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 Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 1:16 pm
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Our story begins with another battle, Mortis/Azreal fighting for Wrath. A short time skip later the battle is won and Mortis sits cleaning her blade. Somni walked through the dead saying prayers, she pauses at one of the bodies. Curious Mortis approaches her and asks why she stops. ☆Credits☆
(Mortis) Asmoda - Kisetsu no Ai
Somni Tanti - III The Sorceress III
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 6:56 pm
 AsmodaKingdom: Wrath Rank: Fallen knight of Patience
This is why she was created, for battles like this. Clashes between kingdoms were her favorite things. It did not matter who she was fighting because Cruor was given the chance to taste blood. She stroked the shaft of her spear affectionately, they had gone through much together yet here they stood side by side. Friends and lovers left over time, but not weapons. If you treat your weapon well they will treat you well, and she treated Cruor as well as her family, if her family stilled called her one of her own.
But one did not need family, ties and emotions help you down, there were only two emotions that were needed to help you survive, fear and anger. Fear granted the wisdom to know when an opponent was more powerful than you, anger gave you the strength to beat them. The soldiers around her, they were shifting about nervously, this was the first battle for many of them, they were the lucky few, they remembered their first battle. She remember nothing except the pain of Falling and dejection.
She had wandered for years until Mortis me the king of wrath, gaining a place in his kingdom was easy, men only ever wanted one thing, the pigs. But Azrael had to hand it to Mortis, the girl managed to gain them a position in Wrath's army. She might only be a soldier, but that was not because she lacked the skill, it was only because these people knew her as a Knight of Patience. She would have to trust that they were not lying to her, but she doubted that they would.
The poor soldiers. They felt fear, it was only natural because death would come for many of them. She was blessed with the fact that she no longer cared if she died, it was free. Instead she let anger course through her veins, someone had wronged her and she would kill these people because of it. One of the commanders began to shout orders at the soldiers but Azrael did not listen to him, there was no need for her to, she knew more about war and fighting than they did, she knew more about tactics and strategy. But she was not the leader so there was no need for her to try to lead. Yelling filled the air as the two sides rushed towards each other.
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Mortis sat on a rock, wiping the blood off of Cruor, bringing the blade backing to a shining silver. Another battle had been one, a great many lives had been taken, many by her. Though she remembered nothing of the battle. She gave into her bloodlust, it was the only way for her to survive. Sleeping with the king was how she got into the army, getting in the army was how she provided for herself, giving into the rage was how she survived the battles.
Others around her were not so lucky. They had lost a great many people, countless more were injured. But not Mortis, a few scratches and burns marring her skin were the extent of her injuries. She had been using a spear longer than many of these soldiers had been alive, they stood no chance against her. Sighing she tossed the blood soaked rag to the ground. "Thank you friend" she whispered to Cruor.
The fallen angel looked around the field. Bodies lay everywhere, some still groaning as they lay dying. There was no hope for them. They were the fortunate ones who got to pass on to the next realm, Mortis was not so lucky. Though she made a living by war she hated it. War marred the land. The once green grass was darkened by spilled blood, both friend and foe. The grass would die, leaving this land baron for years. So many resources were put into fighting, very few were put into rebuilding. But she would keep fighting, keep fighting until the war was done.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 7:24 pm
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank:Priestess tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx tick tick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick"Dreams are bad...when all they do is leave the truth behind...” So many of them lie dead. Wait. Was one moving? No. Just a bird pecking at a corpse, a vulture picking at its first course of the feast which spanned further than she could see. Speaking of seeing. Somni watched as the vulture attempted to peck at an eye of the soldier who lay dead. She closed one eye and shook her head. Not something she wanted to think about really. But there was a job to be done she supposed. It was why she was here, was it not? Give inspiration before a battle, fill them with a fire like no other. Then when the battle was over, make sure that fire she ignited did not stay here if it needed to move on.
With her book in hand, Somni shuffled across the field, only a few feet from where she originally stood. She studied the body on the ground. Stabbed in the neck. A shame. That bone was not so lucky for this person, no? He should have carried other ones on him, to make more luck. He could have been alive then. Silly people forgetting about such things. Always have to carry an extra thing or two of luck. Horseshoes. Rabbit’s feet – why were they so lucky? They did not even look too impressive to her. An extra hyoid bone. Such simple things really!
Somni quietly sighed and opened the leather cover of her book. Slowly, she flipped through the pages. Really, why read a prayer for someone so silly to forget extra things for luck? Because it was her job and she would rather not be responsible for someone’s soul lingering around here to pester others. In fact, that was probably the last thing she needed. So. Time to go to work. Where was the page that talked about being stabbed in the throat by an enemy soldier? Oh yeah. It was all just generically combined into a simple prayer to be uttered on one conveniently hard to locate page. Oh wait. She had the corner folded. Planning ahead. Always useful, just as much as the extra luck that a few certain and corpses she would and could not name found out.
Gold eyes drifted slowly from one side of the page to the other as Somni began to quietly say the prayer.
“May the Gods refresh your soul.” One down. So many more to go. And so did the weaver continue to locate bodies of the soldiers of her kingdom and say the same long winded prayer which ended in ‘may the Gods refresh your soul’. Why would she bother praying for those worthless enemies? Their souls would not possess the anger, the strength, or the willpower to haunt people on this realm. Nothing to worry about really.
The benefit of having enemy bodies left over though was of course, she could collect what she wanted to from them. Why, she would not steal from or mutilate the bodies of her own soldiers. Never. But the enemy! Why. They were fair game. Thus did Somni wander from those who served Wrath over towards the bodies of which ever kingdom had decided to engage with them. She honestly paid very little attention to the matter of who it was or was not. For a good while, she simply stood over a single corpse, examining it and tilting her head to the side occasionally as she lost herself in her thoughts, debating on which action to take – if this one would make a good addition to her collection or not.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:32 pm
AsmodaKingdom: Wrath Rank: Fallen knight of Patience
Mortis always stayed behind after both sides left. Though she hated the smell of death, she prefered the peace that came with being with the dead over the ruckus created by those who were still alive. By now the soldiers would be drinking in celebration. Had she been there they would have tried to get her drunk and then tried to get into her pants. Men were stupid like that. She wore little armor on the battlefield because she wanted as little to interfere with her movement as possible, not because she desperatly wanted some man to show her 'what it was really like to be a woman'. Normally such requests were met with the blunt end of her spear. By now if someone dared to ask something like that of her, they were too drunk to remain conscious.
She was not alone though, there was another person here, a cloaked figure walking amongst the bodies. The person wore a mask so it was hard to tell whether or not it was male or female, or which side the person belonged to. Mortis watched the figure with growing interest, she paused at each body, muttering something before moving on. Mortis's guess was that she was a priest, saying a prayer for the souls of the departed, though whose side the figure belonged to was still a mystery. Perhaps she belonged to know kingdom and wandered around giving prayers to the deceased. Mortis supposed that was all well and good, everyone deserved a good after life, well most people did. What fate had in store for her was a mystery. It honestly seemed like she would never die, something that she was not real happy about.
She looked at the sky, what would happened when she died. Before she thought she would be granted happyness, but she was a fallen angel, she was supposedly a creature of evil. She did not feel evil though. Sure she killed people, but it was not because she enjoyed it. She killed for survival and in her mind that was not something evil. But did it really matter what she thought? Those she talked to seemed to have conflicting opinions, if they disliked her they called her evil, if they needed her help they told her what she did was understandable. They wondered why she called them hypocrites, because in the end that is what they were. They only cared about themselves.
The masked figure stopped over a body. Was this one still alive? It seemed unlikely, if there was a chance he would live the healers would have taken him away by now. The figure did not seem to be talking either, not a whisper was heard when Mortis closed her eyes. She what was she doing. Curiosity controlling her actions, Mortis stood up, slinging Cruor on her back, smiling at the familiar weight.
Gracefully she walked among the dead, her bare feet never slipping in the spilled blood. Yes that man was dead, yet the masked on still remained. Mortis closed the distance between the two of them. "Why do you pause, is there something special about this one?
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:50 pm
Kingdom: Wrath
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Somehow though, while these thoughts passed through her mind, and she had begun to look over everything, she had failed completely to see the other person. Somni whispered to herself quietly behind her mask as she searched for something to possibly use. She fell completely silent though at hearing the words of someone near her. Her eyes grew wide. She was normally the only one left behind after such things! Someone else was here?! She hated collecting in front of people.
Somni turned to face other person and backed up somewhat as she reached into the deep pocket of her cloak and drew out her book. She held the book up in a defensive manner in front of the lower half of her masked face, as if the book would protect her from that spear which this person held. Well. Maybe it could? No. It was not thick enough. She shook her head, not something she would be willing to test out first hand.
“Nozing. Nozing. Et. Uh... Refreshing souls. Mhmm.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 3:29 pm
AsmodaKingdom: Wrath Rank: Fallen knight of Patience
The voice had an accent, one unfamiliar to Mortis, though she was still understandable. Though there was no way telling whether or not this figure was a man or a woman, the voice was more Feminine and Masculine so Mortis would assume that she was speaking to a woman. One she had never seen before. Then again that could be because the woman was wearing a mask, obviously to hide who she really was.
She sighed to the woman. "There is no need to fret, I am not here to attack you. Cruor has been fed enough today, I have no desire to spill the blood of an innocent." Those who knew her thought that she did, they have even accused her of doing so, but never in her life had she killed someone that had not been trying to kill her. Certainly she would knock someone out, but that was not the same. She usually did that when it was in their best interest. Some people needed to be taught a lesson but live from it, others deserved to die. It was said that it was not the job of the mortal to act as a god, but she was not decided who lived or died. They made the decision themselves and she helped them enact the decision.
The woman's story was true she supposed. She saw the woman saying prayers to 'refresh' the souls of those who had recently departed, but something was sitting wrong with her, something was not right. "Yes I see that you have been saying prayers for those who had died. But you stopped at this once, you put away your book. I see that he is not alive. What is special about this one?" Asmoda placed her hands on her hips. It might be a position of aggression, but it was less hostile than holding a weapon.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:28 pm
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Rank:Priestess tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ticktick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick"Dreams are bad...when all they do is leave the truth behind...” Cruor? What was Cruor? There was no pet with her. Somni studied Mortis from behind the safety of her book. What was with her she would name? Herself? Maybe. But innocents? Was there really such a thing? A weaver learns such things when they begin to weave. Everyone has secrets. Everyone. The only exception may possibly be a child but, even that was a rare thing to find. Then again, most people or things here did not understand such things. Innocents here, during a time of war could possibly mean anyone from your country. Unless you are a hired sword, then that is something completely different.
Somni glanced towards the corpse she had been hovering over for a while, back towards the woman, back towards the corpse and finally back towards the woman. No. Clothing was different and something else was as well. The symbol of her kingdom decorated a cloth on the spear. That was somewhat relaxing to see. But still. She could not help that she could not quite wrap her curious mind around the fact that this woman thought there was such a thing as innocence.
She finally took in a breath to begin speaking but her talking was put on hold. Somni bowed her head downward and hunched over, breaking into a coughing fit which lasted a few moments, leaving her winded and struggling to breathe. Despite wanting to take deep breaths to counter the air lost from coughing, Somni forced herself to take somewhat shallow breaths in an attempt to prevent herself from having another painfully violent coughing fit.
Finally, she stood upright, her book in hand and her once wide eyes were now halfway closed, as her coughing had worn her out. Somni looked down at her book in hand as it had been lowered when she coughed. Innocents. What if this woman realized there were no such things as innocents? It took not even a moment before Somni decided that she could be safe with her own skills despite suffering from such a terrible cough.
“Es…insi-“ Somni stopped. Wrong. “Es enenmy. Curry-ous. Yes? I have look at et.” Somni backed away from the corpse. “You can have look. Yes?“
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 1:11 pm
AsmodaKingdom: Wrath Rank: Fallen knight of Patience
The woman was odd, staring between her and the corpse. Mortis could not figure out what was going through the woman's mind. Had she not been a priestess, Mortis would suspect that the masked person was a grave robber, but she had take nothing from the bodies before this one. Maybe there was not something wrong with this body, the woman was just pausing on a thought. Stranger things had happened, after all Mortis would black out during battles, maybe this woman did the same thing when she was letting the souls of those who died in battle break free of their bodies.
She was opening her mouth to say something to the woman when the cloaked woman broke into a harsh fit of coughing. Mortis reached out a hand to help her but stopped. She did not know this woman, she did not know what ailed her. Besides she was not a healer. There was nothing that she would be able to do to help, she was not a healer. If she tried to help she might end up harming the woman further, and that was not what she wanted to do. Instead she watched in worry until the woman straitened, her breathing shallow. "Are you alright?" She asked concern in her voice.
The woman spoke again, it took a moment for Mortis to understand what was being said, the woman's accent was very strange. Apparently the corpse, quite obviously not of wrath, was curious. Something was different about it which is why the woman stopped, just as Mortis had thought. And the woman wanted Mortis to examine the body as well, though Mortis had no idea why.
She stepped closer to the body of the fallen soldier, staring at it intently. "I am sorry, but I do not understand what I am supposed to be looking at." Her gaze shifted to the woman. Mortis was not a doctor, she saw nothing that made the body different than any of the others. They were all dead, they all died in the battle that had just happened, he just died differently than the one a few yards from him who was mangled. Not everyone killed their opponents the same way.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:27 pm
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Rank:Priestess tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ticktick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick"Dreams are bad...when all they do is leave the truth behind...” “Oh. I es alright,” Somni replied quietly after Mortis asked if she was alright after recovering from her coughing fit. While Mortis examined the body, Somni looked away and around for a moment, looking for others. She took a step away before stopping when Mortis.
“Kial ĉi tiu devas esti sekve malfacila?” Somni sighed quietly and shook her head. Just wanted to collect the spine. But knowing her luck, people would think was strange. A lie. That was what she needed in order to get out of this or get this woman to leave. Or just tell her the truth? Maybe? No. Maybe? Somni tucked her book away once more.
“You no find curry-ous? Ah. I. Hm. I like et. Es nice. Mhmm.” She fell silent for a few moments, staring at the corpse. She moved closer towards it, tilting her head to the side. It was in that silence that she heard something. Was it coming from that body?! Oh things just got so much more interesting! Who cared if this woman was here right now? She had to find the source of this sound – especially since it was coming from a dead person. Somni stepped closer to the body again and picked up the sword from the soldier’s cold dead hand.
She studied it for a moment and then the body, all the while, imitating the sound she heard – or rather attempting to; “tch tch. No. Tsk tsk. No. I finds et. Collect, yes? May bees es en him?” Pure excitement filled her voice, she sounded like a child opening a gift for their birthday. Somni quickly lowered herself onto her knees and felt around on the body, removing what armor was left on it. Oh she would find it! Whatever was making that sound would be found and discovered and examined! And make her oh so happy!
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:50 pm
AsmodaKingdom: Wrath Rank: Fallen knight of Patience
The woman was not fine, but she did not seem to be to concerned about her condition, or Mortis's proximity to her. If she was sick she knew it and was not concerned that the warrior next to her would fall victim to that which plagued her. Mortis pulled her hand back, letting it rest at her side as she watched the Priestess.
The language that was spoken did not make any sense to her, a tongue that she had never heard before. That would explain why the masked woman's accent was strange. Where could the woman be from, though she did not know much, Mortis had been to all of the kingdoms, and that language was not spoken in any of them. Did she come from across the sea, a land that had not been explored yet? It was possible, though in the end Mortis did not really care. She was done wandering, wandering took time, wandering was lonely. She did not have a family anymore, but she did have people. People who would talk to her, and that was something that she would not give up again willingly, it was just to hard.
Curry-ous, Mortis smiled, she did not know why, but the way the woman said the word made her smile. It was different, but in a good way. "I do not see what is curious about this. He was just another foolish man who thought he would prove something by fighting in a war. He died, it might be tragic, but it is life. We live until we die, some of us just have the fortune of living longer than others.
She watched with cool eyes as the woman took the soldiers sword from his body. Decades ago, Mortis would have been angered at seeing a dead soldier disrespected in such a way. But for some reason, she did not mind. The soldier had no use of the blade anymore, besides there was no family around that would be able to collect it. If the masked woman did not take the blade than someone else would, or it would just sit here and rust over the days until it is no more. Such an insult to something that a person put time into forging, it was better this way. Did the woman even know how to wield a sword?
She tilted her head to the side, kneeling closer to the body. She heard it know, a ticking sound coming from the body. It was the sound of a pocket watch, she had heard the sound many times before. It was probably in on of the mans pockets, though that was not what the priestess thought. Dear lord she actually intended on cutting the man open. Well it would be hypocritical of her to look down on someone for thinking of cutting open a body, that is what she did for a living, and when she cut someone open they were still alive.
Mortis laughed. "I am afraid that noise is not coming from within him, but from his pockets. She leaned over and began searching through the mans pockets. Smiling she pulled out a small silver pocket watch on a chain. Intricate knots were drawn over the case, this was a family heirloom, a gift from someone with money. Oh well, things were lost over time, and this watch was still working. Such a waste really. She looked at the masked woman. "It is but a pocket watch. Would you like it?" She held out the pocket watch to the other woman.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:35 pm
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Rank:Priestess tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ticktick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick"Dreams are bad...when all they do is leave the truth behind...” By the time Mortis had taken a knee, Somni had moved one of the stiff arms of the soldier so it was out to the side and placed a gloved hand on the shoulder. She pressed on the shoulder, feeling for the slightest indentation – the hint to where to insert the blade in order to break the cartilage and separate the bones rather neatly. When Mortis had found the pocket watch, Somni had already choked up on the handle of the sword and had already pierced the skin and had the tip of the blade already between the clavicle bone and the arm with a disturbing crack as the cartilage broke and the joint began to separate.
Upon hearing the woman near her speak though, Somni stilled her hands and looked over towards Mortis offering the ticking device to her. She tilted her head to the side slowly, then tilted it up right in small increments to the steady sound of the ticks from the pocket watch. She kept a hand on the handle of the sword but held her other hand out for the pocket watch.
“Poke-et watch? I no sees un before. I hears of zem. Enterresting.” Finally, the weaver let go of the sword but it stood straight in the body, the bones keeping the sword straight and tall while she took to examining it. The ticking sound. How nice. Constant. Hm. With the pocket watch in hand, Somni held it up, inspecting it. Once it was looked over, she lowered it and placed it against her ear after having worked her hand into her hood. She closed her eyes and smiled, listening to the tick. It was a pleasant sound indeed. Very soothing. Calming. Steady.
"Zank you. Es nice."
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