OOC--um. yeah.

IC--Drask stood in a passage once more, now accompanied only by Vilset the Vampire and Tarisse. Before these three ill-matched WarAngels stood a pair of immense gates, closed. Four statues stood to either side of the iron bars, beckoning any brave enough to dare them in combat. Drask sat, waiting for others to arrive. After a while, vAldiCi arrived, knowing now that each of the three paths had been all too real: he used his staff as a walking stick, leaning heavily upon its physical and magikal power. Romulus came through immediately following his brikar with his blade, the Atomizer, bloody. He wiped it clean on a cloth before sheathing it. Xandim took a while, but had found the right path.

The first guardian stepped forward to confront the power-conscious warriors of Light. It was tall, made of black stone that looked stronger and harder than steel. Its eyes were darker than the rest of him, portals into a void world nothing could escape.

To its right, the second guardian advanced, an Angel in all but form: it had shimmering alabaster wings and a blade that shone white as the sun. Pity and forgiveness were the last things its victims saw before they met their maker.

The other two statues stayed still.

Drask shied away from the avenging angel, remembering his own--Freia, morphling. He turned towards the daemon and raised his staff in salute to the guardian of the gate.

OOC--Two part combat, with the angel and the daemon being our first opponents. Oh, and in the next OOC for everyone's posts, list something your character would think of. Just anything.

OOC- chickn noodle soup. vAl is gona fight , as u have not seen him fight in a long time.

IC- So the demons wanted to play rough did they?? In their minds they had no doubt that they would slay every last one of the war angels, eating and burning their flesh till it rotted from their bones like so much ash..
Yes, they were demons..
Demons trapped within the confines of the stone, sentenced to guard this very entrance for the rest of their existence, which happened to last forever.

vAldiCi eyed the ashed remains of previous bold would-be adventurers.
He was confident that they could defeat these beings with well coordinated fighting.
As much as he liked to avoid direct confrontational combat, vAl was no stranger to the intricacies of an all out fight.

In a moment his staff flew out of his grasp and hovered in front of him, emitting an intense verdantine glow. It engulfed the caster in waves of aether. With a flick of his wrist and a pull of the energy stocked inside him, the elven mage shot a blast of twisting magic at the 'angel'.

So fast it was, that the stone-bound being could not dodge the impact. As the two collided, his opponent was within vAldiCi's grasp. He clenched his right fist, and the magic surrounding his opponent twisted and turned and crunched the being inside.

Not much could be seen but the sounds of crumbling stone rang loud through the caverns.

The glow dimming from his rigid form, vAldiCi said but one thing, "So, you wish to block our path?"

Things were only beginning...

OOC- heh



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For Altair~

OOC - ... party

IC - Xandim watched from behind his brethren. vAl singlehandedly killed the 'angel' statue with relative ease, while the rest had stayed back, possibly too afraid to move. It seemed clear the task in hand and what was happening. The first two were mere decoys, sent for unknwon reasons. Quickly Xandim turned to see the path he had previously walked slowly disappearing. Slowly he pushed that AtW forward, thinkin about the reason for this. The daemon statue ventured closer towards the AtW as Xandim raised his sword, prepared to lead the attack.

"Without power there is no control, without control there can be no power" (was somethin like that)

"We must control these statues movements and our bodies. If we confuse these statues and cause them to fall and tire themselves out, we can have a chance. We can no longer wait, the ground beneath us shatters as we speak. There is only one choice - live or die by the blade." Xandim spoke solemly. Slowly he strode towards the statue, not wasting anymore time.

OOC- There's a feeling I get when I look to the West...

IC- Vilset recognizes that he will have to fight to survive. He is ready. The feeling of Power eminates through the tunnel and courses through his veins. Looking at his comrades, he sees in them the same Power. He draws out his sword, and holds his head up. His eyes flash with a cinnibar glow. He raises his sword, preparing to strike. Others strike similar poses simultaneously. An odd assortment of fighters opposing a stone daemon. They all strike at once...

OOC- someone else can decide whether or not our efforts succeed. Have fun!

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