Recent content by Arkhivom

There was no conscious decision that had brought him to these lands in particular. He simply needed to get where he was going, and this was the path that led him there. But, during his time traveling from up in the Spine to the south, a strange happening had taken place, and he was reminded of...

It was moments like these that made him remember, sitting here quietly like this with nothing but one another. His eyes remained fixed on the lesser lights above all while his darling sang that sweet, melancholy melody of ash and death and beauty. And for the first time in an age, he sighed...

He hummed as her claws pressed firmly against his new flesh, and he leaned into her as she drew close to him. It had been over a century since his return to this realm and he'd not recovered so much power as to assume his former shape until now, and he found the experience... humbling. His true...

"No," he replied with a soft smile, "they did not play nice." And as he held her there in the midst of the burning lands he listened to her song of vengeance and her merciless joy in it. He felt her body burn as the fires of her beautiful fury grew within her as she told of their long and...

Before he heard her voice, her thoughts found him. She sought him, she feared - she was wounded. And though there was fire in him, hatred burned in him for those that would dare to do this to that which he held most dear, there was only a quiet contentment that washed over him. This deepened...

What a waste. Such were his thoughts as he finished one of the last of the feral beasts, crushing its skull in the grasp of merely one of his gargantuan hands. There was fury in his grip, but not toward his now wayward creations. It was toward that winged burning thing. He was filled with rage...

And it was, that an unstoppable force met with an immovable thing. It was as he remembered. The shield of flame gave him pause. And hatred, great hatred burned in his blood. As this hate welled within him, around him, blackness wrapped around his form. Runic circles appeared beneath them as...

Watching the Fire unfold before his eyes was... interesting. He'd been locked in combat with many creatures, even those of the elements, but this was truly something to behold. He'd never known such a thing, but it felt familiar - it felt ancient, like him. Then he would test it. He raised...

His grasp was stayed by the prevailing flame, and he, even he, was made pause. In fury did the light burn, and he beheld a great unveiling. He stepped back, preparing himself for the conflict to come, eager to gauge what had been made manifest before him. Many gave their essence to replenish...

It was momentary, but it was more than enough. Arkhivom's eyes shot past the Avariel to Lina - beholding her great wound and terrible descent from the sky. The sight of it roused in him such fury as to blind his thought behind curtains of rage. With a careless toss Erën was released - though...

Arkhivom's attack struck Caliane as he'd intended. However, due to the consuming nature of her essence, in her saturated state it seemed to do little more than anger the winged elf, who burned as white fire. Blessed by the old gods, or so he'd suspected. She turned her ire toward him, and as...

Even though his essence would rebuild, there was pain. And though he felt it and showed it not, she cried out in his stead. Such it was also when she was struck, as earlier by the winged elf's fire. He showed no weakness, but she burned under its heat, and in her it's pain transformed into only...

Arkhivom's attack, though resisted to an admirable degree, was greater than the elf's. Were the demon not so full of hate he'd have laughed in mockery of him, but his focus was too great. He simply wanted him dead. He gave a forceful grunt, and invoked more of his might against the Broken Sword...

He'd been successful on both fronts. The elf had been thwarted and tossed aside, and the lightbearer hid beneath his shield under the might of Arkhivom's terrible fury. But neither a second nor even a third strike were quite enough to bring that flickering to a dispersion. Out here in the light...

As Arkhivom moved forward, and his adversaries toward him, the forest around them all was engulfed in unholy fire. It poured from the great demoness' maw, reckless and devouring. So as Lina sought out her prize, Arkhivom would deal with his. As Lazule and Erën were upon him he planted himself...