Post by The Librarian on Jul 9, 2016 19:53:41 GMT -7
17:28:49 Sardis subtle vibrations in the fabric of space and time would ripple above the coliseum. As the boundary between the planes flexed and cracked, a small speck of light would appear composed of pure positive energy. The speck grew as more energy flooded in from the plane, seeming to be a miniature universe unto itself with stars and planets spinning in it's minuscule yet infinite depths. The light began to grow rabidly pulling energy directly from the bonds of the air around it as they broke and glowing brighter as it shifted into a form reminiscent of a seven sided star of pure light. The points began to lengthen taking new forms as legs, arms, a head, and finally two metallic wings emerged from that light. Sardis stepped forward from realm of positive energy into the material plane. His sapphire eyes surveyed the arena with an apathetic glance. There were others here at the moment, one he recognized on some level, but the figure appeared to be occupied. <c>
17:28:58 Sardis Those bladed wings would twitch slightly as the figure descended into the pit. Those wings appeared to heavy to keep the figure aloft, but he floated still. He touched down softly, his feet not even making an indentation in the dirt of the arena. There would be others here soon, perhaps then he could find the challenge he needed. His skills had grown lax since his last turn in this realm, and he must remove the 'rust' from those bladed wings before presenting himself once again to those he had once called brother.
17:30:15 [-§§-Ill] Go into the water.. Or the spilt blood of the victorious and the fallen, in this case. It seemed the Orphan always required a former lifeforce to manifest itself, to simply be. Or perhaps, he reflected the mere preference to be artistic in his destruction and creation, something evident in the beauty of the living, the ugliness of the dead and dismembered. The sands of the Coliseum pulsed with his heartbeat, and the minds eye of the avatar parted those sybolized eyelids as essense flooded the air, painting the scene in the mentality. Crimson seperated from the amber sands, cascading upwards in a defiance of gravity. It clawed upwards, finally exploding outward and covering the dirt in fresh, living plasma. What was left was the form of a gargantuan of a man, a towering creature clad in what seemed to be nightfall. The betrayer, Illimus. Calloused digits were brought to the hood, and he removed it to reveal his features. Once blinded oculi stared outwards, allseeing, falling onto the form of this--
17:30:31 [-§§-Ill] one who lingered before he. "Who the fuck are you?" masked psionics inquired, the lips of the creature remaining stationary as he manipulated the soundwaves to present the question. Live there, die there!
17:38:20 Sardis bladed wings twitched in a chiming chorus, faint to the ear yet a shout to the spirit of those around the arena. This one was prepared, expectant. His energy at his presence being here once again was barely contained behind the smirk that painted his features, the glint of death and life in his eye. Yes, there was the one, another to test his mettle against and prove hopefully to himself and others that he could once again walk this realm, trackless in his footsteps yet remembered in his wake. If this one had possessed a heart, it would certainly have beat for the arrival of this other being. Those sapphire orbs came to rest finally on Illimus, consecrated energy flaring behind those lenses with barely contained exuberance. Another slight twitch of those bladed wings would send ripples through the air of the coliseum, carrying this angelic one's reply inexoribly forward. “I am he who was banished yet not demonized. I am he who twists fate with a blade. I am Sardis, the fate weaver.”
17:50:50 [-§§-Ill] Obsidian locks shifted, falling onto the shoulder of the right side of this exquisite being as he shifted the cranium, his head now cocked to the side in stunned amazement. His questioning had been moreso rhetorical, atleast to himself whether the emulated tone seemed an inquiry or not. Molten earth beneath the appeared leather coverings about the feet crumbled, trickling downward into a chasm beneath as Illimus expelled the heat from about him, a smile now enacting itself over the sharpened features as chaotic hues stared out in snowy coloration, incisor and canine revealed as the tongue took movement, but it were merely a facade, this creature had no lungs, was incapable of breathing, and hardly needed it. Still, word fluttered audibly shortly after the reply of this. . .angel? Yes, angel, or whatever it might be. No matter, "You were," he stated, "but no more," he finished, and with the word those distorted yet so powerful psionics lashed out, spraying the molten liquidy earth the Reaver had so--
17:51:01 [-§§-Ill] courteously supplied all about the form before the levitating, bored Orphan, this molten stuff spraying in all directions about him, seeking that inward point that was the physical being on this corporeal plane.
18:03:50 Sardis yes this one had answered the question. Perhaps it was a small sense of honor, more likely he just felt like being up front and answering the other being's misguided inquisitive comment. It appeared however that this was not going to be anything like a cordial affair. So be it, Sardis was prepared to take this encounter in any direction it deigned to go. He wore many weapons, great blades, small blades, and a bladed chain. But none compared to the deadliness of his greatest blades, his wings. Living metal of positive origin, each feather a blade, each blade a point connected to the threads of reality. In the onslaught of molten terra, one of those bladed winges enclosed the figure. Those blades plucking the threads around him like an expert weaver subtly changing the pattern of a tapestry. The first vibration, though subtle, was the simple matter releasing the heat from around him, drawing it from that molten earth at such speeds that the exchange would cause it to shatter into dust. <c>
18:04:03 Sardis The second vibration would tap the thread of Illimus's psionic lashing, encasing Sardis's mind in a font of unadulterated positive energy that would flood back across the link the other individual had tried creating. In small amounts, positive energy could give life and heal injury, in larger amounts it was deadlier than fire, a fire writhing along that open link to Illimus' mind.
18:22:17 [-§§-Ill] Open link? Hardly. In truth, the psionics were simply the tool to spray such quantities of that lava towards Sardis, and had never even come into something considered contact with the opposing warrior. No matter, if Sardis would attempt to send those shuddering masses of positivity up the psionic tendrils that were, at the moment, withdrawing back to the mentality of the creature who had sent them out, he would find himself the target of his own efforts. Retracting psionics would surely lead these destructive energies directly back to Illimus and destroy him, if but for one simple fact; Illimus was entirely aware of the powers at hand here tracing the pathway back to his mind simply due to the fact that these were his roads. Consumed energies would match the speed of the positivity engulfing it, taking what one might consider a detour on the road back to Illimus. The racing psionics and pursuing positive energies were headed directly back towards Sardis. In simplicity, no transfer could be exactly--
18:22:19 [-§§-Ill] instantaneous, therefore, with a mentality that operated at near light speeds Illimus was completely aware of those positive energies that had been sent to end him, for they traversed the paths that his mentality, and his mentality alone, knew the direct pathway through. They were simply too distorted and crisscrossed to offer anything except a maze. Due to the abundance of direction any intruder might take, which was inevitable, it might take quite a while for Illimus to be ended mentally. At any rate, the psionics that were the assumed route to victory were now simply outrunning the positive powers and leading them directly back to Sardis. Illimus was returning the package to the sender.
18:33:02 Sardis simple attack really. It was no surprise that the positive energy feedback hadn't worked on Illimus. Though it had served to give Sardis valuable information in this fight. As for the package returning to its sender. Sardis had entered this plane through the positive energy plane. He was a being composed primarily of such energy. It was easy enough to subvert and turn into something else. It was time to try something else. Those bladed wings twitched once more, pulling that positive energy back along the lines faster than Illimus had sent it. Each thread of positive energy charged, was fashioned like a blade and sent out once again. This time they avoided the cerebral, that which housed psionics. Instead those blades went for different targets. The first blade skirted the boundaries of the soul, tracing along the Etheral plane in searching to sever the link between Illimus and his soul, if there was one. The second blade cut to the phantom plane, searching for any link between Illimus and the spirit.
19:10:40 [-§§-Ill] Games, really. Whereas a less complex being might be twarted by such antics, Illimus, like this one, was completely aware of his own planal existences and defenses would be enacted as they had been before, as the combatants played such a lethal game of catch. If there had been time for physical action, the physical puppet may have tilted that pallid face backwards and let out a torrent of laughter, but the same might be said for Sardis. Anyway, when the positive energies had entered the pathways of the Orphan they had been recognized as positives. Thus, this being with his multiplanal awareness would realize another attempt at his life and create the defense, as unsimply as he might do it. While it was possible for him to simply summon forth negative energies from his myriad of abilities, he would do it in a more complex manner. Along with being multiplanal, moreover, he was multidimensional. Amongst those parallels lie the negative energies that would surely twart these positives and create a--
19:10:43 [-§§-Ill] cataclysmic explosion of two opposites colliding, and rather from simply drawing upon the energies of this dimension they fought on, Illimus drew them from elsewhere. He was simply flexing. As if a plane might shepherd individuals across continents, Illimus would draw from one dimension to this one and present his answer and send it forth, and just as expected, every action has a reaction, and two polar opposites collided on both planes and the ensuing chaos would surely envelop both of these two, just to spice things up, more negativity was summoned and reached out towards Sardis in an effort to wipe three of his planal entities away and surely spell his demise. As for Illimus' reaction to the cataclysmic explosion? His spirit and soul would rip a fortified wall of his own will to protect himself. What exactly would Sardis do, though?
19:22:18 Sardis those blades raced forward ever intent on their targets, and were summarily met with blasts of negative energy, resulting in explosions of opposites and removing both negative and positive presence at once, essentially setting the board in those planes back to zero. Sardis had expected this. When he was using so much positive energy, it was any intelligent being's first idea to retaliate with negative energy, letting the opposites destroy one another. As for the the negative energy that was summoned on the prime material, Sardis would react in kind. A bladed feather from each wing would gouge the air before him, causing a slice in the planes large enough to pull a positive entity through in the path of that negative energy. The other blades on Sardis' wings would twitch, sending massive vibrations in Ill's direction. The first effect of these vibrations would be to funnel the force of the negative/postive cancellation in the other man's direction. <c>
19:22:42 Sardis The second effect would become apparent as the vibrations concentrated around Ill and that energy. If effective, these vibrations would cause voids to form between the threads of reality, dropping Illimus and that canceling blast into a pocket plane that would quickly devour itself when it became devoid of any means to keep itself stable.
17:28:58 Sardis Those bladed wings would twitch slightly as the figure descended into the pit. Those wings appeared to heavy to keep the figure aloft, but he floated still. He touched down softly, his feet not even making an indentation in the dirt of the arena. There would be others here soon, perhaps then he could find the challenge he needed. His skills had grown lax since his last turn in this realm, and he must remove the 'rust' from those bladed wings before presenting himself once again to those he had once called brother.
17:30:15 [-§§-Ill] Go into the water.. Or the spilt blood of the victorious and the fallen, in this case. It seemed the Orphan always required a former lifeforce to manifest itself, to simply be. Or perhaps, he reflected the mere preference to be artistic in his destruction and creation, something evident in the beauty of the living, the ugliness of the dead and dismembered. The sands of the Coliseum pulsed with his heartbeat, and the minds eye of the avatar parted those sybolized eyelids as essense flooded the air, painting the scene in the mentality. Crimson seperated from the amber sands, cascading upwards in a defiance of gravity. It clawed upwards, finally exploding outward and covering the dirt in fresh, living plasma. What was left was the form of a gargantuan of a man, a towering creature clad in what seemed to be nightfall. The betrayer, Illimus. Calloused digits were brought to the hood, and he removed it to reveal his features. Once blinded oculi stared outwards, allseeing, falling onto the form of this--
17:30:31 [-§§-Ill] one who lingered before he. "Who the fuck are you?" masked psionics inquired, the lips of the creature remaining stationary as he manipulated the soundwaves to present the question. Live there, die there!
17:38:20 Sardis bladed wings twitched in a chiming chorus, faint to the ear yet a shout to the spirit of those around the arena. This one was prepared, expectant. His energy at his presence being here once again was barely contained behind the smirk that painted his features, the glint of death and life in his eye. Yes, there was the one, another to test his mettle against and prove hopefully to himself and others that he could once again walk this realm, trackless in his footsteps yet remembered in his wake. If this one had possessed a heart, it would certainly have beat for the arrival of this other being. Those sapphire orbs came to rest finally on Illimus, consecrated energy flaring behind those lenses with barely contained exuberance. Another slight twitch of those bladed wings would send ripples through the air of the coliseum, carrying this angelic one's reply inexoribly forward. “I am he who was banished yet not demonized. I am he who twists fate with a blade. I am Sardis, the fate weaver.”
17:50:50 [-§§-Ill] Obsidian locks shifted, falling onto the shoulder of the right side of this exquisite being as he shifted the cranium, his head now cocked to the side in stunned amazement. His questioning had been moreso rhetorical, atleast to himself whether the emulated tone seemed an inquiry or not. Molten earth beneath the appeared leather coverings about the feet crumbled, trickling downward into a chasm beneath as Illimus expelled the heat from about him, a smile now enacting itself over the sharpened features as chaotic hues stared out in snowy coloration, incisor and canine revealed as the tongue took movement, but it were merely a facade, this creature had no lungs, was incapable of breathing, and hardly needed it. Still, word fluttered audibly shortly after the reply of this. . .angel? Yes, angel, or whatever it might be. No matter, "You were," he stated, "but no more," he finished, and with the word those distorted yet so powerful psionics lashed out, spraying the molten liquidy earth the Reaver had so--
17:51:01 [-§§-Ill] courteously supplied all about the form before the levitating, bored Orphan, this molten stuff spraying in all directions about him, seeking that inward point that was the physical being on this corporeal plane.
18:03:50 Sardis yes this one had answered the question. Perhaps it was a small sense of honor, more likely he just felt like being up front and answering the other being's misguided inquisitive comment. It appeared however that this was not going to be anything like a cordial affair. So be it, Sardis was prepared to take this encounter in any direction it deigned to go. He wore many weapons, great blades, small blades, and a bladed chain. But none compared to the deadliness of his greatest blades, his wings. Living metal of positive origin, each feather a blade, each blade a point connected to the threads of reality. In the onslaught of molten terra, one of those bladed winges enclosed the figure. Those blades plucking the threads around him like an expert weaver subtly changing the pattern of a tapestry. The first vibration, though subtle, was the simple matter releasing the heat from around him, drawing it from that molten earth at such speeds that the exchange would cause it to shatter into dust. <c>
18:04:03 Sardis The second vibration would tap the thread of Illimus's psionic lashing, encasing Sardis's mind in a font of unadulterated positive energy that would flood back across the link the other individual had tried creating. In small amounts, positive energy could give life and heal injury, in larger amounts it was deadlier than fire, a fire writhing along that open link to Illimus' mind.
18:22:17 [-§§-Ill] Open link? Hardly. In truth, the psionics were simply the tool to spray such quantities of that lava towards Sardis, and had never even come into something considered contact with the opposing warrior. No matter, if Sardis would attempt to send those shuddering masses of positivity up the psionic tendrils that were, at the moment, withdrawing back to the mentality of the creature who had sent them out, he would find himself the target of his own efforts. Retracting psionics would surely lead these destructive energies directly back to Illimus and destroy him, if but for one simple fact; Illimus was entirely aware of the powers at hand here tracing the pathway back to his mind simply due to the fact that these were his roads. Consumed energies would match the speed of the positivity engulfing it, taking what one might consider a detour on the road back to Illimus. The racing psionics and pursuing positive energies were headed directly back towards Sardis. In simplicity, no transfer could be exactly--
18:22:19 [-§§-Ill] instantaneous, therefore, with a mentality that operated at near light speeds Illimus was completely aware of those positive energies that had been sent to end him, for they traversed the paths that his mentality, and his mentality alone, knew the direct pathway through. They were simply too distorted and crisscrossed to offer anything except a maze. Due to the abundance of direction any intruder might take, which was inevitable, it might take quite a while for Illimus to be ended mentally. At any rate, the psionics that were the assumed route to victory were now simply outrunning the positive powers and leading them directly back to Sardis. Illimus was returning the package to the sender.
18:33:02 Sardis simple attack really. It was no surprise that the positive energy feedback hadn't worked on Illimus. Though it had served to give Sardis valuable information in this fight. As for the package returning to its sender. Sardis had entered this plane through the positive energy plane. He was a being composed primarily of such energy. It was easy enough to subvert and turn into something else. It was time to try something else. Those bladed wings twitched once more, pulling that positive energy back along the lines faster than Illimus had sent it. Each thread of positive energy charged, was fashioned like a blade and sent out once again. This time they avoided the cerebral, that which housed psionics. Instead those blades went for different targets. The first blade skirted the boundaries of the soul, tracing along the Etheral plane in searching to sever the link between Illimus and his soul, if there was one. The second blade cut to the phantom plane, searching for any link between Illimus and the spirit.
19:10:40 [-§§-Ill] Games, really. Whereas a less complex being might be twarted by such antics, Illimus, like this one, was completely aware of his own planal existences and defenses would be enacted as they had been before, as the combatants played such a lethal game of catch. If there had been time for physical action, the physical puppet may have tilted that pallid face backwards and let out a torrent of laughter, but the same might be said for Sardis. Anyway, when the positive energies had entered the pathways of the Orphan they had been recognized as positives. Thus, this being with his multiplanal awareness would realize another attempt at his life and create the defense, as unsimply as he might do it. While it was possible for him to simply summon forth negative energies from his myriad of abilities, he would do it in a more complex manner. Along with being multiplanal, moreover, he was multidimensional. Amongst those parallels lie the negative energies that would surely twart these positives and create a--
19:10:43 [-§§-Ill] cataclysmic explosion of two opposites colliding, and rather from simply drawing upon the energies of this dimension they fought on, Illimus drew them from elsewhere. He was simply flexing. As if a plane might shepherd individuals across continents, Illimus would draw from one dimension to this one and present his answer and send it forth, and just as expected, every action has a reaction, and two polar opposites collided on both planes and the ensuing chaos would surely envelop both of these two, just to spice things up, more negativity was summoned and reached out towards Sardis in an effort to wipe three of his planal entities away and surely spell his demise. As for Illimus' reaction to the cataclysmic explosion? His spirit and soul would rip a fortified wall of his own will to protect himself. What exactly would Sardis do, though?
19:22:18 Sardis those blades raced forward ever intent on their targets, and were summarily met with blasts of negative energy, resulting in explosions of opposites and removing both negative and positive presence at once, essentially setting the board in those planes back to zero. Sardis had expected this. When he was using so much positive energy, it was any intelligent being's first idea to retaliate with negative energy, letting the opposites destroy one another. As for the the negative energy that was summoned on the prime material, Sardis would react in kind. A bladed feather from each wing would gouge the air before him, causing a slice in the planes large enough to pull a positive entity through in the path of that negative energy. The other blades on Sardis' wings would twitch, sending massive vibrations in Ill's direction. The first effect of these vibrations would be to funnel the force of the negative/postive cancellation in the other man's direction. <c>
19:22:42 Sardis The second effect would become apparent as the vibrations concentrated around Ill and that energy. If effective, these vibrations would cause voids to form between the threads of reality, dropping Illimus and that canceling blast into a pocket plane that would quickly devour itself when it became devoid of any means to keep itself stable.