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The Forests of Death (Dead)

Ishmael

The boy, Daniel, looked Ramara with annoyance. "My father wasn't just some ghost,... How could you ever understand anything. Your an Assassin, death has no meaning to you. I was robbed of years I could have spent with my father. You may hate your parents ,but I deeply cared about mine." He looked to Wade and scoffed. "Better to live a life I choose then a life not worth of choosing. I chose to take this path. I wasn't forced to. The vampire that claimed my father, just made the choice even easier." He then looked away turning his back to them. He handed the bread and water back to him. "You don't have to like or respect my decission, and I really don't care. You can have your water and bread. I will rely on my faith in Ishmael to keep me sustained."

Ishmael was shocked and a bit stunned by the boy's outburst. He was also a bit impressed. Perhaps the boy doesn't lack courage after all. The boy was showing some positive improvements. Perhaps a stranger insulting his father was all it took. He nodded at boy showing he was proud of him. Perhaps when they stopped for rest he would teach the boy something. He wondered how much he was taught so far. Did he know any of the paladin spells or did he have any skill with a blade. Questions he would ask him later. Right now the boy will have to calm himself. He then heard a voice call him a pretty boy and he looked to the person. The man was a cleric,... That was a good sign,... Another healer. As far as Ishmael knew,... He was the only one who could heal. This person was another one added to the list. The man known as Wade did make a point though.

"Before I let you join let me give you the rundown of what we are doing. " He said to him. "First, my name is Ishmael, we are on a mission to rescue Nova Lysanther, the princess of Shar'es. We are on the trail of a group of bandits. They are known as the Black Moon clan." He paused letting it all sink in. "With that said, do you still want to join us. If so,... Fill free to climb up beside Daniel."

Daniel looked to Ishmael and smiled. He called him by his name and not by boy. Perhaps he proved himself in his eyes.

Ceceria

"Death comes to us all sadly, that is true." Ceceria said. "A wise man once said, 'Even Kings are devoured by worms'..." Ceceria then heard the boy Daniel defend his father and that it was his choice. He loved his father,.. She saw that in his eyes as they twinkled. "Its a good thing to choose. I didn't,... I am an orphan. My father died in a plague and my mother soon after. I would have followed if not for the order of paladins and clerics who visited the village and cleansed it. I am always grateful for them saving me." She said. She found herself playing with Ishmael's long blonde hair.

She had to giggle at the new arrivals name giving of Ishmael. "He is a little right you know,... You are quite the pretty boy. Even I am a little aroused at your sight." She said rather teasingly. She then turned around on the horse. She pulled forth her violin and began to play it. She played a fitting tune for the moment. She suddenly got annoyed with her hat. She tossed it off and heard the bells jingle as they hit. Her hair was both dark on one side and violet on the other. She was a harlequin in all it's pureness.

Nova

The elf princess began to feel thirst come over her. She wished her hands were a little higher. She could cast a spell that she learned from Ishmael. She sighed,..."Hey jerk!.. You want me healthy?.., have one of your goons get me some water." She barked at the shadows. Soon after the door to her side opened a guard coming in and placing a bowl of water down. He then released her hands from their chains. He quickly moved away as she tried to grab him. He spat at her... This angered her to the point a burst of flames shot out from her hand. The blast nailed and launched him to the ground. He was dead. "Asshole..." She said eyeing the smoke coming from the burned hole in his chest. Nova rose the bowl up and took a drink from the water. It was refreshing.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Ailen

It took all his composer to not laugh, it was hard but he managed to. He actually wanted to haul the man down to his room himself. Oh well,... Seeing him get dragged out by the collar would just have to suffice. He pointed to one of such basics. "Well get moving,... Take these to her quarters." He said. He then grabbed one more file. His file. The incident that caused a T1 to lose his arm. "I think this file here will give you a bunch of ammunition to take over completely. GTC loves their T1 talents so when they read what happened to me,... I bet they wont be happy that Tristan almost caused ones death." He said adding it to the top. That same file also mentioned the death of his sister.

He then placed. The blue crystal drive on the top of the files. He could think of numerous things that would take the tower from Tristan. The file on the mining equipment being held back. The files on the Brax'Na, and the rest of the populace being held back from their own supplies. If it wasn't enough to kick Tristan out he didn't know what. He then gestured to his computer. "If you could transfer these to digital copy and put them on this flash drive they will be better fir Silvia to read." He then pointed to the scanner. "Just scan the files in. The computer will do the rest." The man nodded and got to work. He then moved to a cabinet by where the coffee station was. He grabbed two glasses and opened the chanter and poured the wine into them. He closed the top and walked up to the chair and offered one to Silvia. "You know,... Next time let me punch him out,... Don't worry I won't use my synthetic arm." He said. "When it comes to sending him to the prison planet I want to be there when they throw him into the transport. Would be even happier if I got to do the tossing." He would rather let the Brax'Na have him. Then request front row seats when they execute him. Then again,... The prison planet was a bit of a death sentence in it's own right. He then looked at everyone in the room. They had all suffered under the tyrant in some way. Taking orders they did not want to give. He also had his violent tendencies too. Silvia wasn't the first he lashed out at. They just never reported it because Tristan would block the transmission anyways. Those files where also there.

Jun'Krama

The man had already been half way there before he saw a ship fly over head. He knew it to be Srath. He nodded thinking that should satisfy his people tell the next run. If only he knew what had transpired at the tower. He would have loved to have been there. Also little to Karras's knowledge were the changes going down already. His people would be getting the replacement equipment and even more food supplies. He pushed the horse along bringing it to a gallop. It would not be long before he would arrive.

It only took a couple minutes for him to close the gap to the tower. He got up off his horse and stomped right up to the big doors. These tower people sure build things large. Must be their of compensating for the small package between their legs... He moved up to one of the personnel and stared him in the eyes. "I want to talk to someone in charge now.... If you don't bring someone down in ten minutes, I will make sure a pathetic worm like you will never have offspring." He said. The man gulped and pressed into the comm at the door. "Um this is John,... To head of security Craig. Get someone down here quick. I think he might do it this time...."

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Ellis

Ellis prepared his leave and as he looked through his new robes, he took note of new tools. Side from his usually thieves utensils such as the lock picks. His normal dagger had been replaced by a silver one. That meant he now had two silver daggers and as he looked at his sword. It too was silver. It was only a short sword though. He nodded as looked at his gear. The pegasus was fitted too with a saddle meant for two as well as a crossbow. Beside it was a satchel. The tips of the bolts laced with silver. He grinned, this was demon killing tools. He looked to Ceris and smiled. He did not forget her kiss either. It was wonderful, he always wondered what it felt like, what it tasted like to touch lips with another. After seeing Sana and Hugh, he was simply just curious at the time. Now, he had his horse, he had his sweet robes and gear, and now he had Ceris. He thought of her as his. Whether she thought the same was clearly up in the window. She did initiate that kiss though so perhaps it meant he was hers. He would always be hers. He sighed and looked about. "This is a nice place, that Corellan picked out. I wonder,... perhaps after all this is over with. We could come pack and perhaps live here. Or else where if you prefer something better." He then moved over to the Pegasus and sighed. "...could have installed a step ladder or something into the saddle...ummf." He felt himself being lifted up by Ceris. She placed him on the saddle. He looked to her and wondered where he weapon's would be. Perhaps she was a battle magic priest type of thing and did not need a weapon. He would let her take the reins of course. She had long arms and could easily move around him.

Ceris

Ceris felt a bit of giggle coming up as Ellis commented about the location. She sighed and moved over helping him up. She did have a much better location for a place to live. She pictured the place of the country of the elves. Where Corellan's presence ran strong. She climbed on top of the horse patting Ellis on the head. "What was that line those two kept on saying?....mine?" She said. "I did not think me and you could work Ellis, not while I was stuck in your body. I think it is fair to say, after seeing how strong your faith was in yourself and in Corellan, that my view has changed. I want you to be my halfling, the thief that stole the heart of a lich, even when others saw none."

"But, your not a lich anymore, you have been restored to the priest you were meant to be." He responded. Her smile not even breaking she felt a tear run down her cheek. This halfing saved her from the life of forever torment. The others didn't think he could do it and felt like pulling her out of him and destroying her was the only solution. The smile turned to a smirk."I wonder what reactions your friends will have when they see the new me?..." She said, I guess we wont find out by staying here. She flicked the reins and the Pegasus began to move. It's speed picking up as it moved. Faster and faster it moved flapping it's wings until they took to the air. She was a priestess once more, she felt more stronger then before. Was that the great elf god's powers? Did he strengthen them over the night. There new destination was the city of Zaphere. It was there that Ceris would meet Eliphas once more for the last time. To confront the demon and banish him forever.

Vivian

Vivian woke, not from the sun rising, but from the sound of someone screaming. She rose up finding she was covered with a canvas. She rose a brow and looked around. It wasn't theirs so it must be Das's. She smiled and rose up from the ground dusting off the sand. She picked up the canvas and shook the sand off of it. She then moved to Das and handed it to him. Once he went to grab it she would move in to kiss his cheek and then pull away."Thank you, I know it was nothing ,but thank you. Your kindness will not be forgotten."she said. She then looked to Ellyn. Ellyn, who needs a rooster when you have Ellyn. Then she saw it wasn't a insect she screamed at. Fire rose from their chosen destination. She sighed,..."Is it too hard to ask for one little tiny break?....I swear this is the spider queen's way of punishing me..." She said. Well at least our group is a little bigger ,but this was not going to be a simple fight waiting for them. It must be a pretty big threat to have the city burning. She moved to the wagon and climbed aboard. She removed her hand crossbow placing it beside her. She wanted to grab it quick if anything attacked them on their journey back. Right now she doubted anything would. With as large as that smoke is. Every creature is likely vacating the area. Then again, as hot as it is out here... the sun might have boiled any brain in the skulls of the life out here. She grabbed the hood of her cloak and pulled it over her eyes. No matter how long they trekked or stayed out here. She could never get used to the sun. The others were lucky, they were not as sensitive to its rays like she was.

She looked to Sana and Hugh. "Well what do you think?...." She then looked to the spot Ellis was and saw that it wasn't a dream. He had gone. She looked back to Sana. "Think we will see him again?..."She asked with concern on her face.

Garrek

Garrek rose up fast drawing out his greatsword in such a quick fashion ready to lob someones head off. When he saw nobody he looked over to Ellyn. "Don't do that again please,... I thought we were under attack and something needed to die."He said and put his sword away. He then looked to her harp and began thinking..... He moved up to her, his hand on his chin. He stroked the beard and placed his right hand ontop of her head. "You prefer axes? or would you like a crossbow?... yes I can turn your harp into a crossbow... it will have to be a repeating one though. They are more complicated to make ,but I can do it." He said. She was best placed at afar from the enemy. Sana or himself could teach her how to use it. He would make it from light materials though. That way she would not have a hard time lifting it up. He then moved his hand from side to side ruffling up her hair. He then chuckled and walked away. He then saw the smoke and strangely the smile did not fade. "Ahh, another fight is at hand. I can't wait to blood my sword some more.". He knew it was bad, where smoke is it always means something bad.

Zaphere

The sun was barely up all the way and already the air smelt of blood, smoke, and death. The people all hid in their homes as told by the city's soldiers and guards. Taverns still held a few drunks. If one looked out their window they could see soldiers moving to reinforce the soldiers and guards at the circle where the mage's guild was at. Some would even go to help the monastery. The city was holding it's own against the demons and drow cultists. Problem was, the drow may deplete but the demons kept coming from the damned portals. They needed closing and the only ones who knew how where locked in combat. The city needed reinforcements. It soon got some, the nations navy arrived. They let their crew members out while the mages in the cities army stayed. The launched fireballs out at the demons. While the crewmen drew their curved blades to challenge the demon army.

The worse was yet to come though. At the mages guild a demon came to aid the drow cultists. It had a tail and six arms. A weapon in each one and moved like a snake. It resembled a woman at the top half, but it had snake like features on the face. It weilded six blades and came down from the guild's tower as if to be a way of showing Sergei that the demons were on the guild's side. The Marilith was only just a minion of Eliphas. She was giving Sergei's men a fight.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Ishmael

Ishmael looked to the person who had spoke to him. It was Derrix the poet, he wanted to scout ahead. He nodded, "Be careful though, if you see anything worth reporting just come back and let us know. Don't want you getting killed, I got plenty of blood on my hands... don't need yours added to it." He said. Not meaning to insult or anything. It was just concern and it could be seen on the man's face. The same concern he had for his squire. The only reason he did not want a squire. He was afraid he would get the boy killed. Wade seemed to be giving the boy attention with water and some bread. He even told the kid he should take up something else then a life of a paladin. "He is right you know, the life of a paladin isn't something you can just take on and expect to not have to do anything. I have killed my fair share of heretics and demons. I am not like some paladins, my job was never ever to conquer lands or anything. My specific position in the clergy is to hunt down evil at its roots... Even then I have my share of nightmares. Not as much as a soldier, but I do often find myself blaming my inability to keep people from dying." He said. If Wade could manage to convince the boy to go another path he would not mind. If the boy kept traveling with him, he would likely not make it to his age. Ishmael was surprised at his own ability to stay alive. It was as if he was cursed to watch his men die around him. While he was made to live. The boy looked to Wade then up to Ishmael. He took the offering of water and bread.

"My father was a paladin,.... Brother Ethan was his name. He served alongside Brother Ishitar, I aim to honor my father and follow under his footsteps." The boy answered. Ishmael sighed and a sadness took over him. "Oh your Ethan's little boy, I remember you now. I am deeply sorry I couldn't save your father. I tried my best to get to him in time.... I tried fighting past the gargoyle guardians of the vampire but I was not fast enough." He said in response. The boy sighed, and then managed a smile. "At least you tried to save him, he was like a brother to you. I know you tried, that's all that matters." The boy said. Ishmael took a deep breathe and let it out. The boy forgives him, but Ishmael did not forgive himself. Ethan wasn't the only one who died that day. The purge of the vampire scum claimed many lives that day. He punishes himself every day for it.

Ceceria

She could see the change in Ishmael's face as he heard and spoke with the boy. A lot of history were in those eyes. A history the man wanted to forget, or keep in his mind forever. She could never understand such things. Why must men always punish themselves with things they just can not control. "It sounds mighty foolish if you ask me... how can you ever expect to prevent deaths during such things. You shouldn't ever hold yourself responsible for the deaths of others. You were doing your duty to slay evil, so where they. They knew the risks, and they took them. They wouldn't blame you for it, and nor should you." Ceceria broke in. Ishmael was taken aback by the woman's words. How unpredictable this person was. One moment she talked about killing someone with such glee and then she says something rather deep and understanding. It was easy for her to throw such things aside. She was an Assassin, she was used to death. There was some truth in her words though. A truth that he would not ignore.

Nova

Nova kept looking to her chains trying out some way she could break free of them. They were pretty sturdy though. It would take more then what she's got to smash them. She sighed and looked around. The dungeon was rather large. She wondered if anyone else was put here at some point by the bandits. Then from a door on the opposite side of the room emerged a cloaked man. He had red glowing eyes and pale skin. She looked around and then back to him. He was closer then he was before. She could see that this man was a vampire. She could tell from the way he moved around the beam of light that entered the place. He moved into a crouch as he got to her. "I take it you lead these group of bandits?" She asked and he laughed. "I guess you can put it that way,... yes I do lead them. They bare my mark, they are in fact my thrawls. They brought you here as profit for them for when the king and queen pays the ransom. That will not happen though. I don't care either. I wanted you because you are a elf, and one of royal blood. I like the taste of elven blood. It tastes so sweet against my lips. Do not worry I wont turn you... the blood never tastes as good afterwards." He responded. He then took out a knife and cut into her forearm and placed a goblet underneath it. He then put away said knife and squeezed it. Her blood dripping into the goblet. She winced as she did so,...."You sick bastard...." she said. He smirked and when the goblet was full he released energy from his hand to close her wound. "Wouldn't want you bleeding to death..." He stood laughing and then down the hatch. He rose the goblet and poured the blood into his mouth some of it trickling down his chin and neck.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Ailen

Ailen heard the noises from the command room and followed after Silvia, what he discovered was a complete disaster waiting to happen. He watched Silvia as she started to dissolve the situation from a shit storm to just another catch. He smiled and continued to watch her features. You know at least she gave something to stare at that didn't make you want to throw up. There was a beauty to her and he couldn't put his finger on it as to why. It wasn't just because she was a woman with pretty good features. It was her ability to jump into any situation and well fix it. This could have been the end of their little tower. He then looked to his chanter of wine and smirked. Perhaps she deserves first drink from this bottle. Oh that's right she wanted those files on Tristan. He moved over to his desk and began opening his cabinets. He began pulling stacks and stacks of files out. It kept in detail every supply ship Tristan stopped from delivering supplies to the people, every detail on his intercepts of messages sent out to GTC. Messages that would likely had him transferred if they reached GTC. Then again they were mostly complaints from the people so GTC might not have cared. Ailen recalled what she said in the elevator. That she could have him transferred to the prison planet. He would agree if it guaranteed his life becoming nonexistent. Silvia did not know the whole story. It wasn't just his arm that was taken from him because of Tristan....

He hated hit to a default, the Beax'Na hated him, everyone in the tower hated him, but no one hated him more then Ailen. Craig was likely the only one in the room right now who knew about the event that forever changed Ailen. Ailen shook his head brushing the thoughts from his mind. No need to think of such thoughts now. Silvia will make things better and he would talk with Craig later. They would keep her here no matter what. Tristan wasn't the only one who can intercept transmissions. They would intercept each one to prevent her from getting transferred. He began to notice he would need a file cart to move these to her quarters and looked about. "Hey Craig,... perhaps we could get a few personnel to take these to Silvia's quarters. She gave me strict orders to get them there." He asked, He then looked to Silvia and smiled. "Perhaps you can give Craig the same orders... the kind where he reports to you now. He will like that... probably. I know I did, if it keeps me from starring at Tristan's ugly visage I am more then happy." He said. He looked behind him when he said that just to make sure Tristan wasn't there.

Jun'Krama

The Jun'Krama rose up from his seat after it was decided to visit the tower once more. "Have some of the women prepare my horse. I will ride now to go visit the tower once more." He ordered. The old man left to inform the women of their new chore.
"Why?... why keep going to them? We should fight them not continually go to them as if our voice would be heard.." One of his kinsmen said. The chief looked to him. "We may be strong and brave, but we will not be stupid. A attack on them would be futile and pointless. They will use their technology against us and their devil magic. A attack would simply prompt the GTC from destroying us entirely." He responded. He then stepped toward the man. "However, if you do not like my decision you can challenge me right here, right now...." He added. The man gulped and stepped back shaking his head. "Then remain quiet,... if ain't got the balls to face me, how can you be expected to face them?" He barked. He knew the man meant well with his words. He was tired of their treatment as well ,but Tristan was right to some degree that they were no match for the evil magic they use. If anyone recalled, it was their chaos goddess who almost destroyed their civilization with magic. He wasn't afraid to die though if it meant standing up for his people. That is why he must go, he will push and push until he got what they wanted. Perhaps today will be different,... perhaps Tristan will be in the listening mood. Then again he never was. He always sent some piss ant to come talk with him instead. The puffed up fish faced son of a coward was no warrior. He had no balls to talk to him face to face, yet did not hesitate to mouth off insults from afar.... His tower forces were strong in their devil ways. They were brave and strong in their own way. A pathetic way, but still a way to be strong.

Now if they used body and mind he could respect them more. He hated them still, but would hate them less. A man's strength comes from both mind and body, not just the mind. These GTC had the mind part all worked out but not the body. How pathetic... One of the women approached the tent. "Your mount is ready milord,... please be safe." He smirked at the sound of her voice. The voice of fear. That is where women belonged, beneath them. He left the longhouse and off to his horse. He climbed aboard and looked to the old man. "Your in charge until I return... if they send a transport of supplies to us again when I am gone accept it. We need it to survive with prey so hard to find." He ordered. The man simply nodded. The Jun'krama then began his journey to the tower.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

got it...

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

The Group
Das being the only one who remained awake, would be the first to wake to the dawn of a new day. As the sun rose it gave the sky a red hue. When one looked in the direction of their new destination they would see smoke rising. What did this mean to them? That the calm, safe haven of the city of Zaphere had likely fell to chaos. Did a foreign country attack the city? did a uprising occur?..... No, a war had broke out, a war not often held on this planet. It was a war however, that will always leave a black stain upon it. A war between evil and the righteous. The group could only guess as to what happened. There would soon be more smoke spiraling from the direction in due time. The worse part, the group could do nothing from this distance. No way to answer the pleas of help that would come. They where a long ways away from the city.

Zaphere

Unnoticed to the fighters within the guild building as resistance broke against Sergei and his holy champions, fire and smoke erupted from where the monastery was located. The guards wanted to go investigate but as they were going to leave the rest to the holy order attacking the guild people began to move through the city. These were not just ordinary beings. The beings cast down their cloaks and their rags. Revealing silver hair, and black leather armor. They had a demonic emblem designed into their armor. The guards hesitated at first and then aimed their swords at the newcomers. The drow cultists drew their blades and gave charge taking the fight to them. It was too late for apologies on the guild. A three way war had already begun. The Devourer had come to Zaphere and he was here to stay.

At the monastery drow had arrived there as well. With drow and demonkin fighting side by side they pushed against the holy forces still there. Eliphas dove to the ground with a impact that sent three men to the ground. Two paladins and a Cleric. The looked to him to see the horror of the creature. His body inflames and appearing into his hands. A vorpal sword in his right and a flaming whip in the other. The first paladin gave charge to try and fell him. He flicked his wrist and the whip came flying upwards its barbed ends tearing into the armor. The hit sent the man to the ground. The other paladin gave charge his sword up on high ready to swing. Eliphas blocked the blade with his vorpal sword. With strength only known to a demon he pushed with his arm sending the paladin back. Eliphas then vanished re appearing behind the man. The paladin turned to react, but did not move fast enough as a blade pierced through his armor and out the other end. Blood covering it. He tossed the dead paladin aside and approached his two remaining opponents. The other paladin rose from the ground and sent a holy bolt of energy at the balor. Eliphas took it in stride puffing out his chest. The blast hit and did burn but it was not strong enough to fell the demon. Eliphas answered in kind with a bolt of lightning. The bolt nailed the paladin in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. The cleric was mortified. Eliphas finished him off as quick as he did the others. He continued to fight leading his legion forward.

Ellis

He suddenly woke to a odd feeling. The feeling was a hand brushing through his hair. When he glanced up he saw Ceris. She was sitting up and with a smile on her face. The light of dawn shining upon her face. Neither one thought this would ever occur ,but their prayers where heard and their dream became a reality. Ellis could now look upon the real form of Ceris, and she could look at him with her own two eyes and not someone else's. He looked around as he rose. He saw Corellan standing their giving him a nod. He nodded back with a smile and then back to Ceris. He could not understand what came over him but something pushed him to leap and slam into Ceris. Toppling her over. "I told you I would save you,... no one else believed me. Not even you..." Was all he said. Tears came down his face. Tears of joy. She smiled and her hands went up to his chin and rose his head so his eyes lined up with hers. There they stared into each others eyes. " You have beautiful eyes...." He said. Her hair short at the shoulders and her eyes a violet color. She then silenced him and his talk with a kiss. The held that kiss as the sun rose higher and higher. When it was over Ellis looked behind her and saw smoke rising. His eyes widened.. "What's that?.." He asked. Both Ceris and Corellan looked to the direction and saw it.

"Eliphas has made his move,... we do not have much time left. I can not go with you as of yet. I will join you in the battle to come, but first I must regroup with the cities reinforcements." He said. His horn glowed and white cloaks appeared on them. Their clothing changed. The symbol of Corellan Lorethian on the backs. "You must go,... and meet your friends." He then looked to his right and appearing was a pegasus. It had no horns. It was just a normal pegasus. "He will go with you and take you there. To the tavern. He will help in the fight in my spot."

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Looking through my music to find something that best describes what is happening in Zaphere right now... I think... Eliphas's theme song that I chosen fits very well....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrzW0PFjsjQ&oref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DSrzW0PFjsjQ&has_verified=1

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@ShiningSector edited that post... sorry it took a long time.