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4 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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5 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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8 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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8 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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9 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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<Snipped quote by Zarkun>

-5 billion points for you. Sassy. >:[


I'm Zarkun and I disapprove of this message. :(
<Snipped quote by Sho Minazuki>

I officially award all players 10,000 points. Except for Kafka. Kafka gets 1,000,000.


I'm Zarkun and I approve all but that last pointage. Equality for all.
And I have added Wrath to the table. Who's the F?
@ProPro Hope you're OK with Wrath continuing to bring Akoni along with him. Just made sense not to leave him in the streets with a war of supernatural proportions and him kinda half-dead.
Barlour City-How far is Heaven?


Wrath had picked up the unconscious and barely alive human before heading out of the city, keeping his head low to avoid being recognized by anyone that might have seen his face down in the Cairn in case they were going the same way. He'd initially intended to get in contact with Uriel and the Army of Light as soon as he was sure that there'd be no further issues with the ground crumbling away. However, that changed when he barely had time to avoid the scythe blade of a Vanguard from behind. The attack had prompted a drawing of his own blade and a short skirmish, which he'd received help from an Angel Champion who bade him evacuate and contact their commander. There was little argument from the fatigued Nephilim, who scooped up the old man and fled away from the fight.

Now, as he trekked away from what would soon be only the remains of Barlour City, he attempted to reach the Angel who had bidden his creation and instead found himself faced with one of the Charred Council's Watchers. "Well, fancy that. Heaven went and created a Nephilim of their own. Suppose it would be unfair of me not to tell you that the Council knew about you all along." Growling softly, Wrath laid the human off to the side and stepped up to face the Watcher.

"Oh did they? Mind telling me why I didn't die at the blade of Death or War? Or ripped to shreds by my sister's whip? Or turned into a hole covered corpse by Fury?" The Watcher seemed partially surprised at the amount of knowledge that Wrath had of his siblings, millienia younger than them he may be. So instead of answering the question, the Watcher sneered and gave a dismissive wave.

"Don't concern yourself with the reasons of those better than you. You're alive, you're breathing, and you can feel all the injuries you received today. All you need to know right now is the Charred Council would like a word with you." Wrath snorted and, feeling rather frustrated with the events of the day, took a swing with a vicious left hook. His claws were retracted, but the power wasn't any less. Unfortunately, it didn't even hurt the Watcher, much less touch it. In response, he got another snide chuckle before it rested a hand on the Nephilim, leading him back to the unconscious human. "It was a good effort, Wrath, but you can't hurt me."

"I noticed. So I don't have a choice about answering this summon's by the Council?" The Watcher shook his head and Wrath sighed, defeated. He sorta liked living too much to risk getting one of his older siblings sent after him. "Fine, I'll go. What about the human?" The Watcher glanced at him and sighed.

"He goes too." Wrath found that odd, the Third Kingdom only just beginning to really understand what their odds were, but didn't argue. However, if the crazy old man had woken up at any point during his exchange with the Watcher, he might.
@Ebonsquire Hatake would be correct, the teams for the Games have already been decided but Quick self correction, joining the guild is still an option. is still an option. Speaking of joining... @Raijinslayer When will we be seeing Seth IC?
@Zarkun
Also, do we have to divulge our character's history? Is it alright if I just sort of talk about it over time in my RP posts?

@Silvan Haven
I'll probably just do that. Thanks for the suggestion!


Some history is a requirement, but not necessarily all.
@Zarkun

So there's already a lot that has happened with the guild and I was thinking of a way I could just come in without having to brush up on EVERYTHING. Maybe I could role-play that I was just gone on a long job or something? Is that acceptable?


That's perfectly fine, although I should point out that Phoenix Wing isn't the only available guild anymore. You also have Dragon Fang and Frenzy Plant to join if you want as well. All three guilds are still accepting new members during the games however, so being gone on a long job wouldn't have to be your only option.
Is Phoenix Wing still accepting more players? I'd like to join, if possible.


Always accepting mate.
Lance Corporeal James Hunt|Post Battle



James looked up from the Imperial he was attempting to bring back to consciousness when Rousseau walked over. "Finished tying them up sir. A couple tried to jump me, I had to rough them up a bit." Hunt nodded, standing when it became apparent that the Imp wouldn't be returning to the land of the living, much like the last two, and limped towards the stairs to look up them as Sykora was grabbing weapons and bringing them down.

"Well, can't say it was a hard thing to resist doing, but what's done is done." He must have decided to look up as Sykora was finishing up, because she was next in line to report the status of her job.

"All the weapons are outside. Propped on the wall near the door." Once more, James nods, not moving to avoid aggravating his leg too much, though there was still his shoulder to worry about. However, he eventually limped out and inspected the weapons. While the weapons were Imperial, he wasn't too concerned about it, since they all functioned pretty much the same way as their Gallian counterparts.

"Looks good Sykora, good job. Rousseau and you head upstairs and mai-" He was cut off by a very worried looking Skye, which was more than enough to get his attention.

"Sir, I have some bad news. It seems the Sargent was hit pretty bad. I think he's unconscious right now. A few of the others are treating him right now." James could feel his heart skip a beat at the report, his mind racing to remember the chain of command. I'm third, but who was above me besides the Sarge....come on....It was...Stichler! Best go find her. Hunt, determined, turned to his fire team.

"Alright, Rousseau and Sykora keep an eye on our prisoners and placate their sergeant for the time being. And don't take any of his crap either. Firm and gentle if you will. Skye, help Lilly check over the Imperial bodies, look for survivors we can resuscitate and help. I'll go see how the Sarge is." With an exchange of nods, James sets out, limping towards where he thought he'd seen Skye come from. Neither him or Stichler were prepared for a sudden thrust up a rank so soon, him less than her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to do his best. Of course, he was only moving up to the Corporeal, it had to be hell for her, suddenly under absolute command of all the lives the Sarge had been.

But he didn't have any doubts. When the time came, she'd be able to give solid, reliable orders that kept people alive. When he reached the site, he limped to Stichler's side, watching the Sarge breath shallowly. "Well, Corporeal, looks like you're the new Sarge. The coach house is secure with a small hand full of prisoners."
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