angelG's Story

Angel was in the air watching upon Terra until she saw something dark, something suspicious. It was crawling on all fours, running across the vast terrain. Angel flew down to the ground swiftly to probe in the area the entity was.

Nulli stands up slowly, gazing at Angel, Nulli runs at Angel with intense speed and stops in place, questioning why Angel came down to inspect Nulli.

Nulli cautiously readies there claw incase Angel tried attacking.

Angle said that she wanted to know why Nulli attacked a camp not too long ago and also said she healed them but she came down so Nulli didn't hurt anyone else.

Nulli notices Angel has a look of suspicion and suspects she is going to attack. Nulli Intangles, and can be seen slightly. Nulli moves out of view of Angel and attacks from the left side of her.

Nulli untangles and Angel sees Nulli from the left side, she moves back from Nulli, and waits for the next attack.

Angel was puzzled why Nulli attacked her so she quickly healed herself and used "Invisible Work".

Nulli resisted such weak power. Nulli enabled "Biokinesis", using it on itself, changing Nulli's genes, making now its wet fur, a sandy colour their surroundings were. Nulli enabled "Somnikinesis", manipulating Angel's sleep cycle. In Angels view, Nulli could not be seen because of the use of "Biokinesis" but could see the prints of Nulli but they stopped. Angel grew tired, "Somnikinesis" kicks in and Angel grows weaker and falls asleep. Nulli disables "Biokinises", it's black, wet fur visible again.

Angel was in a deep sleep, unable to move and speak, but could hear everything that was going on. Angel could hear Nulli growling in anger, then bolt off in a direction she is unsure of.

Nulli bolted off into the left direction, towards a more sandy area. The wind intensified as Nulli walked around, in search of somewhere to reside incase of another enemy in its path. There was a small ditch behind a crumbled wall and Nulli was certain it could fit in their.

Nulli crawled in and there was enough space for 2 people but Nulli remembered that "Somnikinesis" was soon to wear off of Angel.
If Nulli was attacked again or attacked serverely, Nulli would have to change form.

Angel woke up feeling drained of all of her energy and the winds intensified with the sand hitting her eyes. In the distance, a blue, shining light was traversing slowly in the sandstorm, and the blue light seemed as if it was coming towards Angel.

The blue light eventually came towards Angel and stopped. "What are you?", Angel said in a weak, trembling voice. "Graedun azxah
un". It was an unrecognisable language, Angel figured it was a forgotten ancient language. As the wind slowed down, Angel could tell the entity speaking was a ancient Dragon. In its eyes, Angel could tell it was curious what happened to Angel so she explained.

Dright was walking across the vast, uneven terrain and looking in the horizon. As he was walking, Dright was thinking about how violent and broken this land is and how new, unknown and mysterious creatures are attacking innocents. Dright was searching the land for the creatures or any suspicious entities and activity. Everyday, people would find these creatures, they were always hostile and had to report it. Dright has found and slain 2 of the unknown entities but now he focused on helping those in need or people he comes across.

Angel healed her self and her and the weird dragon looking thing Flew into the sky and tried to find where Nulli had went until they saw someone with some new looking armor . They both flew down again to ask if he was looking for Nulli since they wanted to try to use "invisible work" again . Next to that bizzare man they saw a well protected woman with a gun also looking for him since they had weapons so there they went.

"No, I'm not but what is Nulli?" Dright questioned. "Nulli has a Canine skull and thick, black fur, it attacked me." "Sorry", replied Dright,"this has nothing to do with me". Angel could feel something watching her, but she asked Galaxya and Dright if they had an unusual feeling but they didn't. In the corner of Angel's eye, a skull could be seen, with a black body; Angel slowly looked behind her, and the thing was gone..

Dright explained why he had to leave them be and Angel said, "Can't you help me?". "No, I'm sorry, I'm on my own mission".

Meteor flickered emerald and nyoomed off west

Long long ago, during the Age of Despair, when the universe was dark and godless without joy or hope, during a time of chaos and war, bloodshed and fire, in a time of pure sword and sorcery, magic and nightmares when demonic forces ruled the cosmos, a single caste of champions rose from the ashes to rebel against evil and its demonic army of death and sorrows. They were known as...

The Knights of the Burnt Tapestry...

[Church bells ringing]

The deafening sounds of remote screaming villagers and panicking women and children could be heard from quite a distance away as old men and women scrambled about their nearly ruined Dark Age town, fumbling in an attempt to protect their families and livestock as young men and women tried desperately to put out the fires and lead their neighbors to safety amidst the chaos. It was no army of raiders or marauders who had caused such pandemonium, but rather a lone cambion or succubus who had singlehandedly set fire to their village and caused the deaths of hundreds, including even sentries and guards, resolving to destroy the townfolk and their small remote village in an attempt to eliminate any fleeting glimpse of hope and peace, for no other reason than to exterminate the human race, and to rid itself of the would-be heroes and knights which sought to turn the tides against her during the newfound kingdom's attempt to rid the world of evil.

The black wyvern soared down upon them, zigging and zagging between the thatched rooftop houses as it breathed fire and set the village aflame, screaming and shrieking with bat-like wings and ruby red eyes, soot black scales, smoking nostrils and menacing sharp teeth. She swooped down with her long black talons, grasping hold of a nearby cattle bull and hurling it towards a group of running villagers, crushing many of those to death who tried to escape from her unprovoked wrath of violence and destruction, showing no mercy or discrimination against the many women and children, monks and priests whose frozen bodies and solemn prayers did nothing to stop that witch's fury and atrocity as she ripped them all apart, limb by limb with tooth and nail, trying to set an example and provoke more fear and chaos, when out of the smoke galloped two lone riders on horseback heading towards the town square near her location. They appeared to be the only two people in the whole entire village who were not running away, but running towards the demon as they halted their horses in the middle of the burning ruins and dismounted hastily.

Snickering with an evil sharp-fanged grin, the witch descended from the air upon them in an attempt to incinerate them by breathing fire, but the older of the two knights simply held up his silver shield to block the flames whilst yelling at his younger apprentice to act in haste, as the other young knight held up his crossbow and shot forth a wooden bolt with a silver arrowhead which struck the wyvern between her eyes. The arrowhead did not pierce the dragon's scales, but shattered like glass into particles of silver dust upon impact, causing a small plume of glittering silver which the wyvern breathed in, causing her to be jolted from her destruction as she shrieked loudly and fell towards the ground in front of them. As she hit the ground with a loud thud, she suddenly shapeshifted quite painfully into the form of a human much like themselves, going into seizures and trembling violently before going limp and breathing heavily. Soon, she stood up and looked at the two brave heroes before her, smirking with malicious intent.

Far from her original appearance, the two brave knights could see a drastic change in her physical form as she appeared much more frail and beautiful, like a young gothic princess clad in all crimson and black with pale white skin, bright orangish red hair down past her shoulders with emerald green eyes and a tight red dress, adorned with a long dragging black hooded cape. She wore cherry red lipstick and a hint of flush peach makeup, with inch-long red fingernails and black fishnet stockings and gloves, yet no shoes or slippers as she stood up barefoot and peered at them from the center of the dusty road, letting out a heart-strickening laughter as if to let them know that she was impressed, but still empowered and beyond their control. Immediately the senior knight lowered his shield and tried to hurl an axe at her, but the powerful witch was fast enough and strong enough to bat it aside with her bare hand as the small throwing axe was hurled at her head, only to be deflected with a flick of her wrist.

"Oh look, you broke a nail... Pity," she said, examining her red nails glamorously through her black fishnet glove before suddenly appearing behind the axe thrower with magical timing and lifting him up off of the ground by his neck with supernatural strength, despite his overwhelming size and weight. She was about to crush his throat and strangle him to death when suddenly, without delay, the master's apprentice ran up behind her and stabbed her in the back with a silver dagger directly between her neck and collarbone. The witch screamed and let go of the senior knight, who wasted no time in turning around once he was released. As the evil sorceress cried in agony and turned around to face the apprentice, the older knight reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a silver net, but not before the wicked demoness was able to pierce his apprentice's chest with her sharp red fingernails. She had tried to rip out his heart, but before she could, the net was cast over her head and the older of the two knights had started to drag her down, away from her task. The young knight fell backwards and grabbed his bleeding chest, before immediately reaching for his horse saddle and grabbing the torch, tossing it to his master.

The evil cambion screamed and cried in pain, not just at the netting and restraints but also at the very touch of the silver chain links that were making her lose power as the master ordered his apprentice to hold her down when he lit the torch, producing a flame before standing over the maleficent witch and uttering his vow to send her back to hell. "Not before I take you with me," she cursed, reaching through the net and ripping out the old man's larynx with her bare hand. The master fell backwards, but his apprentice quickly took the torch and pressed it to her breast, causing the demoness to burst into flames. She let out a monstrous scream as the fire suddenly consumed her, causing her entire body and skeleton to deteriorate rapidly until there was nothing left but dust and ashes which blew away with the wind, leaving no trace at all that the cambion had ever existed.

Turning back quickly to his mentor, the young knight embraced the older master who was laying on the ground next to him, unable to speak and quietly bleeding out from the open gash in his throat. The old man looked up at him silently, nodding his head and smiling with victory before gargling on his own blood and falling limp, dying in that very position with his eyes wide open. The younger knight, named Sir Henley Kieranhart, just shook his head quietly and closed his master's eyes, embracing the man who had been like a father to him for over a decade with a deep overwhelming sadness of tears and sorrow. Henley and his master had been the very last two surviving Knights of the Burnt Tapestry, and now it seemed that the old ways were finally coming to a forgotten and sudden end after thousands of years. That night, he buried his mentor on a hill and remembered his knightly vows, thrusting his sword into the burial mound as a grave marker before saddling his horse and lifting up his hood, riding off and disappearing into the darkness over the hills and forests, taking with him the collected bounty from the grateful kingdom and the unnerving memories he had sustained from his many years of apprenticeship under the greatest demon hunter who ever lived.

[Ten years later]

A long dark haired, shadow bearded man in his mid to late 30's enters the tavern house one late evening, wearing a hooded cloak and wreaking of burnt apple wood after camping up in the mountains for some unknown time, living as a hermit or vagabond. He appeared to be a normal person, very quiet and disdain, showing no interest in conversation with very little to suggest he might be someone of immediate interest, being dressed rather roughly in ordinary clothing for the time period. He didn't appear to be anyone of royalty or nobility, looking much like a common traveler or villager as he made his way to the bar and ordered a tankard of whiskey, taking a seat at the counter on one of the wooden bar stools while keeping his head down.

Dusty sits at the bartop, a half drunk bottle of mead resting to her side. Her attention was on a small pile of worn,dirty rings set on the counter, particularly a brass ring that appeared to have a wonky purple stone set into the band. She swings her bare feet idly as she examines the object up close. Her hair is short and shabby, and her amber eyes peek out from under her bangs. Her brown button up is askew, revealing a worn black crop top. She looks like she had just been rolling in a pile of leaves. Setting the ring briefly on the bench, she takes a sip of mead. She immediately goes back to twirling the band in her fingertips.