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 Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 8:29 pm
Lord Izaran prince romanov Lord Izaran selune dusk (be aware, Xune is still not afraid. do NOT decide my reactions!) good thing for her, her hair was so short she could slip right out of her captive's grasp. she let her batlike wings extend from her back and open up wide to put distance between her and her rude and delusional assailant. "leave me alone you worm! i'm busy looking for someone!" she shrieked with intense anger. this was a serious waste of her time! by the gods, CURSE that she could not teleport away! the petite winged less-than-half-drow girl attempted to look into this deranged thing's mind and find out what in the nine damned hells he was talking about.*attempting to hold her down, Izaran shouted* WHO! Why? Please...I need to find the employer of these bastards! ((i'm not switching over, because i'm talking to Angelitaxdexmuerto on this account.)) "i am looking for my Patron, Valthier Edonil'Barra. now let me go!" she screached now, and struggled, digging her claws into his arm.Is he someone of influence? If so take me with you, your eyes do not lie...*His voice trailed off as his grip on her neck and hair lessened and looking up he saw just what it was looking for...the spy* Damn him...*Izaran said as he quickly sheathed his knife into its scabbard and drew a small sword and a round shield from the backmount he wore. He then launched himself at the Drow and put his blade clean through the elf's gut, then he twisted and ripped it upward and the Drow screamed as his the blade tore through his collar bone and he fell, in two.* DIE! And pray no Necromancer dares raise your pitiful excuse for a corpse.* He then kicked the dead Drow's head and sheathed both his sword and shield. Izaran turned and looked at the Drow he had previously assaulted.* My apologies, your lucky not to be him...*he gave the head another good kick* I have been tracking him for months...but again I am sorry. Here.* he tossed a small leather pouch* Have this and...before I forget*Izaran walked over and placed his left hand on the woman's leg and the whole of his arm lined red with runes and after a brief moment he pulled his hand away and the disabling slash was gone* May we meet again....*The voice trailed as he turned into wisps of smoke and vanished, as did his horse.*
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:46 pm
*wandering through the streets Izaran found he was lost, so he found a street corner and sat down and pulled out a small book, a quill, and began to write*
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 5:53 pm
Athula The demoness had entered this world from a gateway her husband had made sometime ago. It was merely a haunting now, the place where she had came through. She vaguely remembered the owner's name of the house, Revian, if she recalled correctly.
The currious woman had stayed in this city a while, watching the elves in their habitat. They were indeed curious, for being mortals anyway. Her attention had been focused on a elf by the name of Seth, and had followed her back to the home of Derahel. The demoness had found entertainment here. It seemed the lady of the house was always busy, and her distress amused her.
But now she watched this scene unfold from her stony perch, the spaded end of her long black tail slapped the stone irritably as she continued to watch. She rarely interfered with mortals, but these creatures had caught her attention, and she couldn't resist. Especially the one called Valatar. Her eyes narrowed into the gloom as she watched him disappear. "Quite a show you can put on, not bad." She murmured to herself. "For a half-blood." His scent told her everything she needed to know.
Her crimson gaze lingered on the one he had called "matron". For a moment her eyes closed shut, and a thick fog seemed to manifest itself from no where, the thick tendrils curled high, brushing the ceiling and stretched to cover the length of the gate, obscuring the guards view. Her body then began to sink into the rock.
The mysterious fog wasn't nearly as thick near these people and her form reappeared outside of the gates, staring down this so called "army" that seemed to just gape at her. And as well they should! The demoness was an amazon compared to these drow. She stood at about six foot in height, not counting the horns that protruded from her skull and curved backwards. Her skin was a dark, dark brown, silky smooth to the touch, her facial features exotic and haughty. She had high cheek bones and a narrow nose, with thin lips. Her hair was a white wild mess, the long wavy locks tumbling over her slender shoulders. The woman was beautiful, but her presence was nothing but sinister. The woman's gaze never missed a single movement. She saw the elf reach for something, a weapon more than likely, and then place her hands by her side, she was also amused at the other woman's bravery, or more so foolishness?; taking a step closer to her.
Her smirk faded into a frown. "Mortals and your questions." She sighed a bit irritably. "Always questioning. Hmmmmmm, it would be rude I suppose." She spoke more to herself than to the woman. "I am Athura Sidonay, wife to Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, and Queen of Uoe."
Athura's eyes snapped on the man that was speaking to the elf woman. The one who led this "army". Her pupils narrowed to thin slits. "Don't you dare compare me to demons of this world, you know nothing of my kind you ignorant fool." She hissed angrily.
The queen leered down at the woman as she continued. "Why am I here? Simply to learn." She said, watching the electricity dance between her fingers. "My reason for helping is not personal. I just want to play." Athura purred into the woman's ear, now standing right behind her.
But then she was gone again, back in her spot before the elf could register what had just happened. "Still interested? You haven't asked what my conditions are." The same sinister smirk reappeared.
Athura remained quiet, letting the matron collect her thoughts. Her tail twitched by her bare feet as she waited patiently. The spaded end of her tail shot up and flexed, as if pointing in the man's direction, though her crimson orbs never left the matron's face.
"Your knowledge of the devil's of this world may be great indeed, but you know nothing of mine." She paused for a second, inhaling, trying to calm her rising ire. "Be cautious? I have nothing to fear of this woman, nor you. And I assume nothing. As it seems, your input is not needed, or cared for. So keep your mouth shut before I close it for you." She growled, already irritated with this man. Athura had always had a short temper, and always easily annoyed.
She left off with that warning to him, and if he wanted to keep things peaceful between them, he wouldn't speak again until she called for him.
Athura caught the look the woman gave her, and in response she narrowed her eyes, ready to answer the anticipated question. "My offer is.." She paused for a long moment, looking over at the soldiers. "I get to choose who goes, how many, aaaaaaannnnd..." Athura's crimson eyes flickered with an evil intent before she continued. "I get to have at least three hundred of these soldiers and use them for my own purposes." The demoness didn't miss the nasty glares the army gave her.
"I am not of this world, nor are my powers. I can create a portal, a portal that actually works. My powers and abilities are not affected by this "Faerzress" that I have heard about." She paused again, to let this new information sink in. "Though I cannot garauntee that everyone who passes through will make it out. They are taking a risk of being caught in the Hell's, or worse, Uoe. However, I will make sure that you matron, will be brought through unhindered." Athura's eyes held nothing but hellish glee at the thought of what the enchantress would do to those unforntunate souls. "I will have you know now, that I will not take part in your personal battle with the Lord of Au'Shinduago."
Athura's toes just barely touched the ground as she floated a little ways away from the matron, giving her room to think. Valatar's proud nature stood out, definently the better half of his heritage showing through. Athura did not know Valatar, but she did not consider him an enemy nor a friend, it would be his decision on how he deemed it. Should he ever meet the wife of Asmodeus, it would be wise on his part to be very careful what he chose to see her as.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:19 pm
Chalthara didn't like the demoness at all. However, she was not quite as eager to show her opposition to accepting the being's help as was Izaran. During the course of the conversation between the Matron, her teacher, and the newcomer the student's face remained composed, like smooth black stone. There were many things about the demoness that unsettled her, but she chose to keep them within her mind for now. It would be improper to speak while an offer hung in the balance.
Even if Chalthara didn't appreciate the terms of Athura's bargain, the wife of Asmodeus and her otherworldly powers would be useful to the cause of Eclavice and Izaran nonetheless. With a demoness on their side, defeating Val'atar and his forces would be a much easier task.
"Master Izaran; even if we were to gain entrance to the city, would we be faced with a larger force than our own? It is uncertain whether the people of Au Shinduago truly lie in wait, combat ready, for our 'invasion.' Perhaps more precautions should be taken..." Chalthara spoke in a low voice to her teacher, seeming almost nervous again. The mustered might of the entire city would surely crush any that attempted entrance. If Izaran and Eclavice's forces made it into the city, did they have a plan of action or a way to hide?
((Repeat from House Derahel Board.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 8:33 pm
The thundering hooves of the great fiery Nightmare steed sparked upon the stone street as she raced toward the great towering gate. Erelala had heard the call to arms that Val'atar had broadcast throughout the city to all houses, the thought of new experiences and fresh victims bringing her a renewed sense of excitement. When she heard the call, Erelala had been engaged in the somewhat enjoyable pleasure of torturing a summoned imp, however this developing situation promised new enemies upon which she could use her innate abilities.
Erelala's Nightmare whinnied a roar as it sensed it's mistress's excitement. Onward it raced till at last it reached the massive stone walls and gate, where it slowed to a canter as they both looked upon the arrayed army, the center of which was the shadow guards, each of whom were armored and decked out in full colors of war. Noticing her arrival, a Sergent within the Shadow guards moves to direct her up along one of the walls, making the lower ranked soldiers move so that she might look out over the walls to see where the mages were working their magic upon the dense fog that blanketed the ground.
Erelala's clothing was far different than her normal attire, dressed to flaunt her delectable body with barely enough cloth and leather to be called an outfit at all. She watched the theatrics with ever growing interest as the dramatic play unfolded beyond. All around her, the males and even the female soldiers murmured and whispered to one another about her, she could feel their eyes upon her form but paid no attention to it really as it mattered little to her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 8:59 pm
((Just to clear up for anyone, Mr. and Mrs. Druugiir's Shadow Guards =/= MY Shadow Guard. Mine are usually just "the SG" or "the SGC" and are a bunch of drow Vhaeraunites. Theirs are actual shades if I'm not mistaken. XD))
*Edit by Val'atar- (She is correct, the Shadow guards are infact demonic shadow creatures that have been brought over slowly through the years by Val'atar from the Abyss. They are not 'The Shadow Guard' which is a mercenary group run by Kal'daka.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:08 am
Valatar Druugiir -The General of the Shadow guards stood atop the highest parapet, overlooking the scene laid out below. To his left and right, magical shimmering walls of force ran from the stonework upwards to the ceiling to prevent egress into the city by merely flying over the walls. Below him, a strange fog gathered and enshrouded the battlefield.. obscuring the vision of the defenders. Turning to the side, he gestures to a waiting soldier and sends an order to have the mages dispel the the fog. The messenger bows and then hurries to carry the word along the walls. Soon after, the mages combine their efforts and cast Dispel towards the fog below.. a massive wave of nullifying magic that affects anything in its path as it flows out from the walls. Those below who carry magical weapons and enchantments would have a chance of finding them gone as the wave passed by- ((dude, not to be prude, but THAT is serious God-modding.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:09 am
(Pfht. Look who's talking. rolleyes And can I please ask you all not to quote RP posts? It's eating up space. I think we can all figure out who you're replying to. If you have ambiguity in your words on that matter, state the recipient OOC.
EDIT: Also, it says "Have a chance", not that they were gone indefinitely. Read. )
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:12 am
Teh Grammar Police Chalthara didn't like the demoness at all. However, she was not quite as eager to show her opposition to accepting the being's help as was Izaran. During the course of the conversation between the Matron, her teacher, and the newcomer the student's face remained composed, like smooth black stone. There were many things about the demoness that unsettled her, but she chose to keep them within her mind for now. It would be improper to speak while an offer hung in the balance. Even if Chalthara didn't appreciate the terms of Athura's bargain, the wife of Asmodeus and her otherworldly powers would be useful to the cause of Eclavice and Izaran nonetheless. With a demoness on their side, defeating Val'atar and his forces would be a much easier task. "Master Izaran; even if we were to gain entrance to the city, would we be faced with a larger force than our own? It is uncertain whether the people of Au Shinduago truly lie in wait, combat ready, for our 'invasion.' Perhaps more precautions should be taken..." Chalthara spoke in a low voice to her teacher, seeming almost nervous again. The mustered might of the entire city would surely crush any that attempted entrance. If Izaran and Eclavice's forces made it into the city, did they have a plan of action or a way to hide? ((Repeat from House Derahel Board.)) You misjudge my motives young one, I have no desire to utilize my forces for this kind of mess. However, once the Matron accepts this as a dowry for her daughter, they are hers to control...and that is a different matter.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:14 am
Serethiel Maerukai (Pfht. Look who's talking. rolleyes And can I please ask you all not to quote RP posts? It's eating up space. I think we can all figure out who you're replying to. If you have ambiguity in your words on that matter, state the recipient OOC. ) ((not listening, save for the posting part))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:20 am
(If you're asked not to godmode, which you have been, I'd suggest you listen. Vala's been called out for it too. If you have a problem with being asked to follow rules, make your own guild.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:29 am
A small spider scuttled upon the stone floor of the cavern nearby Eclavice and those accompanying her. It paused, eight tiny obsidian-like eyes peering upward alternatively at the matron and then Athula as it's tiny flexing mandibles glistened with venomous hunger.
Though the arachnid was black and small as a thimble, no drow with unhindered senses would fail to notice it. Nor would Athula, given her infernal awareness.
Deep in the unfathomable chaos of the abyss, the goddess Lolth smiled darkly from the center of her demon web.
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