Introduction
Murder and Betrayal. The current regent of the Kingdom who was the King’s brother has murdered both king and queen, and the heir’s self and family. Bloodstains coat this vile man’s hands as he now has for the most part stolen the crown with ease. The templar and magi support him as he now tries to force the princess into marrying his son so his family may take the proper title and crown without civil war. Though to keep the illusion of his innocence up he has allowed princes from neighboring lands to come and try to win her.
The world is a dark place martial law has been implemented guards patrol nonstop those who stand against the regent’s madness are executed with out any proof of guilt. As always in these lands humans suffer from xenophobia and often with violently reject or repress other races. Under the regent’s rule violence against other races have risen. Though who can stand against a man who controls the power of magic and faith.
Kai’Drona is a human kingdom filled with a large population of Plains humans. They dislike most races and there is open hatred towards all things not human. It is not uncommon for violence against other races. Kai’Drona is a large kingdom holding hundreds of villages of a few cities. Though it will be mainly focused on the capital Victarith. This city is a massive sprawling city holding four massive walls to house the tens of thousands who live in this thriving city. Crime is fluent due to his mass population and major trade ports.
(If you do not specify what type of human you are, you will be assumed to be a plains human.)
Main Spots.
The Regent. Lord Malidur
The Princess. Princess Sophie
Regent’s Son. Sir Malidur
Human Suitors.
1. Prince Necron
2.
3.
4.
Minor Roles.
Templar. Powerful knights trained in the use of channeling their faith into vicious and deadly blasts of energy. These men are feared as unlike mages they have unlimited power at their disposal. The corrupt templar serve the Regent.
1. Ser Victiara
2.
3.
Magi of Kai’Drona. Septriss’ Chosen are taken at birth to be trained by this order. They are loyal to the Regent though some may still hold loyalty to the rightful crown. They are capable of casting magic, though it drains their physical attributes fatiguing them the more they cast.
1.
2.
3.
Elven Suitors.
1.
2.
Princess’ Friends.
City Residence.
Laisha Dedwin
Sekivar
Zethya Draker
Castle Guards.
Knights.
Ser Azor
"Monsters"
Nathaniel Bennet
Hijian Ahsteel
Elves-Others
Raine Songrose
Races.(These are the base races, you may play as anything you want… for creating physical descriptions of my races just ask if you need help.)
(Races with a * are restricted to players I know won’t abuse their power or leave in the middle of the role-play)
Humans
Plains. These are the civilized humans adaptable and balanced. They are the main population of the cities.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Green/Brown
Hair. Black/Brown
Skin. Light/pale
Height. 4’9-5’2
Creator God. Mealis and Zatolen
Background. Plains humans though weak compared to most races are numerous and rely on cunning and technology rather then brute force. Considering their way of life civil and the ‘barbaric’ ways of other races. Often predigest towards other races due to their upbringings in Plains cities devoid of other races. They do not have a base alignment and are often seen as the adaptive race capable of overcoming most challenges. Their kind are also place woman as secondary citizens below men.
Black Jet Imperial. People born in the Black Jet Empire homeland. Strong physically and inventive mentally. Though emotionally closed these powerful humans make excellent warriors even if they lack the strategic thinking of other humans. Mass in numbers and powerful in strength the only thing that can stop these berserkers is strategy.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Blue
Hair Blonde
Skin White
Height 6’4-10’0
Creator God. The True Mother
Background. The Black Jet Imperials are a proud race great in numbers, physical strength, and technology. Due to their advancement they wish to spread their culture, and teach the lesser races how to properly live and worship. Unlike plains humans who are more accepting religiously… Black Jet Imperials only allow the worship of their one god. They worship a goddess known as the True Mother most races do not know nor understand who this True Mother is. Imperials lack emotional feelings, still capable of feeling their sense of emotion is dulled severely… many believe they lack it even though they don’t.
Children of the Wolf/Bear. Referred to as barbarians due to their closeness to nature and hatred of cities. These humans can take on a bestial appearance. The Sons of the Bear are physically superior, but mentally weaker then plains humans. While Daughters of the Wolf are agile, fierce, and beautiful.
Average Appearance. (Sons of the Bear)
Eyes. Green/Blue
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 6’8-7’4
Creator God. The Bear God
Background. Powerful warriors born of the Isles of Fa’rona their word is their life, honorable and fierce their determination in combat is incredible their deeds great. They are the warriors of the Isles and are in constant struggle with the Plains humans of the Humanic Empire.
Average Appearance. (Daughters of the Wolf)
Eyes. Blue/Violet
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 5’4-6’0
Creator God. The Wolf Goddess
Background. These warriors of the Isles of Fa’rona are considered the ultimate form of human beauty. Which is both a blessing and a curse, due to their beauty and command air they are often kidnapped during Humanic Raids to be taking as trophy wives under lords of Plains Humans… one must be careful even unarmed these agile woman are capable of dispatching trained soldiers barehanded.
The Corrupted(Fully Corrupted*). These humans have defiled their flesh in the name of the dark god of corruption Zatolen. The more they mutilate their bodies the more in tune they become with their dark fell deity. They go from twisted abominations to insanely powerful fully corrupted which can easily pass as humans. The usually time it takes for full corruption is twenty four years… the fastest known time to full corruption was six years. A fully corrupted is capable of ripping through armor and solid stone with bare hands.
Average Appearance.
Would appear much like their native race except partial corruption causes clear signs of demonic influence. Their eyes would always be a shade of Red. //Red, Orange, Violet, ect.// Though often considered evil Corrupted are whatever dispostion they choose, good, evil, or neutral Corrupted do not always resemble to image earned by their weak minded kin… the Corrupted who truly abuse their powers.
Black Hearts*. Those who actual become one with Zatolen when they ascend to their fully Corrupted forms. Incorpral these beings can devestate sentient foes immune to normal weapons while capable of rending through foes with their spectral claws.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Burning Crimson or Void Black.
Hair. Sanguine
Skin. Transparent/pale
Height. (Retains racial height)
Creator God. Zatolen
Background. Black Hearts are created when one ascends to Full Corruption as they kill themselves. Though it has never been seen that one did this on purpose as it would be neigh impossible to tell exactly when one will finish their Corruption ascension. They are often accidentally deaths which due to the close connection to Zatolen during the final stages of Full Corruption turns them into creatures equal to Demi-Gods in power. There are only four Black Hearts and a total of seven in the whole history of Dophia.
Tal’Threar* (Shadow Stalker). The Tal’Threar are an odd species of human often turned to further their uses as an assassin. These deadly half fiends are the most potent of stealth blades and can end even experienced heroes quickly.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of red (Red, Violet, Orange, ect.)
Hair. Black or White
Skin. Deathly pale.
Height. 4’9-5’2
Creator -Fiend-: Eldis Tal (Greatest Shadow)
Background. Tal’Threar have infused themselves with the Tal’Var those demons though rare may lay waste to their foes with undying hatred… feared even beyond the great Eldar. Infused with these mighty fiends these assassins move with such speed one may not even realize they are dead yet, with such accuracy they could hit a nerve at a hundred yards. Capable of phasing from shadow to shadow and animating them they also are capable of taking any form, changing their appearances at will as long as it keeps the same total mass.
Septriss’ Chosen. (Have to be magi.) These few were gifted with the power of magic from the God Septriss. They praise him and in return they are given the power they need to bend reality to their whims. Superior to normal humans in everyway.
Average Appearance. Appear as normal Humans (or Sub-race Human)
Septriss’ Chosen can be from any human race, often being physical superior to their own kind these powerful mages can crippled and lay waste to any with ancient words bound to power and the full force of their physical powers to bend reality to their needs.
THEY -MUST- PRAISE SEPTRISS
Elves.
White Elves of Paladar. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling natural colors and plants. They often have oaken skin with hair to match wild flowers. Select few have eyes that hold every color of spring. Fierce warriors but prefer to refrain from blood shed. They are superior to humans in almost all conceivable ways. Minor to no magic ability.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Spring.
Hair. Hair that matches flowers and other natural colors.
Skin. oaken
Height. 5’4-6’4
Creator God. Paladar
Background. The White Elves are a race of order and light. They are filled with fervor and zeal as they honor and serve their lords to ensure their perfect lawful society and cities. While they enforce justice they are no where near as zealous in slaughter as Black Elves.
Black Elves of Na’Tally. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling the desolate and vile woods they live in. They often have darker tan skin their hair black or metallic. Select few have eyes that hold every color of Autumn. Deadly and vile Warriors that revel in the deaths of their hated cousins the white elves. Superior to humans they are some of the deadliest natural psions in the world.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Autumn
Hair. metallic
Skin. Dark oak
Height. 6’2-8’6
Creator God. Na’Tally
Background. Black Elves are of Justice by any means and the darkness that follows. Though considered an evil race they are not always the sadistic creatures that stalk the land spreading terror and destruction to enforce justice. Many are simply tricksters and though not as lawful and proud as White Elves they are not evil. Though those who are have built a stereotype of evil and destruction to all the Black Elves.
Dragon Stone Elves*. Elves blessed by Talcor’s talons. These elves are capable of feats of such power even the Septriss’ Chosen are no match. There raw magical talent is limitless and quickly evolving. Though only one Dragon Stone elf is born at a time, and there is often a few hundred years in between deaths and births.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Soul Piercing Green
Hair. Crimson/Void Black
Skin. Red tinted
Height. 4’9-5’2
Creator Gods. Talcor, Na’Tally, Paladar, Zatolen
The Creation of the Dragon Stone Elves were done to end the fighting between the two Elven races and the Dragons. A creature composed of all of their kind White Elf for its since of Law and their overwhelming defiance to threats or death, Black Elves’ since of Justice and power of Psionics and magic, and the Dragon’s ability to endure time completely untouched, survive with out any needs of mortal coil besides their own flesh and blood and the pure magical reserves given to the dragons for their breath weapons. Though as they Three gods formed such a powerful being Zatolen interrupted the creation sending forth his own dark influence giving the creature untold power… and the ability to choose good or evil. Though due to his corruption the other gods’ magic was altered… The first Dragon Stone Elf was given life… but it was unable to reproduce… and thus when it died its kind was thought lost… until another was born several hundred years later to a Black Elf maiden. These elves are not born of flesh but of soul… implanting themselves in virgins when their formed from the pure power of the spell used to create the first. They are respected and feared by all races.
Green Skins.
Creator God Haltheris
Horror Goblin. Small, Weak, and thought all around pathetic Horror Goblins have become nightmarish tales told to young children. These goblins are capable of becoming invisible at will. Their skin secrets a agent that causes extreme paranoia. Though even a human child could overpower these weak creatures physically.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of Red
Hair. Black scraggly
Skin. Black with red clan marks
Height. 2’0-2’6
Orks (Elder Orks*). Orks a race that strengthens over time. Newborns and adults are not but sheep to the slaughter in battle… however… elder orks are the most fearsome and deadly sentient warriors alive. It often takes two or even three “heroes” to successfully down a single elder ork. They have the strength to match and surpass fully corrupted.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Green/Brown
Hair. Black
Skin. Green
Height. 4’8-6’2 (Elders 8’0-10’0_
miscellaneous Races.
Septrinian*. A ancient and powerful races who receive the knowledge of their parents at birth. Fragile and weak Septrinian require flesh and bones of creatures, people, and plants to cast their devastating magic. They often like to play god creating and altering races and reality. As a evolution on their part Septrinian have large heavy set shells capable of holding off an elder ork. This thick armadillo like shell secrets long deadly spikes tipped with poison so potent it could drop an elephant in a minuet.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Grey
Hair. -
Skin. Black leathery scales
Height. 4’2-4’8
Anubian. A common term used to identify all beast folk. The Anubian consist of all forms of beast folk ranging from countless species. The only identification mark is they are sentient, walk on their hind legs, and appear more animal then human.
Monsters.
Brekka
Red. Lithe and fast hunters who average the size of a horse. Deadly and intelligent these pack hunters could easily outsmart and slay dragons. One should not challenge these creatures when arrogant… or you will die.
Green. Large powerfully belt monsters who charge with deadly strength. Long horns mount their deadly heads and their legs are strong enough to force them through a wall without momentum. They are roughly the size of a warhorse more then capable of ripping through anything or one while charging.
Black. These massive hulking creatures of long deadly necks and needle thin fangs. Capable of harassing enemies from over nine feet away with their necks and tail they are by far the largest and most dangerous Brekka capable of slithering through tight passages and overcoming anything through brute strength. They burry their eggs in shiny objects for some unknown reason. This usually means their lairs are full of treasures.
Blue. Deadly and cunning these amphibious Brekka have long horns to breaking through hulls and long deadly claws for burrowing through puncture holes. Roughly the size of a dog these creatures enjoy sleeping in the ballisks of the ship. They are sometimes kept as pets on board due to their prey being rats. They have soft blue leather scales small needle length fangs. They have three clawed hands and a large horn. Some find these creature adorable while those who train real Brekka find them an insult to the breed.
White. These lithe Brekka are long serpent like monsters capable of flying while worthless in melee combat they spit bolts of acid to kill and harass its prey and foes. White scaled with large white wings they are not as fast nor maneuverable as Jarei but they make excellent snipers in air to surface battles. Their saliva paralyses on contact.
Jarei. Small reptilian bird like creatures while not dangerous to creature such as Brekka their beaks are still capable of being lethal to anything they can get the drop on. Slightly smaller then a Red Brekka they are often used by humans as transportation when horses won’t cut it.
Azulu Wing. These giant rats have arachnid like eyes deadly fangs and small leathery wings. Barbed tails flail behind them as they swarm over the lands in large hordes that devour anything that is unfortunate to fall into the horde’s path.
Draconic Serpent. Massive sea dragons capable of swallowing entire ships whole. These deadly monsters are capable of flying through the air and breathing forth steaming water to boil their prey to death. Only believed real in lore and legend these monsters haunt a sailor’s every nightmare.
Ring Trolls. Like regular trolls Ring Trolls are insanely strong and capable of recovering from almost any hit or wound in moments. Their limbs regenerate within hours and lesser wounds within minuets. Ring Trolls however also have access to magic… most are to unintelligent to use it properly… but those born with intelligence make full corrupted look easy. One should not fight these creatures unless its absolutely necessary.
Kurag. Deadly humanoids with powerful exoskeletons that armor their bodies. Intelligent and strong Kurag swallow humanoids whole as they move towards their stomach their prey is coated in a cobweb-like coating which constricts the prey to minimize size while they digest their prey much like spiders. Their innards are now strong enough to handle scaled, spiked, or other such creatures as this would tear apart their digestive track. They also are capable of liquefying their prey excluding the skin, they stretch this over their bodies and take the form of humans and elves which they resemble in appearance.
The Shadowed. Creatures that feed of evil and vile memories. They thrive in places of horrid deeds and places of slaughter. Composed of solidified malice and darkness they are capable of turning into a thick mist to suffocate and kill those who stand against them. Taking one of three forms Stalkers are lithe creatures who hunt their prey with joy in squeezing every last drop of fear before they murder their victims and feed of their negative stain upon the world. Brutes are hulking creatures capable of crushing would be heroes who can stand against the Stalkers… they ensure the protection of the Fiends. The Fiends are the puppet masters, allowing their thoughtless Stalkers and Brutes the ability to think and strategize, they give purpose to the lesser Shadowed power Fiends embody the full force of evil in a place of great suffering… certain places Fiends are often compared to gods in power… one should avoid places stained or that which remain scarred by black deeds.
Zakra. Spirits trapped in tormented existence. Forced to relive their deeds and deaths, forced to fight in never ending battles due to the poor evil that perverts their resting grounds… as most soldiers are burned or buried on the battle field… or the slaughtered cities. Zakra are capable of harming mortals with a deathly touch, though their weapons can only harm other Zakra. They can not truly die they only return to relive their horrors again and again… to end such twisted creatures one must slay the Shadowed Fiend who embodies their pain, the horrors they live in, and the darkness that taints their souls.
The Gods. (All magic is based on faith and gifted by the gods.)
Mealis, God of Purity and light, she is the only god allowed to be praised within human cities. She is a strange choice as a dominate human god… as males are the dominate sex.
Symbol. Two hands held in prayer with a vine twisting in and out of her fingers with blooming flowers.
Zatolen. God of Corruption and Power, he is the arch-rival and lover of Mealis praised only in certain cities he is reviled for granting his servants demonic power.
Symbol. A upside down horned Cross.
The Wolf Goddess. A deadly entity of beauty, agility, the hunter, and womanhood. She is praised by the beast, barbarian, and most females. She is seen as the ultimate form of feminine power. Her Disciples must be female though her prophet is a man..
Symbol. A Bow crossed with two arrows.
The Bear God. A Powerful entity of strength, combat, and the warrior, and manhood. He is praised by the beasts, barbarians, and any form of combatant. He is seen as the ultimate form of humanity physical strength. His disciples must be male though his prophet is a woman.
Symbol. A shield crossed with a spear and a sword.
Septriss. This god is seen as the most powerful of the human gods. His main servants are the Magi though he is also praised in demon rites. He is said to have falling in love with a demoness who he made the moon as gift to her beauty. He rules over power, might, magic, time, and death. Septriss is only to be used by Magi or Templar. He is otherwise known as the Lord of Moons. Septriss is a deity but not considered a god.
Symbol. A Book, Scroll, and Quill
Paladar. A noble and powerful God, he rules over Chivalry, Honor, Law, and Order. Often depicted as a white knight wielding a metal lance. His avatar is a massive white serpent dragon.
Symbol. An open palm raised in fealty.
Na’Tally. A Feared and Scheming God, He rules over Trickery, Lies, Justice, and Chaos. Often seen as deadly black knight who wields a black long sword. His avatar is a massive black serpent dragon.
Symbol. A open palmed gauntlet raised in a challenge(for a duel), a Eye with a dagger for its pupil, and a closed fist with cloth wrapped around its’ fist blood leaking down through its fingers.
Haltheris. God of Trickery, Disorder, Conflict, and Insanity. (Greenskin God) A massive Cyclops responsible for tornados and hurricanes.
Symbol. Dice and Shackles.
Dreaous. God if Damnation, Fire, Decay, and the Underworld. Mainly praised by the Anubians Dreaous is of all beasts and creatures a powerful god and deadly adversary to Mealis.
Symbol. Crown of Thorns
Talcor. God of Dragons, the white sentinel of imbalance. He is one of the chief gods slightly more powerful then Septress. Ruling over Balance, Neutrality, Dragons, the Divine. Father of all gods.
Symbol. Two Dragon’s Locked in Combat.
The True Mother. Goddess of Birth and Creation. The True Mother is the mother of both Gods and Demons mate of Eldis Sun and Talcor. The mother goddess is portrayed as lady in a white dress soaked with her own tears as she mourns the constant death of her children.
Symbol. A tear filled eye.
Zale. Goddess of Love and the Sea/Ocean. Portrayed as a maiden in a red dress always clutching a handkerchief in her hands in constant wait for a human sailor whom she fell in love with and was forever lost as sea. A handkerchief is a sign of love and loyalty gifted as a sign of remembrance.
Symbol. A handkerchief clutched by a woman’s hand.
Demonic Deities.
Eldis Sun (Greatest Fire) God of Fire, Destruction, and Renewal. Elder brother of Talcor and father of all demons. Trapped away in the pits of hell by the gods and the mortals.
Symbol. A burning Cross.
Vexia Katar (Beauty of the Moon.) The Demoness of Lust, Revel, and feminine beauty. She holds such beauty that the demon lords are constantly in struggle to claim her for their own.
Symbol. Wine Vessel.
Tal Katar (Shadow of the Moon) A Demon who rules over shadows, darkness, night, and the heart as an organ.
Symbol. Heptagon to stand for each of the seven mortal sins.
Sun Katar (Beauty of the Moon) The Demoness who stole Septriss’ heart the two long for one another but she is locked away in the depths of hell along with the rest of the demons. Rules over Moral, Fire, and Combat.
Symbol. A burning sword with two crossed banners.
Agrith Katar. Lord of Fear, Death, and Destruction. Powerful and destructive he commands the Agrith under an iron fist. Unlike most Agrith his powers do not lie in the aspect of lust but the complete and utter fear. He is often depicted as a jester with a scepter topped with a set of scales.
Symbol. A human skull pierced by seven spears. A skeletal snake limply hanging from one of the eyes.
Ondra Vexis. Lord of Fire, Honor, The Knight, The Fallen, Destruction, and War. Portrayed as a knight adorned in full plate burned black. Fire erupts from the breaks in his armor. His eyes burn with undying power and he wears a cloak made of flesh and bone. He wields a sword with a sapphire hilt and a blade of pure fire.
Symbol. A Black Knight’s helm.
Sun Katar. Lady of Passion. A woman who brings forth the feelings of passion, such as lust, rage, and pride her powers are many but weak compared to demons of concentrated domains.
Symbol. A heart clutched by a demon’s claws.
Ja Vexis. Lord of Poison, Dread, and the Assassin. This fiend is covered in deadly spines his body entwined in thick cloth his eyes piercing like his deadly quills in which he slays his foes with from afar.
Symbol. Six needles surrounding a curved dagger.
No Magic Items.
City Currency.
Lore- Silver coins worth twenty Lorath
Lorath- Iron coins worth twenty Loran
Loran - bronze coins, base currency.
Average weekly income.
Nobility. 50 Lore.
Upper Class // Example. Powerful Merchant Families//. 100 Lorath
Upper Middle Class. // Example. Successful merchants, skilled craftsmen// 50 Lorath
Middle Class // Example. Merchants, tradesmen, ship captains, military officers, knights// 10 Lorath
Lower Class. // Example. Soldiers, shop keepers// 5 Loran.
Peasant. // Examples. Farmers and workers// 3 Loran.
(Three Loran is enough to keep a family of five alive.)
The world is a dark place martial law has been implemented guards patrol nonstop those who stand against the regent’s madness are executed with out any proof of guilt. As always in these lands humans suffer from xenophobia and often with violently reject or repress other races. Under the regent’s rule violence against other races have risen. Though who can stand against a man who controls the power of magic and faith.
Kai’Drona is a human kingdom filled with a large population of Plains humans. They dislike most races and there is open hatred towards all things not human. It is not uncommon for violence against other races. Kai’Drona is a large kingdom holding hundreds of villages of a few cities. Though it will be mainly focused on the capital Victarith. This city is a massive sprawling city holding four massive walls to house the tens of thousands who live in this thriving city. Crime is fluent due to his mass population and major trade ports.
(If you do not specify what type of human you are, you will be assumed to be a plains human.)
Main Spots.
The Regent. Lord Malidur
The Princess. Princess Sophie
Regent’s Son. Sir Malidur
Human Suitors.
1. Prince Necron
2.
3.
4.
Minor Roles.
Templar. Powerful knights trained in the use of channeling their faith into vicious and deadly blasts of energy. These men are feared as unlike mages they have unlimited power at their disposal. The corrupt templar serve the Regent.
1. Ser Victiara
2.
3.
Magi of Kai’Drona. Septriss’ Chosen are taken at birth to be trained by this order. They are loyal to the Regent though some may still hold loyalty to the rightful crown. They are capable of casting magic, though it drains their physical attributes fatiguing them the more they cast.
1.
2.
3.
Elven Suitors.
1.
2.
Princess’ Friends.
City Residence.
Laisha Dedwin
Sekivar
Zethya Draker
Castle Guards.
Knights.
Ser Azor
"Monsters"
Nathaniel Bennet
Hijian Ahsteel
Elves-Others
Raine Songrose
Races.(These are the base races, you may play as anything you want… for creating physical descriptions of my races just ask if you need help.)
(Races with a * are restricted to players I know won’t abuse their power or leave in the middle of the role-play)
Humans
Plains. These are the civilized humans adaptable and balanced. They are the main population of the cities.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Green/Brown
Hair. Black/Brown
Skin. Light/pale
Height. 4’9-5’2
Creator God. Mealis and Zatolen
Background. Plains humans though weak compared to most races are numerous and rely on cunning and technology rather then brute force. Considering their way of life civil and the ‘barbaric’ ways of other races. Often predigest towards other races due to their upbringings in Plains cities devoid of other races. They do not have a base alignment and are often seen as the adaptive race capable of overcoming most challenges. Their kind are also place woman as secondary citizens below men.
Black Jet Imperial. People born in the Black Jet Empire homeland. Strong physically and inventive mentally. Though emotionally closed these powerful humans make excellent warriors even if they lack the strategic thinking of other humans. Mass in numbers and powerful in strength the only thing that can stop these berserkers is strategy.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Blue
Hair Blonde
Skin White
Height 6’4-10’0
Creator God. The True Mother
Background. The Black Jet Imperials are a proud race great in numbers, physical strength, and technology. Due to their advancement they wish to spread their culture, and teach the lesser races how to properly live and worship. Unlike plains humans who are more accepting religiously… Black Jet Imperials only allow the worship of their one god. They worship a goddess known as the True Mother most races do not know nor understand who this True Mother is. Imperials lack emotional feelings, still capable of feeling their sense of emotion is dulled severely… many believe they lack it even though they don’t.
Children of the Wolf/Bear. Referred to as barbarians due to their closeness to nature and hatred of cities. These humans can take on a bestial appearance. The Sons of the Bear are physically superior, but mentally weaker then plains humans. While Daughters of the Wolf are agile, fierce, and beautiful.
Average Appearance. (Sons of the Bear)
Eyes. Green/Blue
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 6’8-7’4
Creator God. The Bear God
Background. Powerful warriors born of the Isles of Fa’rona their word is their life, honorable and fierce their determination in combat is incredible their deeds great. They are the warriors of the Isles and are in constant struggle with the Plains humans of the Humanic Empire.
Average Appearance. (Daughters of the Wolf)
Eyes. Blue/Violet
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 5’4-6’0
Creator God. The Wolf Goddess
Background. These warriors of the Isles of Fa’rona are considered the ultimate form of human beauty. Which is both a blessing and a curse, due to their beauty and command air they are often kidnapped during Humanic Raids to be taking as trophy wives under lords of Plains Humans… one must be careful even unarmed these agile woman are capable of dispatching trained soldiers barehanded.
The Corrupted(Fully Corrupted*). These humans have defiled their flesh in the name of the dark god of corruption Zatolen. The more they mutilate their bodies the more in tune they become with their dark fell deity. They go from twisted abominations to insanely powerful fully corrupted which can easily pass as humans. The usually time it takes for full corruption is twenty four years… the fastest known time to full corruption was six years. A fully corrupted is capable of ripping through armor and solid stone with bare hands.
Average Appearance.
Would appear much like their native race except partial corruption causes clear signs of demonic influence. Their eyes would always be a shade of Red. //Red, Orange, Violet, ect.// Though often considered evil Corrupted are whatever dispostion they choose, good, evil, or neutral Corrupted do not always resemble to image earned by their weak minded kin… the Corrupted who truly abuse their powers.
Black Hearts*. Those who actual become one with Zatolen when they ascend to their fully Corrupted forms. Incorpral these beings can devestate sentient foes immune to normal weapons while capable of rending through foes with their spectral claws.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Burning Crimson or Void Black.
Hair. Sanguine
Skin. Transparent/pale
Height. (Retains racial height)
Creator God. Zatolen
Background. Black Hearts are created when one ascends to Full Corruption as they kill themselves. Though it has never been seen that one did this on purpose as it would be neigh impossible to tell exactly when one will finish their Corruption ascension. They are often accidentally deaths which due to the close connection to Zatolen during the final stages of Full Corruption turns them into creatures equal to Demi-Gods in power. There are only four Black Hearts and a total of seven in the whole history of Dophia.
Tal’Threar* (Shadow Stalker). The Tal’Threar are an odd species of human often turned to further their uses as an assassin. These deadly half fiends are the most potent of stealth blades and can end even experienced heroes quickly.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of red (Red, Violet, Orange, ect.)
Hair. Black or White
Skin. Deathly pale.
Height. 4’9-5’2
Creator -Fiend-: Eldis Tal (Greatest Shadow)
Background. Tal’Threar have infused themselves with the Tal’Var those demons though rare may lay waste to their foes with undying hatred… feared even beyond the great Eldar. Infused with these mighty fiends these assassins move with such speed one may not even realize they are dead yet, with such accuracy they could hit a nerve at a hundred yards. Capable of phasing from shadow to shadow and animating them they also are capable of taking any form, changing their appearances at will as long as it keeps the same total mass.
Septriss’ Chosen. (Have to be magi.) These few were gifted with the power of magic from the God Septriss. They praise him and in return they are given the power they need to bend reality to their whims. Superior to normal humans in everyway.
Average Appearance. Appear as normal Humans (or Sub-race Human)
Septriss’ Chosen can be from any human race, often being physical superior to their own kind these powerful mages can crippled and lay waste to any with ancient words bound to power and the full force of their physical powers to bend reality to their needs.
THEY -MUST- PRAISE SEPTRISS
Elves.
White Elves of Paladar. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling natural colors and plants. They often have oaken skin with hair to match wild flowers. Select few have eyes that hold every color of spring. Fierce warriors but prefer to refrain from blood shed. They are superior to humans in almost all conceivable ways. Minor to no magic ability.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Spring.
Hair. Hair that matches flowers and other natural colors.
Skin. oaken
Height. 5’4-6’4
Creator God. Paladar
Background. The White Elves are a race of order and light. They are filled with fervor and zeal as they honor and serve their lords to ensure their perfect lawful society and cities. While they enforce justice they are no where near as zealous in slaughter as Black Elves.
Black Elves of Na’Tally. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling the desolate and vile woods they live in. They often have darker tan skin their hair black or metallic. Select few have eyes that hold every color of Autumn. Deadly and vile Warriors that revel in the deaths of their hated cousins the white elves. Superior to humans they are some of the deadliest natural psions in the world.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Autumn
Hair. metallic
Skin. Dark oak
Height. 6’2-8’6
Creator God. Na’Tally
Background. Black Elves are of Justice by any means and the darkness that follows. Though considered an evil race they are not always the sadistic creatures that stalk the land spreading terror and destruction to enforce justice. Many are simply tricksters and though not as lawful and proud as White Elves they are not evil. Though those who are have built a stereotype of evil and destruction to all the Black Elves.
Dragon Stone Elves*. Elves blessed by Talcor’s talons. These elves are capable of feats of such power even the Septriss’ Chosen are no match. There raw magical talent is limitless and quickly evolving. Though only one Dragon Stone elf is born at a time, and there is often a few hundred years in between deaths and births.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Soul Piercing Green
Hair. Crimson/Void Black
Skin. Red tinted
Height. 4’9-5’2
Creator Gods. Talcor, Na’Tally, Paladar, Zatolen
The Creation of the Dragon Stone Elves were done to end the fighting between the two Elven races and the Dragons. A creature composed of all of their kind White Elf for its since of Law and their overwhelming defiance to threats or death, Black Elves’ since of Justice and power of Psionics and magic, and the Dragon’s ability to endure time completely untouched, survive with out any needs of mortal coil besides their own flesh and blood and the pure magical reserves given to the dragons for their breath weapons. Though as they Three gods formed such a powerful being Zatolen interrupted the creation sending forth his own dark influence giving the creature untold power… and the ability to choose good or evil. Though due to his corruption the other gods’ magic was altered… The first Dragon Stone Elf was given life… but it was unable to reproduce… and thus when it died its kind was thought lost… until another was born several hundred years later to a Black Elf maiden. These elves are not born of flesh but of soul… implanting themselves in virgins when their formed from the pure power of the spell used to create the first. They are respected and feared by all races.
Green Skins.
Creator God Haltheris
Horror Goblin. Small, Weak, and thought all around pathetic Horror Goblins have become nightmarish tales told to young children. These goblins are capable of becoming invisible at will. Their skin secrets a agent that causes extreme paranoia. Though even a human child could overpower these weak creatures physically.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of Red
Hair. Black scraggly
Skin. Black with red clan marks
Height. 2’0-2’6
Orks (Elder Orks*). Orks a race that strengthens over time. Newborns and adults are not but sheep to the slaughter in battle… however… elder orks are the most fearsome and deadly sentient warriors alive. It often takes two or even three “heroes” to successfully down a single elder ork. They have the strength to match and surpass fully corrupted.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Green/Brown
Hair. Black
Skin. Green
Height. 4’8-6’2 (Elders 8’0-10’0_
miscellaneous Races.
Septrinian*. A ancient and powerful races who receive the knowledge of their parents at birth. Fragile and weak Septrinian require flesh and bones of creatures, people, and plants to cast their devastating magic. They often like to play god creating and altering races and reality. As a evolution on their part Septrinian have large heavy set shells capable of holding off an elder ork. This thick armadillo like shell secrets long deadly spikes tipped with poison so potent it could drop an elephant in a minuet.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Grey
Hair. -
Skin. Black leathery scales
Height. 4’2-4’8
Anubian. A common term used to identify all beast folk. The Anubian consist of all forms of beast folk ranging from countless species. The only identification mark is they are sentient, walk on their hind legs, and appear more animal then human.
Monsters.
Brekka
Red. Lithe and fast hunters who average the size of a horse. Deadly and intelligent these pack hunters could easily outsmart and slay dragons. One should not challenge these creatures when arrogant… or you will die.
Green. Large powerfully belt monsters who charge with deadly strength. Long horns mount their deadly heads and their legs are strong enough to force them through a wall without momentum. They are roughly the size of a warhorse more then capable of ripping through anything or one while charging.
Black. These massive hulking creatures of long deadly necks and needle thin fangs. Capable of harassing enemies from over nine feet away with their necks and tail they are by far the largest and most dangerous Brekka capable of slithering through tight passages and overcoming anything through brute strength. They burry their eggs in shiny objects for some unknown reason. This usually means their lairs are full of treasures.
Blue. Deadly and cunning these amphibious Brekka have long horns to breaking through hulls and long deadly claws for burrowing through puncture holes. Roughly the size of a dog these creatures enjoy sleeping in the ballisks of the ship. They are sometimes kept as pets on board due to their prey being rats. They have soft blue leather scales small needle length fangs. They have three clawed hands and a large horn. Some find these creature adorable while those who train real Brekka find them an insult to the breed.
White. These lithe Brekka are long serpent like monsters capable of flying while worthless in melee combat they spit bolts of acid to kill and harass its prey and foes. White scaled with large white wings they are not as fast nor maneuverable as Jarei but they make excellent snipers in air to surface battles. Their saliva paralyses on contact.
Jarei. Small reptilian bird like creatures while not dangerous to creature such as Brekka their beaks are still capable of being lethal to anything they can get the drop on. Slightly smaller then a Red Brekka they are often used by humans as transportation when horses won’t cut it.
Azulu Wing. These giant rats have arachnid like eyes deadly fangs and small leathery wings. Barbed tails flail behind them as they swarm over the lands in large hordes that devour anything that is unfortunate to fall into the horde’s path.
Draconic Serpent. Massive sea dragons capable of swallowing entire ships whole. These deadly monsters are capable of flying through the air and breathing forth steaming water to boil their prey to death. Only believed real in lore and legend these monsters haunt a sailor’s every nightmare.
Ring Trolls. Like regular trolls Ring Trolls are insanely strong and capable of recovering from almost any hit or wound in moments. Their limbs regenerate within hours and lesser wounds within minuets. Ring Trolls however also have access to magic… most are to unintelligent to use it properly… but those born with intelligence make full corrupted look easy. One should not fight these creatures unless its absolutely necessary.
Kurag. Deadly humanoids with powerful exoskeletons that armor their bodies. Intelligent and strong Kurag swallow humanoids whole as they move towards their stomach their prey is coated in a cobweb-like coating which constricts the prey to minimize size while they digest their prey much like spiders. Their innards are now strong enough to handle scaled, spiked, or other such creatures as this would tear apart their digestive track. They also are capable of liquefying their prey excluding the skin, they stretch this over their bodies and take the form of humans and elves which they resemble in appearance.
The Shadowed. Creatures that feed of evil and vile memories. They thrive in places of horrid deeds and places of slaughter. Composed of solidified malice and darkness they are capable of turning into a thick mist to suffocate and kill those who stand against them. Taking one of three forms Stalkers are lithe creatures who hunt their prey with joy in squeezing every last drop of fear before they murder their victims and feed of their negative stain upon the world. Brutes are hulking creatures capable of crushing would be heroes who can stand against the Stalkers… they ensure the protection of the Fiends. The Fiends are the puppet masters, allowing their thoughtless Stalkers and Brutes the ability to think and strategize, they give purpose to the lesser Shadowed power Fiends embody the full force of evil in a place of great suffering… certain places Fiends are often compared to gods in power… one should avoid places stained or that which remain scarred by black deeds.
Zakra. Spirits trapped in tormented existence. Forced to relive their deeds and deaths, forced to fight in never ending battles due to the poor evil that perverts their resting grounds… as most soldiers are burned or buried on the battle field… or the slaughtered cities. Zakra are capable of harming mortals with a deathly touch, though their weapons can only harm other Zakra. They can not truly die they only return to relive their horrors again and again… to end such twisted creatures one must slay the Shadowed Fiend who embodies their pain, the horrors they live in, and the darkness that taints their souls.
The Gods. (All magic is based on faith and gifted by the gods.)
Mealis, God of Purity and light, she is the only god allowed to be praised within human cities. She is a strange choice as a dominate human god… as males are the dominate sex.
Symbol. Two hands held in prayer with a vine twisting in and out of her fingers with blooming flowers.
Zatolen. God of Corruption and Power, he is the arch-rival and lover of Mealis praised only in certain cities he is reviled for granting his servants demonic power.
Symbol. A upside down horned Cross.
The Wolf Goddess. A deadly entity of beauty, agility, the hunter, and womanhood. She is praised by the beast, barbarian, and most females. She is seen as the ultimate form of feminine power. Her Disciples must be female though her prophet is a man..
Symbol. A Bow crossed with two arrows.
The Bear God. A Powerful entity of strength, combat, and the warrior, and manhood. He is praised by the beasts, barbarians, and any form of combatant. He is seen as the ultimate form of humanity physical strength. His disciples must be male though his prophet is a woman.
Symbol. A shield crossed with a spear and a sword.
Septriss. This god is seen as the most powerful of the human gods. His main servants are the Magi though he is also praised in demon rites. He is said to have falling in love with a demoness who he made the moon as gift to her beauty. He rules over power, might, magic, time, and death. Septriss is only to be used by Magi or Templar. He is otherwise known as the Lord of Moons. Septriss is a deity but not considered a god.
Symbol. A Book, Scroll, and Quill
Paladar. A noble and powerful God, he rules over Chivalry, Honor, Law, and Order. Often depicted as a white knight wielding a metal lance. His avatar is a massive white serpent dragon.
Symbol. An open palm raised in fealty.
Na’Tally. A Feared and Scheming God, He rules over Trickery, Lies, Justice, and Chaos. Often seen as deadly black knight who wields a black long sword. His avatar is a massive black serpent dragon.
Symbol. A open palmed gauntlet raised in a challenge(for a duel), a Eye with a dagger for its pupil, and a closed fist with cloth wrapped around its’ fist blood leaking down through its fingers.
Haltheris. God of Trickery, Disorder, Conflict, and Insanity. (Greenskin God) A massive Cyclops responsible for tornados and hurricanes.
Symbol. Dice and Shackles.
Dreaous. God if Damnation, Fire, Decay, and the Underworld. Mainly praised by the Anubians Dreaous is of all beasts and creatures a powerful god and deadly adversary to Mealis.
Symbol. Crown of Thorns
Talcor. God of Dragons, the white sentinel of imbalance. He is one of the chief gods slightly more powerful then Septress. Ruling over Balance, Neutrality, Dragons, the Divine. Father of all gods.
Symbol. Two Dragon’s Locked in Combat.
The True Mother. Goddess of Birth and Creation. The True Mother is the mother of both Gods and Demons mate of Eldis Sun and Talcor. The mother goddess is portrayed as lady in a white dress soaked with her own tears as she mourns the constant death of her children.
Symbol. A tear filled eye.
Zale. Goddess of Love and the Sea/Ocean. Portrayed as a maiden in a red dress always clutching a handkerchief in her hands in constant wait for a human sailor whom she fell in love with and was forever lost as sea. A handkerchief is a sign of love and loyalty gifted as a sign of remembrance.
Symbol. A handkerchief clutched by a woman’s hand.
Demonic Deities.
Eldis Sun (Greatest Fire) God of Fire, Destruction, and Renewal. Elder brother of Talcor and father of all demons. Trapped away in the pits of hell by the gods and the mortals.
Symbol. A burning Cross.
Vexia Katar (Beauty of the Moon.) The Demoness of Lust, Revel, and feminine beauty. She holds such beauty that the demon lords are constantly in struggle to claim her for their own.
Symbol. Wine Vessel.
Tal Katar (Shadow of the Moon) A Demon who rules over shadows, darkness, night, and the heart as an organ.
Symbol. Heptagon to stand for each of the seven mortal sins.
Sun Katar (Beauty of the Moon) The Demoness who stole Septriss’ heart the two long for one another but she is locked away in the depths of hell along with the rest of the demons. Rules over Moral, Fire, and Combat.
Symbol. A burning sword with two crossed banners.
Agrith Katar. Lord of Fear, Death, and Destruction. Powerful and destructive he commands the Agrith under an iron fist. Unlike most Agrith his powers do not lie in the aspect of lust but the complete and utter fear. He is often depicted as a jester with a scepter topped with a set of scales.
Symbol. A human skull pierced by seven spears. A skeletal snake limply hanging from one of the eyes.
Ondra Vexis. Lord of Fire, Honor, The Knight, The Fallen, Destruction, and War. Portrayed as a knight adorned in full plate burned black. Fire erupts from the breaks in his armor. His eyes burn with undying power and he wears a cloak made of flesh and bone. He wields a sword with a sapphire hilt and a blade of pure fire.
Symbol. A Black Knight’s helm.
Sun Katar. Lady of Passion. A woman who brings forth the feelings of passion, such as lust, rage, and pride her powers are many but weak compared to demons of concentrated domains.
Symbol. A heart clutched by a demon’s claws.
Ja Vexis. Lord of Poison, Dread, and the Assassin. This fiend is covered in deadly spines his body entwined in thick cloth his eyes piercing like his deadly quills in which he slays his foes with from afar.
Symbol. Six needles surrounding a curved dagger.
No Magic Items.
City Currency.
Lore- Silver coins worth twenty Lorath
Lorath- Iron coins worth twenty Loran
Loran - bronze coins, base currency.
Average weekly income.
Nobility. 50 Lore.
Upper Class // Example. Powerful Merchant Families//. 100 Lorath
Upper Middle Class. // Example. Successful merchants, skilled craftsmen// 50 Lorath
Middle Class // Example. Merchants, tradesmen, ship captains, military officers, knights// 10 Lorath
Lower Class. // Example. Soldiers, shop keepers// 5 Loran.
Peasant. // Examples. Farmers and workers// 3 Loran.
(Three Loran is enough to keep a family of five alive.)
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The soldiers were routed and both brekkas were slain and it seemed like no one on his side was seriously injured. Though silence fell on the room, a certain calmness accompanying it, Chris was still tense as he looked upon the bodies of his country me whom he cut down mercilessly and tears poured from his eyes. 'Demon' they called him, if only they knew the truth if only they would have heeded his words then their deaths could have been avoided. "Nathan, Raine... let us go." Though his voice wanted to quiver and falter as his tears ran down his face he did not allow it. This time it would be him to carry Marenda, one final stop before they went to face their greatest enemy. As he hovered over her for a few seconds staring at the face he had fallen in love with a plan began to form in the depths of his mind to truly save the kingdom he was sworn to protect.
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Raine nodded. She only barely took not of Chirs's tears, but made no comment on them. She glanced over the room briefly, then turned her attention back to Chris. she decided she'd just find a place to get arrows at on the way. "Right...let's go..." she mumbled to herself. Even if the room was calm, it was easy enough to tell that not everyone was quite that calm. That made her a little wary, and she continued to look around, as if she should be expecting something to happen. It was probably about time for this to be finished with, anyway. Then she could wander around aimlessly...though, after an adventure like this, even that may not be much fun anymore.
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Nathan saw Chris tears but didn't watch him cry, unsure of what caused the emotion and unwilling to be an onlooker. He nodded when Raine and him agreed to move and plodded toward the door, stooping to pick his discarded cloak up and put it back on before waiting by the door for Chris and Raine. He knew there could only be one other place for them to go, straight back to the city they left and the ruler who had pushed Raine and he to hide on the streets. It was time though and he was ready for it to end.
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Chris walked out of the inn with Victiara in his arms, Nathaniel and Raine following close behind. A crowd had gather outside probably curious as to why the soldiers who for so long oppressed them ran screaming like mad about demons and monsters. What would they think, he wondered, about a human knight emerging from the inn smeared with the blood of some of those very soldiers. He wondered, but it didn't matter now as it seemed as if the commander headed his words and retreated from the Anubian town. He stepped forward and looked at the crowd that had amassed together, behind the left section the crowd he spotted the barracks with the stables right next to them, turning in that direction he moved forward. Would any of the Anubians try to stop him for some foolish reason or another, he did not know, but he did know the would not live to do it again.
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The Anubians watched with glazed eyes. Kin Slayers were something all Anubians hated… they were filth and exiles. They would not interfere with him leaving… however if he had chose to stay would have been an entirely different story. Before Christopher could reach the barracks their was a loud banging noise before a Jarei smashed through the stable doors taking flight with the noble born commander on its back. Once inside the Stable one would find two Jarei and around ten Horses, The Jarei would kept separate from the horses, each seeming to have its own accommodations as if treated like nobles as the horses were treated like peasants. Though it was understandable due to the pure majesty they portrayed. Their heads always held high, their tail feathers royal colors, and their features proud and powerful. Small enough to maneuver with ease, but strong enough to tear through dragon scales. One had to be very careful however… Jarei never allowed those who treated them as animals to ride them… and often such individuals ended up dead if they preceded to try and force the bird to serve as their mount.
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Raine followed Chris, carrying Marenda, and Nathaniel, looking around cautiously. The attitude of the Anubians seemed to have changed greatly, and she wasn't too fond of it. It wasn't as if they had intentionally picked the fight! The man had come looking for them, and there had been little other choice. She kept her head down, glancing up every now and then to make sure she was still following them. She jumped when a Jarei burst through the stable, but she stiffened and only offered a glare when she recognized the rider. He was probably off to warn their enemy, which wasn't really what they wanted. She had thought about stopping for arrows before, though, looking over the Anubians, she figured that wasn't the best idea. Perhaps she'd find something along the way, or find another way to make herself useful.
She looked towards Nathaniel, Chris, and Victiara. How much longer would they have to deal with this? She could only hope it would end soon enough, so there might at least be some sort of semblance of peace. All this fighting was tiring, and she didn't like it. But they were going to do their best to end it now, so that was something she could focus on for now. She glanced around the stable as they entered, and glanced around. There were a pair of the Jarei left, and many more horses. They didn't need to aim for beating the noble there...so it wasn't necessary to use the Jarei...but she looked to Chris for a decision. She was never much of a leader...and this was, at the least, his home and mate he was trying to protect; she and Nathaniel were there to help him, and to try to stop the oppression of the other races. She tilted her head to one side curiously, watching and waiting.
She looked towards Nathaniel, Chris, and Victiara. How much longer would they have to deal with this? She could only hope it would end soon enough, so there might at least be some sort of semblance of peace. All this fighting was tiring, and she didn't like it. But they were going to do their best to end it now, so that was something she could focus on for now. She glanced around the stable as they entered, and glanced around. There were a pair of the Jarei left, and many more horses. They didn't need to aim for beating the noble there...so it wasn't necessary to use the Jarei...but she looked to Chris for a decision. She was never much of a leader...and this was, at the least, his home and mate he was trying to protect; she and Nathaniel were there to help him, and to try to stop the oppression of the other races. She tilted her head to one side curiously, watching and waiting.
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Nathaniel followed Chris and Raine, keeping his cloak held tightly about him, giving a slight jump when a large bird burst through the wall of a stable with the cowardly human as its mount. He growled at the sight, knowing the man must be off to send a warning call. They continued to the stables and saw horses, damn horses, but also saw more of the bird creatures with their bright feathers standing separate from the horses. He wouldn't be riding anything if it could be helped, he'd much rather run alongside the beasts than awkwardly ride them. So he stood back with Raine looking to Chris, their alpha for the decision which mounts he and Raine would take before they moved.
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Chris knew the procedures and cautions for approaching a Jarei as a stranger and though he had little to be joyful about he forced a smile on his weary face. It helped however when he saw the commander burst from the stables with his own Jarei and took flight towards Victarith, maybe now at least some of the lives of it citizens will have a better chance at living through what was about to happen and be spared the chaos. Setting Marenda down on one of the benches in the stable he approached the Jarei carefully with the small forced smile on his face still there. How would the Jarei react he wonder uselessly, he would find out soon enough.
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The Bird didn’t back up it reared its head back. The tip of its beak gleaming in the light is it extended its wings to appear larger then it was. It stayed like this until Chris either backed off or continued forward. If he backed off the Jarei would once more relax, if not the bird would then proceed to examine him and if it felt he was a danger… or if it simply disliked how he smelt it would commence the pecking. Though if it felt comfortable it would relax and go back to pecking away at the tough of seeds.
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Raine watched Chris approach one of the Jarei. She bit her lip; she knew the Jarei were intelligent birds, and were also dangerous if they didn't like you. She wasn't sure how well this would go over, if he did push the Jarei too far. She watched, hesitant to go anywhere near the birds. If she had to, she would, but she wasn't exactly fond of being pecked or injured. She had been through worse just trying to get to the city, and she was sure Chris and Nathaniel had been through even worse than that. Which was only another reason for her to do her best to keep up; she might be left behind if she didn't.
She glanced to where he had set Marenda down, and decided she could keep an eye on her until they were ready to move. What else could she do and still be useful? Even that much didn't seem overly useful to her, anyway.
She glanced to where he had set Marenda down, and decided she could keep an eye on her until they were ready to move. What else could she do and still be useful? Even that much didn't seem overly useful to her, anyway.
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No hesitation. No fear. That was one of the fundamentals in approaching any animal and Chris followed it to the letter still moving forward towards the Jarei no slower and no faster. He had no hope of surviving a hit from a beak that could pierce even the scales of a dragon one hit and he was dead. Well the simplest plan were the best he would just have to make sure to either win the Jarei's trust or be fast enough to retreat past the point where it would chase him down if it turned on him. Either way he was not going to die here not with so much left to do, with so many lives on the line.
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The Jarei seemed to have become passive enough returning to its meal. Now would be an opportune time to mount and be on one’s way.
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The Jarei became passive allowing Chris the chance to mount it. He brought it out of it's large stable and before first mounting Victiara on it and then himself. "I know it may be hard, but please bare with it for a little while." he said to the Jarei in a kind of voice he could muster. Victiara still unconscious was leaning back into his chest with his arms wrapped around her both holding her steady and holding the reigns. "Raine if you would prefer choose the one of the horses and Nathan if you think you can keep up with Raine then you may do as you please." Chris lead the Jarei to a comfortable open spot from where to take off. "Hurry up you two the Anubians will not tolerate me being here much longer."
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Raine sighed; Chris was able to mount the Jarei...and she could choose one of the horses instead. She couldn't trust herself to approach the Jarei without doing something to irritate it too much, so horses were her best bet, anyway. And Nathaniel had proven before that he could keep up with a horse on his own. She wasn't too worried about that. What she was worried about, however, was whether or not the Jarei were faster than the horses, and whether she might actually have to mount the Jarei instead. But she was at least going to try mounting the horse instead; surely the Anubians would not be happy if they took all of their Jarei, anyway.
She turned from Chris and chose one of the horses at random, guiding it out of its stall before mounting it. She made sure she had a tight grip on the reigns and glanced to Nathaniel. "You'd prefer to run, anyway, right?" she asked, then nodded to Chris. She was ready to go...she may never be fully ready to fight, but she was more than ready to help out her friends, and do what she could. "Shall we get on, then?"
She turned from Chris and chose one of the horses at random, guiding it out of its stall before mounting it. She made sure she had a tight grip on the reigns and glanced to Nathaniel. "You'd prefer to run, anyway, right?" she asked, then nodded to Chris. She was ready to go...she may never be fully ready to fight, but she was more than ready to help out her friends, and do what she could. "Shall we get on, then?"
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Nathaniel watched the bird closely as Chris approached it and sighed with relief when it allowed him to mount. They now could quickly be on their way as Raine chose a horse and he nodded in answer to her question of if he preferred to run. He was use to running over large distances and besides, him falling off of a horse every ten steps wouldn’t exactly help them in a speedy trek.
Dropping down to all fours he stood near them ready to take off and away from here.
Dropping down to all fours he stood near them ready to take off and away from here.
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"Good we are all ready then." The end of the road was now finally in sight only one more trip back to the city where it all started. Ironic that he would return to the city to protect it from a great threat while the entire city thinks him scum and a traitor. It didn't matter however he didn't do it for the [raise or admiration he did it because it was the right thing to do. He motioned the Jarei forward to take off towards Victarith. "Let's Go."
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As the trio began to ride forward a lone cloaked figure would stand on the pathway before them. It raised a single bleached white object and the world faded to black. “It is time to end this… as it should have long ago.” The raspy voice could belong to no one but Sekivar and the tone it held was one of displeasure. As light once more entered the world so to did they find themselves with in the throne room. Zaleth slowly standing with the entrance of the four figures who had magically appeared in his castle. “Christopher… I should have guessed it was you… who else would be so bold as to defect from their position, kill his fellow man, and commit high treason.”
Victiara’s eyes finally fluttered open hazily looking around as she wasn’t sure what was going on. “Where are we…” Was all she could put together to mutter.
“You still hold my daughter captive boy…” The long slender blade was drawn till it was bare and raised in the Templar’s salute. “May you burn in hell for your crimes.”
(Boss Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkGkkucL ... re=related )
His blade shimmered in brilliant light as he stepped forward with inhuman grace. “I am a greatest champion of Kai’Drona! What does a whelp such as yourself hope to achieve… to die a martyr for a lost cause? Some ploy of vengeance, a fit of insanity, No… its because of how you came to be here… isn’t it convenient that a son of Theris happens to serve my kingdom… to acquire you boy took some effort… hiring bandits… sending the perfect knight… same as your werewolf friend… hunting down his pack all to acquire all the pieces I needed… your to late boy… my son and the princess have already formed unions… my game is won… but killing you pawns will leave one… less… problem… one less mistake in this world.” The air turned pitch black as he extended his sword into the air. Blood… it was everywhere… hip high oozing from the ceiling… dripping from the walls. One felt hands clawing at their legs and heads sewn together sang in horrific harmonies. Hell seemed to have risen as hell fire burned infants around and the Holy signs of Mealis and Paladar burned with them impaled upon them. Zaleth leveled his blade at Chris. “Have at you…” Was all he muttered before almost instantaneously appearing in front of Chris to deliver a tremendous strike that would cleave through any non magical weapon.
Victiara’s eyes finally fluttered open hazily looking around as she wasn’t sure what was going on. “Where are we…” Was all she could put together to mutter.
“You still hold my daughter captive boy…” The long slender blade was drawn till it was bare and raised in the Templar’s salute. “May you burn in hell for your crimes.”
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His blade shimmered in brilliant light as he stepped forward with inhuman grace. “I am a greatest champion of Kai’Drona! What does a whelp such as yourself hope to achieve… to die a martyr for a lost cause? Some ploy of vengeance, a fit of insanity, No… its because of how you came to be here… isn’t it convenient that a son of Theris happens to serve my kingdom… to acquire you boy took some effort… hiring bandits… sending the perfect knight… same as your werewolf friend… hunting down his pack all to acquire all the pieces I needed… your to late boy… my son and the princess have already formed unions… my game is won… but killing you pawns will leave one… less… problem… one less mistake in this world.” The air turned pitch black as he extended his sword into the air. Blood… it was everywhere… hip high oozing from the ceiling… dripping from the walls. One felt hands clawing at their legs and heads sewn together sang in horrific harmonies. Hell seemed to have risen as hell fire burned infants around and the Holy signs of Mealis and Paladar burned with them impaled upon them. Zaleth leveled his blade at Chris. “Have at you…” Was all he muttered before almost instantaneously appearing in front of Chris to deliver a tremendous strike that would cleave through any non magical weapon.
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Sekivar, seemed annoyed that it took so long for them to prepare themselves to end the evils of Zaleth and just to hurry them along he used his vast reserves of magic to allow them to magically appear within the throne room. Zaleth was there of course almost as if he was waiting for them and Chris would not be surprised if he was. The entire throne room was devoid of any servants guards or anything of the like an ideal place to fight with no interruptions. Victiara spoke, but Chris was so focused on his target that he did not make out her words, he simply only cared that she was safely out of the way.
“Christopher… I should have guessed it was you… who else would be so bold as to defect from their position, kill his fellow man, and commit high treason.” Zaleth began after sensing the four of them in the throne room.“You still hold my daughter captive boy… May you burn in hell for your crimes.”
Zaleth stepped forward with an unearthly grace as his blade shimmered with a brilliant light, he then proceeded on going into a rant questioning want Chris even hoped to accomplish by coming here now. Chris didn't care about his words past that however he simply stood, sword drawn, ready for his attack. The room filled with blood and a horrific sound filled their ears after Zaleth ceased his rant, still however Chris stood there ready and unflinching and opened his mouth. "Champion...." Chris began. “Have at you…” Zaleth said before immediately appearing in front of Chris already bringing down his blade with a terrifying force. Chris rose his blade angled just enough to cause most of the force of Zaleth's blade to slide along the elven black sword, the force of his attack was so great it caused sparks to fly as it slid, and fall away from his body harmlessly. Being the force so great there was a small window for Chris to attack and he did striking Zaleth with the pommel of his sword and the pressing the attack with a slice of his own. "That man died long ago." he finshed what he was saying as he brought down his sword.
“Christopher… I should have guessed it was you… who else would be so bold as to defect from their position, kill his fellow man, and commit high treason.” Zaleth began after sensing the four of them in the throne room.“You still hold my daughter captive boy… May you burn in hell for your crimes.”
Zaleth stepped forward with an unearthly grace as his blade shimmered with a brilliant light, he then proceeded on going into a rant questioning want Chris even hoped to accomplish by coming here now. Chris didn't care about his words past that however he simply stood, sword drawn, ready for his attack. The room filled with blood and a horrific sound filled their ears after Zaleth ceased his rant, still however Chris stood there ready and unflinching and opened his mouth. "Champion...." Chris began. “Have at you…” Zaleth said before immediately appearing in front of Chris already bringing down his blade with a terrifying force. Chris rose his blade angled just enough to cause most of the force of Zaleth's blade to slide along the elven black sword, the force of his attack was so great it caused sparks to fly as it slid, and fall away from his body harmlessly. Being the force so great there was a small window for Chris to attack and he did striking Zaleth with the pommel of his sword and the pressing the attack with a slice of his own. "That man died long ago." he finshed what he was saying as he brought down his sword.
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Zaleth grimaced as the pommel struck him in the forehead after he tried to duck beneath the blow. Stumbling slightly he raised his hand towards Chris’ slash. Bright light formed as he blocked the stroke with the palm of his hand which on contact rekeased a burst of holy energy to repel Christopher. “You don’t stand a chance boy… Your nothing more then a half trained pup barking at the big old wolf…” He flourished his blade before unleashing several quick blows before vanishing and appearing behind Christopher and sending forth a thrust towards the knight’s spine. Though as it approached Zaleth let forth a cry of agony after being sent flying backwards into the wall. Lightning coursing through his body as he screamed out. He climbed back to his feet. “I see… you serve him… your actions are worse then I thought… I will not hold back now… not with what is now at risk.” He raised his blade which began to burn with white energy the dirt and grim which had acquired from his daily appointments vanish when the light meet it. “NIGHT BANE!” The light flashed forward like a great hurricane was in the room. Its light burned away all filth and caused one’s sin to pierce one’s soul like a thousand needles. “Such a monster like you… should never have been allowed to live.” Victiara fell to the ground withering, while she had few sins even a handful was enough to bring the weak to their knees. Zaleth’s face became uneasy as he ended the light. He appeared beside Victiara bending down to check on her. “No… its ok my sweet… I… didn’t mean to hurt you…” He hugged her close when she didn’t respond. “Rest dear… daddy will finish this up and everything will be back to normal… no more demons… no more vile false men… no more slaves toying with your feelings…”
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A burst of of holy energy stopped Chris' blade in his tracks and forced him away from Zaleth, with a few words and a flourish of his blade Zaleth unleashed a barrage of quick blows. Chris was able to block a few, but some got through and even though they were rapid blows they still held power behind the leaving deep cuts into his armor. Before he could react Zaleth disappeared and reappeared behind him making a thrust for his spine, he realized just in time and forced his body to the left to at least avoid a fatal spinal blow. That was necessary though before the blade even touch him Zaleth was repelled away into a wall, lightning crackling from his body. What or who protected him he did not know and right now he had no time to think about it. Zaleth's blade was raised high as it began to glow with a white light, it was an attack Chris had seen once before. “NIGHT BANE!”
Chris had not time to think of anything the only thing he could see was Marenda withering and falling towards the ground. Zaleth appeared next to her and bent over to check on her, she did not respond and he hugged her close, his voice still not audible to Chris as his face slowly twitched into an expression of pure unadulterated rage. He thought she was dead, even though he had the utmost faith in her character he knew she wasn't perfect no one was and to be hit with something like that just after recover from the poison of a Kurag must have been devastating. "ZALETH!" Chris' voice was dripping with absolute anger any normal man would freeze with an absolute fear of having their name called in such a way. As soon as Zaleth released Victiara Chris rushed forward with the greatest speed he could muster swinging his blade at Zaleth, each stroke was a calculated one and meant not to harm, but to kill their target. Each blade stroke held the full weight of his fury as he brought it down onto Zaleth.
Chris had not time to think of anything the only thing he could see was Marenda withering and falling towards the ground. Zaleth appeared next to her and bent over to check on her, she did not respond and he hugged her close, his voice still not audible to Chris as his face slowly twitched into an expression of pure unadulterated rage. He thought she was dead, even though he had the utmost faith in her character he knew she wasn't perfect no one was and to be hit with something like that just after recover from the poison of a Kurag must have been devastating. "ZALETH!" Chris' voice was dripping with absolute anger any normal man would freeze with an absolute fear of having their name called in such a way. As soon as Zaleth released Victiara Chris rushed forward with the greatest speed he could muster swinging his blade at Zaleth, each stroke was a calculated one and meant not to harm, but to kill their target. Each blade stroke held the full weight of his fury as he brought it down onto Zaleth.
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Raine could do little but stand off to the side, watching. This seemed more like a fight between Chris and Zaleth. and it did seem like it was going to stay that way, too. But this was about what she had expected. The only thing she had thought she would end up doing was acting as a distraction, at the very least. She hadn't thought they would get to Zaleth so quickly, or so easily. But Sekivar had seemed to be capable of quite a bit, so she should have expected it to be so easy for him.
She kept herself against one of the walls, staying out of the fight, but ready to help if it became necessary. She doubted it, but it never really hurt to be ready for it. She glanced at Nathaniel, then back to the fight. "...Should we maybe get her out of the way? ...Or just keep out of the way ourselves?" she asked Nathaniel. Neither Chris or Zaleth wanted to hurt her, she was sure, but accidents did happen sooner or later.
She kept herself against one of the walls, staying out of the fight, but ready to help if it became necessary. She doubted it, but it never really hurt to be ready for it. She glanced at Nathaniel, then back to the fight. "...Should we maybe get her out of the way? ...Or just keep out of the way ourselves?" she asked Nathaniel. Neither Chris or Zaleth wanted to hurt her, she was sure, but accidents did happen sooner or later.
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Zaleth bowed his head for a moment before standing up. His eyes emotionless as his sword erupted in a torrent of holy energy… a single swing was all that was needed as he rent Chris’ blade in twain, the wall that was behind the side in which he struck Chris’ blade crumbled at the force of the following magic. “I’m going to kill you boy… I’m going to rip you limb from limb… break your bones and grind them into dust… BURN YOUR FLESH TO ASHES SCATTER THEM TO THE FOUR WINDS AND HUNT DOWN YOUR DAMNED SOUL BEFORE I RIP IT APART PIECE BY PIECE UNTI L YOU’RE UNRAVELED FROM EXISTENCE!” the power of his voice caused the entire chamber to quake the sky darkened as he left his magical aura unchecked. Rain began to pour down, lightning piercing the darkness. “You have done so much damage…” He lifted his blade only to have it forced from his hand as it began to glow white from heat. “What witchcraft is this!” He said grasping his hand in agony. His eyes widened slightly as he seemed to see something invisible to everyone else. “Mealis help us all… you’ve fallen so far…” He took a step back. “What have you done… what have you become in order to fulfill your blood lust.” He grabbed hold of an amulet he wore around his neck to Mealis. “I may be a monster… but at least I’m not you… selling out your own for vengeance.” He wrenched a long sword from a coat of arms on the wall. “This is where it ends…”
“Oh… it is the end… but it isn‘t the one you want” Vexia spoke as she appeared beside Chris, resting her head softly on his shoulder. “Since when did Sekivar decide to help you my dear? Lightning truly ill becomes you… fire is what truly shows off your fierce righteousness. The fire in your eyes… the burning passion in your heart… I feel your hatred and it is ecstasy! You may be weaker then him… but together he can’t hope to stand against you… for in the end a King while the most important piece… has little chance against my rook. Strike him down… cut his false tongue as he speaks empty prayers to Mealis… cut him down where he now makes threats he can not keep. Take vengeance for your king… your queen… your prince… your friend Chrico… and all those who died for this man’s ambition. Kill him so their spirits can rest in peace. Kill him for the little vampire you forget in your haste… who burned to death in the fire from his assassins… make him feel your pain… when he has done naught but inflict it upon others!”
“Silence your wretched tongue harpy! Even together you can not beat me… What can lust do against my power… against the power of purity? I will slay him… and then you witch.” Zaleth spoke harshly before charging forward swinging his blade violently forgoing the skill he had been using earlier for pure brute strength.
“Oh… it is the end… but it isn‘t the one you want” Vexia spoke as she appeared beside Chris, resting her head softly on his shoulder. “Since when did Sekivar decide to help you my dear? Lightning truly ill becomes you… fire is what truly shows off your fierce righteousness. The fire in your eyes… the burning passion in your heart… I feel your hatred and it is ecstasy! You may be weaker then him… but together he can’t hope to stand against you… for in the end a King while the most important piece… has little chance against my rook. Strike him down… cut his false tongue as he speaks empty prayers to Mealis… cut him down where he now makes threats he can not keep. Take vengeance for your king… your queen… your prince… your friend Chrico… and all those who died for this man’s ambition. Kill him so their spirits can rest in peace. Kill him for the little vampire you forget in your haste… who burned to death in the fire from his assassins… make him feel your pain… when he has done naught but inflict it upon others!”
“Silence your wretched tongue harpy! Even together you can not beat me… What can lust do against my power… against the power of purity? I will slay him… and then you witch.” Zaleth spoke harshly before charging forward swinging his blade violently forgoing the skill he had been using earlier for pure brute strength.
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From the moment Sekivar had caused them to appear in Zaleth’s throne room, the action was non-stop. He spoke of how they were pawns, even Nathaniel himself which caused him to growl at the man before he attacked Chris. The room was filled with horrible noises and blood, it was all overwhelming. Now the chamber quaked, the sky darkened and rain poured down as Vexia appeared. Nathaniel tried to listen to focus on the fight in front of him as well as listen to Raine. Moving Victiara might anger Zaleth but he was quite preoccupied at the moment and with so much power being thrown around there was a chance she could be caught in the cross fire. “Yes, we’ll move her farther away along with ourselves.” He made sure to keep an eye on the mammoth fight unfolding as he dropped to all fours, hurrying over to Victiara.
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Raine hurried after Nathaniel, making sure to keep close enough that, if she needed it, he could help her. It wasn't as if she was of any use at the moment. She tugged lightly as Victiara's arm when she got close enough. "Come on...we don't need you to get hit out here...let's back farther away, ok?" she asked her. She wasn't going to try to force the girl, unless she remained unresponsive. She winced a little as Zaleth's voice seemed to shake the whole room, and then, after Vexia appeared, attack without any type of plan, or strategy. He wasn't going to win that way...so maybe that was a good thing. It would make things easier of Chris, at least.
But she wasn't even sure Zaleth was even making any sense. He had never, as far as she knew, sold out his own kind. She shrugged off that thought, reminding herself that the man was corrupted. There was little to be done about it, except to allow Chris to deal with it. While she thought it was horrible to have it dealt with like this, with death, what else was there? He was convinced Chris was a traitor...and nothing was going to change his mind. She turned her attention back to Victiara. "Come on; just off to the side..."
But she wasn't even sure Zaleth was even making any sense. He had never, as far as she knew, sold out his own kind. She shrugged off that thought, reminding herself that the man was corrupted. There was little to be done about it, except to allow Chris to deal with it. While she thought it was horrible to have it dealt with like this, with death, what else was there? He was convinced Chris was a traitor...and nothing was going to change his mind. She turned her attention back to Victiara. "Come on; just off to the side..."
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Chris' last weapon was destroyed with ease with Zaleth superior magical energy backing his sword strokes. The wall of towards the end of his stork was utterly destroyed and the weather change outside was sure to catch an immense amount of attention from around Victarith. Zaleth and Vexia were right about one thing this would be the end Zaleth would feel all the suffering he cause while he pursued his ambitions. Robbing the people of a kind and benevolent king nearly ending his bloodline entirely just to put his own son on the thrown, despicable. I don't need a lecture on how far I've fallen from someone like you. What I have done was done for the people of this city in which you wounded. You are a plague on the people of this city an infestation that can no longer be ignored. Zaleth you are the one who will burned into ashes a disease cleansed in fire so that the city may have hopes in healing the wound you inflicted." Chris still held the handle of the black elven blade the was cut in twain.
for the large part Vexia's attempts to add fuel to the fire raging inside Chris was wasted energy he knew everything she said repetition of Zaleth's crimes would serve no purpose. Zaleth's sword strokes had degraded quickly and where nothing more that just swings of brute force easily avoided by even most freshly trained recruits, the only thing to be said about them is the strength behind them made them quick. Vexia wasn't even really all there so even as Chris moved to dodge Zaleth's attacks she remained where she was. Finding an opening quickly through his brutish swings Chris raised his shattered blade high. he did not know how, but two words echoed in his mind. "DRAGONS BLOOD!" The once shattered blade he held reformed itself in and intense fire reforming the blade and even going beyond it's normal length, it threatened to even pierce the roof above.
Their blade clashed for a mere second before the sword crafted only for show disintegrated from existence now leaving Zaleth with nothing but a handle of a sword. "May the gods in all their benevolence show your soul mercy in the afterlife because you shall receive none from me." Chris brought the entire flaming pillar down upon Zaleth threatening to cut him in twain and burn the two pieces to ash should he do nothing. The entire time he did not even notice both Raine and Nathaniel carrying his love Marenda safely away from the battle.
for the large part Vexia's attempts to add fuel to the fire raging inside Chris was wasted energy he knew everything she said repetition of Zaleth's crimes would serve no purpose. Zaleth's sword strokes had degraded quickly and where nothing more that just swings of brute force easily avoided by even most freshly trained recruits, the only thing to be said about them is the strength behind them made them quick. Vexia wasn't even really all there so even as Chris moved to dodge Zaleth's attacks she remained where she was. Finding an opening quickly through his brutish swings Chris raised his shattered blade high. he did not know how, but two words echoed in his mind. "DRAGONS BLOOD!" The once shattered blade he held reformed itself in and intense fire reforming the blade and even going beyond it's normal length, it threatened to even pierce the roof above.
Their blade clashed for a mere second before the sword crafted only for show disintegrated from existence now leaving Zaleth with nothing but a handle of a sword. "May the gods in all their benevolence show your soul mercy in the afterlife because you shall receive none from me." Chris brought the entire flaming pillar down upon Zaleth threatening to cut him in twain and burn the two pieces to ash should he do nothing. The entire time he did not even notice both Raine and Nathaniel carrying his love Marenda safely away from the battle.
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Elise Joveen
A stray girl looking for answers to her past.
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Hallowed be the maiden of light, I her humble servant and blade maiden.
Raine Songrose
A white elf.
Hijian Ahsteel
The young Empress of the Ak'Teian. Kinda and powerful, she wishes to recreate a time when the races treated each other like their own.
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A strange vender of stranger wares.
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With out honor what are we?
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A stray girl looking for answers to her past.
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Hallowed be the maiden of light, I her humble servant and blade maiden.
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The young Empress of the Ak'Teian. Kinda and powerful, she wishes to recreate a time when the races treated each other like their own.
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A young vampire, tormented and living in fear.
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A strange vender of stranger wares.
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Regent of Kai'Drona
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A young prince, one of the human suiters
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A white elf.
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With out honor what are we?
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Regent of Kai'Drona
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A stray girl looking for answers to her past.
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A young vampire, tormented and living in fear.
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The young Empress of the Ak'Teian. Kinda and powerful, she wishes to recreate a time when the races treated each other like their own.
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With out honor what are we?
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