Ragnarok

Uramasses turned his blindfolded eyes to Cina, acknowledging him. "Why are you here in this old, forsaken wood? The High Elves have long been extinct." Asked the old man, his smile apparant through his long, thick white beard. "The Shadows will be coming around midnight, by the wind's saying."

 

"I am simply here to return a bit of life to this forest. I am a travler you see, and whilst travling, I heard of this place. It appears to have a stench of death among it, and so I decided that perhaps I might be able to help is all. Nothing more" cina had answered, examining the new comers. Certainly an odd bunch he thought to himself

 

"What seed is that, may he ask?" Uramasses asked, smelling the seeds faint aroma. His head tilted upwards, seeing the blue flaming ball of darkness continue its slow descent, the halo of clouds still visible, even in the moonlight. Shadows... he thought, feeling the darkness creep closer to him.

Ooc: I might summon some shadows sometime before we leave the forest. I want to see how long I can pull this off.

 

"It is a special, sacred seed, which is actually quite rare in most parts. It is a seed which is meant to bloom into a blue rose" Cina said to him, as he finished putting the soul over it. "You might say that it is very unique compared to most roses"

ooc: k

 

The blind beggar smiled. "So beautiful, but soon about to die by an entity of Destruction and Darkness... Eternal Darkness..." he rasped, covering his mouth as he coughed, blood spewing from between his fingers.

 

"What is that supposed to mean?" Cina asked, his tone deeper, not liking the way that the new stranger had put it

 

"Stare up to the heavens and see the Halo Cloud of His coming..." Asked the blind beggar, raising a finger to the sky above.

 

Blade looked up

 

Cina looked upward, to see the halo in the sky. "Yes, I've noticed. Isn't it some kind of a natural event?" he asked.

 

"No... It's a calamity that has been long imprisoned in its own coils by the Fabled Hero, Gilgamesh, and his Legendary Daetys Blade, Babylon. Long ago, this Grand God of Darkness has caused havoc and destruction upon the people of the Forgotten. Sorurobu Bureakeru I, Gilgamesh, has ended the tyranny of this god in combat. But, alas, the god who was imprisoned played a card of his own. Dimension Shift. A power spell requiring a large portion of lifeforce. Immortals have vast, limitless supply, but if used in such large doses, they are weak and can die. Their body regenerates such substances, but their body can hold up only enough for a mortal." He rasped, as if retelling a tell. "Ragnarok... Grand Daenon of destruction, chaos, suffering, and death..." Uramasses's voice was ever so grave, almost making him seen sane through an insane tale of mythology.

 

"And so then, your point being?" cina asked, not understanding what the point of the speech was

 

"When that comet hits this plane of existance... He'll be resurrected, and he'll rule this world... Unless we find suitable enough warriors to face this God..." He spoke, beating his sakobatou over Cina's head. "Do you not listen?! A god falling from the heavens, to be revived, trying to rule the world! How can you not get that?!" He continued beating the young man with the hilt of the sakobatou.

 

Cina quickly lifted his arm which had the leather on it, and as soon as the shilt hit, it was as if the pressure was absorbed into the leather. "I kindly would like to ask that you please do not resort to such means" he said to him politely

 

Another one... he thought, a smile forming on his lips. "Well, if you were listening, he wouldn't have to resort to beating it into your head!" cried the blind old beggar. He turned quickly, his tortoise shell-like hunch seemingly weighing the old man down. He walked towards the shrine. "This one wishes to pray in this shrine, please do not enter... Beware of the shadows..."

 

Blade was leaning on a tree with his eyes closed

 

"I shall respect your wishes. I myself would enjoy being able to pray within the temple once you are done though" he said as he sat down near the plant which he had planted

 

The old beggar fell to his knees, breathing heavily. "How long has it been... Shadowbane? Lumia?" ask Uramasses, his blindfolded eyes gazing at the two schamshirs that clung to the wall behind the altar. On top of the altar was a large black mass, lying down like a body was inside it. It was empty. Atop the chest of the leather armour was a huge black crystal. "Must this one break his vows to not kill?" He reached for his face, his voice so much younger...

Shadows appeared outside the shrine, dancing their languid dance.Their crouching, featureless figures moved towards Aveum, Blade, and Cina, preparing to attack them. One Shadow, in particular, stood still, its red cloaked figure awaiting for the old one to leave the shrine, the darkness within the cowl hiding its face.

 

"Ah yes, I think I have encountered these ones before" Cina muttered, recognizing the shadows. He had been in a fight with their kind before, and he had had much trouble the last encounter which he had with them. "What the hell are these things" he muttered to himself, watching their odd dance

 

"them again" Blade mummbled

 

Slowly, Sessamaru removed the magical mask that disguised him as Uramasses, the mysterious blind beggar. He stood up straight, removing the pack off his back. The pack, huge, dropped down with a clank. "Seven long aeons... And finally, it has come... Ragnarok." Spoke Sessamaru, his voice musical and harmonious. He removed the tattered rags as he sat the mask down on the pack, it's plan, angular ivory beautiful, and yet... dull. He placed the black leather armour on, which seem to come alive, lovingly caressing his slender, muscular build. The blindfold was still on, but he ignored it. The black crystal became a sanguine liquid, melding with his armour. A mask arose from the neck and covered his lower face, while two schamshir scabbards appeared on his hips. A black dagger protruded from the right boot, its obsidian makeup beautiful. His long white hair and snow white skin radiated in the darkness. Sessamaru grabbed the schamshirs, placing them in their rightful scabbards. He placed the rags back on, along with the abnormally heavy pack, making him hunch over, and placed on the plain ivory mask. He looked like Uramasses again, and began his ascent, his sakobatou used as a cane.

The Shadows attacked without warning, their languid dance effect. The Shadow behind them, wearing a red cloak, was a higher level than the Minions, for this one truly had a form. A form of... Who? Its red folds fluttered as the black fur trims around the cowl whistled an eerie tune. On its hips were two obsidian schamshir.