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Post by Frost on Aug 18, 2006 6:47:50 GMT -5
This is the training area for all the dark soldiers and creatures. It has an archery range, dummies for slashing at, targets (moving and unmoving) for magic, and everything else required for training. Any dark soldier or creature may come here to train if they feel like it.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 19, 2006 12:31:16 GMT -5
Seera strode determinedly onto the field, her face completely void of expression. She had decided to train her ability to control her Shades, but the ability took quite a lot out of her, and if she wasn't careful things could get very messy. Though her movement was slightly hesitant, she pulled her silver flute from it's spot on her belt and pressed it to her lips. She'd start with something easy; a warm-up of sorts.
Fingers moving delicately across the keys, she played a soaring melody called "The Exile's Lament". The air surrounding her seemed to darken, getting colder with every note. At last, her music stopped sharply, and Seera let out a slight gasp as the black scar through her left eye turned silver.
Before her, in a whisp of smoke-like darkness, had materialized a black, wraith-like prescence. It was almost nine feet tall, towering over her menacingly, glaring out with pure red eyes. These eyes were the most horrifying feature, their hellish gaze like the source of all terror in the world. One look in them could easily freeze even the bravest soul in fear. It's body was humanoid, perhaps, although it was hidden by a smoke-like veil, a cloak of shadows. All one could see of it's form were two wings, colored like the midnight sky, and as ever-changing in shape as tongues of flame.
Seera looked up at the shade, staring hard at it, a look of dominance on her face. She then opened her mouth, and out poured a stream of strange-sounding words; commands to the shade. After a few moments, the creature let out a mournful groan and rose into the air, circling several times and landing again. Seera then spoke, and dismissed it, her scar turning black once more.
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Post by Frost on Aug 21, 2006 5:59:22 GMT -5
Xarin, also known as the fourth double-bladewielder of the realm, strode into the training area with a menancing air about him. Strapped to his belt were his four weapons, the vague light reflecting off their evil-looking surfaces. Looking around, his icy gaze located a clump of dummies, one of which had its head already sliced off. He would start with them of course. Retrieving one blade from his belt, he threw it into the air and waved his right hand whilst it was in mid-flight. Immediately, a cold blast of wind enveloped the weapon, causing it to spin wildly. Using his other hand, he began to toss the remaining three blades, one by one, into the dangerous tornado of blades. When all four of them were spinning, he moved his hand in a sweeping motion towards the clump of dummies. The blades then spread out evenly, gliding upon the ground like a carpet. Whooshing towards the dummies, they cut the poles that held the dummies straight up. As the dummies collapsed, Xarin once more turned his blades into a whirlwind of flashing metal, and very soon, the dummies were nothing more than a pile of torn cloth and stuffing. He stopped waving his hand, and the four blades came to a peaceful rest at his feet. Perfect...I've not lost my touch. He whispered to himself, a strangely creepy smile tugging at his lips. Picking up his blades, he put them back into his belt, then looked around, deciding on what to rip up next.
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Jezzebelles
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Light/Dark: Second in Command
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Post by Jezzebelles on Sept 2, 2006 14:50:59 GMT -5
Camarin walked sinetly over, her light purple eyes looking at the other around. Moving to an area far away from the other two, she looked at her staff of gladiolas wound around the charred stick of elm, and at the black crystal with the ancient fire swirrling inside of it. Quickly, she threw it up into the air, as the wood and crystal dissapeared in a flare of gold fire. A vine came down right into Camarin's hand, as she stood, the whip falling delicatly, the flowers not even being damaged at all. Smiling, she began.
It looked like a dance, with the whip swirling with her, and being lashed out once in a while. Aiming at a dummy that had not been destroyed yet, she leapt up into the air, her long, tight, dark red dress flapped around her ankles as she held up her whip. One of the gladiolas flower at the top disattatched, as Camarin, her eyes a complete red, held her hand out. Fire lit up the flower, but it did not burn. The edges of the peatels got harder as well. Camarin then made the peatals come off, one by one. She sent them at the dummy, on the way down, becoming larger like giant petal shapped axes.
After sending the peatels to get most of the dummy destroyed, and getting the flower back together and on the whip again, Camarin lashed the whip out, wrapping it around the dummy. Ripping it out of the ground, stake and all, she flung it into the air at least twenty feet, probably more. She then rushed her left arm's arm out, causing fire to burn forth and destroy the dummy. Ashes fell in it's place, completly incinerated. Smiling, she brushed her arm's off, the black, odd shapped tatto's making her skin look extremly pale.
She flipped some hair out of her eyes, which were back to normal, before flicking the whip and turning it back into the staff. The fire inside the crytal whirrled around, as she begen to walk and look around, an aura of evil around her.
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