Elfyria! :D

[Vale]

Armarant smiled as Meian slowly reappeared.
"Hah, I still see you that your skills have not improved over the years. Angel." The Planeswalker said, smiling as his hands began to glow blue yet again. "I would have just put you out of misery, had you not stolen it from me." Armarant spoke as he flickered forward again, rending the space around himself this time.

Flickering around, he appeared directly above Meian, as he sent himself directly down onto the Angel's back.
"Ever wonder what happens when an Angel's wings get unmade, a single atom at a time?" He asked rhetorically as Armarant grabbed onto his wings and charged them both Temporally.

Unfortunately for the Task Mage, he didn't put enough energy into them. In the blast that occured, he realized that the wings merely changed color.
"Hm, so you existed 100 years ago. I guess that means I should have sent you back 1000 instead." He spoke, as he slowly floated to the ground.

Feeling the gaze of Lorde finally reach the Planeswalker, Armarant sighed.
"Remember this moment Angel. For it will be your last." He spoke, lifting his hand as it seemed his entire arm this time was glowing with a bluish aura.

"Give my regards to your Angel King, Freyok. I believe he's the only living thing left where I'm going to send you." He spoke, as he was charging one of his most powerful strikes.


A move which could dismantle worlds if charged enough.

[kipponoui]

OOC: Haha, boom!

IC: Standing straight Meian lifted his head and looked directly at Armarant. "Now I have to thank you," the angel said, his voice seeming hollower, graver. A faint aura began to dance around him, scattering small pieces of dust. "There is a reason angels were given wings, though most assume it is for flight--however, an angel's flight is through his or her magyk, not feathers." His wings flared out, all white save for the now blackened tips. "Most angels don't even know their true reason. However," the blackened tips began to grow downwards, toward the base, "I'm one of the few who do know. These wings work like a charger of sorts." The black was about halfway down the wings. "They absorb nearby energy, storing it within the feathers, so that the angel can go on for days and even weeks of fighting without need for rest. We kept this hidden because of the great wars that would ensue, riding on the coattails of an inexhaustible warrior." The black was nearing the base of the wings. "What's more, when stored with even half its capabilities, there is enough energy to dismantle a small mountain with a single blast." The black reached the base. "What's more, given the proper amount of training and time, an angel can learn to condense the energy to store more into the wings." The wings stopped moving, as if taking inventory. "And you've just given me one hundred years' worth of energy." With a blast, the air around the angel boiled outward, shattering buildings on impacts. The angel's hair whipped wildly back as he charged forward with an almost inhuman speed, grabbing onto the voidwalker and wrapping his wings around, like a cocoon.
"Their final trick," he said, his eyes glowing wildly, "is the ability to release all of the energy at once. This is to help charge other angels' wings during time of need. It's a 50/50 on the angel's survival, as without training the body cannot handle that much output of energy. But at the same time, the blast works nicely in thinning out a crowd."
Meian closed his eyes, calming himself for what was about to happen.
He grimaced, and then all the energy was released, wrapping itself around the two.
When the dust had settled, nothing was left where they had been standing.

[Vale]

OOC: Er, did you implode Armarant? Or just Meian and the Voidwalker?

[kipponoui]

OOC: It was Armarant, but it wasn't neccessarily "implosion insta-death implosion". It was just 'boom' and then the buildings were gone and there was a giant crater in the ground. I triple-checked wording so I didn't explicity mention any wounds or anything. I figured that while Armarant can time jump (not quite effective, considering the temporal energy in the wings would take care of that problem) he can also jump around space. And he had all the energy building up. I figured there were plenty of ways to grab some damage but not die.

[Vale]

Armarant rephased the exact same position in which he was standing, and levitated back down into the crater that was made by the Fallen-Angel.
"That Angel, will surly be the death of someone. Such a pity, he was such a good toy." He spoke as he gazed around at the desolate grounds around him.

"Lorde is not going to like this....not like this at all." Armarant spoke as he began to walk out of the crater and back to his original temporal Portal in which he had.
"And where is that bitch Tellah?" He asked rhetorically as he stepped through, arriving back to where he was originally, and sealing the time seam behind him.

"Next stop, Lorde's Citadel...joy."

[Tusk]

Davean was still running when the explosion happened.
" What power, "
He said calmly as he saw the two voidwalkers that were left advancing to the group. Davean took out his mace as it lit into a bright Fire.
" Demons from the Void, Kami's will still shines bright! He will let me overcome you and the darkness you bring! "
The fire seemed to grow larger as he held on tightly to his sheild. He stood strong as the two advanced on him and let out a sigh. One swung, but was blocked by the sheild, a shield that was blessed by the high clerics of Kami, therefore the Void walker's hand was set fire. It let out a scream before Davean swung his mace right at it and caused it to burn to ash. The second was there right as he swung, but Davean was quick enough to place his sheild infront of him for protection. He muttered a word or two and the sheild shot off a powerful blast of light that brinded the Voidwalker. Davean walked to it and took it out with his mace. He stood with the ash that spread with a calm wind.
" We need to find Meian, He could be hurt. "

[Eva]

A rock tumbled towards Davean, and a small gasp was heard. A girl, probably just barely past her teen years, was edging toward the group. Her golden blonde hair and elegant clothes were unstained, unaffected in spite of the circumstances. But she herself was so scared it wouldn't matter. "Um...what's going on?" she asked. She had witnessed the whole fight and was admittedly terrified to even come near the group, but she was desperate. "I'm Dahlia Blackfire. My mother was seen in this village a few days ago, and I thought you might have seen her? I came as soon as I could..."

[Tusk]

Davean looked at Dahlia, afriad to tell her what had happened to the city. His eyes gazed to the now almost obliterated City and let out a sigh. He had no choice.
" The city was in bad shape when I came to it. I am sorry, but It seems as though the Dark desease had taken over the city and by the time I got there, "
He closed his eyes and began to mutter a few words and then opened them with relief hitting his face.
" However, I can tell you she was not in the city when the Desease broke out. She is still alive though. "
He put away his mace and sheild.
" I am sure she is safe, and I am guessing you are strong yourself seeing as how you are here unharmed and untouched by the Dark. Do you wish to join us? I am sure we can find your mother on our journey and it would be safer to travel in groups. "

[kipponoui]

Meian stepped out from the shadows between buildings, glancing about. "What happene--Oh." He said, noticing the crater. He sighed. "So, he did end up using that...." He spotted a white wing tipped black in the center of the missing ground, then to his own wingless back. "Dammit!" he swore. "Those took me forever to recreate! They were mine!" He hung his head, muttering.
Taking a deep breath, he turned to the group and smiled. "So, how are the rest...of...." his voice trailed off, eyes opening in surprise at the girl who had joined them. He marched up, staring at her from multiple angles. "What did you say your name was?"

[Eva]

Dahlia's eyes brightened and she smiled at Davean. "Thank you so much. I should come to expect such kindliness from a holy man." When Meian appeared, Dahlia instinctively backed a step away, but recovered when he asked the question. "Dahlia Blackfire. Why do you ask?" Her voice was a bit suspicious, but she knew that if someone knew your name, it usually wasn't for a good reason.

[kipponoui]

Meian tapped his forefinger to his chin, murmuring softly to himself for a few brief moments. Realising he was being waited on for an answer, he muttered "I just didn't hear you is all..."
Silence coated the angel for a few moments, broken by a clap of his hands. "Well then, I'm leaving before anyone else decides to show up." He turned and took a few steps away, before pausing and looking back. "I suggest you come to, if you've got some funny notions of victory in your minds."

[Shorik]

Shudin observed the group of people he was with. Two angels, a cleric, and a teenager with the last name Blackfire. Not exactly what Shudin had in mind when he went looking for people to help him restore the light, but these weren't normal circumstances.
"This will be interesting." the theif prince said, following the wingless angel.

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Meanwhile, Shorik had exited the temple, and was now heading to Vacardia. It was said that a weapon of Light was located there. Even if it wasn't, the people of Vacardia were known for their knowledge of Light.

After an hour of travelling, Shorik stopped for a moment to rest, and looked up at the sky. Even though Elfyria had been plunged into darkness, the moon and the stars still gave off light. The young warrior couldn't help but feel some hope upon the sight of the moon.

[Tusk]

Davean only nodded to Meian before looking at everyone else.
" I pray we are able to restore the light and heal those infected with the Darknesse. "
His eyes were somber as he spoke. He then bowed his head and began to mutter a prayer. The group would feel more energized as he spoke. It was a prayer of rejuvination and it took away any fatigue, tiredness, or anything that might slow them down. He then looked to the others after his prayer.
" Are we ready and where are we heading exactly? "

Tusk had ventured out of the woods unscathed. Whatever was in there, they did not want to mess with the half giant. It left him annoyed. He wanted a fight, but it seemed like he was not going to get it.
The Half giant walked into an open clearing where something caught his eye. It was a figure out in the grass laying down. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, but the night was making it hard to see. He put a hand on his greatsword before shouting to the thing.
" HEY YOU LAYIN ON THE GRASS! IF YOU ARE SOME INFECTED ZOMBIE PERSON GO AHEAD AND ATTACK! IF NOT, THEN WHO THE HELL ARE YA!?! "
the bluntness of a half giant was suprising to many, even giants.

[Vale]

Armarant had his new orders, he was to hunt down the Three Items of Legend and ensure that they never were to see the light of day, and they must be forever plunged into darkness and kept away from all those searching.
Following that, He was to dispatch of Meian and whoever he came in contact with. The second part of those orders were specially stipulated by Armarant. For he and the fallen-angel had many a run-ins throughout centuries. Wherever Armarant planeswalked, it seemed Meian would follow. And for once, He was going to be rid of the Angel for all eternity. With the Staff of Legend, he'd ensure that all those who stood in his way, even Lorde when the time came.

Armarant crossed his arms.
"To Vacardia..."

[kipponoui]

Meian smiled. "Rejuvie, huh?" he said, turning around slightly to see the cleric. "Been awhile since I got that one."
"Anyways, I dunno if you figured it out or not, but that dude just now," he pointed at the crater, "was Armarant. Well, the one who vanished is, anyways. The one who blew himself up was me. Emphasis on 'was' since he's no longer here." A slight chuckle broke from the angel. "Regardless, Armarant's a void walker. He can manipulate time and space, so watch out for him. And if you can make yourself exist about 6,000 years back, that would be a good idea; it'd save you a lotta worry."
Absentmindedly tracing a pattern in the air with his hands, Meian weaved a small ribbon out of a soft blue light, his eyes fading out in thought. Letting the ribbon fade, he returned his thoughts back to the group. "So anyways, that guy works for Lorde. Considering such, I wouldn't be surprised if he was called away on some such search for the Legends. I'd suggest we find them before he does.
"Luckily, I already know where they are. Well, 2 of them, at any rate. It's been a few centuries, but I think I can still find my way to 'em."
Casting out his hand, the angel opened a soft white doorway, gently knocking on the wooden door to push it open. Through the doorway, a room could be seen. Meian stepped through the doorway, looking around at the messed room. Bookshelves lined the walls, but not enough; towers of books climbed up towards the ceiling. Small paths twisted their way off the main path through the books.
"Honey, I'm home..." he muttered softly, smiling lightly.
Looking back over his shoulder at the group, Meian asked, "Well? It won't stay open forever. Oh, and don't touch anything."