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Post by Væte on Dec 12, 2011 23:11:30 GMT -6
Væte came into Gil'ead with slightly more focus than he had into Vroengard. He'd double checked the illusions over his eyes and hair and kept his hat as well. It hadn't been a big issue if his sorcery slipped his control or he just plain old decided to forgo it while he'd been wandering from small town to small town - small towns rarely had anyone or anything that could put up a serious threat to a Shade. Dragons, though - Væte was not the stablest individual, even by Shade standards, but he had no desire to be mobbed by dragons.
He had a couple of long daggers hanging from his belt - taken from someone in one of those small towns who had imagined he could put up a serious threat to a Shade - and felt he was ready for any eventuality.
Everytime we think that, part of him pointed out, Something goes horribly, horribly wrong
You're such a pessimist, he told himself. Nothing's going to happen.
Famous last words.
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Post by Andirekkr Darrenson on Dec 12, 2011 23:52:21 GMT -6
Kyle and Andirekkr had yet to leave Gil'ead, and found himself enjoying the sights of the city. It was both a sampling of the strength of the elvish buildings, and the ability of humans to take anything onto as their own. Through out most of his walking, Kyle was hearing a running commentary from his spirit companion. With one so old that had spent so long in the bodies and service of so many, he had knowledge that was both first hand and stolen from minds of sorcerers. Andirekkr was never bitter about it though, just determined to lead his life as well as he could from that moment forward. The spirits broad scope of knowledge was as large as the world, or at least it seemed to Kyle with his limited knowledge of raising his cattle and living a life of the nomad.
While wandering through the city, Andirekkr gave an alarm inside Kyle's mind that was so large that it nearly dropped the boy to his knees. He drew his mind in as deep as he could away from the spirit, keeping just enough touching so they could talk. There is a shade just a few streets over, he is cloaking his appearance, but has down nothing to hide his own magic. Andirekkr pleaded with Kyle to move to the Shade, but Kyle kept bringing up one problem in particular.
I don't have a sword, let alone any other weapon Andirekkr. The human was desperate to avoid conflict with the Shade. He wanted to leave them to the Riders, and figure out how to get Andirekkr from his body. But the spirit was driving him to take on the Shade. It's determination to destroy every single one of the monsters was stronger then anything that Kyle had ever felt before.
Pick up a blade of grass, and get a thread from your tunic Boy. Kyle could feel the magic that was bubbling under his skin, being generated by Andirekkr. Magic with out bounds, but not his own. He bent down and plucked a stalk of grass from a crack in the street, and pulled a loose thread from the bottom of his shirt. The energy rushing down his arms now, it hit the blade of grass and twisted into the body of it, twisting and growing the plant until it grew longer, and started to shine like steel. The thread flew from his finger tips, and started to wrap around the growing grass. Enlarged far beyond their size, the grass-blade and thread now formed a sword with out a guard. You have your sword human Swallowing, Kyle started to walk towards the shade, keeping the rounded point of his new weapon pointed a the ground and flat against his leg as he went to attack the monster.
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Post by Væte on Dec 13, 2011 23:44:33 GMT -6
Væte felt something was wrong the moment Andirekkr did, but he couldn't quite place it. For a moment he thought it was another Shade - but he could feel that there was something deeply wrong about it, a kind of upset in the natural order.
And the upset, the wrongness, was heading straight towards him at high speeds.
Væte whipped around with inhuman speed to face Andirekkr and Kyle. He could feel the magic bubbling in the two, and it only increased the sense of disturbance.
He put his right hand to one of his daggers, but he didn't immediately attack or take on a defensive attitude. This being should not exist - but as ever, Væte's curiosity overwhelmed him.
"What are you?" he asked, fascination and amazement almost entirely overwhelming the hint of disgust in his voice.
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Post by Andirekkr Darrenson on Dec 14, 2011 0:41:25 GMT -6
Kyle
Andirekkr
Kyle awkwardly brought the newly formed sword up to keep distance between the two. He had no idea what he was doing with the thing. Had it been made from real steal, he was not sure he could hold it up that high at all. But magic made all things possible it seemed, as his sword did not feel any heaver then a branch he would carry as a staff. With shivers running through his hand, he answered the Shades question, "I am the greatest version of you" He flicked his eyes over the man standing before him, and saw nothing but a man. His eyes, face and hair was nothing that seemed to be a trait you would have stuck in his memory. The person standing before them was nothing but a wallflower. Are you sure that this man is a Shade Andirekkr?
The spirit just growled in anger and frustration, pushing at the boy to let him control the body. But this thing Kyle had refused to let happen. He turned against the spirit, pushing a hot spear at its being when ever he tried to reach out for any type of control against the boy.
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Post by Væte on Dec 15, 2011 12:57:19 GMT -6
"The greatest . . . version . . .?" said Væte, in complete bafflement. "No, but really, what are you?" Some basic instinct was telling him to get rid of this thing, but he ignored it, instead skittering closer to stare at Andirekkr and Kyle. "You're not quite a Shade, are you?" he said, reaching out tentatively with his mind - not battering, not yet battering, but stretching out a feeler. "And not quite a human. That's wrong." But the fascination hadn't left his voice. "How did that ever happen?"
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Post by Andirekkr Darrenson on Dec 20, 2011 0:07:17 GMT -6
With a growl, Kyle clamped his thoughts down as he felt a tickle of thought coming out from the man in front of him. It felt the same as Andirekkr's thoughts, strange and otherworldly. Something that could easily rip a mortal apart. It was clouded in something that could just be called evil. Not needing any more proof of the creatures nature, he grasp a second hand around the grass-blade, and swung it at the Shades chest. Fool! you must stab the Shade in the heart! The spirit warrior sprung his mind at their foe, pushing against the thread of thought that Væte had been using to feel what the pair was.
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Post by Væte on Dec 20, 2011 0:26:52 GMT -6
Væte yelped and whipped away from the sword with inhuman speed, drawing his dagger in the same motion. "Hey, hey, hey!" he snapped. "Don't go waving that thing around like that! People could be hurt!"
At the same time, he put up a shield against his antagonists' mental attack, retreating his mind behind it and waiting there for a second.
This city is full of guards, part of him snapped. If we stay on the defensive physically, we can do whatever we like to his mind.
Væte wasn't, generally speaking, that fond of that particular part of him, but nonetheless this was good advice. He stabbed out mentally, aiming to cause sheer pain to whatever he hit.
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