The Tale of the Forgotten - RP

((But, Felldoh didn't exist in this world until half an hour past o_O How can they get knowledge about him when he just appeared here?))

Felldoh snorted as the black-armoured man spoke to him. "Firstly, I had no idea they were rebels. It doesn't really matter anyways, matey, because you're the one attacking." Felldoh blocked another swipe and jabbed the man through the gut with his left sword. The man collapsed in a heap. "We didn't attack you, you attacked us.'

"And, from what I can tell of your army here," he continued, "you seem to be under the heel of a Tyrant. Look at them - every single one of them would fight better if they were fighting for a cause they believed in. No, they're fighting because you ordered them to. They're scared of you and whoever you are following, and that's why they fight."

Felldoh spat on the ground. "You people are scum, especially when you let someone control you. Be independent. Greater good my brush, you just want to dominate."

Turning his head slightly, but keeping his eyes on the black-armoured foebeast, Felldoh called back to Vex. "Vex, get Zeria out of here. Their army is pretty much decimated, and all from a squirrel and two other creatures. How sad is that, eh? I'll finish this off." Felldoh's eyes darted to the 12 demons that were nearby, surrounding Arthvader, but Felldoh knew it was too late right now. He would have to focus on his target, and let Arth fight with his.

"Get her out of here, we'll meet at the city further south." Felldoh positioned himself again, facing the black armored foebeast directly, his left sword held under his right arm and his right sword poised over his back. "Let's see what you're made of, matey," Felldoh muttered.

He waited, eyeing his foe, for the black-armoured to make his first move. He made sure to keep his ears poised, for any hint that the demons would retaliate against him as well.
 
((Maybe you were mistaken with another Felldoh o_O...)

"It appears that you are not the same Felldoh of my report. The one they spoke us of was a loyal ally to the empire and was, of course, more....human and less....beastly..."

Julius bathed his sword with the blood of the of the corpses scattered around them. He then swung his blade to the left in a menacing way, almost as if he were attempting to threaten Felldoh. His sword tightly held, the iron of his armor cursed by greed and anger serving as his main power source, Julius vile intent were intensified by the cursed armor and the Stone of Darkness that hung from his neck, hidden within the iron plates and chain mail. The Stone of Darkness was one of the Sacred Gems, an indestructible and powerful asset for the empire. His arrogance left unharmed by Felldoh's comments, Julius found this whole battle to be quite amusing.

"Still...as civilized beings, you and I, we can come to some sort of agreement. I know you are more intelligent than the rest of your hot blooded party. So I ask you: Will you surrender and come with us? I assure you a great position among our ranks if you give them to me."

The hordes of demons and soldiers kept arriving, soon the forest was overrun and any more delay to their escape would make it harder to elude the cruel claws of the empire. In the end they were all surrounded. Julius then cleaned the bloodied blade of his sword and sheathed it as he approached Felldoh defiantly. He snaps the fingers of his left hand and suddenly the demons and soldiers halted their attacks, remaining around all of the rebels, awaiting for the command to attack.

"You are in no position to give or demand anything, much less to dare to insult me and get away with it. First, the rebels are disrupting the peace of the empire which is a great offense to the empire itself. Secondly, we scouted several rebel groups attacking the empire, I am not sure if your group was involved, but our reports classify you all as members of the rebel army. You will cooperate or you will die." He kept walking towards Felldoh, his reddish eyes shined bright from within that dark helm. His menacing blade held before him as a shield, and yet again a dark aura emanated from within the very core of his sword.
 
Felldoh felt the soldiers pounding into the forest. His mind raced as his grip tightened on his swords. There it was!

Felldoh snorted. He sheathed his swords and walked up to a tree. Leaning against it casually, though his heart raced, he spoke calmly to the black-armoured foe.

"Right, join a Tyrant. I can see how that works." Felldoh's voice adopted an icy tone as he continued. "I just finished spending my whole life as a slave to a Tyrant, I'm not about to join another one."

They were outside of the inn, behind the building, in a forest where the demons and soldiers were at a disadvantage. Why? They were fighting a squirrel. They weren't called tree-jumpers for nothing.

"So, what gives you the idea that you've got the advantage, because you're surrounding us? Don't make me laugh, mate." He stared hard at the approaching foe.

"All it means is that we have to change our strategy." With a whirl of his brush, Felldoh picked up a nearby stick, splintered at the end, and hurled the thick stick at a nearby soldier.

The soldier was caught unawares. The stick soared straight through the visor (not Felldoh's intended target, but a good one nonetheless), and Felldoh heard the scraping sound as it buried itself in his eye, scraping against the metal in the visor. The soldier rent the air with a scream that Felldoh had never heard before.

Whirling, he called back to Zeria and Vex. "To the trees!" Felldoh launched himself onto the trunk and pulled himself up, claw after claw, until he was in the treetops. He jumped across the branches, from tree to tree until he was above Zeria and Vex. "Come on!" Felldoh hissed urgently, aware of the soldiers closing in on them.

It struck Felldoh as foolish that the army had brought no archers along with them.
 
"Very well, your fate has been cast. Since for some reason I find you worthy of respect, I shall let you live and escape for now. But hear this: Today you eluded death's grasp, but tomorrow you shall rest with the souls of the dead in the abyss."

Julius halted his advance and turned his back on them. He then began to walk away as he left his now sworn enemies behind. Remorse and hatred towards himself suddenly rose within him for an unknown reason, perhaps, he had made his cast of fate and chosen the path of betrayal unknowingly.

"Troops halt! The battle has been fought well. For now we will let them escape. Enough blood has been spilled for a day. Also I don't want anyone arguing about my order and if you have a complain, take it to my superiors."

He turned his face to the right, looking from above his shoulder towards Felldoh, Zeria, Vex and Arthvader. The reddish glow of his eyes faded away, and for the first time during this battle, the green emerald light of his eyes could be seen.

"If you are still there Felldoh, take this as a chance to change your path...I see that you are quite smart and I would hate to kill someone with such intelligence and strong ideals without giving us a chance for a civilized conversation. You are lucky that I am quite forgiving, and that Lord Taharka isn't hear to teach you how to respect the empire, the hard way. We will meet soon enough, in this world or the other, in hell or heaven. Leave this place now, all of you."
 
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The journey was tiresome for the troupe, as all cavalry was spent elsewhere and wouldn't return to the stronghold for days to come. The passage would have been of considerable ease had Taharka not been weighted down by soldiers at his heel. Alas, his secondary mission required them.

The wind picked up, whistling gently as it passed through the nooks in the assassin's armour, creating an almost eerie atmosphere - which would merely contribute to their coming situation. Gem Guardians aside, feral predators resided in these parts, and were profoundly territorial.

Setting camp was unwise, yet needed. Faint howling could be heard by those with keener ears - notifying them the pending threat was not far off. Taharka kept watch, as his stamina remained in tact. The company assumed it was the Gem providing him with what seems to be a font of energy to fuel the tank of raw power he had become in recent days, after his re-instatement to his old -- formal position held since he was but a youth.






A Guardian.
 
Felldoh frowned. Maybe he's not so bad after all, Felldoh thought as he peered through the leaves at the retreating form of the black-armoured foe.

Felldoh dropped from the trees. Something told him that this man was a man of honour, like himself, and would not harm him were he to show himself.

Turning his head, he spoke swiftly to Vex. "Listen, take Zeria out of here, rest up, and keep going. I'm going to meet up with you soon. We'll always remain allies, but right now I must see what I can do for this man." Felldoh couldn't explain it, but it felt more like the insignia of the new sword was telling him which path to take. It didn't feel wrong either, like another soul, pure and free of corruption, was conveying nothing but emotion and morality to Felldoh.

"I'm going to join him for now. I promise, the next time we meet, we will fight alongside, but right now, I must see what I can do to help him. He doesn't seem fargone, he seems like he is a good man, but misguided. Turning directly to Vex, he threw him a Warrior's salute, crossing his blade over his chest and bowing.

Felldoh turned on his footpaw and strode after the black-armoured foe, coming up alongside him as he slowed his pace.

"Let me make one thing clear," Felldoh said. "I come with you so that I can help people, no other reason. If this 'Lord' of yours is a Tyrant like what I know, I will kill him with my own paws. You seem to be a man of honour, only misguided. I will fight alongside you, but only supposing that we fight for good."

Felldoh quickened his pace and stood directly in front of the man. He stared straight into the emerald eyes that glowed, different from the red ones he had noticed earlier. "Make no mistake, if I run into them again, I fight for freedom, whether on your side or theirs."
 
"So be it." Julius turned to face Felldoh, his eyes now glowed with a holy aura in response to Felldoh's energy. The armor protecting Julius could feel Felldoh's spiritual energy and so the armor shifted its elemental energies to align itself to those of Felldoh. The Stone of Darkness glowed fiercely within the armor, for it was devouring the souls of the unfortunate beings that lost their lives today.

"Men, we are going back to the fortress. I must bring my report to Lord Taharka as soon as possible. I plan to reach the fortress by sunrise of tomorrow's morning."

One of the soldiers guided a black armored horse to Julius, and the black knight got on its back. He soon brought his sight to a nearby soldier and ordered him to come. "You, bring a horse for Sir Felldoh, he is coming with me to meet Lord Taharka." He then turned his eyes to Felldoh "Sir, I will bring you to Lord Taharka and if he finds you trustworthy, you might meet his majesty."
 
Felldoh nodded. "Thank you, I plan on meeting this 'Lord.'" Felldoh noticed a horse being brought and took the reins. "Thank you very much sir." The soldier cocked his head to the side and gave Felldoh a puzzled look before turning around and muttering, as though he'd been embarrassed. Felldoh took note of this.

Mounting the horse, Felldoh spoke to the black-armoured man, coming up on his right side. "It doesn't look like they're used to a lot of gratitude, matey. We should probably try to give them some of that."

Felldoh took a good look at his new companion. His armour seemed different now, almost lighter. But there was another thing. From deep inside the armour, Felldoh felt a powerful dark force. It felt odd, since he'd never been able to sense these things before. He'd always been able to tell if someone was good or bad, even before they'd actually met, but he'd never been able to feel evil before.

Now he knew what it was like. The dark force was cold, all-consuming, and Felldoh noticed the sword on his left hip, the one with the insignia, flare defiantly. It was as though the very sword was resisting the dark force Felldoh could feel, and shielded him from whatever influence it might hold.

Felldoh frowned hard, closing his eyes. "That armour..." With a quick, yet kind, expression, Felldoh spoke swiftly to the man. "Who are you...why is your armour radiating pure evil? It's so cold, and so powerful..." With a rye chuckle, Felldoh said, "My sword doesn't like your armour."
 
As Kaos launched his attack, All Arthvader could think of is how to block all 12 strikes. The only problem was, all of the attacks were coming at him at exactly the same time in a circular formation. He quickly charged his energy to counteract Kaos's attack.

Arthvader "RAFOIE!!!!!"

all of a sudden, a flicker of fire appeared around Kaos and all of his illusions. the flicker then brought out a huge explosion, dealing damage towards both Kaos and Arthvader, who was in the excact middle of the whole attack. after the explosion, Arthvader, injured as he is, prepared for another attack.

Arthvader "Don't think i'm done, Kaos, Take this..."

Just like what Kaos did earlier, Arthvader has managed to make several illusions of himself, and surrounded Kaos in the same manner he did. unlike Kaos, who had 11 extra illusions,Arthvader only created 5 other illusions. They then strike vertically towards Kaos.
 
The magic seemed to have little to no effect on the clones or the demon. He used his special eyes to see the truth, to see which image was his real opponent, and which was not.

"You copy me, and fail... And you just nearly killed yourself while only giving me a tiny burn! Pathetic."
All 12 Kaoses swung at Arthvader again, their free hands throwing fireballs at the fakes.
The attacks were focused at fakes. Those images of him vanished, leaving seven left to swing their blows.

"You are a failure... You can't even stop one of your freinds from being recruited to our side, and you can't even hurt me... Just lay down and die, it will be much less painful."
 
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'he must be talking about Felldoh. Just what is he planning? no time for that, time for me to reveal my full potential'

Arthvader "Me, die? I think you're mistaken. It shall be you who shall fall. Now, behold my true power..."

his weapons dissapeared from his hand, leaving him bear handed.

Arthvader "...you see, My strength really doesn't depend on weapons or magic, but rather, my FISTS!!! Take this. AirBlade!!"

As he rose his arms up, Kaos and his illusions were lifted up into the air. Arthvader then jumped up to the air, and started sping around, causing the wind around him to slice up Kaos and his illusions.

Arthvader "And that's just the beginning. Now, time to combine it with FIRE DANCE!!"

as he resumes his airblade attack, he began a dance in which fire has started to spread along with the wind, adding fire damage to his dark adversary.
 
Before the magic was casted, Arthvader had neglected to block... So seven blades were soon lodged within him.

All those forms in the flurry of magic vanished. None were the real him! The attacks were a failure!

"Such a fool." Someone said from below, not affected by the spells in the slightest. "Magics do not harm the real me. In fact, I haven't even fought you myself yet... My images alone can destroy you... Look how bad you're bleeding, you idiot! Do you even know how to block?" He smirked, hurling five fireballs at the human then vanishing.
 
(1. Kaos VANISHED. he's no longer there.
2. You took seven serious hits, because of your own stupidity, you neglected to block. You should be in serious pain between that and a massive fireball to the face.
3. You're positioning my character and auto-assuming, without a chance for me to respond, that I'm taking damage. I gave you a post to block, move, whatever, and you didn't, which gives me rights to just hit you. You failed to do that, and are breaking the rules seriously. You've been warned about this already... I'm pretty sure you're ass is gone now, Arth. I'm not posting until what you've done resolves through the system.)
 
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(I deleted me previous post fot this one. I hope that this will satisfy with the others.)

As injured as he was, Arthvader Barely managed to dodge the fireballs that Kaos has sent, taking damage from at least two of the fireballs. When he saw Kaos Vanished in front of him, Arthvader, no matter how damaged he was, he just can't seem to keep himself together, collapsing on one knee.

'What's wrong with me, I just can't seem to hit him with any of my moves. WHY!! I better prepare myself for the worst now.'

Arthvader then goes into a blocking position, preparing for the worst case scenario.
 
".... Rrrgh-AH!"

From directly above Arthvader, the demon came down with his blade in two hands. He let himself drop from the air, swinging his sword as he came down.
If that sword was to hit any part of him, it would probably cut it off...

He would probably also fracture something in his legs from coming down from such a height without using his wings or magic. Kind of reckless and stupid for Kaos.
 
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((I need the name of the town where Taharka's Mansion is located))
Hera Ledro said:
Felldoh nodded. "Thank you, I plan on meeting this 'Lord.'" Felldoh noticed a horse being brought and took the reins. "Thank you very much sir." The soldier cocked his head to the side and gave Felldoh a puzzled look before turning around and muttering, as though he'd been embarrassed. Felldoh took note of this.

Mounting the horse, Felldoh spoke to the black-armoured man, coming up on his right side. "It doesn't look like they're used to a lot of gratitude, matey. We should probably try to give them some of that."

Felldoh took a good look at his new companion. His armour seemed different now, almost lighter. But there was another thing. From deep inside the armour, Felldoh felt a powerful dark force. It felt odd, since he'd never been able to sense these things before. He'd always been able to tell if someone was good or bad, even before they'd actually met, but he'd never been able to feel evil before.

Now he knew what it was like. The dark force was cold, all-consuming, and Felldoh noticed the sword on his left hip, the one with the insignia, flare defiantly. It was as though the very sword was resisting the dark force Felldoh could feel, and shielded him from whatever influence it might hold.

Felldoh frowned hard, closing his eyes. "That armour..." With a quick, yet kind, expression, Felldoh spoke swiftly to the man. "Who are you...why is your armour radiating pure evil? It's so cold, and so powerful..." With a rye chuckle, Felldoh said, "My sword doesn't like your armour."
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Julius noticed that Arthvader was lying helplessly on the floor, and felt some sort remorse as well. With it, the Dark Stone hidden within his armor shined once again and began to all the sorrow, grief and hatred that emanated from Arthvader.

"Halt! The battle is over. As for now we have ceased the attack, we leave! Lord Kaos, we must return to headquarters immediately." He turned his sight to the soldier, snapped his fingers and then pointed to Arthvader. "Soldier, heal him. Do not leave unless he is fully healed. Understood?"

The soldier nodded and ran towards Arthvader carrying bandages, healing herbs and strange potions. Julius then resumed his conversation with Felldoh. He smirked after hearing Felldoh's opinion about the dark armor he was wearing.

"Well I guess my armor doesn't look your sword either...hahaha..."

Julius laughed for a few moments after his attempt of a joke. He set his eyes on the path before them leading to the mansion in which Lord Taharka resided. Suddenly there was silence, the power of the stone faded once again and was now resting within Julius' armor. "This armor is both a blessing and a curse. It responds to the wielders feelings, always shifting from one elemental attribute to another, uncontrollable. Its cold steel was forged by the Gods themselves. I am able to control it with the power of this gem, a stone that absorbs and seals all evil and pain around me, changing it into a powerful source of energy. Anyway...after we reach Lord Taharka's Mansion, we are going on a quest to search for the water gem. I've heard a report that the gem was located somewhere near these lands." Julius continued riding on horseback as he talked about his life as a soldier and how Taharka gave him the opportunity to join the empire. Of how he had fallen in disgrace after mysteriously losing his memory and of the people like Zeria Iiyasei that claim to know him. The sun was setting behind them, the orange, red and yellow pigments of the sky created a peaceful scenario. The sun warming their backs, the wind gently carresing their skin, not that Julius could feel the wind while wearing that dark full body armor. After a while, they reached the town of Feneusyn, only a few miles away from Lord Taharka's mansion. The sun has already set on the sky, a new silver full moon slowly taking its place. The sky was filled with small clouds and the wind blew cold and gentle above the grass filled soil.
 
Felldoh chuckled. "Magic. I don't remember having it in my world, I wonder what it would be like to use it." Almost as if to answer his question, the Sword at his side glowed fiercely, and Felldoh's hands shone brightly in the shadows of the forest.

Almost immediately following, the horse he was riding made a gleeful whinny, and trotted happily.

Felldoh released the reins quickly, shocked to no end at what happened. "I - I just used magic! How the -" Felldoh forestalled his exclamation. He tried to hide his excitement, but a wide grin leapt onto his face, and he was sure that his rash vehementation had reached the ears of Julius, who he was riding alongside.

Felldoh returned to the original subject, though his grin would not fade. "So, it absorbs the evil?" Felldoh shook his head. "I don't know matey, you seemed rather nasty back there when you tried to shoot Arth. Are you sure that you control it, or that it controls you?"

Felldoh made sure to avoid his real question: Who this man was. He'd asked before, but with no answer, Felldoh assumed it was an uncomfortable topic to be spoken of. That, or he wanted his identity to remain a secret.

Felldoh's hands tightened slightly as he took hold of the reins again, though he allowed no other trace of his suspicion or anxiety to show itself.
 
(I already took us to a tavern, but if you don't agree I'll edit my post Hera, ok?)

"I control this power, but sometimes it is my own rage and the disgust I feel towards human selfishness that fuels the armor's anger. Still there are times in which I am not entirely sure..."

Julius made a sudden stop after he sighted the town of Feneusyn, the sun had already set and the coldness of the air could be felt, even by a man clad from head to toe in a full body armor. "You know Sir Felldoh, I would like to hate to be fighting against you for futile reasons such as war, but I would much enjoy a friendly duel someday. Maybe, if we find ourselves worthy of being friends, I might tell you the little I know about my own identity." Julius released the reins and placed his right hand on his chest. The sadness he felt could be felt through the armor, his eyes could be seen glowing pale blue from deep within that cold steel helm. "The truth is....that I can't remember much of my past. After wandering aimlessly during the past few months, I arrived to a town in which the empire was recruiting people. Lord Taharka found and gave me an opportunity to prove myself worthy, and here I am, already a captain of my own unit serving the empire." They soon arrived the Silver Moon Inn & Bar. Julius dismounted from his horse with a quick jump and landed next to his horse. After giving them the order to relax for the rest of the night but while still making sure they were ready for tomorrow's journey, Julius lead Felldoh to the Inn and together they arrived to the tavern, in which Julius offered Felldoh a glass of the town's best wine. Julius removed his helm and grabbed a glass of red wine from 1268. For someone who doesn't knows Julius, his face portrays him as a calmed, peaceful and collected young man. His elvish characteristics were slightly dissimulated by his human inheritage. Green eyes, long brown and blond hair, sharp brown eyebrows, pointy ears, thin lips and a medium sized nose that was round at the tip. He looked younger than he was, with his hair falling before his forehead. he grabbed another cup of wine with the hand he had free and offered it to Felldoh. "Here my friend, let us drink as friends today for maybe we could be enemies tomorrow, or allies....whatever the hands of fate decide."
 
((Not at all. A tavern is great, Felldoh's been wanting to try some brown chestnut beer since he escaped from Marshank :P))

Felldoh grinned. His warrior blood was rising again. "Heh, I'd like to fight you too, matey. You don't seem like you'd be a bad fight. I don't think we'd have to be great mates or anything to have a good match." Thinking on it carefully, Felldoh reconsidered slightly. "Actually, it seems like it would be a good idea, it might give us a chance to get to know each other's skills. Something tells me that you weren't even fighting to half your strength back there."

Felldoh accepted the wine with thanks, and took a sip. It was surprisingly good; sweet yet bitter. Over the rim of his wine, he took note of Julius' aquiline features. Though Felldoh didn't stare, it was his eyes that captured his attention the most.

He shook his head as he put down his cup. "Look, just because we fight against each other doesn't mean we won't be friends. We can have different ideas." Felldoh's gut did a somersault as he remembered Brome, his top mate. "My best mate, Brome, he's a healer. We pulled some vermin into a bog. I took out a lot of them, but Brome wouldn't."

"I'm a warrior, he's a healer, but we're still best mates. I wonder if I'll ever see him again, or Ballaw, or even my old Dad..."

Felldoh shook the thoughts out of his head, and he blinked back his tears. "But how about we hold a little sparring match. The inn is on a public square, we could spar there." Secretly, Felldoh cursed himself. If he'd practiced like he was thinking of doing now, he wouldn't have been tricked by Badrang.
 
"Then a match it is my friend, and a great one." Julius drank his wine and left the cup on the counter. He rose from the chair, put back his helm on and then headed towards the exit. Once outside, he approached the center of the public square. Since it was late at night, must of the people was indoors with a few exceptions like arriving travelers or workers. After walking for a while, Julius stopped and found himself on the very center of what would become their arena. He could see the dust carried by the wind tarnishing the metal plates that covered his legs, his cape was carried by a gust of wind waving elegantly to the left. Just before the battle could even begin, Julius fell on one knee and grabbed a handful of earth from the ground. He could see the soil and blades of grass on the palm of his hand and then he released them, allowing the wind to carry them through the skies. This was something Julius did before every important battle, that and kiss a rose he kept with him at all times hidden within his armor. The rose reminded him of a loved one he couldn't remember, a girl whose name started with a "N".

After paying his respects to the land, Julius rose and reached the grip of his sword with his right hand, and with a swift pull he unsheathed his blade, the sound of the sword cut through the air. He held his blade tightly, with a single hand, keeping it close to his right leg while he remained starring at the door leading back to the tavern. "Felldoh...I am ready."
 
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