regretfully
Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2002 6:12 pm
hello I am sean-sans grey dove, I regret to inform you that sean-san is now deceased. I managed to write a story about it however...
Avenging Souls
As he set foot on the soil of the mystery time island, he only had one thing on his mind, destroy the evil elf that destroyed his family and true love all those years ago. He began by finding out when the next tournement is, with fights to the death. He found one in five weeks (mere hours illarion time)
He began traning, first week was medititation, he sat there for hours clearifiying his soul,purifying his mind. The second was more teadous he began by simple exercises, blocking slashing, then moved on to attack methods and finally spells. The thrid was spent reacreating, he walked through a vilage and bought some food for the days to come, he also met a native girl and fell in love. they trained together for the next two weeks, spells and weapons until the day came. He stood near the Arena already teeming with people, he was ready. His love sat in the higher levels of the arena also ready, he enterd his event. Fight To The Death, no paralise spells. he armoured up with the standerd light leather hunting armour, in the longated gloves he put small iron plates used as mini shields, so he could use dual weapons and have parry capabilities. The harold called, the arena was ready for the events. He was in bracket two fifth fight. He meditated until it was his time. Two hours later, he awoke ready to fight, the first challanger. A small man with an axe and shield fell quickly two his dual sikles, the second a staff weilder fell slower but consistently. He powerd his ways to the finals, only thing blocking him from his target was the six warroirs he had to fight, first p a dual sword weilder, he was tough but fell fast due to no parry capabilities, the second was a mage, he was killed by rah kels, and he moved on, the third, another staff man, he used the same technque as the firs tone he faced, and down he went. The fourth was a tough swordsman/mage, but by reminding himself of his goal he moved forward, the fifth was an incredibly strong mage, he reminded himself of the goal and how he must complete it and the mage fell, leaving the defending champion. They Stood face to face on the arena floor,Mor the elf and him, they began with words, he said "you killed my family my first love, and now they will be avenged!" the elf replied "hmm, you killed them fool your village ignored our demands and now you will be the last of your family to fall at my sword" he reasponded "NEVER! elf I have seen the future either you die or I die trying"
they attacked ferouciously, the elf dodging the sikles slashese and spells and retaling with his own staff swings and spells, he got in some hits but the elf responded a crushing blow to the arm, he blocked and attacked back with a sikle slamming into the leather armour of the elf cataching him off guard. The battle raged for hours. dodge dodge attack hit....when they stopped to rest he was skinned and bruised, the elf not much better. He knew he could not win this way, it was battle to the death. "you hast killed my family elf, and now you will meet the fires of mephisto" "what?" came the reply "you will see elf, it is time to evacuate the arena" he called to his love, told her to make them leave. The fight commenced until all were gone. "ELF! he said in rage it is time I destroy you!" "FOOL!" he elf replid "YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME! YOUR PARENTS TRIED AND NOW THEYA RE DEAD!"
he stood there and raised a palm, which had an odd scar of a flame, and in it a strange symbol, he concentrated all of his energies into his palm, the markings glowed, he said "this is for my family,my true love,and the countles sothers YOU hast killed!" the elf stood back, mystified, knowing he will die elf replied "do as you wish, but remember it was I acting on orders alone that killed your family i am not but one of you!" he hesitated, then, he conquerd his fears and gatherd himself together, "FIRES OF MEPHISTO! BURN!" a huge firestorm swept the area out of the palm of his hand, the symbol grew lighter and fires swept everywhere the resulting explosion tore the skin from his limbs, and disentragrated the rest, forty miles of land and 600 lives were lost including Mor the Elf and Sean-san the humling.
Avenging Souls
As he set foot on the soil of the mystery time island, he only had one thing on his mind, destroy the evil elf that destroyed his family and true love all those years ago. He began by finding out when the next tournement is, with fights to the death. He found one in five weeks (mere hours illarion time)
He began traning, first week was medititation, he sat there for hours clearifiying his soul,purifying his mind. The second was more teadous he began by simple exercises, blocking slashing, then moved on to attack methods and finally spells. The thrid was spent reacreating, he walked through a vilage and bought some food for the days to come, he also met a native girl and fell in love. they trained together for the next two weeks, spells and weapons until the day came. He stood near the Arena already teeming with people, he was ready. His love sat in the higher levels of the arena also ready, he enterd his event. Fight To The Death, no paralise spells. he armoured up with the standerd light leather hunting armour, in the longated gloves he put small iron plates used as mini shields, so he could use dual weapons and have parry capabilities. The harold called, the arena was ready for the events. He was in bracket two fifth fight. He meditated until it was his time. Two hours later, he awoke ready to fight, the first challanger. A small man with an axe and shield fell quickly two his dual sikles, the second a staff weilder fell slower but consistently. He powerd his ways to the finals, only thing blocking him from his target was the six warroirs he had to fight, first p a dual sword weilder, he was tough but fell fast due to no parry capabilities, the second was a mage, he was killed by rah kels, and he moved on, the third, another staff man, he used the same technque as the firs tone he faced, and down he went. The fourth was a tough swordsman/mage, but by reminding himself of his goal he moved forward, the fifth was an incredibly strong mage, he reminded himself of the goal and how he must complete it and the mage fell, leaving the defending champion. They Stood face to face on the arena floor,Mor the elf and him, they began with words, he said "you killed my family my first love, and now they will be avenged!" the elf replied "hmm, you killed them fool your village ignored our demands and now you will be the last of your family to fall at my sword" he reasponded "NEVER! elf I have seen the future either you die or I die trying"
they attacked ferouciously, the elf dodging the sikles slashese and spells and retaling with his own staff swings and spells, he got in some hits but the elf responded a crushing blow to the arm, he blocked and attacked back with a sikle slamming into the leather armour of the elf cataching him off guard. The battle raged for hours. dodge dodge attack hit....when they stopped to rest he was skinned and bruised, the elf not much better. He knew he could not win this way, it was battle to the death. "you hast killed my family elf, and now you will meet the fires of mephisto" "what?" came the reply "you will see elf, it is time to evacuate the arena" he called to his love, told her to make them leave. The fight commenced until all were gone. "ELF! he said in rage it is time I destroy you!" "FOOL!" he elf replid "YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME! YOUR PARENTS TRIED AND NOW THEYA RE DEAD!"
he stood there and raised a palm, which had an odd scar of a flame, and in it a strange symbol, he concentrated all of his energies into his palm, the markings glowed, he said "this is for my family,my true love,and the countles sothers YOU hast killed!" the elf stood back, mystified, knowing he will die elf replied "do as you wish, but remember it was I acting on orders alone that killed your family i am not but one of you!" he hesitated, then, he conquerd his fears and gatherd himself together, "FIRES OF MEPHISTO! BURN!" a huge firestorm swept the area out of the palm of his hand, the symbol grew lighter and fires swept everywhere the resulting explosion tore the skin from his limbs, and disentragrated the rest, forty miles of land and 600 lives were lost including Mor the Elf and Sean-san the humling.