Setting
An ancient and foreboding woods, tall gnarled trees extend their branches towards you. The loamy earth muffles any sounds of travel. The earthy smell of decay wafts through the trees on the ever present breeze.
Twisted Path
An ancient and foreboding woods, tall gnarled trees extend their branches towards you. The loamy earth muffles any sounds of travel. The earthy smell of decay wafts through the trees on the ever present breeze.
Minimap
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northeast |
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You are here. |
east |
southwest |
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Twisted Path is a part of 
Southern Grazing Lands.
299 Characters Here
Benjiro (meaning lover of peace) [1,188] an intelligent but lazy warrior who takes rest and relaxation over fighting and training, although lazy is extremely skilled in hand to hand combat and swords loves to eat and joke around will rise to the challenge if needed will help anyone who needs it.
Vaika Kyrine [723] she is an angel with light brown hair and blue eyes she has white angel wings and a halo as well...
Lucas Rorana [368] he is a very powerful swordsmen who uses the power of trinity
Velvet Rose [301] a phoenix girl, she was born from a phoenix but was burn a human somehow... http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l145/Butterflywings123/animegirl5.jpg
Tyrone [269] A shadow-demon ninja assassin. His fighting skills are superior as he uses a combination of street fighting,dark ninjutsu, and shadow sorcery. http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa155/xWhitexLillyx/anime/anime%20guys/Black_Ninja_by_gelgoogkg.jpg
Shadow Morph (Assassin) [238] One of Gafgarius' shadow morphs. He has now been labeled 'obsolete' by the other shadow morphs. He was given the name Settsu, the quickblade.
kaya [211] Her long blue hair almost touches the floor and her eyes are the color of blood. her life is a secret. but she is very lonely.She is also a descendant of Yulia and can sing Yulia's Fonic Hymns.
Sairia [209] A witch who has been given the gift of the elements.
Kira Spirit [176] fourth oldest of the spirit family
Abeline Denson [155] "Thats General Denson to you."
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His eyes narrowed slightly, not understanding quite what an elf was... But it was probably very different from a human so he let it go. It wasn't like he hadn't seen the occasional wolf-looking thing that didn't seem quite like a wolf. He fell into silence once more, conversation failing him for several moments before he finally decided to ask; "Is this your territory?" That was the priority. If he was trespassing he had to go.
Nikita Mourning had been waiting for a while. She had waited through the other's leaving, she had waited until it was dark, and she had waited for the moon to be full and ripe in the sky above her.
Then she had waited until she had drown her circle in blood and salt, a makeshift bandage wrapped around her arm, lips pursed. She was going to attempt to raise a once great man of God, who had been so very corrupted. He was legend amongst the necromancers in these parts, and she had been so curious, so very curious.
That is why she was here, at least, standing on the edge of her circle, but still inside of it, a cloak wrapped around her lithe form, dark hair shifting in the wind, blue eyes focused on the ground. Her apperance was fake, but she didn't want anyone, anything, to know what she was doing.
"Dominique, I call to you..."
Then she had waited until she had drown her circle in blood and salt, a makeshift bandage wrapped around her arm, lips pursed. She was going to attempt to raise a once great man of God, who had been so very corrupted. He was legend amongst the necromancers in these parts, and she had been so curious, so very curious.
That is why she was here, at least, standing on the edge of her circle, but still inside of it, a cloak wrapped around her lithe form, dark hair shifting in the wind, blue eyes focused on the ground. Her apperance was fake, but she didn't want anyone, anything, to know what she was doing.
"Dominique, I call to you..."
A spirit not at terms with its death was around, though not so much a body. It had been years, many years in fact, since he had lived. A quiet, unfulfilled afterlife spent carefully not moving on for fear of what lay on the opposite side. He had all but abandoned his god, and for that he deserved hell, but he was not so willing to just give in. In fact he was damn well going to fight it tooth and nail if he could.
And now a voice called to him, something in the darkness, some sort of woman? How curious. Perhaps a cleric or priestess seeking to communicate with ghosts. She could surely help him atone. He gravitated towards her, his presence becoming more noticeable, though it was hard to pick just where he came from. His soul had all but become a part of the world at this point.
And now a voice called to him, something in the darkness, some sort of woman? How curious. Perhaps a cleric or priestess seeking to communicate with ghosts. She could surely help him atone. He gravitated towards her, his presence becoming more noticeable, though it was hard to pick just where he came from. His soul had all but become a part of the world at this point.
Nikita could feel a presence, although she was unsure if it was the spirit that she wanted. Infusing her circle of power with even more of her power, she closed her eyes, concentrating and 'feeling' the spirit...
Yes it was him!
Her eyes popped open, a small smile curling her lips. She was no priestess, at least, not one who was trained in the arts. She was, in fact, not even a good person.
"By my voice, I call to you, by my blood, I call to you. Dominique, show yourself, allow for the air to shape you, give you solid form so we may speak."
Yes it was him!
Her eyes popped open, a small smile curling her lips. She was no priestess, at least, not one who was trained in the arts. She was, in fact, not even a good person.
"By my voice, I call to you, by my blood, I call to you. Dominique, show yourself, allow for the air to shape you, give you solid form so we may speak."
There was an apparition, slowly forming in the air, a ghostly crusader of times long since past, red cross emblazoned across his white clothing, cold sky blue eyes that seemed to pierce where they stared, and foppish well-cared for hair. His expression looked sour, but that was more a matter of who he was instead of any actual disposition.
"I am here," he said simply, voice accented with French rolling off of his tongue. Whether this was a form he was most comfortable, natural or preferred was impossible to tell.
"I am here," he said simply, voice accented with French rolling off of his tongue. Whether this was a form he was most comfortable, natural or preferred was impossible to tell.
Nikita could hardly contain her excitement, but she took a large breath. "It has been six years since your passing, and you are discussed in whispers. I want to know," she stopped for a moment, curling her fingers into fists, "I Want to know how you became what you did become. It is shrouded in mystery!"
She smiled wider, showing her teeth, "In return I may be able to gift you a form of existence, a human body even, for a short amount of time."
She smiled wider, showing her teeth, "In return I may be able to gift you a form of existence, a human body even, for a short amount of time."
While he answered, as it was only polite to do so for the first person to talk to you in years, his tone had soured slightly. "A mage changed me, though I was willing to subject myself to it." His arms folded before his cross defensively. "I was not aware the news of my death would reach anyone, though I am not surprised the crusaders noticed me missing."
"But to be raised would be given a chance to redeem my past actions in the eyes of god, and atone for my sins. I would be eternally grateful."
"But to be raised would be given a chance to redeem my past actions in the eyes of god, and atone for my sins. I would be eternally grateful."
Nikita Mourning could not contain her glee. She beamed outright, clasping her hands together like a child one. "Do you know the spell? Could you recall it? What about the mage?"
She shook her head for a bit, licking her lips greedily. "What about the reason you changed? The one who killed you? We don't have proper reports on that."
She shook her head for a bit, licking her lips greedily. "What about the reason you changed? The one who killed you? We don't have proper reports on that."
"I am no mage, I do not remember the nature of magic," he answered firmly and then turned sharply to the side before he continued, "The man was named Ezrael Flavaar, a being betwixt two halves. He was some spiritual entity contained within a child. His full nature I don't understand, as I had only bare encounters with him and we did not talk much, for good reason. I disliked his presence, he had the horns of a demon and wore dark clothing like death. He was clever and powerful, but as you can find his magical fort at the bottom of the lake I think you can conclude the same as me."
"Ezrael Flavaar is dead."
After letting that sink in he continued. "I was blinded by the beauty of a heathen race, who I deemed worthy enough to change my ways to impress. But I was wrong. She and a gnoll companion of hers lead to my death." His voice became quite snippy and sharp, almost as much so as his eyes.
"Ezrael Flavaar is dead."
After letting that sink in he continued. "I was blinded by the beauty of a heathen race, who I deemed worthy enough to change my ways to impress. But I was wrong. She and a gnoll companion of hers lead to my death." His voice became quite snippy and sharp, almost as much so as his eyes.
Nikita Mourning sucked in a deep breath. She was not to happy with the news, and with the sharpening of his voice she almost stepped back out of the circle- but that would be disastrous for her, that would cause it- everything - to go wrong. It would release him in the form that he did have.
"No plans for revenge, then?"
She gave a soft chuckle and a head nod, "Well, thank you for the information..."
"You may leave now."
She waved a hand, in the attempt to banish him from the circle. She had no intention of actually giving him a body.
"No plans for revenge, then?"
She gave a soft chuckle and a head nod, "Well, thank you for the information..."
"You may leave now."
She waved a hand, in the attempt to banish him from the circle. She had no intention of actually giving him a body.
As she cleared up that she was not going to bring him back to life his eyes narrowed and he sniffed in distaste. "Hmph. So he is still alive then?" the French man asked. As if to answer the inevitable following question he raised a lone finger and stated, "Why else come to me? I am the last spirit remaining, and therefore I am the last safe being to ask." Suddenly he chukcled, then burst into laughter.
"You're a child," he said, gracefully stepping towards her and through her, leaving of his own free will. "This encounter harms me no more than words." He wouldn't care for the banishment, let it come.
"You're a child," he said, gracefully stepping towards her and through her, leaving of his own free will. "This encounter harms me no more than words." He wouldn't care for the banishment, let it come.
It was a nice chance to take a break from constant physical training to appreciate the rest of the world, and Ezrael had to admit he didn't care for it. What had started out as a nice idea to go for a walk outside and enjoy the warmth of the sun, the fresh air and a cool breeze just seemed to grate on his nerves. Perhaps it was his lack of progress. Yes, that had to be it. He was frustrated at the lack of self-improvement from the constant engagement of battle. He could fight better, yes, but he didn't feel different. Even if the aches of battle lessened with every day and he could feel the first muscles hardening around his arms.
Stopping and sighing, he leaned against a tree. Maybe he was over thinking this.
Stopping and sighing, he leaned against a tree. Maybe he was over thinking this.
Estr gazed down at the dark stranger from the large branches of a tall tree. He let his guard down, didn’t he? Who he was or what his relations with her employer did not matter. He was her mission, the reason why she was specifically chosen for this task.
She took a silent breath and unsheathed a ornate, golden dagger from her right side and held it in her hand. The dagger seemed to pulse with energy and the blade had a faint aura of orange surrounding it. Perhaps the dagger is not necessary, she thought. Just in case, she unsheathed a simple, silver dagger from her other side that seemed nothing more than the average blade. She gripped both daggers in a firm fist.
She breathed again, and not a second later, she leapt down from the tree and swung the silver dagger at the man.
She took a silent breath and unsheathed a ornate, golden dagger from her right side and held it in her hand. The dagger seemed to pulse with energy and the blade had a faint aura of orange surrounding it. Perhaps the dagger is not necessary, she thought. Just in case, she unsheathed a simple, silver dagger from her other side that seemed nothing more than the average blade. She gripped both daggers in a firm fist.
She breathed again, and not a second later, she leapt down from the tree and swung the silver dagger at the man.
Ezrael's normal reaction would have been magic, violent, fast and efficient. But he was in an odd mood. It was all this martial arts business. It was just getting to him. His head raised at the sound of his attacker leaping downwards and both hands slapped at the tree to push him sharply backwards and away, leaving him still unready for attack.
As the stranger dodged her attack, Estr smiled. This will be fun, she thought.
Estr caught herself as she landed on the dirt. As fast as she had leapt, she was ready with another attack. She swung both blades at the man, but she held the two blades with a different intention. The silver blade swung with the intent to kill or, at the very least, to maim. The golden blade swung as if it were a taunt. Almost like the attack was an empty-threat.
Afterall, it wouldn’t be as fun if she didn’t play with her toys a little.
Estr caught herself as she landed on the dirt. As fast as she had leapt, she was ready with another attack. She swung both blades at the man, but she held the two blades with a different intention. The silver blade swung with the intent to kill or, at the very least, to maim. The golden blade swung as if it were a taunt. Almost like the attack was an empty-threat.
Afterall, it wouldn’t be as fun if she didn’t play with her toys a little.
Ezrael spied the intent, slamming his right foot firmly in the dirt to steady himself as right hand lurched upwards to strike the silver blade likewise upwards and safely away from his body, more towards his shoulder. His left side of his body continued with backwards momentum, swinging him around until he was side-on with her.
Estr was slow to react as he struck at the silver blade. She clenched her teeth, but it failed to stifle her laughter. This one would be difficult. He would give her trouble.
Estr quickly kicked her leg at the knee of the stranger with the force strong enough to break the leg of any normal person. She doubt that it would break his leg. He seemed far too strong. Plus, if his leg broke, then it would be too easy to kill him. She liked a fight, and he was giving her one.
Estr quickly kicked her leg at the knee of the stranger with the force strong enough to break the leg of any normal person. She doubt that it would break his leg. He seemed far too strong. Plus, if his leg broke, then it would be too easy to kill him. She liked a fight, and he was giving her one.
The foot fell upon what would feel like thick padded leather, and by this point Ezrael was 'cheating'. He would never admit it without being prompted, but that one was magic, a trick he normally did just to preserve his being in the daily dangers of Wing City. A layer of magic was now expanding to cover his body, making him all round a little 'thicker' to hit, and softening every blow levelled towards him.
But that still bloody hurt. He let out a shout of pain as he withdrew his leg as quickly as he could to meet his left, turning to face him again. "Enough!" he barked loudly, raising up both hands before his chest, fists curled.
But that still bloody hurt. He let out a shout of pain as he withdrew his leg as quickly as he could to meet his left, turning to face him again. "Enough!" he barked loudly, raising up both hands before his chest, fists curled.
Estr chuckled.
“Aw… Are you giving up already? And it was just getting good,” she teased, her voice playful and cocky.
Making a quick decision, Estr sheathed her silver dagger and switched her golden blade to her dominant left hand. Her whole stance seemed to change. The way she moved, the look in her eyes, it all became savage, like an animal.
“Well, a surrender is a surrender,” she laughed, “I like you.”
Her voice suddenly turned sharp.
“It is a shame that I’ll have to kill you.”
“Aw… Are you giving up already? And it was just getting good,” she teased, her voice playful and cocky.
Making a quick decision, Estr sheathed her silver dagger and switched her golden blade to her dominant left hand. Her whole stance seemed to change. The way she moved, the look in her eyes, it all became savage, like an animal.
“Well, a surrender is a surrender,” she laughed, “I like you.”
Her voice suddenly turned sharp.
“It is a shame that I’ll have to kill you.”
He let one hand fall to his side, giving her a flat, unimpressed stare. "Stop." It was a command, if anything, one more of irritation than anything. He took this chance to think for a moment. "Okay, look, I'm going to let you live because if this was a fair fight you would probably kill me, between your daggers and element of surprise."
He paused for effect.
"But this is not a fair fight."
He paused for effect.
"But this is not a fair fight."
Estr was… surprised, to say the least. She hadn’t expected this.
“Fair? Who gives two shits about a fair fight,” she quipped.
“I’m going to kill no matter if you fight back, or not,” she smiled, “And I think that the one who is making the fight unfair is you,” she said.
“You are my mission!” Estr yelled, charging at him once again, even faster.
What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in speed.
“Fair? Who gives two shits about a fair fight,” she quipped.
“I’m going to kill no matter if you fight back, or not,” she smiled, “And I think that the one who is making the fight unfair is you,” she said.
“You are my mission!” Estr yelled, charging at him once again, even faster.
What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in speed.
The hand that remained up now tilted down, pointing a lone finger as a beam of darkness launched two steps in front of her where it would explode, only intended to stop her rushing forward. And at the same time his dropped hand would grasp his elaborate cloak. In one swift movement he would spin, tossing his cloak up towards her face, drop to the ground and kick one foot backwards firmly for her gut.
Decency be damned, she made it clear where they stood.
Decency be damned, she made it clear where they stood.
Oh yes, she liked him. The surprise kick to her stomach made Estr lose her stance. She lost her balance and was shoved backwards. She nearly tripped as she caught herself on one knee. She laughed, or groaned, it was too distorted to tell which.
Estr clenched her teeth and grabbed her stomach. Chuckling, she said,
“Hm...ergh- So you can pack a punch,” she groaned.
Estr clenched her teeth and grabbed her stomach. Chuckling, she said,
“Hm...ergh- So you can pack a punch,” she groaned.
His leg quickly withdrew and he rose upright once more, raising one hand theatrically into the air as a sword shimmered into view from nothing. "Avia sent you," he stated simply, like it was an undeniable fact, "And I wish you to take her a message back." He twirled the blade swiftly in one hand as he turned about to face her, letting the blade tip rest on the ground.