Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion & ChainsawAdams)
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				Title: <strong>Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Covert Revulsion</strong> on <strong>13-11-2016, 13:16:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Q7j12UC.jpg?1)</div>Today was the day, the one she has been waiting for since she graduated the Academy several years ago. <br><br>She wasn't trying to age herself, it has been nearly ten years for her to reach this point. All her years of studying relentlessly over ancient texts till her vision grew blurry, all the strain she had put in herself in practicing her magic had paid off to lead to this day. She had grew from the ranks of an amateur mage tasked with simple objectives to proving her with in her capabilities and skills. Magic came natural for her, her drive to defend the people was her integrity, the desire to keep away the caustic horrors of the dark realm where they belong, she had the motivation to become a <em>white mage</em>. The Elder Order had seen it in her, they hand pick a select few of the mage population after running a series of tests in their physical exams of the existing pool of mage soldiers. <br><br>Moira had made the cut to be handpicked. <br><br>Her father was a white mage, and exceptionally proud of his eldest daughter and her achievement. Being picked to be tested was a certification though she was practically a white mage already. It was tradition that the hand picked individual ventured into the demon realm on an objective of destroying a Rowan demon and bring back its sphere. That was their goal in their mission, and then Moira will sign her name on the live parchment and be promised in oath to the Order and guard the citizens of Talamont for the rest of her life. <br><br>She scarcely could sleep the night before. Moira had awoken early with her team, meeting with her father and four others, all white mages with experience of the dark realm. It was a precaution that they came along, to keep her safe in case of an attack. A smug part of her told her it wasn't necessary, but didn't put up any protest as they convened that morning. She was garbed in her usual top and slitted skirt, giving her plenty of movement so she may run, her hair white as snow, ironic as a white mage since such hair color was rare. Eyes as blue as sapphires was set in determination as she fitted the rich hooded cloak around her shoulders, its edges intricately laced in gold all around. Her body stood rigid, anticipating what was to come.<br><br><strong>"Are you ready, Moira?"</strong> It was her father, standing beside her as he carefully attached the sword at his hip. Every mage had a single weapon of choice though most relied strictly on their magic.<br><br><strong>"Yes, father. I was born ready."</strong> She smiled in confidence, her left hand gripped her own weapon, a lance like staff, intricately carved towards the top with polished, engraved blade with black ink. <br><br>He affectionately touched the top of his head, before turning towards the other mages. <strong>"Today, is a proud day. Not only as a father, but as Commanding General of the White Mages, we have another individual being tested to join amongst our ranks. Simply getting here is no easy feat, and very few manage to, so it's with honor to be accompanying Mage Moira Veros into the Dark Realm on her objective. May the gods keep watch and keep us safe."</strong><br><br>The accompanying men whooped in agreement, raising their weapons before her father turned to the slab of concrete before them, the designated entryway into the dark realm. it was far off from the city, intentionally so since occasionally creatures of the dark realm crossed over. Approaching it, he held his hands in a triangular figure, glowing a solid blue color before the spell was projected onto the walls surface, burning a silvery blue light before the circle began to expand, opening the portal of entry into the realm. Moira couldn't resist watching in fierce anticipation, her heart racing a mile a minute as the adrenaline began to flow through her veins.<br><br>Finally, it was open, and the group of six stepped into the dark realm. It was a world much like there own, simply reversed. Rather than there be light, it was perpetually dark, overcast, with little to no light. There were forests, there were towns and there were cities. Moira had read all about it in her studies, but to witness it first hand was a completely other experience. They arrived at the outskirts of what looked like an abandoned town, where the Rowan demon resided. The sense of unease in her heart was clear, but Moira stood with her father ahead of the others. One mage was tasked with keeping all of them safe, while the others were their for their strength. They intentionally picked sporadic patterns to visit the realm, to throw off any demons from ambush.<br><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRYD-vtTzgybz-m09jAUzEKqno_1GxZusC243-8OqmRy89Oypny)</div>But as they wandered towards the center of town, the dwelling Rowan demon wasn't present, and an unsettling feeling began to take over. <br><br>One of the mages tossed a spherical ball of green light, it clinked as it met contact with the surface and rolled towards the center. Rowan's couldn't resist its light, they were drawn to it in particular. But nothing approached it. It was eerily quiet too... <br><br>Slowly, something appeared, and it wasn't the Rowan demon... They were multispawns, demons that held strength in numbers until they overwhelmed you. They didn't attack yet, but the group of mages weren't going to wait. The first disc of energy was shot forth, white in light and it killed whoever made contact with it, immediately, the group began to converge onto the group, who stood with their bags towards each other in a circle. They held up for a reasonable amount of time, but the longer they remained, the weaker they began to grow as the death rate of the demons increased, they simply weren't stopping. Staying this long would draw the attention of other demons, and that was practically suicidal. <strong>"We must retreat, this was an ambush,"</strong> suggested one, the others agreed. <br><br><strong>"Lets go,"</strong> commanded Moira's father as he stepped forth, slamming his fists onto the ground that sent a shockwave of burning, magic to cut them a path towards the portal of entry. Moira herself had held up her own, her signature purple light severed through these groups of demons albeit their numbers were causing her to slowly feel fatigue. This wasn't good, even as they got closer to the portal of entry, they were still a distance away and the multispawn were still coming forth in numbers, it was unlike anything they've seen before. One of the demons made contact with a teammate, he cried out in pain as the creature savagely attacked his arm, then another, and another. There was simply too many of them, and Moira herself was slammed into the ground, desperately pushing off the demon that had a crazed look in its eyes. She blasted it off, and felt her father grip her and pull her up. They collectively as a group reached the slab that was the portal of entry, but it wasn't opening!<br><br>The demons were still convening towards them. Her father had no choice but to send her off to the other portal of entry not too far off. <strong>"There's no time Moira,"</strong> he sternly told her, seeing she wished to argue. <strong>"Return home, inform the Elders what happened, we will try to make it out as best as we can. Use this to open the portal.</strong> He handed her the artifact stored in his pouch, it would aid her in her powers temporarily. Leaning in, he placed a kiss on his forehead before holding his hand in the same manner as before, the patterned spell took shape, and engulfed Moira in a blinding light...<br><br><hr><br>Halfway across the realm, Moira had expected to arrive at the next portal of entry, amulet ready to induce its opening. Yet, when the light faded, she was brought into what looked like the alley within a city, a dark city of the realm. She pressed flush against the side of a building, demons mulled and walked about as casually as ever. There was a reason, the dark realm was a mirror image of what their world looked like, simply inhabited by demons instead of people. The necklace around her neck silenced her aura, so she'd remain undetected, but by the looks of her, she would stand out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd in her garb. Her father had teleported not far enough. She was stuck in this world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 05:30:10</strong>
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				As Moira's head spun, still collecting herself and worrying over the fate of her father, the ringing in her ears prevented her from sensing the changes taking place in the dreary world that surrounded her.&nbsp; Out of the corner of every shadow, small ethereal demonic shapes began to take form and take notice of her.&nbsp; They were the most basic of shadow demons, "The Unclaimed" and while small and weak they were clever and proved deadly if they managed to gather in large numbers.&nbsp; At the moment, a count of fifteen were closing in on her position.<br>(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LLoQw5tT1LE/VU-8SIwKw2I/AAAAAAAABzg/A8Txh1K_Zlg/w500-h333/h8qmGOu.png)<br><br><br>"It's heart still beats..."&nbsp; Said one of the shadowy fiigures as it began to grow out a pair of claws from one of it's appendages. <br><br><br>"Do you think she still cries too sister?"&nbsp; Asked another in reply letting a long tongue lay down from a row of fangs.<br><br>"I don't know.&nbsp; I'm sure we can find out if we remove her pretty eyes." A third said with a cackle as the horde began to move in closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Covert Revulsion</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 06:07:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Moira was momentarily distracted by the throng of demons that mulled about, casual as if that was a normal part of their every day activity. She had been taught the ignorant side of the dark realm's inhabitants. She had always been told that they simply pillaged and lived a cruel life, but some of them seemed rather normal...<br><br>But that thought began to drift as she noticed she was being closed in on. Cursing under her breath, she whirled around to face her opponents, weaker demons that varied from the ones she had fought earlier. Her staff remained in her grip, held out defensively in front of her. She remained poised, feeling rather tired from the earlier onslaught but remained focused, despite her concentration wavering a bit.<br><br><strong>"Stand back,"</strong> she ordered, keeping her voice low but authoritative to keep them at a distance. The back of her hands flared a deep violet, her body trembled a bit at the slight exertion. She was starting to feel weak, were they draining her life's force? Or was something else? All she knew, was that drawing too much attention to herself and her powers wasn't a good thing. Whoever was responsible for the security of this place would likely catch on.<br><br>Or the citizens wouldn't appreciate a white mage in their presence. All alone at that.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 17:24:48</strong>
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				The small shadowy sprites appeared to cast off Moira's threats as as empty words and simply drew in closer.&nbsp; Some of them now began growing ethereal blades from their feet, others joined forms with one of their other sisters to grow twice in size.&nbsp; The creatures were just within slashing distance when from behind the young girl rose a echoing growl which seemed to give the creatures pause.&nbsp; Without warning, a dark, four legged beast leaped out from a nearby abandoned building, clearing Moira's head before landing on one of the demons.<br><br>(http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/314/314254gzqcvi1hka.jpg)<br><br>Now less then a few feet in-front of her stood a hell-hound with a dark-blue mane and a heavy collar around it's neck.&nbsp; Without missing a beat, the creature unhinged it's jaw biting into two of them before swatting a third into nothingness.&nbsp; As he continued to tear the two sprites to pieces, the others lost their nerve and rushed back into the darkness.&nbsp; As the animal began to lose the rage it had entered with, it's form once again changed shape but this time into a young man with delicate features and dark clothing.<br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/99/23/d0/9923d0c4cdd12cb3912eae682cfa07f1.jpg)<br><br>"You should not be in a place such as this young one.&nbsp; You're type does not tend to survive for long this deep inside the Necropolis district."&nbsp; He then turned around to face her which caused Moira to notice two things that were out of place.&nbsp; The first was his eyes.&nbsp; It was well known that all demons had either red or black eyes.&nbsp; But this strange newcomer had one red eye and one that was sky blue.&nbsp; The other was the large metal collar that was still around his neck had a heavy industrial chain attached to it that seemed to lead back the way he had came.&nbsp; "Did they hurt you at all?&nbsp; The sisters are not strong, but they can swipe your soul straight out from your body.&nbsp; You should take better care."&nbsp; Chain waited a few moments for a response but the woman still appeared to be keeping a defensive stance.&nbsp; Not receiving any verbal interaction he sighed reaching out to the dismembered carcass of one of the demons and, with the flick of his wrist, removed the remaining soul taking the form of a small blue flame.&nbsp; Seeing as the new-comer refused to speak he ignored his manners momentarily and dropped the soul into his jaw giving him a sudden surge of energy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Covert Revulsion</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 17:52:46</strong>
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				Moira let out a surge of energy from the lance, violet power sparked and flew towards the first sprite, disintegrating it the moment it made contact. While she was aware she had to be careful, since certain demons were known to be able to track the energy of light mages like a homing beacon, she had to limit the strength of her powers. The last thing she needed was a hoard of demons on her trail as she tried to find the nearest exist portal. <br><br>Yet, before she could unleash her next attack, an unsuspecting figure joined them. It was a hell hound looking creature, unusual from the canines of her world with some differences. She stepped back, unsure of whether it was attacking or aiding her though it appeared as if it were trying to help. <em>'What is going on?'</em> she wondered, it was actually <em>helping</em> her! Her chances of finding any help in this world was incredibly small, but whatever, or whoever this was, they seemed to be eager to help her.<br><br>Before long, the remainder of the sprites either disappeared or had been destroyed by her savior. She was about to kneel down to its level to thank it, but nearly leapt back in fright as it began to shift! With uncertainty, she remained poised, holding her weapon in a stance. Was he intent on making a meal out of her? He spoke, though not in a hostile way. He even asked if she was injured. Had someone struck her head without her noticing? Was a demon really asking about her well being. <strong>"I'm uninjured,"</strong> she responded before hesitating. Moira didn't seem at all perturbed by him ingesting the soul as if it were a snack.<br><br><strong>"Why did you help me?"</strong> Moira asked, lowering her lance as she regained her composure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChainsawAdams</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 15:55:18</strong>
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				Chains was licking the tips of his fingers when the newcomer finally came around.&nbsp; "Help you?"&nbsp; He asked with an inquisitive look.&nbsp; "Not so much.&nbsp; I haven't eaten in years cause the demons no longer come within reach.&nbsp; But you proved to be excellent bait.&nbsp; Those creatures would have never crossed my perimeter if it wasn't for you."&nbsp; As Moira continued to observe Chains, it became clear what he was.&nbsp; Able to take human form, the grey skin and different colored eyes.&nbsp; There was no doubt that he was a half-breed.&nbsp; One part demon, the other part human, and despised by both factions.&nbsp; The very fact that he hadn't been killed upon his birth was a miracle.&nbsp; "No need to worry, I don't eat human souls so you don't have much to fear from me.&nbsp; But I can't help but wonder what a trigger shy entry level mage is doing this deep into the wastes.&nbsp; I haven't seen a human since....."&nbsp; With that his voice drifted off and he looked off to the side as if remembering something he would much rather regret.&nbsp; The silence was interrupted by a howl in the distance causing Chains to look up.&nbsp; "Hey, most demons don't enter my territory anymore but they might be willing to breach if they know your here.&nbsp; Follow me, there's an old monastery with a basement at the end of the block.&nbsp; It should be enough to hide your scent but we should go now."&nbsp; He then saw the distrust on her face.&nbsp; He then realized she would never believe that he could be good-natured.&nbsp; "Look, it's not like I'm doing you a favor free of charge, I have my own reasons for wanting you alive but that won't mean anything unless we head for sanctuary." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Good and Evil (Covert Revulsion &amp; ChainsawAdams)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Covert Revulsion</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:54:31</strong>
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				Moira's eyes narrowed slightly, her arms crossed as she 'hmphed' a bit at his reassurance that he hadn't helped her out of the goodness of his heart. Indeed, he looked much different compared to the demons she had been taught about... he was almost human like in her eyes save for a few nuances. She wanted to know what he intended on doing with her, being she was pretty much at his mercy, much to her disdain. She would need someone's assistance to reach the next exit portal, otherwise she'd be stuck here, and who knows for how long. <br><br><strong>"Fine,"</strong> she mumbled before she waved her arm, inciting him to lead the way. The auras were getting closer, and this wasn't a good thing. All she could do was trust him, otherwise she was on her own in this unforgiving, dark world. <strong>"Lead the way,"</strong> she insisted, placing her staff on her back before she sprinted to follow after the half demon. 
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