RP- The Shroud descends

Zetan is taken by surprise by the fact that his fire is doing nothing, but that is not his only weapon. The flow of fire stops from his hand and he tries to grab the creatures hand as it approaches him and break it.

 

His Arm breaks off his body and he stops and looks at his shoulder where the arm is missing. He has forgotten that the body he is in is dead. He yet again is taken by surprise and he leans back and prepares to breath out fire, since he realizes he needs to escape.

 

"Weak and pathetic." Zetan says in his golden voice as he stands still as the fire engulfs him, making him confused and taking a little bit of burns, but nothing major. As the fire and smoke clears the creature is no where to be seen, and he turns his gaze towards the other people, and lets out a roar that echoes throughout the land.

 

Zetan seems to think hes got the better hand of the Demon but as he yet knows he's still in the area, he sees and opening and charges from his back with his clawed hand preparing to rip a hole right through him.

 

Zetan was unprepared for the blow that hit him. The creatures claws penetrated his skin slightly enough to irritate him greatly. It had hit him in the back with such force it would probably have ripped a mortal apart, but he was different. He gave a bellow of rage, swung around and faced the creature before him. He then tried to grab it's head and lift it up.

 

His eyes glow and as he is lifted off the ground he licks the hand thats around his face. His tongue is completely soaked in acid.

 

The creatures tongue was disgusting and the acid posed little threat to his skin, for he was born in a pit of magma. However it stung slightly. He garbles something in Demon and starts too apply pressure to the creatures head.

 

He looks into Zetan's eyes and speaks back in Demon "Do you really wish to kill one of ur own, young one..?" He slurs something most people wouldnt understand.

 

Taken-aback by the words of what the creature said, he answered in Demonic, "Who are you to call me young?" Zetan thought of who it might be, but didn't have any idea. He had always though that his father's line was the oldest, for that was why they ruled.

 

"I am simply but a demonic entity that has taken form through a stupid humans wishes" He slurs more while grining​

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Thinks about letting it live but then the grin makes Zetan want to throw up. "You are useless to me." Zetan says, and applies more pressure to it's head.

 

His head crumbles to pieces between Zetans fingers, the body drops but gets back up and slowly drags itself away.

 

Follows the body a little ways and then tries to obliterate it by using his fire magic again.

 

The body sinks into the ground turning into ooze.

 

Feeling satisfied with himself he then goes away from the ooze like thing and back to where they others were.

 

The lair was dark and damp, however there were no hints of the existence of insects or arachnids inside the large cave. The cave seemed to be very tidy, unnaturally formed, perhaps carved out from the mountain by magic.
Kylar was not suspicious at all. He blank-mindedly followed the man into the cave. The man stopped at a table and sat down. A youth dressed in peculiar clothes rushed out of nowhere and asked: "Welcome back home sir. Would you like a drink?"
"Yes. Iced white pear juice. Also bring Kylar, here one too." He gestured to Kylar.
The youth understood immediately and came back in less than a few minutes. A misty clear glass of liquid was placed in front of Kylar on the table.
"Sit." Kylar sat down. The man sipped from his glass and opened his mouth to speak.
"Kylar. It's been a long time since you've done any work. All you've done is sleep, eat and play all day. So I'm going to give you a mission."
Kylar: "..."
"Listen well Kylar. This mission will be span for a lifetime, but since I've made you immortal, the time is takes won't be a fraction of your lifetime, because the mission...
You shall serve my son for as long as he lives and remain loyal only to him. Do not worry. I will teach you all the arts before I pass away."
The man stood up and motioned for Kylar to follow him. As they approached the library, Kylar was amazed at the amount of books it held.
"Look up." Kylar raised his head and was awed at the endless rows of books that spanned so high, that they faded in the distance.
"When I pass away, all these books will belong to you. Read them well."
Kylar: "I do not know how to read..."
"Kylar! Have you forgotten your manners? Call me sir. And you do know how to read. Just read, it'll come naturally to you."
Kylar: "This is so strange, so peculiar...I can't seem to remember anything..."
"Do you really not remember anything, Kylar? Do not concern yourself with those matters then. Your memory shall come back to you when you read these books. Start from the top."
Kylar: "But sir, how do I get the books at the top?"
"...hahaha! Want them Kylar. Want them hard enough and they'll come to you."
Kylar was baffled. He looked up at the endless rows of books and urged for the top most book to come down. Soon a dot could be seen descending from the column. The dot grew bigger. It was a book. 'The Land of Loth.'
"Read." The man commanded.
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Soon Kylar had read over a quarter of the library's books. However, he had not concerned himself with time. The old man was frail and on his death bed. Kylar, having learnt of the ways of Loth, bade him farewell. However, the man has some last words.
The man struggled to speak out some words.
"My son, Gorth...serve him well Kylar. Here...this book...will help you..."
Kylar only just managed to hear the man's last words. He took the book in his hand and saluted the man. The man who granted (or re-granted) him knowledge of this world. The man's eyes looked up and closed as he passed away.
Kylar had dropped the book in his grief. The book had flipped open to a page. The servants at the door were muttering. Some were sobbing. When Kylar looked down at the book, his mind became blank.
The distraught servants were observing them. Something caught their attention. They stared at Kylar. A white band appeared around each arm. Kylar's left hand thumb drew a circle in the air. Suddenly flowers and grass sprouted all over the room. The room was covered in foliage of all the colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, pink, you name it, and there would be a flower or plant that had that color.
As Kylar woke up from his daze, he observed his surroundings. However, a sharp agonizing pain ripped into him. His hands reached for his back, where his wings were no longer. He did not know (remember) where this pain came from. It tore through him, the pain on his back. He blacked out.
Kylar came around at night. The servants of the lair had put him on his bed and had tended to him. They were perhaps asleep by now. Kylar wondered where the pain had come from. But he was more concerned for how he had created the flowers. He read the title of the extremely thick book.
"A Miniature List of Creation Spells"
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32 years later...
//For next time :)

 

Frost had been walking for a while, he could hear the battle, not far away. He admired the nature around him, but in the distance he saw a glint of metal, "Aspathe?" he yelled.
He began to walk faster, he enjoyed the tranquility around him, but it was not to last. There was the sound of rumbling, and trees toppling, Frost's anxiety grew, but he kept on walking, getting even faster. Only when the last tree fell, and the creature gave a bloodthirsty roar, did he turn, to see a Minotaur.

The thing was determined to get its next meal, and Frost wasn't going to let it be him. "A Minotaur? What the hell are you doing all the way out here?" but the Minotaur gave no answer, it only charged. And that's when Frost began to run.

 

//Well fuck me with a plunger i honestly don't know where to go with Light he's honestly dead at this rate. Well he is dead well fuck i lost my character.. I'm just gonna make a new one into the RP cause i dont wanna stop
If thats kay with you guys.

Spoiler: Spoiler Hint

Name: Ryes Lier
Age: 19
Class: Fighter
Weapon: Gauntlet
Hometown:A Human Village, named Retribution. (Which is ravens hometown btw)
Personality: Inexpressive, anti-social and independent. Likes to be alone. Although he can seem rude sometimes he just has trouble expressing himself. If he gets used to you, he actually has a sarcastic. nature Also an extreme cry baby when it comes to reality.

 

//Go ahead; again, being an enemy would help. Having 2 sides of roleplayers is better :p

 

// In response to both of you:

Moar evil characters, I did Frost because I was tired of being one of the anti-heroes :p