Bane
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Because none of us are as cruel as all of us.
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Post by Bane on Oct 7, 2009 20:34:34 GMT -5
Bane stepped slowly to the tomb. The outer stone walls engraved with ancient markings. He ran his fingers down the curvature of the engravings. Years of sand and time, and yet the ancient tomb seemed as though it had remained ancient, without crumbling. Bane walked to the entrance. An enormous stone slab blocked his path. He slowly pressed his hand against it. In an instant, he threw his head back as a sharp, piercing screech deafened him.
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Crim
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I see what you're doing... stop please
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Post by Crim on Oct 7, 2009 23:37:58 GMT -5
Sven's head snapped up suddenly as a silent alarm he had set centuries ago was triggered. Someone had approached the tomb of Nar'Shada. Someone who still had life in them.
Not that this was a problem. Far From it. Sven had set the alarm because he had been curious to see if the tomb would remain untouched by the hands of mortal beings. And now a "mortal" being had approached the tomb.
Quickly changing his form to that of an old man, and picking up what appeared to be a gnarled black cane, Sven opened a small rift in time and space and stepped through, closing it behind him as he went.
He took a look at the being who had decided to come to this place.
A young man, by all appearances in his mid twenties, wrapped in a long black cloak with the hood pulled up around his head, and carrying a long sword. Sven saw more though. he saw the conflicting energies in the young male.
'A half-demon, half-vampire? Don't see those very often.' He thought to himself.
Then the young man placed his hand upon the tomb's entrance and a piercing screech hit him with all the force of an avalanche, and temporarily deafened him.
'Aaaaaahhh! THAT hurt!' was the only thought now running through Sven's mind as he leaned on his cane, watching through tear-blinded eyes the young man who stood not six meters distant.
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Bane
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Because none of us are as cruel as all of us.
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Post by Bane on Oct 10, 2009 14:43:55 GMT -5
A shallow exhale escaped Banes lips as he recovered from the screech. He stood erect, his cloak flowing in the wind as he thrust his hands against the slab once more. His eyes rolled back as he forced back the energy flowing into him.
The energy was weak, old, it was no match for him. As the stone slab cracked down the center, a rush of ice-cold air pierced Banes flesh. He slid his fingers into the crack, and with a roar, he pulled the slabs apart, knocking them on either side of him. The dust and sand thrown into the air enveloped him as he covered his face with his cloak.
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Crim
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I see what you're doing... stop please
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Post by Crim on Nov 1, 2009 20:12:55 GMT -5
With the screeching gone, Sven's eyes cleared immediately. So that was the way this youngster played huh? Brute force? Granted it works more often than it should, but couldn't he have shown some originality to his approach? Sven cleared his throat to get the young man's attention.
"What do the living seek in this place of death? What knowledge do you hope to gain, what riches you hope to find? Long has the dead rested in peace, why now do you disturb their rest?" He asked clearly and quietly once he was certain he had the boy's attention.
His reaction to these questions would determine Sven's next move, and Sven prayed silently that it would be a reasonable one.
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Bane
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Because none of us are as cruel as all of us.
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Post by Bane on Nov 6, 2009 12:27:31 GMT -5
As the dust cleared, Bane heard a voice. He turned slowly, trying to find where it was coming from.
This place is teaming with more life than you are led to believe. The time for resting has long passed. It is time to awaken those who sleep amongst the dead.
Bane tossed his hair to one side, waiting for a response.
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Crim
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I see what you're doing... stop please
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Post by Crim on Nov 10, 2009 6:00:08 GMT -5
Sven stepped forward as pace into the light, leaning upon his black walking stick, his soul-piercing silver eyes seeming to look right through the young man in front of him.
"I'd really rather you not do that. While it is true that many who live sleep amongst the dead within, they sleep for a reason. What right have you to disturb that rest?" He asked calmly, all the while taking the measure of the man before him. The youngster was dead. Yet he lived. One who crossed the boundaries of Life and Death, much like Sven himself.
This ought to be an interesting encounter.
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