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LordJaxTheSadistic Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 10:23 pm
Throne room to the leading monarch duo for the kingdom of 'iilhi 
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2019 5:55 pm
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 Main Theme╔════════════════════════════╗ "You could've caused a war, Christof" All Father Abba said shaking his head in disgust. Chrstof rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The prince's parents, The High Mother and All Father was sitting in the throne. All Father Abba was seated on the throne as High Mother Abra was positioned on his lap. Christof scoffed as his father scolded him. "We shouldn't have to have permission to go into sites of our heritage, father" Christof huffed as he finally decided to speak. "We outnumber all the other kingdoms; we should be able to take our sites and rights whenever we-" Christof began to shout but froze seeing High Mother Abra raise his hand. "Time and time i tell you this; just because we have the power doesn't mean we should use it" Abra sneered as he lowered his hand. "The demons are mighty; they have nothing to lose. So that makes them just as dangerous as we are" High Mother Abra stated shaking his head. Christof through his arms up. Christof was pacing back and forth. Listening to his parents scolding him. "We house three armies within our kingdom!" Christof looking back to his parents. "The Emerald Knights, The Solar Warriors and The Lunar Guardians; Three powerful armies that help this kingdom rise to the top!" Christof said swiping his arm across his body. Giving his blond hair a flip; Christof sighed in annoyance yet again. "We could take down the beast kingdom and the demon kingdom at the same time if we desired!" Christof said glaring up to his parents. High Mother Abra stood up; pushing away Abba's hand as he attempted to grab the High Mother. "Enough! Insolent and spoiled, child!" Abra snipped as he descended down the steps of the thrown. Walking towards his son. Abra's head turned a jet black, his skin began to pale like a ghost. Christof blinked and gulped in fear. The entire throne room began to darken. "We do not abuse the power the first All Father and High Mother bestowed upon us! We respect it and use it accordingly!" High Mother Abra snipped as he stopped before his son. Christof cringed in fear. Christof looked around as he noticed red menacing eyes filled the dark and blackened room. The Lunar Guardians began to rise from the shadows. Christof kneeled down and bowed in front of Abra. "You will be still! You will not leave the capital city" High Mother Abra sneered as he began to slowly calm down. The jet black hair returning to his glowing blond hair, his skin returning to the normal smooth tanish color it had before. The room still remained dark and The Lunar Guardians remained in position. The Emerald Knights and Solar Warriors that occupied the throne room felt antsy. "Stand and go occupy yourself, Christof. If you wish to continue to be the first heir to the throne i expect you to act like it" Abra said turning and walking back to the throne. As the room returned to light, the lunar guardians vanished along with the dark. Abra sat back on Abba's lap. Christof bowed his head before turning and storming out of the throne room. As he was leaving the high council were entering. Clear his parent's had a meeting with them. ╚════════════════════════════╝ High Mother(Final Battle)
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LordJaxTheSadistic Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 5:09 pm
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Main Theme╔════════════════════════════╗ The castle surely was having a rough day. There was just a recent Unbound demon freshly defeated. Then just at the end of that, a small child from a village within the kingdom appeared. Near exhaustion from the running in distress he had just done. High Mother Abra and All Father Aba couldn't even sit in their throne. They were too frantic. They were on too much of high alert. High Mother Abra was dressed in a sparkling and regal yellow gown. All Father Aba was dressed in a strong brown leather and armored attire. The High Mother's crown was glittering and sparkling as their dress. The All Father's crown was shined and strong as he stood. The two monarchs were not pleased. All Father Abba stepped forward. "You two, Go get Prince Christof and Princess Hana. Make haste!" The All Father commanded. His voice roaring as if he were a lion. The throne room shook form his roar. The two knights jumped up. The two knights scrambled and rushed out of the throne room. Rushing to get the two royal children. The High Mother raised their elegant hand. "Get this child some water! Now!" The Mother commanded sharply. A knight scrambled and ran out the door to a servant. It wasn't even two minutes before the knight came back with a blanket and water for the child. The knight gave the child the water and wrapped the blanket around them. The side The All Father stood on seemed to shine bright as if the sun stood behind him. "Knights of the just and pure. Knights who walk in the radiant light! I call to you!" All Father Abba said raising his mighty fist. From the blinding light behind him figures leaped around the throne room. The Solar Warriors began to fill the side of the room Abba stood. All the Solar Warriors were in a bowing position facing the other wall. High Mother Abra stood just as firm and proud as his glorious husband. The side the High Mother stood on seemed to dim and darken. As if it was the night time and the moon stood behind the High Mother. "Walkers of the night, Guardians of the divines who hold the light, Come and bend thy knee" High Mother Abra chanted in his own enchanting and musing voice. In that moment, from the radiating lunar light behind Abra, figures began to leap from. Dark elves occupied the side of the room Abra stood. The Lunar Guardians were in the same bowing position but facing the Solar Warriors. "Protectors of our sacred kingdom, Knights of law and order, come forth!" Both Abra and Abba called out. Bursting from the throne room doors, The Emerald Knights filled in as well. The Emerald Knights bowing down. Positioned in the middle of the throne room, facing the two monarchs. Facing the small child hold their cup of water and clenching onto their blanket for warmth and protection. Now they all waited for the royal children to come to finish this gathering. ╚════════════════════════════╝ High Mother(Final Battle)
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 6:31 pm
 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒶, 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 '𝒾𝒾𝓁𝒽𝒾 ❁_____________________________ тнε εℓvεη кιηg∂σм's ғℓσωεя🇮🇸🇳'🇹 🇮🇹 🇱🇴🇻🇪🇱🇾, 🇦🇱🇱 🇦🇱🇴🇳🇪? 🇭🇪🇦🇷🇹 🇲🇦🇩🇪 🇴🇫 🇬🇱🇦🇸🇸, 🇲🇾 🇲🇮🇳🇩 🇴🇫 🇸🇹🇴🇳🇪 🇹🇪🇦🇷 🇲🇪 🇹🇴 🇵🇮🇪🇨🇪🇸, 🇸🇰🇮🇳 🇹🇴 🇧🇴🇳🇪 🇭🇪🇱🇱🇴, 🇼🇪🇱🇨🇴🇲🇪 🇭🇴🇲🇪...
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ✿✼*｡.. { The princess had made her way to the throne room, wearing her most elegant gown of white and lilac trim, returning from leaving Abu with the Head Maid to take to Albus. Her crown glistened beautifully from her long braid as she then walked and bowed to her parents. "I have come to your summons, Dearest mother and father, All Father and High Mother." Then without delay, she had taken her spot upon her throne before she rose a hand.
"The Clerics who lift ailment of the earth and vine, They who have given their lives to the sick and unfortunate, come and make your presence known in this great hall." It had then seemed as if they descended like angels from above, taking their places in the outer rings of the other factions and taking a knee. Now they needed to wait for her brother.
🇮 🇦🇱🇼🇦🇾🇸 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇮 🇲🇮🇬🇭🇹 🇧🇪 🇧🇦🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮'🇲 🇸🇺🇷🇪 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮🇹'🇸 🇹🇷🇺🇪 '🇨🇦🇺🇸🇪 🇮 🇹🇭🇮🇳🇰 🇾🇴🇺'🇷🇪 🇸🇴 🇬🇴🇴🇩 🇦🇳🇩 🇮'🇲 🇳🇴🇹🇭🇮🇳🇬 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇾🇴🇺 ...
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LordJaxTheSadistic Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 7:56 pm
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Main Theme╔════════════════════════════╗ The High Mother and All Father bowed their heads in respect to the appearance of their second child, Princess Hand. With following reality, The Princess summoned her own personal faction. The clerics descended into the throne room taking their rightful place. All bowing in respects to their leaders. The All Father went to speak until the sound of the throne room doors were slammed back opened. "Now this is a site to behold! 'iilihi's mightiest factions! Gathered here together! I feel sorry to the one dares to strike us" Christof said with his normal jokers grin. His shirt was still unbuttoned and somewhat crinkled. Christof stepped up the steps and then took his position by his throne. "Did I miss the fun yet?" Christof grinned a bit then. The prince noticed his family's glaring and gave a small innocent chuckle before looking forward to the young boy in the middle of the throne room. "Young one, please know what you are claiming can ensure war with the Demon Kingdom" High Mother Abra said gently and sweetly to the young boy. "You say the demon left you with a message, we are all here. You are safe within our walls" AllFather Abba spoke gently. Well as gently as his massive and thunderous voice would allow. The knight he was kneeling next to the child gently patted their back. Giving them a reassuring smile with a nod. Letting him know he would be safe and could fully deliver the message. ╚════════════════════════════╝ High Mother(Final Battle)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2019 1:57 pm
Barreling through the doors of throne room came a young elf, who could at a glance be deemed no older than ten or twenty. With guards in chase of the young lad who had blown passed all security and barriers without hesitation for ever minute meant more than the world. Behind him were patrons, royalty, councilmen, more guards, but none of them would stop him from squirming his way to the front of the throne room until a handful of guards finally seized him and restrained him, all the while the child cried out. "My village's been destroyed by attacking demons! I have a letter from them for the royal family!" The child said, swaying the letter over his head frantically, attempting to keep it from being pried away from him. It was only by the good grace of the King and Queen that he had been freed from his restraints and given room to breath and speak, but he had to wait to speak. The family was not all gathered. The boy, shoe-less was bleeding from his feet, all over his body and clothes were ripe bruises that showed his long distance traveled over the several hour run. Had the child not been suffering physically and mentally, he was sure he would have been in awe. The throne room was glorious, the people inside it were just as extravagant, and the royalty were radiant. But one of them cause him so much pain.
As the royal family was called to be gathered the boy was given food and a blanket, both of which he happily accepted. The water was guzzled down in an instant, one cup was like an oasis in a desert for his throat. "Can I have another?" He called up to the knight as he wrapped himself in the blanket, clutching the letter in his hand gripped tight causing the paper inside to crumple in his grip. The wait killed him more than the run, as the guards went to claim the children. First came the princess Hana, in her radiant beauty that nearly blinded the child at first glance. She was like a dream every little boy from his village would pray to catch even a glimpse of in their sleep, but before his very eyes. The child hadn't a crush in the village, but he had one now, though wholly unattainable a child could dream. Then came the sight that would bring the child to tears, balling that would bring him to his knees over a moment as the waterworks began. Christof walked in the throne room, and all the child could must in his small mind was, it's all his fault. It was then that he was called upon to read the letter, with a warm voice and a reassuring pat on the back he felt he had to work up the spine to say it. He must, else the people in the village would die. Though, the young lad did not know that the buried were long dead.
Licking his lips shakily, the elf drew the crumpled letter from beneath the blanket, though something strange about the letter showed right away. The seal of the letter was broken, the wax emblem of the demon general hung loosely above it's designated location on the envelope. The child was aware, but quickly drew the paper from the envelope and held it up to his face to yell out. "Greetings Lord and Lady Abba and Abra, the All Father and High Queen of Iilhi'. To the young princess, the flower of the elven kingdom, Hana. And most importantly the young prince Christof, a weed among flowers. If you are hearing this, the young lad has successfully found his way to your throne room, or died somewhere along the way and scavengers have brought this to your attention later than I would have hoped. I care not either way. I send you this later to congratulate the young prince, Christof, on his first official declaration of war, and not long after a peace treaty had been agreed on as well. The lack of patience is truly astonishing, but I cannot fault the young man too much, I've awaited a massacre for a long time. And a massacre it was, your men were unaware aggression had started back up and made for easy pickings without their best wits about them. It's a shame, that might have been avoidable if they'd known. I shouldn't keep you much longer, as a token of my appreciation to the young prince I've given you a chance to save some of the villagers of Ford'emain. At the cities center you'll find a large clearing. Dig down, but be quick about it. I'll expect a response soon. Make haste, the wheel of time is turning." The boy said, tearing up as he finished and collapsed to his knees once more.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2019 4:41 pm
𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒶, 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 '𝒾𝒾𝓁𝒽𝒾 ❁_____________________________ тнε εℓvεη кιηg∂σм's ғℓσωεя🇮🇸🇳'🇹 🇮🇹 🇱🇴🇻🇪🇱🇾, 🇦🇱🇱 🇦🇱🇴🇳🇪? 🇭🇪🇦🇷🇹 🇲🇦🇩🇪 🇴🇫 🇬🇱🇦🇸🇸, 🇲🇾 🇲🇮🇳🇩 🇴🇫 🇸🇹🇴🇳🇪 🇹🇪🇦🇷 🇲🇪 🇹🇴 🇵🇮🇪🇨🇪🇸, 🇸🇰🇮🇳 🇹🇴 🇧🇴🇳🇪 🇭🇪🇱🇱🇴, 🇼🇪🇱🇨🇴🇲🇪 🇭🇴🇲🇪...
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ✿✼*｡.. { A look of disdain came across the features of the princess when her brother had entered so. A joking matter this was not, and the cries of the child caused her to glare at him.
But she had then refocused her attention upon the small one, Her expression turning into one of horror as he told his story. Her brother had caused this suffering? He had declared war? Her eyes had then went to him, showing their disappointment. He may not care, but that wasn't going to stop her.
"Young one, You have delivered this message bravely with such heavy burdens on your soul. Come forth and allow me to heal your wounds and rejuvenate you." She told him softly, a plant already growing beside her with a beautiful flower growing beside it. "My nectars will help you, do not be afraid little one." She reached out a hand.
As she had done so, she looked at her family. She knew and they knew that demons did not leave people alive, this baiting for them to come and search could very well be a trap.
As such, it should be discussed in private.
🇮 🇦🇱🇼🇦🇾🇸 🇹🇭🇴🇺🇬🇭🇹 🇮 🇲🇮🇬🇭🇹 🇧🇪 🇧🇦🇩 🇳🇴🇼 🇮'🇲 🇸🇺🇷🇪 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇮🇹'🇸 🇹🇷🇺🇪 '🇨🇦🇺🇸🇪 🇮 🇹🇭🇮🇳🇰 🇾🇴🇺'🇷🇪 🇸🇴 🇬🇴🇴🇩 🇦🇳🇩 🇮'🇲 🇳🇴🇹🇭🇮🇳🇬 🇱🇮🇰🇪 🇾🇴🇺 ...
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2019 6:05 pm
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Main Theme╔════════════════════════════╗ The throne room fell totally silent as the young child shared the message and story. As the message was told eyes would fall on Christof and fall back to the child. Christof stood proud and firm as he normally did. Hana was the first to step down and address the child. The two main monarchs were silent. Watching up on the podium their thrones stood upon. Once Hana looked back to them it all happened. The entire throne room erupted into chatter. Questions after questions after comments followed by more comments. Factions were debating on what to do. The council shouting over them. The High Mother's face grew grim and sad. The All Father shook his head noticing the change in his queens aura. The All Father stepped forward and stood at the top of the step. The All Father released a lions roar. The roar shaking the very core of the throne room. Silencing every single voice. The throne room fell as silent as an abandoned village. Everyone looking back up to ruling king and queen. The High Mother stepped forward standing next to The All Father. "Young one, your resolve knows no bounds. To travel from one of this kingdoms farthest villages" The High Mother spoke sadly to him. "Please escort him to a room, you will be provided with care" The High Mother smiled sadly to the young elf child. The High Mother raised their hand. The knight nodded and looked back to the young elf. Nodding to the young elf the knight escorted him out of the throne room. Taking him to a bunch of servants who would take him to be washed, clothed and cared for. "These are still the early stages, War possibly could not ensue" The All Father called out to the mass in the throne room. Christof crossed his arms and shook his head. "Don't be too sure father, They massacred and entire village of ours. It's clear where the demons wish to take this" Christof said rolling his eyes. "You do not speak, boy!" The All Father roared as he angrily snipped to Christof. Christof slightly flinched from the lions roar aimed to him. The High Mother's eyes were shimmering and beautiful. As if he was in some sort of trance. "Villagers still remain, clinging to their coils, there is time but we must act quickly" High Mother Abra said in a beautiful sing song voice. The All Father gave a beast like growl. "My queen...." All Father Abba said with much sadness and anger in his heart. The High Mother simply nodded their head. "My shadow will cast where I please. My tears fall as my judgement rises" High Mother Abra began to chant. The darkness that covered their side of the throne room soon covered the entire throne room. The Lunar Guardians all began to stand up. Wielding all their perspective weapons. Giving enchanting yet tribal like hums and grunts. "Wherever my shadows touch, my will shall go" High Mother Abra said as glittering tears fell down their cheek. The Lunar Guardians humming and grunting grew louder and louder. "Cast out the corrupt and wicked, Make the evil and fallen feel my woe!" The High Mother Abra chanted as their entire body illuminated like a spectral divinity wrapped in the luminescence of the moonlight. The throne room was moon dressed and gloomed. The Lunar Guardians musically and magically cheered as The High Mother's shadow expanded past the the throne room. It ran out of the castle and filled the very skies of the entire elven kingdom. It wasn't a shadow filled with evil. It was a shadow filled with divine embrace and a divines glittering tears guised as the stars. The Lunar Guardians all faded into the enchanted shadows High Mother Abra casted through out the realm. The humming and grunts still lingered and echoed in the throne room. High Mother held their hands up. As regal as any queen could be who would send their divine troop to save their own. Once the Lunar Guardians finished their enchanting exit, All father Abba stepped forward. The All Fathers illuminating light balanced out the shadows Abra had casted. "My brothers in arms! Go within my light!" The All Father commanded with his earth shaking voice. The Solar Warriors stood tall at the ready. "You are the light that loves the dark! Carry our light! Hold 'iilihi in our hands! Cast out any who oppose!" The All Father spoke with passion. As he spoke the Solar Warriors gave shouts and calls of rally. The Throne room was shaking with voices that seemed to mimic that of a pack of lions. "Hold our borders! Protect them!! This is our home!" The All Father roared with a raised fist. Through his raised first, the shining light behind him beamed brightly. The beaming light blasted out of the glorious hall. As the light zoomed over the shadows it carried the rallied Solar Warriors with them. All Father Abba's divine light raised and covered the kingdoms borders. Taking powerful Solar Warriors with it. "Emerald Knights! Our city is your duty!" The two monarchs said in unison. The Emerald Knight's were just as rallied and hyped up. The emerald knights zoomed out of the throne room and began to fill the streets and every corner of the capital city. Now only the royal family and the council members remained. "My daughter, stay within these walls. Rally your clerics. In your mother and I's absence our city and people will look to your for wisdom and health" All Father Abba said smiling hopefully to his daughter and her troop of elite healers. "What are you two doing?" Christof asked sneering his eyes then. The All Father glared back to Christof. "We are going to speak with Queen Solaris and her general. You may have risk everything your mother and I worked for. So it will be us who will attempt to save it. My queen summon them to the neutral grounds" All Father Abba said walking over to their throne. Picking up his sword and attaching it to his hip. The High Mother plucked a strand of their own hair. Tossing it up into the air, the strand of hair shifted into a beautiful yet massive hawk. The hawk shouted in it's glowing and spectral beauty. Now flying out of the window to deliver the message. "You will not leave this castle unless dire times rise, Christof. You caused enough damage! Come my queen!" All Father Abba said walking over to The High Mother. Taking Abra's hand like the extreme gentlemen he was, The All Father elegantly and slowly guided The High Mother down the steps of the thrones. The two monarchs quickly leaving the throne room. To go to Neutram Pax. Christof gave an annoyance huff and stomped down the steps. "Speak not to me, sister! I've heard enough!" Christof shouted to Hana as he stormed out of the throne room. ╚════════════════════════════╝ High Mother(Final Battle)
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LordJaxTheSadistic Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 9:48 pm
As the child finished reading the letter he folded the paper back up and put it back in the envelope. The child was in full tears as the leaders began to give their commands to their troops, even offering the child healing and a room to stay in. He would have to accept, with no one left at home to care for him, he would be better off within the comfort of royal strangers than the harsh cruel world outside. He wished he could truly enjoy the grand scene that any elven child would have dreamed of seeing, the cavalry was all there, but he was in too much shock. He could hardly believe he was alive, as close to death as he was. Was he worthy of being healed? Should he just die on the spot? No... No... That's not what the man who saved him would want, he still had something to do. Oh yes. As the beautiful princess offered him once again to be healed he looked up to her with a flushed face, approaching her as the room began to clear out and men became to busy to monitor their movements. The young lad took her by the hand with a bruised but soft hand gently. "Please, take good care of me." He stated humbly and softly before the princess before being taken away to see his own room for the time being.
He was healed and nourished back to an acceptable state before being brought to his room by the lead cleric. He smiled up to the woman one last time before he would be ushered away to allow her to return to her duties. As she let go of his hand, he quickly went to retrieve hers again, taking both her hands in his and tugging her slightly to grab her attention. Raising a hand to his mouth to block one of the sides of his mouth, in a way to imply what he was about to say was to be shared between the two of them alone, he whispered. "A man saved me on my way here, and simply asked me to give you this message. Tonight, after the meeting of the monarchs, arrive at the balcony of the west wing just as the sun is setting. Come alone, or with one person whom you can trust to keep a secret. Oh, and." When the boy finished his whisper, he lowered his hand from his mouth and raised a single finger once again. Pressing the finger to his lips, he shushed her, the shush lingering in the air for a moment before the child smiled and laughed. "Thank you, Princess." The child said, gripping the letter in his hands once again as he turned to go to his room. But before the child could enter his room and close the door, sliding from within the envelope came a thin strand of paper that seemed to move on it's own. A folded piece, intricately designed in a way that was not clear at first. It dropped to the floor as the boy closed the door, sitting there as the sound of the door closing filled the silent space. Quickly the paper popped to form, making the shape of an oragami hummingbird that with rapid graceful movements quickly ascended into the air and disappeared among the shadows.
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