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Post by Alexandra Feanor on Mar 5, 2017 23:30:57 GMT
Alexandra had been trying to block out what she could around her but the sudden charge of the creature worried her hand twitching and about to move from the stone until it dropped before her, unmoving. Her eyes found Solaiel standing there and giving her a blade to use in defense of herself. She could smell the magic on the blade and her nose wrinkled a bit but she accepted the item, curious about it. She returned to the focus at hand, staring at the stone that rested in the floor and started to step back to drag her hands up. As they rose, so too did the stone, tiles being ripped up and cracking while from under them the floor began to collect into a shaking mass and the stone slowly lifting on the back of the creation. Her hands still remained in the air, aimed at the stone and ribbons of light reaching out to connect to the stone as she began finish off the creation of hers. It would take a rather sizable chunk of the floor out from under it, slowly creating a shallow crater but in the end a stone warrior would stand in front of her, with its body shaking and Alexandra hunched over behind it, catching her breath. It was then she saw Rhun and her voice seized up in her throat. She didn't know how to answer him and to spare him the events that had happened so instead she shook her head and spoke up. "We need to focus on what is happening now Rhun, I suggest that we deal with these beings before more people are harmed." Her hand reached for the sword and smiled at the two, still breathing hard before focusing on the situation once more and using the golem as a shield for her.
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Post by Solaiel on Mar 6, 2017 1:23:27 GMT
The emissary from Therien watched as Rhun reached for a nonexistent weapon at his side before retrieving a display sword from a plaque on the wall. Alexandra soon rose from her kneeling position with a new construct starting to rise out of the floor with her. The queen took the elvish sabre that he offered. It was his own personal blade. An artifact from his youth that stood out with fine ornate engravings. Rhun extended his new wall ornament sword towards him, and Solaiel ran two fingertips along the length of the sword's fuller and ridge. No words were spoken as he did this. There was no incantation, and certainly no glowing runes that imbued the sword with elemental or holy glow. Solaiel might ultimately end up being mistaken as a necromancer before the battle was through, but he was far from any kind of human sorcerer. He was a magical being at the core. He had no need for incantations or ritual. From the faux human man's fingertips came the very essence of his being. The power of his birthright soaked into the steel as it imbued the blade with the essence of darkness itself. Black tendrils of smoke rose from the blade and almost seemed to drip from it like fog at the same time. The smoke would follow the blade as it moved as if the blade itself generated it. One could argue that fire could not be used to fight fire. Shadow could not be used to cut shadow. However, the dragon known as Dawnbreaker was the very essence of hunger and of consumption. His power was not simply darkness, but the primal nature of hunger and consumption took the form of darkness. The shadowed blade could consume the energy of the intangible shades that regular steel could not touch. The enemy might have been of the shadows, but they paled beside Solaiel's raw willpower and presence as an ant might pale beside the downward force of a boot. "Yes ... a fitting blade for your vengeance. The shades moved quick and struck your line before I could react. You have received two battlefield promotions this day, your majesty. You are now king of your people." That same hand that empowered his blade now moved up and grasped at Llewlyn's collar. He gave the young man a firm shake to keep him rooted in the present. "You must rally your people! I will stand with you as I did at Brecken Town." The lord released Rhun and twirled to look at the presence of light that he felt at his back. There was a young paladin elf entering the fray with a dagger that glowed as she weaved through strands of darkness. A serving girl with sunken eyes and gaunt cheeks was racing to attack her. The girl's hands dripped crimson with blood. Once more Solaiel's hand rose and again the shadows were pulled into the embrace of his palm where they were consumed. The serving girl dropped to the ground before she could reach Talaiel. The shade that had possessed her was no more. "Stand with us, holy one! I know not where these shades came from," responded the faux man. Cannon fodder had kept the strongest shadows from reaching them. Now the death toll was high enough that their line of resistance was the front line. Bodies littered the room. Solaiel could release his presence more to consume more of the dark energies that manifested into monsters, but he'd place the others at great harm if he opened the flood gates too much. Rhun Llewelyn Talaiel Alexandra Feanor
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Post by Solaiel on Mar 30, 2017 1:35:37 GMT
The two largest of the shadowspawn rushed their line at that moment. One collided into Alexandra's golem as the second easily knocked a knight out of the way in it's approach of the defenders. Solaiel turned from Talaiel at the sound of the clatter of armor plate. He found himself facing the largest horror. One of it's dark tentacles hardened into a spike and ran the Therienese noble straight through before he could react. The man's mouth opened exhaling a gasp of air rushing out as the impact hit. Instinct took over instantaneously as the faux man gripped the darkness that impaled him. The spike disappeared and his other hand reached up toward the horror. Pain seemed to wrack the creature as it let out a blood curdling scream of anguish. Rough flesh and shadow tentacles flailed madly as his hand closed into a fist. "YOU DARE?!"Solaiel's voice was massive all of a sudden. It filled the room as if coming from the throat of his true form rather than the man that stood there still. The dragon's true magical essence now sheared through the deception of his human form. His eyes were suddenly bestial green with slit pupils. "DIE!"Light faded from the very air a few feet around Solaiel as everything that made the horror was suddenly ripped from it's very being. The mass of flesh and bone fell to the floor in a lifeless mound. Strength failed Sol at that moment as he too collapsed to the floor. He placed his hand over his wound while using his free arm to try and drag himself away from battle. Thick dragons blood leaked from human flesh as his black silk coat glistened and left a streak on the stone floor. It was a battle to keep consciousness. The energy that he had ripped from the horror was too poor of a fuel to heal himself with. A chuckle left the man's mouth despite the situation. He went through the entire battle of Therien without revealing himself to Alexandra. Now he lost his composure from a single wound. Alexandra Feanor Rhun Llewelyn Talaiel
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Post by Alexandra Feanor on Mar 30, 2017 17:01:27 GMT
Alexandra had taken no time nor choose to hesitate when the first creature slammed into the construct that stood infront of her. She let the blade given to her cut along the bottom of the dress, so that she my free up her legs a bit better before finally focusing on the creature which tried to punch through the stone and rip her protector apart. The golem in turn stood and took the blow as chunks of stone and sinister sounding scratches filled her ears. She smiled through and drew the blade back, gliding it over her hand and letting it cut into her flesh just barely and crimson blood started to cover its edge as she breathed in and spoke a few words. It was a trick the opposite she had been shown and worked much like her own healing magics but this was not for healing. "Mé íobairt mo chuid fola a thabhairt duit Gynthas" Her hand left the blade and for a second the blade sparked before igniting, and with the flames she stabbed forward and as if on command the golem's center opened up and her blade passed right through it, the flames covering the blade making contact with the demon and igniting the blood and flesh after a mere moment, watching as a similar spear of shadows tried to carve into her face, barely missing as she turned her head to the side. Her smile grew as she grabbed onto that shadowy spear with her hand and pulled, her hand burning from the creature's disgusting magic but further impaling the creature until her golem finished the job. Its hands raising and then slamming down on the creature, the sound of bones cracking and filling the air. She breathed a bit heavier and withdrew the sword, her free hand looking as if it were burned thanks to that creature's foul appearance. It was not the only thing which tore her attention though as a voice boomed and she glanced for a half second back at the man who she had fought with before. He was run through, she could see that much but he moved as if he were fine for someone run through by these demons. She also had a sick feeling coming from Solaiel now, one she had to tear her focus from and look at the others. She and Solaiel had been doing well enough but they would not be able to save everyone from these creatures and she looked at the room before her Golem again. She needed to draw the creatures to here and for that to happen she needed their attention. With her still bleeding hand she bent down and placed it on the ground moving her hand and marking the ground while her golem would keep her safe, hoping that this would help quell their numbers a bit or else they would face a larger problem. She hated to use the holy magic that was taught by the Moonlight Priestess', but at this moment it was probably her only option.
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Post by Talaiel on Apr 5, 2017 5:28:40 GMT
Alexandra Feanor Solaiel Rhun Llewelyn Talaiel staggered back as the shadow things rushed them. She ducked under a limb and cut it through with her dirk, muttering prayers under her breath. Well, half were prayers and half were profanities. Another arrow gleamed with holy light, just as the one man was run through and suddenly got very loud. His form flickered and she stared. He was not who she had thought he was going to be. But she staggered back as the elf lady stabbed through the golem. They both seemed to be enjoying this whole darkness this a little too much, minus the being stabbed part. But for someone who was just stabbed by an evil shadow demon, he seemed in really good shape. He could still move, after all. Most humans wouldn't be able to. Another shadow thing cut towards her and smacked against her torso. Talaiel flew backwards, dropping the bow and arrow as she slammed into a table. Something rang in her ears and she shook her head to clear it. The faen dagger lay a leap away. But the shadow lay between it and her, while her arrows were scattered across the floor. All she had was the panpipes. Hardly weapons... but she knew a bit of glamour. She hefted the pipes and took a deep breath, praying silently and pushing that prayer into the music. She began to play, weaving prayers in with the fae magic, a tapestry of audible light that wound its way around her and spread outwards, spiraling and dancing like leaves on the breeze. Notes bounced and danced back forth, trilling over fallen furniture, waterfalls of golden melody, before pooling along the floor like the shady watering holes that lay heavy under the weight of their years, untouched by mortal feet. Talaiel stopped in surprise, the music cutting suddenly out, and the enchantment began to fade. She started to play again, pushing herself back against the table as the shadow thing got trapped the web of music that surrounded it. She paused for a moment to catch another quick breath and inched towards the dagger, watching the closest horrors in case they decided to go after her or the others.
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Post by Solaiel on Apr 6, 2017 2:18:01 GMT
With one arm, Solaiel dragged himself across the floor as best as he could with weakening muscles. Blood loss started to make him feel cold and light headed. The faux man had only gained a few precious paces away before giving up and rolling onto his back. He stared at the ceiling as the sounds of shades and knights fought around him. Those sounds were growing fainter even though the fighting was as heated as ever. Consciousness wouldn't last much longer. It wasn't the first time that his arrogance had seen him wounded severely. That was something Solaiel wouldn't have admitted to though. He had enough arrogance left over to refuse to see fault in himself. This was merely a setback. He might lose strings he was trying to tie to Gyn and Breconhall. It couldn't yet be said how Rhun and Alexandra would react to knowing they had fought in the company of a dragon. Never the less he wasn't going to die here like some fool knight trying to spill his own blood for someone else's cause. The man turned his head to the side and saw two servants hiding behind a stout serving table that had been upended. His mind reached out to the the man and woman. Mentally he caressed at the energy that bound them to existence. It wasn't something that could be seen, though Talaiel and Alexandra might have felt it if they were sensitive enough in their craft. Solaiel then grasped upon that essence and forcefully ripped it away. He was like the abyss ravenously consuming all light that tried to pierce it. There was a slight moments pause as the soul energy resisted being moved, and then both servants crumpled into the floor lifeless. The flesh around Sol's gaping wound started to close up then as skin and muscle began to grow back into place. He had consumed life to give to himself. A moment later and the Thierenese noble was pushing himself back onto his feet with renewed vigor. His fading presence became volcanic once more as it filled the room. Subtle disguises were of no point now. In that instant the human form disappeared. It became a black mist like smoke. The dark energy formed into a tendril and snaked its way across the room before bursting out at the window opening of a nearby wall. Rock exploded everywhere as a sizable hole in the wall had been left in his wake. Quickly disappearing into the horizon was the form of a black dragon. The beating sound of wings faded as it grew distant. Alexandra Feanor Talaiel
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Post by Alexandra Feanor on Apr 13, 2017 7:18:50 GMT
Solaiel TalaielAlexandra's hand twitched as it bled on the ground, still working to create the runes she required for this to work and trying her magic into the blood she spilled, grimacing at the pain as she tried to focus on keeping the flow of power constant. If the wound wasn't enough, she was having a hard time even brushing the runes into the ground, careful not to place her hand itself upon the stone in hope to avoid causing more damage. The only thing protecting her while she did this was the Golem, and those who stood beside it. She had seen Solaiel wounded, an issue she worried over but knew she could not help him with how things were at the moment. There was another two she worried about. Rhun was probably holding himself but he was a knight as far as she knew, skilled against foes like herself but against demons like these could he harm them significantly enough? The second was an elf who smelled of holy magics, although it was a small scent at first, almost unnoticeable to her until the sight of an arrow caught her attention and the effect it had on the demons clear enough. Her own actions had already caused damage to her dominant arm and her left hand was bleeding from her own actions, without the Golem she would be dead. That is what brought her back to the magic and she placed her hand over the center of the runes that were hastily and without contact crafted by her blood, holding it there while she spoke the words to herself. "Glac mo chuid fola agus caitheadh ríu trócaire arna dheonú ag The Máthair. Glac mo chroí agus í a úsáid chun glacadh leis na anamacha i do ghrásta. Glac mo flesh agus í a úsáid chun glacadh leis na deamhain i do solas. Cleanse an áit agus a chosaint dhaoine ar spéis leo éilíonn tú ag aon ainm eile." He body went stiff, her breath leaving her and her blood flow stopped as she sat there. For a singular moment, the air chilled around her and she slumped forward but did not strike the ground with her body. It was then that the runes would glow a bit and start to take form, drawing together and the crimson blood which had been shed started to collect and stand as a liquid being which could not form into a fully sized being. Instead, it stood as a small pillar-like spear, tipped with a spade-like head. Alexandra's body shook again before reaching out to grab onto the spear and smiled a cruel one, her eyes blank but grin wide. "Moladh na máthar trócaire." Her hand picked at the liquid spire, focusing on the creature which had once been Rhun's father and focussing on it as a bit of the spire split off and shot forth, aiming to strike at the creature without Alexandra moving or any sign of breath came from her. The Golem still standing before her and protecting her while she would continue the process of shattering the spire and sending out its fragments at the shadowed beings, aiming to strike each in the center of its being.
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