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Post by Orcleous on Apr 5, 2015 15:14:21 GMT -6
Orcleous attempted to retreat, but the beast followed. It seemed to take pleasure in the surge of fear that had rose up in Orcleous. The flames did nothing to stop the monster. It simply ran through them like a steed crushing a ember on the ground. All a while the screams of horror increased and the sound began to play on Orcleous mind. As the mercenary ran he could see all the memories and images he wanted to forget. He could see the towns people who he saw burn. He could remember the city covered in fire and the undead corpses shuffling around. Images of pass friends, enemies, and associates all rushed back to him. Then he saw him. The one man he did not want to forget or to remember. Seedle, his one and only friend. The man's face popped back into his head. The blood running down his throat and head. seedle held back the assassins as orcleous retreated in fear.
"Seedle", spoke Orcleous as he stopped running. The sound grew louder as the madness closed in, but inside Orcleous head all was quite. He remembered his friend. His sacrifice, the stupidity of his youth and the sacrifice that was made so he could live. As the beast grew closer it voice grew louder, but to Orcleous everything seemed to dim, shallow out. Little by little Orcleous began to tame his fear. Rather than let it serge through him like a hurricane throwing around his memories and pain Orcleous took control of it. He redirected it. Changed it. The Assassin only knew of one way to control fear, and that was to turn it into anger. Anger began to fill Orcleous heart as flight turned into fight and the Assassin prepared himself to do battle.
Quickly the assassin turned and with the motion two daggers flew toward the head of the monster. A single river of fire was not going to stop this beast, then how about a blaze. Drawing once again upon the power of his flaming sword Orcleous called upon the true power of its flames. Taking a deep breath Orcleous stabbed his sword into the ground calling upon the full power of the spirit. Fire swirled around him as a torrent of flames erupted from the ground and consumed the figure in a spiraling tower of flames.
"Come on", spoke Orcleous as he drew his sword out the ground. He was sure that was not enough. He watched the flames expecting a spear to soon follow. A enemy that could send such chills down his spine could not be defeated with such a attack. Though it was the greatest feat of magical power Orcleous had ever shown.
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Post by Julius on Apr 5, 2015 16:57:00 GMT -6
Finally....FINALLY
Julius let out a sigh of relief as he led the last of the nomads out of the town, well at least the ones who weren't fighting. For the most part, it seemed like they were simply wiping out the stragglers. Julius scanned the area, searching for the young man that had saved his life. "Please be alive...Please be alive." There! He felt his nerves go on edge as he spotted him. He had been running but simply stopped, turned, and let loose a huge tower of flame.
Still, Julius was not wholeheartedly convinced that such a thing could stop the monster. This might just be a chance for them both to escape.
Despite the fact that he could simply just escape with the other nomads, Julius owed this man. There was no honor in death, he knew that much, but he wasn't about to abandon the man who had confronted this thing. He quickly looked back towards the nomads and yelled at a man guiding a horse. "You there! Stop!" Without another word the boy ran towards him and scrambled onto the horse. "I'll return her as soon as I can!" He yelled as he attempted to get it under control.
Not wasting a second, Julius reared the horse and quickly galloped towards the young man. He was by no means a master on horseback, but his life as a traveling merchant had a least taught him the basics. "No need to sacrifice yourself!" He called out as he approached. He knew he was probably interfering with an epic battle, but this may be a chance for both of them to escape with their lives. "Come on." He held out a hand, hoping this man wasn't too keen on actually fighting that monster.
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Post by The Madness on Apr 8, 2015 8:15:12 GMT -6
IT BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNS
That might have just been a bad idea on Orc's part, what with the sudden loud scream filling the ears of everyone nearby. The wailing of one particular soul that just could not keep itself hidden anymore. Surely it did not feel any actual pain, but the possible stimuli of the fire must have been too much for the wailing poor sod to ignore. After all, Jester as he was called was one of the souls that hated being what it was. If it could really think straight. All it wanted was to get out and escape, all it wanted was freedom.
The main shade was at work already trough, drawing it's spear as the flames licked it. Madness was by no means necessary immune to the effects of the fire, no. It felt the flames and the melting effect it had on it's armor, but it had already soon drawn out the magical spear, focusing some more of it's energies into the spear, slamming it down to the ground as the flames practically exploded away from the shade. It looked around for a brief moment before the flaming orbs it called eyes set down upon the... Boy.
He held his hand out, a more logical and cold voice soon spawning out of the shade, all the other madness suddenly silencing as if their lord was talking.
"Give me... The boy. Give me the boy, let me claim him as my own. Do this and I shall let you go with your insolence. Simply give him to me."
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 8, 2015 8:40:54 GMT -6
"Impossible", spoke Orcleous as he stared on. He expected the monster to walk out of there, but he did not expect it to leave with so little damage. It screamed well enough, but to be truthful it seemed as if that only made it angry. With its spear it dispelled the remaining flames and took dominance over the battle. Orcleous was not sure if he was going to walk away from this one. It was like that time he fought that dragon. His only true option was to flee. The very action ticked Orcleous off. Why was he fleeing from the enemy? Should he not be strong enough to take such a monster on? What was the point in all of that training if he can't defeat a single rampaging monster?
"Aghhh", shouted Orcleous as he tossed his iron blade into the ground. Retreat was his only option, but he was not even sure if he could. The monster moved just as fast as he did and to make it worse it could attack from range while it ran. Suddenly the sound of a horse filled Orcleous ears as a young boy road up on a steel. He looked familiar, he may have been the kid he tagged earlier, but Orcleous was not sure.
"Give me your hand", spoke the boy as he offered the mercenary a ride. At the same time the monster spoke as well.
"Give me the boy", it demanded. The beast seemed focus on this young man. It wanted him. It wanted his soul. Such hunger, such greed, as if it did not already have enough souls swirling inside of its mass.
"Hurry up and lets get out of here", spoke Orcleous as he hopped up onto the horse. Orcleous was not going to give that beast anything. He swore to himself that day. The next time he meet the monster he was going to kill it.
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Post by The Madness on Apr 14, 2015 7:13:42 GMT -6
"No. NO! You will -NOT- leave with the boy, I swear. I will hunt you DOWN like the mangled dogs you are! YOU -WILL- BEND FOR ME! YOU BOTH SHALL BE CLAIMED INTO ETERNAL HELL!" If the shade could breathe out of anger, it would have done so by now, staring at the two slowly disappearing over the horizon. He crunched his fist together before turning around, starting to walk away from the remains of the camp. The Sacaens had left, the bandits were dead, and all the souls would already have moved on to the underworld. All in all...
The boy and the man had ruined his plan.
He had been here before. He had stood where they had stood. They once called him... What did they call him? Not the hero. He was no hero of man. Or could it even be said that he had taken a stand here? It was just the corpse the Arum had taken over that had once stood here, fighting for whatever cause he had been paid for at the time. Why was he even remembering things so unimportant? Maybe it was the frustration the shade was feeling at this very moment.
Well, pish posh. Some cobbler boy got away, lad. It's nothing to spill your britches about, I feel.
BAH. Baron, stand quiet! We gained no blood to the blood throne! No blood for the true king, no blood for me!
WHY DID THEY LEAVE WITHOUT ME IT BURNS BURNS BURNS BURNS BURNS
The glimmers kept "discussing" between eachother as the shade kept up it's walk towards Lycia.
Towards victory.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 14, 2015 8:45:08 GMT -6
Little by little the creature vanished into the distance. It was a welcome sight, but also a shame upon Orcleous. He had slain every monster he had encountered so far. The only exception to that statement was that dragon and he still planned to find that thing and chop its head off eventually. Now however he had lost twice. He was defeated with little to no effort. "!@#$", shouted Orcleous as he told the boy to bring the horse to a stop. The monster was far behind them so he was in no threat of being attacked.
"This is as far as I go kid", spoke Orcleous as his boots hit the ground. The unique butterfly patter near the sole of the shoe was covered in mud. Orcleous was going to have to clean that later. "Look kid that monster was after you, and I am sure it is going to come after me now as well. It would not be wise for the both of us to be in one place. Go ahead and get out of here and get to safety" ,spoke Orcleous as he slapped the back end of the horse and sent it galloping away. Orcloeus then began to move in the other direction on foot. He doubted he would see the monster again, or not at lest for a long time. The plains were a big place and trying to find one person would be finding a needle in a hay stack. However Orcleous swore to himself, the next time he meet the beast he was going to slay it. It may have walked off his fire attacks, but he still had his skill as a swordsmen. Orcleous just needed to practice or he simply needed to become stronger. Either way Orcleous had a lot of work to do before he meet that beast again. Maybe the cult had some more work for him. Maybe that will be enough.
[Orc exit thread]
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