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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2018 18:37:45 GMT -5
A thousand keys.
A thousand lives.
A thousand hearts.
Roughly was the estimate of the number of makeshift testaments that remained buried within these sands. Each of them erected to the violet and amber sky, now as lifeless and still as the masters that had once called them their own. Fallen blades of fallen warriors, all whom could have called each other comrade upon a day long passed. These crossroads of fate’s cruelty, spanned onward for as far as observing eyes could see. The continued protest of the tearing earth would groan, as a weapon far from abandonment tilled a path behind its still breathing wielder. The metallic echo of the man’s breath behind the ornate helm, was the only thing to escape, as the armored juggernaut would come to a cease where the four paths met. There was little doubt within Garland’s mind, that he now walked upon a new world.
A scarred and defeated world.
His heart would know pleasure from every horizon he gazed upon, for the remnants of this world’s ultimate discord were everywhere to be found. Now it rested within the emptiest, grim shade that harmony could offer. How inviting it was, this eternal truth of war; an inevitable destination for all who walked the path of conflict. It was one he had witnessed time and time again, if only temporary, for every repetition endured at the hands of those fateful four. In a certain light Garland pitied the fallen that had once littered this desert, whom never knew a seeming endless cycle of combat’s grim pleasure. They knew not a return to glory, they felt not the thrill of crossing blades with another any longer. Only shameful defeat graced these pitiful souls.
The tip of Rebellion’s great form was thrust into the sand, mirroring the graves that dominated the sands about it. Plateaus had long been erected to the south, with a single spire-like rise had been given form not far from their reach. Upon further examination of the key-filled sea of golden sand, there existed scars in the earth, prominent only to the eye upon the wind’s ever-shifting change. Traces of more than one battle upon these soils, yet Garland only saw it as a single, great feud spanning many years. In some ways his theory behind this conflict held truth, yet there was certainly more to this world than what the mere surface would reveal. He had never been much of a reader in the past he had shed long ago, yet even Garland knew to never judge a book by its cover. There was little doubt in his mind this world held great significance, yet to whom for whatever purpose, he knew not.
Truth as with harmony and discord, would always come with time.
The former stalwart stilled his thoughts as he kept his eyes upon the horizon, as though expecting something of significance to reveal itself. Then it was that a glint of light would appear in the distance, one that would seem to stir Garland’s very soul at the sight of it. He could feel misty blue widen a fraction behind the ironclad face. The heart that burned with the fire of chaos, would quicken its steps behind the armor. The grip upon the hilt of the sword remained ever firm, as the lavender cape would billow in the wind to his flank. It was then finally, did the ever prominent silence finally shatter, as Garland’s deep voice would emerge, to speak the words he had been longing for what felt over two thousand years.
”The hour has come at last.”
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2018 0:18:26 GMT -5
The skies held a cold shade of twilight, a sad coat that would never descend into the cooling rest of the night and never be adorned by the graceful awakening of morning. It was truly an empty world filled with nothing but the remnants of death and the blades that were littered all about were merely to symbolize those that had fallen from the bedlam of a war that must have taken place in this world.
He was the paragon of light, the one of four who was gifted with the title of Warrior of Light. He departed from the world he begun to consider a home and traversed through different worlds trying to find the source of all the discord that had been plaguing the worlds, but as he stood in the dead wasteland he begun to feel as if he had finally arrived at the origin of all the chaos that had assaulted the worlds and the place that would perhaps end this chaos. The calm blue eyes merely glanced about at the strange world he had managed to arrive at before eventually he begun to move.
Each step let out a soft crunching noise each time the warrior’s feet made contact with the sandy ground, the soft metallic noise of his armor moving also mixed in with the noise of his walk. Through the dusty world he walked on down a clear path that held different unique blades coating the fields of the side of the path. They were indeed odd looking blades but it seemed they once held a great power. What was surrounding him now was nothing but mere husks that were just used as grave marks and it only made Zest wonder what event truly transpired to cause such an intense result like this.
Step after step he walked on but as he stared forward he could make out what seemed to be a large burly figure. Perhaps it was because he was fearless and resolute, but more so something urged him to walk forward without a single form of hesitation. The moment the figure came into sight Zest’s trek begun to slow and stop as he faced off against the knight that stood before him. “Garland?!” Zest said as his eyes widened a tad surprised, but that look upon his face only lasted for a mere moment as his eyes closed.
He should have been completely stunned and shocked as the very nemesis of his now stood before him once again. They fought so bitterly hard to free their world and even traversed through time itself to kill the man before him and free the world, but despite all that that man was alive and well. It was almost as if deep down Zest anticipated the return of the embodiment of discord.
“It seems fate has drawn us together once more to draw our blades…” Zest said as he reached to his side and drew out his blade and swung it to the side with a flick before pointing his blade at the dark knight, his eyes opening and narrowing with a fierce stare “Allow me to end this…Garland…” Zest said firmly.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2018 2:31:13 GMT -5
For each step taken, the firm beat of a quickened heart raced. The sense of thrill returned as this distant figure approached with every thrum of Garland’s pulse. The heat and the sand would not take his form as a mere mirage. The soil was golden, demiurgic, and the exhale made was not of regret. A grin of approval would spread behind the ironclad façade that masked his glee, yet belied the cruelty of his heart. With all certainty assured with every step the Warrior took, the would be hero was very much real. As real as the effigies that surrounded the pair, in this strange, foreign world.
Garland’s patience anchored him within the harbors of his motionless form, his breath nearly stilled with anticipation of the first blow. It was as inevitable as the return of the silver maned lion upon his sights, ever prideful within his precious light. Ever predictable were the currents of time, all leading back to repetition upon cycle of glorious conflict. For no matter how deep the paragon’s desire for a conclusion, there was none to exist so long as Garland’s would continue. The former stalwart’s life was an eternity itself, yet wild and unbound as the very chaos that fueled the fires within his soul. A chaos that longed to unleash its grasp upon the worlds once more. It was the destiny of discord to rule all hearts. Only harmony could be brought through it, and yet this champion of its will failed to see it. Then Garland would open his eyes to the truth, as he had done all those times before.
Upon these dead, foreign soils there then existed a new birth; the genesis of a new loop of their inevitable conflict.
The exhilaration upon hearing the Warrior draw that familiar blade to the air, was far too much to contain. The armored behemoth’s grip would tighten upon Rebellion’s hilt further. Garland was not intimidated in the least, by the very sword that had felled him so many times in that other world. Rather it was a welcomed sight if anything. Another reminder of all the grim pleasures they had shared in the thrill of combat. The deep voice returned, bellowing a hearty laugh, echoing across the lifeless valley on the wind. The laughter would soon calm, as the harbinger would raise a clawed gauntlet, rather than sword.
”End!?” repeated the dark stalwart, amused by the Warrior’s persistence to a futile goal. ”Hahaha! Look around you! There is nothing here to end! Far better to rid yourself of such fantasies!” The horned crusader of chaos would right his full height again, freed arm gesturing to the field of keys before it returned to his side. Garland would regard his fated foe, a warrior’s respect for the man’s admirable resolve to continue what they could never truly finish. Truly, the dark knight suspected it was far more than their own destinies that brought them to this world. The ruined terra beneath their feet held far greater significance than merely serving host to their destined bout. Garland wondered whether or not such a notion was lost upon the Warrior during his trek across the sands.
”This place now rests in harmony- destined to be inevitably broken, when desolation comes upon the sky. This moment, suspended in time- may very well be the last this world looks upon peace.” Garland would then indulge the paragon a moment to consider this, the sound of his cape billowing ever faintly within the wind. The silence was thick enough, it could be cut with the very sword now pointed at him. It was then that Rebellion was yanked from the earth, dusting the hole in its wake with a shower sand that fell from the blade. A single step was made as he brought the sword up, a readied defensive stance made as he permitted his rival the first move.
”I have waited long enough! Let us renew this fight.”
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 22:20:48 GMT -5
There were numerous questions that needed answers, but Zest couldn’t afford wasting even a moment for even ponder it. To question all that was going on was a luxury he didn’t have and perhaps never would if things didn’t go well. The only person that potentially knew those answers was the very knight before him. Though the two were merely standing against each other Zest knew that each move was critical and a single mistake could cost either one of their life. Zest was determined to end it and with his blade he truly would.
It was no surprise that Garland could also tell that the land reeked of death and held some form of importance. The warrior’s brow furrowed a bit as the fallen knight spoke on about the world and the rejection of his words. The dark knight would forever continue to fight and in a way Zest was the same. The moment he chose to wield his blade for the light perhaps he also accepted the fate to fight as long as he drew breath.
“I refuse such a destiny. Perhaps this world will fall, but nothing can remain for an eternity. All things come to an end and you are no exception! So long as I still stand, so long as I breathe, I will defend the peace and maintain the blessing of the light!” Zest declared as he swung his sword to the side and pointed it to the ground. “Even if we are to fight for eternity, I shall continue to stand in your way. We may be destined to fight but I swear I will give my life to reject that destiny and end the cycle of discord” Zest said, his grip tightening on his precious sword.
Zest was a man who knew nothing about his past, but even then each time he stood before Garland there was always a nudging feeling deep within, trying desperately in vain to be released. Each strike of their blades, the sparks that would be released and the blood that was shed all somehow felt familiar and true to him. Perhaps they truly were tied to each other, but if that was the case then it was even more important to Zest that he ended Garland.
In his right hand Zest held his powerful sword Braveheart and in his left he held the mighty Shield of Light. A mighty wind blew by the two as they faced off against, but neither the Paragon of Light nor the Nemesis of Discord even moved an inch save for the rustling of their azure capes. The moment Garland drew his blade from the ground Zest immediately raised his shield up to his chest and gripped his blade tightly. With Garland’s declaration Zest immediately dashed fearlessly towards Garland holding his blade to the side and then leapt up into the air. Reeling his right arm back, Zest out a loud grunt as he swung his blade downward at the dark knight, the very first move in their fated duel.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2018 10:24:34 GMT -5
The anticipated blow had yet to come, and it was as he expected. The Warrior would take it upon himself to denounce Garland’s claims, with more notions of ending fate, through the power of hope and light. How Garland would desire nothing more than to slay this hope, to finally blot out that precious light with unending darkness. The will of Chaos would eclipse all this foolish paragon so desperately clung to. The return was as inevitable as their meeting here upon these desolate sands, and still The Warrior remained caught within his dream of everlasting peace. Still he carried on in pursuit of this unobtainable goal, his efforts all for naught, as the very source of his never ending struggle still drew breath before him.
Did he truly believe the end? The very idea was laughable to the dark knight.
Garland would retain his guard, yet honor the code of the mutual warrior’s respect shared between them, and listen to the speech of relentless defiance that followed. As Zest’s declarations were made, Garland couldn’t help but feel disappointment for how truly blinded his fated foe was. His resolve had not swayed in the time since their last clash, had not wavered in the slightest as he still desperately clung to that ever present weakness. That undying false hope, which crippled, deluded, and misguided The Warrior time and time again back into this eternal conflict. Were he to simply accept the truth, that the fires of discord would burn eternal, then perhaps he would abandon these fantasies that he could conquer fate. How Garland pitied The Warrior, to never find pleasure, or any sort of joy from all the battles they shared, all the courses of the conflict they had taken. Together.
That was when the time came, as once more the cycle continued as Zest leapt high into the air. As tradition would see itself renewed in the form of a single, yet powerfully delivered downward strike, the mass of Rebellion was brought up to the air, catching the blade of Braveheart in a sturdy guard meant to stall Zest’s momentum. ”Hmph.” As easily as it was defended, there still remained the strength behind the fury of the blow, empowered by that same foolish resolve that refused to abandonment. Garland’s misty blue eyes would narrow behind their furious guise, as the ironclad demon stared back into the furious sapphires of The Warrior.
”Still you persist!?”
The dark knight would mock his foe, before reaching his free hand to Rebellion’s side as a plate shifted, revealing a hidden hilt as he took hold of it. ”You believe you can change fate!?” The blades were pulled apart, before Garland would surge forward, throwing out quadruple strikes with dual wielded swords. ”You cannot end what you cannot kill! I’LL CRUSH YOU!” Sand was thrown to the air in this motion, backdropping Garland’s oncoming form with an amber haze provided by the afternoon sun. Each blow was cast with all the fury Garland could muster. In the sweep of his momentum, the dark knight rejoined Rebellion into one, rounding his stance to follow with his own downward slash. For if the Warrior could not see the predestined path before them, then the dark knight would beat the sight into him! With any fortune, these delusions of altering his own destiny would surely bleed out with the rest of him. Garland would see to it, as he had so many times, through the ever mighty swing of his trusted sword.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2018 0:08:19 GMT -5
It was truly pitiful to see. The man before him was one who was merely a victim of eternal conflict who fell to the ways of the cycle. He was a broken man that could only rely on the thrill of battle to move forward through the despair caused by the endless cycle. So long as he drew breath he would fight and perhaps Zest was just like Garland, destined to fight forever, but Zest and Garland were different from each other. So long as their ideals clashed they would forever be eternal rivals of fate.
Zest would not fall like Garland, he would not fall to despair and he would fight forever more. He fought to defend all those that needed his help, especially Garland. He would end this cycle and quell the elder warrior’s furious heart. For Zest, though the man was one who he was destined to fight, destined to kill, he held a respect for the fallen knight at the same time.
Their blades clashed the very moment his blade connected with the greatsword of the knight. Zest could only stare back at the fallen knight’s amber colored eyes of the harbinger of Chaos with narrow eyes, his blade pushing forward at the sword attempting to slash through Garland with all his might. His blade held the strength of his will and determination to not to fall in this battle.
The warrior’s eyes widened a tad as Garland released his second blade and immediately push himself back as he raised his shield before him. His feet made contact with the ground but they skid back a tad the very moment Garland’s blades made contact with his shield. Despite his heavy armament, Garland’s moves were quick and difficult to move, not even giving the warrior time to firmly plant his feet to the ground and position himself well. Sand flew about from Garland’s blows, but Zest could see the almost demonic glowing eyes of the knight pierce through the storm of sand and quickly he raised his shield upward as the full sword of Garland descended upon him, easily backing up the harbinger of Chaos’s words.
Feet shaking and eventually falling to one knee, the warrior stood gritting his teeth as he tried to fend off the blade before him. “If I yield now…if I fall to despair…then I will truly lose everything!” Zest yelled out as his shield began to glow a bright light. “Fate is not predetermined! We choose our path’s and walk towards a brighter future!” Zest yelled as he reel back his palm, his sword resting against the back of the glowing shield and thrusted his palm against the back of the shield, causing a piercing burst of light to fire from the shield.
Whether or not the shield had any effect on Garland, Zest quickly jumped backward and tossed his shield towards Garland and with his blade he thrusted it forward at the dark knight in an attempt to strike
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1. Zest used his shield to defend against the onslaught of Garlands Twin Swords and the final strike from the combined blade 2. Zest proceeded to use Shield of Light while Rebellion was clashing against his shield 3. Zest leaps back and proceeds to use Sword Thrust
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Shield of Light The warrior of light holds both his shield and sword in his left hand. Using his right hand the warrior immediately thrusts his palm forwards and knocks both weapons forward and by doing so the shield will then let out a burst of light that will harm the opponent. (3 post cooldown)
Sword Thrust The warrior of light tosses his shield forward at the opponent, causing them to recoil from the impact. Immediately upon making the the opponent recoil, the warrior dashes forward at the opponent and thrusts his sword forward at the opponent and then knocks them away. (1 post cooldown)
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2018 18:01:42 GMT -5
The joyous sound of steel clashing upon steel echoing through the desert, would bring a bloodthirsty sense of glee over the dark knight. Too long had it been since such a sweet symphony filled his ears. As he pushed on, and forward, Garland would feel his heart leap as he witnessed The Warrior’s footing slip. Eyes widened and teeth gritted in a triumphant smile behind the demon, as what would be the final blow, had been cast forward. Garland would only find the return of Zest’s infernal light, as when Rebellion would hit it, the glowing shield would emit a burst of power forward. The strength of the skill was enough to force the dark knight back, his armored heels digging scars into the earth against their volition. A palm was placed to the earth, as Garland was forced to steady himself. As he rose from a brief kneel, he would force his weight and strength into a stab at the earth, calling forth a pillar of water to meet The Warrior when he would predictably charge.
”Still you would cling to this mirage called hope? Even as the very truth lies before us!?” The dark knight would stand to regain his composure, the armor he wore still steaming from the burn of Zest’s attack. Garland paid no mind to the pain, having took on this suffering as penance to his overeagerness. It was carried away by the winds which began to pick up. Possible premonitions of an inbound desert storm. The dark knight simply chuckled, before flourishing his cape to kick up more sand around him to be carried by these winds. As both hands were wrapped tightly around the crimson hilt, Garland would charge forward, with each step toward Zest more forceful than the last.
Each step taken toward destiny.
When the dark knight was close, he would swing the greatsword overhead. ”Foolish Warrior!” he bellowed, plates of Rebellion shifting at the climax of the weapon’s swing. As it transformed into an axe, the heavy weapon was brought down with such force, that the very earth would give way beneath its weight and Garland’s strength. The sands began to quake, as a ring of stone spikes would erupt around the point of impact, as a tremor rang out underneath. Cracks were left at the center of the small crater that formed, along with what would hopefully be the remains of The Warrior. Garland would only find himself disappointed with such a result, were this to happen, expecting far more of a fight from such a capable foe. Though he knew better, he could feel it in his heart, that there was so much more The Warrior had left for Garland to take.
Just as he had stolen Princess Sarah away so many years ago, Garland would rob Zest of all that he held dear before this war concluded.
”Denial of the shackles already bound upon you is meaningless-“ began Garland as he rose in the crater, lifting his weapon from the imprint within the earth. ”As futile as the crusade to which you still blindly pledge your sword!”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2018 2:52:57 GMT -5
Each movement was something that truly made the warrior feel alive. Each strike of the sword, each word they shared, they were all critical and would determine their future. In a way Zest could understand the desires of the fallen knight and while he was so obsessed with battle. In a world of repetition the surge and fury of battle truly was something that one could consider a form of proof that they were alive. Though Zest could not recall the endless battle of the gods, the memories still resided deep within and those experiences would never leave him at all. The very experiences of endless battle would perhaps remain with him and unknowingly he could understand Garland, but that didn’t mean that Zest would accept it. He had a task and he would do whatever he could to fulfil his task. He was selfless, perhaps too selfless that he didn’t even give himself time to really appreciate his own self. To think the light of his shield would defeat Garland would be just pure naivety. He needed to follow up with the attack, but he was hasty with the attack. As he dashed and thrust his sword at Garland his eyes widened as the knight begun to swing his giant sword and form a pillar of water straight at him. Immediately Zest brought his sword before him in an attempt to block the blow but nonetheless the blow him, hitting him with a mighty blow and caused him to be knocked backwards with great force. The blow was powerful, but what made the blow so great was not the physical blow he received but because of the words the knight ushered. Was this truly the truth of this world? That the hope and belief he placed was all for naught? No, Zest refused that. As he fell backwards Zest immediately placed his palm downward and had it make contact with the ground. The moment his hand touched the ground he immediately pushed off the ground and preformed a flip and quickly landed on his feet before then falling to one knee the moment he landed. With each step the harbinger of discord took, so too did destiny step closer and closer to him. Despite his size the knight was quick in his attack and as Zest looked up with a glare he looked up at the upcoming greatsword that had turned into an axe. As the impending form of death descended from up above him Zest quickly swung his sword and held it out to the side, causing the blade to glow a fierce light. The sheer moment Garland’s blade was about to reach him Zest immediately kicked off the ground with his heels and leapt backwards with great skill, putting all the strength he could in his feet in order to dodge the mighty blow. The very power of the Lich was released from Rebellion and spires of earth began to form the sheer moment the axe made contact with the ground. In that moment as the spires formed Zest quickly swung his shining blade upward and released its strength straight at the spires as they formed. Upon the warrior’s upward slash pillars of light burst forth from underneath the spires destroying the spikes that threatened him. In the end his release of light was truly a mere gamble that had managed to work to some degree. Zest had already anticipated the mighty impact of earth and had prepared his shining wave, but in his haste the attack hadn’t fully reached its full strength, leaving an attack that at most only destroyed the spires of earth that was released from the axe. The force alone from the impact sent the warrior flying back as remnants of stone managed to still assault him flinging him into the air before falling and landing to the ground, his chest laying upon the ground. His body aced, but he refused to falter and he would not something like this be able to put him down. His body shook, struggling to move as he listened to the knight admonish his ideals. “…Nothing is meaningless Garland…” Zest said as he clenched his teeth as he raised a palm and placed it flat against the ground while gripping his sword with his other. “We fight for what we believe in, whether right or wrong we are guided by our hearts. This is the proof that we still live and each action we take holds value in this world” Zest said sad as pushed his palm against the ground and rose to one knee. With blade in hand Zest quickly placed the tip of the blade into the ground as he began to pant slightly, using the sword to keep him up. “I will not allow myself to accept the shackles of the endless cycle…the only prisoner here is you Garland!” Zest said as he rose to his feet, the flurry of sand still flying about but that could never deter Zest as he narrowed his eyes filled with determination. “I will continue to fight for the light and I refuse to fall into despair. As long as I hold true to my beliefs my blade will never dull. Garland! I will end this cycle and save you from your shackles!” Zest said as he gripped his shield, sparks forming around the shield as he spoke. Each word he spoke only invigorated him forward and he was not going to go down easily The very moment he finished his words Zest immediately tossed his shield forward with a great burst of energy, the speed of the shield cutting through the flurry of sand and flew straight at Garland attempting to strike at him. Whether he blocked or was hit the shield would fly around Garland and strike at him with great for and speed as the warrior commanded the shield by moving his own hand in hand in tandem to the shields movements.
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1. Zest gets hit by Tsunami but lowers the damage by blocking with his sword. He is knocked back a is on one knee
2. Zest quickly jumps back and dodges Earthquake and uses Shining Wave to destroy the earth spikes formed by Earthquake. Since it was done in a rush Zest only manages to fire off a weakened Shining Wave that only destroys the spikes. Zest is knocked back by the force and is hit by some of the remnants of the earth spikes. 3. Zest eventually rises back to his feet and uses Ultimate Shield
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Shinning Wave The warrior of light immediately sticks his sword into the ground and immediately swings the sword upwards. Upon doing so pillars of light will burst out of the ground and head towards the enemy. (3 post cooldown)
Ultimate Shield At a high speed, the warrior of light immediately tosses his shield at the opponent. Those struck by the shield will be drawn to the warrior who will then telepathically have his shield hit the opponent 4 times. On the final hit the opponent will be knocked backwards. (3 post cooldown)
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Shield of Light The warrior of light holds both his shield and sword in his left hand. Using his right hand the warrior immediately thrusts his palm forwards and knocks both weapons forward and by doing so the shield will then let out a burst of light that will harm the opponent. (2 post cooldown)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 3:02:42 GMT -5
A shower of earth and light would rain upon a briefly downed foe. The end briefly lingered in a realm of possibility to Garland, until at last he could hear Zest’s stubborn protests. The grip on Rebellion tightened. The soul of discord within would relish continuance of conflict. Even through the torrents of airborne sand, he could see the persistent champion to harmony rise once more. The dark knight became still as more words came, more declarations of things to come. Things that Garland, no- Chaos, would never allow to pass. It was until a vow to save the nemesis from his own shackles, of a future deemed inevitable, did the armored giant audience Zest with contemplative silence.
So this naïve paragon thought knew Garland- As he knew the faux merits he now placed within this dead world? Was it any better than Garland knew himself? Did Zest truly see his foe? Did he see the different beast before him, now unbound from the cycles of the past? Did The Warrior see the impending clutches of that cycle’s successor closing in around him? The truth of the machine Garland was to become was guaranteed certainty. It was not beyond Garland’s sight, that Zest’s eyes remained clouded to the very truth of it all; the survival of the man before him.
Ever still, the stubborn cur would cling to his precious, fallible light!
The rage of Chaos burned within Garland’s heart at these words. Frail words drifting upon frailer wings! The dark knight would snuff out this pride, and burn this flower that permeated the snow! The former stalwart of Cornelia was no prisoner, as he accepted this fate of endless rebirth; a flame birthed unto a darkened heart. To heed to the hollow salvation of a fool, Garland could never accept such an idea, such a ludicrous dream. He would not! There would be no sooner rest to their quarrel, than the hour of ultimate discord, when it would claim all the worlds. Only when under the heel of his new god, would Zest know peace as his light would be crushed.
These lies to save Garland went unheard.
The shield had been cast, with Rebellion raised to swat it away like a fly. The greatsword would miss its target, as Zest’s weapon would hit its mark. Then much like its persistent wielder, the shield would return evermore. Garland raised a gauntlet in hopes to defend, yet there came a sting from multiple angles. Anger would do their best to blot out the pain, as it soon evolved to a rage given form as a mighty swing was made. A round of a blade upon a chain was swung about in a circle about Garland, as he attempted to hit Zest, and free himself from the shield in one fluid motion. As Rebellion’s blade circled forward, Garland would then yank the chain backwards, before a great display of strength would whip the blade back at The Warrior. It would serve an inbound herald of truth, an opener of the eyes that persisted to remain firmly shut.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 0:20:44 GMT -5
The two warriors were truly linked to each other by an unshakable destiny. Perhaps destiny really did bring them together and they were destined to always fight. The two of them represented harmony and discord, two opposing sides that perhaps could never truly see eye to eye. So long as each other stood by what they believed in it was only inevitable that the two would continue to fight as long as the other stood before them. If there was a way Zest desired that the two would be able to end their battles and come to an understanding, but perhaps that was just a mere fallacy. All Zest could do at this point was merely end Garland’s mad quest and put his soul to rest.
With sword in his hand and shield now tossed towards the rouge knight, Zest’s defenses were much more vulnerable than they were before. A reckless move from there on out would end things right away and as Garland swung his blade at him. Placing all his strength into his feet Zest immediately kicked off the ground and jumped over the blade that cleaved through the air. Gripping his blade tightly Zest swung his blade horizontally as 6 blades shaped like Braveheart appeared and lined up in a horizontal line with the tips pointing towards Garland. As the second strike from Garland’s flail was swung at him Zest quickly pointed the Braveheart at the blade of Rebellion, causing his Radiant Swords to fly and intercept the blade.
While his swords intercepted the blade of Garland’s, Zest allowed gravity to take full effect and allowed his body landed upon the ground. Quickly performing somersault forward, the very moment his feet connected with the ground he instantly stood back up and ran forward without any pause in the movement. Sword drawn to the side he ran furiously to close the distance between him and the knight, but the very moment he drew close to Garland he did not strike at the knight just yet. Though it appeared that the warrior was about to swing his sword he quickly preformed a feint as he suddenly kicked off the ground and jumped over the dark knight. Twisting his body as he leapt in the air his eyes glanced down and narrowed as he stared down into the dark knight’s golden eyes. It almost felt as if time had slowed down for a moment as he stared down at the knight’s eyes that were almost similar to his own. Though they saw each other as blind fools that could not see the truth, perhaps the only way that they could truly converse was not though words but though battle itself.
Still airborne, Zest spread out his free hand as the shield that had once been assaulting Garland now flew back into Zest’s free hand and allowed the paragon to grasp his shield for only but a moment. Zest was now behind Garland and still in the air just about to fall, but that was enough for him as he immediately tossed his shield at the knight’s back. With the point of the shield’s bottom soaring at the knight, the shield begun to spin like a drill as it attempted to strike Garland. Should the attack be successful the shield would begin to push the heavy knight upward in which Zest would continuously slash his foe with Bitter End.
Even if Zest was to fail and to fall in this desolate empty world of death he would at the very least engrave his will into Garland with each strike of his blade that held his pride. Zest would not fall so easily without putting up a fight…Actions:
1. Zest immediately jumps up into the air and dodges the first strike of Chain Cast 2. While in the air Zest uses Radiant Swords to intercept the second strike of Chain Cast and then proceeds to land on the ground and rush to Garland while the blow is being intercepted. 3. Once Zest reaches Garland he feints with his sword and leaps over Garland before catching his shield and preforms Shield Strike at Garland. Should Shield Strike hit he will follow up with Bitter End
Moves Used:
Radiant Sword The warrior of light releases his weapons and telepathically has them spin around him. By doing so 6 glowing swords will then appear in front of him. Upon the warrior’s command the sword and shield will spin around him once more and the 6 glowing swords will target the opponent and then shoot straight at them. (3 post cooldown)
Shield Strike The warrior of light tosses his shield at either a downward or upward angle and has the shield spin like a drill. Those that get hit by the shield will get hit multiple times by the spinning shield. The warrior will then slash them away while they are being hit. (2 post cooldown)
Bitter End (If Shield Strike is successful) A follow up to Shield Strike. Instead of slashing the opponent away the warrior proceeds to rapidity slash at the opponent a total of 8 times, knocking them away with the final slash. (3 post cooldown)
On Cooldown: Shield of Light The warrior of light holds both his shield and sword in his left hand. Using his right hand the warrior immediately thrusts his palm forwards and knocks both weapons forward and by doing so the shield will then let out a burst of light that will harm the opponent. (1 post cooldown)
Shinning Wave The warrior of light immediately sticks his sword into the ground and immediately swings the sword upwards. Upon doing so pillars of light will burst out of the ground and head towards the enemy. (2 post cooldown)
Ultimate Shield At a high speed, the warrior of light immediately tosses his shield at the opponent. Those struck by the shield will be drawn to the warrior who will then telepathically have his shield hit the opponent 4 times. On the final hit the opponent will be knocked backwards. (2 post cooldown)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2018 4:10:18 GMT -5
A blast of light would fire through the sky as ethereal blades clashed with Rebellion’s form. A mighty yank would call the blade to return, as Garland flourished his cape to shield his eyes from the brightness of the explosion. Sand was thrown in all directions, Rebellion’s chain flailing wildly about the cloud like a snake beheaded. Faint tinks could be heard as grains of sand would pepper Garland’s armored form. This in turn would fail him any sight of the Warrior’s advance, until the sapphire clad galant would sail over him. Shield fired would hit its mark, Rebellion’s blade returning but a fraction too late, as Garland felt himself drawn upward by the Shield of Light’s momentum.
Steel clashed upon steel as Braveheart let loose its temperament, blow upon blow backed by far too much haste for Garland to block. The stinging pain would continue as Zest’s infernal light left its marks upon Garland’s armor. Release from this brief cycle was found in a punishing final blow, which would knock the dark knight away. Man met earth as the heels of boots dug into it against their volition; Garland being brought to a kneel as he came to a halt. Steam once more rose from where the blows had been successful, testaments to Braveheart’s bite. As the sand began to settle- so too did a silence, broken only in tethered moments of his breath.
A deep chuckle then filled the air.
Those hellish eyes rose to meet The Warrior once more.
For how many times had they shared this battle? For how many bouts had they crossed swords in the name of their respective ideals, their gods? By this unknown year, Garland knew not. This joyous festival of chaos had gone on for so long, it was impossible by this moment to feasibly count. He pitied The Warrior, whom still failed to see the futility in his struggles here on this field. Their battle was naught but a small ripple within the storm of a much larger war. As Garland once again rose to his feet, and looked upon the graveyard of keys, he would come to recognize a truth among the sight of these weapons. They were brought to this land for a purpose, a step of destiny meant to unfold.
Was it then to learn of these…swords, these- keys?
They played a significance to the future, that much Garland was certain. So much in fact, that the dark knight resolved to sate his curiosity behind them. It was in this moment, as Garland readied his sword, did a path etch itself within the chaotic harbinger’s blackened heart. ”If you shall fail to accept, and see the truth as you stand in the light- Then I shall cast you into never ending darkness, so that you may look upon it with opened eyes!” The declaration was made as the dark knight pointed to his foe, before waving it aside to the air at his feet. There was no hope of victory for The Warrior on this field of conflict. This light would be eclipsed, darkened, and snuffed out, just as the same fate lied in store for this deluded swordsman’s comrades. Garland would make certain of such a truth, he would create this reality by the very force which the pargaon fought to end.
The air would slowly begin to cycle about Garland’s form. The dark knight would lift the greatsword over his head, placing a palm upon the flat of the blade. Sand began to rise with the vacuum of air that picked up speed. ”Recall now the wind that makes the forest bend! That which turns black and boils the seas! What causes the earth to fracture, to split and spew flame upon all!” Like a volcano of pure power, ebony and crimson flames would erupt in a violent aura around Garland’s form. The very chaotic fury of this force would create its own push of winds, so fierce that no amount of natural breeze could dare penetrate the plume of eldritch flames. ”THE SOUL OF CHAOS!” The dark knight’s mighty voice would boom with the thundering of power as its symphony.
Garland would surge forward, seemingly gliding across the desert sands as though propelled by an unseen force. Armored behemoth, cloaked in chaotic celestial fire, would bring his hefty sword closer and closer to his foe by the seconds. ”Welcome to a world of pain!” A powerful set of swings in fluid motion, a howl of fire and the metallic shift of plates as the weapon altered forms, all blurred together behind a scene of red and black. Each blow was backed by the strength of Garland’s undying fury- his undying soul, all aimed to crush, smite and fell this armor of confidence and light that protected The Warrior’s will to fight on.
With a finalizing stab to the ground, rather than a swing intended for Zest, the resulting explosion would tear open a fissure in the earth. Terra would rip and tear asunder to and fro, as Garland yanked Rebellion from the splitting earth. The deep rumbling of the protesting sands echoed as they were split apart, as deep within the chasm darkness would be given form as it roared into the makeshift canyon. The dark knight would not let his eyes leave his nemesis, even as he drifted away from him on the moving earth, lavender cape billowing behind his armored form as eldritch fire died out. Even among all this chaos, as lifeless keys fell helplessly into the darkness, Garland remained rooted in a conquering peace. He found pleasure in the sight of this revelry of chaos given form. He would find pleasure in The Warrior’s struggle, as this was only the beginning of things to come.
Of this, Garland would promise The Warrior.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 20:13:00 GMT -5
Each swing was a mighty blow that he placed his resolve into. The warrior swung his Braveheart with quick and repeated slashes the moment he found his blade connecting with Garland. He could not fail and he refused to fail in the slightest. Even if he was to lose this battle he would make his mark and he would return to finish the job. There was a final strike that held the power of his light and that blow knocked the dark knight away, but the fight would not end there.
As Garland’s heavy feet made contact with the ground so too did Zest’s feet touch the ground as he gripped his shield and held it up and stood firmly before Garland. He couldn’t falter and this was more than just a mere battle of blades, but a battle of their resolve and ideals. Zest’s hands gripped his weapons tightly and his brow furrowed as he listened to Garland’s words and prepared for his next move.
Winds of pure strength and discord began to swirl about and Zest raised his shield in an attempt to block the mighty blow that was to come. So long as light rested in his chest he would never let the darkness taint him. The light that was something precious to him an unknown gift from a woman that desired nothing but peace. Though the memories of her were gone, that light gave his empty husk of a body meaning. He inherited her will and he would dedicate his life to serving it. He could have fled, he could have hid, but instead he stood fiercely before his death.
Garland charged forward with immense strength and the warrior of light did so as well. It was an endeavor that held no victory for him, but he wouldn’t go down without fighting back. The two dashed at each other with great speed and strength, but Garland was superior in this clash. Backed with the power of discord behind his blows, Zest attempted to parry or even block the swordsman’s blow, but that was all he could do. Though he managed to divert the blade a few times, the rest was nothing but an assault upon the warrior’s body. Garland’s blade cleaved through his armor and cut his flesh. At most Zest could only slightly divert the blade from his vitals, but the strikes that did manage to strike were already heavy and fierce.
Numerous strikes assaulted the warrior’s body but he refused to buckle down and he remained on his feet. The dead grounds were stained by the warrior’s blood and the horned helmet went flying from his head due to the blows that struck the warrior. Zest narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his feet staggered back a tad a Garland prepared to strike the final blow. Garland’s Rebellion was raised and the strike was going to end things, but instead of striking at Zest, the knight struck at the ground and split the earth before them in half.
There was no more strength to move, none to dodge and none to escape the darkness. Though his feet refused to yield, the earth itself would have to break in order for him to do so. There was nothing he could do but fall down into the fissure. His weapons dissipated away as the fight was over, but Zest could only stretch out his arm in vain, almost as if he tried to reach out and grab Garland in order to continue their fight. It was over, his body begun to sink into the darkness the fissure held and Zest’s eyes began to close as he thought back on what was precious to him.
Alwyn…Rojo…Vani…I failed… I am sorry Vani…I will not be able to fulfil the promise I swore to you…
The light that had shone in the dead graveyard had now vanished, but it was not vanquished just yet. If their fight were to be eternal, then Zest would return to stand before Garland. Zest would fight against the knight once more and if they were to continue their fights over and over again then it was fine, but Zest would never let Garland succeed in turning the worlds into lands of discord. Things would be different than the next time they fight and Zest swore it.
[Zest exits the thread]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 21:06:11 GMT -5
The earth would grow silent under the dark maw’s roar, which deafened any words that were to be said. As the sight of The Warrior’s fall met his eyes, Garland could feel them widen. His heart, which he was certain should have leapt for joy, felt only a hallowed pleasure the farther Zest fell. A hand outstretched for the dark knight; one that Garland gladly would have offered salvation to in another land, another life. Perhaps part of him relished in the continuation of the fight, and urged him to seize the gauntlet, yet he did none of the sort. The darkness that now consumed the form of his foe, so too had claimed the heart of Cornelia’s former stalwart. Garland merely stood at the edge of this maw, watching on in silence as Zest sank deeper, and deeper. The very last thing the paragon would see before leaving this world, were those hellish, burning eyes of discord’s favorite demon.
As weapons vanished, and so too their master birthed of will and light, Garland felt a sickening disappointment. The dark knight stood there, silent against the roar of the abyss, cape billowing softly in the twilit air. Garland had proved victorious in this bout, a feat that should have brought a fervor of joy to his soul. To have finally conquered his greatest foe, should have by all accounts driven the dark knight mad with glee. For all accounts he should feel happiness, yet Garland found none within this hollow victory.
The Warrior had failed to heed his words before the end. This Garland realized, and so felt a shallowness to the triumphant position he retained over where The Warrior had fallen. Whether or not he had listened, Garland knew the words were now etched within Zest’s memory, within his heart. They would return to him when he chose to listen, as too would he return to Garland, as they always did, time and time again. The journey Zest was about to undertake, would very well tell the story of those words written upon his heart. Of this Garland would be certain, as sure he was of their inevitable clash to come.
Until we meet again, brave Warrior
Garland would turn from the fissure, heading toward the setting sun as he aimed to leave this world, and this memory behind him. An object lying abandoned in the sands would catch his attention, and so Garland came to a stop. Looking down upon this familiar item, the dark knight would take a kneel as he took hold of it. Sand fell from Zest’s great horned helm as it was lifted from the earth, turned thrice as Garland examined his reflection in the sapphire and gold. A helm belonging to such a champion did not deserve to rest among these lifeless keys, to be abandoned and forgotten. Even separated from its master, this piece of armor could still serve a purpose to those whom looked to it, and drew strength. An idea affirmed itself within the dark knight’s calculative cognition. Garland would rise from the earth, then march into the setting sun, before his form would eventually vanish like a mirage.
The thread has ended.
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