10-31-2007, 11:58 AM
(Holoca)
Hahaha! So did you honestly think that after all these years I was playing chess and hopboard? My dear boy, you are sadly mistaken. If you think a measly disgrace for a human like you could ever destroy my goals, you are sadly mistaken. Look at you, you look as if you wish to wet yourself now!
AHAHAHHAHA, what a waste of bloodline! Now prepare to meet yoUR MAKER!!!!!!!!!
*Holoca extends his arm and opens his palm full force and blasts a stone wall at Galen sending him flying into the wall of a building*
(Galen)
noooOOOOOOOOOOOO. *crash* UURghh
Wow, that didn't hurt near as much as I thought it would. I might really be able to beat this guy.
*Galen summons up enough courage to charge the hellish man with all his vigor again*
(Galen)
I WON'T BE BEATEN THAT EASY!
*Galen jumps to the man's face and hits him in his jaw as hard as he can, but the effect seems useless as the man was chiseled like a brick house and it felt like Galen was hitting a brick house.*
(Holoca)
Heh..... RUAH
*Holoca punches Galen so hard that his teeth began falling from his skull. 4 to be exact. Galen doesn't seem to be moving an inch from that hit.*
(Galen)
*Mumbles incoherently*
(Holoca)
There is no chance in HELL I will be beaten. I TOLD YOU. I have trained for generations for this day!!!!
*A curious kid runs out to see the comotion. Holoca sees the child immediately and begins summoning another spell to slaughter the helpless child. The words Kal started to form, then Vas. Before he could utter Flam, Galen recognized the spell and with his last bit of energy ran and shoved the child out of the way in place of him. FLAM!!!!!!!!!* The demonic fire began to form on top of Galen. Galen knew one day he would be reunited with his conrads, but not this soon. Galens entire life flashed before his very eyes when suddenly*
(Isendur)
ENNNNNNRUAGGHHHHHH!
*Isendur appeared at the entrance of the portal and threw the very pickaxe Galen foolishly threw into the portal. It flew with impressive speed, you could even hear the wind passing by the axe as it flew straight for Holoca's chest. Holoca was to devoted to his spell before he could notice the axe intime.*
(Holoca)
Huh?! RUAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*The pickaxe seemed to swallow his chest and explode out the otherside when it made contact. Suprisingly, for a human baby, there was no blood, just sparkles of black crystal raining from the sky. The pickaxe landed somewhere not to far from the contact. The explosion was bright, even for darkness to me accumulating in a cloud to only fall again. The smell seemed to disappear little by little. It was impressive timing by the spirit. One more second and Galen would have been deader than a door.*
(Isendur)
DONT STAND THERE BOY, DESTROY THE PORTAL BEFORE VLADIMOR COMES THROUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Galen got the last bit of adrenalin to flow to his legs. The only thing he could think of was the pickaxe, the only object he used for nearly all his life, the only life he really knew. People began gathering around the large void in the space of the world, gasping in horror, not even knowing what had recently passed. Another vapor began emerging, this time with even more death surrounding the world. The feeling was almost unbearable. Galen ran to the portal as Isendur was swallowed by the death. Swining with every last drop of blood he had in his line, he never stopped, not for a second, even for breath. It was as if his life would end the moment he took just one breath, or on second to think about swining.*
(Portal)
VennsnsnsnsnnsnnsnVROOOOOOOOOOOMPH CRASH! Clannnananananan
*The portal was destroyed, exploding into giant shards of glass, razor sharp glass. The explosion literally gouged into Galen's flesh and blood was spewn everywhere.*
(Galen)
AGH!
*Galen fell to the ground and fainted*
(Galen)
Nooaa....Umph.
*The evil had been conquered, never to be seen or heard from again, but will there ever be a day that this courageous hero is needed again? If so, he will be there, along with the spirit of his ancestor.*
*Morning broke, as Galen rose up, he was spooked from the last thoughts he had, and adrenalin immediately began pumping.*
(Galen)
Ughhhhh!
*Galen still had too much soreness from the battle, but amazingly all his cuts were healed*
(Unknown)
Lie back and don't move, you need to rest as much as possible.
(Galen)
WHo ar..
(Meliena)
My name is Meliena, I'm a healer from Trisnic. You took quite a beating I must say. They sent word immediately to me saying you were dying and needed to be healed. But when I got here, all you had were bruises. I thought it was a prank, but the whole village swore by it. The Chief said your wounds healed themselves, that the apron you wore began to glow extremely bright and was to hot to get near, and once it died down, your wounds were healed.
(Galens)
I..I...
(Meliena)
Just rest. Don't speak
(Galens)
I..I...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz
*The hero slept harder than a thousand dying people ascending to their gods. He had a dream of his ancestor Isendur*
(Isendur)
Galens! Thank you so much for your heroism. I know it was a very hard task to accomplish. And I know I helped you defeat Holoca, but it was your heroism that helped destroy him. With you, there would be no Sosaria. You even destroyed the portal which Vladimor was emerging from. No one could ever thank you enough Galen. But, there is one thing I ask of you from this day until you meet your maker. I want you to never forget your ancestors and never forget why you fought for Sosaria. And lastly, always love and cherish the ones around you, get out into the world, explore it, explore the people, build a reputation for yourself so that your name will never be forgotten in history. I bid you farewell my grandson, as this will be the last time we speak until you die. And do not worry about Vladimor, he doesn't have anymore power to get through next year or ever. He is a mortal, just like you, and even his magic can not stay his death forever. He will soon die just like anyone else. Never forget what I have told you, and always make an honest living. Farewell my grandson.
(Galens)
Fare..we...ll...........
Farewell till morrow.
Hahaha! So did you honestly think that after all these years I was playing chess and hopboard? My dear boy, you are sadly mistaken. If you think a measly disgrace for a human like you could ever destroy my goals, you are sadly mistaken. Look at you, you look as if you wish to wet yourself now!
AHAHAHHAHA, what a waste of bloodline! Now prepare to meet yoUR MAKER!!!!!!!!!
*Holoca extends his arm and opens his palm full force and blasts a stone wall at Galen sending him flying into the wall of a building*
(Galen)
noooOOOOOOOOOOOO. *crash* UURghh
Wow, that didn't hurt near as much as I thought it would. I might really be able to beat this guy.
*Galen summons up enough courage to charge the hellish man with all his vigor again*
(Galen)
I WON'T BE BEATEN THAT EASY!
*Galen jumps to the man's face and hits him in his jaw as hard as he can, but the effect seems useless as the man was chiseled like a brick house and it felt like Galen was hitting a brick house.*
(Holoca)
Heh..... RUAH
*Holoca punches Galen so hard that his teeth began falling from his skull. 4 to be exact. Galen doesn't seem to be moving an inch from that hit.*
(Galen)
*Mumbles incoherently*
(Holoca)
There is no chance in HELL I will be beaten. I TOLD YOU. I have trained for generations for this day!!!!
*A curious kid runs out to see the comotion. Holoca sees the child immediately and begins summoning another spell to slaughter the helpless child. The words Kal started to form, then Vas. Before he could utter Flam, Galen recognized the spell and with his last bit of energy ran and shoved the child out of the way in place of him. FLAM!!!!!!!!!* The demonic fire began to form on top of Galen. Galen knew one day he would be reunited with his conrads, but not this soon. Galens entire life flashed before his very eyes when suddenly*
(Isendur)
ENNNNNNRUAGGHHHHHH!
*Isendur appeared at the entrance of the portal and threw the very pickaxe Galen foolishly threw into the portal. It flew with impressive speed, you could even hear the wind passing by the axe as it flew straight for Holoca's chest. Holoca was to devoted to his spell before he could notice the axe intime.*
(Holoca)
Huh?! RUAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*The pickaxe seemed to swallow his chest and explode out the otherside when it made contact. Suprisingly, for a human baby, there was no blood, just sparkles of black crystal raining from the sky. The pickaxe landed somewhere not to far from the contact. The explosion was bright, even for darkness to me accumulating in a cloud to only fall again. The smell seemed to disappear little by little. It was impressive timing by the spirit. One more second and Galen would have been deader than a door.*
(Isendur)
DONT STAND THERE BOY, DESTROY THE PORTAL BEFORE VLADIMOR COMES THROUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Galen got the last bit of adrenalin to flow to his legs. The only thing he could think of was the pickaxe, the only object he used for nearly all his life, the only life he really knew. People began gathering around the large void in the space of the world, gasping in horror, not even knowing what had recently passed. Another vapor began emerging, this time with even more death surrounding the world. The feeling was almost unbearable. Galen ran to the portal as Isendur was swallowed by the death. Swining with every last drop of blood he had in his line, he never stopped, not for a second, even for breath. It was as if his life would end the moment he took just one breath, or on second to think about swining.*
(Portal)
VennsnsnsnsnnsnnsnVROOOOOOOOOOOMPH CRASH! Clannnananananan
*The portal was destroyed, exploding into giant shards of glass, razor sharp glass. The explosion literally gouged into Galen's flesh and blood was spewn everywhere.*
(Galen)
AGH!
*Galen fell to the ground and fainted*
(Galen)
Nooaa....Umph.
*The evil had been conquered, never to be seen or heard from again, but will there ever be a day that this courageous hero is needed again? If so, he will be there, along with the spirit of his ancestor.*
*Morning broke, as Galen rose up, he was spooked from the last thoughts he had, and adrenalin immediately began pumping.*
(Galen)
Ughhhhh!
*Galen still had too much soreness from the battle, but amazingly all his cuts were healed*
(Unknown)
Lie back and don't move, you need to rest as much as possible.
(Galen)
WHo ar..
(Meliena)
My name is Meliena, I'm a healer from Trisnic. You took quite a beating I must say. They sent word immediately to me saying you were dying and needed to be healed. But when I got here, all you had were bruises. I thought it was a prank, but the whole village swore by it. The Chief said your wounds healed themselves, that the apron you wore began to glow extremely bright and was to hot to get near, and once it died down, your wounds were healed.
(Galens)
I..I...
(Meliena)
Just rest. Don't speak
(Galens)
I..I...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz
*The hero slept harder than a thousand dying people ascending to their gods. He had a dream of his ancestor Isendur*
(Isendur)
Galens! Thank you so much for your heroism. I know it was a very hard task to accomplish. And I know I helped you defeat Holoca, but it was your heroism that helped destroy him. With you, there would be no Sosaria. You even destroyed the portal which Vladimor was emerging from. No one could ever thank you enough Galen. But, there is one thing I ask of you from this day until you meet your maker. I want you to never forget your ancestors and never forget why you fought for Sosaria. And lastly, always love and cherish the ones around you, get out into the world, explore it, explore the people, build a reputation for yourself so that your name will never be forgotten in history. I bid you farewell my grandson, as this will be the last time we speak until you die. And do not worry about Vladimor, he doesn't have anymore power to get through next year or ever. He is a mortal, just like you, and even his magic can not stay his death forever. He will soon die just like anyone else. Never forget what I have told you, and always make an honest living. Farewell my grandson.
(Galens)
Fare..we...ll...........
Farewell till morrow.