Fears of The Shadows

[Man of Many Murders]

Mist covered the boardwalk on a very odd night. On this night it appeared that everything seemed more frightening then normal to almost anyone who might be there at the moment. Every time the fifteen year old teen, Cowl took a step forward through the Ghost Shipyard chills slithered up his spine. He was dressed in a black cloak that seemed to cover almost all of his body except for his head. Normally Cowl would have concealed his face by pulling the hood over but on this night he wanted to stand away from the shadows even if he was often mistaked for one.

He walked along the boardwalk as if in search for someone or something. He carried a brown wooden staff that was six feet tall, almost as tall as himself. The staff appeared to be more of a walking stick then a staff due to the way it was craved. But one would not mistake the staff due to the fact that their where many carvings that seemed to have a red firey glow to them. Cowl carried the staff in his right hand and under his left arm he held a very old worn book. As Cowl walked along the path he seemed to constintly take a look over his shoulder as if he was afraid of something.

Cowl appeared over his shoulder once again as something scared the living daylights out of him and he broke into a run along the path. Behind him he was being chased what he thought were men in black cloaks similar to his, but they seemed to have an odd evil aura to them. Along with that their faces were hidious and at once Cowl new what they were. Zombies. But from who? Cowl surly didn't summon them, even though he was a necromancer. Cowl knew he couldn't stand up to the ten that were following him. He was practiclly soar from use of power. So he did what one could only do. He ran...

[Señor Sunday Friday]

An deep orange skinned elf was leaned against the wall of a building, his hair a deep red like glowing embers. A cigarette smoldered as he heald it in his mouth, "Need help, kid?" to be honest he didn't look older than seventeen years of age but then again, his elven ears showed that he could very well be older than he appeared. His calm blue eyes looked towards the student with laughter.

He was dressed in a leather jacket, a cloth hood pulled up over the top of his head, creamy white fur edged around the hood. His hands stuffed in boredly his pockets. Orodreth's converses comfortably snug on his feet as he leaned against the wall. At his side was a bow and a quivver of arrows, the bow leaned against the building and the quivver lazily placed upon the ground.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl continued to run as the zombies chased him. As he ran a step further away they gained two steps in advanced. This just wasnot good for him. But as he ran he noticed an odd elf standing to the side of him. As he offered his help Cowl was glad to take it. He just wanted to get rid of these zombies with what ever chance he had. After all he sensed something much more darker approching.

Cowl gave a nod to his head as he stopped to catch his breath. If this elf looked as strong as he was he would have no trouble dealing with these minnor zombies. After all they were nothing compared to what Skull made Cowl summon when he was under his wing. What ended up his old teachers downfall was that he made Cowl try to summon up a fallen god. Of course only a high experienced necromancer could ever do this and in the trial Cowl almost all of his strength as he magic tried to backfire and kill him.

Cowl looked up as he noticed the zombies charging the man before him. As he continued to gaze he noticed someone else following him. Something that he was feering. The real reason he was running. Coming along down the lane stood a man dressed in all black. He was over seven feet tall and wore a black suit and white tie. He had absolutly no hair upon his head and appeared to be in his thirties. Cowl recognized him as a fallen one. The powers he obtained were phenonmoanal. He hoped that this man knew what he was doing.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Orodreth smirked, tossing his cigarette to the ground and he put it out with his foot as he reached into his jacket and withdrew a dagger. "You see... -whoever you are-, this person you seem to be chasing so happens to be my student from this moment on... so you really will have to just lay off." He stated dryly. His blue eyes scanned the stranger he guessed he'd have to fight, considering the fact he was just about to start getting rid of the damned zombies.

He took the dagger firmly in hand and sliced at one of them, cutting at the throat to decapitate the undead and swiftly moved to kick it away and give himself more time to focus on another. He whirled around, flipping his dagger for reverse blade fighting, sticking it into the zombie's gut and dragging it up through it, his hands moved up and grabbed each side of the cut and pulled them apart. He wasn't necessarily trying to destroy the zombies, just moreso render them useless. "The undead aren't really appreciated..." he muttered to nobody in particular as he fought.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl was amazed at the mans ability as he began to render the zombies usless. If only he could be like that strong and good at fighting. As he watched and listened to the man talk to the fallen one he was suprised that he said he was a part of the school. He had heard of if of curse but he still had his doubts that it even exsisted. This lifted Cowls spirts as he decided to help the man who said something that made him very happy.

Cowl rose the staff of Kemlar off the ground pointing to a group of three zombies as the enchantments that were embeded upon the staff glowed a bright red as hell fire came from within blasting the zombies. Hell Fire was diffrent from normal fire. It had more of a greenish color and anything it touched it nomraly burnt it to a crisp while leaving sulfer behind in its place. Hell Fire was something that Cowl had obtained at birth, but he didn't know that.

Cowl watched as the three turned into dust with pain. He let a smile escape his lips as he thought that they might actually win. But then the worst happend. The fallen joined the fight. The Fallen one rose his hands into the air as lightning bolts came from his hands as they struck the ground in front of Cowl and struck not them but the earth. The earth split open as creatures like that he had never seen arose. They looked like shadows and were completly black. They had an odd evil aura coming from the, that stated from whenst they came. Cowl looked at the man who had helped him as the fifteen creatures charged them. They sort of looked like the shapes of tigers in a way but were over eight feet tall.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A new stranger appeared, his hair the color of blood and his eyes a sharp brown. He was dressed in humble brown robes and he frowned, "So then..." he muttered, looking at the summons.

"Makashi! I don't need your help!" Orodreth frowned as he continued slicing and tearing apart zombies and he began calculating just how he was to fight them. He knew absolutely nothing about the summons... which made this interesting.

"You past record begs to differ." Makashi noted as a katana materialized in his grip and he looked towards the fallen, "And aren't you a disgrace?" he asked, the weapon he heald glinted in his hand. He charged at the fallen with a smirk on his face, the tips of his red hair began to molt into the lightest shade of pastel green.

Orodreth rolled his eyes as he quickly grabbed for his bow and arrows, he took aim at one of the tiger creatures, aiming for the head and the arrow glowed deep purple before it was released and sent towards the target. "Makashi, I don't need your help." he said irritably.

"Sure you don't."

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl watched as a new stranger appeared. This one seemed to know the first stranger, which made it all more interesting. Cowls thoughts on the new man were that he was much stronger then the first and also looked to be more experienced as he summoned a weapon into his hand. As he watched the two argue he let out more fire at the tiger like creatures as it engulfed them setting them to flames, which turned out to be a bad thing as all the hell fire did was turn their bodies on fire, but not hurt them. Cowl ran at one of the flaming creatures that he had helped strengthen swinging the staff of Kemlar slamming it at his opponent with all of his strength.

The Fallen merely laughed as more of the same creatures came out of the rift he had created. Of course Cowl new what he was but they didn’t and if he didn’t inform them then their attacks and threats would be meaningless. Cowl turned to the elf and shouted, “The Fallen don’t actually exist in this time. They merely send waves of there power at someone and take human shape.” He said pointing to the seven foot tall man. “You can’t physically hurt them and they can’t hurt you…” He said meaning that all they really are acting like a summon. “It would stand to reason then if we can stop the creatures from coming through the rift for it to close then he would disappear as well.” Of course Cowl would have done this if he was strong enough to do it.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Makashi chuckled as he slipped the katana into it's sheath and he rather gracefully turned around. The blue that seeped into his hair darted to the roots, the movement moved to his face that seemed to elongate and stretch to a maw, canine in semblance and spined ridges above his eyes furrowed, his brown eyes sharp and bright with magic. His body pulled itself longer, a tail forming and it whipped about him as silvery scales ripped through his skin. Makashi was now a dragon of Asian descent.

Makashi shimmered an opalescent green as he looked towards the tiger creatures. He kinda wished to end this as soon as possible since the fight suddenly lost all possibility of becoming enjoyable. His jaws opened as he neared one of the tiger creatures and he snarled as he bit down on it, eyes narrowed as his tail whipped about dangerously.

Orodreth frowned, he didn't need Makashi's help- besides, Makashi wasn't even a teacher. Orodreth's tranquil blue eyes looked rather loathesome as he fired off arrows at the tiger creatures and the occasional zombie. He shot at one of the shadow tigers that ran at Cowl and he continued on his way through the battle, reloading his arrow constantly.

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Makashi, a picture of him in his dragon form, I drew it- pffffsssst!

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl watched the magnificent of the transformation. The magic that might take would have been of tremendous strength. He had never seen such a transformation in all his life. He was awed by it. Cowl continued to shoot hell fire at creatures alike. With his back turned one of the creatures charged at him, while going unseen to Cowl. Cowl had just enough time to watch an arrow fly right past him and catch the creature off guard. One by one he watched the creatures fall, under Makashi and Orodreth. But they still continued to arrive through the ground. If he only had enough power to stop the rift that was created and close it up, that way they would seize to arrive and the fallen would stop his attack.

Cowl remembered what his former master had told him about the fallen. That day seemed so far away at the time. He had talked about the fallen as if they were some sort of idols. It all made Cowl wonder exactly who really was his master, Orion Skull? He knew absolutely nothing about him. He vaguely even remembered his appearance. As he continued to fight the numbers of the creatures grew from twenty remaining to fifty and so forth. Soon they were all surrounded by an army of them. A flash of light came from the spot where the earth was open as the whole earth shook. Something much stronger and much bigger was trying to come out of the rift.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Makashi continued fighting though his eyes remained on the portal now, his long body twisted as his scales shimmered a light green and he brought himself to the ground next to it. Light travelled in the dragon's footsteps and he looked at the portal. He spoke in a growling voice, deep and low as he repeated some kind of spell or mantra to hopefully close the portal. Orbs of water rose around him and they shimmered with a small reddish aura as they broke apart into the portal. They were made to cancel out magic, therefor hopefully stopping the portal.

Orodreth shot one arrow after another with a somewhat bored expression on his face now, if not still a bit annoyed. He shot any that came too close to him as well as a few others, the arrows injecting magic on impact to quickly kill the targets. "You doin' okay?" He called over to Cowl, his voice rather calm and serious.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl looked over to Ordorneth as the dragon made an attempt to stop the portal. He was trying his best swinging his staff here and there against eneimes but did obsorb some damage from enimes he did not see as they struck him when he looked away. Twirling his staff Cowl swang it sideways catching one of the tiger creatures on the side causing a limp in its right leg. Swinging it around again he let the edge of the staff aim right at the creatures face as hell fire struck it this time doing damage at such a close range. The enemy turned to dust as Cowl was suprised upon his power. He would have never dreamed of being able to do that before. Maybe being with these strangers lifted his spirts somehow.

Cowl watched as blue orbs targeted the portal in atempts to close it. Slowly he noticed it begin to close slowly. The rumble of the earth continued as the opponeing of the rift became smaller and smaller in the earth. When it was merely two inchs apart the pounding stopped as a blue orb left the rift as it closed completly. This was what Cowl was hoping would not happen. The orb setteled on the ground as a bright flash came from within blinding not only Cowl's eyes but causeing his ears to ring. As the brightness subsided standing where the orb once stood was a very large very muscualr man. He was over ten feet tall with arms and hands the seize of boulders. His chest was pure muscle as he wore no shirt. In his hand was a giant blade over ten feet long and four feet wide. The blade must of weighed tons but the man held it up with one hand over his shoulder. He had spike black hair with a roman belt and leggings. The thing let out a roar as he swung the enormous blade as with one sweep of the blade sent half of the hundreds of creatures before him flying. Cowl took in a deep breath as it fixed its eyes on him.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Makashi smirked, "Well then..." The battle was going to get more interesting, then. It could only be guessed who this stranger was, and you could figure that Makashi guessed it was the fallen who's been causing all this mischief. Makashi slipped into his human form, his katana at his waist and his expression serenely calm. "Welcome to this battle, my name is Ryu-Jii, former god of the seas and king of dragons." He introduced himself with a quick bow as was the custom in his homelands. Though it didn't show- his muscles were all ready to move into the quick of battle at any moment and blue already lightly graced the tips of his hair. He was hoping this would go well and they'd have a more civilized battle.

Orodreth continued firing arrows at the tiger creatures, protecting himself and focusing on protecting Cowl at the same time as he stood stationary and continued to use his arrows, one after another as if there was some neverending wealth of them in his quivver. Which wasn't far from the truth, thanks to magic, of course. "So Makashi... does this make it an ego thing, then?" Orodreth muttered under his breath, though not loud enough for anyone to hear. It was a wonder, though, that Makashi had introduced himself as Ryu-Jii instead of Makashi.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl swung the staff around his back striking at one of the tiger like creatures side, and swinging it to the left catching another one of guard. Cowl was continually shooting hell fire at the creatures doing random amounts of damage. Cowl swung the staff once more while switching his position so that his back was no longer facing his enemy as he struck it on top of its skull and shattering it as well. Cowl was beginning to enjoy himself a bit striking at the creatures.

Cowl watched the fallen turn its attention from himself to Makashi. As Makashi introduced him self and what seemed to be trying to distract it, the fallen had swept more of the tiger creatures out of its way. It charged at the dragon Makashi taking the enormous blade off of its shoulders and slamming it towards the ground where Makashi stood.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(Makashi changed to his human form)

Makashi smirked as the weapon came down towards him and with one simple movement the attack was avoided. He took a light step to his right, "Now that I see this can't be done in a civilised manner..." He stated with a sigh. He took the slim katana from his waist and held it rather defensively in his grip. "Would you like to make another move?" He asked. His voice was calm, and his actions thought out, he wasn't one to make mistakes in battle unless boundaries were pushed- thenhe fought on pure rage. He was the oceans- he was calm unless pushed to that degree and he'd be violent and his true, terrible powers would set in and he was nigh undefeatable.

Orodreth fired arrow, after arrow at his opponents silently as he walked towards his student, shooting to clear a path for himself to walk as well as guarding Cowl and shooting anything that came too close to him. He seemed to be whistling to himself to believe it or not, some droll tone that lilted into the air. It wasn't too terribly fast, but it wasn't slow either. It sounded like a nightmare, shadows in your vision and icy cold breath on the back of your neck.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl was happy as he watched the elf fire arrow after arrow and get closer to himself as he guarded him. Cowl did his best to fend off the beasts as he continued to shoot hellfire while striking with his staff. And belive it or not he still held the book of Kemlar in his left hand this entire time. He had to admit it would be much easier fighting if he could just throw the book away but something inside him would not allow him to do so. But as he shot another burst of hell fire at a group of the creatures he noticed the elfs skill. He looked to Cowl as if he were board. Was it turly that this elf had so much powert that these creatures where easily being killed by him. The only thing that Cowl didn't understand was if this man had so much power then why did he not simply use it to get rid of these creatures? As Cowl thought about it he did not see the strike that caused him to fall to his knees. Standing out of his chest was a long saber that Cowl noticed had barly missed his heart. As the saber was taken out of his body and Cowl was forced to the ground he noticed who had held it. This man who had caused this had not been there a second before. He was dressed in a black dress pants and a black trench coat. He held the saber in his two hands as with his other hand he wipped the blade with a blue cloath. His hair was long and white and he to had elf ears. As he cleaned his blade he noticed Ordreth. He spoke his voice similar to that of Cowls former master. "I really would love to fight you but you see we all have to be going. And I just came here to get some revenge for my brother. Oh and don't worry. That wound can't be healed by magic." And with a snap of his fingers everyone dissapeared including the fallen and all of the tiger creatures.