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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:17 pm
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Kora looked at her side, wounding about this. They needed her help, not just Srin but also Liliana. "Liliana?... " She only heard her name before in this land over at the forest that she's the leader there with her husband. It's been a very long time since she last time saw her. "So she really here too..."She talked to herself. She than go back to speaking him directly. "I'm sorry, but I'm still don't know so much about this land, so I shouldn't get involved things I don't know of... Liliana should be good enough to help, I've taught her a simple healing skills and she should already improved it beyond that point. I can not fight any better than a mage. I'm not truly needed." She sadly admits to herself. This is what she want, and it would be much quicker for them to finish things with less number of people. She hold her hands together, and turn away. "I will pray for the both of your safety's and success of stopping the man."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 8:47 am
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"Lady Kora... I wish you safe travels back to your new home. May God be with you."
Now to gather Lazengan to my side, I AM OUT [exit] ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ strength ◤10◢xxxxspeed ◤4◢ ██████████████████ █████████████ █████ ████████████
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:27 am
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She is tempted to speak up about calling her by gold instead, but he already ready to leave. Looking up, she watched him leave as she gave a goodbye wave wile giving a "And may god be with you as well." Falwell. Even if he might not heard her, she gave her blessings and left the area as well. She headed strait to the gate exit of the city and head back to the swamp first.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 5:50 pm
 ISRAFEL❇ISHMAEL CAELUMbloodline: fallen xxxxxxxxxxx class: elementalist xxxxxxxxxx rank: student ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓The smoke couldn’t climb far.
It was too windy for the smoke to make straight pillars to the heavens, but whoever lit the incense at the center of the lake apparently hadn’t been dissuaded by the weather. Since dawn he’d watched the trails reach tentatively towards the scant clouds above, and since dawn he’d watched the wind wreak havoc with it, scattering the smoke and whatever prayers it carried before they could reach the intended god. The smoke would eventually reach the shore, spread too thin to burn his eyes but still heavy with fragrance: sandalwood, rose, half a dozen other cloying and potent scents that he couldn’t identify. It slowed his thoughts, took the edge off of the wearying uncertainty that had been gnawing at him since he’d woken; his eyes were closed, his tail twitching lazily against the boulder’s worn face. Even the dragonflies patrolling the shallows seemed slower, placated by the aromatic haze drifting across the water.
It almost slowed him down enough for him to think.
With a shrug he stretched his wings out farther, capturing a few more warming centimeters of sunlight; he felt like a cormorant, trying to dry out his feathers after an unexpected swim in the lake. Regardless of whether or not there were a few drops of water in his wings, he wouldn’t be flying – the earlier attempt that had left him soaked made that much clear. It was just that he was out of practice, surely, muscles weak after years of hibernation – a few more attempts, a few more falls in the lake or scrapes and bruises, and he’d be flying again as if he’d never slept. He refused to spend the rest of his existence powerless and landbound –
Israfel closed his eyes for only a moment and inhaled deeply, savoring the incense’s fumes, dismissing the thought with a flick of his tail; he stood, his wings drooping and then folding neatly against his shoulder blades. The man glanced to the horizon behind him, squinting his eyes against the sun’s glare to make out the gleaming domes and spires of the distant… Citadel. It was an artificial blemish on the face of the continent, but that didn’t make It any less fascinating. To think that in his absence they’d gone from scraping in the dust like insects to building fortresses that shone in the sunlight, structures maintained by gutting mountains for gold. That was what the human had told him, at least, but perhaps she’d misled him: it was difficult to believe something manmade was so massive that it needed mountains to maintain it. The second he was in the air again, he’d see for himself how much land the complex covered.
With a bit of difficulty he wrenched his gaze from the horizon and started to walk along the water’s edge. “Just a nest,” he muttered, “for the termites.”
Maybe so. But the sight of it shining brilliantly, visible from miles away over the rest of the land, was far more intoxicating than the scent of incense burning. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛energy: 600/600 xx skills used: skillname (skill rank) xx skill cooldown: (0/0)
strength: 5 xxxxxxxxxxx speed: 8ooc: I was told that when it doubt, summon Ferr and he'll make stuff happen. So, uh, hi Ferregar. How are you today? I hope you're having a lovely afternoon. Let's... make stuff happen, I guess.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 10:43 am
((Hi smile Sorry for the delays, a little depressed at recent rl events. Let's get this underway! Just a few things though. Fallen don't have tails, and The Citadel's origins aren't manmade or known to any living creature [that we knew of]. No need to make edits - just some things to keep in mind while moving forward.) The Fallen did not go unnoticed. Across the surface of the lake along its shore, a group of machines watched and appeared to point in his direction. Even in the distance they seemed huge - their crimson plated chests as wide as a bears; their metal limbs as thick as tree trunks. They began to advance along the shore, to the raised platforms leading into the lake's center. There was no one else there except for a monster of a man who watched the Fallen from only a few yards away. His head was shaven; his face bore scars and wounds so grisly that he seemed less of a human and more of a mangled piece of meat. His dark blue eyes glared at Israfel without reservation. Before the Fallen could even open his mouth again, he was judged. "You sodding, limp-winged Fallen." The beast of a man growled; his words ground together like maligned metal cogs. "You do not deserve to fill the sky with smoke. Your kind wakes up on our dirt. Weak, disillusioned and arrogant. Grix would prefer your wings for burnt offerings, or for me to break your face with a live grenade." Despite the searing brand of his words, the man made no move towards Israfel. His smoldering eyes remained locked on the Fallen but his red uniformed legs and burned, beaten arms remains as they were, crossed and still.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 12:31 pm
ISRAFEL❇ISHMAEL CAELUMbloodline: fallen xxxxxxxxxxx class: elementalist xxxxxxxxxx rank: student ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓It was impossible to miss the massive machines lumbering along the shoreline, but though he paused to watch with a bystander’s casual interest he was not alarmed by their apparent approach. He could assign no significance to their artificially red shells, or guess at their potential purpose, or even discern whether their movements were deliberate and guided or as seemingly random as a grazing herd’s. They were too alien for him to even focus his blank curiosity to any sort of investigation. Israfel could make a superficial comparison between the machines and his limited knowledge – their build and a beast’s, the way the sunlight glinted off of their hulls as it did off of the Citadel’s – but he was aware of the depth of his ignorance. He shook his head and turned away from the distant mechanisms, ruffling his feathers dismissively. He caught sight of the battered man and raised an eyebrow, returning the glare with silence and a slowly growing smirk of disdain. Maybe the human’s countless scars spoke of valor or recklessness in battle or some violent past he couldn't guess at, but the Fallen was merely repulsed the war-worn face; he didn’t offer the man any acknowledgement past the indication of scorn. The man began to speak, and almost immediately he was bristling, wings flared out like a threatened hawk’s, patronizing grin twisted into a snarl. Even without considering his hibernation, it had been years, decades since he had been spoken to with such open contempt, and never had he been one to tolerate insults from inferior beings. “How dare you show such disrespect.” His voice was low and quick. Israfel had halved the short distance between them in the next second. “How dare you lay claim to this land.” His left hand curled into a fist; in seconds he would smite this fool with fire, scatter his ashes or leave his corpse to rot – But there was no flame in his hand, no god-granted strength in his veins. He froze at this abrupt reminder of his powerlessness; he was, as the man had said, newly-awoken. Israfel remained still, tense, arms at his sides and wings still half-extended. His voice was flat. “Tell me why a piece of carrion like you thinks he can guess at the Maker’s will.”
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ooc: It’s no problem – I hope everything straightens out for you. Thanks for the heads-up. xD I’m still trying to get the hang of Rykros, and while I apologize for any inconsistencies I certainly wouldn’t mind correcting a post if it’s ever necessary.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 4:59 pm
The monster of a man leaned up and off of the grass at the island's center. Despite all of the Fallen's expressive loathing and attempt to smite his belittler, only antipathy could be seen on the human's scarred face. He started straight towards Israfel, hands uncrossing to his sides with their spear-width fingers clawing into fists. "Time to wake up, Rat-with-wings. Time to really wake up." Before the Fallen could withdraw the brute's massive right arm lashed forward. Marcus fingers leapt out past the fledling and curled around the smoking head of the large stick of incense. With neither grunt nor grimace, the man stared down Israfel in silence as he snapped the offering in two, crushing the smoldering embers of the offering into his palm as he punched himself in the face once; twice. As the human withdrew his fist from his face and blood seeped out from between his teeth he wiped it across the palm of his left hand, opened his right, and pressed the ashes of one burned palm into the blood of the other. Forgotten in the midst of such a bizarre spectacle, the crimson constructs were now marched from the lake's shore to its center. The weapons they carried would not even appear as weapons to the Fallen. Alien, boxy devices devoid of blades of the glimmer of tempered steel. As he crushed his blood and the incense together between his hands, he grinned at Israfel with pink teeth. "While you've napped in your coward's space-womb, I've been walking the world for decades. What do you know of Bedlam? What have you done to prove your worth to The Risen God? Nothing. You know nothing." With a twist of his wrist and a gust from his lungs, the Guardan of The Crimson Legion blew the powder of blood and ashes across Israfel's face. "You are worth nothing.""Guardian Marcus!" The constructs were upon them, and they spoke with real voices... then it would be clear, amidst all of Israfel's shock, dismay and fury. They were not machines. There were mortals inside of those walking shells. They seemed to give Israfel no acknowledgement at all, but behind those metal masks it was impossible to tell where they looked and what they saw. "Grand Marshall Srin Azio has called a meeting in High Command, and your presence is demanded. We have three minutes." Marcus Nocturnal didn't take his eyes from Israfel as he was addressed. Then he turned away and ran alongside the Crimson Knights, their backs to the Fallen as they bounded towards The Citadel without another word.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:59 am
((Here's antoher one- I won't overwhelm you with another, but this was basically meant to be an extension of the first post that I didn't wind up having time for :] )) For some time, all that happened was the stillness of the wind and water with Israfel's personal struggle at its center, and a lone figure traveling out of The Citadel. Traveling towards the lake. A figure in black, charcoal cowl and tattered threads making its movement almost ghostly as it got closer. Then it became clear that this figure was human, male, and the shadowed contours of his youthful but haunted face has a story of their own to tell. A story that wasn't going to be told to anyone but his grave. "Welcome to The Citadel, stranger," were the man's cool words to Israfel as his foot traversed the length of bridge to Grix's lake-bound shrine. "I know you don't feel welcomed... forget that. You had the misfortune of meeting Marcus Nocturnal, one of Grix's most faithful. No one but the most devout catalysts to chaos earn his respect, and no one has his trust. Some Humans are more monster than man. What brought you here - to The Citadel? I can tell you are newly awoken... This must be a lot to take in."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:23 pm
ISRAFEL❇ISHMAEL CAELUMbloodline: fallen xxxxxxxxxxx class: elementalist xxxxxxxxxx rank: student ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ His anger flared again at the man’s insult, but before it could translate into a harsh retort or action the incense had been seized and destroyed. The half-formed words died on his lips; he froze, his eyes narrowing in confusion and disgust at the display, and returned his silent stare. A splattering of blood, he imagined, was the man’s typical offering to his god, but what bothered him wasn’t the injury but the cold confidence and automatic motions with which it was inflicted – it was if the man didn’t feel even a shred of pain. Perhaps he should have predicted such a tolerance based on the grotesque collection of scars, but the spectacle had been wholly unanticipated.
He remained bolted in place throughout the man's judgment, transfixed, lacking any refutation. He'd done enough to 'prove his worth' lifetimes ago, to guardians or mortals or himself, but no feat immediately came to mind that showed commitment to his creator. It was only the scattering of ash that prompted him to take a step back, suspicion giving way to simple loathing; concentration broken, he looked away from the Guardian to the metal titans that had joined them at the center of the lake. Their words meant little to him, but he gawked at them openly, his humiliation temporarily forgotten; Israfel didn't acknowledge Nocturnal again until the man had turned his back and began the march to their Citadel.
Soon they were distant figures, the crimson constructs more visible than the scarred human running alongside them. Israfel turned away from them, wiping the ash and blood from his face with the back of his hand. The jolted gears of his mind began to uneasily turn again. “"'Wake up?'" He growled under his breath; he spat at the powdered remnants of the incense and the spots of blood in the grass. He'd add a few scars to the mortal's mug if he ever encountered him again, but the thought was hollow and impotent. 'Marcus,' he could remember that much, a Guardian Marcus running to his master's call like a well-trained dog.
When the mechanical entourage had finally disappeared from view he looked to the Citadel again. Israfel could have followed their path easily but had little desire to do so, at least in the wake of this unpleasant encounter; the lure of the place itself hadn't been tarnished but certainly dampened, at least temporarily. He ruffled his wings in discomfort and folded them tidily. Doubt, uncertainty -- those were plagues for mortals, not his race, but apparently the line had been blurred in the time since he'd last woken.
His halfhearted attempt to straighten up his scrambled thoughts came to an abrupt end at the approach of another stranger. He straightened, regarding the hooded figure with obvious suspicion as he began to speak; in light of his recent encounter he was inclined to find fault in the man's tone or word, a patronizing edge or a hidden insult, but if there was such he remained unaware. Israfel relaxed, initial suspicion melting. “"I would not doubt his faith," he replied idly. At the man's question, he shook his head slightly, dismissively. “"I didn't choose where to wake." Perhaps 'when' would have been a more appropriate word. He crossed his arms loosely over his bare chest, considering the man with sharper interest as he returned the inquiry with his own. "You live in the Citadel, then? Tell me about it." It was a mild demand, followed by “"Who are you?" He had little interest in the man himself, but a name would be another contrast between he and Nocturnal, and he wanted to know which termite from the nest had had the decency to show a bit of respect.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 6:24 am
The hooded man lifted his gaze to look directly into Israfel's. What was there, beneath the cowl, was youthful, pensive and hardened. There was a smile on the man's lips, but it was thin and bared no teeth to the Fallen. "My name is Lukas Wrathguard. It is an honor to meet you, Fallen." A hand lifted upwards from the folds of his cloak, each of its five fingers and the whole of his visible hand was plated in a gauntlet of meticulous detail and breath-taking filigree. The human was not human at all. He was a Reaper. "As for The Citadel... I'm afraid that there isn't much to tell. It has been here longer than I, longer than The Crimson Legion, and longer than any creature I have ever met. It must have appeared sometime between the Age of Fear and the Last Godswar, but I'm afraid that's nothing more than speculation. What is inside, though... it is a boon of technology unlike anything you have ever seen. The suits of armor that the Legionaires wear, their weapons and much of the innovation you see here was derived from research done inside of it. That is about the extent of it... and I find that strange. It has many secrets but The Citadel itself seems to know that, and keeps them hidden. Before The Legion returned, people were vanishing without a trace at night, and never returned. Night Patrols did a fine job of restoring some order here, but more importantly, we are able to continue our work in the Reaper Core and keep whatever is locked within The Citadel from falling into another's possession. Wow, I'm rambling." The Reaper paused enough to chuckle, and lower the hood from his head to its shoulders. "What of you, Fallen? You did not choose to wake here, but you would not be here if you were not drawn here. Do you truly worship The Risen God? What is your name? What do you remember from before?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 2:15 am
Eshcer flew in from the gates and realized that there were people here as well, quite a few at that. He folded his wings as he landed and let them fade and his energy settled to a resting state. He looked around to see if anything was out of the ordinary. It was when he saw the hooded reaper that caught his attention and told him that he was, indeed out of the ordinary or at least someone with answers. Escher would wait to approach him, he did not want to startle him or anything like that, just to ask his questions andbe on his way.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 11:39 pm
 Her light blue cloak gently waved in the breeze Jess walked along, her pale beauty marred in the slightest by a somewhat worried look upon her face. Her gauntlet seemed to hum with energy as she peered into the water, sighing slightly as she thought of what her Lord had told her. After all the needless destruction, the slaughtering of her people, she couldn't bear the thought of losing yet another Reaper or Legionnaire in the war. Grasping her right arm tightly, small indentations on her skin could be seen before a single tear fell, causing ripples in the lake before one of her wolves came to her side. Snuggling up underneath her arm, Draknor nuzzled her side as Jess knelt down and hugged him tightly, Jess sobbing in his fur at the memories of the dead in the Citadel. Michaela, on the other hand, walked to her side and whimpered before snarling a little bit and pointing in a direction, wary of a new scent. "...What is it, girl?" Jessica asked, more in a state of panic now than sadness as she rose to her feet. "Go! Lead the way!"Rounding a tree, Jessica put a hand to her heart and breathed a sigh of relief as it turned out to be a fellow reaper. Putting on a smile and knowing that she had to be of the best help she could in this dire time, she gracefully flowed up to him and bowed, a silken voice coming from her lips as she spoke, "Hail, brother Reaper. What brings you to the Lake of Grix today?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:20 pm
Escher turned as he heard a voice call out to him. His irises turned a light shade of yellow to show caution, but the faded back to blue as he noticed that it was a girl. By her words he figured she was a Reaper. He looked down beside the girl, seeing the dogs as well. He then realized that she asked him a question. He turned back towards the lake. "That army made it here too, it seems." He said starting off, "I'm here to find information. I've been told by the Rykort Guardian about an ancient seal of power. I went to look for it but in the tomb, it wasn't there. I want to know if I could find it and see if thats the power we need to wipe out this army and restore my home." He looked towards the girl and waited to see if he was going to get the answers he was looking for. If not he had no idea where he was going to look next, he may run into dead end soon and then would have to find another means of getting rid of this threat and restore Jiaum.
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