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Current "Yeah I've been dancin' with the devil, I love that he pretends to care." MARINA, Forget
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"It is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver." Machiavelli
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5 yrs ago
Bet you thought I was dead, BITXH!?
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I'm STILL alive!
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"A true dragon knows no fear."

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Aruk and Crystal wandered for a while through the forest, unsure of where their things went.
"I bet those Elves took our stuff!" Crystal accused fiercely. Aruk sighed as he rounded a hollowed oak stump, and revealed the spot where their supplies were nestled in secret. He glanced at Crystal, who glanced back at him blankly. She then pouted. "They hid them there! Elven scum!" She went on. Aruk chuckled and pet Crystal on the head lightly.
"You never cease to amuse me, little one." Aruk noted, before picking up their supplies.

Crystal just kept pouting.
"I'm just-- What do you mortals call it these days? Jumping on the bandwagon?" Crystal turned a phrase. Aruk raised a scaley eyebrow as he began to set off towards the fort once more.
"I suppose that is what we are doing now." Aruk agreed as they travelled the forest towards the fort. "The bandwagon is never without room for anyone who does not like Elves." He remarked as he looked towards the banners of the Empire. Crystal nodded and sat back on Aruk's shoulder as he made their way to the fort.
Aruk and Crystal simply watched as the naked satyr dispatched his foe with ease.

Once it was all over, the satyr did not even turn to acknowledge their presence, and right fully so.

Aruk sighed and turned the other way. Crystal looked at him incredulously.
"How rude! Turn away from us--!" She started to complain. Aruk shook his head.
"Crystal." He said sternly. He needn't say anything else.

Breaking away from the standard convention of calling her "Little one" was enough. Crystal hurumphed childishly and hid back inside the pauldron of solitude. Aruk was no happier than her, but only because he knew he didn't even deserve to give his thanks to the warrior for the salvation. Aruk instead turned his thoughts to finding their baggage, and without Crystal's help. The little lady had the grudge of a crow.
The nightmare was real. It shouldn't be, but it was. Earlier that morning, Aruk thought the worst enemy he would have to face off against was at the most a few genocidal elves, but apparently the All-Father thought otherwise.

Then again, Aruk wasn't facing the abomination. He was narrowly flicking his tail back and forth to avoid hell's claws at his backside, sweat breaking all over as one foot after the other landed upon forest ground. He could feel the wind shriek at his spines as the sharp blades raked at the air.

Crystal was holding on inside Aruk's pauldron, whimpering and crying every few moments that the abomination snarled after its prey. Aruk just kept running, not even aware anymore of where he was headed. He just knew he could not stop, even though his lungs and gut begged him to rest. He forced himself to run so far and so fast, he was going to die running rather than die stopping.

But if nothing else, he would rather die fighting.

Aruk was ready to give up on running, his mind set on turning right round and charging to his death, when a shadow lunged through the sky. Or rather it was the blur of a dark figure. Either way, Aruk was ready to turn and fight, and he slid slightly to a stop ready to duck the next blade to come at him. But it never did. Aruk watched with a mix of uncertainty and awe, as the abomination turned away from him and faced another opponent.

Aruk saw the long bleeding cut along the back of the monster, and on the other side of its angered heaving mass, was a--

"Is he naked?" Crystal wondered aloud in confusion. Aruk shrugged, trying not to pay any attention to that fact than he did to being grateful to the All-Father.
"Now... We fight." Aruk commented. But Crystal noticed how short of breath he was.
"No, Aruk!" She ordered in her cute little voice. Aruk glanced at her. "Take a break! I think the strange naked goat person can kill it." She commented, moving to sit down on his shoulder and relax.

Aruk slowly relaxed his stance, holding his halberd up and stepping out to the side. He did not say anything, since he knew Crystal was right about his lack of energy at the moment. However, he did not feel at all at ease letting the nude stranger take on the monster on his own, if it was really that bad that he had to run from it. He clenched his grip around his halberd slightly, watching the stranger do battle.
Aruk was running towards the sounds of battle, when it had finally died down and become cheering and celebrations. He paused for a moment, looking around the area around him and Crystal, halberd at the ready. There was a feeling... A bad feeling. Crystal popped out of her shelter and looked at Aruk.
"Why are we stopping?" She asked in bewilderment. Aruk stepped back slightly, looking through the trees at something, his left foot poised behind him in a stance as he lowered slightly.
"Hide, little one..." Aruk whispered, his eyes focused on the new enemy in order to hide the fear he felt inside.

Crystal pouted when suddenly a blood-chilling roar surged through the trees. Crystal quickly dived under the pauldron and held onto the interior. Aruk's eyes widened slightly and he dashed to the side as a monstrosity shot through the trees. The thing cared not for any branches or even oak trees that were in its way, and its sharp blades by the dozen sheared through wood and bark. Aruk slid across the forest floor slightly and made a swift turn, establishing his stance again and looking down his enemy. His inner fear was justified as he realized what he was up against.

As the monstrosity's bulk heaved with breath and inhuman life, many sharp objects were spread out all over its body. It looked as though Hell had forcefully mated a porcupine with... Something unholy that favoured blades for appendages. Even the hands and feet were just a set of knife-claws for each. Aruk could clearly see that nothing was safe from even a touch from this monster's blades, as the ground and undergrowth was torn up whilst the creature moved. Crystal peeked slightly, then shrank back in fear.

"R-Run... Aruk..." She shuddered. Aruk glanced at her briefly, then back at the monster.
"What, little one..?" He asked uncertainly. As he stared the monster returned his gaze with a harsh and piercing snarl, and Crystal squealed.
"It's a wrath abomination-- RUN ARUK!" She screamed in a high pitched voice. Aruk heeded her warning right at the moment the abomination roared once more and began pursue him. Aruk dodged back and forth through the trees, fearing for his life for the first time in a long while. The abomination relentlessly tried to catch the Argonian, tearing down trees that got in the way of its apparently direct path towards its next victim.
The sounds of battle in the near distance echoed through the winding corridors of Grimmvale's oak trees. But they were no further away from Aruk than the fight he now faced. The Valorfellan who was far from home drew his tested halberd, and then glanced to his shoulder. "Hold on, little one." Aruk murmured to his companion. The little Seraveen looked at Aruk with a smirk and nodded as she used his pauldron as a small shelter like she usually did, clutching her little bottle within. "Don't you worry about me, let 'em have it!" She cheered. Aruk smiled and then disciplined his expression in the next moment, snarling as he leaped out at the enemy through a hail of fire and lightning. "Kill the abomination!" The leader of the Eldar Sorcerors bellowed as they continued to skirmish with their spells. Aruk stepped quickly and easily upon ground that did not shift cunningly like the sands of his desert home, easily dodging every spell with no narrow but rather clear escape. The morale of the supremacist elves did not dimmer in the light of their ethnocentric rage, and Aruk was happy to oblige them the consequences of their morality. With a quick lunge and roar, Aruk moved into the center of the three mages and performed his signature execution, spinning with his halberd faster than the elves could think to cry out. A glimmer of a crescent was cast by faint strands of sunlight as the axehead cut cleanly through each sorcerer's neck cleanly in a single motion. Elven blood spurted and spilled from their bodies as they fell to their knees and to the ground. There they would fertilize the soil that would otherwise spurn them for the filth they truly were, as Aruk saw it. "Shizarr cruzz narsis... All-Father have mercy on your souls." Aruk murmured. Crystal poked her head out of his pauldron to look on them, and she simply tsked at the sight. "If they have any!" She retorted, before poking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry at the dead elves. Aruk smirked as he briskly brushed the few drops of blood his axehead drew from such a sudden cut. "That is a question I will not bother pondering. For now, we must move, and quickly, still." He noted. Crystal nodded and hid back in her shelter once more as Aruk kept his halberd ready whilst breaking into a jogging pace towards the sound of war.
Just in case it was unclear, approved characters are free to rock n' roll now.
Posted my dynamic duo. I'm going to enjoy this. <3
Name: Crystal Age: ??? Gender: Female Race: Grimmvale Seraveen Weapons: Her Flask. Or rather whatever she might be concocting inside it. Equipment: No Armor, only a leafy coat. Inventory: Nothing else. Just her flask. Aruk is the one who carries anything in their relationship. Appearance: Small as shown by her size, covered from thigh to her neck in a leafy coat that changes with the seasons. She is constantly carrying some potion or another in her arms. She has 6 leafy wings that she can use to hover in the air for a small while, before she has to settle on someone's shoulder or on the ground again. She Has a childish voice but doesn't like it when people don't take her seriously. Background: Crystal is a smaller Seraveen that has been around for a very long time. Asking her age probably won't get you a straight answer but you might be able to guess if she mentions things about her past, which she does tend to mention. She was born in Enthero but was struck by wanderlust, so she left to make her own way in the world, exploring and "helping" people with her potions, sometimes if they wanted too or not. During one of her more recent episodes of being helpful she might have accidentally helped some evil guys wipe out a village or five, but it wasn't her fault since she didn't know what the potions she was making were going to be used for. She's made a lot more friends and sometimes they'll even try the potions she makes with whatever's lying around willingly! Personality: Crystal is caring and kind, usually making helpful potions or using the odd bit of actual magic to help someone in need, though she likes to experiment she only does it with consent and tends to try not to kill people with her potions, but sometimes they just keel over. That tends to bug her but she just goes out and makes more friends, although the last ones she made left her a bit miffed about putting her in a prison, though she's still gregarious and friendly to people around her. Job: Alchemist Skills: Alchemy, Healing, Herblore Traits: Small, Gregarious, Clever, Helpful, Creative. Magic: Enough Healing and Nature Magic to get by. Talent: -- Keen Herblore :Crystal has a keen eye for all alchemical reagents that grow in the wild, and is also very knowledgeable of everything and anything they do, and more importantly, if they are safe to consume. Strengths: Being Small. Weaknesses: Being Small. Quote: "I wonder what this will do! Heehee!" Theme: Rikku's Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-tKGc8YAys) AFTERNOTE: All credits go to Crystal for the original character from Descendents of the New World
Name: Aruk Si-Rak Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Valorfellan Argonian Weapons: Iron Halberd, worn after many battles but still reliable and strong. Equipment: Iron Cuirass, Hide loincloth, light iron greaves, leather boots, leather bracers, golden crescent amulet, potion belt, leather backpack. Inventory: Survival Supplies, Hatchet, Healing Potions x3, Food Rations x5, Hide Waterskin, Coinpurse, Journal, Charcoal, Iron Dagger, Appearance: Standing slightly shorter than other Valorfellan Argonians his age, Aruk's scale colour is black mixed with crimson, especially over his face to give a 'bloody face' effect. He is relatively fit, having a slightly muscular build and athletic body. His head is adorned with spikes and horns that aren't curved, and his eyes are a fierce amber brown. He usually wears an iron cuirass, but wears hide tapered like long loincloth and wears leather boots and bracers. Around his neck is a gold crescent amulet on a steel chain he always wears, and Aruk always has his iron halberd close to him wherever he goes. Background: Aruk Si-Rak grew up in the nomadic life all Valorfellan Argonians know. His father was one of the many warriors that protected Akethari, and his mother was a huntress. Beside Aruk was his twin brother, Taluk. Each day wasn't to be wasted, Aruk was taught, and each day he and his brother were put to work from an early age, learning the hardship they would have to face to grow stronger. Years go on as the city of Akethari moved across the dunes of the Southern Deserts, and Aruk and Taluk begin to take on more tasks. They both becomes apprentices to their father, and Aruk begins to practice with his weapon of choice, the Halberd, whilst Taluk practiced with the Spear. Eventually, after years of rigorous tasks, exercise and training, the twin brothers are disciplined and broken into strong warriors. But instead of staying with the city, Aruk struck out on his own and left for the wide world, becoming a travelling mercenery. He left behind his family without a goodbye. But Aruk still keeps his memories of his family with him. A gold crescent amulet that was one half of the moon amulet he and his brother shared, given by their parents. It was only 2 months since he left his people that he met a Seraveen named Crystal. The Dominion had conquered half of south Euraiya, and he had been ambushed by a Dominion patrol. Crystal found Aruk after he had slaughtered the genocidal patrol, mortally wounded and close to death in the Grimmvale forests. She saved him, and formed a close bond with the Argonian. They both shared a passion for wanderlust, and together became a sort of dynamic duo. Crystal needed someone to protect her from beasts and people's unaware footsteps, and Aruk was indebted to her for saving his life. Ever since then, the two have wandered out of and into the wartorn lands, helping whoever was in need and sometimes even for free. Now the two find themselves in Grimmvale as the rumoured Tiberius Azklan begins his campaign to free the Empire. Personality: Quiet, but not shy, Aruk is hard to make conversation with, but he is fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy of his loyalty. He makes friends through comradeship most of the time, but seldom makes them through normal means. He can enjoy a good laugh occasionally, but takes his job seriously when it comes to working for others. Job: Mercenary Skills: Survival Skills, Advanced Combat Training, Halberd Training, Armour and Weapon Repair Traits: Strong, Swift, Skilled, Experienced, Disciplined, Honourable, Merciful Magic: None. Talent: -- Si-Rak Crescent : Aruk wields his Halberd in a certain way, and has been inspired by the Crescent Shape. His own special Si-Rak Crescent is a sudden swipe with his halberd that is so subtle and swift that it leaves a glimmer that forms the shape of a Crescent Moon. Apart from looking shiny, the Si-Rak Crescent is useful for sweeping enemies out of Aruk's path, and can kill foes wearing inadequate armor to save them from the axehead. Strengths: His discipline and honour as an Akethari Warrior, Aruk will spare a foe more often than not. He is a skilled warrior, and years of training and plenty of time facing real foes have hardened his skills In battle. In combat, his halberd is just as much his strength as it is his weakness, as he puts all his trust in the one weapon. Weaknesses: His discipline and honour as an Akethari Warrior, Aruk will spare a foe more often than not. It is also his closeness and sentimentality at heart that makes Crystal, and anyone else that he calls friend, his weakness. In combat, his halberd is just as much his strength as it is his weakness, as he puts all his trust in the one weapon. Quote: "Hold close, little one! This beast will be a challenge!" Theme: Final Fantasy XII - Jahara, Land of the Garif (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzdIgRZ_34g)
nice, I'm back!
Welcome back, Knight-Man!
I joined ^^ I'm a bit of a Noob but not as noobish as my profile suggest >.<" I had an account on here a long time ago... but it vanished XD Haven't rped in ages... so my own fault. Also *hugs Andre*
All good. <3 -hugs back- Oh, and also: You're all good to go.
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