Post by onikriss on Nov 20, 2008 15:49:50 GMT -5
((Hey there... Fancy running into you in a place like this! For those not on the inside track for information, I am applying to the Indelibles. *pauses and waits for gasps* As my application thread I'm submitting the next chapter of My Redemptions storyline. Go here for the rest of the story:
indelibles.proboards77.com/index.cgi?board=rping&action=display&thread=314
Obviously, if you reject this application the stuff involving Sylaurn will not be canon, so keep that in mind. However, I'd like to speak to him as soon as possible regarding if he would like to make any changes to how I've portrayed him here, among the obvious other things the story implies.
Anyway, here we go:))
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Redemptions V: Descent of a Champion[/u]
A heavily built, muscular, yet slouched figure trudged through the Dragonblight snowdrifts, each heavy step causing the snow to squeal noisily under its plated boots. Despite the blowing snow spiralling around him and the bitter temperature, it was covered by no cloak, leaving layered plates of armor exposed… Armor that had once shone with ebullient silver and violet, but was now ruddy and dull, the weather having corroded it to a rusty black in some places. The traveler had been staring at the ground in front of him as he plodded monotonously along, but inexplicably perked up for an instant, as if sensing something. Chancing to raise his head, the Draenei grimaced, revealing crimson eyes that were now streaked with throbbing veins of dark violet, cracked lips that had been chafed nearly beyond recognition and skin that itself seemed not to be faring much better; its once smooth and vibrant azure-jade complexion now dried, flaked, and transformed to a dull, greyish purple which one could assume was due to his relentless exposure to the inclement conditions of Northrend.
Presently, he shuddered, stumbled, and fell to one knee, clutching his side and letting loose a hacking cough. The bandages, barely visible through the crook in his chest plate, no longer glowed with brilliant Light, instead entirely consumed by a field of sickening violet energy, energy that seemed to dance and form strange, intricate patterns of concentric circles and squares that, at some point inwards, became infinitely more complex. These patterns seemed to be apparent only at the very fringes of one’s field of vision… Anyone attempting to study them with any sort of scrutiny would find themselves frustrated as the symbols would vanish tantalizingly into the mist just as one thought they had focused their vision on it… A frustration made even more amusing as they would teasingly reappear in the watcher’s peripheral vision as soon as he turned his gaze.
A nearby magnataur caught sight of the half-collapsed Eredar and quite sensibly assumed him to be in a weakened and vulnerable state. Consumed by the prospect of an easy meal, it charged in to capture its prey… A mistake that would cost it dearly as the kneeling figure spang up with a ferocity and quickness betrayed in no way by his previous composure.
Where it would have gored its victim’s delicate flesh, the magnataur howled in pain as it found its tusk instead shattered completely by the forceful riposte of its opponent’s glowing shield. Instantly becoming another being, now charged with energy, the Paladin leapt forcefully into the air. With a single decisive, relentless swing, he brought his hammer down upon the top of the magantaur’s head, causing it to burst in a violent shower of blood and brain matter.
As the freshly created corpse toppled lifelessly to the ground, the figure resumed his slouched stance, the golden aura that had so rapidly sprung up about it vanishing just as quickly. Pausing to watch the last vestiges of life energy drain from his hapless victim, he began to speak to no one in particular.
“I…” He began in a voice that was ragged and hoarse, only slightly resembling the deep, booming sound that he had once commanded. “I was a noble being; once… I championed the cause of truth, integrity, justice… With conviction resolute, will impenetrable. And for what?” As if for emphasis, he raised a clenched fist, a fist that now shook and convulsed erratically. With a dismissive snicker, the fist shot back down to his side, cutting the air in its wake. “What has my sacrifice been for?” With that comment, his visage twisted again into some macabre cross between a smirk and a grimace. “For this… To face the tide alone, to continue to hold the forces of darkness at bay for all eternity? No… This will end here and now. In these frozen wastes, I will claim my birthright once and for all. The Light… The Darkness… Diametrically opposed, yet on what dimension? So much potential… Squandered. It is time that all that changed. It has come full circle, and now…” Now, the figure, little more than a silhouette in a raging snowstorm, straightened up once again, began to chuckle to himself, in a fashion most befitting to his ramblings. “Destiny is finally at hand. By the Light…” He finished, his last statement punctuated by a derisive snort as the winds around him suddenly descended to a dead stop. “It shall be Redeemed.”
“Indeed it shall,” Came a voice behind him as a figure emerged through the snow, having just heard the trailing end of the monologue that had been so far muffled by the sharp Northrend winds. In sharp contrast to the Paladin, the crafty figure made no noise as it approached, barely even leaving any footprints in the snow. It was a sly-looking Kaldorei, itself shielded from the elements by a thick cloak.
“Hmm… Sylaurn…” Muttered the Draenei before even turning around, then speaking louder. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” At this point, he turned to face the rogue, and within the space of that motion, a brief surge of Light flickered across his form. His chapped lips knit together, his skin lightened and softened, and his armor began to surge with energy, the rust upon it evaporating to reveal only a lustrous shine underneath. Regarding his visitor with a wide grin, he spoke in a rich and silvery, yet uncannily soft-spoken voice. “The Darkness here is particularly pervasive… The shadow contaminates this land, plain for all to sense.”
“Yes, it does,” Replied the rogue warily.
“The Lich King’s will has been allowed to remain unchecked for far too long. We must put a stop to it at all costs… The cleansing power of the Light will sweep over this corrupted land, purging it… Cleansing it. Of this, I am sure. However, to set the required events into motion, alliances must be made… Old enemies must learn to cast aside their differences and work together for a common cause. What I offer is a chance to do that, plain and simple… With my help, there is much that you can accomplish… And vice versa. I see the path that must be taken if we are to persevere… It will be fraught with hardship and danger, but if we stay true to our newfound cause then we will prevail… The Light will prevail.”
To this Sylaurn simply nodded in agreement. “Yes, we will prevail.”
Onikriss turned away momentarily, pausing to stare thoughtfully towards the North… Towards where his foe lay waiting… Yes… His plans were all falling carefully into place… Soon, the Lich King would have to pay… Soon, he would reclaim what was rightfully his.
“Yes, the Light will prevail,” He muttered under his breath. “My Light will prevail…”
Then, he turned back to regard Sylaurn with eyes of pure, unblemished azure, grinning once again in an unmistakably friendly manner. “Come, let us talk.” With that, he walked confidently towards the rogue, speaking always in a smooth, lithe manner as they began to discuss matters of import.
indelibles.proboards77.com/index.cgi?board=rping&action=display&thread=314
Obviously, if you reject this application the stuff involving Sylaurn will not be canon, so keep that in mind. However, I'd like to speak to him as soon as possible regarding if he would like to make any changes to how I've portrayed him here, among the obvious other things the story implies.
Anyway, here we go:))
**********************
**********************
Redemptions V: Descent of a Champion[/u]
A heavily built, muscular, yet slouched figure trudged through the Dragonblight snowdrifts, each heavy step causing the snow to squeal noisily under its plated boots. Despite the blowing snow spiralling around him and the bitter temperature, it was covered by no cloak, leaving layered plates of armor exposed… Armor that had once shone with ebullient silver and violet, but was now ruddy and dull, the weather having corroded it to a rusty black in some places. The traveler had been staring at the ground in front of him as he plodded monotonously along, but inexplicably perked up for an instant, as if sensing something. Chancing to raise his head, the Draenei grimaced, revealing crimson eyes that were now streaked with throbbing veins of dark violet, cracked lips that had been chafed nearly beyond recognition and skin that itself seemed not to be faring much better; its once smooth and vibrant azure-jade complexion now dried, flaked, and transformed to a dull, greyish purple which one could assume was due to his relentless exposure to the inclement conditions of Northrend.
Presently, he shuddered, stumbled, and fell to one knee, clutching his side and letting loose a hacking cough. The bandages, barely visible through the crook in his chest plate, no longer glowed with brilliant Light, instead entirely consumed by a field of sickening violet energy, energy that seemed to dance and form strange, intricate patterns of concentric circles and squares that, at some point inwards, became infinitely more complex. These patterns seemed to be apparent only at the very fringes of one’s field of vision… Anyone attempting to study them with any sort of scrutiny would find themselves frustrated as the symbols would vanish tantalizingly into the mist just as one thought they had focused their vision on it… A frustration made even more amusing as they would teasingly reappear in the watcher’s peripheral vision as soon as he turned his gaze.
A nearby magnataur caught sight of the half-collapsed Eredar and quite sensibly assumed him to be in a weakened and vulnerable state. Consumed by the prospect of an easy meal, it charged in to capture its prey… A mistake that would cost it dearly as the kneeling figure spang up with a ferocity and quickness betrayed in no way by his previous composure.
Where it would have gored its victim’s delicate flesh, the magnataur howled in pain as it found its tusk instead shattered completely by the forceful riposte of its opponent’s glowing shield. Instantly becoming another being, now charged with energy, the Paladin leapt forcefully into the air. With a single decisive, relentless swing, he brought his hammer down upon the top of the magantaur’s head, causing it to burst in a violent shower of blood and brain matter.
As the freshly created corpse toppled lifelessly to the ground, the figure resumed his slouched stance, the golden aura that had so rapidly sprung up about it vanishing just as quickly. Pausing to watch the last vestiges of life energy drain from his hapless victim, he began to speak to no one in particular.
“I…” He began in a voice that was ragged and hoarse, only slightly resembling the deep, booming sound that he had once commanded. “I was a noble being; once… I championed the cause of truth, integrity, justice… With conviction resolute, will impenetrable. And for what?” As if for emphasis, he raised a clenched fist, a fist that now shook and convulsed erratically. With a dismissive snicker, the fist shot back down to his side, cutting the air in its wake. “What has my sacrifice been for?” With that comment, his visage twisted again into some macabre cross between a smirk and a grimace. “For this… To face the tide alone, to continue to hold the forces of darkness at bay for all eternity? No… This will end here and now. In these frozen wastes, I will claim my birthright once and for all. The Light… The Darkness… Diametrically opposed, yet on what dimension? So much potential… Squandered. It is time that all that changed. It has come full circle, and now…” Now, the figure, little more than a silhouette in a raging snowstorm, straightened up once again, began to chuckle to himself, in a fashion most befitting to his ramblings. “Destiny is finally at hand. By the Light…” He finished, his last statement punctuated by a derisive snort as the winds around him suddenly descended to a dead stop. “It shall be Redeemed.”
“Indeed it shall,” Came a voice behind him as a figure emerged through the snow, having just heard the trailing end of the monologue that had been so far muffled by the sharp Northrend winds. In sharp contrast to the Paladin, the crafty figure made no noise as it approached, barely even leaving any footprints in the snow. It was a sly-looking Kaldorei, itself shielded from the elements by a thick cloak.
“Hmm… Sylaurn…” Muttered the Draenei before even turning around, then speaking louder. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” At this point, he turned to face the rogue, and within the space of that motion, a brief surge of Light flickered across his form. His chapped lips knit together, his skin lightened and softened, and his armor began to surge with energy, the rust upon it evaporating to reveal only a lustrous shine underneath. Regarding his visitor with a wide grin, he spoke in a rich and silvery, yet uncannily soft-spoken voice. “The Darkness here is particularly pervasive… The shadow contaminates this land, plain for all to sense.”
“Yes, it does,” Replied the rogue warily.
“The Lich King’s will has been allowed to remain unchecked for far too long. We must put a stop to it at all costs… The cleansing power of the Light will sweep over this corrupted land, purging it… Cleansing it. Of this, I am sure. However, to set the required events into motion, alliances must be made… Old enemies must learn to cast aside their differences and work together for a common cause. What I offer is a chance to do that, plain and simple… With my help, there is much that you can accomplish… And vice versa. I see the path that must be taken if we are to persevere… It will be fraught with hardship and danger, but if we stay true to our newfound cause then we will prevail… The Light will prevail.”
To this Sylaurn simply nodded in agreement. “Yes, we will prevail.”
Onikriss turned away momentarily, pausing to stare thoughtfully towards the North… Towards where his foe lay waiting… Yes… His plans were all falling carefully into place… Soon, the Lich King would have to pay… Soon, he would reclaim what was rightfully his.
“Yes, the Light will prevail,” He muttered under his breath. “My Light will prevail…”
Then, he turned back to regard Sylaurn with eyes of pure, unblemished azure, grinning once again in an unmistakably friendly manner. “Come, let us talk.” With that, he walked confidently towards the rogue, speaking always in a smooth, lithe manner as they began to discuss matters of import.
