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Post by Veran on Apr 14, 2005 2:04:37 GMT
In the night lights of the O so cold world of Rhen var, a single being stands, living into the frost of the planet for he may be the only one capable of surviving in such conditions of temperature and climate. It is understandable afterall, he has lived here for... Quite some time now, and like he has did ever since he woke up into the icy plains of this planet, he continues to study the ancient arts of the force, still inscribed in the cold walls of the citadel of old... Standing in this very place since the begining of time and dimension.
Well fiting with the nightly atmosphere, a dark aura of tromendous power echoes across the entire system and flows through the force beyond the limits of knowledge... Such thing can be felt because in this isolated place of the universe, there is no need to harm anyone, or anything but the knowledge that resides here...
With only the cold wind to break the silence, the Deadly Shadow continues its lectures of the teachings of Rhen var...
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 2:13:18 GMT
*Blade stands atop an icy mountain top, looking out over the frosty planet. he feels a dark aura, growing stronger, blade raises his hood and dashes towards the location of the dark aura at blinding speed. he sees the figure of the dark aura, a person, standing alone in the frosty grounds of the citadel. Blade nears the figure. then he stops and uses the force to help conceil his presence, not completly but unnoticeably. as he stands he watches the man running his hand over the inscripted walls*
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Post by Veran on Apr 14, 2005 2:26:43 GMT
The Shadow continue to walk along the inscriptions, marked with many ancient runes from which even the most updated translator would not find in his memory bank, for it is far too complex to be actualy read... Blade realises this and wonders how the dark figure can do understand them. It is then that he sees the small, faint glow under the person's hand as he brushes it over the runes, letting the knowledge of the ones who inscribed them be directly flown into his mind, and soul...
It continues to 'read' the runes along the wall, which turns into a corner, unfortunatly forcing Blade to move nearer this person to see what he is trying to accomplish with such dark power surging through its aura. As silently as a specter, Blade walks crouched towards the direction the shadowy figure used.
To his disbeleivement, as soon as he turns around the corner, he finds himself aimed at, by quite an impressive firearm, undoubtebly forged by one crafted in the arts of the Assyrian and Dematri forgery, though such details were quite irrelevent at the moment, for he probably had the most intense rush of adrenaline in his life to such a jump from being detected while he took all the measures he could possibly do to remain unseen!
"I do beleive it would be nice of you to present yourself before sneaking into my studies... Mancer."
The words were pronouced so fluidly and into such cold tone, that the temperature of the place he stood in seemed like the desertic dunes of Tatooine compared to the colness of these words. Such as the words made a chill run throughout his spine while the cold itself, could not...
Into the shadows of night, the face of the individual remained clouded by darkness due to the opposing light the moon created behind it, only his white, silvery hair dancing into the frost breeze could be seen as a trait of this enigmatic person...
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 2:34:55 GMT
*Realising tht he had been detented even with all of his attempts to remain unseen. he regains his composer and speaks to Ranka, feeling the dark aura here more powerfull than that of one the he felt in a long time.*
"Im sorry, i was headed to the acient citadel, to learn more of its knowladge, yet the last time i came to this place, my translator could not decypher the inscription.. since then i have gained more traning and knowladge and i have return to attempt to learn from this place. Such as you are now."
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Post by Veran on Apr 14, 2005 2:42:33 GMT
Ranka lowers his weapon and holster it slowly and turns in an similar manner, simply looking at the runes, without actualy wanting to read them, simply admire their artistic value as pure master works of art and technique...
"I do not wish to restraint you from gaining any knowledge, Mancer... Though in three millenia I have hardly discovered more then I did in the first decade I spent here." He pauses and signs quietly, almost in a whisper, softly being carried into the breeze, itself not even strong enough to make his coat flap. "Though, knowledge isn't shown in only one manner... I may let you examine some things I have found. Before I do though, may I ask your name?"
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 2:45:16 GMT
"My name is Damien Nightblade, or Blade. wichever you prefer"
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 2:54:14 GMT
G2G
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Post by Veran on Apr 14, 2005 23:06:18 GMT
Ranka's expression, even though it remains perfectly coherant with the current atmosphere, had a vague welcoming appearence into it, giving some warmth to the rather cold welcome he received...
"Well Blade, you can call me... Ranka."
The Dematri had loosen its attention towards the inscriptions and signed Blade to follow him as he walked among a very opened path within one of the ruined, yet still standing halls of the ancient monuments, taking turns at what seemed to be every corner which they saw. The path was so confusing yet the one that Blade followed seemed to know it like his own self, and without actualy realising it, they had gone down the cliif which he now saw behind him, as an endless, gigantic pillar going above what was visible from the sky's...
Even though it was certain many predators inhabited this planet, none seemed to dare approach the team of force users... Actualy, Blade simply knew it wasn't 'them' that they were avoiding, but Ranka. Did his presence have such an affect on other beings lifes? After all the time Blade estimated Ranka to have spent in this rather, strange place he could make it as quite a plausible conclusion.
They soon arrived at a large entrance, itself that seemed to have been created by ice which would have mysteriously carved itself as a perfect cicle, the interior glowing with an intense, yet very dark blue light which reflected on the crystaline membrane of the ice... They entered...
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 23:15:54 GMT
*BLade follows Ranka closley, amazed at how his mere presense affected the animals as he passed them. he entered the ice cave and felt a strange yet strong feeling in the aura of the cave. he continues to follow Ranka as he proceeds further into the cave*
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Post by Veran on Apr 14, 2005 23:32:51 GMT
As each of their steps make a slightly greater echoe as they stumble across a stoned floor with heat coming into the cavern, which soons appears to be quite a luxurious residence, so does the echoe within the force of the artefacts, getting closer as they walk towards them...
Several statues and objects, artifacts of some vast ancient knowledge starts to show on various spots within the home, though by simply looking at Ranka's attention to them, he knew they only served a decorative purpose within his house.
It is then that Blade see's the door which will lead him to what he's been seeking ever since he stood upon these snowy grounds of the planet. without even asking a question which ran throughout his soul, Ranka awnsered as if he would have read his thoughts...
"You will only find what you wish to see... No more, no less. I shall wait here, take as much time as you want, my patience is eternal..."
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 23:40:24 GMT
*Blade looks at the door for a minuet, the back at Ranka. he nods. he walks slowly across the icy floor and open the door. the energy coming from it is extremely strong, like nothing he has felt before. he takes a breath breathing in the icy air. he takes one last glance back then he enters the room.*
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 14, 2005 23:42:01 GMT
*inside the room there are seven large pillars all in a cricular formation. in the floor is a carved mirrored image of the pillars he stands in the middle and takes a deep breath*
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 15, 2005 1:06:55 GMT
* Blade closes his eyes and reopens them he feels tronger in the force as they turn black. as soon as his eyes turn black the the carving in the floor that hes standing on lights up, then the seven pillars lightup one at a time, casting an eerie glow. then they begin to turn white suddenly his mind goes blank and his eyes are forced shut by an unknown substance. he feels as if his mind is takin captive byt the force, suddenly a seires fof images flash through his mind, then they stop. he pens his eyes breathing heavilly at what he saw. he searches his mind for the images he saw but they seem to be lost in his subconcious.
He exits the room and sees Ranka meditating *
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Post by Veran on Apr 15, 2005 1:28:32 GMT
Opening an eye as he hears the soft tap of Blade's boots against the cold stone, Ranka gets up to greet his return, as if he would have been gone on the opposite side of the galaxy for years and quite actualy as he expected, Damnien's reaction are quite confused by this... 'greeting'. Oblidging himself to awnser the apparent question on Blade's figure, he says the words in a tone which only teachers would use to make their apprentice learn something important in a lesson... Though through Ranka's voice, it sounded far more chilling then even the things that would be an announcement of the apocalyps...
"I see you have returned... How was your, weekly trip into the world without the laws of time and physic?"
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Post by Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce on Apr 15, 2005 1:31:35 GMT
*Damien stares at Ranka with a puzzled look*
"Weekly?"
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