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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 7:57 pm
Do'Roelin
"Finally" A familiar voice would call down from the roofs above, nearly two stories higher than that of the street level. "It was such an annoyance to kindly wait here for your approach...I had considered to reduce the general amount of damage to the local surroundings, and thus my patience was tested for your arrival." Do'Roelin spoke from above. "Lets try this once more." He chuckled, eyes glowing.
As the white haired Azarian spoke, the streets of Garnoff began to tremble, sand lifting seemingly from within the cracks of every brick that lined the roads of the Silver Kingdom. The master then grasped at the air, forming a fist and raising his rune marked arm into the air swiftly, an eruption following the motion.
From within the thousands of grains of sand that now filled the streets with nearly half a foot of eroded earth, scorpions of all sizes emerged. Some were those of normal sizes, creating no more threat than their small poisonous stingers, other however were far larger, so massive that one could ride atop them as they climbed down from the rooftops and emerged from the allies to approach their target with ominous intent.
"I am a bit cranky from the last time we played this game...this time however I shall not play nicely." Overjoyed with his newest techniques Do'Roelin couldn't help but laugh aloud from his perch upon the rough shingles. Soon the countless creatures began to close in from all directions, a mass of armored creatures with poison and crushing claws.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 1:15 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥  ❦ Before responding to the first reply, Charlotte found herself in mid though of how to respond to such simpleness. Though when the man spoke of leaving the area, she quickly hesitated. Reaching out to him, but, a lass, she wasn't fast enough as he left the room. ❦ Even though he said to return, how does she know that he wont bring the authorities with him? He may not be interested in her capture but the ransom might perk his interest. IF he were to be that kind of man. Mean while, another thing accrued to her. She tried to stall the man for the original fear. That figure who lingered outside. ❦ When she rushed to the window, throwing the curtains aside, she saw the man with white hair target her new found friend. Just what is this strangers aim? Charlotte thought. Soon the walls of her room began to quake, dust falling from above. "What trickery is this?" She spoke aloud, and alarmed. she began to fret and panic as she desperately tried to open the rusted window. To her avail, she simply kicked it down, hopping onto the rooftop while trying to fixate her gaze upon her newly target. ❦ Her eyes widen at the sight of the creatures and sand hauling over the concrete that once was the roads. Just who is this man? and how is it he has so much power? Charlotte thought once more. She then began to hurry to aid her friend who might be at a disadvantage. Jumping down from the roof, Charlotte pulled out her bow and rapidly began to shoot arrows, condensing the wind around the metal head to be able to pierce the body of the creatures below. When Charlotte landed upon the sandy roads, she hurried herself to her new friend to warn him.... ((Sorry for the long LONG wait for the reply, been sick and busy with work. But now I'm back yay lol again so sorry for the wait.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 1:52 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  As he progressed into the street, a sudden and familiar voice rang out from above, causing Chris to stop immediately in his tracks. Instantly shifting his gaze upward, he found Do'Roelin up there... In seconds, the wanderer soon found the nearby city foundations covered in sand, up past the soles of his boots. As he prepared his blade for a battle, he turned his gaze to his back, where the shifting of sand had caught his attention. In a single instant, his blade sank straight into the carapace of a giant scorpion, its intent of a surprise attack noticed... yet unavoided. As Chris pushed the creature aside, he realized quickly that a wound had appeared on his waist, evident from the lingering poisonous tail of the scorpion.
Being as durable as he was, the man thought nothing of the poison now coursing through his body. Instead, he turned his attention to the numerous and various scorpions approaching him. One by one, he struck them down with either his blade or foot, and yet more continued to approach. As the battle progressed onward, though, Chris' actions began to grow sluggish... It was about this that he realized the poison had indeed been very potent, the most obvious part being the blurriness of his vision. Falling to a knee, he could see the vague images of scorpions approaching him... And then, they were shot down almost instantly. Glancing to his side, he saw what looked like Charlotte approaching toward hastily. Though it wouldn't have sounded like it if he tried, he supposed he needed to thank her for that save. Of course, it won't matter if they couldn't get out of this mess...
Suddenly, Chris felt himself growing overwhelmed. Sure, the poison was running its course upon him, but there... there was something else happening... He couldn't describe it. All he knew was, as he stared at Do'Roelin and the shadow his body was casting upon the visible portion of the roof, he felt his mind... 'compelling' the darkness to rise. And that... it did. Slowly, the man's shadow rose from the tiles silently, shifting and twisting into some sort of replica form of him. As this occurred, Chris stumbled over to Charlotte, his movements unsteady, and nearly fell to the ground as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"We... have to... get out... of here..." came his comment which, despite the lack of emotion he would display, sounded somewhat pained.
As soon as his words were spoken, the shadowed area beneath grew pitch black. In seconds, it was like quicksand had taken them in, as they both began to sink into the darkness. Chris had no idea what was happening, if he was even causing this to happen to begin with, nor if this would actually do them good or harm, but... he needed to get her out of her, at least. It wasn't her place or time to die by the hands of someone like Do'Roelin... Soon, the two had fallen fully into the shadows, disappearing from sight and mind as the shadow vanished in suit...
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 3:08 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ When Charlotte Had her back to Chris, She continued her rapid fire. One by one those Scorpions either retreated or continued their pursuit. Slowly, she took a step back, only to slightly jump at the touch of Chris hand resting upon her left shoulder. And in turn lowered her bow, to turn and aid him. Holding her friends limp body close to her, worried that the poison will soon consume his life. ❦ "Chris!" Charlotte fret, as she saw the wound upon him. Indeed it was critical. She had to get him out of here. Glaring back at Do' Roelin, the female Spire was about to make another hastey move but was caught off guard as she felt her feet and legs being sunk into the ground below. Sand? No, it was....his shadow. Chris was doing somthing even she thought he wasn't capable of. Degen! ❦ Be it a surprise now, it sure is coming in handy at a time like this. They both had to retreat, as much as she hated the thought of running away from her enemy.....even from her captures. Charlotte looked back to Chris, putting her bow and arrows away to further hold him in her arms with utmost worry. ❦ " Remember, you promised you'd help me find him!" She spoke in a stern voice. Reminding him of the deal they had made earlier. Charlotte held on tight, as the darkness consumed them, closing her eyes....wondering where they'll appear next. ((Exit))
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:26 pm
Doko Lotrius I//I “Skyron Sorrian…” A booming voice echoed through the halls of Garnoff’s Silver Castle. “Or perhaps I should say…King Skyron Sorrian, as I am told.” The sounds of both boots slapping against the floor with confident stride and the clattering of metal, be they the armor or trinkets carried by the group, bounced off the marble and ivory walls of the inner throne room as the tyrant king made his way through the massive well carven wooden doors. Since his prior departure, the magnificent banners that hung from the balconies and massive columns had been replaced. The Green and silver symbol of the city, displaying a glorious depiction of the holyground had been since replaced with the intricate craft of the red and silver banners, displaying a hawk soaring above the lands. As the appearance of the room had of the halls of Garnoff had so changed, so too had the appearance of King Doko himself. Rather than an annoyed expression, his walk resembling that of the old priest Gashrious with it’s effort, he now displayed a joyous appearance, though it was accompanied by rather embellished plate armor to balance the feelings of relief and dread. “Where is Lucheston Sorrian?” Doko asked, the smile not yet fading from his overjoyed features. As he asked this minor question he raised a single brow, his gaze piercing into Skyron like a heated pike. “My traitorous father is being apprehended by the authorities of Tenzonokit, only to be sent this way in order to accompany those resting in my dungeon.” The false king answered, confidence filling his voice with authority as the new Silver King stood to great him. “Well, my treaty is with he…not you.” Lotrius chuckled, pacing to the left of the throne where a somewhat smaller chair, once occupied by Menna, held a new young woman with long blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. Seated next to her was former queen Momolla Sorrian, yet this did not appear to arouse the tyrant’s feigned curiosity as greatly as the unnamed young girl who sat where his daughter should have. “And that treaty was forged by your marriage to my daughter…tell me, where is she now?” He asked, his brow raising just a bit higher than before. “Well…she left the very day that Oban was removed from the city…We have yet to find her.” Skyron replied, trying desperately to hide his personal shame. Unfortunately for the youth, this was something that Doko had quite a bit of talent in discovering, something which had aided him in his rise to the council of Dokoro before his overthrow. “Well without a daughter to forge such a bond, ensuring peace between our fine Kingdoms is a bit more….difficult.” A sneer appeared just then, the thin hairs upon the tyrant’s face brushing against each other as the smile broadened. “What could I possibly have to make certain your loyalty?” The words brought upon the Silver King a pale hue, his mind searching frantically for something to offer to the king of Dokoro before the forces of his kingdom fell upon Garnoff. “We have weapons of great strength.” Skyron offered, though the tyrant merely shook his head. “My knights alone are enough weapons for me, a Black Diamond Knight can slay a mountain troll with his bare hands, with or without dengen.” Though this though was certainly frightening to a king who’s men were not so harshly trained, it passed by as meaningless in the moment as the Silver King searched further into the depths of his wealth. “We have land-“ “As do I.” The Grand King interrupted, making his point swiftly. “Well….”Skyron thought as swiftly as he could, for though he stood taller than the man before him, he felt so very small compared to his armies. Beneath the weight of the kingdom he had just aspired to obtain, the false king had to sit upon his throne in order to bare the heavy burden of protecting it’s people… or at least himself. “Well?” The Tyrant asked, ensuring that the young king could not think properly before making decisions by pressing him for haste. “The power of our holy ground….”Skyron offered, knocking many knights from their otherwise unmoving stance, and drawing a gasp from those sitting next to the throne. “It is…perhaps the only thing I can offer.” I shall not loose this kingdom to the tyrant, not after I just took hold of it. He thought, not realizing the weight of the offer. “I shall give escort for you to the holy ground when it’s power is most potent… surely that would satisfy.” Seeming to think it over for a long drawn moment, Doko Lotrius finally nodded his head. “Yes…I do believe that will satisfy.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:06 pm
Do'Roelin
The Dengen Master stood by atop the roof, allowing his minions to handle the majority of the effort for even without their potent toxins the sheer volume of the viscous creatures rising from the sands was enough to overwhelm the majority of forces. It had appeared to be all that he would need for victory this day, making up for his disappointing failure in Aroch previously, until one such event appeared where he had not expected. Another, a Spire fairy by the looks of it, leaped from her place among the windows of the various buildings of Garnoff, striking down countless enemies with little effort as she pierced their heavy armor with mere arrows.
“You little drouk, why do you defend the Erzelemmentes?” Do’Roelin questioned rhetorically, naming the wanderer like one would an object. “Very well, I shall relieve you both of your toil, you may thank me later in the afterrealm.”
Unfortunately to the Azarian’s surprise, he would have not chance at fulfilling his promise, for as the words left his mouth, the shadows lifted their icy grip to take hold of him.
“What?” He exclaimed, turning to face the threat that took hold of his back. What is this? I’ve never heard of dengen taking such form…dust,phase,kurai?Regardless of his attempts to identify the technique however, the shadows still pulled greedily at his form, ripping him from his feet until his fingers clenched tightly upon the rough shingles and dug deep to prevent the master’s fall. As the iron grip of the lightless foe pulled harder upon his being Do’Roelin became more desparate in his drive to live, growing claws with the most recent extraction of erzelemmnetes fueling his abilities. The claws sank into the wood and roofing, but as their eerie scrapes were heard even from the streets bellow so to did his body. “Cease!” Do’Roelin roared in defiance, fiery markings covering his body in an instant, removing his shadow from the realm of light.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 7:08 pm
The council room which had been attained within the glowing city was poorly lit. A single dengen flare levitating above the center of a round table between the Dragon, the Tyrant, and the Caster. Little light was required up atop the tower however, and even bellow the low roof Doko seemed to stand tall with his latest conquer assured.
“Dragon, how long until you can acquire their information?” Doko asked of the Dread Knight known for his furious brute strength. His eyes glared down upon the scruffy man as if the Black Diamond had done something wrong, yet in truth this was merely an expectation of something done right.
“Their basic guard is simple enough. Their knights rank just as any other, the lowest becoming either scouts or guardsmen of the wall, while platoons patrol the streets constantly. Smaller patrols border the outer wall like nats border a rotten apple” He smirked, though the tyrant’s features remained unchanging, appearing to expect more from the man regardless of their short stay. Lotrius’s eyes seemed to speak a single word to the dread, who soon took an apathetic expression. This word simply said “and?”. With a short sigh….Omadin continued. “Unfortunately upon researching the Elite Silver Knights, I could not find any proper information. They burrow into the ground and appear where needed in an instant, and it seems as if their base too lingers bellow the surface. I’ve tried many techniques to tunnel after them, but without their specific dengen skill it’s nearly impossible to follow.” He finished.
“Nearly?” Doko echoed, nodding his head and turning away for a moment. “You know…they say it was nearly impossible to cross the Gallows Sea without a proper crew…yet I have heard so many tales of men becoming far reaches on their own, crossing over without breaking a single sweat alone. A mother was once told it was nearly impossible to survive with the birth of her next son, and yet as the boy was removed from her she cursed the world and roared her denial…I met just the same woman holding in her arms just the same child a few weeks later. You say it is nearly impossible to follow them…well you are neither a far reach nor a mother, but certainly a Dread….is capable of managing something nearly impossible wouldn’t you agree?” Doko raised an eyebrow, scolding his knight without ever raising his voice, his words piercing to pride wherever it may arise. With an apathetic appearance the Tyrant King continued. “It is possible, very very possible, and that means that you are not only going perform this task, but you will also do so with great haste. Who cares if it is nearly impossible…if we are nearly there.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 2:20 pm
Do'Roelin
Dust clouded the air, as a shower of stone burst forth into the vast open world beyond the walls of Garnoff. Stepping through the opening, as the Silver Knights crowded over the gash in their precious stone structure was Do’Roelin glowing fiery marks carving their way across his skin.
“The drouk may have escaped my hands, and clearly they’ve unveiled a great distance between us, but I shall not be brushed off so easily by such simple parlor tricks.” The Azarian grumbled, gritting his teeth at his most recent failure, crossbows clicking into position as the Knights of Garnoff took aim. “That appeared to be an advanced form of Shadow Pounce, though that would be the first time that I’ve heard of one taking an unwilling participant.” He proclaimed aloud, recalling the chilling feeling of being drug backwards into the depths of his own darkness.
“Sleep well this night Erzelemmentes, for it shall be the last you shall enjoy.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:08 pm
King
Lucheston
Sorrian"So it would turn out that I have returned in chains after all." Lucheston chuckled, feeling an eerie similarity to the long lost past he'd left behind before his rise to rulership. The rocky shores of Garnoff were not so welcoming as the organized docks of Grand Port, for many cliffs surrounded the city's waters. One in particular stood out to the king as he gazed down the rocky surfaces, the very same as the one where his son Oban and his daughter in law were wed...how he missed such happy times, which now seemed as distant as his youth. As the vessel managed to weave through the scattered stones, even the most gentle of waves threatening to drive the hull into a piercing protrusion, a group of Hunters and Silver Knights met them at the docks. Each standing within their own organized groups, though the Hunters would find themselves standing behind those within their silver armor. Soon the count's ship pulled in closer, scrapping against the mossy docks as the aroma of wet dirt wafted into the air before them. Now with such proximity the fallen king could see just why the Hunters stood behind his former men...it was in case any felt like siding with the Traitor, so that they could drive their pikes straight through the weakest portion of a Silver Knight's plate mail. 
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:19 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count readied himself for what was to come. "Go over the plan one more time with haste. I take you in and sell you, then what? Alone you will not be able to free yourself and once you are gone I have no leverage to stop them from killing me." The Count stated as the ship rocked back and forth harsher then before. He had his back to the docks so no one would see he was talking to Lucheston. He could tell that there were silver knights and hunters at his back which frightened him. How had they known he would be coming and how had they known he would have Lucheston with him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 9:32 pm
Safira De'Garr  Safira watched the reception with surprise. It was as if the entire army had shown up. But while some were rejoicing to see them back in chains, others had fallen faces and grim expressions. It looked like a city on the verge of civil war. What am I walking into? She thought, moving forward. She heard what the Count said. This, at least, she could give him. "There are many powerful men who owe me favors." She said in a nearly silent voice. "If you can get a message a long distance, I can make sure we survive." She turned back to the crowd, watching intently for any sign of threat.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 9:53 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"To be honest our survival takes a side seat to the main goal. Well not really seeing as the three of us are the only ones who know the plan so we would all be needed alive... Never mind here is the better question. How do we get him back on the throne. When we sell him, he will likely be healed and brought into the prison. That is a bad start." The Count explained regretting the speed their ship had brought them in. Had it gone slower or the winds turned on them they would have had more time to plan. It was then that he got an idea. "No matter what happens do not kill anyone yet." The Count ordered turning to the Silver Knights and Hunters.
"Oi' lads, I see ye' fancy my merchandise! Rustle up your leader and we may discuss a fair price for the old man!" The Count shouted to the guards putting on a manageable scottish accent. He turned back to Safira awaiting their response and the answer to his question. "At least now they cant try and steal him when we step off the ship. As long as we demand a price that the 'King' would need to approve we can get to him. Then the rest is up to Lucheston."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:11 pm
King
Lucheston
Sorrian"Where there are Silver Knights I have allies, and a force assembled so swiftly for an overthrow does not yield healers. Whoever is my assistant shall be on my side I assure you." Lucheston spoke to the count softly, though he gritted his teeth as if to threaten the man, for there were now others observing their every move. Peering side to side, the fallen king gave one last sentence of assurance. "The people of Garnoff placed me upon the throne, and though they were angered by our ruse which I cannot blame, their hearts will surely find the truth in but a short time of Skyron's rule. It should not be so difficult to create an uprising so overwhelming that my son finds it favorable to surrender." Unfortunately the boat creaked in too close to the docks by then, and Lucheston was force to spare the count his own words of wisdom, though he was certain that his latest ally would be more than capable of managing without them. The most certain way for Lucheston to regain Garnoff was to rely on those who remained loyal to him. Without the people a king was no more than a peasant. The Hunter at the head of the group replied to the count's words then, though it took him a moment to understand the far reach accent. "You'll be escorted to his majesty the Silver King Skyron, a king does not answer to the call of subjects." The Hunter spat at the count's feet, turning a sneer with half the teeth missing towards the man before him. "And if you decide that it would be too much of an honor for yerself and try to take the king off along with that boat." The Hunter raised his hand, a signal which brought a large number of crossbows and spears pointed in their direction. "And the little man off in the distance...see him?" He pointed, though it appeared only towards a small dot near the horizon. "Well he sees you, and I garuntee he's got more dengen tricks up is sleeve than any of yer lot." The impudent man chuckled. "Welcome to Garnoff then."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:27 pm
Safira De'Garr "And that son and daughter-in-law of yours?" Safira muttered to the king doubtfully. "Will they be here to assist?"She doubted even the king knew the answer to that. And besides, there was already an announcement being made by their "hosts".
Safira immediately hated the Hunters standing before her. They were arrogant, sure of their king that looked down on everyone else. She wasn't sure why she'd chosen to go with the Count and his strange ally, but she was certain of what she was doing now. Her own quest, as vague and impossible as it was, would have to be put aside. She could not walk away from a dictatorship such as this, allowing it to stand. She managed to keep her mouth shut as the man spat at them. She allowed the count and king to go ahead, bringing up the rear. She could feel the eyes on her and it made her uncomfortable, but she wasn't about to show it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:33 pm
Skyron Sorrian "Never you filthy drouk." The knight roared, spit splattering against the false king's face. Skyron's features, though often considered handsome by many women of the kingdom, contorted into a fowl shape then. He managed to keep his demeanor, but as he drug his thick sleeve across his features his skin took upon itself a red hue. "All I asked was that you denounce my father and former king, and swear your loyalty to me...is that so difficult for you knoxing Silver Knights?" It took great effort for Skyron to conceal the rising frustration as yet another knight of the realm was taken by the arms, which had been bound by rope. "One simple sentence....Lucheston is a traitor and Skyron is the true king. Then all you have to do is kneel. Even a child can manage that." Sorrian grunted, waving his hand to give the order. The knight was then bent over the double sided throne which had been thrown upon it's side. The back of the chair serving as a prop for the man's weight. Soon a rather broad Hunter stepped forth, as the others kept hold of the knight who's helm had been removed. This man carried a thick broad sword, with jagged iron edges. Even by the way the bulky brute carried the weapon one could tell of it's great weight. The Knight refused however, lifting his head to spit one last time at the false king. "A child knows not what a fool looks like!" He roared. "Hold his head down!" Skyron spat in return, the Hunter closest taking a handful of the dirty blonde locks and tugging them downwards. With gritted teeth, the man attempted to move free of his situation, but his binding held him too greatly to allow it. The broad blade went into the air, and came arching down between the hunters...severing the Knight's head.... A moment of silence passed as the Hunters stood staring at the fresh corpse. Impatience filling his voice however, Skyron soon ordered his men further. "Add his head to the rest and bring in the next lord upon the list." Skyron declared. "Why do they make it so difficult?"
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