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Post by Carmaus on Nov 25, 2006 12:02:38 GMT -5
Rahn, the peaceful and loving kingdom of the humans. Everyday their lives are repeatedly the same thing over and over again. Nothing seems to change in their ordinary life styles of simply thriving. Of course, there were those that always tried to arrouse trouble, but they were always quickly subdued. Thus the kingdom remained in peace and oblivious to any real threats that might enter through her gates. And then her palace, the place where the king and/or queen reside and rule over this kingdom in all their arrayed glory. The current king being the champion of humans. It was simply amazing how one individual could be so busy and so many things to do. And if one wanted to make the whole kingdom topsy turvy they would of course, go straight for the palace.
A genius of war and battle was amongst them. And unfortunately for the humans, they wouldn't be able to quite pick him out of the rest of their miserable species. As Carmaus Dracus, the dragon anthromorph traveled towards it with no amount of suspicion. Of course, the wake up call for Rahn would be a very quick one if you had asked him. He was never one for loving peace. In fact, his views of it were simply to make others weak and soft hearted. He himself managed to keep his warrior spirit barely alive by fighting the extremities of nature herself.
As he advanced the palace, the warm welcoming commitee with spears and shields stopped Carmaus for a moment. "Halt, what is your reason for...." one of the guards stated before they were both taken down by the bare hands of one red haired man. Enough force to put a dent in some of the toughest metals. This man continued to advance through the gates and doors. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be that easy since someone had witnessed it. And now the fun for Carmaus was going to begin.
But before he makes his true advances towards the proud king, he decided to get some directions to the dungeons from a passing by hand maiden, who he kindly knocked out with a chop to the back of her neck. There might've been future uses for her later on when this whole thing was over. As the guards and soldiers were scrambling all over the palace trying to locate the scarlet haired man with burning crimson eyes, he continued making his way towards the dungeons. With the simple thought of freeing the prisoners to help throw an uproar within the own palace.
Taking down any opposition with minimum effort or any people that just so happened to see him walk by. He couldn't of course have people telling what direction he was heading towards. He eventually found where he was at. The group of guards that were assigned to guard the dungeons and to keep an eye out for the prisoners were killed in a glory of flames. Of course, a folly that Carmaus missed was that one guard was still alive. He removed the keys from where they were and then opened up the first main gate. Of course, he could have simply melted the bars with hot enough flames, but then that would only hinder the progress of his plan. The heads of the prisoners poking through the bars of their cells as they saw Carmaus making his way to each cell freeing them one cell at a time. They quickly ran out as Carmaus knew that these weren't the true heavy offenders. But they would serve their purpose as the first wave.
"Prisoners of Rahn, why are you here?" he stated, "What injustice has the ruler of this land done unto you? To keep you behind bars and to give you the food that can't even stasify a sicken dog. As you have seen, I have come to set you free and to allow you to take your revenge on the palace. Now go and fight your way out. Most of the way is clear, but any opposition you find you must fight! Or else, you will suffer from my wrathful flames!" After his small and short speech, he gave them the example by using the torches that were lit to melt and burn away the main gate to the dungeons away. Leaving a wide and open hallway for them to run through. And which they did to Carmaus' great pleasure. They picked up weapons from off of the bodies that they found as they left and then would eventually find a weapon cache to start getting their own weapons or handing them to other freed prisoners.
Carmaus proud of what he had done, opened another door and began to descend even deeper into the dungeons. Where the more dangerous prisoners were kept away. It would take awhile for any force to really get in his way, but he would be ready for any guards or soldiers that were going to be in his way when he went to set the rest of the prisoners free.
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Post by Taylan on Nov 25, 2006 19:15:23 GMT -5
Fingertips brushed against the page, turning it to continue the story that enlightened the young woman reading it. So far, the man had been tortured mercilessly and with sick joy. He was now bearing his own object of execution as he and a few others walked through the streets, being mocked and stoned without pity, and all because he had believed in a new way of life. Nestled in a comfortable chair rooted beside a wonderful view of the outside, Taylan quietly read for what seemed like hours.
After their meeting that emerged into a great friendship, Taylan decided to remain at the castle for a little while longer; especially now that he had ventured off on duty. She promised to guard his kingdom well, Taylan finding comfort in knowing that Orion was at peace with her there. It had been a while since that decision had been made and things were subtle as usual.
To lose herself for a slight moment, to get away from the life before her, Taylan escaped to the grand library of the Armstrong castle. There she found sanctuary at the end of days and found the comfort in written words for hours. This day, was slightly different though.
Things would not end subtle.
As her green eyes ran over the words, envisioning what they meant, a sudden tense feeling choked her at once. Taylan took a sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes tightly at the sudden irritating tingle in her chest. Someone that should not be here...is here...
“That strong?” She asked the dragon that lay inside her. That strong of an enemy? That strong of an alert? Her eyes snapped open and she immediately placed her book aside, standing up to leave the library. Don't act rash, Taylan...but be on alert. It's something of unwanted disposition.
And as soon as she entered the hallway, the soft click of the door closing behind her drowning in the sound of shouts and yells. Her hand immediately went to her hip but found no sword. A curse escaped her lips and she hastily made it to the guest room she had been given. Her eyes quickly found the weapon and she rushed to it, spending no more time than necessary in her room.
Flying down the hallway and its staircase, Taylan found herself at the sight of fallen guards and panicked men. And embers...ashes...burns...?
“Milady! You should not be here!” Came a voice beside her, desperately trying to usher the young woman to safety but strong arms instead grabbed him and stopped his fussing. “Who did this? Where is it?” She questioned, receiving stuttered answers. “Which way, man?!” She snapped, finally getting the man to point in a certain direction. “Thank you. Gather the troops in here fast! And,” she kept him at bay before he could leave, “water. We're going to need water.”
Gripping the sword in her hand, Taylan rushed through the hallways, following the trail of the defeated and the smell of burnt. There was a small, faint smirk on her lips; Fight fire with fire...After an damned eternity of running inside the maze, Taylan met with something unexpected.
It wasn't the culprit. But a swarm of unleashed men.
Standing before them, she wasn't surprised at the looks they had on their faces. Some of anger, others of sadistic joy, but she would fix their expressions.
They came at her, full force but the warrior stood her ground until the opportune moment. She let flames rush out in a blast, ceasing the escaped prisoners.
Astounded they stood. “....Are you with that man?” One of them bravely asked, causing a thin eyebrow to raise on Taylan's face. “...Where is he?” Silence endeavored before one answered: “The dungeons.”
She nodded and watched them become at ease and start to move once more. She let them and began to move towards them as well. And raised her sword. And showed what talent had been blessed upon her with the weapon. She would only injure them to stop them from causing damage. And then...she'd find whoever caused this chaos. [[Hope it's alright that I joined...]]
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Post by Carmaus on Nov 27, 2006 12:02:45 GMT -5
((That's perfectly fine, I mean this thread isn't really entirely closed))
Making his down the hallway, one prison cell at a time, Carmaus released one more menacing prisoner at a time. These were the ones that were more dangerous than the rest and their level of being dangerous only increased as he went down the line. Some of these prisoners though, where not all human. Their diversity of race mainly matched why they were inside of this place. A shinobi here and there and then a samurai dotted several cells. Even a couple dragoons and griffon riders perhaps along with a few anthromorphs filled the various cells.
Of course, it would be rather difficult to tell the difference between the certain races as all Carmaus had to go on was their auras of magical abilities. Not all having them and then a few being incredibly strong. Though who they were and what they have done, it mattered not to him. They had already heard what he had spoken and as soon as they exited they went to carry out what he had asked.
The guards on this floor were somewhat more difficult to handle than the ones on the previous floor, though they were still no challenge. And then there was a larger heavy metal door that stood infront of Carmaus. He took the keys and opened it slowly to reveal another hallway. This one was filled with the prisoners that the king himself had captured. These would be the toughest ones of all and the most deadly. And along with that of course, the most heavily guarded.
Carmaus quickly drew his long bow and a few arrows. Slowly pulling them back and rapidly firing them at foes with deadly percision. Usually killing with one or two arrows, three arrows at the most for the tougher warriors or mages. Eventually, all were slayed and the floor was starting to drip with their blood. He heard the noises of chains rattling as the beings that were bound by them moved slightly to try and see what was going on. These ones, unlike the others were inside cells that had full metal doors, instead of the bars.
Carmaus had plucked the keys necessary to release these prisoners of the human race. At a steady pace, he opened the doors and then walked in to free them from their chains and shackles. "Stay here and watch the door way for me won't you as I go and free the others?" he asked the first prisoner, who happened to be a samurai. The samurai simply nodded his head and picked up one of the guard's swords to weild it as his own. Then the red haired dragon anthromorph began to free the others telling them all to wait in this hallway. In this prison, he had freed a giant, two samurai, three rogue shinobi, five human warriors, four human mages, six anthromorphs that belonged to the same clan and eaching being a different creature, then a powerful dragoon of death and a griffon rider.
Carmaus then looking at the group that he had set free. Most of them stripped of their magical abilities especially those that required dragoon spirits or griffon crystals. Of course, those items were way too valuable to be destroyed. They would have their items soon enough. But now was his time to speak to them. "As you can see, I have freed you all. I do not do this because I have any connections to you, but as an extended favor. In this favor, you will have your revenge upon the ones that imprisoned you here. You will be free and serving Seraphiel, who has promised a new world for us all. The people that reside in this nation and palace have created a world were we are not free to do as we like. A world were we most suffer because it is bound by a false peace. Now is the time to bring the world back into a state where they need the strong like us. Now, my brothers and sisters (as some of them where females) go out of this place and find your weapons. Stick close until you are fully recovered from your bonds of weakness and your items restored. Then clear the palace of those that stand in your way. For you all have been chosen by Carmaus Dracus to topple this world back to what it is meant to be!" he spoke with an aggressive tone. Only to be followed up by a dramatic burst of flames from the torches that engulfed everything that it touched. The flames burning bright the elite prisoners that he had set free all nodded their heads as they then turned and made their way to exit with the giant leading the way.
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Post by Lord Blithman on Nov 28, 2006 21:06:38 GMT -5
Laying still Terence’s mind was lost in dream still recovering from his humiliating defeat at the hands of the demon Seraphiel. As his mind wonderer he saw images of the demon and a feeling of another man laughing, he was humiliated and it disgusted him to think he could be defeated he wasn’t the kind of person to feel the pride of being undefeated, he was just shocked he had been. He knew he was powerful but to be defeated in such a way he just hoped his dear Lilith had got away. As he twisted and turned in the medical bed. His mind still wondering through the strange phantasms of his subconscious he heard a voice it was ziamief. As he walked in his dream toward the dragon’s voice he couldn’t hear him properly but the more he walked forward the loader it became. The light brighter then the sun and the images of the great evils and wrongs he had witnessed circulating in his mind, slowly he began to hear the voice it said in a crystal clear voice.
“Awake knight of Rahn you have slumbered long but your chance for revenge will come, but for now the world needs it heroes rise Terence for the sake of Rahn.”
As his eyes opened sharply he sat up he wasn’t in any pain it seemed he was heal. Standing up he rubbed his eyes and then he felt it running to the mirror he saw it a scar a mark but what did it mean. Then he felt ziamief in his mind.
“The mark is that of the demon he marked you during the after fight but there is a way to become stronger so that next time you won’t lose I have a plan to make us even greater then before.”
Hearing these voices he smiled a chance to become stronger sounded interesting after all he did want to regain his pride as a knight of the Blithman line his pride demanded it the was the chance he would take it.
Then he sat back on then bed laying back closing his eyes but not sleeping he used the energy around him to feel the area. People going about there life’s, reading books playing with there children the soldiers pacing the halls and the prisoners. Standing up sharply his eyes widened some of them where free he could feel it. He ran to the chair next to the bed and looked at the armour it looked new it seemed then knew him well and anticipated he would want his amour. Placing it on, he tightened the latches and slowly slid on his helmet.
Who ever was free he would send them back to there cell’s after all he was probably responsible for the majority of them being there now they would learn that the wrong don’t walk free among the innocent. As the ground began to shake he smiled beneath his helmet and tensed himself as the energy began to serge through him to never before seen levels it seemed the rest had done him good he felt stronger then ever and now he would prove his worth.
Walking from his room his body crackling with energy he heard ziamief voice once more.
“Time to show them why we are one of the mightiest dragoons on the planet”
walking into the armoury he shouted at the top of his lungs to the soldiers
“Ok guys there’s a lot of prisoners loose I can feel it. time to show them the meaning of honour”
As the men sprung up they seemed happy perhaps they had missed him in his absence as the all saluted. He smiled and saluted back and then said in his usual load military voice.”
“Move out”
Turning he saw the safe where prisoners belongings where kept most of them had stuff they probably wanted back so he would deny them there stuff. Walking inside he saw every thing from rare gems to worn weaponry. Smiling he drew two samurai swords from there respected racks then a sphere of energy encased him destroying the room and its contence leaving him and the swords he had taken. He then outstretched his hands and felt the air he could feel something now a man an Anthromorth rather with a considerable amount of power perhaps he would prove a challenge and Terence smiled walking down the hall toward the mans aura it was time to test these fearsome blades. He just hoped all his power hadn’t alerted the Anthromorth he was coming.
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Post by Xavier on Nov 29, 2006 14:02:53 GMT -5
It only took a few moments of relaxation for the peace to fall into a thousand pieces and fall into hell’s pond of trouble. Yells and sounds of battle suddenly broke loose and the figure taking gulps of water put down his cup in annoyance. “I distinctly remember telling those idiots to not get out of hand….” He muttered under his breath. He could not even step out of the training room for a minute without his apprentices getting out of hand; as though the absence of his presence had riled them up.
But the sounds weren’t coming from down the hallway he had just walked from. And he definitely did not allow them to bring swords into the class environment. So why was he hearing the familiar clash of blade? Not taking anymore time to contemplate on it, Xavier headed for the source of sound, ready to knock some sense into whatever idiots were sparring in the middle of a hallway.
And yet what he found only made his own swords become gripped in his hands. Orion steps out for one goddamn minute and Satan decides to pay a visit. Out in the lobby were small battles, Rahn guards against…prisoners? Yes, they were wearing those chains and peasant gowns. He’d question later why the prisoners were out, he had more important things to do.
Such as decapitate a maniac coming his way.
Taking a glance at the spray of blood now on a wall made him frown. Crap, can’t kill people in here. Calm eyes looked down at the headless figure on the floor, Xavier muttering an apology; “Sorry mate…” And marched down to cease battle in his own ways.
Coming up behind an escapee that carried a huge vase in his hands to break upon a fighting guard, the mercenary slashed down the man’s back, catching the vase as the man yelped and let the object go. One down, he looked around, thirty more to go.
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Post by Nahtanoj on Dec 2, 2006 14:09:34 GMT -5
He emerged from his cell quietly. His tall and large form, though his size was mostly due to his outfit, filled the door way to the exit of this section of the dungeons. He walked towards one of the down guard and picked up the sword that he was weilding. The samurai gave it a few swings and gave a sigh and a shake of his head. He didn't approve of the weapon, but it would have to do in the mean time for his escape and the reclaimation of his weapon.
The warrior's name was Nahtanoj. Mistakenly imprisoned for being at the scenes of the murders of a large number of people. He had no true intention of fighting anyone, however, he knew that there would be resistance when he went to go and retrieve his weapon. He stood there and waited and listened to what Carmaus had spoken. This would be what the samurai would do to pay back his debt for being released.
The white haired man followed out of the section with the one giant right before him. They all marched outside of the dungeons and into the battle torn hallways of the palace. An explosion echoed through the palace halls. A single female passed him buy as he stepped out in another direction then the rest of the group. His first objective would be that to reclaim Harusame, the sword that was passed down to him from a legendary samurai warrior.
Eventually, he found the one who was holding the ancient looking weapon. A man with armor and an aura of surging energy. He could instantly tell that the sword that the other warrior was holding was his. There was no denying the appearance of the rusted blade. Nahtanoj's eyes kept focus upon him. The energy was great and the samurai might have been the underdog in this situation, but this was what he was used to.
Keeping a pose of being completely relaxed. He looked onward towards the one dragoon that stood before him. The one that some would call Lord Blithman...or at least that's what he put together from over hearing talk inside of the dungeons from the various guards. "I do not wish to fight." where the words that escaped from the samurai's mouth, "You have my blade within your grasps. I wish to have it back, please. Then we can go our seperate ways. I have no quarrel with you or anyone else in this castle. But a debt must be repayed and my weapon needs to be reclaimed. So please, give it back."
Nahtanoj's voice held no malice or falsehood to his words. They were has true as him standing at that very place. His arms perfectly at his side as he stood there looking towards the dragoon that held Harusame. He didn't lose eye conntact or at least didn't attempt to seeing as how the warrior was wearing a helmet. He did not desire the fight, but if he must then he shall.
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Post by Orion on Dec 9, 2006 19:13:29 GMT -5
(woohoo, time for the ol Ragnarok blade to get some exercise ) A week earlier...Orion turned his head to watch the sight of his kingdom slowly fade from view as he rode off into the horizon. He hated to leave Rahn during such a troubled time, but he knew the only way he could truly get his point across to the other leaders was if he told them in person. His mind still was haunted by the sight of Blithman, horribly scarred with an ancient symbol upon his cheek. Lilith's account of their battle in Decimus Nocturne was equally terrifying. This new threat, the awakening of a demon, apparantly named Seraphiel, was something that had to be known throughout Vaenon. If this demon was able to overpower two of his best knights, one a dragoon with powers to rival Orion's, then the best way to fight this new foe would be to join forces with the other races, in order to protect Vaenon's peace. I'm counting on you...Lilith, Taylan...protect Rahn while I am gone...(gennosuke and arie, sorry but I gotta skip the planned meeting I was going to have with you two about Seraphiel, seeing as how the invasions have already begun. Thats also why I didnt include Nitsua, as he is already facing Leon.) Little did he know, his trusted friends and allies would be given that immense task sooner than he could have ever imagined. It took him almost three days to reach Federation Aeru. Once there, he was somewhat troubled to find that the only leaders present besides himself was the samurai Gennosuke and the dragoon Keuarie. What was even more surprising was that instead of the anthromorph leader, his old mentor, Sabu. Wasting no time, Orion briefed the attending leaders and Sabu of what his knights had encountered in Decimus Nocturne. It was a very heated discusssion, and by the end of it, all Orion had accomplished was giving the other races a reason to be concerned. No direct plan of action was decided, a fact Orion was most displeased over. As he was leaving to return to Rahn, Sabu stopped him. "I told you that a dark power was rising. Whatever you do Orion, don't get too over your head. What matters most to your kind is a leader who will be able to get them through these dark times. Don't throw your life away just for one fight..." Orion simply nodded, then proceeded to leave the councilroom. Today...As soon as Orion had seen the smoke rising from his castle, he urged his steed into a rapid gallop, heading for the palace as fast as the horse would carry him. Immediately, he knew that the castle had come under attack in his absense. He was such a fool! He knew it was a bad idea to leave, and now he seeing the results of his error. Galloping past an open gate littered with dead guards, some horribly burned, he reached the front entrance in mere minutes. Leaping off the horse, he immediately assessed the situation, his piercing blue gaze surveying the battle that was unfolding in his own palace. Guards were trying desperately to fend off attackers, whom Orion recognized as some of the prisoners from their dungeons. So, someone had released them, and now they were running rampant throughout the castle. This was bad, very bad, especially if whoever had freed the prisoners had decided to venture in the more deeper levels of the dungeon. If those prisoners were freed, it was going to take one hell of an effort to get things back under control. Drawing the massive Ragnarok blade from the strap on his back, Orion charged forward, ready to defend his kingdom from whatever threat came his way. As he slammed the enourmous sword into a line of attacking prisoners, knocking them down effortlessly. He called out to the guards and knights in his sight, his voice firm and commanding, his eyes lit with the fire of battle. "The time to prove your worth to Rahn is at hand! Defend the castle at all costs! For Rahn!!!!" With that, he charged forward, swinging the gigantic Ragnarok blade as though it was weightless, taking down any who stood in his way. He would not lose, he would not fall. He would defend his kingdom at all costs, no matter who stood in his way.
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Post by Carmaus on Dec 10, 2006 1:52:13 GMT -5
Carmaus watched as one by one the remaining prisoners had left the depths of the dungeons and to make their own way out and through the very palace. The strongest and most dangerous of law breakers in the eyes of the current king were just released, but to Carmaus they were nothing more than some of the hidden powerhouses in the world. Each he knew had their own unique strengths and attributes all that were arranged in such away that it suited their style of fighting and only contributed to their very own abilities.
Carmaus gave a sigh of relief as he started to make his own way out of the dungeons. Slowly this time though. Not in any hurry to see the chaos that had started from within the own palace. Soon enough he had emerged from the very dungeons that he had entered. Most of the guards around here were either dead or incapacitated. Either way it was better that way. There were a few disturbances that Carmaus had picked up. Several more powerful entities, ones that were stronger than the average elite guard.
Probably one of the most powerful, most likely a dragoon of some sorts because of the way signature of magic was felt. Though definitely not the strongest of what he had seen throughout his life. That being was already in an incounter with one of the more dangerous prisoners. Perhaps if the dragoon was capable defeating him, Carmaus would pay the individual a visit.
However, there was another powerful magic aura that radiated off of another dragoon that was closer than the other. A human one as well that was taking on several of the prisoners with a few of the guards that had managed to assemble and start fighting back. Then there was the one aura that Carmaus knew...practically memorized. It just wasn't the being but also the human's very own sword...the sword was the Ragnarok blade. The red haired dragon anthromorph let a large grin of excitiment wash over his face as Orion was someone that he had been wanting to fight for a long time.
There was no reasons except for missing the chance during a tournment. The shinobi had taken that when getting his second wind. And that very same shinobi lost later on simply from over exerting himself. Ragnarok was no play thing even for someone that was fully prepared and had away around it. However, Carmaus wasn't worried about a way around the blade...he wanted to overpower it.
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Post by Orion on Dec 10, 2006 2:44:58 GMT -5
The sounds of battle echoed throughout the palace. Clashing of steel and other metals, the shouts and yells of various warriors fighting one another, it was endless. Orion may have been known for his kindness and pure heart, but when it came to defending his kingdom against the very criminals he had tried to lock away, he showed little mercy. Especially if he witnessed any of them killing his subjects, whether they be guards, or even innocent handmaidens and servants. The king of Rahn never stopped, constantly moving through the flow of battle.
A few times, he briefly spotted a few familiar faces amongst the fighting. A smile went upon his face when he felt Blithman's unmistakeable aura, signifying that the knight had recovered from his injuries and was fighting to protect the kingdom just as Orion was. He also spotted his old friend Xavier, hacking through anyone foolish to get in his way. Orion had a feeling his childhood friend was actually enjoying this, as the man lived for battle and any chance of a challenge. There was a few he did not see though, and those were the three he was most worried about. Taylan was nowhere to be found, although Orion did sense that a few dragoon auras were about besides Blithman's, and one of them could have been her. Also, where was Lilith? He knew she had to be here somewhere, he could only hope that she had not suffered any serious injuries from the inital attack. And lastly....Ana. She had been away, going to some unknown destination in order to find out more about her past. Orion had let her go, even though she had not told him where she was going or when she was to return. He would rather her be abroad than here now, although he still worried greatly about her.
A large group of prisoners began to head towards a huddled group of defenseless handmaidens. Orion quickly dashed forwards, planting his feet in front of the terrified handmaidens. His hands began to twirl the thick hilt of his Ragnarok blade over and over. The rapid rotation caused a mini whirlwind to be created, sending the band of prisoners flying like toys, incapacitating them rather brutally as they slammed against walls and pillars, falling to the ground limply. Orion stopped twirling and quickly ordered the handmaidens to go hide themselves in a safer location. They quickly obeyed, fleeing the scene of battle, leaving the king alone once more. Raising his sword, Orion charged forth again, searching for any other invaders. He still had no idea who was behind all of this, although he had a feeling Seraphiel was somehow the cause of it. Just who was this demon, and why was he attacking Rahn?
Orion stopped in his tracks as he heard a bellowing roar echoing throughout the halls. A group of terrified guards did their best to stand their ground as a massive giant, Orochi, made his way out of the dungeon. Orion had taken the giant down a few years ago before the wars had begun, relocating him to the deeper levels of Rahn's dungeons once the palace was built. His appearance meant that whoever had freed the prisoners had gone through the deepest levels of the dungeons. Obviously they weren't dealing with any average being, but still, who was it?
Orion gritted his teeth in anger as Orochi swatted the guards away like they were flies, sending them flying throughout the halls. Orion quickly moved forward, raising Raganarok once more. Orochi saw him coming and moved to swing a powerful fist at the incoming king. Leaping up, Orion dodged, landing on the giant's meaty arm. Wasting no time, Orion swiftly ran up Orochi's appendage, yelling ferociously as he reached the giant's shoulder, bringing the massive Ragnarok down upon Orochi. There was a sickening sound of metal hitting flesh. A shower of blood filled the area as the Ragnarok went straight through the giant's shoulderblade, cutting past the bone, disconnecting the monster's arm from the rest of his body. Leaping off, Orion landed just as the wounded giant began to crash to the ground, his roars of agony shaking the palace's very foundations. Orion knew that the giant would most likely be down for the count now, as that arm was his weak point. That threat taken care of, Orion turned his icey gaze to look for more invaders, knowing he still had a long way to go before the palace would be safe.
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Post by Xavier on Dec 10, 2006 19:26:40 GMT -5
Upon parrying yet another angry attack, Xavier caught the voice of what embodied the spirit of humanity -- Orion. His eyes caught sight of the man, blonde hair easily recognized through the crowds of brown heads; not to mention the difference between his sword and the weak competition against it.
"About time!" He smirked, watching Orion rush past to save what was his and defend with no option of being merciful. Xavier looked back to the pitiful opponent against him, he narrowly ducked from the uncoming punch (the man seeing he was quite unsuccessful against Xavier when it came to swords) and threw back his own punch, landing knuckles against the prisoner's jaw that would undoubtedly send him crashing to the floor.
Spending no more time upon the weakling, Xavier flipped the handles of both Wraith and Dahaka in his hands and carried on, feeling immensely driven now knowing that the fight would get good, now that Orion was here. Heaven have mercy on the man who bestowed this chaos upon the castle.
Knowing that his help would be most needed where quantity was a problem instead of quality, Xavier went about, slicing and slashing to injure and make quicker the victories for his comrades. "You heard the man! Fight!!"
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Post by Taylan on Dec 11, 2006 18:46:21 GMT -5
Down in the cells that had previously been homes to those who now ran amok was Taylan, driving sword through flesh and breathing fire figuratively and literally. It was a highly unexpected turn of events but she managed through the change of scenery. Deep in the dungeons she was battling through surges of human strength that seemed undying in its cause. Countless of prisoners had escaped and undoubtedly they had made their way into the levels of the castle, infiltrating what she had promised to keep safe. What she had promised Orion to keep safe.
There was no anger towards the men that escaped, scattering about like rats in flee of a cat, but indeed there was anger towards herself. She’d be damned before she’d let the cowards win this battle, despite the odds and their insane obsession with revenge over Orion. Unbeknownst to her, the king had come to guard and reign over his castle once more, but no time was given to contemplate on who was there fighting the good fight.
Accompanied by rounded up guards, Taylan made it her objective to bring bodies back to those lonely cells and lock them up for good. The sound of clashing steel echoed against the stonewalls, light barely visible through cracks that were considered windows in that despotic atmosphere. In the dim illumination, the silhouette of a figure dancing through men like water upon shapes of stone could be seen, wincing sounds of flesh giving into cold blade stretching out for eternities down those halls. Those that were left in her wake, the guards took it upon themselves to drag back into the units and slam lock their freedoms.
There was no pause in her movements, taking on whoever dared to best against the Valkryie whose face deemed angelic but actions proved otherwise. Alas, a twirl avoided her from an oncoming rush from a rather stocky man, turning once more to send a kick to his back, sending him crashing forwards onto a wall and stumbling into a jail chamber.
Growing immensely irritated at their stubborn refuse to surrender and knowing that her help was mostly needed upstairs where God knew what could have been reigning havoc, Taylan stood back and unleashed a powerful burst of fire through angry lips, a draconic roar escaping as well. The charge of flames did its damage to those in the line of fire, the sudden smell of burnt rising to the occasion as men now ached in agony and screamed in defeat.
“Get back into your cells or so help me I will melt the flesh off your bones.” She growled, a voice merged between what sounded demonic and her own. Eyes that now gleamed like those of a dragon now ancient glared at them all, ready to breath the flames of hell once more if need be.
The irritation in her had made her sprout the dragon wings that broke through skin and cloth, making her appear quite the hellish figure and sent the broken prisoners swaggering into their homes. Breathing heavily, Taylan turned to the guards who had fought immensely, “I’m going up.” As though she needed clearance from that, the men nodded frantically, slightly pale she noticed and moved to let her walk out, avoiding the sharp edges of her wings.
It was only in the comfort of her own solitude as she flew up the stairs that True Taylan emerged, “Orion’s gonna kill me…” Came the sigh from lips that had just created fires of unbelievably burning hot temperatures.
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Post by Lord Blithman on Dec 13, 2006 20:34:47 GMT -5
As Terence walked toward his goal he stopped and turned there stood another dragoon it was Azaial a dragoon he himself had locked away a long time ago, he laughed remembering he had earlier blow the dragoons gem away. As he softly chucked azaial fired a blot of black energy as Terence flipped clear he stood up it seemed the stone was not as destroyed as he had thought.
“It’s been too long knight”
as the rouge dragoon spoke he couldn’t help but feel a sense of sickness knowing at his belly this guy had killed for fun and took enjoyment in it but before he was defeated he had killed a friend of Terence’s a squire called Christopher and he had drove Terence to nearly kill him. Braking his though for a second he looked at the blades he had one rusted but a sense of power came from the sword the other a blade also a samurai blade also seemed to hold power the trick was getting them to work.
Watching as the dragoon began to summon energy to himself again Terence rushed forward as azaial fired his blast Terence rolled and fire his own blast as the enemy dragoon jumped clear he sneered and said
“My, my it seems you have grown since are last encounter”
Terence simply laughed and said in a confident voice
“You have no idea in fact I’m going to finish this in 30 seconds how’s that for an improvement”
As Azaial’s sneer turned to a look of hatred he started glowing black preparing to fire a huge ball of dark matter that would kill every thing in its way. Terence stood still as if concentrating deeply he was in fact preparing a move that would show this murderer the error of his ways. As the dragoon of death fired his dark matter ball Terence stepped forward and his hand glowed blue creating a bow of energy and pulling the bows energy string back he smiled firing the sword that was not rusted at Azaial as the blue bolt hit the shere of dark enegy it pearest threw it as Azaial raise his sword to block. Terence smiled watching as the blade separated into two blades as Azaial’s face turned to shock the two blades started to spin chopping both the dragoons arms from his body as he slumped down blood pouring from his open wounds, Terence stepped forward extending his arms to block the energy ball still flying toward him as crouched down he gripped the ball and strained lifting it high and sending it threw the roof toward the sky. Breathing deeply he pulled his energy bows string back once more firing a bolt of energy up into the ball as the two collided a huge explosion shook the ground Terence stood up brushing him self clean and slowly walked toward the dragoon and whispered in his ear
“And that’s 30 seconds over”
As the dragoon slumped unconscious Terence smiled pulling the two blades clear and watching as the reformed into one blade, now holding the two blades once more he started his walk toward the direction of the strange energy source. Turning various corridors and walking down stairs he turned to face a voice he heard.
“I do not wish to fight. You have my blade within your grasps. I wish to have it back, please. Then we can go our separate ways. I have no quarrel with you or anyone else in this castle. But a debt must be repaid and my weapon needs to be reclaimed. So please, give it back Terence looked at the samurai that stood before him the mans words seemed to carry no ill will and he seemed to be specking the truth holding the rusted blade up he looked at the samurai and calmly said
“I sense you are truthful but I will grant you your blade on one condition”
Pausing he heard ziamief’s words in his mind they spoke of the blade and how this samurai had been wrongly accused of his crimes. Sighing he continued
“The condition is that you stay and fight not as a prisoner but as a samurai regaining his honour, and if you stay I promise you shall be granted a pardon for the crimes I sense you never committed.
((sorry if the grammers crap its 1.30 and my brains dead))
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Post by Nahtanoj on Dec 14, 2006 1:26:24 GMT -5
Nahtanoj listened to the knight's words. It was true that he was a samurai and that he was bound by his word and code. However, it was also something that would require him to break another part of his honor. Not that what he was going to be necessarily doing was going to be wrong. He wouldn't allow his word to be broken. He would fulfill one before the other...it would be the only way around it.
"I agree to your terms." the samurai spoke to the dragoon, "Though I am sorry that I won't be able to fulfill my word to you as soon as you would like. You will have to believe me when I say that after I finish with keeping my word to another that I will keep mine with you. Whether or not you are capable of giving me that type of trust though will not stop me from taking my blade. You may give me my blade or I will take it by force."
After his words, the samurai's blue eyes were fixed on the figure ahead of him. The energy radiating off of this individual was so much that it was visible to even those that had no power. Nantanoj wasn't weaponless either though the sword that he had was simply a broadsword that one of the guards had. It was enough to serve the purpose but would not be enough to serve as well as the Harusame which the armored being held with him.
((eek...I know it's short))
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Post by Carmaus on Dec 14, 2006 1:38:58 GMT -5
Flames hot enough to melt a blade of a sword engulfed a weapon that was being used against Carmaus. Slowly the liquidified weapon began to drip to the floor and onto the hilt of the weapon. The soldier quickly tossed it and finishing uppercut was delievered to the soldier's jaw causing him to be lifted into the air and to drop with a sudden thud. "What's the matter? It seems that you are all too easy to fight." Carmaus commented towards the group of soldiers that were surrounding him.
They all charged forward and Carmaus made a strategic duck and allowed them to lock their blades against his own bow. The bow was strong enough to hold all seven blades at once and then while balancing on one hand, the anthromorph kicked each and every one of them hard enough in their knees to cause them to fall. He then pushed himself back up and slightly into the air in which he drew and engulfed them all with flames that were so hot that not even ash was left for remains.
"I think it's about time that I find the man of honor." Carmaus spoke to himself as he dusted off his coat and straightened it. He slowly walked from the spot he was standing and then towards the area were the main enterance was at. More than likely the single one that he was after would have came through there. And as he progressed he aided the captives that he had set free by defeating the guards in which they took their weapons and armor for themselves and charged forward to fight another group.
Eventually, now running Carmaus came to a stop but only briefly. He found the one called Orion fighting with some other soldiers. He smirked and his crimson eyes narrowed as he began to sprint towards the human champion. He drew his bow and notched an arrow of flame using one the of the torch fires to create it. Amplifying the flame to several hundred degrees hotter than what it was before hand and then fired it. The arrow whether a miss or direct hit would cause an explosion that would be powerful enough to create a hole or crater on any stone or metal surface this palace was built upon.
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Post by Orion on Dec 15, 2006 22:08:48 GMT -5
Chaos to the left of him, chaos to the right of him. The king was seeing his own palace being overtaken by the very prisoners which it had once held. The soldiers of Rahn fought their hardest, but they were outnumbered ten to one. Despite the precense of some of his best fighters and allies, the takeback of the palace was going quite slowly. Too many had died already, too many innocent men dead, simply for trying to keep the peace. This fact fueled Orion in a way that few others could ever understand. Faster became his movements, larger became the number of oppoenents he felled, and still none was the amount that could stop him.
A bead of sweat trailed its way down past his spiky blonde hair, rolling down his cheek onto the stone floor. Very few soldiers remained at his side, either because they had fallen, or they simply could not keep up with their king. Orion knew he had to keep going, he would not stop until the prisoners realized that it would have been safer back in their cells. He hated being this violent, it was not the side he liked to show. However, it was the only way he could possibly save the palace and all those in it, he knew this to be true.
"Keep fighting men, never give up, we can wi-..."
He never finished his sentence. Looking up, he saw a firey arrow heading straight for him. Narrowing his eyes, he raised Ragnarok, the massive blade as light as a feather in his hands. With a powerful swing, he cut the arrow in two, an amazingly accurate slice, the two flaming halves coming to a halt on either side of him. Even though he had stopped the attack, Orion could still feel the enourmous heat radiating from the still-flaming pieces. The pieces actually began to make a charred circle around the stone floor it rested on, signfying that it was indeed an incredible temperature.
"Now what..."
He looked ahead for the source. Immediately, his icey blue gaze fell upon a lone figure, the man's red and white coat vaguely familiar. Immediately, Orion's mind went through his memories, trying to place a name to this unknown attacker. Finally, it came. The March Tournament, the anthromorph who had fought against the water dragoon...Carmaus Dracus, the dragon.
"And here I thought you were one of the good guys...Well then...Since I know for a fact you could never have been in our prison, you must be either the one behind this revolt, or you are simply assisting. Which is it?"
He raised his sword, waiting. He knew this man was extremely dangerous and powerful. He had taken on a dragoon of immense strength and had won. If Orion had to fight Carmaus, it would not be a cakewalk. He had to be ready for anything, especially against such a powerhouse.
"Men...get out of here...I'll handle this, defend the rest of the palace...thats an order..."
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