A New Begining (Page 208 of 214)

Planets exploding, sun crashing into the earth due to overactive gravitational pull... that sorta thing?

Sometimes the flow isn't that easy to just go with.
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well mine is. its specially constructed just for you. even if they're basic responses.

well you are special, sillyhead.

an admirable goal. +10

Last edited by Renegade Prince (2012-01-02 13:51:34)

it does help to hear it sometimes, doesnt it?

lol i know. respect points in this instance, though.

A powerful, long forgotten Force power. I like it. Will be posting soon.
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Slade follows George and the others down the narrow corridor, that shirokami barely illuminated amongst the retreating darkness, the Jedi's light forcing that silent foe to flee before them. The Force barrier surrounding the Temple was designed to target vampires, disrupting the flow of dark energy through their bodies to effectively limit their capabilities. Slade, however, doesn't seem to care. As if his fighting prowess alone could fell any army.

Cold air nips at the nape of his neck, and Slade expands his senses instinctively, blue eyes mingling with golden embers as powerful muscles tense with impatience, his inner demon thrashing against its ancient bars, demanding he satisfy that old hunger. This place was cursed. He can feel it with every step he takes, each breath he draws. In the depths of his very bones. Desperation forced even the most righteous of souls to resort to twisted power. But this... what horror had wrought such utter desolation? The last time he was here...

*Flickering light creeps across the dark floor, given brief life by the fires which sit atop the two rows of carved heads, each sculpted to resemble an armored horse. Slade walks in complete silence, a tangled mass of sandy cloth loosely layered over light armor. He'd secretly followed the boy to this place, the vampire a constant shadow to a man who knew nothing of his existence.

Slade suddenly emerges from the dimly lit hallway into a desert cavern, the walls fading away into ageless stone, golden light from magnificent chandeliers dancing along pillars of rock and hardened sand. A humanoid figure sits beneath the largest of the chandeliers, vibrant red hair trailing down over a tattered cloak, a large sword −whose white blade seems to sing −lodged deep into the stone at his side. The vampire approaches slowly, careful to avoid the large cracks etched into the stone.

"You reek of blood and death," a thunderous voice remarks, violent and deep, heavy with a tremendous burden, "of dark creatures cursed long ago."

Slade bows slightly out of respect if nothing else. "I'm nothing but a simple hunter," he argues the unstated accusation persuasively, gaze lingering on the figure's back. "It doesn't matter what creature may chose to test my skill, they all die the same."

The figure chuckles lightly. "Indeed?"  he wonders as he rises to his feet, pulling his sword from the stone in the process. He turns to face Slade, sliding his weapon into its sheath.

It was easy to understand why many cultures revered the valsai'ium as deities. Ancient tribal tattoos adorn godlike muscles while a strong jaw and chiseled features give off an air of unquestionable authority, brown eyes lit with unfathomable power. Mortals had followed lesser beings to certain death... but even the greatest mortal was no match for any of the valsai'ium.

He approaches Slade but abruptly stops a few feet away, his eyes narrowing sharply. "The tainted blood which stains you is fresh. Tell me, hunter," the valsai'ium demands coldly, "where did you encounter such a creature?"

Slade looks down at his chest, noticing the rather tiny holes in the exposed portion of his armor. The vampire's blood had burned nearly clean through. "He followed a man here, as did I," the blonde begins to explain, immediately dismissing the insignificant holes in his armor as nothing to be concerned about. "I couldn't allow harm to come to him, however, and so the creature chose to fight me. He chose poorly."

"You must be more than a simple hunter to escape such a battle with naught but a hole or two in your armor," he praises Slade passively.

"Experience's an unforgiving teacher," the vampire remarks. "You either learn quickly or you die."

The valsai'ium nods in compliance. "Indeed." He pauses for a moment, silence filling the cavern until he continues. "You followed a man here. Why?"

Slade sighs. "My oath is my own. Simply know my intentions are honorable. That should sate your appetite."

The valsai'ium seems to contemplate this, unsure whether to trust this stranger or kill him where he stands. One human could do little harm he supposed. And even were he by some chance a cursed soul, the Temple was more than prepared to handle the situation.

"We have but one human here. He is with Unun Bak-Khur at the moment. Would you have me send for him?"

"No," the vampire states abruptly, quickly collecting himself. "That won't be necessary," he tries again. "I ask instead that you don't mention my presence here nor report on the creature which followed him to this place. I'm nothing but a silent guardian to him, a shadow he shouldn't concern himself with. He has more important things to do."*

That day... how much time had passed between then and now? Years? Centuries? Milleniums? He supposed it mattered little. This place was nothing but a vast tomb now; the hollowed hopes of gods who thought they could prevent the inevitable. Slade's eyes jump to George. The war was not over yet, however. There was still time. Still hope. They could end it...

Dark whispers begin to slither through his thoughts, and Slade growls audibly, irritated. He was in no mood for petty mind games the dead wished to play with him. The sound of a woman's laughter echoes around them, Mat and Leina's hands jumping to the lightsabers dangling from their belts, a flash of impossibly long hair disappearing into the darkness ahead of them.

Slade comes to an abrupt halt, his legs refusing to move, his lungs struggling for air as his eyes widen in shock. It... it couldn't be. A woman's voice sings through the air, melodious and soft, her tone tender and full of love.

"Rule..."

Slade's heart skips a beat, maybe two. "Saki..." he whispers breathless, the faint sound drawing attention to him now, the Jedi all giving him a worried glance.

"Rule," the woman calls again. "Do you remember me?" she wonders sadly. "Do you remember your promise?"

All rational thought vanishes from the vampier's mind. He no longer cared if this was simply some trick this place chose to conjure up. As long as he could hear her voice, catch a glimpse of her within the shadows.

"I remember, Saki..." he answers submissively, his voice rich and smooth, matching her tender tone. His eyes soften drastically. "I'd never forget you. Never."

The surprisingly realistic form of a woman appears behind Slade, long, silky brown hair framing a beautiful face with pointed ears, a slender figure clad in Jedi-like robes which clings to her body perfectly. A delicate hand runs from his throat to his shoulder, the vampire shuddering from the cold touch, turning his head towards her. "Saki..."

He reaches for her hand and pulls, allowing her to slide around his body and into his arms. His eyes suddenly widen in horror, however, and a harsh gasp escapes his throat as the smell of blood poisons the air. "Saki?!"

"I'm sorry," she whispers weakly, her body going limp in his arms.

Slade crumbles to the ground, a shaking hand tangling in the hair at the nape of Saki's neck, a silent wish that his will alone could keep her alive forever. "Saki, don't..." he doesn't finish, burying his face in the crook of her neck to hide his own weakness.

A tender hand reaches up, fingers trailing through golden strands. "Promise me, Rule..." she pleads on her last breath, the last remnants of her strength gone as that hand slips from Slade's hair and falls to the ground. The vampire pulls Saki's lifeless body closer, clinging to her desperately. Safira takes a step towards the vampire.

Slade looks up suddenly, eyes utterly consumed by blazing fires of rage so intense they emit smoke, sharpened fangs glistening even in the darkness. "Leave me!" he demands in anger, his voice dangerous and unstable, giving off an echo effect as if two beings spoke at once.

Safira takes a few steps back, her eyes narrowing coldly as she turns and continues down the narrow passage. George is unsure whether to follow or stay but quickly decides against the latter. Eventually Slade disappears, fading into the darkness which returns without the Jedi's light to keep it at bay. Shortly afterwards a roar of rage echoes down the corridor, an intense Force shockwave shaking the very foundation of the Temple.

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Done. I haven't had much time to myself recently which is why its taking a bit of time with these posts. I'll add all the other character parts in the next post but feel free to go about doing whatever George has to do in the Temple. Slade will... ah, catch up later.

And yes, he followed George to Ordo all those centuries ago. That's kinda what he does, that stalker. Anyway, the Guardian of Rage sensed the presence of a vampire and had Slade captured and brought in. Slade of course didn't fight his Levantian captors 'cause well, that would just complicate stuff. Anyhoo, Slade with his awesome, powerful self, convinces Therion that he is not a vampire. 'Cause he's a badass like that.

And in case you haven't figured it out [which I know you have] Saki is the woman Slade promised whatever he promised to. That's not really how she died necessarily, but its just supposed to make Slade experience that pain again. Oh and if you're wondering why Saki has elfish ears... its 'cause she's a Human/Sephi hybrid. Whoo! ^_^

I think that about does it for what I wrote. I like the name you gave the indigenous population. I didn't have a name for them but I imagined them as pretty much humanoid [with a few minor differences i.e. four digit hands] with a war-centric culture. They have three different "appearances" I guess you could say and they don't really age like humans. Instead their skin darkens due to exposer to the sun.

Males are born with a grey tint to their skin and white eyes. They mature and their skin begins to darken to a black color and their eyes take on a golden hue at around 150 or so. Males who hold special ranks [such as clan leaders or assassins] receive special charmed tattoos to mark them.

Females do not change much in appearance at all. They are born with the same grey tinted skin as males and the same white eyes. When they mature at around 180 or so their eyes begin to take on a blue hue. All Levantian die at 300-350 years of age.

Allright, you're next on my post list Prince.

Last edited by Beautiful Chaos (2012-01-14 14:29:43)

OMG I love him! He looks like he'd be a complete badass! I mean seriously, dudes with a cloth covering half their face or facial scars [which is usually what the cloth covers] are always badass. It's like a law of writing or something.

And yeah, the next key our little party will be going after is Lust. I've got some real intense stuff planned. It's gonna be awesome. ^_^ Lust is going to be on a jungle planet in the unknown regions where the indigenous population is completely beautiful women [go figure ]. Not a single male. Anywhere.

The planet itself acts as a natural disruptor for nearby ships, however, due to its intense magnetic field. Iorveth can crash and we bump into him somehow. As for the Levantians... they did naturally inhabit a desert planet. Their skin pigment helped protect them. Also, I forgot to add a pic Therion's dwelling up there so well, here's that desert cave Slade walks into.
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Last edited by Beautiful Chaos (2012-01-16 10:04:54)

The whole situation on the planet where Lust is located is very complicated. There's a reason there's only women but I can't reveal that yet cause it's supposed to be a surprise. If you wish, I can set up a situation where he can be properly introduced in accordance to his personality. Not officially but I can be like "they see a figure emerging from the shadows" or something and then you can take it from there with his introduction. That sound good? Or no?

Be back to post perhaps tomorrow or the day after.
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Sounds like a plan. And yes, finally a post. Wasn't so much a lack of time but sometimes putting my ideas to paper just doesn't seem to work out right. But I managed.
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Billows of dust and smoke thicken the air, Kain clenching his teeth in frustration as a haunting voice ripples through the Force. "Kyōbōna..." ir murmurs, the single, nearly silent word weighed with such dark power it seems to slither across his skin, echoing in the depths of his mind. The vampire growls, the sound low and primal, cutting the air with a silver-hued sword, the powerful swing producing a small gust of wind which parts the obscuring cloud around him.

Hakai dramatically emerges from a similar formation of smoke and other particles, the identical yet blackened blade he wields imbued with a ferocious spirit which screams through the Force. "Kyōbōna!" it cries violently, Hakai flashing a wicked grin as those two blades suddenly clash in a heated frenzy.

"Bastard!" Kain curses through barely constrained rage, releasing an intense burst of Force energy which propels his demonic counterpart away from him. Hakai flips, successfully managing to regain his footing before he skids to a stop. Kain releases a heavy breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as if he bore some tremendous burden.

"Kyōbōna..." he whispers breathlessly, leaning upon that ageless sword for the support his knees refused to give him at the moment, his eyes tracing those ancient words etched deep into the blade. Etched deep into his soul. Blind destruction. He'd forgotten his own power. Forgotten how easily it could devour him.

Hakai cocks his head to the side in amusement. Kyōbōna was a dangerous ally and one it took a great amount of strength to bring to heel. His King's strength, however, seemed more focused on fighting the guilt of past wrongs. If he were careless now, if he did not prove himself a worthy King... then he would cease to bear that prestigious crown.

"What's wrong, eh, King?" he taunts on a small chuckle. "I'm just tryin' to 'ave a lil' fun wit' ya," he adds innocently.

The redhead's eyes narrow, a dangerous gleam to their golden shine. "Shut tha f**k up."

A devious smile curls Hakai's lips, the black-haired demon suddenly attacking Kain in an effort to make sure the other was alert and on his toes. "Don't lose yer focus!" he warns, silver and black colliding again and again, Kain struggling to block Hakai's increasingly aggressive blows. "Unless ya want me ta chop that ugly head off yer shoulders!"

"Try it!" the vampire challenges on a short breath, mustering his strength. He pushes back against Hakai's blade, forcing the other to put some distance between them. Golden eyes flare with terrifying power as Kain then brings his word up in a sharp arc. "Kyōbōna Gekido!"

For an instant, Hakai's eyes widen in surprise at the unstable arc of dark energy which erupts from Kain's blade. His King was certainly bold; he'd give him that much. Not that it would be enough to end this. Hakai raises a quick arm, the simple appendage −clad in iron skin −acting as a mighty sword which splits the beam of energy so that it misses him completely. The two halves do, however, impact with the building behind Hakai, the structure immediately crumbling as a result.

Kain gasps in shock, the insignificant sound escaping him before he can stop it, Hakai smirking in response. The demon then vanishes for an instant, reappearing as he bears down upon Kain, their blades viciously locking in that timeless struggle neither seemed to ever truly win in the end. A feral grin teases Hakai's lips. But this time would be different. This time there would be no escape for his King.

He leans forward until his words are nothing but a ghost of a whisper in Kain's ear. "Checkmate... Kyōbōna Gekido..."

o.O.o

It seemed like an eternity waiting for this nightmare to come to its final conclusion, and he was beginning to worry. While Kain's struggle with Hakai was a constant one, he'd only undergone this stage once before. Even then it had only been brought about by Slade in an attempt to confront the origins of the younger vampire's rage. The ensuing battle had lasted less than a minute, and yet it had devastated an entire city, Slade forced to combat Kain's uncontrollable inner demon on a physical as well as mental scale.

But this time, Kain was fighting against himself. And his inner demon was not a submissive beast easily quelled by an uncertain hand.

o.O.o

George walks down a narrow hallway barely illuminated by some unseen light. He seemed to know this place and the way which would lead him to his desired destination. And yet at the same time he didn't. Were he to stop and contemplate how his feet knew which path to take he would be utterly lost among a labyrinth of incomplete corridors and collapsing ruins.

The Jedi suddenly steps into an open area, sand scattered across the floor here and there, an ancient altar surrounded by unnatural flames of blue which emit an erie feel. Tattered drapes, faded by time, draw George's attention up where from their lofty height, two intimidating stone statues overlook the room. Sets of stairs lead up to another doorway which Leina and the others had slipped through not long ago.

George begins to head towards this door but finds his eyes drifting towards that scared altar as he passes, the very blood in his veins demanding he answer its silent call. The fire around the altar dims as the Jedi approaches, however, and with one last flicker it dies. The ground beneath his feet trembles, and an enormous beast bursts forth from beneath the altar, the entire ordeal throwing George against the nearest wall.

The beast abruptly turns to face him, multiple tusks protruding from jaws hidden behind an age-old mask. It roars in furious rage, pinning George beneath its bloodthirsty gaze as it charges towards him. A flash of silver suddenly brings the creature violently to its kness, however, the smell of burning flesh singeing the Jedi's nostrils. The beast groans in pain before its cry is silenced by the lightsaber plunged deep into its skull.

Slade stands to his feet, yanking that silver blade from its victim. Blue and gold seem to swirl in some fateful dance within the depths of troubled eyes as the vampire turns to face George. "It's done, dalit," he whispers, the words so soft the Jedi almost doesn't catch them. "We shouldn't waste time," he then adds, his voice still low but audible. "We're close."

...Central 49; unknown location...

Heavy footsteps send faint echoes across the massive room, armored boots clanking against that ancient floor as he slowly makes his way towards the center of the large room illuminated by a single beam of light. "Tyrael," a familiar voice calls from the darkness. "You return. I suspect the matter has been properly dealt with?"

The valsai'ium steps into the light, the putrid stench of blood suddenly so overwhelming, and the sight before them so foul, that a number of those within the chamber almost vomit. Horns protrude from either side of his skull, an eye now void of all color bleeding profusely as a darker substance leaks past his lips. Ancient words lie etched into the flesh of his chest above the universal symbol for chaos, the tattoo surrounded by skin barely held together by poor stitchwork.

Tyrael raises a weak arm, the palm of his hand marked with the blood of that demonic king, claw-like nails reaching towards the darkness as the valsai'ium falls to his knees. "I... I failed..."

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Still trying to decide what I want Dmitri and them to do next. I know I've been putting it off for a while but I mean I have an idea... I'm just trying to decide if I like it or if I just want them... idk... I'll figure it out. Anyway, I know you're probably wondering how I mixed a badass double bladed lightsaber with a knife and just got a sword. But this is only Kyōbōna's first release. You don't see the true form until the second release. Besides that sword still kicks ass.

Kyōbōna Gekido: Berserker's Roar
     A special attack with devastating power and massive destruction capabilities. A mixture of dark energy and its wielder's life force. Impossible to survive at close range.

Alright so Tyrael wasn't that torn up looking but I couldn't post something really grotesque. Besides I want him to still kinda look okay ya know? And in case you're wondering... Tyrael's now a newborn. Mortis up and changed his ass into a vampire. Wonder where all this is leading...

Also I'll be reintroducing a few vampires in the coming posts. Don't ya wonder what Razvan's been off doing this entire time? XD Think that about does it. Everything else is rather self explanatory I believe. Coming your way Prince.