Gaol couldn't help smiling. His amber eyes burned in a passion of
battle, a fervor of desire. His twin swords of Ayvuir glistened in the
moonlight, with an almost ethereal glow.
He coughed. The dust around him stirred with his movement, not having been touched in many months. The golden circle of Bardmoon's moon often seemed to spread more than usual, but not here. Not in Jagd Dorsa.
The Mercenaries of the Skull, a morbid clan who makes their home in the Jagd, had heard of their clansman losing a battle to this 'Gaol' and backed him into Dorsa. Little did they know that this was where he does best. Here could unleash the full power of the Biskmatar.
Yaora, the enemy Assassin and self-proclaimed leader of the clan, glared at Gaol with demonic hatred. "You shall pay for the pain of Gaemon." She gestured a hand to the broken windows of the blackened buildings around her. "This is the Jagd, our home, and our battleground. No one knows it better than us, and thus no one else knows how beautiful pain can be here.
"I am the angel of death, and I have lain my kiss on you." With that last word, she lashed out at him with the holy blade, Zanmato. The perfect weapon for the perfect bringer of death. Her body glowed blue, her hand more than anything. Her katana seemed to morph and turn into a maelstrom of metal as she yelled, "Ultima Masher!"
As quick as greased lighting, Serenity, otherwise known as Ayvuir Blue, was brought up to block the blow. Yaora's face was hidden under that traditional Assassin's mask, but her eyes showed the new fear and amazement that she realized. No one could top an Assassin's speed. No one's but that of the forbidden class.
Passion, or Ayvuir Red, was a blur as it pierced the Ninja Gear of the Assassin. The seeping blood seemed to meld with the red blade of Passion. Yaora's eyes turned upward at Gaol's. There was no emotion there. This was beyond that; it was a merciless devil in the eye of a human. Maybe it was something she didn't understand, but there was a hatred that was exponentially higher than hers. Unfortunately, she would not live to see the day that Gaol's story was told throughout all of Ivalace. No, she would not live beyond now.
A Dragoon of the clan, dressed in Onyx armor and helm and wielding a deadly Dragon Whisker, howled his fit of rage and bellowed his Ice Breath, seeking to freeze Gaol. The Ninja of the clan jumped forward, a Charfire in each hand. This was a favorite tactic of the two: freeze and hack. However, the Biskmatar was not to be trifled with. He closed his eyes and began reciting a forbidden incantation. The air around the Dragoon and Ninja soured, turning green. The molecules in the air seemed to turn to rock, pelting their lungs and attacking them from the inside. After the green cleared, they still coughed and sputtered-poisoned. This was the wrath of Abyss.
The Dragoon could no longer use his Breath techniques, so instead he loaned his elemental prowess to his weapon. His spear shined more than natural in the clouded streets of Jagd Dorsa. With it, he attacked Gaol.
Gaol sidestepped the attack. "Impressive," he mused, "You have apparently been a Gladiator. Your Ice Sword technique is obviously a mastered one." Serenity and Passion shattered the ice around the Dragon's Whisker. "Too bad you have not mastered it very well." The blades of Ayvuir slid down the spear to the handle of the weapon and the hands of the wielder. With a mighty heave, he disarmed the Dragoon, something that many couldn't do; a bangaa's strength isn't easily bested. Disarmed and scared, the Dragoon and his Onyx armor was no match for Serenity and Passion, who both were driven into him.
However, Gaol had made one obvious mistake: he had forgotten the Ninja. Lucky for him, the Mercenaries of the Skull had another bone to pick with another warrior. As the Ninja reared back to deliver the killing strike to Gaol, a comparatively tall moogle flew out of a building behind, freshly cut ropes flying around his body, and blocked the Charfire with his Ebon Blade. His La Seraphica blocked the Ninja's other katana that tried to end his life.
"No honorable warrior strikes a man from behind, kupo!" he yelled as he parried with his foe back and forth, one blade against two.
"Honor?" the Ninja sneered. "Do you really think honor is the first thing on my mind during a battle in the Jagd?"
The Mog Knight smiled back. "Honor is my life." And with that, he dodged the swinging blur of Charfires and pierced his opponent-straight though the heart. "But that does not mean I cannot kill with honor."
Gaol withdrew Serenity and Passion from the Dragoon and turned to face the Mog Knight. "Thank you," he said. "I know there was at least four in this clan. Where's the second Assassin?"
The two knew they were on thin ice-out in the open in Jagd Dorsa with another Assassin hidden in the many shadows. Assassins are a master class, specializing in the bringing of death, and in the Jagd, Assassins are especially dangerous. Both Last Breath and Rockseal are techniques exclusive to the Assassin, and both are a catch-free passage to death for their opponents. Even worse, this Assassin wielded a Hades Bow, a deadly bow of the dark.
The Mog Knight closed his eyes and spread his arms and legs. A faint red aura grew around him and Gaol. "Mog Guard!" he shouted. Suddenly, the air around Gaol seemed to still and become warm. "Our defense towards both physical and magical attacks has increased," he said.
"I know that," said the Biskmatar, slightly irate. "This Assassin must have mastered the Sniper class. She's used Conceal." Gaol looked around and then grined. "Brace yourself, moogle."
His legs were bent and spread, and his arms were at his sides with the fists clenched. It was as if he were fighting in a ring and he was getting ready for an attack. The ground shook, a little at first, and then stopped. Another tremor ensued, more truculent than the last. Then another, and another, and another. The ground split and buildings crumbled as Gaol yelled, "Gaia Wrath!" The ground formed hills of its own. The Mog Knight barely held his ground, his defense scarcely holding up. The Assassin, however, was not so lucky. She was revealed, but the ability to see her was not needed. She fell into one of the dark abysses that were created from the earthquake.
The quake subsided as Gaol began laughing. He turned to the Mog Knight. The moogle was appalled at the wicked joy that Gaol seemed to experience. "What is your name?"
"I am called Lini, kupo," he said as he outstretched his hand of gratitude.
"I am Gaol," the other replied. He ignored the hand.
Gaol and Lini-the beginning of the story. This begins the Hero Gaol.
Here ends the Prologue of the Hero Gaol,
(edited with Lini saying kupo ^-^)
He coughed. The dust around him stirred with his movement, not having been touched in many months. The golden circle of Bardmoon's moon often seemed to spread more than usual, but not here. Not in Jagd Dorsa.
The Mercenaries of the Skull, a morbid clan who makes their home in the Jagd, had heard of their clansman losing a battle to this 'Gaol' and backed him into Dorsa. Little did they know that this was where he does best. Here could unleash the full power of the Biskmatar.
Yaora, the enemy Assassin and self-proclaimed leader of the clan, glared at Gaol with demonic hatred. "You shall pay for the pain of Gaemon." She gestured a hand to the broken windows of the blackened buildings around her. "This is the Jagd, our home, and our battleground. No one knows it better than us, and thus no one else knows how beautiful pain can be here.
"I am the angel of death, and I have lain my kiss on you." With that last word, she lashed out at him with the holy blade, Zanmato. The perfect weapon for the perfect bringer of death. Her body glowed blue, her hand more than anything. Her katana seemed to morph and turn into a maelstrom of metal as she yelled, "Ultima Masher!"
As quick as greased lighting, Serenity, otherwise known as Ayvuir Blue, was brought up to block the blow. Yaora's face was hidden under that traditional Assassin's mask, but her eyes showed the new fear and amazement that she realized. No one could top an Assassin's speed. No one's but that of the forbidden class.
Passion, or Ayvuir Red, was a blur as it pierced the Ninja Gear of the Assassin. The seeping blood seemed to meld with the red blade of Passion. Yaora's eyes turned upward at Gaol's. There was no emotion there. This was beyond that; it was a merciless devil in the eye of a human. Maybe it was something she didn't understand, but there was a hatred that was exponentially higher than hers. Unfortunately, she would not live to see the day that Gaol's story was told throughout all of Ivalace. No, she would not live beyond now.
A Dragoon of the clan, dressed in Onyx armor and helm and wielding a deadly Dragon Whisker, howled his fit of rage and bellowed his Ice Breath, seeking to freeze Gaol. The Ninja of the clan jumped forward, a Charfire in each hand. This was a favorite tactic of the two: freeze and hack. However, the Biskmatar was not to be trifled with. He closed his eyes and began reciting a forbidden incantation. The air around the Dragoon and Ninja soured, turning green. The molecules in the air seemed to turn to rock, pelting their lungs and attacking them from the inside. After the green cleared, they still coughed and sputtered-poisoned. This was the wrath of Abyss.
The Dragoon could no longer use his Breath techniques, so instead he loaned his elemental prowess to his weapon. His spear shined more than natural in the clouded streets of Jagd Dorsa. With it, he attacked Gaol.
Gaol sidestepped the attack. "Impressive," he mused, "You have apparently been a Gladiator. Your Ice Sword technique is obviously a mastered one." Serenity and Passion shattered the ice around the Dragon's Whisker. "Too bad you have not mastered it very well." The blades of Ayvuir slid down the spear to the handle of the weapon and the hands of the wielder. With a mighty heave, he disarmed the Dragoon, something that many couldn't do; a bangaa's strength isn't easily bested. Disarmed and scared, the Dragoon and his Onyx armor was no match for Serenity and Passion, who both were driven into him.
However, Gaol had made one obvious mistake: he had forgotten the Ninja. Lucky for him, the Mercenaries of the Skull had another bone to pick with another warrior. As the Ninja reared back to deliver the killing strike to Gaol, a comparatively tall moogle flew out of a building behind, freshly cut ropes flying around his body, and blocked the Charfire with his Ebon Blade. His La Seraphica blocked the Ninja's other katana that tried to end his life.
"No honorable warrior strikes a man from behind, kupo!" he yelled as he parried with his foe back and forth, one blade against two.
"Honor?" the Ninja sneered. "Do you really think honor is the first thing on my mind during a battle in the Jagd?"
The Mog Knight smiled back. "Honor is my life." And with that, he dodged the swinging blur of Charfires and pierced his opponent-straight though the heart. "But that does not mean I cannot kill with honor."
Gaol withdrew Serenity and Passion from the Dragoon and turned to face the Mog Knight. "Thank you," he said. "I know there was at least four in this clan. Where's the second Assassin?"
The two knew they were on thin ice-out in the open in Jagd Dorsa with another Assassin hidden in the many shadows. Assassins are a master class, specializing in the bringing of death, and in the Jagd, Assassins are especially dangerous. Both Last Breath and Rockseal are techniques exclusive to the Assassin, and both are a catch-free passage to death for their opponents. Even worse, this Assassin wielded a Hades Bow, a deadly bow of the dark.
The Mog Knight closed his eyes and spread his arms and legs. A faint red aura grew around him and Gaol. "Mog Guard!" he shouted. Suddenly, the air around Gaol seemed to still and become warm. "Our defense towards both physical and magical attacks has increased," he said.
"I know that," said the Biskmatar, slightly irate. "This Assassin must have mastered the Sniper class. She's used Conceal." Gaol looked around and then grined. "Brace yourself, moogle."
His legs were bent and spread, and his arms were at his sides with the fists clenched. It was as if he were fighting in a ring and he was getting ready for an attack. The ground shook, a little at first, and then stopped. Another tremor ensued, more truculent than the last. Then another, and another, and another. The ground split and buildings crumbled as Gaol yelled, "Gaia Wrath!" The ground formed hills of its own. The Mog Knight barely held his ground, his defense scarcely holding up. The Assassin, however, was not so lucky. She was revealed, but the ability to see her was not needed. She fell into one of the dark abysses that were created from the earthquake.
The quake subsided as Gaol began laughing. He turned to the Mog Knight. The moogle was appalled at the wicked joy that Gaol seemed to experience. "What is your name?"
"I am called Lini, kupo," he said as he outstretched his hand of gratitude.
"I am Gaol," the other replied. He ignored the hand.
Gaol and Lini-the beginning of the story. This begins the Hero Gaol.
Here ends the Prologue of the Hero Gaol,
(edited with Lini saying kupo ^-^)