters, and cut them down with a massive swing from Wrath. Then, I back-flipped as two hunters, and their leader, started swinging at me, I sheated Wrath, held out my arms, and I started slinging globs of acid, painfully incapacitating the two hunters, but not the leader...
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Noticing this pretty good sized hole created just before three of the hunters threw their javelins, he rushed to the opening, dodging javelins here and there on the way. Once at the hunter corpses, he does a front-flip, and while on his hands he grabbed two of the javelins, and thrust one into the closest hunter, then threw the other one at a hunter aiming another one at him. As he continued to run for his pole-arm, he saw the Dragon thrust these blobs at two hunters, killing them painfully, but letting the leader survive. Seems like he wants some sport.
Now at his pole-arm he picked it up, and turned to face the remaining 4 hunters, two of them pulled out their swords, and shields, and came rushing. First thing Artemis did was drive the spear end of his pole-arm through the the left hunter's wooden shield, piercing into the body. The other hunter was wise enough to use this time to get on the other side of his target, and rush in for a slice. Artemis' hand met the hunter's hand stopping the blade from going anywhere. Once again the pole-arm no longer in his possession. "Do you wish to fight me, or that feline over there? The choice is yours." he said, and the hunter quickly retreated, gathered his remaining comrades, and stood in a circle trying to not die. "They're yours, cat." he said as he walked to his pole-arm, grabbed it once again, and then sat down, ready to watch the Dragon fight.
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I noticed the disgusted look on the leader's face as he sees his subordinates retreat, then he turns to me and draws his weapon slowly, and I respond in kind. He gave me little time to mentally prepare as he started charging, giving me two options on how to prolong his demise, either kill him with pure swordsmanship and giving him an honorable death, or burn away all remains of his body with the use of acids and poisons.
(Both is optional, but I want to showcase either or so I can surprise possible allies and enemies with previously unseen moves) ???
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The feline, hissing with agitation, threw back her hair and plunged after the retreating hunters, slashing and dealing blows with her fist where her sword couldn't fall. Close combat was her favorite kind. The feel of skin tearing under her claws, blood pouring into her mouth, that coppery taste washing through her throat, the warm crimson flowing across her muzzle. Giggling as more bodies fell around her, she stopped at the leader, looking to Chrono. "Will you take cur of 'im, dragun?"
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I wanted the fight to end quickly, so as he charged towards me, I put my sword away, and my right claws gave off a white glow. as soon as he got close and swung, I moved slightly to dodge the entire cut, and gutted him with my glowing claws...
It wasn't long until the blood from the wound turned into stone, and the leader looked at me with fear for the first time. "I call it Medusa's Fang" looking at his face " I still have not found a cure in case of accidental hits. Savor your last minutes alive..." and with that, I walk towards a tree, sheathe Wrath, and lie down with my back against the tree, wondering where I can go that has denizens clueless to who I am...
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(Your name is Chrono, is it not? In the rp I mean.)
Struggling with reigning in her feeding frenzy, Blackeharte sidled over and collapsed next to Chrono, purring contently. "Gud jub, dragun. Yer skill amaze me. Liken ye ter accump me ter a new town?" She asked softly, smiling widely.
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(His name is Zax)
I look at the leader who is slowly and probably painfully petrifying, "Well, it would be a nice change of pace of trying to hide myself" I said with a weak smile before pulling my hood back up and looking at the blue sky, three moons, and dozing off...
(I don't remember there being anything about how many moons this world has or if it has moons, so I made 3 :umm: )
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(should be fine)
She sighed, "yea... gets burin' 'ere..." THe cat replied, snuggling up to him and dozing fitfully.
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Dash did his best to block and to avoid the blows thurst at by Ruprecht, but many of them stuck him, denting his armor in some places, going through in others. Cringing Dash swept his glaive in an overhead chop and after he completed the chop he spun around making a whirlwind of the blade, hopping to wear down his foe through sheer attrition.
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I watched the battle cautiously, wincing at the crashing of the blades every time. An arrow was knocked in my bow ready to hit Dash's neck should Ruprecht fail the duel... Somehow I had a feeling something was going to go awry soon...
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He took the chop attack square in the chest, almost not bothering to block the incoming strike, he fell back a bit, bracing his blade vertically on his left, stopping Dash's spin attack in it's place. He glanced over his shoulder to see Zar aiming a bow at Dash, he ignored it like it was nothing and returned to the fight, twirling his blade over his head with one hand, and making a powerful downward swing, which was certain to break Dash's defense.
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He barely paid any attention to the feline, and the dragon, completely forgetting why he wanted to talk more to the cat. The pole-arm once again strapped to his back. He had to get somewhere very private, and fast. Thus he walked out of the town at a fast pace trying to find a clearing so he can try his best to contain his aura.
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Feeling a warm, fuzzy object on his chest, he semi-awakens to notice her snuggling up to him and having a rough sleep, so before he dozes off again, he wraps both arms around her whole frame in an attempt to help calm her down...shes just like Mistress, I wonder if she'll be willing to activate my lock
(if any of you have a question about what I said, either wait until plot devealops, or ask in compainion board :umm:)
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The feline purred and subconsciously snuggled closer, nuzzling him. A part of her was still aware of everything, as it always was when she slept in a different place every so often. Her tail tip twitched as she dreamed, half of the nightmares memories that haunted her and the other half her surroundings blending together. The cool breeze that drifted across her back and the feel of his arms around her made Blackeharte smile.
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Dash Struggled to free his weapon from Ruprechet (forgive spelling it's something i cant do) and when he saw the overhead strike, he tried to evade but it was too late and got a very nasty looking gash in his chest. "Damn him... he's more skilled then I thought" He clutched at his now warm wound and when he raised his arm, it was covered in blood. In retaliation he swung his glaive in an overhead chop that was made to break through shields with ease.
(Gabag is Back and better den ever :D )
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Ruprecht blocked the attack, due to his sword being blessed, it could not break from normal battle damage, but the sheer strength of Dash's attack proved too much for his grip on his blade, Umbra flew from his hands and away from him. Slightly stunned by his show of force, Ruprecht quickly drew the steel long sword of a fallen warrior and swung this much shorter and weaker blade at Dash from the left, down at his hip.
Seeing the large wound in his chest, he made an unseen and crooked smile from underneath his helmet.
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After smashing the sword out of Ru's hands (shortening names cant i cant spell anything) he quickly adopted a definsive stance twirling his blade like a fan, which was designed to deflect a blow and still have momentum to attack, sure enough, Rup aimed for his hip and he deflected the blow. "Just because i am wounded doesn't make me a weaker foe Black Knight" and with that he went into a lunge for a stab.
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He chuckled at Dash's words, and as the glaive made it's way towards Ruprecht's armor, he involuntarily moved out of the way with a fluid side-step, followed by a reflex movement of his arm, pushing the pole-arm away from his body, almost as if seeing the attack coming. Believing it to be an act of the Gods, he threatened them, "Don't you dare try that again." he spoke out loud, and for a brief moment he ignored Dash's presence, then he snapped back into combat with a swift cutting attack from the bottom right going to the top left side of Dash.
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I groggily wake up, and notice that she is still on his chest, this time smiling. I'll let her wake up when she wants to I thought as I dozed off again, this time, with hopes of being free of his collar's curse.
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Expecting his glaive to be dug into Rup's chest he was surprised when his glaive was dodged, then deflected with a palm. Before he could even react he was hit again, but time noticeably weaker. Just slightly staggering from the blow Dash recovered, the glare of hatred in his eyes as he was readying to lunge again, but this time he had a surprise up his sleeve.
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Murmuring, the feline blinked the remnants of sleep from her eyes and stretched on his chest, feeling the dragon awake. "Mornin'." She cooed, tail swishing contently left to right. Her eyes were glistening with morning tears as she blinked them away. Chuckling, she finished stretched and poked his collar. "What is that?"
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He could see that Dash was getting tired, sloppy, and desperate, but he was not beaten yet. Ruprecht made a bold hand gesture, as if saying "come and get me," then Dash's lunging attack came, he stood in one spot, getting ready to make a counter-attack.
The Heretic soldiers, Zar' Kenir and Gizor Delso were counting on Ruprecht to win this duel. He must be victorious, or else he will be forever shamed.
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Noticing where the feline poked, I easily answered..."Long ago, when I was abandoned by my clan, another dragon from an ally clan took me into her cave and raised me as her child, but she did not like any rebelious attitude, so she put this collar on me to lock down about....70% of my strength, but the curse on the collar would be nullified if I swear loyalty to a mistress...don't know why it had to be a mistress, but when I did as she said, she let me practice my own form of poison based combat.....am I boring you?" I asked chuckling.
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Th cat smirked. "Not at all, scaled one. I never caught your name..." She replied, green eyes glowing with mirth. The thought of him swearing loyalty to anyone make her chuckle. "I couldn't se you swearing anything, Dragon." She teased lightly.
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He laughed when reflecting his past attacks "Yea...but I like to see it as 'I really like you' in another way, and finnaly not being constrained is a bonus, and my name is Zax, Zax Sinwyng".
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He could see that Dash was getting tired, sloppy, and desperate, but he was not beaten yet. Ruprecht made a bold hand gesture, as if saying "come and get me," then Dash's lunging attack came, he stood in one spot, getting ready to make a counter-attack.
The Heretic soldiers, Zar' Kenir and Gizor Delso were counting on Ruprecht to win this duel. He must be victorious, or else he will be forever shamed.
As Dash was lunging he noticed Ruprecht get ready in a defensive posistion "Just as planned" he thought. Just before his glaive met Rup he tipped it downwards into the ground and ended up pole-vaulting behind Rup. and if that wasn't enouhg he used the momentum of the pole vault to make a backwards slice at Rup's back.
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"What?!" he cried, as he watched Dash glide over his head and behind himself... almost in slow motion, and before he could turn he was struck in the back, which was slightly less armored than his front. Ruprecht cursed under his breath, as Dash had cut the traps for his heavy pauldrons, and they crashed to the ground at his sides, revealing much lighter spaulders underneath. This loss of upper-weight made movement a bit more awkward, but he'll be able to handle it.
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As he landed he noticed Rup's Pauldrons fall to the ground, he landed hard on the ground, misjudging how badly he was wounded, he picked himself back up and smiled as Rup had trouble moving without the weight. "*Pant* Well played eh Black Knight?"
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"I see I may have mis-judged your abilities as a warrior..." he said in a calm, yet slightly irritated tone. He dropped the now worn steel blade, and picked up his own blade, Umbra. Now, he readied himself for his next attack. Holding Umbra up vertically to his right, Ruprecht quickly marched towards Dash, raising his blade over his head and swinging down at a sharp angle, as if pounding a nail into the ground with a giant hammer.
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Slightly expecting the hammer-like blow, Dash dove right and sliced at Rup's legs with an overhead sweep of the glaive. He then noticed Zar with an arrow ready trained on him "If he interrupts this duel, i'll personally tear him apart!" he thought his rage quickly rising.
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"Nice to meet ya, Zax. Name's Blackeharte." She replied, sliding off and looking sideways at him. Her tail tip twitched happily and she chuckled. "Nice to see fire in your eyes, dragon." She teased airily.
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"I'm noticing some sarcasm in that tone, I havn't seen any fire in my eyes since I got these powers" I quickly added, getting up and brushing the dirt off.
"Well, lead the way...Blackeharte" I said with a smile.
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Zar's fingers itches as Dash looked over at him, and he barely managed to keep the arrow knocked. He whispered to a few of his archers to come close to him and focus on Dash as well. "If Ruprecht is stricken heavily, aim for Dash's eyes."
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He took the attack, and the resulting sound was a mix of torn metal and broken flesh. Ruprecht growled with aggony, but leaned on his injured leg despite the pain. He slowly twirled his blade at his right side, like a windmill, waiting for Dash to make another attack
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He finally arrived back to where the others were, completely exhausted. "Never, ever use that much energy so quickly" he murmured under his breath. As he approached with a slight limp, he noticed the two making small talk, and said "Getting to know each other better already, eh?"
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"Come now Black Knight, i thought you better then this, and i really had higher hopes for your heretics, with your so called code of honor, I see those archers aiming at me, just remember, if they interfere, your lives become forfeit." Dash said coldly, hoping to make the archers nervous into acting, and to get Rup into a rage.
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Ruprecht chuckled, bringing his sword behind him, "I highly doubt that..." with one powerful motion, he threw Umbra horizontally, it spun through the air so quickly it looked like a black disk, quickly hurdling towards Dash.
At the same time as Umbra was within mid-flight, two Katar-like blades extended from Ruprecht's forearms, above the his hands. The one on the right a golden red Dusk blade, and the left a silvery blue Dawn blade.
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Dash Quickly ducks under Umbra and watches as it flies into a nearby tree, he pulls it out of the tree and wields it with his glaive just as Rup gets his Dawn and Dusk blades.
"What!! He knows Magik?"
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The feline chuckled. "Aye. Still don't remember me, do ya?" She teased lightly, smirking. Tail flicking back and forth, Blackeharte sat under the tree and watched the sky for a minute or so.
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Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I leaned against the tavern and coughed before saying. "Blackeharte and I are heading to another town, you're welcome to come along if you want." I nervously said, looking at the grass.
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Ruprecht slowly approached Dash, now holding Umbra in his hand, which was, at first, a surprise to The Black Knight, but quickly he realised that he used the powers of Alteration to change the weight and mass of the sword to better wield it. This greatly angered him, as each step caused his armor to rattle from a trembling rage within himself, "Unhand my sword... or I'll kill you where you stand." Ruprecht clashed his wrist blades together, which created small flashes of sparks... somehow without chiping the blades. As he drew closer, his aura of hate began to slowly fatigue Dash, "I'm warning you, drop that blade, NOW."
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Surprised at his sudden fatigue, Dash realized that Rup was so angry, he was in a position to make mistakes. "Oh this blade, it hardly looks worthy to be wielded as one such as you." Dash taunted. His eyes constantly darting from Rup to Zar and then to Gizmo. "All these rouge elements, this is going to go to hell and back soon.... I can feel it"
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He flicked his wrists, Dusk and Dawn instantly retracted into his vambraces with a signature "shing" noise. He raised his right hand and snapped his finger and Umbra violently ripped itself from the hands of Dash and flew back into the hands of its rightful owner. "You are in no position to object to the demands and a Grand Subjugator, prepare to die, Non-Human!" Ruprecht was in such a rage that he could no longer hide his Subjugator mentality, as he charged at Dash with Umbra held at the perfect angle to swing up and cleave his enemy in half from his right upper thigh up to his left shoulder.
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As I waiting for a response, I'm hearing the clash of metal in the distance..."Blackeharte....I'll be back, something is going on and its got my attention...here..." gives her a discarded talon. "This still has my essence in it, so I can find you guys once I'm done with this issue..." and with that, I dash into the forest, drawing closer to the source of the sound...
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He flicked his wrists, Dusk and Dawn instantly retracted into his vambraces with a signature "shing" noise. He raised his right hand and snapped his finger and Umbra violently ripped itself from the hands of Dash and flew back into the hands of its rightful owner. "You are in no position to object to the demands and a Grand Subjugator, prepare to die, Non-Human!" Ruprecht was in such a rage that he could no longer hide his Subjugator mentality, as he charged at Dash with Umbra held at the perfect angle to swing up and cleave his enemy in half from his right upper thigh up to his left shoulder.
Releasing Umbra, so as to not lose his arm to the hidden force, he watched in dispair as Rup regained his blade, now unAltered because it longer had his touch to supply the spell. "Grand Subjugator or not, you shall still lose" Dash yelled as he managed to barely avoid the cleaving blow. As he recovered he brought up the glaive in a heavy overhead chop designed to behead opponents with relative ease.
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Gizor sat in the tree, half watching the fight, half wishing his side would stop bleeding.
"not to worry Darkness, I will live, but hopefully one of these two will die so I can get on with life" he said to himself and his spear, then he sighed "ahh theres no money to be made sitting around"
he began scanning the battlefield, he noticed Zar training an arrow at dash. "hmmm treachery eh?" he thought
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As I draw closer, I notice a duel going on, then another thing caught my eyes, someone in the background had an arrow aimed at one of the duelists, and the thought of someone interrupting a duel gave him a self-satisfying reason to leap at him, and slam him to the ground, not caring how much noise it made...
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"Ourgh!" he shouted as his helmet took to full force of the blow, a bright flash of sparks blinded his vision for a short moment, as small flecks of metal flew into his eyes from the impact. He staggered and nearly fell over backwards. "I think my neck is broken..." he twisted his head to the left, creating a terrible cracking noise, and to the right, making a seemingly worse, and more painful sound of bones cracking and grinding. "Maybe not." Blood continued to run from his suit of armor, as it had almost always been during the duel.
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"Ourgh!" he shouted as his helmet took to full force of the blow, a bright flash of sparks blinded his vision for a short moment, as small flecks of metal flew into his eyes from the impact. He staggered and nearly fell over backwards. "I think my neck is broken..." he twisted his head to the left, creating a terrible cracking noise, and to the right, making a seemingly worse, and more painful sound of bones cracking and grinding. "Maybe not." Blood continued to run from his suit of armor, as it had almost always been during the duel.
Resisting the urge to throw up at the sound of cracking bone, Dash is still wondering aloud "How did he pull Umbra from my hands, I thought no Heretic was proficient in Magik?"
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"When a man learns to harness the power of his hatred..." he stopped in the middle of his sentence and coughed up some blood. He was in no shape to fight... but he never has quit fighting. He slowly tried to snap his left hand fingers, but they were broken and failed to collect Eclipse from the ground.
All his life has been spent fighting and killing, his childhood was painful and miserable, and he works to inflict those feelings on others. Such is the life of a Subjugator.
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Secretly in awe of the Black Knight's fortitude and dedication to his cause, Dash twirled his glaive so the handle is facing Ruprecht. Offering his weapon to the Black Knight he shouted with fierce dedication. "For your honor, bravery, and sheer will, i hereby pledge myself to you, Ruprecht, the Black Knight! You are the most honorable foe I've ever encountered, and for that, I wish you would let me join you in your service." Receiving shocked gazes from the other Shifters, some took out their own weapons and offered them to the Heretics, while others cried out for the blood of traitors to be split. Not caring about any of them, Dash knew he was forsaking everything he had ever fought for in the past, and was replacing it with what he once considered filth.
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Gizor was unmoved by this turn of events, he noticed a very angry shifter raising his weapon. "can't have that then i suppose" he gathered his strength and leapt onto the shifter, killing him in the process, holding his bleeding side he snarled to the other shifters "any other objections? ill be more than happy to give you my answer"
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Not noticing the duel was over, he picks up the creature he knocked down, and holding him by the collar, began to berate him..."How dare you defile an honorable duel with your archery, if he loses he loses, you cause more harm if you shoot a man with his back turned...DISTGUSTING!!" he finished, slamming the creature back down to the ground...
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Gizor saw the dragon tackle an archer immediately he dashed forward and grabbed him "what do you think your doing, the fights over"he looks at the dragon
, "wait who are you? darkness feels you are familiar" letting go he looked him over carefully
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I look at the lizard man..and annoyingly reply "Unless you have a bounty you wish to foolishly attempt to collect, I am nothing you should be concerned with" but, I don't realize that my anger is cauing my body to drip poison, which is currently harming the archer...
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"This better... not be a trick." he said in a low trembling voice, as he took the weapon with a shaken hand, reluctantly accepting yet another offer from Dash. Was this a mistake? Would Ruprecht be stabbed in the back like so many times before? Whatever the cause, he knew that a steady friendship was the golden road to the perfect betrayal. Suddenly the cilence of the moment was interupted by the sound of a spearhead driving through a man's torso and a Dragon, of all things, screaming at one of Zark's archers.
He didn't know what to think of this moment...
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" It is not a trick assure me, i do not turn against honor allies." Turning his head as the Dragon is on top of the archer, and then Gizor jumping at the archer, the only thing going through his head is "What the hell just happened?"
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The moment when the Shifters would team with the Heretics was not a peaceful one, as some had thought. His march toward his target was in a slight limp, his heart felt like a lead weight, every breath like a step through tar, and his head throbbed with pain, but he needed to deal with this... "thing." In his thoughts that was all it was, not a Dragon, but a "thing." Of course, he and the Oppressors were bigots, but there was something special about Dragons that made them seethe. Perhaps their equal sense of superiority to Humanity? Or maybe it was something a little more personal.
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Unconvinced and intrigued, Blackeharte looked at Artemis and smirked. "My name ring a bell?"
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{[Chrono, maybe you should remove the post right above this one. You may re-post it, or, depending on the changes to my post, you can create a new one after it.]}
Ruprecht saw that the archer has Zar' Kenir, and that the Dragon had dropped him and drew his blade, likely planing on attacking the Black Knight, to which he responded, "Do you always greet strangers like this? I was merely coming over to investigate the situation." in hoping to acquire a new temporary ally, rather than gain a new enemy, he put away his great sword Umbra and it made a sharp metallic clank noise on his back as it attached to a magnetic plate. He snapped his left hand finger and Eclipse flew at him with great speed, and gently rested itself on his back over Umbra. "You poisoned my friend. I hope, for your sake, you know of an antidote." He said in a dark tone, as he looked over the Dragon with disgust.
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"In my culture...interfering in a duel usually means death, either carried out by other witnesses, or by the combatants...but if you worry about him...don't, all the poison does is cause temporary blindness and ear loss, and paralysis, he can't do anything..but if left alone, the poison will soon leave his system as if nothing happened..." I said, and knowing that he will not attack, puts 'Wrath' away and his 3rd eye slowly closes...
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Gizor walked over to them "well, now that were all one big happy family, don't you have a mission Ruprecht?" he said snidely, clapping his hands together, and then tearing some fabric off a dead soldiers body to wrap his wound with
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The fur on her neck became stiff as she swiveled her ears then relaxed, feeling nothing was wrong. Glancing around, the feline stepped close to Artemis and smiled softly. "I remember you, Artemis." She whispered, turning awa from him and slipping off in the direction Zax had taken earlier.
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Watching the feline he contemplates the possibilities of whatever relationship the two must have shared. Why can't I remember her if she remembers me so well? "I'd be glad to come with you two..." he whispered to himself before slowly following her.