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Blackness still blackness. Why do we feel like we've been here before. But there was no image to follow. No Alixenus, no Time, no Free, no little girl. The silence was cold and ached our very spine. The blackness, despite it's own bland nature, overwhelmed our senses. Whether or not these sensations were pleasant was a mystery. How could something be inviting yet so uninviting? Perhaps we'd rather have it be uninviting, for we felt an intruder enter our spatial nothingness. Such an unwelcomed guest. This devil disguising herself as a goddess? Taking advantage of our state of weakness. We felt her intentions, and we expected the words that would leave her mouth. This was OUR realm after all, right? She approached with such a victorious smile. Here to taunt us.

"The dead is dying?"

"Silence witch"

"Oh you, poor poor King? I thought you were ready, paving your pawns toward my side of the board. Teaching them the ways to kill us humble gods. Have you failed already? Can you feel it. I play no hand in your actions any longer, you've rejected yourself. Does it sting? Does it hurt your very soul? Do you wish to die, for everyone to die?"

"..."

"It's okay, I know your answer. You failed to save them, as expected. But you have proven to me time and time again that you don't always do as I expect. You know there are alternatives. Alternatives you can't ignore..."

"..."

" You could join me, join me in my Palace in the Stars. Be at my side as MY king, MY lord, My master. Your friends, your world could be saved. WE don't need to kill them. WE have a way to keep the mortals in blissful ignorance. Dustia will forever see peace. That is what you want is it not? All you'd have to do was be mine, and I shall be yours. I... love you."

"...No...no..."

Her face, full of beauty and childlike innocence was now stained red and filled with tears and dark intentions.

"STILL!?! EVEN NOW!?! WHY IS IT THAT YOU CANNOT ACCEPT ME TO THIS DAY? CAN YOU NOT MAKE YOUR MIND, I'M GIVING YOU ANOTHER CHANCE! TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR PEOPLE! DO YOU NOT WANT THAT?

"I do, but not this way"

"I AM A GODDESS, MORTALS AND GODS ALIKE WOULD SELL THEIR EXISTENCE TO HAVE WHY NOT YOU?....... It's still her isn't it? Still her? Still that *****! EVEN IN DEATH SHE STILL BESTS ME. A SIMPLE MORTAL? A SIMPLE MAGE?"

"...Do NOT speak of her that way... I... could never love you the way you wish me to..."

As he finished his sentencem his eyes seemed to lose their color. The rage in her expression was more refined, yet her voice did not grow louder, but it could be heard in the sharpness of her words.

"You... I thought I'd never hear those words again... Mr. Reaper... Even now you still haunt me. Surfacing from that disgusting pit of a mortal. Teehee. How does this sound Mr. Reaper. We are creating New Gods, born artificially by OUR design. I wasn't lying before? The world will not have to be wiped out again after this final purge. With the New Gods in place and Freedom gone, mortals will never advance far enough to discover their true potential. For the rest of their days they will worship in fear of All Gods. The Sea of Souls shall provide limitless resources for this goal"

Our colorless eyes lit aflame brighter than the had ever. But which one of us spoke, was it him or me? Must have been him, right?

" You dare! You DARE! Upset the balance of the Heavens, deface the name of the Spire further? Damn these souls to a destination worse than The Oblivion!?!

"I knew it, I knew. You've always cared about THE SOULS, THE BALANCE, THE DUST more than your friends. More than Time, or Freedom, or even me? Were truly not important to you? Are you really just One's lapdog?"

"Enough of this Fate, end this now. Your time was long ago. Accept your incoming end."

"I do NOT want to die..." She muttered.

Our eyes began to cool down to their normal hue, I suppose it is my time to speak.

"... What was that. Fate answer me! What was that!"

Realizing she had the upper hand her expression changed to something a child would make, one feigning innocence, and ignorance. She was being coy, speak in a coy and interrogative tone.

"You call yourself Death personified. Yet you know not what that means to you? Do you not remember it's definition? Poor king. My lovely precious darling. You have so much pain, so much regret, so much lost. I so wish I could embrace you, tell you everything would be okay."

She begins to fade away from his mind, fixed expression staring straight into his pink irises.

"Until we meet again, Lionus.... Noxas III..."

"...Begone..."

But it was too late, she had left us...

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Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 437	Posted - 2013.09.05 14:35:00 - [1441] - Quote 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\\
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 101	Posted - 2013.09.05 20:16:00 - [1442] - Quote OOC: Lol yeah let me clarify. Thanatos would assume it's Fate. As far as he knows, no one else(besides maybe the giants) should know Alkhemy. That's the only reason he didn't say anything. Plus it seemed like no one else was here besides us so I was just waiting for Alixenus' response before having Thanatos do anything else. Also I'm a little lazy.
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 101	Posted - 2013.09.05 20:27:00 - [1443] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: Blackness still blackness. Why do we feel like we've been here before. But there was no image to follow. No Alixenus, no Time, no Free, no little girl. The silence was cold and ached our very spine. The blackness, despite it's own bland nature, overwhelmed our senses. Whether or not these sensations were pleasant was a mystery. How could something be inviting yet so uninviting? Perhaps we'd rather have it be uninviting, for we felt an intruder enter our spatial nothingness. Such an unwelcomed guest. This devil disguising herself as a goddess? Taking advantage of our state of weakness. We felt her intentions, and we expected the words that would leave her mouth. This was OUR realm after all, right? She approached with such a victorious smile. Here to taunt us. "The dead is dying?" "Silence witch" "Oh you, poor poor King? I thought you were ready, paving your pawns toward my side of the board. Teaching them the ways to kill us humble gods. Have you failed already? Can you feel it. I play no hand in your actions any longer, you've rejected yourself. Does it sting? Does it hurt your very soul? Do you wish to die, for everyone to die?" "..." "It's okay, I know your answer. You failed to save them, as expected. But you have proven to me time and time again that you don't always do as I expect. You know there are alternatives. Alternatives you can't ignore..." "..." " You could join me, join me in my Palace in the Stars. Be at my side as MY king, MY lord, My master. Your friends, your world could be saved. WE don't need to kill them. WE have a way to keep the mortals in blissful ignorance. Dustia will forever see peace. That is what you want is it not? All you'd have to do was be mine, and I shall be yours. I... love you." "...No...no..." Her face, full of beauty and childlike innocence was now stained red and filled with tears and dark intentions. "STILL!?! EVEN NOW!?! WHY IS IT THAT YOU CANNOT ACCEPT ME TO THIS DAY? CAN YOU NOT MAKE YOUR MIND, I'M GIVING YOU ANOTHER CHANCE! TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR PEOPLE! DO YOU NOT WANT THAT? "I do, but not this way" "I AM A GODDESS, MORTALS AND GODS ALIKE WOULD SELL THEIR EXISTENCE TO HAVE WHY NOT YOU?....... It's still her isn't it? Still her? Still that *****! EVEN IN DEATH SHE STILL BESTS ME. A SIMPLE MORTAL? A SIMPLE MAGE?" "...Do NOT speak of her that way... I... could never love you the way you wish me to..." As he finished his sentencem his eyes seemed to lose their color. The rage in her expression was more refined, yet her voice did not grow louder, but it could be heard in the sharpness of her words. "You... I thought I'd never hear those words again... Mr. Reaper... Even now you still haunt me. Surfacing from that disgusting pit of a mortal. Teehee. How does this sound Mr. Reaper. We are creating New Gods, born artificially by OUR design. I wasn't lying before? The world will not have to be wiped out again after this final purge. With the New Gods in place and Freedom gone, mortals will never advance far enough to discover their true potential. For the rest of their days they will worship in fear of All Gods. The Sea of Souls shall provide limitless resources for this goal" Our colorless eyes lit aflame brighter than the had ever. But which one of us spoke, was it him or me? Must have been him, right? " You dare! You DARE! Upset the balance of the Heavens, deface the name of the Spire further? Damn these souls to a destination worse than The Oblivion!?! "I knew it, I knew. You've always cared about THE SOULS, THE BALANCE, THE DUST more than your friends. More than Time, or Freedom, or even me? Were truly not important to you? Are you really just One's lapdog?" "Enough of this Fate, end this now. Your time was long ago. Accept your incoming end." "I do NOT want to die..." She muttered. Our eyes began to cool down to their normal hue, I suppose it is my time to speak. "... What was that. Fate answer me! What was that!" Realizing she had the upper hand her expression changed to something a child would make, one feigning innocence, and ignorance. She was being coy, speak in a coy and interrogative tone. "You call yourself Death personified. Yet you know not what that means to you? Do you not remember it's definition? Poor king. My lovely precious darling. You have so much pain, so much regret, so much lost. I so wish I could embrace you, tell you everything would be okay." She begins to fade away from his mind, fixed expression staring straight into his pink irises. "Until we meet again, Lionus.... Noxas III..." "...Begone..." But it was too late, she had left us... I don't know why, but this is the only thing I've written that I'm actually proud of. It was so uncomfortable writing, but I actually thought it was good.
Alixenus ISF Marines 109	Posted - 2013.09.07 00:38:00 - [1444] - Quote OOC: MOTHER ****** 90 days? Dayummmm I got played! Finally, Alixenus' sleeping form cracked a grin. With his eyes still shut he said, "I think we both know there's no point trying to execute me. Even if you chopped off my head I'm too stubborn to die" He sat up and looked at his comrade. "And what do you mean 'I don't plan'? I planned an ambush for you didn't I? and I'm fairly sure that I just packed off an armada to fight undead Giants. I don't know how things work in Diyad, but in Venezzia that takes quite a lot of forethought" He let out a mighty laugh as he turned on to his side so he could more easily looked at the assembled group. "So, what's for dinner?" he paused "Also, does anyone have a set of clothes I could borrow? This sheet is rather thin." PS OOC: Truly Thanatos, you should be proud of all your work, if for no other reason than the fact that thanks to you the Stakes have never been higher! Also, I've come to the realization that even though this thread has gone from RPG to story, we're writing it more like our own personal adventure than anything meant to be published. I for one have been focusing solely on our campaigns, as opposed to creating various subplots and fleshing out minor characters. I've barely described Ravena, Lombardi and Stoccessco, which in my book is an instant red flag for writing quality lol. I'm not complaining, indeed its actually quite freeing to not have to worry about such things.
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 115	Posted - 2013.09.07 01:16:00 - [1445] - Quote OOC: I told you in the beginning, that radiation ain't no joke! Honestly I almost forgot about it until you went ahead and blew yourself up. Thanatos grinned. "Ah, so that WAS an ambush. Maybe I stand corrected, at least on this occasion. Truthfully I haven't been awake much longer than you. I'm guessing we saw each other huh?" Thanatos is interrupted by a roar of applause and awe outside of the tent. There was a little anxiety which was masked by his relieved smile. He paced toward the opening and peaked out. The golems had been dispatched after the King's Men arrived on the scene, assisting the Venezzians. Thanatos' anxiety was gone at this sight. He closes the tent and walks back toward the center when he passes a mirror sitting on a medical drawer. He glances at it and catches his reflection. Something was off. He noticed scars that had since faded long ago in the Second Era. More peculiar however was his hair. It had slightly began grey. His heart almost skipped a beat, but instead he shrugged it off and muttered to himself, "I might just look like you some day huh?" He turned to Alixenus. "Yes, I'll have someone bring you something to wear immediately." He looks down at his own apparel. The leather was torn and surprisingly withered after his fight with the Void. "Looks like I'll need something also." He signals to a nearby assistant who promptly rushes out of the tent. "Now that your awake I feel it imperative that I ask you a question. I need to know who was with you? Who aided you in triggering that explosion? Nexhawk has confirmed that another Alkhemist was with you at its epicenter, and my men have accounted for all other Alkhemists currently in Karthage, dead and alive. Of course my initial assumption would be that our favorite goddess involved, but it is best we make sure..."
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 113	Posted - 2013.09.08 05:14:00 - [1446] - Quote Frost stood the wet wood of the first barricade. His friends were there on guard duty with him. Even a few giants were on the wall tonight. Not like that mattered any. Nothing had been seen since the city had settled down. And nothing had been heard. The only thing that happened anymore was the fact that whatever god that still lived had decide that the flowers of the giant lands needed weeks of nonstop rain. Or maybe he, she, it, they, felt like making the dead country feel even more depressing. Maybe it was crying? Or as Frost had finally decided, it was relieving itself on humanity, showing how much it truly hated them. "Ever wonder why we haven't tried making boats? To leave this country?" Someone to Frost's right open thought. No one answered for a long time. Everyone knew why. A few years ago they had sent out a ship. It had never come back. "Maybe the outriders found a place that's peaceful?" The same voice hopefully piped. "Maybe everyone died?!" Someone far down the line shouted. Most of the rangers that were around Frost nodded in agreement. The giant closet to frost said nothing. He hadn't moved since he got on the barricade. A seven foot tall bronzed statue, standing vigil with his heavy spear, while the god did what ever it was that he was, she, it, them. Etc. was doing. Frost emulated the the giant, staring straight out through the opening of the canyon. Watching as the rain fell like crystals from the sky. All he could do was stare, and even then he only saw maybe 15 meters ahead of him. "Hey, Frost." Dravek, bored of guarding the rain finally spoke for the first time that night. "Do you think this rain will stop anytime soon?" The young ranger asked before Frost could even talk. "I dunno, Dravek. It's been like this for a while. Non stop. I mean, that's never happened in our history." "... Ferals hadn't happened before. Look at the world now." Frost was surprised and even...horrified that Dravek would say anything that dark. Never had he heard his friend say anything like that. He had always, always been the first one to crack jokes. "Dravek, I've never heard you say anything that-" Frost started, but Dravek cut him off quickly. "That what? Dark? Who cares. The damn world has gone to hell and only now do I realize that." The two friends were silent for a long time. Then frost spoke up. "...what happened when I was gone...?" "She died....Emna....she. She died." The revelation stunned Frost. Why hadn't he heard of this before? "Dravek...I-" "Don't give me your pity, Frost. And by the way. Thanks for caring" Frost, picked up on the sarcasm. But he could tell that his friend was angry. He went back to staring out over the barricade. People were talking about life, death and other such matters. Not much new. But... Something seemed, off. Unnatural. Dangerous. Then frost noticed something. Far above and far away...light...flickered through the sheet of rain. And then just as Frost was about to shout something. The rain stopped. And to his horror and the horror of those around him an army marched. A great horde of ferals. Giants bore twisted flags made of skin, attached to poles of bones. Ferals swarmed forward like a great wave of decayed flesh and rotting bone. But the worst thing to behold was not the terrible horde. Nor the abominations that shouted Horrible distorted orders.Nor the flag bearing giants. No as terrible and as horrible as those sights were, they paled in comparison to the sight of the great flying ships, the once mythical vehicles that were thought to be only a dream to the people of these lands, now slowly floated toward the canyon. Dead bodies adorning the sides and fronts of the once magnificent behemoths. Now the once the once proud beasts were like the ferals and abomination that marched below them, twisted. Men dropped to their knees in horror and began to weep, pray, do both or just stare at the the army. Only a few actually ran to the bells on either end of the barricade. And soon great sorrowful tolls rang from the bells. Frost looked to Dravek. He was frozen in fear staring. Frost looked for his other comrades. Grandis had readied his weapon, Cairn had followed his example. Others he had know were either doing the same thing or cowering. "Get up you damned cowards!" Frost felt his own mouth move, but the voice was not his. It sounded like his. But...it was more confident, determined. Many looked to Frost but that was all. Frost was suddenly shouting. Commanding. Leading. "For years we've lived in fear of these damned dead bodies! For years we've cowered like, children!" He had drawn his weapon. And others were now following his lead. "These things have taken our homes!" Shouts of agreement rung out. "They took our families, our friends!" More shouts. "They've even stolen our country! And now, you all cower in fear?" Frost was shouting louder than he ever had before. He was carrying the voice of his people. And his people had listened non wept, prayed or froze in fear now. They all held their weapons high and shouted at the ferals. Insults, names of the fallen and especially primal screams of pure anger. For once in the history after the fall, the defenders of humanity knew no fear. And while many would die tonight, they would die defending their homeland. And finally, on this day of reckoning, the many shards left from the destruction of the continent would finally be united again.
Alixenus ISF Marines 109	Posted - 2013.09.08 18:28:00 - [1447] - Quote 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!
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 448	Posted - 2013.09.09 10:52:00 - [1448] - Quote 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\\
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 114	Posted - 2013.09.09 20:58:00 - [1449] - Quote (Ooc) and Brutus is in a conversation with the diyadian resistance. (Ooc)
Alixenus ISF Marines 109	Posted - 2013.09.11 20:46:00 - [1450] - Quote Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote: //OOC: But what about that question that Thanatos asked to the leader of the Venezzians? //End of OOC\\ Alixenus was frozen in the past for a moment as he relived the explosion. When he returned he said, distantly, "Oh, it was a Knight. Said his name was Kaltedes. He saved me from one of the Golems and I returned the favour. He refused to leave my side before..." He looked through Thanatos again for a moment, "Blast! I left my Sword in that facility. You know, the Adamantium one? Don't suppose the doctors would let me out of Bed to look for it?"

Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 448	Posted - 2013.09.11 23:40:00 - [1451] - Quote 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\\
Alixenus ISF Marines 109	Posted - 2013.09.12 16:53:00 - [1452] - Quote Alixenus nodded in gratitude to Nexhawk as he departed. He then ate with vigour the field rations one of the servants had placed in his lap. "So," he said between mouthfuls "How bad were our losses?..Troops....Buildings...property...you know, that sort of thing" He drank deeply from a wooden cup, savouring the taste the taste of the water within, as though he had just traversed the deserts of Sandromin's people.
Xavier Hastings ZionTCD 317	Posted - 2013.09.12 22:59:00 - [1453] - Quote Hmmmmm, huh... falls out of bed, cheetos everywhere Dear God, how long have I been out!? Checks Calender. Weeks and weeks. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Only one page guys? Jesus, writer's block? ... ... I shouldn't be talking, should I? Anyway, it seems like the expedition will start soon. Will you be looking for the eye? Xavier wishes to say hi. (Hey, that rhymes!) Also, I would post a little excerpt of Xavier eating the hearts of those two soldiers, but I feel really lazy right now. What a writer, eh?
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 114	Posted - 2013.09.13 00:39:00 - [1454] - Quote (Ooc) hey Alixenus. I'm gonna ruin frosts day. Maybe the ships should land soon?(ooc) It only took ten minutes for reinforcements to arrive at the front barricade. Every able bodied fighter had converged at the opening of the canyon. Rangers, Hunters, vanguard and even lightning men stood their ground as the dead crashed down on them like a avalanche. It wasn't three minutes after reinforcement that the barricade fell and the two sides began to clash in the mud.and soon blood covered the ground as well. Body parts littered the field, as men screamed for their mothers. It was the most hellish thing frost had ever seen in his young life. The valine e of the defenders was now just an urge to survive.and it would only go so far... To make matters worse, the giants were nowhere in sight. Maybe they were waiting as a last line of defense for the civilians? Or maybe it was a pincer strike! Where were the great airships frost had seen? Had they circled around and... The thought was cut short as a horrible shrieking tore through the air, and ended s with a massive explosion so where far to frost right. Hundreds of men began shouting about falling back, and cannons. Cannons hadn't been seen in years. And now the ferals had learned of their whereabouts, and how to use them. Frost looked up at the flying behemoth as fire exploded from it's sides and more and more shrieks tore the night air asunder. Explosions wracked the ground and all frost could do was defend himself against the ferals and look on in horror as the great airship claimed its dominance. "Adryan! Fall back to the barricade!" Carins voice cut through the din of battle. Frost saw that Grim, Dravek , Grandis and some others he had served with were holding a small circle of clearance. Frost took his chance and sprinted toward his comrades, but a feral that had lost its legs had taken ahold of his. Frost fell the the muddy ground as he was tripped up by the unyeilding feral. Frost knew he was going to die here...until he heard a voice he was both terrified of and comforted by. "...get....off..." Was all the shade said before he tore the ferals arm off and lifted the torso above his head. The feral swung at the shade feebly , until it was throw at an abomination. Killing both. The shade held his armored hand to frost. "...get...moving...now..." Frost gladly accepted the gesture. But hesitated to run, cairn and the others were currently trying to hold off several armed ferals. "RUN DAMNIT!" The shade shouted at frost louder than the cannons. Frost didn't hesitate this time. He sprinted to the small group of survivors and cleaved a feral on his way. "We can't hold this position much long, Frost!" One of Frost's allies shouted as he lodged an axe blade between the eyes of a rather large feral. "No! We hold here until-" Frost started. "God dammit Frost! We have to move now!" Grim shouted as a feral exploded from a bolt of the lightning stick. "We have to hold until the protectors arrive!" Frost was trying to instill some ounce of hope into his allies. "The giants aren't com-" some one started to protest, but then boom as loud as a mountain falling sounded above the defenders heads. A lightning man had gotten through and had enough time to send a bolt through the mighty airships hull. Fire caught and it began to sink to the ground engulfed. A meteror from the clouds. The ship crashed into one of the canyon cliffs and exploded in a great fireball. Debris flew through the air, crushing and lancing indescrimnantly. A large pice of fiery wood obliterated a nearby abomination in a beautiful spray of gore. And for a moment the battle stopped completely. Every single combatant, stood in silence. Then the men shouted a war cry and many charged forwards, back towards the main fighting. Frost only looked at his allies in astonishment. But only for a moment. Because now the dead giants decided to join the fray. They swung through groups of survivors like they were nothing, picking up single straglers and either tearing them in half or throwing them like a projectile either at the walls of the canyon, or their allies. Frost stared on in horror as he saw a ranger he had once shared a drink with get turned to a fine paste. Then the massive specimen of a giant turned its head to frost. He thought of that giant he had killed not too long ago. But this one. Was an entirely different monster, this one was nearly as big as Krathisis. But it's face plate was missing almost completely , the mouth was just a thin layer of red muscle over bone, and it's eyes shone through the small eye slits of what was left of its helmat. "Little wurn... Tine to die..." The giant bellowed. Frost fell to his knees as he realized that even the giants had some how gained their minds back. The giant slowly lumbered towards Frost and just as he was ready to accept death... Krathisis crashed to the earth I front of Frost. The ranger looked up to see giants climb down the mountain face or jump off entirely. Krathisis slammed his fist into the dead giant head, then quickly turned to Frost. "Frost...run now. You can't fight this battle." Frost completely agreed. This was not the fight for a mere man. As frost turned he heard a booming metal clang and a deep grunt from somewhere behind him. The ranger scrambled up the barricade, to the faces of his comrades. "Never seen anything like this ever before. Some one said, marveling at the battle between giants. They all clashed in the most vicious of ways. The giants slammed their fist into other giants. Some grappled. Others picked up their brothers and threw them to the ground. Only the smallest giants fought with weapons. And even that was a ferocious affair. They struck out with strength no human could understand. "Well... Looks like the end has come, just like Frost said." Frost couldn't tell who had said it, but they didn't know how wrong they were. No, this was just the beginning of the end.
Alixenus ISF Marines 109	Posted - 2013.09.13 13:45:00 - [1455] - Quote OOC: Over my dead body are you ruining Frosts day! Behold the might of the Republic! Fictional soldiers! Red shirts in Plate! Namless extras! I summon you from the great beyond...Go forth and slay the foes of a character I vaguely like! Then, as if to confirm his suspicions, a sound unlike any other resonated through the canyon. It was inconcievably deep in pitch, and loud enough to shake the heavens. Indeed, some rocks from the top of the Canyon shook loose and tumbled into the battle below. Again, the battle seemed to slow somewhat. While Frost and others in the first line kept watching the battle, the few men that formed a patchy second looked around for what could have made a noise like a God's footfall. Then it came again and only the most diehard of fighters continued their fray. Finally, it sounded a third time and all fell silent. No one knew what was coming, not even the abominations seemed willing to end this pause. Gradually, the silence was broken as another airship hove into view, the stead thrum of its engine growing louder as it drew nearer. But as it came over the opening of the Canyon, a long dark shape, like an enormous arrow, flew straight through its canvas balloon. It faltered, twisted in the wind and crashed into the Earth. A heartbeat later and arrows and Javelins rained from the Left (It was left to Frost at any rate) Canyon wall. Looking up, Frost could make several figures clad in Skins at the very top of the canyon firing at the Abominations. He hadn't the faintest idea who they were, but these events brought heart to every living man there. Roughly half a mile away, on a vast and forboding beach, littered with a few dead ferals, The Venezzian Armada had already constructed a vast fort out of Timbers and were proceeding to erect a curtain wall. A few supply barges that had already been exhausted of food were carefully incoporated into a harbour wall. Engineers busied themselves assembling siege engines while ever yman not assigned to ditch digging or post holing was assembling before General Lombardi, already mounted on Horseback and armoured in highly unusual suit of plate armour; for not a single straight line could be found upon it, Every piece was curved and decorated with countless images and names of great battles. Lombardi drew his sword and began a speech that countless men had said before him. "Men of the Republic, know that on this day the eyes of your homeland are upon you and that the fate of your families rest in your hands. Follow your orders, do your duty and you will find favour amongst the Gods. Stand by one another, and know that as long as you stay there, you cannot fall. I have drawn my Sword and the Horns of Venezzia have issued our challenge to the enemy. It is up to them whether they wish their children to remember them as the men that died as heroes or those that ran before Venezzian might. I will not rest until my Blade has tasted blood and I expect the same of the rest of you. Raise high our banners! Raise a mighty battle cry! Beat your shields, Stamp your boots and Rattle your bolts! Let the enemy beware, for their last hour has come!" A resounding battle cry returned. "I WILL NOT DIE FOR THE REPUBLIC THIS DAY! THAT HONOUR GOES TO MY ENEMY!" The columns of men marched out towards to vast, craggy rocks ahead, where you could just make out the Skirmishers scrambling back and forth to get more ammunition or a better perch. Meanwhile the sailors on the Charybdis were having a drink to celebrate the fact that they managed to take down that airship with the first shot of a Ballista. Lombardi led the Army with his bodyguard and retinue. They passed around a Goblet of wine as Lombardi made the oath of war "By the Gods and the men around me I swear this to be true. I see before me the land of my enemy, I have seen my enemy and how he fights and now I will claim victory and conqeur all until my men carry no more Wreaths on their heads, honours on their chests or prizes on their backs" He was handed the Goblet and refilled it to the brim. "I pour this wine into the rich Earth to seal this oath and offer thanks to the Gods; may the Ground swallow those who take oaths in vain"
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 114	Posted - 2013.09.13 19:19:00 - [1456] - Quote (Occ) holy damn! (Ooc)
Alixenus ISF Marines 109	Posted - 2013.09.14 00:02:00 - [1457] - Quote OOC: drops the proverbial microphone Your move zombies. And yes I just mixed my metaphors, come at me!
Sandromin Hes Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. Interstellar Conquest Enterprises 346	Posted - 2013.09.16 19:46:00 - [1458] - Quote OOC: REPLYING BECAUSE... erm... bamp! Also, I'm going to be posting something real epic soon... sooooon....
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 114	Posted - 2013.09.17 20:36:00 - [1459] - Quote Draven was crumpling the head of one of his adversaries when the great airship fell. He knew that none of his kinsmen had done that. Some how, some way, someone had found the men of the dead lands. Everywhere he saw his own troops, giants, hunters, rangers, vanguard, and even storm men rallied. The entire force charged the main body of the dead. Normal men ducked under the swings of giants, giants, fought their dead brethren as the enormous combatants fought even harder. It seemed that today, even the gods had risen from their deaths, and had taken pity on their forsaken children. Krathisis was locked in a grapple against the giant he once knew. Magnus, the mountain. The giant had once been a hero, now he was a thrall like all the other ferals that were now fighting. "Why won't you just DIE.?" Mugnus bellowed as he broke away from the grapple and threw a punch that could destroy mountain side. Krathisis took the hit to his right side the hit sent him reeling into the canyon with a force that shook rocks from the wall. A man fell to his death as well. Magnus slammed another fist into Krathisis' side. Again and again the dead giant landed crushing blows into the living one. Each blow was more destructive than the last. And soon the armor on the giants side began to concave inward as the titans fought. Krathisis head butted his attacker, disorienting the dead giant. Krathisis recovering tackled the other giant to the ground and began to unleash his own assault of blows on dead giant. Slamming his fists into the other giants skull until he was throw off, the landing sent a shockwave through the earth. Magnus grabbed Krathisis' head and lifted him onto his feet, bracing one hand on the back of the living giants head, the dead giant drew back his tree like arm and sent it full force into the gut of his equally large opponent. The armor crunched under the hit. Krathisis went into another grapple, wrapping his arms around the waist of Magnus, taking hit after hit to his abdomen. Wi a heave the giant lifted Magnus up above his head, a shout of triumph sounded for miles. Krathisis brought his arm down and threw Magnus to the ground. A thunderous boom shook every being in the a two mile radius. The undead giant was beginning to get up, but Krathisis planted his foot on the other giants head, and slowly put all of his weight onto his foot, Magnus struggled but every time he became close to escaping Krathisis would backhand the arm away. The giant struggled , and every second it bacme more and more feeble, as the feeling of crushing bones and metals was felt under Krathisis foot. Finally Magnus stopped struggling, the mountain was dead, again. But the battle still raged below the great giant. Krathisis stepped over the body of his once comrade and began to create a warpath through the ferals, crushing them underfoot like bugs, sending them high into the air with kicks, or simply picking them up and using them as makeshift projectiles. Frost looked on in amazement as the battle simply turned in the favor of the country men. The giants were making headway as their dead counterparts fell. Yet still, many were dying, frost saw a large giant get swarmed by abominations and ferals. Slowly he died as he was overtaken by the dead. And the ferals seemed to have nigh infinite numbers, for every one that died, hundreds would fill their place. Even now as the humans pushed forward they made little ground. Then as if on cue, three airships appeared firing cannons. But these, these canons were different. They fire great balls sticking fire, or hundreds of arrow heads at breakneck speeds. One ship fired harpoons that were aimed at the men on the ridge. This battle, was hell personified on the world. How would this battle be won? Fentix obliterated a large group of ferals with a single blast. Anothe storm man to his side shot a bolt at the top of the canyon, sending boulders down on the dead. "The damn things keep coming!" One of the smaller giants shouted as he speared two ferals. "Could always be worse." Fentix chimed as he grabbed an abomination and precisely melted face. "How could be any worse, sir warden?" "We could be fighting ferals with stom men magic." And as if on cue, a bolt of lightning crackled toward Fentix. The seasoned storm man deflected the bolt into another group of ferals. Luckily it was only a feral with a thunder stick, and not an undead storm man, coming for the flesh of the living. Still the rogue bolt of lighting was rather spontaneous. Fentix decided it could have been worse. They could have had a storm- "Storm man!" A bolt of red lighting shot from the ferals. They parted to show a man in all red standing amongst the ferals. Fentix was hit in the shoulder by the blast, which sent him several fett backwards. He got back up immediately, threw off his cloak and stood in only his armor. It seemed that for the first time in a long time he'd have a challenging fight. He began to rush the polar storm man, until the sound of more cannons split the air and hell began to rain down again. It seemed that the storm man would never catch a break.
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 114	Posted - 2013.09.19 19:08:00 - [1460] - Quote (Ooc) NO ONE WRITES ANYMORE!!!! (Ooc)

Sandromin Hes Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. Interstellar Conquest Enterprises 346	Posted - 2013.09.19 19:23:00 - [1461] - Quote Brutus Pyrus wrote: (Ooc) NO ONE WRITES ANYMORE!!!! (Ooc) I'm in a planning phase. Give me a day.
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 448	Posted - 2013.09.19 21:56:00 - [1462] - Quote 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\\
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 116	Posted - 2013.09.19 23:01:00 - [1463] - Quote OOC: Give me less than that. So first off school has started and I've been sick for some time. I missed 3 days, and got a lot of work to make up. So that's why I haven't been posting. However I have some other news. This year I have I project that will be due around late spring early summer. I have an idea of what I want to do. Let's just say, there might be an announcement soon. One that will require me to make a new thread. But for now let me contribute to this story. For one I realize I haven't done this: Nation Colors: Maroon, White, Gold. National Animal(what it represents): The Vo, a winged fox that existed in the Diyad long ago. The fox alone represents cunning, intelligence and wit. The wings represent progression, freedom and innovation. Flag Description: A maroon flag with a white Vo head facing forward. Extending from each side is a set of golden wings. The flag symbolizes the same thing as our animal, except the golden wings represent superiority. For Diyad is a proud nation and up until Galrick(Where is he? This is getting sad now.), was the most advanced/modern. *All materials are enhanced by iyo Unit types (including weapons/armor): 1. Kingdom Guard- Wears mostly cloth armor. The torso is white on each side and maroon at the center , followed by the Diyadian insignia(Vo) pinned on the right chest. The trousers are maroon. They are equipped with a single saber, as well as a crossbow that shoots paralyzing arrows. At their side they have a double barrel pistol, similar in design with old english pistols with intricate designs featuring the national animal. 2. Diyadian Knight- Normal infantry. Donning light adamantium armor with armet that is primarily white with maroon as a secondary color. They also wear a maroon cape featuring two gold wings. They are equipped with longsword and a maroon and gold shield bearing the insignia. 3. Alkhemist Knight: A very versatile unit, capable of front line battle as well as special operations, wearing lightly armored hooded robes. The robes are primarily maroon with a wide white stripe starting at the center of the hood down the back. The few armor plates are gold. They carry smaller sabers, a small shield and a longer pistol than typical guards. On their gloves are metal rings around the fingers(excluding thumbs) connected to small chains that carry small iyo boxes. The chains and iyo boxes remained fastened up the forearm and can be ejected at will. 4. King's Men- Elite units wearing all gold armor and large thick helmets. These men usually carry greatswords, large axes, hammers, and other large weaponry at their disposal. The location of the armor wear iyo is stored is unknown... 5.Titans(surprise)- Yet to actually be revealed. Rumor has it that these are large (Hulk sized) suits of golden armor that must be operated by two alkhemists at once. No other weapons, only large iyonic nodes around the armor. They are capable of vast strength... 6. Voxtrot- Not seen nor heard. Do they even exist!?! National Tree: Ehrom Blossom Tree Values(such as Athens-education and Sparta-military): Technology, knowledge, freedom, progression/advancement. Notable Laws/Rights (like gay marriage, or women can't vote): Equal Rights- No discrimination or segregation. All can vote, marry, hold a political position, own a business or even join the military. Notable Attractions/Landmarks: The Grand Palace- One of the largest constructions in the world. White marble and gold everywhere. Intricate designs and art. High class service and the Fountain of Lionus. Common Religion/Practices: None. All are free to pursue any religion they like. However religion is mostly prominent in the floating cities. Alkhemy(now interchangeable with Alkhemistry due to laziness.)- You pretty much know about this already.
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 116	Posted - 2013.09.19 23:55:00 - [1464] - Quote Marco nods and after a moment of silence speaks once more. "Brutus this city is corrupt, straight down to its core. The Slums stay poor and Dorado stays golden. The Briggs are no help and the tourists keep flooding in. Anyone who tries to stand up for themselves 'disappear' here to the Underbelly and catch the Black Sickness. We can't stop and the people here are suffering. Everyone obeys and fall under the status quo. They're to scared to act. I mean where would they even start? So many question and no answers. However we know something that not everyone does." Brutus looks puzzled. "The Dorado Syndicate. Our spies have uncovered that the five most powerful Dorado families have joined together. WE know what they plan, and what they're after... They have something. Something that people have sought after for a long time. The Elixir of Youth. Now we highly doubt that they actually have it, but we'll bet they have some fake, some copy. My boys have done their research and we think they're using magick, a long forgotten one. One that let's people change their look completely. An old witch could become a buxom mistress in seconds. Someone like myself could heal his scars. Hell I could even look like that mistress hahaha... You may be wondering why go through all this trouble, money perhaps? Yes and no. We have reason to believe that they are amassing war funds. This so called elixir would be very very expensive and sought after. We've heard they have connections with two other sky cities, who are willing to secede from Diyad. They plan to attack Karthage head on. It makes sense too. Karthage may have air vehicles, but they're air weaponry is no where near the level of the sky cannons attached to these cities. Combine that with a simultaneous surprise strike from three sides, and we may have a catastrophe on our hands. But we can't worry about that. For now we need to find out every detail." For a moment Marco sat in silence. But to ease the tension he changed the subject. "You know the Ratt huh? Yeah Franklin was well known as the best information broker in Diyad. He played all sides, good and bad. It wasn't easy to get him to join our cause. That wasn't until Snake of Illusion talked some sense into him. See they go way back. The Snake gets his name because, well, he's a thief. Not just any thief, don't be fooled. He has never been caught, nor seen, not even heard. He's deadly and swift. Slithery as his name would suggest. It's amazing to see him work, or so I've hear from Franklin, never actually seen him myself. Act---" He is interrupted by Sara who runs from a nearby hallway. "What is it child? How is the Snake of Illusion." "He's already healed! He's ready to leave now because it's night time." "Good, that's great! Has he received tonight's instructions?" "Yeah I think so. Will he be in danger?" "Yes, he's the best you know." She looks deeply concerned. She runs toward him, golden brown hair trailing behind her. She beckons him to kneel down and goes to whisper something in his ear he nods in approval. She smiles "There, now you promised to keep my brother safe..."
Xavier Hastings ZionTCD 317	Posted - 2013.09.21 00:42:00 - [1465] - Quote 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.
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 117	Posted - 2013.09.21 01:07:00 - [1466] - Quote 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. Pretty much sums up the problem I've been having, except with dialogue. At first I would always end after everything I said so others could respond. But when posting became less frequent I started just doing large walls of text, like I just did with Brutus. I'm always wondering if someone may have wanted to add something but couldn't because I already finished the conversation. However I don't want to control other characters so I try to be very minimal (e.x. saying "Brutus gave him a puzzled look" instead of making Brutus speak.). If only we could all post around the same time that way we could respond more quickly and actions will feel more natural. But that's all I have to say.
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 448	Posted - 2013.09.21 02:14:00 - [1467] - Quote 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\\
Patrick57 Ametat Security Amarr Empire 293	Posted - 2013.09.21 20:02:00 - [1468] - Quote Strength: EVERYTHING! Weakness: Forum Trolls...
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 117	Posted - 2013.09.22 20:04:00 - [1469] - Quote Hey Sandromin! The index is looking a little thin. Of course by little I mean 50+ pages worth of info little. The last thing is from pg. 21.
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion The Umbra Combine 1338	Posted - 2013.09.24 00:22:00 - [1470] - Quote OOC: So, I feel like beginning this with an epigram. "I had not thought death had undone so many." - T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land ___ GÇ£So, Vyzion. WhyGÇÖd he stab himself again?GÇ¥ GÇ£I never told you.GÇ¥ Were a bypasser to wander in to this room at this moment, they would see four bodies. Three bodies belonged to logipriests who were still breathing, two of which were speaking to each other. Each of them emitted a soft glow which resisted the enshrouding blackness of the great, mysterious chamber they were in. The last body belonged to a logipriest with an ornate sacrificial dagger stuck in his chest. Interestingly, no blood seeped from the wound. All four were upright, their positions corresponding to the four cardinal points on a compass. GÇ£OkayGÇª so why did Vyzion stab himself?GÇ¥ Natyli sighed. In this meditative state they could last years without sleep nor nourishment, but still the logipriest could not help but feel weary. GÇ£Okay, IGÇÖll tell you. But you must promise to remain silent; I have no energy left to explain every little detail.GÇ¥ GÇ£Deal.GÇ¥ GÇ£It all began one glorious morningGÇªGÇ¥ ~~~~~~ Conyr had never seen a morning as dismal as the one his disbelieving eyes witnessed today. Before they had even landed, the sights and sounds of a great battle had reached the ears of the Venezzian fleet. Almost instantly, all could tell it was no human conflict. Roars of great beasts echoed across the waves, and the shore that the ships were approaching seemed to shake in agony, underlined by dull booms of explosions and pierced by the screeching of agonized, dying creatures. Flashes of what could only be lightning pierced through the thick, gritty fog of war, and the accompanying thunder was as real as the storms they had weathered on the way to this forsaken land. A shuddering alerted Conyr that they had landed. From the crowGÇÖs nest he leapt high into the air and dived into the sea. The murky waters brought with them a soothing silence. Conyr swam underneath the keels of the great boats that had borne him to this destination, underneath the sailors who had taught him (unknowingly) all they could about sailing the seas. GÇ£Young Conyr.GÇ¥ DarilysGÇÖ wrinkled face belied the sharp eyes that stared right into ConyrGÇÖs. GÇ£Information is everything.GÇ¥ GÇ£But itGÇÖs all so boring! I donGÇÖt care about these weird GÇÿnumbersGÇÖ. I want to play vineball!GÇ¥ Conyr, eight years previously, reached DarilysGÇÖ thigh in height, yet towered over the old logipriest in presence. Darilys shook his head and laughed. GÇ£And youGÇÖre the best at vineball, even at such a tender age, because you learned all you could about it. I only hope one day, your interests guide you beyond this childGÇÖs game. YouGÇÖre a smart boy, Conyr, if you put your mind to it.GÇ¥ Conyr grimaced underwater, remembering Darilys and his corruption by the strange book that the dwarf king had had. A pang of longing and sadness arose in his chest as memories - forgotten during the voyage as Conyr taught himself how to sail by observation- surfaced unbidden. Conyr rose out of the water and sighed, expelling the last of his breath before breathing. The sounds of the great battle assaulted his ears once more. GÇ£...HONOUR GOES TO MY ENEMY!" Now, the cries of the Venezzians added to the chaos, and as Conyr swam to the shore, quite a ways away from the mass of ships, he gazed at the grey land, this waste land, and he wondered whether he had enough energy to bring life back to this place.



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