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Current Some of the damn quotes from old 80's animation is damn gold. If english isn't gonna cut it, just swap to ones native language and you have yourself some good comedy. Unlike hollywood post year 2000
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36yo today, one step closer to oblivion.
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In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 7 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Gadez raised his head and gave Daphne a glare in contempt, his blue eyes narrowing and his facial expression growing far more grim.

"You are but a little pup, what could you know of what a -human- could do? Haven't you already realized that Aelios was struck down by a mortal hand? I am just stricken with grief that it were not by mine." Gadez said in a manner of certainty, after all he had his reasons to. All signs were pointing towards the same direction. Which all the more made him determined to leave and continue on the path he had trodden for so long, things had just recently began to get interesting. This was what he had trained all those years for. For the final battle. What was now before him was not it. He couldn't allow himself to die just yet. As appealing as death were to him to be rid of the disgusting world he despised, he still had that one link to it which he could not destroy with all of his power.

The stone.

The precious stone.

Alchemy was all about mixing of two things. The stone had gold in it too. But of a purer kind. That was why he had to let it go so many years ago. A true warrior keeps his heart hidden from view and reach, no matter how painful or damning it is. Then there was fear. Fear which often kept people alive, but this was another kind of fear. What if the stone did indeed possess the power to rip the darkness from his heart? He didn't want it to. It was all he had besides the stone itself.

Cymbaline wouldn't have approved. He knew that. Despite her being gone from the world, she still lived in his memories and she had left her mark upon the stone. It had filled him with as much dread as pride when he had laid eyes upon it after such a long time. The warrior-monk didn't want to kill Flynn nor Amaya, nor the foolish squire, neither the hornclad girl or her pious twin. The guards? No. Not even them. He had not even killed Aliseth.

They were all players in the grand play. The play which would decide the destiny of the world. Without Flynn and Amaya, the blightborn sanctuary would fall, and any hope to save the world and bring ruin to the old kingdoms would vanish. The odds of success were not high, then again, if he wasn't the kind of man who could make the impossible possible, then whom would be?

'Cymbaline. Watch over me. I will make certain the world that I leave behind shall be one where our precious gem can shine. I will be with you soon enough.' He thought as his attention moved over to Flynn.

"Can't you tell that I am already free, Red Star. Besides I don't do threats, I deal only in promises. I have the answer you are looking for, but it isn't the answer you want... in order to remove the blight forever you must wipe out all magic from this world. That means you have to destroy the divine and all the afflicted will in the same moment be destroyed aswell. This is Auric and the clergy of Aelios true goal! The target is upon Seluna's back! If you don't like that plan, then you may consider mine... or the one I mentioned within the cell. You know of what I speak..." Gadez smiled in an almost sinister way, his hair flickering in the wind. No doubt they would try to capture him. He couldn't allow that to happen, neither could he allow himself to kill them all. So he had to use all of his power and subdue all of them. There was no reason to hold back. Just as he was about to channel his magic and unleash it with all his might, a scream was heard. It came from the jail or so he believed.

The scream had caught him in a bad moment, as he began to mentally work on what had happened. That scream likely belonged to Aliseth. The wolf.

He had intentionally taken his dear time in keeping Daphne present, stalling the boy from attacking him or any other action. Gadez had seen them make the warding that would draw magic away, he had felt it affect him too. Yet the blightborn had not been as affected, as he had managed to kick open the door and free him. However the scream did confirm something. The blight were of a stronger raw kind of magic. Aliseth had inflicted some injuries to his own form aswell, he wasn't aware how well the blightborn was able to feel his own body. But the warrior-monk quickly summerized that the warding had prevented Aliseth from regenerating or have the raw magic holding his body together to work.

That was his final song. A death song. Had his words dug so deep into the boy it had driven him to self-reflection and then giving up on his existance? Or were it that he realized he were trapped? No matter what it were. He was likely dead. Deader by now. Seems he was the one who dallied after all. Oh the irony would have made him smirk, if he didn't feel… compassion. In the same moment as the scream had been heard, the temperature had shifted and ice began to crawl up the legs of those present. The source. Gadez eyes quickly darted to Amaya. She were the only one not affected. She had reacted to the scream by unleashing her power so recklessly?

There were two kinds of people. Those who wielded the power, and those who were wielded by the power. She was surely not in full control.

The show of magic was impressive. To the point it made him draw some dangerous conclusions. The boy. The wolf. He was a blightborn able to alter his shape and perhaps he had intended to don Amaya's face for his own, had he not been previously hindered by the monk himself or by those guarding the princess. But perhaps he did something to her. Why else would she have such a reaction? And one which was so very… instinctual. She had felt his death? Had he bonded somehow with her.

What if.

What if…

That is where Seluna is hiding… in a mortal. It would make sense. Amaya was from Lunaris and from their royal family. The ideal host body. Someone who is at the forefront of the search, yet protected by the very son of the mortal enemy. He had to give the winter goddess credit where it were due. If this were the case, then she was indeed crafty. But if he had seen through the guise, then had he surpassed the divine? The very thought made him feel empowered. He had always believed in humankind. His goddess were not Aelios nor Seluna. It had been that mortal woman which had made his aspirations waver. The magical outburst of ice and snow had however come as a blessing.

He was a wielder of fire magic and also telekinesis.

"...and that's my cue to bid my leave! Princess you have my gratitude!"

Gadez didn't wait, he made his butlerlike bow, then he opened his eyes wide and channelled his telekinetic magic out from his body and shattered the ice around his legs, not enough to send shards into the others present, but enough to free his legs. Soon after he summoned his fire magic to his hand and hurled it! Not towards Flynn. Not towards Amaya. Not Ranni. Not Dyna. Daphne? No. Not even the guards. His target was much lower on the list. The ground itself.

A large lash of fire slammed into the snowy ground before him with such intensity it caused the snow and ice to become steam, giving him a perfect opportunity to leave. He smirked and quickly began to run in the direction towards the Selunite shrine. In the worst case he could get out on the frostmoon lake. However he did toss glances behind him, expecting that at least the champion of Aelios would give chase. Good thing he still had his cloak for some bullfighting, would the need arise. The others were clad in much metal, there had been a good reason he only wore a breastplate and some minor plating at his boots and bracers.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


"Why? Why did not you? Perhaps he simply wanted to see the look on your face, to create a bit of chaos, perhaps he wanted a decoy whilst planning his next move? Or perhaps he saw something, which others have been unable to see? Or would you rather stand here and believe that I have killed him with my bare hands without shedding as much as an ounce of blood upon my attire? Sometimes words are far more effective, it was words that put me away, and it were words that set me free.

Therefor one ought to always be ready to listen. I could stand here all day, hurling all manners of why and how... despite whichever explanation you settle for, it wouldn't matter what I say, because you have already made up your mind that you do not believe me. Even if one would slap your face with truth itself, you may be unable to see it, to feel it and hear it. Perhaps in time."

The blond man remained firm in place, his purple cloak flickering in the wind, his borrowed sword held firmly in his grasp yet not in a threatening manner. His almost ever present smile was on his face as he spoke to Flynn. Things had gone even better than he had thought, not only had he'd gotten an audiance with both the royals to learn just what kind of people they were, but also caught the wolf in the jail as he said he would. That Aliseth himself had broken the door, that had been a part of his plan, would not another guard have been duped to enter his cell. That was why he had done plenty to provoke him.

Whilst severely disadvantaged with the anti-magic ward and no sharp blade by his side, he had been confident that despite the speed and raw power the blightborn had, his prowess with hand-to-hand combat would have surely allowed him to surpass the boy's unnatural powers. With the right training and time, that boy may have had a chance, but like many others they had not enough time. Time was such a cruel teacher. He knew that very well.

Had it been his way with words or Aliseth's own reasoning that had led to him being able to leave the jail without being attacked. Who could tell. What was certain were that he couldn't spend more time locked away or fighting when there were no reasons for it. His entire body was a weapon, his mind too. To rely fully on magic or a carried weapon was folly, but those weapons had their uses. Especially his sword-staff, which despite telling himself otherwise, was sentimental. After all. That staff part had belonged to... her. Now it was distant from him, but perhaps he would get it back. Unlike her. But in the end the only path remaining was forwards, knowing fully well that there would be nothing there for him. Kill Auric. Protect the precious stone. Destroy the twin-kingdoms and their divines. Those were his only reasons to still exist.

His attention soon settled to look at Daphne, with an amused chuckle as he casually twirled his borrowed blade in his hand.

"He needs better guards and judgement, the building is fine. But you are as threatening as a bunny before the tiger. Fret not little bunny, I have no intention of harming neither one of these inheritors of crowns. If you are looking for threats to their lives, look no further than to the clergy and those pulling their strings. You are but a little girl pretending to be a warrior. You have more luck trying to wade across the seas than engage me in a fight and hope to come out of it on top.

Your cup is not half-full, nor half-empty. It's not even there. You have not the warrior soul. I would never suffer defeat at the hands of someone who do not even believe in themselves. Like the self-proclaimed champion over yonder, who rather put faith in a goddess which has not only betrayed her twin but also the world itself. Even in a hundred years, you would still be a sapling before the great oak. With that mindset of yours. Either way, I shall not wander back into that place."

He smirked, pulling his hair back slightly with his free hand, glancing soon after to Amaya, then Dyna and Ranni. Then back to Flynn.

"You could try to reason with or fight the blightborn within the jail. But are you willing to pay whatever cost comes with it? If some of you intend to waste both my time and yours by fighting me, then your results may also become quite different. Perhaps your opportunity shall slip out through your fingers? I have matters to do, matters concerning the end of the world as we know it. Go ahead, chase the prophecy if you wish to subdue yourselves to fate as the clergy so desire. Destiny awaits the philosopher and the stone he ward no matter what happens now.

The stage has already been set, even before you people were even born. Did it ever cross your minds that what you see before you is but a phantom? A spectre. I might appear alive and well, but take my word for it, I am as dead as the blightborn within the jail. Yet even the dead have things they hold dear. Here's a hint. The living they've left behind. Who am I, really? What am I striving for to gain in this dark wretched world bereft of so many things? Perhaps if you intend to pursue the prophecy, you would finally understand the meaning of my words and actions, and what it means. Hnn...hnn... hahahah...

So will you try to stop me from leaving? If so... don't assume you'd win, just because I am outnumbered... it doesn't mean that I am outmatched." Gadez smiled and raised his free hand slightly.
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Temple of Ayel Aelios

"Ahh yes! How refreshing with a REFINED and NOBLE mind for once amidst all the thickheaded louts. You are completely correct, Lady Hightower. If shapeshifting would have been something easy, then those jealous, conniving and pigfarming peasants would have attempted to mimic -my- face. Well, I cannot of course blame them for that, but everything else is fair. But your notice has made me draw the conclusion that indeed this shapeshifting thief-creature is no doubt one of those blighted mongrels." The nobleman explained while he raised the free hand to his jaw and face, as if he was posing for a portrait to get him in profile.

Eris had a good head on her shoulder, almost as good as his own, but to compare the two wouldn't be fair. He was after all shaped to be a god amongst mere mortals, not only in appearance but wits too. She had done admirably for a not-as-good noble, and her research and assistance to Flynn would indeed be crucial to finding the source of the blight. The peasants. They bred like animals and behaved like them. Likely some peasants had traded more than just wares with those barbaric mountain apes, that's most likely how the blight spread.

'Those filthy perverted lowborn.' He mentally chastised before opening his noble mouth yet again.

"I, happen to be an expert at illusions, I was trained at the Aurelian academy of the refined arts under a private tutor. In fact, I can create perfect replica's of myself, they are as flawless as the man they depict. But they aren't real, like that witch goddess those barbarians are worshipping. It's probably just some really ancient ape-hag hermit. But this does indeed support -my- idea that this underhanded thief is indeed one of those blighted monsters, like that -disgusting- snake creature. Well if this noble-hating guardsman is innocent and is no accomplice of a thief he has nothing to fear. In fact he should appologize for acting suspicious. Go on. Take a knee. I am very forgiving man for those in need for forgiveness." He raised an arrogant eyebrow to Kale, and pointed down to the floor with his free hand, then his grey eyes wandered to Eris again.

"I was indeed chasing that thief, as I felt it was my duty as a noble, a devout man of Aelios, an Aurelian, as an honorable man and best friend of the prince. But Lady Hightower, I do not want to be the source of any tale-spreading of my bravery, I am a very humble man after all. In fact… the most humble. Judging by the hole in the door, I can say with outmost certainty it was broken by magical means. It was a very precise thing too, almost as if the culprit had some mentoring from a master of the arts. Clearly. Perhaps our thief eavesdropped on another man's lessons and thus obtained free-tutoring. Underhanded yet crafty. That's how they can get to you Lady Hightower, don't ever let those creatures get near you. They are beasts. In fact, I believe his highness is going to lock them all up. Why else gather them all here?" Ayel explained in a very thoughtful and overly elaborate manner, it almost were like he had been there the moment the hole had been made.

"It is entirely possible that this thief stole something else. I shall begin to draw some sketches of the most likely culprits. I have a belief that it's either some blighted creature that looks like a disgusting snake, an overgrown hairy wolf-like ape or some orange eyed crocodile looking one. Of course we shouldn't limit ourselves to just these three most likely suspects, as there are more of those accursed creatures about. Still that is a good way to start. His highness even followed that lousy wolf-thing quite recently and he was as suspicious of it as I were. And he's the all brawn one. Also I am not rattled, it is important for a nobleman of a noble stature as myself to behave calm and rational in even the most pressing of circumstances, I shall take it upon me to inform the prince myself about this." Ayel nodded to himself and then to Eris, then he furrowed his noble eyebrows at Kale.

"While you are here, Lady Hightower, I think this is an fine opportunity to mention that I wish to congratulate you. You are hereby the subject of being courted before marriage, to yours truly. I was hoping to write you a letter, but the thief seems to have taken my feather-pen and my ink aswell. So I will get right to the point. You have my permission to engage myself, Lord Ayel Raunefeldt in courtship for the betterment of your own family, Dawnhaven and the world. As a token of my dedication to our commons goals, I would like to donate an excessive sum of coin to the cause of dealing with the blight so that we can all pack up our things and return to Aurelia again, away from those sniveling barbarians. Don't worry about the ring, I will provide one, diamond is prefered yes? You shall of course be given the biggest one, I wouldn't want anyone to spread rumors about me being… ugh… poor. We shall decide on a proper date for the marriage later, but this temple seems to be quite suitable, considering the other options are lousy.

Save for my home, but I cannot host -that- many people in my home. It would lose all the mystery and flair. Also do not worry about that emotional nonsense, this is strictly a marriage of necessity and class where we both benefit. Besides we both have dealings with my best friend, his highness himself. I am certain he could use some time to get away from his otherwise problem free days to attend a wedding. I was reluctant on picking him for best man... I mean he is the second best choice. And ring bearer? No, I cannot imagine his highness would like that once he sees that my ring for my wife is far bigger than what he may have given to that abysmal woman from the mountains, which I hope I will not have to meet. Thus I believe Lord Stormlight would make for an ample ring bearer, no doubt he would feel honored being picked for such an esteemed role. I shall send him a letter as soon as possible. He no doubt will be thrilled to know two people more successful than himself are to be bonded in further greatness. With your research, and my wealth, brains and charm, there is no telling how far we could go. But these are details best savoured for later over dinner, as we are now on the same page in the book of honorable names, I give you permission to enter my home here in Dawnhaven and bring me some spare clothing. Not to worry, I shall remain firmly in place and inspect the crime scene." He nodded his head quickly and motioned towards the door with an arm flourish. Then his crow-like gaze went to Kale, almost as if to say 'What?'.

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Temple of Ayel Aelios

'Just how many accursed drawers can one priestess have! This is the robe one? No! This? NO! Where in the world- what in Aelios holy name is this?' The nobleman held up some piece of clothing which he couldn't even identify, he hurled it over his shoulder in his search for anything he could dress in. Was it just him or did the temple smell of fish? He could have sworn he felt it as he passed by the main chamber. It made the nobleman frown as he recalled his own experience with fish in the past.



He mentally lamented as he had finally found a robe, it was way too small for him. 'Is this for a child? It must belong to that girl which Aelios used as a medium to assist me out of the water...' The nobleman concluded, nodding his noble head for added confidence in himself being right. Again.

As he was pondering his next course of action, he heard a voice from behind. He was being called upon. In the correct mannerism even.

"What?! Can't you see that I am very busy right- What?" He said aloud, blinking with his eyes. His noble ears twitching.

The ever aware nobleman felt a sudden rise of panic. No not panic. Noble's were refined and in control and couldn't panic. He wasn't surprised neither, that would imply that his perception were lacking. He was ambushed! That was the right word.

"Ahh!" He yelped as he reached for the nearest thing he could find, which appeared to be a portrait of two blonde girls, strikingly similar to the servant woman who had a goat-like twin. He swiftly moved the portrait to conceal his crown jewels from view.

"Ehh? Ah? L-lady Hi-Hightower? Aha! What a pleasure- I mean great fortune! This is- This is an outrage! I have been robbed! The temple has been robbed! I am searching for the burglar-thief! He stole my clothes, and broke in here and then he turned into a weasel!" The nobleman motioned in a very hastily manner with his free hand and arm, pointing to the various opened dressers and wardrobe. "I was on his trail- He must have snuck out the moment you opened the door!" Ayel placed his free hand on his forehead as if trying to come up with the next thing to say, but his pattern of thought were disturbed by another voice as guardsman Kale had appeared.

"What now?! No, no no! Quiet! Shut! La la la! I am not listening~ Do I come by the stables or the latrine and bother you while you are working?! Can't you see that -I- am trying to talk to this esteemed lady here and that some underhanded lunatic have robbed me of my attire! And then entered here to steal who knows what else! On your watch no less! You are the one who has alot of gall and no brain! I shall write a very strongly worded letter to his highness about this! Rest assured. In fact! Where's the proof of your innocense? What if you are in cahoots with this shapeshifting thief? Returning to the crime scene to remove evidence no doubt! Did you see him when you entered Lady Hightower?" Ayel pointed his accusing finger at Kale, momentarily forgetting his state of undress as he motioned with the portrait holding hand towards Eris before moving it back to cover himself. It could have been alot worse. He could have been dirty. At least people could take in all of him in this moment would they desire to. And why wouldn't they? He also would not be held accountable for simply looking for a temporary attire after his day was so unjustly wronged by some wretched barbarian. This guardsman seemed like he would be the perfect scapegoat. Perhaps this was also a test of Aelios to test his craftiness and problem solving capabilities.

He would get dressed. He would get to tell Flynn the tale how he was attacked in the Aelios temple and then his newly made up story about fending off and chasing a thief. This were quite the heroic tale alltogether he had to admit to himself. Perhaps some almost-good for nothing bard could actually sing a song about this kind of bravery. Not every day a man would stand naked for the world and come out winning. Then again. He was just that good. At least what he could tell.

Kale @Theyra, Mrs Raunefeldt @The Muse
In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Temple of Ayel Aelios

The nobleman had felt a surge of satisfaction of seeing Valthyr get dragged off by Ivor. Now that was an uneducated, reeking, thickheaded and otherwise awful barbarian brute he could make some use of.

Perhaps with sufficient perfume, clothing and training perhaps even that lumbering oaf could become a servant, that was at least two stages above being a barbarian. The nobleman felt inclined to berate the overgrown barbarian for having him, a man of a clearly higher class even waste thoughts on him. But good servants, even good-for-nothing servants were hard to come by. That blonde girl whose twin image was related to some form of goat was another potential subject.

He did like that word. Subject. It made him feel royal. While he knew his family had no royal lineage in the last threehundred years, he was confident that he was descended from an old ancient royal line. How else would he have gotten the perfect jawline? Those articulate cheekbones and natural charm. Charm which made him a natural leader of those who were clearly unable to think for themselves. But he didn't want to attribute all his greatness to his charms alone, his intellect had no doubt played a great part too. In fact, if Flynn and his siblings would all die, then if Flynn has some child, goddess forbid not with that barbarian hag-witch, then a regent would have to be picked until said child would be old enough to make rational and wise decisions. Ayel momentarily forgot where he were as he mused in his own head that he was indeed not only the best choice, which he were. He was the perfect choice.

His precious, if not even blissful thoughts about himself was then interupted by Persephone.

"What?" He said aloud, trying to retrace what the woman had just said to him.

"Lady? A barbarian cannot be a lady. Pfah! Poppycock. As for insults to her character, how could someone possibly blame me? There's a caravan load of things to make notice of that is obviously wrong." He raised an arrogant eyebrow, and gave a smug smile, which gradually faded as Sya had began speaking her vile snake-speech, border-region gibberish!

The nobleman squinted as if he were trying to descipher some olden text or phrasing. What in the world was that cursed creature sprouting about his mother? She did mention proud aurelian bloodline. This creature?! The nobleman shook his head in clear disapproval. The pitiful creature were trying to elevate itself off the ground by trying to steal -his- people's right to bear that noble title. Aurelian.

Lunaris on the other hand. It had to somehow be connected to the word lunatics. He was certain of it.

While he was once again pondering on a refined reprimand of the two ungrateful gibberish-speaking she-beasts, he realized he was all alone in the bath now. They had left. That or they were eluding his gaze. Like sneaky underhanded shadowy servants of the moon-bitch would. But were that even possible in Aelios holy place? Not on his watch! He stood up and looked up at the dark sky.

"Victory! I drove the pests away from your domain! Hah hah! Aha! Hoho! Ohohoho!" He laughed but then felt a chill as he realized he was still not wearing anything. But then again. He knew he always wore a mantle of victory, albeit unseen to the common people. He was warded from harm from Aelios herself, but the chill in the wind was a sign from her to sit down and embrace the heated water.

The nobleman nodded to himself, as there were none else present who deserved it. Like most other days. But he couldn't allow himself to be spoiled in Aelios warding water, he had to step out and help Flynn to clean up the town. He had to write a very strongly, but elegantly worded letter to him about the unsightliness that had befallen him in Aelios temple. A sign saying that barbarians were forbidden wouldn't work. They were too dumb to read. It had to be a painting. Perhaps he could use that lumbering bouncer of an ape as a good example how a barbarian looks like.

Perhaps he could speak with Eris about creating a solution to all their issues by spreading a barbarian plague in town. Give fate a gentle little push in the right direction. Then Flynn would have no choice but to separate the good people from the lousy, underhanded and filthy ape-folks! Goddess. He was brilliant. Like a star himself. Perhaps he could tell Eris as he would hand over his letter of permitting her to marry him, despite there being a clear distinguishing even between noble houses, these were dark troubled times that warranted compromisations. How he hated that word. Compromise. He felt a shiver up his spine. Perhaps it was just the cold wind, that wretched ice goddess with her mockery.

He stood up again, determined about what he needed to do. But first he had to find some clothes. And he knew right where!

The nobleman moved in his exposed situation out from the bathing area and into the main hall. That male guardsman surely were still around somewhere. Nodding off as they were typically good-for-nothings anyways. He scoffed as he made his way towards Tia's chambers. That place would hold everything he needed. None around to spot him, none to judge him but Aelios herself. And she was clearly in favor of him. He was her chosen after all. He gave a tug at the door. Locked. Of course it was locked. It were to keep those ill-mannered idiots from strolling into the place looking for food or something to poke their noses with.

Thank the goddess he was no idiot. While the door was indeed locked, he realized that he had carried the key with him the entire time. Aelios light! It was the key.

Ayel discreetly moved his both hands down to the keyhole and handle, making sure not to touch it. Who knew who would have put their unclean paws on it before. He then made a few lousy attempts at coughing, he had to admit he was not a master at coughing, but this wasn't due to skill. But because caughing were for the sick and peasants in general. He tried his best to mask his magical attack at the keyhole and handle, blowing a hole through the door with his light magic.

He tightened his hands into fists shortly after, looking into the hole itself. Success!

'You are brilliant Ayel. Aelios light is the key. Another test completed my dear consort. Huhu.' He thought to himself as he moved the door open and looked around him quickly, then snuck inside. How hard would it be to find a priest attire in here?

The nobleman began to open the dressers and cabinets. He needed a robe, boots, pants, a corset… That blonde woman better had something his size!

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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The door to the jail swung open after a little click, a pair of boots stepping into the snow.

"Excuse me. You need to go the distance."

The man standing guard by the door flinched to the voice and turned to look to his right, finding a hand having already been placed on his armored torso, palm facing downwards. Channeling a telekinetic push. The guard looked up and saw the face of a blond man with ghostly blue eyes, a smile forming on the man's lips. Then the guardsman felt pressure at his chest, no his entire body as he was flung a few metres through the air and landing in a snow pile conveniently placed nearby dampening his fall. The blond man had simultaneously slid the guard's sword from its sheath using his other hand. The blond man blew some air through his mouth as he softly relocated slightly to the right of the doorway leading into the jail, so as to not stand in it's direct path.

"Thank you for your steely resolve, I shall borrow this. You appear to have quite the problem with the guard shifts, little brother. Especially one. A little blightborn infestation, good thing the guard was kind enough to set me free. Send my condolences to Volkov." Gadez said in a smug tone of voice out towards Flynn in a taunting manner, before his eyes swiftly set on Dyna.

"Ah, ah, ah. Keep your hands down girl. You'll better use your energy to guard your heart, as it is laid out bare." He said in an amused manner, nodding his head towards Ranni followed by a slight chuckle as his gaze flicked to Flynn.

"I told you he would come here. The wolf you hunt. If this 'prophecy' of mine were true, whose to say the rest of what I speak of is no mere fairytale?" Gadez smiled broadly, his hair flickering before his eyes momentarily, his purple cloak blowing dramatically as he moved his arms in a manner only a stage performer could.

"The wolf howled it's warning cry, and asked me to pass it to you." He said in a more serious tone of voice, giving a slight cough into his free hand.

"That he is coming for you. That he will learn the truth." The warrior-monk tried his best to formulate Aliseth's words, after all it was the least he could do after having been released from his cell in such an amusing fashion. To savour the look of Flynn and Dyna's faces were to him... priceless. No matter which shape they would take. His attention set on Daphne and Amaya next.

"Also this is no jailbreak, but a breakthrough in prisoner to guard understandings... you may keep your crackers, Daphne. Perhaps offer some to Zephyros? And as for you, princess. When are you going to awaken from your haze? Remaining meek will lead your prince to his death. Become strong not only for yourself but for him too." The purple cloaked man said, his vision falling on the doorway.

"To go into a wolf den is a risky ordeal, I would advice waiting til it grows hungry and leave of it's own volition. But what will you do once he does? To take a life is one matter, but his life is already taken. A blightborn turnskin. Why not cage him and find out who he truly is? Perhaps he lost track of that very thing himself. Killing him will not bring this 'Abel' back, neither will it mark you as a saviour of the accursed. Lest you would rather chase the very man whose words have proven true so far, who allowed himself to be placed in this wolf-trap willingly, thank you very much little eavesdropper, nothing is as tempting as a closed door, and do I love opening them, have I not earnt myself a little stroll?" Gadez allowed himself an amused chuckle as he twirled with the guardsman's sword in his hand, his gaze moving between Flynn and Dyna, giving Dyna a nod the moment he said eavesdropper, then his gaze went back to the jail door.

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Location: The Jail
Part II



Aliseth had followed Daphne to the door, seeing her out and closing it behind her. There he waited for a long drawn out silent moment. A sigh eventually escaped his lips as he pulled his thoughts together. His heavy armor clunked as he turned around. Sturdy metal plates gliding over one another as steadily, on long purposeful strides, he made his way back to the iron bars, back to the prisoner.
Now, it was just them.

His sword was back on his hip, and he leant against the cell door. Forearms resting on the metal crossbar that housed the lock and handle, one gauntleted hand and one bare, dangling inside the cage.

He eyes the prisoner and clicks his tongue a few times. "So... Gadez. What was the plan? Huh?" His tone nothing of what it was just moments before. No frivolity or carefree jest. Just like his features it had grown cold, dark, serious and full of accusation.
"Steal my sword and stab me in the back? Wait for the change of guard? Hope someone fell asleep on duty?"

Aliseth held an expression equally divided between scorn and curiosity.

"Why not just free you himself." He adds to the growing questions without explanation, this one more rhetorical than figurative.

"But of course." He says with realisation. "Why be seen abusing power, defying his own laws. Why do that when he can simply lay the blame on a Lunarian, compile their failures, pave a path to seize more control..."

Aliseth shakes his head before stepping back and kicking the cell door, watching as it swings open with a long groaning squeal.
"The only question now is, what do I do about it???"

His hand casually fell to the hilt of his sword and his feet shuffled to a more ready position. Not a full combat stance but readily prepared to move.

The blond man's gaze had fallen on the cell door the moment it had been kicked open, his facial expression had however not changed from one of amusement. His hands however were now slow clapping.

"Hnn… Hnn… I knew you would come here eventually. Blightborn. Some like to dabble in predicting the future, I however inflict it. That is why I am here. Why don't you lose that veneer, blighted one? Unless fear has gripped your heart as eagerly as you try to grip your blade. Fret not. I have no intention of stabbing you in the back. That is the way of someone who is scared to face what lies before them. You speak as if I only had a single plan in mind. I have many, regardless which pathway I tread, I will win. However, can you say the same for yourself?

Which path will lead you to a victory worth cherishing? I seek to bring the blightborn kingdom to fruition so that the two olden ones will disappear, along with their kings, representatives and their divine belief with it. The very divine which has cursed you with the unlife you now don, if you are to hate someone hate those who have afflicted you this way. You are not the only one cursed by the gods, within these two hands I bear the anguish of all those whose lives have been oppressed and destroyed. But what will you do now?" Gadez asked as his hands raised to his chest, but they were not tightened into fists, but rather straightened out as if they were blades. His left arm horizontally held across his chest, the right arm held vertically.

"You could draw your blade, make a lunge for it, try to kill me in a place where I cannot fight at my fullest? Robbing yourself of true victory regardless if I live or die, and were I to somehow die, then you would never truly be rid of me, for I would forever haunt you in your memories and any attempt for you to prove yourself a true warrior is lost. You could also ignore these things, fling yourself at the man who placed himself here willingly, who spent a lifetime channeling his hatred of this world into this very body. These very hands.

You blightborn are quicker and stronger than the average man and possess powers whose origins I know of. I have fought your ilk before. Reaction speed, muscle memory and knowing where and when to strike. That is something which only time and practice can bring, and judging by your appearance, you've had neither so far. I offered my body, soul and mind to a cause a long time ago, shall I have to add yours to that offering? When all you could do is let me leave here. For how will they have time to look for you, when they are busy chasing me? Regardless of how you may feel. You have only to gain by simply letting me go. Providing of course you are man enough to face a challenge?

Besides, I think we both would enjoy the look of the royals face when they return to find this jail... sorely lacking. So what shall it be then?" The blond man smirked, his left leg standing before his right one, his arms still raised, his blue gaze observing Aliseth. His stance displaying that he would be ready to lash out at any moment would the man come any closer.

'Regardless of what happens now. I have won. The stone has been awakened.' He thought and waited to see what choice Aliseth would make.

The Lunarian royal guard just stood there dumbfounded, tense, ready.
Brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and concern. "What in the moonless sky are you babbling about now?" He demanded.
"Just tell me..." He interrupted his own words with a soft snort, the serious tone draining from his voice as a smirk took his lips. His posture relaxed and his eyes filled with an amused curiosity.

"Madman or not, I guess even a broken time piece is right twice a day. It matters not if you know what I am, what I have become. What that bastard did to me after killing Able." his empty hand clenched into a fist of anger but his tone remained jovially sly.

"Maybe I could now pass the blessing on to you???" He ask playfully, almost seductively. "Maybe if I kill you in a similar fashion you will comeback as one of us?" Aliseth asked, toying with the idea. He took a steady step forward, towards the open cage. As he did he reached into his armor and drew out a dagger. An Aurelian dagger. That crooked smile still hanging on his lips.

"But perhaps later, because I've already seen what happens here." He whispers hauntingly, no longer looking at the prisoner but the knife in his hand instead.
Then without warning the guard lunged forward only to throw his face into the iron bars beside the door, there was a loud ‘Crack’ and a spray of blood as his nose displaced under the impact.

But it didn't end there, just as quick, if not quicker than his first manoeuvre, using that blightborn speed, he threw himself backwards, crashing over the furniture where he hit the wall with a heavy thud. One eye already bloodshot, he looked at Gadez and grinned before slamming his head back hard into the solid stone behind him. He didn't even groan.

Slumped against the wall, with a bloody broken nose, he lifts the dagger, peering under the vertical steel blade hovering just above his eyes. Calmly he speaks to the recently imprisoned. "You're a madman Gadez, there's no doubt about that. But something bigger is going on here and I intend to find out what and to what end. Sadly the only way out for you is through a guard. So, you defeated me. Consider it a parting gift for aiding in this investigation. It will be your first and last victory over me. Next time we meet, perhaps I will attempt to turn you afterall. I doubt it will work…but it might still be fun.” He said with a nonchalant shrug and a fond smile, before pressing the point of the blade into his skin above his left brow, a trickle of blood starting to flow.
"Goodbye Gadez. Now don't dally or this encounter might not end in your favour afterall.” He says with an ominous threat.
"And when you meet back up with ever is helping you. Tell them I am coming for them. Be it the prince or that other guard Daphne, I will learn the truth.”

It was almost silent, almost. The steel edge of the Aurelian dagger sliding through flesh, separating it, the tip of the blade catching the soft skin of the eyelid and scratching across the eye on its path from brow to lip. He even added a flick of the weapon at the end to properly mimic the attack. Making not even so much as a gasp as he carved his own face, one good eye fixed on Gadez the whole time.

Gadez had simply observed as Aliseth had inflicted physical damage to himself, the blond man's head tilting slightly to the side with an expression that had simply read 'Oh?'. The man clearly felt no pain, and the loss of blood didn't seem to worry him. Blightborn indeed. Yet many blightborn were prone to injuries, while this particular one seemed not to worry. Perhaps he indeed did possess quite the metabolism. High metabolism often came with an increased need for food.

"You would label me a madman after hurling yourself about and making a bloodied mess. Well, perhaps you are correct. After all only a madman would know the truths of a maddened world. As for passing on that blessing of yours, I bear a far greater curse than the blight. Blood of a starry line, the same as the emerald gazed prince. That man is my younger brother, of course he wouldn't believe it, I wouldn't want to believe it either. But unfortunately the truth is merciless. Yet knowing that, would you still seek it?

Look for those who came here to study the blight. The sages. But like the royals they've all been deceived. This cure they may be looking for isn't a cure for death, but rather what awaits them is a wellspring of divine power. Ready to be grasped by whomever is willing to take such a plunge. Aelios as a deity is dead. As dead for everyone now as she has always been to me. But when one power is put out, another often comes along to claim its place..." The blond smirked and approached the doorway to his cell, his arms still raised, his blue eyes watching Aliseth closely.

"Defeated you hm? Hnn..hnn... you defeated yourself, long before you came to Dawnhaven. To lose track of the path ahead may be bad, but to lose track of who you are is far worse. Perhaps the cure you are looking for is within yourself?. As a parting gift of my own, I shall... enlighten those outside in a warm manner, however those two you speak of are no allies of mine it would appear. I wouldn't dally if I were you neither, seize the moment that I shall provide or it may slip through your fingers.

Unless you intend to strike me from behind? If not, then til we meet next, turnskin. Do make certain to be at your top form if you intend to fight me, I would hate to have a hollow victory. No doubt you feel the same?" Gadez softly smiled and stepped outside of the cell, gradually turning towards the corridor leading to the door to the outside, his gaze still lingering over his shoulder.

The blond man took a few steps forwards, his arms still raised before his chest, would Aliseth indeed attack him while his back was turned. 'A malkin attacks when its foe looks elsewhere. Yet lynxes eat them. But you are a wolf aren't you? We'll see...'

Something within Gadez’s string of words had landed with Aliseth, resonating with him as he remained still and thoughtful, a faint smirk on his lips and showing no signs or intentions of moving. He would gain nothing from killing Gadez, he Knew he could, but now he didn't think he even wanted to. He simply watched as the man cautiously left.
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