Domakeo Vladaminsky's Story

In the silent moments of the student's thoughts, processing what had been demonstrated as they finished up their notes, a strange portal seemed to open up from above them. The portal exhibited the scene taking place on the other side, a crowded background of a giant city looming over the vehicles flying through the air as the inhabitants continued their daily life. As the main action, an armoured individual seemed to be pushed through the portal by a mysterious being before quickly moving out of sight. Once the individual had fallen into the new area, the portal instantly closed; the distortions of space-time quickly dissipating into a small wisp before finally stabilising back into the norm.

Only a few meters were fallen, but the sudden contact with the ground gave off a massive thump as the heavy weighted Shadonian landed. The ground was flattened even further as the grass beneath had been crushed. Finally, a loud, instantaneous groan of shock emitted from the armoured Shadonian, as he lay on the ground, staring into the sky as he attempted to take in the situation.

It seemed to take forever for the situation to slowly calm once more before the being to pull himself upright from the ground, mumbling in some unknown language; "Fakieay'na byta'kiro... Wa'loco dekami re na'tie?" his hand raised to the back of his head, rubbing the pain away as he seemed to show an expression of worry, hoping he hadn't hit the ground too hard.

Bigsby turned and seemed genuinely surprised by the sudden entrance and even before the damned thing closed Bigsby got a rather interesting look upon the other world. The Master wizard simply looked upon the young man who had taken an impressive fall only to look over the equipment that showed whilst reading the aura of strangers enchanted gear. The elderly man simply appeared to be gazing upon the young man with crystal blue hues but in all actuality Bigsby began to plot and ponder what this could mean not only for himself but for the rest of his students present. The other student and the Leshy seemed to stop and stare at the large hatted wizard only to wait and see what would happen.

The language the young man spoke was not at all familiar and so with a few simple words and gestures the spell Tongues came into affect. At first Bigsby's words would seem garbled but within seconds cleared up for all who could hear him to understand. "Get off your ass you no good rotten scoundrel!" Bigsby shouted as he took up his staff from the side of the alter only to slam the butt of it against the ground and then pointed the crystal end towards the young man. "Identify yourself before I send you hence forth back from whence you came child!" Bigsby roared his command with the sense and role he had provided himself sense the first day he came to this academy. He was a teacher here and a student of the dragons academy back home!

"And mind your manners! Regardless if the other students cannot understand! I will not tolerate foul language during one of my leasons!" The old man placed himself now between the newcomer and his students while keeping the crystal trained on its target.

So focused was Aebbe she barely registered the chaos until the booming voice of Master Hoarecrux rang out. Before her focus was in the big leatherbound book in her table, and a quill in her hand as she wrote. Immediately when she heard, she squeaked in shock, believing at first it was her, but immediately raising her head to see another. From what she could tell, they were not a student and they dressed oddly. Raising her staff she hoped her tutor was distracted as she spoke a quick incantation. The staff lit up with purple glow and immediately a shield surrounded her. It would likely bring anger down on her, but she was scared and one of the first things she learned was always be prepared.

Evidently she was not the only one, others in the class were casting protective incantation, lighting up the clearing in myriad of rainbow shades.

As the strange, faceless man reacted, Domakeo's attention was easily grabbed. The man was almost fluent in Shadonian, and was in fact threatening him. What a piece of shit, thinking he can order a prince around all because he had some shitty staff. With a small glare directly at the large hatted man, Domakeo slowly turned his body. Pulling himself up from the ground as he calmly dusted his armour off before pushing the end of the staff to the side with the back of his hand. "Fakieay loco'wa. Xayock'oo ayock pano'ma de? E Domakeo Vladaminsky, keana'gaooa Vladaminsky garo'samoleh." (Fuck off, who do you think you're talking to? I'm Domakeo Vladaminsky, prince of the Vladaminsky Clan.) Domakeo suddenly shouted to break his calmness, his tall body looking down on the large hatted man, his face showing pure annoyance.

"If I wanted to be here, I'd give a much better appearance."

[Note, Domakeo will be talking Shadonian in all speech, I'm too lazy to type out Shadonian.]

At first Bigsby was flabbergasted. This pretentious little shit dared to speak so boldly with little in the regards to consequences or general knowledge of shifting planes of reality. Bigsby seemed to glare at the young man. "You worthless little shit!" Bigsby shouted at the man who was not much taller than the hatted wizard.

"I'm Berthas Ignias Hoarercrux, Esquire, and the 7th of my name!" Bigsby blustered as he suddenly slammed the butt of his staff down against the ground sending a powerful and resounding thud in all directions. "A prince whose holdings are far behind him truly makes him nothing more than a man with a mouth and a lack of common sense." Bigsby then turned his attention to his students only to smile as they had set up wards and shields and held themselves quiet well. Even Aebbe seemed to do well and this only made the old man smirk.

Domakeo exclaimed a large sigh of annoyance as he failed to accept any of Bigsby's words, he was already stepping forward in order to show off a threatening figure as he prepared to draw his blade against the man. "Who the fuck are you calling worthless, pleb?" He argued back, quickly annoyed at the man who failed to bow down to the armoured Shadonian.

"You want to fucking start this? Even a starving dactyl would turn it's nose away from you." A classic insult from Domakeo's home was thrown, dactyl's were large winged serpents which were well known for living in hordes and eating anything that moved, a true danger to any Shadonian civilization. "You are but a peasant with the name of a noble, learn your place."

Watching while gripping her staff she smirked knowingly as the strange man antagonized one of the most powerful magic users in all of Terra. She also knew Mr Hoarecrux would never stand such disrespect. With all cheeky he was, she reckoned she could even take him since his mouth never shut. Nonetheless this was her tutor's fight. Still knowing the smack down approaching was something worth mentally gloating over.

Only once had she seen Mr Hoarecrux perform such a deed, but once had been enough. It was forever ingrained in her memory.

After hearing the young mans words and witnessing his obvious actions Bigsby simply frowned at first. the nerve that this foppish prince had for even daring what he was attempting to do. Instead Bigsby drew his staff back as if to simply lean on it to get a better look at the man and simply turned his frown upside down.

"A peasant, in the eyes of a prince who is far away from home, is still a king in comparison to a man who is far away from home." Bigsby suddenly slammed the butt of his staff against the ground sending a wave of arcane energy in all directions. The grass from behind Domakeo would suddenly grow and grasp the young warrior only to pull him quickly down upon his knees and then right onto his ass. The old man simple smiled as the grass continued to grow and entangle the young man posing tighter knots and harder bindings to break free from. Bigsby now stood towering over the fallen prince and with a wry smile he simply held his ground. "And here in this place one simply cannot argue the facts."

Bigsby turned away from the young man only to frown as a thought did occur to him. Quickly the old man brought the butt of his staff over to Domakeo and gave the boy a light tap followed by a quick incantation and a bit more granting the poor fellow the gift of the spell known a s Tongues. Sooner or later he would be able to be heard and understood by all but for now Bigsby turned to his student and chuckled.

"Aebbe." Bigsby reverted back to the common tongue. "Might you be a dear and tell me what potential the young prince I have just restrained might have? Do you think he can learn? Do you think it is possible to show him that his gift of gab can be brought to a greater level of strength?" Bigsby continued to chuckle while turning his gaze back to the young man. "A gift of Gab which can give you the ability to understand and learn what I have learned."

Souless heard that this school was the best to go to if you have the gift of magic. After weeks of travel he finally reach the large solid metal gates, and now the hard part is how to open it. Souless looks around the gates thinking he could just jump over it but that would seem a little rude to the people inside, so he decides to simple bang on it until someone opens it.

BANG, BANG, BANG

hitting the gates with his demon enhance strength most likely was a bad idea, but that why he was here to began with to try to control himself and his powers and hoping that someone in there tech him to do so. Let not go to the true-from of himself because that might scared the hell out of everyone in there so he will keep that part of him a secret intill later. like who will open the gate when they see a 22-feet black dragon smiling at them with a row of black fangs, so staying in human-form was best idea for right now

BANG, BANG, BANG

"Hello.....is anyone home?"

Domakeo was shocked to find himself quickly pulled to the ground by some form of heresy, it was hard for him to see such a strange binding due to his infra-red sight, but it must be something natural. This old man was getting real annoying at the current point in time, talking down to a prince, restricting his movement and now tapping him with some cocky look of a little shit. He really should think before he acts; although, that tap did something. Domakeo was slowly understanding certain words spoken in the native tongue of this place, what the fuck did that man do?

The rage began to surge through Domakeo's body, the gem -the crown-, strapped to his shoulder began to glow a deep blue as Domakeo gritted his teeth in pure anger while his face turned a deep red. Suddenly, the grass holding him down caught alight in flames which made no difference to Domakeo himself. His whole body was covered in flames as he pulled himself back from the ground once more, wiping the ashes from his body.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Domakeo shouted, his bright blue eyes stood out from his face which began to hold the same looks as lava. With a swift movement of his arm, Domakeo drew his blade. The Vladaminsky longsword, a pure, rare weapon of the Vladaminsky clan. Designed to look like two blades put together, showing a small gap between the two sharpened edges, it was in this gap that the sword's true potential lay in wait to be activated. "I'll destroy this piece of shit planet!"

A small burst of pure energy that resonated at the same frequency as cosmic background radiation pulsed from the crown. Piercing through all matter as if it was nothing before dissipating into the environment.

Between the banging on the main gate and the noisy nonsense coming from the fallen Prince Bigsby was unsure of what to deal with first. It was a simple matter of obtaining the right amount of energy and knowhow to deal with a old gate but first the old man would deal with the loud mouthed brat. Bigsby turned his attention quickly and brought his staff about towards the lightshow that was now Domakeo only to smile as he knew just what to throw at the loud brat. A simple illusion was in order.

The Elderly wizard raised his free hand causing the ground to shake before them and the sky to rumble as clouds began to swirl high above and Bigsby's crystal blue hues began to shimmer with hidden powers.

"Kneel!"

The old wizards voice seemed to echo across the landscape as thunder and lightning filled the sky. Bigsby took a single step forward and held his staff high above his head as lightning arced down towards his implemented tool causing it to spark with electricity of all shades and colors. The Earth continued to rumble about them as stones of obsidian and other materials began to rise up from the ground and surround the two of them.

"For I am Bigsby Big Hat and you are Nothing more than an novice with the powers you wield!"

Suddenly Bigsby slammed his staff once more against the ground sending the stones and large chunks of earth colliding towards one anther whilst spirits of the damned began to rush out from beneath the ground and surround them. Bigsby himself began to glow slightly as he took another step towards the armed swordsman only to chuckle like a demonic prince as the winds began to pick up.

"Kneel and be spared the humiliation you are about to suffer!"

Bigsby smirked like the devil himself as he seemed to master the very existence of life around them. He had little fear of the young man though in reality there was something more devious going on. The old wizard simple sat himself next to the alter and watched as his charade continued to play out. His illusion seemed real enough and though the old man remained within the glamour of his own spell he doubted many of his students would catch on.

Having been ready to answer after seeing the so-called Prince immediately be thrown upon his ass, despite this having brought a giggle to her, and warm grin, she listened as Master Hoarecrux spoke, "Well depends what type of magic you are doing Master. If you are going for dark then his body while alive could be used in grotesque ritualistic ceremonies. Dead it could be turned into a thrall or mindless servant. Alive his memory could be wiped from where---" immediately things devolved and he stood back up stepping back she witnessed his reaction while Master Hoarecrux merely watched contently.

Coughing she awkwardly continued, "In any event you could wipe his memory. Or myriad of other things..." pausing she stared wide-eyed at him her shield still up, the staff glimmering with powerful arcane energy, "Master, what are you doing to him?" finally the sounds of before registered and she once again spoke up, "Master do you wish me to see who was at the gate?"

Souless got bored banging on the gate, so he started walking a little down the read to a tree overlooking the metal gate and sat down on the grass folding his arms over his head after he dug his sword in the dirt next to him. As he sits there he began thinking about his mother again and how he miss her warm smile and soothing words that would always cheer him up when felt sad and alone. Than tears started to fall when his mind went to that night, that night when his father killed her for no reason and spare me.
As playing that night over, and over again in his mind will only make him angry at his own weakness. In a fit of rage the inner black arcane flames manifest around souless body, the flames was't burning anything but they were there.

Snapping out of it, souless began dozing off leaning ageist the tree dreaming the time he spend with mother and hoping one day he will get see her again. It has been a long trip to get here.

With the old man's first actions, Domakeo prepared himself in a defensive stance, holding his blade at an angle in order to counter an attack from any direction. However, all he heard was the old man shouting his threats, attempting to seem bigger than he really is as some other annoying noises occurred around him. There was no source, with the infra-red sight of a Shaki'lyu, such visual illusions designed for those who see with visible light have no effect. Domakeo could easily hear the illusions, but see none of it. In fact, seeing that Bigsby had moved to sit next to the altar like the cocky little she he is just pissed Domakeo off even further.

"You, what are you doing?" Domakeo spoke out, returning to a casual stance as he slowly stepped forward towards the man, ignoring the little girl as if she was just a worm on the ground. "Your little sound party trick ain't gonna hurt me." He had reached the point where he was just sick of this encounter. After all, Domakeo was a lone being thrown from his home, it is natural for there to be hostile actions.

Finally standing before the bigsby, only a few feet between them. The angered Shaki'lyu stared, his sword pointed towards the man, the crown glowed a brighter blue as a small vortex began to circle around his body. "How about you fight me head on instead of giving these stupid tricks."

Bigsby at first seemed put off by the way that the young man seemed to outright ignore the illusionary works. How! Why!? Bigsby simply would not show defeat against the novice. A novice that seemed to outright show immunities and a wonderful little trinket.

"I take it that your physiology makes you immune to most types of illusionary works or it is the trinket you have around your arm." Bigsby simply frowned as he looked at the tip of the boys sword. "You wish for me to use something other than tricks." Bigsby slowly began to rise from the alter only to gently tap the butt of his staff against the cold earth. Bigsby silently began to channel his arcane energies and knowledge as the earth bellow them whispered their content with glyphs that suddenly showed.

"I accept your proposal. But let me ask you something? Do you think you can injure me with that sword?"

Domakeo pulled the face of an annoying delinquent, looking down his nose at Bigsby as he pulled a large frown, staring through a glare at the large-hatted man. A large sigh of questioning was pushed through the mouth of the Shaki'lyu, as he straightened his whole body some more, a natural instinct to make him seem bigger than usual. "What do you mean physiology? There was no illusion, dumbass. Maybe you should fix your node!" He laughed at this statement, somewhat proud that this man seemed to also be lacking in the power of Sa'ooayna. Perhaps that funny thing at the end of his stick worked like the crown, using some other form of energy different to the natural nodes present in all of sentient life.

"You think my blade can't injure you?" He questioned more, giving off a small chuckle at Bigsby's question, "Don't think too high of yourself, it can be dangerous" He finished, stepping back while swinging his blade into an offensive stance, ready to strike now that the man had accepted.

Bigsby did not wait to see if the young man was ready or not. Instead of taking up a stance of any kind Bigsby simply moved towards the young man ready to take the blow head on and if the so called prince did strike he would find that past the flesh he would find something other than bone or organs.

Bigsby was not made of weak flesh as he removed what he did not need decades ago. If his crystal blue orbs could not be proof enough then the clinking sound of blade against solid and yet strange crystals could be heard. The large hatted man would then slam the butt of his staff once more upon the ground sending the arcane energies surging upwards through the ground sending several pillars of earth from their feet and possibly into the young man's stomach.

Startled at the sudden head on attack, Domakeo raised his blade to defend himself. It wasn't anything he was expecting from such a strange man, he always seemed to be someone who fought defensively. But for a straight on attack, it made things much more interesting.
As means to counter, Domakeo prepared to take the swing of the staff with his sword. However, it seemed that it was slammed into the ground once again, another one of those annoying tricks? No, as was not expected, a full strike was thrown; pillars of earth thrown upwards and straight into Domakeo's stomach. It was lucky for him to be wearing the Selaikah armour, taking most of the blow and preventing any major inner damage as he was pushed into the air.
It was a perfect chance for a true counter to take place, using gravity and his large weight to his advantage as he took a full swing of his blade, straight down onto Bigsby with the expectation of striking the shoulder of what seemed to be his dominant arm.

Bigsby smiled as the young warrior was sent airborn. The old wizard was proud of his little suprise and would not waver to some young fullharty guttersnipe who claimed to be some king. It was when the old man was about to cast another spell that Domakeo's blade landed true, but not against weak flesh and brittle bone. The prince struck solid crystal and something else entirely and did not falter under the weight of the attack.

Instead the old man simply found himself took hold of the blade the prince wielded and glared up at the young man with his crystal blue orbs.
"Charve!" Bigsby shouted as strange arcane lightning jumped from his arms and towards the young prince. The large hatted man had every intention of knocking the young man out cold if possible.

The strange sound of metal against crystal quickly pierced Domakeos ears, breaking the hopes of hearing sliced flesh and screams of agony. Instead, all he could see was the crystal blue orbs which stared back at him. "Oh? You strengthening your skin or something?" Domakeo questioned, intrigued in the acts of the old man.
For what seemed to be simply milliseconds after the word was spoken, a bolt of some unnatural lightning fired from the man's arms, heading directly for the Shaki'lyu who was still falling from the pillar. Luckily, this was obviously a form of energy, something that was attracted by the crown that sat on Domakeo's shoulder, quickly drawing the lightning into its center, absorbing the whole strike.
At the sime time, Domakeo gave a small flick of his wrist, allowing the full potential of the Vladaminsky longsword to be used; a series of irregular blades quickly sprung from within the two main blades, filling in the gap while hoping to cut, or at least push Bigsby's hands away from the sword.

The old man watched as his arcane lightning struck the young man's jeweled crown only to raise a perplexing question which he would bring up later. What brought even more surprise to this little confrontation was the sudden expansion of several blades exscaping from their main host and pushing his hand away.

The crystal did not waver against the force of this opponent and the blue orbs continued to stare into the eyes of the young man. It was in an instant that Bigsby brought his mind and will to full circle as he forced the earth beneath them to shoot up between the both of them so that Bigsby could get some distance as he rose off from the ground using the air to lift him.

The sudden appearance of the earthen wall between the two was not much of a shock to Domakeo anymore, he had learned of Bigsby's tendency to use the earth as means to indirectly attack; or in this case, raise a wall between them. With the Shaki'lyu sight being Infrared, Domakeo managed to gain a quick glance of the man raising from the ground before the wall of earth blocked the view. But that was fine.

As the wall continued raising, Domakeo buried his hand in the side, pulling himself up with it. After this, he slammed his feet into the sides to free up his hand, allowing him to slam his shoulder into the wall, effectively breaking a hole for him to widen and eventually climb through. Now he could see that bastard once again. Now that he was on the other side of the wall, Domakeo used the powers of the crown to increase his brute strength, pushing against the wall with his feet to propel himself towards the crystalline man while ripping yet another hole through the wall at the same time.

"I'm not letting you get away now, you fuck." He called out through a smirk of victory, powering the same arcane lightning he had previously absorbed into his sword, ready to swing the Bigsby's waist as soon as he came into range.

As Bigsby rose higher and higher into the air he gathered his words carefully and brought his hand towards the young man who simply rode the towering mound of earth.

"Keppa Keppa...Ra'Asparulk." His voice seemed double in tone as arcane glyphs filled the air before him taking on the shape of several large circles. Bigsby grinned when the young man seemed to punch through the earthen tower and launched himself forward.

"Barrier, Exist!" His final words sent several beams of light past the young man who seemed to grow closer to striking the wizard only to close off behind him. The spell was intended to hold the young man in place as the light arc would then touch the earth behind him causing it to take form into the cage adding more sturdy bars to hold the man.

Domakeo grew so close to landing a powered strike, using the same ability his father's guard could use to his advantage. However, as he was about to swing his blade, Domakeo witnessed the bright colours of infra-red as the beams of light flew past him, striking the large pillar of earth behind him, only causing a cage to form. "Oi, bastard. I said no fancy tricks" Domakeo hissed, the arcane lightning which pulsed through his blade slowly fading away as the spell lost its effect.

Returning his blade into it's sheath, the crown began glowing a bright blue as a strange green aura came into view around his body. His red eyes seemed to glow bright and brighter as he howled in anger. As if he was some feral monkey, Domakeo grasped the bars which encased him, pulling with all of his strength against such a powerful spell. However, to his misfortune, all that could be done was the severe bending of the bars which quickly returned to their natural state as soon as they were freed.

It would take more than a trick like this to hold Domakeo back, the green aura around him shifted to yellow as he stepped back, adjusting his position to the millimeter within only a few seconds before propelling his body forward. Once again, the side of his body was pushed against the bars, the sheer force of this feral power breaking the bars entirely.

As impressive as the display of strength was Bigsby was not willing to give it anymore thought. Simply the wizard brought the end of his staff towards the cage and could only frown.

"In battle all moves are allowed. It is the very nature of conflict to find victory."

The wizards last words followed by the command to send the cage plummiting quickly to the ground only to crash and scatter. Domakeo would be thrown about by the impact and left broken but not dead.

From the rubble that was left crawled a damaged Domakeo. He was lucky to have the crown activated to prevent any serious injury, only for it to deactivate from the temporary unconsciousness caused by the fall. Now, he used all of his strength, resisting the pain of his melting bones to pull his body from beneath the rubble.
Internal bleeding was a very dangerous condition for the Shaki'lyu race, even something as small as bruising can put a whole life on the line. With only a couple ruptured blood vessels, the Shaki'lyu hormone "Selkanopamine" quickly surrounded his bones. This hormone was an evolutionary weakness, existing to keep the metallic Selaikah bones liquid at the joints for movement. But once this hormone reaches the other parts, these also become liquid. It was only pure luck for the main damage to be in one of his hands, leading to the liquifying of two finger bones.

Pure rage plagued over Domakeo's face, a rage he could never quench until he had fixed himself up, all he had to do was wait for the bleeding to stop, his body would then get the bones back into place. If only he could consciously control his node, then he would be ready to continue at any time.

"You lack the capability to understand why you lost." Bigsby offered as he seemed to descend from his lofty hieghts. The old man first stepped foot on the earth and quickly fixed his damage only to then get back to his students to begin his next leason.

[Written by both me and Marcus]

Souless was sleeping when he feel someone using powerful magic over the wall waiting after their battle was over, than an idea hit him why they wouldn't open the gates for him. He needs to prove himself to be there, so gathering arcane magic he cloned himself to fight against. Being shadow mage he is able to make multiple shadow clones with the same ability as him. walking to the open area in front of the main gate making sure it close enough for them to feel his magic.

The clone made the first move making a copy of Souless black sword while running at him with blinding speed, by gathering arcane magic at the bottom of his feet he was able to enhance his demon speed even farther. Aiming at Souless legs hoping he would jump to avoid the attack so he can get him with the second attack.

Seeing that the clone first attack was a decoy Souless grab the black sword with his right-hand and redirecting it behind him while charging a fire blast with his left-hand directed at the clone expose back.

The clone was caught off guard when Souless redirect the sword attack, but adapted to his second attack by using the force of the pull to spin hitting the fist size black arcane fire blast across plains blowing up a oak tree with the force of a lighting bolt shattering it into small pieces. Absorb some of the magic from the arcane fire to charge the sword to unleash it when the clone landed in a low stace. rushing souless for the counter strike, ramming him with a force a car crash than slashing at him while unleashing the power gather by the sword into a crescent moon shape blast of black fire.

By jumping into the air at the last min Souless took only have the damage from the ram an using the force of it gain some distance away from the clone until he saw the true attack coming at him in a form of a arcane blast. countering that with only a upward sweep of his left-hand redirecting the blast to the sky using the explosion to blind the clone for a brief moment to teleport behind him an finish him with snapping the clone neck in matter of seconds, seeing the clone disappear into the wind the fight was over. Hoping that battle prove that he belong here to train.

Having watched whole thing in front of her with awe and wonder, she had to grin when Master Hoarecruxes easily won without even breaking a sweat. Letting her shield fall she walked over to her teacher and said, "Master, I don't know if you have heard, but there appears to be someone waiting at one of the gates to the Academia. May I be excused to go open the gate. I do believe he won't manage to open it since as you have told us the Academia is heavily warded to protect from any magical attacks. Even some conventional weapons would be damaged if they were used here..." staring with purposeful but respectful gaze she gripped the shaft of her staff and although not extremely tall she held herself with a certain impressive respect. Master Hoarecruxes may even have seen some of the girl's Mother in her. It is possible, as it stood she merely waited for an answer.

Although a fight had taken place, most students here were used to much worse thus most had returned to immediately gossiping about latest stuff they had heard of seen. None seemed at all phased by the huge battle.