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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/24/2016 8:04:26 PM
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A singular man walked out in the distance in a vast, open landscape dominated by the massive construction known only as the Dojo.
He wore ancient blue and red robes with a heavy hood. Thick furs lined the garment as well as covered up a series of starch white plates of metal. Complex spells and runes were all over the robes.
Around his waist was a sword. Heavy and short, accompanied on a belt by a small pouch. Inside small metal punches with the same runes were written on them.
On his back was a small bag, full of the items of a wanderer. A compass, map, guide, journal, and randomly assorted tools were found in it.
Slung opposite of the bag was a rifle, sleek and simple. It resembled a modified M1 but had more of the same runes along the barrel. A small pouch next to another firearm, an M1911, was opposite on the belt to the sword.
The figure was clearly tired and approached the heavily fortified but seemingly unmanned gate. He struck hard on it with the simple staff he was carrying a few times. The resounding echo was almost deafening. Then he waited.
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[b]Nora's armor steams slightly but she seems unaffected. She throws several blue fireballs and you[/b]
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The fireballs seemed to splash against his robes. They were slightly darkened but still intact. "[i]chélie laguz[/i]" Four punches glowed as moisture was pulled from the air, plants, and ground and stuck to Nora's armor. More flowed towards Nora and began to form a sphere around her.
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[b]Nora bursts into flames, cutting through the earth and she starts making hand motions [/b] "BIMOM" [b]A gust of air blows you back [/b]
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Stian slid back and rolled backwards to regain his footing. He held his sword in front of him like a cross and spoke. "[i]tá ifreann ithe agat[/i]" The ground around Nora peeled upwards and wrapped around in a sphere, trapping her inside. He immediately began to chant a series of phrases over and over. "[i]an solas. An dorchadas. De na seacht réalta. An solas. An dorchadas. De na seacht réalta. An solas...[/i]"
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[b]You hear the woman say something within the sphere as the rock cracks [/b]
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Stian continues to chant louder with each repeated phrase. Soon enough, the effects were beginning to take shape. The once bright and sunny day in which they had begun now started to become overcast with thick, black clouds. The air became stagnant and dry while the grass started to wither first to a light brown, then to black. The ground began to crack as well as the soil turning to sand. The more Stian chanted, the more these effects spread.
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[b]The sphere explodes outward, Nora chanting as she exits The ground Around her sprouts, and a sunlight washes over her despite the clouds [/b]
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Stian stopped chanting and spoke again. "[i]a chur saol agas é a seal chun báis[/i]" All the darkness that had spread seemed to swell in front of him. The effects did not disappear, however. The negative energy compressed and swelled into a small place directly in front of Stian, the effects were so serious in this dead space, the area was void of any air, earth, or life. Stian released this shot directly towards Nora.
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[b]Nora absorbed her own essence, this one full of life and good [/b]
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The shot was slow but precise. Stian was feeling drowsy after the fact but he ignored it. He threw out a few more punches, bringing the count to 15. One of them glowed the same bright blue, but it felt much more negative. The color was the same but the energy was much darker. "[i]tarraingt ó chroí dubh na diabhail[/i]" The shot of darkness flung forward and contacted with Nora.
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[b]The essence she had created. Clashes with the darkness creating a large explosion that sends us back [/b]
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Stian makes solid contact with the thick trunk of a tree. But, thanks to the spell he had cast before, it was dry and shriveled so it snapped upon contact. He was groaning as he pulled himself up. "That one hurt. I'm far too old to be flung around like this." He was actually only 29 but tended to complain anyway.
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[b]Nora stumbles out of the wall, where a small crack has appeared. She falls to one knee [armory][/armory][/b] "You're telling me."
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"If you feel it's a good idea to continue I will oblige but..." Stian gestured around at the burned, overgrown, and dead plant life as well as the random patches of dead and burned grass. "It may be in our best interest not to cause much more devastation to the local area of any people are around"
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[b]Nora places a hand on the ground, the dead coming to life [/b] "I agree."
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[spoiler]do you mean the plants? Or people? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Plants [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]okay good[/spoiler] "How noble. Dabbling in the magic of life, are we?" Stian twirled his sword and sheathed it. At the same time, the metal punches around him lined up and flew back into the pouch at his waist. "Dangerous games, one wrong move and you'll create horrible abominations with the wave of a hand"
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"I'm not dabbling with it. I just have this kind of ability."
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"A natural talent? Don't see too many of those. Born with it?"
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"I don't know."
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Stian dusted himself off any straightened his robes. Aside from a few scratches along the back, he was completely unharmed. "In any case, your counters were amazing. Best I've seen in quite some time"
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"Thank you. You were quite the fighter."
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"Bah. Not if I couldn't get through that defense." Stian rubs his eyes and stretches. His grunts and generally complains about his age again. "Did I gain entry to a warm bed? I could use a little rest"
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"Feel free to come in. But to stay, I'll have to speak with the lieutenants
