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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:34 pm
This is the Kaladen desert and it separates Ilquint from the other towns a little further then the others. The desert takes a least a day to cross and it is really hot so bringing water is recommended if you are going to cross it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 6:04 pm
<<>>The Black Hearted Delfian the Bloodletter<<>> ~Fppt~
With a spark Delfian's body dropped to the sand breathing heavily. Long jumps were tiring and he hated doing them, however it was imperitive that he arrive without drawing attention. His body collapsed and as the sand started to envelope him two hands reached and carried him over to a caravan. Covered in specialized garb the silk merchants carefully roused Delfian from his stupor.
"Can't believe you're still alive fella, What are the odds we'd find you in time before the desert claimed you. Just rest for now we'll help you feel better." Said the old woman who was walking beside him. They had lain his body on the silks which they were importing from far away Ilquint. These people were also The key to the invasion, but they didn't know it yet. When the strange man became conscious the caravan stopped moving and, having bound him properly, carried him into the center of the caravan where the merchant master sat to ask his story. Dozens of desert ready tradesmen, all adequately armed to fight of marauders and Black Gekkos, waited to find out the man's story. Delfian merely knelt silently, his face to the sand. the strangely purplish sand. No one had noticed the gradual change however with a gust of wind the dust began to fill the air and to glow with Delfian's purple aura. There was no struggle, however after only a few breaths more all of the caravan stopped screaming and felt no fear. The crystal powder Delfian had spread before the caravan had permeated their minds. They'd become nothing more than his puppets. It was time now for Delfian to wait.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 7:18 pm
  ♊Eɬϳșɑьеϯɦ♊ When Elisabeth found the man she landed and walked up to him and bowed. She then stood up straight and pulled her sword from it's place beside her. this showed she was ready for anything and the shock of being apart of her sister no longer showed. as long as she synced her sister she was fine. She cleared her throat as she ditched the warm clothes and spoke, "So what are we here for? what's the plan?"
she then made the clothes vanish and she was in her sleeker more model battle outfit. the colors will the same though. the putfit looked as if she had a simple cocktail dress on only age wothly and the slits up the sides of the dress all the way up to the hip. she has skin tight shorts under the dress with let her move. oh she loved her outfit and wore it often as she could.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 8:36 pm
<<>>The Black Hearted Delfian the Bloodletter<<>> Amongst the caravan several of the mindless drones continued preparing the wagons for the assault, each would be fitted so that the trade goods would have three hollow chambers for a fighter to reside, Most of the Black Shadows were already prepared however the girl had arrived with unexpected quickness, Delfian stepped out from the shadows however with a well pleased grin on his face. Ophidion would not have to get her after all.
Delfian's silent grin remained as he motioned to the slightly cramped chamber where the silk rolls had been stacked with spices to allow her adequate room. "We shall be carried into the heart of the city disguised as trade goods by these caravanners who have so generously donated their bodies and minds for this purpose. Each of these men and women are well trusted so that their goods will not even be inspected. And after Raigon Starts his assault on the walls we shall start our attacks at the enemy's flanks and exposed rear. We have just to wait for Dion to arrive. I was expecting him to arrive with you in fact." Delfian at this point drew his two blades examining the cold steel in the desert light, some of the purple sand still glowing around the group. Delfian was expecting the two girls to be drawn together during the fight and was expecting to use this to cut off reinforcements and to join both the fronts in battle and split the enemy's line. Both girls acting as a beacon to eachother. A compass to the second force.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 12:31 pm
♊Eɬϳșɑьеϯɦ♊ Elisabeth nodded when she heard the plan and smirked, "sounds like a great plan. Though were will my sister be?" she wondered what the plan was for her sister so she asked away. she wanted to know the whole plan so that she knew what not to do. while she fought she could get pretty uncontrolling if she didn't know what was going on.
((gah sitty post. -_- wll do a better one next post ))
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 9:08 pm
Only Shimo Ophidion Basilisk Daragann Suddenly Dion dropped from the small tuft of smoke which accompanied a long distance transportation. He landed softly on the orange sand. Delfian's eyes quickly shifted to Dion's arrival. The entire force was present now and the time was drawing close to get into position. Dion's green eyes glanced to his leaders and instantly he knew that he shold take his place amongst the wagons, yet he first wanted to deliver the sweets he'd brought for Elisabeth. And so he tosses the small bag of candies over to her before heading back to one of the wagon's in toward the back of the grouping.
<<>>The Black Hearted Delfian the Bloodletter<<>> Delfian's eyes followed the bag as it flew toward the girl, but he knew that the time was now to get into the hiding places. "Just do what feels natural, Rai's forces will attack the wall and we will attack the soft underbelly." With this final thought of instruction, Delfian himself turned to take his place inside the chamber of the center wagon. As the group took their places the caravanners all became busy covering the gaps an spaces and preparing for the travel into Linkton's trade center.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 5:34 pm
♊Eɬϳșɑьеϯɦ♊ Elisabeth caught the bag and waved, "thanks" she then turned to her leader at the moment and nodded, "far enough sounds like a plan to me. I can do that" she fallowed and got into were she was meant to and then sighed. she tried to get into her mood but she was still a bit worried for her sister. she new she would be ok since she was with her sister but still how do you get rid of the worry?
deciding she was fine she got her mind into the task at hand. attacking the city she wanted to see die. she had to giggle some in her head as she smirked. yes this would be wonderful. she'd get to see it burn and they'd be weak with this plan. she wondered if someone else would be ok but decided to keep her head in the game.
((-prays i can do a fight scene- gah! ))
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 8:07 am
Soon all fighters were tucked out of sight and the caravan began to recover some of its livelihood as they began once more to move. Delfian had selected this caravan because it was by far the largest with fifty wagons, and as the leader was the mayor's own nephew their loyalty would be unquestioned. The purple sand's control was that they would continue as though nothing abnormal had happened at all. Blanking out all memory of Delfian and his bands. Some even returned to singing some merry ballads as they marched off toward the city.
[Moving to Linkton]
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