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    The onmyoji bowed in deference to the Lucavi before answering it’s query. “I seek,” He said, his voice even timbred. “To accomplish that which my ancestors could not...to subjugate those who encroached upon our land.” Rising to his full height, the dark haired figure spread his arms and gestured to the vast horizon stretching behind him. “I would reclaim my land, great Lucavi and once more return it to the olds gods who once saw fit to grace it with their presence.” The name mentioned was foreign to Genbu, yet it stopped him in his tracks. The weight of it bore down on him and prompted him to catch his breath and regroup. His limbs felt weak and stringy, but ached with the sensation of the power that still coursed through him and into the Lucavi. Releasing the creatures from his binds, Genbu folded his hands and nodded his head. “I do accept this pact, Lucavi.” His arms down at his side, the Onyoji raised his head to peer into the serpentine eyes bearing down on him. “And I will rid this land of the pretender king and his false god!”
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    "Lucavi..." The onmyoji said, his voice soft and seductive. He declared the title with all the sweetness of a long-lost paramour, aching for the touch of his beloved. "Blessed esper of time immemorial...I have found you, at last." Whatever fear permeated the area, grew tepid and died the moment it attempted to wrap its grip about the dark man's soul. Whatever the stench of this ancient beast, it poured off of him in droves--an eldritch ichor that seeped from every pore and slowly took shape into a palpable aura around his person. In much the same way words rolled off his honeyed tongue, that ancient ichor tumbled about his approaching form, shaping into tendrils and further solidifying into ebon chains that snaked closer and closer to the lucavi's form. Slithering in a close imitation of the Zolom's own movements, the chains coiled about the beast with all the tender grace of a lover's gentle touch. The beast would feel no pain--for the energy was its own (in some ways), if anything it might feel at home and at ease. "I," Genbu said, opening his arms broadly "Am but a humble servant of the Old Gods. That which the Abomination feasted upon after its arrival. That which birthed you..." These chains of love while a source of great comfort for the moment, could be turned into a source of absolute agony--a fact the Onmyoji was certain his reptilian colleague deduced in an instant. "Do you hunger now?" Genbu asked, feeding oceans of his energy into the beast in an attempt to sate its primordial hunger. "When my clan last walked the earth, my people were masters in the art of sealing, but even then--when we numbered as the stars above, only a scant few were born with the gifts I now possess. It is my purpose, oh great one, to guide you and your kind. I am called Genbu--The Black Tortoise and I am he who will conquer the world."
  3. unwelcome

    In many ways, he'd been rebelling his entire life. From the moment, the Masons declared him and his kin refugees within their own land, the war had begun. Alterion was large enough that pockets of Rebellion would always exist, and in this way his people thrived. A genocide had left them a minority of the populace, but their war raged on to this day. Forced to conduct one life for his captors and another behind closed door, Black Tortoise managed to survive and continue the struggle. As the men off in the distance met their gruesome end, Genbu studied the two men closes to him. That wealth of energy gathered within the pit of his being remained primed and ready for use, prompting the tall dark figure to reach out his fingertips, tendrils of crimson light in tow. "Disintegrate, you cur of mortality. Look upon your wretched self with horror and claw out your throat."#9 The spell took effect before the incantation was complete, engulfing the two soldiers' bodies in a dim red light, muscles seized, teeth clenched and two soldiers found themselves completely paralyzed. Exhaling a heavy sigh, Genbu dropped his hands and moved past the two men towards the commotion. "You know," Genbu said "Losing control doesn't have to be terrifying...some people consider it the ultimate thrill and pay good money for it in the Red Light District. Control is something of an interest of mine." If he was perturbed by the chaos up ahead, he did not show it. With head held high, Genbu walked into the blood bath.
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    The drunk appeared oblivious to the situation unfolding before him, for despite the warnings of the soldiers and the palpable tension in the air, he staggered forward towards the group. Earth and greenery crunched beneath his feet as he made his way up the hill, only barely seeing the kneeling figure the guards surrounded. Giving pause at this revelation, the man peered about the area. It was, he decided, as good a place as any for a man to meet his end. The picturesque city of Cosanastre stretched behind them--a monolith of beauty and order amidst the chaos of the wilds that surrounded them. The foliage of the forest at his front, the city at his back, and the fading sun slowly disappearing beyond the horizon. "The old folk that settled this land...long before the Masons and their forefathers came, used to say that the Sun died every night, only to be reborn each morning, put together by the light of the moon." The man let loose a loud huff, the trek up the hill having taken it's toll on him. Raising his arms above his head, the gangly figure tried to catch his breath. The men did not hear him, rather they did not care to, their focus was fixed intently on the man at their center. "They didn't fear death like so many today do, they saw it as a necessity another adventure they were tasked to endure by the gods." No doubt the men were all much to busy to mind the ramblings of some drunk wanderer--let alone pay any attention to the mass of energy that had begun to build within him. By the time the man's blade came down on Fox Blade, the façade of the drunk ceased to exist and Genbu dropped his hands to his side. "But death," Genbu said "Truly is just the beginning..."
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    Cosanastre and its underground network of tunnels were known to every man, woman and child within the boundaries of Alterion. With the nation's history of piracy and conquest, it came as no surprise that its capital, no matter how Holy or revered, played host to a network of tunnels and passages that stretched for miles beneath Alterion's surface. This was common knowledge a ditch digger in Terrenus could hear over a stale mug of ale or poorly performed fellatio. What remained a mystery, even to those within the nation's borders, was navigating the labyrinth of tunnels. One needed to be intimately familiar with the Masonic Higher Ups in order to know which passage ended where. How a lone man, drunk beyond all reason, stumbled out of the darkness of the tunnel (roughly fifty yards behind the guards) was anyone's guess. Though a short distance from the men, it was clear that the figure was tall--the lanky proportion of his limbs marked him as gangly. Garbed in dark robes, the man possessed the trappings of a standard wanderer of the realm, a simple satchel upon one hip and a jug of wine upon the other. The man's staggering came to an abrupt halt, along with whatever string of murmurings that plagued his lips. Standing upright, the dark clad fellow ran a hand down his rumpled robes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm...I'm am not...that is to say, I'm sober as an oak." Narrowing his eyes at the men, he raised his voice. "Does any among your ilk, my fine friends, possess the skills of a healer? I ran afoul of a rather economically priced young lady and it's been a week since I've had a clean piss." Despite his initial stutter, the man's focus persevered and allowed him to speak clearly and concisely his request for medical attention.
  7. Genbu

    ...keep those eyes open. ::birthright :: [first |last] ******| ******* To be revealed through story and interaction[alias] Genbu | Black Tortoise[race|nationality] hume technically | Alterion[status] s,nl[gender] ♂[dob] Unknown. [birthplace] Alterion, in what is currently called Izral[mother |father] Unknown | Unknown ::specs:: [age] 24visual | 30 actual[height] 6'1[weight] variable, [alignment] [hair] Ebon[eyes] Slate Grey [laterality] ambidextrous[skin] fair[condition] slim; athletic[voice] varies; favors a lilting, proper tone. ::armaments:: Genbu utilizes a myriad of for offense and defense. A comprehensive list of creations will follow. ::capabilities::