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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:40 pm
 A massive forest area that consists of a large collection of massive trees, and fades into a jungle with a thick canopy as you move southward. 29/70
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:46 pm
Oban Sorrian The tweeting of morning birds rose into the air, filling the sky with the songs of nature as the caravan moved through. The woods were vast, with trees so tall, and canopy so thick that often one could confuse night with day. Other places, much like the area where the group of Garnoff's Hunters decided to settle for the day, held some separation between the massive bulks of wood, and allowed for sunlight to reach their encampment. The sounds of boots approaching the wagon awoke one young man, for upon the other side of the bars, a red armored Head Hunter held a small dish of grimy grub. With a snarl the poorly groomed brute spat into the dish before handing it off to the fallen heir. "Here's your daily feast ma'lord." The captain taunted, tossing the food into the bed of the wagon. Smoothly, and without complaint Oban moved to the dish and placed the untainted portions back upon it, then smiling at the rude Head Hunter. The caravan had been upon the road for quite some time now, and the days began to blend for the unfortunate prince. The group of Silver Knights that had been loyal to Garnoff's true heirs to the throne, both Lucheston Sorrian and himself, had been ordered to not accompany beyond the west gates of the city. This was to ensure that Oban had not comrades to assist his escape until he reached Dragon's Breath....a place where his great deeds had very rarely reached. As the loud Hunters began to speak among themselves, the fire still roaring with the night only recently passed, a hint of motion captured the heir's attention. As the Sorrian turned his head to discover it's origin however, he found to his confusion that nothing about him had changed. His gaze became fixed upon the rough textures of the trees, seeking the form that had passed his vision just moments ago. He searched and searched, but could not find anything among the vines or grasses tall enough to mimic what he'd discovered. "Head Cockroach...." The insult was given more to receive the attention of the guards. Fortunately, though likewise unfortunately, the brute turned to face him, anger etched into his features. "What's that?" He asked in a sarcastically kind tone. His eyes spelling the tale with their rising fury. "Something is moving out there...you may wish to look into it." Oban stated calmly, gesturing with his head the direction of motion. Staring out into the thick dense forest, the Head Hunter gazed where Oban had suggested they be wary of. As time passed however, nothing seemed to budge, aside from the Head's temper. "You're right...there is a breeze commin through ma'lord, perhaps we should get ya some blankets?" He stated sarcastically. " I won't be lookin any more, just in case yer tryin to get me surprised by those silver saps." With that the brutish man stepped away from the cage, stomping back over to the fire where the embers were burning low. As he stepped upon a thin twig within his path however....Oban once more spied the movement.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 8:28 pm
Oban Sorrian As the red Hunters began to converse, laughing over recent events as they stood ignorant to their surroundings, a single branch began to move towards the back of one of the men. This man was of the lower Hunter ranks, consistently scoring only the basic necessities for the requirements to become one of Skyron’s pets. Unfortunately for him, the awareness of the surrounding environment was one of the tests that he had particularly scored rather low, a fact which was shown in a matter of moments. In a sudden flash of motion, the branch that had been inching it’s way through the forest floor towards the Hunter lunged forth, piercing his body right through the heart with a splintery wooden spike. His blood drained from the wound continuously, as the forest about him sprang into sudden motion. Bark tore away from their tree’s, with holes leading down into small yellow eyes. Ferns wrapped into full torsos, vines tangled together to form arms, flowers gathered to drift in the wind as a single body. Even the grass began to rise into the humanoid forms of the tribe. “Venge!” The Head Hunter called out, identifying their foes, a species much like elemental that were formed from the plants into human like intelligent species. The Hunters soon took formation in a circle about the fire, creating a battle stance specified for wilderness travel. “Hold…” The Head ordered as the plant like beings drew in closer. “Hold…” He repeated spitting as his rage seemed to grow. “Hold…” He spoke the very words as a grass venge sprang up from beneath him wrapping it’s arms about his legs. “Goliath!” The red knight roared, his men following the order to leap high into the air. “Tempest!” The head proclaimed, smashing his fists into the earth. As his knuckles first met the face of the venge bellow, then struck into the stone and soil of the ground beneath it, a ripple of mass suddenly moved through the earth in a massive wave, tearing those still connected to the ground into pieces as it passed, even falling many of the massive trees before them. Unfortunately the venge tribe was far from finished. As the wave passed over the wagon bearing his cage upon it, Oban felt the surge lift the item from it’s place to topple over, throwing the wagon itself to shatter upon a near by oak as the cage merely fell upon it’s side behind the wave. As the prison struck the earth with the full weight of the prince behind it, the bars of the single portion became so loose that the force removed them from their position…an opportunity that Oban could never pass up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 7:28 pm
Fallen Heir Saga
The remaining Hunters fell to the earth after the wave had passed, prepared in formation yet again to counter attack the Venge tribe. As the forest seemed to move yet again, the Venge no longer so eager to simply rush in, a shift in the grasses as if caught by a slight breeze became noticeable to the red armored men.
“Hold, they intend to strike from closer range this time…keep your eyes to the grass and to the canopy.” The Head Hunter ordered, his men wary of the surroundings. As the last of the words escaped his lips, a great pause emerged. It was as if all of nature had ceased, for the chirps of small birds subsided, and the ruffling leaves of the high treetops seemed to settle. All was quiet….. Suddenly, the grasses about them wrapped into limbs and bodies, falling leaves collected into heads and feet, and once more the tribe of Venge struck from the cover of the forest.
“Fire!” The Head ordered, the embers of the smoldering pile that was once a campfire the night before suddenly bursting to life once more. As the flames grew in a sudden moment, the knights began to let their arms back so as to catch bits of the flame. All seven of the remaining Hunters then began to hurl the captured blaze from their palms towards the approaching foes, where the destructive projectiles scorched their way through the bodies of the venge high and low. As each hungry ball of flame devoured the prey that it had sought, the knights would place their hands back again to collect more fire, creating a seemingly endless onslaught of fire. “Till the last of them fall!” The leader roared, cheering with a lust for battle.
The dawn was upon them fully now, as the sun continued to raise in the sky, though the morning dew still clung to the grass. The only difficulty now that fell upon the prince was that the sun could hardly be noticed beneath the thick canopy of the Grand Woods. Sunlight rarely made it through the thicket of leaves, and when it had the light seemed more like a star against the night sky than anything. I suppose this is why so many navigators were lost within these lands. Oban thought to himself. The fallen heir ran on, stepping with caution to avoid injury among the roots of the numerous trees, for their size varied from the width of a branch to the bulk of a hill, and the uneven ground could fall those who were unwary.
As the Titan of Garnoff made a path for himself through the trees, in the direction he knew to be back towards his city, he heard a sudden rustle of leaves as if a breeze had passed through. There was no wind to sweep over him however, none to catch his hair or his clothing….thus he knew well that it was no breeze, but that the Venge were communication all about him.
“Just keep running, I only need worry if they see me as a threat.” Oban assured himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:43 pm
Another of the Venge's warriors fell, glowing embers scattering through the air as a red bolt of dengen struck it's bark exterior. One after another the leaves were torn, the vines severed, and the bright yellow eyes of the tribe began to fade as their numbers dwindled before the strength of the Hunters. Among the red armored citizens of Garnoff, only the first had fallen, and the rest had yet to even tire.
"Secure the fallen heir, the rest of these venge should be nothing for us." The Head Hunter ordered one of his subordinates, spitting into the swiftly rotting corpse of a scorched venge. "Make sure his highness is nice and comfy." He growled, through he was certain that Skyron would not be so displeased to hear of his twin brother's death.
"Yes sir." The Hunter replied, breaking from the ring formation about the fire that the knights had formed, in order to sprint towards the fallen cage. The cautious soldier's steps crunched down upon many of the torn branches, but the Hunter soon arrived at the prison without any event to discover a human like form huddled within. Staring into the darkness of the structure beneath the shade of the tree where it had been thrown, the Hunter called out towards the Head.
"Seems alright to me, he's not" the red knight was cut off as the cage was torn apart, the form within exploding into motion wrapping about to strike at the Garnoff guard with deadly force...unfortunately for the venge this knight was more than capable of a quick drawn, and in a moment's flash his blade had severed not only the striking limb, but had likewise split the head of the creature in two. He had become a blur of motion, stepping in close to the creature as he drew the iron sword.
"Knoxing Venge." He cursed.
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Venges rose up all about the fallen heir, forming ominously around him though none within significant reach. Following his path endlessly, the tribe arose from the earth for every step the prince had taken.
What are they waiting for? Oban thought to himself, certain that the creatures intended to severe his head from his body. He'd been running through the woods with great speed and long strides, but not a single being had formed before him to prevent his progress. Suddenly...his question was answered. As the Sorrian stomped through the thickets and branches of the mossy Grand Woods, his rush was suddenly halted by the formation of yet another Venge before him. His body carried into the humanoid beast so swiftly, the Titan of Garnoff was knocked from his feat to fall flat onto the moist grounds behind him.
Lifting himself onto his elbows to gain a better view, Oban realized what it was that the others had been standing idly by in wait of...their king.... Before him stood a venge like no others. Wielding a stone ax within one hand, the prime venge stood tall, with a crown like ring of bark wrapped neatly about his head. The yellow eyes of the venge stared back at Oban from above with blood lust, and in a wide arch the ax came down to display this bloodlust, seeking his heart with it's swing.
The fallen heir roared his denial, thrusting himself onto his feat to close the distance between himself and the venge, preventing the head of the ax from meeting with his own flesh. With all his strength the prince then took hold of the king venge's arm, lifting upwards with such great ferocity so as to break the limb from it's place upon the body of the humanoid. His hands gripped tightly about the rough handle, scraping against the stone of the craft as Oban swiveled about in order to gain momentum. With a viscous swing, the heir severed the waist of the shocked king, the beast himself dispersing into a cloud of pollen.
The eyes of the venge that had formed before appeared to grow wide, and a wail erupted from their bodies loudly, as Oban held the stone ax in his hand...the arm of their king still clenching tightly to it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 10:12 pm
I step lightly as i walk along a stream. I know not what lay ahead, nor care what lie behind. I examine the surroundings, bow drawn at my side. I look for any signs of moment. Any sign of hostility.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:49 am
▀ ▄ ■ □C a r e T o F i n d O u t ?□ ■ ▄ ▀ ☪ ((Enter)) While riding fast on her chosen steed, Nalia soon had her horse to slow down to a trot. Here, she perked her pointed ears, listening to the wilderness. Taking in the scent of the forest, so fresh....so...home welcoming. The queen continued down the forest still upon her steed as she could hear a conversation not so far from her position. ☪ However, what really caught her sight was a glimpse of a man...no...a horse?Nalia shook her head and looked again, nothing was there. "I must be loosing it...." She spoke to herself. Soon, she came to a halt and hopped off her mount as she walked further to see a lone apple tree. ☪ How odd to see this stand alone with low hanging fruit like this. With her natural curiosity, Nalia plucked a plump apple from the thin branch, rubbing it against her stomach before looking to the redness of the apple. In a way she was impressed, more so, hoped that it would be delicious as it looks. ☪ Closing her eyes, she slowly bit into the juice fruit, tasting the sharp flavor of the apple. And, indeed it was everything she thought it would be, sweet. When she heard a twig snap, Nalia pulled the apple away from her full lips and turned to the attention where the sound emitted from, hand on her hilt of her weapon. To no avail, it was only her horse...not a threat. 
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:50 pm
Oban Sorrian
“This way.” The Head Hunter growled, snapping a twig underfoot as he observed the scraped upon the stones. It’s dark but fortunately lord Oban has left us a rather clear trail…The red armored men moved with haste, stepping over stones and climbing over massive roots the size of standing mountain trolls. With each stride they gained ground, expecting that the fallen heir had long since been running with all haste from their encampment…perhaps even before the assault upon the site had begun.
“Keep moving, he must be far more distant from us still.” The Head roared behind him, thought upon turning to face the front once more, he found a brawler severing the head of a venge, his back turned to the group as the forest dweller turned to a plume of pollen. Halting in their steps not twenty steps away, the hunters could easily see the scattered pollen and piles of seeds thrown all across the area. The forest floor was nearly covered by the small specs, even though a single venge only seemed to produce enough to coat a small area. “How many…” One of the hunters asked, though his question was cut short in his awe.
“I’ve never seen venges turn to seed after death….their corpses still litter the battle field back at the encampment.” The Head muttered, removing his golden trimmed helm to better view the fallen heir. “That’s quite the admirable feat…taking down so many.” He spoke, this time allowing his voice to echo loudly enough through the trees to cause Oban to turn towards their party, axe still in hand. “So that’s why they call you the Titan of Garnoff, and here I thought you just got lucky with that elemental.” The Head’s face was almost as friendly as his growling scratchy voice. A scar ran a line from the top of his nose across his cheek and further down to the left of his jaw, his nose was not unusually lengthy but it’s width was rather broad, along with his shaved head and sharp teeth, the Head Hunter appeared even more vicious without the helm.
“You can probably tell by now…you can’t make it back on your own…you couldn’t even walk that far.” He began, examining the exhausted and tattered form of his former prince. “We have horses, and we’re going to Dragon’s Breath, but we have no cage. Either you ride with us willingly…or you’ll limp your way back to the edge of Grand Woods and die on a stump with a venge’s thorn in your back….still, it’s your decision.” The Head’s voice was not so violent any more, for he would rather have a less troublesome passenger now without the cage to contain his prisoner. In his poor physical state, peering down at his torn arms and legs for just a moment, Oban gave a subtle nod well aware that he could no longer run.
“Very well then your highness…time to take a peak at Dragon’s Breath”
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:20 pm
▀ ▄ ■ □C a r e T o F i n d O u t ?□ ■ ▄ ▀☪ After finishing such a sinful fruit, The woman knelt down, digging a small hole to place the fruit within before covering it back up with the rich soil. Standing up firmly, she closed her eyes and began to pray. A tradition to respect the woods in her race. For the woods are living as she must respect its nature. ☪ However, the chatter became louder once again, who was it? Her pointed ears raised up, just peeking out of her wavy short hair as she couldn't believe the name she had heard. Oban! What was he doing here in these neck of the woods so close to her kingdom and not in his own. ☪ Surely there's a story behind all her questions. Nalia quickly mounted on her steed and road off into the directions of the voices. When her horse made a marvelous jump over a hill top and landed in front of their view. She over heard the last statement of the head hunters demand and glared at him. "You draw near my kingdom stranger, and defile this forest!" She exclaimed before looking down to the one on the ground who was surrounded by scattered pollen. "I am queen Naliah of Omidus, Explain yourselves!" She demanded before looking back to the one mounted on his steed. ((TIME FORWARD [a few moments later] )) Seeing as how nothing was going on, no one was responding, she became more frustrated with the idea of being ignored. However, as a smirk came across her face, she whistled loudly enough for her elvaan folk to hear. This message was that of stealth, to keep an eye on these two as she would make her departure. Mounting back up on her royal steed, the woman glared at the men and gave the a quick warning shot with her bow'n arrows. "Do not come here again, or else the next shot wont be the warning......" With that, she whistled to her horse, till the steed responded by turning around and heading back to the castle.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 9:49 pm
His target ran beneath him. Dante was in the trees following him. He had scared the target a while ago, he ran into this forest like an idiot. The target was a murderous coward.
Dante's quiet footsteps allowed him to get in front of the target. He waited for him to stop running. The coward stopped running and was exhausted. He sat on a log and drank his ale.
Dante quietly came down a tree and was standing in front of the guy. The man looked at him. He got up and raised his arms, "i'm done running, kill me," he said and waited.
Dante walked up to him. He removed his hood. "I am the last person you are ever going to see, do you want to say anything?" he asked and prepared to kill him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 9:54 pm
The female assassin followed silently behind the other assassin. While the assassin was talking she jumped down and killed the target. "Assassin work in silents you would do well to remember that, never give them time to think." She kept her hood up and her face low.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:10 pm
 Dante's eyes widened, The mans neck bled as he fell down and grabbed Dante. He slid off him and died. Dante turned around and grabbed the girl and pulled her down. He got on top of her and put his elbow into her throat, (not to hard), holding her down. "You are foolish! That was my target!" He pulled out his silver dagger, removed his elbow and put it to her throat. "Tell me who you are," he insisted.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:27 pm
 Katalina spat in his face. Looking up at him with discust in her eyes.
"No! You are wrong that was my target. You do not show them sympathy you kill them quickly and swiftly."
She glared at him as he put the dagger to her throat.
"My name is Katalina. I am an assassin, I come from a long line of assassins going back to the first. Now you tell me who you are and why you were after MY target."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:38 pm
He wiped off the spit. He removed the dagger and put it away. He smirked. "Obviously we had the same target." he got off her and stepped back. "Sorry for the trouble," he said and bowed. "The blade of my dagger has a powerful poison in it but I didn't cut you so you should be ok, but it might have leaked into your skin, I hope I don't have to meet you again ms. nartshuro," he said and smiled. Then vanished. He walked out of the forest.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:44 pm
Katalina glared at the spot where the other assassin had been. She tried to stand and manged to do so. She began to walk out of the forest. After a few minutes she collapsed against a tree, and passed out. After twenty minutes she came to and followed where the other had gone.
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