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The Amazing Flying Circus
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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:20 pm
((I have a bit of an idea...))
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:27 pm
((They are right next to a forest. That's all I request.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:28 pm
((All mountains are surrounded by sparse forestry. Except up north, where it's cold.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:04 pm
((To anyone who hasn't noticed by now... Raedou is a very depressing person. xd ))
Raedou groaned in displeasure, and then sank to his knees, examining the axel where the wheel would have been, if not for those flying, thieving Horde beasts. He then turned to Jaeto.
"We will need wood." he simply stated, "Are you capable of locating a dead tree, my young friend?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:13 pm
Jaeto glanced around. The forest was not far away, and the terrain was no longer desert, but rocky wilderness. The only apparent path would take them all the way to Eopia, if around perilous and steep cliffs in the process. But they would need rest, it was true.
"Yeah," Jaeto answered. He honestly felt guilty, but what was one soldier supposed to do against one and possibly more magicians?
((Btw, that picture I colored >> you can still draw it yourself, you know, in case you're OCD like me and can't have a picture of inferior quality.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:28 pm
"Please do so." requested the Ganzi. He was still a bit angry by the demon's apparently misunderstood question, but was calming down quickly.
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Tida sneezed again and wiped her nose.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:30 pm
((Um. Where is Tida? Who's she with? What about Elmire? They're on a boat with the green-haired Korubin native, last I read.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:19 pm
((Tida is with Ephlas and co., wherever the hell they are. She's kind of just tagging along.))
((As for the Duke...))
The boat ran smoothly along the waters toward the Korubin Isles. Elmire watched the island get closer and closer to them, not sleeping a wink. He was thinking about the Grand Bishop. Could he really be here?
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Meanwhile, things were quiet at the Favraes castle. Dukort stormed through the doors into the main hall, stomping forward , the heavy metal banging loudly as it hit the floor with each step. He looked closely... and saw Ibijias sitting in Elmire's throne, playing with some sort of orb... The Master General was outraged.
"Royal Marquis!" he roared, "How dare you defile the Duke's thro-"
"SEIZE HIM!!!"
At that second, Dukort was surrounded by soldiers, each one pointing his weapon at the Master General.
"Stand down, soldiers!" growled Dukort.
No answer.
"I said stand down, soldiers! That's a direct order!"
Still no answer.
These soldiers were... different. They wore the standard armor of Favraes soldiers, but their faces lacked even the smallest sign of expression. And each one seemed to have a small red mark under their right eye... each and every one. Branded soldiers? What could this mean?
Ibijias stood up from the throne and threw back his head in laughter.
"Ibi... Ibijias...!!!" snarled Dukort, "What is... What is the meaning of this?!"
The Royal Marquis stopped laughing and walked slowly towards the Master General.
"It is simple, Dukort." he replied, "We are taking control. This castle will belong to our master soon, and the world with it, once his final plans are executed."
"What do you mean?!" he yelled, "The Duke of Elmire is our master! You... You serve the north! You are a Baeltan spy!"
Ibijias laughed again.
"Please, Master General." he sighed, "We have sources working against them as well. Soon they will fall, as will this nation."
"I... I don't understand!"
"I didn't expect someone like you to understand." cackled Ibijias, "Our clan has been secluded from the world for too long. We thirst revenge, and the world. Soon, judgment will be given to Mythicaa, followed by order and prosperity under the guidance of the Crimsons."
Dukort's eyes widened, and Ibijias removed his helmet. Under the armored mask was a fair young man, no older than 20, with shining yellow eyes. His skin was tinted an unnatural reddish-pink, and his long, braided hair was snow-white with a mix of creme.
Dukort was speechless.
"You..." he stammered, "You, and... him! You two are conspirators! You seek to rot us from the inside!"
Ibijias groaned.
"Finally, you catch on." he sighed, "You're quite the stupid man, did you know that? Anyhow, 'rot' is such a disgusting word... 'erode' sounds so much nicer."
"Rrr... You... heathen." snarled Dukort, "You will not get away with this... The Duke will investigate me death-"
"The Duke will have no idea." said the Marquis, "Like you, the man is very weak-minded... The Master General's untimely death will be blamed on a stray bolt to the chest... crossbows are so unreliable."
Dukort roared and lunged toward Ibijias, his fist held outward, and then he was on the floor, his back to the wall. Ibijias chuckled as he tossed the orb up and down, up and down, catching it each time.
"You are a skilled fighter." he cooed, "We would have gladly accepted you into our ranks... but I am afraid you've heard too much."
He walked over to the injured knight, the orb swirling in his hand. He drew his weapon; a thin and sleek saber colored blue and gold.
"Goodbye, Master General." he gasped, "This brings me... so much pleasure. You have no idea."
"Urgh... Who else... is in on it, Ibijias...?" grunted Dukort, trying to stand and defend himself, but weakened by the blast and weighted down by his heavy armor.
The Royal Marquis smiled, kneeled down so his face was level with that of Dukort.
"I will tell you..." he rasped into the injured man's ear, and then told him everything. Dukort was dumbstruck and overwhelmed with fear.
Minutes later, the Master General was dead, pierced in the heart by what would be explained as a stray crossbow bolt flying across the battlefield, striking him and causing his untimely death.
Ibijias put his helmet back on and went back to his business, satisfied of what he had done...
Soon, the final plan would be underway.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:30 pm
((WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT?!!))
((No, just kidding. xD))
Helenne, and the odd, green-haired native of the island which they were visiting, Remedius, watched the Duke with mixed feelings. He was an unlikely ally, and Helenne trusted him no farther than she could throw... air.
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The coup d'tat went off without a problem, although most Favraens were unaware of it. Elmire himself did not even know....
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:49 pm
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:51 pm
Jaeto followed the path Farfarello had taken into the forest, searching for a suitable tree. It dawned on Jaeto to think about how Perrault had perished doing this very thing... wandered out with, Farfarello, of all people. Jaeto thought this might be a good time to actually talk to the demon. There was a first time for everything.
"Hey, Far," Jaeto called, "you O.K? I'm sure Catastro Raedou wasn't really himself right now. He might not show it... but I think he's really sad inside, right now. Try not to blame him for it, O.K?"
Then Jaeto tripped over a tree root.
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Myrrelda suddenly disappeared. When Perrault looked around wildly, he would finally be able to glance down and realize that a hole had opened in the center of the floor. When he glanced down through this hole, he would be REALLY surprised to see... a slide. And Myrrelda, having the time of her life, spinning down in a spiral fashion on said slide. It seemed to be made of light, and was smooth to the touch. It span in a spiral fashion all the way down... thousands of feet down. And Myrrelda did not seem like she would care to fly all the way up again.
((I typed Catastro without realizing it... xd ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:51 pm
((I've done it xd A lot of times I type in "Farfarello" instead of "Kit" or someone else.))
((On a side note, wouldn't it be strange if Jaeto disappeared while Far returned on this venture? Odd stuff...))
This is the guard of the princess? Farfarello wondered, as Jaeto tripped. To him, this meant that it would be easier to get to Calisto than he thought, though still not a walk in the park. "No," Farfarello said, "I don't blame him. I suppose what I said could have been taken in the wrong way," he stumbled a bit over a loose tree root, regained his equilibrium and continued, "but I've already looked for something today..." he grumbled, more to himself than to Jaeto.
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:01 pm
"So," Jaeto said, possessing absolutely no common sense, it seemed, "would you tell me about you? When my old friend Mr. Grumpy shows up with a demon at his side, it's a bit surprising. Not that there's anything wrong with you," the knight added hastily. "I'm just curious."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:06 pm
((By the way, my hand sketch (one out of many I recently drew) is in the arena. Vote for me, K? Arena Page))
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:07 pm
Farfarello stopped, looked halfway back and swished his tail. Well, this was strange; no one had ever asked him about him out of the blue before. Except for that alchemist who'd severed his ties with the sorcerer, but he was crazy; anyone could tell.
Farfarello replied, "I'd be surprised if one in a thousand mortals ever sees a demon in their lives, so surprise is understandable." Farfarello thought about something to say about himself. According to him, there really wasn't much to tell. "Well... I'm Lieutenant of Legion 66 back home..." He tried to come up with something that one mortal would say to another.
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