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Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - Mystia_lorlei - 07-23-2012
Note: This is a shot a writing lore in a more tale like style, hopefully some will request me to fill out more backstory to places and people ect. Please enjoy <3
Darkness whirled about Locklear's vision, the world seemed distant and fleeting barely coming into contact with his senses, a parade of images danced in his mind slandering and mocking him. Bested, he had been bested, defeated in combat while trying to fulfill his duty. His foresworn duty.
The Jungle had been warm that day, slightly overcast casting a filtering light over the massive vessel pad on which he stood, he felt a warm waft in the wind, as the water of the jungle pooled and steamed. The thick planks on which his runic boots stood, creaked and groaned slightly, the bright trimmed wood lightly glistening under the suns light as it struggled to overcome the cloud covering. The thick green of the underbrush and towering trees cast him in an uncomfortable place, feeling as if spectators to his battle eagerly looked on and down, in his mind he could faintly hear jeers and cries for battle, though where they really there? Or merely of his mind, Halsey could not tell.
On his chest and arms and legs, hung his ancient armor, the suit his forefathers had handed down, from knight to knight, Champion, to champion. All of their glories and deeds inscribed on each curve and latch. The thick dark plate of his chest carried engraved upon it the symbol of the Iron Gear, the calling of the noble house in which he served. The Ornate and heavily detailed finery that covered his chest plate and back plate, was a testament to the workmanship of a distant artisan long passed and slumbering in reflection within the hallowed halls of the ancients. His shoulders hung heavy and wide, crafted with the intent to instilling a formidable presence upon his foe, the ancient runes and wards sealed upon his chest and shoulders, where crafted purely with the intent to shield his mind from the dark, more sinister aspects of the ethereal realm. The length of his arms and legs, ran the same heavy and thick plates of iron, upon his head sat his helm, the iron visage covered his face, his eyes peered from the eye slits. In his hands, his shield and pole arm, the shield stood but a foot shorter then himself, it stood like a tower, a ward against the provoking of the darker powers, it as his armor was heavily laden-ed with brilliant workmanship and finery. His armor combined was more akin a work of art, than a common foot soldier's garb. His pole arm, carefully moved and twitched with honed skill, the long blade's jabbing point and cutting edge, trained solely on the figure before him.
Inhuman, was the demon he challenged, The Order had been correct, far beyond the watchful eye of the Ordos Deimos, had this beast spawned. The darker corners of the world seemed to be full of unending horrors and abominations that the earth itself had not born. He had been tasked to leave the Union's lands and scour the earth for the unholy spawn that sought to unwind the very fabric of this plane of existence. His Order had been severely weakened in the Purging of The Marshlands. Though victorious, many venerated brothers and sisters had fallen on the swampy lands, the demonic host using the dense underbrush and hellishly difficult terrain to lance in and out of the host as it marched. His Chapter, weakened, would not be able to aid him in this fight, nor for some time.
Now as Locklear stood again before a thick and twisted jungle, he felt an old shiver claw its way up his back, he carefully kept his eyes trained upon the sole demon before him, it was unabashed unprovokeable, this denoted it was a beast of more then likely high tier power, but constantly Halsey's eyes flickered to the shadows and deep gullies the jungle harbored, expecting gibbering beasts to leap from them in his duel. The demon before him how ever, clearly was not one to hide behind trickery, it stood unmoving and casually scoffing him, Halsey knew, he could not best him, he was under no false pride or arrogant assumptions. Halsey was no Grand Master, nor not even a Ancient, he could not best this daemon in combat, so Halsey adopted a different approach.
In battle he did engage him, his initial poking and prodding failed to incite a response, he followed suit and aimed to land a hail of blows with his pole arm, the bright blade, darting and lancing to and fro, but as he had expected, the beast was fast, and amplified with a magical signature of great power. Halsey slowly started to unveil his reservoir of talents, the beast proudly displayed his latent ability to fade from his world and remain in a world ethereal. Locklear matched this with his faith, sending the blade's tip fading from this world and allowing him to combat it on any plane the demon sought to hide.
How this set the beast aloud, it laughed and chided, accusing Locklear of heresy, outwardly, Halsey played the part, he lashed out with controlled violence, yelling and carrying on, acting in the way the demon most expected, a howling zealot. Inwardly, Locklear's mind calculated and devised how best to counter this threat. The beast accused him of heresy, erroneously of course, all magic, Faith based, or latent are not evil. They are merely instruments, like a blade, neither evil nor good. A blade held in the hands of a wicked man, does not make the weapon evil, for such same weapon could later be carried by a man of strong faith of noble purpose, as is magic, it is merely a tool. Wither for or against the aide of mankind depends strictly on the user. To this Halsey held back, his weaving of faith and power, took on a more showy look, he aimed to strike with gusto.
He battered at the daemon for some time, his flourishy strikes aimed to convince the beast that he, Locklear, was merely a showy naive child with festive magic tricks. He had succeed, This Daemon, fell for his feign and casually scoffed off his "threat", and humored Halsey by "sparing his life", after Locklear feigned a collapse.....Just as Planned. Sitting in the hold of the vessel his Captain Rhasa had built, he meditated, he knew he had not seen the whole of this daemons power, by no means, but he knew now a way to best him, but lacking he was, in proper arms. He marshaled himself, and marched into the desert, in the blistering desert heat, he conjured the All Father, The Ancient and Venerable Gearheart. He spoke to the ancient warrior, consulting him on the daemons theoretical power and ability. Gearheart reached out with his presence and ordered Locklear to make hast to seek out a man by the name of "Cerce" The Grand Master told him, he would be best able to tell Halsey of the Ancient Way. A path now lost to the Elders of the Chapter, but followed in time by Gearheart back when his boots quaked the earth. He spoke also of a weapon, a suitable replacement for his own, a spear, forged in the name of the "One" , lost by the revered Captain Vivo, long ago in a distant campaign to banish the greater daemon Ebrek. Gearheart felt the resonance of this sacred weapon within the marshlands far to the south of Eil.
With this knowledge Gearheart departed, Leaving Locklear under the unrelenting sun, his gaze turning back to the distant shipping platform, a group of onlookers watching him, some jeered, some watched curiously. Halsey merely shrugged and began calculating what must be done to fulfill his Orders commands, recover the ancient Spear, and uncover what Lord Gearheart meant by uncovering the truth of this "One" and finally educate the daemon in the human trait of humility.
His veiled disguise as a simple ex-soldier, has been thrown free, his true face reveled, and the sand in the hourglass trickling steadily down... Locklear must do his Orders wishes with haste...
Halsey Now Walks a Path Less Taken....
((See Below A couple posts for Glossary of my random terms and Further posts flushing out this topic))
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - Crashlander04 - 07-23-2012
(07-23-2012, 19:25)Mystia_lorlei Wrote:Note: This is a shot a writing lore in a more tale like style, hopefully some will request me to fill out more backstory to places and people ect. Please enjoy <3To Be Continued in further posts: Hopefully...if...this is the right format for posting in this section .-.
((I request you continue writing for a long time and help show this server how to RP
A++ would RP again
((you also use the word scoff too much, but it was still very good
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - Mystia_lorlei - 07-23-2012
(( *scoff scoff scoff *
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - EpicKetchup - 07-23-2012
((...
Dips on being your No.1 fangirl. <3
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - sethd13 - 07-23-2012
(( Di(p/b)s?
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - EpicKetchup - 07-23-2012
(( Whoops. Yeah, dibs. ^ ^;;
PS - If you don't want your thread to be cluttered with comments, feel free to delete mine. o/
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - Android - 07-23-2012
(07-23-2012, 19:25)Mystia_lorlei Wrote: To Be Continued in further posts: Hopefully...if...this is the right format for posting in this section .-.
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RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - guthriearmstrong - 07-23-2012
((I see we've forgotten the sacred double parenthesis.))
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - MainDigger - 07-23-2012
(07-23-2012, 22:58)guthriearmstrong Wrote: ((I see we've forgotten the sacred double parenthesis.))
(( By the seventh day the Moderator had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work with the parentheses.
RE: Along The Path Less Taken...A Paladin's Tale - guthriearmstrong - 07-23-2012
(07-23-2012, 23:08)MainDigger Wrote:(07-23-2012, 22:58)guthriearmstrong Wrote: ((I see we've forgotten the sacred double parenthesis.))
(( By the seventh day the Moderator had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work with the parentheses.
((It's Monday.))