<span style='font-family:Arial'>Day: 37 Month: Tessera Year: 81378 Character: Baal Deathwing Baal walked among the dead, the forever damned and the lost souls of the Fronima lands. He had seen many things no normal pendragon could. He sat down, his body slightly twitching. The vision he has seen could not be true? Had it been so the world was doomed. If the demon had gotten hold of the soul stones in Fronima, pure terror awaited all. All he had ever loved, ever cared about had left him. All because of some stupid demon. He would pay. The one who had murdered his two brothers and killed so many. The time had come for him to take a stand. His magic grew stronger over the years, as if the power of the Fronima was soaking into his bones. He stared at a strange energy for a moment, it flowed through the air, black as midnight, straight into his body. He wondered if this had anything to do with why he was so cursed. Cursed for the ones he loved to die or leave him, the black magic that his ancestors had given him. It was his destiny. He had been told so, by the greatest seer in Ramath. He lifted up his head slightly, looking for the source of his dreams. He would need to end this madness and kill the demon Khoad, once and for all. </span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Yes, this is a confusing post. But Qoleu is confused, because she has been possesed for some time now. Perhaps your charcter might play along?</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>It be... it can't. It is... it isn't. I lie... the perish. It be damned... they be dead. I sing... the fade. They watch... I taunt. Go... there sit. I talk... the know. I hell... they heaven. Mon. Mon. Mon did this.</span> She chanted. Her words echoed as chaos brewed. The damned witch taunted them... her own parents. They perished in hell, for their own daughters amusement. Everything was so confusing now. A couple months ago, amnesia took control. Qoleu broke away form the trance. Three months ago, she frolicked on the shores of Sagar. Something happened. She remembered her mother and father, defending her. Then they faded, like fire, like ashes. And I woke up at the big place. The man said it was a school. He said I was in Swarj at an academy and I must of fallen and got confused. He said I have amnesia. I know I have amnesia. But I don't go to school. The hell ate my mommy and daddy. She again, broke away from the trance. She acted like a child, but she was a teenager. She acted possessed. Coming to the grave of a place... it haunted her. So confused... she couldn't brake away...
<span style='font-family:Arial'>Baal shifted along the shadows of his mind, the realm of Fronima, his dreams, looking for some way to find where that cursed demmon Khoad was hiding. He knew he was here somewhere. He has been taking control of other peoples minds for thousands of years. Where is that Bastard hiding? He looked over to the side of him, another was here. With him, in Fronima. He walked over to here, slowly, she might be Khoad in disguise. "Ey, What are you doing here?" he asked with a broad look. He flexed his muscles, ready for battle if it was needed. </span>
Viberant green eyes turned and glare at the masculine. She sniffed; <span style='color:red'>I'm lost, mister. The hell ate y momy and daddy.</span> the enthusiasum in her voice was low and dull. She carefully scanned the brute. <span style='color:red'>Who are you?</span>
<span style='font-family:Arial'>He stared at her with his blood red eyes. She was not important to him, she was just a little child. She could do nothing to stop Khoad, just help him more by slowing Baal down. He stared at the child for a second before turning. "Be careful" he said in his raspy demon voice. </span>
Green eyes narrowed to slits; the demonotic child tucked away within was releasing itself once again. Her light, airy' voice now was rasy and throaty. <span style='color:red'>What is your name?</span> her whisper boomed.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>He senced a demon, he smiled. He could take a demon, but that was not his duty. He faced the demon child "Baal Deathwing" he said facing her. He was not in his full form yet, just his pen-dragon form. If she attacked he would go full demon. </span>
Yes. Temptation ands resistance flowed through his body. I'm not a demon, she thought, knowing that the 'dragon could probably read her thoughts. Nor I am I child, she snickered aloud. Qoleu was so angelic, yet why was she so evil? Possessed. One of the many side effects when traveling through Fronima.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>He gave her a stern look. Well your in my way, so scram you fool!. He concentrated, an orb of flames appeared and surrounded him. Or I will make you!. He didn't want to hurt the possessed child, but he would need to if she stalled him from finding Khoad. </span>
She loooked up at him. <span style='color:red'>No. I have to be here. The little girl said so.</span> She foled her arms.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>Baal laughed. "You have to be here? What a joke!". He concentrated and teleported directly behind her. "Later" he said running off into a passage of smoke, dust and fire. </span>
She darted after him, gliding by his side. <span style='color:red'>If you play with me...</span> her voice echoed, showing no sign of panting. <span style='color:red'>... I will show you what you're looking for!</span> the tranquility in her voice was outraged by cackling excitment. She, two, teleported to the heart of Froniam, where clans of dangerous Uncoctua (a Ramathian creature) lurked.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>"You are messing with the wrong demon" he said rasing his fist, a large fireball appeared, surrounded by dark shadows. She could never tell him where Khoad was, because he was already here. Baal could sence that he was watching them, hungry for blood. </span>
<span style='color:red'>He's lurking...</span> Qoleu's voice laughed, echoing and fading with the mist. <span style='color:red'>I can make him go away... but you MUST find me!!</span> her shrill voice seemd to lurk in every direction.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>He looked at her. His eyes widened. "Welcome back Khoad, servant of the dark". His bones began to shift, growing larger, darkness surrounded him as he became full demon. His eyes glowed with a firey passion. "Let's fight demon". The one called Khoad laughed, his eyes glowing a blood red color. He raised his claws, ready to battle. </span>
<span style='color:red'>You will wind if you find me....</span> she laughed. This game was amusing in her scenario.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>He looked at the possed child with disbelief. "You fool, Khoad, Lord of Demons is the most powerful demon in Fronima, we have no time for such silly games!" he said, his force echoing across the firey walls which surrounded them. He raised his claws in anger, a strange magical essence surrounding them. Khoad laughed, harshful and cold. He drew a weapon from behind his back, which no mortal dare see. The Soul Stealer. The largest blade in Ramath-lehi. The blade was surrounded in dark flames, the blade 5' feet long, shimering with evil. The Soul Stealer slay all, and steal thier souls so that they may never rest in peace. Baal shuddered at the site of the blade yet kept strong. He hoped his magic was great enough to save the world yet once again. </span>
<span style='color:red'>I told you time come, But you didn't listen. Now I shall chant As you blood glistened. Your soul is damned, Your mind is quire. Shan't you be listening? Shan't you not fear?</span> Cold cackle chanted, angelic feminine dancing about the due south corner of the mistified arena.
<span style='font-family:Arial'>Khoad laughed. "Why my dear, you will be the one dead soon, along with everyone on Ramath!" he said, his eyes flaring with evil. The sword burst into dark flames, glowing with a vibrant evil passion. He raised it, preparing to strike the young female. Baal shifted across and grabbed the blade, his paws seering with pain. The blade had left a dark burn across his hands, which would scar with evil. He directed his dark magic towards Khoad. "What have you done with Mephistae!" he said with a voice that echoed across. Khoad shifted his neck. "He is dead, just like you and the female will be brother, and I will rule". He laughed manicly. </span>
<span style='color:red'>Come and get me asshole!</span> screamed Qoleu. She was never like this; usually she was vain and extremely curtious.
