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(Various Praelium Soldiers, Gloria, Outskirts of Praelium)

Several soldiers let out war cries as they flooded out from Gloria's gates. They were all ready for battle and feared nothing. They outnumbered the orcs 10:1, 5:1 if you included horses. One of them, dressed with the most ornate armor was scribbling something down on a piece of parchment, using the ballista as a writing surface.

"I doubt this is the time for poetry!" A Orc soldier laughed at the other. "You can write your stories in hell! Give us a real battle until then!"

Suddenly, the Orc secured the parchment to the arrow and bent down on the ground lifting the ballista arrow that was embedded in the sand and flung it up towards it's point of origin. The feat was superhuman, something that none of them thought was possible. That arrow had to weigh at least 500 pounds, and the Orc was able to throw it up and back to where it came from.

The missle came crashing down in behind Yasoul, who was trying to load up another shot. He did not expect this in the slightest. His failure had come back to haunt him, it seemed.

"Holy shit!" Jun yelled, running up to the missile. "How the hell did they do that?"

Yasoul did not move, but simply turned his head to look in awe at the Orc who just tossed up the ballista shot back upwards. Jun's eye caught sight of the piece of paper wrapped around the missile and grabbed it, at fist confused from the simple message.

"I... I think they don't want a battle..." Jun said, pausing and looking over at Yasoul. "Do you think it's true."

"I think we would need a lot more men to fight that Orc..." Yasoul said, eyes still looked to the orc who threw the missile. "And if he wanted a fight, I think they would have attacked already."

Jun immediately ran over to the edge of the tower wall and began to yell.

"Don't attack! Repeat: Don't attack! They wish for peace!" Jun wildly waved the piece of paper from the Orcs around to show proof.

The group of soldiers let out an inner breath of relief, glad that they did not have to fight the monster that stood before them. They approached the Orcs slowly, weapons drawn. The leader of the group called out to them.

"If you truly come in peace, lay down your weapons!" He commanded. "Off your horses and lay down on the ground! We will restrain you, for safety precautions!"

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(Claudius Ker'Rak, Paline’s War room, Praelium)

“If the General-Kings have Praelium on their plate, they’re going to make swell friends with Benaduza. Be it by diplomacy or by force, Benaduza should not remain a threat for the On’hinians to use.”

Claudius's stone stature was broken for a third time that day.

"We're fighting on three fronts now if they side with Benaduza." Claudius replied. "Hopefully Carver finds success in this alliance business, though I wish other Tyranusses had done so sooner."

Holden bowed to Claudius, seeming to understand the Dragonborn's stress. He made his way out of the war room, and Claudius took a moment to breath.

First Dominus, then Oh'Hinians, and now Benaduza. Next thing I'll hear will probably be another village burning down.

The scrawny soldier jumped a little as Holden burst through the war room door, as he had nodded off a bit waiting outside. Holden motioned for him and requested him to take him to the yard.

"Yes sir, of course." The soldier said, leading the way towards the training grounds.

"And give him a Major's bow!" Claudius called from the war room. "Tell the quartermaster that the order came from Claudius himself!"

The soldier jumped again at the booming dragonborn's voice, but called back with a quick "Affirmative!" This was the first direct order he had gotten from someone this high up in Praelium government, and he was not going to blow it.

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(Dominus (Side), Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Hm, I expected more.

The hooded figure observed Darlien from above, sitting cross legged on a rooftop. This was the man who burned down the village? It seemed he picked out easy targets, going for retired military instead of active. Unsuspecting town instead of guarded ones. Still, he displayed a great potential for magic. It was a shame that he was squandering it on a petty revenge quest.

The rogue mage began his walk down the streets of Artis Port confidently, proud that he killed the mercenary crew. Praelium’s guards were all military, but Darlien did not know this. Still, the fate of the guards would have practically been the same, except there would have been more of them. And Darlien might have ended up restrained and detained at the very last, albiet it probably would’ve have been a short while. Praelium’s military wasn’t well equipped to fight against mages, and Darlien was taking quite the advantage of this.
The mage’s strut began to crumbled, turned into more of a panicked walk. He started to look around at the buildings frantically. He was clearly mentally bothered by something, probably his own demons. Eventually the man stopped in his tracks and screamed, shooting out flames wildly at his unseen attackers.

Ah, that’s my queue.

Almost with lightning like agility, Dominus scaled down the house they sat atop of and stood about 20 feet in front of the distracted Darlien.

“Impressive work with the mercenaries. But allow me to show you what a little practice does.”

Using Darlien’s confusion to their advantage, Dominus cast a lightning bolt down from the sky, barreling at the speed of light towards Darlien.

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(Yasoul Howe, Insignificant, & Jun Mantan, Insignificant Manning a Balista in Fortress Gloria, Praelium)

"What do you think it will be today, Yasoul? Sand elves? The naked bugbears? Perhaps silt runners try their luck, only to be obliterated?" Jun sighed and looked upward to the sky, bored out of his mind. "You know, I could probably do something as great as the Tyrannus too, if all the desert tribes wouldn't perish before they reached to wall. There was never a war hero that came from an enemy that couldn't put up a fight."

Yasoul groaned and turned away from his more talkative companion. Unlike him, Yasoul didn't want to be a war hero. He wanted to serve his time then get out and return home to his lovely girlfriend and run his father's market. He was more concerned about catching up on sleep, as the night before he may have had one or two too many.

"Nothing happens on this side, anyway." Yasoul grumbled. "I hear Carver counted all the grains in the desert twice before he found his opportunity. Get started on that."

"And I'm sure you would be glad to do that instead of fighting for glory on the battlefield," The other scoffed. Yasoul was used to this, mostly because it was true. "That's why you man the ballista, right? Rarely ever used, and I'm sure your glad too. Bet you couldn't hit one soul if a horde of dragon born was right in front of you."

"Hey, I'm not useless," Yasoul said, sitting up and glaring at the other. "They put me here because I know how this thing works AND my shots are accurate."

Jun was about to retort, but he caught something in his peripheral. He quickly turned and saw a group of Orcs, clad in impressive armor and riding horseback.

"Enemies! We have enemies!" Jun shot straight up and began ringing a bell, alerting nearby foot soldiers to mobilize. The soldier turned to Yasoul as he vigorously rung the bell, who stood there frozen.

"Do something!" Jun snarled, and Yasoul stumbled to stand upwards and hobbled over to the ballista. His adrenaline was pumping throughout his body. This would be his first kill. The thought terrified and excited him. He would have a story to tell back home to his family. Perhaps he would stay in the army.

Ballista master... I like the sound of that! The hefty man turned the ballista at the orcs, and let out a might cry.

"Take this, you Northern bastard!"

Yasoul fired the ballista and it let out and resounding WHOOSH and sailed straight towards the orcs!

... feet. The ballista arrow was undershot, failing to connect with any of the intended targets. Yasoul looked at the pitiful ballista arrow sunken in the sand with his mouth agape. Even with the thousands of bells ringing throughout Gloria, it felt as if he was completely isolated, except with the failed ballista arrow.

A low whistle brought him out of that isolation.

"Literally, one job, Yasoul."

Yasoul remained silent for a moment.

"Fuck off, Jun."

I can't wait to get back to the market...

Gemstone Warriors

@Draconis@BubblegumQueen

Collin placed the marker on the whiteboard sill impressed with his poorly drawn tiger. It turned out better than he expected, but Collin was still no artist. He turned around and saw edge girl sitting cross legged in a chair, her "I don't give a fuck" attitude unwavering. He also saw the kid he waved down from earlier.

"Like the drawing, muffin?" Collin asked the edgy girl, picking the first pastry that popped in his head to call her. "It's called, 'El Tigre en Uno Color,' fancy no?

His smile was beginning to become all too familiar to the group as he grinned. He looked over to the new kid, and waved.

"Glad you decided to come in. You have magic super powers and a pretty looking rock embedded in your skin?"

Erelith Roleplay Characters (jeroukoo)

Dominus

"He will perish."

-RACE: ???
-AGE: 27
-HEIGHT- 5' 3"
-WEIGHT- 120 Lbs.

Weapons and Skills

"Physical weaponry is for the weak."

"Dominus" relies solely on magic for self defense. The Mage of Dominus prefers shocking her enemies, whether they be up close or from far away. She either calls bolts of lightning from the sky or grabs her enemies and sends a strong current throughout the victim's body.

Biography

"..."

Little to nothing is known about this Dominus mage, other than that she hails from the House of Dominus of Praelium. Her presence is whispered of by some townsfolk, a hooded figure who says nothing, except to ask a tavern keeper for food and lodging.

Only the House of Dominus and Tyrannus Carver know this mage's target, the former Praelian mage Darlien Garandinar. His actions towards Praelium have caused too many countries to think it is weak, thus creating the impending war with the On'hinians and an increase aggression from the Northern Desert Tribes. Her goal is to kill Darlien and have his head placed on a pike for Praelium to hold high, in hopes this will show that Praelium was not killed by some simple barbarians, but a powerful mage who no longer poses a threat.

Personality

"Your advances are not and never will be appreciated..."

The Dominus mage seems to have no personality, and adheres strictly to her mission to hunt down Darlien. She avoids all advances from others, simply ignoring anyone who wishes to talk to her. If they are persistent, the mage tends to accept their advances and takes them to a secluded area, disposing of them stealthily and quickly.

"But.. As for mages..."

However, the mage is always curious about any other magic user. If she ever comes across who she detects to be a powerful mage, she tends to take a day observing them and their habits, especially with their spell casting abilities. Sometimes she manipulates the mages surrounds to provoke them into attacks, just so she can see their magic.

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Dominus (Side)

"He will perish."

-RACE: ???
-AGE: 27
-HEIGHT- 5' 3"
-WEIGHT- 120 Lbs.

Weapons and Skills

"Physical weaponry is for the weak."

"Dominus" relies solely on magic for self defense, as one would expect from someone from the House of Dominus. The Mage of Dominus prefers shocking her enemies, whether they be up close or from far away. She either calls bolts of lightning from the sky or grabs her enemies and sends a strong current throughout the victim's body. She also knows basic protection wards, able to protect herself from weak magical attacks and the cost of her own offensive abilities.

Dominus also surprisingly shows skills in stealth and acrobatics, able to blend in anywhere and traverse through any rough terrain easily. The origins of these skills are unknown, whether they come from magic or talent and if it was learned on her own or via the House of Dominus is up for anyone to guess

Biography

"..."

Little to nothing is known about this Dominus mage, other than that she hails from the House of Dominus of Praelium. Her presence is whispered of by some townsfolk, a hooded figure who says nothing, except to ask a tavern keeper for food and lodging.

Only the House of Dominus and Tyrannus Carver know this mage's target, the former Praelian mage Darlien Garandinar. His actions towards Praelium have caused too many countries to think it is weak, thus creating the impending war with the On'hinians and an increase aggression from the Northern Desert Tribes. Her goal is to kill Darlien and have his head placed on a pike for Praelium to hold high, in hopes this will show that Praelium was not killed by some simple barbarians, but a powerful mage who no longer poses a threat.

Personality

"Your advances are not and never will be appreciated..."

The Dominus mage seems to have no personality, and adheres strictly to her mission to hunt down Darlien. She avoids all advances from others, simply ignoring anyone who wishes to talk to her. If they are persistent, the mage tends to accept their advances and takes them to a secluded area, disposing of them stealthily and quickly.

"But.. As for mages..."

However, the mage is always curious about any other magic user. If she ever comes across who she detects to be a powerful mage, she tends to take a day observing them and their habits, especially with their spell casting abilities. Sometimes she manipulates the mages surrounds to provoke them into attacks, just so she can see their magic.

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(Claudius Ker'Rak(Side), Paline's War Room, Praelium)

"Refuge?" Claudius thought for a moment, then nodded his head. "Things could be arranged. Since you've already mentioned being ready to assist us, we can make you a citizen of Praelium after you join our military."

Claudius arose from his chair and motioned for Holden to arise from his own. The dragonborn rarely showed emotion towards others, and kept his stoic manner. His mind was turning focus towards the inevitable war with the On'Hinians. Should they mount an assault now? Or stay on the defensive? Perhaps the border at Benaduza could be loosened? Maybe a deal could be brokered with the Consortium. As the possible tactics flowed through his mind, he completely forgot Holden was there. As he pushed open the door to look back in room to make sure everything was still in order, the sight of the man reminded him of his presence.

Claudius coughed and turned to Holden, bowing his head to the man.

"Due to your previous war experience, I will talk to the Tyrannus about receiving your own battalion." Claudius said. "Carver will talk to you personally about it soon enough, perhaps tomorrow. He is meeting with the House of Dominus today."

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@aspie3000

Well I'll be in both! lol

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(Claudius Ker'Rak (Side), War Room, Paline, Praelium)

Claudius was visibly taken aback all the information that Holden had just told him. On'hino was more so an after thought in the grand scheme of things. Their focus was more towards the tribes to the north and the powder keg that was Benaduza. There were also still worried about the burning of their village by some mystery force. Perhaps that was On'hino? Or were they dealing with two threats, on top of Benaduza and the desert tribes?

Oh, Carver is going to have quite the head ache when he hears this...

Claudius regained himself, and returned to his profession posture.

"Well Holden, while you prove yourself to be a man of your word," Claudius said, gesturing towards the previously tossed pendant. "These are still quite the claim. What do you gain from all this, Major d'Alnharte? Revenge against those charges brought upon you? I'll disclose our plans when I know your motives." Claudius waved his hand to dismiss the young soldier, who's eyes were wide with shock.

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(Claudius Ker'Tak, War Room, Paline, Praelium)

"Ah, former? What for?" Claudius said, gesturing towards an empty chair. "Guards tell me you're from On'Hino. Why did they discharge you?"

Claudius shook his head, dismissing the question.

"Actually, never mind. We have more important matters to attend to." Claudius sat down in a chair himself. "Specifically, the paper you just brought me. You say you killed a spy for it? Have any proof?"

Claudius was obviously approaching this man with caution. The papers were indeed damning, but this man could have stolen them himself. He seemed plenty capable to do so, but Claudius wanted to make sure. Even though he hated interrogation, he felt it was quite necessary for a situation like this. He was only one person away from speaking to the Tyrannus himself. Claudius had to make sure this man was sincere.