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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 2:07 pm
As often as it is believed - and commonly proven - that the Light will always triumph over Darkness and evil, many records fail to indicate isolated cases in which the odds are so nigh-impossible as to bend the will of those standing in the Light merely to survive in the situation, let alone attain their goal. Although several stories relate these incidents to a champion of unparallelled power among a swarm of insignificant vermin so overwhelmingly outnumbering the individual as to make it difficult. But supposing the odds were not only overwhelmingly numerous, but also significant individually...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 2:22 pm
Blackthorne investigation: Ilyia Nerian
Rumor speaks of a girl from the Keirisan plane of Silverlight. A Divine Creation, so they say, a creature of supernal, perhaps divine stature. I have taken it upon myself to investigate this creature for the purpose of gaining what information I may.
While some refer to this creature by "Ilyia", others whisper only the title "Silverstar" or the "Hand of Mystriel". It is said she utilizes all manner of elemental Light with skill beyond comprehension.
Sadly one can assume nothing, and while rumors are as much speculation as factual scattered tales of this entity have given light to a brief light shining on their history.
Ilyia appears to have been charged with the duty of filling the absence left in Mystriel Silverlight's obligation to avoid all form of hostile conflict, in essence her instrument of war. Although created as an individual with little more than an alarmingly high moral belief and a duty to serve in war, Mystriel treated this girl as her own daughter, the only family she had ever taken as her own. Still Ilyia did not hold to that care for long, and set off to hone her capabilities above and beyond expectations and quite often, assumed possibility. For ages, she has spearheaded campaign after aggressive campaign in the never-ending war of Light and Darkness within the planes of Keiris, presumably forever locked in the Shadow Wars. Still Ilyia has not lost faith, driven on between unrivaled strength. Her duties have since left her alone quite often, and to the alarm of everyone she had ever stood by, in the middle of an assignment with a peculiar pair, she vanished from even the eyes of Mystriel, presumed to be dead...
I must confess though, little evidence has been obtained regarding this individual. If all supporting cases ring true, the creature lives on at the age of an alarming 8 trillion years, and stands at 5'9" tall with a girth of merely 112 pounds. Little else is known regarding the physique of this creature.
The latest known sighting of this creature is recreated below the signature of this examination. Would that I had more information, it would be shared here.
Kares Fridenara "The Eternal Chronicler"
Blackthorne Planar Study.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 2:53 pm
 Ilyia Nerian
An agent of light, hidden in the shadows...
I could never have dreamed this would happen.
Ilyia stood for several minutes near the peak of a mountain, staring on at the silhouette of the grand structure she could discern through the mist overshadowing a bridge. Certainly nothing normal, she figured, and yet the rumors she had caught wind of on the way through the various cities and towns seemed to hold some merit. Something incredible lay at its heart, something perhaps even as powerful as herself, or worse yet enough to finish the job she had been evading for seven millenia now.
Behind the cowl of her cloak she lowered her head such that she had to gaze up in her view just to see the central height of the structure itself, and a shudder traversed up her spine as she thought of all she had left behind. After being gone so long, what would Mystriel think of her? She had witnessed the beginnings of an unforgettable stand, but was forced away for her own sake. If she was still alive - another shudder shot through her as she considered the alternative - if Mystriel had lasted this long then the Creation's fight still had as much meaning, whether she would be welcomed home in the theoretical sense or not.
Her thoughts focused on the central power within the walls. Easily enough magic to be noteworthy as treasure for the hunters she had bartered her information from, and they seemed friendly enough... perhaps more forward than friendly but by then Ilyia had learned the meaning of lust and quickly knew to avoid any of the men with a peculiar manner about her, let alone any not quite fully in their right mind.
She shook her head within the cowl, forcing herself to regain her train of thought. The magic seemed familiar to her, so she could only assume it held power to one of the natural elements, but even more so it held sheer destruction to its name. Fire, she deduced. The only element in all existence - besides perhaps Soul - to be branded entirely destructive, and she could not mistake the arcane origin of what she had found. Certainly nothing to smile about, considering how long the structure itself must have stood. Nothing she could let fall into the wrong hands...
But again she looked up at the building itself. Such a massive structure could not have been erected as merely a labyrinth. As confident as she was that the wrong hands would find significant trouble in reaching the source, so would she, and to back down now would easily make her the less persistent. It had to go, sooner than later she realized.
And yet there she was, poised on the side of a mountaintop, having yet to move for her newfound objective. How precise she had become in the past few millenia had seemed unbecoming to her, had in fact not sat well with her for the entirety of its time but in looking back it was usually only for the planning. She shook her head again, reminding herself to keep on track. Only one way to go about this, she figured. From the bottom up.
She took a few careful steps down the mountainslope before she picked out the trail she had left behind and followed it with her eyes, frowning slightly under the cowl at how long she had made her way up and instead of tracing it back down took a more direct route. She made it to the bridge five minutes later, where it had taken her forty to reach her earlier position. She also was not feeling quite magnificent after her footing had been lost in a miniature avalanche, but she recovered fairly quickly. After a moment to reassure herself and tighten her cloak about her, Ilyia began making her way across the bridge itself and stopped a scant two paces short of the main gate.
This is what I was created for, though;
I can stand where she cannot. I can fight where she would fall.
Order Of Chaos: The longest single-character post I have ever made. That took a while haha.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 5:33 pm
 ☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧Ptolemy Abhiba☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Bound into service by my charge
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My essence thins with time.
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Ptolemy drifted through the realm, hidden on all but the fifth, sixth, and seventh planes. If he so desired, a high level djinni such as himself could conceal himself on all but the seventh plane. His duty was ridiculous to him. He who aided the build of Trinity, Maheed's grand temples, even the young Earthen realms. There he guided in the building of the pyramids, of Prague (not that there was a large significance in Prague. Everyone had been summoned there) But the details of that were irrelevant for this small, insignificant charge. Stealing an object for his master, a magician from Earth who knew far too much for his own good.
The djinni had no great love for any of the realms other than the Other Side, but among them, Earth was the one he despised the most. (A note here, Ptolemy is named a male only because of his semi-preferred form) The reek of the soil itself there was so very strong and potent, and the silver of that world burned his essence far too much. It was comparable to elven silver, safe for the human forges were neither comparable in heat or grace.
As Ptolemy progressed, the castle came into view. He narrowed his essence (he was not yet in a solid form) as if in thought (the djinni was constantly in a state of perpetual thought. Having five levels of thought tended to do that to a person) upon feeling the waves of pure power coming from the castle. Either it was one singular artifact, the artifact he had been charged to obtain, or a multitude of objects. Whichever it was, it didn't concern Ptolemy much.
He touched the ground soon after, reluctantly, for the earth was a bane to his powers, (he was safe as long as he was not encased in it, or underground too far. Such matters he had learned how to deal with) and assumed the form of a male human. It certainly was not his favorite form (among his favorite forms was a grand feathered serpent from his Aztec acquaintances, a dragon, and most beings of the air. He also didn't mind appearing in other, mythological forms) but it would do for now, until he was more sure of his surroundings.
There was another figure in front of the gate, a female. The djinni could tell, his intuitive intelligence read energy signals down to a very precise sense of the person. This being, she was of the light. Having dealt enough with masters across the universe, Ptolemy learned that his presence would most likely be viewed as unfavorable. (Demon was a term most djinn disliked. A few however, used it to their advantage to boost their dramatics in a summoning process)
Nonetheless, the djinni stopped, flickering through the seven planes leisurely, still several paces behind the woman. There were no messenger imps cluttering the air with packages, letters, or merely their ugly selves, no foliots slithering along the ground or hovering to go about business. It was quiet. Ptolemy both liked this, and disliked it. The lack of his kind made his essence ache, in a lonely sort of way. No one to complain about masters with, although, he only chose to associate with the middle to higher djinni, and an afrit or two. Marids hardly paid attention to him, not that he minded. A good intellectual conversation would be nice also. Someone who knew how long eternity was truly.
He shifted his weight on his legs slightly uncomfortably, already feeling the ache in his essence from being in one form. Ptolemy coughed loudly, in an attempt to be noticed by the figure. He coughed another time, to ensure it, before looking on with a slightly bland expression.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:04 pm
Ilyia Nerian
An agent of light, hidden in the shadows...
I could never have dreamed this would happen.
Calm yourself, Ilyia! Ilyia shouted at herself inwardly as she nearly started at the sound of the coughs behind her, though she turned her head slowly, only one eye gazing back at the man from about the cover of her cowl. Not alone, it seemed. Certainly nothing she wasn't accustomed to, but she was not necessarily pleasantly surprised by the fact this time. His choice of attire led her easily enough to remembering the day she had fallen from grace into her pseudo-corrupted state. In fact after a half a second she realized he looked remarkably like...
She could not think about that now; to stand silent for too long was to betray suspicion. She could only hold a blank stare for so long, she knew. Turning about the rest of the way she took a half-step back from him, betraying her slight unease at his proximity.
"I have to say, this is an oddity," she said almost darkly - a tone she had learned to appreciate while guised - "a hunter? Or are you here on other business?"
She lowered her head slightly and pulled her cowl down such that her eyes could not be seen behind them, but not quite enough to hide the slight bite she clamped on her lip. Whole visions of that fateful day came back to her, particularly of Despair's most up-front individual who she'd learned was as close to perverse as she'd ever encountered in all Keiris. If this was the same man...
This is what I was created for, though;
I can stand where she cannot. I can fight where she would fall.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:23 pm
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧Ptolemy Abhiba☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Bound into service by my charge
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My essence thins with time.
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"Well it depends on how you want to view it. I could be a hunter, or I could be on business. However might I point out to you, that a hunter would be on business, therefore it would be irrelevant to point out if I were on business then, should I be a hunter," Ptolemy said, arching an eyebrow, and speaking in a tone that suggested at an air of superior intellect, something that the djinni carried with him nearly at all times. He couldn't help it really, nor did he want to. It served his purposes.
"Furthermore, a hunter can be a great many things. There are hunters of knowledge, hunters of heads, enlightenment, the list goes on really." The djinni resigned himself to picking at one of his fingernails while inspecting it in front of his face with interest. "Despite what the humans say, there are an infinite way to looking at things, if you have the mental capacity to. Ahh..." Ptolemy looked up briefly at the woman. "But you aren't human are you?" He asked, before resuming his self grooming with little interest. As to why the woman was there, he had very little care as of the moment. Most of the physical beings bored him, unable to keep up with his speed of thought. (Then again a large dozen of imps owed their lack of lives to him for their ignorant blunderings)
However, whatever insight the woman had to the castle, he would be as appreciative about learning it as he could be, in his current state of mind. There were only a few people in the realms that he gave a great amount of respect to. More than half of them were dead. Still, his master had the cruel mind of letting him blunder about the castle without direction, only knowing that he was looking for an artifact of some sort that would be useful in the line of work his master was doing. As long as it wasn't retrieving a golem's eye (too many memories of empires using the dreadful men of clay and earth tainted his perspective of the person who would order him to find one) he would go along without protest. Not that he could protest too much. His essence still was warm from the last round of fire whips that he had suffered from a witty and under-appreciated view of the realms, and the magicians who dwelt in it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:42 pm
Ilyia Nerian
An agent of light, hidden in the shadows...
I could never have dreamed this would happen.
Ilyia listened to what she could, and while it bordered to her line of thought on ranting it also held a difference each time that in fact validated a point. It struck her easily enough though; this man was no simple treasure hunter as she had initially tried to indicate. An intellect, she suspected... a mage? Certainly there would be reason for a mage to go chasing after an object of empowered flame such as she had noticed, but the nibble on her lip dropped as she relaxed in the realization that her initial suspicion had been disproven by his wit. At least she hoped as much; seeing Ke-Saren with such an intelligence would be more alarming an experience than she needed right away.
To top it he had asked about her origins. Already deducing that she was inhuman despite her perfect resemblance to one behind her cloak - and on top of that she had been behind the cloak the whole time; how could he have guessed? For whatever reason though, he had figured that much, and had earned him another half-step of distance between them.
"Your powers of deduction are exceptional, stranger," she congratulated him, "and still your answer comes unexpected. Neither hunter nor on simple business, I imagine. Very well, what is your business here?"
In her mind a small series of potential answers sprang to mind, but only one notion alarmed her; it was in her line of duty to ensure that whatever this thing was, it could not fall into the wrong hands at any time. She would have to destroy it, and if this man was after it, then it was likely to get her in a bad situation. She trusted momentarily that her diversion from the subject of her nature would stand, but at the same time, as always, she doubted it would last.
This is what I was created for, though;
I can stand where she cannot. I can fight where she would fall.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:59 pm
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧Ptolemy Abhiba☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Bound into service by my charge
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My essence thins with time.
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"Oh, well, thank..." Ptolemy broke off in his mid prideful sentence, his manner seeming most self-contented. If it was one way to get him distracted (mind, it is not easy to deter him form a topic) it was to compliment him. He was not vain, not in appearance, but his intellect was very important to him. (Compliment a dragon on its hoard and see what happens)
"My purpose here is irrelevant to what you are Madam" He said, not even wishing to begin the long explanation that would certainly include him having to explain what he was, why he was here, who his master was, why he had a master...the headache it gave him just brushing through the topic persuaded him into silence. Instead, he looked at the castle with mild interest, his eyes still appearing to be slightly glazed.
"Or even to why you are here I might add. It is just like a human-ish creature to get particular about the details," Ptolemy said with a yawn, his arm coming up to cover his mouth as he did so. It was not a yawn propelled by the need to obtain oxygen, the djinni had no need for that, or any other substance. Food and drink alone would induce pain. Unless, said food and drink were alive, but the basic summoning prevented the summoner from being consumed, unless there had been a misreading (one poor bloke Ptolemy witnessed consumed by an afrit, the style of which the djinni admired greatly), or a stumble in words, or a mis-draw of the pentacle. Even still, human was not something that most djinn would consume unless it was a flaw in the summoning.
(Little bit of a shorter post, I'm headed off)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:40 am
Ilyia Nerian
An agent of light, hidden in the shadows...
I could never have dreamed this would happen.
Ilyia turned back to the doorway and tried the handle, not at all surprised that the mass of the gate would not budge with the contraptions she suspected were just on the other side. At a loss for any mundane means to be rid of this man, she turned back to him and sighed with a drop against the doorway, arms down at her sides. As if by instinct, her left hand felt for the crosspiece of the blade resting at her side, and thus confirmed continued to let it down.
"I've learned throughout my life not to make initial judgements of a humanoid figure, but it appears as though we hold a common perspective; business of our own within these walls." She curled a hand into a fist and tapped it against the gate's surface twice, "It seems as if you know what you're doing, though... I suppose you have some manner of getting through an enormous barred gateway then?"
Wishful thinking, she suspected. He seemed as if he wasn't about to let one obstacle get in his way, be it herself or the massive doorway. She noted to herself that she could without too much trouble disintegrate the entire entryway but she realized it would draw far too much attention to herself both within and without. Attention she would at all costs avoid.
This is what I was created for, though;
I can stand where she cannot. I can fight where she would fall.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:19 am
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧Ptolemy Abhiba☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Bound into service by my charge
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My essence thins with time.
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Ptolemy chuckled quietly to himself as he regarded the gate. It's make was crude (compared to Prague and numerous other cities), and easy enough to get through by him. A simple Detonation, but why would he help this woman? It certainly would help him none, and might slow him down in the long run. What else could this woman be after if it wasn't what the djinni was charge with retrieving?
As far as him being humanoid, it let him on to a vital secret about this woman. She couldn't see onto the higher planes. This let him know A, she was not a dijinni of essence, B, she was not from the elites on earth, and C, he already knew all of this. She was not what she wasn't appeared to be on all seven planes, even higher up Afrits and Marids had trouble maintaining their guises on the seventh plane. Not that he hadn't seen it done, but still, it was unlikely.
For getting over, he decided a simple manner of shifting would help him (Ptolemy was fond of showing off his more dramatic forms) and he shifted rather easily into a silver and scarlet feather plumed jade serpent and easily picked himself up and over the gate. He coiled rather neatly into a seated position and regarded the woman while preening his fur.
"It is rather simply really." He said bluntly, using a obsidian claw to scratch the earth gently. Ptolemy was not about to open the gate for the woman, but he was interested in hearing her reaction, with little fear of it. (Not that he feared his master. Au contraire, the man was a fool and very ignorant in certain matters. Certainly a spectacle to behold when he was angry, even if he cared for outlashing with fire a bit too much.)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:45 am
Ilyia Nerian
An agent of light, hidden in the shadows...
I could never have dreamed this would happen.
Ilyia betrayed none of her unease that the man had so easily passed her by and quite evidently held no intention of rendering assistance to her. However, she looked up to him momentarily before disregarding him completely. Harsh though she knew it to be, she would have to waste no time in stalling in the face of defeat. With a hand to the gate itself, she pushed against it slightly to measure its resistance before deciding on an alternative tactic.
A triplet of silver lines crawled out from her hand to three points angled such that when they connected from point to point it could have made a smaller way through the entry than the entire gate itself. As they connected the space between them glowed intensely with a silver light and fell away into little more than dust.
Ilyia proceeded to make her way through the makeshift tunnel and into the entrance hall. A small smile wove its way onto her face despite her obvious demonstration of ability. The place sent a chill down her spine, and for a brief moment she tightened her cloak about her. An uphill battle, figuratively and otherwise. Something was very wrong here...
This is what I was created for, though;
I can stand where she cannot. I can fight where she would fall.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:17 am
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧Ptolemy Abhiba☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Bound into service by my charge
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My essence thins with time.
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Ptolemy humphed at the female's ignoring of him. No matter. He would succeed before she would, he was sure. Resuming his form of the humanoid figure he entered the castle and would have immediately gone to the left (for that is where he could feel the energy strongest, and left was his favorite direction) if it hadn't been for his slight hesitance upon seeing the Anubis statue in the center of the dark room. The floor was of a sleek, solid piece of obsidian, and the pillars were of woven steel. The walls themselves were of a dark metal, the kind that made Ptolemy shudder ever so slightly.
He had to say that he was mildly impressed with the castle's interior, the high arches nearly invisible to a searching eye. There were a great many crossections to the rafters heavily shadowed, and the thought came to his mind that it would be an easy hiding spot for something other than himself. Then again, they could be good hiding spaces for himself too.
There were five corridors with a heavy blackness within each of them, fanning out from behind the great statue. The fact that the god of the underworld was represented by a statue made the djinni halt near it in his haste to pass it by. His eye was drawn to it, particularly the inscriptions upon the base. Binding charges, he knew them all too well. This was not good. Not by any means of the djinni's vast imagination, and he was sure it would not be good for the woman either.
Flickering through the planes, Ptolemy cursed, a sound that echoed off the walls ominously. Threads of activating energy webs were spread over the floor, and ran through his right ankle. Thirteen seconds was all he had before...
He had scarcely shifted and sprung away before an earsplitting crack shook the entrance hall. Shards of obsidian glass flew at the djinni and the woman equally, as the statue shattered, unleashing the bound demi-afrit from it and activating it into its charge. The jade serpent slid on the slippery floor before finding purchase and stopping him. The figure that met his eyes made him snarl a few more choice curses before gathering his witty attitude. Where the Anubis statue once was, an Anubis headed demi-afrit stood with a silver sickle in its hand, wood handle clutched in the seven foot high figure's grasp. Red eyes glowed ominously in the sockets of the beast and its head swiveled towards Ptolemy with a barking laugh. It paused in its advance towards the djinni though, and turned to the woman, her physical essence attracting its hunger, and strode forwards with a howl and a swing of its sickle at its head. Ptolemy yawned and coiled himself into a seat, happy the demi-afrit was not giving him attention.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:30 am
Ilyia Nerian
An agent of light, hidden in the shadows...
I could never have dreamed this would happen.
Ilyia's hand rushed out in front of her, and with a slight effort the shimmering silver barrier erected in front of her left the entirety of what debris had contacted it to the same fate as the portion of the gate she had stepped through. Her eyes wandered for a brief moment to the Demi-Afrit, and then to its side.
"Unreal..." Ilyia muttered, before lifting her gaze and vanishing to reappear behind and off to the side of the figure, spinning to face it.
She had gained its attention just by being there, it seemed. Certainly nothing she was fond of, and even worse utilizing an implement of mundane measure against her. Short-sighted perhaps, but she resolved to use her own blade. Still, it became evident to her that the man now positioned to the wall at her side held in fact a rival interest, and if he were to witness what she was capable of could prove an enormous detriment to her case, especially in tandem with what else may be within the building...
This is what I was created for, though;
I can stand where she cannot. I can fight where she would fall.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:46 am
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧Ptolemy Abhiba☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Bound into service by my charge
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My essence thins with time.
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The demi-afrit swung his sickle again at the woman. A Detonation exploded to her left, shot from the demi-afrit and Ptolemy's feathers were ruffled slightly from the shockwaves it sent through the air. The feathered serpent grumbled and smoothed down his feathers, still intrigued in the battle before him. He had seen demi-afrits before, seen them face physical beings as well, it was nothing new, but he enjoyed watching other djinn's styles. It was intriguing. Once he saw an afrit escape a summoning pentacle because of a reading mishap and consume the magician in perfect form, a mass of black and gold, arms appearing to have Hindu influence. It was funny, how time spent in various areas of Earth and other realms stuck with certain aspects of the djinn.
Ptolemy couldn't help a cough as he relocated to behind the woman in the form of a small black imp, appearing nearly Drow-ish in nature, with gold bands on its arms and body.
"I hope your blade is silver, or at least silver coated," He said before summoning a cloud and sitting on the red tinted thing, growing in size to a small elven child, and rose in height, above the battle as to not draw attention to himself. The anubis-head sniffed the air as it backed off from the woman a step or two, be narrowing its eyes and charging at her with a brandish of its sickle and another chilling howl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:58 am
Ilyia Nerian
Witness to the cruellest fate believed to exist,
I have stood my ground with the same tenacity.
That the man knew Ilyia carried the blade she had been given at her creation indicated to her that in fact that was not all he knew of her evidently failed cover. With another brief vanish and a reappearance just inside the hollowed gateway, she spun and cast away her cloak, eyes narrowed in an intense focus.
"You don't know me very well, do you..." she said with a sigh, "just go already. If you're so bent on leaving everything to rot then so be it."
She drew her blade, a silver trail of light following in its wake as she readied her positioning in such a defensive manner as she could, eyes searching for any sign of weakness. She would have to be careful but quick... two things she had often found to be mutually exclusive.
Begone, O foul hand of corruption.
My choices are my own to make now.
Order Of Chaos:
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