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Post by ShadowOfEden on Jun 13, 2004 12:49:35 GMT -5
Since the tourn isn't started yet, it will be a little more out of character than normally. You'll keep your respective name (Nu Wa and Zhuge Liang) but you can choose the weapon you want even if you have only one. Just make it clear during the first post.
You're both veterans at this, but I'll say it, 5 post each.
Nu Wa, you start.
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Post by Nu Wa on Jul 27, 2004 15:32:08 GMT -5
White blazes alongside shadow, illuminating. Flashes in the night, a lost cause opposing overwhelming darkness, the night sky. Crackles of energy loom momentarily, fading as rapidly as they arrived, retreating into ebony once more. Dense cloud rolls overhead, rumbling of the Gods echoing throughout, an oscillation of spacious proportions. Pure liquid pours from above, the elixir of life flooding the soul, guidance to salvation.
Now orange illuminates the black, a corona of fire in the night, the shrieks of soldiers pierce the dull roar of engagement. Droplets splash heavily onto flame, hissing erupts from silence, startlingly violent despite the clear insignificance. Signal lit, the men in green pour onward into the gloom, metal scraping as blades are unsheathed. The roar reaches a magnanimous crescendo, rising to the very heavens in glory. Battle is joined. Shu and Wu once more, fused together in the ever-spiralling dance of engagement, as close as they are apart. Shafts slice wickedly through the air, silent yet ultimately lethal, the dull thud of a blade finding its mark.
Crystalline waters dyed crimson with blood, grass stained with impurity before the assault is complete. Men stagger backwards, their life blood leaking from porous bodies. Corpses litter the field of battle, never to rise again, sinking into the fading obscurity of death. A small glimmer of red marks the start of reform, and ranks are organised once more. Water crashes down from on high, the floodgates of heaven opening to the fullest extent, torrents of purifying liquid drop to the ground, as straight and true as the arrow finding a target. Flames are extinguished, light flickering softly around the Shu soldiers as they wait, wait for the response.
Silence.
The black depths offer no remorse or pity for the situation, only emptiness and death can be found within its bounds. The mortal men shuffle in discomfort, not knowing that the slim knife of fate is swinging gently above them, always ready. The air slices through the ranks, chilling the very core, twisting the fragile flesh asunder. Silence descends then, creating an atmosphere of tension, leaving doubts in the minds of the pursuers. Nothingness surrounds them, cloying and stifling, the essence of the broken storm. The blackened sky roars once more, distant and detached from the chaos below. Wisps of cloud melt away in the night, the glowing orb shines startlingly through, illuminating all. Eyes meet the sight of myriads of bodies, and the…others. Men in red camped on high, their leader with shining eyes.
Silence. The flow of the river continues onward, on the everlasting cycle.
A movement in the lines, the commander of Shu moves forth. Her black hair being gently blown across delicate jade features, the pearl light glints off bottle green armour. Languidly she moves on horseback, wading through spears as if they were no more than reeds, finally pausing at the front of the army. Right hand gripping the rapier slightly, coiled as a snake to it’s prey. Waiting. Thoughts flashing through a sharp mind, yet being discarded as so many stalks of grain, she is entirely focused on the task at hand. The soldiers comprehend.
Silence. The ultimate tranquillity.
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