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<blockquote data-quote="Zerith" data-source="post: 5932488" data-attributes="member: 99953"><p>[FONT=&quot]<span style="color: DimGray">OoC: Ooooo! An opportunity for great mischief! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /> </span></p><p><span style="color: DimGray">Also, I hope this is enough to blow through 3 rounds of panic</span></p><p><span style="color: DimGray">Also, warning, the sblocks are long ;3XD/OoC</span></p><p></p><p>The Reality:</p><p>Zinerath had tucked his legs next to his chest and was pulling them in closer with his arms while also wrapping himself up in his own wings; he was blathering incoherently and while muffled. Then he heard Geryk, he shuddered and allowed a gap to form between his wings, he spied Geryk with an eye that burned crimson with fear and clouded dark confusion, then he realized who he was looking at, and terror took root.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=The Perception]Zinerath’s body was in taters, his mortal life flowing away in a torrent, and his very soul was crumbling away under its own weight, and yet he was not dying; he had finally earned his place, the one he never wanted.</p><p></p><p>He could see and feel his humanity perish as his forefathers, nay, his very heritage, revel in his plight.</p><p>He could see and feel his surroundings crumble away he saw the lich’s tower fall once more as the floor gave way beneath him; hell had awaited, and it would wait no longer as the fortress sank into a sea of dark fire.</p><p></p><p>He fell.</p><p></p><p>He, somehow, managed to get free of the net as the mod fell along with him, screaming, burning; he did not burn, his wings opened and his decent stopped. A grin surged over his face, brimming with jolly madness.</p><p>The fate he had feared so much, for his entire life, it was no longer so threatening then that it had come to pass! He could almost laugh as he could see the burning bodies of his aggressors fell down all around him, their terror seemed to ease his own.</p><p></p><p>Then fell the ruin of the children.</p><p></p><p>He could hear their innocent souls cry out in anguish “Why” his grin faded, and he did not feel like laughing. He then felt a massive weight hanging from his foot; looking down still clenching his foot, there was Geryk, mangled, charred and enraged, dragging Zinerath down long with him, or was it the other way around?</p><p>Geryk’s words were not whole, but he thought he could make out a few: <span style="color: Yellow">accursed</span>, <span style="color: Yellow">unnatural</span>. Then Zinerath perceived two sentence<span style="color: Yellow"> “Can you hear me boy?”</span> fallowed closely by <span style="color: Yellow">“You are a~ -f’iend!”</span> Zinerath kicked and squirmed, he even tried to bat Geryk off with one of his wings as he attempted to prevent falling to the increasingly threatening hell below.</p><p>Zinerath turned away and noticed there were yet others who had fallen from tower, one fell just in front of his face, he instinctively knew Ambrose’s lifeless face when he saw it and who all fell with the him, he also say the lifeless face’s eyes snap onto his own as the fallen paladin mouthed one word: “Why?” </p><p></p><p>Everything seemed to slow down as he felt a deliberate, murderous intent level onto his brow, followed by a familiar, gruff voice that made an angered statement from on high “I <u>Warned</u> <em>you.</em>” Spoke the voice before blazing beams of light thundered from on high, sundered his form and ruined his wings.</p><p></p><p>He fell once more.[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>The Reality</p><p>Zinerath grew increasingly panicked by Geryk’s voice and presence, he bated a wing at Geryk, then bucked off the ground and into a rushed flight that was spent before it be began. He briefly glided over the palisades, and along its length before gliding onto the palisades; two of his wings were ripped and snagged on the tall wooden stakes.</p><p>He fell down, his two snagged wings ripped free just before he impacted the ground, where he landed with a thud and a roll as he one again tucked himself into a ball; his wounded wings hissed and crackled as the dark mist raised and started knitting the sounded flesh back together.</p><p></p><p>[sblock= The Perception] Zinerath hit jagged earth with a sickening crack as the remains of his form crumpled into the ground; he knew should have died outright from the wound, yet, life would not leave his body no matter how weary he grew of it.</p><p>Then he heard loud footfalls, something lifted him by the arm before trying to drag him away, he caught a glimpse of it, it was large, winged, had a wealth of horns, and held a length of spiked chains from its other hand. His foot was snagged, impaled, or something else had hold of him. The beast snarled at the resistance, lifted Zinerath skywards and seemingly attempted to rip him in half. Then another pair of footfalls sounded from behind him, he could tell nothing, other than the assumption of the second pair being far heavier. A hand enveloped his head, yanked and then a spin chilling voice roared <span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: Red">“MiNe”</span></span></span> a split second before he felt himself being cleaved in half by flame and steel.</p><p></p><p>Then he felt nothingness.[/sblock][/FONT]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Zerith, post: 5932488, member: 99953"] [FONT="][COLOR=DimGray]OoC: Ooooo! An opportunity for great mischief! :D Also, I hope this is enough to blow through 3 rounds of panic Also, warning, the sblocks are long ;3XD/OoC[/COLOR] The Reality: Zinerath had tucked his legs next to his chest and was pulling them in closer with his arms while also wrapping himself up in his own wings; he was blathering incoherently and while muffled. Then he heard Geryk, he shuddered and allowed a gap to form between his wings, he spied Geryk with an eye that burned crimson with fear and clouded dark confusion, then he realized who he was looking at, and terror took root. [sblock=The Perception]Zinerath’s body was in taters, his mortal life flowing away in a torrent, and his very soul was crumbling away under its own weight, and yet he was not dying; he had finally earned his place, the one he never wanted. He could see and feel his humanity perish as his forefathers, nay, his very heritage, revel in his plight. He could see and feel his surroundings crumble away he saw the lich’s tower fall once more as the floor gave way beneath him; hell had awaited, and it would wait no longer as the fortress sank into a sea of dark fire. He fell. He, somehow, managed to get free of the net as the mod fell along with him, screaming, burning; he did not burn, his wings opened and his decent stopped. A grin surged over his face, brimming with jolly madness. The fate he had feared so much, for his entire life, it was no longer so threatening then that it had come to pass! He could almost laugh as he could see the burning bodies of his aggressors fell down all around him, their terror seemed to ease his own. Then fell the ruin of the children. He could hear their innocent souls cry out in anguish “Why” his grin faded, and he did not feel like laughing. He then felt a massive weight hanging from his foot; looking down still clenching his foot, there was Geryk, mangled, charred and enraged, dragging Zinerath down long with him, or was it the other way around? Geryk’s words were not whole, but he thought he could make out a few: [COLOR=Yellow]accursed[/COLOR], [COLOR=Yellow]unnatural[/COLOR]. Then Zinerath perceived two sentence[COLOR=Yellow] “Can you hear me boy?”[/COLOR] fallowed closely by [COLOR=Yellow]“You are a~ -f’iend!”[/COLOR] Zinerath kicked and squirmed, he even tried to bat Geryk off with one of his wings as he attempted to prevent falling to the increasingly threatening hell below. Zinerath turned away and noticed there were yet others who had fallen from tower, one fell just in front of his face, he instinctively knew Ambrose’s lifeless face when he saw it and who all fell with the him, he also say the lifeless face’s eyes snap onto his own as the fallen paladin mouthed one word: “Why?” Everything seemed to slow down as he felt a deliberate, murderous intent level onto his brow, followed by a familiar, gruff voice that made an angered statement from on high “I [U]Warned[/U] [I]you.[/I]” Spoke the voice before blazing beams of light thundered from on high, sundered his form and ruined his wings. He fell once more.[/sblock] The Reality Zinerath grew increasingly panicked by Geryk’s voice and presence, he bated a wing at Geryk, then bucked off the ground and into a rushed flight that was spent before it be began. He briefly glided over the palisades, and along its length before gliding onto the palisades; two of his wings were ripped and snagged on the tall wooden stakes. He fell down, his two snagged wings ripped free just before he impacted the ground, where he landed with a thud and a roll as he one again tucked himself into a ball; his wounded wings hissed and crackled as the dark mist raised and started knitting the sounded flesh back together. [sblock= The Perception] Zinerath hit jagged earth with a sickening crack as the remains of his form crumpled into the ground; he knew should have died outright from the wound, yet, life would not leave his body no matter how weary he grew of it. Then he heard loud footfalls, something lifted him by the arm before trying to drag him away, he caught a glimpse of it, it was large, winged, had a wealth of horns, and held a length of spiked chains from its other hand. His foot was snagged, impaled, or something else had hold of him. The beast snarled at the resistance, lifted Zinerath skywards and seemingly attempted to rip him in half. Then another pair of footfalls sounded from behind him, he could tell nothing, other than the assumption of the second pair being far heavier. A hand enveloped his head, yanked and then a spin chilling voice roared [FONT=Impact][SIZE=4][COLOR=Red]“MiNe”[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] a split second before he felt himself being cleaved in half by flame and steel. Then he felt nothingness.[/sblock][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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