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Post by Esiphas on Oct 8, 2012 12:52:56 GMT
And then, It was over.
The remaining Miduni lay sprawled across the ground. Alive, but injured. His legs had been torn open by the magical last, and blood was leaking from his eyes.
Torak found himself alive and unharmed, barring a few cuts and scrapes from the fall, but Svetlana's necklace was gone, shattered, and Her prescence was missing again. Seta was Dead, his soul gone.
Across the ground, 7 Kodokhar lay, armour and limbs smashed or stripped away. Two were not moving- Aggiarin and one no one had seen before. The others were getting to their feet, slowly, but surely.
Svetlana felt breath return to her lungs as she awoke in hostpital, just after her sisters body had been removed. Her body was back to normal, barring one thing- she could feel another prescence within her mind. It was awaking too. "Greetings, young girl." It said, in a Deep, Masculine voice.
The Shadow was dying. parts of its body were ripped off, its magic gone, and Tyrin's soul was in no better condition. The two would die soon, if they couldn't find a host. Nearby were several suits of empty armour, unfinished, but with a little work, salvagable.
Nix lay upon the ground sihivering. His mechanical parts had been stripped down to the bone, and Erin was desperately trying to comfort him. Avarical was trying to help, but he wasn't suceeding much.
Sammael was also fine. asides from his missing limbs, he was in perfect health. The presence around him had gone though. Suddenly, he saw a giant stone claw smash into teh ground beside him. Looking up, he saw the creator, old eyes dead, crubling to peices. A Kodokhar, thin and lithe, ran to the creators side. "Father! Father!!"
ooc- You guys are all jammy buggers. Only one PC died.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 8, 2012 14:12:50 GMT
Svetlana's eyes flew open as she panicked , "Torak I love you." She sat up monitors bleeping as her body kicked back into action. She looked down to see that as the doctor had promised her body was showing pregnancy. The bump was small still on her slender body, but she could see it none the less. Then she heard the voice....she felt a cold fear run up her spine as she answered, "Hello...who are you...what do you want?"
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 8, 2012 16:33:31 GMT
Torak looked up, his head had been buried in the snow. The storm of magic had ended, all feeling of warmth left him , replaced by a chill wind which numbed his face. He was alive, he hasn't expected that, he looked around briefly. He was feeling strange as f a large part of him had just been torn off and the wound had been left to bleed. He saw the Miduni move and immediately reached for his rifle, pumping a shot and aiming for the head.
It was then something called to him, something bitter and distasteful. It only said ,"let him die..." It was not what Svetlena would have wanted, but he wanted the creature to feel its own life fade as he just had. He slung his rifle, regarding the dying ancient with little interest. It was dark now, light had faded during the fight an now the moon was so clear, so full. A beam of its light shone down on his face, illuminating the clearing in which they'd been standing in.
Now he knew, the feeling was so recognisable, perhaps more intense than the last. His partner, his friend was gone, his soul now soared free, yet Torak had lived... A tear rolled down his face as he stumble towards his fallen companion. He dropped to his knees by Seta side. There was no life in the animals eyes. He buried his fe in the animals fur, his silent tears now flowing harder. He was really gone, the one who had stood by his side since birth, who had never abandoned him, who had survived with him. He was Toraks wolf brother and he was gone, no magic, no medicine could bring him back.
He lifted his face from the corpse, others were looking, instead he hoisted the wolf over his shoulders, so that it came to rest on his neck. The snow then began to fall, all visibility dieing in minutes. Torak walked out of the clearing back into the forest, normally he would have stopped to help others, but he was no. Longer himself, now he felt emptier than ever.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 8, 2012 17:13:12 GMT
(You had the perfect chance to at least kill the shadow or Tyrin or both mate!)
Tyrin walked side by side with the shadow, he was missing three fingers from his left hand and as time went on more dissolved away. His right leg was beginning to vanish at the knee and his left arm looked like ground beef. The shadow was only a torso right arm and head at this point, an amorphous blob of darkness as the crossed the landscape in search of some form of vessel. Tyrin collapsed the toll on his soul was to much. He had no magic, only his knowledge of the magic, which meant even if he lived he had nothing. He was no longer fit to be the King of Shadows. His brother would take over, the shadow needed him though. Maybe the shadow knew of a way to return his magic.
He stood once more, the shadow dragging him to his feet and demanding he march on. Until the reached a suit of bio-armor. "Sir...I think this can handle us but when I get in, were going to have to repair several features...(please do not swear) I don't wanna be one of those blasted energy freaks! I need a true body...we need to find my brother Mikale...." Tyrin said diving into the armor.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 8, 2012 17:27:06 GMT
Receiving no immediate reply from the voice Svetlana slowly pulled herself to her feet. After more than a week of inactivity her legs were not used to bearing weight and she found it hard to stumble about removing the various monitors and things from her body. It was then that Morik strolled in. "You're awake I see lassie."His eyes narrowed as he motioned to be silent until he reached her. He sat pulling her next to him and leaning forward to whisper to her, "Your ball and chain to be has guards crawlin all over my estate to keep you here...and your useless (please do not swear) head of a brudder meant to have ya killed." He smiled at her taking a swig from a wine bottle before continuing. "And I know for a fact that your husbandtobe is having you held here..apparently someone found out you're knocked up and told him...." he smiled at this.
Svetlana took it all in and then sighed walking with the help of Morik. The moment the guards saw her they bowed and one moved forward, "Lady...you will be taken to the clan's estate immediately...Word has been received that your fiance is dead..." Svetlana nodded numbly feeling worry for Torak as the guards took her in.
Several hours later she found herself in a room fit for a queen. Two women that clearly worked for the shadow clan were dressing her and making her over carrying on about how sad it was Tyrin wouldn't meet his child. It took all the restraint Svetlana had not to snap at them. When they finished a honor guard appeared to escort her to meet the new head of the family...Svetlana couldn't help but wonder what it mattered...it wasn't as if the light clan couldn't care for it's own heirs.
Svetlana found herself standing before an imposing but empty throne waiting for the nobles of the house to appear. Without thinking she rubbed her back. It had been sore all day from moving around with the added weight of child. She sighed outwardly at her sore feet as well wishing they'd brought her a chair to wait on.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 8, 2012 17:35:38 GMT
"Shadow Clan...this is your King...stop what you're doing. I need an immediate evac for Myself and the Wolf Boy." Tyrin said once he had the comm link in the suit up and running. "Shadow Drop...now..." Tyrin said waiting for the clansmen. The reaction was almost immediate, three clansmen appeared around himslef, three around Torak. They grabbed his arms and took them to Morik's estate.
Mikale entered the room with Svet and bowed. He was a spitting image of his father down to the kindness in his eye, all a front for what the true power of the shadows held. "Hello Svetlana...I am Mikale, Tyrins twin...his better half."
Just as he entered Tyrin and Torak had too. The guards all bowed and departed immediately. "Hey there Mikale..."Tyrin's voice said from the bio-armor. "I need a favor."
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Post by Yuno on Oct 8, 2012 17:44:18 GMT
Svetlana smiled at him uncertain why she immediately liked him. Perhaps it was because she had so desperately disliked Tyrin. They looked quite alike but his eyes weren't frightening. She found herself curtsying to him despite her sore feet. "I'm Svetlana...but most people call me Svet. And not to discount your own charming qualities..but it would not have taken much to be a better half..." she giggled lightly at this and turned in time to see the bio suit of Tyrin and an astonished Torak.
With that her face lit up her wings glowing and her face casting light like never before. "Torak." she rushed forward wrapping her slender frame around his and hugging him. She pressed her lips to the side of his face and then turned realizing that it might be best to continue the charade of her existence. She glanced at the form of Tyrin. "What happened....Will you be alright?"
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 8, 2012 17:59:09 GMT
"I'm fine...I already know of you and him so don't try to fool me any longer, nor do I care. You heard my blood oath, I will not harm him." Tyrin said sitting down in the same spot, the shadow had receded and gone into slumber to regenerate what power it had lost. "I have no physical body, nor do I have my magic anymore...Mikale I'm passing the crown to you...I only have about 3 hours before my soul will deplete fully...that or I find a host body to gain back strength in. "
Mikale looked please, he had his throne now. He felt something was amiss with his brother though, he said he had no magic but the energy that Tyrin resonated showed he was more powerful than anyone in the room. Mikale was born an opposite from his brother, he was stronger mentally, a strategist that his brother often took credit for, he lived in his brother's shadow for years but in reality He was the brains of the two, Tyrin was simply the brawn. Sheer aggression.
"I will not allow you to take one of our other warriors brother. Fate decreed you were dead, how you survived is beyond me." Mikale picked his brother up and walked with him out of the room, leaving Svetlana and Torak alone.
He and Tyrin sat in the main dining room talking, Tyrin explained the whole ordeal including the shadow and going so far to wake him. When finally they were done only an empty shell remained in the room, Mikale was the only to leave, and Tyrin had wasted away.
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Post by Zrascak on Oct 8, 2012 18:54:44 GMT
Sammael looked at the old creator and said "Why? Why does this always happen? Why did you sacrifice yourself to save me? I have lived for far too long already, I carry the seeds of destruction and the blood of race after race covers my hands. Why did you save me at such a cost?" Rising to his feet Sammael looked around and saw the last Miduni lying on the ground. A resigned look in his eyes Sammael walked over to the Miduni, reaching down to wet his fingers in the creatures blood, only to remember that he had no fingers. Without even reacting outwardly Sammael walked over to the nearest suit of empty armour before he begun chanting. As he chanted a spell full of sorrow and regret the armour began to change, becoming liquid and changing colour. Finally the armour, now fully liquid, moved through the air to Sammael's body where it swirled around him, repairing the cracks in his armour and rebuilding his lost arms. As the arms neared completion Sammael was slowly covered by the liquid armour and for a few seconds nothing happened. Then the liquid slowly melt into Sammael's armoured body and now he stood there, in an entirely new body, thinner and stronger than the previous one. "This will suffice." Sammael said as he went back to the dying Miduni and wet his entirely new hands in the creature's blood. With his fingers dripping blood Sammael went over to the old creator and drew a couple of signs on the floor with the blood before he began speaking, in a language known only to a few. Slowly the speech became a song so full of sorrow that the last time others had heard it they had broken down and cried mid-battle. It was a song full of the sorrow of somebody who had seen everything he loved, everything he even cared about, die, time and time again.
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 8, 2012 21:59:48 GMT
Torak held her in his arms for a few seconds before pulling outwards, evidently they'd thought the wolf on his shoulders was asleep or unconscious. "Im sorry, but I need closure..." He looked back at her inquisitive expression sternly, she could tell he lost something massive, something irreplaceable. Then he turned to walk out of the palace, Wolf clan tradition was to be cremated, he would honour it.
Whether she followed or not didn't matter, not once did he look back from the path that he followed. The river was somewhere up ahead, Seta felt heavy on his shoulders, he tried not to think to much about it. When he finally reached the river, he stopped abruptly, staring into its deep cold waters. Here was where his friend would rest.
The fire was fairly easy to start, the morning was cold and frost bit the ground, yet the wood was dry. The fire crackled away, doing little to break the holiness and silence of the place. When it was finally large enough, Torak lay Seta on it and watched his form slowly burn down. As he watched, his thoughts were peaceful ,"Wolf brother, you were more than a partner, you were my companion, bonded by soul and blood, destined to hunt together.... That is now gone, you may rest in peace... in the peace you long deserved, but not the peace you could find in this war torn universe... Go out and hunt among the stars...May the light of the moon shine with you..." At those last words he got choked up, tears again rolled down his face. He sat on the river bank, staring upwards at the sky... Seta, dont look back.
The body was finally cremated into a small pile of ash, he took it up in his hands, it was still warm from the fire. They blew slowly away with the wind, into the river and upon the highest mountains. Seta, greatest of the wolves was dead, the wind was his death song.
After hours of just sitting and crying gently he decided it was time to go back. The wound was deep and it could never heal but Seta would never have wanted attention on his death bed. He slowly walked back to the palace.
OOC- What now guys, No one wants to kill Torak anymore, the shadow is essentially dead, the hunt is basically over, where does this go now.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 8, 2012 22:33:11 GMT
ooc- HA! That's what you think mate! Tyrin is most definitely dead, but the shadow?
Mikale stood on the steps of Morik's home, staring at the armor his brother had come back in. It had been laid on a slab awaiting to be laid to rest in the tomb of kings. As Torak approached the steps Mikale held an arm out to stop him. "He saved your life, he hated you with a passion, and in his last living hours of life he saved you...pay some respects..." Mikale's eyes dulled, he hated his own brother but he was family and he loved him all the same.
"Kill him..." A voice said in Mikale's mind.
"Ah so you're awake? No you do not control me...you'd be dead without me, and so you obey me!" Mikale thought back as he looked upon his brother.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 9, 2012 13:54:17 GMT
Svetlana had remained inside allowing Torak to mourn Seta. She was aware that it was a part of his life she had only briefly understood when she shared his soul. That was to say she understood how it felt, it was more or less a light bond on steroids. She watched Mikale come inside holding Tyrin. She had heard what he said to Torak and she turned her back to them as the entered. "Do not ask me to honor that man...." Mikale saw how the dark grey and black dress the clan stylists had put her in seemed to fit her perfectly. The garment seemed on her like shadows swirling. She folded her arms across her belly coldly, "I will not...and you can question my reasons, but you need to remember I know that man better than any of you." she turned striding for a door away from Mikale, "I expect you will honor your brother's promise to Torak and me." It was not stated as a question, but rather a command.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 9, 2012 16:23:07 GMT
"Well seeing as the hunt was not won and my brother died the deal was broken, BUT I am a man of honor and my brother would not have saved Torak for no reason. I have arranged a flight off the planet under Light Clan radars, you leave first thing in the morning. Svetlana your father has agreed to go with you, and a large house has already been built and stocked for you. There is plenty of room to raise a child out there, but I have one condition." There was a pause as Mikale rached into his cloak and pulled out some papers.
"Torak I'm going to swear you in as an official member of the clan, meaning should a fight break out we may call on you in the coming years after the child has reached an appropriate age in which he can go with out you." Mikale smiled as he stared at the pair, such an odd match. But what would he know, the only love he ever felt was stolen away from him by his own brother. Maybe that was the reason he felt compassion for the two of them.
"If you should need anything, all you have to do is call. You have several servants and even a very well learned medical staff prepared to help you have the baby." Mikale laid the papers down. "So let us get this over with."
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 9, 2012 16:38:33 GMT
Torak was clearly still in a foul mood, "shadow has loomed over me for years, why should it end.." he looked to Mikale and the to Svetlena ,"I accept," taking the papers from the vassadori and signing. "we will be out of your hair soon enough... the this mess can be over.." he still couldn't think of anything other than Seta, it would take years for that to stop.
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 9, 2012 21:36:31 GMT
Nix sat, Watching Sammael. The tenacious Fohrman was already back on his feet, so to speak- Metal Arms and legs slowly building themselves again. "So. Sammael. Shall we finish this hunt? Or shall we just end it now, pack.upand go.home?" His question was answered for himhowever, as a dark growl was heard from behind him. From the cave engrance, the Nemian entered, Spreading its enourmous wings with a Roar from its lionlike head. The goat head stared at the occupants, Then spoke in a deep , mocking voice. "Well well. What happened here?"
The voice in Svetlanas head chose that moment to speak up. "Apologys for the delay young lady, but I didnt want to interupt your heartwarming scene. I am Furion, One of the Seven. My soul was taken from my armour by the Singularity, but As you vanished, I was dragged here with.you. I can be removed easily.enough. However... There is something you should Know, Svetlana of the kight. A dark deed of wrath that I smelled the moment we awoke. It involves yoyr Brother... And Sister."
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