Fantasy Roleplaying

Noname · **Reply #7660 on:** March 08, 2010, 10:42:31 PM

"Arianne" had fallen to the ground. Whoever, whatever she was, she was angry now. This wasn't supposed to be a difficult mission. Looking up, she could see Eriol above her, also angry, and violent. She knew of his curse, that of the Dha'ar. It made his family violent to the point of being murderous.

Luckily, she had one advantage. Since this was not really his mate, the being was not bound by the same rules as her kind. Panther gaeans were not "in season" for mating at this time, but this creature could emit pheromones even now, hoping to take Eriol's mind off of violence. "Would you really harm a female who smells like this?" She asked him, blasting out pheromones artificially. "Admit it, our kind lives for times like this, when we can breed. Everything else is but a means to that end. You can still join me with Dememoras if you just give up the fight now. Otherwise, this will be nasty."

Chiletrek · **Reply #7661 on:** March 08, 2010, 10:53:11 PM

Eriol began feeling the pheromones, that and his doubts to attack her begin affecting him, but he is not like all Panthers... or like any other Gaean - "Don't dare to understimate me." - he was angry, really angry, he even began ignoring the pain caused by the attack on his chest and stomach and he began walking towards her, his eyes were fixed on hers.

But the worst part came now, as he noticed that "she" no longer shows any signs of pregnancy. - "I will make you pay, witch." - That term was been used very offensively since she was (or pretended to be) a mage. The curse she was referring to began to take over him, more than the pheromones she is emitting.

Noname · **Reply #7662 on:** March 08, 2010, 10:56:45 PM

"Arianne" realized that his killer instinct was stronger than his mating instinct. There was only one way to do this; by force. Even the sight and smell of his mate would not calm him down, especially because he realized, this was not really his female. "Alright, Eriol, you want to do this the hard way? We shall!" The female panther flipped backwards and sprang to her feet.

Summoning her magic, she blew the pheromones into his face, hoping that it would distract him. It had a physical reaction, as she could see, but Eriol was not deterred mentally, so he kept advancing on her.

Chiletrek · **Reply #7663 on:** March 08, 2010, 11:05:00 PM

"So, this is all you got, fake?" - Eriol said as he began grinning evilly. - "For someone who said knew all my secrets you are truly disappointing me." - he didn't even bothered to get a weapon or his armor, for the look on his face, he is wanting to fight with his bare hands.

He walked and stopped right in front of her. - "If you truly know me, then why I am still alive or, at least, conscious?" - surprisingly, he waited for her reaction, even though he could just attack her, but he is still keeping in mind about "her" wind powers.

Noname · **Reply #7664 on:** March 08, 2010, 11:13:35 PM

"I would knock you unconscious, if I could figure out how!" The being posing as Arianne sent a gust of wind from behind the male panther, sending him forward, as the female kicked him in the head! Eriol wasn't knocked out, but it slowed him somewhat. Now it was time for him to act, and for "Arianne" to avoid the attack.

Outside, things were still calm. No one noticed a pair of nearly clothesless panthers fighting it out in an abandoned house.

Chiletrek · **Reply #7665 on:** March 08, 2010, 11:25:58 PM

Eriol shook his head. - "Ok, that was a good move, my dear." - He is again been sarcastically as he said that. he stood up again. As he did that he grabbed two rubbles from the debris of the destroyed house he and his opponent are; He then sprinted, throwing one of the rubbles, but she easily dodged it. But just as "Arianne" started a new spell, Eriol threw the second piece of rubble, making her to fail the attack.

When that happened, Eriol stopped only after his right fist reached "her" face. He saw her fall to his left after a very painful strike. - "Do you have any idea of the pain I am feeling right now?. The pain you have from my punch is just like tickles compared to what you have been doing all these months." - he didn't move from his position this time, but he never took his sight away from "her".

Noname · **Reply #7666 on:** March 08, 2010, 11:43:02 PM

"Arianne" looked up at Eriol. She lay on her back, with the angry male still standing near her. "You want pain, Eriol? I'll give you some!" With that, she bounded up off of the ground and kicked Eriol between his legs before he could react. Then "Arianne" summoned a wind to lift up some rubble, before directing it at the male panther.

Eriol had only a moment to react before he would be hit by the debris...

Chiletrek · **Reply #7667 on:** March 09, 2010, 12:03:52 AM

Eriol was fast, but not fast enough due to the sneak attack he just sufered. Still, he was able to dodge many of the incoming debris, but not all of them. The debirs plus the gust made him fall some meters behind of his previous position, making him fall heavily.

He was able to stand up, using his left hand to help him as he used his right hand to clean some blood coming from his mouth. - "I am impressed, for a fake you are strong." - he said trying to taunt her so she can lose some control diue to the anger "she" is already feeling. But Eriol is injured, as there is blood coming from his arms, legs and torso due to the impacts he suffered. - "if you want me, como and get me, Copy." - he said with a grin. ignoring the pain he began running in circles around "her", the circle is as big as the distance from her, to the point she made him fall, some 5 meters radius. That way it is difficult for "Arianne" to make a successful attack. He finally took enough speed to make a big jump towards her, joining both hands he punched her, hard. As she fell down a couple of meters away, he is hoping that would be enough to stop "her".

Noname · **Reply #7668 on:** March 11, 2010, 12:13:44 AM

"Arianne" used her wind magic to summon a concentrated gale of wind, pushing Eriol back. By now, neither panther was badly hurt, although both of them were sore and tired. "Eriol, what are you trying to accomplish? You trying to kill me? Knock me out? Make me pay for offering you a life of ease with me in Dememoras's court?!"

Eriol did not see that behind him, the being posing as Arianne was raising one of his swords using a column of air. Her power over the winds was great, and she could even use them to hold items aloft.

Chiletrek · **Reply #7669 on:** March 11, 2010, 12:45:42 AM

Eriol lowered his guard for a moment. - "I refuse the offer because I understood everything now... I fell in this trap like if I was a kid or something, and that is because of my curse... Dememoras got to know about it and sent you to take advantage of it... because he knew how I would fell so fond about you that you could easily numb my killing instincts. Like if you were the real Arianne." - he paused for a second. - "You look like her, you have her scent... but you are not her."

"I cannot kill you, please, don't make me kill you." - he looked directly at her eyes again. - "You can leave now and I'll invent a story to the others, I could tell them you had a glorious death, so they will not hate you... like I am hating you know."

Noname · **Reply #7670 on:** March 11, 2010, 12:50:58 AM

"You poor kitty. Not only I am not Arianne, I'm not even a Gaean. I don't know what you know about mimics, but that is what I am; an asexual clay construct with power to replicate anyone's appearance and abilities within a certain range. I was sent to read your memories as you slept, and created a perfect replica of your mate. Oh, and that child you thought you begat on me? Never real? Our love? Fake. All those times I was nice to you? Trickery. Dememoras has many more like me, so even if I perish, I can be replaced."

It was all clear now, plain as day. Her words sank into the warrior. Tricked. Fooled. Lied to.

Chiletrek · **Reply #7671 on:** March 11, 2010, 01:08:47 AM

Arianne... no, a mimic, a copy has spoken. All the moments they've spent together were nothing but a lie, everything was turn into nothing. For that fraction of a second, Eriol life became a void as he felt so used. After that fraction of a second, the male Panther closed his fists together and he bared his teeth... what was shock, it became anger, no... it was more than that, he was mad, beyond all rage.

"You are... nothing, you were always nothing and I'll make sure you'll return to be what you really are... NOTHING!." - Eriol then roared, the strongest roar he has ever made, he then looked at the mimic, his eyes were filled with rage as he began running towards her, baring his hand claws and aiming for it's neck. - "DIE!!!!"

Noname · **Reply #7672 on:** March 11, 2010, 01:12:10 AM

"You first, Eriol!" With that, the sword behind the panther hurtled towards him, powered by the wind spell cast by the mimic. The deadly blade drew closer and closer to the warrior, and it seemed for an instant that time was slowing down. The sound of the wind breaking against the blade could be heard by Eriol's sensitive ears...

... and far away, a female archmage was watching the battle with close attention. Every fraction of a second was critical...

Chiletrek · **Reply #7673 on:** March 11, 2010, 01:20:25 AM

Eriol was running to what appeared was blind rage but, at one second, his mind snapped clear and heard a strong wind coming from behind, it was not air from inside the house because it's walls were still stable enough, so it must have been....

He was less than two meters away from the Mimic but Eriol, instead of using his right foot to impulse himself and keep running, he used it to quickly move to his right. It was then when he saw his blade and realized that he was barely able to evade it.

Noname · **Reply #7674 on:** March 11, 2010, 01:26:37 AM

The sword headed swiftly for "Arianne." The mimic was still on the ground, but could see the blade, it was all she could to to spring up to "her" feet before it hit her, impaling her through the chest!

The false panther gaean writhed in pain, then fell to the ground, still thrashing about for a couple of minutes before finally stiffening. Then, in a matter of seconds, the beautiful, graceful form of Arianne melted away, to reveal a clay humanoid with no hair, no skin, and no face save for a pair of glowing green eyes, which soon ceased glowing and the mimic finally expired. There were no last words.

Chiletrek · **Reply #7675 on:** March 11, 2010, 01:45:06 AM

Eriol stood up after jumping to evade the blade and slowly went to the place the Mimic expired. He was there in silence for some moments before getting his blade, that was on the ground.

He began walking to where his armor and the rest of his clothing were, but he then turned his face again to the place that thing died, he sighed before returning his head back to where he is going. After some moments, he was ready to leave that house. - "This would surely affect the honor of a warrior, to feel as used as I am feeling right now. But I am an assassin, I have no honor." - That was only half true, as he remembered that he left his life of assassin when he met Arianne, the real Arianne and that he had a child with her: Isaac. But until he manages to get back to his son again, he may be forced to be an assassin again... until this war against the demon Dememoras is over.

But he just sighed just before he left the house and as he looked up to where the Sun is. - "Dememoras lost a weapon, so I guess he'll strike in earniest now, we are all so screwed." - He thought as he made a sarcastic smile, and he began walking the streets of Minbenthac, he may get to find the others.

Nick22 · **Reply #7676 on:** March 13, 2010, 11:32:36 PM

ilsa sat down on a bench in Minna's palace. she munched from a basket of grapes that sat on the table beside her.. her husband Margas was elsewhere, probably having his armor cleaned and polished.. she figured..
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Quite a battle eh?' Minna said looking at her as she entered the room. "we barely survived..
_ Its not over though' Ilsa said heavily " there are still thousands of enemies outside those walls..if anything this is like the calm in the middle of the storm.. How is lucien holding up..
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Alright.. I just saw him walking around a little bit ago.. strange how this is now my castle.. technically Lucien's since females can't own property" Minna replied, she looked tired.. "we're heading back out in a few minutes, rest up while you can' she said, patting her friend on the shoulder then turning and leaving the room.

Noname · **Reply #7677 on:** March 13, 2010, 11:50:12 PM

Lucien entered the room, still wearing his armor. He had seen a healer for the injuries he had sustain in battle, but still had a bit of a limp. Regardless, he would go back into battle as soon as the violence began again. He was quite surprised to see the females taking a most unusual break in the middle of a conflict which could decide the fate of his city, so he had to be firm with them.

"Girls! What are you doing?! This fight isn't over yet! We have no time to relax in here! Minna, I know you are my one and only wife for the time being, so it is as your husband that I tell you to come with me to get back out there! Come on!"

Nick22 · **Reply #7678 on:** March 14, 2010, 12:10:06 AM

we were just recuperating' Minna replied as she walked past him and headed towards the palace enterence 'But you do have a point Lucien.. lead the way.." she added as Margas entered the room his armor was cleaner, but still bore some scratches and dents ' Girls! now's not the time to rest! The final assault could be coming at any time! we must get back to the walls" He looked at Lucien and shook his head as he caught up to him "Females he muttered "Love em.. but they are strange creatures.."
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marcus looked over at Rhiga from the doorway. he had been watching the door for the past half hour.. a tension gripped his movements
_ come on in Marcus1 starring at the door like that makes both your father and I nervous" his mother said from the table, where she and Marcus' father and taken to munching on some small snacks that were in a small jar on the counter near the table. periodically his mother would carefully stroke the egg on the table, which contained her unborn grandchild.

Noname · **Reply #7679 on:** March 14, 2010, 12:19:10 AM

Rhiga looked out of the house. It was still quiet. Too quiet.

"Marcus, my love. What do you think is going on? Why would they just stop?" Truth was, events were no longer in Rhiga's hands. Nothing she could do would make things go any quicker.

The matter was brought to a head, though. The one who had acted as a beacon for the demonbred army was knocked out of commission. The mimic who had pretended to be "Arianne" was gone, and with it, so was the general for that army. Its thoughts no longer gave orders to the horde, so the demonbred no longer advanced. Without any provocations, they simply would not attack in their current, calm state.