The Paths of Tragedy - Page 14

March 14, 2008, 2:50 AM

((Oooo, I think that a Zeria ish crushing

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Jake walked along towards the group. He was unsurprised when Hera dropped from the trees next to him.

The Allsie addressed his grandson tenderly. "I just finished a small scouting; there are bandits around, so we have to be careful."

Jake nodded. "Alright." He turned around to look at Jonad before moving forward. "For what it's worth, yeah, try to spare as many people as you can."

Jake turned and walked to the group. He and Hera stopped a few feet away from the main body, but listened closely as the one named Cairn spoke. "Oh and William, Jake and Hera. If you all wish to come with us, I would be grateful, at least until we reach the royal city. Besides, I heard that one of the lords of the kingdom was hosting some kind of tournament. I am sure you will all be quite interested...."

Both Hera and Jake looked up at this. "A tournament," Jake muttered. He gave his grandfather a serious look; this was just the kind of thing that Sukani would have organized, even if he used his lackeys to do it. Find out the strength of the people on-planet, and then figure out whether it was worth conquering or destroying. Either way, it was a win-win situation.

"Well," Jake said, "it would be a good opportunity to test our powers; we haven't had a good match in a long time."

Hera nodded, playing along with Jake's bravado. "Yes, it seems like something we should check out." Inwardly, Hera was beaming; Jake was learning how to take on the role of a leader: to take action when necessary and keep a good face on while giving out information but withholding the essentials when needed. Jake knew that they shouldn't involve the people of this planet directly.

Suddenly, Jake closed his eyes and sat down on the ground hard. He grabbed his head, grunting in pain. "Agh!"

Hera crouched. "I feel it too..." He turned to Cairn. "We'd better get out of here. Jake and I just sensed a score of lives end. It wasn't pleasant either; they just...they were there one minute, and gone the next." He shook his head. "Something's not right." With a leap, he took to the skies.

Jake followed suit, quickly leaping after his grandfather. He stopped, hovering in mid-air, and turned to look at Cairn. "We'll keep an eye out up here, you guys keep going." Jake put on a burst of speed, and shot after his grandfather.

The two stopped about forty feet in the air. Jake was looking around, but it was Hera who found the first clue. He pointed up the path in the forest, his look grave at the ominous sight.

Walking along was a black-robed person. Neither Jake nor Hera could see his face, for it was shrouded in a hood, but his strength was perfectly clear by the ominous sight behind him.

Laying in the dirt and foliage was a score of bandits, all slain. Hera could not tell what had done the deed from this high up, but he was sure that the black-robe had something to do with this.

Without any further prompting, Jake and Hera shot down towards the camp. Jake stopped in front of Julius, a cloud of dust blowing up as he landed. He whirled around to face Julius, and said urgently, "Get out of here, now! There's something coming; we're not sure what it is, but it took out an entire group of bandits, without using very much energy." Jake shot up along the road, jumping onto a tree while Hera took to the skies. Jake looked back urgently. "Come on, let's go!"

March 14, 2008, 8:14 AM

Jonad gave off a confused look as he saw the blue furred creature.
He acted friendly towards them.
Judging by Jakes behavior, it seemed like the blue furred creature was an elder, or guardian of sort.
But before Jonad could do anything, they both took to the sky.

Still sorta confused, Jonad walked towards the horse.
He mounted the steed, and waited for Arthvader, so that himself, arthvader and Gade could go to meet up with Cairn.

March 14, 2008, 1:27 PM

Wylliam watched in confusion as the red-head walked away. He stood there thinking for a few moments before an understanding grin spread over his face.

"Ah, such a considerate girl," he said, "She must understand the pains of being renowned; always being asked to relive one's triumphs; always having people dig into your personal life." Wylliam sighed and shook his head, still smiling. "What may have been misconstrued as rudeness was actually her attempt to spare me her natural curiosity at meeting someone as great as I."

When he finished stroking his ego, he noticed that some people in the main camp had already left, including the red-head. He turned to the brown haired youth. "I apologize, but we'll have to speak later."

Wylliam bowed and dashed to the camp in time to see Jake and Hera rush down from the air and warn of some unknown threat. Just as quickly as they had come, they rushed from the camp. Believing Jake's purpose was to confront the threat, Wylliam chased after him, oblivious to his actual objective.

March 14, 2008, 8:07 PM

"Hey, wait up. I'm almost ready." Arthvader said as he was preparing his stuff. a few minutes later. His stuff all packed up, Arthvader got on top of his horse. 'We should head towards the city as soon as possible.' "Alright. Let's get going." Arthvader then started off ahead of Jonad and Gade.

March 14, 2008, 10:41 PM

As Cain started to walk towards the fallen Raven, he then held his blade in both hands, holding the flat of the blade near his face. he then rose the blade slightly upwards until the whole blade was high above Cain's head. He then slowly let it fall till the tip of the blade was facing Raven, he then charged forward with gravitic force and rammed the blade towards the weakened Raven. As a loud boom could be heard echoing around the town dust filled the area Cain had charged to. As the dust cleared Raven has held off the power... Somehow, his blade had accurately held the blow back by the very tip, friction quickly followed as the swords heated up and Raven, being a demon of ice had to jump back first. He then knew he had little time left where he could fight... Gathering all the power he had left into his right fist, which bore a demon blade. It then encased itself in 3cm thick ice, he then slashed at Cain's head which Cain could not stop, the power was too much even for him. Due to the force of the blow Cain was knocked into the wall behind him and bore a small cut to his upper torso diagonally.

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Damian had begun to arouse himself, his body temperature restored he slowly rose from the bed he was laying in and walked towards the window, hi staff and bag were next to it so he quickly picked them up and gazed outside... It didn't take long to notice Raven and another demon fighting outside. Slightly shocked he quickly regained his composure and quickly ran from his room and down the wooden stairs, he was barred from here by the owner of the inn who told him to "Stay inside, it is too dangerous to leave currently, those demons out there... I wouldn't risk my life to leave". Damian placed his hand on the man's left shoulder before barging past him, almost without expression. As he pushed open the door he walked towards Raven and raised his staff-head towards the demon. "Leave this place now, I'm warning you, stay and you will suffer the concequences!" Raven looked towards Damian, he seemed stronger than before... Different somehow. Stepping back to try and cover his wounds with ice power Damian stepped forward and him and the demon began circling one another. "You... You're Damian aren't you?" The demon asked, he seemed more relaxed, almost like he was about to enjoy himself. "So what if I am? And how do you know my name?" Damian asked, he had attatched a ruby to the head of his staff at this stage and was now preparing to attack. "Lets say we're close... And I'd advise against fighting me as you are, lets just say I'm a special type of demon... Maybe you'll have more fun with him". As the demon said this he was then engulfed by a pillar of light green light and seemed to be reverting into a more human state... Perhaps he was like Raven? A demon vessel?

As Damian looked on at this transformation he remained serious and raised his staff to cover his torso in a diagonal. The demon then showed a somewhat more human form, he still had a lot of hair from his demonic form, along his face, torso and his arms and legs. He was mainly covered in this grey hair and his eyes too were grey and he still bore that huge sword. He then grew angry and held his sword in two hands in front of him, in a lowered position now he returned his circling with Damian.

March 15, 2008, 12:23 AM

Cairn stopped by the main gate and got of his horse. A man wearing a heavy full body plate amour who was posted by the gate approached Cairn. The knight stopped Cairn, asking him for his identity. Cairn told him the truth, and though he was not quite welcomed, the guard agreed to let him pass, after all, this was also Cairn's home. It seems that the guard turned out to be one of Cairn's old knights, one who fought beside him when the frontier was lost at the hands of the imperial army. After being granted entry, instead of getting back on his horse, Cairn chose to lead the horse to the stables, pulling it by the reins. As he arrived to the stables, Cairn left his horse at the care of an old man who also turned out to be the owner of the "Silver Stallion" Inn. "Zeria, I am leaving. We will meet later at the Silver Stallion Inn. I hope you have luck finding any information about Julius." That being said, Cairn left his horse at the stables with Zeria and walked towards the main street, one that was connected to the central plaza.

March 15, 2008, 3:13 AM

Hejaloki was in the central plaza.

"I warn you again of coming darkness. Darkness that was that will be the end of us all. You must forgive past problems to meet it and defeat it. Heed my warning, I say again."

Hejaloki yelled this though out the central plaza.

He looks out around the plaza and starts walking down the main street...

March 15, 2008, 3:23 AM

As he approached the center of the plaza, Cairn could not avoid hearing the man's warnings, as if somehow he knew that some truth was spoken by this man. Inclined to seek more information concerning these "apocalyptic" prophesies, Cairn headed towards towards the man, walking through the very crowded streets. He found him near the large fountain placed on the very center of the plaza. The fountain was almost 6 feet wide, circle shaped, with a secondary fountain in the middle, also circularly shaped. There was a tall statue of a cavalier, a ferocious armored knight riding on horseback on a thunderous stallion, the statue resemblances a brave warrior brandishing his sword with dignity. As Cairn approached the man foretelling these prophesies, he felt some sort of strange aura, as if he felt that this man knew more than he wanted us to believe. Determined to interrogate this mysterious subject, Cairn introduced himself formally.

"My name is Sir Cairn Crey Rosencrant Valthere, former knight in head of the Royal Guard. Now I am a mercenary in the service of this noble kingdom. I could not avoid listening to your statements while I was walking through the plaza. I want to ask you; what is this "darkness"? Can it be defeated? Is it a person or it is an unknown force influencing others? Tell me."