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 Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 11:13 pm
aaaand, Ty exits with Devrin. - exit
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:06 am
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Class: Berserker | Bloodline: Draconian | Rank: Trainee | Str/Spd: 12/15 | Nation: Rogue | Energy: 25/350 | Clothes: Casual Clothes and Boots of NarathosFavnir wandered back to the rock face after about a week or so since Tiranus and him fought. He was still bandaged on the side but he didn't care, he was fuming with rage. He needed to train, train so he would never lose like that ever. He found a pole that was stuck into the ground and started kicking it. Muay Thai called for thick bones. He continued for the longest time but his legs were already pretty strong as it was. He looked around and found a dummy, he pulled out his small pocket book of martial arts. He read what he needed to do and put it up. He took off in a run for the dummy and jumped slamming his knee into the dummies head. The head snapped under the force. Next he fixed it temporarily. Next was Hanuman meets Lanka. He took a few steps back then launched forward into the air his knee again slamming into the dummy's face. The head fell off it again. Favnir sighed and he read the next one Shin Stomping, seemed fairly easy enough. He went past it and read the other. Tombstone Slam, he liked this one. He ran and jumped doing a flip in the air. He grabbed his legs behind him and dropped to the ground. The ground cracked under the force of impact. He stood up and pulled out the book. It seemed next was conditioning for elbows. He went to the post and put up his book. He took a Muay Thai stance and started throwing elbows. He had to be accurate, throwing a few he didn't hit his mark. Accurate be more accurate he was saying to himself. After awhile he had picked up speed and managed to hit the mark repeatedly. He stood back panting and pulled out his book again Spinning Dagger, easy enough. He found a new dummy and spun to the side bringing his opposite elbow across to hit an opponent trying to go around him. Next was Falling Dagger, Favnir jumped into the air and brought his elbow above his head. He came down on the dummy his elbow chopping it in half. Seems Mauy Thai was done so he continued to Capoeria. He started with a hand stand and stayed there till he got dizzy from the blood going to his head. He sat as sweat dropped from his brow. He laid back and started doing sit-ups. As part of the conditioning for capoeria. After awhile he started to feel the burn. He did a few more reps to really work up the abs. If he were human, girls would be gawking at him. He stopped after awhile as he had done enough. He stood up and took a capoeria stance and swing down a hand. Following it he dig a one arm stand. His leg followed his body and struck out at an opponents face. From there he went into a two hand handstand. He start spinning himself around with his hands. He legs lashed out in all directions. He even managed to keep a spiral pattern as he moved around. He sat down to relax and pulled out the book, he read about The Raging Fist style and saw that he would use his own personal stance for it. He put up the book a thought for awhile. He stood up took a strong stance legs apart, his right hand back in fist and his left infront of him, his hand was straight but angled infront of him. He managed to find some training weights and started lifting. First his arms, which he bench pressed for a while. Then he took the same weights and did squats. He finished all that and pulled out the book again. Wavering Fist was a distraction and strike technic. He put the book up and took his stance. He waved his front hand off to the side and brought his fist in real quick for a strike at the body. His anger was sated for now he headed out. -exit- Used- Battle Theme: Unchained
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:53 pm
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Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Warm Clothes and Boots
Devrin came back and noticed that someone had been training pretty hard. A dummy was broke, a post almost and the ground took a beating too. He dis mounted and riffled through his saddle bags. He pulled out new sheathes, he strapped on a sword belt and sheathed in the Longsword. He also got a baldric for the Greatsword and a strap for the axe. He strapped on the shield and held the Spear in his hand. He twirled the spear and stabbed it into the ground and drew his Longsword. He knew of a few shield and sword styles. One used the shield as just another weapon. He stabbed forward with he sword, followed by ramming his shield forward. A simple but effective move to take care of an opponent. Next only he slashed down on the enemy, then followed with an uppercut with his sword. He swung his shield jabbing the side into the invisible enemy. He sighed and sheathed his sword and unstrapped his shield. He set it aside and unsheathed the Greatsword.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 11:08 pm
DervinGoldheart
Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Warm Clothes and Boots
Devrin held it in both hands, he surged his energy into it. The blade shone gold as he energy coursed into it. He raised it above his head, he brought it down with enough force to split a boulder. He brought the blade back behind his right hip and swung with the same force. He brought the blade back again but released the connection to his energy and blade turned to normal. He stepped forward and brought up his blade vertically. Should his opponent dodge he would use the momentum and continue into another swing after a complete rotation. This would not only be faster, but stronger too from the momentum. Next one was simple enough, all he had to do was turn the blade so that the flat of his blade struck an opponents weapon. This would undoubtably knock their weapon from hand. He hefted the blade onto his shoulder, then hacked down with one hand, vertically infront of him. He would spin his body bringing it around over his head and grabbed it with both hands and swung down again. He let it hit the ground and bounce up which he used to lunge forward, thrusting it into an opponent. Now this was different, he would run for his opponent. But instead of slashing he stabbed it into the ground and pole vaulted over it, delivering a flying kick to an unaware opponent. Now was the time for a good one. He channeled his energy into his sword. It shown a brilliant gold as he energy built up inside it. He readied the blade to his side and focused. He swung releasing a great crescent shaped wave on deadly golden force. It dissipated after a good distance. Devrin had one left, he launched into the air. Beating his wings to make it further up. He held the Greatsword inside down in his grip and pointed to the ground. He dropped with enough force to cut someone in half. But of course he hit the ground causing tremors. Devrin stood up panting leaving the sword in the ground. He hefted the battle axe off his back and readied himself for more training.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 1:20 am
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It had been some time since Cassandra had been at the Rock Face, but ever since she lost her Parabatai, she had been discouraged from talking to others. She had not trained a single day since then and she certainly had not left her home. In fact, the only thing she had done was help the sick and wounded that came to her home for assistance. After all, what cleric could turn down a plea for help when the sick came to their doorstep?
But in her absence, she missed the crowning of a new king and the invasion from the Aramilian forces. Basically she missed a lot, and was looking forward to restarting in whatever way she could.
It was then that he saw an odd sight. A dragon in Yuran. Normally, upon being sighted, a dragon would be hunted in the city. But these days, everyone and their grandmother owned dragons. In the king's case, he was a dragon. It was... revolting. These creatures were meant to be in the wild, not in a city of humans and the like. Her gaze fell upon the man the dragon was protecting. It was a peculiar sight. Wouldn't it have been easier to perch the dragon on a cliff and sleep there? She slowly approached the creature, making sure not to make any sudden movements. Her palm raised, she stood ready for anything. "You. Wake up."
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 12:17 am
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Adept
• 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)
• Tattoos: Back, Torso
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Worshipped
Merciless?  As the nephilim neared Vexion, the gaze of quicksilver would dart towards her, remaining fixed as she drew closer. While it was common knowledge that nephilim found sport in hunting pagans, this one showed no sign of hostility, her hands stretched outwards in the universal sign of peace. And thus, the dragon would allow her to approach without making a single movement towards her. However, when the nephilim ordered Tiranus to wake up, at first nothing happened. The God of War was fast asleep underneath his dragon's right wing and barbed tail, and the sound only came through as a slight muffle. However soon enough, a stray thought entered the pagan's head... one that was not his own. Even fast asleep, the dragon was able to communicate with him. Tiranus, wake up. You have a visitor my friend. the hard scaled beast stated telepathically, lifting his wing and allowing the mid day sunlight to hit the war god's face, as well as make him truly visible to Cassandra. Suddenly dark brown lids snapped open, giving way to a set of hazel brown eyes as Tiranus stood up, placing a hand on one of Vexion's shimmering and scaly hind thighs for support as he rose. "So... to what do I owe this wake up call, might I ask?" The dark skinned man asked as he stretched his bare tribal tattooed back and caused his spine to pop several times, a single onyx eyebrow raised in inquisition. Battle theme - 300 violin orchestra Theme Song - Heart of Courage Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 900/900
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 9/9
• Vexion's energy: 1300/1300 "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 Dec 09, 2013 3:20 am
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Golden eyes scanned the man, all the while her expression remained the same. Curious. She was still troubled by the presence of the beast in the training area, but there probably wasn't much she could do about it. When the man rose, she lowered her hand. It was probably better that she did. If a cleric raised her hand at someone, it was usually to deliver a powerful burst of holy energy. "This place... what happened while I was on leave? One day while I was at my house, there were terrible rumblings and then the next day, people came to me for healing. Was the city actually attacked by Aramilian forces?" It there was some truth to it, then the Nephilim couldn't turn her back anymore. The fact that the king has not yet addressed the city on what really happened only served to confuse people.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 4:44 am
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Adept
• 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)
• Tattoos: Back, Torso
Deadly
Worshipped
Merciless?  Tiranus's eyes would narrow slightly at the question, though he would keep his thoughts hidden deep in his brain, even away from Vexion who always knew what was on his mind. The God of War would reply quickly, rattling off the details of recent events to the best of his abilities. "I am not sure how long you have been gone, as I do not know you. However, we were invaded by Aramil, though not exactly by a large number of forces. Two men came, one wearing a suit made of metal and electricity, and the other with an amount of power i have never seen before. I was assigned with the task of building mighty walls to protect the city, which has been accomplished. And now, I am honor bound to kill Aramil's king." He stated in his deep accent, saying the last part more to himself than to the nephilim. It was constant motivation for him... that promise was what drove him to grow stronger. He knew he would need to reach the peak of his power to defeat Aramil's kings, and this idea is what continued to drive him forward. If only Devrin thought this task was as important as Tiranus did, maybe something would already have been done about it.
Battle theme - 300 violin orchestra Theme Song - Heart of Courage Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 900/900
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 9/9
• Vexion's energy: 1300/1300 "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: Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:27 am
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The stench of blood, the luster of power. These were the two things Raphael always carried with him. Everywhere he went, there was a throne of built of enemies, all falling atop each other and mounting his banner. It had been a long time since he'd gone to see the city folk, but even alone and outnumbered . . . even all against a nation to his lonesome, he feared no one. Raphael was, without a doubt, the strongest of all men. All of these people and their frail discipline meant nothing to him. In fact, he held them all in contempt. So here he came, like a bolt of lightning (or a wrecking ball); he didn't warn anyone when he'd come, and he didn't give them time to react. He arrived in their room, his eyes on Tiranus. Then, he looked away. "Be honored, then, weakling. Try and kill me. Try and kill Kirin. You'll be disappointed in what you get in response." Behind him was Isis, though her eyes were empty. It had been a long time since her vision was last pierced by light -- Raphael took all questions from her, all thoughts. He made sure she remembered that she was not her own person, only an extension of him. It would be his own death that would end her. It would be her own failure that would result in his demise. She was nothing but his tool.
"The walls were an interesting idea, but I can break them as I desire. Just like all of you. It's because of my mercy and benevolence that you breathe. Continue this insubordination and you won't last long. I hope you all understand." His eyes were on the King. That weak, fragile little wyvern who wanted to be more than he was. Raphael remembered his energy from before, when the first invasion of the city begun. In this, a more verbal invasion, he could only laugh at him. "I heard you took the opportunity to usurp the throne. What was your reaction the last time I came, though? You ran away, tail between your legs. I could've killed you back then, but I was honestly shocked into freezing by the sight of it. Your race has always been proud people, but the gene must've skipped your generation. At such a paramount time, too." He didn't need to say much more to Devrin. If he instigated a violent response, then he'd be silenced forever.
That was fine. One less rebel. "I'll be instating myself as your governor from now on. If I hear any of you conspiring against Aramil, then you'll all die. Not just the whistle-blower, but all of you. Understand?" He smiled, and began to laugh to himself. The funny thing was, as much as they all probably hated him, he could get them to do whatever he wanted. He could get them lusting over him, and following his every command. This was true power. This was what he was missing this whole time.
(lol, Hiro told me to stir things up in Yuran, so... [I totally left it up to loose interpretation. Hiro does not condone to any of this, nor did he encourage a hostile re-takeover. -Love, Hiro.]
[Roses are Shane,
Violets are Hiro,
Roses are cooler.
-Love, Shane]
[Ham would like to announce that she came in like a wrecking ball.])
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 7:40 pm
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Adept
• 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)
• Tattoos: Back, Torso
Deadly
Worshipped
Merciless? Tiranus saw Raphael land, and what came out of his mouth probably wasn't what anybody expected. "Are you ******** serious... Devrin, why are you going to have me build gates if they can do this kind of s**t? Kind of defeats the purpose of it doesn't it?!" He asked, voice raising slightly as his hazel brown gaze turned to the draconian. For a moment after the small outburst he would say nothing, instead yawning a moment, still rather drowsy from his recent nap. Bare tattoo covered shoulders arched backwards as he stretched a moment. Vexion, i'm still low on energy from the dragon hunt. Not exactly the longest nap i've ever taken... you think you can make up for it? This is the best shot we'll have at Raphael for a while. He thought to his dragon mentally. For a moment the dragon would chuckle, thinking Tiranus was joking. But the feelings of hate and determination eminating from the god of war stated otherwise. Tiranus... you barely have the energy to fight. And if you fail, Yuran crumbles. Stay your hand for a different day, when you are not recovering, and for when i have grown to my maximum size. The dragon said calmly through their mental link, and for a moment Tiranus would contemplate the dragon's words. It was strange, how Vexion's words were taken into such consideration. If anybody else had tried telling him to stay his spear, this would not have been pretty. I will wait for you to grow... but not to maximum size, that will take too long. Perhaps a after your next growth spurt or two. Because then, even I would not attempt to slay you. The god communicated telepathically with a chuckle, deciding to heed his dragon's warning. He probably wouldn't even be able to activate his brand of ares in his current state, and that would probably be the main thing protecting him in a fight like this. "I have no doubt you will attack me if I speak of treason. Your warnings have been heard. Now... unless anybody has somebody has something nice to say to me, I think I shall go back to my nap, which I was so rudely interrupted from. And if any of you are going to fight, let's keep the noise to a minimum, shall we? Yes? Good." He stated in his deep accent, deciding that he may as well rest off the rest of his dragon hunt. He knew if he were to attack Raphael, there was a chance of failure. And failure would prove his divinity wrong, something he did not feel like sacrificing quite yet... or at all, if possible. And with that, the dragoon layed his dreadlocked head against his dragon's thigh, thick silvery and maroon tail wrapping around him in a small pocket of space as a similarly colored wing pressed down over the top of him, enveloping him in a sort of tent that trapped the heat, and protected him from the cold december mountain temperatures. It was not long before the slayer returned to sleep, decidijg he and Vexion would train some more when he woke up.
((Well... No RP suicide for me lol. Ty is going night night. You two kids have fun.>.> oh, and LOL @Ham!)) Battle theme - 300 violin orchestra Theme Song - Heart of Courage Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 900/900
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 9/9
• Vexion's energy: 1300/1300 "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 Dec 14, 2013 8:41 pm
DervinGoldheart
Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Warm Clothes and Boots
Devrin watched in horror as the Sovreign of Aramil appeared before them in a flash of lightning. Raphael, his horror was replaced by rage he wanted to sink his blade deep into the man and rip him to pieces with his teeth and claws. But even in his rage Devrin knew that even to move would be impossible as he was out of his league here. This was going to put a major damper on his plans. Even as the man insulted him, Devrin kept his cool, he took a deep breath and exhaled to relieve some of his tension. He looked at the man a woman obedatly hiding in his shadow. He didn't see her the last time, he needed to get more information on this man and his followers. He cursed himself slightly on his ignorance. "At that time I was following my captains orders" he said to Raphael "I took to the throne as the people, my people, were in need of someone there and in charge after your fellow Sovreign Kirin trashed it with his robot, a lot of civilians died that day." He set the axe down as he was not stupid enough to use it, even drew out his Longsword and stabbed it into the ground. He was completely unarmed now, not the fact it mattered anyway, it was mearly a sign as he was not going to try anything.....for now that is.....
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 8:59 pm
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The angel watched as the two in the area reacted to the man that appeared. Just a few minutes ago, one of them spoke of killing this person... Now their opinions suddenly changed? She'd heard of this man man before. The Incubus. Nothing too serious, though. Just a few stories which mocked him. Their Sovereignty... it was more of a shitty water park attraction now. Abandoned by it's kings and destroyed by it's former king. "Don't you think you should take care of your nation before you branch out? Your capitol isn't even finished rebuilding. Your banner is being questioned by your own people. You won't find a challenge here... at least not for some time. But your city was destroyed around the time you last attacked here... right? God forbid that actually happen again anytime soon."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:15 am
X♛ ♛ ♛ ≈ RAPHAEL ☦ VAKARION
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The Incubus was baffled by Tiranus' language. Just his energy seemed to render him as a unique creature, a mix between human, immortal and monster. Honestly, the Incubus was hoping that he'd be able to see the source of this energy, in all of its glory. But it was just some lewd blacksmith boy. Even he wasn't really worthy of Raphael's time, at least in his mind. So rather than speaking at all to him, he held his hand out and signaled him to leave, which he did. "Just be aware that if you're leaving to go do treasonous things elsewhere, I'll be there waiting for you." He smiled. Raphael, at any time, could know the location of anyone in the world who he'd already met. That was the power of Pride, the strongest sin. It was because of this ability that he was the ultimate tracker, hunter and killer. He could always come find his foes, no matter what rock they hid beneath. Because of that, he felt no shame in letting Tiranus leave whenever he pleased. He'd know if his intentions were darker than just a breath of air.
Devrin, the "King", spoke next. The Incubus couldn't help but feel an intense laughter boiling up in his chest. He could feel that this man hated him, wanted him dead. And yet now, when standing before him, all of his talk disappears instantly. He'd made Devrin scared within his own nation, and because of Raphael's boundless power. "Regardless of whatever resistance you mount, it's futile," The Sage spoke. "Regardless of plans you throw at me, it's futile. You're weak. Every single one of you is so weak. I could crush you all in a single motion. And frankly, you all disgust me. You're ugly, primitive, and pretentious people. The Nephilim here wishes to pretend she has me cornered with her logic. But honestly, I hold your words in contempt. You know one-tenth of what I know regarding Aramil. Even against the great beast that assaulted us, we survived, and we continue to expand. The coastline of Val'Ghast, the coastline of Amaranthine -- they have become ours. And now your nation has become ours. Sure, there were casualties along the way, but it doesn't matter really. As long as I breathe, the nation will grow stronger. You can be sure of that." He didn't need to say much more to her.
Raphael had a very interesting way of leading his nation, available only to an Incubus. He seduced many businessmen and women, great traders with their noble republics. They offered him goods and money for little payback, only expecting to bed the Emperor. Of course, by the time they were no longer enthralled, the contract would be signed. It was with this that Raphael quickly redirected all of the trade power of the west, into the east. Aramil would continue to grow because of these practices. "I will no longer reside in Aramil. From this time forward, until you all learn discipline, I will seat myself on your throne. I am your Emperor, a title higher than King. You can go find some wooden chair if you want, Devrin. Just make sure you don't grow too arrogant with what that seat brings you. Men may call you King, but I call you a pretender. Pretenders can never walk on the same pavement as Emperors, nor can they bring them to ground." With that, Raphael and Isis disappeared quickly. He realized that his words wouldn't change anything, but he liked a challenge. Maybe they'd invent ideas that were really genius, or maybe they'd all fall short and die.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:53 pm
 DervinGoldheart
Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: Warm Clothes and Boots
After Raphael departed Devrin's form began to twist as his rage boiled over. He ripped his spear from the ground and held it over his shoulder in a throwing position. He energy raged into it the whole spear glowed bright gold. "AAAHHHHH!" he roared as he hefted it as hard as he could. The spear took off like an arrow. It struck the side of the mountain and went clean through the rock disappearing into a hole it made. He straightened himself, huffing angrily.
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