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Post by Kerrain on May 14, 2008 15:45:53 GMT -5
The night sky was clear, the moon shivering in the winter-time graces of the land. Stars sparkled above, like motionless snowflakes, life breathed into them by the gods.
Silence.
The dead silence you hear and know something is wrong. The dreadful silence that signals the end of one thing and the beginning of another.
A flash of light.
Red lit up the black void above, the stars disappearing, the moon hiding away in its cloak of night. The ocean below ripples in agony as its balance is thrown off, quakes below in the ground disrupting the surface, disturbing its perfection.
Fire.
Ribbons of yellow, orange and red reach to their reflections on the ocean's face. A harbor town sits blazing, a brigade of five ships docked at its entry. Flags raced in the wind, the emblem of a black dragon on each. Men poured out from the galleons, each armed with a shining silver cutlass. Torches added to the growing and ever-hungry flames, the torrent of heat drowning out the voices of those stuck inside the buildings. Raiding parties scoured every inchof the city, plundering and pilfering treasures, heirlooms, and that random ounce of gold.
The concrete base of the harbor town was steadily growing hot, but that paid no bother to the man standing as the leader. A brigadier of pirates, this man held his ground with no weapon, save a golden hilt at his side. Fires licked his thighs and bare chest, his varied scars blazing with their own intense heat. The corsair did not move an inch as he watched his subordinates kill being after being.
This was the life of a pirate.
"Donivan, Ajon! Bring your parties to the western portion. There is razing left to be done!" The man called out, his voice a gruff and rigid tone.
His eyes were closed this entire event, until the yells and screams of a resistance force caught his ears. The residents of the town were retalitating as best as they could. The man simply remained where he was, looking to the group. A deadly smile formed on his lips, the gaunt of his face forming into a sweet facade of evil.
"Guil'tee the Hurricane! You are the one responsible for this!?" "Guil'tee the Hurricane... who is he?" "Have you not heard in the tavern? He is a pirate, and the worse of many others!" "He will pay for attacking our town, he will="
Guil'tee the Hurricane brushed the hair from his face, his black and bottomless eyes looking to the peasants. "Why don't you seven just shut it and run while you can?"
At the sound of his voice, three fled from the scene. He knew it would happen. When in a group, humans tended to deindividuize and become the group. Fear usually broke the trance. But for the four remaining, he'd have to deal with them.
"GET HIM!"
All four of the peasants rushed him, but that was only for a second.
Guil'tee the Hurricane dropped to the ground and spun, slamming the back of his ankle into the knee cap of one of the peasants, snapping the leg in two. Upon the hit, the corsair placed his hand on the groun and went into a rushing handstand, kicking another peasant in the face and sending him reeling backwards. Another of the group tried to poke the pirate with his pitchfork, but Guil'tee easily hopped on the one hand he had on the ground and grab the pitchforl's end, disarming the peasant. He popped up into the air again and back flipped, making sure to turn the pitchfork around and send it straight into the poor peasant's abdoemn, skewering him.
Guil'tee looked to the last one as the peasant dropped his hatchet and fled form the scene. The corsair walked over to the hatchet and hefted it, but dropped it to the ground.
"There is no need for useless bloodshed. Let the coward run."
"Yes, you might as well."
He looked down to the golden hilt on his belt and rubbed the metal, flicking it.
"Ack! What was that for!?"
"I didn't ask for your opinion."
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Post by Cyndon on May 14, 2008 15:57:35 GMT -5
Cyndon was walking down a long dirt path towards a harbor village. He was nearly exhausted from walking such a large distance, it was a surprise he hadn't stopped for a rest yet. He was heading to this town to find a rare ingredient for a potion he had heard of, and he had heard that this town would have the said ingredient. The hooting of a nearby owl snapped him out of a sort of trance that he was in while walking, and the fluttering of wings coupled with the red glow in the air made him realize that there was something bad happening nearby. The next clue came as three people running past him with different weapons and farm tools in their hands, screaming about "Guil'tee the Hurricane". Who was this person? he hadn't heard of them before, of course he hadn't heard of a lot of people...
"Hrm... This sounds serious. i wonder if i'll be able to help the people out here..." Cyndon ran down the path until he bustled out of the path and into the burning town.
"... That has got to be the biggest fire i have ever seen... i hope this works..." Cyndon concentrated as much as he could until finally a large patch of water from the nearby port lifted up and flew to the closest building on fire. it easily doused the flames, but he wondered if he had been caught going at it...
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Post by Sea on May 14, 2008 18:24:13 GMT -5
Gwen was pressed against a wall, her pale blue eyes stared into nothingness. Her golden locks were cut short; she had wanted to prove to her mother she could never be a lady. When the tea-time torture had continued, Gwen had decided enough was enough, and had set out to stalk the streets. She wore a white peasant shirt and bodice, along with a ragged deep blue skirt. With the skirt, she wore an over-large belt, and from it hung a sword. She had walked these streets for a while now, and she had proven many times over she was capable in the use of it. Her sword, however, hung not by her belt but was held in her hand. She inched along the wall, bare feet feeling her way about. Screams reached her ears, and she gritted her teeth. The scent of smoke was heavy, and she could feel heat, but it had diminished greatly. The acrid odor of wet ash was all around her, making her face screw up in a scowl of distaste. She listened closely, and heard a calm voice, the first she'd heard in a bit, now. She edged closer, until she could feel the open air. She was at the mouth of the alley. She had found him. At last. She stepped out of her alley way. "Guil'tee the Hurricane, I believe?" she asked nonchalantly. Her eyes stared off at nothing, but something in them had a spark of fury and spirit of battle. Indeed, she was blind.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 15, 2008 15:32:12 GMT -5
"And what was that about useless bloodshed?"
"The girl has no idea what she's getting herself into."
Guil'tee the Hurricane glanced boredly off to the girl, his eyes, although at a glance, piercing through her flesh and seeing what could be her potential. He snorted, and turned, strolling past her. He didn't even give her the benefit of the doubt, he simply walked past her and toward the source of where the water had come. Amid the flames, white smoke was not welcome. Two pirate squads came down from two side streets and rjoined with their captain, while he simply continued walking... until he stopped.
"What did you find?" "Nutting yet, sirrah." Another pirate piped up, "What er ye doin' wit tha' dame ova' dere?" "Nothing. You know me, Liip. I don't kill for useless reasons." "O'ight, Cap'n. Want us ta' check ou' wher' the wata came froom?" "Yes, go right ahead. I'll supervise. Remember, you watch the new recruits as well. I don't like mutiny." The two groups yelled in unison, "Yesh, Cap'n!," as they both ran in the direction of source of the extinguishing.
Guil'tee the Hurricane stood there only for a second, but was gone the next. Ribbons of flame swimmed toward him through the air as he sailed, landing on a blazing rooftop. His feet were blurs as he rapidly sprinted, flames waving back and forth as he went by. His eyes caught the new recruit groups, slaying a family. He would keep their number in mind. He would teach them the art of mercy soon. The corsair jumped into the air again and fluidly reached into his pants pocket, bringing out a selection of colored throwing knives. With a flick of his wrist he darted the throwing knife at the group, it embedding itself into the shining cutlass of one of the unsuspecting tyro pirates. Blue. They passed the first raiding test.
Guil'tee landed onto another roof in his descent, about-facing and rushing along the easements once more. He decided to check on how Liip's leadership was faring.
"O'ight, yeh rascal! Stop with theh wata, else weh kill yah!" Liip yelled the the strange looking man in white. The pirates circled around the stranger, cornering every inch of escape. Except of course, through the air. But, the remaining fire blocked off most of the rooftops.
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Post by Cyndon on May 15, 2008 16:30:29 GMT -5
((geez, for a second i thought she caught me instead, but now i see your friends have ^^;))
Cyndon looked around at the pirates surrounding him. He was vastly outnumbered... This didn't bode well. The only way to get away from them would be to jump, but all the roofs nearby were aflame... Unless...
"Okay, now what's the harm in dousing some of the fire? Most of the other houses are going to disappear anyway, why not let this little bit stay around?" Cyndon was desperately racing through options. He could possibly use the conversation to try and douse one of the roofs so he could jump up and make his escape... nah, they'd be on to him there. Fighting was DEFINITELY out of the question... there were way to many for that... The heat was getting to his head, and he was beginning to panic.
'There's no way i'm surviving this...' Cyndon sighed aloud as he thought about it. He could try the Maelstrom... but so soon? It would leave him too vulnerable to anyone else that decided to bother him later in the town...
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 15, 2008 17:30:13 GMT -5
"Don't move..."
A dark figure went through the sky above, fire traveling after his movements. The tongues of flame broke as the backdraft wind of his movements went past, until he landed gracefully on a flaming easement. His ankles were the only part of his body supporting him at the moment, and the short flames of the building stalked away from his presence. Liip looked up to see his captain, and froze in place. As did the rest of the pirates. They didn't even shudder away from the flames as they licked their shoulders and calves. One could instantly assume, these corsairs were extremely obedient.
"Liip. Ace your men. Don't surround him, entrap him, take every escape route. Makes it so doesn't even have the room to use magic."
The pirates broke their circle immediately as they moved about the man in white, a couple climbing up onto the extinguished building and stamping out fires for posts on others. Although the little escapade only put out one house, a meager loss for the entire town, Guil'tee the Hurricane was focused on seeing the recruits through the trial... and of course, making sure Liip doesn't make a fool of himself. The old bastard usually does.
Guil'tee the Hurricane crouched upon the flaming easement, getting himself comfortable. He wanted to observe the attack and pick out flaws. He would not have a brigade full of undisciplined bigots.
"Now, converge."
"YESH, CAP'N!" The ground teams acknowledged.
Three two pirate teams brandished their cutlasses in the air and charged on to attack the man in white.
"Ready the slings." "Yessah!"
The pirates on the rooftops simultaneously went to their belts, pulling out a leather strap and a bag of flash bombs, a form of ammunition concocted with a bit of black powder and sleeping powder. Though, the sleeping powder was not in a high enough ratio to knock out a human, but enough to dull the senses a bit.
"You sure you should be doing this? The man is bursting with power."
"Do I question your statements, Degel?"
"You have a point... be careful, Kerrain. You might just need me."
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Post by Cyndon on May 15, 2008 18:24:05 GMT -5
Cyndon looked up at the man on the rooftops. 'Great, now the leader is here as well?!' Cyndon yelled in his head. Well, this wasn't the first time doing the right thing had come back to bite him. He noticed that the man on the rooftops had significantly more power than the rest of the people around him, as even the fire refused to touch him. He noticed that the man was actually giving him a chance to fight back... But the people up on the posts disturbed him, he seemed to remember that not all pirates fought dirtily, but these guys didn't seem too honorable.
"Converge!" Was all that Cyndon caught of what the man said as he snapped out of his reverie. That was all the warning he needed. Instantly his hand shot to the crystal sword at his belt. He handily dodged two of the pirates and rushed in to attack the ones that he had just dodged. There was a clang of sword on crystal as he and a pirate had gotten into a deadlock, but he easily ticked the sword out of the man's hand. The other pirate came in to attack and with a lightning fast movement Cyndon slashed across the man's stomach, which made the man fall over in pain.
At this point the slings had let loose with their attacks. Cyndon blocked them easily with his sword... but when he did so the powder shot outwards hitting him square on in the face. His vision began to blur and his arms got heavier.
"Damn... Poison? No... Sleep Powder... if it was poison i'd be doubled over by now..." Cyndon's eyes drooped as he lifted his sword back into an 'En Guarde' position. The other pirates came swinging inwards at Cyndon, and he barely blocked two of them. The other two got through, slicing his arms leaving large gashes. Cyndon screamed in pain as the swords bit into his skin, his white outfit slowly being dyed red with his blood.
"Dammit, this is not good. Time to go for some elements." Cyndon concentrated on the water nearby and soon he heard water rushing toward himself. He then concentrated on ice and soon there were two large chunks of ice flying toward him. The pirates fighting him were too busy trying to kill him to notice the large glacial spikes heading straight for them. As soon as they were close enough Cyndon leaped up into the air, the large spikes slamming into two of the pirates mortally wounding them.
"W-wha' is this guy?!" One of the pirates screamed aloud. The man on the roof seemed to be amused at what was happening around him as he continued to watch. The other pirate was awestruck as he backed away from Cyndon. Another sling attack and Cyndon was reeling. Things were still really bad, and another pirate was coming in to attack!
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Post by Sea on May 15, 2008 18:39:11 GMT -5
Gwen seethed with anger, but she followed shouts to reach the fray. Her sword drawn, she closed her eyes. Pale blue energy surrounded her, faintly at first, then growing in strength, her hair raising up from it, as though she was swimming. The light began to concentrate closer to her, the lazily changing colors growing stronger and faster. She opened her eyes again, and light flooded from them, strongest of all. She could see figures of energy, and she recognized Guil'tee. She ran forward, her legs blurs from the speed. She ran in great loping strides, sword at the ready, the energy concentrating around the sword. She hurtled towards him like a comet, eyes blazing with pale blue light. Around her neck, a pendant was glowing as well, but it was less likely to be noticed. She wanted nothing more than to skewer Guil'tee on her sword. She would prove herself. She was an energy elementalist, and proud of it.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 15, 2008 18:45:46 GMT -5
"Stop."
The remaining pirates froze in their positions, heeding their Captain's orders.
"One... two... three... three dead." Kerrain counted with his fingers, then motioned the remainder of the pirates to carry the dead corsairs off and give them a burial. Everyone in the town was dead by this time. There was no need to casue further death. Lucifer has had his share of souls this night.
Kerrain stood up and dropped to the ground, looking to Cyndon. The corsair reached into his pocket and brought out a little black bag, not even big enough to carry a couple throwing stars. He reached in with two fingers and brought out a pinch of white dust, and with a flick of his wrist, it was sent into a cloud right around the man in white's face.
"That should counteract the sleep powder. You'll experience a short instance of blindness, but that passes in only a couple seconds. When you're ready, I want you to ready your sword once more. I won't leave this night without SOME excitement..."
Absently, he reached to his belt and unfastened a couple metal objects, then slapped them onto his wrists. They were bracers, usually used for armor, Kerrain used them for shields instead. His took another pair and strapped them onto his shins, the golden metal glinting off them like the shine of the sun. The fire made it even more brilliant. He felt the pulse of Degel deSaga, the hilt, in his mind. With a tentative hand, he reached to the hilt and squeezed the grip, easing the blade's mind.
"Remember. Do not hesitate."
"I won't."
Guil'tee the Hurricane bent backwards as a series of cracks and pops resounded through the air. He stretched his legs and arms, then cracked his neck both ways. Kerrain gave a little hop and brought his fists up into a brawling position, then leaned back and brought his hands down. He'd use a different style. One that would tell him how experienced this opponent was.
The corsair shifted his left foot backwards and stood with his side to the man in white, his fists in open palm style. His eyes closed for a minute, his mind becoming blank, as they shot open. His muscles tensed instantly, flexing in all areas of his body. White Lotus Palm style, defensive stance.
Well, getting ready was over with already. Kerrain gave a heavy sigh and stepped aside, making the girl he had ditched earlier's attack miss completely. Two against one. He liked that better.
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Post by Cyndon on May 15, 2008 19:07:20 GMT -5
"Hmm... well... eyesight is coming back i think..." Cyndon blinked a few times as his vision began to return. There was a woman standing a little way away from the man from the roof, her sword drawn and it looked like she had attacked him, only to miss... A potential ally?
"Hey! Madame, care to team up? We'd have a better chance of surviving that way!" Cyndon yelled over at her, and she seemed to respond like she didn't see him. As a matter of fact it looked as if she was entirely blind...
Cyndon took this time to think of a sort of strategy based off of if he was going to have an ally or not. Maybe now was the correct time to use Maelstrom, after all... It was still sitting as a last resort in his mind. He was desperately hoping for the woman to join forces with him... That stance that Guil'tee took made him nervous... A strange stance it seemed, but knowing the man he was fighting was no pushover, he had to take a lot of care. His arms had stopped bleeding as heavily, it seemed the cuts were only superficial... Were they just toying with him?
Cyndon's view was soon back to normal, and he raised his sword back to his normal 'En Guarde' Stance, noting that he was ready as soon as the mysterious girl was as well.
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Post by Sea on May 16, 2008 18:00:24 GMT -5
Gwen turned to Cyndon, the pale blue energy flooding from her eyes briefly strengthened from her fury. Then it died down a bit, and she frowned. "As you wish, sir," she called back. "And the plan is?" The energy was building again, causing all of Gwen's body to be bathed in the pale blue light, blocking out almost all other hues. Her hair and clothes still floated about, slightly upward, her skirt billowing out in a most majestic fashion. Her focused her eyes ahead, and the sword began to glimmer with sky-colored light.
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Post by Cyndon on May 16, 2008 19:24:14 GMT -5
Cyndon smiled openly, finally something was going well for him! He gave it a slight amount of thought before he said:
"We definitely have a plus fighting on the same side. I'm sure we can find ways to combine our strengths to take him down!"
Cyndon's crystal sword began to change shades from blue to red while he still sat in the En Guarde position, waiting for the battle at hand to begin. He was hoping in the back of his mind that they were going to be able to take Guil'tee on, but realized that this guy had to be notorious for a reason...
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Post by Kerrain on May 16, 2008 20:10:30 GMT -5
Maybe you should...
"I get it."
Kerrain reached down to his belt again and grabbed the handle of the sword hilt, ripping it free of its cloth tie-up. The hilt pulsed with power in slow, staccato rhythms at first, but as Kerrain moved it toward his heart, the pules became rapid crescendos.
The corsair closed his eyes and pressed the hilt against his chest, bringing his other hand to trace the circle in the middle of the golden artifact. The pulsing stopped. His eyes opened slowly... so did the hilt's. The circle split in two like eyelids as a black slit came into view, surrounded by red veins of an eyeball. The gaze of a black dragon met Kerrain's two opponents, the pirate chanting a series of words under his breath, and finally, reaching the end. He thrust the hilt into the air, pointing it between the two persons. The air around his body seemed to come to a stand-still, time voiding the location for only a mere second.
"Degel deSaga... ESPADA!"
Darkness gathered in a torrential whirlpool around the hilt as a blade grew from the empty holder. A jagged sword blade made of black miasma and death energy, shaming the night sky with its color. The blade was unstable, and waving about the place like a wildfire. Kerrain brought his free hand and placed it along where the back of the blade should have been.
"Entracie!"
The wildfire ceased its feral sway as the blade stabilized and formed fully. If one noticed, the pirate's eyes were no longer human. They were the eyes of a dragon now, and an amused one at that. Guil'tee the Hurricane stepped backwards a tad and stood up straight, Degel deSaga pointed directly ahead of him, the blade yearning for a taste of its prey. His eyes emanated a black glow, which followed with a response of the blade. The sword's edge shot from the hilt and went hurtling straight toward its prey. The bolt of Death energy split in two midway, a shot for each of its foes.
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Post by Sea on May 16, 2008 20:22:07 GMT -5
Gwen frowned. A great energy was coming.. she could feel it. Brilliantly blue energy encased her immeaditely, and the dark energy crashed upon it like waves upon th shore. The blue energy then formed around it, packing it into a tight sphere. Gwen sent the sphere back at Guil'tee, complete with comet tail. It twisted through the air, the dark energy confusing its path. Gwen frowned, and sent another burst of energy at it. It hit the sphere, and it exploded in blue and black. Gwen already had energy pulsating around she and Cyndon, protecting them from most of the harm. She still felt shaken, however.
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Post by Cyndon on May 18, 2008 9:06:05 GMT -5
Cyndon looked over at Gwen with a surprised look on his face. He felt guilty about not being able to help her deflect the attacks. He put away the crystal sword and in turn grabbed the long staff on his back.
What's going on, Cyndon? I've been feeling massive spikes in energy, and you aren't talking to me about it... a feminine voice started up in Cyndon's mind. It was his earth spirit, Camellia, and she sounded worried about him. He quickly concentrated on a reply.
There is an infamous pirate out here that has been giving me and my partner trouble here... willing to help out?[/b] Camellia soon agreed wholeheartedly, and the staff began to glow green. As soon as the attack had finished, Cyndon launched into an attack of his own. He ran the distance between him and Guil'tee and swung as hard as he could for the pirate's side.
"Take this, Guil'tee! HAAAAA!"
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