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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:53 pm
It is October 23, 1373 of the Second Age; Ivila's many forests and proud valleys have been cast in a orange and brown viel as the trees bow down to winter's near arrival. The sun is setting on a typical Wednesday afternoon and twilight sets in slowly over the continent. The sun sets on peace and promises chaos to those who've heeded ancient legend of their fathers and their father's fathers; to everyone else it is a night like any other, calm, cool, and a moon that shone beautifully.
In Esta Ro Sol, the winds of the sea sing loudly in waves now that seabirds have taken roost for the night. The grand nation of Alexandria, and it's surrounding principalities enjoy a quiet almost eerie as even insects seem to have gone silient. The Hallian monks of Sheng Temple know well malice rests on the winds, as their secure forest on the borders of Alexandria and Esta Ro Sol grows silent. But our story begins in Madeen.
The farmers and lumbermen of the budding village have all returned to their homes for the day, eager to spend times with their wives and their wives' cooking. The livestock huddles close together, fighting the night's chill and growing restlessness. And an over-courious adventurer follows a star that doesn't belong to the night sky's constellations.
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"What is it?" Kiera asked herself, as she navigated blackened woodlands for a better view of the glowing light, much too near to be a star. It was suspended several hundred feet in the air, but still couldn't be more than half a mile away.
Though it was dark, Kiera knew these woods like a member of her family; she managed the final half a mile with out an issue, where she came to a clearing; she knew it as one of the best places to fell a deer early in the morning or, a fun place for a bon-fire. She never expected what she found.
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Elsewhere, floating above the highest tower of Alexandria Castle, the light in Madeen had a sybling, and two more; one above a dormant volcano, and another trying to mimic the moon's pull on the tides over a southern sea. In fact these orbs gathered in dozens of places that seemed to dot the horizons with new stars. Summoners would know something was amiss, whether they saw the orb or not; their companions felt the orbs as soon as they had arrived, and knew it signalled the beginning of the next end.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 11:30 am
 It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations... Sayuri was lying on the rooftop of her mother's motel, the shingles still warm from the day's sun.She rested her head one an arm as she loosened the red tie of her school uniform and sighed contentedly. It had been a long day at school and as soon as she had gotten home, her mother had sent her to work, she didn't even have time to change. But she made it through okay, and she didn't mind carrying some of the weight of mother had over her shoulders. Dark circles sat under soft amber eyes. She hadn't really had a good sleep for quite a while. She stretched out her tired limbs. She took a deep inhale of the crisp salty air and looked out at the quiet waves. Well, at least the view never got old.
"...Hm?" She sat up and squinted her eyes. The stars seem awfully bright tonight. One in particular stood out to her. It hung high over the waves just above the horizon. "Stop worrying." She scolded herself, just enjoy the sight. ...No one is in control of your happiness but you; so you have no one to blame but yourself O.O.C 【】
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:24 am
He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour, shouting,"All the Gods are bastards!" Jagger Green ╔══════════════╗
Located: Alexandria outskirts heading toward Ecclesia
Injuries:
Thoughts: '-the hell happened to all of the animals??'
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"It's quiet," Jagger's deep voice boomed through the silence, and cut it deftly with a blade as sharp as the difference between right and wrong. He only spoke to himself to fill the silence, the empty void had long since been a friendly face to him, but for some reason, that wasn't the case tonight. "Too quiets, for my liking."
But he pressed on, and whatever wildlife that had remained hidden under the burnt canopy of browns and reds, had rushed off at the sound of a guuurrggllooo-OO-uuuuu.
"Seven hells," Jagger groaned, frowned, and doubled over with both arms criss-crossing over his aching belly as it growled irritably. He'll never find a meal to catch like this...
Any hopes of him even finding trace of a rabbit to feast on, had disappeared with the echo of his stomachs growl. And he cursed, but he still continued on. The illumination from the setting sun and rising moon did little to light his path through the dense forestry he travelled in, he had gone a short ways from Alexandria, finding nothing of interest within the bustling city.
His golden gaze searched, east, and then west. Jagger was a dirty thing, his hair shone with oil, and dirt caked over several patches of his flesh, the leather clothing he wore had been tattered, burnt, and in some places, dried with blood. A double string pouch was wrapped around his shoulders, and along his waist sat two holsters, one held his faithful sword, Soulbane, the other maintained a collection of miscelleanous knives, necessary for the art of butchery- a man needs to eat.
But this night was different, too different. An hour he had spent, fastening vine to a stick, attaching bait to the end in hopes of catching trout, but he hadn't acquired a nibble. Various makeshift traps had been spread, but no animals had been caught.
Hungry and distraught, Jagger journeyed toward the small heart of Alexandria, where a closely knit town of god fearing folks had taken root, perhaps there, he could bargain himself a meal, and a place to sleep, if opportunity arose.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:34 am
Kiera moved slowly towards the center of the clearing. From the middle to the opposite side had been covered in webbing. Silked white, spider webs, illuminated by the orb above. They spread from a large funnel shaped hole that led into a web covered sect of trees. Kiera kneeled down and touched the web; still wet. A small coin sized spider crawled on her hand and she brushed it off, but soon found another on her leg, and two more already on her shirt. Before she had time to panic over the swarm she was interupted by a vibrant clicking sound from the hole. Sure enough, eight legs, each larger than Kiera, extended out of the hole carrying an enormous spider body behind them.
"This. Is. Not. Good." She muttered as she backed away, brushing away a few more spiders crawling on her arm. She then turned and dashed out of the clearing. She ran in a panic, never looking back, or even where she was heading; every feature of the forest had turned into a distant memory as she stumbled. Eventually she had to stop to sheer exhaustion. Through heavy breaths, silence was broken by vibrant clicking. . . .
* * *
Along the beach just as the last rays of light disappeared on the horizon, Sayuri would see a massive shadow layed on the sands, the oceans wake splashing against the form. It was barely alive but most certainly not there before, but something caught the moonlight on the side of the whale. From afar it looked like wet netting.
* * *
Jagger would finally find an end to the silience as the sun finally faded and the forest had become a pitch void. In the distance, he would begin to hear sublte snapping sounds, yelps, and growls in the underbrush from multiple directions.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 12:58 pm
He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour, shouting,"All the Gods are bastards!" Jagger Green ╔══════════════╗
Located: Alexandria outskirts lost in the woods
Injuries:
Thoughts: 'Wha' in blazing hells..?'
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Jagger hadn't a clue if he was even headed in the right direction, to be honest, he wasn't sure which direction he wanted. That was the thing about being a b*****d, nobody knew who you were, nobody cared. It made no difference where he was, who he was with, or what he was doing so his life had always been a rocky tribulation. The sun had finally set completely, and he thanked the blessed rock of fire above him; but never the gods, he despised the gods, old and new, they gave him no courtesy, so he never dared to breathe a word of it to them.
What had they done for him?
It was with that thought that he heard it, what it was, he wasn't sure but it wasn't any animal he knew of. His head gyrated, left and right, the structure of the woods he resided in caused every sound in every direction to echo, until he spun on his heel wildly trying to find where it had originated, however fruitless the prospect. The shadows seemed to come to life now, dancing with fear in the corner of his eyes while he searched and searched and searched. A breeze hugged him, and he had to wipe the remnants of sweat off of his forehead with his large, rugged, and calloused hand, smudging dirt in the process. He cursed the sun now, now that he had needed it most.
He spun in his spot, more times then he could count, and finally advanced in the direction he assumed he should follow. Louder. The sounds seem to grow and shrink with every step, he finally felt so uneasy, he unsheathed Soulbane from her hard leatherskin and held the steel out in front of him. He had virtually no experience with a sword like this, but he couldn't deny that he felt safer with it in his hands...
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 11:17 pm
  "Simply administer the medicine every day at noon. I shall return daily to check for signs and symptoms and apply healing, if necessary. I have no doubts regarding her recovery however, I doubt she'll develop anything else."
A young priest stood in a small motel room in the port side city of Esta Ro Sol. The moon in the sky shone brightly as the fireplace crackled and popped.
In front of him lay a small girl, no older than four, her mother and father sitting on the bed beside her. The mother was sobbing into her husbands shoulder, and the man sat quietly, wrapping his arm around her. Upon a desk near the door resided the cleric's tools. The book, the bell, and the candle. All of them useless, as the young priest knew, but it was a comfort to his patients and the faithful; he brought them for every job.
The book was just a book; nothing more than a collection of basic teachings and some religious stories wrapped up in an old brown cover. The bell had it's uses in expelling minor dark beings only because it was made of silver; it still was nothing more than a beautiful trinket. The candle was just a candle; nobody really liked sitting in the dark too much.
The mother continued to sob happily about the news of her daughter's recovery. She had been sick for months on end, and her condition, until now, was deteriorating quickly.
"Thank you doctor," the man said quietly. "If I had more to give, I would give it to you."
The young priest smiled, his deep blue eyes beguiling his extreme exhaustion. "The motel stay lasts for another month. This should sustain me just fine."
The man nodded, and the priest packed his things in a small bag. "I shall take my leave of you now," he said, stepping out of the door. "You know where my room is."
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Lutje shut his journal; he was finished documenting the events of the day. The young priest ran his hand through his auburn-brown hair and sighed. He had been recording for at least an hour now, and his left hand was sore from the endeavor. He would write down the disease diagnosis information and the remedy tomorrow when he wasn't so tired. From his slouching position on his favorite beachside beanch, he looked out towards the vast, open sea. He could see the moon reflecting off the surface; each ripple was like a wave of light moving of it's own accord.
He could see a large form spread upon the sands, but thought nothing of it. His mind was probably playing tricks on him. He closed his eyes, trying to catch a quick nap before heading in. Often he had dreams; whether or not they were prophetic was a mystery to him. He had heard of fellow clerics receiving prophetic dreams. He, however, had never experienced such a thing.
Things like that would probably wake him up anyway.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:31 pm
It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations... With time, the last beams of light faded away and Sayuri sat up gently. She muffled a yawn with her hand. How was it that you could feel so tired, but not quiet ready for sleep to take you, at the same time. Though she tried to avoid it, putting her worrying nature in mind, she took another glance at the beach. "What's that..?" Quiet words escaped lips, even knowing they wouldn't be heard by anyone else. A large, dark object was laying on the shore. She blinked a few times, just to check if the form was just another hallucination. Inwardly, she hoped it would disappear after examining the spot, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. Her common sense side, told her to go to bed, and try to get some rest. However, the other side, the curious one, told her to check it out. Of course the latter was always the one one that came out victorious in most of her arguments.
"Well, I guess a quick walk couldn't hurt.." She thought to finally convince herself. Carefully, she hung off of the edge of the roof, until she felt the safety of a resident's balcony under her foot. It wasn't her usual way of climbing down, however, it was the quicker way to the beach, and she relatively was sure that whoever was there wouldn't notice. After pulling herself over the balcony's wall, she mumbled at her sore arms. This was why she never participated in gym class. With her hands in her jacket pockets, she started to make her way down to the sandy shores. ...No one is in control of your happiness but you; so you have no one to blame but yourself O.O.C 【I am so. so. so. so. Sorry for not posting any sooner.】
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 6:04 pm
"Get off of me!" Kiera screamed at the shadow hovered over her. She stuggled but the strength of several hairy legs kept her jostled and immobile; she spun fast, and effectively, wrapping Kiera from head to toe in webbing. A senstation Kiera would've described as interesting. Her calls of protest soon became muffled, and she felt a painful thud as she hit the ground, and was dragged off.
She was free to squirm as she liked, but it was no use. The web was too strong; too tight for her to free herself. All she could think about was how stupid she had been. She knew the "old girl" lived out in these woods. Still, her nest was far too close to Madeen; she liked the mountains to the north, where goats and mountain cats were easy game, where she needn't work at all for a hollow. All she could expect to find in these woods were crafty wolves, and angry hunters; this was all wrong. . . .
[mich22 & Kanto25]
Before Sayuri could near, a large chunk of the whale's back covered in the netting, would peel off back, and fall away. It layed flat for a moment before, beginning to move and change. More pieces of the whale fell away, joining in the transformation. Before long the entire mammal had ripped itself apart, to create a group of six generally alike humanoid masses of rotting flesh; sharp blades generally mimiced hands, but as odd as they were, they were fast, and smelled summoner blood like perfume. They caught sight of Lutje, but beyond subtle gurling, made no acknowledgement of the young chaneller and locked in on Sayure. The group rushed towards the girl, passing Lutje without so much as touching him.
[Essy A Dante]
The noises soon ceased as the sound of steel whistling in the air. Still in wasn't long before they made their move in the pitch black. Jagger would feel the first creature pounce on him, trying to bite and claw his neck. The others soon followed, adding to the dogpile.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:41 am
He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour, shouting,"All the Gods are bastards!" Jagger Green ╔══════════════╗
Located: Alexandria outskirts lost in the woods
Injuries: Multiple scratches, gashes, and puncture wounds
Thoughts: 'AAAAAAA!!!!'
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Jagger's breaths had dissappeared, but his lungs hadn't seemed to mind. Black as ink, the darkness lurched out at him from all directions- taunting him, even. The glistening whisper of steel, awkwardly held, could only do so much for his dwindling courage. Every ounce of reality had demanded- beseeched that he pivot on his heel, and sprint off whence he came. But it was too late now, Jagger's curiosity had peaked and all that was left for him to do now was await the threatened danger.
There. An illuminated pair of eyes jumped to view and he hadn't even the time to ponder where it had descended from as a massive horde then formed. Hundreds of white hungry eyes found him, pupils heavily massed, and then all at once they pounced. His hands flailed as he forgotten that he even had Soulbane in his grasp, but once Jagger found the urge to finally breathe, he wrapped his free hand around the handle of the b*****d sword and swung ferociously. But they were everywhere, and at times, he couldn't seperate the difference between himself and them. More, and more, they charged reckless as a meteor with eyes burning bright. The heaved sounds of his groans couldn't quell the impending footsteps that raced for him.
He couldn't even feel the tear on his skin around his toned arms, and broad shoulders, but he knew they were there. He was more aware of the feel of their hot, labored breaths, on his skin, then the red, oozing viscous that decidedly began to seep from his own wounds- and their's. It took him everything he had to escape- everything and more- because only when he was able to run did he feel the blade of his sword had ceased all movement. And he did too, but it wasn't intended. Jagger tugged viciously and the swarm had followed. To his dismay, it was now he realized that his weapon had fastened itself tight into the bark of a tree during his hasteful attacks, and he only had a single moment to decide...
He should have ran.
With his fingers tightly gripped around the handle, he had no means to guard himself and they ravaged him. Claws, teeth, he didn't know what it was, because it all attacked at once, and it all hurt. Before he knew it, he had fallen on his knees, with incisions and gashes brandishing his person and trembling hands glued to the hilt of his stuck sword.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 2:25 pm
Book One; Page 266
"And I say it to you, who gaze upon these pages of truth. I am old, and greet death knowing there is no hope. These trials we endure are our just respite, to watch it wither away; our reward for our decadence, and sin. What manner of devilry spins forests into tombs of torture, and taints the flesh of beasts, or invades the minds of the weak.? What manner of devilry do we deserve, these Remnants? I cast an enchantment; may it hold true, until it is done, that where these fell creatures persist, the light warns those who fear them most."
~ Year 485; First Age
Ecardius Malliphus; 4th Grand Regent of Alexandria Kiera felt like she had been dragged for days, finally giving in to going wherever the spider meant to take her. She was still laughing to herself about being caught; of all the things to jump out, it was something she might've expected. That little taste of curiousity certainly wasn't worth all this, given what she had discovered; a spider too many miles from her hunting grounds.
Tiamet; she had been a resident of the woods for years. Longer than any man could tell. In fact, it was widely believed that she were no mere spider, but an Avatar, powerful, proud, and true; able enough to survive the tests of time. No other exsisted like her, and she needed no other to expand her family of smaller arachnids. Still, even if it we're so and she were immortal, Kiera wasn't looking forward to being her next meal. She mentally scolded her self for temporarily considering what level of sustanence her body would bring the beast.
Muddling her mind with random thoughts served her well enough to pass time, and she eventually felt herself hoisted into the air. A gentle sensation took her, with a gentle sway; she was dangling freely.
Here it comes, she thought. But there were no fangs, or stinger, or even the tickle of tiny legs looking to feed on their mother's catch. All that followed the dangling sensation and silence was a voice.
"Show it to me." A woman's voice; regal and pronounced, and loud filling the unseen room with slight echo.
"Show it to me now, or I will devour you, human!" She repeated, only slightly raising her voice to assert her ultimatum.
"Show me what!?" Kiera screamed through the webbing she was wrapped in; her voice was muffled beyond yeckoning. Kiera felt an abrupt movement as she was pulled at a slant, and pressure over her face gave way to a hole in the webbing. Kiera's following scream pierced the darkened cave in reaction to Tiamet's multiple eyes scanning her too close for comfort.
"Be still, child!" She said, releasing Kiera to swing back and forth for a moment until coming to a gentle sway again, at a more comfortable distance no less. "I see the light in you. Call it now, my patience grows thin."
Kiera swayed wide-eyed; six years. It had been six years since the incident in the woods. Six years since she had last needed Ashe's aid...
"Looks like I have no choice. Now, what are the words again..." She sat in silence for a moment; enough time for Tiamet to reach the end of her patience. With intent, she moved to finish the stubborn girl, and enjoy a late night snack.
"Igneus Patronus!" She shouted, just as Tiamet moved to strike.
In a flash of flame; Ashe appeared, the same dis-sheveled burn-victim that had come to save her before; black wings fanned wide, engulfed in a wide fan of fire that shielded Kiera from any view of Tiamet. Kiera almost couldn't believe her eyes. Ashe hadn't aged at all, and what had seemed a guiding role-model in her childhood, now seemed so young and fragile, but her display showed her true merit; she was the same "burning protector". Ashe didn't move and her eyes were still shielded by ragged cloth.
Tiamet, hissed wildly before shielding her eyes with her fore-legs and staggering back.
"Kiera, I've missed you." She said. A rush of flame wisped around Kiera, burning the webbing completely without out so much as a singed hair on Kiera; she fell to the ground, and rolled over before pushing back against the opposite side of the cave.
"Why do you torment this child, Mother of the Wood?" She asked, extinguishing the flames, and in a almost mystical burst of black feathers; her burned wings were restored with oily, black feathers; strays glided to the ground around her as she decended to the ground.
Tiamet, looked out from behind her legs before moving back down to the ground. There was an energy in the air that filled Kiera with confidence; was Tiamet frightened of Ashe.
"Go from his place and you will know." There was a certain strain to her words; she was definitely rattled. "Even now you must feel it's call. It has begun again; she IS a summoner of Light."
[Essy A Dante]
The snipping barks, and vibrant growls persisted, and though flicks of moonlight through the canopy illuminated the oozing shine on the fallen creatures rotting flesh, it was clear, from the menacing glow from a dozen pair of eyes, that this was a battle not to be won by slaughter and deperate rage; these beings seemed to be fueled by the negativity, pain, and destruction.
Even the dead, not completely dismembered by Jaggers gallant efforts, began to rise again and join their able allies in drawing near the poor boy clutching to his lodged weapon. The blackened drool fell from their decomposed mouths in fiscus clumps, searing the ground with each splatter; it was was over for the lad, without a savior...
A fog, thick and milky, began to billow over the ground from everywhere. The fog carried a sort of ominous glow that finally gave some perspective to the creatures from which Jagger was defending; perhaps coyotes or wolves once, they seemed covered in a black, wet, and netted material that seemed to constrict the health and very life from the canines. They each wore their decay differently, but all were no less grotesque and malformed than the rest; four-legged demons with no desire greater than the feast of flesh. The fog proved no deterant; but the echoing whinny of a steed permaeated the woods, slowed the hound's approach.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 3:30 pm
He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour, shouting,"All the Gods are bastards!" Jagger Green ╔══════════════╗
Located: Alexandria outskirts lost in the woods
Injuries: Multiple scratches, gashes, and puncture wounds
Thoughts: '......?'
╚══════════════╝ He should have ran.
All at once, tooth and fang alike pierced his skin in concord with the echo of his blood curling scream. None fatal, but the sudden sheer lack of adrenaline in harmony with the united frontal attack, it was all he could do not to cry out right there. Hundreds of thoughts flooded him in this instance, and of course, he thought he had been so sure! A meal, it was all he had wanted, but what cruel irony the gods had in store for him, to ensnare him as their own just dessert.
All around him, the beasts snarled- cackled horridly into his ear, practically singing out his defeat with humorous mockery.
Jagger was so consumed with his defeat, that he hadn't noticed the impetious, and augury veil of smoke that embraced the forest and carressed it's creatures within. The next moment was met with confusion. Eyes of tremored gold wrenched open at the sudden emptiness, which was quickly met with a sharp pain anyway, but for now it resembled nothing more than the lack of predators.
They had backed away, he realized, his brow creased with anguish while black hair was soaked with a cold sweat. One dynamic yank, and Jagger slipped the blade gratuitously from the thick bark. He turned, casted his gaze upon the form of a stallion, tremendous, and easily twenty hands high. It reared, charged upwards into the sky, and Jagger could only stare in wonder.
BAM!
"AAAAHH! Jagger bellowed, because just like that, he had lost his footing, was sent hurled backwards, lost all sense of left from right, crashed his spine directly into the trunk of an old oak tree and then collided in a tangled heap on his shoulder. All because of a simple gust of wind.
The horse whinnied, as if to laugh.
It took two painful (and ungraceful) lurched movements before he was on his feet; eyes scanning the area for his sword. Gods, his sword- as if that was the most dire of situations to attend to. "Wha' in all seven blazing hells- wait a minute, I remember you!" Recognition struck him suddenly, wildly, all he could do was point in astonishment.
It trotted towards him, and nearly knocked him down. Jagger jumped backwards with a curse, only to realize that he had tripped over Soulbane- which he hastily grasped and sheathed- but suddenly, the snarl of dogs caught his attention.
How far had they been thrown back?
He hardly had the time to ponder as the stallion pressed closer, nearly knocking him over, and as he fell, he did the first thing he could think: latch on to the damned beast.
He did, and it jerked forward. Jagger had swing his body upwards to avoid a pelt from its hoof which seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of mist and despite all of his pain, he hoisted himself upwards with his torso sprawled on its back, from left to right. The pain from each and every wound now obvious, and demanding his attention.
It hadn't seemed to notice, however, because once it felt the presence of it's summoner, it assaulted off into the night, silent as a ghost.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 4:11 pm
It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations... Just as Sayuri could feel the soft sand from under the soles of her shoes, she looked to the mass that had been lying on the beach front. What she thought had been a beached whale simply covered in a careless fisherman's net, was soon much, much worse. The substance shed off of the whale, lying there for a few fleeting seconds before it began to contort. Though her instincts screamed at her to make an escape, she stood stiff as a board. Watching it like a deer's eyes would lock onto the headlights of an oncoming car. More and more of the whale was torn to into similar pieces, eventually reaching their goal. Sayuri brought her sleeve to her face at the stench of the rancid flesh, reflexively cough a couple of times. Six creatures stood before her, their hands of blades glinting in the moonlight. This, was enough to snap her out of her trance. Not liking what she was seeing, she took a few slow steps backwards from whence she had come. "Maybe this would be like a feline thing, no sudden movements, and you won't get hurt." She thought desperately, though even she doubted herself. They all lunged towards her with amazing, and unexpected speed. She cried out, as she stumbled backwards, feeling pain pierce her skin. She didn't want to die. Not like this of all ways.
A soft hazy blue light. Then a strong tug on the back of her jacket which pulled her back fast enough to avoid deep wounds. "Sorry I'm late." A calm voice answered, though his expression was distressed. A tall boy stood in front of her protectively in front of her, one arm keeping her pressed behind him. Sayuri's eyes, which had been shut tightly, open at the sound of his voice. Instant recognition. It was just one thing after another today!Though they had created some distance, it wasn't nearly enough to turn their backs and make a run for it. The salty scent of blood reached him. She was hurt. He would've been here sooner, but it seems as if she couldn't conjure enough power until she was in utter distress. They'd have to work on that later. That is, if they survived. Itsuki wasn't a fighter, he knew that all too well, but it wasn't as if he would tell her now, of all times. Copper eyes glared at the creatures. Six to..he glanced back to the frightened girl out of the corner of his eye. Six to one. It was going to take one hell of a miracle to get through this. ...No one is in control of your happiness but you; so you have no one to blame but yourself O.O.C 【Lolz Summoning party.】
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 4:30 pm
=Outside Alexandria= "You must deliver the funds by tomorrow... or else I will have to file a complaint because of your... incompetence..." A balding man said, sighing in between every other word as if he had been working for the past three days without relief.
This tax collector was getting on Lysos's nerves by now. What he said was true, Lysos had failed to deliver this year's taxes, that meaning he had forgotten to support Aulute's view in the last council. If being an a** was a tax man's job, this guy deserved a promotion. Lysos had hoped to avoid this moment by staying in his hunting lodge in the city outskirts, but he had seriously underestimated the determination of the bailiff office."Take them, then." Lysos replied, counting a few coins from his table and tossing them to the balding man."I've come to deliver a message as well." The taxman added, pulling out a letter. Lysos waited a total of seven seconds as the taxman waved the letter around without handing it over nor setting it down despite the fact that the lodge's bureau was right next to him."Leave it on the desk. I must go no-" Lysos started. He was interrupted before even finishing his sentence. It was evident whoever dispatched this stooge intended for Lysos to be amply annoyed."Why?""Because there is a beautiful woman in my bed chamber, and it's past sunset."With that, Lysos started to walk up the stairs behind him as the taxman slowly progressed towards the door. Every few seconds, Lysos afforded the inconvenience of turning around to monitor the man's progress. By the time he was out the door, Lysos had already reached the top of the stairs, walking slower than he normally would. He opened the door to his bed chambers, finding a disturbed Dassan.
"So, honey, are we gonna have fun tonight?" Lysos asked, jokingly unbuttoning his shirt. Dassan didn't play around, evidently preoccupied with other matters. It didn't take long for Lysos to notice the problem. He approached the window without saying a word.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:42 pm
Kiera had finally climbed to her feet and moved behind Ashe, she noted the odd feeling again, now being taller than her friend.
"Yes, I do feel it's pull. And it is true, she IS a summoner of Light, as they all are." Ashe replied. Her wings flicked abruptly before she began to walk forward slowly, each step to ring out in echo. As she walked, her right hand raised to her face and gently clutched the clother over her right eye.
"But it is not by your words, that I believe this, but by the sign He left behind. It shines on us now; it shines through your viel, Mother. I'm sorry it comes to this, but you mustn't be allowed to rejoin the planet."
"Ashe?" Kiera muttered quietly.
"It has taken you, Mother of the Wood." She said before whipping the cloth wrapped over her eyes away, and flicking the kinks out of her hair, in one fluid movement. Her eye's were like burning rubys; intense, and filled with driven rage.
"Denique Coniecto" She said calmly, before her entire body was engulfed in a fierce swirl of flame. The flame persisted, as Ashe's wings extended, fanning flame once again. Once at their peak. The entire spread of flame blasted at Tiamet like a general elemental representation of Ashe's winged figure. The wall of flame spread over the spider like a blanket, in which the spider only flinched before accepting the blast willingly. With a final snap of her wings, that replaced the black feathers just like before, the flame burning Tiamet fumed out, and Ashe had just enough time to exhale before exavorating in a wisp of smoke. Leaving Kiera alone with a giant cooked spider.
I am here, Kiera. Fear not, what has been revealed to you and what you have seen. My strength can protect you from what ails this world, I swear to protect you but for now you must return to your home.
Kiera glanced at the sky as they exited the webbed cave into the clearing from before. The orb that was once there had all but disappeared entirely, but yet it remained there, dim. It would take a few minutes to walk back.
[Essy A Dante]
The ghostly stallion made easy distance from the pack of pursuing hounds, heading west for no other reason than west was one way he could've gone, and before long the great speed of the horse brought Jagger safely out of the forests into an open valley with trees scattered about he hillside. Burning like fireflies in the distance, the candle light windows of Madeen glittered like a warm welcoming beacon.
[mich22]
Just as the creatures regrouped and pressed their advantage, creeping in slowly and with somewhat arrogant purpose, a small tailed orb of light, no more than two or three inches in diameter with a small whited-out sillouette of a humanoid being within. It circled the group, zipping here to there, before diving towards one of the creatures. With a few quick passes, the orb had ripped through the beings torso several times, beams of light erupting from the wounds before it just broke down into a pile of molten whale flesh and bone. The other creatures could no more than flinch before the orb moved on, repeated the same maneuver to them all randomly until they all fell to pieces in unison.
An eerie silience crept over the area as the white ball of light whizzed in tight circles, bobbing up and down over its victory, before the subtle down of shuffled footsteps and the shifting sound of a can digging into the sand.
An old woman approached and once she were closer the white orb returned her the woman, before coming to a gentle rest on her shoulder.
"I did it, Mimme!" A high pitched but kind voice squeaked from the orb before a giggle.
"Take that! and That!" The small orb continued, taking flight and bobbing over her kill again. "So much fun!.."
"Yes, yes -- dear, you did very well, now come and rest." The woman said, her voice carrying a distinct rasp and crackle. The orb returned to the elderly woman's shoulder before the woman gazed at Mizumi.
"You have a lot of work ahead of you, my child."
[Zaratov]
The sky outside Lysos' hunting lodge seemed to be illuminated much more brightly and a glance at the sky would confirm the presence of two orbs of light, one the moon, and the other a brilliant sphere. Below, still nofurther from the lodge than the front porch, the taxcollector released a piercing and blood-curdling scream, that upon a glance would reveal the man fleeing from the steps emmersed in a cloud of darkness. The cloud whirled around him like a swarm of insected, until finally scattering from the remains of the man, bloody and stripped nearly bone. The swarm them began a widespread frenzy, flying all about in no descernable direction or unity; several slamming into Lysos' window. Bats, deformed, decayed and secreting a bloody ooze from their mouths, that made the glass gouge and bubble with every impact, in fact, it was clear that if the bats continued haphazardly colliding with the window, it would evenually weaken and the creatures would find their way inside with ease.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:33 pm
Both Lysos and Dassan were genuinely surprised by the sudden assault on the house's windows. "Taking one for the collective good. Touching." Lysos remarked to break the moment of awe. It didn't take long for both of them to dash out the door of the bed chamber and lock it."Where are we going!?" Dassan asked. When Dassan asked a question, it meant there was a serious dilemma, a dilemma Lysos found equally difficult to deal with."We're right on the border of Madeen, too far from Alexandria. We can come back later." Lysos replied hastily as he and Dassan hurried down the stairs, packing the most valuable belongings and bringing the gold sacks. They both knew that was a highly optimistic forecast. If this truly was the beginning of the next end, they'd need help to return unscathed. Lysos quickly put on his leather armor and cloak; Dassan, already suited up with a light layer of armor under his cloak waited impatiently.Without saying a word, they both rushed over to the stables. It was a great irony how Lysos had initially been enraged at the lodge's builder for not adding windows to the stable, and now was thankful of that failure. After mounting, the two exchanged looks before Lysos drew one of his swords and severed a rope in between them. The doors flung open and the horses instinctively rushed out. It didn't take long for the bats to reset their bearings and follow the pair of riders West. Lysos had always been advised to purchase quarter horses as opposed to stallions for hunting, and now, for reasons completely unrelated to the lodge's original purpose, he was most regretful of his course of action. The bats caught up. Armed only with swords, there wasn't much he could do in a fight like this. Behind him, Dassan flung waves of arcane fire at the swarm, incinerating by the dozens, but the swarm was larger than they had initially thought.
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Lysos swatted another corrupt bat with one of his blades. It must have been minutes since they started running. Time would seem irrelevant when one is fleeing from a group of tainted flyers, but when said creatures were bats, time was all that mattered. The almost random flight patterns of the bats were taking their toll on the swarm's size. By then, only a remnant of the once mighty horde remained, more due to members peeling off than to the flames. Unfortunately, that rump was all it took. Lysos heard a thump behind him. He turned, dismayed to see Dassan having been pulled off his horse by the bats. Dismounting, Lysos drew his swords and charged forward, hoping to scatter the bats like pigeons.
They weren't pigeons, but fled nonetheless after Lysos cut down a few, and Dassan started blasting away once more. His flames grew evidently stronger with all the lost, corrupt spirits of the dead bats. It wasn't long before the remainder of the flock broke off."I'm fine, thanks for asking." Dassan declared, straightening up his back as if he were actually hurt."You're very welcome. Really." Lysos replied as they mounted their horses. He couldn't help but make a dark joke about how the taxman's death would in essence, allow him to escape fees for the next few years. It wasn't long before Madeen's lights were visible. It was almost welcoming.
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