Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Conahoy Jackson crosses his book staff over his heart as he finishes his self-prayer to the cosmos, hearing feet running down the hallway which echo into his room. Relinquish, he whispers as the room glimmers for a few seconds and then seems to be calmed, the student running in and then calming down quickly. There's a man outside who wants to see you... pant he said that he'll raise the church to the ground if he can't see you quickly, the child pants out before kneeling onto the ground. Thomas tried to take him away but got injured, and the bedding loft is on fire because of it. Come out and face me ye Priest of Balance! the stranger calls out, his outfit made from darkened mettalics as well as keeping himself to look rather insane even with his akward positions and stances. One of his hands generates a ball of fire before he throws it into the stone gate to the church, watching as it spreads over the gate and blackens it to be almost indescript. Stop stranger, for we have not done anything to deserve such violence, Conahoy calls forth from his courtyard entrance, the book staff in hand with his other already generating a spell. Within a few moments the fire in the bedding loft exstinguishes to smoke before his attention is returned to the apparent pyromancer. What's your purpose here traveler? Oh I'm here for you, he says while slowly making a gait to the priest, one of his hands growing fire from it before lengthening into a sword as he makes a quick swipe to hit the priest. I'm here to make you burn priest! Reject, Jackson whispers as the flame blade screeches through it's swipe torwards the unarmored man, the flame disintigrating before fizzling out just out of reach to the robed figure. You won't be able to conjure your fire in payment for the chaos you bring with it. If you leave now nowthing will become of your oblivious actions. You think i only have fire? the man asks before drawing his short blade, flicking his wrist and then making an attempt to bring it down on the priest for a quick kill. You think wrong if any assassin only has one weapon. No, you thought i was only prepared for fire, he says and lifts up his book staff, the cross section capturing the blade and with a flick of the staff it closes on the blade as well. Shatter. From Conahoy's now hammer-like staff emits a high pitched scream, the assassin clamping his ears before his blade splinters and breaks apart into innumerable pieces. Before the assassin's ears allowed him to move out from his partially doubled over position, Conahoy fully closes the staff and with both hands smashes it into the assassin's gullet. Be smited from the cosmos! he calls out, the grey gem on his stave gleaming before blasting a foot wide hole through the man's body, leaving behind no trace in that area. The assassin falls to the ground, his body beginning to fade and break apart just like his weapon did recently. There's more of us to take you away, we can break you, we will keep you from keeping Twilight from freedom... and not even those in the Capitol can save you. with that last breath the assassin fully collapses to the ground, dissapearing in the breeze from the powerful attack even if it did take it's toll. Thomas, sell what items are in my room, I leave for the capitol this evening and i wish to donate what i have to the church, Ceej says before brushing his hand over the gem, images of the past persuing into his mind before he turns to face the capitol's direction. May the cosmos allow me to succeed. Meanwhile, Belakai smiles to himself as his messenger returns, his body mending back to normal already while he walks up to his master. The message is recieved master, he's on his way to the capitol as we speak.