Oruc
Reactionary
OOC: I wrote this quite awhile ago, kept meaning to write something that had more to do with the actual Nes, but they never came as easy as this one.
So you know whatever.
The figure was shrouded in shadow it swirled about his person and through the joints in his armour, he holds a long greatsword etched with runes in his hands, and is clothed in full plate armour apart from his head the figures gauntlets are imprinted with the image of an unblinking eye and his chestplate held the same image.
His face was obscured by shadows and black mists but his eyes shone clearly in their malevolence.
This will be your end
The woman he regarded with such hate merely offered him a slight smile, her hair is a wild silver mane and her eyes are as green as jade she is possessed of a divine beauty. She carries a gleaming quarterstaff that seems to reflect all myriad colours her hands gripped the staff and she assumed a defensive stance.
They stood apart and in very different environments, behind the armoured man was a barren landscape that held a river that resembled a wound in the land more then anything. Beyond the river there were mountains apart from those things the land was devoid of life.
While behind the woman was a jungle thick with life, vines wove through the branches of trees giving the appearance of a vast net, the stems of the vines coiled down the tree trunks like snakes. The jungle floor was hidden by a mass of foliage, and things moved through the jungle canopy above and dark shapes stalked the edges of jungle.
I am surprised by your continued survival Ignatia, the others fell to my might long ago
This fight is pointless Bane
Bane ignored her Your all but finished, just as your followers were destroyed in Malkavia, so shall you be destroyed now
Please listen to-
No I will not spare you no matter how much you beg, you have corrupted my creation, you have tainted my followers and led them away from the path to paradise. You die!
With that proclamation Bane leapt towards the goddess, his feet did not need to touch the ground as he raced towards his foe the black mist trailing him. Bane repeatedly hammered at Ignatia driving her back into the jungle seeking to defeat her using brute strength.
She was able to block and parry each blow he throe at her, they were now in the thick of the jungle and she commanded the vines to lash and grab him, a momentary nuisance to him he grabbed a vine tore it free from its rooting and slashed another. While he was distracted she turned the end of the quarterstaff to a point and stabbed repeatedly at his head before he could react properly, she felt a gash tear in his cheek, but he grabbed the staff and whirled round sending her skidding into the brush.
Ignatia quickly stood to see Bane about to break the quarterstaff over his knee, it disappear from his grasped and appeared a split second later in her outstretched hand. The mists and shadows surrounding him flared like flames and he moved with incredible speed towards the goddess, she danced away but his sword slash tore through a trailing wrist Ignatia cried out in agony as the dark flames licked up her arm.
The very jungle responded to her cry, vines and plants lashed at him, great black beasts latched onto the god driving him to floor before he could capitalise on her weakness. The beasts could not keep him down for long, he crushed ones throat even as another drove its fangs through his armour into his shoulder. He gripped the head of the one that had its fangs lodged in him and it erupted in black flames, it fell from his back. He smashed the head of a beast with his fist and crushed the spine of another as it tried to scurry away.
Ignatia felt the burns healing and the stump growing itself into a new hand, her servants had saved her. But many of them had been killed and much of the jungle been burnt to ash from the black flames that currently enveloped Bane. He was already advancing again, racing towards her with his greatsword held high and she poured her power in the staff and held it aloft.
Staff and sword shattered when they clashed; the power contained in both items forced them apart.
They were standing facing each other again.
The flames had died away from him, but the mists still obscured him from view How do you have such power left? Even with no worshippers and your name forgotten you persist
You have grown tyrannical and paranoid in victory Bane and your followers mimic you, they see enemies everywhere and commit great atrocities in the name law, order and justice. Now many see those who follow your path and consider them evil, hateful and uncaring, so they unknowingly turn to me in their effort to bring about change and find a different path
Your influence taints my creation again? Corrupts the test I set down before the faithful? Then I will purge your lingering malignancy as will those that still follow me
Dont you see? This struggle is pointless; we are one and the same. If we are not joined as one we will only slip more to the extremes in an effort to justify our existence. If there is more then one god we become fallible as our divinity is divided. There can only be one God
It seemed the face within the shadows was thinking, the usual hate filled glare wasnt present; Ignatias bore an expression bordering on hope. I agree His face was obscured by shadows and black mists still, but now his eyes shone clearly in their malevolence.
Bane sneered, I alone will be that god
So you know whatever.
The figure was shrouded in shadow it swirled about his person and through the joints in his armour, he holds a long greatsword etched with runes in his hands, and is clothed in full plate armour apart from his head the figures gauntlets are imprinted with the image of an unblinking eye and his chestplate held the same image.
His face was obscured by shadows and black mists but his eyes shone clearly in their malevolence.
This will be your end
The woman he regarded with such hate merely offered him a slight smile, her hair is a wild silver mane and her eyes are as green as jade she is possessed of a divine beauty. She carries a gleaming quarterstaff that seems to reflect all myriad colours her hands gripped the staff and she assumed a defensive stance.
They stood apart and in very different environments, behind the armoured man was a barren landscape that held a river that resembled a wound in the land more then anything. Beyond the river there were mountains apart from those things the land was devoid of life.
While behind the woman was a jungle thick with life, vines wove through the branches of trees giving the appearance of a vast net, the stems of the vines coiled down the tree trunks like snakes. The jungle floor was hidden by a mass of foliage, and things moved through the jungle canopy above and dark shapes stalked the edges of jungle.
I am surprised by your continued survival Ignatia, the others fell to my might long ago
This fight is pointless Bane
Bane ignored her Your all but finished, just as your followers were destroyed in Malkavia, so shall you be destroyed now
Please listen to-
No I will not spare you no matter how much you beg, you have corrupted my creation, you have tainted my followers and led them away from the path to paradise. You die!
With that proclamation Bane leapt towards the goddess, his feet did not need to touch the ground as he raced towards his foe the black mist trailing him. Bane repeatedly hammered at Ignatia driving her back into the jungle seeking to defeat her using brute strength.
She was able to block and parry each blow he throe at her, they were now in the thick of the jungle and she commanded the vines to lash and grab him, a momentary nuisance to him he grabbed a vine tore it free from its rooting and slashed another. While he was distracted she turned the end of the quarterstaff to a point and stabbed repeatedly at his head before he could react properly, she felt a gash tear in his cheek, but he grabbed the staff and whirled round sending her skidding into the brush.
Ignatia quickly stood to see Bane about to break the quarterstaff over his knee, it disappear from his grasped and appeared a split second later in her outstretched hand. The mists and shadows surrounding him flared like flames and he moved with incredible speed towards the goddess, she danced away but his sword slash tore through a trailing wrist Ignatia cried out in agony as the dark flames licked up her arm.
The very jungle responded to her cry, vines and plants lashed at him, great black beasts latched onto the god driving him to floor before he could capitalise on her weakness. The beasts could not keep him down for long, he crushed ones throat even as another drove its fangs through his armour into his shoulder. He gripped the head of the one that had its fangs lodged in him and it erupted in black flames, it fell from his back. He smashed the head of a beast with his fist and crushed the spine of another as it tried to scurry away.
Ignatia felt the burns healing and the stump growing itself into a new hand, her servants had saved her. But many of them had been killed and much of the jungle been burnt to ash from the black flames that currently enveloped Bane. He was already advancing again, racing towards her with his greatsword held high and she poured her power in the staff and held it aloft.
Staff and sword shattered when they clashed; the power contained in both items forced them apart.
They were standing facing each other again.
The flames had died away from him, but the mists still obscured him from view How do you have such power left? Even with no worshippers and your name forgotten you persist
You have grown tyrannical and paranoid in victory Bane and your followers mimic you, they see enemies everywhere and commit great atrocities in the name law, order and justice. Now many see those who follow your path and consider them evil, hateful and uncaring, so they unknowingly turn to me in their effort to bring about change and find a different path
Your influence taints my creation again? Corrupts the test I set down before the faithful? Then I will purge your lingering malignancy as will those that still follow me
Dont you see? This struggle is pointless; we are one and the same. If we are not joined as one we will only slip more to the extremes in an effort to justify our existence. If there is more then one god we become fallible as our divinity is divided. There can only be one God
It seemed the face within the shadows was thinking, the usual hate filled glare wasnt present; Ignatias bore an expression bordering on hope. I agree His face was obscured by shadows and black mists still, but now his eyes shone clearly in their malevolence.
Bane sneered, I alone will be that god
