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 Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 9:33 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Outside the church, Tantra may have gotten lucky and been under this cutie, but I ended up with her in my arms. I think I win. From his reaction, he could tell that Theoran had been the only one unlucky enough to hear of his people. Voices had carried their names over the winds and through the worlds, tales of blood and horror, of small groups of warriors toppling the mightiest of empires, of a ruthlessness that, when unchained, called for the lives of many. Xakstrazi had even heard a tale of "The Blood-King Indigo." While true that he was the heir to the throne, and having killed the king meant that he was logically the king, he found it strange, even somewhat funny, that word of his actions had spread like a wild-fire. He had earned that moniker through his actions upon returning to Home. Knowing what he does now, he could sympathize with the Lost God and his story on a new level. Dragging himself back to reality though, he couldn't help but chuckle at Theoran's facial expression. "That's pretty much everyone's reaction, don't feel bad. After all these years, I'm starting to think he enjoys the attention now." It would actually be a bit of a shock if the drake did enjoy it. Alehstrasza always seemed like he fit under the lone-wolf mentality, at least, he would if not for the fact that he had to go with the Astral. Since traveling with him though, they had developed a special sort of brotherhood, one that could only be forged through experience and time, things that the both of them had a nigh endless supply of.
On the more serious side of matters, princess Madelyne appeared to being having something of an internal conflict. Well...that's good, ish. I hope. If nothing else, it meant that his words had brought some reason into her conflicted mind. It was comforting to know that he could do that much to prevent Xard gaining whatever it was he required of her. But, this was just how it went between the two of them. Sometimes he'd sit back and enjoy the show that followed in Xard's footsteps, other times he'd actively work against the demon, if for no other reason than boredom. Other, more rare times, Xard would be gunning directly for him, which often lead to an interesting, albeit amusing, game of cat and mouse. He was enjoying her reaction to Alehstrasza's presence before Theoran chimed in. A valid question, one that would decide whether or not the Dragoon had a convincing enough word and face. He would admit himself awfully curious what her response was, at least, until she fainted. Normally he would've been the first responder, however, young Tantra was more agile than him in this instance. Having gotten as far as an outstretched hand and leaning in to catch her, he straightened up as the priestess tried to make herself a pillow. How amusing.
Indigo let out a laugh at the sight, it may not have been particularly kind, but come on, it was an amusing sight. What was life without laughter where laughter was due? He thrust his cloth-covered walking stick into the ground before squatting down next to the priestess with a bemused look on his face. He proceeded to roll the princess off of her and into his arms and if not for the circumstances, he'd be calling "Jackpot!" Slinging one of her arms over his shoulder and her legs over his arm, he stood up with the princess in his arms. "Technically speaking, yes, it is part of my real name." Looking down at the red-head in his arms, the scene would've seemed sweet if not for how little they knew each other. Not that such things had stopped the flow of events in the past... Looking back over to the priestess, he smiled. "It's actually Indigo. Indigo Xakstrazi Orizanko." Normally he would've just said that yes, it was his name, but she did seem to be having such trouble pronouncing it. It was kind of cute, really. However, with Xard on the loose, it was imperative that they trusted him, and if that meant letting them call him Indigo, so be it, a small sacrifice to what he hoped to gain. The flip side of that card however, Theoran had heard of the Astral Walkers, it was unlikely, but possible that he had also heard the tale of the Blood-King Indigo, which would've complicated things much more than he cared for at the moment. He was trying to build trust at the moment, the last thing he needed was to have to worry about clearing a name they had only just learned.
"Ah...I enjoy having a beautiful red-head, a princess no less, in my arms as much as the next guy, but unless either of you happen to know the exact whereabouts of lady Madelyne's room, I'd like to place her under Alehstrasza's care." Poor Orizanko, being robbed of such a scene. He would, normally, be laughing and in high spirits. Well-dressed, admittedly beautiful, red-head, princess even. As earlier stated, a jackpot in all fashions to the Astral. At least he had the pleasure of having such a person in his arms, even if nothing sexual was involved, he was a creature of habit, he enjoyed things he considered to be sweet, romantic even on occasion. "Ah, right, Alehstrasza was my companion you met a few moments ago. I assure you, there's no better hands she could be in." Though, she wouldn't really be in his hands, more, under his care while atop his back, which always ended up as an enjoyable experience. Rarely had people had the opportunity to fly, to feel the wind blow in their face and caress them like a gentle lover. "Besides, I imagine the lady might enjoy a complimentary ride on a creature of lore. At least, after she realizes she's safe." That was likely the only serious issue that would come with her awakening, the initial shock of "Holy s**t, I'm on a dragon. Very very high up." Unless pulling an evasive maneuver, which was rarely required but still practiced, he was an easy ride, just a matter of her not panicking.OOC:
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:59 am
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: I am wondering how much longer it is going to take to get to where Evony and the others are right now
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
Soren noticed the heir of Wraith(Lincoln) had walked by them. A hint of a memory went through her head. No! I don't want to remember that! She pushed the memory of her father back into her mind. Admittely, Soren never recovered from what her father did to her mother, and what he did to himself. I just wish I knew...I just wish...
"Well, at first, I just provided pots and pans for the cooking and cleaned the floors. Now I help in the actual prepartion of the meals." Mary tapped her chin and smiled. "I may have prepared some meals for you and her siblings while you are alive. What was your favorite food? I'm sure if you remind me, I can remember if I served you or not." The talking snapped Soren out of her thoughts. She looked over art Mary, wondering if Mary could keep it up.
She decided to try something to get Max's attention. "Hey Max, have you ever seen an illusion before?" Soren told calmly and took out her guitar, making a few tuning adjustments to it. "This guitar is special in that I can create illusions with it. Watch this." Soren started strumming and humming a song. Soon, a copy of herself appeared beside her doing the same moves as her. "See? Isn't that cool?" Soren smiled slightly, the memory still haunting her.
Then, Altonair started talking and she listened. She nodded as she continue to play softly. "Alright. I shall hope that Nathaniel won't mind the company. He seems to be a bit of a loner." Soren told calmly. Nathaniel sometimes reminded her of her father. That's why she never got close to him. Well, other than that fact that something about him just doesn't settle right with me. I don't why, but it just doesn't. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 4:52 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location:Forest
Tantra looked at Xaksrtakldsmaksdfa (OH WHATEVER WITH THIS LONG NAME and shook her head, "Theoran, I would much rather you carry her..." She let out a sigh, "Wouldn't want a hand to accidentally go someplace it shouldn't." She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, looking a bit older than she should. "And I would much rather have her in my sight, in case Xard comes to pay her another visit... Plus no way am I going to allow her to get to ride that thing before me." She turned towards Theoran and hoped he would mind carrying the princess. "And I need to tell her of my plan... Pluussss she's a child of the forest, she'll recover faster here." She stood up and brushed herself off, the tight fitting clothes doing nothing to make her look more adult.
She looked around for a second before deciding which way would take them back the way they came. "Let's go. I believe we passed some berries on the way here, we can collect some for when she wakes up." With a scowl towards Indigo she set off, "No more touchy feely for you, mister."
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:08 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: The Forest by the Church. Theoran merely raised an eyebrow at Tantra's attempt to break the Princess' fall. He saw the humour that Xakstrazi had obviously seen, but given the circumstances, Theoran could not share the laugh. Theoran did not recognise, in the slightest, the name Indigo when Xakstrazi gave his full name, he wasn't even sure if he was supposed to either. Regardless, he preferred the name Xakstrazi, Indigo just seem too ridiculous. As for having the unconscious Princess riding on the back of a dragon... "I believe the Lady Madelyne has been through enough for one day," he said calmly. "Let alone waking up on the back of a dragon in flight." His words were honest enough. After all, it wasn't as if he'd be jealous of the Princess if she got to ride such a magnificent beast before him, or anything. Besides, Tantra's suggestion of the forest seemed a much safer option. When Tantra requested that he was to carry the Lady Madelyne, all he could do was shrug, almost apologetically, to Xakstrazi. He knew from the catacombs just how stubborn the priestess could be, and if she didn't get her way on something like this then, well, Xard would probably be the least of their problems. "It's nothing personal," he offered as he approached the Astral Walker. "But you can't expect us to completely trust someone we just met." An ironic defence considering that's exactly what had happened when they entered the catacombs, but then, with only being able to be four feet away, he didn't really have a choice but to trust Tantra.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 1:58 am
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ƨɑϲʀәʠ ≪ ≪ ≪ ⋘ The Royal Shield ⋙ ≫ ≫ ≫ ƨɑȋȵț
Kingdom: [ Veritas' ] Rank: [ Royal Shield ] Location: [ Dining hall, if the next thing that comes out of Kahler's mouth isn't 'I'm sorry Apollo,' I'll have his head.]
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 Apollo loosened his grip on Gospel and released a sigh. Yes, he had agreed to stake his life on it, but that didn't mean he wanted to, or that he would've liked to go down without a fight. It would've been kind of pathetic, considering past events. He'd taken down a Sage of world renown, only to end up throwing his life away on a gamble? Thankfully such wasn't the case, and it actually turned out quite well. "It's up to R, but I imagine the more help we can muster, the easier this may end up being." Speaking to the prince, he couldn't help but look down to the cat who's life he had just saved from the blade of another. How strange. The cat, who's gender was an utter mystery he didn't much care to elaborate on, even appeared to speak another language. He couldn't quite make out what was being said, but it sounded somewhat familiar. Chances are I heard Lodiab speaking it at one point or another.
Returning his attention to the prince, he folded his arms and closed his eyes, thinking for a moment on how exactly to explain without revealing too much. Or at least, that's how he would've liked it to go, as Kahler came up behind the young wanderer and placed a gloved hand on his shoulder, wearing a care-free grin. "Well, young Apollo here happens to be a skilled clairvoyant. Knowing that about him, I'd trust him on just about anything." It appeared to the Saint like his companion's goal in life was nothing other than to complicate matters for him. Under normal circumstances, he would have flipped his friend over his shoulder before placing a foot on his stomach and reaffirming that some things were just better left unsaid. However, he would refrain for the time being. "As he said. The details of how I know are unimportant, all that matters is that there is no blood shed here, not when unnecessary." He was thankful that, if nothing else, things seemed to have sufficiently calmed down.
During his short discussion, Apollo had failed to notice that Jack was making his way to his earlier target. Despite his earlier agreement that there would be no fighting here, he couldn't help but instinctively grasp Gospel. He almost slid into a battle-ready stance, but stopped himself when he saw what the red-haired warrior was doing. Some form of magic, that much was obvious, but what it actually did was beyond his knowledge and beyond his care. So long as it didn't result in blood being spilled or harm being caused, he didn't see a problem. When it was announced that he was right, he breathed a sigh of relief. Whether by luck or some grand design unknown to him, he had managed to avert the brawl. What bothered him most, however, wasn't that there was a demon, not even that the demon could mask his presence, but the fact that he felt almost drawn to the situation, as though being lead along on some invisible string. At the base level, it almost felt like he was being guided, like someone was telling him all the answers he needed to know, but not the ones he wanted to know. Something was amiss, and as such thing had a tendency to do, it just so happened to make itself clear to him while he was needed, creating the conflict that was almost omnipresent throughout his life.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 4:18 am
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Dining Hall
Mood: Under control and disappointedWhen the ritual was finished, but not before catching Kahler informing the princes that Apollo was a seer, Jack noticed that the cat priest was looking into his cape at his bandaged left arm. He swiftly straightened himself up and pulled the cloth over himself. He had just decided not to kill the feline, he did not want to give himself a new reason to attempt again. Madelyne was still on his list of those to watch and possibly assassinate should she find out more about him. The other targets were marked as such for their involvement with demons or being one.
The cat man spoke oddly to him. He used a different language than English when speaking with his attendant, but a butchered version of the common language in the castle when talking to others. The words, accent, and way he spoke sounded similar to a people he came across a few times in some of his travels across the dimension scape. He managed to make out the reference to Sokar despite how the purple puss destroyed English words. And he translated in his head what Baldassare Caravaggio, a name that Jack believed belonged to his would-be victim, the rest with a little more ease. "So he wants to make nice? A priest of Bacchus, that Italian God of Wine and such, is offering me his hand in friendship? Usually the god folk like to cast me out and pray for me to be hexed when they catch wind of me and what I do," thought the daemon hunter in his head as he examined Baldassare's extended paw.
Not seeing any harm in the act, Jack firmly grasped the kind gesture with his right hand. "Per questi mortali, io mi chiamo 'R'. Sono io, quello che chiamano, un cacciatore di demone. You are fortunate not to have been cursed by one of the such creatures I quest after," (To these mortals, I am called "R". I am, what they call, a daemon hunter.) said Jack in his Italian at first with his best accent for the culture. It was poor compared to the naturals, but it got the point across okay. Releasing the paw, Jack turned away from Baldassare, his cloak flowing with his turn, and muttered something beneath his breath, Grazie a Dio per la Stele di Rosetta." (Thank God for Rosetta Stone.)
Jack Rohaun strolled over to Sokar's sleeping body. Wolf drool snaked out of his mouth and across the floor. He could smell the canine's noxious breath as he breathed in and out the longer he stood over the dreaming body. Children would see this sight as something cute with the creature's tongue hanging out and mouth open to reveal some sharp teeth. The mercenary grunted a bit as he gathered up the wolf in his right arm by kneeling down, enfolding his right arm around the torso, and hoisting him up over his shoulder. He shrugged his shoulder a few times to get himself comfortable with the wait and the body then stood back up. "Who knows where this one's residence lies?" he asked to nobody in particular. He hoped one of them knew. Jack did not plan to hold the poor Sokar all day or just throw him in a random room. He could take him to his, but he preferred to have a bed free of dog odors. That smell requires some good washing to fully relieve a cloth of such a stench."Who cares? Just kill him, take his soul, then move on to that angel. Such purity needs to be extinguished!" commented Ra to Jack's mind. Ra was still upset with John invading the link he and Jack shared. Psychokinetics were an enemy to the wraith demon arm. Their mental speech often broke Ra's concentration in enveloping Jack's body and spirit. Each word mentally spoken allowed the red haired mercenary to get a bigger footing in retrieving his bodily functions. If John did decide to assist Jack in his journey within the world, Ra would be very unhappy and try to convince his host to kill the angel at every moment and interval where his trust wavered with the holy being. 
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:47 am
Kingdom: Justice Rank: Heir Location: Dining Hall talking with Lincoln and soon to be father in law Valas watched his fiancé as she got up from the table suddenly feeling ill. Truth be told if it wasn’t for his training as a mage he was almost sure that the shock of the marriage that was being thrust upon him would have been quite obvious. However with the training he had received he was quite adept at hiding his emotions when he did not want it shown. He was glad that the match that Veritas had made was as it was. He had seen a few pairs made that would have disturbed him. The young heir decided that he would make his best effort with this woman to make her happy and he sincerely hoped that she would not just see him as just someone from the Kingdom of Justice. Valas had always tried to keep an open mind with people from other kingdoms. He looked up as his fiancé left the room. The young prince had been thinking of doing just as she had in order to have some time to think.
Valas continued eating his breakfast while thinking about what next to say. He looked up at Lincoln and said, “What type of freedoms do you refer to? As for how the women in the kingdom act it seems to go case by case. There are active women in the way I think you are suggesting Corrine is and there are others that are as you say a delicate decoration.” He said the last part dryly. The elf took a sip of his water before continuing. “I will do my best not to stifle her.” After this he started to finish his breakfast so he could make a quick exit if need be.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 6:54 pm
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet..."Her room - Summoning a letter and then a Kirkis
 
“Do you believe that there are times when it is okay to regret the gain of power?” Dorian whispered as she held herself against the wall towards Tyberius, the question itself very rhetorical.
She took just one moment more, taking in the air in a manner she had forsaken before birth. Right now all she needed was some time to think…think and write to the woman who had bore and raised her. Her feet carried her to her room and what was left of her heart towards the small desk that was on the far side of her bedroom. Quill and a scented parchment were her tools as she wrote a letter she had promised herself never to write. Her penmanship was neat, perfect, every bit the princess she’d trained years to be but her words were not exactly that of a diplomat. They were honest and true, sometimes almost cold in their tone. But it was her dying mother she was writing to – what use would she have of the more formal speech?
Words seemed to flow out and she found herself having to pull forth more paper. Phrases started to dance and her hands showed signs of the writings by this point now too. Still, she had so much to say to her mother – she hadn’t sent her a letter in months. And she hadn’t actually seen her since she was about thirteen summers old. A blink to some…but right now, the road seemed the longest one ever taken to Dorian. And at the end hot wax and a dainty seal finished the deal.
Dorian pulled on the small rope that was by her door, a call for the servants. Promptly (she’d give Veritas one thing…his servants were well trained) one of the young maids came to her door. However be it from a sense of distrust to females currently or a sense of importance, Dorian didn’t want to hand over the letter.
“Could you summon the head of staff, Kirkis, for me? Tell him I have a request to make when he does find the time,” Dorian spoke just as soon as the girl deemed to rise from the curtsy.
“Yes, of course my Lady. Will that be all?”
Dorian nodded and waited till the servant girl walked off to close her door. This time with her hands…loosing the ability to move objects was still so new to her. She couldn’t believe that one missed week of meals had sent her into that stage. What was her mother going to think?
"And for every bundle of roses there is a bunch of thorns."
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:17 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dining Hall, I get a feeling something hates me. White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) John didn't understand the cat-man(Bacchius) at all. Thus, he didn't respond to him. Though, John did wonder what language he was speaking. "Dear sir, what language do you speak? I have only heard a few words of such language." John asked kindly and tilted his head. He did wonder why his brother Haven was being so silent. Maybe it's because he is having to take this all in like I am? Maybe for a different reason? I hope he is alright.
With this, John turned his head towards the two men(Kahler and Apollo). The man(Kahler) revealed the other to be a seer(Apollo). John blinked his eyes, trying to hold back his shock. It took him a minute not to act all wierd and curious. He would normally, but something about the seer(Apollo) told him that would be a bad idea. Especially with that look I think he is giving the man(Kahler).
Then, John started to feel something. John shook his head and let it go. I guess someone's talking about me or something. I just wish I knew what they were saying. With a shake of his head, John tilted his head at the group. "So, what can you tell me about the demon? I'm guessing I'm not allowed to know much right?" John had gotten used to such treatment. People always had something to hide when it came to important stuff like this. I hope whatever the secret will be doesn't get us killed. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 8:14 pm
-- Richard Bellerose -- |760| -- Location - Training Grounds -- -- Kingdom - Hubris -- -- Rank - Prince -- 
Richard was pleased to hear that while her current fiance may not be the best choice he was at least faring better than her last. "Yes I have heard that this previous oaf was unfit in more than one way. At least there is no need to have words with the current one for the time being." Following his brother through the double doors that led outside giving a little shrug at his brother's next comments hands still clasped together behind his back. "Veritas is certainly not all there. I find his games to be distasteful and I have only just arrived a few days ago. I cannot imagine how you feel towards the old fool. I do agree however anymore loss concerning the royal family of our great nation would be too much to bear for everyone. It would certainly raise questions as to why so many of our family seems to turn up dead. Any clues on who is responsible for Asuna's death? If at all possible I would like to pay them a visit and teach them the error of their ways."
Richard gave a slight sigh at the subject though he was intensely curious who exactly had killed his sister. He hadn't been all that close with Asuna and had always found the woman distasteful but to have her murdered was too much. Giving his brother a nod it was a very fortunate thing for all of his brother's group that he had been there to stop their sister's doppelganger from getting in a good scream. It could have proved fatal to all present. "They certainly owe you their lives." Hearing the reason sara had been pulled behind the mirror didn't help Richard's opinion of his sister's fiance. Still considering the Heir of fortitude had been able to get them out was enough that it could be overlooked for the moment. No real harm done after all and therefore there would be no reason to bring it up. At least for now. He might feel differently sometime down the road and decide to bring it up. It could certainly be a good thing to hold over the man's head for blackmail reasons if need be. After all the King of Hubris would not take the news kindly.
Entering the training grounds and looking around Richard did not really feel all that much like doing anything in the place. However given his brother's intentions to train at least a little bit Richard considered what he could do to help pass the time while chatting with his brother. Hearing Trey's laugh Richard got a smile listening to the comment that followed. "Just a little. It certainly helped to make the time in the catacombs go by quicker. You might want to give them a closer look yourself now that you are a free man. I am more than willing to share after all. No though other than the moronic woman that led us to the room there wasn't anybody that got on my nerves. Even she didn't really get on my nerves considering I didn't really talk to her all that much. Not to mention she didn't speak to me like she did the others." Watching his brother shoot off an arrow Richard brought his arms around letting his left arm wrap around his waist and resting his right elbow on it. His hand hovered in front of his lips as he watched.
Listening to Trey as he began to talk about those in his group he couldn't help but agree with Trey's initial comment about not wanting to see a Banshee and a Siren at their worsts. It wouldn't be pretty that was for sure. Hearing his brother's comments on the Heirs of fortitude and Envy got a nod from Richard pleased to hear they were useful. Listening to him as he finished Richard turned to Trey. "At least the woman was useful for something I suppose." Looking at the target that his brother's arrow had hit Richard couldn't help but smile and tease his brother. "Losing your skill dear brother. I am quite sure you have hit the center often enough that something like that should not happen. I dare say I could hit the center of one of those in my sleep." A complete falsehood considering Richard was not bad with a bow but was certainly not skilled with one either. He could hit the target but hitting the center would have been pure luck. His skill had always been in the use of blades.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 12:04 pm
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant
Location:Corridor
As Tao spoke in agreement to the walking, Martin couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle, for indeed he they had been doing just that for a while. And he had not been making the task easy for Tao. Hopefully he would be able to do more than imitate the secrecy of betrays and royals.~Do not stereotype, you know first hand that not all royals are deceitful. Though many have reasons to keep secrets!~ Alas Martin's mind fell on Dorian, and her secrets..~Focus, and always speak when spoken to~
Martin was rarely used to giving his name, not everyone cared for it. After all a servant was merely a servant to some. "I assure you, that I wish to keep nothing from you. It is that few people care to know me. After all, a man must know his place. And my place differs around each person, especially the person I came here for, a woman. Though the original plan was to merely service her. I seek more than my initial goal. Though I was promised freedom if I succeeded or lifetime servitude if I fail. So I do plan to succeed, I just have to give it time. Now you know my name and my purpose, does more of me spark your interest? As he thought of that first feeding from Dorian his energy responded, but he felt it going somewhere, not in the way he was used to but he felt it going somewhere. He looked to the only constant in his environment, Tao. He had mentioned using a powerful force to break the locks on the cell. Interesting, how does one balance what one unknowingly takes? Something told Martin he would soon find out. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 9:09 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: Hallway.╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
Tao shook his head as Martin spoke, "If you are saying that just because they are 'royals' that we should "know our place" and thus treat them as if they were gods, I disagree. No human is any better than the rest, in the end we all are the same. We all live, love, hurt, and die. No man or woman shall be given any special treatment in my book, I may play along for my own benefit but I shall not and will not hold my tongue if they decide to act all high and mighty over me they will regret it."
He gently rubbed his bracelet as he spoke, the humming starting to get louder and the metal beginning to heat up. He shivered gently as he felt the energy glow through his body. It would start to be incredibly bad if the energy got too bad. This would obviously be a problem soon.
"From what I can only assume, you are used as an object of sex? Here to please some whore of a woman? Aren't the women of royalty supposed to be good little girls and save themselves for marriage? Shame, and this is a job? Sent by her father, most likely. Shame shame. A fine specimen such as you being forced into such a thing, I would much rather take you away with you and you could be my sex object." He winked at Martin and gave a smirk. He would of course toy with the man, he doubted he would completely suit him well. He needed a man who liked adventure as much as he did, and who didn't have too strong of morals. After all Tao was a thief and a crook, sure he had a heart of gold but that wouldn't stop an angry mob of villagers from chasing him about. Luckily enough, he had yet to have that happen. At least he couldn't remember it happening. There were many a time he had gotten himself into a drunken stupor and done a multitude of stupid things, but alas he could not remember most of it. Just bits and pieces, blurs of the past.
He let out an almost inaudible 'tsk' as the bracelet burnt his wrist. Sonuva... The energy was starting to harm him, which was not a good sign. He needed to get away from whatever energy source was feeding him, or at least know what that energy source was. He could hopefully force the bracelet into complying and not siphon more energy from the source.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:00 am
Location:To the Dining Hall we go!l
Kingdom: Wrath
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was no good. Not at all.
She glanced towards the cat. Was he really a so simply happy go lucky kind of carefree person? Or…Did something simply not turn in his head properly? Perhaps he was a tick or two off himself really if he was simply just forgetting the situation he had just been in – possibly a few breaths away from the end of his thread had things taken a different route. Then again. He was a priest from Lust. The inside of his fuzzy little head was probably fuzzy too considering that he probably had more wine in his system at once than a barrel. Wasn’t that something that, especially Bacchus followers, they did? And taking in that factor with what she knew about them, yeah. Probably was not much left up there to take anything seriously for a prolonged amount of time, say five minutes, probably far too long.
With everything seeming to be forgiven and forgotten, Somni turned her golden eyes onto Haven as well as his weaving. It was an interesting use of the weaving, honestly, she would have never thought of using it like that. Just using the cloth itself was strange. Sure, yes, it was durable save if a fire’s tongue licked it then you would be in trouble. Honestly, it was simply better to make something out of it. But perhaps, like her, she figured that most of these dreamers were completely unaware of their kind and ultimately their weavings would be hard to trump or hard enough for the dreamers to wrap their heads around.
Without too much of a thought, Somni moved somewhat closer towards Haven and reached out towards him with one of her gloved hands. She was curious about this to say the least. And, like usual, it was getting the best of her. He had not replied or reacted to what she had assumed to be both of their native language. Maybe he just did not recognize it? Been so long that it failed to click? But why were so many people who were off by so many ticks be gathered in one place? That was a rather disappointing thought. But then again, she could be wrong. But look at that weaving! Surely she was not. And maybe he didn’t want to react and show what he really was? That could cause some issues, constantly being pestered to make a dream or do something or another concerning their weavings. Understandable. However, too bad for him if that was indeed the case; she was going to get to the bottom of this and push him out of his comfort zone if need be.
She left her hand seemingly hanging in the air, her long thin fingers just seeming to twitch in the air without rhyme or reason to those who could not see the weavings. However, she was carefully plucking and picking at the threads which made his weaving. She pulled gently at the threads, being careful not to snap them, but cause a pull or three in the entire weaving, steadily creating a small opening in his shield. Surely that would push him from his comfort and make him realize that he was not alone. Probably would end up getting her hurt or something seeing how people here seemed to resort to violence rather quickly, but. In the end it was probably worth it. Well, there was no doubt about it. If he was another weaver like she had supposed, then it was worth it even if she was hurt. How long had it been since she had seen another of her kind? That thought alone would make whatever repercussions worth it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 1:20 pm
Baldassare Caravaggio di Bacchius Kingdom: Lust Rank: Priest Location: In the Dining Hall Delighting in the company of: Jack Rohaun, John Greene, and Somni Tanti Baldassare smiled as Jack took his paw, pumping it up and down enthusiastically as he had seen many others do as a much more reserved greeting than his usual, while Laetitia simply scowled a bit less at the man and nodded curtly, her cheeks flushed. At his words, however - the Italian in particular, despite its roughness - the cat-priest released his hold on his attendant and gaped at him. Someone else knew his language? Surely this man was from his land, or at least had spent some time there. He excitedly followed him to the dog, dragging a rather dour looking Laetitia behind him by her arm, and chattering constantly. His barrage of questions flew by quickly at the man, pausing only briefly to respond to John before turning back to Jack, as Baldassare's excitement got the better of him and kept him from realizing that the man was no master of the language. "Sei un cacciatore di demoni!? Davvero? E lei parla italiano?(1) Oh, Signore, essa the language offa mia region offa Lusta! Those of us fortunate enough to-a be-a privileged to live-a there call it-a Italian! Roba da matti...come lei caccia i demoni? Lei li uccide, o li cattura appena per lo divertimento? Ho avuto un demone dentro me? Che ha fatto lei a esso? Ooooh, ciò è una maschera così bella!"(2)Leaving his attendant dazed and slightly irritated by Jack, Baldassare stepped over to the masked woman whom he had only just noticed. She was playing around the air with her long fingers, and he was curious as to just what she might be doing there. She seemed friendly enough, too - well, everyone did, even the ones who had gotten a bit overexcited in things, but he solved that problem, didn't he? Bacchus himself would be proud; he'd have to tell him that night when he found himself a room with Laetitia...and perhaps some other women at the castle, as well! Thinking of this made him wonder if he'd been reserved a room that had a nice window that catches the afternoon sun well, and he figured that if the bed wasn't in the sunlight, he could darn well move it anyway. Picking up an empty glass from a vacant seat at a table, he approached Somni and placed a paw on her shoulder to catch her attention, struggling to resist the urge to steal her mask out of sheer curiosity. 'Allo! I amma the priesta offa the grande kingdom offa Lust, who issa called Baldassare Caravaggio di Bacchius! Essa so exciting-a to-a meet so many-a wonderful people here...I don'na know whatta to do with misself! Who issa the person behind-a the strange-a mask, eh?Grinning excitedly, Baldassare stood before her while his tail snapped back and forth, ruffling the tails of his coat. Poor Laetitia, in the meantime, apologized as well as she could to those around her despite not knowing any English, and rushed off to keep her priest out of trouble. For all the good that he had done for her and all of her sisters, he certainly had a way of getting into mischief, which is why Bacchus had decreed that he keep his attendants: they were less for show and more for posterity by way of keeping him out of trouble. Translations:
1: "You're a hunter of demons!? Really? And you speak Italian?"
2: "That's crazy...how do you hunt daemons? Do you kill them, or just capture them for entertainment? I had a daemon in me? What did you do to it? Ooooh, that's such a pretty mask!"
((OOC Note: I decided to start putting a list of those I'm directly interacting with just to make things a bit easier, since it feels a bit odd to me to bold names throughout my posts. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:47 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Outside the church, well damn, I suppose any romancing shall have to wait then. As the young priestess spoke, a faint smile came to Xakstrazi's face. Sure, he had quite obviously been shot down, and despite the fact that it robbed him of a few extra minutes with Mrs. Sleeping Beauty... Wait, that raises another question. She isn't married is she? Looking down briefly, namely at her fingers, he was relieved not to find a ring. However, it was inevitable that his eyes were drawn elsewhere while looking down. Not even her chest, really, but herself as a whole. She certainly was an attractive young thing. Returning to the world at large, he would admit some disdain with what the young lady said. "C'mon now, I will openly admit that I've been in many relationships, even that I've had countless sexual encounters, but that's just a bit harsh don't you think?" Shuffling the princess in his arms around to get a better grip, he found himself taking another look at the lady he was currently holding. "Besides, it would be quite uncouth of me. It'd be far more entertaining and enjoyable were she awake." Not that he would actually, were he given the opportunity. She was a princess, after all. That requires more eloquence, finesse, perhaps a wine and dine before anything of the sort emerged. However, they appeared to have taken Xard's word to heart, or at least to a level that was a step below true. "Very well. Though I'm still somewhat insulted you think so lowly of me. Despite what you may or may not know about my people, I'm not a terribly bad guy. Even I have standards." Though what he said bordered more on the "even evil has standards" territory to those who knew of the Astrals, he figured he would at least joke about the situation. Levity was, if nothing else, a decent way to work at clearing their name. Or at least, one he could try to work in his favor.
Turning his attention to the young man of the group, he chuckled. "I must agree. You'll have to pardon me, more often than not I'll throw caution to the wind. It's been a while since I last had to worry about the mental state of others." Musingly, Indigo looked to the sky, catching a glimpse of Alehstrasza in flight above them. "Be honest though, once the shock of the situation receded, it would be quite the treat, no?" As it was, riding on Alehstrasza's back was an honour generally reserved for Indigo, and on occasion, someone of significant importance to him. Even then, it was something rare. One of the few people who was lucky enough to be bestowed with a joy ride was actually the former High Priestess, Elloisia. As he recalled, she was quite thrilled with the prospect of riding on a dragon's back. Granted, the scene was etched in his mind, he could only hope she had felt the same at the time. Riding through the clouds as the sun set, flying over the water's surface as the beautiful crescent moon reflected down on them. Shaking the thought from his mind, it was better that such things stay in the past where they belonged. They had their time together, that was all he could've hoped for. His attention was roused when the young man tried to make a peace offering, of sorts. "Good. You'll need to keep your wits about you, especially when dealing with Xard." Looking over to the priestess for a moment, he smiled. "Lady priestess, go on ahead. I need to have a brief word with Theoran."
The care-free smile from a moment ago dissolved as Orizanko turned to face the young man. "Theoran, between the two of us, it's obvious to me you've heard of the Astrals." Despite the fact that there was a beautiful princess in his arms, a red-head no less, he still needed to have this short conversation as soon as could be managed. Were she not awake, it'd have to wait. Leading Theoran just out of earshot of the priestess, he still spoke in a somewhat hushed tone. "Though I am one of them, I would hope I do not conform to the stories you've heard. I don't expect you to have made any decision about whether or not you can trust me, and in all honesty, I expect you won't." For a moment, he hoped that the man he was speaking with had only heard some of the lighter, less bloody stories. Anything to make his job easier at this point, which considering the hill he would have to climb to attempt to clear his name, it was a reasonable hope. "Shy of showing you the past, I can only hope that you come to see me as a black sheep of my people." When it came down to it, there wasn't a whole lot he could do to really help his situation. Sighing at the futility of the situation, there was at least one thing he could do to hopefully clear the issue. "If you get a chance, ask around about a rumor of the Blood King of the Astrals. Here." Gently handing the princess over to him, that tale was the ace-in-the-hole that he didn't want to have to use.
The story in question told of an Astral who went astray from his pilgrimage. On the way, having loved and lost before finally accepting the truth he could not see, the truth of the Astral Walkers. Sure, they were a proud race, some amongst them even noble, the young Astral the tale focused around happened to be one of them. The story told of how the Astrals had brutalized their own reputation with the use and proud display of their finest warriors, all gifted with an Avatar transformation as well. The protagonist of the story was of royal blood, and before ascending to the throne, was due to join their elite troops. During the centuries he was gone on his pilgrimage, he trained, he forged the necessary things for a one-man army. Eventually, the young Astral had aged and matured, returning to the land of his home for the last time. A celebration had been planned on announcement of his arrival, those who were to be his comrades even attended. Before the celebration could commence, however, he declared war with the blood of the elites. A revolt had sparked within the Astral as his blade carved the path to end it all, and through blood and steel, through life and death, he saw it through. He fought for the future of all others as he fought friend and family. The story told of the one everyone called the Blood King Indigo.OOC:
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