The Day the Wind Died
Posted 27 May 2012 - 08:47 PM
Synile regarded his foe with steely unyielding eyes and drew the katana at his hip with his left hand. Synile smiled a twisted, malicious grin, and drew deeply upon his strange new powers. The blood red sun was still just beginning its ascent into the sky. The buildings cast shadows all about the battlefield.
"Oh humans. You all manage to build up such vast stores of arrogance in such short spans of time. Run along now, pup, and leave the adults to their games." Synile slams the tips of both swords into the ground beneath him. Within seconds the shadows surrounding the group begin to contort and come alive. Hundreds of spines sprout within seconds, all twisting and contorting in nightmarish ways. The unholy spikes all lurch towards the same target. Shadow.
Confident the situation is resolved, Synile turns now to face Jordan and Ken. Jordan had returned to his feet, and the two made quite an ominous pairing. "Wind master. Guardian. Imagine. If anyone survives this to bear witness, they'll sing songs of you. Songs of how the brave warriors lost their lives fighting some eldritch abomination. Completely lost will be all the failures of your pasts." Synile's emerald green eyes seemed to pierce the soul with a caustic sparkle that hinted at impossible knowledge. It was a stare that seemed to see through a man, straight to all of his shortcomings and failures. "So. Who's organs do I get to see first?" Synile launched himself towards both men, lashing out with a flurry of strikes from both hands.
Posted 29 May 2012 - 10:03 PM
Turtlelot emerged from the darkness of the destroyed inn. "You talk down to the humans, as if you are some sort of superior being, when you yourself are nothing more than a rabid animal who has merely overstayed his welcome." The metal man could feel Synile's emerald green eyes glaring at him, they were filled with nothing but pure hatred. As Turtlelot passed Jordan and Ken he lowly said "Check on Shadow."
Before Turtlelot could manage another word in Synile had already leaped into the air, blade aiming straight for him. The cursed nodachi met blades with the metal man's holy sword. Turtlelot managed to grab Synile with his left arm and fling him back into the inn. The metal man dashed back into the shadows, but saw no signs of Synile. He turned just as the madman swung from one of the wooden joists and kicked the android, disarming him. Synile charged Turtlelot, swinging the nodachi wildly. After several cuts, the metal man finally managed to catch Synile's sword arm and deliver a strong punch to the abdomen, followed by toss through the nearest support pillar, causing floorboards and furniture to collapse onto both of them.
Posted 30 May 2012 - 01:19 AM
He checked himself over after he'd stopped rolling along the ground, sore from the explosion, but otherwise unharmed. If his disguise clothing had sustained any burns, it was unnoticeable due to it being black anyway.
"I'm alright, nothing's broken." He said to Jordan and Ken as they approached. "This is problematic. The Synile I knew from the wars didn't have nearly as much of a grasp on Chaos techniques as that. I don't know what's going on, but Synile is clearly not the one behind the wheel here."
With Turtlelot now having engaged Synile, Shadow felt he had no choice but to stand back and watch. He'd already had a near-experience of what could happen if he got in between them... there were some chances even he wasn't crazy enough to take. Still, it irked him, not being able to help out a little more...
Posted 31 May 2012 - 01:38 PM
"Yeah, he's been like that since Calatia." Jordan replied, his eyes trained on the rubble.
Jordan considered moving the wreck himself with a well given swing, but the burning structure would sure to give way and completely collapse if he tried anything too forceful as a gust. Turtlelot's body would surely have taken little damage, but what of Synile? Despite his new power, would his body be strong enough to come out of all that unharmed? No, he must have taken some damage.
"Is it over?"
Jordan looked back to find Eivor standing behind him and the others, how he didn't realize she had come this close he did not know.
"What the hell are you doing here! It's not safe!" Jordan cried out, panicking at the sight of her.
Posted 31 May 2012 - 09:37 PM
Barely getting out in time, and only by diving out the door with all the strength he had left, Leo turned around, panting, and gazed at the rubble that used to be the inn. Oh no, he panicked, realizing Turtlelot was still under, along with Synile. But after a moment’s thought and an attempt to calm down, Leo realized that the android was made entirely out of metal, and combined with whatever barrier he had conjured up just then, probably survived the collapse. Best case scenario was that Synile had died in the rubble, meaning that their mission would be finished early.
Seeing as Eivor had apparently come back, Leo made his way towards the carriage, placing both his axes on his belt. Retrieving his rifle, he clicked the safety off and made it ready to fire in case Synile miraculously jumped out at them. Turning to the east, the dwarf saw a cloud of dust in the distance. What is that? Raising the rifle up to his shoulder, he peered through the scope and felt his heart begin to race. “Not good,” murmured Leo, turning to the others.
“I’d hate to rush anything here, seeing as we have a mass murderer under all that debris” he said, “But there seems to be a Koridaian patrol on its way towards us; I’m guessing they noticed the flames and are thinking of this as a civilian accident.” Glancing around, Leo already saw several of the nearby villagers coming out of their homes, wondering what the hell had just happened to the inn.
“Any ideas on what to do?”
Posted 03 June 2012 - 06:07 PM
Jordan barely paid attention to Leo's concerns about the civilians in the area or the potential threat of being harassed by local guards or officials. He turned to Eivor.
"Go back to the carriage and stay there. Get out of sight." He told her, directing her towards the direction she came from.
"But Synile-" She began to protest.
"Will you just leave this to us!?" Jordan shouted.
A loud crash came from the direction of the ruin. Something began to emerge. Turtlelot? Another burst from the wreck, wood and plaster flying in every direction, revealing Synile's form within the center. Smiling, leering. Mocking those who looked on upon him. As if he were saying "Fools." He looked around, as if he were looking for something in the area. His eyes caught something, his smile grew more wicked.
"Synile . . ." Eivor muttered quietly.
He approached the edge of the shadows cast by the buildings behind Jordan and the others and pointed his sword into that shade. Suddenly, darkness began to grow around his blade. He was preparing to strike again.
"SCATTER!" Jordan cried out as Synile conjured another flurry of shadows to rend everything in its path.
They all managed to evade the silent broad attack, keeping their eyes on the madman that stood before them. Jordan took hold of both his spears and rushed ahead of the others. He wasn't going to give Synile another chance to beat him into the ground. Brandishing both his spears, he lunged at Synile with a brisk dash and hoped to pierce his defenses. Synile decided to pierce his and lunged his nodachi past Jordan's spears and straight for his chest. Jordan stopped his charge at the last step, leaping back a few feet with minor acceleration from a conjured burst of wind to evade. The nodachi cut his left side of his waist, a flesh wound before the evasion was complete.
Jordan stood a few feet away, taking hold of his spears and swinging them at Synile. Focused gusts of razor wind came hurtling at Synile's body. As if he could sense the nature of the attack coming after him, he ran and leaped behind debris and other obstacles to take the brunt force as the wind tore them apart. Jordan swung his spear again, this time creating a massive burst of wind of tremendous force. If he wasn't going to cut him, he'd sure as hell toss him into the side of the nearest building.
Edited by JRPomazon, 03 June 2012 - 06:08 PM.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 12:29 AM
Synile was tossed in the air as the wind took him off his feet. He controlled his landing, flipping backwards and landing on the dusty ground. His sword plunged into the earth to keep him still as the gust died down. The instant the wind became bearable, the madman pulled his nodachi from the ground, flinging piece of dirt in Jordan's direction. As the dirt clod exploded into a cloud of dust as it hit Jordan's chest, he couldn't help but blink for only a second. One second. Synile took advantage of the handicap and charged at Jordan savagely as his muscles contorted oddly as he briskly closed the distance between the two. One swing, the force knocking a spear from Jordan's hands and sending it out of reach. Synile followed with another swing blocked with a clash from Jordan's last spear. In only seconds, Jordan was back on the defensive and holding back a flurry of strikes and slashes.
Synile swung high, his blade rising from below as if it were to cleave him from the waist up. Jordan met with another block. However, the force from this swing was far greater than Jordan anticipatied. Unable to keep his feet on the ground, Jordan dropped his last weapon and was knocked back a considerable distance at the feet of Ken, Shadow and the others. Synile did not pursue. He merely looked on, sizing up his opponents. Picking his next move with leisure. He was mocking them.
"This is going to be harder than I thought." Jordan said out loud.
Edited by JRPomazon, 09 June 2012 - 01:02 AM.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 01:58 AM
Synile swung the cursed blade at the android, but it was met by Turtlelot's armored arm before it could build up enough momentum to do any real damage. Without a moment's hesitation, the metal man grabbed Synile's throat with a crushing force. Before Turtlelot could strangle Synile, the metal man sensed a surge of power from his cursed sword, and the madman overpowered him long enough to force Turtlelot back.
Before either of them made another move, Turtlelot looked back at his allies and said "Aim for the nodachi, it's giving him power!" Just as he announced his discovery, Synile charged him once again.
Posted 09 June 2012 - 01:46 PM
...The dust cloud of the Imperial patrol in the distance was rapidly nearing them. They were really cruising... it would only be a few minutes before they arrived. That was bad, very bad.
And Synile didn't seem to be aware of it - or more likely he just didn't care - and pressed on with his assault. Seeing his chance to get a hit in, Shadow met his charge with his lightning speed and they clashed weapons... but the ex-general's sword-swing was a feint. His feet were every bit as dangerous as his blade; with their weapons locked with each other, he brought one of those feet into Synile's midsection harshly, then followed up by planting the other into his face. He fell back to the ground from the force. Eager to end this quickly, Shadow went in with his sword to attack the hand holding the nodachi - but Synile was quickly to recover, Shadow's black sword missing by what had to be an inch. He pushed him back with a kick charged with his chaotic energy, before jumping back himself.
...Well, Shadow guessed relieving Synile of the nodachi was the right way to go, seeing how defensive he was about it...
A very unpleasant stabbing pain rang through his chest where he had been kicked. He clutched it with his free hand, looking down and seeing the trademark purple and white sparks synonymous with his... condition. "Shit..." he cursed in his mind.
What is this? What is happening to you?
He whispered to Phoenix, "It's nothing, don't worry... well, as long as he doesn't hit me with any more of that energy..."
That is not very reassuring.
For pete's sake, he didn't have time to explain this to his spirit-buddy now. Much less everyone else. He turned back to the approaching patrol... still coming, and in their direction now. Damn it all, why did they have to pick now to be prompt!? At this rate, they'd never get the nodachi away from its wielder in time. "Damn... I don't suppose any of you have a plan to relieve him of his weapon in less than five minutes?"
Edited by SL the Pyro, 09 June 2012 - 01:51 PM.
Posted 12 June 2012 - 12:24 AM
Leering at the nodachi, Ken's grip tightened on his ancestral blade.
“Break,” he spoke the single syllable as though it were a command.
Charging forward, Ken swung his hefty blade in an upwards diagonal, which Synile managed to easily dodge. But then again, the man was no longer his target. After the few failed attempts to hit the madman, Synile saw an opening and went for an overhead strike. Managing to move to the side, Ken avoided the attack and swung his own sword down on top, striking the nodachi into the dirt as the aura on Ken's blade sparked off. Synile easily pulled it out of course, and continued his own assault.
Using the weight of his sword to his advantage, Ken deftly evaded the nodachi's strikes and occasional throws of that magic, slaming his own sword into the nodachi when he could. If they could not seperate him from the nodachi, they had to try to break it, or at least weaken it. And hopefully his continued strikes would do something.
Posted 15 June 2012 - 11:58 PM
Synile smirked. The nodachi was by no means a small sword, but the blade was narrow. With but a skillful twist of the wrist the heftier blade would glance the blade, and slide down like rain on a roof. But make no mistake. Keeping Ken and his sword at bay was no simple task. Synile needed to change the pace of things, and he needed to do so quickly. He was exposed. Once the others noticed it would only be a matter of time.
Synile crossed the nodachi in his right hand with the katana in his left, catching Ken's blade in a scissor. With a swirl of the right wrist, Synile diverted Ken's blade into the soil and simultaneously took a slash at the masked warrior with a flick of the left wrist. However, Ken was more agile than Synile had anticipated and managed to avoid the swipe. But now he was off balance. Synile quickly followed through with a kick to Ken's midsection.
As prideful as Synile was, it was starting to look like this was a contest he would not escape unscathed. As appealing as a fight to the death was, there were places to go. It was still too soon. Synile needed to see Chikara's capitol.
"Miscreants, stop this in the name of the Goddess!" The patrol had arrived. The soldiers had definitely noticed Synile's handiwork. What would normally have been a lightly armored city watch patrol more closely resembled a heavily armored legion, prepared for full fledged war. Hard to blame them. At least one fifth of the city was ablaze, with lengthy casualty lists that were still incomplete. Synile would make sure the casualty list was incomplete.
"Drop your weapons and identify yourselves now!" a man with a halberd yelled. There appeared to be roughly twenty soldiers, and many of them carried pole-arms.
"Yes!" Synile's eyes gleamed with a dangerous energy. "Arrest these men! I am but a wandering swordsman, passing through. Then this group of bitter Calatian sympathizers started setting fires, and putting people to the sword! It was horrible!"
Posted 19 June 2012 - 10:57 AM
"Synile, you traitorous bastard!" Turtlelot exclaimed as he charged the madman, not allowing him to properly retaliate. Turtlelot landed in a few good punches before Synile could fend him off again.
The Koridian soldiers froze in their tracks from what they heard the android exclaim. Every man of the Koridian army knew that name, and rightfully so. Synile had earned a reputation from his bloodlust and cruelty to both Koridian and Calatian alike. The soldiers began to whisper amongst themselves, discussing what they should do next.
Edited by Sir Turtlelot, 19 June 2012 - 10:57 AM.
Posted 19 June 2012 - 11:37 AM
Everyone stared in an awkward silence as they watched the madman laugh. If this were a joke he was the only one that got it. "I just HAD to see the look on your faces. Truthfully I don't particularly CARE." And with that, Synile broke the neck of the closest guard. As the men readied their weapons to apprehend the insane warrior, it was already too late. In Synile's ploy, everyone had neglected one crucial piece of information. The entirety of the Koridian patrol was standing in the lingering shadow of a large building. Synile stabbed the tip of his blade into the earth, and within seconds an eruption of sickly contorted thin oily black spikes had put holes in the guardsmen.
"Now boys. I do have a date to keep. Good luck dealing with... Well... YOU'LL see."
Just as Synile turned his back upon the Calatian party one of the corpses had began to twitch. Slowly, the horrified party looked as the dead Koridians seemed to come back to life.
"Hurry now!" Synile shouted back towards the group. "Before I leave I'll make sure this entire town is full of friends for you to play with."
The long, drawn out cackle of the unhinged man was heard reverberating throughout the buildings that had yet to catch fire, and the man himself disappeared through the smoke.
Posted 21 June 2012 - 07:39 AM
“Shadow, use your fire to burn them down!” shouted Leo. Glancing over, he noticed the ex-Koridaian General acting as though he were wounded. “Are you alright?”
Posted 22 June 2012 - 01:57 AM
Frustrated, maybe even a little dumbfounded. Those would be the words to describe how Jordan felt when the group of reanimated guards rose and charged after him and the others while Synile escaped in a cloud of smoke. A fire suddenly burst where he had been, making it nearly impossible to follow him through. Leo had taken steps to defend himself from the new enemies and was met with some success. Shadow looked quite injured. Jordan decided to fend off his new enemies, only to remember all too quickly that his weapons had be scattered in the last blow Synile dealt him. He quickly attempted to scan for them visually but to his dismay he could not locate them by sight alone. Fight barehanded? No, far too reckless. His hands had just finished healing from the last time he used wind manipulation with his hands to block Synile's attack on Snowpeak. No rods or blades to be found anywhere.
He turned around to find Eivor pulling a familiar bundle bag from the wreck of the inn. The twin spears contained inside it. He ran over to her and grabbed both weapons, their cloaked appearance vanishing as they took their respected appearances.
"Thank you. Now PLEASE go back to the carraige." Jordan said, quickly asserting the fact that Eivor's safety was no longer guaranteed.
"He'll kill everyone here, you need to stop him!" She shouted.
Cries could be heard from not too far off, as Synile increased his numbers with more slaughtering. Though the sun was rising, the shadows were still great in number. He'd have no issues wiping this town off the map. But as he was now, he'd be too powerful for Jordan on his own. He'd only accomplish to throw his life away. From the darkened alleyways, a few more recently "inducted" members to Synile's band of forsaken warriors came coming towards Leo and the others. Those numbers were only going to grow and they'd be fighting more than just a simple squad.
Jordan help out the black spear Cain Kazen.
"I need your help." He said quietly.
"Understood. I'll stop him."
Jordan turned around to find the sudden reappearance of his double, facing the flames where Synile escaped. He was no longer dressed in the old green armor that he dawned in their previous meeting but in the same garbs as he was wearing. He looked on him, feeling more dumbfounded than frustrated. Without another word, he leaped into the air and landed on the other side of wreckage and flames. As he vanished from view, he noticed that he was only holding the ivory spear Abel Stozen. Jordan turned his attention to the horde in front of him. Taking the spear with both hands, he rushed over to meet these unfortunate guards and place them out of their misery.
Posted 30 June 2012 - 10:23 PM
"Yeah, I'm good... he just kicked me a little harder than I thought. Stand clear, I'll take them out."
No point in over-complicating things with his unique condition. And right now, he didn't even want to try to think about why there were two Jordans, though he'd definitely be asking later. Making sure the sparking had stopped, he finally removed his hand and started spawning fire sigils in the air around him, ready to blow away the zombies that weren't on the side Jordan was taking care of. It was a good thing the citizens had fled the immediate area; it meant he wouldn't have to skimp on the power. And considering these weren't natural zombies, but rather zombies beefed up on Synile's strange energy, he didn't want to skimp either.
A torrent of powerful fireballs surged forth from the sigils, turning the section of street into what would look like a river of fire from above in a second, before turning into a large and forceful explosion the next. The rush of hot wind was a sobering reminder that he didn't cut loose too often... and when the smoke cleared, the new crater in the street and the exploded zombies that occupied it gave clear evidence as to why he didn't. Unfortunately, it was only half of the zombies that were destroyed; the other half, most likely due to being more fit than the others, had survived and were still coming. Synile's power had made them resilient indeed... but they were surely weakened by the attack. They wouldn't be a threat now, so he went in to start finishing them off. Surely Synile didn't think these zombies would stop such a group of warriors...
He had to have been aware. Getting the group arrested would slow them down for all of a minute. Shadow was more disappointed that he couldn't have used the Koridian patrol to their advantage: feigning capture for "rebelling against the new Goddess" would be a wonderful and fast way to get to the Arbiter's Grounds, probably before Synile could. A missed opportunity for sure...
Damn. Now they'd really have to hurry. He did a quick head count and gave orders to the group; hopefully they wouldn't take offense to it. "Okay, anyone that isn't Jordan or myself, get any remaining townspeople to safety and get the carriage and our supplies ready to go. If we can't stop Synile here, he'll know we're a threat and beeline for the Arbiter's Grounds, so we can't afford to lose any more time."
Posted 08 July 2012 - 09:18 PM
Hesitating again, Eivor then pointed in the direction of the screaming people. “Where about Synile?!” she screamed. “He’s still murdering women and children!”
Pausing a moment to fire off a few shots at approaching undead and hacking them down with the Noreshang, Leo replied, “Looks like ‘Jordan’s’ got that covered,” pointing at the sudden appearance of a man identical to their friend. He was just as dumbfounded as Eivor by the double, but pushed it aside. There were more urgent matters at hand. Seeing all the carnage, he reached for the White Eye Kao and handed it to Eivor.
“You’ll need this in case those things start heading for our stuff; it’s pretty light so you shouldn’t have any trouble using it.”
Taken back for a moment, she accepted the weapon. “Thank you, General. I’ll make sure to keep it intact for you afterwards.” Snapping the reins, Eivor led the carriage to a safe distance. Leo’s goat bawled and ran around in circles, clearly terrified by all the action that was happening.
“Get going!” said the dwarf insistently; taking a carrot from his pouch, he tossed it in the direction of the carriage. Immediately, the goat turned and trotted off. After eating up the carrot, it made and followed Eivor.
Now running towards the part of the town that Synile had not yet ravaged, Leo hefted the Noreshang; glancing at the weapon, he noted a few subtle changes in its appearance and feel. The blades of the Sky Axe looked less worn, sharper, and a gold line ran down its length. It also seemed to fit in his hand more easily, as though the Noreshang was starting to adapt to him. I wonder why it’s doing this now? He had been in possession of it for a long time, and nothing like this had happened in that period. Thinking back on Juvenal’s words and the weapon’s purpose, Leo concluded that it was likely the presence of Synile’s dark power amplified through the dead Koridaians that reactivated the Noreshang’s full potential. Or something along those lines.
Knocked out of his thoughts by a jumping undead, Leo reflexively swung the Noreshang upwards, slashing a clean cut through the zombie’s torso and taking off its left arm. As it struggled to regain its balance, the dwarf took advantage of the opening and sliced off the former’s head with another swing. There we go. Checking each house by house for any remaining survivors, Leo looked across the street and saw what appeared to be a smithy. Running quickly across, he looked around for any potential equipment that could be useful. Most of his heavy equipment was either in bags on his goat’s bridle or in the back of the carriage, so all Leo had on was his standard hauberk and leggings. There wasn’t exactly a zombie army yet, so it would suffice; still, he’d prefer to have something heavy.
Looking towards the anvils, Leo spotted what seemed to be a kite shield and hefted it in his left hand. Should do for now. Heading back out of the entrance, he analyzed his surroundings, then moved as quietly as possible towards the screaming. Leo continued his procedure of checking each house for survivors, and was wondering where they had all went. It’s a small town; maybe they got out already.
He’d rather not think of the alternative.
Up ahead, he saw a trio of zombies jogging (or walking quickly) towards what seemed to be a larger house; screams could be heard from the inside. Quickening his pace, Leo set down the Noreshang for a moment and reached for his combat knife; drawing it, he deftly threw it into the head of the closest zombie, causing to stumble forward directly into the glass window. The other 2 then turned their attention to him, moving forward with open, drooling mouths. Hefting the Noreshang, Leo blocked the swinging arms of the first with his shield as he tried to fight off the other. Unfortunately, without much of Shadow’s fire around, these Koridaian undead were much harder to fend off. At this point in time, a flamethrower-type deal would be nice.
Leo’s wish was granted almost immediately as the 1st zombie that had charged him suddenly lit up in flames; the 2nd was taken off-balance enough that the dwarf took advantage of the diversion to cleanly decapitate it. The remaining zombie continued to burn, its body no longer able to support its burning weight. Looking for his rescuer, Leo was surprised to see a middle-aged woman, holding a burning torch in her arms. From her clothing, he judged her to be a teacher, a petrified look of fear on her face.
Giving her a nod of thanks, Leo pointed to the building. “Are there others?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze from the burning corpse. The torch fell from her hand onto the dirt road.
“Good. I want you take everybody and get all those people out of here. Don’t bring anything, just go.” Nodding, she ran back into the building; slinging the shield onto his back and picking up the fallen torch, Leo continued his search for any remaining villagers.
Posted 09 July 2012 - 09:36 AM
There! Turtlelot could feel the sword's presence, but after taking a few steps towards it, he found himself immobilized by the number of undead clinging onto him. "Get off of me, you wretched creatures!" Turtlelot exclaimed while throwing one of zombies into the rubble. After collapsing to the ground, the metal man reached into the rubble where he sensed the sword's power. He reached as far as he could, feeling that the sword was almost in his grasp, as the undead piled on top him.
A blinding light shot out of every open area of the ruined inn, and a few moments later Turtlelot walked out of the front, wielding his holy blade. The undead once immobilizing him had all been vaporized by the flash of light. He stepped out of the inn just in time to hear Shadow's orders. "Okay, anyone that isn't Jordan or myself, get any remaining townspeople to safety and get the carriage and our supplies ready to go. If we can't stop Synile here, he'll know we're a threat and beeline for the Arbiter's Grounds, so we can't afford to lose any more time." Turtlelot nodded in understanding, and went to the already burning part of town, since Eivor took Winston with her and Leo was already headed for the untouched side.
The destroyed part of town was engulfed in flames. Most of the buildings were still intact, since the fire was still fresh, but it would only be a matter of time before they began to cave in. Turtlelot listened closely for any voices, since the only obvious sounds that could be heard were the buildings burning.
The iron giant heard cries for help from the inside of a burning store. As he kicked in the door, he could see a mother and three children trapped in the corner, with part of the burning ceiling collapsed around them. "Please help us!" The mother screamed, her eyes covered in tears. His options were limited, he couldn't blast the fire with a shot from the sword, the family was too close and would be hit with debris. He would have to move it by hand. Turtlelot ran over and lifted the burning boards up with his superhuman strength. "Go, NOW!" Turtlelot yelled as he held the extremely hot wood. The mother grabbed her three children and ran for the door. Just as the metal man dropped the burning boards he was holding, he turned to see more boards start to fall where the family was running to. Turtlelot ran as fast as he could and used his height and his own body to stop the boards from collapsing onto the family as they exited the building. Moments later Turtlelot let boards collapse as he too left the burning building. "Is there anyone else on this side town." The mother shook her head. "Not that I know of." "Good, now take your family and go, don't go back into any of the buildings." The mother nodded as she and her children ran and joined a group of people exiting the town.
As Turtlelot continued his search, he saw Leo on the other side of town. He called out "Leo! How you found anyone else?"
Posted 09 July 2012 - 04:43 PM
Hearing a familiar voice shout across to him from a distance away, Leo looked in that direction and moved quickly towards Turtlelot. “All clear over here,” he hollered back. Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, the dwarf stopped for a moment, scanning the area around him.
Walking up to Turtlelot, Leo gave what was left of the Koridaian village a hard look; buildings aflame, the corpses of those that could not escape Synile or his zombies littering the dirt roads flowing with blood. “As you can probably guess, I have no love for the Empire, but this is definitely cutting a line, assuming Synile is doing all this on behalf of Calatia, which I doubt.”
Shouldering the Noreshang, Leo turned his head towards Turtlelot. “Do you think that, assuming we can catch up to him again, Synile can be stopped by the 5 of us?” He didn’t bother counting in Eivor, as she already had the difficult task of keeping their remaining supplies safe, plus fending off any zombies that came after her.
Posted 12 July 2012 - 10:49 AM
The group had splintered off to their own fights, containing the enslaved corpses of fallen villagers and preventing any unnecessary carnage. The ones that were directly in Jordan and Shadow's way were dealt with in a flurry of fireballs and spear strikes. The area was cleared, nothing but dust clouds from recent demolitions and flames. But that wasn't the concern on Jordan's mind, it was on finding Synile. And in a way, he was already on that problem.
Leaping from rooftops, Jordan's double kept his eyes trained on the ground for Synile. A single flash of his blade would be enough to find him. But the scattered dead villagers was close enough to make an assumption. He leaped to the ground, his landing raising a dust cloud upon impact which was scattered as he dashed towards a dark alley. He thrust the black spear Cain Kazen towards his unseen target. Sure enough, it was met with the clash of the nodachi's blade. Synile's smile directly behind the shining blade. This "Jordan" said nothing as he backed off. Synile crept from the shadows slowly, examining his opponent.
"Hmm. You're different." He said, cocking his head to the side.
Jordan stood fast, unfazed by Synile unnatural motions or by the recently slain villagers around them. There was only one thing on his mind. Containment.
He dashed again, not letting Synile take the chance to go on the offensive. His mind was completely focused on the battle. Synile attempted to look through his enemies defensive both physical and mental. Get under his skin both physically and mentally. Exploit him both physically and mentally. Crush and devastate him both both physically and mentally. But search as he might as the two warriors clashed in the blood stained streets, he couldn't sense that all too familiar human weakness. Where was the loss? Where was the pain? Where was the loose thread, that loose strand that would unravel a man into nothing but a pile of string? He was different and impossible to read. The monster in the sword, in Synile's mind grew restless. He need that weakness to exploit. He needed to dangle it in front of him and kill him with it. HE NEEDED IT NOW. The attacks became more vicious, swings and slashes becoming faster and unpredictable. Jordan met each strike that Synile manage to swing his way and attempted one of his own but it was Jordan attacking more than the madman. He used great force to knock Jordan away with an upward swing, a defensive measure to get some space between them.
Jordan quickly recovered and regained his stance.
"Allowing you to live is impossible. Prepare yourself, your life ends here."
"Oh really now?"
He plunged the nodachi into the earth, shadows from the buildings and wreckage gathered together and spread out to the fallen villagers, animating their bodies to fight on Synile's behalf. They rose slowly, their faces trapped in pained and horrid expressions. They began to come toward Jordan. In almost an instant, Jordan swung his spear around him, the wind slicing the corpses into two in a mist of blood. You could almost taste the iron in the air as the halved corpses fell back into their dreamless sleep. And all that time, Jordan kept his eyes on Synile.
Edited by JRPomazon, 12 July 2012 - 10:50 AM.
Posted 14 July 2012 - 12:32 AM
Eventually coming to the edge of the village, Ken saw a young male, barely a young man, wielding a worn sword and shield, attempting to protect a fleeing group of others. Friends, family perhaps? Whoever they were, the young man was fighting for all he was worth, but fatigue was already effecting him. A zombie had managed to knock him down, and was ready to strike a deathblow when Ken came charging in. Charging in from the side, Ken swung down his sword in a large arc, crashing down on the zombie, before swinging it upward to send a second one flying several meters.
The young man and his fellow villagers stared at Ken, a mix of gratitude for his act, and fear for how his savior looked, wearing that wolf mask. The wolf warrior walked over and gripped the villager by his wrist.
“Gah! What are yo-”
Ken pulled him up and jerked a finger to the villager's fellows.
“Go, run,” Ken simply commanded, before he turned back, seeing another zombie emerge from the village. Making another charge, he went for the undead creature, swiping at it with a horizontal strike, the large blade cleaving the body in half.
The young man stared for a moment at the Ken before turning and running, glancing over his shoulder from time to time to see a glimpse of the wolf warrior.
Posted 16 July 2012 - 09:06 AM
Before he could say anymore, he heard the dwarf ask, “Do you think that, assuming we can catch up to him again, Synile can be stopped by the 5 of us?” Turtlelot paused briefly before replying , "It is not a matter of whether he can be stopped, but rather that he must be stopped. Come on, we have to find him before he wreak anymore havoc."
The duo took off after the screams, scanning all parts of the village they passed, until they heard two familiar voices.
"Allowing you to live is impossible. Prepare yourself, your life ends here."
"Oh really now?"
The two approached the voices, seeing that Jordan had confronted Synile, though something seemed a little different about him, but no matter, there was a far larger problem at hand. Turtlelot gave Leo a silent message before confronting the mad man as well.
"He's right Synile, it all ends here." Turtlelot said as he walked forward. Jordan's double was on the other side of Synile, giving them a slight advantage.
Posted 16 July 2012 - 09:08 PM
With one sentence, Synile became as fury incarnate. A flurry of slashes rained down upon the android. Had the Sword of Diel not already been in his hands he wouldn't have had time to defend himself. "SYNILE IS GONE. THIS BODY IS MINE." This Jordan wasn't one to miss such an opportunity. As Synile pressed Turtlelot, Jordan followed through with a flurry of thrusts all his own. The katana in Synile's left hand seemed like a knife when compared to the nodachi in his right, but the smaller blade was more than adequate to fend of Jordan's vorpal spear tip. Despite the odds it was Synile's presence that filled the alley.
For now Jordan was the most immediate threat. Synile's nodachi had carved the walls on either side of the alley during his attack on Turtlelot, This place was definitely more suited for piercing weapons. Now Synile was staring down the shaft of the Cain Kazen. The design of the weapon suited the steely resolve Jordan wore upon his face. While never turning his back to either aggressor, Synile managed to hold his ground, but continuing in this manner would only get himself killed. Synile had to act fast. Between the fires and the rising sun, precious little darkness remained. But Synile always had a talent for turning the odds to his favor.
Jordan and Turtlelot were pressing their individual attacks, and had accidentally synchronized their blows. In a split second Synile threw himself backwards, parrying the Cain Kazen and the Sword of Diel into each other. The clash creates sparks. Sparks create light. Light create shadows. Synile stabs the tip of both swords into separate shadows and suddenly Jordan and Turtlelot are both engulfed in darkness.
Posted 20 July 2012 - 09:01 AM
Not a moment after their weapons met, Synile cast them both into a strange darkness. Inside the darkness, there was nothing, simply a black void. It would take more than desperate shadow magic to stop their battle. Using Diel's sword, Turtlelot sent light into every corner of the void. As the dark magic dispersed, Turtlelot was brought back into reality. Synile looked on in anger as both warriors had escaped his trap.
The two warriors charged Synile once again, but the madman seemed to have regained a bit a power from before. Strange, but nothing too unusual, probably just his reserve tanks of power before it was all gone. As their battle continued, Synile managed to hit Turtlelot down the alley, with sych incredible strength, that the android crashed into the wall of a building several meters away. As the metal stood back to his feet, he knew something was not right, Synile could not have accomplished such a feat of strength, even at full power.
As Turtlelot dashed back to the battle, he had to watch as Synile broke Jordan's spear, and shoved his sword through his chest. "NO!!" Turtlelot yelled as he hit Synile off to the side like rag doll. The metal man briefly kneeled at his fallen comrade's side. He knew he was too late to save him. "Look out!" he heard from above as he saw the madman coming back at him. Turtlelot went to block his attack, but was once again sent flying down the alley. Turtlelot looked back to see Synile with one foot on Jordan's chest, causing more blood to gush out of his mouth, looking up at Leo as he prepared to fire a shot at him. "Pesky dwarf..." The dark warrior said as he caught Leo's bullet. He extended his arm and cast more shadow magic, though this time it engulfed Leo and rose up into the air. Turtlelot was forced to watch helplessly as Leo's silhouette struggled in the dark sphere. As it dissipated moments later, it only dropped a suit of armor with a broken skeleton inside. Synile looked over and said with a cruel grin. "If it makes you feel better, he suffered a painful death."
Turtlelot dashed towards Synile exclaiming "You Bastard!!" Turtlelot leaped into the air and slammed his holy sword into Synile's blade with all his strength. Nothing. Synile didn't even budge. "I'm sure it's a feeling you're used to. Not being able to save your friends. Afterall, it's not like you were able to save the ones you had when you were alive." Turtlelot froze. "How could you... possibly know that." Synile broke into a fit of laughter. The now infuriated android let out a battle cry as he cut down the insane warrior. Synile simply faded away like an illusion. "What sort of trick is this?!" Turtlelot stopped once again and whispered. "The shadow magic..." The ground began to crack where the tip of Diel's blade struck. It eventually collapsed in, causing the metal man to fall into the void once more.
OoC: Just for clarification, with the exception of the very beginning, this entire post was an illusion created by Synile's shadow magic.
Edited by Master BiShredder, 22 July 2012 - 01:08 PM.
Posted 22 July 2012 - 02:50 PM
Until all of a sudden, a sphere of darkness came from the nodachi, surrounding both warriors. What the hell just happened? As he heard screams from the blackness that was apparently surrounding the two others, Leo took a few steps back, raised his rifle and fired out the few remaining rounds in the clip.
ooc: Sorry for the dullness, I actually had no idea what to have my guy do except shoot.
Posted 22 July 2012 - 07:16 PM
The sky was in chaos. Storm clouds passed over the unnatural orange colored sky, hailing and raining while the winds blew rampantly. The world had decided to come undone and all of it's creatures ran for whatever sanctuary they could hope to find. It was just as he remembered all those years ago. Even the taste of the air was the same. Jordan walked through the storm ravaged village that he had come to know since the early days of his training under his teacher Argus the Whirlwind Spear. It's people were to be the dying or the dead. He walked down the familiar path from the village square to the outskirts, through the grassy field that seemed to almost go on forever until he reached the foot of an impressive mountain and the lone cabin that had stood their for generations. He remembered clearly what happened next. He would burst down the door to the only place left he had called a home, find it in shambles with no sign of it's lone resident. Gwen. It's where his search for her began, among an upturned table and shattered plates and pots.
But as he opened the door, he found something else entirely. Not the interior to the home he so adored but on the summit of a mountain, devoid of all life as jagged rocks protruded from the surface. The bones of bodies littered the ground. The air was thin, almost stale with death underneath the same storm ridden sky. He had been on this mountain top before. Not long after Verden became the Cursed Lands. But why was he here of all places? He turned around and discovered a figure sitting on a rock, facing the other way and staring out into the horizon. Jordan walked towards this figure, an elder man hunched over in age. The top of his head was bald to his ears, although complemented by long white hair and a wild beard. But he paid no mind until he realized the old man was wearing an exact copy of his green armor and holding a spear.
His heart slowly began to sink.
Edited by JRPomazon, 29 July 2012 - 11:00 PM.
Posted 29 July 2012 - 01:57 AM
Shadow let out a huff of air. He wasn't quite exhilarated, nor was he quite exhausted, but somewhere in between. While he had guessed right about these zombies being more durable due to whatever mojo Synile pumped into them, it didn't change the fact that they were braindead. Felling them all just took a little more effort than normal. He frankly never understood why people feared zombies more than a homicidal maniac; one you realize they both need limbs to move and brains to move the limbs, and that disabling one or the other is easier on something that has no survival instincts...
...But he was letting his mind wander. He put it to better use by opening up his sixth sense, to sense the foul magic of these creatures in the town... but he could sense nothing, save for Synile's aura... the only zombies left had to be around him. The rest of the trade town was clear. The townspeople seemed to think so at least, as the ones who had been trapped were now evacuating their homes and heading down the nearest path out of here.
Alright then, the townspeople were as safe as they were going to get. The only thing left to do here was bring down Synile. And this time he had the chance to come up with a plan.
"Okay, so his zombies are gone, but Synile's proven he can take a hell of a beating... I need a way to hit him hard and fast..." he thought aloud. Fast was definitely not an issue, it was as much his modus operandi as his fire. But hard...?
Perhaps this is a good time to remind you that of all the supplies you left behind in the previous village, those in the back trolley of your carriage were not among them.
"Back trolley? What are you..."
The lightbulb in his head went off.
"Phoenix, you're a fucking genius."
Shadow's spirit companion just told him the best possible move for this situation, and he went off like a bullet towards where the carriage was hidden. And when he got there, he reached into the burlap covers and pulled out his latest best friends: a few sticks of Dynamyte.
He knew he would find a use for this stuff eventually, and was glad he kept a few stacks that hadn't been used in the Arbiter's Grounds bombing. A nice bundle of these was enough to sink a battleship... Synile had proven more durable than that, but Shadow wasn't aiming to kill him, just to stop his rampage. The punch from a single Dynamyte stick should be more than enough to subdue him, and luckily he still had the detonator... did he? He checked his tunic's hammerspace - yes, it was still there. Perfect. Having memorized the preparation procedure from Egann, he primed a single stick - though still kept a few on hand to light the old-fashioned way in case he flubbed it - and stashed everything away.
And there was even a silver lining to this: he'd never be blamed for the damage! Synile had zombified the only people he'd convinced that he wasn't the murderer! That poor idiot was going to wish he'd let the soldiers arrest the group...
Secret weapon ready to go, he dashed off to where he detected Synile's aura from.
Edited by SL the Pyro, 29 July 2012 - 02:00 AM.
Posted 30 July 2012 - 01:05 AM
"We have things under control." Jordan said to here as he approached her with the reigns in her hands.
"Get ready to leave when we return."
"I understand, now go."
Jordan turned around and ran off, heading towards the direction his other self had taken.
As Jordan approached the old man he could tell who he was. Or rather, who he was supposed to be. Me? The old man with the wild beard sitting on the rock with his hands on his knees? Despite his uneasiness the warrior could tell that this whole event was triggered by Synile's attack. He wondered how his other half would handle something like this but quickly shook his mind back to the matter at hand.
"Explain yourself." He asked the old man.
The old man's eyes began to slowly light up. It seemed that he had not seen another living thing in quite some time. The old man quietly mumbled to himself as if he was drifting back into sleep. Jordan did not share his lax nature and approached him for a more hostile interaction. A burst of wind came roaring out at Jordan, sending him back and fallen on the ground. The force itself was blunt, intended only to push back rather than slice through or maim. He got to his feet and grabbed his spear and looked on in shock as he looked at the old man. He hadn't moved from his spot on the rock. But no, that can't be right. Jordan quickly pondered how the old man could have attacked him so quickly and not move an inch. He had to have moved something, that's the only way Wind Manipulation works, if it was in fact wind manipulation. If this was even an older version of himself.
He saw the man move slightly, lowering his pointer finger slowly back in line with his hand as it rested on his boney knee. Jordan's eyes grew wide with disbelief. He did that ... with the soft flick of his finger. That gust was strong, abnormally strong for just a single finger flick. He lowered his spear as the pieces fell into place. This old man had complete control over Wind Manipulation. No, you're jumping to conclusions. You can't prove that just from a single observation.
"Have you no fear?"
The old man had broken his silence once again, still looking off into space.
"No, you must. All things have fear."
"I exercise caution when necessary." Jordan replied.
"Caution and fear are not the same. Are you telling me you don't have fear?" the old man asked again.
"And if I don't?" Jordan asked back.
The old man was quiet for a moment.
"Then . . . you value nothing . . . not even yourself."
Jordan took immediate offense and prepared his spear with total digression for what may happen next. The old man simply kept sitting on his rock and looked out to the horizon.
"I just kept running into trouble. Nothing mattered. Kept moving, looking for something but you never quite know where it is or what it might be. That sweet, fleeting feeling in the sun, right on the horizon. So I just kept running. Jumping. Almost like I was flying. But in the end I left so much behind me. Because you never stop. Never go back to see the damage done."
The old man's rambling did not phase Jordan.
"And all that time I was blind to what it was I was losing. And what it was I had lost."
Jordan looked down briefly, noticing the bones beneath his feet. The bones that scattered the entire summit of this mountain. His heart began to sink again. What had this man become?
"You spend your time running you'll never be able to hold on to anything. If only I knew that sooner. If only I could . . . just . . . just tell her I didn't mean it . . . that I was sorry . . . just say hello and goodbye one more time to everyone . . . everyone . . ."
The wind began to pick up more and more as the man kept talking. Jordan wasn't sure what he was looking at or what was happening. All he could feel was an everlasting sinking feeling in his chest. It just wouldn't stop.
Edited by JRPomazon, 30 July 2012 - 01:06 AM.
Posted 05 August 2012 - 02:46 PM
He walked up to one of the windows and looked out. At the foot of the ancient gothic castle was a forest of dead trees, which spanned until the end of the land mass. Other floating land masses with various kinds of landscapes could be seen off in the distance, all of which seemed to be floating above a vast ocean of vortexes of swirling dark energy. Turtlelot could even see his human reflection in the window. His long blond hair going down past his shoulders, accompanied by his long sage-like beard. He could see that he was wearing his Guardian armor, crimson plated armor with ornate golden trim, along with a gold cape.
After a few moments of gazing out the window, Turtlelot sensed a sudden aggressive will behind him. He leaped off to side, just as the aggressor's sword shattered the ornate window. Turtlelot looked up to face his adversary, which to his surprise was himself, or at least the latest incarnation of himself. The towering metal man charged once again, this time not leaving Turtlelot enough time to leap back. The blade was met by a golden barrier, which repelled the force of the android's attack and sent it right back at him, causing the metal to fly back a short distance. "You and your pathetic tricks." The android said, in a voice that was clearly not his own. "Shield magic was the only kind of magic I was ever any good at." Turtlelot said with a slight grin. Turtlelot's hands both became encompassed by a bright gold light, which quickly took form into a silver sword and shield. As the android began to charge once again, Turtlelot mumbled to himself before charging as well.
"I suppose this is how it's going to have to be then."
Posted 16 August 2012 - 01:26 PM
"I lost everyone . . . everything . . . why . . . why did I . . ."
Was this the point of this experience? To make this side of Jordan feel fear? Was that what Synile's attack was meant to do? To be defeated by one's own fears?
Jordan couldn't take this anymore and in his frustration lashed out against the old man. He dashed into the oncoming whirlwind of rock and bone, accelerating his own body with his own tailwind. He was easily knocked aside by a stray femur and was tossed into the wind's grasp. Quickly, his body was lifted high into the air as a helpless rag doll.
* * *
Jordan followed the trail of blood and fire from the inn throughout the town, hoping to find Synile before he had done two much damage. Running down the streets and through alleyways until eventually he got a clear view of Leo. He was just standing their, almost petrified. The smell of gunpowder in the air meant that he had fired shots. However, with Synile still standing no more than a few meters in front of them didn't bode well for the weapon's accuracy. Synile looked at him with a surprised look.
"Wait a minute, didn't I just . . . ah well, no matter." Synile said.
Jordan didn't see any sign of his double. Could he have gotten lost? Regardless, Jordan drew the white spear Abel Stozen and readied himself for another round of battle. The spear began to feel warm within Jordan's hands, a sensation he didn't understand. The spears felt like this when it was about to switch it's form with that of the other. Could he shift spears despite having his body separated? Without hesitating and with the utmost curiosity, he attempted to switch his weapon. Instantly, the black spear had taken the place of it's white counterpart and Jordan returned to the city. He looked around for a moment, disoriented as to what had just happened and how he managed to get his weapon back. He then saw Synile in front of him and quickly took the offensive.
* * *
Jordan was also disoriented as he suddenly found himself tossed in the air like a rag doll, falling quickly to a very unforgiving ground as the whirlwind spat him out. It registered quickly that he was falling down and swung his spear to create a sudden gust to push him up and soften his overall landing. He quickly looked ahead to find the old man, standing in the middle of the whirlwind. Jordan's eyes grew widen with disbelief.
"Is that supposed to be me?" He asked himself out loud.
OoC: Alright Alright, combination of dental surgery, Adventure Time t-shirt designs and general life kept me pretty busy. Sorry for not posting in so long. For people currently not in the business of dream jumping please feel free to write a post about regrouping. We've all sorta got scattered and it would be nice to have the characters meet up in the same place. Let's get this business started again.