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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:27 pm
The Primary path the get down from the Mountain of which the White Flame was built on. The path is covered mainly by some Small trees and a Gravel path to show you where to go. Amongst the time, It takes you about Half an Hour just walking down, This is why Many buy the Burask within the Market. Burask are faster than Horses, they travel the distance of a Two Day trip in an Hour.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:07 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern walked up the Rocky trail of the Mountain, examining his surroundings carefully to be sure that He could find any advantages if fighting at the area. Being an Assassin was a pretty interesting job for many, But there aren't many Assassins nowadays. Cashern had finally reached a balanced area of the gravely path, He saw a bench and a table there, Thinking they were quite convenient. Taking such a trip walking instead of climbing like usual was Longer than he expected, as He looked up at the sun quickly, Feeling the heat. He sat down on the Bench and Removed one of his Water Skins from his side. He downed about half of the Skin before finishing up. He placed it back on his Equipment belt shortly after. He decided he'd stay there and relax a bit, Afterall, He had traveled far from the Citadel to Here. He sighed, then looked at his Blades, securely fastened to the Belt.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:53 pm
The Automaton Automaton was in fact heading down that way. He seemed however to float down slowly from the rocks. Gently landing on each rock, even though he was wearing heavy armor. He emitted a deep blue aura when he stepped. Then when he reached the bench he only looked at Cashern. He waved to Cashern in a friendly manner, not knowing to many words in the common language.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:48 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern had Examined the walking man in Armor, He seemed almost as if He was a Golem, but Cashern felt something else.
When the Man took a step He Gave off some Blue Essence, That alone made him stand out from many of the other Men and Women in armor He's seen throughout his travels.
Cashern looked up to the sky shortly after, Because he had heard the sound of a Bird's wings flapping about. When He looked up, He saw his familiar little friend, Screech. Screech was an Albino Hawk, which is quite Commonly found within the Winter Climate or the Tundra. Cashern had smiled at Screech, as He landed right next to Cashern on the bench, instead of his Shoulder or Arm..
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:54 pm
The automaton looked at the bird. He lifted his claw, thinking that he could convince the bird to land on his claw. Slowly moving his hand towards the bird to gain it's trust. He only spoke. "Commmmmeeee." as he gradually reached for the bird.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:23 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern looked up as the Man-in-Armor lifted, What looked like to cashern, A Claw.
Screech merely examined the Man as he slowly moved his hand upwards. When He spoke, Cashern looked at screech, as The Hawk had hopped forward a little bit, Then he began to examine the man again. He spreaded his wings and flew towards the Man-in-Armor's Arm, Mainly so that he could examine the man in a Closer view.
Cashern smiled slightly, as Screech landed on The Automation's Hand.
"I suppose you like Birds, Effendi?" Cashern would say, in his Arabic-Like Tone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:29 pm
He stayed his arm. Looking to Cashern. He suppressed his energy so that Cashern would stop feeling his inhuman nature. "Yesssss" He said as he looked back to Screech. His voice was faint, and sometimes difficult to hear. His armor also barely moved, other than the claw that was being observed by the bird.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:49 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern could sense the change in The Automaton's Essence, as He looked towards Cashern.
Cashern knew that something was definitely interesting about this Walking suit of Armour. It seemed as if the suit itself was being controlled by the Aura within. Perhaps it's soul was imbued to the Armour? Cashern began to think, then remembered that he should start preparing to head to the Market Place.
Screech seemed to enjoy the company of The Automaton, And when Cashern stood up from the bench, Screech merely looked his way, then back.
"Tell me, What is your name, Effendi?" He'd ask, as he'd check to see how many Crests he had with him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:08 am
He lowered his claw to his side. His gaze now focused on Cashern. "Don't... Remmmemmmber." He whispered into the wind as he looked down the cliff. Then as if the armor was jolted with an idea. He slowly turned to face Cashern. He slowly and softly grasped his shoulder. "Trrrrussst."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:44 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern's interest in this Walking Suit of Armor had jolted Even more as He said he could not remember his name. When the Walking Suit of Armor had turned to Cashern, Then grasped his Shoulder, Screech let out a small noise, Then jumped off of The Automaton's Arm. Screech flew off into the sky now. It had flew off with a large speed, Almost as if it had to go somewhere.
"I suppose you've been through Much more than you appear to of been.." Cashern would say, under his Breath.
"Well, We can give you a Temporary Name until you figure out your real one then, If you want, Atleast."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:13 pm
He grasped his shoulder with his large claw. It hurt Cashern with his firm grip. "Accept... memories..." He whispered as if asking a question. The armor looked down at him. The spirits tension passing through it like it was ready for a challenge.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:09 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern would not emit a sound at all as the Walking Suit of Armor would Grip his Shoulder, but it did Begin to get rather painful."Err... Mind Letting go of my Shoulder, Effendi...?" Cashern would say, but as He'd turn around, He'd see the Armor looking down at him. He felt a strange presence coming from it.
Soon enough, He assumed he had the answer to the Question.. Or Statement... That the Suit of Armour had asked.
"I think We should call You... Iron Man? Don't worry, It's Temporary until we find out your Real name, Unless you have a Better name..?" Cashern would ask, as He'd check his Blades quickly, Feeling an Uneasy breeze through the area nearby.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:29 pm
"Remember... Me." He sent a pulse of energy into his body. Sending messages and images into his mind. He continue until he had finally fainted from his power.
Cashern soon awoke. He was a large man. Holding a hefty blade. It glowed with powerful and ancient magic. The runes on it were in a language, far older than any he could recognize. He stood up. Looking at the face of one of the most deadliest dragons to ever live. It had 5 heads like a hydra, 5 pairs of wings. It seemed to be larger than any building he had ever seen. Cashern fought with the dragon for what seemed like a long time. The sword had many properties. It seemed to protect him from the breaths of all 5 heads, and made cutting through the scales easy. His skills in combat were immense, it felt like the wind was on his feet, and his hands firm as stone. Cashern had suffered a very crushing blow from the tail of the dragon. Cashern retaliated with DragonBane against the dragons belly. Cutting it open like it was just a pig. The dragon landed on him, and he found himself crawling out of the beast. He finally made it out on top of the dragon. Cashern stood up on top of the main dragons head. His men cheered to him.
He heard a familiar voice behind him. "General Tao! You made it out alive I see!" Cashern turned, holding his ribs. He answered back to the faded out man. Dropping his sword. To this man, Cashern felt trust and respect for. "So you come to rescue me have you Admiral..." He felt a blade run through his chest... Looking down, the faded figure had stabbed Cashern with his dagger. Cashern fell on backwards onto the corpse of the beast. The figure stepped forward over him. Pointing a hand crossbow at him. "Sorry old friend, but I have business to attend to." Cashern had a sense of betrayal. He grasped the hilt of his blade. Only for him to take a shot to the eye.
After the bolt... the world seemed to fade... Crumbling as he reached out to the traitor...
Then Cashern regained consciousness...
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:41 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern would randomly Spring back to life after the Whole Or-deal that he had Just experienced. He thought for a minute about everything that had happened.
That Hydra... It Looked Very Familiar... I cannot say why, but It did... I should get back to the important part for now though... Cashern would look at the Walking suit of Armor now.
"I see... You must be General Tao then..." He'd then grunt in irritation.
"I wonder who that Traitor is... But I suppose he's dead by now.. The one thing that I still question is.. What was that Sword about and Why are you in that Suit of Armor...
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:57 pm
"Sword... Dragon Killer... Lost." He then pointed at self. "Armor..." Pulling off the helmet through the eye sockets. "Shell. Help. Protect." Behind the helmet was the ghostly visage of General Tao. He looked tough, yet scars of many battles and his betrayal marked him. Putting the helmet back on.
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