As he saw the sun rise, depressing memories smacked him. "Zilvinidia... Why did you allow Matron Viervyrae to sacrifice you?" He asked, looking out into the ocean, as the sun blurred his vision. The water, in infrared, was nearly black within the spectrum, the sand about his ankles being a warm yellow. His long white mane danced to and fro, his blades dropping into the sand. Vallyn felt his knees buckle, but ignored it. He remembered his time back in the Drow Society when he saved her countless of times, when his adoptive father, Mournagh, taught him about the True way of Survival. Every day back at home... no, not home... at the forbidden place he killed a Drow who tried to murder him. Many times he slit their throats or just shadowstepped behind them and stabbed their back. With a mournful sigh, he arose, walking towards his canopy of trees, where he would rest. "An assassin's life is cold... Never warm..." He reminded himself, resheathing his swords. He continued to think about his dead beloved, who was a peasant upon the chaotic hierarchy of his previous home.
Ooc: lol, I'll open the story then :P Vallyn ran through the darkness of night, the glee of the starlights and warm winds comforted the assassin. He shadowstepped towards the dummy from 20 yards, both shamshirs ready. He outlined the animated dummy in faerie fire, the harmless purple flame of the Drow. The dummy drew two longswords, blocking the thrust and countering, which was parried by the second shamshir. Already, the parried shamshir came back in a twirl, Vallyn spinning in his crouched form. This was difficult to avoid. The dummy lost its leg, becoming inanimate soon after. He spoke a rune. This time, a Drow Dummy appeared before him. "Let's play..." He spoke, leaping back. The training within the darkness of night was becoming more beautiful with the music of dark elven blades...
Roze got up and walked out of the room, grabbing her katanas and pouches along the way out. She began to think. Tetsuya stirred slightly, turning to his side. He began to breathe lightly, his forlorn mask still intact.
Roze shook her head, nostalgic pain began to bring tears to her eyes. "He wouldn't stop when I called to him... He left, his face was just as forlorn as it is now..." She whispered, crying gently into her own arms.
Ooc: Alright, good news... I am officially out of school for Summer, so I'll be on to RP more. Sessamaru looked to Celest "Yes, the Infernos Portal is safe to enter. It should've been a great demonstration by Kyoshi, whose impatience is fairly amusing." He spoke with a chuckle, never seeming to be bored. Sweat began to bead on his brow. The longer the portal remains open, the more his life-force is sucked dry. Although he is truly an immortal of an immortal race, he still has a limited amount of life-force for him mortal body. His breathing became laboured.
"Damn him!" she spat, tired and miserable. She looked away, shrugging away Rei's hand. She was tempted, over and over again, to beat Tetsuya's broken body. Tetsuya slept away, but hearing Roze and Rei's conversation. He was glad he was too tired to open his eyes...
Ooc: Mine end tomorrow ^^
Ooc: Thanks ^^' Sessamaru waited for the rest of the children to pass through. His power started to wan.
Ooc: ^^' Wow, thank you...
Ooc: Sorry x.x I would already be there, but if I did, then the portal would close and the others won't be able to enter... Oh, and how do you think the battle would be epic, xJayn? :P Sessamaru waited for the rest of the Chosen to enter. "Please, enter the portal, or all else is lost..." He pleaded to the remnants, his face forlorn, and strangely drained of energy. He chuckled slightly at Kyoshi's reappearance. "You need to let go of the concentration. Water moves freely, and if so, then you, too, must move freely. You need to know when not to try and not to stress..." He replied.
Sessamaru smiled at her "More practice, yes, but you did better." He let the water pour upon him like angels crying tears. Do not force, do not try, just relax and let it cry... He thought, remembering the rhyme from the Water Nymphs of his past... They might've been his only friends... "We must get going, that we do, for our friends might be worried."
The ungodly heavens did shine brightly this night, for there were a curtain of lights, multicoloured, dancing about. But only faintly. "The first gate has been destroyed..." Sessamaru whispered, not able to sleep. His body rested and relaxed, letting go of the stress he carried "The Chaos Curtain will be the Grand Finale for Ragnarok, that it will..."
Ooc: lol, I feel flattered ^^' Sessamaru stared at the young woman, seeing her try to manipulate the water. "Let the power flow freely, don't force it, for it'll go right through in a large wave... So is the way of Water..." He told her, speaking kindly. His otherworldly knowledge sounded like he knew it all, but he truly knew little for his kind. "You're the vast ocean, nothing is imprisoned... Move to and fro, as softly as the wind can carry... Do not force, do not try, just relax and let it cry..."
"Enough playing around..." He spoke coldly. Shadowstepping towards Ixion, Vallyn slid a shamshir under the firework, breaking it in mid-flight, while the second shamshir came out of the shadows in a ghastly light, shimmering with death. The blade quickly inched in near Ixion's neck, the other shamshir curving in for a defensive parry.
Ooc: The globe of darkness is perpectual, nothing can light it. It dispels after an x-amount of time. Ah well... Vallyn, always at the top of his game, crouch-spun from the roundhouse kick, his swords furiously working the leg higher and higher, knocking his opponent off balance. His speed, more adept and his chainmail tunic lighter than his opponents, was nothing but a blur. His first shamshir, hilt first, hit the human in the groin, while the second blade came him, cutting the chainmail thong that held the greaves together, snapping behind the knee of his opponent. He swept under Ixion's ankles, knocking his opponent completely over. He leapt back, outlining his opponent in harmless faerie fire, the purple-flame of the drow that could never be doused.
Sessamaru shook his head. "You put too much into it. The more wind, the less space for the vacuum to form..." He said. He turned to Aria. Then back to Kyoshi, who was more exhausted. "We should start going now... This One will teach you team combination and timing later, when we covered some ground that This One has wasted." He spoke, whispering runes. "To save the timid and curious from fear with a torch to banish the darkness..." He finished in english, the portal opening. "Infernos, the World of Fire, awaits..." He spoke, awaiting the children to enter first.
"Yes... Now, before we do..." Sessamaru faced the giant rock that rested twenty feet from them, he raised his sakabatou high into the air, a gust of wind showing visibly around the blade. "Gather the wind by using the blade of your sword as a medium..." he first instructed, as a gusty aura surrounded his grave figure. He swung the blade down, causing the wind to break apart, forming a trailing vacuum as a huge blade of wind sucked in everything, cutting it to shreds. As the windblade dispersed as it hit the rock, a visible, languid vortex, which was translucent, but also rippling like water, formed. "That is a vacuum formed at stage one of a Windblade..." He turned around to regard Kyoshi. The rock split into two smooth fragments. "Try it... Then, and only then, I will show you something new before we head out."
Ooc: We need more people, so go ahead and join, it'll make things better (plus, it's doubt like that that make good RPs die)... Sessamaru stared at his pupil and Aria "Kyoshi. Fire is not like wind, it is much harder to control. Plus, you can not change the temperature in the air. Only Sols can do so. If This One may add... He has a new technique that you'll favour... Along with a dual elemental combination." He explained, taking great care not to hurt feelings or burst any thoughtful ideas.
Name: Vallyn Ilphirahc Age: 250 Gender: Male Weapon: Two Shamshirs - Nightmare and Oblivion Powers: Levitation, Summoning Globes of Darkness, Faerie Fire (Harmless fire that is usually used to outline figures, mostly mages, in the darkness or whilst turning invisible), blurring speed, deadly silent stealth, and some Magical abilities. Race: Drow (Dark Elf) Appearance: Bio/ history: Vallyn, born as a drow, is at the top of the Hierarchy within the chaotic society. Powerful in all states of the Drow community, Vallyn often becomes bored and is alway happy to accept a mission or two. Killing often got boring for him, but, it never stopped him from surviving. In the Forest of Miir, where all is perpectually dark, mithral and adamantine are often traded with other races who fear them. Enchanted Dark Elven wares and blades are the most dangerous, and most often needed to be avoid. The Drow women rule as superior, as to the Drow custom. Vallyn, not caring for the rules, not caring about the killing, he often thinks of travelling the world, casting shadows of intrigue, chaos, and his very image over them. His interests are to be entertained, not to be set in a small forest, raiding whenever a band of travellers are about... With his trusty blades, enchanted heavily, and his cloaking piwafwi, he sets out as a renegade, upsetting his goddess or not (probably not at all, since he is only a male after all), travelling in the shadows as a mercenary. Other: He likes to write in a journal, practice magics, and read. Often times, he's off killing for mercenary work, or just because he doesn't like them. He fights honourably and is very patient. He's just your average deadly assassin from the darkness... Played By: Sessamaru
Sessamaru whispered a quick rune, transmuting the stick into a sword. The edges were dull, meant for training, but it would do. He tossed the blade back at Kyoshi. "This One is of the supernatural... That He is..." Sessamaru spoke, reminding them that he is not like them or any other species. He was the last of his kind... Ever since the Incident.
