Toran reached the entrance.
"Good. Time to..."
Toran noticed something.
"Wait... Zombies might not be welcome here... Solution found. After all, the master made me the smartest zombie in creation, I have to live upt to my title."
Then, Toran summoned something interesting...
"May not be the best solution, but it's efficient."
Probably not. After all, he did summon a hulking clay set of armor to cover up the gray skin.
Sanctuary IC
09/06/2013, 09:01 PM #11
09/06/2013, 11:57 PM #12
Shijian
Lucas just finished sabotaging the second catapult when he started coughing due to smoke. He had been so absorbed in his task that he had not noticed what was going on, now he looked around and berated himself for not paying enough attention. A ring of fire now surrounded his location and there was a thick wall of smoke. Rem was just disappearing through the wall of fire and Lucas watched. Lucas took a deep breath and held it as he plunged through the smoke just above the fire. But he had forgotten about thermals, and one caught him and threw him up into the air, struggling to regain control. Thus he could only see what was going on on the walls as a series of images. The king and Rem fighting, The King burying his blade in Rem, which seemed to have no effect on him, the catapults firing and the king falling.
Lucas finally managed to regain control and was trying to make a split-second decision whether to go after Rem or help the king, but the king already seemed to be slowing and he could take care if himself, he was the king after all. So Lucas took off after Rem, keeping high up in the sky, following the flaming horse and lich travelling across the ground. The thin air didn't bother him, his lungs and blood were built differently to be more efficient at absorbing oxygen. The cold was also not unwelcome after the heat of the fire and all those bodies pressed together.
At this height, he would appear to be a large or strangely shaped bird from anyone on the ground. Meanwhile, his slightly better than most vision allowed him to be able to barely make out the general atop his horse, his vision was better, but it was not like a hawk. In this way, he kept pace with the general while he absentmindedly cleaned the knife he had used to saw through the ropes, he needed something to do with his hands.
Lucas just finished sabotaging the second catapult when he started coughing due to smoke. He had been so absorbed in his task that he had not noticed what was going on, now he looked around and berated himself for not paying enough attention. A ring of fire now surrounded his location and there was a thick wall of smoke. Rem was just disappearing through the wall of fire and Lucas watched. Lucas took a deep breath and held it as he plunged through the smoke just above the fire. But he had forgotten about thermals, and one caught him and threw him up into the air, struggling to regain control. Thus he could only see what was going on on the walls as a series of images. The king and Rem fighting, The King burying his blade in Rem, which seemed to have no effect on him, the catapults firing and the king falling.
Lucas finally managed to regain control and was trying to make a split-second decision whether to go after Rem or help the king, but the king already seemed to be slowing and he could take care if himself, he was the king after all. So Lucas took off after Rem, keeping high up in the sky, following the flaming horse and lich travelling across the ground. The thin air didn't bother him, his lungs and blood were built differently to be more efficient at absorbing oxygen. The cold was also not unwelcome after the heat of the fire and all those bodies pressed together.
At this height, he would appear to be a large or strangely shaped bird from anyone on the ground. Meanwhile, his slightly better than most vision allowed him to be able to barely make out the general atop his horse, his vision was better, but it was not like a hawk. In this way, he kept pace with the general while he absentmindedly cleaned the knife he had used to saw through the ropes, he needed something to do with his hands.
How many times can you die a day~?
How many times have you died a day~?
How many times have you died a day~?
09/07/2013, 01:51 AM #13
Azeruk's Room - Chronomancer's Tower - Gensei Woods 6:30 AM
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Azeruk jolted awake as the clock beside his bed rang, signaling that it was time to rise and start the day. Azeruk yawned and tapped the button on the top of the complex clock and looked around the room.
The room didn't let any sunshine in, due to it being underground. The walls were made up of a slowly eroding stone, possibly because of the constant use of Chronomancy in the area. If Azeruk's teacher, Cronux, was still alive, he would have made Azeruk practice for hours to ensure that he had better control over his magic. Azeruk stood up out of bed and frowned at the room. He had done quite a bit of damage to the room. The walls looked hundreds of years old, while holes were present in the carpet and the tapestry nearby. It was a consequence for having a magic stone embedded in his body. Chronux may have had centuries to strengthen the stone and learn to control it, but Azeruk had it for only a month. If it was a weaker stone, then Azeruk wouldn't have to worry about such things. it didn't help that it was literally a part of him now, just like his human heart. Azeruk simply sighed and began to repair the wall, reversing time and the damage he had done with it. Once he was finished, Azeruk officially began his day...
Last edited by S121; 09/07/2013, 01:54 AM. *RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII*
Azeruk jolted awake as the clock beside his bed rang, signaling that it was time to rise and start the day. Azeruk yawned and tapped the button on the top of the complex clock and looked around the room.
The room didn't let any sunshine in, due to it being underground. The walls were made up of a slowly eroding stone, possibly because of the constant use of Chronomancy in the area. If Azeruk's teacher, Cronux, was still alive, he would have made Azeruk practice for hours to ensure that he had better control over his magic. Azeruk stood up out of bed and frowned at the room. He had done quite a bit of damage to the room. The walls looked hundreds of years old, while holes were present in the carpet and the tapestry nearby. It was a consequence for having a magic stone embedded in his body. Chronux may have had centuries to strengthen the stone and learn to control it, but Azeruk had it for only a month. If it was a weaker stone, then Azeruk wouldn't have to worry about such things. it didn't help that it was literally a part of him now, just like his human heart. Azeruk simply sighed and began to repair the wall, reversing time and the damage he had done with it. Once he was finished, Azeruk officially began his day...
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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09/07/2013, 02:08 AM #14
Many civilians looked on in shock, to suddenly have a man in a giant clay suit walking through their village. But that suit could do little to protect Toran from his terrible luck. At some point, a boy who was playing with his friends bumped into Toran and the weight of the suit threw him off. The suit fell with a thud.
"Gah... Damn kids..."
He got up and faced the kids.
"You. Please watch where you're going. You could've broken the suit."
The kid that bumped into me stuck out his tongue and spoke back. "You were in the way. Plus, why do you have that in a place like this? Is it to hide your ugly face?"
The kids began laughing and took off. Toran grumbled as he walked on.
"Ptu. I only wanted to be here for some peace and quiet... Oh well."
He continued on, searching for a secluded part of town.
Last edited by wonderweiss; 09/07/2013, 06:06 PM. "Gah... Damn kids..."
He got up and faced the kids.
"You. Please watch where you're going. You could've broken the suit."
The kid that bumped into me stuck out his tongue and spoke back. "You were in the way. Plus, why do you have that in a place like this? Is it to hide your ugly face?"
The kids began laughing and took off. Toran grumbled as he walked on.
"Ptu. I only wanted to be here for some peace and quiet... Oh well."
He continued on, searching for a secluded part of town.
09/07/2013, 02:56 PM #15
Tempus - 6:45
"Their Lady bleeds fire while in the arms of the mistress, Time...This is not the battle that is supposed to be..."
The man put away the book and seemed to look down upon the undead ravaging the town. He heard the screams of the townspeople. He heard the fate of the people that were once his kin. He heard the scared whimpering of the little girl with the dark book. He heard the echoes of time ravaging through his mind like a wildfire.
"...enough."
The universe fell silent. His senses cleared again. Focused.
He scanned over the scene and noticed undead making a charge for the castle gates. The soldiers protecting it were sorely outmatched.
He paid it no heed.
Turning, he found a portion of the town where the people were fleeing to safety, but they were about to be outflanked.
"Everything...has an end." The words seemed to have an ethereal sound to them, as though they were not being spoken at that moment.
"Let the end be witnessed as the dawn of the beginning."
Everything stopped. A blue aura radiated around the man. Arrows were suspended, motionless in the air. Blades stopped short of their victims flesh. Bodies hung in mid fall. The world to the man has stopped.
He wasted no time. He jumped from the tower to the roof, from the roof to the ramparts. He quickly scaled the castle walls as though they were flat paths. Once he was on the ground he rushed to the people whom he noticed from his lookout above. An undead had brought it's sword back to cut down a young man who had the lance he wielded knocked clean out of his hands. The blue aura dispersed. Everything was set back into motion. The clash of blades permeated the air. The man strained to keep his sword up, keeping the undead's at bay. The man looked back at the younger.
"Go! Now!"
"It's the Guardian from the legends..."
"Aetheron..."
The silver masked man, the one known as Aetheron, twisted his blade so that the guard piece locked the undead's sword to his. With extraordinary speed, he disarmed the undead and struck it down with the pommel of his sword. He then vaulted over the crippled soldier and cut the next cleanly in half. Whipping around, he grabbed the torso of his slain victim and slung it at another undead to distract it while at the same time finishing off the one he struck before with an uppercut slice. From that he summersaulted over landing a kick to the undead that approached behind him. Then Aetheron let lose a spear of light energy and impaled an undead that was approaching the townspeople from the other side. Like a whirlwind of blade and light magic Aetheron cleared a path for the people to escape. As they fled, he continued to hold the undead at bay. Once they were gone, the blue aura surrounded him again and he vanished. The undead looked about, confused and befuddled. Why did he disappear in the heat of battle?
"Why, indeed." Aetheron grimaced as he stood on top of the tower again. He held a hand to the gash in his side. It slowly started to close as blue time energy surrounded the wound.
Last edited by Cucoo5; 09/07/2013, 03:20 PM. "Their Lady bleeds fire while in the arms of the mistress, Time...This is not the battle that is supposed to be..."
The man put away the book and seemed to look down upon the undead ravaging the town. He heard the screams of the townspeople. He heard the fate of the people that were once his kin. He heard the scared whimpering of the little girl with the dark book. He heard the echoes of time ravaging through his mind like a wildfire.
"...enough."
The universe fell silent. His senses cleared again. Focused.
He scanned over the scene and noticed undead making a charge for the castle gates. The soldiers protecting it were sorely outmatched.
He paid it no heed.
Turning, he found a portion of the town where the people were fleeing to safety, but they were about to be outflanked.
"Everything...has an end." The words seemed to have an ethereal sound to them, as though they were not being spoken at that moment.
"Let the end be witnessed as the dawn of the beginning."
Everything stopped. A blue aura radiated around the man. Arrows were suspended, motionless in the air. Blades stopped short of their victims flesh. Bodies hung in mid fall. The world to the man has stopped.
He wasted no time. He jumped from the tower to the roof, from the roof to the ramparts. He quickly scaled the castle walls as though they were flat paths. Once he was on the ground he rushed to the people whom he noticed from his lookout above. An undead had brought it's sword back to cut down a young man who had the lance he wielded knocked clean out of his hands. The blue aura dispersed. Everything was set back into motion. The clash of blades permeated the air. The man strained to keep his sword up, keeping the undead's at bay. The man looked back at the younger.
"Go! Now!"
"It's the Guardian from the legends..."
"Aetheron..."
The silver masked man, the one known as Aetheron, twisted his blade so that the guard piece locked the undead's sword to his. With extraordinary speed, he disarmed the undead and struck it down with the pommel of his sword. He then vaulted over the crippled soldier and cut the next cleanly in half. Whipping around, he grabbed the torso of his slain victim and slung it at another undead to distract it while at the same time finishing off the one he struck before with an uppercut slice. From that he summersaulted over landing a kick to the undead that approached behind him. Then Aetheron let lose a spear of light energy and impaled an undead that was approaching the townspeople from the other side. Like a whirlwind of blade and light magic Aetheron cleared a path for the people to escape. As they fled, he continued to hold the undead at bay. Once they were gone, the blue aura surrounded him again and he vanished. The undead looked about, confused and befuddled. Why did he disappear in the heat of battle?
"Why, indeed." Aetheron grimaced as he stood on top of the tower again. He held a hand to the gash in his side. It slowly started to close as blue time energy surrounded the wound.
09/07/2013, 06:03 PM #16
(Wonder. Make your posts longer and Make it clear who is speaking.
"You. Please watch where you're going. You could've broken the suit."
"You were in the way. Plus, why do you have that in a place like this? Is it to hide your ugly face?"
I nearly confused that for you talking the whole time.)
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(6:50 am) Land of Sinders and Ashes:
The small village where the pyromantic shrine once hailed had beed somewhat in ruins. Many houses had burn down or bean torn apart by the fighting, crops had been trampled and around the village were people, bruised, battered and brokenhearted at the sad state of the world. On the upside the zombie infestation had been pushed back and the threat slain by the fire maiden. All around the village the zombie got many strange looks but for the most part no one paid him any mind, apart from the children who ran into him. At the steps of the shrine of fire a young woman had knelled and seemed to be preying.
"You. Please watch where you're going. You could've broken the suit."
"You were in the way. Plus, why do you have that in a place like this? Is it to hide your ugly face?"
I nearly confused that for you talking the whole time.)
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(6:50 am) Land of Sinders and Ashes:
The small village where the pyromantic shrine once hailed had beed somewhat in ruins. Many houses had burn down or bean torn apart by the fighting, crops had been trampled and around the village were people, bruised, battered and brokenhearted at the sad state of the world. On the upside the zombie infestation had been pushed back and the threat slain by the fire maiden. All around the village the zombie got many strange looks but for the most part no one paid him any mind, apart from the children who ran into him. At the steps of the shrine of fire a young woman had knelled and seemed to be preying.
09/07/2013, 06:18 PM #17
Tempus
The hooded woman kept blocking the gap as the undead were coming, swords clashing close to her as the undead were trying to corner her. Changing her shield for an ice dagger, she could make quick stabs on the targets close to her while evading with her heightened reflexes the oncoming blows of the soldiers
("Come on.. hold it until some back up appears, I hope") she thought while slashing an undead´s torso with her steel sword. The hooded woman suddenly saw a sword slashing horizontally to behead her, she barely ducked from the attack as it managed to cut her hood revealing her face.
She had a fox-like face with black and white fur, her eyes were purple and had a shoulder length hair.
["That was a bit too close for my pleasure, now I´ll have to fix what you guys rip" she said impaling her sword to the undead who almost beheaded her and pulling it out quickly to evade another slash
Forming her ice dagger at one hand and her steel sword in the other, the black vixen kept fighting the undead
The hooded woman kept blocking the gap as the undead were coming, swords clashing close to her as the undead were trying to corner her. Changing her shield for an ice dagger, she could make quick stabs on the targets close to her while evading with her heightened reflexes the oncoming blows of the soldiers
("Come on.. hold it until some back up appears, I hope") she thought while slashing an undead´s torso with her steel sword. The hooded woman suddenly saw a sword slashing horizontally to behead her, she barely ducked from the attack as it managed to cut her hood revealing her face.
She had a fox-like face with black and white fur, her eyes were purple and had a shoulder length hair.
["That was a bit too close for my pleasure, now I´ll have to fix what you guys rip" she said impaling her sword to the undead who almost beheaded her and pulling it out quickly to evade another slash
Forming her ice dagger at one hand and her steel sword in the other, the black vixen kept fighting the undead
Have you ever crossed the line between sanity and madness? You would be amazed by what lies beyond the fog..
Spoiler
09/07/2013, 09:28 PM #18
Tempus - 6:50
Aetheron looked over the castle gates, about to be overrun by undead. Suddenly the young man who he just saved came rushing into the fray with reinforcements.
A deep sigh of relief escaped his lungs. "Bravery, fool-hardy bravery!" He smiled lightly. "Fate is in your favor this day. Enjoy it..."
Then...Aetheron adopted a more grave expression. "For the next it shall not."
Last edited by Cucoo5; 09/07/2013, 09:35 PM. Aetheron looked over the castle gates, about to be overrun by undead. Suddenly the young man who he just saved came rushing into the fray with reinforcements.
A deep sigh of relief escaped his lungs. "Bravery, fool-hardy bravery!" He smiled lightly. "Fate is in your favor this day. Enjoy it..."
Then...Aetheron adopted a more grave expression. "For the next it shall not."
09/07/2013, 10:17 PM #19
After much travel and many odd glances, Toran finally reached an area near the rice paddies that was secluded from the civilians. He looked up into the sky and sighed in relief.
"Phew, what a tiresome trip, but I managed, thanks to my masters gift."
He took off the armor and set up a lawn chair end laid down. He began feeling... Dreary.
"Yea... What a rough... Day..."
He feel asleep.
His dream, however, was all too vivid. It wasn't a dream. It was memories.
He remembered everything. He say on his masters room. She was calling like a mad-woman.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!! So far my little Toran had been such a success!!! What if I made more? Then I would be elite, or even a queen! "
Toran sat there, admiring her beauty. "Yes, a queen. A well thought idea, master. You might even overthrow the leader."
The master kept cackling to herself. "That you are right, Toran dearest!" But then she noticed something off in Toran. "... Hey... What's with the creepy gaze, huh?"
Toran blushed. "W-whatever do you speak of, master?"
She was getting annoyed. "You're not planning on taking the title of king for yourself, are you?! Or maybe... Oh, no.. Don't tell me..."
Toran stood up and walked to his master. "What is it? What's wrong?"
She snapped at him. "Stay back! Now answer me... Did you... Become attracted to me?"
Toran blushed his face red. "Well...uh..."
She quickly backed away. "Oh, no. No, no no no no. Dammit... Well, as helpful as you were for the time being, you are but... A failure. Time to exterminate you. I guess I made you too smart for both our sakes. Be lucky. You were useful in your time, and you will serve a good base test for my next, more perfect pet."
Something snapped in Toran."But... Master..." He began slowly losing himself. "Master... I can't... Just..."
The master became worried. "you... Stay back! You're nothing but a doll, an abomination against pets! You cannot do anything to me, I'm your master!"
Toran slowly stepped towards his master, slowly losing his mental stability.
"I... I............. I WON'T ALLOW THIS FATE!!!!!!"
Everything from then on is a blur.
Last edited by wonderweiss; 09/08/2013, 03:49 PM. "Phew, what a tiresome trip, but I managed, thanks to my masters gift."
He took off the armor and set up a lawn chair end laid down. He began feeling... Dreary.
"Yea... What a rough... Day..."
He feel asleep.
His dream, however, was all too vivid. It wasn't a dream. It was memories.
He remembered everything. He say on his masters room. She was calling like a mad-woman.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!! So far my little Toran had been such a success!!! What if I made more? Then I would be elite, or even a queen! "
Toran sat there, admiring her beauty. "Yes, a queen. A well thought idea, master. You might even overthrow the leader."
The master kept cackling to herself. "That you are right, Toran dearest!" But then she noticed something off in Toran. "... Hey... What's with the creepy gaze, huh?"
Toran blushed. "W-whatever do you speak of, master?"
She was getting annoyed. "You're not planning on taking the title of king for yourself, are you?! Or maybe... Oh, no.. Don't tell me..."
Toran stood up and walked to his master. "What is it? What's wrong?"
She snapped at him. "Stay back! Now answer me... Did you... Become attracted to me?"
Toran blushed his face red. "Well...uh..."
She quickly backed away. "Oh, no. No, no no no no. Dammit... Well, as helpful as you were for the time being, you are but... A failure. Time to exterminate you. I guess I made you too smart for both our sakes. Be lucky. You were useful in your time, and you will serve a good base test for my next, more perfect pet."
Something snapped in Toran."But... Master..." He began slowly losing himself. "Master... I can't... Just..."
The master became worried. "you... Stay back! You're nothing but a doll, an abomination against pets! You cannot do anything to me, I'm your master!"
Toran slowly stepped towards his master, slowly losing his mental stability.
"I... I............. I WON'T ALLOW THIS FATE!!!!!!"
Everything from then on is a blur.
09/07/2013, 10:46 PM #20
Chronomancer's Tower - Gensei Woods 6:50 AM
Azeruk looked at the now pristine stone walls, carpets, and tapestries and admired his repair job. They looked good as new, as if nothing had ever happened. With that, Azeruk nodded and began his day.
Azeruk walked over to his nightstand and pulled out a piece of rolled parchment from it. As Azeruk unrolled the parchment, a single word began to slowly form on the parchment.
Train
Azeruk sighed at the single word on the parchment. "Train" was one of the only things the parchment ever said for him to do, other than "Daily Activities". Azeruk knew that this parchment was important, Chronux said it was. He said that it was incredibly important that he listened and followed what it said. Chronux said that it would lead Azeruk down a path where he would play an important role in an large scale event, but Azeruk didn't know what exactly that moment was. All he knew was that if Chronux told him, that it would ruin the whole plan and cause him to stray from his course. Azeruk rolled the parchment back up and placed it back into the nightstand. Once the parchment was in its rightful place, Azeruk walked over to his closet and donned his armor. It was a heavy suit of gold colored armor weighing in at one-hundred pounds. Every morning, Azeruk was required to don the heavy suit of armor, along with a bag full of heavy metal plates, and run around the lake next to the tower. It was a harsh, grueling training session, but it had great benefits. Chronix said that it would help him become more accustomed to the physical and mental strains of Chronomancy, allowing him to tap not only into his magic reserves, but his willpower, allowing him greater endurance and more potent magical abilities.
Once Azeruk finished adjusting the heavy armor, he then strapped a bag to his back with one-hundred pounds worth of metal ingots and plates. Azeruk grunted slightly as he shifted his body to accommodate the burden and walked out of his room.
Azeruk looked at the now pristine stone walls, carpets, and tapestries and admired his repair job. They looked good as new, as if nothing had ever happened. With that, Azeruk nodded and began his day.
Azeruk walked over to his nightstand and pulled out a piece of rolled parchment from it. As Azeruk unrolled the parchment, a single word began to slowly form on the parchment.
Train
Azeruk sighed at the single word on the parchment. "Train" was one of the only things the parchment ever said for him to do, other than "Daily Activities". Azeruk knew that this parchment was important, Chronux said it was. He said that it was incredibly important that he listened and followed what it said. Chronux said that it would lead Azeruk down a path where he would play an important role in an large scale event, but Azeruk didn't know what exactly that moment was. All he knew was that if Chronux told him, that it would ruin the whole plan and cause him to stray from his course. Azeruk rolled the parchment back up and placed it back into the nightstand. Once the parchment was in its rightful place, Azeruk walked over to his closet and donned his armor. It was a heavy suit of gold colored armor weighing in at one-hundred pounds. Every morning, Azeruk was required to don the heavy suit of armor, along with a bag full of heavy metal plates, and run around the lake next to the tower. It was a harsh, grueling training session, but it had great benefits. Chronix said that it would help him become more accustomed to the physical and mental strains of Chronomancy, allowing him to tap not only into his magic reserves, but his willpower, allowing him greater endurance and more potent magical abilities.
Once Azeruk finished adjusting the heavy armor, he then strapped a bag to his back with one-hundred pounds worth of metal ingots and plates. Azeruk grunted slightly as he shifted his body to accommodate the burden and walked out of his room.
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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