Elfyria! :D

[Shorik]

Shorik did feel rejuvinated by the flame, and was grateful these people were on his side.
"Thanks." he said. His mind felt cleared up now. Sure, he didn't exactly know what was going on, but, he did know that right now was not the time to ponder it.

Shudin looked upon the growing group before him. At first he was shocked that this many peopel had survived the darkness, and were in such proximity to one another.Then, he started to think of the possibilities if he cold sway them to join his band of theives.
"Heh heh." he chuckled to himself.

The barrage of Light attacks were having their effect on Argon, for sure. However, they were doing an excellent job at raising his temper as well.
With a roaring bellow, wisps of darkness, and black flames errupted from the half-demon in every direction. it broke through the walls Davean had placed, but it did not hamr the group.

Argon stood where he had before, a slightly twisted look in his eyes. His coat was undone to reveal his demon arm. Dark energy was flowing from it.
"This is a world of Darkness!" he said, "No light can remain in this world long!"
The half-demon then raised his demon arm and opened his palm. From it, a wave of dark flames shot forth at the group.

As the flames struck Shorik, he fell back a few feet. He then began to channel whatever light energy he could find into his blade. The blade began to shine white from the reaction. Satisfied, the young man rushed to Argon, and made a jump strike with his sword.

"Argh!" the half-demon cried out, "You three got lucky this time. Next time, don't count on it."
A portal opened behind Argon as he began to walk backwards into it. Despite his loss, he was still grinning.
Amarant, I wonder how effective you'll be without a portion of your power...

[Vale]

Armarant noticed what had happened to him, Argon wasn't here to hunt him down...he was there to be his own personal tormentor.

He could feel himself slowly getting weaker, as if the Demon's tendrils were still in effect around him, still sapping his power slowly, slowly and surely, it was as if the further away Argon was, the weaker Armarant was getting.

"It seems, that there is no end to my servitude." He spoke, mostly to Shorik but also to Meian as well.
"Mei...you know just as well as I do, the two of us can never exist on the same side of the coin. Not as long as I exist in this way." he spoke, as he used his scythe to re-open the Portal that Argon opened to flea.

"Perhaps one day, Guardians, you will be the ones to free me from my servitude to the Darkness...Maybe one day." He spoke, as he stepped through the Portal arriving right next to Argon....


And right at the colossal feet of Lorde.
I exist to Serve.....

[kipponoui]

(OOC: For teh future record, Lorde is actually normal sized. Think like Des, only smarter and less blow-it-all-to-kingdom-come. xD I'll try to get a bio for him up soonish)

IC: Meian stood silently, watching the events take place. He had no reason to fear, any attacks coming towards him would lose their force after meeting his magyk.
He tittered when Armarant disappeared. "Always has to make a fuss. It's a child's lock!" he shouted, mildly annoyed, to the vacant spot the planeswalker had occupied. The angel sighed, slouching over for a few seconds.
He straightened suddenly, remembering he wasn't alone. "Andra!" he exclaimed, a smile on his face. "So glad to see you're alive and well, still!" The angel noted a few marks of dirt. "Looks like you've been having some fun."
Meian turned to Shorik. "And you, Mr. Guardian, so glad you've finally arrived! I was getting a bit annoyed with you." The angel's eyes turned a shade darker. "Took a lot of time, you did..."
He blinked, straightening up as he did so. The fleeting shadow on his face was once again replaced by the genuine smile. "But ah well, you're here now! What say you and I go on to take Lorde by storm now?" he winked.

[Shorik]

Shorik's head was stuffed with confusion. It seemed with every passign moment, there was soem new question popping into the swordman's head. If Shorik had any room for it in his mind, he'd be infuriated by the mass confusion!

"Ugh...." he sighed, "What is going on? Who are you people, and how do you know me?"

"Well..." Shudin piped up, "I certainly don't' know who the hell you are, or why you're important. I'll leave that to Meian over here. Anyways, the name is Shudin, kid."

[Tusk]

" I am Davean, Cleric of Kami. "
The Cleric said walking forward with a greating smile.
" It is nice to meet you Shorik. You fight quite well, I was impressed when you made Argon retreat. "

" Yeah, Yeah the fight was impressive. "
Tusk said with a mild annoyance. Too many people. Too much talking, not enough information on what the hell was going on.
" So anyway, what the hell just happened? I was in the city, some explosion happened, every damn thing turned old on me, you show up, fight with the guy who did this against an annoying demon looking.....thing....and now we are all greating Shorik and I have no idea what the hell is going on! "
The big man finished with a shout.
" Use simple words so I can actually understand too. I hate when people talk all smart like. I still think they are just making up words!"

[Vale]

A Spectre of Armarant was standing, or at least something that appeared to be the planeswalker was hunting more objects of light, he needed to find the Staff of Legends, he needed it. For you see, Armarant wasn't just a single being. He exists at many stages of time, in different forms, at least of different forms of the same being.

His mind had been the same one-track mind for centuries, so really any Armarant could be pulled from the past (or even the future) to exist within the present. It was one of his gifts as a planeswalker, was that several of them could in fact exist at the same time, without having a shared conscious. At least not a consecutive conscious. (The one from the future's thoughts, couldn't be shared with one from the past, however thoughts from the past can be brought to the future.)

Yet here was this Specter, a dark version of Armarant, his hair slightly turned grey and his mind far more advanced as he just flicked his wrist and began unmaking people with little work. Their minds were something he could lobotomize, but he needed answers now, quickly. They would talk, or they would die.


OOC: Alright, so Present-Armarant is with Argon. And Spectre-Armarant is actually Future-Armarant. He's been here the entire time, and he's...well, he's just a tad bit insane. As thousands, and thousands of years have gone by, and he's still no closer to finding the staff of Legends. So he's a bit crazy.

[kipponoui]

OOC: mmm, just be careful with the paradox here, trav. If, for examply, Future Armarant helps Present to gain the staff, or changes events which lead Present to the staff, Future would have the staff and would have no need to travel to the past(present), and thus eventsw wouldn't be changed and Present would not have gotten the staff.
There's a way around it, that's got something to do with multiple time threads, but I can't remember all of it right now. eh, i'll google it
Anyways, I iz be alive!

IC: Meian forced his way through the small crowd of people gathering around Shorik, pushing them back slightly. "Everyone, this is...erm..." the angel faltered, not knowing the Light Wielder's name. "Well, names were never important anyways."
He smiled, turning to Shorik and pointing at the ring. "That there is the most important thing in your life or anyone else's, got it? Don't take that thing off for any reason...not that I would expect it to be able to come off anyways." He extended his hand. "Name's Meian, divine being extraordinairre, protectorate to the Lights," he hesitated slightly before regaining his smile, "and oath-sworn educater to all Guardians, such as yourself."

[Eva]

Andra rolled her eyes and stepped forward. "Iphigenia Andromeda, call me Andra. I'm this..." she gestured to Meian, "thing's partner, if the word ever did apply. I'm the best dark-magyk user you'll find that isn't a weird, decrepit thing." she said. Andra cocked her hip and smirked. "Guardian, eh? You don't look like much to me. But I've been wrong before, albeit very few times."

To the side, Priss shuffled nervously. "Say, Dareth, I think we should high-tail it. These guys look pretty high end, maybe they won't take kindly to our type." she muttered. "And besides, this also looks like it might get kinda messy, with all of this talk about educators and guardians and stuff."

[Shorik]

While it seemed like Shorik wasn't getting much for answers to his questions, he was calming down. The people around him now felt trustworthy to some degree. They seemed to need him for some reason for another, and he could always use some allies. For now, he would join them.

Shorik looked like he was about to collapse. Shudin took note of this, and caught the young man when he began to fall down.
"Looks like the kid could use some rest." he said, "It'd be a good chance to get everyone acquainted as well."

[Tusk]

Davean walked toward Shudin and Shorik with his holy symbol in hand. He looked at the swordsman before muttering a prayer and placing a hand on his head. Once the prayer stopped, he let out a sigh as he let the warrior sleep.
" Major exaustion is all it seems to be. He did have some minor bumps and bruises but for the most part he is healed up. Just let him rest and he will be fine. "
He looked to the Half Giant who seemed to be getting angrier by the second.
" Easy big man, we are all friends here. As for what happened here, well that might be a little tricky to explain. "

[Vale]

Specter-Armarant was standing yet again, he had gained a bit of information from those still untouched by Lorde, but there was something even more vital in the realm of things at hand.

He had to protect the current Armarant. The Timeline you see, isn't linear...it's a complex series of cycles and circles are existing at a single point, and at no coinciding point. However there is a time in which the cycles disconnect and re-shunt at another point.

This point, was where the Future Armarant believed the fall of Lorde existed.
He knew however, it wasn't by his hand which Lorde would fall. It would be by these...the followers of Meian.
Perhaps then, he would work...from the shadows to help them along their path.

[kipponoui]

OOC: "followers of Meian" xD I liek it.
ANyways, really short post following, mainly intended to jumpstart

IC: Meian retracted his hand as the warrior fell back and dozed off. "Well..." he said, slightly laughing, "hafta admit, didn't expect someone so young and...untrained..."
The angel smiled slightly as his eyes unfocused, a state he remained in for a brief moment before shaking it off and turning to Andra. "So, m'dear, what've you been up to?"

[Vale]

OOC: Time to cast the card to speed this up for a quickie. Kyle if you've a problem with it, let me know.

IC:
Argon and Armarant were standing at what appeared to be a forest shrine.
"Argon...let's do this first my way. It's been reported that this is a shrine hosting one of the Legendary Weapons of Light. And You know Lorde's stance on such things." Armarant spoke to the Half-Demon next to him.

At least with the demon, he could have conversation, the void-walkers from before were never much fun, let alone anything exciting.
"The Monks are Trained in Light Magic to such a degree brute force won't be possible from the outside. So let's go in and deal with things....alright?" Armarant finished as he manifested his Temporal Scythe and took a few steps forwards.

"Coming?"


The Older Spectre quickly manifested, almost like a shade infront of Meian and the others.
"Meian....it's been ages. And As much as I'd like to address you as your title in my realm, I have word....Lorde's Forces have reached the Shrine of Light in Northern Elfyria. In the Province of Pendelhaven. You know what exists there. So I might suggest on heading there." He spoke, vanishing just as quickly as he came.

[Shorik]

Argon chuckled as he walked to Amarant's side.
"Cut the crap." he said, "I know you want that staff for yourself. Or at least not for Lorde. You were a traitor, after all..."
The half-demon summoned his broadsword to his hand, and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.
"Under normal circumstances.." he said, "I would be obliged to kill you right on the spot if I suspected you had motives of your own... However, I find you interesting. So, for that reason, and a few others, I won't kill you."

He then walked up a few steps before turning around, and saying, "I say we make this interesting, though. First one to the prize wins it, for whatever motives. Deal?"

[kipponoui]

OOC: otay, this post is just to let everyone know that I *am* alive, albeit with a ton of life troubles. xD Anyways, I've got a post I'm working on. It's saved in word, being that I haven't finished yet and it's 2 in the morning >.<
I'll post in a few hours~