Cursed beings (Pharzuph and gloom)
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				Title: <strong>Cursed beings (Pharzuph and gloom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 02:37:01</strong>
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				Arcaina stared at the woman in the cellar beneath the castle. She was pleading with him not to kill her, and he wondered what she feared most; merely death, or the pain. “You are the leader of the coven, yet you don’t know where the rest of the coven is? That seems likely. I sentence you to…” The woman screamed “Please! I don’t know where they are!” Arcaina smirked ever so slightly, raised his right hand and spoke the last word “death”. A black flame, almost appearing like a shadow coming from Arcaina’s hand instantly burning her to a crisp. “Why not let her suffer a little more?” a voice came from behind Arcaina, someone he didn’t expect to be in the room with him, Decha, the right hand of the king. Arcaina turned and the tall bulky man, “We all have our preferences on how to deal with the witches who disobey the king, I prefer to kill them quickly.” <br>Decha looked down at Arcaina. “Orders were to make them suffer as much as possible, not to show them mercy.” Arcaina smirked, “I made her suffer mentally” Decha cut Arcaina off before he could continue, “You know what we want, now you will have to suffer her fate in her place” Decha’s arms extended, freezing Arcaina in place making him unable to move, and then flames shot from Arcaina’s arms and back where the black scar was completely covering him in his own black flame. This wasn’t the first time Decha had done this to Arcaina. <br><br>Arcaina cried out in pain as his skin melted from his own flames, then Decha released him and let him drop to the floor before setting him aflame again, writhing in pain Arcaina screamed out again. This went on for about 5 minutes before Arcaina heard the door shut, Decha was no longer there and he could regenerate. Flames effected Arcaina, but he could heal from any burns. Only his own black flame could hurt him though, but Decha was a powerful warlock and one of his strengths was using people powers against them. He was the king’s trump card, and Arcaina was his assassin and executioner tasked with hunting the witches who remained throughout the kingdom. As the kingdom just merged with another one after a successful war campaign there were many witches from the previous kingdom left who had not committed suicide, or come to the castle to work for the king. Only a few witches ever listened to the demand to work for the king, the rest were hunted and tortured or took their own lives. Arcaina stood up nude, his clothes completely burned to ash and he wrapped a towel around himself that was on the counter next to the knives and other various sharp torture devices. <br><br>Arcaina left the cellar with a towel covered in dried blood, the guards laughed at him as he left the room and went to his own. Arcaina sharply gazed at them and they immediately stopped and refused to make eye contact. Arcaina didn’t always work for the king, and he killed many of his guards in battle. The guards were aware of this. <br>After entering his room he threw the towel down and closed the door. His body had fully regenerated at this time, and he wanted to shower and get Decha’s stink off of him. He took special care of his hair long black and peppered red hair in the shower and scrubbed his scar ridden body. He could regenerate from his own fire and was immune to any other fire but swords and muskets could still cause him damage or even kill him like any other human. Arcaina was human, cursed by someone who murdered his step mother who was a witch. The curse being unlike any he had ever seen before, the one that gained him the nickname “The Black Flame” on the battle field. <br><br>When Arcaina finished showering and dried off he put on some clothes to get ready for the night, it was around 6pm which meant he was done with work for the day and he wanted to go out. He dressed in black dress pants, a burgundy vest over a black shirt and a tailcoat over the vest. The sleeves hid his massive black swirling scar, though it still showed on his wrists and the palm of his hand. It would freak people out sometimes, if they noticed it moved, otherwise it looked like a tattoo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cursed beings (Pharzuph and gloom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 05:51:39</strong>
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				The fire crackled weakly in the fireplace, though Owl hardly noticed. She sat at her desk, staring blankly at the reams of paperwork in front of her. She noted dully that this had become the highlight of her life, documenting other's foul deeds in the name of the king. At least sorting through rolls of parchment didn't stain her gown in blood, or leave screams ringing in her ears. <br>She blinked, realizing she was no longer completely alone in her office. <br>"Hello, Ren. Any news?"<br>A small black cat emerged from the shadows and gazed at Owl with fuchsia eyes, nearly identical to her own.<br>"The king is fast asleep. Decha continues to play with his favorite toy. Gecko is mussing things up in the attic. My dinner is missing. The usual." He sniffed the empty bowl at his feet with disdain. <br>"You're a cat, catch your own dinner. Your ancestors would be ashamed of you. And Gecko can burn the castle down, if it pleases him. It would be a blessing." Owl picked at the gold filigree at the edge of a particularly nasty account of a slaughtered family of witches. She pushed it aside and got to her feet to tend to the sputtering fire. "How is the man in the arena?"<br>Ren leapt atop the paper-strewn desk and made himself comfortable. "Who, Decha's plaything? I can't imagine why you'd bother to ask. He always recovers."<br>Owl sighed as she prodded the fire back to life. It was only a matter of time before the sad creature realized his true potential and set the world alight with his black flames. <br>Perhaps it would be something to look forward to.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cursed beings (Pharzuph and gloom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 06:47:55</strong>
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				Arcaina left the castle and went to the arena where he was now paid to fight, if he won. Once imprisoned for years and tortured, Arcaina struck a deal with the king that he would become his assassin and recieved regular work, and great income and a room in the castle. Arcaina knew he was a slave in his own right, he had to stay at the castle and abide by certain rules. Now Arcaina went to the arena out of habit and to ease the blood lust he acquired during the war as well as to make an extra income as if he needed it. Anything he wanted could be his unless it was the kings of Dencha's. He didn't pay attention to the politics of the realm whatsoever, something that could eventually bite him in the ass. He had no allies, just enemies and people who feared him. <br><br>"THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!"<br><br>3 gates opened, 2 teams of prisoners and Arcaina against each other. Last man standing wins. A group of pirates caught during the latest war, 12 in total, and a group of gang members who were caught after a robbery. 6 in total. Usually they all fought with their weapon of choice and magic was forbidden. Immediately once the gates fell 18 archers (The pirates and thugs) shot at Arcaina who wielded nothing but a sword. Arcaina was hit my one arrow in the shoulder and was able to deflect or dodge the others. He was setup. Arcaina ran as fast as he could with his sword in his right hand towards the 12 pirates when he took 12 arrows straight to the front,&nbsp; near his heart, chest, the side of his head and then then thugs walked over with their bows drawn. Black shadows emerged from his wounds, burning the arrows and Arcaina's eyes turned red as he looked at the pirates. "Not going to die today..." Arcaina muttered, weakened from the blows but in a state of total war. His sword emitted flames and he quickly took out the thugs before the could shoot him with their bows, moving at faster than human speed. Within a minute or so he handled the pirates in melee combat burning them and their weapons.<br><br>The announcer yelled once more. "Magic is strictly forbidden in the arena unless otherwise noted, you have broken the rules and must be punished" Usually the punishment was death, but Decha came down and did as he did before in the cell, setting Arcaina on fire with his own flames. He burned him longer than usual for the sake of entertaining the crowd. Arcaina passed out from the pain and woke up a few hours later in a familiar cell. "Decha I am going to kill you..." Arcaina said aloud. He wondered how long he would be in the cell this time. He didn't even bother trying to escape anymore as one of the kings witches had the strength to make a barrier that could withstand the black flame. Arcaina had no idea who the woman was, or if it was even a women. <br><br>A woman walked passed his cell, not giving notice to Arcaina. He had seen her before, but never spoke to her. "Hey, when are they going to let me out this time?" Arcaina asked, hoping she would know the answer. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 07:46:22</strong>
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				Owl grimaced, then turned to address the beaten man in the cell.<br>"I've no idea." She tried not to focus on the swirling marks leading up his right arm, nor the rest of his naked frame. Was it his vulnerability that made her anxious? Or the inexplicable power that even he seemed unable to control?<br>Neither, she realized. It was guilt. <br>"...Er. Are you okay..?"<br>The absurdity of what she asked him hit her suddenly, and her pallid cheeks flushed. She was the one responsible for his imprisonment, and his resulting torture. His blood may not be on her hands, though it might as well be.<br>She quickly turned to leave the dim corridor before she could make more of a fool of herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 08:08:08</strong>
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				<strong>"...Er. Are you okay..?"</strong><br><br>Before he could even answer she anxiously walked away, he could smell the fear on her and he immediately suspected her of being the one who kept him there, or perhaps one of. She had guilt written all over her face. Did she know about the attack before it happened? "Yeah I'm fine, but a bit hungry." Arcaina yelled, hoping she could hear him. He needed sustenance so he could heal faster. He sensed a weakness in her he planned to exploit if she gave him the chance. Maybe she had information he needed, or maybe not. Either way, food was what he wanted now.
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				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 09:32:54</strong>
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				The lanterns set into the stone walls offered little light, causing Owl to stumble slightly as she ascended the stairs. She regained her footing and climbed quicker, eager to escape the man's... <em>Arcaina's </em>calculating gaze. Even thinking his name caused a shiver to creep up her spine.<br>It wasn't until she was safely in the dusty, sunlit hall above that she ordered a timid servant to bring down a meal. She wanted little more to do with Arcaina, but if Decha knew she had deprived his charge of sustenance and prolonged his regeneration, she'd have to endure his bullying. She was technically his superior, but they both knew who was really in charge.<br><br>She watched the young boy trot off on his errand before exiting the hall herself. She decided to take the maze of small servant passages rather than permit the lords and ladies to gape at her in the grander corridors. She used to try everything possible to conceal her nature as a witch, though she realized soon enough that she fooled no one. Fashionable clothes and confident posture were overshadowed by vivid eyes and bone colored hair. Most of the castle's inhabitants seemed to regard her as a dangerous oddity, something to whisper about behind bejeweled hands. <br>She didn't fully blame them. Any respectable witch would have accepted death with open arms before allowing themselves to be controlled.<br><br>Owl eventually slipped out of a narrow concealed doorway and into a grand concourse, at the end of which was a monumental set of golden doors. She quietly approached them, pausing for a moment to observe her reflection in the mirror-like exterior. A despondent shell of a person peered back at her. She donned a slight scowl to compensate, then rapped her knuckles on the glimmering surface.<br>"Archmage Owl requests council with His Majesty!" She spoke the words loudly, hoping the next few hours in the presence of the king would go by quickly.
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				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 19:47:05</strong>
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				A few minutes went by without word from the girl before a scrawny boy brought him a raw piece of meat, he pushed it on a small plate through the bars. Arcaina would refuse any cooked meals, he cooked his own meals out of fear of being poisoned. He was paranoid, but who wouldn't be after being kidnapped after being blamed for his mothers death and held in a cell for years. Fighting, training and being tortured and forced to use his black flame which he hated so much at first. Arcaina looked upon the boy, "Thank you." he said and gestured for him to leave him. He slow cooked the meat, then ate it like a starving animal barely even cooked. Arcaina hadn't enjoyed a meal since his mother had died. He kind of figured out what happened, she was a witch and she committed suicide to escape from the kings grasp. <br><br>When the house fell in flames Arcaina realize he had recieved a gift, or a curse as he saw it from his mother. The black flame. He was an ordinary human, she was a witch and his stepmother. <br><br>She adopted him when he was around the age of 3. What happened to his real parents was a mystery because she found him alone in the woods on one of her morning walks and sensed no other humans around. She figured he was a sacrifice, humans often sacrificed their children to the God of the woods, who was really just a myth humans believed in. Witches knew it was spirits who wanted to possess the children and whispered in the ears of the parents in their sleep to sacrifice or die. Some spirits were powerful enough to kill humans, and had done so when demands weren't met. Children were able to be possessed by lesser spirits, which is why they asked for them. The witch wasn't sure if Arcaina had been possessed or not, but he had a powerful energy about him so she decided she would take him in and try to train him when he was an adult, which never came. He lived alone with her until her death, no father or family other than the few times he saw her friends, but she was really secretive of them. <br><br>When Arcaina finished his meal he looked at the silver bars in front of him and pondered the meaning of his assassination in the ring, Decha was responsible for the ceremonies. Was it a test? Was it punishment, or was he really trying to kill Arcaina? He had to figure this out. Decha wasn't particularly powerful, being able to only use his enemies strength against them, but that in itself was power enough to keep Arcaina at bay. The stone walls surrounding him and the back gate to the arena were a familiar feeling, bringing a particularly familiar feeling out; Hatred. Arcaina healed well enough in the hours that passed and he went into a blind rage shooting flames at the silver bars, which ordinarily would melt but the magic prevented it. Perhaps that woman, if she were to ally herself with him... or die... he could escape them forever. But Decha would have to die as well. One of them had to be the one who held him by magic to this place. When he tried to escape to another kingdom he suffered attrition damage from his black flame, he was only allowed to go were specified. Someone was controlling that, and when they could be located, he would be free.<br><br><em><strong>"No magic in the arena"</strong></em><br><br>Decha's voice echoed through the hallway of the small castle jail. Arcaina stood up quickly, "What the fuck was that about!" Arcaina shouted, referring the archers that seemed the be setup to kill him. Decha dressed in his military uniform walked in front of the cell with piercing blue eyes, and just as cold as the bottom of the ocean. "I wanted to make sure you were still able to fight, you've been getting comfortable here. Have you not? With the wars end?" Arcaina's eyes turned red and he grabbed the silver bars staring back into Decha's eyes as burning with rage as Decha's were cold. The bars burned Arcaina and he backed off. "We are going to war again, we need you again. I wanted to make sure you could still survive and improvise. While you disappointed us, you will still be of use as usual. You survived, though with the use of magic..." Arcaina's eyes opened wide, war was the most free he had ever felt in the past, but with who? <br><br>"The state of Naerith claims that by killing and controlling the mages, we have committed a crime against the realm as a whole and we must be stopped." Decha spoke as he pulled out a key, "They are a massive kingdom, and they started this war, earlier than we anticipated. They are a kingdom of.." Arcaina interrupted Decha, "Mages, witches whatever... I know. Now are you going to let me out?" Decha smirked, unlocked the cell and turned his back to Arcaina. Arcaina stared at the four star studs on the top of his uniform, making him the fourth General of the kings army. "The king will send someone with more information, wait in your chamber." With his back turned, maybe this time Arcaina could hit him with his flame. That would have to wait until the end of the war. <br><br>Arcaina did as he was told and walked out of the jail, through the hallway to the left of his cell and sharply turned right. The guards escorted him from there to his room, against his will which happened to be right next to the prison and the arena, as well as the entrance to the castle. Arcaina was an assassin, a prisoner, and the first line of the castles defense. Arcaina thought it strange they think he would stop anyone from entering, but in reality he would. Unless the opponent was capable of killing the king that is. Arcaina knew little of the king, except that he was a magic user himself. He had never met the man, he always sent others to speak for him. Usually Decha.
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				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 10:01:42</strong>
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				Owl stepped through the gilded doors and closed them behind her with a heavy thud. She quickly crossed the cavernous hall and entered a small sunlit alcove, then dropped into a crouch as a wave of nausea hit her. <br>The king had suggested she personally attend the coming battle with Naerith, to help protect their own soldiers from the magical onslaught they were sure to encounter. Owl had a hand in many civilian executions that reached back nearly half a decade. She was not only a coward, but a murderer; a disgrace. By now she was infamous amongst magic users everywhere. The half of Naerith that didn't want her to die immediately would want her to be tortured first.<br>She shivered despite the warmth of the sun shining on her through the tall windows. She could protect the king's men, she had no doubt. She had been quite powerful from a young age, and having access to all of the king's rare textbooks and tomes had made her a force to be reckoned with. But even a witch with her innate connection to the flow of magic could only do so much. Who would protect <em>her</em>? And did the king even intend for her to live?<br>A rush of determination filled her chest. She hadn't come this far to die so easily.<br><br>The sun had reached its apex in the sky by the time Owl had navigated through the servant passages and to the entrance of the lower levels. She left the bright hall behind and descended into the sullen corridor below, pausing briefly only to light a lantern. She continued onward until she found herself in an antechamber she normally avoided, and held her lantern high to study the door in front of her. Though it was nondescript, it filled her with apprehension. She buried her anxiety behind an aloof facade and knocked loudly.<br>"Demon Arcaina, I wish to propose an offer!"
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				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 10:30:23</strong>
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				Arcaina lie in bed asleep when a loud knock at his door woke him. <br><br><strong>"Demon Arcaina, I wish to propose an offer!"</strong><br><br>Demon? Arcaina knew of no demons, nor Gods nor Devils but he supposed he could be the closest thing to it. The timid voice from before was here to ask for a proposal, this would be interesting. Arcaina threw his blanket to the side and took his time walking to the door of his room wearing only his boxers, not bothering to dress as he wanted to make the encounter as awkward as possible for this nameless woman who took some part in his imprisonment, and worst of all who ignored him when he spoke to her. <br><br>Arcaina opened the door, his black flame on his arm began to look like an actual flame with movement all the way from the palm of his hand to his back. He had never seen it that active before. He stared at it for a moment, then at the nameless woman in front of him. "There are no demons here, but if you would like to speak to human Arcaina I be him." He said in response to her demand, which was about 2 minutes in time ago. He tested her patience first by making her wait. What could she do to him anyways, really? Relieve him of his life? No, Arcaina didn't believe this woman had the power to do much harm to him at all.
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				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 11:02:28</strong>
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				Owl had almost begun to turn away as the door opened.<br><br><strong>"There are no demons here, but if you would like to speak to human Arcaina I be him."</strong><br><br>She stopped and cleared her throat. "Er.. Ah. Whatever you wish to be called is irrelevant. And you'd be wise not to keep me waiting in the future. Decha isn't the only one who can leave you writhing like a worm in the dirt." This was technically true, though she would be more likely to let Decha handle any disciplining. Torture made her feel ill.<br><br>She brushed a strand of pale hair behind her ear and locked her gaze with his, eyes flashing a deeper tone in the light of her lantern. She hoped to look more imposing than she felt.<br>"I'm sure you've been informed of our little squabble with Naerith. Our forces are great, but wholly mundane. Mere swords and arrows pose little threat to an army of magicians. The few magic users we have at our disposal, myself included, may be enough to ebb the influx of spells for some time. But that leaves us at a bit of a deadlock. We need an advantage, something they wouldn't expect. Something like yourself."<br><br>Owl paused to analyze Arcaina's reaction. Her proposal wasn't entirely uncalled for; the king had hinted that he wanted to use Arcaina to their advantage on the battlefield once more. But there was more at stake to her than the king's country. This time, her own life was at risk.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 11:17:18</strong>
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				Arcaina smiled, his lust for blood would soon be fulfilled once again. His initial reaction when he saw the look in her eyes was to strike her down, Decha was a weakling but possessed a great power. This woman claimed to be able to make Arcaina fall at his knees? Prove it, he thought to himself. He wasn't afraid of pain, he welcomed it. "If you are so much stronger than why do you fear me?" Arcaina asked as he stepped back, gazed at her entireity giving her a moment to answer before turning his back. A sign for her to follow. "Come in." He said sighing, now wouldn't be the best time to attack her but he was drawn to her and that usually would be the only reason why, because she possessed great power. He hadn't perfected his new technique he thought could backfire Decha's attack, so for now he would hear her out. He walked over to his bed and began to clothe himself. It took him but a moment to throw on some pants and a undershirt, he didn't need to dress too fancy for a meeting in his own room. 
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				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 11:41:47</strong>
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				<strong>"If you are so much stronger than why do you fear me?"</strong><br><br>The fierceness in Owl's gaze faltered slightly, but only for a second. It troubled her that he could see so clearly through her facade. Or was it a bluff? <br>She decided it best not to address his comment and followed him into his room, though not without inwardly casting a warding spell.<br><br>She stood close to the only exit as would a hesitant deer, contrary to the indifferent expression on her face.<br>"I've read the scrolls documenting your behavior on the battlefield. You live for this, essentially. The only variance is that you'll be protecting our magicians as you revel in your bloodlust. I've devised a spell that will ensure you don't... deviate from the plan. It will only work with your compliance, of course."
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				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 12:05:30</strong>
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				<strong>You'll be protecting our magicians.</strong><br><br>Arcaina lost interest, he didn't want to protect multiple targets, and he was somewhat surprised she knew he had killed his own allies when he saw fit on the battlefield, which again her taking that away from him was not interesting to him. All she had offered him was a job, one he was to do regardless of her offer. Her proposal was more of an order. Arcaina sat down on his bed and rose his hand and showed Owl the palm of his hand. His expressionless face showed no hostility, but his eyes began to turn red showing his "inner demon" if you will. "This flame was given to me by my mother, they call me the Black Flame on the battle field. In my scrolls I am sure you read all about this, but what you may not know, unless my suspicions are correct is that my mother was a witch" Arcaina lowered his hand. <br><br>"Whatever she gave me has kept me alive, and kept me alive when the house nearly exploded. Decha was there to arrest me shortly after. Tell me, do you know what it is?"<br><br>The Black Flame was a rare gift, one that very few witches ever possessed and was created by Arcaina's mother who was the leader of a cult of witches who were known to themselves as the Black Phoenix. Arcaina was unaware of this, but Owl might know something of it perhaps, or perhaps not yet. One thing Owl would be able to tell by Arcaina's red eyes is that there was a spirit inside of him that had merged with his own, a spirit that had went into him before his mother found him, as he was a sacrifice. Arcaina's human soul was strong enough to fight being completely taken over so they became one, in a sense. Of this Arcaina was unaware, he just thought he was a really sick human being for some of the unsavory desires he had. <br><br>Arcaina didn't give her much time to respond before asking another question, his eyes went back to green and they became more human like and sincere. "I'll be more interested in your proposal if you give me information about what I have to protect, who I have to kill and what role you will play. And what you have to offer me in return, as I don't work for free. You, being the one asking for my help in this, has to pay me something."
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				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 12:50:16</strong>
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				<strong>"You, being the one asking for my help in this, has to pay me something."</strong><br><br>Owl struggled to keep herself from scowling. She wasn't used to ordinary people defying her so easily. Merely her status kept most subordinates at bay, and she didn't quite know how to stand up for herself. She had her suspicions about Arcaina's powers, and thus their weaknesses, but using magic against him merely to prove a point would be excessive. Not to mention what would happen if her notions about his black markings were outright wrong.<br><br>She decided to swallow what was left of her pride and began to bargain. "What would interest a cursed man? Gold and jewels surely hold no interest to you. And what is freedom to one such as yourself? Here you can fight and kill as your heart desires." She hesitated, unsure if what she was about to say would hinder her in the long-run. "The fire within you isn't your own; rather, your natural gifts are stymied by something greater. You could be a powerful magician in your own right, were it not for... that." She gestured at his hand, realizing this was all she had to tempt him. "My offer is that you allow me to link my magic with yours, forcing the foreign magic within you to be controlled." <br>Owl's mouth went dry as she spoke the words. There were few things she desired less in the world than opening her mind to someone like Arcaina. Already she was imagining the repercussions, the myriad of horrible outcomes if her theories proved faulty. 
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				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 20:19:25</strong>
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				His demeanor changed completely, if she could help him she would be an asset. He gained a small amount of respect for her, for being willing to offer him something worth his time. The ability to control the black flame completely was definitely something Arcaina was interested in, and if she could help him achieve that he would be interested. "Very well, so you are saying you can give me the gift of magic aside from my curse, that could help me control it perhaps?" Arcaina's eyes turned red again and the flame began to burn on his arm bright enough that he could feel the warmth of it. <br><br>Arcaina stood up and picked his coat off the wall, a black trenchcoat that was specially imbued with magic to protect it from all flames, his included. It was a heavy jacket, within the cloth was mesh that helped protect him from arrows and also weighted clothing is was helped him become stronger. Arcaina sat down and put on his boots, thinking of the possibilities and halfway glancing at Owl. "Who are you, by the way? You know my name, what is yours?" He asked, as if in a normal conversation.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What he looks like without the wings, and his hair is different.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/arcaina_8/Arcaina.jpg) (http://s627.photobucket.com/user/arcaina_8/media/Arcaina.jpg.html)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cursed beings (Pharzuph and gloom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gloom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 20:37:13</strong>
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				<strong>"You know my name, what is yours?"</strong><br><br>Owl picked at a loose thread on her sleeve nervously. She had begun to hope that Arcaina wouldn't take the offer, that she could leave this place and formulate a new plan for survival.<br>"You can address me as Archmage Owl. My true name is of no consequence. So you agree to the terms?" She eyed him warily as he dressed. Most of his features were familiar enough, pale skin and deep set eyes were commonplace in this kingdom. His hair had an odd hue to it, though perhaps it was a trick of the candlelight. It was his demeanor that made him seem the most peculiar. She doubted she could act so casual were she in his situation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cursed beings (Pharzuph and gloom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pharzuph</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 22:12:19</strong>
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				Arcaina turned and faced Owl after he pulled his black centaur leather made coat straight.&nbsp; He carefully buttoned each of the metal buttons on his coat, each button had a strange emblem on the that looked similar to a Y but a bit off, a close look would show the same symbol in the palm of his hand. The jackets sleeves concealing most of his black curse except those on his hand and palm. "Archmage Owl, hm. What should I be called then? Demon Arcaina isn't very fitting, and the Black Flame is more of a battle name in the fields of war. Would I now be a mage as well?" Arcaina didn't really know the difference between witches and mages, if there were a difference. He also didn't know if she meant to turn him into a mage, but he didn't really think too much about it. More power was all that was on his mind when it came to this deal, and the possibility of finding a new toy. <br><br>Arcaina safely assumed she was powerful due to her title, titles among magic users usually didn't have anything to do with politics. Perhaps her magic would afford him enough power to create his blue flame he had been working on, dangerously, in the hidden confines of the castle cellar. The difference between the blue flame and the black was the ability to heal, instead of dealing damage. All flames are is a visible aura of energy, and if Decha tried to force his black flame, he could <em>try</em> to use his blue instead. <br><br>Arcaina stood tall, nearly 6 feet and taller due to his thick centaur made black leather boots that added at least 2 inches to his height. He waited curiously to see how Owl would react, though he didn't quite trust her, he was willing to try by her rules. He could feel his hair peppered black hair disappear over the weight of his jacket, specks of red instead of gray spread throughout his hair like it was paint sprayed from far away. As far as his coat and boots, he hunted the black centaurs himself to make them, then had a master armor smith create his coat with the mesh insides and a leather worker made his boots. Black centaurs were among the most powerful of centaurs and their skins very hard to get, and therefore rare. Their skin has magical abilities, one of such is resistance to fire in Arcaina's case. Other qualities are said to exist, but no record remains. Black centaurs still exist, and are known by all as the best of the warrior race known as the centaurs. Centaurs are like humans in that they have their own lands, their own kingdoms, religion and free will. They rarely roam solo, usually moving in groups as small as 8 or more and usually only seen by outsiders in war, however some centuars, especially young ones do roam free to see the world. Usually they end up skinned.
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