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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 10:34 am
The sounds of night could be heard around Liliana as she exited the train. It seemed a clean up effort had been started since they were away and she was able to find someone selling horses. Try as she might though, the vendor refused her coin, instead giving her the horse as thanks for helping the town when Ivy had been here. Mounting the horse, she took off for the direction Krayth's thread resonated.
-exit-
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:24 am
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Arms, legs, muscles contracting..working once more. She shouted her victorious cry as she was awake..someone, somthing had awoken her. Was it her own power of will?
Did someone use there own? Perhaps it was a manifest of someone elses?
What ever the case..she was ready to fight, to protect her goddess..to take revenge on those who attacked..killing Cordelia. "Im coming!" she cried, clenching her large fists together..within moments..Seraphiel was awoken..ready for a fight.....
Moments pass as the dimension opens to this world..this land where a perpetual twilight sulks in every corner, every inch..where no night nor morning hits..no bathing in sunlight for this fallen apparently.
From a rip in the center of town, like a giant hole torn into the fabric of time,..a 7 foot, 2 inch Fallen plopped down onto the hard ground...covered in some kind of clear colored slime.
People gathered around her, looked at the slime covered amazon-type women, with awkward stares. Something that does not appear often in this shabby town.
While a few went to alert the guards, most likely in fear of this being another attack..some got within arm width..perhaps to lend a friendly hand? Or to just stare harder.
Wings being held down by the ooze, unable to fly Seraphiel's eyes snapped open, blue like no one has ever seen before, blue eyes that rivaled the heavenly skies.
Opening her mouth, she screamed...screamed so loud that the townspeople had to cover there ears, in fear of them bursting. Getting up on shaky unused legs, she hobbled forword and fell..causing people to scurry back, while some got closer..idiots.
"What is it?" one young townsfolk added..grabbing a farmers tool of some-sort, one that looked like an ordinary pole..jabbing her wing with it, the ooze slowly began to slosh off.. Turning sideways, Seraphiel grabbed the pole and pulled forword with such strength and speed, that the mere human could not react fast enough to let go, instead it pulled him foreword into her immediate range.
Hand leaving the pole, she snapped it up to his neck, getting a firm grasp on his puny self. His face turning purple as she cut off his wind supply immediately. "Where am I!!" She screamed, eyes darting down to his crotch where he promptly wet himself. "Fool! Answer me!" She shouted louder, not paying attention to sense she cut of his air, he was actually unable to speak...
His small hands compared to hers , where around her large wrist..trying to pry loose before he went limp..to long did he go without air, he now was merely unconscious
Seeing this, only made her more enraged. Standing up from her previous kneeling position, she hummed his body into the crowd, knocking people over like bowling pins.
"Where am I!" She shouted again, fear tight in her chest..what was this? Where was she?
Her servants? Pital? None of these people looked royal..they where in meager clothing, some that looked like they used a potato sack for cloths.
By now, the 7'2 Angel stood alone, encircled by the townspeople..not wanting to get in her hands reach.
Platinum Blond hair, that would normally be straight with a little bit of a wave, was now slick with the slime she arrived in..making it stringy and plastered all around her face and back, strands falling foreword to cover her nipples, but only barely..the rest...well..she arrived covered in slime and completely butt naked.
She cared not though, Angel's had not a problem with nudity, nor the gawks they received when servants, mostly men gazed upon the female's luscious bodies. Getting her body adjusted, hers arms and legs at least, she bent down and picked the poll up..brandishing it like a weapon. "TELL ME! Where Am I? Where is she?"
She yelled once more, the sound of metal armor and boots clanking together turned her attention..the towns guard had finally arrived.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:25 am
As the Fallen let her unconscious victim fall to the floor, she could see a few of the other villagers whisper fervent prayers to Pital as they immediately turned away. No one stayed and bothered to stare. Seraphiel might notice that though the building were complete and their structure sound, there was much blood in the streets. Tiny parts of people stuck in narrow cracks and crevices that were caked over brackish brown. It was doubtful. She had company. Only two figures rounded the corner into view. One man; one woman. Both carried rifles in their hands, and wore attire befitting nomads overlain with leather. The man seemed impressed by her height, but not her figure. Neither looked afraid. The female was first to speak and raise her weapon. "You are in Triwinds, Fallen." Her voice was steel cold and there was no mercy in it. There was, however, some manner of comprehension. The Desert was not a place of coincidences. This was no chance arrival, but it could not be a malicious one. That was what she prayed, but her finger remained on the trigger and the barrel aligned with her target's crown. The male's weapon was leveled with the bare woman's chest, and his own digit was set the same. What villagers had been present for the guards arrival were quickly making their exit. "No matter who you seek, you will not harm these people. Do you understand?" It was a question with only one correct answer; any other word or action from her would draw their fire. In the distance, a figure with arms armored up to their elbows was watching in silence as he walked towards the scene. Doors slammed shut nearby, and the twilit air was silent; holding its breath for the moment to come.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:38 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Her breathing came strong and wild, who where these mortals pointing these...these sticks with metal at her?
Taking a close look around, she first noticed the people praying..to...pital?
Why would they do such a thing?
Second, her sky blue eyes looked upon the women..who called her a "fallen" the words of the last few words with Pital, seemed to play in her mind.
~You are now considered a fallen~
And with that, without even asking what that was...she was put to sleep...laid under some kind of spell..one she could not even combat.
Her wings where still wet with goop, completely and utterly useless, so flying always from these small people where not an option..but..so sure of themselves they where with these sticks..
there words hardly phasing her.
She would not challenge them now..she wanted answer's...she would play the waiting game; and then teach them of there insolence.
"Be that as it may human's..you don't scare me in the slightest. I will go without harm to these...People"
She said in a low voice, making the last word sound venomous.
With a flick of her wrist, she let the wooden tool drop to the ground..hearing it roll away out of reach.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man making his way twords the group...perhaps someone in charge.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:26 pm
The male in the guard duo did not take kindly to the impostor's slanderous tone. "Slimy weak b***h, you dare come here during war and dishonor my people? I watched brothers and sisters die today, and saw my Lady murdered! You don't have to be scared of me for us to blow the wings from your seed-sown skin." The woman at his side held out one hand and shoved down the barrel of his gun. He was applying a little too much pressure to the trigger for her liking. "You will give her safe passage to leave here, if she will take it. I cannot stomach more killing..." There was a strange look in her eye, the glint of a liar behind a hand of cards. Perhaps she could stomach it. Perhaps she would relish in being given the opportunity to inflict pain, rather than watch it suffered upon her kin. The other figure was close now and within earshot, but he did not speak. He held out one armor clawed hand to the two, and they lowered their weapons. At this distance, the marks on his chiseled arms and chest became unmissable. Around his neck, it looked as though a knotted noose of scar tissue had been fitted through his skin using a knife. Over his sternum were gruesome burn marks over charred and melted muscle. In the center of it all, the grisly silhouette of a cross hacked was into his skin. As though he had been given a necklace of molten lead, and no choice but to cut it from himself. Despite this the man appeared neither in pain nor frail. He was a stone among the dunes of the desert, and he carried himself with a somber reverence. The man-creature shifted its plated hand from the two guards as their weapons lowered to their sides, moving now to point directly at Seraphiel. He mouth a word, and only then would it dawn on her that this man might not be able to speak at all. The phrase on his lips was hard to misread. It was clear he would have no misunderstanding. "I am not your enemy.You must follow me."There was almost a whisper of a voice behind his mouthing, but it was fleeting. To reinforce these ghost-words, the Reaper's extended hand turned palm up, and a strangely familiar light emanated from his palm. As projection that took shape, narrowed and curled into that of a sapling. A real and true plant stretched up from his hand; roots netting between his fingers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ,Creation - 40
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 8:40 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Nothing they said would cause her to be angry..to show the emotion they wanted..to kill her where she stood.
She did not think it was personal hate against her...against her kind, but because they are scared, worried...stressed...sadden by the fates they had to go through recently.
Wanting nothing more but to take the mans head and crush it between her fingers..she knew she had the strength to..but..she would let him live..for now.
He was beneath her, and the female the same..darkness played behind her eyes, but like most cases..women hid the darker emotions better.
Walking tall and proud, she sauntered through the two guards...stopping right in the middle of the two.
"So long" she murmured, lifting her wing on the males side just the slightest to have the slime from her hibernating state slide off and splash down his leg to his boot.
She walked past the two human guards, and past the scarred man who had the ability of creation..she was interested in what the man had to say, but for following sakes, she would walk up ahead..past the three and wait for the man to follow.
While doing this, she yanked a large blanket off of a walk by horse and draped it over her body..acting like a giant cloak and only showing below her knees. It would have to do for now.
Turning to her side..she watched and waited..continuing her steps slowly, waiting for him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:41 am
 The wind slowly begins to blow as Dominic hood keeps out the dust and sand blowing into his face. The village was old with no real sunlight it was a good place for his kind to go. He slowly enters the village as people begin to see people staring at his blood red attire. Dom slowly searches the village looking for someone to help him out but that was going to be very hard he guessed. Dominic slowly goes though his pocket and checks at the small locket in his pocket, opening it looking at him and his Rachel... He stopped and leaned against a building staring at it and closes it...
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:09 pm
The marked Reaper neither spoke nor reacted to the Fallen's advance in front of him, nor did he react to her state of appearance. As she moved past him, Kerrark raised both his armored hands and extended his palms towards her wings. A breezy warmth would wash over them, causing her feathers to bristle and split from one another as the slime was raked from her wings to the ground. Behind them the male guard had been seized by the female, who was strongly advising him to consider the consequences of firing his once again raised weapon. He lowered it, uttering a string of foreign curses and turning to storm around the corner. Kerrark moved ahead of the Fallen once she realized her wings had been groomed, and gestured for her to follow him after she'd wrapped herself in a blanket. His path took them to a tavern that appeared to have been converted into a temporary hospital, where a number of wounded and sickly looking individuals were being tended too at the tables below and the groans of the more gravely harmed could be heard echoing from above the stairs. "Sit."Was the indication he gave Seraphiel, at a table that was empty. Many of the patrons looked at her with fear and suspicion, and many more with awe, but they did not speak or whisper of her. Their duty was to aid the wounded, and they would not shirk it for gossip. Kerrark moved away from the table he gestured for Seraphiel to rest at, and approached the counter. After some discussion -Kerrark's words unheard amidst the others talk of lodging and attire- the proprietor vanished behind a door and returned with large white linen robes and a leather pair of sandals. Kerrark bowed his head and moved back to Seraphiel with the same reverent pace he held since her eyes first saw him. He found a seat across from her; setting the clothing at his side and leaving one hand atop the pile. His eyes watched her as his lips mouthed words, and his resting hand tapped a single finger atop the clothes. "These are for you. What are you doing here Fallen? Do you know where you are?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:20 pm
 Dominic snaps the locket shut as he spots a group of men take a women away, his eyes slowly follow them intil they were out of sight. That wasn't why he was here, he was here to train getting stronger. He slowly bounced off the wall putting the locket into his pocket and slowly starts to walk around the town once more. He finally comes up to some guards and looks at them from under his hood, His eyes barely showing as he spoke softly." Excuse me Sirs... may you please help find a place where I am get some form of training... " these men before him were guards so he had to watch himself
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:36 pm
Gerdane and his men wore somber looks as they entered Triwinds. Their travels with the Legion captives had been long, and the loss of several weapons had made their journey back to Andalusia more difficult... but Triwinds was in their path of travel, and offered hot food, drink and a chance to aide their kind that still suffered from the aftermath of the town's attack. As they walked, the smell of blood lingered everywhere. The streets were still stained brown with the caked liquid, and its metallic stink was a hard contrast to the dry aroma of sand and dust in the dunes. The night here was darker too; the cause of which was not entirely known but Gerdane had heard the rumors. All of them had. It was then, as they moved further into town that Gerdane caught the smell. The offending stench of undeath; the vile putrescence that had been shared with over a dozen "men" who ruled the Desert for a century. A stench that forced itself upon him as a child; one that mocked with such joy as his humanity had been taken from him; twisting his flesh into something it was not and cursing him for the rest of his life with the blood of their pets... "Vampire..." The warrior wilder had stopped in his tracks, as did the guards behind him. The wind brought the trail to him. Had he hair on his scarred and shaven head, it would be standing on end. Under the pall of twilight, he did not fight the change. It came as naturally as wishing murder on the men who took life from him. He took of sprinting, his bones cracking and flesh mutating even as he ran, forcing him into an inhuman lope as he was dropped to all fours. Skull fracturing; reshaping into a bestial canine snout. Fingers warping into man-like paws. The guards that traveled with him immediately began their pursuit, calling after him to stop as his hind legs snapped backwards into more primal joints. Their muscles propelled him from the ground onto the closest rooftop; paws ripping an irreverent path over the tiles as he bounded to another rooftop. He was changed now; his mind forgetting everything but the stink that demanded cleansing. He could see it now. A young man, dressed in red... just as they had been. "VAMPIRE!!!!!!" A voice neither human nor animal screamed into the night, shaking windows and walls with its howling timber. The man would only see the were-beast once it was airborne, streaking through the night air in a blur of orange, yellow and black. Claws smashing into the ground before the vampire and sending shockwaves out with force enough to shatter the windows behind the undead, and propel him from his feet. "VAMPIRE!!!!!!" Skills UsedDevastation D A smaller version of the berserkers rift, the warrior slams their fist into the ground, causing a shockwave to knock the enemy off their feet Were-Beast Transformation: Were-Jackal
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:38 pm
The guards before did not look pleased, but turned to address the man in red. Before they could, a cry split the night sky above them, and before the man and woman could react a hulking form slammed into the ground before them, blasting them from their feet and into the wall behind them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:43 pm
 Dominic eyes glance back in fear.... no.. no no! Damn Were-Beasts! He starts head to he ground as he shockwave hits him knocking him off his feet. Dom smacks the ground hard as the beast moves closer, he quickly rolls to his right side tries testing to his feet. Once of his feet, His eyes glow red as he sees the people screaming at him, drawing his massive blade he glares down at them. His hood hid his face enough to not show his fangs well ."I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY! Stop I didn't come here to fight!." He says trying to talk his way out of it. This wasn't going to go well so he had to play with his strengths.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:59 pm
((There is no way a Trainee rank character without skills can recover from a D Rank shockwave))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 1:13 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Eyes narrowing, lips wanting to curl and show pearly white teeth..she did not like how he was ordering her around. She let the guards do it, even listened to him and followed him into this enclosed building.
Her wings dry, and wanting to do nothing but open and be used..it was almost an ach, a muscle that needed to be stretched you could say.
This horse blanket did itch a bit..and did not suit her skin tone what so ever.
Bunching up her shoulders, she lifted her ands up and pushed it off of her to lay on the floor by her feet.
She stood stark naked as she picked up the white robes...no room for her wings. Troublesome.
Holding out her pointer finger , she used her nail to rip to slits into the back of the fabric..
Feeling as if it would be enough, she pulled the robes over her head and after a few moments of adjusting, she poked her wings through..extending them to get the feel of them after they had not moved in sometime.
Truly though..she would not feel for them until she flied about.
After, she picked up her shoes while she stood and put each one on each foot.
She remained standing, she did not trust this man. He was a stranger, she was weary..her already limited patience coming to a quick end.
"I do not know where iam...many of things have changed sense ive seen this..world last." she spoke softly, her voice low for a female, strong.
"Im here...because ive simply been awaken. " Answered she like it was a stupid question for him to ask.
Her posture shifted slightly, as her gaze was brought to the door.
She wanted to leave..to take to the skys..to answer to Pital..to find her.
But..that seemed hard to do, these people..she heard them praying to her. Her mind not wanting to ask the question..wanted to deny it. 'Could she be dead?'
Head hurting from that thought...worry, anger..all flashed before her eyes..her face an open book.
She turned her gaze from the door; her hopes of running quickly fleeting her, to the man sitting down..she wanted answers..she needed them before she left here.
((This is before all the chaos happened outside..my computer froze for about 10 min >_>)
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:39 pm
The Vampire's entreaty for peace fell on deaf ears. Ears that had heard only lies ever come from the mouth of a Vampire. Eyes that witnessed the Blood Barons in their robes of red drain the life of so many children, and that twisted him into what he was now out of simple amusement. The gravity of the situation would hit Dominic in full force in the form of a blood-curdling scream. No words, no peace. The sound itself would strike a fear the fledgling had never known in all his life, and an even more terrifying knowledge. There would be no parley. Frozen in the wake of the monstrosity's terrible cry, the Vampire would see the mutant Jackal's jaws snap open so wide they might be able to bite him in half. Around the corner stormed the plethora of tribesman that had accompanied the Were-Beast in the escort of the Legionaires, weapons brandished and feet rushing to the place of conflict. The guards struggled to rise to their feet, but knew all too well who the were-beast before them was and made no attempt to stop him. The Jackal bounded forward from its back legs, leaping through the air and closing the miniscule distance in a second. Its glistening fangs knew their target; framing the path intent to liberate Dominic of his sword arm. Skills Used:Chilling Howl/Roar C You use a howl like before, but with the added energy, you can use it to scare your opponent for two posts. This has a three post cool down before you use it again. Chomp B If your opponent becomes incapacitated, you are able to use this skill to make your teeth even more deadly. Thus if you manage to bite the opponent, you can take off their entire limb.
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