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  1. Aleksei

    A Bloody Crown.

    "I hate this place," he said while gesturing towards the enormous throne room. Whatever memories he may have held for the place, they're long gone, tainted by his mother's last memory. He only wished it had been him who killed her, but the opportunity was taken from him by the woman's will to evade the preordained. The want for revenge was his liquor; every day, he reached for the bottle and took one searing sip from it. It kept him contemptuous. "Then why don't you remodel it to fit your tastes? We can close the curtains, litter the floor with filth, and lock all the doors." Romilly turned on his heel to face the only person who truly understands how he feels, even though her feelings contradicted his own. An accepting creature, Areille could see his side of the story and understand the feelings boiling beneath Romilly's generous facade. He is a towering figure, just like their father, and quickly commanded a room with his overly warm smile and friendly manner. Not many know that he's nothing but a snake. "Aren't you a little too rude?" Areille approached the throne, passing her brother, who looked at her with the same contempt he felt towards their mother. Unfortunately, she carries the same features as their deceased parent - tall, thin, red-haired, and opal eyed. If possible, he would see that his sister suffered the fate he wished to put on their mother. Somewhere in his hateful heart, he knew better; it disgusted him that he was willing to make his sister suffer for the faults of their mother, all because she looked like the damn woman. Why could she not look like their father? At least then, when looking upon her, he would not be reminded of his greatest failure. "Today isn't about you, Lilly," she turned to face him, and was met with a budding storm. Lilly, it was a pet name their mother had given him. It had not occurred to her that he would be so sensitive to it, for she figured her brother would have grown out of this behavior now that he has obtained the throne. "It's about putting our mother to rest and reassuring your people everything will get better." Turning away from the throne, she moves to stand before her sibling. He over-towered her, something he often used to intimidate her. Perhaps she should fear him, he is a man with enough power to squash her with just a thought, and her very livelihood was in his hands. Unfortunately for him, Romilly has shown his cards far too soon. Somewhere underneath his grief is a kind man who would never dare hurt his sibling. Yet. "Now, it's time you start acting like the man people believe you are," she said, adjusting his tie and fixing the wrinkle in his collar. "Outside these doors, you are a dependable royal who is mourning his mother. When the night is all over, you can return to being a coward." "You're too rude." Romilly reached up, his lips twisting into a casual smirk that made his opal eyes glitter. He grabbed her hand and turned it away from him, his disgust - towards her, towards himself - clearly painting his handsome features. Areille swallowed hard over the pain he caused her wrist. He won't risk abusing her in front of thousands of people, and later he will regret bruising her. That alone keeps her somewhat compliant. "It's time we speak with the people." She was correct on one thing: outside the doors of this soon-to-be temple, he is a ruler. His crowning was a rather quick affair. Going through all the gestures, he vowed to protect his people, to uphold the values carved from history long-past, and to act responsibly. He had imagined this moment to be different, and for a few seconds, he lost himself in his fantasies. If his mother had not betrayed him, she would be here, and so would his father, the rest of his siblings would also be celebrating. Areille would have been looking upon him like she used to: with love. This would be a celebration. Instead, his mother is dead, his father is somewhere, his other siblings have been banished from the land, and Areille is now crowned as his second-in-command and barely looks at him. It's all Primera's fault. Things would have been different if she had just stayed alive. Once he took his place as Grand Kommadant, the procession for his mother's burial began. It had been decided that she would rest peacefully in the home of Grand Kommadant's past. Primera Capitol is built around the great lake Estrella; within the middle of the lake, resides the castle the Cartyr brood has inhabited for years. Romilly has no intention of staying in his childhood home; he would rather die ten times over than step foot back into the castle. On Areille's suggestion, the castle will be turned into a temple where the people of Nehalen and beyond can visit Primera's final resting place. The Prayer Bridge connecting the temple and the edge of the city allows for people to come and go as they please, keeping the temple active. Romilly wanted to destroy the castle, along with the body of his mother. Even as Grand Kommadant, such a grand request would not be given to him, unless he wished to anger his people. He will allow Nehalen to mourn the loss of Primera. Standing in the middle of the bridge, he watched as throngs of people shuffle towards the temple to pay homage to the dead woman encased in crystal. Areille safely kept herself inside the temple, greeting people as they approached her mother's crystal coffin. Outside Romilly stewed in the various conflictions rolling through his feeble mind and heart. Each person who came forth to shake his hand and give condolences attached to their congratulations made him more resentful towards his mother. If he could leave, he would, but this has just begun. The people of Nehalen will mourn Primera the best to their abilities: with drink, dance, and song. It can't get any worse.
  2. Dabi

    King In Crime City

    Nu Sicily! The city of the famous four families. A mafia stronghold whose glory is known all across the island of Renovatio. None dare venture within without knowing the dangers they shall face if the crossed the wrong person. Well that was the summary Dauner was given before he entered the city. He couldn't tell for sure whether the man was exaggerating or if he was being serious, but if there was one thing he could tell for sure, it was that he didn't care. Well not exactly that he didn't care, but rather that he paid little attention to the details. It wouldn't exactly be hard to believe that this young man will soon be the cause of an incident that will shake the city. After searching for days, Ariana finally got a hint about Dauner's location. An information trader she talked to spoke of a convergence of dangerous figures in the underworld on Nu Sicily. She knew Dauner wasn't the only reason why fearsome criminals would head to the same place, but she also knew that there where fearsome criminals after his head. So she followed her gut and together with her entourage, headed for Nu Sicily. Considering they were not too far from the city, it was going to be a short trip. A short but dangerous one with all the assassins trying to stop her from interfering in their plans.
  3. Ataraxy

    [GS] Gemini

    ・・・】 God: Gemini ・・・】 God Slayer: Me (Ataraxy) ・・・】 OOC: Thread Gemini, though having lost the strength that made him a god above mortals due to the Grand Kommadant, nonetheless attempts to serve his duty as a God. A protector. Having seen the effects of Paragons in Nu Martyr, Gemini comes crashing into the province. He might not be able to grow into indefinite portions within this new, limited body but that doesn't mean he won't still make giants look like ants. With his absurd strength, Gemini summons enormous boulders from the divine realm and hurls them down toward his enemies. In a rage for all the good Renovations that died in the invasion of outsiders, Gemini attempts to vanquish all before him.
  4. The party had started the minute someone suggested cracking open a bottle of wine, and for most, it's all a blur from there. One bottle turned into four, then someone wanted champagne, then another wanted something harder; the afternoon turned into hours of drinking and laughing, something that rarely happens nowadays. Recklessly abandoning titles and their like, the people inhabiting Cristallo Grotto fearlessly enjoyed this moment of reprieve. The afternoon slipped into darkness as the arms of daylight dim, giving Nehalen one final embrace before completely fading away. By this dark hour, most of the people have sobered up, and the rest had lost their inhibitions at this point. A band had been hired, and they were unfortunately not prepared for the company they were to play for. Most of the members had forgotten how to keep a tune, their drink fuddling their skills as musicians. Upon her arrival, she was welcomed by the sour tune of a group of sober and drunk men singing a bawdy song. She barely recognized the little diddy over the drink and the laughter flowing from Cristallo. She'd been worried about her late arrival, having forgotten the hour she was just shy of being twenty minutes late instead of the fifteen she truly was. Apparently, there was no reason for her to worry about her tardiness, barely anyone noticed her arriving, and those who recognized her absconded her within seconds All that time she spent on making herself look good was utterly wasted. The men grabbed at her with needy hands, twirling her and throwing her between them in some kind of dance that had to be created just for this night. If she could have, she would have smacked each and every one of them for wrinkling her dress and undoing her hair. Their smiles, teasing, and laughter stilled her mighty hand; forced by the general atmosphere, Isadora joined them, partaking in the dancing and drinking. She did come here expecting to have fun. After an hour of being spun, thrown, and dipped, the young lady was allowed to finally sit down. Ruby eyes sparkled with delight while they surveyed the wild scene unfolding before her. It was good to see some members of the four families act civil towards one another and the towards the civilians who had wound up in the fray of celebration. Taking a moment to herself, Isadora sifts her fingers through the long strands of her golden hair, undoing any knots that may have occurred from her dancing. A small breeze swept across the terrace, soothing away the heat that's gathered in her cheeks. Somewhere lost in the fray were her heels; at one point, she had kicked off the impractical footwear, and now she fears they're forever lost. Not that it mattered much, the feel of the cold floor eased the ache in her toes. It was a shame that she came looking her best, only to end up mussed. This was the first time members of the four families would be 'celebrating' together, and she wanted to make an excellent first impression. It had been her idea for them all to meet and drink; they and one extra, to be more exact. Out of spite, the woman had also sent the duke of Nu Martyr an invite, the infamous Aedos Chanaril. It would be a wonder if he showed up. Oh well. He didn't matter. Who and what matter are the rest of the families. With that thought in mind, she turned her attention to the entrance, hopeful she would catch a familiar face.
  5. Aleksei

    [GS] Aestus.

    ・・・】 God: Aestus・・・】 God Slayer: @Alexei・・・】 OOC: Thread People run as the fires chase them. The small city is nothing but ruins, leaving behind memories and a group of Zodiac Knights working against the destructive God. Aestus flies above the fighters, throwing shots of fire at them before having to regain her strength.
  6. Aleksei

    [GS] Aquarius.

    ・・・】 God: Aquarius・・・】 God Slayer: @SteamWarden・・・】 OOC: Thread Aquarius has begun to flood the surrounding area, forcing the inhabitants of a nearby town to evacuate. The growing fog has begun to freeze the enormous forest, making it difficult to breathe and move around; the rising waters are poisoned by the bodies of dead animals and individuals who did not outrun the flooding.
  7. Black. Pitch black darkness. All that awaited Saint Reverie by using her first sense, her sense of sight, was an absolute nothingness. Such had been the cost of her life after she'd become plagued with a divine illness. For months her body had been racked with unbearable pain and she'd been in and out of consciousness for the majority of it. And, yet, though she had no idea what living creature had managed to save her from certain death, the Saint knew it had been by the power of the Creator. After waking from her coma in a cold sweat, locked in some deep part of Grad na Ang'eli, she'd heard a call. A sound. A cry for help from hundreds of thousands of tortured souls. Knowing those voices called to her, and likely only her as an opportunity granted to her by the Creator, she made her way toward them. Such a path was more difficult for her than before the illness, for though she could hear the cries and hopes of souls, she could no longer see. Brilliant golden iris' turned a dull silver, nearly gray in opacity. Covering them with with a metallic band known in Grad na Ang'eli as the Creator's Calling Crown, the angels had dropped Reverie in the aftermath of The Commander's war with Nu Martyr. Dead center of it, as the crying souls pleaded. Taking such pleas as the commands of her Creator, Reverie sent a message out using Nu Martyr's underground system to call for any and all good souls to help her make a way of hope throughout the desperate Province. If she could help so much as only one creature, it would all be worth it. Saint Reverie sat upright and comfortable in an old rocking chair just outside a destroyed church. It was not a church of the Creator, but nonetheless had deserved more respect than it'd had received. In her past Saint Reverie had caught glimpses of Primera, but had never taken the Grand Kommadant as one to commit a genocide against her gods. They were, after all, more than just creatures of power. They were symbols and the people believed in those symbols. Relied on them. Without faith and without hope, it was only a matter of time before the Province as a whole fell into a pit so deep it would never escape. She raised a hand to stroke against the metallic band clasped firmly around her head, conflicting emotions sparking with the contact. Valucre had too long forgotten the importance of deities. Of faith and of goodness. Law was not goodness and proof was not faith. Unity discarded for individual pride and success. Families discarded over mere divides of land. Equality all but destroyed, replaced by a greed so ugly that it had blinded many more than the deadly illness she'd been infected with. And thus she waited for those heroes who'd help her to make Nu Martyr, once again, a place where humanity could stand tall and proud. @Mickey Flash @Meraxa @ticklefarte @Sanonymous @Zashiii
  8. Ardon Dallas In the nights since The Commander had declared war against Nu Martyr a blanket of still silence had enveloped the province. Each night fathers locked the doors and shuttered the windows, mothers hurried their children home in hushed voices. Fearful voices. Children, to young to truly understand the depth of their situation, remained ignorant to everything butt the occasional quiver in the voice of the parents. Nor were they oblivious to the ways the eyes of strangers darted around anxiously, yet never made eye contact. Those few that did quickly looked away, not wanting to chance the potential of doom. In all manners of the phrase, Nu Martyr had sunk into a state of waiting. Waited to see what would come. Dreaded the approaching calamity. But even the least of them could sense the near tangible aura of death permeating around them. It was there. And they could fear it. Hate it. Run screaming in terror into the night. But it was coming. She was coming. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. The sense of foreboding was prevalent not just in the outskirts or the smaller cities scattered through Nu Martyr, but also in the Capitol City itself. The Commander's threat had not failed to spread into the province's heart, poisoning and corrupting its way to even the PRIME Ardon Dallas. The man found himself constantly stopping to take in deep breaths, failed attempts in lower his heartbeat and arresting the small trembles that shook his arms. Even pouring himself a simple bourbon was a struggle. He was a politician for Tellus Mater's' sake. Not a soldier or a general. He was ambition, sure, but a politician nonetheless. Oh gods, what if She breaks through the city defenses? Ardon sighed, pouring himself another glass after downing the first. The thought was a useless one. He'd prepared the best that any PRIME could. Military at the ready, generals called back to help plan, and war schematics sorted out until they'd all been worked to the bone. He was ready. There was no way She would make it to him. Nu Martyr the city was itself huge. A powerful city-state within the continent of Renovatio. But when combined with the help sent from the Allied Nations of Terrenus, Kadia, and every city in the Province? The PRIME shook his head in disbelief. If the cult's Commander could fight against that much fire power, surely the entire world would have been after her already. He put down his cup and beckoned a man through, tilting his head in acknowledgement. "How are the defenses looking?" Lilith Reiter The evening sun had barely begun to fall when the citizens of Keto were shrouded in literal darkness. In moments that sun had been blotted out by a black cloud or, rather, a cloud of dense black fog that moved at inhuman speeds. As if born from the cloud, the fog formed a dark skull. A golden colored crescent moon shining from within each of the sockets as streams of that black smoke shot out from the cloud and skull down toward the city. At first people were surprised, though not overly so. After all rain clouds were quite usual considering they all but lived int he clouds. Then panic slowly started to set in as it became obviously apparent that the cloud was not of a natural making. And the skull appeared. People panicked, taking off in all directions for shelter or just in simply helpless retreat in the face of something overwhelming. It was the crescent moons that set in place who it was. What was happening. The Commander had arrived. Hundreds, if not a thousands, of those streams of black smoke slammed into buildings and city roads. Infrastructure collapsed at nothing but their entrance, not withstanding even long enough to be directly dealt with. Paragon after Paragon landed in Keto, clearing the way for Her. In moments the Paragons had wiped out every other living life within a mile of their landing zone. Buildings fell to their combined might, being swiftly decimated into dust until the land was completely flat. The hadn't needed to or been ordered to do so, but it was a show of loyalty. Of respect. For some, even of worship. A final surge of black burst from the skull of smoke, causing it to grow formless. This one, however, was levels darker than the others. A palpable corrupted around it that could strike fear into the most righteous or the most villainous without a care for their alignment. It was a primal authority raised even further by the corrupted powers She wielded with the ease that a blacksmith might a hammer. Lilith Reiter landed in Keto, rings of dust exploding outward from the force of her arrival. The necromancer motioned toward the nearest Paragon without bothering to so much as look their way. "Grab a few others and begin preparations for the Summoning. The magic circle will not have any mistakes, is that understood?" The Paragon nodded. "Yes Commander." Ignoring the Paragon her red eyes stared into the distance, though not into the nothingness of an unknowable beyond. No. She stared toward the Capitol City of Nu Martyr. The force of her gaze perhaps even sparking a primal alert of danger in anyone within its path. Deathbringer sheathed at her side beat a steady purple glow, as if excited for all the souls it would soon consume. Despite its number of souls already being enormously high, this meal would dwarf it all. Its apparent excitement leaking into even her, adding an equivalent purple glow to her eyes as well. The purple energy surged through Zengi's Gauntlet and the Genesaris Soul Stone, white and black lights joining with the purple. And then an aura of necromancy soared for hundreds of miles in every direction, claiming Keto as hers. For war was not coming to Nu Martyr anymore. It was already there; and all around Keto the screams of opposition rang out like dying chirps of squashed insects.
  9. Jack had never been to Tellus Matter before, or at least not that he could remember at any rate. A place where islands floated in the sky, and cultures from all around the world blending together into something unique in all of Valucre. For the longest time he had aspired to go there, not just or business reasons, but to experience this amazing land firsthand. Part of him had feared that Port Sun would be a culture shock for him, but it didn't. Maybe that was because the Port was a territory of Taen, and was therefore similar to Lunaris, where he spent most of his time. Or maybe it was the thugs that tried to shake him and his employee down as they made their way down the street. Somehow it was comforting to know that no matter where in the world one went, they could find the same kind of ambitious young criminals everywhere. He had asked his companion to hang back, and had then given them a sound beating; stopping just short of killing them so that he could interrogate them. Soon he had learned that the muggers were members of a fledgling gang known as the Rising Suns, and that they worked out of an old subway station. He had let them go afterwards, warning them to stay clear of the place from now on if they valued their lives. He turned to Cerebri and grinned, "So, you ready to procure some real estate?" @sorainvoked @Alexithymia @Aleksei
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