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Post by ManOfSteele on Oct 4, 2009 18:23:08 GMT -5
Like many other realms, Tellius was hit hard by Crehavos's forces. The Black Knight, recruited by Crehavos during the war, wreaked havoc in all lands. Gallia, Tellius, Crimea, and even his own nation, Daein were all hit hard and fast by the powerful Knight and his army of demons.
Once Crehavos was defeated, the demon army retreated back into Hell, fearing the same fate as their sealed master. The Black Knight, along with a few loyal followers, fled into hiding. Some claim to have seen them hiding in the northern parts of Crimea, others say that he now runs a shop in the Empire of Begnion.
Since then, multiple nations have put a large bounty on his head due to the death and destruction that he brought. One thing is for sure though, it's a prize that many have feared, or failed to claim.
RP5: Tellius
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Post by eiron on Oct 7, 2009 16:12:44 GMT -5
-{Nevassa, Daein Keep}- www.youtube.com/watch?v=CF4cqEDBZJI&feature=related"I...I had hoped...that I'd have more time." Eiron stared into the setting sun, its crimson haze blanketing the land. The onyx grey stones of the Daein's capital city glowed orange, shimmering incandescently against the faintly falling snow. Below, mothers were sheparding their bleating children into their homes. The more stubborn and the awestruck delayed their retirement, scraping what little snow had accumulated and forming feeble snow balls, or catching meandering flakes on their tongues. Eiron smiled wistfully. "Then again," he said, his eyes glinting, his voice icy, "You always did have an almost prophetic sense of timing, didn't you?" Eiron turned to glare at his companion, who stood midway through the open rampart door, his face obscured in darkness by the elongating shadows. " Why," he asked, "Why are you really here?" The figure remain immersed in darkness, silent and immobile. A single sliver of silver light gleamed from the darkness, the faint outline of a mask. "This place is no longer safe for you." Eiron barked out a laugh. "You can't be serious. Old age has finally caught up with you." He turned to face the figure completely, his back outlined against the dying sun. His entire body seemed to burn red, a fiery halo blazing about his head. "This world belongs to me now. Danger!" he spat, his movements distorted by the hazy aura of crimson light around him. "All the world's a stage, and the entire cast has been filled with alazons!" "I did not say," Nemeck said sharply, stepping out of the shadows and into the sun. "That I was concerned with the state of your health." Eiron stared stonily at his former mentor, then, slowly, his expression softened. His voice constricted, he said "Then, you are concerned with the state of my soul." Nemeck moved forward, moving to the edge of the rampart, looking outward into the sun, opposite of Eiron's gaze. "It's time." he said softly. Their ebony robes blazing red in the pale light, the two figures whirled, lashing out at each other with blade and fist. |
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Post by Angel on Oct 7, 2009 16:30:15 GMT -5
[[--Nevassa, Daein Keep--]] www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcP26UaRPoU&fmt=18[/right]Kaimu had been following Eiron, hidden by the shade of transparency. His task to the Senate, checking out a uninhabited island off the coast of the Continent, it surely could wait. It wasn't something that required his instant attention, but Eiron had been acting strange as of late. Well, stranger.. if it could be said. The time with the Senate, his eyes shined with some kind of.. malice whenever they looked upon him. It wasn't his expression, it was some sort of hidden tension that seemed to come from within. And it was filling the air too much. He couldn't sit idly by. He wondered more and more where exactly his loyalties lied.. where they were centered in this stage of play-actors. He pretended he hadn't noticed his malice, but survival was on the line. In his mind, his mission, his survival, and then the Order. Those were the list of priorities. Chroma was going to come along with him, view the first example of her "father" taking care of what needed to be taken care of.. but she had been lost in some kind of trance. No words would reach her... it scared him, somewhat.. knowing her nature. Knowing what it could mean, wondering where the soul could be traveling. It had been doing it way too much lately, but so many things to do.. not enough time to do it.. he had to leave before Eiron's trail was too invisible. He stood, some ways back.. he had caught up to him a ways back when he reached this place, but he didn't want to get to close. Waiting for the right moment, the perfect time when things could be taken care of cleanly. He stepped silently, noticing that it was begginging to snow. Eiron was a clever man, snow suddenly falling halfway towards the ground and then getting lost in his transparency would make things too suspicious, so sitting back and undercover.. he watched as Eiron engaged with someone, his emotions flaring. It was only when that hidden "someone" moved foward that he noticed who it was. The same man that had been Arietta's companion... the man who had threatened him as he had stolen his first soul in quite some time. He smiled softly at how the strings of fate seemed to be so connected.. he was so focused on his many tasks that he didn't notice a empty spot normally contained in his body.. a soul had escaped it's prison, and was watching this same moment softly.. looking longingly, and sadly at the contest about to begin, looking at Nemeck especially with a sense of feeling. With the souls all in one form, for one moment the memories of past came back. She hoped their connection wouldn't give away their position, because they both were hiding until the events grew clearer. Kaimu thought he might even get a special treat out of this.. maybe he wouldn't even have to spill his comrade's blood. Fate was sure a mysterious friend. |
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Post by eiron on Oct 7, 2009 20:21:30 GMT -5
-{Nevassa, Daein Keep}- www.imeem.com/people/RYGWk/music/1pkr-KfE/immediate-music-imperativa/Much like Good and Evil, Order is a relative term. The mind holds absolute command over reality, and that which is perceived forms the basis of one’s existence. A perceived lack of Order in the world is often the result of Chaos within. We project ourselves unto the world, staring at a mirror of our own hearts.Nemeck drew his Catachresis Blade from the dark abyss of his robes, lunging towards Eiron in a frenzied blur of motion. Eiron spiraled away, magnetically repelling himself from the flashing steel as it arced through the air. “You think you can lecture me on souls!?” Eiron roared, reversing the polarity as the sword stroke ebbed, whipping after the retreating blade and back towards Nemeck, arcing his Black Lightning through his body. “You, who sold your own!?” “You tell yourself falsehoods,” Nemeck hissed. He stepped to the side, continuing his swing, his torso twisting impossibly far. In a lightning flash, his entire upper body had revolved like a top, his empty hand grasping Eiron’s outstretched fist. Black Lightning surged into Nemeck’s body, coursing through his blood along streams of negative energy, the Vorpal Shield. “My soul, black as it may be,” Eiron’s attack travelled across Nemeck’s arms and out the tip of his blade, careening wildly into an adjacent tower. As massive slabs of stone cascaded down upon the city below, Nemeck continued his spin, pinning Eiron’s arm and throwing him to the ground. “Can recognize its reflection in you!” As his torso reached the three hundred sixtieth degree of its spin, he stabbed downwards at Eiron, now sprawled on the ground. Eiron’s face contorted with rage, and he thrust his arm forward, meeting Nemeck’s blade with his fist. Activating his own Vorpal Shield, he transferred the force of the blow straight down his arm and into the stone floor beneath him, blasting a deep gouge through the balcony. Spiraling his legs and whipping his body around, Eiron brought his heal down on Nemeck’s sword hand with one foot and swept him of his feet with the other, then catapulted himself toward Nemeck’s falling body. Nemeck dropped his sword, twisting his torso around again and extending his arms. Spider-like, he landed deftly on his left palm and cart wheeled away, flailing his clawed feet towards Eiron and he lanced after him. Grabbing Nemeck’s cape, Eiron snared his former instructor’s limbs as they slashed at him, twisting them out of the way. Landing atop each other in a tangled mess, Eiron grabbed his opponent’s arms, summoning parasites directly into Nemeck’s body. With a snarl, the ancient warrior detached his infected appendages from his body, and free of Eiron’s grasp, lurched forward, slamming his hardened mask into his protégé’s face. Eiron staggered backwards, and Nemeck kicked him away, his talons cutting deep into his side. With a gasp of pain, Eiron detonated the parasites in Nemeck’s detached arms, engulfing the old warrior in a blaze of chemical light. Staggering slightly and clutching his side, Eiron backed away, then leaned against the castle wall. As the dust settled, Nemeck rose from the ashes of his conflagrated arms, his robes in tatters, his mask cracked in half. In unison, the two of them turned their gazes towards Kaimu’s hiding spot. “Like herpes or something.” Eiron muttered. “You’ll never leave me alone, will you Kaimu?” |
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Post by Angel on Oct 7, 2009 21:32:47 GMT -5
"Peace has to be created, in order to be maintained. It is the product of Faith, Strength, Energy, Will, Sympathy, Justice, Imagination, and the triumph of principle. It will never be achieved by passivity and quietism."In a single, quick blink.. his transparency had faded. He had moved too much during the fight, he guessed.. and gave away his position. Taking an very visible sigh, he gave Eiron his usual overdone smile and walked a few steps towards the battered forms. The wandering soul was quiet.. trying to keep it's distance from Kaimu lest it be sucked right back into it's grasp, moving towards Nemeck and examining his wounds. She looked at him and gasped at the damage, surely whatever they were fighting for wasn't worth death.. was it? Death was the last thing.. the most feared thing.. Run. Run! Was the only word she wished she could scream. There was no meaning in dying. After a few seconds of the quiet though, Kaimu opened his eyes which had been closed from the smile to look at Eiron directly. He stuck his hands in the pockets of a very nice, almost formally tan suit. It looked out of place in this area, full of destruction, a medieval example of war-torn in every sense. His smile dropped a little bit as stole a glance at Nemeck, not wanting to forget that him and Eiron weren't alone here.. and that he didn't nessiciarly have his favor either. "I must.. complete the mission. No matter what. You.. Eiron.. are a threat to the mission. I can't allow you to complete your means, your goals. Which is why I want to offer to you.. to be apart of something bigger than whatever is it is you think you can accomplish. To cast aside the bonds of humanity, the thirst for power.. and become something bigger. To achieve.. the most perfect of balance. Isn't it worth fighting for? Definitely worth something as petty as your heart.. and it's weak and fragile emotions.. don't you think?" It was.. in his mind, Eiron's last chance to run away from his final act of foolishness.. he always rushed too fast and got lost into the situation. When he wanted to aid the Forumers and their fight with Crehavos, Eiron did more than just "aid". He got lost in the struggle, lost in the goal. He drowned himself in it. "I'm standing here.. holding my hand out to you. Take it before you sink Eiron, take it and run with me."
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Post by eiron on Oct 8, 2009 1:03:38 GMT -5
-{Nevassa, Daein Keep}- [/b] www.imeem.com/people/T99gTfd/music/zAL-ahr2/samurai-x-ost-shishio-makoto-theme/Eiron stared at Kaimu, his face blank. Even more than Nemeck, Eiron had feared this man, this calculating serpent that masqueraded as a human being. And for the first time, Eiron realized why. All these years, Eiron had referred to Kaimu as heartless, as a soulless being. He had never imagined that it might actually be true. Kaimu’s hand remained outstretched. Eiron was tempted to take it, if only to find out whether Kaimu had a heartbeat or not. “Kaimu,” Eiron said, pushing off against the wall and straightening himself. “If there’s anyone who can help guide this world on the path of Order, it’s you. However…” he stepped forward, his face darkening. “I now have no doubt left that path you would lead us down, that you would lead all of humanity down, is one of darkness.” Then, he grinned wryly, translating his thoughts more precisely. “Take that offer and shove it up your ass.” Eiron turned and approached Nemeck, who had remained silent and motionless, but continued speaking. “Kaimu, it is this petty, fragile heart that makes me more powerful than you’re capable of even understanding.” As Eiron spoke, Nemeck tilted his head to the side, causing what was left of his mask to slip off. It clattered noisily to the ground, glinting eerily in the fading light. Turning his head back towards Kaimu, Eiron continued. “A different sort of power, the power to redeem all that we have done, and all that we have yet to do!” Eiron whipped around to face Kaimu, spreading his arms “I give this gift freely to you, Kaimu! Take it, and do with it what you will!” Nemeck, hitherto motionless, cracked the air with the speed of his lunge. A second Catachresis Blade, thrust telekinetically, erupted from Eiron’s chest. Nemeck’s head appeared next to Eiron’s, and with savage ferocity, he bit down into his neck. Eiron gasped, blood pouring from his mouth, but his eyes stayed focus on Kaimu. “The disease of human emotion is yours to bear now! Let it fester and rot inside the hollow shell of your being!” With a horrific shudder, Eiron jerked away from his killer, his body rigid and stiff. Then, silently, he crumpled to the ground. Nemeck stared down at his fallen victim, his hood obscuring his face. “Mankind has the capacity to guide its own actions, to determine its own destiny.” He said. “A higher power, a divine Order...what a joke. Humans need not look any higher than their own consciences for their higher power.” The dark figure leered at Kaimu, his ragged robes wavering in the soft wind. “Arietta!” Nemeck snapped suddenly, straightening. His tattered cloak waved around him, his hood drawn tightly over his face. “I can see you there, peering out at me.” Nemeck shifted his weight slightly, as if needing to focus more on maintaining balance without his upper limbs. “I’m happy that fate has brought us together again. This one will help you conquer your fear. Now…I’m going on ahead.” Suddenly, the wind whipped up around the tower, tearing the ancient warrior’s hood away. Where Nemeck’s ancient, scarred face had been, Eiron’s now laughed victoriously. “I pray that when we meet again, there will be a heart and a soul of your very own nestled inside you, Kaimu! Now Fairwell!” With that, the creature that had been Nemeck leapt from the balcony, careening toward the ground hundreds of feet below. As he fell, wings erupted from his back, catching the sun’s final, crimson rays on their ebony feathers. The red glow spread across his body, leaving a fiery trail through the icy air as he descended, spiraling lower and lower. With a final climactic burst of energy, he struck the ground, flames spiraling skyward as he disappeared into the blazing flash of light, transcending the Smash Universe. As the sun finally disappeared from the horizon, the light snapped out, gone as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only embers. They were gone. Fin [/b][/i] |
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Post by Angel on Oct 8, 2009 1:33:32 GMT -5
That was it. Kaimu stood there and let the fade of color enter him. A firey, bright red. He had had a shade of red before, one that was very dark and deep... but this one literally lit up the inner color spiral up, almost making every other light seem dim in comparison.. as if it challenged him even still. He looked down up at the air and caught the other one.. Nemeck's words made it obvious where Chroma was.. where Angel was. She was watching this entire thing.. and it made him sick. She had always said that before.. it had happened, that Eiron made her think of him. In fact, unknowing to even him.. Angel believed that Eiron was one of the most amazing people she had ever met. She was everything Kaimu could have been, had he not sold his heart.. and it.. might have made him treat him with malice. Sometimes, even.. if the heart and soul were gone and couldn't remember.. sometimes the body could remember. It was just a passing thing.. just a small thing, but it was why he knew he had to get rid of him. What was sad.. is he now felt defeated. He hadn't gotten rid of him at all.. he felt him no more than he could ever feel before. He shook it off.. it really didn't bother him.. it just was something that wasn't necessarily the best way it could have turned out. His hair was now died a pure black, his smile gone. He had taken his love for the color, and his smile. They might never return, they might have died along with that sword slash as well. He wish Eiron had taken his hand, and joined him.. that would have quieted Angel up.. and it would have made the mission much smoother. Feeling Angel's soul reenter his body, he knew he would have to split in half and put the other inside Chroma.. and he knew that now.. she wouldn't be the perfect obedient thing she had been so far. That deep down, a little bit of fire had grown.. and he was worried that it was going to be very hard to tame. But while she was finally in their, full.. she felt strength she had never felt before. Enough power to re-tap into the resources that were her's to begin with.. enough to shed.. one, single tear for two of her.. friends. Eiron might never have met her directly, but she thought of him as friend still. He had helped her, and might continue to help her. Nemeck, despite his malice and cruelty... had been someone dear to her. She hoped.. that she would meet him again as well. If not.. he would be in her heart.. and if that was true.. someone was never REALLY gone, were they? Either way.. for Kaimu.. he had never had a victory more hollow. A defeat so bitter. He turned away, shook away that single tear that had been shed by the inner girl, and walked away. "I pray that when we meet again, there will be a heart and a soul of your very own nestled inside you, Kaimu!""Even you don't have the key to that lock... as powerful as you claim." [Leaves Tellius] |
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Post by Drake Mitibuki on Oct 16, 2009 18:33:07 GMT -5
[Enters Tellius]
Jumping from branch to branch the young Uchiha prodigy, Kiarus 'Helic' Uchiha was searching from that small seemingly insignificant object that held her powers. "Argh...I can't figure this out...Here girl, try to figure this thing out again." Khari kicked off a branch and threw the cube back toward the young girl that had been following her. Or rather, that Kiarus had persuaded to follow her.
There were still over 70 pieces she had yet to collect that she needed in order to become whole again. In order to grow to her former power....
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Post by Jukan on Oct 16, 2009 18:44:38 GMT -5
Misami had indeed been following the Uchiha girl at her request. She was following for one reason, she had nowhere else to go, so she would at least get to check out new places with this girl. The cube she had solved back in dreamland came flying at her. She was running as quickly on the ground as she could to keep up with the shinobi girl. The cube lands in front of her., She picks it up and looks at it. Since she had salved it last, the design changed, this time the cube had several different colors, and about 9 of them glowed different colors. She didn’t know right away what to do but she had an idea. She slowed her pace down, turning the cube little by little. “This may take some time!!! Last one you were already close, this one is still newly scrambled!!” She says out loud, knowing the girl would hear her. She walked along as she made turn after turn after turn on the puzzle piece. “So where exactly are we Kiru-Sama?” She asked the woman. Kiru-Sama is a name she had just gave the woman. She seemed to like just being around her, but the exploration of new places made her love it even more.
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Post by Jukan on Oct 17, 2009 8:03:29 GMT -5
Misami wasn’t really able to do two things at once. She wasn’t a ninja really either, she could run, but she wasn’t trained to be the fastest runner either. With this order, she places the glowing cube in her pocket, and begins running as fast as she can trying to catch up to Kiarus as quickly as she can. “I’m sorry Kiru-Sama!!! But where are we going!?!??!? She asks as she runs as quickly as she possibly can.
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Post by Drake Mitibuki on Oct 17, 2009 11:08:18 GMT -5
"We're finally in Tellius the fire emblem continenent." Kiarus said back, throwing her voice toward Misami. If they were accomplishment what she willed it would take either a lot of time or running very fast. And seeing the way things are going, they didn't have either.
Even more unfortunate was the sun was going down, which brought about predators and thieves. Kiarus wasn't so worried about herself, but she had a feeling this young girl was the type to get captured or in danger over and over and over again. "Where headed to the Tower of Guidance. Hopefully we can make it by dawn..."
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Post by Angel on Oct 18, 2009 18:47:35 GMT -5
[[--Fuki, Enter Tellius--]] www.imeem.com/cuteapple-xia/music/kP21zbbJ/chobits-happy-go-lucky/[/right]Suddenly, Fuki jumped out of a brush, lance in hand. She was trying to put on a very fierce air, but for the guests.. they were strange. Two strange people.. one a icky looking girl. Fuki was still a young girl of almost 8 and truth to be told at this moment, she looked silly if anything. She was wearing strange assortments of feathers in her hair and wearing a strange plate of armor under a frilly pink skirt, looking like she was way over her head or playing dress up. The stranger elements to her appearance was that shining bangles of yellow were garbed on her ankles and she had light purple hair in twintails. She made a small glare at the two and then screamed out, "Whaddya think your doing here! I was in the middle of something and thenja came up and like... " she paused here, her momentum had been speaking, but now she didn't exactly know what she was going to say. Why was she yelling at these guys again? Blanking out for a second, it popped in her head and she continued. "Ya gonna try and attack some villages during the night? You guys with teh bandits.. I won't let you hurt dem ya know, you'll have to go through me." she lifted her light lance and pointed it at them, but honestly she was starting to shiver, noticeably around the legs. What had she gotten into, she wasn't a big girl. |
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Post by Jukan on Oct 18, 2009 20:24:34 GMT -5
Poking sounds can be heard as Misami appears to the little girl, crouched down. She can see the other girls legs trembling. For some reason, she doesn’t fear the girl, but isn’t one to simply ignore and walk by a potential friend. “Hi there!!” She says with a smile once the girl looks down to see Misami poking her. Misami was probably shorter then she was in a way. She had completely forgotten what was going on, and her mind was on one thing and one thing alone. “It’s nice to meet someone who seems around my age!! My name is Misami!!! May I ask what yours is?” She says as she stands up with a smile on her face. She was probably doing all of this because she couldn’t sense any malice in the girl, she didn’t want to fight with them, she was just….scared.
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Post by Kismet on Oct 19, 2009 12:22:04 GMT -5
[Iskra]
[Begnion, Tellius]
Iskra sighed and closed the door to her room, locking it securely. The priests had been hospitable enough, once gold had passed between their palms, and sleeping in a warm bed was nothing to be ungrateful for. The tiny monastery was tucked away inside the dilapidated urban slums surrounding Sienne, the Holy Capital of Begnion. The sporadic sounds of the ghetto occasionally pressed themselves into the room, but the walls were thick and the windows secure. It appeared that Iskra’s thievery had afforded her a safe haven for the night’s rest.
Moving toward the bed, Iskra discarded her pilfered travel cloak, relaxing in the comforting familiarity of her Kirmizi Battle Uniform. As she lay down, she again caught sight of the Tower of Guidance, the massive edifice that dominated the Sienne skyline, the cornerstone of the Empire. Or so she had been informed by the locals, anyways. Iskra closed her eyes, and drifted into a light sleep. That would be a journey for tomorrow.
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Post by Drake Mitibuki on Oct 19, 2009 13:48:43 GMT -5
"Misami......Misami..." Nothing, Kiarus glanced around finding that Misami wasn't following her. Gah, this girl was slow. She must of gotten lost or either left behind. She sighed and turned back. As much as she didn't want to waste time and go back, Misami was the only one that she knew of that could solve the puzzle. And without wasting anymore time, Kiarus turned around and jolted back, tracing her steps in hopes of finding her.
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