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PostPosted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 4:39 pm
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SANCTUARY

Welcome to Sanctuary, the age old fortress of the Samurai of the north, the last living descendants of Leonidas' personally trained army. Here they live and train by the blade, and learn by the hearth and heart. Sanctuary can been seen as large enough to be a town, however the large buildings and shrines are perceptively deceiving, as the land between them is largely too frigid to use. If condensed properly, it would be a village at best. The weather conditions have worsened over the centuries, turning a one green gathering of cliffs into mostly snow-covered overhangs.

Two rulers ago, Concordia stopped hiring the Samurai as guard, and began training its on Royal Guard to be loyal to the royal family. But long ago the Samurai were personally responsible for protecting the city of the Three. Back during the rule of the Three, the Templar of Eryyl protected and graced the lands around Concordia with their harmony and love, while the Assassins of Damiras often scouted farther, prepared to take out evil before it could get too close. It is not uncommon to see one or two Templars within Sanctuary, as they feel a great need to care for the land within it, as they believe it is blessed by the Three themselves, and so much never be left to be forgotten. They constantly fight the frigid cold clawing its way into the area by lighting large bonfires or heating water underground which they've learned they can pump up and around ponds and plant areas, creating some smaller, greener areas.

These days the Samurai have become mostly known as hirelings, fulfilling honourable causes for money or more often than that, they accept good deeds and honour as payment. They are rarely seen outside of the north, and never seen in the south. The Samurai are taught to respect all things equally, and that Good must always prevail over Evil. They are stalwart and wise, reliable to a fault in their knowledge and execution of most tasks appointed to them.



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"All I ever wanted was to study..."

Menethil stared up at the closed gates to the monolithic fortress ahead of them. On either side of them were shrine-like structures, with red pillars and black-blue slate roofs, each window had a great flame bursting from it. In front of them were two gigantic gates that closed off the real fortress behind it, with an even great, pure stone face, with large fires and larger pillars. Anyone with a death wish could climb over and around the rocky cliff faces on either side, but the slopes were so treacherous, even for Children of the Three, that many dared not attempt it. A shear drop would greet them on the other side, or sharp, icy slopes would destroy their bodies during the fall, or frigid could would freeze them before they even got to the edge. Even if you then managed to survive it, you then had to try and climb back up... and find a way in. If you didn't enter from the main gate, where a bridge extends to the rest of Sanctuary... then you probably weren't going to find an easily accessible balcony, platform, bridge of staircase... ever.

Zane asked a good question and it caused Menethil to sigh. As he did, his armour around his body turned to snow and drifted away in the cool breeze. His black cape came to surround his shoulders and fur revealing itself around his neck. His chainmail turned to leather and any sign of him having been transformed under the effects of Lichborne were gone. The blade's sheaf remained black and grey, with but a single blue gem inserted near where the hilt sits at the end by his waist. "It was..." he began, "before I had to leave. But it was all for nothing." He proceeded to them move forwards and lifted a jagged rock, it was carefully placed between the two gates, as if wanting to be picked up. Menethil then knocked on the giant gate with his closed fist twice. The sound echoed outwards, and sounded hollow. But then he dragged the rock across it, creating a scraping, metallic sound before hitting the rock onto the gate, this time making a high-pitched, clanging sound that shook the mountains nearby. Menethil took a step back and dropped the rock, it submerged itself in the snow like a knob of butter in a flour bowl. He didn't expect this to work, but when the gates began to move he almost let out a smile. The gates only opened a crack, just large enough for them to fit through. Menethil didn't move through just yet though, not without tearing off some of his cape and folding it over into a long length. He then handed it to Zane, "put this on, over your eyes. They can't know your my slave."

Once Zane had obeyed and put the blindfold on, he would find that he could still see, although a little differently. He turning to undeath was soon enough that his eyes still worked, but now without his eyes uncovered he could see diferently. This was how the undead summoned by Lichborne could see. He saw souls, he saw outlines of everyone and everything, with a permanent breeze moving over it. It was ghostly... it was beautiful. He was instantly used to this vision, and wasn't really surprised after a few seconds. It was as if Menethil's Power had nullified any new feelings, it was as if anything he experienced was to be expected.

Complete obedience, that was what Lichborne offered. Much like its brothers, Thresh and Messor, the Three Unholy Relics treated life as a setback, and with death brought control.

The two began to move across the large bridge leading them to the main buildings far ahead, and just on the other side of the snowy bridge a Samurai awaited them. "Let no one know who you really are, you are but a child I've saved from the frigid wastes of the North." Menethil finally said to Zane, staring over at the Samurai.

((Perhaps this can be your Samurai from earlier? Maybe he could know or know of Menethil from when he and his sister lived together in Sanctuary. They got orphaned because of tragic circumstances and moved there. Menethil learned to become a Samurai, whilst his sister aspired to be a Templar in the east, but did not quite feel ready to move, so she remained here... until the day she died. Turns out Nejira found her on her way to the East, she found a nice family to stay the night with when it was burned down. News of that might not have spread to Sanctuary yet either. But Menethil will be sure to tell.))



"...she will not be forgotten."


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PostPosted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 9:42 pm
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Menethril stared dead ahead at the monolithic structure before them as if he could see through its thick stone walls and enormous gates. Red pillars with blue and black slated roofs lined the sides and the windows showed magnificent flames dancing within. They were sealed off from the first gated entrance imbued with even larger pillars and more fire. The sanctuary would be nearly impossible to invade unless someone wanted to traverse the icy cliff end and end up dying. Zane shivered at the thought before Menethril's sigh and relinquishment of armor brought him back to reality. He watched at the armor transformed into snow and drifted off the man's body in the whistling breeze. His black cape fluttered around his broad shoulders embellished with a fur collar around his thick neck. The chainmail now turned to simple leather giving him more of a upper-class nobleman appearance. The blade's sheaf remained the same colors with the sparkling singular gem near the hilt of the weapon. His answer was ominous and more insight into his life would have to be saved for another time.

Menethril glided forward through the heavy snow retrieving a rock that was coincidentally placed in front of the gate. He knocked on the hollowed wood, or at least it sounded empty, when he pounded on it with his fist. After he scrapped the rock across it creating a grating noise before tapping on it projecting a high-pitched clang rattling his very bones forcing him to cover his ears. Stepping back, he dropped the rock into a patch of snow that swallowed it whole as the gates jerked sliding open. The crack was barely big enough for Menethril to fit through, but for Zane it was plenty of space. His master hadn't entered yet, instead he tore off a piece of his cape and folded it lengthwise. He commanded Zane to cover his eyes so the other Samurai wouldn't know he was enslaved to him. Zane nodded without a word and tired the blindfold around his head securing it tightly behind. The fabric was sheer enough to see through, however, his vision presented him with a new feature. He could see the silhouettes of people and their wobbling souls within. He could see the outlines of all inanimate objects around him and how they blurred and distorted at times. His jaw practically dropped to the floor as he looked at the new world he had been granted. He couldn't find words of praise, but his astonished expressions should have been enough thanks.

Now moving and crossing over the bridge to the main buildings, a Samurai dressed in robes of amber with a dragon tattoo enveloping his left shoulder waited for them. Menethril advised him to keep his identity a secret and to stick to the story he had provided. Zane took a note out of Nejira's book of acting and played the role of a pathetic, wounded runaway. When they got to the burly Samurai he greeted Menethril with the gentlest of smiles, his soul trembled with glee. "Menethril! It's been to long!" He eyed Zane for a second acknowledging he was there and that he would converse with him shortly. "Where have you been? Your sister left not to long ago for the East, may her journey be a pleasant one." He placed his hands together as if in prayer and before Menethril could notify him of her horrific death, which the sanction had not heard of yet, he turned to Zane. "What's your name child?" He leaned down a bit as Zane crossed his arms pretending to shiver thinking of a name of a bully in his hometown on the fly. "Yohan Garrens..." The man smiled before becoming perplexed with the blindfold, he reached out causing Zane to backup cautiously until his back bumped into Menethril. "My home was attacked by thugs, they burned down the village and there was no survivors," He paused as he reflected on the skewed events. The thugs were true, but the part where he vengefully slaughtered them all and the place left abandoned was left out. "My eyes are damaged from the fire...Menethril found me wondering aimlessly in the North...I wouldn't be alive without him." The Samurai nodded sorrowfully believing his hastily fabricated lie. He straightened back up and stuck out his hand. "I see. My name is Hanzo and I'm here to treat an old friend, "He paused himself to smirk at Menethril before continuing. "As well as a new one." Zane shakily took his hand letting Hanzo grip it before quickly releasing it. "You're as cold as death!" He bellowed and looked to Menethril startled. "We'd better get you two inside." He turned, his long, yellow ribbon tying his bun back flowed behind as he gesture them to proceed ahead.


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"All I ever wanted was to study..."




As Hanzo placed his hands together as if in prayer for Menethil's sister's travel to the East, Menethil hid his teeth grating together. Luckily the samurai's attention was taken by Zane, who introduced himself as Yohan, a name Menethil had never heard of nor cared about. He wasn't even sure what the kids real name was yet either, but he was sure it began with a z. Hanzo showed an interest then in Zane's blindfold, which almost made Menethil speak up until the boy stepped back and into him. Menethil stood still like a statue and didn't even move or place a hand on him. Instead his cold stare looked down at him, his eyes, empty, lingered for but a moment. Then Zane gave a glimpse of where he came from to Hanzo, leaving Menethil to wonder how much of it was true. "He would be long dead... like many others" Menethil stated. Old friend? He hoped Hanzo didn't mean him. Friends were often a distraction these days, but Hanzo could live in that world of lies if he wanted. Flames flickered in front of his mind, it was as though Zane's small story thrust images of Menethil's sister's death place. Burned. To the ground. It was then that Hanzo shook Zane's hand, only to find it colder than ice. The samurai then quickly gestured for them to follow into Sanctuary, and as soon as Hanzo's back was turned against them Menethil pushed Zane forwards and began to walk after him.

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Soon enough they found themselves within the largest building, where a great stone archway surrounded by fire along its paths lead them inside. It was weird, how the frigid air of the north seemed forced out by the warmth inside this building. It was gigantic, perhaps the size of a castle but it was entirely square, heavily decorated on the outside. Menethil remembered how this place was multifunctional for the Samurai. It was training quarters, resting areas, armouries, blacksmiths... and a food hall. As they passed the archway, they found themselves in a long, endless corridor large enough to fit two elephants through side-by-side. It was a long, polished stone floor of grey granite. On either side was a drop down into nothingness, and a few feet after that the walls of the long corridor rise up and meet above them. In the heavily carved walls, depicting age-gone samurai and monsters of the west being slew, were alcoves each with a large brazier burning bright. Soon the path came to a stop, and three paths were offered to them. They chose left and continued some more down a similar corridor before the path met with a wall, just like the rest, that entered another, larger hall even warmer than even now. From it Menethil could smell food and wine, as well as the burning of wood and a... small amount of incense. That came as a surprise, they ever burned incense when he was here.

Before they went in, Menethil noticed that there were at least a dozen or two people in here. The room was large enough for them to walk in mostly unnoticed, and most were gathered near the gigantic fireplace at the other end of the hall where some samurai played instruments, creating harmonious music in the background. Menethil took a glance at Zane and then his eyes slowly diverted down to his sword's hilt. After that his eyes turned empty again, as if there was a void within him. "Hanzo-" Menethil's voice broke, he placed a hand on Hanzo's shoulder asking him to stop. He balled his other fist so tight his nails could have buried into his palm through his gloves. "No reunions... not yet. There is something we must discuss... first." He hoped that Hanzo would understand, and then he agreed to get them some food before telling them to take a seat on the nearby bench and long table in the corner of the hall. Before he could stop him from getting food, he moved. Once he was gone, Menethil glanced at Zane and said "you're too ill to eat, remember."

A few minutes later Hanzo came back, offering them some plates of cooked vegetables and haunches of meat. Menethil looked over his plate and his stomach growled, and even as he bit his teeth together he couldn't help but ignore that mortal weakness within him to eat. Whilst under the transformation of Lichborne he did not hunger, but after it was finished he would always have a large appetite. As for Zane, he cared not for how he thought about the food before him. He would soon learn food is no longer needed for him to survive. Menethil felt confident that he would follow orders too, claiming to not be hungry. He did wonder though, how long it would take for Zane's emotions to turn numb and cold. Usually Menethil only raised the long dead, or stitched back together the mind of killers. But to have risen a boy... he only hoped his emotions dried up soon. It was another effect of Lichborne, the raised death would be completely and utterly devoted to its master, and their emotions would be dampened, like the undead they are. But the fresher the corpse the more the old emotions and memories linger. He would not forget, not ever, but Zane will slowly begin to care less and less, until the only thing he cared about was the existence of Menethil himself.

Menethil took a bite of a haunch of meat, and the greasy flavours caused his mouth to over salivate for just a second. But once he swallowed the first bite he felt too full to eat and he found himself asking himself what he was doing. "Hanzo... Emicalia will never make it to the East... she's gone. She burned with a family in the wilderness, assaulted by a mad man. A man man...." he gritted his teeth together again and felt his rage boiling his blood within him. "... who answers to the wielder of the DΓ€mon Schutz!"





"...she will not be forgotten."


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 3:26 pm
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After fooling the Samurai, Menethril shoved Zane ahead and without a word of defiance or resentment from the harsh push he sauntered ahead. Through the stone archways and fire pedestals they entered into the gigantic building which can host several parties at once. All the walls and pillars were decorated with some kind of ancient creature of depiction of past events. It was indeed warm, however, the warmth he once admired when he was alive would never again sustain his corpse which made him sightly bitter inside. Coming to the end of an archway, they found themselves at a never-ending corridor that was wide spread. The grey granite floors were shiny enough to show his reflection but if he stared to long he might get distracted and fall into one of the bottomless drops inserted by the edges of the hall. The corridor ended once the archways above formed together and a tapestry showing a Samurai defeating demonic apparitions. That path quickly came to a stop and three more paths were presented before them, Hanzo took the path to the left. Down that corridor which looked practically the same as the others, they finally entered a warm, harmonious room. Food and the pungent smell of wine made him crinkle his nose as well as the overwhelming smell of incense that took him a few minutes to adjust to.

People weren't abundant here and the few that were gathered around the fireplace and playing the instruments hardly noticed them. Zane didn't even notice Menethril glance as he was to preoccupied taking everything in. Hanzo on the other hand was distracted himself by the detour until Menethril gently placed a hand on his shoulder telling him to stop. He didn't want a reunion yet which Hanzo seemed relived by because they had a chance to catch up privately. He offered of them to take a seat at the table while he retrieved the food. Once Zane got comfortable, Menethril reminded him not to a eat a morsel. Zane didn't even look at him as he said, "I know my role." It could have been taken as disrespect with how bluntly he said it, but he was focused on examining everyone's soul with his new vision.

Hanzo returned with plate full of steaming vegetables and flavorful meat causing his mouth to water. Yet, he told himself that the hunger for food was merely an illusion now and he didn't need it to keep himself alive. Plus, he master had already forbid him from not touching it so he ignored it while excusing himself from the table to walk over to the musicians in the corner. Meanwhile, Hanzo found the boy's reaction confusing seeing how skinny he was he was sure the child would be starving. Brushing it off, he smiled as Menethril enjoyed his meal despite him not having much of an appetite before. When Menethril spoke delivering the unfortunately news so abruptly and seeing his rage arise, Hanzo could only looked shocked. Tears dripped down his chiseled cheeks absorbing into his well-groomed beard. "No...this cannot be...Emicalia...a man following the orders of the carrier of the Damon Schutz." He shook his head feeling sick before reluctantly asking. "Where is the assailant now? Emicalia...." He wanted nothing more than to avenge her death but it wasn't the Samurai way. He had loved the girl as if she were his own sister and felt burning sorrow for his friend's loss. "I'm so sorry..." He put his head down ashamed knowing that he could have at least accompanied her so this tragedy would have never happened.


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Menethil tried to loosen his iron grip and it took a few moments for him to hold himself back from succumbing to anger. It was obvious in his cheek muscles as he clenched his teeth together in angst. He felt fire building inside his soul, a heat that only the cold of Lichborne could numb. He felt himself compelled to transform again, just so that he could become the Lich again, just so that his emotions may go numb a little longer. A tear fell down his cheek and onto the table as he finally looked back up and into Hanzo's eyes through his white bangs. "I saw it with my own eyes. The Damon Schutz has been uncovered, the ancient burial of Black Ice has been broken, and yet the ice still remains!" It was hard for Menethil to keep a hushed tone, so any exclamation was more of a hiss through his teeth. I followed the tracks of Emicalia's.... killer-" Menethil took in a breath, it was still hard for him to take in. "I followed them to a church of Eryyl... and then I... I..." Menethil hung his head again as he let out a shaky sigh. "I tried to attack them... It was 5 verses me... Two True Children, a Blessed Child and a Gifted Child. And then..." Menethil's head seemed to tilted slightly upwards so he could look through his hair at Zane in the distance without Hanzo noticing, "and a guy with a death wish. I took two of them out, but my sister's killer was not one of them. And the worst part? Their leader... the one with the Damon Schutz, she also commands the new Iceborne. The Magic Soul that once locked away that armour.... is now against us. Thats why the black ice was not shattered, the animaverto was taken right from it."





"...she will not be forgotten."


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:03 pm
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Hanzo could see the sheer frustration and resentment his friend felt and hear his tears plot onto the table as vile hatred swallowed his heart. As a Samurai they were meant to uphold piece and tranquility, allowing their minds to be torn asunder and proceed down the path of darkness was unwise. He knew how much Menethril hurt inside, but he had to try and console his friend leading him back to the right path. He explained that the Damon Schutz has been carved out of the burial of Black Ice yet the ice still resides. How could that possibly be, unless... Apparently he was blind enough to track down his sister's killer to the church of Eryyl where he took on several Children of the Three and one inconvenience. Hanzo had no idea it was Zane or that he was even hinting towards the lad how had wondered off down one of the many halls out of curiosity. He had sought his vengeance but was not victorious in striking down he killer among the chaos. On top of it all, a new Iceborne has arisen under the Damon Schutz's user's command and that's how they were able to free the animaverto. Hanzo shook his head in utter disbelief before placing a gentle hand on Menethril's shoulder. "Menethril...again my condolences surround you in this time of grieving. You and Emicalia are like a brother and sister to me...losing her is truly an unfortunate event. " He paused exhaling shakily trying to calm his shaken disposition. "Menethril...please...don't stray from the appointed path again. I can't lose you to. I advice you to grieve honorably...preparations for a funeral will commence body or not. Her soul will be remembered." He stood up giving Menethril a light pat on the shoulder before wiping his eyes to be strong for the both of them. "I will see to it. In the meantime find rest here, brother." With that he disappeared from the table and headed to a different section to sort out the affairs.

Meanwhile, Zane found himself standing in front of the door of an seemingly empty room that still contained some remnants or living. Such as certain smells, girly smells, and a few clothing items, bedding, and parchment paper for letters. When he walked in he looked down at the letters to see Menethril's name, a lot of them half written as if she didn't know what to say. This was Emicalia's room. He continued walking until his foot hit something and when he looked down it was a beautiful hair comb that looked like shards of ice. He slowly picked it up examining it trying to imagine what kind of woman she was.


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"Thank you, and... I know" Menethil sighed, finally loosening his iron grip. He finally looked back up at Hanzo, who gave his sorrow once more before moving onto a slightly different subject. "...Again...." Menethil quietly repeated to himself, his eyes trailing off from the table, deep in thought. He couldn't help but think back to that night he left Sanctuary for the first and last time. He discovered Lichborne, it was buried deep beneath Sanctuary, with no one knowing of its existence here except for himself. It would not be good for anyone here to know he had Lichborne, to know that he was sometimes alive... and sometimes dead. The Samurai were moderately okay with the use of some Animavertos, but Lichborne was most definitely not one of them. Menethil left a long time ago to discover his purpose with Lichborne, it was a choice he now regretted. "We will always remember her" Menethil said, his hand moving down beneath the table to touch the hilt of Icemourne, he could feel the skull on his side, where the eyes would glow bright blue when pulled from its sheath. He wondered then, would it be wrong to bring her back? He could make her live just as she did before, would she still be different, though? Would her mind be broken, like Zane's may be soon? Or will she be preserved, if he ordered it, she would act how she used to, think how she used to. But was his command really hers? He shook the thought aside, he couldn't think of this, it was wrong... and he didn't have a corpse.

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It was then that Hanzo had left him whilst in deep thought, and Menethil looked around the room to see what everone was doing. That was when he saw Zane leaving the room to follow some doorways. Menethil quickly got up and followed him, quietly behind until eventually, somehow, Zane managed to find Emicalia's room. Menethil took in a breath behind Zane as he admired the comb. "She was the most kind girl to have ever existed. By now I'm sure she was the most brilliant woman of her age." Menethil stepped into the room, and he could still smell her in here. It had been perhaps two years since they last saw each other... and he could still smell her. He looked over the comb over Zane's shoulder for a moment before moving towards her bed. It was neatly made, exactly as she probably intended. On the side table was a pendant, an important family heirloom. It was a golden shield with a sapphire teardrop in the middle. His eyes widened, and his chest collapsed. "Emi...calia?" he whispered to himself, reaching down to pluck it from the side. "Why didn't she take this? It's a family heirloom, it is not against the rules of the Templar to have something like this with you... What if... she knew." Menethil clutched at it tightly, suddenly his left hand was reaching down towards the hilt of Lichborne again, and a chill began to enter the room. He then whipped his hand away, suddenly realising what he was about to do without thinking. He could not risk the samurai of this place learning that he was in possession of Lichborne, and that Zane was really dead and under a curse. "Kid" he said, turning to faxe Zane and his voice suddenly powerful, as if ordering a servant. "We will kill my sister's assailant. And you will be there to see it done. For I am your lord and you are forever loyal to me, and when I order it, it will be done. And if anyone gets in our way... anyone... I'll keep killing."





"...she will not be forgotten."


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 7:47 pm
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Menethril wasn't to far behind Zane by the time he had entered the room and found Emicalia's comb. He spoke highly of her and loved her with every fiber of his being just as Zane had done with his beloved mother. He stepped to Zane, his powerful shadow towering over the child before passing him to examine the nightstand near her bed. She had left some kind of valuable trinket that made Menethril question whether her death was an unfortunate accident or premeditated. He clutched it close to his chest as he reached for Lichborne causing the temperature in the room to drastically drop. If he had breath it would be visible and the mirror in the left corner of the room was beginning to frost over. "Master..." Zane whispered subconsciously as he eyed the doorway hoping no one would come or sense the climate change. Menethril knew he couldn't be discovered and quickly adverted himself before calling to Zane. He turned and predominantly announced that he will kill Nejira at all cost. He promised Zane will be there to witness his downfall and he'll kill anyone that gets in his way. Zane knew his vow was absolute and he could not go against his will even if Wynter happens to be one of his victims. Zane stepped forward and stared up at Menethril, "If it is your will, it is mine too. For you are my master, my lord, my everything." However, Zane appeared to lack conviction when he said this.

A pledging thought crossed his mind as he looked down at Emicalia's comb and he felt he needed to speak. Straightening up, he held out her comb to him and responded, "I want to request something....Master..." He began to shake sightly. He had held his emotions together and accepted things they way they were until random, terrorizing thoughts occurred after Menethril's speech. "Please...don't bring her back. Don't subject her to this solitude. I know you love her and I know I don't know her or presume too. You must hate me for how I was an accomplice, but not directly involved. Still...I wouldn't wish this...whatever I am on to anyone." These feelings had been buried deep inside him and he couldn't express them until now. Tears soaked the blindfold over his eyes before running down his pale cheeks. He collapsed to his knees hoping that he could always retain this side of humanity, the emotions that still make him human. He doesn't know how Lichborne operates, but he could feel parts of himself slowly, agonizingly slowly going numb. He'll never be able to eat all the taste food he has taken for granted, never feel the sun in summer, or experience the pleasure of a rewarding dream. What will become of him. Will he even be Zane anymore?


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Menethil's eyes lowered slightly upon Zane as he confirmed his allegiance for him. Menethil knew, that even in death, Zane had no choice but to remain loyal, and soon Lichborne will have its icy grip on his soul. Soon... Zane will no longer know any different than to serve and wholly believe Menethil's will. Even now Zane will be unable to disobey. But as soon as another thought seemed to gleam over Zane's eyes, Menethil knew it. It was like a splash of cold water over his face, like a shadow over his eyes. Menethil stared down at the boy, and his full weight could be felt on Zane's shoulders as he asked a question. At the first word of 'her' Menethil's lips parted, and his chest felt tight. He watched then as Zane plead for Emicalia's eternal rest, and then fell to his knees like some mortal, without hope, without power. "You think my gift of undeath a curse?.. a plight. Good." Menethil's eyes looked away, as if he was thinking of something else when he said "Perhaps it will persuade me to raise someone else in her place. Starting with that woman you were so fond of" he turned his eyes back to Zane, to see if there was any reaction. Any weakness. "I have no idea what Lichborne's effect is on the recently decease... but I do know it will be just a matter of time before your a puppet. But even now, if I order you to kill her with your bare hands... you'll do it. And you'll believe I was right. Because even now, the way your mind works is being rewritten by my Power, your memories... altered. This humanity you disgustingly show before it is example to your weakness. I'll change you into a man, no, a soldier. There is no place in this world for pity, that's why I left this place long ago, because there are people out there that do not care what anyone else thinks, and the only forces to appose them are distracted by mercy. When i joined the Samurai I vowed to keep peace, but I never vowed to do it honourably." And with that Menethil began to leave the room, subconsciously ordering Zane to follow. Together they moved to Menethil's room, almost on the other side of the building. It was mostly empty, save for some books and paintings on the walls, as well as old armour and weapons. He explained they were a life forgotten to him, and then quickly stated he was going to rest before removing only a few pieces of armour and laying down on his bed. He paid no thought to Zane, and no word, yet Zane knew he had to stay in that room with him like a bodyguard. It was Lichborne's grip, it was keeping him nearby, as if Zane was bound by invisible chains.

It was sometime in the middle of the night when the air seemed to shift, and it began to smell of ash, dust, and bone. Zane, no longer capable of sleeping, noticed this. It was subtle, and eerie, as the darkness seemed to get darker and its weight somehow conveyed a weight of emotion. It was as if sorrow descended upon them. Candles flickered out. "Do you sense that" Menethil asked, apparently awake on his bed. "A Child of the Three has come close, and their soul is powerful. I would guess that some of the Samurai have sensed it too." He did not divulge, but some of the Samurai were capable of training themselves to sense the souls of Children if they were powerful enough, and this one was huge. "Be careful" Menethil said, coming to sit on the side of his bed. He began to place his pieces of armour back on before standing and taking Lichborne. The moment he touched the blade's hilt he almost shivered, which was most unlike him.

Together they left and exited the huge building the same way they entered, and this time they were looking back down the crevasse and towards the bridge that crosses it towards the great gates. Menethil stopped there, and from here they could see many Samurai, perhaps two dozen, lining the bridge and near the closed gates. Menethil gritted his teeth together then, as he noticed a dark figure far off on the other side of the colossal doors. All around him the figure a darkness lingered and all died. "Do not leave my side, Zane" Menethil finally spoke to him by name, but why? It became obvious when Hanzo arrived by their side at the archway to the main building. He said the stranger apparently wanted to speak, but Menethil enlightened Hanzo with some knowledge. "That stranger... is a True Child and he has one of the three Unholy Powers. Messor."





"...she will not be forgotten."


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PostPosted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 9:50 pm
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Menethril found Zane display of mortal weakness disgusting and thought his gift was quiet fitting for the child. He conjured up a terrifying solution and that was to replace his sister with Wynter as a newly animated corpse. Zane gasped trying to maintain his shattered composure hoping he wouldn't do it out of spite due to his tiresome adolescences. At that moment he wanted to beg for forgiveness knowing that if Menethril commanded it he'd have to kill Wynter with his bare hands. He wouldn't question his master or think otherwise seeing how Lichborne will soon convert his being into the prefect servant. Menethril vowed to turn the young boy into a full fledged solider because according to him their was no use for pity in the world. He became a Samurai to uphold the peace, however, it will be carried out his way, honorable or not. With that, they ventured to a further section of the building to Menethril's room where Zane had no choice but to follow subconsciously. The room was hardly furnished save for a few paintings, books, and a pile of old arsenal. He removed the armor and weaponry from his bed saying it was of no importance anymore as he wanted to rest. Zane was bound to the man and couldn't leave the room if he tired. He was no longer able to sleep so he fashioned himself a corner and balled himself up in thought.

During the middle of the night, just as Zane was about to have a revelation on how to cope with this situation, the scents in the air shifted. Bone, ash, and dust polluted the room and an overwhelming darkness consumed him. He rose to his feet slowly just as the dimly lit candles around the room flicked eventually blowing out. Menethril awoke asking him a rhetorical question before noting that the sensation was emitting from a Child of the Three, and some of the Samurai could feel it. Menethril acted rather odd because he sounded concerned for Zane and even shivered when he touched the hilt of his blade. Zane raised a bow but ignored his befitting remark as they quickly fled the building.

They were facing the gates from the other side of the bridge this time. A guarding line of Samurai fortified the closed entrance anticipating the Child's arrival. The figure attracted the darkness causing Zane to shiver, he felt as if he'd be sick to his stomach but that was just an illusion of a lingering emotion. Menethril commanded for him to not leave his side and Zane wanted to laugh ironically knowing it didn't have a choice in the matter regardless. However, why did Menethril choose to use his name now when he could have just called to him by "kid" or "boy". Luckily all of the Samurai were to preoccupied to catch his real identity. Hanzo jogged up to the side of them practically out of breath and stated, "The strange wants to speak with us. I'm not sure what his intentions are..." Hanzo trailed off allowing Menethril to enlighten him on the stranger's agenda making Hanzo grimace. "If that's the case, passage will be denied. Unholy Powers are forbidden in this sanctuary." He strengthened his stance drawing his blade, the metal reflected white from the surrounding snow. Zane took out his own concealed dagger only for Hanzo to shake his head and push the child in back of him for protection. "This this battle to us, child. I do not wish to see harm come to you." Hanzo had a pure heart which made Zane smile slightly before eyeing his master. He'd fight unless given orders otherwise.


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Menethil grinned, unbeknown to Hanzo when he mention unholy powers being forbidden here. He instinctively clutched at the hilt of Lichborne, wondering what would happen if Hanzo only knew that he had fell so far to actually possess one himself. As Hanzo warned Zane to hold back and let the adults fight, Menethil could only play along as to not squander their real intentions here. As for the moment, the the true child possessing Messor was the greatest problem. "Get ready" Menethil said, gritting his teeth together as he awaited for the power of Messor to be let loose.

Upon the bridge, where the samurai of Sanctuary defended the great gates, the darkness seem to swallow everything until all colour seemed to be different shades of grey. Then suddenly everything fell silent when the reaper stepped forwards. He didn't stop when he reached the gate, either, instead he pushed himself through it, like a ghost. The samurai on the other side stepped back and let out murmurs of concern as they watched this ghostly entity of darkness appear on their side. Menethil watched from the building and could only imagine what the samurai must be thinking. The reaper looked tall and sticky, wearing dark clothes, neatly tucked and long sleeved to cover his pale skin. He stopped at the beginning of the bridge, with samurai arming themselves with katanas all around him. The hood man looked left and right, and it was almost impossible to see his face. One samurai moved forwards to attack, but the reaper hovered off the floor and threw his arm out. A sickle appeared in his hand and suddenly the curved blade was piercing the man's collar, tearing the leather and piercing the chain mail around his neck. The reaper held the man up above him and stared into the mortal's eyes before whispering "...fool." The reaper threw the samurai down and as soon as he did the other samurai collapsed on the reaper, only to be pulled away by floating sickles that hung them in the air from their armour like puppets. "You should have known you cannot stop me when I passed through your gate" the reaper said, hovering forwards now as ghostly, skeletal wings made of mist formed behind him. Slowly, he began to hover across the the bridge towards the main building, by which point Zane, Hanzo and Menethil had already began descending the stairs and corridors towards the main bridge.

The group were at the foot of the bridge by the time the reaper was half-way across, and many more reinforcements had already arrived and pushed passed Hanzo and the others to defend their sanctuary from attack. They formed a line and ordered the reaper to halt! "You are all stupid to attempt attacking him, if anything, you are provoking a painful death." Menethil said, stepping forwards, scowling. The reapers hood then glanced over at him and he said "death by my hands is the most peaceful their is."
"what do you want, reaper?"
"I seek only to commune with those that would listen to what I have to say." It was at that point that Hanzo asked what that might be, and the reaper said "I would have good reason to believe it is the same reason you are here." The reaper then pointed towards Menethil and his black hood faded away into mist, along with his vanishing skeleton wings, revealing a handsome young man's face. He was visibly younger than Hanzo and Menethil, but a few years older than Zane if they had to guess. He had medium-long black hair and ghostly grey eyes, as well as a devilish grin that could be seen even through his expressionless face. The reapers feet touched the floor once more. "Convince your samurai friends to let me in... or i'll absorb every one of their souls. Take your time, I can wait. The lifetime of you mortal... non-Children is but the blink of an eye for a Child bearing an Unholy power." The reaper now spoke directly to Hanzo, knowing that he would have some sway over this whole situation. Menethil then looked over to Hanzo and nodded, "he can rid this entire place of all life in just a few minutes, he would have done it by now if he wanted to."





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PostPosted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 9:19 pm
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An empty darkness swept over the snow land making everything feel devoid of color or feeling. Hanzo tightened his stance as the reaper soundlessly glided forward through the sea of winter containing his wrath. The samurai parted and chatted among themselves trying to objectify the unholy being. He wore all black and even though it was tucked in the clothing sagged over the tall, skinny figure. He paused at the start of the bridge as the samurai cautiously raised their katanas as the reaper peered left and right. One samurai braved an assault only to the reaper to levitate off the ground while simultaneously piercing through his leather and chain mail suiting with a newly summoned scythe. The man squirmed and practically screamed as the reaper stared into his eye before tossing him aside. Another samurai ambushed him with no success and was strung up by floating sickles that appeared to ensnare other men. He claimed no one could defeat him and drifted forward, skeletal wings of mist formed on his back. As he neared, Hanzo grabbed Zane's hand and followed Menethril up the stairs and through some corridors to get over to the main bridge.

By the they made it to the bridge the reaper had already evades halfway with more reinforcements bombarding him. Lining up to create a barrier formation they ordered to the reaper to halt in unison. Menethril had a point seeing how provoking the reaper was only worsening the situation. The reaper turned to him acknowledging how comfortable he could make death be. Finally, Menethril asked for his motive and the answer was simply, merely to converse and nothing more. Hanzo chimed in, "About what, Reaper?" His vague confession left Hanzo utterly confused seeing how the reaper wanted an audience with Menethril in particular. His hood and wings faded away into mist revealing the face of a young, regal gentleman. If Hanzo had to guess he's barely older than Zane by three to four years at the most. His ghoulish grey eyes were more prominent due to his pitch black hair. He bore a devilish grin making Hanzo uneasy as he finally released Zane's hand shoving him further behind him. Zane peered to one side as he stared at the Unholy child claim to rid this land of life unless Hanzo commanded his allies to stand down. Menethril further implored Hanzo to considered his threat thoroughly if he want his comrades to live. Zane didn't need or want to interject knowing Hanzo would choose his clan above all else. Hanzo grimaced and solemnly nodded as he raised his hand as a sign to surrender. The samurai abandoned their weapons for the sake of peace allowing Hanzo to carry on with the negotiations. "Your terms?" Hanzo shortened his sentences to make this conversation as fast as possible before things become ugly again.


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The Reaper seemed to be please when the Samurai lowered their weapons and stood formerly around him, taking a step back as if to give him space to breathe. Menethil wondered if he needed to breath, he wondered how alive the Reaper really was. He had ready may a book about the Unholy Powers, his own power was one of them, but the power of Messor was still much a mystery. "In all my 50 years" the Reaper said, finally taking a step forwards, "no one has ever so willingly let me in. I suppose I should thank you. Now how about we find a warm room with some tea? We three need to talk." The Reaper then moved past them, his steps smooth and silent, almost as if he glided past them like a ghost. As he passed, Menethil turned to follow him with his eyes before looking at Hanzo and rolling his eyes. He then gestured that they should follow.

Hanzo soon lead them to a smaller, vacant room within the monolithic main building of Sanctuary. It was lit with candles and had a large table in the middle with several chairs around it. The floor was lined with a fur rug and the wall was decorated with several tapestries of previous Samurai events. You would think that the group was a lot older than it really was, judging by the way they recorded their history. Menethil sat with Zane by his side and Hanzo on his other. The Reaper sat across from them and gave Zane a perculiar look, as if attempting to pick away at the torn fabric around his eyes with his mind. Menethil insisted he sat with them, and the Reaper seemed to be particularly unhappy about it, but he agreed in the end nonetheless. A Samurai brought them tea, it was green with a hint of chamomile. "So" the Reaper began, his accent was old-fashioned, as if he lived a generation ago, "i'll start by telling you than I'm here to give you a warning." The Reaper stared at them with his dark eyes blankly, his fingers then tapped the table in a rhythm before him. Only once, though. His eyes trailed down then towards the space between Zane and Menethil, where Menethil's sword was kept attached to his belt. He then looked up and said "I feel as though the only thing bringing you here is a warning, too."
"You know not what concerns me" Menethil replied, his cold gaze level with the Reapers. "Tell us, then, what warning do you have?"
"There is a person out there, someone that seeks to ruin Concordia." There was a moment of silence as the four of them either took in the information or rolled their eyes. Menethil nodded, as if telling him to go on, it wasn't like the Reaper didn't want to ruin the kingdom anyway. But the Reaper rolled his eyes first, "I'm wise enough to know that destroying the kingdom benefits no-one. My power relies on draining the most powerful souls dry. What I'm talking about is the fact that the Damon Schutz lays dormant no longer."

It was at that point when the others told the Reaper that they already knew this revelation. Hanzo and Menethil explained what they knew to the Reaper, how Menethil had battled after following those that took the Damon Schutz from it's icy prison, how he had come to Hanzo to relay the news. All the white the Reaper sat patiently to listen to what they had to say. Finally, the Reaper spoke again, "you have no reason to trust me, and I you, frankly. But I have some more news, news that will probably arrive to the city and Sanctuary no doubt by tomorrow morning. Discordat - is gone." There was another round of silence, one that caused Menethil to swallow and stutter before looking at Hanzo, and when Hanzo voiced his confusion the Reaper only said "It's dead. The Damon Schutz destroyed its entire army before it could invade us. There were no witnesses, no survivors." For almost a second the Reaper seemed alive, as if he had some kind of emotion within him. Menethil saw it like a small flush of colour in his cheeks, if it had existed he saw it only for a moment. But a chill was moving through his body as he tried to comprehend an army being slain by a single person. "I do not care for the death of our enemies. If I am completely honest, I do not care for the death of anyone..." the Reaper went on, and Menethil noticed it again, that glimmer of humanity within the Reaper, this time in his eyes as they trailed off. It looked like he was thinking about something before he looked back at them and said "but at this rate we face annihilation. So I've come here to offer you my allegiance until the the enemy has been destroyed. After all, we are two Unholy Powers and an army of Samurai." At that last comment Menethil's eyes grew large and he glared down at the Reaper with all scorn he could muster. "Oh..." the Reaper then began, pretending to sound sorry, "I thought he knew?" He tilted his head towards Hanzo's direction, and then almost a slither of a grin appeared on his lips.

Menethil took in a breath and gritted his teeth tightly together. His hands balled into fists on the table as they tightened so hard he could feel his fingertips digging into his palms even through his thick gloves. "How dare you" he muttered angrily through his teeth. The Unholy Powers were forbidden in Sanctuary. Samurai took an oath not to use Powers as it were, but certain Powers were considered foul and nothing but destructive by the Samurai. Messor was one of them, and was barely even let entry into this space. Lichborne was another, and Menethil has managed to keep that a secret thus far. "Hanzo..." Menethil whispered, barely able to look at him through his white bangs, "I can explain."

But explain what? How when he left the Samurai it was for an Unholy Power? That he left his sister to pursue the powers of a destructive weapon, that he had sacrificed himself to it entirely? There was no good way to explain it. At least he hadn't mentioned anything about Zane yet, Menethil only hoped he did not know about Zane.





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PostPosted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 1:42 am
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The reaper stepped back as if to relieve the brigade of samurai, more like toll with them until he becomes bored. As he stated his approval and suggested they negotiate over tea, Hanzo felt his stomach drop as the Reaper glided past. He waited for Menethril's gaze before heading in with Zane trailing behind silently. They vacated themselves in a private room intended for secret operations, but this meeting would suffice. Candles crowed the room lighting up the table and chairs in the center mounted on top of a black furred rug that was peeled off the back of a wild bear. The walls depicted tales of old, but the dust collecting on them seemed older than the tapestries themselves. Zane sat in between Menethril and Hanzo while the Reaper resided by himself on the other side of the table. He interrogated Zane with his eyes making the boy feel very unconformable and ready to surrender. After their arrangement of seating, a Samurai served them green tea, which Zane pretended to detest causing Hanzo to worry slightly over his skinny physique. The Reaper spoke profoundly as if he had lived for centuries and issued that he came here with a warning. His infertile tap on the table made Zane squirm as he anxiously tightened his hands into fists. He eyed Menethril's sword warranting a snarky remark from his master regardless he demanded he voice the warning before the room turns to ice. The Reaper continued to divulge of a force that aims to destroy Concordia. Bringing this civilization to ruin presented him with no benefit since he thrived for powerful souls. To top it all off, he mentioned the missing Damon Schutz but Menethril,Zane, and Hanzo already knew who's possessing it now.

Hanzo and Menethril took the time to explain the events they had experienced inquiring this tragedy while the Reaper listened diligently. However, more unforeseen new was dropped in their laps as he provided them with information yet to be delivered. Discordat, the neighboring kingdom, had been abolished by Noriko in one night. Hanzo shook his head in disbelief after gulping his tea harshly. "Gone?" He seemed utterly confused only for the Reaper to clarify that they had been wiped out of existence entirely. The Reaper appeared almost enthralled as if he had witnessed the war prior, yet the death of any human life unfazed him. He claimed that they faced annihilation unless they joined forces to defeat Noriko. In his reasoning however, he had dropped the ball on Menethril's secret, Zane was yet to be reveled. He had unintentionally created a rift between the two friends and was soaking in the tension. Hanzo felt the world shift as he slowlt looked up to glare at Menethril disappointingly. Zane noticed his master restraining his rage cursing at the Reaper for easily unveiling his ruse. He could barely look Hanzo in the eyes asking for a chance a redemption, but what he has done is unforgivable.

Hanzo stood solemnly, and Zane felt like he could stare into his chest seeing his broken heart hardening into stone. He drew his blade pointing it at Menethril gesturing for him to rise, he heard the footsteps of other Samurai entering the room and drawing their bows; they sensed when one of their own is in danger. "You two will leave the grounds immediately. I've allowed the Reaper to address his warning and his has. I and my fellow Samurai refuse your alliance and will battle this threat on our own terms. Menethril, you are here by striped of your title...banishment is for punishment." He cringed feeling the words tear him up inside. Zane was about to interject when Hanzo took his arm and pulled him behind him protectively. "Yohan will reside with me." Zane was moved but knew he couldn't depart from Menethril so easily. The Samurai was nearly on the verge of tears as he whisper to Menethril in a raspy tone. "You always did covet power, your sister and I prayed for you but it seems our efforts were in vain."



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