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A New Ascension
He felt muscles in his back and shoulders tense, he could still feel the ghost of a gunblade grip in his hands, and his new armor felt light compared to his old raiment. As his wings lifted him over and carried him across the land, he felt a growing sense of dread, and understood it to be the coming of dark times. He had felt this many times before, and would face it head on just like every other time. "If only Taiye and Reve were here to see me now." He thought to himself, "I do wonder what they're doing now. I've not heard news of my old flame in a long time..." He began to reminisce on old times, remembering how lovely he had thought her when he saw Taiye on the battlefield, remembered picking up a weapon like hers and carrying it into countless battles. "Well, it would seem it is time for me to step up once again. I think I will make my base camp....ah, right here!" He descended on a patch of ground near a large cavern, and stepped inside. He snapped his fingers, silver-blue light appearing in veins along the walls, revealing a huge room. "Yes, this will do nicely.." He went to work immediately, fashioning furniture and a door for the entrance. "Oh, the glorious things one can do with a little magic these days... Well, looks like we're ready for business." And wit hthat, he stepped outside, and out up a beacon, with a message: "Come all, for a place of rest, and a place of Light." |
And in his form, he could no longer find his shadow. Light, and the people who dwell within it passed through his body as though he were a piece of light himself, but knowing otherwise...
"Where am I?" |
He felt a presence draw near, and instantly focused his gaze to it. "Hello there. You are nearing the sanctum I have made for all. Are you lost, or did you come here with a purpose?" |
He couldn't see the face, nor hear the voice of the one who was near him, but felt a presence, as though the ghost of another dimension had decided to peek in: it felt both warming and in violation of his very being. He hugged himself.
"Who are you?" |
He thought about it for a moment, wondering how best to respond. The entity didn't seem to think he should be here, and so he hesitated before answering I am known as Hermes. I have fought in every war this planet has seen since my lifetime began, and I was once a follower of Taiye's. I am now a guardian of sorts, and I take a new form depending on where and when I am needed most. I have been a foot soldier, I have been a spirit, and now I am not sure who or what I am. So, I guess the answer is...I don't know. Care to find out with me?" He extended a hand, not even sure if there was another hand to reach for in the first place. |
Spikes quickly pierced from his heart and jabbed at the hand from the unknown. The blackened things could not be seen, nor harm the thing as it was there, but wasn't.
"STAY AWAY" Fear crept in upon him as he crouched into the air, dissolving into shadows of matter. How could shadows proceed in light? How could light ignore the shadows? The paradox of the matter didn't matter as Hermes touched darkness. |
"Do you not yet see me for what I am? Here, let me make this much, much more clear to you..." He clenched his hand around the dark form of the spikes, his hand dripping a gray substance, akin to blood but not the same. |
Whatever the thing might have been, it did not retreat, so like a snake he lashed out....
Fearlessness, or rather the fear of being afraid had lured the life of the lands out to him, long ago...but it was long ago when the wastelands have finally reached his hand and he found, inside, the infecting remains: a soul devouring demon. The shapeless shadows shifted round the thing. Memories of another time filled Hermes, implanting the memories from a time in between the story. And a name resounded as well: Emanon Oen |
"Well, how nice it is to finally meet you. Maybe a different name of mine will strike a chord with you: Oigsule Vasar, the Hammer. Do you recall us? Savi Vasar? Ah, I remember...such zeal we had, until our ranks were corrupted. I see corruption not as a destructive force, but a changing one. would you try to find it in me?" He continued to stare hard onward, no emotion showing on his face, but his hands glowing with golden light. |
Things stopped, if only for a moment, as though to listen and internalize the names that were heard, but to no avail. Things like names were forgotten long ago and the last name was spared, as tasteless waste, in the void of what was forgotten. (._.) It could almost be compared to a blank stare at words which held little meaning to the corrupted soul.
From the hand that protruded into the newly forming void, the dark matter began to crawl up Hermes' arm, seeking to identify and, if unsatisfied, devour the thing like he was, long ago. |
"GOTCHA!" he seized at the shadows crawling up his arm, pulling towards himself, eyes shining silver like the moon. His body glowed with energy as he ripped at the shadows, dragging whatever their source was towards him... |
"GRYAH!
The Sanctuary shook with the shaking screech. The matter was forced to reform as the silver glow of hermes forced a yield... But also invested in this was the demon, which did not yield and mold, like clay, another form for the visitor who fear for its life. |
"Do not confuse me with a mere mage, creature. I am not a wielder of the light, I am no simple user of the old Magick. I am the embodiment, I am the wild, raw power, and you will yield to me. I seek only to know you, but you seek to take me, and so you force my hand. Yield." and with that, his eyes flashed crimson, his blood churned, turning red with new form taking him, as he pulled at the demon. He felt the dark presence within him now, and knew he was closing in on some results. |
The demon, now lured out of the void of created by his vessel, had no choice but to fight, flail, and attempt to flee, for outside of it's domain, it was weaker. Perhaps it was easily consumed, but what dawned upon the vessel, Emanon Oen, was new fear. Powerful was the being in front of him and how lightly could the wish for peace be taken by one so ready for war.
"Are you the master of this space?" |
"No, the master is dead. I killed him. I am the emancipator of this place, and I will see all freed from any form of mastery." He knew this to be his true purpose. He would never be the master of these people, for it was against his nature. He was a soldier, and a damn good one, but he was also a man of peace, of freedom. He was a walking contradiction to some, but to those wise enough he made perfect sense. |
"I see. I am Emanon Neo, a wanderer. I would ask for sanctuary here, but I have no body to in which rest. It has long been destroy within the forgotten wastelands of war."
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"Either way, you are welcome here. I just tire easily of being toyed with or assaulted." |
//rolls in and flings myself at someone random
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http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c5...eaves2-1-1.gif A black draft horse carrying its half turned rider places one heavy hoof down after another keeping its casual stride. The horse bore no armor, just the basic riding gear and it's rider. The rider was a young woman from the looks of it. Though she seemed somewhat lost in the surrounding area as she stayed on her steed. Colored in blacks and whites as well as splashes of green and floral pinks she was a sight to behind. The rider went by two names... during the wars she was one of the four horsemen of the knights of Chaos. The Famine rider. Yet outside of battle she was the simple Rose knight, a peaceful being who often returned to the fields that were bloodied and barren to try to restore them to their former glory of being lush and green. She had all but vanished after the last war, the toll of her work weighing heavily on her shoulders. The lives she had taken, the deeds she had done. All of it weighed in her now twisted mind. Lost to her own thoughts as she seemed oblivious to anything around her. Until she noticed the beast she rode stopped... Looking up from her hands she laid eyes on what seemed to be a shelter of sorts... what a odd place for a shelter. Her pointed ears went back a little as she dismounted from the beast and hesitated staying at its side. Weighing her options as she brushed a few black strands that fell astray from her normally rose pink hair she thought to herself. She could go in... the door seemed welcoming, the aura about this place seemed calm and relaxed. She hesitated still, should she bring her weapon or walk into what very well could be a trap? http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c5...ves2-1-1-1.gif |
A familiar presence, an aura he had touched before, had felt on his mind. It was a Knight. What were the knights doing here? Had they finally come for him? Well, he would not fall at their feet so easily. "show yourself, Knight! I can smell you from here! What is it you want with me? If you seek peace, then you shall know it here. if you seek war, then that you shall also know." He shouted towards the aura. |
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c5...eaves2-1-1.gif She listened to the voice that spoke to her, it somehow felt as if she had crossed paths with this being from somewhere long ago. Though his words amused her as she listened and smiled a little as her eyes narrowed. "Peace or war.. such a simple question with no true answer." She waited a moment thinking of her options here, whoever this was seemed to know of the knights. That was amusing as well seeing as the knights had all but vanished from this world. It had been far too long when she had last seen one of her own following. "I want nothing with you, any quarrel you have with other knights is their business... I am but a simple traveler now. Perhaps a blade for hire... whatever terming you choose." Curious she was of who this being was who spoke of knowing the knights. Yet it sounded like they did not wish to have any part of their kind here in this place. Ah yes her fellow knights... Slowly their numbers had dwindled, soon enough their name would be forgotten save the few that still roamed the lands. http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c5...ves2-1-1-1.gif |
Knight. That was a familiar word to him, as though he had associated himself with the term long ago. He even had a small tinge of recognition for the one who the guardian had called "knight" but things were still vague. He did not remember the time before his last exile from the world...
"Do I know you?" |
"I do know you...That voice..." He thought for a moment, recalling all of the Knights he had come into contact with as both a soldier ,and as Oigsule. "The female. Rose Knight. If you have no business here, and are what you now claim to be... then come in, you are welcome here. I would sit with you, in fact, see if we can't get acquainted." |
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