Is it too late to join? Played By: Sessamaru Name: Vallyn Desp'Ana Appearance: Age: 68 Gender: Male Species: Drow (Dark Elf)/Shade Powers: Inpenetrable Globe of Darkness, Faerie Fire, Shadowstep, and magical knowledge. Weapons: Two enchanted rapiers, Mournagh and Zilvinidia; Long elven bow, three quivers of shadow arrows. Side: Lawful Evil Anything Else: Vallyn Desp'Ana, as honourable as a knight and as evil as corrupted kings, seeks the one person who used him as a puppet. He seeks a wizard of great power... He seeks his brother.
Ooc: No, Tularim has been busy. He doesn't have time to make post after post.
ooc: Actually, these ideas for the Forgotten race is 5 years old ^^' Sessamaru was farther away now, near a landmark. The plains he walked were of black grass, all due to etheral fire, and the large God-Monument, Aether, stood tall in its obsidian glory. The god was visible, even though it was naturally made. Rough, but perfect, the monument gleamed under the blue sun, its power great. Sessamaru rested against it, his head towards the velvet sky. He was weaponless. He was defensless, save for his magic.
The green eyed albino, subconsciously, clenched Lumia, the crystal sword. The light that emitted from it, hidden by its scabbard, gave him some control of himself. He stopped. He gasped, as if he held his breath for minutes, maybe hours! He fell to his bum, then to his back, breathing harshly. His face was blocked by his white mane. "No more... Stop..."
Ooc: Another secret unlocked :O Weapon Forging! Forgotten Innate ability :P Sessamaru rested against a tree, tending to his wound. He travelled far, and farther still he needed to go. He stared at his two swords. Aurabane and Midnight. He threw the swords, the black greatsword forming into black vapour as it struck a tree. Sessamaru left the wood, the shadow katana fusing with Midnight, adding its power and knowledge. Forgotten weapons never lasted long without a wielder. Sessamaru faded from the dark forest...
Sessamaru let Frostmourne rust on the dust road. The blade was too foul for him to touch now... The blade disgusted him. He vanished into the wood, forever being non-existant.
Ooc: Got it. As Sessamaru left the broken castle, its magical construction built by the Death Knight, Sessamaru remembered Frostmourne. The blade was lost forever within the ruins of the castle. Sessamaru rested, awaiting to go by...
OOC: lol, yea. (It's up to you if you want him dead)
Ooc: They can when gods exact the rites to do so... I read too many books XD Sessamaru plunged Frostmourne into Vagarath's chest, his eyes a pale green. The lights in his own eyes were nonexistant. He left the ice blade in the Death's Knight chest, walking out of the castle as it began to rumble. He staggered, but lived. Sessamaru grew weaker and weaker, his own wound not yet healed.
Sessamaru fell to his knees, tears of blood running down his fce. He was exhausted, his mind was weak. He killed many before... Oh so many. Why couldn't he kill this Death Knight? He couldn't move.
Sessamaru finished the incantation, standing still with his calf bleeding. He wavered. He could not cast a healing spell, for the reversal spell drained him. He still stood, standing strong.
Ooc: Accepted ^^
Sessamaru walked, his body swaggering as he did so. His vision was blurred. The green-eyed albino continued towards the Heart of the world, where the Fable Stone rested. His body was moving on its own accord.
Sessamaru fell, then turned. "You do lose..." He whispered, already chanting a reversal spell. He released the dagger from his leg whilst chanting, dropping his swords into their respectful scabbards. He drew runes in the air, magical flames tracing where his fingers drew the runes.
Finally, available with an opening, Sessamaru spun the katanas, slapping the broadsword to the side with his full strength. He crouched and spun, swinging the blades to hit the back of Vagarath's knees.
Sessamaru matched his speed, dodging and parrying, unable to strike, but keeping his openings closed. He could not find any openings at this current moment... But he kept his defense perfect for the most part.
The Black Swords spoke to Sessamaru, images of lightning of crimson and images of devils. He heard them speak secrets. He awakened, screaming. The unformed blades rested so far away. North, South, East, West, North-East, North-West, South-East, South-West, and the Heart. The images of the Fable Stones and their dying screams haunted him. He calmed down. "No... Not another..."
Ooc: Fierce Deity!!! XD Bic: Sessamaru chuckled at Rey's comment. He drew his two katanas. "Show me what you can do," He muttered, prepared for the Death Knight's strike.
Sessamaru stood there, not amused. He casted a Silence spell upon the banshees, keeping their keen at a pause and their spell casting banished. "Coward..."
The unconscious Forgotten began to dream... His body was shrouded with shadow.
