Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
Posts: 933
Sexuality: Yes
Relationship: Single
Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jun 7, 2012 12:34:51 GMT -6
He heard her ask what he wanted with her as he fell down the hole. Dracul was only looking to test the strength of these so-called 'heroes'. To see if they were truly worthy... truly ready... for something that they had never before fought.
The Monk... he had to find the Monk and test him... he was the most important piece in this game.
Dracul landed at the bottom, making a small crater where he landed. Runeblade in hand, he heard the sound of crackling energy, he turned slowly around to see Iona ready to fight.
He chuckled lowly and cracked a small smile upon his frozen face.
"You finally have awoken... show me... show me if you are ready for what is to come..." Dracul's voice whispered into her ear as if he were right next to her, yet he was standing in front of her.
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Post by Iona on Jul 29, 2012 19:53:32 GMT -6
It wasn't worth it, she knew. He had mentioned others and she knew she wasn't quite the top priority. Nonetheless, Iona threw a bolt of electricity at the looming figure of the man, whipping out her chainblade and letting the electricity flow. All at once the hatred, those dark hopeless days training to beat the King of Evil, the illogical but existent hatred came, hot and burning in her like a miniature liquid hell. She sent another bolt at him, basic stuff, but she was saving herself. Bring down the mountain before she actually killed him. She had enough hatred, enough patience to drag this out.
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Above, Attikus squatted down and stared down at the battle, a cold wind tearing at his clothing and hair, but his light and dark eye focused squarely on the battle, of which he saw with his perfect vision. He shouldered his longbow off and notched an arrow loosely, ready for the worst.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jul 29, 2012 20:37:57 GMT -6
Faro's old clan had charted several paths through the hostile mountain range. Some were meant for their human forms, others could only be traversed in animal form. Faro bounded up one of the human paths toward the source of the note. He came to a on Attikus' left. His black outfit stood out as a silhouette in the setting sun, the wind blowing the longcoat around his legs. He observed the situation below. A black-haired woman was throwing bolts of lightning at a figure draped head to toe in black armor. Even after knowing Malevolence for so long, Faro felt something was profoundly wrong about it.
"That thing." Faro spoke. "It's more evil than Ganon."
It's attacking the Black-haired girl from the forest of ninja.[/b] Malevolence noted. Faro's eyes widened in realization.
I told her I would bring her to the village. Could that thing be after me? He thought. He clenched his hand and gritted his teeth when he looked up to the path. Syrus.
They haven't seen us. We could still-[/b]
"We're going." Faro rumbled, eyes turning red as four breaking seals shredded his sleeves. Malevolence shifted to his legs before he leapt from the mountaintop, leaving a small crater. Faro crossed his arms, putting his hands on his shoulders as he crossed his legs. Malevolence collected around him, forming a shell.
Shaped like a spear's point.
Faro fell toward the dark armored figure. Assuming it was another one of Syrus' abominations, he would watch his newest creation crumble at Faro's hand. If not, it didn't matter. He was going to help the woman, one of the few people who wished to understand him, or die trying.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jul 29, 2012 22:24:36 GMT -6
When Syrus had reached the bottom of the hole he had landed directly in the path of Iona's oncoming lightning. Instantaneously, Syrus teleported behind the nefarious looking knight and waited to see his reaction. The wicked smile on his face grew with each passing second; a sign of his undying eagerness to see one of them sustain injury. However, just before Syrus could feel the twisted satisfaction he caught another person beaming toward the foreboding knight.
An genuinely sinister smile crept across his face peeling back his lips to reveal stark white teeth. If Ganon were present even he would have thought it was more evil than himself.
"Hm, it looks like our favorite outcast has come to play as well," Syrus began, his words spewing out sick enjoyment, "Allow me to say hello."
Syrus vanished from where he stood and appeared below Faro. Before falling too low he wrapped his arms around him in a tight bear hug. The two of them rocketed toward Dracul at unfathomable speeds and Syrus grinned devilishly at Faro and said, "Its nice to see you again, how ya been? Oh! How's the kid?"
Before Malevolence or Faro could even process what was happening Syrus teleported the both of them to just beyond Dracul and let go of him. "We can catch up in a second," he said before porting to a safer place, leaving Faro to slam into the side of the mountain.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jul 30, 2012 1:38:15 GMT -6
Faro's spear-shell stuck into the side of the mountain. It unraveled from the top, flowing back into Faro's arms. Feeling creative, Faro shot the same tendrils back into the mountainside. They tore into the rock, and tightened around it. With Malevolence's help, Faro pulled. The tendrils tore the rock apart, sending it crashing down at Iona and the armored figure. Faro followed the rockslide down, managing to reach the bottom before it did. He dashed past the armored figure and scooped up Iona, essentially tackling her but picking her up on his shoulder. He carried her just far enough to escape the tumbling rocks.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
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Eldrin/Vai
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Kaepora Gaebora
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 30, 2012 13:50:50 GMT -6
(Oooh! Bad guy party... Sweet. I'm in! ;D) The cold mountain winds blew through the man's scarlet hair as he stood among the ruined buildings of the dead village. His black eyes perfectly mirrored the flames that remained from Faro's outbursts as they slowly faded. "Hm... Now why would you be returning here, Faro?" He wondered aloud. He wore leather pauldrons, as well as a baldric to hold his sword, and greaves that rose up over his knees. His sword was long and one-sided, made of dark gray steel with an odd swirling pattern throughout, as if the metal were impure. The serrated blade consisted of nine 'teeth', and its handle was wrapped in leather. His name was Sanger. Suddenly, a crash rocked the mountain. Somebody was shredding the rock face of the mountain... With tendrils of darkness? "Found you." Sanger muttered, quickly moving to the spot of the disturbance. Peering into the chasm below, Sanger saw Faro rescuing a black haired girl from the rock slide he had just created. Sanger dove into the hole, landing in front of Faro and the girl. He drew his blade and held it out toward their enemies. "Need any help?"(Sanger's millionth debut... )
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