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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:49 pm
Vizierre picked up his sword and sheathed it. He couldn't tell whether the girl was lying or not but he figured he would forget about it. Safe refuge... Vizierre having a connection to much of the druid magic and that of the elemental could enter into the temple as he wished. Yet she was right the only things that were there were ruins and an old temple. Nothing of interest. He turned around and continued towards the mountain.
"Have you heard of the story of the demon who been imprisoned inside that temple for 1000 years" he said turning his head towards her.
The story by now was most likely folklore as it has been a long time since any had seen Vizierre.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 7:53 pm
::she still kept her distance from him, her cautiousness being the only defense mechanism she had other than her healing abilities--but what good would they be if he kept trying to kill her? She remained still within the edge of the forest, feeling the coldness of night creep about her. The way he said imprisonment gave her a sudden chill of blood, and her voice still remained steeled, though there was slight horror in her comment.:: A...demon? There would be a demon sealed in such a holy, sanctified place?!
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:04 pm
"Well... not any more... He escaped about 3 weeks ago, He was a powerful one too. The holiness of the temple was what kept torturing him. He was after the crystal that the druids protected. He goes by the Title... The Destroyer of Hope... I assumed you would know the story... its was after all in books, however they portrayed it as fable, that it never happened..." he calmly told.
Vizierre stopped dead in his tracks and turned to the girl The pentagram still glowing on his hand.
" Do you know what The Destroyer of Hope is in the Demon tongue?..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:11 pm
::to calm herself, her fingers began to fiddle on her mother's keepsake - a glowing white orb, swirling with snow-colored, hot eletricity about in the middle - magic sealed within it's iridescent spherical prison.::
The Destroyer of Hope...? I have heard of him in my scholarly days back at the Temple, but I do not know demon tongue... ::her body remained numb at this point, the trembling ceasing as danger began to seep into her mind - the dragon roared with triumph as it relished the evaulation of his power, taking in every bit of his elemental energy to analyze. The draconic essence even made White Rapture slightly curious of the being, but dared not to trod.::
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:17 pm
" It Is Vizierre-Ilelios-Lethos " he said darkly
She probably knew he was talking about himself as he felt an uneasiness from her. Still he rambled on about his story.
" He was said to possess an ancient sword that stole souls from the victims he had killed denying thier freedom to pass on into the next world and sapped thier strength to himself and thus made him stronger."
He continued walking until he reached a pathway that led into the mountains. He turned around and looked at her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:26 pm
Acryn Keitaro "Selfish, for appreciating nature? Appreciating where your gift comes from, where you come from? If that's selfish, then it looks like I have to change my whole mindset." She smiled at Mouse and continued walking toward the town of Quon. Admitting to herself that she was tired, and famished. But she immediately stopped when she saw a red ball land and bounce in front of them. What the..? Before she had time to finish her question of curiosity, the little ball exploded. Her arms raised quickly, and she turned toward Mouse, shielding him. It wasn't even a thought, just action. It's how she has always been, and how she was raised. The explosion sent burning bits onto her back and scorched her skin. She didn't cry out. Her eyes were open and they stared at Mouse, without hurt, without fear. Only anger. Using her new senses, she tilted her head upwards, the red swirling in her iris which she desperately tried to keep under control. Unfortunately, she was failing. *Mouse sighed and shook his head. Apparently they were on two different trains of thought. It was then he noticed the red ball land before them.* ~That's odd... I don't recall any trees nearby... Where could that have-~*He glanced skyward looking for an answer, but was cut off as the explosion struck. Slow to react, he raised his arms in front of his face, but all that followed was a slight rush of air and smoke? That's odd... Was it a fake out? Lowering his arms from in front of his eyes he quickly realized why.* Acryn? Are you alright?*His head turning skyward once more, he screamed at the top of his lungs.* Cowardly dog! Show yourself!
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:29 pm
::she still kept her distance from him, realizing what Black Rapture wished to know -- but wished not to be a part of such evil workings. As the darkness descended upon them in the night, she shifted uneasily, deciding against to enter the temple, she continued to walk back, the anger of his voice and violence humming on her skin. She remained to say nothing, realization hitting her like an iceberg. An even more concerned thought washed over her -- what was he planning to do with her?::
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:40 pm
(( Razielistic, just so you know Vizierre Is 11 1/2 feet tall and his sword is 7 feet long...))
"Well here is the path to the temple..."
He stared into her eyes almost attempting to manipulate her. He unsheathed his sword and held the hilt to her.
"You have much curiousity about who I am.. Touch the handle of my sword. It will tell you all you need to know... about what I am."
Vizierre locked his soul in there to infuse himself with twice his own strength. his soul would reachout to the girl and tell her everything thing she wanted to know about him. Though not many could hold onto it for long without losing their mind to its corrution. Merely touching would cause dark and gruesome images, all of Vizierres memories were stored inside his blade. He awaited her response to his offer.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 8:52 pm
(( 11 freakin' feet?!?! eek Well, there goes seduction when I go Black Rapture...>>; ))
::she remained holding herself admist the darkness, his attack previously had still put her in a stunned position. Her green eyes now seemed luminescent in the darkness - jade glowing orbs gazing at him. The orb was clutched at her chest, and her legs wouldn't even budge. Her voice was soft, but still remained to have a demure element.::
...I won't...I won't touch it...You might be a great evil, there must of been a reason behind it... ::she had lost her voice in a waver, but it strengthened over time again:: Or, an intention that you see is advantagable to you...If you wish to tell me your past...tell me here -- for the only magic rune I will touch will only brim with the energy of life, and light.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:00 pm
(( Yeah... Its supposed to be intimidating to see him.. He's about 5'10 when he assumes a human form))
"Very Well... I am the Destroyer of Hope... The demon that was locked in that temple." He said darkly.
He sheathed his sword and walked up to her.
"I have been trapped in there for 1000 years, and now I want the power that I tried to steal, and you are not going to stop me nor am I going to let you protect them or get them. You will be my slave or you will suffer the consequences. Either choice is fine by me, however do not underestimate me child for you do not know what you are dealing with" He said in a very stern voice.
"Now... Make your choice..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:10 pm
::she continued to back away from him, her gentleness almost like a flower's fragility. She did not tremble, as it seemed so surreal to finally confront such a demon - and the most powerful of all - in the middle of the night, completely defenseless. However, she remained honest, and stead-fast. It was the only thing she could do.::
Protect the shards? I am not...protecting the shards... ::she admitted, though not ready enough to admit the less honorable intentions - governed, and ruled by Black Rapture, and the draconesque pysche she shared.:: But I refuse to become your slave...If you choose to deal with me, then do it. ::she shut her eyes, hoping more than anything to concentrate to become a dragon - the moon was waning, and with each wane, gave her the power of transformation.::
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:15 pm
"Foolish desicion mortal... Now it is time you met your doom."
And with that final statement Vizierre pulled his sword out and propped it in a battle ready position. Despite only having one arm he was still determined to kill her. He stared at her for a moment and then wondered what she was up to.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:24 pm
::she knew her doom was about to be upon her, and as she jerked away from him, the darkness obscured her morph. In the darkness, her body slowly became elongated, scales began to appear on her skin and shine in the moonlight - obsidian - sometimes even a deep indigo when the moon light hit it - scales glittered as fearsome claws began to grow, a snout, horns, and terribly keen spikes about her neck. An 9 foot tail began to swish around, and her body continued to grow to about 15 feet. Gigantic wings spread our to a 25 wingspan, obscuring the moon partially, but eventually folded - like black swan wings in the obscurity of the night. However, despite even in her serpentine form, her state of mind was still in White Rapture, and still choose not to fight. But now she was in much more protected by her almost impentratable scales. She inched away from him still, feeling the comforting embrace as trees as she backed into the forest...her mind racing what to do, and finally realizing that when he would let his guard down, to race into the temple, and somehow find a perch to fly, or hide.::
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:34 pm
Vizierre had lowered his sword. He had not seen a dragon in ages. In his demon form he was almost as tall as one. He Propped his sword again. Dragon or not he was compelled to fight. He took 2 steps then charged at her and swung his sword horizontaly at her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:46 pm
::the keen dragon eyes caught his movements before he moved an inch, and her dragon senses were intensified in her true form. She knew her dark side would of enjoyed and stayed for the fight -- but she was not a fighter of strength, but she was only strong at heart...She scrambled away, making her way towards the temple for safety. She knew she would have to fight sometime if he cornered her - and if so, she would have to do something just to stun him. Black Rapture might be a murderer, but she wasn't, and she refused to be.
Despite the gigantic body, her body slithered just like a snake would - slithering and ultilizing her four legs to the best of her abilities. Her wings were still folded, and her eyes still remained sharp and observant in her night vision, glancing about in the ruins to find a place big enough to allow her to hide.::
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