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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Sun Jul 17, 2016 7:49 am

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Cielos Luz
For every day, there is a night. For every dawn, there is a dusk. For every Celestial, there are countless demons.....



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Many thousands of years ago, while Lutra was young, a peculiar species came into being. Humans. Humans where always weak, as such when the demons came, they could not stop them. One night, while man was young, from the darkest reaches of Lutra and beyond, the demons descended. They ravaged the land, killing many human populations. They went continent to continent in their hunt for human blood. It brought them enjoyment. Until they came upon Dorthithladh, the last stronghold of humanity. The humans of Dorthithladh had no idea what was coming, and stood no chance against the demons. Or so it seemed. One night, under the night sky, the stars granted their power to 88 select humans to combat the demons. These 88 fought the demons back, and saved Dorthithladh, going down in history as the first Celestials.

Now, after many thousands of years of peace from the demons, a dark cloud gathers, and the Celestials will be called again.




Aylmer Kingl, Grand Observer
Ailianthum




Aylmer sat there, behind the ancient telescope which his family had looked through throughout the ages. He was an old man, older than most humans should have been. A total of one hundred and two years. He was near the end of his life, and he knew it. He had discovered the location of many Celestials, and put to rest even more. Looking out, he could see the stars twinkle in the way they always do, without a care in the world. They would always be there, and as long as they twinkled, humanity would live on.

"Ah... my old friends...." He spoke softly as he coughed, "Looks like my time is coming, isn't it. Umm.... I lived a good life I guess... a few great great grandchildren is good right?" He smiled as he took a look in the telescope, "Everything looks normal.... wait... what's that?"

He focused the telescope on a black comet, "Oh no...." he said in horror.



Zhirov Vladimirovich, Lord of the Forsaken Land
Zheleturynisk, Forsaken Land




He sat there upon the red throne, a wine glass in hand. Put there was no wine in the glass. Instead, there was blood. Lord Vladimirovich took a drink, the Pishaach lord of the Forsaken Land, and the most feared Pishaach of Solas. No mortal who had looked upon him survived. Except for a select few. Another mortal would be brought into the exclusive club. He looked to his side, where a male moon elf vampire in full armor stood.

"Where is he?" Zhirov said, "I grow impatient."

"My lord, I have sent for him. He should be arriving soon."

"I will say this. I am not impressed right now with this mortal. You assured me that this Dietrich would be a valuable asset."

"Yes my lord. He has been assisting our allies in the west with their raids." The moon elf vamp said, "If he doesn't come soon...."

"I will have your head."

The moon elf vampire gulped and stayed silent as they waited.



Agnimukha Vasuman, The Phoenix
Hashbai, Jiddahari Caliphate




"HALT!" A guard yelled as Agnimukha kept running. He didn't do anything necessarily illegal. He just happened to rip of the lord or whatever of Hashbai. Did he feel bad, not really. But he sure didn't want to get caught.

"Yeah. No thanks, I have to go. Bye." He said as he continued running. The guards continued to chase him, through alleys, over roof tops, through a crowded Bazaar. Eventually he made a wrong turn and found himself at a dead end. He quickly looked for a way out. He could have used his powers to fight his way out, but he didn't want to draw his blade on these guards who were just doing their job.

He looked at the guards as they drew their weapons and approached him. "No where to run now. Just hand yourself over. No one makes a fool of the lord of this town." One guard said.

Agnimukha smirked, "Really? Because I am pretty sure I managed to do so. As for a way out." He looked to a window, small enough for him to fit through, but not for the guards to follow, "Gotta go." He jumped through the window with a mock salute.

He rolled and stood up before looking back at the windows, and into the eyes of a now stuck guard. He smirked and opened a door. Walking through the door into another room of the building he was greeted with a shriek. At first he didn't know what it was. But then he saw them. He happened into some sort of all female bath or spa.

"Ladies." He said not bothering to look away. A few moments latter he rushed out of the front door and closed it quickly. Just then a sword blade could be seen popping through the door right beside his face. His hair was all messed up and his clothes ripped all over. He got some strange stares, to which he just smiled and nodded. "Trust me. You don't want to go in there."

With that he reentered the Bazaar.



Malmiahitli, Perseus
Tocanahuacan, Tocanahuacan




"There it is. Tocanahuacan." Malmiahitli said as she looked upon the large pyramid that was Tocanahuacan. She had traveled to Tocanahuacan, due to a dream. She had a dream that she did not understand fully, all she knew was that something was coming, something big. She took a breath and began to slither to the entrance of Tocanahuacan.
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Postby Abserdia » Sun Jul 17, 2016 8:33 am

Laelynn, Inegnstein, Horologium

Laelynn was wandering the streets. It was a small village, yes, but it felt kind of cozy.
She didn't look at anyone, she never made a sound, she wanted to blend in, which was rather difficult.

She checked her map one more time. She already made the decision to check out the City of Decay, but there's a problem.
She needs help.
Laelynn would rather not turn into brunch for whatever kind of unspeakable horrors may very well dwell there.
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Postby Finsternia » Sun Jul 17, 2016 8:37 am

Varyasha Morgana, Corvus
Tocanahuacan, Tocanahuacan


The scent of incense and burning candles dominated the main room of worship of the Temple. It was vast, a gigantic hall held by titanic columns of stone. Each and every corner has every different gods of the Naagaraanee, and at the very end of the hall stands the visage of the Great Mother Naaginmann. Beneath her feet are countless offerings of incense, candles and valuable things left by the devotees. The high priestess Varyasha can be found kneeling, or whatever action a Naagaraanee can do as close to kneeling, silently praying for the success of the expedition that she would be leading today. 'May you give me strength and show me the path, oh Great Mother of All, as I offer you the spoils of this expedition. Guide us and lead us, oh Great Mother of All.' As she finished, a male acolyte of the faith is waiting for her. "Your Radiance, the troops are ready. May the Mother guide you." She never looked at the acolyte and slithered her way past the worshipers flooding the Temple, and out into the open where atleast thirty of the faith's swords are assembled. She observed them in a short while, thinking that the expedition that they are about to commit is upon foreign land. 'The Library of Onikgein is deserted for thousands of years and was in ruins for centuries. Never touched, never occupied again. It is rightful for the ones who had the initiative to claim its contents.' She slithered towards the front, the side which is facing the open exit towards the forest and the bogs, and belowed the command. "Move out!" The soldiers gave a short grunt before following the Celestial, slithering their way out of the holy site.
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Sun Jul 17, 2016 8:57 am

Malmiahitli, Perseus
Tocanahuacan, Tocanahuacan


Malmiahitli froze when a certain Naagaraanee slithered past her and to a large force of holy warriors. She did not know the name of this Naagaraanee, but she recognized her from her dream. By time she turned to talk, Varyasha was with thirty holy warriors, leaving the great temple. She took a breath. Must be coincidence... she thought as she continued her way into the temple. She made her way to the Hall of the Gods, and to the visage of the Great Mother. She bowed her head, and reached into a small bag, and pulled out an offering and begun to pray.

"Great Mother. I need your help." She started, "I had a dream. I don't understand it. Please, grant me the wisdom...."

She closed her eyes. It was then that something was shown to her. Solas burning. A shadow coming from the north, that covered the burning Solas. But then, 88 lights gathered, and the darkness was expelled.

"That's it..." She looked up, "Thank you Great Mother. I understand what I have to do. But, I must ask one more thing... How?"

She closed her eyes again. Then opened them after a minute. "Thank you." Was all she said as she left Tocanahuacan, and began her journey.
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Postby Max Empire » Sun Jul 17, 2016 9:28 am

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The Forsaken Land, near the border of Hundiskali

Max took a deep breath as he dusted the bone dust off himself. Another group of undead had crossed his path and he had ended their unlife.
He looked around the desolate land. Other than the fact that he was standing in the middle of what remained of the undead he just dispatched, the area was empty. Just snow and ice as far as the eye could see.

"Nice.", he thought to himself before the other two started rambling. Sometimes he couldn't even think properly because of those two.

"SHUT UP!!!!!!", he yelled into the emptiness of his surroundings. Here he went again. A mental fight between his triple souls. The fight always ended the same way; With him collapsing on the ground seizuring. Mental Damage, Uncontrolled spasms and involuntary use of powers, all while blanked out. The three souls always fought to exhaustion. Bringing all three of them to the brick of death. The fought until they could no more. Yet, despite the damage that it did, there was one good thing the fights produced:

Silence

Max's mind was usually never silent. With three souls tearing at each other, Silence was never a luxury he enjoyed. Even the quietest places were loud for him.

Despite the fact that there were three of "him", so to speak, they always carried through their fight. The thought of stopping a fight before it started never occurred to any of them. The fights, all within his mind, were gruesome for him. They tore at his very essence.

But the silence he enjoyed as he lay exhausted on the ground. The silence as all three of his souls could do no more. The emptiness in his mind. It was an emptiness nobody else could feel. When your souls were so tired, you couldn't even think of how much you enjoyed it. Just the wind of the forsaken lands ringing in your ears. Not one thought. Not one word. No memories, no worries, no stress. Just emptiness. Like a hollow shell. An empty house. A white piece of paper.

He would lay there for hours. In the middle of a pile of bones, surrounded by the giant triangles he unknowingly materialized as he fought himself. He would stare up into the dark sky. Eyes locked onto his Constellation. Maybe that would be his fate. His three souls making up the three bright stars in the Southern Triangle Constellation. Twinkling for eternity in the quiet sky. No thoughts, no worries and no humanly body functions. It always happened. He pissed himself while laying there. Unnoticing because he didn't have the mental capacity to think, move or feel at the moment.

A couple of Hours later

Having recovered (and washed his pants and undergarments with Water he melted from the snow and ice), Max began to take in his surroundings. It was still quiet. This was one of the moments his three souls thought in unison. For a couple of hours after such an incident, his three souls, tired and slightly embarrassed, thought the same thing. It was during these moments that he could truly think. Calculate. He became a mathematical genius during those times. Able to calculate the mass, distance and length of any object just by looking at it.

After packing all his stuff (and putting his now clean pants back on). He began walking east in complete silence. With his one-shot rifle on his back and his cane sword sheathed by his side. He wouldn't need it to walk for the next couple of hours anyway.....
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Postby Qasheer » Sun Jul 17, 2016 9:30 am

Taymega (Meg), Pictor, The Painter,
Perpieu, Keetaesi,

Meg just came from the forest collecting berries. After her tragic story of both of her biological and adoptive parent when she was still at a distant village in Keetaesi, Meg decided to much populated place, so that she could help prevent something bad happen. Back to the stories, she was collecting berries for her student. Yup, she decided became an unpaid teacher at an old school there. She entered her school, then her class. Everyone greeted her, like always. Even though Sun Elves women here doesn't treated like men, people still accept her as a teacher. That's why she is unpaid for her work.

"Okay everyone, here is your berries... I collected it from a nearby forest and it is safe to eat..." she says. Even though she loved teaching so much, she couldn't stop the fate that she need to stop teaching tomorrow because of unclear reason by the principal himself. "This... Well, is my last day... So... Thank you for cooperating with me since last month guys..." she said a sad farewell, but looking at her student's rebellious expression, she knew that her student also doesn't like she stop teaching them. "Don't worry guys... I will be back after... Well... After something happen..." she hoped.

After a great day, saying goodbyes, hugging and crying, finally the schooldays were over for Meg and her students. Even some students refused to come home so that they could spend much more time with her. Meg ran from the school, into the forest, jumped over some stream and into a small cottage in the woods. That was her house. "Salam..." she greeted and entered the house. Even though, for some people says, Sun Elves are mostly atheist, but Meg isn't. She can sense souls, and she pray for souls. She knew that souls are the only protection and guidance she need until she could find the true 'King' they say.

The souls once told her the real reason the principal wanted her to not continue teaching the school. The souls told her that the principal could here the souls presence, and the souls told the principal about everything happening. So she, Meg, are determined that something better needs her help. "Leave Perpieu, go to Castrai, and go to the library... Okay..." she said then gets her bag, that she packed last night. She danced while painting a horse. With her born-given power, she summoned a horse. With her horse, she can go to Castrai at ease. Though, this is only the beginning of her journey. There are more yet to come. She got on the horse, hence she go to Castrai.

OOC: Sorry if I made a, well, one-sided story here... I'm so sorry if I break any law... :unsure:

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Postby The Burning Sun » Sun Jul 17, 2016 9:45 am

"-and stay out!"

Groaning, März picked herself up off of the dusty ground and sighed. She made a show of brushing herself off while glaring at the scowling palace guard before slowly walking away. "So much for that idea," she muttered under her breath. "Who knew the Empress' security was so paranoid?" Sighing, she reached into a skirt pocket and withdrew a slightly crumpled map. Normally, she would prefer to try again, this time with a...special surprise for the unfriendly guardsman, but hey, there were plenty of other things she could do. And besides, she rather preferred to keep her head on her shoulders, if at all possible.

"So...what next? This city is boring. Let's head...I know! West! I'm sure they're nowhere as barbaric as Father said, and who cares if they are anyway? Nobody can catch me! I'm the fastest, and be..."

"...wonder if the Naaga-whatsit are really half - oh! That was fast!" Indeed, in the course of her ramblings, she had managed to make her way to the city gates. She eyed the stream of carts and wagons passing in and out, sniffed, and walked through. She'd tried that already, and found it too slow for her liking. This time, she decided, she'd run the whole way. She turned off the road, stopped a good distance out of sight, and eyed the horizon around her. Yawning, she fixed her eyes on the setting sun, stamped her left foot once, and was gone.

She flew through the air as the world blurred around her, bouncing from hill, to stone, through a field, and eventually to rest atop a cliff. A quick check for all her belongings, a short moment to catch her breath...and she was off again, laughing at the wind, the mortals passing by, and her own freedom, long sought and so richly rewarding.

After a time, she came to a full stop outside yet another imposing city gate. Ingestein, a sign nearby proclaimed, the western metropolis of Discheheim. She shrugged and walked in. No matter what, it had to be better from whence she came.
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Postby Qasheer » Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:07 am

Taymega (Meg), Pictor, The Painter,
Path Between Perpieu to Castrai, Keetaes,

She stopped half way to Castrai because it was too dark to see anything up ahead. "Whelp, better start a campfire if want to survive this, lonely, dark wood..." she said. She dance of enjoyment and painted fire, with tent. Both summoned, and she lighted her own camp. "What do you say a nice camp out in this beautiful night... Well, except for the midnight howler that kept bugging me every night... But overall, it is okay..." she said then sits next to the fire. Her house sits on the grass. "I never thought that living painting do have a soul of it's own... Yet, I kept on take it..." she said while looking at her painted horse.

She went to the horse and get her bag, then sat next to fire again. "Little Red Ridding Hood..." she said then blew the dust away. "How long since I read this thing?" she asked herself. It was the only book she have now. She once owned many alike story books like Three Little Piggies and Snow White but she gave everything to her students, while keeping this one. The book are so special to her because, both her biological and adoptive mother always tell her the story each night.

"No... There's no time for this..." she said then kept the book in her bag. She then take a crumbled map of this mysterious world. "Castrai..." she called. "Still a 6 hours horse ride from here..." she exclaimed. She kept the map in her bag and take an apple. "What lies ahead..." she asked herself. No, she was asking the souls for answer. She didn't sense the presences of any soul, assuming that she was far away from the souls to even contact her.

"88 Constellations? Demons... Are they even real?" she questioned. But none could answer her questions. "Ah..." she sighed then get up, and entered the tent. "It would be a long way to Castrai tomorrow.. Time to get some beauty sleep..."

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Postby Abserdia » Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:15 am

Laelynn, Ingenstein, Horologium

Laelynn sighed as she walked around.
Nobody seemed to have a lot of combat experience, but what could you expect from a small village like this?
And, again, she wouldn't know how to approach them.
It's not like she can say:
"Hey! Wanna go to ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?"
Especially not with confidence.

Laelynn sat down on a bench and rested her head on the palm of her hands.
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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:29 am

Dietrich Ekerhart Haegler
Forsaken Land
Zheleturynisk


Travelling the Forsaken Land had never been something to enjoy. The climate was harsh. As a citizen coming from the North of Discheheim he had know harsh winters but also knew that the mountains had shielded them from most of the bad weather of the Forsaken Land. He still remembered his first trip there. Back then he had almost died because he didn`t imagine how cold it really was in the Forsaken Land. Looking over his shoulders he saw the 2 Hundiskali Bodyguards accompanying walking right behind him. None of them seemed shake from the cold as much as he did. They were used to much harsher conditions than he was even though the Forsaken Lands were even for them quite harsh. But then he shook of those thoughts. It wouldn`t be good to stand half frozen in front of Lord Vladimirovich. The only good excuse for trembling in his presence would be fear or, well, admiration.

In the throne room Zhirov would soon hear the sound of 3 pairs of boots coming down the corridor leading there. They walked more or less in step and stopped right in front of the door. Only a split second later a loud thud echoed from the walls as someone had knocked against the door.

When it was opened it revealed a group of three men standing behind it, all of them clad in thick winter clothing with snow still all over them. The middle one of them obviously being there leader as he stood slightly in front of them and didn`t seem to have as much muscle mass as the other 2 who were probably bodyguards. They walked right with their heads lowered as close to his throne as they could without seeming disrespectful. Once they stopped they all kneeled down in front of him and shouted:

"Heil euch Lord Vladimirovich of the Forsaken Land. We, your mortal subjects follow your call and obey without question."

The 2 bodyguards then crawled away from the throne and got back to the door as quickly as they could when crawling over the ground. Only one remained and he still knelt down in front of the throne and kept his head down while now also speaking:

"Milord, I was notified that you wished to see me. Being the humble servant I am I have followed your call and now kneel before you. What is it that you desire from me?"
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Postby The Burning Sun » Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:45 am

Abserdia wrote:Laelynn, Ingenstein, Horologium

Laelynn sighed as she walked around.
Nobody seemed to have a lot of combat experience, but what could you expect from a small village like this?
And, again, she wouldn't know how to approach them.
It's not like she can say:
"Hey! Wanna go to ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?"
Especially not with confidence.

Laelynn sat down on a bench and rested her head on the palm of her hands.

As März strolled around the town, she decided, rather resentfully, that Discheheim maybe wasn't so bad after all. At least there were plenty of opportunities there. This...self-proclaimed metropolis was, on the whole, much smaller, much blander, and much more boring. Its walls were the only impressive thing about it, and just being around the humorless soldiers manning them made her feel depressed. Heck, the entire town made her feel depressed. Everyone in it practically was depressed, what with the way they huddled together in corners and outside shops, never looking up or stopping as they hurried about their business.

Eventually, März found herself in the town's central square. She glanced around a few times until her gaze settled on its only inhabitant: a young girl, brightly dressed, who sat despondent on a nearby bench. She scratched her head, shrugged, and approached.

"Hey! Wanna go explore ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?"
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:47 am

Zhirov Vladimirovich, Lord of the Forsaken Land
Zheleturynisk, Forsaken Land




Zhirov sat there, looking down at the mortal in front of him, down on the ground, where he should be. He smirked, and waved for the moon elf vamp to vacat the room, along with everyone else. This left only Dietrich and Zhirov. After finishing his glass of blood, he looked back to Dietrich.

"You may stand mortal." He said, "I was informed about you. And I must say, for a mortal to willingly leave the lands of the south to assist the cause of the Gathering. It is unheard of. But yet, here one is. You know what the Gathering believes? That the New Lord will arrive and bring us true peace. Last night, did you see it? The black comet. A sign. The New Lord is coming. But the heathens will interfere. I need you to travel to the City of Decay. There is something there that must not fall into the hands of heathens."
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Postby Abserdia » Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:50 am

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Abserdia wrote:Laelynn, Ingenstein, Horologium

Laelynn sighed as she walked around.
Nobody seemed to have a lot of combat experience, but what could you expect from a small village like this?
And, again, she wouldn't know how to approach them.
It's not like she can say:
"Hey! Wanna go to ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?"
Especially not with confidence.

Laelynn sat down on a bench and rested her head on the palm of her hands.

As März strolled around the town, she decided, rather resentfully, that Discheheim maybe wasn't so bad after all. At least there were plenty of opportunities there. This...self-proclaimed metropolis was, on the whole, much smaller, much blander, and much more boring. Its walls were the only impressive thing about it, and just being around the humorless soldiers manning them made her feel depressed. Heck, the entire town made her feel depressed. Everyone in it practically was depressed, what with the way they huddled together in corners and outside shops, never looking up or stopping as they hurried about their business.

Eventually, März found herself in the town's central square. She glanced around a few times until her gaze settled on its only inhabitant: a young girl, brightly dressed, who sat despondent on a nearby bench. She scratched her head, shrugged, and approached.

"Hey! Wanna go explore ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?"


Laelynn, Ingenstein

Laelynn looked at her for a second before looking away.
SHE CAN READ MY MIND

She had no idea how to react to this. Laelynn understood that it was a good thing it happened, because she doesn't have to approach anyone.
Instead, someone approached her.
Ooh boy.

"W-what?"
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The Burning Sun wrote:As März strolled around the town, she decided, rather resentfully, that Discheheim maybe wasn't so bad after all. At least there were plenty of opportunities there. This...self-proclaimed metropolis was, on the whole, much smaller, much blander, and much more boring. Its walls were the only impressive thing about it, and just being around the humorless soldiers manning them made her feel depressed. Heck, the entire town made her feel depressed. Everyone in it practically was depressed, what with the way they huddled together in corners and outside shops, never looking up or stopping as they hurried about their business.

Eventually, März found herself in the town's central square. She glanced around a few times until her gaze settled on its only inhabitant: a young girl, brightly dressed, who sat despondent on a nearby bench. She scratched her head, shrugged, and approached.

"Hey! Wanna go explore ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?"


Laelynn, Ingenstein

Laelynn looked at her for a second before looking away.
SHE CAN READ MY MIND

She had no idea how to react to this. Laelynn understood that it was a good thing it happened, because she doesn't have to approach anyone.
Instead, someone approached her.
Ooh boy.

"W-what?"

März raised an eyebrow. Maybe this one was a bit slow. Still, better to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"You wanna go explore ruins in a wasteland barren of any friendly life?" She waited for a bit, to let it sink in, and then elaborated. "You know, go rob ancient temples and stuff and get rich. It'll be fun!"
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Postby Abserdia » Sun Jul 17, 2016 11:04 am

Laelynn, Ingenstein

Laelynn thought for a moment and said one single word. At this point, it was clear that she was shy. She avoided eye contact and spoke quietly.
"... where?"
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Abserdia wrote:Laelynn, Ingenstein

Laelynn thought for a moment and said one single word. At this point, it was clear that she was shy. She avoided eye contact and spoke quietly.
"... where?"

März shrugged. "Somewhere interesting. That's all I care about."

A pause.

"You seem interesting enough," she continued. "What's your story? Who are you and what are you doing here?"
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Postby Abserdia » Sun Jul 17, 2016 11:55 am

Laelynn

Laelynn thought again and answered.
"I... I'm Laelynn... I just... ran away."
She shuffled on the bench and looked at her map again. The City of Decay was circled, along with a path Laelynn thought would be the best to take.
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Postby Free Empire of the Low Isles » Sun Jul 17, 2016 12:33 pm

Max empire wrote:Maximus Tranquillus
The Forsaken Land, near the border of Hundiskali

Max took a deep breath as he dusted the bone dust off himself. Another group of undead had crossed his path and he had ended their unlife.
He looked around the desolate land. Other than the fact that he was standing in the middle of what remained of the undead he just dispatched, the area was empty. Just snow and ice as far as the eye could see.

"Nice.", he thought to himself before the other two started rambling. Sometimes he couldn't even think properly because of those two.

"SHUT UP!!!!!!", he yelled into the emptiness of his surroundings. Here he went again. A mental fight between his triple souls. The fight always ended the same way; With him collapsing on the ground seizuring. Mental Damage, Uncontrolled spasms and involuntary use of powers, all while blanked out. The three souls always fought to exhaustion. Bringing all three of them to the brick of death. The fought until they could no more. Yet, despite the damage that it did, there was one good thing the fights produced:

Silence

Max's mind was usually never silent. With three souls tearing at each other, Silence was never a luxury he enjoyed. Even the quietest places were loud for him.

Despite the fact that there were three of "him", so to speak, they always carried through their fight. The thought of stopping a fight before it started never occurred to any of them. The fights, all within his mind, were gruesome for him. They tore at his very essence.

But the silence he enjoyed as he lay exhausted on the ground. The silence as all three of his souls could do no more. The emptiness in his mind. It was an emptiness nobody else could feel. When your souls were so tired, you couldn't even think of how much you enjoyed it. Just the wind of the forsaken lands ringing in your ears. Not one thought. Not one word. No memories, no worries, no stress. Just emptiness. Like a hollow shell. An empty house. A white piece of paper.

He would lay there for hours. In the middle of a pile of bones, surrounded by the giant triangles he unknowingly materialized as he fought himself. He would stare up into the dark sky. Eyes locked onto his Constellation. Maybe that would be his fate. His three souls making up the three bright stars in the Southern Triangle Constellation. Twinkling for eternity in the quiet sky. No thoughts, no worries and no humanly body functions. It always happened. He pissed himself while laying there. Unnoticing because he didn't have the mental capacity to think, move or feel at the moment.

A couple of Hours later

Having recovered (and washed his pants and undergarments with Water he melted from the snow and ice), Max began to take in his surroundings. It was still quiet. This was one of the moments his three souls thought in unison. For a couple of hours after such an incident, his three souls, tired and slightly embarrassed, thought the same thing. It was during these moments that he could truly think. Calculate. He became a mathematical genius during those times. Able to calculate the mass, distance and length of any object just by looking at it.

After packing all his stuff (and putting his now clean pants back on). He began walking east in complete silence. With his one-shot rifle on his back and his cane sword sheathed by his side. He wouldn't need it to walk for the next couple of hours anyway.....


Vladimir Strannik,
The Forsaken Lands, near the Hundiskali Border


In all of his years, there was only one thing that Mir found to be a complete and utter certain; something that never changed or withered in strength or disappeared quietly into the night.

And that thing was his hate of snow.

As the man struggled for every step, indeed the fact seemed even more certain, neigh, it seemed as if his hate for the stuff grew with every stuttered, slopping, slushing, and difficult step he took. He muttered obscenities from almost every language under his breath as he wrapped his cloak tighter around him, his sword clanking against his side harshly as it was restricted from the heavy, black, fur coat that was the only barrier Mir had against the mind numbing cold. "Fuck. Snow. Fuck it with a demon dick to Hell and back..." he growled, until his eyes suddenly fell upon what would most certainly be a god send, if he... well, if he still believed in gods that sent things.

"A road!" he yelled, sprinting through the snow now with all the agility of a three-legged gazelle. He finally landed on the beaten earth and was about to kiss it before he thought better and just patted it with a hand awkwardly. Then he sat up, looked around, coughed and stood. "Right, right... Gods, I need to find real civilization soon. All this wasteland and monster talking is finally getting to me." he muttered to himself, taking out his canteen and looking down at it with a frown. He undid the lid and the smell of iron and hemoglobin and delicious, delicious mortal nec-

...

The smell of blood slowly drifted up to Mir's nose and caused his stomach to rumble but his morals to curdle. Blood was easy to come by in Zheleturynisk, for those vampires and Pishaach that didn't have the time to hunt, but just the thought of how this blood was harvested made Mir shiver in fear and disgust. But still, his stomach eventually overcame his inhibitions and he downed a few sips before screwing the cap on again with a sigh.

His existence pained him, and sometimes he wished he had the bravery to end it himself.

A Few Hours of Walking Later

Vladimir frowned and cupped his eyes with his hands, looking down the road a ways toward the figure in the distance. His eyes seemed to focus a little better like that, and it certainly helped in this situation.

The figure was a human, or maybe a short elf, and he seemed to be heading toward Vladimir instead of away from him. So, the chances of this human or short elf seeing Mir was drastically increasing with each second. Taking that into account, along with his now-nearing rabid need of social interaction, Mir raised his arms and waved them about to make himself an easier sight to see and then yelled into the distance, in the local language of the Forsaken Lands.

"Ho! Hello there!"
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Postby Max Empire » Sun Jul 17, 2016 12:49 pm

Maximus Tranquillus
The Forsaken Land, near the border of Hundiskali


Max had been shuffling along in a satisfactory pace for several hours, when he suddenly saw a figure on the horizon. Several moments later, it called out towards him in the local language and began waving. Slowly and subtly, he readied himself for combat. Maybe a necromancer or a demon? You could never be careful enough in the forsaken land. everything here wanted to either eat, kill or enslave you. Plus, he needed another fight. He was full of energy and his math senses were in full swing, and he intended to use them before his souls regained their energy and began pestering him.

Never one for conversation, he intended to keep the talking down to a minimum. Max began waving back as he slowly neared the figure. When closer, he called out in a just audible volume with his strange Hundiskali-Trostian mixed accent, " Constellations Greet you Wanderer. What brings you this far from civilization?" At the same time, he could slowly feel his souls curiosity rise and began to actively try to suppress them.
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Postby Free Empire of the Low Isles » Sun Jul 17, 2016 1:03 pm

Max empire wrote:Maximus Tranquillus
The Forsaken Land, near the border of Hundiskali


Max had been shuffling along in a satisfactory pace for several hours, when he suddenly saw a figure on the horizon. Several moments later, it called out towards him in the local language and began waving. Slowly and subtly, he readied himself for combat. Maybe a necromancer or a demon? You could never be careful enough in the forsaken land. everything here wanted to either eat, kill or enslave you. Plus, he needed another fight. He was full of energy and his math senses were in full swing, and he intended to use them before his souls regained their energy and began pestering him.

Never one for conversation, he intended to keep the talking down to a minimum. Max began waving back as he slowly neared the figure. When closer, he called out in a just audible volume with his strange Hundiskali-Trostian mixed accent, " Constellations Greet you Wanderer. What brings you this far from civilization?" At the same time, he could slowly feel his souls curiosity rise and began to actively try to suppress them.

Vladimir Strannik
The Forsaken Land, Near the Hundiskali Border


"Constellations greet you as well, friend!" Mir said, pulling down his cowl and revealing his face. It was indeed a handsome affair, with long, blonde hair tied back in a tail, bright, blue eyes, and tan skin. "I was just travelling back to Trostia from a trading expedition to Zhelenturynisk. It was my first time, and I had no idea that the Pishaach felt so, uh, hostile to outsiders... and that they didn't have any money."

He looked a little sheepish for a moment, and then chuckled. "Sadly, they also stole my cart and killed the rest of my companions. It was a rather... sordid situation, you could say. I was lucky to make it away with my life!"
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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Sun Jul 17, 2016 1:06 pm

Dietrich Ekerhart Haegler
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Zheleturynisk


When Dietrich heard the others leave the room and the door being shut he already feared that he was going to end up as dinner for the Lord. But then he heard him being so generous to allow him to stand up. It had been rather cold on the floor. Once he stood he still kept his head down and quietly listened to what the Zhirov had to say before speaking himself.

"It seems that I was the only one wise enough to leave the degenerated lands of the south and serve the undying power of the north. The hardships this humble servant has to endure are nothing compared to the joy he will feel when he will witness the New Lord`s arrival.

Sadly I couldn`t see the comet last night. Due to the distance between my location in Hundiskali and Zheleturynisk I had to travel a long time and through harsh weather and terrain. Just yesterday I got into a blizzard with my group and had to keep my head down so that I couldn`t spare a glance for the sky. It seems that that was a grave mistake of mine and I request mercy for my failing.

Now travel to the City of Decay will be difficult Milord. The distance is great and many dangers will await me and my mortal men. The supplies will be no problem as we had packed enough for a journey from the city of Hundiskali to Zheleturynisk and back. Also, my party is only 2 dozen men strong. Hardly enough for more than combating a village of unarmed peasants.

And last but not least, Milord, where will I find this certain something in the great city? How will I know it`s the right thing?"
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Postby Max Empire » Sun Jul 17, 2016 1:22 pm

Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:Vladimir Strannik
The Forsaken Land, Near the Hundiskali Border


"Constellations greet you as well, friend!" Mir said, pulling down his cowl and revealing his face. It was indeed a handsome affair, with long, blonde hair tied back in a tail, bright, blue eyes, and tan skin. "I was just travelling back to Trostia from a trading expedition to Zhelenturynisk. It was my first time, and I had no idea that the Pishaach felt so, uh, hostile to outsiders... and that they didn't have any money."

He looked a little sheepish for a moment, and then chuckled. "Sadly, they also stole my cart and killed the rest of my companions. It was a rather... sordid situation, you could say. I was lucky to make it away with my life!"

Maximus Tranquillus
The Forsaken Land, near the border of Hundiskali


Max just shrugged at the man's words as he removed his own hood to reveal his wary face with pitch black hair, pale skin and his now, from inner torment, reddish eyes. Making sure his face was as readable as possible, he just said "What did you expect?", before asking to be excused as he detached his sword/cane sheath from his side in order to use it for standing. His souls were fully energized by time and he could no longer suppress them. From now on, every thought that would come into his mind, every word he said, and every move he made would be a difficult battle with his two other souls.

He began to heavily lean on his cane/sword as he turned his face back to the handsome stranger, flashing a brief wary smile that quickly changed back to his usual indifferent expression. Taking a deep breath and swallowing loudly, he managed to speak; "Pretty dangerous out here. It's best to be careful. You never know what might lurk out there."
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Postby Vulnier » Sun Jul 17, 2016 1:23 pm

Suirat Nemic, Sculptor
Hashbai, Jiddahari Caliphate


Amidst a crowded Bazaar, stood a tent where many statues were on display, most of them related to religious symbols from various religions. In the shade under a small tarp, Suirat Sat in a small chair near the entrance, a statue of a dog at his side. Suirat appeared to be asleep as small crowds of people gathered now and again to marvel at the details of the various statues, only to disperse for the next small crowd.

Though it might not have been smart to be asleep in a place like this, Suirat didn't really care. He had only arrived yesterday to the city all the way from Barka, a week's trip. Besides, with Clay at his side guarding the tent and the relative ease of making the statues, he didn't have much to lose. But Suirat still needed the money for the trip he was hoping to make towards the mountains. Rumors have been swirling around of recently discovered ruins in which Suirat wanted to see for himself.

But for now, Suirat remained in his chair as he tried to sleep the day away.
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Zhirov Vladimirovich, Lord of the Forsaken Land
Zheleturynisk, Forsaken Land


"The City of Decay is less of a distance than you have already traveled." Zhirov said, "Stop your complaining worm."

With that he stood up and walked past him and to a window, "As for men. You need not worry for I will send my daughter with you. Letova Vladimirovich. Where I may be a great warrior, she is a great necromancer. With her help, and her undead, you'll be able to do this mission. She knows what I am sending you to obtain."



Agnimukha Vasuman, the Phoenix
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"Hey watch it!" A random guy shouted as Agnimukha accidentally bumped into him. Agnimukha turned around to make sure the man wasn't going to try and attack him. But unfortunately he didn't see the valuable statue that he was about to run into, until it was to late.

CRASH

The statue fell to the ground and shattered. Agnimukha froze for a moment before quickly trying to rebuild it. He had it "done" and stepped back. He smiled, just then did it turn to dust.

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Postby Free Empire of the Low Isles » Sun Jul 17, 2016 1:38 pm

Max empire wrote:
Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:Vladimir Strannik
The Forsaken Land, Near the Hundiskali Border


"Constellations greet you as well, friend!" Mir said, pulling down his cowl and revealing his face. It was indeed a handsome affair, with long, blonde hair tied back in a tail, bright, blue eyes, and tan skin. "I was just travelling back to Trostia from a trading expedition to Zhelenturynisk. It was my first time, and I had no idea that the Pishaach felt so, uh, hostile to outsiders... and that they didn't have any money."

He looked a little sheepish for a moment, and then chuckled. "Sadly, they also stole my cart and killed the rest of my companions. It was a rather... sordid situation, you could say. I was lucky to make it away with my life!"

Maximus Tranquillus
The Forsaken Land, near the border of Hundiskali


Max just shrugged at the man's words as he removed his own hood to reveal his wary face with pitch black hair, pale skin and his now, from inner torment, reddish eyes. Making sure his face was as readable as possible, he just said "What did you expect?", before asking to be excused as he detached his sword/cane sheath from his side in order to use it for standing. His souls were fully energized by time and he could no longer suppress them. From now on, every thought that would come into his mind, every word he said, and every move he made would be a difficult battle with his two other souls.

He began to heavily lean on his cane/sword as he turned his face back to the handsome stranger, flashing a brief wary smile that quickly changed back to his usual indifferent expression. Taking a deep breath and swallowing loudly, he managed to speak; "Pretty dangerous out here. It's best to be careful. You never know what might lurk out there."


Vladimir Straanik,
The Forsaken Land, near the Hundiskali Border


Mir smiled and shrugged. "I expected a dark, horrible land with barely any cities and where all the humans were cattle. But I also expected at least some form of currency and a demand for luxurious goods! Of course, I guess I should have expected the reality, since they don't see mortals as equals..." he said, sighing. He looked down and shook his head as well, and while doing so put his hands on his hips and brushed back his cloak.

Which revealed his falchion and two-shot pistol on his hip. "And yea, I could tell this land was dangerous. Though, I haven't been attacked by anything on the road yet."
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