Holy Guardian Dev 6 -Protection from Harm and Corruption-

[14:32] Kedara was an absolute terror on the field, contrary to her lightweight and lithe frame. She darts around the sparring grounds without a care in the world, locking down Ulyssa's movement with rocks before unleashing gigantic beams of Holy energy. Whenever she does this, her Rieka lines glow a dazzling viridian colour

In the end, she locks the woman down with a precise formation of rocks, but at this point in the fight she was getting rather tired. She unleashes a beam of extremely powerful Rieka at the woman. The force of this is enough to knock the little Oscuri down herself whilst doing the same to Ulyssa.

Really, who -did- win that fight? She sits up, dazed and confused, her blindfold's glow dimming.
(Kedara)
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[14:37] With the rieka beam barreling towards her the young girl simply threw up her arms to block it. Knowing that this would really hurt she gritted her teeth. As she waited for the impact a semi-transparent shield of light formed around her. Not enough to completely stop the attack but enough to only be knocked onto her back. Hitting the ground knocked the air out of her for a good minute or two.

As she was catching her breath she'd think about what'd caused that to happen? Though rather than dwell on it she'd simply smile and get to her feet. Looking over at Kedara they'd walk over, a bounce to their step.

"Wow, you're a lot scarier than I expected. Ain't hurt are ya'?"
(Ulyssa)

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[17:05] The undeads expression remained the still..No real sign of emotions honestly the question was way beyond him to answer. Although he remembered the sensation of feeling things after being revived his emotions were all dulled and empty. The only thing he felt now was the edge between what life used to be and the cold emptiness of what is undeath was.

A sudden fixture of his clothing he looked down towards the girl as he was a quite taller than she was noticeably so. Although he stood their pondering an appropriate response to her question.

" I've not really have any idea how I'm doing in particular. Ever since my revival I suppose the best way I can understand this new feeling is confusion. Without my masters guidance I mostly feel confused.

For now I must find a purpose to up hold my masters name." He didn't really understand much of what else he could say, His emotions were mostly stunted besides a few of them. The ones that drew the most on his corrupted soul. The feeling to kill others was about the only thing he felt now. Although his body was still not at its full power he knew eventually he would have his time.
(Lachland Weissvelt)
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[17:13] Listened intently, a slightly scrunched expression to her face. Clearly the smell of decay about the undead was noticed by the girl. Yet, ignored for the most part. At-least beyond the scrunching of her face.

Thinking about what they'd said the young girl twist her foot back and forth. Her expression pensive as if contemplating it, she'd never really tried to talk to an undead before. Namely because the Necromancer's who made them were more often then not violent.

Well confusion, she understood that. So, they felt confusion that made sense. She'd cup her chin with a her index and forfinger. Looking up at them, finally as if coming to a conclusion they'd ask a few more questions.

"Confusion? I know what 'dats like, sometimes I think I'm more confused 'den not. Especially around some of my friends, I imagine that's how you feel. I saw you talk to Esme once, she's not yet trained to give Azreal's gift yet. So. . . Her father maybe?"
(Ulyssa)
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[17:21] He stared down towards the girl seeing as her expression was solemn like his own. He nodded as she purposed her next question. He was never ordered not to speak ofhis revival and he figured as long as they were children of Dawn...of Azrael and his teachings then he had no problem telling who his master was.

After all if anything was true in this world the Lich King Arthur Rowan needed protection from no one. "Yes My master is her father Lord Arthur. He raised me but he remains afar from me. I was not shown the way like the others and for the most part I've only maintained contact with my master through our connection....So I've been attempting to figure out what to do without any orders."

He continued to remain stern yet not fridged. Although his emptiness covered most of his being he attempted for the most part to remain neutral towards others within Dawn.
(Lachland Weissvelt)
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[17:26] Squinted at the zombie, well she'd been right. Confused and lonely from the sounds of it. Looking up at him she'd take a half step back. Getting some space, as she did so she'd reach down and grip the air, seeing as she no longer wore a dress. Giving a dressless curtsy to the undead.

"My name's Ulyssa 'da Brave, good to meet you. What's your name?"

As she rose from the curtsy she'd take a small step, returning to where she'd stood. Her expression shifting from neutral back to it's natural state, a smile.
(Ulyssa)
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[17:33] Despite not knowing much about the young girl he could easily come to respect her. Her manners were perfect and she knew how to address others in a formal manner and even though the memories of his past were hazy he found such traits to resonate with him in some degree. Bending his body into a gentle bow, He placed one of his arms behind his back and extended forward far enough to loom over her a little.

As he got closer his blue eyes stood out prominently perhaps his most alluring yet intimidating feature. Although despite his status as an undead his body looked no less normal than a regular human, Beyond the enchanting blue eyes and the sensation of corrupted mana that bleed from his surroundings.

" Lachlan Weissvelt But my master has dubbed me with a nickname. 'Weissman' But feel free to call me which ever you please Lady Ulyssa." His words were formal as if he was addressing Royalty or higher nobilityeven if the girl was not of such a powerful bloodline.


(Lachland Weissvelt)
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[17:46] Only stood with a slight puff to her chest as she was greeted in such a fancy way. Only person who did that was Airen, it felt nice. Even if she knew she shouldn't get a big head it was against the virtues, but she just couldn't help it every now and again.

She'd notice the eyes, prominent as could be. Such raw mana, just like an Oscuri. It was very eye catching, vaguely she pondered if maybe that was on purpose. As for the other prominent feature, the aura of corruption. Something about the girl just allowed her to ignore it. Perhaps it could be seen as manners though it could be the soft glow about her. As if there was something that shielded her from its normal unpleasantness.

"Ooh, it's go- I mean. It's a pleasure to meet you Lachlan. Hmm, how about Lachy? Lachli. . . I kinda like Lachli it reminds me of, uh, well I like it. Do you like that? Lachli or is it to informal maybe. I could call you Mr. Weissvelt if you wanted."

She'd give a confident nod to that, it did remind them of someone. It seemed a bit odd to call someone else by it but it felt right.
(Ulyssa)
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[17:54] His face remained indifferent not really changing its expression. The same face frozen in time incapsulated in its attempt to understand the warmth of humans. At the very least the experience of the life he left beyond.

As the differeing names were asked reclaimed his posture and stood up tall once more. " I have no preference its entirely up to you. Lady Ulyssa I'm merely a tool to be used in my masters name."

His tone was unchanging and not very much inclusive. He truly believed the words he spoken and no other variation. Self preservation was only a means to continuing serving his master.

" So do you intend to study any particular Art Lady Ulyssa? I suppose your interest in me stems from Learning Azrael's arts?" his eyes continued to engage hers. Focused and locked on the girl yet although everything about him screamed as an error tothe world and the 'lifestream' his power gave off no sense of danger.
(Lachland Weissvelt)
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[18:01] Would give a few nods to as he spoke. Yep, Lachli it was, she'd intended on it regardless but willingness or indifference was key to a good nickname. As she listened to him for a bit she'd ponder what was said.

"Well, I don't think that's how it works. 'Da idea is to get you back to being your own person. After all it'd be silly if everyone who was brought back was just a 'tool' I don't think 'da three would care for it."

As she spoke she'd just continue right along, after hearing the question regarding Azreal's arts. With a shake of her head to that she'd reply in as relaxed a manner as before.

"Oh, no nothing like 'dat I just wanted to talk to you cause you looked lonely."
(Ulyssa)
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[18:07] He wondered for a moment if perhaps he felt anything as loneliness and perhaps he had not been as easily accepted into the fold as he would have liked...There was something he wanted to be good at to stand out to the other undeaden Dawn most of all he wanted to be seen as useful.

He stared blankly at the girl not really knowing that he was putting up such a presence but figured it was some what truth" At the core of it my master brought me back to serve a purpose I believe once that is explained to me I will have the ability to become my own being. But as for now I will join the Legion and improve upon my abilities to kill our enemies. "


" I suppose I just want to find belonging amongst others within Dawn so I may become useful, To My master."
(Lachland Weissvelt)
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[18:13] Tilted her head to the side, thinking for a few moments on that statement. It didn't seem like a bad idea after all there was a lot of enemies who would hurt people within Dawn. As she thought about it she looked to the north, thinking of the monsters that lay in that direction.

"Maybe he didn't tell ya'da purpose because finding your own purpose brings life meaning. Could 'dat be why you've only had your connection with him ya'?"

Though as if perhaps she'd forgotten the important thing she'd meant to say she'd hastily tack on at the end.

"Oh, and you can always come hang out with me if you feel lonely. I'm usually around 'da square practicing runescribing."
(Ulyssa)
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[18:25] He didn't think much about it from her point of view but still it did make sense. Perhaps his master wanted to test his capabilities to adapt and grow on his own? If this was a test then things would make more sense...He had already figured out a path to take all he had to do was achieve that goal.

"I don't know for sure if that's what he intends for me but for now I can only do what I believe will give me more power and more respect in his eyes. Besides I feel killing is the only way to I'll erode this sensation within me... " Coldness...Darkness unlike any other the sensation he felt constantly was a dull anxiety his soul screaming in a silent realm unable to be heard by no one.

His only reprieve was to learn how to murder and take from others so he could feel something to make the voices stop. Or perhaps to add on to them. Despite his manners and appearance the corruption within him was made to kill his nature could not be denied forever.

As she invited him to join her he did not know much of how to respond. It was true he had no one to talk to but at the same time he found little over all value but if he was to become a defender of Dawn and his master he would need to connect with more than just his master...Others as well in which ever form he could.

" I accept your offer. If you require anything of me at any point please feel free to let me know Lady Ulyssa. However my main objective for the next few years is to study combat magic as deeply as I can and to train myself as well. It seems we are contiguously engaged in fights and more warriors must be made to defend our home.."
(Lachland Weissvelt)
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[18:31] Didn't know how she felt about all the talk of killing, it seemed to her that killing was bad. It was contradictory to what she knew of the teachings after all the greatest someone could do was forgive another. Azreal himself had stated Death was a tragedy, that was the entire point of Necromancy. Yet, this undead seemed to be fixated on dealing it.

Rather than sit there and ponder the paradox more than she had to the young girl would do the easier thing. Which was to keep talking. Of which she did.

"Well, remember that death's bad and to be careful who you kill. 'Dats what Azreal created Necromancy for anyways to avoid that sort of thing."

Though rather than press her personal thought on it, she was young and opionated but not obsessed about being right.

"Well, I rarely need much. . . Maybe a friend? I can never have enough of those. Oh, if you need ot practice fighting I could help, I'm pretty strong.
(Ulyssa)
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[18:44] " Death is perfection. Within death truth is revealed and it Even though my mind is scattered soon my body will be completed as perfection...I believe Azrael first felt pity for humanity and wished to abolish its flaws but now there are those who spread Heresy of our work. My very existence is an abomination to them and thus Kill and fight we must...Blood must be spilled to continue our work and that is the grim reality of life." he did not sugar coat his passion for such a topic death was natural apart of the flow undeath was perhaps made with the intentions to save others but no matter what intentions dive into the art it will always result in foul malevolence.

Even though he spoke to a young child he attempted to make his point clear even if she would not accept such realities now eventually her life would change to were she would need to. So he held back no words from her." I do not know if I'm capable of being a friend to you but I will aide you in whichever way possible. If Friend ship is what you seek I will adapt to your standards in time. However its to be noted as a corrupted being. No matter the magic as long as I exist so will this indulgence for death, and I have no intention to ignore it either. To strive for Azrael's perfect world I must accept my nature. And its cruelty. As will you come to do in time." A vivd but saddened smile reached crossed his face, His lips half curled as the cracked skin flaked from its face as he flexed the rotted muscles that slept on his hollowed bones.


The number of insects gathering around them seemed to increase however mostly towards the undead.

(Lachland Weissvelt)