Dark Age Legends

[Zeros']

/ That's fine. I'm a lazy ass. Heh. \

Zeros' glared at Duilin. His eyes weren't those of his friend any more. They were cold, hard and emotionless. They were the eyes of a Warrior that had seen one too many battles. The eyes of a killer; the eyes of a sinner.

"Duilin... Do you really believe that I allied with Haraldur of all people? If so, then you're more insane than the man we speak of..." he said, shaking his head.

"Duilin, look at this scenario. I could of fought and attacked Haraldur then and there. Yes, I might of been able to beat him, but do you remember where we were? In a city. Full of hundreds of thousands of INNOCENT people, Duilin.

Would you rather I of attacked Haraldur and the resulting battle of killed ALL of those innocents? Just to satisfy our urges to kill him? What would that result in? We'd be no better than everyone we've fought against! So, I talked to him and showed him I was peaceful. My actions probably saved that town.

And, as for what I was talking with him about, I proposed a cease-fire. This also ensured that Tjed was also under the cease-fire, meaning that Haraldur couldn't attack Tjed, unless he wanted to break that pact. It gives us breathing and thinking room, Duilin.

And, as for trusting Draven? I don't trust him. I respect him for his power and his mind. Insane as he also may be, he is a very smart man. He is also very power, as well. Those are things that deserve respect. Back five years ago, he could of killed you without even breaking a sweat!" he exclaimed, his eyes staring into Duilin's own.

"Do you really believe that your father cares about you?" he asked questionabily. "He just wants someone to take over for him when he dies! He's running out of time, Duilin. He knows you're stronger or have the potential to become stronger than himself.

And, as for us stumping your training... What kind of fucking BULLSHIT is that, Duilin? Power doesn't come when you ask for it. It takes hard work. Would you rather your power be given to you and have no idea how to control it or would you rather it come gradually and allow you to fully control it?" he said, his eyes a hard emerald, no longer looking at his friend with the friendlyness and warmth he usually had.

"If it's a fight you want, Duilin..." he said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, before opening them again, his sword coming to rest on his shoulder. "Then I shall fight you..."

[Haraldur]

//I like how half of the people in the immediate vicinity of the blast have not noticed its existance while two people many many kilometres away were knocked down by it...//

[D. Ein]

//This is the final week of school, and there are like 3490578348 things i had to do, including exams. Sorry for the absence.\\

"I looked down upon the tense man.
-"My flesh? Burnt? You sure do talk awfully tough, considering you don't even have the guts to shoot me..."
I pointedly glared upon the weapon pointed at me.
-"...even though I doubt that that little toy will do me much damage. You, on the other hand..."
In my mind, I quickly scanned the ground below me for any potential material. Aha! There it is.
-"...you, I would not be so sure of."
About twenty undeads popped around Tesla. Two made a grab for the weapon he was holding. Letting my subconcious take control of the process, I turned around to the man lying on the ground. An Elite effectively clubbed him on the back of the head, knocking him out.
-"Itsie bitsie Aspye went up the Gorvern arm..."
The huge flighted beast, seemingly simply appearing out of the fog, picked Marshal up, and fluttered away into the distance.
-"...down came the bones and shut an Aspye up..."
A huge cascade of sharp spike-like bones came raining down on Tesla.
-"...out came an ogre, and clubbed the Aspye too..."
Yet another of my beasts, an Ogre-Dragon, emerged from the darkness, and swung a huge club at Tesla.
-"...and the itsy bitsy Aspye respects lord Kronos now."
I sighed, with a smile, and looked at Tesla.
-"Did you like my song?"

[Dude Man]

//Haha! Nice one Ein!

Haraldur, we'll assume that dodge the explosion, some how. Zion and Xenai are strong, they can handle it! Razz \\


Valos emerged from the dungeon; it was completely silent down there.

"Heh, I'm on quite a roll now...Hehehehe!" Valos then ghosted away.

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//Yeah, this chapter's been pretty long; let's finish this saga up. Long ass post time!\\

Rink flew a bit forwards.

"Duilin...I remember your father now, and what Haraldur told to you about him is true! It's knowing history. He's allied with Melkoth! Don't you know how sick and evil that man is?"

"..." Duilin was silent for a few moments "I guess..."

"How can you let yourself be manipulated so easily. This may be hard to except but your father is an evil person. You aren't, I could tell when you stood up to Haraldur and told him your beliefs."

"Don't...*hack*...listen to them Duilin.... They just want to kill you...*wheeze*" Abodahon said weakly. He had little time left.

Duilin, turned his head away, looking downwards and to the side. "You know.... now that I think of it...maybe I am being a little to naive...It's just...." He closed his eyes. "I crave power...I don't know why. I have people to protect me, but it's like something controlling me. I can't get enough of it; I'd follow anyone just to get more power.

"Ever since I killed Darion five years ago I felt a surge of power run through me, and when I defeated Nex, I felt like a super human, the power to fly, and after I killed the entity clone I felt almost like a god, but I still wanted more. That's why I started practicing black magic. Then when Valos started helping me with my demonic powers, I kept getting stronger and stronger, barely anything mattered to me anymore.

"But then Valos started treating me like shit, but the thing is that made me want to get stronger and stronger, and when I met my father, I guess when he showed me that I could get all the power I wanted I just jumped at the chance."

Rink sighed. "You see, that's the point, Duilin. Nex and Valos and even Darion have been setting this up from the start. They all served Abodahon, your father. In hope to get you to carry on in his shoes when he dies off."

Abodahon crawled forward. "No...*hack*....I still care about you Duilin....everything I've done since you were born was for you."

Duilin turned around. "So it's true, everything Rink and Haraldur told me is true."

"That's not all!" Valos said appearing.

"Valos! *hack* Don't you..." Abodahon laid his bleeding head down, he could barely talk. "..d...dare..."

"He didn't care about YOU exactly. He justed wanted a son to carry his torched. He didn't want a pure demon son however." Valos began, walking by Abodahon's dieing body. "Demons by themselves are not as totally manipulative, as easily charmed as they are, but the most easy to convice is a half demon, half human. So he had Melkoth, disguise him as a humen, so he could...well explore the world."

"Why are you telling me this?" Duilin asked.

"Well...because. He tried three times, with different families in different villages, around the same time aswell. That's why your father was away, he was living a triple life."

"No..." Duilin said, yet believing it, it made a lot of sense, and explained a lot about his past.

"Let me finish...the villages he visited: Pophin's old village, your old villages and mine." Valos said. He then started to sound a bit upset.

"You mean.... you're...my..."

"Brother. I'm your half brother. But the thing is, because of his human form, the demonic gene didn't go into Pophin and me, it only went into you. Despite him saying you're his eldest son, you're actually his youngest, I'm the oldest. Your brothers and sisters were of a different father because Abodahon and your mother were having problems. Remember?"

"Yes...I remember that..." Duilin sighed.

"And what Rink says about Abodahon is true..." Valos lowered his voice. "Nex remembers it all..."

---Flash Back---

10 years before the start of Chapter 1?

A group of about forty soldiers, riding on horseback, in the armour and uniforms of the Dark Empire, were scouting the hills of Helternia. At the front of the group there was, Darion and Nex, at the time Nex was just recently appointed a General.

?General, I thought you said you knew were this town was?? Darion groaned.

?Well, I do, but this is a freaking continent. It?s not like it?s a few doors to the left of anything.? Nex snapped back.

Darion then scanned the area, he then saw a small scout of warriors. ?Over there, some people.? He said pointing. ?Darak, go over and talk to them.?

Darak nods. ?Yes sir. He then rides off towards the scout.? One of the scouts was Patrick (see Chapter 1). At this time he is only 18; he?s on his very first mission.

?Hello there, how may we help you?? Patrick asked.

?We are looking for this one small village. It supposed to be in the deep south-east of Helternia, but we lost our compass.?

?Oh yeah, I know what you?re talking about. We were just recently at the place.? He points behind him. ?You aren?t very far just keep going ahead.? He then looks at Darak and the other warriors. ?Were you guys from anyways? You don?t look like you?d be from Romme or Tjed and I haven?t heard of any kingdoms in this area.?

?We?re from?far west.? Darak replied. ?Thanks for your time.?

Darak pointed in the direction that Patrick did and looked back at the group. ?It?s this way!?

He then rode over, and the others followed. After a few minutes, the small unnamed village was able to be seen just a little wile away.

A bulky man in a large robe was standing at the hill. ?Nex?? The man said.

?Abodahon?So, this is the place? Funny spot to have a village in the middle of nowhere.?

?Indeed.? The large robed man replied. He then tossed Nex a bag of gold coins. ?Kill all of them, leave only my oldest son.? He then tossed Darion a small locket, with a picture of Duilin in it. ?The largest house is mine, he should be in there, I have no use for the place, so burn it if you wish. But remember, my eldest son MUST survive at all costs. But don?t let him know how important he is.?

?Yes, Abodahon, but why him??

?The others have no potential, I?m not even sure if the demonic gene was given to them. My oldest son has the strongest potential.?

?Very well. Darion, take over. I?ll escort Abodahon back to the ship.? Nex said. He then looked at the other warriors. ?Don?t speak anything of this to anyone. If they ask, tell them we went here to collect slaves, but the resistance was to heavy, so we were only able to get one.?

?Yes sir!? Darion saluted, the other soldiers saluted as well. He then moved forward a few steps. ?MOVE IN!? He shouts raising his sword, his horse gallops towards the village, followed by the rest.

---End Of Flash Back---

"Holy shit..." Duilin glared at Abodahon. "So it's true. You fucking paid to them to kill my family..."

"Valos.... *hack*...why did...you..." Abodahon wheezed.

"It's because you're replacing Duilin with me, and it makes me sick!" Valos yelled.

"But Valos..."Duilin said. "You aren't even really Valos. You just have the memory of him!"

"And Pophin and Nex...not to mention my first memory. I'm just some strange spiritual entity, but do you know how hard it is to be...well me? I can't control my thoughts, so I let one take over. You would NEVER understand EVER."

"Well...Valos...Pophin, I'm sorry."

"Don't give me your bullshit you lousy fucker." Valos screamed.

"Duilin...*wheeze*..." Abodahon cried weakly. "Even I did the things I did...It's not like I didn't have a reason..." He gasped for air, and a one of his legs exploded do to the poison. He screamed.

"Demons used to be free...but humans, gods and drakens hated us because of our power...so they banished us all to hell...us demons deserve to rule.... and we WILL!"

Duilin shook his head. He then kneeled down. He was feeling faint. "Zeros'...I'm sorry..." He looked at Rink. "I'm sorry Rink...." He looked up at the others. "I'm sorry guys...really I am..."

"Aww...boo hoo!" Valos mocked.

"Shut up..." Duilin stood up and walked towards his father. "What you've done...all those things you've done. You had no right to. Bathing in blood...creating viruses. You're more insane then Haraldur. I'm ashamed to have you as my father. But I'm not ashamed of my demonic side, I'm going to use it for good, not for whatever sick twisted shit you've got planned."

He then looked at Zeros' a tear then ran down his face. "I'm sorry Zeros'..." He then looked back at Abodahon. "He's been more of a father then you have. I can't believe you got me to turn on him!"

"But...*hack*...son...You can have...*wheeze* *hack*.... so much more..." Abodahon groaned.

"Well you can take what more I can have...and you can shove it up your ass, Abodahon!!" Duilin then stormed away, tearing off the Talonscar medallion, and tossing it away.

Abodahon then lifted himself up, trying to reach Duilin. "NOO!!" Suddenly the torso of him exploded, blood flew everywhere, splattering on Duilin.

He simply shook it off his wings and continued walking forward; a few more tears came from his eyes.

Valos lowered his facial expression, and sighed. He then walked towards the remains of the fortress...

A tear runs down Rink's face aswell...

[Xorlak]

(Awesomeness.)

Draven slowed his pace a bit, distracted by the energy force produced by yet another tremendous explosion.  A white mushroom cloud could faintly be seen rising far in the distance, towards the center of the continent...  Draven was not particularly skilled in picking up individual energy signals, but he could tell that there were definitely less and weaker signals coming from the area.

Perfect.  His smirk widened.  They were destroying each other...

He banked to the right a bit.  Vegetation was more prominent here, and short trees and shrubbery dotted the field he ran through.  He was now deep in the new Aspyes territory, though sings of rebellion were minimal here due to the sparse population.  Traversing a hill yielded a small farming village ahead, some meaningless hamlet that the Crimson Emperor had never personally been to before...

His accelerated step slowed to a normal walking pace as he began down the path between two grain fields towards the quiet town, his cape unfurled and flowing behind him...

[D. Ein]

//OMG! DM, why can't you make long-ass posts concerning my characters? Sad You hate me, that's why... It's because I'm Russian, isn't it... Well, to get back at you, EAT [strike]LEAD![/strike] MY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE SENSE!

Despite him saying your his eldest son, your actually his youngest, I'm the oldest.

The funny thing is, you keep saying how stupid people like this sound... <span style='font-size:2pt;line-height:100%'>whispers: hypocrite... hehehe</span> But, that post was pretty cool, I must admit. I actually read it! Go me.\\

Ein, with a clear head, loaded up his crossbow, and fired it at a couple of Elites. The string on the crossbow was pulled all the way back, and the arrow flew with such force that it pierced three Elites at once.
-"Haha, score! Dumb elites, oh yeah, Ein owns, oh yeah...!"
The Elites made a strange cough-like laugh.
-"Hrrr hur hur hrr hur! Pathetic Aspye... Hurr hur hrr hur! We's has been imbued withhh the powerrrrrr of Krrrronos himself! Hrrr, die, hhherrrretic-h!"
Ein stood up straight, and stopped laughing.
-"Crap."
The last thing he saw was a highliter-yellow glowing stick coming right for his stomach, and then red all over...

[Haraldur]

Durruti and Makhno continued to fly towards Gief.

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Tesla made a shield wave come out from his body, stricking all the things going towards him with great force, and directing all the discharges into the creatures themselves. The bones, the club, the orgre, and all twenty undeads around him vapourised, leaving just an angry Tesla in the middle.

He sent a telepathic message to the watch towers, and the city around him started to evacuate, so that if the city was destroyed the people would still survive.

He then sent all of his personal energy into the plasma rifle, and then shot it one at Kronos, who was just a few metres away. As the ball of plasma left the barrel, it expanded due to its hiher than normal energy, until Tesla controlled it and reduced it in size, so it was smaller but at higher temperature, as it flew straight towards Kronos' chest.

//This plasma ball counts as two in one.//

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In the village there was quiet panic as most of the inhabitants ran into the forest and through a secret trail to some caves to the west. A few of the younger ones fired some arrows at Draven, and one used a gun. Then they too ran into the forest. The town was deserted, except for, perhaps, one or two stragglers.

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Deep in the caverns of Hell, those huge chambers, a lot of demons were gathered, as it was market day. They seemed to sense a strange presence, which was worrying them slightly. However, there was nothing odd to see, or to smell or to hear. Most of them ignored it and went about their business.

[Dude Man]

//Well you try and write the 2nd longest post in DAL and not make any typos.

And mostly the reason why you weren't involved in it is because I didn't need to update Marshal because the Gorlem, or whatever it's called is just carrying him away. But fine I'll include one of your characters' in my tiny post.\\

Marshal opened his eyes; he then realized he was being carried off. "Arrg! What in the world?" He then looked at Ein, Raymond and Tesla. "H<span style='font-size:6pt;line-height:100%'>el</span><span style='font-size:5pt;line-height:100%'>p....</span><span style='font-size:4pt;line-height:100%'>mee...."</span>

//Wee! Text effects to show he's being carried off in the distance!\\

[Xorlak]

"Tch!"

Draven caught one of the arrows between two fingers of his right glove.  They were all running away...

"The rudeness..."

By the time he had reached the outer limits of the town, it seemed completely deserted.  Quite vexing indeed.  So it is indeed true...  A black flag rose high above one of the taller buildings.

Draven's right fist began to burn in an intense crimson flame...

He continued striding at a quicker pace, down the dirt road towards the center of the hamlet.  By now his expression had melted to slight irritation and resolve.  Clearly these peasants, insignificant as they are, deserve punishment.

He stopped in the middle of down, surrounded by worn down wooden buildings.  He brought the glowing fist into the air, and a reverbed "HYA!" echoed through the surrounding wilderness.  He slammed the fist directly into the ground he was standing on.  The resulting explosion of flame was instantaneous.  A shockwave swayed the trees surrounding the hamlet as the wooden buildings blew apart, bathed in the crimson fury.  It took less than a second to reduce the village to nothing but a black crater...

The sky was filled with flaming bits of what was once a peaceful village...  Thousands and thousands of burning chunks of debris floated away from the blast site in a perfect circle...  After about ten seconds, they began to rain down...

The foolish villagers who had attempted to fight back, and thus had not quite made it to the caves yet, were caught in the hailstorm of flaming fury as it sliced through the foliage above their heads.  Screams of agony could be heard in the forest as they were impaled by burning planks of wood...  The crops surrounding the village quickly caught fire when the blazing projectiles landed in them...

Draven began to levitate above the black crater that was once the village, the smoke eerily circling around him.  Ah, how relieving that was!  His smirk had returned.  From his elevated vantage point, he could see over the tree line past the radius the burning debris covered that there were three people frantically running up a path towards a small opening in a hill...

Draven extended his left hand, sticking out his pointer finger like a "gun", and aiming it towards the cavern entrance in the distance.

"I'm sorry, the correct response is groveling..."

Bang.

A tiny spec of crimson light flew from his finger, flying over the treetops and square into the hole in the rock before the villagers could reach it...

A tense second passed...  Suddenly a huge blast of flame erupted from the cave entrance.  Similar plumes shot out of three other locations scattered around the forest as the cave system filled with fire...  The hill began to collapse, and thick black smoke began to pour from the cavern entrances, as well as newly formed cracks scattered about...

Draven threw his head up in laughter as a bright crimson aura surrounded his body.  The unlawful rejects now properly punished, he flew off into the distance, still cackling...

[Burton_projects]

//Uggghh Dam you all making longass posts that I have to read. And sorry for being absent for a few days.\\

Nick trusted his sword into the air as the waves came. By magic it sliced down and opened up.....the gate of.....Hell. "I'll have to kill you next time we meet." He said as he jumped in. He landed in some weird place with demons moving all around like being afraid of something.

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Calavous was hit almost head on by the blast. Falling to the ground half dead. He body only a little torn apart and in pain and agony.

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By the time the boat reached land Cyan flew ahead  seeing the giant explosions in Bandervils direction. "Lets go to bandervil." she said to Frenier who nodded. She flew faster towards that posistion.

[Trent]

//Sorry, Haraldur. If you haven't noticed, I'm being attacked, and I keep getting swept away from the RP. Razz I'm not sure how to react to it though. I thought it was just another showy explosion way off in the distance.

The Twilight Blast shot harmlessly past as the portal to hell closed. "Damnit," said Xenai. "...We'll deal with him later."
"We shouldn't have to. Who the crap is that guy?"

They turned around. About now, the spectacle with Duilin was starting ((The long-ass post)). They watched the entire thing, wincing as Abodahon exploded. Aura started to cry, shaken by the entire spectacle, placing her head on Tsu's shoulder. Tsu sighed...

Zion was just about to say something to Duilin, but a very faint, distant series of explosions caught his attention. He and Xenai looked. "He's not being a good boy anymore," said Xenai.
"How long did you think he'd keep that charade up?" asked Zion.

[Zeros']

Zeros' simply smiled and sheathed his sword, putting his hands in his pockets and bowing his head in respect for a few moments, before he lifted it back up. His eyes were filled with the same kindness and warmth he looked at Duilin with. He looked at his companions and replied to Zion's question.

"I didn't expect him to be a goodboy for long, but, as I said, I respect him for his intelligence and power," he said once, before shouting out to Valos.

"What will you do now, Valos?" he yelled.

[Dude Man]

Valos closed his eyes and stopped. He then made a quick, insane laugh.

He then turned around. "Oh there isn't much really. Now that Abodahon is dead, my soul purpose is gone." He was speaking through the spirit demon itself. "I may as well abandon this body, try and clean out these memories that are making me insane. But I do have one last thing I must do."

He held out his hand and the Holy Bastard Sword appeared in it. "Duilin, I believe you already know what this sword has done? It does in fact have enough power to kill a dark god. But that is why I wish to bring this back into hell with me. You see, things have gotten a lot better without the ruler of hell, so I choose to bring this back with me."

From the fog and dust of the remains of the keep, emerged the remaining Talonscar Elites, carrying candles, they walked into the centre of the creator, were the pile of Abodahon?s remains were lying. They circled around him. Valos stood behind the bloody remains. He held the sword on the ground below him.

The Elites started chanting things in demonic tongues, they then stopped circling around and placed their candles on the ground.

Valos lifted up his left hand, and then grabbed the blade of the sword. His body then began to burn in a light blue flame.

Duilin watched contently, as this was happening.

Valos' eye went a blank black, and he kept being covered in flame, until finally his body was no more. However a black spectre that looked much like him remained. The ghost then fell down, into the remains of Abodahon's body. Suddenly a large pentagram connected with the candles laid down. The elites stepped in front of the pentagram. A large burst of flame consumed the group of elites, as the descended into hell. When the burst of fire was gone, there was nothing left, but a permanent burn mark of a pentagram were it was. It would likely remain there for years to come, probably attracting more attention along with the crater itself.

"So..." Rink said softly. "Is it over?"

Duilin turned around and spoke lowly. "At least for now. But with Haraldur, Abodahon and Melkoth gone there is still more to be done. Just you won't need to worry about me anymore, I swear for as long as I live, on the grave of my family, I won't turn on you guys, ever again."

"Even on the grave of Abodahon?"

"I said on the grave of my family, Rink. Abodahon is not my father, my father died a long time ago." He then started walking down the slope.

//Ahh?finally, only three characters to manage.\\

[Xorlak]

(Chapter 9 ends in 4 days.)

Wrapped in flame, Draven continued pressing on through the sky.  Now he was in an area he thought he had visited before-- near the border of the Ugran region.  There were several points of interest here that the Aspye disease could have corrupted.  Gief in particular...  Alas, poor choices must be punished...

The raging battle in the center of the continent seemed to have died down.  Draven wondered which side could have won.  Well, it didn't matter, really...

[Haraldur]

//4 days? I wonder how the inevitable reaction in this post will fit with that.

Dude Man: Who has power in Hell at the moment? Iban? Noone? I must know.//

As Durruti and Makhno were nearing the borders of the Ugran region, they saw Draven crossing them. "Shit," said Makhno.

They flew very fast towards the Crimson Emporer, and in silence. Their paths split, and Makhno had his aura suppressed. Durruti flew around at great speed to bea few mtres in front of Draven, directly in front of him. He threw a large seismic orb and an entropy increaser orb (a spell that would cause some of Draven's energy to quickly disperse into the surroundings, so weakening him unless he can regain energy very quickly).

While this was happening, the aura suppressed Makhno flew quietly around the bak of Draven. As he neared, flames came from his body, mimicking Draven's aura (except that they did not touch him, they were a few centimetres off his body). He flew into Draven's flame aura, so that his flames would be completely masked (at the same time they kept Draven's flames away from his own body). When he was just a few centimetres behind the Crimson Emperor, he stabbed twice wiith blades that materialised in his hands in a split second. Once between Draven's neck and his right shoulder, hoping to sever the carotid artery, and once towards Draven's left kidney. Both blades have grooves running down them, and in those grooves is a solution of cyanide held there due to capillarity. If the strikes hit, a lethal dose (for a normal human being) of cyanide will be released into Draven's blood from each blade. The yanide will act as a non-competitive inhibitor for respiratory enzymes, so stopping respiration, and hence ATP productions, and so causing death if there is enough cyanide.

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In the cavern in Hell, on the red rock of the walls of the cavern, large black letters seemed to be being written by themselves:

"The principles of Anarchist Communist Technocracy, by Haraldur Haraldsson, Nikola Tesla, Nestor Ivanovich Makhno, Buenaventuri Durruti..." in a Tengwar script. A few demons gathered around and started reading with interest.