A monster meets Death


Dax Pax says, "Hello there."


Tut a'Mun asks, "Vigilant?"

Dax Pax asks, "Vilgilant?"

Tut a'Mun says, "I assume not, then."

Dax Pax asks, "Who are you?"

Tut a'Mun asks, "Who are you?"

Dax Pax says, "Oh me"

Dax Pax says, "I'm Dax"

Dax Pax says, "A Rhoynish i never seen around/"

Tut a'Mun says, "Tut a'Mun Ahriman, the Young Master."

Dax Pax says, "Strange times."

Tut a'Mun says, "A delight."

Dax Pax says, "So where are you from Tut."

Tut a'Mun says, "Nowhere."

Tut a'Mun asks, "I assume you are from the east?"

Dax Pax says, "Hmph. You mean Alabstate"

Dax Pax says, "I am."

Tut a'Mun says, "Nysea, Alabaster, Theria."

Tut a'Mun says, "All the same to me."

Dax Pax says, "Dont"

Dax Pax says, "Compare Albastrate to the others."

Tut a'Mun asks, "You are still serving a lord, correct?"

Tut a'Mun says, "That is why you stand before me, as a petty soldier."

Dax Pax says, "I serve a king."

Tut a'Mun says, "See, I serve no one."

Tut a'Mun says, "No one but death."

Dax Pax says, "A petty solider who could defeat you."

Tut a'Mun says, "Oh? Entertain me."

Dax Pax says, "Fine"
Tut a'Mun has engaged Dax Pax in Dangerous combat, with a capture roll of 1

Dax would flip out his axe and smile. Another shadow user. Strange how these creatures of the night kept coming and coming. Dax would simply feel the mana surge to his body as he was prepared for battle. He felt the growth in his muscles and the piercing gaze of his eyes look upon Tut. This man spoke to him as if he was nothing. Dax would show him why he served such a high leader.

With his muscles increasing Dax would feel the surge of power as he began to burst through his limits once more again and again. No fear what so ever was shown in his eyes as he was prepared for anything.

"More and more power. I can feel it."

Dax knew this feeling and it was a never ending train as he kept his balance to keep fighting.

With his axe in hand ready he would smirk.

"Let me show you why I serve such a great king."
(Dax Pax)

The ringed hand of death was heaved, ascending into the ether, corrupting the wind which flew by the young one's fingertips. A crystal pulsated upon his pinky, undoubtedly one of feared origin, erasing all in its path of endless destruction.

"Let us see if you can back your silly claims. You are serving a lord, still you believe you are different as any other dog."

Lachrymal thus was fueled with a desire to destroy this petty dog which dared halt his progress further unto the bridge. No one would halt his process, his fear was spread far and wide. This one assumed he was no different from other occultists, nocturnal beings?

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Tut a'Mun Ahriman was the last face that many had seen, the only reason he hadn't heard of this monster was because he was playing the world as the angels had done, puppets on a string.
(Tut a'Mun)

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** You spot
 Yevon Telsagraz nearby! [Click to pursue] **
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** You spot
 Barrachan Vatoris nearby! [Click to pursue] **
Tut a'Mun has lost 16 vitality from this battle for three hours.

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** You spot
 Avery nearby! [Click to pursue] **
The ground broke open and revealed the cooking earth, the boiling essence reaching the nostrils of death's disciple once he observed the crack reach for his bare feet. It was rapidly stretching outward, consuming the earth before the bridge. Each tree's root was crushed under its heaviness.

That was when the drakanite thought it were a great idea to approach and slice into the hand of death. It was a terrible idea, one that led up to his defeat. With a clenched fist, the chains took ahold of one heel and the other to his hand while the shadows rolled out of each uprooted tree.

The shadows wept, slaves to the young master, they took ahold of the chains and left the dog of a king levitating in the empyreal. The scholar set one bare foot into the ground, and then another, until he had reached this servant. The golden hues of this entity glanced over at the state of this vessel.

It was a strong vessel, but one that required mental conditioning.

"Not worthy, not yet. You have done well enough, but you are capable of much more. Death will spare you today, it is not yet your time."

The young master spared this soul, only because he felt the crystal would take this life prematurely. This was a piece that could be used one day, a piece that could cause chaos against the coalition's foolery. With opened hand, the shackles were released and the shades vanished into the sunlight.

"..Begone."
(Tut a'Mun)

** You spot
 Lumen Vastra nearby! [Click to pursue] **
Death.

Dax once again was fighting another person of death. Truly he was a drakanite of wild ambitions. The two shook the area around them. Dax felt the metal hold him back. The chains rip into his body. Yet, the man was watching a wild beast trying to break loose of those chains. Dax was no ordinary man. The power he wanted to have. The urge to fight made him grow larger and break each chain one by one.

For his Lord he kept fighting on and on.

Even with death's door coming at him. Dax wasn't afraid to head into it. A monster who had nothing but one thing on his mind. Battle and blood. A berserk maniac for battle who growth only knew one thing.

To fight and fight. Many battles he lost. Many he won. Dax was not caring for his safety as the chains and occult magic rip into him. It made him laugh with joy.

As the giant of man felt the mana disappearing from his body. The loss of his fighting he didn't cry for mercy. He didn't see this as a releasing. The drakanite golden eyes gazed at him as the moment came.

"You truly had done a foolish thing. Soon once I reach my great peak. I will crush you and anything that stands with you. You don't know truth wrath. But for now death is saved from me." He say taking up in the air and looking at him. Beaten and bloody. The drakanite would gaze.

"You will see. A monster is born in front of you now."
(Dax Pax)


Tut a'Mun says, "You know nothing yet."

Tut a'Mun says, "Do not speak of monsters until you have seen them."

Tut a'Mun says, "Farewell."