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| Topic Started: Mon Apr 13, 2009 10:55 pm (101 Views) | |
| Dalhar Vharc | Mon Apr 13, 2009 10:55 pm Post #1 |
 
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Dalhar growled as he landed underneath the trees at the edge of the lake. He was extremely tired, not to mention bleeding profusely from at least three gashes on his body that had not stopped. He glanced up, watching the four celestials approaching his hiding place. He swore. "How in the hells am I supposed to get away from these guys?" "Kill them all," came a voice from behind him. "Just kill them. You are aided by one of the elite shock troops of the demons. You really think that you can be stopped by four of these holy rollers?" Dalhar shivered, a shimmer of shadows appearing in his hands before forming into the saw-toothed glaive that was the ultimate mark of what he was. "They'll rue the day that they came after me. I swear it. I will send them back to the seven mounting heavens of celestia screaming and wailing," he murmured, stepping out of the shadows and letting out a piercing scream, the scream of a Drow hungry for blood. The four spotted him, and dove, but only three of them reached him. The fourth tumbled aside, one wing sheered off at the joint by the shoulder by the glaive. The glaive went through the leg of a second and was left there, and the ring of a pair of scimitars being drawn shattered what little silence was left. "Come on you holy rollers. Come and taste my steel. It'll be the last thing you taste before you return to the hell you call heaven!" |
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Mon Apr 13, 2009 11:18 pm Post #2 |
 
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Another voice issued from behind him, seeming to carry to them easily. A figure stood over the lake, wrapped tightly in a thick cloak. His voice was hardly a whisper, yet it seemed to absorb all the other noise around, until it was the only sound that could be registered. "Flee, little angel fools. The demon will rend you asunder if you foolishly challenge him." He walked across the air just over the lake at a slow walk, his hood concealing any but the most rudimentary picture of his face. He seemed quite thin under the cloak, his face looking almost like a skull. Even Dalhar's drow eyes couldn't completely dispell the darkness within the cloak, that seemed almost to flow and ooze against his vision. The two celestials looked at this new arrival with hatred, before one pushed away from Dalhar, screaming in righteous fury as she approached the cloaked figure. However, he simply let out a soft, hissing chuckle, and reached into his cloak with a gloved hand. The celestial swung its blade overhead at the demon, until a flash of metal signified a blade, driven hilt deep into his chest. It glinted in the moonlight, and the celestial began its blade's descent once more. However, the figure's other hand blurred, another knife in his hand as he knocked the blade aside. "You underestimate me, angel. Flee now, or I'll clip those wings of yours." |
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| Dalhar Vharc | Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:37 am Post #3 |
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Dalhar ignored the hooded figure. The angel that had gotten skewered in the leg by his glaive a moment ago suddenly found herself missing her head, as the twin scimitars flashed in the moonlight, intersecting each other half a foot in front of her face before slicing cleanly through her neck. A feral howl broke from Dalhar's throat, and he sprang straight up in the air, his blades flashing once more in the night. He landed on the limb of a tree, and then beckoned the remaining angel on the ground at him. "If you wish a fight, then come on. Let me see how you handle MY skill with blades, foolish child," came a dark voice seemingly from the middle of the air, as Dalhar's lips didn't move at all. "You shall taste steel as your brother and sisters have this night. Come to me, you foolish child. We fight on MY terms. He sprang outward, hotly pursued by the angel as he darted from tree to tree, not a single branch or leaf stirring in his wake. But what did stir were the creatures of the woods. They scattered ahead of him, and closed in behind him, watching for a moment and then going back to their business. Dalhar's twin blades wove a nearly impenetrable wall of steel, just in front of his body as the angel darted around him, and Dalhar turned with the assault, never faltering in his defense, waiting for the moment when the fight would be on his terms. And that moment came far sooner than the angel could have expected. Dalhar flipped away from the tree he had just landed on and flipped, the blades coming around to take off both wings of the angel from behind. The angel dropped to the ground with a scream. The wings disintegrated, and Dalhar dropped to a crouch behind him. The angel slowly stagger to his feet. "You... can't win this... fight... Barbazu... I've never been bested..." "You have now," Dalhar said from behind him, scimitars sweeping out and cutting through sinew, bone, and tissue to separate the angel's head. He knelt, and then glanced over himself. He was bleeding from another three severe wounds. "Well, that's not good." |
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Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:08 pm Post #4 |
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The robed figure was still battling against his own celestial, who was somehow being thwarted at every attempt to strike him. Several blows had landed, slicing through his robe in small places, but the man had paid no mind, only continuing to strike the celestial. He seemed unworried by the celestial, as the celestial rose its blade to strike at his skull. He simply laughed in his low, whispering tone, and kicked the celestial savagely in the chest, knocking it back. Before it could respond, his hand had lashed out to pull his dagger free, causing blood to begin to ooze with it. The celestial's blade swung down, missing his skull by a mere fraction, and slicing his robe in two. The figure before the celestial sighed, and spoke quickly. "That wasn't a good idea, little angel. You need to learn who you're challenging." As the robe struck the ground, a white flame sprouted around his figure, obscuring all but a silhouette of his figure. He looked quite tall, easily seven feet and possibly a head taller. The angel peered at him in horror, and then began to back away. "What...what are-" The figure was before him in a second, his flames burning around the angel, though they didn't seem to burn. "I am the Ouroboros; the snake which devours itself. I am that which no man can or should understand. I am the end of all things, and I shall be here when all things have ended." He let out a peircing laugh that made the celestial's eyes bulge, and his wings began to flex as he pushed off from the ground. "You shall not get rid of me tonight, foul beast!" "Tch. I told you I'd clip your wings, angel. I think it's time I made good on my promise." He waved a hand slowly, and the angel's form came rocketing to the ground, unable to do anything as it peered at him with a mixture of hatred and fear. The figure began to toss its knife from hand to hand, stepping on the celestial's back as he began to cackle. "Now...would you like a wing or a thigh?" He descended upon the angel, his exact form still shrouded within the flames, and a scream of agony escaped his lips, cut short by another soft laugh. The figure rose, the angel before him hardly identifiable as anything but a ragged mess. He held one wing in his hand, and he walked towards Dalhar slowly, tossing the wing at his feet, where it drifted down slowly. His voice sounded curiously empty, and there was no malice or bloodlust to be heard in it. "Celestials just don't know when to back off. I told him to run, did I not? But when an insect insists upon annoying you, it must be swatted." He peered back at the celestial, then spoke slowly, with the warm tones one used with a friend. "But why should he be free in death? No one who disturbs me will be let off that easily." He walked back towards the corpse, moving his hands in small arcs as eldritch words escaped his lips. The air around the celestial began to shimmer, and its arm twitched quickly. His words grew more fervant and quick, and the ragged corpse now pushed itself up, what little flesh that had been left on him quickly pattering off. It stood at attention, as the figure descended upon it once more. Several minutes later, a perfect skeleton stood before the figure, muscles and tendons strewn about it. He cocked his head, then clapped happily. "Wonderful, simply wonderful! Nothing is better than a new servant!" He turned back to the drow, his flames dancing wildly as he spoke again. The skeletal celestial moved to his side slowly, its body jerking like a puppet on strings as it stood next to him, its hand raising in a haphazard salute. "Perhaps you'd care to kill yours once more?" |
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| Dalhar Vharc | Fri Apr 17, 2009 4:02 am Post #5 |
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Dalhar smiled as he rose from his feet, his lips mouthing an arcane spell. The wounds healed themselves, and he shook his head. "No, thanks. Once is enough for any angel." He slid the scimitars into their scabbards on his hips, and then pulled the glaive out of the angel's leg, and then looked up at the figure. "Thanks for your help, but it wasn't necessary," he said with a grin. Arching his back, he stretched, yawning slightly. "Now I can go home," he said softly, shaking his head. He bowed. "Might I at least have the name of the one who was kind enough to offer a hand in my plight," he said, coming back upright. Turning for a moment, he picked up the one angel still alive, if only just. "WHY are you after me? What do you want from me? This is ridiculous. This is the third team that I've killed. What is so important?" The angel whispered something inaudible. He swore. "You think I would be stupid enough to lead you THERE? The boss would kill me. No way. You can just go join your brethren in Celestia. I'll not be leading you to my home." His scimitar flashed and took the head from the angel. |
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Fri Apr 17, 2009 8:10 pm Post #6 |
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The figure laughed at this, and then bowed overdramatically, his flames beginning to recede, until they were gone completely. His flesh seemed to have been consumed completely by the stray flames, for a tall skeleton stood before Dalhar, his eye sockets dancing with the same white flames that had surrounded him only seconds ago. His voice now seemed much less whispery and thin, yet it was still quite terrifying in its own right. "I imagine when you speak of the boss, you mean Lynthaer? And 'there' is no doubt the Chorozon." The skeleton leaned forward now, looming over Dalhar by several inches at least. His unblinking eyes now seemed to sear the drow's as they met with his own. His voice sounded surprisingly warm in the circumstances, and his hand could even be seen holding a cigar as he spoke. "Dalhar Varc, of the Divschatten. It's been some time since anyone's seen you. The boss was almost ready to give up hope, my friend." He stuck the cigar into his eyesocket, peering at it carefully as it came out, the tip hardly smoldering. He stuck the cigar into his mouth, yet it didn't seem to detract from his ability to be heard in the least; the cigar never even moved as he spoke. "Yes, it's good to know there's another member coming back. The goodies have got their own guilds too, y'know. It won't be long before this becomes a full-scale war. And I truly hope you don't forget who your friends are, Varc." He laughed at this, then held out a bony hand slowly. "Perhaps you'd be interested in a true challenge? I'm always game for a good duel..." |
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