Wolfy vs Loc (Clan Tourney, Alprimoris)

[Jack London]

First round of the tournement. You know the rules LoC. As of now I don't think we'll be needing judges, but if we do they will be asked for.

Location: Plains of Snow. A huge, open field, filled with snow that is about two feet high and, in certain areas of the field, can range from three feet to five. The entire area is surrounded by tall mountains, the top being impossible to see if you are just standing on the ground. A powerful blizzard is occuring in this area at the moment, causing the snow to fly up into the sky. With all the snow in the air the sky can barely be seen and your vision is limited to about seven to ten feet.

My character template is here: Click here!

And...thats about it. It's an honor to finally get to fight you, LoC. I'll let you have the opening post. If you don't post in two days I'll just simply post myself.

If I missed anything let me know and I'll edit this post.


Let's get this started.

[Jack London]

(C'mon, Loc, I gave you a week...)


The sound of the wind blowing, harshly, was all that could be heard in the snow covered field. The wind was blowing so hard it sounded as if a tornado was near by, but, then again, you couldn't really see the tornado that well if there, supposedly, was one. The snow was all over the place, making anyone that saw this only able to see some sort of white blur. Regardless, the snow moved in a graceful manner as the wind control its every movement, like a puppet on strings.

Though it, conspicuously, moved with grace it moved in such a way that it can almost be sensed, in the air, that the winds were angry, and furious. Yes, the wind can have emotion at times identified, simply, by the way it is blowing. An unseen force with such rage can be a very treacherous one. Just because you are aware of its presence doesn't make it visible.

Just above the raging blizzard, perfectly white clouds filled the sky, dropping snow upon the field, increasing the depth of the snow that was on the ground as well as increasing the amount of snow that was being carried by the blizzard, into the air. Barley any light shone upon the field, the clouds blocking any ray of light that tried to get passed. The only possible light that can be seen was the light that was passing through small spaces, between the clouds.

With all this the field looked almost depressing and angry at the same time. The amount of snow and light gave it a depressing look while the blizzard itself made it look angry. And tall mountains completely surrounded this area, isolating it from the rest of the world as if it didn't belong anywhere else. Maybe that's why it seemed sad...from being alone. And maybe that's why it was alone, because of it's fury. As if the wind itself could be understood as a human being with emotions and a mind of its own.

Through all the snow that haunted the field, a small black dot could be seen, from above, moving slowly across the field. At times the dot seemed to disappear, being blocked by all the snow that stood in the way.

The crunching sound of snow being crushed under the wieght of an unknown creature as it seemed to be walking to the very center of the field, where the blizzard was the strongest and most furious. The sound grew louder as the vision of this creature became more clear.

It was clearly a male human, dressed in black armor and with black, metal, wings attached to the back of his body armor, with long jet black hair, looking in his twentys. A sheath, for his swords, lay on each side of his waist. The man began to walk slower, being pushed by the wind, as he approached the center of the field.

Just as the black knight reached the center of the field, his eyes immiedately began to glow, brightly, a dark blue color, giving light to the dull field within a ten yard radius. With the sound of two blades being unsheathed, filling the air, the knight held spread his arms at full length, to his sides. The sword, which he held in his left hand, was an average looking broadsword while the other, which he held to in his right hand, was a beautiful blue blade with a unique hilt design. At first the knight held his swords tightly, but, after a few moments, he let go of them.

Both the blades were suspended in mid air, floating completely still, next to the palms of his hands. After another few moments the swords began to rotate around the knight, increasing in velocity with every second that passed as his eyes were still glowing in the process. Eventually the swords were rotating at its full speed as the knight stood completely still, concentrating on levitating the swords.

It looked as if the knight, known by the name as Lucite, was preparing for some sort of attack. As to what this attack is, exactly... is unknown for the time being.

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Yeah, well I get very busy. I'm a very wanted person, on and off the forums... Btw, I posted my profile on here... where the heck did it go?>.> Fine, I'll post my profile, then my opening post...bah. Also, you'll get to see Valyon in his Final Form, so be honored... it will be Angel Dominated Btw.

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Name: Valyon Lightstar

Age: ?? (He looks 24... but his age is rumored to be older than the Omniverse)

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Valyon has pale features. He is extremely handsome, and is always sought after (not just for his features though). He has platinum/silver colored eyes, and black, shoulder length hair, that has blue and silver streaks in it.

He stands about 6'4, and weighs approximately 170 lbs. He has a thin but muscular build, but not too thin at the same time. He has a tattoo on his back, of his symbol, the symbol of Lightstar, since he is the last of his family (and kind for that matter)

His out fit is exactly like this one: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y21...on/guys191.jpg

He also carries around the Staff of Omnius -- See picture above



Personality: Valyon is a hard character to define. He is extremely intelligent, and wise, yet, he acts innocent at times. Well, he used to anyways. He used to be quite the charming, neutral-natured man, but now, he seems dark, distant, cold, terrifying as it were.. Hard to tell if there is even a trace of goodness left in him.


Bio: (Shortened Severely)

Valyon was, and is, a Talen. He is the last of them. A Talen is a magical being, in being, magickal. Their entire makeup is magick. Their soul, blood, skin, bone, everything, is made of pure, raw, untransformed magic. Hence their extreme prowess with magicks, but not necessarily extremely powerful at magick. Valyon was the exception though.

Valyon's world was about to cease. The Gods had grown jealous, and thought that the Talen would one day overrun them, though they would never think of such a thank. The world itself, Talen, was a beautiful place, a mix of technology, nature, and magic all in one. It was the only world that existed before the Omniverse itself did. Nothing bad ever happened there.

Until the God's decided to destroy Valyon's world. He was born ten minutes before the world was completely destroyed. As a last-ditch effort, his parents combined all of their magicks, thus, sacrificing their lives, and sending their son off to be born, through a time warp.

His stasis journey through time ended up taking him to the Magical Lost Continent of Faerun. There, he was born to the Queen. He grew up with a strict regiment. His father wanted him to be a soldier, though the wizards of the land told him that his son was to be, indeed, a magick-weilder, one unlike the Universe (in actuality, the Omniverse) had ever seen. His father reluctantly hired a wizard, named Gomodare, to train him. Valyon learned, and grew bored, while his parents thought he was just getting restless and hated to learn anything. It was in fact that Valyon had mastered most of what his teacher would teach him within the first thirty seconds.

Soon, Valyon ran away, leaving only his mother and his older sister and brother a good-bye.

He learned magick on his own (at that time he was only learning your wizard's magic and druid magick and such, nothing fancy like Arcane or Incarnum). He became a "wizard for hire". He ran into a group of people his age ( at the time he was around 17, he was aging as they did on that planet at the time, since he had not discovered his true identity, or power). They were going on a quest for a legendary weapon.

The Staff of Omnius.

The legend foretold that the Staff brought misery to whoever used it, unless they could fully master it. The kids did not listen, they just wanted it.

They quested for about six months, before they finally found it. They fought a bloody battle against a clan of of draconians (half dragon off-spring) and their lord, a Great Wyrm Blue Dragon, named Wurvhast the Thunder... and out of the ten of them, there became six. They lost the twin elven clerics, Eilanna and Godric, the dwarven theif/rogue, Ukid, and the half fey/half human psionicist, Oranna.

This upsetted them, but they had finally completed the quest. They were returning to Valyon's home of Dreidan, the kingdom that ruled over the lands of Faerun, to show Valyon's family he could amount to something.

However, this was not meant to be. Kyana, the half human/half nymph enchantress, was being pursued after by Jorgen the half celestial/half elf paladin, and Valyon... the pathetic human "wizard for hire." Kyana was returning the feelings to Valyon, but nonetheless.. the Staff's curse fell upon them. They became embittered, and fought. Valyon called the weapon to him, and in an attempt to use its power, destroyed all his friends...

He fell into a fit of rage and guilt, and came storming back to his kingdom, with an army of orcs, goblins, bugbears, and other creatures. At this time, his older brother, Tsuvin, was the head general of Faerun's armies, and launched in a war against his own brother.

The war lasted for two years. Then, Valyon finally broke through, as more than 2 million lives in all had been lost (that's combined for both sides). He stormed up to the castle, as the last of the defense and offense fought against each other, and burst through the two huge doors.

There stood his father, Meirock.

He fought with Meirock, all the while saying what a horrible father he had been, and finally, killed him. He turned, to see his mother, Holna, leap from the topmost tower out of anguish.

This angered his brother, who engaged in a deadly battle with him. They fought straight for four days and four nights (96 hours), all over the city of Dreidan Major (the main city of the Dreidan Kingdom), before Valyon finally was going to deliver the killing blow, a black bolt of magical lightning.

As he did though, his sister, pregnant with her child, leapt in the way, and sacrificed herself. As she laid their dying, Valyon and Tsuvin went at it for another minute with renewed anger and hatred, before Valyon once again delivered a killing blow, this time, ultimately killing his brother.

He held his sister in his arms in her last moments, and she forgave him. She said that when she had saw the Staff, she knew what was going to happen.

With that, he buried his family, and worked on restoring the kingdom with repairative magicks, while the rest of the people of the city moved to Dreidan Minor. At this time, he finally sat down in his "new throne". It was then, that Gomodare mysteriously appeared.

"You have suffered the Staff's terrible price...I wish not to fight you. It will obey you now, and you have the ability to unlock its powers...I bid you, a happy life, for what's left of it, and what may happen. Be aware, you are no human, you are much more... you may want to look into that. " With that, he turned and walked out the huge double doors. Valyon went after him, to find that he was not there after he went through the double doors; he was nowhere to be seen.

Since then, Valyon left his kingdom, to Curgein, the Lord of Dreidan Minor, while he ventured for four years, then finally returned to his castle. During that time he had found out that he was a Talen. He had also activated the time spell that was wrote into every Talen, that they would never look older than 24.

That was a very, very, very long time ago. He has since done multiple things... such as fight Ukiah Oregon...


World: Talen/Faerun

Theme Song: Whispers in the Dark -- Skillet
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[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Now for my post

IC:


They say that if you stare at snow too long, you'll go blind. The radiant white brightness of it's texture is almost like staring into the sun, but maybe not quite as potent. For people that enjoyed snow, it could be consider probably the only down side to it, in a list of so many positives. The texture of the snow itself was... almost chaotic in form. It started as a solid, but once it hit the ground, it became no more, unless there was enough of it and the temperature was low enough. Indeed, it could be puzzling.

The temperature of the area was probably very cold. If there was a blizzard, and no sign of it letting up or melting, then it had to at least be twenty degrees, if not below that. It was by this standard though that kept the terrain as rough as it need be for the current situation. This was to be the place of an epic battle, or, at least one could only hope for an epic fight... whether one actually occurred or not would fall upon the shoulders of the two fighters pitching this fight... one of which, was already there and waiting... The other was nowhere to be found...

Yet.

From the clouds above, there seemed to be a slight humming sound. It was low in pitch at first, but slowly climbed into a high trill. With this humming, came a small, pinprick of light, that, even though small in stature, could be seen from anywhere below the clouds. This light seemed to expand in size with the changing of pitch in the sound. This golden light soon grew to be six feet in diameter, and appeared almost as a spotlight upon the blizzard-tormented land. From a observer's standpoint, it almost had the feel of being... cold. Cold as the land around it, but at the same time, warm, radiant...inviting.

This was the beacon of a very powerful being. His legacy was well-known by almost all, and it came to a point of being redundant. The being himself was almost to the point of wishing to not be recognized, for the amass of annoyance that came from those around him. This being seemed to be omnipotent almost, and some had accused and speculated him as a God. Others just thought he was a very powerful being, that seemed to exist by his own set of rules. The truth would probably never be known to most.

What was to be known would be the coming of this being. From the golden light's starting point from somewhere within the clouds above, a faint shape could be made out. This shape descended from the sky, and slowly came into recognizable distance. There seemed to be several appendages extending from its main body. As it came closer, it could be made out that four of those appendages were a set of arms and a set of legs. As for the rest... well, they were all wings.

In the being's left hand, a staff rested. Both of them seemed to radiate an odd, chaotic brilliance. As the odd figure touched the ground, the light faded from view, leaving a very recognizable personage. Long flowing black hair, and beautiful platinum/silver eyes that complimented his features. Golden armor adorned him as a theme, and as the orbs that sat within sockets in his skull took in the surroundings, he deemed that white would be more fitting, and his theme turned all white, including his hair.

The staff within Valyon's hand faded away and became part of his being. He managed to keep his power capped off somehow, to keep from giving away his position. Truth be told, if he was to let it flow, the world upon which he stood would probably begin to crack and develop flaws in its reality. Valyon slowly ran a hand through his hair as he observed the other, approximately twenty feet away, using his Truesight ability. "So this is my opponent..." the words seemed to melt from his lips into the air, becoming cold and absorbed into the snow around them and falling to the ground.

He observed the surroundings once more, taking in strategic advantages and the opposite. The one that stood opposite of him seemed to be spinning weapons of some sort, that he wasn't too sure of, or for that matter, cared. Valyon slowly opened his mouth, and sucked in some of the cold air, feeling it swirl around in his skull. A moment later, Valyon blew the air back out, but it came out as something completely different. A torrent of dark green flames seemed to spiral around in a twister-shape, horizontally parallel with the ground below. It shot outwards towards the other. The flame had a very odd effect upon everything it touched. It was called simply the Death Flame. Even things near it seemed to age and grow weaker.

This was Valyon's initial attack. He would simply size up his opponent, though he was fairly confident of where he stood with this one. Still, Valyon did not know everything, and nor would he ever pretend to do so. This was all just a waiting game... and it required time. Valyon had all the time in the world.

[Jack London]

(-Is honored- Anyways, ughh... I suppose the battle will end after we both post ten ..or fifteen posts (most likely ten), if that's alright with you. And then ... I guess we WILL be need those three, non biased, judges.)




Though the roaring of the fierce blizzard raged on, in Lucite's point of view there was absolutely no sound. His eyes were closed, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, as the wind blew his long black hair, wildly. Both his swords continued to rotate around him as the black knight was in his own world, focusing only on levitating the swords so that they are kept in mid air. Lucite was apparently expecting someone and by meditating like he was, he would detect his opponent quicker, despite the loud storm.

Suddenly some sort of humming sound filled his ears. The high velocity of the swords rotation went down slightly, and kept getting slower and slower as the humming grew louder. He knew almost immediately that the humming sound was coming from his opponent's entrance. The black knight opened his eyes slowly as the swords began to rotate at an extremly slow pace now. He looked toward the humming sound and soon saw a golden light.

Lucite's eyes stared straight into the light, with fasination and in awe at the same time. Within his dark blue eyes, shone the light itself, giving him a sort of maniacal look. His eyes were wide, but he didn't feel scared nor surprised. He was simply hypnotized, in a way, and couldn't seem to stop staring at the light. It almost became an urge to attack it, but the fact that his swords were still rotating showed that he maintained his sanity and full control over his mind.

The weapon he wielded, the blue one that is known as the Blade of Emotion, is a blade that is known to drive people insane. Only those with a strong mind can wield it correctly, since the blade itself tends to 'screw around' with the wielder's emotions. However, Lucite has an advantage over it since his psychic abilities were strong. Though, at times, it isn't strong enough.

After, what seemed to be forever to Lucite, the shape of an angel looking being came into view, slowly desending from the sky and toward the ground. Though the angel-like being wasn't expressing his true power, the black knight knew he was powerful simply by analyzing him, with his phsyic abilities. As he did so his identity was known. This man was, in fact, a powerful being, well known throughout the omniverse.

It was none other than Valyon Lightstar, himself.

Valyon finally shown himself for what he really looked like. He had long black hair and silver eyes, which easily looked like diamonds from Lucite's point of view. The black knight could easily tell that for most warriors, to look into those eyes, brought an unimaginable fear through their souls. Lucite, however, wasn't moved. He simply stared at the being, who was wearing golden armor with several wings attached to the armor. The black knight's stare was one who's emotion could not be identified at all.

Suddenly, after what seemed forever since the last time Lucite had even blinked, he did, in fact, blink and the velocity of the sword's rotation increased once more. He began channeling his energy into the beautiful blue blade as he closed his eyes slowly closed. Well aware of who he was up against he searched his mind and let a certain feeling overcome him, fill him, and, ultimately, help him surround himself in a particular aura.

The black knight's eyes shot open, with a bright green glow in them as his swords were rotating at a deadly fast speed. So fast, in fact, it could hardly be seen, looking as if there was some sort of shield in front of Lucite. A green aura suddenly exploded from him and, after a few moments, settled down as the abilities it enabled him to do, while in this aura, set in.

Lucite's muscles tensed, under his black armor, as he looked at Valyon once more, seeing that he, literally, breathed out some sort of dark green flames toward him. Taking only a split second to realize that these flames weren't normal, he withdrew his arms from their crossed position on his chestplate and, extended them out in front of him, with the palms of his hands facing directly at Valyon. The two swords, immediately, impaled the ground, two feet in front of him, and caused the ground to rise up. Raising his hands up, as the ground did, the ground's height and length became about ten feet and, was quite thick.

The earth, surrounding the rising land, shook slightly in the process as it shielded him from the dark flames. Lucite quickly took a few steps back as the swords came back, flying toward the plams of his hands, catching them by the hilts. Valyon's attack struck the risen ground, at full force, and seemed to cause a death and decay effect, within a five feet radius of the risen ground. The risen ground, literally, began to melt, along with the snow around it. The perfectly green grass, which was under the snow, began to rot and burn, becoming completely black once the flames, eventually, died.

Lucite simply watched this entire thing, knowing that it could have been him. He analyzed every movement of the flames, every little thing that was caused by it, and the strange the aura that had almost reached him, which, ultimately, caused the rotting of the area it had affected.

Death and decay...

Lucite said these words in his mind as the flames finally ceased to exist. The flames, and what it did to its surroundings, seemed to remind the black knight of something from his past. A split second later, however he snapped out of it to maintain the green aura that surrounded his body.

Taking his father's sword, he impaled the blade into the soft snow and removed the end of the hilt, taking out a vial of poison. He looked at it for a few moments before he began to levitate it a few inches away from his forehead, putting the end of the hilt back as it was and, lifting it up from off the ground. Focusing his energy upon the glas vial he caused it to shatter and began to manipulate the poison upon the tip of the blue blade.

With both swords at hand he looked in the direction of Valyon and began to focus once more, this time upon his surroundings. The wind began to change its direction untill, eventually, it could be seen that it was moving in a circular motion around Valyon. Staring at the tiny tornado that he created, the blue blade began to glow, brightly and fiercly, a white light as he swung it as if there was an enemy right in front of him.

As the blade sliced the air in its path a wave of wind, in the form of a disk and powerful enough to easily cut through steel, shot out and headed straight for Valyon at an, almost, undodgable speed. About three drops worth of poison was within the disc as it headed toward Valyon. What Lucite intended to do, once the poison had caused the slightest hole through Valyon's flesh, was to manipulate the poison to enter the being's body and do whatever he could to cause fatal damage.

Lucite spread his arms out once more, letting go of his weapons and causing them to rotate around him. His crossed his arms and closed his eyes as the swords stayed at a decent pace, not too fast, but not too slow. This was something he liked to call the 'Swords Dance'. For him it was simply a state of concentration or, as one might call it, meditation. He would do this whenever he was simply waiting for his opponent to make their next move or in any other occasion when he actually had the time for it.

Still, it is quite clear that he does this often and many may think that the black knight is unaware of when he is being attacked becuase of the fact that his eyes are closed. In the end, it can be an alluring taunt so that they may foolishly attack him and be surprised to find out...

That he senses your every move...

[Lord of Chaos]

... Woah, woah, WOAH! I think I see power-playing in there. You cannot automatically say that your attack hit. That's illegal dude. Unless you can prove it says otherwise (and I'm watching if you edit it, cause right now it says last edit at 10:55 PM my time), then that's game on account of Power Playing.

[Jack London]

(Aw, but it only hit your cheek =D. *Edited* )

[Lord of Chaos]

Doesn't matter. You lose dude... next time, think before you act. PPing is a serious offense in RP Battle. There's a difference between locking the opponent and actually saying you hit them.

[Jack London]

>.< ...Fair enough. Still got to fight you........I think.....a post worth *scratches head*. Note to self: Never post late at night. Can't think as clearly....

[Lord of Chaos]

Don't worry... you'll get another chance at me sometime... and look at it this way... you lost by default, not by death. Your character lives to fight another day.