Necrophage

Caravan: Resurrection

Daelin pulled his hood down, cleared his throat and started to act like the knight he was supposed to be, mostly. "Present in body, sir." He pulled the ax loose and spun it across his wrist. "I can cut a tree down in record time." He closed his eyes and grinned like an idiot while slipping the ax back into its spot on his back.

Caravan: Resurrection

The man in question lazily strolled up to Zay. He had a leather jacket with short sleeves and a hood dyed to match the green color of the leaves. Strapped to his back was an ax just a little too big to be considered a hatchet with a single curved blade. He had a belt with various pouches and holstered to his hip was what appeared to be a grapple gun.

The man yawned and rubbed his bleary eyes. "'Sup Zay." He mumbled groggily as if he had only just awoken.

Caravan: Resurrection

Daelin Calso

Name: Daelin Calso
Age: 27
Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular.
Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts.
Height: 6'1"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane.
Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low.

History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zios drew in closer, arcing his whole body weight behind his arm. The fingers of the flaming arm came to a sharpened point as he thrust it forward with the intent to impale Zelraka.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zios tumbled to the side as Bruce's boulder slammed into him. Only a moment after, Zios was knocked clear into the air from a mix of having the ground beneath him completely destroyed, as well as getting pushed by a vile, green shock wave. Luck had him as he skidded across an intact part of the center floor. He sprawled weakly on the ground to keep from sliding further into any of the explosion zones. The only reason he didn't have a hole punched in him right now was the efforts of the Bruce and Jeff.

The current situation didn't favor Zios. His shadowy left arm had failed him, fading away because he was unable to keep it stabilized without control of his power. Agoniki assaulted his senses like fire. His heart beat intensely with his wounds starting to catch up to him with little way to stave them off. Zios pushed himself onto his knees and knelt there thinking. 'Come on Oz. I know you're in there. Where's that fountain of courage? That spring of energy and action?' He started back up on uneasy legs before stumbling against the ground as the tower shifted. 'This one's a bind isn't it? Can't think of a way out?' Zios struggled against the weakness and semi-paralysis inflicted on him, again pushing against the ground and leveraging himself to get up again. 'Are you forgetting what you are? A man? A hero? A god? No none of these.'

The wave-paralysis started to fade and Zios stood back up. 'Titles are labels to help weak men aspire to greatness or folly.' Zios flexed his left shoulder up and snapped it back down. Black fire erupted out, taking the shape of his arm. It burned and fumed into the air yet instead of producing heat it seemed to pull it in, making its vicinity cooler. "I am Zios and this is my star." He announced aloud. He swiped at the air toward Zelraka, producing four long slashes of black energy that spread out. He jumped up, launching himself toward Zelraka while reeling his arm back and straightening his claws into a single point. "You know who your threat is!" Zios shouted with inhuman volume.

There was no way this fight would go on much longer unless the two heroes had something useful against Zelraka.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zios dashed through the air to join Bruce behind his wall. He placed his good hand against it, pressing energy into it. The Veil covered the closest of the walls in light blue energy. "Whatever that attack is I can't see it, and if I can't see it that's bad." He braced himself in the circumstance that Zelraka's attack was as immaterial as the one Zios had attempted.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zios was ready to take the blow in full when he was whisked to the side by Jeff. He peered up from the rock he'd landed on as it drifted in its own little orbit. Zelraka's speed was a problem. It was just proven that his attack if made full on would be effective but the duo now saw his intent and would likely focus on evading any future attacks. Zelraka was right in that regard.

Zios turned to Bruce. He saw the earth sage cringe as he attempted something. Looking him up and down with those spinning galactic eyes he asked into the wind. "Broken something have we? This is bad timing."

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zelraka slipped his hand into the wall with remarkable ease. As the implosion happened the wall shattered like glass. It clattered into the floor revealing... nothing behind it. Zios had disappeared.

At that moment an area to the side where the energy had purposefully drifted exploded outwards, the glass-like shatter effect replaying itself as Zios bursted forward with his spectral arm launching directly for Zelraka's center mass. Silver energy trailed along the outside of the arm hinting to some foul technique at play.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

The area around Zios charged with palpable energy. The colors varied from purple to black to silver. They just kept appearing and focusing around him like he were a magnet. He swept his shadowy arm forward and some of the energy organized into a wall in front him. Motes of energy moved out to his left and right with purpose. "We should consider his weaknesses quickly. I don't think the conventional attacks you're used to will be effective. Consider him as resilient as Rajaka and quick as Zelriane. Whatever you used to dismember Rajaka and leave him in such a sorry state should be effective. That is if you can hit him with it." Wisps of silver energy coated along the outside of his shadowy limb. "I have a plan that should work. Mostly. I think." Zios smiled with clear uneasiness.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zios held the beam for a moment, not realizing the danger until it was nearly too late to do something. The glowing motes in his eyes swiveled around in recognition of the difference in energy coming down his own beam. He separated from the channeled beam. As his own power tapered out the green energy from Zelraka was made clear. The beam clipped his forearm, drawing blood as he pulled away. It was too late to have evaded that completely. He raised his phantom claw to cover the spot. Despite the wound he seemed unfazed. Likely plotting something to make up for the error in judgement.

"My introduction will be settled later. This is Zelraka with every troubling implication you can imagine." Zios peered outside the hole behind Zelraka at the troubling storm. It wasn't normal. He could see it as the others could not. Past the clouds, like the atmosphere was tearing and a terrible blackness beyond. The Veil that separated them from the abyss was thin. Time was running out. His eyes passed to the up-staircase as he considered his options. "Get this thing outside! He'll beat us in these close quarters. I can promise you that." Zios commanded. He stepped wide, feet shoulder-width apart, facing toward Zelraka. He let go of his arm and blood dripped freely to the floor, instead separating his hands as if pushing his arms to the sides before flipping his palms up. Silver energy collected around him, brightly lighting up his being and the surrounding room.

"Outnumbered four to two. Let's see how good you are with that reckless power." He directed at their fused adversary.