*I muttered to myself as I watched on. I wasn't too far from them, but since I had mastered the invisibility spell, no one could ever find a trace of me. Also, since I had no scent, the ghouls would never catch on.
I watched the events unfold with a smile on my face. I grabbed my small list, a pen, and marked down three names. My Mind Probe ability allowed me to instantly know their names.*
"Zaire... Priest... Joseph..."
*I muttered as I wrote them down. I put the list and pen in my robes and continued watching with interest.*
Post by "The Priest" on Jun 6, 2006 20:14:53 GMT -5
The Priest saw the men, and knew instantly there were Dark creatures. He could tell, as it took time for them to form, as the spirits of past fallen warriors infused with their corporal beings.
They were each people, each of them fighters. The Samurai, an ancient wander. The Pirate, a man driven by greed. The Military man, a man who was lost...
The Priest immediately, without saying a word, put his pistols away, knowing that bullets couldn't hurt the etheral beings. He unstrapped the club once again, and hefting it with one hand, then two, it became his club. Its jewel pulsated, the covered the entire totem in green wash, which simmered away. It was now enhanced to hurt the etheral.
The Priest, then held two fingers to his mind, and his four zombies, which in the few seconds of awe, had turned loose, called them back to his will. They all snapped to attention, one a little too fast, as a few bones were heard snapping, and the beings head now hung limp to the right side, or which ever side it was leaning towards. Focusing his energy through the mind melds, the beings about faced again, and charged the ghouls.
Their bodies began to glow a dark violet, and then black all together, as they careened toward their enemies. When within six feet, they lept, and upon meeting an enemy, exploded, their dark energies cancelling the spice peoples for but a moments time.
The Priest motioned forward, and he lead the pack, knowing that he only bought them a little time...
Ziare looked at the small army of spice people. She thought for a moment on an effective method for fighting these people. Most of her elements would be useless; dark and light would do no good, water and wind maybe but not so much, earth was definatly not an option, but fire yes you can burn a spice. She smiled and turned to Joseph
"Concentrate on getting the spice, we'll hold them off to the best of our abilities."
She summoned Armenius and he was ready for action. He began shooting his streams of flame into the ranks of spice men the smell of burning filled the cavern but some of the spice men fell as Armenius's flames liked them. Smart Zi. She had him arch back containing his fire for a few second before spurting it in a long line from left to right going down the front ranks. Spice men fell turning into a dust like substance on the ground. She looked over at Priest who was fighting them as well and winked. They could do this.
Joseph nodded to Ziare's statement. Though he didn't like the idea of leaving them, he knew he could do little here anyway as his rounds, even magically charged, only managed to disperse the guardians for several moments, then they'd simply grow back into their original shape. Still, that had to be good enough. Remembering back to his battle during the beast revolution, the gunmage focused his energy into his bullets so that each round would propel forward with added force.
Now as he fired each shot, the round would rocket through several targets, disintigrating them for a short time. "Kinichi, cover them!" he called over the din of battle. As Joseph charged forward firing off more shots to clear the way, the fox man leapt in behind him to fill in the gap he'd left in the students' parimeter.
Though the spice guardiens before him were no problem, those to each side began to charge inward at him as he passed. If he could, he would close his eyes and use his Probability Sight to dodge each one of them, but he simply didn't have the time to concentrate. As such, his only option was to charge forward as fast as he could, cutting swaths of enemies out of his way as he made his way towards the pedestal.
Then suddenly there were no more guardians in his way as the boulevard fell away into open air. Eyes shooting wide in panic, the gunmage skidded to a halt just barely keepign himself from the drop off. Though the spice would probably pad his fall, the desert was still several storeys below. Not to mention it suddenly occured to him that either there would be more of the spice men down there, or something much worse...and most likely bigger.
His head darted around for some option. Maybe he could climb down? No, there were no vines or breaks in the stone. There just wasn't any safe way for him to reach the desert. Then and idea occured ot him. He didn't have to. Spinning on his heel he fired short range bursts into the advancing enemies then, cupping one hand to his mouth he bellowed to his friends, "Ziare, I need your angel. NOW!"
Ziare heard Joseph's screaming above the sounds of the battle and told Armenius to keep doing what he was by sweeping the spice people with the fire and with a barley thought she summoned Sheeta. The dark version of Ziare came up quickly and flew over to Joseph. She told Sheeta to do what Joseph said for now unless it put her in intense danger and she nodded.
Ziare returned to the fight and Armenius was doing his job well frying the spice people and she smiled. This was going better than she expected.
Post by "The Priest" on Jun 8, 2006 15:40:41 GMT -5
As The Priest's final zombie exploded, knocking down almost 10 full Spice Men, the gut-wrenching explosions of flesh and bone ceased. The Priest, however, did not.
Swinging the mighty club, the Spice Men's upper bodies were flung into the air, and then dropped, splashing on the ground into nothing. He kept swinging, the totem hardly heavy at all, but even he couldn't swing forever.
Summoning Loki, who screeched into existance, along came a phoenix of fire, Loki's most devastating move. It seered downward, as parts of it popped off and streaked toward groups of the spice men.
As the bomb hit, The Priest stood, his club in his hand, and he holding his hand in front of him, to block out some of the sudden increases of light. As the men fried, more stood up, and The Priest realized that they'd never be able to totally kill off the Spice Men, that they would just continue growing in numbers.
Yoseph, I know you are but a young man, but for goodness sakes, HURRY UP!
The Priest's call was lost over the din of battle. Though, even if it would have reach the gunmage, Joseph was already complying. "I need a lift over to that pedestal in a hurry." he told the angel with a roguish smile and nod in the desired direction. Sheeta realizing the urgency picked him up under the arm-pits without reply. With Joseph dangling below her, the angel swooped down towards the desert for added momentum, then flung her wings wide sending them soaring through the air above the spice.
It was a great distance crossing the chamber. The gunmage peered down at the spice dunes below him as they whipped by. A great rumbling suddenly began to shake the dunes as they had when the geysers had come. This time however, there were no geysers. In their place several muscular spice arms of divine proportions shot out of the dunes and took grip on the ground. Slowly great behemoths rose into shape. Apparently humans had not been the only creatures to have sought the spice. Sheeta swiftly dodge in a wide arc around the huge spice monster rising up before them.
Lumbering a moment to finish coalescing, five bestial creatures that could be none other than fallen primitive gods, loomed over the desert. "By the gods..." Joseph muttered very appropriately. He had been right about the desert, it had the strongest of the challenges. "Hurry to the pedestal! If I can solve the riddle our enemies will dissolve!" he yelled over the rushing wind up to his ride. Sheeta nodded and shot forward with adrenaline fueled vigor.
Though two of the titans turned towards the rushing pair, lumbering expectedly slow after them, the others placed their attention on the bridge. The nearest, a bipedal beast with four arms swung his great fist into the side of the boulevard where the students were fighting. In the mind numbing rumble that was the result, Kinichi, Priest, and Loki were thrown off into open air. Thankfully, Ziare, Rei and Armenius kept their feet.
As he tumbled along the Arcane student and his pet, Kinichi's eyes began to glow. Sliding his Halberd into its holster on his back, the foxman disappeared in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear with one hand on the shoulder of the other two. When we land, we must drawn the giant's attention from the others. he said firmly into their minds before all three puffed from sight. At that same instant they puffed right back into existence down on the spice behind the four armed titan. Quickly, we must buy some time! the fox urged, drawing his weapon once more.
At the opposite side of the chamber Sheeta dropped Joseph onto the top of the gargantuan pillar. At the center of the huge flat square where he regained his footing was an alter with a simply bowel set atop it. Though, in that bowel the prized Astrarian glowed bright lavender. Looking back over his shoulder, the gunmage caught sight of the two behemoths making their way slowly towards them. He looked up at the angel, "If possible, can you keep them distracted? I need time to figure this out. A minute maybe two." Sheeta regarded him with cold eyes. That may be too long. she said to him, but flew off to her task anyway.
Joseph let out a sigh and turned towards his goal, "Alright, time to finish this."
Ziare felt Sheeta let her know that she had dropped Joseph off and what her new task was he had set her. Ziare gave her the okay and let Armenius take care of the spice men at least the few that were left. She moved over closer to the opening that Joseph had gone through so she could keep an eye on Sheeta and give her the spells she would need.
She watched as Sheeta flew through and around the Spice Titans that filled the cavern beyond. Race looked small as far away as he was on the pedestal. Sheeta stopped her wings flapping only to keep her elevated as she prepared her spell. Dark Blade was a spell that she hoped would work but she wasn't exactly sure.
Sheetas hands stretched out in front on her. Her tone muscles showing as she placed on hand around the other's wrist to support her arm. Her black feathers and black hair began wipping against her as she called up the spell. A dark purple and black light surrounded her out facing palm it seemed to almost pulsate. Once the light surrounded her palm and at least one foot on either side. Sheeta pulled her hands to the right side of her body it was obvious the control and strain this was taking. She screamed out loud which almost scared Ziare having never heard Sheeta speak aloud before. Sheeta's hands closed as if closing over something very large and soon spinning her body in the air with her wings she sent her black chakram spinning out away from her body and out into the air slicing through the closest titan. Her chakram was much larger than any most had seen her weapon was at least three feet in diameter.
The weapon spun casting off a purple light as it cut the first Titan's head clean off. The dark element dissolving the spice that had held his head on. The titan turned back to dust as the chakram spun back towards Sheeta and she caught it with ease spinning to absorb the impact in the air.
Post by "The Priest" on Jun 9, 2006 16:05:15 GMT -5
With Loki and Priest ontop of the other titan, with Kinchi, the Foxman, The Priest pointed Kinchi toward the titan's head. As the man ran, his halberd behind him as he began to hack into the back of the titan's head, The Priest summoned the Unclean One, his Lurker.
It came into being, and Loki disappeared, the two summons exchanging the plains, and costing minimal energy loss to The Priest. It came, and then immediatly, it began to dig into the Titan. As it clawwed through the sand, which dug like sand, it was inside the beast in no time.
The Priest, giving its command, left, and looked toward Kinchi. Suddenly, a gigantic blade-like Spice appendage swung over the things head, one of its arms morphed into a scythe like object. As it passed through Kinchi was seen trying to bat at it with his Halberd. Yet, it was to no avail.
Kinchi's top half soared through the air, landing about 20 meters behind its bottom half. It streamed blood, as it flew almost ominously through the air, landing with a wet smack against the spice. His fox eyes grew big, and with a final grasping maneauvar, he reached for the heavans, and drove his pike through the beasts back. It screached in pain. Yet, Kinchi was bleeding heavily, and his legs were permanently disembodied from him. He was dead.
The Priest looked on emotionlessly. He looked back toward the Lurker hole, and sent his mental commands.
Suddenly, sprouts of tentacles ripped through the Titan, severing it in half. The lurker's spikes literally forced the being to split, as it exploded its spiny embrace outwards. The Titan's face grew horrified, and then, went blank, as it died into a giant dune of Sand.
The Priest, however, was still stuck on top. Running at full pace, he moved toward the top of its head. It was perilously close to attacking Joseph, and, with a final Umph, the Priest Jumped, from the top of the things head, and crashed into the platform that Midnight was standing upon.
Grabbing at the rocks around him, he pulled himself up, and layed on the ground, panting...
Joseph spun form the spice to face the commotion behind him. At first he'd thought that while the others battled the five titans, more spice guardians came for him. Instead it was just Priest, leaping from the dying form of a titan. The gunmage was amazed to see that only three remained. Joseph turned back towards the bowl, he had to concentrate. "Not that I'm unglad to see you, but where are the others. Are they handling the titans?" he asked, staring at the bowl. Unfortunately, before the older man could even answer there came a swishing sound.
Suddenly a brown leapt onto the platform in-between them. The spice guardian coalesced into a ver familiar shape. Facing Priest, the now enslaved form of Kinichi drew his Halberd. The spice fox's eyes glowed bright red once before it leapt on the necromancer. Priest quickly blocked with his club before the axe blade could plant in his skull. "D**n!" Joseph swore as he watched them fight. There was dispair and anger in his voice as he realized the kind fox man's fate. He had to hurry, before it could happen to any of the others.
Staring down at the bowl Joseph ran the words of the old headmaster through his mind again and again. "Think, Think!" he ordered himself, slamming a fist on the alter, "The one who comes for the spice, but refuses the bowl may take it. The one who comes for the spice, but refuses the bowl ma- That's it!" The gunmage reached into a puch on his side and scrambled through its contents. Finally his hand grasped what he sought. Pulling out a corked empty vial, he held it before his eyes. "Refuse the bowl. So long as we're not greedy and don't try to take the whole bowl, we can have some of the Astrarian!" he proclaimed.
Suddenly every last spice guardian froze and turned to face the bowl of mythical spice. Kinichi's glowed red with intent. Joseph hearing the calm turned to see the former fox man leaping at him. There was no way he had time to dodge the halberd...but another thought came to mind. Remembering what why the Yakuza had come, the gunmage dipped his hand in the lavender spice and whipped a handful at the attacking fox. As the two spices collided there was a blinding purple light.
When it finally cleared, the spice Kinichi stood upright, examining his lack of flesh. His eyes were a cool white. Remarkable...Thank you Joseph. You've saved me from a terrible fate. he said mentally, looking at the gunmage, Still, this will take some getting used to. The fox man's voice was just as cool as his eyes, and held no ill will. He'd known the risks when he decided to come. The Monastery student had wanted to see the spice the Yakuza were so eager to kill for. Now, retirve what we came for so that we may finally return home. he said finally disolving his halberd straight into his hand. Getting used to....right.
Joseph nodded to the fox man and uncorked his vial. Dipping it into the bowl, he filled it with the glowing spice, then corked it. As if the very sound were a cue, every last spice guardian, say for Kinichi who now had a purple scar along his waist, dissolved back into the desert. The gunmage began to chuckle, then laugh. "We did it. We id it!"