Collected. !{Dangerous RP}!

[21:18] A familiar face that he hadn't expected to see quite so soon, but- it was welcomed, or perhaps just incredibly unwelcomed. Dreamer's energies instantly rose up around the Neries' immediately grabbing hold of her energies and tugging onto them; Siphoning them before she has even been given the chance to discharge any magic of her own.

Eyes sweep out over the field, making a single check for any other inhabitants of it, before once more setting his eyes onto the Dryad. A smile-- A taunting leer rather, grew up onto the Neries' visage.

"Ah, I did not expect to see you here quite so soon. Have you come to reconsider, after having thought about my proposal?" Redemption was drawn down from his back, slamming into the earth before him.

Judging from the now-surging energies around him, as well as the drawn weapon, it did not seem like he intended to give Artaius the power of choice.

Even if she so wished to.
(Aranel Keseth)
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[21:28] She was still hunting for that damn Hive. Nara did give a tip of where she should search, but still the plains weren't a good spot to find such. Well, she spent several hours and still nothing...

However, a familiar face seen upon her. Her eyes would widen as she noticed how deep she was in enemy territory in order to find such a familiar person. A sigh from her, she seemed to be pretty calm.

Her staff was driven out from her back, clearly she wasn't in the mood for fighting, actually, she seemed pretty tired. Perhaps done...?

"I'm sorry. I fear that i just can't allow myself to be associated with the Demon kin. Even that i would love this war to end and to stay away from the battlefield for some time, however, i fear that... I should atleast fight until the end. I know that Ardent is going to fall anyway, i would gladly join you... If you weren't a demon worshipper..." She sighs, still believing that they wouldn't actually need to fight.

"I was jus searching for a Hive anyway, i'm researching about Insectomancy. Well, i fear that due to the hostile situations of our last meeting i couldn't give you my name, not as if it matters anyway. I'm Artiaus." She lends her right hand to her chest and bows in respect as she slides to a fighting stance.

"However i fear that we just won't be able to leave this without fighting, am i right...?"
(Artaius Lignum)
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[21:32] "I do not worship Demons, dear. I pursue all that is progress- I stand against that which would halt it. Ardent wishes to halt it and does not tolerate arts such as necromancy based on morals alone. It is a shame, but--"

Redemption rose up from the ground, held up towards starry skies. Lightning struck down from the skies, crackling around the hammer's head and infusing it with further power. It is protruded towards the woman, though without anything being fired from it. A precaution- perhaps preparation, if you will.

"Order has to be destroyed."

Radiant energies broke out from his back, enveloping his body. Even if only a slight one, there was a bob of his head in the woman's direction, both eyes closing together. "Aranel Keseth, dear. A last chance is all I can offer, to pursue progress rather than that of those who would hinder it."

"Please."
(Aranel Keseth)
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[21:38] For sure, both of them just wouldn't change their minds out of conversation, even that she sure didn't want it to be that way, she was sure that it couldn't be different, however.

"No. Ardent wishes to halt and can't tolerate Necromancy, not just because morals. It is because someone dead just won't be able to come the same way, the Betrayer were the only one to bring something close to such, however Humans playing gods results are way different. An Undead rots, it is corrupted, enveloped by Chaos, it will just not be the same. You can say that the soul is there but, it isn't life..." Her eyes would lock onto him as the Poisonous gas surrounds her.

Once again she was enveloped by the green toxins she can create and flies come up towards her dancing influenzed by the Poison mist as well. It was pretty hard to see her now, but doe to the magical focus, it was clear that she was there.

"I'm afraid i have to deny it." She was ready to fight.
(Artaius Lignum)
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[21:39] Aranel Keseth says, "That is why... progress should be pursued, to make sure that we can one day reach the same level as the Betrayer himself."
[21:39] Aranel Keseth says, "But if you do not see it that way--"
[21:39] Aranel Keseth says, "I apologize."
[21:43] ** Aranel Keseth has inflicted an injury upon Artaius Lignum. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[21:59] Now that neither of them were distracted by the flames of war and soldiers all around them, they could fight the way that both wished to. And, perhaps not surprisingly, it was a slow dance; Each of the participants trying to wear the other one out.

Alas, trying to wear a Neries out appeared to be almost impossible- Artaius mana being siphoned and re-used by the Neries against her will. Even with Aranel's own leylines being incredibly weak, his conservatie style alongside the siphon of her energies allowed him to eventually outlast hre in terms of mana management and, once her movements had slowed down--

A heavy, condensed blast of the siphoning energies was shot forth. Even if it hit her straight in the stomach, it did not seem to do any physical damage, instead dissipating into thin air.

But what Artaius would feel on the inside would be a whole other story.

Prickling pain surged through her circuits as if penetrated by nails- her body almost instantly feeling mumb from the pain that was more annoying than it was fatal. An emptiness grew inside of her, biting away at her insides; It was as if a black hole had been summoned inside of her stomach, constantly sucking in any new mana that was formed and leaving the area devoid of any energies.

"You-- I told you! I told, heh, I told you! I told you to pursue pro-- ohoho- progress! Pursue it, mm!" Amidst a mad cackle and bloodshot eyes, the Neries tried to get his point across. His groin jerked forward as both legs bent, eyes rolling upwards. Legs were both sent into an uncontrollable spasm before they both succumbed to the weight, sending the shaking Neries down onto his knees.

From an obserer's point of view, it'd look almost as if he was approaching- or was currently having, a climax. Having absorbed such a large amount of mana in one go, perhaps it wasn't all too unlikely that he was wholly consumed by the energies and their rush; Drool falling from his mouth and hues both rolling backwards.

In his defenseless state, escape would surely be possible. Or would she be so bold as to attack again?
(Aranel Keseth)
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[22:06] The battle was, once again, amazing and for sure really hard. So hard that i went to the point of escaping from her hands, running out of her control. Even that it never was for her to choose the result.

It was over, she fount herself on her knees. Why was her feeling so weak?! Her mana was being way more dragged from her than she could actually want it when she controls the amont of mana to be used on magic. This time it was abnormal!

She would find herself almost manaless and completelly tired, she was panting as she noticed the man being drown in her mana, well, she was a Dryad so it was Natural for her to be able to endure hard situations like this one, but for sure now she is in trouble.

However, it was a chance to escape, while she strugglest to get up, Artaius would slowly try to leave supporting her body by anything she could see in front of herself, this would be really dangerous but she wasn't in a real good situation to walk without any support.

No word came from her mouth as the only thing she thougt on was to return home... But... What do to after? Was it realy Worth it...?
(Artaius Lignum)
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[22:21] Upon returning home, she saw something... Near a small tree, still in the plains. Was this something she was searching for...? It's hard to remember, hard to know... She is just... So beaten.

Her gaze falls upon it as she approaches, a hive? Why would she want such a thing? She just... doesn't understand, she CAN'T understand it, for real. It is so weird...

She would put some poison in her fingers, not to kill anything so those would be influenzed by the toxin that didn't hurt the insects, atleast that she could collect, in the end...
(Artaius Lignum)