Battle of the Minds (Anyone, 1 v 1 v 1 v 1)

OoC: This idea is one that was brought up in the OoC thread and thanks to all who commented. I'll be "borrowing" WotS' idea of the astral plane, probably borrowed from X-Men Legends, so now where this is all coming from. It's a free-for-all in the planes of the mind. Yes, people can fell pain here, just so you know. I'll be using Sylva, link in sig, first character.

BiC:

Is the plan set?

Yes, it is, my lord.

Excellent! When the moon rises, I'll rule over them all!

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The half angel sat in the bed of an inn. She was tired from the constant traveling. She had no idea where where to go next. The tribe must have been incredibly fast if no one could track them. She began to doubt if they really did live to this day. Her wings drooped at the thought that she would have failed her own grandmother. She let out a long yawn as she realized that she had not slept in a warm bed for months.The moon was glowing with a mysterious blue light. She took the covers as sleep encompassed her eyes.

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Sylva... half angel... son of Joseph and Maria Winter...

Good work! Send her here immediately! Bring some others as well.

Like these?

These are good. Bring them also.

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Beyond a vast forest lay a village with a long history. A little girl flew around in excitement. Her navy blue hair flowed in the wind. Joining her was a man with the same hair. Below them lay some people smiling at the two above in the air. A dark flash came through and now an older girl with the same hair and wings flew alone in sadness. She looked down in shock to see the village ablaze. Before she could fly in, a hand grabbed her from behind and everything went dark.

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"My head," the angel said nas she rubbed the back of her head.

It was an uncomfortable night for the angel. She sat up and opened her eyes to see, not light or a wall, but a black space with see-through blocks. Everything looked black ad white except her. She had her traveling clothes on and next to her lay the sword she carried around. Three other bodies lay around her, but before she could check on them, a voice shouted out one word.

"Welcome!"

A dark figure stood where the voice came from. It had its arms raised. She squinted to see who it was, but the darkness around it made the angel know it didn't want ot be seen.

OoC: This is where the post is to end. After three others post, I'll make another explaining the situation. I hope this goes well...

Seems like a pretty cool and unique battle.

Bic:

The Bloodsaber met flesh with terrible consiquences. As the sword came to the floor so did the lower part of a human arm. Blood dripped off the blade as a thunderclap of chears erupted from the stadium. The masked warrior lifted the drenched blade and pieced it into his opponents chest. It was then removed and its weilder walked to the arena's exit. Another foolish human falls and another hundred gold in my pocket.

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Not a bad days work. Thought Link XI to the large, shaggy wolf walking by his side.

Hmmm...If you like senceless human murder and gold to do it. The creature's thoughts came into his head.

Thats me. A grin appeared on his mask-less face and the beast seemd to let out a sigh.

It is late, I shall go. And with that the wolf bounded off, to where Link XI could only assume was his home.

Link XI set off in a pace to the local inn for a rest and a drink. As he walked he looked out around him at the constant dark night on Blood mount. The large, curved mount was a perfect place for dark races such as himself to meet and socialise. There were very few humans here, the only ones were the strong and the foolish, who came to show there courage in the arena or spend a night on the cursed mountain peak. Very few survived the journey, thanks to the resident vampires, and most lost track of time with the comstant lack of light. There was no need to hide his demonic eyes here. It made Link XI feel alive.

He went into the inn and ordered a blood cider from Doog, the bartender who he got on good terms with. After an hour in the bustling bar he booked a room and went for a kip. He settled down in his bed, fully clothed, with his hands upon his chest.

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A purple-black haired young man was sitting by a beautiful young human girl. The boy lifted the mask he was wearing and the girl gasped. Behind them a sly-looking man scurried away like a rat. A dark flash came and an older man with the same hair and mask was walking away from a destroyed town. Suddenly darkness appeared under his feet and he fell into a black abyss.

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Link XI flung his head up and whiped the sweat from his brow. He breathed heavily and opened his eyes. He looked round but all he could see was darkness. My dream! The darkness! Wolf? Wolf! He kept calling out to the wolf with his mind but heard no reply. He was about to stand when something stirred to his right. He turned and saw a girl waking a short distance from him. Wow...she's beautiful. Wait! Why am I thnking about that now, where am I? And anyway beauty is skin deep...or so I've heard. A piercing voice reached his ears and sent a shiver down his spine.

"Welcome."