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An Epic Fool
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An Epic Fool

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It was in the middle of the night when Cain rose from his slumber, plagued with the thoughts in his head - thoughts that kept him from going back to bed. He knew that the invasion of Sophanem was correct to suggest, but when he thought of everyone that died...was it really for the best?

So, Cain walked out into the night, and it was difficult to see, because it was not light like it was on Tuai Leit, nor was it twilight. His feet dragged as he walked, and to none but himself would he talk. He moved to the only place he'd find peace - the monument to the Vigil, always standing proud in the breeze.

Yet at the monument, there was a surprise in store. Something that would be guaranteed to shock everyone to the core. Cain's eyes widened as he took note, of the dead noble from Menaphos...with a sword shoved down his throat.

Cain was left speechless; he didn't know what to say. And out of the shadows, came the ex-noble Sei. The blood was on his hands, so an explanation, Cain would demand.

"Why did you kill this man? Was this really your plan? I wouldn't do it if I could, even though I knew he wasn't good..." Cain asked of Sei.

"He needed to be punished," Sei responded blandly. "Also, why do all of your questions rhyme?"

Oh, Cain realized. Have I been doing that this whole time? I really need to shake the habit.

"Sorry," Cain yawned, "I must be exhausted. I tend to do that sometimes."

Sei rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. So, what do you think? Will this send the message? We're out for justice and all that?"

Cain was a bit shaken. "I...I don't know. I mean, he had it coming, I guess. But -"

"Wars aren't pretty, Cain." Sei would interject. "We have to remind people of the cost. And this...vile thing, for everything he has done, barely deserved to even be called a man. He is a disgrace, just the most of the other nobles I've met." Cain Izrail |
Court Jester
of The Menaphite Empire

10-Apr-2017 01:45:23 - Last edited on 10-Apr-2017 01:46:09 by An Epic Fool

Damion II

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"Oh how the fresh breeze of the islands just passes through my hair and the intoxicating smell of the nearby sands!"

She will walk towards a monument that she found to be dedicated to the Silver Vigil.

"Those morons, do they not realize the people going mad a few days befo..."

Her conversation with herself with herself was interrupted but the rustling of two men near the monument. There he hid within the shadows of the night behind a blossom tree.

One was being restrained by another but she could make out the appearance of the restrained man who was dressed in fancy desert clothing, a desert noble perhaps?

There she would see Cain walking up the path.

"The damn fool is walking about unarmed." she thought to herself.

As Cain was halfway up the path, an iron sword was pulled from the belt of the strangers side and was quickly thrusted trough the nobles throat.

"Not bad but too much bleeding." an odd thought but typical for Ridley.

Both Cain and the stranger began to talk but they were too far to overhear what they were saying. The Wushanko Guards began to also walk up the path and both Cain and the stranger fled from the area along with the body of the slain noble.

Ridley climbed down the hill of the blossom tree and wrote a simple note of a torn piece of parchment and slipped in under the Khagans door.

"It may not cause a bit of ruckess but it's worth a shot." She then disappeared into the night.
Lady of Pollnivneach, Bandit Camp, Bedabin Camp, Desert Mining Camp

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"Always take the most unexpected route"

10-Apr-2017 02:17:47

Darius Verus
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The Passage of Truth

In the chambers of Darius's mind, a black smoke. In the distance, he could hear the screams of the innocents. He could hear the moments before their lives were ended. His mind was set in a realm burning with hatred. As the smoke cleared, he could see the image of his father, blood splattered on his Saradominist equipment. The familiar eyepatch, and the steady tremble of his hand holding a bloodcoated blade. A smirk developed on Markus's face. He lifted his blade, and spoke towards Darius. "No longer do you stand my son. Only a heretic." The blade swung high into the air, silhouetted with the light of the fire surrounding him. It began to fall.

General Verus woke up. He began to cough out the unholy concoction that had slipped into his mouth. His father's words still rang in his mind. He became frantic. He saw Rnoy, and he shoved the hand holding the bottle away from him. "Rnoy. You must leave this realm. It isn't safe for either of us." Holding his wound, he got up, ripping his blade from his sheath and heading towards the rift he saw nearest.

From the center, the anima was beginning to grow into its core. The figure was becoming more obvious. The Dragons became aware of the General's presence. As he ran, dragonbreath chased behind him. The ceremonious chant of "Kruluk" became scattered. Screeching of the Draconic Race filled this dying world.

Darius took his shield from his back, his only defence. As the fire poured down, he hid behind his shield as he ran. The rift he was headed towards was within jumping distance. Darius kneeled down for a moment and barreled through the rift.

Falling through, he landed on hard rock, his blade and shield falling from his hand. His eyes tearing up, he looked up. Kesthi. Mount Firewake. He could see Rune Dragons climbing from the center. They were headed towards the gate. Darius struggled towards his weaponry, and prepared for his possible death.

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Cucco Chaser
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Hell Hath No Fury

Rnoy would stand erect and puzzled by the General's reaction. Before he could speak, Darius was on his feet and running. Keeping a close distance behind the other man, Rnoy could feel the fiery hot breath of a dragon behind them. He glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment, his eyes widening as a hoard of dragons gave chase.

He would turn his gaze back just in time to be body-blocked by another dragon, Darius jumping through the portal behind the beast. Wasting no time standing about to be dinner, Rnoy would take a quick right and run towards another rift that lay before him. Well, Darius, you sure as hell better stay alive long enough for me to find you again.

He lept into the rift and landed on and island of molten rock. Standing slowly, he would stare at the beast that lay before him. Three sets of piercing red eyes glared angrily down upon him; smoke pouring from their nostrils as they began to circle around him, growling the same foreign dialect that all the other dragons had.

Rnoy would grab his crossbows and load them as he watched the beast continue to circle. Raising the weapons up, he would smirk, "Welp, your Majesty, 'tis truly been a pleasure... But I'm in a bit of a hurry, let's get this over with, shall we?"

The dragon would halt and raise it's front paws before smashing them into the ground, sending a wave towards the Archmage. With a massive roar, the beast charged.
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Cucco Chaser
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"He don't look like no cucco chaser to me. Then again, I ain't never met one before."

10-Apr-2017 03:28:19

Sora Verus
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Sora Verus

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Soft orange light poured in from the West as Sora Verus sat in the bright green grass of the garden outside her estate. A short distance away, her husband’s four dragons were happily play fighting over a ball she had thrown a few minutes earlier. The fiery red dragon, Lukraag, pounced on Dythul, the smallest of the four, ripping the ball out of his mouth and using his nose to bounce it into the air. Kenzyr, the large green dragon, swooped in from the trees above and stole the ball, letting out a joyful screeching sound. Zyrkrass flew down from another tree, bumping into Kenzyr just hard enough to make him drop the ball before stealing it and taking it back to his tree perch. While the green and red dragons began to double team the green for the ball, Dythul crawled sullenly over to Sora, nudging her hand with his nose.

“Poor baby,” she muttered quietly, running her hand over the warm scales of the blue dragon’s head. She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back in the grass while taking in the atmosphere of the warm spring evening. Noticing that her guard was down, Dythul playfully attempted to crawl into Sora’s lap, knocking her over in the process from his size. The small dragon then jumped off of her, getting as close to her as possible to her side while continuously licking her face. “Hey!” Sora laughed, pushing the dragon away jokingly. Dythul began poking at her neck with his nose, almost daring her to attempt to get up and fight back.

After a minute or so of the play fighting, Sora heard the sound of heavy boots approaching from the inside hall of the house. A few seconds later, the heavy wood doors opened and Dythul let out a small hiss, shrinking back from the door nervously. Sora sat up, annoyed, already aware of who was interrupting despite her back being toward the door. “Is there a reason you’re barging in on us?”

“Your Grace, you should be more careful when you’re around the dragons.”
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Sora Verus
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Sora boosted herself to her feet, turning around to face the man, one of the black knights that had been sent to keep an eye on the well being of Darius Verus’s dragons. The man eyed Dythul, who was now sitting between Sora’s feet, his tail wrapped tightly around her ankle. Sora glanced up at the trees briefly, noticing that the other three dragons had ceased their playing and were now staring at the man from their positions in the trees. “I would appreciate it if you’d keep your advice to yourself.” I will strangle Kaz Uthor for this the next time I see him. “I have made it twenty six years without the lot of you babysitting me. I have faced things much more dangerous than these dragons. I think I will be fine if you’re not watching over me.”

The man continued to eye the dragons, a hateful look glistening in his eyes. “No,” he shook his head, “Lord Darius and Kaz Uthor will gut me if these beasts harm you.”

She shook her head, chuckling. “Tell me, which do you fear more?” She began walking towards the door. “My husband, his subordinate, or these beasts, which, mind you, I consider like my children?” Sora paused in front of the man. “That isn’t a rhetorical question.”

“If you must know, the fear is equal, your Grace.”
“Ah,” Sora held up her hand, making a small gesture towards the four dragons. With a deafening screech, Kenzyr dove from his spot in the trees, swooping inches from the knight’s face, causing the man to step back so quickly he nearly tripped over the stone pathway of the garden. “Your fear is misplaced. These dragons will do nothing to hurt you without my permission. Darius and Kaz, however...I make no promises.” Sora walked inside, closing the doors to the garden before continuing down the hall to her room.

“I hope I’ve made my point, Corporal.”
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10-Apr-2017 05:15:00

Damion Avah
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“On the 70th year of the 5th age when a group of Saradominist refugees set sail from Dragontooth island to the eastern islands. They had renewed hope to start new in these strange lands away from Morytania. The trip however was brutal and extensively long as they would have to sail south east from their starting location. They soon reached the waters of the Wushanko Isles and it is rumored that it was very much possible that many have not survived or at all. Purists in the Skull region are very much against religion of all types, even that of the local religion of the guardian dragons. The islands are always in conflict mostly due to the Skull and Scythe regions of the isles, many missionaries of the west have attempted to establish domination in the region but has been continuously quashed by the khans of those regions. However, forwarding to present time in the sixth age, the Arc has opened itself up to the west and has welcomed all people from different walks of life. But despite that, it is still very much frowned upon if a religion tries to force their beliefs onto the inhabitants or if it poses a threat to the regions leaders. But so long as peace is maintained and those who are believers treat the rest with respect, all are always welcome. And so we see how the Wushanko Isles is being transformed in the most western part of the Isles, but that of course means more conflict as the Purists have taken notice and are not very happy with the Arc khans allowing such ‘impurity’ onto the islands”

-History of Wushanko Isles

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10-Apr-2017 20:11:03 - Last edited on 10-Apr-2017 20:17:10 by Damion Avah

NecroFangz
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Artemis had been flying for a few minutes and then he landed within the walls of Port Phasmatys. He looked at the town with a sense of familiarity. This was the place his father wanted destroyed, and for what? Because the ghostly beings were “useless”? Artemis shook off thoughts of the past willing to forge a new alliance with the ghostly denizens.

The demonlord heard a familiar shouting to the west of the docks. He walked towards it to find Gravingas shouting about Necrovarus again. Upon arriving, Gravingas greeted him with a smile and walked towards Artemis. “How goes it Artemis? Back for another visit?” The ghostly man said. “No my friend, I come bearing the offer of an alliance of our peoples. Despite my father, I mean you well.”

Gravingas looked at him. “I mean no disrespect but what can you offer our people? We do not have corporeal bodies nor can we aid you otherwise.” Artemis responded “On the contrary, if we had access to your people, we could have you aid us in more…stealthy…tasks. You can become unseen to onlooking eyes, do you not? We also offer you the protection of our people.” The ghost’s form shifted “If that is the case, we shall follow you. We have nothing better to do and you have always treated us with kindness and respect. May you go in good spirits, Lord Artemis.” Artemis nodded and was ready to return home.

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The Demonlord walked away pleased with the new alliance. En route to the docks he heard some commotion from the local pub. He entered it with curiosity. He sat in a corner booth near the door and listened. “We can’t go back, you know this! We know Jimmy is no more…that…substance will kill us all.” He heard a ghostly man say to the nearby ghost woman. “But what if it spreads? That could be hazardous to us as well Mara.” The man spoke again. “Look, I won’t let anyone sail to the island again. We have lost too many due to it. Find me a live being that can handle it and maybe we will be ok. Until then, I will have to post that there will be no more travel to Dragontooth.” The woman sighed and nodded. Artemis thought to himself “A strange substance…maybe I should have a look…”


=+= Land Claim =+=
Clan: The Dark Horizon
Land: Port Phasmatys
Access to Land: Ship/Flight

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