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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
12/29/2015 6:35:55 AM
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The bones and void energy seemed to be trading words, almost as if they were conversing. Jonathan thought this to be strange. He set the bones on the floor by what what appeared to be the base of a single conflux. The wishers grew louder and softer, changed tones, and languages. Then, in an instant, everything fell silent. Jonathan snapped up right from sitting against the wall. His Hawk Moon drawn and at the ready. He slowly approached where the exchange had been happening.
Then it happened. The void collapsed in on itself, wait a split second, and erupted back out again with such force that it threw Jonathan out of the throne room and back into the hall way. His vision was blurred and his hearing rang. It cleared and his ghost was yelling at him to get back to his feet. He slowly up righted himself, and what he saw made his blood turn stone cold.
The fireteam that had disappeared, was now standing in front of him, but they had changed. They were solid black, like silhouettes, but it was them, standing before him. Dark, rich purple void energy rolled off of them and billowed across the floor like fog across a lake on a cool morning. Jonathan stared for a moment. He turned, and ran he never had run before… but he could hear them coming, and they were coming fast.
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[spoiler]one thing. Eyasluna, not Hawkmoon. Although I get it[/spoiler] John's feet pounded against the ground. The echoing of the boots against stone were lost in the fog. "This is bad," John said to himself in his head, "Very very bad. I have no idea what the Darkness spewed out but I could feel it. The power coiling off of them. It made the Taken look positively bright." He could hear no footsteps behind him but he knew they were there. And they wanted him. He needed to do something to help him get out. Something anything. He jumped into the air and turned around, now floating backwards. "Slabhraí de ceangailteach" Coils of arc energy erupted from the ground and wrapped around the silhouettes. It appeared almost as if they would be stopped, but then the runes that burned in the air were consumed by the fog and the coils vanished. "Damnittttt" He turned and ran again, while he was forced to use the platforms, the silhouettes just floated closer and closer. "Alright, if magic doesn't work on them, maybe I can use it on myself" John, while continuing to run, placed a hand on his chest and spoke, "A dheonú dom laus" A small rune burned on his chest and he was able to run 3 times the speed of a normal Guardian. He hoped it would be enough to escape.
