The Clashing of the Races!

[knightstemplar]

((LOL! I had writers block b4 I wrote that post. :-D))

 

[knightstemplar]

((I forgot I have to post the duel...))

 

[knightstemplar]

Magic Duel

Vala and the Wraith Goblin stood across the clearing from each other. Several Vren guards were standing behind Vala, protecting him from any cheating shamans who might have snuck in behind and gotten in a pot shot. The Wraith was personally attended by several goblins, each with staffs for the shaman. Vala and the Wraith began with the typical staring contest.

The Wraith blinked first.

Vala crouched and cupped his hands together in a charging position. All other areas of the field grew intensely darker in the light of his power. The Wraith sheilded his eyes with his shadow staff, yet the staff itself was bleached white by the holy light. The Wraith conjured up a stone golem just in time as Vala launched his light attack by shoving the glowing ball of energy across the clearing. In a spectacular display of lights, the ball erupted and the stone golem was left as just a pile of smoking pebbles.

In response, the Wraith launched several quick and successive volleys of shadow orbs from his palm. Pushing each one on its path gently and swiftly. Vala stood still and they pounded the ground around him, raising only smoke. Once it cleared the strong dragon angelf still stood, no dirt on him or anything.

Vala leapt into the air, using his dragon wings to hover in place. While he hovered he fired piercing blasts of energy, his hand curled into the likeness of a double-barrled gun. The energy leapt from his fingertips and cascaded down the air towards the Wraith, who cast short-lived shields to protect himself as best as possible. Then Vala let loose a pure beam of energy by putting his "guns" together and firing. The Wraith was forced to leap aside to dodge the powerful blast.

While the Wraith was down, he used his proximity to the earth to utter a spell and summon shadow beings to protect him. Vala quickly eliminated them with several shafts of light. Vala then summoned a dragon of pure fire and a phoenix beside it. The two circled each other as they jetted towards the Wraith, who could only lie there and watch the onslaught come at him.

The Wraith evaporated in a pyre. Vala was victorious. Mulitple goblins rushed Vala but the majority turned tail and ran away in dazzed fear.

Vala continued the onslaught instead of waiting for the Vren guards to overtake the goblins. He unleashed several waves of fire that enveloped the enemy wave. Then he hunted down several goblins with his wrist blades.

 

[Maxster211]

((Kay. Writer's block is gone. But we need to move on now. Here we go...))

Picallo looked out on the field as he finished off the last of his goblins. He watched as hundreds of goblin soldiers ran. All the Shamen were dead. He wiped his sword with a white cloth, then sheathed it, and watched as Vala finished off his last few goblins as well. A few younger Vren defenders ran off after the goblins. "Get back here! No! Come back here!" Picallo shouted. They turned, then came back to him, going back inside the tower through the hole. "Vala! Fall back! There is treachery here!" He gave one last glance at the beautiful landscape, now a grave yard for two cross-species. Then he turned and ran in himself.
He was not two feet inside when abruptly Master Samson, of Picallo's own clan, was dropped at his feet. He'd been beaten, it seemed, and flauged with a whip without removing his tunic. He had black hair, and a scar right above his left brow. He coughed, and blood splattered out of his mouth at Picallo's feet.
"We found him like this, sir. Wasn't our doing. Something that trators and occultists do to themselves though." said a Captain.
Picallo was confused at what the officer meant. "Explain yourself." he said to the officer.
"We found him behind the lines, not fighting, but uttering strong spells of locking doors and opening gates. Both of which seemed to happen."
"Is this true?" he asked Samson. He made an effort to speak, but couldn't with his condition. Picallo looked around. "By the law of the Clans, do we have 15 witnesses at least?"
"A good twenty at first, sir." Replied the officer. "But he took down five when we tried to stop him. Huge blast of light, and then we saw five go down in white fire."
Picallo looked up at the sky for a second, then drew his sword, came around to the side of the ex-master, and gave one final glance at him. Then lifted his sword above his head, and brought it down on the master's neck. The head rolled a few feet, but the body collapsed. Picallo closed his eyes, fighting back tears, but then moved over to the hole, pearing through.
The Goblins were setting up camp at the edge of the forest they had appeared from, but their number had increased: there were now two-hundred in force. A few, maybe thirty, of the goblins came to take away their dead. An archer, who was now on patrol duty, notched an arrow just above him. "No! Let them take their dead." Picallo said.
He walked out of the tower, pulling out goblins who had died inside the fortress, and moving them out for the goblins to take them back. Picallo wasn't sure why he did this, but he did. Then, just as he lifted one corpse, something warm came up behind him. He turned around, body infront of him. It was a tall goblin, about his size, which was huge for his kind. He took a great huff, then just stared at Picallo. Picallo nodded at him, then gave him the body. The goblin nodded in reply, then turned and walked off.
Picallo turned, then walked inside the tower. Masons were back to work, but he couldn't do anything right now. He needed to think. He walked towards the now opened den to find Gabriel. Gabriel herself had come out when the door became unlocked, ironically AFTER the Master died, but went back in to the pools, trying to calm herself from after what had happened. He found her, then sat on the side, watching her swim while he thought on what was to happen next.

((I've got some more interesting stuff to write, but I need to get out how I'm going to do that...))

 

[knightstemplar]

((G2G for today... will post hopefully tomorrow.))

 

[knightstemplar]

Vala was finished fighting. He stood in the midst of goblin bodies and watched the goblins take their dead. They left the Vren guards be and only took their own. If one of theirs was mortally wounded they killed him the rest of the way and then carried him out.

In a flash of light and loud rush of wind, Callo and Loki split. Callo stood beneath Loki, who was upright and tall. Loki folded his large wings and lowered himself. His energy was spent. Taking his time, he slithered down to the pools and went for a swim. Callo just stood saying prayers for the dead.

When Picallo passed and went down to Gabriel and the pools, Callo bowed slightly. I'll join them soon, he thought.

An hour or so later, he was down the stairs and at the pools. Loki was floating on his back, pushing himself around with his wings. Callo chuckled a little. The pools were tinted red around him, goblin blood was cleaning off. The river would cleanse the pools eventually, thank goodness. Callo took off his equipment, his armor wouldn't need to be cleaned, it wasn't dirty. He was only sweaty, no blood. Loki's scales were what got the blood bath. Callo unsheathed his blade and waded into the pool. In sweeping motions, he performed a post-battle dance, his blade catching the sunlight. It reflected in strange light patterns upon the water's surface. Loki stood under the water and watched Callo's dance from a distance.

Soon, a strange sounding song could be heard in the pool's caverns. It was a mysterious melody, a strange tune, and an ancient power emenated within its sounds. The source of the sound was Loki, yet there seemed to be no way in which he produced the sound. Except that he breathed at the pauses and was swaying slowly.

Callo was humming along with it, his own elven voice sang a mellifluous song, in an ancient tongue....

((I wish I could let you hear my mind's song right now. It's beautiful. Like something out of Final Fantasy, only mixed with Lord of the Rings/Enya style singing, and some deep Star Wars power behind it.))

 

[Maxster211]

Earlier...

A female Wyren Rider sat in Vren tower, looking into her Crystal Ball, scrying the land. Her eyes were darkened, black almost, and she seemed to be wary. But the rest of her was beautiful, with indigo hair and a slim but apealing frame. She wore a red tunic, and long staff with a cresent blade attatched to it, a ruby at the edge's base.
Master Samson burst through the door, to find who he meant to see sitting at her round table. The room was laiden with trunks and chests and tapestries and rugs. The treasarry. But that's not what he wanted. "Traitor!" he halloured, running from the doorway. The room seemed to expand as he charged, however.
"Samson. Fool. How I envisioned so much for you." She lifted her hand, and the master lifted in the air, taking repeated blows from unseen whips and blades. Blood trickled from his hand as it was carved into. "The board is set." she said, throwing him from an arrowloop, which he somehow squeased, or vaperated, through. He fell to the ground, only his words of healing and life sustaining him.
Twenty guards came over towards him. She uttered dark words, and they mistook them from coming from Samson's mouth. A burst of light came from the Master, five falling in white flames.
She watched as Picallo, the young devote Captain decapitate the Master. She let go of the doors and the den. "And my pieces are in place."

((Do what you need to do. We need to move on pritty quick))

 

[knightstemplar]

((There's not much I need to do. Think more of Callo's dance as like in Final Fantasy when Yuna releases the spirits. Callo is summoning the dead and releasing them. He'll finish once you interrupt and say there's somewhere to go.))

 

[Maxster211]

((I haven't actually ever played Final Fantasy... I saw my friend play it once though... yeah... sorry...))

Picallo had taken off his armor before Callo and Loki had arrived. He was down to his breafs, and was swimming in the water like a fish. He'd always swam in the pools and lakes when he had had the time. Gabriel was swimming as well. When Picallo had come up once, Gabriel fallowed, the force of her rising splashing him like rain falling sideways. He splashed her snout back, and she flicked her large tallon, making a slightly larger splash. This went on for a while, till Picallo accidentally got water up her nostrols. She lifted her great wings above the water, pulling them back to splash. "Back, little one! You're over powered!" she said teasingly.
"Give it!" he yelled, splashing her again. She smirked, showing fangs, and let it rip. The water pushed Picallo to the edge of the water, laughing. He looked up, however. There was Callo, dancing with his great blade. Then he noticed a sweet sounding melody in the air. Or was it sweet? He couldn't tell. He only knew there was something magical about it. He watched as the blade caught the ripples of light on the water, and listened on, hearing Loki's deep voice humming as well. A sudden urge came over him, and he couldn't controll it. Finally, he bluttered out. "What is this song?"

 

[knightstemplar]

Callo stopped humming, "It is the Lina ten Tel'Gurtha, Song for the Dead." He continued and soon enough small lights appeared. The lights swirled around Callo and Loki blew them about in the wind. Callo said some words, blessings, in the elvish tongue and then the lights floated into the sky and faded away.

"When the dead die, their spirits are either relesed or they wander and eventually become monsters. If released, they can become great beasts of justice and power. They can be called to aid you in times of need. The lights are called Embers. They are life energy."

 

[Maxster211]

Dazed, Picallo just stared at where the lights had been. Regaining conciousness, he folded himself into his new cloak that had been layed out for him by the water and hurridly dressed, now a bit disparingly. "Nice." he said. Those lights didn't seem to be so dazling anymore. "We had better see to the battalions and the battle lines. Some of our men are still shaken from the assult before, and we've just been able to get out our... heavier weapons."

 

[knightstemplar]

((wanna pick this up in a few weeks = summer?))

 

[Maxster211]

((Sure, yeah. We'll have more time then too.))

 

[knightstemplar]

((I'm back... I know it's been a year or so but eh...))

 

[Maxster211]

((Hay, dude. I've been gone a couple months myself, so... understood. Still want to pick this back up?))

 

[Maxster211]

((Anyone is welcome to join...))