Re: Realm of the Dark Arts RP (NOT POKEMON)
Posted: 08 Apr 2014 21:45
(Feel free to make a TaintPedia, I don't see why not. Also, for the Alchemical Gift, you can be an exception. I just wanted to understand everything and straighten the divine mess out.)
Sneaks into the library, the spell for the Elemental Sword fresh in my mind. Deciding to conceal myself until the bitter end, I wait behind a stack of books, concealed. As the Tainted one approaches it's target, I stand, confident.
"My mother told me," I started, "that each person has a Life Song, a little tune that is played by your soul when you die. It has a more soothing feel when you lived a good life, but also a horrid one if you lived a cruel one. Let us test for yours."
After finishing my statement, I focus a lot of energy into my left hand's fingertips, then passing my mother hand over it, clenching it soon after, forming a sword of storms. With a quick slash, the Taint is struck, but it's armor withstands the blow.
"I cannot be defeated with my Armor. Nearly impenetrable, although someone of your skill could never crack it." The Tainted One hissed.
"I guess we can't have you wearing that, can we now?" I said, with a wry grin. Doing the spell again, but imagining a Crowbar in place of a sword, I strip off it's plating and strike again, with my metal fist. Luckily, I quickly transmuted the fist part of the synthetic arm into a blades, stabbing the Taint, quickly changing it back afterwards. Sadly, my work isn't over.
"Chris, can the man still live?" I asked, understanding it wasn't the host of the Taint's choice.
"It's nearly impossible." He responded.
"Good enough for me." I finish, placing my hand on the wounded man's chest. Without hesitation, my mind is whisked elsewhere.
"You are either very stupid or insanely brave." The Truth scolds, pointing with my arm. "In either case, you need the spell. Just imagine spiritually sucking the poison out of a snake bite. Take the Taint upon yourself, giving this man a proper life. It is like cancer: his life will never be the same, but he has the chance to live on. Saint, your positive spirit, will grow immensely from your selfless act. That growth is what will help to tame the Taint absorbed. Don't die, my friend."
I snap back into reality with a jolt. Concentrating heavily, I watch as the color is brought back to the man's face, leaving his Irises tinted Purple, as a reminder. Then I remember we came here to save someone else.
"I'm Tobias," I said, introducing myself to the new Alchemist. Reaching out my hand, I smile gleefully.
Sneaks into the library, the spell for the Elemental Sword fresh in my mind. Deciding to conceal myself until the bitter end, I wait behind a stack of books, concealed. As the Tainted one approaches it's target, I stand, confident.
"My mother told me," I started, "that each person has a Life Song, a little tune that is played by your soul when you die. It has a more soothing feel when you lived a good life, but also a horrid one if you lived a cruel one. Let us test for yours."
After finishing my statement, I focus a lot of energy into my left hand's fingertips, then passing my mother hand over it, clenching it soon after, forming a sword of storms. With a quick slash, the Taint is struck, but it's armor withstands the blow.
"I cannot be defeated with my Armor. Nearly impenetrable, although someone of your skill could never crack it." The Tainted One hissed.
"I guess we can't have you wearing that, can we now?" I said, with a wry grin. Doing the spell again, but imagining a Crowbar in place of a sword, I strip off it's plating and strike again, with my metal fist. Luckily, I quickly transmuted the fist part of the synthetic arm into a blades, stabbing the Taint, quickly changing it back afterwards. Sadly, my work isn't over.
"Chris, can the man still live?" I asked, understanding it wasn't the host of the Taint's choice.
"It's nearly impossible." He responded.
"Good enough for me." I finish, placing my hand on the wounded man's chest. Without hesitation, my mind is whisked elsewhere.
"You are either very stupid or insanely brave." The Truth scolds, pointing with my arm. "In either case, you need the spell. Just imagine spiritually sucking the poison out of a snake bite. Take the Taint upon yourself, giving this man a proper life. It is like cancer: his life will never be the same, but he has the chance to live on. Saint, your positive spirit, will grow immensely from your selfless act. That growth is what will help to tame the Taint absorbed. Don't die, my friend."
I snap back into reality with a jolt. Concentrating heavily, I watch as the color is brought back to the man's face, leaving his Irises tinted Purple, as a reminder. Then I remember we came here to save someone else.
"I'm Tobias," I said, introducing myself to the new Alchemist. Reaching out my hand, I smile gleefully.