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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 14:59:10 GMT -5
Uriel sighed, the flight had takken more out of him then he wanted to admit, but he had to keep his gaurd up if he where to be any help. it didnt matter to him what this god was like, the only man that held Uriel's life was the mna that turned him, but he needed to be at his best, or as best as his current state would let him be, for Fox...after all he had said before they left that it might end up killing him, although he was determind not to let that happen.
"Say," he whisoered, "how tough is this guy really?"
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 15:01:04 GMT -5
"He's severely weakened. I get the feeling.." he said, walking briskly. "That his power is returning." Suddenly he stopped. "Here."
A hissing, reptillian and fiercly malevoldent voice slithered, uninvited into the pair's heads. Irrithis, so you have come after all.
(Btw, Uriel doesn't know Fox's real name, but he will now. x3)
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 15:10:36 GMT -5
"Irrithis...?" uriel turned to Fox with a questining glance, as he felt the evilness and the true power of what was lurking in the shadows, he got the feeling that his only means of a weapon would wrk, but might not be as effective as he thought.
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 15:12:31 GMT -5
(Irrithis i find is angelic, and Snare comments (And I agree) it sounds raven-like.)
Fox did not reply, arching both his wings agrrresively. A bolt came from the clear blue sky, it lanced, coming to his hand and he held a sword - not his normal choice of weapon, but this was no normal sword. Valdagion, a black blade with an equally dark history. Just like it's owner.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 15:29:12 GMT -5
Uriel wanted to do somthing, but he didnt know what, he felt rahter uselss, and was starting to think that maybe he should have stayed back in jarn...he shook his head, such thoughts would not help him to help Fox...if that was even his name....
Uriel looked the sword with a questioning look...the man that he had met earlyer the other day was changing into someone else, or so he thought...he really did feel like he had no right to be there. but he had followed anyway, determind to help, and posably protect Fox.
He knew he was exahusted, and wouldn't last long, expesally sence he didnt have his scyth, or any means of getting said weapon. but he did remember the war that had taken place at the base of the mountains, it would take them awhile to reach where they were, but the best defense was a...dead offense, Uriel closed his eyes and began to concentrait, the clear sky turned dark and the clouds swriled overhead, down at the base of the mountan, long forgotten soliders started..popping out of the ground...like daisys.
---I just hope...Fox...can hold on until Im done---
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 15:32:54 GMT -5
Suddenly a black creature streaked out of the cave, slamming into Fox, kncking him down. Fox snarled with surprise, the creatures eyes burning with hatred. A black gem was held between two of his sharp white teeth, pinned by his slightly closed jaws. Fox snarled, somehow getting mevdenlith off him, the God stumbled back, and darkness swirled like a mist around his claws. After a while it entirely enshrouded him, only his burning red eyes for showing. The cloud grew, cloaking him, and suddenly it faded. Mevdenlith now bore a from worthy of the word' dragon'. He darted his liong snakelike nech at Fox. The fallen dodged, jumping backwards, sword in hand, landing, the hilt held in both hands ready for a strike.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 15:40:25 GMT -5
Uriel almost lost his concentration at the sounds going on before his closed eyes, but he wouldnt dare loose anyof it. he had to make sure that they got to them they could be useful, the undead where hard monsters to kncok down, even for a god...at least a normal god, uriel noticed that this being was anything but your normal god.
slowly, ever so slowly the animated soliders made thier way up the mountain, a little more then half way up, and he was starting to feel drained
---Just a little bit longer....is all I need...----
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 15:42:54 GMT -5
Fox snarled, leaping at Mevdenlith, the beast intercepting with a thick scaled arm, whipping his tail around. fox leapt over it, feathers on his wings growing thinner, or was it a trick of the light. Medvenltih opened hsi maw and black flame tore out, Fox flipepd backwards, pushing off the ground and skidding backwards, barely missing the flame. he struck again, cataching talons down his left arm, snarling with pain. Definately thinner. Blood dripepd down the abck of hsi neck. Spines.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 15:54:04 GMT -5
He felt pleased with him self when he heard the moans and gorans of half of the undead army making it's way into the glade that they stood in, he counted them over in his mind, 78, a fair sized group, mostly all archers. He lined them up, never opening his eyes, in a stragiht line, the ones with swords and other bladed weapons went straight for the Dragon with out orders, while the undead archers stood a distance away,
"Fire!" Uriel shouted, and 39 arrows laced with poision shot foward, most of them missing, and the ones that did hit mostly bounced off, only a few auctally pirced the dragons hide, one arrow stuck in his fore arm and the other one in his hind leg,
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 15:57:16 GMT -5
Mevdenltih snarled, flaming at the group, distracted. he screeched as Fox's sword drove down his flank. The sword cut through his thick hide like paper. He arched his spines, causing the spines to shoot further out of the muscle, red eyes narrowing. Fox still has the gem between his teeth, glinting. Fox noticed it for the first time, araching an eyebrow. One of the archer's arrows went stary and suddenly pierced Fox's back. On the left side of his chest.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 16:04:19 GMT -5
A few more of the archers let loose a rain of arrows and what was left of the blade wielders started hacking aimlessly at the beasts side...although they werent doing much else then distracting him,
Uriel left a pang, as the stray arrow hit Fox, keeping complete concentraion in check, he snapped his eyes open he shouted at the man with an arrow in his back, "Fox!" he shouted as he de-animated the one he assumed had launched that arrow, the undead falling to the ground in apile of dust and bone, "Fox!"
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 16:09:08 GMT -5
It had hit dead on in the right place. He staggered forwards, took a step to steady hismelf and.. Pulled the arrow out. he ignored the pain at the fletching came though, throwing the arrow to the ground, his caustic blood beggining to eat the metal, but not te grass, feathers or wood. Odd. Mevdneltih screeched, tearign atalon through a group and sending thecreatures back to hell.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 16:20:48 GMT -5
Uriel gave a blank stare as he watched Fox pull the arrow straiight through his chest, confusion overwelmed him, but such questions were best left for after the fight, more soliders took their fallen comrades place, a few auctally managed to cut Mev.
Uriel was getting argivated by the lack of strength in his weapon, e reached towards the sky and started chanting in a tounge long forgotten to the world.
The clouds darkend more and the sky became an electircal current as the remaining warriors started to join together to create on being, however the amount of engery being used, and his consent worry and new found confusion about Fox was also ebbing away at his concentration, which at this point if he lost it, could be fatel.
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Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 16:22:58 GMT -5
Fox spun his sword in his hand and it crackled with magic. He lunged at Mevendelith, oblivious to the conjoining undead.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 13, 2007 16:40:38 GMT -5
The process was taking to long, and he felt like he was not doing much of any help, so desummoning the undead, causing them all to fall in a pile of bone and ashes, Ureil used his ultimate power, The already dark sky tunred even darker as the eletrical currnets grew, the ground behind him started to crack open as the ministreal of death came to the mortal plain. Uriel didnt know if he was going to be effective against the Dragon god, but he was is last source of power. the ministreal streached his arms and looked around, "You better have a good reaison for bringing me to this disgusting plain. Uriel." Uriel wanted to sit, being barely able to keep standing, but if he was to show weekness then the Ministreal wouldn't help, and go back home, "My friend, needs help, and I left my scyth back in Jarn. I need you." "Very well" the creature walked over and raised his scyth, bringing it down on the dragon. ((((for a pick of the ministreal >> www.the-genies-lamp.com/images/h5_artwork/Necro/t3u_wraith.jpgand no, he isnt a character, this is probaly the only time im ever going to get him on the feild as he takes up alot of Uriels powers AND has a mind of his own, free will and all that jazz, I didnt say what he did, cause thats up to you, lol))))
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