The Tale of the Forgotten - RP

Enraged by the audacity of his adversary to challenge his magnificent Empire, he could hardly control himself. Barely visible waves of energy were emanating from him through sheer anger alone, blasting away the surface beneath him. Although teeming with vexation, he brought himself to appear calm before the face of his enemy.

"Don't you see? This is futile. You have such power, yet put it to piteous uses... what do you gain from it? Gratification for helping others? Delusions of selfishness! You are walking a path of self-gain - wasting your divine abilities. Join with the Empire, with me, and together we can remake this sorry excuse of a world into one so much better... the old world. You know of what I speak, Kailal. Our world was once brilliant... glorious... we can have it back."

Almost as instantly as he had finished, his attention was inexplicably drawn to Julius, although now accompanied by another, was facing two opponents that Taharka recalled vividly. This could be dangerous, he thought as his mind explored the superfluous possibility that Julius may yet re-acquire his memories, far sooner than was hoped for. As if by some strange affection held for the knight, Taharka swept with a flash of lightning to Julius' position, directly behind him, still facing Vex.

"If you accept my rarefied offer, I will spare you and one other, under the condition they follow too. I needn't remind you of the consequences should you choose to remain here, do I?" he cackled softly... hauntingly.
 
As he patiently awaited for his orders to be carried on, Julius allowed himself to drop his guard as he took all the attention away from Taharka and Vex. Fool he was, for this would surely cost him. Taharka soon transformed into bolt of ferocious divinity, and amazingly, the dematerialized form of energy gathered behind Julius and merged, transforming into Taharka anew. Julius noticed, for the shock of psychic waves suddenly triggered his awareness. Suddenly, Julius began to feel an inexplicable surge of anger flowing through his veins. Eyes widened, Julius grasped the hilt of his weapon tightly and rose it above his right shoulder as he took an offensive stance; his left shoulder, now aimed to his targets. He bent his knees a little, loosening his joints, muscles relaxed; his mind was completely focused on both Zeria and Arthvader.

Deep within his mind, voices, voices chanting a melodious requiem, one that told a story of blood and betrayal. Those very same specters appeared before his eyes, yet no one could see them. They are traitors, show them no mercy, not an ounce of leniency to these stray dogs...Julius heard the command echoing within his brain, alerting his instincts. Blood pumped up, adrenaline fueling him with new found strength; strangely it seemed that Taharka's powers found a way to lay on Julius some sort of mental control, one that Taharka could easily manipulate at whim.

His eyes were now radiating, not a reddish aura, but a divine emerald glow -aligned to the elemental power of Wind- as he readied his weapon to launch an all out assault. Finally, as wild fire, Julius heard the command, and he sprinted towards Arthvader and Zeria. The knight ran madly, sword in hands, giving out fearsome battle cries.

Before shortening the distance any further, Julius leaped high, the winds emanated by Taharka's Wind Gem lifted Julius higher than any normal human could ever possibly jump. Almost as if he were one with the ravaging gusts of wind, Julius came rushing down and landed between Arthvader and Zeria. Without much hesitation, Julius spun like a tornado, and swung his blade along, performing a full circle swing. Not caring if his attack was successful, Julius launched two more following assaults; one was a bone shattering kick aimed to Zeria's torso and the other was a stone cracking left punch aimed to left side of Arthvader's jaw.

Regardless of being successful or not, Julius would finish by pulling himself away from danger with a somersault jump which would make him land next to Taharka.
 
"As you wish, Julius." Arthvader said to Julius as he began his pursuit of Zeria. "I'm sorry we have to meet under such circumstances, Zeria, but, life has a weird way of twisting reality. Prepare yourself." he said just as he was about to deal the first strike. Suddenly, Julius landed between both Arthvader and Zeria, delivering a full circle swing towards them. With little time to react, Arthvader blocked the attack, although one of his weapons was knocked off his hand. Julius then followed up with a punch to the left side of Arthvader's jaw. Arthvader managed to guard the attack by grabbing Julius's fist with his free hand. "Julius, just what is going on here? First, you tell me to capture Zeria. And then, you came and attack the both of us. What's wrong with you?" He asked Julius. Julius then jumped away from both Arthvader and Zeria, landing next to Taharka. 'Julius, why? What made you change?'
 
Zeria gasped and her entire body froze at the loss of the knight's helmet. It was like the entire world had slammed down around her into an icy hell.

"No..."

She backed up, tears welling in her eyes and her body shaking.

"No......it can't be true...!"

Sorrow built up in her lean frame, sparkling in the crystal tears she shed.
~How can this be?! Not Julius! Not him!~
Arthvader had even showed up and shown loyalty to him as well. It wasn't that she hated the loyalty, it was that Arth was fighting on the same side as Taharka. All at once, her raw emotion burst forth in a combination of rage and sorrow, love and self-loathing...and she rolled away from Julius' attack. Then charged for Julius, avoiding Arthvader and preparing to deliver a blow to disarm.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

She swung...............but both blades clattered to the ground and she dropped to her knees, only a mere 3 feet from Julius. Tears and blood mixed on the ground. Long, silky red hair spilled around her shoulders from a broken tie. Her chest rose and fell with each sob.

"Why...why do you do this to me? Why does this always happen? Why wouldn't you let me stay with you when Lucious' fortress fell? WHY WOULDN'T YOU LET ME STAY WITH THE MAN I LOVE AND CHERISH MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE?!"
 
"I do indeed know the world you are talking about. It was the world my people made so to say. The one where they believed that order could exist, with the use of the gems. What fools we were, even if the gems bring a balance of order, there is still evil in man's heart. Of course then there is the curse." Vex says this as he holds his spear pointed up at Taharka. "The curse which my people have bestowed upon us, in retribution for that folly. I stand here before you now as an act of redemption, so that one day maybe this curse will end. As for why I fight aganist this empire, help these people who also stand up to defy it. Maybe because I see it as a way to redeem myself for my own dark deeds. Though it also could be it's just the right thing to do, or maybe it's just that I can't stand ignorant pricks like you."

Vex was breathing deeply now, already feeling drained from the use of his attack. It was a while since he last used that paticular one, so it felt like it drained him far worse then normal. Once again drawing back his spear he looked over to Arthvader and a even more venomus tone took on in his voice. "As for you traitor, you decided to show the true kind of scum you are, and join with the empire! I should strike you down right now where you stand, but I have other matters to take care of." His look shifited back to Taharka, ready for another assult, he stood ready.
 
"Haha... the path to righteousness, then? Your obsession with redemption has clearly blinded your morality. I offered to save you - give you the chance you desire, but through petty hatred you throw aside not only your own, but another's life on but a whim! Messianic visions of grandeur are the visions of a weed - a succubus of society. You're better off dead... This fight is over". With that, Taharka spread his magnificent wings, which now radiated a brilliant light, impressing all who gazed up on it, until they unleashed a massive wave of deoxygenised air at Vex, kicking up debris and dirt from the ground - effectively shrouding his vision, and clouding his lungs momentarily.

Slowly... menacingly, he turned and loomed over the now kneeling Zeria, who was clearly emotionally distraught over the revelation that the dark knight she opposed so valiantly was in fact the sole person to have her heart. Dangerously close, Taharka pondered, does this bring Julius to his past. "May the knowledge that he still lives sustain you, girl. Die now, and wallow now in pity at the futility of your efforts." Taharka looked up, facing the sinister tempest that threatened the survival of all within. The walls of which were so close to the centre of the city, all sounds other than the nightmarish whirling winds were drowned. "Not long to wait now, miss." He yelled as his departing words to her.



With a swift flutter of his gargantuan wings he drew back, and upon unleashing a horrifying roar from the bowels of his lungs, he offered his wing for Julius to climb upon.
 
Julius managed to gain the advantage in this battle, after all, Taharka was by his side and the tornado spell he had cast was starting to swallow the whole town; it was only a matter of time before all was reduced to mere ruins. As Julius realized that Arthvader's loyalty lied with the empire, the knight halted before proceeding with another assault. With vivid, merciless eyes, Julius stared down to the fallen Zeria, rejoicing himself for this victory. "Arthvader, for an instant I thought you were a traitor, now I have tested you and found out you have no problem in raising your sword against friend or foe. I like that, it will come in handy to please the empire's best interests. Now come our side, with the empire, and let us walk a glorious path. You have passed the trial; now step forward and come."

Julius then shifted his cunning eyes to Vex, who was still as defiant as always. The knight slowly lifted his sword and he threateningly pointed the tip of his blade to Vex. His cold stare sinking on Vex, almost as if Julius were desperately searching for the gem in Vex's possession. Malice, greed, whether it was a hunger for power or to gain a more privileged status in the empire, it was certain that Julius was not going to rest until he lay his hands on one of the gems.

As time passed, the razor like winds and shattering gusts kept obliterating the edifices around the central plaza. Houses were torn from their foundation, trees were ripped from the soil, and statues and monuments kept crumbling into pieces; it was, as Taharka once commented, a complete pandemonium; a hell on Earth.

Motionless, indifferent to the havoc Taharka's Gem was provoking, Julius taunted Vex with his sword, trying to push him to do something reckless. A mistake for Vex could cost him his gem, and Julius knew that his enemy was not going to take that risk; still it was worth to try.

"Vex, all so fair, so just; you are drowning in a poll of self-proclaimed righteousness. What makes you better than us? At least we have a goal, and that is to unify the realm under imperial dominance. What about you? You want to harness the power of the gems, but for what purpose?"
 
"I have no desire to harness thier power. If you could call it a goal, then my only goal of late, is to stop people like you from abusing the gems power. Imperial dominence, please in doing that you are supressing people's right to live free! What makes you think you are so grand that you believe, that you can rule people under an iron clad rule? You are a fellow warrior, yet you walk a tainted path now? Whatever happened to those that have strength, to put it to good use? To stand up aganist the tyrants like the empire whose only goal is to opression."

Vex began to scout for anything that could lead him out of this howling nightmare. He couldn't just wait this tornado out, there was no telling when it would end. His only hope, could be his attack he used aganist the golem. Maybe it would be enough to knock one of them unconsious, hopefully Taharka, and that might dispell this tornado.
 
"As you wish, Lord Julius." Arthvader said, leaving Zeria and vex, Going back to Julius and Taharka. 'What's going on with Julius? It seems that the dark gem that he holds seems to be possessing him. Could this be the cause of his problems? If so, How am I going to destroy that gem? No matter, I"ll stay along side until the right moment has come.' He thought as he stopped at Julius's side. Arthvader then turned his attention to Zeria, who was on her knees "It seems that we must part ways again, dear Zeria. If fate allows us to meet again, then let it be written. That is, if you can survive this tornado." Were the last words he said to Zeria before he grabbed on to one of Taharka's wings.
 
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"Keep deluding yourself with your own temperamental excuses. You say I am wrong, but that is no excuse to stop thinking if your ways are right, is it?" Just as Julius replied to Vex's, the knight noticed that Taharka offered his wings to provide the means they needed to escape. He felt somewhat discouraged, for he wanted to end Vex's misery right here, and at the same time, retrieve the gem in Vex's possession. Bit of a shame; the acquisition of yet another gem would have surely been suitable this time to satisfy the present needs.

Evidently, Taharka and Julius needed to make haste and abandon Mygeeto, so in agreement with his master's wishes, Julius decided to withdraw this time and leave with Taharka. The knight sheathed his sword and stepped back and closer to Taharka. He then hopped on the Behemot's mighty wing and prepared to leave.

"Until next time! Let your corpses rot alongside with Mygeeto!! And Vex, take good care of that gem for us, we shall have it soon enough!!!"


 
Everything seemed to move so fast. Damian just stood there as the battle continued around him. His body trembling from the strain of holding his saber under the pressure of some unknown force. Before He knew it, the enemy was flying away. And in that instant his legs gave way from under him. He fell to his hands and knees. He felt tired, but he knew that he would die if he stayed there.
Zeria was only a few yards away from him. She seemed distraught at what had just happened. Betrayal must be hard one the one that is betrayed, especially if they had been close to the betrayer.
"Arth you fool," Damian whispered with a voice only he could hear. "Why did you join them?"

(OoC:hehe damian is so out of the loop on the relationships)
IC:

Damian sheathed his blade and began to drag himself over to Zeria. His legs had gone limp from all the energy he had used in these past couple hours. She was still sobbing when he reached her, but he had no time to comfort her.
"My Lady, we must leave." His voice was barely audible in this strong wind. "It is too dangerous for us to stay here."
 
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Tears rolled down her cheeks, sparkling and dropping to the ground. She stayed on her hands and knees, crying hard.

"I can't...! I can't keep going if he's to be my enemy!"

Zeria really seemed crushed by the thought that she'd directed her rage and hatred at Julius for so long without realizing it. All of a sudden she stood, teary eyes gazing up at Julius.

"I really did love you...master...I still do. When I thought you were dead, I didn't want to keep living anymore...and now I'm not sure if I want to.............why?"

She dropped again, hand clutching her heart.

"Why did you betray us?! Why did you turn the back on the academy you created?!"
 
OOC: I suppose with two people now on my back, I should alter the appearance of Taharka's current physique. He's now an even larger bird. :monster:

IC:
Once again fluttering his wings, he threw the two warriors onto his back whilst simultaneously making himself aloft - rising higher at tremendous speeds. Debris was now passing dangerously close to Taharka and his small entourage, so he had only enough time to re-collect two of his Assassins from the tempest. Grasped in his mighty talons, they used their small level of magics to hasten Taharka's evacuation, thus relieving themselves of the danger. Rushing, tearing through the atmosphere to escape the ever-tightening hurricane, he finally reached the clear sky... for a moment, all his worries seemed lost - all concept of war, death, and conflict were gone - so beautiful it was, to behold the sky above the clouds. Clear, beautiful...

They were clear of the tempest walls, and thus he descended into the darkened lands of chaos and war; his heart sinking from the temporary lift he experienced mere seconds prior. He thundered down to the earth quite some distance away from the destroyed Mygeeto, as to avoid any potential hurtled debris. Taharka now hovered lightly above the ground, releasing his, then prompting the others to jump off. This war was... over. For now, at least, Taharka felt an air of relief he thought he'd never feel again. The magic flowing within him had fuelled intense anger deep in his heart and mind - resulting in the powerful form that fed off this particular emotion, until it was leeched to nothingness. The result was Taharka reverting to his regular form, to which he returned to... willingly. A grey wisp of cloud gathered around him, pulling itself to his heart as he finally returned to a human state.

"Sigh... gentlemen, it is time to press onward to our primary itinerary: the Water Shrine. If my sense of direction is correct, it should be directly North from our current location... give or take a degree or two. You boy..." he turned to Arth with a discontented look upon his face "... you are to stay here and ensure that any survivors of my magic are slain. Luckily for you they'll likely be weak upon confrontation. Do not fail me, lest you desire to face the consequences."

He advanced North, still regaining his composure from spending so much time in a completely different form. Walking was challenging, but manageable. He beckoned Julius over to proceed along with him, with a slight, feint flick of his hand.

Energy, apparently, had left him. Rest would be required at nightfall, much to the displeasure of Taharka.
 
Having eluded death's grasp thanks to Taharka's aid, Julius finally found himself in a more tranquil environment, leaving behind the near apocalyptic scenario of the doomed Mygeeto. Yet there was no time to waste, for the pursuit of the next gem was their primary objective. Taharka had clearly stated importance of this mission, and failure was not an option. Although displeased for not personally witnessing his opponents' demise, Julius did not allow this slight discouragement to distract him from his main objective; the retrieval of the Water Gem rumored to be held deep within the Water Shrine.

Taharka had already began to advance towards the shrine, yet Julius decided to remain in order to remind Arthvader of the importance of his new assignment, and at the same time he thought prudent to add yet another task to Arthvader's agenda.

"Arthvader, you know your orders. The fourth and fifth units are now under your command. Your main mission has been already informed to you by Lord Taharka himself, still I would like to add another task; you are to bring a full report about Vex's whereabouts. He possesses something we require. That is all...." Julius turned away from Arthvader and began to walk towards the Water Shrine.

Suddenly, Julius stopped and then he looked back to Arthvader from over his left shoulder and fixed his cold eyes on their new recruit. "Arthvader...do not fail us..." With this being said, Julius took his gaze away from Arthvader and left to follow Taharka.
 
"you can count on it, Lord Taharka, and Lord Julius. I won't let you down." Arthvader said as he began leading the troops over to the destroyed Mygeeto. Suddenly, he stopped, and faced his troops. "Okay, I'm going to tell you guys what our mission is. As Taharka mentioned to me, our objective is to stay here and take down anyone who appears from the ruined city of Mygeeto. Julius has also added that we need to get a report on Vex, if he's not dead already, and find out where's he heading. Now that you got your objectives, fourth Unit, I want you to stay here with me. As for the fifth unit, I want you to head back to Mygeeto and search the perimeter for any survivors. I'm warning you now, the tornado is still active there, so don't head towards the center. If Zeria, Vex, and Damian survived the tornado, sieze them and bring them to me. I'll deal with them myself. Now, go. you have your orders." Arthvader said as the fifth unit began their march back to Mygeeto. "I do hope they do survive the tornado. There's something I need to explain to them at some point. Especially to...' He thought as the forth unit formed a line around him. Arthvader then drew out his weapons, getting ready just in case they managed to get through.
 
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( Ok me and Saix have agrred upon this. That by this time the Tornado has started to die down.)

The raging winds which have been howling throughout the battle, were begining to die down. Vex could begin to see the town outside of this infernal vortex. The devastation umimaginable, it was as if the town here never existed. It was complelty in ruins, nothing seemed to be standing. His memories shifting back to the events that had just unfolded and Julius's last words, the ones that told him to hold on to his gem till he could claim it. Grasping his sword tighter he vowed he would not let another gem fall into thier hands. He surveyed the lands and looked down at his comrades, "Are you two alright? It seems that this tornado is dying down. I sugest that after we scout the town for survivors we head towards the water temple as soon as possible."
 
Zeria choked back her tears. Her heart felt like it had been wrenched out of her chest...and now...a sorrowful, icy darkness had begun to creep in. She felt all alone. Lost. Forgotten. She brushed away the last tears and held in more, standing up. She would have to remain strong. Her voice echoed the same pain her heart was enduring.

"Come on. Let's go after them. They're probably going after a gem....and we can't let them obtain it..."

She dropped to her knees once more, wincing from the minor injuries she'd endured, but stood once again, bending the earth to her will...and creating a rock tombstone, engraving 'Julius' into it.
~Here lies where all of my dreams were torn from me...and my hope of being loved was shattered. Here lies the last of the man I knew...and loved. May I find the will to move on and guide his soul back from the depths of darkness...~
 
As soon as the air around him began to clear, Damian was able to catch his breath. After a moments rest he could feel sensation in his legs once more. He eventually had enough strength to return to his feet. He looked towards Vex and gave him an assuring nod.
"Alright Vex," he said as he walked to where Zeria stood. he placed his hand on her shoulder before speaking. "My lady, if you require any assistance i am at your side until the journey's end."
Damian tried with all his will to show strength, but it was easy to see how weak he was at that moment. The mysterious pressure was still there pushing him away from their destination. It was weaker now that the storm had past, but it was unmistakeably there.
 
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