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Challenge: Saladin Akara

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Challenge: Saladin Akara

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lord Saladin on Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:39 am

As he ran through the forest, the feeling of being able to regain respect and his pride filled him, battling hard with the thoughts of Miyumi. As he ran through the forest, in an opposite direction to Wing City, he shed a single tear, somewhat sad at leaving the beautiful mechanic behind, alone. But Saladin knew that she would be able to survive alone, as she had done for so many years.

Saladin knew not what he was running towards, but he knew that it would involve a great battle, something inside him told him that he would face Death. This didn't phase him, he had seen her many times, and had been almost lost in her embrace on more than one occasion.

All that filled his mind was regaining the respect he once had, and also his pride. His pace was fast and constant as he ran through the forest, avoiding the trees but keeping his course in a general direct line to where he felt himself being pulled. His mind was soon empty as he focused on avoiding large trees.

Suddenly, after maybe two hours running, Saladin felt a sudden shift, the world seemed to move under his feet, all going dark momentarily as the feeling of moving at inhuman speeds made his stomach protest. A lesser man may even have vomited.

As the darkness subsided, Saladin found himself looking at a great city, the architecture seemed somewhat archaic compared to all else he had seen in this world. Stone buildings, some with tiled roofs, some with thatch, were surrounded by a great stone wall of grey. Saladin felt the pull even stronger here.

Allowing his long cape to fall silently to the ground, he spread his might wings. The thick, leather like appendages flexed their full twenty feet span as they lifted the Warrior from the ground and towards the city.

As he neared the city, his wings spread as he floated gently in the air, Saladin heard several people screaming. Turning his deep blue orbits, he saw three people walking the streets of the city, many more were running from the three as they walked slowly.

Saladin wondered why the three men were causing such panic and fear in these people. Suddenly, one of the three men sped towards a small child, taking the child's head into his hand, the man seemed to force enrgy through the child, making the infant melt into a pile of reddish liquid on the cobbled floor.

Saladin felt this may be the oppurtunity he had sensed. He swooped down towards the man who had attacked the child, drawing his long, slightly curved sword as he did so, his grip loose on the golden hilt. As he came to land, he brought his sword down towards the man's neck.

As the warrior landed on the cobbled street, his feet firm on the ground, his sword drove through the neck of the man easily, removing the fiends head in the process. At this Saladin turned towards the other two, an expresion of surprise was hidden from his face well.

Expecting to see mere men, he was instead greeted by two green skinned creatures, their single eyes a shade of purple, large fangs protruding from lipless mouths. The creatures, only the size of average men, growled deeply and rushed towards Saladin.

Saladin simply smiled as the two rushed towards him, taking a step forward, he span, driving the edge of his blade through the neck of the creature at his right. Then, as he returned to face the remaining creatures back, Saladin extended his left arm, palm facing towards the obviously stupid creature. Suddenly a ball of fire appeared in front of Saladin's left hand, his aura glowing slightly as he called upon the elemental within him. Flexing his fingers outwards slightly, Saladin sent the ball of fire speeding towards the creature. The fire caused the creature to be turned to a living flame, quickly deteriorating to ash.

Saladin smiled somewhat, as the third fell to the floor a pile of ash, he despised those who attacked innocents, and children were always innocent in any kind of conflict. Saladin, however, knew that this wasn't the event that would gain him respect once more, it was too easy, and he still felt that pull, even though he was sure that he was in the location that was the source.

Suddenly, Saladin felt a strange presence, a presence entering his mind. Saladin somehow knew that this was the presence that held the key to his goal.

"Come out and show yourself, scum." Saladin's voice portrayed a small amount of agitation.

Saladin heard a slight chuckle inside his head as the world seemed once more to shift, all becoming dark again. The chuckled still filled his mind.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:17 pm


The darkness remained as far as the warrior could see, but a light cast upon the corpses of the demihuman trio arranged in a triangle around his feet. Head to toe, head to toe, for all three demons around him. The ground beneath them could not be seen, infinite blackness in all directions, and that voice that spoke to his mind was now aloud. Verbal, but from no one direction. That voice came from all around him.

“You were looking for a purpose, and a way to earn respect? I could smell it on you, as I moved to slay these beasts myself. Disgusting, aren’t they?� His eyes, red and menacing, came alive in the shadows. Two small circles that were unmistakable. As he went on, the light spread all around them from his eyes alone, “I have a proposition for you, Elementalist. They say you’re the strongest, but I only see meager potential. I do hope those beings inside you have more potential than you do.�

His laugh was mocking, as his body was revealed by the growing illumination. A full moon, another part of the world, perhaps at another point in time, shone down on the woodland area in which they stood. The corpses around him had turned to stone, their faces disfigured with fury and anguish, their wounds forever preserved in the stone monument of their arranged bodies. From the wounds flowed an endless ebb of pure water, down from their bodies and carving a shallow stream from beneath Saladin.

The woods seemed quiet, empty. Too quiet. Not even the songs of birds spoke above the quiet. Nothing living dwelled in this forest save for the two whom stood facing each other from only a few meters apart. Vffekt’s blade seemed to tremble, although his steady hand gripped it’s hilt firmly and his smile was apparent. Though no malice was shown in his forbidding eyes, the feeling of bloodlust was thick in the air. As if a bloodthirsty monster from the most acrid depths of Hellish Domains were looming inches behind Saladin’s shoulder.

Pressure in the air was palpable, as thick as if they were standing beneath water. This fear that filled the air and seeped into Saladin’s every pore was pressed from outside. A spider’s venom that would turn innards into sweet nectar for the easy taking. This venom was a venom of the mind, driving any human to suicidal paranoia and Vffekt seemed unperturbed. He was steady, staring quietly after his brief vocation.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lord Saladin on Wed Jan 17, 2007 2:02 pm

The chuckle seemed to fill his mind, nothing else existed for what seemed an eternity. Slowly the chuckle subsided, leaving a certain amount of peace in the mind of this great Warrior. The darkness still prevailed, making it seem he was in a world of pure dark. But, somehow, the three demons he had slain were around him, in a perfect triangle, surrounding.

Suddenly, he heard a voice, he knew this was the voice which had filled his head with that chuckle. The words bought anger seeping through him, but Saladin ignored it, his Warrior training coming into play.

Pushing that anger down, appeared two red orbs, glowing, in front of him, some distance away. This man obviously didn't know who Saladin was, the leader of the mighty Kelantan people, greatest Warrior and Sorcerer there ever was. He would simply ollow this pathetic man to speak.

The laugh made no anger, that emotion was already pushed down. But the overwhelming sense of thick air began to bore down upon his form, creating what could only be fear.

Saladin had faced fear before, he had fought with the agents of that beautiful woman, Death. He would not allow fear to overwhelm him.

In his mind, he created a falme, slightly bigger than that which dances atop a candle. Into that flame he pushed all thoughts and emotions, all anger, all fear. The flame grew bigger in his mind as he did this, but he then began to push the flame away, until it was just a single spot upon some distant horizon, then it would disappear. In the Void, Saladin was pure calm, his mind empty of all except himself, the ground upon which his booted feet rested and the strange, pathetic man before him.

In this state, senses were heightened, and distantly, as though not his own thoughts, he noted that nothing stirred in these woods. Still fear trickled it's way past the Void and into himself, but he ignored it.

His manner remained regal still, even more so in this state. His back was straight, head held high. Sapphiric orbs glowing brightly now, like a furnace was burning fiercly behind those piercing globes.

Aware of those demons turning to stone, they were of no import to him. The man in front of him, sword held in hand, blade trembling had mentioned a proposition.

Saladin noted that his hand was rested upon the hilt of his sword, strange, he didn't realise he had placed it back in the scabbard at his left hip. These things mattered not to Saladin, he had seen strange, he had fought strange.

"Continue." Baritones vibrated through chords and past lips, confident, calm and regal, as was his manner. Vocals seeming empty, calm enveloped him. He would find what this man wwas offering, and then make his own decision.

But how did this man know about the elementals inside him? Why was this man also wanting to kill those demons? These questions would remain unasked at this moment.

Strange how nothing was in the woods, strange that there was an immense feeling of being hunted. Strange.

This entire world was strange. Kelante was never as strange as this. But it mattered little now.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vffekt on Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:26 pm


The darkness swept away like a flood of water, the world around him had changed entirely. At his feet were dew-slick blades of emerald greenery, wildflowers spotting the pleasant valley between colossal mountains. The air was clear and clean, the world devoid of strife or pain from this perspective. It was empty, yet full of bountiful life. A lake down the sloping valley seemed to shine a sapphire glow, although nothing bowed at it’s edge for a healthy sip.

In this empty paradise, a dark shadow of vast size dropped from the shade of the largest mountain, racing down toward the crystalline lake. As it came from the shade of the peak, creatures of such mass and heat appeared that the air itself seemed to change. Gone now were the clean wafts of breath, here was the thick air of burning earth. Teeth of white fire, scales of red flame, eyes of golden ember.

Beasts of legendary proportion, seven streaking creatures of immense power rushed toward and suddenly curled around the far side of the lake and dropped opposite to Saladin. Standing stop the burning snout of the greatest, largest one, was a man in black. The twin scarlet spots that were his distant eyes could be felt touching Saladin’s very soul. The warrior was in the presence of something alien. Something unknown, something new, and something very threatening. The drakes were certainly each fearsome, but the comparatively small man atop them was somehow much more to be feared already.

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