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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 2:12 pm
The illusion dispersed as the real Azreal formed in its place." That is correct." He smiled calmly as his royal purple eyes flared suddenly. "And business is always pleasant conversation for me." The silver haired Achanti's lean frame shifted slightly as he turned to face the man completely. "May I ask who you are and what this proposition is?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:02 pm
Keto entered the Tavern rather easily as the massive doors swung open on their own accord. He grunted and walked up to the throne that Seraph said he could choose. Once he seated himself he slumped down, bored. He wanted to speak to Soddus and find out what they would do about certain things concerning people they knew.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:40 pm
Two cloaked figures moved through the edge of the forest and was walking towards the big heavy doors, looking for a new home. They had heard this was a sanctuary for every race to be safe.
This is what they desperately needed.
On the broken cobblestones leading up to the door make a clicking sound as a wooden staff repeatedly struck the ground, guiding the blind boy as he walked, his sister close by, looking around desperately, making sure there was no danger.
One figure pulled back her hood, reveling a a girl with long black hair and a thin face, her red lips were pulled into a worried grimace, eyebrows knitted together, she gave forth an agitated aura, wanting nothing more then to be left alone, but the other figure was humming....
"Oh be quiet Isach, your making this more difficult then necessary," she spoke, her voiced slightly irritated. He gave a chuckle but didn't bother to stop," your too much of a worrywart Sandra" he said, speaking softly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 11:36 am
"Certainly," Incinerator responded with a fluid bow, hair flowing to frame his face like a living curtain, eyes shining with a dark light. "I cannot help but notice a glaring lack in human leadership throughout these fine lands.
I am but a humble joker in the court of kings, but surely my place is more noble than that of a false king.
I have sought out a pleasing location for my own little den of sin, a place befitting such creatures of the flesh. However, the terrain below ground can be put to little use, as the human body is limited in that which it may withstand. I have heard no rumor as to the location of the pending demonic haven, and I come merely to offer my services. That is, in terms of an interesting place of dwelling for you and your people."
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 4:37 pm
Walking from the hallway Adamaeis shuffled into the tavern, he had a bored expression on his face as he wondered how his home was faring. He hadn't been there since the crew of Sibil stole his silverwood canes leaving with nearly a trillion dollars worth of weaponry. With a soft she he looked around, seeing if there was anyone of note in the Haven. Smirking slightly as he saw the joker from the human kingdom, his expression turned serious as his eyes fell on Azreal. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't curious about what they were talking about, yet it mattered little to him. Jonting over to the bar he lazily seated himself, leaning against the wooden counter.
One thing was for certain, he would return to Tel Hai soon. He just wasn't sure if he was traveling alone.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 5:42 pm
Lilith had been given directions by her mistress and she was certain she had arrived in the appropriate location...the Abysmal Haven. A dark portal opened outside in the shadows, the darkness seemed to swirl and reflect the light in an eerie way as if a vial of ink had been spilled in a candle lit room. There was no definite shape to it, it changed and adapted to the ever evolving shadows. Lilith quickly dashed out of it, her long blonde hair being pushed from her face at the sudden gust of wind. She was as silent as death and she touched gently upon the earth. Her demented wings flowed with the gentle breeze, the air held a scent of cherry blossoms. She showed no sign of enjoyment from the pleasant aroma.
Lilith quietly moved to the entrance of the tavern. Her mistress had told her of the entrance and it's intricate designs carved into the wood depicting ancient creatures. She took a moment to show her respect for the forgotten dragons as she opened the door, entering the beautiful gathering room. She noticed the bar and it's patrons, most of which seemed questionable in appearance. She said nothing as she took a seat and ordered a glass of blood, hoping they had it but she could see no reason why they wouldn't cater to all races. She was given a small glass and she sipped it gingerly, gazing about the room for the person she was ordered to find. Lilith had been given strict instructions to meet with Soddus Forsworn or his bride, the care taker of this castle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:12 am
Natania mindlessly walked toward the large gates, following the strange aura emitting by what it held inside. She glanced up and finally took into acknowledgement that she had entered through a castle's gate. Her black case swung slightly back and forth as she entered these ancient ruins. Natania suddenly stopped and turned her gaze toward the tavern. She looked back at the castle before her feet turned and made its way toward the large, red doors of a place she could rest at. Before making her way inside, her eyes slightly perked up, observing the carvings on the door. She took into account the details that were put into making it. Everything seemed old and historical, but there was no need for someone to point out the obvious to her that this was no ordinary castle. "Is this... the rumored Haven?" Natania muttered to herself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:49 am
Seeing no one of incredible interest Adamaeis stood from his seat at the bar with a lazy sigh. He streched as though he were tired, but in reality he was simply bored. He had been in the realm of reality for a few weeks since his last venture home, he missed the warmth and vibrant colors of Tel Hai. More than most things though, he missed the luster of his workshop which doubled as his home.
After a moment he took his cane and tucked it under his arm like a proper gentleman. Fidigiting with his top hat as if were about to embark on a long journey Adamaeis walked towards the broom closet of the Tavern. Opening the door of the closet revealed the large circular frame of what most would imagine to be a gate of some kind, upon further inspection one would realize that the gate was far too large to fit in the closet, with mild confusion one could speculate how the gate had been put there. The center of the gate was guarded by a metal shield, at the center was a strange kind of shape; an indentation that one might guess an object tk be place in. Adamaeis jostled a necklace from around his neck, on it was a onyx lithos cut into the shape of the forsworn family crest. Taking it in his hand he placed the key inside the lock and turned it counter clockwise a few times.
This activated the gate which caused the metal shield to retract into the frame like an iris of a great eye. Normally this to Adamaeis this would reveal his workshop as if the gate were a large glass window, this time however the finish was like that of a mirror. It was perfectly still, and if one didn't know what they were looking at they would guess it be be a grand mirror. Adamaeis drew close to the gate, lifting the patch from his eye he examined it with a curious expression. He reached to touch the mirror but as he did it faded to the darkness of a poorly lit room, this could only have meant one thing. Someone had moved the portal in Tel Hai, it was no longer in his workshop.
With a cautious expression he ventured forth into the portal, gripping his silverwood cane he walked through the portal and the iris closed behind him.
(if you are curious as to what is going to happen, the story arch will continue in the surface below thread int the eldest realm subform.)
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:09 pm
The doors of the Abysmal Haven burst open, before the castle itself could open them, as Soddus Forsworn made his entrance. The Lord of the Astral Dragons was in high spirits as he returned to his home. "I have found it!" Soddus announced to the whole of the Haven, his normally crimson eyes a piercing gold because of how excited he was. "I have found Bahamut's Mount!" Soddus cried out nearly in hysterics.
Soddus ran to the Forsworn table in the middle of the Haven, leaping upon the table he smiled at his friends. They had no idea what this meant to Soddus. Bahamut's Mount had been lost to the Astral Dragon race after Bahamut himself vanished. Now the Imperial Palace of the Astral Dragons on the mortal realm had been found once again.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:14 pm
"Bloody Hell!" Keto yelled. Sure his Uncle had great news, but his shouting woke him from a deep sleep. He grumbled slightly then looked at Soddus and clapped, not sarcastically in any manner. "I am happy you have found the place where all Dragons can live, but I have a certain Dragon that needs her wings clipped for her rash nature." A migraine had set in upon the half giants head. He started to rub his temples to try and relieve some of the pressure and growled in slight annoyance at the thumping and brain crushing pressure.
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:30 pm
Hearing his nephew Keto Soddus could not help but smile. "And what dragon would that be?" Soddus asked, his eyes slowly bleeding back to crimson as he calmed down. Soddus wondered what dragon would be foolish enough to mess with one of the Forsworn Family, let alone Keto.
Soddus noted that Keto had begun to rub his head, leaping from the table and preforming a impressive flip midair that allowed him to land behind the bar. Grabbing a flask of dragons ale Soddus vaulted over the bar and made his way to the thrones and his nephew.
"Here you are, dragons ale, the Astral Dragon cure all." Soddus set the flask on the arm of Keto's throne before taking a seat in the throne next to him. It was not the throne Soddus normally used but to speak with his good friend and nephew he would sit where he wished.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:35 pm
Natania had heard someone running closer to her as she glanced back. Her eyes widened a bit as she stepped out of the way, watching a tall man in a red armor and cape dash inside. She could hear his cries of excitement over something, along with distinctively hearing another male's voice reply in exclamation. The door remained open for a few more second as she slid her way in before the doors closed on her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:51 pm
"Sora is what she goes by my dear Uncle." He said with a slight chuckle, seeing Soddus flip around and grab the flask, thus went it was set on the arm of his own Throne. "Thank you." He added as he took the flask in his right hand, then took the cap off with the left. Lifting the flask to his lips he took a gulp or two and sighed a sigh of relief. His headache dissipated and Keto knew why he drank the stuff now. Relaxing slightly he looked over at Soddus, his dull crimson eyes looking slightly lively now that he was cured of his headache. "So you found the Dragons safe haven huh?" He inquired with a soft smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:21 pm
" I do not know that dragon, there however are many dragons that still think they are above the laws set by the Astral Dragon Lords." Soddus said smirking at Keto. "It is not just that my dear nephew, there is a tower on Bahamut's Mount known as Bahamut's Tower. Bahamut's Tower is said to be the birth place of the mortal draconic races. It is the Imperial Palace of the Astral Dragons here on the mortal realm. It has been lost since the first Astral Dragon Lord Bahamut himself vanished." Soddus could not help the smile that spread across his face as he talked about his ancestor and the Astral Dragon Imperial Palace.
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Nathaniel Arkchion Vice Captain
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