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I'm not being fresh. I know I'm a crazy cat lady moe catgirl. >^.^<

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Day 1

Dawn

[Muuenigsig]

Muuenisig had taken care of the immediate danger, both the garon and its rider were sufficiently incapacitated. Afterwards she also managed to quickly escape from the netting that threatened to tangle her in its grasp, preventing her from becoming easy pickings from the remaining riders. However as she stood to face the remaining three. Muuenisig would discover that she could not locate the Riders, not by sight nor by sound, nor by scent. It seemed that their cloaks protected them from the senses of those that would do them harm.

She stood there, a cool wind blowing past her. Not even the rustle of leaves giving a hint to where the Riders walked. Unknown to her they circled her slowly, deciding what kind of foe she was. One amongst them decided to attack and dived towards Muu, running her through with the glaive. The  momentum of the strike would send her flying off her feet for a good few feet. However unknown to them she wasn't exactly human, and her body not so fragile to fall to so weak an attack. She stood back up, a hole in her side, yet no blood flowed from it, the wound barely seemed to bother her. Still in her current circumstance, she could only look forwards to be slowly hacked to pieces. Without any way of tracking her opponents the battle would be rather one sided.

All of a sudden several fountains of blood burst from thin air, falling back down to the ground as a fine red mist. The clearing was dyed a surreal yet eerie red as light filtered down through the blood, painting it red as well. The heavy ferric stench of blood was quick to reach her nose. The bodies of the  Riders and their Garon were scattered into loose mounds of severed flesh. Beside them lay their cloaks, floating a few inches of  over the ground, the material seemed to transition into a kind of ink black smoke on the edges where it appeared formless.  In the distance she would spy a half shadowed figure, partly lit by the silver light of the moon. She knew who it was, Nyos’Ra, she could recognize him from anywhere, she could feel the man’s enormous killing Intent, almost as if it had a physical presence. The man nodded to her and slowly faded back into the darkness, leaving no signs he was ever there, as to why he was here of all places she could only guess…….

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[Arc'Tus]

The Riders closed in on the lone Vuha warrior, with each pass the tightened their formation, spiraling in towards her. However she proved to be a slippery foe being able to escape but mere moments before any true harm could be met. They could feel a light breeze flowing about them, however paid no heed to it, much to their folly. Slowly but surely, the breeze grew, first  to a light wind, then exploding into a full fledged typhoon. The winds so powerful that they swept both rider and garon into the air. One of them tried to jump of his garon in a hurry, however could not get out of the harness in time, and was pulled into the air along with his garon.

The buffeting winds still increased reaching, the sheer noise of its motion drowning out the screams of the riders. However, apart from Arc’Tus their was another who benefited from the storm. During the initial attack, one of the riders had gone after Ein, his Garon biting onto Ein’s shoulder. For Ein there was no way to dodge, Riders were clocked in perfect invisibility. However he was able to stop the garons jaws from snapping close on his shoulder, essentially shattering his shoulder blade. He was now locked in position with the Garon, any loss of concentration would weaken the force keeping the Garon and its rider locked in position. He had tried to contact Arc’tus, but he was covered by the cloak, it prevented him from reaching anyone from outside it. Luckily Ac’tus’ winds blew both into the air, specifically knocking the Garon away from him. He found that he had the Rider’s strange cloak in his hands, he had been grabbing it just before the winds came and blew them apart. Ein remembered the strange effects the cloak had, going as far as to block his telepathy, maybe it was what was giving these riders there strange power. So he slipped the cloak over his head, and lo and behold he could see the riders, A smile slowly played across his face…

As Arc’tus levitated in the middle of her cyclone, she was startled when out of nowhere the head of a Garon blew past her, this was followed, by a stream of several more assorted body parts, this time a mix of garon and human. She was again startled when, Ein appeared right next to her, floating midair…

“Thanks for the save” he said, nodding to Arc, not bothering to offer much of an explanation. ”It appears that the Silencing has been breached, I have already notified the HQ…. They made it into the settlement”

[Sey’ Taal]

Flos clutched her right arm, slowly focusing her vigor into her fists, she waited for Taal’s signal, she was already receiving a constant stream of information from the man, allowing her to dodge the creature with ease. Although she had no love for the man, there was even less love for the creature they fought. Neither was she the kind to let emotions get in the way of the task at hand. She was the Emerald Aegis, and woe be upon those who would lay harm to her charges.

She kept pushing as much of  her vigor as she could into her arms, so much so that her fist began to glow, and shake with power contained within. Yet she pushed even more into it, feeding her rage to the cold fire of her will. She stole a glance at Sey’Taal, the man may be a criminal, however his skill in battle was excellent, only few could use Tectonic Satellite with such ease, that too while moving. His tactical skill was another impressive talent the man had, tied with his ruthless attitude, he was a fearsome warrior indeed. Flos wasn't sure how she felt about that, but for one thing the man was far more capable than he let on.

Within moments, hands erupted from the earth grasping what seemed like nothing was there. Flos was already there reacting as quick as lightning to Taal’s signal, her fist glowing like the sun it self, lighting the entire plaza with the blaze of her fist. She struck what seemed to be thin air, however her fist hit something solid, igniting the point of contact. An enormous flash of light and sound blasted whatever it was, into a spray of gore and and flesh, as garon and rider were obliterated. As the dust from the explosion settled, Taal could see a roughly conical splatter of blood and gore, with chunks of human and Garon flesh lying about.

Just then he heard several more screams in the distance, and it was then that the weight of the situation hit. The enemy had breached the silencing!

[Shair and Rys]

Androssi, slipped away as his men howled in fear and pain, he abandoned them. After all they had failed in their mission, they had no place in the Legions anymore. Still he gripped the leash tightly, his face in scrunched in a scowl. He had never been shamed so badly, by the Vuha. He himself hasd collected the twenty heads during his military career. Those he had fought today were not the usual kind, they behaved and acted out of pattern, they took risks which made no sense. Small droplets of water splashed across his face, as his garon sped through a small puddle. They had even been given spirit woven cloth by that man, yet still they had failed, he had failed,

Still he would remember the faces of those two vuha, he would kill them one day that he was sure.However he needed to find a way to get more power, he knew for sure with more power he could easily pay back this insult a thousand fold. For this his first choice would have been the Mage Kights, but he had been refused the honor, after all only soldiers of the third Daan and above could go for the Questing. In fact this operation had been his chance to be raised to the third Daan, his chances to get another one seemed far too slim. Maybe that man had something, after all he was always in need of test subjects, even these cloaks were a product of his research. Androssi had heard rumors that these new cloaks were the outcome of some sort of new discovery from that man, apparently he had managed to find a way to make deals with spirits. Androssi shuddered, spirits were almost always a bad omen.

He looked back one final time, it was a futile gesture nonetheless, the mists prevented him from seeing anything very far. However he noticed something strange in the mists, flitting in and out of the corners of his vision. Even in front of him he could see them, they looked like shapes imprinted into the mists themselves. A forlorn smile played across his face, he had heard rumors of these from the other men, the stories never ended well….

[Da’arth]

The Riders were now far more weary of their target, in fact they felt a coldness seeping through their bodies. It was a the emotion any prey will know, it was fear. Their Garons backed away slowly instinctively backing away from the monster before them. Their cloaks could not hide them, and in their hearts these men knew that there wasn't anything that could hide them from it. In front of them lay the second victim of the monster, he was split in half his innards spilled over the muck. They could still see the body twitching as the last of its life ebbed away.

The monster stood their, its stance unguarded, after all what need a predator worry from prey. Slowly a chuckle erupted from the beasts mouth, a deep rough sound that sounded like rock slide. His skin glistened, as the light of the moon reflected of the droplets of blood splattered across his bare skin. Much to their credit the men conquered their fear at least attempted to, and tried to rush the beast from both sides. It was a foolish move , the monster continued to laigh a cruel smile playing accross his face, the monster dropped his monstrous sword and brained the riders garon with his fists, he took the glaives of the Riders but they soon realized that they could no longer pull the glaives from his body. THe rider skittered to the ground, his Garon dead its head smashed like melon. The second rider jumped away from the beast as he swerved to grab the fallen rider with his hands.

The monster was now laughing harder, a frenzied smile across his face as he slowly pulled the man apart limb by limb. The night was silent leave the despondent screams from the rider, and that wet squelching noise of flesh tearing, that cracking of bones slowly breaking. The only surviving rider was utterly frozen in fear, he all reason had left him, even his will to flee had been devoured by the sheer brutality of the scene before him. However his garon, listend to its instincts and it told him to run. The Garon turned and ran, its rider immobilized from fear….

Until all of a sudden the area was turned pure white, white so bright that all detail left the area, so white that there was no shadow. And then it dissapeared as fast as it came, the only thing that remained was the strong scent of ozone, and a patch of scarred earth where the escaping rider had been. The earth still glowed red hot from whatever had struck their. The white had also given Da’arth the edge he needed to take control……

[The Raven]

For a moment she was the raven, a beautiful specimen with glistening feathers, a smooth beak, and razor sharp talons. She was black, she was the night itself only her red eyes visible. She flew above the Deadlands, she flew above the mists. For now she was  searching for something, that only she knew what. Her eyes pierced the mist, thought they painted the world in eerie shades of red. It was a cold night, the winds were slow as they slowly pushed against her small frame.

For now she was the raven, but once she found what she looked for she would return to being her. As she flew towards the moon, she realized where she knew where it was she had to go, almost like a half remembered dream. She folded her wings and dove, plummeting  into the sea of mist below her. She had found what she was looking for, a pack of garon riders wreathed in shadow. She knew that she must follow, and so she did.

The Raven followed the riders as the split into so many groups and plunge into nothing, disappearing from her sight. She knew she had found what she was lookging for and did as the garons did, plunge into this mist within the mist. For a while she fought winds that tried to blast her away, she withstood rain, and ice, frozen beak and torn feather, until finally she reached the other side. Like a curtain falling away she found, she found it a small town of the forest people. For a time she she circled the town, a sense of accomplishment filled her to the tips of her feathers. She heard screams ring through the night as the shadow wreathed garons attacked the town. She saw blood being shed from both sides and fire rage across the town. She saw bodies being torn, and scattered over the black earth. It made her feel so happy….

She landed next to the body of a fallen forest soldier, he suffered from knife to the heart, however the wounds on the rest of the body were not fatal. It was the perfect body, she hop onto the mans chest right next to the wound, and then suddenly heaved. The bird flapped about, thrashing its wings, its mouth open wide unable to close, it made half gagging squawk as slowly a pale white creature dragged its body out from the birds mouth. It landed on bare skin with a wet sound, slowly its unfurled its three legs, they were spindly things with far too many joints. The creatures skin was pale, so pale infact light shone right through it and into its innards. It slowly blinked open its three eyes, miniature black orbs, and yawned with its cylindrical mouth with so many teeth, and single black tongue. It slowly hobbled to the corpses’ body and crawled into the wound.

Its task done the Raven launched itself back into the sky, it was time to go back home. Behind it the body began to stir, slowly lifting its fingers one at a time….

[OOC]

Yay! we finished the intro! Now its gonna be a timeskip of about a week, you are free to do whatever you wish, here are a few more activities your character if he or she wishes can partake in(ask me for more info on whichever)…

Meet of Fallen leaves

Diversionary operation

Scouting

Gaurd duty for Scrapers

Spend time in the Pub

Help bury the bodies

The update is coming to be much larger than I anticipated, OwO, by tomorrow for sure...

be funny if Lilly actually healed the rats this time.....

Alright, my internet is back! T.T

And Chen Yu misspelled her beloved sister's name as 'Feng Long'!!

Who's the idiot now, huh? HUUUH?! :<

 

P.S.

I'll work on a post soon~

Never happened you just read it wrong, go check....

XP

the question is why Jeanne gives of such vibes....

Jing Chen Yu

Chen slowly munched on her rice cake, eating off a simple clay plate, from within a simple eatery. The place lacked much for ambience with three of its four sides being without a wall, merely a series of  large bamboo drapes to protect its customers from the roaring sun. She used this moment of idleness to partake of her hobby, that of observing people. To her right sat a group of rowdy men, numbering to five. They were a loud bunch, drunk out of their minds, even though it was the middle of the day. They had the dark leathery skin belonging to those that worked long hours under the sun, they wore simple clothing with the dull colors of working men. She could tell they were farmers, however what piqued her curiosity was the fact they were here instead of out tending the fields, although it was a festival day, it would not be until later in the night when the moons met each other. Although the men seemed to be having a good time, there was a tightness to their eyes, a kind of guardedness in their movements. The men constantly eyed the exits as if checking to make sure there was a way to run. The farmers were clearly afraid of something, however the question of interest was what.

Chen decided to herself that she would follow the men after they left, her gut told her that these men were involved in some kind of trouble, either they were the cause or the victims. Chen sighed to herself, she never could leave these things alone, not that she minded. It was a part of her honor to help those who were in need of it, she remembered her masters words, they were words she believed in deeply

”It the Honor of the Strong to protect the weak, to help the weak when it is needed, strenght used otherwise is strength squandered”

Her pork soup and noodles had not yet arrived, and neither had Fei Long. It wasn’t that she was particularly worried, if it came to it she could take care of herself. Still the woman was rather dense on certain topics, some very basic…

-------- Several Hours Later --------

Chen slowly raised her head, her mind groggy, and blinked a few times. She had fallen asleep as she waited for Fei Long. Chen stifled a yawn and stretched languorously as feeling came back to her limbs. She sighed, it looked like she would have to go looking for Feng Long again, not that it was much of a surprise. On her way out she paid for her food, and thanked the matronly shop keeper for not disturbing sleep.

“Thank you” she said as she bowed.” for allowing me to sleep at your inconvenience”

“No problem whatsoever” said the shopkeep, her eyes twinkling  “after all, a young lady such as you needs all the energy, for the festival dance”

Outside it was already dark, the twin moons a hour or so from their meeting at the azimuth of the night sky. Around her the town was bustling with life, all the townspeople gathering on the streets for the festival of the moons. Children ran past her with sparklers in their hand, their laughter like the chimes of so many bells. It was beautiful sound, and it brought a small smile to her lips as well. Remembering her task at hand, Chen jumped onto the rafters of the nearby buildings, with a single fluid lunge. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, checking for any signs of Feng Long.

It didn't take too long to find Fei, thanks to the general ruckus she was causing. She was surrounded by a dozen or so fellows. Chen could tell from one glance that they were thugs, with their roughshod attire and demeanor. Feng was sending them flying, yet more and more poured onto the street, almost as if the town was infested by  them.  Chen decided to try to stop the fight, there was no point in wanton violence. She jumped off from the roof, her figure juxtaposed against one of the moons, as she landed on her toes, almost as if she were dancing. Surprising the men in the street. For a second they all stopped and turned to her.

“Hello there” She said, nodding to the men around her ”, I apologize for the damage my sister here has caused, I’m sure that we can stop this violence and come to an understanding”

The men merely looked at her, however she saw a gleam in their eyes, she had seen this gleam many times over. These men had made up their resolve, whether it was to capture them or kill them she did not know, at this point it didn’t matter.

“I see there’s no helping it then” She said as she looked to Fei,

“How do you get into these situations” She said shaking her head.

The moment of stillness began to fade as the men began to slowly edge towards her once again, they held in their hands a variety of weapons. She entered into her stance pronouncing her resolve to defeat them, the Path of Manusya.

Then with quick jerk, she shifted her weight and surged forward, her sword still in its sheathe. She never unsheathed her sword unless she decided to kill her opponent. The act of killing was something she found abhorrent as did her master, ironic given that both practiced the way of the sword. His words echoed in her mind

“It is the Honor of the swordsman to unsheathe his sword only to kill knowing that killing is never right, however although wrong is sometimes necessary, to do otherwise is to sully the responsibility that comes with way of the sword”

As she closed in on the men, she pirouetted on her toes, swing her sword in a full circle around her, blasting several men away as it came into contact with their.

“Manyussajutsu, Lotus Sickle”

From her previous attack she, followed by a quick flurry of slashes in front of her. Each hit sent the opponent tumbling away. Sensing those behind her having closed the distance between, she turned to face them, with a simple half step, just in time to block an incoming staff. She responded to this by dipping low into a crouch and then  blasting upwards with her sword held out, jabbing the man right in the gut, sending him flying backwards into his friends.

“Manyussajutsu, Rising Thorn”

She looked about her,there was a large circle about her devoid of conscious men, however beyond that she could see still more men pouring into the street. It would seem there still a ways to go…..

--------A Few Minutes Later--------

She stood amongst a field of writhing bodies, groans of pain escaping from some of them. They were all pretty much unconscious or they wished they were. She looked at them and shook her head sadly. She really didn't like fighting but this world simply did not let her keep her peace, it always worked to encroach her Honor. She wished that there was a way that she could have resolved this matter without having to resolve to violence, it was one of the things she hoped to find in her travels.

She nodded to the her brother and sister, “Not quite the festival I was planning for, unfortunately” she said.

However the one that held her attention was another man, he had also fought in the battle. Yet he was not one amongst the thugs, in fact he had fought to aid them. There was something in the way he fought, the way he stood now, it was as if he was fraying at the edges, only barely being able to contain something within.

"Please explain why this happened." He asked as the man looked around him, no doubt inspecting their work.

“For that” She said, a smirk playing across her face “ You have to ask the foolish sister over there”, pointing at Fei Long.

“Still, you fought well, though I would like to apologize for my sisters mess as well as thank you for your aid” she said, as she shot daggers at Fei Long

“You may call me Jing Chen Yu” She said with a short bow...

Up next in the skill tree:

 

The Placeholder - Posting, but not quite.

 

:3

Penance March

A Night of Tears

[Da'arth]

Da'arth immediately sensed that something was wrong when he neared the forest. It wasnt that he saw or smelled something different, it was something else, he could sense a certain killing instinct. Whoever or whatever it was, it would meet his blad soon enough for now he pretended not to notice and entered the small cluster of petrified trees. He could sense them watching him, he could sense their uncertainty.
 
The beast within licked its lip with anticipation, it strained against its chains. It had been awakened by their bloodlust. "Release me" it whispered, "Feed me" it said. The beast began to laugh and howl, it knew that the time to dance under the moon came once again. A chance to die the world red once again. "Blood!, Guts! Screams! Give me all, Feed me all!". Da'Arth tried to restrain it, as it thrashed for control within it's cage, however its hold on him was to strong and it slowly broke its way free.
 
Almost sensing the change in their target, the four Garon Riders decided to attack, rushing towards the lone warrior, glaives extended the riders moved in a reversed arc, the two tips facing the target. They planned to run him through at once. By then the beast had taken over and rushed towards them. Inevitably he took several deep wounds as the glaives caught through his flesh. The beast then took an enormous swing a the men, however the garons were to fast and leapt back. 
 
 

[Muuseniag]

As Mu continued to track the the tracks she began to notice that they grew more numerous. Form what she could gather the number grew to about six. Soon she reached the apex of one of the many mounds that littered the landscape. From there Muu had a good view of the surrounding area. Luckily the silencing kept most of the fog outside, ensuring that she got an unobstructed view. Below her was one of the many small groups of petrified trees. In this small forest of sorts she noticed a clearing that felt wrong somehow, a gut feeling so as to say.
 
As she peered into the clearing, she could feel a sort of presence however she couldn't quite make out what it was, almost as whatever it was sliding around the edges of her perception. As tried to understand what was happening, all of sudden as if out of thin air, the garon riders popped back into existence. She could immediately tell that they were of the enemy....
 
There seemed to be some sort of smokey black substance covering the rders as well as their mounts, probably another artefact produced by the magisrtry. They seemed to be waiting for some kind of signal. Muu knew that where there was a few many would definitely be around....
 
 
 

[Arc'tus]

Arc'tus took a deep breath, the cold of the night filling her lungs. It was definitely cold enough remove any remaining vestiges of sleep she may have been feeling. It was the third week in a row that she had been assigned guard duty. Though guard duty had been the fate of most of the soldier during the last few months. The general had ordered a drastic decrease on march activities, as they finished their final leg of preparations. Although ti would probably slow the rate at which the enemy found them, it would also make them suspicious. The last thing the March needed was the entire Regular Legion to be mobilized...
 
Still it was appalling that she hadn't had even one scouting mission till now, in the end there was only so much sitting around one could live with. Beside her stood one of the Emerald Aegis, Ein'Zeltrech, he still somehow managed to actually take his duty seriously. Though in her opinion most of the greenies were a little too uptight. Either way it was better he pay attention than Arc'tus, after all there couldn't be a better watchman than a user of the mind brand.
 
This would have been like any other night, however something made her feel uneasy. There was something about this night that just didn't feel right. It was at that moment that when she heard a low growl, from behind her, its intent was clear. Arc had mere moments to react,her training and reflex taking over as she leapt to the side. However what alarmed her was that she couldn't see, or hear anything. There was no evidence of the existence of her attacker. She looked to her right, but there was no sign of where Ein was either, he seemed to have disappeared as well.

ooc:

Ein: link

that ending was soo good yet so damn depressing, I was probably gaping like a fool for a few seconds at least owo

Penance March

Day 1

~The Story Begins~

[The Moon Shines Softly]

It was a cold night, still in the Deadland, every night was cold. The thick white fog that blanketed the land saw that as little of the sun made its way down to the  black soot stained earth down below. Ma’Bwen sat upon a single branch, stretched languorously over its length. The tree on which she lay used to be one of the many massive oaks contained in the Forest, now it was merely the dead petrified remnant that marked the death of a once fertile land.  She seemed to be staring up at the night sky, at least inasmuch anyone could see the sky with the fog . However one could still make out the sliver light of the moon, its light trickling down, in little streams and rivulets of the light, as it became distorted and obscured by the fog.

However  Ma’Bwen was in a deep state of sleep, in recent times she had been maintaining this state for several months at a stretch, taking rest for only a day in between. After all it was her duty to hide the last settlement of the Vuha. She maintained the Silencing as it was called by others, a giant dome of air that prevented any traces of the Vuha to escape the settlement, be it sound, scent or magic. Without it the Enemy would have found them long ago…

In her dreams she met them again, as she drifted through the Id. They spoke to Ma’Bwen, whispering to her about the present, future and past…

“The bargain has been struck”

“a hope prepared”

“and a price payed”

“still a journey remains”

“a darkness prevails”

“yet the children sustain”

“the balance swings”

Ma’Bwen ignored their voices, she knew very well how maddening their whispers can be. The spirits always had an agenda of their own…..

[May The Stars Watch Us]

Down below in the settlement lit by several large fires, spread out in regular intervals. Around the fires lay the tents arranged in small clusters around the them. From far above it even looked like a miniature city. At the same time it looked deserted, barely anyone but the emerald  aegis patrolling the streets. The flames cast eerie shadows across the streets, shadows played across the tents almost as if they were alive.

The Aegis patrolled through the small alleyways formed between the numerous tents, trudging through the sooty muck that made up the soil of the Deadlands. However they were not patrolling the populace, they were patrolling for the enemy. Years of war with the enemy had taught them that the enemy always struck when most unexpected. They were a cunning foe.

On the eastern wing of the settlement lay an area that was closed off to the rest of the tents. These tents were much larger, housing at least three hundred men and women each. This was the Barracks, the home of the penance march. Among theses tents, there was only one who was still bustling with activity, its wardlights still glowing a bright with their characteristic green tinge. Still this particular tent was always active, it was after all the command and control of the Penance March. Even at night there were many squads active, patrolling  and scouting the territory for any sign of the enemy. They would also be hunting for and erasing any signs the Vuha might have left in the region.

[The General]

Za’Meljah sat in the center of the war room, his chin resting on his left hand. His eyes gazing over the entirety of the Deadlands, a representation of it at least. However it was a very accurate representation p information as it changed in tandem with realities. Just like the actual land, a fog covered its expanse. Stylized symbols glowing in various colors , hovering slightly over the fog, denoting many factors in real time such as wind, temperature , etc.

Out of these the General was focused on the green triangles, each following a dotted line that glowed similarly. The scouts, were combing the area looking for any signs of the enemy, removing traces of the Scraping earlier in the day. The scouts also had to avoid being detected by the enemy if they did come across them. Otherwise the region would be crawling with the Hounds.

Without looking he addressed the figure that had come to stand behind him. It was a tall man with slightly feminine lines on to his face, framed by dark shoulder length hair. However his eyes spoke of a deep intelligence, dark pools that took everything in.

“Ha’Vwe, tell me the status of our food supplies, how long till we have enough stock to begin moving”

“We need to at least another week” Ha’Vwe said with his usual lazy drawl ” It is difficult to Scrape these lands even with our magic. However it might be prudent to begin the second phase, our scouts say there are signs of  new movement. They are getting closer to our location”

“Hmmm, according to your analysis, we were supposed to have another three weeks”

“That is true, however they have switched their search techniques, according to our spies they have some kind new method for detecting our magic,  despite the Silencing.”

“If the situation decays, we will have to mobilize the Wolves, have them draw the scouts into sector 23. It would gives us a week, however it will alert them, it might cause them to mobilize the Regular Legion.”

[Yin and Yang]

Two women sat across a wooden table, their faces scrunched in concentration. Both had hair as white as snow, however the similarities stopped at that. In all other aspects they were polar opposites. One had an almost wild aura around her, primal and bursting with energy, her skin tan and glowing with life, her body though thin was dense with muscle, a wide mischievous grin plastered across her face. The other had an aura of perfect calm, like the still before a storm, her porcelain skin containing a kind of gentle vibrancy. She had a lean yet flexible musculature, that clearly favored mobility over strength. As if completing her opponent she held a small quiet smile.

Most of the tables in the hall had been, pushed off to the edges, the space they had occupied were filled with soldiers. Most of the men wore bands of white or red, however there were some other colors mixed in as well. Still all of their gazes were locked on the two women. There was a lot generally air of excitement and a lot of cheering among them, some of were even placing bets….

On closer inspection of the two women, one would notice that their hands were locked together upon the table. Each trying to wrestle the other to the ground. The table was groaning with strain as the it bent under their strength. Simultaneously their eyes were locked on each other with fierce gazes, as they wrestled their wills against each other, causing the air to simmer with energy between them.

“Hey Mel” said the wild woman “Why dontcha just stop, its obvious im stronger”

“Hooo” the calm one replied  “Now now Wa, its quite clear that you're struggling”

“Hah. I could run a few mile and do this. thats how much I’m struggling”

“You mean you’d rather run than lose to me don’t you”

“Pft, loose to you, what a joke”

“The Joke is that you think you can win”

With this short trade of banter they redoubled their efforts against one another. Cracks began to appear across the table, similarly the soldiers near the two women began to feel dizzy as their wills blasted against one another. The observers began to cheer even louder at the sudden increase in tension. There was also increased circulation of ale amongst the men, which in turn also increased the rowdiness already prevalent in the hall.

[Sey'Taal]

In the far corner of the hall distanced from the general ruckus caused by the two captains, w laying leisurely on a table his back resting against the wall, sat Sey’Taal, beside him on a chair, sat his handler Flos’Fleur. Sey’Taal was not quite sure how he got here.From as far as he could make out there had been a sudden rush of people in the hallway, eventually the current would lead him to the hall. He could tell with one look that Flos was quite irritated by her current circumstances, she sat with a rigid posture, her arms crossed and her expression disapproving.

He shrugged, no one told her to follow him, actually that was exactly what had happened , still it was the spirit of the matter. He tilted back his earthen cup placing it before his lips, however nothing poured out. He had run out of ale. Sey turned his head to Flo….

“Hey Flo” he said. However his words fell on deaf ears. So he tried again..

“Heey Flo!” again no reply. Still he continued, “Hey Flo, Heeey, Oi, Over here, Flooooo”

Eventually her will wavered and she replied “What!”.

Sey’Taal held out his cup, “Be a dear and get me some ale” finishing with a wink.

Suddenly he saw a fire light in her eyes, as she turned towards him, veins bulging on her temple “Why Youuuuu!”......

[Da'rthromir]

At this distance from the settlement, he could only see it as a small orange glow to the north west. He stood atop a one in a small field of logs, forced into the ground such that they were all at a regular height,  about three meters each. This was near the edge of the Silencing, he could see the fogs of the mist trying to enter, as they pushed against the dome, curving with its shape.

This was his own space, his temple of sorts. Da’arth came here every night he was in the settlement in this place, constantly training. Every night he would train, devastating the logs in the field. Every morning he would train his strength by forcing new logs into the earth, to replace the tattered remains of the earlier night. This was his temple, and his training his prayer.

He looked to the moon and remembered Ma’Bwen’s words, she had told him on that fateful day. He remembered because she promised him a higher power….

Remember this Da’arth, you fight as the beast, the beast controls you. However your are not the beast, it is not you. Master the beast and you will find peace. Master the beast and you will know truth. Master the beast and you will remember hope. When you find these three fragments of yourself, will you gain true power.

He drew his weapon, drawing deep regular breaths as he centered himself. Slowly bringing himself to center, he felt himself become one with the environment. he sensed a soft wind caress his body, its cool drawing heat from his body. He tried this every night, and every night he faced it, that thing that lived inside him.

It laughed for it knowing that, even this time Da’arth would fail to control it. Knowing that it could revel in pure chaos once again. A sudden shift came across Da’arth’s outer demeanor as it took over, a low growl emanating from his lips….

[Shairnagr]

The dark one stood atop the hill, his eyes looking yet not looking at the same time. Around him the mist swirled, flowing and ebbing distorting the moons light in strange ways. It was quite beautiful yet eerie at the same time. He had heard rumors of many seeing ghosts in the wisp, crazy talk, which was ironic that he called it such. He smiled to himself, if the ghosts did exist, he wondered how their minds tasted.

He and his partner had been assigned to scout this sector, though it wasnt because of a lack of personnel, more because Nyos knew that he would be driven further into madness if had to stay put for any longer. Shairnagr laughed a little to himself, he had been perfectly content in the settlement, after all there was so much tasty fear swimming around in the settlement. Though he only took small sips from the people there, anymore and that  women would interfere. His face immediately soured, she and Nyos were the only two beings he truely feared. But she, she was an existence he couldn’t gasp …

Beside him sat his dearest partner the human Cairys. She was an interesting subject. He could sense so many delectable fragments, she was nearly as broken as he was. Yet she was also more together than he was, all thanks to it. He never did trust it…

……

[Cairys]

Cairys sat on a log her hands upon her chin, mesmerized by the fog. Next to her stood her partner, from the distant yet unfocused look on his eyes, she could tell that he was scrying the area. It was clear from her expression that she found this entire situation distasteful. It was quite unfortunate that she had to baby sit her partner. Otherwise she would not have to roam the Deadlands in the middle of the night.

She could sense him trying to probe her mind, it seemed to be almost a reflex for him. However he withdrew like a snake drawing back its face when he touched the sleeping Berne.

The spirit had taken to sleeping most of the time once she had entered the Vuha lands. She found that rather strange since she had been quite talkative before that. It was almost as if she was trying to hide from something. It didn't really matter to Cairys, she had learned long ago never to take the actions of ace value, it a fools task to try to figure out the reasons behind the actions of spirits. All she wanted was that man, she didn't know his name. She didn't even remember what he looked like. However she did know, one thing, the symbol of his handiwork. How could she forget, it was burned across her skin as if mocking her just by being present…..

Azelus Thule & Radin 

[The Fallen Sword]

Azelus felt weary, drained both mentally as well as physically. His earlier experimental warding had taken more out of him than he had expected. He leaned against the wall his breath shallow and ragged, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. The sounds of chaos were not helping him either. The various screams scrapes and clangs were only making him confused and further taxing his already tired senses. The stench of blood also filled pervaded the area as so many warriors died around them. For Azelus it brought back ill served memories, memories from back then. The Beast had smelt of blood, just like this battlefield.

Azelus unconsciously touched his side, where the Beast had once impaled him with a talon. For Azleus the beast was even more frightening, for he never had seen its shape. Even now it haunted him, by taking the shape of his fears, hunting him with hints of danger and death. Azelus could feel terror slowly crawl up and out from his stomach, like some kind of demon born of the Dusk itself. This fear had no logic nor any meaning, it was disease that it had planted in him. It was fear, a terror that preyed on him during his weakest moments, and there was never anything he could do to fight it. Azelus could only call for help…

“Radin. Radin! come I need help… Radin!”

He slumped to the floor waiting, hoping for Radin to come. It was then when he felt a sudden burst of magic near the entrance. As he turned to look towards it, he suddenly felt all his terror wash away. He felt the sudden urge to move, an urge he followed without question. With all his strength he hurled himself away from the wall. As Azelus fell away, he would feel the whoosh of air as if something large moved past him at break neck speed. He would also feel the cold of steel slide across his cheek, followed by a lazy ebb of pain that followed the path of the blade.

Without wasting time the arcanist rolled on the floor and stood up,  a surprising maneuver given that he was also blind. Azelus bore both his staff and dagger in his hands pointing them at the enemy. From what he could gather, the automaton he had just created, was trapped by some sort of chaining magic. In front of him stood the enemy, cackling madly, behind whom stood Iblis.

Thanks to the timely attack of whoever it was. Azelus had been able to pull himself together, some how managing to prepare some semblance of a defense. Now that he was no longer in the clutches of his fear, he was prepared to deal with his assailant.

However Iblis got a headstart on this, as he attacked from behind, his staff flaring to life…..

When all of a sudden a flare of green fire burst past him, its heat singing the ends of his hair. The flame rolled out preventing the dwarf from jumping forward so as to dodge Iblis’ strike..

Radin was now currently back in the piles of junk that littered the the floor further back in the tunnel. He sat on the floor, his face scrunched in concentration as he, he worked on the rusted sword with another knife he had found among the clutter.

He careful carved a ward onto the surface of the sword, just as he remembered Azelus showing him. Till now Azelus had not let him actually practice magic, at all. According to Azelus, he wasn’t responsible enough nor old enough to handle magic yet, and that he knew that Radin's curiosity would eventually get better of him.

Radin of course wholeheartedly disagreed with his teachers words. After all how hard could this magic be, after all how difficult could it be. He’d seen his master perform it dozens of times without the slightest of worries. In fact Radin could execute most of the daily exercises Azelus made him do without so much as a sideways jerk in terms of performance.

As he finished Radin examined his work, the ward of flame. In Fact he wasn't supposed to know this specific ward. His master had warned him about fire, something about it having a life of his own. Still Radin wasn’t quite sure what this meant, probably nothing as much as Azelus made be…..

It was then that he heard Azelus call for him. There was something in Azelus’ voice that made him hurry towards the mouth of the tunnel. When he finally did reach the mouth of the cave. He got see Azelus in the process of being nearly decapitated by some sort of crazed dwarf.

For a second Radin’s heart froze, and then he was flushed with releif as Azelus rolled away. After this a flash of rage coursed through him, as the dwarf cackled in delight.  His fungers curled around of the grip of the sword, gripping so hard that his knuckles became white.

“Eat this , you stupid dwarf!!!”

Then he pushed, he pushed with all his might, he pushed his energy into the sword, just like Azelus had taught him. However he had never used more thatn a small protion of his energy before, and was surprised when a torrent of energy burst through him.

For a second the ward on his sword glowed red, and then the entire sword became ot glow as the blade slowly became hotter, As Radin fed the ward even more of his magic the ward exploded with life as a large flat layer of flame blasted forward, somewhat maintiang the shape of the sword…..

Done, waiting for review. Kinda.

 

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"Yes, I am guilty of those crimes, but I do not regret my actions, for I did them in order to survive."

Name: Sey'Taal

Nickname: Taal, "Bloody Thorn"

Theme: My Heart Is Crying

 

Age: 123

Gender: Male

 

Personality: Though branded as a war criminal, Sey'Taal has managed to keep from becoming overly depressed and cynical in the long run. Sometimes he does get caught in a bit of a melancholic mood and can be somewhat jaded, hes normally not an entirely unpleasant person to be around, mellow and laid-back, yes, but violent and brutal like the rumors suggest? not at all. Despite his crimes, Taal defends himself in saying that he "Did what he had to do in order to survive," and that he accepts all responsibility for the crimes, though some of them are rumors that have grown so large that they gained weight, such as Taal having cannibalized a fellow Vuha. Taal never did such a thing, but accepts responsibility nonetheless. If it wasn't for his war criminal reputation, Taal might possibly be known by everyone as one of the most kind and sincere members of the Penance March

 

History: When Sey'Taal returned from the front lines of the war, alone, some considered him a hero. His triumphant return was short-lived; While the majority of his unit was thought to have been annihilated by The Enemy. Some of Taal's surviving comrades came forward and accused him of many war crimes. Sey'Taal didn't deny the crimes he was accused of, and while he was being carried away in chains all he could say was that he was happy to see that he wasn't the only survivor. 

 

Sey'Taal was imprisoned for ten years for his crimes for an indefinite period of time on grounds of numerous war crimes, ranging from unnecessary collateral damage, killing of innocents, and cannibalism. The ten years he spent in isolation were a light punishment for his crimes, or so Sey'Taal felt. His crimes warranted death, but no, his people locked him away and forgot about his existence. That is until three years ago, when the captains of the Penance March began gathering members. Sey'Taal's isolation was broken, and he was paid a visit by the silver-haired captain of the Silver Wolves herself, Mel'Fiur, known across battlefields as Mjolnir. The legend herself, had come to give Sey'Taal an offer. Though it was disguised as an offer, it was obvious that things were desperate if they were resorting to bringing back "The Bloody Thorn" who had become the stuff of horror stories told to children who misbehaved in his absence. Join the Penance March or stay in isolation for eternity. Live or die. Though his own life wasn't something he held particularly dear, Taal felt that it was his duty to do what was necessary in order to support the survival of his people. So he accepted her offer. Sey'Taal was taught the basics of Silver Wolf tactics and teamwork methods by Mel'Fiur and some of her lieutenants. Taal was kept a secret to all but the highest leaders of the Silver Wolves and the other units taking part in The Penance March.

 

Now Sey'Taal is an active member of the Silver Wolves, and was been given freedom, though not without restrictions. He was not to interact with those not of the Penance March, nor was he allowed to leave his Emerald Aegis handler's sight unless he was at the Silver Wolf barracks. It was also highly discouraged that he speak to anyone from the other units, though their looks of mixed disgust, fear, and hate prevented him from even trying anyways. Though he was a member, the Silver Wolves also looked at Taal as such, and avoided him as often as possible. In fact, there was a massive protest when he was first introduced to all of the people who had gathered for the Penance March; the crowds of Vuha roared objections such as: "What is HE doing here!", or "The Bloody Thorn? Seriously? Are we THAT desperate now!?". Though the uproar eventually died down, no one has forgotten nor forgiven The Bloody Thorn's crimes.

 

Crimes:

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Disobeyed Direct Orders x 5

Wanton Destruction of Equipment x 3

Murder of Civilians x 23 (Sur Refugees, 10 children)

Friendly Fire/Murder of Fellow Vuha x 6

Mistreatment of Corpses x 28 (Impaled on Thorns)

Cannibalism (accused) x1

 

Traits:

Brand of Spirit {Earth/Tera} [Basilisk]: Taal utilizes the power of earth in combat. He is a medium-close range Caster, but hes not completely useless in melee range. When forced into a melee situation, Taal summons a large axe out of earth. In medium range combat, Taal utilizes his connection with Earth to summon large piercing thorns from the earth to impale his foes, though this is his preferred method of attack, Taal may also cause fissures in the earth to trap enemies, throw shards of sharp rock, and use hands made out of earth to grab an opponent's ankles.

 

The Bloody Thorn: Sey'Taal's reputation as the war criminal the "Bloody Thorn" is widespread, and because of that, many avoid contact with Sey'Taal. He is kept under constant observation by an Emerald Aegis handler, and other members of the March ostracize him. People often overlook the fact that Sey'Taal is a veteran of the War because his war crimes got so much publicity, but he suffered through brutal combat and returned alive. (Increased Constitution and Will)

 

Sey'Taal's Earthen Axe: (WARNING: LARGE PICTURE)

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Status: Healthy

 

Approved and accpeted!

hmm seems like we have decent number, we can probably start when they'r done XD...