Guys there is this similarities I just discovered last night about Ruel and Achron. Please check them out and tell me what you think.
When Jarrael first got into the office of Ruel in Zin, Ruel was having a staff with a green jewel at the top.
Now check out the first time we were introduced to Achron, he was having a staff with a green jewel at the top too.
Trust me I didn't do it deliberately, didn't even notice it till last night.
So what do u guys think?

Apollux:
Guys there is this similarities I just discovered last night about Ruel and Achron. Please check them out and tell me what you think.
When Jarrael first got into the office of Ruel in Zin, Ruel was having a staff with a green jewel at the top.
Now check out the first time we were introduced to Achron, he was having a staff with a green jewel at the top too.
Trust me I didn't do it deliberately, didn't even notice it till last night.
So what do u guys think?

similarly when meera left in pursuit of her brother jarreal Reul himself tranformed

The priest’s only sign of feeling any pain was just the slight jerks of his body from the force of impact of the blades on him. Still the priest stood on his feet and turned to face Jarrael. Jarrael immediately knew something was wrong so was on a stance and prepared to move.
“You insolent cur. “ were the words that announced the priest’s intentions and Jarrael was already moving out of the way before the priest raised his hand towards his direction. Flashes of lightning bolts flew from Khaufir’s hand directed atJarrael which he totally avoided as he was already moving before they struck. Jarrael rolled beneath the bolts towards the priest and as he got close to him he buried both scimitars into his stomach and cut out by the sides of the priest. A twin cut that was meant to slice the body of the priest into two with the upper torso falling off from the waist and legs. He rolled backwards to put a distance between him and the priest.
He was surprised to see the priest still standing, the stomach sliced open, dark blood pouring out, entrails and bits of flesh hanging like tatters around the waist. The back bone should have been sliced into two and the upper torso dropped, but none of that happened. Instead as he watched, the hanging flesh began to fold on themselves, join, mend and healed so fast that had Jarrael blinked, he would have missed it. Just then before the next attack of the priest came he knew he had underestimated him. As he saw the priest hands glow red, he suspected what was about to happen and didn’t want any part of it. As he dived away to the side, red flames poured out from the priest hands. He already had a first hand experience what that crimson fires can do and that also killed his sister. As he moved, he was thinking of the best way to kill this priest. After successfully dodging other blasts of red flames, he raced at the priest before he could properly turn in the new direction Jarrael was attacking from, with blinding speed, Jarrael’s scimitar flashed as the blade headed for Khaufir’s neck for a decapitating blow.

Jarrael was shocked as one of the priest’s hand moved with equal speed as if having a life of its own, it grabbed the attacking scimitar midway to its intended target. Without a pause, Jarrael’s second scimitar came in but was caught same way too.
“Effusive but foolish move, boy. “ The priest said, his darkly tattooed face ominous as his lips move and the eyes blazed with a purple colored gleam. “And yes I can see that your swords are ensorcelled and you are covered with a magical carapace underneath your clothes. These may have given you certain advantages over lesser me but against me, those are just toys that are pitiful as they are useless. Watch closely as I demonstrate. “

Hehehehehe watch closely as I demonstrate..
You are good with this, really good. This priest is very much powerful more than I could have anticipated.
However something is still missing..
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Apollux:
Guys there is this similarities I just discovered last night about Ruel and Achron. Please check them out and tell me what you think.
When Jarrael first got into the office of Ruel in Zin, Ruel was having a staff with a green jewel at the top.
Now check out the first time we were introduced to Achron, he was having a staff with a green jewel at the top too.
Trust me I didn't do it deliberately, didn't even notice it till last night.
So what do u guys think?

Maybe Dhandry; the aide to
the Arc Priest Achron also has a similar staff with a green jewel at the top too. I can't just take my mind off him.

“Jarrael duck! “ was a sudden shout he heard from his side, without a second thought, he left the scimitars been held by the priest, dropped down and rolled away from the priest as far as he can. While moving, he saw a spherical fiery shape the size of an apricot hurled at the priest, it exploding into a huge blaze that knocked the priest off his feet. Thrace stood up bringing his hand from his purse where he had brought out the fiery sphere. “ I call them fireballs, they are my personal inventions. “ He said. Two consecutive flaming spheres hit the priest again, each exploding and knocking Khaufir off his feet. The third one turned him into a flaming brand, all the time the priest body was engulfed in the flame. Still the priest stood up from his fallen position and the flame started to go off and the parts of his body that had been badly burnt began to heal as the flames died off. A sudden laugh filled their ears.
“Try as you may fools, you cannot kill me, you don’t have what it takes. I have transcended death by your hands.“ Khaufir stood, his face grotesque as he laughed and took slow deliberate steps to the acolyte. “You are resilient I agree, a worthy challenge, that is why I want to kill you slowly and savor every moment of it as I drain you gradually of your power. “

Jarrael’s anger blazed afresh but he felt powerless against such an adversary that just seem to shake off every attacks even the ones that should have killed ihim. Jarrael felt empty as his scimitars were not in his hands, the priest dropped them after the fireballs hit him. Jarrael looked around and saw where they were but the distance is too great for him to go for it and be back to attack again without drawing the attention of the priest. Even if he succeeded, as experience had shown him, his scimitars are useless against this priest. Still he had to do something.
His hand went directly to his belt instinctively reaching for a throwing knife when he felt a bulge tied behind him on his belt. That was when he remembered what was there. It is the Runebane, the anti-rune sword, his sister had given to him saying it’s a gift from Ruel. Remembering his sister again, stabbed his heart with bitterness but that faded very quickly because this is not the time to grieve. Her sister had explained that the sword can negate any magic, well that should be what Ruel must have told her to tell him before giving him the sword. Jarrael hadn’t really show any interest in the short sword because it was ungainly, has an awkward balance in the hand while holding it. It was made with poor craftsmanship, everything about the sword made it a poor choice for a combat blade.

Well if it's an anti magical blade, it may have better chance at inflicting damage on the priest that his scimitars. He was about pulling the sword out of its scabbard when he paused realizing that as a sword that is antithetical to magic pulling it out may announce its existence and proximity to the priest. If the priest hadn’t realize Jarrael possess such sword till now, something about the scabbard in which the sword is sheathed may be responsible. Well he could be wrong but why risk it?
Thrace had recovered enough to start throwing up a better defense this time against the priest. As the renewed attack of lightning bolts hit, he was able to raise a magical shield that deflected them. The priest seem not to mind, he continued blasting at the shield with lightning, obviously enjoying it as a joke and weakening the acolyte more, to use up what ever strength he had gathered.
Jarrael walked in silently behind the priest. “ I know you are behind me but you’re of no consequence to me. Await your turn, let me finish with your young mage friend then arrck… “ the last word ended in a short chocking sound.

Jarrael had left the Runebane sword in its scabbard till very close to the priest, in a quick move, pulled out the sword and stabbed the priest through the back. The sword went in the flesh so easily like a hot blade through cold fat that Jarrael was initially surprised by the result. The blade pierced through the back and protrude at the front of the priest. The priest shuddered as Jarrael pulled out the blade and stepped back a bit. With a surprise, Jarrael saw that the short sword had became a thing of light, blazing bright and giving off brilliant illumination like a midday sun. Thrace threw a questioning gaze his way but all Jarrael could do was shrugged.
Trembling, the priest touched the wound that had passed through his back and burst out of his chest with a surprise. The wound should have started to heal, but it wasn’t. As he pulled out his hand from the wound, instead of blood pouring out of the wounded flesh , black shadowy substance in form of thick grainy smoke was pouring out and seem to be sucked into that bright glowing sword. The priest felt tiny bits of energy leaving him as that continued.
“What treachery is that? “ the priest asked anger clouding his words.

“It’s a Runebane, “ Jarrael replied as he came at the priest with the blade of light in his hand. “Something I think was specifically cooked up for snort nose like you. “
“No you cannot defeat me with that. “
“ Watch closely priest, as I demonstrate. “ Jarrael quoted what the priest had said earlier.
As the priest hands glowed red again, Jarrael rememberd something he was told about the blade, it doesn’t protect its users from magical attacks but it can break down any magical wards or defenses. So he was already moving before the priest attacks. The Nemphis priest may have magic but Jarrael was faster. With quick reflexes and a dexterity years as a sword fighter had given him, he moved to the side of the lifted arms, with two quick cuts from the Runebane, the priest’s hand dropped from his arms, cleanly sliced from the wrist. As he watched the red flames that was about pouring out from the hands spurted as the severed hands dropped on the ground, glowed a dulled red then blackened to charcoal. But the blackened appendage started to turn to a black smokey ash that the Runebane started to draw into itself.
“No, this can’t be happening. “

Somebody help me tell am"your father!"

“ It is and get used to dying for real now. “ Jarrael said as he attacked the priest, slashing at him with the short sword. “This is for my sister. “ He slashed again and again, watching as with each cut of the blade black smoke was being sucked out of the priest into it, Khaufir staggering after every cut as if been hit by a smith’s hammer. Jarrael continued to cut at the priest as his anger blazed with such intensity as to rival that of the light from the sword. He couldn’t remember how many cuts he had delivered to the priest but when he stopped to look at his handiwork, the priest’s chest was a mess of multiple cuts all pouring out the black essence into the blade. The priest was heaving as if it was difficult for him to breath. Soon the black robes on his body began to disintegrate turning to black smoke swallowed by the blade. The black tattoos all over the priest’s body turned to smoke been sucked into the blade too along with the flesh they were written on. Jarrael knew that with time the whole of the priest will be sucked into the blade but he had not that patience. As he watched the face of the priest contorted into a visage of pains and his mouth open wide in silent scream, he slashed the sword at the priest neck, cutting the head off the shoulders. The head dropped with a dull thud and the body joining it later after standing still for a while. At the obvious demise of the priest, the head and decapitated body simply broke into pieces and turned into black smoke been sucked into the blade.
Jarrael stood there for a long time unmoving even after all the dark essence of the priest had been sucked into the sword and its brightness had faded and the sword returning back to its former dull color and form.

meneski:
Somebody help me tell am"your father!"

im father...

Jarrael u suppose receive 10 gbosa and 10 slap,y u been no think of dis one since mawin.

I kuku didn't read ur new update... I just came to remind you that the thunder i sent to strike u is about finishing its pushup....


No one messes with Meera!

Apollux:

Yes o but there is something I didn't reveal, Meera knew she was going to die in this mission. As a matter of fact, it was part of an undisclosed discussion between her and Ruel before she left. She knew her death was inevitable if the mission must succeed. She accepted it but refused to tellJarrael about it. Though I will hint on this at the last part of this story

I kuku didn't read ur new update... I just came to remind you that the thunder i sent to strike u is about finishing its pushup....


No one messes with Meera!

hmmmm you are trying to compensate us by decapitating that priest but it is not enough.
do more by killing all those idiots

Someone tell that Priest "his daddy"infact cut him again nd again

At Last

Mr Apollux,More knowledge fall on u jor,It really pained me that meera has to end up that way.

Thrace ran to Jarrael, winded and voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, about Meera. Saw what happened but was too powerless to stop it. I failed you and everyone else. “
“Where are the others? “ Jarrael asked coldly as if none of what he just heard mattered.
“I think they are still alive. Though they may be seriously injured but I saw briefly when Meera was attending to them. “
Jarrael walked towards the direction he had previously noted they were while battling the Muk-Anolis. He saw Gamba stirring awake. “Master. “ he said slowly as his eyes opened and saw Jarrael standing before him.
“Up on your feet Gamba. “ Jarrael said as he moved towards where Khen was but the Kyaki was already up before he got there. Looking around, Jarrael saw the trunk in which the relics are kept. “Gamba you and Thrace see to getting the relics and putting them on a more convenient means to transport. “
“Right away “ Thrace said and led the Hokunian to the trunk and was relieved to see that both the book and crystal were still in the trunk but they both appeared to have been taken and put back in. Anyway the most important thing is they are still here. He dipped his hand into the purse at his side after rummaging in it for a while, he came up with a leather bag with a draw string at the opening. He carefully put the huge tome book in it and the crystal then handed the bag to Gamba. The protective magic still surrounding the relics will still prevent Thrace from putting the relics in his magical purse. Their protective magic will resist the special space warping power of the purse.

Gamba came with Thrace to where Jarrael and Khen were already standing after retrieving his twin axes, hanging them to his belt then holding the leather bag, tying it around him through the draw string.
“How do we get out of here, Thrace? “ Jarrael asked.
“That will be somewhat impossible at the moment. That priest had created a strong magical shield around the whole tower, that is keeping us in and others out. “
“Was thinking that now he Is dead, shouldn’t every spell he had set up collapse? “ Jarrael looked at the acolyte, his eyes having a mean stare.
“Yes that is how it should be normally “ Thrace responded trying to look every where else except Jarrael’s face. "This time it wasn’t a direct spell he used but a magical object that created the shield and the only way to removed the shield is someone who knows the exact nature and properties of the magical object and the specific ways to negate it. Unfortunately I am not versed in clerical spells of the type employed by the priests of Nemphis. And the book gifted to me by Ruel, haven’t shown me yet how to do things like that. “

“Of what use are you to us then? “ Jarrael’s voice was bitter.
“Oh look on the bright side, if not for that shield, I’m sure at this time most of the city would have realized by now that a lot of things out of the ordinary are happening here. Which would have drawn in guards and other priest to come in here to investigate and apprehend us. “ Bringing out the map parchment he continued. “Just because I said we can’t go out the way we came in because of the shield, didn’t mean I said we can’t get out at all. “
The other three were looking at Thrace and the acolyte knew they were not in the mood for his levity right now, Jarrael might just cut him down without a second thought, the image of Jarrael’s scimitar pressing his neck was still visible in his mind.
“Well according to the map on the parchment there is an obscured and little used route out of this temple leading beyond the city of dark tower. It is an ancient underground tunnel which is linked to the catacombs under the temple. “ He led them out of the wide hall with damaged walls were the battle had taken place, into a long dark passage. He created the floating light ball to provide illumination. Consulting the map he stopped at a particular door opening it shows a staircase leading down. As they got into the staircase, they noticed it was winding and twisted, curling like a snake round the trunk of a tree. “The shield is limited to just this tower alone I believe that going through this place will take us beyond its cover. It will also help us avoid detection. “

After several turns, the stairs led to an iron door. The door showed signs of little use, several layers of dust and cobwebs lay across it. Thrace held down his breathing from the dust accumulating in his nostrils in other not to sneeze. “ Welcome to the entrance to the catacombs. “
Drawing the floating light ball closer, Thrace studied the surface of the door and lintels, which have several words in old hieroglyphics carved on them. He traced the words with his fingers, consulting the forbidden spell book pages for their interpretation and his hand stopping just before a curiously etched glyph.
“Before opening this door, you should know that the catacombs is an old burial place for ancient leaders of the Nemphis priesthood. The air inside there is very thin and might be dangerous to breathe in. “ Facing the others, the light from the ball casting his face into deep sombre look. “But I learnt a simple transmutation spell that can change the harmful substances in the air to something harmless. “
He touched the last glyph, as the door slide open into the wall with a slow gritting sounds, Thrace started to speak the ancient language of the hieroglyphs written on the door and the forbidden spell book.

This Mage is still useful after all..nice work

now the youngman is talking

... Thrace started to speak the ancient language of the hieroglyphs written on the door and the forbidden spell book...

By now i expect Thrace to have finish speaking the language so that we can have the next Update, Thrace is taken to long.. SMILES

pnet22:
... Thrace started to speak the ancient language of the hieroglyphs written on the door and the forbidden spell book...

By now i expect Thrace to have finish speaking the language so that we can have the next Update, Thrace is taken to long.. SMILES

I wonder o

pnet22:
... Thrace started to speak the ancient language of the hieroglyphs written on the door and the forbidden spell book...

By now i expect Thrace to have finish speaking the language so that we can have the next Update, Thrace is taken to long.. SMILES

Lol, the next updates isn't about trace at all, em but the titanic battle between the two of the most powerful men in the priesthood of Nemphis. It has already began... Just that light has became a limiting factor.