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Title: {OPEN} A Darker Evil Is Formed
Post by: K2 on April 03, 2013, 07:44:17 PM

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Floating in the darkness. / I. Can't. Escape.

Zere was fucking afraid. What. The. Hell. Was happening? How the hell had he gotten here? He... He couldn't remember... Anything. Except... His father. He'd been on Tefillin, preparing torecruit Hermitage into the new... Organization he was forming. And then, he saw his father's face. And that's when he realized... Everything. His father had been behind everything. His father... Had manipulated him.

...And now, he was going to take his father down.

A Darker Evil Is Formed.

It was time for a casting call. Zere's eyes opened. He was... In some sort of prison, made of darkness. His father had trapped him... Yes... Because Zere had figured it all out. His father's plans. The truth behind everything -- behind Plex, behind the recent Eclipse of Magic. First, Zere needed to get free from this prison. And then... Then, Zere needed to go to war. But first...

Holding up his hand, he watched as it lit up with a red aura. A moment later, sparks of red hopped off his hand and into the air. A magical beacon for help. Who it would go to, he didn't know. How many it would go to, he didn't know. But he needed a jailbreak. So, he was sending out an SOS.

Title: Re: {OPEN} A Darker Evil Is Formed
Post by: The Blade on April 03, 2013, 08:00:48 PM

I sense... a signal...

A voice piped up in the head of one certain being, one so recently back to the true mortal plane. Said being though had already felt the signal, sending a shiver run down his spine as he hovered in the middle of space, not looking at anything in particular.

"Someone needs help..." The being muttered, his voice dark and with a growl behind the words giving it a certain malicious air. A certain burning in his arm alerted him to focus on something but honestly, the being really couldn't care anymore, he had another task.

YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SAVING THE REALM!

The voice cried out inside his skull, causing a twitch to run through his eye. A calming breath later though and he drowned out the insistent voice to stop himself shouting back at it, it would only give the voice of Exodus pleasure.

So, focusing his magic around himself, Sirius Blade teleported himself to the source of the beacon only to see... Some form of dark, shadow-y orb. In the middle of this orb was where the source of the beacon was. "What is this?" Blade muttered to himself and reached up, scratching his chin gently as he formulated a plan to bring down the orb. This was where the true magic of Exodus came in for it was not only specialised in creating seals but breaking them as well. So, opening up a series of portals around the shadow-prison, whereupon a series of massive chains shot out and surrounded the orb of darkness. Forcing magic through these chains and with a few hand movements, Blade forced the chains to close around the prison, crushing it from the outside with the aid of Exodus magic to break any bonds around the prison. Exodus would work better than most others however as it was magic that had not been seen for millennia making it impossible to have defenses against it unless the person who created the prison happened to be there... So long ago...

Title: Re: {OPEN} A Darker Evil Is Formed
Post by: K2 on April 03, 2013, 08:47:53 PM

Shattered. Plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa / / / nNnNnNNNNOpposing Kingdoms.

Craaaaack.

The orb of darkness did shatter. Exodus was strong, strong enough to break the prison. But the prison was powerful. As it shattered, gusts of wind would fly in every which direction as a black, glass-like material exploded outwards. When this would fade, there he would be. Zere. A bald sorcerer with ageing, deceased skin and an old, black cloak -- a cloak which had once, long ago, been the standard cloak of the Anrufe, before they changed designs to a newer, black cloak. Whoever this man was... He was old.