Myst the Hedgie
Honorary Magistrate
Snowbound Hedgie
*throws a snowball at you*
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Post by Myst the Hedgie on Jul 11, 2006 17:23:17 GMT -5
Myst looked out over the clouds.. even up here the mood was bleak. The sky was an eerie red, she could feel the raging storm up ahead, she knew that the one she feared, she hated, she dread, was walking the Earth. She looked to the Priest, starting to speak, but cutting herself off to collect her words. She thought deep for a moment.. and the words came to her.
"Uhm, excuse me.. don't think me rude for asking this.. but if you are a Priest.. a part of the spiritual order.. then how is it that 'a' you had no idea of the battle or the Prophecies I mentioned.. and 'b' how you came into possession of a mechanical beast.. with Dr. Eggman's logo on it?"
Myst had had an encounter with a troupe of Eggman's Swat Bots, they pillaged a small nomad campsite hunting for the Ice Heart years back. She saved the tribesman and defeated the attacking bots all her own, and she commited the Eggman Logo into her memory, should she ever come across the likes of his army again. She waited patiently for the somewhat perturbing Priest to garner a response to her question.
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Post by Stealth Greyblade on Jul 12, 2006 11:49:42 GMT -5
Stealth just stood their as he poped his jaw back into his socket. Few people could take a blow like that and not be crying...or standing on their feet or even consius, but here he was glaring at the cat. He just sighed."Geeze arnt you a deluded one. You can try to convince me otherwise but I found out its my fate to be alone early on...loosing m,y parents...freinds and eventualy my mate.... I found its much easier to be alone than to deal with burring them all the time."he snorted. He sighed and shook his head."And I doubt you have the darkness I do...and have to fight it to think straight, its telling me right now to use my new tenacle spell to crush you where you stand. But I wont..Im not a murderer...unless its a certain lemur."the fox snorted as he walked off a headign back twords the collasping building unaware of the pillar carreening down twords him.
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Post by CC on Jul 12, 2006 12:22:31 GMT -5
Tala looks at the shadow, disgust plain upon her face and she merely shakes her head, "You are shadow, your very being is because of Lord Syntaru, so you are a traitor to the very darkness that makes up your body. But my words are wasted on you, I can see that... and I can also see that you are greatly outnumbered as my Lord has become even more complete."
She smiles evilly and continues to make her way slowly to the shadow, every step though pain-filled grows steadier as she becomes stronger in her convictions to see the shade destroyed.
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The temptation to tell the fox off and give up on him is strong in the cat and she turns back towards him just in time to see the large pillar hurtling towards him. She does not even hesitate and instead uses her energy to spur on an abnormal burst of speed, faster than she had probably ever gone before in her life. She puts her arms out and with nary a sound pushes the fox roughly out of the way, knocking him to the ground and rolling as she does so.
The pillar falls with a crash, barely missing the other heroes and when the dust settles Stealth finds himself laying beside it, the cat panting just by his side. There seems to be pain upon her fine features but she manages a smile and shrugs, "yeah, no friends here..." she manages to say behind clenched teeth.
She looks at the pillar and following her gaze one can see her tail trapped under a piece of the pillar. With a strong kick and a swift yank she manages to extricate her tail, losing the red tip of fur in the process. She does not yowl or say anything, merely gets up and brushes herself off. "Definately getting too dangerous around here... better get moving people"
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Post by Lucian on Jul 12, 2006 14:17:53 GMT -5
The short wash of relief from seeing the two shadow walkers foiled was short lived indeed when the Goddess and the Demon came crashing down to the tainted soil. Bent and torn the Matron of the Light was seemingly not the warrior she was made out to be in the ballads. Not good, not good, sooooo not good. Looks like Syth/Paladin will have to abandon this reality to the demon. Taking note of the still stumbling forward lemur the living shadow was at the make or break point.
"Darkness is merely an emptiness, it's what you put into it that makes up it's lot in life. And I know a lost battle when I see one, we will meet again. By the way, you may want to brace yourself. That pain racked body will probably react poorly to having all the power you took months building suddenly rushing back into that tiny shell of yours."
A word of dismissisal and a clap of his almost see-through shadowy hands and the sealing circle was broken. All that vile energy that had been bottled up with in the wards suddenly rushed back towards their host. The mass of negative power a litteral and merciless sucker punch to the Shadow Queen. With the vanguards out numbered, out gunned, and more importantly about to face the Demon himself Shade thought it prudent to make a hasty retreat. He wasn't even sure if the vanguards would accept him on their side at the moment and his energy was so low that he could do little more than melt into the craggy rocks beneath his black booted feet. Sliding down into the broken stone they'd have to tear the mountain apart to get at him. Deep amdist the rock Shade thought about his old master and wondered where he was now.
Meanwhile; Lucian cursed himself silently, he must've been slipping in his old age. Removing the Eggman Logo should have been his FIRST priority once entering the Shifting Sands Zone.
"Sadly my post in the Shifting Sands lacks a good deal of information, I get updates through Sandopolis proper but it's generally unreliable and it's not like I have any special powers of the mind. True, I'd felt uneasy for the last few days but that could have been anything. My job is to offer Sanctuary to those in need in the desert, not unlike yourself. But if what you've said is indeed true than the Light could use all the help it can get at the moment, which means using this Secret Weapon.
As for our transport that whole facility used to belong to that terrible warlord. But he disapeared some years ago and abandoned it because of some monster in the basement levels. Evidently it got free and tore it's way through the defenses eatting as much as it destroyed. Needless to say, the base was sealed off with the creature inside.
I found the spot later and investigated, no monster, no guards, and most of the machinery destroyed. It took a good long while, believe you me, to clean that place out and make it a Sanctuary of Light, but in the end it was worth it. And the Dragon here I found in a secured bunker, it's very smart and runs it's self as I have no head for machines. But he's secure and fast as you can see the Hot Magma Zone below us. Prepare for the worst lass, unless my keen eyes deceive me, it would appear that. . .oh no!
The lies and the act came easily to the vampire, wearing sheep's clothing for years will do that to you, especially around those both perceptive and of a far less sinister bent.
"Unless my soul is wrong THAT is Aurora herself down there! Hold on, we're going to dive and come up on the rear and help where we can!"
Whilst elsewhere still; Augustus was almost blind with the pain, the energy blade was deep but had cauterized the wound. Lurching here and there as quietly as possible he scretanized each statue he saw trying to find something that stuck out, and then he saw it. The only statue he'd come across that wasn't of the natural order. A small likeness of the demon himself was set into a wall recess like a trophy or small toy.
Needing a diversion, the vanguard took one step to the left and charged, his horns bashing into statue after statue between him and the gem sealed with in the Syntaru likeness. Carbonite ash, soot, and rubble filled the air as his destructive path launched him toward the point of his pains. Hopefully he would get there first. If the dull ache in the back of his head ment anything it was that Aurora was loosing and he was all the light had left.
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Tonixion
Fresh Meat
Can I Play With Madness?
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Post by Tonixion on Jul 12, 2006 17:12:59 GMT -5
As Andre watched the benedict bat disappear with the gem, he had made his decision. With a renewed confidence in himself, the giant demon's living cape returned in full force, wrapping around it's master and burning it's violet flame brightly. The engulfed Andre took up his wicked blade, and replaced his glaring one-eyed mask so that his visage was not one of confusion, but one of certain fright.
"My Lord Syntaru, I bid you hear my words. Take me to where you stand, so that I may serve beside you against the heretics of our ways. I will perform my final task for you." Demockstro firmly impaled the Reckoner into the stone floor, clenching it tightly. He waited for his chance to show The Prophet his 'loyalty'.
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Post by CC on Jul 14, 2006 2:57:30 GMT -5
There was a lull in the fighting, an eerie silence for just a brief moment that was shatterred by the soul rending scream of agony produced by the lemur as the full shadow powers that she had slowly been accumulating in her change from mortal to Shadow Queen plunge into her like a diver entering an icy pool. She falls backwards as if the blow had knocked her off of her own two feet and her body arches up off the ground until it seems as if her spine my break from the duress. She does not utter any sound now, but tears flow freely from her eyes and she scratches at her chest with her elongated claws, leaving deep gashes where blood begins to seep out. The rending of her own flesh either being to stop the pain of the powers returning or to keep herself focussed on something so that she may not go further into the abyss of madness, her mind already tested by the battle she had fought.
The pain seems to last for eternity but still the lemur holds onto consciousness like a pitiful mobian grasping onto a tree in the midst of a gale knowing that the moment they let go that there will be no chance of survival. Soon her body lowers to the ground and the claws stop their frenetic and mindless scratching, it seems as if she is fully relaxed even though she lay upon the hot rocks of the cavern with a look of pure agony upon her scarred, bloody and damaged face.
It takes a while to see that she is still alive, though her breathing is stilted and her eyes stare up, seemingly sightless, through the broken caves and up into the night sky. Her paw twitches, a sure sign of life and energy coming back to her and it is only through a willpower that has been tested again and again through this battle that she blinks and begins to lift herself from the ground. Shakily, she stands up, having to stop when she gets to her knees to put a paw down and steady herself. Her mechanical arm keeps her steadied and she looks around her with a dazed look in the full red orbs that are now her eyes, realization that there is still some battle to come even though Shade had deserted and Syntaru was almost complete.
Her Lord was almost complete, the thought filled her with renewed strength and washes away the dazed look upon her face, a calmness entering once more. She stands, not without effort and using her tail keeps herself balanced and supported, taking deep breaths so as to keep her head as clear as possible, though the ringing in her ears makes this feat more difficult than she could have ever imagined.
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Post by Spynmaster on Jul 15, 2006 20:46:33 GMT -5
Thunder saw no reason to talk to Stealth after his and Cici's little argument. He had lost the will to believe, and nothing Thunder had to say was going to change it. Still, he wanted to pay his true friends back for what they did for him by offering his place, but since Cici agreed to go to Lumin's choice of dives, and Spade's healers made it priority according to Kuri's condition, he had no choice but to agree. Though, he had one other way to help.
"Let me transport you all." Thunder said. "My jet cloud will ensure a safe, not-so-bumpy journey all the way there. Just point me in the right direction."
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Post by Stealth Greyblade on Jul 17, 2006 8:00:49 GMT -5
Stealth sat there for a second in shock, looking down to the red fluf that was peeking out under the edge of the pillar. He sighed and shook his head. She had saved his life..she shouldnt have bothered but she did...why? He sighed as he stood up. Even if he wanted to go now he couldnt...evergreen would have to wait, he had a debt to repay. He walked over to the group just as the idiot began to talk about a cl9ud."A:I thought were being teleported. B:where the hell owuld you have snuck that device into this dimension in the first place bub."he asked his arms across his chest.
Simon smirked as he saw the collum of dust a debree heading in a certain direction. The wolf quickly ran twrods the disturbance as he deduced that the bovine must have found what he was looking for. But the wolf wasnt going to leth im gain the gem that contained a part of his lords essance, not by a long shot, so he cut him off in the pass running in a diagonal direction from the side. He stopped infront of the charging bull and as soon as he got in range simon lashed out with his secondary saber, the blow came up in a daignal direction and if the bovine didnt stop of block, well agustus wouldnt have to worry about headaches anymore.
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Post by Lucian on Jul 17, 2006 17:32:33 GMT -5
On Azure island, amongst the many rolling fields of green there exists a rather pieceful race many years ago of sentient bovine creatures. The very species that Augustus spawned from those ages ago. While there is only a small herd left on those green spans of turf there remains an expresion that the locals around the globe still use to this very day. In the native dialect the phrase goes, "Montercar probinus vonteeni rutho crit" and after a rough translation it means "only a fool desiring pain would stand in the path of the bull". This is an apt thing to mention as Simon has basically placed himself in the way of an irrate, pain enraged and more importantly incapable of stopping bull.
Dipping his chipped horn down before the blow, a painful memory flashing in the dim red haze of his enraged mind, Augustus plows on, taking the Apostle under the arm. His surprise is short lived how ever, for instead of being trampled the mighty monk bucks his heads and the wolves feet leave the floor. Perhaps it's been his reliance on machines, or lack of recent sparing, but the realization that he's now several feet in the air, the domed ceiling looking closer by the minute, that sends a familar wave of trepidation through the warlord. Not because he was defeated in his defensive stance but in realizing with the majority of his mechanical accutriments offline the landing will be less than graceful.
Plowing on, straight into the wall, Augustus shatters the small staute of the demon set into the wall, then the aclove that the wall was in, and finally severly cracks the wall it's self. Despite the tough reputation of the bull clan such a blow to the head of one so old, even a vanguard is too much for the Herald of Souls as he slinks to the ground very unconscious. Had he been awake he might have cursed himself, for the very gem he sought popped out of the wall and rolled across the carbon dust strewn floor. Coming to rest inches from the hand of the freshly landed Bloodclaw. Not the most graceful victory, but a victory for the dark none the less.
Now it was only a matter of time. Syntaru's great work was about to be completed, the demon was to be reborn for the first time in the multi-verse. Mobians on multiple globes began to get a pall of dread. It would appear their time in the sun was about to end at long last. . . .
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Post by Psychosis on Jul 18, 2006 11:45:58 GMT -5
Amon had been keeping his eyes closed, toning out everything around him so he could focus his power to accurately drop both he and Kuri into the center of Spade's village. The bickering, the squabbling, it was all completely tuned out. The surging flow of Psionic energy through Amon's body was constant, perpetual, increasing in strength as it went. Finally, he was ready. He reached out and grabbed Kuri's hand, simply and quietly nodding to her. He looked out at the others and simply shook his head at them.
In a slight blue flash, those around could see Amon and Kuri demolecularising and fully disappearing from the Chaos Realm. Mere moments later, they arrived in the village center, much to the surprise of a poor lady passing by with her morning fruit harvest. Not far, Spade was staring out at the sky. Amon led Kuri over to Spade and tapped the koala on the shoulder.
"Huh? Ah! It's you two! Ehh.. what happened??"
A small smirk popped on Amon's face before he responded.
"Kuri was captured in service of the Goddess, she was tortured and badly injured. She was taken care of as best could be done with the Goddess absent from the realm, but there is much uneasiness and instability. Spade, I was informed there is a healer in your village.. could you take us to see them?"
Spade thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Not a problem my fellow heroes.. this way, I will take you to Manahau's hut."
With Kuri's arm around his shoulder, Amon followed close behind the large musclebound koala, he felt the urge to speak out an apologize for Spade being left behind. But he couldn't form the words, his mind was back in the chaos realm, wondering and worrying over his love.. and the unsettled tension between she and himself. It was not long before they arrived at the hut of the village healer. Spade took Kuri inside and spoke to the healer.
"Manahau, inam Dhola esta Kuri, inam Kuri esta shefe hu na hau." (Great Healer, this is Kuri, a Dhole. Kuri has been hurt and needs your healing.)
The elder, almost sage koala squinted his eyes and nodded to Spade. He pointed Kuri to the nearby cot where she was lain down. He unwrap the bandages applied in the Chaos Realm and began mixing some potent herbs and other such ingredients in a dried melon shell. The smell was rather foul. Spade left the hut and walked up to Amon.
"Things have gotten worse.. haven't they.. our Mother is in great pain."
Amon looked back at Spade with his ice blue eyes. In a cold, solemn voice, he said:
"That, my friend.. is the largest understatement known on Mobius."
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Post by Lucian on Jul 18, 2006 12:15:11 GMT -5
The bones sat quietly on their pedestal as everything went to Hell.
Simple bleached white bones normal in every way save for the red glowing orbs where the eyes should be. The sole remains of Syth Thanatos, once Grim Reaper to the Zones of Mobius. Idly sitting there, incapable of moving but just sentient enough to get an inkling of how bad things were Paladin Twilight pondered his current predicament. The shuddering floor rocking his impromptu podium back and forth with it's ever increasing frequency and durration of quakes did not bode well. Nor did the large sheets of cracked marble that would fall loose from the severly damaged roof. The vangaurd wasn't worried about being crushed, or forgotten, or even getting dusty. Beign dead had that effect on you, or so the living are told.
The bones sat quietly on their pedestal as everything went to Hell.
Building dangers aside the once righteous sword of Aurora sat stewing in a quagmire of worries, doubts, and more importantly dread in never realizing his goal of divine retribution on the darkness that had plagued his past. Why hadn't a single member of the light succeeded, himself included? Why was Syntaru stronger than Aurora when they were always evenly matched or worse yet better than her brother? Would all perish if the Goddess was destroyed or imprisioned? Why was the Chaos Realm, the home of all that which is good, so suddenly start to fall apart like a paper boat in a torrent of deathly cold water? These questions and more ran through the empty skull of the once proud protector of light.
He wondered ever so briefly if anyone other than the Goddess and maybe even Syntaru knew where he was. And even if they did, what could they do for the boney corpse? Looking right at him one would consider it a display of a fallen foe and friend, not the actual associate himself. So being found, espeically in the malestrom now wracking the Chaos Realm, was slim to none. This bothered the skeletal deathog profoundly. Revenge would not come easy burried under broken arcway and fallen dome.
The bones sat quietly on their pedestal as everything went to Hell.
In a quiety voice heard by no one in the great hall the vangaurd lamented. "There goes the neighborhood. . . ."
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Post by CC on Jul 18, 2006 13:33:42 GMT -5
Amon had taken Kuri and things were starting to roll, "I do not believe that your way of transport will be needed, Amon will be back soon enough and I think that this way of going will be far preferable, no offense to you please understand. I just have no idea of your powers and really would hate to test it at such an important time such as this... and I know that Amon is more than capable for such a task"
She smiles, "I'll see you all Downunder"
With that she runs off, leaving the motley group to their own thoughts and devices as she rushes back towards the crumbling building. With her extra speed she runs through the halls dodging crumbling stones and pillars that try to crush her, but she is spry and wily enough to dodge out of the way. The halls were clear though and she nodded as she ran, sure that no one would be left and that they would have cleared out as soon as they realized that the building was falling in on itself.
The cat was thankful that she had no time to think upon all that had happened, though images of her comrades flitted through her mind. Her tail ached and she knew that it would be a long time until the fur grew back, she did not even want to look at the damage of it, knowing that sort of thing was always better to ignore. Keep focussed babe... don't wanna get caught under any of this crap!
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 19, 2006 8:41:15 GMT -5
When Kuri saw Amon nod, she knew he was ready to teleport her. What she didn't know, was that the experience would be worse than before, her stomach lurching violently as they reappeared back on Mobius. The dhole bit her bottem lip with her canines, trying hard not to upchuck anything that was left in her system, as Amon helped walk her towards the hut, before being laid down on a small cot. She gave a sigh of relief as her stomach settled, but almost gagged again when the potent, foul stench of the herbs reached her sensitive nose.
The dhole placed an arm over her eyes, a soft groan leaving her lips. "This is gonna be a long day." she said to no one in particular.
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