Athinar

Divinum Ultimatum [Fantasy Roleplay]

I dun posted!

Divinum Ultimatum [Fantasy Roleplay]

Hasir awoke. The Legion marched once again, it seemed. Coming into being, he possessed his body on the mortal plane, and moving his arm, looked at Kasus. In a quiet, hissing voice, the Demon Lord of Wrath spoke. "So.... Kasus.... we destroy them, this time?" The leader of the Legion nodded, a twisted smile splitting his twisted face. Standing up, getting off his throne in the Commandorium room, Hasir called out, "Albus! Siyah! Awaken!" Two banshees who were curled up on the floor, Albus, the black one, and Siyah, the white one, stood up slowly, hissing. Hasir spoke. "We march upon the Keep, my daughters." The banshees grinned manically and shrieked, and grabbing onto Hasir, disappeared. Hasir stared at Kasus for a long while, then disappeared as well.

Reappearing at the head of the demonic Legion, Hasir, Albus, and Siyah raced towards the Gates. Leaping over his head, Albus and Siyah spun their deadly dance, fighting in unison, tearing into the mortals. Hasir, however, had no time to be distracted. Sprinting faster than ever through the mortal footmen, he turned the soldiers upon one another, making them slaughter each other, as well as the twins did to them. As he reached a gate to the city, Hasir lowered his shoulder and rammed through, knocking the metal gates off their hinges, and bending them into useless hunks of metal. Surveying the space behind the first wall, if he could smile, Hasir would've. So much hatred, coming from both sides of the battle line.... this should be fun. As the soldiers bore down upon him, he shrieked, making them clutch their ears in agony as invisible blades tore at them. Ahhh, mortals. So deliciously weak.

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

Athinar felt something, something that was coming from Valuun Keep. That old place never had been anything special, even when the mad general had ordered it's construction. Over the years, Athinar had seen it fall into eventual disrepair, and although it was by no means a ruin, it could by no means be called a castle. Even without the rumors of the "Under Deep", that place was bad luck. Valrund wasn't a very wise man, although he was shrewd. He pushed his troops to the limit, and when he was attacked at the keep, he won, but at the cost of over 60% of his men, and when the rest confronted him, he somehow killed them all, and vanished off the face of the earth.

So why did he feel something, now of all times?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Three Months Later - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Da' Danash trudged up to the NightRaven, hood over his head. Twirling his ring absently, the mage turned his eyes to a northerner who had just entered the inn. A tall, swarthy man, a warrior, by the looks of it. Stepping in after him, Athinar gazed around the room, and frowning, he looked upwards. Above his head, apparently in a room, was a feeling of... greed? He was no empath, by any means, but he could still divine the intent of people. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Trying to rob Valuun? Lofty aims for those with their heads in the clouds.." Turning his gaze back to the bar, he saw that there were far too many elves to be a coincidence. Maybe a High Lord, with his company of adventurers? No, there are too many non-elven, and besides, they carry no insignia... As he walked up to the bar, his hands began to glow, and sparks came out of them. Frowning in irritation, he squelched the fire, but couldn't keep his hands from glowing a fiery red.

Signalling for the bartender to give him something, it didn't matter to Athinar, he listened in on all of their conversations, all directed at the bartender. As the bartender came back with his ale, he tossed a coin down on the counter and swigged his beer. Why do they all ask the bartender? I know he hears things, but still, he doesn't know everything. Turning to face them all, he said in a low, husky timbre, "Listen, if you're looking to raid the keep, let me give you a little advice: Don't. I've seen adventurers like you come and go, you're a gold a dozen. The only way to prolong your lifespan is to go the way you came. But if you're really determined....." Athinar sighed. "I guess I could help out."

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

Yo. I'm back. At the time of this OOC post, I'm about 1/3 of the way done with my IC post.

Divinum Ultimatum [Fantasy Roleplay]

[NOTE: I WILL BE GONE FOR THE MAJORITY OF TODAY AND TOMORROW. IF I DON'T GET A POST UP, UNDERSTAND THAT I AM OCCUPIED.]

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

Oh, yeah, that's a great idea!

(BTW, for the majority of today, and tomorrow, I will be at my granduncle's funeral, so please, if everyone posts, know that I will too, but just be delayed a bit.)

Divinum Ultimatum [Fantasy Roleplay]

Won't be able to till tomorrow, so everyone can do it before me.

Divinum Ultimatum [Fantasy Roleplay]

Anyone else wanna post first? Cause I'm ready to post, but I'll surrender the position to anyone else...

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

Cool! Can't wait to start posting IC!

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

So, once everyone posts, you can move on? Nice idea. Less complicated than a specific posting order.