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 Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 5:22 pm
 On the morning of battle, the Priestess was finally making her way to the newly made Colosseum on the edges of the western sea...overlooking its grand purple and navy blue hues, as the last rays of the golden sun sink into the horizon behind her. She rode upon the back of a white horse, who looked as tired as any haggard traveler but she seemed to not be affected at all; being elven and all.
Aubrey climbed down from the horse, once she had stopped in front of the gates. She lowered her navy blue hood from her head, her long raven hair falling across her navy clad shoulders. She breathed in deep; as a smile crossed her delicate mouth as she sighed happily. This was the place, this was what had been calling her all those days of restless nights; this was the place the Gods had been telling her to go.
Slowly, her limp carrying her shakily as she leaned up against her white oak staff, Aubrey approached the gates and knocked firmly...waiting for a response. As she waited, the High Elven Priestess began praying silently to herself, her head lowering to make the raven ringlets of her hair hang in front of her eyes; very demure looking, this young one was. But she did not go without protection; she learned from long ago, how stupid that was. Along with the staff she carried in her right hand, she also dawned (upon her slender hip):
A long, elven blade; that was held in a tight, leather made scabbard.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:57 pm
(out of character) I was wondering if you would like to be introduced into my stories next part. I believe that it could be interesting to have another member write there responses and actions.We would RP in a thread that I would copy into the story as it goes. Thank you if you choose to do so, or even if you choose not to your feedback has been very helpful to me.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 6:22 pm
 Ästeria Moria Asteria had been traveling on foot for months, following the stars, until she had finally reached her destination. The city of ____ (does it have one?). A place to prove herself, the place the gods had sent her to fight in teh arena of the gods, and become a gladiator. It seemed almost too good to be true. The city itself was laden with beautiful archetecture, and monumental stone statues deoicting the gods in whom she, and everyone eles served. Asteria walked round in a daze, stairing in awe at the wonders of the huge city, until she finlly reached the gate. Another woman was there. An elf judging by he ears. That was god, at least she wouldn't be alone among the men. She approached the large wooden gate and knocked as wll, giving a small nod to the elf woman,
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 2:50 pm
It had only been an hour after Cyban was released from Enyalius's prison that he put him in ,after defeating Cyban easily on the battlefeild. He saw the gate the sentinels instructed he to go to. As he approched the gate he saw two women stand there. As he came closer one of them, a human cyban thought, began to glare at him with utmost hatred. The other Cyban noticed was an elf, simular perhaps to the ones who crafted "Wisdom" his trusted hammer. He too then knocked apon the enormous gate.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 6:44 pm
Ästeria Moria Ästeria glared at the new commer. He smelled of sweat and blood, and he was a male. Not a good combination. She quickly sized him up, and figured she could probably take him. She really hoped someone let them into the gates soon.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 10:25 am
Cyban noticed the human tencing up like a cat about to pounce. Cyban know making enemies now could cost him his life in the arena. He readied himself anyway preparing for a fight he didn't want. He raised up to his full 11 foot height, his nine thousand pound backing his movements. If him at his most intimidating didn't make her back down he knew that he was going to have fight her. 
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:27 pm
Ästeria Moria Ästeria rolled her eyes as the elephant strutted trying to seem as large and menacing as he could. She couldn't really lame him though, that was just typical male behavior. They had to show how manly they were in anyway possible. She also noted that he prepared himself for a fight. As if. This wasn't the time, nor the place for such activities. Besides, with his size, she would be able to dance circles around his slow movements. No match there. "Elepahant-man, I don't want a fight, I just want to register."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:23 am
Cyban bowed low in the traditional Elephantaur manner and apologized explaning that the last time he came acrossed a female simular to her than he was greeted with the point of a spear. " You now that your never going to get in through the front gate right. The Sentental told me that there will be many labor we must preform to prove our worth". As he finished, words made of blood appeared on the door stating there will be ten trials and that the first starts now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:28 am
The Elf had snuck away into the shadows when the Elephant man had approached. She was always a bit of a nervous woman, so when the behemoth of a man came up and banged on the door; she hid.
With the sound of the Elephant's knock still ringing in her ears, Aubrey slowly approached again as she leaned heavily on the staff in her right hand. She watched the interactions between the two, her eyes shifting when she noticed the door swinging open on its own accord. She smirked as no one else had noticed, and she went slinking inside.
She could feel the power of righteous justice and battle fury in the air as she breathed it in slowly, her slender left hand reaching up to brush away her hood as her long, auburn hair came tumbling down her shoulders. She still walked slow, and with a heavy limp but she didn't seem too concerned about being in danger. She looked perfectly calm, and serene.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 11:06 am
Cyban noticed the elven woman returning. "Elen sila lumenn omentilmo (A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting- english translation for elven greeting)" Cyban had the utmost respect for the woodfolk. He grew up near elves and they taught him there ways in his youth.
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Forsaken Demon Prince Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 11:30 am
talk2hand Sorry to interupt here but this thread is being moved to the RPing forum...on a side note please check out the homepage changes, forums are still being moved, submit suggestions if you have any... emotion_awesome CONTINUE you're doing great
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 11:26 am
Suddenly a huge hydra appeared behind the group, seeing Cyban first because of him being the largest and lunged. It sank six og its nine head fangs deep into Cyban. The vemon in his blood would have kill a minor god, but Cyban still managed to crush the skulls of three heads before the life drained from his body.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 3:47 pm
The Elven woman had greeted him back...but had barely enough time to speak, before the Hydra appeared out of the waters. She jumped back away from it, instinctively protecting herself...but then she realized she had left Cyban behind. It was too late by the time she got there, she knew it by the amount of blood that was rushing from his body.
It was good that he had managed to kill some of the heads, but they would only regenerate later...even angrier then before. Sighing heavily, Aubrey knelt down next to Cyban and touched his cheek with a warm, comforting hand. "Sleep deep in the arms of death, brave warrior; you have earned it." She soothed as she smiled down at him, her navy eyes shining as the wind played with her auburn hair.
To see such loveliness before one died...was a gift from the Gods, truly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 3:51 pm
Ästeria Moria Ästeria eyes widened as a large Hydra materialized out of nowhere. And just as suddenly, it sank its venomous teeth in to the large elephant-man. Three of it's heads were crushed, but Ästeria knew the legends better than that to know that, the elephant man had cursed them with his final act. Two more heads sprouted from where the original had been, creating a total of six heads. What to do now? The only way to kill such beasts was with fire, and she didn't have any of that. She settled on small piercings to the beasts sides, though she knew that would only enrage it. Perhaps while she distracted it, the Elven woman knew some fire magic to finish it off?
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 3:55 pm
Once the Elven woman had said goodbye to the dying Elephant Warrior...she turned and faced the Hydra dead on. She was completely unafraid, it seemed as she approached the water's edge. The Hydra was hissing madly as it prepared to rear backward, all six of the heads baring fangs but just as they were about to attack...the waters under it began to boil super hot and the Hydra began to shriek madly in pain, writhing and beating the waters with its tails.
It was being cooked alive in its own water, it seemed...and the Elf was the one doing it...by praying! She was knelt down by the waters, both hands in the lake and forehead pressed to the sandy ground under her as she chanted in Elvish to the God Poisedon; to bring his hellish fury down on the Hydra, who was supposed to be his Titan! Not some wild beast that kills randomly.
The Hydra continued to shriek as the smell of roasting fish began to fill the air, as the water continued to sizzle and steam all around them.
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