Fable of Twilight

The undead around him were repelled by his light spell. He smirked. The undead lower than a Banshee rank were not smart.

 

A terrific roar was let out as large foot steps approached the fighters, it was a undead dragon it breathed a toxic gas as it moved slowly towards Sessamaru

 

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.

 

The dragon blew his poison breath towards Rey and Sessamaru as he came close

 

The dragon yelled in pain then grabbed the Pasa sword with it's teeth

 

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.

 

The dragon collapced releasing his grip of the pasa sword and intantly rotted as it died

 

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.

 

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, 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.

 

"Were you orphaned?" He asked, painful memories striking him. He held back the tears. He awaited the drawbridge to drop.

 

Sessamaru nodded, his eyes darting to the left. He shook slightly.

 

The door bridge slowly drops and the sound of rushing enemies could be heard as a army of Skeleton warriors approached

 

Sessamaru stood where he was, not attempting to fight. The Omnis, the eyes of the Forgotten race, focused on the skeletal warriors. He waited.

 

at the back of the skeletons there where 3 banshee one with a spear one with a sword and one with and axe all armoured and had shields

 

"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.

 

a large door lay before them the sound of talking was present

 

The assassin stepped through the door, his eyes shining brightly. "Vagarath!" He cried, black tendrils escaping his shadow like an aura.

 

Vagarath sat at the end of the seemingly endless hall and clapped his hands, "excellent now for one last challenge" the remaining banshee appeared except something was different they seemed to be stronger than all his previous creatures combined

OOC: theres only 10 banshee

 

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..."