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Le Aristocrat Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:14 am
I know it sounds cliched, but I think it might be quite fun! Ok, I will start!
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:26 am
In a flash of light, Dimitri appeared in the cave. Fires glowed around him, but there was no sound above the hiss of flames. He walked around the crude, stone walls. He began to hear whispers inside his mind. Someone was coming.
"Why are you here," hissed a voice from the shadows. "Is it too much to ask for peace in these troubled times?" A knife hissed out of the dark. As it made it's way towards him there was a flash of light. The knife imbedded itself in the wall where Dimitri had been standing. In another flash of light, he appeared next to the imbedded knife, pulled it out of the wall and sent it flying towards the shadows. He heard a scream as the knife met flesh. He strode forward to look at the body. It was a man, around sixty, grey haired and sallow skinned. The knife had met it's mark between the man's rib. He was dead.
Around his neck Dimitri could see what he had been looking for. A shimmering piece of amber on a string. He pulled it off and pocketed it.
He stood up and with a motion of his hands the corpse was incinerated in a quick explosion. In another flash Dimitri was gone.
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Le Aristocrat Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 1:43 pm
Character:
Name: Zosia Kabrenovic
Age: 18
Alliance: Heading the Eastern Alliance of Forces for the Progress and Domination of the Kabrenovic Empire, otherwise known as EAFPDK or the Forces of Evil.
Powers: Possesion and spirit/demon manipulation
Sourse of Power: A small blood stone injected into heart when child
Magical relatives: Mother and Father- no powers deseased; Brother- rules Empire with superpowers of strength and fighting skills.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 1:56 pm
The hordes of Kabrenovic were moving slowly across the land, approaching the furthest eastern boarder of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun. As the morning approached, the banners rose and trumpets were blown. The atmosphere of anger and hatred towards there who dared to speak out against their Emperor.
The camps of the opposing army were stationed just upon the otherside of the hill. The standards were brought up, majestically blowing in the wind as the sun rose over the horizon lighting the valley splash of red; a premonition surely of what was soon to come.
As the two armies came together in one huge clash of armour, the crowds started to part to let their powerful leader through. The shining black armour of the tall and graceful Emperor glimmored in the red morning light.
"Kabrenovic! Kabrenovic! Kabrenovic!" Roared the masses, as their blood rushed and swelled into the frenzy of battle.
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Le Aristocrat Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 8:38 am
With a flash Dimitri was beside the Emperor. He looked down at the fields soaking under the blood coloured, rising sun.
" Have you got it?" said the Emperor.
" Yes, Lord," Dimitri spoke the last word with a sarcastic hiss.
" Give it to me," replied the seething Emperor. Dimitri handed over the amber stone.
Over the battlefield, the enemy army was marching.
"Go, and do your work," whispered the Emperor. Dimitri disappeared in a flash of light. He appeared at the front line. Unsheathing the sword that was hanging at his waste, he turned to face the enemy. Just as the forces were about to clash, Dimitri teleported in a twirl of his cloak and appeared in the ranks of the enemy, cleaving through them with his sword. Before they could rally and attack he was already gone in a flash of light.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:16 pm
The opposition were startled. What happened? What was this thing that in an instant had killed ten men in an instant? What power can the fearsome hoards posses?
They lost a will and, like a shiver, fear and panic melted their way through the onrush of sweating men as they came into the frenzy.
As the army of my Emperor sensed this, they gained confidence and swept like a great black cloak through the enemy lines. Men dropped dead at the sight of broad swords glinting red with fresh blood dripping down them. Gore filled the valley along with the clash of sword on armour and the screams of dying men as poisened arrows from above picked them down.
It was easy for them. It was what they had been trained for. They had known nothing else since birth. War was everything. Our Emperor is everything. We must protect him.
I sat back in my carriage, safe in the knowledge of our victory. Who could stop us now? No one can defeat us now. No one.
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Le Aristocrat Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 12:43 pm
"The council has begun, please be seated," Lord Vericalis said in a deep voice. Claire Orianis sat down, her deep chestnut locks, draping her shoulders. Absent mindedly she moved her hands, and fire flickered inside of them. Around her, a dozen or more people sat down.
"Today the empire took the Land of the Rising Sun. The emperor's power grows everyday, and that sister of his troubles me more than him, almost," continued Vericalis. "We have come to the time when hiding and assasinating is not enough. It is now the time to fight in the open. We number among the most powerful magicians in the empire. We can still rally the people."
"Even if we can, the Emperor has henchmen we daren't oppose," said a man cloaked in shadows.
"If you are talking about my brother, you are most sorely mistaken," uttered Claire. " I have always bettered him in magic. I should think I could defeat him now."
"Not just your brother, although his defection was a loss for us. You are forgeting Master Ectetious, Disreal and most dangerously the princess. I should think that even one so talented as you, could not defeat her," replied the man in shadows.
"We shall see...But we will go to war," said Vericalis. "And soon."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 1:21 pm
As I rode in the carriage, watching the morning sun rise ever higher into the sky, I contemplated. Brother has put me under constant watch. He doesn't trust me anymore. I know he'd kill me if I wasn't so useful, so pleasing, to him.
And I know about those Lords. That high circle of magicians plotting against me. I know what they're up to. I have spies everywhere. Brother loves my spies. Eyes and ears everywhere. Haha, what would he do without me?
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Le Aristocrat Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 1:39 pm
Claire walked through the streets, watching the sun rising over the high buildings of the city of St. Grechien. As she saw a group of a hundred or so soldiers approach, she thought to herself, Well Vericalis did say the time has come to bring the fight to the streets.
She drew her hood up over her head, and stood in the middle of the road. The soldiers stopped ten metres away.
"Move aside," their leader grunted. Claire saw that they were guarding a carriage.
In answer to his request, a bright flame appeared in her right hand. The officer began yelling commands, but he was halfway through this when he was incarcerated in an inferno. She stepped forward, flames ringing her. The soldiers formed a line and readied their bows. Twenty arrows left their archers. Claire held out a hand. The lightning fast arrows stopped. She twirled a finger and they spun around. With a crack, they launched off into the hearts of twenty men.
But in the heat of the inferno, Claire felt a new sensation. A chill. The carriage door was opening and a cloaked figure was stepping out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 1:44 pm
The ropes wound around him tighter and tighter, carresing his wrists and chest with the grip of steel. Bound to the hard wooden chair, the ropes erroding his flesh, frinding deeper and deeper into the soft, peach skin.
A man approached, drawing his long, ornate blade swiftly as he apriached the restrained man before him. The jewled hilt shone, and sparkled in the dim half light of the fast burning out candles, sporradically placed around the room.
A language was spoken, unlike any the captive male had heard before. A harsh language, the words forming, dripping from the harsh lips of the black cloaked man.
The captive looked up. One eye was swolen shut, purple and black scatered across the pale skin. His lip swelled over, the colour of a plum, blood trickling from the gash. Blood ran from a shallow wound to the head, following the almost sensual curve of his defined cheek bones.
The man drew closer, so close that he began to wisper in the prisoner's ear, his warm breath against the tiny hairs of his cheek, causing an involuntary shuddder.
Grabbing the bound male's short, black hair, forcing his head back, the other male spoke again. To another.
Another man approached, the leather of his gloves creaking as he curled his hand into a fist ready to strike--
A male awoke, a sheen of sweat on his face. Looking down, he saw the scares borne from the action of the ropes, raw and bleeding. He couldn't remember falling asleep, despite lying down on the cold earth.
Collapsing back to the floor, falling back into a semi-concious state. It seemed as though he was still weak from the struggle, and the dream only made things worse.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 1:57 pm
I heard the shouts of my armed guard and knew there was someone stopping us. From looking into the minds of the guards I see that it is a figure in a cloak. A woman. How dare she do this to me? How dare she try and insult me like this? Who does she think she is, trying to kill me?
I stepped out of the carriage and onto the cold cobble groud. I summon my favorite demon, Asadael, into my mind. I feel his cold burning presense filling my body. Blue flames rose from my fingers and my hood fell back, revealing my face to my attacker.
Coward! Why do you still hide you face? Can you not bear to show it? Show how you can not compete with someone like me?
The death cold fire rose about me, erupting from the ground and rising ten meters up into the sky. A bellow of freezing air shot out and frost formed on the dead guards faces.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:47 am
Claire saw the blaze of blue flames hurtle towards her. She raised her hands and the clouds of fire she had conjured drew themselves around her. She directed her telepathy towards her attacker and said "Well, princess, I thought it would be a long time until I had the honour of meeting you.
Claire raised her hands and her red flames formed a hole, allowing her to see her opponent. "I hope you are ready," Claire said. She swiped into the air with her hand. Infront of her the princess went flying backwards, but gained her footing on roof of the carriage. And so started the Civil War.
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Le Aristocrat Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:26 am
Leagues of flaming arrows split the black silk of the night sky. Flames danced and sparkled, flying high up into the heavens, oblitterating everything in its path. Houses crumble beneath the wave of fire, lifes snuffed out as easily as a candle, burning its self out.
Death was all around, a hazy fog of pitch, tar and the flat reeking of burnt, putrid flesh. Arrows embedded in the charred chests of innocents, fire raging through the poor streets of the peasant village.
In the center of the village- a young boy. Wearing a long coat, his fathers- too big, falling down over his feet, the sleeves falling far past the small hands.
Tears welled up inside the big brown eyes, a child too young to see this destruction, the instant repression of his village.
A woman lie at his feet, an arrow evidently burried deep inside her chest. Coughing up blood, a trickle running down from her mouth, she reached out, feeling the grasp of the child's hand.
A slight smile crossed her mouth, her eyes seeming to cloud slightly, before speaking.
"I....love..you..."
She coughed again, the effort of speaking tearing her body apart from within.
"My child...forget..everything...this..never existed...Forget everything, My..child....."
Her arm went limp in the child's grasp.
Still the male remained, unconcious on the ground. Wrapped in his cloak, pulled down over his bruised face.
Tossing and turning, speaking words in a strange tongue; one understood by none, still undiscovered by anyone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:55 am
The sudden rip of pain rushed through me as I flew backwards.
Oh, believe me, I am I replied.
I could feel the power behind the throw, but she could never win. Her power was new, she was young with no experience.
I brought the power up inside me and let it exspell out through my hands. I watched the blue flames scorch the stones on the road, and saw Asadael leave his cross and snake burn on the foolish chest as I sent him back to whence he came. She would be scarred for life.
I climbed into the carriage... I would not kill her...
Yet.
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