Darkest Castle

Ooc: o.O Jesus, I really need to be more clearer than vague. My bad.

"Of course not. You're no lesser being, I can see." Vallyn replied. His amber eyes still locked the image of the Dark Lord in the amber crysallis, commiting it to memory. "Pardon my intrusion, but I just came here to take this castle away... Such marvelous work. Elven? Dwarven? Magic, perhaps?" Vallyn asked, sarcasm filling his voice, as if standing before the imfamous Dark Lord was a mere joke. Vallyn was entranced by the architecture, but his mind was clear and his eyes, their soft amber, now continued to harden over the Dark Lord's image, trapping it in a crystallis. Vallyn had not yet found a thing to keep him intrigued. Atleast, not at this very moment.

 

"I did it myself," the Dark Lord said.

 

Vallyn did not smirk, but kept his plotting in mind. "Perhaps, as a gracious host, you shall allow me to live here. After all, a Lord needs an advisor... And other things," Vallyn spoke formally, his emphasis. A Lord should always be cautious, no matter how powerful, for everyone is vulnerable, in slumber or in wake. The assassin stood there, his face still grim.

 

Your user name: Fayt-Harkwind
Name: Tatsumaki (means Tornado)
Age: 34
Job at home (farmer, banker solger ect): Black smith
Wepon (if any): Setsudanki (twin swords that can connect together to become a dual sword)
Powers (if any): can manipulate wing by using powerful yet fast body/weapon movements
Contry of orgin (you must have one): Wind followers (but he left due to the fact that he didn't like the religion).
Race (human, orcs, elves dark lord's creachers ect): Human
Aperance: a large bulky man at 6 ft he always wears a white bandana over his short brown hair and usually wears a black tank top with his old special forces jacket which is a very dark blue over his tank top (has it off when he's working). he also wears black trousers and huge black boots.
Bio/ history: He was once a solider of a mercenary group each with special powers of there own but he could not go to fight the dark lord with his comrades since he was in a coma from an accident in their latest mission. He blames himself for the loss of his friends and now keeps out of the public eye but he is now a black smith in his home town and keeps making weapons until he can make one to defeat the dark lord.
Other: his voice sounds like he's smoked way too many **** but he's never touched one.

 

"Go kil grand consulman Lux," the Dark Lord said.

 

"If only I am to have my home here, in order to serve you, Dark Lord." He spoke, wanting an official agreement. He gave a feigning bow to his soon-to-be Lord.

 

The Dark Lord sat on his thrown.

 

"Fine... I'll kill Lux... But have me a chamber ready, M'Lord." With that, he vanished.

 

OC: sorry I meant Kars

 

Ooc: Kars? x.x

 

Check the charater list

 

Vallyn appeared within the Light Republic manse, where Kars resided. He slowly walked towards the Master Chambers, taking advantage of the night, of the darkness and shadow it presented to him. He crept open the door, awaiting to see the leader, Kars, asleep.

OOC: Hit this one off on me, Xert, I wanna be amused :P

 

20 elves surounded Vallyn. They had been gaurding Kars.

 

"Only twenty?" He cooed, already having the head count. The drow-shade smirked. He stepped forward, already fully in the room, out of the circle. Shadowstep. He looked around for the lord of the manse.

 

Kars disapierd. The Other elves attacked vallyen.

 

With a sigh, the drow-shade went into his pouch of netherweave, producing six orbs in each hand. "Alchemist Fire," He whispered sardonically, tossing the explosive orbs at the elves. As the orbs flew, the drow-shade went in rapidly, drawing out both blades. He set to work. Darkness covered the room, his eyes darting to each one, already did he start thrusting each blade through their defense, fighting with his magical dark vision of his shade-innate.

 

OC: I barely under stood what just happend

The elves blocked his attack and began to fight back with attacks of there own.

 

Ooc: Sorry, I was in a rush. Had things to do...

Seeing their sluggish movements in the sheer darkness, no light, whatsoever, presentable, Vallyn began to parry aside their blades, killing them off. All twelve Alchemist Fires exploded, presenting a fiery force. Vallyn shadowstepped outside the room, hearing the terrible screams of the elves who just realized their cuts, the flaming agony of the deadly Alchemist Fires. He shadowstepped again, the force behind him already approaching fast. What seemed like minutes to the drow-shade were only seconds. After the force blew over the shadow-mist of his departure, Vallyn appeared in the throne room of the Dark Lord, his eyes glowing with intrigue, and somewhat of suspicion.

"Did you intend for me to die?" He asked, the shadows swirling around his body, his eyes peering into the godly figure's soul.

 

"Back so soon," the Dark Lord asked.

OC: okay lets get some rules strait long range teleportaion I don't like it. also your godmodding

 

Ooc: Sorry. Long range teleportation, I'll keep at a minimum (only used after a battle is ended, defeat or victory). I'll lighten up on the "avoiding dangerous things"... I knew I was doing something wrong. Just tell me what I do wrong and I'll fix it, unless I find something at fault with your reasoning... Otherwise, I'll straighten things up. This guy is completely new to me.

Vallyn shook his head "Did you intend for me to die by Kars's minions? I think you wanted me dead," he accused, intrigue behind the raging flames of his eyes. Vallyn raised a single hand. "What to do now, Dark Lord?" He asked, shadow tendrils releasing from his pores. He waited.