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Apr 19, 07 at 10:59pm ^Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Over]
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...catastraphe as Tos'Doon Dilphinmore
2. Dark Ares
The arena is set to be a deserted and ancient castle filled with a large variety of lethal traps and torture devices among other things. The castle itself sits in marshland.
There will be 1 intro, three duel posts, and a victory post.
The first post goes to me. catastraphe, good luck to you.
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Apr 20, 07 at 3:24pm ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Over]
Need a judge?
*opens suitcase and spills a powdered wig, a black robe and assorted gavels onto the table*
I met my nemesis. With our blades, we spoke more than words ever could.
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Apr 21, 07 at 8:43pm ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Over]
The sounds of battle rang clearly in the air that was otherwise silent in the cobweb infested cathedral of a musty, old castle. At the far end of the room was a large, bronze statue depicting a young woman swathed in robes cradling a tiny baby in her arms that was the prophet and son of God, Jesus Christ, as well as two angels, each with one wing guarding the infant. Ancient murals adorned the entirety of the wide, stone walls, each depicting famous scenes from the Christian Bible: Adam and Eve, Noah's ark, Moses' journey, David's triumph over Goliath, Jesus' life, death, and rebirth, etc. There were no windows in the cathedral, as it was at the center of the castle, however, light flooded into the room from the tall oaken door left ajar at the back of the cathedral. That was all that remained of the hallowed dwelling. Anything that might have existed there had been destroyed during a siege of the castle or been excavated and taken out by paleontologists when the castle was rediscovered in the twentieth century.
It was at the center of this cathedral that Severein Auronis, caked in dust, but in fine spirits, toyed with a demonic little creature called a Kratich. Had a human seen it, he would have called it a horned monkey with elongated claws; a dangerous, barbed tail; and a very long tongue. Severein lazily flicked archangel, the holy sword given to him by the elves and the only source of color in the mountains of dust. Its sharp, pallid blade gleamed brightly in the dimly lit room as it sliced across the Kratich's nose. The monster hissed and spit in response, "Kill it! Kill it! Nasty, nasty elf! Take its blood! Take its blood!"
"I've got to hand it to you, your agility is quite annoying," Severein remarked as he made to finish the Kratich for what must have been the twelfth time. As usual, however, the Kratich darted away from harm and scampered up a wall, hissing the entire way and glaring at the elf through beady, yellow eyes. It's reptilian tongue flicked out of its mouth briefly before the creature launched its tongue out its mouth like a missile to skewer Severein and, as it droned on and on about, take his blood. Severein turned to dodge the tongue, but at the last moment, the Kratich's tongue whipped around in another direction, instead striking Severein's wrist. The elf grimaced as Archangel was sent hurtling out of his hand and skittering across the floor. The Kratich was ecstatic with glee as it retracted its tongue, "Nasty elf can't draw his evil sword! Nasty elf becomes evil himself!" it sneered, then launched its tongue again, this time aiming directly for the demon hunter's chest. Severein scoffed and a moment later, the Kratich was screaming in agony, holding its mouth, and stamping the ground. Crimson blood dripped off of Crucible's scarlet blade.
"I kinda like this place," Severein remarked as he walked steadily toward the still howling Kratich, "This...cathedral, I believe is what humans call it, is filled with holy magic. Lucifer's influence on me is almost completely gone and I can use his cursed sword with impunity. My people don't give the humans enough credit." It was true. Lucifer was bound by the holy nature of the cathedral and was powerless in the holy site the humans had erected nearly eight hundred years before then. The Kratich whimpered before it darted passed Severein and out the door.
"There'll be plenty of time to hunt the little devil down," Severein said to himself, allowing the Kratich to leave. He strode over to Archangel and cleaned the dust and flecks of blood off it and Crucible before sheathing both katanas and stepping back out into the sunlight of one of the small courtyards that separated each area of the castle from another. As the elf stepped into a long, winding corridor that would lead him to one of the castle's turrets, he paused and examined his surroundings. When he had entered the castle, he had been met with a wide variety of lethal traps that had left the hunter of evil with a punctured arm where a poison arrow had struck it, and numerous cuts from falling rusted axes and swords among other things. The elf had heard that long after the castle was deserted by England in the fourteenth century, it had become home to an infamous band of bandits who had rigged the dwelling from head to toe with traps to keep their pursuers out. To say the least, it had worked. Severein had encountered piles of bones and whole skeletons that, oddly enough, hadn't been decomposed by bacteria and animals yet.
"The guys weren't much for house keeping, that's for sure," Severein muttered as he hurtled up the stone steps, perceiving that it was safe to proceed. As he neared the top, a barrage of medium-sized rocks tumbled downward from the low ceiling. Severein swore under his breath as he waved his hand in an upward arc. A blinding flash of white light issued forth as the rocks fell harmlessly around the elf.
"This place is more dangerous than the Kratich," he grumbled as he finally reached his destination. Most of the traps weren't elaborate, but if one wasn't expecting the traps, then they were just as effective. However, Severein had only been in the main hall and cathedral of the castle where, according to history and legend, was not where most artifacts of value were stored. Even greater traps could lie elsewhere, but he was not concerned with them. The elf was very curious as to what triggered the traps in the castle.
"I suppose it could be a magical trigger. The humans here were good enough to create a holy barrier that Lucifer can't penetrate. Perhaps they are capable of learning the arts, but in this day and age, they have no need of them nor would they put magic to good use. This place is proof enough of that," Severein thought as he searched the lower areas of the castle below him. As he did so, a thin tendril of outside thought prodded his mind. Lucifer was back now that Severein had left the cathedral.
The castle was small in comparison to most, though just as impregnable as any other. There was a large, gaping hole on the right wall where an enemy force had broken through. The front was protected by a large array of drawbridges that had long since rotted away into near nothing, and portcullises, most of which were broken or too rusty to be of use. The back and left sides of the castle were relatively unharmed.
"The ignorant glorify these structures too much," Severein thought as a light wind brushed his long, silver hair and whipped against his black, suede jacket. The so-called impregnable structure was nearly destroyed on the interior and the exterior wasn't very impressive. It was barely standing, soon to be swallowed by the marshes around it. Besides, the castles fell in their battle against advanced weaponry. The trebuchets and mangonels had quickly dispensed of the castle structure and it fell from popularity as quickly as it had risen.
"Simply a large, hollow rock," Severein scoffed as he turned his attention to the marshes. The wet lowlands were brimming with insect life and long weeds that the elf had learned were called cat tails ("But they look nothing like a cat's tail!" Severein protested when he'd heard of what the humans called the long weeds.) That was about it in the elf's opinion.
"Some humans say the marshes are filled with an abstract beauty. I will never understand their sentiments. The forests of home house more creatures and beauty than any part of this mud hole," Severein said to himself as he scanned the ground below for his prey. He frowned suddenly as a presence entered the field of his senses.
"What is this...?" Severein briefly had time to wonder before an enormous pain wracked his head. Lucifer was attacking his mind more ferociously than ever before.
"It's him!" Lucifer hissed in rage, "I will never forget that bastard's scent no matter how many millenniums pass! The scent of that Patryn!"
"The...the being who defeated Lucifer!?" Severein gasped as he struggled to subdue the fallen angel.
"No. I refuse to be cast away. I will not allow the likes of you to interfere with this!" Maybe it was Lucifer's overwhelming hatred of the Patryn or maybe he had simply never used his full strength against Severein, but regardless, the elf's mental defenses shattered in an instant and Lucifer gained control. Lucifer unsheathed both Crucible and Archangel in one, swift movement. The golden runes etched on Crucible's blade began to emit a fierce glow as Archangel's base began to turn black and steadily make its way upward. As the black color progressed, a change began to overtake Severein's body and the atmosphere around the castle. The elf's eyes, once black and full of warmth, were now a demonic red that gave off nothing but cold fury toward the approaching Patryn still quite far away from the castle. His hair became a jet black while thunder rolled in the heavens above. The clouds above swirled around each other, turning as black as Severein's hair, blotting out all of the sun's light, and pervading outward like a bottle of ink spilled on a piece of paper. The elf's tapered ears regressed back into a more round shape as jagged streaks of lightning descended downward. The once ivory white blade of Archangel was almost completely black now. The black bled further and further outward. Lucifer held up the two swords above his head, relishing his return to power and the chaos that was ensuing as the wind howled and picked up until the gusts were powerful enough to blow ordinary men over, but neither Lucifer nor his prey were ordinary humans. There was only one thing left before he had his old body back. The wings that marked his former status as an angel. They never came. Lucifer frowned and brought Archangel back down to his face. The black, about to snuff out the last glimmer of white on the blade's tip, had stopped.
"You still strive to retain your existence?" Lucifer murmured, vaguely amused. It mattered not. The elf could do nothing now. The demon god shrugged and sheathed both swords, then examined himself.
"Human clothes...bah," Lucifer said. He shut his eyes and focused for not more than a second before he opened them again.
"That's better," he said, pleased with his handiwork. The fallen angel was now clad in ink black armor with a ruby red cape flowing down his back with a pair of golden wings sewed into the center. The sheathes for the two katanas were gone. Lucifer had no need of sheathes. He would not lay down his blades until he had enveloped the world in chaos as he had intended all those millenniums ago when he had rebelled against the Creator. There was only one matter to take care of first.
"I await you...Tos'Doon Dilphinmore," Lucifer said, sending a chilling glare at the Lazar. He doubted Tos'Doon hadn't sensed the return of the demon god by now and thus descended back into the castle to explore his new surroundings.
edit: fixed a minor spelling mistake.
This message was edited by Ishilar04 on Apr 22 2007.
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Apr 22, 07 at 6:10am ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Over]
The Reverie. Some said it was the closest Elves ever got to sleep. Some said that they were asleep, just that they scorned the human name for it. A peaceful lake. Only those that had spawned the elfish(Huh, apparently elvish is bad grammar ) races knew the Truth. The Patryns knew that the Reverie was when an Elf touched the mind of God, as only the most holy of races could. For that the Patryns hated their creations, for God had turned his back on their race. Ripples on a calm lake. The Patryns had broken the scale of order millennia ago when the greatest of their number, Tos'doon Dilphinmore, cast down Lucifer from his throne of evil and locked him away in the void. A gate, chained shut, opening. After that point, God had turned his back on the most powerful of his creations. Yet still the Patryns searched for him, searched for him until they passed from this earth, returning again to the arms of the creator. A throne, drenched in blood. Finally the Patryns passed from the earth; A rune, blazing with fire; all but one; A sword, passed from father to son; The most powerful of them all; A spirit, blue as the summer sky; For Tos'doon Dilphinmore lost all in a betrayal so foul; A dog, burned and scarred, light fading from it's eyes; That even the God of love and forgiveness turned his back on his foul visage. A woman, dressed in blue finery, dancing at a ball with a demon. For sometimes even love had be only an illusion. A name, etched in blood on a stone floor Ana. And forgiveness never means forgetfulness. A Patryn, head bowed as he dreams. And just because the sin is not your own doesn't mean the fault is on another. A wave, crashing to the beach, consuming everything with it's great might. The ballad of Tos'doon has a start, but never an end. Awakening
-A field, approximately in the center of the modern day country of Czechoslovakia, summer
Tos'doon snapped to alertness with a start and immediately regretted it. His body was not ready for the sudden exertion after so long asleep, and protested, sending Tos'doon's mind reeling. After a few nauseous retches, though, he proved fine.
Tos'doon stared around himself in wonder, for on the horizon were large cities of steel, the likes of which he had never imagined. Even in a future three millennia from his time he had not expected to find such power.
So this is what happens when you take a three thousand year catnap He thought to himself.
Then suddenly his mind was aflame, burning with energy from outside of him. Tos'doon held his head in hands and screamed for what seemed like hours, until the flaming pain subsided.
Finally the pain cleared and Tos'doon found he could again think properly, then immediately wished he couldn't.
"Dammit, only one person has ever been able to do that to me before And that would explain why I was awakened, but how is it possible. I cast Lucifer into the void myself, there is no way he could of escaped short of the lord God himself pulling him forth! Unless the Dark Elves used Crucible That could link him back to our world "
Tos'doon spent a few moments deep in thought, and then shrugged.
"It matters not how he's returned. No matter how I still have to stop him now, before his powers can mature."
Suddenly another sound filled Tos'doon's ears, this on almost pleasant compared to the last, though. The sound of two yawns sounded as good as the best minstrel's lute to the beleaguered Tos'doon.
Is it time already? I was much enjoying the Reverie Ron'theen's familiar voice asked.
"This is no laughing matter, Lucifer has returned. We must go to stop him before his power spreads. Awaken Runeckth if you can, we will most likely have need of his power." Tos'doon returned.
Oh. How did he return? There's no way out of the void besides you or God choosing to restore him to the mortal realm, and neither of those possibilities seem well possible.
"I believe he may have returned through the power of Crucible. "
I wouldn't put it past the dark elves, especially if the blade somehow fell into Human or Elvin(again elven is the incorrect spelling apparently XD) hands. We know that the Patryns ceased to exist after Haplo, so it's rather likely that the humans turned against the Dark Elves soon after we decided to spend the centuries in the Reverie.
Did someone say something about Crucible? A third voice, this one belonging to the Avatar of Valor, Runeckth, asked.
"Yes, Lucifer has returned to our wonderful plane of existence once more, and now it's time to stop talking and start acting."
With that Tos'doon focused on the source of the brutal mental assault against him. After a few moments, he managed to pick up the rough location of where Lucifer was, not that his power was difficult to miss. Once Tos'doon was certain of the location, the pattern of runes on his body began to flare, a wave starting from the rune tattooed above his heart, and spreading out, each rune lighting and bringing to life it's neighbors. Soon all the runes were lit, and a flash of white light blinded the few poor animals who had wandered to close. When the light dimmed, Tos'doon was nowhere in sight.
-Belmont's castle, East Siberia, summer
When Tos'doon rematerialized, he found himself knee deep in a swamp even fouler than the ones that lay around his once mighty forest.
Talk about bad memories Ron'theen said, echoing all three of their thoughts.
Looking around, Tos'doon wondered how even the normally stupid humans could possibly of missed Lucifer's return. The Sky was crashing with thunder and lightning, though there were no clouds in the sky. Even the swamp's vegetation showed evidence of Lucifer's taint, even as Tos'doon watch a nearby tree grew rotten to the core and collapsed in on itself.
Tos'doon blanched and turned away, immediately beginning to search for a place that Lucifer might reside. His search began and ended by just turning his head to the right. There he saw the remnants of a once great castle, and remnants was somewhat pushing the matter. The main keep remained close enough to intact, but the walls and courtyard had nearly sunk completely into the swamp. Tos'doon blanched again, imagining how much cleaning it would take to get this filth off his clothing, even as he prepared another spell.
In a split second Tos'doon stood before the keeps door. He nearly knocked, out of instinct, but managed to restrain his hand, chuckling slightly as he did so. He instead simply pushed the door, and much to his surprise, it opened smoothly. Pleased that he needn't put any effort into it, Tos'doon walked through the door and a pendulum blade neatly severed his head and upper body into two halves. Tos'doon blinked, annoyed at the assault, and turned his gaze toward the blade, which was about to return for another pass. Immediately a rune on Tos'doon's arm flared, and the pendulum went flying away, blasted off of it's moorings.
For some reason I think I'll never stop blinking when a swords coming at me, even if I do know that it will do little more than sting as much as a mosquito bite. Ron'theen put in dryly.
"Neither will I " Tos'doon replied as the two halves of his head folded back together and a blue light reconnected them.
As soon as the "wound" healed, Tos'doon continued into the castle, ignoring the swinging blades and poisoned arrows that seemed to fire at his from every turn.
Suddenly, as he turned a corner, Tos'doon stopped dead and stared straight ahead. It was as though he was looking in a mirror. Mounted on the wall before him were two portraits. The first had written beneath it, "Tos'doon Dilphinmore, Last king of the blessed realm of Leziah", with a portrait upon it that seemed enhanced by magic, so much of a resemblance did it bear to the man now standing before it. However it was not this portrait that he stared at, instead he was staring at the one that was mounted beside it. This one held the picture of a beautiful woman with hair the color of Crow's wings and eyes green as the purest emerald. Beneath this picture was written in blood "Ana Dilphinmore, Last Queen of the blessed realm of Leziah". Tos'doon crumpled to the ground, flooded by merories, even as he fought to hang on to the present he felt himself slipping into the past
-Imperial castle of Deustra, Three hundredth year of the kingdom, Winter
"Ana we must leave now!" A much younger Tos'doon yelled.
"The people will no longer follow me; they riot in the city even as we speak. They will be here soon and they will have your head if they can get it! We must go now!"
Even as this was said the front door burst open and a crowd of enraged peasants burst through, chanting as one "Stomp out the lying evil, slay the foul zombie, burn the foul witch who with him lay."
Most notably, behind the crowd stood a lone figure, taller then all around him, and obvious due to the thick wrappings he had along his arms and legs. Haplo, last of the true Patryns stood behind the crowd, seeking to today give his lord the death he longed for so much.
The castle guards, the few who remained loyal to the criminalized king, were quickly overrun by the peasant horde as they tried to stop the rioters from reaching the royal chambers.
Soon the horde stood before the royal chambers, jeering at the captured royal family. Suddenly one of the crowd ran forward and threw open the doors to the chamber. As soon as the doors opened the man was met with a flaming rune materializing in front of him, and the poor fool blew away, no longer anything but a cloud of ash. The crowd immediately stopped their jeering as out of the Royal chamber walked Tos'doon Dilphinmore, fully arrayed in the white and gold armor of the king of the fallen kingdom of Leziah. Even as Tos'doon drew forth his sword he turned back to the Royal Chambers and spoke to Ana, who was standing in the middle of the outlying chamber, rooted to the spot.
"Go now, I would rather have my soul stained black from this battle than lose you forever. Please try to understand that if you were to die, I would not join you in the Creators Halls. Go now, we have only one life together, try not to end it." And with that he pushed the doors closed and turned back toward the crowd, now short one tall Patryn.
-Fifteen minutes later
The hall was stained with the blood of the people of Deustra, all now lying either dead or dying beneath Tos'doon's still gleaming blade. Tos'doon lowered his head and began to weep, even as a clap could be heard echoing through the halls. From around the corner, Haplo appeared, carrying on his back a sackcloth bag.
"Most impressive. I see your skill with the blade hasn't left you, neither has your arts, apparently."
"Be gone blackheart, I told you I never wanted to see you again, and I meant it."
Haplo's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he spoke.
"About that. I've come to accept retribution for my crime to you. I lay down my life to your sword but first you must see this."
Haplo pulled the bag over his shoulder and threw it to the floor, where it landed with a sickening thump a meter away from Tos'doon's crimson boots. Tos'doon approached the bag, still wary of Haplo, and then opened it.
Haplo never knew what him, and all that was ever found of Haplo was a smeared lightning bolt smolder burnt into the rock where he had been standing, but it is known that Haplo died even before Queen Ana's head finished rolling from the sack that had housed it along with her decapitated body.
-The Present, Belmont's Castle
"Does the decoration meet your standard Tos'doon?" A booming voice asked, coming from behind a door that stood to Tos'doon's right. Tos'doon didn't even hesitate as he opened and walked through the door. He was not particularly surprised to find the prince of Darkness himself standing before him. All around lay icons of Faith, even the windows were stained glass, all in the image of stories from the bible, ranging from the holy birth, to the stoning of Stephan. And in the middle of it all stood the mockery of God, the one mistake in God's perfect universe. On top of the alter stood Lucifer, Prince of evil, Lord of the Underworld.
"I thought it would make a pleasant irony for us to fight in the midst of a holy place devoted to the so called God, Draw your sword, it's time we finished what we began millennia ago. This time one of us will never leave these halls. This day one of us will dine in Hell!"
This message was edited by catastraphe on May 07 2007.
Memory is a burden,
To forget; Sin.
The eternal tragedy.
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May 07, 07 at 11:00pm ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Over]
*takes a nap*
Memory is a burden,
To forget; Sin.
The eternal tragedy.
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May 09, 07 at 9:22pm ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Judges, if you please]
-kills catastraphe in his sleep-
I could say the same thing about waiting for you to post in GS. If you've got all this time on your hands, you could've done something there.
Sorry, sorry. With no internet these past two weeks, and only an hour a day now, it got kind've tight.
Once Lucifer had effectively awoken Tos'Doon, the lord of evil descended into the castle to conquer his surroundings. Severein groaned as Lucifer make his way toward the holy site in the castle. The elf was now aware of what it had been like for Lucifer to be trapped inside of Crucible. He saw nothing but darkness. However, he could feel a consciousness, one he assumed was Lucifer's. Then did that mean he could tamper with it as Lucifer had done to him? The elf closed his eyes in concentration; he wanted to focus on seeing what Lucifer was seeing before anything else...
Tos'Doon stared at Lucifer, his gaze never wavering. He stared into the crimson eyes that were the essence of darkness and evil as he silently drew the Blade of the Dilphinmore.
"You don't look well. Are you sure you're still at your peak? You know you can't possibly defeat me otherwise," Lucifer remarked as he deftly twirled Crucible in his right hand. He had made no sign of loathing the holy sword that had ended his reign of chaos eons ago.
"I could say the same thing about you," Tos'Doon retorted.
"Huh. Fair enough," Lucifer replied as a black aura began to pervade outward from Lucifer�s body and travel along Crucible. The demonic blade began to rise out of Lucifer�s hands and rotate freely around him, guided by the dark prince�s magic. Archangel remained in Lucifer�s left hand. The demonic prince could do nothing to control the holy sword as long as Severein kept it free from Lucifer�s taint. He saw Tos�Doon�s eyes flick toward the pale white spot at the katana�s tip, but he remained silent.
�Tell me, Tos�Doon. Have your years on this world been filled with pain and anguish? Will you allow me to end your pitiful existence?� Lucifer asked as the Shade unsheathe the blade of the Dilphinmore.
�Only if you allow me to repay you for what you�ve caused me,� Tos�Doon retorted.
�Alas, I have a living Hell to create and cannot permit your request,� Lucifer sighed with mock disappointment. Tos�Doon let out a feral snarl, then lunged at the lord of evil. Lucifer laughed as Crucible whizzed forward roughly an arm�s length in front of Lucifer to block the powerful slash from the blade of the Dilphinmore. The Patryn didn�t stop there, following through with a wide, upward sweep, the Blade of the Dilphinmore crackled with magical energy. There was a loud crack, and then Crucible clattered to the floor; the Patryn�s strike had severed the magical bond between the evil sword and Lucifer. Tos�Doon kicked it aside and brought up the blade of the Dilphinmore to bat aside the swift swipe Lucifer had taken with Archangel during the window of opportunity left after Tos�Doon�s assault. A blast of dark energy issued forth from the dark prince�s palm, but Tos�Doon flipped over it and Lucifer, pivoting as he touched the ground and slashed at Lucifer�s exposed back with a powerful precision attack. The lord of evil laughed and warped just as the blade of the Dilphinmore began to connect with his body. Tos�Doon stumbled as he slashed at air, twisted around to block the blow he knew was coming from behind. There was no strength behind it however, due to the Patryn�s loss of balance, and Lucifer sent the blade of the Dilphinmore skittering across the floor as Archangel smashed against the sword in a powerful downward arc. Tos�Doon grit his teeth and fought back the urge to cry out as Crucible pierced him from behind, leaving a deep gash in Tos�Doon�s back as it slashed through his delicate flesh as though it were paper, leaving a crimson ribbon of blood across the Shade�s back. Lucifer ended his assault by kicking Tos�Doon hard in the stomach, sending the Patryn careening toward the wall of the Cathedral.
As Tos�Doon hit the wall, he vanished. Lucifer instinctively whipped around ready to send a bolt of black magic toward the Shade, but he faced nothing. The demon's red eyes narrowed as he searched the cathedral, scrutinizing even the most miniscule detail. Realization dawned on him a moment too late. An arrow whizzed downward from the top of the statue of Mary where Tos'Doon was perched. Lucifer leaped back, preventing a deadly strike, but the arrow, imbued with magic, sank deeply into the demon's shoulder, then exploded in a burst of light magic. Lucifer grimaced as he sent a blast of dark energy at the base of the statue of Mary where the Patryn was, sending Tos'Doon back to the floor. Lucifer made to attack the Patryn, then stopped and frowned suddenly. His arm hadn't healed. Then his eyes widened in surprise. A tendril of consciousness was prodding his own. Severein was not gone and was, in fact, gaining power. And...
�So the humans managed to erect a holy site correctly afterall,� Lucifer thought grudgingly. He had to get out of the cathedral. His wounds wouldn't heal. He was a mortal in the hallowed room.
�I mean no offense, but you aren't what you were, getting taken by surprise with a blow like that. So let�s play a game, Tos�Doon, to help you become accustomed to fighting someone with real power,� Lucifer announced as he slit his hand across Archangel�s edge, �I will go somewhere in this castle. You must come seek me out. Enjoy yourself!� The demon prince laughed as he melted into the floor while the scarlet blood from his hand shot outward in all directions, seeping into old suits of armor, dangerous traps, everything in the castle fell under Lucifer�s control. A suit of armor raised its axe, poised to strike down Tos�Doon. The Shade, however, whipped around, slicing the armor cleanly in half.
�How annoying,� he muttered, before leaving the cathedral in search of Lucifer.
Lucifer took deep breaths in the castle's cellar where he hid, allowing his skin to regenerate and his wound to heal.
"Making light of humans...such conceit was your weakness when you fought Tos'Doon before. And so it remains now," Severein's voice boomed inside Lucifer's head. The demon lord scowled. The elf was using one of the dark prince's own tactics!
"How well can you fight with me inside your head, Lucifer? Do you have experience with that? I do. I know where the weak points are, everything. Because you've been doing it to me for years now. As you told Tos'Doon, enjoy yourself. While you can."
Lucifer let out a feral growl, and smashed a nearby wall in frustration. He would need to buy time to strategize and learn how to protect himself from the elf. Never had anyone been able to force their way inside his head and, as Severein had said, he had no experience fending such attacks off. He would have to finish Tos'Doon very quickly if he wanted to survive...
This is what you get for rushing me. A post that isn't anywhere near what it could be. x_x
That, school, and the writers block halfway through...>_>
This message was edited by Ishilar04 on May 09 2007.
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May 11, 07 at 2:34am ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Still Need Two Judges]
Still needing two judges?
I would feel honored if you both fell to your knees and started caressing my feet in order to win my vote, but even if that is not going to happen, I'd like to apply for that spot.
"For all we know, the Universe may be no more than a Child's Dream."
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May 11, 07 at 1:53pm ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Over]
I'll be the third judge if needed on the final decision for both duelist...
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Oct 01, 07 at 11:42pm ^re: Ishilar04 vs catastraphe [Ishilar Wins]
Bumping for catastraphe's post, if I don't get some manner of response within a week this duel will be won by Ishilar.
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