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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:22 pm
Floating in the air is The Regiments Base. Here they have a clear view of The Light and The Hordes entry way to this world. They also have a clear view of the Humans base but are constantly attacked by air strikes from them. The base is a mix of Angelic and Demonic engineering. It looks demonic on the outside but is very angelic on the inside. The destroyed city below is caught in an endless winter. 
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 7:59 pm
The snow fell slowly, and in the light cast from the colors of the sky it was easy to see that the roads were slicked with ice. Lights were on in every window, families, wanting peace, but living in war. She sighed. Maybe their never could truly be peace until all the worlds were burning and and broken like the toys they could be. Angrily she shook her head.
J'Valia stood in the snow, watching in anger. Here she was alone in the world, yet surrounded by people, and unable to truly conect with any of those around her. She shouldn'y think this way. She was supposed to be here to help. She was supposed to want things to end without conflict.... And she did. She truly did, but sometimes she had to wonder. it was her nature to see the creul and beauty, and sometimes the cruel was much easier to find.
She called out to one of the bots left unattended and shut down in the cold. It slowly turned on, hearing her commands, and thinking they sent by the mainframe. It came trudging the snow to her. She gave it another command, and it started to clear a path through the snow and Ice towards the base.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 10:45 pm
Marcus sighed, staring at the bright moon hanging in the sky above the floating citadel that was the base of the Regiment. Five years...five long years of fighting. From the day he'd left hell, he'd been fighting. He yawned and ran a hand through his hair.
He turned, getting ready to go back inside, but stopped. Something on the ground caught his attention. A pair was carving their way through the snowy road, a woman, and a bot that was supposed to be deactivated. "This is Marcus. I've spotted someone on the ground. I'm going down to investigate." Grabbing a guide rope, he tied it off, dropped it over the edge, and slid down. Landing silently in the snow behind a hill, he came up behind the woman, on her left. Sliding his slender, curving scimitars from their sheaths with a silent hiss, he approached her.
"You're on private property missy."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 5:54 am
J'valia paused, and the bot did so to, both of them turning to thw man who approached her. "Private?" She cocked her head to the side, her horns glinting grey. "Nothing's private any more dear. We are at war you know."
He was so young, and for a minute she seriously doubted he would know who or what she was. She sniffed, trying to place what he was.... A nephilim? interesting.... Seeing her he would probably think her a demon... "I don't mean you harm though.... I'm here to.... help."
Yes she was here to help. Using her nail, she cut a small line into the side of her thumb. This would make her remeber. She was here to help these people. She wanted things to end simply, to entirely do away with the war. In the end, she figured that both the Horde and the Light would request her death before they made any sort of treaty. But if that's what it took....
She had a memory come to mind. An old eath movie, about Aliens. There was the stereotypical line of "Take me to your leader," and she had t try very hard not to say it now. Despite her effort she started laughing at the irny. If alins were the only things human had to deal with, they wouldn't be in their current situaition.
She fingered her scythe on her back. It was a little taller then her, the blade almost two foot thick, and made of diamod. She removed it when she saw him remove his scimitars, but only moved to set it on the ground. The snow hissed angrily as she set it down, but she was doing it in good faith. She didn't need to die now.
Mentaly she snet the bot back to where he had been resting, and told it to shut down. It did so, and everything settled into silence.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:42 am
Marcus watched her set the Scythe down. She was hot (apparently in both senses of the word), and definitely not human. It was a shame he had a policy against mixing buisness with pleasure. "Sorry to sound like a stereotypical guard, but identify yourself. Immediately." He didn't lower his scimitars. No one was ever truly without a weapon, especially when they were not human. "Name, race, and what you want."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:14 pm
Indrid sat on top of the floating base. He was waiting for the halfbreed to come back with her reports. He twirled a ball of ice from his hands. The weather here made it really easy to perfect his arts in the Ice. Maybe thats why he preferred it.
"This is Marcus, I've spotted someone on the ground. I'm going to investigate." he heard through his speakers. Indrid dropped the ball of ice and took his wings and flew to the other side. He manned the east and Marcus manned the west.
Indrid barely made it to the ground before his wings gave out. He sighed. Sometimes he wish he could fly forever. He approached Marcus and the girl.
"Oh Marcus, it's the Halfbreed. She must've brought the reports from the Horde. What've you got, J'valia?" he asked, not shivering at all in this heavy snow.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:06 pm
She looked at the man, the one Indrid had called Marcus. She winked. "Sorry pretty boy. Games over." She turned to face the new arrival.
"Ah Indrid... Go and ruin my fun with the poor kid." J'valia sighed and retrieved her scythe. Anger radiated from it "Yeah yeah." she said to it. "I know you don't like the snow..." She placed it on her back and turned. "Reprots are minimal Indrid. They are massing, a little quicker lately, but then again, they've been doing that for years, have they not? Noktal and bagarth are moving, along with Halgoth. I fear that they might actually leran to work together and spell disaster for us all." She nded with a dramatic sigh. "Now can we get inside? Its freezing out here!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:07 pm
Sin had heard the commotion from his seat in one of the server rooms inside the base. He was one of the technology personnel in the base. He liked it. No words, no people. Just him and the constant buzz of the computing machinery. Unfortunately, his sense of bliss was short lived. He knew of the Halfbreed that was arriving. And it was his job to submit all reports into the main computer system. He sighed heavily and got up from his rolling swivel chair and made his way down the labyrinth of hallways to the outside where he saw a few of his other comrades already meeting with the Halfbreed. He slowly approached the group, but stayed on the fringes of the gathering so he wouldn't be seen, as he listened intently.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:20 pm
Indrid sighed. "Demons. How are we even supposed to be peaceful at a time like these? They've been fighting for ages, maybe we should be so nice." Indrid looked around. The storm was getting a lot heavier. "Mind carrying me up? My wings are still a little tired." he asked smirking. It was true, he couldn't fly yet, but the girl was hot so it was better then taking a rope.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:24 pm
Sin overheard the report and shook his head. God...nothing happens anymore. Odd. He thought. Nothing but massing though, eh? Sounds like they might be planning for something. He turned and started walking away. He took out this touch pad keyboard and started punching keys, submitting the report and checking the overall status of the base. Everything looked rather good. Guess I get to go back to the Server Room. He thought as he entered back into the main building.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:50 pm
Perched on a section of stone wall that had once surrounded a house, Khalim rested with his eyes closed in the shadow of Garthora. It was peaceful, despite the world falling into armageddon he was able to relax, only the occasional breeze to disturb his calm.
"This is Marcus. I've spotted someone on the ground. I'm going down to investigate."
As if on cue the wind picked up, sending a patch of snow into his face. His golden eyes flicked open and glared at the white substance that had drawn him out of his meditative state. The shadow of his hair lifted from his face, solidified into a small black tendril and swatted the snow off him.
The red haired human dropped from the wall and lifted his eyes to the sky above Garthora. A storm was building right over them, meaning his secluded space beneath the floating fortress would soon be flooded with wind and snow.
"Time to retreat then," he said to himself, gathering the massive shadow beneath him and slowly rising into the air. The pooling shadows solidified and rose, creating a pillar of solid shadow that lifted him a good distance into the air. Refocusing his power, a cord of shadow dropped from the entrance and swayed in the breeze. The pillar beneath him was already starting to recede without his concentration on it.
Dark wings sprang from his back just before he leaped from the sinking pillar, launching him through the air easily until he reached the cord of shadow. Catching the black rope, Khalim retracted his wings and hoisted himself up by letting the rope sink back in the fortress. With one last leap he found himself standing before the gates of Garthora yet again, looking down behind him at the 'disturbance' he'd heard over the radio. A small group headed his way but he couldn't make out who it was.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:03 pm
Sin heard a thud behind him and turned. He saw Khalim standing in the snow a few feet behind him. He walked up and stood next to him. Noticing Khalim looking at the approaching group. He turned around again and said, "The Halfbreed came back with a report. Nothing else. False alarm." He put a hand on Khalim's shoulder, took his hand back, then started to walk away. "You can return to your duties." He said over his shoulder. He was surprised he'd said so much. He'd not said much to anyone in the base. Not even his bosses. The most he'd ever said was three words to anyone. This was an excessive moment for him. He shook it off and continued to head for the Server Room. Never again... He thought. He didn't like the sound of his voice.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:04 pm
Being the only one who stayed behind in the building, a young man stood in the shadows of the main doorway, his red eyes the only visible part of him. He watched as Marcus intercepted the disturbance, catching the scent of the Halfbreed, then seeing Indrid flowing past on his own wings, and finally, Sin walking past and down to the group from the floating fortress. For Sin to come, it must have been a report of importance, but as of late, any report of the war would probably be the same. War...
Watching Sin return, he simply closed his eyes, hiding what little of his body in the shadows in turn as he thought to himself. He didn't notice some of the shadow that hid him slowly creeping into a solid cord below the entrance until he heard footsteps and opened his eyes, seeing Khalim and knowing that he would be spotted as Khalim's powers of the shadow were far superior than his. Stepping out of them, he simply walks forward and next to the fellow Nephilim.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:10 pm
Indrid looked at the storm. "On second thought, It's probably too hard to fly right now." After such a short time of flying, he couldn't imagine what the storm would be like now at an altitude. "Let's go." he said, nodding towards the base.
As Indrid came under the shadow of the Garthora, the rope wasn't there. He sighed and went back into the storm again. "Alastor!" he yelled as hard as he could against the howling storm. "Can you drop a rope? We need to come in!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:12 pm
J'valia shook her head, laughing to herself. "God, Indrid, your such a guy." She said. Slowly, both pair of her wings sprouted from her back. Retractable at will, they were two seperate pair of black, the top pair, and white, the bottom pair, and almost ten foot across. When she was having a large mood swing, they would burst from her skin, tearing it so fast that the skin couldn't meld around it, and causing immense pain. But shen she was in control of her self, it was a simpler and much less painful process.
She smiled. I'll meet you up there. The storm will do me some good. With that she started to pump her wings, and slowly rise into the air.
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