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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.03.06 03:02:00 -
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From a distant continent, shrouded in volcanic ash and water mists, several ships made from solidified lava sailed to the Badlands. Once they arrived, one man, draped in a crimson and brown attire, stepped from his ship onto the dead ground. His skin looked grey with orange-glowing cracks, and his eyes were burning with bright flames. He spelled an incantation, augmented his voice, and spoke, his words reverberating across the entire continent of Dustia.
"Greetings, dwellers of this land! I am Nexhawk, the Fiery Lord, the Hawk of Burning Death, the Emperor of the Warlocks of the Ashflame. My people, the Ashborn, come to your land in time of need. After a long and exhausting war with our long-time rivals, the Hydromancers, our continent, Praecantaria, has been flooded, forcing us to flee and sail our ships here. We will settle our first colony here, in these dead lands, because they suit our organisms in a best way possible. Thus the nation of Ardorium will be created, becoming our first home since the expulsion from Praecantaria. I hope that our relations with you, nations of this continent, will be of friendship and union, but be warned; all those who stand in our way will end their lives in doomed hell. I am looking forward to our negotiations and will expect your ambassadors soon enough." ___________________________________________________________________________________________________
Nation: Ardorium People: The Ashborn Location: Badlands Strengths: Fire magic (if magic is allowed, I promise to try not to come up with anything OP), dead/ash lands (no vegetation), advantage against mechanisms. Weaknesses: Water, vegetation-filled lands, snowy mountains.
(If parts of this are somehow not suitable due to the rules, please tell me, I'll change what is needed.) |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.06 03:39:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I know this thread has gotten long but you're gonna want to at least check everything in the index. The game has changed drastically and what was once believed to be the Badlands belongs to me. The Scorched Lavania however is unclaimed and seems perfect for your nation. The game is now more player-centric than nation-centric. So like I said check the index and try to catch up on recent events. Glad to finally see a new nation arrive to Dustia.
OOC: I see and apologize for the inconvenience. I tried to follow the index, but there seemed to me too much content; moreover, I later figured that a new people on the continent shouldn't know much about the history, since we are arriving only now. And "Unclaimed Badlands" confused me as well.
Once again, sorry about that, I will settle on Scorched Lavania and will edit my post accordingly. And can our characters still be the rulers of the nations, or should we be just members of it? |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.06 04:03:00 -
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OOC: Thanks for clarifying! Now, since I'm the ruler of a newly arrived nation... //End of OOC
As Nexhawk oversaw the construction of his first settlement on Lavania, a thought pierced his mind. He murmured several words, and his augmented voice echoed over Dustia once more.
"I would also like for any ruler on this continent to speak with me on the aspect of history of this land. You see, it would be much beneficial to know what is going on around here, but, unfortunately, my men have no way of knowing the geography of this place, thus causing our exploration of these waters to last for months, at the very least."
Nexhawk cleared his throat and continued. "Therefore, I urge you to make contact, since you should know much better how to reach the land we are settling in. My hopes are that next time I will speak to any member of your nations directly." |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.06 13:27:00 -
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Nexhawk sttod on a large hill and observed the construction of Spodium, the first city of the Ashborn since the flight from devastated Praecantaria. He looked around as cone-shaped buildings made from lava and obsidian rose among the ash wastes and smelled tiny cinders in the air, which reminded him of home his people were deprived of long ago. Painful memories flooded Nexhawk's mind, as his gaze turned to the events of his last day on Praecantaria... ___________________________________________________________________________________________________
Veneficus stood up and proclaimed in anger, "We have to turn the tide of the war now!"
The Council of Ashflame was gathered once again in the Core, the giant sphere serving as the capital of Abismonus, this time to determine the course of action in the ever-going war against the Hydromancers. The Council was divided; half of its members claimed that the front had to be pushed further into the enemy lands, thus gaining the initiative. Their main reasoning consisted of recent scout reports that stated a large gathering of Water Conjurers near the northern border of Abismonus, right next to the main battlefront.
Nexhawk, among other half of the Council, was willing to strengthen the borders and continue trying to repel the invading forces. He got on his feet and said, looking straight at Veneficus, "And what will your push bring us? Can you assure that our mages will not be defeated the first moment they step into the enemy lands? I can tell you that this will most likely happen. Right now everything we can do is send more men to the border, thus increasing our chanced to gain victory and send Hydromancers back."
Another member, Ignatus, sprang to his feet and pointed at Nexhawk. "Why don't we just give them what they are vying for? The artefact is useless for every nation on this continent, there is no other half here! Just hand them over the cursed item and be done with it!"
Nexhawk swiftly ran toward Ignatus and grabbed the smaller man. "How dare you..."
At the same time, something in the air felt amiss.
Strange apprehension filled the Council members. Nexhawk released Igantus and rushed to the exit, all other warlocks trailing after him.
When they went outside, entire Abismonus sprawled in their view, for it was located in the valley beneath the Core. And there, at the northern border... Something grand was happening.
At that moment, the large group of Hydromancers scouts told about formed a circle. All of them raised their hands and sang an incantation, causing the air to tremble with the power of their voices.
The earth started to crack.
The whole continent of Praecantaria was splitting in half right along the line of the battlefront. And from the fissure, a tremendous wave rose and loomed ominously over Abismonus.
Nexhawk watched the rising water in terror and realised he could do nothing. His people, despite having magical powers, did not possess the gift of clairvoyance, thus being unable to witness neither past nor future. And now they would pay dearly for not foreseeing this event.
As the gigantic wave started rolling across Abismonus, Nexhawk quickly created the barrier of flame, shielding himself and the Core. He shouted to other members of the Council to channel the spell with him in order to increase the intensity. Meanwhile, everyone watched hopelessly as the Abismonus was being flooded. The cities of obsidian were washed and destroyed momentarily by the wave; the ever-burning fires of their country were doused by the conjured water.
When the wave passed around the shielded Core and plunged into the mountains to the south of Abismonus, the entire nation was in ruins. The ashlands turned into dead swamps, and the air was filled with poisonous water vapour. There was no hope for the people that could not be shielded by Nexhawk's spell. He observed sorrowfully the destruction left in the wave's wake, and anger shook him as he saw Hydromancers stepping on his lands.
They will not get what they are coming for.
Nexhawk ordered his fellow warlocks to cast a spell sending the Core flying to the western coast. The other men did not object, for his leadership was accepted with respect immediately. Once the Core was hanging above the water, the obsidian-made ships were lowered down, and Nexhawk, along with former members of the now dispersed Council and other survivors, looked gloomily in the direction of their destroyed nation. He could only hope the Ashborn would find a new home soon enough. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________
Something interrupted Nexhawk's trail of painful memories. He felt the air shimmer with magic, but it was not of his kind. Nexhawk closed his eyes and concentrated, probing the surroundings with his magical senses. Soon enough, he felt a powerful being that would soon set foot upon the island of Lavania. And with that, a sudden realisation stroke him.
He is coming. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 00:58:00 -
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Nexhawk was sitting on his throne in the recently built Grand Hall of Spodium and pondering about the person whose presence he felt so profoundly.
The trace of his magic could not be mistaken for anything. Whoever that person might be, his powers are strong, maybe rivalling those of my own. But here, on this new land? The scholars of Praecantaria did not find any other sources of magic on the entire world... Then who is he?
Nexhawk looked up, struck by a revelation, his fiery eyes wide open. Could he be... one of the Exiled? The notion seems quite possible; no one knows where they went after being sent away... In that case, the question would be: How many of them are here?
Somehow, through an untraceable series of vague musings, thoughts whirling in Nexhawk's head took a different course.
Hydromancers, those monsters! Catching us unprepared and wiping out almost an entire nation just like that... not even because of the enmity, but just for one little item that is right now useless to everyone! And they didn't even manage to get it... This deed, which has caused many lives of the Ashborn to be lost for nothing, must be met with justice!
Nexhawk looked around the room, his fists now clenching with anger, and his eyes burning with deep hatred.
Maybe, whichever nations reside here could potentially help... No, it can't be possible, for the shroud of Praecantaria repels everyone who was not attuned to magic on the continent itself. Unless, of course, every living being on this land was born there, which is most unikely...
At that time, his thoughts were interrupted as Veneficus entered the Hall. Both men walked towards each other and clasped their hands. Nexhawk smiled and greeted Veneficus, "Thank you for coming, my friend."
Veneficus replied warmly, "It is my honor, Nexhawk. Now, what did you call me for?"
Nexhawk started pacing the room. "I ask you to send two ships to explore this new land. Let them sail in different directions in order to learn more about the territory and its nations." He turned to Veneficus and suggested, "Order the phoenix handlers to provide two eggs for each expedition in order to keep contact between themselves and Spodium."
Veneficus nodded, "Will do", and headed to the door. At the exit, though, he turned around and knowingly gazed at Nexhawk. "You think the other half is here?"
Nexhawk grinned, "I do. Something tells me we will find it among these lands. I may be mistaken, of course, but it never hurts to search."
After Veneficus left, Nexhawk sat back on his throne and protruded an object from one of his belt pouches. It was a golden hemisphere decorated with ancient markings that glowed with a light blue color. Nexhawk admired the handiwork, traced one of the symbols with his finger, and placed the object back into the pouch.
OOC: So, basically, the nations of Praecantaria created a barrier in order to isolate themselves from "mortals", who do not wield magic, and their affairs, potentially due to some events in the continent's ancient history. Also, could it be that Dustia is home to another half of the secret artifact in Nexhawk's possession? |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 01:26:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I was under the impression that the world is called Dustia. Dustia is not a single continent.
OOC: Oh, my apologies for the misunderstanding. Apparently, I misread some earlier posts, my bad.
I meant the main continent next to the Scorched Lavania. Also, are Lavania and Badlands considered continents as well, or are they large islands? |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 01:30:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:I believe these landmasses are indeed full continents. Might take you a while to populate the whole thing.
OOC: I imagine. And is there a set name for the central continent? Couldn't find it anywhere. Great, finally the Ashborn will receive some answers. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 01:39:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:No name actually. You have Lavania, I have the Badlands, which is called Diyad, The Logipriest nation is really war torn and scavengers generally roam that area now. Besides that the middle continent has yet to receive a name.
OOC: Do I understand correctly that, of all Logipriests, only Conyr is on the central continent? Are all other Logipriests in their jungle home? |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:47:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: The other logipriests are...gone. Conyr is the last and he is indeed on the central continent, last seen in the city of Venezzia. As far as I know, no has laid claim to the Eastern coastline of the central continent, if you feel like more aggressive colonisation later on. Also, name suggestion for the central continent: Mediterra
OOC: Alright, in that case I have plans for the second half of Nexhawk's artifact to maybe turn up among the jungles where Logipriests lived earlier. And, if I understood correctly, Conyr is heading to Lavania, so maybe he will show Nexhawk the way to his home.
Also, Mediterra seems to be a fine name. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 22:52:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) i'd just like to say, nexhawk that your idea for a race is really unique. Don't know why i say that now, jist thought you should know (ooc)
//OOC: Thanks Brutus. Somehow, mage-type characters have always appealed to me, and in most RPGs, my first choice would be playing as a mage. I guess that's why I've decided to introduce my race as the Ashborn.
By the way, the introduction of your character (a giant!) really surprised me and seems even more unique. Not only that, but you did an amazing job fleshing him out quite deeply in the emotional aspect. //End of OOC\\ |
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.07 23:27:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) i'd just like to say, nexhawk that your idea for a race is really unique. Don't know why i say that now, jist thought you should know (ooc) //OOC: Thanks Brutus. Somehow, mage-type characters have always appealed to me, and in most RPGs, my first choice would be playing as a mage. I guess that's why I've decided to introduce my race as the Ashborn. By the way, the introduction of your character (a giant!) really surprised me and seems even more unique. Not only that, but you did an amazing job fleshing him out quite deeply in the emotional aspect. //End of OOC\\ (Ooc) thank you! I like the introduction you had as well. Powerful, anwe could probably sit here all day and compliment each other each other but i assume not everyone wants to read that. (Ooc)
//OOC: True, true. Right now I'm waiting for either Conyr or Dyadians (if nothing else breaks) to show up on Lavania...
Also, a question for everyone: did any of you recount the history of your nation completely somewhere along the way? I browsed most of the pages and found only bits and pieces. What I'm leading to is that the artifact's purpose, partially, could be the observations and storage of every nation's history and progress, and, if found, it could be a chance for everyone to expand on their history thoroughly. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.08 03:06:00 -
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//OOC:
@Thanatos: Well, if what I think of is implemented in the story, the recovered artifact should be able to recount any nation's history regardless of their isolation. Moreover, don't forget that the barrier will still have to be bypassed by an unknown method. If the artifact is found eventually, I might shed some light on its creation in the history of the Ashborn.
@Xavier: Make sure the dwarf king brings his book with him.
//End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.08 20:26:00 -
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//OOC: @Vyzion: I'd expect as much. However, I believe the leader of the Ashborn might know something that will persuade Conyr to help. @Alixenus: Take your time, I think a long time will pass until the artifact will be found. @Thanatos: Well, it can be possible that the artifact is of ancient technology that might've even come from the gods... Moreover, if you'd allow it, it would be a nice chance for you to uncover some, if not all, of your nation's backstory. Also, does anyone know what happened to Sandromin?
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.08 20:56:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Have no idea what he's doing right now. Sandmen are a peculiar bunch. ANyway what I'm trying to say is that I did have somethings about my nation's backstory that I've been waiting to reveal, that I would be fine doing so using your artifact. It's just that the blackout period is less important and I'd rather talk about it at my own pace. That's all. I didn't want you to think that I was totally against that.
//OOC: Ok, I see what you mean, sorry if any misunderstandings have been caused. Anyways, any information on when approximately are Diyadians bound to arrive on Lavania? //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.08 22:37:00 -
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//OOC: @Thanatos: Ok, I'm eager to see whom you are going to pick up. @Xavier: Wouldn't it make sense to have the Ashborn interact with all the other nations, possibly even starting to look for the second half of the cryptic artifact? //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk strolled around Spodium with intent of watching how his people were assimilating to the new land. The views pleased him; the homes were already built, and most of the Ashborn were getting used to living on Lavania fairly quickly, thanks to the fact that the weather was quite similar to that of their home. Nexhawk passed several children who played happily with a couple of phoenix hatchlings, shooting little fireballs for the birds to catch.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on his shoulder. Nexhawk swiftly turned around and found his sister. "Hi, Igniris!", he exclaimed. Although her black-and-red hood and ashen hair covered most of her face, sorrow emanating from her eyes did not escape Nexhawk. "What troubles you so deeply?"
Igniris shot a glance at the children and replied, "Look around, Nexhawk. These children, they are the last generation of the Ashborn that was born on Praecantaria. You know even better than I do what this means for our people. Every mage born here, on this foreign land", she kicked a volcanic stone with her foot, "will not be attuned to our home."
"I know, sister." Nexhawk's gaze followed the children with sadness.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Igniris' eyes were now burning with anger, and the first fiery tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Surely you were planning to return, some day! We cannot just sit here and let those monstrosities, those...", she struggled to mutter the word before blurting it out, "... those Hydromancers roam our lands! Their filthy hands might be digging through ruins of our cities and villages right now, desecrating all those who perished at their horrifying spell! Surely you won't this go unavenged? Surely you..."
She collapsed, short of breath, and her head fell on Nexhawk's chest. He kept her from sliding down and whispered, "I know you are in deep pain, Igniris. But we can't turn time back in its tracks, and what happened can't be undone."
Igniris looked up at him and murmured, "Our parents, Nexhawk... Their souls will be waiting for you to exact revenge. This is your duty now, but there is no visible way to fulfil it. The barrier will not let us."
Nexhawk's eyes began to tear as well, but he brushed them off. "If it isn't possible to find a solution for bypassing the barrier for our future generations, then I will not risk those who fled Praecantaria to return there again, just to be defeated by the Hydromancers once more. You know our parents wouldn't approve of that. However, I promise you, if there is any opportunity for us to breach the shroud and let those born here to come to Praecantaria with us, I will not hesitate to use it. You can be certain of that."
He looked up, watching the phoenix riders circle the perimeter of Spodium. "But, please, understand that, if nothing can be done, we'll have to leave the notion at that."
Igniris lifted her head and nodded. "I understand this, brother. Thank you." She hesitated and then asked one more question. "So, you are willing to give up on the prophecy as well, correct?"
Nexhawk chuckled. "It didn't specify the continent on which the artifact will be assembled. And my intuition tells me we will find the second half here, on this or neighbouring continents."
His sister's eyes lit with hope. "If it is to be found here, maybe it will also show the way to return." She started to walk away, casting a final glance at him.
"Yes, Igniris. Maybe it will," Nexhawk muttered, watching her recede into ashen air. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.08 22:53:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Man Nexhawk way to show off on every single post lol. Anyway I need to see where Brutus is and Sandromin needs to respond to my proposals, and make some himself if need be. Then I can do my thing and we can get rolling.
//OOC: Yeah, lol, have to develop my character and show his situation. Also, I have doubts now if Conyr is heading to Lavania or just roaming around, away from everybody... Vyzion, could you possibly shed some light on that? |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.09 18:32:00 -
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Myanus Dude wrote:Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Not quite. I still need to do a few more things... Maybe a little entrance from a special someone? (wink wink) <-------- Frome this guy,
//OOC: Nice, can't wait what you'll come up with. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.09 21:07:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Oh, and by the way, we're the...
SECOND MOST POPULAR THREAD ON THESE FORUMS! The only thread above us is STB/SVER recruitment. Please keep in mind I'm excluding announcements from the developers.
ALSO, where do I start reading from? I was at where Thanatos was in the building first. I think it's like page 21?
//OOC: Well, I entered the thread right at the beginning of page 24. I think your last reply was somewhere at the end of page 23, so that could be the starting point.
Also, congratulations everyone! //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.03.09 22:52:00 -
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Vyzion Eyri wrote:OOC:
I'd just like to ask again, to all my fellow storytellers:
If you had to represent the essence of your nation, exactly what defines it, with a tree, which tree would it be?
I believe Brutus and Alixenus have already answered, but if guys you wish to change your decisions that's fine.
Thanks :)
//OOC: Does it have to be a real, existing tree, or could it be a fictional one? //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.09 23:09:00 -
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//OOC: Surely, I was just thinking whether I can choose trees that populated Praecantaria originally... Gladly, the Ashborn might have some seeds with them, so this won't be a problem. I have yet to think of a name, though.
And, Vyzion, can you elaborate on Conyr's intentions without spoiling anything serious? Should Nexhawk expect him to come to Lavania at some point or no? //End of OOC\\ |
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.03.10 01:08:00 -
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//OOC: Wow, my tree description will be much more trivial than yours, Thanatos. . It will be somewhat special for the Ashborn nonetheless. //End of OOC\\
After speaking with Igniris, Nexhawk's mind was on their ravaged home and nothing else. Lost in his thoughts, soon he found himself standing on the outskirts of Spodium, not far away from what seemed to be a plantation of sorts. However, it was, in fact, a soon-to-be forest of cendren trees, native to Abismonus and brought to Lavania by the Ashborn refugees.
Several mages could be seen tending to the dark red saplings growing from the ash soil. Once fully grown, the trees' bark would not be too different from the skin of the Ashborn; fiery cracks, caused by the volcanic ash, would divide the brown-and-grey surface of the tree trunks into a sieve of markings and lines. For the refugees, the trees were a symbol of home, a reminder of Abismonus and its loss, and a hope for beginning a new life on this unknown continent.
Nexhawk kneeled and gently touched one of the young cendren, causing the leaves to shimmer and send several fiery sparks into the air. He grinned upon finding it ironic that the home his people have lost, which cendren now symbolised, would be most likely returned with the help of the mysterious magician, who, Nexhawk was almost certain, was one of the Exiled.
//OOC: A little hint that, on Praecantaria, those Exiled had powers that had something to do with the trees. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.10 03:21:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Sandy just made me realize that this story has been having a severe lack of comic relief lately...
//OOC: I figure it's my fault. Having a nation completely banished from home under most terrible circumstances probably doesn't help, lol. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.03.10 12:13:00 -
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//OOC: Great map! But wouldn't it be easier to actually put the link into the index, so that no one would have to go to the third page?
@Vyzion: Oh well, it appears I mistook Conyr's intentions. Maybe, in that case, the two will meet on Mediterra, since Nexhawk will probably travel there to meet with the rest of the Assembly and the nations. Can't expect all of them to pay a visit to Ardorium, can I? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.10 18:14:00 -
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//OOC: If I may ask, please keep the book safe at least until Nexhawk interacts with Xavier directly. The Dark Arcaneum might be of utmost importance for the hidden prophecy of the Ashborn. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.11 02:24:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: If I may ask, please keep the book safe at least until Nexhawk interacts with Xavier directly. The Dark Arcaneum might be of utmost importance for the hidden prophecy of the Ashborn. //End of OOC\\ [OOC]Trust me when I say this, Nexhawk. Xavier will not lose the book. The book is his life. His essence. The knowledge it contains draws him. Lets him take any risk. He will keep the book. But will he keep his sanity? That my friend, we will find out shortly...[/OOC]
//OOC: Would certainly hope so, that's why I always become apprehensive when reading a situation that may cause potential dangers. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.11 16:35:00 -
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//OOC: ^And so one of my ideas for the artifact's history is ninja'd. No matter, I think I see a workaround route. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.14 03:02:00 -
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Just as Nexhawk entered Spodium, a young phoenix appeared in the distance and flew toward him, carrying a roll if paper in its beak. The hatchling then sat on Nexhawk's right shoulder and dropped the roll on his palm. Nexhawk patted the bird's fiery feathers and unrolled the letter, which was signed by the captain of one of the ships that were sent to explore nearby lands.
Greetings, Nexhawk!
After several days passed since our departure from Spodium, our ship has finally sailed closely to new land to the west of our first colony. It appears to be separated from the territory we've settled in. On this new continent, what, I suspect, it is, we've seen yet nothing but deserts and small villages that were seemingly away from the shore. Knowing your desire to explore as much of this part of the world as possible, we continued our journey. It seems that we are reaching fertile lands right now as I write this, but, once again, there are no port cities in sight right now. That's why I'm not certain we'll make first contact with any nation of this continent fairly soon.
Ignatus, captain of the "Embershard"
Nexhawk took a small quill out of one of his pouches and wrote a short reply on the back of the sheet.
Ignatus,
Continue sailing around the uncovered continent. Upon passing the first port, dock there and introduce yourselves from my name. Once this happens, send me a message immediately, and I'll arrive without hesitation.
Nexhawk.
While Nexhawk was rolling the letter and putting it into the phoenix's beak, another hatchling, arriving from an opposite direction, landed on Nexhawk's left shoulder and gawked, releasing another letter into Nexhawk's hands. Nexhawk started reading this letter as well.
My lord,
The first several days of our journey have been most uneventful. After traveling north from Spodium and around the continent we've settled on, our ship has set the course due northwest. We've sailed for days without seeing any land, until, two days earlier, a delta of some sorts has been encountered. It appeared to be the place of meeting of waters that washed three landmasses: an apparent continent to the southwest, an island to the southeast, and a larger island to the northwest.
On the continent, nothing could be seen except for tall mountains, which probably cover the northeastern coast completely. The smaller island seems to be a location of at least one ancient city. It's general architecture was unfamiliar to us, but some elements could be found on Praecantaria before. There was no way of telling whether the city was populated or not, so we decided to sail further.
I hope that you will be please to read about our findings on the second island. Its side that is facing us is mountainous in origin, but the mountains are not as tall as the continental ones and reveal lush jungles behind. As soon as our ship moved into the strait between the continent and this island, the entire crew felt something never experienced before; a trace of unknown magic that we didn't meet on Praecantaria. According to your descriptions, we've assumed the traces to be of Life Masters' art. If this is true, then we've truly found what we were looking for!
Right now our ship is anchored in the beforementioned strait, and we await further instructions.
Your faithful servant, Cenizar, captain of "Pathburner"
Nexhawk smiled as he finished reading, flipped the sheet and wrote on the back:
To the captain of "Pathburner",
Truthfully, Cenizar, these are grandiose news! Keep sailing around the newly found island and look for a place to dock and leave your ship safely. Once done so, make a camp on the landing spot and start searching for anything that could've potentially hint at the Life Masters' presence: temples, cities, shrines, crypts, and what not. Report to me upon any such discovery.
Nexhawk, the Fiery Lord
Nexhawk rolled the letter, handed it to the second phoenix, fed several cendren leaves to both hatchlings, and sent them off to carry the replies to the ships. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________
As, during the course of wondrous events in Venezzia, kind Thanatos of Diyad unveiled his presence, Nexhawk felt a surge of unknown power overwhelming him for a moment. Itsorigin was unknown, but, when the feeling passed, he could swore it was somehow associated with death itself.
//OOC: Sorry for such long read, but I got carried away writing those letters. Hopefully, geographical description will give you an idea where the ships are right now. Also, Vyzion, if you don't like where the entire Life Masters thing is going, just say it, and I'll try to provide explanation for why their presence was felt on Logipriests' homeland. //End of OOC\\
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Remember Nexhawk, technically this is still the day your first contact us. Just a reminder so you don't stray too far ahead. I will be with you soon. Edit: Also if someone ever says YOLO, refer them to my character....
//OOC: Actually, I accidentally forgot about this fact while writing the letters, since on Spodium it is still the same day as well. I guess I'll edit the mentions of "days" and change them to "hours". That would potentially make sense, because fire mages can use a specific type of spells to propel their ships on water. //End of OOC\\ |
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Veneficus was passing by when Nexhawk grimaced and rubbed his head for a second, overwhelmed by the hidden presence. He rushed to Nexhawk's side and inquired, "What happened? Did you feel something, Nexhawk?"
Nexhawk looked up at Veneficus and nodded. "Something... strange revealed itself, Veneficus. I felt an unknown aura as if it washed over me like a giant wave."
Veneficus recoiled, and his countenance became one of nervousness. "Did the Hydromancers come here?"
"No, no, that wasn't their magic. The aura stank of death, the very essence of it. But, mind you, it was not one of the Deathlords." Nexhawk looked around confusedly. "It was a trace of indistinguishable magic, one certainly not native to Praecantaria. And whoever this person I felt might be, he or she resides here, either on our or one of the neighboring continents."
"I see," replied Veneficus. "My wishes are that we will learn more about this unknown power in a peaceful way."
"Yes," Nexhawk agreed. "I certainly hope so." |
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//OOC: Darn, things are escalating pretty quickly at the Assembly. I have to say, I feel a bit jealous because Nexhawk is not directly involved in these events. //End of OOC\\ |
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Darn, things are escalating pretty quickly at the Assembly. I have to say, I feel a bit jealous because Nexhawk is not directly involved in these events. //End of OOC\\ (Ooc) some day(ooc)
//OOC: Hopefully. I wonder if Vyzion is going to leave a post in this thread anytime soon, we haven't really heard anything about Conyr for a while. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Terribly sorry to hear that, Thanatos. Do not fall in despair and, like Brutus said, stay strong. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk and Veneficus walked together to the Grand Hall of Spodium, when they spotted another phoenix hatchling flying towards them from the northwest. The bird bore a letter, which Nexhawk took without hesitation when the phoenix landed on his shoulder. He read:
There is a disturbance in the air, Nexhawk. I can't place its origin just yet, but we seem to be fairly close.
Ignatus
Nexhawk wrote with his quill on the back of the letter:
Ignatus,
Try to locate the source of the disturbances. If it is reachable for your crew, land and investigate the origin.
Keep me informed, Nexhawk
Veneficus scratched his head in confusion as Nexhawk finished the reply. "Do you know what this means?"
Nexhawk shook his head. "Not yet, Veneficus. We do not know much about these continents and have no idea about the artifacts located here and the such. We also know nothing about technological advances of the people who reside here, and what dangers they could possibly pose to us." He handed the letter to the young phoenix, who snatched it with his beak and flew off.
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Are the Ferals the result of a bio-weapon or magic?
//OOC: Actually, I'd also like to know that. If Brutus points toward necromancy, I believe Nexhawk will have some answers regarding their existence, when the time comes.
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//OOC: Thanatos, please accept my sincerest condolences. I'm glad that this here is something that gives you positive thoughts during such times. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Alexinus, it was an excellent post! Homeric techniques certainly benefited your tale. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Alexinus, I certainly hope so. I've already prepared a long post about the Ashborn delegation's entrance in Venezzia in case things start to roll in faster without Nexhawk's presence. The book, after all, is quite valuable to his search. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: @Thanatos - Sure, keep them coming. I also hope that, during future interactions, my character will reveal more about Fate and the Dark Arcanum, specifically its origins... Praecantaria is not godless, you know. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Wow, Xavier. Just wow.
And thank you, Alexinus. Certainly, war would not be in the Ashborn's best interest. //End of OOC\\
Cenizar watched calmly as the unknown ships surrounded the Pathburner and gathered into a military formation of sorts. Thoughts of the entire armada trying to attack one seemingly helpless ship summoned a smirk on his face. He knew, however, that Nexhawk would not approve of fighting during the first interactions with the inhabitants of the nearby continent. Cenizar scribbled a short letter on a sheet of parchment:
We've made first contact with the fleet of a local nation in the strait that I've mentioned to you in my last letter.
Cenizar
He gave the note to the phoenix bird sitting on his shoulder. The hatchling readily snatched the letter and flew off to distant Spodium.
Meanwhile, Cenizar cleared his throat and lifted his hands, casting a spell that would project his voice over the entire armada. When he spoke, every single Venezzian sailor, warrior, and refugee could hear him perfectly.
"I greet you, denizens of these lands! My name is Cenizar, and I am the captain of this ship that has been sent by our glorious leader, Nexhawk, to explore these continents much closer. You most certainly have heard of our arrival during the Fiery Lord's speech, undoubtedly. I can assure you that the Ashborn mean to harm to the you if you do not mean any to us."
Cenizar looked around. He saw faces gazing at him from the towering ships of the armada and knew that the words had brought the desired effect.
"Now, I would be very much eager to meet with the admiral of your fleet so that we could discuss not only the first interactions between our nation of Ardorium and yours, but also our ship's passage to this island that you have just taken your people from."
Cenizar lowered his voice so that only the Ashborn on his ship could hear the words. "Be prepared to conjure the Orb, if they turn hostile." _________________________________________________________________________________________________
Several tens of miles away from the city of Venezzia, Ignatus could not believe his senses. He paced the Embershard in confusion and summoned one of the Ashborn to wake up the phoenix messenger. The crew member returned shortly with a small brown egg that had, similarly to Ashborn's skin, cinder cracks along its surface. Ignatus whispered two words and touched the egg with his index finger.
Next moment, the egg cracked open, and the fiery bird sprang out of it, awoken. Ignatus nodded in satisfaction and handed a short letter that was written a minute ago. The phoenix, being an intelligent species, flew due southeast faster than usual, understanding the urgency of the message.
The book has disappeared! |
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Well what song would befit a grizzled soldier-come-statesman like Alixenus? Something bombastic like a marching song or something?
//OOC: I think a marching song with some nobility would really suit you.
I, on the other hand, can't think of anything right now. The song has to be from that album, hasn't it? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Not sure... I have an image more of a wide and knowledgable people that utilize the magic for their goals...
Considering one of Nexhawk's ultimate goals which may be disclosed during the future events, I would say that the following would do: Album: Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace (some of the songs, although not all, also connotate with the Ashborn) Song: The Pretender
By the way, a side note: the Ashborn themselves will not react happily to being called "Pyromancers". And I'm waiting for your reply, Alexinus. //End of OOC\\ |
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Cenizar warned his men not to take any rushed actions as the strangers climbed aboard the Pathburner. He sought to maintain peaceful relations with the fleet for the time being.
"I am quite pleased to meet you, Knight-Commander.As I have already conveyed to you," he began, while several Ashborn smirked invisibly by his side, "my name is Cenizar, and I lead this expedition. This ship comes from the distant continent that lies to the southeast of this point, from our city of Spodium. We've been sent by our Ashborn leader, Nexhawk, to explore the nearby lands and make contacts with the local nations. Upon encountering this island, we saw much interest in investigating its surface. Thus, my crew will gladly wait for the ending of your undoubtedly important operations and then proceed to land on the island."
"Meanwhile," Cenizar spread his arms in an inviting gesture, "it would be of high significance for the Ashborn, and our Fiery Lord in particular, to learn more about this continent as a whole, the Venezzian Republic you are affiliated with, and your leader Alexinus. If it doesn't burden you, I would be rather eager to hear about all of this, for, in order to maintain close relations with the native nations, we have to obtain knowledge of these lands and its denizens. I'm sure you understand." |
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Cenizar considered Stocessco's offer. "I would certainly be glad to perform a trading exchange of this kind, but, unfortunately, this ship was meant purely for explanation, and we did not take anything that would be potentially of value to you. Unless..." He squinted, looking behind him at the fellow crew members. Several of the Ashborn understood his intent and nodded confidently.
Cenizar turned back to the Venezzians with a smile. "What we can do, though, is to take twenty of your swords and other weapons and weave the magic of the flame into your steel, ensconcing it in the fire that will be safe for you and quite harmful for your enemies. We would easily finish the procedure by the time all of your people get back from that island on your ships. In the mean time, I would also like to discuss the possibility of the meeting of our leaders. I am sure they both would receive much from that gathering; Alexinus would be able to learn more about our people in general, while the Hawk of Burning Death would be rather interested in acquiring information about the history of these lands and the recent events that |
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Shortly after receiving letters from the both ships, Nexhawk was both excited and troubled. The first interactions that Cenizar now had with the Venezzians could be the beginning of desirable cooperations between Ardorium and the local nations. The worries, on the other hand, came from the fact that the Dark Arcanum disappeared from Ignatus' senses, as if its bearer was teleported somewhere far away.
His thoughts were interrupted, as Nexhawk felt a sudden presence reveal itself. The source was certainly not on this continent, and his intuition told him it was located in the city that Ignatus stationed his Embershard nearby. The most intriguing thing was that the presence was almost... native to what an Ashborn would emanate around him. Yet the distant aura was not of his kin, although it was extremely similar.
Nexhawk gladly noticed that the phoenix from Embershard did not yet fly off. Instead, the bird was chewing on cendren leaves and patiently waiting for him to send a reply to Ignatus. Nexhawk scribbled a quick note for the captain of Embershard to visit the city, which they've observed for so long, and look for this fellow who, apparently, has been given the Gift of the Ashflame only very recently. |
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Just as Sandromin was attempting to use his newly found powers on Thanatos, two shadowy figures watched the gathering from a distance. They were invisible to mortal eye, and their voices could be heard by none but themselves. The first figure, although ghostly in appearance, could be seen by the other as wearing golden and orange robes. The man's head bore a circlet that hosted a single bright gem that sat on his forehead; the gem was enveloped in pure burning radiance. His interlocutor was draped in green cloak and shimmered with emerald waves and bloomings. The aura exuded from the figure bore a distinct sense of life and nature itself.
None of the passing citizens, and not even Thanatos and Sandromin, could see or hear the two companions, and the latter focused all their attention solely on the meeting of three leaders. Their conversation's topic was directed specifically at one member of the gathering.
"He seems to be a brave one, probably even too brave for a mortal. His foolishness did not cost him anything right now just because of his own luck. Do you still think it was necessary?" questioned the man in green.
"I believe so, yes," his partner replied. "Despite how foolish he may be, the powers given to him will be the necessary foundation for his bravery and actions, once trained sufficiently."
"But who is going to train him, Sol'Krin? You can't possibly rely on the Ashborn at this moment! Their settlement is extremely far away from this place, and they have yet to make some sort of contact with this Assembly," the first man asked skeptically.
Sol'Krin answered with confidence. "Nexhawk already knows. I made sure of that when the Gift of the Ashflame has been granted. At this very moment, a phoenix bird is bearing a letter to the Ashborn ship stationed near this city with orders to meet the gifted one. So you do not need to worry, Ani'Lokh."
Ani'Lokh's troubled countenance did not appear to alter. "And what are your motives, Sol'Krin? What do you desire to accomplish by unprecedentally granting the gift of magic to someone not native to Praecantaria?"
"Nexhawk will need him in order to recover the Eye."
Ani'Lokh widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Don't you think that it is exactly what Nak'Sora would want? After all, the Eyes were initially created by her hands, and there is no guarantee her corruption did not spread to them."
Sol'Krin grinned. "I believe in the Hawk of Burning Death and trust his motives. His willpower is incredibly strong, and she will have to work incredibly hard in order to break it. However, none of this will be even possible if you do not guide that boy of yours, Conyr, to meet Nexhawk. He is still a crucial piece in the puzzle, just like our new-born Mage is."
"Well, with your help of getting that coin to reach Conyr, I might be able to accomplish just that. And such a nice trick you've performed with the essences! Since you are willingly helping my prodigal children, I think I will fulfill my end of the bargain," smiled Ani'Lokh, his spirits definitely lifting.
His companion nodded. "This will be all that is needed from you at this moment. After it is done, we will just have to stay back and observe."
//OOC: New gods! Or maybe some of them aren't so new...
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//OOC:
@Sandromin: Hmm, if you are saying that everyone can utilize magic while some choose not to, it would probably make sense that there were much more magic-wielding persons on Mediterra, wouldn't it? Praecantaria is one of the primary sources of magic in the land, and thus everyone born there is attuned to the magic. Hence you have such people as the Ashborn and the Hydromancers where every single person utilizes magic. So why, if magic would be accessible to every person, everyone and their dog would use it on Praecantaria, while everyone (except for very few) would shy from it on Mediterra?
In Sandromin's case, for the mentioned reasons, I initially thought that the radiant aura has been given to him, basically, after Freedom visited Sandromin and gave him the vision. Otherwise, for the aforementioned reasons, it would be too strange to have him discover his powers only now, after one of the gods visited him and basically granted him new abilities. This was, really, my reasoning when I wrote the post, so if you have different ideas on the matter, please share them.
P.S. Yeah, sorry about the Mage-born, I just ran out of ideas to indicate Sandromin by anything else instead of his real name... If I come up with anything, I promise to edit that.
P.S.S. And you were partially right; the conversation happened not only in Ashborn's tongue but in Praecantaric language in general. And sorry if the names are too hard to pronounce.
@Thanatos: They are gods, yes. And I guess I did not make it clear in my post, but the two figures were simply projections of sorts that could converse with each other and observe the surroundings. Consider them being... holograms, of sorts. For things like giving Sandromin vision and (if we agree on it) the gift of magic, a god would have to manifest more of his true self, that's why Thanatos felt it when he spoke with Sandromin after the transformation.
Frankly, I was just too lazy to make up an additional location where the two gods would meet in their true selves, but maybe I should've done that. Here, though, they are just two shadows of themselves and don't resemble their true power in any way. Do you think Thanatos would still feel that? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: @Sandromin, only Ashborn have affinity to fire; different Praecantarian nations have powers over different elements. And, as I've mentioned before, it seems very strange to me that there are no magic users whatsoever, except Sandromin, even because of the history with the necromancers and the such.
This is why I would also like everyone else's take on this topic. Would it be more logical to have literally everyone being able to use magic, whole no one on Mediterra actually wants to? Or should it originate in few select places, such as Praecantaria, and cause everyone there to be attuned to magic? Personally, I think this is a question that can only be truly resolved by total decision, not arguing between me and you, Sandromin. //End of OOC\\ |
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Sandromin Hes wrote:And yes, I realize magic is a very VERY lacking subject here... we need to start discussing some treatises on it, so let me begin:
1) Anyone can use it, but it takes exceptional practice and time for humanoids to use it. 2) Some races (which usually is specified upon introduction) just have a natural affinity to it. 3) The Vision does not qualify as traditional magic; rather it is a special ability provided by higher powers. 4) Everyone has an aura unless they're a dirty goblin. Goblins have no ability to use magic. 4a) Auras typically dictate magic type, affinity, and ability to use magic of any given purpose 4b) Auras are a natural trait.
//OOC: I will follow the same format and provide my stance on theory of magic's origins in Dustia.
1) Magic pours forth out of several sources located throughout the world. Those born next to such sources develop a natural affinity to magic. The sources can sometimes cover whole continents, like Praecantaria; other times, their coverage may be as small as a single forest. Note: It is very rare, but nevertheless possible, that a creature not next to the magic source can develop a natural ability in utilizing it. This phenomena can be explained due to the fact that magic is spread around the world, but is becoming considerably thinner further from its source. At times enough magic can accumulate in a certain place at a certain time, and then one person born there could be imbued with it. 2) I side with Brutus in the fact that a pact with a god might determine a race's affinity, except not to the magic overall, but to a certain type of magic. Examples: Ashborn - fire, Hydromancers - water, Storm men - lightning. 3) I have no problem with Vision being a special type of power given from above. 4) I'm perfectly fine with it. 4a) Auras, while dictating magic type of those attuned to it, can be altered through a pact from ancient times. In fact, if future events allow me, I plan to reveal how all races of Praecantaria came to rule over certain elements exactly through such pacts. 4b) Aura can be a natural trait, but its potency is greatly determined by the location of birth (near any sources of magic or no) or by powers given from higher entities.
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: 1) Magic is particularly strong in several locations with those born near them developing a magical affinity. That being said there's no magical source in Venezzia but we do get a Wizard or Witch every once in a while, often after they have practised for many years. 2) Siding with Brutus that God's might have a hand in this. 3) No problem with vision being a one off 4) There are Goblins now? I must enslave them to work on my ships! 4a) Abstaining from vote 4b) Abstaining from vote.
Also, I kinda feel like Venezzia is the poorer relation in this world. Due to accidently writing myself into a corner, we have almost no magic, so we're screwed if the AN or Fate pops up. We don't appear to be militarily superior to anyone, though our civvies seem only second to Brutus' people in martial prowess. We're clearly not the most advanced seeing as we're still relying on steel and sail. Our only pros seem to be in Trading, Diplomacy, Culture and accidently spawning the Diyadians. I don't know where this post was going, maybe I'm just insecure on some level about either my race or my writing skill, who knows?
//OOC: Well, your diplomatic and trading abilities may let you find strong allies who will protect you in the time of need.
And I'm waiting for what Stocessco will say now. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: @Sandromin - Fair enough. I should've mentioned that my aura characteristics were purely concerned with magic, but there surely can be other attributes.
@Xavier - Holy cow, that will be one helluva choice to make for me! But would it be the first meeting between Fate and Nexhawk, or could they have interacted before? (*a-la Thanatos* wink wink) //End of OOC\\ |
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Nexhawk wrote:@Xavier - Holy cow, that will be one helluva choice to make for me! But would it be the first meeting between Fate and Nexhawk, or could they have interacted before? (*a-la Thanatos* wink wink) //End of OOC\\ I would personally think this would be the first meeting, but it is your character, so do whatever sounds best to you. And also, could you please provide an accurate description of the Ashborn Capital? Xavier was going to spawn there, but I honestly don't know what it looks like, so I couldn't include it in my post.
//OOC: With pleasure. Since the Ashborn came to this part of the world only very recently, their new capital, Spodium, will not impress with exquisite grandeur. Despite this, it still has a considerable size.
In the center of the city you have the Great Hall, where Nexhawk spends his days ruling over Ardorium. Its appearance resembles a volcano: it is a large cone-shaped building seemingly carved from a mountain. Intricate arches and columns frame the Hall and look like flowing streams of fire. The building itself is pierced in endless burning cracks, but they form elegant shapes and patterns now.
Around the Great Hall and within the city boundaries is where citizens' houses are located. Generally, they resemble the Great Hall in shape, but are smaller and have a simpler design.
On Spodium's outskirts, you will find cendren plantations (as you remember, cendren is the symbol tree for Ashborn that came from Praecantaria). Right next to it, there are phoenix stables, where several Ashborn tend to both mature phoenixes and hatchlings. The birds encase themselves in their own egg when they fall asleep.
Sorry for a long description, but I hope you will find this useful when appearing in Spodium, Xavier. The rest I leave to your writing!
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After finishing the enchantment process, the Ashborn crew handed twenty weapons back to the Venezzians. The swords were ablaze, and deadly fire danced around their edges. However, their owners felt only confident warmth emanating from the blades, and that warmth gave them bravery and made them feel invincible against any enemy.
Meanwhile, Cenizar went to Stocessco with a word of farewell. "I thank you greatly, sir Stocessco. These maps will aid us greatly in our further explanation of Mediterra and her shores. Before we depart, and out ship lands next to this island, I would like to ask you to take this." Out of his pouch, he took a miniature elongated sphere, which looked very much like an artificial egg. "Give this to your leader. Upon opening this egg, a phoenix hatchling will heed the call and arrive to the opener. I place my greatest hopes that your ruler, Alixenus, will use this possibility to start regular communications between our two nations."
Cenizar turned around and looked at his crew. Every single Ashborn was now ready to sail. Cenizar smiled and bowed his head before Stossesco. "Now, I must bid you farewell. I hope this meeting will set foundations for a friendly relationship between the Venezzian Republic and Ardorium. Please know that my crew will be eternally grateful for your understanding and allowing us to peacefully continue our voyage."
As the Ashborn and Venezzians exchanged wishes of good journey, the latter exited the Pathburner and crosses the wooden bridges to their ships. Afterwards, the Venezzian armada slowly turned around and sailed toward the distant city of Venezzia, allowing the Pathburner to continue on its course. Cenizar gazed at the Ashborn on his ship and rubbed his hands. "Set sail!" he exclaimed, grinning. "We have an island to explore." |
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//OOC: Ok, so we skipped the night, right? I'm assuming that because Alixenus woke up after some sleep, and Brutus waited for the entire night. //End of OOC\\ |
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Ok, so we skipped the night, right? I'm assuming that because Alixenus woke up after some sleep, and Brutus waited for the entire night. //End of OOC\\ We interluded it.
//OOC: I'm asking mostly because I'm wondering where Sandromin is located right now. Is he still with Thanatos or someplace else? //End of OOC\\ |
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Ok, so we skipped the night, right? I'm assuming that because Alixenus woke up after some sleep, and Brutus waited for the entire night. //End of OOC\\ We interluded it. //OOC: I'm asking mostly because I'm wondering where Sandromin is located right now. Is he still with Thanatos or someplace else? //End of OOC\\ He is making a quick journey to Diyad, and then he'll be back at the Guild to begin the journey.
//OOC: Hmm... Can you tell his precise location, though?//End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Moreover, considering the current positioning of the Embershard, any aerial vehicle to Diyad would have to pass above it... That is why I would actually ask not to time-lapse that part and have Ignatus interrupt your little journey, if you allow me. //End of OOC\\ |
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Just as Thanatos started speaking to his companions, a thundering disembodied voice boomed through the ship, causing all passengers to jump in their seats.
"Excuse me for the interruption, fellow travelers! My name is Ignatus, and I am the captain of the ship you will be passing several minutes later. While it is understandable that your matters may be important, I would urge you to land your vehicle on the water next to our ship, the Embershard. There are several issues of utmost importance we need to discuss."
Astonished airship passengers rushed to the windows and exits and looked outside, searching for the source of the vociferous speech. What they saw was a moderate-size ship floating in the distance. It was pitch black, and its flags bore the symbol of three flames on the dark background. Sandromin, upon sticking his head out of the airship, saw several cloaked men watching his vehicle. His gaze fell upon the one who stood in the middle of the Embershard with his bare arms crossed, and Sandromin noticed with difficulty orange lines running along dark grey surface of his skin. Associations sprang in his mind. Fire. Ash. Wait a minute...
"Hold on!" he shouted against the wind to his companions and the airship crew members. "Those must be the Ashborn, mustn't they?" _________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Ignatus met Sandromin's gaze and nodded. And here is our gifted one.
//OOC: So I guess this is the time we decide on the origins of magic, lest much confusion and miscommunication will be caused during this conversation. Thanatos, Vyzion, and M'Kron, I believe we haven't heard from you on the matter yet. |
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Nexhawk experienced a jolt of senses passing through his body. He became overwhelmed with feelings right when the Dark Arcanum appeared within the borders of Spodium.
How could it possibly be...?
He rushed outside of the Grand Hall and saw a human - no, a dwarf! - steadily and confidently walking along the main street of the city. Nexhawk narrowed his eyes as he recognized the book that was the Dark Arcan, which the dwarf was carrying. Then his eyes widened at the astonishing sight of the book pulsating with primal, unharnessed magic. The dwarf himself, however, bore no signs of being attuned to magic in any way. Is this mortal really trying to use the book for his purposes?
Nexhawk rapidly paced toward the newcomer. Upon coming closer, however, he stopped dead in his tracks, for the dwarf's eyes were agleam with emerald hue. Nexhawk smirked at the realization and approached his guest. "Tell me, o mortal: for what purpose did Nak'Sora send you and the Dark Arcanum to me?"
The dwarf tilted his head to the side and glanced suspiciously at him. "I don't quite follow, for I have never met this Nak'Sora of yours."
Nexhawk laughed. "Oh, but you have. Nak'Sora is our name for one of the gods that rule over this world and many others. This name has many literal translations, such as the Hand of Guidance, the Keeper of Future, the Prophet of Time... But her most recent name," Nexhawk pressed his lips in sorrow, "is the Doomweaver. Here, in your language, though, she may be known simply as... Fate." |
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//OOC: Alixenus, I laughed at the birds remark. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk listened attentively as the dwarf talked about his mistress' desires. Mentions of Thanatos and his affiliation with death caused his mind to reminisce on one of the events of the day the Ashborn arrived on this continent.
Death... Was that the one whose presence was revealed so abruptly? "I do not know which of the gods you call Freedom, so this tells me almost nothing. I would like, however, to hear more about these three people whose names you've said. Who are they? Leaders of powerful nations? A band of odd heroes looking for an adventure?"
His gaze fell upon the book that the dwarf thumped several times. "And your mistress that you so obediently follow... What will make me think I can trust her motives? Where is the proof that she has cleansed herself of the corruption that befell here millennia ago? And tell me," Nexhawk crossed hands on his chest, "dwarf, whose name I don't even know - do you trust your Fate?" |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I forgot to add, Brutus is totally aboard the airship too! I promised to bring him to his lands personally.
//Thanatos, so what're gonna be your actions regarding the airship and the Embershard? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Nice, Brutus, very nice. //End of OOC\\
Needless to say, the Ashborn were quite startled when the giant fell on the Embershard from the sky. They recovered quickly, however, seeing how he didn't show any hostile intentions.
As the giant who called himself Brutus extended his hand, Ignatus readily shook it and greeted him. "Glad to meet you, Brutus! My name is Ignatus, and I am, as you can see," he spread his arms widely, "the captain of this ship. We have never seen any of your kind on Praecantaria, but heard much about giants and your homeland." With these words, Ignatus' face took a sorrowful expression. He almost whispered to Brutus, "Please know that I was extremely sorry to hear that the tragic events that happened to your home were done by the hands of the Deathlords, after they were banished from Praecantaria." |
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After telling Brutus about his condolences, Ignatus could not believe how convenient it was that the next man who appeared on the ship seemed to be the avatar of death itself. Albeit his aura radiated this powerful element around him, he was certainly not one of the Deathlords. No, it was something... completely different, as if the man was the manifestation of the element, not its corrupted wielder.
Many Ashborn felt the same and yet still casted suspicious, although unnoticed, glances at the purple-eyed man, but Ignatus understood the trustworthiness of his motives. He nodded, "I shall accept your proposal. And I hope you won't mind if I send a missive to my ruler with these news, so that he could join us." He gestured to one of his crew members, which hastily wrote a short letter and gave it to the phoenix messenger. As the bird flew away, Ignatus gave directions to his second-in-command to assume control of the ship. Then he turned to face the purple-eyed man. "I think I am ready to travel with you and your companions." He glanced upward, at the airship. "I would like you to note, however, that the Fiery Lord will find a way to wherever your vehicle will take us. Therefore, I would warn the guards of the country in your place, so that they would let him pass freely to the place where we will hold our discussions." |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Sorry it took so long but here it goes...
@Nexhawk: As for magick it would seem we've come to a consensus. It just sounded weird at first with all the talk of magick sources.
//OOC: Did we? I must've missed it somewhere. So, then, what does everyone agree on? That magic is only present at several sources? |
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//OOC: I have absolutely no problems with the last two points, but for the first one...
If I understood Alixenus correctly from his quote, "Magic is particularly strong in several locations with those born near them developing a magical affinity," he is for the sources theory. And, at least for me, it seems the most logical explanation as to why literally (there are actually no exceptions whatsoever) everyone on Praecantaria is able to and utilizes magic freely, but in Mediterra only very few do. No offense, but I feel like an extremely difficult learning process and history with necromancers is not really a viable excuse for the entire continent to shy away from magic. I may be mistaken, however, but this is my stance at this point. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: @Xavier - The New Eden and Amarr one? I grinned while reading that.
@Thanatos - I wouldn't mind you speaking as Fate, but please let me reply to her appearance firstly. And in regards to your previous post's last sentence, it is rare in itself that we have this thread thriving continuously, and everything else just follows naturally.
On the topic of magic: Well, I guess we can say that, for reasons unknown (at least for now), the magic had a very strong, if not the strongest, manifestation on Praecantaria, hence all the nations that wield magic. //End of OOC\\ |
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Nexhawk was taken aback by the rapid appearance of a goddess amidst his realm, but quickly regained his confidence and chuckled.
"Nak'Sora, what a surprise!" he bowed his head respectfully, for she was still a god, regardless of his allegiance or lack thereof to her. "You certainly must be glad that your book is in your hands again," he nodded in the direction of the dwarf holding the Dark Arcanum. "But please indulge me - how did it become possible that the Dark Arcanum, stolen by Life Wardens from the Chamber of the Four before their exile, turned to be in this dwarf's hands? I would be eternally eager to hear the entire chain of events that led to this situation."
//OOC: Do you remember my post about two gods on page 34? While writing that, I planned for Sol'Krin to be Praecantarians' name for Mediterraneans' Freedom. Sol'Krin is also supposed to be a "father-god" for the Ashborn, and when Sandromin gained his vision from him, his magical abilities became empowered and affiliated with exactly radiance and fire, which is Sol'Krin's domain.
Also, the Life Wardens thing is from ancient history of Praecantaria, so if you, Thanatos, have any questions about them before posting Fate's response, feel free to ask. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Ok, I figure it is time to disclaim a bit more about the story of the Ashborn and their neighbouring people. Excuse for the long post in advance. //End of OOC\\
At the beginning of time, the entire continent of Praecantaria was populated simply by five men. They were good friends among themselves and explored the lands as well as themselves. And so it was discovered that each one of them possessed supernatural powers of unknown kind; it seemed as if they were able to harness the raw force of the gods themselves. And it was true, for the gods had gifted them with such powers.
Soon after the wondrous discovery, five gods descended on Praecantaria and enhanced the magical powers of the men. The five humans each chose an element they would control, and the respective gods gave them the ability to reside over the realm of a certain element: Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Life.
This was not enough, however; such power was still untamed, and there was much learning to do. For that purpose, the gods called upon a sixth one, a goddess. Her name was Nak'Sora, and she had the knowledge of the timelines and was the herald of Time itself. She wrote a book named Arcanum for the men to study, so they could learn many spells and rule over the elements.
Time passed, and the men were now experienced sorcerers in their respective elements. One day, they found a village on their continent, and the villagers were found to be attuned to magic as well. Each of the sorcerer demigods soon had a trail of followers from that village, and here they decided to share their knowledge. This was the moment when the five great nations of Praecantaria were born.
More time passed, and with it the first mages ceased to exist. Their legacy remained, however; the nations prospered and thrived, guided by their gods and Nak'Sora. The Order of the Five was created in order to guard the Arcanum, so that neither of the nations would seize it and destroy the balance.
She of the Future, however, soon realised that fate itself was in her control, and, unfortunately, not even gods are resilient to the corruptive effect of power. Thus, Nak'Sora started to twist everyone's lives in order to fulfil the plans of her own, the scenarios she began to come up with at the dawn of her insanity. She created quarrels between the nations and sought to undo the work of her colleagues for pure pleasure of experimentation.
Hence, soon enough the entire continent was engulfed in war. And as Nak'Sora's mind became more and more warped, the Arcanum's pages started to blacken. The Five, all that time undisturbed by the wars, saw the corruption growing within the book and renamed it the Dark Arcanum, pointing out that it had to be guarded at all costs by the five strongest archmages of the nations in order to keep the madness solely within the book.
Meanwhile, while the wars raged, the Life Wardens emerged as the most potent of nations. Due to their control over life itself, they could keep their comrades alive at all times. Not only their numbers were never dwindling, but their Archmage decided to steal some of the secrets of the Dark Arcanum for his nation. Thus appeared the first Deathlords, twisted Life Masters who had control not only over life, but also over death itself. They used their black magic to resurrect both fallen allies and enemies, and the tide seemed to turn even more on their side. Nak'Sora triumphed.
What happened next was, then, entirely unpredictable for her. The four remaining nations, repulsed by the actions of the fifth, united together against the common enemy. The Archmage of Life Wardens was banished from the Order of the Five, therefore reducing its number to Four. The Life Wardens and Deathlords were defeated by the combined power of the four races. Extermination seemed to cruel, however, and it was decided soon that they would be ultimately banished from the continent of Praecantaria. Before the date of their exile, several Life Wardens managed to sneak into the Chamber of the Four and stole the Dark Arcanum, somehow fooling the four archmages (possibly with Nak'Sora's quidance) and taking it with them to the distant shores of Mediterra.
//OOC: Phew, that was a lot... Once again, my apologises for such an enormous post. There were still many events between that time and the flight of the Ashborn, such as the creation of Praecantaria's barrier. And here was my "plan" - the Life Wardens and Deathlords parted ways, for obvious reasons, and the Wardens settled in today's Doria Prime with the book. Then they researched technology different from magic and went mad, like Sandromin explained earlier. A small group of them, however, travelled to a northern island off the coast of Mediterra. And, if Vyzion is not against it, I'm thinking that the Logipriests are direct descendants of the Life Wardens. //End of OOC\\
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//OOC: Darn it, now I feel extremely bad as well! This is what costs me not reading closely through the first 15 pages or so... Definitely should've asked first before dropping such a huge backstory, this is entirely my fault. But now the question arises: which version do we choose?
And, actually, I like your latest explanation, Sandromin, so I guess we can stay at that. The origins of the five men, or Mir, are, well, undocumented, so those could as well be shaped by the gods from the respective terrains. Or the newly given powers transformed them as such, I'm not sure yet. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Could you direct me at the original post about the Dark Arcanum? Which page was it on?
And I might try to incorporate it... Something like this - during the endless wars, a Life Warden was corrupted by Nak'Sora (Fate) and learned to reanimate the dead and grasp their souls, hence turning into a first Deathlord (or AN)? On the other hand, if I understand correctly, Fate controls Xavier through the book, right? So she has to be somehow involved directly with the book's creation, hasn't she? I find this not tying in all too well, but it might be just me. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Wow, Sandromin, how did you have patience to write all that? Just kidding, but it's very good stuff. But now, I guess, we should find certain points where my and Sandromin's story intersect...
How about this: Archnectomancer was not created entirely by Fate; instead, he was one of the Life Wardens that Fate took to corrupt and taint for her own purposes. Firstly he worked with his nation, but under the combined strength of the other four they had to flee Praecantaria. I can't think of anything else right now, though.
@Thanatos: Well, the Dark Arcanum is filled with spells, as Xavier wrote once. Archnecromancer, I think, would not really need them, for he knew them already, didn't he? And, actually, here is what we could potentially do: The book was written by Fate, and then it was guarded by the Five. Then Fate created Archnecromancer (Praecantarians would call him and his followed Deathlords), and she ordered him to steal the book, which, upon Fate's corruption, became what it is now - the Dark Arcanum. I don't know about you, but it actually makes sense to me...
Also, how are you going to act now that Ignatus accepted Thanatos' proposal? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Yeah, I have read the first part of the second bomb, and it says pretty much the same thing I've been thinking of. Although my story mentioned the fact that Life Wardens were Mir. I don't know if Mir and Second are the same in your vision, however.
You also mention that Fate gave the Dark Arcanum to AN after his transformation. I don't believe that exact origins of the book matter much for the present of Dustia, but if they are such as written in my records, the history of Praecantaria and its effects on the world would seem more plausible to me. I think I mentioned my reasons in a previous post, and I hope they are clear enough. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Then Life Wardens should not be Second; they were merely one of the five nations of Mir that lived on Praecantaria.
P.S. And I hope for you, Sandromin, to clarify this: what is wrong with my theory of the book's creation? Please take no offense, and it might be just me, but I feel like you are almost eager to disprove it... Forgive my question, but why? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Hmm, I see your point, Sandromin. My argument for the magic sources, however, was the point that these sources were scattered around the world, and certainly Praecantaria was not the only spot that gave magical powers to the newborns.
Anyways, I'm entirely open for the book to influence many nations on Dustia. The only thing I'm asking for in order to lay proper foundations for my history is that prior to the event where the book falls into AN's hands and sets all other events in motion, the Arcanum resided on Praecantaria and reflected Fate's corruption. Afterwards, when the book is stolen from the continent, I wash my hands, and everyone is free to involve the book as they wish.
The events regarding the book prior to AN's possession of it, as I see it, don't matter much to the overall history, but, frankly, they would mean much to the history of Praecantaria in my vision. Please, I'm just trying to add a little more backstory before the moment you believe to be the book's origin. I hope it wouldn't be too hard to fulfill this only request I have regarding the Dark Arcanum. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Thank you so much, Sandromin! This really means much to me, you can't imagine how grateful I am. Now, I guess, I have some editing to do in my lore post. Once I'm done, I guess, we can continue with both Nexhawk and Nak'Sora's dialogue as well as Ignatus flying with Thanatos and the rest on the airship.
And I understand that this situation must have been frustrating for most, if not all, of us, so please accept my sincerest apologies in this regard. I will try not to cause such lore storms in the future, I promise. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: A quick question: does (or did) AN have any followers, or is he acting all by himself?
@Xavier: Tough choice, honestly... I'd say Nexhawk is True Neutral, because his motives are kinda unknown, as well as his allegiances. He doesn't seem to act for anyone's benefit except that of his people. Also, my character's attitude towards Fate is not even clear to myself, so I guess you might not be alone... We'll see about that, I guess. //End of OOC\\ |
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: A quick question: does (or did) AN have any followers, or is he acting all by himself?
@Xavier: Tough choice, honestly... I'd say Nexhawk is True Neutral, because his motives are kinda unknown, as well as his allegiances. He doesn't seem to act for anyone's benefit except that of his people. Also, my character's attitude towards Fate is not even clear to myself, so I guess you might not be alone... We'll see about that, I guess. //End of OOC\\ No followers; he's a necromancer, so all his followers are dead that are risen. If you read the second lore bomb a little more carefully, you'd know that I alluded to your Deathlords; he resurrected several kings as his dark minions.
//OOC: Aha, that's what I was asking about. One of my versions included several Life Wardens twisting their magic to come to the AN's side, but it actually seems viable that he would not have apprentices and instead would work alone.
@Xavier: Well, it appears that there is only one of them, and he is the Arch Necromancer himself. I might be mistaken, but it seems from Sandromin's bombs that he resides in Brutus' homeland at this moment. One wonders, would the dwarf king dare to ask for aid from such a repulsive being? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Alright, I think I fixed everything that was needed to be fixed. If you notice any discrepancies in my lore or other posts that I personally missed, please point them out to me. Now, I guess, we can continue? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: I hope this post will explain to some extent why Ashborn (all Praecantarians, in fact) have a prejudiced opinion of Fate.
@Thanatos - I'll definitely try to carve out some time to read the entire thread prior to my arrival, I promise. I understand now that I'm missing out a lot. Also, somehow I've only now took notice that it was Justice who spoke to Fate in your sequence, so I'm intrigued.
@Sandromin - Here is my question, though: Do these seven kings possess the powers of the First Deathlord aka AN? Can they reanimate dead as well and wield his dark magics, or do they just command the already existing armies of the undead? This is the only part unclear to me from both passages; I assume they have the same powers, but just wanted to clarify. If it's the first one, then they will be considered Deathlords in Praecantarian lore; otherwise, not so much. //End of OOC\\
Ignatus suspiciously followed Thanatos through the airship's compartments. From the outside, the transport was quite similar to the Sky Striders' windboats on Praecantaria; however, Ignatus has never been inside one, and so the material the airship was made of and comparable closeness of the walls unnerved the Ashborn. He heard Thanatos mention border control and replied, "I believe the Fiery Lord's method of transportation will be unusual for your men. He will not arrive on board of a ship; instead, your border control will see him flying on a phoenix. It would be wise to prepare your men for such arrival." _________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Nexhawk laughed at Nak'Sora's remark. "But it was your dwarf who -"
"The name's Xavier," inserted the dwarf.
"- Xavier who summoned you, not me! And yes," Nexhawk leaned a little bit forward, "if you wish to convince me that your side is the right one to take, it will take such stories and more to do so. Why in the world should I believe you and not Sol'Krin, whose powers were granted to my people in the first place?"
He was not allowed to continue his train of rhetorical questions, because a phoenix hatchling soared before him and dropped a letter into Nexhawk's palms. He unrolled it, and a smirk crossed his face. "Well, it seems like I'm needed elsewhere right now. I ask you to excuse my rushed exit." He headed to the outskirts of Spodium without another word. Nak'Sora disappeared from sight, while Xavier hastily followed Nexhawk. "Where do you think you are going? We were not done yet!"
Nexhawk dropped the letter into his companion's hand. The latter read it, and his eyes narrowed upon the realization. "You are going to see our enemies in Diyad, aren't you?"
"They are not enemies yet," wisely responded Nexhawk, "just like you are not my ally for now. If you wish to have an objective opinion on something, it is best to get acquainted with both sides of the argument."
That left the dwarf speechless while Nexhawk walked towards the phoenix stables. The stable master understood his lord's intentions without words and nodded, greeting the Hawk of Burning Death. Nexhawk asked the other Ashborn, "Is he fed sufficiently?"
"Yes, my lord."
Nexhawk smiled in approval and stepped inside the stables. Once there, he headed toward the open area where both he and the dwarf saw a giant brown egg sitting in the center of a fenced off rectangle. Nexhawk extended both eggs toward the egg and gently touched the egg, at the same time muttering one spell.
Immediately, long fiery cracks ran around the egg's seemingly lifeless surface. Then the upper half folded out- and downward, bending at the cracks as a sheet of paper would. The Xavier, who now stood next to Nexhawk, gasped in amazement at the spectacle that was revealed before him.
Inside the egg, a truly majestic bird unfolded his wings. A radiant glow emanated from the creature, for each feather resembled a small flame on the great fiery being. His eyes were burning just like those of Ashborn, and its size was slightly dwarfing theirs. The phoenix stepped out of its egg and tilted his head in his greeting to the master.
Nexhawk ruffled the bird's igneous feathers and spoke to him, "Good day, Fel'ir! I hope you slept well, for we have a long journey to travel." He then turned to Xavier, "Meet Flame Wing! He was my trusted mount and friend for many years on Praecantaria, and although his roost was only partially destroyed during the Hydromancers' onslaught, he left it and followed me to this new land." Nexhawk easily climbed on Fel'ir's back and motioned to the dwarf. "So, Xavier, do you wish to come with me to that kingdom of Diyad and meet these leaders of your continent? There is enough space on Fel'ir's back, but, if you would not be comfortable with that, I could offer you another phoenix to fly on." |
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) both eggs toward the egg, and gently touched the egg. Lot of egg in that sentence.(ooc)
//OOC: Fixed, thanks. Xavier, do you think this beats your typo on a level of embarrassment? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Brutus, I saw you jumping too. Can't say the same of Thanatos, though... And Ignatus was already busy up on the airship to show him noticing, sorry. //End of OOC\\ |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Perhaps I'm mistaken...
//OOC: I think Brutus is referring to his second jump, when he jumped in the water and fought a giant aquatic serpent. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Phew, finally read through the entire thing, every post before my arrival. Took me two days, considering all the real life disruptions and such. I feel really bad for being too lazy to read the whole thread before making my appearance, it would probably avert so much confusion and the such. Also, sorry for shattering your filler plans with my arrival. //End of OOC\\
Ignatus pursed his lips as he listened to Thanatos. "Unfortunately, our phoenix messenger should be in Spodium at this moment, having delivered my letter to the Fiery Lord. And I suspect that the hatchling will show him the way to us, so there will be no way for me to contact Nexhawk using those means. Nevertheless, I'll see what I can do."
He looked outside and searched the ocean for the giant the jumped off the Embershard. Hmm, he certainly exhibits rather strange behavior... As a matter of fact, he did not even acknowledge my mentioning of his homeland!
As the men walked into the airship's meeting room, they were met by several passengers, including one that Ignatus had a great interest in. The person's skin was of the color of sand, and from the look of his clothes, the man was some sort of a leader among his people. His sword, although sheathed, was noted by Ignatus as radiating fire that was slightly seeping from the top of the sheathe. Impressive. Ignatus chuckled and addressed the man, "Although I do not know your name yet, your aura tells much about you. Would you be so kind to indulge me as to how exactly and why did you, despite not being one of my kin, come to possess the powers of the Ashflame?" _________________________________________________________________________________________________________
To the north of Mediterra, the Pathburner successfully landed near the island. The Ashborn set up a temporary camp and soon enough organized an expedition into the heart of the dense jungle forests. Led by Cenizar himself, they roamed the island for a couple of hours and finally encountered a landmark unlike any other. The group walked in front of a giant temple that was covered with thick sprawling vines and jungle foliage. The temple had an entrance which led somewhere dark; it wouldn't be a problem for the Ashborn, however, for their fiery eyes would pierce any darkness.
Cenizar smiled as he observed the grandiose edifice. "This is it." |
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: When's the band of heroes forming? Also, @Thanatos, robots have no social skills, as you have probably noticed :P
The Chief Engineer of the Collective was taken aback. "If you speak of copyright infringement, I'm not sure the analysis results of my sensors were accurate enough to warrant that. Electromagnetic imaging can only do so much. But if you insist..." it pause for a moment. "...I will delete the file, and have done so by the time of the utterance of this sentence." It then walked to a corner of the engine room and switched to power conservation mode.
//OOC: Also, I'm very intrigued by the entire "band of heroes" idea. What are they going to destroy if the Dark Arcanum is still in Xavier's possession? //End of OOC\\ |
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Brutus Pyrus wrote: Brutus sat down on the beach and looked toward the two great flying ships.
//OOC: If you are referring to the Embershard, it is still a water vessel. Otherwise, I have no idea how I've possibly missed the fact that Diyadians had two airships. O.o //End of OOC\\
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: At last! I have survived the trial of the lore bombs and caught up with everyone else. Now to answer the pressing issues of the day. Both I and Alixenus are unsure about whether or not to side with fate, despite the fact that she seems to be gravitating towward lawful evil. Alixenus himself is likely on the good-neutral boundary, more on the lawful side of things. The collective seems to osciliate wildly in their behaviour depedning on the situation, so as a whole I'd put them in true neutral. It also occurs to me that if Fate manages to bring the collective round to her side, we're suddenly staring down the barrel of a Terminator-esque apocalypse. Hell maybe even Borg, but I digress.
Having read the lore-bombs I notice that there may be a slight conflict arising between Sandromin and myself. He pretty much covered every angle with that creation story, meanwhile I've been alluding to Venezzians having their own set of deities beside the elder gods (note my last conversation with Fate). I suppose the Venezzians could in fact be worshipping the Second, but I've already mentioned Hera and Athena. Going back and editing that section out is an option, either that or we have ourselves another law storm.
//OOC: What I'm doing with the same situation is just coming up with different names, but the gods are essentially the same. Except the characters do not know it from the beginning. Would something like that work for you? //End of OOC\\ |
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As Xavier considered the offer, Nexhawk's spiritual self was rather abruptly and forcefully thrown out of his body. The outskirts of Spodium faded before his eyes and transformed into endless empty space over Dustia. He could see the planet slowly rotating under him and revolving around the system's sun. Nexhawk was enthralled by the burning sphere when a voice reached him from behind. "A magnificent view, isn't it?"
Nexhawk turned around and saw a man who was enveloped in the radiance as potent as that if the sun itself. He instantly recognized the figure and bowed his head in utter respect. "Sol'Krin. How may I be of service?"
"Welcome, Nexhawk," the god spread him arms. "I want you to know that you are doing the wise thing by coming to the capital of Diyad."
"This name tells me...very little. I'll accept the praise, nevertheless, although I can't refrain from wondering how does this all concern you."
Sol'Krin rubbed his chin. "Let's just say that I am...in the lead of the crusade against a god gone rogue."
A realization hit Nexhawk. "It is Nak'Sora, isn't it? You wish to purge the world of her?"
"That is correct."
"But then..." Nexhawk's eyes narrowed. "You must be Freedom the Dwarf spoke about, isn't that so?"
"Yes, this is the name the people of Mediterra and Diyad call me by," Sol'Krin nodded.
The Dwarf's words intruded Nexhawk's thoughts. Freedom is the one that aims to 'liberate' the people of Dustia from Fate. At the same time, something rose in his ember heart, something so distinctly...defiant. It turned out to be Nexhawk's care for his people, and he decided that no god would interfere with that. "What justifies your right to get rid of Nak'Sora, Sol'Krin?"
The god was taken aback by the question. "What are you talking about? Her corruption, of course! She manipulates the mortals and creates unspeakable things that will lead to the ultimate and utter destruction in the end!"
"And what makes you think I will undoubtedly trust this?" scowled Nexhawk. "Where is the proof that this is not just one of your godly intrigues? Because in case it is, I've had enough of it!"
"Listen, Nexhawk..."
"No, YOU LISTEN!!!" Nexhawk shouted at the god. "Last time you and Aesta'ar had a fight over some petty artifact, it had spilled into a horrendous war on our continent. And look what it did to my people! Your children, the Ashborn, had to flee their homeland, abandoned by their god!" His eyes were ablaze with anger and hatred, but his rebellious elan started to quiet down soon enough.
Sol'Krin saw it as well and smiled. "Nexhawk, you and your people pass through difficult times now. But I have faith in you and know you will endure them and emerge as powerful as never before. But trust me when I say that Nak'Sora means no good for Dustia."
"I will not take anyone's side now. Not until I meet this Thanatos and the rest and see what they have to say," Nexhawk replied decisively. I doubt their speeches will be any different from his, however. "Now, take me back to Spodium. Xavier must be wondering about me missing."
"There is one more thing, though." Sol'Krin raised his hand. "I know you plan to search for Nak'Sora's Eye. You will need two persons that will aid in the recovery of the object. The first one will await you in the capital of Diyad. His name is Sandromin, and I gave him my gift quite recently; you must have certainly felt it. His powers need your training, and afterwards he will be absolutely necessary to accessing the Eye."
"The second one is but a boy. He holds great potential, nevertheless, for I suspect his people are the descendants of the those exiled from Praecantaria, the Life Wardens. Even if he is not, however, he will still play a very important role in your goal. When you meet Sandromin, look for the boy in the mountainous kingdom of Lucia. The Dwarf that is about to travel with you is the ruler of that land."
"Now, I bid my farewell and sincerely hope you make the right decision." With these last words, Sol'Krin motioned his hands, and Nexhawk's vision turned black.
A moment later, the mortal plane drifted into his view once again. Nexhawk looked around and noted that everything stayed exactly the same when his mind departed from his body, as if he and Sol'Krin talked while the time was frozen. Nexhawk heaved a sigh and pondered over the conversation that he just had with the god.
//OOC: Sandromin, is Life still alive, or was he killed during Fate's rampage, according to sandmen's history?" |
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Posted - 2013.03.30 02:58:00 -
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//OOC: @Sandromin: Noted.
@Thanatos: I decided to play along and cut out the part of a post where Ignatus already speaks to Sandromin. I'll use it later. //End of OOOC\\
"It is good to meet you, Achyr," Ignatus greeted the man. "My name, as you have heard, is Ignatus, and until recent time I've been leading the ship that you met on your way to Diyad. Now, if I understood correctly, there are representatives of several nations on this airship. If it doesn't burden you, while we waiting, could you tell me more about your and their nations, as well as their rulers and respective agendas? Such information would certainly be of great benefit to the Fiery Lord, I can assure you." |
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Posted - 2013.03.30 10:18:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: What was going to be done in Diyad? Form the band of heroes or discuss more politics?
//OOC: More politics, I assume. After all, people if Mediterra and nearby lands just saw an arrival of another nation. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.30 15:29:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC Each of our nations hadn't seen each other since this 'first empire' that Sandromin's creation story mentioned. Yet despite this we've overcome our natural suspicions and gelled together in the face of common threats incredibly quickly and easily. Frankly, we're lucky to have only had *this* much politicking already. Oh and I wasn't aware that I needed to reply to you Nexhawk. ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Alixenus came back on deck to see a man born of ash and flame standing amongst his companions. He had recieved a note just a day before from the Charybdis claiming that they had encountered such people by the Logipriest island. Surely it couldn't be the same ship both there and here? Their speed of propulsion would have to be incredible. His curiosity piqued, Alixenus put the book he was carrying into one of his larger pockets and approached the congregation.
//OOC: Well, my assumption was that everyone already saw me, and Alixenus probably had something to say to Ignatus as well. Later, however, Thanatos came in and indicated that Ignatus should remain outside for now. :/ Anyways, I've cut out the part where he interacts with Sandromin, so neither he nor you should have seen me. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.31 14:49:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Okay I will edit accordingly...In other news, is the AN going to make an appearance or are we leaving them out until we write the sequel ;)
//OOC: I, for one, certainly hope so. The Ashborn might prove a formidable opponent to the undead, you know. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.03.31 20:18:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Alixenus wrote:OOC: Okay I will edit accordingly...In other news, is the AN going to make an appearance or are we leaving them out until we write the sequel ;) Yes, but not in the way you think.
//OOC: I'm scared now.
Anyway, I hope either Thanatos or Xavier answer soon... //End of OOC\\
As Ignatus asked Achyr his questions, he managed to steal a glance into the deck, where Thanatos was conserving with other passengers. He instantaneously spotted the man he's been looking for. The person's skin was of the color of sand, and from the look of his clothes, the man was some sort of a leader among his people. His sword, although sheathed, was noted by Ignatus as radiating fire that was slightly seeping from the top of the sheathe. Impressive. Ignatus chuckled and directed his attention back at Achyr, who was coming up with the answers. |
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Infine Sentinel wrote:I have a few questions, Has the map changed from the one on page 3? Is there room for me? What Tier are you in? is it a good time for me to join? Is this going to be a book or something?
//OOC: In before Sandromin answers...
The map was updated after the most recent nation's arrival (which happens to be me). I think no one lives on Mediterra's eastern coast, so I guess it might be a nice spot for you. Two nations, I believe, are in Tier 3, whereas everyone else is Tier 2. The Ashborn are a bit different story, since they are magic users. I think it is always a good time to join; the thread will see a birth of a new nation and a new character, which is always exciting. And yes, I believe Sandromin is converting this thread into a book. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.01 11:26:00 -
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Infine Sentinel wrote:I have a few questions, Has the map changed from the one on page 3? Is there room for me? What Tier are you in? is it a good time for me to join? Is this going to be a book or something?
//OOC: Also, if you haven't already, I suggest you read the entire thread before entering. When you do, you'll notice that I myself caused a slight historical ruckus by missing out on several crucial moments. And, of course, might be a good idea to wait for Sandromin's response first, maybe he's got an idea for you. Hopefully he and the others will also reply soon storywise... //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.01 12:36:00 -
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//OOC: Ah, my bad, I forgot there was a Tier 0. Will edit my previous post accordingly. //End of OOC\\ |
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Seeing as there's nothing happening, I'll narrate.
The airship neared the steam-shrouded city of Diyad, with its metal cities and factories. Alkhemists manipulated matter to give it shape previously unknown or impossible in the great refineries. As the airship reached a docking hangar, a hook was attached to a ring in its side to herd it steadily downwards. A walkway was raised to the zeppelin's doors, which promptly opened.
//OOC: No, seriously, where is everyone? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.01 20:05:00 -
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//OOC: Nice, Sandromin, very nice. A very original heading you came up with. I don't think you can get anything else except for A+ there. Also, I think Infinite Sentinel here might be up for the job.
Thanatos 716 wrote:I have RETURNED!!!!!!
Finally, Ignatus has been waiting for Achyr's responce in that ship for ages now. Galrick even had to land it while you were absent! //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.01 22:31:00 -
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Ignatus listened very attentively to Achyr. His eyes darted from one member of the congregation to another as his companion spoke about each.
So the gifted one is called Sandromin... Quite an interesting coincidence that he leads the sandmen, for sand and ash are not all too different...
Venezzians... Weren't they the ones whose fleet was met by Cenizar? He expressed much hope in establishing friendly relations with them in the last letter.
Hmm, robots? Quite intriguing... Amazing how this continent seems to host very few, if any, mages, yet the nations here easily compensate through technology.
Thanatos, the man who cheated death itself... No wonder his name and aura reflect his affiliation with it now. But what is it that grants him such abilities? Is he a fallen god?
Ignatus snapped out of his thoughts when Achyr finished. "Yes, this information will really aid in Nexhawk's future interactions with these leaders. Meanwhile, I could help but notice you mentioning some sort of energy your people are using. I would like, if you don't mind, to learn more about this energy, for I cannot perceive any magical aura around you and therefore assume that this energy is not of a magical origin." |
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Posted - 2013.04.01 23:07:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Not yet Brutus, not yet
"You are correct in your assumption. We choose our own special arts over magick. However that is all I can tell you. As of now it isn't my place to give you any further information."
Ignatus smiled and nodded understandingly. "I do not blame you, for your most hidden secrets should not be revealed to strangers. Later, maybe, when our nations maintain closer ties between them." |
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Xavier Hastings wrote:[OOC]Please forgive my absence, everyone. At least you all have been somewhat busy... All right, time to unleash my inner Xavier...[/OOC] Failure. Failure. The mission was completely unsuccessful. Fate herself even showed, yet he was not amazed. He did not even have the need to blink his old, wise eyes. Se froze time in its place, and even spoke to him, and still, he was not fazed. What a strong man. A strong man of will. Dare say a stubborn man. But, he tried to do what was right. For his people. For himself. And Xavier respected this. The populace of Lucia was Xavier's life. His soul. His essence. The thought that he knew they were free, and safe, empowered him. The power he had over them, strengthened him. In fact, he could not tell any more what he desired the most, power, or the joy of freedom. Xavier was confused. Nexhawk was not. This is how the respect was won. The man simply turned, and walked away. Not very far, mind, just to, Xavier presumed, the royal stables. What was the color? Take a guess? Crimson! Yes, crimson! The stables were much more fine then that, though. The crimson flowers Xavier had seen on his walk to the palace were quite abundant, and were clinging gracefully to the beam that supported the stable. Many strange symbols were engraved on the stable, except they moved. They seemed to all swirl in a clockwise direction, and at the same pace. They glowed with a, wait for it, crimson hue, as if warding off some evil. The beasts were more beautiful then the stables, however. At first glace, all you saw were impossibly large eggs. The eggs were surprising not crimson, but were a pure white with black spots surrounding it. Then the magic happened. The beasts could hatch at will, and it was extraordinary! The shells would crack fiercely, as if it had a purpose. Crack. Crack. Crack. Strange crimson hues would emit from these crevices, which then would overtake the whole egg. After a few seconds, the lights would subside, and a large, majestic bird would appear in its place, the egg not to be seen. It seemed to be made of pure fire (which was in a visibly recognizable shape of a very large bird). The fire on the bird was ever flowing, and it was so detailed and precise that you could see every single feather. It was a surprise that Nexhawk did not get burned. Nexhawk spoke of going to the enemy, and asked if Xavier would like to join him. "Nay, comrade. I can not go to the heart of the beast. It would not be wise with the book," he thumped it twice, "and the very different views of my own." Nexhawk nodded to him, and appeared to be wanting to make his bird sour. "Remember, Nexhawk, the carriage cannot be driven if the conductor is dead. Heed this warning, Nexhawk, and may you persuade them to join The Cause." [OOC]Remember to drop what you think your character alignment would be. So far we have: Collective (I think): True NeutralAlixenus: You mentioned something about be Neutral-Good, with a little Lawful mixed in, so I'll put you in the Lawful-Neutral category. Xavier: He is most likely Chaotic Good. Is there anyone else I missed? Remember, Character Alignmentsaid your character, not hinder them. [/OOC]
//OOC: EDIT: Read again through the description and changed my mind. I believe Nexhawk is close to Neutral Good, but he is extremely concerned about the Ashborn's fate overall, so we'll see where that leads him further. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk was ready to lift in the air when something hit him. I cannot let go. Not this time, not that the book has been figuratively given into my hands. This is it, the chance to redeem my people! He addressed the Dwarf politely.
"While our intentions might not line up right now, I believe your presence in this capital of Diyad will be most crucial. You must understand Nak'Sora's motives better than anyone else, and hence your words will have the best chance of talking sense into the other leaders. I clearly understand the importance of the book you are holding, and I certainly value your desire to bring it to Spodium."
A new fire sparked in Nexhawk's eyes, a flame of determination. "How about this: for the duration or our journey to Diyad, I will offer my ultimate and utmost protection for you and the Dark Arcanum. Basically, this means that anyone other than you, Xavier, will be able to put his hands on the book over my corpse. And trust me when I say," a smirk appeared on his face, "that no demigod on Praecantaria has ever fallen to mortal weapons or something other than pure magic. I do not plan to break this tendency. So, what do you say now?" |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Okay are we seriously forgetting the conversation Thanatos was engaging with Sandromin and Alixenus?
//OOC: Well, apparently no one has any questions about your rebirth. Maybe we are already eager to land in Diyad. :D//End of OOC\\
Nexhawk heartily laughed at Xavier's question. "Phoenixes are creatures of incredible intelligence. Normally, the bird would form a mind link with its Ashborn master for the purpose of finding out destinations and performing moment-to-moment actions. Of course, the same can be reached by just speaking to a phoenix, but in situations like aerial battles thoughts prove to carry information faster than words that were derived from that thought. Since there will be no such link between you and the mount, your phoenix will just be told to follow mine, and you will not need to control it in any way. Just hold on tight."
He extended his hand and pointed at one of the eggs. Upon casting a spell, a small fireball darted to it and threw its shell open. In a glorious transformation, Xavier's phoenix erupted from its egg and looked curiously at its future rider. It than tilted its head and glanced at Nexhawk, as if listening to something inaudible to the Dwarf. The creature gawked, as if in agreement, and leaned to the ground, indicating that Xavier could mount it now. Nexhawk caught Xavier's nervous gaze and told him, "Don't worry about the flames; if you are a friend, they will not burn you. Now climb atop and tell me when you are ready to depart." _____________________________________________________________________________________________
Ignatus excused himself before Achyr and shifted his attention to the newcomer, whose magical abilities he has been probing since setting foot on the airship. "Sandromin, I presume? Your aura tells much about you, and I am quite intrigued to see that Sol'Krin bestowed the gift of the Ashflame upon one not from my kin. Would you be so kind to indulge me, however, the details of your... ascent, as well as the reasons Sol'Krin would give you these powers?" |
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) well, I'm bored of Brutus not doing anything, so I'm gonna do a random story in the land go the dead. (Ooc)
//OOC: Well, why then did you jump from the Embershard? I think things are getting interesting on the airship. //End of OOC\\ |
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BootStrapWill wrote:OOC: //Sorry to interject with the story. I've been following along, but was a few days behind.
I know you all have fairly settled the matter of the Dark Arcanum, but I had a thought that might mesh the disparate stories a little better, without stepping on toes.
I see it as the DA was originally crafted by Fate as a tool for the Deathlord (capital D marking the master from the servants), and as such she imbued part of his soul into the book, along with the stolen soul of the betrayer.
This imbuing of combative souls granted the book exceptional power, and a knowledge of magic far surpassing any normal means, but also engendered an oily film of insanity as both aspects battled for eternity inside the tome.
If you'll pardon the Harry Potter reference, I see the book as a Horcrux of sorts. It functions as a part of the Deathlord's soul, and remains highly potent while disconnected from the source, but exponentially strengthens the Deathlord (AN) if/when he is reunited with the book.
This could play into the suggestions floating in Xavier's head, the book wants to be whole, even at the cost of the bearer's life to get back to the Deathlord.
Intrinsically tied to the fact that the book is a horcrux, as long as the book exists, the Deathlord will find a new host to infect with an aspect of himself, until he slowly rises to prominence again. This would give a purpose to the roving deathlords (lower case d to indicate the slave kings), as they are prowling around looking for their risen master, and performing nefarious feats as well to bide time.
As to meshing the history, the book was created by Fate, stolen by the Five, returned by the betrayer, and bound to the Deathlord. Deathlord fled Precantaeria for the other continent where he eventually died at the hands of the first hero under Freedom. Unfortunately for this hero, he was much like Isildur in his ignorance of the danger a mere "trinket" could pose, so he did not ensure that the book was destroyed. Since the book is part of the Deathlord, it willfully bonded itself to one of the hero's retinue, and became immaterial, hiding in the soul of the poor retainer. The book waited many long years before deciding the danger had passed and elected to re-materialize, crafting the idea that the scribes had "created" the book recently. The book influenced those present to decide that it would be best to spirit the book away, to keep it "safe", when in fact the book was having them move it away from the greatest danger present, the king. Thus it came to be hidden on the logipriest island long ago, and it slumbered while awaiting the rise of the true host, the next great AN.
I am not sure if this conflicts with any of the established lore, this is just what I took from reading the different origins of the book. After all, as was stated before, history is written by the victors, and in this particular instance, the real victor has been the book for an unknown length of time.
As I am not a contributing author to the world, take my suggestions with a ton of salt. I figured this would blend the two stories, and posit that the book has a malicious will of it's own, when not being directed externally by Fate to be docile. (Reason for fluctuating insanity for Xavier)
Also, everyone's story here is awesome. I would definitely pay to read your work in hard-back format. //End OOC
//OOC: Not bad, sir... Not bad at all!
No idea about Sandromin and the rest, but I, personally, thoroughly enjoyed this explanation. One little thing, though, was a slight bit unclear to me: by "the king", do you mean Thanatos or someone else?
Also, if you ever wish to join us in writing, I think everyone would be happy about it. //End of OOC\\
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Xavier Hastings wrote:BootStrapWill wrote:OOC: //Sorry to interject with the story. I've been following along, but was a few days behind.
I know you all have fairly settled the matter of the Dark Arcanum, but I had a thought that might mesh the disparate stories a little better, without stepping on toes.
I see it as the DA was originally crafted by Fate as a tool for the Deathlord (capital D marking the master from the servants), and as such she imbued part of his soul into the book, along with the stolen soul of the betrayer.
This imbuing of combative souls granted the book exceptional power, and a knowledge of magic far surpassing any normal means, but also engendered an oily film of insanity as both aspects battled for eternity inside the tome.
If you'll pardon the Harry Potter reference, I see the book as a Horcrux of sorts. It functions as a part of the Deathlord's soul, and remains highly potent while disconnected from the source, but exponentially strengthens the Deathlord (AN) if/when he is reunited with the book.
This could play into the suggestions floating in Xavier's head, the book wants to be whole, even at the cost of the bearer's life to get back to the Deathlord.
Intrinsically tied to the fact that the book is a horcrux, as long as the book exists, the Deathlord will find a new host to infect with an aspect of himself, until he slowly rises to prominence again. This would give a purpose to the roving deathlords (lower case d to indicate the slave kings), as they are prowling around looking for their risen master, and performing nefarious feats as well to bide time.
As to meshing the history, the book was created by Fate, stolen by the Five, returned by the betrayer, and bound to the Deathlord. Deathlord fled Precantaeria for the other continent where he eventually died at the hands of the first hero under Freedom. Unfortunately for this hero, he was much like Isildur in his ignorance of the danger a mere "trinket" could pose, so he did not ensure that the book was destroyed. Since the book is part of the Deathlord, it willfully bonded itself to one of the hero's retinue, and became immaterial, hiding in the soul of the poor retainer. The book waited many long years before deciding the danger had passed and elected to re-materialize, crafting the idea that the scribes had "created" the book recently. The book influenced those present to decide that it would be best to spirit the book away, to keep it "safe", when in fact the book was having them move it away from the greatest danger present, the king. Thus it came to be hidden on the logipriest island long ago, and it slumbered while awaiting the rise of the true host, the next great AN.
I am not sure if this conflicts with any of the established lore, this is just what I took from reading the different origins of the book. After all, as was stated before, history is written by the victors, and in this particular instance, the real victor has been the book for an unknown length of time.
As I am not a contributing author to the world, take my suggestions with a ton of salt. I figured this would blend the two stories, and posit that the book has a malicious will of it's own, when not being directed externally by Fate to be docile. (Reason for fluctuating insanity for Xavier)
Also, everyone's story here is awesome. I would definitely pay to read your work in hard-back format. //End OOC I always did give the impression that the Dark Arcanum (The Book) had a mind of its own, and (was) influencing Xavier's thoughts until it recently took a liking to him. My back-story on the book is that, yes, it was crafted by Fate, but it originally was destined to be good, and help The Five mold the world into a paradise. They succeeded, but one of the Five became corrupt, greedy, and twisted the book with dark magics. He essentially made the paradise world a living hell, until all the Gods caught wind of the destruction and mayhem he caused. The Gods took to recreating the world in their hands, because they could no longer trust humans. This was, however, not a paradise, for they deemed that the punishment was too great to be put on only The Five. The severely limited the powers of the Five, and banished to specific locations in Dustia. Here is where The Five created societies that revolved around different magics, such as fire or water. To limit their ever growing knowledge, the Gods imposed a mandatory reincarnation period every 150 years, where they were forced to be reincarnated into another human being, but without the knowledge they previously possessed. This forced The Five to write down everything they have learned, so the previous life could have the same powers as they. The evil member of the Five, the one who corrupted the world, was banished to the farthest and most desolate place in Dustia, where he would remain for all eternity. This man is the AN. The Book was also separated from him, for his powers are worthless without it. Or so it seems... And that is my back-story. It probably conflicts with something, I'm sure of it. But, nevertheless, here it is. How do all of you like it?
//OOC: It's quite close to the backstory that I firstly had about the book. Specifically, I said the the Nak'Sora gave the Arcanum to the Firstborn Mir in order to harness their magical potential and give them spells; later, as taint seeped into the book, the Archmage of the Life Wardens became the first Deathlord, gaining knowledge from the corrupted book. He and his people have been banished, but they managed to steal the book first and then leave Praecantaria.
Thanatos, however, was strictly against it; it was understandable, for he introduced the book in the first place. Hence, I had to edit my backstory to account for the changes Sandromin made in order to resolve the argument. //End of OOC\\ |
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BootStrapWill wrote:OOC: @ Sir Thanatos.
I did recall that it stayed in Diyad for some time after the AN was defeated, but I wasn't clear when it migrated to the Logipriest temple. Or am I confusing story elements?
Was the temple collapse and Thanatos' death taking place around the DA on a pedestal, or some other artifact?
//OOC: If I recall it correctly, the DA has always been in Thanatos' possession in that temple, and the pedestal hosted the final piece of the book's cipher instead. Upon recovering it, he conjured the book from a thread or something... Details elude me mostly now.
@Xavier: Somewhere in the middle of the 30s, there was a heated debate, and in its beginning I thought exactly in the same way. But, oh well. //End of OOC\\ |
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BootStrapWill wrote:@Nexhawk I looked back, and it was indeed on page 10, the book was conjured from a thread. So we could edit to say that the book influenced the scribes to "hide" it in some pocket space, which the King (Lionus, and through him Thanatos) would be able to protect and keep from being abused. The actual reasoning would be to slowly poison the mind of the ruler, as would seem to be the case on page 9, when Thanatos was sounding similar to Xavier. Whether anyone realized that the book had engineered it's own safe-keeping is another question. Perhaps some of the scheming Secret Council knew, and wished for Thanatos to die or go crazy through exposure to the DA.
So basically, the only edit to the long post being that the book did not send itself to the logipriest island, but was slumbering in the pocket dimension represented by the thread.
Does that work?
I would have brought this up in a more timely manner in the 30s, but work is so pesky and refuses to leave me alone.
//OOC: Hmm, I actually like your thinking. Don't know about Thanatos' intentions, but it always seemed to me that the Secret Council was quite reluctant to accept the king's rebirth. And I feel like nothing even has to be edited, for I don't believe that it was explained where the book came from. It just was transformed out of the thread, and it's original location was not described. Thus, the pocket dimension wouldn't interfere with anything from the past. But we still should wait for Thanatos' reply.
P.S. Oh, and Xavier, I'd like you to confirm your readiness for indication that I can freely send the two of us on our way to Diyad. //End of OOC\\ |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: So sometime after the book's conception and after the defeat of the first AN, it made it's way to the land of the Mortuums where a long battle would take place between them and one of there brethren. This would be Ignak the AN. He would ultimately defeat the rest and consume their souls. With him left on the vast continent the small colony of Diyad would form into a sizable nation. After receiving the saber from Fate, the 7th king, Lionus III waged war on Ignak and his undead army. After slaying Ignak, Lionus tried to destroy it. This didn't work so he hid it in a secure location outside of the nation's borders, hopefully never to be seen again. Although Diyadian history may tell you that Lionus died decades after, this is not true. Merely weeks after hiding the book, Lionus was approached by Fate who offered him eternal life so that they may be together forever. He rejected her love, not remembering a promise he made as a child. Now we have an angry goddess and a king. She wipes out his family, by stopping their hearts. She punishes Lionus by casting him into the Sea of Souls. The book lay dormant until the third era and the appearance of the amnesia-ridden Thanatos. After the Great Civil War, he becomes king once more. He does however remember the location of the book. After that, if you read back you know about his quest to find the pieces of the cipher, so that people may learn how to counteract it's evil magicks. And as we know, when Thanatos was slain, the book fell near Sandromin, but Xavier picked it up.
The book in nature is desires to become whole, often this would mean finding an AN. Xavier would be right in assuming that the book took a liking into him. In Xavier it sensed power and strength. So yes it's attraction to Xavier is unique. But do not be fooled. It only wishes to become whole.
I introduced Fate mainly to push the plot forward, but also to introduce one key element. Everyone's character is vital in the grand scheme of things. They each possess a trait, be it a goal, ambition, or belief that is so strong that it challenges the gods. This is a very essential tool that I only touched on briefly with my earlier dialogues with Fate. But I'll elaborate on this later.
Edit: If anyone has any input feel free. I'm trying to be more open to suggestions. So I can edit earlier stuff if need be.
//OOC: I must say, this is pretty self-explanatory, and I, for one, have no questions left for now. Thus, I guess, Galrick was right - it's time to land that ship already. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Xavier, I wouldn't say so. Phoenixes are incredibly fast creatures, but not that fast. I planned for us to crash the party in Diyad, though. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk nodded and grinned approvingly while Xavier mounted the phoenix. The two creatures lifted their riders in the air and, following the hatchling from the Embershard, began their west-bound flight, towards the setting sun and the mysterious capital of Diyad. |
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Xavier, I wouldn't say so. Phoenixes are incredibly fast creatures, but not that fast. I planned for us to crash the party in Diyad, though. //End of OOC\\ Nexhawk nodded and grinned approvingly while Xavier mounted the phoenix. The two creatures lifted their riders in the air and, following the hatchling from the Embershard, began their west-bound flight, towards the setting sun and the mysterious capital of Diyad. Nexhawk and Xavier were flying next to eachother, the phoenixes cawing happily in the breeze. The air blew through Xavier's hair. It was quite refreshing. The clouds were blow them. It would be a perfect dream if Xavier wasn't in mind numbing pain due to the sudden change in altitude. He tried to strike up a conversation: "Nexhawk, how did you learn of this book?"
"Oh, legends, mostly", Nexhawk started reminiscing. "Even I was not born when Nak'Sora created the book for her twisted purposes. During that time, the five nations on Praecantaria were ruled by the Five, powerful Archmages. When they found out about the Dark Arcanum, despite all the warring going between the factions, the Five managed to steal the book. Don't ask me how they managed to do that, but stories tell about their legendary magical abilities... Anyways, soon after stealing it, one of them, a Life Warden, sought to steal the secrets of the Dark Arcanum and gain Nak'Sora's favor and maybe even part of her power. He killed the rest of the Five with the spells from the book and brought it to the goddess, who promptly killed him after receiving the Dark Arcanum. Afterwards, the book was given to the Deathlord that she created herself, and the trail has been lost since then. Until," he motioned in Xavier's direction, "you conveniently brought it to my doorstep."
He pursed his lips. "It's probably best to admit now that I have been searching for the book myself for quite a while. I feel that it will be of high importance in one of my future..." his fingers instinctively felt a half-spherical object, concealed in one of his belt pouches, "shall I say, endeavours. That is why I feel as if your appearance in Spodium is part of something higher, not just Nak'Sora's unknown intentions. But I start to ramble." Nexhawk curiously looked at the Dwarf. "What intrigues me from the beginning is how the book came in your possession. I'd like to hear more about that." |
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Nexhawk inspected Xavier's face as the latter told the story of his acquisition with the Dark Arcanum. This one will have extreme difficulties parting with the corrupted book. It will certainly take a lot of convincing, if not even worse. Let's hope he will see reason in my cause.
His eyes narrowed, and he nodded toward the Dwarf's last remark. Nexhawk murmured several words in his Phoenix's ear, and the two birds graciously descended toward the metal airship.
Nexhawk glanced at Xavier. "I couldn't help but hear you mentioning those Logipriests. What kind of people are they?" ______________________________________________________________________________________________
Ignatus left the airship in pure awe of his surroundings. All around the landing zone, majestic trees were sprawling in full blossom. The city they entered looked quite opulent, and the beautiful trees enhanced its grandeur. Everywhere they passed, there were many applications of the cryptic iyo. Ignatus probed the air, thinking that it might reveal the origin of this energy that powered the city, and found it completely devoid of magic, just as he suspected.
He was not surprised when Thanatos left him with Achyr yet again. It was understandable that the three leaders maintain really close relations and probably had much to discuss. He gazed up and noticed two fiery figures flying from the east. His keen sight helped him recognize the Phoenixes, and Ignatus even saw Nexhawk's silhouette on one of the mounts. Although he had no idea who was accompanying the Fiery Lord, Ignatus smiled at such a quick arrival. He leaned closer to Achyr and casually stated, "You might want to notify your king that the Hawk of Burning Death has arrived." |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:Their eyes meet.
"I can only make a guess. It's the same thing you and I both feel right now. Fear. Fear of dying. Fear is a sickness, it can easily evolve into something more, no matter how small. In this case evil intention, to prove one's exemption of death by creating and destroying life of their own. How fitting..."
//OOC: Thanatos, Achyr probably should notify the three leaders of Nexhawk's arrival; the latter will land quite soon. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Thanatos, that landing was good enough. Thanks! //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk looked calmly at the guards and answered, "This Dwarf came here on my request and will remain under my absolute protection for the time we spend here. If you have any further questions regarding his presence in the city or your relations with him, please direct them at me personally."
He noticed Ignatus walking rapidly toward the group. The latter approached Nexhawk, and the two Ashborn shook hands in greeting. Ignatus looked suspiciously at Xavier while retelling recent events to his lord. "All leaders are here: Thanatos, the one of the death itself; Alixenus, the leader of Venezzians, who met Cenizar's ship; and Sandromin, who-"
"I know, the gifted one," Nexhawk interrupted him promptly. "Now, can you lead me to their current location?"
"Not quite, my lord," Ignatus sighed, "for they have some sort of a meeting in Thanatos' palace. I was not let in, so I am afraid you will have to wait as well. And may I ask you, how does this... Dwarf have the book itself?"
"It's a long story, Ignatus," Nexhawk laughed. "Let's just say that he arrived at Spodium by his own means, with the Darn Arcanum. And it is fine about the delay. I have waited quite a long time to even contact a first representative from Mediterra, so I will be able to wait a little more. Before you lead me to the palace, though..." Nexhawk turned to the two guards and tossed them a pouch filled of something soft. "There are twenty or so cendren leaves, brought from my homeland. Every two hours or so, simply place one leaf on each of the eggs, and they will take care of the rest. Be sure to feed the Phoenixes on time, otherwise," he chuckled, "they will wake up and look for the leaves themselves."
He gazed back at Ignatus and after words "Lead the way" the two Ashborn headed to the royal palace. |
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The two Ashborn raised their eyebrows at the daring question. Nexhawk abruptly stopped and whirled toward the Dwarf. "What made you think we want the Dark Arcanum? Judging from the pain and suffering it brought to the people of Praecantaria, one of my kind would be very foolish to desire the book for themselves. Trust me, there is no reason for us to wish to possess the Arcanum." Nexhawk rubbed his chin. The book truly has a great influence on his mind.
A thought of revelation pierced his mind. "Wait, is that all about the time I mentioned that the book will be crucial in my future endeavor?" He chuckled and patted Xavier's shoulder. "Believe me, my friend, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You see, I am looking for a certain artifact. My suspicions are high that the Dark Arcanum is a necessary component for its assembly, but it simply needs to be present at the site. Hence, you will part with it for only a few moments while I will finish the incantations that bind the parts of the artifact together. Right now, however, I cannot tell you more about this object, so you'll have to excuse me." |
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Galrick M'kron wrote: @Nexhawk...
//OOC: A little note, just to clarify - I did not actually reply to your post, and from your answer it seems you meant Xavier.
Also, if you still suggest you joined Thanatos and the other two leaders, I think the meeting was supposed to be for only three of them. //End of OOC\\ |
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: I rushed it a bit, so I looked at Xavier's icon, read "Ner'zul Nexhawk" for some reason, and posted. It's really fascinating how your brain can screw you over by filling in the blank parts of your sensorium incorrectly. I don't think I read anywhere that the meeting was going to be only between Thanatos, Alixenus and Sandromin.
//OOC: Happens to me quite often too, frankly. And I think Thanatos asked only Alexinus and Sandromin to follow him, but it might be just my misunderstanding. We probably should await for his response. //End of OOC\\ |
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I have Locker Room open on my phone and refresh it pretty often, but I am waiting either for Xavier to reply or the assembly to finish. Hence the lack of my posts. Don't worry, though; I have a post incoming that will introduce another side character for the Ashborn. |
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"This is it!"
Cenizar's eyesight broke through the darkness, and he saw a large circular room, where he could feel a distinct trace of Nak'Sora's magic. Some of the Ashborn sighed in relief, for they have been navigating the labyrinth that was the temple for around three hours now. One of Cenizar's companions picked up a wooden stick lying on the floor and lit it ablaze with a flick of two fingers. The torch revealed the hall in its entirety, and the Mir could see scores of isoteric runes and symbols carved in the ancient walls. In the middle of the room, there was a painted golden circle passing through three raised circular platforms. Each platform bore its own unique color: red, yellow, and green.
Except for the entrance, the hall had no other passages, and it has been unanimously decided that the Ashborn had to look no further. "The second Eye has to be somewhere here," stated Cenizar. "Search the walls, closely inspect the runes... We need to translate as much of this as possible until Nexhawk arrives." _____________________________________________________________________________________________
Another fireball exploded several meters away from the group, throwing its two nearest members into the air. The remaining victims of the attack, clad in azure robes and bearing ice staffs, hastily assumed a defensive position by forming a circle and prepared for the onslaught.
Fatoxum quickly surveyed the Hydromancers' position and the land around them. He located six pairs of glowing orange eyes amidst the dusk, fixed on the seven water mages. He nodded, and all Ashborn sprang out of their hiding and surrounded the Hydromancers, a fireball conjured in each hand.
The defenders realized that they were at a great disadvantage due to being caught by surprise, and they swiftly summoned a water sphere around their group. Some of them tried to shoot icebolts and water missiles at the attackers, but the conjured projectiles were burned by the fireballs, hurled towards the gathering. A barrage of fire spells assaulted the defensive bubble, but the shield stood, albeit weakened. Fatoxum saw this chance and pointed at the Hydromancers, shouting in a dreadful voice, "Incen'la fanox drak'ar!"
The Ashborn immediately recognized the incantation and looked up in anticipation of something. The Hydromancers, suddenly apprehensive, glanced in the sky a moment later.
Only to see a burning meteor rapidly descending towards their position.
It was too late for the water mages. Their group was tightly circled by the Ashborn, and there was nowhere to rum. Hence, their location didn't really change when the tip of the meteor touched the water shield.
A massive explosion blossomed at the point of impact and shook the very earth beneath everyone's feet. The Hydromancers' seared bodies were thrown around by the force wave like mere dolls. By the time they collapsed on the ground, every victim of the spell was dead.
Fatoxum grimly chuckled and observed the results. He walked to one of the charred corpses and kneeled to inspect it closer. He noticed an Ashborn relic among the mage's remains and snatches it out of the dead hands. Damn robbers. He surveyed the battlefield. This is for Abismonus.
His group and other Ashborn have been fighting with invading Hydromancers for almost a week now. This partisan activity was their revenge for the giant sordid wave that the Hydromancers conjured to wipe out the nation of Abismonus. The horrible event destroyed scores of lives and demolished hundreds of Ashborn cities, leaving only sorrowful ruins in its wake.
Fatoxum looked around him. Previously beautiful ashlands, although perceived as wastelands by other mortals, were now considered such even by Ashborn standards. Once glorious and lush cendren trees now stood leafless and split in two by the tremendous power of water. Grey clouds were rising over every lava stream, but that was not smoke. On the contrary, the water that now seeped into every crevice and fissure created these vapors upon contact with the liquid fire. City and village ruins dotted the land, surrounded by endless puddles and lakes that filled every valley and terrain deformation.
This can no longer be our home, Fatoxum thought as he approached a body of an Ashborn woman that died on the day the wave hit. The corpse no longer had the fire inside it that would shine through the cracked skin and eyes; it was now a lifeless statue made of black stone. The process of decaying into ash has already begun, but Fatoxum decided to speed it up by using magic to burn the body. His companions followed suit and began to burn other dead Ashborn in the area, thus engaging into a silent, undiscussed funeral for their brethren.
After several moments, Fatoxum admired the pile of brown and crimson ash that lay before him. He slightly blended it with the earth and whispered, "May Sol'Krin watch over your soul." Then he stood up and motioned for his men to wrap up. One of the Ashborn approached him with the question, "What should we do with them?", nodding towards the dead Hydromancers.
"Search them for any artifacts or things of our kind and throw the bodies into the nearest lava river, Animorsus," replied Fatoxum with disgust. "There will be no proper burial for what they have done to our people."
Animorsus muttered an agreement and departed to fulfill the order. Fatoxum glanced to the east, thinking of all Hydromancers that still kept pouring from their homeland. There were several other survivor groups, like his, that used surprise attacks to halt the enemy's advancement to the western coast of Praecantaria. Be it crushing scout parties or disrupting grand military operations, right now anything was helpful with what was at stake. Since there were survived Ashborn all over the state, not everyone could flee the continent with their new leader, Nexhawk the Fiery Lord. |
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Therefore, the remaining partisans had to ensure that Hydromancers would never learn the current location of the Core, lest Nexhawk's ultimate plan, which Fatoxum was familiar with due to being in the Council of the Ashflame, would be rendered futile. In fact, he conversed with Nexhawk prior to the latter's flight from the land and decided to stay himself in order to give the leaving Ashborn enough time.
Fatoxum heard his companions' steps behind him. He glanced at them and the pointed north. "We will be heading to Quarn now." More accurately, to the ruins left of it. |
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//OOC: I'll admit, if I were playing as one of the gods, I'd be pretty scared by now. Nice job showing the defiance, Alixenus.
Also, I assume that Thanatos will take Fate's role during her speeches, right? //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Thanatos, I find the phone to be quite useful, since mostly I am away from the computer. Just be careful of the fact that posts sometimes get to erase themselves when you try to post them, so you'll have to put in drafts or copy previously and paste the text back. I don't know if the same thing happens on the computers, though.
@Brutus: this has been repeated for many times already, but, once again, excellent writing. I especially liked how you called the Ashborn "funny fire people".
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Yep, I'll make sure she still acts like a [vulgarity replaced with kitten noise... *meow*].
Also thanks Nexhawk for bringing to my attention how stupid I am. I could have been using my phone the whole time. I'll be able to respond much faster now!!! [OOC]I believe it would be much easier if we just narrated Fate within our own posts. If she talks to Xavier, then I will write how I perceive her. If she talks to Alixenus, then he will narrate how he perceives her. And so on, and so forth. But let us not completely demonize her. I have shown a (moderately) good side of her. She is not Chaotic Evil. Perhaps Lawful Evil? Or maybe even Lawful Neutral, for she is Fate, and therefore by nature must be unbiased about every-which thing.[/OOC]
//OOC: Come to think of it, Xavier is right, in my opinion. After all, every character must perceive her as something unique to this particular character, depending on his attitude. Anyways, on with the post. //End of OOC\\
Xavier Hastings wrote: Or, at least, that is what would have happened. Oh, but it is a blessing to have Fate itself on your side! She benevolently repressed the book's thoughts and influences on his mind; quite permanently, actually. But the damage was done. Repairing that mind in such a state, she could not do. This mind was almost impossible to repair. Oh, but she tried her best, she did, and, be assured, every bit helps.
So, logically, this is what truly happened:
Nexhawk's hand was pressed on Xavier shoulder. It was a firm grip. A pleasant grip. A warm grip. He looked in the man's eyes. The were, hmmm, crimson, but a friendly kind. Xavier could almost see the horrors the elder experienced, but also the happy times, the good times. For a split second, Xavier felt a rage like no other, greater than his hate for Thanatos himself, but it subsided, for the warmth mended his soul, and protected him from the corruption of the book.
"Please, walk on, comrade. Forgive my outburst; it was mighty rude of me to interrupt your conversation. But please, do not mind me walking with you, for I have absolutely no-one else to speak to."
Nexhawk calmly nodded at the Dwarf. "It is perfectly fine, Xavier. I understand the pain you feel when something dear to you is threatened to be taking away." He looked to the east and thought of Abismonus. How is Fatoxum doing there? Did he halt the Hydromancers, or had they already learned about the Core? "But you can have my promise that nothing will happen with your beloved book." That is, if he will not turn entirely insane before that. I have to remember to tell Nak'Sora to lessen the book's malevolent grips on his indentity. It would be a pity to have such an intelligent mind subdue to an object's will, even so potent.
He snapped out of his musings and directed a gaze full of attention at the Dwarf. "By all means, don't just walk silently with us. Talk to us about anything you want. Maybe your people's culture? What is it like to live in the mountains? In Abismonus, my destroyed country, there used to be several cities built on volcanoes, but, frankly, I've never been to one."
//OOC: Sorry about such a blatant way to make small talk, I'm honestly run out of ideas to touch upon while this meeting is still underway. If you, Xavier, can think of a better topic, please redirect the conversation; I'll be only glad. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: @Xavier: You pretty much summed up everything I thought of and even more we could possibly do until Thanatos and Co come out of their den... And coming to think about it, I am still pretty amused at how clich+¬ my topic for the conversation really sounds.
@Alixenus: You are always very welcome. I am quite eager to read more about your home city.
Also, how did you like the events on Praecantaria? Was I descriptive enough whole showing Abismonus, or should I tell about more landscape details? (Description was never my strongest side in terms of writing, really.) //End of OOC\\ |
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) I apologize, for the back to back long posts. (Ooc)
//OOC: I don't think there is any need, your posts are always enjoyable! //End of OOC\\ |
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Fatoxum and his party traveled among the ashen lands for hours. Devastated Abismonus was quite a terrible sight to behold, at least for its inhabitants; anywhere the eye could see, dark gray ground was mixed with accursed water that was left after the magical flood. It killed most of the cendren trees too; everything that they drew from the ash soils to keep growing was washed away, and the abundance of water caused the trees to soften and eventually fall apart. Not to mention the weaker trees that could not withstand the might of the powerful wave and were either split in two or even ripped from the earth. The mesh of their roots and fallen trees rendered some places impossible to navigate.
But the sullenness of their view paled in comparison with that of the destroyed villages the survivors were passing through. In some, all buildings were demolished entirely by water; in others, some of the larger ones were still standing, albeit crumbling into stone and ash. But the bodies were everywhere. Ashborn men, women, children were solidified as the fire that burned within them was extinguished by the dreadful tide. Each of their faces bore an indication of a horrible cry that never escaped their half-opened mouths. Black lifeless and cracked statues, their hardened skin now pierced and distorted by countless fissures and small empty openings. Younger mages turned away from the horrifying sightings, clearly disturbed by the such, but Fatoxum watched on, bitterness and hatred toward the Hydromancers and their immeasurable cruelty rising to a great extent. This was the reminder that the enemy's deeds were never to be forgiven.
Fatoxum spat fiery saliva into one of the small puddles, with a hiss vaporizing the water it contained. Goddamn murderers! To imagine that a nation that still has some honor left would unleash such evil and destruction...unthinkable! The group passed a dead child, seemingly of fourteen ages. His face had utter fear sculpted into it, and the expression was hard to observe stoically. Some distance away from him, the Ashborn spotted a pile of golden-brown ash. Even Phoenixes could not escape the tremendous wave that engulfed Abismonus on the fateful day.
Their spirits considerably low, the party finally reached the refugee camp at the ruins of the city of Quarn. They walked up to a half-crumbled wall with breaches hastily closed with cendren planks. The men were spotted by an Ashborn guard that sat on top of a watchtower that was somehow mostly untouched by water. He recognized the newcomers and greeted them. "How was the hunting?"
"Successful," replied Fatoxum, nodding back. "We caught off-guard and took care of several Hydromancers that were pillaging one of the southern villages."
The watcher smiled. "Gave them no mercy, eh? They deserve it, after what they've done to the entire place." He quickly counted the members of the group to assure himself there were no casualties. Then he pushed a lever, and the ancient gate, which served as an entrance to Quarn and was still standing due to several enchantments placed on it, opened to Fatoxum and his companions with heavy creaking. "Welcome back." |
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Posted - 2013.04.15 21:55:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:Alixenus wrote:OOC: Oh Brutus that's created so much tension I want to know what happens next...and I'm the one writing this! Well of the ones, but you get my point. Would it be too much of a spoiler to ask who the single man who mourned for all of them was? I notice Conyr wasn't one of the dead, but then neither was I.
And Sandromin, I had a question about the novelisation of this thread. Everyone here has their own style, are you smoothing them over into one to make it more coherent or leaving them as they are? (0oc) I'll never tell...(ooc)
//OOC: And here I was, peacefully thinking that Brutus just meant Frost to be the "mourning man". Now I'm immeasurably intrigued and have to know who in the world that person is.
Also, if I understood correctly, the tall man with a book is Xavier. Is a short man with a beard just a dwarf then?
On the topic of novelization, I'd like the styles kept as they are. I don't think they will hurt, since we are seeing situations from different perspectives, after all.
P.S. I just realized... Conyr was not anyhow described as being dead there! Is he the one standing and mourning everyone? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.15 22:31:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:So is this some sort a prophecy? Has Frost somehow glimpsed into the future? Or maybe Fate was warning him about what was to come? I wonder where this is going to go. Also, you may have been describing a different dwarf, for my Xavier is tall and lengthy.
Novelization, is, well, novelization. He almost has to put everything in his own writing style. I don't see how he couldn't, unless he just copy-and-pastes the whole thing, which would be no fun at all!
P.S. On a further note, I do believe that Sandromin has yet to reply to finish the meeting. He has to do this soon, for the thread is starting to stall, except for a few well written lore bombs, which I don't feel like writing right now.
P.S.S. By the way, this a perfect time for an explosion of some sorts. It does not matter the reason, this thread need some action!
P.S.S.S. Or you guys can just finish the meeting. Either or.
P.S.S.S.S. Or perhaps both.
P.S.S.S.S.S. Don't mean to rush, but, again, besides those lore posts, this thread has been stalling lately.
//OOC: Personally, I believe it is not all that necessary to keep the same style. Cloud Atlas had six distinct, yet intertwined, stories, and the styles were so absolutely different, as if six different writers worked on the book. Here, there are actually several co-authors writing in this epic thread. And albeit our stories are more closely related, and sometimes are the same ones, the audience gets to experience them through many unique characters, and these separated points of view, in my opinion, would be even more distinct, if the styles of writing differ throughout the story. That's just my take on the situation.
P.S. I just realized what exactly Brutus' lore bomb so closely reminded me of. If anyone of you knows World of Warcraft and read some of the books, in one of them it is told about the Hour of Twilight. Its vision was witnessed by one of the characters, who saw the solemn future of herself and many other characters, including the main villain of that time, dead, killed gruesomely by the spawns created by that villain. And I never actually got to say this, but Brutus, once again, terrific job on this prophecy. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.16 02:06:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) I've noticed that we've been stalling out lately as well. I've been slowing down because there have been other people trying to join and this post has become Brutus-taculiar. As in it's gigantic now. So I'd like to propose we slow down for a few days because even I'm running out of ideas. And on a side note thanks to everyone for giving me so many props on my prophecy. Just trying to spice up some stories for frost.(Ooc)
//OOC: I think we've slowed down enough already. Practically, right now everyone is waiting for Sandromin to reply. Until then... I guess I'll keep Fatoxum's story going for as long as I feel like it, really... I don't think there is much to be said about the other Ashborn as of now. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.17 00:00:00 -
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//OOC: Thank you Alixenus! Now we will get going faster. //End of OOC\\
Ignatus was first to spot the trio that exited the palace. He promptly notified Nexhawk by subtly nodding in their direction, and the latter now directed his attention at the three rulers as well. About time. When one of them, a royally dressed man whose muscles and posture gave him away as a seasoned soldier, drew a sword and pointed it at Xavier, Nexhawk was quick to react. He stepped between the two groups, facing the trio, and extended his hand towards them, drawing everyone's attention to the scene.
"Before I introduce myself, let me tell you this: while I and this Dwarf are here, you will not approach him with any bad intentions. Moreover, you will listen to what he has to say, and no matter if you agree or not, we will proceed as civilized people. While I'm present here, Xavier will not be attacked without a fully justified reason."
He put his hand down and bowed slightly to Sandromin and his companions. "With this out of place, let me finally talk to you in person. I am Nexhawk the Fiery Lord, the leader of the Ashborn. It is in my hopes that we will form and maintain friedly bonds between all the countries on these continents. I hope Ignatus had already told you some details about our nation, so I will get straight to business." Nexhawk walked closer to Sandromin himself and addressed the Sandman. "Primarily, it has come to my knowledge that the Gift of the Ashflame was bestowed upon you, Sandromin. If I understand correctly, your powers are in dire need of training, and I," the Ashborn placed his right hand on his chest, "will be glad to teach you."
As Sandromin pondered on the offer, Nexhawk turned to face all participants of the congregation. "Meanwhile, I had heard of your division on the issue of siding with or fighting a goddess called Nak'Sora, or Fate in your language. Note that I do not take a stance for now; it is in my main interests to listen to the both sides of this crucial argument. That way, it will be possible for me to form the least subjective opinion on the matter. Anyways, I realize that you are surprised to see this Dwarf," he motioned in Xavier's direction. "I brought him with me specifically to make both me and your group learn of his intentions and motives thoroughly, and in a civil manner. I, once again, will not tolerate a single menacing move towards Xavier." |
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Posted - 2013.04.17 01:57:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I understand why so much attention was drawn to Sandromin, but not addressing the king in his own capital, that hurt my feelings.*sad face* You hurt me reel deep.
Thanatos gives the fiery one a puzzled look. He didn't let it show, but as the king he was slightly offended*sad face*. His attention immediately draws towards Xavier.
"Stand down Alixenus, I have no qualm with any dwarf of Lucia, and I don't plan to. Xavier, I trust you are here for a more peaceful discussion than last night. Have you conquered the book? I do hope so. I put all of my trust in your strength. However I am only mortal..."
Achyr stands aside from everyone. As the trio exited the meeting room, Thanatos told him to prepare for an important announcement. He was anxious to hear what this was about. For now he watches as the politicians greet one another.
//OOC: How clunsy of me! I don't know what happened to me while I was writing the post, but my manners were vaporized somewhere, apparently. My apologies; I'll try to fix as much as I can. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk chuckled as he heard not Sandromin, yet one of his companions address the crowd. In an instant he realized who was the king of Diyad here. He bowed before Thanatos in a respectful manner. "Please forgive my ignorance, for I did not perceive you first as the king of this beautiful city. I sincerely hope there will be no quarrels between us based on this...incident." Nexhawk smiled gently. "Your name is Thanatos, I presume? Xavier told me a little about you and your kingdom. I think it is needless to say that," he glanced around, "this majestic city is indeed impressive, as are your technological advances. But enough of that; at this moment I am highly intrigued by your attitude towards Nak'Sora. It seems to me that you advocate for...killing her? I do not want to seem disrespectful, but I believe attempting such a feat is at the very least, um, foolish." He narrowed his eyes, watching Thanatos. "I would be glad, therefore, to hear of your motives and plans on this matter, for I understand that it will be virtually impossible for me to stay away from all this mess." Considering the fact that Sol'Krin seems to be involved as well. |
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Posted - 2013.04.18 21:38:00 -
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//OOC: I'm refreshing Locker Room pretty often.
Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Same with me.
Thanatos, are you anyhow going to reply to my last post? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.19 23:20:00 -
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//OOC: Thanatos, just a note, Nexhawk didn't mention Freedom directly to Thanatos; all italics outside of quotation marks should be considered thoughts. But if you mention the time he talked about Sol'Krin to Sandromin, then I digress. //End of OOC\\
"A fool?" Nexhawk stared at Thanatos with pure amazement. "My remark was never intended to make one of you, I can assure you. My sincerest apologies if you have been offended, but I just want you to know: gods are by any means not to be trifled with. All people of Praecantaria had received their powers from the gods, and yet it took the most potent Archmage of each nation only to sneak past Nak'Sora and take her creation, the Dark Arcanum. I am sure they would not succeed would she notice the theft earlier. Therefore, trust me when I say that you will need more than a band of heroes to end her existence."
Nexhawk studied Thanatos' countenance. Desire for power burns strongly in this one. He might not tolerate anyone speaking against him. Have to be more careful about this one; there is no proof yet that his mind is much saner than the Dwarf's.
"Now, you wanted to learn of my intentions? Primarily, I came here to meet Sandromin on Sol'Krin's request. At the same time, Xavier," he extended his fiery hand in the Dwarf's direction, "told me that it was in your motives to fight and defeat Nak'Sora. Although I did not have any personal dealings with her in the past, the very notion of destroying a god intrigues me to a great extent. Xavier, on the other hand, wants to convince you otherwise, and so I brought him here as well. Hence, not only I had an ability to kill two birds with one stone, but I also get to hear the arguments for both sides and form an objective opinion. Once again, accept the apologies for my misunderstanding... Here's hoping that such petty things will not lie between us from this point on." |
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Posted - 2013.04.21 09:24:00 -
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//OOC: @Sandromin - yes, at least I do, since Nexhawk addressed Sandromin first and only then started talking to Thanatos.
@Thanatos - Did you use telepathy on Nexhawk, or was the "burning desire" simply a coincidence? I couldn't clearly pick that up. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk smiled and nodded in pleasure. "It is great to hear that we can set this incidence aside and forget about it." Soon his expression changed as he listened to the last sentence. Nexhawk rubbed his chin and spoke, "Now this is something different from what the Dwarf has told me. He stated that you want to begin a crusade that will result in Nak'Sora's death exactly on Sol'Krin's behalf... Not only that, but that god actually granted Sandromin the powers of the Ashflame for an unclear reason! Yet you say that he is not "in this realm anymore", and I am slightly incredulous about this." |
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Posted - 2013.04.22 16:33:00 -
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XxWarlordxX97 wrote:Infine Sentinel wrote:XxWarlordxX97 wrote:what is this thread about? Read it and find out. it's to long, I'll just start here
//OOC: It would be highly inconvenient if you do that. I'd say reading the entire thread is crucial for participation, coming from my own experience. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.23 00:53:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Sandy needs to sort this out. BTW sorry for the lack of posting. I've been pumping hours into Civilization V. I think I may have an addiction.
//OOC: An amazing game, isn't it? Anyways, I'll be trying to write a new post soon enough, but I simply don't spend too much time home these days. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.23 02:41:00 -
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XxWarlordxX97 wrote:Infine Sentinel wrote:Alright I'm going to come in like Brutus did and when there near the Giant's land here's a hint at what I am, I love riddles, I love gold, I love war. Okay
//OOC: Um, we might have a problem with this post... Sandromin won't be happy. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.26 23:28:00 -
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//OOC: Xavier, I laughed quite hard at the manner you told the timeline in. Great job summing it up! And, as always, props to Brutus for outstanding writing. //End of OOC\\
Fatoxum's party walked through the ruins that used to be the city of Quarn. The refugee camp was busy with work. Some survivors were rebuilding volcano-shaped houses all around the city; they were aiming to build as much shelter as necessary, for it would not be beneficial for an Ashborn to inhale too many water vapors that were contained in the air. Others were using materials scavenged from the flooded lands to create swords and magical staffs. The forged swords were then taken to the Asborn enchanters who, using the remains of the ember residue supply, enveloped deadly blades in no less deadly tongues of flames. There were scouting expeditions too, just like the one Fatoxum was leading. Several groups made it their priority to hinder the Hydromancers' advance further into the heart of Abismonus. Other parties gathered valuable resources that were necessary to build more houses and make more weapons and tools.
Other Mir usually gave way to Fatoxum and his companions, mainly due to the fact that he was easily recognizable. Fatoxum's right eye socket was completely empty and dark; the flickering flame inside died out when a Hydromancer ran his water-enchanted blade through the eye during the battle of the Flamewood Thicket, located at Abismonus' eastern border. The wound has been since serving to him as yet another reminder of Hydromancers' bloodlust and atrocities. For other survivors, the scar was a mark that kept Fatoxum distinguishable among the Ashborn, who heard and knew of his reputation as a Council member.
All members of his group already departed to visit their family or friends, yet Fatoxum still walked. Finally, he saw an Ashborn of similar complexion as his own further in the distance, cheerily talking with two other persons. The man saw Fatoxum approaching and greeted him with a smile. "Hey, brother, how is it going?"
Fatoxum replied with a more grim expression. "Fine, Conris. Managed to kill several Hydromancer warmongers, but, apart from that, nothing unusual. How did your scouting go?"
"Oh, just excellent!" Conris chuckled. "Boys and I were just returning from Tlen'ra with several sacks of crumbled obsidian when some ice elementals tried to jump us."
Fatoxum tensed at these words. He's fought before several such golems, the creations of Hydromancer magic; however, tales of a small group of ice elementals entirely defeating and crushing ten Ashborn did not escape his ears. "And?"
His younger brother laughed. "Well, they surely picked a wrong place to try to get us. We were just crossing a lava river and so, you know, just summoned a couple of molten leviathans and..."
"YOU DID WHAT??" Fatoxum grabbed his head in terror. "The smoke coming from them can be seen miles away! I'm not even mentioning monstrous sounds from the summoning ritual... What were you thinking??"
Conris recoiled slightly. "Hey, relax! Trust me, no blue cloaks stopped by to help those poor golems. And besides, we still had quite a lot to walk to reach Quarn. So don't worry, we won't yet stop hindering them from learning about the..."
Fatoxum was quick enough to clamp Conris' mouth with his hand. He hissed in his brother's ear, "Do not, under any circumstances, talk about something like this. Anywhere. We have no idea about what devices Hydromancers have at their disposal to spy on us. In fact," he threw a quick glance to the side, "we do not know if there is one of them hiding in these ruins." He let go of Conris.
The latter rubbed his forehead and sighed, his uplifted mood now gone. "Fine, you are right. I should be more careful around here." He started to turn when Fatoxum realized his own mistake and caught him by his shoulder. "Look, I am sorry I lashed out. It's just...this entire war and its consequences are bothering me to a great extent. Listen, we might as well be the last line of defense here in Abismonus. For Nexhawk's plan to work, we must stand firm for as long as we possibly can. If we are cautious enough, maybe the Ashborn will be able to reclaim their homeland. Right now this opportunity is in the most danger, which I hope you understand."
"I certainly do, Fatox." Conris friendly slapped his older brother on the back. "I'm sorry too, for acting so blithely."
Conris turned around and walked away from Fatoxum. He didn't look back. |
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Posted - 2013.04.28 22:37:00 -
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//OOC: So quiet in here... Where did everybody go? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.04.30 00:31:00 -
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//OOC: I am waiting for Xavier to talk about his and Fate's motives as well, and, frankly, wouldn't mind Sandromin replying to Nexhawk addressing him. But he told us about the problems with the tech, so I would naturally expect a break between his posts right now. I'll do my best, though, to continue Faroxum's narration at the mean time. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.05.01 02:44:00 -
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//OOC: Well...we're all doomed now. //End of OOC\\
Too late.
At the instance Xavier's body started falling to the ground, Nexhawk dashed to him with blazing speed. He managed to catch the body in a rushed motion and carefully lay it on the pavement. He moved his palms above Xavier, trying to pinpoint the source of the latter's sudden faint, for Nexhawk still felt forces of life in the motionless body.
As soon as his fingers touched Xavier's forehead, sharp pain ran through them and pierced his own mind. Nexhawk expected this resistance; he noticed that the book started to change its aura in Xavier's hands, and now his suspicions were proven. Yet, the magnitude of the resistance was surprisingly strong from him. "I'll be damned," Nexhawk whispered and rose slowly. "At this time, Xavier is beyond reclamation. The Dark Arcanum has a too strong grip on his mind to break it, I'm afraid," he announced to his companions. "Right now, everything we can do is to wait for his awakening...but I do not possess the knowledge of its time and his condition." Nexhawk looked at the sky, hoping for Nak'Sora to catch his gaze.
Why did you let this happen? Why did you not protect his consciousness from the book's influence? Such a sharp and intelligent mind...lost, and for nothing! Why did you show apathy when you could've acted? But...one must not forget that your godly motives are beyond our comprehension! Was, then, this a part of one of your elaborate intrigues? I already found out that the Gods tend to pursue their own hidden interests, using mortals as pawns in your deceitful games. So how many more of us must die or lose their minds for you to finally achieve your grandiose goals?
"HOW MANY MORE??" Nexhawk yelled at the sky. The shout has startled everyone in close vicinity, and yet he just sighed apologetically and glanced again at Xavier's body. He noticed that the red glow of the book, which was lying besides the Dwarf's outstretched arm, was slowly receding. He quickly walked up to the accursed book and picked it up from the ground. The very corruptive essence of the Dark Arcanum was all but gone, transferred into Xavier's overwhelmed mind. However, the object still pulsated with magical energies of a very unique origin. Perfect, Nexhawk noticed grimly. At least there is something positive we can reap from this terrible incident.
"I..." he started, trying to clearly phrase the request he was about to make. "I ask that this gathering allows me to keep the book. It appears that this object no longer retains the corruption of the Dark Arcanum. There are still, however, traces of Nak'Sora's, or Fate's, magic. This kind of magic, in fact, may be paramount to one of my...um, errands on this continent. For now, I can tell you only that the goal of this errand might reveal a cure for restoring Xavier's sanity, should he subdue to the will of the Dark Arcanum. And, Sandromin," he turned and addressed the Sandman, "your presence during this expedition will be absolutely invaluable. I will share more as the time goes, but all others who are willing to join will be welcome." |
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Posted - 2013.05.01 10:49:00 -
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The two Ashborn frowned and pulled up their crimson hoods as the rain started.
"I...understand and respect that," Nexhawk nodded in regards to Thanatos' answer. He shot a quick doubtful glance at Ignatus, who shrugged in response. It seems it is time.
Nexhawk sighed and began his explanation. "I have been told that this continent hosted another race, now almost entirely extinct. The Logipriests. My suspicions are high that their home island is the location for one of the artifacts straight from Praecantaria. Don't ask me how it traveled the ocean and appeared there, but I am certain that it is there. My men have already found the temple."
Answering to several wondering gazes that were directed at him, Nexhawk elaborated. "You've already met Ignatus and his ship, the Embershard. I have initially sent two expeditions in different directions. The second ship, the Pathburner, arrived at the island of Logipriests, but not before meeting the Venezzian armada." He gestured at Alixenus. "Now, the artifact that the temple holds is called the Eye of Fate in your language. It is, actually, one half of a greater whole, while the second half is already in my possession."
"Nonetheless, I have some evidence to assume that the Eyes, when combined, will under certain conditions allow us to see the future. Short-term or long-term future, I know not, but it may shed the light on many questions you seek." He chuckled and continued, "Ironically enough, the primary purpose of this artifact was to record the history of all people in its area of effect, practically an entire continent, and, if activated, recount it to those who desire to know. And it is the activation process," Nexhawk now looked directly at Thanatos, "that will require some, if not all, of the book's magical forces. I hope there will be no need for them prior to the assembly of the artifact. That is why I hereby ask for Trinity's permission", he slightly bowed to Thanatos, Alixenus, and Sandromin, "to let me extract these energies from the former Dark Arcanum, when the need arises." |
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Posted - 2013.05.02 16:27:00 -
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//OOC: Wow, wow, did Conyr just die? Vyzion, in case you hadn't killed him off yet, can I ask for keeping him alive at least until Nexhawk meets him? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.05.02 22:11:00 -
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//OOC: Basically, some part of these pages was just other people coming in and admiring this magnificent creation.
For the rest of it, there was some continuation for our side characters' and parallel stories. Specifically, Frost traveled to the city of the dead and is now on the verge of dying from the hands of the shade that summoned him in the first place. Fatoxum reminded his brother in a rather aggressive way to stay careful and not to talk aloud about "something" that will immensely help Nexhawk after some time. (Consider it being a positive time bomb, in a sense.) Vyzion killed himself for no clear reason, and Conyr, after almost being cooked alive by the crazy female dwarf, also died, if I interpreted everything correctly. So I've not idea now what Vyzion is going to do.
Meanwhile, Xavier has officially lost his sanity. But worry not, he didn't yet annihilate everyone one the spot. Instead, the Dwarf fainted, as the corruptive magic of the Dark Arcanum moved into his mind. Nexhawk, at the mean time, grabbed the book and asked the Trinity to let him use it in order to assemble and activate a certain artifact, created by Fate in time immemorial. The artifact, apparently, will be able to recount the history of any people that are now part of our story; moreover, it will somehow allow our heroes to see the future, which might help in the fight against Fate. However, even Nexhawk doesn't know what future exactly is going to be shown. Thanatos categorically refuses, claiming that the book has been under Diyadian jurisdiction since the second era. Alixenus, on the other hand, thinks that, unless someone has a better plan, Nexhawk should keep and use the book. Now, basically, we await for your voice, Sandromin. (Oh, and Nexhawk mentioned that Sandromin's presence will be important during the search.)
So that's about it for the summary.
P.S. Infine, your thread still didn't make it to the second part of my challenge... You don't have at least half the number of likes of our thread. //End of OOC\\ |
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Nexhawk smiled as he weighed the book in his hands. "This is absolutely perfect. It was never in my intentions to venture to the island of Logipriests alone; on the contrary, I would encourage the Trinity to follow me there and witness for yourself the discovery of the second Eye and assembly of the artifact. However, before we travel there, I have knowledge of the location of the last Logipriest, Conyr. Right now he is in Lucia, which is Xavier's kingdom, I believe? In any case, I've been informed of his importance in locating the remaining Eye. What do you say to this?" |
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Posted - 2013.05.06 14:03:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Uhh, who are we waiting on now that Xavier's off with the fairies? Is it Nexhawk or Thanatos?
//OOC: I think my post was the last one in our conversation, when Nexhawk stated that he is glad Thanatos meant that all must cooperate. But mostly, I'm waiting for Sandromin to say at least something on the matter of the boom. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.05.06 22:11:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC:I did not forget about you Brutus,I just need some time. You as well Galrick. I've just had a lot of real world things to deal with. In conclusion, I hate the real world.
P.S. How many of us actually still play Dust?
//OOC: Me. I actually took a large break around two months ago, but came back for the Uprising. And it has been great! //End of OOC\\ |
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Alixenus wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) why does no one post! (Ooc) Because we're waiting on Sandromin, but his computer's busted. Either that or we're on a mid-season break and nobody told the two of us.
//OOC: Actually, Sandromin replied, asking someone to quickly summarize the last events. But I've been really busy these days, so if anyone else would kindly fill Sandromin in, both he and I would greatly appreciate it. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: There have been some news since I've posted this, but I'm not sure if Sandromin managed to see this or not:
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Basically, some part of these pages was just other people coming in and admiring this magnificent creation. For the rest of it, there was some continuation for our side characters' and parallel stories. Specifically, Frost traveled to the city of the dead and is now on the verge of dying from the hands of the shade that summoned him in the first place. Fatoxum reminded his brother in a rather aggressive way to stay careful and not to talk aloud about "something" that will immensely help Nexhawk after some time. (Consider it being a positive time bomb, in a sense.) Vyzion killed himself for no clear reason, and Conyr, after almost being cooked alive by the crazy female dwarf, also died, if I interpreted everything correctly. So I've not idea now what Vyzion is going to do. Meanwhile, Xavier has officially lost his sanity. But worry not, he didn't yet annihilate everyone one the spot. Instead, the Dwarf fainted, as the corruptive magic of the Dark Arcanum moved into his mind. Nexhawk, at the mean time, grabbed the book and asked the Trinity to let him use it in order to assemble and activate a certain artifact, created by Fate in time immemorial. The artifact, apparently, will be able to recount the history of any people that are now part of our story; moreover, it will somehow allow our heroes to see the future, which might help in the fight against Fate. However, even Nexhawk doesn't know what future exactly is going to be shown. Thanatos categorically refuses, claiming that the book has been under Diyadian jurisdiction since the second era. Alixenus, on the other hand, thinks that, unless someone has a better plan, Nexhawk should keep and use the book.
Now, shortly thereafter Thanatos mentioned that he actually is not against Nexhawk taking the book; in fact, his only concern lay with Nexhawk going on his expedition alone. Nexhawk quickly reassured the Trinity that his plans were to take them with him, considering the fact that Sandromin's presence would be, as mentioned previously, highly important. So, for now, that's about it.
Sandromin, your post in the aspect of reacting to Xavier's fainting and Nexhawk's proposal would be really welcomed. //End of OOC\\ |
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XxWarlordxX97 wrote:Galrick M'kron wrote:XxWarlordxX97 wrote:This thread needs bacon More than anything, it requires your absence. What is it with the bacon anyway? Anyway, @Sandromin, we're all waiting for you to post. No I think it does not
//OOC: In all honesty, I agree with Galrick. This thread has already seen enough derailment from you, and no more of it is necessary. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Is everyone too busy now that the Planetary Conquest has rolled out? I'll really try to come up with a new post in the next few days, but we're really stuck here without Sandromin. //End of OOC\\ |
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//OOC: Sandromin, just a quick note: my character's name is just Nexhawk, there is no first name. //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk raised his eyebrows as he heard Sandromin mention Arteum. But then he remembered Cenizar's descriptions of the map he's been given. Arteum is just on our way to the island of Logipriests, isn't it?
He followed the Sandman at a quick pace, the former Dark Arcanum, forgotten, still in his hand. "I will accompany you to your kingdom, Sandromin. But, when we've done whatever is necessary there, I would like to ask you and everyone else who so desires," he turned his gaze to the rest of the rulers for a moment, "to travel with me to search for the second Eye. It is in my firm beliefs that whatever plans you have, the Eyes will help immeasurably." |
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XxWarlordxX97 wrote:How is this thread still alive?, Bacon
//OOC: Listen... If you don't stop, I might as well start following Xavier's advice and start reporting every single one of your future posts as spam, for that's exactly what they are. //End of OOC\\ |
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Hip Hip Hooray! |
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Xavier Hastings wrote:I am back, everyone. I know you all missed me....
I was going to post an elegant swig of wine, bu someone needs to tell me, where is my character right now? In a stretcher or still lying on the ground, unconscious as a man who is unconscious?
//OOC: I think he's been taken away by now.
And BTW, GG in that Zion-SI battle. //End of OOC\\ |
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Sandromin Hes wrote:(Psst, what do I need to respond to if anything?)
//OOC: Probably my proposal to go to the Logipriests' island after we visit Arteum. //End of OOC\\ |
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Nexhawk stopped abruptly for a moment when he caught a single phrase that Sandromin spoke. Straight to the scorched lava lands... What are the chances for this to be a coincidence? Does he really know that the Eyes will have to be taken to Ardorium for the final stage of activation? Surely, Sol'Krin must guide his thoughts!
He motioned for other leaders and Ignatus to follow him, clasped his hands, and walked with Sandromin. "This is absolutely perfect. You cannot imagine how glad I am to learn the route we will be taking. Also," Nexhawk threw a short glance at Ignatus, "if it ever turns out that we don't have enough space, I can offer the Embershard as an additional transport. I'm sure it will go just as fast as the Diyadian airships." |
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:And BTW, GG in that Zion-SI battle. //End of OOC\\ [OOC]You were there? Thank you, mate. Sadly, a bug got me and prevented me from leading a squad. Ah, CCP.... Hmmm. Well, apparently you guys are not even fazed by my fainting. I suppose you have seen worse, zombies and all. Of course, what fun would there be without Xavier? None, of course. This story needs an anti-hero/villain/wolf in sheep's clothing somewhere... I take it I am in an infirmary? Or a stretcher? I'll go with the stretcher.[/OOC] And so it was! The poor bastard got what no being should ever experience. The absolute and complete lose of the mind. Oh, the woe! Oh, the misery this man must experience! The stretcher shook back and forth, back and forth, as if someone was rocking a baby in it's cradle. Xavier was a mess. His armor, sweet and shiny, but his face, oh so badly worn. It looked, different. More, wild. More, old. Blood was all across his face. It 'twas a hard, hard fall. Xavier stirred. There were two men carrying the stretcher. They were both adorned with a pure white robe. This was strange to Xavier. Why wear white was it was destined to get dirty? In dwarven culture, a deep red was the coat doctors wore, so patients could not see the blood. "Where am I?" asked the tired man in the stretcher. Both men looked down at him. "He is alive," one said. "Don't worry. you are going to be alright." Xavier looked at his body. He was still in his silvery armor which was shining in the sunset. Why was he in the stretcher. He did not feel sick or hurt. What exactly happened? I opened the book and it, attacked me. I then fell...The book. Where was the book? The book, that began Xavier's misery, and still will not let go! Oh, the book will not let go! Xavier suddenly, to the doctors' surprise, rolled over and fell, face first, to the cold pavement. The pain was sharp and sudden, but it did not matter. Xavier wanted the book. The doctors crowded against Xavier. He had a bloody nose from the fall. They both were urging him to get back on the stretcher. "No. Leave me be. Both of you." Xavier turned around. He had an aggressive expression on his face. The blood made him seem, demonic. The men, apparently intelligent, stepped back from the dwarf. He had ambition in his eye. Oh, yes, he was destined to get that book. And with that, he shambled on, down the corridor, where They were conversing.. [OOC]How is my writing? I have not posted in a while...[/OOC]
//OOC: Yeah, the faster they fix all PC bugs, the better. :D
Your writing is as good as always. And I guess Nexhawk will have real problems now that Xavier woke up. //End of OOC\\
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Looking toward the coast, Nexhawk saw the Embershard's crimson flag soaring in the distance. He watched as the phoenix hatchling, sent by Ignatus, carried a message to the ship's captain. He nodded and was just prepared to step on the Diyadian flagship when something abrupt startled him. What in the name of...?
Nexhawk stopped in his tracks and set his eyes on the Arcanum in his right hand. Albeit there was no visual disturbance in the book's appearance, he felt its rhythmical pulsations reverberating through his hand. "Wait!" Nexhawk called to his companions. "I... I do not know what this means exactly, but it seems that the book is calling to something close."
"But what?" The question came from Ignatus. "The Arcanum has been cleansed of its darkness!"
"Not entirely, so it appears. It is possible that, although the essence of corruption has been purged from the book, its trace lingers on. It cannot manifest itself into anything dangerous, but there is still enough of it to be willing to, so to say, combine with the insidious force that might now possess Xavier's mind. But what caused it to send the call at this time?"
It will never hurt to check. Nexhawk turned to Thanatos. "Where exactly is Xavier held right now?" |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Okay now I'm convinced everyone participating in this is telepathic. It seems every time I get ready to unleash/introduce something, you guys are always one step ahead of me. Interesting...
//OOC: Haha, an intriguing coincidence indeed. So, is Diyadian king going to lead Nexhawk to Xavier? //End of OOC\\ |
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Nexhawk squinted, trying to make out the base's silhouette among heavy rain. Hearing Thnataos' cry, he realized the time was short. The Fiery Lord clapped his hands above his head in a fast motion. "Evoco Ardavis!"
Suddenly another sound arose from the center of the capital. There, the two Phoenixes that carried Nexhawk and Xavier sprang from their eggs and flew to heed their master's call. In several moments, they already landed before Nexhawk and squeaked eagerly.
He grabbed Fel'ir's harness and glanced at the king of Diyad. "It's your call, Thanatos. Should we ascend to wherever Xavier is and check on his condition? Or do you think your men will handle it?" |
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: For continuity's sake it's best we wait for the others to respond, specifically Xavier to the guards.
//OOC: True - that's why AI decided to hold on instead of flying off straight away. But where is everybody else? //End of OOC\\ |
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Sorry, I won't be able to post until June 9th. Exams.
//OOC: Sure, that's always far more important. Best of luck passing them! I guess we'll assume that the Engineer still comes with us for the time being. //End of OOC\\ |
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Nexhawk nodded affirmatively and apologetically glanced in other leaders' direction. "I'm sorry that I don't have any more Phoenixes to spare. However, if Thanatos' order is fulfilled, the base will come to the ground anyways, and then you should be ready for anything." He and the Diyadian King swiftly jumped on their mounts. The giant birds spread their fiery wings and took off in response to Nexhawk's order. Soon enough, the two riders were already halfway to the base, when Nexhawk's facial expression switched from burning determination to genuine confusion.
"I... I sense that something is amiss. There is some kind of power at hand up there, and yet, as I try to probe it, I feel... nothing. And it's not just the absence of magic that one would feel in those with no affinity to it. No, this is something even emptier," Nexhawk frowned worriedly, "as if...the void has manifested itself somehow."
He looked at Thanatos, his countenance nothing but troubled. "Can you tell what this could possibly mean?" |
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Nexhawk listened in silence as the king of Diyad spoke of this Divine Intervention. As a term, it meant almost nothing to him; as an action, however, it was quickly recognized by his memory. Nexhawk has seen it transpire both in his life and throughout the history of Praecantaria, starting from the Creation of the Dark Arcanum up to the Second Frostfire War, which was the last war that the Ashborn fought on their home continent.
At last, Nexhawk sighed, contemplating about Nak'Sora's interference in the dealings of the five Praecantarian people. "I see," he simply replied to Thanatos' explanation, while thinking, Sol'Krin help us all.
Finally, the pair of Phoenixes carried their riders to the base itself. As Nexhawk and Thanatos landed on the platform, the Fiery Lord ordered the Phoenixes to stay close. He then threw a quick glance around the structure, mentally prepared himself for whatever lay ahead, and spoke to Thanatos, "Lead on." |
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Nexhawk appeared to revert to his normal confident self. He chuckled while mounting Fel'ir. "Not one bit, Thanatos. After all," he smiled before taking to the skies, "I am considered a demigod among my people as well." After these words, Fel'ir used its strong limbs to push from the ground and lift itself and the rider high in the air. The second Phoenix took off as well, and Nexhawk nodded at the bird, "In case you will ever need help on the ground, I will be quick to send this Phoenix to pick you up." Then, the two majestic birds turned and flew toward the clinic, their wings now flapping absolutely silently. |
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) so is anyone still around?(ooc)
//OOC: Yep, waiting for Xavier to come back. //End of OOC\\ |
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"Five hundred??" Fatoxum stared in disbelief at the messenger.
The latter, still panting from a long run, heavily leaned his shoulder on the wall of Fatoxum's house. "Somewhere in a day's walking distance. I think they've finally realized where the strikes are coming from."
Fatoxum pounded his fist on the closed door. How many survivors did the city host now, two hundred? Three? And how many would be capable of fighting? "Where are they coming from?"
"Due southeast of here. Do you know that village, Ning'ur? They were passing through the ruins when I spotted them."
Ning'ur... His knuckles whitened, as Fatoxum clutched the hilt of his sword. The memories of his family engulfed him. He always knew that the village could not have miraculously held against the Hydromancers' monstrosity and stood, and yet...deep inside, a small flame of hope used to flicker; Fatoxum even planned to lead a searching party for a long journey there at his own risk.
And now, the flame was extinguished by the news.
He sighed with sorrow and dismissed the scout. "Go rest. I will need you and every other able fighter soon enough." Them, Fatoxum opened the door to his house and stepped in. He went straight to the table in the middle of the room and dropped heavily on the chair.
His head fell into his hands. How am I supposed to hold them? The element of surprise will no longer be on our side; even more so, we ourselves may fall victim to it. How, in the name of Sol'Krin, are we to survive?
You will not survive.
Fatoxum quickly stood up, throwing the chair on the ground. "Who is there?" he exclaimed, surveying the room with a fireball in his hand, ready to launch at an unseen visitor.
The room was empty.
"Where are you?" Fatoxum shouted. "Reveal yourself!"
Your people will only meet their demise here, a woman's voice continued, unperturbed. Flee, and you will escape unnecessary bloodshed.
"Who are you?" the Ashborn demanded.
I am but a guide, the disembodied voice replied. This city is doomed, and you can do nothing about it. Run for your lives, and your people may yet be saved.
Fatoxum picked up the chair and set it firmly before the table. "Whoever you are, know this: I will not break my promise. Our stand will be final, and we will fight till the last Ashborn falls."
Is that what the rest of them really want? To die for nothing?
He sat heavily on the chair, silent.
Besides, the Fiery Lord will not know about this. What does it matter if you let the Hydromancers pass freely to the west? They will break through anyways. The only difference is whether your lives will be washed away or not...
Fatoxum's head jerked as he heard the voice mention Nexhawk. How is it possible? A seed of doubt and suspicion creeped into his mind. Is it a spy? Involuntarily, the fissures along his hands' surface glowed brighter, as if the fire was ready to escape and conjure burning spheres in apprehension of danger.
No, no, Fatoxum shook his head and soothed himself, crushing the doubt into ash. Nexhawk and I conversed alone. No one could hear us, and certainly, the spy would've been caught right there by him. Nothing escapes Nexhawk's gaze. New questions of the voice's origin poured into his mind, but Fatoxum decided to reply to his interlocutor firstly. "I believe that we are not alone. There must be other survivors behind our line of defense. If we take the first strike, the Hydromancers' force will be weakened, and they may never reach their goal." He tried to sound reassuredly, but, in his own mind, the words did not sound very truthfully.
Poor Fatoxum. Such courage, such hope, such...fire. A pity it has to be put out. The words sounded quieter and quieter. Maybe your people will be able to make the right decision without their foolish leader.
Fatoxum understood. "Wait!" he yelled. "I can--"
Too late, the ghostly voice whispered.
Immediately, Fatoxum cried in anguish. He felt his mind pierced by a thousand spikes. They slowly intruded it, crushing any thought that existed in Fatoxum's head. His hands shook, as he tried to squeeze his temples and drive the pain out. He felt the fiery blood turn against him, burning the insides of his head. This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, no, no, why me, stop, STOP I CAN'T PLEASE NO NO STOP AAARRGH--
"MAKE IT STOP!!!" he roared the words through his mouth, frozen by fear and unbearable pain.
And then, for a brief moment, the agony parted, and Fatoxum saw with clarity the future that now could not transpire. He saw Hydromancers sweeping through the empty city, looking for a living soul; a fleeting moment later, he saw several hundred Ashborn, safely hidden in the caves nearby by Fatoxum himself.
And as regret filled his mind, black fog enveloped his vision, and his body collapsed on the table. |
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//OOC: Sorry for my absence, I've been rather busy these days. Anyways, Thanatos, should our characters start going into the facility and confront Xavier and Halvedes, or are we waiting for something? //End of OOC\\ |
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Sandromin was walking towards his ride to Arteum when he felt its presence. He knew not what it was, but felt something. Or, rather, something. Whatever it was, it was full of malicious intent. He had a feeling it was... empty, almost like a void. As quickly as he had begun to leave he was walking back. Sandromin knew very well what lie ahead, ahead and most likely he was to have another fateful encounter.
As he walked through the passages, he felt the presence, or the lack of it thereof, growing stronger. His eyes had picked up on this and changed accordingly. They grew a deeper shade of red, crimson as the first moon during an eclipse. Void. This word kept growing louder in his mind. It was almost as if his mind were chanting it. And then he saw it. A completely inhuman being to his eyes, he saw the Void.
Sandromin pulled his sword and focused radiant heat onto it. It was time to kill this unholy being; it had no right of being here and wreaking havoc.
Void.
"What are you?" Sandromin began.
Void.
"Well, whatever you are, you shall die here by my sword!" he exclaimed after the lack of response.
Argh, I can't stop this stupid word from repeating itself in my head. Void this, void that. My concentration is completely off. As if I can trade blows with this... thing. I need to hold back and wait until I see what this thing can do. Not only that, but if I charge right in, my lack of attentiveness will get me killed like those poor men, or at least their blood, on the floor. Void... hmph.
As the thing that used to be Halvedes came at him, Sandromin leapt back, dodging all his... arms?... proficiently. This was the first time he used his vision in combat, and it allowed him to interpret and counter his enemy accordingly. Still, Sandromin needed to clear his mind, or else his fate would be sealed.
As he dodged, he realized everything its arms touched were absorbed into it.
Ah, so that's what this blob does. I can't use a sword against this confounded being, so I'll have to observe its actions. In the meantime, I'll sheath my sword so as to not lose it. Void.......? Argh, this is ridiculous.
//OOC: Um... Just to be clear, isn't Halvedes conversing with Xavier on the flying base right now, with Thanatos and Nexhawk soon engaging them? //End of OOC\\ |
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OOC: I'm still here, watching the thread, although I couldn't really post anything due to a busy schedule though. Will try to respond to Thanatos' action soon enough; maybe even describe some event that is happening in Quarn after Fatoxum's immature death. //End of OOC\\ |
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Let us pray that we can face whatever is inside. Nexhawk's thoughts were filled with anxiety and worries as he watched from above how Thanatos approached the clinic. He saw the Diyadian king struggle while sprinting on his trek to the entrance. Is it an affliction? Or something resisting him from the inside of the building?
Nexhawk was not taking any chances. He murmured something to the phoenix that was flying next to his own mount and pointed at Thanatos. The fiery bird descended towards Thanatos and hovered, unnoticed, five meters above him. Meanwhile, Nexhawk directed Fel'ir at the clinic's rooftop. The creature landed silently in the middle of the roof, and the Ashborn peered into one of the windows that presented a clear view of the entrance and the persons of interest - Xavier and a Diyadian whose skin Nexhawk saw as seeping with dark purple fluids. Sure enough, as he tried to probe the man's magical powers, only Void was present.
Sol'Krin give us strength, silently prayed Nexhawk, conjuring a fireball in each hand and readying himself for the assault. |
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Dammit!
The instant Xavier's eyes met his own, Nexhawk knew his cover has been blown. Most likely, he figured, Xavier's senses have been bolstered by the corruption in his mind. He noticed the cold resolve in the Dwarf's eyes, and that resolve showed most clearly that the fight was unavoidable. The relief, then, came in the fact that both Xavier's and the Diyadian's gazes were drawn towards Nexhawk, thus rendering Thanatos, who was approaching the main entrance, virtually unnoticeable for their eyes. The Ashborn deliberately held the stare and looked into Xavier's eyes, hoping to buy some time until Thanatos was spotted or revealed himself.
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//OOC: Welcome, Luna! It's amazing that we have a new person to join in our storytelling. Thanatos, however, is right; quite a lot will remain unclear if you don't read the entire thread. I know, it must be a very long read by now, but trust me when I say that it's worth it. Moreover, there are several unclaimed/partially claimed locations mentioned along the story that might suit your nation. Yet again, welcome! //End of OOC\\ |
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Luna Angelo wrote:Fair enough. I fixed it (hopefully).
//OOC: Also take note that this thread has deviated from the original playstyle; now we lead the narration from one or a couple of persons related to our nations. For example, Thanatos here controls the king of Diyad with the same name as well as the one of top officials gone rogue. Hence, most of what OP mentions - strengths, weaknesses, followers, etc. - is no longer in use. So I suggest you immerse yourself in reading through this thread; it might give you some ideas about where to start and how to introduce your character and your nation. //End of OOC\\ |
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No! Nexhawk looked helplessly as Xavier entered the portal and disappeared from his field of view. It was clear as day where his companion has teleported him. Strangely enough, however, the Void himself stayed, apparently in order to fight Nexhawk.
Nexhawk watched curiously as the orb of unknown energy was flying towards him. He finally snapped his fingers, and the two fireballs in his hands transformed into a wall of flames in front of Nexhawk. The Void's attack hit the barrier, and both the orb and the fiery wall dissipated in the air. After this, Nexhawk did not hesitate. His mount leaped into the air above the Void with grace possessed only by Phoenixes.
And then, the Ashborn leader jumped off Fel'ir.
Midair, Nexhawk took note of the spot on the ground that would put the Void's back towards Thanatos, granted that the former faced Nexhawk in that spot. Hence, the Fiery Lord directed his body at that spot and called upon his infernal powers to aid him in the descent. Winds of flame surged all around Nexhawk, and as he lunged towards the ground, feet first, he left a column of fire in his wake.
In two moments, Nexhawk the living meteor hit the ground, landing safely on his feet. However, the explosion caused by the collision and centered at Nexhawk's landing spot shook the base and sent fiery cracks running away from the point of impact. The cracks spewed lava out of them which, along with the shockwaves from the collision, rushed towards the Void. At the same time, Nexhawk's Phoenix charged at his master's opponent and attacked him with its fiery claws. |
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Nexhawk did not seemingly react to the Void's assault. However, if one observed the pair closely at that moment, one would notice Mexhawk's right shoulder flex ever so slightly, as if it hardened. Hence, as the obsidian sword collided with the Ashborn's thickened skin, it simply rebounded back and flew out of the Void's hand.
Nexhawk brushed off the obsidian dust from his shoulder. "Hitting me with my own skin?" He smirked. "Talk about disappointment." Next moment, Nexhawk drew a large breath and exhaled a massive cloud of fire, just as if a volcano erupted in his mouth. The flaming mass enveloped the Void while the Fiery Lord lifted his gaze up and muttered an incantation, his palms pointing at his adversary. Meanwhile, Fel'ir resumed its attack and clawed at the Void, engulfed in conjured flames. |
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Posted - 2013.07.16 03:06:00 -
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//OOC: It's really nice to see the beginning of the liberation effort for Brutus' homeland.
By the way, Thanatos, when is Halvedes/The Void going to counter my attack?
Also, I'll write a new post about the fate of Quarn after Fatoxum's death soon enough. Hope you did not forget about that city yet! //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.19 11:51:00 -
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//OOC: For the sake of having a chance of concluding this fight, I'm gonna say that the manpower was enough to drag the base, okay? If the later consensus is the opposite, I will edit this post accordingly, though. //End of OOC\\
We could be fighting like this for ages! thought Nexhawk. And then he lost his balance.
In fact, the entire platform the fight was happening on lowered as if someone dragged it from below. Nexhawk could see Thanatos stumble outside of the infirmary. Even the Void was now surprised at this abrupt change of action. A million thoughts raced through Nexhawk's mind, and one of them struck him with its simplicity and precision.
He can suck in all the magic he wants, true... But what about physical damage?
At that perfect moment of imbalance, Nexhawk saw his next action as clearly as if Sol'Krin himself showed his disciple the way to perform it. The Fiery Lord crouched, bending his arms and putting both hands to the right of his abdomen. Then he shot out, like a cannonball, leaving a fiery trail on the ground beneath him. He rushed at the Void at blinding speed, and the latter only stared with worried disbelief at the approaching Ashborn. Nexhawk covered the distance between himself and his adversary in no time. He extended his arms, driven by the same propulsion that gave his whole body this burning speed, and placed a crushing blow on the Void's midsection with his palms, putting enough force into the strike to send a man of normal complexity flying over the ledge of the platform.
//OOC: Thanatos, I hope you don't mind the stumbling part either. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.19 14:34:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Cool, no problem Thanatos :)
//OOC: Not sure if this was pointed at one of Thanatos' posts or not... //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.20 00:01:00 -
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//OOC: Finally, six pages and a month and a half later... //End of OOC\\
On the next day after Fatoxum's abysmal death, his body has been discovered by an Ashborn scout that was carrying the news of the Hydromancers' advance. Both grim news have spread around Quarn like a wildfire in a forest, planting great fear in the hearts and minds of the refugees. The cause of their leader's death remained unknown, and everyone suspected a Hydromancer mole to exist in their ranks. The city was ripe for a universal panic, and yet Fatoxum's brother, Conris, managed to salvage this dire situation. With his excellent oratory skills, he craftily turned their fear into hatred and anger, the invaders being their primary focus. The atrocities of the Aecoria's army, the water magi, were unbearable, he claimed, and Fatoxum's gruesome death showed even more of their cruelty and cowardliness. His fellow Mir were rallied by his fiery speech, and when the Hydromancers finally showed up at Quarn's doorstep at noon, they were met by diligent defenders, ready to stand against the assault until the very end.
The first spell was launches by a Hydromancer at the closed gates of Quarn. Then, both sides sent volleys of fireballs or frostbolts on their enemies. Phoenixes dropped on the attackers and tore some unlucky victims apart with their mighty claws, only to be taken down by ice golems, who, in turn, have been shattered by the meteors of the Ashborn. Although the defenders had a superior position, both sides were taking casualties from the start, for Hydromancers sent small snowstorms up the walls of the city, covering large areas and freezing Ashborn there to death.
Shortly after the battle began, a group of Hydromancers separated themselves from the main army and started casting the spell that would summon the same exact wave that, albeit being much larger, utterly destroyed most of Abismonus. Luckily enough, however, Conris noticed their effort quite early and ordered several mages to summon molten leviathans from a nearby lava river. The conjured giants promptly disrupted the ritual and brought some havoc into the Hydromancers' ranks, although they were overwhelmed and destroyed by the recuperated aggressors shortly afterwards. As their frozen pieces fell to the ground, the Hydromancers raised them as their own golems that were sent to hammer the city's gates. Under Conris' guidance, a couple of his comrades made lava shoot and burst from the soil beneath the gates, melting some of the giants. And yet, soon the gates have been broken, but the Ashborn regrouped and focused their defenses at the breach, keeping the Hydromancers at bay for quite some time.
The day has put on the nightly veil, and the battle has steadily rolled onto the streets of Quarn. The defenders have employed every means necessary to protect their city. Braziers were overthrown, their flames gathered into fiery spheres and flung into the attackers; torches became deadly clubs, spreading fire to everything they touched; even ashen soil was thrown at the invaders' eyes. Obsidian clashed with hydralite, the underwater mineral that made up Hydromancers' weapons; staves locked together in lethal dances; spells were fired here and there, setting flesh alight or freezing it. Every building has been fought for, and at times entire families fought to defend their own home. Those Ashborn young enough to be unable to fight were sent away on the remaining Phoenixes, and yet, some of them didn't even make it past the city's perimeter and were instead shot down by giant icy shards. Cries of agony and anguish filled Quarn; here, a Hydromancer kneeled in pain, clutching his burning face; there, an Ashborn squeezed his right arm, trying in vain to contain the water in his right limb and stop it from spreading through his body and solidifying in veins, essentially freezing the man from the inside. Piles of icy and charred corpses started to fill the streets. Houses crumbled into dust, hit by magical waves; water mixed with ash and trapped any Ashborn unlucky enough to step in it, sometimes even rising as a conjured elemental. At the same time, magma erupted forth from the soil, assaulting the forces of Aecoria. It appeared as if elements themselves clashed in a terrible battle over the city.
In the long run, however, the Hydromancers had a mass of advantages over the less fortunate Ashborn. They had a much more diverse arsenal than that of the ruined city. They were not exhausted as much as the Ashborn, who have been hit with fatigue by the end of the fighting after several days of hard work of rebuilding the city. And lastly, of course, their numbers have outmatched the defenders by a couple of hundreds, which has virtually turned the assault into a battle of attrition. The Ashborn fought much fiercely, however, and thus it was that in the end, only one defender was left standing, facing a hundred of Hydromancers. He climbed the tower on top of the Sunfury Temple in the center of Quarn. The Ashborn made hell itself rain on his adversaries, and still his powers were not enough to banish them from the city. The icy spears were hitting the tower supports, and soon enough, it crumbled onto the Temple, crushing the last defender of the city.
After the battle was over, the Hydromancer general, Lacustim, surveyed the ruins from the top of the nearby hill. "Leave no stone standing," he ordered to his men. "Demolish this city completely." His followers created boulders of ice and massive water waves to wash away and break the remaining buildings. They worked diligently with the icy and watery elementals by their side, wishing to destroy any reminder of their enemies' dwellings.
At the break of dawn, the city of Quarn was no more. |
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Posted - 2013.07.21 04:08:00 -
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The ocean between the Scorched Lavania and the continent of Praecantaria stretched for an extremely vast distance. Due to the lack of relations between the residents of the two continents, if one would observe the entire body of water, one would usually notice very little movement on its surface, and that would only indicate at the activity of the creatures that dwelt underwater. On the day when the fateful battle of Quarn had happened, however, one would notice an unusual little speck flying to the eastern coast of Lavania. To the observants on that shore, the speck grew and grew with time, until a silhouette of a phoenix hatchling started to draw itself in front of the rising sun.
The citizens of Spodium were amazed upon seeing the arrival of a message from their ravaged and abandoned home. For many Ashborn, it meant new hope for the restoration of Abismonus; if there were survivors after the flood, it could as well be possible to return back one day. Smiles appeared on many of the previously solemn faces, as they watched the flight.
Igniris was tending to one of Spodium's cendren groves when she noticed the flying hatchling. Surprise filled her mind too, but not for the same reason as it filled others. She knew that Nexhawk left a small group of volunteers on Praecantaria to hold back maraudering Hydromancers for as long as possible. What was unusual for the woman, then, was the fact that a young hatchling could cover the immense distance between the two landmasses.
And truly enough, the small phoenix was using the last of its resources when it crossed the perimeter of Spodium. The hatchling was breathing heavily as it descended on the easternmost cape of Lavania and collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, not many feet away from Igniris. She hurriedly ran to the bird and scooped it in her hands, carefully placing the phoenix next to a pile of fallen cendren leaves, so that it could eat and fill its hunger. The hatchling dropped a roll of parchment from its beak somewhere along the way to the leaves, and Igniris picked it up after letting go of the young creature and letting it feast. The phoenix tiredly, but happily, pecked at the leaves and broke them into small pieces, taking them into its mouth one at a time. Meanwhile, Igniris unrolled the note and started reading the rather brief message.
The Core is on its way. It houses a couple hundred of survivors, but the rest decided to stay with me and fight back against the invaders for the sake of letting it travel safely. We are holding up right now and trying to rebuild what we can.
Fatoxum
The message was dated three days ago.
Igniris narrowed her eyes as she tried to compare the speeds of the hatchling and the Core. She figured that the phoenix travelled around three times faster. Six or seven days till it arrives, she realized. Five, if the wind blows in the right direction. The news had definitely lifted her spirits; not only the arrival of the Core meant a lot for Nexhawk and his people, but also the word about the remaining survivors gave her the same hope that filled the hearts of other Ashborn already.
The Ashborn woman closed her eyes. She tried to reach her brother through space, a kind of connection not unusual among her kin, but amplified if established between two siblings. Igniris searched for Nexhawk and finally found him hundreds of miles away. When she reached for him, however, sounds of battle assaulted her ears. Shouts, explosions, rumbling, blows... Igniris slammed her palms over her ears to muffle the noise and almost called to Nexhawk, but then she felt something else. She senses a touch of a place where no magic could exist...where nothing could exist. The feeling was similar to staring into an abyss, only multiplied thousandfold. Abyss enveloped her senses; she wanted to scream, and then a name came to her mind.
Void.
She drew back and severed the connection with Nexhawk. Igniris snapped her eyes open and realized she was panting. Heavily. Whatever her brother was fighting was definitely not human...and it seemed to be extremely dangerous. |
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Posted - 2013.07.21 12:05:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:
On another note I would like your input all. I fear that either the quality of my writing has vastly decreased since starting this, or I'm just realizing that I suck at writing. It's been really bothering me lately. As I've seen everyone else's writing improve when you were already excellent before.
//OOC: I think that this is almost everyone's problem when it comes to comparing works of different people and yours in one domain (be that art, literature, actual work, etc.). At times, we tend to judge our own work against much higher standards unlike those of our peers, and it results in this universal doubt. I'm saying this because I have experienced that feeling too and many times; in fact, I believe that it is not alien to anyone who continues posting in this thread. Vyzion has pretty much nailed it, and I'm just going to echo his words by saying that your writing is as great as it has always been. Don't let your exaggerated judgment of your own work discourage you from coming back and producing more of it.
Thanatos 716 wrote:
OOC: Nexhawk, ding ding ding! You partially figured out his weakness. He cannot absorb physical attacks. There is a catch though...
I knew there was one! Very well, let's try again, shall we? //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk watched the Void slide to the end of the platform and felt slight disappointment as the latter held himself in place. But then his attention was diverted to someone's presence, not in Karthage, but in his mind. He felt Igniris connect to him all the way from Spodium, but for what reason, he couldn't yet tell.
Then the Void started to speak.
"Think you can fill the Void? Make me whole? Make me ONE?" Nexhawk stared at his adversary for one brief moment. Fill the Void... Does the Void have its limits? How much exactly can he absorb? Ideas began to form in his thoughts, but then...
"Even now she has ensured your message has made it safely."
What message? Nexhawk tried to probe Igniris' mind, and sure enough, there was a message. But with what content? The Ashborn couldn't possibly discern. And at this moment, he felt his sister break the mind link without saying anything. This made Nexhawk feel sorrow; he had enjoyed that moment of peace and serenity that emanated from Igniris and her surroundings. But he realized that she must have felt the turmoil that he was now experiencing, and that scared her beyond measure.
"Would you not like to restore your forgotten land? To bring your people to their former glory, to vanquish the your enemies?"
Nexhawk hissed, "I would prefer to stay here than employ your corruption to reclaim my homeland, thank you very much!"
What happened next assured that he was right in this notion. The Void commenced creating bodies out of seemingly nowhere and seeding souls from the heavens into them; the sight itself was indescribable even for Nexhawk, who had definitely seen much in his lifetime. This is madness! Necromancy...evolved! "How different are you from a necromancer, monster?" Nexhawk shouted at his enemy.
And then Thanatos came in for the strike. His aura assauted Nexhawk's senses; it was too much to behold even for the Ashborn. He shielded his eyes for a brief moment, for Thanatos' glow made everything else look like a pale shadow of itself. He heard the Ultimatum clash and hiss as it came in contact with the flesh of the creature that was the Void. But the glow eventually receded, and Nexhawk saw something unbelievable. Thanatos' sword could not be absorbed! But this realization came with a heavy price - somehow, the Void managed to suck in the lifeforce of the katana's wielder, and as the both assailants fell onto the ground, Nexhawk could spot Thanatos at the brink of his senses, his eyes bleeding, his appearance that of an ancient man.
Time to finish this.
Nexhawk glanced at the sky above him and saw the two phoenixes still circling there. He shouted an order, and his mount plunged to his master, while the other creature rushed to Thanatos. Nexhawk climbed Fel'ir and flew towards the Void, watching as the second phoenix grasped Thanatos' arms and dragged the man lightly a few meters away.
Sol'Krin, I request your aid! Help your faithful servant, the Ashborn beckoned. To his relief, the diety appeared in his mind's eye a moment later. The god's image smiled. What is it that you require, my child?
I need your help in defeating this...this abomination.
And how do you know it is one?
The question forced Nexhawk into stupor. Sol'Krin answered for him. The Void is where all things come from in the beginning. It is also where they all go in the end. The matter then gets reshaped into new creations that enter the mortal plane through a natural cycle of life. There is no... Sol'Krin's countenance saddened as he corrected himself. There should be no other way. What this...creature is doing is, at the very least, abominable. So you are right in this assumption, Nexhawk. And this is why I will help you banish and destroy this monster.
I...I cannot thank you enough, my lord, Nexhawk bowed his head to Sol'Krin's image.
Just give me a point, and I will strike, the god smiled as he uttered the last words and disappeared from Nexhawk's thoughts.
The Fiery Lord now knew exactly what to do. As Fel'ir drew closer to the Void, who now prostrated on the ground, Nexhawk jumped midair from his mount and drew his hands together again. He plunged towards his foe and extended his arms, his palms now mere inches away from the Void's head...
//OOC: Thanatos, I think you should have the choice of whether Nexhawk gets to strike the Void now or not.
Also, please tell me if I screwed up anything in the reason for which the betrayer should be killed. It has been a long time since we've discussed the aspect of the Void. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.23 02:32:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:1300 posts. Waiting for that new millennial post as I was robbed of the last one.
//OOC: Now I feel bad for unintentionally making the 1300th post. D: //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.24 19:06:00 -
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//OOC: Psst... Anybody here? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.24 20:39:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:A feint voice echos from the thick miasma of procrastination.
"I am..."
//OOC: Woot! So what about that Karthage battle? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.24 22:29:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I'll be posting within the next hour or so. Here's a quick note though. So you can prepare your response.
-You were partially right about your reasoning for Void's defeat, the true reason will be revealed (dun dun duuunnn)
- Your attack will land, but I don't think this is the last YOU'LL see of him.
- Brutus, you aren't even in the meat of the conspiracy yet, it affects everyone else in some way. You'll learn more about the Snake of Illusion.
-Alixenus, I admire your use of THE RIVVVEEERRRSSS
Here's the big mysterious one: Thanatos' purpose as a character is almost up.
//OOC: Oh, ooh, can I then describe what the attack is going to bring? Please? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.24 23:00:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) I would like to say I miss galrick. And infinite sentinel. That is all. (Ooc)
//OOC: Oh yeah... What happened with Galrick? He didn't say anywhere that he was leaving, did he? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.24 23:06:00 -
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[quote=Thanatos 716]Quote:[///OOC: Oh, ooh, can I then describe what the attack is going to bring? Please? //End of OOC\\quote]
What do you have in mind? For the sake of sticking to the (established) lore, note that Nexhawk cannot at this time:
- Kill him - Mortally wound him
//OOC: Oh, I'm definitely going to leave the results for you to decide.
And, for the sake of surprise, let's just say that the attack will involve a certain god's wrath coming down on the Void. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.25 03:40:00 -
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While Nexhawk was descending towards the Void, he saw no reaction whatsoever from his enemy. Unhindered, his palms hit their mark, and the Void's head pulsated once with bright orange light. It tilted back ever so slightly; Nexhawk didn't intend for the strike to be very powerful. His goal was quite different. The Ashborn's hands rebounded from the man's head, and the former stood straight, patiently waiting for something. He didn't wait for long.
In the next instant, the skies parted, and the sun shone most brightly amidst the raging tempest. It appeared closer than ever before, and its godlike radiance was enough to blind those in Karthage who faced the sun for a brief moment. Then, the sun's glow dimmed in order to give way to another spectacular event.
A lightning, the color of the fiery star, shot out of the center of the sun. It arced quickly toward the Void and soon connected with his forehead, the spot where Nexhawk's palms had hit the abomination earlier. The lightning of flame became a channel, through which celestial energy started traveling into the traitor's body. Is he trying to absorb the sun's fury, or is it searing him from the inside?
Nexhawk chuckled and kneeled next to the immobilized Void. "You should know as well as I do of gods' limitless power. Everything is within their reach; nothing is impossible for them. The real question is, what are your limits? Will Sol'Krin's power be to your Void just like an unending river flowing into a bottomless pit?" Nexhawk's lips formed an ominous smile. "Or will the everlasting liquid eventually fill this vessel...to the top?" |
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Posted - 2013.07.25 15:07:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: ... Well this will be good, I swear I've had this part in my head for a while, it's like you were reading my mind, and did exactly as I expected. I'm seriously staring to believe that I have multiple personalities, all just writing this story. Either that or there is some serious telepathy going on here. I refuse to believe we're just thinking alike...
//OOC: Interesting... I had the lightning thing fleshed out for quite some time. And to be frank, I expected the Void to be a God! So maybe there's really some network of twofold telepathic links going on? //End of OOC\\
Fool! Nexhawk slammed his fist into the ground several times. "No, no, dammit! We've let him escape!" But what could we do?
He lifted his head slowly, hampered by the unbearable pain in the neck, and glanced at the sun, now disappearing back behind the shroud of storm clouds. He called to Sol'Krin, "You knew this would happen, didn't you? You-"
I didn't.
Nexhawk gasped and twisted his upper body to get a sight of the voice's source. Sol'Krin's ghostly image, only visible to the Ashborn, appeared behind his prostrated body, arms crossed behind his back, the smile replaced by a frown.
Nexhawk stared at the god, not comprehending what he had just heard. "You didn't know he was a deity?"
Not until several moments ago. You see, here, Sol'Krin spread his arms, in this world, gods' powers are endless indeed. We can shape the mountains, dry out oceans, and decide entire nations' fates in a blink of an eye. Most of us aren't doing that, of course, so than the course of nature is not broken. He closed his eyes and sighed. But in our own domain, we do not possess limitless abilities. Everything we do between us can be countered by some other god. That's why the Void did not take the full blow of the sun's lightning; he absorbed a bit of power and then reflected it back, severing the connection. And his revelation... Sol'Krin scratched his chin. I suppose it can be said that one of his talents is...subtlety.
Nexhawk tried to rise and hissed as pain courses through his entire body. "So, then... How can we defeat him?"
Sol'Krin chuckled sorrowfully. To ask this question is the same as asking "How do I kill a god?" Gods are immortal for a reason. They must always prevail over their creations. To defeats god is by no means a menial task. The god paused and crossed his arms over his chest. What bothers me more is that now, the Void seems to be but a pawn in Nak'Sora's game. Their union might grant them a great advantage...but you have a trump of your own.
"The book?" Nexhawk glanced at the tome hanging from his belt.
Precisely. Sol'Krin nodded. This is why it becomes more and more paramount to acquire the second Eye as soon as possible. Find Sandromin and Conyr and venture to the Logipriest island.
"Yes, my lord." Nexhawk bowed his head in reverence, but then remembered one more thing. "Nak'Sora mentioned-"
That she will hurt your people? Don't worry. I will be keeping a closer eye on the Ashborn. And with that, Sol'Krin's apparition dissipated into the air.
Nexhawk rose painfully and surveyed the battlefield. He frowned upon seeing the army of golems assault Alexinus' ranks and limped to his Phoenix, meanwhile processing his conversation with the god of the sun. So what now? |
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Posted - 2013.07.26 11:08:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:And Nexhawk left the unconscious Thanatos to perish, the end...
//OOC: No, he didn't leave yet! But thanks for reminding me of my mistake, I'll write a little follow-up soon. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.27 22:36:00 -
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Walking several steps, Nexhawk finally reached Thanatos' unconscious body. He kneeled before the fallen Diyadian and listened intently for any signs of life. The latter was breathing, albeit almost silently, and yet the Fiery Lord did not know how to help him. He had quite a few restorative spells in his arsenal, but all of them worked only on other Ashborn and would only harm those whose blood is not, essentially, liquid fire.
So he decide to get the Diyadian king out of there. Surely, Nexhawk would've most likely stood on his own against the golems conjured by the Void, but leaving Thanatos where he was for any more time was dangerous. The Ashborn called the two Phoenixes that were now circling above the collapsed platform. With some effort, he managed to get Thanatos sitting firmly on one of the Phoenixes and then mounted Fel'ir himself. The two creatures hovered in the air and soared towards their allies, flying over the sea of hulking monsters. |
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Posted - 2013.07.29 02:54:00 -
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//OOC: It seems to me that the Void starts to become a character that is OP even among gods. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.07.30 21:23:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Alixenus wrote:OOC: I'm back baby! rl is fixed and I'm ready to rock again. All it took was sending my brother beyond the Wall. Now, in reference to post 1308: NOOO! Thanatos! You can't leave us! But good job throwing Void in, I agree with your assessment of the challenge level. There HAS to be some sort of telepathy going now. So Vyzion, in answer to your question about the Dwarf pit fights, I imagined them to bloody, but not intentionally to the death. You want your men to at least reach the battle after all. With copious amounts of coin and Mead being thrown around. I'm not posting anything else about the expedition to the Giant lands yet as Vyzion's already put it 5 days ahead of the events in Diyad. I'm just going to let them sail unevntfully for now. Lastly, I just want to say, like everyone else. I miss Galrick too. Dwarf Pit fights!? Why wasn't I informed of this...
//OOC: Prisoners, maybe? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.08.02 18:10:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Alixenus wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) what just happened, I'm gone for a day and all this stuff goes down? (Ooc) OOC: I don't know Brutus, I just don't know. Also, how the hell are we supposed to kill these golems? I took the liberty of slowing them down with siege engines and fire, but they're not completely organic. What happens when the flesh stops burning? ROCK BREAKERS! More seriously, I think you should high power jets of water. If you do, you should be able to erode rock and whatever is beneath the flesh. Fun fact: Pressurized water can cut through steel if shot in a concentrated jet with enough pressure.
//OOC: Wow, this is really neat! The question now is, can Venezzian cannons shoot water instead of fire?
I'm quite eager to hear what Thanatos has to say on this. //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.08.05 15:16:00 -
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//OOC: You can't be serious! Alexinus...dead? No, I absolutely refuse to believe that he ended his noble life with a suicide. Will keep fingers crossed for a resurrection of sorts.
Also, why the hell do I have the feeling that my delay of the post where Nexhawk and Thanatos land is the fault of this? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.08.06 22:17:00 -
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Nexhawk and Thanatos were flying swiftly above the vast sea of the abominable golems when the former's senses tingled and drew his attention at one of the central avenues of Karthage. His eyes found Alexinus, standing with his aide opposite the army of approaching monsters. Nexhawk read the look of defiance and grim deliberation on the Venezzian's face, and his blood vessels shivered from fear as if it were the coldest wind.
And then, a fling of a hand from one of the pair gave birth to an explosion of a tremendous proportion. It grew and blossomed in an instant, devouring the Venezzians and golems alike in its expansion of destruction. Soon a very large area around the epicenter was engulfed in deadly flames that licked and ate bodies and buildings with ease. The gusts of wind rushed forth from the explosion in all directions, heralding the fiery doom that followed; the Phoenixes were beating their wings with all strength to stay airborne. Nexhawk was ready to send his mount down there to help any survivors, but he was reminded of another survivor on the creature next to him.
The Ashborn noticed a small group of Diyadians on the outskirts of the city, hurriedly moving away from the fire in the center of Karthage. By the look of their armor and containers they were taking with them, Nexhawk assumed they were Alkemists. He ordered Fel'ir to land nearby and, a few moments later, dragged Thanatos off his mount and onto the ground. The Diyadians rushed to help their fallen king, and Nexhawk asked, "Please help him! I could not do anything..."
Having left Thanatos to the Alkemists' care, Nexhawk jumped on Fel'ir and told it to fly to the place where the explosion commenced. Once there, he saw utter destruction and annihilation of buildings and golems. Alexinus' aide was nowhere to be seen, and given his proximity to the epicenter, Nexhawk never doubted what his terrifying fate was. Alexinus himself was lying several meters away, his entire body charred and even burning in some spots. Nexhawk ran up to him and fell to his knees, desperately trying to help. He placed his palms on Alexinus' still chest and murmured several words, this drawing all fire from the Venezzian's body into his own. The flames ran from the entire body into Nexhawk's hands, finally stopping Alexinus' skin and organs from burning.
Aside from that, however, Nexhawk couldn't do much. He sorrowfully looked into Alexinus' lifeless face, still bearing that countenance of suicidal determination. Why, Alexinus? Why did you have to do that?
Nexhawk scooped the body and carried it over to the second phoenix, meanwhile feeling a lump forming slowly in his throat. He carefully placed Alexinus on the mount and climbed on Fel'ir himself. By his command, the two Phoenixes rose in the air and flew away from the center of Karthage, away from this place of despair and desolation. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.10 21:43:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Sandromin Hes wrote:OOC: Well, I'm throwing in a new sub-antagonist for us to fight. Nobody pop out of nowhere until I reveal all his abilities and powers. I'm a bit insulted! I thought I was the sub-antagonist! *Crys* ... ... So where is that Eye, again? Oh wait, I was supposed to write a story about that kid! SPOILER ALERT: I'm going to turn him into Jesus, or something.
//OOC: So do you want to know the location or not yet?
Also, a heads-up for everyone: I'm going for a lengthy vacation and will be back around the beginning of September. During this period of time, my posting frequency will lower significantly, but I will still do my best to keep writing. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.11 17:17:00 -
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What have we accomplished today? Nexhawk considered morosely while sitting atop Fel'ir. Only partially demolished a terrifying army of golems. What have we lost? Scores of Venezzians, Diyadians, and possibly both respective rulers. Contemplating that, the Ashborn threw a sorrowful gaze at Alexinus that was unconsciously slumped on his own mount.
The following has caught Nexhawk by quite a pleasant surprise.
Alexinus woke up from his lifeless slumber, coughing heavily. He forcefully exhaled a cloud of bloody smoke and gray ash. His eyes shot open, staring straight in front of him, as if he observed something Nexhawk didn't. In that moment, a myriad of fleeting emotions played out and exchanged across Alexinus' face: wonder, anger, doubt, defiance... And then he drifted back into the black dream of lost consciousness.
Worried and confused, Nexhawk reached out and brought his hand close to the man's lips. Alexinus breathed in and out very calmly. With relief, the Ashborn wiped magma-like sweat that accumulated on his forehead. Thank Sol'Krin he's alive! Let's hope the same can be said for Thanatos... __________________________________________________________________________
Sol'Krin floated high above Dustia, cloaked from view in a sun's firestorm. He pondered over the battle with the Void, and it bothered him greatly. The fact that this new god could absorb virtually everything, even other gods' power...was quite hard to comprehend. He hoped, however, that there was a catch, that the Void's abilities came with a price. But what is it?
And then, Sol'Krin felt something call to him. Something beckoned to the god, asking for help, begging to be released... He reached out to the source and realized that it was a mote of his own endless energy, trapped somewhere. Sol'Krin established a connection...and was instantly assaulted by a presence of many other entities. It didn't take the Reaper to understand that they were souls; however, there was something that sent these souls panicking in turmoil, hurrying around in fear of that something...
The Void.
Sol'Krin was linked to his energy that was devoured by the Void during that fateful battle! Curiously enough, he felt that mote stir; he was in full control of his energy, even if it were within the Void... With a thought, he could navigate it through the endless abyss of imprisoned souls and stolen energies. He could will the fiery energy to explode, sending the new god's insides into pure chaos...
Instead, Sol'Krin severed the connection, for he felt another presence, outside of the Void this time. It was Nak'Sora...and Sol'Krin was not taking any chances, and it was best to disappear before he was discovered. Still, the revelation that the sun's energy inside the Void was under his control gave Sol'Krin hope that he could one day use it to his advantage and the abomination's downfall. All in due time... All in due time.
//OOC: Thanatos, I hope you do not object against this course of events. We gotta have some counter against the Void's OPness! And if you don't, please don't make it so that someone instantly discovers this connection between Sol'Krin and his energy. //End of OOC\\
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.11 20:14:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: You know I have already revealed Void's weakness? That's okay :D always need a plan B!
P.S.: Brutus you're doing just as well as you always have.
//OOC: Yeah, yeah, the physical blows, I know. I just didn't feel like they've done much during the last battle and decided to get a backup plan, just in case we don't have Brutus or any other giant to pound the Void during the final encounter. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.11 23:40:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Not referring to the physical blows. Look deeper.
//OOC: Um... I must have probably missed some crucial piece of information, but nothing of that sort comes to my mind at the moment. I'm just gonna take a guess and say that it's the objects somehow altered with magic that can't be absorbed? After all, the Void could consume neither the enchanted Ultimatum nor Nexhawk's augmented blows... That seems to be the only logical explanation for me.
P.S. Really sorry if I'm missing something obvious, I'm sort of tired as I'm writing this, so my thought process can be a little...slow. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.12 17:00:00 -
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Finding the Venezzian army was not really difficult.
Men and women, soldiers and medics, retreated from Karthage, filled with terror and dread that were seeded into their feeble minds by the thunderous explosion on the city's main street. It certainly didn't help that their commander himself was last seen in the explosion's epicenter. Could the sudden reappearance of Alixenus bring hope back into their hearts?
Nexhawk was silently wondering at the Venezzians' inevitable reaction as his two Phoenixes landed in front of the running crowd. Many voices gasped as their owners' eyes had spotted their commander sitting unconsciously on one of the majestic birds of flame; the Ashborn, then, spread his arms and called to the astonished humans.
"People of Venezzia! Your leader, noble Alixenus, miraculously lives! It is now up to you to bring him back from the darkness between the worlds of the living and the dead, but know this: it is he who you must thank for your salvation! Look," Nexhawk prostrated his hand forward, and the multitude of eyes followed where it was pointing, "the terrible golems, summoned only by the most horrifying creature this land has ever seen, have been obliterated by the explosion of iyo that your leader has caused. Tend to him, nurture him, and bring him back to us!"
Having said these rallying words, Nexhawk placed Alixenus' limp body before a group of Venezzian healers that hurriedly ran up to him, and Fel'ir lifted his master back in the air, with the second Phoenix following in tow. The Ashborn knew that he left the commander in the right hands, and his next destination was Thanatos' location; he wanted to check how the fallen king was faring at this point.
//OOC: Alixenus, while writing this post, I've noticed that I once again started making the mistake of switching 'i' and 'e' in your name accidentally (an erroneous habit that I thought I had gotten rid of a long time ago). Looking back at my several last posts, I realize that I've been doing it for quite some time now, again. Thus, I'd like to ask you to forgive this error of mine, and here's hoping that it won't repeat itself for a third time. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.12 18:17:00 -
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For Ignatus, that day was a blur.
When Nexhawk and Thanatos took to the skies in order to check on Xavier, he followed them and traced their course on the ground, separating himself from Alixenus and Sandromin. Soon enough, the floating platform was between himself and the gathering of the leaders, while the Phoenixes and their riders already traveled far above it. He watched on as Venezzians bravely and successfully brought the giant platform down, but he could not instantly join the raging fight, for the rubble left of the medical facility was blocking his way and line of sight.
Ignatus tore through the ruins just in time to witness Nexhawk draw upon Sol'Krin's powers to summon a lightning from the sun to strike a mysterious foe, who promptly proceeded to absorb the blow. He disappeared soon afterwards, and Ignatus watched Nexhawk fly away with lifeless Thanatos on the two mounts. He now faced a vast army of golems, who in turn were facing the Venezzians gathered on the other end of the collapsed platform.
Several golems, however, noticed the line Ashborn and abandoned their formation to hunt down this new enemy. To be exact, five of them approached Ignatus, and yet they could do no harm to him. Ignatus moved around them in a firestorm, meanwhile sending powerful fireballs and igniting their mindless bodies. Their flesh melted away under the assault of enchanted flames, and after some time, all adversaries of the Ashborn have fallen.
And then he heard the explosion.
Ignatus did not see the explosion itself and the panic that ensued among the Venezzians, but he recognized the direction he had to go in. Augmented by fiery magic, he ran rapidly across the devastated landscape, catching glimpses of the retreating Venezzian army. At last, he noticed Nexhawk in the distance, flying alone on his own mount, with the other Phoenix, riderless, following closely behind. Ignatus sighed in relief, glad that the Fiery Lord did not get harmed by the explosion, and ran through the city to meet the leader of the Ashborn. |
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.12 21:58:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote: Finding the Venezzian army was not really difficult.
OOC: The only Venezzians that I had written about were Merchant Marines that I drafted to find Xavier/ Fight whoever was with him. I can think of thee explanations. One: Praecantaria had a naturally low population of mir compared to the lands of us normals, so perhaps a large band of routed marines would be equivalent in size to an army to them. Two: I actually had a **** tonne of Marines beside me and didn't know it. Three: Some Venezzian dignitary is in town and he and his retinue (which would naturally be huge) got mixed in with the Marines.
//OOC: And here I was, adding some grandeur to your band of mercenaries and seamen.
Nah, just kidding. Guess I acquired a false sense of army after reading all these posts about cannons and ships and ballistas in Karthage. Editing my last posts.
Thanatos 716 wrote:The children of the lost blood, and the unmet queen.
//OOC: I smell new characters coming soon... Thanatos, are you going to control all of them, or is someone we don't know of joining our team soon? //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.12 22:53:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I'm assuming at this point no one is really going to be joining the game anymore. You would have to be extremely interested/invested in the story to read over 70 pages of this. This would get boring if our nations were the only ones in the entire world. Or if our main characters were the only ones that did things.
//OOC: Yes, you are most likely right on both accounts. I probably also need to find a way to introduce some, if not all, Praecantarian nations into the life of Mediterra. But I guess, if that's ever happening, it can wait. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.13 00:27:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I'm assuming at this point no one is really going to be joining the game anymore. You would have to be extremely interested/invested in the story to read over 70 pages of this. This would get boring if our nations were the only ones in the entire world. Or if our main characters were the only ones that did things. I don't know, man. I already have a split personality with Xavier. I don't think I can do any more... P.S. It gets quite awkward sometimes around the dinner table. P.S.S. I can write another summery! It went well the last time... Also, I would like to know where the eye is located. But, I will not do anything yet, until you guys go on your "expedition" to find it. When are you planning to do that, anyway? I feel that Xavier is becoming less important, so I really need to throw him back in here...
//OOC: The Second Eye is on the island of Logipriests, in a secret room inside the same temple where the Dark Arcanum was used by Thanatos (which had caused his death, if my memory still serves me well). Be careful though, the temple is being scoured by a couple dozen of Ashborn as we speak!
To answer your second question, hopefully we'll go to Arteum (hope I spelled it correctly) right after cleaning up all the mess left by the Void (one wishes that it includes the revival of Alixenus and Thanatos). From there, we should somehow find Conyr, although I've no idea now how to do that since he's left to Brutus' homeland aboard one of the Venezzian ships. And then there is the underground resistance/revolution developing in Gran Arcadia, so this probably has to be resolved as well. So much to do, so much to see... //End of OOC\\
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.13 21:42:00 -
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//OOC: The Void's brother, huh? This might be harder than I thought...
Anyways, I have two theories about what this new adversary can do. Due to the lack of evidence, neither one of them can yet be proven or refuted. Here they go:
1) Fade is actually not one, but two entities, which differ slightly through such things as demeanor, just like what we've already seen. These halves appear to be the calm, witty Fade and the angrier one. At a certain moment, only one out of two halves can be 'active', that is, visible and actually present in the mortal plane. Therefore, Fade keeps swapping between the calm and the angry self, meanwhile positioning both entires so that the enemy is constantly kept between the two.
2) Fade is an ethereal entity that can move freely through our plane without any restraints and at a blinding speed. When others see Fade then...they see a manifestation of their prevailing emotion. When Sandromin approached the hidden enemy with a tranquil countenance, Fade also appeared calm and, at the same time, mocking, with aim to shatter this peace inside Sandromin. He succeeded, and once the king of the sandmen had gone angry, Fade mirrored that feeling as well, in turn fueling Sandromin's anger more and more and potentionally driving him reckless enough to reveal his weaknesses. Hence, Fade draws on his enemies' emotions to turn the fight to his advantage by manifesting them in his presence.
P.S. Of course, there is a third, sort of a clich+¬ explanation, where Fade just teleports around with magic, but his powers can't be detected because he is, well, a god. But this seems kinda boring, in my opinion. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.13 22:55:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC:I second Nexhawk's #1.
...Also I forgot to add earlier. I think we should all take the time to give a more detailed description about our nations and there cultures. I say this because I realized there have been inconsistencies between the ways I describe Diyadian armor. I wanted the resistance guys to have armor similar to Diyadian armor, then I realized I've described their armor being gold, light, heavy, white, helmet, no helmets. So I think we should all organize this information similar to the original nation setup we were using. This way we each have something to work off of instead of making things up as you go along. Including things such as:
Nation Colors: National Animal(what it represents): Flag Description: Standard Weapons: Armor worn (including different military types like guards and King's Men) National Tree: Values(such as Athens-education and Sparta-military): Notable Laws/Rights (like gay marriage, or women can't vote): Notable Attractions/Landmarks: Common Religion/Practices:
So what do you guys think? Any more to add?
//OOC: I agree with your proposition and feel that this list of points should suffice. I'll start then:
Nation Colors: Red/Crimson, Black (fire and embers).
National Animal: Phoenix (it closely resembles the nature of the Ashborn themselves in the fact that both races come from ash in the beginning, and to ash they return in the end).
Flag Description: An orange hand (palm facing outward) with yellow flames on the fingertips is centered on a dark gray-crimson background.
Standard Weapons: Aside from magic, obsidian swords and staves, very often enchanted with fire as well.
Armor worn: Ashborn Magi, who utilize spells and staves most of the time to hit from afar, usually wear hooded crimson robes and cloaks with black embroidery. Battle Magi, who use swords and spells for close-quarter combat, also wear obsidian plate armor under their cloaks, which is usually also enchanted to protect against enemy magic or damage the attackers. The armor includes a cuirass, leg plates, gloves, and boots. Helmets are not worn by the mages; instead, they rely on their senses and enchanted hoods to protect heir heads from projectiles.
National tree: Cendren, the tree that can freely grow on ashen soils and drop leaves that serve as food for Phoenixes.
Values: Education and training of magical abilities since childhood.
Notable Laws/Rights: The usage of spells other than those of the school of Sun and Flame are prohibited among the Ashborn. As such, any international marriage on Praecantaria is also outlawed due to the desire to conserve racial integrity. There is, on the other hand, universal suffrage; all adult Ashborn could vote to elect the members of the ruling Council in Abismonus. Ardorium, however, did not yet see this practice due to just developing from a refugee gathering into a full nation, led by Nexhawk.
Notable Attractions/Landmarks: The Core, in the past the capital of Abismonus, is a giant spherical city floating in the air; it includes many different levels and a central chamber, where the Council used to gather. It is on on its way to the recently born nation of Ardorium.
Common Religion/Practices: All Ashborn worship Sol'Krin, the god of the sun, for it was he who gave the powers of the flame to one of the Firstborn Mir. Different temples were scattered over Abismonus, where any Ashborn could come and pray to the god. However, the deity would only show himself to the leaders of the nation, and it was rare when a lower-ranked Mage would see a vision of Sol'Krin. These temples had always housed several priests of Sol'Krin, who could heal Ashborn from injuries and interpret their dreams to search for signs from the sun god. Spodium is seeing a construction of one such temple undergoing right now.
Phew, that is one long wall of text. Hope it doesn't get too boring to read! //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.14 00:19:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: The Void's brother, huh? This might be harder than I thought...
Anyways, I have two theories about what this new adversary can do. Due to the lack of evidence, neither one of them can yet be proven or refuted. Here they go:
1) Fade is actually not one, but two entities, which differ slightly through such things as demeanor, just like what we've already seen. These halves appear to be the calm, witty Fade and the angrier one. At a certain moment, only one out of two halves can be 'active', that is, visible and actually present in the mortal plane. Therefore, Fade keeps swapping between the calm and the angry self, meanwhile positioning both entires so that the enemy is constantly kept between the two.
2) Fade is an ethereal entity that can move freely through our plane without any restraints and at a blinding speed. When others see Fade then...they see a manifestation of their prevailing emotion. When Sandromin approached the hidden enemy with a tranquil countenance, Fade also appeared calm and, at the same time, mocking, with aim to shatter this peace inside Sandromin. He succeeded, and once the king of the sandmen had gone angry, Fade mirrored that feeling as well, in turn fueling Sandromin's anger more and more and potentionally driving him reckless enough to reveal his weaknesses. Hence, Fade draws on his enemies' emotions to turn the fight to his advantage by manifesting them in his presence.
P.S. Of course, there is a third, sort of a clich+¬ explanation, where Fade just teleports around with magic, but his powers can't be detected because he is, well, a god. But this seems kinda boring, in my opinion. //End of OOC\\ I'll help you out: #2 is not it.
//OOC: To be honest, I didn't really expect it to be either. But it would make for quite an intriguing character, wouldn't it? //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.16 18:31:00 -
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Nexhawk had just landed near the spot where he previously left Thanatos, as he recognized a very familiar face nearby.
"Ignatus!"
The two Ashborn approached each other and shook hands quickly. "So what was going on with you?" inquired Nexhawk.
"Got trapped inside the ruins when that platform collapsed," replied Ignatus. "Took me quite a while to dig through them and then fight these...creatures. But they didn't offer any trouble. And I have to admit, I'm glad to see you unscathed by that explosion!"
"I was not in that area when it happened; I was delivering unconscious Thanatos over here." Nexhawk and Ignatus started walking towards where the king in question was resting. "Alixenus and a Diyadian Alkemist caused it, though," the Fiery Lord continued grimly. "Alixenus survived due to some barrier that the Diyadian placed on him at the cost of his own live."
"Yes, I saw you transporting Thanatos away from the battlefield," Ignatus recalled. "And now, we have two of the nation leaders incapacitated?"
"Apparently so," Nexhawk shrugged, as the two came up to the group of Alkemists. He whispered to Ignatus, "Unlike Alixenus, Thanatos showed no signs of life yet." Then he turned to one of the Diyadians and asked him, nodding at Thanatos, lying on his back nearby, "How is he?" |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.17 21:38:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Hm, I would've thought that someone would've seen or heard this duel after such a long time, unless these Kalter groves are remote or private? And yes the desert is an excellent deterrent, and that was before we even knew you were in there!
//OOC: I bet there is going to be some sort of a plot twist that depicts everything that happened to be in Sandromin's mind.
EDIT: is there any ETA on when Alixenus will wake up?
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.20 21:59:00 -
[209] - Quote
//OOC: ...And it's quiet here again. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.24 22:48:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Yikes, never thought I'd have to bump this thread. Simply put, I'm suffering writer's block as I don't know how to make Alixenus waking up to find himself essentially mummified by doctors particularly interesting. Any ideas?
//OOC: Thank gods, a voice! It's been quite some time...
Mummified, huh? Not much comes to my mind amidst the Arizona deserts, but I can drag Nexhawk over to Alixenus' body and ask loudly about this outrage if you want to. It doesn't seem that Thanatos will wake up any time soon. //End of OOC\\ |
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.26 03:45:00 -
[211] - Quote
//OOC: In my knowledge, the Eye is locked tightly in the chamber sealed by Nak'Sora herself (when she was still sane in our sense of the word, mind you), and the access to it will be granted only when three specific persons meet there. Remember the three platforms - orange, green, and yellow? So I have no idea how you will be able to accomplish the theft of such proportions.
The Eye serves no actual purpose by itself. It is only useful in conjunction with the other Eye, now in Nexhawk's possession. Once the two halves are linked and bound by a certain type of energy, you will have the device that can recount all recorded history and also, as the rumors say, reveal the future. Nobody knows to what extent, though.
Also, good one, Bojo! //End of OOC\\
A dwarf? On this barren isle?
The two Ashborn, their right hands at the hilts of the obsidian blades, cautiously approached the suffering dwarf. His sight was, to say the least, very unnerving. Suspicious of a dark entity that was tormenting Xavier, they conjured protective fiery cloaks to envelop them and hinder any assault, and afterwards hastily walked up to him. One of the Ashborn, wearing a hood, asked, "Are you alright?" |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.08.28 04:37:00 -
[212] - Quote
Xavier Hastings wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: In my knowledge, the Eye is locked tightly in the chamber sealed by Nak'Sora herself (when she was still sane in our sense of the word, mind you), and the access to it will be granted only when three specific persons meet there. Remember the three platforms - orange, green, and yellow? So I have no idea how you will be able to accomplish the theft of such proportions. The Eye serves no actual purpose by itself. It is only useful in conjunction with the other Eye, now in Nexhawk's possession. Once the two halves are linked and bound by a certain type of energy, you will have the device that can recount all recorded history and also, as the rumors say, reveal the future. Nobody knows to what extent, though. Also, good one, Bojo! //End of OOC\\ A dwarf? On this barren isle?The two Ashborn, their right hands at the hilts of the obsidian blades, cautiously approached the suffering dwarf. His sight was, to say the least, very unnerving. Suspicious of a dark entity that was tormenting Xavier, they conjured protective fiery cloaks to envelop them and hinder any assault, and afterwards hastily walked up to him. One of the Ashborn, wearing a hood, asked, "Are you alright?" Bloody platforms? What the... Dead end, bloody... Fate, always has a plan. I suppose I will teleport somewhere. You guys really need to start the expedition. Xavier wants to say hi. Also, is it alright if I kill one of them? Xavier should be able to bypass the cloak, since he is able to regenerate and all.
//OOC: Sure, I guess I wouldn't. Give it a try.
@Sandromin: I hope Thanatos will organize that once he himself is awake. You see, we had that one hard battle that knocked out two of our leaders... Yeah... //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
437
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Posted - 2013.09.01 20:05:00 -
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Upon hearing a familiar voice, Nexhawk closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of relief and calmness before walking past the Alkemists towards the now-awakened Thanatos.
"Sol'Krin be praised," Nexhawk muttered before exclaiming, "Thanatos, you are alive! I was afraid the Void has sucked out your essence..." Nexhawk noticed that Thanatos' hair did not regain its color. "While you were unconscious, Alixenus... Well, he caused an explosion in the middle of Karthage to block the golems. Miraculously, he survived, but his predicament is very worrying. I left his sleeping body at Venezzians' care, but I feel that we will need your magic and that of your people to aid him." Nexhawk glanced at the two Phoenixes waiting in the distance. "I know I should not hurry you, but as soon as you are able, we must go to him!"
Letting Thanatos come up with an answer, Nexhawk turned to Ignatus. "I have a task for you. I assume that, by now, the Embershard has arrived to Karthage? If so, I must ask you to prepare everyone aboard, for we will depart from this city soon enough."
Ignatus nodded and left without a word, while Nexhawk turned his attention back to Thanatos. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.09.02 16:36:00 -
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Nexhawk cleared his throat and spoke, "If I may..."
The eyes of Thanatos and other Diyadians set upon him, waiting for him to continue.
"I was flying past the central avenue with unconscious Thanatos when the explosion happened. I noticed Alixenus together with a man in Diyadian garb. I assumed him to be an Alkemist at the time, but what I heard now makes me doubt that assumption. Nevertheless, he did manipulate the iyo to trigger the explosion, at the same time somehow shielding Alixenus from the most of the impact. I don't know how he did that, but it worked, for no mortal would have survived an explosion of such proportions while standing in its epicenter without any magical intervention. And I was too far away at the time to somehow affect the explosion myself. You know the rest." Nexhawk fell silent, waiting for the Alkemists to process the information. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.09.04 21:49:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Alright Alixenus, get your ass up. We're waiting...
//OOC: Wait, so you're saying that my news weren't exactly news?...
Ok, I guess they weren't. Moving on. //End of OOC\\ |
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.09.05 14:35:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:Not that it isn't news, but when something goes wrong, who is the usual suspect?
//OOC: Yeah, yeah, blame the Fate... But just to be sure, there still aren't many Alkemists outside of Diyad, just in case? //End of OOC\\ |
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Posted - 2013.09.09 10:52:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: My word I can't wait to see how you get out of this one. I thoroughly like how Frost seems to have become a new man after his sojourn. Next post. NOW!
//OOC: But what about that question that Thanatos asked to the leader of the Venezzians? //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.09.11 23:40:00 -
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Nexhawk decided to offer his help. I can fly to the facility's crash site and search for your sword. You should definitely stay and recover here." He turned around and walked towards the Phoenixes that were waiting in the distance, but, while passing Thanatos, he stopped for a moment and whispered, "Do you want to come with me? I understand if you want to stay with Alixenus, and it is most likely that it's just the events of the day that have put doubt in my mind, but I feel that something is amiss here."
EDIT: //OOC: Just to be clear, I'm not trying to get us into something again before we even depart from Karthage. Consider this question to be sort of a point of no return, because I assume that once Alixenus is healthy enough, we're getting out of Diyad right away. And moreover, I feel that if I actually were Nexhawk in this situation, I would've 100% asked that question after everything that had transpired. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.09.19 21:56:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) NO ONE WRITES ANYMORE!!!! (Ooc) I'm in a planning phase. Give me a day.
//OOC: And I'm waiting for Thanatos to reply. Give him a day as well. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.09.21 02:14:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) NO ONE WRITES ANYMORE!!!! (Ooc) Sorry about that. I apologize about being lazy. I will post something tomorrow, though. That, I make a promise on. Just to recap, I have permission to kill your guards at the location of the eye, Nexhawk, correct? How would you like it to be done, back and forth, balanced, where I write vague things such as: "then Xavier was to deal the final blow" Where then you respond, and let it happen? Or would you allow me to just write it myself, fighting and killing them both in one post? Both are acceptable, just one allows you to provide input, and provide a "fight sequence", if you will, and not make me overpowered in that battle. The other just saves time and makes things flow better. It is your call.
//OOC: @Xaviet: Well, I'd like to get a taste of Xavier's powers myself instead of observing from a distance... So yes, you can kill my guards, but I'd like to partake in the fight, if you don't mind.
@Thanatos: I believe Nexhawk is still waiting for the King of Diyad to reply whether the latter wants to help him look for Alixenus' blade or no. I think the post containing this request is on page 73. //End of OOC\\
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Posted - 2013.09.24 02:54:00 -
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//OOC: Um... Killing Ashborn with fire? That's a strange way to do it, and I apologize, but I feel like this won't just succeed from a logical standpoint. //End of OOC\\
The two mages recoiled as Xavier started speaking. They witnessed madness violently swirling in his eyes, heard it penetrate every word he uttered. And then, surprisingly, the dwarf launched a hellfire blast at them.
The Ashborn exchanged a quick glance and directed their hands towards the incoming fireball. Four fiery tongues protruded from their index fingers and shot out at the projectile. Soon the tongues enveloped the fireball, wrapping around it several times...and split it in four parts.
Each shard of the hellish fireball flew to the mages' hands, pulled by the flaming lashes. Once the fingers touched these shards, the hands of the Ashborn became engulfed with the crackling fiery energy that was conjured by Xavier. A fleeting moment of peace ensued between the combatants, and then the Ashborn flung the energy, now shaped into infernal gouts, from their hands back at the insane dwarf. ____________________________________________________
Nexhawk noticed that Thanatos was busy enough with giving away orders to his subjects, and so he decided to depart alone. We have repelled the Void and his abominations, he wondered. What else could be there to fight?
With these thoughts soothing his weary and cautious mind, Nexhawk saddled his phoenix, Fel'ir, and gracefully rose in the air, taking in the bird's eye view of the city. Through the several flights that he already performed, delivering unconscious patients to those who would provide treatment, the Ashborn did not really take time to just look at the landscape that prostrated beneath.
To be frank, it was not the most beautiful sight to behold.
The surroundings of Karthage, barely touched by the golems' assault, still retained that splendor that always emanated from Diyadian architecture. Closer to the middle, however, these fine buildings gradually became ruins. On one side of the city, the giant platform that used to house a medical facility lay crumbled and still bearing the violent traces of the fateful battle with the Void. It was the main avenue, though, that left the largest scar on the look of Karthage.
Mindless golems were still scattered on the central street, with Alkemists taking care of them with no difficulty whatsoever. The center of the city, however, was absolutely deserted. The fire that remained from the explosion was still burning among the ruins of incinerated buildings. As Nexhawk finally landed here, he experienced a mixed feeling of nostalgia and horror. The ash in the air made him long for his lost home, but he knew that the ash was not natural, that it was brought by an event of immense destruction that would not be soon reverted.
After several minutes of searching, Nexhawk spied a glimpse of fine metal beneath piles of rubble. He threw away several small wall segments and reached for the hilt of Alixenus' adamantine sword. Having been worn by its master, who was protected by the shield of iyo, the sword was not even scathed by the explosion. The Ashborn wiped the ash off the sharp edge admired the blade's craftsmanship for a moment before mounting Fel'ir with it in his hand.
In several minutes, Nexhawk was walking back to the tent where Alixenus was resting and dining. The Fiery Lord entered the shelter and offered the sword to the Venezzian, hilt forward. "I must admit, it is a very fine sword, Alixenus," he complimented the handiwork. "It would be a pity to have lost such a weapon... Anyways, how do you feel now? Will you be able to undertake the journey to Sandromin's lands?" |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.09.24 16:27:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Sorry Nexhawk, I really meant to respond to you. I just couldn't decide on what to do after Thanatos answers. But now that you've done that I'll just go with it.
//OOC: No worries, Thanatos, it's absolutely fine. I just didn't want this situation to stretch for a long time, since we need to undertake our journey (Sandromin, rejoice!). And I'm starting to get nervous that we might get to the Logipriests' island after Xavier annihilates the entire Pathburner crew. //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.09.25 10:53:00 -
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//OOC: Now this is much better! And I'm curious to see how you will counter the aforementioned.//End of OOC\\
One of the Ashborn simply watched as the rock flew towards him, expecting it to bounce off his armored chest. Instead, however, the stone embedded itself into the mage's hardened skin. The victim of such a strange spell instantly felt a deathly chill spreading from his chest and into the other parts of his body. The stone began to glow with an eerie dark-blue light, and the corruptive magic started to extinguish the very fire that was the lifeblood of the Ashborn. Both men watched in terror as the victim started to harden and turn into a lifeless statue. The dying Ashborn cried out, "Kaltid, avenge me...!", and the last flames that animated his body were suffocated, leaving behind a dark-eyed obsidian replica of their former owner.
Kaltid saw quite a few of his kind due in battle, but none had endured a death so cruel and dreadful. Infuriated and scared at the same time, he pointed his left hand at this creature of evil and shouted, "Die, you immortal bastard! Burn in hell! Khazzik esh mukh'ra!"
Right as he spoke those words, a giant meteor fell from the sky, collapsed a few meters in front of Xavier, and began to roll at him at blinding speed. At the same time, Kaltid made a circular motion with his right hand, and the dwarf instantly became engulfed in a fiery vortex, an inferno from which there seemed to be no escape. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.03 00:45:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: *Bursts back into the forum coated in blood and vodka, wearing only a Sombrero* My friends, catch! *throws the deed to Venezzia to his fellow writers before being dragged away* Don't forget meeeeeeee...
//OOC: *crosses fingers and whispers* I really wish he is exaggerating... I really wish he is exaggerating... //End of OOC\\ |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.04 03:08:00 -
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It was a nightmare. He was a nightmare.
The small dwarf appeared to wield powers beyond reckoning. Countering one of the more potent Ashborn spells by summoning a tree from the shadow realm was no small feat, but exerting his will to control those who were already dead... This was truly an abominable ability. Kaltid knew without a doubt then that the dwarf had to be affiliated with cursed Nak'Sora, for it was she that granted the powers of necromancy to the first Deathlord.
The helpless Ashborn came to accept that he could not escape his death. And yet, there was an opportunity of him still being useful to his people. Kaltid concentrated and forced his willpower to work like never before, causing it to open a mind link to the closest Ashborn of high authority, Cenizar. Once the channel opened, he sent an army of thoughts depicting his last battle, hoping they would be sufficient enough to tell the dreadful story.
At last, prepared to meet his end, Kaltid looked into the eyes of his fallen brother. He peered through the crimson flames and saw the abyss staring back. It swirled and shuddered and called to him, and its tendrils already had Kaltid in their grasp. The reanimated Ashborn raised his clenched fist and brought it down with immense force. Kaltid's head shattered into a thousand obsidian pieces; his vision became engulfed by the deathly darkness, and the Ashborn fell into the void. _______________________________________________
Far beneath the surface, in the secret chamber of the ancient temple, Cenizar had received Kaltid's call of distress. He felt a train of agonizing memories enter his mind and was appalled by the occurrence on the island. Two of my best men, felled by a dwarf! What is this being that possesses such dark and enormous power?
Cenizar stood up and called for the attention of everyone in the room. "The island has been invaded. Someone unknown had completely obliterated Kaltid and Rik'sha without giving them any chance or mercy. Our current mission is in jeopardy. Prepare for anything!" The Ashborn solemnly nodded, disturbed by the news, and spread around the room, keeping their eyes on the only door of the chamber. Meanwhile, Cenizar seated himself in the middle of the room and delved into a deep meditation trance. _______________________________________________
Xavier? On the island??
After being reached by Cenizar's urgent message, Nexhawk immediately knew exactly what it meant. Curse you, Nak'Sora!
He called for Thanatos to enter the tent and addressed him and Alixenus bluntly. "Xavier is on the island of Logipriests as we speak. He has been somehow relocated there and has already killed two of my men! I cannot let him run rampant there; we have to go, right now!" |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.12 20:00:00 -
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//OOC: Wow, Galrick, welcome back! It's really great to have you with us again. Sorry for the late greeting though, I've been rather busy these days.
@Alixenus: Is Nexhawk going to get a reaction for his plea to leave Karthage? //End of OOC\\ |
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.15 22:34:00 -
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Nexhawk looked seemingly unfazed by Sandromin's appearance, and yet he was intrigued by the Sandman's earthen projection. It reminded him of a certain spell that he had seen used on Praecantaria a long time ago...
But the Ashborn shook his head, getting rid of the unnecessary thoughts. He decided to make a remark, "Sol'Krin is not gone. He is simply in hiding, but I still feel his slight presence." With these words, he turned to Sandromin. "I have knowledge of Xavier bringing havoc upon the home island of Logipriests. My men are currently excavating their temple, and they are in an imminent danger that I just cannot ignore. Hence," he addressed the entire party, "I suggest we leave Karthage immediately for Arteum, take short preparations there, and rapidly travel to the island to deal with Xavier and retrieve the Eye of Nak'Sora that is buried there." Nexhawk turned to Alixenus, "So, are you ready to leave now?" |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.17 00:41:00 -
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Nexhawk gladly nodded to that proposition. "Thank you, Alixenus," he responded, and afterwards turned to Sandromin's projection. "I hope you don't object. If you are in need of a transport, I can send one of my Phoenixes to wherever you are right now. It will certainly be slower than some other means of transportation, but it's something nonetheless."
After speaking thus, Nexhawk addressed the entire group. "I think the fastest way might be on my ship, Embershard. The vessel, as Ignatus told me, has followed your aircraft steadily all the way to Karthage and must be stationed somewhere in the bay. Thanatos, could you please show us the way?" |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.21 01:58:00 -
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//OOC: My apologies for the long absence, everyone. Last days have been rather busy for me.//End of OOC\\
Nexhawk nodded solemnly. "I...understand, Thanatos, and wish you luck in regaining back what's rightfully yours. Here's hoping our paths will cross again sooner than later." Then he turned to the mechanical ambassador. "Thank you, Engineer. We may very well need all the help we can get. But we've got no time to lose! Come, we have a mad dwarf to tame." __________________________________________________
Ignatus watched from the Embershard's bay as the trio bade their farewells to Thanatos and rapidly headed in the ship's direction. He twisted his head to gaze upon the Ashborn crew and shouted, "Prepare to set sail! We are leaving soon enough." |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.28 17:14:00 -
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//OOC: And I apologize for yet another long absence. The forensics tournaments have started, and my posting frequency may decrease as a result. //End of OOC\\
As Nexhawk stepped aboard the Embershard, he inhaled the scent of ash and obsidian with a smile. The feeling of obsidian boards under his feet reminded him of many pleasant memories from his childhood, when Nexhawk and his friends used to navigate snaky lava rivers on small boats that they made out of the black rock. The Ashborn felt a tinge of pain as he thought of the rivers and his homeland, now flooded and devastated, and decided to put these memories aside. He noticed Ignatus approach himself, and the two men shook hands in greeting.
Ignatus reported, "While we were in Karthage, this ship has explored the nearby waters, and they told me that they have seen the capital of the Sandmen, so I assume there shall be no problem with finding the route there. The crew is ready to leave. Do you want to give the command, Nexhawk?"
"Yes," Nexhawk replied. He ascended the stairs to the upper deck and began addressing his people in a rallying fashion.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he started. "Before we set sail, I must warn you: the final destination of our voyage, at this point, houses a very dangerous person, this person is but a dwarf, but be not fooled, for he is a servant of Nak'Sora herself!" The mentioning of this name caused a few frowns to appear on the faces of the audience, and a few tense murmurs sounded here and there. But Nexhawk continued, "This dwarf stands between us and one of the most valuable artifacts in our world. If we succeed in obtaining this artifact, we may very well find a way to restore our rightful home and drive the treacherous Hydromancers away from our land!" Now, many cheers and agreeing shouts erupted throughout the crowd of Ashborn. "And I have faith," Nexhawk was shouting as well, "that together, we will overcome the corruption of the fallen goddess and her twisted subjects! So let us venture forth and meet them head on!
Excited magi spread around the ship, each to his or her station. Two of the Ashborn stepped to the ledge on the upper deck and pointed their hands towards the ocean surface. Streams of liquid flames rushed out of their palms and into the water, hissing and releasing gouts of vapor and smoke as they touched the cool and transparent veil that covered this vast body of water. The ship instantly flew at a rapid pace across the ocean towards Arteum, with dropships and mechanical boats, which were provided by the Collective, trailed closely behind. |
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.30 02:45:00 -
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//OOC: Nimrod, welcome! And wow, what an intro! It's really exciting to have a brand new character enter our story. I hope you will fine the experience of writing in this thread as pleasant and satisfying as we do. A friendly tip, however: make sure, if you haven't already, to read through the entire thread. I realize that this read can be extremely daunting by now, but personally, when I entered this thread more than 50 pages ago, I had quite a few debates over the lore points with the 'veterans' of the thread, which could easily be avoided if I knew the main points of the storyline. Here's hoping that, maybe, Xavier will come back from the oblivion that he has dissipated into recently and provide one of his trademark satiric summaries. //End of OOC\\
It took only a few hours for the Embershard and the airships to reach Arteum, and soon enough Nexhawk, the other Ashborn, and Alixenus with the Engineer were greeted by the splendor and opulence of the Capital of the Sands. They had no time to gawk, however, and the three leaders hurriedly rushed to the massive structure in the middle of the city that seemed to resemble a huge palace. Upon ascending the stairs in front of the palace's entrance, the trio was stopped by the two guards that inquired, "Who are you, and what is your business here?"
Nexhawk waved the questions off and bluntly stated, "Tell Sandromin the leaders of Ardorium, Venezzia, and the Collective need to see him. Immediately." |
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.10.30 10:12:00 -
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Nimrod Nashes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: Nimrod, welcome! And wow, what an intro! It's really exciting to have a brand new character enter our story. I hope you will fine the experience of writing in this thread as pleasant and satisfying as we do. A friendly tip, however: make sure, if you haven't already, to read through the entire thread. I realize that this read can be extremely daunting by now, but personally, when I entered this thread more than 50 pages ago, I had quite a few debates over the lore points with the 'veterans' of the thread, which could easily be avoided if I knew the main points of the storyline. Here's hoping that, maybe, Xavier will come back from the oblivion that he has dissipated into recently and provide one of his trademark satiric summaries. //End of OOC\\ It took only a few hours for the Embershard and the airships to reach Arteum, and soon enough Nexhawk, the other Ashborn, and Alixenus with the Engineer were greeted by the splendor and opulence of the Capital of the Sands. They had no time to gawk, however, and the three leaders hurriedly rushed to the massive structure in the middle of the city that seemed to resemble a huge palace. Upon ascending the stairs in front of the palace's entrance, the trio was stopped by the two guards that inquired, "Who are you, and what is your business here?" Nexhawk waved the questions off and bluntly stated, "Tell Sandromin the leaders of Ardorium, Venezzia, and the Collective need to see him. Immediately." OOC: Thanks meng. And don't worry, I've been lurking this thread for quite a while (about Christmas to be exact); I just felt I needed a perfect time to reveal my TRUE intentions. I usually don't play this character all too much because I have a main character involved with corporate politics and such. However, I've kept up with this thread so far... and now... I am ready... TO CONQUER DUSTIA! [Insert Evil Laugh Here]
//OOC: Ah, then you have nothing to worry about! And yet again, welcome! Let's see how our heroes will react to this new adversary. (I want to see Brutus' reaction in particular. You know, because his people have been fighting undead for so long already.)
Also, Sandromin, three persons are knocking on your palace's door. Could you please answer? //End of OOC\\
> An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral.
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, "Inherit the Wind"
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Posted - 2013.11.03 00:24:00 -
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"I believe that Sandromin is in the Guild of Thought at this moment. The building is that way, but you may need further proof to be let in," the guard shrugged and motioned in the direction of a much smaller building.
"Don't worry, we will be let... Aargh!!!"
Nexhawk interrupted his own words with a startling howl, a sound that a wounded beast would make. He slouched and grabbed his head, for endless shouting voices have assaulted his ears. Separately, the words spoken by each voice were indiscernible, but together, they have woven into a horrifying symphony of darkness and dread. Nexhawk felt the liquid fire in his veins stop cold, and an unnatural chill grasped his flaming heart, bringing about an intense feeling of...death itself. And it was not the aura of the Reaper, the tender of the souls, that emanated from Thanatos. This was a sensation of a ruthless and hopeless Death, an entity whose presence alone instills the fear of non-existence into your mind.
But the screaming voices have eventually subsided, and the coldness of the grave has released Nexhawk from its deathly grip. The Ashborn fell on his knees in fatigue, heavily inhaled twice, and got up. To this side, the Engineer seemed to experience some troubles as well, which were reinforced by his mentioning of "something magical nearby".
Nexhawk nodded wearily. "I have an idea of what it was, and it brings immense dread into my very soul. We should move quickly." With that, the trio hurried towards the Guild of Thought.
> An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral.
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, "Inherit the Wind"
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
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Posted - 2013.11.03 11:12:00 -
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//OOC: @Thanatos: Then my post had at least one of its desired effects. Also, I'm a bit confused now - do we have another hidden antagonist on our hands, or did the Snake resist Xavier's twisted powers?
@Nashir: Why do I have a feeling as if the omission of The Fiery Lord from the verse is not simply designed to keep the rhyme going? Hmm... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.03 15:02:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Neither, but the name is what's important.
//OOC: Ah, I have an idea now. Another member of the magical family, then? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.11.05 12:01:00 -
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The two leaders and the ambassador had finally reached the less prominent, but nonetheless opulent building of the Guild of Thought, when they were questioned yet again about the purpose of their arrival. The guards then received an answer that sounded like the responders were weary of being asked these sorts of questions by now.
"Sandromin expects us."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.12 03:50:00 -
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Nexhawk looked quite somber as he eyed the discussers. "I seem to have an idea of what it was," he spoke quietly. "My mind wants to assign this aura to one of the Deathlords, for they are the only real users of the deathly arts that we knew of on Praecantaria. Deep in my soul, however," he stared in the distance, squinting, "I know that the fear and the coldness of death have emanated from a being far more potent than anything we have ever faced."
Suddenly, a frown crossed Nexhawk's mind, as if he remembered something unpleasant. "I recall... a legend, a very old one. I have heard of it once during my childhood, and most of the details elude me now." He closed his eyes. "In its essence, that legend spoke of a dreadful ancient being, a fallen god named Zak'Resh that was corrupted by some outside force. Once a benevolent celestial, his tainted mind now controlled the most terrible weapon - death itself. Entire armies fell at a flick of his finger, and then endless scores of undead would rise after one thought. And then..." Nexhawk opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead, "something must have happened to him. Something that either utterly destroyed him, or rendered him dormant for the remainder of his immortal life."
The Ashborn saw dread on his companions' eyes, and he quickly told them, "Of course, this is all but a legend. It does not have to be true by any means, and it most likely isn't, for the records on Praecantaria bear no official word on this...being." Nexhawk paused and stared thoughtfully to the south. "However, if the legend is true, then I would consider it to be our most accurate description of this entity, whatever it may be," he concluded with a grim expression.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.19 03:01:00 -
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//OOC: Dwelling in the shadows... Observing through the thick veil of daily routine... And trying to finish my post during whatever free time I'm able to get. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.22 23:20:00 -
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//OOC: Well, dammit, you can compel one to get to work! First Thanatos posts one hell of an inspiring speech, then Sandromin updates the map and outlines our future journey... And now Brutus the Giant is murdering people on his left and right! In the light of these events, I simply must put away everything else and finish my post, so here it goes. //End of OOC\\
"Father, I'm scared!"
"It will be okay, my son. We will be safe," an old Ashborn man replies, standing by the door. Through the darkness of the room, his silhouette can be barely seen, but his pose is showing a bit of tension and uneasiness. And yet his bright, fiery pupils and reassuring words bring comfort into a fearful mind.
However, the sounds outside of the house do not seem to be peaceful or soothing. The noise of fighting pervades through the closed door's hinges and the frames of the black windows: the footsteps of running people to and fro; the flights of the invoked spells' projectiles, with explosions following shortly afterwards; the voices of the Ashborn yelling something unintelligible, but frightening nonetheless; the breaking of doors and walls of the houses; the clashes of obsidian and flesh.
But the worst are the cries.
The shrill screams instill a sense of pure and distinct dread into an afraid mind. The thoughts are scrambled in panic, as the unearthly shouts cause one's very soul to tremble in fear for one's life and existence. Indeed, there is no other notion but to flee, to escape, to hide, run for your life, conceal oneself, abscond, disappear from this place!
CRASH!
A large thud on the house's door sends the old Ashborn into recoil. The same deathly cry is heard right outside, and the grave chill is seeping under the door frame. The man retreats into the middle of the room and assumes a protective posture, with his back partially obscuring the view of the door. The invader continues striking powerful blows against the cendren wood, and in two swipes, the section with the lock is gone.
The next moment is an unbearable eternity, as a singular hand comes into sight through the hole in the door and searches for another hinge to tear away. Its gray fingers creep along the wall and drag along the rest of the hand, exposing the rotten obsidian flesh and the dried lava-like blood that used to flow from deep gashes. The target is soon found, and the scream sounds again. In one jerky movement, another hinge is torn apart, and the entire door falls down before the intruder.
"FATHER!!!"
The abomination at the door is indescribable. The same gray skin that covers the hand can be seen on the entire body, but the face is the worst to behold. The bottom jaw is missing, and the remaining teeth are dripping with fiery blood. Whatever hair is left hangs in lone strands from the top of the head. And the eyes are burning, but not with a living flame, but with a black fire that welcomes you into the death's embrace. An inexplicable terror physically emanates from the figure, as it growls and heads towards the Ashborn.
The man is visibly shaken with horror, and yet he regains his thoughts just in time to conjure and fling a spell at the dead adversary. A fireball explodes on the zombie's chest and sends fiery tongues running across and eating at the entire decomposed body. The corpse waves its arms around, trying the extinguish the devouring element, but to no avail. Soon enough, the obsidian flesh breaks down, and the undead returns to its natural state in a pile of ash.
"FatherGǪ What was that?"
The old man ignores the question for a moment and runs outside. After a few barely heard conversations, he comes back with a relieved look on his face.
"They are all gone now. We are safe."
"Is thisGǪthisGǪthing going to be back?"
"No," the Ashborn smiles in the darkness, "it is gone forever. We are fine now, Nexhawk." ___________________________________________________________________________________________________
"...If there are any of you who have questions or comments about our nigh-expedition, bring them up now," concluded Sandromin.
Nexhawk snapped out of his childhood memory and shook his head, trying to shake the terrifying images off his mind. The strange thing was that he did not recall the Deathlords' Rise willingly; rather, this personal event that he witnessed as a child during that time was forced upon him by something far away. Could it be the unknown entity whose deathly presence was revealed not so long ago?
Is this creature, whoever it is, trying to play on my darkest fears?
Nexhawk ignored the fearful thought and nodded at Sandromin. "No questions on my part," he muttered in a shaky voice. "The sooner we leave, the better."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.23 03:57:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:12-13-2013... Soon... soon...
//OOC: *leans closer to the screen*
I would like to hear more about this enigmatic date. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.26 03:18:00 -
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Interested, Nexhawk extended his left hand towards the trinket and asked to inspect it for a moment. After receiving the ring, he held it vertically with his thumb and index finger and flicked the fingers of his right hand above it. A speck of flame appeared at his fingertips and expanded into a small fireball that flew down on the ring. Just a moment before collapsing on the metal surface, however, the fiery projectile split in two like a water drop that would fall on a thin horizontal beam of iron. The resulting particles descended on either side of the ring without touching it and extinguished themselves after collapsing with the sandy ground.
"Curious," muttered Nexhawk as he handed the trinket back to the Engineer, "very curious... Sandromin, when this is all over, I'd like to know the secret of this alloy as well. Now," he clasped his hands, "are we ready to go? I fear that my men may already be in danger on the island of Logipriests."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.26 21:30:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Interested, Nexhawk extended his left hand towards the trinket and asked to inspect it for a moment. After receiving the ring, he held it vertically with his thumb and index finger and flicked the fingers of his right hand above it. A speck of flame appeared at his fingertips and expanded into a small fireball that flew down on the ring. Just a moment before collapsing on the metal surface, however, the fiery projectile split in two like a water drop that would fall on a thin horizontal beam of iron. The resulting particles descended on either side of the ring without touching it and extinguished themselves after collapsing with the sandy ground.
"Curious," muttered Nexhawk as he handed the trinket back to the Engineer, "very curious... Sandromin, when this is all over, I'd like to know the secret of this alloy as well. Now," he clasped his hands, "are we ready to go? I fear that my men may already be in danger on the island of Logipriests." "Yes, I do believe it is time to go; it's been about a half an hour since I sent my scouting parties out. Let's get loaded and into formation. Everything other than us is ready to leave," began Sandromin as he moved towards the door. "On the way there, we'll be passing the armory. If there's anything that you may want, feel free to bring it along."
"Excellent!" replied Nexhawk. "I shall send word to my crew for them to catch us." With these words, he reached into one of his belt pouches and extracted a small black and orange egg, that instantly cracked open and released a phoenix hatchling. Nexhawk whispered a few words to the little creature, and it flew rapidly towards the harbor.
"The other Ashborn will arrive shortly, so we can go now. I hope you won't mind the Embershard staying anchored here for the duration of our journey?" Nexhawk inquired.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.11.27 01:26:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Interested, Nexhawk extended his left hand towards the trinket and asked to inspect it for a moment. After receiving the ring, he held it vertically with his thumb and index finger and flicked the fingers of his right hand above it. A speck of flame appeared at his fingertips and expanded into a small fireball that flew down on the ring. Just a moment before collapsing on the metal surface, however, the fiery projectile split in two like a water drop that would fall on a thin horizontal beam of iron. The resulting particles descended on either side of the ring without touching it and extinguished themselves after collapsing with the sandy ground.
"Curious," muttered Nexhawk as he handed the trinket back to the Engineer, "very curious... Sandromin, when this is all over, I'd like to know the secret of this alloy as well. Now," he clasped his hands, "are we ready to go? I fear that my men may already be in danger on the island of Logipriests." "Yes, I do believe it is time to go; it's been about a half an hour since I sent my scouting parties out. Let's get loaded and into formation. Everything other than us is ready to leave," began Sandromin as he moved towards the door. "On the way there, we'll be passing the armory. If there's anything that you may want, feel free to bring it along." "Excellent!" replied Nexhawk. "I shall send word to my crew for them to catch us." With these words, he reached into one of his belt pouches and extracted a small black and orange egg, that instantly cracked open and released a phoenix hatchling. Nexhawk whispered a few words to the little creature, and it flew rapidly towards the harbor. "The other Ashborn will arrive shortly, so we can go now. I hope you won't mind the Embershard staying anchored here for the duration of our journey?" Nexhawk inquired. OOC: We have a harbor? When did that appear? Hm... time to write in a conveniently placed Kalter Tree River...
OOC: Um... We arrived by the ship, so there had to be one now, I guess.
On a side note, it could be a harbor some distance away from the city, on the shore facing Diyad. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Alixenus wrote:OOC: Like hell are you going to stop posting Brutus! You're going to keep writing and you're going to like it! I've slayed two essays and a historiography exercise over the past week. This thread is next on the hit list. Let's do this. ________________________________________________________________________________________ "Come along everyone! Did you not hear our gracious host say Armoury? Let us go!" Alixenus immediately walked briskly out of an arbitrarily chosen door and walked off to the left, at which point Sandromin called after him that the correct direction was right. Alixenus turned on his heel and kept walking without missing a beat.
"How long is it going to take to reach our first stop? I'm somewhat pressed for time these days my Lord Sandromin, as I'm sure you can understand and many of the trials ahead seem highly time sensitive." ____________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Oh and Brutus, am I to assume that in the intervening hours Lombardi spent some time meeting with the leaders of the tent city before going to see Frost?
"Then let us go indeed!" Nexhawk exclaimed and followed Alixenus in the correct direction. While walking, he stared with eyes wide open at the sun and took notice of a large group of phoenix riders heading their way. "And here are my men," he remarked and then turned to Sandromin, "By the way, I would like to know the answer to Alixenus' question as well. I cannot stress enough the utmost importance (not only for my men's sake, but also for the entire world's) of arriving to the island of Logipriests as soon as possible."
//OOC: My apologies for not posting for a few days. Seems like it's a busy period for everybody, but you gotta give credit to Brutus for pulling us back here!
Anyways, this waiting game of gathering for the journey is killing me! I want to get into the action as well. Maybe I should think about introducing a new side plot... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.04 14:31:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:...How is anyone supposed to follow that !?
//OOC: By checking back here every day of the week and devoting your time to absorbing such incredible literature, of course. (At least that's what I'm doing.)
And in all honesty, that battle was absolutely astonishing and made my hands even more itchy for writing exciting posts. But!... Sandromin is nowhere to be seen, and so we're still stuck in Arteum. Seems like I need to resort to coming up with new memories for Nexhawk to fulfill my hunger for adventures... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.04 20:03:00 -
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Alixenus wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Alixenus wrote:...How is anyone supposed to follow that !? //OOC: By checking back here every day of the week and devoting your time to absorbing such incredible literature, of course. (At least that's what I'm doing.) And in all honesty, that battle was absolutely astonishing and made my hands even more itchy for writing exciting posts. But!... Sandromin is nowhere to be seen, and so we're still stuck in Arteum. Seems like I need to resort to coming up with new memories for Nexhawk to fulfill my hunger for adventures... //End of OOC\\ I didn't mean follow as in keep up with, I meant the problem that anything written after it is going to pale in comparison.
//OOC: Right... I see now that my brain does not interpret information as normally in the morning. But I still noted the amazing excellency of what had transpired, so seems like I've still understood that half over the telepathic link that, as Thanatos claimed earlier, connects everybody here. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.05 01:16:00 -
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//OOC: Yes, I've been thinking about the side plot as well. Just a curious question: would you be more interested in the continuation of the events that are happening in the Ashborns' lands on Praecantaria right now, or should I finally introduce the other three nations to the world, one by one? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.05 22:04:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:or should I finally introduce the other three nations to the world, one by one? //End of OOC\\ Do that. I'll finally find an excuse to write.
//OOC: Yeah, I thought as much. But I'll probably make few posts (if none at all) over this weekend, just in case my absence is noted. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.07 00:44:00 -
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At lastGǪ I see the ocean.
Lacustim inhaled deeply and breathed in the salty air. Despite having a charred taste, the minuscule salt crystals still brought back the memories of home that he and his men left several weeks ago. The Hydromancer general detested every step he took in this barren wasteland; the conjured wave that purified Abismonus of most of its accursed inhabitants was not entirely successful. During the trek across the country, the expedition finished the spellGÇÖs job and swept away those cities and villages that were still left standing. However, the resistance, although futile, still persisted for some time, until only a hundred or so of Hydromancers remained out of the five hundred that came initially to pursue the fleeting Ashborn. And now these hundred mages were standing to the westernmost shore of Praecantaria, facing the horizon and wondering where the remaining survivors could have gone.
They must be thereGǪsomewhereGǪwith the Core.
Lacustim was furious upon discovering a few days earlier that the AshbornsGÇÖ most prized possession, their capital and center of power, the majestic Core had disappeared from the face of the continent and flown away somewhere to the west. The main hypothesis among the Hydromancers consisted of the idea that the cowards had found and retreated to some uncharted lands, ready to impose their rule upon the unassuming indigenous population.
No doubt, thought Lacustim, Nexhawk surely desires to restore the glory of their dreaded empire. The dark history of the primeval times of Praecantaria was imprinted in countless generations of Mir that lived and will live later. The time of peace since the Firstborn Mir bestowed their godly gifts upon the population of the continent was very short-lived. The four nations had soon realized that they were not alone in the world, for one day a couple of ships with Men aboard had arrived on the shores of Praecantaria in their exploration efforts. The two parties had, naturally, engaged in quite a prosperous trade; the Mir traded the enchanted vellums and valuable essences for the luxurious and exquisite crafts of the Men.
But the nature of man is dark and corrupted, and the magic of the inhabitants of Praecantaria had instilled jealousy into the minds of the continentGÇÖs guests. This jealousy grew into a concealed hatred, until the latter erupted in violence in the one of PraecantariaGÇÖs neutral ports, where the members of all four nations hosted the explorers and traded with them. Most of all, the traders desired the magic of fire, for it seemed to them that destruction was the most powerful force of them all. And so it happened that, one night, these men broke into one of the houses and, using a blade with ice enchantments, slit one AshbornGÇÖs throat. Afterwards, they stole his spellbook and hid it on one of their ships.
The HydromancersGÇÖ icy magic still lingered on the corpse when it was discovered in the morning, and the accusations of murder were inevitable. The investigation had soon evolved into rising tensions between the two nations, which were going to be resolved with a trial, where the evidence of the missing spellbook was mostly disregarded. But then the Men had made a grave mistake by assassinating one of the Windweavers with the same blade and stealing his spellbook as well with the desire to harness the power of flight. Now, the Hydromancers were seen unlikely to be the murderers, knowing their friendly relations with the Windweavers. Moreover, the absence of the two books brought other suspicions; the MenGÇÖs deeds were soon uncovered, and their books and other magical possessions were promptly confiscated. No match to PraecantariaGÇÖs magic wielders, the human traders were put on their ships and sailed away from Praecantaria due to the mercy of the Mir.
Although this event had passed without severe bloodshed, the bitter aftertaste in the death of two of their kin had caused the Mir to reconsider their safety. The incursions had presented themselves as a potential threat, and all four nations agreed to shroud Praecantaria in an impenetrable misty barrier that could not be breached by the outsiders. The ritual took four weeks and was at last complete, but the seeds of mistrust had already been planted, and the tensions between the Hydromancers and the Ashborn still remained.
Shortly thereafter, the continent was plunged into the dreadful age of the Rise of the Deathlords, a century during which the fear of the day was the undead that terrorized the entire landmass. After much delay, the nations had finally united to drive the necromancers out. Weakened and exhausted by this horror, the four people looked towards the time of peace that was surely to followGǪ
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.07 00:46:00 -
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Oh, how their hopes were crushed! Along with the Deathlords, that century had seen another Mir rise to power. A male named Devorus rose among the ranks of the Ashborn and ultimately claimed the title of the nationGÇÖs ruler. He managed to carry his people through the troubled times and emerged slightly better off than the other nations. Despite benevolent intentions, he was soon corrupted by power and, obviously, saw his opportunity to conquer the three weaker countries. Quickly devolving into a tyrant, he forcefully gathered an army that swept across the continent, starting with the lands of the Hydromancers, the nation closest to Abismonus. The latter had no chance to resist DevoursGÇÖ urge to create an empire that would span entire Praecantaria, and so it came to a point when the HydromancersGÇÖ capital, the Dome, a giant hemisphere of water rising above the land surface in the middle of their territory, was besieged by the Ashborn. After a month of fighting at the DomeGÇÖs surface, the protective watershed been finally breached, and the majestic city inside was plundered by the invaders. In few days, the water magesGÇÖ finest creation, the underwater city on the ground, was virtually destroyed on behalf of DevorusGÇÖ orders.
Our most sacred cityGǪ the holiest templeGǪ defiled by these infidels!
Lacustim clenched his fists as he remembered seeing from the distance the finest buildings of Lymphium, the HydromancersGÇÖ country, crumbling into water dust under the assault of hellish flames of the savage Ashborn. He remembered how the entire nation was subdued when its capital, their seat of power, was demolished. The only thing that saved them and all other nations of Praecantaria was the essential weakness of tyranny: Devorus was betrayed and assassinated by a rebellious group that was tired of his iron grip on Abismonus. The army of rampaging Ashborn was called back, and the Hydromancers could finally breathe freely. Slowly, over a long period of time, Lymphium was rebuilt, but the scorched scar on where the Dome used to stand still remained the blight on the land.
But now, after all this time, it is the Ashborn that will pay! We will find their Core and finally have our revenge, realized Lacustim. At last, justice will be served!
He stared to the west and lifted his hands. After singing an incantation, he made a gesture that apparently pulled on an invisible chain, and soon enough, a glorious ship rose from the oceanGÇÖs depths. It was made out of refined hydralite that took the most elegant shapes under the hammers and saws of the Hydromancer craftsmen. The sails of deep blue color hung steadily above the blue and grey boards that Lacustim and his party stepped on. The general muttered a single word, GÇ£West,GÇ¥ and the sea obeyed, sending waves to direct the conjured ship towards its mastersGÇÖ destination.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.09 07:15:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Uh oh, I think Nexhawk may have beaten me to something, which of course only reinforces my telepathic link theory. So let's see where this goes.
//OOC: Hmm, you made me curious... But we need to give Hydromancers some time to arrive... I'll have to come up with a filler then. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.11 03:17:00 -
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//OOC: @Nimrod: Wow, looks like we've got Dustia's analogue of Rumpelstiltskin on our hands! More and more interesting...
@Sandromin: I think Alixenus, Galrick, and I are waiting for the journey to start, and probably you should initiate it.
Also, don't be so excited about the Hydromancers' arrival, they still need some time to sail across the oceans. Maybe I'll write about one of the remaining Praecantarian nations while I'm at it... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.11 11:28:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: @Nimrod: Wow, looks like we've got Dustia's analogue of Rumpelstiltskin on our hands! More and more interesting...
@Sandromin: I think Alixenus, Galrick, and I are waiting for the journey to start, and probably you should initiate it.
Also, don't be so excited about the Hydromancers' arrival, they still need some time to sail across the oceans. Maybe I'll write about one of the remaining Praecantarian nations while I'm at it... //End of OOC\\ 3 days... You'll see... don't worry though, I commissioned Nimrod (using the mailing system) to think of something in the meantime.
//OOC: Oh yeah, the 13th of December! I completely forgot about that date and thought you referenced the fact that no one posted in three days or something. My apologies. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.11 23:21:00 -
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//OOC: @Thanatos - 2. Snake of Illusion, trapped in an illusion behind the door with the snake handles? Oh the irony! 3. No idea... Really strange that he has been gone from the forums for two months now, but it seemed to be way less than that. Let's hope that everything is alright, and he returns soon. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.12 00:48:00 -
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//OOC: 4 months till "The End"??? Damn, all hell's breaking loose with the dates since recently. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.13 23:35:00 -
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//OOC: Ah, so that's what it was! CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE!!!
Despite not participating from the very beginning, I can still say rightfully that this has been an amazing year for me once I joined the thread. The sheer amount of creativity and imagination flowing through these pages is simply astonishing, and it has been a tremendous honor for me to be a part of this incredible masterpiece! //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk exhaled in relief and thought, At last! He nodded with gratitude to Sandromin and climbed inside the assigned mobistat, eager to see what was inside...
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.16 00:44:00 -
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"Are you sure this will work?"
"Oh my, have a little faith for a change! Of course this will work, no doubt about it."
"Still, I can't shake the feeling--"
"So pessimistic, so fearful! Could you for once trust those that work with you?"
"Hey, you know no less than I do how much is at stake here. Recklessness is the last thing I want to bring this plan down."
"Relax, for your own sake! It really bothers me that you start asking questions now, when everything is already set up. Believe me, failure will never be an option here."
"Well, fine, but if anything goes not according to the plan, it's on your head."
"Ha-ha-ha! Such joker you can be at times. This is not going to happen, ever. You play your part, I'll play mine, and everything will be perfect." ___________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Where is the Arch-Warden?"
Verephos grimaced upon hearing such a straightforward demand. No respect! One cannot even remain alone in his meditative chambers nowadays! He reluctantly lifted himself from the sitting mat and threw a quick glance at the marble circular walls before turning to face the owner of the inquiring voice.
The incomer was clad in silver armor and light-blue tunic underneath it. The cuirass, legplates, and gauntlets all bore the an elaborate ornament of curved lines that closely resembled wind gusts. The visitor carried his plumaged helmet in the right arm, while his other hand rested on the hilt of a silver hammer that hung from his side. Its head was enveloped in a swirl of wind energy that flowed and whirled around the blunt edges. The incomer's overall body stance looked quite pugnacious, which gave Verephos a subtle idea of something abnormal happening outside.
The latter answered, "Yes, I'm here. Is something wrong?"
The visitor replied, "You have to come outside. The Purifiers are gathering around the main gates, and it doesn't look good."
What in the name of Aethereum is going on? thought Verephos as he followed the harbinger outside and assessed the situation. The giant sun greeted his gaze as he exited the tower and stepped on the balcony that overlooked the Wardens' Fort. The Fort was stationed on a platform that hung in the air high above Praecantaria, connected to a much larger floating platform that served as the foundation for a city of the nation of Aethereum, the home of the Windweavers. The city's name was Arkhastrelen, and it was only a single one among a vast network of floating cities that were supported by the powerful magic of their inhabitants.
Verephos raised his right hand to shield his eyes from the sun that seemed to be much closer here than from the ground's point of view. He surveyed the square in front of the Arch-Warden's tower and saw the other Wardens assembled in arms, facing the gates. One look behind the silver gateway revealed the source of trouble.
The bridge connecting the flying fortress and Arkhastrelen was filled with other Windreavers. They were armed as well, and yet their clothes were pure white, unlike those of the Wardens. The distinction between those who served the Emperor and those who dared to defy him for whatever reason was clear as the two sides shouted insults at each other, separated solely by the gate.
"Purifiers," muttered Verephos, as he descended to the platform level and walked rapidly towards the crowd, shouting, "What is going on here? Why are these people gathered in front of our Fort?"
Just when one of the Wardens approached him to give an answer, Verephos felt a sense of dread, for he already knew the answer. Is this it? he realized. Are the tensions already that high that they now spill into a civil war?
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.18 23:02:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) come on everyone! You guys need to start your expidition, I Need to start thinking of ways to ruin my characters days. And I can't do that if no one here writes. (Ooc)
//OOC: I'm waiting too, Brutus...
Oh well, if nothing happens once I get some free time, I'll just continue my new storyline. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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"Did you hear the news?"
"Of course I did. Can't say I'm surprised, frankly."
"Really? I certainly did not foresee that the Purifiers would act so rashly. They must be really tipped off about this turmoil with the Unworthy."
"No doubt. But it's not like they are going to interfere with our plan, though."
"Heh, indeed. For all intents and purposes, they'll even save us the trouble." _______________________________________________________________________
"So what is going on here?" Verephos inquired. "Why are all these people gathered in front of our gate?"
The question hung in the air for a few moments, and then one Warden approached and spoke quietly, "The Purifiers are demanding that we release all, as they say, 'Unworthy'," the Windweaver pronounced this name with contempt, "from duty."
"And what, to get rid of a quarter of our numbers? Are they serious?" Verephos looked genuinely surprised when he paced towards the locked gate and faced the outraged commotion on the other side. His voice, augmented by an incantation, boomed over the bridge. "Please disperse this congregation and return to your homes, immediately. If any of you have some sort of complaints, please schedule an individual appointment with a member of the Council of Observers. Now, go h--"
"Observers won't help our nation," a rasp voice sounded from the crowd.
Verephos searched the angry faces for the source of these words, when the voice spoke again. "The blight we are talking about here can only be cured by eradicating the malady, not reassuring the organism that everything is fine."
The Arch-Warden's eyes fell upon a wrinkled face framed by silver-gray hair. The primeval speaker's mouth was still slightly quivering after having stated the accusation. Verephos chuckled to himself at the recognition. "Anarcus. Why am I not surprised to see you here?"
"Because your time is up," the old man replied. "You have harbored the Unworthy for a very long time. It is time to drive them from where they don't belong."
"These men and women were simply unfortunate enough to have been stricken by the disease!" beckoned Verephos. "So what that they were left without any power to wield magic? Are we now to purge them from Aethereum due to bad luck?"
"That's a good idea, for a change," Anarcus smiled. "What use is a mortal man in the land of demigods? They only weaken us and don't contribute anyhow to the well-being of the country! So why don't you just relieve those Wardens without magic and send them to the ground?"
"If that's an ultimatum, then you'll have to do more than that to force it upon us."
"Very well." With these words, Anarcus turned around and told something to the men behind him while gesturing at the gate. Out of that speech, Verephos barely made out the phrase "Bring down the gate". Instantly, several Purifiers walked towards it and started launching spells at the steel obstacle, flinging lightning bolts and sending whirlwinds at the gate. The commotion in the Warden's Square became immediately excited with the prospect of upcoming fighting.
The Arch-Warden ordered a few Windweavers to bolster the defense and cast protective spells upon the gate. After dispatching that group, he edified the rest of the Wardens to organize themselves before the battle and summoned the Third Order to take the frontal positions. One of the Wardens behind him hissed at him, "What are you doing? They will be defenseless! The Third Order has no magic users whatsoever! The Emperor will not be glad to hear about this."
Verephos spun around and grabbed the defiant man by his chest armor, lifting him up ever so slightly. He said in a furious whisper, "You dare question my orders and loyalty to the Emperor? I will not tolerate this kind of attitude, ever! Let the Third Order show they can protect themselves. Maybe it will show the Purifiers how wrong they were all along!"
Released from Verephos' grasp, the Warden was taken aback by this answer and promptly retreated somewhere else. The Arch-Warden turned around to face the gate again and saw Anarcus laughing. "Is this how you value your Unworthy? By putting them in front, like pigs for the slaughter?" He roared to the Purifiers at his side through the sounds of flying spells, "Intensify the assault. It disgusts me to even watch those Unworthy wretches try to stand against us. Let's put them out of their misery, shall we?"
The assault strengthened, and more and more lightning bolts connected with the steel gate, pounding on and burning through the protective spells woven by the Wardens. At the same time, powerful wind gusts tore through the poles and beams that made up the gate, weakening the structure and breaking holes in the gate. Soon, almost all of the remaining poles were cracked in some place, and one final forceful wave of air rushed in and collapsed against them, knocking some out and completely disintegrating others. The gate protecting the Wardens' Fort crumbled and fell down in pieces.
The Aetherean Civil War had begun.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.19 23:03:00 -
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//OOC: I would like to point out that I am perfectly fine with the Visus idea, except for a small concern: Those who have been born initially with magical powers, such as descendants from Praecantaria, Logipriests, and Storm men, should have generally stronger capabilities than those who have gained such abilities "artificially", through Visus. Otherwise it just undermines the value of natural affinity, don't you think? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.20 03:26:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: I would like to point out that I am perfectly fine with the Visus idea, except for a small concern: Those who have been born initially with magical powers, such as descendants from Praecantaria, Logipriests, and Storm men, should have generally stronger capabilities than those who have gained such abilities "artificially", through Visus. Otherwise it just undermines the value of natural affinity, don't you think? //End of OOC\\ Boils down to experience. If you were born with the ability to use magic, you must have like 30+ years experience over them; also, it allows you to feel the flow of auras better than someone who was given Visus. Visus is more rounded though, as it affects the physical and mental aspects as well. It's... Visus.
//OOC: Yep, sounds fair. No more concerns from me, then. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.24 04:36:00 -
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//OOC: Sandromin, my apologies for such impatience, but are we actually going the start our journey anytime soon? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.25 13:13:00 -
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GÇ£And so the violence begins.GÇ¥
GÇ£Indeed. You know, I feel a bit of a relief in the fact that the Purifiers decided to act now, without letting the tensions get any greater.GÇ¥
GÇ£Maybe it is for the best that they are doing the dirty work without any push from the outside, too. That reminds me; how exactly did they come to hate the Afflicted Ones?GÇ¥
GÇ£The Unworthy? Through fear, of course. If your neighbour suffers from a disease that may very well be contagious, you certainly will begin to despise his nearby presence, up until a point of no-tolerance.GÇ¥
GÇ£But is this really better than helping your neighbour cure the ailment?GÇ¥
GÇ£Is there a cure?GÇ¥
GÇ£They are working on one, for all we know. So my question still stands.GÇ¥
GÇ£I guess not. But, you know, it all depends on oneGÇÖs perception. Evidently, the Purifiers are hell-bent on driving the Unworthy out of the country, so they must have good reasons to believe that is the only right way to deal with thisGǪpredicament.GÇ¥
GÇ£All these people, gathering together to take the least rational course of action, and no dissenters among them, too! It must look really strange from the outside observerGÇÖs perspective, mustnGÇÖt it?GÇ¥
GÇ£Let the historians of the future answer that question.GÇ¥ ________________________________________________________________________________
The WardenGÇÖs Square had filled with fighting as the gate had fallen down in silver ashes. Truly, it was a horrible sight to behold, just like any civil war is; brother facing against brother, father against son, citizen against citizen. The only visual distinction used to be the color of the robes and armour that members of the two sides wore, but those white and blue hues also blended together as powerful incantations conjured gray winds and white-blue lightning that ripped through the crowd. Adamantium steel clashed with itself and tore through flesh, causing screams of agony to erupt throughout the battlefield.
Being the first line of defence, the Third Order took on the entire might of the PurifiersGÇÖ assault and, surprisingly enough, fared against it quite well. Despite having lost their magical capabilities, the Afflicted Ones still retained knowledge of self-protection against enemiesGÇÖ spells and used their cunning, agility, and enchanted weapons to deflect lightning bolts and powerful gusts of air. That is, until few of the Purifiers chose to summon a thunderstorm.
Once the incantation was spoken, the clear sky instantly became shrouded with black thunderclouds, and lightning connected sky and ground, falling upon the heads of the Afflicted like rain and frying in a blink those that did not look up in time. Electricity filled the air, and violent outbursts exploded at the fingertips of the rebellious spellcasters. The Wardens realised they had to counter this advantage and cast the same precise spell, hoping the storm would dissipate after being torn between two contradicting orders.
The result was an exact opposite.
Verephos, who wasnGÇÖt caught in the middle of fighting just yet, glanced up and witnessed something both majestic and at the same time absolutely frightening. The sky was in turmoil with itself: the clouds swirled and crashed against each other, sending lightning bolts both to the ground and to intercept those already going there. The white and blue whips lashed at each other and exploded in massive releases of energy, completing the picture of an element at war with itself. Just like us, Verephos understood with a sickening dread. WeGÇÖre fighting with each other for a problem that can definitely be solved in a peaceful way.
But now was not the time to contemplate on non-violent solutions to the situation in the nation. The battle was still going on, and Verephos decided to seek out his rival on the square, Anarcus. ItGÇÖs a common wisdom that a sure way to kill a monster is usually to cut its head off, thought Verephos as he recognised his counterpart amidst the fighting, flinging both spells and insults left and right. GÇ£Mongrels! Wretches! Go back to your holes in the ground, you inept worms! Aethereum will be purified, and those who oppose us will perish as well!GÇ¥ The old man clearly reveled in his hatred towards the Afflicted, a sentiment that Verephos couldnGÇÖt quite grasp since the inception of the PurifiersGÇÖ party. Their numbers were too high for their radical idea of eradicating the Afflicted instead of curing them, and that bothered the Arch-Warden deeply. Despite being so irrational, they had clearly amassed tremendous support among the Windweavers, but the reason for it was extremely unclear.
At any rate, Verephos could not express his thoughts at the moment, and so he rushed towards the figure of Anarcus, whose silhouette was lit up in flashes of lightning as often as it was covered in darkness from the smothered sun, and was thus hard to make out in the crowd. All of a sudden, however, the sky cleared as rapidly as it had darkened several minutes before, and the giant sun blinded all fighters for a moment. When they pried their eyes, the battle stopped altogether, for every Windweaver on the WardensGÇÖ Square was somehow almost entirely paralyzed except for his or her head. Then a thunderous voice boomed across the battlefield, GÇ£THIS WILL CONTINUE NO LONGER!GÇ¥
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2013.12.25 13:14:00 -
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Many heads turned to face the WardenGÇÖs Tower, which was now surrounded by a few figures hovering in midair. These Windweavers wore seemingly simple gray hooded robes, although upon closer inspection, elaborate drawings symbolizing their high status in the Aetherean society could be made out. In their hands, they carried long staffs with wind energy flowing and circling around the silver rods. Nothing held them in the air; the folds of their robes fluttered in the wind that was conjured to keep them hovering. GÇ£The Observers,GÇ¥ some in the crowd began to mutter. The excitement rose quickly, for never before this caste of powerful mages directly interfered in the dealings of Aethereum. Their duty was, as the name suggested, simply to observe the events in the nation and Praecantaria. Locked away in their monastery, access where was restricted to all but the Emperor himself, they advised the ruler on the most important matters, as well as studied the intricacies of the Windweaver magic, constantly coming up with new spells and rituals for the benefit of all citizen.
And now they had left the monastery to stop the first battle in the first civil war in Aethereum.
The leader of the Observers, who hovered just above the spire of the Tower, proclaimed, GÇ£This fight stops now. Wardens, you are ordered to return to your normal duty as if nothing happened here. Purifiers, you are to go to your homes and think about your actions before doing anything else.GÇ¥
A voice sounded from the immobilized crowd. GÇ£They are housing the Unworthy ones! This is a crime they shall pay for!GÇ¥
GÇ£Anarcus,GÇ¥ the Observer replied calmly, although his gaze was burning when it settled on the daring speaker, GÇ£the Wardens are the guardians and, essentially, the standing army of this nation. By demanding that they relieve a quarter of their force of duty and then attacking them, you are undermining the security and welfare of the entire country! For this alone, we should drag you into the EmperorGÇÖs Court right now, but knowing your position, I doubt this wonGÇÖt happen soon. If you have any particular grievances with the Afflicted Ones, take them directly to the Emperor, but do not make your own countrymen suffer for your cause!GÇ¥
With this, the paralyzis spell had worn off, and yet the former combatants had no desire to fight under the watchful gaze of the Observers. But, as the Purifiers were leaving through the wreckage of the gate, Anarcus was heard spitting on the square pavement and muttering, GÇ£The Shadowed One will see to it that the skies are purged from this blight!GÇ¥
While the Wardens gathered the corpses and readied them for burial, Verephos glanced at the leading Observer and bowed his head with an air of gratitude. The latter, however, descended to the Arch-WardenGÇÖs level and whispered, GÇ£I understand that you have much on your hands right now, Arch-Warden, but we need you in our monastery as soon as possible to discuss something utterly important.GÇ¥ Verephos glanced, surprised, at the sound of this. GÇ£Worry not, for an ObserverGÇÖs invitation overrides al other restrictions that lie on our monastery,GÇ¥ the Observer replied to his thoughts. GÇ£Thank you, thenGÇ¥ Verephos answered. GÇ£I will come as soon as IGÇÖm able.GÇ¥
GÇ£Thank you,GÇ¥ the hooded mage nodded to Verephos, and he and the other Observers flew away on the magical winds of their own conjuring.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.25 13:18:00 -
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//OOC: Meanwhile, at our travelers' mobistat... //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk nodded at SandrominGÇÖs proposal. GÇ£I have already mentioned this legend of a god named ZakGÇÖResh that ruled over death until he was struck down by the other gods. Even though details elude me now, I shall try to search for them in my memory.GÇ¥
Fallen godGǪ fallen godGǪ no, wait, fallenGǪtitan. Wait, thatGÇÖs it! GÇ£ItGÇÖs coming back now!GÇ¥ he exclaimed after a minute of pondering and immediately began his tale.
GÇ£This legend, this myth describes the events that transpired a very long time ago on Praecantaria. I assume that youGÇÖve heard of the Firstborn Mir, the founders of the four nations of that continent and the ones who spread their magic among all inhabitants of their countries. So, ZakGÇÖResh was the last living Firstborn, the Titan of Thunder, the founder of Aethereum, the WindweaversGÇÖ domain. Although all other Firstborn had already died of their ancient age, this primeval being somehow kept on roaming the continent, seemingly unaging. Everyone wondered why he survived for so long, and no one knew his secret - ZakGÇÖResh had discovered the Spring of Youth, a source of waters that gave everlasting life to their imbiber. Using his powerful magic, he had created an immensely powerful link with the Spring so that it would always let him thrive in his journeys across the continent. At first the Titan used this immortality simply to live longer and observe all the events that occurred on Praecantaria throughout many ages.GÇ¥
GÇ£However, where life flows, death follows closely behind. And the waters of the Spring, along with granting immortal life, concealed a dark secret within themselves - the power to tame death itself. The legend doesnGÇÖt say how exactly this had happened, but somehow ZakGÇÖResh discovered that secret. ThatGÇÖs when his benevolence got all twisted. Power corrupts, as you undoubtedly know, and the Titan of Thunder chose to utilize his new powers to rain devastation, desolation, and dread upon Praecantaria. In essence, he was the first Deathlord, except no one really knew of him.GÇ¥
GÇ£You see, ZakGÇÖResh promptly fled from the continent upon the discovery of these powers. For what reason, it is unknown, but it appears that he wanted to raise an army of the dead and unleash it upon Praecantaria, controlling it from a faraway land, so that no one would suspect anything about the source of this chaos. But the gods are all-seeing, and ZakGÇÖReshGÇÖs plan did not escape their observing minds. They descended upon this land he hid himself in and attempted to stop him, but their own creation, the Spring of Youth, fuelled his life force so greatly that he simply could not be defeated. The link between the Titan and the Spring was also virtually indestructible, and so the gods had no other choice but to destroy the source of immortality itself. And so the Spring of Youth was destroyed before any mortal inhabitant of Praecantaria discovered it, which is why this is simply a myth that may or may not be true.GÇ¥
GÇ£Anyways, the Titan of Thunder, now void of his everlasting life, became imprisoned in the land he fled to and most likely died of old age, for there was nothing left to sustain him now. And this is the entire legend,GÇ¥ Nexhawk concluded. GÇ£Note that it may not have any connection whatsoever to the dark and dreadful being whom we may face soon enough. But if it doesGǪGÇ¥ Nexhawk gazed in the air within the mobistat, not looking at anyone in particular, GÇ£then maybe ZakGÇÖResh is not dead, and maybe he has found another way to bring his horrifying plot to fruition. At any rate, this still remains to be seen.GÇ¥ With that, the Fiery Lord fell silent.
//OOC: Nimrod, I will leave this entirely up to you: do you want this legend to somehow connect to Nashir-Ur, or is it simply a petty rambling of an old man? The choice is yours. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.30 13:31:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) where's Xavier to tell a synopsis?(ooc) ----OOC----------------------------------------- I don't know. I'm getting really scared... Edit: Okay so I had started the Gran Arcadia arc in order to introduce these new characters and their secrets. I fear I may have been beaten though by Nexhawk before my "big reveal thing". Also in that book thing that I'm totally still writing and definitely not still in the outlining process, I kinda have a character that is similar to well... these Windweavers. I was wondering if it would be okay if there was a precursor race before the Windweavers, because I may have made up a similar magickal race that is pivotal to Thanatos' backstory. Or maybe it could be a new race entirely, but with similar attributes? I mean they did die off an entire era ago. What do you think Nexhawk?
//OOC: First thought that crossed my mind when reading this - telepathy.
On a more related note, there is no known precursor race for the Mir, who include Ashborn, Windweavers, Hydromancers, etc. These four Praecantarian nations originated from the Firstborn Mir, the first inhabitants of the continent that were gifted magical powers by the gods and spread those abilities across all their successors. The differences between the nations are explained through the genetic alterations made by their magics, but essentially, all Praecantarians are still the same race.
What I can think of is that your race may be the descendants of the ancient Windweavers that left the continent in their exploration efforts and were since then cut off from Praecantaria due to the creation of the protective shroud. Just like environment can potentially change gene expression, the place these explorers had made their landfall in would naturally alter them and possibly turn them into the race you write of. If this option suits you - great; otherwise, though, we may think of something else. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.31 15:55:00 -
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//OOC: Fair enough, even though Windweavers, as it has been already shown, can fling lightning around and summon storm clouds as well. I'm sure gods are able to create similar races in different parts of the world... Now I need a new Praecantarian name to come up with, though.
P.S. Happy New Year, everyone! //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.01.04 03:21:00 -
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//OOC:
1. Get into varsity for my Cross-Country and debate teams. 2. Get a job. 3. Get a PS4. 4. Get back into Dust after buying myself a working mic. 5. Help Thanatos kill Thanatos. 6. Assure everyone number 5 was a joke. 7. At least help Thanatos kill Fate & Sons, Inc. 8. Finish the narration of the Aetherean Civil War within the first 3 months.
//End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.04 12:22:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC:
1. Get into varsity for my Cross-Country and debate teams. 2. Get a job. 3. Get a PS4. 4. Get back into Dust after buying myself a working mic. 5. Help Thanatos kill Thanatos. 6. Assure everyone number 5 was a joke. 7. At least help Thanatos kill Fate & Sons, Inc. 8. Finish the narration of the Aetherean Civil War within the first 3 months.
//End of OOC\\ But... But there is no six.
//OOC: It was a very short-term resolution, that's all. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.01.13 22:30:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:Thanatos 716 wrote:-----OOC------------------ It pains me to say this but I guess it's official.
Xavier is dead. He's been gone for months without even a goodbye. No word since November 3rd.
His last post was: "I honestly cannot wait for your response." This was addressed to Nexhawk who at the time had soldiers engaging in battle with him.
I miss him. I really do. I have no idea what to do without him here. He was our first antihero/villain and he was awesome.
Lucia has lost a great and inspiring leader. Perhaps not the one it deserved, but the one it needed.
Seriously though, if you're out there Xavier, please let us know. Do we have any evidence? Maybe he just lost interest and moved on.
//OOC: There have been literally no posts from him on these forums since October 10th. Besides, something tells me he wouldn't just abandon this story wordlessly. I have two (rather optimistic) options:
1) Either something important happened that made him lose access; in this case, there is a possibility he will come back; or
2) There is something really shifty going on here.
I am actually planning to do some research on this matter and will report my findings, if anything is dredged up. Also, expect a new post from me sometime soon. I know it has been kind of a long time, but holidays tend to get me super lazy. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Alixenus wrote:By the Old Gods and the New I am truly sorry for disappearing like that on you all. I don't even know what happened. The last thing I remember thinking was ' I'll read Nexhawk's subplot tomorrow' Then BOOM. Here we are now. I'll catch up and start writing again ASAP.
//OOC: Pfft, you have it easy on you. I've been telling myself to write another post for my subplot since forever... Little success so far. Free time is a hard thing to come by nowadays. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.21 03:24:00 -
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"What the hell happened there?"
"You know what happened."
"But I thought the Observers were under control?"
"Heh! Who can possibly control them if they don't even obey their emperor?"
"You do realize that this new development may bring unforeseen...circumstances, right?"
"I am aware of that."
"Something is brewing... And I don't like it one bit."
"Me neither." __________________________________________________
The Wardens were highly efficient in cleaning the square and loading all the corpses on the rows of chariots that were driven by cael'qui, winged horses that could traverse the sky realm with nothing under their hooves. Verephos personally supervised the preparation of the chariots' departure for the Guards' Last Hold, a great cemetery that was floating fairly close to the Wardens' Fort. Once there, the corpses of dead Wardens would be put on individual marble pedestals with latticed tops. Then the priests who served in the graveyard would call upon lightning from the sky to strike the dead bodies and turn them to ash, which would then fall through the lattice and rest there forever.
The insurgents, however, would not get such honor. Their bodies would be incinerated as well, but the ashes would fall into one large pile that would lie in a pedestal in front of the Maiden of Justice, a statue of a winged lady that pointed over yonder with her sword. The pedestal would bear an inscription: "Here lie the disturbers of our peace", reminding the whole Aethereum of that tragic day.
Realizing that his thoughts were getting more and more somber, Verephos glanced upward and noticed that the large sun was at its zenith now. Time to go. He gave several orders to his aides and mounted his own cael'quas. The Observers were waiting.
* * * After about an hour of flying, Verephos arrived at a distant monastery that housed the most powerful Windweavers in the entire nation. Despite its grand purpose, the building looked very simplistic from the outside, for the Observers chose to be invisible witnesses of all events in Aethereum. The monastery was made out of plain cobblestone and marble, but had no less than five towers, four on the corners and one in the center of the edifice.
This down-to-earth look paired up with an atmosphere of utter silence. When Verephos dismounted near the main entrance and entered a rectangular hall, the first Observer he met simply nodded at the incomer and wordlessly motioned at the end of the hall. Once there, Verephos was greeted by a narrow staircase that spiraled upwards. While ascending it, he felt a sinister sense of being trapped within those walls. The stale air also contributed to this notion of confinement, and Verephos realized that some sort of pressure was building up inside his chest, and his forehead was getting sweaty. Combined, these factors wove into a dark and terrible idea... A fear of death manifested itself in Verephos' mind.
The salvation came when he finally reached the hatch and inhaled fresh air. Taking deep breaths, Verephos found himself standing on top of the monastery's central tower, which had four wooden beams in the corners supporting a tent-like roof. Even though the sun did not shine into his eyes, Verephos still squinted a little after catching a glimpse of the midday brightness around the tower. Just when his vision grew accustomed to the daylight again, he heard a voice from behind that said, "Quite an ascent, wasn't it?"
Verephos spun around and saw a man in a simple gray robe standing besides the opposite end of a rectangular table that had some food and drinks on it. Verephos instantly recognized the person and bowed his head with respect. "Magister Oculdom."
Observers' Magister Oculdom smiled and motioned at the chair closest to Verephos and asked, "Sit, please." The two Windweavers sat down, and the latter answered the initial question. "Those stairs were unnaturally narrow. Was that intentional?"
"Not exactly," replied Oculdom, "but it is very fitting now, considering the circumstances we live in."
Verephos understood instantly. "The civil war."
"Precisely. And - no need to thank me for sending a few Overseers to disperse the crowd," Magister interjected when he saw Verephos open his mouth. "Both my and your men have a duty to uphold if we want this country to prosper and thrive. Anyways, I assume you've felt a certain sense of hopelessness on the stairs?"
Verephos nodded.
Oculdom continued, "I had the same feeling about Aethereum. Looking at how easily our nation became fractured over a strange disease, one wonders if we are going to survive any longer at all. And let me tell you something," he drank some wine from a glass and lowered his voice, "this is not even a disease."
"What is it, then?" Verephos asked, considerably abashed.
"A curse."
The Arch-Warden was ready to get desperate when he recalled the staircase analogy. With that, he narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at Oculdom. "If I am breathing fresh air right now, am I to assume that you have a solution?"
The Magister leaned back on his chair. "One of our own was affected. And while his magical abilities are impaired, his mind is still as sharp, and together we managed to find the nature of this affliction. More than that, we are very close to finding the remedy."
Verephos leaned closer, as if he misheard. "The remedy?"
Oculdom nodded. "Yes. However, there are still many unknowns. For instance, we couldn't anyhow divine the origin of the curse. That means that we have no idea who stands behind this, and how this war benefits this person. Frankly, it could be anybody with enough powers to create the curse. But I hope we will not have to face this mysterious enemy once the cure is distributed." With that, he stood up and motioned for Verephos to proceed with him downstairs, while whispering, "Still, trust no one."
* * *
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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After a few more hours of talking and being showed around the monastery, Verephos left the Observers' haven. He was very eager to check back on the situation in the Fort, and he mounted his cael'quas hastily and without noticing a dark silhouette that was intently watching his departure from under the shadow of one of the monastery's walls.
//OOC: I can't believe I've finally finished this post! God, that was a long drag. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.23 03:37:00 -
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Nexhawk nodded at Sandromin's request and mentally called for a riderless phoenix from his entourage. Once the bird lowered down to the mobistat's level, Nexhawk mounted the creature at was almost ready to soar, when he stopped himself and briefly asked Sandromin, "What exactly should I and my men be looking for?"
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.23 21:50:00 -
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Nodding and memorizing the information Sandromin provided, Nexhawk directed his phoenix towards the main group that was escorting the mobistat. Once all Ashborn were within hearing proximity, he edified, "The caravan has been attacked somewhere in the front by amphibian-like humanoids called kraws. It befalls on us to spread out and search the area for their current presence. Note, however," he lowered his voice, "kraws are usually a peaceful people, and Sandromin does not want to attack them just yet. When one of you finds the site of their assault, simply send a flare into the sky to indicate it for the others."
The riders understood the orders perfectly and dispersed in the sky, searching for the attackers' trace. Nexhawk himself decided to fly along the caravan that stretched among the sand dunes as a snake. After several minutes of searching, he heard another explosion, this time above ground. Lifting his head, Nexhawk saw a fiery symbol that stood for the Praecantarian word "here" rise in the sky. Squinting and gazing on the ground underneath the flare, he made out the dark silhouettes of kraws running around a fallen mobistat and barely heard their vicious battle cries.
Nexhawk then looked below himself and saw Sandromin ride his earthen horse to the right of him. Augmenting his voice just so that it would reach the ground, he shouted, "Sandromin, look to your left. We found them!"
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.27 23:28:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) waiting for Thanatos and Alixenus (ooc)
//OOC: And Sandromin. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.29 18:33:00 -
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//OOC: Yeah, I'm still patiently waiting. Don't have time to continue my subplot at the moment, though. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.30 11:06:00 -
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//OOC: Whoa, whoa. If the flare you mentioned in your post was the first one Sandromin saw, then it didn't come from my men. Besides, the Ashborn scouting party is riding Phoenixes high in the sky, so I don't think you can just pounce on them that easily. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.02.03 23:33:00 -
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"The cure, huh?"
"Now that's new. I was told the disease can't be cured my normal means."
"You're forgetting who the Observers are. Of all us, they are most likely to come across a solution."
"I guess that's true. Well, gives me more of the reasons to worry about their involvement. Do you think they could actually turn this around?"
"I'm dubious about it. I mean, what percent of the population has been affected? Half? I just can't see a way for a hypothetical cure to be distributed amongst everyone."
"Eh, I wouldn't be so hopeful. They could theoretically devise a plan. Nevertheless, the fact that they've confided into the Arch-Warden also endangers this situation."
"So what do you propose? Right now he can't suspect much, but he is inherently intelligent. It probably won't take that long for Verephos to figure out what's going on here."
"Then we must deal with him swiftly." _______________________________________________________________________________
Upon arriving back at the Warden's Fort, Verephos was greeted by his aide, Kul'Ranis, who recently returned from the mission Verephos assigned to him before leaving. The Arch-Warden acknowledged his aide with a nod and asked, "What was the answer?"
The answer was grim. "The Earthdwellers declined to send help. They are scared of the potential contagiousness of the disease that, according to them, 'has ravaged Aethereum,'" Kul'Ranis replied with a frown.
"Cowards," Verephos muttered under his breath. "Tell me, were there any more attacks while I was gone?"
"Small skirmishes, but in quite a few cities around the nation. Nothing as grand as today's assault on the Fort, fortunately."
Verephos sighed. "Probably won't be long till another one happens. I guess this is what a civil war is like."
"I know. Oh, by the way," Kul'Ranis' eyes lit up as he remembered something, "there was a missive from the Emperor. He wants you to arrive at the Palace of Storms as soon as possible."
"Well then, I should get going again." Verephos began mounting his cael'quas. "I leave the fort at your command this time, Kul'Ranis. Keep my men safe until I arrive."
His aide nodded. "I will."
* * *
While the aerial space between the floating cities was open for flying, transportation above them was prohibited for everyone except patrolling Wardens. Not only this rule was caused by the concern for confusion in the air, but Windweavers also reckoned that flight should not be the primary mode for the mages' transportation, lest everyone will get lazy and refrain from walking outside at all. Verephos, apparently, was of the same opinion; besides, he knew that his mount needed rest after the long trip to the Observers. Thus, when coming to Aethereum's capital, Pretiston, the Arch-Warden chose not to use his title and instead dismounted the cael'quas.
The capital city of the Windweavers' country was indeed magnificent. Verephos passed enormous cathedrals, devoted to the god of thunder, Ton'Trus; expansive and bustling marketplaces with goods from the land below Aethereum, as well as those imported from the nations of Earthdwellers and Hydromancers; grand living districts, with wide streets and tall houses. All edifices were brightly reflecting the sunlight from their white marble surface. However, everything paled before the beauty of the Palace of Storms that towered over Pretiston at the far edge of the platform that held the capital. Its giant domes and elegant towers rose high in the sky and were seen from any point in the city, and enchanted lightning played across the walls, illuminating the air around the Palace.
Not so far from it, Verephos shortened his path by walking through an industrial district that was partially covered by smoke from forges and factories. At some point, he entered a dark alley that did not get much sunlight at that time of day due to that smoke and uneven height of the buildings. The air felt a little bit stale, and Verephos coughed a few times while walking alone on the cobblestone pavement.
Then, he felt a sudden shift of air behind him.
Turning around, Verephos saw no one, but now clearly heard a swooshing sound to his side. Rotating to his left, he spotted a slight motion in the corner of his eye, but then the alley seemed empty again. I must be going paranoid now. The Arch-Warden continued to walk, hastening his pace a little bit.
And then, in a flash, a blow came from above.
Hearing the sound of a descending knife cleaving the air over his head, Verephos quickly rolled to the right at the last moment and whirled around to meek the attacker face to face. His adversary was clad in black leather armor with a hood that covered his face. Only his eyes gleamed from the hood's darkness, and they were full of cold hatred, as the assassin advanced on Verephos.
The latter drew his own sword and parried the next strike, immediately counterattacking. But the assassin jumped away with innate agility and flicked his gloved fingers, casting a spell that covered the entire street in an impermeable fog. Verephos was left blind in darkness as he was spinning around, predicting the direction of the next attack.
He felt a mass shift to his left, and positioned his sword just in time to block the dagger's path. Seconds later, a lightning bolt flew at him from his right, and Verephos put his hand up to conjure a magical ward that absorbed the spell. The strikes and spells continued, and Verephos realized that he would get tired at some point, and the assassin would get the better of him. Thus, he drew from his powers and conjured a large ball of cracking energy between his palms, slightly squeezing it and then immediately releasing it.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.02.03 23:38:00 -
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The resulting blast shook the alley and filled the fog with lightning. Verephos heard a shout, and then the smoke cleared, revealing the assassin that laid motionless on the ground. Next to him, Verephos noticed an emblem of the Purifiers, a silhouette of a crystal white human head. Noticing a few Wardens, who descended on the alley with their cael'qui, alerted by the blast, Verephos briefly told them that the dead man tried to assassinate him. Recognizing him as the Arch-Warden, the guards pledged to investigate the case, while Verephos hurriedly went towards the Palace of Storms, silently cursing the Purifiers, the disease, the civil war, everything.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.02.22 22:32:00 -
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"I'll be honest; that was a pathetic attempt."
"It was never meant to succeed in the first place."
"Wait, what...?"
"If Verephos had to die, he would be already dead. However, we have a better plan in store for him."
"Really? And what plan did you come up with now?"
"You will see soon enough."
"You know that he is coming to the Palace, right?"
"Precisely why he is still alive." ________________________________________________________________________________
Verephos now was getting closer and closer to the Palace when he bumped into what appeared to be thin air. Immediately recognizing a magical barrier, he closed his eyes and spread his arms, feeling the barrier under his palms. Finally having found a weak spot, he pressed on it with both hands and, using a considerable amount of his abilities, opened a door for him to enter. Curious to see something that was meant to be concealed right under the Emperor's nose, Verephos decided to get inside the barrier.
He instantly realized why the barrier was put up. Cries of pain and calls for help echoed everywhere inside the invisible dome, clearly emanating from the center of the sound-reflective field. Hurrying in the direction of the cries, Verephos soon found himself on a large square, witnessing an atrocity the likes of which he had never seen before. The square was filled with Windweavers in pure white robes and armor that surrounded a smaller group of kneeling men in the middle. The kneeling ones wore nothing but rags and runed handcuffs that held their arms tightly behind their backs. Next to them, a man of high stature was standing on a podium and delivering a fiery speech, inciting his fellow Purifiers to gather arms and march on the Warden's Fort again. Below him, a few of the Purifiers were slowly circling around the prisoners and seldom lashed their lightning whips at the latter men's bloody backs. Verephos overheard from a distance one of the onlookers tell another, "They've been roundin' 'em up from the entire district ever since the barrier has been put up. Damn right, I say, this is much easier than going to each and every house and killing these Unworthy bastards one by one."
That was enough for Verephos. Hearing another insult toward the Afflicted Ones from the Purifiers' leader, Verephos forcefully stepped closer to the middle of the square, and his voice boomed under the magical dome, "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
All heads suddenly turned at the newcomer. The leading Purifier squinted and recognized the speaker as the Arch-Warden. A fleeting emotion of surprise flew across his face, but then he regained his composure. "Ah, welcome, sir Verephos. Nothing to see here, really. We're just making Aethereum a better place, one district at a time."
"I didn't come here to play games," Verephos replied angrily. "You will release these people at once and go home yourselves."
"And what makes you think that?" the Purifier smirked. "You are alone, and so we may do as we please. You should be thankful you're still alive, in fact. We only want to get rid of the Unworthy." With these words, he nodded at one of the whip-carriers, and the latter struck the nearest Afflicted so hard that he fell on the ground and never got up.
"And that's where you are mistaken." In a quick motion, Verephos extended his both hands and flung two lightning bolts, one at the impudent speaker, and another at the executioner. The spells hit their targets squarely in their chests and delivered fatal shocks to their hearts. The two men were sent flying by the impacts, and their bodies collapsed on the edge of the crowd.
A moment of silence hung above the square. Then Verephos eyed the gathering and proclaimed, "If you don't want Wardens that are waiting my command to enter to do the same thing to all of you, you will release these prisoners and go home immediately."
Moved by the sudden attack and Verephos' bluff, the leaderless Purifiers were sent in disarray as some tried to unlock the handcuffs, while others looked for shelter, expecting an assault from the unseen Wardens. Soon, all Afflicted Ones except one were standing on their feet, rubbing their wrists and feeling their backs for scars and wounds. Besides them, the square was empty. Verephos stood in incredulity, unwilling to believe that he almost witnessed a massacre in the middle of the capital and that this entire mass of hostile men believed his words. He suggested to the men that were taken out of their homes to report their ordeal to the Wardens that were patrolling other parts of the city, and the Afflicted Ones heartily thanked Verephos for saving them from the humiliation and possible death. A few of them, crying, picked up and carried the dead prisoner's body with them.
Verephos looked at the leaving procession, and a new kind of feeling swelled in his soul. He realized that the magic-less Windweavers were utterly helpless against the zealous Purifiers, and that it would be a very difficult thing to protect them from such expressions of hostility and hatred like the one Verephos just dispersed. Nonetheless, he thought, the Observers will fix this situation soon enough with the cure they are working on.
With these hopeful thoughts, Verephos continued his trek to the Palace of Storms, and soon enough he found himself standing on the stairs leading up the main gates of the palace. The guards nodded at him with respect, and he entered at once, ready to deliver the news of the cure and the grim wrongdoings to the Emperor.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.03.02 20:39:00 -
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//OOC: I'm still thinking on my next post for the Windweavers plot... Soon all shall be revealed... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.03.13 22:52:00 -
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Nexhawk heard Sandromin's request and shouted to the rest of his scouts to lower their altitude and converge around the spot where the kraw clansman was spotted. The phoenix riders immediately flew towards the pointed location, and Nexhawk spurred Fel'ir to land right in front of the clansman. While he was en route, Nexhawk watched as the other Ashborn formed a ring in the air that simultaneously tightened and drifted to the earth, its riders coming down in helical motions. Soon enough, they encircled the kraws that gathered around their leader, and Nexhawk sent his mount straight inside the ring, causing the clansman to stop in order to avoid impact.
However, the kraws quickly recovered themselves and drew out their weapons, but Nexhawk extended his hand, palm facing the belligerents, and proclaimed, "We are not here to fight you." Then he looked behind his shoulder and nodded to Sandromin, who was quickly approaching the trap on his earthen horse.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.03.14 22:58:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Occupied same as everyone. Schoolwork and stuff.
I really need to re-calibrate my battery... the Engineer thought as he saw his power percentage drop to 50% from the quick bit of biking. Finally braking beside Nexhawk's horse, he straightened up a bit and corroborated his ally's statement. "We come in peace," he garbled out, having forgotten to adjust his vocal settings for clearer speech.
//OOC: Just a small note - Nexhawk, just like other Ashborn scouts, is riding a phoenix. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.03.30 02:14:00 -
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"My scouts report that he is entering the Palace."
"So this is it, then. The hour of reckoning."
"Indeed. We have to play smart now." ___________________________________________________________________________
The heavy doors of the palace opened slowly before Verephos. With quick steps, he entered the antechamber and headed straight to the Hall of Emperors. The Hall was a long rectangular chamber with pure white walls that were adorned with blue banners of Aethereum. The chamber was enveloped in light that came through large windows in the farthest end of the Hall. In front of those windows stood the throne itself. The Emperor of the Windweavers was sitting on it when Verephos came into the Hall.
A gray-haired man, clad in robes of royal, blue silk, the Emperor stood and held out his hands when he saw the Arch-Warden. "Verephos," he began, "it is great to see you!"
Verephos bowed with respect and replied, "Same to you, my Emperor! I come bearing exciting news. The Observers are close to perfecting a cure that will be able to cleanse the curse that befell the Afflicted Ones."
"The cure?" The Emperor's face exhibited a smile, albeit no hope shone through it. "And how... close are they?"
The hesitation that creeped into his voice left Verephos suspicious. "I do not know exactly, my liege... And you seem worried about these news. Why?"
"The cure will be detrimental to our empire."
The third voice entered the room as a cloaked figure descended one of the side staircases that adjoined the chamber. The cloak was made of black cloth, except for the hood that, despite being blindingly white, still concealed the face beneath. Verephos instantly recognized the figure, even though he saw it only once before.
"The Shadowed One!" The Arch-Warden drew his sword and pointed it at the infamous leader of the Purifiers. "My Emperor, this man...!"
"I know who this man is," the ruler answered and flicked his right index finger at the figure. "Show him."
The Shadowed One nodded and threw the hood off his head.
"Grand Vizier?" Verephos stared in disbelief. The man that stood in front of him, the leading cause of the civil war in the nation a moment ago, now turned out to be the Emperor's right hand since times immemorial. Could this be true?
As if replying to his thoughts, the Vizier nodded again. "It is true, Arch-Warden. And I am here to offer you a deal."
"I won't be dealing with a traitor!" Verephos turned to the Emperor. "What is going on here?"
The Emperor brought his fingers together. "The current events are necessary for the future expansion of our kingdom. Everything will fall in place, and soon Aethereum will span the entire continent."
"After half of our people are stripped of their power? Are you mad?" Verephos regained his composure. "And how did you inflict this curse upon our nation?"
"They didn't," a yet another voice echoed through the Hall. "I did."
Its owner was a woman that just came inside the chamber through the main entrance. She was wearing a black dress with elaborate ornaments that looked foreign to the culture of Windweavers. A single look at her face, and Verephos felt the floor sink beneath his feet. Although seeing her for the first time, somehow he instantly knew.
The Arch-Warden exhaled the name.
"Nak'Sora."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.04.04 00:56:00 -
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//OOC: By Vivec, a new development! And I know I should write a follow-up post to my subplot, but I'll be damned if Elder Scrolls Online hasn't sucked me in. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.04.20 03:24:00 -
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//OOC: Man, these have been busy two weeks. I swear I'll write a continuation for my subplot tomorrow. Meanwhile, hopefully Sandromin will do the same for our main plot line... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.04.27 20:22:00 -
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//OOC: Yet again, Thanatos and I think alike. I was halfway through this post, which used to have a (rather fiery) message about everyone's absence for nearly a month now. But then Thanatos restored my faith before I was even finished. //End of OOC\\
Everything fell into place.
Damned traitors, cursed Verephos silently. Our very rulers. Ha! They enlisted the help of a fallen god, who then inflicted a curse upon our whole country. And for what? For our people to tear itself apart!
But one question remained.
"Why?" he addressed the Emperor and the Vizier. "What do you gain by splitting the empire into two rival halves?"
"Trial by fire," the Emperor replied calmly. "Our nation has been losing influence on the continent recently. We are no longer as formidable as we used to be. Moreover, after the banishment of the Ashborn, the Hydromancers are now de facto owners of Abismonus. Nothing stops them from continuing with their conquest, and we are just as likely to be hit next as the Earth Dwellers. That's one of the reasons for which we need to bolster Aethereum."
Verephos shook his head and almost yelled. "We're in a CIVIL WAR! How the heck will you bolster our nation by breaking it apart?"
"That's where I come in," Nak'Sora said behind him. "The curse I set upon these lands did not strip the afflicted of their magical abilities. Instead, it erased their memories of the incantations and their affinity to magic. However," she took a step closer to Verephos, "that also means each Afflicted One is a clean sheet. I can give them more power than anything they've ever dreamed of, and their mind will readily accept the power due to absence of all other magical elements."
"Why should I trust you? What is your real purpose here?" Verephos was on edge of breaking down with a sudden feeling of fatigue. How is this happening...
"Because you have no other choice, and I'm here only to help you." Nak'Sora waved her right hand, and an image appeared out of thin air. "Look, and see for yourself why my solution is important."
In a circular image, Verephos saw a few people huddled in the center of a platform. Surrounded by Purifiers, they were constantly seared by small lightning bolts that did not kill, but still hurt a lot. Despite no sound coming from the image, Verephos could almost hear their screams. He recalled preventing another group of the Afflicted from being tortured in the same way. Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
"I guess you have put them in a stalemate," the Arch-Warden said venomously. "By taking away their original powers, you leave them no choice but to accept yours, however corrupted they may be. But... why are you showing this to me?"
The Vizier gave him an answer. "After we have our new army, it will need a commander. Someone who is already experienced in this field of duty. Someone who can wield power and respect of his subjects with equal efficiency."
"You need me!" Verephos turned around with a look of surprise on his face. Liars, all of them! The Observers will conduct a cure, and everything will go back to normal. "And what if I won't do it?"
"The cure won't work." Nak'Sora sounded like she read Verephos' thoughts. "In fact, we're speaking exactly at the time when the first batch of it will be tried on an Afflicted One. Do you wish to see the results?"
Verephos remained silent, and Nak'Sora conjured another image in the air. It was a cell in the Observers' monastery. Verephos recognized Magister Occuldom and a few others gathering around a chair, where another Observer was holding a glass. The Arch-Warden guessed that he was also an Afflicted and was now ready to take the cure. Verephos' fists clenched in apprehension.
The Afflicted One drank from the cup.
Suddenly, the room in the image filled with impenetrable smoke. Verephos heard a few shouts, and then the fog dissipated ,revealing the Observers getting up from the floor and the chair empty, except for clothes that were worn a few moments ago.
Verephos' heart clenched. "Just like that..."
"Yes," Nak'Sora got rid of the disturbing picture. "There is no other salvation, Verephos. You need to trust me."
The Emperor echoed the words that the Vizier spoke earlier. "We need you, Verephos. These people that are suffering right now will soon become more powerful that their tormentors. But an army is never successful without a leader, and you will be perfect for it."
The voice of sanity protested in Verephos' mind. This is Nak'Sora we are talking about! She only works in self-interest. The Windweavers will not benefit from this corrupt deal!
But then his rationale took over. Maybe we are better off with this radical trial by fire. Maybe... whatever comes will be better than what the Afflicted Ones are enduring right now? The lesser of two evils prevailed.
Verephos sighed and nodded. "Fine. I will do it." _________________________________________________________________
Magister Occuldom was pleased. His fellow Observer, who fell victim to the curse and became one of the Afflicted, now gained all his powers back. Knowing that the formula was working, Occuldom called for a messenger and ordered, "Find Arch-Warden Verephos. Tell him that the cure for the curse is ready."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.04.28 02:12:00 -
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//OOC: I couldn't help but think of the Reapers while reading this narrative, Thanatos. However, a question: is this all happening solely in Xavier's mind? I'm wondering because his last location was on the Logipriests' island, where he was facing off two Ashborn scouts. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.04.30 11:11:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:-----OOC---------- Okay roll call. Everyone needs to confirm their existence. This thread WILL be revived.
//OOC: Still here... observing... waiting. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Posted - 2014.05.04 19:51:00 -
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Nexhawk glanced at Sandromin with a look of impatience and then turned back to the wiseman, beginning his tale.
"My name is Nexhawk, the Hawk of Burning Death. I am the leader of a people named Ashborn, who are foreign to this continent. We came to Mediterra not so long ago whilst fleeing from our home on the continent of Praecantaria. My nation was almost utterly destroyed by a rival empire, and I gathered the few survivors that remained in order to cross the ocean and find a new place to settle in. Temporarily, I hope," he shifted uncomfortably on the ground, "for I am currently in search of an artifact that is rumored to help my people come home again." With these words, he nodded to the rest of his companions, indicating that his introduction to Tw'gren-ha was complete.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.05.15 02:46:00 -
[292] - Quote
//OOC: Woo, now that makes four of us! But we still need to somehow reach out to others (Vyzion, Galrick, Brutus, etc.)... Can anyone possibly do that? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.05.16 02:27:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: I don't know any of their PSN names. I need Brutus to come back so I can continue on. Thanatos can't join you guys until he finds Brutus, and Brutus needs to find Sara.
Seriously Brutus, tell me you're here and I'll go ahead and continue on...
//OOC: Try using Dust by searching their character names and this finding out PSN. I would do it myself if I had more free time now, but I think it should work. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.05.17 03:33:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:I... uninstalled Dust just the other day.
//OOC: Well, that's one unfortunate coincidence. But I got some time this weekend to sit down and sift through the characters, so hopefully more people will be back. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.05.27 01:37:00 -
[295] - Quote
//OOC: Well, some things prevented me from doing this last week, so I'll wipe the dust off my PS3 tomorrow and turn it on to look for our missing comrades. Meanwhile... //End of OOC\\
Several days after Verephos' pledge to the plot to return Aethereum to its former glory, a call was issued for every Afflicted One in the empire to present themselves before the Palace of Storms in three days. The order, stamped by the Arch-Warden's symbol, was distributed to every city, and every detachment of Wardens had to make sure that all Afflicted Ones would make it safely to the capital. Naturally, there was organized resistance from the Purifiers, but some of them reckoned that the Emperor finally decided to get rid of all the dead weight of the country and exile or execute all powerless citizens. O, how mistaken they were!
On the night before the indicated day, a lonely figure appeared on the edge of the platform that supported the Warden's Fort. The figure headed straight toward the graveyard that was built for the victims of the Battle at the Warden's Fort, the event that commenced the civil war. The cemetery held thousands of bodies and was extensively large. The main tower of the fortress overlooked the graveyard, and everything that happened there would be readily seen from above.
But not tonight.
The hooded person, realizing the complication, waved its hand in the tower's direction, and the edifice became enveloped in fog as dark as the night itself, obscuring all vision from within. Next, the stranger reached into the bag that he carried on his shoulder and procured a small and unassuming goblet. That goblet was set upon the pedestal that bore a sentence acknowledging the fallen, and the shadowy figure raised his hands, muttering an incantation.
Immediately, the sky above the cemetery lit up with ethereal green hues that formed a cloud. The fiendishly looking air mass brought forth a lightning storm of the same color, and lightning began to strike each grave on the cemetery. Once a grave has been hit, an orb of green energy left it and soared towards the goblet, eventually sinking into it and filling the vessel with what looked like a viscous liquid.
However, despite the caster's intent, there was but one other person that saw what has been happening. Kul'Ranis, the Arch-Warden's aide, was still patrolling the area around the main tower when he saw the lightning. Coming to investigate, the Windweaver was appalled at seeing a stranger desecrate the graves of the victims of the civil war. "Stop right there, vile necromancer!" he bellowed.
The unknown figure turned around and chuckled. "Necromancer? Oh, but I am far from that."
The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and yet Kul'Ranis pressed on. "I don't know what you're planning to do with these dead men, but it cannot be for good!" With these words, he conjured and hurled a lightning bolt at the shadowy silhouette.
The latter reached for the goblet and summoned an orb identical to those that filled the cup, and it unfolded into a shield. Blue lightning struck against green mist, and despite not being harmed, the impact forced the trespasser to stumble. His hood fell off his head, and Kul'Ranis gasped.
"Arch-Warden!"
Verephos' eyes, now with a shade of green, twinkled as he replied, "Kul'Ranis, I wish no harm to you. Step aside, and let me finish what I came here to do."
"Whatever it is," Kul'Ranis questioned with a shaky voice, "I will not allow you to disturb the peace of the dead. Stop this unholy ritual at once!"
The Arch-Warden sighed. "So be it," he told his aide and gestured towards the goblet again.
This time, another orb left the vessel and flew directly at Kul'Ranis. He summoned a gust of wind to deflect the bolt, but it did nothing. The ethereal projectile approached Verephos' aide quickly, and right before the blow he managed to spot... a face, twisted in agony in the middle of the orb.
When the hit came, Kul'Ranis' body was enveloped in green fire that ravenously ate the Windweaver's flesh. Dead within seconds, his corpse collapsed on the platform before Verephos. He stared with sorrow at the heap of clothes and murmured, "It's for the best. I'm sure, if you knew... you would understand." With that, he pointed at the body, and another mass of transparent green energy exited its corporeal form. The soul of Kul'Ranis shrieked as it was forced into the goblet that was still standing on the postament. Verephos quickly stashed the cup into his bag and disappeared into the night, leaving the platform intact, save for a few scorched rags that once covered Kul'Ranis's figure.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.05.28 00:25:00 -
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//OOC: I've sent out PMs to every member of this thread that is currently missing. Hopefully my inbox will receive some replies soon... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.06.05 00:29:00 -
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//OOC: Come on, guys, we can't let this threadnaught fall into oblivion! Sandromin, did any of our missing colleagues friend you on Steam? If so, could you push them to become active again here? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.06.19 02:36:00 -
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//OOC: Wow, the crew is getting back! It's great to have you with us again, Vyzion and Brutus.
Sorry for my absence during these two weeks, the preparation for the finals took most of the time. I'll try to write another post in the Windweavers' story as soon as possible. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.06.21 21:10:00 -
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The day after Kul'Ranis was slain by Verephos in the Warden's Fort, the Afflicted Ones from all over Aethereum gathered on the square in front of the Palace of Storms. Speculative murmurs created an atmosphere of curiosity that permeated the crowd. Of course, there was also fear of a surprise attack by the Purifiers, but the square was lines with Wardens to prevent such an attempt.
By the time the crowd's anticipation reached its apex, the doors of the palace's balcony opened, and the Emperor of Windweavers showed himself to the public. In a gesture of benevolent greeting, he spread his arms before the gathering and spoke.
"My dear children! You have been victims of a tragic and terrible curse. You have unjustly incurred the hatred of selfish people known now as Purifiers. But fear not! for the time has come for you to shake off the curse's bindings and acquire such power that you have never dreamed of. Rejoice, for the gods themselves grant you their favor today!"
After this short speech, the Emperor stepped back, and another figure appeared on the balcony. Nak'Sora, draped in the same black dress in which she appeared to Verephos earlier, approached the broad railings that bordered the balcony. She was carrying the same cup that Verephos had filled the night before with the souls of the fallen. Verephos himself walked a step behind her, sporting black cape and jacket with green embroidery that matched the tint in his eyes. Ethereal energy swirled and crackled around his arms as he folded them across his chest, watching the crowd below.
Nak'Sora placed the goblet on the railings and lifted her palms above it. With a voice full of vigor, she cried, "Soulreapers, awaken!"
The words seemed to have an effect on the goblet. The ghostly green liquid rose above its edges and split into countless minuscule orbs, which then went flying toward the Afflicted Ones. The gathered public gasped in unnerved surprise at the rapidly approaching projectiles. Some even tried to flee the square in panic.
And then the first orbs coalesced with a few members of the crowd.
Amidst the chaos that ensued, these few Windweavers stood in amazement, staring at their hands and bodies that started to glow with the same soul energy they just absorbed. Shouts of excitement echoed through the crowd when the realization of having gained magical powers back dawned upon the former Afflicted.
But restoration of supernatural abilities needs to be done carefully. Is is similar to filling an empty vessel and keeping the liquid from flowing over the top. The magical energies absorbed by newly titled Soulreapers were too much for their minds, which had already forgotten the thrill of having immense power at one's command. Some of this power needed releasing, and so many of the Spulreapers chose to send ethereal lightning into the sky above the square. Soon enough, the Palace of Storms was enveloped in an emerald tempest.
Verephos stepped closer to the balcony's edge and grasped the railings, leaning towards the crowd. "Soulreapers," he bellowed to the ecstatic Mer, "you now have magnificent power at your disposal. With its help, Aethereum will finally become what it was always destined for - an empire!"
The crowd cheered, but Verephos wasn't done. "But you cannot be the bearers of our standard of conquest while our grand nation is still fractured. Insurgents still walk the streets of Aethereum, plotting to divide the empire and, in their blindness, thinking that your very existence is a blight on the land!"
With such a force, he thought, the civil war will end in no time. His eyes twinkled, and Verephos dismissed the crowd. "You know what to do. Go, and bring glory to this empire!"
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.06.23 10:32:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Don't do this Brutus. I didn't realize I wrote "plummeted to the ground", I meant the floor. Oh no, what have I done!?!
//OOC: If I have learned anything from fantasy fiction, that is not to trust that anyone is dead. Who knows, maybe Brutus already has a way planned to bring the giant back to life... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.06.24 02:48:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) nope the giant hath been slain. He was mortal. As are frost and the others.(ooc)
//OOC: Well then...
GODDAMMIT, WHY???
*sniff*
//End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.06.25 17:29:00 -
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//OOC: Well, that gave me a feeling of relief. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.07.07 11:46:00 -
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//OOC: Well, Thanatos, the telepathy is definitely real. You quoted that poem in the same period of time that I saw it on one of the Reddit threads and then read it several times myself to pseudo-memorize it.
Besides that, my family has been busy with our moving to another state these past few days, but I'll have a lot of writing time on the plane, so expect a post from me in a couple of days. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.07.09 00:23:00 -
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Knock knock.
"Who's there?" Anarcus was not expecting visitors. The Purifiers' secret hideout in one of the less developed districts of Aethereum's capital still wasn't discovered by the patrolling Wardens. Besides, all his men were already inside, planning for another strike on the Afflicted Ones.
Anarcus stood up from his chair and quickly eyed the room before heading to the door. Five of his comrades gathered around a round table with a map of the city and two candles that lit the room dimly. They all were looking up at the door, displaying barely noticeable apprehension.
He paced towards the entrance and opened a small section of the door. On the other side, two apparently nervous faces stared back at him.
"What do you want?" Anarcus demanded. "This is private property, I'll have you know."
"We're looking for food and shelter," he heard a trembling voice say.
"I could give you food, but can't you create a shelter yourself?"
"Well..." The two pairs of eyes looked down. "Let's just say, we can't."
Anarcus briefly glanced at the other Purifiers and mouthed, This is going to be good. He then opened the door in a grand gesture, and the two Afflicted Ones came in.
One of the Purifiers straightened up when he saw the newcomers. "Um... Anarcus?" he asked quietly while rolling up the map.
Anarcus quickly looked at the nervous diseased and stepped closer to the Purifier. "What is it, Kaelis?"
Kaelis kept whispering. "These are the same people we've tortured on the Harbinger Square a few days ago."
Anarcus's eyes widened, and he whispered back. "When you imbeciles let them go because the Arch-Warden scared you off with his one-man army?"
"Look, I thought you got over that! Yes, we misjudged then, but that's not the point. What do these people want coming to their former tormentors?"
"Maybe they don't know who you are yet. Sometimes physical traumas can detrimentally affect memory capabilities. And if they do, well..." Anarcus's lips formed a cruel sneer before he turned around.
"So, how may we help you two?" he asked the newcomers.
One of the latter smiled. "We just wanted to tell you that the Shadowed One sends his regards."
"The Shadowed One?!..."
"Aha." The second Afflicted One pointed at Anarcus with his left palm. Suddenly, everything inside the Purifier screamed in agony, and he felt an invisible force pull him out of his own skin and mercilessly drag him closer and closer to the dreadful hand until it engulfed him whole and replaced the world with utter darkness. _______________________________
The other Purifiers watched, locked in horror and disbelief, as an ethereal green version of Anarcus exited his suddenly limp body and, followed by unearthly screeches, flew towards the Afflicted One's palm, which sucked him in in an instant.
A moment of horrifying silence dawned on the room, and then someone said in a shaky voice. "I... I thought the Unworthy had no magical abilities...?"
"We are Soulreapers," one of the newly threatening men replied as he looked the Purifiers over. "And on behalf of our Emperor and his Grand Vizier, whom you might know as the Shadowed One, we sentence you to death for treason."
The surprising revelation of their benefactor's identity faded before the shock of seeing the terrifying sentence already carried out on the Purifiers' leader. However, they quickly regained their composure and prepared for the fight, joined by a lot more of their comrades from upstairs.
Seeing lightning bolts starting to cook in their enemies' hands, the Soulreapers chuckled. Then, the one who killed Anarcus earlier extended his left hand again, and the Purifiers recoiled upon watching his face appear again on the surface of the palm. The twisted face screamed once and turned into a large ghostly fireball, which the Soulreaper launched toward a cluster of Purifiers.
The group split to avoid the projectile, but it still struck one of the fleeing Purifiers. Ethereal jade fire immediately began to devour his whole body, and the blood-curling screams soon receded as the body collapsed on the floor. Then, the second Soulreaper motioned at the body, and an orb of the same ghostly energy left its corporeal vessel and, following the commanding hand's motions, flew towards another Purifier, setting him aflame as well.
Some of the Purifiers retaliated by hurling lightning bolts at the attackers. Some bolts collapsed with the Soulreapers' emerald lightning and set off a myriad of mini-explosions, and others were absorbed by protective jade cloaks that enveloped the Soulreapers.
Meanwhile, the soulfires kept spreading. When one Purifier fell, his soul ignited the next one, and the chain reaction quickly forced the enclave's population to dwindle dramatically. They were powerless before this tactic, and soon enough the entire room was ablaze and shrieking in emerald agony. At last, when the floor was filled with lifeless bodies and burned rags, and there were no survivors left, the Soulreapers exited the half-destroyed building without casting more than a quick glance at the horrible scene.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.07.22 03:04:00 -
[305] - Quote
Despite the Purifiers' wishful thinking, the massacre at one of their many hideouts was not a one-time incident. The civil war continued, and this time, the hunters became the hunted, preyed upon by their former victims. All across Aethereum, the Soulreapers mercilessly tracked down and butchered the insurgents in the empire.
"Only about one fifth of the major cities remains with some Purifiers lurking in the under-developed districts," Verephos concluded his report to the Emperor, which he was delivering after another successful raid. "I estimate that we will root out the opposition within this week."
"Excellent work, Verephos," the Emperor nodded and lifted his hand up to the mouth in order to cover the smile that creeped unto his lips. "How has the population reacted to our new forces?"
"Largely positive, milord. In the eyes of the civillians, peace right now is the most important condition to achieve, and that's exactly what the Soulreapers are going to accomplish."
"If only they knew the means..." muttered the Grand Vizier, sitting besides the Emperor's throne and rubbing his chin.
The latter looked at him disapprovingly. "Look, you knew what we signed up for! Wasn't it your idea to align with the goddess, in fact? And now you try to..."
"Don't blame the Vizier." Nak'Sora entered the room unnoticed to all. "These powers that Soulreapers possess can have a disturbing first impression. You'll get used to it."
"I definitely hope so." The Grand Vizier still looked uncomfortable.
"But I didn't come here to comfort you. As a matter of fact, I need to speak privately to the Arch-Warden."
Verephos, startled, replied rather hastily. "Me? Of course, milady." He made a quick bow to his superiors and exited the palace with Nak'Sora.
Outside, she turned to him and whispered, "Verephos, I need to ask you a favor."
"You did a grand favor to my people, and I'd be glad to repay it. What can I help you with?" Verephos inquired, curious how his help could be useful to a god.
"Have you heard of a continent named Mediterra?"
Verephos searched for the name in his memory and replied, "No, milady, I haven't."
"It's the continent where the Ashborn fled after the Hydromancers drove them out of Abismonus. I need you to pick a small team of your best fighters and magi and travel with them to the continent."
"And for what purpose, if I may ask?"
"The Ashborn people's leader, Nexhawk, poses a threat to... my plans and Praecantaria as a whole continent. He gathers an army as we speak and searches for an artifact to pierce the misty veil surrounding this continent. Ultimately, he seeks to conquer your nations and turn you into slaves!"
Verephos squinted and looked into the distance. He remembered Nexhawk as a wise politician and someone who generally sought what's best for his people, not to go out of his way to wage war on other nations. Oh well, Nak'Sora should know what she is talking about. "And you want me to stop him by assassinating or something like that?"
"Not yet," she smiled. "First I'd like you to track and shadow him and his companions. Let me give you this." She reached into an interior pocket of her robe and procured a black orb. "You can use this as a means to communicate with me, as well as distinguish a general direction where to look for Nexhawk. Once you found him, contact me and await further instructions."
Verephos accepted the orb with humility and bowed before mounting his cael'quas, which awaited his master by the Palace's steps. "I will not disappoint you, milady."
"I know you won't," Nak'Sora said as she watched him take off and ascend into the skies above the city and soon disappear as a mole on a blue canvas.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.08.06 15:49:00 -
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//OOC: I've been really busy these past few weeks with moving to a new house and such, but I refuse to believe that everyone else has been just as busy. We can't just let this thread deteriorate! //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.08.14 00:25:00 -
[307] - Quote
This is an excellent idea!
My Steam name is Nexhawk; if you need my email at any time, drop me a message there and I'll share it with you.
My life is still in a bit of a flux after the move, but I hopefully will be able to post more often when things get back to normal come school.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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