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[Sonusai]

Sonusai gasps. They heard her? The Nagajit heard her footsteps? How? Sighing ever so quietly, she moves closer to the group, sending one of her wind elemental friends to find out what was going on.

The wind elemental swirled around the group before coming back to her, whispering that it seemed okay to approach. Fingering the large scar across her cheek, she hesitates, before standing, and approaching the group, her long black and green renaissance dress rustling around her dainty feet. Her ocean colored eyes twinkle.

"I...I am Sonusai, daughter of Avira and Terran." She curtsies low, her long brown and green curls sweeping the ground. Her head is down, meek, having learned long ago that one must not anger strangers, for fear of what might happen.




OOC: Nagajit is dragon rider in Sonusai's native language.

[Aderas]

Turning again, before even offering his greetings to the new-come man, Einhander sees a third figure entering the small clearing, causing him to draw his bow and back further away from the center of the clearing. While none of the people around him had made no overtly hostile moves, his past had taught him that, even if it were not a war-zone, there were assassins similar to these.

"Indeed..." He responds to the new woman, then looks back to the man, then to Kestrel. His eyes had taken even more of a steely silver color by now, as he began to feel somewhat cornered. "Perhaps it would be best if I took my leave, however." He says, backing further with one hand ready to string an arrow.

[ThexTwistedxOne]

In her mind Kestrel was panicking, she had never been around so many people in her life, when it comes to company Kestrel always preferred that of animals and nature itself. Animals are not afraid to show themselves or what they are feeling.
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Cail dug his talons into the earth, he felt how uneasy this situation made his rider feel. He arose from his sitting position, leaving his rider near the tall oak he had no intention of attacking anyone, nor could he try for Kestrel could read his every thought and movement. He approached the two strangers, his tail swayed side to side as he did so. He stopped a fair distance in front of them, looking them over deciding if they were a threat or not. Lucky for Einhander, Cail had trust him... for now.
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She moved from the tall oak tree keeping an eye on her Dragon, the last thing she wanted was for him to think they were lunch. "Its a pleasure to meet you Sonusai and Omio.." She continued her trail, eyes still upon her dragon untill she reached the side of Einhinder. It was written on his face how the situation also made him feel. "Leave? but.. you only just arrived" though she sounded concerned, in her mind she was staling him, not wanting him to go so quickly.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai sighs. She sees the eyes of the pure Elf and the Nagajit widen. "Perhaps twould be best if I bid thee adieu." She sighs, her eyes haunted. She didn't really want to go back to the tavern, but that would be her only home. She didn't want to face the mess that was the man she had loved, but who had given her those scars. Putting her head down, she sighs meekly, and starts to trudge back to the tavern, the tattered hem of her long black and green renaissance dress rustling around her dainty feet.

Perhaps it would be best if she did not approach strangers anymore. Perhaps, Raphael was right, and it was her fault that the entire village, every being, from the highest noble to the newborn babe, succumbed to the plague.

[Aderas]

Einhander paused and lowered his bow as the female figure stopped and offered a farewell, then turned and left. He remained silent for a few moments before calling back, "Hold!" Simply, and not much louder than his usual voice, though much stronger. He could not be sure if his words had reached the new-comer turned exile, though his eyes left the vacated spot and back to the two current threats nearby, particularly the one who had approached him and asked him to stay. He felt a strange compelling to heed those words and remain in the clearing, though he squinted his eyes slightly and shoved back the foreign influence. "Pardon M'lady, but crowds make me uncomfortable." He responds, glancing back to the other man, who he had yet to respond to.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai looks up, startled. "I beg thy pardon, Good Sir. I doth not mean to make thee uncomfortable." She curtsies low, her ocean colored eyes wide, and her head down, meek. Slowly rising, she raises her hands, as if to show that she means no harm. "I am merely a healer from a small village that is no more, Good Sir, on the run from my ex-husbands." She sighs, and brings her hands to the large scar that goes from under her left eye to the bottom of her right cheek. A small tear trails down her cheek unnoticed.

[ThexTwistedxOne]

Kestrel stepped away from Einhander towards Sonusai, a blank expression on her face, almost as if just by looking at the scar she had felt all of her pain. "Then you should not Travel alone,these lands seem to have become dangerous.. and if you are on the run its best you stay with others?..Is it not?" Kestrel had really felt bad for the healer, no one should have to fear for the life so much that they have to flee for it. She still kept her eye on her dragon, who now has focused his attention on the one whom calls himself Omio, studying him carefully.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai looks up, startled. "I thanketh thee, Milady." She shudders from the memories, always hiding.

"How dare thee! I trusted thee with this, and you betrayed me!" His arm comes down, the blade slicing her cheek. She had learned long ago to not cry out, or he will be even angrier. Just to take what she was given, and be grateful it wasn't worse than it was. Her cheek bleeds, as she doubles over, huddling in on herself. "Raphael, sir? Please, I beg of thee." He stops, his eyes blood red, "You dare speak to me! After what you did?" She puts her head down. "Please, sir, forgive me. I beg of thee to forgive me." All she had done was leave the house to go to heal a neighbor and help with a birth. He didn't like them, though, and had forbid her from going to help them. If she had not, however, the babe would have died, and so would the new mother, since it was a breach birth. He sighs, "You know I am only doing this to protect thee from the outside world. I do love thee, and care for thee. Now, go bring me a glass of mead." She puts her head down, and rushes to do as he bid her, making note to put some ice on the cut later, since she is unable to heal herself.

A small trail of tears trickles down her cheek, as she hides her face.

[Hunter_Killer]

Asirma rested by the willow by the angelic falls. WIlling the last of his focus to complete his transformation. A silver-white light enveloped him. As it fades away a serpentine white dragon rests around the Angelic Falls. Showing no signs of hesitation he pushes off into the sky and heads in the direction of where the lands have been troubled. Since it was his duty, as one of the remaining guardians, to protect the earth and her childeren and living creatures.

[Omio]

He stood, abashed by what all developed in front of him; then he managed to get his wits together quickly enough and say something for once. "Eh, sure, I can spare a day's food to help everyone here out, but I'm running a bit low on water, and should get more tomorrow... Sorry about the silence earlier, but I'm not used to talking first or anything like that; I much rather peaceful observation, and helpful participation than anything else... I have been quite a few things in the past, having to be alone, so I should be of some help..."

The pain of the past was still strong; despite the front he was putting up, his eyes would still have a slight green tinge now and again. He could put an emotional 'front' up, but if the emotions were too powerful, his 'front' would fall, and one could see into him again with ease. He wasn't the type to let other people know of his pains, either, so they were rather bottled-up. Hopefully, there wasn't a telepath around; those type of people were one of the things he was extremely weak against.

[Hunter_Killer]

(ooc: *sigh* It begins finally.... there may be some jumping around.... here we go...)

The Acrolytes set about their tasks. The one with the platinum dagger saw an opening and he took it....

Lunarus saw the Acrolyte as he smoothly blocked both of Inferno's attacks. He turned and his eyes caught on the glint of the platinum dagger. As he raised his weapons to stop its attack path, Inferno hit the Acrolyte with a massive attack, burning the Acrolyte and smashing it into the jagged rocks around him. He reverted his eyes back to face Inferno... crouching low and sizing the vampire up for his next attack.
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Selene has wrapped her arms aroun Arimis' neck as he carried her through the pass. The forrest on the otherside was breathtaking... but before the natural beauty and peace overtook them. The after effects of one of Inferno's attacks caused a large ammount of wind to surge past them.... which caused them to spot the Acrolytes that were attempting to sneak around them and end their lives.

Selene pushed herself from Arimis' back and drew her swords, their silver color dancing with the shifting shades of the Lunar Rainbow. She sprang at the first Acrolyte, cutting off its arm with one quick motion. She turned as Armirs drew his bone sword and slashed one of the Acrolytes in half. Something yanked her foot and she collapsed to the ground. She turned to face the apllid face of the acrolyte she just cut the arm from.

The limb lay, lifeless in the rocks, as its wound continued to pur blood without stopping. But the bloodloss didn't weaken the Acrolyte, it didn't even go into shock... The Acrolyte grew its fangs and pulled hard on her leg, trying to get her within its strinking range.... She took her swords and thrust them through its head, ripping them apart and splitting the head open. Its grip slackened and she kicked free.

She turned to Arimis who wrestled the thrid Acrolyte, while the top half of the bifricated other, tried to bring him to his knees. Selene sprinted forwards to help Arimis, practically jumping into the fray....
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Debello sprinted through the forrest, passing the tavern and the clearing where Lunarus had helped the starshifter earlier.... He kept running until he heard the roar of a waterfall. His face deep in concentration, twitched to life with a smile, it was here.....
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The Acrolyte pushed itself up, blood continuously running from its wounds. It gained its footing and launched itself at Lunarus. Shrieking a blood chilling scream as it flew at him....

Lunarus turned, but it was too late, the dagger cut through a section of the living bone helm, not yet hardened to its full potention. The dagger cut off a considerable piece of the bone helm and cut and Lunarus' face underneath. Lunarus threw the Acrolyte from him and managed to give a high arched swing that decapitated the Acrolyte. But the blow had done its damage as the pure platinum interrupted his guardian form and he began to shift into his "complete" form....

He turned to catch a flash of Debello jumping past, in the distence behind Inferno and he howled. As he sprinted after the Vampire Elder, the remaining five Acrolytes sprang from their hidding spots and surrounded Inferno....
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Selene cut apart the second Acrolyte as Arimis pulled the third from him and literally ripped its head from its body. They heard the cackle of Debellos laughter as it faided into the distence and they sprinted after it....
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Asirma flew high and fast, passing over the ground faster than any flying creature could. Overhead he could see the werewolves, scattered across the forrest as the Acrolytes attacked.... In the far distence he caught the movments of Debello heading for... what looked like the Angelic Falls....

Asirma flew faster to gain on the Vampire elder, hopefully he could stop this before everything fell into place...
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Debello took a step back from the falls as a pure shite gateway opened up. Good... now we just need... ah...

Lunraus lunged through the forrest and faced him. And from the norther section of the clearing emerged Selene and Arimis.... Debello cackled and jumped through the gate way and the werewolves followed.

I'm too late.... but i will do what i can.... Asirma thought as he approached the closing gateway. He used his powers to stall the closing of the portal, just long enough for him to pass through... before letting it seal behind him.....
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For now the portal to the Lunar Goddesses realm has sealed, and no force no matter how great or powerful, would be able to open it again without one of the holy guardians to aid them... And anyone inside the realm was trapped there until the judgement has passed.....


(ooc: That means no matter what you say or try... NO ONE CAN GET IT! NO MATTER WHAT THEY ATTEMPT!)

[Sage Akia]

Inferno looked around him at the five acrolytes that surrounded him. Each of them held a wooden steak and had a dark, but familiar aura coming out of them. They looked so sad and pathetic. Sealing a human being into a ritualistic acrolyte was something Inferno had never wanted to do. It took away all the human's free will and they could no longer think or live by themselves. Acrolytes were the tools of lesser vampires who could not perfect and alter the art to allow slight independence.. like Inferno had. He snapped his fingers, making a sound that seemed to ring out through the forest. Out of nowhere a black flash soared through one of the acrolytes, cutting it body clean in half (vertically). When the mist of blood cleared, a woman dressed in a black, hooded outfit stood next to Inferno. This was Inferno's servent, Selena, who he had trained since birth. She held two black bladed long knives made by Inferno himself. She pulled back her hood allowing her red hair to fall down over her face and neck. Inferno smiled at their reunion and lifted his scythe.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena flew hard. She passed over a large group, including a dragon.
One of the figures below caught her attention. (Omio)
She hovered, her wings keeping her aloft. She called to the man with her mind.
'What troubles you?'

She landed behind him, Shifting her wings away.
She nudged the man gently.'
Then she remembered her mission and spun gracefully, thundering away.
She reappeared at the fight, skidding to a stop and staring at the newcomers.

[Sage Akia]

Two acrolytes lunged at Inferno and Selena. Their attacks were parried easily and soon blood was spraying in every direction. One acrolyte fell in eight peices and the other's head flew off his shoulders. The other two charged at them in the same way the previous ones had. The mindless drones were apparently given the same strategy. This is why Inferno never used thse lifeless dolls. Selena stepped forward and did a drop sliding kick that took the acrolyte's feet out from under them. While they were falling, she put out her knives to each side and severed their heads as they fell.

[Omio]

He was spoken to and nudged, and when he turned, there was nothing. Nothing at all; it was at this point that he went a bit psychotic, curling himself into a ball, unsure what to believe at this point; he was more than confused; his mind was zipping FAR too fast for him to make sense of it, let alone anyone else. However, he was silent through the confusion, which was something strange - he was always able to make scene that would normally be loud into something rather quiet for himself.

He didn't have enough stable isolation to be able to get the sixth sense that humans usually had whenever they were alone for too long. The science of bush fever was actually able to be manipulated with a fact; a human's lonliness can result in a sixth sense being developed, and Omio's was at square one; not having one. He knew how to get one, and didn't have need of that sense - until his mentality was disrupted. Finally, his thoughts became legible.

'I could've been killed right there.' 'Who the heck was that?' 'Is this relocation something I really want to follow through with?' 'Where am I?' 'Is my sister alive?' 'Does anyone care without obligation?' 'Does any one of them have a sharpening stone? My Tetsui's getting a little dull...' 'What was the intent of that disruption?' And many more thoughts, all within a moment's rush. If someone provoked him too much with confusion, he would probably go truly psychotic and run - without sword or supplies.

[Hunter_Killer]

Lunarus was balanced on the fronts of his feet, both blades held in their cross pattern. Selene was a little ways back on the branch of an anciet white tree. Arimis stood in a similar fashion to Lunarus, holding his sword in both hands. Around them was a massive grove of ancient white trees... the living body of the lunar goddess on earth....

High in the sky, Asirma watched, forbidden by fate from interupting the judgment that would take place. He was forced to watch and remain unseen...

Debello was opposite the vampires... His back was to them in his low crouch. He had both his hands placed on the bark of one of the ancient white trees, or Lunar Sentries.... He spoke low in volums of ancient and dark curses and spells, his form looked asthough he was in some twisted, demonic prayer... He slowly stopped his incantation and stood strait. As he turned to face them, a black flame began to burn across the Lunar Sentry... It consumed the bark and soon engullfed the whole tree.... A chilling mental scream echoed silently through everyone in the grove.

Lunarus made a move to step forwards but stopped himself... Debello wanted that. He shifted his swords so his left faced forwards and his right one backwards, balancing himself into a slight hunch. Both sides waited in silence.... The mental scream continued to pull at their sanity...

Asirma couldn't lesten to the screams of the Lunar goddess much linger... but he was forced to remain actionless... this wasn't his battle anymore...

Lunarus tightened his grip on his swords, Selene shifted her position, and Arimis adjused himself so he stood taller. Debello remained still, a dark statue before the tortured White Tree, his silver eyes gleaming. He let a small smile split across his lips and he let a faint cackle slip past his lips, yet it too had no voice. HE raised his arms, and as he did so, the flames shifted from their pitch black to the colors of the Lunar rainbow... As the hellfire began to slowly pull the soul from it...

Arimis lept forwards. "No! Stop!" Lunarus tried to reach over and prevent him from moving, but it was too late... Arimis slashed at Debello... but the Vampire Elder was no longer there... As the bone sword passed through the empty space, Debello dropped from above, holding his silver dagger in hand, and made a cut for Arimis's head. As the you werewolf began to turn his head in shock, A heavy form crashed into Debello, sending both of them crashng across the earth...

The combatents slip past the dieing Lunar Sentry... Suddenly, a white barrier, formed from some of the flames, blocked them away from Arimis and Selene.... so they had to face each other.... one on one....
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Asirma's eyes gleamed, he knew they all could see the fight... but the Lunar Goddess wished for only her Holy Guardian, and only her Holy Guardia to fight Debello, the defieler, child of the Unholy Darkness...

Lunarus stood and put his back to the flame barrier, there was no heat, but it was a solid wall between him and the others... Debello slowly picked himself up... the silver dagger rested, burried in his chest. Only centimeters from his heart... HE wrapped his pale fingers around the grip and slowly pulle the blade out... His eyes spoke his words... Come on and smile Lunarus... that will be the closest you'll ever get to killing me...

Lunarus began to slowly side stp around the vampire. Debello remained where he was, locking his gaze with Lunarus's. They slowly began to try and stare the other down, a test of two, almost unbreakable wills... While the screams no longer echoed in Arimis and Selene's heart and mind... It continued to affect the.... slowly driving them mad...

Debello spun his daggers in his hands, but suddenly stood tall. He stored the daggers away and reached over his back, moving his crimson cloak aside. He gripped the handle of his black sword.

He kept his shoulders square tihe Lunarus and drew the blade from its ancient sheath. For over 6,000 years he had held much of his aura and power within the blade, letting it grow and become stronger within its cursed metal... He even specualted Lunarus's holy form could not stand up to it now... and Lunarus had already wasted that transformation...

The blade pulsed with its black energies and he absorbed them back into his body. Letting his aura, power, memories and voice flood through him for the first time in 6,000 years...

Lunarus crossed his blades and watched Debello closely. His eyes had become bloodshot from the mental screams tha countinued to drill through his thoughts and his mind. His breath grew ragged his muscles began to tighten and burn and become weary as he was forced to split his minds i "complete" form to manage his physica and mental bodies. Fang screamed in his head to rejoin with him and he felt nacious and sick... He coughed into the back of his hand... He looked at it, since it felt strangly wet...

The back of his hand was splattered with his blood...

Debello's eyes glinted wickedly, then he lept forwards...

(BEcause of my playoffs i got back late... the real fight will start tomarrow...)

[Aderas]

Einhander had looked back to the new woman as she had returned and introduced herself again, this time offering a brief nod. He then returned his attention to the man who had approached earlier, noting Kestrel as she went to talk to the other woman.

As he turned his attention however he noticed a figure appear then disappear behind the man, causing a brief moment of shock before said man began to seemingly, for lack of a better phrase, freak out. 'Strange company I suppose,' Einhander thought as he cautiously lowered his bow. Deciding that, as Kestrel had gone to tend the female, he would tend to the male.

Walking carefully and quietly he began to approach the man, before speaking in a disarmingly soft and soothing voice, that which he might use to calm a wild beast. "Are you alright?" Was his question offered peaceably, though his hand never went far from his hilt.

[ThexTwistedxOne]

Kestrel looked as Sonusai hid her face in her hands, she had no idea why but she felt the need to help her... comfort her "Do not dwell in the past.. or cry for it" She approached Sonusai, placing her hands on her arms "If you allow yourself to remain in the past, you deny yourself to your future. I've lived for over 200 years, and will continue to live for many more... but you.. you are human, you must value your life... and all you have in it " She paused for a moment, unsure of what to say "If you'd like Sonusai, daughter of Avira and Terran... I allow you to stay with me for a while, Cail and I can always watch over you"

[Omio]

His thoughts grinded to a halt in response, though it was a bit creepy. He began to uncurl from his ball as a result, seemingly a bit more calm in mind now. "Thank you, I've recovered. My mind went faster than a tornado, and almost as violent." He managed back to a stand, picking up his swordbelt without really thinking about it - he began to strap it on when he realized he was putting his weapon on, and he spoke to ease. "Don't mind me putting my sword back on; it makes me feel a bit more at ease, especially with what I've heard from you guys..."

(( Bleh. How inoriginal. My post sucks. ))

[Hunter_Killer]

they were in a fluid of motion... the dance of blades... a fight in which their wills collided and clashed as well... and, unlike the fight with Inferno earlier, they fought on more equal terms... Neither rushed in for a quick blow or kill, but laid out a series of attacks and counters and blocks, in ellaborate strategies to try and force the other into submission. Enjoying the length of the battle, for the longer it went, the sweeter the tast of victory would be...

Debello made a shlash for Lunarus's throat, followed by a quick lunge for one of his sides, before falling back on the defensive. Lunarus used his left blade to stop the slash at his throat and blocked the stab with his right, He countered with an upwards slash with his right, followed by a rappid switch in sword position and cutting back down to the earth. With his free left blade he slashed for Debello's waist.

Debello flashed a grin and stepped away, avoiding the first two attacks easily, then he stepped within Lunarus's range as he swung the second sword. He flicked his sword with adder-like speed high into the air, cutting a slash across Lunarus's eye as he grabbed his left arm and manuvered the werewolf so that he kicked himself past. Lunarus stumbled, back to Debello, trying to regain his footing. Debello turned and grabbed his sword in mid spin, using its momentum and his strength to ram it through his back. The dark blade's hellfire infused diamond edge cut easily through the bone armor.

The blade passed through Lunarus and just missed his heart, the force of the hit caused his already unsteady footing to fail and he tripped and collapsed near the burning Ancient white tree. The flames seemed to grow brighter and the tree finally began to smoulder and gray as its soul died away. Lunarus struggled to his hands and knees. He tried to look down, but the movement tugged at the blade still in his body, cutting more tissue and skin and muscle. He could barely see the tip of the blade that portruded from his chest. Just before his shaking fingers could reach its tip, to explose the extent of the wound, Debello planted a heavy foot on his back and grasped the hilt of his sword...

"I have waited 500 years to finish this..." With a none-to-gentle kick off and a hard yank, Debellos drew the sword from Lunarus's back. He colapsed and slid closer to the burning tree. "It's a shame you can't live to watch your precious Selene and your only son, Arimis, die by my hand... but I cannot argue with success... Get Up!"

Lunarus forced his head up and looked around. Everything was in shades of gray, black and white... His body ached and shook as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees once more... He used his fadding strength to stand up and slowly shift around to face Debello. His arms hanging weakly at his sides. He forced his body to lift the swords and half-fell, half-attacked Debello...

(breaking it into pieces because i need everyone to see the details rather than skim.)