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Humbly I respect what your thinking with your funny Memeing, but the sad truth is [DATA REDACTED].
Humbly I respect what your thinking with your funny Memeing, but the sad truth is [DATA REDACTED].
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Well its starting to wind down for the night ingame so, ya. Woot sleeps time for ya'll.
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With a taste of disappointment fresh on his palate from the flock of questions battered at him the Warlock looked down at the disembodied Spirit Walker. She was rather rude for a guest, not stating her name and instead just asking questions, not wrong of her of course but still it was a tick that bit a him a little. Taking a deep breath he drew one hand before him, holding what looked like the same mass as before when they fought. At its core dark and drawing in light, trying to hold on as if barely clinging to life, around it on the visible edges it got lighter till it became transparent.
“This is what I can control.”
With that said he crushed the object in his hands, a small scream could be barely heard as the object was broken into dust. Flowing into his maw like a snack followed by a new object being formed in his hand. At first glance it looked like a soul, acted and resonated just like a normal soul of a living creature, but it was missing something. Letting the orb fly from his hand it launched up only to come crashing back down into one of the empty husks below causing it to animate. Rising from its knee the creature took shape, becoming like it’s summoner in form but instead of more male, it became female.
The creature roared like it’s master holding the blade it held aloft to where the Warlock and Spirit Walker stood. Lowering its arm with the noise it made it remained vigilant as if awaiting orders.
“I can make them, order them, and they are loyal to a fault. The Gender I can not control, but this is what I can control without breaking the mind apart. I hope this answer’s your questions.”
With that he waved his hand in front of the creature, as soon as he did the creature disappeared from vision only to reappear behind the Warlock, a head shorter but still taller then most mortal creatures. Turning around the Beast started inspecting it, opening its mouth showing it was in fact its head not just some fancy armor, holding up its arm ensuring full range of motion. For everything that it was, the creature was in fact alive and in fit health.
“I offer you what I have, to aid me and in turn I will aid you in the only way befitting, as a teacher.”
Turning around heading back inside, the creature following behind him inline. Everything around them still just as dim but holding the glow of the sphere he had made earlier to summon the Spirit Walker. Taking a set in the damaged Throne, the creature taking a knee, the Warlock looked at her with with his hands folded before his maw.
“As I said, the offer is before you. Either under my teaching or of your own, a free body or the armor of their back before animation. The Orc’s who were before the entire race fell were versed in all subjects of study, even the darkest of subjects held little limits to them. Now make a choice, or take one of them and think about it. I will have the body moved to your damaged frame.”
With a taste of disappointment fresh on his palate from the flock of questions battered at him the Warlock looked down at the disembodied Spirit Walker. She was rather rude for a guest, not stating her name and instead just asking questions, not wrong of her of course but still it was a tick that bit a him a little. Taking a deep breath he drew one hand before him, holding what looked like the same mass as before when they fought. At its core dark and drawing in light, trying to hold on as if barely clinging to life, around it on the visible edges it got lighter till it became transparent.
“This is what I can control.”
With that said he crushed the object in his hands, a small scream could be barely heard as the object was broken into dust. Flowing into his maw like a snack followed by a new object being formed in his hand. At first glance it looked like a soul, acted and resonated just like a normal soul of a living creature, but it was missing something. Letting the orb fly from his hand it launched up only to come crashing back down into one of the empty husks below causing it to animate. Rising from its knee the creature took shape, becoming like it’s summoner in form but instead of more male, it became female.
The creature roared like it’s master holding the blade it held aloft to where the Warlock and Spirit Walker stood. Lowering its arm with the noise it made it remained vigilant as if awaiting orders.
“I can make them, order them, and they are loyal to a fault. The Gender I can not control, but this is what I can control without breaking the mind apart. I hope this answer’s your questions.”
With that he waved his hand in front of the creature, as soon as he did the creature disappeared from vision only to reappear behind the Warlock, a head shorter but still taller then most mortal creatures. Turning around the Beast started inspecting it, opening its mouth showing it was in fact its head not just some fancy armor, holding up its arm ensuring full range of motion. For everything that it was, the creature was in fact alive and in fit health.
“I offer you what I have, to aid me and in turn I will aid you in the only way befitting, as a teacher.”
Turning around heading back inside, the creature following behind him inline. Everything around them still just as dim but holding the glow of the sphere he had made earlier to summon the Spirit Walker. Taking a set in the damaged Throne, the creature taking a knee, the Warlock looked at her with with his hands folded before his maw.
“As I said, the offer is before you. Either under my teaching or of your own, a free body or the armor of their back before animation. The Orc’s who were before the entire race fell were versed in all subjects of study, even the darkest of subjects held little limits to them. Now make a choice, or take one of them and think about it. I will have the body moved to your damaged frame.”
@Rekaigan
Standing from his lonesome chair the Beast walked forwards, arms behind its back, as it looked at the soul before him. Nothing really that special by his standards but still something interesting that to his eye caught his attention. All around the Spirit Walker could feel the presence of his soul the feeling much stronger and heavy set than before in the forest. This was his domain after all, no need to hide any ounce of himself not here in his own home. Still it didn’t stop him from holding back, which at this point the Spirit Walker could sense.
“You're a Guest,” He said as he got closer to her face looking down at her slightly, “act like it.”
With that said he turned his back to the Elf and started saying something under his breath. As he was speaking the room around them shifted, becoming darker, colder, the feeling of life slowly waning from the room. It was like the world was shifting, which wasn’t far from the truth, rather they were shifting from one plane to another. Within the span of time it took for the Warlock to cast his spell to completion the world had changed, no longer were they in the semi-warm halls of a castle instead they were now in the empty throne room of a long abandoned king. Furnishings were in tatters, pictures old and faded, armor that once stood as testaments to knights fallen had themselves rusted with the passing of time.
“Welcome to my home. I am it’s heir, but if you must have a name. Its Nikitís, at least that's all you need to know. And I have an offer for you, one you might very much like.”
Turning to the door out of the main hall of the ghastly place the man pushed open the entrance to show a castle and land completely overtaken by twilight. The sky was eternal night, with lighting cracking with no pattern. The land itself was all but barren and hollow, as if starved of life. Yet all around little lights moved back and forth, some just standing still while others kept moving forwards, as if trying to leave this place. It was all for not as no matter how hard they tried, no one could leave the lands of the dead, not until the Reaper came for them.
“This is the Void of the Damned, or just the void as you would call it. Here is where most Spirit Walkers would pay anything to come, to learn its secrets. Come and look.”
He waved to the main court yard below them. Down below humanoid looking creatures, dressed like him, both male and Female stood on a knee with heads down. The were frozen in time, as this place was removed from it. They didn’t age, need food nor drink here like anything else as time never moved, only those who had a soul or a soul itself could move freely of the Void. Looking around the castle the Spirit Walker could see the body of a Guardian, sleeping around the backside of the castle like a Mountain.
“I will make you this offer. Access to my records of your kind and magic, to be your teacher. I ask but one thing in return.” The man turned to look at her with his head, hands behind his back. “You must bring me the essence of the soul, Humanity as one would call it. And in return I give you access to archives and one body from below to call your own to do as you please. Take the Armor and leave the rest, inhabit the body I care not. They are just Soldiers to me.”
With that said he remained quiet, there was more clearly that needed to be said and done but the Beast said all he was going to for now. It was the Spirit Walkers choice now.
Standing from his lonesome chair the Beast walked forwards, arms behind its back, as it looked at the soul before him. Nothing really that special by his standards but still something interesting that to his eye caught his attention. All around the Spirit Walker could feel the presence of his soul the feeling much stronger and heavy set than before in the forest. This was his domain after all, no need to hide any ounce of himself not here in his own home. Still it didn’t stop him from holding back, which at this point the Spirit Walker could sense.
“You're a Guest,” He said as he got closer to her face looking down at her slightly, “act like it.”
With that said he turned his back to the Elf and started saying something under his breath. As he was speaking the room around them shifted, becoming darker, colder, the feeling of life slowly waning from the room. It was like the world was shifting, which wasn’t far from the truth, rather they were shifting from one plane to another. Within the span of time it took for the Warlock to cast his spell to completion the world had changed, no longer were they in the semi-warm halls of a castle instead they were now in the empty throne room of a long abandoned king. Furnishings were in tatters, pictures old and faded, armor that once stood as testaments to knights fallen had themselves rusted with the passing of time.
“Welcome to my home. I am it’s heir, but if you must have a name. Its Nikitís, at least that's all you need to know. And I have an offer for you, one you might very much like.”
Turning to the door out of the main hall of the ghastly place the man pushed open the entrance to show a castle and land completely overtaken by twilight. The sky was eternal night, with lighting cracking with no pattern. The land itself was all but barren and hollow, as if starved of life. Yet all around little lights moved back and forth, some just standing still while others kept moving forwards, as if trying to leave this place. It was all for not as no matter how hard they tried, no one could leave the lands of the dead, not until the Reaper came for them.
“This is the Void of the Damned, or just the void as you would call it. Here is where most Spirit Walkers would pay anything to come, to learn its secrets. Come and look.”
He waved to the main court yard below them. Down below humanoid looking creatures, dressed like him, both male and Female stood on a knee with heads down. The were frozen in time, as this place was removed from it. They didn’t age, need food nor drink here like anything else as time never moved, only those who had a soul or a soul itself could move freely of the Void. Looking around the castle the Spirit Walker could see the body of a Guardian, sleeping around the backside of the castle like a Mountain.
“I will make you this offer. Access to my records of your kind and magic, to be your teacher. I ask but one thing in return.” The man turned to look at her with his head, hands behind his back. “You must bring me the essence of the soul, Humanity as one would call it. And in return I give you access to archives and one body from below to call your own to do as you please. Take the Armor and leave the rest, inhabit the body I care not. They are just Soldiers to me.”
With that said he remained quiet, there was more clearly that needed to be said and done but the Beast said all he was going to for now. It was the Spirit Walkers choice now.
Making a Post.
Looks like it, better check to be sure.
Fire lit the interior of what seemed to be an empty throne room with banners held aloft by some form of magic. The cold air crept into the room despite the large fire in the center of it. As the room settled from the cold winds bashing against the windows shades darted for the Throne itself, only to stop before it and start to rebuild that of a figure.
As the miasma took shape a hand reached through it revealing the Warlock to an absent audiences. It was another lonely night in a kingdom of tribes, yet he didn’t mind. The peace and quiet was more than enough for the crownless king. Reaching to his side the beast felt the wound, still bleeding slightly but not going to kill him, with a grumbling distaste. Taking his chair the creature looked out across the hall. Empty as normal despite the sounds of people marching just beyond the halls threshold. A place that felt calm and removed from the world outside, but then again this is how he had ordered it to be. Only one person was allowed to enter but she wasn’t present at the moment.
Turning to his left hand the man found part of the blade that had been inside him but moments before. With a deep chuckle he held it up before him looking at it. Slowly the metal started to rise and change shape, going from the broken end of a blade to that of a smooth round disk. As this happened three dark purple flames ignited around the disk’s edge and with a breathless spell the object started to spin. Energy arched around from the object as its rotation became so fast that it started to blur, and from this a sphere grew from the center getting larger and larger moving back away from the caster till it was a good fifteen yards away. As the Sphere left the confines of the rotating disk the wisps moved with it, keeping the same distance from the black sphere.
“Anoikto, se Keno.”
As the words left his maw the expansion stopped, its new size the same diameter of his body length.
“Kaleste to Pnevma Walker sti gi ton nekron.”
Obeying his command the wisps entered the sphere, now giving off a dim blue glow. With a snap of his fingers the main door to the hold latched shut and locked its self. Wards sparked to life sealing the room to all but one person, the only person he cared for in this world of lies and shades.
@Rekaigan
Across the vast expansion of land from where he left the field of battle. A small Void the same color as its sister, with the size of one’s hand, opened and and remained above the Spirit Walker, a Ghastly hand reached down touching her forehead. Any around who knew little about the spirits or the Void’s that house them might easily mistake this for something trivial as healing, which they wouldn’t be wrong, however this was something far more. A calling from one soul to another, calling them into the Void of the Damned.
As the miasma took shape a hand reached through it revealing the Warlock to an absent audiences. It was another lonely night in a kingdom of tribes, yet he didn’t mind. The peace and quiet was more than enough for the crownless king. Reaching to his side the beast felt the wound, still bleeding slightly but not going to kill him, with a grumbling distaste. Taking his chair the creature looked out across the hall. Empty as normal despite the sounds of people marching just beyond the halls threshold. A place that felt calm and removed from the world outside, but then again this is how he had ordered it to be. Only one person was allowed to enter but she wasn’t present at the moment.
Turning to his left hand the man found part of the blade that had been inside him but moments before. With a deep chuckle he held it up before him looking at it. Slowly the metal started to rise and change shape, going from the broken end of a blade to that of a smooth round disk. As this happened three dark purple flames ignited around the disk’s edge and with a breathless spell the object started to spin. Energy arched around from the object as its rotation became so fast that it started to blur, and from this a sphere grew from the center getting larger and larger moving back away from the caster till it was a good fifteen yards away. As the Sphere left the confines of the rotating disk the wisps moved with it, keeping the same distance from the black sphere.
“Anoikto, se Keno.”
As the words left his maw the expansion stopped, its new size the same diameter of his body length.
“Kaleste to Pnevma Walker sti gi ton nekron.”
Obeying his command the wisps entered the sphere, now giving off a dim blue glow. With a snap of his fingers the main door to the hold latched shut and locked its self. Wards sparked to life sealing the room to all but one person, the only person he cared for in this world of lies and shades.
@Rekaigan
Across the vast expansion of land from where he left the field of battle. A small Void the same color as its sister, with the size of one’s hand, opened and and remained above the Spirit Walker, a Ghastly hand reached down touching her forehead. Any around who knew little about the spirits or the Void’s that house them might easily mistake this for something trivial as healing, which they wouldn’t be wrong, however this was something far more. A calling from one soul to another, calling them into the Void of the Damned.
Well Thinslayer is offline but I am going to post.
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