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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 21:58:57 GMT -5
The horse galloped faster then it had ever before, yet the beating hoofs still failed to keep pace with the beating of its riders heart. It had been loosed once again. The demon was coming closer to the surface. Only one man had been there with him. He was the only man who might know how to help.
He at last found his friend. Engaged in a duel with a stranger wearing armor darker then night. His friend, how long it had been since they had last journeyed, how long it had been since a curse had chosen each of them. The different curses, yet each serving the same master, the same purpose.
He watched as his long lost friend began to strike using his strange weapon, the Akiviri Claymore as he had called it. The smooth strikes, the wondrous skill that blessed the wielder. Such a beautiful thing at first. A friend called Narlock battled a losing enemy using all the skills at his command. ***
He beautifully flowed between strikes. First an over head strike, which twisted into a slash across the belly of his opponent, which became an elegant strike meant to behead his opponent. Each strike found its target but the well crafted armor stopped all but the last blow.
The battle was his. He turned to the crowd and saw a friend, he knew he was there. The near telepathic bond of friendship they shared had told him. The link between their curses had confirmed it. How he had missed Phoenix Blade, as he now called himself. As he was led to believe the arena was a risky venture, but his friend had what it took to survive. If not he always had a little help.
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Post by dogonda on Nov 1, 2006 22:03:50 GMT -5
It wasnt very clear... No offense.
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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 22:08:11 GMT -5
none taken....will work on it next installment
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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 22:09:47 GMT -5
just to make sure this is clear...whenever I do this *** it means hes changin perspective...I mean me....well that was an example
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Post by dogonda on Nov 1, 2006 22:10:55 GMT -5
The horse galloped faster then it had ever before, yet the beating hoofs still failed to keep pace with the beating of its riders heart. It had been loosed once again. The demon was coming closer to the surface. Only one man had been there with him. He was the only man who might know how to help.
He at last found his friend. Engaged in a duel with a stranger wearing armor darker then night. His friend, how long it had been since they had last journeyed, how long it had been since a curse had chosen each of them. The different curses, yet each serving the same master, the same purpose.
He watched as his long lost friend began to strike using his strange weapon, the Akiviri Claymore as he had called it. The smooth strikes, the wondrous skill that blessed the wielder. Such a beautiful thing at first. A friend called Narlock battled a losing enemy using all the skills at his command. ***
name his friend, it makes it so much easier.
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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 22:29:39 GMT -5
"So what brings you to my neck of the woods friend," Narlock said a large smile plastered on his face.
"If only that reason were as happy as I were, then we could have a good time. Unfortunately I have come for a reason of sorrow," was Phoenix's response.
"You had best tell me friend, for I doubt anyone else will be able to help."
The story had left Narlock in a state of shock, the demon had risen once again. If the demon were to assimilate Phoenix it would wield a great power. Phoenix's death might slow it down, but in the end it would become only more powerful.
These thoughts ran through their minds, and at once they both said "So what can we do?"
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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 22:30:57 GMT -5
The horse galloped faster then it had ever before, yet the beating hoofs still failed to keep pace with the beating of its riders heart. It had been loosed once again. The demon was coming closer to the surface. Only one man had been there with him. He was the only man who might know how to help. He at last found his friend. Engaged in a duel with a stranger wearing armor darker then night. His friend, how long it had been since they had last journeyed, how long it had been since a curse had chosen each of them. The different curses, yet each serving the same master, the same purpose. He watched as his long lost friend began to strike using his strange weapon, the Akiviri Claymore as he had called it. The smooth strikes, the wondrous skill that blessed the wielder. Such a beautiful thing at first. A friend called Narlock battled a losing enemy using all the skills at his command. *** name his friend, it makes it so much easier. I did...just wanted to build a little....because well thats the character that is in that dead tournament we have in the role playing section....
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Post by dogonda on Nov 1, 2006 22:33:00 GMT -5
Okay, I will get to that when I have some time sorry.
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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 22:34:42 GMT -5
nah its OK...that was just the reason I felt like building the suspense a little...If I could I would include the character I created for the Tribes RP
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Post by me on Nov 1, 2006 22:54:45 GMT -5
"There is only one thing we can do I guess," Phoenix finally said, "Make another trip to Akivir. There we found the curse, there we may find a cure."
"That would be easier said then done, my friend. Now that the crisis with the oblivion gates is over, the imperial army is building a wall on the northern border to guard against further incursions. They also said they wish to keep foolish adventurers..."
At this Phoenix struggled to hold in his laughter.
"From entering the land of Akivir."
Phoenix finally burst out in laughter. "It would seem as if they were to late to prevent our journey," he managed before turning serious, "but I fear that we may need to go once again."
"Agreed."
"How then shall we cross? As you said the army is guarding the border jealously."
"We may need to call upon a friend," Narlock finally said.
"I only hope he thinks of us so kindly," was Phoenix's reply.
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Post by me on Nov 2, 2006 0:13:12 GMT -5
I forgot who was the paranoid guy in Oblivion???
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Post by Maliku on Nov 2, 2006 23:18:12 GMT -5
I'm liking the story so far.
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Post by me on Nov 3, 2006 2:04:10 GMT -5
"I cannot believe that all our former friends have either gone insane, or died," Narlock shouted as they entered Phoenix's house.
"Well there is still one person that we know," Phoenix said tenetivley.
"No hes gone 'respectable' now, and can't be bothered by our petty problems," Narlock replied sarcastically.
"Don't worry he'll help."
"He probably thinks we're the reason he went to jail."
"I said dont worry."
"Fine, but it is your head if your wrong."
"Fine now where is the 'Champion of Cyrodil' gone to now."
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Post by me on Nov 3, 2006 23:19:12 GMT -5
The Phoenix and the warrior rode across the darkened land. The stars above twinkled in the twilight. Animals of all kinds paused to look at the figures on horse back, some even considered attacking before noticing the aura of power, an aura of primal, demonic, yet subtly human power.
They had ridden many miles, and had suffered the same silence during the entire trip. Such luck almost never held though. A warriors cry pierced the darkness, as a golden scaled figure charged at them. They had seen the golden scaled people, during their trip into Akivir.
Their golden scaled opponent summoned a beast from the Akivir's separate plain of hell. A lumbering hulk stepped from the golden light. It sported three different demonic eyes, and a single horn atop its scaly head. It stood as tall as an ogre, and each hand ended in a set of claws. Finally A mouthful of yellow teeth completed the horrifying image.
With a terrible roar it swiped at the black steeds they were riding. The horses fell with bloody gashes decorating there flanks. It swiped yet again, but phoenix jumped onto its arm and sent a wave of fire up its arm.
The warrior Narlock rolled forward under its outstretched arm and attacked the golden scaled menace with his Akiviri Claymore. It batted the swipe aside with a furious beat of its spear before another golden scale came from the forest. It tried to spit Narlock, but he had rolled away from the strike before it could reach him. Another snarling beast erupted from the forest and the fight began in earnest.
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Post by Maliku on Nov 4, 2006 20:58:37 GMT -5
Akivir is cool stuff.
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