World of Magic

[Barzillal]

Hurin looked in awe as the flame emitted now resembles a woman, he had to admit she is really beautiful her features were that of an angel but the heat that the she-flame is devilry as its best.

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It howevered up and embraced the masked man, Hurin stood there shaking as he tries to grasp the current situation. He is certain he would be defeated. But his pride was great and stout as well, he drew out his sword and faced him for a fight.
The masked man extended his hand and flame came from his hand smearing the entire place. The flame was sliversih as they say the lighter the flame is the hoter it getss...
Hurin faced the man and charged into the mask man

[Nebuchadnezzar]

****Flame Weavers***


The masked man was quick he swerved sideways as Hurin was about to deliver the blow. The masked man then appeared as if for a blink of an eye manifested his evil but strong prescence.
The man threatingly choke Hurin by the throat as he felt a silent laughter that emitted from the masked man's body.

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He tried to hack the masked man's arms but to no avail as it wont even budge. It stood there gnawing the very life of him. His comrades he noticed were slowly diminishing as the orcs brutally slaughtered the remaining of the party.
This was not the end he pictured. His end he thought would be peaceful and not by the hand of an enemy but of age and time, he has yet to discover things of himself that the Counsell had hidden, there were things that he needed to know and things he would want to do... He refused to die... and he wont die... forming that resolve he fought back against futility and folly. Threateningly the she-flame hovered behind her master as the masked man cruelly castrated the very breathe left in his body.
A voice whisppered into his ears... he thought that this must be in death's threshold as he is now beginning to hear voices...
"Call us...our names will be your means to survive... the current state you are now... has little chance to survive against this man... Hurin son of Turin.."
Hurin saw dragons, they were huge and they were flame dragons...

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"We are you flames.... call us...."
Amazingly Hurin got out from the clutches of the mask man, he leapt high enough and far enough for him to be safe. Slowly he regained his composure as he tried to take in every breath
A woman's voice echoed in his head... saying "Call me Lord and I will abide..."
He inhaled deeply as he continued closing his eyes, the masked man was unexpectedely patient enough to wait...
he then extended his arms and made a movement in his fingers

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"Nadare!" Hurin called
A huge amount of fireball then formed in his arms. The masked man looked unbaffled but he did feel his aura somehow diminshed into a curious wonder to what it offered.
the masked man waited... as if it wasnt going to damage him, yet when he tried to evade the ball of fire it scattered into tiny many pieces that made it almost impossible for him to doged.

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The orcs and human ceased their battle as they heard and saw the huge explosion.
as the smoke cleared all were expecting to see a body blown to tiny pieces like dusts... yet what they saw was the masked man unscathed an unharm it is as if the flame had not harmed him at all...
"A flame-weaver....how interesting..." the masked man proclaimed. "Now let me show you how true flame-weavers do battle!"
The masked man had clones suddenly and charged recklessly at Hurin.
The clones he thought could not harm him this was his weakness and foolishness

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The masked man charged at him then to his dismay the clone had done great damage.

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Blood gust out from Hurin's mouth as he tried and went flying off to the opposite direction.
The orcs were smiling as their lord and master won.
"You are too young to face me, Hurin....." the man said.
Hurin was abashed to how this man knew his name... and because of him spacing out like that he had subjected himself to his doom
The clones and the original one gathered as much as energy they can get, after which when the masked man find it sufficient he released the energy to Hurin

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"Retreat....young lord and master, you can not win with your current state...."
Hurin's body responded as he flicked his hand again as if writing in air with his fingers.
A huge barrier saved him this time. and as what he was told he heeded the voices and fled.
"Bael Cor... will you not finish him off?" asked a curious orc
"That is enough slauugther for one day...." the masked man replied but deep inside his mind lay a reason... a deep reason that covered his mysterious past.....

[Barzillal]

No one questioned him, they went away as he decided to do so.
The host he led were following him in mindless obedience. They marched in victory for they had won a battle. Although in a warrior's perspective it was more like an ambush than a battle. But war is war, no one can be lax, every method is applicable, there is no honor is slaughter and so much more in war.
His reason was unknown still although many guess only the current Orc Lord knew of this mask man's motive. He had forged and tempered an alliance from different Orc Tribes by his flame and power. Some submitted willingly some were forced to join the alliance as death will await them.
Bael Cor had been a prominent figure in the Orc's world. He had forged not only an unbreakable alliance but revolutionized the Orc's way of fighting.
They had had strategy than charging up ahead. He is suprisingly well verse in the lores of the elves. He had made measures to defeat the unbendable will and power of the elves...
"Arzg gid vzg drakaa!" he was greeted when he entered the gates "Arz gid vzg drakaa!" it literally means "A dragon is amongst us!" He is named Drakaa because of the scorching flames he used to defeat his enemies.
to others he may have another but commonly he is known as the Dragon.
"And?" asked an arrogant Orc with high position.
"Watch your tongue, Baldur!" roared an orc that was behind Bael Cor.
Baldur snorted and looked at Bael Cor.
yet when the orc saw the teriffying eye and glare of Bael Cor Baldur shivered.... he felt the silent but prominent killing intent of this mysterious ally of the orcs.
In Baldur's eye he saw Bael glared and flared... Baldur saw then the wing demon or the she-flame that he is fond of using... he felt it's touch.... gnawing his skin.
when he came back to reality.... he did not realize that he was in his knees sweating like a man who had just ran a marathon.
Bael Cor turned his back on Baldur leaving him to wonder and humiliated by a many orc congregated there...

[Shizuka1704]

She rubbed her eyes trying to drive away sleep. She yawned while covering her mouth with her cute hands. Her eyes still drooped as always walked into the windows. She woke up from that startling dream. She had had them for quite some time now always dreaming of a man in some kind of mask... his eyes were terrifying as it was majestic at the same time, however what troubled her was the man possessed the one thing that they elves fear above all else... "The Seal" in elven tongue it is called "Nethenimuil" a dreaded insignia that can put even the stoutest and wisest of mage-elves put to sleep for over 100 years...She dreamt the man used it on her, while her parents the lady and lord of Galadrim were brutally trampled by the orcs...
She had the irregularity in her sleep and when it happens she usually has visions...or things that had happened...or will happen...
Not only did that disturb her but also in regularity she saw a vision of a fire dragon battling out with a silver-flamed phoenix... it was wonderful to behold and terrifying to reckon with. Both flame-sprites battled it out... none gave in and she did not at all got any news to which won...
"My lady, why are you awake at this hour?" said the attendant of Almira.
Almira is a peculiar elf, she seldom talks, nor does she enjoy talking. Her eyes are drooped as if always sleepy.. she may have a sleepy eye and not a very good talker but she has the most wonerful voice throughout Galadrim, her song can heal withered trees, and so as withered hearts.
She is the only child of the lady and lord of Galadrim.... and they loved her dearly...
Almira looked at her attendant with her usual sleepy eyes... her attendant seemed to know and is quite accustomed to dealing with her. Gently the attendant lead her out her room. She put down the fresh sheets she had in hand and placed it orderly in Almira's bed.
Almira walked sleepily in the corridors while her attendant caught up with her. Sentries bowed as she passed and Almira smiled at them and nodded too.
She is loved by the lesser elves of Galadrim as well, her kindness is well-received by the masses... as for humans they have little business with them as they live in the deepest forest of the borders of Kirea, although they help humans but it is rare to see an elf from Galadrim wander out their realm.
her attendant did not ask Almira where she was headed. Her spotaneous reaction and her unconcious thoughts are quite impressive as they usually bring her to things and bring her to places she is needed.
Quietly the attendant further her space between Almira as she approached her parents chamber...

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The plight was long but elves of he Woodland Realm of Galadrim are quite used to it, lightly Almira walked up. Her attendant behind was nervous as she never had the privilege to come to this parts of the castle of Vaynalth...
a huge silk curtain marked the entrance to the lord and lady's chambers and quite amazingly lady Galadriel was there to greet her daughter. She is beautiful like her daughter, her eyes however wisened by the countless ages she had seen.
"Mother, Hurin is in some sort of trouble..." she said it spotaneiously out of her unconcious mind.
"Yes, child, we had dispatched the Dunadans to search for him... come I have the feeling you wish to tell us something..." Almira nodded and her attendant left after bowing to the lady of the woods...

[Nebuchadnezzar]

Hurin and the other elves were dispatched to search and help the people who had sent a distress signal last three days. The orcs were rampaging the lands acting as if it wre their own...
The greatness of the human defences yielded to the brute force of the orcs, the matter of how they overwhelmed the defence was a mystery to the elves.... it was long since the city of Keira was taken. The humans tried to regain it a week ago forming a huge battalion to retake the city. The elves pleaded not but human pride was stronger than the wisdom of the wise elves...
The result was devastating killing almost everyone of the human assailants... the elves who were defending a city near Galadrim were at war with the orcs and had to defend it than going on a conquest to regain a lost land long time ago...

His body brought him to a deep forest. He would have died if it were not for that barrier that spotaneausly sprouted out. He is thankful of course but at the same time distressed that his friends and men died... The flame-mage was no normal mage he reckoned, as his flames scorched the lands with his silver flame... and he called himself flame-weaver... a name that has a familiar ring to it but not quite clear...
"Hurin, Flame-Master are you alright?" a voice said.
Hurin looked for the source and origin of the voice but found none... nor any clues where it came from.. he realized and remembered that there were voices that had been calling and talking to him ever since that masked man appeared.
"I am alright..." he said
"Ah that is good... now listen to what we have to say..." sounded another voice
"We are you guardians..flame-dragons... we are of descent to the ancient lines of flame-weavers-"
"Flame what?" Hurin asked hotly.
"Flame-weavers, masters of the flame... enemy of the elves... long before you were born, there was a race that was feared by men, orcs and even the undead... they are said to possess a powerful familiarity of the flame, they had been vicious and strong... their kingdom was more vast than the great elves... both races battled for supremacy and the case as always went in favor with the weavers..."
"However..." said a voice which sounded oldest of all the voices. "One clan of weavers turned against their own kind as seeing them as monsters... the weaver's arrogance as the superior being had had its setbacks... while thinking that none can destroy them they then laxed their defences internally... little by little top class mages were assassinated.. until came a time where there was much diversity to who will take the postion lead to more conflicts and conflicts that finally brought them down.... "

[Shashi-Chan]

A young woman were standing in the middle of the city. She had long sky blue hair and a hood covering her eyes and hair. No one knew what she really was, that she was a believer of the demon lords and Satan himself, she used pentagrams to perform her satanic spells, but that was of course only if it was a spell needing a pentagram, if not she could say a few words and use her hands only. After many months she still tries to steal the magic of the top Mages and Aristocrats.

"Hmph...There is always hard to find one with a high magic level in these areas"

She let out a sigh and started walking through the city towards the main gate. She walked past the guards of the gates and walked over to a tree, she sat down under it and lent backwards closing her eyes to take a little nap, she didn't have any money so she couldn't pay for an inn, and that is a little weird because she doesn't really look any poor.

[biganimefan]

Cassandra stopped her horse. She saw the border of the forest and the glowing light it emited. The elve city was nearby. She smiled and pulled the reins of Chocolate. The horse snorted loudly and started runing to the direction of city. The calmness reached them when they were just about to enter the forest. They stopped. Cassandra sniffed the air. It felt wonderfull. She jumped of her horse and took the bag of him. She started walking towards the deeps of the forest. You might get lost if you don't know the way. The horse was slowly walking beside her with his ears on higest alert. He turned around listening to the sounds of the forest. You never know when you might get attacked. Minute after the minute the silence started giving more and more chills. the calmness wasn't comfortable. It felt somehow dangerous. Casssandra stopped. She looked at the ground. She saw steps. The steps leaded to diferent directions. She knelt down and egzamined the footsetps.

She was a wonderfull hunter as well as a rogue. She learned everything she knew from one elf that has been on a journey when she left the orphanage. She was learning only for few nights, but she surpassed most of humans and lowly elfs with her abilities. She had the ability to adapt herself in the crowd and left unnotised. She could learn anything if you show her only once. These super adaptation and memorizing abilties weren't common. They were very rare. Only higest elves could do that, but she was human. She didn't know much about her parents as she never saw them.

Cassandra saw a mark on one of the footsteps. Those were left by the real elf to lead the way to the city. But not many knew about this. She stood up and listened the to sounds. Because she always was left in the cold and silent attic since she was a child, her hearing has developed to a high level. It wasn't as good as elven, but it was something. Suddenly she heard footsteps. She stood there still not making any noise. The horse stood like a sculpture. Cassandra took out a knife. She hidded it in her arm and waited silently. Suddenly an elf appeared behind her. She suddenly jumped backwards around the elf and landed just behind it's back and pointed the knife into its neck. "Who are you and what you need?" she asked in whispers. Suddenly the elf dissapeared. Illusion huh? The real one must be near somewhere. She looked around and saw a little shadow behind a tree. It seemed like a normal tree shadow to other people, but she saw one line that didn't fit in. One branch was not at the right spot. She grinned and took out another knife and few kunai. She threw them at the tree and jumped into the other direction. She ran as fast asn the kinfes flew. Suddenly the elf jumped from his hideout right in front of her. She grabbed the elfs hands and pointed a little knife into his back. "You think you can fool me?" "Cassandra? Cassandra Eirie?" The elf answered. She released him and the elf turned to face her. "You are Cassandra Eirie. A 20 year old female rogue with skills of an elf?" "Yes, I am. How do you know me?" She started taking the kunais and kinfes from the tree. She took them all and packed her belongings. The horse approached the elf from behind. "Master has sent me to welcome you. He is awaiting for your visit since spring." "It's already summer! I told him i will visit only at summer. He is such an impatient creature." "This way mam. " The elf pointed to the direction of city and Cassandra started folowing him.

When they were just about to enter the city, she quickly took out a cape and hidded herself under it. The cape was blue with lots of ornaments. It was the elven cape she got from her friend. This way she could walk around the city with not much atention from other elves. She hidded her face and body. The human smell was hidded by the cape. It seemed like a mysterious creature walking around. The other elves didn't pay much atenton to her. She was happy about that. No elves would accept a human in their city.

They approached a huge castle. She looked up from her cape. She haven't visited the place for a long time. She hoped to see the elf that thought her when she was young. It was one of the roal elven leaders. He was young and on a journey that time when they met. She was always awaited in these halls. She stepped through the huge doorway and bowed down.

[Shizuka1704]

Celebron her father and Galadriel her mother were both prominent figures of the elven world...
They were both just and sound, they hear reason before judgement, all throughout the years by their hand and guidance Lotholrien flourished in their hands...
Almira with her usual blank looked sat down in the high chair with her mother and father.
Her hand mand was behind not because of court practice but out of fear and admiration of the lady and lord of the woods.

"Hurin....and a flame-master..." she said sleepily. She yawned undetered by the prescence of the rulers of the realm.
Her parents smiled as she once again displayed her innocence and inner child. She sat down her legs cuddled up like hugging her knees. Her head was laid softly in her arms.
"Flame-master?" Celebron asked.
She nodded sleepily...
"An angel... a she-flame as it seems..." she said again. Whenever she does this even the lord and lady of the realm will always have to be silent to listen to her preminition.
"He leads the orc... his masked and basked in the vagueness...of uncertainty..."
Celebron and Galadriel looked worried.
"A flame-weaver..." finally Celebron added. When he stood Almira was sleeping, soundly sleeping in her arms cuddling her knees.
Her mother Galadriel smiled and caressed her daugther's hair. She kissed her forehead and looked meaningfully at Celebron lord and master of the woodland hall...
Celebron smiled back and turned to the windows beyond. He placed his hand on his back thinking of the new entity that emerged....
A flame-weaver...

[Strawberry_Satochi]

Valikan wobbles through the forest still, trying to find a way back to the road, she sighs, taking out a compass. "magnetic force is messy around these parts, must be a silence forest, magic is usless here possibly" She decides to make marks on the trees to make sure she isn't going in circles, she takes out a dagger from her boot, scratching a X on it, she then begins to continue her way through, scraping marks as she goes on. "ok, if I keep going straight, there's no way I'll be going in circles, either I'm under a spell or I'm just within a seal of a illusion that keeps intruders away....AAARGH! LET ME OUT!!!!" She runs, scratching marks roughly at the trees she passes by.

[Shashi-Chan]

Kyra woke up by the sound of someone scratching in trees and yelling + talking to herself. She slowly and silently got up before hiding behind a tree and looking out from the side, she saw an elven girl going around making X's in the tree and smirked to herself "aha...a loner" she figured this girl had been trapped by the magic barrier Kyra had set up earlier. She jumped landing in front of the girl and reaching her hand out "Seems like you are a little trapped....here...let me get you free from this." She raised her hand up in the air "Hiku ga matorish!" The barrier would disappear after she had said those words and the elven girl, nor anyone else there, would be trapped anymore. She bowed towards her before turning and started to walk. Through this she still hadn't revealed her name or taken off her hood so her eyes were visible, so there were something weird about this girl, especially since she was able to lift the barrier, but considering it was her own barrier it kinda explains itself. The magic aura of her was strong, but not strong with the good type of magic, but necromancy, still, there were no wanted posters after her meaning she hadn't used her evil necromantic powers to something bad yet.