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True Adamance
Fatal Absolution
4562
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Posted - 2013.12.05 22:06:00 -
[1651] - Quote
(( I don't want to fight, my people are a race of peaceful sea faring silk and crayon merchants....no jokes our culture is based around reverence of the written word. Since they never developed Ink crayons were the main means of writing in fact our greatest library displays such tomes proudly for all to see.))
"All things were created by the Divine, and so the glory of our faith is inherent to us all"
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Aero Yassavi
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
3705
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Posted - 2013.12.05 22:52:00 -
[1652] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:(( I don't want to fight, my people are a race of peaceful sea faring silk and crayon merchants....no jokes our culture is based around reverence of the written word. Since they never developed Ink crayons were the main means of writing in fact our greatest library displays such tomes proudly for all to see.))
I always told you your people were a more artistic culture and were better off stepping down from the military stage to focus your finances on the arts while a close ally defends your people from outside invaders.
Amarr faithful, join PIE Inc, the oldest EVE/Dust Amarr loyal corporation!
Amarr Victor!
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True Adamance
Fatal Absolution
4564
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Posted - 2013.12.05 23:00:00 -
[1653] - Quote
Aero Yassavi wrote:True Adamance wrote:(( I don't want to fight, my people are a race of peaceful sea faring silk and crayon merchants....no jokes our culture is based around reverence of the written word. Since they never developed Ink crayons were the main means of writing in fact our greatest library displays such tomes proudly for all to see.)) I always told you your people were a more artistic culture and were better off stepping down from the military stage to focus your finances on the arts while a close ally defends your people from outside invaders.
((BLUE CONCLAVE and EAST AUTOCRATIC RED EMPIRE.))
"All things were created by the Divine, and so the glory of our faith is inherent to us all"
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.06 20:20:00 -
[1654] - Quote
OOC: Wait wait, are you two ACTUALLY joining this?
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
118
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Posted - 2013.12.06 20:49:00 -
[1655] - Quote
(Ooc) woohoo new friends (ooc)
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.07 00:44:00 -
[1656] - Quote
At lastGǪ I see the ocean.
Lacustim inhaled deeply and breathed in the salty air. Despite having a charred taste, the minuscule salt crystals still brought back the memories of home that he and his men left several weeks ago. The Hydromancer general detested every step he took in this barren wasteland; the conjured wave that purified Abismonus of most of its accursed inhabitants was not entirely successful. During the trek across the country, the expedition finished the spellGÇÖs job and swept away those cities and villages that were still left standing. However, the resistance, although futile, still persisted for some time, until only a hundred or so of Hydromancers remained out of the five hundred that came initially to pursue the fleeting Ashborn. And now these hundred mages were standing to the westernmost shore of Praecantaria, facing the horizon and wondering where the remaining survivors could have gone.
They must be thereGǪsomewhereGǪwith the Core.
Lacustim was furious upon discovering a few days earlier that the AshbornsGÇÖ most prized possession, their capital and center of power, the majestic Core had disappeared from the face of the continent and flown away somewhere to the west. The main hypothesis among the Hydromancers consisted of the idea that the cowards had found and retreated to some uncharted lands, ready to impose their rule upon the unassuming indigenous population.
No doubt, thought Lacustim, Nexhawk surely desires to restore the glory of their dreaded empire.
The dark history of the primeval times of Praecantaria was imprinted in countless generations of Mir that lived and will live later. The time of peace since the Firstborn Mir bestowed their godly gifts upon the population of the continent was very short-lived. The four nations had soon realized that they were not alone in the world, for one day a couple of ships with Men aboard had arrived on the shores of Praecantaria in their exploration efforts. The two parties had, naturally, engaged in quite a prosperous trade; the Mir traded the enchanted vellums and valuable essences for the luxurious and exquisite crafts of the Men.
But the nature of man is dark and corrupted, and the magic of the inhabitants of Praecantaria had instilled jealousy into the minds of the continentGÇÖs guests. This jealousy grew into a concealed hatred, until the latter erupted in violence in the one of PraecantariaGÇÖs neutral ports, where the members of all four nations hosted the explorers and traded with them. Most of all, the traders desired the magic of fire, for it seemed to them that destruction was the most powerful force of them all. And so it happened that, one night, these men broke into one of the houses and, using a blade with ice enchantments, slit one AshbornGÇÖs throat. Afterwards, they stole his spellbook and hid it on one of their ships.
The HydromancersGÇÖ icy magic still lingered on the corpse when it was discovered in the morning, and the accusations of murder were inevitable. The investigation had soon evolved into rising tensions between the two nations, which were going to be resolved with a trial, where the evidence of the missing spellbook was mostly disregarded. But then the Men had made a grave mistake by assassinating one of the Windweavers with the same blade and stealing his spellbook as well with the desire to harness the power of flight. Now, the Hydromancers were seen unlikely to be the murderers, knowing their friendly relations with the Windweavers. Moreover, the absence of the two books brought other suspicions; the MenGÇÖs deeds were soon uncovered, and their books and other magical possessions were promptly confiscated. No match to PraecantariaGÇÖs magic wielders, the human traders were put on their ships and sailed away from Praecantaria due to the mercy of the Mir.
Although this event had passed without severe bloodshed, the bitter aftertaste in the death of two of their kin had caused the Mir to reconsider their safety. The incursions had presented themselves as a potential threat, and all four nations agreed to shroud Praecantaria in an impenetrable misty barrier that could not be breached by the outsiders. The ritual took four weeks and was at last complete, but the seeds of mistrust had already been planted, and the tensions between the Hydromancers and the Ashborn still remained.
Shortly thereafter, the continent was plunged into the dreadful age of the Rise of the Deathlords, a century during which the fear of the day was the undead that terrorized the entire landmass. After much delay, the nations had finally united to drive the necromancers out. Weakened and exhausted by this horror, the four people looked towards the time of peace that was surely to followGǪ
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.07 00:46:00 -
[1657] - Quote
Oh, how their hopes were crushed! Along with the Deathlords, that century had seen another Mir rise to power. A male named Devorus rose among the ranks of the Ashborn and ultimately claimed the title of the nationGÇÖs ruler. He managed to carry his people through the troubled times and emerged slightly better off than the other nations. Despite benevolent intentions, he was soon corrupted by power and, obviously, saw his opportunity to conquer the three weaker countries. Quickly devolving into a tyrant, he forcefully gathered an army that swept across the continent, starting with the lands of the Hydromancers, the nation closest to Abismonus. The latter had no chance to resist DevoursGÇÖ urge to create an empire that would span entire Praecantaria, and so it came to a point when the HydromancersGÇÖ capital, the Dome, a giant hemisphere of water rising above the land surface in the middle of their territory, was besieged by the Ashborn. After a month of fighting at the DomeGÇÖs surface, the protective watershed been finally breached, and the majestic city inside was plundered by the invaders. In few days, the water magesGÇÖ finest creation, the underwater city on the ground, was virtually destroyed on behalf of DevorusGÇÖ orders.
Our most sacred cityGǪ the holiest templeGǪ defiled by these infidels!
Lacustim clenched his fists as he remembered seeing from the distance the finest buildings of Lymphium, the HydromancersGÇÖ country, crumbling into water dust under the assault of hellish flames of the savage Ashborn. He remembered how the entire nation was subdued when its capital, their seat of power, was demolished. The only thing that saved them and all other nations of Praecantaria was the essential weakness of tyranny: Devorus was betrayed and assassinated by a rebellious group that was tired of his iron grip on Abismonus. The army of rampaging Ashborn was called back, and the Hydromancers could finally breathe freely. Slowly, over a long period of time, Lymphium was rebuilt, but the scorched scar on where the Dome used to stand still remained the blight on the land.
But now, after all this time, it is the Ashborn that will pay! We will find their Core and finally have our revenge, realized Lacustim. At last, justice will be served!
He stared to the west and lifted his hands. After singing an incantation, he made a gesture that apparently pulled on an invisible chain, and soon enough, a glorious ship rose from the oceanGÇÖs depths. It was made out of refined hydralite that took the most elegant shapes under the hammers and saws of the Hydromancer craftsmen. The sails of deep blue color hung steadily above the blue and grey boards that Lacustim and his party stepped on. The general muttered a single word, GÇ£West,GÇ¥ and the sea obeyed, sending waves to direct the conjured ship towards its mastersGÇÖ destination.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.12.08 10:57:00 -
[1658] - Quote
As the two peasants, no, refugees, its kinder, filed out of the tent Lombardi unceremoniously collapsed onto a stool, undid his armour and let fall to the ground. He leaned forward and studied the Ranger in the cot for a moment, long enough at least to retrieve a flask of Brandy from his belt and take a swig. He thought "How? How did this stripling do it? Assembled his own little platoon in a city that should've been full of dead people?". He stretched out and offered the flask to Frost.
"So tell me soldier, what made you decide to become a Legend?"
OOC: Does Brutus' family know that we were sent by him yet? And the Venezzians still want to evacuate these people by the way, how would they feel about that? |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
118
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Posted - 2013.12.08 15:15:00 -
[1659] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:As the two peasants, no, refugees, its kinder, filed out of the tent Lombardi unceremoniously collapsed onto a stool, undid his armour and let fall to the ground. He leaned forward and studied the Ranger in the cot for a moment, long enough at least to retrieve a flask of Brandy from his belt and take a swig. He thought "How? How did this stripling do it? Assembled his own little platoon in a city that should've been full of dead people?". He stretched out and offered the flask to Frost.
"So tell me soldier, what made you decide to become a Legend?"
OOC: Does Brutus' family know that we were sent by him yet? And the Venezzians still want to evacuate these people by the way, how would they feel about that?
(Ooc)Draven know's. Erika and Endrik do not. And he has not announced the evacuation yet.(ooc)
Frost quickly declined the drink. He was to weak to be drunk.
"I'm not fully sure. I suppose that we have all been ready to follow anyone who would stand up against the ferals finally. It just happened to me."
Lombardi took another swig. Frost couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Thank you by the way. If you hadn't show up with your men. None of us would have made it here. But uh... Not to be rude but how did you find us?"
Lombardi stretched for a moment before he spoke again.
"There's a. Giant on a different continent. Brutus. He's told us where you are. Good thing we didn't bring the amount of troops he suggested though. Two platoons of spear men." Lombardi shook his head.
"Brutus is a good...giant , but he doesn't have any military wit."
Frost looked at Lombardi.
"A few years ago two platoons would have been fine. But... You saw us out there. We're just scraping by.."
Lombardi nodded.
"That's why we're here to evacuat-"
"No!" Frost quickly said. Not thinking.
"I'm sorry what?"Lombardi looked irritated by the sudden out burst.
"N...nothing sorry, I thought you said something else."
Lombardi just sighed. And took another swig.
"So tell me...uh, what was your name again?"
"Adryan, but most people call me Frost. I'd prefer frost if that's fine with you."
Lombardi nodded.
"And what's your last name?"
"My what?"
"Your last name? The name after your first. So we can differentiate you from the other adryans?"
"Uh... I don't have one. No one does. "
Lombardi raised an eyebrow.
"Why? Actually you know what never mind. What I want to know is what was that...thing leading them other...things...."
"Uh... Abomination? The intelligent ones are abominations. The usual ones are are ferals. And the giants... We didn't have a name until last night. I think now we call them nightmares."
Lombardi just nodded.
"Well frost, thank you. I hope I can see you again. Now if you'll excuse me." Lombardi stood up and turned to leave but saw a strange man infront of him. He wore an odd mask and ornate armor and robes.
"Ah... I see you have a guest frost. Sorry to interrupt, just thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing."
Lombardi looked at the man for a moment.
"Oh. Hello. You're the general of the army that spontaneously materialized and saved our collective ass right?" Lombardi nodded.
"Thank you for that. You made taking down those damned ships much easier."
The man extended his hand. Lombardi shook it and felt electrified by him.
"I'm Fentix, storm warden. Of the storm men. The guys who shot lightning from our hands."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.09 06:29:00 -
[1660] - Quote
OOC: Uh oh, I think Nexhawk may have beaten me to something, which of course only reinforces my telepathic link theory. So let's see where this goes.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.09 07:15:00 -
[1661] - Quote
Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Uh oh, I think Nexhawk may have beaten me to something, which of course only reinforces my telepathic link theory. So let's see where this goes.
//OOC: Hmm, you made me curious... But we need to give Hydromancers some time to arrive... I'll have to come up with a filler then. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
361
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Posted - 2013.12.10 21:07:00 -
[1662] - Quote
OOC: 3 days...
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Nimrod Nashes
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
2
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Posted - 2013.12.10 21:18:00 -
[1663] - Quote
Out Of Character: Everyone remembers my portal? GOOD!
Darkness. Utter Darkness. Not a single ray of light shone in the void. But invariably, something was there. Something sinister. Something. But Nashir-Ur had been here before. Centuries ago, when the contract was made, he was here. And here he was again, in the darkness, to talk to it. The being that controlled this ethereal realm. Him.
You. You're back, for something from me, I presume. So... what... do you want, Nashir?
The times are changing, and to reflect that, I am now Nashir-Ur. As for what I want, you know very well. I want a contract.
Everybody wants a contract from me. The question is, what do you want?
The tome.
You... you know very well I cannot give you the tome. I may be ancient, but all-powerful I am not. I have been weak for these past millennium, biding my time, cursing my brother for destroying me.
If you cannot give me the tome, I want the first weapon... the Dark Blade...
That... That I can give you...
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.10 22:51:00 -
[1664] - Quote
OOC: Literally have a 3/4 done post in another tab. I've been losing a lot of sleep these past few weeks. Being this tired makes me really lazy.
Coherency hurts me brain.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.11 03:17:00 -
[1665] - Quote
//OOC: @Nimrod: Wow, looks like we've got Dustia's analogue of Rumpelstiltskin on our hands! More and more interesting...
@Sandromin: I think Alixenus, Galrick, and I are waiting for the journey to start, and probably you should initiate it.
Also, don't be so excited about the Hydromancers' arrival, they still need some time to sail across the oceans. Maybe I'll write about one of the remaining Praecantarian nations while I'm at it... //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
361
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Posted - 2013.12.11 06:11:00 -
[1666] - Quote
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: @Nimrod: Wow, looks like we've got Dustia's analogue of Rumpelstiltskin on our hands! More and more interesting...
@Sandromin: I think Alixenus, Galrick, and I are waiting for the journey to start, and probably you should initiate it.
Also, don't be so excited about the Hydromancers' arrival, they still need some time to sail across the oceans. Maybe I'll write about one of the remaining Praecantarian nations while I'm at it... //End of OOC\\
3 days... You'll see... don't worry though, I commissioned Nimrod (using the mailing system) to think of something in the meantime.
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.11 11:28:00 -
[1667] - Quote
Sandromin Hes wrote:Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: @Nimrod: Wow, looks like we've got Dustia's analogue of Rumpelstiltskin on our hands! More and more interesting...
@Sandromin: I think Alixenus, Galrick, and I are waiting for the journey to start, and probably you should initiate it.
Also, don't be so excited about the Hydromancers' arrival, they still need some time to sail across the oceans. Maybe I'll write about one of the remaining Praecantarian nations while I'm at it... //End of OOC\\ 3 days... You'll see... don't worry though, I commissioned Nimrod (using the mailing system) to think of something in the meantime.
//OOC: Oh yeah, the 13th of December! I completely forgot about that date and thought you referenced the fact that no one posted in three days or something. My apologies. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.11 22:49:00 -
[1668] - Quote
Silence blanketed the pristine halls of the Haversham Estate, but the shadows flickered in such a peculiar manner. Narrett sprinted down the halls swiftly. Sara on his back, making not a sound. He was going to fast to notice the priceless art, sculptures, tapestry, paintings and the ornate borders that surround them. In any other situation he'd be having a field day. True enough he was a thief. He'd made his name known throughout all off Gran Arcadia. No one was faster, no one was more clever. No one fell into the shadows like he did. He was a man now. He felt pitiful, that his own sister risked torture beyond anything one has experienced, just to save him. He had to get out. He made his way to a tall set of double doors. They featured some elaborate pattern of gold. The door handles were shaped like serpents. He opened them, to reveal a large hall, apparently a ball room. The wall across from him was a large window, overlooking the skies adjacent the floating city. He watched, mesmerized by the deep sky in front of them. He just wanted to jump. He didn't care where he landed, as long as it was home. He set Sara down for a moment, so she too could marvel. For this brief moment they shared, time had slowed to a crawl. But they they knew that they had to leave. Narrett looked around the room almost confused.
"We're lost aren't we?"
"No Sara, we are not lost."
"Then where are we?"
"Well... look, he changed this place around. This mansion isn't anywhere near like it was three years ago."
"It looks exactly the same."
"...You're right."
Narrett pauses for a moment. He begins to sign things with his left hand at his side. His eyes glow gold, much like his sister's had.
"Oh no. Sara this place is enchanted! "THIS IS AN ILLUSIO--"
He felt a blow to the back of the head. For a moment everything went fuzzy. Before he could balance himself, he felt his fingers being bound together. Sara screamed.
"No need to use anymore of that precious magick Narrett."
When his vision returned, he saw the room he was actually in. It was still a large room, but much more eerie. The walls were grey cobblestone and covered in cobwebs. The only light in the room shown from above him, where most of the ceiling was gone. There was a large statue at the center of each wall. The statues portrayed a large stone man, clad in a toga, mouth open wide. He stood tall and dignified, but his face shown utter despair. When he looked in front of him he saw two large men. Clad in white Brigg apparel as opposed to the common blue. There arms were not made of skin and flesh, but of silver. They had Sara, each holding one of her arms. She was blindfolded. In front of them stood Vergil.
Before anyone could say anything, Narrett called from his sleeve a single dagger. He dashed toward Vergil, aiming for his neck. Vergil hardly reacted, instead he raised his hand. The blade collided with his palm, but instead of going straight through, it cracked. The force of the strike flung Narrett to the ground.
"I don't know what it is, but today has been very fortunate for me. Now I have you and your sister. Hehe. Life has its way of turning around for you doesn't it. Unfortunately I only have one apparatus prepared for extracting one's magickal aura, and I'd like to begin now. So you sit tight."
"VERGIL YOU BAS--"
He was interrupted by the sound of stone grinding against stone. The heads of each statue were turning toward him. The open mouths began to scream. Around Narrett an invisible barrier began to form. He tried to push through it, but the sheer force began to tear the skin of his palms and fingertips.
"I know you can't hear me, you see you're surrounded by a barrier of sound. This method is often used to cage up dangerous creatures or criminals. It also suppresses magick. I'd love to chat more but I must be on my way."
Vergil and the two guards left the room along with Sara. No one could hear, Narrett's screams behind the barrier.
Brutus and Franklin arrived at the front door of the Haversham estate. Surprisingly it was unlocked. Before them was a large elegant room with a staircase at the center.
"This seems a little too easy. Be wary Brutus.
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1. Hey Brutus, what color was that flame?
2. Did I just use foreshadowing with that serpent door handle!?! I completely missed that.
3. Where is Xavier!?!
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.11 23:21:00 -
[1669] - Quote
//OOC: @Thanatos -
2. Snake of Illusion, trapped in an illusion behind the door with the snake handles? Oh the irony!
3. No idea... Really strange that he has been gone from the forums for two months now, but it seemed to be way less than that. Let's hope that everything is alright, and he returns soon. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.12 00:26:00 -
[1670] - Quote
From the top of her throne, inside the Celestial Palace in the heavens, she watches down on the people of Dustia. In the distance she sees the Sea of Souls. Slowly it is being drained. To create New Gods. She is approached by one of her allies, the Void.
"Your excellency, our attack on Diyad, would you consider it successful?"
"Thanatos is not dead, like I'd hoped. But we did accomplish something. That man, Alixenus, he is dying. That is really what matters. He may not even know it yet, but we have planted a seed. We've only made a minor demonstration of our power, he has seen the destruction, so has the fiery lord. The seed has yet to sprout, for most it takes a lifetime for one to recognize their mortality. When this seed blooms, he'll infect everyone with it. Despair. In my worldtimes I have witnessed the effects of despair firsthand. I've shifted the course of entire wars. Despair is a powerful weapon. It would help to have it on our side. We only have 2,887 hours left until the World End. It's almost saddening to know that this one will be the last."
Void stood attentive the entire time, he maintained a seemingly disconcerted expression
"What is it? Why are you so silent?"
"That is the first time I've heard you call him Thanatos."
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.12 00:48:00 -
[1671] - Quote
//OOC: 4 months till "The End"??? Damn, all hell's breaking loose with the dates since recently. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.12 01:08:00 -
[1672] - Quote
------OOC-----------------------------------------
World End is completely elastic. Four months is plenty time for adventure. Maybe even enough to take control of your futures?
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
362
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Posted - 2013.12.12 20:37:00 -
[1673] - Quote
1 day...
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
137
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Posted - 2013.12.12 21:41:00 -
[1674] - Quote
Sandromin Hes wrote:1 day...
The anticipation is killing me...
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
138
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Posted - 2013.12.12 22:48:00 -
[1675] - Quote
On his knees, in front of him all he could see was the dust that was once Vektor. He shed no tears, he couldn't really. He'd shed more than any man should. The memories flowed through him. Vektor was his first friend when he had returned to Dustia after an eternity. He was the only one to know the secret of Lord Thanatos. He was Lionus Noxas III, the greatest king Diyad had ever known. Never had Diyad spoken of someone so highly since Francesco Diyat himself. Vektor, a simple alkhemist pulled him back into society. Helped him reach where he is today. Now he was gone.
Thanatos' mind brimmed with anger, with vengeful fury. Why was this happening? Who is Death? Are they separate entities sharing a body, are they one and the same? Was he real? He had claimed with bombast and confidence, that he was now death defined.
Sometimes it felt that way. He felt less than human. He spoke with powerful words, and wisdom. Death was more of a blanket of protection, than an enemy. The sweet embrace of empty darkness, web-like tendrils and suffocating miasma was more comforting than fear inducing.
Other times, he felt himself. Thanatos the king. Eccentric, witty, extremely flirtatious and mildly self centered. He was a showman and a show off, like he had been since childhood. Things like jumping off an airship into the hand of a giant. Bursting in to the halls of the assembly with a sack, ready with liquor and gold. He was noble and honorable, as any ruler should be. He was the enlightened despot that the people needed.
But now, both sides played the same tune. Anger. A searing pain welled up in his left arm. He tried to hold it back with his other arm, but the heat was too intense. Shadowy tendrils wrapped around his arm leaving only small spaces where an intense pink light shone through. His eyes glowed bright also. His arm was consumed, becoming a shadowy claw much like a gauntlet. The pain was too much, and Thanatos screamed at the top of his lungs. His once light skin grew slightly more pale. He felt a surge of power rush to his arm. The wreckage around him began pulling toward the emptiness within it. But then it stopped. The shadows began to disappear, returning his arm to normal. His eyes returned to their normal soft glow. He stood up, for apparently along with the shadows, his anger subsided as well. He began to walk away in silence, whispering but two words.
"Not yet."
After about an hour he made his way back to the palace, which was untouched for the most part, aside from the ash of the golems, that covered the ground. The ehrom blossoms still rained from the sky, cascading around the ash, it was almost haunting. As he made his way up the stairs to the main hall he stopped. A chill ran down his back. His face was in shock for a moment, but then he smiled. He felt the warmth of a flame above him. He spoke, without moving his mouth, sending a message to someone far away, and only they could hear it.
"Brutus, you've done it. You've taken control of your future. Congratulations, you are the first. Now answer this, why are you in Gran Arcadia?"
Brutus heard his voice, as if it were his own inner thoughts.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
362
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Posted - 2013.12.13 05:43:00 -
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HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!
To commemorate this glorious event, we kick off our expedition! And thus, it begins!
Sandromin glanced at the sky. It was already glowing a slight orange, sign of the night fall in the deserts.
"It is time we begin. We must move hastily, or else Fate will catch up with us," started Sandromin. "Come, now, quickly."
Walking towards the mobistats, Sandromin led all of the expedition group to begin the mass exodus. It was time to move from Arteum to the next destination. It would take about two days before they reached the sea, and time was of the essence.
Motioning towards his friends, Sandromin pointed at a specific mobistat, different from the others. Instead of a simple appearance with rough edges, this was smooth and of an ivory color. It was as if it designated the epicenter of the caravan.
"Come hither, this is our ride. You will find the interior quite comfortable, and in there, we can talk with more leisure," began Sandromin.
Suddenly, a guard in engraved armor, obviously part of the honor guard, jogged up to Sandromin and began whispering to him. As if in approval, Sandromin nodded repeatedly. Pulling parchment from a satchel at his side, he wrote down a quick note and handed it back to the guard.
Once this was completed, Sandromin turned and began, "Ah, it seems someone I've been expecting has come. He has some... trinkets... I'd like you to see. Also, my apprentice should be inside. His name... is Alihes."
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2013.12.13 23:35:00 -
[1677] - Quote
//OOC: Ah, so that's what it was! CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE!!!
Despite not participating from the very beginning, I can still say rightfully that this has been an amazing year for me once I joined the thread. The sheer amount of creativity and imagination flowing through these pages is simply astonishing, and it has been a tremendous honor for me to be a part of this incredible masterpiece! //End of OOC\\
Nexhawk exhaled in relief and thought, At last! He nodded with gratitude to Sandromin and climbed inside the assigned mobistat, eager to see what was inside...
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
118
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Posted - 2013.12.14 13:34:00 -
[1678] - Quote
Brutus stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Thanatos. He looked around quickly hoping to see the king. It wasn't until he realized that the king was speaking through thought that he stopped looking around.
"Brutus are you alright?" The portly man huffed as he lead the giant up the stairs. Brutus just nodded and kept walking. He wasn't sure how to respond considering that no one had ever spoken through his mind before. So he just though.
I am here to rescue the snake of illusion Thanatos. I know very well these are your lands but... I owe him and his family, I have chosen this path for myself and I will gladly take any repercussions from you or any of the others after my return. Also on a small side note my leg has Been broken by men that have been fused with machine for the most part I am fine. the giant smiled to himself! he wondered what Thanatos would think of him not saying (thinking) "Brutus" instead of I or me. He figured it was about time people knew he wasn't an idiotic wrecking ball, but a learned man, with wrecking ball tendency. But he quickly added something to his message.
Please Thanatos do not tell the others of this message. Tell them, if you can, that I am still alive and well. That is all.
Satisfied Brutus finally decided that Franklin who was now dry heaving on one of the steps had enough. The giant picked up the round companion and began to gallop up the stairs with him. It was not shortly after that they had made their way to a new floor.
Brutus put down his friend. He assumed he would know where to look.
Franklin looked around for a moment before leading him away.
(Ooc) I don't know where to go, could you have Franklin lead Brutus somewhere? Also remember that Brutus is still of average intelligence, so thinking wise he could hold a conversation.(ooc) |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
2215
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Posted - 2013.12.15 12:53:00 -
[1679] - Quote
The mound blended into the rolling landscape so perfectly that Conyr, tired and weary from walking for days on end munching on parsnip and random roots and insects the girl caught, missed it entirely.
He only stopped and turned around when he realised he wasn't following the girl anymore.
"Where'd you go? Are the airships nearby...?" The logipriests' voice was weak and his throat felt gritty.
The girl glanced up from a patch of ground she was inspecting and gave him a curious look, but Conyr sighed angrily and stamped his foot as if she had insulted him.
"Look, you've been leading me along this huge plain for all this time, I don't even know if you have half a brain in that thick skull of yours, and I'm starving and dying of thirst out in the middle of nowhere, I should've just let those monsters kill me back down there, because there were the airships, I want to fly those airships, damnit, I want to fly, go back to my island, find everyone, find Vyzion, find all my friends, eat good food, DRINK SOME WATER PERHAPS? SHEESH. Not to mention the weather, oh no, I won't even go there, it beats the unchanging climate here, oh yes. It's, it's marvelous, that's what it is. Amazing. Beautiful. S-s..."
The logipriest's rant, nearing incoherency, broke off when he realised the girl wasn't there anymore. Squinting, he slowly walked over to where he saw her last. Where the girl was standing was a small hole, inky black. What's with me and tunnels...
Conyr glanced up at the sky for a long moment, capturing the clear blueness, the puffs of wispy cloud and the strange blackness just beyond, as if a blue-tinted window was all that held off the darkness. Then reluctantly he ducked into the hole.
His head entered the blackness... and then he was stuck. Confused, Conyr tried to raise his head out, but to no avail. He wriggled around but his head did not move, and when he felt his neck straining to snapping point he relaxed, heart pumping, mind reeling. He raised his arms, placed them against the edge of the hole, and pushed. His head remained where it was. Conyr yelled, but no sound came out, or at least none he could hear. Then he tried to draw breath to yell again... but no air rushed into his lungs.
The logipriest froze in horror as he realised the severity of his situation. Then his mind simply abandoned him and he wrenched for all he was worth, pulling, struggling, but his head would not budge, and the burning in his lungs grew into a fire in his chest, a burning fire, an inferno, raging, tearing at his throat... until it receded entirely and Conyr's vision lightened to the clear blue of the sky before fading again into an even darker blackness.
=10 minutes prior=
"So we're like a...a... single divided being?"
"Exactly, Layla."
"I knew it!"
"Oh shoosh, brother."
"Okay okay... I didn't understand a word of what Natyli just said, but I can sort of read your mind... y'know, being twins and all."
"Cheater. Humph."
"Don't humph me!"
Natyli gazed at the two bickering twins and smiled sadly. The darkness around them trembled as the golden light of their tattoos faded.
A few minutes later, the three logipriests in the room were plunged into absolute darkness. The twins stopped bickering.
"Uh, Natyli, I think-" Hayde began.
"-there may be a slight problem." Layla finished.
"Yes. Conyr is in trouble, it seems."
"So... we have to do what Vyzion did, huh?"
"One of us, yes."
"And if all of us do it?"
Natyli sighed. She understood what the twins were implying. "Two is okay, more may be too much."
"So, either us or you, huh?"
"Hayde!"
"What?"
"It's okay, Layla, he's right."
Natyli's fingers brushed the knife as she spoke. "Just make sure... when you two go, make sure it is dark. Very, very dark. You may believe this is as dark as the room can get, but there is always darker. Whatever you do, though, do not delay for too long. If this room lights, it means Conyr is dead."
There was a long silence, and the three felt rather than saw the room's darkness slowly expanding, suffocating them.
"Natyli..." This time Layla began, and Hayde completed her thought with solemnity. "... thank you. We understand."
The logipriestess raised the knife above her head, and swiftly plunged it into her breast. As life fled from her body her final thought was of how little it hurt compared to giving birth.
The twins' tattoes began to glow softly again, and upon seeing Natyli's body Layla broke into tears. Hayde trembled and held his twin.
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
2217
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Posted - 2013.12.15 13:02:00 -
[1680] - Quote
=Back to the present=
Golden light poured into the hole, and Conyr breathed. He clenched both his fists around the edge of the hole and wrenched outwards. The ground tore open and Conyr stood up. The girl was there, wide-eyed and dirty, staring at him. He turned to her, eyebrows downturned. He saw himself briefly in her eyes, gold pouring out of his eyes and blindingly from his frantically spiraling tattoos. Then the clear curiosity was replaced by a clouded fear and the reflection disappeared. Conyr raised his hand silently, knowing full well he could and would smite the girl from existence. In possession of some degree of thought this time, he compared this power to the previous one he felt when he was being cooked by the dwarf-lady. That was uncontrolled and extremely powerful. This was more... subtle. Where the previous experience was a torrent, this was a stream, and Conyr reveled in the sheer invulnerability he felt.
He spoke, and his voice was terrible to behold, as if thousands of voices spoke at once.
"You tried to kill me."
His raised palm clenched into a fist, and Conyr prepared to strike. The girl stood still, eyes still fearful. Conyr lunged.
But once again he found he could not move. He turned. A man, too old for Conyr to even guess his age, gripped the logipriest's glowing arm in an iron-fisted hold.
"Now now, didn't they teach you not to hit ladies where you came from?"
The golden light faded at that moment, and Conyr fell to the ground, one arm still upraised, held only by the strength of the man. The strength of that moment disappeared utterly, and Conyr felt even thirstier, hungrier and more tired than before.
"Thank you, m'dear. If you hadn't gotten me and just rescued this young man... I wouldn't have had the opportunity to have witnessed that... interesting scene. Now if you would be so kind, could you open up the hatch?"
Conyr was picked up as if he was as light as a feather and slung over the man's shoulders. Conyr's face was pressed into the back of the man's rough tunic, which smelt mossy. His nose bumped gently against it as the man walked up the mound the girl had stopped at previously. Then he jumped into another hole, and before Conyr could cry out in fear they both sunk right into the darkness.
When Conyr unclenched his tensed body and dared to relax his eyelids, he saw he was in a dimly lit, cozy room with the same mossy smell as the man's clothes. A fire pit in the center gave out the light, and strangely the room was not smoky at all. The girl was sitting on a small rock against a wall, staring at him. At her feet was a makeshift pellet. The man walked over and laid Conyr on it.
"When you wake, young logipriest, we shall talk. Now, regain your energy."
Sleep stole his consciousness from him before Conyr could even consider how the man knew about logipriests.
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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