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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Sept 10, 2012 19:55:16 GMT -6
(Unfortunately, due to the storyline this first thread is for Faro and Max only. However, the rest of the threads to come will be open to everyone)
Young Maximus stood at the very bottom of the mountain trail that lead up to the top. The moon loomed overhead and the brisk air blew gently through his dirty blond hair. He was alone, all of the gorons had gone to sleep, not even rodents were present. There was a pack filled with various assortments hanging from the small assassin's back and he swayed from side to side while gripping its straps. As was usual for the boy, an incredibly large grin adorned his face along with a very innocent eagerness. Max tilted his head back to gaze up at the stars and marveled in their magnificence. He wondered how they had gotten so high up in the sky and what caused them to be so amazingly bright. The small assassin took a moment to go through his provisions before his company arrived. He had been waiting forever for this day to come and it only excited him more every time he thought about it. Once finished sifting through his pack he put all its contents back and stood up. When he looked out over the horizon he could see the silhouette of who was coming to meet him. Somehow, the grin on his face grew bigger, and he began bouncing up and down from the added excitement. He raised his hand and waved frantically at the person coming to meet him but before he even finished took off in a dead sprint to go see him. "Hey Faro!" Max yelled eagerly as he ran toward him.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Sept 10, 2012 20:48:20 GMT -6
Faro couldn't help but smile when he saw the boy. Max's happiness had always been infectious, but the boy's enthusiasm was a problem. He picked the kid up and moved a hand over his mouth. "Glad to see you to." He said, rubbing his knuckles into the boy's head. "Now shut the hell up before you wake up all the Gorons."
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Sept 27, 2012 19:24:29 GMT -6
"Right, sorry." Max apologized, although his words came as muffled sounds because Faro's hand was still over his mouth. After Faro let him go he looked up at his favorite companion and smiled,"Are you ready?" he whispered, "I have the contract right here," the boy knelt down and rifled through his pack. He pushed aside the other content he had packed: a couple of belts of throwing knives, the belt that held both his daggers, several smoke pellets, two enchanted charm bracelets and necklaces that were decorated with the bones of some small animal, an ancient book of spells, and a semi decayed human skull. Next to the skull lay the contract and Max let out a 'Ah ha!' as he withdrew it. "Take a look!" Max moved next to Faro after handing the contract to try and read it with him, even though he already looked it over."Apparently, there was some shifty looking foreigner that had taken up residence near the top of the mountain. Some real creepy things have been happening up there since he moved in and the Gorons aren't happy about it. When they tried to take care of him themselves none of the platoon that was sent up there ever returned. They must be really desperate if they are calling the assassin's in to deal with it." All of a sudden Max became excited again, "Ooooo I can't wait! Our first contract together!"
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Post by Faro/Blade on Sept 27, 2012 21:32:56 GMT -6
"I'm not an assassin, Max." He said. It was half a lie. Faro was an assassin, just not an assassin in Max's order. Still, the kid seemed too excited for Faro to shoot him down now. "But I can still work with you as a friend." He looked to the top of the mountain. That was already one problem. Death Mountain was an active volcano. Faro would be fine, but Max might need more protection. "You got something to save you from the heat in that backpack?" He asked.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Oct 14, 2012 13:49:10 GMT -6
"You may not be an official member of the Assassins, Faro, but you are as much of an assassin to me as Argoth or Blade." Max was aware that Faro wasn't an actual assassin but he held Faro so high that it didn't matter. After Faro asked him about the heat of the mountain Max's eyebrows immediately shot upward in enlightenment, "Oh I almost forgot!" he squeaked, bending down to rummage through his pack once more, "I have this ointment I picked up from a goron shop on the way up. It's protects you from the heat for a full twelve hours." Max proceeded to withdraw the ointment from his pack and begin to grease himself down, removing his clothes to do so. The ointment was a pale white with a very slight hint of yellow. It also glowed somewhat. During the process Max began to get serious with Faro but never truly lost his exhilaration, "I think its a necromancer, Faro. That's why I brought so many enchanted items. If this guy is really powerful then we're going to have to give it all we got." A few moments later Max finished up applying the ointment. He capped it and placed it back into its resting place. "Ready? Lets go."
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Post by Faro/Blade on Oct 14, 2012 13:58:46 GMT -6
"Ready when you are, kid." Faro replied, looking back down at Max. The kid was right. A necromancer would be a tough opponent, not to mention the smell. The only way Faro would get used to the smell of rotting flesh and burning corpses involved a butcher's knife and a mask to hide his nose-lacking face when it was all said at done.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Nov 2, 2012 17:57:56 GMT -6
The monk stood upon a rock formation as he watched the two assassins enter the cave. The spirits calling out in pain had reached him all the way from the Gerudo Fortress.
They called out a name in which Azrael despised the most... Necromancer...
But... if the assassin's were getting involved... then this might be bigger than enslaved spirits.
"I shall keep to the shadows for the moment... I don't think they need me just yet." Azrael muttered as he pulled his hood up and slid down the face of the rock and followed the two of them.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Nov 21, 2012 0:51:01 GMT -6
"Any progress?" a rather shrill and ridiculous sounding voice asked. "Nothing significant. The corpses respond to the infusion but their bodies decay within minutes. I need more subjects. I am almost out of that goron platoon," a smooth, deep, yet slightly frustrated voice answered back. He placed his hands on table top in front of him where a decayed and rotted goron corpse lay, staring at the wall opposite him. Frustration shifted to disappointment, he'd been at this for months. Whatever had happened to it was not in the least bit pleasant. The corpse was completely emaciated with contorted skin that formed around the bones. "Syrus is getting impatient, Hans." "He'll get them when I am damn well finished!" His voice transformed into a baritone of anger and frustration as he whipped his head over to glare at the messenger. For months he had been tirelessly working on this project and was still nowhere closer to solving the problem. The stress was beginning to get to him for he knew how little time he actually had. The entire plan hinged on his ability to complete this and once the bloody heroes of hyrule found out they would come for him and his work. "This conversation would not be happening if you would show some kind of results,. Hans slammed a fist onto the stone table with a sudden burst of rage and swung around to face Syrus's messenger. He thrust a hand out and snatched him by the collar, drawing him close. Bags hung under Hans's dead grey eyes, "Tell Syrus he will have the formula when I am done. I don't need his hounds dropping in every twenty four hours. If I see you again Dag I will end you. Understand?" Dag only smiled at Hans's outburst. Arrogance reeked from every pore in his body, "The boss doesn't take orders from necromancer scum like you. He'll kill you the minute I relay your message. Kill me now and he'll come looking for you anyway, and you don't want to die the way the last one did do you? Heh heh, good luck trying to hide from him." Hans slammed a fist into Dag's face sending him reeling backward into the wall. Bewilderment swept over Dag's face as he realized what just happened. "I don't think you understand, Dag. Syrus needs me for this job because I am the only one in all of Hyrule and Termina who can solve it. I work at my own pace or none at all. Threatening you was my way of showing mercy. Now, I think you will make a fine specimen." "You can't do this! Syrus will--!" "Do what?! Kill me? Oh no no, Dag you misunderstand again. You are expendable whereas I am not. I can do whatever I want with you and Syrus won't give a damn." Dag began to reach for the hilt of an ax on his back but Hans snapped his fingers, releasing a bolt of dark magic through his body. Immediately Dag's entire nervous system shut down leaving him completely paralyzed, yet the black magic left him alive and aware. The very essence of fear was coursing through his very soul, and his eyes clearly expressed it. Unable to plead or cry out Dag lay limp on the cave floor until Hans replaced the him for the body that was previously on his stone slab. Hans leaned over him, smiling wickedly. He absolutely loved this part.
Max turned when Faro announced that he was ready to begin their trudge up the volcano and started walking. For several minutes he said nothing, but finally he could not restrain his child curiosity any longer. "Have you ever fought a necromancer before, Faro?" he asked as they walked.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Nov 27, 2012 13:35:15 GMT -6
"Yeah. It's not that difficult. Their summoned creatures are a pain in the ass, but the actual necromancer will go down pretty easily once you've got it cornered." He explained as he checked some of his gear. The pace they were going made it easy for him to look and talk.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jan 1, 2013 19:02:22 GMT -6
"I've done it!" Hans cried with an evil joy. Dag lay on the stone table in front of him, his chest marked with a thick black stain that run along his sternum. Veins originating from the dark blotch snaked their way outward, crawling over his pectorals up across his neck and finally ceasing at his eyes. Dag's tunic had been torn open and a closed stab wound in the middle of his sternum was where the strange darkness spewed forth. His eyes were completely white. Hans drew in a deep satisfactory breath, "After all that research, after all those bloody failed experiments, after all the hard work countless sleepless nights I have finally done it! Arise, Dag! Show me the fruits of my labor!"The body on the table responded accordingly, sitting up and swinging his legs over the table. "What is thy bidding, masterful Hans?" (Oh yes I did ) The voice was not Dag's anymore, it was deeper, like a growl almost. "Show me your strength!" Hans commanded. "As you wish." Dag morphed his entire body, neck to feet, into a black chitinous substance. (Because I am having a hard time describing this, here is a visual instead, prototype91.deviantart.com/art/PROTOTYPEarmor-by-G-Rolli-134863496) Hans let out a maniacal chuckle, "Excellent. Syrus will be most pleased. Now that this work is complete he can begin--""....go down pretty easily once you've got it cornered." A smile almost comparable to that of his master crept across his face. "It seems like we have company, Dag. Why don't you go out there and say hello for me while I take care of a few things before we leave."Without saying a word Dag made his way for the exit, still in his chitinous suit of armor. ------------------------------------------------------ Max nodded at Faro's answer, he was excited to be on a quest with his new friend but also knew the dangers it yielded. The two of them would have to be on their utmost guard if they were going to succeed. Silence apprehended their walk for only a short while before Max's eyebrows lifted and he whispered, "Faro, look!" the opening to a small cave was only about twenty yards away. No sooner was little Max about to speak again when something stepped out of the darkness of the cave mouth. From what Max could make out, it looked like a man in full body armor, although the material was something he had never seen before. It walked toward them until it was about fifteen feet away. Once Max got a look into his eyes he instantly knew what was going on. Syrus.. he thought. "Something isn't right here Faro. This man has a demon in him, and by the looks of it, Syrus is involved. Look at his eyes."The young assassin was on edge now. If his nemesis was involved with this, nothing good ever followed. The man in front of them allowed no time for Max or Faro think about what Syrus might be planning, he instantly morphed himself a helmet and a blade arm, rushing Faro as the last of the chitinous exoskeleton closed over his face.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jan 9, 2013 21:39:46 GMT -6
Faro raised his arms to block, and if Malevolence had been a second slower in covering them with protective armor, he would have lost them. Tendrils shot out from from his back and dug into the ground to brace him against the force of Dag's charge. Faro growled, and tried to kick him, but it did nothing through the armor. He'd need Max's help to break free, then he could go on the offensive. (Gah, so short. )
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Feb 23, 2013 15:23:40 GMT -6
Max's eyes narrowed as he focused on his opponent. He withdrew his daggers from his pack and tossed it aside. Ever since that day in the Lost Woods Max vowed to never use his shifting again. He couldn't bear to use them after what he did to his friends. No matter, he could beat this fiend without his demon. As Dag and Faro stood clashing Max gripped both blades tight and rushed in. He leaped in aiming a dagger strike at the base of Dag's neck. It would have connected too if Dag hadn't raised his free arm and smote Max from the air. The blow slammed into his ribs with what felt like the force of two tonnes of bricks, beaming poor Max to the ground at near light speed. Max tumbled end over end about five or six times before skidding to a halt twenty feet away. The young assassin winced in severe pain. He had taken the attack full on and was sure it had cracked some of his ribs. After about a minute Max was able to place his hands under him and return to his feet. Upon glancing over at Faro and Dag's stand off Max could see that Dag was clearly gaining the upper hand, even with Faro's tendrils to stabilize him. Use me. growled a voice in the back of his head. Max almost jumped. He was not expecting his demon to suddenly begin talking in the middle of a battle. "No. I don't need your help." Max said aloud rather coldly. You need me. You know it. This second class demon will kill you both.Max ignored his demon and slowly started running back in to help Faro. This time he attacked from behind, jumping up and slamming his daggers down into each of Dag's shoulder blades. However, both of his blades merely glanced off his chitinous armor, and to make matters worse, Dag immediately countered. Before Max could fall back to the ground two spikes about the size of the hilts of his daggers jettisoned out from where Max had attempted to stab him. The poor boy had no time to react at all, and both spikes entered his shoulders, ripping clean through to his back. The spikes didn't stop there either. Dag kept them going, lifting Max into the air about thirty feet. Max could do nothing but scream in horror and pain as the wait of his body pressed hard on the spikes that held him above the earth. Blood seeped out from his wounds and began to travel down the javelins that held him. If you don't use my power now, you, and your friend, will die. What's it going to be Max? Death? Or Me.Max hated to admit it but the bastard was right. If he didn't do something Faro and him were toast. "Shit.." Max breathed, "Alright.."And just like that his eyes turned the same color as Dag's. His hands morphed into massive fists of stone and gripped the spikes that held him in the sky. With as a little effort as a gust of wind carrying a feather, he snapped them in half. The now Demon Max descended to the earth and reinforced his feet and calves with the same chitinous material has his opponent. Several cracks snaked out in every direction as Max slammed into the ground and he landed on one knee. As he stood up he reached to the two spikes that were still lodged into his shoulders. One by one he pulled them out as if they weren't even there, and afterward each hole closed itself. Dag took no notice of what was happening behind him, he almost had Faro to the ground and from there he would finish him. However, just before he could deliver the killing blow to his prey a gargantuan stone fist wrapped itself around his skull and whipped him in the opposite direction at super sonic speeds. At this point the Necromancer had appeared at the mouth of the cave. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and a clear expression of worry was on his face when he saw Max thrash his new creation. Demon Max noticed Hans and said in a deep growling voice to Faro, "He's all yours." And no sooner did he say it that he was already going back in to face Dag.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Feb 23, 2013 22:00:26 GMT -6
Faro rolled to his feet and dusted himself off with his hands as he approached the necromancer. "Looks like you're fighting me." He said as he walked toward Hans.
"Why yes, of course. You, however, are fighting them."
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He smiled a twisted grin as several zombies clawed their way out of the ground, then several dozen more. Hans stood behind all of them and his form burst into black and red flames as his skin burned away in charred flakes to reveal a blackened skeleton beneath with burning purple eyes and bright white teeth. His form burned, but less intensely as the flames formed into black leather armor, sans helmet, and swirled around a single spot to form a sinister black blade with cruel, serrated edge that burned with purple and red flames.
A maniacal laugh rolled forth from Hans' maw as he leaned back and looked to the sky above him. It began to fill with ominous black clouds that collected over the site of their battle. Lightning struck Hans and a wave of power radiated outward. The wave of power harmed neither Max nor Faro, but it changed the zombies. No longer were they mere undead. Mere undead do not carry weapons or wear armor similar to that of their summoner. These were something on an entirely different level. Thralls. Faro cursed. A lich and its thralls, only Syrus would be mad enough to employ such creatures. With a heavy sigh, Faro rolled his neck as the thralls shrieked and yelled, yearning to bathe their weapons in his blood.
Oh dear, this might take a few minutes. Malevolence remarked from deep within Faro. He was met with only silence as Faro cast off his black longcoat and four of the seals burst and began to pour pale blue light into the air. Faro's eyes turned a deep red as he faced down the lich and his minions. There were about forty in all, but Faro actually believed that Max was stuck with the tough job. Faro had battled liches before, knew their tricks and tactics. That thing the lich had created, though... was beyond him. With the power of these demons, Ganon had destroyed a village and ripped a young boy's childhood from him in the name of spreading his evil. Even then, Faro was allowed to keep his mind through the application of the Seals. Faro actually shuddered to think what a lich, incapable of such mercy, would do with the strength of Max's demon. The result was facing Max right now, and it worried Faro. He would have to make this as quick as possible. Gigantic claws formed over his hands and he charged the thralls with stoic determination set in his face.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Mar 31, 2013 22:28:11 GMT -6
Demon Max rounded quickly on Dag, who was just beginning to return to his feet. Revenge was the only thing on Demon Max's mind as he approached his opponent. The emotion was so strong in fact, that Max, who was riding shotgun in his mind, was even starting to feel anger and hatred toward Dag. Even though the regular Max didn't know, this fight was already over. "You are nothing. It growled at the other demon. Dag moved in again, coming in low and striking upward with his massive blade arm. Dag put a tremendous amount of force and effort behind the attack but Demon Max was having none of it. With a seemingly effortless and light speed movement Demon Max caught the blade arm in a vice grip, stopping it cold. From an onlooker's perspective it would have looked as if Dag's blade had hit an invisible wall. Demon Max shook his head at Dag, "Pathetic." He tightened his grip on the blade and wrenched it to the side. Before Dag could even consider countering a hulking fist slammed into his face. His head whipped backward like a speed bag after a boxer punched it. Demon Max didn't let go of Dag's weapon arm and tightened his grip even further, allowing cracks to form along the blade's surface. He slammed another fist into Dag's face, then another, and another, and another. Demon Max squeezed the blade one last time just as he delivered his last punch to Dag's face. The blade shattered to bits and the protective mask that covered Dag's face was nearly caved inward. Hundreds, if not thousands, of cracks spider webbed out from the point of contact where Demon Max was relentlessly beating. A few pieces had even fallen off, revealing some of Dag's skin below. Dag's body had become increasingly limp after every punch and by the last one he was sagging so badly that Demon Max was the only thing holding him upright. After his blade had shattered, Dag fell helplessly to the ground. "You second class.." Demon Max began as he morphed his arms into a more massive stone stone like substance and lifted Dag over his head. "..Piece of trash." and with a force strong enough to lift death mountain itself hurled Dag into the side of it, right beside the mouth of the cave. Dust and debris exploded outward from the impact of Dag's body and the shear force he hit the mountain with shook it slightly. There were several horrific bone crushing sounds that followed and inside his mind Max winced. Demon Max didn't waste any time in waiting for it to settle, he rushed in and began pounding Dag even further into the mountain. He smashed his huge fists into Dag's body and head with all the power he could muster, and after what seemed like several hours (but was nothing more than a few minutes) finally let up. When the dust cleared there was a crater so large it could have cradled the moon. Dag rested at the end of the crater, not moving. What was once his chitinous body armor only selectively covered his body; the rest had been eroded away with the beating Demon Max had given him. There was a small portion clinging to his ribcage, a few pieces on his left calf and shin, and a large chunk still covered his skull, only leaving from his right eye down over his nose and down to his chin exposed. Dag wasn't moving and his eyes weren't open...at least for the moment. About a minute later his eyes snapped open and he dropped down from the crater. His armor began to reform around him and Demon Max watched with anticipation. He smirked at his opponent's resilience and gladly let him recover. "Round three."
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Post by Faro/Blade on Apr 16, 2013 12:05:35 GMT -6
( ) Unfazed by the sounds of the ferocious battle, Faro rushed to his left. That side of the battlefield hemmed the thrall in with sheer cliff faces. The other side was simply a drop off. Powerful as Faro was, so many opponents at once would be a difficult fight even for him, and he needed to be in good enough shape to help Max if necessary. He tore up the cliffs, using Malevolence to help strengthen his legs and keep him stuck to the rock. Unfortunately, the approach was obvious to everyone. Especially the thralls, who cast black lightning and fire in Faro's direction. The spells pounded the cliff-side, but Faro managed to stay ahead of the blasts of energy until he could see Hans. The lich pointed to the sky with a bony, rotted finger clad in a tarnished ring of power and a series of lightning strikes blinded Faro. He lost his balance and started to tumble down the cliffs, saved by Malevolence who pushed him away from the cliff face with a push from a thick tendril. Faro's trajectory changed and he was over the thralls now. He managed to right himself by the use of his flames and slow his descent to acceptable speeds. He landed among the thralls and a wave of Din's Fire spread out from him and pushed back the thralls. "So it's going to be like that..." Faro muttered to himself. "Good." He said as the seals on his wrists broke open an poured out pale blue light. In this state, Faro was dangerously close to Malevolence's evil nature, and it ran over into the outside. His normally kind amber eyes were glowing red and violent as tendrils grew over his left arm, making a heavy and wide blade that nearly weighed him down. With a spin to gain momentum, Faro lifted the blade high over his head and slammed it down onto the first thrall, cleaving it cleanly in two. One down, but others responded by crowding him and trying to lob bolts of magic his way. Faro lightened the blade in response to this, sending the extra mass to his right leg, where it burst through his pants in the form of spikes. He rose the blade arm to block the lightning and guided the black flames into other targets to try and break up the ranks of thralls. Fire was fire after all, and even the undead's cursed flames were his to command. Faro let loose another pulse of plasma to free himself from the thralls before rushing forward, the spikes shortening when he did so he couldn't stab himself in the leg. Faro leaped over the head of one thralls and brought down his spiked leg ion an axe kick. The spikes extended on contact and pierced the thrall's armor. It's head came off and the blue flames in its eye sockets stopped burning, a sure sign that it was dead for good. Another pulse of flame pushed the thralls back as faro approached another. His blade arm swatted away the thrall's blade before he ran it through, killing it. Another pulse of flame and he cursed again. "This is taking too long." He growled under his breath. At this rate, he would be too worn out to fight Hans. The only way to finish this quickly would be to do something big and take as many out at once. The next volley of flames gave Faro just the right idea. When the flames came down, Faro caught the fire instead of redirecting it. Keeping it close in his right hand where he could compress to whatever size it needed to be, and he was shooting for as small as possible to hide his plan as he continued to attack the thralls as though he still planned to fight them one by one. He sprang toward another thrall and speared it on the blade by elongating the weapon with enough force to pierce it like an arrow. The scent of rotted flesh filled Faro's nostrils as the battle continued to wear on. Another volley of black fire came down to strengthen his final attack as he spun to roundhouse kick a thrall with his spiked leg. The creature fell with a stifled scream as more flames came to fuel Faro's own fire. "Halfway done." He said with a maniacal grin.
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