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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 8:07 am
Though Adellos is now the Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert, he has chosen not to live in the lap of luxury. Instead, he continues to live in the spartan living quarters that were provided to him as the late Lord Krayth's Guard Captain.
Now, the old Guard Captain's quarters are heavily guarded and have been restructured with an escape route deeper in Andalusia's uncharted tunnels, and closer to the Sunken Maw. In addition, the Guard Commons has been changed into Andalusia's war room, and the plans discussed here are shared amidst the leaders of the tribes, Adellos' Knights and the wilders that serve as the city's guards.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:10 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" A winged figure of gigantic proportions could be seen speeding through the air at an extreme pace, getting lower and lower to the dull gray of the flagstone covered ground. Once he was low enough, he simply tucked his wings to his back and let himself fall the remainder of the distance, landing with a loud boom and leaving cracks in the flagstones. He rose from his crouch and identified himself to the slightly alarmed looking guards. Once they had confirmed that Raziel was indeed a citizen of Andalusia, and affirmed that he simply wanted a peaceful meeting with the leader, they escorted him through the barracks to Adellos's quarters, His metal clad feet thudding against the ground in a metronome fashion as he walked. Twice he had accidentally bumped into something with his wings, but he was slightly used to it. Humans weren't accustomed to making doors for large wing spanned creatures. where he politely knocked. The Fallen had been in Andalusia for quite some time now, and he was beginning to grow restless of being in Andalusia for so long. His main priority here was to get a mission, hopefully an exciting one. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:41 pm
As the Fallen approached the barracks, a wilder at the post watched him and grunted to a few guards behind him. Raziel would find himself stopped at the door as a wilder sprinted to the door and spears were crossed in front of the angel. Barely visible from the clearing, Raziel would see a more armored wilder walking through a door and taking casual steps towards the entryway as the others were roused at the sudden commotion in their barracks. A voice echoed through the ranks of the quickly formed guard squad, "SA'SHAL. MET'HALE."A wilder, armed to the teeth and covered in snake bites, stood behind the spears, looking the stranger over warily before taking a deep breath into his nostrils, flaring up before snarling and speaking again, "Who are you such that you try to boldly step into our barracks or dare approach our wilder ranks, cursed angel? I know very well where you come from, and I do not know you. None of the other wilders have spoken for you either. Speak quickly, and watch your tongue as you do so, for you attempt to enter honored ground."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 7:40 am
From behind the War Room's closed doors some 20 feet from where the Wilder and Raziel stood, there were sounds of argument and conflict. It was a mixture of voices, but among them all two were shouting. Then, there was a roar and a sudden silence. More heated words. The doors to the War Room swing wide open, slamming into the stone walls that framed them, and a colossal and ancient Vestitor, flames licking out of his demonic carapace, stomped out of the War Room as he herded a number of emaciated looking wilders from Adellos' Meeting Quarters.
This handful of hungry looking tribesmen and women were adorned in feathers, scarves, and talismans. They were the few elders of The Devil's Eye's remaining tribes. Desperation and anger were the stoney masks of their faces as they marched out past Raziel and the wilder guards that were present. Adellos stood at the War Room's doorway, fists and jaw clenched tight. "Patience, Elders! You must have patience!" Vesyr, the Red shouted after them. His tone was one of patience, despite the volume of his voice.
The Desert's Lord, however, did not look patient. He appeared very angry, and very troubled. His piercing blue eyes stopped their glare at Raziel, the stranger. "Who is this?" the Lord demanded.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 8:48 am
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" As the two tribal guards crossed their spears in front of the Fallen Warrior, he stopped abruptly, confusion set inside his deeply colored golden eyes. He was about to explain himself to the wilder guard, when the doors to the war room slammed open. The golden eyed gaze of the fallen would shift abruptly from the guard to the new vestitor, who's carapace seemed to be aflame with the very fires of hell. Followed by him were many tribal people, all of them decked out in skins, feathers and the like. As they left, out came the person he had actually came to see, even if he was apparently in a bad mood. As Adellos asked for Raziel's name, The towering fallen would speak, making eye contact with the lord of the Devil's Eye Desert.. "The names Raziel, I live in Andalusia. I actually came for a mission. Ya know, something I can do for you. If this is a bad time though I can just...". The gigantic fallen warrior would let his words trail off at the end of the sentence. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:57 am
"No. Come with me, Raziel." The Desert Lords' response was fast; almost as fast as Adellos' advance towards Raziel. He gestured for the warrior to turn around, and barked over his back to the towering Vestitor that remained beside the War Room's door. "Vesyr, send Uskarr and his Falcon for Kinetav. We cannot wait anymore. I need answers!" The Vestitor's face, despite having no human resemblance, appeared tired and disgruntled. "Of course, my Lord." Adellos immediately turned back to Raziel, his tone sharp and agitated. "What can you do for me Raziel? How can I trust you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 9:10 am
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" At the Were Desert Lord's command, the towering Fallen warrior would follow him. The sharp sound of metal clinking against rock cod be heard as the Fallen warriors armored feet matched the pace of Adellos. As he was asled the question pertaining what he could do for Adellos, Raziel would shrug. "Just about anything you need done. I'm better at combat missions than anything of course, because i'm a warrior. But if you need anything else done, I can more than likely get it done." He explained, before hearing the second question. At the second question, The fallen scratched his head for a moment with a steel plated hand. After a few moments of thinking, Raziel would remove his armored hand from his jet black hair and answer the desert lord. "Well, i've only been in Andalusia, so I have no allegiance to other countries. And when it comes to trust and new people, we all gotta start somewhere right?" He asked with a shrug, his dark gray wings moving in an imitational movement along with his shoulders, brushing up against the walls slightly. ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:34 am
The Lord of the Desert growled under his breath at no one in particular. He felt compelled to shift and go hunting to clear his mind, but he knew such foolishness was unbecoming of his position and would not go overlooked by the Tribes. He had a responsibility to find the truth behind Ernya's delayed shipments, but it was simply a matter of time until Kinetav and Uskarr returned. The weathered were-Jackal looked at Raziel and offered him this. "If you want to help us, you need to test your skills. Go to the Andalusian Arena, and challenge Kerrark. He is a Reaper, and hard to miss. Go now and leave me be. When you have finished proving yourself, I will have a task for you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 7:24 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRazielXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX •••••••••••••••• XXHP: 960 XX//XXEnergy: 1000 XX//XXStrength: 9 XX//XXSpeed: 6 XX//XXBloodline: fallen XX//XXClass: Warrior ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ ""I can win any fight, of that there is no doubt. I just need to find the means to do it."" Raziel watched the Wisened Were-Jackal with intent amber golden eyes. He noticed that it was almost as if Adellos wasn't comfortable in his own skin, as if he weren't comfortable in his current state of being. Of course, this was no surprise coming from somebody of the werebeast bloodline. The fallen inclined his black haired head to the lord of the Devil's Eye Desert spightly before speaking. "Shouldn't be too hard to miss? I'll take your word for it. See ya soon." The Fallen said with a giddy smile before walking away, his plate booted feet thumping against the ground in a fast, rhythmic pace. As soon as he got outside the fallen warrior would streth his collosal dark gray wings before jumping high into the air, giving his wings a powerful flap. As he did so he was propelled several feet in the air, after which he turns his metal plate covered body parallel with the ground and flaps once more, taking off through the air like a collosal bird. His Destination was the Andalusian Arena.
-exit- ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 2/2 •••• Distance: 30 feet Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: NoneXXXXDeity: NoneXX•••••••••••••••• •••• Skills Used:
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:16 pm
XXXKinetavXXZel'anar XXHP: 2000/2000 XX//XXEnergy: 3510/4100 XX//XXStrength: 12 (13 with Edge) XX//XXSpeed: 13 XX//XXBloodline: Anima XX//XXClass: Dark Avenger ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ "Your life is not your own." Part of the shadow near one of the pillars began to distort subtly yet wildly, basic frames writhing into solid form. The more intricate details of the Voidsworn's armor came into view of the people, who had been fearful until the time he smiled at them and waved. His hand was still in the shadows, and as the people began to do their business once more Kinetav pulled Lizzy out of the shadow. Walking in confident stride up to the guards, with a nod of his head and the sign of trust he spoke: "Meet Lizzy, native of Ernya, trusted of Liliana. She deserves to know what knowledge I have uncovered, seeing as she risked her life for it and needs medical attention. I must speak with Lord Adellos immediately, as all of our wrath for our state is aimed at not only the wrong person, but the wrong nation as well."♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 8/8 •••• Distance: 25/100 Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: (Enter Faction)XXXXDeity: Void XX•••••••••••••••• Skills Used: Skills in Use: None Cooldowns: Shadow Weapon: 3/6 Shadow Manipulation: 3/5
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:37 pm
███████████████████████████████████████████████████  XXXXXXXXXX♪: Elizabeth :: Bishop :♪ Ernyaxxx♪xxxTraineexxx♪xxxKakurenboXXX XXXXXXXXXX▄▀▄▀▄ :♪ Mind ▪▪ Blader ♪: ▄▀▄▀▄ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Energy: 1125/1125 - Dodges: 4/4 - HP: 650/650
Lizzy shifted her mask to cover her face; being around new people always unnerved her a little bit. As she was pulled up next to Kinetav, she remained silent and waited for the exchange to be over.
Mask: On Theme - Battle Theme ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXXXX▄▀▄▀▄ :♪ Quiet ▪▪ Secretive ▪▪ Illusionist ♪: ▄▀▄▀▄ 
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 4:10 am
((Sorry for the shortness, but I wanted ya'll to at least have something to work with while I am away for the weekend.)) The wilders' hands were well to the point of drawing their weapons as the darkness peeled back. They stayed their hand as the black causeway's passengers appeared. "Knight Omen Kinetav." They each gestured in a way that was familiar to him -standing upright with their left arms raised to the level of their throats, hands turned in towards their esophagi with fingers clawed. The traditional gesture of respect. Kinetav had secured theirs months ago. "We will seek a priest to heal the Fox-kin. Adellos has been waiting for you, Knight Omen. See him immediately." They stepped aside, all 6 of them, and made way for the Anima and Kakurenbo to proceed to speak with Adellos. Walking to the doors of Adellos' private quarters, Kinetav would not help but notice that there were more guards present now than before... Adellos was already standing as the doors opened. His one-eyed glower reached out from the folds of his azure hood. The Were-Jackal was in his Jackal state. The remains of what appeared to be a table was not-so-neatly smashed to pieces in a corner of his room. He pointed to Kinetav with a single claw, and stated "You delayed your return. You could have come back in an instant, yet you did not. Even Uskarr returned before you. Why, Kinetav?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:40 pm
XXXKinetavXXZel'anar XXHP: 2000/2000 XX//XXEnergy: 3510/4100 XX//XXStrength: 12 (13 with Edge) XX//XXSpeed: 13 XX//XXBloodline: Anima XX//XXClass: Dark Avenger ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ "Your life is not your own." Kinetav made no sign of curiosity as the six guards stepped out of his way, and nodding once to Lizzy the Anima began to walk down the hallways to Lord Adellos' chambers. With the presence of guardians seeming to flood his vision with souls, Kinetav nearly burst into the room and scanned it. Adellos' soul seemed to be perfectly intact, with his mentally intact as well while his brethren pointed a claw to him and was in his jackal form. The Voidsworn's mind filled with possibilities of the Desert being attacked, confirmed by the shattered table in the corner. The Lord of the Devil's Eye Desert would have his question answered with a bow and an apology: "Sorry for the late return, Adellos. I was out gathering the information that you asked for, and it took longer than expected." Walking over to the table, the Knight bent over and ran his hands across the surface as he inspected it. Easily the work of the were-jackal or anything else with such destructive power, he turned back around and spoke matter-of-factly: "We are both well aware that the Swords of Salvation are an overly zealous group bent to cleanse the darkness of the world. We are both well aware that you and I are considered such darkness by these people. We are both well aware that their army is full of clerics and paladins who can deal significant damage to darkness..."Walking slightly towards Adellos, the Knight tried to determine anything else out of place or ordinary since his stance was more defensive than usual as he continued: "What you didn't know is that on the second tier of the city Caer Benowyn stands an army that grows every day. This army, led by Father Alexander Hemsworth and a Fallen that calls himself the Last of the Aeris, Valarous Sunshield, seeks to blot out the darkness...starting with us, the Devil's Eye Desert. To add insult to injury, their armies are well fed...with the supplies that were sent by Liliana and intended for us. Liliana sends another ship to our nation later today. But that's enough about what I know now...It seems that I've missed a lot here as well. What happened?"♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 8/8 •••• Distance: 50/100 Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: (Enter Faction)XXXXDeity: Void XX•••••••••••••••• Skills Used: Skills in Use: None Cooldowns: Shadow Weapon: 4/6 Shadow Manipulation: 4/5
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:31 pm
███████████████████████████████████████████████████ XXXXXXXXXX♪: Elizabeth :: Bishop :♪ Ernyaxxx♪xxxTraineexxx♪xxxKakurenboXXX XXXXXXXXXX▄▀▄▀▄ :♪ Mind ▪▪ Blader ♪: ▄▀▄▀▄ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Energy: 1125/1125 - Dodges: 4/4 - HP: 650/650
Lizzy quickly tuned out the conversation Kinetav was having with whomever he was talking to. It wasn't that she felt that she had no business dealing in political matters, she was just never interested by the inner workings of a nation. There were a few times she felt like she could make a witty remark, but she decided to simply roll her eyes and stand next to the Anima patiently.
Mask: On Theme - Battle Theme ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXXXX▄▀▄▀▄ :♪ Quiet ▪▪ Secretive ▪▪ Illusionist ♪: ▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 7:29 pm
XXXKinetavXXZel'anar XXHP: 2000/2000 XX//XXEnergy: 3510/4100 XX//XXStrength: 12 (13 with Edge) XX//XXSpeed: 13 XX//XXBloodline: Anima XX//XXClass: Dark Avenger ♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ "Your life is not your own." An awkward silence permeated throughout the room as the Anima stood, awaiting the call of the Lord of the Devil's Eye Desert. The Lord seemed to be brooding silently over the remains of his shattered table, angered and yet tired all at the same time. With a scratching of his head, Kinetav heard a drop of liquid on the floor and the crimson jewel which rested against the inner part of his right gauntlet moved its eye over to the source; it seemed that Lizzy's wounds had begun to bleed slowly again, not enough for any damage or death, but enough to break the long silence. Slowly walking over towards Lizzy, Kinetav inspected the wound as he simply asked, "Lord Adellos?"As the were-jackal turned his back to the duo, Kinetav looked at Lizzy and motioned her to walk out of the room with him. At the doorway stood yet another wilder guard, and to him Kinetav put his hand over his throat before looking back at Adellos and speaking: "When Adellos comes around, please either send him to me or have another herald summon me back to him. I will remain and guard Andalusia, watch over these quarters, or rest up for the time being."Just out of earshot of the were-jackal, Kinetav walked nonchalantly around and rubbed his hands together: "Soooooo...."His arms spread open towards the city, which was nicely visible from the front entrance to the war room as he smiled thinly and then scratched the back of his head again: "Welcome to Andalusia. What do you wish to do first?"♦••••♦••••♦••••♦••••♦ •••• Dodges: 8/8 •••• Distance: 50/100 Nation: Devil's Eye DesertXXXXFaction: (Enter Faction)XXXXDeity: Void XX•••••••••••••••• Skills Used: Skills in Use: None Cooldowns: Shadow Weapon: 5/6 Shadow Manipulation: 5/5
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