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 Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 2:47 pm
Your journey has come to an end, and ahead of you is the destination you sought. For ahead you see Castle De'Seas.
It is here that your life begins anew, and with it both adventures and glorious battles await.
So take a moment to describe your arrival, and of course, Welcome to Castle De'Seas.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 4:48 am
Gwyndara had been waiting for this, it made her a bit nervous. This time things would be different, this time she might be able to help her friend understand. But that would come later, for now she was the captain of the Crimson Brigade. Life had definitely been treating her good lately. Her mind wandered a bit, this wasn’t like her. Perhaps it was just the upcoming war, and a reunion she wasn’t sure she wanted to have. Well, two actually, but the one she kept buried deep, and the other made her mind wander in nervousness. She shook her head. You’re the captain damn it, snap out of this his Lord ship was expecting the best from her, and by the Gods she was going to give it her best. She was enjoying her stay in the castle and looked forward to her duties.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:56 am
Dark-Intellect In her wolven form she roamed and howled. She had been summoned to the great castle. And only to her Lord did she answer. She passed with ease through the Dark Forest, and through the gardens surrounding the old Keep. She caught the scent of her friend Lady Gwyndara, she briefly thought of stopping, but continued on, for her summoning had been from that of the great Lord, who allowed her to live on his lands. Well under it really, her caves were glorious to her. On she ran through the gates. The guards that saw her shrank back in fear. She laughed to herself. Then quick as lightning she changed into her human form and walked into the great Castles gate house. She wondered why she had been summoned, but supposed it would all become clear in time.
"One of these days, I will get you to speak to me. Or it will be a test as I will surely kill you with my kindness."
The man like the Lord of the Castle wore enchanted armor, impressive it was.
"I am here to escort you to the Kings Chambers.... If you will do me the honor."
His Charm was thick, though it was as he said kindness that he was attempting infuse upon her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 3:13 pm
"Seems war is starting up again old friend..." The shadows behind her would nod: "Indeed it seems so..." Laia would remove her glasses and slip them under her coat, once again she would return to the castle De'Seas. She wasn't summoned she could have just smell the wars with her demonic ability's.
Her demon tail waving from side to side as her red eyes would look over the castle from a distance, she weilded magic therefor could be known as a knight, having been given the ability to control the shadows since she befriended a shadow being even if they were known to be untamable. She had just made a bargain with him that if one day she was to lose herself to her demon...He had the right to kill her then, and only then.
She is wearing a black tube top under a large cape, and large pants that threatened to fall off her hips. Her eyes closed, her other little coco friend, Koro, had made it's way up to her head, Koro sitting itself proudly between it's mistresses horns: "Well, seems I'm the only one excited about this."
Laia chuckled: "Seems so..." She said as she stood, her ice whip on one side of her hip while the other held her sword, she didn't know if she was a mage or a knight...A mix of both really, wielding both magic and melee as well as dexterity weapons, she was a demoness afterall.
Her age, unknown to even herself, since she slept for years in the basement of a church until awoken when the war showed signs of burning up bright once more. She was an ice demoness in all, her feet slowly starting to lead her towards the castle, her hobbies? What hobbies? She killed for a living, that's all she knew, that's all that interested her, she knew no mercy, no love, no joy...Pain was all she knew, hatred.
The shadows rolling in a purple fog around her as she walked, caressing her figure soothingly, black markings on her hips revealing her tribe, but no one could stare at such a location long enough to live to tell which tribe she was from, she despised her tribe.
Finally she stepped through the castle doors towards the mage section where she had faught so long ago, she not even knowing if it was the same king from then, she sat down and would look over the other warriors of this section, she was no lady, she was no mage, she was no knight...She just helped out with the war like the king had helped her out so many years ago...The same king as before she went and lived in a world of nightmares for years of endless torturing? Probably, probably not, she would just wait and see, explaning herself only when the time would come.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:17 am
yuri_koneko_Laia "Seems war is starting up again old friend..." The shadows behind her would nod: "Indeed it seems so..." Laia would remove her glasses and slip them under her coat, once again she would return to the castle De'Seas. She wasn't summoned she could have just smell the wars with her demonic ability's. Her demon tail waving from side to side as her red eyes would look over the castle from a distance, she weilded magic therefor could be known as a knight, having been given the ability to control the shadows since she befriended a shadow being even if they were known to be untamable. She had just made a bargain with him that if one day she was to lose herself to her demon...He had the right to kill her then, and only then. She is wearing a black tube top under a large cape, and large pants that threatened to fall off her hips. Her eyes closed, her other little coco friend, Koro, had made it's way up to her head, Koro sitting itself proudly between it's mistresses horns: "Well, seems I'm the only one excited about this." Laia chuckled: "Seems so..." She said as she stood, her ice whip on one side of her hip while the other held her sword, she didn't know if she was a mage or a knight...A mix of both really, wielding both magic and melee as well as dexterity weapons, she was a demoness afterall. Her age, unknown to even herself, since she slept for years in the basement of a church until awoken when the war showed signs of burning up bright once more. She was an ice demoness in all, her feet slowly starting to lead her towards the castle, her hobbies? What hobbies? She killed for a living, that's all she knew, that's all that interested her, she knew no mercy, no love, no joy...Pain was all she knew, hatred. The shadows rolling in a purple fog around her as she walked, caressing her figure soothingly, black markings on her hips revealing her tribe, but no one could stare at such a location long enough to live to tell which tribe she was from, she despised her tribe. Finally she stepped through the castle doors towards the mage section where she had faught so long ago, she not even knowing if it was the same king from then, she sat down and would look over the other warriors of this section, she was no lady, she was no mage, she was no knight...She just helped out with the war like the king had helped her out so many years ago...The same king as before she went and lived in a world of nightmares for years of endless torturing? Probably, probably not, she would just wait and see, explaning herself only when the time would come. As she sat there, she soon found her momentary distraction with her familiars disrupted as a humming sound soon was heard. At first she did not see the source, but from the volume of the sound increasing. It was moving towards her. Soon some manner of what she could only describe as a Knight approached her. It was no mere Knight she had ever seen before, but then to attempt to describe what it was, well was almost beyond her ability to do so. Her senses reached out to discern what manner of.... Creature it was, but upon touching it she was surprised to find out that it was not even alive. No life source or sould was detected within its metallic hide. Worst though, she also discerned no magical aura of any kind. Her conclusions came to a test as she could only assume that what had entered her field of vision was some kind of Automaton. Mere feet away, a new sound sounded as the automaton began to speak. Its voice sounding nothing more than something from the depths of a grave.... Or worst. "I am Sir Steel. I have been sent to escort you to his Lordships suite. If you would please follow me."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:40 am
Gwyndara Gwyndara had been waiting for this, it made her a bit nervous. This time things would be different, this time she might be able to help her friend understand. But that would come later, for now she was the captain of the Crimson Brigade. Life had definitely been treating her good lately. Her mind wandered a bit, this wasn’t like her. Perhaps it was just the upcoming war, and a reunion she wasn’t sure she wanted to have. Well, two actually, but the one she kept buried deep, and the other made her mind wander in nervousness. She shook her head. You’re the captain damn it, snap out of this his Lord ship was expecting the best from her, and by the Gods she was going to give it her best. She was enjoying her stay in the castle and looked forward to her duties. As Gwyndara was caught up in her revelry, it was soon disrupted as magical enchantments sounded within the Castle Proper. The sound was magical mouths of a sort. "Intruder, Main Hall, Intruder, Main Hall." Gwyndara suprised by the daring intruder knew it would be short lived as Castle Golems would animate to subdue the person. Still it was only natural that she moved to investigate with all due haste. When she arrived, she came upon a dust clouded room, strewn about the floor was what appeared to be the remains of the Golems. Though still standing in the middle amoungst it all, was a dark clad man. There was a faint shimmering aura about him, and in his hand an ancient looking sword. The man himself was a read headed man. Human, and handsome. His clothing though covered up any other details that could be detected. His eyes though shocked her for where the white of the eye, the iris, and even the pupil None could be seen. Only a silver metallic look that filled the socket. "I hate Golems," the man began. The man began to brush himself off after placing his sword back into his scabbard. Soon appearing out of nowhere flew landing upon the mans shoulder was a small black dragon like creature. Gywndara knew it to be a Drake. "Hey, honey, you got company," said the little drake. Taking note of Gwyndara he looked at her. "Oh.... My apologies... I certainly hope they were not your pets. I am Captain Sherman J. Christophers of the Spelljamming Ship Entente'. This is my Familiar Shadasai. King A'Asteran is expecting me."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 6:28 pm
L'Ange, Lady of the Bow walked slowly towards the Gatehouse's entrance, coming from the Dark Forest. As she walked, her cape followed her every movement, gently flowing behind her. She suddenly stopped and revealed her face from her hood as she lifted her head and looked at the sky. It was a perfect night, there were no clouds in the sky, the stars shining brightly and the moon glowing to its fullest, giving her a mysterious look. As she clutched her sword located at her lower back into her hands to make sure she wouldn’t be given any trouble upon arriving, she whispered something to herself,
"It has been a long time, my old friend..."
After whispering this, she continued to make way towards the castle, as if suddenly, it started raining. Soon, she was completely soaked to the bone, her clothes stuck on her. L'Ange suddenly started walking a bit faster to the castle, hoping to get out of the cold before she were to get sick, also in hopes of getting dry clothing. She sheathed her sword and actually started running towards the castle as it started thundering. She finally got to the gate as it automatically opened, she entered...
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 6:48 pm
L'Ange entered the Castle quickly, and from an upper tier, shrouded in shadows, she was observed. It was a simple spell requiring the simplest gesture and incantation. The large towel appeared, and a grin appeared on his face.
He through the towel and soundly hit L'Ange in the head. She of course reacted, and for a second her body began to move to a combat stance, but only momentary as she knew who threw the towel at her.
"Its easier to bathe nude..."
L'Ange looked up at the upper tier seeing the King standing there. She felt the sensations of 'home.'
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:33 pm
Without saying a word, Dark-Intellcet barely acknowledged the Knight at her side. She walked beside the man, when they entered the destined chamber, she briefly made eye contact with Lady Gwyndara Then as silently as she had wlaked, she gracefully knelt upon one knee, her head bowed low before her king.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:37 pm
Christophers Gwyndara Gwyndara had been waiting for this, it made her a bit nervous. This time things would be different, this time she might be able to help her friend understand. But that would come later, for now she was the captain of the Crimson Brigade. Life had definitely been treating her good lately. Her mind wandered a bit, this wasn’t like her. Perhaps it was just the upcoming war, and a reunion she wasn’t sure she wanted to have. Well, two actually, but the one she kept buried deep, and the other made her mind wander in nervousness. She shook her head. You’re the captain damn it, snap out of this his Lord ship was expecting the best from her, and by the Gods she was going to give it her best. She was enjoying her stay in the castle and looked forward to her duties. As Gwyndara was caught up in her revelry, it was soon disrupted as magical enchantments sounded within the Castle Proper. The sound was magical mouths of a sort. "Intruder, Main Hall, Intruder, Main Hall." Gwyndara suprised by the daring intruder knew it would be short lived as Castle Golems would animate to subdue the person. Still it was only natural that she moved to investigate with all due haste. When she arrived, she came upon a dust clouded room, strewn about the floor was what appeared to be the remains of the Golems. Though still standing in the middle amoungst it all, was a dark clad man. There was a faint shimmering aura about him, and in his hand an ancient looking sword. The man himself was a read headed man. Human, and handsome. His clothing though covered up any other details that could be detected. His eyes though shocked her for where the white of the eye, the iris, and even the pupil None could be seen. Only a silver metallic look that filled the socket. "I hate Golems," the man began. The man began to brush himself off after placing his sword back into his scabbard. Soon appearing out of nowhere flew landing upon the mans shoulder was a small black dragon like creature. Gywndara knew it to be a Drake. "Hey, honey, you got company," said the little drake. Taking note of Gwyndara he looked at her. "Oh.... My apologies... I certainly hope they were not your pets. I am Captain Sherman J. Christophers of the Spelljamming Ship Entente'. This is my Familiar Shadasai. King A'Asteran is expecting me." Annoyed by this man's antics she waved away the distraction of the dead Golems. "This way to the king." was all she said, turning and walking away. She walked into the chamber where the King stood, she took her place at his right hand side. She stood silently beside him. Gwyndara watched as her fellow knight escorted the Druid Sorceress into the room, her eyes met briefly with the woman, just before Dark-Intellect knelt before the King. Gwyndara knew the woman would Reamin thus until he bid her to rise. She then looked out across the room, it was growing in numbers, which gave her reason to hope.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:58 am
Galen_AAsteran L'Ange entered the Castle quickly, and from an upper tier, shrouded in shadows, she was observed. It was a simple spell requiring the simplest gesture and incantation. The large towel appeared, and a grin appeared on his face. He through the towel and soundly hit L'Ange in the head. She of course reacted, and for a second her body began to move to a combat stance, but only momentary as she knew who threw the towel at her. "Its easier to bathe nude..." L'Ange looked up at the upper tier seeing the King standing there. She felt the sensations of 'home.' L’Ange took the towel from her head and smiled at him as she started wiping her face from the water. After seeing her King standing in the upper tier in the shadows, she decided to walk up the stairs and go see him. Galen stood out from the shadows and revealed a huge smile on his face. He opened his arms and hugged L’Ange, she returned the hug. As they broke apart she said to him, “It has been a while, my Lord” She smiled. Taking off her heavy wet cape and placing it under her arm.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:19 am
cutieangel246 L’Ange took the towel from her head and smiled at him as she started wiping her face from the water. After seeing her King standing in the upper tier in the shadows, she decided to walk up the stairs and go see him. Galen stood out from the shadows and revealed a huge smile on his face. He opened his arms and hugged L’Ange, she returned the hug. As they broke apart she said to him, “It has been a while, my Lord” She smiled. Taking off her heavy wet cape and placing it under her arm. The King quickly slipped in a kiss on her cheek.. "Yes it has been, quite too long if you ask me. I am glad you could make it. I hear the Druids finally wised up and made you their Ranger Lord." The King paused as he watched her begin to dry herself. "Just leave the cape, one of the servants will fetch it and dry it for you. Why don't you get up here...." The King smiled. "Tell me, L'Ange... Still good at Parkour?" There was another pause from the King. "From where you are, to where I stand." A vague look came across her face, and a broader smile was upon the King as he disappeared only to reappear across the expanse on the other side of the room. "Well?" The King chuckled a little, but he did so enjoy watching her using her skills.
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