The assassin stepped through the door, his eyes shining brightly. "Vagarath!" He cried, black tendrils escaping his shadow like an aura.
"Oarum tekka vua..." he muttered, his chant continuing until a gust of wind knocked the undead into the moat. He walked across the bridge, into the castle.
Sessamaru stood where he was, not attempting to fight. The Omnis, the eyes of the Forgotten race, focused on the skeletal warriors. He waited.
Alright... Well, let's get started then. Dhar'khome, the World of Dark Rebirth, shone in a brilliance, its purple sun and red sky were alit. The tone was different, the grass was pure white, the trees black and the leaves always changed colours. The dark world continued to shimmer, it was depressing and slightly beautiful. A black elipsis(sp?) arose, its shadowstuff striking out everywhere harmlessly. Sessamaru stepped out, haggard and worn. He fell as the portal disappeared.
Sessamaru nodded, his eyes darting to the left. He shook slightly.
You do know that this is medievel times, right? :P True :/
You're in :P You surprised me with that good guy XD
"Were you orphaned?" He asked, painful memories striking him. He held back the tears. He awaited the drawbridge to drop.
cool. that one's in.
Sessamaru, for the first time, took note of Rey. "You, too, are Forgotten?" He asked, his voice soft. He noticed that Rey was Forgotten, for he had purple lips and lids, the skin fair, and the eyes shined, the pupils non-existant.
The filtering mask did not fade. In fact, it siphoned the sickness within him, turning it into pure oxygen. He did not have to worry about coughing up his lifeblood. He approached the castle, awaiting the drawbridge to drop. "Hail, Vagarath!"
Sessamaru walked out of the wood, slinging the giant greatsword over his shoulder and into the sling upon his back. The assassin was fueled with energy.
Unaffected by the poison, the assassin slid beneath the dragon, plunging the sword into its gut. The sword began to suck out the necro-lifeforce from the undead creature, filling Sessamaru with more strength and vitality.
Hm... Sure, the more characters the better. lol, sorry, Sora117 :P
You're in. By the way, Primary Area of Magic just means the type of magic you primarily use. The rest is unimportant. Like the Devil, by the way ^^ Death knights, by nature, are evil. They're just reborn that way. They hate and are always sad. Thus the reason for them being evil. :/
lol, sure... But you do know you chose an evil race, right?
Sessamaru ignored Rey, and the sythiir, the abysmal substance that stuck to his flesh, made a filtering mask about his face, covering his neck up to the bridge of his nose. He truly did look like an assassin. "Dead..." He whispered, the greatsword upon his back glowing an ominous purple. He glided past Rey, the greatsword aiming for the dragon's underbelly. Its vulnerable spot.
You're in.
The undead around him were repelled by his light spell. He smirked. The undead lower than a Banshee rank were not smart.
"Lumen..." He whispered, his body radiating with light. A lesser spell. The light banished the undead, his eyesight seeing in a star-lit spectrum. He could not see his body radiate with light, but the spell was only meant to ward off the undead when they draw closer. He walked casually, his hand upon the large soul-stealing greatsword.
