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[justify:37hw8ywu]Simplicity. It was what got the Herald of Tellus Mater by in times riddled with anomalies thought provoked by the Gods. Through the trials that resembled quicksand, Rocsephon would trek lightly. No. Gracefully, he would fly with a set of angelic wings, inverted to match the midnight sky or even the stardust littered void which resided above the heavens of Renovatio.
Daystar gleamed brilliantly and vibrated some, attempting to shake free from the linen belt that kept it mounted on Rocsephon's left hip. Its beauty rivaled the Essence easily.
From the belt it would squirm free only to levitate affront of the Paladin, spinning like the hand of a compass, bemused as to which direction to point in. Good thing this sword handle was not used for traveling, for it played it role as a tool of war so very well. The golden handle acted accordingly, pointing out where anew source of life had rested, and from the looks of things, it was near if not here already.
The grounds shook as if the planet were lifted and dropped on its rear, though still the structure that scraped the skies remained intact. Not a single pebble broke from the aged walls shrouded by vegetation, though dust did rain and accumulate a mere ten feet away.What b r i n g s you h e r e warrior of h e a v e n?
. . . Power . . .
A l l who visit s e e k such. A l l who visit do n o t live t o reap t h e benefits.
. . . I am not like all . . . I am different . . .
S h o w thy r e s o l v e.
It swirled amongst the cobblestone surface as if sweeping up more dust only to create a miniature yet benign tornado that soon took the shape of a titan.
Entered: The Titan of Earth with all of its abilities at the ready.[/justify:37hw8ywu]
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[justify:2x934gna]There was little space to tango seeing how much space the Earth Titan had occupied upon spawning. Its arms were layered with muscles atop of muscles, and its fists resembled boulders. It had the body of a juggernaut and a head of savage lion. A honey mane swept across its face then flung to the beast's backside whilst releasing a roar into the heavens that easily parted the clouds, and cleared the once obscured skies.
Ten feet quickly turned to five and some change, and the humanoid Lion's weapon of choice danced elusively merely inches from the Paladin's chest; the warrior's linens traced an arbitrary trail the tip of the lion's sword created and performed by loose hold.
Daystar would cease with the spinning and twirling and with haste, slam into an insipid palm with just a single thought. From a handle it would transform and elongate into an intricate design with hooks and arches. It bloomed like a cherry blossom, into a pearlescent flower that faded from gold to platinum every now and then.
The lion slammed the side of his blade against his shield, creating a clap that triggered a series of events. The ground they stood on rippled and shot forward like a tsunami composed of stones and dirt. It traversed the space between the two far too fast for Rocsephon to react accordingly. Dirt soon enveloped his whole and the wave of stone and jagged rocks would smash against the Paladin's lithe frame. Flinging him off of the balcony only to plummet thousands of feet.C o m e!
An inextricable situation for you ordinary hume, though luckily he was not such.[/justify:2x934gna]
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[justify:v4ukoa73]Ebony wings clapped when they flapped, lifting the Paladin whose linens were now tarnished. Having caught himself mid air, saving himself from a fall that could've possibly taken his life. The fragility of a hume was laughable and inexcusable for a warrior such as Rocsephon. Agony shot one's nerves though they would not cause him to falter as he would in the past. For they would compel him to grow stronger, and fight on until the threat was eliminated and the goal was met.
Success flooded the Paladin's mind as he seemingly resurrected as an angel from the titan's perspective. Without a seconds notice, Rocsephon would blitz the massive entity headstrong. Daystar would clash with the broad sword wielded by a mountain disguised as a lion.
The sounds of diverse metals colliding resembled gargantuan church bells. An aura pulsating with purples and various blue hues swirled about Daystar's foundation and blade simultaneous to contact. Solostos had made itself known without Rocsephon's permission; it was as if the summon knew he would need its assistance in this bout, and its presence didn't even surprise Rocsephon. It was as if he knew Solostos would intervene eventually.
It was now where Rocsephon would have to attest himself.[/justify:v4ukoa73]
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[justify:1hkifnoe]The constant collision of blades made for an interesting exhibition where one's life was on the line. A fight for momentum, thus, the swirling and rubbing of sharp edges that happened to give birth to amber sparks which fluttered about like the ebony feathers that shook free from wings not of an angel, but of a warrior whose lust for power was just as dark.
Grunts escaped the maw of the giant lion, fighting for air with each action. You could hear the beast's lungs filling with air, and when he exhaled, the tower's foundation would shiver as if a great winter wind had caressed the edifice's exterior.
Titans always talked big shit, but in the end, they were just as clumsy as any other giant, and the bigger they were, the harder they'd fall for sure. Releasing Daystar, Rocsephon would plant amongst the ledge of the tower. With a mind of its own, Daystar would continue to battle the beast as Rocsephon conjured mana, allowing the foreign energies to enter through his eyes, mouth, and fingers.. . . Your end nears, beast.
I will crush y o u! And d u s t will be all that remains of you, H u m e!
In a time where one's end was nearing at light speed, judgment would become an issue, or a process more or less. A process all living entities had to deal with, but in this case, Heaven nor Hell awaited this creature's arrival, for Rocsephon had other plans for this beast that seemed more fitting than an afterlife... to him anyways. Selfish? Absolutely. Nothing else really mattered if it didn't concern the betterment of one who was to dine with Tellus Mater someday.
Soon, hopefully.[/justify:1hkifnoe]
[right:2j851bc7][/right:2j851bc7] [justify:2j851bc7]That partner of his certainly appeared to be occupied, caught up in that rather brutal line of work that called for such constant, relentless, competitive expansion. Seems that if you ever felt inclined to stop and catch a welcomed breath of fresh air, you'd get lost in that frustratingly active world around you. To be honest, it was exhausting, and what he wouldn't have given for a brief few moments of reprieve. It was just an unfortunate reality that it had never seemed to come.
The dim orange light burnt off the ember dangling between his lips. Finale found himself in one of those moments of limbo that appeared to define his life. Part of that cycle that just never seemed to let go, and the scuffle his comrade ravaged the scene with seemed to be one that appropriately mirror that tasteless struggle he had been born into, idly absorbed into a past he just couldn't seem to distance himself from. He was just shit-out-of-luck, fucked hard and long, watching his life tick away moment by moment like a shitty-ass film that he couldn't walk away from.
The smoke that filled his lungs was one of the few welcomed luxuries; one of those few tastes that seemed to defy the hellish cycle he couldn't break. Those seemingly gentle grey eyes peered into a list held between his fingertips. The expression on his face wasn't exactly easy to peg— was it apathy or was it something a bit more human?
The raven-haired man folded the sheet of paper, tucking it into a zipper on his right bicep. His right hand rose to pull the cigarette from his lips, flicking away loose ash from the end before he calmly shouted over his shoulder.
- "Yo, you said you wouldn't be long. Hurry the hell up."
That was definitely sign of amusement. The questionable emotion that had previously tainted the Renovatian was wiped away by the most subtle sense of comradery.[/justify:2j851bc7]
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[justify:ootima82]While Daystar entertained, several ebony rings had spawned affront of the Warrior of God. each ring composed of unique, ancient Tellus Mater symbols pulsating vibrant colors, exhibiting an effect similar to that of an aurora borealis. Innumerable colorations streaked and stained the air and space the group had occupied with watercolor paintings, making for a grandiose event worthy of divine eyes.
Said rings twirled and spun in cycles as they lifted higher into the skies impaled by this ancient relic of a tower. Whistling as they traveled, Rocsephon clapped his hands thrice times. Upon the third clap, the beast would then recognize that several rings were situated about his frame. One on both wrists and shoulders. One on both ankles and knees. Another rested on the Lion's neck, a sure sign of taming that of a domestic background.
Tears that traced one's cheeks faded to nothing; such was a sign of success. A deep breath of fresh air and vainglory was taken in with utmost pride. The words spat by his comrade was something like a motivational push. Having concluded one trial out of two, Rocsephon most definitely needed to make with haste so he could be off on other endeavors.
The humanoid Lion roared not in pain, but in defeat as it soon faded like the tears on Rocsephon's face. Not to nothing; instead the beat would become a source of light that would quickly be absorbed by the magnificent Daystar.
Rocsephon then turned to Finale, bemused somewhat on how he found the Paladin, but the insignificance of such an answer would compel Rocsephon to silence his tongue as he made his way towards the ledge Finale stood by.[/justify:ootima82]T h e path of the W i n d avatar awaits you, Warrior of T e l l u s. Follow the s t a r of day into the n i g h t. There you will f i n d what y o u are looking f o r.
[right:paim9wdt][/right:paim9wdt] [justify:paim9wdt]Well, their work was never done. And it would appear that their little list would be delayed a bit longer. Business before pleasure, after all, and their was no argument on that point. Not that it mattered; he was just along for the ride these days anyway.
His head rotated just over his left shoulder, settling on Rocsephon. Only a moment passed before the warm gray stare returned to the horizon.
- "Yeah, yeah. More to do, I know."
It was only a brief sigh, but he had already resigned himself to getting dragged around the countryside like this. There was always a small price to pay for beating some ass.
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- "Just make it fast."
[justify:7dsr04nd]Before Rocsephon decided to free fall from heights rivaled by the heavens, he would acknowledge Finale and take him up on the offer. There was nothing as worse as bad business, and it would be mature of Rocsephon to follow suit.
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- "The trials can wait... they aren't going anywhere fast."
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