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Talaryn versus Darten
Talaryn strides nonchalantly across the reflective floor of the concert hall, glancing about and taking in the luster of
the setting. Silence falls upon the placid room, and his footsteps resound ominously as he dangerously encircles his foe.
With a low growl, the draconian lowers his hand and comes up with a drawn saber, its recently polished blade glinting under
the lights of chandeliers. It is to these suspended light fixtures that Talaryn’s eyes find themselves increasingly
interested. He turns back his gaze upon Dartan and holds his arms out in angelic pose, pale chest bared through shredded cloth.
Appropriately, from the back of the draconian, two massive black wings unfurl from out of nowhere, stretching out and beating
a few times to work out the kinks. He bends his knees and springs himself upward, the two avian appendages handling the rest.
They beat powerfully upon the floor, creating strong breezes throughout the hall as they lift Talaryn into the air. Winged
and smiling, the warrior shoots through the air like a humming bird and cuts his blade through the ropes and chains that hold
a single chandelier. The great thing of glass and fire plummets downward beside Dartan, shattering upon the floor in an explosion
of lethal shards and sparks of fire. Seeing the brief chaos ensue, Talaryn dive bombs over his opponent, sword angled downward
and imminent from the jugular vein of the Phantasmal Knight.
Dartan cannot help but grin upon seeing his foe enter the concert hall. The taloned feet of the draconian echo as they scrape
against the marble floor. Dartan says nothing as the Slayer of Children unfurls his wings, as the warrior stands motionless,
his weight resting on the walking stick in his hand. Seeing his foe take wing and fly upward Dartan stares at the winged fiend,
awaiting him to dive and attack. Seeing the shining saber clash with the rope holding the chandelier up Dartan’s instincts
awaken. As the elaborate fixture of glass, gold, and silver crashes to the ground the Guardian of the Knighthood leaps back
a few feet, however he still is showered with shards, cutting his exposed arms. Not taking his eyes away from the draconian
terror Dartan lifts his walking stick and pulls on the top of it. A thin blade of steel is exposed as in his right hand Dartan
clutches the sword-cane, in his left is the wooden sheath. Talaryn’s blow is parried with the blade, and upon his fly
by Dartan attempts to leap up and slash at his foe’s midsection. Music from behind the curtain erupts as the orchestra
plays to this gruesome battle.
Talaryn roars angrily as his blow is deflected in a spray of brief sparkles. He attempts to circle round once more but
catches the business end of Dartan’s brand instead, a wound opening up in his abdomen. The draconian tumbles to the
floor in a loss of control and rolls over some distance before finally stopping, his chest heaving up and down with labored
breath. Pulling himself to his feet and dusting off his tarnished garments, Talaryn shoots a nasty glare at Dartan and begins
advancing calmly. He slowly extends his palm, walking with the air of a king who should at any moment command his army to
charge…and that is exactly what he does. A brief blue light materializes in his palm before flickering out in a very
anti-climactic fashion. However, from the adjacent end of the hall, a ghostly blue army of translucent figures emerges, all
of them with lances and swords aimed forward as they march at a run. The oceanic mass of specters passes ineffectually through
Talaryn, but continue on to approach Dartan at a speed just slow enough for him to realize that these apparitions will not
spare him.
Dartan feels the joyful bliss of his sword entering the cursed flesh of his foe. “That one was for the children of Sabine
you foul pestilence.” Dartan laugh’s heroically as he sees the child of dragons lose his mastery of flight. As
he watches his warrior-foe stand Dartan is impressed with the dignity in which Talaryn took the blow. Dartan salutes his foe
with the cane-blade, only to catch a glimpse of azure from behind his winged foe. With the army of the dead charging Dartan
looks nervously around for a way out of his imminent demise. As the pounding of ghostly feet assault the warrior’s ears
he notices a rope and pulley system used to pull the curtain open. The orchestra’s music plays over the marching of
the damned and Dartan makes a break over to the curtain cord. Dropping the sheath of his weapon Dartan wraps his arm around
one end of the rope and slashes at the pully. The sandbag from above falls, pulling the warrior away from the ethereal onslaught.
However one of the ghost-blades pierces Dartan’s thigh and the warrior yells in pain. Swinging while he is being pulled
upward, Dartan lets go of the rope and hurls his body toward the grinning Draconian. Dart draws back his blade in preparation
to thrust it into his foe’s chest.
Talaryn walks forward still, his calmly apathetic expression not allowing whatever trace of resentment to surface as Dartan
survives the assault with merely a cut to the leg. His course is unwavering, his eyes narrowed. He watches his foe approach
with zealous speed, tossing the saber aside in a defiant display of his will. As the knightly assailant comes within melee
range and lunges forth his own brand, Talaryn drops backwards with acrobatic grace, catching himself on both palms and springing
himself forward, legs first. Dartan’s blade nicks his right knee as they pass each other speedily, but the blade is
generally misplaced, leaving the knight temporarily open for a staunch kick to the chest.
Dartan feels the crack of bone as Talaryn’s knee connects with his solar plexus. The Knight is flung backwards onto
the shards of glass from the fallen lighting fixture. Roaring in pain as he stands, Dartan coughs up blood. Spitting his crimson
ichor to the ground, a smile can be seen from under the warrior’s bloody lips. His breath sharp and raspy Dartan utters
to his foe. “This opera has gone on long enough Talaryn. Tis time now for it’s crescendo!” Standing with
the bloodstained blade poised at chest level, Dartan lowers his left arm and with a flick of the wrist a dagger drops from
his wrist sheath. The dagger still is tainted by the blood and tissue of a draconian wing. “Now is the hour in which
your sins are accounted for!” Dartan yells as he charges toward Talaryn. The cane-sword’s blade is aimed again
for the fiend of Unholy Corruption, however, at the final moment before impact Dartan spins around his foe, attempting to
lodge the dirk into the tendon of Talaryn’s other wing.
Talaryn, already having leapt back to his feet, tosses all inhibition to the wind and tears off his own raggedy shirt,
letting out a frenzied war cry. He streaks forward instantly, his bare feet slapping the ground in a rapid cadence as he charges
in to tackle his opponent to the ground. They meet midway, Talaryn’s fist rising to strike the knight. However, Dartan
spins unexpectedly, jarring the draconian’s senses long enough to leave him vulnerable. The small but effective dirk
bites painfully through the soft under flesh of the obsidian wing, provoking a splatter of richly dark blood that paints the
floor macabre. Talaryn roars angrily, his eyes widening severely as the little weapon drills in deep. With a forceful motion,
he manages to loose himself to Dartan’s hold, stumbling backwards as his wounded wing sort of crumples up and falls
limply inwards. Talaryn grunts and breathes heavily, glaring at the knight, “Cheap shot.”
Shinnan moves to Talaryn's side, casting a casual glance at his wounds, her gaze then drifting to Dartan as she speaks,
"Well fought both of you... the judgement is in, and the victory goes to Talaryn..."
Talaryn versus Ryuu
Talaryn grinds his boot into the golden dirt of Kelay Way, his pale visage contorting into an expression of purest malevolence.
Fingers clutched tightly around the leathery hilt of his weapon, he swings forward, testing the balance of the blade and it's
cleanliness of motion. The warrior's foresty eyes narrow upon the near form of his opponent, lips twisting into a smile as
he visualizes the macabre dance he has in store for Ryuu. The relative quiet of the road is suddenly broken as Talaryn lets
his head fall back in a staggering warcry. His coat flutters in protest to a strong gale of wind that brushes over him, signalling
the discharge of strong magical elements. The enemy's sword poised elegantly in his right hand, he extends his left in the
direction of his foe, whispering an arcane incantation under his breath. All about the two warriors, signs of storm appear
to grow, filling the sky with the din of thunder and the flash of lightning. In a moment, a bright light drowns the area,
followed by a visible lashing of electricity that sets the ground ablaze in a circle round Ryuu. The flames elevate toweringly,
licking outside and inside the cage that they form. With another loud blast, a second bolt flings itself down upon a seemingly
caught victim.
Ryuu would crouch down and grabbed a handful of of the soft rich soil of Kelay and rubbed his hands together. The soil would
act as a chalk and would give him a better grib of his sword. Those darkened red eyes glaced around at all the faces stairing
at him and the weight of the end of the war pulled heavyly at his shoulders as if trying to make his cowar in fear but it
was to no avail. He would stand up straight and pulled his long black hair from infront of his face with a smile as Talaryn
has already started his attack. His right hand moved over and grabbed the leathery lining of his sword's hilt. His arms muscle
wrentch his swords blade from the ground in a slow motion making his sword sing a high pitched note. he would twirl the blade
only to almost lose it by the breeze of the oncomeing storm, his ears ringed as the arcane words echoed into the night air
and the lightning surrounding him creating a circle of fire, but all he could do is smile at the little trick and finaly began
to chant in his own Arcane tongue. The wind began to pick up blowing the fire which surrounded him out and as the lightning
bolt approched his vampiric body the arcane spell took effect and as if an invisable wall surrounded him the lightning would
bounce off of field and was sent hurling back at the original caster.
Talaryn growls pugnaciously, leaping forward and swinging his sword with both hands into the oncoming streak of electricity.
The bluish sparks and currents spiral down the metallic length of the blade, finally coming down to sear his arms painfully.
His course of motion continued, Talaryn manages to divert the path of the brilliant assault, watching with tear-welled eyes
as it curves sharply and strikes a tree to his side. The draconian youth stumbles backwards, shaking his hand free of the
now incadescent weapon and watching it smoke as it clatters to the hard terrain. His own flesh, singed, gives off the characteristic
stench, which fills up the atmosphere of his proximity. Talaryn grunts sourly as he makes a quick recovery, laucnhing his
own form forward in a frontal assault. On quick, muscular legs he streaks forward, his signature weapon, a long silver blade,
shooting out from the coat sleeve of his right arm. As he nears Ryuu, his pace only accelerates, the attatched weapon held
forward like a lance ready to skewer its mark. Talaryn dives forward when the time is right, his booted feet leaving the ground
in small plumes, and his body hurling forward like a torpedo.
Ryuu would watch with his now pale eyes as the bolt of electricity hit his opponents sword and searing his arm. Though it
was not what he had planned it would have to do. His hands quick movements brought his sword into a readied stance preparing
himself for what ever his foe had to offer him as an attack. His eyes watched ever closely as the movements of Talaryn as
he glided across the earth at him. His enemys blade would be met by his own sword but a slight slip of his weapon sent talaryns
blade into his shoulder. The sharp pain of the blade shot through his body and vampiric blood oozed from the blow dealt to
him. As a attempt to get the enemy from him he sent the hilts end to the face of the enemy.
Talaryn lets out a loud grunt as the pommel of his opponent's hilt comes crashing into the side of his jaw. The warrior
careens sideways from the impact, blood cascading over his lip as he struggles and regains his footing. With a shriek, he
circles around once more, charging Ryuu a second time with his arm blade poised. This time, however, hidden under the folds
of his coat, an obscure dagger glows with a vigorous charge of magic, waiting for the time of embrace in which it can slip
between the ribs. Talaryn chops down his visible brand in an attempt to distract his opponent's first parry, while with his
hidden hand, he lunges his dagger towards a soft underside. The knife's small form crackles and sizzles with the energies
that work upon it.
Ryuu felt the blade leave his shoulder and a slight ease passed over him. The former priest took a step away from the opponent
and moved the sword sword to his uninjured right arm and sent his own blade back up the deflect the next blow but still his
movements was slow and the blade sliced open his already injured arm.Though this parry was to slow for that one attack his
eye was catch the hidden blade fly at him and ducked under the attack sending a shoulder to his enemys stomache now attempting
to resort on hand to hand combat.
Talaryn groans in pain as the well-placed ram picks him up off of his feet and sends him hurling backwards. His well-built
body is tossed and turned, crashing violently against the ground as though it were no more than a rag doll. The draconian's
breathing becomes a series of wheezing intakes as he clutches his belly from his vulnerable spot on the dusty terrain.
Serfius said, "Both fighters put forth an effort and for this I applaud them, maybe one more than the other, but skill
has made certain the victory. The winner is Talaryn. Ryuu, keep trying. I think you could be great."
Talaryn versus Thalandor
Talaryn widens his stance a bit, rubbing both palms together in anticipation for the upcoming battle. Darting hither thither,
the draconian’s gem-like green eyes scrutinize the sky-shadowed death knight, a pernicious smile playing on his lips.
After a moment of quiet observation and subtle taunts, he turns his back on the foe, both hands concealed by the width of
his raggedly adorned back. Ten pale digits work together in a harmonic dance, fingering into the air little whorls and threads
of cerulean energy. A low whisper slides off the warlord’s tongue, quickening the pace at which these little fabrics
materialize. Suddenly, as if magnetized, every random piece of light gathers together into a pair of gleaming, blue spheres
that hover soundlessly above Talaryn’s open palms, awaiting his slightest gesture. With a flair to his movement, he
twirls around and rigidly extends his arms, bellowing out a foreign war cry that initiates the rapid propulsion of the twin
orbs. As the projectiles shoot forth, they weave in and out of one another’s course, dancing aerially like a duet. Immediately
upon their mark, they halt before him, twitching slightly and shifting here and there as if mocking the man who dares to oppose
their conjurer. Then, in perfect unison, they start into motion again, one shooting straight into Thalandor’s chest
while the other circles around to meet him at the middle of his spine.
Thalandor knee's apon the ground, spreading his wings as ichor flows through his veins, he places his hands apon his chest
and whispers the words "adevo mas gram", Thalandor stands, the screaming echo as his bones click, breaking the oppressive
silence. The whispered words take place and the fountain starts to ripple. The blood inside the fountain ascending from the
fountain, a small crimson coloured cloud appears above Tararyn. Small droplets of blood drop onto his bare body "You will
never know what hits you". Thalandor braces himself for the impact, raising his kite shield, the demonic runes crafted inside
the shield glowing, he digs his heel into the ground, firming himself. Thalandor points towards Tararyn, an aura building
on the end of his finger, a slight clense of his muscle fires the beam of blinding light towards Tararyn's forehead. Thalandor
closes his emerald eyes and takes the impact of the beams as his arrives at Tararyn, flying backwards towards the fountain,
the second beam hit him in the side of his chest. Thalandor screams in pain as he grabs his wound, dropping his Kite shield.
Thalandor spits into the fountain "This is only the begginging".
Talaryn is ripped off of his footing with the force of a stampede as the straight current of energy hammers into his forehead.
His fall is broken only by the splashing blood of the iniquitous fountain, a fine mist of crimson plasma settling over the
cobblestone ground around it. With a thoroughly annoyed grunt, the draconian weakly pulls himself over the edge of the monument,
one hand massaging the marked flesh of his forehead to ease the pain. After emerging from the sanguineous pool, Talaryn shakes
himself off vigorously, droplets of red flying off his hair and clothes like water from a shaggy dog. He turns in Thalandor’s
direction and offers a simple sneer and a demoralizing wave of the hand. Suddenly, sword instantly drawn from the soaked scabbard
at his side, he turns on his heel and rapidly covers the space between himself and his adversary. The long, simple blade sings
elegantly as it slices towards Thalandor’s middle section, lunging in once more afterward to pierce his mail.
Thalandor's eyes close. The blade tearing at his body ripping him in half. His body lays there, Dead. Thalandor's mind awakens
as thoughts pour out. The ground between himself and Tararyn opens, creating a chasm. He falls down the chasm hitting the
bottom with a giant crunching noise. Nothing is to be seen or heard untill out of this darkness rises a demonic creature,
its body covered in holy flames. This creature, twice the size of his opponant, his wings fluttering as they grow as big as
his body. This creature body starts to shape shift, you see the slight occurance of Thalandor in this creature. The shape
shifting begins with the head, the old draconian head spilts down the center, a slight burst of blood as all vessels are torn,
it starts to rip down the center of the body and stops at the point of his crotch. This creature, still hovering silently
above this chasm opens his eyes, dark black with hatred, unable to locate his opponant it ignites flames in his eyes, burning
brightly. A small scream is to be heard as horns tear out of its head. His claws grab the loose skin flapping around his waist,
a deep laughter is heard as Thalandor rips his old skin of him. He wraps his wings around his body causing him to drop to
the floor at tremendous speeds. As he hits the ground it creates a crator below him. His wings unfold, his stands up, his
muscular body flexes and he stands. His new body screaming with anger as blood is smelt. A small spasm appears in Thalandors
body, with arms stretched outwide Thalandor calls apon the power of his lord. His demonic voice his heard all around Hollow.
The ground around him shakes with fury and beside him rises two forms of his opponant. Thalandors eyes flicker as he focuses
apon his opponant, words escaping his mouth, Disdain and venom lining every word "You know my old weakness, but do you know
yours!" Thalandor points towards Tararyn, his clones running at him, there demonic weapons weided above there heads as they
charge towards him. Thalandor places his palms together, fingers interlocking with each other, he slams his fists into the
ground creating a boulder, he places his palm apon the boulder cracking his in half. There stands a blade, his shimmers and
vibrates as sounds are reflected. Thalandor grabs the blade, locates his opponant and throws it towards him aiming for his
heart. The blade flys through the air, cutting all wind that opposes it, like a hot knife through butter, it tears. Thalandor
growls and watches in delight as his new form and weapons ignite with his opponant.
Talaryn roars belligerently in the face of the demonic horde that approaches him in battle form. Eyes blazing tempestuously,
he tosses his blade aside and stands ready, one foot placed firmly before the other, which positions him forward. Suddenly,
as the familiar mob trudges closer, the draconian surges into them, stomping ponderously against the ground as he runs. Midcourse,
a violently bright explosion of green light erupts from his back, its formlessness soon molding into the shape of two massive,
outstretching wings. The avian extremities continue to spread out and lengthen, each of their frames widening and rising out
like a tidal wave on either end of the warrior; an onslaught of virulent majiks. The ‘clones’ of Thalandor are
met with its power at full force, their bodies instantly ripped into shreds as the colorful mass encompasses them. Blood and
ashes fly up into the air like some grim parade, and all the while, Talaryn strides forward purposefully. When the whole lot
of them lies as no more than a heap of blood and debris, he takes a great bounding leap towards Thalandor, both brobdingnagian
wings closing in around the death knight with the same malignant intent as before. Yet even as this happens, the great sword
that his opponent cast down upon him now finds its place, burying itself deep into his chest before protruding out the other
end in a macabre spray. Unrelenting, the warrior remains suspended midair like a floating martyr, as blood pours tremendously
from his wound and the colossal wings threaten to tear the opposing draconian limb from limb.
Thalandor's deep laughter cries from his mouth. He stares at his opponant his blade stuck within his heart. Thalandor sticks
his plam out towards his opponant, a red defensive aura appears around Thalandor. The colossal wings scraping at this defensive
aura that surrounds him. Thalandor smiles and sends waves of thought towards his blade within his opponant, causing it to
shake and tear, the blade rips out of Tararyn and returns towards Thalandors hand. He stabs the blade into the ground and
steps behind it, The blade starts to radiate, a dull black colour surrounding the blade grows, spreading over the area causing
it to blacken and become impossible to see. Thalandor walks towards the fountain and steps into it. The blood in the fountain
starting to cover him, rising from the fountain. Thalandor is soon engulfed by the blood. He places his finger into the blood
and ignites it. Thalandor become engulfed by flames steps out of the fountain and walks towards Tararyn. Picking up the blade
on his way Thalandor props it on his shoulder and stops just before him. Tararyn, still suspended in the air, unaware of his
opponants presance, Thalandor places the blade into the ground, blade upwards. Thalandor walks away, while at a safe distance
he turns on his heel and faces Tararyn. Thalandor places his hand out in front of him, plam upwards. Thalandor nods towards
the blade and raises his hand. The blade starts to shake, smelling blood it is propelled out of the ground and up towards
Tararyn. Thalandor falls to the floor. His last move of the battle, his places his finger into the dusty ground and calls
forth his lord. A large fire appearing behind Thalandor. Out strives this hidious creature, deformed in every way. This creature
runs up to Thalandor, claws outstretched. Implaing Thalandor through the stomach it drains him to near death. The creature,growing
in size and strengh while licking his claws clean see's another creature, its starts to run towards Tararyn, thisty for blood
and vengeful for its worshipper, the creature jumps towards Tararyn, claws sharpen and gleaming as a slight flare appears
around him, the creature aims his claws towards Tararyn's stomach hoping to clentch his thirst.
Talaryn lets out a howl of furious agony as the blade rips all the way through his suspended form once more, spraying upward
like a geyser of heated blood. His arms fall backwards, dangling beneath him like those of a corpse. The draconian remains
motionless, blood seeping profusely from the two wounds that tunnel through his chest. His eyes close. The beast of Thalandor’s
summoning ascends to level with his broken frame, moments away from snuffing him out just as he has his summoner. However,
the warrior comes alive with a surprising virility, pulling his opponent’s brand from his own chest and swinging it
heavily into the creature’s throat. A sickening thud ensues, and the monster’s head comes flying off its shoulders,
tumbling over the ground before coming to a hideous rest. The body falls next, cracking the floor as it impacts. Talaryn himself
floats onto the ground as if carried by a gentle breeze, his ragged cloth fluttering in playful protest.
Talaryn rolls over onto his side, palms pressing against the floor to push him back on his feet.
Talaryn stumbles slightly but manages to weakly regain his footing, the once gaping wounds on his chest now reduced to
slits made visible by a torn shirt.
Talaryn slowly reaches behind to remove a bejeweled dagger from the tuck of his pants. He runs its flat surface against his
chest.
Thalandor lyes motionless apon the floor, paralysed.
Thalandor clentchs the ground a suddon burst of strengh hits him, Thalandor pushes himself upwards and sits apon the floor
clutching his wounds
Talaryn keeps his distance, watching Thalandor grimly.
Vexar says, "The judges have made a decision. Talaryn has won the vote of all three judges, and is declared the winner."
Talaryn spins the dagger about in his fingers, nearing Thalandor, "You know what we must do."
Kreglo yays for Talaryn.
Thalandor shakes his head, blood draining from his body. His eyes focusing once more on Talaryn.
Thalandor stands, his wounds healing and returning to normal, Thalandor nods towards Talaryn "Go head, take them"
Talaryn walks toward the fountain, motioning for Thalandor to come.
Thalandor walks towards the fountain listen and stares for the last time. Thalandor stands over the fountain awaiting Talaryn's
move.
Talaryn grabs Thalandor by the back of the neck and forces his face close to the bloody contents of the fountain. He proceeds
to take his knife and carve the right ear from his victim's head. Blood streams into the fountain like crimson honey from
the wound, and Talaryn violently rips the last fleshy strands that attaches the ear. He repeats the process, more sloppily
this time so that blood sprays over his shirt. When both ears are removed, he holds them above his head in one hand and shouts,
"This is for mercy! So that he will not hear the taunts and insults of those who look upon his deformed visage!"
Crisiant grins wickedly at Talaryn, clearly amused.
Gareth laughs and watches as Thalandor is severely maimed.
Gareth said to Crisiant, "Now this is definitely worth the long wait."
Atropos simply smiles.
Talaryn pulls Thalandor's head backwards at tosses him onto his back, instantly leaping on top of him to gloat, "See your
last, Thalandor! Look into the face of the man who robs you of your sight! You won't see the sunlight here in this darkened
city! You will see my sillouhetted face, grinning down at you!" His knife rises high before plunging, with a macabre squish,
into Thalandor's left eye. The optical fluids mingle with blood as they stream down over his cheek like stigmatic tears. The
next eye is to be kept as a trophy, and Talaryn takes his time as he slowly carves it out of the socket, methodically severing
the optical nerve and plucking it out in two fingers. He raises the unblinking orb over his head, "A tribute to my Lady Atropos!"
Gareth said to Crisiant, "Could I offer you a drink afterwards?"
Talaryn leans forward, his face inches from Thalandor's, and hisses, "We'll leave you here til some merciful hag should find
you and tend to your now....hideous countencance."
Atropos smiles brightly at Talaryn, "A job well done."
Talaryn pushes himself off of Thalandor, and pockets both the ears and the single eyeball.
Talaryn spits on Thalandor, grinning, "Don't worry about the pain, my boy. It just means you're still alive."
Talaryn said,"I'm going for a drink."
Thalandor lyes motionless apon the floor, shocked. Seeing nothing in this world no more he continues to lie there.
Kreglo dizzily wanders southward, as if he were going to be sick.
Talaryn versus Tranzier
Talaryn cocks his head from one side to the other, the spinal bones of his neck issuing loud clicks as its muscles are
relieved of some tension. The warrior allows both viridian eyes to travel the scape of the arena, asessing every corner with
a calm haste. A metallic sigh resonates clearly, giving way to a long, silvery blade that shoots outward sporadically before
holding in place some two foot's length past the clenched fist of the draconian's whitened, right hand. With a soft chuckle
and a smile that seems to capture an entire expression of sadism, Talaryn leaps forward with the feline poise and grace of
a dancer. His booted feet fall up and down upon the arena's terrain with muffled thuds as they carry him forward. In an blur-defined
instant, the warrior propells himself upward in an aerial somersault, his brand slicing violently downward and toward's Tranzier's
throat. His free hand extended in the same general direction, he opens his palm to release a small yet vital sphere of cerulean
energies, which coalesces downward with celerity. Both assaults seem to dance toward their mark in unified rhythm and speed.
Tranzier sighs, clearly expecting more than a frontal assault. His eyes immediately go cold and hard as Talaryn approaches.
With a great leap the Pixie vaults into the air and his Irridescent wings propell him at lightning speeds up and away from
both attacks. As the Ranger rises he holds his great bow Elemental Fury to his lips and speaks softly to it with not so much
words as the sounds of the ocean lapping at a sandy shore. He then daws back the string and an arrow of sparkling watter appears,
supplied by the pure elemental energy stored within the weapon. He releases the arrow down towards the Dragon's human form
directly below him, then fires another and another, soon over a dozen of them are flashing down, but not directly at the creature
below, but around him. As they strike the floor of the arena the hard floor simply disappears, replaced by a deep pool of
dark waters. As amore arrows strike the water bubbles and erupts, producing five huge water elementals who watch and launch
great tidal waves at warrior as he realizes there is no floor beneath him
Talaryn roars gleefully as the arrows fall all about him in instantly appearing founts of dim water that seem to encompass
all the arena's floor before swallowing him near whole. His frenzied eyes dart here and there as the massive creations of
pixie majik begin hurling their great tidal forces upon him. In a whirlwind of violent waters, the draconian is pulled under
and out of sight even as the rocking body rages tumultuously. The waves crash incessantly in a din of sound that obscures
the thunder which now rolls in from a darkening sky. The heavens scream deafeningly, rising in a crescendo of volume until
the spinning figure of Talaryn can be seen rising out of the splashing currents. Two widening black wings beat violently downwards
upon the stormlike waters, their bearer's gaze turning on the elemental eyes with vengeful intent. His bladed arm rises as
if about to select a crucial victim, then falls on the first of the unnatural beings. A bolt of bellicose lightning falls
guided from the sky and cleaves the first monster in half, its liquid form seeming to melt as it submerges itself in lifeless
sea. More and more channels of spidering electricity strike out the remaining elementals like so many snuffed candles. As
they die out, so does the storm, all the waters sinking into oblivion. Talaryn summons down another of the heavenly bolts,
this one spiraling around his armblade magnetically. The brand sparks and hisses as it retains all the furious element. With
a warcry, Talaryn heaves it all upon Tranzier like an opening net that intends to incinerate.
Tranzier watches amazes at the transformation occurring below and watches as his creatures are decimated with such ease, and
eyes the warrior with newfound respect. As the the hissing net is thrown the pixie is taken completely by suprrise and belatedly
attempts to flit away, but fails, the buzzing energy encircles him and then enwraps his form, pinning his wings and sending
massive amounts of pain through him. Relying upon his innate magic resistance to carry him through he braces for the impact
as he plummets to the floor of the arena. He lands with a sickening thud and lays still smoking, and still the cursed net
assaults every fiber of his being. His eyes flare, and then melt in an eruption of flame, his bode begins to redden and grow,
and the net still strains to hold his rapidly expanding form. Soon his Hair breaks into a white-hot flame and the net finally
snaps and disappears into nothingness. Still his form grows mor and more massive.. his hands grow thck black nails and great
ebon horns push through his forehead, a beast unseen in the lands of hollow rises slowly. "Ahhhhh, such Exquisite Pain" it
says... and with a push two mammoth batlike wings stretch from his back. "I shall share it with you!" He holds up one Taloned
hand and a red, smoking, many headed whip appears... dripping liquid fire. He brings it back and throws it towards the warrior,
seeking to shred the flesh from his form and cook it for later
Talaryn remains suspended in his latitudious vantage point, obsidian wings caressing the air as they beat up and down heavily.
The draconian's arms shoot out downward, stretching taut as he sticks out his barrel chest in a defiant display. The whip
rises under his watchful glare and then comes singing out in his direction with a malicious power of will. Sporting a grin,
Talaryn allows his great wings to enfold protectively about him. Though he manages to go unburned from the assault, the warrior
has apparently misjudges the brute force of his opponents weapon. The terrible blow catches him off guard and sends him somersaulting
backwards, a low cry issued from his hidden lips. The scaled flesh of his wings seems to split in blood-dripping wounds that
run far and deep. With a struggle, he manages to regain control of his own position, and throws out his upper limbs in ready
for a retaliation. Talaryn begins to move his arms in hands in a spherical motion before his chest. Both his green eyes narrow
upon the vacant space between his swirling hands, sweat forming above the brow as his concentration peaks. Like an extraordinary
illusion, small fragments of rock begin to sprout out of nothing, floating aimlessly in the magically held spot that keeps
the draconian's gaze. The fragments begin to expand, filling the body of the sphere with brownish mass. In moments a small
boulder, the size of a child's ball, levitates loosely in the air. Talaryn pulls back his hands and watches with pleasure
as the orb becomes lit with small flames. Silence ensues....until...The sky howls fearfully, a shadow grows over the arena.
With a hideous explosion, a massive boulder crashes down from above, iminently above Tranzier's comparably tiny body. The
mass of rock carries with it a wake of smoke and flame.
Tranzier is pleased as the Dragon careens back, and presses forward to take advantage of his foe's momentary loss of control
then pauses as he recovers more quickly than he thought possible. Cracking his whip about in irritation, he manages to set
a number of fires wherever the whip lands, one such strike even melting one of the cage doors as if the cold metal were candle-wax.
As Talaryn creates the small pebble he is hardly threatened and a fanged smile spreads across his demonic features. As the
shadow falls upon the arena the Fire Lord looks up and for the first time fear is seen upon his searing visage. He screams
a frustrated roar that shakes the columns set about the arena floor, threatening to overturn them. He is still Tranzier, however
and that small part of this form calls upon his power of Animal affinity, bringing for the ability of his favorite bird, the
hummingbird. The great, batlike wings move so quickly that those watching cannot even be sure they are still there, but the
beast literally vaults forward at unbelievable speed born of despiration! He almost succeeds in getting out from underneath
the Huge near-mountain falling upon him. Just at is seems he shall escape the rock comes down upon his flaming wings shattering
them and ripping them off his back entirely! The rest of his body is sent rolling along the floor in a trail of liquid flame.
Unwilling to give in to the pain he rises yet again and looks at the warrior.dragon. "You think you have won, Dragon?" he
says in a voince that sounds like a forest fire, "Think again... I shall baptize you in Hellfire!" and he turns to the burning
rock and takes deep breath, all the flame is ripped from the rock leaving only cold stone behind... then it turns to Talaryn
and exhales a huge gout of flame that melts the floor beneath it as it arcs towards his hated foe.
Talaryn, his wings damaged beyond usefullness, slowly lowers himself to the ground, wearied eyes watching on from a barely
safe distance as the boulder of his summoning crushes Tranzier's wings and rips them into sanguinous shreds. The long blade
that adorns his dominant arm slowly retracts under the obscure sleeves of his leather coat. After heaving a great breath,
he spots that his foe is not totally overtaken. The beast that once held spritely form now seems to fill his prodigious lungs
with the smoke and flames that now cease to rise from the crater his plumetting conjuration has formed. Talaryn realizes all
to late the devesating consequences of the action. His arms rise instinctively in a shield over his face as the inferno bursts
forth from the heat-burnt lips of his opponent. Like a gaping maw, the blaze encompasses the draconian's form, licking mercilessly
at the leathery garments that adorn him. Talaryn allows his mind to deaden, his eyes rolling backwards as his body loses control
and goes limp. As he falls to the floor, enveloped by flames, only the easily repairable body will char and burn. The mind
will wait until the smoke clears to re-enter the body that now writhes in agony on the arena's canvas.
Dante versus Talaryn
Dante forms gestural movements about his torso with his good hand, and in the space between his body and hand there forms
a void of darkness that shines with shadow, and slowly, as if compelled by the force of need, the sword of 'Blackfyre' explodes
from the void. From the black chamber where the sword lay in wait, slowly being reformed by the heat and choking power of
darkness. The sword had returned, readied to do battle. Dante's hand wrapped about the blackened hilt, wrought of pure obsidian
stone, and empowered by the dark powers of the demonic races of the underworld. A chain of black metals hangs just under the
hand guard, and is spiked, and as if having a mind of it's own, begins coiling about the blade of the sword. From the chain,
the flames ignite, pouring out in darkness, and counteracting all that is light.
Dante said, "The Black Flame Returns....."
Talaryn snarls through gritted teeth at Dante and tightens his hold around the silver hilt of his powerful brand. A flash
of darkness envelops the tavern for a split second, snuffing every candle in the room and creating several trails of smoke
floating up from their extinguished wicks. Time seems to slow itself and the atmosphere surrounding the obsidian blade of
the 'Sword of Shadows' begins to hum softly in protest to the awesome power emanating from the weapon. With a loud, lingering
wail, the sword is lit up with wafting shadows that seem to dance along its edge with a furied zest. Small, arcane runes light
up along the length of the blade and throb with a vibrant white glow that could send a normal man into terror. With a quick
flicker of his wrist, the draconian watches the blade slices nimbly through the air and returns it to a readied position before
tossing his gaze upon the angered face of Dante.
Talaryn said, "Only to be destroyed by the Sword of Shadows!"
Dante is upon Talaryn in a second, the flames of his weapon burning nearly as high as the last time they encountered their
maker, Solaris. With a powerful backhand, Dante slashes at Talaryn from the right side, the spires of shadow flames lashing
out in protest at the dragon warrior.
Talaryn roars in fury as the battle begins. With a swift upward pull of his arm, the 'Sword of Shadows' is brought up to
catch 'Blackfyre'. As the two swords meet, an incredible rain of sparks light the darkened tavern and sprinkle to the floor.
In the brief moments that commence, the shadows coming off of both blades intertwine with one another and partake in a battle
of their own.
Dante runs the blade of his sword up that of Talaryn's, dragging darkness upon darkness, and igniting light. As the two blades
leave one another, Dante raises his leg and forces it fully forward towards Talaryn's chest, 'Blackfyre’ held in perfected
alignment with his heel.
Talaryn lets out a loud grunt as the bottom of Dante's boot impacts upon his breastplate, creating a hollow thud as it
does so. Staggering backwards, the crazed warrior leaps up into the air and darts forward, diving into his opponent with great
force; aiming his weapon towards the beating heart.
Dante rotates on his force of gravity, shifting legs and bringing his other over, his slippered foot bearing down upon Tal's
weapon as his arm brings 'Blackfyre' plunging down at his opponent. The aim is slightly thrown amiss as the shadows of Talaryn's
blade begin to bear into Dante's unprotected soul.
Talaryn roars insanely, his emerald eyes erupting with a chaotic fury as he pushes his sword towards Dante. A sudden flurry
of movements take place, visible only as a streak of black and grey through the darkness of the tavern. In a few instants,
Talaryn has relocated himself behind Dante and cuts his weapon into the spine of his foe, shadows branching out in all directions
as Talaryn exerts his total domination of power into this single blow.
Dante screams out and buckles under the force of the 'Sword of Shadows', fueled by the enigmatic and wild fury of Talaryn,
yet, Dante is not quite so easily taken. His skin blackens about his wound, condemned by the shadow. But with 'Blackfyre'
he returns the gestures of pain, for with each throb of horrendous harm the flames grow more powerful. Finding an opening,
he juts the sword behind him, making his mark in the wound where Talaryn's hand once was. The blade and flames go deep, hardly
giving leeway to Dante's enemy. With a wrenching yank, the sword is drawn out from its new holster, and tears forth through
the skin. Dante falls forward and slides from the blade of Talaryn's weapon, landing upon all fours on the floor.
Talaryn seems to ignore the raging pain that sends waves through his arms as 'Blackfyre' moves into his arm. A swift movement
brings the blackened blade of the 'Sword of Shadows' to come crashing into the brand of his opponent. A hideous clang rings
out through the air as the two swords strike one another, sending sparks in all directions. Dante's blade moves out of its
place, followed by a splatter of crimson blood. Another intense roar breaks out from his shaking form as he begins to channel
his very essence into the sword. The earth shakes violently, causing the floorboards to wiggle out of place. The wind from
outside blasts through the wooden door of the tavern and fills the establishment with an icy chill. The eyes of the young
warrior give signal to his power. Having never in his life exerted so much energy into a single attack, Talaryn shakes with
the weight of it, and in a final moment, the sword breaks away from his stone-like hold, spinning mid air and giving off waves
of electric energy. The shadows that surround it cast a haze of darkness over everything and suddenly, it flies towards the
chest of Dante, creating a trail of destruction in its wake as tables and chairs shatter in its presence.
Dante wrestles with Talaryn on power and might for a time, but is caught off guard by the rotating blade which crashes into
his chest, shattering his entire cavity. The blade protrudes even through the back and continues its shadow overtaking, blackening
which flesh it might touch. His entire form is thrown into the tavern wall and pinned against the wooden boards by great force
and exertion. Slowly the shadows overtake all his body, engulfing him as well as 'Blackfyre' in a void of encumbering darkness.
And for a time all hope seems lost, but 'Blackfyre' does not fail its master and explodes with it's fiery aura, and even itself
comes to wrest with the 'Sword of Shadows'. In a meeting of raw energy, the tavern’s gravity is tossed about, and tables
float high and are simply pulled into pieces, sharding and being pulled into the void. Dante's hand too is pulled into the
void, but takes hold of something, a handle, cold and dark. From the void he pulls forth a new weapon, one of immense destructive
capability and powers beyond those of any yet seen. Blackfyre and the Sword of Shadows have fused. Energy focused back upon
him, rushing into his body and giving him the power to wield the devastating brand. Pointing the tip at Talaryn, Dante begins
to chant, and even the stars of heaven fluxuate at the archaic commandment. And from high above, bypassing even the uncharted
areas of the skies, there comes huge forms of dark matter which pummel through the upstairs and down into the tavern, unto
Talaryn. Into the tumult Dante rushes, his new sword glowing as it comes down upon Talaryn, cutting deep into his shoulder,
and like a hot knife in butter, it slides purely through, only stopping due to Dante’s doing. Then all is silent.
Talaryn falls to his knees with a soft thud as the blade exits his body, leaving a severely bleeding and opened wound that
moves down from his shoulder to his gut. Blood pours down from his mutilated form and stains the wooden floorboards. A soft
sigh escapes the draconian's lips as he sits there in disbelief of his own defeat. The once emerald hues of his pale visage
have now faded into a melancholy gray, widened and searching the face of Dante. Before long, Talaryn falls forward, hitting
his face upon the wooden floor and breathing heavily, his body moved up and down from the exhaling and inhaling of his nearly
ruptured lungs...
Dante stumbles back, crashing against the wall, dragging the sword along the wood, and leaving a deep rut.
Talaryn attempts to push himself to his feet, still not accepting his current state : body split in twine from the shoulder
to the waist.
Talaryn attempts to speak, "Damnitt....my son...tell him I loved him. Don't tell him the bad things....Don't tell him how
I died...
Talaryn said, "Mother....tell her I loved her despite it all...."
Talaryn writhes for a moment, "Where is Shinnan!? She can help me....Jade! Silk!" As he drifts closer to death, all vision
is taken from him and every sound seems to fade into oblivion....Terrified tears well up in his eyes, "I'm too young to die...."
Talaryn speaks now to anyone who can hear him in his whispering, blood choked voice, "Talaryn doesn't die....You don't forget
Talaryn...."
Talaryn finally dies, his body growing cold and stiff over the pool of his own blood. All breath escapes from Talaryn and
his torn body lies motionless upon the floor.
Dante still drips blood from his lost hand, and his body heaves with heavy breaths.
Dante stands and walks over to the felled body of Talaryn, outstretching his palm, thinking back to so earlier on, when this
exact thing he did to Pahn.
Dante said to Talaryn, "Your soul is mine..."
Dante is tossed back as the black ghost-like form spirals about his body and finds haven in the pits of Dante, not to be released
until the end of days...
Rylan versus Talaryn
Rylan stood stoically across the well-trodden earth that lay between the two warriors. His cobalt hues narrowed into icy slits,
features tightening as he studied his Draconic foe’s ominous features. The atmosphere was charged with angst and anticipation,
wind whipping through the neighboring trees with the aggravated howl of the hellhounds. The Ranger was cryptic in his methods,
slender digits discarding the ashen-shafted long staff in favor of more suitable arms. The elves pallid emerald hands were
glossy in the alabaster moonlight as they reached with snakelike, sinuous grace to grasp the twin leather bound hilts of the
twin Elvish Half Swords. The sound of enchanted steel broke the ominous silence, only to fade into the furious hum that emanated
from the steel razors as they were snapped and rotated nimbly by their patient master. His lips matched the pace of his blades
as Rylan danced with long held enchantments, the melodic tones of ancient Saladin filling the town square amidst the rising
roar of tumultuous wind. Like an arrow he was off then, booted heels barely touching the ground as The Ranger rode the element
of his birth. The elf streaking towards his ferocious opponent with a mind numbing quickness, his slender features taught
with arduous concentration. The blades would whistle as their whetted edges would streak through the air, cutting effortlessly
towards their opponent’s unarmored abdomen and soft, vulnerable throat. Rylan’s snow colored strands cascading
down his back as his momentum reached the peak of unavoidable contact, his fingers white knuckled as they forced the blades
towards their target with barbarous intent.
Talaryn stands calm and ready, eyes locking onto his opponent's incredible speed and grace. Talaryn casually tosses his
hands forward and in the distance, a brief song of whining violins can be heard dancing along the wind. The draconian's face
suddenly transforms into an pale mask of antipathetic rage as Rylan nears him and with a speed to match that of his opponent,
he drops to one knee and slams his right fist into the dirt-layered ground of Kelay way. A thin golden haze of dust is sent
flying into the air all around him from the earth-shaking blow and in an instant, Talaryn is soaring up into the sky with
amazing velocity, having narrowly missed the full effect of Rylan's wrathful blades. As he ascends into the murky sky, two
charcoal black wings erupt from the pale flesh of his naked back, filling the air around him with a rain of blood that falls
to the earth quickly, staining the earth with crimson. With the beating of his two magnificent obsidian wings against the
wind, Talaryn is able to control him self and begins to regain composure. Stopping mid-air the youthful warrior stops to look
down at the spot where he once stoo and feels a pang of pain coming from his left leg, cut open by one of Rylan's swords.
A lethal fury floods the darkened mind of Talaryn and a pernicious sneer appears on his blood-tinted lips. A terrible roar
rages out from all directions and on the signal of such a wicked sound, Talaryn surges downward, drawing his now enflamed
sword from it's ready state and holding it out like an arrow towards his temporary enemy. Several shadowy tendrils branch
out from the devestating 'Sword of Shadows' as he becomes more and more iminent and coil around his arms as if to bind to
their chosen master. Talaryn, now only a small distance from Rylan, erupts with an explosion of radiant emerald light that
signals the awesome power of the divine warrior.
Rylan staggers backwards, those nimble feet swiftly backpeddling as his powerful arms raise to bat the dust and grit from
his keen visage. The ranger’s head cants upwards, following his opponent’s rapid ascent towards the heavens with
a pensive gaze, features refusing to show the admiration that seeps into the elves five-century strong heart. As droplets
of viscous garnet rain from the hovering dragon’s place amidst the rolling cumulous and nimbus clouds, the wise elf
swiftly brings his left arm back and bends those knees. The unholy sight of Talaryn’s polluted weapon threatens to uproot
the courageous Rylan and send him feeling, but the time for such a decision was long gone. His seemingly omnipotent foe was
an ebon streak within a sea of moonlit sky and clouds, and Rylan waited until the last instant to leap nimbly into the air.
The Ranger inverted with a well-timed aerial that brought his blades down to meet the Shadowed long swords. With the earth
shattering sound of continental plates colliding, and the agonizingly shrill scream of steel on steel, their blades met with
a shower of hellish sparks. Avoiding the keen edge aimed to pierce him, he had failed to anticipate the sheer monumental power
of the Dragon’s blow…and tumbled helplessly through the air like a rag doll. Shoulders dipped as he hit the ground
with a dull, bone-crunching thud. His frame bounced and rolled before coming to a halt, struggling to his feet and fighting
the ache that spread from his chest to his side. The dragon had struck a decisive blow, perhaps unintentionally, but Rylan
was swift to retaliate. That same left hand extended finally, his deft digits releasing the obsidian leather hilt of his emerald
tinted blade… It’s frame lancing through the air towards the center of the dragon’s mass with horrendous
intent, his battered pride staring dangerously through narrowed icy hues that focused on his awe inspiring opponent.
Talaryn lands firmly upon the road of Kelay Way triumphantly as he watches Rylan tumble to the floor. Folding his arms
strongly over his chest, he lets his piercing gaze center on the seemingly weakened form of his fallen opponent and all sense
of anxiety that previously plagued his heart seems to fade into a overwhelming sense of self-confidence. The young warrior
almost ceases to notice his advesary as he lets his head fall backwards, feeling the icy wind send sensations across the pale
flesh of his face. Suddenly, a sharp sound is heard through the placid song of the surrounding fores. The young draconian
quickly tilts his head in the direction of Rylan only to find that he is already upon his feet and launching his weapon as
a projectile towards Talaryn's torso. The awe-stricken warrior throws his hands out to shield the attack from the one he had
thought to easily defeat, however his guard is down and through the palm of his left hand does the slick blade fly, sending
a splatter of cold blood across his unexpecting face. The sword travels forward, burrying itself halfway into his his chest
and neatly evading the warrior's ribs. Talaryn roars in horror as he looks down to find the gruesome sight that awaits him.
A great rivulet of blood flows from the savagely opened wound in his chest and forms a hideous pool of the dark red liquid
around his feet. The numbing fingers of his left and close around the hilt of Rylan's blade and with a agonizing groan, they
pull the sword from the chest of Talaryn, sending a small fount of blood into the air. More screams of pain rage out from
the young and ruthless warrior's thin lips and seem to reach the farthest corners of Hollow. Suddenly, Talaryn thrusts his
left hand forward and clenches his teeth maniacally as the blade slides out of place and falls to the ground amidst the horrendous
display of carnage. The young draconian's eyes are now streaked with tears of rage as he stares at Rylan, focusing all of
his pent up anger towards the old elven foe. Both arms wrap around the stinging body of the warrior and suddenly an eerie
aura of greyish light floats up into the air from Talaryn's trembling form. Tendrils of the incandescent light branch out
in all directions and with a sickening speed, they surge out towards Rylan like long coiling ropes. A terrible power is evident
within each strand of astral energy which threaten to squeeze the very essence from Rylan and leave him writhing upon the
floor.
Rylan allowed his features to draw the corners of thin tiers upwards, a pearly smile flashed as he waited for the massive
Dragon to collapse and signal the end of the contest. Yet, his adversary’s surprised and frustrated cries soon became
tainted with aggravated determination. Blood, the rusty roguish smell of it, filled the town square as it pooled beneath the
two wary combatants, it’s surface maintaining an odd sheen that rippled with the tumultuous agony that rose from the
beaten earth. The lack of familiarity with Talaryn’s power plagued Rylan as the tendrils of slate colored ambiance streaked
in towards his slender, elvish frame. The blade that remained in his right hand screamed as it was dragged back and forth,
the back peddling ranger attempting desperately to hack the serpentine coils before they could seize his retreating body.
His eyes filled with dismay and terror as the desperate blade proved ineffective, each tendril that was run through continued
on it’s way… He realized with sheer panic that he had only doubled the amount of ropelike projectiles, and struggled
as they wrapped around him. Slithering around his frame and constricting him, and cutting him off from the life giving oxygen
that the panting ranger so desperately required. His body ached and convulsed in agony, pain shooting through every nerve
as muscles and flesh were crushed harshly against the strong skeletal structure of the elf. He would not last long, and knew
no spell to relinquish the baneful attack that his maniacal foe had unleashed on him. Rylan called once again upon the element
of his birth, the enchanted ring around his right index finger glowing with a silver radiance that began to escape from the
restraints that bound him. The roaring winds twisted around the writhing ranger, joining together in the form of a pulsing
cyclone. Rylan’s agonizing cry rose before a final tendril cut off the wind to his pipes, only to be reverberated by
the swiftly changing tornado that exploded from his frame. It would cross the earth swiftly; sending it’s might into
Talaryn’s draconic, arch-angelesque wings with the hopes to lift him fro the earth and dash his powerful body against
an ancient tree. The elf’s command of the wind would hopefully save him from a certain death, and turn the battle once
again in his favor.
Talaryn continues to shake violently in the intense pain that continues to envelop him, comforted only by the thought of
ripping Rylan into bloody shreds of flesh and bone. The young warrior concentrates all of his mental energy into the atack,
keeping his head bowed low as he sends out more and more of the greyish currents towards his foe with an anticipation of finally
ending the battle at that very moment. However the sound of Rylan's cry reaches his ears with an unnatural volume and causes
his head to lift suddenly so that he may see the cause of such sound. The youthful warrior's eyes light up with anxiety as
he sees the arteries of his god given power being ripped away with through the sheer force of Rylan's will. A great gust of
powerful wind blasts against his brooding form, seeming to shatter his concentration and train of thought as it lifts from
where he stands and heaves him with a legendary might towards a nearby oak that must have stood for many years. With the collision
of the ancient wood, Talaryn's body is thrown crumpled to the floor, being elevated and lowered by the exaling and inhlaing
of oxygen into his lungs. The great tree behind him creaks in protest to the amazing force of the impact and begins to teeter
in the direction of the fallen draconian. With all of his remaining strength, he pushes himself off of the dirt covered earth
and attempts to stand erect as if not phased by the attack. A thin layer of dirt cakes his pale face, mingling with the drenching
sweat froming from the pores of his skin. Utter hatred can be the only words defining Talaryn's beaten appearance and with
the torturing slowness of an eldery man, he lifts his right and to point a solitary index in the direction of Rylan, letting
his other hand flaillimply at his side. "This is not over yet!" cries Talaryn as he stares out at Rylan and just as these
words leave his mouth, the ancient tree from behind him topples over, pummeling his back into the ground and instantly knocking
his weakened state unconscious.
Talaryn versus Dragun
Talaryn springs into action immediately, twisting his body violently as his arm violently moves to upheave the devastating
brand that waits within its bejeweled scabbard. The obsidian blade that emerges creates a lingering hiss as it moves swiftly
against the interior of its metallic confinement and slices through the air nimbly. Almost instantly, the weapon’s frame
is enveloped in a swarm of grey and black shadows that twist around its length and branch out here and there in life-like
tendrils. Talaryn’s forestry hues glitter with anticipation as thoughts of malice begin to pollute his already darkened
mind. Suddenly, he makes his move towards Dragun, both booted feet resounding with deafening thuds as they pound in succession
upon the soiled canvas of the Odd Shrine. As the draconian reaches mid-course, he lunges the hell-forged sword in the direction
of his opponent, allowing a furious roar to reverberate from the caverns of his chest and flood the battlefield with omnipresent
sound. Upon his cry, a swirling current of azure energy is manifested from the point of the blade, lashing out towards Dragun
with mind-numbing speed before dividing into several bellicose coils of the bluish force. These projectiles of Talaryn’s
full strength streak forward in the fashion of many chains, wrapping themselves about Dragun’s limbs without inflicting
any real damage, yet pulling him with amazing strength towards the approaching ‘Talaryn’s Requiem’. A cascading
string of malevolent laughter breaks through Talaryn’s blood-tinted lips as he sees the imminent destruction of his
foe, accelerating and tensing the muscles in his arm so as no to run the blade off course.
Dragun flares his nostrils and grins deviously as his robed bulk is dragged towards Talaryn. The cloud of dust envelopes the
shrine as Dragun uproots whatever has the poor luck of laying before him. Through the haze you see the towering dragon’s
eyes shining bright in profile and Talaryn charging him with the Requiem jutting out. Realizing his opponents rashness, Dragun’s
mouth flies open and the Light of the Magi pours forth in a torrent of unbridled energy. The whitest of flames rocket before
him accompanied by the burning blue lightning of just-minded rage. The fireball explodes before Dragun, at the very feet of
Talaryn. A billowing cloud is all you can see as earth is torn asunder from its place and flying towards you, along with whatever
may have been at the business end of the explosive charge.
Talaryn is propelled backwards with great momentum as the fiery blast erupts just before his feet. Large fragments of his
adamant garments are torn from his body and tossed carelessly aside as the draconian twists lifelessly through the air and
hits the ground with a sickening thud. As the amazing display of lights and fire disperses from the area, Talaryn stirs from
his resting point and slowly scrambles to his feet; a thin sheet of dirt and blood caked over the pale flesh of his brutally
enraged visage where two viridian orbs stare maliciously towards Dragun. With the back of his hand, he wipes away a thin rivulet
of blood that trickles down the side of his mouth and attempts to regain composure, adjusting his clothing and stooping over
to lift his weapon from the floor beside him. With a grunt, he thrusts it downwards, cleanly bringing it into his sheathe
and locking it in place. Without any warning, the clearing is suddenly drowned in a blinding white light that makes vision
almost impossible. Through the haze, a loud droning can be heard amidst agonizing screams that seem to be emanating from where
Talaryn might be. Moments of this eerie blindness pass before vision begins to return. Where the draconian once fell, a massive
beast now stands, poised in magnificence, its charcoal wings spread out behind its back as its head arches forward. Two massive,
emerald eyes stare at Dragun before narrowing in bristling rage. In a flurry shifting, obsidian scales, and thrown up clouds
of golden dust, Talaryn gallops towards his foe, shaking the earth with every footfall. As he gains proximity, his immense
wings beat down upon the earth, gradually lifting him off of his feet and creating a leverage over Dragun. A deafening scream
echoes out from the creature’s gaping mouth as it descends upon its mark, holding its talons outstretched to tear into
its carapace and rearing back his head to send a jet of searing flames over the rival dragon.
Dragun ’s wings instinctively rear up from beneath his thick robe and, as he curls into a ball, drape over his thick-scaled
body. A vision flashes in your mind, you see what Dragun sees. Tall dragon wings hang sheer over his sight as an increasingly
intense orange glow can be seen around the edges and eventually right through the wings. As your own eyes see Dragun propelled
backwards, tumbling from Talaryn’s fiery collision, the vision in your mind is violently jarred from your head. Dragun
slams into a series of trees, finally curling around one as he comes to a stop. Standing, wings and robe torn and burnt, Dragun’s
wounds send a sickeningly sweet odor into the air, burnt flesh with flowing blood. Spotting Talaryn circling in the air, Dragun
stands up abruptly, faster than he should be able to. Knowing his wings cannot take to air, Dragun simply extends his arms.
Before you see them you can sense motion. In a flash, however, three revolving orbs materialize above each of Dragun’s
open claws. Each set is a succession of swirling, slushing, and frozen ice then polychromatic sphere, flashing white, red,
orange flames, and a menacing mound of adamant-veined granite that makes a slow whump sound as it flies in its orbit. With
a heave, the two sets of orbs angrily search out Talaryn, spinning with a force that makes the air quiver and with a hungry
intelligence bent on ripping Talaryn’s body from its parts.
Talaryn lands on the ground with a crash, sending quakes through the foundations of the earth as his feet create large
impressions in the soiled canvas below them. The massive dragon reluctantly turns around to face his opponent, thin, obsidian
lips twisting into a purely viscous, draconian snarl. His viridian hues flicker in amusement over Dragun’s hands as
the six swirling orbs are formed magically and hurled in his direction. As the astral projectiles coalesce towards his readied
form, he rears back his colossal head and widens his jaws to throw forth a cloud-like inferno that envelops the first two
icy spheres, melting them, despite their incredible endurance, to shimmering pools of water that crawl about helplessly over
the terrain. Talaryn is unable to protect himself from multicolored balls of energy that immediately follow the previous.
With loud explosions, the projectile connect with his diamond-like scales, propelling his gigantic frame backwards and causing
his talons to dig rather large lacerations into the ground as he attempts to slow his motion. As his eyes are barely able
to catch the form of two nearing boulders that grow imminent, the draconian brings his wings to shield his entire body, concentrating
his will to magically shield them with plates of steel. The rocky orbs crash against the wings violently, causing them to
falter slightly, however Talaryn’s attempts to thwart the attack as proven successful. With a great roar, the dragon
pulls back his wings and leaps into the air, beating them downward to sweep himself upwards as if caught in a all-powerful
gust of wind. The creature’s blackened form can be seen ascending with great speed before your very eyes, shortly becoming
silhouetted before the sun and finally hiding among the clouds. All is silent for a moment, many leaves rustling as they settle
to the dirt-covered ground from the recent disturbance in the atmosphere. Suddenly, the dragon’s large form can be seen
jetting downwards, body stiffened and wings folded backwards to resemble the form of a speeding arrow. Within only seconds,
the dragon has collected a wreathe of flames from his velocity and crashes into the very spot where Dragun stands, no doubt
damaging himself severely in the act, yet making his opponent’s chances or survival very slim.
Dragun follows Talaryn’s parabolic attack with eyes unblinded, shining defiantly above the high ridges of his scaly
cheeks and set jaw. Guessing the likely charge, Dragun begins to draw up to him friendly points of light. A whisper is heard
resounding throughout the shrine, “Magi, send the good spirits, the protectors. I am in need.” Rapidly points
of light flew along his body, encasing him in ethereal glow, especially in the runes etched in his scales. Countless spirits
sing their presence, a melodic hum that rings just above the din of Talaryn’s screeching descent. Dragun calmly closes
his scaled eyelids as Talarn plummets into him, a massive, roiling wave of red flames and scattered light bounds through the
shrine and beyond, racing above your head. When you look up again, two smoking piles are side by side. Dragun stands, leaning
heavily on his towering mage staff. The staff stubbornly resists breaking and Dragun, his thick mage robe obliterated and
scales ripped from his chest and body, regains his footing. Streaked with blood and gore, Dragun tiredly sets his eyes upon
Talaryn. He sets both claws upon the staff firmly and plants it before him. With the words, “Bless you, son of the Dark
Immortal,” rays of holy light burst froth from his mangled rib cage. The light bursts into smokeless flame upon Talaryn’s
body and Dragun promptly falls to his knees, totally spent.
Talaryn gasps and roars in horror as the seemingly unstoppable wave of light washes over his body, causing his scales to
sizzle as if burning and even breaking some off of his carapace. With a massive crash, the dragon turns over and falls on
his back, writhing with pain as the rays of luminescence penetrate his every defense. As the holy force continues to work
an amazing pain on his body, Talaryn slowly begins to shrink in size, his features twisting and becoming human-like. As the
brilliant, white light fades from the scene, the young warrior remains, lying naked and drenched with blood upon the dirt-covered
ground.
Talaryn versus Blaze
Talaryn looks up at Blaze and tightens his fist strongly until the blood is completely drained from his knuckles. The draconian
warrior turns his back on his father and kneels down on the ground placing one palm to touch the cold tavern floor. With a
tremendous roar, Talaryn erupts into a bright green light that illuminates the entire tavern and almost blinds you. Talaryn's
body can be seen twisting and growing until he has taken on the form of a large black dragon. Crouching down so as not to
hit his head, Talaryn rushes at Blaze and swings out his right hand, his claws outstretched to cause the most possible damage.
With the his first assault underway, the black dragon rears back and from his locked open mouth, a wave of searing flames
shoot forth towards Blaze. The flames racing towards his draconic opponent, with seemingly a mind of its own as it reaches
out to engulf Blaze in a burning inferno.
Blaze's eyes widen, knowing he must change quickly. He raises his staff in feeble defense of the large reptile charging him,
rolling to the side, he feels the tips of Talaryn's claws graze his calf in the leap, cringing in pain. Rolling onto his back
he sees the massive wave of flames hurling towards him, the heat already whispering against his flesh he flips up and stumbles
back, the bottoms of his robe catching a blaze. After stomping the flames out with haste... He closes his eyes tightly and
chants quietly and quickly under his breath, allowing a massive pillar of alabaster colored energy to shatter against the
taverns heavy walls, ceiling and floor.. The blast itself does no damage but is slightly blinding, passing through tables,
chairs, and even others harmlessly like a freshly created illusion.. When the light fades, his form appears much larger, his
skin thick and scaled, colored brightly like a distorted mirror it reflects some of the surrounding when close enough, like
looking into a small rippling puddle. Massive onyx toned talons crush into the wooden floor, splintering it beneath his weight,
the serrated jagged claws drag firmly, setting himself in place, fully in balance. His large tail swayed up a bit and side
to side, lowering his large reptilian head, his spiraled horns used as a shield, awaiting... His large wings flailed out as
well as they could in the constricted tavern, moving gracefully against the surrounding air, they then delicately fold down
to his back firmly... With a heavy swing he attempts to off balance Talaryn with a blow of his tail,allowing his body to shift,
and ram his large opponant, hopefully to the floor....
Talaryn roars in surpirse as the tail flies into his chest with a sickening thud, sending the dragon reeling back and crashing
into one of the tavern walls, broken pieces of wood and plaster flying into the air and falling around Talaryn. A look of
incredible fury burns into Talaryn's wide eyes as he pushes himself off of the wall with a grunt and glares at his father
with malice. The draconnic warrior quickly looks up wards and stands up straight on his hind legs, his head crashing through
the roof of the tavern. Talaryn raises his hands strongly into the air breaking more chunks of the roof off and making more
space for himself. With a pernicious roar Talaryn unfolds his wings and stretches them out before pushing off the ground with
a heave and shooting into the sky. From above the Kelay Tavern, Talaryn floats in the air chanting dark arcane words of magic.
Suddenly a dark crimson glow emenates from his hands as he stares down at the tavern with the same hating look in his eyes.
Talaryn raises his hands until his palms are facing where Blaze still stands. Large beads o sweat fall down his forehead and
down his scales and suddenly a agonizing yell escapes his mouth and he releases a large beam of crimson energy at The Tavern.
The sound from the blast creates a shockwave that shakes the very earth and rings in your ears. As it crashes through the
roof chips of wood rain and sprinkle to the floor and in seconds the beam will be upon Blaze, burning him into nothing but
cinder and ash.
Blaze allows the muscles beneath his thick hide to tighten. Hearing the massive sound of the darkened energy alarms him, but
only with a split second to respond.. Blazes Wings flail open as well as they can within the small tavern, his form moving
to all fours to run like a feline along the cool wooden floor. Suddenly the blast sinks through the buildings room part of
it smashing against a single wing, causing damage to the thick folds, making flight impossible for now... He roared out in
pain, hissing deeply as it echoed off the tavern walls into all the beings ears that were within a 40 foot radius. He found
himself slightly below the hole in the taverns top.. Taking in a slow, deep breath his chest expanded, his crippled wing attempting
to spread. Seconds later a pillar of electric blue flames whipped into the wind, hissing up through the roof as the air shattered
off of the heat, the blast heading towards Talaryns currently in flight body.. Hoping to knock him from the sky..
Talaryn widens his eyes in surprise as the gigantic pillar of light shoots towards his body. With a yelp of surprise Talaryn
quickly dodges to the left but not in time to save himself and with a sickening roar of pain, Talaryn;s entire left wing is
torn off of his body and disintigrated in the blast. Talaryn screeches as he falls down lopsidedly and crashes through the
celing of the tavern with a loud crash, blood splashing messily onto tavern floor and severed nerves and tendons drip from
the massive bleeding form of the dragon. With a loud hiss, Talaryn's eyes fill with tears of pain and he is filled with more
hate then he ever remembers feeling. The draconic warrior rushes once more at his father, blood flying out from his back and
splattering to the floor. With a grun talaryn pounces into the air, his back crashing against the wall, and then raging dragon
comes down towards blaze with his mouth wide open, baring razor sharp claws. As Talaryn nears his father he aims for the throat
of Blaze with only the hope to tear his teeth into his father and make him feel the same pain that Talaryn himself is in.
Blaze's cerulean hues widen once again in surprise, watching Talaryn crash through the tavern ceiling, several large spots
of crimson waving into the air to smash against his own bright reflective scales, dripping down them... He quickly tries to
back away and turn, but his movements are rather too slow from the damage he's taken, not evading enough. He roars out deeply,
the rumbling passing through his chest as he feels Talaryns teeth pierce down into his shoulder blade as he uses his tail
to knock away the sharpened claws of his opponent ... of his son.. Cringing in pain, he can feel the teeth deep in his thick
scaled flesh.. He moves into a slight frenzy attempting to the jaws from him, his head points low and slashes towards the
side of Talaryn's soft underbelly, the horns attempting to crush and deliver a hard blow against his ribs.. As he uses his
horns, with one claw, his jagged onyx talons rise and fall, aiming for the exposed wound on his opponents back, hoping it
will cause him to release the grip of his jaws...
Talaryn roars in pain as a searing pain erupts in his back and spreads to his whole body. Blaze's horns catch him in surprise
and sink into his stomache blood splashing out and soaking his enemy in crimson liquid. Talaryn releases his jaws as his stomache
is ripped open and falls backwards grabbing his stomache and moaning in pain. Blood continues to flow from the massive wound
in his stomache and most of Talaryn's vital organs are exposed. Tears well up in the powerfull dragon's eyes in one of his
weakest moments, as he lies on the floor bleeding and moaning like a dying animal. Talaryn looks up slowly pushing his head
up with all his energy and stares at blaze, all expression fading from his face. With one more roar, Talaryn tightens his
eyelids and his head falls back to the floor. Surrounded in a pool of his own blood and tissue, Talaryn's breathing becomes
laboured and slow and the dragon loses consciessness
Talaryn versus Andrinor
Talaryn casts a menacing glower upon the comparingly tiny form of Andrinor as he backs his own massive body away from the
monk with great shuffling of obsidian scales. Under the light of the pale moon, the terrible dragon stands erect on both hind
legs and spreads the two charcoal wings protruding from his spine in a magnificent display of power and beauty. Suddenly,
with a great crash that sends a thin haze of golden dust into the air, the young warrior brings his two front feet into the
ground at such speed that all that is visible is a dark blur and nothing more. Crimson light instantly erupts from the hard,
diamond like scales of Talaryn and with a swift, yet fluid movement, he rushes into Andrinor, with a brutal fury in his orb-like,
emerald eyes. With a rearing of his head, he unlocks his jaws and sends forth a searing jet of glowing flames into his opponents
and continues in his course as if to pummel him into dust.
Andrinor jumps into a defensive stance as the massive beast acts. He swiftly rolls to his right. As the searing flames rush
past him they catch hold of his dark cloak, setting it ablaze. The flames are instantly put out by the dust made by te charging
dragon. The agile monk dives into the air. Talaryn charges right under him. Andrinor lands in perfect form behind his enemy
and glares into his evil eyes as he turns around. Regardless of the fear they burn into his mind he slowly paces back and
forth along the road, as he decides how to begin his assault. He comes to an abrupt stop and an eerie wind causes Andrinor's
charred cloak to flutter behind him. He brings his hands behind him and clentches two fists. A blue aura forms around them.
Andrinor charges at Talaryn and as he does a blue hole appears behind him, hands of souls reaching out, as if pulling at the
evil presense of Talaryn.
Talaryn lets out a half-terrified gasp as the shadowy figures grip onto every bit of his armored body. The massive beast
is flung this way and that causing the very earth below you to shake in protest to the grand stress being placed upon it.
A broad swipe of one clawed hand sends a large portion of the disturbed spirits to reel backwards and vanish into thin air.
Yet with every one of the astral forms vanquished, another ten appear to lay their icy clutch upon the young warrior. A terrifying
roar pierces the air and reverberates loudly off of every solid object in sight, causing the majority of the tormented souls
to back down from the obsidian dragon in fear. Talaryn lifts his palm above his own head and slams it into the ground with
great violence, signaling a shimmering rain of incandescent white light over the surrounding battlefield. As every tendril
of this soft yet pulsating aura comes into contact with the summoned of Andrinor, the soul falls to the ground in peace and
vanishes from sight. When the last of these spirits have dissapeared, Talaryn sinks his bristling emerald eyes over Andrinor
and thrusts his right hand forward. On this movement, a great orb of collective, gossamer energy is formed only inches from
the hard obsidian palm and grows into the size of a small boulder. Seconds pass before the great ball of energy is hurled
into Talaryn's opponent with the possibility of enveloping him in a purely destructive force.
Andrinor reaches behind him and draws out his glowing shield. He holds it infront of him just as the orb of energy slams into
him. He is sent flying backwards screaming in pain. As the energy swarms over his entire body he feels the very lifeforce
start to be sucked from him. He lies struggling with the energy for a few seconds and manages to regain posture. He lets out
a horrific battle cry and the energy appears to shatter off of him. Panting heavily, he runs at the dragon again. When in
range he jumps up and unleashes a barrage of punches at the belly of he beast.
Talaryn exhales a great gust of air as the first hard blow is delivered to his unprotected belly. Each new, mindshatteringly
powerful blow that makes contact with his stomache is another seizure of pain threatening to put him out of consciousness.
The dragon's, now murky, emerald eyes roll back into his head and with a painful grunt, he falls backwards and hits the earth
with a sickening thud that seems to echoe into the farthest corners of Hollow. In an attempt to free himself of the pesty
Andrinor, Talaryn lets loose a powerful backhand into the torso of his opponent and rolls over onto his feet again. Without
warning a spidery, blue current of electricity lashes out from the heavens and strikes the dusty floor beside Andrinor. This
bolt of lighting is then followed up by a chain of similar thunderous attacks until Talaryn is on his feet and ready to battle
once more. The two charcoal wings of his back begin to beat down upon the ground powerfully and with their assistance, he
soars up into the sky only to dissapear from the naked eye. A few short moments pass and in a flurry of black scales and green
light, the powerful dragon plummets downwards into his opponent, proposing the chance of crushing Andrinor into a pulp of
gore.
Andrinor is sent into the wall of the tavern by Talaryn's backhand with a loud thud. He drops to his knees and barely has
time to get up before the cracking thunder bolts plummet all around him. 1 slamms down into his back, followed by another
until he is forced into the ground again. As the vicious attacks end he looks around for Talaryn. just as his blurry vision
focuses the great being is almost upon him. Thinking quickly Andrinor throws his cloak over himself. Talaryn comes down right
ontop of him and seems to crush him into the ground as he planned. Just then Andrinor becomes visible through the cloud of
dust made by Talaryn. He coughs and shakes his head. Terrified by almost being crushed he barely has any strength to continue
with the fight. Against his monk ways he draws his flaming sword. He runs beside Talaryn and jumps onto his tail, being careful
not to hit and sharp spikes on his way. He darts up the back of the massive creature and points his sword down. He then jabbs
it down with all of his might, trying to stab into the back of Talaryn's neck.
Talaryn falls forward with a sickening screech as the flaming blade penetrates the adamant scales of his neck and draws
forth a tremendous fount of crimson blood which spills to the floor loudly. As his massive body hits the floor, a thin cloud
of dust is kicked up around his entire frame creating an eerie ghost-like effect. A pool of his own blood begins to form beneath
the twisting and writhing form of the near dying dragon and with the last of his strength, Talaryn bellows forth a roar of
agony before closing his eyes and ceasing all breath.
Bwemans versus Talaryn
Bwemanx throws off his golden helmet. Then sits down on the dirt and starts his ritual. He removes some war paint from his
sack and draws a white circle around himself, then applies some to his face. He starts to chant in a foreign language and
closes his eyes. Suddenly an eerie wind pierces the silence and stillness of the crowd. A raincloud forms overtop BWe as he
starts to chant faster and in a lower tone. He shouts and a devastating tornado shoots out of the cloud and he disappears
from site. As the wind slowly subsizes and he comes back into view his hair is standing up on end and his eyes are pure blue.
He grins sinisterly as he levitates off of the ground and waves his hands around in the air. He stabs a hand threw the air
and seems to punch a vortex right through the air. The strange form grows steadilly and in a deafening crack hands start to
reach out. Then entire bodies jump out and charge staright at Talaryn. BWe then dras his sword and flies down over them at
amazing speeds. When close he disappears and reapears behind Talaryn. He quickly jabs his sword at Talaryn's back as his 'warriors'
claw insanely at Tal's front.
Talaryn lets out a mind shattering roar as the sword cuts through his silken shirt and sinks into his back with a sickening
sound of flesh tearing away from flesh. Stumbling forward from the blow to his spine, the draconian warrior is completely
off guard and left open for the astral forms that race at him in a deadly pace. In a lame attempt to defend himself, Talaryn
lifts both hands up and before his face to shield himself to no avail. In an instant, the agile monsters are upon him, pummeling
him backwards and driving him down to the ground. Blood begins to streak down in rivulets from the places where is skin was
ripped open by the assault, and a series of low rumbling grunts is issued from the draconian's lips with each devestating
blow. Suddenly, Talaryn regains footing despite the beasts surrounding him and in a fleeting moment, draws forth the glistening,
silver hilt that rests sheathed in his belt. With a quick flick of his wrist, a long, straight blade shoots out from the handle,
shining slightly with archaic glyphes and swirling with dark, malevolent shadows that seem to branch out in an attempt to
pull all the light from the room. In a series of quick yet powerfull swipes, Talaryn eradicates each astral form one by one,
the sword letting out loud, screeching wails with every vanquished foe. As the last of them fall, Talaryn lowers his sword
to his side and looks straight into Bwemanx, a look of uteer rage crossing into his radiant, emerald eyes. With a quick jerk
of his head, the warrior surges forward, like a bolt of electricity, towards Bwemanx. Midcourse, the 'Sword of Shadows' is
seen held high above Talaryn in a scorpion like position as he charges at his opponent. A great cascade of light and sound
erupts all about the dusty road and suddenly, the blurred image of Talaryn's dark brand is seen coming towards Bwemanx's skull,
while from behind him, it seems as if a wave of shadow and fire are eminent to swallow the Magus whole.
Bwemanx stares blanckly at Talaryn as he sees the shadow behind him. He turns to Elryndel and charges at him. When he gets
close he throws his hands down and grabs the Rauko Orono right out of it's sheath. He drops his flaming sword and swings the
Rauko Orono, getting used to it. Suddenly in a loud crackle he is sent flying backwards by the pure force of the sword. He
quickly jumps to his feet and chants out a phrase he's heard his nephew use many times. The mist of the red orb concealed
in the sword exits slowly and tkaes the form of a giant dragon's head behind him. It opens it's mouth and lets out an intense
fire blast. The fire spirals down to Talaryn and it stops him right in his tracks. BWe quickly jumps through the firey wall
unaffected by it but forgets about the vicious shadows coming towards him and they overtake his body, seeming to suck away
at his very existance. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream and falls to the ground. He staggers slowly to his feet and a small
trail of blood trickles from his mouth. He shakes it off and charges again at Talaryn, grinning at his previous attack. He
takes a quick horizontal swing at Talaryn's torso, followed by a swift uppercut.
Talaryn is knocked backwatds violently by the intense flames that strike out at his body with the will of a fierce warrior.
Falling to the floor from the blow, Talaryn attempts to regain footing as quickly as possible but before he can do any such
thing, Bwemanx is already upon him, cutting into his chest almost easily and then following it up with a upwards swing of
the sword that sends Talaryn back to his feet, blood oozing out of the newly formed wound gaping on his chest. Snarling visciouly,
the draconian warrior gets to his feet once more and stares hard at Bwe, the intent to kill evident on his grim expression.Talaryn
stands completely rigid on his spot, his eyes filled with an unimaginable rage, his fists clenching and unclenching as the
beads of sweat mingled with blood begin to streak down from his forehead. Letting his head fall back limply, Talaryn releases
an unimaginably loud scream of pent up rage that causes the wind about him to increase violently in speed.From the heavens
above, long spidery currents of azure electricity fill the sky and lash out and the dusty road around you. The draconian warrior's
screaming continues until his longs can bear it no more, and suddenly, he drops to his knees and places the palm of his right
hand firmly to the dirt road. From the pale skin of Talaryn's hand, a dark emerald aura erupts, coiling about his arm before
moving with incredible slowness to the rest of his hunching body. As the aura begins to grow and envelope his body, so does
it grow in it's luminescance. Finally the pulsating green light is so strong that it fills the entire room with its eerie
tint. Suddenly, it seems as if the aura is pulled back into Talaryn by some unknown means, every spark of it sinking into
the warrior's very flesh. Talaryn slowly raises his head and opens his eyes, showing a slight tinge of red to their corners.
In one fluid movement, Talaryn bursts into action, lifting his sword to his side once more before soaring into the sky with
the skill and flourish of a dancer. When he gains a considerable distance from the ground below, he stops midair and lifts
the sword in both hands above his head. You can barely see the draconian's toothy grin as he thrusts the sword downwards to
Bwemanx. In seconds the sword finds itself buried to the hilt in the dirty ground before Bwemanx, the puncture of the earth
causing a sudden unbalance that shakes the ground and causes the wind to blow about furiously. Suddenly the ground splits
open into a great chasm before the Mage, and from the depths of Hell, out forth spews a great molten subtsance that glows
with an orange hue. The fiery liquid moves in a torrent out from the chasm and as if animated by some maical force, shapes
itself into a massive hand that swipes at Bwemanx with grat tenacity. Meanwhile, the 'Sword of Shadows' flies upwards and
into the hands of its master.
Bwemanx smiles widely seeing Talaryn jump. He steps back as the deadly lava nears him, burning the ground and everything in
it's path as it goes. B.We slowly squats down and sheaths the Rauko Orono. He lusts his hands toward the lava and it stops,
right at his golden boots. The orange light emited by the lava reflects off of them as it burrns into them and slowly into
BWe's foot. He winces a bit in pain and watches as the lava begins to receed and form together from where it came. Then it
starts to form together and into a big ball. BWe gestures as if picking up he ball and it hurls at Talaryn. BWe extends his
legs up and jumps with a silent whisp and right through the smoke created by the lava ball. Using this stealth he jumps unoticably
past Talaryn and takes out the Rauko Orono again. He aims it down and it is instantly encrusted with crimson flames that blow
in the wind as he rises. Then in sequence with the massive ball, he plummets toward Talaryn.
Talaryn looks from both sides of him quickly, a small trace of fear evident in his widened eyes. Closing his eyes and holding
his hands to both sides in a arrow like stance, the draconian warrior remains motionless as both the ball of molten lava and
the plummeting Mage near him with great speed. In an instant, just as it seems that Talaryn will be oblitterated by both eminent
forces, the warrior suddenly seems to lose his ability to flie and like a ragged doll, falls lifelessly to the earth. As he
strikes the ground with a sickening sound, Talaryn looks up suddenly to see Bwemanx heading directly for the his own attack
in a head on course. Smirking wickedly and turning away from the soaring mage, Talaryn gets to his feet and waves the 'Sword
of Shadows' at his side, nodding in satisfaction as the image of the blade falters and vanishes before your very eyes. Walking
a few paces to the other side of the road, silver hilt in hand, the draconian warrior falls to his knees and drops the hilt
to the floor. Suddenly a large gossamer veil of light falls down around Talaryn and hides him from all sight. The intense
sound of his own screams echoes out into the area and you realise that for the first time in two years, he is taking on the
form of the dragon. Within minutes, Talaryn stands before you, a large obsidian dragon with large wings that spread out magnificently
behind him. After displaying himself proudly for a moment, Talaryn looks up at Bwemanx, and spits a great ball of fire hurtling
at his magus opponent. The orb of flames seems to brun away the oxygen around it as it coalescesses towards Bwe.
Bwemanx tries to regain control of himself and slow his falling but fails. He stares in awe at the collasal dragon as his
own lava ball slams right into him. Through blinking eyes, he tries to see the next firey attack coming for him. He shakes
his entire body and gets most of the lava off of him, yet his limbs and face are still burnt and scarred very badly. With
his remaining strength, BWe holds his glowing shield infront of him. The attack hits it directly and in a hiss shoots over
it and hits BWe in the breastplate. He plummets toward the earth and collides with the ground, leaving a small crater where
he lands.
Talaryn versus Eldritch
Talaryn moves his hand down a rather large silver hilt, which is sheathed under his belt. As he pulls up the glistening
handle, you notice that it is without a blade all together. In one fluid movement, Talaryn raises the hilt above his head
and with a great cascade of sound and darkness, a long, straight blade shoots up into the air, swirling malevolently with
grey shadows....
Eldritch stretches his arm out, clutching and unclutching his fist whilst flexing the razor-sharp claws. With a soft snort,
a puff of black smoke engulfs Eldritch's hand, growing in size until enveloping enough space to cover that of a tower shield.
Eldritch beats his wings with great momentum, blowing the smoke gently towards Talaryn. As the smoke clears, a glimmering
obsidian buckler remains, seemingly fused to his forearm.
Talaryn holds the sword tightly in his hand, staring at Eldritch expectantly as if to strike at any moment...
Eldritch crouches lower, his tail whipping back and forth playfully.
Talaryn lifts the sword above his shoulders, pulling back his elbow and thrusting the blade forward in a scorpion like
stance.
Eldritch narrows his eyes, a thin string of smoke slowing arising from within his proboscis in increasing amounts.
Talaryn surges forward as if propelled by some unseen force, his arms and legs flying behind him as he hurls himself into
Eldrtich. Suddenly, he drags his sword forward mid air and slices down at Eldrtich, aiming to cut the dragon down the center.
Eldritch shoots his left arm forth above his head, the sleek black shield glimmering in the low lights of the tavern. Just
as the blade contacts the buckler, sparks fly outwards, forming a dome around the two combatants. Eldritch feints to his right,
outstretching his hind leg in an attempt to slice Talaryn in the abdomen with a large talon...
Talaryn jumps back with the skill and flair of a dancer, lowering the sword to knock the talon away from himself, as the
steel and bone clash, a great streak of obsidian sparks are given off from the 'Sword of Shadow and create a great cloud of
darkness in the middle of the tavern. As if with a life of its own, the dark cloud flies towards Eldritch and attempts to
smother him in burning shadows.
Eldritch allows the entity to approach at a rapid speed, cracking a slight smile in the mean time. Opening his jaws as wide
as physically able, Eldritch begins to inhale deeply, swallowing the oncoming cloud. Eldritch's eyes open wider as he swallows
hard and freezes for a moment. Not long after, you hear a low rumbling being omitted from inside the stomach of the large
dragon, soon followed by a loud belch of dark blue flames which shoot forth in Talaryn's direction...
Talaryn jumps forward into the flames as if to burn himself alive. As he is imminent to being seized by the flames, two
large charcoal wings shoot from his back and fold out before him, catching the flames and causing them to dissipate in seconds.
Suddenly, Talaryn's wings unfold and with an undetectable speed, he rushes at Eldritch, his sword quickly sheathed and his
left hand outstretched to deliver a devastating blow to the skull of the dragon.
Eldritch remains still until Talaryn is upon him. Just as the palm seems to make contact with Eldritch, you see a blur of
motion from his position moving off to the side. Your eyes try to follow the rapid motions of the two warriors, constantly
shooting forth a blade of a threatening limb, then being parried or dodged. Finally, Eldritch comes to a stop on one side
of the tavern, Talaryn facing him in the middle. Removing a simple broadsword from his sack, Eldritch charges at Talaryn in
a direct pattern. Nearing the target, he suddenly jumps upwards while spinning the blade at Talaryn's neck as if to cause
confusion. While midair, the blade is downcast at the top of Talaryn's head, preceded by a flare of dark energy shot forth
from Eldritch's hand...
Talaryn purposely falls backwards and hits the tavern floor with a sickening thud. Throwing up his arms, the draconian
grabs the hilt of the falling sword before its blade is able to run through him. With almost undetectable speed, Talaryn rolls
to the side, barely dodging the black streak of light that lashes out at him. In an instant, Talaryn jumps to his feet and
throws the sword towards Eldritch as he would a javelin, causing the blade to twirl with great speed as it hurls towards Eldritch.
Eldritch lands and turns, just in time to catch the blade of the sword in his hand. Dark blood trickles down from within the
clutched fist, burning small holes in the tavern's wooden floor. Looking back up to Talaryn with a grin, Eldritch begins speaking.
"It would appear our strengths are equally matched..."
Talaryn slowly lowers both arms to his sides as a look of mirth spreads across his face. From his belt, the long blade
of the 'Sword of Shadow' falters in its image and disappears soundlessly... "Aye....it would..."
Eldritch removes the mundane blade from his hand, sticky and wet with blood. After wiping it clean on his tattered blood-stained
pants, Eldritch returns it to his sack.
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