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Post by Ashen Windsong on Apr 29, 2015 20:40:26 GMT -6
Ashen continued to leap through the tree branches, as fast as her muscles would allow.
After a falling out with her 'Mother' Synaria, the dark lady made it a point to make anyone who bore the silver dragon agony. Ashen wouldnt stand for this, and every day she hunted in pan'do. slaying any undead she found that worked for hours, sun rise to sun set and even when the moon was highest, she killed hundreds of them.
blood, thick and clotted cling on her coat as she continued to move fast. A large abomination, a constructed of ten or more body's with three disfigured heads stood in a clearing as it looked towards the bush ahead of it.
Narrowing her eyes, Ashen unsheathed her blade quickly and leaped from her run along the branch into a full out aerial assault. ramming her sword deep in its back it thrashed around, roaring in pain as it reached behind itself with one of its five arms. Ashen scrambled to gain her footing, only to have a leg grabbed, and her body hurled like a rag doll towards a tree.
Colliding with the tree hard, it rattled with the impact as Ashen fell to the ground. as the construct walked to her, she slowly pushed herself off the ground, spitting out the blood brought to her mouth as her gaze glared at the abomination. growling through her teeth, she rushed to her feet and rush the monster again. its fist colliding with the ground as she lunged in the air, landing on its arm only to sever it from its body with a swift strike of her blade.
Jumping out of the way before it could strike her, the Assassin pushed off the severed limb, only to plunge her sword into its chest, using her momentum she swing; hilt in hand and rammed her sister sword into the beasts head through his jaw. it froze, only to fall to its knees. Using her legs she pushed off the thing pulling her blades free in the process and landing on both feet, blades perfectly aligned with her arms as she watched the creature fall.
Ashen let out sigh, and continued to heavily breath. the sweat dripping from her brow. Without the added bonus of the Demon Cinder, Ashen found it difficult to do what her mother had taught her so long ago. sheathing her blade, she wiped away the blood that had splashed from her mouth onto her lip and cheek. slowly she looked up to the moon, knowing what she needed to do next as she slowly walked to the body of the abomination. taking a flint and steel, she set the creature ablaze making sure nothing but its flesh would burn.
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Post by ryogamkara on Apr 29, 2015 23:58:01 GMT -6
From within the darkness Ryo saw Ashen, his smile wide with evil, since his last fight he thought he'd owe to see what she was up to. Clearly simple hunt, and nothing more. Yet something bothered her or so it seemed, swiftly he jumped up to a branch and watched her from above, soft purple glew from his eyes as Nexus had hold of Ryo watching Ashen like it's prey. Debate of attacking was too tempting yet what else could he do? Watch and wait it was.
She moved quick while Ryo trailed behind in silence, a fun game he thought for a little until he grew bored and wanting to destroy. Normal in his nature of course. He stopped to halt before he even knew what was happening.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 30, 2015 10:54:01 GMT -6
Hiding up in the branches, the storied monk watched the scene unfold before him. Ashen, who seems to grow darker every time Thistle checked in on his home plane, efficiently dispatching undead. The unknown demon, watching Ashen with a murderous gleam in his eyes. swarms of undead carpeting the forest. Dire straits indeed. Just what he needed. Grinning, Thistle took a long drink from his hip flask, feeling the power course through his veins. The heat from the fire beating down on his open skin, he jumped down behind the demon, placing his glaive gently on it's back.
"Don't move, demon scum." He declared, skeletal wings flapping out behind him, eyes glowing green.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Apr 30, 2015 11:17:15 GMT -6
Turning her head quickly, Ashen came to the realization she her fatigue had gotten the best of her. A demon, stocked her as if she where the pray, ironic.
As the wind blew her hood down, letting her rebellious Lavender mane sway slightly in the wind as she looked at the figure behind the crouching Demon.
'Another demon?' she questioned catching both of there scents as she narrowed her eyes focusing on the man holding the glaive. "thank you friend, it seems this one has been following me for a while. i was hoping it would gain some intelligences and leave after watching displays of how i deal with its kind; seems i was mistaken."
taking a short moment, Ashens eyes widened as she removed her blood stained leather mask from her face; she recognized the man. a smirk crept on her face as she looked up at the green eyes figure with her bright jade tinted eyes. "Thistle? Gods above, it been foreve-" She paused.
Thistles scent smelt the same as Cinders, D's, And the demon before him...was he a demon also?
"What in the hells happened to you monk? why is it you smell of the demon plane?" Ashen keeping a close eye on the Demon somewhat pinned by Thistles weapon.
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Post by ryogamkara on Apr 30, 2015 11:44:15 GMT -6
The man behind Ryo, Thistle, had been watching from behind and from the looks of it Ashen knew too well he was following her. Ryo lowered his hood letting his horns glow the Silver it did in the night, his eyes smoking purple and lips sewed demonstrated that Nexus was now in control by Ryo's own will. The screeching Voice of Nexus echoed in both Wildgardian's head:
"Well haven't you caught me right handed drunken Monk, spying on the one and only Ashen Windsong of the Silver Scale hehe..."
Ryo smiled at Ashen emitting an overwhelming aura of fear upon their area, he knew he was going to have to fight his way out. A fight to test his new found abilities and to cause a lil chaos for the pure purpose of fun. He stood up upon the branches looking at the burning undead He started to laugh hysterically at the new found idea of burning the dead body of Ashen and Thistle and even serve it up to his dearest mistress Discord. He jumped to a nearby tree chuckling:
"Well well well, what have we here? Ashen Windsong huh? Ooooh I'm very scared haha so you're the bitch the Scale's talking about hahaha you're joking you must be this can't be the right gal! She's broken she's ugly I can't tell Which one's worst! I might just fail my task now if I fall down laughing first! Hahahaha!"
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Post by Thistle on Apr 30, 2015 12:37:58 GMT -6
"Oh my god, shut up. Nobody cares." Thistle spat, glaring at the demon. Spinning around, he decapitated 3 beasts in quick succession before returning his gaze to the kintu.
"Long story. How've you been keeping? Behind you!" He answered, blasting ice at a creature looming up over Ashen's shoulder.
"And you!" He shouted at the fleeing demon. "Are you deaf as well as annoying? I told you not to move!"
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Apr 30, 2015 15:22:31 GMT -6
Ashen looked at the purple hued Demon, with a look of concern. she wasnt bothered, by the insult. she was actually more concerned about the demon himself. Unsheathing her blade quickly, Ashen stabbed an undead minion in the head. turning her gaze back to the monk for only a moment. "Ya, Demons on this side have gotten...interesting."
the corner of her eye, she turned and using the momentum of her body, kicking an undead that have nearly bite her. crouching from her kick she grabbed two throwing knives and turning on last time in the same swift motion, she throw the knifes at the Demon who seemed to be a little... different.
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Post by ryogamkara on Apr 30, 2015 16:07:54 GMT -6
Bust in his own thoughts Ryo twirled blocking the throwies with his daggers his smile then became murderous and evil he leaped over Ashen landing on one hand upon an undead's head, swiftly he went round again in a fury of black and purple from within the blur of his spinning came throwing weapon all landing pun point upon oncoming undead minions. As fast as he started he landed on both feet and hurled an undead towards Thistle laughing madly:
"Foolish drunkard, I only obey Discord and D not a monk that drunken himself to be strong. The true power comes from your soul hahaha."
Ryo's aura fumed purple as he smiled clutching his daggers his eyes bloodlust filled
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Post by Thistle on May 1, 2015 11:03:07 GMT -6
Neatly sidestepping the corpse, Thistle sighed deeply. "If by interesting you mean weak, then yeah. Yeah, I can tell." Casually pointing at a large oak tree, he lowered his weapons and started walking leisurely forwards. The tree sprang to life, grasping branches twisting their way towards his opponent. "D and Discord? What a coincidence. Surely you've heard of little ol' me, then." Smile widening, he slowed to a halt. "Marshal Thistle Wulfsbane, advisor to Destael, elite special operations leader, scourge of the demon realm?" With a nod, he sent the tree limps shooting towards the pesk at incredible speed. He yawned, stretching his arms." Oh, and I'm not drunk, asshole." He replied, looking pleased with himself.
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Post by Wulfric Greyfang on May 1, 2015 20:40:58 GMT -6
Charging through the ranks of the undead all the while cleaving a path. Flashbacks of his home under seige by undead made his swings stronger as the rage grew following his nose to the familiar scents. Remembering the axe he had picked up at the armory had a rune he placed on it matching the one his father wielded. He tried calling on it's strength and the strength of his father, the rune started to glow blue changing ever so slightly to light blue as a tempist storm raged around him killing the undead in a small area. He looked around at the carnage the rune has made, sparing no more time, he set off running through the moon-lit woods to a clearing. He had heard voices, thinking it was the necromancers behind this, he charged, yelling at the top of his longs "FOR THE SCALE!" Once more calling on the rune and his fathers strength, a tempest storm formed around him, he ran at the figures, throwing his axe at the living tree that emanated the smell of a demon. Like lighting, the axe struck the tree, setting it ablaze and electrically charged, with a loud thunderish sound it gave off on impact, lighting the area white for a moment. He could see who the figures are, the flame casting shadows and acting almost like a beacon for either friend or foe.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 2, 2015 20:39:49 GMT -6
Ashens gaze darted to a man that let out a battle cry. the loud thunder like sound causing her to jump slightly. Fool! noise attachs undead! as the tree was set ablaze, Ashens flinched to the sudden change of light. She turned with her blades at the ready to strike an undead creature in the skull, turning toward the direction of the axe she saw, someone she didnt expect to see.
It was Wulfric.
What was this fool doing here? getting himself killed?! did he hear of Ashens plans for the night? She did warn the scale of the Undead in pan'do forest, and how the scale needed to be safe. however she also instructed them to avoid going out, espeically at night!
Hissing she looked towards her scale mate, withing a second she throw both her blade toward him. turning and spinning in the air only to narrowly miss Wulfric and impale two abominations within there heads. after her throw her eyes shifted to the Purple arua'ed demon, and Thistle. If she still had cinder, she would join thistle, but it seems there may be a way out of this without conflict.
It seems Thistle was 'in command" of the demon.
Jumping in the air only to grab a branch, and crawl up the tree as if it where nothing, as turned and looked at the undead as they looked to the tree that is ablaze, and to the demons and her scale mate. this was getting to be to messy for her likeing, but she couldnt just leave not with wulfric near by.
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Post by ryogamkara on May 2, 2015 21:27:15 GMT -6
Thistle Wolfsbane out of all the people he had to run into him Ryo and Nexus had heard of him and didn't want in any way shape or form deal with in a battle. His eyes went that second back to the fuchsia Pink they now were, his tone was now calm and composed:
"Master Wolfsbane...my apologies for my..our rudeness we didn't know it was you. We were well aware that Mistress D was back upon this plain."
At that instant he heard the roars and shouting of a man the smell of wet dog upon the wind. Wulfric and from the looks of it recklessly acting against undeads. Sigh how can this get any stupider than it already is? He didn't even want to know. He saw a swarm of undead coming their way:
"So we might have started on the wrong foot guys but who's up for a game of Bash the Undead's skull in? Team battle? I call dibs on teaming up with Master Thistle? No? Wow you guys are boring."
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Post by Thistle on May 2, 2015 21:52:33 GMT -6
Thistle sighed as his tree caught on fire. He waved his hand again, water spurting out of the ground to extinguish the flames. He glared at the pathetic excuse of a demon in front of him. "Too bad, peasant. You've been causing trouble in my realm, and I can't have that. I would recommend leaving now, and never bothering my friends again." Looking over his shoulder, he spotted Wulfric running at him. "Headstrong as always, werewolf. Calm yourself." He waved again, causing the ground to erupt around the angry shifter. Walls of earth formed, making a cage. "Purple really doesn't suit you, you know" Thistle continued, returning his attention to the pesky child of a demon in front of him. "It's quite hideous, actually." He pulled out his polearm, tensing his legs. "I'll say it once more, scum. Get out, or die. Your choice."
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Post by Wulfric Greyfang on May 3, 2015 0:01:33 GMT -6
Looking around at the new found cage thinking for a moment on the vocies "Jarl Ashen?... what in the nine hells are you doing here? and Thisle let me out of this cage before I break another toy of yours" he shout from behind the walls readying his battle axe "I have been fighting the undead since I was a wee lad the damn things plague my land each winter..... Jarl Ashen I know you orderd the scale to stay indoor but I will not hide behind walls of stone while others fight our battles for us that is not who I am, I have bleed many times in the defences of wildgard I join the Scale so I can keep doing so knowing I am not alone in this fight!!" he still shouting "I know loud sounds draw them to the one making the noise I know what I am doing just...Please let me back into the fight"
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 3, 2015 0:13:40 GMT -6
Growling under her breath, she watch as the undead turned to wulfric, him stuck within an earth cage. "idiot" She hissed, he was going to get himself killed. looking at Thistle, then to wulfric ashen decided thistle was more then able to defend himself for a moment, seeing how he could bend the elements, turning her full attention to the werewolf.
Leaping from the tree Ashen took the last of her throwing knives and while turning in mid-air. killing 3 more undead that was closing in on wulfric. landing square on the cage, Ashen began to claw and rip at the earth. "He is a sitting duck in here Thistle, He is on the ground! dont condemn a Scale mate! Please!" Ashen shouted. it was the frist time scene ashens return she voiced her worry or concern for another in the scale. she truely never stopped caring, just time in rosyenwood made her cold.
she continued to try and break him free, knowing the branches above them where strong enough to support both the werewolf and herself.
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