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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.01.29 17:58:00 -
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(Ooc) I think I can definitively say that everyone is gone. (Ooc) |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.01.29 18:33:00 -
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//OOC: Yeah, I'm still patiently waiting. Don't have time to continue my subplot at the moment, though. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
368
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Posted - 2014.01.29 19:51:00 -
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I'm thinking. And streaming. Seriously, get on steam if you want to join us. It's fun. But I'm thinking.
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.01.29 21:10:00 -
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We can't let this thread die! Someone move the plot forward.
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
119
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Posted - 2014.01.29 21:33:00 -
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(Ooc) I can't right now, galrick, make a new character! I have like 6 too many (ooc) |
Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.01.30 08:22:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:I'm thinking. And streaming. Seriously, get on steam if you want to join us. It's fun. But I'm thinking.
OK, what's your steam ID?
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.01.30 08:45:00 -
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OOC: Okie dokie, then. I'll do my best. Is it okay if I play someone on the kraws' side?
Bob waited underneath the dune, his nostrils closed to keep sand out, as the galloping sound of a group of riders approached. The Voice of the Sands, his and his race's new guide, had fallen silent for a troublingly long time. He felt helpless without its guidance.
O Voice of the Sands, he who guidesss us to victory over these invaderssss, what dost thou bid me do? he thought desperately. A few moments later, much to his relief, an answer came.
Wait until the time is right, and pounce upon the trespassers as they arrive, O son of the desert. the Voice said.
And so Bob waited, he could feel the hoofbeats of the approaching horses quite strongly now, and the scuffling of his brethren over what to do with the wreckage of the devilish vehicle had stopped, giving way to the definite silence of those ready for battle. After a few seconds, he knew the time was right, as the hoofbeats were nearly right in front of him. He sprang out of the dune, screeching "For the Voice!" as he descended upon the rider at the head of the scouting party. His hooked claws caught the man at the throat, killing him near-instantly, but not before his hand flew into the air, shooting fire that coalesced into a strange, floating symbol, obviously a beacon of some sorts. As his brothers leapt in to engage the rest of the scouting party, he snuck away quietly to the distress beacon by the kraw outpost. He took one of the torches nearby and lit the pyre. If there were more invaders to come, they had better be ready.
OOC: Just a quick something to heighten conflict. Sorry I killed the head of your scouting party, Ner'zul. Also, Nimrod, if you're still here, the Voice is your character influencing the kraws, or at least something that automatically formed from the magical energy from his reawakening.
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.01.30 11:06:00 -
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//OOC: Whoa, whoa. If the flare you mentioned in your post was the first one Sandromin saw, then it didn't come from my men. Besides, the Ashborn scouting party is riding Phoenixes high in the sky, so I don't think you can just pounce on them that easily. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.01.30 13:12:00 -
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OOC: Ah, crap. Ok then, let's assume I didn't refer to your scouting party. The only difference it makes in my post is the shape of the flare anyway.
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
153
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Posted - 2014.01.31 07:15:00 -
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I'll start posting SoonGäó. I've been sick you see, got a bad sinus infection back around New Years. I just recently finished my medication a couple weeks ago and last week I got sick all over again. Not happy about that, not at all. I feel like death(don't even think about it). SoonGäó could be when I feel better, or it could be Friday night/Saturday morning. We'll see how tomorrow pans out.
Also: Galrick I would refrain from puppet-ing/involving Nashir like that. Lest we run into any conflict.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.01.31 14:06:00 -
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OOC: I wasn't really puppeteering. The Voice might well be an independent entity which was a product of the magical blast from Nashir's awakening.
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
368
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Posted - 2014.02.01 19:11:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: I wasn't really puppeteering. The Voice might well be an independent entity which was a product of the magical blast from Nashir's awakening.
Back in black. You definitely got my attention with that post. However, my view of the kraw is different from what you (I assume quickly) wrote up. Therefore, I am here to write a t¦¦y¦¦p¦¦i¦¦c¦¦a¦¦l¦¦ very long and superfluous entry as I see fit (namely since the kraw have not been elaborated upon and I would like to draw out all their mannerisms and such). So, allow me to begin after this post. It'll be due in an hour, and I'll just disregard the post you made earlier Gal.
BY THE WAY! On Steam, you can find me by searching Sandromin. My picture is a toucan for no reason.
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
368
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Posted - 2014.02.01 20:21:00 -
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In the desert sky, a symbol shone bright red in the night. Below, nearly a dozen kraw were riding upon iguas, two legged herbivores of the oases. Riding on his earthen horse, Sandromin began moving to where the kraw were. There were no signs of any conflict; in fact, it seemed that they were only riding alongside the mobistats, attempting to nudge them off their course and beating the sides of the metal. If any onlookers were to observe this, one would even say that the kraw were attempting communication.
And this simple fact was what grabbed the attention of Sandromin. He simply had to figure out why they were moving with such determination, despite nonviolence being a typical part of kraw culture.
[TBC; I'll finish this after I finish my weekly psych work.]
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.02.02 16:39:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: I wasn't really puppeteering. The Voice might well be an independent entity which was a product of the magical blast from Nashir's awakening. Back in black. You definitely got my attention with that post. However, my view of the kraw is different from what you (I assume quickly) wrote up. Therefore, I am here to write a t¦¦y¦¦p¦¦i¦¦c¦¦a¦¦l¦¦ very long and superfluous entry as I see fit (namely since the kraw have not been elaborated upon and I would like to draw out all their mannerisms and such). So, allow me to begin after this post. It'll be due in an hour, and I'll just disregard the post you made earlier Gal. BY THE WAY! On Steam, you can find me by searching Sandromin. My picture is a toucan for no reason.
OOC: Damn, we can't have any ignoble savages? That post was supposed to portray a group of kraw acting extremely out of character anyway. BTW, added you on Steam. My username's "The Mask of Ice".
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.02.03 23:33:00 -
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"The cure, huh?"
"Now that's new. I was told the disease can't be cured my normal means."
"You're forgetting who the Observers are. Of all us, they are most likely to come across a solution."
"I guess that's true. Well, gives me more of the reasons to worry about their involvement. Do you think they could actually turn this around?"
"I'm dubious about it. I mean, what percent of the population has been affected? Half? I just can't see a way for a hypothetical cure to be distributed amongst everyone."
"Eh, I wouldn't be so hopeful. They could theoretically devise a plan. Nevertheless, the fact that they've confided into the Arch-Warden also endangers this situation."
"So what do you propose? Right now he can't suspect much, but he is inherently intelligent. It probably won't take that long for Verephos to figure out what's going on here."
"Then we must deal with him swiftly."
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Upon arriving back at the Warden's Fort, Verephos was greeted by his aide, Kul'Ranis, who recently returned from the mission Verephos assigned to him before leaving. The Arch-Warden acknowledged his aide with a nod and asked, "What was the answer?"
The answer was grim. "The Earthdwellers declined to send help. They are scared of the potential contagiousness of the disease that, according to them, 'has ravaged Aethereum,'" Kul'Ranis replied with a frown.
"Cowards," Verephos muttered under his breath. "Tell me, were there any more attacks while I was gone?"
"Small skirmishes, but in quite a few cities around the nation. Nothing as grand as today's assault on the Fort, fortunately."
Verephos sighed. "Probably won't be long till another one happens. I guess this is what a civil war is like."
"I know. Oh, by the way," Kul'Ranis' eyes lit up as he remembered something, "there was a missive from the Emperor. He wants you to arrive at the Palace of Storms as soon as possible."
"Well then, I should get going again." Verephos began mounting his cael'quas. "I leave the fort at your command this time, Kul'Ranis. Keep my men safe until I arrive."
His aide nodded. "I will."
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While the aerial space between the floating cities was open for flying, transportation above them was prohibited for everyone except patrolling Wardens. Not only this rule was caused by the concern for confusion in the air, but Windweavers also reckoned that flight should not be the primary mode for the mages' transportation, lest everyone will get lazy and refrain from walking outside at all. Verephos, apparently, was of the same opinion; besides, he knew that his mount needed rest after the long trip to the Observers. Thus, when coming to Aethereum's capital, Pretiston, the Arch-Warden chose not to use his title and instead dismounted the cael'quas.
The capital city of the Windweavers' country was indeed magnificent. Verephos passed enormous cathedrals, devoted to the god of thunder, Ton'Trus; expansive and bustling marketplaces with goods from the land below Aethereum, as well as those imported from the nations of Earthdwellers and Hydromancers; grand living districts, with wide streets and tall houses. All edifices were brightly reflecting the sunlight from their white marble surface. However, everything paled before the beauty of the Palace of Storms that towered over Pretiston at the far edge of the platform that held the capital. Its giant domes and elegant towers rose high in the sky and were seen from any point in the city, and enchanted lightning played across the walls, illuminating the air around the Palace.
Not so far from it, Verephos shortened his path by walking through an industrial district that was partially covered by smoke from forges and factories. At some point, he entered a dark alley that did not get much sunlight at that time of day due to that smoke and uneven height of the buildings. The air felt a little bit stale, and Verephos coughed a few times while walking alone on the cobblestone pavement.
Then, he felt a sudden shift of air behind him.
Turning around, Verephos saw no one, but now clearly heard a swooshing sound to his side. Rotating to his left, he spotted a slight motion in the corner of his eye, but then the alley seemed empty again. I must be going paranoid now. The Arch-Warden continued to walk, hastening his pace a little bit.
And then, in a flash, a blow came from above.
Hearing the sound of a descending knife cleaving the air over his head, Verephos quickly rolled to the right at the last moment and whirled around to meek the attacker face to face. His adversary was clad in black leather armor with a hood that covered his face. Only his eyes gleamed from the hood's darkness, and they were full of cold hatred, as the assassin advanced on Verephos.
The latter drew his own sword and parried the next strike, immediately counterattacking. But the assassin jumped away with innate agility and flicked his gloved fingers, casting a spell that covered the entire street in an impermeable fog. Verephos was left blind in darkness as he was spinning around, predicting the direction of the next attack.
He felt a mass shift to his left, and positioned his sword just in time to block the dagger's path. Seconds later, a lightning bolt flew at him from his right, and Verephos put his hand up to conjure a magical ward that absorbed the spell. The strikes and spells continued, and Verephos realized that he would get tired at some point, and the assassin would get the better of him. Thus, he drew from his powers and conjured a large ball of cracking energy between his palms, slightly squeezing it and then immediately releasing it.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.02.03 23:38:00 -
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The resulting blast shook the alley and filled the fog with lightning. Verephos heard a shout, and then the smoke cleared, revealing the assassin that laid motionless on the ground. Next to him, Verephos noticed an emblem of the Purifiers, a silhouette of a crystal white human head. Noticing a few Wardens, who descended on the alley with their cael'qui, alerted by the blast, Verephos briefly told them that the dead man tried to assassinate him. Recognizing him as the Arch-Warden, the guards pledged to investigate the case, while Verephos hurriedly went towards the Palace of Storms, silently cursing the Purifiers, the disease, the civil war, everything.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
153
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Posted - 2014.02.06 22:50:00 -
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-----OOC-----
Oh Brutus!!!
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
2257
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Posted - 2014.02.07 00:38:00 -
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Apologies all, been trying to save an old (2009-2012) project on another forum that's currently on the doorstep of death at the moment. If the big wigs are willing to revive it, it'll be glorious. The forum, by the way (and I'm sure most of you will be interested), is found at http://www.legendfire.com/
Writing forum. It's absolutely amazing. My display name is Mhizzing, I have only a few posts on it even though I joined ages ago, the majority of my threads were in the world-building project I just mentioned which disappeared (hence me heading off to try save it), it's probably on the wiki (the project was so insane we needed a wiki), if I can get the right people to spark it back to life you guys are all invited. Feel free to trawl through the archives and gazillions of words that make up the main forum in the mean time. It'll probably give you a bajillion ideas for our thread here too.
"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
2257
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Posted - 2014.02.07 12:13:00 -
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http://ashenmyth.wikispaces.com/
Read, my friends. READ! It is much more detailed than ours but one drawback is that the more complex the world becomes, the more rules we as writers must follow when adding new content/modifying current content.
If you by any chance wish to join this project, sign up on Wikispaces and then for membership on the Ashenmyth wiki. Say you're a buddy of Mhizzing, and they should be happy to allow you to begin editing/adding content.
IMPORTANT: Tags are very important in organising the wiki, and there is one in particular I must inform you of (if you wish to participate in the project. Not forcing anyone.): the "Idea Forge" tag MUST be applied to all new content you wish to introduce to the world until it is debated and discussed and changed enough for the admin (Bird) to accept it into the canon.
Oh, and Conyr's training has been very rigorous...
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... Okay I'm not just going to leave it at that. Post coming SOON (no Gäó)
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
153
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Posted - 2014.02.07 20:50:00 -
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Jesus Christ that is spectacular. I don't even know what to say. This is a great thing you have here.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.02.08 07:10:00 -
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OOC: I'm humbled. Can we at least get on with this?
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2014.02.08 10:50:00 -
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OOC: Don't count me out so quickly! My brain could only handle so much reading in a day and I've had to allocate a lot of it to my studies. And need I remind you all that both I and Galrick disappeared for a long time before our triumphant returns? Xavier will come back.
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Belatedly, Alixenus finally caught up upon one of the many desert-bred Horses that Sandromin had had to wisdom to bring with the Caravan. To Alixenus it seemed a strange thing in comparison to a thoroughbred Venezzian charger: So slight in stature and a short face, even its sandy colour was new to him. Still, that didn't deter him. Pulling up alongside Sandromin he readied a Spear from a pouch on the side of the Horse.
"What did you get me out of bed for? Are we under attack again so soon?" |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
119
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Posted - 2014.02.10 20:55:00 -
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(Ooc) oh god where am I. Sorry everyone I've been really busy lately with stuff and things. But I'm back! Sorta! I'll have a post up by Wednesday!(ooc)
Ps. It's my birthday today, WOOOOH! |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
119
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Posted - 2014.02.12 23:09:00 -
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The giant just tilted his head as he stared at the vault door.
"Well Brutus?" Franklin mused behind his companion.
Brutus still started. Trying to concentrate on makeing the door, something other than a door. In all honesty he didn't"5 really understand the fundamentals of this magik. It was strange and too scientific for his liking.
"Brutus? Are you alright?" The giant still stared intently at the door.
"Perhaps we should-" the snake started, but Franklin quickly quieted him.
Brutus kept trying to focus. He kept thinking of sand and dirt. But he felt nothing. Saw nothing. Finally after what felt like hours of staring at the vault door the giant snapped. He started slamming his fists on the door with such vicious power that he began to feel his armor dent. Franklin and the snake tried to stop him but his anger was too much. He had defeated three, men of metal and countless foot soilders to be beaten by a door! The rage he was having was not the blood lust he had beaten, but that of a defeated man. He kept hammering on the vault...until one of his hits stuck. He stopped, pulling back his fist he saw something odd. Yellow sand was in a fist shaped hole now, among the minor dents of the vault.
"I'll be damned... He did it..." The giant slowly turned to his friends, before giving a laugh and continuing his onslaught.
Sand flew with every blow as hit after hit left hole after hole. The giant had learned magics.
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
155
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Posted - 2014.02.17 01:59:00 -
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That's it, no more! This goes for all of us. I feel like this thread is slowly dying and we're doing little to help it. I remember when we'd have multiple posts in the same day. Now we have days, sometimes a week between responses. I don't want this thread to die. I don't want this story to just wither away into nothingness. I want to keep going, to have an adventure, to laugh, to cry, to have fun. I can't keep procrastinating, none of us can. If we maintained our pace of yesteryear we'd be passed page 150 by now and be well into the 2000 posts. Come on guys. We've got to revive this threadnaught!
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.02.17 16:44:00 -
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OOC: Where's Sandromin? We should've set out long ago.
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
369
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Posted - 2014.02.18 00:03:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Where's Sandromin? We should get a move on with the kraw.
@Thanatos, this has all got to do with free time. Let's make an organized effort to post during spring break, maybe.
Dem Baseball Seasons. I'm working on the post from before though, so let me edit it. Then I'll just copy/paste it here.
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
369
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Posted - 2014.02.22 04:03:00 -
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Hm...
Needs more...
Flair.
>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 - 2014.02.22 22:32:00 -
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"I'll be honest; that was a pathetic attempt."
"It was never meant to succeed in the first place."
"Wait, what...?"
"If Verephos had to die, he would be already dead. However, we have a better plan in store for him."
"Really? And what plan did you come up with now?"
"You will see soon enough."
"You know that he is coming to the Palace, right?"
"Precisely why he is still alive."
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Verephos now was getting closer and closer to the Palace when he bumped into what appeared to be thin air. Immediately recognizing a magical barrier, he closed his eyes and spread his arms, feeling the barrier under his palms. Finally having found a weak spot, he pressed on it with both hands and, using a considerable amount of his abilities, opened a door for him to enter. Curious to see something that was meant to be concealed right under the Emperor's nose, Verephos decided to get inside the barrier.
He instantly realized why the barrier was put up. Cries of pain and calls for help echoed everywhere inside the invisible dome, clearly emanating from the center of the sound-reflective field. Hurrying in the direction of the cries, Verephos soon found himself on a large square, witnessing an atrocity the likes of which he had never seen before. The square was filled with Windweavers in pure white robes and armor that surrounded a smaller group of kneeling men in the middle. The kneeling ones wore nothing but rags and runed handcuffs that held their arms tightly behind their backs. Next to them, a man of high stature was standing on a podium and delivering a fiery speech, inciting his fellow Purifiers to gather arms and march on the Warden's Fort again. Below him, a few of the Purifiers were slowly circling around the prisoners and seldom lashed their lightning whips at the latter men's bloody backs. Verephos overheard from a distance one of the onlookers tell another, "They've been roundin' 'em up from the entire district ever since the barrier has been put up. Damn right, I say, this is much easier than going to each and every house and killing these Unworthy bastards one by one."
That was enough for Verephos. Hearing another insult toward the Afflicted Ones from the Purifiers' leader, Verephos forcefully stepped closer to the middle of the square, and his voice boomed under the magical dome, "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
All heads suddenly turned at the newcomer. The leading Purifier squinted and recognized the speaker as the Arch-Warden. A fleeting emotion of surprise flew across his face, but then he regained his composure. "Ah, welcome, sir Verephos. Nothing to see here, really. We're just making Aethereum a better place, one district at a time."
"I didn't come here to play games," Verephos replied angrily. "You will release these people at once and go home yourselves."
"And what makes you think that?" the Purifier smirked. "You are alone, and so we may do as we please. You should be thankful you're still alive, in fact. We only want to get rid of the Unworthy." With these words, he nodded at one of the whip-carriers, and the latter struck the nearest Afflicted so hard that he fell on the ground and never got up.
"And that's where you are mistaken." In a quick motion, Verephos extended his both hands and flung two lightning bolts, one at the impudent speaker, and another at the executioner. The spells hit their targets squarely in their chests and delivered fatal shocks to their hearts. The two men were sent flying by the impacts, and their bodies collapsed on the edge of the crowd.
A moment of silence hung above the square. Then Verephos eyed the gathering and proclaimed, "If you don't want Wardens that are waiting my command to enter to do the same thing to all of you, you will release these prisoners and go home immediately."
Moved by the sudden attack and Verephos' bluff, the leaderless Purifiers were sent in disarray as some tried to unlock the handcuffs, while others looked for shelter, expecting an assault from the unseen Wardens. Soon, all Afflicted Ones except one were standing on their feet, rubbing their wrists and feeling their backs for scars and wounds. Besides them, the square was empty. Verephos stood in incredulity, unwilling to believe that he almost witnessed a massacre in the middle of the capital and that this entire mass of hostile men believed his words. He suggested to the men that were taken out of their homes to report their ordeal to the Wardens that were patrolling other parts of the city, and the Afflicted Ones heartily thanked Verephos for saving them from the humiliation and possible death. A few of them, crying, picked up and carried the dead prisoner's body with them.
Verephos looked at the leaving procession, and a new kind of feeling swelled in his soul. He realized that the magic-less Windweavers were utterly helpless against the zealous Purifiers, and that it would be a very difficult thing to protect them from such expressions of hostility and hatred like the one Verephos just dispersed. Nonetheless, he thought, the Observers will fix this situation soon enough with the cure they are working on.
With these hopeful thoughts, Verephos continued his trek to the Palace of Storms, and soon enough he found himself standing on the stairs leading up the main gates of the palace. The guards nodded at him with respect, and he entered at once, ready to deliver the news of the cure and the grim wrongdoings to the Emperor.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
119
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Posted - 2014.02.26 20:53:00 -
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(Ooc) OKAY THIS IS RIDICULOUS! I've been gone for 2 WEEK and next to no one ( Nexhawk excluded) Posted anything. I would but I have no character open. I get that things come up in life but this thread, this STORY is dying. Every word will be forgotten, every character will be lost. And our story will die. Step it back up people someone write about the giants lands, or Thanatos continue the rescue. Just some one( again, Nexhawk you posted the other day) write something daily.(ooc) |
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