Indignation
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Name:Indignation, Blade Of Virtue {Kindness} //First Tier
What It is::
The Original Forging
HUMBLE ORIGINS
Hearing the crude self made timer that the draconian herself once constructed as a child, Vaeri placed her notes on naga metal alloy production and methods upon her work bench table top and turned off the device. The temperature heating the vat containing her now perfected recipe for the new strengthened super metal. The molten liquid inside the large cast iron container bubbles and boils, signaling it is ready to pour into billet form. The lowan daron blacksmith readys some form of mold for a special billet to be used for Kasyr's bladed weapon. It is a crude form, yet when this item is finished it shall truly be a work of art and power.
Sweat beads off the woman's brow as she holds tightly upon a large set on metal tongs with one hand, as she strategicaly aims each thunderous swing of her hammer with the other . The sound echos throughout the part of the serpent city that her heat blasting metal forge exists, as part of her very soul enters the construction of the blade. Pounding and forming last for what seems to be hours, hours turn into nights as Vaeri works diligently upon completion of the sword. Days later the process completed, Vaeri hones the blade to surpass the edge of a razor. The marking of the Thurkear family imprinted into the base of the tang on the blade before the guard and pomel are placed together. Vaeri smiles as she test the sword for balance and is tempted to keep this fine blade for herself, yet she neatly cleans and wraps the item and lables it with the name Kasyr. The sword made with the advanced metal alloy is more durable then any known forged weapon in existance and is not known to be easily shattered under any conditions.
Catalsyed Creation
OUTSKIRTS OF VENTURIL
Kasyr was here, the tiefling lounging up against one of the walls of the great city- a long item wrapped in a bundle held up on his shoulders, arms slung carefully over it so that the contents didn't cause him any harm. "Riss. I can sense tu here. Glad you hurried. We have a sparring session owed- et I have a gift for tu that I wish to show you." The hybrid would grin, and then simply shuffle in place.
Riss said to Kasyr, "Gift?"
Vaeri arrives near the outskirts of King Rheven's city and simply sits down and observes.
Kasyr idly tipped to the side, the bundle which he carried slipping from it's position atop his shoulders- as though it were to fall to the ground. Yet, rather then allowing the plummet to occur uninterrupted- the tiefling simply grasps the small string had been binding the blade within the cloth. With a flick of his wrist, the Naga-Steel Katana within is sent hurtling up, the tieflings gloved and of his left catching the thing deftly by its hilt- by which point he simply flicked it towards his 'brother'. "I noticed your preference for weapons. Went out of my way to procure the best one I possibly could. The lady Vaeri forged it- nice balance to it en fait- reminiscent of how cleanly Gospel wields."
Riss 's eyes alight in childish desire, nearly springing to hug Kasyr -- much needed manliness prevents him from doing so, however. "It's... mine? I can... have it? For what? What's it going to cost me?" he wasn't sure of anything, gifts hadn't been given often. "If I find out that you're playing me a fool, I'll make sure to beat you up 'n' steal it."
Kasyr grinned and stepped away from the wall, the drifting cloth which had been used to contain the blade plucked from the air during the movement. "That was the intention, really. The beating moi up part- See, If tu really have gotten better, than it shouldn't be too hard to disarm moi et take it for your own, non? Consider this a step up in your lessons." A smile of the most wicked sorts ensued, the tiefling simply drawing his right foot forward, whilst his left foot slide out to the appropriate side, "So, Come get it, Christian. Then it's yours, no strings attached."
Vaeri watches in anticipation. ~SPAR BEGIN~
Riss felt a certain sinking within the confines of his gut, but didn't let it show. He couldn't let it show -- if he did, the sword would never become his. Click. Click. Fingers had moved to the clips that attached Preklek armor to his sleeve, and with that, comes the clattering of alloy against Venturil's rugged terrain. "Bastardous 'Brother,' it's in no way a gift; you couldn't ever give me anything. Just another way to show that you're better than me, keeping something yours, yours." Trench coat fell, yet the show's curtain had truly risen. Christian wouldn't rely on weaponry, none but that granted through nature; his hands sought to grasp that hilt, and his feet responded promptly. One after the other, succession quickens upon nearing Kasyr, but a surprise would be set into place. Body becomes lowered, golden tresses seeking to meet with the cloth of Kasyr's coat, skull to abdomen.
Kasyr was shaking his head at the sight of armour and trenchcoat being shucked aside, a look that was a cross of chastening and curious flickering over his features. And yet, he didn't slacken in his stance, simply waiting and watching as Riss began his seemingly reckless dash towards the tiefling. Waiting, up until christian had tucked down in preperation for a tackle, was naught but a few paces from impact. With a fluidity that belied his talent as a swordsman, the tiefling would simply slide the whole of his weight towards the left, following the leg he had already set towards that side- right leg retracting to himself during that motion. It was not a simple evasion however- rather, the start of a pivot upon that selfsame left foot, that hand gripping he sword simply swiping in a blur of steel to slice quite neatly towards Riss' unprotected back, not to sever through- but rather to leave a gash straight across as a lesson. "I'm -not- going to hold back here. This es a lesson, et one for something I had specifically made for you, if you were worthy of it. Try harder- like your life damn well depended on it."
Riss | Blood, Agony; all poured from Christian as the sword connected with his back. Why? Why had Kasyr prepared such a lesson, one which could result in death? "I don't give a damn 'bout your lessons! What do -you- have to teach -me-? Disgrace to humanity, you've become!" he didn't really mean it; it was more so wound speaking than personality. This sheer anguish which manifested in that missing sliver of skin results in the tapping of Chaos. Oh, how poison had dripped into the well of sanity, poisoning the townsfolk! It brought a euphoric sense, a numbing of emotion ultimately resulting in nirvana; he had become void, eyes that hide behind shields of orange losing that child-like bliss. Arms flail outwards, hiss of metal ushering forth bloodlust incarnate. Uncaring, reckless, without remorse: these could describe the dash to ensue, a sprint that brought dual-vampiric edges in attempt to drink heartily from Kasyr's fingertips. They had wanted a new child, offspring to corrupt.
Vaeri eats popcorn and watches with wonder.
Kasyr immediately hopped back upon the landing of that blow- his feet already retaking their initial positioning as he attended to the blood upon the blade. A sharp flick of his arm out to the left, beads of sanguine caught upon the edge spattering to the ground- It was immaculate anew. "Experience coupled with pain teaches best; The Fair lady Des morts es the best teacher." A quiet answer, and he simply observed the shift in personality and emotions, the whole of his body tensing as the familiar click of the wristblades was heard. It was his right leg which shifted this time, twitching momentarily before the whole of his body ducked down and then sprung forward- Wristsblades raking a path over his shoulder as he rushed past Riss in a blur. It was during this that the tiefling shifted his hold upon the blade, reversing his grip so that it was aligned with his forearm as he skidded past the other Figment of chaos- every intention to open up his chest. Things did not end there however. The very moment he passed his foe, the tiefling would swipe the cloth he held within his right hand across the blade- to purge it of sins in the form of familial blood spilt. This action would free his right hand of it's burden- allowing him to press a mesh gloved hand to the ground, to slow his momentum and come to a skidding turn- to endeavour to blitz past Riss' other side, both hands upon the Katana now as he'd make an attempt at severing muscle twixt right arm and shoulder.
Riss | Sword became brush, chest the canvas to grotesque art; sanguine paint spilt down, dabbling like finger-paints of a child. Christian's body nearly entered a state a shock, but the adrenaline that came with that gash, how lovely it was. Pivot. Grip of ebon boots slid against the ground, dirt taking to the air as fire was set to a vampire. Vambrace's blade, left, had been set on a collision course with that hopeful serpentine-steel, forearm sideling the dull back and forcing harshly downwards in attempt to free it from vile hands; it would meet the grasp of its true owner by the end of this battle. Surely, it would. Oh! It didn't end there, however -- one dagger had yet to act, and it wouldn't be fair if chance hadn't been given. As that turn occurred, it sought a different locale: the gut of Kasyr. Its blade yearned to break through that layer of adipose and muscle, to wallow in vitae whilst cleaning itself with twists and turns. Christian had become an animal of sort; he had become lost in the excitement of it all.
Kasyr lurched during that moment of cataclysmic contact, the unexpected counter nearly forcing the blade from twixt clutched fingers. As it was, the very momentum he had placed into the attack simply angled the slash down- the blades embedded down into turf long dead. He was hence set up near perfectly for that retaliation, that wristblade which his 'brother' wielded so joyfully shredding through the flesh of his stomach- piercing through with a terrifying ease until it met a sudden resistance.The tieflings left hand had disengaged from the hilt- the Tattoo's upon his arm having seamlessly burst from flesh- only to manifest in a form unfamiliar to even the hybrid. A nodachi composed of a pitch black substance, the evening solidified into a weapon~ "You're...better than this. I know..Tu are." And then he shoved. His body would lean back as he'd forcibly shove with every single bit of strength his nature as a figment, as a vampire, as a half-demon could afford him. That tenebrous edge would be lashed out with a terrifying degree of speed for a weapon of its' size, the thing more than the hybrids size- to be swiped inwards towards Riss' body. Should contact be made, it could more than easily cleave through even the steel of his wrist blades in his current state, and the tiefling didn't have the focus available to pull back from doing any less than carving through his 'brothers' gut. All this, simply so that he could dislodge the Katana from the earth with his right hand, stumbling steps taken backwards to gain distance used to further this cause. Vaeri bites her fingernails.
Riss | Glint of steel signifies a lone, humble soldier raising all the might he could muster against an incomparable evil. The Soldier's Katana had been drawn, daggers hesitantly inching back for their seemingly century-long sleep -- this allowed a firmer grip to be taken on the modest weapon, yet the Nodachi had a great power driving it forward. Riss had fallen, Ichikei whom rested on his shoulder squirming, losing balance and meeting that Ouroboros blade as he attempted to take flight from the stumbling Aeromancer. Blood, tuft, feathers: all found way to the wind; Christian felt its pain, and that void of emotion was replaced by something, replaced by the breaking through of tears, rage, desire of revenge, and all he could think about was breaking that damnable sword with his own hands, yet he wouldn't dare to do such a thing yet. Silence plagued the air.
Kasyr flicked the Nodachi upwards after he'd sent Riss scuttling to the ground, the tiefling casting a careless glance to the mess of feathers which danced in the wind about him. A moment was taken to pause, Gospel fading to a blackness which took home within the tieflings arms again, Tattoo's reforming within an instant- that free hand now dancing amongst the feathers, whimsically plucking at them. Not a single care was taken as the others swarmed about the Katana at his side, as the last bit of Sentience that the Familiar possessed was used to bind It's soul to the blade- to save itself from being devoured by the serpent made weapon that had 'slain' it. Not a single care, not a single notice- the tiefling simply drawing the katana to a point before himself, "Get up. This es not ending, until you are unconscious, or the sword es in your hands et taken from mine." And then came the rumble of footfalls, boots crashing across the turf as the tiefling rushed towards the spot that Riss lay fallen, Katana drawn forth if only to be rammed through the collar bone of his sword wielding arm, Gospel immediately manifested in the form of the nodachi from his other hand, the Blade jutting forth with a suddenness to mirror it's 'twins' Course- and effectively pin Riss to the ground, "You...can do better than this. I know you can. You have to- if you think you'll be able to protect anything in this life."
Riss | Pain. Gut-wrenching agony plagued every bit of Christian's essence. First, Naga-steel had driven itself into a single side, body lurching that way to seek an escape from the second; alas, that was a sweet dream, contrary to present reality. The Nodachi followed its brother, more brutally pinning the opposing side, bones shattering, but even they would regenerate over a reasonably miniscule amount time. Christian had a knack for the art of reversal.
Kasyr twitched, almost pausing in his advance at the sight of the pain caused- this wasn't the point, but a lesson needed to be taught. He needed to get better, if he was going to end up entangled in the same games the tiefling was- Chesspieces to the divine. "As you are, tu couldn't protect anyone, whether one of your own- or me. Children, Nothing...et noone. Not even Estbel...You're better than this, Christian." Hands Clapsing on the swords simply began to twist in place, grinding against bone, severing through muscles and veins as the aggravated the wounds. "WAKE.." The katana would shimmer, feathers from the vicinity drawing about the pair- to swirl about like a small maelstrom. In their wake would be a trail, a constant of phantasms- afterimages made of light. "UP!" It was with those words that the tiefling lifted his right foot, every intention to drive it down onto Riss' Chest.
Riss | It was that slamming of foot 'gainst chest that caused the reversal, essence of the Nodachi that tormented his bones traversing not only the course of his body, but his soul as well. Chaos awakened once more, but not to spite the emotions, no void created, rather a reversal; what could be said? The boy had a talent! That essence of Gospel wasn't held for long, for it became something opposed to Envy: Kindness, Christian could feel it through the suffering. Oh, but it wouldn't end there; so much was left untold, and a story should always conclude, a happy ending unfurled to recompose hope. Raw virtue surged through the Aeromancer, and traveled into that Naga-Steel... but what had happened? Plumes of feather claimed that sword, and it was cast away with the wind, yet a new pain would plague the frame of such a handsome boy... Yes, wings, the wings of a dove, Ichikei's wings, began to surface from naught but pink flesh; tattoos, two, opposing one another. At this point, Christian didn't scream from Kasyr's bullying, but rather the attachment of a weapon to his soul. Indignation had spawned.
Vaeri rubs her eyes to make sure this is all not a dream she is having from using to much Milous southland weed.
Kasyr was blown clear of the sprawled body that was Riss, the tiefling landing quite heavily upon his back moments after- Gospel flickering through the air in a blur of black, only to guide itself by a few twists of causality to imbed itself into the ground near Kasyrs head- a touch too close for comfort. And it was like this that he rested, even as the wounds upon his arm finished closing, as the puncture in his stomach churned and came to a shut- the backlash of those kind energies doing a wonder for his physicality. It had birthed into something far beyond the original designs, something which Gospel Hissed hatefull at. And yet, the tiefling could only smile as he stared up at the sky, "...There's..your sword. Heh." At this point, his left arm snapped out to grasp upon the hilt of the Nodachi, pulling himself up to a sitting position, "I guess...you can protect things, after all."
Riss said to Kasyr, "Bastard. I can't sit up."
Kasyr said to Riss, "Cry me a river. I gave tu your sword."
Riss said to Kasyr, "I don't see any damned sword!"
Kasyr said to Riss, "I don't know! You have Tattoo's now! See if tu have a voice in your head or something. Et then just, I don't know. Call on it. You -had- the sword, enfin. I stabbed it into vous nicely. Er."
Riss said to Kasyr, "So, you're saying that I have an evil attached to me, too? I offered to -take- Gospel from you, not acquire my own."
Kasyr leaned more heavily onto Gospel, for a moment- then gradually got up to his feet- the true trial coming when he slowly began to pull out the 6 foot blade inch by inch. "Oops? Not like I planned that exactement. I got the thing made for tu- that..was not something it was made for, tu comprends? Outside..er..What's the Kanos be damned word." Tipping his head to the side, he'd continued to tug up on the sword, "PARAMETERS! Oui, not in the original parameters.." An enthuisastic nod, and he'd simply tug back on the thing, near bowling over when the Nodachi was finally free of the ground. "Er. Anyways. It...looks fairly magical. Felt, fairly magical. Talk to it. Maybe yours' es not an asshole?"
Riss allowed his eyelids to fall shut, and believe it or not, he could hear it. "It's that damned bird again!" he'd shout, but his voice would trail, "he sounds... different. I don't like it... It's too, too Just. And it won't shut the hell up about Gospel. That, too."
Kasyr smirked faintly, if only to focus upon Gospel. The sword's dimensions changed- the blade slowly shifting from it's existance as a Nodachi- to the more 'familiar' form of the bastard sword- the sheathe forming about the blade in a single fluid swirld of darkness. With everything adjusted, the tiefling simply drew it forth, before essentially using it as a walking stick, as he began to walk. "Now, I can either call Awne here, or send tu to her- but one way or another, tu are getting treatment now. Actually, hell with it." With that, Gospel was unsummoned, the tiefling stumbling forward before simply moving to pluck up the 'poor-helpless' Riss, "..We're going to Awne's. You're getting some treatment of the mundane sort done- et..Well. You can get acquainted with your loudmouth bird friend again."
Riss said to you, "Hurry up!"
Vaeri raises to her feet honored to have had her eyes lay witness to such an epic event.
Kasyr was aware the lady was present, hell, he had invited her. and so, as he promptly began to carry his poor 'Brother' off, he'd simply afford the woman a grin, and a low nod of his head. Then quite simply, the two departed.
What it Can do:: To the owner, when they sleep, dreams are filled with whispers; not to push the wielder- but rather to guide them down a path that is more focused- a state of balance..of Kindness. When held, the weapon bonds itself to the one destined for its touch by causality, marking them with the Avian crests until they die and ownership is transferred. The Katana will spend most of It's time as a part of the markings, after they've has had some time to attune themselves to their owner, and will only emerge when either willed, or a threat appears...or the wielder dies. Should the wielder die, or someone/something be slain by the weapon, one of two things occur: If the person dying is good or neutral, their spirit is allowed to move on- whereas, if the one slain is evil: their spirit will become trapped within the weapon {Thats right folks, Makes returning from DD's a problem...unless one is able to get the weapon one way or another {Duel, permission, etc}- and either get divine intervention, or, an excessively powerful mageling-}. The weapon is possessed of a remarkable keeness, ne'er dulling- and likewise possesses a surnatural durability tied to the presence of what is sealed within. It's actually due to this living state of the weapon that the wielder is granted a pair of blessings, one of the thing sharing some of its essence with the user when wielded- so as to maintain their stamina during conflicts- whilst the other is by that very same flow of essence, the weapons are effectively weightless.
Kindness' Fatal Edge: Indignations specific forte rests in defense, or rather, in the acquiry of defensive measures. In quite the same manner as Gospel acquires offensive measures, The 'Katana' is capable of learning maneuvers oriented around survival. These powers are a bit more difficult to gain- as one of two things must occur. Either the wielder of the defensive maneuver must be impaled with the Katana long enough for it to leech the knowledge from them- or more Macabrely, the person must be killed, and indignation rammed into their body, effectively allowing -any- defensive abilities related to swords, or to ones self specifically to be gained. Abilities gained in this manner do have some limitations- the regeneration of a troll not exactly learnable, due to it being a racial trait.
Indignation's personality: Instead of leading its owner to a point of bloodlust like most swords do, it encourages a healing embrace; its power lies within others, gaining trust through the kindness of the blade. Violence is typically its last resort, and when awakened to be used as this last resort, its power is enhanced due to being driven by its virtue; kindness must be shown through lessons at times.
Indignation's Forms: First Form {Initial}:The Katana
Physical Description: {Dormant}When dormant, Indignation takes form as a pair of dove wings that extend to each opposing shoulder. They hold the natural color of skin save for the lines which compose the outline.
{Manifest}Indignation manifests itself in a flurry of feathers, light streaming from the tattoos which are on Christian’s shoulders. This light has the potential to cause temporary blindness (5 seconds maximum) as the sword is being summoned. The flurry of feathers is carried through the wind and towards Christian’s hands to manifest in the form of Indignation.
{Initial}This is the sword that manifests from that flurry of feathers, a pearly-naga-steel Katana with a pair of dove wings engraved upon the blade, nearest the hilt. It allows its wielder an increased sense of analysis, thusly allowing the prediction of basic moves to initiate counterattacks. How perfectly these counterattacks are executed depends both on the trust that Indignation holds within its wielder, and the physical attributes of the wielder.
Blade Element: Indignation holds an Affinity with two elements often related to the heavens, that of the wind, of air- and the element of light, of holiness.
Bird: Dove
Custom Name (s): Indignation
List of Past owners: 1.Riss*Current*
- Disclaimer:: This Be Intellectual Property Of Kasyr Aka Jerrett W.S. Booth. It also Happens to owe some Facets to Riss' Player.