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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:52 am
((Kerrark's not wearing much in the way of clothes wink But le gasp! His pants have been buffeted! )) The Reaper watched the Fallen fly freely over the battlefield. He gave the moment to her and her alone, for to her it belonged. Only when she had touched down again and nodded to him to continue did The Reaper proceed. "The Desert is a very dangerous place, Cordelia. For your first test, you are to discover why. Fly or walk into the Dunes of the Desert. Watch the sand for small disturbances, and for shadows that appear to have no body. These are the Shadow Cats. They are cunning predators, blind but able to sense their prey through motion, sound and smell. Find one and bring it to me. Whether it is dead or alive will be your choice to make. I will not be going with you. When you have succeeded, you may find me here."The Reaper sat with his legs crossed and bare feet buried in the sand. He looked up at the Fallen with patience in his eyes. "If you wish for another weapon, bring me one from the battlefield. I will restore it for you as I did before."
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:36 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence- She nodded and thought about the task at hand, these...' Creatures' she would imagine, would be no easy find or catch. But, she was a Fallen. She would find this shadow-cat..if this animal moved around, fought her the entire time..she would make its death quick, or try to anyways. "Alright ..I shall be back as soon as possible." she said solemnly. Unfolding her wings, she grasped the hilt of the large sword, and took off. Wanting to search for a weapon more subtle for keeping prey alive. OCC:
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:03 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Flying some distance from the reaper, still within the vicinity, she looked for a weapon..a weapon that she had trained with , and was taught how to better use it more then most.
This weapon would subdue the opponent, pull it foreword or even trip it so she could go in for the kill etc.
It would seem as if she enjoyed the sun, flying underneath it's warm rays of light..which, in truth she did.
But as she flew in comfort, she did keep an watchful eye out..most things stuck out in the sand, half pieces of weaponry..ruin from the past.
Maces,swords,axes..all things that she was not looking for...until, somthing that swung from a large gaping piece of metal.
Adjusting her wings, she changed her flight pattern..going in slowly so she would not damage it further.
Landing a few feet from her destination, she stumbled a bit..happy that no one was in viewing range. How embarrassing! She would have felt so embarrassed if any of her fallen brethren saw her..
Giving herself a mental shake, she stepped foreword and inspected the item. It was beat up...but it would do, she only hoped that it would hold against one of these cats, and enough for the reaper to repair.
Sword in left hand, item in the right..she unfolded her wings once more and took off, and within minutes found the reaper in the sand.
Appearing to enjoy himself? She didint know, nor did she really care.
Flying down..she concentrated on her landing, better then before but still not that great.
She would have to work on that... "Can you make it as it was?" She asked, holding out the item, holding out the old whip.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:12 pm
The Reaper waited until Cordelia touched down once more and offered him the remnants of what was once a whip. He did not rise from where he sat, but did extend his arm and take the weapon's remnants. "I can," he said simply, and brought it towards his lap, where he bundled the pieces together and cupped them between his hands. In moments, it was restored to what it might have been in the past, or perhaps a new whip altogether. He offered it back to Cordelia and remained in the sand, thoughtful and humble. "I will be here when you have completed your task."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:41 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
"Right" she spoke, taking the whip and tying it on her makeshift belt she found. It was obviously worn and withered, slightly damaged but not enough for fixing in her mind. It stood out against the stark whiteness of her robes.
Unfurling her wings, she beat once, twice...and was off for her mission.
She would do this, and bring back the creature...dead or alive. Preferably alive, to test her ability as a strong warrior.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 6:41 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Bow to the Fallen Seraphiel
Finally, she had arrived back to the Reaper..flapping her wings, she started to make the decent down..coming lower and lower until she stopped about 5 feet from him.
"I have come..with a prize." she said, stabbing her sword into the sand, she gripped the whip with her good hand, and bad and started pulling..the unconscious cat being dragged over to be placed directly in front of him. "And..as an added bonus, it's alive..and soon be kicking" she added. Wincing slightly as she coiled her whip back onto her makshift hip holder.
Her arm was still bleeding at a quick pace, dripping red into the sand, which in turn soaked it all up.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 12:10 pm
True to his word, Kerrark had remained at the Buried Battlefield. In fact, he had not moved at all. Gauntlets draped over his bent and seated knees, the Reaper's eyes were shut and he was silent until he heard the Fallen's feet impact the sane before him. The sun was peeking over the horizon; the dunes now aflame in radiant gold and orange hues. Long shadows stalked lazily around the perimeter of the battlefield; their casters invisible to the naked eye... but after her last test, the Fallen would have no doubts as to what they were. He looked up at Cordelia in silence until her words were spent and silent. Then, he held out his right hand; his armored fingers turned up towards the brightening sky, palm open to Cordelia. "Give me your arm, Cordelia." If she complied, the Reaper would take her arm in his hand and set his other palm across the top of her gruesome wound. As her blood trickled through his fingers, white gleamed out from the space between his digits. When he removed his hands, she would find herself wearing... mud? "The herbs in this poultice will accelerate your recovery, fight off infection and stop all bleeding until it is healed. Do not break it off until you have seen a healer, or the sun has set." His words were informative, and did not carry the impressed tone she might have hoped her deeds would draw. There was true compassion in his eyes though -guilt, in some capacity, that this wound was incurred during her test- and his typically calm and humble face wore something of a knowing smile. "A living creature is not a prize; nor is a dead one. It is a life, or a death, and no trophy could ever capture that truth. The blood you wear is not only yours, but this creature has lost none of his. You spared this one's life but took a second. In doing so you have found balance, and completed your test. For the lives they took, another was taken. For the lives that would be spared by its death, you spared this one. Should you stay with it, you may find it recognizes your mercy... or perhaps you'll find nothing more than fangs. That is the truth - that we will never know until the moment of knowing comes. Tell me, Cordelia, have you learned much during your time with me?"Skills Used: Creation - D Rank - 20 Energy
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 1:46 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Bow to the Fallen Seraphiel
Eyes going over the salve on her arm, she was extremely grateful. This would not be the first time he's helped her for the better. She owed much to this man. She hoped that one day she could give in return what he's given her. Her life back.
Gaze going from the salve, down to her blood stained ripped cloths, she then looked down upon the reaper.. Standing almost two feet above him, she gave a wan smile in return. "I have Reaper, and I thank you for that, as well as all that you have given me. Being a Fallen, a Fallen warrior no doubt, has not set me down the path of being....just. I have been raised to combat those who oppose me, those im set against or those who just challenge me. It's in my blood, it's who Iam..I cannot change that." She paused for a few moments, looking over the sand..marveling it's beauty. " I believe that it was Pital's intention..to teach me of what else is out there, that it's not all just blood within glory. I, as much as id hate to admit...have not been living in the bigger picture. I have been naive with my views, and with my stubbornness and upbringings, have not realized that with her..I think that I started to..but it did not come." Taking a step foreword, she decided to sit in the sand as well. " You, are someone who has shown me different..that you are someone who truly has carried out her wishes, to teach me it's not all about my backward ways.That life has more to it then battle. She would be proud of you Kerrark, for teaching someone a valuable lesson." She said softly, using his name for the first time.
"What you have instilled in me is perseverance. To persevere with her wishes. I thank you for that, you have my deepest gratitude for opening my eyes."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:16 am
Kerrark smiled at Cordelia's words, his eyes looking off to the lands beyond her face in contemplation, observing the rising sun and breaking dawn. "Perhaps she would. It will only be true if the lesson stays with you. There's no telling where your path will lead you, but you are now free to walk it. You are welcome to stay and continue your training. You are welcome to go. You are equally welcome to follow me back to Andalusia, but do not forget what I told you before. The Fallen, Sephra, was recently executed for the murder of the Queen of The Tribes, and waging war against The Creators through plague and slaughter.... You may not find many friends among them now, but no harm will come to you if that is where your path leads; I would make sure of it." He looked back to her, seated beside him in the sand. The submerged and broken weapons, helter skelter along the buried field, cast their shadows like fangs growing up from the desert. "What will you do, Cordelia?"
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:15 pm
~Cordelia~
-Seraphiel; Angel of Silence-
Bow to the Fallen Seraphiel
She gave a weak smile back, giving a huff before she spoke. "I'am not afraid of being alone. I will cause no harm to them, nor will I be overly kind if they decide to shun me. Time, and perhaps good deeds may or may not put me in there graces. Hopefully I can teach them, that not all fallen are corrupt and evil." Pausing for a few moments before she continued, running her hands through the sand, watching the sand fall from her fingers. Looking down still, repeating her motions. "A negative outlook is more of a handicap than any physical injury." She said, sharing something that was once told to her. "I will be free, for no fallen should be kept in cages..but I will stay here most of all. I feel as if this land needs help, and I will do whatever I can to make it better. As well as any other nation that needs it." She stopped playing in the sand, her gaze shifting to the reaper. "Do you think that is a wise decision Kerrark?" She asked,using his name for the second time, wanting to know his ideas and thoughts. She had hoped that he would not try and persuade her otherwise, for the fallen followed only themselves, especially herself. Keeping too only there ideals and rules of just.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:22 pm
((Back, and so sorry for the delays here... Let's get back on track.)) Kerrark rose from the sand, dusting the sand off the seat of his pants and regarding the sunrise with a simple smile. "I don't know, Cordelia, but if that is the path you choose to take I will walk it with you until I am needed elsewhere. If you're ready, we can set out immediately."The Reaper didn't wait for her to confirm her decision. It was clear that it was already made. With the gesture of one hand, he beckoned for her to follow as he began to travel the length of the battlefield, descending the dunes to return to Andalusia. "Stay close, and sheathe your weapons. The Shadow Cat will stalk us for some time, but will not attack. You spared its life. It knows that."
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 6:07 pm
A skittering could be heard in the sands, but no form could be seen.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:58 am
The Reaper gave pause as he heard a skittering in the sands. He turned, and saw nothing... but he did not resume walking just yet. "Cordelia, travel above me. Something isn't right. There's more than Shadow Cats out--" he stopped and his head jolted towards the South. A horn call echoed out over the radiant sky. There was only one. Kerrark turned back to Cordelia immediately, and she could tell by the look on his face that grave events were in motion. "Andalusia is under attack. We must go, now. Follow me." The Reaper took off in the direction of the horn's call, sand sweeping up behind his legs as he bounded across the dunes. "KEEP YOUR WEAPON READY!" His voice swept back to her on a gust of desert wind. Her test was over. Now came the war. [EXIT - Dunes of the Desert]
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