-= A Powerful Duel. =-

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The two glanced at each other with but a mere body of water to separate them. The Hou-Zi snarled barring his teeth before raising his battle-staff and pointing it towards the paladin. The Keeper raised his bow and began forming his magical arrow. The fight was about to begin.

 

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-=-

 

The Sirame stood frozen in awe as the fighting between the two erupted. They wished to help their Keeper paladin ally but simply couldn't keep up with the two as they each continued to land blow after blow on each other. The Hou-Zi warrior though, Kong'Wu, would soon find himself with the upper-hand as he threw down a smokescreen catching the Keeper off guard and sweeping him off his feet with a swift swing from his staff. The Hou-Zi stood victor over the downed Paladin pointing his weapon towards the elf's throat. But he hesitated. The Elfess' words of peace rang through Kong's mind. Perhaps this long lasting grudge between the two races had carried on for too long. Perhaps the two could make peace and live together on Axios instead of clawing at each other's throats. Perhaps Kong thought wrong.

 

The downed Paladin took advantage of the Hou-Zi's hesitation and acted. His blade stabbed into the monkey's side drawing blood and sending Kong stumbling back. Kong escaped with his wounds and thankfully survived due to a Norlandic merchant who tended to his wounds. Whilst recovering Kong thought to himself;

 

'There can't be peace, no, all elves are monsters and must be treated as such.'

 

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OOC:

 

After popular request I thought I'd bring back my powerful RP posts. Here's a bit of character development between my Hou-Zi and the elves. Thanks Leric and all the other elves for my great character arc development and I hope we can have some more great RP together soon and develop our characters haha.

 

 

 

[garentoft 9265]

Abe'Kat discovers that Kong was injured, he grits his teeth, "The elven bloodlust will be their downfall."

[Leric 1097]

Leric frowns, not being affiliated with the elves at all. 

[Aeus 2653]

Xie Seng frowns at the news. "Dishonorable! Elves must pay for this!"

[winterblood 11181]

Nemir did her best to avoid the roads when returning home from Linandria that night, believing the Hou-Zi were still lingering around somewhere.  Her tired eyes glared about her, searching for anything lurking behind one of the towering trees surrounding her as she walked along.  Her short sword gave off a gentle purple glow, a color similar to the metal it was forged of: Arcanium.  I shouldn't have left in the first place, she thought to herself bitterly, thinking of the comfort and protection her manor provided, and Daniel still recovering from his illness in bed.  I shouldn't have left him... I'll be there soon.  Soon.

 

She pushed through a thiccet of leaves, shooting a paranoid glance over her shoulder before looking ahead to the coast.  The moon had risen and its pale light was pouring over the black waters of the Great Sea.  Near the horizon, far along the shore, Nemir spotted the little boat she had arrived from.  Thankfully it hadn't left without her, or else she'd have to trek through the swamps to find another way to the Library of Dragur, then home.

 

The sun was just about to touch the Cold Sea when Nemir finally made it into her alchemical laboratory beneath Dragur, her feet dragging along the stone floors as she stepped into her empty closet.  A phrase was uttered and she was gone in a flicker of white light.  Literally.  The next thing Nemir knew was that she was standing in a small space in her manor's basement.  At last, she thought.  There wasn't much time for her to rest, Daniel would be waking soon and he needed his meals in order to gather up his strength again.  So she went into the kitchen to prepare something for him to break his fast on.

 

[[Sorry, I haven't gotten to write a whole lot lately due to drawing.  The RP was enjoyable and the PvP was fun to watch, GG.  

@Gladuos Tagging you since this might matter, idfk it's three in the morning]]

[bumblefina 2766]

A feminine figure shrouded with a faceless metal mask shook her head a bit as her companions sat around a campfire deep in the forests of Linandria, droning on about their hatred for elves. Kong, their ring leader, was sprawled out on a blanket, his side wrapped in bandages. She stood and turned away from the group, ever the moody one, ever the mysterious one. One of the men watched over his shoulder as the woman left, but soon turned back to the fire, rejoining the conversation.

 

As she stepped into the deep black of the night, the starlight filtering down through leaves a hundred feet up, she lifted a hand to her head, slipping it beneath the red leather hood and unclipping a strap. Slowly, she pulled her mask away, letting the cool night air touch her skin. She lowered the mask to her side in one hand, the other pushing the hood off of her head. 

 

White hair spilled out, light as the starlight around her. She ran a hand through her locks, shifting it back, and revealing the scars of cut ears. With a quiet sigh, her shoulders sunk, and she lifted her face to the sky, letting the breeze wash over her. 'Elves...' she thought to herself, 'elves are the reason I'm in this situation.'

[mmat 7460]

"I dindu nuffin." replies Khaine, a proud member of Hands Up Don't Loose.

[ThatGuy_777 220]

Swaying gradually from side-to-side, Guyden finally reaches his abode. Thoroughly soaked, his skin pale under the shine of the moon. His eyes slightly bloodshot and with heavy bags under them. "Click." Turning the key, he opens the door slowly. Amusing it to emit its haunting creek. As he enters, numerous thoughts flood his mind. Uruks. Hou-zi. Rogue wielders of void-magic. Frost Witches. The thoughts hit him one after the other in rapid succession. Merely flashing images in his mind. Slamming the door shut, he stumbled into his home. Utterly drained.

As the shudder of Guyden's uniform became the only thing audible, his mind strayed. To protect the people of Linandria. To protect the people of Linandria. To protect the people of Linandria. Thrice did the phrase repeat itself within his skull. Echoes of the past. To defend those I hold dear. To give my life for the people I love. These thoughts reverberated through his mind more gently, like a canoe brushing against the occasional rock down a stream. Soon the armor littered the ground carelessly, his weapons stacked up against the wall.

A hand went to instinctively clasp his chain necklace, seemingly entangled in vines. "What do these people think they're achieving, ruining the lives of others? How can one possibly take pleasure in forsaking another? How hollow can that which breathes...be?" Almost falling forward, Guyden manages to catch himself. Carefully reaching for the ladder, he begins to climb up. Spiteful pyromaniacs. Apathetic slavers. Sadistic killers. These images washed over him like a wave, causing his grip to falter. "Thud." His exhausted form was laid out upon the wooden flooring. He sighs.

"Goodnight Linandria."

"...Goodnight dear."

With that, Guyden slowly drifts into his dreams, lying down on the cold floor.