Violently the wind shrieked against the cold, hard sleets of icy hail as the pale crescent moon hovered above the flat grasslands. Aggressively her sash flapped like a rage doll in the howling winds, as her thin hair blew all over around her face. The sunburn sash was tied in a knot on her right side, restraining the mighty sword of air from being blow into the heavens. A hue of the crescent moon flickered in the guardian’s eyes as she walked hurriedly with her first clenched tight. Her knuckles turned white from the tight grip, and the wind howled louder because there was anger in her eyes, and she commanded it. Seeing her with one pair of eyes couldn’t describe the force she pushed and pulled the winds. Nor could anyone but herself give a reason for this strong force of hatred she poured out into the air. There was doubt that the great nature goddess herself couldn’t calm this very angry, and forceful wind guardian to her senses. But who would dare stop her? The higher beings such as Liara could stop her, but why would she do such a thing? It was much wiser to let all the anger out without causing harm to anyone, and at this time hardly anyone would be traveling this deserted land.

The cold winds rushed up her body, and the guardian, even her the mistress of wind let out a shiver. Ever since she saw that man’s face in her brain while she was slowly drifting to sleep, ever since she remembered his name. Even remembering his voice drove her into an insane state of mind. Not even her love could she turn to, but she had to turn to the only hope she could ever get. The only peace of mind she got when nightmares began to haunt her. Only the howling winds could ever bring her such peace of mind. And now, the dark shaped being stopped into a dead halt, but lowered her head. Why did he have to enter my mind again? Ploay asked her thoughts angrily, which was a way of reasoning with herself on different matters. This one matter wasn’t something new, but something that stayed in her mind for months. She was now happy with the earth guardian, and had moved on, but yet the nightmares still tormented her with unbelievable passion. The sadistic grin still haunted her, and then in an instant she grabbed her head with both hands, and came down hard on the soft ground on her knees.


“Why can’t you just leave me alone...Dizahab?” Ploay whispered as the hard hail beat down on her back in small yet fast sleets of ice. For some reason, death wouldn’t get rid of the being she knew, no matter how many times she killed him. Forever his grin would be imprinted in her brain. The wind all of a sudden stopped, and there was an odd silences for countless seconds. Then a slightly whimper of tears shed from the wind guardian’s eyes. Cocking her head up she looked at the moon, and stretched her fist up. “Dizahab, I loath you!” Then the wind guardian cried heavily, and hit the earth with her firsts. So why do I cry? She asked herself as she could swear she could feel a faint kiss of wind on her cheek.

The wind continued to tear violently threw the air with a rage equal to the angel’s anger. The bones of the dead also seemed to blow free from the frozen dust that preserved them. This was indeed but a warning from the spirits who have passed on to the afterlife that they do not like disturbances, especially by the ones who walk among the living with the capability to posses such emotion. A thin layer of ice slowly melted into a puddle of water, which among other things a human rib cage floated in and about. The puddle rippling in the wind began to cast an eerie but familiar reflection. It was in the form of a man, or drow, perhaps the one the fretting angel had just spoken to. The sadistic grin she remembered so vividly from her dreams formed from the mouth below to gleaming eyes that were starring back at her from the water’s surface. “Hahahahaha…” A laugh from behind- no not a laugh the wind simply ripping in the air, or a mere trick of the mind.

“Perhaps because you still fear me…?” The drow said. This time it wasn’t the wind, he had actually been standing on the cold dead land behind her, in the flesh as it would appear. Appearing not to have aged and to be unscratched from previous encounters, Disahab stood strong on two legs once again. He rested his large claws lightly on the angels’ shoulders bracing them gently, to confirm it was truly him. “Hehehehe… No that isn’t it, is it?” He said with a sinister chuckle rubbing her back. He possessed a strange calmness to him one would be weary of, almost like the clam before the storm, or in Dizahab’s case the storm of the century. “You have been entrusted to fill my spot while I am in death. You have strayed from the path of your destiny and now you walk down a road of darkness in the wrong direction.” He said as the wind gave one final ferocious roar, and then settled down as if the land had grown completely silent. “You are among nothing more then wind and ghosts now. However this is a familiar place to you, for you have been alone for quite sometime now. I remember when I met you, and you had a compassion for those unlike yourself. A rarity in creatures, this empathy you once held, although it seemed to have given you quite an edge in both will and spirit. Perhaps it was what kept you one step over the line that divided sanity and madness. Hahahaha….” He laughed tightening his grip a bit more. “Now look at you!” He pointed towards the small pond of water. “Look at what you have become, for it is against everything you once stood for. I take it as a testament to my power, after all it was I who you followed down that path of darkness. And now look, you are seeing me here after all, which can’t be real. You impaled me with my very own sword upon your decent into evil, you saw me fall in my own temple to my death. Remember when you alighted down into the darkness? To put it simply your mind has snapped to such a degree it has created me to tell you, simply that you have indeed gone mad.”

Dizahb’s grip tightened even harder on her shoulders. “Now it is time to end your misery… To put the pain you’ve caused others to rest. Come with me into the darkness we created, and your soul will finally be at peace.” He said unusually calm to her, then he leaned his head down next to hers and whispered into her ear, “Or I could tare your wings off and drag you in attendance the hard way…” He said flashing his trademark sinister smile. The storm had begun…

OOC: Yes it is true Dizahab has returned like he promised. So be the first to feast your eyes on his most recent post people. Although ironically even though Dizahab is back he seems to have lost his; Guardian Title/Guild Membership/Being Among Raku’s Chosen/His Pride/His hate for Morris/etc. I’m surprised I’m still an Advanced Role Player, hey I’m surprised I’m even still a member. :o

The dark figure stood up as she heard the voice that was still kept fresh in her brain. The same voice that constantly threatened her to damage her near perfect wings just for the pure hell of it. Already, from his voice she knew it was him before that claw like hand grabbed her shoulder. Yet her heart stood the same beat, and didn’t fear what this being had come for, which she would figure would be revenge. She reached up with her right hand and touched his hand, “Forever I waited to touch you without if being offence or defense,” the guardian spoke softly as she spun around to meet his eyes. “Not insane Dizahab, but free to feel. When I came to you, I want you to kill me, but Death would beat you to it. When I was reborn I wanted you to be the first one to see the new me. Yet you attacked, so I defended.” Ploay looked up at the heavens and broke into laughter.

“I am neither good or evil, for I am the wind!” Ploay looked back down to his eyes. For some reason his claw seemed to be on her shoulder, but the guardian ignored it. But then her held her shoulder tighter, but in his current start she hardly felt it. He wanted something out of her from day one, but she couldn’t understand what. With a free hand, Ploay wiped the hair from her eyes and looked at the drow. The guardian embraced him, “If you wish to kill me, go and try...I did loved you once before,” Ploay leaned over to his lips then back away, and flicked his hand off of her with a wing.

She looked at him up and down, she could greatly sense how much energy he had lost. Now he seemed like a mere mortal she used to mock. “But look at you. Now you can’t even draw blood from me if you wished. Or even pluck a feather out.” The wind guardian wanted to say he was also weak, but then she stopped herself because when they first fought he was just a mere mortal. And also she heard slight footsteps in the distant grasslands. Ploay’s eyes shifted south, but then stared deeply in his violet eyes, and a small smile appeared on her lips. “Even so life has been a bore without you,” then she let out a small chuckle, followed by a slight silence of footsteps. Slowly she placed her hands on her waist and waited.

The slight sound of footsteps heard by the Gaurdian were that of an angel who had changed as a result of his last battle with his brother Alba, Zenith now had a chaotic nature within him and was looking for a way to get rid of the memories Alba had left within him. Instead of trying to fly through this harsh night the angel had chosen to walk, his armour held tightly to his body. The resplendent armour once again had is golden glow, no longer stained by the blood of his fallen brother. Held tight within the hands of Zenith were his large blue blades known as Destiny and Hope, upon his back lay Judgement and Salvation, his Holy Blade and Blade of Balance. Both of these blades lay under the Resplendent tower.

These were not the only weapons the angel had with him as hanging from his side was his Resplendent Countering Longsword known as Redemption, while strapped to each of the angels legs wasa dagger. On his left was a dagger made from one of the fallen teeth of the Goddess of Chaos while on his right was a shadow dagger Zenith had named Corruption. It was clear in the angels movements that it had been a while since he had been within Arda, his steps were both soft and slow as he traveled through the Grasslands aimlessly heading in the direction of the Gaurdian of Wind, and the former Gaurdian of Shadows. Zenith had no idea what he was walking into, but in his curent state of mind the angel really didnt care.

His eyes were now fixed upon the figures ahead of him as he walked forward. His grip began to tighten on the two blades in his hands incase these figures were to attack, he knew Destiny and Hope would not be able to do much damage, if any at all, since they held no magiacal power within them. But if things came to the worst the angel could always use his Holy Blade and Blade of Balance, being an expert with Swords Zenith had managed to easily use all his weapons.

Thats when he began to see the figures clearer, the power he could feel from the area was great and thats when Zenith knew he could be in danger, on top of that with his detect evil spell he was able to feel the evil given off by Dizahab. Without a word the angel slowly placed Destiny and Hope back in their holsters and withdrew both Salvation and Judgement, the chaotic side within the angels mind slowly starting to affect him once more. He seen visions of those his brother had killed, ever since destroying Alba Zenith had constantly been affect by his own brothers memories, the people Alba had killed and those Zenith was unable to save.

Gritting his teeth the said out softly "Leave me be Alba, I dont need these images, why must you haunt you me!!" Zenith then spread out his wings making his way towards Dizahab and Ploay ahead of him. As he drew closer, the blades of Zenith began to give off a strange blue glow with his Bless Weapon taking effect, if he had to battle for being in the wrong place, then so be it! The angel was not about to back down.

The uneven thumps of gigantic footsteps against the plains drowned out the seemingly tiny pitter-patter of a towering male form as he ran. His attire was that of a traveler and a poor traveler at that, armed with little more than a long, aged two handed broadsword and a pair of fingerless gloves on his hands there was nothing particularly desirable about his clothing. He turned his head to look over his shoulder as he ran, the hail and rain soaked earth making things all the more difficult to move about on, he skidded, dropping onto his right thigh and letting himself slide down the hillside as his lumbering pursers charged after him.

“Oh this isn’t good.” He muttered to himself as the huge, hideous trolls forms came thundering down and splashed into the collection of water at the hillock’s base. A splash was large and messy as they plucked themselves from their muddy holes to continue the pursuit. “What the bloody hell did I do to you two? You just started chasing me for no reason!

“Dinnah!” one of the creatures hollered.

“Oh, well, that explains it. But really, you wouldn’t want to eat me, I’m mostly gristle. Marinar barked back before raising his eyebrows as the trolls grew nearer and grasped a small tree, ripping it out of the earth as it came towards him. “We’ll… talk about it later.” Marinar quickly turned and ran for the next hill embankment as the winds around him seemed to die down, the source of which seeming to be distracted suddenly. But, it made Marinar’s escape slightly easier, maybe he would not freeze to death before the trolls caught him… if that was worth any consolation.

Marinar threw himself into the mud to his left as that small tree impaled into the ground where he had been struggling to climb the embankment and struggle through the mud to get back up and run over the hill top, the trolls in fast pursuit. The trolls flanked him, leaving him a choice of running back away from them or towards the other people in the area, of which Marinar vaguely recognized one of them. He quickly turned and grasped the arm of one of the trolls, scaling up it’s arm and slashing his sword across it’s shoulders and back of it’s head whilst the other grasped the formed tree and now club, using it to swing directly at Marinar, who leapt out of the way and tumbled down the muddy hill as the one beast struck the other with the club.

The man slumped through the mud and splashed into the water at the foot of the hill, wearily lifting himself up to keep from drowning in the shallow pool, shaking his head, water dripping down his slightly curved dark brown hair, forming long curved daggers of earth brown. He turned his deep green eyes up to the hill top where the two trolls were pounding the snot out of each other for the moment, but he knew given the time they would realize their common quarry once more.

“Whooo How frightened I’ve became…” Dizahab said sarcastically lashing open his claws and releasing the angel from his light grip. His sinister grin turned into a jagged sharp and wicked smile. Bright white teeth shinned glimmering in the light, teeth equivalent to that of a dragon perhaps, or in any case ones that where ready to gnaw the flesh off the woman’s frail bones. “The empathy that emits from you towards me is sickening. Do you really believe that I’m any less dangerous just because I don’t have a title that lowly mortals can look up to? Please… I am not any less of a man then when we last encountered, it is the forces of darkness that have grown weak! Look at this pathetic and tranquil land, for I’ve never seen so much peace… This horrible disturbance in the balance between good and evil was so great it awoke me from the dead. Oh and believe me Ploay, I too have missed our casual and boring stalemate battles. However I have come back with the edge, the rage I hold is great enough to break the corroded chains reality holds, I once again live knowing death is only a miscalculation away thus the thrill of battle fuels me to push myself farther and farther…” Dizahab said with a chuckle, he then peered to the side and out of the corner of his gleaming purple eye as he noticed another approaching. “True” he continued, “It is impossible to physically slay you… However just think of all the wonderful things I could do to you while you’re alive. An endless stream of disemboweling, decapitation, evisceration, the possibilities are endless. But I have simply come to collect you as a testament to my power, so fret not.” The drow said scratching his chin with his enormous claw. “Then I’m going to parade you along the streets and lure out the rest of my former Guardian peers and have a similar fate await them.”

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Don’t expect A material anymore, at least for the time being. :p

The guardian of wind rolled her eyes and looked up at the heaven, insane as always, she thought as she looked back down in his eyes. The drow seemed to have air in his head, because obviously he hadn’t listen to a thing she had said. If she could just shake his hand or claw off, what made him think he could play doctor on her? She coved her left cheek and peered at him with parted fingers while her right hand stood on her waist. The wind gently brushed from the west as the sleets of ice kept pouring. “You don’t seem to get it my dear sweet Dizy poo,” she said in a sarcastic smirk at him. Getting him angry was always fun in her mind. But even with mocking him it did sound sickening even to her. “You’re no longer good enough to be my equal, or higher strength being. I would love too fight with you to prove it I really would....”
Ploay’s hands dropped to her side and her smirk disappeared as she head bowed. “But if you ever ticked me off enough, I will kill you...again.”

The guardian glanced to the side and then broke into laughter. There was someone coming towards them but that wasn’t what she was laughing about. She knew she wasn’t the strongest nor the weakest guardian, but still he didn’t seem to have much of a chance. Although anger always did push people to their limits. “I have some ideas for you, one to go and harass a weaker guardian, I suggest guardian of war.” Ploay grinned right back at him as she continued, “Or be smart and declare your allegiance to me, because I’m sure by now even the dark god himself wants you dead. More or less I’m the only you have to survive in this new world that you left. But then again you could always try to survive on your own, but trust me there are a lot more good then there is evil, you would be easily stopped.”

Ploay looked up at the little stars she could see in the heavens, “as for now, I’m thirsty to see what you have learned from the grave, if any in your fighting style.” She finished as she licked her lips and made a wide grin while looking at the drow’s eyes.

Grabbing onto the handle of his sword once more, Marinar lifted himself out of the mud and splashed onto higher ground, ignoring the three other people in the area for now, seeing they were too involved with one another to pay attention to his current situation. Before he could get far, the trolls had the sense knocked into them again and they once more came charging after Marinar, this time Marinar turned quickly, sending one skidding down a hill and the other slamming onto the ground next to him. Three quick strikes across the beast’s chest made it howl before swinging at him as it got back on its feet.

“Come on you ugly son of a…” Marinar muttered under his breath as the creature began to follow the man whilst he backed away slowly, the tip of his mud covered blade sticking upright. As the troll lunged for him, Marinar threw himself towards the creature and plunged the sword into it’s chest. As Marinar smiled proudly to himself and took a step back to kick the troll backwards, the impaled beast swatted him with a tremendous back hand, sending the man to land right in the mud.

“Ow.” He groaned as he sat up, wiping the mud off his hands and struggled back onto his feet. “I’m going to feel that one in the morning.” Marinar grimaced as he put his hand on his most definately soon to be bruised ribs and ran back for the trolls, he was not about to leave his precious sword behind in their grimy hands. He lunged and grasped the hilt of his sword, planting his foot on the troll’s chest as it howled and the blade pulled from its flesh with a spurt of blood. Marinar fell back with his blade freed and hit the ground with a thud, the injured troll flailing at him, leaving him barely capable of swinging the sword to land nicking hits on the creature’s hands. As it raised its fists in the air to slam down upon him, Marinar rolled to the side and slashed the back of its arm then ran behind it to plunge his weapon into its back and hold on for dear life as it squealed and howled in agony.

Quickly pulling his weapon back, he was thrown from the beast’s back and landed in front of it, as he regained his feet and turned, the troll all but threw itself onto his weapon once more, this time, right through the throat. Marinar panted as he pulled the weapon away and the troll collapsed onto the ground with a whining death rattle.

“You’re next, ugly.” Marinar glared, pointing at the second troll as it looked between it’s fallen comrade and the slayer. When the creature decided it was not worth it and turned to leave, Marinar heaved a sigh of relief and slumped against the corpse for a moment. “Thank God for small blessings.” He muttered under his breath before pulling away from the troll corpse. “Foul thing.” He poked the body with his sword and shrugged, now turning his attention to the others in the area, hoping to avoid getting noticed… if that was possible following that display.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me." The second troll reappeared charging straight for Ploay and Dizahab. Marinar heaved a heavy sigh and ran full tilt, deciding it was time to play the hero and threw himself into the troll's side as it got within twenty feet of the pair, as he clung to the creature's arm he shouted to the pair. "Help or run!"

Zenith could see the two infront of him talking still, but judging by their movements neither of them were acting friendly towards the other. Thats when Zenith began to think that things could get rather messy, but still he had not long returned to the world of Arda and wanted to test his skills. He was sure both of these beings held alot of power within them and Zenith would be glad to fight or even help one of them in combat. It would be a nice challenge for the angel, one he would not soon forget either.

With his grip getting tighter around the blades within his hands, and the glow getting somewhat stronger Zenith thought to himself, "This will be a fine chance to see if i really have the right to still live within this world... It may be a difficult battle, with the power of Holiness and Life by side im sure I shall get through this safely enough." The angel seemed to only see the two figures before him, everything else around him seemed to fade out his mind. That is when the true strenght of evil hit Zenith as he fully felt Dizahabs dark energy spread along the area.

He once again spread out his wings into the darklined sky as he now stood right beside both Dizahab and Ploay. His armour glinting a little in a faint light as Zeniths holy aura began to show around him. It was now clear he had been taught by the Goddess of Life as one of her Divine Protectors. Looking from Ploay to Dizahab and back again Zenith had a small smirk across his lips under his helm.

The young angel then finally spoke with the words, "Well it clear to even an untrained eye that there is no love lost between you two. However if you are to battle then I may also have to join in the conflict. As a Divine Protector I must do all that I can to rid this world of evil, and im afraid that I can feel a great evil here. Looks like even one my return, I shall not have a break!" Zenith then slowly raised his weapons somewhat incase he was to be attacked, with his Holy Blade and Blade of Balance in hand the angel felt that little bit safer, but yet he had heard a long time ago of one of the Gaurdians, the Gaurdian of Shadows to be exact that he had been slain by another Gaurdian. Was it possible that it was Ploay, that had killed him? If so then this battle had just gotten even more interesting for Zenith.

Zenith then seen a large trol running towards himself and the other two, he was about to strike the beast when another man leaped onto the troll sending it to the side. The young angel gitted his teeth a little looking towards Dizahab before saying, "Dammit..." The angel then Teleported infront of the troll and said, "Foul beast... you dare cause more chaos within this word? That is one mistake you shall never forget!" Zenith then yelled out as he began to swing both of his blade towards the troll, his Blade of Balance ripping through the beast chest spraying some blood onto the golden armour of Zenith as his Holy Blade came round and cut through the arm the man was not hanging from. Now with only one arm able to fight with, and a deep slash within his chest this beasts time was at hand.