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 Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:44 am
As One floated in mid air for looking over to Varak then back to the people he decided to assist the question, he wanted an answer to Varaks question as well, where were the leaders, what were these people in comparrison to others. He stretched out his hands and started to whisper to himself "Dark watchmen of the borderlines bentween life and Death I call for you, I call for your sight and I call for your flight, ohhhh black watchers of the Underworld I call upon a few of you, a flock of you, a storm of you to billow out of the sky and bring fear." One rose his arms out wide "Mortals!" He yelled "Where are your leaders, you whoam will not comply to answer will suffer. My Birds will find the truth." He said this before narrowing his eyes and finishing his spell "Open Gate of Ravens!!!!"
suddenly the reaper would dissapear in a gigantic mass of black, he had opened up a large summoning gate as the Ravens/crows poured out in every direction surrounding the nearby area, these Ravens were useful having a small ocabulery they could harass the people with sentences like "Where Master.", "Speak of Master" and the like nothing t complicated, and thoose who refused to answer would be pecked and attacke by more than a few, an attempt of persuasion if someone was lying, The Reaper knew people were going to die, even if someone tried to null out Varaks spell it would cause a bashwash effect of energy and that would be ugly. However the reaper was more interested in what would be found out, a Storm of ravens enough to black out the sky were now harassing theese people, to stop them from running and to interject information. If the people didn't throw out someone with authority this would be the end of there misserable lives.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:37 pm
Ko was now loving what was going on in Trance. He watched as people where now being pecked, some to death, because they didn't answer the very vague questions the ravens were asking. Kop couldn't control himself any more as he started roaring with laughter the little humans and other various people were being harassed by these lesser being and he was enjoying every second of it until a raven landed on his head and asked the same question it had to many others. "Where Master?" the raven cawed into his face. Ko got a wicked smile on his, now human, face showing that he had rows of sharp teeth instead of the regular teeth a human normally would have.
The raven repeated its question only for Ko to point to the nearest human and tell the raven to ask them. The raven then pecked him in the forehead. That annoyed the demon in disguise but he told the bird that he did not know and the bird pecked him again. After answering the bird four different times that he had no idea a few other birds landed on him and started pecking him. Now Ko was truly annoyed but knew his snack for the day would be these birds and any other one that decided it was smart to peck him. With a flash he snatched two birds up, one in each hand, and proceeded to use his mouth full of fangs to devour the two unlucky birds and then repeating the process with any other birds that wished to get close enough to peck him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 6:17 pm
 Varak truly had more respect and patience for the living that any of the other Underseer council members. His thirst for knowledge and psychological wisdom may have persuaded this most of the time. But his anger and natural hate for the flesh living beings was beginning to shine. He was not getting the answers to the questions of which he was demanding by this point. Varak sensed the Reapers flair in Seishou and soon understood the spell that had been activated. Varak's voice had deepened dramatically as his voice was herd echoing through out the entire village. "WHERE ARE THEY?! SHOW YOUR SHELVES!" After a few moments of letting the birds terrorize the villagers Varak's voice dampened slightly and his glare became sharp and focused. "The living are pathetic. Holding no surprise you all disappoint me... I would stand back if I were you reaper." Instantly, from the black clouds above. It came from all directions. Dark green lightning spiderwebed from the outer most part of the valley towards its center directly over Varak. As it reached the center it would hold momentarily as the energy collected. Then in one single out burst the lightning exploded in a spiral formation heading strait for the ground. The noise from the blast could have been herd through out the Valley. The lightning bolts crashed into the crumbling dirt around Varak. Rather than sending debris of rock and dirt in all directions it effortlessly smashed large chunks of dirt into the ground as if there were a gigantic cave beneath the village of Trance. The spell was finished. The lightning bolts resided back to the sky with random discharge spurts. The wind died mostly but there were still random gusty breezes. The hole was sixty feet across dwarfing the small pillar that stood perfectly round in the center of the hole. The blast had taken two near by buildings with it and left another partly demolished. It fell silent for a moment. There were no screams coming from the pit, no cries in the market streets, even the reapers birds would have been startled from the blast. Varak stood there looking around as he watched the reactions of the village.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:21 am
(Although I did not respond with the personal message I will say it here so other people know, the account owner right now is useing this account through me, he told me to post for him to give you a hand Dirk, and he says its possible to go on without him after this post. He was hospitilized on thursday, but isn't to bad and is useing me to check his account on this and other stuff to keep him informned on messages.)
The orb enshrouded Reaper had not but taken a guess at what was about to happen and in good time, smart to heed the dark wizard Varak's warning and the encanting sight that was obviously incredibly dangerous, even protected he decided it would be safest to loose some ground and travel back a margin his imaging repeating as he moved. The strange potrals that had allowed the birds to come were gone, and an impressive amount ad been killed by the flash of Varaks attack. Then the hole caught his eye and he had Astro projected his spirit to find the souls of any who had unluckily fallen in this display. One raised his head nodding in his dulled state now that his spirit was seperated from his body, "That was very impressive." He said out loud and psychicly as he stood in his shelled barrier in mid air, he was like a zombie in expression because of the seperation and was relitivley entertained back in his subconsious, he liked to watch displays, hence why he had been such a trouble maker back in his day, making people fight was something he loved to see, it was so impressive at times, and nothing was ever the same.
In another Area, a small flock of the birds were suffering casualties to the being that was known as Ko, They Kawed and swooped, others had got the Idea, enough fear to the animals over time would make even something so simple minded nd controlled to sucumb to the want to run/fly away. A person would fall over near the demon blood leaking out his cheecks and around the left eye he was holds, he had probably been blinded as three crows harassed the poor man, if they could get Ko then they would harass someone else.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:17 am
Varak was pleased with what he had accomplished but was not surprised since he knew what he was capable of. As he stood there he couldn't help but realize that it was still silent. Some thing is wrong. Varak stood there for a moment trying to figure out what was happening. Then all of a sudden two vines made of rotting flesh shot out of the pillar beneath his feet latching on to his ankles with a painfully death defying grip. Even for an undead necromancer the pain was excruciating. Every little twitch sent a violent shock of pain up his spine. What is this?! With a flare of seishou Varak transfer his body from this plane to the next. In doing so he would actually free his left leg from the rotting flesh vine but his right leg would still be caught. "NO! Whats going on?" Varak yelled into the half Nether. Upon right after saying this, whispering voices would begin flooding into his head beyond his control. This one is strong... We can handle him... We should like to keep this one... His power is useless... I can fix that... What should we do with it... I can feel his soul..."AHHHAAAA. Get out of my head!" The voices were all different but alike at the same time. They all sounded like older woman. Some curious, some full of hate, and sounded as if they were arguing while others got along. They spoke very quickly and were hard to follow and understand at times. Using his own powers he would try to block the thoughts. But in stead of blocking them they would be transmitted back out into the world. Now the villagers and even the Reaper would be able to hear the damned voices echoing through there head. "AARHHA! What do you want! Who...ARE YOU?!" Varak demanded but the voices just continued. He is going to be difficult... We can straiten him out... But what if we cant... Then we will kill him... No. I sense he will adore us... And we will adore him... He will make a fine addition... I still say we kill him... Rip him to pieces... Maybe we should ask him... I want to force him... He won't be enough... We need more... Ha..Ha..Haaa... Lets eat him now... No... We will eat him together... I don't like the way he smells... We thrive for this one... Varak has now faded back to the material plan having been unable to escape the clenches of the vines. After nearly ripping his face off with his bare hands he was at full bore with his seishou. Both hands lit up with black flames as he created his death orb. It grew in size quickly. "You wont take me!" Stupid Necromancer... That wont help you... You are already taken... We have taken you... Pathetic... Disciplining will be enjoyed... There is more suffering to be had... We are saving you... I want to squeeze him... Rip his head off... HaHa.. The future shall boast no mercy from you... You love us... Come Child... It is time to come in... Death... We wish to play... We wish to kill... Death will prevail... You are ours... Forever... AAHHHAA..Ha..Ha..Haaa... Varak slowly began to lose control over his power as the laughter resided. The orb began to disintegrate and wrap itself around Varak. "NOOO! RAHHH AHHHHHH!" Varak was burning and melting to the ground. The smell of his flesh would not be forgotten any time soon. The pillar that his was standing on began to crumble and break beneath him. Finally giving out Varak would go crashing down into the bottomless pit. To be herd from again, nobody knows. Minutes after Varak disappeared groans and sounds of the dammed could be herd echoing from the door way once again. It would not be long before unwanted visitors from the Netherworld came popping out of the hole in the middle of the market. Varak's armies would soon discover that Varak was gone and would return to the spire. Will some one be able to close the door again or will this be too much for the village to handle. With their chief gone will Trance be able to survive the evil that waits for it? Only time will tell. HaHaHa..Ha..Ha..Haaaaa... We always get what we want... We will not stop until they are all dead... We own you all... Bow to us child... Fear not... We will protect you... We love our pet... And you love us..."Yes... I bend to your will... I serve thee, my love... My creator... My savior..." (OOC; Sorry but this will be the last post that I put up for Varak for the next while. I would have liked it to have been more but its not going to happen.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:36 am
Ko had noticed the birds backing off and Varak was finally completing his grand plan. His fanged smile never left his face as he enjoyed the scene of mayhem and the greater growing smell of the Nether filling his nostrils. After a few moments he felt odd, as if his link with Varak was being forcibly used against them. Ko's eyes instantly shifted as he took on his original form and rushed to where Varak was with great speed. Upon getting to Varak he found his master writhing in pain from something attacking his mind if Varak clawing at his face was any indication.
He forcibly tried to send his thoughts to Varak through their link but instead got a powerful backlash of pain. Ko's pain tolerance was very high due to his days in the Fel but this was a pain no mortal or immortal could stand. After falling to his knees in pain a cold icy hand touched his shoulder in a comforting manner as if to say it would be alright. Ko instantly looked over his shoulder but found no one. Ko was confused but his main concern was Varak at this point so he turned his head to Varak once more only to see Varak engulf himself in one of his Death Orbs. Ko roared as he got to his feet and started to move towards Varak once more. Once he took the first step Ko felt the cold grip turn from a comforting one to a clenched grip and some unknown force pushed his entire body to the ground regardless of his own demonic strength. Ko roared as he tried his best to get up to get to his master but he couldn't. He could only watch as Varak fell into the gate that he made.
Ko never thought he would truly feel sadness for what would he be sad about when he would outlive most anything and even would outlive Varak in most any way, but he felt sadness that his master was taken from him.Truly magnificent.....Demon and mortal bonding.......MY children never aloud here but he let them.....He was chosen to open the gate for you and yours.....You have another purpose though....come home.....I will show you why... The tantalizing voice of a sensuous woman bombarded his thoughts as he felt the icy grip leave him and the strength in his legs could once more carry him. Who are you? Why do you speak to only me? Or are you the one that was in Varak's head? Tell me now woman or I will.....
HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR SIRE THAT WAY!! DO NOT ASSUME YOU ARE MY SUPERIOR FOR I AM ALL THAT YOU ARE AND MORE!!The crushing weight returned ten fold and slammed Ko into the ground and made cracks before something lifted Ko and flung him into the gate to the Nether. Ko fell into the gate with little knowledge of what to expect but only felt the power of the Nether consume him just like it did the first time he traveled from it to Termina. Ko was swallowed by the void as a dark power flexed and shifted before energy from the pit resounded through the place once again but with a demonic taint that everyone should feel. The true opening of the gate was at hand and no one but the on lookers would understand it until the demons came pouring out. Ko would not return from the Nether as he had been called and would answer that call as if Varak had commanded him to do so, with speed and efficiency.
(Ko is gone and will not return unless stated otherwise.)
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:47 pm
One narrowed his eyes at the Anomaly that just happened, He was preparing, in the Last couple of seconds Varak was in the Area one shot over to his position and swung his Scythe, It was nothing personal but the Scythe said the man was about to die. However as his Scythe went to impact the strange Orb of energy that Wreathed around Varak stopped his scythe in its tracks "What the?" The reaper would question as the weapon would be sent ripping out of his grip and hurled away from him by an invisible force, probably what Varak appeared to be talking to, although One assumed it was insanity taking over it appeared he was wrong. He floated in front of the place where Varak was. phasing back into view his eyes were that of Confusion, he shouted down the pit the Reaper all of a sudden looked angry "You Stole what was mine, Varak is mine!" He spoke down the hole of coarse not to receive a response, he didn't mean Varak was his in a malicious way, but the Necromancer should have died considering how the spell appeared to mess up, meaning that his soul would have been fore-fit to One. However Varak was simply gone, confused one moved onto raising his arms as several little portholes began to appear, allowing the Crows to exit the vicinity into the holes as One sent them away.
Next One floated to the roof of one of the buildings in the area and sat on top of it opening his left hands palm as slowly his Scythe would float over to him. He would take a hold of it then watch the area afflicted by Varaks spell, He was hoping for some Fatalities so he could do his job, he also wanted to see how these events played out, the people of this village would probably be pretty freaked out by the Anomaly. One decided to go do work while waiting for something to happen as his eyes widened and he fell into a limp position on the roof, his head was still starring across the area, but most of his consciousness left his body as he projected his soul off with his scythe, the weapon vanishing from his real hand. Lucky for him his body was mainly out of sight or he'd be easy picking for the strssed out villagers.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:19 pm
[Enter from Wickia woods]
Cheville would walk slowly trough the streets towards the anomaly. She could feel in the fabric of chaos already over taking the nature of trance was in a even more turbulent state than peer usual. what ever fool had put himself in place to take it upon himself to try and fiddle with dimensional magic in a "energy well" such as trance had most likely come to a well deserved end. The people had fear stricken faces and though they were afraid and some falling into madness, this despair was the closest Cheville could come to having a welcoming party to her arrival. Even before she'd descended from the roofs above coming from the woods, she could hear the silence. The pain and the voices, the millions of voices. Not only from the people but from the very earth it's self crying out in calamity. A child had approached and she was looking more down trodden than usual, her face was smudged with dirt and her eyes puffed from crying. It was something people sometimes did with little more than a need to release the stress of the days lived here. Though the people lived they continued to have pieces of them torn out of them. the soul tearing pain of having your home constantly ravaged, the fear of hoving know were be safe.
"Lady Cheville?...can you stop it...t-there were two of them...and...a-a-and they just kept shouting. Demanding we know who they were, they harassed use, and it was fine. We're used to it, but they kept asking for the council men to come and meet them. Yet they never came...n-no one came!" The girl would tell her story trough heaved breaths of panic and fear and she'd grab onto Cheville's leg to to hide her face.
Looking around at the people peeking out of the cracks in the walls full of fear from a series of events which was just becoming to much for one day even for a village not foreign to pain and havoc Cheville would only raise her cloaked maken staff above her head and call out a few solitary words. " I... I cannot fight alone!...You cannot fight alone. We all cannot fight these evils alone forever as things are. The council keeps use from the mist, and our best minds and shaman work for use the best they can. Yet they are breaking their backs with the few who've come to join in the unprofitable action of savig this village from it's self... I say we need not worry about the outsiders or any of the monsters, until we learn to banned together! Until we learn to fight with out or ace's, our knights, our kings. they do not make your worth. You do and you should fight for where you live. Do not wait for help...you are help!,Do not wait for peace...Create your own peace! Do not wait to be unified...Unify yourselves as our village, we shall not fall to our despair, We shall fight the evils of all boarders and stand as one grand nation! May all fools fear use! May all Fear Trance Village!!!"A sudden thunderous uproar of villagers working out of their holes in the wall seemed to flood back into the street more so than before and the look on as Cheville moved forward to the portal to the neater. The shaman were waning under the pressures and the elders were mad to let one of the few who gave hope to leave on some mad caped adventure of gain. What could be gained other than creating a stronger Trance. The answer eluded Cheville.
Raising her staff towards the portal many various threads of light would seem to form and perforated the very fabric of reality which the portal bridged with a girded patch of the threads made of condensed sigils. Drawing closer with each step Cheville would begin to chant under her breath and mover her stave from side t side forming moderately sized sigils in made air made of the thousands of small ones inside her threads. The seem in space closing with every pas of her staff it began to pick up speed as it came to being half way sealed. Opening her eyes from her chant Cheville had summoned fort enough focus to seal the portal. As she worked she could feel something gnawing at the edge of her thoughts, her reason. Something filled with greed. Yet it would find no home in cheville. Distinctly her Arcane tapestry and her shamanistic teachings had built her to be strongly immune to such influences. It was one of the major point which made the necropolis and trace different. Despite both cultures heavily interacting with the nether, Shamans sought control by division and careful knowledge of the spiritual realms. Necromancers stood haplessly and dangerously full brunt with in the forces of the nether world and embraced all of it's power, be it for the good or the bad. The portal would finally close as Cheville would sigh and the people about would clap and then turn to go about their business. Falling into a hopeless stint of despair and then going back to work was something the people and merchants of Trance had found them selves used to. Now Cheville had to head for the chieftains pavilion. Yet she'd feel one of the necro-verse's minion's still about. With out needing sight she could feel the natural breath of death from his position. Looking directly at the roof one was sitting atop. She'd wait with a scowl on her face as she wasn't a the least bit pleased with having to clean up after necromancers and the like.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:18 pm
One was laying sideways on the roof his eyes would be slightly wide and almost empty as if he was alive but not there, this being half true. However one trick he could do was keep his body active while he was absent, he watched as if remembering a Television show as the person called Lady Cheville had arrived and seemed to be listening to the herds complaints, at this point One was retracting his soul so he could watch this in proper detail. It took until the woman had just started to undo Varaks spell for One to come back into reality. He watched and studied Cheville as she went about her work, he hadn't often seen people as skilled with magic as this, to seal a Gigantic Anomaly such as this took allot of power and effort and One could only deal with specific types of Anomaly.
Soon, or to One is was no time at all Cheville had finished dealing with the Porthole and One couldn't help but feel impressed "To think I though mortals were all falling back on technology." He said proudly as he considered the closing of the anomaly impressive. He starred at her for a second before she looked his way, he didn't realized he had been spotted for a minute, the reason being he was something people didn't want to believe in. People tended to Ignore him, not out of rudeness, just because they didn't want to believe in things like him. He however could tell he was being looked at, he sighed and stood up Vanishing immediately and re-appearing a couple of Feet in-front of Cheville, he floated a couple of inches off of the ground as was custom of him and gave a mock bow "I see you spotted me... Good job with the Porthole I must say." He said completely Ignoring the Events that proceeded her arrival, he smiled although was looking in the reflection of his scythes blade to make sure nobody realized he hadn't left yet and began to get rowdy. However One hopped not for petty conflicts, he'd just scare the people off anyway, "So your name is Lady Cheville, an intense knowledge of Arcane magic you must have if I am not mistaken." He complimented, his child like face seemed pretty content and uncaring, possibly cocky, but his commendations were genuine he really was impressed, he also wondered if he could get out of trouble without having to pay up....money or blood.
( I feel my post way not good enough but thats All I've got for now sadly...)
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:52 pm
Cheville would watch carefully as the apparition of death would make his shift from above to ground level. Her eyes moving in a sense as if she could follow the movement. She'd stand tall and hold her staff before her as she'd watch the mans grin and face carefully. The shamans had thought her to respect death to an extent, yet their were those of the race whom sought only to meet their quota. The vultures of life. Cheville neater knew or wanted to know if this reaper was true to his banality. holding the balance with in nature as he should, or seeking to rush his order by tipping the minds of mortals and creatures of the like. The politics of it all just drained her in the most trivial of ways. Yet she'd present herself as she'd always done, and try to move along as she had things to do and ading to her list of grudges to settle was not something she wished to do. so she'd be frank with him.
"Your compliments are wasted here reaper. My knowledge is of no of your concern and your concentrated presence is not needed either. Why are you dwelling here when the death tool here can be simply answer with an astral visitation? I'd like to ask you what happened here in full detail and your own part in the events, but I need to be moving on soon. As you can see this village is fairing poorly even with out persevering defense from the mist, these people still have to deal with smart asses who seek to bring them even further down they they are already. Please, don't make me fight you. I've had a long day as it is and slaying a creature of a neutral setting would be rather against my teachings. Yet if you continue to cause mischief that is what will happen. I'll forgive all pass transgressions as long as you tell me why did you come here?" Her face was held a gentle beauty but her expression and tone were strong and blunt. It wasn't a threat and it wasn't a challenge she'd simply state her position and her duty towards it. When the day started admittedly cheville had expected for some massive monster to ravage the town and for it to be over and killed by noon, but nt this series of unfortunate events. "As things are I'll giveyou the only formal welcome you'll see here, welcome to Trance Village, our little hell on earth." Looking around the shaman who'd recognized One as he came back into focus had lowered their head in respect for the conversation the two were having and some out of fear. Though Shamans were supposed to except death as a part of life, in doing so over coming the fear of death. Yet the mortal coil of emotions were roughly shed and not all shaman held true to the teachings as some others did. Cheville had no reason to delve into explaining how or why her affinity or knowledge was extensive enough to close the massive portal, but she'd let it be known in her expression that she did hold power, and she did have some connection to the divine.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:27 pm
One blinked, a welcoming was something he didn't expect although considering what was said prior to that he of coarse knew his presence was not enjoyed, he sighed mentally, he was always bad with people, probably a reason he had no real friends, other factors existed, but he was just not good with people, especially considering his job. "To your first question I will say I was here to do some research and because I had an appointment with someones soul, but that went a little array." He said remembering his Scythe deflecting off of the energy, practically nothing could stop his Scythe in that state. Also Varak had been taken away before One could recover his composure to inspect the situation, it was a little to quick. "I won't make you fight me don't worry about that, I'm not a violent being particularly." He pointed out with an honest expression, fighting was just sport to him, he normally didn't fight unless he was challenged, or unless something angered him and his actions would not reflect any real effect on the natural order.
One sighed, the next part would not make Cheville happy "I can't tell you why I'm here in detail, I'm not allowed to as I don't break Vows of silence, also because I didn't ask many questions, I came along to see what would happen. Me and the other one here were not here for violent reasons, although when we waited for the Elders and got no results My friends temper frayed. Hence he started his fireworks, began calling the porthole in otherwords." He wasn't being very descriptive, this was because he wasn't being payed for information that was from a different faction as Trance, he sighed and would be detailed about himself "So while my partner in crime so to say opened up the gate to catch attention, also I think for experimental reasons. I Proceeded to unleash a Flock of ravens. Yes they were a little rough with these people that is true, but if the Elders had decided to show themselves or be here this would have been drawn out and you might not have had to close this gate and my friend wouldn't have got sucked in. Yes a couple of people died with him who would not have. Those deaths are another reason why I am here. Although I mainly claim to be a watcher... and this was the closest thing I've had to fun in decades." He said not trying to sound dark as it was true.
He had covered the very basics of what had happened he also had to point out one more thing "Also this failed experiment was one persons Idea, try not to condemn a nation to what one person did thats how wars get started." He said knowing that Cheville was probably smart enough to know where the spell came from, necromancers and practitioners of dark magic were all to common in the Necropolis, and it was true to what One knew that Varak and his little adventure was not the will of the council, however wasn't denied. I'm going to have to use the spire to find out what happened to his soul. One though to himself as Varak came to mind, if anywhere could answer where the soul had went it would be there. "I apologize but I can't be any less vague than that, you have to understand even if I did get carried away I can't just tell you it straight out, we were interested in Trance's magic and wanted to research it, thats the only specific detail I will give you.. and its only in return for the souls I Harvested from this village." He was wondering how Cheville would react but he had one question "So Lady Cheville... How did you know I'm a Reaper? Almost everyone confuses my with a Necromancer or Wannabe soul collector." He said remembering past insults clearly, he smiled slightly "You've been around enough Death to recognize the presence or some other reason?" He asked highly curious, he was tired of answering questions and decided to ask his own.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:51 am
Cheville sighed as she'd pinch the bridge of her nose drawing in a breath to reply to the reapers retelling of the events which had conspired in her absence. "well even if you had a appoint meant don't you all have ulterior means to reap...though i say this since I can clearly see your a stronger reaper than others. despite your need to peak your interest of this area's plight and unique display of chaos, would you please not help steer up havoc just to call fort a response. I'd think a creature as old as you might be would avoid playing into some temper tantrum. since you've been clear on your intention i can tell that things have just snowballed out of control. Please avoid incident like this next time, and I beg you to avoid to many dimensional abilities here the fabric of space and time here is really saturated with magical energy of the various random portals which form and the slight seishou which still makes it past the luxia towers barrier against minerva's mist. As far as war we have one on the horizon already, and one with the necropolis wouldn't be in my interest so make sure you undead keep your dealings to yourself. Here we have enough trouble. As much fun as you think this was it's just another day to use. As for those souls lost, we'll preform the proper burial rights and retrieve their souls since their bodies were lost. So~ would you hand them over. After the funerals you'll have full reign to do your job. We prefer for them to actually see the ritual." cheville would walk past One as she'd trust him to simply comply since it wasn't out of his way to preform her request. As she'd walk away from him she'd continue to speak in a raised voice so he'd hear.
"Currently you may have a field of souls to handle in the not to distant future so i'd wai5t for the show to begin. As horrid as ou creatures can be you have your natural purpose. Your still not as disgusting as the Gearfolk." Her nose would curl as her eyes would fill with hatred and rage, but with a deep breath she'd exhale and let go of some of the still remaining spite she had from the earlier event of the day. now things had to move forward and the elders of the village had to answer. she may never come to see the reaper again or he may be the one to take her soul in the future. Who knew, but she want going to let her soul leave the earth with out doing all she could for her people first. As for her position as a taboo swordsman it still eluded her as to what it truly meant for her to be one of the legendary wielders of a maken. despite the blade and the title only brought her trouble in her past and meant she was marked as an out cast for life. despite her current train of thought the chevilles mind would drift from the elders to her missing sister Mayflower who'd gone missing four years ago. Placing her hand on one of the young shamans she'd known about town who were by now adept with astral projecting she'd ask them to see to it that the reaper reveal the souls to be respected in a funeral ritual before the day was done. planning a gathering of family was to depressing as people came and went in the village to often to really think of treating it as any sort of proper get together. "Good day Grim Reaper One!" saying this a number of passers by would look at one with shock ,frightened, or puzzled expressions of his existence and presence.
[Exit to Chieftain pavilion]
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:49 pm
One only listened with his vaiugh smile until she mentioned the G.E.A.R.B.O.L.T people Ohhhh yes them I completely forgot about that place.. He though his eyes narrowing a bit, he sighed and raised a said "Goodbye Cheville, I'll see you soon." That was the funnest thing any Reaper had the privilage of saying, especially as he could mean anything by it and with his age soon good be generations. One raised a brow as he looked at the Shamman and scowled a little spinning his Scythe and as the crystals on it would glow in a dazzleing unlight a pulse emmited releaseing the newly collected Souls, he did not enjoy doing this but he did it anyway. One pointed at them "When the rituals over they are mine, I've tagged them so I will come for them shortly." He didn't care how long it would take them to finish thier funeral rituals. He then turned away and vanished, for a second a mass amount of image's of him would appear in varying positions around the town before he was gone.
(Exit To G.E.A.R.B.O.L.T)
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 6:00 pm
||Entrance: Bree: Village Square||Bree was moving like a shadow, making her presetance invisible to the untrained senses. She sped pass a couple of booths, one that was selling apples and the other that sold her favourite cakes, mini starberry favoured angle food cakes. They were about the size of someone's palm. They were sweet, light and chalked full of sugar. As she passed the booths, she swiped an apple and a cake and left a large gold coin at each booth that was more than enough to pay for both with one coin. The people here had a hard time getting business becuase of trust issues that floated around this village and she felt generous today. She quickly wolfed down ((Pun intented)) the cake and then started on the apple as she ran. Taking a big bite out of it, chewing, then swallowing. Took another bite, chewed and swallowed. She repeated that until only the core was left. She threw that up into the air. A crow swooped down and caught it mid-air and flew off. Crows were smart little pests. Could learn how to do just about anything. She'd taught a few of them how to catch stuff mid-air. She liked wolves more, but crows had a certain appeal to her. They were smart, were tricksters and liked pranking people just as much as she did. But, that was besides the point. Now that she had something in her stomache, she could fight. She sped up and headed for the Wickia Woods. She just hoped Jase was still following her. ||Exit||
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 9:43 pm
Fortunately for Jase, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. There wasn't much that could escape his vision. So therefore, Jase was right on Breena's heels. If one were to suddenly see him, they would be very confused as to why he was mad. Like really, his shoes were on fire!!! Who would be mad? Most would be screaming and trying to put out the fire. Only those who understood what Jase could do with his fire would understand his feet being on fire. "I'LL GET YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jase screamed as he chased her out of the market.
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