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Post by Varian on Nov 14, 2008 20:34:12 GMT -5
Telckla smiled to herself as she licked the blood from her lips, twisting the human's head idly in her hand until it issued a sickening crack and the maggot went limb. She tossed the lifeless husk aside, slamming it against the alley wall, breaking more bones in the frail frame. Her eyes raised to the remaining human women cowering next to a dumpster, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.
Maybe the two of them loved each other, they at least seemed close, holding hands and staying close as they walked. That would only make killing her all the sweeter, she was sick and tired of seeing love, the reminder of her reason for this little rampage. Maybe that man would realise what he was supposed to do, what they used to do.
Just thinking about him made her blood boil, her human hand shifting into the barbed tentacles of her demon form. The swirling mass trailed slowly forward, twisting around in the air. She was going to make sure this one begged her for death before she harvested her.
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Post by Foxxling on Oct 12, 2009 12:51:01 GMT -5
((You're brilliant btw))
Aminna stands immersed in shadows, Her albino hair is covered by a black hood, her battle dress sways around her ankles. Nest to her Vincent stands, his normally soft blue fur is midnight black. He looks up at his mistress, singing in her mind about how horrible this Telckla Harundal is. Also what she's been doing the past few moments with the humans. Aminna tells Vincent to fetch Mithandr and squares her shoulders, allowing the arcane forces inside her to well up inside her before stepping out of her hiding place. "Hello... you must be Telckla." She says with a frown.
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Post by Varian on Oct 14, 2009 17:27:20 GMT -5
It wasn't hard for Telckla to sense the build up of arcane energy nearby, and of course hearing the voice speak her name was evidence enough she'd been found out.
"So much for enjoying this one." She spoke aloud with a shrug of her shoulders, a moment passing before the bladed tentacles shooting forward, impaling the young woman she'd been toying with to the wall in several places. Blood ran down the wall in streams, the body twitching twice before slumping lifelessly with only a chocked gargle courtesy of the blade lodged through her throat.
"I suggest you don't waste my time witch, otherwise I'll be tasting you soon enough." The half morphed harundal finally turns her head to face the intruder, sizing her up with a few glances over. If this witch knew what a harundal was she was either stupid, foolish, or more powerful than she appeared. Even without her full power a witch was a trivial obstacle for the demon.
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Post by Foxxling on Oct 15, 2009 8:22:26 GMT -5
[She's fast] Aminna thinks as the Harundal kill the woman [I'll have to do something about those arm/tentacle things.] The sad thing is that she knows for a fact that, had it not been for her saving and raising him Mithandr would be like this. Cold, homicidal and destructive without reason. What a pity.
This WAS supposed to be a reconnaissance mission but it looks like she'll have to deal with the demon sooner rather than later. She should stall until Mithandr arrives with Vincent... like this Telckla creature will allow her to do any such thing. Besides, the Ice dragon isn't here... yet, so it'll be good to get this over with, assuming she isn't killed.
"Why can't things just be easy?" Aminna mutters to herself as she releases a small portion of the mystic energy. Using the Rites of Aalorana she creates illusions of herself and trades places with one to throw the Harundal off. She doesn't think it'll confuse the Harundal for long but Vincent isn't used to opening portals so he'll be taking longer than necessary to bring Mithandr.
"Telckla." She makes one of the illusions of herself say, "Be warned, you've brought the wrath Aminna Lethifold, the living shroud and black witch of the rising sun, down upon you. Give yourself up and i'll silence your squirming mass of limbs quickly."
With that she releases power sealed in the sword at her hip. Her sword, Arapesh, has the ability to warp her mystic energy and disperse it into the atmosphere, flooding the entire ally with the presence of her arcane energy in order to better hide herself amongst her illusions. This technique, known as Boiling Storm, also allows her to cast more powerful spells since her personal magic is filling the air.
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Post by Varian on Oct 21, 2009 7:06:13 GMT -5
"I could recount to you a good number of names, a good number of witches who have tried to be heroes little girl." Telckla responded, pulling herself to her feet. The writhing mass of tentacles pulling themselves from the now dead woman's body and retracting to a more arm like length.
"Not a bad start on your part, though trying to hide will only make your death more drawn out." She continues, her other arm shifting as well into yet more dangerously bladed tentacles. There was more than one way to sniff out a hidden rat and the more direct ways always seemed to offer the best results.
"Though I am intrigued as to how you know my name, maybe I'll just torture you until you tell me all your dirty little secrets hmm? If you're lucky I'll end you after that, though I might just leave you a broken mess for the crows to pick at." She casts her eyes over the images of her opponent, giving each a good look over, quite happy to see that none were instantly standing out. This might just prove to be an interesting distraction after all.
"I should warn you though girl..." She smirks, white feathered wings sprouting from her back as she raises one mass of tentacles. Her wings take on a light glow, expanding her own magic power a little. With a flick of her tentacles she sent a bolt of energy through one of the shapes of the witch, not picking any one in particular.
"Unlike my kin I have something of an affinity for the magical myself."
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Post by Foxxling on Oct 24, 2009 1:45:41 GMT -5
[Aw Sh**] Aminna mentally snaps as a not-too-shabby bit of magic passes through her illusion [Life just can't be easy] "Shhhh" gently slides through Aminna's lips in an unconscious attempt to quiet her own silently complaining mind. She prepares the spell, drawing on a small portion of the warped energy Arapesh has thrown into the air, and releases the metaphysical "chains" inside her that bind the dark element. The Rites of Fallyn, dark magic bound to restraints of power that takes two elemental forms. Aminna and her illusions begin a low murmur of chanting. Diluted dark magic that cackles and burns forms inside her body. Streams of ethereal force convulse and break, a fire as black as the void between the stars erupts into existence just beneath the Harundal's feet.
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Post by Varian on Nov 14, 2009 12:06:36 GMT -5
The winged demon could probably have tried to stop whatever the witch was building up to, after all it wasn't hard for her to sense the magical energy welling up around her. She was curious to see how much power this one had, all the other witches had been such a let down. She curled her wings around her form, jumping backwards just as she felt the energy centre at her feet.
"Dark magic against a demon?" She chuckles as the lets those darkened wings fold back behind her. "Surprising power for a witch but magic can only do so much for you." With that the demon lunged forward, her arms shifting into those masses of bladed tendrils. The advantage of having so many limbs was that it became very easy to take out a lot of fake images in one decisive strike.
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Post by Foxxling on Nov 18, 2009 13:24:23 GMT -5
The multitude of tentacles shoot out and Aminna curses her bad luck. Drawing once again on the energy around her and not her own she uses Kayastraya's dark art, teleprotation.
(She senses magic... most magic using demons have memorized a spell here and there. This can't get any worse) Aminna thinks as she appears behind the winged Harundal. She feels Vincent's mind tinkling against her own. He's anxious because he doesn't know where Mithandr is. "Sh*t." Aminna snaps, releasing magic from within for the first time since Arapesh. Darkness surrounds her body like a deadly mist of black ribbons. Her flames are already released so she forms black flames from several ribbons of velvet darkness and throws the dark conflagration at the demon, readying herself to release the mental chain like restraint holding the tainted lightning form of her darkness as Vincent helplessly wines in her ear.
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Post by Varian on Dec 14, 2009 19:36:18 GMT -5
(Long over due reply is overdue)
The Harundel wasn't about to give the witch a clean shot of course, the next burst of magic causing her to leap into the air, her superhuman strength getting her a good ways off the ground. A hard flap of those feathered wings sent her to the right up against one of the walls of the alleyway.
"Hmm so you can move as well, not bad, far better than those that belong to the coven anyway. I think you know it's futile though, if I didn't smell that irritating human nearby I might have to wonder why you were stalling me." She grins waving those bladed appendages of hers. "So I wonder if I should present him your head or let him watch me strangle the last breath from your body, what do you think he'd like best?"
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Post by Foxxling on Jan 11, 2010 13:45:52 GMT -5
Aminna smiles. At first she thinks the creature is sensing Vincent's magic sending his thoughts to herself... then she realizes Vale is on his way...
-i really should've had Vincent go get him instead of Mithandr... where is that red monkey and what is he doing?-
For a moment she dares to hope before cursing herself for using Enton, the dark fire spell. The black fire she had made erupt beneath the demon's feet was no easy spell. Had it made contact it would have consumed the creature's mind, body and soul. Her Enton, or blaze, took enough energy to send her to her knees, gasping for breath.
[Good thing i used most of the energy in Arapesh's boiling storm. My fatigue would've gotten me killed if i'd have cast the spell without it] she thinks [but that's what i get for panicking, if i'd just felt her out a bit i wouldn't have had to use up most of boiling storm like that. I need a better way to test her skills] Quick as a whip Aminna forms a plan
"Dilly dally silly shally." Aminna Lethifold says in a sing-song voice. She scrunches her lips together. She readies herself for the inevitable attack by using Kayastraya's protective arts. Using the remaining energy from boiling storm she forms ribbons of naked force in the air, while using the mythic technique known as "layring" to construct a paper thin barrier around her body strong enough to protect her from an avalanche.
She's not taking chances. She's not waiting for Vincent and Mithandr. She's not even waiting for Vale, not now when she knows one wrong move can cost her her life. Now it's time this demon learned why they call her the living shroud.
"What is it about you pathetic creatures?" She says, using the fact that most witches (unlike her) are prejudiced to try to provoke the demon, "Why can't you just stay in hell, where you belong?"
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Post by Varian on Feb 21, 2010 19:31:31 GMT -5
"Sometimes we just like company, don't worry, I'll be dragging your soul there right after I let you watch me gut you and that blasted hunter." The demon frowns, her wings pulling back down to the sides of her body. There was a slight annoyance to her tone, though not perhaps outright anger.
With a quick flick of her wrist she sent her bladed appendages flying forward once more, the blades fanning out to cover a fair length of the alleyway as they headed towards the witch. Play time was over, it was time to make sure this one knew exactly why witches didn't mess with demons. a moment after the first salvo she let go of the wall, dropping back to the alley with a flap of her wings, shooting out her other arms worth of tentacles vertically. Creating a cross shape of poisoned blades down the alleyway towards the witch.
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Post by Foxxling on Feb 26, 2010 19:53:55 GMT -5
-Well... Not the blind attack i had in mind but it'll have to do- Aminna thinks -God i hope Vale gets here soon.-
The barrier she layers around her body is enough to survive four, maybe five direct hits but she doesn't want to take that chance. If this spell casting demon is using magic then a single tendril would be able to destroy her shield. If it can sense magic then maybe it can hide its own. Demons tend to be tricky like that.
Aminna faces the wall of flesh and whispers, "Entwine." Half the ribbons of naked force in the air become as thorns, inserting themselves into the dual masses of flesh rushing towards her. The field of kinetic force around her own body jumps forward, The shield turning itself inside out to wrap around the demonic limbs and force them to halt.
Then, in accordance with her plan, she vanishes and appears behind the creature with her sword drawn. -God i hope she can't transform anything else-
"I am Aminna Lethifold, youngest Kayastraya and living shroud." She says, calmly holding her sword to her side. She's mad at herself. Arrogance had caused her to go toe to toe with this demon. She should have played to her strengths and used the techniques that earned her her names. She hadn't and now her exhaustion was was showing itself to the eyes of the demon.
"There's a reason i fear no demon." Huff puff, "Three sacred arts of darkness have i mastered, you are no match for me. Now." She raises Arapesh, her sword, and wraps black fire around the blade while pumping an electric current through the mystic metal, "Return to hell." and she slashes downward though the combination of mystic energies cause a sharp pain to appear in her ribs. She howls soundlessly as she forces her limbs to bring the sword down with the remainder of her strength.
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Post by Varian on Jun 13, 2010 13:32:11 GMT -5
(ahahah super late reply is super late)
Telckla smiled as she saw her blades stopped by the witches magic. So she had some power then, that was nice to know. Still it wasn't about to be the end of her if she had anything to say about it.
"You talk too much." She muttered as the witch appeared behind her, probably thinking she was restricted by her magic holding her tendrils. With a quick bit of twisting on her part she shifted the blades on her tendrils around, carving them through the tendrils that had been captured by the magic. Quickly shaving a few inches from all the restricted tendrils with barely a wince.
"Usin" She whispered quickly, feeling the build up of magic behind her, twisting her body as she was enveloped in light. The spell wasn't quite quick enough though, The blade slicing a good way into one of her wings before she winks out of existence for a moment, only to reappear at the other end of the alleyway.
There was a fair amount of blood dripping from her wounds, self inflicted or otherwise. Her right wing hanging limply at her side. Even so she managed to grin, pulling her tendrils back to herself.
"Not bad... but I think you're near your limit. A shame that-"
Her words were cut off by the crack of gunfire, her body twisting as she threw up her tendrils to block most of the force of the shots in the mass of flesh.
"Aminna! Are you okay?" Vale's voice sounded from behind her as he ran down the alley to meet her, holstering his pistol and instead drawing his twin sided blade now.
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Post by Foxxling on Jun 21, 2010 20:21:54 GMT -5
Aminna shudders as the wave of the effects of the side effects of over-usage clash down upon her. Fallyn, Aalorana and kayastraya all shared the same basic techniques, elemental constructs and the same consequences. On a ritualized area of her back the three magics are layered into an array that was meant for quick, emergency usage. By pumping energy through the arrays one could cast spells more rapidly at the expense of power or use it to temporarily bolster ones regular spells. After forcing out the last dregs of her own energy from her body this thrice layered array began to shift, the energy used to hold it gone so, like a dam bursting, it was flooding her body. If she stayed in this state too long the array's damage would cause her back to cut itself open but, at this moment, it was merely making itself known as muscle pain. She took a shaky, agitated step forward.
It was that moment when Vincent appeared at her side, alone.
"Yes demon, my limit has been reached." she looks to Vale and Vincent, "But you've more than a single enemy." Vincent's fur is on end. He lays his life between his mistress and the world. Ally or foe, none will be able to approach her without going through him.
Aminna looks to Vale, limbs heaving, and suppresses the urge to fall onto Vincent's shoulders and command that he take her home, "I've been better." She says, answering his question and using the energy she stored in Vincent's kidneys to stop the burning sword of the array from causing her to cry out.
"I've gotten too used to relying on Mithandr."
She squares her shoulders. She's till exhausted but without the burden of the pain she can put on a quick show. No doubt the demon felt the magic flowing from Vincent to herself. She only prayed it mistook her current power for a threat and didn't know of it's true purpose, keeping her whole.
"There was a time when i could go toe to toe with a full demon and not worry about my life. I'll have to get to Claudius's library and brush up on my technique after we kill you."
She only hoped that the creature actually considered Vale a threat. She'd jumped the gun because of the threat of the ice dragon. Since it wasn't present she thought this would be easy. She'd forgotten the first rule she learned at the coven: Don't underestimate a demon. A mistake she wouldn't make again.
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