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 Rise My Brother
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Posted: Mar 5 2012, 04:25 PM


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A pop and he appeared, staring down at the dirt before him. They had killed his brother, they had killed his comrade, now they rejoiced thinking they had stemmed the tides, won a small battle against his father. This blonde haired being was here to prove them wrong this night as he knelt over Phillipes resting ground, wings of light burst forth from his back as he began to channel his spell. He existed purify the nonbelievers and to bless the believers, he existed to show the pointless nature of the mortals crusade against the Aesir.

He knew they would come soon, the area around him becoming bathed in a gentle green light, a beacon which banished the night's darkness. The power he was expelling would be noticed, he needed to recreate his brother's body, he needed to force his soul back into his vessel. He knew he was one of the few who could do this without bringing Phillipe back as a undead abomination.

"Rise Phillipe, Castiel calls you back to serve the lord once more," Castiel's voice emotionless, as if reading out of a book, his eyeless sockets looking down at the ground where his brother was buried. One burst of light and everything was dark once more the spell complete. Castiel knelt there waiting for his brother to rise knowing it would take time for Phillipe's broken body to mend. As he waited his golden wings of light vanished, he looked as any man would if not for his eyes though those eyes are testament to what would happen to any mortal who laid eyes upon his form when it was outside of a vessel.

((OOC: Resurrect used, if any Tristan officials want to come running I won't deny entry to the thread.))
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Posted: Mar 6 2012, 09:35 AM


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It was not a grand ritual. Few things could be grand what were being delved up from the ground, buried under stones and amongst the bodies of humans. The surface of the mountainside outside of Tristan looked barren after the battle. Holes had been filled. The blood of the dead was everywhere, but it seeped beneath upper layer of earth and mingled in drying pools on the level where the bodies had been rolled and stowed. Angel blood mixed with human blood, and it was a feeling of impurity that the angel Captain of the Aesir's heavenly host immediately recognized when the first tingling of life began to spring back into his fingertips.

Soft white light roiled over him and covered his like a film as it spread down his arms and across his core. It sealed the rifts and cuts and unbled the bruises he had sustained. When it reached the hole in his neck where the head should sit, though, the light simply turned in and plunged into his body, cleaning the bits of rock and metal, and healing the smashed and torn organs where they lay. The light swirled around his heart, and in a most unpleasant fashion, squeezed it like a vice grip and shot holy energies into the vessel, effectively jumpstarting his breathing and blood flow all at once.

Moments passed, and the upper crust of the mountain plain became disturbed. Something was rolling just beneath the surface. Phillipe lived. Signs of him emerged with one hand which began uncovering the rest of him like a waking man pulling off pillowy blankets in the morning. Phillipe had been buried on his side, so he had to sit up before he could free the second hand and push himself up from the grave.

He was there. A heart beat in his chest. The angel seemed to look down at his hands, verifying that he had been brought back in body, as well as in spirit. The oddity of it was that his gaze seemed to hold no true value. This was because when he tipped his shoulders to look down at himself and saw that it was good, he saw it without eyes, there was no mouth to smile at the circumstance, and the head that would have carried both features was still missing. A wispy white smoke rose from the hole in his neck, apparently an extension of the body, and the remainder of the thing that would have constituted his head.

The angel appeared to scan the area, now. Body and shoulders turned to the left and right, searching for something. He was weaponless. Those holy armaments had been taken as trophies along with his head. What else was he hoping to find? Nine paces to the east, the massive seven foot creature bent down with untold grace. Wings kept him balanced. Perfect things, angels. Perfect to the last detail.

Phillipe thrust his hand beneath the crust and gripped the feathers of a helmet's pompadour. His helmet. It burst up from the ground, and with both hands he lowered it carefully down upon his neck. Quickly did the helmet fill with the white glowing smoke, and it was as if there were in fact a head resting above his shoulders. The only difference was that instead of a face, one saw just the glow of light. When he spoke, his voice echoed like it came from a long, hollow, metal hall.

"Castiel, Chaplain of the Right Hand. I have a confession." Phillipe knelt before his brother and folded his hands, and bowed his head. He began to pray. "Forgive me, for I have sinned..."
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Posted: Mar 6 2012, 03:40 PM


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Slowly standing Castiel frowned after seeing his brother's body, the barbarian's had beheaded him, left him weaponless, they treated him as though he was nothing. They would pay for their impudence, they would pay for their sins, these heretics would not be allowed to exist in his Lord's perfect world. Castiel then turned his head towards Tristan, he could see the lights of the town over the ridge, if one was watching they could see the lights within his sockets brighten for a second before dimming back to normal. He then cut off his brother's prayer, the angel needn't lower himself any further then he already had, he need not lower himself to the level of the sinners which celebrated their victory in the city yonder.

"You have not my brother, the ones who have sinned are the ones who challenged our lord, the ones who murdered you and our brothers, the heretics who stained their souls with these crimes." his words were cold and yet there was a hidden kindness in his actions, he did not revive Phillipe on Caspian's command, he did not want to see his brother disgraced in such a way by these heretics, he wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself, he also knew that Phillipe was as devoted as himself, something that was greatly needed in these times of betrayal. Slowly he approached his brother, his empty sockets peering at the kneeling angel as he considered the hardships his brother must of faced.

"Now stand brother, we must leave for a time though we may return soon to recover what was stolen from you if that is your wish." Said Castiel as he extended his hand to his brother, not to help him up but to show that beaten angel was forgiven for his failure. But those dirty heretics, they would not hold his brother's head and weapons as trophies, they would not disgrace the army of his father anymore then they already had. Even if Phillipe didn't ask him to do so Castiel was still planning on requesting a force from his father to assist him in cleansing this down and the infidels within.
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-Phillipe
Posted: Mar 6 2012, 06:01 PM


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The helmet raised up to see Castiel, and their hands clasped tightly as he raised to his feet. Hearts full of anger and mutual determination. Hearts full of faith and praise for god. Wills bent only on serving the ultimate mission. Born together in eternity and raised as soldiers bathed in light, they were, as always, an unstoppable force. None stood to the Aesir.

"My scar is my burden." He said bluntly. Failure was a shame. In the moment that he let the heretical magic overtake him, when he saw the illusion of his god denounce him as a servant and cast him aside, Phillipe at that time had given in to despair. Rather than take heart, knowing he would die doing his lord's bidding, he waned. He believed that that was what had caused him to falter and lose the battle against the humans at Tristan. That was why he was shamed.

"It is a reminder of a failure not to be repeated again - a penance. The blade, though, is an artifact of heaven."

He released Castiel and turned to point in towards the city gates. Somewhere within its walls was something that belonged to god.

"Cherubima, the Sword of Judgement, cannot be allowed to stay in their possession." The declaration was sure. They needed but a word to move on the city again.

"Chaplain, at your direction I will raze it and crucify every person sheltered within. Gather what supplies you will." The angel clenched his fist as if crushing the city.

"I will wait with no small hate for them burning in the hearth of my soul until that time," echoed the helm.
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Posted: Mar 6 2012, 06:57 PM


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Castiel looked at the angel and then at the city, he heard the anger in his brother's voice, he would of gone back to request men but now he know they needed to prove a point. These mortals were below them and needed to be shown how powerless they were before the forces of the Aesir, there was one way to prove this too them.

"We will purge the city at first light then brother, I will be ready by then."

Castiel took a few steps away from Phillipe before taking a seat on the ground, staring off at the small town. He knew that the mortals would come to investigate the strange lights they saw that night, but they would not be prepare, all the time in the world and they could not prepare for what was coming to their door. They fought simple soldiers, they took down his brother when he was unprepared, now they were coming with one purpose. The was to be no redemption just retribution.

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The moon rose and slowly began to fall, as it began to disappear over the horizon Castiel stood and began his march on the city. He said nothing to his brother as he left, figuring Phillipe would know that it was almost time for their assault. The reason behind Castiel's early movement was obvious, his wings were nothing more then ethereal images made of light, he could not fly as other angels could, his own embarrassment. minutes passed and as he got closer he drew his sword, the weapon becoming lined with white flames, a wielder of the holy flames and the bringer of retribution, his loyalty was the only reason he was not cast out as a failure, the only reason he ever gained respect amongst the ranks of the angelic host.

As the first lights of the sun peered over the horizon appeared over the horizon, Castiel arrived at the entrance to the ravine leading to the rebel city. He stopped there, looking up the ravine towards the gates, they needed to know he was coming, he needed to strike them down when they were fully aware, he needed to show them how futile their efforts would be. His wings began to glow brightly, becoming visible for all the see, the tips of them glowing even more obviously as they began to gather light energy for his attack, he then began his march up the ravine, not fearing possible ambushes, not fearing the people of Tristan in general, he was a son of the Aesir and unlike those who fell here before he came knowing that these infidels were the enemy.

Still walking, a few strides into the ravine Castiel raised his gauntlet covered left hand, its palm directed up the ravine towards the gates of the city. The light energy gathering in his wings became focused infront of his palm before being released in a single blast. The ravine became illuminated as the beam of energy passed through it, any rumble that was caught in its way was disintegrated, upon hitting the gates the beam released all the energy that was stored within, blowing all that was not destroyed in the resulting blast. That was his warning to the people of Tristan, Castiel had arrived.

((OOC: Assume Castiel hasn't made it too far up the ravine yet, gives the people of Tristan to react to him though we will see what Phillipe does.))
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Posted: Mar 12 2012, 11:59 PM


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Lao Tzu, the Dark Elf Warrior of Tristan, knew this area better than most, which is the only reason why he knew how to get to his current position. He was at the top of the ravine, looking down. He had seen the blow this Angel of Aesir had done. He had heard that Aesir still marched on Tristan, so Lao returned to his home once more to defend it from Aesir. He knew his life was forfeit if he crossed the boundary into Tristan. He wasn't looking for forgiveness, he wasn't looking for honor, he wasn't looking for reconciliation, he wasn't looking for glory, he wasn't looking for Ivan, so he could mend their tattered and torn relationship. He was looking for the enemies that needed to be killed to secure his home that he could never return to again. Lao was looking down at the ravine when he spoke aloud to one of the few people that would be keeping a tab on him, one of Ivan's men name joking 'Knify'...

"Return to Ivan's side, he'll need your help in the coming battle. But first wake him from his slumber, and tell him it was on my order. Then tell him that Aesir is here. And I will distract them, so that he could muster what ever forces are left."

Lao had arrived her by means of a message from a friend, a psychic that usually watched on the towers of Tristan. He had received his message about the march on Tristan by Aesir. And then he rode from Nazca to just out side of Tristan. Lao knew the message was legit on because this psychic, his friend, would risk it to help preserve Tristan. And both of their homes. He had gotten to the top of the ravine by walking a good potion of the night to the top of it. And recently woke to the destruction and the marching below. Now he started putting on his black robes. Then his shield and lance. And then he grabbed and equipped both of his swords. This would be a very interesting fight, Lao thought as he walked back towards the ravines edge and looked down at the Aesiran bastards below him. He only hesitated to think about how many he would have to kill this time, in order to make the world right again.
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Posted: Mar 16 2012, 10:16 AM


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At the zenith of the day, above the rising sun, and like a black spot against the morning sky, the angel Phillipe beat his wings with a steady tempo.

"The sun will tear apart and light will bathe the wicked, and ash will be born of their flesh to sate the will of God, and all will know that the finger of God had struck from heaven to stir the sinners in between."

He stretched his arms and embraced heaven above him, and looked into the aether, and saw the Lord God Aesir smiling, and the time was good. Through his visor of light he peered, and with his voice he raised a prayer to call upon a power reserved only for God and in the Aesir's name. He had never summoned this magic before. It was a gift, trusted to him many eons ago when the world was young.

"Lord, blessed art thou in heaven, and blessed is the body, and blessed is the strength bequeathed to me in your presence. Thereby I am holy, Lord."

The red sun on the horizon was forgotten. In the sky at noon's peak, a light began to grow. It spread slowly, and shone brightly, falsely mimicking the light of day and lighting the entire mountainside. It expanded, and developed a hole, making the light a ring, and then another light just like the first grew at its center.
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-Akio Fairchild
Posted: Mar 23 2012, 04:35 PM


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((OoC: sorry this took so long, my internet's been getting turned on and off left and right...))

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The portal opened on a barren room. The long table where they had their meetings was devoid of strategic maps and briefings. The chairs which once housed their advisors stood empty. It seemed as though Ivan was the only one left who would use this place.

The portal held after Ivan stepped in, awaiting his companions to arrive before closing abruptly.
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-Raeliron
Posted: Mar 23 2012, 07:18 PM


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Out of the portal Zeke would step out. He put his hand to his head. He was lightheaded from the trip.

"First time I've ever been in one of those."

Zeke lifted up his head looking an empty room. Ivan noted they would arrive somewhere in Tristan. He remembered hearing about this place when he was younger. He never set foot in it until now.

I'm home... The thought ran through his mind. It was the first time he'd been on his home continent since his initial journey. Such a turn of events it would be; to come back to defend his country's people.

Zeke scanned the room while awaiting Xanthe's arrival.
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-Dory
Posted: Mar 25 2012, 12:13 PM


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((Xanthe's still a character; Ami's npc'd in limbo somewhere.))

There were more literal ways of being dropped in to a situation. Given her occupation, Xanthe wasn't exactly unfamiliar with them, either-- and there were many ways that a humanoid being could be dropped. From a portal, from a vehicle of some kind, from some jackass who either forgot or didn't care that you didn't particularly want to be in the air to begin with-- from a building, from some sort of flying animal; and that was only counting situations which were on ground level.

She wasn't sure what level she was on at the moment; but she'd have a laundry list of protocols for it, too. Stepping out of the portal lead to a vacant throne room, as was promised, and her armor toppled from the darkness instants later to wrap like water around her. Cerulean eyes swept over the room without any of the warmth they had shown Ivan only moments before as pearly feathered wings burst from her back, and the metal shifted to compensate. Every detail mattered, when you didn't know what you were getting in to.

She checked the sharply shadowed corners first, silver spinning behind her pupils to reflect what light was available, but they were devoid of movement. An empty long table-- their guard was down; and if her sponsor could prove as any example, it wasn't a natural development. An ongoing assault, then?

How odd. Even after the crack, the Aesir had relied primarily on power-strikes-- not hasty recouperation; but if this wasn't Caspian's doing...

These moments had the potential to change everything. She needed more information, and fast.

And her temporary squad-mates weren't doing anything.

Turning on her heel, she strode through the space the portal had once occupied; and to the window. The sun was dawning over the city, but the light it cast was wrong-- somehow bleached; and she worked the window's locks quickly open to throw it open, and lean outside to look above.

Redemption only had one sun, right? Right.

"Metal!" She tossed the word over her shoulder as her hands gripped the edges of the window, and she climbed to perch on it's sill. "A lot of it-- NOW."

She looked back outside, silver tipped wings flaring behind her as pins and needles rippled under her armor and against what skin her tunic didn't protect. A diversion-- It had to be; but what was really going on here?
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-Akio Fairchild
Posted: Mar 28 2012, 06:37 AM


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"Right."

He called out to the people of Tristan. Of the most import were the soldiers and blacksmiths. He called to them, in order to appease Xanthe's need for metal, and to assure them that everything was going to be OK.

'My friends, war has reached our doors again, but do not fret. Gather yourselves, prepare for war. Any leftover equipment and raw materials are to be brought to the castle and laid outside its doors. You have five minutes. That's an order Soldiers!'

"I fear we may be the only ones available to fight off the higher powered... I can't feel the presence of any of the other advisors... They're either not here yet,, or..."

He didn't want to say it... He didn't want to admit that his bretheren had possibly been slain already by this incoming force... He didn't want to consider that, perhaps, that was the reason Tristan's cries had been so frantic. He shook the idea from his mind, trying to collect himself.

"Right. Here's the situation: the Tristan Army relies just as much on strategy as it does our forefront fighters. However, our forefront is no comprised of you two and me-"

"And me," a voice called from somewhere inside the walls.

A woman stepped out, the rocky walls of the castle melting around her as she moved, affected by the alchemy she controlled. Her eyes were a sharp blue, mirroring Ivan's, and her hair shone the same color as her eyes. She ehld a mischievous smirk on her face, as if she was glad to have caught Ivan off guard. Ivan's eye went dark.

"What are you doing here?" he snarled, "I thought I told you to get out of my life."

"I seem to recall an exception to that command, little Ichirou."

"If you're clean," he mocked, "I'm an Orc."

"Believe what you want," she snapped back, "Point is, you need help and I've been looking for you."

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true. She had never been as strong as Ivan, and still wasn't, but she was still a strong ally, and Ivan needed those right now.

"Fine," he sighed, "Our forces are now up to four. We need to take out the angels while my men take care of any ground forces. If they start to lose ground, Zeke, I expect you to be at their side, giving them whatever backup they need."

He hoped that the newly turned vampire would be able to hold his own in a large fight. He has gotten a taste of what he could do, but one was never sure the difference fighting with a large group of allies would make.

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Posted: Mar 30 2012, 09:01 AM


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"If they start to lose ground, Zeke, I expect you to be at their side, giving them whatever backup they need," Ivan said.

Never had Zeke been put on the spot. He'd always just do what he needed or would act out of impulse. But now things were different; he was different. His recent transformation brought new opportunities to his persona. His agility increased. What was still unknown was his strength. Could his transformation have a profound effect on his rage?

Zeke looked at Ivan. "I'll help hold the front-line of our ground forces." Never has Zeke commanded or helped push a large force of allies. He was excited as much as he was nervous. Had he said 'he would do what he can', it may have made him seem that he was incompetent.

He had his orders now; but Zeke would listen attentively as Ivan continued his strategy before heading off.
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Posted: Apr 6 2012, 10:47 PM


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Talking and talking... and so much more talking. Xanthe glanced over her shoulder, silver cored eyes flickering between Ivan and the youngling as the first began to explain the situation-- or what he understood of it, anyway. They relied on strategy-- great for them, clearly theirs had been working, or Xanthe wouldn't have been perched in their throne room window.

She turned her gaze back outside before the sarcasm could reach her expression, balance slipping precariously from the window as she half swung by one arm to look toward the castle gate and the mounting pile of metal forming there. It was a comparatively slow process, given that they were in the face of divine intervention, but it would have to do. The other option was to simply rip all of the metal from the city, and that was what she was there to protect. A five minute variable then...

Her eyes moved up, marking the tip of the highest building; and back to the stonework below. It wasn't about the city. Couldn't have been-- they'd have already been dead. That they hadn't simply been annhilated-- a show of respect.

They had something the Aesir didn't.

But what?

She swung back in to the window as Ivan and what appeared to be a relative of his finished up looked like a familial squabble; eyes flickering after Zeke as he made his departure, before she focused on Ivan again.

"You want the castle on lockdown. Last guy I saw say 'no' to the Aesir lost the vast majority of his demographic all at once."

She paused, eyes flickering away as she considered ways of asking for the answers she needed to know.

"Can you think of anything-- anything at all-- that you have which belongs to the Aesir?"
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Posted: Apr 7 2012, 12:49 AM


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"...And yay, admonish them through all the days of their lives."

He was pulled back from the precipice of softer damnation. Being excommunicated from God through death was an experience he couldn't return to. He had cringed and thrown up his arms to defend against the light that consumed him in his final moments. When the blade cleft his head from his shoulders, and darkness drenched his white robes and seeped into the holes gouged out of his body, that was when Phillipe felt most disconnected from his Lord.

It was different now. Filled with light, he felt the Aesir touch him and fill those gaps until he was overflowing with it and the essence of heaven dripped from the pores in his skin like sweat. What he needed, God could provide, and it was His will that Phillipe bring the souls of all the people in Tristan under the Aesir's gaze for judgement.

No, he had never cast this spell. Yes, he had always had the power to. The powers of heaven were sacred things, however. Until warranted by the decree of the Chaplain, he had been fearful to even suggest it.



The rings in the sky grew until they created halos around the whole mountain peak. One after another they spread out from the central source of all the radiant energy, and there calling the magic was the angel.
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-Akio Fairchild
Posted: Apr 7 2012, 10:20 AM


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"They want Tristan," he explained.

He thought for a moment, his mind going through the latest series of events to befall Tristan.

"Phillipe." he finally spoke, "When he was killed... There were independents, people who had come to aid Tristan... They had no respect for the dead. They took his heart and head."

Ivan tried to remember who had been the culprit, but it didn't come to him. He had been so close to passing out, fatigue and pain having replaced almost all of his thoughts. He wasn't sure, but he believed it might have been the girl, "Zaria."

"She took his heart, but Tristan is responsible for Phillipe's fall. They want revenge. They intend to kill us all," he stopped himself, "But why haven't they?"

He looked out the window, seeing the beacon rising high above the city. This was some sort of spell, a powerful spell at that. He could feel the holy energies coursing off of it, conflicting with the darkness inside himself.

A psychic signal sent out from Ivan, reaching any mages and scholars his mind could find, 'Do we have an identification on the energy hovering over Tristan?'
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Posted: Apr 12 2012, 12:46 PM


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Zeke walked with the men into the armory. It was the first time he was using armor, but he had to prepare for the worst. As he geared himself he looked at the soldiers. Their eyes; they were scared, but they didn't have a choice. It was either fight for freedom or die trying. It was for their home and for their families.

"Why now?" a soldier cried. "Why do they wish to come now to slaughter us." His negativity brought attention to him and the men slowed down. They looked at him angrily. Some began pushing and shoving while others began to argue that his feelings should be justified.

Zeke sighed. This was getting out of hand. Fear was getting the better of them. He needed to change their outlook.

"You're scared." Zeke stated. The arguing and the riot quickly died down as they looked at him. "You're all afraid of dying. I know that feeling."

"You're a warrior. You should never be afraid," one of the soldiers retorted.

"But I was -- I knew my time was coming when I fell. I was scared, but I didn't go down without a fight." Zeke began to remember the events that transpired recently. "I was bitten recently by a demonic vampire. He overpowered me, bit me for his own strength and tossed me to the side. I laid there, giving up on myself because I wasn't good enough, but I was given a second chance."

Zeke scanned everyone's faces. "We all are on the verge of death, but are we wiling to let THEM come here and kill everyone? To allow them to burn our homes, slaughter our families. Are we willing to sacrifice everything off the chance that you MIGHT survive if we run? IF we go down that route, we've already lost. Each of us has something to live for.

Do it for your home and your families. Do it for yourself. To know that if we are victorious; that we can overcome those who wish to commit genocide and fail to do it, you can let your children know and their children in the future that you were the ones who overcame the Aesir Onslaught.

I fight for you even though I am stranger to all of you. If I die, then it was my time, but give yourself a second chance -- Give everyone a second chance here. With steel and magic we will hold and overcome what the Aesir wish to have. Counter your fear by pushing it back on them; that they wish to not die against the hands of mortals."

The soldiers looked reassured. It was better than what they were before. Their eyes showed signs of life. They were ready for battle.. "Arm yourselves."

The men geared and grabbed their weapons and marched out of the armory as a unit.

Let weakness be consumed. Let Strength Overcome -- no... Let weakness be your Strength -- Let Strength Overcome...
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Posted: Apr 15 2012, 02:25 PM


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((Trigger))
((Pre-emptive apology to Akio... I'm not this much of a bitch, but Xanthe is.))

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For a long moment, Xanthe simply stared at the man dumbly. She'd just gone over this-- it wasn't about Tristan, and she doubted it was about the desecration of a corpse... though the mentioning of such things brought other possibilities to mind.

Finally, she moved back to the window to reassess the situation. The people she was working for were idiots-- but that was fine. She didn't need their cooperation to save the day, and she sure as hell didn't need their utter lack of investigative potential, either. She had more than enough tricks up her sleeves to keep them alive-- maybe they'd be a little more forthcoming once the threat had passed.

Speaking of which, it was growing exponentially.

It was beginning to look more and more like the world around her was content to simply talk about the devils at their doorstep; but Xanthe had never really been the 'talking' type. Sighing, she pulled herself on to the window sill again, and looked downward toward the metal as, piece by piece, it began to liquify and run cobblestone canals back throughout the city. She had a plan, but if she was going to pull it off properly, she needed enough metal in an even spread-- and someone competent enough to watch her back.

From the looks of things, she had a minute to find both.

She fell forward, wings catching her in the descent, and swooping her sharply up toward the tip of the castle as her eyes moved further up to trace the rings of light forming around the city, and the crux of energy positioned near it's center. She didn't recognize the spell; but then, the Aesir had only ever been a secondary target for her. Such was not the case for everyone involved.

Settling upon the highest peak of the castle, she sighed and lowered her eyes again-- back to the metal, to the city she'd be defending-- and shook her head. He was late.

Actually, everyone was late. Every -thing- was late; and actually it was starting to piss her off. She sighed as she absorbed the double take, and looked up once more-- dude was just kinda hovering there? And there was a burst of power not far from where she stood; power she knew very well--

She didn't have time to play hide and seek.

Here's your shot. She sighed as she rose, and shook her head. Don't miss it. And she was just... gone.

((Xanthe doesn't need to be here. Akio, do something; and you'll survive. Raeliron, feel free to come with me if you so choose.))
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-Raeliron
Posted: May 4 2012, 01:13 PM


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Zeke was outside of the fortress. It was quite. The men were speaking with one another. Where was everyone else?

I've a bad feeling about this.

"Men. Let's retreat. Lets take the women and children to the portals and get them out of here. Something isn't right."

The men didn't think twice. They hurried back into the fortress. Zeke would oversee they get through before the Aesir came.

Where is Xanthe?

Zeke would search the castle or possibly elsewhere.

(I'm getting out of this one. No one is around :/)
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-Akio Fairchild
Posted: May 22 2012, 02:39 PM


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It was just Ivan and Samantha now. The others had left, Ivan did not blame them. He had been a terrible interim leader in Lady Myuna's absence, and may very well have caused the destruction of her city... But thanks to Ivan, her people were still safe, miles away now from the destruction that would rain from above.

The walls of Tristan had been covered in metal by Xanthe, coating it in a protective shell, but this would likely not be enough, judging by the sheer size of the attack to come.

"I'm ready," Samantha finally stated, joking, "You aren't going to run away again, are ya?"

Ivan scowled, initially taking Samantha seriously. She started to laugh, and so did he. The joke wasn't very funny, the laughter more nerves coming to the surface. They were both scared. They weren't sure if they would be able to stand up to their opposition.

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A portal formed outside the gates of Tristan and two warriors stepped out: one, an undead Black Mage wielding a short sword in his right hand, a dark lance protruding out of what was left of his left wrist, the other a solemn and dirty Elf covered in dirt, scratches and blood from previous battles, a Mage Staff gripped tightly in her fingers.

"Phillipe," Ivan mused, "I have to say, I'm surprised to see you again..."

His neck cracked as he stretched for a moment.

"I take it, then, that you've been given a second chance?" he asked, "And now you're both here to destroy our home."

Earth began to shift under Samantha's feet, raising the Elf to twice her normal height. The dirt and rock continued to churn, rising through the pillars beneath Samantha's feet and wrapping around her, giving the Elf the appearance of a stone golem.

"I'd like to see you try."
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