mythical roleplay :)

Hahaha.
I'm stronger than you think.
Wait one moment.
-vanishes then reappears with a puppet made of iron, which resembles Kilthas-
-sits across from the puppet in a meditative position and begins chanting in what sounds like gibberish-
-a white light exits from Kilthas and enters the puppet-
-the puppet speaks-
If this body dies, my soul will rush back to my body.
Now, this should be good , yes?

OOC: his body is defenseless now, but he can still see through its eyes, and can abandon the puppet to address what is happening, although this would leave Lancelot alone.

-Very well then , if you are prepered , I will open now the portal


* The knight raise his hand to the sky *



-By the power of my will , I open the portal , in the name of Lancelot of the Lake , to save my one and only love , Liselotte !!!-

* The portal opened*

Suddenly , the sky turns dark . A red lightning striks the earth with one step in front of the knight.The portal was opened.


-Come on Kilithas, lets eneter ...


The knight eneters with no fear in the portal first .
The warlock before he enters too in the portal , he says goodbye to his son .Then the warlock gets courage and enters too.

*The portal closed*

OOC : Tomorrow I will continue this storry , it's late in my place ... goodnight everyone

OOC: night.
Well, guess I'm kinda screwed til Aqua comes back.
Off to work with me!

"Floats over to Warlock"
Are you going to be working on something, because I can help you! You know we can cut wood, we could cook something, we can go kill monsters, I don't care...
"Stares at the Warlock"
What...I need something to do so that my writer doesn't get anymore confused then what he should be
"A hand pops out and smacks Icynato on the back of the head"
WELL ITS TRUE SO CONTINUE TYPING....
"Hand disappeared"
Why I might smack his face next time...

K: While we're gone, keep an eye out for any danger. If you see anything, alert my body in any way you can, Nato.
-vanishes into the portal-

Z: -the barrier keeps anyone else from hearing this-
Aqua! Please come back to us!
-the blackness has covered most of his face by now-
Please, Aqua!
-screams this next with both voice and mind-
I love you!

OOC: Well, that escalated quickly. [The very sudden love story, I mean.]

"I'm right here, miss." Said an Orange Eyed, bloodied Kitsune, holding a severed arm in his right hand.
"Finn was getting worried about you. No surprise, though, considering how much he li-"

ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!

The Kitsune gave a gasp as his eyes changed back to green. "Dammit, Cyrus, it's not like that! Oh, er... Sorry about that."
Possibly more to escape awkward looks he may or may not have been receiving, Finnian had turned to Zarak, pointing at him with the severed arm (Which, oddly enough, had also been pointing a finger) at him angrily.
"You! You bloody idiot! What were you thinking, doing what you did without even telling me?! I was damn ready to kill you!"

"We're not exactly friends, but... Oh, the arm? Uh... How do I put this...?"
The Kitsune took a few deep breaths, and spoke with a deadpan expression.
"I killed a lot of people."

-I just stare blankly through all this-
-I suddenly retch and blackness comes out of my mouth-
Oh no!
Shit!
The virus!
-the side of my face breaks open and black blood starts pouring out-
I need to... Get to... The river...
-as soon as I put weight on my leg it crumbles into a black powder-
AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
-more wounds break open, each pouring out blood-
- none of the blood is going to the ground, but rather covering my body-

OOC: the blackness that was covering his body was the virus spreading.
It never went away after the ritual.
The reason his leg crumbled into dust is because the virus destroys the bonds between cells of its host.
If he applies any pressure on the infected areas, they will turn to dust as well.

Thank you Aqua.
-tries to move my arms-
Huh?
-tries again-
I can't move my arms....
They just won't.....
-my arms shake but refuse to move-
MOVE DAMN YOU!!!
-my arms still won't budge-

Cause you know I am just a sucker for the sounds of Wisconsin...or is it Ohio?
"I sit ther in the cold snow looking down at my feet"
They have been gone for a little while...what can I do for now...
"Thinks for a little bit then gets a good idea"

SPIRITA UNO!!

"Another version of me appears of me staring at me"
I'm gonna call you...Frost...ok frost
Frost: umm...ok but I'm you so wouldn't I be Icynato as well

Icynato: HahahahaHahaha...no you wouldn't...

Frost: Oh...ok...what in the world is touching my feet...

Icynato: umm..it's Snow have you heard of it I mean you were born around snow...
"Chucks a snowball at Frost and hits him in the face"

Frost: Why would you do that...
"Sits on the ground and Crys"

Icynato: umm...I uh...Gyah, what's that!

Frost: what...
"Turns around with back towards Icy"

Icynato: Begone with you...
"Zaps Frost away"
Well that wasn't any fun...
"Sit on the ground back to stage one"

"Shit... He's going to turn to dust at this rate!"
Though, granted, neither part of the Kitsune liked Zarak very much, they still could not resist trying to offer their aid, as little as that may be.

"Ohcrapohcrapohcrap... Er, uh... Can't you just, erm... Toss him in? If he can't move a muscle, it could be the only way."
Both sides really wanted to help more, they really did. But they couldn't. Not directly without killing the guy, anyway.

Finnian!
If you wish to help, grab my blades and run them through me, just above the lungs.
Then hold me over the water so my blood runs into it.
DO NOT REMOVE THE BLADES.
No matter how much I shout or scream, do not remove them and do not move me.

"I got it... I hope... I'm not going to enjoy this any more than you will, you know this will hurt..."
The Kitsune took the blades in hand, and placed the tips onto the half-warlock's chest, right above the lungs as he was told.
"Okay... Just... Don't say I didn't warn you... And... NOW!"

He jammed both blades as far in as they would go, stepping back hastily once his job was done.
"Damn, that hurt even me... You heard the man, Aqua, keep him over the water."

-screams out from the pain of the virus leaving my body-
-between sharp intakes and exhales of breath-
Thank you-
Finnian-
I owe you-
For this.
-after a while, the pain lessens so I can talk-
I figure I should tell you both this now.
About my words earlier...
And how they affect me.
A warlock's word is his life, being at the core of his being.
Lies cause us severe pain, because it is a betrayal of that power.
Now, two phrases remained unchanged from the ancient warlock language to the modern tongue.
These two were "you are my friend" and "I love you".
These are the two most powerful things any warlock can say.
The first is telling someone that they are family to you. As a warlock, this oath obligates me to help out wherever and whenever possible. This oath can only be broken if I no longer feel you are my friend.
-turns to Aqua-
The second one is.... Different.
It is a giving of a piece of my soul to you, specifically the part that allows me to love.
This oath makes me obey any command you give me, bar oath-breaking or lying, until such time as love is returned, or you deny my love by telling me that you do not desire my love.
In the first case, nothing too special would happen.
In the second, though......
If you deny it, I lose any and all capability of loving anyone romantically.
I would feel lust, friendship, hope, sadness, all things but love.
Perhaps I acted too rashly.
If you deny me, I will hold nothing against you.