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The Fire Heart

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  1. I'm available after this weekend, because I have comic con!
  2. "They must be stupid. But, that's what fear and ego does to people. They can't think." By saying that, Jaron unsheathed his Gladius. His one, true friend. But wait, it's not a friend if the Gladius is an object, even though it thinks, talks and has feelings like a human, as if a poor soul, trapped in it, guides his master step by step, through troubled waters. A guide that serves not only as a helper, but as a friend, companion and, most importantly, an extension of his master. A living thing being commanded by another. Guard and dog, Dragon and his rider. Inseparable and strong together. Though, he unsheathed his mighty extension of his body, he couldn't stop there. The gem... The aquamarine, pale-glowing gem, that would be fitted in one of the sword's sockets. With grace, he put the glowing gem into its socket. The sword, from looking normal, changed. As if it would be coated by a magic spirit, the blade changed its colour, into a strong, intense purple. What would that have been? No one knew, until Jaron aimed his sword at one of the coming bandits. Five of them, armed with a dagger each, making few steps, trying to circle him, while the sword changed its property. Few glares were thrown at the sword, glowing in the powerful colour from the combination of red and turqoise, but they kept moving. They were not scared. "I know they don't understand. I know they have barely seen this magic. But... is it really worth risking their lifes to take someone's life? It doesn't matter anymore. They made their choice." Aiming his sword at one of the poor attackers, The sword let out a powerful light, painting the surroundings into the vibrant colour coating the sword. Suddenly, the sword turned to normal. But it wasn't done. Jaron's eyes turned purple, as the Gladius let out a spectral, purple version of itself towards the targeted man. The spectral version disappeared, as it hit the poor man, falling on the ground, being left unconscious. The others looked at him, with sadness, anger and determination. They looked back the the man who hurt their friend, moving closer to him, filled with hate towards him. A flaming hate, that would only be satiated by seeing the man's blood dripping on the ground, covering his soulless body. This is when they decided to fight him, once and for all. A vertical, slow slash was directed towards Jaron, as he dodged it by simply sidestepping, following it with a punch to the chest. Reacting to the pain, he instinctively tried cutting his arm. "Again, that's a waste of anger." He quickly parried with the Gladius, as he punched him again in the shoulder. As if he felt the pain, too, Jaron shook his hand, as he slashed the attacker's hand, managing to throw his small and forgiving dagger, following it with a punch to the face and a push against the wall. He, as well, fell unconscious. A scream was heard from behind. Another man, charging, to yield the probable, final hit that would render him useless to this world. But it was not done, yet. Not for the white-haired elf, at least. Not for Ampelos, either. The next hit was directed towards his head, with the intention to soak the road in blood. Jaron quickly ducked, as he stabbed the man's leg. Another man came in to help the attacker, laying down another hit at the outnumbered force. Unable to dodge, he barely scratched his left hand, as it shivered because of pain. The bandits were happy. Their bloodlust was even more intense, as a result to their pathetic, useless effort. But they thought they were one step closer to victory. They were enourmously wrong. The scratch only caused him to be more determined. As he parried another blow, he started thinking again: "Circling a man into a fight. Outnumbering him, thinking they could prey on the weak. Why is the world so afraid of fighting one to one? Or, are they cowards? I never understand humans and their cryptic frame of mind." At the end of the thought, he quickly dodged another hit, aiming for the knee, which caused the man to lose his balance. As a profiteer he is, Jaron made a short leap, catching the man's hand, which would hold the dagger. With a yelp, he tried escaping the struggle, as Jaron tried to stop his hand from getting blood, rendering it useless and letting the weapon go. And so it happened. The metalic sound of a blade, hitting the rocky pavement, excited the elf's ears. He smiled, as the Gladius was covered in the blood of the poor man, his stomach being ravaged. And suddenly, the sword started glowing again. Its purple, vibrating coat came back, while the light would warm the cold, depressing pain the man had to suffer. "I'm sorry.", Jaron said to the man. One more was waiting to swing his weapon, as he was on his right. His steps blew his apparent 'cover'. being deeply surprised, the only thing he had to do was to use the hurt man as a shield. Or, even worse. As a way to kill the man. Turning him, while the sword was still on the other side of his body, it stopped glowing, again. Then, it happened. With a thundering sound, the spectral weapon hit the man, throwing him on the ground, being left unconscious, too. "You can let him go, Master. He has to meet Death on his way to the Land of the Dead.", the Gladius said. As he heard, he nodded, drawing the weapon out of the almost-dead man. There was blood everywhere. Once, a clean, visited place, turned into a land where people had to fight for their lifes, in order to survive. The place turned macabre, into a blink of an eye. People were watching, scared, as the dead body fell on the ground, meeting with the ground, once and forever. But, there was one man in front of him. Part of the swarm, shivering and looking at him, terrified. He didn't want to hurt him, as Jaron didn't want to harm him, either. He smiled and nodded, as the man fled, throwing the weapon on the ground. Then, he looked at the other two persons. Ampelos and his guard, fighting people of the crowd, too. They were as competent as he was, but they were fighting so differently and less cruel than him. He rubbed his Gladius to the black coat, before sheathing it away from people's eyes.
  3. @supernal Typing it now! I had to study for today's exam, sorry man!
  4. Oh, alright then. I will post in 2 days max, exams are so annoying
  5. If it works, it's not stupid! I've never heard of a pixie piloting a mech. A very optimistic person cutting his enemies and having a height complexity, as well as a voice changer integrated in the mech! My god, that would be too much fun. Really, maybe too much!
  6. Hotel? Trivago. Welcome back, though! Sounds like you had one hell of an AFV!
  7. I guess you could use some vitamin sea after that. I'll see myself out. Really now, is your job as harsh as it sounds? I think it's pretty cool until you no longer have batteries for your flashlight, as you mentioned!
  8. Mostly improving my english, since I want to leave my country and work somewhere else and have fun! I really can't stay in one place without doing anything, so roleplaying calms me a lot! Also, interaction between the characters. I really love that part of roleplay.
  9. I didn't find this character here, but I had someone who named his character Sir Culus. Culus is "ass" in latin; basically, that character was pretty self-explanatory: he was a crook, a liar, an ass to everyone and so on. Too bad he was incinerated.
  10. I just realised i didn't answer to the question... Sorry, was tired. Not really, your characters may only see the sword changeing, as Jaron puts the gem in the socket.
  11. Well, the sword changed based on the gems Jaron has. But the gems are extremely rare and he only has two for now. Without gems, it's a "normal" sword (Gladius can speak to Jaron through his mind) but, as gems are socketed in, it changes properties! Instead of a tip of a sword, it can allow lethal or nonlethal approaches! But, of course, this will be pretty hard to have more! I think the sword's property will be based on the resulting colours of the gems in sockets. And i am pretty sure token will come back as soon as he can! He posted a ton while I was away from everything, JESUS!
  12. "Ah! The smell of powders and magic ingredients i will use for my people is exalting me!" Leaving a nearby market, visited mostly by wizards and people who craft magic scrolls for a living, was enjoying his life. The ingredients for the Hex 'nades, which smelled very special, considering their nature, would excite Jaron's senses. "It's nowhere as good as enchanting, though. It can't be." He thought, as he was making small steps through the ridiculously large crowd, which would block his vision across the modern, clean street. Several lights were coming from the other shops, especially Floracle, one of the better flower shops, for people with an unsatiable desire for exotic flowers. The muffled sounds around him, people talking, the audible steps taken by the people in heavy boots, used for traversing mountains. Looking at them, they would look the same, but had different colours. "If those are wanderers, they look well prepared for their wanderlust. Quite well, I must say." Most of them had the same, brown colour, but some exceptions had hotter varians of colours. Hot red, hot green. They looked horrible for Jaron's taste, but some people love being eccentric. "That's what they like doing, getting attention, I think." The large crowd that passed by him was now gone. The street was empty again, but he saw something familliar. Something which he wouldn't look over so easily. The short, chestnut hair that would cover his head, drew Jaron's attention from the other people. He was with two other persons. One of them had the hair as white as the silver, catching his sight, once again. But, he realised something. He didn't recognise them because of their hair. He recognised them because of their clothing. They were people from the Dali estate! Though, the sudden appearance of a small, shady group drew his attention. They bumped way too obvious, for some reason. Their actions were concealed, but the message was clear. They wanted something from Ampelos and his party. Something which would have never ever be given to others. He touched the hilt of his hidden Gladius, preparing for an incoming battle, as he checked his pocket for one of the two gems he had. Wasn't hard to find, as the other gem was in his mythical sword, which he fought for his life to craft. He stared at one of the persons in the crowd, before shouting at them: "Hey! Stay where you are!" He quickly let his hand out of the pocket, with the gem in his hand. An medium sized aquamarine gem, which looked more polished than the gems one would see at a noble. It had a pale glow, but no one would see it without inspecting it up close. He quickly clenched his fist.
  13. Yeah, i was extreeemely busy these days, will try to get a post today.
  14. Sounds like fun! I'm in!
  15. Corporate adventure? Can Jaron stab some bad people when he has to?
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