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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
12/9/2015 10:20:46 PM
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"How nice. Now, what did this person do exactly to incite you? Far as I can tell, they don't want to be found by you"
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[i]Not so sure that's your buisness, Scaver....[/i]
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"Hey now, thought this was a somewhat polite conversation. You should show a little respect to your elders. Now because you don't know, I'll ask again. Why do you want that Hunter?" There it was again. A sharpened tone, a warm smile, and the eyes of something hungry.
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Edited by Ta_ugra: 12/9/2015 10:58:16 PM[i]"I'll tell you this once, leave. And you will live, remain and you will be lucky to achieve death. Not many can say that I gave them that option, mainly because they don't listen to sound advice. This is my personal business and you are not welcome"[/i]
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-sigh- "tried to be civil about this. You might have even gotten outta here in one piece" He pulled his sword free and presented himself. "Yet you force my hand. No one this rude is on my side"
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[i]"I'm waiting then"[/i]
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John flexed his muscles that were visible even in his robes. His frame appeared to get larger as joints snapped and the warm grin turned to that a bear's. "Stailc ar aghaidh" His sword glinted in response and in a single motion he was just before the mysterious figure. His sword was already humming and on its way. Very few things existed that could stop this blade.
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Edited by Ta_ugra: 12/10/2015 2:25:17 AM[b]The man raises his hand and as if hearing his thoughts he said [/b][i]"I can"[/i] [b]the blade clashed against his hand and recoiled.[/b]
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His years of experience only saved him as he immediately used his opponent as a springboard and launched himself away. "Impressive. You managed to stop the blade" He twirled his sword around with ease of practice. "Don't think it'll be so easy" John raised his sword in the air and spoke "Imíonn siad san aer" A gust of wind blew in and John vanished. The wind blew into John's previous location and removed all traces he was ever there. "Fórsa trí chosaint" He appeared to the man's right and the sword hummed louder, going faster and striking the man with three times the force as before.
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[b]the man once again deflects the blade but his staggered backwards he quickly takes advantage and throws a punch surrounded by streams of Arc at the warlock[/b]
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John threw up his sword and immediately a strange symbol appeared. It resembled an uppercase F but it was angled upwards. The collision between that arc fist and powerful protection rune was devastating. A shockwave knocked John back and he barely kept his footing. He eyed the man hard. An aura surrounded him. One not of Light. John grinned. That's where this impregnable defense came from. "Lig mo sreabhadh solais. Múnla sé isteach ar arm. Beidh duine none cumhachtach sin seasamh." He held his sword in front of him as it grew brighter and brighter. It soon became blinding and he spoke one word that unleashed hell. "Scaoileadh" The light grew until it launched forward. This spell was designed to destroy and nothing else. But the cost- John immediately felt sick. He fell to his knees and coughed up blood. His insides felt like they had been frozen and heated up in a microwave. Blood dripped from his teeth as he shakily rose.
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Edited by Ta_ugra: 12/10/2015 6:25:11 AM[b]The figure was launched through the wall and into the ground outside. Somehow the figure managed to get up. With withering strength he pulled himself inside the hole he was sent through and stumbled onto his knees [/b] A figure steps from behind a canister at the back of the room. It is a female hunter with a full Vanguard issue Bog Wild 1.0 set coloured in Red White and Black with and elegant cloak matching the colours. She pulls out a small black box and presses a button on the side of it. It rapidly unfolds into a scythe matching her hight. "Hey asshole!" [b]the figure turns around[/b] Clarrisa puts tha blade around her back shoulders holding it with both hands. she builds up strength and unleashes the blade. [b]The man dodges out of the way and runs out the hole in the wall again[/b] Clarrisa folds her box of tricks and stashes it away. She sprints over to the mysterious man that saved her. "F*ck are you okay? I sincerely apologize for not helping earlier! Can you get up?"
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John looked at the curious exchange between them and saw the Hunter approaching. "So he lived, huh? I'm very impressed by that one. Who is he?" John suddenly rose and nearly fell. He just managed to stay up by leaning on his blade. He removed his helmet's faceplate and grinned. His teeth were still a bit bloody and he coughed into his arm. "I'm sorry, I've been quite rude. My name is Jonathan Macleod. Former Great Stormcaller and champion of the 5th Iron Banner. And yes, I will be fine with rest. May I ask who you are?"
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Edited by Ta_ugra: 12/10/2015 7:12:20 AM"Hello John, My name is Clarrisa Whiler Vanguard Official and Informant for Cayde-6 of the tower and esteemed Champion of the 4th iron banner coincidentally. And that person....Whatever he, she, or it is, they've been following me for about a week. Not sure who it is but they know me based on how well they tracked my patterns... I don't leave fingerprints half the time so I'm basing this off of theories." She removes her own helm aswell and lowers her hood to reveal a glistening blue face with neon green eyes, her hair was jet black and tied off. Her ghost materializes and looks him over"What was that magic you were using? My best guess is Oral Sympathetic Bindings but I don't know for sure as I've never heard them in Golden age Irish before...hmm I believe that's what it was"
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"Fascinating" John sat down right there is a curious pose. He appeared to be pondering his situation. "For the Vanguard, you say? Unfortunate. I've got a bounty on my head. Accusations arose several years ago for those who wanted my seat on the Great Nine. 'Black Magician', 'Light Eater', 'Worse than Yor'. How have you not heard?" He rose again and sheathed his sword. He glanced at the Ghost that asked about his casting. "It was a good attempt but ultimately incorrect. It's only a filthy version of Nordic runes. Converted to English of course. The Irish have been known to speak it but not during the Golden Age." "Not the point. It's much more simple than an Oral cast. I simply channel my Light through these runes and use a Voice Command to sort them. In theory, I could master Direct Conversion by focusing the magical energy by using Spacial Distortion. But doing so would impede my abilities greatly. Humans have had access to the Light long before the Traveler, or at least versions of it." John lifted his arm and a small circle of runes began to orbit around hand. "The 'magic' I use is in the most literal sense. They are spoken words of power. They influence the universe directly rather than through a casting medium. By speaking them, I can influence the universe directly. However, I cannot control it. That's why my body is put under such strain. I am fighting Mother Nature herself by forcing my will into reality. And I must pay a toll each and every time."
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Edited by Ta_ugra: 12/10/2015 8:03:58 AMThe ghost lights up with curiosity "Words of power? Are there many of these? And what do you call this art? An--" "Astra! That's enough questions. John I never said I didn't recognize the name, I am just reserving judgement for myself seeing as you saved my life." "But really though what do you call it! And how are the words made?" The ghost chirped a little overzealously
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John stared for a second and then suppressed a snicker. "Your Ghost is adorable. He's so intrigued" "[i]Would you like to switch? You seem to like him much more[/i]" "You know you're my Ghost. I'm just saying he's a rather curious case" "[i]Keep telling yourself that. It might keep me happy[/i]" "As for your question, the process has been more or less lost to time and translation. I haven't discovered ten percent of the words of power. Simple ones such as [i]Solias[/i] and [i]scaoileadh[/i] can be cast with minimal training. However, more advanced spells require years of meditation and the raw talent to flex Light. Rarely seen with the newer generations." "[i]You don't have to give up all your secrets, you know[/i]" "This one is interesting. Plus, I haven't even gotten to the real juicy stuff." He glinted at the Ghost. "Oh! As for the name of the process, the most accurate would be Universal Linguistic Manipulation, however there are versions of it. I know all but one type which... Is just... Horrible"
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Clarrisa beams "all of them? I guess I'm not special, I guess I wasn't anyway but, I do very simple 'spells' but I perform mine in Latin. I only really know the simplest ones like..." "[i]Vi[/i], which means force... It allows simple and short pushes and pulls." "There's [i]Statera[/i] which means balance, I use that to keep me on my feet in the worst of times..." "And there is one other [i]praevalidum[/i] which allows a small barrier for about 2-5 second at the most" "That's all I really know of that. I use it with this little beauty quite often" She pulls out her little black box. "I made it myself about two months ago and I've improved its applications since then."
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"Utterly intriguing" John peered closely at the box. "Is it truly mechanical or does it use Spacial Compression? Oh, I and I would learn several other spells as well. Not difficult but nevertheless useful. I find I use [i]sos[/i] quite a lot when dealing with other mages but [i]chur ar ceal[/i] works wonderfully if used on complex spells" "[i]You wanna take her on as a student? Don't make me laugh[/i]" "Of course not. She has promise and that's exactly why she should stay away from this magic. It's dangerous and requires a great deal of suffering and sacrifice. So much blood..." John drifted off into space but snapped back to reality quickly. "I'm sorry, personal preference. But I'm serious. Stay away from this power. It'll make you into a god but soon you'll find yourself rivaling a devil" His voice became hard as stone and his eyes were cold.
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Edited by Ta_ugra: 12/10/2015 8:59:03 AM"Understood" she said sarcastically "anyway the box uses materials I store in my ship, at the press of a button it turns them into a weapon, so far I have managed to configure a Scythe, a Bladed Whip, and Jet Propelled Gauntlet and mot can be maneuvered into a shape that can fit most firearms to provide grips, stocks, sights and much more. She's my pride and joy" Her ghost looks up at the man"so why is this power SO physically dangerous?"
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"Well, dangerous is perhaps strongly worded. Taxing is more accurate. Remember that each spell you cast is turning your will to reality. You impose a force or state upon something not controlled by you. It's the fuel of this process that makes it so dangerous. It uses a wielder's 'life force'. It's also been called 'mana', 'soul', and 'heart'. The more you use, the less time you have. Because I'm a Guardian, the tax is significantly reduced. But as you can see..." He opened his robes to reveal a series of vicious scars that appear to be from a variety of sources. Stab wounds, burns, slashes, void burns, freeze scars, and many others could be seen. "...the more powerful the spell, the more life you lose. Even a Guardian's infinite youth is no match. I have aged much over the years. Much more than I would have without magic" He closed his robes once more and secured them. He turned to look at them with a gaze full of regret and pain. "The costs are far greater on those around you. Everyone that I have ever cared about has perished. Sometimes from my own hand. I've lost over a dozen fireteams throughout the years. Each time I barely avoid death only because someone takes my place" He was silent for a second before speaking again. "When you push your will to reality so many times, you can do it without even thinking. No matter what you truly want. Your nightmares come to life just as much as dreams"
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"My condolences for your losses." She scratches the back of her head and looks down "on the bright side... That hasn't happened to me yet..." She nonchalantly reloads her hand cannon "I guess I thank you for your assistance. I need to be on my way to find out who that is... I hope we can meet again in the future, as you seem like quite an interesting conversationalist"
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"I don't think I'm that interesting. I'm just a crazy old man." He sheathed his sword and stretched. "Ahhhhh. That man that was following you should be more or less taken care of. For the time being. The spell I used is an obliteration type, only designed to destroy what it's cast on." He pulled out a small PDA and pressed a few buttons. A few seconds later a ship boomed into the atmosphere. It was an older version of the Iron Banner ship, called [i]The Birth of History[/i]. "The spell will continue to eat away at whatever fuels his powers for three days. So you should have him off your tail for a while. Make no mistake. He's not dead. Much as I wish it" John exited the building and walked into the heavy mist that descended on the Cosmodrome. The wind now howling a quiet tune. "I hope to meet you again before the reaper comes to claim me. May the Light go with you" With that he disappeared into the mist, again a legend and a villain.
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Clarrisa's little ghost pops up and mutters in awe "what a badass..." "Right?!"
