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| Topic Started: Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:59 am (246 Views) | |
| Vyse | Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:59 am Post #1 |
 
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Vyse grimaced, some bandits had been raiding his caravans, killing three of his guards and stealing his supplies, high grade healing materials and items were always in demand, especially when he sold them for barely above their cost to manufacture, losing a single shipment was rather damaging to his company's finances, he needed to stop and kill them. He had wandered the area all around the floating city, searching on the ground while riding Umbriel, both of them were armored, Vyse wearing his new selkie armor, a copper helmet, and his four blades on his hips, his two extra arms folded up into a padded pocket in his vest, making him look pudgy. He hid amongst the trees near the river, he saw the bandits stacking the supplies they had stolen from him, it infuriated him, he could feel Umbriel's muscles tightening, ready to pounce. He tightened the grip on Umbriel with his knees, drawing his cutlass, Blitz, lightning curling along it's edge, his other hand drew forth Sopheur, the longsword glowing and shimmering, it's holy power and ghost slaying blade was perfect for bandit hunting. He smirked as Umbriel burst from hiding, one of her paws smashing down on a bandit, knocking him down and crushing him under her weight as Vyse used Sopheur to slice open the neck of another bandit. He turned to look at a boat, docking nearby, he didn't bother looking at who it was, he needed to kill the bandits, the best way to do it was to call out who he was, he was called a demon among bandits, he roared out, "I'm back in the bandit hunting game! Vyse Noclan here to slaughter those who would rob my company of money! None can kill the Noclan!" He felt Umbriel rush forward, swatting another man and knocking him into the water, he looked at the terrified bandits and roared as Umbriel did, sounding more like a beast then a man. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:34 am Post #2 |
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There were two immediate thoughts that came to the pirates mind. First, that he would need to find himself some new bandit allies if these fools had gotten themselves caught. Second, that the war-cry that just caused ringing in his ears was not only really irritating, but somewhat familiar. He looked over the rail of his ship as it sat amongst the lake of the forest. An on-looker might be a bit curious how one could land the ship on a lake that had no rivers leading from it large enough to carry a ship, but Ahriman found that such questions were silly, silly things. He nodded to Allen, the young pirate understanding his captain's intentions. He had a habit of sticking his neck out where it didn't belong to defend people that had no business living longer, so far as the pirates were concerned. But they were down a man, and this wasn't the time to start poking their captain while he was down. The new first-mate set his jaw and kept about his business of loading goods, looking out now and again to see bandits rushing different directions. The pirate drew his cutlass, Isabella, his eyes tracing through the distant fight with some interest. There was about fifty paces between him and whatever idiot had decided to come stomping into his business transaction. He always found righteous types to be somewhat ironic. They went about stopping bad guys often using the exact same methods of those they felt were bad. Hypocrisy had a funny way of bringing a smile to the pirate's bearded face. Using his nimble feet, the pirate leaped from the ground up into one of the nearby trees, barring his teeth as he went. He left his scarf on the ship, not wanting to ruin the thing during this brawl. He had a feeling that he was going to have quite a bit of fun with this one, or die. Whichever came first, really. His eyes narrowed as he dropped behind the scene, watching as the last of the bandits that had been willing to let their boss escape fell to the man's weaponry. "Impressive weaponry, though the war-cry is escaping my memory. I always wonder why people insist upon ruining my business deals, but I suppose killing you will fix it well enough." He looked over the man, the rum haze that he was in keeping the thing nagging at him just out of his memory. For now all he saw was another outlet to vent his rage, another person to stab and slice and split apart in an attempt to banish the thoughts of Luka from his mind. Rage was what guided him now, and he had a feeling he would have all of it he could stand before the days out. He craned his neck slightly, a smile crossing his face, "Though I will admit I find your need for theatrics to be somewhat impressive, if a bit over the top." He was never a fan of theatrics, preferring more subtle methods. There was little point in spending more time doing something over the top when one could use a tactic of thunder-fast efficiency. The thought of it brought a smile to his face as a shadow passed over the scene of the pair - and the tiger. Elnora flew overhead, the lightning phoenix ready and willing to send thousands of volts of electricity coursing through the man, something that the pirate had used before to send other foes to an early grave. He never lost a flavor for a good tactic. |
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| Vyse | Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:50 am Post #3 |
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Vyse looked at the man, taking only a few moments before recognize an old friend, he sheathed the longsword and pulled up his helmet, allowing him to see his face, "Ahriman...? Ahriman, what are you doing here?! These bandits have been stealing my merchant company's goods... but if you're taking them to I won't hesitate to fight you to... I am Vyse Noclan, I fight as the head of the Noclan Merchant's Company, surrender or die." He put his helmet down, he charged towards Ahriman, only to dismount as she was running, sliding a few feet as he once again took out his longsword, the enchantment flaring up. Umbriel rushed the supplies, her large paws swiping at the men loading them, her roaring and bared fangs trying to scare off those coming near them, she had done this before, she understood her master's tactics, she needed to guard whatever boxes were laying about as her master fought and she made sure to keep people away from the boxes with the odd smell... yes, that scent was familiar, something her master moved around in those boxes... she always guarded them when she was allowed to go with him. She roared again, keeping anyone nearby on their toes, she was prepared to kill anyone who came near the boxes. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:52 am Post #4 |
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A sharp whistle from Ahriman caused the grating in the center of his ship to creak in, breaking open in a burst of rage as Mora was awoken from her slumber. Her eyes darted from place to place until it fell upon the cat, the strong muscles of the yeti tensing as it found it's target. Ahriman's face didn't change a bit as the yeti's fists became cold as ice, charging towards the tiger with rage, jumping from the ship and hurling itself towards the boxes. There was a sick intellect in it's actions. A yeti could claim many things, being a stupid creature was not one of them. She would use her bulk to her advantage, and put her lithe enemy down as quickly as possible, before she could be chipped and withered by powerful claws and feline intellect. It was the sort of thing one learned when fighting for their life in the wilds. Ahriman spun his Isabella through the air as Vyse recognized him, his mind finally flickering through what he was supposed to be remembering. He recalled helping the lad search down a man he was looking for, though the information came at a price. He also recalled saving his hide more then once, and at least once had the lad returned the favor. He nodded his head in the direction of Cascadia, shaking his head lightly, ""You'll want to go home, Vyse Noclan. You'll find any battle that you can fight here won't be one that you can truly win. No matter what your life has bought you, there are some things just not worth fighting for. This particular route is one of them." He lifted his blade, running his tongue along his teeth, Denza, Isabella." Lightning cracked and popped as it formed around the edges of his blade. It arced over the handle of the weapon now and again, but would not touch his flesh. It was the sort of thing that the captain had gotten used to, like being without his abilities to control the shadows. Now he relied on his own personal strength, something that he didn't wish to do often since he left his homeland. He preferred guile, stealth and subtlety being the sort of work he looked up to. But alas, there were times when subtlety just wasn't the sort of thing that the situation required. He shrugged, "But to be honest I don't much care. If this is going to be a fight let's just get on with it. If I'm gonna end my day in a shallow grave or enjoying a drink I'd like to know now, not later." There was no mirth or joking tone in his voice, not like it used to have. Valentine had made sure that even in his death, he had taken something from the pirate. Even if he returned home like his late-father had hoped he would one day, after what had been taken he knew he would be just as bad as his brother now. So far gone was he, he found himself smiling at the thought of real battle. Oh, it had been so long since he got his blood to truly pump! It would be an exciting event, to be sure. He couldn't help but rub his chin, the unkempt beard there prickling against his fingers. He and Isabella would have such a beautiful dance tonight. |
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| Vyse | Mon Aug 22, 2011 7:10 pm Post #5 |
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Vyse growled, "Ahriman, if you're not going to give back what was stolen from me, I will fight you for it. As for your Yeti, it can't win against Umbriel, she's stronger, faster, and smarter then most dire tigers... not to mention her armor, let's settle this one on one, just you and me, if you win Umbriel backs off and you get the supplies, if I win, leave what supplies aren't in your ship and you can still leave with a minor profit instead of losing it all, do you accept this deal?" Vyse wasn't sure he'd actually accept it... he liked Ahriman but he wasn't afraid of fighting him, what worried him were his two pets, the yeti and the thunder bird, while Umbriel could handle the yeti with her speed and easily keep on the defensive, the thunder bird could just zap them both and call it a day, if Ahriman wouldn't accept the terms this would be a much harder fight then normal, he should have brought Niteo with him... he might be able to draw the cursed blade since he doubted it would cause Ahriman to revert to a pitiful child-like state. He ground his heels into the ground, his pudgy stomach disappearing as an extra set of arms came out, picking out the two other weapons, Lita and Fenrir, ice covering Fenrir as Lita shimmered and gave a off an odd grey glow. He spun his blades, "Ahriman... whether or not you agree to the duel is your decision, but either way I'll be going all out, I have a responsibility to deliver those supplies to people who actually need them. Now make your decision... then we will fight till one of us surrenders." He didn't want to kill Ahriman... but he would if he had to, his company was his first priority, friends and family were second. Umbriel growled at the yeti as she started to pace, never letting the Yeti out of her sight, if it attacked her she would simply rip it to shreds, the yeti was nothing compared to her. He let her claws extend, she bared her fangs and roared, matching the yeti's ferocity with her own. ((OOC:Lita is a Lan De Yue Jia and Fenrir is a Sarilyn Blade.)) |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:42 am Post #6 |
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Ahriman's eyes narrowed as he turned to see his yeti. He was quite sure that Mora and Elnora could handle themselves well enough, even against a creature like that tiger. Still, he was a man of honor, even though he wasn't part of the Royal Court of Meridian any longer, he still held true to the beliefs of the warrior. He tapped his hand on the rapier on his hip, nodding, " Fine, As a warrior of the Court of Meridian I accept your challenge, and will honor whatever comes of this deal. That goes for my crew as well." He let out a sharp whistle, warning his pets to stand down. Mora simply complied, but a caw came from overhead. Elnora didn't seem to enjoy the idea. In truth, he didn't either. He had no idea what to expect from the lad, especially after having seen the two extra arms sprout from beneath his clothing. He would just have to rely on his swordsmanship and hope that the use of more then two arms decreased the lad's abilities. Either way, whatever the outcome of this fight he would accept it stoically. He strafed around the four armed man, his eyes narrowing. He felt an uncomfortable feeling from the glowing blades that the warrior had drawn, perhaps more-so disturbing then the fact that he had four arms. The pirate kept his composure, however, having seen plenty in his life to know to keep a strong poker face on. He pulled his scarf off of his face, wrapping it around his waist to keep it from being torn in the battle, or grabbed as it were. That would end the fight immediately, especially if the pirate went about his normal tactics of battle. When he finished a half circle around his foe he twirled his blade, rushing forward with Isabella sparking wildly. He brought the blade in a sidewards arc, ducking himself low and rolling backwards as soon as the blade made contact of any kind. The enchantment on the blade would be enough to do his work, for now. He felt his limbs tingling, his eyes narrowing further. Each movement made his mind flash with images of past battles, ones that didn't have such lucky outcomes, or easy ones at that. The crew watched on, leaning over the rails to try and keep a steady look on the fight. None of them moved to assist in the battle, not out of any sense of fear but out of an understanding that the Captain needed to show his strength to his opponent. Whatever strength or spell-work that the enemy had, each one of them had faith that Ahriman Lordimar, Prince of the seas, would guide them to a victory today. If he didn't, the lot of them would likely be out of a boss. |
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| Vyse | Fri Aug 26, 2011 2:53 am Post #7 |
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Vyse nodded, he was glad there was still some of Ahriman left in that pirate shell, he smiled as he saw the pets back off, Umbriel wouldn't have to fight then, good, she could guard the cargo. He followed Ahriman as he circled him, turning with him, his blades poised to attack and defend as necessary, he smirked as Ahriman rushed in, trying to attack him with that electric blade... he almost wanted to block with his own cutlass to see if the charges would negate each other... or if they would both be shocked. He decided that was a bit to risky, instead he hopped backward to avoid the strike, rushing forward in a storm of blades, his lightning cutlass slashing at his chest, his frost blade thrusting at his leg, the holy blade trying to cut off Ahriman's left arm, and his final wounding enchanted blade slashing at his stomach, trying to cause a wide enough slash for Ahriman to quit from the bleeding, he needed to win this battle fast. Vyse kept up his flurry of slashes and thrusts, mixing in feints to try and keep Ahriman guessing, he was using his full strength behind his attacks, if Ahriman blocked any of his strikes he'd find some power behind Vyse's strikes, power to rival a dragon's own strength. Vyse smirked behind his helmet, he needed to keep his strikes quick, using his natural speed in combination with a dragon's strength and his masterful fighting style with two weapons, he was a tornado of carnage, he had reduced men to bloody mists, Ahriman would see just how far he had come. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:51 am Post #8 |
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Ahriman found himself on the defensive, his swift feet and skill at the art of dodging being all that kept him from certain death at the whirl of blades. With luck the extra arms would decrease the man's skills, having to focus on more arms then just the original two that he had been using for the bulk of his life. He somehow doubted that his luck would start now, but he left it at that. He could feel an extra strength in the wind with each strike, gritting his teeth as one of them barely passed by the side of his head. "Ye seem to have picked up a few tricks, shame really." He ducked his head, slapping the side of his blade against the flat of the blade that came in on him. His opponent would find that force was the one thing that the pirate would never abide to be used against him. He felt his arm almost wish to move with the momentum the strength behind the swing caused, choosing to instead use it to enter into a roll to make some distance between the pair, ducking behind a tree as he began to chant the beginnings of a spell, cutting himself off as he rolled out of the way of another blow. The pirate bit into his tongue lightly as he rolled around another strike, starting to stab forward after each blow that came in at him, electric sparking through the air with each swing of the beautifully crafted blade. He kept muttering the words for the spell beneath his breath, somewhat annoyed that he hadn't paid as much attention as he should have when his teacher was explaining the more intricate parts of spell work to him during his childhood. It was damn near miraculous the pirate had lived as long as he had with what little knowledge he actually retained from his tutelage. Miracles, eh? He chuckled at that, falling into a mild pattern of movement, leaving room between him and the whirlwind of blades in front of him so he could easily use his alacrity to climb into the nearest tree and use his skills on his feet to keep an advantage of range. Eventually, every enemy tired. All he had to do was wait out this one, and strike when the muscles began to slack and his true virtue could shine through. He wondered silently to himself if he could find it in himself to show mercy. Not long ago he wouldn't have thought of striking down a man that he had once called ally, but here it found it less distasteful then he thought he would have. It didn't matter much to him, and should it? At the moment he wasn't a friend, he was in fact slashing and burning his way through the men that helped Ahriman and his crew survive on a day to day basis. His methods were remarkably barbaric and disrespectful at that, making Ahriman truly wonder who was the one in the wrong here. |
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| Vyse | Sat Aug 27, 2011 4:29 pm Post #9 |
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Vyse kept up the chase, Ahriman's back step was simply a bit to fast, he let up on his attacks as he chased him, conserving his energy. Vyse kept up the chase, he wouldn't run out of energy for a while, he was no slouch for endurance training. He followed him, dogging his every step, keeping up a steady rhythm or slashes and thrusts, he just needed to keep him moving, if it ended in a test of endurance he had no doubt he would win. Vyse smirked as he chased Ahriman, slashing and thrusting all the while, "Afraid of even trying to block my blade? Come on, come on, this little waiting game won't work Ahriman, I've fought for days straight with my dire tigress, Umbriel. If you stop this foolish fight now and return my stolen goods, I'm sure we can forget this little disturbance, personally, I don't want to hurt you. You're my friend, even if you're working with people who injured my employees. I'm sure you can get just as much money from working with Noclan Merchants Company and not be forced to get the goods illegally!" He quickly stepped in, keeping up the rhythm of his attacks, he just had to keep up his slashes and thrusts, he would win the day. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Aug 28, 2011 5:23 am Post #10 |
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The pirate couldn't help but laugh aloud at the thought of this child thinking his training had made him better then the pirate. He used his feet to keep himself out of the range of strikes, smiling at the effort of it. One could easily fight for long periods if the opponent kept you just as engaged as you kept them, blocking as many strikes that missed. However, when a strike missed it required much more energy then one that simply was parried or blocked. And Ahriman, unlike many others, had the advantage of training in the skies where the air was thinner. Things like that helped a man build up endurance that most trained months for. Though he would admit tha this training was mildly lax, at least after a few drinks. "If ye are so sure of yourself maybe you shouldn't have offered that little deal. Fighting for days is fine, but how long can you keep followin' a target that's faster then ye? Besides, so far as yer offer I assure ye you'd get the short stick. How long til the hounds of whatever law is in the towns comes at your door cause of the way I work? Or just cause of what I've done in the past? All yer doin' is askin' me to seal yer grave as well. I've enough blood on my hands." He thinned his mouth into a rather grim smile as he continued his little dance, occasionally slaping the electric flat of his blade against the flat of those coming in at him. He mildly wished that he had trained himself to use both of his blades at least a little bit lately, knowing that it would make this that much easier. Though he wasn't quite sure how, thinking on it now. Whatever magic or strange-artifact gave the warrior his inhuman strength, he would only be able to attack between attacks, using his guile rather then his strength. He'd just have to hope for a miracle. He began to resume his chanting as he dashed to the side, jumping and rolling to wrap himself around the other side of a tree from the man, circling it if the man came for him, keeping the wood between the pair as much as he could. The arcane words rolled off of his tongue painfully, the pirate vaguely aware that he still needed to actually learn how to pronounce half of the words correctly until he was finally through the bleeding thing. He finished the final words, the air around him twisted for a moment, and the shadows growing larger. They began to grow, growling in some guttural tone as they formed into humanoid bodies that were growing in number as they moved towards the warrior. The illusion was powerful, likely affecting the bandits around them and maybe even his crew as well as Vyse, the pirate somewhat regretful that he couldn't reign in the illusion to just the enemy he was facing. As the first of the shadows came into his view, the pirate rolled into the shadow of another tree, then moving towards another, keeping himself to the shadows of each. Hopefully they would buy him time to situate, and prepare a trap for the warrior. He sheathed his blade and pulled the short-bow from his belt, stringing an arrow into it as he crept to the next tree, watching the illusions dance around the warrior. |
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| Vyse | Thu Sep 1, 2011 7:13 pm Post #11 |
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Vyse growled as Ahriman dodged around the tree, he wouldn't waste time going around though, he would go through. He sheathed his blades and put his arms around the trunk, twisting and ripping, he heard the sound of it finally giving, and then he felt the effects of the spell. He looked around to see several otherworldly warriors appear, that wasn't good, he ripped the tree out completely and simply spun around, the tree pointing outwards. Using it to crush two of them before the other two dropped to the ground to dodge the deadly tree. He hefted it and threw it in a random direction in the forest, hoping it might come close to Ahriman who had escaped during the scuffle. Vyse once again took out his blades, raising the Sarilyn blade, he muttered, "Come, and rain down." He looked up to see magic forming in the sky, and dropping flaming fragments from the sky in the surrounding area, he knew there was a chance that it would hit the boat or the supplies, but he and Umbriel would be far to fast for it. He turned his attention back to his new enemies, rushing them, his blades spinning and weaving, his draconic might empowered blades knocking away the enemy's defenses and his other blades piercing their chest, nodded with satisfaction as he turned, readying his blades, Ahriman was gone, for now all he could do was wait. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:02 pm Post #12 |
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Ahriman rushed further into the woods to get some distance from him and the monster he was fighting. He slipped his blade back into it's sheath and drew his shortbow, stringing an arrow into it and walking through the trees. He would have to find a good place to fire, and decided to climb one of the nearest trees. He set his feet into the branches, keeping track of his enemy as he moved up it as silently as he could. Pulling the arrow back, he tracked the target and fired, pulling another arrow back and firing again before turning, jumping to the next tree and hiding on the other side. He locked his jaw and slowly looked around the trunk, keeping himself as hidden as he could. He had to admit it had been a while since he felt the need to use his stealth abilities, having abandoned the tactics since he had his shadow-dancing abilities torn out of him. Not the sort of memory he liked to recall, but it was one of the many he would keep with him. Every warrior needed a reminder that there would always be those that are stronger then you, always those that will destroy you were you not to be very careful. And there are always those you can destroy. The image of that enemies body bloody and dead on the avenues of Cascadia brought a sharp smile to his face. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do that to this enemy, however, a man that he at least partially respected. He set his face into a grim smile as he drew another arrow, rolled off the branch and landed on his feet, firing another arrow, and rapidly firing a second time once again before putting the bow back on his belt and drawing his blade, letting the electricity ripple across it's surface and flare to life. He spoke in a growl as he roared at his opponent, "C'mon then ye dog. Take heart that yer just as bad as those yer huntin' tonight. Though I got a feeling that ye have no issues with that. We are what we choose to be, aye?" He smiled, this time there was a lot of happiness surging through it as he ducked forward, rolling behind another tree. He fell to his belly, crawling slowly through the brush and hopping up behind another. No matter how strong the opponent, if he could strike at the man's back there was little the warrior would be able to do to respond. And with this battle, all he had to do was make it clear that winning this fight would end his life. He sighed and crept to the next tree, waiting for the opponent to make his move. Guile was the only weapon he had right now, so he supposed he would have to use it. At least, if he wanted to actually win. And he knew that he had to, those supplies were all that would allow his crew to survive were they to go back out to sea. It was do or die time. |
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| Vyse | Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:33 pm Post #13 |
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Vyse watched the forest, keeping an eye out for any odd movements, he saw none until it was to late, on instinct he threw himself to the side, the arrow grazing his cheek. He looked around as another arrow struck his side, getting up he quickly took cover by a tree, he was slightly panicked, if he went into bloodwrath now, he would kill Ahriman, he would make sure there was no chance for him to survive, he needed to do something to make Ahriman no longer a threat. He looked out of cover and ducked back, a single arrow hitting the tree, he heard a loud thump as if someone hit the ground, ditching his cover he charged him, another arrow thumping into his stomach. Vyse stopped, almost falling to his knees, he saw Ahriman and got up, barely keeping his senses. He fought on, slashing and hacking at Ahriman, making sure his strikes kept no rhythm or pattern, showing his true chaotic fighting style. Though soon he found that Ahriman was far to fast, he needed to end it now. The next moment Ahriman showed himself, he pointed Lita at him and simply said, "Cage." A cage of light appearing around Ahriman, looking much like an odd web, as far as Vyse could tell it was impervious, he had never seen anyone break it or go through it. He turned to point his blade at the yeti, "Cage." Another cage of light appearing around it, his blade moving quickly as he saw the shadow of the thunder bird, pointing at upward and saying for the last time, "Cage." The cage of light appearing around the bird, it would have to hover in place for a while. He walked over to Ahriman and posed all four of his blades to strike, the spell from Fenrir finally taking effect as small chunks of the forest were hit by pieces of falling debris and the river took it's fair share, but the goods were safe, and so was Umbriel. Vyse looked at Ahriman, barely keeping the bloodwrath out of his eyes, "Surrender now. Or die." He felt he had beaten him, the cage couldn't be dispelled nor broken, all it had was a ten minute time limit, and nearly a half minute had already passed, he need to grab the goods and run before his rage consumed him. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sat Oct 8, 2011 2:50 pm Post #14 |
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He had to admit that the outcome of that little move was unexpected, but wholly impressive on the impact factor. Kid had learned a few moves since the two of them had last met. He'd almost been slacking off in comparison, to be completely frank. With a wolfish smile the pirate sheathed his weapons and shrugged, nodding towards his boat as nonchalantly as possible, "Ye forgot one of me pets but to be honest I doubt he'd give ya much trouble. Wolf. Good creature, that. Always loyal, those pups." He ran his finger along his own wolfish incisor, the sharp tooth digging some dirt and blood out from under his finger nails before the gunk was spat onto the ground. He was starting to feel the headache of sobriety slowly creeping in on his head as the battle adrenaline was being kicked into the dust by logic. Adrenaline was fine for showy bouts of strength, but sometimes it was better to accept defeat. Or at least scheme emphatically. Both options were spot on good decisions. With a huff he looked past the lad at his boat and surmised at least a decent route of escape without having to deal with crap. The threat of death was the sort of thing one didn't do in a duel of honor so it was clearly no longer what it had started out as. He apparently pissed him off. In his personal pride scale, that was impressive. His survival, however, somewhat disagreed with the intelligence of this decision. They were always disagreeing about something, those two silly instincts. The pirate nodded towards the lad, "Let me pet get into the hull and ye can take yer cargo off the docks. I'll get me men to take the stuff off the boat and we can both be on our way. There are some shipments out o' Kellen we can hit any way." He shrugged and waited. In all honesty no matter what he planned it all hinged on him being let out of this irritating magical bubble. He was never very fond of the arcane arts beyond the few little tricks he picked up along the way, and he wasn't very skilled with those at any rate. It was all complicated, irritating, and wholly difficult when it came to the deflating of ones ego. One way ticket into being stabbed by an upstart apprentice when you got too haughty. He'd much rather stick to the blade. At least then if your apprentice gets the drop on you if you survive the hit you can take them out easily. Magic required the concentration very few could keep when bleeding on the floor or while on fire. He couldn't keep in the chuckle at the image of an old mage he knew back home laying in a heap of broken body parts while being on fire with him standing over him. Oh, the things that could have been had he taken a different path in life. Alas, the things one missed while going around the seas and marauding. He shrugged to himself and brought his attention back around to actually pay the man standing in front of him some attention. Would probably be more healthy in the long run at any rate. |
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| Vyse | Sun Oct 9, 2011 5:38 pm Post #15 |
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Vyse could feel his mind wanting to fade away, he let one blade go, dropping it onto the ground as he pulled out the arrows in his body and whispering his healing spell, "Vigoratus Mihi." The wound only slightly closing, but the blood flow had stopped, he was no longer in danger of going into his bloodwrath and killing Ahriman. He picked up his blade and nodded, "Let out the very tall, very strong, and very deadly Yeti... I've already saved your life once by putting you into a cage so I wouldn't berserk and kill you instead and now you want me to free something I might have a hard time killing... fine." He used a mental command to release the yeti from it's cage, he looked at Ahriman square in the eye, "I never want you stealing Noclan supplies ever again, I will even reward you for recovering our supplies from bandits. I still think of us as friends Ahriman... and I don't wish to change that. So whatever happened to you in the past that made you this way that was so different from the Ahriman I knew, you need to overcome it just as I have overcome the path that led me to kill my father, the path that sealed my precious freedom to the areas around Cascadia. Now that your Yeti is released command her back into the ship so that the supplies can be put back on the dock with the rest." He sheathed his blades and walked off, taking one of the bandit's carts he rolled over to the docks, already rigging it up so that Umbriel could pull it. Now all that was left to do was wait, he walked over to the docks, loading up what crates that were already on the dock into the cart, it would be a long and slow ride back to Cascadia, but at least he got his goods back. |
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