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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jul 18, 2016 6:34:43 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Me]
"You? Alone? You can do nothing. I will even give you a handicap, I will not use any magic during our battle, but I will draw a weapon." I stated to Hanma in a nonchalant manner. As I finished doing so, I reached into my pocket dimension, grasping something, only to pull it out.
The weapon I drew was known by many names, it's official given name being Halhatatlan. It was also known as The Immortals, as well as Udødelig. The biggest ability of theirs was not even to be used in this fight, as its main ability was the ability to eliminate Immortals from creation, destroying them in the most complete sense of the word. That ability would be wasted if initiated here, thus I would not use it in this fight. One blade that I pulled out was a straight blade of thirty inches, the blade narrow, I turned it into a reverse grip in my left hand, wielding it like a dagger. The second blade, the mate to the the one I had already pulled, came out into my right hand. It was as long as the first, but took some design elements from a flamberd, having a blade that snaked back and forth. A flamberd only had a slight deviation in this regard, but the weapon in my hand had a 12 inch deviation from one curve to the next near the hilt, tapering out near the end of the blade.
"I am not alone though, creature of damnation!" The soldiers that could be heard in the distance moments ago had arrived, but these beings were pitiful, they would die in vain here if they faced me.
I burst into a cackling laughter at the sight of the soldiers. "Good to know that hospitality does indeed still live, you have provided me with the toothpicks to clean my teeth after I finish devouring you!" The cackling laughter of a madman resounded once more, striking fear into the hearts of the soldiers. "I will maintain the handicap, even against this many, you are nothing !ore than an appetizer! Come, strike, do your best to protect the people! It will be soon that the royalty will fall into my hands! I may as well keep some of them alive to serve me even, just to degrade them before their people!" That comment had the desired effect, leading the soldiers to break out of their fear, their loyalty kicking in to supplement their willpower.
Hanma rushed forward, followed by the soldiers. Hanma's blade had no hesitation as he struck at the core of my body. I with the tip of one blade I blocked the incoming blade, enough force was clashing between the attack and the defence, that some of the soldiers were pushed back by the concussive pressure that was released when the two blades met. In the blink of an eye the two of us had traded thirty five blows, each strike he made I blocked in the most efficient way possible, each time trying to throw him off balance. His stance did not allow his swordsmanship to fall so easily though. I continued to actively remain on defense, never yielding even an inch as our blades danced. His one longsword, tinged the color of copper, was inlaid with runes which glowed as the sword took each blow.
As Hanma was in mid-swing, I thrust my blade powerfully, striking the exact same place that I had on all of the other hundreds of clashes to this point. That one powerful strike shattered the blade he held in his hand. As the blade shattered, Hanma fell to the ground. The backlash of the runes being smashed along with the sword, took its toll mentally, rendering him unconscious.
"All traces of the Rune Galdur must be eliminated... it's corrupting presence does not belong in creation." I stated calmly to the fallen leader of knights. I turn to the soldiers, who could not approach earlier because of the successive blasts from our crossing blades.
In the blink of an eyes, I has maneuvered between 100 soldiers with footwork that surpassed common sense, allowing me to change directions seemingly on a whim. The pace at which I used this technique left the first soldier that I struck standing until slightly after I finished with the last one, at which point they all fell in rapid succession. All of them were unconscious, no deaths occurred during this fight.
Suddenly a clapping sound could be heard before me, behind where the soldiers had just fallen. A graceful woman of approximately 20 years stood before me. Her red hair flowing in the wind with her extravagant white dress. "You have said something I cannot abide by, God of the olden days. You are Vitas are you not? Fallen from your thrown, now terrorizing us here." Her voice was clear, her tone accusatory, and her face curled into a smile.
She took a deep breath and began to sing in an ancient language, runes forming around her, floating in the air before her. I understood immediately what she had said, I stated that her ability, the ability to ruse the Rune Galdur, as well as all other forms of it needed to be destroyed. I would not blame her if she had taken it as a personal affront.
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Post by zearea on Jul 18, 2016 11:39:48 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Shadow]
My stomach rolled as Hanma faced Shadow head-on, the human's words drawing a crazed cackle from the oesusous creature. I did not need to be in line of sight of the two to get a good mental image of the stand off, although at the feel of magic, I wondered at my mentor's choice of weapon. Metal clashed, the raw power causing a shock-wave that made the ground tremble beneath my feet and I reached out, clutching at the nearest wooden pole as cries rang out, ending with an almighty shattering, a soft thump indicating Hanma's fall. Sucking in a breath I inched forward, poking my head around what i recognized as a tower to see Shadow disappear in a flash, seconds later followed by hundred of solders falling flat to the ground. Fearing the worst I flipped on my second sight, arrays of aura's springing up from the fallen, the colours including red, yellow and purple shimmered, dulled by unconsciousness but otherwise indicating that they were all indeed alive, even Hanma who had the brightest aura of all the humans, this was due to the magical potential running through his body, I assumed.
Clapping brought my attention away to alight on a graceful woman, who despite the the horrendous sight of the fallen, still managed to smile and seem rather confident in herself. It also did not leave my notice that she had called Shadow by his true name, Vitas. As the foreign notes lifted from the woman's lips I felt ancient magic well up to meet her. Out of all the magic Shadow had taught me, he mentioned not of this, whatever it was.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jul 18, 2016 20:45:36 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Me]
In response to the haunting melody drawn out by the use of the Rune Galdur, I silently brought forth my answer. Green flames, matching the color of my flaming eyes manifested eerily before me, swirling in a mass of flames that continued to grow. The flames of eternal damnation heeded my call, born of fire and earth the green flames began to compress to a tenth of its size before it's hue changed ever so slightly. When this process finished, the woman before me was still chanting her runes together, wall after wall of runes floating amidst the fallen soldiers and all around me.
I slowly cast my arm towards the woman, allowing the flames that were under my control to follow that trajectory towards her. I watched silently, standing stock still as the flames approached her at a snail's pace. She too watched it, unable to hide her feelings of fear as the flame broke every rune it touched. Another person had shown up moments ago commanding strong magic and also tried to protect the elegant woman, but every spell thrown was simply devoured by the flames without even slowing. A large man also appeared not far away from me, watching with keen interest, but not making a move quite yet.
The magician that had shown up to the side, despite throwing advanced magic time and time again proved to only show fruitless effort as the flame drew dangerously near the elegant woman.
Metal flashed before the woman chanting in the ancient language, followed by the deafening roar of the Eternal Fire exploding whilst being repelled. The magician that had been throwing spells endlessly til now collapsed at seeing this, relieved that they had somehow made it through unharmed.
I watched with mild interest as I felt his presence once more, the same one from the Alcove, except this time, it did not vanish. As the flames settled onto the earth between myself and the woman whom I had targeted, a short being stood with a large hammer outstretched. He slowly withdrew the hammer as he looked up at me, the light around him clearly showing his features now. He was a dwarf, robust in stature, with a head full of hair reaching nearly to the ground. His beard was likewise most of the way to the ground. His torso was exposed, and he wore leather pants that had old scorch marks on them, almost as if they were from him being a smithy.
A deep booming voice echoed about the area as the dwarf spoke, "Did you really intend to kill her? She knows so little of the Rune Galdur that she would never be a threat to you and your kind. Leave her be..."
The woman who had been singing the ancient language had stopped, promptly kneeling before the dwarf. "Master! You do not need to protect me from this creature! With what you have taught me I can take him down."
The dwarf simply shook his head. "You do not understand Princess Solene, he is not only a fallen god per se, but also the creator of all, as well as the creator of the Rune Galdur, albeit inadvertently. You stand no chance against such a being, so sleep..." The dwarf finished by saying only one word in the ancient tongue of the runes, ancient magic enveloping the princess and making her slump peacefully in a deep sleep.
The dwarf turned all of his attention to me then. I had been waiting patiently, figuring I could very well afford to let him do what he needed to. It had been ages since we had last met, and then it was only brief, as the Rune Galdur had wisked him away. I did not know him well, but I knew his name.
"Vaxinhonarg, I didn't expect you to actually make an appearance here today. I knew you were around due to your presence extending over the Koclhor Forest earlier, but I did not think you would have taken up residence here."
"I felt the core, I know it's condition, so I knew you would make your way here. You have always enjoyed starting with the humans from what I know. I came here to stop your infernal battle with the Rune Galdur. However, I do not plan to clash with you directly here. Instead I have freed the Godslayer. He and the man over there, the one known as The Berserker, will be your opponent's here. They will surely hold you for a while, and I will be able to gather quite a bit of information on you this way." The dwarf finished as he smiled to himself...
Behind me appeared a man, slender in stature, clothed in all black, only his eyes showed from beneath the black wrappings surrounding him. I had not felt his presence at all until he attacked with a small dagger, only barely having the time to dodge before I lost him once more. What kind of ability was this? Never has someone been able to hide from me like this, especially not a mortal. I shuddered slightly as I felt a sliver of fear at this, his dagger was dangerous indeed, if I were to take an attack from him, I do not know what would happen to me...
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Post by zearea on Jul 19, 2016 5:11:38 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Shadow]
It had happened so fast, first the woman and her singing, Shadow blasting each of those colourful runes to oblivion until a dwarf showed himself, his presence making me bristle at the familiarity. He had been the presence at the alcove earlier and amazingly, stopped my mentor's attack. This amazed me greatly and my attention was held by what this small man had to say. The Rune Guldur... Core, Godslayer and the Beserker, wait! My eyes barely found the figure that had appeared behind Shadow, his daggers cocked and figure entirely covered by black, reminding me warily of an assassin. Had I heard of such a man called the Godslayer? Was he really that powerful? I was about to find out, fear parting my lips when Shadow turned and I felt something twist in my chest, something foreign. I had to restrain the urge to call out to Shadow, warn him of the slender man, my fingers tightening around the pole to keep me still, however to my chagrin my worry had transferred to my magic and I began to smell something burning, finding with a quick contracting of my hand, that I had left a charred hand print on the pole.
Still no one seemed to have noticed me and why should they? Compared to Shadow's immense power, mine was nothing, like Shadow had literally smothered it like a blanket. It still helped that I was actively dampening my aura though, wondering if any of those powerful five, well six counting the dwarf noticed me, that I had a chance to defeat them.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jul 19, 2016 6:17:09 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Me]
I found myself in a defensive battle against an assassin, an assassin as good in technique as myself, without all of the extras. It seemed from the couple of blows we had traded in a mere few seconds after his first attack that he had honed his skill exclusively since birth. This must be the one called the Godslayer. I knew I had to draw one of my trumps in order to deal with this one without resulting in his death.
I purposefully dropped the Halhatatlan whilst drawing the Tribula Clypeum. This switch happened in an instant, however, two figures precisely struck at that moment when I did not wield a weapon. The Godslayer came at me from the front, and a large features man came at me from behind. The second man was the one who had been watching me for a while, and he was a draconian. I took it he was The Berserker. He came at me with a pair of heavy dual headed axes. This was not good. I could tell he was indeed a powerful opponent, at least on par with both Hanma and the Godslayer.
As the Godslayer's blade came dangerously close to piercing my skull, two metallic forms instantly sprouted from the Halhatatlan. One was a man of thin proportions made of a silver like substance, the other was a well proportioned woman of a similar composition. In the male's hand was the straight blade of the Halhatatlan, in the female's hand was the other blade. They soundlessly crossed the blades and blocked the Godslayer's advance, allowing me to take on The Berserker wholeheartedly.
As The Berserker rushed in, he showed no signs of defence, as is to be expected of the title Berserker. I immediately wielded the flail, Tribula, letting it show one of its advanced forms, with three flail heads flying out upon my mental command. The Berserker immediately and accurately evaded them as he closed in, only to have the heads appear right before his eyes out of Shadow portals. His quick reflexes allowed him to block, but that alone was a mistake, as the spikes of the flail heads shot outward, each a foot from their respective heads. These spikes grazed the Berserker, and immediately released Black Hellfire to disable him. The screaming of the draconian as his scales melted filled the area before he collapsed.
The Halhatatlan had been holding off the Godslayer during my exchange with The Berserker, but they were reaching their limit, having only been able to keep up with his speed due to it being two versus one. I dismissed them with a mental command, allowing them to melt back into the pocket dimension that the Weapons of Legend occupied.
It wasn't long before the Godslayer attacked once more as I blocked with a shield thrust from Clypeum. This broke the Godslayer's stance, which I did not let go, using the Shadow Realm to reach through with my hand and incapacitate him with an electrical shock.
If I had been flesh and blood, I would definitely have been out of breath after this gauntlet. I looked back to where Vaxinhonarg had been standing before only to find him gone. I fixed my stance, relaxing somewhat before looking around at the carnage. No one other that those caught up with my entrance had been killed. I was getting soft in my old age.
My voice resounded throughout the city after I confirmed all of the major players had been removed. "Is this all you have puny mortals? I have disabled all of your prized fighting powers... Is there any left that can challenge me? Or should I destroy this place to use as a foothold in my conquest of the world!"
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Post by zearea on Jul 19, 2016 9:07:25 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Maragarm: Ash, Shadow]
Carefully I observed the raging battle, my breath caught and held when both the Godslayer and the Beserker attacked as one, releasing the breath when the twins intervened, sprouted from the pocket dimension The Shadow of Death possessed. Mere seconds had passed, the combatants so amazingly fast in their strikes that I hardly caught them, more often then not catching the brunt of magical force created by the clashes. It all ended with Shadow's fingers about the Godslayers shoulder, the defeated man spasming before going limp to find the ground. Inside my ribcage my heart fluttered like a trapped bird, apprehension and excitement mounting as Shadows words boomed with such power throughout the city of Maragarm. It was my turn...
Stepping from around the crumbling tower, it's walls cracked after the continuous waves of power crashing against it, I lifted my chin, gaze slowly shiftig, taking in the fallen with what I hoped was a calm expression. "I may not be human, nor part of this city, but I will try my hand in defeating you." My voice shook ever so slightly, magical energy from the wind and earth, amplified it ten fold to allow the city to hear my words, that same energy brightened my eyes, making them glow a burning emerald while the wind lifted my long blue hair as if I were out in a hurricane. "You wish to enslave these people? Make them your servants and rule them injustly, then you will answer to me." My voice boomed, chiming with ethereal youth as together my hands burst into brilliant red flame. I hadn't been serious at the Alcove, not even close but I knew I should be here and that meant I could not rely on the Shadow realm so readily.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jul 21, 2016 8:06:06 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Me]
I smiled inwardly at the amount of raw power Ash was controlling right now. It was time for the main event, and I wasn't about to make it easy. I casually stashed the Tribila Clypeum in the pocket dimension they belonged in. I seized the Halhatatlan from their own humanoid forms, who subsequently melded back into the blades themselves.
In an instant the blades were wrapped in a vortex of SoulFlame and Eternal Fire, as well as something else, something hidden near the surface of the blades, Shattering Darkness. The three intertwined magics silently complied to their creator, forming a pseudo blade over the top of the Halhatatlan. I was constantly feeding the magic that had been compressed and refined with power, and no small amount of power at that.
Under normal circumstances, I would have waited for Ash to make the first move, much less any other opponent, however, the situation did not allow for that. The plan would fall apart if I did not keep up the conceited condescending I had portrayed til now. "Ah, maybe you will be worthy as an opponent, then again, you are just a mere elf! I don't expect much from you." I taunted, honestly trying to see if she would lose her calm or take it as part of the plan. "I will crush you just as I have all the other challengers, then this land will be mine to do what I will with it, and none can stop me." As I finished my arrogant speech, I let loose the bloodthirst of years uncountable, as well as the madness within. The release of these two things were powerful enough to create a shockwave emanating from me, throwing up dust. "I will not hold back on you, I will decimate you like the simpleton elf you are." At this, I flew forward with tremendous speed, holding the blades in a reverse grip as I went first for a thrusting feint with one blade, planning to pull back and release a blast of magic from the other hand whilst spinning in a dance of ancient footwork to have a chance at your back.
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Post by zearea on Jul 21, 2016 15:17:10 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Shadow]
As Shadow formed his new weapon of choice, I felt a quiver settle through my form as the magicks he weilded brushed my senstive aura.The painfully pleasant feeling brought tension to my shoulders and reigning in the desire to pull, I raised my chin a little higher at my mentor's taunting words. Once upon a time that might have hurt, my crippling self doubt drawing an episode from me, but now I felt the words to be empty, Shadow would not have chosen me if he thought me nothing but a 'mere' elf, but as I finished that thought there was a wave of absolute bloodlust and madness that even the most insensitive person would have felt. It felt like a slap in the face, my form recoiling even as my mind rejoiced, horrified, facination felt at my own enjoyment. In turn, the raw energy I had control of roared as it increased in strength, emerald, red and silver spiralling around me just as Shadow leapt forth, almost in the blink of an eye to appear before me. I reacted, the power of wind quickening my movements as I leapt back sharply, avoiding what I realised was a feint and just barely deflecting the magic with a burst of concentrated wind, sending it right back. Relief was short lived as I hastily spun to keep SHadow in front, the ancient dance of death having the desired affect when he reverse spun, confusing me long enough that I lost sight, however his presence beated against my aura, indicating with ease when he took the chance to strike. An idea flashed through my mind that was quickly squashed, there were too many about them who could easily be hurt by their fight and instead I phased out, watching as the tip of Shadow's magic coated blade pierce through my incorporal chest as I crouched and sprung into the air, using the element air to propell me up. I didn't want to have his blade there when he figured out what I had done. As my altitude increased I glanced down, throwing out a hand to release a whip that glittered with fire and earth elements. If it did manage to hit Shadow and, or wrap about him then he would be bombarded by tongues of flame and where ever he is struck will turn to stone, spreading to try an weigh him down and make movement harder.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jul 28, 2016 6:57:12 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm:Ash, me]
I smiled inwardly at Ash's reactions, she had indeed improved quite a bit since I first took her under my wing, but I wasn't convinced it was enough yet. it did not bother me that Ash had seen through the feint, or that she deflected the magic, which scattered in the surroundings before fading upon my silent command.
As soon as my blade entered her form I could tell by the lack of sensation that she had phased away from it, and thus smiled inwardly. She had indeed picked up some of my tricks after all these years, that was certain. As Ash launched skyward I followed her presence mentally, without looking at her. I felt the whip materialize, and the command sent to it to attack me. I knew from its composition what it was meant to do, and allowed it to wrap around me without a trace of concern. The whip succeeded in wrapping around my chest, pinning my upper arms to my side as it tightened, starting a petrifying process.
As the petrification reached up and down me radiating from the magical whip, a strange phenomenon occured. The area that had been effected started to turn black before finally slowing to a halt. A moment later it began to recede back into the whip. When the last remnants of the petrification was sent back into the whip, it exploded outward, shattering into small pieces of stone before reconstructing itself.
Looked like it was my turn once more. I shot upward toward her once more taking the battle into close quarters. I made a few shallow slices, speeding up each time. After I sped up using this method, I started throwing in shadow portals to the mix, dozens of them, each targeting a different part of Ash as the blades flashed in and out of the portals endlessly attacking Ash.
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Post by zearea on Jul 31, 2016 12:41:26 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Shadow]
I faltered for a moment when the petrification was halted, darkness taking it's place to flood back to my elemental whip and I brought in a sharp breath as the whip exploded, sending a tremor through my arm. Useless, I should have known better. Not even a second had passed and the magical weapon was reconstructing itself, Shadow taking that as the time to act, and I tensing up when he shot toward me, daggers at the ready.
The first few slices were reasonably easy to evade as I released small bursts of wind out to propell me away, however the strike after the former strike became faster, until they became alarmingly so. As this went on I tried to think bigger, knowing that any small attacks would do absolutely nothing to the omnipotent man. I frowned, feeling a sharp sting when a blade I did not catch, slashed the back of my calf, followed by another across my shoulder and I jerked sharply around, seeing the wispy finishing of a shadow portal but no mentor. It all clicked when his presence materialised behind me, a deflecting spell snapping up around me as I channelled earth. It shattered with one hit from Shadow, my mind working to spindle raw energy into one condensed ball containing a mixture of Shadow, earth, air and now wisps of darkness. Residual energy from his earlier fight still lingered in the atmosphere, while the Rune Guldar seemed none existent, quiet the oddity since for the most part I could easily feel every other magical energy that permeated a spot. Dismissing that, I failed to evade three more slashes, blood running down my body and soaking my clothes, the pain of such making me wince. They hurt, yet with the power of the earth racing through my system and plain raw magic, those wounds were mending, the pain numbed although I knew from my lessons with Shadow that healing was immensely taxing, that if I was hurt enough all my magical energy would be thrown in regardless of my wishes not to and I would become depleted, hungry aura or not. Sobering at that I let the elemental whip disintegrate, madly moving to counter each of his strikes until enough energy accumulated. This did not take long and I tightened my reign on my thoughts, willing what I wanted into reality.
On the next shadow port my mentor did, my aura rippled, tendrils of the multicoloured tornado reaching out, forming a giant, invisible hand. This was something even Shadow found odd, once he realized what i'd done.
'Stop', the mere thought made the 'hand' become physcial as well as meta physical so that both Shadow's form and his magical self slammed into it. As he did so, finding that he literally could not see nor feel her presence or aura, nor anything he could really cling to magically before him, however everything was normal behind him, at least until another hand formed to fly toward him, as if the two 'hands' would join into a clap of force that would both affect him phsycially and magically. In the present, Ash had done the same with her own hands, the fleshy impact of her clap resounding. Unlike hurting Ash head on, Shadow will find his daggers to have no affect on these 'hands', using elemental attacks and shadow even infused it, making the hands stronger as they sucked it up like a sponge, she had also cut off his connection to the shadow realm. They had never fully explored this ability before, Shadow can only theorise as to what would break down this prison.
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