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Round Three - Battle Three: Rainfire vs. Heresy



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Alaude Drenxta

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Arena: Mountainous region.

A great river feeds into a gorgeous valley that separates the mountains like a divider. A volcanic region borders the area, encompassing the arena. The inner mountains are heavily forested, covered in all manners of greenery. Heavy winds carry whatever it can stir up. The four great elements all converge on this arena.

Condition: Avatar of the Elements.

Each combatant starts on opposing sides of the valley. In order to attack the opponent, the combatant must be holding a source of earth, fire, and water, and admit somewhere in their post that the wind is in fact blowing, essentially, they must have a representation of each of the four elements. However, at the end of the attack, all four elements must be dropped and recollected before they can attack again. The arena is static, and can not be altered, condensed, or transformed.

Judges: Bleeding Soul and Misanthropy

Templates by Tuesday June 23rd.
 
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Now, without further ado... I present my newest creation and the Standard-Bearer for my Rainfire account...


Name: Nurios Eskeleon

Nickname(s): Rainfire, The Sleeper

Age: Age is a construct of time. Time does not apply to those who merely live within a dream. As far as physical shells go, Nurios' shell appears to be a healthy and young 26.

Gender: Male, as far as anyone can tell.

Race: Nurios is represented by a human in appearance, though his race is merely a structure so that he can exist on the Physical Plane.

Personality: "The Sleeper" as he is called at times, is a determined individual. His mind seems to span gaps of time and space if only to find the corner of a page to turn so he can keep reading. His mind works on a different level than most others, viewing the abstract as fact and fact as merely speculation. He is not chaotic -- in fact, his actions and methods are very directed. His thinking is so far ahead that he often finds himself coming up behind his own plans to make a new one. Strategic doesn't even begin to describe the movements that he makes within his head.

In battle and outside, he's as calm as a lotus on a flat day upon a stream. His face shows emotion when needed and only as much as is needed. His small smile seems carefree and often will put one at ease. His eyes are light and never accusing. They instead seem to merely ask tentatively of the ones he rest them upon. He is soft-spoken, but still spoken, and only raises his voice if the situation calls for it. Even then he seems quiet... but there, and steady and stubborn, as far as making a point. His sense of humor is rather empty, often making jokes only to find that they aren't really that funny. He's usually willing to get over it though and is rather good humored as far as taking jokes goes.

Appearance: Nurio in his normal appearance is only average male height -- around 5'10. However, he has a muscular and lithe build, with tanned, tight but smooth, skin that shows a shade of very light brown. His hair is a dull sun-bleached white in color that seems to run every which-way off of his head, spiking in some places and laying down in others. His ears are a smaller, button-round, almost elfin in design. His features are sharp but kind, and his light brown/grey eyes seem to peer into the most bound of hearts. His face has a slightly rounder but rigid build to it, as does his frame, though it seems as if it can bend with the slightest breeze. On his back is a black-inked tattoo of an odd symbol that no one has of yet been able to identify.

Nurio wears brown pants that are slightly more slack and are held up by a black belt with a golden belt buckle in a simple circle-shape. He wears black boots that have nothing special about them either -- standard military appearance in all fact. He wears a black button-up tank top that is made of a fine but thick silk-like substance. Over this he wears a white long-trimmed vest that has curtails in the front and back that go down to his knees and feet respectively. Upon this vest lies the sash and scabbard of his weapon, a large mishapen sword called Sleep. Upon his shoulders is the remains of what seems to be a black tattered cloak, frayed around the shoulders and torn pieces sticking out here and there while the mainstay of it trails down to his lower legs. He wears black sleeves on his lower arms that end in a cut-off glove on his left hand and a circlet of an odd silver metal on his right hand.

History:

A Rough Beginning

Nurio was born a human and without a name. He was born a human back at the cusp of humanity's rise from being mere ape-cousins to the superior race of Earth. There was no real definition of "war" or "poverty" at that point, simply survival was all that mattered. Nurio's tribe was one of the best at survival, able to fend off most other groups and animals that would like to find one of their members as its next meal. The people of this tribe were normal in appearance and typical of the time -- fairly hairy (even the females had more than usual) and short and stocky, none of them reaching over five feet in height.

When Nurio was born he was almost destroyed for his difference in appearance. First off, as a babe he was not thick and small but rather similar to the newborns of contemporary age. His hair was white, which, while a baby, wasn't too unusual, was still unnerving. There was also a strange birthmark upon Nurio's back, which the tribe shaman decreed to be a mark from the Gods. His parents were both proud and ashamed, for any mark by the Gods was usually a bad sign, though none had ever occured on human skin before this time. They still chose to raise him instead of giving him up to sacrifice or releasing him into the wild or selling him as a slave to others.

Nurio grew up out of balance with the rest of the tribe. As a child he kept his white hair, which caused great unrest among the others of his tribe and ostricized him from playing with the other children of the tribe. He was also taller than normal, which made him stick out and his movements awkward when he would try and play hunter-prey with his father or what few friends he did possess. He excelled at learning quickly becoming as smart as the tribe shaman and even causing jealousy and fear from him. His hunting skills grew quicker than even the young men of the tribe, causing them to hate him because, as was custom, the best hunter of his tribe recieved the best mate. Indeed, Nurio's youth was riddled with awkwardness and alienation, which would only help to serve as a sign of things to come for him.

As Nurio grew into adulthood, he was even more hated. His parents had died from raids on other tribes and so he had to make a living on his own. He was taller than anyone else in the tribe and just as well built as the rest of the males. His white hair stood out and attracted the females more so than even the finest animal-pelts could at the time. The Shaman saw him as a threat to his power and the males of the tribe saw him as a threat to their continuity. It was in the middle of his twenties (as far as dates can tell) that a change was made in his life.

The shaman of the tribe secretly met with other shamen of the time and discussed Nurio and his appearance and everything about his character. They all found him fascinating, but at the same time, a potential danger to the very livelihood of the Shaman's society. The Shamans actually ruled the tribes together and only created hostility in order to keep the others from gaining any sort of power. Nurio possessed knowledge that even surpassed the eldest of the Shamen and strength greater than the greatest warrior of any tribe of the time. The only question was, what were they to do with the young man? They decided to cast a spell on him to make appeasement to the Gods above and below and all around.

So one night, Nurio was tied up and drugged and dragged from his shelter. He was taken to the Pit of the Three Moons, where, according to lore, three different "moons" (actually meteors) had fallen and it was considered the most sacred place known to the Shamen. Animals would specifically go far out of their paths and yearly migration routes in order to avoid the place. Strange events seemed to happen there, and so the Shamen considered their magical powers at their highest here. And so they tossed Nurio into the pit, and began to weave their spell around him, speaking words of their tongue now long forgotten.

The spell was meant to capture the soul from Nurio's body so that it would be perfectly in tact and would be prime material for sacrificing to the Gods. It was meant to render him into an unconscious from which he would never escape and would still leave, even while being eaten by the Gods if they so chose to accept the sacrifice of his soul. Given the nature of the pit around him, or perhaps he himself, this was not the case. The net of green and blue energy that was wrapping around his body seemed to jerk and tear, and became red and yellow, shifting shapes and seeping into his skin, while at the same time, striking out at the Shamen circled above, reaching through their very bodies and pulling out the essence of their lives and power.

The force itself seemed to be unbearable pain... and not just physical. He could feel the pain of their knowledge and power and things they had done in the past being melded into his mind and being rewritten as if he had done such things. He could feel pleasure though as well. He could feel the cold and the heat of power as it traced through his veins and wrote itself into his very DNA. The birthmark on his back seemed to shift and become a tattoo, only actually written into his very being, some ancient symbol. The spell seemed to torment him for an eternity, but rather only lasted a moment, as magic often leaves one with contradicting feelings. It was from that pit, that night that fifty-one individuals entered... and only one emerged. He emerged as a new being, one with power unimaginable for the time period and for the place in which he lived. He had the power of the fifty shamans -- the beings who more or less ensured the survival of everyone, who had been known to turn the weather to their favor or to shift the mountains so that they could pass through.

Nurio was unsure of what to do though. He knew that if he returned to his tribe that they would hate him and fear him for what happened. They would try to kill him and ultimately fail, because he would fight back. He had his loyalties to his tribe though, and wished not to fight them, and so instead stole upon the grounds and gathered enough supplies to last him a few days before setting off into the night, to walk the landscape of the young Earth and to leave his tribe in peace, never to see them again...

Pain of the Ages

Nurio found over time a new life. He was a traveler who wanted to see the world and to experience everything he could. He found that he could naturally speak any tongue he came across and his knowledge grew more and more. He wandered the deserts and walked along the shores of the seas, experiencing everything he could. He made a few friends along the way and many enemies -- those jealous of his powers and abilities. He used them to help others when he could and only rarely ever used them for gain, and even then it was to a positive end. Nurio also found, over time, that it held no meaning for him.

He watched as tribes grew into communities and communities into villages and villages into towns. Groups banded together and broke apart. Days were like minutes to him in comparison to others. He stopped aging and watched those he knew grow up and have children, die, and then their children repeat the same process. He was scared of himself and what he did not understand. There had to be a way to find out and he knew it had something to do with what happened to him. So, as time went by, he studied all that he could. He went back to the place of his "new" origins and, while he found nothing strange, he also found something very unusual. The pit he had been through in was now filled up and while one could see the edges of where it had been, Nurio no longer felt any connection to that place, as he had before now.

For the time being Nurio decided all he could do was wait. He finally stopped wandering in the area now known as Southern Europe... around Greece to be precise. He built himself a home and settled down while time passed him by even faster. While staying in one place, though, he found something -- a person who made time seem to slow down, if even a little, for him -- Renec. It was a woman who he could not resist. Her beauty was unparalleled from all the females he had seen -- she had long flowing black hair that curled at the ends, perfect olive skin, and the deepest blue eyes that even rivaled the oceans in their depth and beauty. She had a gorgeous body -- and a beautiful mind.

Nurio quickly made a run for her. At first there was resistance -- she wanted him to chase her if he truly cared, and so he did. Soon afterwards, she was his for the taking. She fell as deeply as in love with him as he did with her, and they almost never left one another's side. He made them a modest living and they enjoyed even some of the finer things in life that others did not -- items and treasures that Nurio had gathered in his journey across Europe, Africa, and Asia. For a little while, he didn't care about himself or about time passing around him, not as long as he had her.

That was the problem though, Nurio would not have her for long. Time slowly started to pass even faster again, and he watched Renec grow old and sick, and finally one day, she died. He anguished over her for years, watching the villages down below him in the vallies grow into town and soon, cities. It was one day while walking the streets of one of these cities that he heard of a being who could possibly help him. She was known as the Oracle at Delphi and supposedly had the ear of the Gods, or at least, was listening in through the ear of the Gods. It made no matter to him just as long as he got answers. And so, he left.


For two long weeks Nurio journeyed. There were dangers and obstacles and hard-tread paths along the way. At one point he was even stopped by the Demigod Hercules, who was trying to protect the Oracle from those that would do her harm. After they'd both beat the snot out of one another, Nurio finally explained that he meant her no harm and was in fact, there to get her help. Hercules considered this and finally decided to let him pass. From there on in he just had to climb the mountain to get to her.

Nurio finally reached the top of the mountain to find the temple in plain sight. Without thinking, he walked forward to enter the temple but was stopped by its four nearly-immortal and invincible guards. By this time he was agitated and was determined to get to her one way or another. He quickly dispatched the four guards without killing them, managing to trap them in an illusion, before he could continue on his way. He tread deep into the temple, careful to watch for any more surprises that might jump out at him, but encountered none. He finally found his way to the room of the Oracle, and she met him with like she had in her visions before this day.

They conversed for what seemed like night and day. Nurio wished to know about his power and know who he was and the Oracle just kept replying with riddles and circular logic. Finally though, he broke down to her, in all the pain that he had been in for the past century or so, and explained why he needed to know. The pain of being immortal was driving him insane and he needed some kind of straight answer from her. The Oracle hesitated for a while, before she finally decided to respond. She told him that he was indeed the culmination of power from the shamans that birthed him and from his own abilities -- which laid dormant within him. She also told him that the Pit from which it occured had been moved -- or rather, the magical energy and ground that inhabited the Pit had been moved and the rest had been filled. Some mysterious group that she could not quite identify had done it, but she was confident that if he waited eventually he would find them.

Nurio thanked her and gave her offering of his precious treasures, from which she accepted gratefully. He left the temple that day and decided it was time to start journeying again. So it was that he traveled the world, to continents he had never been to before and to cities he never knew existed. As time passed he kept an eye out for any signs of the mysterious group that had made off with his origins, but the only clues he ever found fell short for him. It was indeed something that even he, with his vast extent of knowledge could not figure out. The Oracle told him to have patience... but even that of someone who lived forever would grow weary after a couple of centuries.

However, time passed enough... and he finally found an important clue. On a visit to the city of El Dorado, the legendary city of gold, he found that the golden temples, according to history, had been crafted by some strange group who possessed powers not unlike his own. He found out that their name -- Ordino Mivatus. Sadly that was all that he was able to discover. So with a fond farewell to his friends in the city, Nurio bid them farewell to continue his world-wide trek for information.

Around the turn of the 20th Century, Nurio (now a private wealthy entrepreneur) had it all. He was powerful and dealt with all matters of things -- from construction to artifacts, from the arcane to the scientific. He had been there and done that more than likely. His aims were only to maintain his lifestyle and further his research into the mysterious Ordino Mivatus. His powers had grown even more -- constant training and help from others around the world who apparently let him know that he was not alone in being unnatural.

A World Not as it Seems

As his life progressed, Nurio slowly started to control more and more industries, more and more companies and groups in hopes that at least one of them would get him closer to Mivatus. As it so happened, luck would finally smile on him. One day he received a mysterious e-mail from an anonymous individual, an email that requested he come to the base of K2 in the Himalayas. While never a naive or stupid individual, Nurio couldn't help but be curious and was desparate for answers in his process of non-aging.

Nurio made his trek to the Himalayas via private jet and his own abilities. It was a hard icy journey through the valleys and up onto the sharp crags that decorated the frozen and hazardous landscape. All the while though, even in the barren nature of the place, it seemed as if he was never alone. He could almost feel a presence, a close one that seemed powerful yet dangerous. His mind was boggled while his body was nearly frozen... but for some reason, it never did. He felt the could -- knew it existed, yet he never suffered from hypothermia or any other cold-related condition. It boggled his mind even further.

Eventually he reached the base of K2... and found nothing. At least, from what he could see normally. He searched the base of the huge and daunting peak but came up empty. He was starting to get enraged... between the mystery, and the cold, and the pain of the years, it was all piling up on him. He felt himself slip deeper and finally couldn't handle the pressure. He exploded with magical energy, and it cascaded off of his body in waves that seemed to shake the valley of the mountains themselves. It was in this that he saw it -- at one small crag, the snow and permafrost was knocked off enough to reveal a door made of an odd, dark metal. He inspected the door and touched it with his hand tentatively, and the door receeded from sight. Nurio travelled down a darkly lith pathway underneath the mountain. It seemed like he was wandering for hours, before he came to a large chamber.

He gasped. Standing before him was a group of individuals who wore dark red hoods. They were dressed similarly but he could discern that there were females and males. They stared at him from underneath their hoods and he quickly and foolishly revealed his powers. Of course to him it was the right move -- he did not feel like screwing around any further. They however, appeared unaffected -- in fact, one-by-one, they did the same. Each one removed their cowls and revealed faces as young and as old as his was at the same time. They all had abilities, possibly on par with his own and were all ageless as he was it seemed. He stepped down from being over-anxious and talked with them.

For once it seemed like Nurio caught a break. They eagerly told him of who they were and what they did. They were the Ordino Mivatus and their mission was to make sure the world ran carefully and did not progress too fast or too slowly. They were all immortals, some younger, some older, some even the same age. Each had powers of their own that they had unlocked... but none of them possessed his. They stole the materials from the Pit because they had hoped to gain his own abilities in order to their own -- as it stood, he was potentially the most powerful of them but they knew not where their abilities originated from in the first place. They wanted to contact him earlier, but could not for fear of him not taking things too well. They offered him a position amongst their own, and he gladly accepted, contributing his massive resources to their own and in return, learning about his own wild and vast abilities, unlocking them and training with them. And so it would continue for centuries upon centuries...

One Dreamed of Becoming Somebody

As millenia passed and the world shaped in new and interesting ways, Nurio became the Grand Arbiter of Ordino Mivatus. It was upon his decisions that the world rode. The people of Earth advanced into space and into new worlds and galaxies. Meanwhile, Nurio explored other planes and other worlds on his own. He learned of magicks and abilities and worlds and peoples that he had never before known. He, along with the Ordino Mivatus, claimed new worlds in the name of Earth and contested evil and heresy where they found it. They were a force to be reckoned with, owning their own private army and their own private worlds and stations that kept space and other worlds, planes, and dimensions safe from what evils they could prevent.

Nurio was a powerhouse among those out there. He was considered The Sleeper because as he had discovered... his powers were manifested in the state between consciousness and un. Though he had powers when he was awake, it was when he slept that he was truly "awake." During that state he entered a realm of consciousness formerly unknown and it literally blinked his existence out of every other plane and dominion. It was there that he could manifest himself on the physical plane as anything he wished, or any other plane for that matter. He was quite literally on the cusp of being one of the most powerful beings in known existence (at least, the existence he knew).

There were those, however, who wished his power for their own. One of the Ordino, a man known as Criolus, was jealous because his power was only level four by consideration of the Ordino while Nurio was considered a class ten. He schemed for centuries on how to take Nurio's power. Finally he found a way... an ancient blade upon a lost world known as Sleep. It was a sword that could transfer power between two beings, amongst a myriad of other abilities. It was that one that mattered most to Criolus. He set up a trap for luring Nurio there by telling him that one of the Ordino was in danger on the planet.

Nurio, unsuspecting and worrying about one of his own, took off with full fire. Criolus followed of course, offering to provide "back-up" to Nurio when he may need it. He found his way to the temple and there, walked into the trap. Criolus took the blade from the pedastal as Nurio was distracted and stabbed it right through his back. Nurio screamed out in pain, a scream that could be heard throughout the galaxy and ripping through planes around him. Criolus pulled the sword out, expecting to receive his powers and destroy Nurio all at the same time. His expectations though, would not be met this time.

Instead, the sword bonded with Nurio. Its shape altered and twisted and became similar to that of Nurio's soul. Nurio turned around, his wound gone and his power increased a thousand-fold. Criolus panicked and tried to swing at Nurio, but the newly-powered immortal simply flicked his wrist, causing the blade to summon itself within his hand. He looked at Criolus with pity and hatred. He did not understand why he would betray him but knew that he mustn't be allowed to live. Using the blade, and his newfound powers, he did something that no one else in the Ordino Mivatus was able to do -- kill an immortal.

He left the world a new man, a more fierce man, if only more intelligent. He returned to Earth, wanting to tell his friends of what had conspired upon the lost world. When he returned though, he found it gone. His planet was removed... as if it had never been there. Earth no longer existed and he couldn't feel any trace of its aura left. He panicked and searched for an answer. After only a short time he found that the world had been removed from the Universe completely -- and in fact, it would never return. The being who had done this? His name was Valyon Lightstar. Nurio was determined to find this Valyon and to destroy him in order to avenge his world and everything he lost.

Upon his journies he discovered that it was simply not just a universe he existed in, but rather an Omniverse. There were worlds upon dimension upon planes upon realms of existence that he had never known before and could only start to grasp. He searched long and wide for Valyon Lightstar, hearing tales of his powers and feats. For once in his long lifetime, Nurio seemed scared of someone, but he was determined to destroy this being and restore justice and honor to his now homeless home...

More Story To Come

Weapon(s): Sleep -- This is a large claymore/flamberge-like weapon that has a mishapen blade. It's edge is sharp in whatever way its wielder wishes it to be. To that end, it is bonded to its wielder permanently, and if their power is great enough, then so is its. It is black as the night and seems to hold the light and darkness of all those who have ever seen its shine. Its true origins are a mystery but Nurio is determined to find out someday to what extent the power of the blade really does reach...

Abilities/Powers:Nurio has an expansive range of abilities. To start, he has the power of fifty shamans -- powers to sculpt and wield nature and the energy of his own body, among other things. His own abilities that were gifted to him from whatever source range over a vast expanse but are mainly mediated through his own realm that he ascends to when needed. His powers are relegated to whatever he can dream up -- that is, to an extent. His power source is not infinite, he can fall and he can get tired. He has special moves and abilities that are signature to himself only. At a later time they will be added, or with each one seen.

Theme Song: World Ain't Right -- Hurt
Battle Song: Fall Into Sleep -- Mudvayne
 
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I was making him just for you, Kegan. =(


Name
Salix
Gender
Male
Title
Willow of the Winterwell
Age
176

Physical Depiction
Youthfully androgenous to most, Salix comes off as slightly more masculine in appearance. His skin and hair are very dry and earthy colours, pale white and pitch black respectively when at the extemity of his human form. His sharp, yellow eyes remain the only constant; present even when he returns to the form of a tree, and hidden within the bark of his eyelids. His fingers tend to be smeared in charcoal. As far as clothing goes, with Salix it is minimal. However, at the service of The Fenriarch, he is adorned in the scarecrow's garb; tattered garments, cloak and a large hat.

Traits
Salix tends to be... slow, and contemplative when he gets the chance. He is somewhat self-loathing and untrusting, and usually confused. He is quick to judge, and quick to reconsider his judgements.

Armaments
Blanca
An inumberable collection of rapiers that Salix may summon at will from the Norther.

Abilities & Techniques
Winterwell
Salix was once a White Willow that hung solemnly over a secluded, frozen basin within the depths of the ancient forest. It was known as the "Winterwell". His mind is essentially one great collective of the life that inhabitated this very small fraction of the forest. His body may transform and act in a manner of the things that made up the Winterwell.

Norther
The realm of secrets. It overlaps the physical world, like a shadow to a structure, and vice-versa. To use the Norther it must be understood, but it is The Fenriarch who knows the most of it. He bestowed upon Salix a single secret, which allows him to "Draw" things from within it. But this is incredibly difficult to do at first, and is most easiest with things related to the user. Even as he draws his "blanca" from the Norther, they have an appearance somewhat likened to tree branches.

Winterend
Signature technique. A mass of blades materialise, converge and impale the target from each direction.

History

Salix lived a purposeful yet ignorant existence before he had a name, and before he became a man. The Fenriarch, a feared character said to be from another world, changed all that for him. Now he serves the dark being as the spy of the ancient forest. Many desire the power and change he can give, but what cost comes with the gift of sentience?

Battle Theme:
Character Theme: Sikth - Peep Show
 
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Is that a Mudvayne theme song I see?

Kegan knows how to turn an impartial judge into a very partial judge.
 

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Why yes, yes it is. :D

Funny, that's how I plan to win my court cases as an attorney.

Also, surprise! Apparently I'm at least going to have limited access over the next day or so, so go ahead and get this ball rolling when you can Heresy. I've made opening post my past 2 battles and I don't feel like it now. Of course, this is assuming that AD or whoever gets the condition up in time.

Good luck bro'.
 

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I'm going to the movies today, and will probably do other frivolous things.

Yep, good luck to you too.
 

Endgame

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Kegan wins.

Oh wait I'm meant to do the biased judging part later.
 

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Hey, since we don't have an arena and condition, what do you want to do about this Heresy? We could just call it a draw and decide between us who gets a win and who gets a loss. That'd be 5th place and 6th place in the Order, respectively. Or we could just have a no holds barred knock-down drag-out fight to the death. :D Personally though if we do the Draw thing I'm happy with 5th or 6th, doesn't really matter in my book.
 

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Yeah, y'know I was just kind of waiting but it never got posted up. I'm cool for whatever, I've been going for 6th the whole time but I thought we could've still had some fun with this, even if it went beyond time constraints.
 

Alaude Drenxta

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I can put up some conditions and an arena for one battle, guys, I'm not that much of a dick. XD

Sorry it took so long.
 

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OOC: I guess then I'll get this party started.

IC:

The wind was blowing. It was a cold current that carried crossways and cut through the valley. The sun was arise on the east and the warmth flooded through even more-so than the wind itself. Overall it had a refreshing effect -- the wind provided comfort and coolness while the sun provided a great deal of warmth, balancing one another out. This whole area was about balance though -- it was a balance of the elements. There was earth, upon which he stood. Wind, which blew in his hair. Fire, which surrounded the region in which he was,; and water, which flowed and meandered down below him.

Nurio slid his fingers through his hair and soothed himself for the battle to come. It had been a long hard road and he had made it this far; Gods help him he would make it further by the time it was all said and done. This was a tournament, or so he had been told -- one in which he strove to find answers. Being the best meant nothing to him... he was here for him. Valyon Lightstar was his name, the one who had destroyed the world he loved. Intel Nurio had gathered told him that the ancient one was in this tournament somewhere, but he would just have to find where. He was hoping that his opponent would know the answer.

Nurio let his gaze wander aimlessly down the mountain upon which he stood at the summit. It was a long way down, but it wouldn't matter to a person of his power. What did matter was for that which he was currently searching. It would be a small thing but hopefully it would exist. A little river of lava was all for which he could hope. If there was one it would be flowing through a vein into this mountain, since it stood at the region's edge. The battle conditions for this fight were interesting and, if he wasn't on such an important mission, he would otherwise enjoy it.

He slipped off into a momentary daydream as he searched. His friends were there, the ones of Mivatus, and they were all sitting around the table discussing their tactics and future plans. Elian was talking about actually settling down and raising a family, just so he could watch it grow and, for once in his life, feel that he had accomplished something other than meddling in the affairs of Earth. Usteo wanted to run her own little private country and see how many disguises she could go through to switch reigns. It made Nurio chuckle as he listened to some of their future plans that they would never have. He could remember Criolus and the silence that he bled around as he sit there and moped and would give anyone a scornful look if they asked what his plans were.

Then there was Denea, who always gave Nurio a special look. She had expressed her interests in him not too long before then and he was unsure as of what his feelings truly were for her. They had been on a couple of dates and even shared a bed together once or twice, but he didn't want to set her on a path of which he was not certain of his own steps. He just smiled calmly at her and chatted freely with Denea and the rest of the group. Funny though, it seemed as if Elian had a red streak across his face. Wait... red streak.

Lava.

Nurio shook his head as he came back to the present and saw it down below. He gave a small smile before he tapped the ground with his foot, summoning steps of rock so that he had a clear path down. Humming a tune as he went, Rainfire planned out each step that he would take during this battle and whether or not he would have to use Sleep. He stopped for a moment, at the edge of the stream of lava and raised his left hand above it. He could feel the heat, the intensity of the subtle molten liquid and reached down into it mentally. He grabbed onto it and pulled some out, cupping it with his mind, and forming it into a sphere that floated mere inches above his now upturned left hand. He let the sphere of lava float around him in a circle, and stepped over the small trench of lava.

As he moved along, he repeated the process from earlier with his right hand, except this time he focused on the earth below. Soon he had a rock-hard sphere of earth also circling him in dual-orbit with the sphere of fire. He needed water and would soon be ready to attack his opponent. Of course, first he would ask him if he knew anything about Lightstar and his whereabouts. Nurio hated that man and already had a fate planned out for him once he met him. He knew of Lightstar's abilities and knew that he was quite powerful but it all mattered naught to him. Nurio moved up to the bank of a river before long, and repeated the process from earlier a third time, forming a sphere of water and letting it circle him as well.

Now he just moved for the center of the battlefield. He would find his opponent and test his mettle against him. The thing was though... he would have to find his opponent first.
 

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Salix sat solemnly at the edge of the lake, his many arms drooped over the rocky bed to lightly brush the surface of the water. This land held a certain sanctity; a cosmic silence that carried through the wind and buffetted against his hunched frame. It held a power that reminded him of the Ancient Forest, but the two places, he felt, were very different. It was too open... the air was too free and the earth was too rich. It was delicious, but that certain "wholeness" was not present.

The elements were quite powerful here, but they did not harmonise... they simply existed side by side. He could sense the pride they held in their differences, Salix did not feel comfortable with such distinction. He did not believe in the arcane heirarchies established by self-assured sentients who claim to understand the intricacies of the universe. The Five Elements. To him, there was only one... Life. The Great Alchemic Circle of Life. Life in all its many forms... these thoughts crossed his mind as he regarded his own reflection within the water. A white willow. No face. A body, yes... but a different kind.

As Nurio came to the waters on the opposite edge of the river, Salix hung silently, but with a noticeably inquisitive stiffness. He already knew the conditions of this battle, but he would have rather affixed some certainty of a position on his opponent before making such casual preparations. It were as if he expected Salix to ambush him at any moment, and could care less. An enviable trait. But one well deserved, he was quite sure. The Fenriarch held a habit for keeping secrets, and undoubtedly he knew more about this man than he had let on... but it was foolish to question the motives of his master. He had been given his instructions, and he would carry them out flawlessly or suffer the consequences. His target had departed, most likely to the center of the battlefield.

Encrusted roots wrenched forth from the pebble-lain soil beneath the water's surface, and branches reached upward to the clouds in jubilant fashion. A swarm of white leaves stripped themselves from their body, coalescing into the sky as one formless entity, dancing about the uprooted tree as if to coerce it into joining them. It crumpled lifelessly into a cloud a dust, but rather than collapse over the lake surface, hung in mid-air to answer the call. The mass drifted higher through the interlacing currents of the air, until Nurio came into sight.

It followed him, like a kite, Nurio holding the string, unaware. Or at least pretending to anyway. It was time to greet the man. Salix held a certain apprehension as he slowly descended. The thought of The Fenriarch saw that such forstallment was eliminated. He crashed roughly ten feet before the man, a tornado of dust and leaves that continued to grow in ferocity, yet seemed to... converge. It grew smaller, tighter and more refined... solid. It reconstructed itself, but not in the form of a tree. Salix was a man, yet again. Knees bent, he rose to meet the face of his opponent.

Now as he was told...

'Salix Winterwell... that's my name. Valyon Lightstar... heh, well that's another.'
 
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