Post by mugen on Jan 17, 2011 19:54:08 GMT -5
In the calm, yet dim smoggy sky above the barren wasteland, the beast cast shadows upon the ground. No living creature was stirring, not a single soul of a person, it was just . . . quiet all across the scorched land. The only things lying in wait were monsters of unknown kinds waiting for some victim to clench their teeth around, crunching into the marrow of the bone for a worthy snack. Whether it is a hoard of the undead, elemental possessed golems, ghosts haunting the landscape or something else entirely, this region was not meant for man to trespass in.
Then suddenly, in the sky, a layer of clouds opened partially in the shape of a circular hole for just an instant. What brought about this phenomenon was now also landing on the ground of what had now become a vast wasteland. It was a bright white lighted orb, that now fluxed with the Mana of this planet. It seemed just large enough for one single person, and a single person alone. The light from it quickly dispersed as it landed, slowly revealing a man wearing unique clothing . . . purple in color . . . a man who had a jewel mounted on his gloved hand. This was a person who was battle-ready, with a sword sheathed at his side, and a shield shaped like a star. His most noticeable trait was his long, red hair. His name was Kratos Aurion.
Kratos was confused and disoriented, but he kept his posture guarded, as usual. For a brief moment, Kratos gave himself pause to think about things . . . to try and understand the situation on his own terms. He slowly checked the surroundings to gather his bearings. Kratos' thought, "Hmm . . .the Mana signature here is . . .different from the 'New World's Tree' or even Kharlan's. Could it be that this world, itself, brought me here? But, the central matter was. . .for what purpose?"[/i] Whatever world he found himself in, Kratos usually found he was able to manipulate the Mana emanating from his body to execute spells and, during those spell-castings, Kratos normally felt comfortable using his Mana. Now, however, it felt like when he learned to use magic for the first time. . . This new world seemed to be an entirely different environment all together, and he was not certain that his powers would work as they were designed to do.
Before Kratos could even decide which direction to proceed in this wasteland, something slowly began creeping toward him, from behind his back. Something 'sinister' seemed to be arising from the softened dirt behind him, and it seemed to keep on growing and growing with each passing second . . . and then finally, it cast a shadow that quickly enshrouded Kratos in its darkness as if 'he' were only an ant compared to whatever was brewing up behind him. He turned his head turned ever so slowly to the right to see this beast, and it was soon 'obvious' to his senses that the intent of this creature was nothing but murderous. The beast's appearance was like a large half-dead skeleton; its body looked like it was half sand-worm species and half like a hulking demon, with its fangs bared, ready to hunt its prey and today . . . it seemed that Kratos was that prey!
The creature roared at Kratos had an unpleasant wail and smelled of rotten corpses that it had been feeding on for who knew how long. The vicious beast now reared up, ready to begin its attack on its prey. The attack was quite brutal, yet simple, closing its giant right fist in the direction of Kratos. The creature was simple minded, to Kratos' point of view, as it only needed to feed on and destroy whatever breathed.
Kratos began to feel the force of the creature’s blow reaching out toward him; the wind was sucking upward as if a great impact, sure to crush any normal man was about to occur. Yet Kratos only glared at the creature . . .thinking that this thing was nothing but a hindrance, needing to be gotten out of the way, just a man views a pesky fly buzzing around his nose. Then Kratos gave just a single disappointed shrug of his shoulders, to indicate his disgust at the annoyance of this being. He suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword tightly as his turquoise Ex-Sphere began to shine, drawing the full potential of all of Kratos' fighting abilities into potential for action. Even though he felt sort of sorry for these cursed creatures at one time, there was now no other choice but to fight in order to secure his own 'destiny' and the destiny of this world. Kratos felt he 'must' find the purpose for which he had been drawn to this place, and to bring to swift justice whoever or whatever crossed his way in accomplishing that goal.
Kratos' reaction to this attack was to quickly leap onto the beast's attacking arm and to scaling up it to a good vantage point from which to expose some weak part of the beast’s body and then to exterminate the beast quickly. Hopefully it would go the way he wanted, with the primary idea in his mind being to sever its head with a piercing lightning based attack Arte, and then, finish the rest of the body off in one way or another with one of his spells. His 'main' concern, however, was whether using the Mana from his body would cause some sort of odd reaction in this new environment which now surrounded him. This he did not know, and would not now, until he actually attacked.
Then suddenly, in the sky, a layer of clouds opened partially in the shape of a circular hole for just an instant. What brought about this phenomenon was now also landing on the ground of what had now become a vast wasteland. It was a bright white lighted orb, that now fluxed with the Mana of this planet. It seemed just large enough for one single person, and a single person alone. The light from it quickly dispersed as it landed, slowly revealing a man wearing unique clothing . . . purple in color . . . a man who had a jewel mounted on his gloved hand. This was a person who was battle-ready, with a sword sheathed at his side, and a shield shaped like a star. His most noticeable trait was his long, red hair. His name was Kratos Aurion.
Kratos was confused and disoriented, but he kept his posture guarded, as usual. For a brief moment, Kratos gave himself pause to think about things . . . to try and understand the situation on his own terms. He slowly checked the surroundings to gather his bearings. Kratos' thought, "Hmm . . .the Mana signature here is . . .different from the 'New World's Tree' or even Kharlan's. Could it be that this world, itself, brought me here? But, the central matter was. . .for what purpose?"[/i] Whatever world he found himself in, Kratos usually found he was able to manipulate the Mana emanating from his body to execute spells and, during those spell-castings, Kratos normally felt comfortable using his Mana. Now, however, it felt like when he learned to use magic for the first time. . . This new world seemed to be an entirely different environment all together, and he was not certain that his powers would work as they were designed to do.
Before Kratos could even decide which direction to proceed in this wasteland, something slowly began creeping toward him, from behind his back. Something 'sinister' seemed to be arising from the softened dirt behind him, and it seemed to keep on growing and growing with each passing second . . . and then finally, it cast a shadow that quickly enshrouded Kratos in its darkness as if 'he' were only an ant compared to whatever was brewing up behind him. He turned his head turned ever so slowly to the right to see this beast, and it was soon 'obvious' to his senses that the intent of this creature was nothing but murderous. The beast's appearance was like a large half-dead skeleton; its body looked like it was half sand-worm species and half like a hulking demon, with its fangs bared, ready to hunt its prey and today . . . it seemed that Kratos was that prey!
The creature roared at Kratos had an unpleasant wail and smelled of rotten corpses that it had been feeding on for who knew how long. The vicious beast now reared up, ready to begin its attack on its prey. The attack was quite brutal, yet simple, closing its giant right fist in the direction of Kratos. The creature was simple minded, to Kratos' point of view, as it only needed to feed on and destroy whatever breathed.
Kratos began to feel the force of the creature’s blow reaching out toward him; the wind was sucking upward as if a great impact, sure to crush any normal man was about to occur. Yet Kratos only glared at the creature . . .thinking that this thing was nothing but a hindrance, needing to be gotten out of the way, just a man views a pesky fly buzzing around his nose. Then Kratos gave just a single disappointed shrug of his shoulders, to indicate his disgust at the annoyance of this being. He suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword tightly as his turquoise Ex-Sphere began to shine, drawing the full potential of all of Kratos' fighting abilities into potential for action. Even though he felt sort of sorry for these cursed creatures at one time, there was now no other choice but to fight in order to secure his own 'destiny' and the destiny of this world. Kratos felt he 'must' find the purpose for which he had been drawn to this place, and to bring to swift justice whoever or whatever crossed his way in accomplishing that goal.
Kratos' reaction to this attack was to quickly leap onto the beast's attacking arm and to scaling up it to a good vantage point from which to expose some weak part of the beast’s body and then to exterminate the beast quickly. Hopefully it would go the way he wanted, with the primary idea in his mind being to sever its head with a piercing lightning based attack Arte, and then, finish the rest of the body off in one way or another with one of his spells. His 'main' concern, however, was whether using the Mana from his body would cause some sort of odd reaction in this new environment which now surrounded him. This he did not know, and would not now, until he actually attacked.