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Posted on Thu Nov 14, 2013 20:35:00
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Posted on Tue Dec 03, 2013 01:16:36
Fenrir didn't have a clue what had just happened, and he didn't have a chance to try and figure it out before three Elves fell upon him with a series of combined attacks that forced him to duck and weave, and even leap into the air, as quickly and nimbly as he could in order to dodge.

Something was wrong, that much he was sure of when he landed from his flip through the air. The three Elves were before him now, and two of them had already sent sparks of magic soaring towards him. He pushed off to the left in order to dodge them but his body took an instant to respond, and even then he wasn't moving quick enough and was sure to be hit. Something was deadly wrong with him.

Just as the sparks were about to hit him he done the only thing he could, used his technique to jump to a dagger a few dozen yards behind the Elves. He appeared only an instant before the ground where he had been standing erupted upwards with a ferocity that surely would have ended him if he hadn't moved.

Why hadn't he been fast enough to dodge the attack naturally? What the hell was the golden thing that even now wrapped itself around him and Devan, and how had Devan so skilfully and effortlessly slaughtered the Elf that had already wounded him quite seriously. Something was going on here, and whatever it was was leaving Fenrir feeling more and more drained by the second.

The Elves wasted no time in turning around and charging Fenrir, at least two of them whilst the third stayed back and sent another spark his way. At the same time he felt a sudden weight encompassing his mind that must have been the Elf that had remained back.

His body locked up, he watched in horror through the eye-holes of his mask as the spark sped towards him at break-neck speeds, and at the same time he frantically mobilized his mind in a manner to push back against the Elf's in the hopes to brutally overwhelm his foe as quickly as possible. No matter how quick he won this mental battle he couldn't dodge the spark as well, not even he was fast enough for that...

-

Devan cut the second Elf down almost as easily as the first, though this one was clearly expecting his new skill-set. Whatever this golden aura was it was damn awesome! He had never felt better, nor stronger, he could take all of these Elves on himself if need be!!

He turned, with a prideful grin, towards where Fenrir had last been but saw only ruin and wreckage. Losing his smile he quickly searched the battlefield, quickly locating his friend just as a blue spark of magical energy bounced off of an invisible barrier around him, redirecting into the sky harmlessly.

One, or more, of the Sardonian soldiers must have been a mage assigned to defend the squad from magical attacks as best as possible. Devan hadn't seen anyone that looked like they could use magic, but whoever they were they were probably hiding within the trees on either side of the battle in order to remain hidden and thus prove more beneficial in the long run.

Fenrir stayed locked on the spot, his shoulders squared and his body tense as two Elves approached him with their weapons at the ready. Those idiots didn't stand a chance, no one could lay a finger on Fenrir, especially if the golden aura was making him even stronger as it was Devan.

He was about to continue searching the battlefield when he noticed that the third Elf was standing as straight and rigid as Fenrir, and he realized with dread that the two must have been having one of those mental battles. Fenrir was a sitting duck!

He launched himself forward as quickly as he could, calling out in the hopes that he distracted the two Elves, if only to give himself more time to reach them...

-

Fenrir came back into the real world to see an Elf screaming and swinging blindly into the air at a winged assailant, which Fenrir quickly recognized as none-other-than Strong-Wing. The contract he had signed with Strong-Wing and his brethren was of a magical nature and allowed both the contractor and the animal hosts to sense each other from any distance. The faithful little guy must have been trying to reunite with Fenrir ever since he delivered the message Fenrir had given him last.

The bird made for a good distraction, but he would not allow it to be more than that; rushing forward he slashed his sword along the Elf's abdomen, keeping his momentum as he ran passed the Elf he locked eyes with another one that would be his next victim. Even as he approached his new target lightning still streamed from the edge of his sword into the open wound of the previous Elf, whom was now lying on the ground convulsing as quite a deal of electricity coursed through his body.

Before Fenrir could continue the fight however a loud bang drew his attention to the right of their current battlefield, and he was startled to see that a squad of six more Elves had just joined the fight.

The Elf at the forefront looked familiar somehow but he couldn't place where he had seen him before. Their eyes locked and both of them raised their swords, Fenrir's clad in lightning and the Elf's shattered in half, and charged each other...

-

What he had seen in those ruins Faolin would never forget, could never forget.

He had seen Throll before this war and it had been a miraculously beautiful city, one warped and shrouded by magic and unique in its design. What remained had been entirely flooded, the protective dome of magic around the city having been smashed to pieces, and even a thousand thousand tonnes of water could not wash away the mark of devastation and death.

It was with a heavy heart and a solemn purpose that Faolin and Erda made their way back towards Unu'keth, knowing they would have to share the unfortunate news that the Threllos would not be aiding them any time soon...

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Posted on Wed Dec 04, 2013 04:04:34
* Tourivil had been spending a great deal of time thinking. He did not know, or for that matter, believe that he would be successful in convincing the elves to grant Sardo peace. But he knew that he had to try.

It was just a matter of getting those letters, and trying his best...*

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Posted on Tue Dec 10, 2013 00:21:30
Before Shane could reply Auron narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, his face contorted slightly as if he were listening to something he was not happy to hear from an unknown source.

With a sigh he shook his head; "It seems our little field trip is cancelled, we've got more important places to be it seems. This war of ours is about to step up a few pegs..."

Auron clicked and not only he and Shane vanished, but a moment before Eidosa burst through Tourivil's door to warn him of the possible danger to his apprentice he too disappeared.

-

Not wishing to waste the time it took for Erda to land Faolin instead had his partner do a fly-by over Unu'keth and simply dropped off the side of his back, slowing his fall with magic so that he didn't make a rather nasty looking pancake on the nice new streets of Unu'keth.

He landed only a few streets away from the prophets tower, and uncaring for the stares his rather strange entrance gained him from the locals he began making his way there straight away.

Within a few minutes he was rapping on the door of the room Tourivil was in; "Tourivil my friend, it is Faolin. I bring new from Throll."

It had only been a few short hours since Faolin had left, perhaps less than Tourivil had expected, but he had much to share already...

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Posted on Thu Dec 12, 2013 03:36:43
*The door swung open to Tourivil's penthouse apartment. *

Your tone does not sound like it is good news. *Tourivil state simply as he sat at his desk,seemingly deep in thought. *

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Posted on Sun Jan 05, 2014 20:38:53
Faolin stormed in, his face more thunderous than the fall of his feet; "It is not."

He came to a stop before Tourivil and sighed deeply, a sigh that summarized his growing hopelessness towards this war but also his frustration about the part he was playing in it; "It is as we feared, Throll is fallen. I saw no signs of survivors and from what I could gather their forces didn't even have time to rally a proper defence, the Si'fa overwhelmed them single handedly before they knew what was happening.

Some may have escaped in the initial confusion, but for the most part the Threllosian race has been reduced to the few that were outwith their home...A great loss for Sardo but a truly dire loss for this war.

I had wanted to avoid this but I do have one last ace up my sleeve, one last way through which I may be able to fight the Si'fa on equal terms...It is not a certainty, though it is a certainty that I will not survive the process."

He had never wanted to resort to this, but with the Threllos gone there was truly little hope left. This ancient foe whom had battled the first Riders was beyond his capabilities to fight otherwise, only through complete fusion could he hope to stand a chance...

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Er're had to admit it, he was impressed.

Nahkaro lived up to every word of his reputation and more. Sure, at first when he had appeared alongside the rest of his squad they had been quick to sieze control of the battlefield but that had all changed when, upon seeing the almost complete loss of his men, Nahkaro vanished alongside his golden aura wrapped partner only to reappear a moment later without his aura. In less than two seconds he vanished and reappeared so many times that he had emptied the battlefield of all of his surviving allies.

And thats when things started going for his side. Somehow as soon as he started fighting alone Nahkaro became faster, stronger and so brutally efficient that he had quickly dismantled the rest of the initial Elven force and three of the kill squad without inflicting a single killing blow. It were as if he were taunting them; he was so much better than all of them he could hold himself back from the kill.

It was that lightning of his, and his almost impercievable speed. None of the reports had mentioned either of those things, and they were certainly something Er're himself would have included.

If the reports of his fighting abilities were to be believed he was of incredible finese in his fighting abilities but not truly remarkable physical qualities, the real dangers were posed by his one-hit-kill blade and his mist technique, neither of which he had displayed so far.

As it stood however he was ten times as fast as he was strong, and he was heroically strong. His every attack was augmented by lightning or a secondary attack so swift it fell almost in unison with the first. With every swing he seemed to grow faster, and his victory became more and more assured.


Er're increased the strength of his spiritual pressure in the hopes that it would slow his foe down, his speed was becoming hard to counter now and Er're wasn't used to fighting someone faster than he was himself.

Dashing forward he slashed his sword through the air and sent a flare of magical energy soaring towards his foe, flipping his blade around mid-air meant that instantly afterwards he was prepped to follow it up with a physical attack when he reached his target.

As fate would have it however his magical attack moved through the empty air where Nahkaro had been before and hit the ground several metres in front of Er're, causing a great amount of earth to be tossed into the air. He planted his feet in the ground and came to a complete stop instantly.

Before he could locate his target he heard a strange noise that was clearly of magical origins, followed swiftly by the caw of a large bird and some blood-curdling Elven screams.

He turned in the direction of the sounds and was startled to see that his remaining allies were being swarmed by a flock of giant, almost child sized, Hawks that had appeared from nowhere. All the while Nahkaro moved amongst the chaos, cutting and slicing meaty parts of his foes that would certainly not result in a fatality but resulted in a defeated foe as soon as he pumped several thousand volts of electricity into the wound.

Shaking the slight admiration he felt towards the man Er're raised his left hand towards him and attempted to create a pocket of oxygen-deprived air around him, whilst also making the pocket as impenetrable as possible to both physical and magical attempts to escape. It was a method he had employed in the past on some very powerful foes, and it almost always worked...

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Posted on Sun Jan 05, 2014 21:11:25
Do not be hasty to throw your life away Faolin. I still believe that we can reach an agreement with the elves without further bloodshed.I will be blunt with you, I do not think that we can win if we fight them, and by that I mean that we are completely screwed if we even try. Their average foot soldiers give us a bit of a run for our money, and they basically have a god on their side.

No, we should stick to the plan. I need the letters Faolin, if you put those in my hand, I will do my damnedest to put peace in yours.

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Posted on Sun Jan 05, 2014 22:42:17
Faolin continued to look forlorn for a time, and then he narrowed his eyes and nodded to himself. Raising his head so that he met Tourivil's queer silver eyes he nodded once more; "You are right these letters are our best hope.

I will prepare my method as a backup plan, do not worry my life will be in no danger until the process has begun, after which even I do not know what will happen.

I had forgot to mention until now but I'll make sure to add a letter of my own amongst those you are given, the Inari respect Riders quite a bit so maybe me vouching for Troy could make the difference."

It was a long shot that his letter would actually make a difference, but Faolin hated feeling like he wasn't doing everything he could to help his allies and no matter how farfetched it was he would take any option available to him...No matter the personal cost.

-


-

John appeared within a space devoid of light and life, a black abyss that stretched on endlessly in all directions and seemed to have no up or down or any means of keeping track of his position in it all.

He did not stand on solid ground but instead floated within the ether that surrounded him, it was all encompassing and yet immaterial and most chief of all it was inescapable in its grasp.

How long he was held here was impossible to judge, but after a time there was a change, though how his sensory deprived mind would react to the sudden change was anyone's guess. After a moment though he would be as good as new, either because he had coped well enough with his new environment or because a rather strange pulse of invigorating energy coursed through his entire body, mind and all, as the change took place.

The darkness before him swirled and morphed and took form, and soon a figure stood before him. The figure was clad in shadows and its body was not its own, but its' face was one of familiarity to John in the form of Shino.

The man acknowledged John with a dip of his strangely intangible head; "Sorry for the wait John, things have went to Tartarus lately...Literally in a few cases."

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Posted on Mon Jan 06, 2014 23:23:09
(I might be a little rusty.)

Being completely removed from every sense is not something John had much experience with. The few times he had in the past were so old they were useless to him now. For a while he simply stood, waiting to be met with something or someone. After that seemed to be fruitless, he merely got into a sat position and meditated. Whatever had summoned him was obviously far stronger than he was, and there was alot of magic that he doesn't even know about, let alone have the chance to learn. So he meditated, feeling out with his magic just a little, and seeing how fruitless that apparently was, he began to contemplate what to do.

His assassins were well knowledged in what to do should he be away. They were to continue as usual, robbing places and murdering others. Of course, such actions were few and far between, and almost none of them had any magical abilities to speak of. These elves were annoying at the very least.

When Shino appeared in front of John, he blinked a few times, letting his eyes get used to seeing a face again. The energy coursing through him made him feel weird. He doubted he'd felt like this in a very, very long time.

"Hello long friend, it has certainly been a long time." He spoke, his voice starting a bit like a whisper but slowly fixing itself. His wording was clever, both glad to see Shino after a long hiatus, and also to have greeted someone who possibly summoned him here. "I assume it has something to partially do with that little group that attacked my Fort? Or the Elves possibly?"

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Posted on Tue Jan 07, 2014 00:01:09
The get them. We need them above all else. *Tourivil said. *

Now, if you'll excuse me, Faolin, I must think about what I will say to them, and write a letter of my own.

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Posted on Tue Jan 07, 2014 00:52:19
"Consider it done." Faolin said with a nod, he lingered for a moment wondering if he should tell Tourivil the dangers of his plan but then decided against it. He was a wise man and he was clearly busy, these potential threats were of little importance in the face of the current, very real, ones they faced together.

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"It's good to see you too John, if only it was not under these circumstances."

Shino smirked but it a strange smirk, it showed signs of deep sadness and regret, and a clear unwillingness to say what he said next; "John, my old friend, your story is ending."

He shook his almost disembodied head slightly as if to shake the last statement off; "You've had a long life, and a good one, but your time is ending. You probably haven't felt it but you've been doing for a while now, and not just of old age. Sazh has protected you from most of the side effects but your body is wasting away from a disease, he could save you from it entirely if that were your wish but I can tell you now that you have three years left of your natural life. Three years, and then your story ends."

Beside Shino a second figure began to form, this one slightly more slender though still shadowy in nature. This one did not fill in gradually but instead became one in a single burst of intensity, and then was gone an instant later like a flash of light that left a single after-image in John's mind; the frame of his daughter Kia smiling at him.

"It has taken us some time my friend but we have finally freed your daughter from the clutches of War, the task he set you was nigh on impossible to complete on your own and only would have sent Sardo further into the depths of chaos. You may rest from that task now.

However, there is a war greater than your own being fought on the Godly plains, and our enemy is a hundred times stronger than the Elves. Every day we lose more and more ground to forces more ancient than I care to count, and with every loss our need for aid grows and grows. The Three are powerful, and they are wise but they cannot be at every battlefield and so they need an army of their own, and men to command it...Men like us.

Your time on the mortal plain is ending friend, but I give you the chance now to join me and your fallen comrades once again. I cannot promise you peace in the afterlife, far from it, but I can promise you a vessel far stronger than your mortal body, one which we need every bit as much as Sardo if not more.

Entities are waking, beings known as Titans and things even fouler and more ancient. Their power is incredible and their armies undying in number, to strike one is to cause another five to arise from their ashes. The decision that lies before you is to chose between foes of incredible strength, or their even stronger commanders and it is not one that should be made lightly.

The choice cannot be made for you however, and no one will blame you for any choice you make, but now is the time to decide; do you accept your end, or does that body of yours have more to give to the mortal world yet?"

Shino knew he was asking a lot of John, hell he was asking the man to die, but he also knew that John was no coward and he would make the decision he thought best for everyone.

The way things were looking in the Godly world, with Gaia waking and her forces growing in number and strength with every passing day, John's help might not even make that much of a difference. He had personally persuaded Sazh to extend this offer to John, vouching that his strength would make a great difference, but perhaps he simply wanted another familiar face on the battlefields at a time when there were so many aggressors.

-

Fenrir felt the change in the air instantly, he tried to jump away to one of his throwing knives but he felt his magical usage be restricted before it even began. Panic set in even before he noticed the lack of air, no one had been able to stop his transportation technique before.

He tried to run forward but found that he was being held within an invisible barrier, and even the effort it took him to make the two steps to figure that out took an extreme amount of energy from him. He spun around frantically looking for a way out, looking for some weakness in this sudden and devastating technique but he could see nothing...He could see no way out. He could see...

Suddenly he saw an intense burst of blue light above, accompanied by the all to familiar crackling of lightning. The light fell downwards and would have hit him square on the head if not for the forcefield that seemed to absorb the light wholly, only to fizzle out a moment later.

It was a miraculous thing to see, every molecule of air around him shimmered for a split second and then he could breathe, he could move and most prominently he could see that the 'light' had originated from none other than Myrazia, whom glided through the air at about head height and descending, aiming herself towards Er're as a ball of electricity the size of his fist sizzled angrily on the black spike that protruded from her nose.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here!?"


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Posted on Tue Jan 07, 2014 14:48:43
John started to laugh. At first it was a light chuckle, as if Shino had told a funny joke, but it grew louder, more obnoxious and eventually , just a bit crazed. His eyes started to water a bit from laughing so hard. "Ironic, isn't it. The three leave me here on this plane, one of the last they had left behind, to finally come and help them." His mouth was stretched into a grin as he spoke.

"Too long have I walked upon this earth. Sahz thinks I have three years left of life, but I doubt I'd even have one. One does not get to this age without magically holding their body together. I doubt Sahz put that into the equation." He paused for a moment, as if pondering the request. "If I am to join you, there is one small thing that must be done first."

He reached into his robes, and pulled out a small letter. "Not a will, but instructions. Despite being the assassins leader, I have almost naught to my name. These instructions are my last orders for the guild, and who knows, maybe they can grow bigger eventually." The instructions merely said that he was going to die, and was thus leaving these last instructions as he did not expect to return. Of course, he did not expect to be moved to another plane entirely, but he'd known that with these elves, it wasn't long before his death.

"It's something I'm sure can be managed with the flick of a finger." He grinned. "I assume there's no time to hug my daughter and kiss my wife, as all men do before they go to war?" He chuckled. This war for the gods must be dire if they need him.

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Posted on Wed Jan 08, 2014 15:55:37
Shino smirked and his shadowy shoulders seemed to move in a manner that suggested he was shrugging; "I assure you Sazh is not mistaken, the fates do not make mistakes on these matters; three years of life is what you have left.

You're choosing our war over Sardo's, a hard choice to make. We'll see if it was the right one sometime down the road I guess..."

As Shino spoke, though at no exact moment, the letter in John's hand disappeared and appeared in the air before the person whom he willed it to be given to. Its disappearance would feel to John as if he had simply forgotten its existence for a moment and when he looked back it was gone, though he did not see it vanish at all.

"I imagine you shall John, just not as you'd hope. This war is leaking onto every plain, including Elysium and Olympus meaning there's no rest for our fallen any longer. Those that once fought in life are being asked to once again for the sake of all things, though if they do not wish to or are unable we do have some safe havens left to stash them away. I don't know for sure, but I'm fairly certain your family will be asked to fight, in fact I'm sure you'll see a lot of familiar faces on the battlefields to come..."

Shino's full being suddenly phased into existence, though for perhaps the first time since John had met the man he did not wear his trademark red jacket at all. Instead he wore a thick black breastplate that left his arms fully exposed but looked like it could stop just about anything from hitting his chest. His arms were more muscular and a shade of bronze that they had never shown before, clearly he had been seeing some action lately. He did not bare a sword or weapon of any kind either which was strange, since usually he carries a sword about as big as he is.

"This has to be quick, we've got a battle to go to right now. The Titan Oceanus is sieging Atlantis with quite a horde, I do hope you like water...

Are you ready John, its about time you shook of that mortal frame of yours eh old friend?"

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Her only response to Fenrir's question was a glare that seemed to cause him to shudder slightly.

Without pausing to express her extreme anger towards her Rider for not retrieving her when things got dangerous, or fleeing, Myrazia turned her head upwards slightly and finished charging the bolt on the tip of her nose. With a flourish she sent it flying towards the Elf that had dared to trap Fenrir.

The bolt zig-zagged through the air in an instant and passed straight through the Elf's chest, jumping onto the earth behind him afterwards and causing a large explosion that engulfed him.

This ability of hers was new, and she was using it out of pure instinct but she could certainly get used to it! No Dragon had ever tamed lightning before, their's was the power of fire after all, but right now she was glad to be an anomaly if it meant she could protect Fenrir.

Myrazia, how did you get here? And how the hell are you doing that!?

Fenrir moved in front of her as if he were her only line of defense, he was on guard against the three remaining Elves that had them surrounded in a ways. That being said those Elves were being ravaged by a flock of magical Eagles that Fenrir had summoned so they weren't much of a danger.

Dragon magic. She responded without thinking, and then in a voice filled with surprise at what she saw amongst the smoke before them; "He's stronger than I thought..."

She felt Fenrir's surprise too through their bond as the smoke cleared up a little more and their opponent still stood before them, haggard and panting but still standing.

"Im...No, not impossible...Incredible, you're a Rider? A new one as well...No wonder you're stronger than we thought Nahkaro, I underestimated you. A mistake I should not have made Ryla." The Elf shook himself and took a deep breathe in the hopes to regain his poise, he took a step towards them but was stopped when another Elf suddenly appeared to his right with his arm outstretched.

This Elf was accompanied by six others, all of whom looked on at their dead comrades with nothing short of disgust. The one that held his hand in front of their foe looked at his wounded brother once and then towards them; "I am Fera, and you are not Nahkaro Mizashi."

His voice was deep and powerful, and it held no uncertainty.

One of the six stepped out of the group and spoke, though he was hard to make it due to the fact he wore a strange suit covering his whole body; "'Not Nahkaro, but still dangerous, perhaps even more so. A Rider, but something else feels off...He feels like the last one we engaged.

Threat Level; maximum
Advised course of action; Termination."

Fera lowered his arm and summoned a long elegantly designed spear into his hand; "Brother Er're-Shu, it is not often the uninitiated are allowed to fight alongside members of The Seven, but today I ask that you join us in defeating this foe.

What say you?"

"I say it would be my pleasure..." Er're lifted his sword and held it diagonally, so that it almost matched up perfectly with his face disfiguring scar though it came up short due to the fact it was only half a blade.

In an instant, and much to Myrazia's surprise, Er're twirled around and brought his sword down through the air, knocking Fera's spear from his hand. He spun several more times in a blur of motion, cutting into his comrade with each spin.

Leaping away from the seven startled Elves Er're came to stand several yards in front of Fenrir with his back turned to them; "It would be my pleasure to help defend Sardo from the likes of you!"

Fera had fallen to one knee and curled in on himself defensively, but he rose back to his feet now and as he turned back so that they could see his whole face Myrazia watched the fresh wounds dealt by Er're sizzle shut and the blood be washed away as if he were submerged in water. His expression was grim, and his spear flew to his outstretched hand once more;

"To fight a Ryla is of the greatest honour, it is a shame this experience is tainted by the presence of a traitorous letch."

Er're guffawed and squared his shoulders, readying himself for the fight to come; "I am no traitor, not to the true ways of the Inarus!"

All at once the Seven Elves charged, and as a unit of three she, her Rider and their startling turncoat ally Er're returned their charge together...

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"One does wonder what they'll be like with cosmic power." John replied. One thing does bug me though, what happens to the the dead when they re-die, assuming they can? Are they bound to the titans or given over to another plane? That does sound like something to look into regardless." John smiled at his old friend. "Besides, having a new body and a lot more power allows me more ability to create new magics."

When Shino showed his body, it didn't surprise John. There was never a question that the man was strong, and in a swordfight, they were possibly close skillwise. that gave him an idea. "You know, if we both live through this, we'll have to test our sword skills against one another. I was once close to Tao in swordskill, back when I was younger and knew no magic. Now, he was a rider and I am an old man. I guess this is the end of the full circle. I gained notoriety in the war against Death, and now I have been recruited for another war against Death. It's funny how things work out."

He looked down, chuckling to himself. "Best I get to Atlantis now, huh. Brun probably needs help down there." He paused, thoughtful for just a moment. "And now the last of the old guard leaves the mortal plane."

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Posted on Sat Jan 11, 2014 20:28:04
Shino smirked at John's first question and even chuckled slightly; "Your question strikes at the heart of this war John, for above all else the beginning stages of this war is being fought over souls. Very few mortals have ever both understood how potentially powerful a weapon their soul is, and had the ability to implement its's use. To do so would burn away their very existence, but the power they would be granted through it would be a worthwhile trade in some circumstances.

To fully convert a soul into magical terms would be to create a ball of fire with a diameter of your capital city of Sardo with some to spare, now imagine what a being could accomplish if they had a hundred souls at their disposal, or a thousand? The underworld is constantly being sieged by hordes of foes trying to gather souls, not to mention the vast collections the Titans already had control of when they were defeated.

Anyway this is the start of a very complex matter, and we have a war to fight..."

And with that Shino took John from away from the realm they were in.

John Sicarius had served Sardo for more years than most would care to count, and fought in more battles than most could count, but this time was over. Now he had a greater call, to fight on the field of Gods and Beasts, to battle to determine the fate of all existence.

(Thus ends the story of one of the longest running characters.)

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Posted on Sat Jan 11, 2014 20:39:09
(The last mortal playable character from Llamas are cool, if my memory is correct. We could, in theory still play the god war out, when we can.)

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Posted on Sun Jan 12, 2014 21:08:49
His spear moved to slice through flesh and bone, yet found no target where one had existed moments ago. He dodged again, he's faster than I had first thought...

Fera whipped round, aiming himself in the direction that he now felt the Rider's presence just in time to see the incoming electrically charged-throwing knife. He tilted his spear at the last second and knocked the projectile aside, and was about to counter-attack when his opponent beat him to it once again.

In an instant the masked Rider moved from fifteen yards away right to the spot where his throwing knife had been knocked to, and he wasted no time at all in round-house kicking Fera in his exposed chest as he moved to attack a foe that was no longer where he had been.

He tensed his body as the kick impacted, his wards absorbing the majority of the blow before it even hit, and was able to stay standing whilst also bringing the shaft of his spear around to whack his foe. At the same time he saw Kem begin to swoop in from the left, whilst Tarla done likewise from the right. They had him caught in a pincer movement, his only option if he acted fast enough to take it was to moved backwards...

-

Er're swooshed his hand through the air, leaving behind a path of magical energy in the form of a barrier in order to deflect the incoming magical projectile Jez had sent his way and luckily for him he had made it just strong enough to do just that.

Unfortunately however before he could react to Jez a second foe, Oz, moved up behind him and quickly gathered a large amount of magic. Er're didn't see the true danger until he leaped forwards, spinning through the air so that he now faced Oz, if he had seen the attack beforehand he might have moved further away, and far faster.

The small air vents on Oz's strange suit turned quickly from grey, to orange, to red to a searing white hot and then suddenly an proportionate amount of mustardy-yellow gas escaped his suit through the holes and spread like a fog across the battlefield, sweeping forward as fast as any arrow yet in every direction.

His only hope to avoid it was to magically push off with his feet, or to teleport, but before he could do either his back flared up as another of Jez's projectile's found its' mark and caused a wildfire to burst into life on the small of his back. His own magic instantly extinguished the fire, but it had already done some severe damage in the mere second it had existed and Er're's magic was hard taxed to heal it by sheer reflex alone.

As the gas continued to approach him Er're found the half second he needed to concentrate, and teleported to a spot just a few yards behind Jez in the hopes of catching the far stronger Elf off guard and landing a serious blow.

Instead, when he appeared, he sensed that someone else had gotten the exact same idea towards him and was forced to slash his sword through the air in a spinning arc as he turned to face his would-be-ambusher, at the same time sending a wall of physical magical energy backwards to push Jez off balance and as far away as possible for the time being.

He turned just in time to see Menmo's pale and sinewy hand reaching out towards his forehead, and he knew all to much that to for Menmo to place his hand on your head meant certain death so he raised his sword upwards in it's arc in order to intercept the attempted grab, and sure enough his sword found its target and sliced Menmo's outstretched hand clean off at the wrist.

*Menmo was the silent interrogator of the Seven, and he did not need words to extract even the most guarded of secrets from any target. No, instead he implemented his unique 'soul-extraction' technique to not only instantly remove the soul of his victim, thus killing them no matter their strength, but also empty their mind of information and quickly filter the important articles into his own head. It was an incredible technique and he was its' only known user as far as Er're was concerned, and he was thankful for that considering its infamously devastating potential.*

Er're only just managed to smirk at his own handiwork before Menmo returned his smirk with a sinister grin, holding his stump up high for Er're to watch as bone and flesh grew outwards from the bloody mess that was currently the end of his forearm.

Damnit Syl, damn you to Tartarus!

-

Myrazia loosed the highly charged bolt of lightning atop her nose at the female Elf wielding the two blades, it took her between the shoulderblades and caused her to shriek out and fall rigid to the floor. Whatever wards the Elf had had erected were eradicated and proved useless in the face of the 'Dragon-Lightning', as Myrazia had aptly named it.

Her lightning seemed to be far, far stronger than even Fenrir's and it also seemed to have some sort of short-circuit affect on the wardings these Elves' used to protect themselves, at least partially anyway. If they saw the attack coming they could bolster their shields to the point where they blocked the attack, but otherwise latent shielding just simply didn't cut it against his power.

The only problem was that it took her about ten to fifteen seconds to charge each bolt, and between that her only line of defense was the fact that Fenrir and the Elf were keeping the main bulk of the attention to themselves. She wasn't entirely defenceless of course, but she knew going toe-to-toe with one of these Elves wouldn't end very well for her.

Just as she began charging another bolt, continuing to run the wild circle around Fenrir and his enemies as he had been doing, a red glyph appeared in the air before her and quickly zoomed forward and encapsulated her. As it moved through her the glyph elongated so that it became a 3D prison of very intricate design, and as she barged against it with her body she realized it was incredibly dense in nature and was more than enough to hold her in place.

After a quick scan of the area she saw that the Elf that bore no weapons and yet was engaging Er're in close quarters combat held an outstretched finger towards her, he had clearly been the one to create the glyph but the fact he had been able to do so not only remotely, but in the very air itself was startling indeed.

Thankfully her next bolt of lightning would take long at all to power up...

-

As Myrazia sent the first of his periphery assailants to the ground Fenrir moved in that direction and turned to face the second, reaching into his pouch and sending a throwing knife, imbued with a quick burst of lightning of course, flying towards the charging Elf.

The moment his feet touched the ground he tossed his sword into the air, catching a teal dagger in it's place a moment later he launched himself forward and began slashing wildly at the spear-wielding Elf.

-

Er're had watched as Menmo's hand had regrown, and he had instantly used it to create a trap for the Dragonling, only to re-double his efforts to grab Er're once again.

This time Er're moved backwards and leaped into the air, just in time so that a sneaky projectile sent by Jez towards his back instead went soaring towards Menmo. Without waiting to see the outcome of his little trick Er're spun around and charged towards Jez in the hopes to overwhelm the unarmed mage...


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This was the most intense fight he had ever been in in all of his life, and he doubted he could keep it up much longer.

As far as the Elves that were present were concerned he was the youngest by at least several thousand years, and the other two combatants were proving to be a very powerful Dragon-Rider combination. He had always considered himself a powerful fighter, but his reserves, both physical and magical, were wearing thin whilst everyone else on the battlefield seemed like they were only beginning to really get into the full swing of things.

It was a brash move of him to engage The Seven, especially when they were here in full number, and he might well pay for it with his life if his partners didn't start picking up where he was beginning to fail...

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Fenrir managed to find a pause in the chaos of battle, only just enough to inhale a fresh batch of air before he had to jump into action again. In that moment though his eyes caught the lay of the land well, far better than he would have been able to before bonding with Myrazia.

The area was littered with small pot-holes and craters from various explosions and impacts they had all made by both slamming one another into the ground, and missing with some form of explosive assault. His seven foes seemed to barely notice they had been fighting for nearly an hour now, by his estimate anyway, and they did not bear a single wound even though both he and his Elven comrade had inflicted many, and that wasn't even counting the numerous times the Elves had been blasted by Myrazia only to arise a half minute later uncaringly.

His Elven partner on the other hand wasn't looking too good. Sure, he didn't have any wounds thanks to some top-notch healing he seemed to do without thinking about it, but he was clearly exhausted and wasn't going to be able to fight at the same level he had been for much longer. That being said he had handled himself masterfully up until now, if things hadn't went this way Fenrir might have found an even match in that one alone for a time being nevermind these seven.

Almost as if in answer to his inner doubts about his partner the Spear-wielding Elf rushed him and knocked his broken blade out of his hand with one strike, and then began bringing his spear down once more in order to slash diagonally across his chest in a manner that would certainly cause some very serious, normally fatal, damage to him.

Fenrir felt his body move, though he gave it no command to do so, and an instant he was in the air flipping over his comrade, placing his right hand on the crown of the Elf's head and using him to vault over both him and the spear-wielder. As he soared over the second Elf Fenrir thrusted downwards with his short-sword, plunging the oddly colored blade at least four inches into soft flesh between the shoulderblades, he removed the blade as he landed, though he was forced to do so at a rather nasty angle.

As all of this took place however, from the moment his hand first touched his partner's head, a golden stream wound its way around both himself and his partner and through it Fenrir could feel his partner's magical reserves as if they were his own. He realized this was the same thing that had happened with Devan, though he had been unable to sense Devan's magic because it was so tiny and weak in nature unlike this Elf's.

It felt strangely familiar somehow and it wasn't until he was about to question Myrazia that it struck him, it felt exactly like the connection between him and Myrazia's magic! Somehow he was able to create a connection between himself and others, and in the case of Devan channel some of his own power into him. He had been doing it without realizing with Devan, and that must have been why Devan had become so strong whilst he had been so weak until the connection was severed. He had no idea how the hell he was doing this, or how exactly it worked, but if he could figure it out it meant that his partner could keep fighting that much longer!

"You're no Rider...How did I miss it before!?" The spear wielding Elf vanished and reappeared five yards in front of his comrade, whom now blocked Fenrir's direct line to him.

"No..." A new voice said, followed by a blood-curdling chuckle so malevolent the very air around the battlefield seemed to wither and decay; "He's something far more interesting!"

All at once Fenrir felt that inconceivable ocean of dark magic wash over him, and push down on him at the same time, and he realized that it was originating from a spot that could not have been more than twenty feet behind him...And closing in fast!

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Posted on Sat Feb 01, 2014 17:27:15
A miss.

He missed, for the first time in centuries...He missed.

His last opponent had been strong enough to survive his attacks and that was not an altogether improbable thing if one had enough power, but it had been a hundred lifetimes since anyone had moved quickly enough to entirely avoid one of his punches.

As he stopped he turned around slowly in the direction which his target had so quickly leapt, uncaring that two metal knives coated in electricity bounced off of his arm and ribs respectively, and looked this masked Rider up and down. Behind him he felt the Dragonling begin to create another one of its little bursts of lightning, this only widened his smile.

"Well done, it has been a long time since anyone dodged one of my straight jabs without using magic. It has been even longer since I've seen one of your kind...Though, you're far from being a Dragon Lord of old..." It had been over four thousand years or so since he had last seen a Dragon Lord, but he would recognize that particular tinge of magic anywhere no matter how long it had been. From a distance, after his last fight, he this boy and his two Rider comrades and thought he was a mere Rider like they were but now that he was within this proximity the mark of the Dragon Lord was clear on him. This boy had just merged with his Dragon, it was doubtful he was fully aware of his strength yet which was a shame but perhaps as it stood he would at least provide a little entertainment.

His masked head tilted ever so slightly as he took up a fighting stance favored by those silly peace-loving Xingese; " 'Dragon Lord'? I think you mean Rider, and I'm plenty strong enough to beat you and your pals!"

He didn't even have a clue what he was, how pathetic. Not to mention that but he was acting far more confident than he actually was, though he was pretending pretty well. A coward hiding behind confidence is still a coward however, and the fact that he hadn't taken this oppertunity to launch another assualt was surprising. It caused his smile to vanish, and be replaced by a weary scowl; "Perhaps you won't be as fun as I thought..."

He didn't care if this boy knew what he was or not, he was here for one thing and one thing only and that was to wring out any challenge he could from this pup before he went and challenged the next most powerful Sardonian fighter.

The ball of lightning the Dragonling had charged splashed against his back, causing tendrils of electricity to race across his body. He allowed it to run its course, not flinching or breaking eye contact with the Lord at all. A pitiful attack like that was far from strong enough to harm him, he expected more even if it were coming from a fledgling Dragon...

Er're, whom had been standing staring like a frightened child until now moved between him and the Lord, raising his sword as if that split piece of garbage would protect him and his ally somehow; "Stop! Thi-This Rider is protected! I won't let you kill him, not when our kind should never have invaded his country in the first place!"

"Father, shall I destroy him?" Fera stopped forward, ever the dutiful son, and began walking towards Er're slowly with his spear in hand.

"Like I care, do whatever you want he's of no interest to me." He retorted, growling as the little worm Er're's face dropped. Fera was stronger by a landslide and the little coward knew it, and it frightened him as the older Elf walked towards him with his weapon raised.

"Not before you get passed me you won't!" The Lord yelled suddenly, and then he vanished from where he was and reappeared behind Fera in the same instant. Nothing was too fast for his eyes to follow, and that little runt has moved from one spot to another instantly somehow.

Before Fera could turn the Lord thrusted his sword through his back, right to the hilt, and poured electricity down his blade and into Fera's body through the open wound. The sword probably went through his stomach and maybe clipped his kidney as well given its rather awkward placement.

Perhaps this little Dragon Lord would be of some entertainment after all...

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(Sorry for the wait folks, just posting this small section to keep the thread alive. Will increase posting rate as drastically as possible.)

Fen let go of his sword, knowing it would be too much trouble to pry the thing out of his enemy, and then used his technique once again to move back to the spot where he had been behind Er're. With a flick of his will his sword was back in his hand again anyway.

The Elf he had just ran through fell to one knee, a foul grimace on his face as he evidently fought not to go all the way to the ground. Fen couldn't blame him, the physical wound was bad enough but he had poured enough lightning into the guy to fry a Dragon. If he managed to stay even on one foott then Fenrir would have to commend his strength, not before making sure he was out for the count first though of course.

The other Elf, the one that could be no one else but the Si'fa, was a far more blood-turning sight than the wounded Elf that stood between them. He was pretty damn big, maybe as big as if not bigger than Faolin, and his bare chest was without a single imperfection, which was incredible for someone his age. Fenrir didn't have a bloody clue what he was trying to accomplish with that hairstyle but it certainly sent some sort of message to everyone that saw it, though he himself recieved nothing but confirmation that this was indeed Balthazaar's son that stood before him; only a relative of Balthazaar could adorn such a hairstyle and still take themselves so seriously.

Physical appearances aside the man's presence was daunting, far more crushing than Fenrir had ever felt even Balthazaar's. His magic perforated every molecule in the air around them and gave substance to the otherwise invisible gathering of gases. His power was obviously immense, but Fenrir had defeated a Shade before and he wasn't planning on losing to a foe that surely must be less powerful.

"You're Balthazaar's son alright." Fenrir said with certainty, reaching into his pouch with his free hand in order to grab a few more knives so he could mark spots near the other six Elves for a quick chain of attacks that he hoped would incapacitate all of them at once.

In an instant the Si'fa's face changed from maniacal glee to something far more terrifying, something that caused Fenrir's blood to freeze for an instant within his veins; "Do not mention that name around me boy!"

The Si'fa dashed towards so fast that even to Fenrir it were as if he had almost teleported instead of simply running forward. He ducked under the lightning-fast punch the Si'fa had thrown in the hopes that he could counter by plunging his sword deep into the Elf's gut, but much to his surprise the Si'fa reacted quicker than he could follow and brought his right knee up as he continued forward, driving the rock-solid surface straight into Fenrir's exposed face.

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Posted on Sun Feb 16, 2014 23:05:45
Er're wished he knew what the hell had happened, but all that he had seen was the one calling themselves N appear behind Fera one moment only to reappear back where he had been behind him a moment later. Then he had simply been blown past, knocked to the ground by an invisible force that only upon turning to look for his ally from the ground did he realize had been the Si'fa bull-rushing straight through him. He hadn't even seen him flex a muscle and he had been able to not only close the distance between them, but brush him aside if he were nothing but an obstacle to a real challenge.

Er're's biggest problem with all of this however was the fact that not only had the Si'fa taken him entirely by surprise, but he had apparently gotten the better of N whom now, after flying through the air for a considerable distance, lay in a battered and crumpled heap with no apparent signs of life. In an instant the Si'fa had dusted off this Dragon Lord with no problem at all, and all because he had been stupid enough to mention Balthazaar by name...Clearly the legends of the Dragon Lords had been greatly exaggerated in terms of their strength.


Er're watched on helplessly, finding his body unable to move due to a sudden and immense increase in the Si'fa's pressing aura. Clearly the Si'fa had stepped his game up a level, and the Dragon Lord had been unable to keep up. Now Er're was at the mercy of the merciless Si'fa and his ruthless Seven, at least he would die with honor in his heart, knowing that he had at least tried to defend that which he had known was right.

The Si'fa began turning in his direction, after pausing for a moment to presumably confirm his foe was defeated, and as he did so Er're began to close his eyes as he fully accepted his fate.

And then,
a flash of white, a sudden explosive impact and the sickening chuckle of the Si'fa...

-

Auron looked down at the pitiful state the Si'fa had left his brother in and sighed, he had thought Fenrir would be able to hold him off for a little while longer at least. What a disappointment, it seems big-brother was needed to save the day once again.

As he clicked, sending a spark of rejuvenating into Fenrir's body which was oh so broken but far from dead, he looked up to see how things had went on the other end of his sudden appearance.

He was not shocked to see that the surprise attack launched by his partner had landed, nor was he surprised to see that all that the super-charged punch had resulted in was the Si'fa's cheek being pushed by the fist, though he had taken a single step back to compensate for the force of the punch. Even so he was laughing, laughing oh so madly.

Before the Si'fa could retaliate his partner hoped back and pressed his hands together, summoning large waves of water in the air to either side of the Si'fa and forcing them together with him as the center of the collision. Moving his fingers apart ever so slightly he pressed his hands into interlocking claws, causing the cataclysm of water to instantly and fiercely ice over entirely. In mere moments the Si'fa had been immersed in roughly three tonnes of water and made into a life-size Si'facle-pop, Auron would expect nothing less from the son of Brun, God of the Sea.

Shane's mind had not been an easy one to subdue, in fact doing so entirely most likely would have taken longer than it was worth and so he had instead chosen to lock it away temporarily so that Shane's body would become his own to command. The boy was strong, but his mind was not yet ready to fully harness all of his potential power and frankly they didn't have the time to spare if they planned to win this fight today.

His Dragon had been the tougher of the two to subdue, but he too had eventually sucummbed to Auron's superior might. Once his mind had been locked away, and so his body had become a lifeless shell, the real challenge had begun; the process of forcing the melding of Shane and Eidosa's beings into a single unified being.

Faolin was able to do this with Erda at will, but both were consenting partners and had had years of practise at doing so. The process was far harder, impossible without the right know-how, to force upon two beings without their consent, made even harder by the fact they had never melded before. Of course, after a little trouble Auron succeeded. He was not one to fail.

Once the two were melded into one it was a simple enough task to put Shane's slowly releasing 'Rider' potential into hyper-drive so that he gained what should have been years worth of power in mere moments. Of course this way Shane would not be as strong as if he had earned this potential power himself, but he was still immensely stronger than he had been before the process.

Unlike when Faolin melded with Erda Shane's physical characteristics had not changed, that was something that Auron could have made happen if he thought it would help at all but that was not the case. As it stood instead Shane and Eidosa's minds were one entity, locked away in within the subconscious of the nigh-mindless drone that was now their body. This body was twenty times stronger than Shane had ever been, not that that meant it was anywhere near strong enough to defeat the Si'fa on it's own.


Shane's ice held for almost whole seconds when it suddenly erupted apart, though the Si'fa had not moved a single muscle from where he had been before the attack, nor did he show any signs of injury.

"It's you again...I won't let her blessing save you a second time boy, this time I'll have my fun with you!" The Si'fa looked beyond Shane as if the boy were not even there for a moment, and then his wild eyes focused entirely upon him as if the boy were the only thing in the world; "A Dragonic Sage...It seems the Riders are truly trying to return to this world, if not for me these two might have made quite the impact on the world..."

"Yo...You won't stop us, not now that we're fighting together." Came the sudden, and angry voice of his younger brother as the brash little fool leaped to his feet even before his magic had fully healed the damage done to him by the Si'fa. It didn't matter though, Fenrir's natural healing-factor would take over now and was more than enough to take care of what was left.

"MOST CERTAINLY NOT!!!" Fenrir's dragon Myrazia responded to her master from behind the Si'fa, and then she released a charge of lightning from the tip of her nose that was far more powerful than any Auron had seen in his lifetime, at least with his own eyes that is. It had only been the size of a football on her nose but the moment she released it its' form changed to that of an elongated lance of undiluted electrical energy, its current so constant that it appeared to become a straight and narrow shaft of pure blue-white light.

There was no doubt that she had tapped into her draconic magical reserve to form that attack, it's size and scale was beyond her natural capabilities otherwise, and it was also obvious that if Auron didn't do something then the immediate vicinity would be wiped out by the catastrophic impact this thing was about to make with the Si'fa.

The Si'fa even looked slightly perturbed as he looked over his shoulder to see the attack homing in on him...

-

*Much a man of his word Auron had also aided the other part of this war as much as he could, the diplomatic section.

Upon his desk Tourivil would notice that a bundle of letters had suddenly appeared, each one a signed and sealed letter bearing the signature, seal and oath of loyalty to the proposed new regent Lord Troy. Within the bundle were letters signed by Faolin, Shane and Fenrir whom were Riders all and whose name's would bear great weight with the Elves.

Lord Troy was also taken from where he currently resided and dumped within the foyer of Tourivil's tower, he would have no idea how but he would know with certainty that the letters had been delivered to Tourivil and that every signature included therewithin was of genuine worth. He was to be King soon, if all worked out with the Elves...*

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Posted on Tue Feb 18, 2014 02:25:12
*Tourivil had long ago passed the point of questioning such things. After briefly inspecting the letters, and including his own in the bundle, he stuffed them into a satchel. He then prepared for his journey. He polished the strip of silver which surrounded his head, changed into a clean white robe, which he tied around the waist with a thick leather belt. To this he attached the satchel. He wore no weapons, carried no poisons, and did not bring a staff. He simply walked out the door of his office, and the Little Beast perched his shoulder. He simply nodded to Lord Troy, he said nothing.

He then teleported to a point no less than five miles from the city of Sardo. He expected to be detected and to acquire and escort, but he began walking the remaining distance towards the city. Resigned to what would most likely be a relatively short existence. *

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Posted on Mon Feb 24, 2014 22:40:32
Much as Tourivil expected not a single minute passed before an Elven agent appeared before him, of course the fact it was a single Elf rather than the usual squad that would answer any act of teleportation.

The Elf that appeared was not entirely alien to Tourivil, at least not if his High Priest had informed him of the talks outside his city gates all those months ago and of the Elf Varre.

His sword was at his hip and his shield was slung across his back, he stood directly before Tourivil with his arms crossed as he barred his path. His expression was one of intrigue; Coming from Unuketh, and with eyes and head of silverDo I finally have the honor of addressing The Prophet Tourivil?


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Posted on Mon Feb 24, 2014 23:24:31
I know not your name, but I am sure that the honor is entirely mine. *Tourivil said, giving a small bow of his head. *

I am indeed the Prophet Tourivil, Duke of the Kingdom of Sardo, Lord over the Strangelands, eyes of the Great Prophet Strange and the Desert Father, and I have come on behalf of my kingdom to speak words of peace and honor with you and your masters.

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Posted on Wed Feb 26, 2014 00:56:21
Var're returned Tourivil's dip of the head with a full bow of his body; "I am Var're, elected representative of the Inarus, of Clan Anko. I hope there will be no tricks or grand masquerades this time Prophet, the last act of evasion taken by your city stained mine own honor, as well as that of your High Priest whom vouched for you and that of my clansmen Er're's whom spoke very highly indeed of you.

I would pleased to hear what terms you would bring before My Mi'fas, this feud has been fought long enough and we are as eager as your peoples must be to see it over."

Var're had been instructed to ascertain the stranger's purpose and deal with him accordingly. If his claims of peace-seeking seemed legitimate he would more than gladly take him to see the Mi'fas, but until such a time as he provided enough sound reasoning as to why he would seek diplomacy at this time Var're had no choice but to suspect potential foul play.

He doubted that the Prophet thought himself powerful enough to fight both the Mi'fas, and a good portion of the Inarian army as well, single-handedly but as it stood he was not alone...The strange creature perched atop his shoulder reeked of something otherworldly, perhaps it had been this thing that had helped him escape their sights for so long, and perhaps this creature had now convinced him the time was right to go on the offensive...

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Posted on Wed Feb 26, 2014 02:21:37
*Tourivil's face, what was left of it, acquired a look of genuine sorrow. *

It is true, that act of trickery is a great stain upon my honor. The only defense that I offer is to say that it is the only stain, but that does not excuse how deep of a stain it is. I feel great shame at the knowledge that the action which should only reflect my own faults has also tarnished the reputation of others. If, all gods and spirits willing, the peace should come I will do everything in my power to clear and restore the names of those whom I have hurt.

As for my terms, I would rather wait until I am before your honorable masters to unveil them, but I can assure you of two things. They are reasonable, and reflect your people's triumph in this conflict, and are backed by all the nobility of Sardo. Should we reach an agreement, there will be no splintering, no factions struggling for power. There will instead be order and peace.

I will also call upon what is left of my honor in your eyes to assure you, there is no trap here. There is no baited hook, no knife waiting in my left hand as I extend the right towards openly. My efforts, and thereby the efforts of all Sardo, to find peace under the benevolent guidance of your people is legitimate. I will swear any oath that you lay down before me if it will assure you of this.

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Posted on Mon Mar 03, 2014 20:32:36
Varre took a moment to look Tourivil over, and to think upon his declarations of peace and regret. Varre, along with most of the Inarus, had been trained to pick up on when someone was lying and Tourivil seemed to be telling the truth. Of course he was a reputable blood mage and hiding such signals would have been childs play for a novice, never mind a master such as he.

He would have to rely on his own intuition to make a decision here, and that was telling him that even if Tourivil was lying about his intentions not even this strange beast upon his shoulders could result in him posing a true threat to the Mifas.

Very well Tourivil, if this were not this exact scenario I would have demanded that you fight me in order to repay the stain upon my honor, but the hour is grave for your country and your will seems just.

I hope you have a good explanation for that though.

Varre raised his fingers in a seemingly random direction, or rather a direction that should have been entirely random.

As it stood however he was pointing directly to an immense gathering of monstrous magical energies, even from this huge distance it was clearly sense-able that a group of very strong combatants were engaged in a fight, and one of them was definitely the Sifa.

Having trained him for many months personally Tourivil would probably also recognize the magical energy of Shane, and would also probably be able to tell that it had some irregularities that insinuated he was not entirely in control of his own magical systems. It were as if a second magical signal were pulling Shanes around like a puppet, and this second magical energy was also present at the battlefield and was the second largest right after the Sifa.

This does not seem to coexist with your claims of a united and peace-seeking Sardo now does it?

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Looks like he had gotten here just in time for the main event.

Taru had initially wondered if he would have been better staying away from this place, the last time Auron had been around these guys the resulting destruction had been quite immense, and he had been unable to watch most of the fight thanks to the great clouds of ash and smoke that the constant explosions had created. Still, he couldnt resist seeing the kid in action again, especially since he had stepped his game up and taken control of that Demigod that had killed M.

The scene before him was one of controlled carnage, with each side looking as if they wanted to pounce on the other with every fibre of their being, being separated only by a column of blinding white light Taru quickly identified as an explosion being held within a magical force field. At the centre of the obviously magical explosion he could sense the energy of the Sifa, and by the feel of it he too had erected his own magical barrier within the explosion.

After a moment the column vanished, leaving behind only a smokescreen that partially concealed the Sifa where he stood, unharmed by the blast despite being at its centre.

He chuckled menacingly and reached down towards his swords; Dragon Lightning? Thats one even Ive never seen, but Ive gotta say I like it!!

Like the eh? Ive got more where that came from! The one whom wore Ns mask vanished, and a fraction of a second later so too did the Sifa. Where they went he couldnt say, but he could still feel their magic in the immediate vicinity.

Suddenly, huge a shockwave burst into life behind him, and then another to his right, a third to his left. As if some sort of supernatural super-storm were forming around him one shockwave after another erupted around him, they were not caused by any form of magic but apart from that he couldnt pinpoint their source.

Strangely though, when he looked towards Auron and his peon both of them were moving their heads around rapidly, their eyes flicking around madly within their heads as if they were following some immensely fast series of events unfolding around them. Neither of them were moving a muscle, in fact Auron had his arms crossed and was smiling as he watched the invisible show only they could see.

Except, not only they could see it, when he looked towards the Seven Elves they too were watching this unseen force that he realized must have been creating the shockwaves.

It took him a moment but he eventually connected the two oddities and came to the conclusion that the Sifa and the Demigod hadnt vanished, but had simply began moving at a speed so fast he was unable to see them any longer and they were having some titanic battle all around him that was causing these immense ripples of air to be created. To fight at such a level this brat must have become a hundred times stronger than he was when he fought N, for that fight had been a close one he had found out in the afterlife, and N was nowhere near as powerful as this

What had happened in the short time since his death? The Sardonians had all taken huge leaps in strength and two new Riders had been brought into the world, if anything the Group had done nothing but cause them to gather more power than before. This country was something else, to be constantly ravaged by warfare for so long and to only grow from it

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Fenrir didnt have a clue how he was doing what he was doing, but by the Three he hoped he could keep it up!

His instincts had taken over when Myrazias attack had proven useless, he had coated his sword in lightning and shot forward straight at the Sifa, leaping over the Elf whom separated the two of them whom he had previously impaled. At first he hadnt realized how quickly he had down this, it was only when the Sifa drew his own sword and blocked the strike, causing a gust of air to blow roughly against his face that Fenrir shook himself quickly and saw that The Seven were reacting to his assault in slow motion.

Before he could even take pride in his new speed the Sifa turned his blade upwards, and then slashed in the same direction in an attempt to cut Fenrirs face clean in half, again he moved without thinking about it.

They continue to go punch for punch, and soon enough Fenrir had closed his eyes and was relying entirely on his electrical-sensing abilities, and a secondary sense he was slowly gaining more and more attachment with that gave him a split-seconds warning to incoming danger. It felt strange, it was a strange pressure around the area that was about to be hit, but he quickly grew used to it and began reacting to the pressure as he would any other signal of danger.

It felt like they fought for ten minutes straight, without either of them landing so much as a glancing cut against the other, when suddenly the Sifa leapt backwards and came to a stand-still that went so against the flow of their battle that it caused Fenrir to do likewise.

Much to Fenrirs surprise no one else had moved, in fact they all stood in the exact places they had been before, with the exception of an additional person being present whom Fenrir wasnt sure if he recognized or not.

Not bad brother, not bad at allYoure body is acclimating to your potential strength very well indeed.

It was only after Auron spoke that Fenrirs body suddenly became fully alive to his brain again, and he realized that he was aching all over and his sword-arm felt as if it were about to burst into flames. He had been able to match the Sifa blow for blow, but it had clearly taken quite a lot out of his muscles.

The Sifa didnt looked flustered at all, he just stared at Fenrir with a mad grin and a strange look of excitement in his eyes. He raised his sword up, as if displaying it for all to see; It has been a while since I saw one of these in the hands of another, how about you pick yours up and we take this to the next level boy?

Fenrir had been so busy fighting for his life that he hadnt even taken any interest in the aesthetics of the Sifas sword at all, but now that he had a moment to breathe he realized with a chilling certainty that he wielded a Shade-sword, and had two more hanging upon his belt.

This Elf, nay this Demon-cum-God, had defeated not one but three Shades sometime in the past, and not only that but he was able to wield their weapons as if it were nothing. Shino had always warned him that if he tried to draw the Shade sword he would be consumed by its power, that it would be years before he was strong enough to fully contain its full power and that only by keeping it in the enchanted sheath, created by Balthazaar himself, was he able to keep its power in check.

Dont Fenrir, youre not ready for that one yet, but Shane is so give it to him. Again Auron spoke, this time it was not in his usual voice but in a serious and commanding tone that was entirely unlike him.

What he said was strange as well, why would Shane be any more worthy to wield the sword than he was? When he had first defeated the Shade Shino had said that the swords owner was determined by whomever slew its previous one, and as far as he knew that was him so why would Shane be able to carry it when he could not?

On that note, what the hell have you done to Shane, Auron? He isnt himself, and I know he wouldnt work so willingly with you without some sort of trickery on your part, so spill it!!

If youve hurt him, or Eidosa for that matter, I swear the Sifa is the least of your worries.

He couldnt risk turning to face his brother as he spoke, but he hoped that the severity of his tone carried the weight he tried to put into it as he kept his fuller attention on the Sifa and his lackies.

Dont worry about that, hell be fine, weve got bigger fish to fry. Throw him the Shade-sword already, he and I are the only two men on Sardos side that could wield it effectively and he has more need of it than I do, so give it up already!

I dont care who has the sword, Im finished with waiting on you prattling fools! Fera, you and the others can deal with Erre-shu and the other traitor as you see fit, the Lord and Sage are mine, as is the dragon!

Fenrir had a moment to contemplate what he meant by the other traitor, and another to see the faces of the Elves under the Sifas command brighten with joy at their order, and then the area around him exploded with action, and he too was forced to move in order to dodge another attack from the Sifa.

Much to his surprise this time however when the sides of each individual battle were drawn he was not battling the Sifa himself this time, but was instead accompanied by Shane whom soon became wrapped in the same golden cloak that had trailed from him from Erre and Devan before, and with it Shane seemed to have no trouble keeping up with both him and the Sifa

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Posted on Mon Mar 03, 2014 22:56:36
*Tourivil shrugged his shoulders. *

I can tell you that the lords of Sardo are ready for peace, and are united in this. I bring peace from the Nation of Sardo, not every single person within its borders.

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Posted on Sat Mar 15, 2014 22:21:13
"A good answer, it would have been foolish to claim the allegiance of all of your country, such as they are." Var're replied with a curt nod, he looked off into the distance behind Tourivil for a moment and then spoke again "I would do you the courtesy of not teleporting you, I've forewarned my brothers not to interfere so if you'll just follow me."

Var're teleported without further ado, reappearing just outside the Throne room in the Royal Palace. Unsure of how skilled at Tourivil was at sensing magical energy he allowed his own magic to spike massively in power, only for a moment to act as a beacon to Tourivil and then he suppressed it once more.

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Posted on Sun Mar 16, 2014 05:01:48
*Tourivil looked with a hint of sadness in the direction of the violence, then teleported after Var're. He appeared a meter or two away from the elf. *

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