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 Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:02 pm
 DevrinGoldheart
Class: Mechanist | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 11/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Yuran Soldier UniformA dozen small object flew towards the large group of Orcs as they groped the air. The objects managed to get in between some of the Orcs. Then in an instant a chain of explosions went off. The Orcs had no defense against this as they were caught in an illusion and they didn't have the knowledge to have any hope as it was. Devrin made his way from the spot he was hiding in and surveyed the gory mess. Orc bits were all over the place and some managed to survive but were still under Greeds power. They were mortally wounded but only cared for what the illusion supplied. He took pity on them and pulled out his pistol, quickly ending there suffering. He sighed as he shook his head "I am going to have to flush the caves around the mountain of these creatures" he said to himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:30 pm
~☼Pix Ban☼~
Captain of Protanitem: Prismatic Opal of Clarity; (allows the owner to see truly, discern truth from lie, and even know if someone isn't who they appear to be. Can be useful if currently hunting Sins or against Shapeshifters. If in 15 feet of the Prismatic Opal of Deception, both stones will not work until they are farther apart again.)Weapons: A dagger and shotgun.   ThemeRed...
A color you can't get from blending any other color.
It stands alone, like a naked flame. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
After a easy manicured of guns but also explosion she didn't know they had, Pix looked furthered on the distant from the sound of the pistol. Out in the rocky field of the cliff was a Draconian stood out in the open and finishing off those still breathing one by one... Devrin.
Pix took out the visor and put it on. With a push of the button, she talk through it. "Kinda wish you told me you had those ahead of time." She speak through the radio to Devrin, giving him a surprise that she is still alive. Would of been great to use those against that incubus she was facing.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ A little tint of red will turn other colors warmer.
But when red meets red...
you'll only get a bloody mess.Battle ThemeRank: Expert pool: 1950 Sp/Str: 5/5
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:29 pm
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Pagan
• Class: Dragoon
• currently equipped: full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture)
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Greatsword, Spear (Same Spear in the picture)
 Deadly
Exalted
Merciless?  As the two finished off killing the orcs, a man could be seen riding a large, reptilian creature in the distance, the creature closing the gap extremely fast as it took long bounds, not quite able to fly yet. Still, the bear sized dragon could be seen bounding across the ground at a quick speed, the pagan riging on it's back. The dark crimson and silver scaled dragon reached the two of them and the beast skidded to a halt directly in front of Pix and Devrin. He held his head high, the sun blazing around his head and giving him a golden nimbus of light against his figure. The wind made bound dreadlocks sway slightly as his light hazel irises would fall upon Pix and Devrin. He had this commanding sort of aura, even for somebody of such a low rank. Like he was more than a simple dragon tamer. "Long time no see. Pix, or Devrin. Either one of you. I need a rank up test. I know this is sudden, but I need to grow in power if i'm to be of any use to the city. A novice can't do much to protect us, regardless of my divinity or not. Let me prove i'm stronger than a novice. Give me a beast to slay, multiple beasts if you think I really need to kill that many to prove my strength." he stated, before his voice lowered so that only pix would be able to hear. "I don't want to be ruled by a Tyrant. If you all help me rise to my true potential, I will help you pry Pronta from Aramil's grasp."The Pagan offered, his deep and accented voice asking for a rank up test. The war god was never one to beat around the bush, even in unfamiliar waters. The man was quite confident in his abilities, especially with a dragon at his side. He hoped they would accept his request. Adept rank wasn't much, but hey you gotta start climbing the ladder somewhere right? battle theme • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 550/550 "Some see the blade as an extension of their body... My blade is an extension of my will. And my will is for you to die." 
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:45 pm
~☼Pix Ban☼~
Captain of Protanitem: Prismatic Opal of Clarity; (allows the owner to see truly, discern truth from lie, and even know if someone isn't who they appear to be. Can be useful if currently hunting Sins or against Shapeshifters. If in 15 feet of the Prismatic Opal of Deception, both stones will not work until they are farther apart again.)Weapons: A dagger and shotgun. ThemeRed...
A color you can't get from blending any other color.
It stands alone, like a naked flame. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Pix turn over to Tiranus, from the looks of things he got himself a new pet. She didn't pay no mind to his entrants or his request to rank up. The mentioning of Amaril douse boil her anger but she quickly shrug it off. "Can't be help... Why not help out with the Orc problem? Most of them are killed here, though there should be still more hiding in the caves. Might as well clear them out before they gather more muscle to give a second attempt." She briefly said to him, giving him that job.
She pull away from the edge and turn her body back inside the city. "Tell Devrin to meet me at the palace. I need to speak to him." She would like to tell him herself but she got no time. "Guards, clean up this mess." She gave out the orders, with a salute given to her, Pix climbed down the gate and walked casually back in the city. There's one stop she want to go before heading to the palace.
[Exit]
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But when red meets red...
you'll only get a bloody mess.Battle ThemeRank: Expert pool: 1950 Sp/Str: 5/5
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:50 am
DevrinGoldheart
Class: Mechanist | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 11/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Seratic Armor and Eridus Helmet MK I A name popped up on his visor. One he never thought he would ever see again. Then the voice of a ghost came over the radio 'Kinda wish you told me you had those ahead of time.' It took him a bit to realize that the voice was living, not dead. He look to the walls of his city and there stood Pix. He fell to his knees in shock, metal clanking on the ground. He was only snapped out of his stupor by the wing beats of a dragon. He quickly stood bringing Hammer to the ready. He zoomed in on the dragon, he noticed someone on it's back 'how odd most dragons are too prideful to allow someone to use them like a steed' he thought. He zoomed in more and identified the rider as Tiranus. He lowered his rifle and Tiranus landed. He listened as he spoke "I fancy no ideas of allowing the Sea to rule the Sky" with a minor growl. He listened again as Pix gave him a quest "you may be strong but I want to know just what you are" he insisted upon the Pagan.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:14 am
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Pagan
• Class: Dragoon
• currently equipped: full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture)
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Greatsword, Spear (Same Spear in the picture)
Deadly
Exalted
Merciless? As Pix gave him a quest, Tiranus nodded solemnly, silent. This time it was the dragon, Vexion that spoke, and not Tiranus. "It shall be done. Tiranus and I can handle your small 'orc problem'." He said simply as Pix walked away, the pagan smiling to himself slightly as the dragon accepted the quest for him. As Devrin began talking about the sea and skies, Tiranus nodded in affirmation, his caramel eyes in agreement with the draconian's statement. They must be... punished for trying to take over my nation. He spoke telepathically to Vexion. The dragon exhaled through it's nostrils, a thick plume of smoke escaping from it's nose and wafting toward's Devrin, who wasn't that far from the pair. Vexion then replied to his masters angered thoughts. And We will punish them, just wait. To try so now would be foolish, and you know so. Soon, Aramil will see just how grave their mistake was. We shall put an end to this childish nonsense my friend. As the draconian asked Tiranus what he was, the war god grew silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Could he trust this draconian? There were some that saw Tiranus's very existence as a blasphemy, and would stop at nothing to see the blasphemy wiped clean. However, Devrin seemed like a level headed sort of person, so after a moment of debate, Tiranus spoke. "I am Tiranus, the Pagan God of War." He stated simply yet extremely regally, and as if on cue a flash of lightning illuminated his dark skinned chiseled features, followed by a clap of thunder strong enough to almost literally make the mountain top shake. "By the way, I heard you were king. I know not how this event came to be, but you have my congratulations. Do you have any more questions for me, Devrin? Or shall me and my new companion go make those Orcs regret ever crawling out of a fetus? I think Vexion grows... hungry." The pagan asked, his hands still lightly grasping a couple of ridges on the scales of Vexion's magnificent body. As if on cue, the bear sized dragon licked it's chops in a savory fashion. The Dragon and Dragoon both staredat the Draconian, a pair of chazel colored eyes and a pair of silvery eyes both centered upon the king. In all honesty, Tiranus wondered if Devrin would even believe him. There were stories of Tiranus written in history... but as a powerful and nearly indestructable entity of war, not some simple overpowered novice trying to prove himself. But hey, once you've fallen from the top it's a long climb back up, as the pagan was quickly finding out. battle theme Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 550/550
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 7/8 "Some see the blade as an extension of their body... My blade is an extension of my will. And my will is for you to die."
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:25 pm
DevrinGoldheart
Class: Mechanist | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 11/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Seratic Armor and Eridus Helmet MK I With an eyebrow raised Devrin listened to the man call himself a God. Devrin knew this guy had to be strong for a Dragon to allow him to ride. "What ever you may be I still know not your profession" he said plainly as the man only said his name a race. Then his next question only made him shake his head "I will tell you later" he answered
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 5:28 pm
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Pagan
• Class: Dragoon
• currently equipped: full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture)
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Greatsword, Spear (Same Spear in the picture)
Deadly
Exalted
Merciless? As the man asked him his class, the pagan merely shrugged. "I am dragon slayer turned dragon rider. A dragoon, if you will. We specialize in synchronized combat with a dragon partner. However, Vexion can't fly yet, so we need to get a higher rank so he can fly." He explained, hazel brown eyes centered upon the Draconian as he did so.As the man said I will tell you later, the Pagan's light brown eyes narrowed. "Do you require anything before me and my friend here depart?" Vexion inquired this time, the pafan silent, but the dragon was curious for once. His voice was low and rumbling, and made the mountain top rumble slightly. He wanted to go slay the orcs already, but for now... for now that particular gory objective would have to wait. battle theme Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 550/550
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 7/8
• Vexion's energy: 900/900 "Some see the blade as an extension of their body... My blade is an extension of my will. And my will is for you to die."
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 8:55 pm
 DervinGoldheart
Class: Mechanist | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 11/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Seratic Armor and Eridus Helmet MK I 'Dragoon ahy?' He thought to himself "you may become an interesting soldier indeed" he said to him. He thought for a moment "to wage war we need materials and with your pressence we may just yet get everything we need" he said. He walked toward Tiranus as he fished in a pouch and pulled out some documents "this is documents to set up trade" he said holding them up to Tiranus "I am sorry but this is a important but small mission, head to the sea trading port and commission a shipment of ore for weapons and armor." He said.
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 9:14 pm
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Pagan
• Class: Dragoon
• currently equipped: full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture)
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Spear, Greatsword (Same greatsword in picture)
Deadly
Exalted
Merciless? As the man held up a few documents for Tiranus to grab, the Pagan God would raise an eyebrow. He would extend a dragonbone covered hand, wrapping his fingers around the paper and taking it from the king. Looking it over, Tiranus quickly folded it up and placed it inside a small crook in his helmet, as he had no current pockets on his armor. Vexion, would you like to deliver the message while I slaughter the orcs? Or would you like to go slaughter them instead? I don't think it takes two of us to deliver a message do you? He asked his dragon mentally, trying to be efficient on time. He heard the dragon chuckle inside of his head before it responded. Patience my friend, Rome was not built in a day. While it only takes one person to deliver a message, I think it would be best if we cleared out the orc's together. While you may be confident in your abilities, let us not take unnecessary risks. He said telepathically to Tiranus, who snorted, crossing his arms before replying. "I am a war god Vexion? What risk am I taking by slaughtering a den filled with a few feeble orcs? I could handle myself before I met you, and I think I can still manage. He thought to the dragon, but apparently the beast had made it's mind up... for the both of them. "We will see your message delivered, Devrin. Is there anybody in particular we speak to at the port?" It spoke in a deep, rumbling voice. Vexion was wise, and saw the importance of missions such as these... Tiranus however, well he was the god of war, a god not well known for patience. Or reason. Battle Theme - Invincible Theme Song - Heart of Courage Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 550/550
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 7/8
• Vexion's energy: 900/900 "Some see the blade as an extension of their body... My blade is an extension of my will. And my will is for you to die." 
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 12:11 am
DervinGoldheart
Class: Mechanist | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 11/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Seratic Armor and Eridus Helmet MK I Devrin inclined his head in respect to Vexion "thank you, you seem to be less aggressive than a lot of other" for a little effect Devrin reached up and released the clasps that locked his helmet in place with a hiss the helmet depressurized. He was still in his Dragon form "the papers are a contract to set up at trade route with someone willing to supply Yuran, preferably no one connected to Aramil" that word left a bitter taste in his mouth. He looked to Tiranus "I also want to equip you with a radio when you return, you have two options, have it installed in a helmet or a vison like Pix" he said to him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 12:21 am
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Pagan
• Class: Dragoon
• currently equipped: full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture)
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Spear, Greatsword (Same greatsword in picture)
Deadly
Exalted
Merciless? Vexion's head would nod, silvery eyes closing for a moment as he acknowledged Devrin. As the helmet depressurized, Tiranus's caramel brown eyes would connect with his as he explained just exactly what the papers were. "Trade to be set up with anybody besides Aramil. Understood." He said, before he saw Devrin's face twist once he said the Nation's name. Tiranus smiled reassuringly, speaking confidently to Devrin. "Fear not, my king. Once we are strong enough the tyrant shall taste my lance. Of that you have my word." He stated affirmatively in a deep voice, nodding as he did so. "If that's it, me and Vexion will go see this task carried out then." he stated before the beast and pagan began walking away, slowly enough so that if Devrin needed to give them further instructions he would be able to. Hopefully they wouldn't run into any trouble at the port, and would be able to do this thing without a hitch. The materials were crucial, and Tiranus figured he wouldn't be delayed from his other mission if this one wasn't more important. Lastly, as Devrin mentioned a radio, Tiranus nodded. He wasn't much one for technology, but he decided radio contact would be much easier. "I'll just have it put into my helmet." He said simply. Battle Theme - Invincible Theme Song - Heart of Courage Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 550/550
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 7/8
• Vexion's energy: 900/900 "Some see the blade as an extension of their body... My blade is an extension of my will. And my will is for you to die."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:18 am
DervinGoldheart
Class: Mechanist | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 11/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Seratic Armor and Eridus Helmet MK I A guard came over to Devrin and whispered something in his ear. Devrin nodded and looked to Tiranus "I am needed else were, just find me when you get back and give me your report" he said. He put the helmet back on and clasped it in place, once again hissing as it pressurized. He then headed into the city.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:34 am
Tiranus nodded at Devrin before him and Vexion left to the port. -exit
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KnightsRoyal generated a random number between
1 and 13 ...
9!
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 12:44 pm
Kumori continued to try and press onward through the place. Through his sheer presence, he powered through and got back inside the city he knew by heart.
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