Friction (A Fantasy War, Literate RP) [NO LONGER ACCEPTING]

Uhh... yay?

Yay!	36.9%	[ 31 ]
... *death glare*	32.1%	[ 27 ]
*sees the death glare* <.<	27.4%	[ 23 ]
No.	3.6%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 84 ]

[Toxias]

~~~~~~~~~《~G~ȗ~ɨ~ɴ~ѐ~ѵ~ɘ~ɍ~ȇ~ 》~~~~~~~~~
Queen of the Night

A single grain of rice…

Guinevere inclined her head in acknowledgement of Dawn’s wish. Some people were like that, not too fond of their position. Guinevere could understand to a certain degree, but her whole life had been hinged on the need for power and status, so she really couldn’t sympathize.

Guinevere then focused on what Lord Roanoke had to say. His argument was well thought out and planned, strong and reasonable. Guinevere looked on with interest when Dawn stood up abruptly, apparently she was a little in the dark concerning what Lord Roanoke had in mind. Still, his words did ring true, but Guinevere wasn’t going to agree this quickly. A raid on the Shatir to gather information could be useful, and since it wasn’t a straight on attack, Guinevere was inclined to at least consider it. However, instead, she spoke,

“You speak wisely, Lord Roanoke, however, I must inquire, how is it that you know the why the Shatir are here? True, they have inflicted damage on our countries, but can we be sure of their motives?”

Guinevere gazed steadily at Roanoke, although she was still keeping tabs on Dawn’s reaction to her words as well.

…can tip the scales.

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

'By the grace of the father and purity of my heart...

Avalon found his way outside, his breathing back to normal. He wandered for a moment, finding the market place and quickly walking through it, something he knew very well. He grabbed the attention of a man who pulled him aside "hello.. I am trying to find clothes of my culture" Avalon started, the man seemed over-joyed by this. In a few minutes, Avalon had a half empty money pouch and a satchel of clothes. He walked away from the marketplace and was quickly approached by a Sharvan messanger, carrying a note that was said to be left behind by Palestra. He read the message and stood there for a moment, he wanted nothing more but the take down the mage, but his heart wanted something else.

'You must follow your heart young Avalon... ignore your mind and follow your faith' he remembered his older sister saying. He took a deep breath and held it, slowly moving back towards the keep. 'Palestra... I will join you if you duel me... you can pick the time and place' he thought outward, knowing full well that Palestra didn't leave his mind in the first place.

... I seek solace for my broken soul'

[Erethia]

"Sei Alör forte... Iman-opresta el arti ra Iliria adon..."

Palestra was halfway back to the Conference Hall when she picked up Avalons' thoughts. They were passionate, and very resolute: he asked for her to duel him and hewould, in turn, join.

Dueling was an ancient art; meant for more primitive cultures, but if it came to it she would not decline. Then again, she almost smiled. It was nearly impossible that she would lose; she was not the esteemed Elder of the Pure Race for nothing. But, a duel would definitely be entertaining. She smiled to herslef as she answered his thought with her own:

"As you wish, Avalon. Meet me here, in half an hour." And with this mental message, the image of a courtyard in the center of the Keep, with a large lawn on green grass was portrayed. She hoped he could find the spot easily, as she turned and headed in the opposite direction.

Sharvan usually did not use many weapons; Their skills in the arcane arts alone were enough to make them formidable in battle. However, she felt her dagger in its' thigh holster with her right hand, knowing that she would use it if need be.

Her long hair cascaded and billowed behind her, and her alabaster brow glistened as she strode toward the courtyard. She would be early, and in that time, she would prepare for the duel. There would be no spectators unless asked for; she was sure he would not fight unfairly; he seemed chivalrous.

"All I seek is the unision of all beings, to conquer our foes, and live in an age of peace!"

[JasonAves]

Jason passed his eyes over the young and old faces alike that stood with adamant will and bearing directly in front of him in formation. Their armor was polished and heir blades with which they were salting had not been tainted by blood. The return of the Shatir had renewed the heart and passion of the Fledgren. Children fresh from schooling and fathers with families were enlisting their hands to protect not only their homes, but those of the alliance as well. Jason was proud.

"You all stand here with a purpose. Life. The steel that you hold in your fists is your oath. You have sworn that your life is the shield of the people near and far who desire peace. Through blade or arrow, tooth or nail, machine or mana, you will lend your blade and your life. Are you prepared to die?" Without hesitation, the dozens of men and women raised their swords and cried in unison, "Hope by sacrifice! Ready till death!" Jason locked into attention and saluted the new warriors. He crisply dropped his salute and they followed suit. "Dismissed. You deserve a break." He about faced and left them as they dispersed.

A quarter of them won't live past their first battle....

[RikoSeryuji]

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Dawn Skyler
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"I've made peace with my past
so I can look towards my future..."

Roanoke responded without missing a beat, as if he was ready for this question.

"Ahh, but that is one of the main reasons of this mission. If it is successful, we will be able to ascertain the Shatir's motives and goals, as well as their power and movements. We will not be able to make informed decisions without first. For now all we can do is expect the worst and protect ourselves."

As Dawn listened to Roanoke's words, she seemed almost as if she was waiting for him to say something, as if there was something missing from what he said. However, it seemed as if that was all that the man had to say. Needing to find the Shatir's motives seemed unnecessary to her; she knew exactly what they were. She had heard the story of the Shatir hundreds of times in the monastery, and the tale was engraved into her head. She sometimes forgot that not everybody had studied the same things as her. Dawn closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, trying to recall everything fully.

"The Shatir's goals are easy to discover to one that knows of their history. As all of the creatures on Ashnar, the Shatir were created by our Father God, the first race, which was created from our lord's shadow. They prospered, but soon they began to think themselves better than their creator. They acted in open defiance, and were cast into the depths for it. It was after this that our races were created and began to thrive in these lands. The reason that the Shatir have returned is to reclaim what was once theirs, and we stand in the way of them. They are the Father's forsaken creations, and will show no mercy to us, ones who still have our Father's favor. They want to destroy us, that is their goal."

Dawn opened her eyes, which shone in the room's light. Her stare was hard, showing how serious she was as she spoke. It looked like this was more than a belief for her, she was on a mission, one that she refused to fail. Even if one didn't believe in the legends of the world's creation, it was easy to see that she did.

"The Father has left it to us to defend ourselves and this world. We need to do whatever will help us fight them off. That is my opinion, at least."

[Erethia]

ATTENTION ALL,

HARLEQUIN MARIONETTE IS DETAINED FOR PERSONAL REASONS. BECAUSE OF THIS, THE PREVIOUS LEADER OF THE SHATIR, WHICH WAS HER CHARACTER, IS NOW OMITTED. WE HOPE YOU ALL PAY YOUR RESPECTS.

ANYWAYS, THIS CALLS FOR A NEW LEADER OF THE SHATIR. IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO CLAIM THE SPOT, PLEASE SEND ME A PROFILE. THANKS~!!

[Kyorina]

{{SCREW IIIIIIIT!!!

I'll do it! I don't care if it's a crappy post: I'll work through my extreme writer's block and post as Aero! Dx>}}

[Kyorina]

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Dazed by his collision with the wall outside of the window, Aero was unable to fight back as he was dragged back inside the building and tied up; forced to look one of the men in the face... Who's breath was quite rank, actually. Ugh, these muscular types; don't know a single thing about hygiene! The guard let go of his chin and his head fell forward as Al cried out to stop, causing everyone's attention to turn towards the young Fledgren. Ugh: shut up, you stupid boy! he thought in frustration, sending a glare in the boy's direction from behind the locks of flaming hair that fell about his face. The whole reason his escape had failed in the first place was because he was trying to throw suspicion off of Al: the last thing he needed to do was mess that up, as well!

He couldn't hide his surprise, though, as the guards attacked Al: wasn't that going a bit far, even for speaking on the behalf of a criminal!? The look of shock on his face was obvious, even with his hair covering half of it; his eyes were wide and his mouth agape, as they detained Al and tied him up as well. He got over it quickly, though, as their real leader stared Aero in the face and introduced himself; gaining in response a hateful glare from the flame-haired murderer. If looks could kill, the whole room would be the site of a massacre. As hygienically conscious as he was, some sixth sense caused his to close his eyes as the man spat--yes: spat--on him! How disgusting! Biting his lip as he shuddered at the horrible sensation, he told the man "At the risk of sounding clichѐd... You're not getting away with this." He opened the eye that didn't have the man's hideous saliva; and it burned with a pure, fiery desire to kill. "I will hunt you down, in death if need be, and haunt you until the fiery hells of regret have scoured your soul and left you as a hollow shell of what you once were. You will regret this." The last sentence had a definite ring to it: it was true. He would regret it. "Just remember... Criminals always meet a pitiful end. Not just you: me too. No one is an exception."

{{I felt like being intimidating. >o> So... Yeah: this came out better than I thought it would.}}

[Therealpayne]

Damion Saw an opening and blasted the creature in its chest, it barreled over and he took the oprotunity to rush past it. He grabbed a scroll from the table, read it to be sure and leapt out through the door. He cast a quick spell to shut it, then he bolted it. Pretty damn close. He walked back out of the tomb and opened the scroll, reading it in the daylight he saw a small message. He read it and smiled. Someone had been there before him and he wanted to find out who took the actual scroll.

[Synrax]

"The flows of magic whisk by like winds..."

As Malefice listend to the man, her impatience began to grow, and she began tapping her armored finger up against her gauntlet, making a metallic tapping sound audible to everyone in the room. This man was set on organizing a simple reconnaissance mission than an actual alliance, led by a girl who was in the dark about it the entire time. As the girl spoke of The Father, Malefice was intrigued, but nonetheless annoyed at the noble's proposal. Fed up with nonsense, she stood.

"If I may, my Queen..." she said, bowed to her Queen, and eyed the man named Roanoke, giving him a stare that was sure to cause some sort of intimidating feeling to stir within him. "So, 'Roanoke', am I correct in believing that you wish to form an alliance for the simple act of reconnaissance to scout for a foe to learn their motives behind the attack? her words loud and slightly abrasive. "First off, I believe the company that you brought has already completed the mission you sought to do by uniting both our nations, thus making your entire trip irrelevant, but I digress. Second off, even if she didn't, you would take Arpa's people, mine, nay, my Queen's fellow countrymen, out on a scouting mission along with your own led by a girl who has yet to show any form of qualifications for such a task? A girl who was seemingly left in the dark about this task until reaching the inside of our castle walls? A girl with semingly no qualifications of leadership to lead a scouting mission against an enemy as fierce, cruel, and merciless as the Shatir?" her words were as inquisitive as they were harsh. Her gaze was transfixed on his eyes, still attempting to pierce the man's will.
"I apologize if I may come off as rude, Roanoke, but your plan seems very half-baked, and thrown together. What else are you leaving us in the dark about? What are you not telling us? I mean, you've already proven a certain amount of deceit by bringing us a girl who was unaware of her own mission, so what else is there, hmmm? What else would you, nay, Lord Nimbus use Arpa's people for? I mean, besides suicide missions." Malefice's words came down like a whip on the ears of those in the chamber and cracked with a ferocious degree of both concern and distrust. Malefice didn't want her Queen jumping into any sort of haphazardly alliance with another country, especially one like Petra.
Malefice's gaze unwavered and was still transfixed on Roanoke. She stood tall, looking down at the man, brow raised, awaiting his response.

"Winds that I can bend at will. Winds that I can command. Winds that will help me become a God."

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

'By the grace of the father and purity of my heart...

Avalon smirked as he made his way back to the keep, quickly finding an empty room and changing into his new clothes, he ran his hand over the vibrant silks that wrapped close to his form. He changed quickly and pulled out an oiled pouch, tying it to his hip before grabbing up his items and walking again, it took his awhile to find where he needed to be but he got there. He caught sight of Palestra and walked onto the grass, instantly sighing at the feeling of the soft grass on his bare paws, it felt much better compared to the hard floor-tiles and cobble-stone roads.

He slipped a finger into his pouch and withdrew it, it was covered in a dark ink, he drew three lines on his shoulder as he approached Palestra. "Seeing as the Sharvan's have no set dueling rules, we shall follow Vanguard rulings, this duel is not to the death, first to score three hits on thier opponent.. you can use any means to score a hit" he said as he lifted Palestra's hand and drew three lines on it. Avalon took a few steps back and drew a symbol on the grass, placing a hand on it and chanting something, a glowing ring formed on the ground and surrounded the pair, going to the edges of the courtyard. "this will keep others from getting in and from us having any lasting damage, including the courtyard itself*". He took a few more steps away and turned to Palestra "opening move is yours" he stated with a bow. His mind was completely calm, flying through all the spells he possesed and all the basic spells he knew Sharvan's used.

(*so we can get hurt but become completely healed afterward)

... I seek solace for my broken soul'

[Toxias]

~~~~~~~~~《~G~ȗ~ɨ~ɴ~ѐ~ѵ~ɘ~ɍ~ȇ~ 》~~~~~~~~~
Queen of the Night

A single grain of rice…

Guinevere continued to listen, mildly impressed when Roanoke replied to her inquiry promptly and still with good strong reason. This was a man that knew what he was doing. Guinevere was about to reply when Dawn spoke up. Guinevere listened to what she had to say, gleaning more information about what kind of person Dawn was. She was about to reply when a movement caught the corner of her eye and she turned just as Malefice asked for permission to speak. Guinevere inclined her head, and then smiled on the inside. Malefice was indeed a strong and opinionated adviser, willing to stick to her beliefs.

Without waiting for a reply from the embassy, Guinevere went on to add,“Again, what you say is wise, Lord Roanoke. Humans have always been at a disadvantage in this world and it is always the best to prepare for the worst.

“However, as Malefice has pointed out, your plan does seemed ‘half-baked’. What is to prevent me from sending out my own scouting group? I do not mean to question your abilities Dawn, but because I have not seen you in action, I cannot take your skills for granted, despite the fact that I believe Lord Ronaoke to be an honorable man.

Indeed Arpa and Petra have worked together many times in our history, and certainly Arpa has no war with Petra, but neither can one assume that we will work together to solve each situation. You know that Arpa has remained strictly neutral in regards to the war between the Valara and the Alliance. Can you guarantee that by working with you, the Shatir will not receive the impression that my kingdom is with the Alliance and rob me of a choice?

“As for your passionate belief, Dawn, you may be right, but you may also be wrong. The story of which you speak is nothing more than a myth until otherwise proven.”

Guinevere finished and then was interested to see that the dual had not been affected my Malefice’s presence, which was quite a feat. Still, intimidation was not always a required factor, and sometimes even unwanted in diplomatic situations. However, Guinevere had no doubts that Malefice would not move against the embassy.

Still, the words Guinevere and Malefice had just spoken hinted that Arpa might join the Shatir and would probably wound the pride of the embassy, which could provoke some passionate reactions..

…can tip the scales.

[[T.T Mass speaking makes my post look awkward...but anyways, just a thought Thia? For your character list, instead of splitting it by rank, perhaps you can split it as kingdoms instead? And have listed positions inside the kingdoms? Just an idea]]