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  1. Dimming lights and misty dawn. [Pokemanz.]

    February 13th – Day one. Breaking news! This just in! Panic spreads across Kalos as the Champions body is found on the dock in Cyllage City! – Gym leaders and the Kalos Elite are looking into the matter as we speak! Memorials are being held all through the region, we urge you to take part and to keep an eye out! February 26 – Day 14. Memorials are still going strong, but there’s no word on catching the killer just yet. There were no clues left at the crime scene. In other news, strict curfews are being placed in towns until this mystery is solved. We’re also seeing an increase in protests and riots from the organization PETPIKA – the Pokemon rights activists. More on this to come. March 10 – Day 24. The Kalos Elite have put together an elite police force to take to the streets. With the dangers of the riots – I’m sure we all remember the bombing at Couriway Town just a week ago – the PETPIKA has taken responsibility for the terrorist action. We’d like to remind everyone at this time that it’s for your safety to comply with these officers. They’re here for your safety, until we can get to the bottom of these new tragedies. March 23 – 36 days after the Death of the Champion. The stale stench of cigarettes and roasting coffee filled her lungs with each passing breath, the dull thrum of conversation pressing in on the patrons. It was a comfortable place, despite the recent ongoings. Inside the café it was easy to forget the outside world, the travesties that had been undertaken recently – the murder of the Champion of the Kalos region, the panic that followed when the death had been swift and faceless. Riots filled their streets often, people protesting for the rights of pokemon, using the chaos to their advantage. Every day was a new tragedy, a new blockade and more hushed whispers. The presence of a hastily scrapped together militia seemed to pop up overnight, curfews blocking people in their homes and leaving them huddled in the dark in fear. The day, however, was theirs. They crawled from their protective little holes and lived as though nothing had changed. They got up, went to work or school, they conducted their battles and fed their vices. Like now, as Jazmine watched them scurry in and out for their caffeinated beverages and their silly little pastries. Though the woman supposed she could not judge too harshly, for she had thrown away comfort in favor of this. This life full of mundane little miracles and ridiculously gleeful moments – better than being cooped up in a manner playing princess any day. Though some eccentricities should be allowed to flourish, like the gorgeous lace up leather stilettos that reached her knee. They were coupled with a pair of tucked in slacks of grey pinstripe, and an equally gorgeous ruffled blouse that was shadowed by blonde curls. Hazel eyes meant to beguile, crinkled in mirth as another sip of her coffee was made. The shadow of a large Arcanine and its handler passed by the glass, and a gentle sigh punctuated their exit. Umbreon sat at her side, alert and ready as the woman stood, moving for the door. No easy mark was going to show themselves in a coffee shop, no, they would be elsewhere. So she freed herself of the confines of the shop, Umbreon chirping as fresh air filled their lungs. “Aaaah, that’s the smell of potential.” Jazmine grinned – a toothy, feral sort of look as heels tapped against the concrete. Lumiose city was the jewel of the Kalos region, the tall spire in the middle giving hope and light to all the huddled masses. The bright, clean streets were a stark contrast to the mood and trash lined streets she remembered the night before. The gym leaders had massed together to disperse it, and cleaned the streets…a sense of normalcy was what they needed, it seemed. A sneeze erupts an otherwise uneventful walk, and a laugh follows. “Well, bless you then.” Jazmine offers to the Umbreon as she seeks out the casino. “Alright, love. You have to go back into your ball for a while.” She kneels down, presenting the scratched and worn pokeball. A small protest is given, but the swirling red beams of light are more than enough for the ball to be tucked back into her jacket as her stride continues. As the woman strides along, she expertly withdraws wallets and money. She’s careful about her marks on this, however, not wanting to draw too much attention, or carry so much that it is noticed. Three wallets are lifted as a merry hum permeated her vocal cords, fingers grasping the money and discarding the rest of the contents. “Mmm, a few dollars at least. Perhaps enough for a new outfit.” A pleased smile curls painted lips.
  2. 1678AY, 4 February Celestial Arc, Lower Hub of Glacial Reed Glacial Reed, Talia Sunday. 7:45A.M It all begins with a map. A road down the cobnlestone street into a island that didn't dive too much of the outer workings of the other islands. Talia, the third biggest island sat between Athentha and Lyonesse. You always had to travel across it to enter either island. Yet, it remain deep of lore and history holdimg the biggest library out of any island. It held many important facts and hidden gems/secrets of the lands. Along with the complete history of Athentha, its rise and downfall of a once proud land. Many would trodded through Talia without even noticing its beauty. Tall structured buildimgs coexisting among tents, huts and even tree made buildings. The streets though cobblestone veered off onto dirt, pebble and even grass paths. Yet, if you wanted to learn anything you came here. Came to Talia to learn about Athentha to Allia. Humans coexisted with every other creature here. But it also held such treasures. Grand expeditions came here to find its lost artifacts and gems. Weapons and rings crafted from the old families. Families birn when the island was first formed. Crevices and caves unexplored, not yet sought after. Though holding many things, you should proceed with caution. Talia remains neutral but heavily guarded, afraid of attacks from the Princess. So, should you come to Talia, keep ypur wits about, stay sharp and don't accept anything free. The rewards however are sweet.
  3. It’s a tale amongst my people that we once held mighty kingdoms amongst the stars, well before the age of Terran men. Memories common in every mind, a shared experience, we had it in our very souls that we were beings grander than any ruler yet to walk the ground above us... And yet, we could offer no proof to our non-terrestrial claims. So, silent we sank, deep beneath the tides, pondering when again we’d rise, our cries of passion, pagan and proud echoing in the very earth those above us worked and worshipped. Pebbles on the Ponkapoag shoreline trembled as heavy, angular beings rose from the Lake in-masse, a shambling horde of people not yet known rising from the depths of homes deep beneath ruins once thought to be empty, a time and place forgotten hiding the secrets of the Sturngraen, a species coming from amongst the stars. Waves stirred, broken by living history, giving birth to hundreds as the Sturngraen slowly and methodically organized into rank and file, the pounding of massive feet rending the sand and soil beneath them into finer grains and dust. Soon, the lake bore no more, and every body seemingly meant to be, lined into place, a sudden silence replacing the rumble of their movements, eyes locked into place and drawn to a solitary figure before them. A voice, sharp and gravelled, like stone scraping across glass, cracked across the silence, filling the void around each and every one. “Today, we rise to be known. To take what is ours. To once again rule over kingdoms outrivalled only by the grand and glorious universe. We are Sturngraen, the core of every star!” A roar of voices grew, shouts proving their passions strong and true, as rank and file system surged towards the trees, Sturngraen working quickly to establish a foothold along Ponkapoag Lake’s Southernmost shores. We didn’t know it then, but we were coming into the world at a time most tremulous. Our presence would soon be known, but it wouldn’t be for the reasons we had come to expect... Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve kept my silence... Maybe if I had, she’d still be with me.
  4. [Lessertown] Squeeze Me!

    Welcome to the Squeeze ME! Lemonade Stand! Where the drinks are almost as sour as the puss on the girl’s face at the counter. Like most things in the gutter, it's all about funds. Funds for food, funds for drugs, funds for guns, funds for skin, funds for travel, funds for funs. Where this stand stands, is currently in the realm of unconventional. Here we have the antagonist, literally biting at every customer who walks up. For example… “What are you selling here, young lady?” Low lids exuberate the fickle light of annoyance placed tenuously on the girls facade. “Lemonade, the sign says ‘Lemonade’ you muck.” Albeit taken aback the man just nods in confusion at the girls temperament, but is not deterred. Delicate fingers take on separate duties, one hand holding down a lemon while the other uses a plasma scalpel to slice quickly through it. A few squeezes into a metal pitcher and the process is repeated several times, all the while the possible customer watches. “You're pretty quick with a blade, but I guess that's not so unusual around these parts.” Of course he is referencing the dung heap that is Lessertown. Children younger than her apparent self, need multiple weaponry skills in order to survive. Lest they be eaten up by the waves of despair they trudge through. “Where did you get it? Is your mother a doctor, you seem well dressed for the underground.” Eventually the focus she was placing on making lemon juice for the lemonade she needs to mix while ignoring his idiocy, comes undone. “Oh this old thing? There is a doctor that comes around every once in awhile, or at least she used to. I really liked it, and she said I could have it if I did some wetwork for her. All I earned was a headache for my troubles, so I stole it from her before she left.” Long flat auburn tendrils twist against the pivot of her neck, “Hey Pork-Butt, I need more lemons.” “I see, well what about your outfit? It's very cute…” “You're one of those types, aren't you? You know, the kind that likes the young ones.” Her view of him doesn't alter in the slightest while her head remains turned; as she awaits the arrival of a small rotund little creature. Smooth pink skin, splotched with a dash of pepper like color. Though its eyes are red as blood with tiny black pupils, they elicit a severe expression of disgust. A basket tied to its back allows it to carry the lemons requested of it. “Let's go, I don't have all day.” “You're a bit snappy for such a small thing. I don't really like fighters, but you'll do-" The rest of his sentence goes unfinished. The luminescent blue tint of the scalpel in her hand being pressed dangerously close to the sweet spot at the base of his jawline, shuts him up rather nicely. It isn't the quarrel that catches attention since situations like this happen every few seconds here. However, the hungry eyes of onlookers in need of seeing fresh carnage does. The unfortunate man becomes a means to an end in this way. His body would be dismantled before it ever hit the ground. Damn vultures, that's all they are, waiting to take whatever he has that can be used for their own personal purposes. Almost anything will sell at these depths of Cosanastre. “Here's a lemon for your troubles.” one half of the citrus endeavor is snatched up and squeezed straight up into his face, dousing his eyes. Let the masses have him, he gave us what we needed. So do your part. Wiping her juiced hand on the pale blue alice-in-wonderland type frill of a skirt that offsets the tightly stretched shirt adorning her torso that screams ‘SQUEEZE ME!’, she adjusts the lemon decorated headband-most unamusedly-atop her head before proceeding. “Now that we have your attention fine people, please come take a gander and enjoy the sugar that fills our lemonade and sweetens our lives, enter the almighty Hal and his blades of fury…” Morbidly monotone statements are followed by the lackluster clap of her dainty hands as she steps carefully aside from the counter to let he who does greatness, take the stage. @TheWilySpookster @paradigm @Chappu
  5. Of Thieves and Reapers

    A twig crunched loudly underneath a stepping foot, the sound seeming to echo throughout the otherwise silent woods. A lone figure paused for the briefest of moments, blue eyes moving left and right behind a black and red mask. Then the being continued their track. Gale Attilio was fresh out of his latest assassination and was likely too paranoid because of it. Then again, when he was under his guise of Venarious he believed he could never be too careful. One slight slip up and his work distancing his civilian persona from his business persona would all be for nothing. In short, that was not something he wanted to come about. Currently Gale was making the track from where he typically docked his ship, the Eva Rose, to his residence in Hell's Gate. No matter where the ship was docked, and no matter what route he decided to take, the trip was always the most irritating part of keeping up with his double life. A necessary evil to cover his tracks it was simply the most time consuming part of his adventures. At least when he was put at sea he enjoyed sailing, having the water mist across the deck and onto him, the wind whipping against his mask and throwing his hood from his head. Here though, there was nothing but silence often only broken by a misplaced footstep or the roar of some unknown animal in the nearby foliage. As he continued walking he weighed his options. Gale was known to take 'vacations' anytime he wasn't 'at work' being an engineer in Hell's Gate. More often than not his house could be found abandoned on his off days. His neighbors and cohorts simply chalked it up to some inheritance left behind by his parents. He figured that he would use that to his favor today. The next town he happened upon he would change into regular clothes in the treeline, make his way to the nearest walking path and find a transportation service to his residence. It would cut his time for arriving home down and let him do away with his constant paranoia a little quicker. Gale flicked his hidden blade from its hiding place out of habit, returned it and continued his walk with a new plan in mind. @ODSTDRAGON
  6. Blood & Steel

    "Thanks for coming with me Sensei, you have no idea what it means to me." To Jinsoku it didn't matter that he had to lace the request with tempting treasures such a cavern filled with a plethora of magic weapons. Such was enough to lure Jinsoku by any normal means, though in this case his feelings of necessary presence were actually along the lines of penance and retribution. Rumor from treasure hunters and warriors alike had it that the old Lanternway was haunted, the cavern of blades infested, both tainted by the Whispernight Scourge. The hellish flames of Whispernight tempered these lands, and unfortunately took a strong hold onto. After his debacle with the scourge ending in failure, Jinsoku felt that this would be the least he could do to reassure himself of his honor. He'd visit the Cavern of Blades, and he'd slaughter all the creatures of the dark he reasonably could before hopefully finding and making off with at least one new weapon or artifact. Donning lighter armor favoring leather with some steel, Jinsoku was equipped with his usual Microcomposite spear to his lower back, fully retracted and hosted in a horizontal fashion. To his upper back with its handle protruding beyond the right shoulder was the long curve blade, a Zanbato. The large blade was a more recent purchase for an even larger job. Carrying it on his back was no big deal in comparison to the sort of weight had had lifted training with Master James himself. In terms of combat use, it wasn't hard to compensate for its unwieldy nature. When one accepted that the blade was best for crushing as opposed to cutting, slashing, or stabbing, it became that much more useful in the right hands. Especially for an occasion as special as this one. "Perhaps this is a safe enough mission with us both in company to allow some of the greenhorns a chance at some real action. In as controlled a scenario as we could possibly hope for? Jinsoku might not have been knighted yet, but James often afforded him the courtesy and respect of having some say so as long as he was in his right mind. Likewise he had helped first hand in training the lower ranks when he wasn't on some sort of mission or deployment. This experience was invaluable and could be more dangerous than anticipated. Though Jinsoku was so certain that having him and James together would be more than enough to complete the task as designated. Any extra hands would practically be overkill, probably. Regardless, this had to be done, and Jinsoku wouldn't rest comfortably until he managed to get through the final stage of grief. Acceptance. @Fierach
  7. Crystal Clear Alliance

    The wind blew the blond strands into her face, as Malia plucked them from her vision. She was excited about this trip, never having left Elendaron before. She was under no illusions, knowing the journey would be dangerous and stressful. The alliance she was to keep with the leader of Athentha, Rin, was an important one for the skies of her land to be worry free from attack. Elendaron had a tenuous agreement with Athentha at the moment, one she wanted to keep. It was more of a "you don't attack me, and I won't attack you" sort of agreement, but it had worked swimmingly so far. She had brought some gifts to make things run more smoothly, and she hoped that Rin liked them. The turmoil that was going through Athentha was very public, but it had always seemed to have some sort of war going on. Rin seemed to be the strongest competitor for the leadership role, and if she were to be taken over by the elders then Malia would be making this same agreement with them. It mattered not who she made the peace with. Pushing all thoughts of political issues aside, Malia let the thrill of leaving her kingdom enter her once more. She would have been terrified of this adventure a couple of years ago. That was before she had been trained to defend herself, and before she'd found out that she had a strong ability that could be very useful in battle. She found out at her eighteenth birthday party, and she'd trained a bit with this new skill since then. She wasn't a pro at it, and there was some doubt as to the long term effects, but she felt more confident and safe now than she'd ever felt before. There was nothing that made you more ready for anything than to know that you could take care of yourself in any situation. Now she could just enjoy this trip, where she had a break from her training and a chance to test her skills. Athentha was a dangerous place, full of powerful creatures and a curse on the land. Skacharm had given Malia a magical antidote before she'd even thought to take the journey. And just in case, he'd given her more doses to take along on the trip. He hadn't visited Athentha in a while, and didn't know if the curse had strengthened. He was sorely angry that he couldn't come along, but Elendaron needed him there. And she'd given him a long speech about how he needed to start trusting her to do what she was meant to do on her own... be a leader in her kingdom. She was glad that he'd listened to her. Just thinking of Skacharm seemed to bring him into existence, as she felt a pulsing vibration in the pocket of her dress. She reached inside to pull forth a crystal, one he'd insisted she take with her to be able to communicate with him through long distances. He didn't want to take any chances with her safety. If he felt she wasn't safe, he could teleport using strong magics to wherever she was. He wouldn't be much use after that, more than likely drained of magic and energy, but he insisted on knowing what was going on anyway. It had been over two hours since she'd last spoken to him, and he was probably chomping at the bit to find out if she'd somehow gotten herself into trouble. "Yes, Skacharm, everything is alright," she spoke to the crystal in an exasperated tone. The guard close to her could hear her embarrassing conversation, and she didn't like that they knew that she was treated like a child by Skacharm. She felt it undermined her, and that they would have trouble giving her respect. It was an issue she'd taken up with Skacharm on more than one occasion. "Do you see the island yet?" His voice was amused, and she was sure that he could hear her irritation. "Just through the clouds." Her irritation was forgotten as she could see the beauty of the island before her. "Oh my! It's lovely. It's hard to imagine the stories you've told of all the dangers when you look at the place from this distance." "Don't let it's beauty fool you. It may be beautiful, but it is still deadly dangerous. Use caution. The same goes with its leader, Rin. She is just as deadly as she is beautiful." Malia knew that for Skacharm this was the ultimate compliment. She grinned, though he couldn't see it. "I will." She shook the crystal, making it drop connection without saying goodbye. This was her little way of showing her displeasure with Skacharm for constantly bugging her. She didn't want to be bothered right now, not with political talk. She just wanted to soak in the beauty before her, and bring herself to a calmness inside for whatever may come her way.
  8. Quest of Babdol

    A group of interesting individuals, go on a quest to solve the murder of a zombie. The story revolves around a strange obsidian ring.
  9. The sun had begun to rise over the trees in the forest where Yuyi Ren had decided to gather what students he could to lay the foundations of Tiandi Wushu. He had first arrived a week ago, and for the first few days it seemed as though no one would be coming. But then on the fourth day a man had shown up seeking out the tutelage of the Wandering Dragon, as some had come to call him. Ren had greeted the man warmly, invited him to share a modest dinner with him, and then helped him set up his own gear in the camp. As the days had passed, five more had arrived, and he had welcomed them in the same fashion. Until now he had not spoken of martial arts other than to confirm that he was the man they all were seeking. Now, as the sun rose on the eighth day, he gathered the would-be students in a clearing. While he had hoped to draw in more than six people, Ren was still greatly pleased by the turn out. From this seed he would grow the Tiandi Wushu into a force of both learning and aid for the people of Valucre. Assuming of course that the six before him proved themselves worthy of his teaching. Not that he felt that he was in any way above them; he just wanted to make sure they had what it took to stick with the training that would become a part of their lives. So as they gathered before him, he smiled warmly and bowed. "Greetings. My name is Yuyi Ren, Shangdi of the Tiandi Wushu school of martial arts. You have all come to learn under me, and I am eager to teach you. First however, I would know the people who are to be my students. Each of you please tell us your name, and perhaps a little bit about yourselves." @dvsn @Twitterpated @Grim Wolf @Diremast @Laughingmad
  10. As much as he had enjoyed his prior visit to Sakura Onsen Sento, The Dragon Emperor of the Midlands was not back within the mountains so soon for another visit. In fact, he was here to investigate growing rumor of potentially a few corrupt phoenixes spotted in the region, said to be remnants of the Whispernight terror as well. The rumors were vague, though many speakers of such felt the urge to say it was quite possible that the slaying of such a creature might erect a fresh and obedient phoenix in it's wake, loyal only to the one that had done it such a grandiose service. Interestingly enough however, the Heika had less interest in felling the dark creature. Instead, he wished to attempt taming it as it was in it's corrupted state. If he had to fell the creature in the end, he would, and thus he would lay more humble claim to an even more humble partner, pet, and mount. Either way, there were major pros and cons to be had when it came to considering either scenario over the other. Though he could potentially attempt to do such a treacherous task more than once, the fact that he was acting foolishly alone was enough to convince him one chance was all he could afford himself. As Emperor, he had a duty to his people in the Midlands as well as those under his prefect in Oo'Xora. This reason alone was enough to reconsider just how much he would cast himself in great harms way. Oh how difficult it was for a monster to keep it's claws and fangs sharp. Though he wasn't in terrible condition, he was somewhat below his peak. Perhaps this inevitable encounter would serve to rekindle the flame that dwindled within him. Standing at one of the ranges tallest peaks, the Emperor looked all around himself, unable to see with the naked eye any indication of his prey. Likely the lack of sight was attributed to a more than suitable range, along with the biting winds harboring blankets of snow in it's wake. Koji found his breathing only slightly labored, indicating his prior lack of regular exercise in his other skin. How long had it been since he had been this high in the sky, or even higher? How long had it been since he swam through the clouds and dedicated to an authentic hunt? Though he wished to do this in a way he deemed more on his own than not, he begrudgingly allowed himself to harness the Mugen-me, so that he might find his target before he continued to move in anyone direction. Likewise, before he was certain of if he truly wished to shift form or not, and if so, how would he like to try doing so this time. Being only a quarter dragon meant that he was more the sort to appear as a pseudo-dragon at best. However, he was capable of dictating the precise form of dragon he took. Though he preferred the serpent like nature of Oriental Dragons better, European dragons too had their advantages. With those advantages likewise came corresponding disadvantages. Judging by the nature of the pray, he felt compelled to argue that a more European approach would yield better results. Though he was easily more proficient in the Oriental equivalent of his Dragon form. First a bulge raised slightly above his center brow, only for a fissure to split the knot nearly perfectly symmetrical. Finally, the fissure parted to revealed the two halves as eye lids, and twixt them was a literal third eye upon the Emperor's face. The creepy, vertical eye once opened would prove to be even more so that initially given credit for. The iris was enlarged and malformed, within it's golden hue was a rare case of Pupula Duplex, where the entire iris was actually two that converged at a point. In this case, the pupils too were shaped veritcally, and held the general shape of an infinit sign, albeit colored in. Without much hesitation following it's opening, Koji's normal eyes slid shut, and his undivided focus pushed into the Mugen-me solely, tapping into one of it's finer abilities. Remote viewing. Within a distnce no greater than five miles, Koji could see just about everything in fine detail. While he could harness his energy to see even further, he found his default was suitable enough to allow him to search while remaining mobile. With no immediate sign of that which he sought, Koji found a slight crouch before he kicked off of the mountain, taking flight as a man, and seemingly without assistance.
  11. Tabidachi - Starting On a Journey The journey had not been a long nor treacherous one, though it had not been short nor without necessary effort. As such, Chijono Heika and his assembly of approximately 100 men and women had made steady progress on their journey here. Stopping to rest or even to camp only when necessary. While Koji himself was not in need of such things as rest on a human standard, likewise those in his company of undead populace, he was not so cruel as to abuse his people. After all, what would be the point of marching so many to an easy grave prematurely? Dressed in simple, yet traditional purple robing accented and embroidered with silver and a bit of black and donning the Emperor's Crown complete with a hair pin not only to affix it properly, but to host it in place. The rest of his silky black curtain of hair left to naturally cascade to about his shoulder blades. The bulk of his assembled forces were dressed much more appropriately for conflict however, clad in plate armor of black, reminiscent of another time, another place. Though specific location of such varied, the golden kamon was certain to be displayed upon every single uniformed soldier affiliated to the Dynasty. Kokuryu No Kibo, The Black Dragon Scale, an obvious and direct homage paid to the Emperor himself. Naturally, as a strong and proper sovereign, he leads the militant force directly. Despite past luxuries he found himself without steed this day. While his followers would surely feel humbled that he would traverse the lands on his own two feet as they were expected, surely this was not his reasoning behind such a mundane travelling option. The most accurate reasoning would fail to be pondered or realized as they seemed to be nearing their destination, the ruins of Kaurilia. With a simple raising on his right (Draconic) hand, he erected two ebony scaled fingers, signaling his army to be vigilant and weary. With no visuals of the Dragon rumored to be haunting the region, surely some of those in attendance wondered if such a wretched, undead creature was still present itself or not. Though even from this distance, Koji found himself with a grin breaking the form of his previous and usual emotionless expression. For he could feel the mighty beast without mistake. Local plant life no matter how cluttered or sparse found itself swaying naturally in the passing gusts of wind that caressed the traveling party. All seemed quiet compared to the whispered expectations of rumor perpetuated back closer to their home. Too quiet in fact. Fortunately, the men and women of the Datsuzoku brand had been well trained and prepared for a large multitude of conflict, ranging from the prowess needed to slay the likes of common man and of great terrors alike. Though if Koji had it his way, there wouldn't be much conflict to be found between his forces and the nature of these ruins. As the rumor implied, "Defeat the Undead Dragon and claim the spoils of the ruins for one's self", Koji was certain that they would have to do something to ensure the acquisition of anything they could recover from the ruins. However, these spoils were the least of his interest. It was not that he was uninterested in the rumored treasures to be found here, though he was much more interested in the wretched Undead Dragon mentioned to be lingering here. He wished not to slay the dragon, but to dominate it, and to claim it as his own. The likes of such a majestic and lurid creature would prove to be an invaluable asset to not only him, but to the entire Empire itself. While his knowledge of Exalta Prisms was limited, he was certain that they held great power. Not only were there weapons made of such a variety to be found, but even the dragon itself was mentioned to maintain its animation by feeding from the power of an entire prism! With his hand lowered once more, and each hand depositing itself in the opposing sleeve of his robe, Koji found himself suddenly taken aback as he would flawlessly notice the back in formation, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The trees surrounding them, nearly all of them in fact, had begun to acquire an unnatural sway that simply could not be attributed to the passing winds. It seemed that not unlike the Jubokko living scattered through the forestry of Jigoku Country itself, these trees had grown animated with life of their own even. Whether they had naturally mutated into awry things, or they harbored spirits that superimposed their existences, these living trees had already began to assault the traveling party once they found themselves surrounded. Koji stopped, and knowing his back was watched in tandem with his own preternatural senses, he would keep his scarlet eyes viewing his most direct front, as well as his peripheral vision. Still with his hands concealed, he stood calm and ready, his grin failing and returning his face to that solemn, emotionless mug complete with narrowed visage that could only be described as a cold smoldering gaze. His reptilian pupils slightly dilated, growing sharper and thinner as his men reacted accordingly. It took a man being snatched up by a tree to warrant this reaction from the party, and in unison, as if a single force, the allies of the seized man fought to free and retain him. Those too far to help the one focused on the trees nearest them. "Focus on our defenses, we press onward to Kaurilia!" He exclaimed as he would begin to move forth once more. Bladed weapons would hardly prove suitable to fight the likes of solid trees, those of a more mundane variety anyway. The Emperor understood most of those in attendance weren't fortunate as he was with his myriad of gifts and abilities that complimented his prowess in almost any and every situation that he could be thrown against. He was from a plane apart from this one, one much harsher than this one in fact. It was in his home plane that he was groomed into part of the monster he was today. Thanks to the Yokai Queen herself however, Koji had been unbound, and evolved into the perfect monster that now lead a legion of his own military. An apex predator in man's clothing. When the inevitable happened and the Heika found himself targeted by one of these trees himself, it took little effort for his lips to part which revealed tiny tongues of flame licking between his fanged teeth. His jaws snapped open a moment later, ushering forth a torrential gout of flame that shrouded the parts of the tree within range. The tree recoiled and began to dance chaotically as the fire spread upon it without regard. The Dragon Fire imparted upon it worked to shroud it as he ate away at the tree's layers and so desperately worked towards its core. 'I suppose they aren't much like the Jubokko after all...Their roots remain planted, even though their ambush has turned into a formidable skirmish.' @danzilla3
  12. [Axis Mundi] Over the hill

    “Girl!” She felt herself flinch as the word slapped her squarely on the edge of her prim jaw. Girl, there’s really no better word than that to really describe her, especially now. Struggling to pull her boot quickly and quietly on, she’s forced to listen to the woman speak in her ear in raspy whispers that threaten to wake up the entire castle. Far too lost to the determination pounding in her veins, the girl was ready to suffer the consequences of her choices - born ready, really. Slapping the sole of her boot on the polished floor, she looked up to the shrouded woman with a smile that said so many things. What’s she supposed to do? Just sit here behind castle walls and pray? Praying has gotten her many things in her life and she’s been thankful for each and every answered prayer, but there isn’t a single hymn that will soothe the ache in her broken heart. This is something she has to do, and she must do it quickly or else she will lose the nerve. “I have the schematics for the island and I know that it’s dangerous, but I can do it.” The ucissore sucked in a breath between her teeth, holding back from smacking the impetuous child upside the head full force. Every day she is showing herself to be of the Raven and Lion, and she has never been more infuriated with such a development until now. Watching the girl pull on her armour like she knows what she’s doing, and handling the sword like she was meant to hold it made the ucissore angry. Literally feeling the blood boiling under her skin, she had to turn away from her to catch her breath. Impetuous, spoiled brat …! “Who are you taking with you?!” Olympia swung her gaze back and forth down the long hallway that’s been long abandoned in the long hours of the night. The air was stale with uncertainty and humid with melancholy, thanks to … eager tears sprang to her eyes, and with a heated hand she quickly wipes them away before they spill. She’s been thinking about everything way too much the last few days, allowing herself to be ostracized from her family and friends and companions. She needed time to think about what to do next and how in the world she’s supposed to carry on without her mother’s ever needed guidance. Stepping out into the hallway, she pressed a finger to her lips to hush the ucissore from speaking any more. Yonatan may not like it but she’s the reason why Oly is back in the world of the living. She came to comfort the young girl, inspire her to mingle with her family once more and grieve appropriately. It worked, for the girl certainly felt inspired - unfortunately. “I will take whoever wants to follow, like you.” They slinked through the castle and out to the courtyard, where some men and women mingled before they depart for their nightly duties. There was no real sneaking for Olympia, the influence heavy and thick around her, making it impossible for her to remain outside the minds of others. Thankfully she was mostly ignored, all knowing that the Melisende siblings are still mourning the loss of their mother, and most of them are extremely volatile at this point. “How are you getting there?” “By ship, how else? I’d fly there if I had wings.” The girl entered the silent armory, noting the tepid heat inside while approaching the farthest wall where the newer, more “archaic” weapons were kept. Kadia is very advanced with its technology herding it past many other places scattered in Valucre, but it never ignores the wonders of sword and shield. “Do you know how to operate a airship?” “Nope, but someone does and I’m sure they’re on the ship. Who is going to deny me?” Olympia can’t second guess, she can’t think of the what ifs and she certainly can’t hesitate. She doesn’t know how they will get a airship, let alone someone who will fly it to an island that’s been branded Code Red. Only the bravest of the brave would even dare to think about conquering the island, and of course only the stupid. She knows she’ll need more than just herself and Yonatan to go, but how hard is it really to get followers? Certainly there is someone who will help them and with them more help will come.
  13. [ Ravenspire ] Unexpected Reunions

    That had probably not gone over as well as he would have hoped. Not that he could have expected anything in the first place, however. Tenkai had been so out of the loop that he hadn’t even realized General Kanzaki had perished in the first place, let alone reborn as not so quite the same person. Of course, this had been nothing like the kind of rebirth that Buddhists were acquainted with. This was something else entirely, and Tenkai felt if he had tried to trouble himself over the details and intricacies of Raveena, her people, OXY and all of her past history, his head would likely explode. It was useless and detrimental for him to fixate on a past that had no bearing on his present. He’d save that for when the time called for it. For now it was just better to accept the situation as is. Raveena was essentially a new individual, and Tenkai would have to simply work from there. James, on the other hand, seemed more or less the same as always, and was far more informed on the situation. His help would be invaluable in whatever situation he got himself involved in with Raveena’s kingdom in the future. With their mention of Koji, the son of Xartia Pendragon, Tenkai imagined that time wasn’t too terribly far away. But for now, Tenkai had found himself in Kadia, originally for the sole purpose of reconnecting with the General and get some grasp of the situation in these lands. Having achieved this, he now found himself with a new point of interest: Kadia itself. In spite of his disagreements with Raveena, Tenkai was not at all ignorant of her words. Regardless of how their unusually strict laws seemed to someone like him, Kadia was a prospering empire with people who seemed to want for little. As far as Tenkai could tell, no citizen of the empire was prevented from leaving the city, or the empire itself for that matter. The people did not seem to suffer. Far from it, even. It would seem that for all the liberties sacrificed, they were done so willingly due to the reverence they held for their Emperor. As far as they were concerned, he was a living god and, given the nature of this land, he may as well be one. The land that had made Tenkai into who he was, now so very far away, had its own unfortunate history with living god-emperors and what came from that devotion. It was perhaps this memory of history that continued to give the monk pause in spite of his peaceful surroundings. No peace this complete and perfect ever came without a price, often a terrible one at that. Tenkai couldn’t help but wonder what the nature of the Emperor of Kadia was. In the midst of thought, Tenkai had managed to finish his wrapped sandwich, waltzing over to a nearby receptacle—or at least something he hoped was a receptacle—to discard the wrapper. No more than just a few feet away was an Imperial Legionnaire. Tenkai recognizes him as such based on his previous encounter with them upon entering the city. The monk figured he was either standing guard or surveying the area if only for one strange detail: he was looking at Tenkai. Staring, even, from the corner of his eyes. It was subtle, barely visible due to the helmet shadowing his eyes, but Tenkai wasn’t so easily fooled. After all these years of dealing with the awkward stares of passers by, he knew when there were a pair of eyes set upon him. Tenkai tried not to make it awkward. Besides, there could be a perfectly good reason for the guard’s behavior. Tenkai was a foreigner, and a rather oddly dressed one at that. It was reasonable for guards to look at him strangely. In an effort to ease the situation, Tenkai nodded and tipped his hand to his head in a half-salute-half-wave kind of fashion. Just enough to show due respect without being excessive to the degree of coming off as mockery. The guard didn’t move an inch in response. Tenkai continued on his way, turning his eyes away from the guard as he past. Somehow, the monk had a feeling those eyes were still following him. That would have been the end of it, of course, had Tenkai not turned the corner and saw not one, but two legionnaires, just like the first one, staring right at him as he passed by. These two made no effort to hide their gaze—their heads were trained right on him as he passed. The monk wasted no time. He nodded his head and moved swiftly on his way without engaging any more than he needed to. That’s strange, he thought. There’s certainly a lot more of them around than there were before. The more Tenkai progressed through Ravenspire, the more the same thing occurred. It was no surprise to him that there were guards everywhere throughout the city, but he seemed to keep finding them in places that were a bit too convenient for them to run into him. The general air about them was most unwelcoming, far more than Tenkai had experienced when he first came to Kadia. It was only after walking another block or so that it all began to make sense. That one right there, he thought, peering at a legionnaire from the corner of his eye. It’s a subtle difference, but I’m positive! That’s the same one I saw earlier staring at me with the sidelong glance! That must be why I keep running into them!, he continued, his pace increasing steadily. They’re not just watching me—they’re following me! Indeed, they had been following him, and they had been very good at covering their tracks. It took Tenkai much longer than it usually did to tell someone was tailing him, shadowing his movements so carefully that they could keep an eye on him without actually looking like they were following him. Either this was standard training for a Legionnaire, or these were no ordinary Legionnaires. Tenkai kept his movements from looking too frantic. If he did, it would tip them off that he was aware of being followed, and their strategy would change. For all he knew, it was already too late. These men didn’t just seem to be tailing him. They were were predicting his movements, cutting him off as they came around every corner he sought to turn towards in order to lose his tail. Just how many of them did they have following him? By the time he reached the bridge, Tenkai could find out. There were about six more of them standing around the bridge, loose enough for citizens to pass but still allowing them to close ranks as Tenkai approached. The others that had followed Tenkai were standing not too far behind, covering all areas for escape. There had to be about a dozen of them, no weapons drawn, no action to be openly interpreted as hostile. They simply stood there, surrounding him as a matter of intimidation. But why would they do this? Tenkai had not committed any crime. He was quite critical of Kadia’s codex, sure, but that wasn’t against the law as far as he could see, and there’s no way they would’ve known that unless they had been tipped off. The only ones who could have done that were James and Raveena, and that was highly improbable. In spite of her being a different person now, Tenkai felt he could trust her that much. These days, that was a lot coming from Tenkai. “Is there a problem, gentlemen?” Tenkai asked, his tone of voice neutral as his eye scanned over them. It was useless for him to try and use his other eye, as it was still acting strangely. The monk’s simple question, met only with silence. At least, not until another man stepped forward. He seemed like part of the Kadian Legion from the outset, but his armor was different than that of the other Legionnaires. Tenkai figured he was their captain, but it was also possible he was someone else entirely. Who was he? For that matter, who were they? Were they really Legionnaires? “That’s exactly what we’ve come here to find out,” said the armored man in charge, slowly approaching Tenkai. “All mankind is welcome in Kadia, and you appear to be human, but your manner of dress smacks of foreign religion. State your business.” Tenkai was taken aback. It didn’t seem like they were aware of what he had spoken of to James and Raveena. Instead, they were more concerned with the fact that Tenkai’s robes clearly resembled that of a holy man. In particular, a holy man of a faith not native to Kadia, or even this world for that matter. “I am visiting a friend,” said the monk, finding no need or want to lie but no desire to give any more detail than that. “I travel a lot, you see.” “Yes, travel,” replied the “captain”, “We are aware of the ‘travels’ your kind are known for, spreading their word and proselytizing the peoples of sovereign nations with words of ‘hope’ and ‘peace’” “I do no such thing,” Tenkai said, the neutral tone now permeated with a twinge of irritation. “I only help those that suffer.” “Then no one has need of you here. If anything causes them to suffer, it is the intellectual laziness inspired by blind faith. Know that Kadia follows the Corvinite Ecclesiarchy and the Emperor’s secular truth. None shall be found wanting.” Tenkai quirked a one-eyed brow at that statement. “Corvinite Ecclesiarchy, you say? Strange...,” he said, rubbing his chin. “For all your disapproval, that sounds an awful lot like religion to me.” “You’ll watch that snide tongue of yours, foreign priest. Your ‘freedom’ of speech is worth nothing compared to the Empire’s sovereignty.” “It was merely an observation.” “Even an observation that insults the Corvinite Truth cannot be tolerated.” The Legionnaires and their leader stepped closer. Tenkai had no idea whether they would strike at him or not, though he felt that if the situation had elevated that far they would already have their weapons drawn. They were merely increasing the pressure. “I meant absolutely no insult.” Tenkai kept himself perfectly calm, making not a single sudden movement. “Your intentions mean even less to us than your ideology,” said the leader. “If your business in Kadia is concluded, then we shall see you to the gate.” The legionnaires began to close in on Tenkai. It was likely that they intended to escort him to the gates of Ravenspire, if not the nearest port, and send him on his way out of Kadia. At least, that’s what he could only hope they intended to do with him. They made no move to attack or manhandle him, but at this distance Tenkai could feel it as clear as the day itself. They were absolutely itching for a reason to pummel him into the dirt, practically daring him to disobey. What better way to make an example than to have him, a monk from a foreign land, causing trouble with the Kadian Legion when nothing was expected of him but his obedience. The fact that Tenkai was carrying a sword likely made matters worse. It didn’t seem like they had cared about that fact either way, but they would without a doubt use it against him. Simply uncovering the weapon would probably be enough justification for them to execute him without question. Bloodshed was the last thing Tenkai wanted right now, and he would rather acquiesce and depart from Kadia than cause an international fiasco. But how could he be sure that was all they would do? If he cooperated, they could easily lead him somewhere more restricted and out of public view, strip him of his armaments and then...well...at that point, it would be over if they wished him to disappear. The Legionnaires were uncomfortably close. A cold, armored hand reached out to firmly grasp his shoulder and move him along... @Narcissa
  14. The sign dangled mournfully in the wind: Edmund Insurance Co. Ltd. The building in front of which it hung was not a particularly special office building among all the others, but this sign was very special; it was the last sign left to still hang, free to sway in the stray breezes that sweep the streets every now and then, like the last, undecayed body clinched to the gallows by a rope that would not die. It was an enormous privilege. The interior of the building had no electricity, as the reactors in faraway lands had long since rusted away, and as such any description of it would be wasted breath. In brief: every surface was smothered in dust. Scattered about were toppled chairs, flakes of ice peppering sheets of ice caught in webs of ice, and slabs of fallen plaster. On the second floor, inside the deepest closet, there was a wooden school-desk that had been eaten half away by the cold. The initials “R.E.” were etched into the underside, haphazardly as a schoolchild might, and topside there sat a radio. It was an old radio, looking for all the world like the first radio ever invented, and by now so covered in rust that it was more a part of the scenery, than a device apart from it. A soft click and a burst of static later, its internal light sparked to life – the first light to grace the room in a thousand years. “---zzzZZZT---Get in the fucking pods---zzz---” The transmission faded soon after, and the whine of the radio was all that’s left to disturb the quiet inside. A chill wind rises outside and tears the sign off its perch. Where it lands, a rift is torn open in space, and the first of eleven unknowing individuals steps foot into such a world.
  15. The Viceroy has a Visitor

    The Cambion found himself unexpectedly busy this particular day. It would seem he had forgotten about a meeting he had previously arranged for the Society of Arcanists, in regards to his upcoming announcement of opening a new academy for the magically inclined and interested. Sponsorship was a hard thing to accommodate for just about any business venture. Symbiosis was a must, for if all involved parties didn't feel that they were properly protected and compensated in their relationships, it would surely lead to a collapse of said relationships. It would seem that they were close to agreements in their negotiations, though it would seem that the society wasn't yet sold on Xartia's intended methods of teaching. They feared that he offered to lax of a curriculum them to back and be responsible for. They feared not only misuse/misconduct, or lack of responsibility, but also just even the general odds of a mishaps that could lead to spell work going awry and wrecking havoc in any given area of populace. Though the Cambion wouldn't let up, counter arguing vigorously with the preposterous idea that those whom sought to do harm where of greater concern than the ignorant. Which brought him to the point of those educated through his academy being made something more than just a petty dabbler, one whom would be lost from ignorance and ushered into the realm of the knowing and the wise. There was still a chance that someone would be perfected through his academy that would abuse their knowledge, though he was certain that such a thing would be less of a threat than doing nothing. He wagered that for every bad egg, he would have hundreds of good ones that would likely be willing to over compensate the bad one into expulsion. Likewise, just as Xartia was a demon capable of giving others prowess in the arcana, he too could take such powers away. Once more unable to reach an agreement, the council set a date for the next and hopefully last meeting. Silently, he watched them all leave what would eventually be the board room of the academy. From the looks of it, building had proceeded and was making good head way. By his calculations, the structure was 65% complete. Enough to organize meeting in and tour, but no where near enough to deliver the final idea in justice. Not yet at least. As he often did these days, he found himself dressed in some sort of formal, business attire. He wore a vantablack suit that was trademarked on it's various tags with his personal brance, The Wiseman. Beneath the jack he wore a brown button up shirt that was tucked neatly into the waist of his pants, a goldenrod tie twisted into the perfect Windsor knot found itself adjusted for no reason at all as the Cambion cleared his threat. Falling back into his seat, he would give a flick of the wrist, abusing his flawless trait of sleight of hand in order to mysteriously produce an odd looking tin cigarette holder of some sort. Opening the tin, the contents within were revealed as the perfectly rolled, filter-less cigarettes that were easily more than simple tobacco. Any familiar to the scent of such would unmistakably pick up on the purple hued, dried and ground contents mixed into the mixed cancer stick. With a reassuring drag, it seemed to light its opposing end of it's own accord. The pale blue smoke that streamed from the cherry matched that which he slowly exhaled, filling the atmosphere with the aroma of burning tobacco and wolfsbane. His exhale came in the form of a sigh as he could hear and feel someone approaching the empty room with only a table and several chairs. When the door opened, his emerald eyes would already be starring, as if having been looking at the person beyond them the entire time. It would seem that Captain Rebecca herself had made it a point to come see him so abruptly after his meeting. Naturally, he prepared himself to here some news he wouldn't wish to, such as another case of destruction in a warehouse, or perhaps another cargo ship found itself lost to pirates. "My Lord, it would seem you have an unexpected visitor. She says her visit is important, and though we know not of her, she claims that her company would be most welcomed by you. She claims to have history with you, though she won't disclose what exactly that might be." "Did you manage to get her name? Any other useful information before I decide how to respond to this...stranger?" "She is perhaps a bit shorter than you, she's also quite beautiful. Her features seem elven, but if I had to guess there's more to her than that. Long silky black hair, big blue eyes...I believe she said her name was Ania." His eyes grew unexpectedly wide in that moment, though he quickly fixed his face and came to stand to fast. Coincidentally he swallowed a bit of smoke and as a result began to cough as he waved any excess from his face. Still he would continue to finish the special cigarette, it was important to do so if he wished to remain in control of this wretched curse he inquired from that damned Mercenary he had the pleasure of "helping" in the Cold South.Walking around the table, he would bring his left hand to lay upon Captain Becky's shoulder before he gave it a slight, reassuring squeeze. "Thank you for coming to get me personally Captain, you did at least allow her into the Port yes?" "Indeed we did Lord, she even made it a point to request an escort to accompany her to your estate." "Wonderful. Return to work now Captain, I'll go to my unexpected guest immediately. In fact, make sure my assistants double check my calendar and cancel the rest of my afternoon. If this woman truly is the Ania I know, I'm certain I'll at least need the afternoon. Surely we have a lot to catch up on." Just like that, the Captain nodded and went back to work. Xartia would take the option of actually walking from the incomplete academy, to his estate. He didn't dread getting back and dealing with an old face, though he had to ponder ahead of time what she could possibly want, the condition she would be in even, as well as the nature of her visit. What would he even say to her? What could he say to her? Did she potentially hold a grudge on him for so mysteriously vanishing from her company after she stood there and watched his kingdom fall with him? Despite his longer walk, the Cambion still had ultimately no idea how to approach this situation, nor any clear assumptions on how Ania might approach it herself. Though as he breached the gates to his estate and approached the front door, the clearing image of her figure would reveal itself to him. He found his palms beginning to sweat a bit, his mouth drying as well. His heart rate increased ever so slightly, and his stomach began to turn in knots comparable to the feeling of bees swarming and stinging it from the inside out. Still, he would control his outward appearance, and push a soft smirk onto his face while trying to actually calm himself. Clearing his throat before swallowing hard, he had no doubt she would come to face him just as he would begin speaking. "What a wonderful surprise...Tell me dear, what brings you all the way out here to see someone like me?" Call it mocking, call it humility, either way he had no shame it seemed. Honestly he wasn't quite sure how she was able to track him down, though his rising reputation no doubt played a roll. Perhaps she just happened to come to Valucre, in which she found out he was there after arriving. If she had went out of her way however, there was no doubt that between her mixed lineage, there was certainly divination available to her than not even he was capable of. Still, for her to come and find him after the way he left things, it had to be important. Truly. @brokendolleyes
  16. Pacterrah: A World Reclaimed

    It was only a few years ago, yet it feels like it has been many. The world of Pacterrah used to be well organized. With great kingdoms and great people, anyone was welcomed. These kingdoms would usually remain allied, but every now and again a war would occur. People were happy, kingdoms were strong, and the grass was very green. Oh yes, other than the few large kingdoms, this world was filled with lovely patches of scenery. Some of them were even inhabited by those who loved the world past the extent of most. But then he came... He came out of no where, just arrived. He seemed to just be a mild annoyance at first, but this was his plan. He planned to be sent straight to the royals of the kingdoms, so he could destroy them all. He twisted people's words against them, shattered their will and with it came the order. He left no homes for those who wished to hide. He burned everything he saw, to make way for his own personal towers. In just three weeks everyone knew A'rrazaah's name. He had destroyed the kingdoms and left nothing but villages spread across the world. He burned the forests, erected volcanoes, and made sure the grass would never be green again. Within just four and a half weeks, the sky was clouded by dark, blood red clouds. His next step he took? Well, he made sure the demons across the multiverse that were loyal to him were here too. They make sure no one rebels. The people still alive were made slaves. No one had any hope, but everyone wanted it to end. Everything, was under A'rrazah's control... or so he thought. Deep within the old mines, a small and secret kingdom has formed. This kingdom is filled with fighters who managed to escape A'rrazaah's apocalypse, but they still need more. For years, they have been studying the demons across the world. They studied their patterns and when they were not around certain villages. Today, they make history.
  17. A Wandering Star

    The sun had just set a few hours before, bright stars and constellations now littering the dark and vast sky overhead. There was a forest near a small town that bustled about, filled with the common folk who went about their daily lives, fulfilling their daily routines and having normal conversations. These people had children who would often run off to the forest to discover and explore, as they were curious to look. However, on this clear and cool evening night, a small girl dashed into the woods, though she did not come from the town. Instead, the girl had dashed from the open fields and plains into hiding. The girl's name was Ella, and she was practically gasping for breath, leaning against a thick tree trunk. Her legs felt like jelly, her feet aching from hard far she had traveled. Ella was a small, albino nymph that was currently running to find a new forest to reside in, as she decided to run away from her old home. The albino had long, lovely white hair of silk that fell just below her hips. She had a petite figure, small, short and rather child-like. The girl wore a plain black dress, held up with thin straps upon her shoulders, the bottom falling to just above her knees and she went barefoot. Then her face, it was absolutely perfect and beautiful. Ella had an unworldly beauty, as she came from the stars, with her soft, pure white, albino skin and pinchable cheeks. She had nice, blue-tinted lips and bright, crystal blue eyes with a bit of silver. She was a mere 4 foot 10 inches, but on this particular day, her courage was higher than her own self. The nocturnal nymph looked around in the darkness of the woods before continuing further into the trees, her footsteps as silent as a mouse. Ella's heart was pounding against her chest, feeling as if she might pass out at any given moment due to her body being exhausted. The nymph had never strayed away from her home forest, besides to hunt, fish and gather, but even then it was never too far. The albino girl leaned against another tree, tears springing up to her blue gems, before she slid to sit in the dirt, hands trembling. She whimpered softly before a soft cry erupted from between her lips, glittering tears escaping from the corner's of her eyes and sliding down her cheeks. Ella's tears sparkled in the night, looking as if glitter had been stuck to her face. Her salty tears lingered in the corners of her lips and dripped from her chin, dropping into the dirt and emanating short bursts of white light. A small tug of the hair caused the nymph to jump and gasp in surprise, looking up with glowing tears in her eyes to find a tiny, floating being she had not seen come close. It was a fairy with locks of green and rich, chocolate eyes, fluttering around the crouched nymph, inspecting the newcomer to the forest. A small smile pulled at Ella's lips as another fairy or two followed suit, touching the albino's snowy hair and soft face, their small voices hardly heard by her own ears. Ella had seen fairies multiple times before, but how odd it was, how they all began to swarm her, flying around her head and touching her.. the fairies were obviously curious about the new nymph, as they could sense what sort of power lied under her skin. She let out a small laugh, one that was warm and melodic, as the fairies sat upon Ella's head like a crown, braiding tiny pieces of her hair. It seemed the fairies liked the albino, though that seemed only natural, as fairies were attracted to beautiful things.
  18. The Anima Imperium

    Nature possessed a mixture of quite and chaos. The flora and fauna shifting and swaying for balance between vast worlds of green, and ever growing colonies of predators chasing the prey in the never ending cycle Gaia has blessed upon with this world. Terrenus possessed it's own natural chaos that was set apart from the rest of the world. It's mixtures of cultures, technologies, beliefs, and desires splitting apart the natural order just the same. This rift reaching a boiling point when the civil war broke out; It's borders becoming blurred and it's power diverging. This attracted many things, both good and evil...Dr. Marigold Orion Ravenspire being one of them. He didn't believe in good or evil, cause and effects that continue to roll over each other through the eons. progress being lost, being made, and being forgotten altogether. This is the kind of thinking that marred his supposedly 'mad'; He found it infuriating that believing the world should be free from religious ties or bound in such inconsequential moral conflicts was considering stark raving mad. His mind continued to swim with this acrid thoughts as he stood amidst the trees. A breeze picking up from the south, and blowing through his features; causing his hair to whip in the wind and his lab coat to do the same. "It's strange that we of sentience are the anomoly" He muttered "Nature itself possesses no good or evil...simply survival and the continuation of the cycle. Birds who cannot fly when pushed out of their nests will die, and defenseless eggs a mother spent gestating being eaten by a roving snake...a cruel mistress indeed, and yet the world believes such fairy tales like the righteous versus the vindictive still exists" He said in a mutter, snickering at the thought before pushing up his glasses with a single finger "But I digress. This is the perfect location to set up. It took me longer than I would have liked, but it's all worth it in this moment" he said, a smile creeping along his face as his eyes glinted with that manic thirst for progress. He put his index and his thumb against his lips and belted out a shrill whistle that echoed through the clearing he stood in for what seemed like miles...a mechanical reverberation soon calling back as his greatest creation bolted through the forest like a brisk wind of steel, stopping before it's master with only the sound of it's shifting parts. "I will have to work on your reaction time Xerxes" He muttered idly with a purse of his lips "Report" He commanded before his glasses instantly lit up with the same shed of dull red the mechanical dogs eyes were. His glasses now showing him the last minute of Xerxes' recon around the surrounding forest. Heat signatures and biological scanners only picking up lower lifeforms, but nothing of worry. His glasses flickering back to their clear sheen. "Xerxes, 25 by 25 square mile perimeter 3 inches deep marked with me acting as the center, uproot trees if necessary" He once again commanded as he did the mental math in his head easily enough before standing in the middle of what would soon be his claim of land. The doctor snapping his fingers; Xerxes eyes flashing a obedient green before immediately getting to work on his orders. His tail straighting out like a straight razor before lowering down to the ground as though it were a till. A laser beaming from his snout and making a perfect line forward before dashing forward without a slight deviation in his movement. The work of a machine without human error. Xerxes bounding through the clearing, carving a deep groove into the ground behind him before stopping immediately and without any further shifts in forward momentum. A single groove 25 miles long, made in under a minute. Marigold couldn't help but grin. He had started working on Xerxes since he was six, and didn't stop a single day since then...He had come such a long way, and it was the closest thing the doctor had to a bond. Xerxes, shifting his legs and lowering his tail once more before starting again, bolting across the ground. It took only 10 minutes to finish the work, due to a few trees that had to be uprooted. The loyal creation's eyes blinking green indicating it's task had been accomplished before standing at Marigold's side. A large outline now dug out in the ground, marking Marigold's future in Terranus. "Now for the real work to begin" He said with clasped hands Marigold had manufactured a portable cargo container that Xerxes had been pulling as they had been exploring all across the world, every important schematic and priceless project he had poured his hardwork into residing within that, although he still felt remiss about having to leave his old lab behind. He may have stripped it down to it's barest components, but it still was a very effecient workspace. He would have to make this one even more effecient. The largest issue currently was that he didn't have any building supplies as he would have had to bring 33 or so carts to fit all the supplies he had amassed in his time, resorting to stashing it in the vault deep within his old lab, at least he knew it would be safe from looters. He brought out everything from the container and laid it out before the perimeter, having Xerxes carry the heavier items before laying out a schematic for the plot of land, mapping it out to a tee; Both the doctor and his loyal companian getting to work on starting what was to be a new future for them. Marigold started embedding 4 cylindrical poles at each corner of the perimeter. These poles 15 feet tall, 4 feet in diameter. These taking quite awhile to install as he made sure that their bases were solid and without any weak points such as screws or joints. He would be sure to mold concrete around the base to secure it further. Each of these tall cylinders have a half inch thick slit from top to bottom pointed in the direction of each groove in the ground. Well that was the first layer of defenses taken care of. The doctor continuing to contemplate over his designs as he looked over the large expanse of land. It wasn't as big as he'd like it to be, but he could make the most out of the space he had currently. "the possabilites are quite literally endless" He said with a bark of laughter. He had everything planned out now, all he needed was further supplies, This of which coming from one of his few allies. Nines. He found her rather charming, and despite his ill disposition towards most people simply because he loathed everyone to a certain extent. She was an exception in that regard. They had met quite some time ago. Marigold interested in purchasing Patian Crystals to further his research; He wasn't the only one however as bandits immediately tried to attack them, unfortunately for them...Xerxes possessed an acute emergence residuum within his main processor that could detect the threat levels of others toward his master and within a few moments of them launching their attack. He left them in pieces...not before getting a few solid hits on both of them however as Xerxes was forced to wait outside the tavern they were staying in. Marigold quick to act as he pulled several syringes and a medical kit from his lab coat and immediately treated both of them. What was once grievous wounds to the guts soon became wounds that would heal over time granted they took it easy for the time being. It was from those moments that a thin and rickety friendship and alliance formed between them. Nines had unofficially offered him to join an organization she called the triumvirate. He had always considered himself neutral, never caring to get involved in pious, holier-than-though groups, but the more she talked about their motives and goals...the more interested he became. It would give him powerful allies, and allow him to further his research with the backing of these other members while they didn't pay his immoral views of science and experimentation no mind. It still wasn't official, but with the ideas that he had brewing currently...he had a feeling it would be soon. Marigold giving her a tracking device that was capable of tracking Xerxes in case he was ever kidnapped, taken, or his processor stolen. Nines would find him at the perimeter he had been working on the better part of the day. His form crouched as he overlooked his schematics. He was a tall individual, but was quite thin. It seemed like a stiff breeze could knock him over. From her advantage all she could see is his steely mauve hair pulled in a loose ponytail with a single plum ribbon keeping it all together, his red lab coat a stark shift in the otherwise greens and browns of the surrounding forest. The sounds of muttering heard in his direction as he contemplated over the sizable project he had decided to take on. Xerxes whipping his head toward her form with a dangerous glow of his eyes before recognizing the tracker on her form and his aggressive behavior turning passive. He turned around, his deep purple eyes catching her gaze, and he gave her an ominous smile; rising from his crouched position and dusted himself off as he faced her. "Excellent, you've arrived. that boasts good news I hope. I have a plethora of plans that require the materials we talked about prior" He said. It was hard to gauge his tones and expression as it seemed he was both condescending, intrigued, and stoic all at once. His eyes betraying all of this as they swirled, and flared with a manic activity. It was like he was the living embodiment of a dam with an ocean of madness and experimentation held back by the thinnest walls. "I assume this group of yours is on their mission yes? An important one from the minute details you told me" He said, two rows of glossy white teeth exposed as he grinned "The project I have planned will interest all parties involved. I assure you this. The Ravenspire will be a laboratory fit for one of a scientific thirst such as I, and it's walls can easily hide that which does not want to be seen" He said with a glint in his eye. @The Alexandrian
  19. (Part of Phase 2 of the Terran Civil War. Thread for establishment of the Terra War Cult) Some flee from battle, other politics, and yet some are displaced for less than savory reasons. Some of them are new pilgrims, while others have been on the run, looking for sanctuary, for years. However, no matter the reason as to why they abandoned their homes, they eventually all end up disenfranchised. Living on the fringes of society has a way of degrading esteem and worth and creates vulnerable populations. And while unity in pain can bring people together to topple regimes, it can just as often create imploding cesspools of crime. Trilith looks down upon the valley, from atop a cliff, and absorbs the totality of the refugee camp. In a lot of ways, it isn’t too different from the makeshift town she grew up in. Unpracticed earthbenders had shaped the land into haphazard homes in the form of dirt domes. Puffs of smoke escape from holes in the top, while people come and go from doorways concealed by curtains. Dotted throughout the shanties are tents, made from blankets, canvas, rugs, and possibly even a few sails. All in all, the situation doesn’t look terrible, but there are obvious areas to improve. From her vantage point the two biggest concerns are the lack of proper defense, only a mound of rock a few feet high marks the perimeter, and the lack of proper sanitation. Shall trenches run from each abode and collect at a single junction that feeds a large trench that eventually discharges into a burning pit a few dozen meters from the encampment. “I wonder, haven or cesspool?” The answer didn’t matter, because regardless of what awaited her, her course of action would not change. Taking a step over the edge she nearly goes parallel as she glissades to the bottom of the valley. Vibrant red hair flutters about like wild flames caught in an updraft. From a distance she must have looked an awful lot like a torch sliding down the cliff. Reaching the bottom, she presses off of the rock wall and leaps to a nearby boulder. Her toes touch it for the briefest second before she jumps from it to another and then the ground. As she comes to a stand her hair rides the momentum of her descent and flutters down past her shoulders, only to get caught dancing in front of her chest. “Brothers and sisters!” The call is made as she begins the final portion of her trek to the camp.
  20. Moonspeak!

    @Aleksei@dvsn It had been some time since the Corvinus had set foot in the Midlands. In his youth, even before he had found himself a Roanist Knight, or a Knight of the Black Heart, he had crossed this place many times as a mercenary. In the more recent past, he had come here to announce his claim over the Cold South after having filled the power vacuum. It had been merely a formality then, and he had not returned since. Save for now. His reasons had nothing to do with Union City, or even Koji’s rising empire. He was here on more personal business, regarding Celine, his Soulseeker. He had commanded his ship to land a bit away from the Empire’s borders, the rest of the journey had been made on foot, the distance had been short, key individuals taking a more convoluted route. Despite his age, he wasn't as fatigued as many might suspect, power armor compensating for weaknesses of a body worn by time. He was a tall man, broad in shoulders and straight of back. There was an undeniable militaristic discipline to him, having been in many armies even as a mercenary since the raw age of six, he had trained with many forces. Though he could only truly credit his discipline to the respective knighthoods, he would give them at least that much credit. He had made his way to the center of the budding nation center, walking with such purpose that in conjunction with the foreboding presence he exuded, kept many from interfering with him. It helped that his large frame, pitch black power armor, and stern expression added an air of authority to him. The two blades, his hand-and-a-half and dagger also helped to keep all but the most adamant of people out of his path. Inevitably he was halted by the guards, to which he offered the simplest explanations and introductions. By the quality of his armor and his appearance alone there could be no doubt. The truth was hammered home by the deep negative presence of the God Emperor, devoid of all metaphysical essence that such could not exist around him. “I will find my own way.” He said, waving away the help of those offering to guide him to meet their rising emperor. It would give him a moment to study the architecture of this strange culture, as well as its art. His mildly curious explorations had ultimately landed him in the harem, though he did not enter into its deeper inner sanctum. He stood before a tapestry, black eyes studying the quality of the fabric, the artistry of its design. His handsome and age lined face showing a hint of interest. Truly a strange place, there was a distinct femininity to the decor. Flowers, brighter colors, and soft fragrances. There was the distinct impression he should not be here. He ignored it, he had only followed where he felt Celine the strongest. Corvinus had little doubt the woman would find him easily enough, in such proximity he was a hard presence to miss. Celine could feel him as much as he could feel her, he had an awakening, a revelation of sorts when he made the experiment a month ago. It had shaken much of what he believed, but the effort had drained him, shaking his consciousness. He wondered how much was real and what was the trick of his mind when he had lost consciousness. He pushed such thoughts from his mind, he had a far more important matter. A matter that was key to the grand scheme of things.
  21. Venom Signs

    [x] It starts in the country. The cities don't feel it at first. For them nothing changes. But in the towns and hamlets all across the countryside, the absence of royal monster hunters, of road patrols, of knights and armies and adventurers makes for a foul omen of things to come. Father Constans of Church-on-The-Hill was seeing some of it already and he'd been locked up in his prayer room ever since, burning his diviner's incense and pleading for guidance from mother Gaia. Gaia was, as usual, busy. Oh, the magic flowed freely enough, Constans could re-arrange the stone furniture any time he liked, but no one was home up there...or down there, or wherever Gaia lived. That was the problem: Gaia and her ritualized religion were so steeped in metaphor they had become unreachable. Whatever the lesson of her religion was, and Constans was sure it was good, it had been lost in a thousand generations of retelling and abstraction. Now the religion had fallen so low that it- that they- Bandits. Without royal swords on the roads around Blairville only rich protected convoys could travel freely. Everyone else was penned into their thorps and towns. It was exactly what the thieves and pillagers wanted. They descended from their hill hideouts, packs of hungry wolves with steel claws. Every day you'd wake up to find someone you know gone. Their home ransacked, their bodies vanished. Strange, to take the bodies? Constans had thought so. But no, the bandits were no fools, taking care not to offend the goddess on their sick sprees. After they ransacked the noble estates they paid a visit to Church-on-The-Hill to donate valuables (sculptures and statuettes and paintings which had no market in those dark days) and oh, of course, to dump the bodies for mass buriel. And that's how he found her. She was the first child. A dark haired girl of no more than ten years. She ought to have been swollen liken the rest, but somehow she wasn't. She looked more asleep then dead, but she was dead. Constans had touched her cheek and in that moment had realized that this was the end. Of him and his way of life. Whether he lived or died, the world as he knew it was ending. Something worse was coming. So he prayed. He burned the grey incense in his golden censer and knelt before his shrine and essentially just talked until he ran out of breath. To whom? He wasn't thinking that far ahead. And he wished he'd never thought about that girl again. It had been weeks ago, but the smell of all those bodies alongside her-- having to stand next to them as you tossed each into a pit one by one. It was so bad he felt it in his nose again. Almost like he was there again. In fact, exactly like he was there again. He curled his nose in horror and looked down at his golden censer- A strange light was growing inside it, and the smoke burning from it was green! It flashed poisonously and Constans dropped it. The gold clattered against the floor, sending green sparks into the air and releasing the green flames which had lurked therein-- The fires shot up impossibly fast. They clawed at the tapestries like real hands and crawled spiderlike up the walls. Constans watched in horror as he was instantly surrounded. The stench of death was overwhelming. He vomited. He felt the burning heat around him. It tortured his skin, but it did not touch him. Looking up, he found himself in a vortex of green fire. The roof blew off the stone building of the church in a cataclysmic display and Constans saw the night sky. Hypnotized, he witnessed terrible visions. He reckoned it lasted for hours. It did last for hours. Six. Long enough for everyone within twenty-something miles to ride out and look upon the swirling column of liquid green fire that had obliterated the Gaian church. When it ended and a half-lucid Constans had, shockingly, come stumbling out of it, he'd been met with a throng of peasants, laborers and even a single straggling knight staring at him, dumbfounded. It was the stuff religious revivals were made out of, and true to form the assembled folk bowed low to this hermit priest and praised Gaia. But he stopped them. Remembering what he had experienced like a fading dream, he called out: "Not Gaia! Call that name no longer! Our mother god gave us life and has let us free as all mothers must! The god of this age is born from a fire!" He cried, and when he threw up his hands in praise the once-geomancer threw up green flames with them. His eyes burned with similar color ever after- "Fire from another world, power to protect ourselves!" " The god in the green fire!" "The god of the Foreign Flame!" "Protect us!" That's how it began, born from sorrow and fear. Where else could it go from there, but down?
  22. Sword and scout for hire. Travel duty. Anywhere in Genesaris. Such was the sign that sat over Jon's stall, where he had set up in a crowded market near the city's northern gate. He sat with his booted feet upon his stall, next to his helm, and ran a whenstone over his enormous sword, the tip of which balanced on his bootstrings. The ring of steel was washed out by the deluge of activity around him. Creatures great and small had set up shop here, from a gaggle of small furred critters palming off jewlerry like it was stolen, to the naga next to him, curled up behind its stall of magic scrolls and seductively smoking a shisha, the only thing hiding its breasts from the world being a multitude of glittery beads looped around its neck. Jon tried very hard not to look. People - if you could call them people - weren't friendly around here, and the last thing he wanted to do was tangle with an offended naga. His second pair of eyes scanned the crowds moving in and out of the gate, desperately searching for a human face (and legs) among the throng of slithering, scampering or galloping sapients. Though every time he found one he ducked his head a little lower, for of all the creatures in the world, it was a group of humans who had decided gold was worth more than his freedom. With a sigh he sheathed his sword, picked up a rag and helm from the bench and started scrubbing. A fesrsome thing it was, with a narrow vertical slit for eyes interrupted by a vertical noseguard, and a mask beneath that, metal lips open as if barking orders across a battlefield. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed as the northern sun finally peaked over the jagged peaks beyond the city walls, and as thousands flocked past him going in and out of the city gates. Several times he heard the whoosh of leathery wings overhead as a colourful dragon dived down from one of the aeries above. What a magnificent place, he thought. He couldn't wait to leave, just as soon as he found a paying customer.
  23. Laconia's Foundation

    The Ironstride was on the move, “MY ENFORCERS, WITH ME. I NEED EVERYONE IN THE LACONIA DISTRICT, THIS WAY!” So much activity, so much movement. Everyone was breaking off into their teams. It was infectious, the energy. She was certain that were Kirena present, she would be sitting on her plump little arse, smiling prettily as they worked. Work was never meant to be easy, and Sabine sorely missed her Efrideet. Still, the job had to be done. Without skipping a beat, Sabine turned on her heel. She was tall, imposing, and fierce with brilliant, honey-brown eyes that were gold in the light. She was had the natural tan of the light-skinned Velhatien, with all the poise and authority of Patian nobility. Clutched in her right hand were the blueprints for the city. “I am Sabine Fenvaris. You will hear my delinquent Enforcers refer to me as the Ironstride. Lady Sabine will work just fine!” She spoke with severity, for Sabine was a no-nonsense woman when it came to her job. “You all have the sublime pleasure of establishing the Laconia District. You are the heart and soul of the city, breathing life into the economy that will bring success to the city. Our road is a long one, and it won’t be easy. Let us work hard. We will be working on the Market, sowing the fields for the Imperial Gardens, and assisting business owners in establishing their businesses.” Sabine whipped around, her back to her crowd again as they made their way towards the opening. A deafening shriek pierced the air overhead, the already high winds picking up as a lethal swirl of red and black shot over their heads, ascending gracefully in the sky. Sabine grinned half-heartedly, “Show off,” She muttered to herself, before pitching her voice overhead again. “Our job is simple. We build, we defend. We have thirty-two enforcers and a very lethal Wyvern at our beck and call. Preta will keep a watchful eye over us—he is trained for combat and defense by Lord Rowan himself.” Sabine glanced over her shoulder, “Hurt the Wyvern, and I shoot you. Understood? Good, let’s get moving!” @Pseudonym @Aves @Grim Wolf @Eternity
  24. Messenia's Foundation

    “You three, go with them—Edwin, stop playing around we’ve got work to do!” Vera scowled. The willowy woman was flustered. The rousing speech from Raveena had fired her up, and she was ready to collect her group and begin as soon as possible. Power-walking for her own group’s set up, “MESSEEENNIIIAAA~!” She called in a sing-song voice, a broad smile on her face. “ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!” Spinning on her heel, traces of an electrical discharge sparked in the air, “We’ve got a city to build! You all are with me, I am Senior Lieutenant Vera Dafina with the Enforcers. My job is paperwork, with a side of information extraction.” There was a wicked gleam in her blue eyes, a slow grin to match it, “So you best be on your behavior. The foci around here is a little wonky and I can never be too sure if I adjusted the amperage when I shock people. It might tingle, it might kill you. Don’t piss me off and we won’t have problems. I don’t work for you, you work for me—so if there’s trouble, I’ll handle it. I’m a big girl.” With a wink, she came to sit on the edge of her desk and gestured to the map. “Behold, Messenia. Technology powerhouse of the Terran East. Or so is her Majesty’s goal. We’re gonna get some power running through these parts by the end of construction. We’re here to build the armory, the forge, our very own Hyperion Enforcer headquarters, aannd we’ll need to set up the perimeter to the city.” Each point of her finger was a spot on the map. She encircled the entire map to show the Enforcer perimeter of security to be established. “Here’s the kicker. We’re the only district who won’t be assigned a platoon of Enforcers to assist us. They’re spread thin as is, but not to worry—that doesn’t mean we don’t have assistance! I have a nifty little gadget to help us, as well as the keys to the Bedlam Ridge, which is the transport airship. It’s a lot sleeker and mobile than the Laureline, so I expect we’ll have a better time of getting our haul up the mountain. SO!” Vera hopped off the table and began to roll up the map, “Let’s grab our cache, climb this mountain and get to work!” @Aves @Pseudonym @Grim Wolf
  25. Kastoria's Foundation

    Johari sighed heavily. He had been assigned to Kastoria—and it was not that he didn’t appreciate it. In fact, he was quite thrilled. Son of a merchant, and now he was assisting in so many great adventures. The burly, dark-skinned man stood patiently, stalwart and immobile. He was a giant of a man, but gentle at heart. He simply wished Vera had been assigned with him. Most Enforcers traveled in two. She was a part of his team, there was no reason he couldn’t have her working with him. She knew his brain quite well, and could anticipate how to direct the great hoard of people who were not only his Enforcers, but citizens they were sworn to protect. “KASTORIA! OVER HERE! KASTORIA!” The baritone of his voice rang out, and he remained standing at attention. The morning was young, but he knew it’d be a hot day. Set up before him, a table and the Kastoria district’s blueprint. He patiently waited for the rest of his group to arrive, before he began, “I am Captain Johari Ponsky of the newly established Hyperion Enforcers. Today, I will be leading the excursion in laying the foundation for the Kastoria District of the city. We are responsible for all the educational institutes, including the library and guilds. Our job is to safely haul our cache up the mountain, begin the groundwork and begin the construction for the Academy, the Bravot Library and the Pavilion. There are thirty-two other Enforcers assisting with security and assistance. Don’t hesitate to boss my people around, but don’t go overboard.” He glanced up at the sky, “We have a young Wyvern who is trained to carry supplies and people as necessary. Watch yourselves around this one, he’s not the most graceful of creatures in his youth, but he tries. No harm is to come to this creature, he is the queen’s personal mount and companion, do I make myself clear?” He nodded curtly, clapping his large black hands and rubbing them together. “Let’s move out, then!” @Pseudonym @Grim Wolf