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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 15, 2005 20:49:10 GMT
*Standing in the the vast forests of Arkania stands the sword lord, Anakin Lishto. Wind rustles his cloak, as he stands feelling an unusual surge of power come fropm the distance. It seems to repeat itself, like it keeps on charging and surges back out. But whatever it was, it called to him. He felt like it was something to do with his destiny, something that the world has lost for hundreds of years. And it was calling him, it seemed as if he had no choice but to follow*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 15, 2005 20:57:16 GMT
*The wind easily sways his black cloak, and rain pours on his face. He brings up his hood, and huddles his head insdie of it. He continues through teh brush of the forests, with now muddy terrain. The echoe still surges. It feels as it is another cry of a sword lord, but different. As in stronger. As he continues to walk, he abondons his cloak, letting the rain pour down upon him. He sees poisonus plants as he strides by them. The force once again gives off a howl. It is comming from somewhere near. But where?*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 2:31:28 GMT
*Anakin continues to walk, as the wind brustles around him. The wind comes to a stop, as the surge of the force becomes stronger. It seems as it is comming from right below him, directly below him. Then, the ground gives away behind him, and he plummets down a dirt tunnel, which seems to be endless. The echoes of the force become louder, as he scrapes down the tunnel, plummeting down. His robe gets dirty, and stained with a brown dirt. The tunnel ends. He plummets like a metor*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 2:36:34 GMT
*He crashes down in a room, raising clouds of dust into the air. He looks around, and the room seems to be like a council chamber. It is a dome shaped room, with seats all around. A pillar lies within the middle. The pillar surges, it calls. Anakin knows he has to somehow stirr up the force within the pillar. Raising his hand, the force channels from him to the pillar. A blue and yellow aurora swirls around the pillar, and a sword appears in anakin's hand. But it seems like it isn't a sword. It is shining like the sun, it almost seems to be fully made of the force and light*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 2:41:03 GMT
*He holds the sword in his hand, and he commands the force around it. Able to make it disapear, and reappear. He makes it reappear, and he grips it in both hands. Anakin smiles, and uses the force to extend its blade. He feels his aurora swirl, a deep green one. A wind swirls throughout the room, somewhat disturbing if you say. The candles brustle, but do not flicker out. Anakin turns around, only to see someone standing right infront of him*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 2:54:36 GMT
*The figure laughs, and gives an evil smirk. He draws a sword, decorated with many herons. The figure swirls it, and again gives off a laugh, which seems to chill anakin. The figure speaks*
So, you hold the blade of the shadow lord. Tai-Dek-Shar it is anciently called. One of a kind. But it is not yours. I am the shadow lord of the tai-shueldon. The ruler of both light and dark. You are not.
"Your time is over. No matter how old you are. Do you not know of our prophecy. Darkness lies within you. You will not recive Tai-Dek-Shar. I am the new shadow lord......."
For hundreads of years I have hidden here, since the fall of your family, Anakin Lishto. Your blood may be strong within the tai-shueldon, but you have not returned for too long. I, Dendo Jarook shall hold my position. You will not. You are too late. Begone, or die!
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 15:18:30 GMT
Darkness blinds you, fool.
:.The sword of pure light and force appears gripped in anakin's hand. He grins, as he thrusts tai-dek-shar into a swirl, enveloping an aurora of light around his body. He shifts his grip on the sword, outting it in both hands. He slides back.:
I do not want leadership of the dark, but rather of the light. Fall to the shadows, Dendo Jarook!
Then you wish to oppose traditions? You disgrace your family, Anakin. Prepare to fall, to the true Shadow Lord!
:.Dendo thrusts his golden blade as he lunges at anakin. It seems to echoe a thousand screams as it wirls through the air, towards anakin. As anakin senses it near, the blade of light thrusts upwards, parrying the blow. Anakin then raises his hand, and debri falls from the ceiling ontop of dendo. Dendo seems as he is a smothering pile of rubble, until he bursts out of it.:
I will underestimate you no longer.......
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 15:36:27 GMT
*Dendo again lunges towards anakin, and meets anakin with a series of strikes with his sword. Anakin's robe now is torn in spots, and he is now barraged with firey embers. Anakin initiates force barrier, and it absorbs all the ember which have flown towards him. He laughs, and swirls the blade of light once more*
You have been trained ver-
:.Anakin meets the chest of dendo with an unexpected flying sidekick. Dendo flies through the air, and shrudders right into the wall of the council room. Dust rises from the floor, and the candles flicker rapidly. The green aurora once again embraces anakin in the force, and anakin grins.:
Prepare to meet your doom......
:.Anakin twists up into the air, and the sword makes anakin looks like a swirling beam of light. Echoes of the sword of light fills the air, like a sharp, continuous whistle. He begins to descend down, and raises the sword. As he lands, the sword crushes down on the head of the ex-shadow lord. Anakin then makes the sword disapear, then raises his hand towards dendo. A purplelish beam comes out of dendo's body, and meets anakin's hand. Anakin has drained all dendo's power into himself.:
Well thats over with.......
*A strong wind begins to swirl in the council chambers, and the candles burn out with a sharp thud. Anakin hears the echoes of the wind, and he is soon kocked unconsciously to the ground......*
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Post by Senior Master Al'Kan on Apr 16, 2005 15:43:18 GMT
:.Anakin wakes up on the ground, in the forests of Arkanina... Right where the call first started to come to him. He feels a little queezy, and gets up looking ofr his cloak to warm him from the wind. There is no cloak though. He looks down, and sees himself whering a shadow lord robe of the tai-shueldon. All black, with no cloak. At his waist is a pearl white belt. All his weapons are there to, he has changed in power and in appearance. I am the Shadow Lord of the light! A voice responds: Yes. Yes you are..:
:.He smiles, and disapears using the unified force. His green aurora follows, along with teh ensuing of a strong gust, which stirrs the forest. Light shall be preserved. Anakin stays with the mancers....:
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Post by Veran on Apr 16, 2005 20:46:26 GMT
The now, shadow lord of the Taï-Shueldon vanishes from the ancient palace of the shadow lords... Still as the residual green aura can slightly be seen as the Mancer dissapears and the influence of the spirit is no more, the aura from the monument itself becomes even darker, this time though it could be felt that it wasn't done willingly by the elder spirits of this place but by a presence, a person...
The tap of its boots against the fragile pile of rubble made the very rock explode with each taken steps, making a faint noise within the totaly silenced and echoing room...
The spirits, angered by this intrusion within their restless sleep showed themselves to the stranger, illuminating the room with pure lights, colored like the sky's of Naboo... Each one of them, crying out their anger towards the figure suddenly attacked in a cohordinate gesture, circling the being and envelopping him with their unholy lights.
Simply remaining still, the figure just stares at the emptyness before him, waiting for the souls the get exactly at a meter from him... all of them.
Without warning, the shadow had span on itself, stretching out a arm towards all of the guardians, it is just as he had stoped that any could realise he held an imposant weapon, marked of runes ancient from another civilization, burning of a purple blaze of screaming silouettes, sparkling with small lighting bolts, as equaly terrifying as the weapon itself...
The screams done by the blade were now added to the screams of the sentinels of this place, each one of them living once again probably, the most painfull of deaths. Some of their image had been tore to shreds, of sliced in half's, dissembered from peices of their etheral bodies... Particle, by particle they were being drawn into the exotic weapon. Until finaly, the darkness which had one established itself into this mesoleum returned...
[glow=purple,2,300]If it was so your desire to fight... I would have made you feel the mortality of spirits.[/glow]
The words are no repeated by any echoe, for no one will ever hear them since the very essence of the force which had once been here, was now totaly gone... Rejected from the very essence of creation and destruction, simply an emptyness into the universe. And as such, the only living thing that stood there, had vanished into the shadows... So that no one may come here ever again.
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