Phantom

Exactly, it is hard to depict which is which... otherwise i think it rocks and a lot of detail has been put into the body shape....excellent.

Separation of the stanza's... each stanza symbolizes one key element... length, care, heart... EFIN SWEEEt.. you have just created by my standards a flawless poem.. Critique: 9.673/10

[color=sienna][b]Ganshed:[/b] (welcoming his old friend, and apprentice, and the three odd, new people he has never met) "Hello hello Lacroix, there is much to discuss!" [i]His beard, never ceasing to fail him even in his old age. Ilythiirtar stirrs, eyes stuck on Eve, another elf, she radiates a quiet, subtle glow that captivates the young elf. Wearily glancing from guest to guest, only worried about one... The lonesome traveler...[/i] [b]Lacroix:[/b] (pointing to to Eve, Blaze, And the new one..) "This is Eve, an old friend, and strong warrior, blaze... and ...well I never asked this fellow's name..." [i]All eyes turned to the wanderer. All eyes less enthusiastic than could be expected, especially for the situation...[/i][/color]

[color=sienna][i]Knowing he was missing out on something, Ilythiirtar?s eyes stream downwards, glinting in the darkness, his face expressionless, eyes grey, morbid, he is worried for two people now, his emotions stir as he worries for his mentor, his love as well in the head of the moment can get herself into hectic situations, which he wishes that he cold help prevent or at least neutralize. Looking down at this ?action?, he notices a phantom (hehe) arching across the space below him. Now realizing the disturbance he felt before, the uncanny sense he obtains for knowing when someone is in mid-judgment, Ilythiirtar knows that the drow was in deep thought. This worried him, Lacroix always contemplated upon the murkiest reflections. Wishing he could have witnessed the twist of notions Lacroix must have been thinking...Shrugging it off, knowing there were much more dangerous things to worry about, one of which included his brother who now seemed over matched by the gigantor of worm! Amphoricating this brother?s side, Ilythiirtar draws his shasmir, a wave of dark clouds surround his heaving body, an intricate patchwork of ebony traces cloud the atmosphere around the two warriors?[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?So you think I would leave my advisor and mentor and kinsman alone to fight this?.wretch?? [b]Serenol:[/b] ?Shut up and do your thing?.? [i]Nodding curtly, the elf amphoricates into the caustic body of the worm, his eyes burn but for a very short time, another calling for his energy transversal is best done within the beast of subject, for more than one reason, Serenol will not be hurt and, only the beast will lose its power. Besides, Ilythiirtar is technically not vulnerable to it while within its massive body. The pink texture of the worm instantly goes dark grey, its life blood being sucked from its inside out. Ilythiirtar emerges a moment later, skin bright red, teaming with ichor, he grins, commenting telepathically to his mentor that Eve will certainly like this sight. Now even though he is strengthened, the worms? massive life force was only leeched partially, as Ilythiirtar has much to learn about life stealing. Serenol lunged at the worm, Alaris weidled?[/i][/color]

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[color=sienna]Name: Megaman X (RockMan X) Type: MavHunter WOC(weapon of choice): X-buster, Can be enhanced and upgraded. Capsules(four max): Leg: Air dash, allows X to do a dash while hovering in mid air. Arm: HyperBuster, an arm-cannon that fires plasma beams that CAN be charged. When he gets the same capsule as the sabre, he can charge them farther, and you can charge special weapons. Body: He takes half the damage and convert the extra damage into HIGHLY explosive energy. Head: Detect hidden passageways E-Chips: X-def: increases X?s defense capabilities. X-sp: allows X to walk on spikes. X-Of: increases X?s offensive capabilities. X-max: does the same as all three above put together. Appearance:Gee Red gem in the forehead, brown eyes, Armor is blue, turns white with blue limb creases as you get capsules. Blue helmet in which the gem is set. His buster in left arm but can upgrade for busters in both arms. He is also six feet all. Bio: X is the lead protagonist of the series. Found in a capsule buried many years ago by the famous scientist Dr. Thomas Light, X represented the first in a revolutionary line of robots - robots that are capable of thinking for themselves and making their own decisions. However, because such technology posed a high risk of error, Dr. Light sealed X in a capsule that would test his diagnostic systems over the next thirty years. During this time, Dr. Light passed away and the capsule remained buried in his laboratory. X was eventually unearthed by Dr. Cain an indefinite number of years later.[/color]

[color=sienna][I]Being the friend he is, Ilythiirtar traveled up in Serenol?s wake, invisible by his cloak, he grins, knowing if his mentor ever was to need help, he would be there in a flash, and just as strong, if not stronger than his mentor. At the bottom, the rest of the party continued on their daily activities, all except Alriy, who was never really seen much anymore, wandering in now and than, his face a mess, Eve was worried. Along with the rest, who all felt a sense of comradeship between each individual of this posse. No one solitary member of the group would make it in this quest without another to aide him...So being the mystical person he is, Oblivion decided to try to help facilitate this dhampire, of course with the aide of Eve.[/i] [b]Eve:[/b] ?Oblivion, we know nearly nothing about you, maybe?.you wish to tell us more?? OOC: hint hint.. IC:[b]Oblivion:[/b] ?In time, you are rather impatient.? [i]Growing even more flustered, the impertinent Eve walks off scuffing angrily, a flash of lightening shoots down in her wake as if summoned by a holy tempest.[/i][/color]

[color=sienna][i]Walking briskly in a stark march, Ilythiirtar heads for Ganshed?s house leaving blaze in his wake.[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?Elf?longsword? Never seen this before, I do believe it is quite a challenge to hold that eh? hehe.? [b]Blaze:[/b] ?I know, I have learned over time to become rather adept to this style of fighting?.? OOC: I just noticed this, how the hell is john allowed a sword if he is a elf? If I knew this..i would have used my shin bar, not this dammned dagger? IC:[i]Nodding passively, Ilythiirtar leads Blaze to the cabin. Ganshed waiting, his human brow raises with surprise.[/i] [b]Ganshed:[/b] ?A new friend Ilythiirtar? I thought you were the only elf within miles?? [b]Blaze:[/b] ?Ah Ganshed!!!!!!!! The Ganshed Lacroix has been ranting about?? [b]Ganshed:[/b] ?The one and only, now where is my old friend?? [/color]

[color=sienna][i]Jumping down to his lover, Ilythiirtar grips his angel, he knows it is not her fault for hurting him, she thought it was all good fun. Kissing her forehead, he gripps Alriy with a warn touch of amphorication, gently plopping the Dhampire on his a-s-s, making him sit.[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] "Now my angel, we will clear this matter up." [b]Alriy:[/b] "Too hurt to fight you, elvish fool." [i]Eve motions for her love to release her friend, and he does, letting Alriy choose his destiny, he holds his angel within his loving grasp.[/i][/color]

[color=sienna][i]Looking from side to side, his strength renewed, the young elfish warrior?s blade gleamed with a shatteringly luminescent grey opaque glow that beamed from the sun?s refraction. His eyes meeting with Serenol?s, nodding, his glowing eyes flicker to Eve, he smiles, rubbing his lips, winking?[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?It is after all, its my head you?re in?? [i]Blushing, Eve turns to face Grief, her eyes a flame, feeling utter guilt for this misfortune that has been placed on her friend. Drawing her Shinkoru, the aged Eve dashes at the demonic presence leaving the also aged Serenol and Ilythiirtar in her wake. Jumping with a horrendous slash, she rolls in mid-swing, landing three feet aft of the demon, who feels helpless now that his foe is not expressing anger, only heartfelt comradeship with his friend and future lover. Growing strained but not defeated, Grief draws his dual rapiers, they glow with an ebony mist that radiates from them translucently. The peeling glare he transmits would be enough to jolt even the most veteran warriors. Plunging both unholy blades into Eve?s leg, a near miss by her icy blade sends Grief flailing backwards defensively. Outside this heroic battle, Eve?s body materializes beside Ilythiirtar?s body, the cupric wave of unholy magic that Grief?s rapiers enthrall sends Eve?s mind from Ilythiirtar?s body, an act of desperation from the evil being, and his most punishing attack, for it drains him of nearly all his energy. The shunning of Eve was only the beginning of his epic mêlée with the elves. Ilythiirtar and Serenol come down on him with great speed; the Alaris Serenol holds travels through the left shoulder of Grief, leaving a trail of blue holy magic. Ilythiirtar comes crashing down with his Shin-bar, the fiery stalk of metal misses the mischievous sprite by only inches. Screaming in pain, Grief plunges his blade upward, in an attempt to shun the Holy Knight as well. Foiled this time by Ilythiirtar?s quick thinking, a wave of newly found dark amphorism resounds from Ilythiirtar?s left arm, drawing the demon?s arm into an erroneous, crude miss. Not letting himself fall vulnerable, Grief ends his reign of darkness over his eschew abilities, allowing himself to regain the agility required to engage two warriors. Flipping backwards in a flash of dark obscurity he flashes around the warriors mystifying them with speed, his blades pepper Serenol with minor wounds, causing him to writhe in pain. Ilythiirtar, whom was slightly less scathed by this brutal assault, amphoricates behind the demon, sliding his Shin-bar into it?s back, which instantly upshots an enormous howl, causing Grief to stop his nimble attack, dropping to the ground, landing on one knee, grinning up at the warrior?[/i] [b]Grief:[/b] (as the lime ichor spews from the rent in his back) ?Finish me! Destroy me with your hate! EVE IS DEAD!!!! I LONG SINCE WRO?.? [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] (cutting him short) ?Enough! You have wrought enough pain my foe, I shall kill you with a stalwart honor! And will obtain NO pleasure from your death, I only wish to rid myself of your presence.? [i]Lunging at Grief, Ilythiirtar recommences his clash of intricate multifarious swipes of parrying sidesteps of eluding and thrusting, challenging his foe, defense and attack. Ilythiirtar finally swings fruitfully, effectively severing the right upper limb of Grief. The slash leaves Ilythiirtar motionless, staring in horror as the ghastly blood surges in a current of black olive ichor. The wound seals itself, it is very real, and Grief returns to his circumvent of drives of compelling thrusts. Serenol, struggling to his feet?realizes his body is slowly vaporizing into the air, his body evaporates to the point of utter transparency, his mind angers as he knows exactly what is happening. Once again outside Ilythiirtar?s body, the group gasps as Serenol?s body becomes visible.[/i] [b]Artea:[/b] ?He isn?t alone in there again is he!?? [b]Hunter:[/b] (coughing) ?Yes! He is, but I believe he is okay, he sent me out, he wants to finish this himself?? [b]Eve:[/b] ?Didn?t send me out,? (rubs her leg, and knee) ?..Bastard took me away!..? [b]Grief:[/b] (controlling Ilythiirtar?s mouth) ?I am going to die, Grief will prevail, Grief is almighty.? [i]Within the field, Grief smiles, levitating, cross legged as before. The scenery changes. He looks over his head at the rolling clouds, his body reforming into a new beast of immense proportions, Grief-Odium. A new set of arms break open out of his lateral abdomen muscles, and he sprouts wings. Dark hideous, symbolic wings of the Urdur he ahs become, his eyes glint phosphorus black claret, a maw of razor framed teeth, he howls with his perfection, grinning at Ilythiirtar? With a atrocious quake of energy, it runs at the elf, lighting emanating from its thick rear hide, traveling to the ground, flaying any chance in hell at being any less terrifying to this young warrior. Flipping backwards, Ilythiirtar wards off the best with a vicious blast of telekinetic energy, his mana?st drained quickly as he fires off a large blast of dark magic at the beast, which doesn?t seem to phase it in the least, charging still? Knowing out-right he will have to use a transversal, Ilythiirtar wonders what could keep him from being destroyed at his most vulnerable point of attack?With a great deal of cunning, his mind flashes as he grins at the beast. Using the remnants of his energy, he quickly fires off a draping blast of hanging energy, letting it cloak the immediate surroundings with a lynching cloud of mana?st. He calls out the infamous chant that has kept his body in this trance to begin with;[/i] Amin setu ah canton , amin setu ah canton, alesiu senimau mah , shientau heaise shunkoru. shinkoru shinkoru! lle seniia heti vane! lle hutru ah may shinkoru! i will not belive, i will not belive, evil shall not win. nothing but illisuion, illusion , illusion! you will leave me! you real no, only illusion! [i]Lifting his sword, Ilythiirtar jumps high; flinging his blade directly into the ground (this all within seconds) as the blade enters the ground, a volcanic tremble of earth shakes the ground as the hanging silt of magic drops downwards promptly, causing a box of irreversible darkness to be endowed monotonously between the two fighters. Landing, Ilythiirtar trims through this box at twice the speed of light, not nearly even leaving this corporeal plane of imagination, yet doing factual damage to this beast?causing it to collapse. The wake of elements leave it nearly dead in a battering barrage of earth wind fire and water?and unfortunately love, thus keeping it alive and well. With the gift of time given to Ilythiirtar, he cowers back, chanting a soft melody in tune to his gold plated lute (most of the stuff he is doing is coming from his future skills, all of which will not be used once this ?fight? is over, for he will again be a child.) the incanting of the uplifting song drives the nearly dead beast into a lulled rest. Once this is done, Ilythiirtar rolls perfectly, beginning his Energy Transversal. As he calls out to the spirits around him, his mind and soul rapes everything of its energy. A dimly lit arch of life force is pulled from the grass, sun, and mostly Grief himself, all rippling toward Ilythiirtar in a breath taking yet murky eclipse of life twisted into death in a mystical embezzle of existence. Once the transferal of energy is completed, Ilythiirtar grows immensely strong, now invulnerable to the beast?s attacks, he waits, watching, knowing Grief wont be so easily defeated. Outside the body, they all watch as Ilythiirtar?s body glows bright red, his body emitting a glow of power, precession and fate-struck supremacy. All gasping, not understand what is happening to their young friend.[/i] [B]Grief:[/b] (calling his energy back with a dim spell of evil) ?You moron, you think you stand a chance?? [i]Amphoricating Inside of Grief, Ilythiirtar explodes the body to pieces using a small sum of the energy attained. The entire scene, covered to the brim with black body mass, a deep jade soaking of ichor seeps through the grass like a veto of abhorrence. All Ilythiirtar hears is a laugh, the lagh (hehe Laenska!) he has grown to hate with a grand zeal. The body reanimates, the ooze squishes together in a disgusting malarkey of bone cracking, blood curdling resonation. The type of resound that would insinuate godlike dimmunities. Again, the beast is healed. Leaving Ilythiirtar but one choice, to coerce his body into allowing an orbic soul lance to penetrate this being?Reefing its very soul into something no less doomed than the anchor of the titanic itself.[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?Fine! You leave me no choice?And thank Lacroix a million!? [i]Not even knowing who Lacroix is, he subconsciously calls upon a spirit of drow-like utensil. The power is of such supplement, Ilythiirtar could easily produce two or tree high powered lances, and so, he does, from seemingly no where, three deathly black ebony lances protrude from the Urdur?s body, as if originating within, the renting pores spew forth the indulgent black corrupt blood?Nothing Grief can do to stop it, nothing he can do to avoid the dampening of his life, the spirit of his foe, disintegrating before his eyes, turning to ash but a grief-filled soul of odious sachen flame?the flame contracts into a diminutive miniscule resound of life?the skies grow clear, the pile of ashen demon flow gently (ironic eh?hehe) in the weighing billows of passive wind? Ilythiirtar?s eyes flutter open tiredly, his body aches and he sees six shadow-like figures stretched out over him, he cowers away with tears flowing from his ember-grey eyes, he weeps with a passion, after watching that unfold like a movie before his eyes, a deathly cry of terror shatters all of their consciousness, calling the ones who knew only part of his pain to rest at his side, as the remnants of the part stood in awe, understanding little of the events that just occurred, knowing they would shortly be informed of the deeds they will be endowed with soon enough, but for now they gawked onwards with disbelief and confusion-rich trepidation.[/color][/i] OOC: Sorry for my long boring page-breaker, if you don?t want to read the entire thing, you do not have too?many apologies?

[color=sienna][i]Gazing in revelation at her brother, Eve jumps to him, pissed still, but happy to see that his wings have been rehabilitated, his Holy Knight status renewed. He is in his element, the heat of the moment. She rushes to him with an eagerness long since seen in the dark elf warrior.[/i] [b]Eve:[/b] (while flanking her brother.) ?Need a hand?? [b]Serenol:[/b] (curtly.) ?Yes, take care of that damned ice head, I cannot be falling in mid battle?? [i]Aft, to the right rear of the sibling, the remaining group members collected thoughts before attacking. Mara well in control of herself, able to fight with the gusto deemed natural to her, she lunges forth, passively focused. Watching the actions with a fervent discourse within his brain, worrying for his future sister-in-law, hoping her health will prevail. Knowing Serenol would never allow her to fight with the unborn child within her; he knew that the next best thing would be to have his young apprentice who appeared to be teaming with energy and might to defend her. With the flash of a shadow cloud of thought, Ilythiirtar was beside his soon to be brother/mentor?s wife, offering a pledge of correlation.[/i] [b]Mara:[/b] (before Ilythiirtar was even in earshot) ?Yes of course my dear friend? We shall ally against the retched blazing sachem of fire.? [i]Ilythiirtar merely nodded with approval as they left in a wake of dust, Ilythiirtar?s body resonating a hum as his body flickered red also with blue. They traveled in a rouse of heat, roaring at the skull of fire known to be the chimera?s head of scintillating phlogiston?[/i][/color]

[color=sienna][i]Ilythiirtar quickens his hastily dodges of the golem?s flames. Trying to outsmart the beast, he sheathes his blade and draws his lotar crossbow, loosing three bolts into the golem?s neck and chest, causing it to pass to its knees in a paralyzed rage, his head drooped and chest heaving?Flames of anger spurt from his shoulders, shaped like a dragon?s maw, two heads of flame chase at Ilythirtar. Jumping out of the way of the two demonic trails of flame, re-drawing his fiery blade, he amphoricates behind the beast, sliding his blade into the back, causing a gout of fire to spurt at Ilythiirtar. Instinctively, his hand presses against the golem?s back, a black ghastly aura of shadow erupts from the Shadow Master?s arm, flinging the beast into the wall of this ?palace causing the walls to crumble into flames. Not ending his siege of dark magic, Ilythiirtar beings another go at the energy transversal, hoping Alriy, Hunter, and Lacroix would stand clear, he gives Alriy his bearer of release, asking him to protect his vulnerable body while he performs the transversal. Accepting it, Alriy takes the black disk of bearing and allows it to levitate above his head as his claws gape, he lunges at the fire beast, watching it slowly turn into nothing but a smoldering pile of ashen dust. Turning his head, he sees Ilythiirtar?s body glowing red and blue, obviously stealing all of the energy from the golem, also taking some from the icy fiend to his aft?As the transversal completes, the waves of energy begin to radiate off Ilythiirtar, as him, Alriy and Lacroix circle in on the icy frost giant.[/i][/color]

[color=sienna][b]Haas:[/b] (at the base of Firemyst?s tree) ?So I am not the only one who is being haunted by my past?? [b]Firemyst:[/b] (looking down at the juggernaut) ?Pfft! Haunted? Not I?? [i]Shrugging off the obvious lie, Haas stands, walking in toward the nearby brook, leaving in his wake an unjust trail of blood. Wondering how in the name of God he could have a cut, Haas just cleaned the wound on the surface of his forearm, the plane of skin etched with the seal of lord Sepet. The haunting images flash through his head in a blaze of strobeing (sp?) light. Dropping to the ground with a great clunk as his heavy armor delivered a great thud on the ground. Eyes black, (complete opposite to normal) His mind shuddered with a dark envelopement. Namida was the first to hear the thud of weight on the ground. For the juggernaut?s impact was actually silent, she felt through the ground, a disturbance in the life of her earth. She rushed to the fallen companion and with the help of Lacroix, who was almost as quick to feel the disturbance, only because he was farther away from the seismic disruption. They picked the gigantor up and set him against the closest tree, an elm.[/i] [b]Mara:[/b] (just arriving on scene) ?Christ Haas, it is still getting to you?? (Rubbing over his eyes, which she found usually helped remove the noir immurements of his eyes.) ?..Come now, Haas, we are here?? [b]Namida:[/b] ?Hey Haas?rest, we all get these too..? [i]Following the order deftly, Haas immediately dozes unperturbed in his relaxing respite. The rest of the night develops without conflict, the rest of the party slept nearly soundly until the sun burst through the tree line, waking Mara, Alriy, and Namida? Firemyst, Haas and Lacroix already awake, scanning the environment.[/i][/color] [url]http://esphantomes.250free.com/haas.jpg[/url]

2 things: 1. sWeeeeeeeeeeet! a-s-s banner! omg...nice.. eheh.. 2. Those are some pretty nifty articles of writing and i feel that they make one think more than he should at 6am heh... but however nice stuff.. they dont call this personal developement for nothing.

[color=sienna][i]Showing face alone, Ilyhtiirtar approaches Serenol, shin-bar drawn, face and body beaten and swollen from the perry of fights he encountered on his way to Serenol.[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?My brother, The Alaris!?,..I figured you would need help?here I am my brother?I am yours your employ.? [b]Serenol:[/b] ?Stand strong, will need your full honor and concentration.? [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?Aye..? [i]Standing, blades out, ready to right. Both men stood strong with the glare of evil at their back, the arrival of their companions alone will allow them to begin their quest to retrieve their relics. Thinking about the mirror belt, Ilythiirtar promenades that he will reflect the unholy magic of the necromancer enough to allow for peace, for the Alaris to bead its dead ever more?Disrupt the evil and clash a wake into the true heavenly bliss off Faerun? the land of the people.[/color][/i]

[color=sienna][i]Immersed in slumber, Ilythiirtar rests gently, his eyes never falter, closed, calm, the undoubting, rest assured feeling he is having is one of the purest, most thoughtless sleep of his life. The most steadfast nobleman would not be able to resist the stunning quills of the sea dragon?s forty winks quill of slumber?Dozing into the abyss of freedom, the master fails to wake up?instead, allows himself to be engrossed in the desires his mind lets him be wrapped up in. His first jaunt of thought led him to a mystic meadow, filled with petalblossoms, and willow trees. Reminiscing with his childhood, he runs through the meadow absentmindedly, only to watch his mother be shot down with ancient lore magic?he waits for them to leave, than reuniting with his dead mother?The day he lost his innocence? Second, his mind traveled through time and legroom, his love appeared at the door. A wink in her eye, he jumped to her, taking her in his arms. Yes they were only sixteen and in elfish that is almost infant?But it was his first love, and in mid kiss, mid embrace, halfway there halfway not? her soul, her life her encrustation of place value and meaning, taken away by a bane creature of soul stealing actinium. Her body to ashes, before his eyes? In a final embrace with eternal pain and suffering of the mind, he saw Eve?.Eve of all people his mind begins to wretch and turn, splintering, plummeting into the wall of hat and mistrust?his eyes are fooled?he sees his love with another man, and a part of him dies instantly. Tears do not flow from the sleeping elf, his fight for release never attained?the sleep is eating at him, and he can do little to nothing to stop it? he is losing his mind and every second he sees of his angel with the demon he so loathes?disintegrates his core. Not even closing the eyes of his cranium to death would stop the grief he considers. Waking, finally, with a grand blunder of fate, his eyes play echoes with his ears, showing of amazing sights without the embrace of sound?he still, doesn?t realize the pain has yet to end?he cannot bargain any longer?feeling it come to an end?he cannot take the agony?he ends it there, stopping the visions?cutting himself from the dream to the real?.[/i][/color]

[color=sienna][i]Caught up in his thoughts, a rich entanglement of confusion, hate, guilt, and sorrow fed into the mind of a young elfish knight-to-be. These forms of thoughts are known to drive the sanity from ones mind rather efficiently. Ingenious however, the fact that this demonic presence would and should destroy the lives of the innocent? Carrying his thoughts in a bemused way, Ilythiirtar trotted on, kept pace, but said nothing, a battle had to be won in his head, the mind could be deceiving in its ways when corrupted by pure evil.[/i] [b]Ilythiirtar: - known now as Grief, for he is under the influence of the darkness ? [/b] (A loud) ?Sniveling morons, your ineptitude with leave you all in the state of pool of inconspicuous blood?. Depilate the hairs f your nose and integrate your hate with one and all?.? [i]Passing over, the body of Ilythiirtar smacks the ground with an epic thud, causing and unexpected turn of the eye. Not one of them had understood a word he had said and only one was keen enough to understand what had happened.[/i] [b]Artea:[/b] (angered) ?You tried to save me and now its minions come after you!!!? (telepathically screaming inside the head of Ilythiirtar, screaming at Grief, not knowing its name, only feeling its existence.) ?GET OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? [i]Passing into a dark slumber, Ilythiirtar watches as the beast unravels itself within his very consciousness, trying to fight it, but too young and weak? the feeling over being overwhelmed too much for his body, he spits forth a mass of wretch, a black engulfment of evil, sprung forth by his will, the will to redeem his body of its pure sanctum, the spewing of evil dark blood in an impressive but worthless attempt to rid his body of the evil endorsement that wells within. Standing alone in a field?Ilythiirtar, aged ? around twenty five in human years ? and brawny, he stands at will, Grief sits opposing him on the flanking side of the field. Levitating with his legs cross, this retched demonic minion has his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back, giving this young fool a chance to think he can win?drawing his shin-bar (future weapon) Ilythiirtar dashes at the beast who merely diffuses into the air behind him, wind billowing through the youthful elf?s deep brown hair, his anger causing him to lose control of the situation;[/i] [b]Grief:[/b] ?Release the hate!!...DESTROY ME!? [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] (angry, but actually relaxing) ?Ah, you waste your breath, I have a job to do and you will only fall captive to my reign if you stay within my head any longer!? [b]Grief:[/b] (laughing demonically) ?I will not fall under the reign of a child, now kill me, hate me, loath me!? [i]The fight inside Ilythiirtar?s consciousness must be fought alone, and without hatred, for the test of loyalty to the cause is underway? If the chap loses to the demon, his body will be turned into a minion siege worker for Artemus himself?If the fight Is won but by using hate, Artemus can wish to employ this warrior to his bidding without the groups knowledge?This makes Ilythiirtar uneasy. Depriving him of the friendship and companionship he requires. The pure fight against Grief is useless?.[/i] [b]Artea:[/b] (a loud) ?Ilythiirtar Snap out of it?!!! We are here for you!? [i]The words are barely audible by Ilythiirtar, he collapses in the middle of the field, Grief takes advantages of the elf in mid-clutch of his ears, driving his fiery elbow into Ilythiirtar?s spine?Causing him to pass over in pain?The voices still reign supreme, as he hears Artea, his strength is renewed, popping to life. Flipping out of the next sweeping blow from the demon, Ilythiirtar stands before it, ready to battle to his death. Outside this mess, in ?the real world?, Valen, Tyron, Artea and Karina surround the resting elf, only Artea is fully aware of what is going on, thank the heavens Grief isn?t a smart demon, and revealed himself before going to work?[/color] OOC: For those who dont understand because they cant read, and for those who dont understand because i cant write....what is goin on here, there is a demon in illy's head and he is fighting it...as if he would imagine himself in the future...adult form...

[color=sienna][i]Marveling, eyes wide, thoughts deep? for the first time in a long while, Haas felt superior to something?Looking around at the rest of the operatives, he noticed that there was a heavenly glow to them all. Veering off to the side, keeping to himself, he examined his Dakrs, marveling yet more at their perfection...After spending the last thirty seconds in disbelief, the juggernaut calmed himself, noting that he was not alone in this collective exasperation of combined divinity of oneself.[/i] [b]Mara:[/b] ?I swear, we have to do this more often!? [b]Haas:[/b] (in-mock) ?Quiet fool! This is only a figment of your imagination!? [i]The group shared a laugh at the oaf?s tacky but uplifting remark, sharing in what might seem to be the last laugh for a while, as Firemyst announced the next bidding of god, and again silence would reign.[/i] [b]Firemyst:[/b] (sighing) ?Haas, Mara, thank you both, but this is no time for high jinks. Let us begin this holy quest? Be damned if we cannot complete this?? [b]Alriy: (Fire) [/b] (to Namida) ?I hope he isn?t always like this, heh? [i]Namida just nodded, clutching her bladed staff with an unpleasant denotation on her captive visage, the gist of seriousness run across all of the warriors, mages, and assassins of this kinfolk. [b]Lacroix:[/b] (in deep thought) ?Take this incantation of my will and soul, give me the strength and will to complete this mission, Amin ah oh cantor salab ca heti no?? [b]Haas:[/b] (again patting the assassin?s shoulder) ?Remember that you are one of us. Never lose trust in me for one?? [i]Simply shaking off the comment, somewhat angered at the rude as well as abrupt interlude of his thoughts, Lacroix nodded passively, actually seeing this giant for what he is. Deciding to take the offer of trust most oddly, Lacroix reached out, taking the ogre-like fellow?s hand, expressing recognition of his allegiance to this man. The group as a whole had settled down, observing their new environment?[/i][/color] OOC: The only one who KNOWS the setting is john and i dont want to make it up, for it will make the rpg worse...and Lacroix was most understandably observing the surroundings from the second they got there, so yea...hehe...this is gona be a fun Rp.. :)

[color=sienna][b]Gaib:[/b] ?Damnit Ilythiirtar, be carefull with those flasks!? [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?Aye, but Ganshed said to hurry!? [i]Confused and a little bit annoyed, the human scientist waved his young elven apprentice off, hoping in his ineptness he would not ruin yet another of his grand labs. Just shaking his head at Gaib, Ilythiirtar moved out of lab and into the hallway of petalblossums, where he set the flasks of solute on the stands for his mentor. ? Mostly master, for since Ganshed, his true teacher and dear old friend of Lacroix, could not maintain the sufficient training for the young elf, so he sent him away for a couple years. ? [/i] [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] ?I have to leave Gaib, Ganshed told me to meet him at the brook outside the city.? [b]Gaib:[/b] ?Whatever, as long as my flasks are safe?..? (under his breath) ?..ungrateful wretch, you?? [b]Ilythiirtar:[/b] (to himself) ?Yeah, they are safe, you incompetent swine..? [i]The glimmering brook outside the laboratory-home of bristled clearly. This one of the few pure streams of water left near the capital of Milanhost, for these damned humans were so destructive?It hurt Ilythiirtar to see such but as business is business, life with be life, and what happens he thinks, is what is meant to be. It troubles him so that he cannot be in his homeland, he would have loved it there. Reminiscing with his subtle dreams, the elf makes his way along the embankment of the brook, a scroll under his left arm, he whistles? Dropping almost instantly, he draws his dagger of flames, TheGekitsuu, his excess baggage dropped beside him as he nearly becomes invisible to the creatures that seem to be hailing from the far side of the brook. Seven, maybe eight red, over-sized ferret appearing beasts about ten feet long trot viciously along the stream, fighting and playing with each other. Ilythiirtar freezes in terror, knowing he could kill them all if forced to but not wishing to kill himself, he waits, letting them pass by, knowing that Ganshed would be the first to hear of this new race of felicides?[/i][/color]

Yes the depressing ones are bout YkW, and its best assured that she knows she has her most loved friends and bloodline family to know we ar here.. also this should be kept between us john, not the entire boards.

John, excellent work.. that I KNOW is from the heart... *nods empathically* I hate to doit but, disection time: the lack of rhyme could be better made up for using mutiple stanza oriented writing.. and that is the only critisism i can come up with. the words used to describe the events that took place within that poem were quite well chosen and yet another top notch renderment of your mind and soul... 8/10

This my friend is a true masterpeice of your mind... it is your first thoughts... the unaltered unabridged version of your inner sanctive thoughts.. Happy I am to be able to read such ....realism of expression.

ooc: Before we destroy the plot of this role play we should end this ooc scurmish of love and such.. um hehe and start rping again.. "en send" my friend means i will edit for u "and send" to u...

OOC: hell no! man ile even edit the hair and hood..well not hood that would be too hard.. but ile doo hair! for u an send kk?