Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
Registered: May 10, 2015 19:11:46 GMT -8
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 19:46:53 GMT -8
The ocean is a big place, which can lend itself to a great deal of mystery and intrigue. However, there is just as much nothingness and useless territory which has been charted and abandoned. This is one such place, a set of ancient isles with no mineral, ecological, or military worth, no mystery, nothing.
The isles are certainly ancient and perhaps of some interest to geologists, but most are busy scouting for minerals and useful materials to aid in the reconstruction of human civilization.
No one cares for these isles, and so no one will notice the mists or clouds slowly encompassing the area around it for miles, shrouding it in secrecy and silence, like a homeless man being consumed by death in an untraveled underpass.
No one will miss these isles while they are ravaged by the horrific battle about to take place...
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 20:01:50 GMT -8
She panted heavily. None of this was right. She shouldn't be here. The cycle's been broken. The life her essence was supposed to be living was wrenched away from her. Why? That mad man. She thought she knew who it was too... She felt the intense pain in her heart as the memories of this life continued to swirl and reorient themselves into a cohesive personality, a real mind, this mind. Now she could remember it all, and she knew it was going to happened.
"Please... please let that scroll be safe... please let her still be alive..." She said this to herself not even knowing if it would be her, that little girl she left alone in this world, the poor little fool who wanted so much to be like her, when no one should have to suffer the way she did, especially not her descendents. The chaos wasn't something she trained for. It chose her because she had the responsibility for it. But now a part of her hoped that little girl had grown up big and strong, or perhaps her descendents. After all, she didn't even know what year it was.
To think this dreaded possibility took place, the very one they thought she was crazy for considering. Her poor son, what would he think? The shame of his mother, being used like this.
The sharp inhales and exhales felt painful and unnatural. They were cold and sharp. Her eyes gazed upon the horizon to see yet another mage. Was it the one who summoned her? She looked down. Apparently whatever was controlling her had already prompted her to summon the black flying demon she so often relied on in her battles. The smooth, sleek feathers, the crow like visage, her old friend. If only he had been summoned under better circumstances. What was about to happen? What horrible thing would she be commanded to do?
Her own body was covered in a black cloak. She looked down and felt the bandolier... impossible. Whatever foul thing had resurrected her had also brought back this. She felt her body, still somewhat disoriented, and then she heard them, the jangling and weight of the chains... her rig?! No, was she dead?! Was the rig stolen?! "What? Oh... thank the creator." It wasn't her original rig. It was a copy, an exceptionally well made one. The original was hopefully being used to full effect by her descendents.
She was fully ready for combat, and evidently so was her opponent.
"Are you the one who brought me here?! What do you want?!"
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 20:30:49 GMT -8
There was a tearing sound as she shifted between dimensions. The wind whistled while it buffeted the rocks and the earth around her. Her eyes opened wide as the fabric of her robes flapped around her prone form. She was awakened and aware of an indescribable amount of pain as circulation found it's way to her limbs, her flesh feeling seared with the sensation of those tiny needle stabs one gets when their foot might fall asleep.
She sat up, gasping for breath. An involuntary cry found her lips while her bright eyes stared with disbelief at her trembling fingers. The woman gave a half crazed sob. No! She wasn't supposed to be here! Oh no! What was happening to her? The last thing she remembered before this was her slow and horrifying death that none should ever have to endure. Yet now here she was? Heart beating and the sensation of being able to feel again? How could this be?
The mage stumbled to her feet and took a step forward, only to find herself kicking at her staff, the familiar oaken rod with the jewel embedded at the very top. Her eyes could not get any wider. She slowly bent to retrieve the thing to look with growing disbelief.
Ragged breaths resounded from her lips as she whipped her head about, looking for signs of whoever brought her to this horrible place. She heard the sound of another nearby and pivoted, knees bent and staff at the ready... “Who's there?” she hissed, blonde curls loose and flowing around her in a halo of gold almost. She narrowed her eyes, staring at her opponent... Yes, that was an enemy, right?
Her lips curled back and she asked, “Why did you bring me here?!” Of course, there was possibly a misunderstanding about. The woman didn't care though, she was supposed to be dead and now someone was trifling with the universe and playing a god when they should never play with such power.
She was very angry at the moment. The woman with the staff should not be breathing, let alone standing there at the ready to fight. The gem glowed an almost blinding light as it charged for attack.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 20:43:00 GMT -8
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 20:46:55 GMT -8
"What's... happening... to my..." She could feel her heart beat faster. Her heart, her beating heart. She carefully examined her flesh. It was youthful flesh. Although she could feel the knowledge and memories of her old age, her flesh was youthful, in her prime even. This was brought to her attention by the sudden infusion of adrenaline and hormones that overtook her body. It wasn't reasonable or logical, but she knew that she had to fight whoever was on those rocks below. It took her a moment to realize she was in the air, being supported by her loyal servant. Her opponent had a strong magical aura. Was she the summoner or another victim of this horrible happenstance? It didn't matter. The urge to fight overpowered her.
"Let's see what you're made of."
Immediately she pulled out one of her scrolls. Whoever or whatever was controlling her wanted to see the complex myriad of combinations that she had developed in her years of experience. She felt a lustful obedience in that regard. The cold air that infused her lungs suddenly felt good. The cackling hatred... it felt good. Everything felt good. Killing felt good...
"Chaos Art: Transphasic Barrier!" The scroll burst open with a snap. Instantly a bubble of black, swirling energy appeared around her. It was transparent, but only just. It was dark, and had the chromatic shine of an oil slick. From within the powerful shield she cast two more spells. She had no need to call their names for they came naturally to her. With a thought, seven more flying demonic creatures appeared in the field, smaller than the creature she was riding on but more vicious and unearthly in appearance, with bloated skulls and sharp teeth, scaly, slimy skin, and cold dead white eyes. Each one had an arcane glyph on its neck for some unknown purpose, unknown to anyone but the caster, of course.
The woman would then reach for a small obsidian knife and cut herself on the palm of her hand, causing blood to flow freely, Each drop glittered violently with a violet energy and did not flow to the ground. Instead the drops expanded into little spheres, like stars.
The shield would not remain longer than a few more seconds, and as soon as it collapsed she would show her opponent just how she became a legend.
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 20:53:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 21:00:04 GMT -8
“Fool...” She started to laugh... “Scrolls? I need no scrolls to get MY point across.” Her shoulders shook and she raised the staff. A barrier formed around her in an iridescent shimmer. She would not take much damage by magic at that point. They would have to physically duke it out until the scroll and spell wore off. From that point, the mage, who was a legend in her own right lifted her chin and sneered at her opponent... She lifted her left hand, palm up, then gave a “come here” motion before cutting the air with a chop like motion. She then gripped the staff and charged toward the other woman, her own body lifting from the earth as she moved to the same level as the other. Wings, similar to that of angel wings, wide, white, and feathery... They spread in a wide frame on either side of her lithe form. “Why... did... you... wake me?” She growled, almost spitting the words out in that accusatory tone she had. She sent the pointed end of the staff around in a rather skillful move, the oak whistling through the air with the force. This one was strong, her toned muscles flexing with little effort as she engaged in battle with the stranger. She was under the same assumption about the other that the other was under about her, that the opposite person had awakened her from her death. And she wasn't happy about it. She was of a firm belief that death should remain untouched, for evil could be unleashed upon the world if one did not know what they were doing. Even though the one she was trying to use her staff upon wasn't the one who woke her, ? had the idea that knew exactly who did, and she meant to beat the shit out of her to find out.
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 21:18:57 GMT -8
"Creative, aren't you?!" She never expected a powerful magic user to try to attack her physically of all things! She surmised the enemy caster's barrier must repel magic attacks, or she wouldn't be stupid enough to attack her head on. Still, she decided it was best to see if such a barrier should be taken seriously...
As the shield collapsed, the full brilliance of the starry violet spheres which surrounded her became apparent. There were well over a dozen spheres, brimming with dark energy waiting to be violently ejected into the world. As her enemy approached, she decided to fly backwards while dismissing six of the seven creatures she had summoned earlier to parts unknown. With a wave of her hand the first six unfurled their grotesque bodies and flew off at subsonic speeds in all directions.
She kept one in reserve and had it charge head-on towards her brazen opponent.
Whatever happened, she would sneer at her opponent's audacity as her spheres trembled and pulsated, begging for the chance to kill. The wound on her hand meanwhile was well on the way to regenerating. It would be healed in a minute at most.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 21:29:01 GMT -8
Without even batting an eye, she swung the glowing end of her staff toward the beast that had been unleashed upon her, sending a powerful beam of light magic toward the thing. If it hit, the creature would shatter into shards of light. There was a reason she was so brazen. When one was as angry as she felt, one did what they could to get some sort of justice for the wrong that caused the anger in the first place.
Assuming the beast had shattered, the mage tilted her head downward and stared as if piercing her enemy with daggers. “You can do better than that.” She then shot upward into the sky at a frightening speed, up, up, up until she was but a speck to the woman's gaze before she came down like some jet with engine problems. The sound of steel could be heard hissing from the staff as a hidden blade came hissing out. Chains rattled as the bottom part of the staff fell to her side and the blade is swiped toward the enemy.
Regardless of whether it hit or not, the other woman might soon realize that she was up against a powerful force, and whoever awakened it was either rather ballsy, or rather stupid for having done so.
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 21:51:53 GMT -8
"You're right. I can." In a flash, the cloaked woman disappeared. Her enemy was about to find herself faced with one of the pulsating spheres, a pit of pure dark energy and terror that was left behind as she changed positions. The "dark energy bomb" would release its energy as a contained blast with a fixed diameter (about 40 meters), and anything caught within it would be incinerated by evil flames instantly, while the ashes were blown to the winds with concussive force. The dark energy bomb was an extremely high caliber attack which could easily shatter a dragon's wings. And the combat mage still had plenty floating around her.
Speaking of which, her new position had taken her and her spheres atop one of the flying demons, for the glyphs were in fact beacons which allowed her to teleport around them efficiently. It was the perfect strategy to allow her to engage multiple enemies at once, or perhaps one very stupid one. The combat mage controlled the field. Planning and tactics go a long way.
Gazing at her foe from afar, the combat mage decided perhaps that stunt might not be enough. She raised her hands and allowed a massive surge of energy to flow into her body, preparing for another attack.
A thought briefly crossed her mind, a pleasant one surprisingly. She suddently remembered her granddaughter getting stuck in a tree as she tried to teach her teleportation. In all the anger and chaos, the thought of the sweet little child actually made her crack a smile.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 22:06:30 GMT -8
“Very well done, child...” said a voice behind the other when the smoke cleared... “But not good enough. You've bitten off more than you could chew with me.” And that was the last thing the woman might hear for several, long minutes? Was the battle over? Where was the mage at?
The other would have to wonder and wait, for the one who spoke in her ear was taking her sweet time in reappearing. It seems they might be evenly matched, the two women who were suddenly brought back to life by a mysterious person. Both of them should be angry.
The angelic looking woman floated down in front of the other, blade gleaming. This woman had sacrificed her life on purpose to save the one she loved most in the world. She had faced horrors that were unspeakable. Had her death been in vain?
She hovered silently before her opponent and spoke without her lips moving, “Who are you? You never answered me. Why did you bring me back from my rest? Why could you not let me remain in peace? I was dead. I slept a very long sleep in my tomb, only to awaken here as if nothing had happened. You can understand my anger, can you not?”
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 10, 2015 23:09:20 GMT -8
The combat mage looked up at her, hissing and seething. "Funny, I was about to ask you the same question. This isn't my life anymore. I was also ACH-" Suddenly she felt an intense pain in her chest. A surge of endorphins crawled into her blood stream. The mage's chest heaved and more anger and hatred flowed into her neck and arms. She gasped. "What the-"
A third voice intruded itself upon their conversation. "Just a few more rounds my honored guests. I want to see your full potential..." The voice was mouth-less and just seemed to roll through the atmosphere. It didn't have much of a feel to it. It was almost genderless, perhaps more on the masculine side. It was... comforting, warm... so warm... The mage's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she shuddered. There was no resisting. She gasped and allowed these feelings to take over. Presumably whatever was controlling her was also controlling her opponent.
"Yes... master..." She looked up at her opponent and smiled weakly. "You.. have... her face..." In an instant however her countenance changed. The anger and blithe ignorance were restored. Everything was restored. The battlefield of course had not changed.
The mage looked at her opponent, trying to figure out how she survived that attack. And why use physical attacks when she was clearly an accomplished caster? As she thought this, a blackness spilled out of her eyes and ears and mouth. The energy she had built, instead of flowing outward into her hands, went back into her body. Her blood stream now coursed with blackness. Her arm muscles tensed and her legs strained against the winged beast below her.
"So she wants melee, huh?" She thought to herself.
However, out loud she said, "Seems like you're the one with your mouth full. I control the field!" She gestured her hands outward at the other winged creatures, who were circling them both like vultures, all with their glyphs ready to receive her. There she waited, hoping the brute would take the bait...
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 8:58:40 GMT -8
"Very well... A few more rounds." She growled, "And then you tell us why we are awake!” She was the one used to giving orders... After all, she had been royalty in her lifetime. Her eyes flashed in her anger and she merely smiled as her opponent decided to drop her “balls” and fill the field with creatures all around. She would slowly sheath that wicked blade again and she would say, “It seems like you do this just for show, all this magic.” As she spoke, she gathered her own energies, balls of white like shifting toward her and building up into a glow. “But where does all this power take you?” She raised her hand over her head and a large ball of the same light began to form, the sound of electricity might be heard, “Summoning beasties and showing off. It's all about power, isn't it?” Her words spat out toward the end of that little speech.
Her hand dropped to pointing toward her foe and she would release the energy. The light seemed to flash in a blinding way for a rather large radius, electric crackling everywhere as it might strike all those beings. And then she would start to send ball after ball of the energy toward her foe. Whenever one of the balls hit rock, there would be a spray of shards.
When her fun was over with that, she tilted her head back, and sent a bunch of the balls of light toward the sky. The clouds began to churn in earnest, a dark whirlwind of clouds. Rain began to drop in curtains, lightening flashed, making the scene that much more epic and boss like. She gently floated to the ground and knelt, and yelled over the rain, “What are you so afraid of with an honorable fight? Are you afraid to be defeated with fist cuffs? Pity... But I suppose you get what you ask for, right?” She laughed, “It's your move!”
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 11, 2015 10:30:02 GMT -8
The combat mage ordered her creatures to fly out as far as possible and avoid the lightning. "You accuse me of being all about power?! You're obviously as much of a freak as I am!"
She analyzed the balls of white light her opponent was launching at her and dodged what she could. They didn't seem that powerful and she felt it'd be a shame to counter them with her dark energy bombs, but then she also noticed a similar magic had affected the weather. As she flew around she speculated that the spheres had something to do with positively charged ions, which meant the spheres that were missing her and striking the rock were charging the earth beneath her.
She sneered. She decided she was on to her opponent's plan. The enemy was most likely planning to carpet-bomb her side of the field with lightning if she stayed at far range too long. Luckily that was unlikely to happen. Or did her opponent forget she could teleport?
In a flash, she reappeared right behind her enemy and grasped her around the neck, putting her in a choke hold. Her legs wrapped around her waist. The dark energy that surged through her blood and flowed through her vessels to the point of spilling out her orifices drastically improved her physical abilities, so if her opponent did nothing, she would be crushed.
"We're resurrected puppets." She snarled. "You're a fool if you think there's anything honorable about this fight!"
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 11:07:36 GMT -8
She had more than just some silly lightening tricks in mind. As soon as the other had appeared behind her and put her in the move – Something she allowed, for she had the power to teleport too and could just as easily disappear – she merely smirked. Razor sharp thorns about an inch in length protruded from her skin, and her body started to mutate into a plant like being... Her very skin seemed to stiffen and roughen into a bark like texture as she choked a little from the hold the other had on her.
Croeria reached behind her and grabbed for the back of Lynx's head, her nails digging into flesh as they were locked in the ultimate battle. Blood spat from between Croeria's lips and she choked out, “I may be a puppet but I have some honor left in my soul... Which is... more... than... I can say... about you!” With some effort, she wrenched herself free from the other and whirled around to face her.
“So here we are... Neither of us will win this. After all, I can smell my blood running through your veins.” With that, she smirked and sent her fist crashing toward Lynx's face, thorns and all,
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Lynx
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 11, 2015 11:39:17 GMT -8
"Honor...?" She thought to herself. "She believes in honor?"
"Chaos Art: Twilight Dancers!"
Lynx raised both her hands. A surge of light energy shot through her right chain, and dark energy her left. The scepter on her back glowed violently, resonating with the first instance of chaos magic to actually be produced by its owner since she passed away (the energy stored in the scroll not withstanding). Both the chains and her cloak rattled violently. The wind around her became distorted and chaotic. A split second later a great, shining maw of pure light, accompanied by a black, tar-like snake of darkness boiled out from a tiny point on each of Lynx's palms. The wyrms roared with anger at Croeria's insult. The being of darkness incarnate whirled and screeched its way around Lynx's body, protecting her, while the being of light thrashed at Croeria as she leaped towards her.
"There! You think just because I'm attuned to the darkness that somehow makes me honor-less? You think just because you wield light, I can't, or that using the power of light somehow makes you good?"
The dark energy bombs from before began to lose their cohesion as they screeched towards Lynx. She recalled them so that they could bombard Croeria where ever she went.
"What do you know about pain?! What do you know about honor? Do you know what I went through to become what I was? Do you know about the people I loved and protected, or failed to protect, or the people I had to kill? Do you think I wanted this power?!"
A few of the bombs became unstable and circled around towards Lynx, detonating and splitting the sky just behind her in case of a sneak attack.
"This power chose me!"
Images of her son Raynor and her granddaughter Jun flashed in her mind, reminding her of all the love she felt in her life. Her friends, her clan... her enemies... her mother... Maintaining the light in her heart was the secret to wielding chaos magic. She felt that a being like her opponent, who clearly thought highly of herself and her so-called honor would never understand the type of balance, understanding, love, hatred, and determination it took to be chosen by the chaos.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 13:17:49 GMT -8
“What do I know about pain? Do you even know who I am?!” She was beyond angry now, she growled and used all her might to block the attacks, no longer concerned with sending out more offenses. “I am Croeria... I was torn limb from limb while yet still alive because of the greed of other people. I lost everything that was mine, and you ask me what I know of pain?”
She gave a disgusted scoff and yelled toward the sky, “I am not yours to command. I revoke you!” And then she disappeared in a flash of light. What did she care if the thing killed her again? She would rather have remained dead in the first place, resting where she had been for centuries. Her heart ached.
And then images of Croeria's last days were slammed toward Lynx... The horrible death she had died... Her young daughter's eyes wide with fright before she fled, the anger of thousands, the sight of the Usque in flames as she lay on some stone platform, tortured for no reason other than greed.
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
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Post by Lynx on May 11, 2015 17:59:07 GMT -8
In those few seconds Lynx became lucid and aware. Something about their confrontation had created a telepathic link between them, though she wasn't sure what. But whatever it was, it temporarily broke the necromancer's control on their minds.
If Croeria was receptive, she would see images of Lynx's past, being abused as a child, her more and father both capable of horrific acts both to her and each other. She would see her abandoned in the rain as a little girl, taken in by a group of benevolent wizards. She would see her best friend's death at the hands of her mother, and the cataclysmic battle between them where only she walked away. She'd see marked graves, and for a split second Jun and Raynor in their youth.
"Did... that woman escape?" Her former opponent was no longer an enemy, just a mysterious woman.
"No..." Lynx was startled and turned to look all over her. "Who are you?!" She cried.
"Croeria did not escape... she is still very much my pawn, just like you. I do apologize. You may speak with her later, if you wish. I imagine she'll be far more calm."
At these last works Lynx felt the strength of her consciousness subside. Everything melted away. Her field of vision darkened.
"Don't worry, you'll be back..."
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Physical Description: Slender, and tall, although not overtly overbearing. A mess of mouse brown hair sits atop his head, and what skin is exposed betrays a pale complexion.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a plain, nondescript porcelain mask — little more than a geometry to obscure his face with two ghastly ovular holes for sight — and sporting a tattered robe torn in long vertical strips, his only equipment is a long sword strung and sheathed in an unusual fashion across the small of his back, and a silver arrowhead hanging from a yarn around his neck, enchanted to ward off magic.
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Post by Sagan on May 12, 2015 17:37:25 GMT -8
Sagan sat watching the battle halfway between awe and annoyance, reclining on a raised dais of water weathered stone, wondering how much worse happenstance could possibly get. He'd been on his way to Medan — a pilgrim of the strangest sorts, in search of a new home to ply his craft — no one had ever told him that there'd be anything in his way as he approached the coast. Much less an arcane daemon summoned from the netherworlds by a resurrected zombie.
But it wasn't that that bothered him. Even as a man who usually kept his distance from magics of any sort, preferring to leave such things to those who had the time or patience to have any semblage of an understanding of the sort, he was just as contented as the next to watch sorcerers in their duels. No, it was the fact that whoever was summoning such apparitions was too damned distracted to keep them under perfect control. Or perhaps it was the architect's fault, allowing such distractions to manifest themselves in the first place.
Either way, his boat was gone, shredded like paper by the daemon, and now he was stuck far too uncomfortably close to the crossfire between two powerful magi, and in the sort of mood that would drive men with lesser restraint to do something stupid.
But then, he thought as he fingered the silver arrowhead hanging from his neck, problems often present their own solutions. Especially if their architects are stupid enough to not forgo the preparations necessary to prevent the lapses he was witnessing...
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 100 years... technically
Physical Description: 5'6" lean, slender, fair skin with a slight olive hue, strong epicanthic fold, strong cheek bones but a weak jaw, brown eyes
Clothes and Equipment: Black cloak, a bandolier with scrolls, a metallic, artificial-looking scepter strapped to her lower back, with chains running to gauntlets on both arms...
Registered: May 10, 2015 19:11:46 GMT -8
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Post by Lynx on May 12, 2015 18:16:11 GMT -8
With both Lynx and Croeria gone for now, Sagan would find the area to be calm and for the clouds to be slowly dissipating. Without the two mages locked in combat, it was just a perfectly ordinary group of isles, whose only distinct feature was age. The isles were millions of years old and had seen far worse, their bases weathered to look like giant mushrooms in the ocean.
The magi's battle did leave a mess of things. One of the isles had been bombarded by Croeria's attacks, and so there was a great deal of rubble and upturned earth. But the seismic activity caused by the blasts apparently dislodged an old raft that had been left behind on the rocks by the last geological survey team. The raft slowly glided along the current, eventually landing on a rocky outcropping, perhaps the very same one the pilgrim was ruminating over his misfortune on?
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