battle with Razhi

[23:20] Acheron Erebus says, "...."
[23:20] Razhi asks, "Hm?"
[23:20] Acheron Erebus asks, "And you are?"
[23:21] Razhi asks, "I am Sir Razhi, who might you be?"
[23:21] Acheron Erebus says, "Acheron."
[23:21] Acheron Erebus asks, "Your one of those... creatures right?"
[23:21] Acheron Erebus asks, "From shadowmire?"
[23:23] Razhi says, "I am a Knight of the Shadowmire."
[23:23] Razhi says, "You are correct."
[23:23] Acheron Erebus asks, "And what is a Knight of the Shadowmire doing here?"
[23:24] Razhi asks, "Wandering these lands. Do you have business with me, peasant?"
[23:26] Acheron Erebus says, "-"
[23:27] Acheron coughs.
(Acheron Erebus)
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[23:27] Razhi says, "Well? Out with it."
[23:27] Acheron Erebus says, "Come again? I'm afraid I'm getting a little hard of hearing."
[23:27] Acheron Erebus asks, "What did you refer to me as? Tin-can?"
[23:27] Razhi says, "You are a peasant. Peasants shouldn't speak back to their betters, mortal."
[23:27] Razhi says, "Kneel and beg forgiveness, and I may forgive you yet."
[23:27] Razhi crosses his arms over his chest.
(Razhi)
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[23:28] Acheron Erebus says, "Aaa... Still seems like I'm hearing some utter bullshit that's coming from whatever pile of trash you crawled out of."
[23:28] Acheron Erebus says, "How about this."
[23:31] "I'll give you one chance to beg for your worthless existence, and maybe. I'll consider it."

Piercing golden hues illuminated within the night sky as his very surroundings began to quiver underneath his weight.

From the Rhoynur's gaze alone, they could feel a heavy weight placed among their shoulders. Applying weight towards their body and forcing it towards the ground.


(Acheron Erebus)
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[23:34] The undead was steadfast. He wasn't intimidated by the teenager. He was a veteran of battles and war, and had been risen from the grave in service to the Night Mother.

In response to the pressure around him, an occultic shroud flares from within the armor, acting as a ward. Corruption seeping from the being like a thick fog.

"Pitiful whelp." the voice from within the armor says with an air of distain.

"Very well, mortal. I challenge you to a duel." A gauntlet is pulled off, then thrown at the Erebus's face.

Without waiting for a response, the great sword at his back is drawn, then pointed towards Acheron's throat.

"Defend thyself!" he commands.
(Razhi)
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[23:36]
{LOAD GAME}

[23:43] {Won Dangerous RPB against Razhi}
[23:43] ** Acheron Erebus has inflicted an injury upon Razhi. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[00:17] "Pitiful whelp?"

He laughed at the crude comment the headless suit of armor made.

"It seems to me that you don't know who your dealing with."

A sigh escaped as he shook his head sadly.

"You can't even fathom the crevice that separates us."

Raising his head, his gaze shot through them with an overwhelming feeling. They could feel as if they could be crushed. The overwhelming pressure that they now stood before. The predator that the prey dared to challenge, to compete against.

He'd make sure they'd suffer.

Occultic energies flared to life within the armor, the intoxicating aura burned away their visage as they came at him with their sword raised high.

"It's not going to be a duel."

Without any indication or warning, the very wildlife that surrounded the Rhoynur's frame flattened. The world around them warmed as an metaphysical presence took a hold of it's shape, twisting it to his very damages as his very presence pushed against the seams.

"It's going to be a slaughter."

The corners of his lips pulled wide as tethers of shadows pulled from his form, enveloping him in an umbral cloak, his very visage alluded from sight as his frame sunk into their very surroundings.

It was unfortunate that the Knight of Shadowmire had chosen to spew their vulgar words this night. Especially when he bared the mark of the chosen one, being the singularity amongst the rest.

He was the very being that had embraced darkness for what it is and became it's true manifestation.

Acheron would shout into the eye of what the Dullahan was. Causing the very earth to tremble and crack as new terrain formed to make the battle difficult for the knight at hand.

Metaphysical blows crushed into the Knight's armor, breaking parts off their arms, legs and chest. Hitting their target with an unmistakable crunch.

Despite his overwhelming edge, the knight was perceptive. Attempting to cut off his trails. Carry light where there was darkness to reveal his position, all the while perceiving where he'd attempt to appear next, coming to close blows with him and even landing attacks that could be proven fatal if he wasn't adaptive.

"Enough."

He shouted once more, instilling fear into the lost soul that caved within the armor as he outstretched his hand.

Steps could be heard approached as Acheron revealed himself to the naked eye. Striding into the open as shadows pulled from his frame. His hand outstretched as he constructed their movement, twisting it his will as they'd find their movements binded.

"I've heard a lot about this figure of yours. The one you call mother. The one who embraces darkness."

He coaxed as he continued striding towards them.

"I'd like to meet them one day."

Finally stopping short of the Dullahan, he flicked his wrist downwards. Forcing the knight to kneel before him.

"Clearly you don't understand who your in the presence of." he warned as he smirked before them.

"Where as Nyx is your Mother. I am your Father."

He declared brazenly.

"Do let my other children know that'll be coming, and once more. That I'll meet Nyx on my own.

But until then... I'll leave you with a little gift."

Leaning forward, his frame lowered as he placed a hand against the cold, dented armor of the Dullahan.

The moment that he touched their armor, an unyielding terror awoke in their dreams. Unending war as spectre's of shadows ruled the land. Unknown faces of their previous life fled for their lives as screams and blood curdling cries filled the air. The land was war-torn with a clear victor marching on. The city was torn as building fell against unforgiveable odds.

Were these possible people a memory of their past life? Or would it be their somber future of what was to come.

And in the end, a shadowy masked figure approached, his face coming up into view as blood stained their wear.

Despite their armor, and the helm that they dawned. Razhi who always know their name. Their true face.

It was Acheron.

The Father of Darkness

(Acheron Erebus)
[00:31] The battle was intense, an almost literal eruption in a flurry of blows back and forth. Though, the Dullahan was outmatched. His attempts to close in often failed, resulting in receiving blows he may otherwise had avoided.

The battle ends and the knight is forced to his knees. He struggles the entire time, though his form was dented and battered too much for the resistance to be substantial.

For the most part, the words are lost on the undead. He was reeling too hard from the viscous assault, the attack on his spirit that left him so very weak.

A kick backwards sends the knight rolling, and without a moment of pause, he vanishes into the trees, moving swiftly under cover of night.

He'd ponder the visions once he had rested.
(Razhi)