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  1. Frostbinder

    The Peculiar Love Life of a Queen and a Prince

    “Charlie!” Reyna exclaimed, shaking her head at the festering hunk of meat that was now lying with its back against the wall. She couldn’t tell if she was more disappointed by its failure to identify Grant as a friendly, or how easily it had been felled by her lover. “I’m so sorry,” she gave Grant a flustered look, quickly relieving his hands of the pair of massive butchered arms. “He usually isn’t this aggressive. It must’ve been the smell. You’re the first living person I’ve brought down here.” Careful not the drag the delicately knitted flesh limbs on the floor, she waddled over to the abomination (Charlie) and reattached its limbs with a sickening ‘pop’. Clapping her hands together, a stream of water began pouring out from an invisible tap in front of her, following her orientation as she turned. Turning back to face her lover, she came back up to him and took his hands with her own, bathing their palms in the soothing liquid. “Charlie was my first prototype when I first began attempting to create abominations,” she pointed to the creature, which was now absent-mindedly grinning at thin air. “They’re rather interesting creatures, don’t you think? If you could ignore the smell, they’re kind of cute with that smile of theirs. They look so happy all the time!” Grant might’ve taken the time to realize that he, Reyna and Charlie were inside some sort of enclosed landing room. If he turned to his right, he would see the only exit leading out into a bazaar of sorts. Less than half a dozen undead denizens went about their business there. @danzilla3
  2. Frostbinder

    The Peculiar Love Life of a Queen and a Prince

    “Yes, indeed it was,” Reyna rolled her eyes in exasperation. “This way.” Tugging on his hand softly, the pair slid through rows of tables, sofas, bedding, and all sorts of things. Eventually. They encountered a small stairway hidden inside a table. It was like one of those optical illusions where the stairway was impossibly deep, and there seemed to be nothing behind the table that could allow for such a space to manifest. Such was the magnificence of the Tower. “Come,” she beckoned to him as she took a step into the stairwell, her body melting into the darkness. They would walk up for several floors in pitch black. Reyna hoped that Grant didn’t have a fear of the dark. When they had finally arrived at their destination, Grant would find light suddenly returning to his eyes, his feet resting on the cold stone floor. The staircase that had taken him here was nowhere in sight. The smell might’ve hit him before he saw it coming, but as he came to terms with his surroundings, a hulking abomination charged towards him with a pair of bloodstained cleavers. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWRRRR!!!” @danzilla3
  3. Frostbinder

    House of the Rising Sun

    “With a population this small, it will take a great deal of time to start up anything large,” Reyna stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Tech hubs, research centres, ports, even factories require a greater deal of manpower than what is available. Coupled with the fact that the citizens may harbor… trust issues after a run in with a tyrant king, we may have issues getting them to cooperate.” Turning now to her lover, she wasted no time in getting down to planning, “We should try to keep tabs on the locations of each individual citizen at all times. It will be extremely manageable, given how small the population is. While we’re doing that, we should try to speak to as many as we can. It will do us well if we are able to earn their support.” Money, wealth, luxuries, the estate had plenty of that. What it lacked, however, was sufficient daily necessities to give out to the people if they were in specific need of something. Commonplace items that had very specific niches such as hoes and ram saddles, for example, would be hard to obtain this far away from Hyperion. Money was virtually useless in this stage of city building. What they needed was a trading line. “Mother…” she began, the words sounding awfully unnatural on Reyna’s tongue. She cringed, although knowing full well that the Empress might have seen her do so. “There is one thing that I might ask of you. It would be exceptionally helpful if open trading routes were established between merchant cities and what will soon be Port Thea. The people will need access to a wider variety of goods. Furthermore, we can use what funds we have here to purchase the necessary for our initial build up.” She allowed Raveena a thoughtful pause. “Essentially, I’m asking you to open Senaria’s borders to everyone.” @Deus Ex Aizen
  4. Frostbinder

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Ochigo Legion of Doom Beach (Saving Private Ryan) Dredge Jinsoku ( @Twitterpated ) When the dust had settled from the explosion, Ochigo felt a strange burning sensation on the edges of his armor, as if he was some sort of barbequed sausage and someone had decided to badly overcook him. Not the best of analogies, but there were more important things on his mind at that point in time. Through the dust clouds, he made out more than a dozen figures making their way towards Jinsoku. One thing was for sure: if they weren’t coming from behind Ochigo, they weren’t friendlies. Already, the daemonslayer’s apprentice had called for backup. The death knight’s duty was done. Gauntleted fingers flexing, he took a step forward, leaning over his front leg as he slammed his palms together for real now. “THUNDER CLAP!!!” The blast knocked Jinsoku backward into two enforcers who had only just caught up to him. The dust from the cloud swiftly followed, proving to be an effective attack on their eyes. If or when they had finally recovered from their brief perils, they would find the death knight to be gone. Running across the beach parallel to the shoreline, Ochigo went where he was needed. Perhaps he would lead a push on another front, or maybe he would cause another diversion so that his men could slip by. But one thing he knew for sure was that it was all worth it. Because when he looked out into the sea briefly, he already saw three warships pulling away into the horizon. More would follow soon. [Exit]
  5. Frostbinder

    The Peculiar Love Life of a Queen and a Prince

    “Whoever you used to belong to, that was in the past,” she leaned in close to him, leaning her cheek on his shoulder, her lips brushing against his ear. In a voice colder than night, she whispered, “And if anyone from that past comes to take you back, they’ll have to go through me.” That in itself was a promise and a death sentence. Anyone expecting to snatch her lover from her arms could be assured a slow and agonizing death at her hands. Pulling away from her lover, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. “If you’re ready to go, then let’s not waste any time!” About half an hour later, they arrived at the base of the tower, arguably the tallest building in Blairville, stretching up to a hundred stories high. “This… Is what I’ve been meaning to show you,” she smiled, leading him by the elbow to the fence gate at the entrance. As she entered the door, a soldier stepped in front of her and Grant. “I’m sorry Sir, I need to see your Identification Card,” he said sternly. Without a moment’s hesitance, Reyna’s face melted right off the bone. “Is there something wrong, Henry?” her voice seemed to come from the very air around them, echoing off the 10 story high ceiling on the inside. The guard was immediately flustered, “Oh! Lady Frostbinder! I am so sorry, you two may proceed.” Nodding curtly, she led her lover into the foyer which was filled to the brim with random furniture items. When they had gotten a suitable distance away from the door, Reyna stopped him, her skin quickly reforming over her skull. As it did, Grant might’ve noticed a heightening in her jawline, as if she was attempting to grin with her skeletal features. When her lips curled back over rows of perfect shining teeth, there was a smug grin on her face. “This is the place where it all begins. This is where my dream can finally come true,” she paused, clasping his hands with her own, staring dreamily back into his eyes. “Of course… My other dream had already come true quite recently, but you already know that.” @danzilla3
  6. Frostbinder

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Ochigo Legion of Doom Beach (Saving Private Ryan) Dredge Jinsoku ( @Twitterpated ) “…” What?! Ochigo’s body tensed up as he felt an unwelcome force exert itself upon his body, halting his retreat prematurely. Writhing about from within his suit, he found that Jinsoku had somehow taken control of his armor, dragging it back within reach. Ochigo’s fists balled up. He tried to raise his arms into a defensive position, but he found them locked to his sides like a mummy. Struggling within the unorthodox grip that Jin held him in, he braced himself for the first blow. As the blade skidded across his armor, a blue energy rippled outward across where the blade had struck his body. He grit his teeth as he found the protection value of the enchantments suddenly surpassed. He tasted blood in his mouth. An even greater amount spurted out of the horizontal slits that were for his glowing white eyes, painting Jinsoku’s back with a thick crimson liquid. Blood had been drawn. But the death knight moved not from his spot. As the blade came around once more, he roared in defiance, corrupted green energy pouring out his eye sockets and flowing over his limbs. With the combined power of his own musculature and the death force, his body moved against the will of Jin’s electromagnetic manipulation. What Jin had now done was managed to pull a heavily armored being bathed in corrupted magic into close proximity with himself. What he had also done, was caused Ochigo to unintentionally absorb the entirety of the attack with his personal reserves, causing him to take little to no knockback from the blow, although it left him with injuries that would take more than a day’s rest to heal. Nonetheless, he was a fighter. He wouldn’t give up, even if things were starting to go awry. It was especially dangerous for Jinsoku to allow someone like Ochigo in such close proximity to himself. With corrupted energy pouring directly out from him and Jinsoku hindered by the weight of a two-handed weapon still in motion, the death knight clasped his hands around an imaginary sphere in the air. The corrupted energy that sloshed about in invisible puddles was suddenly drawn into his palms, forming a dark green sphere of negative energy. Thrusting his fists forward, he directed the death coil toward his opponent. Perhaps Jinsoku would have been able to escape the imminent burning sensation that would cause him to wish it had killed him, had he not brought his foe so close.
  7. Frostbinder

    The Peculiar Love Life of a Queen and a Prince

    Reyna gasped as Grant pulled her into the alley, though she didn’t resist it. Her eyes widened in bewilderment. “I don't appreciate this piecemeal way you’re telling me what you want. You know I'll help you if you ask. I'm guessing it has something to do with whoever raided that village?” There was a brief pause as the words hit her like a jackhammer. When the initial shock had left, she composed herself and spoke. “I just… Wanted to take you around to see the city… But I can see why you felt unnerved by what just happened,” she replied in an understanding manner, but it was difficult to conceal the hurt in her voice. “I didn’t expect Ardella to have another anxiety attack. She’s usually able to control herself better, but maybe it was just the vibe of meeting someone new.” “I’m sorry if you haven’t been enjoying yourself, Grant. I know that Blairville isn’t the most spectacular of cities, but I thought it would give us a different vibe as compared to Hyperion. I just wanted you to help me inform your mother of the threat that this new organization could potentially pose to her city. It’s nothing too alarming yet, but it’s best to keep tabs on things like these. The reason why I can’t tell her myself is because I would hate to disclose the means by which I acquire this information.” “I try my best, Grant. I really do. Being me isn’t easy. That’s why I know that being with me is something that I could ask of so few people,” she cupped the side of his cheek, brushing his skin softly. “As for what I want, I want to show you one last stop. It’ll be worth it.” “I promise.” @danzilla3
  8. Frostbinder

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Ochigo LoD Beach (Saving Private Ryan) - Jinsoku ( @Twitterpated ), Whatever enforcers @Deus Ex Aizen intends to throw at me... There was a sharp cracking sound as Jinsoku forcefully tore his blade out of Ochigo’s grasp before whirling around forcefully. When the death knight felt the deflection of his left fist, adrenaline and pure battle instincts took over his mind. His forearms flew upwards to form a defensive cross in front of his body, hastily projecting the purple barrier used earlier in a shroud around him. Sure enough, Jin’s blade came scraping against him seconds later, shattering the barrier after it had absorbed the brunt of the strike. The rest of the attack was absorbed with his forearms alone, the force of the blow dragging him backward several meters1 with his heels digging into the ground for traction. As the edge of his foot hit a rock, he found the necessary force required to push back against his attacker. Reversing his motion completely, he lunged forward to close the distance between himself and his opponent. With the first forward step that he took, the death knight slammed his palms together, speaking for the very first time throughout their battle. “THUNDER CLAP!” The ensuing attack would release a shockwave that would knock Jinsoku back an equal if not greater distance than what he had dealt to Ochigo. But primarily, it was to break his sprint or stall his gait. He would settle with interrupting whatever counterattack Jinsoku had in mind to follow-up his initial successful blow. 1: Around 10 meters.
  9. Frostbinder

    The Peculiar Love Life of a Queen and a Prince

    A knowing smile tugged at Reece’s lips when Grant mentioned knowing the feeling. Indeed, it had been a rollercoaster of events ever since he had pledged his service to the Lady. After the initial shock, he had realized that the undead were just… broken humans. Or at least some of them were. He was glad to finally meet another living person that saw how misunderstood they were. "So what was the point of showing me that? An explanation would have sufficed, so I'm guessing there's an ulterior motive at play here?" “Oh… Yes, yes there is,” he replied hastily. “As mentioned earlier, an attack took place six days ago on the town of Tormo. It was by a force never seen before. It aligned itself with no world government or country. The Lady feels that there is a serious threat at hand that your mother must be informed of as soon as possible. Something that appeared out of nowhere and was able to wipe a town off the map could pose a serious threat to even large cities in Valucre.” The boy turned around skittishly to make for sure that the doors were all shut before turning back to face the Prince. “Ardella was... the only one that the Lady was able to salvage. All the townspeople were either killed or taken prisoner. She is the only person who has a firsthand account of what occurred, and even that is limited as it is.” He paused to clear his throat. “The only reason she was able to retain the fullness of her sentience is because of a burning vengeance that held her spirit together even after death. The Lady believes that her own resurrection may have had to do with similar reasons, although she has put the matter aside for now.” As the door in the back of the room opened suddenly, Reece reached forward quickly to clasp Grant’s hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Grant Knight. Lady Reyna will need much help in mine and Ardella’s absence. We will both be leaving town tomorrow. Fare you well,” he gave the Prince a playful salute before running past Reyna, who had only just emerged from the room. Walking up to him, she took his hand and led him towards the front of the winery. All the while she beamed cheerfully, but there was a tiredness in her eyes that was unmistakable. “We’re on a tight schedule. I hope Reece has told you about the invasion. We’ll talk on the way to our next stop.” @danzilla3
  10. Frostbinder

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Ochigo Legion of Doom Beach (Saving Private Ryan) Dredge Jinsoku ( @Twitterpated ) In that split second where the rotation of Jinsoku’s elbows took place, Ochigo reacted. His right hand flew upwards to intercept the blade of the naginata. His palm wrapped tightly around the blade as it slid across his armor. Sparks flew as steel rubbed against steel, but the death knight realized that the force of Jinsoku’s two-armed weapon would soon overpower his one-armed hold. However, what the one armed hold did grant him was flexibility. Pulling the weapon back, with the daemonslayer’s apprentice with it, Ochigo stepped into his personal circle as the weapon was forced into a parallel with their bodies. Left fist clenched and still smoking with corrupted energy, he delivered a powerful uppercut that would strike Jin in the abdomen, the consequences of mere contact possibly outweighing those of the impact. ??? Neutral Treeline None None (Currently) Quite peculiarly, the battle for Last Chance seemed to be waged with an abnormally large number of war beasts. The elven woman observed the creatures of Perestroika with much intensity. From the treeline that she was concealed in, three snipers were at the ready, guns polished and prepared to lay waste to anything that came near them. Strapped to the bodies of each of the snipers was a suicide vest. In this covert operation, nothing was a worse consequence than discovery. Death was always the better alternative over capture. But the elf had her reasons for not wearing a vest. This reason stood next to her at 9 feet tall, easily dwarfing most of the battle mounts that were currently in view. Wings folded neatly at the side, the massive bat-like creature almost looked like another tree in the treeline, with its dark fur and head buried in the leaves. The elf stroked the creature’s side as she pulled a scope out from her pocket and used it to observe the fighting parties. This was unlike Tormo, or the Red Festival. This was a battle that had drawn nearly every significant party in Valucre. This was a piece of history that was essential to witness firsthand.
  11. Frostbinder

    The Peculiar Love Life of a Queen and a Prince

    “I don’t believe we have met,” the elven woman extended her palm to shake Grant’s. Should he have taken her hand, he would’ve felt a cold unholy presence within the skin. “Ardella, would you kindly inform the Hyperion Prince of the situation at hand?” Reyna settled her hand on her hip, her other hand slithering down Grant’s forearm affectionately. “Of course, Lady Reyna,” she replied, holding her hands out towards Grant. Right in front of her, a black spherical bubble was conjured. “Watch,” Reyna instructed her lover. Ardella then proceeded to begin her narrative. “Six days ago, the small town of Tormo was attacked by a large unnamed army.” The sphere depicted a peaceful town about an eighth the size of Hyperion. Suddenly, a massive fireball struck the eastern side of the village. Everything dissolved into chaos mere moments later as a massive horde charged down the streets, setting fire to the buildings and slaughtering everyone they encountered. At the head of the charge, a black armored humanoid stood ever so solemnly as his men rushed past him. A fiery demon creature suddenly rose from the fireball that had hit the city. A massive infernal of death and destruction, hurling aside buildings and incinerating soldiers that got in his way. The scene suddenly changed, depicting the point of view of an archer girl inside a house. The door of the house was torn down as the head of a pickaxe was driven through the wood. The archer raised her bow, sending an arrow straight through the first goblin that tumbled through the door. “Papa, stay behind me!” Ardella yelled, her eyes glowing blue in a trance as her mind synched with the glowing sphere before them. Two more goblins charged into the room, and the archer downed the both of them. Suddenly, the claws of a massive creature swiped across the walls of the house, sending the archer crashing into the wall. The archer looked up weakly, her palm clutching her torso to stem the flow of blood. The owlbear broke into the house seconds after having torn its front door apart. A trio of goblins ran through the entrance created, pickaxes raised as they charged towards an old man cowering in the back of the room. “Papa…” Ardella cried weakly. Then, the owlbear plunged its claws into the archer’s chest. The sphere went dark and dissipated. The elven woman didn’t speak another word. Her eyes were bloodshot. If Grant was observant, he would’ve seen a deep scar across her left shoulder that matched the design of an owlbear’s claw. Reyna quickly moved closer and put an arm around her. “It’s in the past Ardella. Nothing you do will change what happened.” The elf’s fists clenched and shook violently. This detail did not escape Reyna’s eyes. “Come… Let’s take you to rest,” she offered Grant a doubtful look that warned him against following. The pair disappeared into a room in the back. “It isn’t your fault. Ardella’s resurrection has left her quite distraught," the boy, who Grant might’ve completely forgotten about, spoke up suddenly. “I’m Reece. Lady Reyna was looking for someone to organize her documents and manage paperwork. I unknowingly signed up for something far beyond my imagination,” he grinned awkwardly. The boy gave off a very different aura from the elven woman. Now that the two undead ladies had left the room, Grant might’ve felt a sudden change in atmosphere. Warmth had returned to the air. He and the boy both had strong life forces, which radiated vibrantly across the room. There was a spirit to the boy. Naivety, enthusiasm and a boundless energy that only the truly young could possess. It would be quite apparent to Grant that Reece was one of the living. @danzilla3
  12. Frostbinder

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Ochigo Legion of Doom Beach (Saving Private Ryan) Irrelevant @Twitterpated It was as if a bomb had gone off. Sand was flung in columns six feet tall, spraying out in a massive radius where Ochigo had hit the ground. He had struck the ground so hard that he had pierced through a few layers of rock below the sand. The sand wouldn’t have caved in on him, due to the sheer force of the landing having sent any stray sand particles far away from the crater in the ground. Jinsoku might’ve felt inclined to investigate the status of the death knight, were dark green fumes of smoke not erupting out of the hole. Corrupted energy, the very essence of Ochigo’s death force. Quite the opposite of the life force that all living things had. The life force sought to build and create. The death force destroyed and consumed. Already, the sand around the pit shook about as it was corrupted by the unholy essence. A few grains of sand sizzled and bubbled, turning into an icky tar-like substance. Perhaps it would serve as a fair warning to Jinsoku if he wished to engage recklessly. At the bottom of the pit, a swift bending of the knees followed by a powerful thrust of the thigh muscles launched Ochigo out of the pit. He landed like a statue in front of the pit, with nothing separating him and his opponent. He stood almost motionlessly as if the past exchanges were but a bore to him. To be quite frank, they weren’t. This opponent was depleting his energy reserves far more quickly than any he had ever faced. But a duel was a battle of the mind, just as much it was of the body. Showing no weakness was the most appropriate way to end a fight quickly. Similarly, stalling a battle would most certainly trigger attempts for a quick end by his opponent. One didn’t need to have sensitive hearing to detect the rupturing of air particles as Ochigo’s open palm sliced through the air in front of him. His legs slid apart evenly, one in front of the other. His free left palm was lowered to his hip, functioning as a second line of defense should Jinsoku be able to get through his crouching snake stance.
  13. Frostbinder

    House of the Rising Sun

    “Aah!” Reyna exclaimed as Grant slid his arms under her, lifting her up. As Grant held her, she glared back into his playful eyes. He was clearly amused. And to a certain extent, so was she. “Put me down at once, Grant Knight!!” she yelled at him as he spun her around. “Put me down this-“ Instant. There was a man staring. He stared at the both of them. No, to be quite accurate, he stared at her. She looked ridiculous. Grant put her down. "Nice to meet you. You wouldn't happen to know where my mother is would you?" He was so calm. He acted as if nothing had happened. He conversed so easily while her cheeks reddened. She smiled pleasantly with her awkward presence. Perhaps for the son of the Hyperion Queen, it was perfectly acceptable. He could present himself however he wanted, and his mother’s image would always do him credit. Reyna, on the other hand, was a completely new face to Valucre’s political world. She didn’t come from a rich or powerful family. She wasn’t the savior of some city. She wasn’t a fighter. She wasn’t even a recognized living thing. But perhaps what she needed was a little faith. Still, it bothered her when it came to being judged. She always worried about what others thought about her. Because unlike Grant, she had a lot more to lose. She cared so much so that all the way while being led to the Hyperion Queen, a magical coating was formed around her feet. The soles of her shoes never once touched the ground. Grant might’ve noticed. Or perhaps he was too busy admiring the greenery. So much beauty for a person who could destroy it all in mere seconds. Reyna was comfortable. She was always comfortable around Grant. But even then, there was a nagging feeling in her heart that she didn’t belong. Perhaps it had to do with stereotypes of her kind. A juxtaposition of sorts: her and the environment. It bothered her too little to be cared about, but just enough to be unsettling. To be quite frank, all of those thoughts could be pushed to the back of her mind. The man had led them to the very edge of the property. The Hyperion Queen stood before them now, ever so elegant and fearsome. Her to be mother-in-law. To think that all this time that she and Grant had been together, the two women had barely spoken. The thought made Reyna dizzy. “Empress,” she curtsied before the Queen, following whatever Grant decided was the best course of interaction. If he knelt, she would kneel with him. If he stood around casually, as if taking a piss in his own bathroom, she would stand next to him, albeit with more formality. She just hoped that he didn’t propose an afternoon of fine dining. @danzilla3
  14. Frostbinder

    Two if by Sea (Last Chance Raid)

    Ochigo Legion of Doom Beach (Saving Private Ryan) Irrelevant @Twitterpated The impact of the uppercut struck Ochigo like a comet. One might’ve seen his body being rattled about within his armor by the sheer vibrational force. But even Jinsoku’s muscular arms wouldn’t have been able to hold back the driving effect of his blow, which sent the death knight flying upwards into the air, a soundwave rippling outwards from the force of the blow. As Ochigo rocketed upwards, he felt a strange sense of disconnection from himself. He had felt the blow, that was for sure. But what he couldn’t understand was why he felt so… Empty. What was the point of the battle? Both sides had built up so much only to lose it all in a single day. He had personally trained most of Dredge’s soldiers, even knew several of them by name. He drifted through the air to a stop, gravity began to act on him once again, turning him back towards the ground. He sighed. There was no meaning to this combat. There was no purpose, no sense in the loss of the lives of his men. But strangely enough, it was this very thought that returned him to his senses. Lives were being lost, and many more were counting on him to save theirs. When vision of the ground returned to him, he orientated himself downward with his right fist extended towards the ground. His palm fanned open, a ball of sickly dark green energy forming within it. There was no way to halt Ochigo as he descended upon Jinsoku once again. Doing so would be like trying to stop a building-sized meteor from tearing the land asunder.
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