Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-29458028-20141125144621

(Ah well, just for the sake of it)

Siris was sitting solemnly at the funeral. He felt it was pointless. Closing his eyes, he projected himself, like his father did, appearing inside the Archmage's office, as an 18 year old version of himself. He looked pretty much the same as his father. He asked "can I duel you?"

"Uh sure, son, I can spare the time. Ascend to the mind plane."

Siris did as he was told. In the mind plane, he could take on any form he wanted. He stuck with the 18 year old form, drawing the sword that was promised to him, already wearing the armor designed for him.

Raydin summoned seven copies of himself and Siris did the same. They began to fight with magic and blade arts, puppeteering all the copies at the same time they clashed swords and spells. (not describing this)

Siris killed all his father's copies one after another with his own copies, trying hard to find the real Raydin. He was going to win when a sword tickled his throat. Raydin held the blade at his own son's throat.

"It's pointless to fight using copies when you cannot keep yourself safe."

"Yes, you have defeated me again. I will learn."

Siris opened his eyes. He was back in his eight year old body, sitting at the funeral of Frelser king. Barely a minute passed.

Annalyse let her new avian companion fly, releasing him and watching as he soared high above the sky. At least she didn't really have to hunt on her own, now that she had Krienulokuun, or Krin, as she called him. It was good to have someone to talk to as she travelled, even if it was an idiosyncratic and sarcastic bird.

Krin caught an elk and lifted it into the air, dropping it before his mistress. A feat that no normal hunting bird would have done. Annalyse was about to skin the animal and start a fire when Krin screeched a warning.

Annalyse just had enough time to brace herself as a werebear crashed into her, unconsciously forming organic armor over herself, which the werebeast still ripped apart easily, although her flesh was left undamaged. Then her right arm glowed and she punched the beast off her.

"Damnit, Krin, where are you, use your powers and destroy him! I can't fight, I'm tired and hungry" thought Annalyse. She blocked the werebear's claws with her glowing right arm, which was covered with abstract golden armor. The werebear's claws broke.

Annalyse got up and her sword of light appeared in her right hand. She was about to prepared for the next charge when a beam of light slammed straight into the man-bear, the resulting light explosion burning the beast, which howled.

Krin screeched as he used his claws to slash of the arms of the werebeast. Annalyse finished the creature with her mental magic and a stab to the heart, collapsing from the exertion.

Annalyse would skin the dammed thing later. She should really have practiced more in the College. She had no doubts Siris would have tore the lycanthrope to pieces with her bare hands, even with his eight year old body.