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Post by OsirisDreddScythe on Sept 27, 2014 15:50:22 GMT -6
in the middle of a long dead kingdom, walks a tall man of seven foot tall. he strides through an abandoned castle looking for any signs of life. his snow white shoulder length hair billows in the breeze blowing through the broken stained glass windows. he heavy booted feet kick up gold piled around the palace. he scans the area with dull grey eyes with bright crimson pupils, shadowed by his modern looking shades. his eyes were unique in the fact that they revealed the truth from any form of deception. these eyes were the common trait of his people, the DreddScythe clan of Fallen Angels. he reaches a tapestry well over three thousand years old, scanning it quickly. he finds no lies in the tapestry and reaches out with a demonic looking right arm. the flesh of this arm was black and sinister and was protruding spines in several place. the tips of his fingers bore talons stained in the blood of his enemies. these talons were a foot in length and honed to a razor's edge. he touches the tapestry gently and watches as it crumbles to dust, the disturbance causing a cloud of dust to enshroud him. as the dust settles he moves onward down into the dungeons. as he travels, the path begins to narrow. he flaps four large black angelic wings once before folding them against his back. they would morph into the mans back leaving only his black leather trench coat that fell past the knees.skin tight black leather pants would complete his outfit leaving only his left arm, which looked as if it were automail. it was a souvenir from his cryptic past and was rarer than anyting else in exsistance. Heavensteel is the strongest metal exsistance, forged in heaven by his Lord God, and it was grafted right to his arm. he entered a large room with a hole 30 foot in diameter broken into the ceiling. the man looked around the room seeing more gold piled high. he sees movement in the back of the room. he squints in the darkness and sees a pair of crimson eyes staring back at him. he grins wildly and in a heavenly yet distinctly sinister voice he says, "this should be fun."
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 2, 2014 7:04:45 GMT -6
"Pathetic excuse for mortal flesh. Please allow me to separate it from your bones." would be the last words that a would be treasure hunter would ever hear as the dark elf's sickle carved deep into the man's spine, cutting downward until it was completely exposed. The dark elf would proceed to grab that exposed spine and pull until the skeleton of the man gave way. The bone would drag organs with it, literally causing the man to just fall into a disgusting pile of spongy meat and blood. The dark elf would glare at the pile, then the skeleton, and then back to the pile. "You dared try and beat me to that treasure? You dared to stand in my way? Look at you now, nothing more than a spineless corpse." And with that, he'd simply toss the man's skeleton into a nearby tree, shattering the bones easily. He'd turn from the corpse, his snow white hair flowing lightly over his shoulder as he stepped into the darkness of night. His voice would echo from the shadows as he spoke to the corpse one last time. "One down, three to go. Oh yes, I will find your friends and they will join you. That treasure will be mine."
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Post by OsirisDreddScythe on Oct 2, 2014 14:03:55 GMT -6
"So we meet again Andraza...it will be satisfying to kill you with my bare hands. he was usually armed to the teeth with two scythes several throwing daggers and a magical Tanto, however today he decided he was gonna kill this beast with nothing but the Reavers Fist just to prove a point. the beast steps from the shadows revealing a large Wyrm, black in color and even blacker in heart. the dragon speak though her lips dont move "Ah Si you know you cannot defeat me with that puny arm you call a blessing." the man ,named Osiris DreddScythe, lunged forward with his razor sharp talons extended. he makes a slashing motion towards her neck looking to behead the beast. she however slashes her tail through the air and catches him, throwing him back into the wall hard enough to crack it. debris falls from the ceiling as the inner sactum of the beast started to become unstable. he knows he doesnt have much time to kill his opponent before escaping the fallen rock. he may be an immortal but he could still be crushed like an ant. he recovers from the shock and raises his Rever's Fist as he starts chanting in the ancient tongue of the Angels.
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 3, 2014 6:24:18 GMT -6
The ground beneath his bare feet would quake violently as he approached the large hole leading into part of the keep. A wicked smile would cross his dark and devious face as he leaned over to look into the crater. He would find two creatures, a man and a dragon locked in combat, but more importantly, on the ground around the would be piles of gold. Ulvien, through all of his violent t and murderous tendencies, was, at his core, a thief. He'd pull the sickle from its sheath, a silver chain falling from the hilt to the ground at his feet. He was preparing to descend into the pit.
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Post by OsirisDreddScythe on Oct 3, 2014 9:49:21 GMT -6
The mans demonic looking arm begins to radiated a black aura releasing the scent of rotted flesh and death into the large room. As he chants the dragon would rush him looking to gore him in the gut with its horns. Si jumps still chanting, landing on the dragons shoulders as it rams the wall sending more cracks through it. The wall trembles more as it threatens to collapse. He finishes his chant and a blade forms from the black aura and essentially becomes his arm. "Reaver's Blade!" The man shouts as he swings the blade towards the dragons neck. It effortlessly severs the head from the spine being made of pure death energy. He would jump from the dragons now limp body and collect his trophy. He stuff the head into a satchel on he hip and turns to leave the room and this god forsaken castle.
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 5, 2014 21:20:40 GMT -6
He would pull on the silver chain attached to his serrated sickle, testing its strength before his descent into the pit. The man inside had just decapitated a dragon and left the room, meaning that it was now empty and ripe to be plundered of its treasures. The ground around him was increasingly unstable and constantly quaking as it threatened to collapse into the keep at any time. Ulvien was just about to descend before the voices of both a man and a woman would draw his attention. "I do hope you're not planning to take what is ours elf? It wouldn't be wise." the man would say. "No, it wouldn't be very wise at all elf." the woman would follow. They both would be dressed in tight leather armor, a matching set with the mark of their guild on their right shoulder. Their eyes would both have the same blue hues. Their skin would be as white as the purest snow. Even their features mirrored the other. They were twins, identical in appearance and skill. They were the Twin Blades of Asmodeus. Both of them carried a dagger, made of a black metal unidentifiable by most anyone not from their lineage. The daggers were crafted from voidsteel, a strange metal that sapped the stamina from their victim, causing the body to become exhausted to the point of collapse. On top of that, Ulvien could smell the potent venom that dripped from the blades. It seemed that his treasure hunting would have to wait as he pulled the sickle from its rooted position. The moon was now high in the sky, casting an ominous and dangerous glow over Ulvien's exposed torso, his red markings releasing a crimson light of their own. It was drawing close to midnight, and with the moon casting shadows across this forest, Ulvien couldn't help but release a sinister chuckle. It was indeed night, as it was indeed the time of the Drow.
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Post by OsirisDreddScythe on Oct 5, 2014 21:38:54 GMT -6
As Si left the room he turns towards the exit of the castle. He would duck into the shadows as he the voices of to humanoids. He clings to the shadows, glad now that he had elected to put his wings away. He sneaks up on the group seeing three figures. Two of them looked to be twins wearing tight leather armor. In fact his eyes told him everything he needed to know about them. Twin Blades of Asmodeus they were called and he knew they could be deadly in a fight. The third figure was an elf of dark skin. He had heard of the drow race but had never seen one in person. He was surprised when his eyes failed him, unable to tell him anything about this dark skinned elf. He sticks to the shadows knowing the castle was about to collapse. He was curious about this unknown man and he knew that if he needed to make a quick getaway he could fly up through the hole I'm the ceiling.
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 6, 2014 7:36:15 GMT -6
The twins would work in unison, avoiding the deadly sickle as they countered with stabs and slashes of their own. Their daggers would nick and prick at the expressed skin of the elf, slowly draining him of his stamina as they danced around him in a deadly tango, their poisons making its way thereof his veins. The elf would continue to avoid what attacks he could and suffer through the ones he couldn't. His breath would get heavy as it appeared the daggers and poison were taking their toll on him. The twins would see this, see their victory close at hand, and they would move in for the kill. "You die now elf." would scream the man. "Not even a challenge!" the woman would reply. Though, suddenly a very sadistic grin would cross the lips of Ulvien Despana, as if he knew something the twins did not. They would approach him from opposite sides, spinning and slicing towards Ulvien, expecting to shred him to pieces. In a flash, Ulvien would step back, leaning and ducking toward the male, his sickle would fly out towards the sister. The chain would wrap around the woman and Ulvien would pull as he dodged the brothers knife, stepping behind him as he yanked the sister into her brother. Ulvien would spin around the twins, entangling them in the silver chain. The elf would end his spin by planting his sickle into the back of the sister, severing her spine. The brother would be forced to look into her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head. His vision would be cut short as the sickle soon planted itself into his skull, his world faded to black in an instant. The elf would toss them into the pit together, as it should have been, before preparing to descend once again.
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Post by OsirisDreddScythe on Oct 6, 2014 13:24:52 GMT -6
Seeing the man taking hits and barely dealing any damage, Si debates stepping in to help. He is vulnerable but perhaps he could provide the distraction needed to upset the balance in this one sides fight. He still had some low rank defensive spells he could use as well as a few cant rips but he had no offensive spells in his arsenal, the only drawback to using the Reaver's Blade was that is drained most of the power in his body. He knew the twins would kill him in a heart beat just to bring his head back to their guild leader. He was then caught off guard by a sinister grin on the Elfs face as he entrants the twin with the chain and then brutally murders the twins. This elf was dangerous and had aeveral doses of deadly poison in his system however now he looked as if he were unharmed by it. He ducks back the way he came and leaves the castle before he is noticed. He unfurls his wings and takes flight. He flies flies speed away from the castle and out of sight.
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 6, 2014 18:54:22 GMT -6
As he descended into the castle, he would notice a winged figure take flight out of the corner of his eye. His keen eyes would tell the elf that it was the man that slain the dragon moments before. He wondered if the man had seen him murder the twins and he would chuckle softly to himself. What a sight that must have been to behold, watching two siblings die so close to each other and only moments apart. The thought would cause Ulvien to laugh aloud, knowing that he ended an entire family line all on his own. That thought would be cut short however, as the sound of his sickle being pulled from the ground would ring through his ears just before he began to plummet the last 20ft to the ground below. He would land on the dragon, his reflexes having him roll off the beast and onto his feet in an instant. His cold crimson eyes would focus in on the hole in the ceiling, and the figure standing in the moonlight above. His full-plate would glow with magical light, his helmet would have the shape of a three-headed dragon, and he would be wielding a great halberd and a large tower shield. Across his back would stretch a large crossbow and a quiver full of the 3ft bolts that provided the bow with deadly ammunition. A feeling of intense hatred would fill the Drow elf, followed by disgust, and chased with absolute admiration for the man. Even as the walls began to crumble around the elf, he would manage to hiss the words "Odion Reigncaster". The man would simply smile before slamming the handle of the halberd into the ground, an action that would send cracks through the walls and ceiling of the castle, causing it to cave in. As the ground gave way beneath Odion, a set of leathery lavender wings would burst forth from his mithril armor, spreading widely so that he may hover for a moment before taking flight into what seemed like the moon itself. Ulvien would come crashing back to reality as a large chunk of the castle landed next to him. Instantly he would scoop a single handful of gold and retract his sickle before darting from the room and into the halls. With the castle crumbling behind him, Ulvien would turn corner after corner before jumping through a window just before the castle imploded. Ulvien would stand, brushing the dust from his body before looking back at the castle and the gold buried beneath its ruins. "Such a waste..." He would then turn back towards the moon, his voice filling with enough hatred to cause a saint to commit murder. "Damn you Odion! This is far from over..." He would spit on the ground before pulling out a strange marble. He would toss the marble on the ground and it would begin to grow, morphing into the shape of a large spider. Ulvien would jump onto it's back just as a saddle formed. Grabbing the reigns, he would set off into the night. His next destination... The guild of Odion Reigncaster in the town of Bloodhaven. Ulvien had some business to attend to.
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Post by OsirisDreddScythe on Oct 6, 2014 19:05:12 GMT -6
Subways some distance away from the castle when it caved in. He looked back just I time to see a large figure with massive draconian wings fly from the wreckage. His eyes weren't much use to him here either apart from the fact that this man had crossed paths with the drow elf for earlier several times. He was tempted to return to see I the drow had survived but he knew better than to risk destruction for the sake of curiosity. He headed to the town of bloodhaven to rest and recuperate. In the morning he would travel back to his village and pick up his weapons before heading pinto his next destination, his reward from slaying this most ancient of dragons.
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Post by lilldarksilvanna on Oct 13, 2014 11:04:19 GMT -6
In the far back corner of the tavern sat a tall slender woman by the name of Athena Silvanna. Most people didn't notice her because of her long black cloak that covered most of her face, which she didn't mind because she didn't want people to notice her at all. She liked to look an listen, to observe the people around her. She's been here in bloodhaven for about a week now just listen to the people around town to figure out information on acouple rumors. The tavern seemed like the best place for this she could listen an watch everyone, plus fights always broke out which was a plus. Always puts a smile on her face, but tonight didn't seem the same like other nights. It was busy but not full, a lot of people coming an going but not a lot of them stopping an staying. Acouple fights but not like it usually was in the tavern. Something seemed off, Athena stood up an walked over to the bar to listen better to the people coming in an leaven.
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 15, 2014 11:45:44 GMT -6
He would reach Bloodhaven under the cloak of night, using the shadows to slip inside the town walls. The game of cat and mouse had begun, and Ulvien was indeed a very hungry cat. It was now time to seek out his prey. Moving from alley to alley, avoiding any eyes that happened to cross his path, he made his way to Odion's large manor in the bask of Bloodhaven. Ulvien would find himself stopping short of the doors, a wicked smile parting his lips. It appeared Odion was prepared for his arrival, as there was quite the large patrol standing in the dark elf's path. Ulvien would pull the sickle from it's sheath, the long silver chain falling from the handle, and Ulvien would begin his slow approach as a globe of darkness descended upon the party. The darkness, impenetrable and chilling, would allow quite the four-play as the Drow stepped into his hunting ground.
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Post by lilldarksilvanna on Oct 21, 2014 21:26:42 GMT -6
Athena asked the bar maiden in a quiet but soothing voice, "Has there been any interesting things going on around town lately." The bar maiden look at her with be-wild eyes and a crooked smile, laughing she said, "Nothing out of the ordinary here in Bloodhaven." Athena smiled back at her, knowing that the maiden could only see her mouth. She sat and listened to the people coming into the tavern, not much was really being said. There were a lot of drunks slurring and laughing at each other drunks. After a few moments a fight had broke out behind her. She let out a little chuckle from the all nonsense and commotion until someone leaving the tavern caught her attention. He was taller then most people and half hidden under a cloak. In a rush to leave, he pushed past the two drunks fighting behind her. Athena followed after him, when she got outside it was already pitch black, the stars glistening in the sky to help her see. Lucky for her eyes adjusted fast, she saw the end of his cloak turning a corner down a dark alley. She hurried after him staying in the shadows and when she turned the corner he was gone. No where to be seen but at the end of the alley she noticed a dark figure lurking in the shadows. Keeping a safe distances from him, she stalked and watched as he moved from alley to alley, avoiding any ones eyes. He was making his way towards the large manor in Bloodhaven. Hugging the shadows she watched as he slowly approached the manor.
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Post by RequiemOfUndeath on Oct 22, 2014 9:07:11 GMT -6
Within the darkness, Ulvien could see the patrol members huddling together in a tight circle, back to back, and with their weapons drawn. The Drow could see that the guards were well trained, showing not even the slightest bit of fear even though their sight was stolen from them. One of the members would suddenly lunge forward, his spear stabbing the air and coming nowhere close to Ulvien. Their nervous voices whispered of a ghost, a specter of the night, even a demon that rode the back of a large spider. They whispered of a walking nightmare, a monstrosity created in the deepest pits of the Underdark. They whispered of Ulvien Despana. The men were indeed showing no fear, but,oh how they should have been afraid. As the man with the spear stabbed forward a second time, Ulvien quickly closed the gap, though it was the sickle that moved and not the Drow himself. The blade would wrap around the man's neck crushing his throat and silencing any screams that may have escaped his lips. In a brief moment of clarity, the man would realize that his life was at an end, he would never see his wife and daughter again. In that brief moment, the man would mutter the words "I'm sorry..." though his words would fall on deaf ears as the chain on the blade around his neck tightened, severing his head and leaving his neck a bloody fountain as his lifeless body collapse on the hard ground. The Drow would lick his lips as blood splashed over his face and exposed chest, bathing him in the warm crimson liquid of the guard. Retracing his sickle, allowing it to drag slowly across the stone as to send a sadistic message to the other men, Ulvien would choose his next target, a young man with a short sword. Ulvien would end his life before he even had a chance to live it, and he would enjoy every second of it.
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