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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 4:25 pm
When the Blood Barons of The Devil's Eye had complete their initial work on their underground sanctum, they celebrated by building a grand underground arena where they could cast the desert tribes' warriors and their slaves against one another for sport. 100 feet in diameter and designed as a traditional coliseum, The Pit, as they called it, claimed the lives of many innocent men.
Now, with The Blood Barons dead and their sanctum open to all of the people of The Desert, The Pit has been renamed The Andalusian Arena. Duels over matters of honor are hosted here, as is training for The Devil's Eye's younger fighters as it offers respite from the desert's punishing heat. Beneath the Grand Floor of the arena are a number of smaller chambers that are used as makeshift rooms for warriors in intensive training, storage of goods and training weapons, and rooms for private sparring lessons.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:58 pm
At the base of the Arena, framed in the center the rusted cages that comprise all of the Arena's lower walls, sits a Reaper. He is bare skinned, save a loose pair of gray linen pants that pool around his folded legs. He is a creature of muscle and finesse, apparent in the taut and chiseled slope of his shoulders and back. He sits in the dim of the Andalusian Arena, and it groans its rusted words at him as he sits in personal silence. Eyes closed. Fingers closed together to form a circle over the ground beneath him. Be it prayer, meditation or some other strange ritual, the Reaper was exceptionally centered, and scarred his face was calm and washed clean with peace.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 2:41 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCordeliaXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
••••••••••••••••XX HP: ( 960 )XX//XX Energy: ( 1000 )XX//XX Strength: ( 9 )XX//XX Speed: ( 6 )XX//XX Bloodline: ( The Fallen )XX//XX Class: ( Warrior )
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" The female of the species is more deadly then the male."
Wings spread, Cordelia landed on the edge of the pit, scanning below to find her target.
It has been quite sometime before she had been back to the desert, and frankly..the only reason why she came back was to check in on the people, the rumors of another fallen, and the one man she thought of as a friend.
Spotted below, meditating she guessed, she unfurled her wings and coasted down. Stopping right before her mentor, her friend. Two months its been sense she last saw him..giving her wings one final slap, she curled them back up behind her, letting the smell of hazelnut wash around them. If he didn't see her shadow, he would definitely recognize the scent from her wings. She stood silently, waiting for him to speak. Her cloths remained the same, simple white cloth wrapped into a toga of sorts, with a leather strap fastening the middle. Her platinum blond hair in a high pony tail. Leather whip on her left hip, great sword in a makeshift scabbard on her back.
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•••• Dodges: 2-(Available)
•••• Distance: 30 ft -(Available)
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Nation sad Devil's Eye Desert)XXXXFaction: ( N/A )XXXXDeity: (Pita/ Rykort)XX••••••••••••••••
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:35 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" A faint speck could be seen travelling towards the Andalusian Arena, getting bigger and bigger at a quick and steady pace. As it got closer, more distinct features could be made out. Nearing the arena, Raziel would flap twice to stop his forward momentum, plummeting a few feet to the ground and landing in the sand with a muted thump. As the Fallen rose from his crouch in the sand, he looked up. The first thing he noticed was the platinum blonde haired fallen, dressed in white and practically the perfect depiction of a fallen angel. I didn't know fallen exist here as well... this is wierd. Maybe she came here the same way as me? Raziel thought to himself. Casting his tawny gold gaze around the room, Raziel would then notice a reaper near some cages. What he was doing was beyond the Fallen warrior's comprehension. Perhaps meditating? Thinking? Whatever he was doing was beyond Raziel. However, he looked focused and at peace. Perhaps the other fallen could tell him where this 'Kerrark' was. Raziel began to stride over to the female fallen, intent on asking her if she could point him in the direction of Kerrark. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 7:38 am
"Cordelia," her name sounded through the winded rasp of the voice wheezing out from between the Reaper's lips. He was young, undoubtedly so, yet his voice held the frailness and struggling breath of a venerable man wrecked through decades of heavy smoking. Cordelia knew the reason. Raziel would soon find out.
Kerrark rose in a single motion, his legs unfolding and rising together as though hinged to a single point; a brilliant piece of mortal clockwork. As he rose and turned to face them, Raziel would see the mark upon the reaper's bare chest. From the back of his neck, to the recess at the bottom of his throat, down along his sternum and across his collar bones, there was a wound. Judging by the intense volume of scar tissue, it had been endured some time ago... but the flesh was cracked, blackened and glistening raw with redness. The shape it made was ghastly, and unmistakable. A gruesome brand in the shape of a cross, one that had been left to melt through his bones and into his heart. It could only be guessed that fate had intervened, for if not he would surely have perished.
The Reaper look back to Raziel, his eyes a striking steel gray filled with the antithesis of war and strife. Despite the mutilation he wore and the haunted place he was in, Kerrark was an image of total peace. He did not smile or frown at the sight of the Reapers. He took them in, and embraced them as a part of his being even before he knew the other Fallen's name. "Welcome, Sister. I did not expect you to return. What summons you back to Andalusia?" The Reaper's eyes crossed to Raziel then, and he allowed a moment of silence for her to speak before his hushed voice reached out to Raziel. "I have not seen you before, Brother. You walk with purpose. What do you seek?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:36 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCordeliaXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XHP: ( 960 ) X//X Energy: ( 1000 ) XX//XX Strength: ( 9 ) XX//XX Speed: ( 6 ) XX//XX Bloodline: ( The Fallen ) XX//XXClass: ( Warrior ) ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ " The female of the species is more deadly then the male." Eyes crunched as she saw the scars upon his body, her hand wanting to go out and caress the damage, to care for them the way he had her. Instead, her head tilted up with her chin jutting out, she went on the offensive. "What have you done reaper? You will gain infection th..." She stopped short at his words, ignoring the ones directed at her, and spun around at the ones aimed at the one called "Brother".
How had she not heard someone coming up behind her? The sting to her pride she felt as each hand went to both weapons. Ready to whip and slice the unexpected foe down, but that was just it..unexpected. Her eyes widened, and mouth dropped slightly as her gaze fell upon another fallen! The scent from his wings would quickly reach the two others, but the light blinded her from making out any distinguishing features other then the extreme height and wings on this character. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2-(Available) •••• Distance: 30 ft -(Available) •••• - NOT including flying- Nation sad Devil's Eye Desert)XXXXFaction: ( N/A )XXXXDeity: (Pita/ Rykort)XX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 6:26 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" As the Fallen would turn to face him, the young warrior's amber gold gaze flashed in recognition of the angelic woman. He recognized her features, but from what recesses in his mind, he could not say. After all, he knew many Fallen before he went into hibernation, and it had been hundreds, if not thousands of years. As the reaper would call to Raziel, Raziel took in the Reapers malformed features. As he drank in what he saw, he decided that the scabbing cross round Kerrark's neck was a badge of honor, much like Raziel's lionshead brand on his forearm. Snapping back into more focused state of thought, He then spoke to the Reaper. "So you're Kerrark? He wasn't lying when he said you'd be hard to miss... anyways, i'm Raziel. Nice to meet ya. Adellos the Were Jackal told me that I was to come seek you out, to prove myself. I think he wants to see if he can trust me or something? He didn't really tell me much." the fallen would explain. Perhaps Kerrark or the female Fallen knew what Adellos spoke of, for the Fallen Raziel was truely clueless on the matter at hand. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 8:26 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCordeliaXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XHP: ( 960 ) X//X Energy: ( 1000 ) XX//XX Strength: ( 9 ) XX//XX Speed: ( 6 ) XX//XX Bloodline: ( The Fallen ) XX//XXClass: ( Warrior ) ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ " The female of the species is more deadly then the male." Hands coming off of her weapons, mouth closing..The female Fallen had taken a step closer to her friend. She knew first hand what the Reaper could do in battle, and had no doubts that if it came down to a physical altercation, that he could handle himself..but with no armor, and so small in comparison to the over 7ft Fallen, she could not but help herself feel the need to protect him, if the moment should arise. She was not adorned in armor like the male fallen, but that mattered little to the seasoned female warrior. Not knowing that the male brethren in front would mostly be her equal, if not better. But for everyone who was familiar with The Fallen race, they did not stand down to any challenge. Thinking themselves as the best of the best.
The scent of the male washed over the two, Pine needles is what predominately struck her sense of smell. Eyes squinted in concentration as something in her mind stirred, trying to come forth...a memory maybe? Perhaps she had seen or met him at the time before hibernation, but it was simply just not coming to her and that, more then anything was infuriating.
She could only sit back and watch, waiting for the test or whatever Kerrark had in store for this male.
♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2-(Available) •••• Distance: 30 ft -(Available) •••• - NOT including flying- Nation sad Devil's Eye Desert)XXXXFaction: ( N/A )XXXXDeity: (Pita/ Rykort)XX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 11:46 am
((Sorry for the delay ya'll, it was a very busy weekend-week!)) Kerrark set one metal hand on Cordelia's back. His cold fingers rested lightly on the plumage at the root of her left wing. "My mark will never heal. It is the price I paid in choosing my own destiny. Do not fear for me. Raziel, welcome... please forgive Lord Adellos' suspicions. We are in a dark time, and past treacheries have cost our lands dearly. You need not prove yourself to me." The Reaper removed his hand from Cordelia's back before speaking again. "How goes your training, both of you? Your skills are similar. You would benefit from training with each other."
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 2:44 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" Raziel's large steel gauntleted hands, which were rested upon the pommel of his battle axe and mace, fell to his sides as the scabbing reaper informed him that there would be no test to prove his worth. He decided he liked this reaper. He seemed rather... at peace with everything. He had met reapers before and while they all seemed connected to life, this one seemed as if his very core was attached to the rest of the beings around him. Raziel was even willing to bet that the Reaper would choose not to fight, no matter the circumstance. The fallen seemed taken aback by Kerrark's question, and it took Raziel a moment to answer. "My training? Daaamn it's been a while. I haven't really learned any of the journeyman skills yet. I guess i've been slacking a lot huh..." The male fallen admitted with a small smile, stretching back an armored hand and scratching the back of his Raven black haired head. His amber gold eyes would flash very briefly from Cordelia to the Kerrark once more as Kerrark suggested they train together. He personally liked the idea. The fallen woman looked as if she could handle herself, and who knows she might have been Raziel's equal, if not better than the male fallen. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:23 am
(( Ugh! So sorry for the delay guys! I checked in the day or so after my last post, and saw that no one had posted..knowing that Ferr was busy and all. Along with the fact that its holiday season, and im racking my brain hiring new seasonal employees..haha, but no mattter..I always have mornings free and I check in at nights at least every other day. smile )) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCordeliaXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XHP: ( 960 ) X//X Energy: ( 1000 ) XX//XX Strength: ( 9 ) XX//XX Speed: ( 6 ) XX//XX Bloodline: ( The Fallen ) XX//XXClass: ( Warrior ) ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ " The female of the species is more deadly then the male."
A smile crossed her face at the idea, it had been some time before she had any training. Sneaky little man, he probably had the idea brewing for awhile.
"My training goes well, ive had to use it on more wild creatures then people quite honestly, being in the depths of the wilds doesn't bring out alot of humanity.." She shrugged, her times within the forest proved excitement for her, sometimes fists too claws and teeth were better then sword on sword. Anything new in battle really got her going.
Taking a step away from Kerrark, his reassuring hand sliding off of her back, she needed a clear space at the moment.
Her wings unfurling in a dramatic display, sand whipping up to hit the reapers boots and pants as well as the aromatic scent of her wings filling the air.
"I hope your ready Raziel!" She shouted, giving one ginormous flap of her wings, while pushing off with her legs, giving her double the momentum as she hovered the ground, coming straight for the male fallen, Greatsword drawn over her head and swung down like an ending guillotine..The blow obviously meant to kill, but if he was truly her kin, he would be able to stop it without a problem.
♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2-(Available) •••• Distance: 30 ft -(Available) •••• - NOT including flying- Nation sad Devil's Eye Desert)XXXXFaction: ( N/A )XXXXDeity: (Pita/ Rykort)XX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:22 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 960 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" As Raziel watched the female fallen take to the skies with a flap of her angelic white wings, the male fallen would unsheathe his spiked mace and battle axe, dropping into a crouch for good balance. As the female fallen came towards him with such speed, Raziel would fold both of his wings in unision, creating a shield to stop the blonde female warrior. He was confident that his wings were strong enough to block the woman's slash. then, just as she neared him the fallen had an idea. He pulled energy from his pool of energy and sent it shooting into the feathers of his wings. His feathers at once became very pointy and sharp. With the female flying at him with such a great velocity, he was almost certain she would run straight into them. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used: Hardened feathers C You harden the feathers on your wings, making them sharp for four posts. during this time, most angels swing around their wings and try to hit targets. Can pierce up to iron.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:41 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCordeliaXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XHP: ( 960 ) X//X Energy: ( 960 ) XX//XX Strength: ( 9 ) XX//XX Speed: ( 6 ) XX//XX Bloodline: ( The Fallen ) XX//XXClass: ( Warrior ) ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ " The female of the species is more deadly then the male."
Eyes widening a bit, she opened her wings from behind her , the momentum, knowing that she could not stop herself, she closed them in-front of her while slamming her sword into the ground right before the Male fallen. Keeping a tight right grip on the sword ...she.pushed down on the sword, then up as she slammed into Raziel's wings and body sending Cordelia up and over , the momentum caused her to go airborne, uncontrolled she was as she tumbled through the air, slamming into the ground she reached out..trying to stop herself from rolling and causing more damaged. The sound of a sword slamming into the ground could be heard from behind.
Opening her eyes, she was a good 15 feet from the Fallen..Unaware if she where hurt or not, she stood up and quickly examined herself..then tilting her head to the side, she examined her wings...feathers damaged and torn fell to the floor..an ach that she would feel for days settled within her wings. She sighed and laughed as she saw her sword behind her. The thing could have easily impaled her, she thought that the momentum would be enough to clear her body from the sword..but honestly, she could only hope for that. Dusting her white clothing, now stained..she walked over and grabbed the hilt. Pulling it from the ground. Giving the male fallen a wide smile that almost ate each of her ears, pearly whites showing.
No doubt he would be a little peeved from being jostled as well..who knows, maybe he would get a bit of a sadistic "Fighters thrill" out of it like her.
One, two beats of her wings caused her to take flight...Perhaps they would take this fight to the skies. "Come on Raziel! Join me in a little fun!" She called, taunting the male.
♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2-(Available) •••• Distance: 30 ft -(Available) •••• - NOT including flying- Nation sad Devil's Eye Desert)XXXXFaction: ( N/A )XXXXDeity: (Pita/ Rykort)XX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used: -Wings of our Father, (Passive once learned) -Flight (C-Rank, 40 Energy) ((Ferr, if im doing anything wrong..deductions/etc...just let me know. =] ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 10:11 am
((Everything looks good so far smile Keep going, and ya'll are free to learn whatever skills you want in the order you'd like. JUST REMEMBER! You can only learn a maximum of three skills per post, and you must spend the appropriate amount of paragraphs learning them! Kerrark is observing, so you sitll gain your Teacher bonus.))
The Monk watched from below, hands at his side, feet on the shadowed cavern's ground. There was something of a smile on his face, but he did not speak. He watched the Fallen battle in the subterranean cavern without a word. There was a slight smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 8:53 am
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 900 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" Raziel bent his armored knees and braced for the impact of his fellow fallen, yet it didn't happen exactly as he planned. The sheer impact of Cordelia had made Raziel skid back a few inches on the arena floors sand. He kept his balance however, and quickly felt the weight shift up and off of his wings, and he heard the soft thud of Cordelia hitting the ground and a skidding sound as her sword did the same. Raziel could now feel his blood pumping, his body awakening for a fight. When Cordelia took to the sky, a mischievous smile spread from Raziel's lips. The towering fallen beat his large, dark gray feathery wings twice towards the ground and feel as his feet left the ground and he was suddenly airborne. He felt the thrill of being in the sky, and he could honestly say that to him, no other thrill could quite meet being able to fly. Raziel would then begin to coast towards his opponent, battle axe and mace in hand as he flew towards Cordelia. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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