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#Post#: 110381--------------------------------------------------
Now, sho me what you have.
By: Adema Date: February 10, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Adema simply watched as the effects of what she done had, for
whats he understood, broken the man. He was once peaceful and
cocky, now he seemed to take on a whole new darker demeanor.
That could prove useful in the future and maybe him being her
father's dog would suit him well. As the attack was missed, the
mental lock upon his limbs was still in effect, so he couldn't
move now even if he tried. Unless, of course, he was able to
break her lock on him. Which wasn't an easy feat to accomplish.
She had heard it, seen it, felt it. Everything that this man had
went through. The betrayal. But, he was loyal, loyal enough to
destroy his childhood friend for his cause. That alone, was
enough for Adema to break the grounding spell she had on him and
allow him his motor functions once more. Adema eyed the man
curiously and took a few steps to get a better look at him
before shrugging. "I wouldn't say fighting. If that was the
case, he'd be dead by now. Just a little test to see if he was
good enough to labeled a Darkfire. I see he wasn't. But, maybe
there is something you could be of some use for." Adema smirked.
"Fifteen miles from here, there is a red phoenix feather. Don't
worry, it's not guarded. But, there is a very long and harsh
path to reaching the feather. Trees with thorns of flesh ripping
metals, fire pits, volcanoes, and revolving walls that spin
under your weight floating over pits of lava await your path.
Oh, and did I mention, you only have an hour and a half to bring
it back. So, I guess you figure out a way out of here and find
that feather. For if you don't make it back in time.. Well..
Let's just say you'd lose more than this little test,
stranger.."
(Don't make it easy on yourself like you have been doing. Push
your charry's limits and your own. Have fun with it.)
#Post#: 167087--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Demonreach Date: April 13, 2012, 9:26 pm
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The acrid scent of brimstone rose from the trail as a lone
figure walked the path, a dark spot on the horizon was he. But,
as the figure angled closer, his attire itself was dark in
coloring, though the dark hues could be identified as a forest
green color. So, the darkly dressed figure trekked ever closer
to where he would be tested and, hopefully, pass; but as the
figure edged closer, the figure became a man with a seemingly
perfect visage though there was a roughness to it that could be
blamed upon the many years of soldiering and wandering the
realms, of seeing comrades die and allies betray one another, of
the mindless slaughter in wars; this accumulated to the hardness
of the mans face and tense body. Despite the tension within his
body, he moved fluidly, gracefully; his footfalls silent save
for the occasional crunching of gravel beneath boots. A hand
rested upon the pommel of the sword at his hip, the sheath
blackened and ridged, and if one was paying enough attention
they could see the faint swirls of smoke escaping the holes
within the charred sheath of dragon hide and bone.
And so, Lycaelon Tavadon, the Exiled Prince and once Commander
of the Rebel Army; a half-elf and half-human; the Dragon's Wrath
and the Bone Collector, came to stop at the designated field,
the hard blue eyes, like caverns of ice, eyeing the field. And
so, he sighed, for the testing, he knew, wouldn't be one of
simple questions and answers, but one of skill and endurance. As
he prepared himself, his hand tightened on the grip of the
Unicorn Blade, thus causing the faint twirls of smoke to
increase as well as giving off a sort of... heat. Dirty blond
hair blew in the air, which carried the acrid smell of brimstone
about until it dissipated miles away from its source.
And so, the Slayer of Unicorns, arrived; a cold menace ready to
be unleashed, to be uncoiled, and to show the world once more
the Fires of Wrath.
#Post#: 167106--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Dems Darkfire Date: April 13, 2012, 10:05 pm
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Seporo, playful, silently crept from the confides of the home he
had helped his father build for the new family, each step he
took barefoot causing the settling boards to moan in protest to
his exiting presence. "Shut the fuck up floor!" He hurriedly
whispered before taking off out the front door. He was
technically late, and his sleeping father didn't need to know
that he had kept another potential clan member waiting because
he didn't know how to look up from his books at a clock. Maybe
he could buy off the man by letting him off easier than normal,
but he thought about what his father would bitch about more, and
decided he would just have to put undeserved trush into this
whoever it was. Although a good swift kick never hurt.
Seporo sprang down the hill, still barefoot, on his way to the
training area to test this fellow. He bounded through the temple
streets, taking an apple on his way while the supermarket man
called after him "SEPORO!" He just kept going, no one bothered
the boyish man, everyone actually was kind enough to get out of
his way, surprisingly, and he arrived at the testing area no
more than thirty minutes late, out of breath, and already
sweating lightly. "Well... You're here.... you are here...
early..." He laughed some.
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Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Demonreach Date: April 13, 2012, 10:30 pm
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Listening to the rapid footfalls of a man running, his left ear,
which had its tip cut off, twitched. Eyeing the man with a
quizzical glance, he shrugged with a light rolling of his broad
shoulders. "Oh, I am? Well, I can come back in a few hours, so
that you aren't the only one late, eh?" Though Lycaelon hadn't
joked in a long time, he found the words, and the act, pleasing.
So pleasing, a smile cracked the hard visage of the man;
softening the blue pools that stared across the field towards
the man that would be testing him.
Bowing his head lightly, he said, "I am Lycaelon Tavadon." And
just like that, the old man returned to the hard, unfeeling man
with a wall of fire that had seered his soul so long ago,
turning the raging fires into ice as days became weeks and
weeks, months and months, years. So, the halfbreed drew the
falchion, the blade of a Unicorns horn scratching against the
bones of a dragon as the sword slid out of the sheath, releasing
plumes of brimstone scented smoke and sent sparks flying into
the air that vanished as the air cooled them. But with this
unsheathing came something like a sigh, a small exhalation of
breath, from the falchion as it continued to seethe with smoke,
gouts of small fire mixing with these smokey tendrils that so
drifted from the blade. While the half-blood had some magical
talent, it was minor, or well, his control over it was minor.
Waiting for the tardy man to catch his breath for a few more
moments, though Lycaelon's instincts screamed at him to strike.
Bowing at the waist, just as faintly as when he bowed his head,
he spoke once again with a voice like iron, "Whether or not I
pass, it will be a pleasure to have crossed blades with you."
And so, Lycaelon started the fight. And, as he did so, the smoke
of the blade vanished and with it, the fire though the blade
took on a red glow, which shifted in various hues of reds,
yellows, and oranges much like a fire; and one, if they came
close to the blade, would feel the heat radiating off of it.
Checking to make sure he had a firm grip, he strode towards the
man until he was but scant yards away and then, rushed.
With this rushing, the half-elf held his falchion across his
chest, point angled downward to strike the man from hip to
shoulder. But this was a feint, as Lycaelon spun on the heel of
one foot, bringing his sword round to spin with him and would
aim the strike towards the mans midsection. Though it was with
the flat of the blade, as Lycaelon didn't want to mortally
injure the kid, the strength behind the swing would break a rib
or two, and possibly fracture others.
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Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Dems Darkfire Date: April 14, 2012, 4:03 am
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Seporo smiled at the jest, shaking his head as he took in a deep
breath and bent back on his heels, the sound of loud pops
cascading up his back as he sighed and nodded. "Hmm. Well you
could, but I just might have to fail you for being overly late!"
Something about the man, he seemed so childish despite his grown
features, his movements too flowing for an ordinary mans and his
body too large for a kids. But Seporo made due. This creature
before him was peculiar, and everything seemed to to fit, hell
even the name was correct.
"Nice to meet, you, I am Seporo Darkfire, Son of the clan head,
and potential heir to the throne." He laughed as he gave the man
a slight bow, taking a long breath as he readied himself.
Another thing one didn't notice about Seporo off hand was not
only his lack of shoes, but the fact that there was no blade to
be found on his body today. Usually he carried two swords with
him at all times, the chalices his father had built to house
Seporo's normal phoenix powers, but on this very ground they
where absent. Seporo was well versed in another form, a form his
father developed, but he had mastered beyond the simple
attacking techniques his father had created it for. Invisible
around his hand, a strange glow seemed to brighten the air ever
so slightly around his fists as he held them at the ready in
open palm format, the same happening for his feet.
The strange blade the man drew was interesting, the way the heat
rose off of it and seemed to scorch the land under it. What a
peculiar blade... Seporo couldn't help but stare a moment before
noticing that the man was walking towards him.
Then rushing, the sudden burst of speed alerted the young man to
the attack and he chuckled, grinning to himself as he watched
the swing, calculating the movement as he shook his head and
anticipated, standing like a brick wall, that the first attack
was not a real one. Seporo quickly capitalized on the extra
movement he saw.
Seporo stepped in towards the man, planting his foot next to the
man's pivot foot and chuckling as the sudden turn would most
likely catch the spin half assed, stopping it as their feet and
bodies met. But that wasn't all. As seporo stepped in, blocking
most of the turn, he leaned towards where the man's face would
come around, aiming his elbow for the Jaw of the fighter as he
rounded about. There was something different about Seporo, and
his boyish manner was one for question, It made the enemy think,
it made him expect, and Seporo was always the one for surprise.
#Post#: 167297--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Demonreach Date: April 14, 2012, 2:21 pm
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He blinked at the man's name but shook it off even as the man
was throwing his elbow towards his face. Steeling himself
against the pain of the blow, he brought his free hand up, which
was clenched into a fist; aiming the punch towards the mans left
shoulder, which would hit hard enough to leave major bruising,
if not dislocating the shoulder. Blinking away the tears that
threatened to escape from the elbow, he brought the pommel of
his falchion down against the leg of the man which had stopped
his pivoting, this action taking place a few seconds before the
punch.
Whether or not the punch connected, Lycaelon would push himself
away from the man, working his jaw against the bruising from the
strike. While he hadn't expected Seporo to be an easy target, it
still surprised him that the man could hit so hard. Leather
creaked as his grip tightened around the hilt of the sword; the
colors within raging more wildly, as if seeking escape. But,
Lycaelon wasn't entirely keen about using the sword while the
Darkfire Heir used his hands and feet, but even then, Lycaelon
knew he would be hard pressed to get inside the mans guard but,
he did have the advantage of reach, if only just. Sighing, he
took a stance and eyed the opponent.
The falchion's blade ignited and the Tavadon cursed as he shook
the blade, trying to put it out; but the fire stayed, flickering
and igniting the air around it. "You damned thing.. Why I keep
you I will never know..." He continued to curse and make rude
gestures at it with his free hand until it spit and sputtered
and finally went out. Shaking his head, he sighed.
With the sword under control, kind of, he swung it and released
some of the pent up pressure within, sending a wave of heat
towards the man, which would cause first degree burns at the
very least. Trails of fire followed in the heat waves wake but
didn't last long enough to do harm to Seporo. But, with the
releasing of pressure came gouts of fire from the falchion's
tip. "Son of a bitch!" He swung the blade this way and that,
scorching the ground around him. Eventually the fires stopped
and the blade thrummed.
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Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Dems Darkfire Date: April 15, 2012, 1:02 am
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Seporo laughed, his grin so childish and light compared to what
it should be in this situation. The fire in his pupils seemed to
ignite like a wild blaze ready to scorch whatever he looked
upon. The Idea was simple, the close range would prove difficult
to maneuver in, but Seporo always found a way around that idea.
He saw the pummel first, so in response he lifted his leg,
kneeing the fingers holding the blade and pushing the weapon so
it just missed his leg while at the same time, turning with that
attack, dipping his shoulder under the punch as he kicked off
his planted foot and side rolled away from the man and his close
quarters combat situation.
As he came up from his roll, Seporo rubbed his elbow, the strike
being a little stronger than what he wanted to put into such a
blow, but given the heat of the moment, metaphorically of
course, he had not exactly learned how to control the power
behind each strike, In fact, he was happy the man still had all
the muscle in his jaw to be talking to the blade like he was.
Seporo had mastered the gentle fist, a technique known for
damaging the inside material of the opponent instead of bruising
the outside. The fact that Seporo had avoided diverting his
chakra to his elbow is what might have saved the man from could
have been a permanent speech impediment.
When Seporo thought about it, It was probably a good idea that
it did turn that way, he couldn't handle having to listen to
this man bitch at his weapon while stumbling over his Ts like
one of those people who bit off a piece of their tongue or what
not. He might have to call the battle there because he could be
laughing too hard by that point to even focus on the fight at
hand. Training was such a fickle arrangement.
The perfection of the Gentle Fist also gave Seporo another fun
advantage to battle, he was pretty resistant to strikes where he
diverted his power. That's why he had chosen to leave his blades
at home. Seporo smirked, bracing his back foot against the
ground as he stared at the man, still fighting to control his
sword and when the wave of heat was sent out, Seporo was a
little taken back. He moved forward slightly, drawing his hand
over his head as he swung it down in an arc formation and threw
himself into a butterfly kick. From his feet, two Arcs of Energy
flew out, the first split the heat attack and the second whipped
through there, hurdling towards his opponent like a hidden blade
in the wind.
Seporo landed, crouched, chuckling at his slightly off balance
landing. He felt the heat wash by and saw the small fires sprout
up from the ground around him as he adjusted his footing and
sighed. "Instep.. keep foot pointed forward.." He shook his
head. "You know..." Ignoring the fact he had JUST attacked the
man, Seporo spoke to him. "You can use that blade of yours. It
isn't going to help you as much as you think." He laughed,
keeping in his position as he sighed lightly. "Now.. Let's see
if I can get it right this time.."
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Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Demonreach Date: April 15, 2012, 11:43 am
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A growl would escape the man as his fingers were kneed, but he
tightened his fingers against their will to keep a hold of the
weapon. His eyes widened just slightly at the two arcs of energy
coming at him, though one hit the heat wave, which he figured
was purposely executed and then frowned as he watched the second
arc of energy scything through the air. Moving at a forward
diagonal direction, Lycaelon evaded the energy arc, if only
just. Shrugging, the half-blood took a few paces forward and
held the blade before him, "Well, you might have a point. But
one will never know until one tries."
With that, the falchion ignited in fire, though this fire was an
icy blackness that left frost on the ground. Within a few
moments, the blade turned to black and steam rose from it,
wafting in every which way. And this blackness crept along the
mans body, slowly encasing it in an icy armor, which was the
typical blue-white of ice. The ice-like armor being thick and,
as one might think, heavy though Lycaelon was used to the burden
this possessed, but even then, his attacks would still prove to
be fast, if not faster due to the awakening of this ancient
magic. Oh, the Wild Mage was ever filled with tricks.
Moving a foot forward, the grass breaking as the foot slid, he
took a forward step with the other foot, twisting with the
motion and sending a wave of ice shards. But even as the wave
was speeding towards his opponent, Lycaelon jumped and kicked
into the air with scything motions of his legs, sending rocks of
solid ice towards the man. His landing would place him a few
yards from where he previously stood, and with the landing, he
would rush the man, though at a diagonal angle. Once the
childlike man came within striking distance, Lycaelon would lash
out with the ice covered blade, which would take him along the
chest. Should the sword swing land upon Seporo, even a graze,
the ice from the sword would seep into the mans bloodstream,
slowly, inexorably, killing him.
But, even as the sword passed the man, if it hit or not, the
blade shifted from ice to fire; the fire releasing a burst of
flames and heat to drive back the foe, though this wasn't the
main purpose of it, it was to give Lycaelon more time to execute
the next attack.
As the fiery blade started to die down, the half-elf barked in
an arcane language, the fires becoming intense and thick, almost
being a solid thing. Lycaelon could feel the drain upon his
body, but didn't waver, and wouldn't until this was done. But as
the arcane words died on his lips, seven circles of fire began
to spin around Lycaelon, each three being blue, three more being
red and the last being white. And so, the ice armour melted
away, though a faint sheen of ice covered him. The seven circles
of fire became thicker as they devoured more and more oxygen.
Taking the Falchion, he pressed the tip of the blade against the
opposite hand and pushed. Blood streamed forth but even as the
blood was flowing, fire decorated his hands and devoured the
sword.
Snapping one blue circle of fire, the others contracting around
the mans body as he rose the hand in which was the blue fire and
waved it, snapping it forward, which would send gouts of fire
towards Seporo; the blue fire was also much like a whip and if
the man came within range of the whip, which was about five
feet, he would feel its bite. But even as Lycaelon was throwing
balls of fire towards the man, his other hand broke the other
six circles and each one went into the ground, leaving a black
hole in their passing. As the blue fire was dying down, he
snapped it in half and threw one towards the man, hopefully
impaling him, but then sent the second one sailing towards
Seporo to strike him, hoping that the first distracted him or at
least maimed him.
Now breathing heavy, Lycaelon wiped away the sweat that had
began to bead on his face and wiped the sweat from his hands on
what clothes he had left, and drew the charred sheath of dragon
bone and dragon hide.
Thus, the Seven Fires of Telas were awakening.
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Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Dems Darkfire Date: April 17, 2012, 7:37 pm
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Seporo Cracked his neck, laughing lightly at the mans words as
he remained in his position scolding himself for his improper
foot placement and continuing his practice of the motion long
after the man had began his own movements. It was like the child
himself diddn't care about what was coming his direction, but
the perfectionism drove him to make sure every step was correct
in the form he had mastered far beyond the abilities of his
father. It wasn't much to catch Seporo's attention though, as he
looked and found the man preparing his blade and some sort of
ice armor. "Ohh... Now you're..." But before Seporo could finish
his phrase, an assault was on its way towards him.
It was the same old song and dance. Seporo Kicked up, sending
himself into a Butterfly twist as he sent a wave of energy out,
deflecting the first two attacks with the gentle fist energy he
had developed. The energy he sent out, laced with his own
phoenix flames which quickly overtook the ice and melted it ,
returning it to the ground to nurture the grass the man was so
disrespectfully killing, the once black glass knowing the
feeling of death and rebirth.
Then he stepped in, and due to the newly squired aggressive
manor, So did Seporo. The sword slash came and it struck, but
far from the man's intended strike zone. The blade hit Seporo's
hand, or more correctly, the energy surrounding Seporo's hand,
entangling it with the strange Gentle fist technique. Seporo's
head was low, his eyes shaded by his mess of hair as he chuckled
and gazed up.
"Too rough.." Around his pupils, in those purest blue Irises, a
strange symbol formed, spinning gently inside his eye as he
chuckled to himself. Before his opponent would know what was
going on, the world shifted to pure darkness and Seporo's figure
vanished into the night. Seporo had practiced this technique in
response to his sisters own telekinetic powers. A mind trick
that felt real until he wanted it to fall, or his opponent broke
it. But this time it was only to hide his true attack.
The ground lit up under the man, Six Rings, three with writing,
and the clan symbol located in the center, where Lycaelon stood
now. The darkness would fade shortly, but hopefully, the assault
would have already began. Seporo, standing point blank before
the man released a concentrated blast of energy into the blade,
hoping to send it hurdling out of reach as his other hand rose
for the first strike.
Ice armor or not, the Chakra that surrounded Seporo took its
true purpose, a striking energy that penetrated armor and flesh,
damaging organs and muscles and the like instead. The first
strike was always the weakest. It came for the man's Inner
thigh, his pointed fingers used to channel the energy into a
more precise strike against the tendon and muscle that allowed
the use of the leg. After the attempt on the sword, the second
strike came, aiming for the second rib up, then another, then
another, then another. Suddenly hundreds of these deadly strikes
rained like bullets towards the man for every Muscle, tendon and
organ he held dear, the Ice armor almost powerless to stop such
an assault.
But the final strike, the final strike was the killer. Seporo
struck with his right hand straight for the man's heart
in a five finger point formation. If connected, the strike would
press into his skin, and with a flick of his wrist, Seporo would
tear a hole where his heart should be, but being a testee,
Seporo would only turn half the distance, making sure the man
felt his possible death without dying.
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Re: The Phoenix Lands: Temple of The Risen Phoenix and Marblecli
ff.
By: Adema Date: April 25, 2012, 7:55 pm
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"About damned time.." Was all the woman could say as she made
her way from her room to traverse the path from her room down to
the temple. She had been waiting for this 'event' for ages and
just couldn't wait for it to happen. The anticipation of her
father's big secret was killing her. And, the disappointing
Gabriel made it all the more boring. But, at least she had done
it right and got a chuckle or two out of it. Regardless, as she
makes her leather clad steps to the stone built temple, Adema
leans against one of the pillars, cleaning her nails out of
boredom as she awaits the others to join in on this little
party.
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