Nemesis or Friend (open to all)

[Wraith]

OOC: I have decided since i have never had this character interact with anyone, i will keep this one.

IC: The Storm ravaged the sea and any unfortunate souls who so happened to be out at see during this stormy night. The rain poured down like a monsoon, so thick that one can hardly see past a hundred feet. A wise captain would tie his sails up, and drop all his anchors to keep his or her ship from crashing into the shore.

It all seemed like a typical storm season; no sane captain would be at see at this time in these waters. After quite some time as sailors and villagers were drinking and eating at the pub or bar, a loud and long deep horn echoed in from the sea. A horn that has not been heard on the shores of Hyrule for almost a century, if any man or beast still lived to remember the days and legends of that horn and the horrors that walked its decks and worse be of whom it brings.

The lich vessels carry the Lich’s across the ocean; ages ago paladins had supposedly defeated all Lich’s and their minion’s only necromancers continuing the horrors in a small scale. But they had not truly defeated these undead beings; they were merely hibernating for that last century, sleeping in their stone tombs in a volcanic mountain like vampires and their coffins.

Considering no one remembers who the lich were people would now be merely curious of what kind of insane captain would be sailing in this storm, let alone what the hell kind of ship it was.

Before long the silhouette of the bow of a massive ship slowly appeared out of the seemingly wall of rain. It did not take long for it to come to an empty dock and come to a slow halt on the right side of the dock and its anchors dropped as soon as it did. The water parted by the movement of this ship swept over the docks knocking crates and small boats off into the raging waves of the shore, while they have been tied down before, the angle of impact was enough to snap the well worn and sun rotted ropes.

The ship itself looks to be coated with a thick layer of charcoal, as though this ship came from a dock next to a volcano… which it ha, not that anyone would remember the events of a century ago or even the stories of the time that referenced the ships. On the Starboard hull the name “Specter” could be seen, painted in red, and partly covered in charcoal yet still legible for those who can read.

The horn blew again, and the sounds of gears and the clinking of chain could be heard moving and grinding. And then the clicking of a gate opening, from the side of the hull, the charcoal cracked and gave way as a thick metal ramp opened up, once it was fully open nothing but blackness could be seen eerie whispered poured out from the door, then heavy steps of someone or something large coming out.

Red glowing eyes were the first to peer out from the darkness then moments later an 8 foot tall cloaked… thing stepped out onto the ramp becoming drenched the moment he did. Insects of all kinds scurried out from under the docks as well as several crabs all retreating away from this being. Anyone adept in the magic of light would feel the same darkness and the terror it holds. Hylian’s if they have the ability could sense it no matter what they yearn master. The thing walked down the ramp onto the docks and made his way to the Westport tavern/bar/pub (same thing) where he figured he could find and “Modern” map. The ramp the closed, gears clicking, chain clinking, metal on metal screeching until it came to a slamming close.

[Posthumous]

Post had been here for how long now? Man, he didn't even know.

The pub wasn't all that lively tonight. Maybe it was the weather. That chill wind that went down your neck and froze you to the bone, right? Or at least that was how Post saw it. Therefore, he rejoiced as he could barely tell it from the rest of his body. It was just a part of being an enchanted cadaver. Weather doesn't really bother ya, right? The pale man chilled at the bar, flipping a shilling between his fingers. Some piece o' silver he found on one of his adventures.

Took him forever to get the smell of Stalfos offa his hands.

Anyways, the Redead was chilling now. The alcohol was settling in nicely, giving him peace of mind and an evening full of lethargy and silence. He could hear the bard somewhere plucking the strings of his lute at a slow pace, even further lulling him into his relaxation. The barman grumbled a bit about the bad business tonight, and how "the wind warned of ill omen" or whatever. Post just frowned. Barman needed to settle his shizz and get his peace on. The Undead closed his eyes behind his dark shades and lifted his boots onto the chair next to him, only to stop.

He could smell something. It smelled similar to him, only a degree darker. Whatever was on its way here wasn't a Stalfos, or even another ReDead for that matter. The red-eyed being nudged his shades further up, hiding his gaze as he watched the doors. What company do we have tonight? Whatever it was, he wondered if they'd be able to tell... Tell that it wasn't a creature of the Light.

[Wraith]

It did not take long for the being to reach to tavern, upon opening the doors the powerful wind blew them open, un-amused by natures little surprise he entered and closed the doors behind him as though there were no wind. It did not seem as though the being had come in peace, his 8 foot katana Strewn on his back, his dagger tied to his belt accompanied with 6 jagged spikes. The katana and dagger sheathed in black bone designed to look wicked yet holds a pattern as to show he has order. An undead being might know what this thing was, a Lich, the most power of the necromancers, it is what few necromancer become after death if they have the gift of the dark power. Considering very few undead escaped the paladin wrath it is unlikely even the undead could recognize that of which was the essence for their resurrection from the dead, a Lich… or a necromancer as a substitute essence, but one never knows unless they’re a minion of their creator.

The Lich walked through the tavern ignoring everyone who had the nerve to stare; he walked straight to the back of the room next to the staircase where the map was framed up on the wall. It was well stained from drunkards and cut up from many fights, but still legible partly… if one would take the time to look close enough at the mostly blurred words. And landmarks, but it would suffice even though it’s a couple years old or more, it showed signs of weather ware and partly wrinkled from the salt water. It is presumable that this map once was used on a ship, probably a famous one to have its map framed and hung on a wall for all to see. Dotted and solid lines marked the map like a web, making it a bit confusing and difficult to read.

The lich poked his finger on the map were this port was located and traced his finger to seemingly in the middle of the mountains where nothing not even a random line was marked. These mountains were only inaccessible unless one had learned to fly. But as an undead he could just climb he does not need to eat, drink, sleep or even breath for that matter, the below freezing temperatures will be no problem like any other dead beings.

Out of his black hide pouch he pulled out an old tan role of hide about a foot in diameter not that it was a circle but still. He placed it on the map as though it were a puzzle piece matching up the landscape detail, this little piece of map showed a drawing of a structure where he had pointed and on top of that one path though the mountains. He then took a step back, rolled up his little map piece and turned around as he put it back in his pouch. The Lich had failed to notice a peculiar scent in the room that undead beings can sense. He was so busy on his mission to get his baring straight he had not even noticed the other undead being. The lich looked over him for a moment before heading in his direction.

The lich looked over him for a moment before heading in his direction and spoke in a tongue that was common among the undead, his voice was deep and seamed to echo slightly among itself, “Rah doh Sonveich.”

(“Name Yourself Redead.”)

[Rukon Guts]

Rukon was the kind of guy who just liked to go everywhere, and although he was a goron elder, he didn't plan on living on Death Mountain his whole life. It was too boring, he had a long life to live, and he planned on living it to the fullest.Rukon was a wanderer...that being said, it was very rare for Rukon to be anywhere for any particular reason. Tonight was one of those rare occasions..

You see, Rukon had a particular gift... One that allowed him to see things that most other people couldn't, and on a higher level than most people who could. He could sense another's aura, to the degree that he didn't normally to need to ask them any questions other than their name. With one glance he could look at you and discern whether you were friend or foe, and it didn't stop there, he could see your intentions; as an enemy's intentions didn't always need to be malicious...He could see how strong a warrior was, long before he had seen them battle, and even how much fighting spirit they had. On top of all that, he could also see where one's allegiances lay, and what kind of person they were.

Rukon's gift is what had brought him here. He had seen the massive aura of the ship long before it had arrived on shore. It was very far off when he saw it, but the pure evil in it's aura literally seeped into the waters around as it moved. Rukon had seen this only five hours ago. With something so sinister coming this way, he had decided it would be best for him to stay around, just in case anything went down. His thought process had completely thwarted anything that involved food, and up until this point he sat in a corner, waiting...

This was until the ship arrived, and one of it's passengers came to land, heading straight for the pub he had been sitting in. As the door opened, in stepped a creature Rukon had only heard of in stories told by the other elders; a lich. There was no mistaking it, the peircing red eyes, the large skeletal frame. It was an undead terror. He had no idea what the thing was doing here...Afterall, they were thought to have been destroyed by the Paladins of Hyrule long ago. He knew the being was up to something, but even with his ability, he was not abe to read minds.

The Lich walked into the Pub and headed straight to a man who had been sitting there for quite some time too, speaking to him in a language that Rukon couldn't understand. The tone was commanding, almost as if he was ordering the man to do something...

Suddenly they were the only ones in the room that mattered. Rukon could see that he had meant those words as a command and wondered how the man would react; from what he had seen the guy was a pretty calm and collected character, and he knew quite a bit in the way of style it seemed...but it also seemed that he was a bit arrogant in nature. It seemed as if the man hadn't necessarily pledged alligiance to any one person or cause, and this is why Rukon couldn't see that. The guy was an intellectual, and probably didn't see the same big bold lines that seperated people from one another, he was more worried about his own objectives.

Then there was the Lich. It's aura was black, this was the kind of being that loathed the living, and had no remorse. He hadn't come here for just a talk, as one could easily tell from a quick glance at the weaponry he carried.

Rukon decided to wait and see what happened...not wanting to make any unncessecary trouble for the patrons of the pub, though his right hand twitched at his side, ready to bring the hammer from his back.

"Hmm...."

[Posthumous]

(I will post soooon! D: Easter came and kinda pulled me away, yo.)

[Wraith]

With no reply Wraith moved on with a low sort of growling hiss. Walking back to the map he tore it our of its frame with one good swipe, he rolled it up and tucked it away in his cloak. The bartender yelled out “Hey, That’s private prop…” before the man could finish a spike was sent flying at inhuman speed and pierced clean through the fat mans skull as though it were made of butter. At the same time the wraith was hissing with anger that made his aura flicker darker then it already was. The man just fell to the ground, not like one would see in a play where they are knocked heel over head, he just simply fell, the spike on the other hand was imbedded into a wooden pole three quarters the way in. while he may not be tremendously stronger or faster, he had nearly a century to perfect his throwing technique, so yea, he was going to be good at it, very good.

Where after Wraith took noticed to the armed Goron. A hefty challenge, considering wraith was nothing more than bone so to speak though he did still have skin on him even though the skin he had left were wrapped in bandages. He still had quite a bit of skin left, it would never decay away and it always grew back… somehow. However, Wraith knew that this Goron could strike him down… temporarily of course, but he would like to move on without a confrontation with him, he likes his bones as the way they are, powder for bones… well that would not really work for him now would it?

However, Wraith retrieved his spike and slipping it back to its place. By now practically everyone in the bar had took off and they left the door wide open.

[Rukon Guts]

He had really wanted to try and avoid a situation like this. The lich had done exactly what Rukon hoped he wouldnt. The thing hadn't been in the room for 5 five minutes, and there was already a dead man lying behind the counter, this only reassured Rukon, he would have to obliterate this monster by any means possible. Rukon stood, pulling the hammer from his back, and looking over to the dead man, and the spike in the wall.

"You know...I could sense you, long before you arrived. To tell the truth, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this. It was nice of you to clear the place out though...now I don't have to hold back."

It wasn't often that someone pissed Rukon off to this point, but there was no way he would stand by and put up with the lich's blatant disregard for the life of others. He had not given life, and had no right to take it. It would be different if Rukon destroyed the lich though, this being had already lived out his life, and was not allowing others that luxury. Rukon had nothing against the undead, but beings such at this one were an abomination.

Without warning, Rukon grabbed the table he was standing in front of, and launched it at the lich. Unless it's bones were a bit stronger than those of a normal skeleton, then this would be over quickly as any of Rukon's attacks could easily break bone. Hopefully a good blow to the chest and the being would be down for the count. If not, Rukon would just hit him harder. This was all assuming the table hit him that is.

"When I'm done grinding you to dust, I'll toss your remains into a volcano!"

With this, Rukon dove forward and assumed his boulder form, rolling had on at the lich, this room wasn't that big, so it would aquire exceptional speed to dodge either the table, or the five-hundred pound goron. Either attack if landed, would hit with devestating force. Rukon fought a lot, that's just how he was, but he always did it for a challenge. This fight was different, today he would fight to kill...

[Wraith]

OOC: it’s a little choppy and broken but this post was rushed, if you need me to specify anything, add anything, change anything, so you can have a decent post PM me and I will get to it as soon as possible

IC: At the sound of the table being swung, Wraith drew his sword and came down with all his might, it came down slicing through the ceiling before cutting the table into two. And not a moment later a pair of wrapped winged sprouted from his back where then he used them to get out of the way, barely though. He was just struck on the shoulder causing him to do a complete spin before regaining his footing. If he were living, he would be in pain, and probably dizzy. However his shoulder was dislocated, which he popped back in place as he took some steps back towards the door.

“I live on a volcano, and I am not alone…” said wraith in the Goron language.

A moment later whispering screeches could be heard just outside the open door, and silhouettes of cloaked fiends began to appear through the thick rain.

Raising his sword and pointing it at the Goron and speaking in the Goron tongue, “The Lich always have an army, they never come alone, and I have not come here to quarrel with you Goron, a Lich as a nemesis is a poor choice, and you are no paladin you have not the power to vanquish me.”

While it may be true the Goron is no Paladin he can still down the lich for a decade or more, but what is dead cannot be killed again, they can only be deported back to the underworld, or hell as many come to call it.

[Rukon Guts]

The truth was, the goddesses had blessed Rukon with the gift of immortality. He would never die a natural death. Even though he didn't know it, he would be around as long as the lich was.

It was true that Rukon wasn't a paladin, and he had no magical means of sealing away the lich, but he didn't see powdered bone escaping from a pool of molten lava.

As Rukon heard the screeching outside of the door, he sensed the aura of the figures outside, none of them remotely as powerful as the lich that he was fighting right now. Regardless, he didn't want any interuptions to this battle. Assuming his normal form, Rukon launched at the wall where Wraith had just been, landing feet first, and almost driving his feet through it. Paralell to the ground, Rukon swung his hammer to his right, sliding the table under him to the door. It hit with a resounding thud, and blocked the door, this would stop anyone without exceptional strength from entering. Now he didn't care how many of them there were.

"Your quarrel with me began when you came in here and killed an innocent man."

Rukon fell back to the floor and grabbed another table to ripping one of its legs off and throwing it at the Lich like a spear. He may not have had years of practice, but the creature was a lready a large target and had made himself and even bigger one to hit with his wings out, plus his strength would compensate for the other factors.

"You're right, I may not be a paladin, but light magic has become more abundant throughout the world long since you lich have been a problem. Either way, if you think I need light magic to defeat you, then you're making a huge underestimation."

With this, Rukon quickly began taking the legs off of the table and throwing them at the lich.

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Sucky post sucks... I couldn't really concentrate when I was doing this. Hope there's enough to work from.

[Wraith]

OOC: its all good, here is my reply. i mostly made it up to fill the word count and hopefully give you plenty to 'think' about XD if posthumous does not reply to this thread before you do lets just say he ran out as well.

IC: “Your but a worm in the presence of the Lich…” Whispered Wraith.

“Now Feel thy wrath!” screamed Enzair, not any normal scream but a lich scream, the painful life sucking scream, if he heard them in stories he will now feel the pain of the scream

“This fight is not worth it Goron… strike me down and what I come here to take back with me to my volcano will plague this land with the dead. We may be lich, creatures of darkness, lords of the undead. But we are more then what you mortals see, we are the gatekeepers, the messengers to the underworld, there is but a handful of us left and too many gates to hold. And you of all people should know goron… the underwold holds threats greater us lich, someone must hold the gates shut… if not us… then who? Not you mortals, you will die I the presence of the aura, paladins powerless, Gorons weak.” explained wraith.

Sure, sure lich may be a gatekeeper but no one knows that, also no one knows the gates have been sealed. No one knows that, but its Wraiths talk to avoid an unnecessary situation which will delay him from his goal. He wants to receive and artifact that belongs to the lich, it is hidden and guarded in the mountains.

“If you do not believe me than stay your weapon, and I will stay mine, and help me find and ancient Lich artifact, it cannot remain in this realm mortals are not ready for it,” said Wraith, a half truth but being an emotionless creature the half truth cannot be seen. His aura might say there is something more too it, but at most it would hint towards the artifact is very dangerous.

This Goron has became a nuisance. Any damage these wooden tables would do would be undone by the health that he absorbs. To lessen the blow he held his sword up at an angle to lessen the blows, a shield would be nice but he does not have one. But they’re both big targets, Enzair had agility on his side but this is a confined space, dodging everything was impossible. Unless you’re a little rat that moves like a Sheikah, which is pretty funny if you think about it.

If the goron could read minds he would see the Wraith Intends to use him for wraiths own benefit, but if not there is no way of knowing what he said were all lies and half truths.