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 Nature's Call
Triton DeBloom
Posted: Jul 12 2008, 02:15 PM


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War could cost a lot on a nation. It could expend many resources in a matter of moments. Worse yet, if war were to continue for a prolonged period of time, those resources could be cutting thin. Failure isn't seen in too great of light either, in this cases. The supply shipment to Mount Volcano had unfortunately been lost, and it was now that a new shipment needed to be delivered. So more resources were needed to be used to make up for the loss of previous resources to strengthen diplomatic ties. Ah, war. It was such a beautiful thing.

Thirty men in the company of another, mounted on equine steeds of some form proceeded along their destination. They made good time due to a technique suggested by the other man. League hopping, as he referred to it, would save them time and energy. Between the thirty mages he accompanied, they could save a lot of energy both physically and arcane wise by using teleportation and portals in short bursts over the landscape, as opposed to transporting great distances. The only case they needed to travel a good distance was across the Ordaros ocean, in an effort to save time.

These men accompanied a small caravan of four wagons. They all rode under the banner of the Zaleran Empire. Convoying these wagons to Mount Volcano was the primary job. The secondary after that was to return to Ascantha, though the man taking the lead would decide when that time was and also how to achieve that. This man had his own mount, and was requested to take the lead of the new shipment after the failure of the last convoy.

There was no real time to sit and prepare for this mission either, He grabbed a handful of men as they loaded up supplies, half of what they originally sent with the first caravan. It wasn't much, but what provisions and armaments they could scrape together, they sent.

The league hopping had paid off well as they arrived at their destination. The cloaked man rode his strange equine out first. What shafts of light illuminated the day scape of the land shown with radiance, illuminating life to the fullest. It was dreadfully disgusting. So much life, and far too much light made for a foul visual scenery for the man. His steed's eyes were lifeless, and portions of it's flesh and muscle had long been lost. Bone was visible from most angles of the steed. He was quite a gorgeous creature.

The man himself kept tight in a dark cloak. Keeping his face obscured by the hood of the cloak, he continued to trot the horse out further into the encampment. Too much life was around him, though it wasn't something he wasn't used to. It still wasn't something he enjoyed. Though for the sake of his mission he could come to ignore it as much as possible. He could hear two of the men accompanying him trotting up closer behind. He could hear the banners flapping in the wind, knowing they were there to provide protection for him, and to signal their allegiance.

He motioned a single hand out from under his cloak. Raising it high for those behind him to see, calling for a halt. His hand, pallor to such a deathly extent. Long and bony fingers came to pointed fingernails, almost claw like. His ring glistened in the light, though his hand twitched in discomfort in the light and soon retreated it back into the cloak.

With the men at halt, and himself at point. He merely called out amongst the bustle. "May I request an audience with the one in charge?" One of the men behind him called out much louder to actually be heard amongst it all "Requesting an audience! My lord requests and audience!"

Such obedience these soldiers showed. Truly, Lord Zaleran did have quite the army. If only they knew how to properly implement them.
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-Destinysend
Posted: Jul 12 2008, 05:49 PM


What do you do when it hurts this bad?
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She'd felt him as soon as he got within the range of what could be counted as her passive zone of awareness, mainly it was just she could feel the spot of undeath that moved with the man. It was hard to miss in a place filled with so much life, the caravan would probably have hit the edge of the Militia camp grounds before she knew if it weren't for whatever it was that was traveling with it. She left Gaia to whatever devices the dragon would come up with to amuse herself, hopefully non-destructive. Unfortunately, their arrival point would be near the edge of the campgrounds and a little ways away, she'd probably make it there after them.

Lilly heard the call before they came into view, "Requesting an audience! My lord requests and audience!" She frowned, taking in the four wagons that were with the mounted riders. There were supposed to be more then four, hopefully the more vital of things made it. She kept the frown on her face as she approached, schooling her features to a more commanding presence rather then her usual leisurely demenor.

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him." Her voice was soft, though the line was meant not in jest but in reference to his horse and state of being. "This is everything?" she asked, her frown present but voice light. She hated dealing with the undead, not because of who they were, but their very nature clashed with her senses. Despite how her ideology towards the undead had changed since meeting Valenus, their presence still caused her to feel nauseous, their very homeland would kill her if she stayed there for far too long.
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Triton DeBloom
Posted: Jul 12 2008, 06:06 PM


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"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him." Came a woman, a rather displeased look upon her face. Though it wasn't something he could easily correct himself. And yet looking at her, a wave of familiarity swept over him. "This is everything?" The question snapped him out of his slight daze, as his hand extended from his cloak to pat the horse upon it's nape. "I've been called many things, and yet they still seem odd to me." He stated for no real reason "And yes, unfortunately my lady. This is all that could arrive. The original caravan that was to meet at this destination has unfortunately been destroyed."

Memories were trying to piece together of how he knew this woman. Her presence didn't settle well with him as she reeked of life. Though this feeling of familiarity was allowing him not to be disgusted by her, but more so intrigued. With that in mind set he saw it fit for proper introductions. And it was with that in mind he drew his leg over the mount, his silver decorated boot coming into view of the world, and his white riding pants partially exposed. It was in this time, instead of jumping to the ground below, the man used his arcane powers to support himself. Suspending him from the horse and slowly down to the ground, though never touching it. Never soiling his feet with ground so full of life.

"I'm not certain of details my lady, but do know after word of the last caravan I have been assigned to deliver this shipment to you with the utmost haste." After he spoke his hands reached up, pulling the hood from his head and exposing his head and face to her. His unnatural white hair spilled across the back of his shoulders, having been freed from the cloak. And his flawless facial features radiated with the gift of undeath.

He stared at her with his pale eyes, trying his best to piece together his memories. And suddenly, Akara came into mind. The battle in the demon lands he had under took, accompanying a group of travelers whom had stumbled into his homeland. A group of whom technically abandoned him in the middle of battle. But honestly, that was a small technicality, right?

A small smile crept to the corner of his lips as he unclasped his cloak. Letting it fall to the ground. His attire beneath held long tailed black overcoat, mainly worn by nobles years back. The gold trim and accent pieces of gold matched well with the Zaleran colors. And with that he extended his arm out, tucking the other to his chest as he gave a long, gracious bow. "My lady, I'm Triton DeBloom. At your service for the time being."
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-Destinysend
Posted: Jul 15 2008, 01:31 PM


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Lilly blinked, getting a better glimpse at the undead man. "You." It wasn't much more then a simple statement, maybe acknowledgement they had met before. She, however, did not return the bow. Not out of disrespect towards the man, but merely because she didn't have to. "Well then, get your men ready. Unfortunate as it seems, we're moving out. There's a scent on the wind, and the lands shiver as if they can feel something coming. If you have the means to, contact the undead legions to see what they are doing, if not, then saddle up and prepare for a long journey."

She turned to go, bringing one hand up to her lips before letting out a low tone whistle. It echoed across the field a moment before heavy footfalls could be heard at a fast pace gallop, the primarch she had been riding crashing to a halt before her. It lowered itself half way and raised a leg, which she used as a step to settle herself just behind its neck. As it stood once more, rising to full height, she called out to the captains and section leaders she knew were close by. "Gather the men, we are to leave shortly. See that the supplies are distrubuted where they need to be as well." She gave no verbal command, though the primarch howled a response to something and thundered off, heading towards Gaia. Best let the dragon know they would be on the move and splitting. Part of their people would stay and fortify the area, the rest would be moving and prepared for battle.
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Triton DeBloom
Posted: Jul 21 2008, 05:50 AM


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Well it was apparent she was still rather rude. From once abandoning him in the middle of a battlefield to neglecting proper manners, the vampire merely contemplated if the only thing that distinguished her as a female were her sexual organs. As many years as he had watched pass in his lifetime, he would have never imagined that women would have degenerated into such rude and informal creatures. No true greeting? No secondary introductions? Not even a mere "how are you?"

The thought of having left the shipment with their troops had now crossed his mind due to the lack of mannerism. Though it was a better situation supplying this small militia to take combat, thus allowing them to effectively becoming meat shields for their army to strike the enemy. If nothing else, to effectively supply him with a food source.

After she gave her orders to her men, Triton watched as what would appear to be a "mount" approached the woman. And it was then that it was official, that after these misadventures of his. He would never travel or accompany this woman or Caranor again. The mental stress of trying to comprehend giant chickens and... well, er, he wasn't sure what the bloody hell this was. It looked like an over sized reptile formed from rocks. And it was truly a hideous thing, one could assume a troll had far superior charismatic traits in it then this thing.

A part of him wanted to ask exactly what the bloody hell that creature was. Another part of him wanted to poke it with a sword to see if it had any effect at all on the creature. Though the young vampire opted to leave it alone all together to maintain a longer and healthier unlife. Besides, it was probably easier to stab the giant chickens.

He had no means of contacting the undead in Necronus. And even if he did, it's not like those mindless zombies would listen to him. Save for the mindless zombies, but they'd take far too long to shamble anywhere. No, the only control he had for the moment was the group he rode with. The thirty men of arcana behind him. And they'd serve him well for the time being.

His efforts of giving himself a proper introduction to the woman not only went unrecognized, but exposing himself to the day wasn't one of his brighter moments. Granted the filtered light wouldn't pose as deadly of a threat as direct sunlight would, but it was still an annoyance to the vampire. His sudden fit of coughing was evident of that issue as leaned outward, away from himself as his coughing fit produced blood. He wretched a fairly decent amount of near black liquid before the fit stopped.

Still bent over, allowing himself time to recover. He could only admire the substance he just spewed upon the ground. The liquid caked over the blades of grass, giving the area of sickening lush green turf a small spot of black. Though with what light bounced around, and over the bodily fluid, would still expose the faint hint of crimson it possessed. It was a thing of beauty, and with the dark arcana that inhabited himself. He wouldn't be surprised if the blood had a slight negative effect on that small area of soil.

As he held his hand up behind him, signaling his okay and stopping any advancement from men he was escorting, he began to collect himself. He willed the arcana around the fallen cloak, lifting it with hardly any effort at all through means of magic from the dirty and disgusting ground beneath. He willed it up, over his shoulders and drawing the hood over his head and brightly irritated face. The burns would heal quickly once secluded back into a dark area, allowing the dark arcana and his genetics to regenerate the damaged flesh.

Now properly dressed for his surroundings, Triton casually spoke without turning to the men. "We'll follow that woman for the time being, prepare to leave immediately. Consume your rations as we travel, and any bodily functions that need to be preformed should be done so now."
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