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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Seraphim Auxiliaries
CRONOS.
330
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Posted - 2013.07.08 03:45:00 -
[1261] - Quote
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. |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
261
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Posted - 2013.07.08 21:56:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:Void had caught Xavier's stare at the fiery lord. Void's eyes were empty of emotions, his clear skin was smooth and lacked the wear and wrinkles unique to human expressions. The only way you could tell what he was thinking, was by his menacing grin, wide and twisted. He looked to Xavier and answered him nonchalantly, "Yes, we should be going now.." He raised his hand hand and before them there was a shimmer in the air, one similar to the effect of magick cloaks of invisibility. Xavier looked to the shimmer with a puzzled expression. For it was not a shimmer, but a ripple in space. The stagnant energy of the space being torn was drawn into Void. The ripple opened up revealing a portal. Th effects of the ripple began to suck all of the furniture and equipment from the building including some of the walls leaving nothing but a large empty room. As they entered the unstable portal they completely disappeared, almost as if they never existed. It simply looked like a white stained glass. But then the white went pitch black. The black was illuminated by the stars and nebulae of space. In the distance was a throne seating an all too familiar goddess. He waved his arm toward the portal as to direct Xavier to enter. On the other side Fate beckoned him. His mind was far too gone now to resist even her weakest attempts at tempting him. He silently entered through the spatial doorway. As he walked towards Fate he felt absence, not Void, but of him. Void had not followed. He tried to lean his head out of the portal to call him, but to no avail. It felt like a thick wall of glass was prohibiting his exit. "No need to worry, they only work one way. If I recall correctly retrieving you was my primary task, I have one more thing to take care of don't I?" Fate nodded silently with a smile. Like a simple decoration he violently pushed the portal to the opposite side of the room. He looked towards Nexhawk. Nak'Sora doesn't take kindly to unexpected guess. Nexhawk caught his glance and maintained eye contact. As long as he was drawn to him only, they had the strategic advantage of a surprise attack. Thanatos had deduced his intentions and began to dart around the corner and scale the wall. Waiting for the PERFECT moment. Void screamed, "I said no guests!" He raised his hand and a large portion of the upper wall before him had ripped away an been sucked into him, fully revealing Nexhawk atop his phoenix. "I see, a pyromancer?" He laughed and took an aggressive stance. " Finally an opponent to truly test my power. He reached behind and a large orb of energy formed in his hand, he launched it in Nexhawk's direction.
Hm hm hm. Well, suppose this would be as good a time as ever to bring this up.
Please Try To Constrain Yourselves From Controlling Other Characters
In Text-Based Forum games, this tends to happen quite frequently. Yes, it may seem out of place, and ruin the flow, I understand that, but in these types of games you must not, ever, control another person's character/not allow them to respond.
For example, you pushing me into the portal and explicitly telling me that I could not resist is infringing on my narration of my character, because I may have wanted something different to happen, ect.
I'm not picking on you signally, Thanatos. I hope you do not take it that way. It is just that this is a perfect example, and this does need to be brought up, in any Forum game, really.
Generally I/the person would ask you to edit your post, but in this case, I actually like what you did. More potions are open to me and my writing. But in the future, and I speak for everyone, including myself, take heed to not accidentally control another person's character. |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
30
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Posted - 2013.07.08 22:53:00 -
[1263] - Quote
Yeah I see. I have mentioned this before. I always make sure not to control others' characters, but in this case I was trying to push everything forward quickly as this thread has been running very slowly recently. I tried to make it as minor as possible, as not to make decisions for you.
But seriously everyone: THIS ^^^^^^^ |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
44
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Posted - 2013.07.09 16:27:00 -
[1264] - Quote
(Ooc) It has been pretty slow lately. I vote that Alixenus starts sending over troops to the giants lands. Not necessarily him self but the two generals he created. Also Brutus is still with the snake of illusion getting ready to start a revolution, so when you get time Thanatos would you kindly jump to that? (Ooc) |
Alixenus
ISF Marines
98
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Posted - 2013.07.09 23:42:00 -
[1265] - Quote
OOC: Brutus, that's a grand idea, I'd been toying with it myself for a while, but held off because I wanted Brutus to be on the first ship to make landfall. I'm sentimental like that. Well that and we have no clue where the Giant lands are. *Lightbulb* Sandromin, retcon a section into the book where Brutus explains to Ravena and Lomabardi where the Giant lands are. Yes, I know its been months irl since that conversation, but you'll find a way, flashback or something. In the meantime I shall begin formulating a post about the expedition setting sail. By the Gods we'll strike every last one of those ferals from Dustia! Also, why do I almost feel like the loss of Dravek's little sis is my fault? It's not like my docs could've done anything. Hell, my guys'll likely fall prey to this illness too.
Also, shoutout to player, ahem, 'Pregnancy-leave rituals' for liking an obscene number of posts in this thread for no discernable reason. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
99
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Posted - 2013.07.10 13:06:00 -
[1266] - Quote
(Ooc) ditto to pregnancy-leaves rituals. Your post liking made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Also Alixenus maybe somehow you could help with the revolution? If you can find a way to get to where Franklin and Brutus are at. (Ooc) |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
300
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Posted - 2013.07.13 08:46:00 -
[1267] - Quote
And thus, Sandromin was back on his homeland. Despite the ill omens he had received at Diyad, he urged that the pilot make haste, as he had preparations to make at Arteum. After all, Sandromin knew he had the permission of Thanatos, so he simply boarded a private craft to make his way home. He had faith in Thanatos and Alixenus. Whatever was bothering him, Sandromin knew they could deal with it.
As he arrived at the Guild of Thought, he was astounded at the changes that had taken place in his absence. It was as if his nation had leapt forward centuries of development. Because of this, he shed a tear of joy; even if it was Doric-inspired, the scene was just breathtakingly beautiful. Sandromin entered the grand hall and began the process of getting the expedition prepared for. He told the Guild head to retrieve the sandback oxen and carts in order to transport the supplies to and fro.
A whole new feeling of life entered the hall as dozens went in and out, rushing with weapons or heaving crates of food. Sandromin oversaw it all and decided that he needed to do no more. It was then that he saw Alihes, standing in a doorway as an onlooker of this busyness. Sandromin walked over with wonderment; what was a kid [in sandmen terms, triple life span due to slow metabolism for desert life] doing in the hall of the nation's, and possibly the world's, greatest sophists.
"What puzzles you?" Alihes started, realizing the look of confusion on Sandromin's face.
"I'm just wondering why you, someone young enough to be my grandchild, is in the hall of philosophers and great thinkers," replied Sandromin with a teasing tone.
"Well, I'm here to talk with the leader of these lands, Sandromin the great," spoke Alihes in a mildly defiant tone.
"I am he," calmly explained Sandromin.
Immediately, Alihes' tone changed and he bowed in reverence.
"There is no need for that, as we are equals in this hall; now tell me, what is so important that you must speak with me directly? Surely, you are not wanting to join this expedition?"
"It is as you say, as I have several tasks I wish to accomplish."
"Well, speak freely lad. As I said, we're all equals here."
Alihes spoke his tale, and Sandromin quietly listened with fascination. As he finished, Sandromin began:
"Logipriests, you say?"
"Aye."
"And you're proficient with the sword and the revolver?"
"Correct."
"Well, I see why not. You shall join us as a special guest. If it is truly as important as you said, then I wholeheartedly believe you. Well, I have important affairs to oversee, so I suggest you pick up another skill while you're here."
At the sound of this news, Alihes was elated. He began off by speaking to his trinket and telling its inhabitants the good news. However, he remembered the words of Sandromin and set off to practice a new skill. Perhaps he could pick up the ancient skill of lockpicking? Perhaps sneaking? Maybe even the study of ancient lore. He was giddy with excitement at the possibilities. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
300
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Posted - 2013.07.13 22:43:00 -
[1268] - Quote
OOC: Good news everyone! I have created a device that forces you to read this in my voice! Also, we are officially the most popular forum thread made by a non-dev out there! |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
100
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Posted - 2013.07.14 16:30:00 -
[1269] - Quote
Sandromin Hes wrote:OOC: Good news everyone! I have created a device that forces you to read this in my voice! Also, we are officially the most popular forum thread made by a non-dev out there!
(Ooc) history has repeated itself! (Ooc) |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
312
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Posted - 2013.07.14 17:15:00 -
[1270] - Quote
Brutus Pyrus wrote:Sandromin Hes wrote:OOC: Good news everyone! I have created a device that forces you to read this in my voice! Also, we are officially the most popular forum thread made by a non-dev out there! (Ooc) history has repeated itself! (Ooc)
Also, a shoutout to Adult Horny Aeroplane for liking another insane amount of our posts! |
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
100
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Posted - 2013.07.14 22:07:00 -
[1271] - Quote
OOC: He did the same for me Sandromin, anywho I believe I have a land of giants to invade, sorry, liberate.
"Any sign that its heading our way?"
"No, the wind is blowing South"
"That's fortunate, but you're sure we don't have to go south?"
"Hmm, not completely Lombardi, the Giant wasn't exactly clear"
Ravena lowered his teloscope, wiped some soot off the objective lense and peered at the massive storm covering the Horizon toward Diyad. True, Brutus did his best to articuate where his homeland was, but getting there was going to as much guesswork as good seamanship.
"Well either way Lomabardi, we have our orders. Alixenus and Brutus will just have to catch up with us by some other means"
"Does order tweleve apply to the Supreme commander?"
Ravena smirked at the suggestion.
"If you want to try the flog Alixenus for being late for embarkation, be my guest. But he's younger, more experienced and, ummm, less round than you"
"Good point. Let the war begin. Sergeant of the pipes!"
A bearded, greying soldier in a simple tunic jogged up beside Lombardi and snapped to attention, looking straight ahead to the horizon. His armour and equipment were already strapped firmly to his back. Without turning to look at him, Lombardi gave the order.
"Signal to begin loading the army onto the ships."
The Sergeant departed, as did the various servants who had been standing silently behind the two officers.
Soon after the signal, in the form of a deep booming horn, was given, Venezzia was filled with music.
In the North, the Shrines and temples hummed with the sound of chants and dirges, blessing the warriors, invoking the Gods to protect them and the city and to damn the enemy's souls to wander the ocean floor.
In the West, Soldiers sang and trumpets blasted as walked up gangplanks into ships of very shape and size. Sailors chanted as they hauled the last of the supplies and equipment aboard. Elsewhere, officers toasted each other a happy war as bards plucked away on lutes.
Then in the south, the taverns were filled with raucous revelry, though for entirely different reasons. For some it was to wish their fighting men fairwell, while for others it was to drink away the worry that they may not see Brothers, Husbands, Fathers or even Wives and Daughters again.
Lombardi and Ravena oversaw the final boarding operations from the quarterdeck of the Charybdis. Within a few short hours, they had embarked an entire army and all its required personnel and paraphernalia on to the correct ships and all exactly on schedule. Tumultous crowds waved and cheered from the shore as the ships unmoored, unfurled their sails and hooked oars into place as they cast off, each one gliding into the distance to the sound of either a full military band or the beat of the Bo'suns' drum.
As Venezzia disappeared from view, the bands fell silent and went below deck. Lombardi followed suit to find some port and escape the weather. The skies were grey and their progress was hampered by contrary winds blowing from Diyad. Occaisional light showers fell briefly upon the fleet. Ravena regarded the Horizon for a while, noting that, for now, the fleet was maintaining its formation, with galleys and Triremes on the wings to screen the heavier vessels while the non combat ships taking shelter in the shadow of the Charybdis. Ravena took a few steps to the left to address the captain, who was currently at the 'wheel'. This wasn't the true wheel of the ship, that was below deck being manned by half a dozen of the burliest men aboard, the wheel on deck just told them which way to turn.
"Lord Captain Menaleia, I accorded you the honour of being the commanding officer of this ship as we left port, but now it is time for me to assume command of the fleet. Consider yourself relieved and now second in command"
"Aye aye My lord, but what of my second? Is he not third now?"
"Stoccesco? No, there's no point nudging everyone down, especially as I'm happy with the current Bo'sun. He can be sergeant of the Hydro-Bombard"
"As you wish, I'll inform him at dinner tonight. For your reference, My lord, the men have taken to calling the bombard 'Charybdis' roar' "
Ravena nodded and returned his gaze to the horizon
"What is for dinner Captain?"
"Pheasant My lord"
"Good, I'll wager we won't be having much of that once the campaing begins, best to savour it while we can." |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.14 23:19:00 -
[1272] - Quote
The trek the city of tents was having was...boring. Nothing happened. For nearly three days the city had traveled south to the coast and not a single incident has arisen. No crime had been committed no ferals spotted. Nothing. And the nothing that happend is what put Fentix on edge. The storm man waited for something, anything to happen at any moment. A feral would suddenly burst from the ground, or maybe they would find out how to activate the ancient airships of the great empire? Or maybe they had cannons? Nope. Nothing happened aside from the down pour that had followed the city for days.
"Hey stormman!" One of the young rangers who was accompanying the rear guard shouted. Dravek was his name.
"What now?" The storm man asked again, still annoyed from the last bout of questions.
"You know when this rain will-"
"No."
"But your a storm man. Shouldn't you know when a storm will end?"
"Shouldn't you keep walking?" Retored the storm man. For two days the ranger and his allies asked him the same questions, will it stop raining? Are you truly magic? Why does electricity have a smell to its. Fentix was damn near ready to blow up a lone tree with a bolt of lighting. But decided against it.
"Storm man?" The leader of the young rangers, cairn asked.
"What?" Asked Fentix tiredly.
"You knew Adryan didn't you?"
"Who?" The name sounded familiar, but, odd.
"Sorry, most people called him frost." The storm man turned for a moment.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, have you seen him lately?"
The storm man looked confused. He hadn't seen the ranger frost since he left a week and a half ago.
"No, haven't seen him lately."
"Oh." Cairn looked down trodden.
"Where is he?"
"Last we checked , in the city." The biggest one spoke up. Grandis?
"The city? Why there?"
"Said he had a vision." The medic said.
Fentix was extremely confused now. Why would he ever go to the city? Even if he did have a vision of some kind.
"He went to find the legends."
"Who?"
"The shade and them."
Fentix snorted, the legends were just that, legends. Stories to be told to children so they wouldn't wander into some den of ferals. Fentix didn't share this opinion.
"When did he say he'd be back?"
"About now..." Fentix shook his head. This wasn't good. Even if the boy did survive he'd still have to find the new location of the city. And that wouldn't be exactly easy. They were nearly to the coast. Maybe two days from reaching it? Maybe less if they didn't stop. And the city was at least four days from here.
"Frost's smart guys." Dravek said. Cutting the silence.
"Plus he's probably the toughest outta all of us, right?" The other rangers stared at their companion.
"He did wake up from death." Grandis said, a hint of hope in his voice.
"I saw the wound, normal men woulda' died." Grim said.
Cairn just nodded.
Fentix was pleasantly surprised at the amount of hope coming from the rangers. Too many people had lost hope in these trying times. Yet here stood some young men, who had seen what horrible shape these lands were in, who had first handedly experienced loss of hope in their own lives... Here they stood discussing the great possibility of their ally and friend surviving against odds no fully grown man should be able to stand.
"I'll send up a bolt of lightning every few hours, so he can know where to go." The rangers stared at the storm man.
"Really? You're do that?" Asked Dravek, almost astonished.
"I've always wanted to meet the shade. " the storm man said, smiling under his mask. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.14 23:53:00 -
[1273] - Quote
Frost was buckling under the steel assault. Each strike was a savage blow. And they grew in frequency every second. He could feel his muscles screaming for a rest and he could hear his blood rushing through his body, like frightened animals from a forest fire.
"DIE YOU INSUFFERABLE WELP!" Another brutal strike sent frost to his knees. He had barely regained his composure when he saw a flash of steel out of the corner of his eye. He rolled to the left and stood up, raising his guard just in time again. Just as he had som many times now. He tried to see how his companions were fairing but before he could look a fist swiping from the left and struck him on the cheek with amazing force. The blow sent frost to the ground this time and knocked his sword from his hand. He tried to push himself up from the ancient stones, but a swift kick to the rib cage made sure he would embrace the cold ground. The pain in his side was nearly unbearable. The kick had broken a rib or two, and breathing became hard. Frost rolled to his back as another sword strike landed inches away from his head. That was a lucky roll. Frost thought.
"WHY WON'T YOU JUST EMBRACE OBLIVION!?" The abomination screamed as it grabbed frost by the collar and lifted him into the air. And for a moment frost saw his friends clearly. They were in similar situations. All just fighting to survive...and they looked like they were starting to lose... Frost was thrown to the ground and another shot of pain surged through his body, he let out a cry of anguish. Frost was begging to wish he'd just be killed so his pain would be over with. But then... A little voice in his head... A familiar one...it was sweet, and made his pain leave for a moment.
"Reta..." He said in a whisper. You can't die Adryan, you just can't. We all need you. Me and cairn and Dravek and all of them.we need you.
"But, I hurt... I can barely move." Still a whisper. The abomination stopped for a moment and lifted frost up again, and for once, didn't shout at him.
"Who are you talking to welp? No one cares!"
Frost couldn't hear it, only Reta.
Please Adryan, come back to us...back to me...
And in that moment, frost felt a surge of strength and adrenaline. He quickly head butted the abomination,how dropped frost. It began shouting explicitly about frost as it held a piece of broken bone in its hands. A quick survey showed where his sword had landed, a storm drain ten yards away. Frost sprinted to his blade, and nearly had it, but he was tossed to the side as his attacker caught back up with him, still screaming about frost. He wasn't going to die here like this. He jinked around the attacker and became reunited with his oldest companion. The abomination began to slowly walk forward, ranting to frost.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME! YOU'RE NOTHING! A SACK OF MEAT FOR FOOD ! NOT-"
"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!"frost swung his sword at the head of the abomination mid sentence, slicing the beast from cheek to cheek severing the brain from the lower jaw. A spurt of blood shot upward like a crimson geyser, flecked with brown. The body still trying to fight with a last command before being severed, swung its arms around wildly trying to find frost again, but it tripped over his own head and fell in a pool of blood, twitching. The abominations eyes stared at frost still following him.
"Why don't you, embrace oblivion." Frost said, as he brought his foot down like a hammer striking an anvil. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Seraphim Auxiliaries
CRONOS.
435
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Posted - 2013.07.16 03:06:00 -
[1274] - Quote
//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\\ |
Alixenus
ISF Marines
100
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Posted - 2013.07.16 12:37:00 -
[1275] - Quote
OOC: I feel the need to go full-on rolling thunder with the Lore bombs. Any objection to me dropping some more so soon?
The seas remained decidedly choppy all day and into night. Seas were always rough here as it was where the Diyadian strait met the Ocean, but the storm over Karthage made things worse. The younger troops, despite being raised their whole lives with the sea beside them, spent much of the evening with their heads over the side of the ship, or queuing to see the Surgeon for a sickness remedy. That however did not stop the officers enjoying their evening meal at the beginning of first watch. The Dinner served on the Charybdis was somewhat more extravagant than normal given that Ravena and Lombardi were aboard. A full four courses, with the captains quarters specially decorated with drapes and extra artwork. There was even a silk Tablecloth. Lombardi was green around the gills the whole night, but stubbornly refused to see the surgeon, stating that Port fixes everything.
As the assembled officers settled into light conversation following the intercourse Sorbet, Ravena shot a look at Menaleia, indicating that now was the time to address the Knight commander. Menaleia cleared his throat and turned to Stoccesco.
"Stoccesco, I trust that you understand that for the duration of the campaign the Baron Admiral is in overall command of both the ship and fleet?"
"Of course sir, did you think that I would defy him in favour of you?"
"That is pleasing to hear, and I certainly did not expect that, but, the Baron Admiral has had you reassigned to be sergeant of the Hydro-Bombard"
Stoccesco shot from his seat, a red tinge to his face, fists balled, but his voice remained level and calm; he wasn't about to yell at his superiors.
"My Lords please, I emplore you change this decision, I am Knight commander, not some low born Bilge rat or some invalided man at arms. I would be of much more use in a real command position."
Ravena wiped his mouth with a Handkerchief and rose to his feet.
"You make too much of yourself Stocessco. You were born a Knight and if you don't hold your tongue you will die a Knight. And if my memory serves me correctly, you only hold that title because of the martial merits of your father. Your blood is as low born as any servant in here. But because of your father you have not had to endure neither hardship, nor hardwork apparently. This is your chance to prove that you can handle them, and settle your temperment aswell. Now, you can either sit down and wait for the pheasant, or you can leave like a child, suffering some imagined insult to your honour."
The room was silent save for the creaking and rolling of the ship. Even Lombardi had made the effort to sit up straight and stop drinking. After a moment of contemplation, Stocessco thanked the Captain and Admiral for their hospitality before leaving the Cabin.
"Where are you going Boy?" Inquired Lombardi.
"To the lower decks. I hear the Lucian Mercenaries aboard are staging a pit fight beneath the Magazine."
"Bring me back some Mead if you can" Lombardi said with a Smirk as the door to the Cabin was slammed shut.
OOC: I think this provides a stark and interesting contrast between my people and the conditions Brutus' people are in. Even on the march they still live in Luxury. Also, Lombardi seems to be morphing into a Robart Baratheon type character, that wasn't intentional, but I like it. One more thing, has anyone considered posting this on fanfiction.net ? |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.16 17:18:00 -
[1276] - Quote
The city had stopped its trek, finally ending at rocky beaches that were the south. And in a stroke of luck, not a single feral had been spotted for the entirety of the march. This feral free trip plus the small amount of casualties from the already dying made this the best migration so far. And when the city of tents finally settled they realized how fortunate they were, not only had few people died, but two enormous rocky cliffs that created a very large canyon were settled on either side of the city, creating a funnel of sorts to the north and an ocean to the south. For once in a long, long time a celebration was had, it wasn't very often that ferals weren't spotted, almost very day at least one would be seen by someone. Nearly every man woman and child was in the make shift streets, singing and dancing and being merry in general. The few who weren't losing brain cells from drinking were creating a barricade a few miles north in the entrance of the canyon. A simple barricade of sturdy built wooden walls, barbed wire fences and other such things of a fortified nature set up in rows. A defense that had always proved rather effective in similar situations.... The giants also helped create a sense of security especially considering that many of the smaller ones had large shields and spears, or some kind of other device while the larger ones, generally preferred their fist. All in all a good defense. But on one was really sure they even needed it, or at least not now anyways...
Cairn was sitting in a sentry tower on the western side of the third barricade. He could hear the celebrations behind him. For the first time in a long time these people could be happy. The only problem was that next to no one was guarding the entrance. If at most a full battalion or rangers, vanguard and hunters collectively. Most of the giants however patrolled the barricade, even though they were the farthest back defenses. Cairn sighed and reclined back. To say the least he was bored.watching torches flicker in the night ahead of him and hearing the city behind him. For once in his life he wished he was actually out there, doing what rangers did best, scouting and fighting. But instead he was sitting a a twenty foot tall tower, staring at nothing... He wondered why the others were doing, Dravek was probably home, he had lost any will to drink after Emna. He still acted like an idiot though, running his mouth. But cairn knew he wasn't the same. He could see it in his eyes. Grim was probably off, beating some people in tavern games and probably with his fists. Grandis was actually stationed on the barricade behind him. And Fentix the storm man was on the first barricade. Every so often he would send a bolt of lighting into the air. Signaling for frost. But still the shout of 'ranger at the gate!'
"Hey cairn!" A soft, friendly voice called. Cairn looked over the railing of his tower and saw the slim figure of Reta holding a basket of some kind.
"What is it Reta? Wait...how'd you get here?" Cairn realized just how far the barricade was from the city, about six miles.
"A carriage driver was dropping off some soldiers for their shift, I hitched a ride."
"Why?"
"I thought you were hungry, and that...Adryan, might be back?" She asked hopefully, out of all the people frost had know, Reta was taking his absence the worst, even worse than cairn.
"No not yet. He's still off making an army." This was what cairn had gotten used to saying. 'Where's frost?' ''Making an army.'
"Oh, well. I'll drop the food off at the bottom of the ladder. And Grandis says that he and a few other rangers are goi to play some hands of tonk." Reta dropped off the basket and began to walk away.
"Reta." The young woman looked up to cairn.
"He's a tough one. He'll be here before we know it."
"Are you just saying that because you don't know what to say? Or because you really think that?"
"A little of both. I've know him longer than anyone else, and by far, he's the toughest person I've met. He got hit with an arrow, and first thing he did after waking up was going straight to the city. There's no way he's not going to see you again." Reta smiled and satisfied with his answer began her way back to the carriage. Cairn sighed again. He figured it was dinner time. Plus he wanted to settle a debt with Grandis and a few others he knew would probably be there. Carin slid down the ladder grabbed the food and began his own trek. |
Alixenus
ISF Marines
100
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Posted - 2013.07.17 20:40:00 -
[1277] - Quote
OOC: Hey Brutus, does the tent city back onto a beach or a cliff on the Ocean side? Also, are we going to have a language barrier or just stick to all races having a universal language? |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
312
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Posted - 2013.07.17 20:53:00 -
[1278] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:OOC: Hey Brutus, does the tent city back onto a beach or a cliff on the Ocean side? Also, are we going to have a language barrier or just stick to all races having a universal language?
We all share a language except goblins and orcs. This is simply due to our ancestors; their auras were "speaking" to each other and eventually a common language was developed, mind you there are many dialects, like southern mermen speak and highland raider slang, as well as the occasional valley dwarf gibberish. It seems it all happened for a reason, eh? |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.18 16:24:00 -
[1279] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:OOC: Hey Brutus, does the tent city back onto a beach or a cliff on the Ocean side? Also, are we going to have a language barrier or just stick to all races having a universal language? (ooc) it's about 50 yards away from a rocky beach. It's surrounded by cliffs though. But there isn't a cliff to the tent city.(Ooc) |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
306
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Posted - 2013.07.18 20:54:00 -
[1280] - Quote
Sandromin Hes wrote:Alixenus wrote:OOC: Hey Brutus, does the tent city back onto a beach or a cliff on the Ocean side? Also, are we going to have a language barrier or just stick to all races having a universal language? We all share a language except goblins and orcs. This is simply due to our ancestors; their auras were "speaking" to each other and eventually a common language was developed, mind you there are many dialects, like southern mermen speak and highland raider slang, as well as the occasional valley dwarf gibberish. It seems it all happened for a reason, eh?
[OOC]There is one universal language that we all speak. Why? Because I don't believe Google Translate would work real well if we didn't...
Alixenus going insane wrote:has anyone considered posting this on fanfiction.net ?
Fa-fa-fa-fff-fanfiction? Fanfiction. Oh, no, not the memories!
*curls up in the corner*
Please... no... fanfiction....
[/OOC]
Hello, warrior.
Xavier opened his weary eyes. White. The color white was all he saw. All around him. Above. Below. Left. Right. Just white. There was no floor, either. It seemed as if he should fall through the very place he was standing.
It all happened in a blink of an eye, some would say. A flash, others would. Xavier remembered it vividly. Nexhawk was before them, fire in his hands, ready to burn the evil their souls. Xavier stressed, quite frequently, that it is time to leave the area and to avoid a battle, for reasons unknown. Void agreed, and in an act of, some would say, valor, he pushed him into a vortex which teleported him the location as which he stands right now.
Fate stood before the anguished man. He who has seen things man was never meant to see, and survived. Or did he? For all Xavier knew, he could be in some afterlife, lifted away from the wretched world to a place worse than Hell for the deeds he committed. What deeds, you ask? What Xavier did to the boy, no question, was sinful in the eyes of the Gods. To alter a mans very reality; to turn him to something that he was not; to cut through the steep corners of life; yes, that was sinful. No question about it.
Do not worry about the boy. I have plans for him. And you, too.
Xavier felt an undying loyalty to his mistress. Without her, the world would simply cease to exist.
"I am honored, but-"
This place? An extra-dimensional plane of existence, warrior. The Void. A place of nothingness, a place of everything. You will understand in time. Humanity has yet to discover such things.
"What about the man who was with me? He called himself Void as well. A personification, perhaps?"
You could say that. A... servant of mine. Rebellious at times, but, loyal, nonetheless. You are not fond of him, are you?
"No, my Mistress, I am not. But if you continue to employ his services, who am I to argue?"
Do not think like that, Warrior. You have served me faithfully, even after I was forced to let you fall. You have earned your right to speak.
"Thank you. Now, the task?"
Indeed. Have you heard of the Giant's Lands?
"No."
I see. Do you remember Brutus, Xavier?
Ah, Brutus. I remember quite well. Hmph! The folly in that beast astounds me. Threaten the King of the Dwarves! Ha! I honestly do not understand how Alixenus was so found of that thing...
Sadness washed over Xavier. Xavier considered Alixenus a social equal, and to some extent, a friend.
"Yes, Mistress."
His lands are the ones I refer to.
"I am not fond of this giant. What are his lands to me?"
His lands are not, how you say, pleasant. Most of the living has been purged from the land, via the beings called ferals. They are humanoid in appearance. Whether they were aptly so, or animals imbued with dark magics, I do not know.
"But you are Fate. You know all!"
That is not actually so. I set a path, warrior. Some are able to scurry from he path, intentionally or unintentionally. This sets the world into unbalance, for those who realize they are 'free' with try to help others become so as well. I cannot let that happen. The man behind this all escaped his reins. Put him down, warrior.
"Who is the man, Fate? I need a name."
You hasd his book.
The book. My Book.
Rage enveloped Xavier. Suddenly he could hear voices in his ears, calling to him, saying 'Find me, help me.' And others, saying 'Run. A trap. Fall not into her hands!' They beckoned to his very soul, causing it writhe in misery as they grasped at it. The voices grew louder and louder. Xavier banged his head with fists. Crimson-Red blood began to drip from his nose. He looked up, and saw shadowy figures surrounding him, circling him. Whispering those dreaded thoughts.
Listen to me, Xavier. Find the book, and you be at peace for a little while longer. There is a city by the coast, one of the last known safe havens. Go there, and the book will come to you. Sorry I cannot assist you any more, Hero.
The demons swirled Xavier. A blinding white light came from below. Xavier let out a shrilling scream.
He was gone. |
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
86
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Posted - 2013.07.18 23:29:00 -
[1281] - Quote
OOC: I'm back! I'd like to apologize for my extended absence.
Void smirked and let the blazing cloud engulf him. However this did no kill him. Once more he would engulf everything around him.
"This should be enough hehe..."
Like a zombie he slumped himself up and gazed at Nexhawk.
"Now my true task begins."
The obsidian sword absorbed back within his body and was replaced by another blade. This one was black, almost like the vast heavens at night, filled only with the light of stars. This blade gave off an aura, one that seemed immensely powerful.. yet empty like a vacuum. He quickly dashed and Nexhawk's direction, launching a flurry of wide attacks. Nexhawk barely dodged them,he could feel the power with every swing. It seemed like ages until Void jumped back. (OOC: Hope you don't mind this, if you want I'll edit it.)
"Now for the real show. You see the Void is emptiness, desolation. Too much of something or nothing damages the balance of all that surrounds us. Which is why we are given a choice. A perfect balance of the two, or just ONE. Even life works this way, so where there is nothing, I will make something. For what I consume, I will give back."
He arches backwards and extends his arms outward. On the surface the very ground begins to shake. Alixenus could see the waves moving erratically off in the distance. Most of it was shrouded by a thick fog. Something seemed to rise from the ocean. He couldn't tell what it was until he heard a sound akin to thunder. Something red was firing from the sky. What was it? As it drew closer he recognized that shape. A large ball. Someone had fired a cannon. It was heading straight for the ship. Meanwhile from the fog emerged several large vessels that seemed to be severely damaged, yet they were still able to floating. Then the worst happened. A barrage of cannons from each ship fired, heading straight for the city of Karthage. On the base Void laughed maniacally as from the ground several humanoid figures emerged from the metal, there were about a hundred surrounding the two. Yet they didn't move. Void didn't seem to notice Nexhawk's reaction as he was busy cackling to the sky... |
Alixenus
ISF Marines
100
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Posted - 2013.07.18 23:48:00 -
[1282] - Quote
"I think its safe to say thats our cue. Soldiers of the Republic! Of the King Thanatos! At arms!" While others had scurried for cover, Alixenus had observed with a grimace as the cannonball flew from the sky and the phantom fleet emerged from the fog.
"You there, Diyadian, sound whatever passes for an alarm around here. Karthage is about to be raided. Marines! Man those Ballistas! Make ready!" Obediently, the men set to their appointed tasks. Two men on each Ballista, or one on the Scorpios, Cranked the sinews within the machines, bending the arms back until they locked in place. Another then placed a grapnel bolt into the machine.
"Take aim!" The pegs holding the weapons level was removed and they swung upwards. Then it was slotted back into a different notch and the weapon teams declared themselves ready.
"FIRE!" At once a dozen bolts flew towards the heavens like Javelins thrown by Titans. The Scorpios contributions fell short and plummeted into the city below. But the Ballista bolts found their mark and purchase too. Some buried themselves into the foundations while others hooked onto the walls and ceilings of the facility.
"All hands, man the ropes!" As commanded, everyman grasped the long, salt-laden ropes trailing toward the facility. Alixenus grasped the one nearest to and braced himself.
"HEAVE!"
OOC: Now I need to roll a D6 to determine whether or not my manpower is enough to even move the facility, let alone drag it down. That's right I'm bringing the RPG back to this ;p.
PS. Not sure if I was even joking. I will investigate. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.19 03:09:00 -
[1283] - Quote
The shade blocked another blow from one of his attackers. They did not tire, but then again...neither did he. Each blow was met with a block and each block was met with another blow. The shade could not be sure how long he had been at this.time was lost to him, like so many other things...
"Fall first born!" The attacker to his right said for the up tenth time. And for the up tenth time he struck at the shade again with the war hatchet. And again the shade blocked the strike. The shade was for lack of a better word fed up.
"...will...you...shut...up...?"the shade whispered as he grabbed the abominations wind pipe and tore it out in a single fluid motion. Of course it didn't kill him, again, it just made the sounds that emitted from him more annoying. A wheeze that was followed by blood and mucus was the new annoyance that plagued the shade.
"...you...got ...worse..." The shade then grabbed the weapon arm of his enemy and promptly ripped it away from its home. A wheeze of dismay sounded from the abomination. So, they still have brains after all. The abomination clutched at its arm socket and fell to his knees.
"... Fall..." The shade gave a devastating kick to his enemies head. Crushing bones and blood vessels and destroying the brain.
At least you can embrace peace. Congratulations.
"Oh how far you a have fallen, first born." The shade almost forgot a second was attacking him.
"...you...let...him...die...why?"
"To test your ability, first born."
"...stop...calling...me ...that...!" The shade made a bull rush at the other abomination . This time the shade would attack. And this time he would be blocked. For several minutes. The cycle reversed. A swing from a armored claw and a block from a sword. It was a vicious circle. So the shade tried to make a grab at his opponent, and was met with an elbow to his face. He could feel his nose break, along with the vessels inside it. The shade reeled back, not from pain, but from the nerves that were just hit. His opponent sweeper the shades legs out from under him. And with a thud the shade was dropped to the cold ground.
"You could have been so much mo-AGGGGH!" The shade thought is was going to finally be his end, the abomination had readied for the final blow, but a streak of silver flew past his vision along with most of his opponents hand.
"Shade get up!" The shade heard the young ranger. He sounded in pain. The shade got op quickly while the abomination clutched at his handless arm. He took now time on tearing the head off of this one. And to make double sure he crushed it under his boot. He could see the ranger out of the corner of his eye wielding the breaker with a freshly loaded spear tip.
"You alright?"
"...yes...how...are...the...others...?"
"They've all won. I checked."
"...you...sound...in...pain..."
" I broke a few ribs. I'll be fine once we reach the tent city." The shade just nodded. The others soon joined. Each one looking battered and bruised. Only Garth and Pyg had come away from the scuffle. Each with a trophy. Garth apparently had fought a once vanguard because he now held a tower shield. And Pyg... Had a head hanging from his belt...
"How close are we to getting out of here?" Mumbled Garth tiredly.
"...hour..." Everyone seemed to perk up.
"Really?" Jarrick asked.
"...yep..." And with that the shade turned and began to walk. And for once no one grumbled, or whined or even spoke. It was completely silent, not even the ferals in the city cried out in waking misery and pain. The entire city was silent...sleeping...or maybe the city had finally given up and truly died. Frost felt saddened by that thought.
We'll retake this place one day. frost thought. He didn't know if he'd see that day. But he knew that he'd do his damnedest to at least try. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Seraphim Auxiliaries
CRONOS.
435
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Posted - 2013.07.19 11:51:00 -
[1284] - Quote
//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\\ |
Alixenus
ISF Marines
100
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Posted - 2013.07.19 13:19:00 -
[1285] - Quote
OOC: Cool, no problem Thanatos :)
At first, the facility only drifted closer to the Venezzians, but then the ropes went taught and the base began to list towards them, it was a small movement, but significant enough that everything that wasn't nailed down fell towards that side, some pieces of furniture tumbling from doors and windows. The opposite side began to rise as it was lightened, but inbuilt safeties, both mechanical and Alkhemical, prevented the whole thing flipping onto its side as it descended. Each pull brought their target closer and closer. The sailors began to pull with less effort, fearing that they would bring the base down on their heads. Then, when the facility was but a stone's throw away, the Diyadians pooled their Alkhemistry together to seize the facility and bring it down level with their position. It still collided with the earth with some force, but at least it wasn't at full speed and at such an angle that it annihilated the street that Alixenus and his company were standing on.
"Scorpios! Load standard bolts! Marines! Knights! Charge!" With that he drew his sword and was the first to vault the wall into the facility, searching either for his allies or their foes. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Seraphim Auxiliaries
CRONOS.
435
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Posted - 2013.07.19 14:34:00 -
[1286] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:OOC: Cool, no problem Thanatos :)
//OOC: Not sure if this was pointed at one of Thanatos' posts or not...  //End of OOC\\ |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
306
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Posted - 2013.07.19 17:38:00 -
[1287] - Quote
Brutus, what exactly do ferals look like? Xavier is going to be dropped in the Middle of your land (name?), so he is going to have fun with ferals.
Also, please give a description of that coastal town everyone has been talking about. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.19 18:50:00 -
[1288] - Quote
(Ooc) ferals are like zombies on steroids and speed and LSD. So just like zombies, but, worse. And the city of tents is just that, a very large nomadic settlement that moves around every couple of months. Currently the city just settled in a large canyon that empties to the ocean. There are no districts people just kinda drop their families tent, which are actually quite large and set up any belongings they have. Such as dressers or chests or such. Some even have make shift floors. Along with regular civilian tents there are the tents that belong to the different branches of the army. Made from stronger material than the average tent. And the army is brown up into three divisions. Vanguard which are most like a town guard that wear heavy armor and carry the breaker spears and tower shields. The hunters which are a strike force that are well established in traps and stealth and e rangers like frost that are the scouts and skirmishes. There's also a monetary system that was left over from the last empire. Other than all that there's not really much else. Aside from maybe storm men. (Ooc)
Ps. Thanatos I know I've asked before. But when will the liberation of the slums happen. I miss writing for Brutus and at the moment I can't do much with him. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Seraphim Auxiliaries
CRONOS.
435
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Posted - 2013.07.20 00:01:00 -
[1289] - Quote
//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. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
103
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Posted - 2013.07.20 02:10:00 -
[1290] - Quote
Frost stared out across the great lands to the south as another titanic thunder clap sounded. The entire land was being doused in rain. And thunder boomed over head like a war drum. But frost had seen something, a different kind of lightning bolt far to the south. It flew up towards the sky like an eagle taking flight. Some how he knew that his people were there.
"Frost! What are you doing standing there! You'll be spotted." Garth shouted above the downpour.
"I'll be fine. "
"...he's...right..."
"I'll be fine."
"...just...get...over...here..."
Frost didn't feel like arguing. He was in emense pain and only realized it once the small band had finally gotten out of the city several hours ago.
"We can't stop moving yet. It'll take atleast two days to get to the shore." Frost tried to protest.
"You'll die from exertion before we make it frost." Erika tried to sound diplomatic but it only made frost slightly more annoyed. They had all seen the hordes of ferals marching south. Nothi of that calibre had ever been seen... Except on the day the giants lands fell.
"Why do we call this place the giants lands? We had to have had a true name for it." Frost inquired for the first time in his life.
After a long silence, the rasping voice of the shade broke it.
"...because...we...failed...these...lands..."
"You mean the day the empire fell." The two giants and the shade all nodded solemnly.
"It...was horrible."
"A massacre. Next to no one made it out. I'm not even sure if my brothers live."
The shade was silent. He didn't even move or breath.
"Every one I loved is dead." The shade said in a deep, clear and depressed voice. The lack of pause between words surprised everyone, everyone but frost.
"How old are you?"Garth questioned.
"...old...very...old..."the shade said.
"That doesn't help."
"...over....one hundred..." Everyone stared at the shade.
"But...how?"
"I died once before... I don't ever have to die again." The shade then becam completely silent and motionless, staring at the ground with his hands folded.
"Y-you're one of those!" Jarrick shouted suddenly.
"He's gonna kill us all!" The scavenger started to draw a knife.
"He could have killed us already. But he never did." Frost said, a tinge of pain racking his body as the very breaths he took hurt his ribs.
"What?"
"At any moment in time. He could have killed us. He's proven more of a on ally than you have Jarrick. So do not accuse him of being anything other than your ally." And with that frost decided that talking was to pain and mimicked the shade.
"So...does anybody know any stories?" Garth said trying to lighten the mood.
"I can tell the story of how I tore the -" Pyg began to start but Erika and Garth quickly said a polite 'no' and for the rest of the night it was reality lay silent. Aside from the great drum of thunder that kept on beating. |
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