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 ]
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[Erethia]

Without Emotions, without feelings,

Samura went rigid at his obvious indecency to her master. She glowered at the living corpse as Netharitus stalked to his quarters. "At least I'M not a rotting corpse..." she thought to herself, turning back to Eoghan.

~

Eoghan stared back at the slave of Ladaeha from underneath his hood, his face unable to be descerned from the blackness within. Once he left, Eoghan turned and began drifting up the stairs at a surprisingly quick rate, his robes' ragged ends billowing in the unseen wind. He tilted his form forward ever so lightly as he made his way up the stairs.

The portals were open. Good. There would be no more need for mere Shadow Demons to do their bidding. The Shatir, the Holy Race, would ascend to the world above. The accursed vermin who now roamed its' surface would stand hardly any chance against them. Still, he must take everything into account... Now was not the time for excuses...

He stopped abruptly in front of an ornamented door. Though his sleeves did not reach out, the knob turned and the door swung open.

Ladaeha had been drinking; and rather heavily. A smashed bottle lay near her, and she reclined on a bed of pillows in a lazy manner. He billowed to her and stopped before her, not but a few feet away.

Then there was a horrible sound, like all the air was being sucked out of the room, and a moan. And amidst this noise there was a groaning, hissing voice that emnated from Eoghan's hood. "The portals are open... what is you next objective?"

[[I gotta go, Math homework! Bye!!]]

Without love, without hate...

[Kyorina]

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{{Aww: you named a city after Arava~ <3 Sorry if I'm a bit slow: I'm grounded, ya know? Haha; that rhymed... I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. =P}}

A yawn escaped the lips of a certain flame-haired individual as he finally awoke from a long-earned good night's rest. Sitting up and pushed the bed covers off of himself; his dazed, half-asleep eyes took in the details of the room in confusion. Huh? Where was he...? Oh yeah; that's right! For once, he had found himself in possession of enough money to sleep at an Inn! For the first time in months, too... Was it past noon already? Wow: what a nice bed... It almost made him want to curl back up and go right back to sleep, despite the sunlight shining into the room.

Which he did.

By the time he got back up it was well into the afternoon, and the only thing that prevented the same course of events from taking place was a nagging hunger... He hadn't eaten yet today. In fact: he hadn't eaten much yesterday either. "Ahh, the price of poverty~" he practically sung, jumping out of bed and heading over to the mirror. How lovely: they even had a hairbrush set out for him! He had forgotten how nice a good Inn was... The moment he had made sure his long, well-kept hair was in order; Aero--the flame-haired man--all but skipped out of the building, his usual happy-go-lucky demeanor shining brightly. He had enough money to stay at an Inn, and he had enough for a decent meal! Today was definitely a good day! Ah... T'was a shame all this money was earned through such distasteful means, though... Oh well; it couldn't be helped! There was nothing wrong with an outlaw stealing money for at least one good day! And without a single negative thought floating through his head, Aero Lumeria arrived in the market of Arava: looking around merrily at all the different types of food.

{{Sorry if the ending's iffy: kinda in a hurry. I'm just lucky I was able to type such a long post... ^^;;;}}

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

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

'Arava... I can see it now' The pale and red form thought as he hurried through the woods. He could hear the shouting of lesser demons behind him, Valara soldiers, a pathetic excuse for fighters but dangerous none the less. The figure continued running, his clothes flowed behind him, he had no weapons and little time to set up a decent spell. He saw the river starting to come up beside him, he paused for a moment to look at the rushing water, it was rocky and fast. He suddenly saw his mistake, but it was too late, an arrow peirced his shoulder. The figure muttered a curse under his breath as he grasped the wound and turned to the charging soldiers, an archer behind them. "You have crossed the last of the Vanguard shamans..." he growled out, his tail whipped around behind him as he stared down the soldiers. Their armor was pitch black and they bore no face to be seen.

The shaman waited till the last minute, the soldier slashed and he stepped back, a mere breath away from the rusted blade. The other soldier came in, the shaman started an elaborate dance as he weaved between the blades. He suddenly kicked one of the soldier's back and grabbed it's sword, it was heavy and took time for him to swing it into the thick armor of the other one. He groaned as he fell to the ground and dropped the blade, the archer took another shot, the rusted arrow-head grazed his thigh. The shaman let out a cry as the soldiers started to get back up, he ran from the river and dove in, letting the water carry him towards Arava.

For a long time, the shaman struggled against the current, finally coming to the shoreline. He crawled out and fell to his side, the arrow-head was still lodged in his shoulder and bleeding, he coughed up water but felt more in his body. He shakily traced a symbol in the sand, placing his hand on mark, an aura circled around the shaman. He traced another symbol and placed his hand on it, an orb of red light shot up into the sky, slowly pulsing. The first spell was a defensive aura to keep non-casters from crossing the circle, the second was the classic beacon for help required in the Ashnar allience, his family supported them before they had died.

... I seek solace for my broken soul'
(this is longer then I thought it would be)

[Erethia]

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

[[Ah~!! Kyo-chan!! It's okay, I'm happy for any post! And kitsune too!]]

The Representatives were well into their complaints when a Sharvan thought entered Palestra's mind. It was urgent, and she tapped inot the web of mental twines that linked her with her brethren.

"Palestra, an Alliance beacon has been spotted in the southwwest fork of the river. Shall we go there?" a Sharvans' thoughts transmitted to her.

"Yes, and bring him here. It just might be the Shaman..." she replied, closing her eyes for a split second, cutting off their link. She then resumed her listening to their woes, and interjecting her own views. The Clavirian pointed out that Vyra had no military force; but this was soon resolved as Petras' representative declared that a fourth of his regiment would begin training an army there.

Palestra was glad; now that everyone had calmed down and were listening to one another, things were getting somewhere.

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

[Hotel Smell]

For useless, twisting, all our new technology

Quialda had been swimming longer than she'd thought. She came above the river to see the sun heavy in the sky. She had dragged herself on land no sooner than another figure came rushing down river towards her. She watched curiously as it crawled out and did many odd things. She wasn't sure what to think.
"Mmmy, and whooo do we haaave heeeere? Sommmething has washhhed uponnn mmmy shorrre. Maybee it's timmme for dinnnerrrr."She laughed lightly, completely black eyes staring at the strange thing. She petted her scalie tail slightly, blood from fish she'd killed running down her scales and staining the grass below her. She then wiped her hands on the grass, long claws digging into the soft soil.

{Oh, i'm so sorry for the lateness. I just got my hair cut short for the first time in my life. heart }

Oh, now there is no sound, for we all live underground

[Erethia]

I will say it now, I will not die for you...

There was a loud hiss as the dark energies flew round him. He did a 360 degree turn in mid-air, as a bolt shot right past him, its' dark energy slashing a seering pain across his cheek. The closest shadow demon raked it's claws through the air at unimaginable speeds, and Alimbil dodged it only just in time.

He was only leading them in circles, always a few yards ahead of them,weaving in and out of the thick cumulus masses, trying to shake them. Ria shone brightly at his side, keeping up effortlessly, her shining antennae flying behind her. She turned to Alimbil, saying, "Alimbil, hurry! We have to find safety!"

"I know!" he cried, shouting to her above the rustling wind and the barrage of dark energy, "But where?"

"Perhaps Paria will be safe!"

Alimbil turned and opened up a small bronze cylinder. It was about the size of a washer, and had silver lining. As he rubbed the middle with his thumb, the silver lining shined brightly, and the coordinates of all the cities were shown. With a spasm of grief, he saw Eless' coordinates no longer shining in white letters.

"No... Paria is nowhere near."

Ria looked over his shoulder and was quiet for a moment. Then, with a sterner tone than she had ever used prior, she replied.

"Alimbil... go to the surface. Take safety in Arava, and relay the information of Eless. I will hold them off."

Before he could reply, Ria stopped herself swiftly, and turned to face the enemy. Closing her eyes, she stood in mid-air, a tiny figure in the vastness of the heavens.

Alimbil came to a halt and he turned to see the Shadow Demonds coming closer to her. He screamed her name, shouting, crying, wailing. He []ineeded her, as much as he needed breath.

Pinpoints of light erupted about her, in the shape of bright needles. They appeared out of nowhere, shining brilliantly in the sunlight. They hung there, and for a moment time seemed to slow down as Alimbil screamed and the Demons drew ever nearer to Ria.

The pinpoints encircled around her, faster and faster, until she was no longer visible through them. There was a flash as all of them shot off, all in the directions of the demons, who were too close now to maneuver away. The pinpoints of light targeted the oncoming foes, curving through the air and slicing through them. Then there was a large explosion, so large that it made Alimbil loose balance. And he fell, he fell, screaming, not able to open his wings, not able tot hink of anything except Ria. She wasn't with him, she might never be with him, never...

But I will die for the freedom of my homeland!

[Seelenheil]

"The current objective, dear Eoghan, is for me to see the surface." Ledaeha answered, standing on her feet, the drunken haze turning into her usual sinister vibe. She said nothing, but a small child wandered into the room handing the lady her war cloak, and a ceremonial dagger, which was to be hung over her left breast. The child was Shia, a whelp of a girl, thought to be drowned by her parents. The reason it was assumed was the constant dripping of water from her clothing which hung delicately over her corpse. The lady bent down, gently touching the girls soaking blond hair, it was almost motherly, if not disturbing. "Tell Netharitus it is time." She said gently as the girl scurried off to do what was demanded of her. The lady then turned to Eoghan with a stern look on her face. "There will be no bloodshed from us, this is just an expedition to gather information."

With that, and her war garb on, she walked from the room with an inhuman grace, the air of death following her as she went. Her thoughts were filled with many things, but her mind was clear, and ready to see what had become of the world she once considered hers.

[[I'm working on making small profiles for her five servants, I'll send them to you when i'm done.]]

[Toxias]

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

A single grain of rice…

A crack of thunder jolted Guinevere Fortuna out of her listless sleep, her form seeming to glow for a moment in the jagged fork of lightning. Her pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she quickly collected herself, a true queen of Arpa. Glancing out her window, Guinevere could not tell if it was night or day, though by instinct the queen knew that is was about mid-morning.

A soft sigh escaped Guinevere’s lips as she sat in her wide bed a moment more, thoughts drifting through her head as the rain continued to patter on the great stones of her castle. A moment later Guinevere had slipped out of bed, her feet silent on the great flagstones and thick rugs of her chamber. Thunder bellowed again, but this time Guinevere took no notice. Instead she dressed herself, still thinking and then almost visably donned her queenly demeanor as she stepped outside of her room.

Guinevere nodded at the guard in front of her door as he jumped to attention and saluted her briskly. Climbing up a short winding staircase, Guinevere found herself standing in her throne room, on the dias behind the throne. Large and impossibly strong windows arched behind Guinevere as a long slightly dim hall draped with the fighting banners of Arpa stretched out in front of her eyes, a few servants scurrying here and there. It always seemed to be quiter during one of the many storms in Arpa.

Guinevere turned to gaze out the windows for a moment more before decending the staircase and turning into a small informal room that contained nothing more than a fine but small oak table and two chairs. The floor was covered with furs and there was but one small window. The rest of the room was lit by oil lamps that released a slight scent, not unpleasant, just a neutral scent.

Sitting down in one of the chairs, Guinevere thanked the servant that brought her water and food before eating almost mechanically. Guinevere was not a women easily fazed, but there had been rumors recently about the rise of the Shatir. They seemed to be growing in strength and if Guinevere played her cards right, Arpa could very well find itself a kingdom powerful enough to take Petra easily and then defend itself against all other invaders, no matter what race.

It was an almost intoxicating dream, and Guinevere, Queen of the human kingdom Arpa planned to take it.

…can tip the scales.

[[I am totally being choked and murdered by homework...but I'll keep trying to post often.]]

[Kyorina]

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{{AUGDHFDSGJ I typed my whole post out once on the NINTENDO WII: I spent an hour on it! And then the FRIGGIN Wii deleted it all! DDDD=< You're falling from the FRIGGIN sky, alright Thia? )=<}}

Aero wasn't quite sure what made him look upward at the sky, but sure enough: as he was biting into a shiny red apple, something drew his gaze skyward. For some reason, he just really liked apples! The red ones, though: not the golden ones. The golden ones were gross. Many people thought he was weird--they said that both types tasted the same--but he just had some inexplicable reason for liking the red ones better. Maybe 'cause red's my favorite color...? he wondered. Yep yep: I think that's it! The read-head's wandering mind was drawn back to reality as something caught his eye: was there something... Falling from the sky?

"Why yes: I do believe there is!"

From where he was standing it only appeared to be a speck, but as it fell further and further Aero realized that whatever it was wasn't falling all that far from Arava. It was just really, really far up. No one else seemed to have noticed it, but then again: most people never paid much attention to what was flying around in the sky. That was one thing he'd never understand: people always had their gazes to the ground... The red-head clutched his bag of just purchased groceries--mostly shiny, red apples--and rushed out of town with a energetic grin on his face. By the time he stood underneath the falling figure, Aero was able to make out roughly what it was; staring up in wonder.

"It's... A person?" Yep: it was definitely somebody falling from the sky. The first thought to cross his mind was to catch the person, but that was quickly replaced with the image of whomever it was falling to the ground, and... SPLAT! Nope: there was no way he could catch anyone falling from such a height. Well, not and live. Maybe he should leave...? And fast. He didn't exactly want to witness some poor guy falling to his death... Or did he? He was kinda curious: he'd never seen anyone fall from the clouds before... Well; he should get out of the way, at least. Yeah: that sounded good.

[Erethia]

Without Emotions, without feelings,

Eoghan nodded, watching as another of her undead minions scurried away on her wishes. She wished to go out into the world, to at last feel the dirt beneath her feet. Eoghan understood the feeling, though he no longer longed for it. All he wanted now was the pain of others, feeling their eternal anguish as they were dragged from families, watching as every memory of hope and love was lost from their minds.

"A reconnaisance mission... who shall go?" his moaning voice replied, scratchy and sickly.

He did not ask whether or not he would go; she would not order him around, no matter if she tried. He would go with her, though a reconaissance was nothing to look forward to. But watching and waiting were some of Eoghans' key traits; he waited, for however long, waiting for the opportune moment to lash out.

His ghosts flowed out from beneath his robes, all three standing at attention. His great Servants, all champions in their past life, ready for battle. Ashir, the Fledgren known as the 'Heavenly Archer', Samura, the powerful Lunar Mage, and Calor, the great Sharvan military commander.

These great being were his greatest assets; they could not be hindered by mortal means, though they themselves had such high Resonance* that they could harm mortals, and they served him without question.


[[*The amount of willpower (soul energy) still inside a spectral being. The greater the Resonance, the more they can interact with living things.]]

Without love, without hate...

[Hotel Smell]

For useless, twisting, all our new technology

Quialda ran her hands in the water, and watching fish swim by. She still awaited an answer, but sat silently. She might have been very insane and twisted, but that didn't mean she didn't get tired or things of that sort.

{Edit; ********. Sorry, i'm out of it. Seriously feeling sick.}

Oh, now there is no sound, for we all live underground

[Kyorina]

{{'Choo talking about? I'm next to a completely different one of Thia's characters. YOU are with the shaman dood: I'M with the winged dood. Two different parts of 'outside of town'.

Back on the Wii... ),=<}}

{{Dammit Thia: your ghosts are making me miss Asch! D,x<}}

[Erethia]

I will say it now, I will not die for you...

Alimbil felt pieces of smoking obsidian armor fly past his face, debris everywhere. The explosion still hung in the air, but it was getting farther and farther away. He was falling. Thoughts shot through his head at lightning speed; where was Ria? The explosion... she had used some sort of Stellar magic... yes, but.... where was she?

He shouted against the winds, calling out for her. No answer. Again and again he called out in an increasingly hoarse and desperate voice. As a cloud covered up the scene of the explosion, Alimbil closed his eyes, trying to squeeze out the tears. Ria was... gone. How could he handle life without her? She can't be gone, not now, not after all their trouble to get away from those demons, not after they had escaped the city and fled from their pursuers... A knot formed in his throat; there was no way he could live with out her. She had been with him for such a long time, and now.... in such a short time.... In a burst of anger he screamed to no one in particular, "Murderers! I hate you...!" he sobbed, coughing as his own breath was sucked out of him. Tears rolled from his eyes, eventually getting caught in the wind and flying off the tip of his nose.

Oh, that was right; he was falling. With a start he remembered that without Ria he could not fly. He would die if he hit the ground now. No, no, he didn't want to die. He hadn't seen everything he'd wantedto see, do everything he wanted to do...

The skies were clearing, the cumulus clouds parting as he shot through them at an ever quickening pace. He had to stop himself, but how? He saw Arava in the distance, far below, but getting nearer every second. Ria had sacrificed herself so he would get there safely... he had to, for her sake.

He changed his position, which had until then been a free falling stance, and turned into a nose dive. He had to calculate the distance perfectly if this was to work, and he needed to aim just perfectly.

Placing his heads in front of his head, like a swimmer, he aligned his body so it pierced the wind resistance with a lower surface area, making him go even faster. He then closed his eyes, ready to summon upon the winds.

There is a lot of science and math in magic; in fact, magic is just the manifestation of life energy to interact with the environment around an object. What Alimbil was plannning to do was a dangerous maneuver, and required the utmost precision.

Hot air rises, and therefore there is more of it lower down in the stratosphere. The philosophy behindthe 'Air Cushion', as it was called, was that the warm air could be materialized into a more solidified form, providing a sort of net energy to catch a free-falling person. This, however, had never worked for any being, but it was a theory Alimbil was hoping would work.

He calculated his speed, and waited. A hundred feet would do it... 150, 120... 100! He did a flip, turning back into the free-falling stance, and put both hands out in front of him. "Concentrate...Concentrate..."

The air rippled in front of him, then-

He crashed into it. His arms hit the 'cushion' first; he could feel the pain shoot up his arm as the wrist in his left hand snapped sickeningly. He pulled himself tight, rolling off the surface, which was quickly fading, then fell another twenty or so feet, landing expertly on the ground.

Getting up, he let out a yell, holding his damaged wrist. Fledgrens bones are like that of birds; hollow for easy flight, but it made them very brittle. He cried out, clutching his wrist, hot tears of pain rushing down his cheeks.

But I will die for the freedom of my homeland!

[Erethia]

[[Aww, sorry Kyo-chan!! I have to go, but I posted! I couldn't get rid of Eoghan... I was too proud of him. Arava was really good, but... I've always loved my Fledgren (they're a species from my novel. Actually, wait- MOST of the species are from my future novel though. Their world isn't called Ashnar though; it's my USERNAME!! blaugh

:EDIT: Aww, sorry Oakkri, get better~!! ]]

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

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

Avalon was in a slight daze, he could hear someone speaking but his vision had blurred to the point where he couldn't see anything but colors. He started to hear the rythmic thumps of hooves, he looked towards it to see a pair of slender dark shapes move off. He watched them approach and move around him "Ashnar..." he spoke simply, he caught a scent, they were Sharvans. They started to lift him up and help him to the horse-drawn cart, he was set with one of them checking him over, they spoke but Avalon didn't catch much of it. 'what... founder... set a doctor.... what?' he thought, not understanding what they were talking about with alerting the founder to get a doctor. He felt the cart begin to move again towards the city, slightly bumpy but it was less then a mile to go. 'I am soaking wet, bloody and tired... now I am going to the capital that I haven't been to without my family.' he thought as he closed his eyes to ignore the dizzying blurs of color.

... I seek solace for my broken soul'

(figures... everyone is off when I finished this)