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Post by Great Saiyaman on Dec 23, 2006 17:45:44 GMT -5
Velken stood on a hilltop, looking out as the sun kissed him with its forgiving warmth. His cloak blew with the chilling wind as he prepared for the most daring part of his journey. He's been in dangerous places, fougten powerful people, but this would be the best of the best.
Velken took some steps forward, his brown boots crunching the snow. His hooded eyes looked from left to right for any hostile animals. His green hood and cloak gave him some warmth as he walked. Snow that fell collected on his clothes as he walked.
A gauntlet covered hand kept on the butt of Velken's sword. Normally it would protect him from the blade of a sword, or the burn of a flame. Though recently it has only stopped bugs from biting and it kept out the cold.
Velken continued forward, his face growing numb as were his fingers. He looked forward to see snow capped mountains, they were as tall as any mountain he's ever layed eyes on. They were so powerful looking that Velken almost felt as if it would be a colossus, sleeping. That at any moment it would stand and reach out a mighty fist to crush Velken.
Velken did not recoil however, despite the intimitaion of the area, he was determained. The legend, or poem, of the Emerald Sword rang in his ears. To boost his spirits he began to sing it in a slow and relaxed mealody.
"Only a warrior with a clear heart. Would have the honor to be kissed by the sun. Yes I am this warrior. I followed my way. Lead by the force of cosmic soul, I can reach this sword. On the way to the glory, I'll honor my sword. To serve right ideals and justice for all. For the king, for the land, for the mountains. For the green valleys where dragons fly. For the glory the power to win the black lord. I will search for the Emerald Sword."
Velken only recited a verse of it. That particular part is what rung in his ears. He enjoyed the poem or song even. Either way it was relaxing and gave him hope. He was a warrior with a clear heart, he could find the sword. He grew a confident smile and a spring in his step as he continued forward. Velken also continued with the poem in the song form, over and over.
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Post by Morph on Dec 23, 2006 17:59:14 GMT -5
Morph, too, was on the search, questing for the very same Emarald Sword Velken was seeking. He hadn't heard very much about it, very little only, no, even no more than just merely one little rumour.
He slowly walked through the thick snow, which lay several feet thick on the ground. Ground his feet did not even reach, as they sunk into the layer of snow, his boots quickly recieving a fine layer of whiteness, a snowy crust.
He smiled broadly and looked a bit about the landscape. Now where could this sword be? A dungeon? A cave?
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Dec 23, 2006 18:16:05 GMT -5
"I crossed the valleys the dust of midlands to search for the third key to open the gates Now I'm near the altar the secret inside as legend told my beloved sun light the dragons eyes On the way to the glory I'll honour my sword to serve right ideals and justice for all
Finally happened the sun lit their eyes the spell was creating strange games of light Thanks to hidden mirrors I found my lost way over the stones I reached the place it was a secret cave In a long bloody battle that prophecies told the light will prevail hence wisdom is gold
For the king for the land for the mountains For the green valleys where dragons fly For the glory the power to win the black lord I will search for the emerald sword"
Velken continued to sing the melody of the Emerald Sword. He thought about the words as he sung them. A third key, he had foudn the three keys recently while searching. He then moved on to the next thing, a gate. He stopped and looked around himself. "A gate." He whispered to himself, some visible air escaping his lips. "A gate." He repeated to himself and took a moment to think. He looked up at the mountains. "For the king, for the land, for the....mountains." He began to quickly run to the distant mountains. They were still easily over a hundred or so miles away. It was still a days journey even if he ran.
Velken panted as he continued his quick pace, his breathing increasing. The snow under him slowed him more than he would want. It was taking more energy then normal to run in the clutches of the snow. He felt like he was running in shallow quick-sand. Each step was harder then the last.
Velken passed a certain point and saw the distant figure of someone looking in the direction he was heading. Were they searching for the sword as well? They must not know much as he has the only keys that open the gate. Unless there were more, that would mean competion. Then again maybe this was just a wanderer. He didn't want to be hostile if thier paths crossed.
Velken kept his eyes on him as he passed. Though not too soon after his legs refused to run in this difficult terrain. He stopped as they ordered. He couldn't go on running. He stopped for a moment to rest. He placed his hands firmly on his legs and panted.
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Post by Morph on Dec 23, 2006 18:27:33 GMT -5
Morph rubbed his arms a little. He felt a little cold in here. "Hm, time to bring in some fire, I suppose." He uttered to himself. With a grin, his armour flashed a bit, fire sprang into the world around him, fire jumped across his gauntlets, sparks ran over his helmet, his armour turned a fiery red colour, flaming, burning, and he was warm.
"I love myself." Morph said in a narcissistic mood. He reached into the thick coat he wore over his armour and pulled out a kind of triangular puzzle. Four triangles put together into a 3-dimensional figure, with tiles of various colours,as if it were a Rubix Cube, but not a cube, but a triangular figure.
"I hope this has some relevancy towards the goal of my quest. If not, than I might as well just sell it to the next fool I meet for some good cash." He spoke. He shook his shoulders a little to loosen them, then quickened his pace. Onwards! Towards the mountains of the North!
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Dec 23, 2006 21:57:39 GMT -5
After finally regaining his stamana, Velken began running again. He went as fast as his feet would take him. Though that alone wasn't good enough. He drew his sword and swung his strongly, sending out a sword beam, it flattened the snow infront of him for a few yards. He shot another once he reached the end, easily. He continued doing so, keeping an eye on his mp.
After a few more miles, his mp was drained quite a bit. Velken sheethed his sword and continued forward, he wasn't sure if he got a good lead on the man, if he was heading the same as Velken, but he was certainly closer and cut the journey's time down well. He was more than half way there in a mere five hours. He stopped again for a breather. He was panting and coughing for air. He pushed himself, possibly too far.
Velken lifted his hooded head to see the mountain, he could almost feel the rocky surface against his skin already. He felt so close yet just out of reach, just enough to make him frustrated. He continued panting and looked back to the ground.
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Post by Morph on Dec 24, 2006 10:05:50 GMT -5
After having strolled on and on through the thick snow in these cold lands far away from major civilization, Morph got frustrated with how slow he went. Even though he was faster than most others, he wasn't quite satisfied with how fast he went right now. Then again, it might have been the snow. Then, a thought popped into his head, unlike most others.
What if I tried to be both Fire, as well as Wind element at one time? was the thought. That way, I could fly, and still stay warm!
After a mere second's consideration, he decided to just go for it. However, it didn't quite turn out to what he expected, though the effects may just have been much to his liking, at least partly, as the results held one slight headache, dizziness, and a large explosion, which inferno burst into all directions, melting snow, oblitorating any possible micro-life in the neighbourhood, and posing a signal to people in a large area around him.
"D-darrrrn..." Were the first words he uttered. Soon, monsters and bounty hunters alike could be swarming the place, though perhaps more monsters than bounty hunters, as the latter group preferred easy jobs, which usually took place in warmer areas in civilized places.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Dec 31, 2006 14:12:39 GMT -5
Velken turned around violently, his sword gleeming as came into his hands, pointing upward infront of him. He panted, seeing the breath that he gave with each pant. His eyes darted around for whomever sent off the explotion. He tightened the grip he had on the sword as his eyes narrowed on the cause. A figure in the distance.
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Post by Morph on Dec 31, 2006 15:08:27 GMT -5
Angry with his own choice of action, Morph got up from the ground and shook his body a bit to get rid of that weird, unpleasant feeling he had gotten because of his self-induced explosion.
"Blech." He uttered. "I suppose I better just hold on to Fire and take the long route, or keep Wind and suffer the cold, but get there easily."
He thought for a moment. When the cold crept up to his neck again, the decision was soon made.
"When I reach those mountains, I can be warm for all I want!" He spoke to noone in particular. His armour flashed green as a wind raged around him for a short amount of time. After that, he rose into the air, and shot off towards the mountains, rubbing his arms fiercely in the meantime, to keep warm a little.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 2, 2007 16:09:01 GMT -5
Velken's eyes widened as the figure seemed to sprout wings and fly. Great he thought. Velken quickly turned and made his way as quickly as he could. He swung his sword again, doing the same as erlier, swinging more madly, trying to allow his sword to return to its sheeth quicker. Once he made a path that was easily half the rest way there, he sheethed his sword and sprinted.
Velken could feel his legs burn highly. It was as if there was a furnace in each leg, burning them to ash slowly. His arms pumped wildly as he maddly sprinted to his destination. He desprately wanted to make it before anyone else, that was his goal now. His sword beat against his legs as they past, threatening to trip him, yet couldn't. Velken panted dangerously as he pushed himself far beyond his limit to keep going. The will to reach the mountain first is what fueled him.
Velken looked up, nearly steering him off course. His pants were seen visibly above him as they passed as visible air. He saw the figure, ahead of him. He growled, more steam coming from his clentched teeth. He stared back forward, not noticing the lack of his hood. It flew off as he looked up. He then quickly noticed as his ears went numb. Velken cringed as the criping cold clentched his ears like a mad dog. He qickly replaced his hood, slowing him down because of the lack of the arms. He then retook his pace once his arms continued again.
Velken was close now, he could feel it. The mountains grew and grew as he sprinted. His head then threw itself up, gasping for air as he panted heavily. He kept his pace however. By some miracle he didn't swerve into a snow bank nearby. He didn't care about the snow anymore. If his feet didn't make noise on it as he ran, he would have forgotten it was there. His heavy sweat showed how hot he was getting from just running, it was unbearable. He was nearly ready to fall and rest, helpless. No, he kept himself going strong, or as strong as he could.
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Post by Morph on Jan 4, 2007 13:41:34 GMT -5
Keeping him going at such high speeds didn't same to take too much of effort, relying moreso on his magical capabilities than his physical ones. The mountains neared much more quickly now, and he decided to even up it a bit, shooting forward once more at an ever greater speed, the grey and white giant in front of him seemingly growing in size as he drew closer to them.
With a great, thundering noise, the living flash of greenness, commonly known under the name of Morph, crashed into the first and best mountain he encountered, shooting up snow into all directions. A great flash of red emerged from where the human comet had landed so roughly, a fiery red, blazing hot, melting away any other snow that had not been shot away by the impact of the crash.
A large, and deep hole could be seen in the spot were Morph had run into the ground. All of a sudden, a hand, incredibly small compared to the large chunk of rock the mountain it stuck out from was, shot up from out of the hole and grabbed the side of it. A second hand, probably the first one's brother, shot up beside it, and helped his companion hand by grabbing the opposite ledge. With a bit of effort, the hands pulled, and, after not a too great amount of time, a pair of arms and the top of a helmet appeared, and after some more effort and several seconds, a head, a torso, and eventually a whole body came out of the hole.
Morph shook his body violently to once again get rid of a 'feeling' he always seemed to get after an explosion or crash, no matter how much he liked them or how much he attempted them. He turned his head - and the rest of his body - and looked for his destination. Clear sight seemed to be with him today, he could even see a large amount of smoke at the horizon and some large winged silouettes near it: the place where he had exploded not too long ago. He smirked. "Suckers." He said, and turned, only to be surprised by a sudden gust of wind, accompanied by a large amount of snow. A snow storm had entered the scene.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 4, 2007 16:25:56 GMT -5
(Challenging me Morph? ) Velken could not move further. He was nearly there, only a yard or so away. Velken was panting heavily, his hands falling to his sides. His breath coming in and out in short striving shots. His lungs worked hard to give him life to his seemingly dying body. The cold air only gripped his lungs and stabbed them with the cold's pierceing chill. The icey sword was pulled out and stabbed in again and again with each breath. Velken finally began to collapse. His left knee fell down as if forced by the wieght of the very air. His body was angled to the left, his hands twitched. He felt as if the cold and snow were machines, draining his body of all the energy he could ever hope to get from the air around him. A second knee fell. Not too much later after the knee his abdomen bent his torso begining forward. Velken's eyes stared blankly at the snow, seeing drops of his sweat in the brutal snow. Velken saw accompanying the drops were flakes of snow. The thousands of frozen rain droplets fell upon Velken, blanketing him in a frozen sheet. He shivered tremendously from the snow. Then he heard an explotion far off. He forced his head up to see the crater of the human meteor. He didn't bother look much long as his head fell forward. He stared blankly at the snow that came down on him. Velken tried once more see hope and to his luck there it was. Velken's eyes widened, the gate stood before him. Velken summoned the last bit of will in him as he slowly tugged his numbed legs to life. His knees bent lowly as a blueish hand reached out for the gate. His lips, unseen because of his drooping cloak became a bright blue. He was slowly dying of cold. The monster that made itself invisble, continueally stabbed at him painlessly and let the heat from Velken's body leak out. He was so close, just a foot more, he thought. Finally Velken felt the icey bar of the gate that lead to the ancient and legendary Emerald Sword. Velken's aged eyes looked about the gate it was made of gold and silver, now frozen in ice. On the top, unfrozen was a large emerald, it seemed loose. Velken reached up an arm and desperately punched the emerald, pushing it back. The gate then lowered three key holes. Each in the shape of a gem the last however was a sword itself. Velken examinated the holes, dying. His vision was becoming a blur and he could hardly note the shapes. He drew out the first key, a ruby. He placed it on the hole, perfect. He smashed it, lazily in and the key hole retreated back into the gate at the roof of the cave it blocked. Velken then placed a sapphire on the next and pounded it again. Just as he hoped the key hole accended back into the roof. For the last, Velken knew what to sacrifice. He drew his diamond sword and placed it in the hole where it would lay. He punched the butt of the hilt, pushing it further in. The key accended and the gate flew open inward. Velken threw himself inside the cave, panting and dying still. His hp was at two now, he had no strength to bring out a health potion. He wasn't even sure he had one, the idea of one may have been an illusion of death. Though, miraculously, his vision was becoming clear. His hp sky rocketed back to where it was before. The cave was increadibly warm, saving his life. Velken sighed in relief as he welcomed the warmth that seemed have welcomed him in return.
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Post by Morph on Jan 5, 2007 9:42:43 GMT -5
A low, rumbling noise alerted Morph's senses, mainly his ears, and he quickly turned his head into the direction from whence the sound had come.
His feet scurried over the snow-flake coveted ground of the harsh, cold earth, his armour still blazing redly, making him go unbothered by the cold.
When he reached the source, his green eyes eyes gazed upon a gate with an emerald embedded into it which was even greener than them. A fiendish, crazy, almost devilishly evil grin appeared on Morph's face, as he decided he had stumbled upon a most interesting place he had to enter. He might even find something interesting.
As such the decision was made, as such Morph entered through the gate, nearly tripping over a figure lurking near the entrance. "AKOU!" He cried out as his face greeted the ground in a most cheerful bunk sound. "Geez, watch where you're lying!" He exclaimed, his words aimed at the tramp lying on the ground.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 6, 2007 13:12:01 GMT -5
(Akou?)
Velken woke from his trance from the one who fell. He slowly got up on all fours. His head hung for a second as he began to render what was going on. He was just getting a grasp on the situation when the man who fell spoke to him. Velken looked up and pushed his torso up. He raised one leg to put his foot on the ground while the other remained on its knee.
Velken looked the man over and then over his shoulder. There in the distance was a large cavern. In it a strip of rock holding an altar with a hole on all other sides. It was like a penisula but with bottomless pits. Velken lost all knowlegde of the man, but insted he ran past him and for the altar.
The altar itself was made of several gems, rubies, sapphires, diamonds, and of course emeralds. It seemed like a simple way to hold a sword. There on the top, resting quietly, untouched by time, was the sword. Velken hesitated as he approached it. He was about a yard away when a chilling wind came up.
Along the walls of the cavern were thousands of choirs and orchestras. They all were of the best in years past, ones who've died and refuse to stop thier musical talents. They all looked a ghostly green with transparent bodies. Their spirtual eyes looked at Velken with antisapation then turned thier attention to the sword. A warrior was before it. His hair was long, down to his shoulders. It shared the same ghostly appearance as did his bulky armor and flowing cape behind him. He looked at Velken then back at Morph.
"Have you come for my sword?" The warrior asked them both. His eyes watched either, his hand on the sword in its sheeth. The sword though looked real, as if it weren't one of a ghost. He was ready to draw it when ready.
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Post by Morph on Jan 6, 2007 14:03:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Yes. Akou.)
Morph made an expression of annoyance and slight anger be shown on his face when he saw the man did not respond to him, ignored him, and ran past him. Both his expression and mood changed, though, right at the moment when he gazed upon the altar and the sword which lay upon it.
His head and body turned and turned when he realised what was around the two of them, all those ghastly, creepy, semi-transparent greenish beings. His eyes did not seem to know which way to turn, for every way, every direction he looked into, he found himself gazing at more of these things, these ghosts.
Finally, his eyes settled onto one of those beings: the large one that stood in front of the altar, between it and him and Velken. He looked at this being carefully, listening to his words with only one ear, or perhaps not even as much as that. His eyes slowly wandered around the warrior spirit's looks, around his armour, around his gauntlets, around his boots, and around his sword and the hand that loosely held it's hilt.
He gulped a little softly, trying to bring up his voice to speak and let himself be heard to all who would listen to him talking. Finally, he managed to do so, and opened up his mouth.
"Well, I must say that I myself have no intention of stealing it. If you do not wish to hand it to me so that I may be it's next wielder, then I suppose that's too bad. However, I would very much appreciate it if at least one of the two living people here would leave this lovely little cavern, bearing that shiny green blade in his sheath."
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 6, 2007 14:33:19 GMT -5
Velken looked back to Morph, listening to him, this time paying attention. He turned back to the warrior and nodded. "I bare that same promise of not be a theif. I have come for the sword, to use it for justice, if that may be my destiny with it." Velken oathed, putting a fist over his heart.
"Indeed that would be, if you are worthy." The warrior said firmly to Velken then turned to Morph. "The same would be on your shoulders to bare. Take this sword and you may be the one to protect justice, not hinder it." The warrior looked back to the sword. He gazed upon it and then turned back to the two and drew his own sword. It was the one that Velken had sacraficed. "Who is the owner of this sword?" He asked the two.
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