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Sandromin Hes Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 379	Posted - 2014.05.04 06:17:00 - [1801] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: OOC: Umm I hope this thread hasn't been abandoned. Nexhawk is here, I'm here. Sand, I don't want to have to reprimand you. Take a break from Counter-Strike and push this thing along. OOC: Sorry, been preparing for doomsday. Where was I? Oh yeah... Everything was dusty, to say the least. The yurt reeked of aging, as if the tent itself had survived several millennia of corruption. In the center of the yurt, there was a bowl full of i'wat, an ancient desert incense. The air was stuffy, full of the pungent smoke of the i'wat. Indeed, this was the yurt of a wiseman. As the scent wafted and saturated the atmosphere of the yurt, the wiseman next to the bowl raised his arm, gesturing for the diplomats to come and join him on the ground. Everyone sat around the bowl, Sandromin in particular across from the wiseman. On his knees, both were drawing the warm, familiar scents into their lungs. Since entering, Sandromin noticed that the elder was blind in one eye, apparent from is milky white hue; in fact, a scar ran down the length of his right eye, hinting at past conflicts this man had seen. His scales were a light green, specked with odd dark green and blue ones, and he was wrapped within a cloak of coarse wool from the goats known to roam the desert. It was apparent that he meant to say very little until introductions were made. And as such, he pointed over to Sandromin and began: "It is you again, young hatchling. You have grown much in the years since then, but my eye does not deceive me; you, you are the king of those who call themselves the Men of the Sand. You... are Sandromin. It has been awhile indeed. So tell me, who are these men around the i'wat? Have them introduce themselves, starting with him," began this yet nameless kraw, pointing to Nexhawk. "Yes, introduce yourself to this old split tongue; tell Tw'gren-ha about yourself," mused Sandromin. >A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior... Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.05.04 19:51:00 - [1802] - Quote Nexhawk glanced at Sandromin with a look of impatience and then turned back to the wiseman, beginning his tale. "My name is Nexhawk, the Hawk of Burning Death. I am the leader of a people named Ashborn, who are foreign to this continent. We came to Mediterra not so long ago whilst fleeing from our home on the continent of Praecantaria. My nation was almost utterly destroyed by a rival empire, and I gathered the few survivors that remained in order to cross the ocean and find a new place to settle in. Temporarily, I hope," he shifted uncomfortably on the ground, "for I am currently in search of an artifact that is rumored to help my people come home again." With these words, he nodded to the rest of his companions, indicating that his introduction to Tw'gren-ha was complete. "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Sandromin Hes Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 379	Posted - 2014.05.09 19:46:00 - [1803] - Quote OOC: You're all lazy. ALL OF YOU. Do something interesting. Or else I will! >A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior... Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
Alixenus ISF Marines 111	Posted - 2014.05.14 10:47:00 - [1804] - Quote THE WINGED LION RETURNS! _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Alixenus, having little tolerance for awkward silences, spoke next. "I am Lord Alixenus, son of Alesander. Hero of the Venezzian Republic by my own might,", he was reciting the traditional formal introduction Venezzians used in diplomatic situations, which usually included every single title the person in question had earned. ",and supreme leader of its inexhaustible armies by the will of the Gods. The Hammer of the undead, Bane of Pirates..." He glanced sideways at the others and realised he should stop the list there. He cleared his throat and continued "We live in a vast city to the North West and make our living by trading and fishing across the seas. I am here to aid these men, and machine on their mission" He bowed his head to the Wise man and waited for the next person to speak. _______________________________________________________________ Now that I've finally crawled my lazy ass out from under a pile of University work I'll be writing another Giant lands post soon.
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.05.15 02:46:00 - [1805] - Quote //OOC: Woo, now that makes four of us! But we still need to somehow reach out to others (Vyzion, Galrick, Brutus, etc.)... Can anyone possibly do that? //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.05.16 00:54:00 - [1806] - Quote OOC: I don't know any of their PSN names. I need Brutus to come back so I can continue on. Thanatos can't join you guys until he finds Brutus, and Brutus needs to find Sara. Seriously Brutus, tell me you're here and I'll go ahead and continue on... "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.05.16 02:27:00 - [1807] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: OOC: I don't know any of their PSN names. I need Brutus to come back so I can continue on. Thanatos can't join you guys until he finds Brutus, and Brutus needs to find Sara. Seriously Brutus, tell me you're here and I'll go ahead and continue on... //OOC: Try using Dust by searching their character names and this finding out PSN. I would do it myself if I had more free time now, but I think it should work. //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.05.16 20:05:00 - [1808] - Quote I... uninstalled Dust just the other day. "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.05.17 03:33:00 - [1809] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: I... uninstalled Dust just the other day. //OOC: Well, that's one unfortunate coincidence. But I got some time this weekend to sit down and sift through the characters, so hopefully more people will be back. //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.05.27 01:37:00 - [1810] - Quote //OOC: Well, some things prevented me from doing this last week, so I'll wipe the dust off my PS3 tomorrow and turn it on to look for our missing comrades. Meanwhile... //End of OOC\\ Several days after Verephos' pledge to the plot to return Aethereum to its former glory, a call was issued for every Afflicted One in the empire to present themselves before the Palace of Storms in three days. The order, stamped by the Arch-Warden's symbol, was distributed to every city, and every detachment of Wardens had to make sure that all Afflicted Ones would make it safely to the capital. Naturally, there was organized resistance from the Purifiers, but some of them reckoned that the Emperor finally decided to get rid of all the dead weight of the country and exile or execute all powerless citizens. O, how mistaken they were! On the night before the indicated day, a lonely figure appeared on the edge of the platform that supported the Warden's Fort. The figure headed straight toward the graveyard that was built for the victims of the Battle at the Warden's Fort, the event that commenced the civil war. The cemetery held thousands of bodies and was extensively large. The main tower of the fortress overlooked the graveyard, and everything that happened there would be readily seen from above. But not tonight. The hooded person, realizing the complication, waved its hand in the tower's direction, and the edifice became enveloped in fog as dark as the night itself, obscuring all vision from within. Next, the stranger reached into the bag that he carried on his shoulder and procured a small and unassuming goblet. That goblet was set upon the pedestal that bore a sentence acknowledging the fallen, and the shadowy figure raised his hands, muttering an incantation. Immediately, the sky above the cemetery lit up with ethereal green hues that formed a cloud. The fiendishly looking air mass brought forth a lightning storm of the same color, and lightning began to strike each grave on the cemetery. Once a grave has been hit, an orb of green energy left it and soared towards the goblet, eventually sinking into it and filling the vessel with what looked like a viscous liquid. However, despite the caster's intent, there was but one other person that saw what has been happening. Kul'Ranis, the Arch-Warden's aide, was still patrolling the area around the main tower when he saw the lightning. Coming to investigate, the Windweaver was appalled at seeing a stranger desecrate the graves of the victims of the civil war. "Stop right there, vile necromancer!" he bellowed. The unknown figure turned around and chuckled. "Necromancer? Oh, but I am far from that." The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and yet Kul'Ranis pressed on. "I don't know what you're planning to do with these dead men, but it cannot be for good!" With these words, he conjured and hurled a lightning bolt at the shadowy silhouette. The latter reached for the goblet and summoned an orb identical to those that filled the cup, and it unfolded into a shield. Blue lightning struck against green mist, and despite not being harmed, the impact forced the trespasser to stumble. His hood fell off his head, and Kul'Ranis gasped. "Arch-Warden!" Verephos' eyes, now with a shade of green, twinkled as he replied, "Kul'Ranis, I wish no harm to you. Step aside, and let me finish what I came here to do." "Whatever it is," Kul'Ranis questioned with a shaky voice, "I will not allow you to disturb the peace of the dead. Stop this unholy ritual at once!" The Arch-Warden sighed. "So be it," he told his aide and gestured towards the goblet again. This time, another orb left the vessel and flew directly at Kul'Ranis. He summoned a gust of wind to deflect the bolt, but it did nothing. The ethereal projectile approached Verephos' aide quickly, and right before the blow he managed to spot... a face, twisted in agony in the middle of the orb. When the hit came, Kul'Ranis' body was enveloped in green fire that ravenously ate the Windweaver's flesh. Dead within seconds, his corpse collapsed on the platform before Verephos. He stared with sorrow at the heap of clothes and murmured, "It's for the best. I'm sure, if you knew... you would understand." With that, he pointed at the body, and another mass of transparent green energy exited its corporeal form. The soul of Kul'Ranis shrieked as it was forced into the goblet that was still standing on the postament. Verephos quickly stashed the cup into his bag and disappeared into the night, leaving the platform intact, save for a few scorched rags that once covered Kul'Ranis's figure. "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind

Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.05.28 00:25:00 - [1811] - Quote //OOC: I've sent out PMs to every member of this thread that is currently missing. Hopefully my inbox will receive some replies soon... //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.06.05 00:29:00 - [1812] - Quote //OOC: Come on, guys, we can't let this threadnaught fall into oblivion! Sandromin, did any of our missing colleagues friend you on Steam? If so, could you push them to become active again here? //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 119	Posted - 2014.06.08 16:03:00 - [1813] - Quote (Ooc) BACK I'm back! I have no idea what I'm gonna write yet, but I am back!(ooc)
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 119	Posted - 2014.06.08 16:05:00 - [1814] - Quote Brutus Pyrus wrote: (Ooc) BACK I'm back! I have no idea what I'm gonna write yet, but I am back!(ooc) Ps Thanatos continue! I don't quite remember what was happening.
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.06.09 03:34:00 - [1815] - Quote OOC: YAY! One down, that leaves Vyzion, Galrick and just maybe Xavier. Well tomorrow is E3 so I may not be able to respond. Maybe if I have only a little homework I can channel some of my excitement into a wall of text. "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.06.16 06:58:00 - [1816] - Quote [E3 Week is over and my last classes are later today. Although I have about 4 exams through the next week so studying will reach a new level of intensity(meaning I will actually study). Watch this space though, you may find a pleasant surprise between today and tomorrow.] "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion Final Resolution. 2288	Posted - 2014.06.18 14:03:00 - [1817] - Quote Present Day Standing atop his airship, gazing down at Dryde's dead body, Conyr trembled. The wind rose, howling, and strained against the sails, pulling the logipriest up and away. Finally, Conyr turned away and gazed towards the boundless sky, alone but now far from the helpless young boy he used to be, never to set foot upon the giant plateau ever again. Later, Conyr would vividly relive his time on the plateau in both his dreams and nightmares, and if anyone asked him about it, his eyes would darken and he would mumble to himself, strangely, about dragons. Previously... -:- Part One: Hatchling -:- A week into Conyr's training "Punch me." Dryde stood with his knees bent and legs wide apart, hands fists by his sides. The man's torso was covered in blood. Conyr stood panting before the man, knuckles bleeding. The cave they were in was bathed in flickering light from torches suspended around its sides. Dark tunnels led off in different directions, but one was had faint light entering from it; the exit. "I... I can't." "Heal yourself." Conyr slowed his breathing and willed his heart to calm. Dryde grinned. "Good, now you just have to do that without closing your eyes, lest your enemies use your blindness to inflict damage you can't heal." Annoyed, the logipriest opened his eyes and wiped the blood off his fists, observing the taut green skin underneath. Then he himself crouched, pulled his fist back, and threw himself into another punch. It felt like he was striking the solid wall of the cave. His freshly healed skin split, and more of his blood spattered onto Dryde's chest. Conyr stifled a yell, and turned away to prepare another attempt, letting out his frustration with a long exhalation. "I notice you're learning to control your girly screams." Conyr spun and launched his shoulder into Dryde, and both fell surprised when logipriest finally moved the bigger man. Conyr rolled off quickly and rose again, flowing smoothly into crouched stance. Dryde on the other hand just laughed on the ground. "But not the emotion behind those screams." For the past week Dryde had subjected Conyr to a gruelling physical regime, spending nearly half a day or even longer simply sparring. Initially Dryde had simply sat back and taught him how to move; only recently had he begun getting involved himself. Conyr's endurance was being pushed to the limits, even with his natural regenerative powers. Roe walked in now, and wrinkled her nose at the metallic tang of blood that suffused the stuffy air of the cave. She ducked into a tunnel and promptly returned with two buckets of water, and these she slammed down by Conyr and Dryde before turning her back on them. The two males groaned, and picked up the buckets, stretching as they exited through the light tunnel and doused themselves. Then they returned, stinking less like sweat and blood, and the three sat in a triangle. Dryde towered over the other two, back erect, still emanating strength as prepared the lesson for the second half of the day. "We aren't doing letters today, Roe. We tussled for a bit longer today so I just want to use the remaining time to have a chat with the boy." The girl nodded and walked through to her room. Conyr blinked at the change of routine. For the past week he had been reading and writing with Roe, and learning about random topics that Dryde seemed to select at whim. The former was something Dryde insisted he had to do despite displaying adequate literary skills from his childhood. Vyzion was the one to initially establish such education in the tribes. Such a thought made Conyr's heart pang with longing for home. "So, kid. It's been a week now of me pushing you to your physical limits. Any questions?" "You told me you would teach me how to fly..." "And you believe this combat training helps?" "It isn't?" Thwack. "Don't answer my questions with questions." "You asked me to ask questions!" Thwack. "Don't be insolent, boy." Conyr cursed as he rubbed his head. Dryde grinned. "Well, there is a purpose." He stood up and, towering over the sitting logipriest, and began pacing around Conyr in a small circle. Suddenly he fired up. "How do I teach YOU, a mere boy, how to fly some of the most complex craft in this world?" Conyr began to retort but was cut off as Dryde spoke again. "How do I instill the knowledge of the skies, how the winds affect you, how the winds affect each other, how to use the clouds to hide yourself, ride storms with relative ease, and survive tempests?" "How do I give you the skills necessary to keep yourself alive in those conditions, to know the craft inside and out, to navigate it to safety, to know when it needs to be taken to safety?" "How can I trust you to care for the craft like it's your own kin?" Dryde stopped circling and stopped in front of Conyr once more. "How can I do all that in a few weeks?" Conyr broke in. "Why do we only have a few weeks?" Dryde's face was grim. "I sense it, boy. Times are changing fast." "How do you even know all of this, you live in a cave." Conyr braced himself for the blow but none came. He stole a glance up at his mentor. Dryde was gazing up at the rough ceiling, hands folded, a strange glint in his eye. "You'll figure it out. Lets have some dinner, and I'm expecting answers to those questions eventually, boy." "When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion Final Resolution. 2288	Posted - 2014.06.18 14:08:00 - [1818] - Quote -:- Part Two: The Wingless Dragons -:- 10 days into Conyr's training "What are we doing?" "You're about to find out." "How to fly?" Thwack. "No. Stop interrupting. Tonight we're doing history." Dryde held up the leatherbound book from which he was attempting to read from; the only book in his abode. Roe had only begun to learn her letters when she found Conyr and led him to this strange burrow (on top of the giant plateau, in a strange land, with war being waged below), but she had learnt fast. She was sitting next to Dryde, reading silently as logipriest and man argued, whilst Conyr sat in front of him. Presently, Conyr laid back on the bare floor, worn smooth by the last 10 days of intense sparring. They had just had dinner, and usually this time was the only time Dryde wasn't physically or mentally challenging Conyr. Dryde scowled and turned back to the book. "Anyway. Dragons are extremely d-" yes, boy?" "Dragons aren't history, they're myths." A sigh, a 'thwack!' and a yelp. "As I was saying: "dragons are extremely dangerous mythical creatures, depicted as fire-breathing, scaly creatures with the ability to fly on huge leathery wings." Dryde paused. "This isn't about mythical creatures, however." Conyr opened his mouth and Dryde kicked his shins. The logipriest winced and shut up. "Rather, this is an account of a handful of people who, through their extraordinary airborne feats and even sometimes their personal qualities, have come to be known as "The Wingless Dragons". Dryde paused again and surveyed his pupils. Roe was following along. Conyr was now attempting to remain nonchalant, but his whole body was taut and anyone could see he was holding his breath; already the boy was riveted. We may make some progress yet, thought Dryde wryly. "A brief introduction. The Wingless Dragons were men or women, either or neither, of any and all races, who in their golden age, ruled every inch of Dustia's skies. It begins with the burning desire to take wing, so strong it enflamed even those around them. Restraining, attempting to prevent them from rising to their rightful domain, has been attempted. Corresponding to these attempts are accounts of utter destruction and misery for the captors. They would rather die than be restricted from what they believed was their birthright. Many did. Those that conquered the obstacles between them and the sky became legends; wingless dragons. In the skies, it is said that they had no equal. Whilst many did not know about each other and indeed lived lives without seeing one another (the skies are vast), they were united by the common goal to rule the winds. The craft they piloted were their wings, some as light and graceful as a curving beam of sunlight, some designed as floating fortresses, and countless designs in between. Their reign came to an end shortly before my lifetime. It is said after a while, seeking ultimate dominance, they began fighting each other. It is said they met their match when some chartered skies that no mortal was ever meant to chart. Whatever the case, the wingless dragons simply vanished in a matter of days." Conyr stared. The ache in his heart burned just as Dryde described it. I could be one of them. The logipriest's head reeled with grand schemes of adventure and exploration. Dryde continued reading. "The stories of each individual can be found in this book. I have attempted to record their lives with as much accuracy as possible, but as is such with these undertakings I cannot guarantee truth throughout. However, I recommend reading through these tales nevertheless. Whilst most if not all of the Wingless Dragons have died as of writing this, suffice it to say that those affected by their actions will, like a burn inflicted by dragon-fire, always remember it. I have written this because I believe it is important to the future generations to understand how and why." He shut the tome and gazed at the boy. "I hope you're still thinking about those questions I asked you a few days ago, boy." Then he said something very strange. "Because the end fast approaches." Roe blinked and looked up, and Conyr frowned. Their tutor laughed. "Sleep, that is. The end of all thought." Roe and Conyr exchanged glances. Both shrugged and headed to their respective rooms. They walked side-by-side for a moment, silently; 10 days in the same cave being tutored by this strange man meant they were comfortable in each others' presence, but they didn't talk much. Roe usually would head out onto the plateau whilst the males were sparring in the first half of the day, and Dryde expected full attention when he taught whatever he felt like in the second. Conyr, however, had a burning question about that book. "Hey, Roe." They both stopped, and she turned to him, eyebrows raised. Conyr continued. "Did you see who wrote that book?" Roe frowned for a moment, then shook her head. Conyr sighed. "Darn." They continued on. "When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion Final Resolution. 2288	Posted - 2014.06.18 14:10:00 - [1819] - Quote OOC: Hi guys. "When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.06.19 02:36:00 - [1820] - Quote //OOC: Wow, the crew is getting back! It's great to have you with us again, Vyzion and Brutus. Sorry for my absence during these two weeks, the preparation for the finals took most of the time. I'll try to write another post in the Windweavers' story as soon as possible. //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind

Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 119	Posted - 2014.06.19 03:02:00 - [1821] - Quote (Ooc) HI! Vyzion conyr's the giants lands right? Also, I'm bored so I'm going to write. (Ooc) The canyon still stank of blood and decay. The amount of death was staggering. Bodies and wrecks of ships littered the ground. Karvath , a youngish ranger, stood atop a small mound of said dead. He sighed sadly at the amount of carnage. "Taking in the lovely sights I see." A fellow ranger called from a few meters away. "That's not distasteful to say. Not like hundreds died mere hours ago." Karvath had seen one of his close friends torn in two by an undead giant. Organs and blood flung about in every which way as his brother in arms died. And only moments later a wayward shot from an airship obliterated the giant. The brutality of the situation was unnerving, to say the least. "We all die. It's inescapable." The odd ranger waved his hand dismissively at Karvath. "That doesn't make death any more pleasant." "No, but it makes it more acceptable." Karvath thought on this for a moment, before shaking the idea from his head. "Just because you accept it doesn't make it beautiful. Or lovely like you said." "And why not?" The odd ranger asked quizzically, like it should have been obvious all along. Karvath just stared at the odd ranger before answering. "But the person is gone forever. Dead." The odd ranger shrugged. "In this day and age, death is a preference. Even the dead have a better kill to loss ratio than the living. And they don't feel pain it seems. Just rage. And that's if they're feral." "You are abyssal company." The odd ranger just shrugged. "You want have to deal with me for long. I'll be leaving soon." Two soft thunks sounded in the direction of the ranger behind Karvath. Karvath looked towards the ranger. The blood left his face when he saw that the ranger was lying on the ground. An expelled breaker was clutched in his hand and blood was slowly pooling around him. (Ooc) yup still depressing. (Ooc)
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.06.19 06:18:00 - [1822] - Quote OOC: Fine, no more procrastinating. I won't let you all go on without me. The trio's long ascent up the staircase had given them time to prepare. Lord Haversham awaited them, performing who knows what kind of atrocities on the poor Sara. As they reached the doors at the top they feared what they might see. Slowly Narrett eased the handle, pushing the door open. The slow, haunting creaking from the old, worn entrance sent chills down his spine. When it was finally open, he almost couldn't believe what he saw. The room had been torn apart. Corpses lay scattered around the room, bloody and torn apart. Most notably was the corpse of, Vergil Haversham himself. His body lay at the center of the room, his head no where to be found. What was most haunting however was the sight of Sara. Coiled in corner covered in blood, her golden hair was now silver, her skin was pale and her irises were pink, the sclera surrounding them was completely black. She was covered in blood. All of a sudden she began whimpering, and whimpering became shrieking. She looked in complete terror at some invisible threat. Narrett rushed toward her side to calm her, but then stopped. He fell to his knees, eyes in shock at what he saw before him. Blood from the corpses around the room began to rise from the ground, swirling around in a circular motion before forming an orb. The orb then took the shape of a boy, one he had never seen before. Brutus and Franklin followed swiftly behind, but they could not see the figure made of blood, staring directly at the silver haired siblings. The figure glared with utter disgust, then it began to scream at them, as if they were a single person. The screams seemed to echo within their ears, his words drawn out like those of a phantom. "LIONUS, YOU TRAITOR! YOU WOULD KILL ME? It was supposed to be us. You were supposed to be my real family, not them! NO NO NO NO NOOO! YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER ONE, A DECEIVER, A LIAR! You think I don't see what lies within you. YOU'RE A MONSTER! A vile demon from the cold abyss!?! Is that why you betray me, is this your nature!?! We were both cursed, that is why we were meant to be brothers! How could I be so wrong. Everyone I know is like this. But you, you are truly evil. YOU ARE A MONSTER." The two siblings began to hyperventilate, unable to let the screams of terror escape their throats. Franklin and Brutus tried their best to wake them, but to no avail. They were forced to hear the screams of the demonic boy forged from blood. "DO YOU HEAR ME LIONUS NOXAS III!?! Was it my sister? You love her more than me?" The demon was silent for a moment. "It's her! Anastasia? Not me? Not me? Not me? NOT ME NOT ME NOT ME NOT ME NOT ME!?! YOU MONSTER! YOU'LL KILL ME? KILL ME? KILL ME! DO IT! END THIS DESPAIR! CONSUME ME REAPER, FOR YOU'LL FIND YOUR ONLY COMPANY WILL BE MY HATRED! FOREVER AND EVER! FOREVER AND EVER!" With that the expression on his face was that of immense pain. He let out the most awful, blood curdling scream as his liquid body exploded. This, Franklin and Brutus did hear. Pure fear shot through them as they listened in horror to the scream. They saw the blood in room shoot with amazing force toward Narrett and Sara, whipping them against the wall. The wall behind them cracked as they plummeted to the ground unconscious. "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion Final Resolution. 2288	Posted - 2014.06.20 12:36:00 - [1823] - Quote -:- Part Three: Winged -:- The 11th day Conyr and Roe walked side by side, a few paces behind Dryde. The plateau stretched grey and empty to the horizon, and behind them it was the same. The sky was a dark blue, with small wisps of cloud marring its uniformity. A light breeze blew against them. "Do you know where he's taking us?" Roe shrugged at Conyr's question just as Dryde stopped. Conyr looked around but the landscape looked exactly the same as it was. Dryde, however, walked forward with both hands in front of him, until it looked like he was pressing against thin air. Then he balled his hands into fists, stepped back, and pulled back hard. Wooosh. It appeared as if the sky rippled away in his hands, and in its place was... an airship. Conyr was speechless. Roe was, despite having no interest in airships, still impressed. A thin streamlined bow broadening at the end where a cabin rose, with a staircase leading to the stern deck. Two dusty portholes lined the lower hull, and connected to sides of the stern deck was a segmented sail, fin-like. The fore deck seemed to be under some sort of folded canopy, which created a sort of tunnel. Thin lines ran from this canopy to the sides of the ship, and one to the protruding spear-like tip of the bow. It was quite small, 20 meters in length, and from the keel to the stern deck, its height was about 6 meters. The logipriest thought it was beautiful. Conyr was all but ready to leap on and take off, but Dryde turned and as soon as the two made eye contact, the logipriest held himself back. However, holding himself back was a mental struggle in itself, and during that internal clash Roe revealed the source of her interest. "Dryde, what did you pull off the ship?" The man showed her his open palms, and answered: "I pulled off your expectations." Roe frowned, and turned to Conyr. Veins were pulsing now in his forehead, such was the war inside of him of the pride not to let Dryde have the satisfaction of seeing him run to the airship like a child to a new toy, and the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to fly it anyway, against his raw yearning. Presently Conyr conquered himself, and gasped. He bent over and rested his hands on his knees, cheeks flushed a dark green from his exertions. Roe couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. The logipriest stood up straight and glared at her, but even then she couldn't stifle her giggles completely. Dryde smiled, evidently he too had been looking forward to the boy's reaction. "Alright, Captain," he began, slightly mockingly. Conyr turned his scowl on him. "Time to learn how to fly her." (OOC: I did some sketches if you want to have a look :P. My drawing isn't the best but hopefully it helps you imagine what I've described. And yes Brutus, I'm still at the land of the giants.) "When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.06.20 22:22:00 - [1824] - Quote OOC: ^^^^This guy, this guy up here never ceases to impress me ;) "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 119	Posted - 2014.06.21 04:10:00 - [1825] - Quote (Ooc) alright so I guess I should continue with Brutus.(ooc) The giants heart nearly stopped as the sibling fell from view. All that he had just fought for was now hurtling towards the earth. Two more people he had come to love were about to die. No. He would not let it happen this time. Too many had left him, too many were gone now. He would save these two, even if he must die. Mere moments after the wall cracked Brutus launches himself forward through the cracked barrier, and into the air out side. Even in all of his armor, with all of his mass, Brutus felt weightless. He would have bellowed with laughter had he not been so broken, angry and terrified. He could see the siblings far under him plummeting, spiraling. Brutus quickly aimed his head down and straightened his arms, he was now falling at a tremendous speed, and within a moment the siblings were within his reach. Without a second thought, Brutus grabbed them both and held them tightly to his chest. Brutus spun to his back to protect his friends and braced for the impact... But the fall was too great. Two incredibly loud noises sounded instantly. The sound of metal snapping with the force of a mountain slide and the sound of a spine splitting. Pain shot through Brutus, the most pain he had ever felt in his life. And then. Slowly the heart of the giant began to beat slower, and slower, and slower, his eyes, heavy began to close, and no matter how hard he fought. The battle to simply breath, became fierce. But some how as the giant, painfully lifted his head, he could see that while unconscious, bruised and beaten, that the siblings still drew breath. And for one final time, the giant smiled. His last thought drifting to Conyr. Hoping he was still safe. After his eyes shut his heart Soon followed. The giant had been slain. Brutus, was gone. And with him, the flame.
Alixenus ISF Marines 111	Posted - 2014.06.21 13:23:00 - [1826] - Quote [New post tomorrow]
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.06.21 21:10:00 - [1827] - Quote The day after Kul'Ranis was slain by Verephos in the Warden's Fort, the Afflicted Ones from all over Aethereum gathered on the square in front of the Palace of Storms. Speculative murmurs created an atmosphere of curiosity that permeated the crowd. Of course, there was also fear of a surprise attack by the Purifiers, but the square was lines with Wardens to prevent such an attempt. By the time the crowd's anticipation reached its apex, the doors of the palace's balcony opened, and the Emperor of Windweavers showed himself to the public. In a gesture of benevolent greeting, he spread his arms before the gathering and spoke. "My dear children! You have been victims of a tragic and terrible curse. You have unjustly incurred the hatred of selfish people known now as Purifiers. But fear not! for the time has come for you to shake off the curse's bindings and acquire such power that you have never dreamed of. Rejoice, for the gods themselves grant you their favor today!" After this short speech, the Emperor stepped back, and another figure appeared on the balcony. Nak'Sora, draped in the same black dress in which she appeared to Verephos earlier, approached the broad railings that bordered the balcony. She was carrying the same cup that Verephos had filled the night before with the souls of the fallen. Verephos himself walked a step behind her, sporting black cape and jacket with green embroidery that matched the tint in his eyes. Ethereal energy swirled and crackled around his arms as he folded them across his chest, watching the crowd below. Nak'Sora placed the goblet on the railings and lifted her palms above it. With a voice full of vigor, she cried, "Soulreapers, awaken!" The words seemed to have an effect on the goblet. The ghostly green liquid rose above its edges and split into countless minuscule orbs, which then went flying toward the Afflicted Ones. The gathered public gasped in unnerved surprise at the rapidly approaching projectiles. Some even tried to flee the square in panic. And then the first orbs coalesced with a few members of the crowd. Amidst the chaos that ensued, these few Windweavers stood in amazement, staring at their hands and bodies that started to glow with the same soul energy they just absorbed. Shouts of excitement echoed through the crowd when the realization of having gained magical powers back dawned upon the former Afflicted. But restoration of supernatural abilities needs to be done carefully. Is is similar to filling an empty vessel and keeping the liquid from flowing over the top. The magical energies absorbed by newly titled Soulreapers were too much for their minds, which had already forgotten the thrill of having immense power at one's command. Some of this power needed releasing, and so many of the Spulreapers chose to send ethereal lightning into the sky above the square. Soon enough, the Palace of Storms was enveloped in an emerald tempest. Verephos stepped closer to the balcony's edge and grasped the railings, leaning towards the crowd. "Soulreapers," he bellowed to the ecstatic Mer, "you now have magnificent power at your disposal. With its help, Aethereum will finally become what it was always destined for - an empire!" The crowd cheered, but Verephos wasn't done. "But you cannot be the bearers of our standard of conquest while our grand nation is still fractured. Insurgents still walk the streets of Aethereum, plotting to divide the empire and, in their blindness, thinking that your very existence is a blight on the land!" With such a force, he thought, the civil war will end in no time. His eyes twinkled, and Verephos dismissed the crowd. "You know what to do. Go, and bring glory to this empire!" "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion Final Resolution. 2289	Posted - 2014.06.22 13:44:00 - [1828] - Quote Brutus Pyrus wrote: The giant had been slain. Brutus, was gone. And with him, the flame. [OOC] BRUTUS? DON'T DO THIS TO ME, BRUTUS. BRUTUS, DAMNIT NO! -curls up and cries- [OOC] -:- Part Four: Taking Wing -:- 16 days into Conyr's training It was dawn, and Conyr stood on the stern deck of the airship with Dryde, staring at the place where a normal ship would have the captain's wheel. Not so with this ship. In it's place, on a pedestal that rose to about stomach height, rested a softly glowing stone. It was a rough thing, and if not for the unnatural pulsing light it emitted, Conyr would've thought it had just been a rock the size of a head. But emit strange light it did. The glow seemed weak but could still be seen as the sun rose and splashed orange over the airship. Conyr looked out from where he stood, over the bow and at the plateau. The sun had not touched its vast flatness yet, and the ground seemed to be a pale blue. Conyr imagined the dunes moving, swelling and crashing. He imagined the air to possess a salty tang. The stone began to glow brighter, and the airship shivered ever so slightly. Then suddenly his heart panged. Conyr gasped as tears leapt to his eyes, and the stone dulled to its original state. For a moment the logipriest stood, fists clenched tight by his sides, breathing hard. Something happened, just now. Something big. He raised a hand to massage his chest, trying to place the feeling. Then he felt a more familiar pain to his head. He winced and turned. Dryde was glaring at him. "You almost had it, boy! Then you go and start daydreaming." "I wasn't daydreaming I-" "I don't care. You lose concentration like that when you're actually flying and you'll send you and whatever god-forsaken crew members you manage to acquire to your deaths." "Yeah, well I hope my crew members ARE god-forsaken! The gods have done nothing for me!" Dryde grimaced. "That's enough. Repeat to me how the stone works." Since the airship was beheld to Conyr five days ago, Dryde had been teaching Conyr the mysteries of the stone that was embedded on the poop deck, and how it was essentially the key to getting the craft in the air. Conyr recited the key points now. "This stone is infused with magicks that make it obedient. The ship's hull is reinforced with the same material. Therefore the ship assumes it is in an environment imagined by its master." "Good enough. And who is its master?" "Whoever wants the ship the most?" "No. Remember this, even if you-" -thwack- "LISTEN! This is important. Even if you have an incredibly strong resolve to control the ship, that's not enough. You DON'T want to control the ship, you want to envisage the world around the ship. And you'll need an equally strong resolve for that. That's what the stone responds to." Conyr frowned, but nodded. Dryde sighed. "Look, why is the ship not moving right now?" Conyr repeated what Dryde had told him dozens of times over the last few days. "Because you believe the ground is the ground more than I believe the ground is an ocean." Roe popped up from the stairs leading up to the poop deck carrying a tray of food. She muttered, almost to herself, as she set the tray down: "Here's lunch. It sounds like you two are going crazy from hunger." She walked back down. Dryde laughed as he and Conyr picked up bowls of soup and some dark brown, almost black bread. "As crazy as you sound, you're right." For a moment they ate in silence. Conyr was still distracted by the strange twang he felt earlier, which now settled into a strange hollowness in his stomach. Even the food, simple but tasty nevertheless, didn't quash it. However, he forced his thoughts back to the recent days. It wasn't a question of his will, rather of his concentration. He had to maintain focus, but in a way that didn't require all his attention. He needed a part of him to be always thinking about the airship. "Dryde?" "Mmm?" "Why is this airship here?" The man finished his food, put the bowl back on the tray and stood up. Then he walked over to the railing on the side of the deck, and looked out. "I found it here when I found myself here. Although..." He paused. "Although...?" Conyr ventured. "Although I may know why it's here. You might too. Look around us, at the solid land. Yet-" "Yet it's easy to see as an ocean," the logipriest finished. "Exactly. A massive, frozen ocean." Conyr blinked. A massive, frozen ocean. His heart pounded and he smiled. It's not that I have to turn land into water, he thought. I simply need to unfreeze the ocean. He closed his eyes, and imagined the ship resting on a plain of ice. Then he felt the warmth of the sun, now fully in the sky, pressing against his skin, against the ice around him, warming, melting... And the ship dropped right into the ground until half the hull was submerged. Conyr opened his eyes and slowly stood up. Then his legs shook and he fell. There, on the poop deck of his airship, on all fours, Conyr felt the ship bobbing in the ocean of his own creation. He exclaimed excitedly as he shakily stood up on the unstable deck. "Dryde... Dryde I did it!" He looked at his mentor. Dryde was standing on the railing, and presently he leapt off. As his feet hit the ground, Conyr half-expected him to sink right into the 'ocean'. Instead, he landed on a solid surface with both feet. Conyr's concentration wavered, then was shattered, and the boat stopped rocking. He stood, dumbfounded, as Dryde walked up to the ship and patted the hull. "You best figure out how to do that again, boy. Or you're going to have to leave your poor ship half-stuck in the ground." "When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 161	Posted - 2014.06.23 03:37:00 - [1829] - Quote OOC: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Don't do this Brutus. I didn't realize I wrote "plummeted to the ground", I meant the floor. Oh no, what have I done!?! "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 450	Posted - 2014.06.23 10:32:00 - [1830] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: OOC: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Don't do this Brutus. I didn't realize I wrote "plummeted to the ground", I meant the floor. Oh no, what have I done!?! //OOC: If I have learned anything from fantasy fiction, that is not to trust that anyone is dead. Who knows, maybe Brutus already has a way planned to bring the giant back to life... //End of OOC\\ "An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral." Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind



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