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Post by Morph on Jan 6, 2007 15:01:14 GMT -5
Morph listened to the words that both Velken as well as the warrior man's spirit had to say. He nodded his head towards the warrior spirit at Velken's words, as if he meant to put more strength and truth into them.
When he saw the warrior spirit draw the blade, his interest piqued even more than it had done already. It was a nice sword, both the blade as well as the hilt, but it seemed... used. And quite a lot at that. He imagined that quite a lot of scumbags had fallen before the sword's wrath, and that of it's wielder, but that all the slaying had made it a bit dull.
"I..." He spoke after the warrior spirit had done, but not as an answer, as he continued: "I was not the one who once wielded that weapon." He turned to his living companion. "Maybe you were?"
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 6, 2007 15:13:34 GMT -5
Velken nodded. He had thought why the warrior asked. Velken looked to all the musicians who seemed angious to do thier magic. He turned to the warrior with his blade. Velken sighed, he had a feeling he had an unfair advantage for taking the Emerald sword. Not many knew the rhyme of Emerald. The Emerald sword was his for sure. Though to know he took it unfairly was not an easy trade off.
"You were the one who placed the keys in the gate then?" The warrior asked, interupting Velken's thoughts. Velken looked up, feeling caught. Though he was able to grasp the question. Velken thought still, hesitating to answer.
"Y-yes." Velken finally said after the pause. Velken looked again at the crowd of musicians, they seemed ready to do something, play if anything. Velken turned back to the living man, he wasn't sure of his past, nor was he of his heart. He sounded honest enough and as worthy of the sword as Velken was. Velken just had one ace in the hole, knowlegde.
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Post by Morph on Jan 7, 2007 4:38:08 GMT -5
Warily, Morph's eyes wandered around the spacey cavern, over the ghastly otherwordly spirits. He had not had much encounters with such beings before this day, but he did have quite some experience with beings of great power, and beings of great evil. He hoped the warrior spirit was of neither of these groups.
His eyes fixated themselves upon one point at that moment. The sword. That green, sparkling blade. The Emerald Sword, as it was apparently called, certainly it was not a coincidence that both emeralds as well as the sword were green (quite frankly, emeralds are still green, though I am not so sure of the sword).
The blade seemed pretty sharp, as if it had been unaffected by all the time it had laid in these parts, in this dark cavern, mysteriously hidden behind a gate that could only be opened with several keys. Morph then knew, that he would really much like to wield this blade. Oh, how much he would love to slice a certain former Balance of Evil into pieces with it! But alas, he had to take into account that he might not be destined to wield it. That instead the only other living being in the cavern, aside from perhaps bugs, micro-organisms, or the little mouse that just ran away into a hole behind the altar, indeed, the man that had just nodded in response to his question, the man who appeared to be at least twice his age, though that may be because of the harsh journey he had recently gone through just to reach this far away place, could be destined by the fates to be the next wielder of the shiny, sparkling green blade that lay upon the altar.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 7, 2007 12:09:26 GMT -5
(The sword is green Morph, no worries.)
The ghost warrior nodded to the musicians. Their eyes lit up as the entire crowd of ghosts began an abnormally fast pasted hymn. The cavern shook the beat of the large drums and the violens played faster than lightning. The skills were beyond the living, proving the centuries of practice. The choir, began an ominous high pitched moan with some dips of lower notes. The flutes then began up with thier bird like tune. The warrior looked to Velken.
"You may begin." He said bowing his head to Velken. Velken gulped at the music continued, he was so nervous that he nearly forgot the melody and words. He was aware of what to do. The warrior looked oddly to Velken and his hesitation, was he not worthy? He was about to raise his hand to call the musicans to halt though then Velken's mouth opened. Velken looked sternly at the hand. He's come too far to fail now.
"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 the beloved sun light the dragon’s eyes On the way to the glory I honor 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 sang though then the warrior intervened.
"Only a warrior with a clear heart could have the honour to be kissed by the sun" Sang the warrior in return. The music did not halt, apparently it was part of the song. Velken nearly glared at him for questioning.
"Yes, I'm that warrior I followed my way led by the force of cosmic soul I can reach the sword On the way the glory I'll honour 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 finished as did the music. The warrior nodded and looked at Velken's hooded head.
"Show me your face." The warrior commanded. Velken let his hood fall to show the aged man he is. "Your name?" The warrior asked sternly.
"Velken Lionheart." Velken responded, showing no fear, and authority. "Am I worthy or am I not?" Velken asked just as stern.
"Does he know the song?" The warrior asked Morph, approaching him. He basicly ignored Velken, as to not loosen the hope of the other who came for the sword. The warrior came in front of Morph, he was younger, one who could break easily. The warrior lowered his face down to Morph. "Do you know my song?" He asked attempting to intiminate Morph.
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Post by Morph on Jan 7, 2007 14:19:21 GMT -5
(OOC: XD I was actually making a joking reference to us using the past tense, which would mean that all this has happened before. In our age emeralds are green, but it is not known if there actually is an "Emerald Sword". XD)
Morph listened intently at Velken's singing. When the music ended, as well as the warrior's singing of the song, and he was approached by the tall, older warrior spirit, who asked him his question, he pulled back his shoulders and looked into the warrior spirit's eyes.
"Indeed I do." He answered the question. "But it seems to me it does not matter much anymore, now my fellow quester has gotten to it before me."
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 7, 2007 16:05:36 GMT -5
The warrior smiled and nodded. "Honest, as I had hoped. I sence a battle you have or will be in. You are a veteran of many battles? You see young to experience the cailber of battles I feel you've gotten to meet." He turned to Velken. "You I sence haven't seen as great. Epic as they were I know you haven't experienced as much as the younger." The warrior then came to a conclution on something. He went to the sword and took it off the altar. He turned to them both, the sword in his hand that did not hold Velken's former. "I am Ancelot, a spirit of wars. I am also what that cross symbolizes." He pointed to the back of the altar, nothing was there.
Velken approached the altar, confused. He didn't see a cross, only air. He turned back to Ancelot. "What cross?" He asked. Ancelot smiled he turned to the wall and readied both swords. He swung them in a cross fasion. The musicans in that section dissapeared as the cross was made. Under all the gravel layed an enormus cross. On it was a skeleton, Ancelot's body. It was surrounded in an orange aura. In the aura were scences of wars and battles and raids.
"The ancient Cross of War, named Ancelot, after myself." Ancelot said proudly. "Though do not waver and think harshly of me. I may have been a representation of war, but that does not mean my representation wasn't good. I hope that in war justice prevails, in order to wrong those who fight against it. I fought for the kings of pass and hope that more warriors would. Though to my dismay evil and injustice is spreding rapidly. I can only hope with the help of those of light, as few as there may be, can bring the light to full." He flipped the Emerald Sword and gestured to Velken.
Velken hesitated, lost in Ancelot's words. He approached slowly, but steadily. He finally arrived enough to take the hilt and hold it himself. The hilt had a perfect grip, as if made for Velken, though it was not his to have first. He looked to Ancelot. "I assure you, we both, and more will bring that light back." Velken promised and turned to Morph and nodded. He sheethed the sword without another thought.
"I have faith you will, both of you. Though....Morphman my young friend," Ancelot said to Morph, oviously knowing his name. "I know I'm right boy...I remember a scene with you...yes....against....the glitch, Kuro. Because I'm sure you will meet him again and fight valiently against him once more, I will not have you leave unrewarded for your efforts before." Ancelot reached in his ghostly armor and ripped off a cross smiliar to the one his skeleton was on, even having a little emerald skeleton on it. He held it on the string that was decorated with sapphires and rudies. "Hold this up to the sky and call for me if you feel I am needed. Though this is not merely a whistle for me. This will raise your spirits in battle. (Attack)" He tossed it to Morph, intending him to catch it. As it soared in the sky, it became solid. "You both have my blessings in your journeys ahead." Ancelot said before dissapearing as did the musicans. The cavern then began to crumble and cave. The altar's ground fell into the bottomless pit.
Velken began to run back to the entrance as rocks fell. "We must get out of here!" Velken yelled as he pasted Morph man and headed for the entrance.
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Post by Morph on Jan 8, 2007 9:35:18 GMT -5
Morph looked at the Cross of War with both disgust of the bloodiness shown in it, and the faces of evil and death, but also with interest and slight joy to have gained knowledge of such things as he had come to be shown in the last couple of minutes.
Though Morph was a little disappointed he did not recieve the gleaming green weapon, or anything that seemed like it, it only bothered him slightly, and it changed quite a bit indeed when he was offered the pendant, oh yes. The small emerald skeleton was a bit to his distaste, but he decided he should accept it, as he should any gift offered by one with friendly and just intentions, both of mind and heart.
"Many thanks to you. I guess." Morph said in reply to (L)Ancelot, still a bit unsure about taking the pendant, and even more unsure about it because Ancelot had spoken of his encounter with Kuro, and the possibility of it happening again, which made him experience a feeling of uneasiness and slight hatefulness.
The rumbling which followed soon after woke him from his mental wanderings, and alerted him that he needed to get away. Velken crying out loudly We must get out of here! was quite unnessacery for him to turn on his feet and make a run for it, it being the gate through which both of the living people had entered the cavern of the warrior spirit and his ghostly orchestra, as well as that one peculiar Cross of War.
With a bit of effort, which was very small, to be frank, as his instincts kicked in, his feet got into a quick pace, before, after having run several yards, his logical thinking kicking in, and his armour flashed a bright green, nearly the very same colour as the skeleton embedded into the cross of his newly acquired pendant was, with him bursting off into a flight for the gate. In the meantime, his quick thinking decided for him, he might as well just pick up Velken, who stumbled in his stupendously human way of running for the gate himself. Not too long after, right before the final rock of the cieling of the cavern hit the hard, harshly cold floor that was covered in snow outside of that cavern, Morph, whilst carrying Velken, burst out of the crumbling, rumbling cavern, into the great coldness of the outside world.
Quickly he let go of Velken, and exchanged his armour colour for it's emeraldish green for a more comfortable blazing red, because with that colour came the nice, fuzzy feeling of being next to a fireplace inside a well isolated-from-cold house. Just after he had done this, gravity kicked in, grabbing onto his body, and he fell to the ground, face-first into the snow, his mouth still half open to scream from moments ago when he had to run for his life to escape the cavern.
(OOC: If you wish, I'll change the last part of my post. I took slight control of Velken there, which you may or may not like. >.>)
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 12, 2007 13:39:02 GMT -5
Velken watched as the cavern caved in, never to be reopened. The rocks blocking the entrance and refilling the so called bottomless pits. The orchestra and Ancelot to never be seen again by mortal eyes. Velken gripped the hilt of his new sword tightly, it was done. Velken had gotten his sword and was willing to do what was needed with it. Though what did he need to do? That was the question now, then again it may come to him.
Velken then drew the legendary sword from its new sheeth. He held the blade in front of his face and let his eyes scan it from blade to hilt. Still in the perfect condition from when he first laid eyes on it. This pleased him, such a wonderful sword. Now the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Fearing for the blade's perfection, Velken sheethed the sword to protect it from the cold air.
After that was secure, Velken turned to Morphman, the man who saved him and wanted the sword as well. "Thank you." He said quickly, with a nod. That was the least he could do for Morph after he saved him from certain death.
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Post by Morph on Jan 12, 2007 13:54:34 GMT -5
"Don't mention it." He replied to Velken, as he looked at the rocks that had filled up the collapsed cave with wide open eyes, filled with fright.
Slowly he got up, staring at the rocks with a fearful gaze, having just stared death in the eyes for the who-knows-how-manieth time. He had just, once again, escaped it's harsh cold grasp.
His mind wandered, more or less, towards the altar that was now buried within these very collapsed caves, somewhere within a deep pit, covered by rocks and gravel, hard to reach, and maybe forever out of reach of the many, mighty hands of men.
He turned around and walked a little forward, the cold flakes of the snow that fell from the skies sticking to his face. He looked around, at the harsh coldness of the winter that ruled in these parts of the world. What was to come after this? He did not know, but he might soon find out.
He shook his head a little. "Seriously, don't mention it." He uttered again.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 12, 2007 14:32:37 GMT -5
Velken watched Morph for a moment then realized the cold was back. Velken took in a sharp breath, again he was in the damned cold. First in the Ice Temple, now here. Could he not escape it? He firgured he should head to a place with a more humid climate, like to go to the Earth Temple, or somewhere around there atleast.
Velken's teeth chattered slightly as he tried to keep the cold out. He secured his hood and pulled his cloak tighter around his aged body. Even if he were energetic for his elder age, he was still fragile to colder conditions. He kept himself bundled up, keeping out as much cold as possible and tried to think of something warm, like the sun or a bowel of soup, that sounded good.
Velken turned to the direction of civilization, he thought about heading out now, but maybe he should rest for a while, try to make a camp somewhere. Velken walked back to the mountains and hugged the wall. He should find another cave along the wall. He began to walk against the mountain, keeping away from as much snow as he could. In his rush he forgot about Morphman.
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Post by Morph on Jan 13, 2007 5:54:48 GMT -5
Morph watched Velken as he left, struggling through the snow, yet making his way through. When the man had disappeared from sight, which was rather limited due to the apparent upcomign snowstorm, he turned and walked back to the rocks where once a cave had been. With a frown on his face, his armour flashed yellow, his body became more bulky, and his hands changed into large, sturdy digging claws, which he immediately put into employment by starting to dig into the remains of the cave.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 13, 2007 9:56:24 GMT -5
Velken had found a cave not too far off. The chances of the two seeing eacthother again were not slim. Velken hadn't even traveled a mile when he found a welcoming cave. Desperate, Velken wandered in, away from the cold as much as he could. To his luck the cave continued further and further from the griping cold.
Soon the lengthy cave gave Velken a camp like area. There were bones and wood, dry wood. There seemed enough for a day, hopefully long enough to last until after the snowstorm. Gathering his wilderness intelligence he prepared a fire as best he could. Bones and rocks circled the wood as it was placed in an orginized fasion. Velken then drew his sword and took a rock, he began scraping the fine sword against the rock, leting sparks fly. Soon enough a fire roared upon the wood and Velken was comfrotable enough.
Remembering the extra fish he brought Velken pulled it out and prepared two wooden stakes and held them up by more rock and bone. He scraped off the scales and stuck the sword through the fish and placed it ontop of the fire. Also adding some spices to make the food more tastey and to give him more stamana for the days ahead.
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Post by Morph on Jan 13, 2007 13:02:43 GMT -5
Morph's thick digging claws easily got rid of the rocks blocking his way. Within a few minutes, he had dug away at least 10 feet of rock, enabling him a short break, because he could now sit safely out of the harsh wind.
Switching his element from earth to fire, he sat down to take a break and warm up, before he would continue.
"I will uncover that altar." Morph softly uttered to himself. "It must be worth a fortune. And nobody but me, that Velken guy, and those spirits know it's here. It must be uncovered. Such riches should not go lost by time, never discovered, except when it is too late. I have to find it, so that it will not go to waste."
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Jan 14, 2007 16:09:05 GMT -5
Velken heard some rock movements earlier. He had pressed his ear against the cavern walls to hear digging, but nothing more. Oh well, it must not be big. He leaned against the wall and yawned, who knew what time it was....late? Maybe. He looked at his fish, it was nearly done, thankfully. Velken gathered himself together as he got the fish off the fire.
Velken grabbed the hilt of his sword and brought the delectable fish to his lips. He opened wide and took a nice bite out of the fish. He chewed on it contently, it was good. He swollowed, took a deep breath and repeated. Once he finished he cleaned off the still fine blade and returned it to its sheeth. Once that was done he placed the sheethed sword against the wall and laid down next to the fire.
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Post by Morph on Jan 16, 2007 2:17:42 GMT -5
When Morph had decided to finish his break and get back to digging, he put more strength into the job, and many rocks were sent flying, a lot of them bursting out of the cave. Morph didn't pay any attention to it, his mind being focused on the valuable treasure he wished to uncover, but any other being in the neighbourhood might feel the slight earthquake he apparently was causing, and might hear the low rumbling noise of the falling rocks hitting the ground and one another.
His claws dug deeper and faster into the layers of rock and stone and gravel, flinging them into the air behind him, into the harsh winter air of the outside, outside of the cave, that is. With ease, inch by inch and rock by rock he got further into the cave. When he paused just a single moment to stop and take a look around, he saw that his work had nearly blocked the cave's entrance again.
"Heh." He smiled a little, slightly embarrassed, though not clearly was it known what it caused it. After all, nobody was nearby to see.
Quickly he went back to the task at hand, or rather, claw. He had gotten over halfway into the cave already, and he wouldn't give up now, not at this point, now he had gotten so far. He would uncover the treasure, the altar, and make sure it wouldn't be lost in the intricate web of time.
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