Introduction
This roleplay will center around two main characters as they quest through the Perhaedian Empire, gathering their army while being constantly hunted by the King.
King Aievol is a powerful, corrupt human mage who has locked himself behind the safety of The Black Keep in the heart of the Empire's capital city, Bel Harem; which is otherwise known as The Black City. He has an army of mages behind him. Whenever any child that is born exhibits magical abilities, the child is taken from its parents and placed in the Academy of Bel Harem: the King’s very own magical school. There, the children learn the dark magic that the King’s army uses to keep the populace under control and to quell any kind of uprisings.
Normal citizens are not to be armed, by the order of the King. All armorers and blacksmiths are mostly located in the Black City, unless specifically licensed to live and work elsewhere. Armor and weapons are regulated and one must have a signed letter from the general of the King's armies, General Jelyel, in order to purchase weapons. Knives, however, are quite difficult to regulate, so they tend to be a popular weapon. Also, many people that live further away from the capital city create their own bows or spears, so that they may hunt. These must be hidden well, however, from the King's soldiers.
The King’s soldiers are spread throughout the entire country, with a squad of at least 20 located in each town to ensure the peace is kept and the rules are followed. Some of these soldiers are ruthless, while some of them are kinder and will purchase game and other results of a hunt from the townspeople, completely ignoring the fact that they've made their own weapons in order to catch these animals. People that are caught with small infractions against the King's law will typically be punished in their own town. But any who have broken bigger laws, such as being caught with a weapon or killing one of the soldiers, will be brought to the capital city to stand before the King for judgement.
To the southeast of the Perhaedian Empire is the Southern Empire. This land has very few magical folk in it and it is rare indeed for anyone from this country to have seen an elf. They do not venture into the Perhaedian Empire. It is a harsh, desert land beyond the Athol Mountains. The people who live there have had to adapt to the brutal heat and the many sandstorms that batter the countryside. They tend to be olive-skinned with dark hair and dark eyes. Most of the cities are nestled along the southern edge of the Athol Mountains, where they are better protected from the wild desert weather.
Races:
- Human
- Dwarf
- Elf
- Demon
The elves have a city deep within the forest called Ma’el. They hide out in the forest and do not take kindly to strangers entering their territories. They tend to be the shoot first, ask questions later type. Sometimes the younger elves get curious or they become too trusting of the humans that live near the forest, and they are taken as slaves. Elven slaves are a hot commodity and they sell for high prices in the cities. Wealth can be counted on how many elven slaves a man’s estate has.
Magic is not all that commonly found in elves or humans. But when elves, in particular, are born with magic, they tend to be very strong in its use. These elves possessing magical qualities are typically the carpenters of their race, mixing their magic with that of the forest in which they live to form the shelters they live and work within.
Dwarves live in a series of tunnels that are spread throughout the Athol Mountains. Their largest underground city is called Pal'Agorath.They have long ago fallen into legend, for very few people alive have seen a single dwarf, let alone many of them. Dwarven men and women are almost impossible to tell apart; they tend to be the same height and girth, and have long, thick beards. A dwarf will never cut his or her hair unless he or she has lost some sort of battle. The longer the braid down a dwarf’s back, the stronger the warrior. An extremely unknown detail that is not even seen in the legends is that dwarves do, in fact, often possess magic, though often weaker than that of humans and elves.
Demons are creatures that were once human or elf, that has allowed evil spirits to enter their bodies and control their minds. Demons are extremely difficult to control, even for the King, though they are most often seen under his command rather than roaming the wilds on their own. They look like a typical human or elf, but their skin is deathly pale and they have red eyes. Demons are basically shades. They have powerful magic that is aided by the evil souls they have allowed to take over their body. They are strongest at night and are actually weakened during the day. The sunlight makes it difficult for them to see and they hate to feel the heat of it on their skin. They are difficult to kill; only piercing the heart or beheading will truly kill a demon. Demons sometimes will find a particularly powerful mage that they would like to kill and trap the soul of inside their body, and they will make it their mission to do so in order to make their powers even stronger. Also, demons can sense magic within a small town. They are often the ones sent out to find children with magical abilities.
Celestials are akin to demons in that they derive their powers from spirits; however, celestials do not trap souls within them, and the spirits they work with are only good. They are most often seen in their human or elf form. The powers of a celestial last only for a very short time and are most often used in desperate situations, such as a fight with a demon. (For more information, please message the GM.)
Classes:
- Warrior
- Rogue
- Mage
Magic is an energy within some beings that must be focused and released through the hands. Drawing on magic creates a tingly feeling that spreads through the mage while it is being used. The stronger a mage, the more mana, or energy, they have to expend, and the longer they can cast spells. Casting a spell that is beyond one’s power will simply not work, and likely would cause the caster to fall unconscious. The stronger a mage is in his magical prowess, the slower he will age. This has little effect on the elves, who already age very slowly.
King Aievol is a powerful, corrupt human mage who has locked himself behind the safety of The Black Keep in the heart of the Empire's capital city, Bel Harem; which is otherwise known as The Black City. He has an army of mages behind him. Whenever any child that is born exhibits magical abilities, the child is taken from its parents and placed in the Academy of Bel Harem: the King’s very own magical school. There, the children learn the dark magic that the King’s army uses to keep the populace under control and to quell any kind of uprisings.
Normal citizens are not to be armed, by the order of the King. All armorers and blacksmiths are mostly located in the Black City, unless specifically licensed to live and work elsewhere. Armor and weapons are regulated and one must have a signed letter from the general of the King's armies, General Jelyel, in order to purchase weapons. Knives, however, are quite difficult to regulate, so they tend to be a popular weapon. Also, many people that live further away from the capital city create their own bows or spears, so that they may hunt. These must be hidden well, however, from the King's soldiers.
The King’s soldiers are spread throughout the entire country, with a squad of at least 20 located in each town to ensure the peace is kept and the rules are followed. Some of these soldiers are ruthless, while some of them are kinder and will purchase game and other results of a hunt from the townspeople, completely ignoring the fact that they've made their own weapons in order to catch these animals. People that are caught with small infractions against the King's law will typically be punished in their own town. But any who have broken bigger laws, such as being caught with a weapon or killing one of the soldiers, will be brought to the capital city to stand before the King for judgement.
To the southeast of the Perhaedian Empire is the Southern Empire. This land has very few magical folk in it and it is rare indeed for anyone from this country to have seen an elf. They do not venture into the Perhaedian Empire. It is a harsh, desert land beyond the Athol Mountains. The people who live there have had to adapt to the brutal heat and the many sandstorms that batter the countryside. They tend to be olive-skinned with dark hair and dark eyes. Most of the cities are nestled along the southern edge of the Athol Mountains, where they are better protected from the wild desert weather.
Races:
- Human
- Dwarf
- Elf
- Demon
The elves have a city deep within the forest called Ma’el. They hide out in the forest and do not take kindly to strangers entering their territories. They tend to be the shoot first, ask questions later type. Sometimes the younger elves get curious or they become too trusting of the humans that live near the forest, and they are taken as slaves. Elven slaves are a hot commodity and they sell for high prices in the cities. Wealth can be counted on how many elven slaves a man’s estate has.
Magic is not all that commonly found in elves or humans. But when elves, in particular, are born with magic, they tend to be very strong in its use. These elves possessing magical qualities are typically the carpenters of their race, mixing their magic with that of the forest in which they live to form the shelters they live and work within.
Dwarves live in a series of tunnels that are spread throughout the Athol Mountains. Their largest underground city is called Pal'Agorath.They have long ago fallen into legend, for very few people alive have seen a single dwarf, let alone many of them. Dwarven men and women are almost impossible to tell apart; they tend to be the same height and girth, and have long, thick beards. A dwarf will never cut his or her hair unless he or she has lost some sort of battle. The longer the braid down a dwarf’s back, the stronger the warrior. An extremely unknown detail that is not even seen in the legends is that dwarves do, in fact, often possess magic, though often weaker than that of humans and elves.
Demons are creatures that were once human or elf, that has allowed evil spirits to enter their bodies and control their minds. Demons are extremely difficult to control, even for the King, though they are most often seen under his command rather than roaming the wilds on their own. They look like a typical human or elf, but their skin is deathly pale and they have red eyes. Demons are basically shades. They have powerful magic that is aided by the evil souls they have allowed to take over their body. They are strongest at night and are actually weakened during the day. The sunlight makes it difficult for them to see and they hate to feel the heat of it on their skin. They are difficult to kill; only piercing the heart or beheading will truly kill a demon. Demons sometimes will find a particularly powerful mage that they would like to kill and trap the soul of inside their body, and they will make it their mission to do so in order to make their powers even stronger. Also, demons can sense magic within a small town. They are often the ones sent out to find children with magical abilities.
Celestials are akin to demons in that they derive their powers from spirits; however, celestials do not trap souls within them, and the spirits they work with are only good. They are most often seen in their human or elf form. The powers of a celestial last only for a very short time and are most often used in desperate situations, such as a fight with a demon. (For more information, please message the GM.)
Classes:
- Warrior
- Rogue
- Mage
Magic is an energy within some beings that must be focused and released through the hands. Drawing on magic creates a tingly feeling that spreads through the mage while it is being used. The stronger a mage, the more mana, or energy, they have to expend, and the longer they can cast spells. Casting a spell that is beyond one’s power will simply not work, and likely would cause the caster to fall unconscious. The stronger a mage is in his magical prowess, the slower he will age. This has little effect on the elves, who already age very slowly.
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Did she regret what she had done? Of course not. She regretted getting caught. She had gotten better at escaping.... having been gone for more than a year this time. But his patience was running thin with her, that much she knew. She regretted not attempting to kill the King long ago. Of course, Anira knew it would be difficult; but she had faith that she would find a way through, a hole in the wards he’d placed around himself. And when she did, she would take pleasure in watching him die.
Anira was done with this place. She figured it had been around four weeks now since they’d caught her and brought her back to the Keep. They’d taken all her armor, and her daggers of course. She could see them, strewn in a corner of the guardsroom every time they took her through. She would keep track of these things. Because soon, she would escape. He couldn’t keep her here forever. He must know that she wouldn’t break. She’d been taught his own methods, and she’d been the perfect student. Anira had had enough of the guards leering at her day in and day out, the stale bread and near-rotten meat, the trips upstairs to see him. How long would it take for him to get tired of waiting? Surely he would break first. Anira had never lost a battle of wills, but this one was different.
She picked through the food they’d brought her with disinterest. Glancing toward the door that led to the guardsroom, Anira dumped the food out and kicked it away. She pointedly ignored the woman in the cell next to her as she turned her back from door with the metal plate in hand. She couldn’t remember how long it had been now since the woman was brought in. Some time after her. But they hadn’t spoken a word to one another, and Anira was perfectly content with that. She didn’t care to hear her story.
The chains of the manacles around her wrist jingled softly as she began to grind the edge of the plate against the stone wall. She was dying to use her magic again. It felt like there was a gaping hole in her chest that was slowly seeping her life away as the magic was drained from her by the manacles. Not for the first time since she’d arrived back at the Black Keep did she curse the name of Aievol.
She heard the shuffling of footsteps outside the door and quickened her movements. Anira pulled the plate back and touched the edge of the plate. Sharp, but it could be sharper. She would have to finish it later, if she could. The young woman turned back around and leaned against the cool stone, sliding the plate beneath the musty straw that made up her bed. She curled her legs up to her chest and lay her chin on her knees, watching in silence as the door swung open and two guards made their way into the room.
Anira was done with this place. She figured it had been around four weeks now since they’d caught her and brought her back to the Keep. They’d taken all her armor, and her daggers of course. She could see them, strewn in a corner of the guardsroom every time they took her through. She would keep track of these things. Because soon, she would escape. He couldn’t keep her here forever. He must know that she wouldn’t break. She’d been taught his own methods, and she’d been the perfect student. Anira had had enough of the guards leering at her day in and day out, the stale bread and near-rotten meat, the trips upstairs to see him. How long would it take for him to get tired of waiting? Surely he would break first. Anira had never lost a battle of wills, but this one was different.
She picked through the food they’d brought her with disinterest. Glancing toward the door that led to the guardsroom, Anira dumped the food out and kicked it away. She pointedly ignored the woman in the cell next to her as she turned her back from door with the metal plate in hand. She couldn’t remember how long it had been now since the woman was brought in. Some time after her. But they hadn’t spoken a word to one another, and Anira was perfectly content with that. She didn’t care to hear her story.
The chains of the manacles around her wrist jingled softly as she began to grind the edge of the plate against the stone wall. She was dying to use her magic again. It felt like there was a gaping hole in her chest that was slowly seeping her life away as the magic was drained from her by the manacles. Not for the first time since she’d arrived back at the Black Keep did she curse the name of Aievol.
She heard the shuffling of footsteps outside the door and quickened her movements. Anira pulled the plate back and touched the edge of the plate. Sharp, but it could be sharper. She would have to finish it later, if she could. The young woman turned back around and leaned against the cool stone, sliding the plate beneath the musty straw that made up her bed. She curled her legs up to her chest and lay her chin on her knees, watching in silence as the door swung open and two guards made their way into the room.
The long black haired female known as Kayo watched boredly as the women went about her shuffling and daily activities. She heard the footsteps and her lynx ears twitched. The ears were hidden in her coat hood which she always had. She found new ways everyday to piss the guards off. Buying her time with them. Enjoying making them angry and stressed. As soon as they got in she threw the plate. The plate spun and hit one of the guards and then bounced off that guard and hit the other one smashing to pieces. She smirked as it did this and chuckled. "Seems your plate rejects you as much as I and your food does." She spoke to them ignoring the knife ears existence completely as she always did. Filthy creatures, knife ears always got something up there sleeves....not saying she didn't either of corse. She smirked even more at that thought "Common boys your insulting me. Falling over already? We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet!" She laughed. She truly did find the damned creatures pain more then amusing. As for there king. He'd die soon enough and his name would just be written down as another victim that lay defeated at the hand of her blades. Kayo planned everything quite well truthfully. She already had what she needed to escape thanks to a new guard who began working that very day. Poor lad had no idea who Kayo was. Only seeing her as a weak female who needed male companionship and protection by how she acted towards him. Shesh, some men are so weak. So ready to believe one of two things: One she is attracted to him, the other is she is weak. On Kayo's last trip to visit the king she 'accidentally' tripped and fell. She began to 'cry' and the poor boy fell for it hugging her and then helping her up. She had more then enough time to get what she needed. And she had. For now however she had make the guards pay just a bit. As they got a few feet away within arms length she threw the stale moldy bread at them and then the meat and then the tray. The stale bread was rock hard and caused the 2nd guard to loose consciousness and the tray was enough for the first. She would have fallen over laughing were she not to busy. She took out the bobby pin from her hair the one the male had. What kind of guy uses hair pins? Fucking Fruit. Focus! She unlocked her hand cuffs and then reached over to the guards grabbing the key from there hands and unlocked her cell. She at this point did something she was not proud of. She threw the girl the key and then picked up her daggers and swords and her clothes. She quickly changed and took down her hood revealing the ears she had been hiding which were now bent backwards in fury. Her eyes changed blood red. "Hurry up knife ears. If you ruin my escape your name will be added to my list of targets." She told her growing rather annoyed.
"My city. My kingdom. Will my reign ever bring peace to my troubled land?" A hollow figure of a man stood shadowed in his keep. Five other silhouettes lay about in the dimly lit room, feminine and slender as they spoke softly among themselves. Brief flickers of candle light showed Renys's face contorted in rage as he turned from the balcony of the keep. "Enemies hide among me even now. How many of you would turn against me in a moment?" The five figures stared, no words as they began to stand and leave. "Stay." Barking commands, bitter words. They listened. They always do. Brainless for all of their beauty, no free will as they returned to the lone softly lit room. Dressing in leather armor and donning an extravagant cloak lined with fur and as red as blood he began to storm out of his quarters. "Come." The five thinly dressed concubines followed their master, covering themselves as he began his decent to the main hall. "Go. Entertain our guests." The five soon departed and began to lure men as if by nature.
Striding down corridor after corridor, no longer shadowed as he walked among cold stone. News of several prisoners being apprehended sparked his interest. Murderers, thieves, instigators all brought to his keep. He brought himself to the barracks, opening the light wooden door to see men going about their business. "Guardsmen, front and center." All eyes were upon him, silver and black armored men standing in line before him. "I have heard word that several people were captured and brought to this keep. Is this information accurate?" "Y-yes sire." One meek short stature man spoke, his ginger hair tucked neatly out of his face. "Tell me guardsman, what are their crimes?' "O-o-one was a... an e-e-elven woman. W-w-well, ha-ha-ha..." The man could barely speak, terrified before his king. "Half elven? Speak man!" The ginger haired guard stuttered more, sputtering his words more. "Ha-Half e-elven s-s-s-sire. Sh-sh-she com-commit...committed mu-murder of one of her e-escorts." Finally Renys sighed and looked at the meek guard. "Thank you guardsman. Now back to your post. That goes for all of you louts!" With that Renys began to descend a flight of stairs to the dungeon, nodding to two men stationed just outside.
"Your majesty." With that the two guards unlocked the door and stepped inside, concealing Renys's entrance before he stood before the bars of the first cell. Here a group of three shared the same cell as they held the same look of anger. Turning to the two guards a question filled the air. "Crimes?" The second guard started to speak, his voice slow as he drolled out his words. "Tha one in the middle there, he stole fro' tha roy-al blacksmith. And deese two hid him." Looking at the second guard Renys shook his head. "Let those two be drafted. As for the thief, public hanging." With a nod the guards began to enter the first cell. Something felt off, looking around at these cells gave an air of unease as he looked about. Nobody spoke. Two blocks were held in this dungeon, one for more severe crimes and this one for lesser offenses. Moving to the second block a peculiar sight played out before Renys. A prisoner out of their cell, readily equipped and freeing another. A roll of his eyes and he spoke to the fugitive. "My my, you seem to have gotten yourself out in a hurry. Might I ask where you intend to go?" His words rolled off the tongue dryly. A callow grin on his face as he watched this lone figure. He was impressed with how quickly one could break out of their cell in this, his private sanctum. "Do I have to cut off people's hands to keep them from escaping? Or if I just ask nicely will you go back in your cell and we can pretend this never happened?" His voices sounded amused, lively even as he stepped forward more, cloak draped over his left arm as his right drew out his sword. From his right hand an aura of cold started to envelop his sword. An icy hue overtook the blade, frost forming at the tip and starting to grow over the blade.
Striding down corridor after corridor, no longer shadowed as he walked among cold stone. News of several prisoners being apprehended sparked his interest. Murderers, thieves, instigators all brought to his keep. He brought himself to the barracks, opening the light wooden door to see men going about their business. "Guardsmen, front and center." All eyes were upon him, silver and black armored men standing in line before him. "I have heard word that several people were captured and brought to this keep. Is this information accurate?" "Y-yes sire." One meek short stature man spoke, his ginger hair tucked neatly out of his face. "Tell me guardsman, what are their crimes?' "O-o-one was a... an e-e-elven woman. W-w-well, ha-ha-ha..." The man could barely speak, terrified before his king. "Half elven? Speak man!" The ginger haired guard stuttered more, sputtering his words more. "Ha-Half e-elven s-s-s-sire. Sh-sh-she com-commit...committed mu-murder of one of her e-escorts." Finally Renys sighed and looked at the meek guard. "Thank you guardsman. Now back to your post. That goes for all of you louts!" With that Renys began to descend a flight of stairs to the dungeon, nodding to two men stationed just outside.
"Your majesty." With that the two guards unlocked the door and stepped inside, concealing Renys's entrance before he stood before the bars of the first cell. Here a group of three shared the same cell as they held the same look of anger. Turning to the two guards a question filled the air. "Crimes?" The second guard started to speak, his voice slow as he drolled out his words. "Tha one in the middle there, he stole fro' tha roy-al blacksmith. And deese two hid him." Looking at the second guard Renys shook his head. "Let those two be drafted. As for the thief, public hanging." With a nod the guards began to enter the first cell. Something felt off, looking around at these cells gave an air of unease as he looked about. Nobody spoke. Two blocks were held in this dungeon, one for more severe crimes and this one for lesser offenses. Moving to the second block a peculiar sight played out before Renys. A prisoner out of their cell, readily equipped and freeing another. A roll of his eyes and he spoke to the fugitive. "My my, you seem to have gotten yourself out in a hurry. Might I ask where you intend to go?" His words rolled off the tongue dryly. A callow grin on his face as he watched this lone figure. He was impressed with how quickly one could break out of their cell in this, his private sanctum. "Do I have to cut off people's hands to keep them from escaping? Or if I just ask nicely will you go back in your cell and we can pretend this never happened?" His voices sounded amused, lively even as he stepped forward more, cloak draped over his left arm as his right drew out his sword. From his right hand an aura of cold started to envelop his sword. An icy hue overtook the blade, frost forming at the tip and starting to grow over the blade.
She looked at him and chuckled. "Knife ears I'm a woman of my word." She said to her ignoring the kings words until he spoke his threat and then this caused her to laugh shaking her head as if in pity. She narrowed her gaze and grinned "Well I've heard similar threats from a number of poor fools whose memories I keep alive by dancing on their tombstones!" She said giving him a challenging gaze. "Your guards are out cold and that's with me weaponless and chained with more then limited movements. Now I have my weapons and I also have unlimited access to everything I need to kill you swiftly. Some common child." She beckoned him closer with her finger tip in a sexually flirtatious way.
Sithe had never been an anxious fellow. When he had promised his allegiance to the king- he was promising not to kill him in his sleep. Not that he would protect his kingdom. Fight for the good and just and blah blah blah. No. That wasn't what Sithe did it for. It was a time killer. It was a game. And when he felt rather than heard the clutter of a metal tray on a stone floor he made no move to stop it.
He sat perfectly still on the roof of the castle, a body as still as the stone statues that stood at his sides. Had you not looked twice, he would have been just that- a statue. And for all he was worth perhaps it would have been better that way. Although not frozen in time, Sithe still made not a sound, allowing the circumstances of the prison to occur far below him. It would not be long until the king called for him and perhaps his other men as well. That was not to say that the king needed them at all. He seemed capable enough on his own. Even so- Sithe scoffed. What other guards were needed when the king had him to do his will? That was the thing about Sithe. He had absolutely nothing to lose.
And he never lost.
On a battle field, he was essential, a rarity worth keeping close in your sights. Because when you had a warrior with nothing to fear, you had a warrior with everything to give. This war, it was all a game. A hundred years of wandering and he had finally found the activity in which he could build a stable hobby. If hunting and killing could be considered a hobby, that was. In any case- as the scramble of feet happened stories and stories underneath him, Sithe did not need to move an inch. A head start would make things more interesting. he almost wished that they were let free. Let them run. Let their bodies be carried like wind over the hillside. Let them truly believe deep in their still beating hearts that they were free. And just when hope was about to brim over- that is when Sithe would leave his perch and follow.
It was a hunt. It was all in good fun.
And Sithe did not even need to move. He was but a statue on the king's tower.
He sat perfectly still on the roof of the castle, a body as still as the stone statues that stood at his sides. Had you not looked twice, he would have been just that- a statue. And for all he was worth perhaps it would have been better that way. Although not frozen in time, Sithe still made not a sound, allowing the circumstances of the prison to occur far below him. It would not be long until the king called for him and perhaps his other men as well. That was not to say that the king needed them at all. He seemed capable enough on his own. Even so- Sithe scoffed. What other guards were needed when the king had him to do his will? That was the thing about Sithe. He had absolutely nothing to lose.
And he never lost.
On a battle field, he was essential, a rarity worth keeping close in your sights. Because when you had a warrior with nothing to fear, you had a warrior with everything to give. This war, it was all a game. A hundred years of wandering and he had finally found the activity in which he could build a stable hobby. If hunting and killing could be considered a hobby, that was. In any case- as the scramble of feet happened stories and stories underneath him, Sithe did not need to move an inch. A head start would make things more interesting. he almost wished that they were let free. Let them run. Let their bodies be carried like wind over the hillside. Let them truly believe deep in their still beating hearts that they were free. And just when hope was about to brim over- that is when Sithe would leave his perch and follow.
It was a hunt. It was all in good fun.
And Sithe did not even need to move. He was but a statue on the king's tower.
Anira watched the other prisoner curiously as she began to attack the guards. Hm, well, it would seem she wasn’t entirely useless. Her bored expression faltered slightly when she noticed that the woman had found a pin to shimmy her manacles open with. The guards had been all too careful with Anira when they’d brought her in. They had even taken her boots in the end, as filled with the assortment of useful goodies as they were. She hadn’t a thing left on her, other than her breeches and tunic. Ignoring the woman’s words as she rushed Anira along, she was about to reach for the key that had been tossed to her when she felt it.
He was close. Any mage would be aware of that sort of power when it was nearby. And Anira, well, she had learned to become familiar with that awareness. Her gaze shot to the woman as she continued to call her ‘knife ears’ and urge her on, but Anira’s eyes narrowed. Fool woman. Humans, they always wanted to rush things. Some things needed to be done over time, with delicate precision. This was one such thing. The Keep would not be an easy place to escape. Anira had spent so much time here, particularly down in the dungeons, that she knew the way of things. And making such a racket... no, that had not been a good idea at all.
And as the bloody King himself strode into the cell block, Anira swiped the key from its place on the floor and stood. She would not cower in the corner of her cell when this man was present. She leaned against the bars at the front of her cell, pressing her forehead against the cool metal as she watched the scene unfold before her. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she bounced the key lazily across her knuckles. “I would take the second offer,” she told the woman. This man wasn’t one to be toyed with.
He was close. Any mage would be aware of that sort of power when it was nearby. And Anira, well, she had learned to become familiar with that awareness. Her gaze shot to the woman as she continued to call her ‘knife ears’ and urge her on, but Anira’s eyes narrowed. Fool woman. Humans, they always wanted to rush things. Some things needed to be done over time, with delicate precision. This was one such thing. The Keep would not be an easy place to escape. Anira had spent so much time here, particularly down in the dungeons, that she knew the way of things. And making such a racket... no, that had not been a good idea at all.
And as the bloody King himself strode into the cell block, Anira swiped the key from its place on the floor and stood. She would not cower in the corner of her cell when this man was present. She leaned against the bars at the front of her cell, pressing her forehead against the cool metal as she watched the scene unfold before her. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she bounced the key lazily across her knuckles. “I would take the second offer,” she told the woman. This man wasn’t one to be toyed with.
"Fucking Knife ears. You don't seem to understand a thing. Of corse how can you? Your kinds always clueless." She scoffed. "But not many humans can either. When a warrior has no fear of death. No fear at all even. She'll easily fight even if the odds are stacked against her" She looked at the king circling around him buying the damn elf time. Why? Because the damned fucking knife ears may be of use to her yet. "King...hm...sure handsome enough..sure brutal enough...yes, I see it now.." She said inching closer to him until she was leaning her body against his chest. She then rubbed a nail across his chest working her magic. At this time she scratched his chest in a sexual way. She smiled because this was all going according to plan. This could go two way now but in the end it would lead to the same outcome. She would leave tonight.
A grin shot across Renys's face, this woman moving closer and closer. "Like everyone else I see." Such base appeals, a common tactic of many thieves and assassins. A few options presented themselves. Looking past the assassin to a familiar elven face he gave a wicked grin. "I'm not some whelp drunk on his throne and waiting for death to take me." Admittedly, a certain attraction grew inside him. Something about this woman, something in the way she spoke. He put this aside, his cloak still covering his arm as magic started to seep out of his palm. His left hand moving as he reached up stroking this woman's face, her skin soft to the touch before he pulled his hand away. A soft flare of light, a signal for what was to come. A soft spoken voice escaped Renys's throat. "I can't let you leave."
Backing away slightly the magic soon enveloped him, an entire body fading away in light. Staring from aloft upon the railing above the cells, Renys spoke. "Bring forth the messengers of hell themselves. Something beyond human. A force to challenge the gods themselves." A man for theatrics, Renys never could resist a speech. And so he waited, waited for either a force of guards or something more. "Gods help you now." A dark mist descended from the railings, a heavy unnatural mist that darkened everything as it grew over the dungeon.
Backing away slightly the magic soon enveloped him, an entire body fading away in light. Staring from aloft upon the railing above the cells, Renys spoke. "Bring forth the messengers of hell themselves. Something beyond human. A force to challenge the gods themselves." A man for theatrics, Renys never could resist a speech. And so he waited, waited for either a force of guards or something more. "Gods help you now." A dark mist descended from the railings, a heavy unnatural mist that darkened everything as it grew over the dungeon.
Sithe could feel the darkness of the prison far below and a tug began to grow in his black heart. So this was his calling. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Slowly, he stood from his perch, body creaking in protest. How long had be been poised and ready on the uppermost ledge of the castle? It made no difference. Time was only a single blade of grass in a vast field. It made not a difference in his life. It was a lesson over a hundred years in the making and it had taken every minute to teach.
He had all the time in the world. All the minutes he could not count in a lifetime. It had taken a hundred years. It was about time he spent a couple having fun.
In a rush of shadows and smoke Sithe allowed himself to be consumed. His body melted into a cloud of dark dread, a swirling pool of darkness and mist. The dark cloud that was the demon traveled down from the rooftop and through the open window of the kingdom. Like wind he glided down the stairs to the very pits of hell, circling the prison lightly. The torch lights flickered with an unseen wind as he passed before settling down at the side of his king. Sithe stood just outside his reach. He rarely entered within the touch of another being. It was dangerous territory even in the presence of the one who he had promised allegiance to. Trust- it was a strong word. Stronger than Sithe could handle.
Slowly, the cloud of black smoke disappeared and out of it blossomed the body of the pale demon, red eye searching to look down at the cells of the prison block. He licked his lips, a sharp tongue tapping against teeth as sharp as a beast.
"Problem, your highness?" Sithe said with a smooth chime of a voice soft as silk. His visible eye searched up and down the body of the escaped woman, shifting around in amusement and thrill. A twisted grin grew on thin papery lips, a terrible smile of sadistic joy. It was a terrible grin, with all the joy of a child with a new toy but all the danger of a hungry animal.
Playtime...
He had all the time in the world. All the minutes he could not count in a lifetime. It had taken a hundred years. It was about time he spent a couple having fun.
In a rush of shadows and smoke Sithe allowed himself to be consumed. His body melted into a cloud of dark dread, a swirling pool of darkness and mist. The dark cloud that was the demon traveled down from the rooftop and through the open window of the kingdom. Like wind he glided down the stairs to the very pits of hell, circling the prison lightly. The torch lights flickered with an unseen wind as he passed before settling down at the side of his king. Sithe stood just outside his reach. He rarely entered within the touch of another being. It was dangerous territory even in the presence of the one who he had promised allegiance to. Trust- it was a strong word. Stronger than Sithe could handle.
Slowly, the cloud of black smoke disappeared and out of it blossomed the body of the pale demon, red eye searching to look down at the cells of the prison block. He licked his lips, a sharp tongue tapping against teeth as sharp as a beast.
"Problem, your highness?" Sithe said with a smooth chime of a voice soft as silk. His visible eye searched up and down the body of the escaped woman, shifting around in amusement and thrill. A twisted grin grew on thin papery lips, a terrible smile of sadistic joy. It was a terrible grin, with all the joy of a child with a new toy but all the danger of a hungry animal.
Playtime...
Kayo smirked "And yet you allowed me to poison you." She spoke to him. And laughed. "That scratch on your chest was your own undoing. Before you arrived in the room I laced them with my own hand crafted one of kind made by me brand of magic proof toxic poison that only I know and can create the antidote of. All I had to do was snare you into my trap and you fell into so easily my dear king. She smirked. "It's coursing through your veins and soon you will go limp, your breathing and heart will slow down more, your viens will begin to corrode and disintegrate, your insides will overheat and boil and you will go into shock and you die." She smirked. "Of corse if I die you wont get the antidote. And you will parish a rather slow and agonizing death. But if you say: Let me go and the damned knife ears too. I'll create your antidote and you can live another day. Choice is all yours dear one." She smiled sweetly giving him a lustful gaze. She then looked at the King's pet. "Ooo looky here a mutt that needs to be muzzled." She unsheathed her weapons rearing to fight him. Knowing the king would choose the right choice.
//didnt see that shit coming did ya? XD
//didnt see that shit coming did ya? XD
Renys stared at the woman, a finger running down to feel the cut on his chest. A chuckle escaped, soon growing into a full cackle. "Oh my dear, I'm impressed. One of the first to actually poison me and mock me with it." Looking over at the woman still in her cell he spoke again. "In my own keep of all places, I applaud you madam. But I have told you, I am no whelp drunk on his throne." With a grin he spoke to Sithe. "Feed. Relish the hunt but leave the half elf." With that he looked over to the next cell, a man terrified in the corner. Using his magic he unlocked the gate and drew a dagger. The man whimpered in the corner, Renys drawing the blade and slashing the man's wrist and his own. A drain on his body, draining blood and replacing his own the man growing sicker by the moment. Soon the man screamed, his body falling limp to the floor before a dagger across the throat ended his screams. Stepping back into the corridor he looked at the failed assassin. "I come prepared."
As if on queue the walls themselves seemed to shrivel away, doors locking and torches being extinguished. Looking from Sithe to the assassin Renys drew closer. "I would try and run. I'm sure my compatriot would enjoy a good hunt." Reality warped at his command, the walls contorted and expanded. The darkness made it impossible to see the illusions before them. A mirror of corruption, one similar to the Black Waste. The air stale, a putrid stench of death as Renys phased in and out of the room.
As if on queue the walls themselves seemed to shrivel away, doors locking and torches being extinguished. Looking from Sithe to the assassin Renys drew closer. "I would try and run. I'm sure my compatriot would enjoy a good hunt." Reality warped at his command, the walls contorted and expanded. The darkness made it impossible to see the illusions before them. A mirror of corruption, one similar to the Black Waste. The air stale, a putrid stench of death as Renys phased in and out of the room.
The idea of the poison was a tricky one and he breathed lightly, looking sideways at Renys for an order. He didn't particularly care either way. If he did not let them go then Sithe would have the pleasure of watching him die and would follow through with hunting down the prisoners on his own. If Renys let them go then so be it. Sithe knew by now that the king understood what having him on his side meant. Renys could trust him to do his job. Let them go. Get the antidote and live to see tomorrow. It made no difference. Eventually- someone would die. Sithe would see to it personally.
It was all his majesty's call. Sithe was only a piece waiting to be played.
Sithe couldn't help but grin, crouching down low until the knuckles of his white hands could rest on the ground. Not once did his eyes leave the women. Interesting. Both of them half breeds. He could smell it on their skin. It seemed people were more and more settling with second best- those who were not of their own kind. It was pure laziness. They breed and breed and don't look twice at the taste of the flesh or the smell of one's blood. It was disgusting.
Sithe rolled his red ye from side to side, a light tisk clicking from his teeth. "Come on now, beauty. Are you really one to throw around words like that?" He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, an animal prepared to pounce. His body was relaxed none the less. Even if he had been called to stop these prisoners- there was no reason to rush things. It was a long war and he never forgot the scent of his prey. "Mutt." He spat on the ground, watching it fall between the bars of the railing to land at her feet far below. He could smell it on her. Of them- she was the mutt. The human half in her was there, not only there but visible in her features. Human blood and a demon essence. It was a new scent and he breathed it in deeply, smiling again playfully when she pulled free her blades. It was lazy. The guards had never taken her weapons? It was no wonder these women had gotten free. The kingdom was killed to the brim with the thick and the dull.
"Now now, princess. Wouldn't want to rush into anything, would you?" His eyes traveled to the other prisoner, the quiet one with the elven mix. "After all-" his eye sparkled in joy, nearly bouncing where he crouched. "The games have only just begun."
He sat back on his heels, still crouched with a dramatic sigh. The word the king had spoken. Feed. It was music to his ears. It gave him freedom enough to do as he wished. Even so- he wished to play. He wished to wait. An eyebrow raised at the prisoners, an earsplitting grin touching his eye.
"Run." He ordered at the prisoner.
Wherever you run to. I will find you. Let's play Hide and Seek.
It was all his majesty's call. Sithe was only a piece waiting to be played.
Sithe couldn't help but grin, crouching down low until the knuckles of his white hands could rest on the ground. Not once did his eyes leave the women. Interesting. Both of them half breeds. He could smell it on their skin. It seemed people were more and more settling with second best- those who were not of their own kind. It was pure laziness. They breed and breed and don't look twice at the taste of the flesh or the smell of one's blood. It was disgusting.
Sithe rolled his red ye from side to side, a light tisk clicking from his teeth. "Come on now, beauty. Are you really one to throw around words like that?" He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, an animal prepared to pounce. His body was relaxed none the less. Even if he had been called to stop these prisoners- there was no reason to rush things. It was a long war and he never forgot the scent of his prey. "Mutt." He spat on the ground, watching it fall between the bars of the railing to land at her feet far below. He could smell it on her. Of them- she was the mutt. The human half in her was there, not only there but visible in her features. Human blood and a demon essence. It was a new scent and he breathed it in deeply, smiling again playfully when she pulled free her blades. It was lazy. The guards had never taken her weapons? It was no wonder these women had gotten free. The kingdom was killed to the brim with the thick and the dull.
"Now now, princess. Wouldn't want to rush into anything, would you?" His eyes traveled to the other prisoner, the quiet one with the elven mix. "After all-" his eye sparkled in joy, nearly bouncing where he crouched. "The games have only just begun."
He sat back on his heels, still crouched with a dramatic sigh. The word the king had spoken. Feed. It was music to his ears. It gave him freedom enough to do as he wished. Even so- he wished to play. He wished to wait. An eyebrow raised at the prisoners, an earsplitting grin touching his eye.
"Run." He ordered at the prisoner.
Wherever you run to. I will find you. Let's play Hide and Seek.
The room was dark as Vasshiir crept through. He was inside a large home in the wealthy district of Bel Harem. The target was a captain of the guards who was causing trouble for a local thieves guild. The demon had been hired to kill the captain in exchange for a child taken from the academy. A soul for a soul was always his deal though not every soul was equal to another. This was a relatively easy kill so the soul of a child prodigy was a fair deal.
The captain had guards all over the house, five to be exact. Vasshiir's contractor must have sent out several assassins that had failed at all times because the guards seemed to be quite seasoned. He thought of a soul trap to place on his short sword. He waited behind a corner until two patrolling guards had there back to him. With muffled feet he quickly ran to the first one, slicing the man's head clean off, and then stabbed the other in the neck. He moved quickly up the stairs to execute another guard who was guarding the captain by throwing the sword at his gut. The assassin reassembled his bow and notched an arrow. He opened the door to see a startled captain but shot his target before the man could move to get a weapon. He cut the corpses head off.
Vasshiir left thought the window and continued to run to his destination on the rooftops. There were guards on the streets but no up there. After ten minutes of running he reached the rendevu point. He tossed the head to the thief with the child and the thief handed over the child. The demon snapped the young boys neck and absorbed the magical soul.
The captain had guards all over the house, five to be exact. Vasshiir's contractor must have sent out several assassins that had failed at all times because the guards seemed to be quite seasoned. He thought of a soul trap to place on his short sword. He waited behind a corner until two patrolling guards had there back to him. With muffled feet he quickly ran to the first one, slicing the man's head clean off, and then stabbed the other in the neck. He moved quickly up the stairs to execute another guard who was guarding the captain by throwing the sword at his gut. The assassin reassembled his bow and notched an arrow. He opened the door to see a startled captain but shot his target before the man could move to get a weapon. He cut the corpses head off.
Vasshiir left thought the window and continued to run to his destination on the rooftops. There were guards on the streets but no up there. After ten minutes of running he reached the rendevu point. He tossed the head to the thief with the child and the thief handed over the child. The demon snapped the young boys neck and absorbed the magical soul.
Asher walked around Black City, his hood up and robe on. Every weapon in his personage was concealed, including his unlimited supply of magical exploding tags. He looked around, cautiously as he went through the crowd of people in the market. Usually, the market would be so lively, with kids running around and playing some kind of game that they made up. However, this is Black City. You don't have that kind of things happening here. Asher noticed the conditions of each and every building. He noticed the poor and the starving, the crying, the mourning, everything. Man... This one has really got to go. No doubt the worst person I have ever challanged yet. Asher thought.
This was probably his sixth rebellion he is planning. So far, Asher had every rebelliong successful, and every country that was freed, courtesy of The Voice of Treason, developed a new and improved government, or a better monarch. Not one of the five previous kingdoms and empires had their citizens suffer to this extent. Asher sighed. "What a horrible, horrible man..."
Suddenly, Asher felt something dark and sinister call and attract something... Or someone. Then, Asher sensed a very powerful magical aura, or maybe two, from under him. Woah.... What is this? Two signs in a row? I HAVE to get down there, wherever "there" is. Asher thought. He looked around more, trying to find SOME kind of entrance underground. However, there wasn't. How am I gonna get "there" is also a good question.... Crap.
This was probably his sixth rebellion he is planning. So far, Asher had every rebelliong successful, and every country that was freed, courtesy of The Voice of Treason, developed a new and improved government, or a better monarch. Not one of the five previous kingdoms and empires had their citizens suffer to this extent. Asher sighed. "What a horrible, horrible man..."
Suddenly, Asher felt something dark and sinister call and attract something... Or someone. Then, Asher sensed a very powerful magical aura, or maybe two, from under him. Woah.... What is this? Two signs in a row? I HAVE to get down there, wherever "there" is. Asher thought. He looked around more, trying to find SOME kind of entrance underground. However, there wasn't. How am I gonna get "there" is also a good question.... Crap.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Touche king. Touche. But no worries. I'll have you yet." She smiled watching his acts with boredom and then she turned to the male and laughed as he spit calling her a mutt only amused her more. "Atleast I havent let myself become domesticated and go about kissing the ass of some king. And so what if I'm a half breed... I'm not the monster you or anyone else wants me to be so I'm neither man nor beast. I'm something new entirely, with my own set of rules. I'm Kayo. Boo." She says her eyes narrowed and her canines showing, her lips curled backwards in a snarl. "Run, he says? How distasteful. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" She asks him. "Common now I didn't come here to be insulted, my pet." She told him her eyes glowing a deep blood red at this point. "But I suppose the game of Fight and die can come next." With that she turned swiftly around and bolted running off quickly. She ended up in some city and as she ran she rammed into a males chest and fell backwards. She looked up and blinked. He was handsome and held a way about him that instantly attracted her to him but she shook this off and looked around for anything..any place. With that she stood up and bolted again running quickly as fast as she could. She would continue running until she reached a forest and with that she ran to the thicker parts of the forest ran through a lake and then continued running. She continued running as fast as she could pushing herself to continue on though she was weery and she felt as though she had been running for several days though it was only several hours. But even as such she couldnt stop. Wouldnt stop. She had to keep going. Had to.
Sitting on a tree branch, a fair-skinned elf with blond hair watched as two deerlings pranced about, content to eat the green grass of the plains. He whistled a tune, sharpening the blade of his axe with a whetstone. As the sun began its fall, Joph noticed another crowd of workers were making their way from Black City, looming in the distance, towards the forest. They were hauling more woodcutting equipment.
Narrowing his eyes, Joph began sharpening his axe with increased vigour, the deer leaving his sight and his mind.
***
As night fell, Joph heard the hustle and bustle of the work camp. They had set up outside the woods and were most likely planning to start leveling trees the next morning.
Joph, high in one of the trees, watched patiently as a few of the men were sent into the forest to collect wood. That was his cue. Drawing his crossbow slowly, he notched a bolt, drawing it back. Aiming precisely at the back of one man's head as he disappeared from his fellow worker's field of view, Joph dropped him with a single arrow. He barely gurgled before he hit the ground, dead.
Making his way down the tree, Joph moved on to the next. It was gruesome work, but it had to be done. Felling all four wood-gatherers quickly and efficiently, he made his way towards the camp itself.
It seemed there were only eight other men, all woodworkers, none armed.
Prancing forward, Joph drew his axe, striding directly towards the camp. Four of the men sitting around the empty fire pit rose to meet him, reaching for makeshift weapons of their own. Two others emerged from the tents, watching from a distance. The final two watched from afar, unsure of how to react to his presence.
One whispered to his buddy. Joph barely caught it, but it was something about Joph being a prettyboy and not looking too bad for a male elf.
He died first. Whirling before they could rebuttal, Joph sliced the two righter men apart with a diagonal slash. Bringing the axe back across his body, he felled the third. The fourth barely had time to swing his weapon before he, too, fell-- this time to a small knife Joph had thrown. Turning towards the other four men, who had time to ready themselves for combat, he twirled his axe.
The elf, though small, was intimidating indeed. Two of the men rushed him, swinging their club and axe. He nimbly jumped back, avoiding the awkward lunges. Retaliating while they were off-balance, he beheaded one with a swift left-to-right strike. The other swung again, catching Joph's side with his club as Joph spun to brace for the hit. Continuing his spin, Joph slammed his axe into the neck and shoulder of the man in retaliation, killing him as well.
The last two turned tail to run, but were swiftly cut down by a flurry of wooden crossbow bolts.
Retrieving his weapons and cleaning the blood from them, Joph sighed. He hated killing, hated battle.
But he had to protect his beloved home. Any who threatened it had to die.
Narrowing his eyes, Joph began sharpening his axe with increased vigour, the deer leaving his sight and his mind.
***
As night fell, Joph heard the hustle and bustle of the work camp. They had set up outside the woods and were most likely planning to start leveling trees the next morning.
Joph, high in one of the trees, watched patiently as a few of the men were sent into the forest to collect wood. That was his cue. Drawing his crossbow slowly, he notched a bolt, drawing it back. Aiming precisely at the back of one man's head as he disappeared from his fellow worker's field of view, Joph dropped him with a single arrow. He barely gurgled before he hit the ground, dead.
Making his way down the tree, Joph moved on to the next. It was gruesome work, but it had to be done. Felling all four wood-gatherers quickly and efficiently, he made his way towards the camp itself.
It seemed there were only eight other men, all woodworkers, none armed.
Prancing forward, Joph drew his axe, striding directly towards the camp. Four of the men sitting around the empty fire pit rose to meet him, reaching for makeshift weapons of their own. Two others emerged from the tents, watching from a distance. The final two watched from afar, unsure of how to react to his presence.
One whispered to his buddy. Joph barely caught it, but it was something about Joph being a prettyboy and not looking too bad for a male elf.
He died first. Whirling before they could rebuttal, Joph sliced the two righter men apart with a diagonal slash. Bringing the axe back across his body, he felled the third. The fourth barely had time to swing his weapon before he, too, fell-- this time to a small knife Joph had thrown. Turning towards the other four men, who had time to ready themselves for combat, he twirled his axe.
The elf, though small, was intimidating indeed. Two of the men rushed him, swinging their club and axe. He nimbly jumped back, avoiding the awkward lunges. Retaliating while they were off-balance, he beheaded one with a swift left-to-right strike. The other swung again, catching Joph's side with his club as Joph spun to brace for the hit. Continuing his spin, Joph slammed his axe into the neck and shoulder of the man in retaliation, killing him as well.
The last two turned tail to run, but were swiftly cut down by a flurry of wooden crossbow bolts.
Retrieving his weapons and cleaning the blood from them, Joph sighed. He hated killing, hated battle.
But he had to protect his beloved home. Any who threatened it had to die.
Anira’s eyes narrowed as she watched the scene before her unfold. Damnit! Damn it all! Bloody foolish, idiot woman! She continued to watch in silence as the worst events possible began to unfold. Her gaze left the King only once, to examine the demon he had called. His little pet. She’d never had the pleasure of meeting him in person, but she had heard the stories. She went back to watching the king, ignoring her disgust over the woman who thought she could best him. She had little doubt that he would find a way to rid his body of the poison, so she was thoroughly unsurprised when he outsmarted the woman anyway.
"Feed. Relish the hunt but leave the half elf." Anira’s eyes widened slightly. So, he would spare her once again. The corner of her lips twitched, a movement that none would have noticed but was the equivalent of her breaking into a wide smile. Your mistake. She looked around as a darkness settled over the room. She would wait. Patience. The King may have told this demon to leave her alone, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t have his fun anyway. She shuddered under the gaze of that red eye, but she stayed where she was, leaning lazily against the bars of her cell.
At last, when the idiot woman took off running, Anira unlocked her cell door and sprinted for the wall where the key to her shackles hung, her arms outstretched as she felt through the darkness. The stench of death threatened to overwhelm her as she grabbed the key and dropped it, then slunk down to her knees to fumble around for it. The key found at last, she unlocked the shackles and let them drop from her wrists. The magic flooded back into her in an overwhelming rush, and Anira didn’t hesitate to react. Hands held out at her side, she drew on her magic and began to tear down the walls and ceiling around her.
As the dungeons began to collapse inward, Anira turned and took off running, the other woman long forgotten. She plowed through two guards that had come running to the King’s aid at the sound of the stones falling, throwing them aside with her magic. It was glorious, exhilarating to have the use of her magic back. She scooped up her armor and weapons, working to throw the pieces on as she ran. At last, the armor was on, not perfectly adjusted, but it wouldn’t get lost, at the least, and she drew her knives, ready to fight her way to freedom.
"Feed. Relish the hunt but leave the half elf." Anira’s eyes widened slightly. So, he would spare her once again. The corner of her lips twitched, a movement that none would have noticed but was the equivalent of her breaking into a wide smile. Your mistake. She looked around as a darkness settled over the room. She would wait. Patience. The King may have told this demon to leave her alone, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t have his fun anyway. She shuddered under the gaze of that red eye, but she stayed where she was, leaning lazily against the bars of her cell.
At last, when the idiot woman took off running, Anira unlocked her cell door and sprinted for the wall where the key to her shackles hung, her arms outstretched as she felt through the darkness. The stench of death threatened to overwhelm her as she grabbed the key and dropped it, then slunk down to her knees to fumble around for it. The key found at last, she unlocked the shackles and let them drop from her wrists. The magic flooded back into her in an overwhelming rush, and Anira didn’t hesitate to react. Hands held out at her side, she drew on her magic and began to tear down the walls and ceiling around her.
As the dungeons began to collapse inward, Anira turned and took off running, the other woman long forgotten. She plowed through two guards that had come running to the King’s aid at the sound of the stones falling, throwing them aside with her magic. It was glorious, exhilarating to have the use of her magic back. She scooped up her armor and weapons, working to throw the pieces on as she ran. At last, the armor was on, not perfectly adjusted, but it wouldn’t get lost, at the least, and she drew her knives, ready to fight her way to freedom.
Sithe continued to crouch, watching in amusement with a light tilt of his head when the foolish half demon sprinted from the chamber. He couldn't help but laugh at her words. She was an amusing little girl and his pearly white teeth glimmered in the torchlight. He ran a sharp tongue along each edge of razor teeth. Of course it was just like a half breed to throw words around and then run. Even if a side of him was a bit insulted that she had not stayed long enough to hear a response. Perhaps she was not worth his insults.
She had run. But wasn't that exactly what he had wanted? An escaped little monster who needed to be hunted. It made his blood boil with the thrill and he allowed himself to stand back up, relaxing against the cave wall.
Even so...
As interesting as going after her would be, the elven woman still sat quietly in her cell. She had not made a move. Had not said a word. And for the first time in a hundred years his curiosity had been spiked. It was never the loud and rowdy ones that you needed to watch. It was those who crowded in the dark. The ones you forgot about until a moment too late. From the railing where he stood, he watched her turn her eyes his way and what he saw there was familiarity. She knew who he was, if only what he was, and he knew her as well. Prey. The hunter and the victim.
This was something worth waiting for.
He turned from the prison, stalking out into the hallway with eyes sharp as knives. He left the front doors of the castle, crouching down on the marble steps that led off into the night. It was there he waited. Even as he heard the crumble of the prison inside and the cry of petty human guards, he lay still, eye never leaving the castle doors.
He was always ready to make new friends.
She had run. But wasn't that exactly what he had wanted? An escaped little monster who needed to be hunted. It made his blood boil with the thrill and he allowed himself to stand back up, relaxing against the cave wall.
Even so...
As interesting as going after her would be, the elven woman still sat quietly in her cell. She had not made a move. Had not said a word. And for the first time in a hundred years his curiosity had been spiked. It was never the loud and rowdy ones that you needed to watch. It was those who crowded in the dark. The ones you forgot about until a moment too late. From the railing where he stood, he watched her turn her eyes his way and what he saw there was familiarity. She knew who he was, if only what he was, and he knew her as well. Prey. The hunter and the victim.
This was something worth waiting for.
He turned from the prison, stalking out into the hallway with eyes sharp as knives. He left the front doors of the castle, crouching down on the marble steps that led off into the night. It was there he waited. Even as he heard the crumble of the prison inside and the cry of petty human guards, he lay still, eye never leaving the castle doors.
He was always ready to make new friends.
Asher was walking around until.... SLAM! "Oof!" Asher grunted as he hit the ground. He looked at the person who bumped into him and saw that it was a girl. She looked up simulatenously and blinked. "Woah." Asher muttered. The girl was... Attractive. Like, REALLY attractive. Asher blinked as well.
However, before he could say anything else, the girl bolted off again. Asher stood up quickly and ran after her. "Wait!" He called out. The girl ran fast, going into a forest, past a lake, and this continued for several hours until Asher got too impatient, which was a rare moment in his life. Asher put his hand out and froze the area in front of the girl. "Wait... A moment... Miss...." Asher huffed. "Damn... That was tiring..." He fell down and coughed a little. His muscles were burning from all that running, and his lungs ached for air.
However, before he could say anything else, the girl bolted off again. Asher stood up quickly and ran after her. "Wait!" He called out. The girl ran fast, going into a forest, past a lake, and this continued for several hours until Asher got too impatient, which was a rare moment in his life. Asher put his hand out and froze the area in front of the girl. "Wait... A moment... Miss...." Asher huffed. "Damn... That was tiring..." He fell down and coughed a little. His muscles were burning from all that running, and his lungs ached for air.
Anira had understood the look that she’d seen in that evil eye. While his master may have said to leave her alone, the pet would do as he liked. And he liked to kill. What demon didn’t? That would prove a challenge, one she wasn’t looking forward to. She made her way up out of the dungeons, plowing through the many guards with her magic where she could, fighting them with her blades when she had to. This escape was requiring her to kill many more of Aievol’s men than she had before. With a satisfied smirk on her lips, she wondered how he would feel about it. She couldn’t allow herself to get caught this time and find out.
At last, Anira had reached the castle doors, bruised, bloodied, sweaty, and out of breath, but still on the move. Her chest heaved slightly as she slid to a stop in the cool night air. She paused, head swiveling, looking for the demon. He would be on her trail now. She was sure of that. She’d seen it in his eyes. The half-breed began to slowly descend the stairs, aware of the sounds of guards scrambling all around her. But it wasn’t them she was worried about.
“Where are you, pet?” she called out softly, listening for him as she twisted her blades through the air. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she stayed on her toes, listening for the soft shuffle of clothing, feeling for the change in the air that meant someone was using magic, looking for the movements of a shadow all around her. “You know, your master would not be too happy with you coming after me,” she continued, clicking her tongue into the night.
At last, Anira had reached the castle doors, bruised, bloodied, sweaty, and out of breath, but still on the move. Her chest heaved slightly as she slid to a stop in the cool night air. She paused, head swiveling, looking for the demon. He would be on her trail now. She was sure of that. She’d seen it in his eyes. The half-breed began to slowly descend the stairs, aware of the sounds of guards scrambling all around her. But it wasn’t them she was worried about.
“Where are you, pet?” she called out softly, listening for him as she twisted her blades through the air. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she stayed on her toes, listening for the soft shuffle of clothing, feeling for the change in the air that meant someone was using magic, looking for the movements of a shadow all around her. “You know, your master would not be too happy with you coming after me,” she continued, clicking her tongue into the night.
Soon Renys was alone. The illusion fading as the walls returned and the air cleared. Stepping from outside the dungeon into the courtyard of his keep, plans started to form in his head. Many assortments of plans, decrees to make, spies to root out. A meeting with nobility would need to be called. That would have to wait. For now he would have to rally the guards to find two escaped prisoners. A common routine now, something the guard was used to. Marching into his keep he shouted for all to hear. "Listen up men! We have two escaped prisoners! A dark haired assassin and our usual fugitive Anira! Rally up!" With that guards started to scramble, donning armor and weapons, marching out of the keep with several heading straight for the woods. Ascending the stairs Renys reached the armory, his armor facing him as he opened the door.
The heavy feel of steel plate enveloped Renys, helm covering the last vestige of his identity. He descended and left his keep in haste, his blade at his side as he strode through the market. Several side alleys hiding pickpockets and criminals. He had to focus, no time to waste on the city. He saw the poverty and sickness that ravaged the street. Focus. As long as there are fugitives out there then there will be no peace. His stride quickened, his senses heightened, nothing to deter him.
The heavy feel of steel plate enveloped Renys, helm covering the last vestige of his identity. He descended and left his keep in haste, his blade at his side as he strode through the market. Several side alleys hiding pickpockets and criminals. He had to focus, no time to waste on the city. He saw the poverty and sickness that ravaged the street. Focus. As long as there are fugitives out there then there will be no peace. His stride quickened, his senses heightened, nothing to deter him.
Kayo looked around at the frozen area. She placed her hand on the ice as if thinking it to be a illusion. She smiled a genuine smile it was not something she had done in a very long time. Her blue eyes shimmering with awe and curiosity and wonder like that of a child. Wait... A moment... Miss...." Asher huffed. "Damn... That was tiring..." He fell down and coughed a little. She blinked and turned swiftly around to see the same attractive male from before and blinks and walked towards him. She sniffed the air a bit not smelling the creature around she relaxed a bit. "Oh, I thought I heard someone following me." She said to him as she listened to his breathing which had escalated. "Your fast for a mortal." She admitted. "You okay? Sorry I bumped into you." She said. She wasn't breathing heavily in the least. Though her muscles ached something awful and begged her to just rest. Something about this male calmed her. It was something in his eyes..it made her feet she could trust him and his essence beckoned her to let down her guard. She sensed no ill will or lust towards her like she had from most other males and as such she treated him with a slight kindness marking it off as her curiosity at him nothing more.
Asher coughed a little more before he forced himself to sit up. "I... *cough* am sorry for chasing you all the way... " Asher coughed a little, but then it stopped. "Anyway... You looked like you were running from something... or someone... Do you need any help...?" Asher then lowered the temperature in his body in order to cool himself down until he got back to normal body temperature. He then stood up and sighed.
"And it's alright that you bumped into me."After that sentence, Asher glared at the girl in front of him. "By the way, what do you mean, mortal?" His right eye started to glow crimson, an apparent sign which meant that Asher is preparing himself for anything that might happen.
"And it's alright that you bumped into me."After that sentence, Asher glared at the girl in front of him. "By the way, what do you mean, mortal?" His right eye started to glow crimson, an apparent sign which meant that Asher is preparing himself for anything that might happen.
She shrugged with a bored expression. "King's pet and the King wants my death." She laughed a bit. "The outcome will be the opposite." She assured him. As he stood up Kayo tried to follow his movements halfway up she fell to her knees. Her leg muscles no longer strong able to support her and felt like jelly. "Well...I admit I was not expecting that..." She thought outloud her linx ears bending backwards in a mix of disapproval, frustration, and worry. "By the way, what do you mean, mortal?" His right eye started to glow crimson, She looked up at him and smiled more at this point even more intrigued now her canines showing in her smile. Her eyes shifted to a blood red and glowed at this point. "Well you really are full of surprises aren't you. I'm Kayo Akane Shinjitsu" She said.
Sithe watched as the girl stumbled from the castle. The guards had made it so easy for him. He could hear her labored breath as soon as she had started up the last set of stairs to the front gate. He tisked lightly, watching her from his crouched position to the left of the staircase. In the night- he would prove a threat to her. While exhaustion took a toll on her, it would not even be a challenge.
"I have no master. Only people I have agreed not to hunt. And personally? I am not going anywhere, my dear." Sithe said smoothly from his spot in the dark. He knew his voice would give him away, shifting to his shadow form and traveling to the roof of the castle behind her where he continued softly. "But I'm curious as to where you think you're off to?" He shifted once more, appearing right at her side but just out of arms reach. In the dark he was at his most powerful. It was right here in this moment he felt untouchable. His red eye shifted. As soon as the light hit he would be just another demon. right then, he was a nightmare.
"Tell me, dearest. What good is fighting when we both know you..." He licked his sharp teeth, a flash of pearly whites in the darkness, "...will die."
He took a step closer, a blackness growing underneath his footsteps as if he traveled through black waters, leaning close to her and looking her deep in the eyes. She was so strong. So brave. But she was tired from the fight from the prison. How long would she last hand to hand with him? A smirk touched his thin lips.
"Yes." He hissed breathlessly, eye shining. "You will die."
"I have no master. Only people I have agreed not to hunt. And personally? I am not going anywhere, my dear." Sithe said smoothly from his spot in the dark. He knew his voice would give him away, shifting to his shadow form and traveling to the roof of the castle behind her where he continued softly. "But I'm curious as to where you think you're off to?" He shifted once more, appearing right at her side but just out of arms reach. In the dark he was at his most powerful. It was right here in this moment he felt untouchable. His red eye shifted. As soon as the light hit he would be just another demon. right then, he was a nightmare.
"Tell me, dearest. What good is fighting when we both know you..." He licked his sharp teeth, a flash of pearly whites in the darkness, "...will die."
He took a step closer, a blackness growing underneath his footsteps as if he traveled through black waters, leaning close to her and looking her deep in the eyes. She was so strong. So brave. But she was tired from the fight from the prison. How long would she last hand to hand with him? A smirk touched his thin lips.
"Yes." He hissed breathlessly, eye shining. "You will die."
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Sirus Draigo
"Sleep this night away. This wretched knight walks among you."
Miorie Frostfall
"Go on, say I'm cute one more time...And I'll cut you in half."
Nicholas Partij
"For years I have wandered the desert plains. My only companions are the ever-burning sun, the ever-howling winds, and the ever-whispering spirits."
Sithe Hart
"Open your eyes and tell me what you see. Do you see death?"
Joh'fellnen (Joph)
Joph, elven warrior. Loves nature, hates people who ruin it. Usually in high spirits.
Asher Evans
"Wanna know why I am known as the 'Voice of Treason'? Find out after I haul your butt out of this palace."
Pyrian Fenris
Wolves hunt in packs, bringing down foes far stronger an individual. Yet the wolf that hunts alone must achieve the same by his own might or perish in the truth that he is at fault.
Renys Aievol
"They would brand me a tyrant and yet they would rule no better in my place. I say let them try and take my throne; I will fight them until my dying breath."
Anira Eden
One day I will be the cause of His death.
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Pyrian Fenris
Wolves hunt in packs, bringing down foes far stronger an individual. Yet the wolf that hunts alone must achieve the same by his own might or perish in the truth that he is at fault.
Anira Eden
One day I will be the cause of His death.
Joh'fellnen (Joph)
Joph, elven warrior. Loves nature, hates people who ruin it. Usually in high spirits.
Nicholas Partij
"For years I have wandered the desert plains. My only companions are the ever-burning sun, the ever-howling winds, and the ever-whispering spirits."
Sirus Draigo
"Sleep this night away. This wretched knight walks among you."
Miorie Frostfall
"Go on, say I'm cute one more time...And I'll cut you in half."
Sithe Hart
"Open your eyes and tell me what you see. Do you see death?"
Renys Aievol
"They would brand me a tyrant and yet they would rule no better in my place. I say let them try and take my throne; I will fight them until my dying breath."
Asher Evans
"Wanna know why I am known as the 'Voice of Treason'? Find out after I haul your butt out of this palace."
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Joh'fellnen (Joph)
Joph, elven warrior. Loves nature, hates people who ruin it. Usually in high spirits.
Pyrian Fenris
Wolves hunt in packs, bringing down foes far stronger an individual. Yet the wolf that hunts alone must achieve the same by his own might or perish in the truth that he is at fault.
Asher Evans
"Wanna know why I am known as the 'Voice of Treason'? Find out after I haul your butt out of this palace."
Anira Eden
One day I will be the cause of His death.
Sirus Draigo
"Sleep this night away. This wretched knight walks among you."
Sithe Hart
"Open your eyes and tell me what you see. Do you see death?"
Renys Aievol
"They would brand me a tyrant and yet they would rule no better in my place. I say let them try and take my throne; I will fight them until my dying breath."
Miorie Frostfall
"Go on, say I'm cute one more time...And I'll cut you in half."
Nicholas Partij
"For years I have wandered the desert plains. My only companions are the ever-burning sun, the ever-howling winds, and the ever-whispering spirits."
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Re: Perhaedian Empire
That's unfortunate. :\
Oh, awesome! Archery always seemed like a fun thing to get into. How is it?
Oh, awesome! Archery always seemed like a fun thing to get into. How is it?
Re: Perhaedian Empire
Naw, I think we're officially done.
On a fun side note: I picked up archery since my last post! I shoot a recurve, and I named him Frost!! :)
On a fun side note: I picked up archery since my last post! I shoot a recurve, and I named him Frost!! :)
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Don't worry templar, I am currently going through a bad bout of depression, panic attacks etc. So I can empathise to some extent. Hope things improve for you :)
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I'm sorry, I had real life emotional breakdowns and drama etc. Sort of distracting me from writing unfortunately.
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I'm still here, I haven't posted as no one else seemed to be posting. But I check this rp every day. Though it does look like its dead.
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It was a pretty good last-post, but probably needed an explosion or two to be complete. :P
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I think we're the only ones left Em, everyone else jumped ship.
Shit, if I knew Miorie's post would have been the last one I would have made it epic.
Shit, if I knew Miorie's post would have been the last one I would have made it epic.
Re: Perhaedian Empire
I'll get a post up in the morning. Anira will get rid of Kayo and we'll move on.
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I'm waiting for everyone else to post 'cause Joph doesn't really have much to say or do at this moment in time.
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Seems like we are moving at a snails pace, youre best Rping to catch up or get with Pyros's character. At this rate we might finally get to Ma'el at the end of Spring.
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Hey hey hey all. I know I've been a bit absent from the rp but with midterms out of the way I am able to focus more here. And yes, a new guy running about who I have quite a few plans for. Oh what a fun little web I'll weave for him. I planned for him to be in one of the king's patrols, scouting out a recent forest fire and generally being a loyal little soldier. Anyone want to spitball a few ideas for Sirus let me know.
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Hey guys, just letting you know I am still here but I have been unwell so sorry for not posting. Rowan is following Anira because she hopes (a small hope) that she will be able to get revenge on the King and his men. Though she won't necessarily admit to that openly lol
Re: Perhaedian Empire
For the record, TOS states that we can't force reactions onto other characters.
Basically it formulates to:
OKAY: Miorie sent a death glare to Joph. Her glare meant to send shivers down his spine.
NOT: Miorie sent a death glare to Joph, her glare sent direct shiver down his spine.
It's quite the fine line, and very hard to be mindful of. However, I don't see what the big deal was, it's wasnt a full blown God-mod post (picked her up, slammed her down, she could feel all her ribs breaking, and then she DIED) If I were to go through all our posts, I'm sure I could find that ALL of us have put "forced" reactions/feels onto other characters. To say the least, Kayo's character post and quite a few of them. It's like the kettle calling the pot black. But I think it's a loss we can very easily recover from.
Moving on,I say tie off all the loose ends, with no chances of the character coming back. Cut her loose, and if nobody in the group wants to kill her, I'll have a patrol do it.
From what gathered there some serious bad blood between Kayo's character and Pyrian and Anira. If one you guys wanna finish the job, that would make some sense. Other wise, the patrols will have at it and I can type it up. Unless someone would like to do something different?
Huzzah on the new character!!! What does Incarnate have planned for him? We can totally set him up with Pyro's character. How exciting!
Basically it formulates to:
OKAY: Miorie sent a death glare to Joph. Her glare meant to send shivers down his spine.
NOT: Miorie sent a death glare to Joph, her glare sent direct shiver down his spine.
It's quite the fine line, and very hard to be mindful of. However, I don't see what the big deal was, it's wasnt a full blown God-mod post (picked her up, slammed her down, she could feel all her ribs breaking, and then she DIED) If I were to go through all our posts, I'm sure I could find that ALL of us have put "forced" reactions/feels onto other characters. To say the least, Kayo's character post and quite a few of them. It's like the kettle calling the pot black. But I think it's a loss we can very easily recover from.
Moving on,I say tie off all the loose ends, with no chances of the character coming back. Cut her loose, and if nobody in the group wants to kill her, I'll have a patrol do it.
From what gathered there some serious bad blood between Kayo's character and Pyrian and Anira. If one you guys wanna finish the job, that would make some sense. Other wise, the patrols will have at it and I can type it up. Unless someone would like to do something different?
Huzzah on the new character!!! What does Incarnate have planned for him? We can totally set him up with Pyro's character. How exciting!
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Well... was that god modding? Really? Hm. I didn't think so... Sorry, but I mean, Anira wasn't about to just let her go galavanting off through the forest willy nilly. That was my character being who she is.
Anyway. Um how about if... Perhaps Miorie or Joph signal the nearest patrol and have them lead her out of the forest? She can't just be left behind in the middle of the forest. Then.. well, Sithe or whoever is welcome to have at her, if you like. That, or perhaps I can write her up as breaking out of Anira's grasp and making a run for it, and someone shoots her with an arrow or something. Ideas?
If you would like to discuss how they'd interact, that's great!
As far as Anira is concerned, she has welcomed the others into the group, but that's not to say she trusts them. She is starting to warm up a little bit to the idea of being surrounded by people and the fact that, as the leader, she is expected to have some kind of rapport with them. She isn't likely to just start up a cheery conversation with anyone, but if anyone was curious about her, she might answer some questions. Otherwise, she'll probably stick to herself, realizing that the others seem to have made friends among one another.
Hope that helps. Sorry I've been MIA lately. You guys are welcome to get one Skype (if you have it) and hollar at me if I haven't been around. I've been forgetful with school and stuff, but I'm pretty much always logged in on Skype.
Edit: Also, look out. We've got a new guy on the loose. http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/perhaedian-empire/characters/sirus-draigo
Anyway. Um how about if... Perhaps Miorie or Joph signal the nearest patrol and have them lead her out of the forest? She can't just be left behind in the middle of the forest. Then.. well, Sithe or whoever is welcome to have at her, if you like. That, or perhaps I can write her up as breaking out of Anira's grasp and making a run for it, and someone shoots her with an arrow or something. Ideas?
If you would like to discuss how they'd interact, that's great!
As far as Anira is concerned, she has welcomed the others into the group, but that's not to say she trusts them. She is starting to warm up a little bit to the idea of being surrounded by people and the fact that, as the leader, she is expected to have some kind of rapport with them. She isn't likely to just start up a cheery conversation with anyone, but if anyone was curious about her, she might answer some questions. Otherwise, she'll probably stick to herself, realizing that the others seem to have made friends among one another.
Hope that helps. Sorry I've been MIA lately. You guys are welcome to get one Skype (if you have it) and hollar at me if I haven't been around. I've been forgetful with school and stuff, but I'm pretty much always logged in on Skype.
Edit: Also, look out. We've got a new guy on the loose. http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/perhaedian-empire/characters/sirus-draigo
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I suppose so, not much else we can do.Other than dislike the character enough to leave her behind and never see her again.