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Post by Kayan Othie » Wed Jan 09, 2019 2:41 pm

Niyo could not remember when the huge gaint bats started chasing them. A moment ago they were flying atop his mist beast towards the flames while trying to enjoy the night sky and their surroundings below. All this was new to Niyo and his friend Jakal and they were enjoying every moment. They had been travelling for most of the night in hopes of making it to the city of the flames by Dawn seeing as they were taking a straight path.

Suddenly there was a loud monstrous shriek in the distance and before long a horde of gaint bats was behind them. Niyo dared to look. He made out about 10 huge beasts nearly the size of his bird. They were shrieking loudly and trying to catch up to them. They were humoungus creatures in the likeness of bats. They were beings darker than the night itself with dark bright red eyes and huge wide wings ending in claws.

"What are those?" His friend Jakal screamed as he held on tightly onto Niyo. "I don't want to find out,"e shouted back. He had to create distance between him and those beasts. He did not want to find out what would happen when they got an inch closer.

He willed his bird to go faster but after all the hours of flight it could only go so fast. The bird drew strength from Niyo since he is the one who willed it to life. The eagle gave a quick dive and propelled itself leaving a burst of mist behind it. Niyo suffered a whiplash and nearly fell off the creature. But it had served it's purpose, the monster bats were far off behind them and St Carolina only Dawn away from their reach.

Out of no where, there was a loud shriek in sky around them. A black soot engulfed Niyo, his friend and their eagle. The soot had the most pungent smell Niyo had ever come across. It stung at his nose and burnt at his eyes. Jakal gave a loud unnatural scream as he pulled into Niyo more tightly. The eagle gave a loud cry and Niyo felt it vanish into the mist.

Niyo was blind from the effects of the black suit. His nose ached so badly, he became dizzy and nauseated. Their bird has vanished under them and he could hear his own voice and Jakal's as they descended down. Suddenly something grabbed at his leg. Claws he realized, they dug deep into his flesh, scream was all he could before his consciousness started fading.

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Post by Swag Cat » Wed Jan 09, 2019 9:29 pm

Mara stood adamantly at her place because she was in a mindset where no one could shake her belief. She was looking straight into Athena's eyes and she was still confused why an Elf helped her. This was out of character for an Elf to protect other species. She could not trust her fully but what was that warmth sensation she was feeling. Was she feeling safe with that Elf? A friendly feeling ? No, that could not be true. She heard the name of the Elf." Athena?" She paused before telling the Elf her name. " I am Mara, a fallen soldier". That was an intense moment where both individuals were quiet just speculating the behavior of the other. Even though, they did not utter a word but their eyes were clear in giving the message what would happen next.

Hearing some praise and words of encouragement from an Elf, she felt a little optimistic that everything was not lost. There was still hope. " As a soldier, I have to be strong physically and mentally. I am grateful for what you went through only to help me in the dire need". She answered back oblivious of the fact that despite having major blows, she was still alive. Because of the Demonic influence on her coupled with the healing power of the Elf, she was now in good shape. Although she had some wounds still open but she could engage herself in battle once again.

She picked her sword up and before she could bid farewell to the Elf, she felt her armour glow again and it was getting fixed with some fabric material she was not aware of. " T.. Thank you, Miss Athena". This was followed what appeared to be a stern warning that they are not safe there. Athena was right this time but before she could react. She felt an intense energy wave at the battle ground. She heard the horse of Athena jumping in fear, apparently. Mara was perplexed now, she was in dilemma whether to go to the battle arena or just go with Athena. She looked at her again and this time, her eyes said Something else. Those eyes were the eyes of a Blood lust Warrior. Mara was sure that Athena would definitely go to the Battle Zone. Was she going there to avenge her kind? That was the only thing she could logically understand.

She saw Athena going in the direction of the Battle field. There was something strange in the battle field. The presence of a third species. This war was escalating faster than she could realize. A fight between two species now involved four species: humans, orcs , elves and a person of the unknown species. She could tell by feeling the energy of that man so far away from the battle field. And Athena had gone only to face them all at once. It was a Suicide!

She could not let that happen. " I have to help her!" She collected all of her strength and was taking deep breath. She knew only fuelling her anger would make her more stronger. While recollecting energy for her body and making her mind to fight again. She felt something different about the field. She was not feeling anything from Orcs and the Elves. All she could feel a sensation that she felt from Athena. Could that it be? Athena could be facing that guy? There were many questions in her mind for which she needed answers. Although, she could feel the presence of other entities from a distance but she could never predict their actions or movements. Since she was not able to feel any energy from Orcs and Elves, she could not rule out that those races were defeated. But who defeated them? Did that unknown person defeat them? Or Athena defeated them? Or were they just comrads and fought together to defeat those races.

But she felt some more energy waves before getting to a halt. She saw some human enforcements coming in. One of those asked" Are you okay?" She took a sigh of relief and she could not Express how happy she felt seeing those Angels coming to revive them. " You guys are late!". Although she would have loved to stay with them but she had a sudden urge to go to the Battle field and see who were those species and to see Athena if she could. " I have to go". She did not let anyone near her. She took out her sword out of her sheath. " I am Sorry but I cannot come with you guys". She pointed her sword to one of the men with the horse. " Please take me to the battle field". The other soldiers were not expecting this behavior and they surrounded Mara. They were ready to attack her in case she did anything crazy. But one of the soldiers at a higher rank understood her feelings, " LET HER GO!" . He instructed one of the men to escort her to the battle field.

Soon, she was able to reach the battle field. Although she missed most of the things but she was able to witness some mighty figures. She could see a human General. Then, there was that another Elf. And a Barbaric human who had a skull like thing on his shoulder. He appeared to be someone spawned straight from the Comics she read! And there was Athena. For some reason, she couldn't hold herself back. " Athena!!!!!! " she shouted so she could not lose her. There was still some business Mara had to settle with her.

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Post by Kontradiction » Wed Jan 09, 2019 10:05 pm

"Now look at what ye done did." Exclaimed Tharn, his finger pointed into the splitting crowd. The dark elf's attention was directed to pair of approaching men who were clad in armor. "Ye got the city guard involved!"

Anita briefly scrutinized the duo with a raised eyebrow, then shrugged. "Why all the fuss. It's only two of em." Her voice sounded thoroughly disappointed. They looked ordinary enough. Just a couple of law enforcing goons who were sticking their noses where they didn't belong. She's both fought and outran her fair share of guardsmen over the course of her travels, and in many cases she was heavily outnumbered. A couple of guards was manageable compared to those messy incidents. "Besides," She said, turning back to the dwarf. "I'm pretty sure ya can handle both of em."

For a moment, the dwarf appeared shocked by her words. "I'm not start'n a brawl with men who're just do'n their jobs!"

The dark elf feigned exasperation. "Oh I know that ya goody two shoes. I meant handle em with your words." She tapped her temple twice. "Use that merchant mind o' yours to talk our way out like usual."

The dwarf's face reddened as the veins on his forehead started to bulge. "But why should I talk us out o' a situation that YE started?! Especially one ye have yet to 'pologize fer!"

The dark elf seemed genuinely surprised. "I haven't?" She asked, tilting her head to one side.

"No! Ye haven't!"

"Oh. Well in that case. . ." The dark elf cleared her throat and bowed her head forward. "Tharnier Brewdelver, I apolo--"

“Hands up where I can see em, make no sudden moves. Lest you wish to meet a grisly end” Interrupted the guard. Anger flashed within Anita's eyes. After maneuvering to the head of the cart, she stood in the seat, and stared down at disruptive guard from her elevated position. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and a scowl had formed on her face. The seated Tharn had complied with the guard's order, although he was using one hand to meagerly pull on the dark elf's cloak, hoping she'd get the message and sit down.

"Grisly end? Don't make me laugh." Snarled Anita. When facing the mysterious dark elf from earlier, she could barely speak, but her confidence had since returned, perhaps too much so. "My short friend here could tear ya limb from limb, and he's already in a foul mood, so I suggest ya step aside."

"Lass!" Shouted the dwarf, who gestured to the nearby rooftops.

"What? It's just a harmless threat--Oh." The dark elf was suddenly very aware of the surrounding archers. Now finding herself heavily outnumbered. she settled down into the seat with her arms still firmly crossed. "What kinda strict city makes dropp'n fruit a crime?" She grumbled. The dwarf shot her a glare but she was oblivious to it, her attention on the second guard who made had returned from inspecting the gray goop. Anita's face broke into a smile when he excused them of any wrongdoing. "Ahah! Ya see! We're innocent. Now step aside 'n stop wasting our time." She gleefully faced the second guard. "We thank ya, but you're also mistaken. We don't dabble with alchemy. The mess back there twas the work o'--OW!" The dark elf sharply turned to face the dwarf who had flicked her on the ear. His eyes did not meet hers, and instead they were keenly focused on the man who cleared them.

The duo's innocence did not appease the crowd of peasants in the slightest. The masses were starting to riot and Anita prepared to face them the instant the word witch was directed at her. "It'd be a waste o' my time try'n to lay a curse on vermin such as ya'selves." Her words were filled with hate, her expression had darkened, and she issued a challenging glare to those who approached the cart. She brandished a large knife whose color was that of a starless night sky. Its blade did not reflect the light of flaming spire, or any light at all for that matter. Various symbols and patterns appeared on the blade as her grip on the handle tightened, and eventually they started to glow red like that of dying embers. She lashed out, only for Tharn to grab her other arm and restrain her. "Yer gonna get yerself killed, lass!" The dark elf continued to struggle against his grip as she wildly slashed her knife at the open space between them and the crowd, with each slice causing the air to sizzle. The dwarf hesitantly nodded to the guard once he managed to get a hold of the dark elf, unsure of what the man planning to do.

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Post by bacon is fluffy » Sat Jan 12, 2019 12:02 am

The day the beacons were Lit:

A figure loomed in the distance, bound in a humanoid form, engulfed in shadow. A pair of bloodshot eyes peered from the darkness, amidst a torrent of despair and chaos. Yet despite this, it appeared in abject silence, an unnaturally oppressive disposition it had. Father Carlos gripped his staff in one hand, and his pendant in the other. Muscles trembling from how tense his muscles were, much akin to stone than at that point. He grit his teeth and examined the being, eyes a lit with fire that could leave the continent scorched.

“Foul beast, what say you? Wretch of the eternal night….progener of lies”. His legs trembled as if they were jello and his muscles tensed up until they were inflexible like stone. His fingers were tautly around his cross. His eyes shut and teeth grinding as he battled with rulers of Drak’thor.

“Doom peddler, evil shall not prevail. The light of the lord, the envoy of goodness and all that is sweet...shall….shall….”, as he strained himself, a gust laden with rage lifted the man with ease, tossing him like a rag doll through the glass door leading out to his veranda. The crash was all his servants could handle. They looked upon eachother and stormed the room weapons drawn, tomes ready for a battle. “ milord, what has happened here”?! Without being told they rushed to his side, amidst the shattered glass and rubble lying about.

Father Carlos gripped his forehead and shook with rage. ”Light. The. Beacon”. A tinge of grey stained his hand. His eyes lacked humanity, for they were a beasts on the hunt. His servants paused, looking to him, the veranda and the door. “ but..but m’lord…”? The priest slammed his fist into the ground, making glass crunch as he stood once more. “ Do as I say”, he said, this time without the fire before. He slowly approached the broken deck, which was overlooking the coast, his gaze searching, strained and frantic. “ Amon will win, wretch”.

Although their purpose had almost been forgotten to the annals of time, the lords of the realm all vowed to never let the ancients rise once more. It was upon the broken mountain where St. Coroline stands, that the kings of old made their vows. These kings of old buried their saint and poured their lifeforce in her grave, to be stored should the world ever see the rise of evil once more.

On the outskirts of St. Coroline:
Before Sir Cortez could react to what the strange little person before him had to say, he left in a hurry. Cortez would face plam while sighing in a frustrated matter before turning his attention to Cataleya. As he slowly closed door, she showed him her bare legs. A smile quickly formed on Cortez'es face, before he remembered the creature that just left. A look of annoyance formed again; "Help me put on my armor...."

5 minutes later, Sir Cortez was on his stallion at the end of road. He had been waiting for about minute now, wondering at the odd man wanted. Whatever it was, it better be worth his time, he had just interrupted his future of forming.
The smarmy hunched one rode with one of his guards, like a child, for he had not the height to mount the horse. He leaned forward with a frown etched into his wrinkly dried countenance and paused. On his flanks were two other knights wielding majestic spears adorned with painstakingly woven tapestry, which contrasted with the dents and chipped appearances of their tips. Behind them was a platoon of capable warriors armed with basic magics and broadswords, all of whom clad in thick platemail. “ It seems you are not as foolhardy as the eastern commander implies Sir Cortez…”, he said before coughing into his hand. “ We’ve no time to dally about, a darkness has descended upon the pope. We need your expert opinion on his condition”.

With a snap of his fingers, his men blew horns with a hoarse sound call which echoed throughout the meadow. Their call made all the birds in the area to run, the livestock standing idly by, to heave and cry out at its call. This wasn’t a request, but an order as the smarmy bastard made clear by riding off toward St. Coroline’s northern eastern gate. From there they’d meet the only gate in and out of the city’s inner sanctum. The likes of which only opened to the general public on the last day of the week.

In the black market bazaar:
Raziel was examining a Elven crossbow made out of the finest Dark wood found in the deepest reaches of the great forest as he heard a voice ask him by his name. He turned to look at a hooded girl. The crossbow that he was examining was decorated with elven silver that gave the weapon a bonus against undead creatures. The design of the crossbow body was a tribute to the elven sky god of rebirth.

Raziel stood at 5'8 in height, his bodies build was that of a long distance runner. "One second" he told the girl as he turned his attention back to the Elven merchant, handing him 10 gold pieces. The weapons price was 80 gold pieces, but thanks to his guild master, he could experience the perks of a inner circle member for today only, which included a 90 percent discount in St. Coraline's black market. He then handed the elf 30 bronze coins for 4 throwing daggers. He then turned to the girl as on his right hand he held 3 sheathed throwing daggers between his fingers and his left hand was holding the Elven crossbow. The last dagger was in his pocket, in it's sheath. His voice had a strong accent to it, anybody could understand him but his street accent always intimidated civilians and guards while it made those of the criminal kind felt at ease.

"Starting today, If I don't make 1000 gold by a time, I'm going kill myself." He was staring through her as he uttered those seemingly random words. But he wanted someone to witness him make his bet with lady fate. He then focused his eyes on her; "So, let's find the other 2 and get to the scheming." The way he formed words were complete, despite his strong, street accent.
The girl’s eyes narrowed at his careless demeanor. His exposed back was practically screaming to knife ‘em, she thought to herself. Her eyes scanned the area out of habit. The air became thick and her surroundings blurred. She could hear the beating of her heart. As a bead of sweat trickled down her cheek, her eyes locked on a merchant handing money to his customer. Their eyes locked for a moment, something flashed before her. But before she could make a move for her blade two muscular arms wrapped themselves around her. “ Ayee maddy girl! Been too dark long since I seen ya’s”!
Image Just like that her feeling apprehension was replaced by the bellowing laugh, coupled with the harsh putrid stench of ale and mutton. Maddy flailed around a bit, before falling limp with her teeth grit. “ Ey you’re a freaking 8th tier monster hunter, act like it”! He rubbed his cheek against her petite back and his senses drank in the soft caress of her curves, before letting her down with rosey cheeks and a grin. His nose was pronounced and his face riddled with battle scars. “ Say one thing about my body and I’ll gut you like that lamb you just devoured”. The man was clad in harsh jagged armor, but his helm was missing. He stood scratching his cheek and pointed toward Razieal, “ Is this the fellow we’re supposed to meet”?
"Starting today, If I don't make 1000 gold by a time, I'm going kill myself."
Image Maddy nodded as she looked upon the half breed speaking in riddles, brow raised. “ For what its worth, don’t go be ending yerself before the job’s done at least alright”?
"So, let's find the other 2 and get to the scheming."
She nodded and knocked on the big lumex's platemail who greeted her with a bear hug. “ This guy’s Thod, he doesn’t have a real name. I guess we just need to find Giles before heading out”. As she finished he tapped her shoulder and said to both of them, “ Giles is waiting at the bar I just came from, the shadow’s den”. He gestured behind him and began moving along to the den. Maddy shot Raziel a nonchalant glance and headed behind their collaborator.

At the beaches of Port Landcaster:

From the moonlight accentuated by the beacon of fire, more elves appeared. An army of them gathered to carry their kin and the supplies necessary to perform the burial. A human commander grit his teeth, perched upon a hill overlooking the coastline. “Blasted elves, thinking they can do whatever they please”, he said under his breath. A scout with a withdrawn stance, kneeled before him. As his fist hit the dirt he said, “ Most of the injured are en route to be treated, commander”. The marching of the elves was like a chorus, thunderous and unnaturally rhythmic. “ Aye, prepare a unit to stand by”, he said, before looking out at the hundreds of elves who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

At the helm of the march was King Arthur, flanked by two executioners who had the prisoners bound by chains made of light. They moved forth, bound at the wrist but their heads held high. An elf was to carry themselves with dignity, from the day they can comprehend the word honor, to their dying breath. Behind were the soldiers carrying the fallen in their arms, heads hung low. This is because the fallen could never hold their heads up again.

To the high elve’s flanks were the various elves who Athena had rescued. They held a flame between their palms, solemnly chanting in their language. This was due to a belief that all elves began their trek to eternity by making their way to the grave site. Their song was meant to soothe their aching hearts, even if it was temporary. The lights were meant to illuminate the path and ward off the chaos of the void. That which all elves believed would besieged and devour the weak, on their way to the aterlife.

Arthur stared out toward the horizon, seeing a looming darkness, only described in scripture. The likes of which only told by parents trying to discipline their unruly children. The prisoners were 2 meters from their king, unbound as his back was turned to them. For it was customary in elf culture to trust even a murder to be honorable. In the background the dead were being laid at water’s edge as the soldiers were hard at work to prepare the funeral.(For whacky, finish things here. For Swag cat too since you are near Athena and Carnage pool)

Forest of Anduin, outskirts of St. Coroline:
Niyo was blind from the effects of the black suit. His nose ached so badly, he became dizzy and nauseated. Their bird has vanished under them and he could hear his own voice and Jakal's as they descended down. Suddenly something grabbed at his leg. Claws he realized, they dug deep into his flesh, scream was all he could before his consciousness started fading.
A humanoid figure, black as soot wrapped his grimy fingers around Niyo’s leg and lifted him like a ragdoll. Its growl was low, as it examined him. Small bits of flesh and worms fell from the creature with every powerful breath it took. Then without warning it slung Niyo on its shoulder, hard enough to crack a rib or two before heading back into the forest’s line. However just as it took its first step, a rain of arrows flew through the sky and pelted the beast unmercifully. It was a pincushion now, bleeding out of its crevices with a very human like blood. Yet it still moved forth, as a second volley skewered its legs, sending the beast toppling over. But not before making sure Niyo wasn’t crushed under its tremendous weight, the likes of which made a crash that traveled throughout the forest.

A lone man in a cloak stepped forth, with a mask made from a real goat. Its horns looked menacing as its empty eyesockets were like a vast void. He growled, still holding onto his bow made of cedar wood. In the trees and brush around them, the sound of more bowstrings being pulled could be heard, like a finely tuned machine, they prepared for the next volley.

“You, who hath been gathered by the fell beast. What be you”?(For Kayan)

At the gates of St. Coroline:
The duo's innocence did not appease the crowd of peasants in the slightest. The masses were starting to riot and Anita prepared to face them the instant the word witch was directed at her. "It'd be a waste o' my time try'n to lay a curse on vermin such as ya'selves." Her words were filled with hate, her expression had darkened, and she issued a challenging glare to those who approached the cart. She brandished a large knife whose color was that of a starless night sky. Its blade did not reflect the light of flaming spire, or any light at all for that matter. Various symbols and patterns appeared on the blade as her grip on the handle tightened, and eventually they started to glow red like that of dying embers. She lashed out, only for Tharn to grab her other arm and restrain her. "Yer gonna get yerself killed, lass!" The dark elf continued to struggle against his grip as she wildly slashed her knife at the open space between them and the crowd, with each slice causing the air to sizzle. The dwarf hesitantly nodded to the guard once he managed to get a hold of the dark elf, unsure of what the man planning to do.
A gentle breeze would blow in from the west, gently caressing Anita and Tharn. It was much akin to a peck on the cheek, as it spread throughout the soon to be battlefield. The peasants around them began to calm down, with faces contorted with rage. To that of a docile lamb, with eyes wide and dull like a turkey’s as it stared up at the sky. They nodded their heads and slowly precipitated away from duo’s cart.

The guard did not change, but his eyes were locked upon the duo who were struggling to even comply with a simple orders. He snapped his fingers, causing knights within the crowd to converge upon the two. Their spears were held out, just before the necks. They were emanating with a foreign energy which hummed like rapid flapping of a hummingbird’s wings. “ Many a strange things have assailed our people as of late, but ye two being the strangest among them all. We shall conduct an investigation before you are set free. For your own good, stand down”.

(You are free to resist Kontra, but should you comply, you will be taken to the inner circle’s Inquisition headquarters)

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Post by WackyQuacky » Sat Jan 12, 2019 12:56 am

Athena stared out across the grass lands to the Elves that carried the bodies, the honour of the fallen being the main priority of their bearers. They marched, like a rehearsed dance, to the waters edge, past a tall building that lay on its own by the coastline. The building was of human manufacture with the architecture of a church, with huge stain glass windows high on each wall on the exterior and a steeple towering over those who entered, a silver cross at the very peek. Each intricate swirl of carved stone that split the windows into smaller shapes were bleached white by the sun and dirtied by age but yet did not deter from its beauty. The fields that surrounded the building were lush with emerald grass and flowers; everywhere except for grave yard that lay with rows upon rows of head stones, weathered and damaged by the elements and unkept. In front of each crumbling stone slab that remained of the past life that lay below, bloomed a flower bed of reds, yellows and blues from every bud, the decaying bodies below serving as food for the plants. Once you looked past the morbid reason, you could see that the earth itself refused to let the dead be forgotten.

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Convoys of every calibre; from the High elves adorned in fine fabrics of greys and silvers atop beautiful, white horses, with delicate narrow bodies that held themselves high, to the Wild elves barely dressed in the minimal to still be considered decent, their mounts of huge beasts from the forests and swamps prowling in a line towards coast line, using the building as a pillar point for the funeral. It was unusual to see the two in the same place, the sub-races seemingly worlds apart, but as both were involved with the skirmish at Port Landcaster, the two tolerated each other’s presence for long enough to pay their respects to the fighters.

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Along with these convoys, were long bed like stretchers that were carried between their animals, decorated according to the elves. Although some of the elves that were carried away were merrily caught in the destruction of the town that was a result of the fight, they were still given a burial of honour. The wild elves carried huge curved slabs of thick bark, bedizened with moss patches and vines, grapes and wild barriers, and a variety blossoms ranging from tiny snow drops to sunflowers. In contrast, the high elves ferry beds of thin, misted glass with roses of crystal and an ivory pillow laid on the surface. Each of these beds glowed with a light blue, reflecting the light through and coated the grass beneath with the sapphire hue. The mid-point of the sub-species, the moon elves, carried large woven baskets between their mounts, satin and silk fabrics draping over each side of the baskets. Moon stones were laid on the bed by the silk pillows, bouncing and reflecting the light in every direction. Even from a distance, an elven burial is a sight to behold, the bed slowly and carefully placed into the water with the bodies laid on top. Even the most unlikely to float beds, such as the glass, was held above the surface by the magic of the bystanders; And there they stayed, the soldiers holding the beds still in the water with their heads bowed, the water level reaching their waists. Every elf was silent, even the elven prisoners holding their tongue as they waited for a speech before letting the beds go.

Athena pulled Freya down the hill slightly to make easier for her to get onto the horse, the saddle no longer there to give her anything to help her climb. More patient than any horse should be, she stood calmly, dropping one knee to the ground and sloping her shoulder to the floor. It was a fairly easy trick that Athena had taught her but in situations such as this, it was a proving to be a big help. Scrunching her hand in the thick mane, she prepared to throw herself over the horses back when the sound of her name ran through the air and made her jump. With wide eyes and curious expression, Athena turned towards the voice, Freya buckling her legs and laying down on the grass to rest, all the excitement of the day tiring her out. With her eyes automatically drawn to the commotion of the battles clean up taking part, it took a second before her eyes fell on Mara as she approached. After the fight, hadn’t expected to see Mara again, presuming she had stormed into the battle after she had left, but she was glad to see her still alive and didn’t seem to have opened up her injuries again from what she saw.

A soft smile crossed her mouth as she addressed her, the circumstances in their meeting being more pleasant in nature than before. “Mara, it’s good ta see ya doin’ well. I did tell ya take it easy though so ya should be restin now that dat the battles ova’.” Her voice came across more like a concerned mother than she was hoping for, but she couldn’t help it. Emptying that much energy and magic into someone made her more concerned about the girl’s well-being than she normal would be. The effort she had put into making her voice sound more proper had completely slipped away as she addressed Mara, the colloquialism of her tone seeping through unhindered.
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A strange sensation was accompanied by the gentle breeze that swept through the area. Tharn was the first to realize what was happening, and he watched as frenzied crowd had now settled into a calm trance-like state. His eyes flicked from the peasants who began to meander away to the guard who was the apparent cause of this turn of events. Under normal circumstances, the dwarf supposed he'd be grateful to someone who helped avert disaster, but instead all he felt was a growing suspicion, not to just the guard, but to this side of the world in general. Fortunately his strained expression prevented such suspicions from showing on his face. The cause of said expression was Anita, who continued to struggle in his grip. She seemed to be unaware of the magic that just took place, her knife still swinging through the air this way and that. For a second, she stopped her restless slashes to stare in confusion as the peasants sauntered off. "Uh? Where are y'all go'n?! Git back here ya cowards!" Her words fell on death ears, and she continued to struggle against the dwarf until a snap brought spears to their throats.

Her furious gaze settled on her new adversaries, and without hesitation she swung her knife to knock the spear aside. Enchanted steel met enchanted steel, causing sparks to fly and a reveberating clank to sound. She repeated the process for the two spears that replaced the first. Her hand was raised, ready to swing once more when she faltered. The dark elf now had four spears pointed at her. She turned to dwarf expectantly, hoping he'd provide some assistance, but the stout man simply released her other arm and shrugged. "I think it be best if ye give up, lass." As he spoke, the dwarf gingerly placed a finger on a spearhead that was too close for comfort and gently pushed it away. "Lest ye wish to make this big misunderstand'n worse." The dark elf looked as if she wanted to protest, but seemed unsure of herself despite the knife she continued to defiantly hold.
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Sat Jan 12, 2019 12:02 am
“Many a strange things have assailed our people as of late, but ye two being the strangest among them all. We shall conduct an investigation before you are set free. For your own good, stand down”.
The guard's words struck a minor nerve within Anita. Something about being called strange didn't sit well with her. It wasn't enough to incite a reaction like one the peasant's worked up, but it did cause her to roll her eyes and point her knife at the man. "No way I'm stand'n down to a bunch o' guards who're drunk on power. The only wrongdo'n I've done today was spill some fruit. Ya already cleared us, so just let us go before I--Uh?" The dark elf turned to the dwarf who had rested a hand on her shoulder. His other hand stroked through his beard, however, this time he had wrapped the tip of it around his little finger. Something akin to sudden understanding appeared on the dark elf's features as the dwarf passed his intent to her. Although she still appeared annoyed, her furious demeanor had mostly vanished. She returned her knife to the folds of her cloak and settled back into her seat without much fuss. "Aye. Fine. I'll stand down. Let's just get this over with."

Tharn smiled to the dark elf. It seemed his message had gotten through. His attention quickly returned to the guard. "I 'pologize on behalf of me friend here. Sometimes she just gets riled up. As fer yer investigation, we'll assist ye in anyway possible. If ye don't mind though, this old dwarf has a few questions of his own." He gestured to the flaming spire. "Start'n with the meaning behind that there spectacle."

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Re: War of the Ancients IC

Post by Swag Cat » Sat Jan 19, 2019 3:33 pm

Mara was at the battle field. Although many could claim that the battle was over. A barbaric entity who appeared as a human destroyed all the forces that were the root cause of the battle. Apparently, it appeared like he injured them badly, most damaged beyond repair. He crippled them, he was none other than a monster. The Monster with Brute strength and intelligence as that of a human. There could be another way to stop the battle.

She saw the fallen soldiers. It did not concern her whether the fallen were Elves, Orcs or even the humans. This was the destiny and circumstances that made a volcano of war to erupt. With blood everywhere, she could feel the sorrow. The sorrow of loved ones who brothers, sisters , sons or daughters have fallen because of a battle that caused because of some skirmish. Mara looked at Athena and smiled since she was in good shape. She replied to her comment that she would take it easy and had some rest. As a soldier, she couldn't rest when she lost most of her people. " I have lots of energy left in me, thanks to you. I don't need any rest". Usually, she would hate to be acquaintance with an Elf because of how society brainwashed her mind believing Elves and other species were the root cause of all agony they had. But the kind gesture from an Elf prompted her to make a decision that could change her life forever. She decided to quit being a soldier for the Town Guards. " Athena, I have two favors to ask if you can do that for me". Her tone switched from sweet to serious. "Look at these fallen soldiers. It does not matter if they are orcs, elves or humans. They are all dead. In the end, they are just victims. I want to be a part of the funeral ceremony of the Elves and I want to bury these orcs in the battle field as a sign of respect for fallen warriors along with humans". That was an odd request on part of her.

She was quite sure her request would be difficult to fulfill. Her conversation was overheard by the Guards Commander and he was really enraged by the fact that Mara went to see the Elf first not even acknowledging her human comrads. This was an act of Betrayal as a Soldier. How dare you , soldier. You have betrayed your brothers. Developing feelings for a foreigner. Mara looked at the Commander with eyes down. " I am Sorry Commander, I may have committed a Sin". She continued to talk and the next words she would say would label her as a traitor. " I am quitting your Force. I am going with that Elf". She felt so unsure if she did something right or wrong. She was shattering dreams of her parents who wanted to see her daughter becoming an elite officer.

" Can I go with you, Athena and can you fulfill my requests"

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Re: War of the Ancients IC

Post by bacon is fluffy » Sun Jan 27, 2019 9:09 pm

Father Carlos shuffled across the room, barely able to even lift his own feet. His weight placed upon his staff as he looked about his surroundings. A ringing droned in his ears and his vision was blurred. He shook his head once, trying to stave off the delirium which began to dull his senses. Hands rapped upon his chamber’s doors, voices muffled and distorted seemingly by an unseen force. He shuttered and shook his head, meekly attempting to approach them. When the flame of his candlelight danced and swerved, before returning to its teardrop shape. He paused, gripping his staff tighter, tighter until it shook from the tension. Though the fire illuminated the room, it was, not genuine.

The priest’s hand slowly reached for the flame, but there was no shadow cast. He swallowed hard and began to breathe heavily, eyes tearing up like water against a dam. “What be wrong old...friend”? Though his hand was but mere inches from the flame, he felt nothing. A chill sprint up his arm, making his hairs stand on end. The realization made his blood run cold. His head creak and muscles resisted him as he made his way across the room. He looked upon the towering flame, which had began to sputtering for the last few hours.

Though what the public could see was a towering flame of doom, what he saw, was kindling barely clinging to life. His mages were confounded, nearly pouring their lives to keep the flame alit. The flame roared one final time, as the priest laid eyes on his. Tears streaming down his cheeks as his staff snapped. Hand bloodied as the fire became black as coal. The darkness began to envelope sunset, billowing forth like a tsunami. His eyes turned to the east, toward the sea. Drak’kthor loomed in the distance, for the first time in eons. A low growl washed over the peninsula, as light was eclipsed and slowly gave way to an encroaching darkness.

---- Just minutes before ----

Their spears were slammed back with a force they were not accustomed to. Baffled, those who went to suppress Anita fell back a few paces, even as they trembled. Their brows furrowed and spears were still held out, much akin to an animal baring its fangs. The captain held his hand up, stopping the archers who nearly let a volley fly.
Tharn smiled to the dark elf. It seemed his message had gotten through. His attention quickly returned to the guard. "I 'pologize on behalf of me friend here. Sometimes she just gets riled up. As fer yer investigation, we'll assist ye in anyway possible. If ye don't mind though, this old dwarf has a few questions of his own." He gestured to the flaming spire. "Start'n with the meaning behind that there spectacle."
Those who suppressed Tharn looked to their captain, who nodded for them to step back. Though they gave him room, their eyes were trained upon the duo with a fire and determination to stop them by any means necessary. The captain looked toward the flame and paused, holding his finger up to the wind once more. He solemnly lowered his hand before turning to the inquisitive dwarf, “ something is amiss...that flame, it gives off no heat. Though I suspect..”, he took a deep breath. “ I suspect it is a sign that the end..is nigh. For such a display to occur in my lifetime, I only hope there’s a future for my kin”. As he said that, his eyes widened, as the setting sun felt distant. A shadow descended upon them with winds strong enough to buffet those unprepared them as they swept across the land filled with pain. They screeched with an overwhelming sorrow that drained the energy from humans. “ Get the women and children inside”! His voice roared unnaturally, as if projected and enhanced by a megaphone. His teeth grit, eyes locked on Tharn. “ Keep yer heads down, do not look toward to the sea. If ye not be demons in disguise, help women and children find refuge”.

The captain did not lower his gaze despite his advice, as he began to help the civilians get out of harm’s way. The guards dispersed as well, herding them away. Though as they did, some did not move anymore. They were left behind, staring toward the sea with their mouths agape and eyes so wide, unnaturally so. Frozen in place, left as a grim reminder of the captain’s advice. A voice, lyrical in nature calls out Tharn and Anita. Will they answer it?

----Mara----

The general nearly snapped at Mara, his hand wrenched around his hilt as he moved to execute the girl. There were no words for her abandonment, her abdication of her duty. Deviance can be beat out of a soldier, but a loss of the sense of duty could not. A few others began to move toward her as well and Athena, the metal from their sheaths sung a dreadfully aggressive song. Their shadows converged upon her until suddenly the general froze. “ Keep yours heads down! Do not look to the sea”! As if his memory had been wiped, he turned around and began to spread the word as his soldiers all instinctively looked down and headed toward any shelter they could find. “ Get the civilians inside, do not falter”! This was training all soldiers of the eastern gaurd were given, though no explanation would have accompanied the orders. It was something every soldier knew to obey, for they were told, looking to the east when they commanders said not to, was supposed to be accompanied by death.

The cause, none were told. Though to Mara, a soft lyrical voice calls to her. Will she answer it?

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Re: War of the Ancients IC

Post by Kontradiction » Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:57 am

The dwarf exhaled a small sigh of relief and allowed himself to relax ever so slightly. Fortunately Tharn managed to calm Anita when he did, and he could only imagine what would've happened if his partner continued to fight, or if the captain hadn't stopped his archers. He turned his gaze upwards to the soldiers stationed on the roofs of buildings, and a brief image of his cart embedded with countless arrows flashed through his mind. He quickly shook thoughts away and briefly glanced at the dark elf as the soldiers around them stepped back. A smirk played on her lips, her eyes firmly locked on the trembling soldiers who backed away from her. She was enjoying this a bit too much for Tharn's taste. He sighed once more, this time in exhaustion, and turned to face the captain as the man answered his question.
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Sun Jan 27, 2019 9:09 pm
The captain looked toward the flame and paused, holding his finger up to the wind once more. He solemnly lowered his hand before turning to the inquisitive dwarf, “ something is amiss...that flame, it gives off no heat. Though I suspect..”, he took a deep breath. “ I suspect it is a sign that the end..is nigh. For such a display to occur in my lifetime, I only hope there’s a future for my kin.”
"T-The end ye say?" Stammered the dwarf. The color drained from his face as he appeared to enter a state of shock. He slumped back into his seat while his weary mind tried to grasp the weight of the captain's words. He knew the flame signaled something significant, but not to this level.

The dark elf scoffed. "Oh don't tell me ya believe that rubbish?! He's probably just trying to spook ya into talk'n."

The dwarf didn't get his chance to reply, for a sudden gale accompanied by darkness befell them. The dark elf cursed once, then twice. She clasped her hands over her ears as she glared at the captain. Her sensitive ears could barely tolerate the screeching wind, so the man's booming voice was certainly an unwelcome addition to the chaos. The dwarf's initial shock quickly vanished even as panic spread throughout the area. Frightened as he may be, his old warrior's spirit allowed him to remain calm despite the situation, and he turned to the captain with a somber expression. "Aye! We'll do what we can!" He slapped the reins before the dark elf could protest, and the steeds surged towards the heart of the market square.

"Are ya really gonna waste our time help'n these people?!" Exclaimed Anita. "I dunno if this is the end, but I do know we should be flee'n while we have the chance."

The crowds of the market square grew thicker, and the dwarf brought the cart to a halt to avoid running over the fleeing pedestrians. He turned to the dark elf with an apologetic smile on his face. "Aye. That we should. However, me ma raised this dwarf to help those in need." He looked around, gazing at the many terrified faces around them. Panicked people ran in all directions, with most retreating into the nearby buildings. Still there were a few who did not run at all. They stood in place, their visages pointing eastward. Perhaps they were facing seaward when the chaos began, or they might've made the mistake of glancing in that direction during the upheaval. Whatever the case, they were beyond the dwarf's help. He turned back to the dark elf and smiled once more before tossing her the reins. "O'course this be no place for a young'n such as yerself. Get outta and head westward til ye reach the mountains. I'll find some way to catch up to ye if I'm still kick'n." With that said the dwarf hopped out of the cart.

The dark elf watched the vertically challenged fellow disappear into the masses. For a moment she was speechless, and sat frozen in place with reins in hand. A powerful gust of wind rattled the cart, shaking her back to reality. "Oh no ya don't. Yer not gett'n rid o' me that easily." She dropped the reins and hopped into the back, her hands shuffling through a crate of their personal supplies. Eventually she found what she was searching for. Her prized bow was gripped in one hand and her quiver in the other. She tossed them both over her shoulder before leaping out of the cart herself. She had taken no more than three steps when she sensed some movement behind her. Turning around, she saw that a dubious looking man had seated himself in the cart. Her eyes locked with his, and the man released a panicked yelp before taking hold of the reins and commanding the steeds to charge forward. "Huh? Hey! Stop!" Anita called out. Naturally the thief did no such thing, and the dark elf could only watch as their stolen cart shrank into the distance. She impulsively stepped forward as if to make chase but thought the better of it. A scowl was on her face as she too disappeared into masses, following after her short friend.

Her journey only required a short sprint up the road to catch up to the dwarf. He was rather noticeable, being the only person to be running from one end of the street to the other and back again. He was carrying two children when Anita caught up, each one being towed underarm. He delivered them to the arms of a mother who stood at the entrance of a tavern. The woman quickly thanked the dwarf before heading inside, and Tharn searched for the next person to assist before his eyes settled on the dark elf. A mixture of confusion and surprise crossed his face. "I coulda sworn ye left after I saw the cart fly by."

"Well yer half right." She replied.

More confusion shown on the dwarf's features, followed by sudden understanding, and he laughed loud and true. "Ah. I see. Well since yer here-" The dark elf held up a hand to interrupt him. "Aye. I know ye don't care too much fer humans but-"

"Shut up and listen you chatty oaf." Hissed Anita. "Do ya not hear that?"

The dwarf went silent and strained to listen for any noise. It seemed all he could hear was the roar of the wind, but soon enough a new sound presented itself. It was a melodic voice, barely audible at first, but growing more apparent as time passed. "Who is that?" He asked.

The dark elf shrugged. "Dunno. But I heard it before. Earlier today, when we were in the forest."

"Aye. Before we encountered the witch. . ." He said gravely. "What did it say before?"

Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember. "Again, I dunno. I actually can't make out what its say'n. But I feel it was call'n out to me then, and it's call'n out to both o' us now."

"Alrighty." The dwarf brought his hands together and turned his head to the sky, although he was careful not to glance eastward. "To whoever or whatever ye are; identify yerself!" His voice rang out to the heavens above.

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Re: War of the Ancients IC

Post by Swag Cat » Sat Feb 02, 2019 2:39 am

The reaction given by the Commander was not shocking as it was expected. The sense of duty discarded by the soldier could prove to be disastrous for her. Mara saw her fellow soldiers making a human ring around her with weapons ready in their hands. She could see the fierce light in the eyes of those soldiers, there could be a good chance she would die. But dying was too easy for her. She was afraid for her parents. What if her parents had to pay for her deeds? What if they would be labelled as parents of a traitor? She might have taken a decision impulsively without giving much thought. Was that Elf girl became so much of an influential figure that she could risk her life, risk her family only to find a new way of life. Her mind was filled with so many doubts. But it was too late for her. Even if she would surrender, she would end up in a prison. So, that was it. She had to fight her own kind.

"I am ready. Bring your best". She slowly unsheathed her sword. Her eyes slowly became reddish purple , the eyes of a man-slayer. The urge to kill was fuelled by the flowing demonic blood within. Before the Commander gave any order, one overly emotional soldier charged at her with her full strength. The solder went straight head on towards Mara. She dodged the attack and quickly swapping the blade between her hands smashing the hilt on the chin of the soldier making blood pouring out of the mouth of that soldiers with some drops of blood staining blood on Mara's face. " Next time, I will not be that merciful ". That was out of character for Mara, a person who cared for people surrounding her. Who could have known that within an innocent soul, there lived a burning sensation of ruthlessness. Even the Demon within her was surprised.That was entertaining. I did not expect this from you. You are learning your origins

With those words echoing in her mind, she developed more urge beyond her control to attack and destroy, a nature of a pure demonic being. There could be a reason why this sudden urge was developed within her. Was it fear? Yes, the fear of her parents being prosecuted. They would not be prosecuted even if there would be no witnesses left to share the word. That's why the dark desire covered in heart and here she was, attacking her own kind. She was not different than that Berserk monster who killed most of the elves and orcs. She changed her stance and there was no emotion on her face. That was a skill even strongest of strongest warriors could not fathom. "Display of emotions could prove reckless ". She charged at the same soldier who attacked her, this time going for her face. She cut her face with a cross-shaped scar on that soldier's face. The soldier fell from the pain and the agony of being attacked by someone who she admired the most.

This was unacceptable for the Guards. Everyone was ready to attack. But what was going on? The guards were slowly going backwards. The Commander was frozen as if he saw the Death himself. ' Heads down , do not look at the sea', those words of his echoed everywhere. Why was he instructing to get the civilians inside. Was there another war blooming out of nowhere? But it was no concern to Mara. Only thing she wanted was to go with Athena and nothing could stop her. The intensity of the situation slowly eroded as she could listen the lyrical voices. Those were soothing yet reminded her of something that could not be comprehended. It felt she was being summoned to do be a cause of greater deed.

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