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Post by Homac on Sept 12, 2009 14:57:54 GMT -5
The Destiny Islands, a world consisting of maily water, with islands placed in the vast oceans. On most islands, there were cities, peaceful, untroubled, cities.
Except one.
On a middle sized island, in somewhat large city, panic and destruction had erupted.
The Twilan had come.
Seekers roamed the city, attacking anyone they could find, while Magisters hovered above, raining magical death upon those they saw.
In the middle of this, an armored figure stood at the city hall, his figure lit up by the blazing building. In his right hand, he held the mayor be his throat.
"Please," the man begged, "please, don't kill me! Mercy, please!"
The armored man, Inekyas, seemed to contemplate this for a minuted. "Mercy, hm?" As he seemingly considered the idea, a small bit of hope entered the terrified man's face, only to vanish as Inekyas continued, "Don't you know? There is no mercy for worms!"
As he shouted this, the Twilight Lord snapped the man's neck, and threw his corpse against a wall, where it impacted with a sickening thud, and left a splatter of blood.
Raising his voice so that his subjects could hear, Inekyas gave orders to his minions.
"Burn this place to the ground, and kill everyone here! I shall go ahead to the next area."
The Twilight Lord vanshined into a portal, and the city was left behind, with the screams of people rising, and then dying out, leaving only the crackle of the flames as they ate at the dead city.
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Inekyas appeared on the outskirts of yet another city, the third in his conquest of the world.
He looked unimpressed, though this was bigger than the previous two, and raised his arms, causing Twilan to appear behind him.
"Destroy everything here!"
As he shouted this, the Twilan charged around him, while he slowly walked towards the center of the city.
[Here we go! There are 4 groups of Twilan, two made up of 6 Seekers and a Magister, which are mages, and two made up of 2 Magisters and 2 Guardians. Take them down quick, because Inekyas will be busy too!]
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Post by III on Sept 12, 2009 19:08:03 GMT -5
People had given him strange looks. Not unusual, considering. Destiny Island's rather tropical climate did not lend well to the Organization's fashion sense. And if there was any place where a man with a leather coat would be more out of place than say, the anthropomorphic personification of a duck wearing scholarly clothing - well, this was it. Not to say that the looks were hostile: far from it, they were merely curious. But given his stature and bearing, the natives kept a goodly distance from his reclining figure. Reclining? Well... he *was* technically on vacation. Sunglasses? Check. Parasol? Check. Big, comfortable, folding chair? Check. He even had a drink with the little umbrella things and though admittedly weak it was nicely chilled. He kept himself from overheating with a little wind magic (he'd grabbed ahold of a nice, stiff breeze) and damn, but this felt good. All he needed now was... with something approaching glee, Xaldin watched as things exploded. Yes. Yeeeeees. Well. He'd watch the fireworks for a little longer. Then he'd get to work. On whose side would he be? Dum-dee-dum-dum. Bah. He'd hit everything. And collect Vexen's oh-so precious 'samples.' But mostly hit things. Grinning from ear to ear, Xaldin started whistling as he sipped his drink and watched the plumes of smoke curl towards the sky. Yes, this was the life indeed. _______________ Half an hour and much senseless violence later, Xaldin had finally decided to move. Preliminary observation of tactics suggested that they were sentient, slightly more competent than a conventional army and surprisingly cohensive for a group of quasi-double-elementals. Floating at about a hundred feet off the ground, Xaldin considered the scene from his vantage point. What to do, what to do... Eh, he'd eliminate the small ones first. No need for weakling samples after all. Releasing himself from his precarious perch in the air, Xaldin plummeted like a stone. Lances appeared around him and he grabbed two. If he had timed this right, the funny looking small ones (foot soldiers?) accompanied by that weaker looking larger one (magical artillery?) would be right underneath as he- Fell. ooc: Xaldin's aiming for the magician-type. |
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Post by Homac on Sept 27, 2009 19:46:17 GMT -5
As Xaldin fell, the Magister had slid to the right, and was barely missed by the falling Nobody.
The Seeker he was aiming for, along with the Seeker next to it, weren't so lucky. They were instantly destroyed in a flare of gray energy and a chilling scream.
The other Seekers oriented on Xaldin, lunging at him with their claws forward. The Magister floated back and began chanting softly, a magical aura building around it.
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Inekyas looked around at the fleeing humans, stood stock still for a second, and then said, "Begin the collection. Take any who show promise."
As he said this, six black circles appeared on the ground and moved after a group of fleeing people.
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Hiding in the shadows of a building, a woman who appeared to be about 18 watched as Xaldin engaged the Twilan. "Huh, he seems to be the good guy in this fight."
Stepping out of the darkness, she drew a bow off her back and fired an arrow surrounded by lightning at the Magister perparing to fire it's magic at Xaldin.
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Post by III on Sept 30, 2009 22:30:05 GMT -5
As Xaldin considered his opposition he bit back a sigh. These things were so terribly... weak. Letting the Magister to escape he regarded the other little Twilan reproachfully as they tried to circle him and keep him away from their spellcaster. How dare they be rent unto oblivion with but a single attack?
Not that he didn't respect whatever the mage-type was cooking up. Still, it would have been nice to go toe-to-toe with someone capable of physical combat for a change. It seemed that he would be cursed to fight unconventional fighters unto perpetuity for the remainder of his existence.
Case in point: someone new had entered the picture. An archer, if he was reading the winds correctly.
Xaldin sent four of his lances to pester his remaining foes as he watched the magister carefully. What sort of magic would the mage try to unleash...?
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Post by Homac on Oct 3, 2009 0:15:44 GMT -5
The Seekers were quickly dispatched by Xaldin's lance, though the last was struck by the woman's arrow.
The Magister had moved out of the way of the arrow, and pointed it's hand at Xaldin and said, "Licht."
As it did so, the air in front of it began to glow, and four crescents of light appeared and flew at Xaldin, aiming to take off his arms, head, or cut him in half.
The girl snarled slightly at her botched shot at the Magister and strung her bow again and fired, though this time there was air spiraling around the arrow. It approached the Magister, who attempted to dodge, but as it did, the air burst into multiple strikes, piercing the Magister, though it's magic was already flying toward Xaldin.
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Post by III on Oct 3, 2009 8:12:01 GMT -5
A wind arrow.
Xaldin, for all of his power, had never been much of a mage. Still, he was a former pupil of one the most brilliant minds in the multiverse and long association with the man had given a certain trained curiosity when it came to his own studies about that which was wind magic. It was almost lazily that he jumped, covering a hundred feet in a fraction of a second. Really now, he was a dragoon. One did not attack dragoons as if they were boxed in by the sky.
He glanced down. It would have been nice to explore this wind arrow business more, but alas, there was always the possibility that the spell homed in on its target.
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Post by Homac on Oct 3, 2009 17:06:39 GMT -5
As one group of Twilan fell, another approached.
The girl who'd helped Xaldin was now hard pressed by the other group of Seekers and Magister.
Quickly dodging the attacks aimed at her, she looked at Xaldin's descending form and shouted, "Hey! You think you could help a girl out over here!?"
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Inekyas watched as his Collectors captured people and took them away in a portal of twilight energy.
And then the connection to some of his underlings was lost.
"Hm? It seems that some fool has decided to oppose the attack. How droll." The Twilight Lord smirked to himself, and slowly walked to where Xaldin had been fighting.
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Post by III on Oct 3, 2009 22:20:52 GMT -5
Xaldin ignored the 'ally' fighting below. A scent had caught his attention. It oozed crimson power. He was surprised it had gone ignored for so long.
"You should probably flee." He called down conversationally. He sent his spears to mop up the Seekers as he slowly drifted down from the sky. "You'll die anyway. But the harder you cling to life, the greater the chance you'll produce a strong Nobody."
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Post by Homac on Oct 6, 2009 21:58:26 GMT -5
The girl glared at Xaldin's hovering body, gave a shout of rage, and fired another wind arrow, which speared the Magister that had accompanied the Seekers, and caused it to explode outwards.
She then turned her anger on Xaldin. "You complete and utter jerk! My name is Sera Alvane, and I'm not gonna die on some freak's say-so! I'm gonna fight, and live through this!"
The girl, Sera, was obviously incensed by Xaldin's casual disregard for her, and everyone else's lives. Probably not a good idea for the Nobody, pissing off an archer with magic arrows.
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Inekyas walked into the area where the two warriors had taken down the Twilan.
He ignored Sera however, focusing on Xaldin.
"Hm, a Nobody? A pitiful being of nothing was the one attacking my subordinates? Well then Nobody, come, see how well you fare against the Lord of Twilight himself.
Inekyas called the Twilight Fang and Claw into his hands, and pointed his blade at Xaldin, an attempt to provoke the Nobody.
Inekyas also gestured at Sera, and a group of Guardians and Magisters appeared to attack her.
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Post by III on Oct 7, 2009 22:45:53 GMT -5
"Perhaps," Xaldin said casually. "But pitiful as I am, I am free[/b]. Free of the tyranny that is my Heart." By now, his focus on the archer was merely tangential. He tracked her with the same intensity that he tracked every other creature on the battlefield. The only clue to this though, was the fact that two of the lances stayed near her to skillfully weave their way around Guardians, attacking in sharp stabs at random.
The rest returned to him.
"Can you say the same of yourself, Lord of Twilight?"
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Post by Homac on Oct 8, 2009 22:01:41 GMT -5
Sera looked relieved as the Guardians were kept busy by Xaldin's lances, leaving her free to harass the Magisters with arrows covered in fire. The first fell rather quickly, the second after that, but the third created a barrier around itself, keeping it from dying.
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"Free? Really? I had heard that Nobodies yearned for the return of their hearts. To me, that seems as though you are tethered more than any being who has a heart. I don't really hold much on the opinions of worms however, and you fall directly in that category.
Inekyas turned away from Xaldin as he said all this, but as he finished he spun and fired a crescent blade of darkness off the Twilight Fang directly at Xaldin's chest.
What Xaldin didn't know however, was that the last three Magisters were hiding on nearby roofs, ready to hit the Dragoon with an ice spell if he dodged by jumping, which would drag him to the ground and leave him at Inekyas' mercy.
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Post by III on Oct 9, 2009 21:51:39 GMT -5
The air hummed.
And suddenly Xaldin was reminded of, of all people, Xemnas[/i]. They were different, of course. The Superior was hardly a saint, but he had purpose and structure and ruddy-tuddy monologues that had probably gotten him killed. The opponent in front of him had none of those qualities.
But their power was unmistakable.
He leaped upwards softly, floating five feet up as he avoided the attack by a hair. It had been a while since he'd engaged a foe seriously. His remaining two lances returned to him before violently heading towards the Lord of Twilight, joined by two more that he released.
"And yet out of worms there grew wyrms," he said softly, going into a battle trance. "Let us see..."
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Post by Homac on Oct 10, 2009 21:53:18 GMT -5
As he watched Xaldin avoid his blast, and watched it continue on to destroy the building that it connected with.
Upon other buildings, the three Magisters pointed their hands at Xaldin and said, "Fimbulvetr!" And a blast of ice speared out, heading for the Whirlwind Lancer.
Inekyas ran at Xaldin as well, swatting the lances out of his way, jumping up to his height and slashing at him with his blade and claw.
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Sera rushed the final Magister at her height level, moving through the barrier that had dissipated, and stabbing it with a knife she'd drawn from a sheath on her hip.
The Magister went down hard, with Sera landing on it, and burst into light and darkness, which rose around her.
"Ha! I told him that I could handle it."
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Post by yami on Oct 11, 2009 0:27:47 GMT -5
 OOC: Canon Crew has Arrived, may the Twilan go down in FM Canon!  "Memoirs of the friend who was left behind..."
One of those left behind was Tidus, whom spent most of his free time practicing. He wasn't going to fall behind Sora and Riku. They were off having a good time being heroes...and he was stuck with school? The thought bothered the blond, thus the only way to relieve such thoughts was to practice. Except for today; no today there would be no practicing. Instead Tidus had laid peacefully atop a building. It was a shop, ma and pa's type establishment. Tidus knew the owners well, frequenting after school. Yes, it was just one of those lazy days. His white dress shirt was short sleeved. The buttons undone, well the top two, revealing a small bit of his chest. He wore a light blue pants and a tie as well, said tie was plaid blue with white and teal (light). His shoes were dark gray, practically black dress shoes. Yep, standard uniform for his High School.
Sleep, call it an afternoon nap. Whatever it was classified as, it was interrupted when the Twilan decided to invade the city. His city, no less! He kept to a corner of the roof, hiding behind a low rise wall. Three Twilan had gathered, they looked like magicians of sorts. The creatures looked weird to Tidus. Despite the looks, one thing was certain for the teen.
"Those guys don't belong here."
He prepared Island Defender, his boken as he crept into position. They were distracted with some sights below. He could hear the gist of a conversation below. These creatures represented Twilight from what he gathered, their leader was below. That didn't exactly give them a name...but it was useful info. "Fimbulvetr!" the mages proclaimed and that was when Tidus sprung into action. His boken swiping horizontally at all three of them. He aimed to knock them aside, more than likely sending them off the roof.
It seemed there was some additional help, a girl had proclaimed she could handle something. Yet he couldn't fully make out the voice, mostly due to his focus on the enemies along the roof. |
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Post by III on Oct 11, 2009 16:20:10 GMT -5
Xaldin jumped again, one foot hitting air as if it were ground and all but vanished as he soared upwards at ridiculous speeds. A new presence - merely that of another child - wavered into existence as the winds spotted it. It appeared to be attacking more of the mage creatures which also materialized.
Huhn.
The child would probably die. Xaldin doubted it'd produce a strong Nobody, but he'd been wrong before. Whipping his arms back, Xaldin hurled his lances
at the remaining rooftop Magisters while hanging in the air, one hundred feet up.
"Kings should fight alone," Xaldin tut-tutted from his lofty perch. "Or else they are not worthy of their crown."
Below, his four spears engaged the Twilight lordling once more.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao