Darkwatck01

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Unwavering, the man stepped forwards to meet the threat charging at him. With his right hand held about chest height aimed right at the charging creature. Energy started to flow across his fingers down to the tips of the bones, arching from finger to finger giving more light to the figures form. With the left hand the figure reached behind its back pulling out what seemed at first to be a Bastard Sword at first, however any Swordsmen worth his armor would have seen something much worse, a sign of the uses strength and Skill with a blade, a Zweihander.

“A beast should remember its place, at its master’s feet.” His voice seemed to grow more of an edge as he spoke. “Now, kneel.”

As the blade was freed of its sheath, it came to rest on his shoulder. The thing that might of caught the eye of any Mage would of been the head stone at the prong of the hilt. A sort of focusing stone one would use to channel magic through.

With his gaze coming down on the knight who charged at him, no words were given, instead letting the little knight feel the difference in size and measure itself up to him. With a simple bow of his head, the vestige closed, a simple sign he was more than willing to meet the Knights challenge with his own might.

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Well my two cents will be as follows.

- My posts will be limited to story line reasons thus when I get time and I find it relevant/my personal posting cool down is done, I will.

-If I feel that something requires more then 2-3 (In some cases it might need everyone) then I will wait for what is to me, a reasonable amount of time to pass.

-Potato.

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Personally I give it a 2-3 post cool down state, this way people are given chances to post or get their thoughts in.

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(Also forgive me if I don't post a lot in the day time or past 11:30 on weekdays/Saturday EDT (-5 GMT)

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You may now begin to cut into my flesh. I accept your Lacerations with humility. (This is for the moment of criticism.)

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From the north, a cold wind blew onto the champions around the flames. Shadows dancing from its dying light, yet on the wind a faint whisper chimed, that of a armor clanking. With it came the muffled sound of breathing, not blocked or hindered by some mask or veil, but rather seemed as if whatever was making the sound was controlling its breath to ensure a more subtle approach. Along this soft breeze came a snap, not of metal but of Ivory, a signal to the hounds for them to stand down.

At the very edge of the light, even where the spirits would dare not tread, two eyes glossed over from the flames giving a more beastial look then man. Amidst this time, a third eye opened, and unlike its horizontal brothers, this one stood higher by comparison, almost as if looking down upon the group. Ire emitted from the shaded creature, and a wrath of foreboding presence loomed around the figure as it stood there watching, waiting.

Slowly, a hand came into view from the void surrounding the creature. A ebony-plated gauntlet covered the arm, and if one looked closely enough, could they tell no ore was found as the make up for the claws, but rather that of natural bone was present. With a small flick of the index finger, a gust of wind came to smother the remaining flames, leaving behind only the soft glow from the moon for light.

Standing tall, amidst the shadows of the twilight world, the master of the hounds silhouette became more defined. In the dim glow the vision of a vestige befitting that of a beast was seen, the once glossed eyes now burned with an angry hue. The arms that bridge the gap between Gauntlets and shoulders exposed a different kind of armor, one made of natural growth. Scales, dark as the might nights sky, stood boldly on the exposed section of the arms. Around the waist a simple cloth ragged and frayed at the end moved slightly covering the upper legs. From what could be seen of the rest of the legs they too seemed to be coated in the ebony plating as well, save for the feet which were exposed show not that of man, nor elf, but a beast.

Stepping forth the the creature parted the vestige, but moved it no more.

“You stand in my hunting grounds, intruders.” His words seemed to carry with it a heavy tone, that of someone world traveled. “Among you I see one of my own, tell me do you come for loyalty?”

As he spoke, one arm rose above his head, emitting a strange purple glow in the shape of a sphere. Any who could feel the presence of the arcane could feel the level of magic being used as the fallen hounds were broken down and drawn into the the void.

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(This is the moment, WHEN THIN GETS ON STEAM AND STOPS CREEPING! Also partly color blind to red so Purple fit better to me...traffic lights are a nightmare when I drive .-.)

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Well I got the green light, going to give it a moment as I go over a few things with Thinslayer, as some revsions have been made and are currently being channeled into the post I make, so hang in their people. Till then please, keep killing the hounds, I am sure that will in no way come back to haunt you.

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He just peaced out, sleeping if you will. Well don't mind me, currently trolling around and reading, watching always watching. Have fun.

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Well lets see here, if time works and salvage is a thing, time to make this event into something you can save Thin.