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by Tracian Empire » Wed Nov 07, 2018 2:18 pm
by Zapatha » Wed Nov 07, 2018 2:53 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:Fort Peremoha, Fallen Achisia
The witch simply smirked, seeing that once proud knight lying on the ground, broken and defeated. Yes, this was it.. this was the fate that awaited all of them, whether they wanted it or not. They were all going to pay for the crime of having risen up against and for having dared to kill the Mage-Emperor, the greatest human to ever live....the Emperor's faithful servants were still here however, and they were all going to be sure that the banner of the Eternal Flame and Serpent was going to fly high above all of the mortal lands.. just as their master had desired. This was the only way in which peace could be achieved, by rejecting the lies of the so called light, by rejecting the cruel and unfair tyranny of the Faith's false idols...the mortal races were going to join them, either willingly why they were still alive, or bound by chains before they could pass through the river of death. That was to be the fate of all.
But of course, they were always going to be some fools who would refuse to give up on their faint hope, who would refuse to reject their false overlords and to accept their fate. Her arrows were stopped by the a barrier of light created by that dumb servant of Aurora, and with all his fancy light magic turned on once again, the knight threw spears of blue fire at her as he started to close in.. how foolish of him. The witch snapped her fingers, using that faint sound to cover her even fainter whisper of a magical word - and a shield of dark energy appeared between her and those lances, although - the shield appeared a moment too late, as the lance to pierce her thigh..
And the witch looked with so much hate and anger at Arthur at that moment that it could have made his blood curdle. The lance of light started to disappear as the witch drew her bow yet again - launching another wave of black arrows of death at the knight..but even if she probably among the most powerful witches that Arthur had ever faced..
She was still an archer, and he was a swordsman.. and so, she left herself open for a couple of moments..
All while the soldiers of the fort were running away, pushing through the lines of Achisian peasants, led by nothing else but fear and terror..
The border between the Kingdom of Duivene and the Fallen Achisia
The black armor wearing twin of Alexis still seemed to be unable to take the fight seriously, giggling and teasing Eric from time to time while never really seeming to pay too much attention to the duel, to the metal of Eric's sword hitting her lance or her blade. It was as if she was playing around with him, like a predator taunting its prey..or like a child having fun with a toy...and she seemed to take a lot of pleasure in the fact that she had managed to annoy her opponent, even a little... but that was also her mistake. She nearly effortlessly parried his first attacks, and then she tried to hit him with the sword and the tip of her spear at the same time - a move that was brimming with overconfidence.. only for him to deflect her sword, and to push her back, taking her by surprise enough for her to lose her balance for a few precious moments - just as she tried to hit him with her spear. That's where Eric's long experience and great skill in swordfighting proved their value, as the knight hit the twin's hand with his sword - not enough to wound her but enough to make her involuntarily drop her spear - and then he hit her nose with his sword's pommel, forcing her back with a small cry of pain. As Eric kicked the spear away, and as black blood started to flow from her nose.. the twin looked at him with what was now clearly hate in her sickly yellowish eyes. She seemed to want to say something, but she never managed to - as before she was even able to open her mouth, a cry of "Men of Duievene, rally to your princess!", was heard in the distance, and a charging knight thrust his lance at her torso. And a few things happened in a quick sequence.
The silver tip of the lance managed to pierce through an armor that would have been unbreakable otherwise, and it presumably also pierced through her skin and flesh - judging by the black blood that gushed out and by her cry of pain that was provoked by the burning sensation of that piece of holy metal. However, the tip of the spear lodged itself there and because of how fast Peter was moving, the wooden shaft of the lance broke. The evil princess reacted almost immediately, shouting a spell which led to three spears of shadow piercing directly into the chest and torso of Peter's horse - causing the poor animal to die almost instantly and to fall, throwing the knight who was riding on the ground rather violently.
Having dealt with the first issue, the twin looked immediately back at Eric, not even giving him a chance to react properly, her style of fighting seeming to have changed completely from just a few minutes ago. Fast and deadly, she pushed forward with her sword, forcing the knight to use all of his focus and strength just to defend himself and to parry or deflect her hits and slashes, as she quickly changed the targets of her onslaught. She attacked with a speed that was just barely even human anymore, and step by step, she pushed him back. And just as her offensive flurry seemed to calm down for a moment, giving Eric a moment of breathing, she suddenly grabbed Eric's sword by the blade, and pulled it to the side with a nearly superhuman strength - giving her enough of an opening to thrust her sword forward - and her black blade pierced through Eric's armor and left upper arm, right next to the bone. With a smirk on her face, the light blonde haired girl pulled back her sword and let go of Eric's, clearly enjoying all of this.
"Good swordsman or not, you are still just a little human, little knight.", the twin told Eric, giggling. "You are a human getting involved in a battle of gods and magic..and because of that, no matter what, you will fail.. you will fail, you will lose, and you will die.. your heroes are weak and false idols, and you are going to die defending a princess who can not even defend those that she cares about.. a princess that can not even defend herself." A whisper in the wind.. and a spear of shadow suddenly appeared next to Eric, being thrown directly at the poor Alexis, who was still shivering and shaking, doing her best just to stand up, with the help of her lance. Before she was able to react, the spear's tip pierced through her shoulder, the force of the hit throwing her back and on the ground. And once again, the princess' flag and her lance fell on the muddy ground, and the flag's disappeared led to another wave of fear and pure despair among the soldiers... if their princess was gone, if their hero was gone, if her light was no more.. who was going to protect them, who was going to lead them?
If their hero was gone, all hope was lost. And in the mud, Alexis seemed to be so drained of energy, so pale and weak that she couldn't even cry..
"But you know something? I like your determination, this stubbornness and spirit of yours.. I have a friend who will be more than able to chain that soul of yours after you die.. what would you think about having to serve me for all eternity?" You will learn to enjoy it, in time...", and smirking again, the evil twin gripped the handle of her sword even tighter, ready to attack again. "Or will you try to stop me?"
The undead forces had lost their momentum when their own princess had been wounded, but when Alexis fell and when her flag disappeared, with her light gone, most of the soldiers and the knights of Duivene lost their hope, fear taking over them. Their formations started to break, while some of them even started to drop their weapons and to try to run away.... their terror filled minds failing to realize that the undead horde was everywhere, surrounding them.. there was no way out, no way to run away..
Just as the dragon was preparing to jump into the air again however, it noticed that someone was charging at it.. what a small and insolent fool. Wasting no time, the dragon opened all three of its mouths, and launched a breath of black fire directly at Yakr...
by Charlia » Wed Nov 07, 2018 3:10 pm
He said there was nothing for her to be sorry about, which she knew wasn't true--she'd broken her promise, she'd failed him, but he didn't care. He was there to save her, he was going to help her--but then that knight--Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
The border between Wyzkia and the Ecclesiarchy
"Alina.. there is.. there is nothing that you have to be sorry about..", Rafal tried to say, his voice soft, sad and yet glad at the same time. It was heartbreaking to see her like that, crying so hard..but he was glad.. he was oh so glad that he had managed to find her before it was too late..it hurt to think that he had failed to protect her, even after he had promised her that, that because of his own weakness, he had failed to protect his liege and he had also failed to keep her safe from such vile people as the Faith Keepers.. but he was glad that from now on, this was over. With his blade and bonded grfiffin.. he was much stronger now, strong enough to defend her.. strong enough to save her. "Just wait for a little bit more, alright? I will take care of them, and then I will save you, for sure.."
The same knight who had spoken so roughly to Alina was however taking none of it, as he made a step forward, tightly gripping his sword. "What are you trying to do, little paladin? Attacking a group of Faith Keepers? This is a sacrilege. The Faith's Judgement will have your head for this! And why do you even care about her anyway? Are you just trying to act a knight in shining armor?", he shouted, spitting venom. And Rafal just took a deep breath. "I... I promised that I would protect her...and.. and.." A short moment of silence followed, and even if it wasn't exactly noticeable because of the distance and because of his armor, the green eyed boy blushed a little. "And I care about her... do I need any other reasons? The Paladins don't recognize the authority of your corrupted Faith's Judgement anyway.. and if it's for her, if it's for saving her, then I really don't care.. I will save her even if I have to fight the Paladins, even if I have to fight the entire Faith..it doesn't matter..", and the boy smiled sadly. But the knight didn't seem to care. "We have been ordered to bring this girl to Sedia by one of the Decidors.. and our Priestess has found some sort of a dark, corrupting power inside of her... who knows what sort of a wicked demon or cursed monster she really is! You can never know, with all of those monstrosities being able to masquerade as humans.. and even if she really is human to begin with, then this just means that she is just a little whore who accepted a demon's power, abandoning her gods.. she deserves to burn at the stake.."
And Rafal's entire attitude changed in a moment. "You.. should not have said that..", he whispered, in a voice as cold as ice.. and a heartbeat later, Rafal suddenly threw the huge lance that he was holding, the lance that was meant for thrusting and certainly not for throwing, directly at the knight - and with an incredible precision, aided by the griffin's magic, most likely, the lance pierced through the knight's right thigh, breaking the bone as if it was a small twig. And the knight screamed. The griffin cried again, a blood curling shriek and several of the Faith Keepers simply dropped their weapons, turning around and starting to run away. With the light of the sun causing his armor to shine, riding on top of such a majestic and powerful beast, with those wings on his back.. Rafal truly looked like a Paladin, like a warrior of the ages of old.. like a true hero.
The green eyed boy jumped from the griffin's back, and the false wings on his back slowed his fall - allowing him to softly land on the muddy ground beneath. Two of the younger Faith Keepers, probably also the most foolish ones, one armed with an axe and one armed with a spear rushed forward, trying to attack him before he could fight back.. but in one swift move, Rafal unsheathed his sword, blocking the axe with its jagged blade and punching the first Faith Keeper in the face. The second one hesitated, and the blade cut through his spear's wooden shaft. Left without a weapon, the second Keeper screamed, turning around and running away. This short and quick display of power and skill was more than enough to frighten the others. The band of Faith Keepers scattered in the wind, disappearing through the forest around them.. except for three of them. The wounded knight, the scarred girl, and the priestess. The knight was unable to walk, shocked and in pain, curled up in a near fetal position on the ground, and the two girls looked at Rafal hesitantly.
"You can take him away.. as bad as his soul his, he doesn't deserve to die..", he told them calmly, and the scarred girl silently nodded, looking once again at Alina for a few moment before jumping out of the wagon, and a few moments later, both Faith Keepers disappeared among the trees, dragging the wounded knight with them. Rafal had already scouted the forest with the griffin, so he knew that there were no other dangers between them and the Ecclesiarchy's border.. and killing them like that was just not like him.
All that mattered was her.
Rafal started to run, and a few moments later, he was in the wagon, looking at her with a mess of feelings reflected in his expression. He gently took her hands into his left hand, and used the sword's edge to hit the handcuffs once, breaking the magical markings that were on them, and they just turned into dust.. Dropping his sword, Rafal just hugged her as tightly as he could, tears rolling down his cheeks. "i'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry..", he tried to say.. "I n-nearly.. n-nearly l-lost you.. I n-nearly b-broke my p-promise.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, but I'm.. I'm here n-now.. and everything is alright.. I'm here now, and you're s-safe.."
by Zapatha » Wed Nov 07, 2018 10:03 pm
by Castle Crashers » Wed Nov 07, 2018 11:08 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
A village
The night arrived pretty quickly, but in that short period of time.. the entire village changed its appearance. From the peaceful but sort of slumbering place that had been there when the two of them had arrived, the atmosphere changed into one of celebration, of happiness and of excitement - of true gratitude. Candles with colored fire had been placed nearly everywhere, bringing the glowing colors of the rainbow on all the streets and in front of and inside of all the houses. Flowers had been quickly enchanted into wonderful forms and decorations, small altars had been prepared for all of the gods, and the scent of fresh flowers and grass, of bread and food was spreading throughout the small town. The most effort had however been made to decorate the town's small square - and that's where most of the villagers and the two visiters were just as the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon - darkness kept away by small cozy and colored fires. Minstrels were singing, people were dancing and talking and having fun - celebrating their hero.
Celio.
Of course, the poor boy was unable any of it, and part of him still refused to believe that something like this could be happening, while another side of him was clearly embarassed by all the positive attention that he was getting - the way in which he was blushing, even more obvious because of just how pale his skin has made his embarassment all too clear - and the poor boy nearly seemed to be on the point of fainting when the old lady had congratulated himself in front of the entire village that had gathered in the square... but deep inside.. he was happy. He was enjoying this, and that was rather obvious because of his constant smile - so different from the melancholic, sad smile that the boy used to have on his face during his previous meetings with Julie. He had been craving for the feeling of being liked and appreciated by the people around him, him, the poor boy that was hated and despised by just so many... so for him.. this was almost like a dream come true...
As Celio was still surrounded by the villagers, Julie was now standing more towards the edge of the square, away from the large crowd - and seeing her there, the old lady from before approached her, stopping right next to her with a glass of wine in her hand. "Your friend is really, really shy..", the nice lady said, with a smile on her face. "He really seems to be embarassed by all of this attention, and in a way, I feel sorry for him, but we owe him a debt that can not be possibly paid back.. so this celebration is the least that we can do.." And then, the woman hesitated for a few moments. "Judging by just how embarasseed and confused he seems to be, and by how you reacted to it.. it would be safe to assume that he's never told you about this, right? He doesn't seem to be the type to brag about it.. even if he truly is a hero." And the lady smiled again. "The war was horrible.. but we managed to get through msot of it without any harm being done to our little town. We are sort of isolated, and even if we had to send some of our men to the war back when it all started.. the rest of it was pretty peaceful.. until when that bloody massacre happened in the forest next to our village. We all avoid it now, the blood stained forest as we call it.. you might have noticed it because of the crater if you came from that direction - it's a place that the few travellers that come to our village always avoid. There was this big battle over there, a lot of magic, a lot of soldiers, a lot of monsters.. and a lot of death. That forest is cursed to this day because of how much death and pain and suffering happened there... but the worst came after the end of the battle. Mercenaries suddenly appeared around our village, bastards and evil people from that corrupted place called Anselm.. oh, we had heard about them, about how they destroyed so many villages and cities, killing, looting, raping and torturing everything in their way.. we were so afraid.. so terrified.. the few of us who could use some magic gathered at the entrance, trying to hold them back, but.. what could we do? I t was horrible, the thought that they would do all of that to our village, to our families, to our friends, to our neighbors.."
And the woman sighed. "But before they were able to do anything.. he arrived. We had actually heard some rumors about him - one of the men had returned home without both legs a year or two before, and he had told us about this Achisian necromancer who was somehow also kind - giving him a heatlh that had helped him survived, but we had never believed that.. there couldn't be such a thing as a kind necromancer, right? I felt his aura when he appeared, so powerful, so strong, we had no chance against him, so I was ready to give up..aura reading is one of the few fields of magic that I am good at.. but there was also just so much pain, so much suffering, so much sadness and loathing in there it... it overwhelmed me for a few moments, and when I saw his relic, a scythe.. I knew that all hope was lost.. but instead of attacking us, instead of leading those mercenaries and violating and ruining our village.. he turned around and looked at them." She smiled..as her eyes started to get a little teary. "He argued with them, he told them that our village was under our protection, and that no attack was going to happen that day.. and of course, the mercenaries wouldn't listen. They tried to ignore him, they tried to advance onto the village, and one of them grabbed one of our girls by the hand... and that's when he stepped in between, punching that soldier.. and he fought against them, one boy against an entire group of hardened mercenaries, criminals, and mages..he turned against them for us, in order to protect us, the people of a village that he had never seen before.. and he saved us from the horrors of the war.. before he disappeared again."
And then, the lady looked at Celio, who was surrounded by a bunch of girls. "If not for him, we wouldn't have been here right now.. we would have been dead, broken, or enslaved, and our village would have been razed to the ground..we were never able to thank him properly, and we probably never will be able to pay back that debt.. but in that war of chaos and brutality and so many evil things..who cares about those arrogant Heroes in the big cities?. A necromancer like him saved us.. he is our hero, there is no doubt about it.."
The girls were seemingly all trying to get Celio to dance with them, and it was probably only partially because of his "hero" status. It was normally not exactly easy to notice, due to the way in which he was dressed and due to how he was nearly always trying to at least partially hide his face.. and then again, most of the when the two of them had met poor Celio had been on the verge of death.. but he was actually a pretty good looking boy, beautiful - even if his pale skin and crimson eyes made his beauty a bit more.. supranatural than the beauty of princes like Auguste or Ekaitz. With him not swinging a scythe around, terrorizing people, the girls in the village clearly liked him a lot, with some of them already acting as if they were head over heels in love with him - which the old lady quickly noticed. In a few steps - she entered their group, taking Celio by his hand and dragging a very confused black haired boy right next to Julie, where he also took her by the hand- dragging them both in the middle of the square, where some people were already dancing on the music that was being played by a group of minsterls. And like that, Julie and Celio ended up in front of each other, with the lady letting go of their hands. "Why don't you two dance? This shy boy over here has been rejecting girl after girl back there, trying to think of ways of invinting you to dance, so I thought that he might need a little help!.." And a Celio that was blushing harder by the moment looked hesitantly at the blue eyed girl in front of him, as if he was desperately trying to say the most difficult words of his entire life. "Would you.. would you.. would you like.. to... d-dance w-with m-me?..", he tried to ask, the last few words almost a whisper, holding out his hand...
And when she said yes, his entire face brigthened up, smiling as Julie took his hand. And they started to dance.. of course, Celio had no idea how to actually dance, since dancing courses weren't included in the Cult of Sins training, and most of his previous memories were gone.. so they just moved in the rhythm of the music, with Celio seeming to blush even harder, if that was even possible. And yet.. he tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I just.. I just wanted to say..", he started talking, looking down for a few moments before he looked back, directly at Julie. "That..this is probably.. the happiest I've ever been... so....thank you.. thank you so much.."
by Tracian Empire » Thu Nov 08, 2018 1:15 pm
by Charlia » Thu Nov 08, 2018 5:13 pm
She knew he would have to let go of her eventually... but she didn't want him to. Anyone else would frighten her with their touch, but he was safe, she knew that, he made her feel safe. She would have been happy if he'd just kept holding her like that forever.Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
The border between Wyzkia and the Ecclesiarchy
"Yes.. yes, I'm.. I'm really here..", Rafal managed to say even as tears continued to roll down his cheeks, still afraid that something might happened to her, but just so glad that he was finally here with her, that he was finally here to protect her. If he could he would have just hugged her forever... like this, when they were hugging so tightly, they could just pretend that the world around them didn't exist anymore, that cruel harsh world which had hurt her so much.. like this, when he was holding her like this, he could be sure that nothing else bad was going to happen to her again, like this, it felt as if he could protect her from everything and anything..what was this feeling even? It was unlike anything that he had ever felt before...it had stated as just what he had considered his duty to protect her.. but that had ended long ago. If his actions would have only been motivated by his sense of duty, he would have returned her to the nearest city or.. to her father, before returning to the Order. No, his desire to protect her had nothing to do with his sense of duty.. after all.. when he had told that horrible knight that for her, he wouldn't mind fighting the Faith, or even the Paladins.. he was.. he was telling the truth.
It was weird, it was too weird for him to even to begin to understand what this feeling was, but because of this... because of this he felt as if even abandoning his life-long dream, his father's last wish, that of becoming a paladin.. if it would have been for her, if it would have been in order to protect her.. he wouldn't have wasted a second thought on such a decision. If it was for her, he would have done it without any hesitation. But this just confused him even more. Even if he knew that he wanted to protect her, that he wanted to keep her safe, to make her happy... was there anything more to it? Was there anything he could do about it? He had no idea.. but the pain that he had felt in his heart when thinking of her being all alone and scared, of her being hurt.. had been a thousand times stronger than the pain of that poison spreading through his veins and burning his body.
"It's alright.. it's alright..", the green eyed boy desperately tried to say. "I'm alive, I didn't die.. and nothing else matters. I survived, and it's because of you.. that little deity who gave you that power has helped me too..and I managed to save you in time, that's all that matters. You don't have to be hurt or to die for me, never, never, I know that, and I will never leave you.. because I've promised you that I will protect you, didn't I? I don't care who I will have to fight against.. but I will keep you safe, no matter what.. and I'm so sorry.. so sorry that I nearly broke my promise like that.. but now I have new powers, a new weapon, and a new friend.. now I am strong enough to keep you safe, I know that...and I will always be here for you.." And then the boy remained quiet for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths to try to stop his tears... "I don't know if I've ever properly asked you this before.. but.. do you.. accept my promise? Do you want to come with me? Do you want me to be your knight?.."
by Tracian Empire » Fri Nov 09, 2018 1:47 pm
by Charlia » Fri Nov 09, 2018 7:48 pm
She watched as he closed his eyes, opened them again, looked down at the city and the destruction she'd caused, the blessings she'd bestowed upon its inhabitants, so happy and peaceful in their deep sleep. They would never have to wake up again, never again have to worry or fear anything. They would only sleep, without even any bad dreams to haunt them. They all had their fears, their worries, their troubles--the cruel reality that they couldn't escape from. But she had blessed them with the ability to be free of that, forever.Tracian Empire wrote:She left him without words, without a breath, as he had slowly turned around to look at her..and he just remained like that, his once hollow silver eyes now filed with life as he just started at her, ignoring the city, ignoring everything else around them, and looking only and only at her.. and then tears slowly started to roll down his cheeks.
"You are.. you are even more beautiful than I had ever imagined.."
by Tracian Empire » Thu Nov 15, 2018 2:25 pm
by Tracian Empire » Fri Nov 16, 2018 1:18 pm
by Castle Crashers » Sat Nov 17, 2018 12:22 am
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
The border between Wyzkia and the Ecclesiarchy
"Alina.. there is.. there is nothing that you have to be sorry about..", Rafal tried to say, his voice soft, sad and yet glad at the same time. It was heartbreaking to see her like that, crying so hard..but he was glad.. he was oh so glad that he had managed to find her before it was too late..it hurt to think that he had failed to protect her, even after he had promised her that, that because of his own weakness, he had failed to protect his liege and he had also failed to keep her safe from such vile people as the Faith Keepers.. but he was glad that from now on, this was over. With his blade and bonded grfiffin.. he was much stronger now, strong enough to defend her.. strong enough to save her. "Just wait for a little bit more, alright? I will take care of them, and then I will save you, for sure.."
The same knight who had spoken so roughly to Alina was however taking none of it, as he made a step forward, tightly gripping his sword. "What are you trying to do, little paladin? Attacking a group of Faith Keepers? This is a sacrilege. The Faith's Judgement will have your head for this! And why do you even care about her anyway? Are you just trying to act a knight in shining armor?", he shouted, spitting venom. And Rafal just took a deep breath. "I... I promised that I would protect her...and.. and.." A short moment of silence followed, and even if it wasn't exactly noticeable because of the distance and because of his armor, the green eyed boy blushed a little. "And I care about her... do I need any other reasons? The Paladins don't recognize the authority of your corrupted Faith's Judgement anyway.. and if it's for her, if it's for saving her, then I really don't care.. I will save her even if I have to fight the Paladins, even if I have to fight the entire Faith..it doesn't matter..", and the boy smiled sadly. But the knight didn't seem to care. "We have been ordered to bring this girl to Sedia by one of the Decidors.. and our Priestess has found some sort of a dark, corrupting power inside of her... who knows what sort of a wicked demon or cursed monster she really is! You can never know, with all of those monstrosities being able to masquerade as humans.. and even if she really is human to begin with, then this just means that she is just a little whore who accepted a demon's power, abandoning her gods.. she deserves to burn at the stake.."
And Rafal's entire attitude changed in a moment. "You.. should not have said that..", he whispered, in a voice as cold as ice.. and a heartbeat later, Rafal suddenly threw the huge lance that he was holding, the lance that was meant for thrusting and certainly not for throwing, directly at the knight - and with an incredible precision, aided by the griffin's magic, most likely, the lance pierced through the knight's right thigh, breaking the bone as if it was a small twig. And the knight screamed. The griffin cried again, a blood curling shriek and several of the Faith Keepers simply dropped their weapons, turning around and starting to run away. With the light of the sun causing his armor to shine, riding on top of such a majestic and powerful beast, with those wings on his back.. Rafal truly looked like a Paladin, like a warrior of the ages of old.. like a true hero.
The green eyed boy jumped from the griffin's back, and the false wings on his back slowed his fall - allowing him to softly land on the muddy ground beneath. Two of the younger Faith Keepers, probably also the most foolish ones, one armed with an axe and one armed with a spear rushed forward, trying to attack him before he could fight back.. but in one swift move, Rafal unsheathed his sword, blocking the axe with its jagged blade and punching the first Faith Keeper in the face. The second one hesitated, and the blade cut through his spear's wooden shaft. Left without a weapon, the second Keeper screamed, turning around and running away. This short and quick display of power and skill was more than enough to frighten the others. The band of Faith Keepers scattered in the wind, disappearing through the forest around them.. except for three of them. The wounded knight, the scarred girl, and the priestess. The knight was unable to walk, shocked and in pain, curled up in a near fetal position on the ground, and the two girls looked at Rafal hesitantly.
"You can take him away.. as bad as his soul his, he doesn't deserve to die..", he told them calmly, and the scarred girl silently nodded, looking once again at Alina for a few moment before jumping out of the wagon, and a few moments later, both Faith Keepers disappeared among the trees, dragging the wounded knight with them. Rafal had already scouted the forest with the griffin, so he knew that there were no other dangers between them and the Ecclesiarchy's border.. and killing them like that was just not like him.
All that mattered was her.
Rafal started to run, and a few moments later, he was in the wagon, looking at her with a mess of feelings reflected in his expression. He gently took her hands into his left hand, and used the sword's edge to hit the handcuffs once, breaking the magical markings that were on them, and they just turned into dust.. Dropping his sword, Rafal just hugged her as tightly as he could, tears rolling down his cheeks. "i'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry..", he tried to say.. "I n-nearly.. n-nearly l-lost you.. I n-nearly b-broke my p-promise.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, but I'm.. I'm here n-now.. and everything is alright.. I'm here now, and you're s-safe.."
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A couple of minutes later, Wulf also managed to get off from the griffin's back - the little boy hesitating for quite a while to jump like Rafal had just done, only for his own little wings to ease his fall like that. The griffin distanced itself from the others a little, seeming to be quite interested in the weapons that the Faith Keepers had left behind, and with Wulf remaining sort of alone like that.. he suddenly felt someone grabbing him by the neck from behind, a man in the white robes of a Faith Keeper... "This doesn't end here, you sinners!", he whispered, taking out a knife..
Tracian Empire wrote:As soon as she let go of their hands..she said that they should dance, telling Julie that he had been trying to think of a way to ask her.. which of course, instantly made him blush. He wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready for any of this, he wasn’t sure what to do, what to say.. and yet, for a moment.. he gathered all the strength that he had, as he hesitantly looked at her.. “Would you.. would you.. would you like.. to... d-dance w-with m-me?..", he tried to say, offering her his hand.. and for a brief moment, he closed his eyes... and then he heard it. "O-of course..." , she managed to answer, and she placed her hand in his own..and at that moment, Celio was sure that if he still would have had a proper heart.. it would have certainly skipped a beat. His face lit up and he smiled without even thinking about it, as he swung her into the dance, both of them still blushing. He had no idea how to dance properly, how could he?..But both of them just seemed to move in their own way, following the rhythm of the music.. and that didn't matter anyway.. he was with her, he was holding her hands, they were dancing..and he was happy.
He was still embarrassed, of course, very much so, so he tried not to look at her directly.. but he couldn't help but steal a glance at her from time to time..he couldn't help but think that not all that much time had passed ever since they had firstly met..but now.. it was.. it was just so difficult to imagine his lie without her. She was so close to him right now, but.. it was her.. she was the same girl who had confronted him back in that little city. The girl who had reacted to him not taking her seriously by clumsily provoking him to a duel, by throwing her glove right into his face. The same girl who had nearly buried him alive, believing that he was dead while he had been just asleep.. the same girl who had followed him into the past, who had forgiven him for what he had done, who hadn’t abandoned him even if she would have had all the right to just leave him behind... The same girl who had fought against that Justitia twice, who had risked her life, her position, everything, just in order to save him from the Faith.. the same girl who had tried to fight against him during that horrible night in which he had no control over his actions.. the brave girl who had managed to stop him from causing too much pain and suffering..
And it was her who had managed to clear the clouds of dark thoughts and feelings that were surrounding him. It was her who had tried to help him right when he had nearly abandoned all hope.. and over a single day.. over a single day she had managed to help him just so much. And it was her, not any of the other girls, it was her.. it was her who made him feel so happy. She was beautiful.. she had been beautiful from the beginning of course, but now..it was so easy for him to imagine her like one of those angels that he had heard so much about.. but that wasn't.. that wasn't all...
And as he was thinking about all of it like that..he realized something..something that was so obvious, so clear that he couldn't understand why he hadn't noticed it earlier. All of it, the last weeks, the last day, had been.. had been so good because of her.. it wasn't the flowers who had made him happy.. the tranquility of the nature, the happy atmosphere of the village or the celebrations that had made all of those bad thoughts go away, that had made him feel like that.. it was her.. it was her.. For these few moments, none of the things that normally tormented him, that normally made him feel horrible mattered.. he was happy.. he was calm.. and this feeling, this amazing feeling of just being with her, away from all of that.. made him say something without even thinking about it...but it was the truth.. this was the happiest he had ever been..
She said that she wanted him to be happy, and then she reminded him of something that he had forgotten - that back in the morning, he had given her exactly one day to do whatever she wanted in her attempt to make him find something worth living for.. and now she asked him that.. if he had found a reason to keep living...and he only needed a couple of moments to think about it. He wasn't sure why, and he couldn't understand this warm feeling in his chest...but the celebrations, the nature, the world itself, none of that mattered. He had.. he had found something.. something that was worth living for. "Yes.. I.. I found one..a reason.. a reason to live..", he said, looking directly at her, blue meeting crimson as she looked back at him..both of them blushing, their cheeks hot and red.. and slowly, they stopped dancing, they stopped moving, just looking at each other like that.. They were just so close to each other that he felt as if he had to hold his breath... and for a moment, they just stood there in silence..but both of them knew that it was coming. He hesitated for a moment, before he leaned forward.. and he kissed her. Their lips touched for as long as it would take to count a couple of heartbeats, and then, as it ended, Celio gathered ever last bit of courage that he still had inside of him. "It's.. you.."
by Zapatha » Mon Nov 19, 2018 12:23 am
by Tracian Empire » Sat Dec 01, 2018 1:25 pm
by Charlia » Sun Dec 02, 2018 8:37 am
She clung to Rafal for as long as she could, until he pulled away at Wulf's cry--she flinched at the sight of the boy in danger, cursing herself in her mind for not noticing sooner, not doing something, but then the man started to scream in agony.Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
The border between Wyzkia and the Ecclesiarchy
As he was hugging her like that.. it seemed that nothing else mattered anymore. It was as if all the horrible memories of the previous night just evaporated. It didn't matter anymore that so many people had died in the chaos in that camp.. that he had nearly died with poison burning through his veins, lost in a forest, that he had nearly lost her, captured by those disgusting Faith Keepers who Gods know what would have done to her.. that he had nearly broken his promise to protect her....the fear that he had felt, grasping his heart, even as he was slowly dying and in pain, that something would happen to her, that she would be hurt without him being able to defend her.. none of that mattered anymore, none of that mattered here and now, now that he had found her, now that they were together, now that he was hugging her. He was going to protect her from anyone and anything.. even if the entire world would have been against them. Now, with his new powers, with the relic and with his bonded griffin.. he could say that. He could finally keep his promise. And hearing her whispers, hearing her say that she wanted to come with him, that she was alright with it, that she wanted him to be her knight, and as she clung to him even more tightly.. his heart skipped a beat. He was happy.. he truly was, but he had no idea what else to say.. so he just hugged her back, just as tightly, once again feeling as if he wanted to cry. "It's.. it's alright..you can stay with me.. and I will be here for you, no matter what.."
But just as he felt as if the world around them didn't matter anymore.. the illusion was promptly broken by Wulf crying for help. Letting go of Alina, and turning around, Rafal noticed the Faith Keeper who was holding the boy, and the knife.. the griffin had noticed it too, but all of them were too far away to react in time.. and for a moment, the green eyed paladin felt a twinge of fear, that even as he thought that everything was safe.. someone around him might suddenly die, without him being able to do anything.. just like last night, with the Grand Duke..it was horrible, horrible, horrible..
But suddenly, the Faith Keeper started to scream in pain, releasing the boy.. and for a heartbeat, Rafal hesitated, remembering what had happened the first time when they had met Wulf, expecting to feel the same horrifying pain again..but nothing of the sort happened, and while still confused.. Rafal realized that the Grand Duke had been right in putting his faith in the little boy. Somehow...somehow Wulf seemed to be able to use his power against a single person, without hurting anyone else.. and only as he noticed the glowing mark in Wulf's palm did Rafal also realize that maybe.. maybe that strange deity also had something to do with it...and it was because of the glowing mark that Rafal completely missed the smile, and the moment when the boy had really, really wanted to hurt that man.. and by the time when Rafal finally arrived next to him, that moment was over. Tears were welling in Wulf's eyes, and the man, scared and broken and shivering, simply stood up, turning around, and ran away.. with Rafal making no effort to try to run after him.
The moment of danger had passed, and with the tension gone, Rafal dropped his unsheathed sword, and knelt down next to Wulf, so that their faces could be on the same level. "Are you alright?", the boy asked, just how worried he was clear by how he was looking at the younger boy, as he gently put his hand on Wulf's shoulder. "It's alright now..", the paladin tried to say, with the griffin also stopping next to them. Having shared their master's concern about Alina, neither the griffin, nor the relic had felt that Faith Keeper in time.. but now, with them alerted, Rafal felt that everything was safe.. "It's alright...they're gone now.. and you've managed to defend yourself.. you should be proud of yourself for that.."And Rafal tried to smile, to reassure him..
"I can't say that I understand you, master. Why would you want to defend this boy? You are not a full paladin yet, so you are not bound by their tenets.. and even if you would have been, your failure to protect him would have been understandable. You really are a weird master..", a voice was heard behind them, and sure enough.. the sword had disappeared, replaced with the same girl from before, the girl that Alina had never seen before, the relic, with her iron-like, grayish hair, dark gray eyes, just too beautiful to be human, nearly doll-like in appearance..and with her voice so emotionless and empty that one could nearly imagine her as a sword. "However.. I suppose that you understand why you want to defend the girl so much. Males of most species should try to defend their females, and I suppose that you would be more than willing to die to defend your mate, especially if she is carrying your offspring.."
by Tracian Empire » Sun Dec 02, 2018 1:38 pm
by Castle Crashers » Sun Dec 02, 2018 11:42 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
The border between Wyzkia and the Ecclesiarchy
As he was hugging her like that.. it seemed that nothing else mattered anymore. It was as if all the horrible memories of the previous night just evaporated. It didn't matter anymore that so many people had died in the chaos in that camp.. that he had nearly died with poison burning through his veins, lost in a forest, that he had nearly lost her, captured by those disgusting Faith Keepers who Gods know what would have done to her.. that he had nearly broken his promise to protect her....the fear that he had felt, grasping his heart, even as he was slowly dying and in pain, that something would happen to her, that she would be hurt without him being able to defend her.. none of that mattered anymore, none of that mattered here and now, now that he had found her, now that they were together, now that he was hugging her. He was going to protect her from anyone and anything.. even if the entire world would have been against them. Now, with his new powers, with the relic and with his bonded griffin.. he could say that. He could finally keep his promise. And hearing her whispers, hearing her say that she wanted to come with him, that she was alright with it, that she wanted him to be her knight, and as she clung to him even more tightly.. his heart skipped a beat. He was happy.. he truly was, but he had no idea what else to say.. so he just hugged her back, just as tightly, once again feeling as if he wanted to cry. "It's.. it's alright..you can stay with me.. and I will be here for you, no matter what.."
But just as he felt as if the world around them didn't matter anymore.. the illusion was promptly broken by Wulf crying for help. Letting go of Alina, and turning around, Rafal noticed the Faith Keeper who was holding the boy, and the knife.. the griffin had noticed it too, but all of them were too far away to react in time.. and for a moment, the green eyed paladin felt a twinge of fear, that even as he thought that everything was safe.. someone around him might suddenly die, without him being able to do anything.. just like last night, with the Grand Duke..it was horrible, horrible, horrible..
But suddenly, the Faith Keeper started to scream in pain, releasing the boy.. and for a heartbeat, Rafal hesitated, remembering what had happened the first time when they had met Wulf, expecting to feel the same horrifying pain again..but nothing of the sort happened, and while still confused.. Rafal realized that the Grand Duke had been right in putting his faith in the little boy. Somehow...somehow Wulf seemed to be able to use his power against a single person, without hurting anyone else.. and only as he noticed the glowing mark in Wulf's palm did Rafal also realize that maybe.. maybe that strange deity also had something to do with it...and it was because of the glowing mark that Rafal completely missed the smile, and the moment when the boy had really, really wanted to hurt that man.. and by the time when Rafal finally arrived next to him, that moment was over. Tears were welling in Wulf's eyes, and the man, scared and broken and shivering, simply stood up, turning around, and ran away.. with Rafal making no effort to try to run after him.
The moment of danger had passed, and with the tension gone, Rafal dropped his unsheathed sword, and knelt down next to Wulf, so that their faces could be on the same level. "Are you alright?", the boy asked, just how worried he was clear by how he was looking at the younger boy, as he gently put his hand on Wulf's shoulder. "It's alright now..", the paladin tried to say, with the griffin also stopping next to them. Having shared their master's concern about Alina, neither the griffin, nor the relic had felt that Faith Keeper in time.. but now, with them alerted, Rafal felt that everything was safe.. "It's alright...they're gone now.. and you've managed to defend yourself.. you should be proud of yourself for that.."And Rafal tried to smile, to reassure him..
"I can't say that I understand you, master. Why would you want to defend this boy? You are not a full paladin yet, so you are not bound by their tenets.. and even if you would have been, your failure to protect him would have been understandable. You really are a weird master..", a voice was heard behind them, and sure enough.. the sword had disappeared, replaced with the same girl from before, the girl that Alina had never seen before, the relic, with her iron-like, grayish hair, dark gray eyes, just too beautiful to be human, nearly doll-like in appearance..and with her voice so emotionless and empty that one could nearly imagine her as a sword. "However.. I suppose that you understand why you want to defend the girl so much. Males of most species should try to defend their females, and I suppose that you would be more than willing to die to defend your mate, especially if she is carrying your offspring.."
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
A village
Those few, fleeting moments seemed to have lasted for an eternity..it was as if suddenly, rays of light had broken through the darkness that had been surrounding him for so long. For those few seconds, it was as if nothing else mattered, as if, for as long as they were together, everything was going to be alright. And what he had said just before was true.. he had never imagined that a human being could ever be this happy.. he had no idea that such happiness could be his...that such a heartwarming feeling could exist in their cruel and ugly world. That single moment...it was as if all of his suffering, all of the pain that he had to endure for the past few years had been worth it.. only for that single kiss. And like that.. the boy finally realized that the reason for why he wanted to live, to survive, to stay in this world.. it was her.. and with all of the courage that he had left, as their kiss ended... he told her that...
And then..as she covered her face with her hands, blushing heavily, telling him that he can't just say stuff like that, and that she might just explode..it finally dawned on him what had just happened, what he had just said, and that he had told her that she was his reason to live..he nearly exploded in embarrassment too, just how hard he was blushing even more obvious because of his paler skin. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to apologize, unable to look directly at her, and he nearly made a step back, confused.. so many thoughts were racing through his mind that he had no idea what to do....why did he say something like that? Why did they.. why did they kiss? H-how could, how could they have..that was so selfish of him.. why.. why hadn't he thought about it first? Why hadn't he thought about her first, which hadn't he checked if she was alright, but why would she? What if she disliked it, or what if she was actually happy too? What if she wasn't going to forgive him for that, or what if she had enjoyed it too? What if she was going to hate him because of that, or what if...?What if this was going to upset her, what if she was happy, what if she was going to cry, but she wasn't crying..
It was such a jumbled mess of happy and sad thoughts, and he was already all red and hot and embarrassed, and like that, he failed to notice how Julie was peeking at him, and before he was even able to realize what was happening..she moved forward.. and their lips touched again. His mind went blank, suddenly emptied of anything and everything.. it was like an electric spark. It only lasted for a couple seconds, but once again.. it was as if their lips were together for much longer than that... before she finally pulled away, and then, to his surprise, the blue eyed girl buried her face into his chest, only giving him a glimpse of her blushing expression before she wrapped her arms around him. He nearly recoiled in shock, feeling her so close, with her hugging him..why would she be doing something like that? Why would she kiss him back? Why would she.. why would she..? He instinctively wanted to take a step back, to push her away, unused to someone holding him like that, but he closed his eyes for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths..desperately trying to remain calm, even if he was blushing even stronger than before (if that was even possible). And then, hesitantly.. he slowly put his arms around her, hugging her back, even if her face was pressed so tightly against his chest that he could feel the warmth of her face.. so tightly, that she could maybe notice again that his heart wasn't beating..
"It's.. it's r-real.. I.. I think..", the boy tried to answer, still taking deep breaths, his voice shaking.. also feeling the need to just hold her close, to hug her, her presence and her warmth being a physical reminder that yes, this was really happening, this was no dream, this was real..all of it, their kiss, her reacting to him kissing her and to what he said by kissing him back, and then by hugging her..her responding to his affection like that.. it was almost.. almost too good to be true. The fear that this was all just a dream, his imagination, or that she would suddenly become cold, and that she would push him away and hate him.. that fear, that horrifying fear was like shards of glass piercing through his heart. Too horrible to even think about.. he had absolutely no idea what this feeling was, this happy and fuzzy feeling that was warming his heart.. but he.. he hoped that she was feeling the same.. even if he couldn't.. even if he couldn't even begin to imagine why she would feel like that.. why she would accept to be kissed by someone like him. "And.. I w-was.. t-telling the t-truth..", he tried to tell her, feeling all of his courage leaving him. "B-but.. w-why?", he tried to ask, so many different feelings and questions all brought together into one.. a few moments of silence passed, as Celio was trying to realize what was happening, while trying to resist the urge to hug her even tighter than that, to make sure that she was actually there, so tight that the world around them would lose its meaning.. "Why.. why are you d-doing this.. w-why.. are you.. are you alright w-with this..? With k-kissing and h-hugging..with.. someone.. someone like me?"
by Tracian Empire » Tue Dec 04, 2018 12:00 pm
by Charlia » Tue Dec 04, 2018 12:40 pm
by Tracian Empire » Tue Dec 11, 2018 2:09 pm
by Castle Crashers » Tue Dec 11, 2018 11:34 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
A village
He was afraid too.. how couldn’t he be? For most of his life, or at least, from what he could remember.. everyone hated him. All of the people that he met ended up despising him, sooner or later. They loathed him because he was a necromancer, because he was a servant of Invidia..they didn’t care about everything that he had been through. And the only ones who didn’t hate him were those whose souls were also bound to sins..or those whose souls were bound to his, like his relic. At least.. until he met her. Julie was the first person that he had ever met who had tried to find the good inside of him.. who had tried to understand how much he had suffered.. who had believed in him. And sometimes..sometimes it was just so hard to believe. She had no reasons to be so kind to him after all.. if even if she was the Archbishop of Kindness. they were enemies.. and he had… he had hurt her so much. So even if she had kissed him back, even if she was hugging him.. what if she was just pretending? What if it was just an act? It was horrible to think about such things, when they were so close together, when he was so happy..but there was a part of him, a voice in his head that always whispered, that it was all a lie..
That’s why he just anxiously waited for her to say something, to say anything, desperately fearing that she might say something to push him away.. and yet.. and yet..
She said that she liked him, and somehow, poor Celio seemed to turn even more red than he already was. He had always longed for affection, even back then, when he was just a lonely child, shunned by the others for having caused his mother’s death with birth.. so for someone to actually care for him like that.. it was weird. All these feelings.. they were just so messy and confused, and as he struggled to understand all these emotions that he was feeling, this warmness in his chest, the blue eyed girl continued to talk..that he was the only one who had ever taken her seriously.. even if had taken him a long time to do that. If someone would have told him back then, after the two of them had met for the first time in that little city, after she had challenged him to a duel so clumsily, by throwing her glove right into his face, that he would end up doing his best to understand her, to be close to her.. he would have never believed it, no chance. And then...well, Celio’s face became almost as red as his eyes. The boy was blushing so much that you could almost expect steam to start rising off his face...him being.. being.. c-cute? She.. she l-liked his s-smile? It was.. it was far too much for him to be able to understand, it was.. it was oof, so embarrassing.. and she was clearly embarrassed too..but he really wanted to hide somewhere right there and right then. He was.. he was g-great? Oof..
But before he was able to spend too much time thinking about that, the same old lady from before stopped right next to them, grinning as she looked at them.. and Celio tried to look away, to hide just how much he was blushing. The old lady seemed to be happy, but as she started to speak, Celio finally noticed that many of the villagers were leaving, and that there was no more music - the celebration was over. Celio was pretty affected by this - years and years of being constantly on the run meant that he had learned to constantly be careful about his surroundings, to constantly be paranoid, and yet.. just him being next to her had made him lower his guard like that.. so the crimson eyed boy felt a twinge of fear - before the old lady grabbed both of their wrists, forcing them to follow her. Celio was still a bit confused about all of this, his short moment of fear meaning that he wasn’t careful when the old lady had told them that she was going to give them a place to say for the night - but he also noticed all those girls from earlier, and how some of them looked angrily at Julie, while some of them seemed to be upset - with a few of them even crying, but Celio didn’t manage to connect the dots. The idea that anyone would like him or find him attractive was too confusing for him to comprehend - so the idea that he was popular was way beyond his power of understanding. Before he was even able to think about that though, Julie slipped her arm around theirs, and Celio slightly blushed again. He remained quiet this time, just enjoying the warmth of her hand against his skin that was just so cold..
Eventually, they arrived in front of a large stoned building that seemed to be an inn of some sorts - vaguely reminding him of what happened in Arys, even if this inn looked a lot better and a lot more peaceful than the tavern back in that horrible Anselmian city. The lady led them into the inn, and trying not to wake the sleeping innkeeper, the three of them moved quietly up to stairs to one of the rooms. And then, much to their shock.. the lady said that this was the only room that they had right now.. and they had to share it. Celio’s reaction was a mix of embarrassment and anxiety - sharing the room with a girl, sharing the room with her? It was too much, far too much for someone like him, and he had no idea what to do or what to say..he tried to protest, but before he could say anything, the lady mentioned that them sleeping there was going to be on the house, and Celio quickly remembered that he had absolutely no money on him.. and that he couldn’t even remember the last time he had slept in an inn. Inns normally rejected necromancers who also seemed to be servants of one of the Seven Sins at the same time, oh well..
The lady told them that she was just repaying his kindness - even if well, he still failed to understand why what he had done back then was so special..and then the old woman grinned again..saying.. saying that they shouldn’t have much f-fun, and the poor boy turned bright red once again, just how much he was blushing being even more obvious in his case than it was on Julie, due to just how pale he was. She couldn’t have.. she couldn’t have been implying that...but it really.. it really seemed that she had.. that she was.. that she was expecting that to be doing that..If his heart would have still been beating, Celio was pretty sure that it would have exploded right around now. He knew what that was of course - as much as he hated the cultists of Luxuria and as much he had tried to keep them from doing too much harm, the simple fact that they were in the same Cult of Sins meant that over the past three years, the three years that he could remember at least, he had learned quite a lot of details about such things.. and he couldn’t even count the number of female cultists of Luxuria, that for some reason that he couldn’t understand - had tried to do that with him.. it was.. it was so embarrassing that he couldn’t even think about it.. but he had never done anything like that..so why would.. why would that woman say something like that?
And Julie seemed to be worrying about the same things, as she tried to say something, her voice embarrassed and shaking, as she as clearly blushing - and she seemed to ask him that - and Celio nearly died from embarrassment right there - how could she.. how could she suspect that he would.. that he would try to do something like that. “N-no..”, he managed to say, his voice as low as a whisper, before an even stronger blushing Julie opened the door.. only to reveal that the room had a single bed.
This was one of those moments in which he really, really wanted to have learned invisibility magic. Or teleportation. Or perhaps death, yeah, death seemed to be a much better alternative than this. It was beyond embarrassing, he was blushing so hard that he couldn’t even find a word to describe it, he nearly started to tremble. She wasn’t going to sleep in the same room as him, was she? She was going to be embarrassed, she was going to be scared, probably both, and she was just going to throw him out or something. It was alright - he could understand it - he was going to leave if it ended up like that, but before, before he had to prove it to her that he wasn’t going to do anything like that. And it wasn’t sleeping that he was worried about - after all, most of the time, his sleep meant just lying down on a clean pile of leaves in a forest somewhere. The issue was sleeping in the same room with her, oof, since he could already feel that he was going to be far too embarrassed to be able to sleep…but at least.. at least no sleep meant no nightmares..
Taking a deep breath, Celio tried to calm down a little. “You should.. you should s-sleep in the b-bed.. I’ll.. I’ll be a-alright..”, he tried to say, his voice shaking. Without even waiting for her answer - the boy just lied down on the wooden floor next to the bed in a position that looked really, really uncomfortable. “G-good night..”, he tried to say, hoping that the conversation would end there..
by Kingdom of Irhk » Wed Dec 12, 2018 8:39 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:
The border between the Kingdom of Duivene and the Fallen Achisia
The black armor wearing twin of Alexis still seemed to be unable to take the fight seriously, giggling and teasing Eric from time to time while never really seeming to pay too much attention to the duel, to the metal of Eric's sword hitting her lance or her blade. It was as if she was playing around with him, like a predator taunting its prey..or like a child having fun with a toy...and she seemed to take a lot of pleasure in the fact that she had managed to annoy her opponent, even a little... but that was also her mistake. She nearly effortlessly parried his first attacks, and then she tried to hit him with the sword and the tip of her spear at the same time - a move that was brimming with overconfidence.. only for him to deflect her sword, and to push her back, taking her by surprise enough for her to lose her balance for a few precious moments - just as she tried to hit him with her spear. That's where Eric's long experience and great skill in swordfighting proved their value, as the knight hit the twin's hand with his sword - not enough to wound her but enough to make her involuntarily drop her spear - and then he hit her nose with his sword's pommel, forcing her back with a small cry of pain. As Eric kicked the spear away, and as black blood started to flow from her nose.. the twin looked at him with what was now clearly hate in her sickly yellowish eyes. She seemed to want to say something, but she never managed to - as before she was even able to open her mouth, a cry of "Men of Duievene, rally to your princess!", was heard in the distance, and a charging knight thrust his lance at her torso. And a few things happened in a quick sequence.
The silver tip of the lance managed to pierce through an armor that would have been unbreakable otherwise, and it presumably also pierced through her skin and flesh - judging by the black blood that gushed out and by her cry of pain that was provoked by the burning sensation of that piece of holy metal. However, the tip of the spear lodged itself there and because of how fast Peter was moving, the wooden shaft of the lance broke. The evil princess reacted almost immediately, shouting a spell which led to three spears of shadow piercing directly into the chest and torso of Peter's horse - causing the poor animal to die almost instantly and to fall, throwing the knight who was riding on the ground rather violently.
Having dealt with the first issue, the twin looked immediately back at Eric, not even giving him a chance to react properly, her style of fighting seeming to have changed completely from just a few minutes ago. Fast and deadly, she pushed forward with her sword, forcing the knight to use all of his focus and strength just to defend himself and to parry or deflect her hits and slashes, as she quickly changed the targets of her onslaught. She attacked with a speed that was just barely even human anymore, and step by step, she pushed him back. And just as her offensive flurry seemed to calm down for a moment, giving Eric a moment of breathing, she suddenly grabbed Eric's sword by the blade, and pulled it to the side with a nearly superhuman strength - giving her enough of an opening to thrust her sword forward - and her black blade pierced through Eric's armor and left upper arm, right next to the bone. With a smirk on her face, the light blonde haired girl pulled back her sword and let go of Eric's, clearly enjoying all of this.
"Good swordsman or not, you are still just a little human, little knight.", the twin told Eric, giggling. "You are a human getting involved in a battle of gods and magic..and because of that, no matter what, you will fail.. you will fail, you will lose, and you will die.. your heroes are weak and false idols, and you are going to die defending a princess who can not even defend those that she cares about.. a princess that can not even defend herself." A whisper in the wind.. and a spear of shadow suddenly appeared next to Eric, being thrown directly at the poor Alexis, who was still shivering and shaking, doing her best just to stand up, with the help of her lance. Before she was able to react, the spear's tip pierced through her shoulder, the force of the hit throwing her back and on the ground. And once again, the princess' flag and her lance fell on the muddy ground, and the flag's disappeared led to another wave of fear and pure despair among the soldiers... if their princess was gone, if their hero was gone, if her light was no more.. who was going to protect them, who was going to lead them?
If their hero was gone, all hope was lost. And in the mud, Alexis seemed to be so drained of energy, so pale and weak that she couldn't even cry..
"But you know something? I like your determination, this stubbornness and spirit of yours.. I have a friend who will be more than able to chain that soul of yours after you die.. what would you think about having to serve me for all eternity?" You will learn to enjoy it, in time...", and smirking again, the evil twin gripped the handle of her sword even tighter, ready to attack again. "Or will you try to stop me?"
by Faal Lot Himdah » Fri Dec 14, 2018 9:33 am
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Zapatha » Wed Dec 19, 2018 1:11 am
by Tracian Empire » Fri Dec 21, 2018 1:47 pm
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