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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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 Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 2:28 pm
A swirling void of chaos and evil, the Demonic Realm is where all that is evil dwells. Massive battles between the five ancient demon family's have torn apart the landscape, leaving the world scarred. Yet for all the evil and destruction, the Demonic Realm holds a sort of beauty. The demons live in a single large city type area that is enclosed by a wall. The rest of the realm is covered in forest, the perfect place for demonic beasts to hide.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:25 pm
The moment Durithill stepped into the bar, it became deatly quiet. People even seemed to forget to order their drinks as they stared at him, but he was used to it. For some reason, this had been happening to him quite often. He didn't know why, but he didn't really care considering he didn't particularly enjoy speaking to people. "A glass of your strongest." he said as he sat down at the counter.
"Y-yes s-sir!" stuttered the bartender who almost tripped over himself as he hurried off to get Durithill's drink.
"Please, sir, don't kill any more of us." said the voice of an old man behind Durithill and he turned around to see an elderly man kneeling on the floor in front of him. "You've already killed our strongest and our young, please let the rest of us be." he begged. Durithill heard the clink of a glass behind him and he drained it before answering the man.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking abou-" he began but he was interupted by a man to his right.
"You b*****d!" roared the man who took a step forward. "You come here with your sword swinging, murdering anyone within range, then you come back and have the nerve to feign ignorance?!"
"Quiet!" whispered the man next to the one who was yelling. "You don't want to anger him, he's the-"
"I don't give a damn who he is, this b*****d's gunna pay for what he did!" roared the first man and he advanced. Durithill stood up though, and the man's nerve seemed to fail him and he began to back up.
"Well, it's been pleasant chatting with you." Durithill said sarcasticaly and a badly scared hand reached out from his sleeve to place three gold coins on the counter. He then left the bar to the amazement of the patrons. What was he talking about? thought Durithill as he walked down the deserted street. Murder innocent people? I've never been here before! Durithill sighed and continued on into the forrest.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:35 pm
The three men laughed as they left the bar. One of them was too drunk to walk straight, and the others seemed to enjoy watching him try to stay vertical. "Come one, it's not safe to be in the streets too long, 'specialy with this dolt." one of them joked, gesturing at the drunk one. The other sober man stopped suddenly and looked to his left towards the forest surrounding the town. "Sometin wrong, Morast?" the third one asked, looking over where Morast was. Morast, however, didn't answer, but instead fell to the ground in two pieces, blood pooling around him. "Morast!" yelled the man, dropping the drunk. "Morast, what the he-" but he didn't get to finish. He too fell dead to the ground, and a man dressed in a black cloak appeared behind the three.
"I dislike fools more than I dislike angels." the man said as he sheathed his blood stained black broadsword. Then he began to laugh and walked quietly away, leaving the three bodies in the dust.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:47 pm
Violent had heard but only rumors of this man which many had claimed as the 'Blood Drinker' Violent's eyes gleamed in the night as a curled smile fell upon her face. It had been such a long time since madness had broken out between the angels and the demons; it was finally time. Hearing rumors that he had been found wandering around bars, Violent took her whip in hand, slowly making her way down the street which was covered in darkness. Suddenly, hearing three men roaring, Violent turned her attention towards them, first seeing just a glimst of them, then a seeing them lie on the ground, unable to move... "Dead..." Was all that came past Violent's lips as she grinned moving closer to the three of the men that lay on the ground, covering in their own blood.
There she saw a man cloak in black stand in front of her, starting to walk away slowly. Keeping in silence, Violent followed behind him as though his shadow keeping her mouth shut, wondering where he was going and if he would notice her at all...
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:53 pm
"So, how long do you plan on following me?" the man asked, continuing to walk down the deserted streets. He looked up at the full moon as he walked, listening at the same time to the faint sounds of terror comming from behind locked doors.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:55 pm
Violent stopped when she heared the man speak, then curled her lip into a grin almost instantly. She looked up at the sky, then back at the cloaked man, walking over towards him, keeping her eyes on him as she began to speak, softly although still clear. "What you did back there... to those men. I'm impressed. There hasn't been anyone you dare to that like you just did. No one since--I don't know even when. Too long for my account to remember. But... you are me... we're a lot alike..." She paused for a moment, wondering what he would say to her before she dare continue.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:07 pm
The man laughed. "Impressed? The slaughter of three fools impresses you? I'm afraid the demons are losing their edge." he said with a mock sigh as he placed his head in his hands. "Oh how I long for the ancient days when mortals, fools and angels alike were slaughtered left and right..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:06 pm
Violent gave a small but shrill laugh to herself softly as she looked over at him, then back at the full moon up above her. Hearing jsut the last part of his sentence directed towards her. Oh how I long for the ancient days when mortals, fools and angels alike were slaughtered left and right... Violent nodded her head briskly, lettting out a small sigh as she glanced her shinning purple eye back at him. "Like you... I wish that it were the ancient days. Theose were the days that I loved the most. But, if we gather some followers..." She paused for a moment, trying to put her emotions into words. "...we could once rule this rule, demons all alike, and there would be no one to stop us. The ancient times aren't gone... we can bring them back." She stated, thrusting her whip out in front of her, looking down upon it, running her hands over the spiny blades waiting for an answer.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:15 pm
"Rule?" the man in the black cloak said with a laugh. "I have no desire to rule. I desire only to sow chaos, misery, and despair for those I dislike, and that I do alone." he said, looking once again at the full moon. "And if you're too young to remember any demon more ruthless than I, than you never experienced the true ancient days." With that, the man in the black cape disappeared, as if he'd only been a mirage.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:18 pm
"More bodies? Wherever I go, there seems to be bodies..." Durithill muttered to himself as he stepped over the three corpses laying between the bar and the building next to it. Though Durithill's black cloak swept over the blood, it didn't stain and Durithill didn't seem to notice. "I wonder when Durimiros will show himself again..." he muttered out loud to himself as he continued to walk distractedly forward.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:29 pm
Adromelek appears to walk out of a wall, the runes cast into the brick of the wall behind him invisible to all but those who had seen Irem itself. He walks forward, the rim of his aba robe dragging behind him in the street. He looks about, not finding anything of immediate interest, and almost decides to turn back. The squalor of this place could be so depressing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:44 pm
Adromelek walked towards a bar after a moment of indecision, he decided he was in the mood for something other than the melange infused alcahol of the Ichwan Bedwine. He walks into the bar and finds a black0cloaked man in his way.
'Excuse me sir, but do you mind moving. I cannot enter with you in my way.'
He asks politely with a thick Chakobsa accent from his time amongst the Bedwine.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:48 pm
"What?" Durithill said, breaking out of his reverie and looking down at Adromelek. "Oh." he said simply, moving out of the way of the entrance. He noticed Violet standing in the street and breifly wondered who she was before turning back to the man who'd spoken. "You're not from here, are you? You smell of Earth." he said, his face, though hidden in shadow, appeared to lift into a quizical expression.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:55 pm
'I am from afar. I am Adromelek of Irem and patron of the Ichwan Bedwine, unlikely is it you having knowledge of them. And you are, my friend?'
He looks back at the man with his completely blue eyes, from the whites to the iris nothing but a darkening blue. Beneath the mouth seal of his desert suit he has a slight smile.
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Durithill the Black Blade Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 7:01 pm
"You shouldn't underestimate a demon of my age, I know plenty." Durithill said with a flicker of his own blue eyes. "As for who I am, I see no need to conceal it since everyone knows I am one, but I'm Durithill Tomasruka." he said, bowing his head slightly, though only enough to be polite.
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