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Newgate; Small town in the Plains
Topic Started: May 12 2008, 03:56 PM (299 Views)
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Ethan sees the twinkling lights of the town Newgate, happy to see some civilization in this barren wasteland once again. Night was falling fast, so he decided to camp in a small alcove just inside the tree-line. Best to wait until first light, he thought to himself. Ethan sets up camp and builds a hearty fire, anxious for the night to be through, as well as to get into Newgate and it's History Center. With a name like Gannondorf, maybe now he could pick up the lead he's been looking for these past 4 years...

With a yawn, Ethan flops onto his bedroll and quickly falls into a light sleep.


(OOC, this would be a perfect time to enter a new character.....any takers?)
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Nearly silently a figure creeps through the cave's opening. Ethan is unaware and doesn't wake up. The figure moves swiftly to his bedroll and holds up a staff of skulls it carries. The cave was pitch black until the figure stood upright and extended his staff. Through the eyes, mouths and noses of the skulls a pale green light emits, shining softly on Ethan and the invader. The invader's face is pale and has a strikingly unique scar mark over one eye.

"Sorry, its nothing personal, but I'm hungry." It says as the staff begins to glow violently. A visible cold mist seems to flow from it towards Ethan, "Good night sweet prince, and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."

*uses "Bitter Chill"*

The sudden shock of cold violently shakes Ethan.
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(HP:100 Str:95 MP:65 Dex:90)

Ethan jerks to a start, suddenly feeling very cold and weak.

"What the-" That was when he saw the shadowy figure with a staff inscribed with glowing eyes standing over him.

"Great, just my luck. Had to go and-"

Thats when the staff emitted a strong green pulse and another wave of cold energy burst through him. (HP: 75)

"Alright, ALRIGHT! I'm up. Now what do you-"

The figure shoved him back down and the staff begins to glow again.

"Alright. That's it." Ethan grabs Speranza and shouts "Fiomma!" Speranza bursts into flame and the alcove is flooded with light. The figured, not illuminated, shrinks back a bit.

"Now. Anything else you wanted to do?" Ethan faces the intruder, flaming sword in hand.
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"What do, I want?" the figure asked, the staff now illuminating the scarred side of his face. He was a young male, clearly from lands distant from these. His flowing hair was a eerie silver blue and seemed to move fluently with the slightest breeze. His face was very pale, almost dead. There was a frozen mist even in the summer heat everytime he exhaled. His eyes were blank and barren, as if lost in time itself. His staff was made of solid bone, but held its own eerie white glow. His clothing was full body, even his arms and hands were covered, no bit left exposed. It had the same eerie glow as the rest of his belongings. "I have no wants, I have no desires, I simply exist. Others must die so that I may live, that is my story, and the end of yours. No more, no less.... now die."


He raised his staff slightly towards Ethan. A circle of horrid looking undead insects formed around his targed, a bone chilling cold eminated from the ring, it stood steady for a second and began to grow. Within a second it was at its full capacity and closed tightly around Ethan, most likely causing exquisit pain.
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As the cold ring tightened, it seemed to have little or no effect on Ethan, Speranza continuing to flicker and spit flames. Ethan laughs.

"Heh. You think a little cold will get the best of me? I've traveled to the Iron Mountains with nothing but what I carry on my back. A little cold doesn't frighten me. Now, how do you feel with playing with heat?" With that, Ethan lunges forward and slashes at the figure. With a quick slash, Ethan strikes the staff. Flames burst as the two weapons meet. Ethan dances around, striking with surprising speed.

"Yield! Or let me pass. I have no fight with you."
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A cruel smile flickered accross his cold face and a look of bloodthirst flared in his eyes. He hunched over and took his normal stance again, now ready for anything.

"Make no mistake, I have no quarrel with you either, you will simply die so that I can live, there will be nothing worthy of merit, no even you can lable a fight, make peace with your gods, I strike soon."

His eyes filled slowly with a red glow until soon they were like glowing rubies floating in his eye sockets. His smile curled up a little more, his face was a truely frightening sight. His hair fluently waved over his now blood red glowing eyes while shadows danced on his face as green light flickered over his wiked smile. All this was accentuated by the mist he breathed out being illuminated by his staff of human skulls.

"This, is where it ends for you I'm afraid." He rasped as the very scar on his face began to bleed the same eerie glowing red as his eyes

While Ethan was dashing around he caught a clear glimpse of his attacker's eyes, and the moment they locked he felt terrified at his attackers very physical appearance. The only way to describe it was wiked and evil, a true horror to behold. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't look away from those horrid eyes, but the longer he stared the weaker he felt. A moment later it felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

*using "Vampiric Gaze"*

Memories of his past flew through Ethan's mind. As he fell to his knees he felt as if a bit of his soul had escaped him and gone to the wiked grasp of his attacker. After the assault the figure only grew a face even crueler as he felt revitalized, his face was no longer as pale and the mist of his breath was not as heavy.

"You're lucky, usually that kills instantly."
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Ethan staggers to his feet. Cleary showing signs of weakness, leaning on the now sputtering Speranza. After a few deep breaths, he too, smiles. Only this smile is not that as the intruders, Ethan's smile is of true smugness, as if someone just found out that they won and there is no chance for them to lose.

"Heh, you think you have me beat," Ethan staggers forward. "But I know something that you don't." Ethan limps until he is only a few paces from the intruder, his face still a ghastly appearance.

"Now, if you excuse me. I really must be going. My fight is with those who ruined my life in days gone past, not those who get in my way. This is your last chance."

With those words, Ethan's right hand begins to glow a faint green.

"Perhaps we meet again, and if we do, I will not hold this against you, as clearly you did not know what you're up against. But, until then," Ethan's hand is now surrounded by green swirling energy. With calm resolution, he raises it to the sky and softly says. "Vita." (Cure)

The green energy swirls around Ethan, amending unseen wounds, healing invisible scars. Afterwards, Ethan stands a little taller, his appearance emitting new-found strength. (HP 100) With that, Ethan turns, picks up his gear, and walks toward the rising sun. As he leaves the alcove, he turns and calls over his shoulder.,

"May we meet again!"

With that, he beings the trek toward Newgate

(OOC: Your choice on how to go Heion)
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Heion let his victim walk out of the cave, but before he could get far he turned to face him, the sun and his renewed strength brought him back to his senses. He realized he had acted upon his primal instinct to survive, as he had for the past few weeks since the incedent had happened. While he didn't really care that he had almost killed another, he knew that while in his right mind he would never hurt anyone like that, at least not anymore. While Ethan walked slowly towards the rising run a cool morning breeze hit his face, his hair blowing in the wind like usual. Realizing he still carried a bit of his victim's soul, they had to meet again sometime he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small book.

"Weakling warrior!" He called out to Ethan who turned around out of curiousity, "catch."

He tossed the book over to Ethan who caught it gracefully. Slightly intregued he brushed off the cover, which was covered in dust and dirt, LOVELESS. Ethan quickly noticed a book mark. He opened the book the the page to see an expertly drawn portrait of a very beautiful woman. On the back of the card was written a quote from the page the book was opened to. "Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. --LOVELESS Act III"

"That is my wife, and that book means more to me then you probably would have thought. Fail to return it to me and your life will sustain mine as I originally planned," he said as walked back into the cave. He paused a moment and turned his head over his shoulder, "Heion."

He walked back in and immediately fell asleep against a wall, his staff resting on his shoulder and extending between his legs.
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Ethan took the book, startled by this new turn of events. He flips through some of the pages, finally landed on a passage in Act II. Ethan read with ernest:

"Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh"

Intrigued, Ethan watched the figure retreat into the cave and lean against the wall, apparently asleep. Ethan takes out a piece of scrap paper and jots down a few words:

"If we meet again, let it be known there are greater things in the world than you or I. If we do end up against a common enemy, don't expect anything else from me except fighting beside you. I don't have any comforting words. Of course, I don't believe you're the type of guy who needs kindness from others. So, until we meet again. Farewell Heion the Strange One."

With that, Ethan turns and heads toward the awakening town of Newgate, and possible hopes of finding more information on Gannondorf, and possible even this new stranger, Heion...

{Ethan leaves Alcove}

Ethan approaches the front entrance of Newgate. The sun is still rising, and the town is not open yet. Ethan sits down next to the gate and rests for a while. (HP: 125 MP 10). As the sun rises higher in the sky, the front gate creaks open.

"Finally. About time."

Ethan nods to the grumpy looking guard and enters the town of Newgate. (super long post time)

The town is already bustling with activity, people walking to appointments, or just visiting in the town square. As Ethan walks toward the fountain representing the center of town, he sees an outdoor market to his left, (east, this may be important, don't know yet). He heads toward the fountain and tries to casually listen in to their conversations, to see if they knew anything of Gannondorf's whereabouts. Two women siting on a bench next to the fountain seemed to be talking animately, but it was only useless gossip about some man in town named Edgar and how handsom he was. "This is going to get me no where fast," Ethan muses. He looks to the west, and sees several high-rising buildings. "Hmm," Ethan thinks to himself, "that must be where the upper-class live." On the other side of the fountain (North) he sees a large building, with two expansions off to either side. "Ah, there it is." Ethan heads toward the large building, passing a sign stating the name of the building.

Newgate History Center

The inside of the Center is much larger than one might expect when viewing it from the outside. Rows and rows of bookshelves line the inside, filling up three stories of space.

Ethan whistles, "They sure don't call this the best History Center in the whole land for nothing."

Ethan approaches the front desk, where a gentle looking young women is sitting. Her head is down and she is concentrating on the paperwork in front of her. Ethan coughs quietly, and the young women looks up. "Yes?"

"Ah, yes. I was looking for the records from the Ebis region from around 3-5 years ago. Do you know where I might find them?" (Ebis is the region where Ethan's village was located)

"Yes. Second floor is where the records on Ebis are located. The records are filed into rows according to year. Anything specific I can help you look for?"

Ethan thinks a moment, then replies, "No. I don't want to take you away from your other duties. I'll be able to find everything all right. Thanks."

The attendant nods and gets back to work. Ethan heads up the stairs and walks over to the 'Ebis' area, looking at the first floor from his current view. There were about 50 others in the Center, all milling around various sections, but a certain group caught his eye. Three men were sitting at a table, looking over a document. Ethan would've disregarded this if it wasn't for the image on the document, as he saw when one of the men leaned back enough for Ethan to get a quick glimpse.

It was the symbol of Gannondorf.

"Well," Ethan mutters quietly, "this trip certainly has been eventful." He resolves to sit at the table directly above the group while looking through Ebis' records, to see if he could catch any snippets of information. He grabs several books, dating from the start of the year where his village burned, to up until the end of last month. He sits at the table above the men (men are on first floor, Ethan on second on a small balcony jutting a bit over the first floor, to provide the patrons a view of the entire Center.) and begins to skim through the earliest record he grabbed.

While reading an interesting section on lapses of exports from the Ebis region due to raiders, his ears caught the men's voices below rising a bit... (... in dialogue indicates muttering which can't be understood. Man 1 = Red, 2 = Green, 3 = Orange)

"...we can't! The boss said-"

"I know what he said. But that's not stopping us from taking a break right now is it? ... have to do is find that kid first and-"

"What kid?"

"That one the boss saw in the ruins." With this, Ethan stopped reading altogether. "The boss thinks his talents could be of some use, but where...region like this?"

The third man finally spoke. His voice was that of one in command, and used to it. "Silence. We speak no more of this here." With that, the men stood up and left the table, the document the men were reading fell out of the second mans pocket. Unnoticed, they walked out of the center. Ethan walked downstairs and picked it up. On it was a brief description of himself, with a short message underneath it.

"This man is wanted by the Lord of Evil. If you find him, subdue him, but DO NOT kill him. He is a not to be taken lightly, as his strength exceeds his appearance. For the unit that brings him in will receive a reward, given by Gannondorf himself."

Ethan heads back upstairs and sits at the table. He thinks for a moment. "Hmmm. This may work out to my advantage. If they are looking for me, it will make it all the easier for me to find them first." After searching through the records Ethan found that the raiders were really a group ex-soldiers that deserted the Royal Guard a few years prior. After raiding small villages for common supplies and whatnot, they fell out of sight, and weren't mentioned again until 2 years later, only a few months before his village was destroyed, a small record was entailed about a traveler from the desert, displaying great power over several nomadic tribes, which reported "the lights and stars bended to his will. His appearance was normal, but one could feel the anger and hate that emitted from him." Ethan assumed this was Gannondorf, as the various descriptions of this desert traveler that were gathered, (although some seemed exaggerated) seemed to fit the man that Ethan saw in the Ruins, although it made now mention of a cat-like beast.

Just as Ethan was about to get up to go, there was a large crashing noise that came from outside, then people screaming. Through the second story windows, Ethan could see smoke starting to billow outside.

"Ah, great, here we go again." Ethan dashed outside, pocketing the warrant for him.

Outside was a scene of mass confusion and terror. The center square was filled with people screaming and running around. Even though the sun was now setting, the square was lit by fires in the Upper District. Several young children were crouched next to a fallen fruit stand, crying. Ethan kept looking for the source of the confusion, and was about to head toward the Marketplace when he saw what it was.

It was Gannondorf.

At least, it looked like Gannondorf, except the figure looked more like a shadow. He was moving away from Ethan, using his large sword to hack down different stands as well as some citizens. Ethan charged toward the now broken fountain and shouted at the shadow. "Gannondorf!"

The shadowy figure turned, and faced Ethan, sword drawn. A small smile flickered at his lips as he started advancing toward him. Ethan got a better look at the sword. It was about the length of an average man, and it seemed to retain an eerie metallic sheen even though it seemed to sway with the slightest breeze. Gannondorf, raised the sword, and a ball of light began to grow around it.

"Fiomma!" Speranza burst into flame, and Ethan charged the figure.
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The sun was high in the sky and its light penentrated the cave where Heion rested. The warm sunlight lightly touched him, but his dark chill was so great even the sun seemed frightened to disturb him. Slowly his eyes fluttered open, the sunlight had disturbed him, although it was the light and not the heat. Stretching his limber body he arose, never grasping his staff but it was positioned so that it never fell off his body. His body had much less of a darkness around him now that he had been revitalized, but the dark aura around him was even more visible in the daylight. He removed one of his gloves revealing a very pale, bony forearm and hand. It seemed so strained that his veins were visible. He raised his arm to scratch his chin and at the time time took hold of his staff. Once he had replaced his silvery glove he let out a long sigh and proceeded out of the cave. On his way out he noticed a note scrawled on the foor. He picked it up and read it quickly. Realizing it was the warrior he met earlier on, he decided to track him down. Moving outside he looked for signs of wildlife. At first there was nothing but soon he noticed a young fawn in the grassy area by a small stream next to the cave.

"Perfect," He muttered to himself.

He pointed his staff at the fawn and let out a Bitter Chill, killing the animal instantly. He walked over to the corpse and examined it, it was perfect for what he needed. He extended his staff towards the animal and closed his eyes, focusing very hard on the structure of the body and what he needed. As soon as he had the animation in his minds eye he let out a surge of his own energy, and it flowed from his hand into his staff, mingling with the energy the staff always emmits, empowering it even further. As soon as the moment was right his eyes flashed open, revealing his eyes which were now like white orbs. The energy flowed into the fawn's body at precise points, flawlessly animating the internal structure and creating a new creature within. Soon the fawn's body seemed to being jabbed at from the inside, proving something had been created inside. Waiting for the exact moment of perfection Heion carefully controlled his entire body, his breathing was flawless and in sync with his energy, his body was perfectly still, his mind was blank, focused only on his spell. The creature seemed to be getting more and more alive, as the movements became more and more violent. Just then Heion shouted, releasing a final wave of energy that hit the fawn hard. As the energy was pouring into it, the creature inside became more and more powerful. A moment later claws ripped open the corpse of the fawn, a canine like head pushed its way out and the rest of the body followed. For an undead minion it looked very well shaped, if it weren't missing the top layers of skin one might even say it looked like a living wolf. While it seemed violent and uncontrolled, as soon as it saw Heion it walked over and sat at his feet, like a dog to its master. Pulling his staff back to a comfortable resting position Heion knelt down and began to pet the minion like a pet. Astoundingly it reacted just the same way, its mouth opened and a tongue began flailing out. After petting it for a minute Heion pulled out the note and held it up to his minion.

"Hey boy," he said, "can you do me a favor? I need you to find the guy who wrote this, he left about two hours ago so his scent should still be strong, think you can do it?"

His minion barked happily, signifying he was willing and able. He sniffed the note and pointed in the direction of Newgate. Heion stood and stretched again.

"Alright boy, lead the way," He said in a playful tone, encouraging his canine minion.

The two jogged towards Newgate, the minion was barely running at more then a light jog but Heion was pushing himself. He realized how fail his body was and focused his energy and breathing, making the run much easier. It took the two of them all of twenty minutes to make the trek to the city limits. When they arrived Heion made way towards the city with his minion at his heals. When they reached the gate, however, a guard stepped out and stopped them.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked sternly.

"Entering a public establishment," Heion responed.

"Not with that undead beast you're not!" He shouted while taking a defensive stance and readying a pike.

"Fine, fine.... typical fool," Heion muttered to himself. "Alright boy, sorry but this is where we have to part ways."

The canine let out a whimper of sorrow, not suprisingly as it was so finely made and all it knew was to follow its master. Not wanting to simply just let it die Heion readied his staff. Focusing almost half his own life energy and as much as he could muster from the staff he focused on his minion. His eyes grew dark and focused, never blinking once as he stared at his curious minion.

"Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, you will not die, your life shall not end. I am your master, you are my friend. A master gives his own life to spare those of his friends. Much the same I give you my life that you may life your life again." Heion recited with a very strange, strained voice that caused the guard to stumble back in fear.

At the end of his spell he focused his energy and the mental image he'd formed at his minon. Once again the energy flowed from his staff in precise points, making contact with the minion perfectly. As the energy flowed the minion visibly changed. It grew a top layer of skin, its breathing was no longer false, its lungs were working. The longer the energy transfered the more alive the canine seemed. The spell took well over five minutes to cast, and the longer it progressed the more visibly drained Heion appeared. His face grew gaunt, his knees weakened and he found it hard to take breath. Still in spite he never once let up the energy transfer. When he was finished he paused and lingered holding his pose for a moment. The darkness around him subsided, his breaths were shallow and rasping. After a minute he fell to one knee, the world was spinning wildly out of focus. He felt a coolness on his cheek and looked up.

"Good," he rasped, "It worked."

Heion raised his free hand and pet the freshly living wolf on his head and scratched behind his ears. The wolf's fur was a pure white, no flaws at all. The coat seemed to reflect the light that touched it. His whole body was cool to the touch. Just as Heion was about to pass out his new friend helped him down gently. The guard finally recovered from the shock of seeing such a powerful necromancer use such a powerful ability. He rushed over and went to pick Heion up but the wolf snapped at him and snarled, not letting the guard near his friend.

"Its okay boy," The guard said nervously, "Honest, I mean him no harm. I can tell you won't leave his side so you're welcome to accompany him to the inn just inside the gate.

He was hesitant, but allowed the guard to pick up his master. Still snarling everytime he made a sudden move. Slowly the gaurd picked up Heion and supported him over his shoulder. It was a good thing he was light and had almost no gear on, making him significantly lighter and allowing the guard to carry him much more gently, as to not anger the wolf. It took all of five minutes to make it to the inn and get the innkeeper to agree to loan a room out to the weakened necromancer and his canine friend. The guard left as soon as possible to return to his post at the gate but instructed the innkeeper to inform Heion where to find him if he wanted to later. The innkeeper prepared a light meal of bear meat and light wine and left it on the table in Heion's room. Very cautious of the wolf he exited the quarters and closed the door behind him, returning the the bar trying his best to overlook the situation. While alone the wolf kept a close watch on Heion. About an hour passed until Heion awoke. His head was spinning and the world was out of focus. He knew he was on something soft, a bed perhaps. He felt around for his staff instinctively and grew slightly worried when he couldn't locate it. He stumbled out of the bed, his head still spinning but his eyes focusing to realize he was in a small room, probably the first floor of a local tavern or inn. He saw his staff on the wall by where his head was and picked it up for support. He then noticed that the wolf had followed him even into the civilization of Newgate.

"Good boy," he said quietly, "You were watching over me, weren't you..." The wolf nodded his head and let out a low yip. "Good boy, Snjár."

The wolf immediately took a liking to his new name. Pure and white as snow, Snjár. Noticing the food and wine left for him, Heion ate hastily, not wanting to shun the hospitality, but more because he realized he needed all the help he could get after displacing that much of his life energy. After he finished the meat and downed the wine he made for the door, Snjár at his heals. He calmly walked through the inn, using his staff as a walking stick. Heads turned and conversations stopped when people saw him walking. As he made for the exit the innkeeper stopped him.

"Excuse me," He said nervously, "Not to disturb you sir, but the guard at the front gate brought you here, he said you could find him by just going right from the exit back down towards the gate."

"Thanks," Heion rasped as he walked out without a second thought. "Alright boy, lets head left, we need to find that punk of a warrior, he has my book after all."

They headed together moving slowly so that Heion could move comfortably towards the town square. He noticed the market and some taller buildings up ahead but didn't think much of them.

"Ganondorf!" Someone shouted

Heion looked up and saw the remains of a once ornate fountain and a large crowd shrinking back. He wondered what was going on, and made way towards the commotion. People began parting like peasants for a king once they realized he was there. When he made it into the clear he noticed a shadowy figure floating around as it slashed its sword around causing destruction. He also noticed the owner of the voice he heard shout a second ago. It was none other then the warrior he was looking for.

"Thats convenient," Heion said, his voice now more stable, "Too bad the kid's in over his head... He's never gonna win."

Heion shook his head as he walked over towards the two, the warrior readied his blade and the floating figure was charging a large ball of energy at the end of his. The shadowy figure rocketed the ball at the warrior who tried to deflect it, but to no avail. He was knocked clean off his feat by the sheer force of the attack. Heion walked in front of him, Snjár at his side. Neither seemed phased by the attacker.

"I told you, didn't I," Heion said like an elder to a youngling, "You're just a weakling warrior, leave the fighting to me while you grow up and train a little. I don't really have any reason to fight this enemy of yours, but it might be fun." He finished with a smile on his face. "So, you're Ganondorf right, you don't look so tough. Heck, even in my weakened state I aughta be able to beat you."

Ganondorf only laughed as he charged another energy ball and rocketed it at Heion, who made no defense whatsoever. As the ball was about to make contact Heion lifted up his staff and the skulls absorbed the energy, immediately begining to shine a violent green. He raised his staff and pointed it at Ganondorf, charging the staff's energy, his own and the newly aquired energy from the attacker.

"Hey, catch!" Heion called out to Ganondorf as he sent an even more powerful energy ball rocketing right at him.

Ganondorf was wide eyed with shock, and braced himself for the impact of the attack.
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Ethan fell after the initial blast from the energy ball. Clearly he had underestimated the strength. Just then he heard another mocking Gannondorf. It was that strange caster. Gannondorf shot an energy ball at him, and Ethan watched as he made Heion made no move to defend himself. Just as it was about to hit him, Heion moved his staff in front of it, seeming as if to catch the ball, then threw it back at the shadow, seemingly magnified in power. The shadow was hit and staggered back. Heion looked smug, at leas until the figure stood back up and smiled. A cruel, evil smile, one that would make men shiver. Heion looked uneased. Ethan stood up, flaming Speranza in hand, and was about to charge when a burst of energy released from the shadow. All the people in the square shielded their eyes from the intense, dark light. Then, something unbelievable happened. The shadow split into four separate figures, all with the same characteristics of the first shadow.

"Not good." Ethan said to no one in particular. He looked over at Heion, who took a step back, a look that tried to combine anger and disbelief was displayed on his face, but Ethan didn't wait for him to do anything. After all, what fun is it if he kills them all? None, that's how much. Meanwhile, the shadows fanned out, surrounding the Center Plaza, encircling Heion and Ethan, focusing on them as several bystanders stood and watched, transfixed. They circled closer and closer, pushing Heion and Ethan towards to broken fountain. Ethan chuckled, "Well, then looks like your little plan failed. Maybe your little dog can be of better use." This earned him a snarl from the wolf. "Fine, sheesh. No need to get all huffy. Ethan lunged at one of the shadows, slicing his sword. He managed to connect, but his slice just melted through the shadow. And reformed again after the attack. The shadow smiled and sturck, but Ethan managed to parry and dance away.

"Great, my sword is useless, how bout we heat things up? Fuoco!" A ball of fire shot out and eveloped one of the shadows, setting it aflame and it withered into nothingness.

"Ha! Piece of cake! Only three-"

Then all three shadows split again. Where there was once 3, now stood 6 shadows of the King of Evil. Ethan looked over at Heion,

"Least kills buys the drinks?" With that, Ethan charged and entered into combat with two of the shadows, igniting Speranza once again, as fire seemed to have the best effect on the shadows.
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"Tch," Heion scowled. "I wouldn't buy you anything."

Heion and Snjár simply stood still as they watched Ethan run headlong at their opponents. With each one felled, more tooks its place. Ethan continued to strike them down with amazing zeal, never once giving up, his vigor was admiralble. The crowd began to cheer him on as he fought harder and harder, the sea of Ganondorfs growing by the second. Heion only shook his head.

"You're really an idiot," He called out, "you know that right. With each one you strike down, two more take its place. Keep doing that and you're just going to level the city."

Looking around Heion realized there were still more onlookers then shadows. Rubbing his eyes he let out a long sigh. He lifted up his staff and it began to glow. Slowly a dark chill filled the whole town square, and all the onlookers began to feel weak, not a single one noticing that their energy was being transfered to Heion's staff. As more energy gathered the glow became even brighter. Soon it became blinding to even glimpse at the staff. When all the people had been stripped of most their excess energy Heion looked up, sighed again and flicked his staff, sending tons of energy waves off at each of the phantoms, destroying each and every one in the process leaving a huge cloud of dust in the area.

"Well then," Ethan said, "I guess drinks are on me?"

"Not yet," Heion said, nodding his staff towards a still cloudy area.

As the dust cleared the figure of one last Phantom Ganondorf remained, only it seemed different, real, and much, much more powerful. It simply floated there, sword in hand.

"Whatever you do," Heion warned, "do not just charge this one blindly."
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Ethan reaffirmed his grip on Speranza. This was definitely not his day. He took out the fardisc, pushing a symbol in the center. "Perhaps Link would know something." Heion looked at him.

"Warrior what are you doing? I almost thought you would be a good minion, that is, until you-"

Ethan held up his hand. "Quiet." Meanwhile the shadow had started marching towards them. "Yes, yes, I know theres a huge strong shadow creature marching towards us, ready to kill us. But you're stronger than me right?" Ethan throws his hand in the air, motioning towards the creature. "I'm sure you can keep him busy." Just then the fardisc changed from a faint blue glow to a pulsing green light. "Ah, there we go. Link. Can you hear me?" (This is going on in the Ruins, where is walking away from the outsider. Ethan red, Link green.)

Links voice came through, although with a bit of static. "Yes? What is it?"

"I found Gannondorf. Or at least a shadow version of him."

Link's voice now had a small tinge of alarm. "Where is he?"

"Oh, he's a few paces from where I'm standing now. There were a bunch of them, but after those were destroyed, this new version popped up. Don't worry, Heion's keeping him busy." As Ethan was saying this, Heion was taunting the foe. Something about how weak the shadow was, and how Heion could defeat him in his sleep. Ethan ignored him, and calmly stepped backward as the shadow's sword after swing at Heion came close to his previous position.

"Who?"

"I'll tell you later. Now, is there an easy way to defeat this shadow of Gannondorf?" There was a moment of silence, except for the metallic clang of the shadow's sword crashing against the tile plaza.

"Well, the best way is a massive burst of energy, but-" Ethan cut him and called to Heion. "Did you catch that?"
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"Unfortunately," Heion retorted, "I did."

In the midst of the crowd, chaos and confusion Heion looked to the sky. The clouds were so peaceful, they never had to worry about things like this. In fact they never had to worry about anything. To be able to drift along like that, completely aware of everything going on in this chaotic world but not having to care. That would be a dream, Heion thought. After another moment passed the air came to a standstill, it was time. With a sigh Heion brushed his ragged blue hair out of his face and rubbed his eyes.

"I really don't wanna do this,"

As he set his staff in the ground before him the sky turned dark. The wind began to roar, slow and calm at first, but quickly it turned into a terrible typhoon that encircled him. The scar on his face began to glow an eerie red as thick blood slowly creeped down his face. Veins began to show on the frail looking man's body as his breathing became rapid and exasperated. The wind held the bone staff in the upright position on its own, it was crying. The crowd backed away, shocked and frightened as it let out gutwrenching screams of fear, terror and sorrow, and were amazed as tears leaked from the human skulls. Their green mist seemed to be absorbed into the body of their master, they too knew what was going to happen. As he built his energy his knees began to weaken, his eyes grew heavy, but not once did he loose his ground, not once did he blink, even as the blood poured from his face, into his eye and onto the floor. Slowly all his old wounds opened, he was being ripped apart before the crowds, and he wanted to scream out in pain, but he wouldn't let himself. Slowly he reached into his garments and withdrew a picture. It was small, but detailed, a perfect picture of a young woman. But no one would ever be able to see that picture again as it was soon covered in blood.

"This is where it ends," Heion whispered to himself, "I never would've guessed."

A single tear flowed from his clean eye and onto the remains of the picture. Then the winds died down, as if frightened by the prospect of this man crying. The staff fell to the floor, inanimate and quiet. The crowd dared not even take a breath. The whole world seemed to stand still for a split second that lasted a lifetime. Then it came; a blood curling scream of terror and pain. Blood flowed freely and formed a bath for the body of its origin. Falling to his knees Heion could only hold back his thoughts as the picture faded from existence in his hands. Then just as unexpectedly, the phantoms all let out their own screams as they all faded from existence, like being erased from the world they simple dissapeared, but their pain was unimaginable. The world could breath again.

"Its over," Heion said as he too faded away, but only from consciousness.
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