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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Saryk was now worried beyond comparison. Hilshok dropped Screaming, the transformation finally setting in. Standing and brushing off dust that had collected on him, Saryk lifted his greatsword. Time to prove his worth, meet his fate, after this fight, he would declare the right of challenge. To become a god, or be destroyed, and sent to limbo.
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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SoulsFlame on Sat Sep 22, 2007 6:50 pm

Rin spun loosing arrows into the imps that hid in the shadows. He turned to Jakob. "Well, I wonder what could be taking are little Dremorg friend so long, maybe it could be a certain turtle not knowing how to make an entrance" Rin gave a little chuckle at this thought and loosed another arrow.
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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Pain flooded into HIllshok's system, his body felt like it was burning, and yet, it was good. The aspects of his previous life shed away, one after the other. HIs childhood ment nothing, his lover, ment nothing, his entire life prior to the moment his master landed upon him, ment nothing...

((Sry fer not posting recently, 2 much stuff to do, not enough time to RP, anyways, how does the whole elf to dremorg thingy work? plze Pm me, and Ill fix it up))
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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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"Who do you think I worship, Urthe?" Jakob asked, smirking, blades hewing demon and imp, or any other monster unfortunate enough to cross paths with the Ranger. The wound on his shoulder started to ache, and Jakob slowed down slightly. It hurt like a splinter enchantment on a chair, but Jakob fought on stoically, awaiting the arrival of Saryk and his mage. He was surprised at Rin's accuracy with a bow- Jakob had never been keen to use a bow, though he could loose arrows at an amazing speed. It didn't matter, he'd rather chop them up close, fast as possible.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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he pulled the hood from his head-- revealing his ugly Orc-like face, and let his travelling cloak fall to the floor. he swung his sword in a clean circle above his head, and grinned his sharp canine teeth at the oncoming monsters. he cleaved through the shoulders of a Half-Dragon and grimaced as blood splattered his face. he wiped his face and threw his longsword through the face of another, a good 10 feet away, the sword impaled to the hilt. he clenched his fists and charged, slashing with two blades attatched to his gloves, heading in to retrieve his sword.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Jakob was slowly wearing down. The whirlwinds on his blades were dying, and so was his strength on his right shoulder. Though luckily he was left-handed, he was useless without both blades. Fighting his way up the large staircase, Jakob took three goblins out with thirty seconds of footwork and flying blades. Small gashes in his wyvern leather were starting to become apparent, but it didn't matter. As long as he had the will, Jakob would be fighting till he died.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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((It pretty much just hurts intensely for a couple minutes then you either die, or Your blood sings, and your purpose becomes the betterment of the house, and you get enhanced strength speed or magic like riddiculous))

Saryk Ran Desperate to enter the Fray, He lossed the knives in his sleeve's and readied to throw them, His GreatSword replaced at his shoulder as knives came into his hands, He leapt into the courtyard loosing one knife, then the other at the archer who frantically fought to impale demons, with Aim Unprecidented. Drawing his Sword he Rushed at Jakob Eager to face off against one so potent again.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Jakob watched the knives fly at Rin. He knew calling out to the young man would only distract him and cause them to hit, so he silently prayed that they would miss.

As Saryk jumped at Jakob, brandishing his enormous blade, Jakob readied his own. This wasn't a time for Jakob to taunt Saryk. It was very real that Jakob could die this time. He was tired, Saryk was not. And the demonite was no where to be sought after. This was going to be a very hard fight.

It was only with a small gesture of his hand that he beckoned Saryk. Your move.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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the Half-Orc made a quick jab with his right fist, the two sharp knifes on his right glove piercing through it's eyes, he withdrew his hand, kicking away the body and diving for his sword, rolling on his shoulder before quickly getting back on his feet, disembowling a creature charging at him. he was just about to charge at another one as he felt a clawed foot in his back, followed by a sharp pain in his left arm as a long, bloodied talon appeared. he swore, stabbing the creature behind him, he roared in pain as it fell back, cutting through the wound again. he stabbed his sword through the (already dead) creatures face before running back into the fray to fight. I better get a raise for this.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Saryk Smiled, This fight was almost his, Jakob was Tired, The other ranger was almost certainly Disabled, The orc would be disposed of by the flood of demons pouring out of his own little Niche' of The Hells. surely this Battle cannot go awry? Saryk pushed forward with a lunge hoping to catch the Still faster jakob of guard. For jakob who was, at his peak, still not as strong as Saryk, Dodging was almost the only option.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Rin heard the wizz of the knifes and turned, unfortunately taking them in the stomach, and it hurt. He pulled back his bow and fired an arrow into Saryk, hopefully, it would even the odds a little, "You better win you stupid turtle" Rin yelled and then he hit the ground and things went black.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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the Half-Orc spat, running past Monsters until he was at the downed ranger. he circled the boy as more monsters advanced on him, stabbing at him with long talons, some even spitting small fireballs at him. his left arm was almost useless now. lucky I only need my right. he thought, grinning evily at the monsters. he jumped over the boy, stabbing cleanly through a monster, then spinning around and jumping back at the same time, smashing one into the ground with his left boot while decapitating another with his sword. for an Orc, he was surprisingly agile and graceful. he circled the boy once again, slashing, stabbing and hacking all the while, his moves almost looked like a dance, wavering back and forth, feinting around and driving his bloodied sword into the monsters, which were falling in swarms as the Half-Orc unwaveringly protected the Ranger from harm, taking anything that was aimed at the him or the boy, and coming back with a killing blow every time. sweat and blood was nearly covering him now, and the strain could clearly be seen in his green muscles, but he kept going with the Strength of a Dremorg and the resolve of an Orc.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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The arrow that flew at Saryk was stopped dead in its tracks. Yes, the transformation nearly boiled Hillshok's blood and killed him, but a weak Hillshok was still a Hillshok able to fight. Casting magic right now was sapping him quickly, but Saryk could not afford to lose this battle.

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Jumping out of the way as fast as he could, Saryk's blow bounced off Jamison's sword. Jakob felt the pain go up his arm as the sword given to him by his father took the beating and sapped Jakob's shoulder further.
"Damn you Saryk." Jakob shouted as Rin fell to the floor.
Blades flew as Jakob leapt into the air, coming down with a double verticle blow.
Either Saryk had his blade out horizontally or he was in no shape to be attempting a block.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Snapping the Blade up It a position to defend he turned it, Flat side to absorb the shock, The blade followed with a speed born of familiarity. He returned the Blow with a high sweeping arc. Forcing jakob into a roll, that would most likely hurt his shoulder more keep hitting that shoulder, eventually he'll lose that arm, then the fight is yours! Saryk peeked over his shoulder to see the half-orc butchering imps and the lesser kindred by two's and three's, then he saw the ranger with the knives in his belly, possibly fatal, without getting attention relatively soon, definetly so. His attention snapped back to his own fight.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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The glance at Rin was all Jakob needed. As he rolled out, painfully landing on his right shoulder, he stuck out Medusa's Talon, the blade gashing Saryk's right leg. Saryk had his wits about him, though, and was able to resist the blade's enchantment. Cursing under his breath, he rose, bashing the hilt of his father's sword off of Saryk's hip, knocking him backwards. Saryk retaliated with his signature double strike, a powerful vertical slash and then a deceptive stab. The slash was easy to dodge, but Jakob could feel the blade graze his side as the great blade went in for the kill. Knocking the sword aside, Jakob launched a smashed table leg into Saryk's groin. Though the Dremorg was wearing plate-mail, it was still a distraction.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Eye's refocusing rapidly from the last blow Saryk hobbled backwards, then performed a Double rolling thrust ducking past Jakobs sword's. Only he had dropped his sword, the clumsy roll ended and he pounced to took jakob with him. The impact of the men threw the Enchanted blad away from jakob, leaving his standarrd blade, saryk retreated a little, and drew a wicked looking curved knife. A Dremorg Rite Knife, although not enchanted, any who knew of the Dremorg, knew damn well what happened to an opponent beat with the knife.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Jakob smiled as the Blade fell from Saryk's hands.
"Damn right." Shoulder aching now more than ever, Jakob forgot about the Rite Knife that was carried by all loyal Dremorg.

Cursing once more, Jakob steadied himself, going in low against the now weakened leg. The step away put Jakob off-balance and the Knife tore into his side, Jakob knew he had to finish this before his exhaustion would cause him to die. Using his hilt as a weapon once more, it was aimed towards the opening in Saryk's plate armor at the elbow. The extended arm was open, and Jakob jumped at the chance of a dead on hit.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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Name: Noriaand Greyfittle

Race: Gnome, Male

Age: 19

Class: Rogue/Thief

Height: 2'9"

Weight: 58 lb

Appearance: Noriaand has a small childish grin on his face at most times. His black hair was tied back in a pony tail. His smooth face gave his face an unusual handsome look. His black, ash leather clothes were tightly fitted to his body which although thin, showed an elegantness to his movements. His clothes were covered with a thick wooly travel cloak when he traveled.

History: Although Noriaand is small in stature. He has learnt to adapt to his problem and used it as an advantage. He steals from people for a living and is also a hired mercenary when needed. He grew up on the streets and can adapt to the most complicated of situations in mere seconds.

He is usually a Solo person in jobs. But he has always enjoyed working with people.
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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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The ensuing strike to his elbow left saryk stunned, His arm twitched involuntarily a few times, then he regained control, Swearing at the missed strike. There was still blood dripping from his knife though, this showed to be promising. Saryk made a few lunging thrust's with the knife, forcing jakob into exagerated dodges, and occasionally causing some small cuts.

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Re: [Angalia] - The Golden Age

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The Half-Orc was starting to tire, every move he made strained his muscles, and sent a sharp stab of pain from each of his many wounds, to his weakening muscles. the bodies were piling up around him, none of them had yet to so much as touch the Ranger, but the Orc was not so lucky. deep gashes were visible all over him, almost shredding his leather armor. at least, the monsters were starting to thin out. no more were joining the ranks of the last horde that faced him, but he didn't know if he could take even them now. his slashes became more random, and much less precise, but it was enough to kill. he grunted in pain as he felt a dull stab in his gut. he kicked back, sending the Creature staggering back, he decaptitated it, moving on to the last three or so of the monsters. he pulled off a low slice, tearing off the legs of one of them, it roared in pain, clawing at the air as it fell to the ground, where the Orc slammed his foot into it's face, smashing it's head like a Watermelon. after a couple of misses, he gashed the face of the second, then stabbed into it's heart, twisting the sword. it broke. he swore, kicking away the dead body and turning to face the last creature, painfully making fists, he ran at it. it threw a punch at him, which narrowly missed through ducking. he stood back up, punching it in the face, pain shooting through him once again. he threw another punch, and kicked it's left leg from the side, breaking it. it roared, falling foward on top of him, it grabbed him by the throat, claws pressing into his neck, starting to draw blood, while it screeched, snapping at his face. he in turn, grabbed it by the neck, trying to keep it's face away from his as he gasped for air. he brought his knee up into it's crotch, stunning it for a second, he used the last of his energy to bring his bear-like arms around its neck, and twisting, killing it. he breathed deeply, kicking it off as it released it's grip on him. he staggered over to the ranger, pulling the knives carefully out of the small one, grabbing his cloak and tying it tightly around it's abdomen to kill the bleeding. he just stood there for a minute or so, breathing deeply to regain his energy. he clenched his teeth, regaining his composure as he turned to the two fighting. "Need any help?" he shouted, ready to be of assistance if he needed to. the other Ranger would live, but he'd need medical assistance. "oh, I better get a damned raise for this."

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