[DEAD] Demonlord Lavish
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Older than he'd admit
Physical Description: Demonlord Lavish's usual form is that of a large peacock. Its feathers shine brightly, brighter than all the gemstones in the treasuries of hell. If he needs to do something that requires thumbs, he'll take his natural form: a tall and magnificent man wearing a suit of pure gold.
Clothes and Equipment: In his peacock form, he doesn't wear much at all besides a shiny golden crown. In his full form, he wears the aforementioned golden suit and carries around a sword, which is polished enough that he can use it as a mirror. In fact, it's seen more use as a mirror than as a sword.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 9:40:22 GMT -8
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Post by [DEAD] Demonlord Lavish on Mar 1, 2016 9:47:12 GMT -8
Lavish notices the soldiers gathering above him.
"Oh? How annoying. I don't want those guys. Bleh."
Still, he continues with the spell. No sense in stopping now. He's nearly done, after all. He backs up a little bit, so that he'll be several feet away from the portal zone.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 1, 2016 10:09:08 GMT -8
That the channeling didn't stop, but merely grew stronger, counterbalancing the fact that the point of channeling seemed to descend at a very slow rate, was enough to where the soldiers now swarmed the area, all of their swords drawn as they began intruding into homes, every nook and cranny of the area to locate not just the disturbance but any clues about its presence. Doors were bust down when refused to open, and every bit would be searched.
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[DEAD] Demonlord Lavish
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Older than he'd admit
Physical Description: Demonlord Lavish's usual form is that of a large peacock. Its feathers shine brightly, brighter than all the gemstones in the treasuries of hell. If he needs to do something that requires thumbs, he'll take his natural form: a tall and magnificent man wearing a suit of pure gold.
Clothes and Equipment: In his peacock form, he doesn't wear much at all besides a shiny golden crown. In his full form, he wears the aforementioned golden suit and carries around a sword, which is polished enough that he can use it as a mirror. In fact, it's seen more use as a mirror than as a sword.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 9:40:22 GMT -8
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Post by [DEAD] Demonlord Lavish on Mar 1, 2016 10:19:14 GMT -8
With a flash of light, the portal opens. A gaping, swirling hole in reality appears directly underneath the house, large enough to swallow it up along with anybody inside. Lavish chuckles.
"Ahh...it's been too long since I've done something like that. I was worried that I'd be rusty."
He sits, still buried, several feet away from the portal. It's soothing, listening to the screaming of the damned coming from within.
"Hmm...I wonder if I have to pay these guys. Nah...I don't think so."
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 1, 2016 10:39:22 GMT -8
Lavish attempts to cast the spell. The channeling had drawn increasingly dense numbers of the Anti-Magic Sword Corps, and beyond the parameter Goraian mages had been channeling, competing for the draw on the local leylines that twisted and tied into an incredible knot that gravitated towards the artifacts that powered the Orb of Judgment. The result? With so many anti-magic fields concentrating into a single, wide culmination, his energies would scatter rather than organize, releasing in an anticlimactic way. Where the antimagic was so strong, a portal-ripping spell was rendered useless, inert without its access to the leylines beyond the parameter.
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[DEAD] Demonlord Lavish
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Older than he'd admit
Physical Description: Demonlord Lavish's usual form is that of a large peacock. Its feathers shine brightly, brighter than all the gemstones in the treasuries of hell. If he needs to do something that requires thumbs, he'll take his natural form: a tall and magnificent man wearing a suit of pure gold.
Clothes and Equipment: In his peacock form, he doesn't wear much at all besides a shiny golden crown. In his full form, he wears the aforementioned golden suit and carries around a sword, which is polished enough that he can use it as a mirror. In fact, it's seen more use as a mirror than as a sword.
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 9:40:22 GMT -8
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Post by [DEAD] Demonlord Lavish on Mar 1, 2016 10:47:42 GMT -8
The spell fizzles out.
"Aww...how annoying."
Unable to get his servants, Lord Lavish decides to act on his original plan: to check out the one singular source of pride in the entire town. The mole tunnels off.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 1, 2016 21:49:06 GMT -8
The next day, Wedge and Erich were among the many who had been summoned to formation at the end of main street, where the city proper ended and the steps to the castle led to the heavily warded confines beyond. Certainly not among those who arrived first, they'd find they'd be filed into a tight, rank and file formation. Officers, hands firmly clasped behind their backs as they patrolled the thin lines between the ranks and assured all were up to inspection, prowled the scene. Then everything went quiet--a booming voice could be heard from the front right, demanding complete and utter silence. "ATTEN-TION!"
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Zephidel
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: ?
Clothes and Equipment: ?
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Mar 7, 2015 23:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Zephidel on Mar 1, 2016 22:34:06 GMT -8
It was upon a raised dais that he stood, the breeze carrying the hem of his black great coat and long dark locks behind him in a phantasmic display of roiling darkness that encapsulated that powerful aura he exuberated, his wiry form standing before the ranks of his legion. The sun illuminated his pale face, scars crisscrossing the better part of his wan features as his quicksilver eyes seemed to glow with a hot passion that seemed to animate the very air around him. The typical spaulders he wore day to day broke the monotonous darkness of his form-fitting attire, causing his deceptively slender shoulders to glint in the sunlight with every motion he made. His voice, deep, stately and well practiced, carried itself over the ranks of the troops with a rather quick-handed opening statement.
"I am afraid you have been called here today," he said, with a tone of businesslike haste, "because our peaceful lives have been threatened by one of the scourages of the East." The end of the sentence was nearly spat out with disgust; his agita had a disinhibited, authentic quality to it even as his very official presence commanded so many in fear and awe, complements to the tight and almost carceral society that had emerged of his decision to dispose of their king and way of life.
Zephidel had delivered on his promise--security was tighter and more effective than ever before.
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Wedge
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Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 1, 2016 23:10:51 GMT -8
it wasn't so much the fear of Zephidel himself that paralyzed him, rooting him to his spot--that only seemed to occur when he drew near--but it was the rigid and uncompromising atmosphere around him... the Man to his left, the Man to his right, to Man his fore and the Man at his back all providing a sort of net in which Wedge had never felt more trapped. Ever since he had been drafted, his life had been nothing but filtering as quickly and quietly as possible through the various routines of daily military life. He hoped Erich would be present, as the presence of the king spelled the threat of death for those who did not attend... and just what was going on? Who was attacking? Who would threaten the lives of their families abroad, who in many cases had been separated from the soldiers of the First Legion after the complete and total lockdown of the capital?
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Registered: May 8, 2024 2:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 23:49:08 GMT -8
Wedge would have the reassurance that Erich was not going to die: to miss the king's speech would spell death by dishonor in the man's eyes. Erich stood at solemn attention, keenly listening to Zephidel's address. This was the most powerful one, and every syllable was to be paid close attention.
And so the word came to him that all would turn for the worse for the inhabitants of Goraia. The people to the east had come to threaten what they had. Whoever they were, they would pay. Erich could feel the hatred boiling in his veins, despite the lack of information. A chance to fight for peace was all he could want, now. He took the rise in security in stride, for it was to protect everyone.
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Zephidel
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
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Registered: Mar 7, 2015 23:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Zephidel on Mar 2, 2016 0:13:58 GMT -8
Zephidel began to pace his stage with genuine impatience, his wizened fingers clasping behind his back with an air of strenuous contemplation. The thin figure looked to the ground for a second, as though struggling to keep a growing fury under control, and then gazed across the ranks barked his orders to his subordinates. A command, a sort of rude dismissal, was what the entire formation had culminated for today, though its implications for those involved were very serious.
"This dreadful threat to our homeland already stirs beyond our borders. Your families are in danger. Your way of life is at stake. If we do not act now, our lives may hang in the balance. You know what to do." His thin, snakelike eyes seemed to target each individual soldier in person, as he seemed work almost halfheartedly to muster the increasingly marginalized will of his subjects.
"We march at dawn. Let the enemies of the state fall before your might like grass beneath a stampede!"
The Man of Shattered Dreams canted his gaze slightly to the sky, as though basking in the glory of his own decision, a living emblem of all that was narcissistic and cruel and cunning in this world.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 2, 2016 0:21:18 GMT -8
The troops had been prepared for such a moment. They replied with practiced chanting, a tremendous voice all as one, knowing their cue as opposed to feeling truly riled by Zephidel's speech. Not all resonated with the messages of their superiors; life in such a situation was a system of cues and robotic responses. Each raised their arms to salute their leader in unison, stamping their right boots hard into the ground with a thunderous stomp with each chant. "HAIL LORD ZEPHIDEL! HAIL THE HOMELAND!
HAIL LORD ZEPHIDEL! HAIL THE HOMELAND! HAIL LORD ZEPHIDEL! HAIL THE HOMELAND!"
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Mar 2, 2016 4:57:05 GMT -8
The migration of the armies was more than enough to pique the interest of Umbra, who was attempting to light an orphanage on fire with a tinderbox when the ground began to shake with the stomps of a thousand armored legs. Arresting his arseny for the time being, Umbra discreetly followed the ranks along the main street and, unless he was caught and turned away, would stay for the speech.
Bah. Politicians are all the same. "Were under attack!" "For our homeland, we must defend ourselves!" "I did not have sexual relations with that deer!" What a buncha crap.
The tautological chanting of the masses marked the point where Umbra had no interest in what would follow. He would return to the Stonevale Chapel. Perhaps he could pass himself as a priest with his current getup.
An indulgence? Oh yes, we sell those. How much? Well how much do you have..?
HAHAHAHA! This is gonna be so much fun!
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Zagarus
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Mar 2, 2016 11:40:12 GMT -8
Standing up on the dais were other generals and ceremonial figures of significant importance but lined up methodically behind their exalted leader, who spoke briefly to the troops about their mission. Zagarus stood tall, his stone cold gaze scanning the lines of troops with precision. His black cape and long hair billowed in the wind, and his left hand hand hold of a thick chain, which attached to the neck shackle of young Lamina Manira, who were she to cooperate as expected, would be standing silently at his side and completely dwarfed by the large figure who held her captive.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 2, 2016 11:58:46 GMT -8
Lamina stood there quietly, possibly the shortest stature on the stage. Her emerald eyes stared with a kind of self-pitying, blank gaze, apathetic to the state of the world around her..
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 12:12:26 GMT -8
Erich saluted with furious fervor, shouted at the top of his lungs his cries to Lord Zephidel. For the families of other people, he almost held no regard. He was driven solely by the motivation of the destruction of enemies to his Lord Zephidel and the Three Faces.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the captive Lamina. Erich supposed that she was the one who had been mentioned earlier and carried on with his patriotic duty, regardless of little girls.
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Goraia
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Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 2, 2016 13:17:06 GMT -8
Just then, the booming order called out with a thunderous command: "LEFT-FACE!" The entire Goraian army pivoted left in their places, resulting in a wide column that now faced the left side of the street that ran along the palace. Already equipped and positioned, the command was given to move out, and the column moved in the formation it was in and exited stage left, marching in a grand line several ranks thick. Apparently, the whole thing had been organized to facilitate the deployment of Goraian troops immediately, and it was the gate that they approached.
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Zagarus
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Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Mar 2, 2016 18:23:53 GMT -8
Zagarus was among those of the higher ranking who went with the army, pulling Lamina along behind the formation alongside the other generals. He kept his eyes straight on the back of the formation, as though personally assuring none stepped out of line.
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Kazekaza
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 2, 2016 18:38:13 GMT -8
Kazekaza walked behind the formation as well, his eyes mostly on Lamina, who he considered to be a pet he would put to better use than Zagarus. It annoyed him that she wasn't his, but he simply smiled, realizing that soon, he would participate in a great operation against the enemies of the state.
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Levanius Curio
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Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 47
Registered: Mar 13, 2015 16:50:16 GMT -8
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Post by Levanius Curio on Apr 6, 2016 14:09:56 GMT -8
--- King Konrad I von Audria--- Levanius Curio led him past the wards and into the city, which was a tightly knit maze of alleyways and crowded avenues. Grand reconstructure of certain venues and buildings were underway, in many cases complete. The palace seemed to have been greatly expanded, and a robust "government district" of guarded inner gates and tall fortified complexes overlooked the entry to the palace. The city looked very little like the old Stonevale of Medan.
"So... tell me about these artifacts."
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King Konrad I von Audria
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Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall, strong, and stern, the Hochmeister embodies all that a knight should be physically capable of. He has a clean-cut, stern face, with wide dark blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and short dark hair. He's taller than most individuals throughout Vessex, and rivals the Asgeirian Varan in terms of strength and posture. He's certainly an intimidating man.
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 13:14:16 GMT -8
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Post by King Konrad I von Audria on Apr 6, 2016 16:16:26 GMT -8
Konrad continued his walk-and-talk with Lavenius, as he lead him through the crowded streets. "I was not able to tour Medan before," he said, "but Stonevale is as grand as they say. It is good to see that Goraia has maintained order here; that fact relieves me. But alas, I believe my time in the wilderness, and in the heat of battle, has greatly undermined my desire to stay within such bustling city streets. I think I prefer the outdoors." "But the artifacts, right. You are familiar with Angelism? It is the worship of an angelic pantheon, and whose practice was founded by Saint John, who I mentioned earlier. And you are aware of our sigil?" Konrad motioned at his chest, where his tabard displayed a large black cross. "We are otherwise known as the Knights of the Black Cross. Saint John was ultimately arrested by his opponents, tortured, crucified upon a cross, and then burned alive. Hence the black cross: a burned crucifix. This is why we wear the Cross: it is a symbol of hardship, devotion, and the ultimate culmination of Saint John's teachings." "Now, Saint John was, by all means, a divine subject. He traveled far and wide, heard many tales, and would uncover many mysteries and artifacts. Some of these artifacts are attributed to him: the dagger which stabbed him, for example, as he was arrested. It is said to be stained with the blood of the Most Holy, and so is imbued with great power. Ultimately, however, we will not know the exact description of the other artifacts until we find the Scripture." "And let me repeat: these items are very powerful. Very dangerous, too. With great power, comes great responsibility: a tiresome teaching, but one of importance. Powerful, angelic energy imbued in mortal belongings can... make them unstable; these artifacts are unstable, and it will take powerful, strong-willed men and women to even come into contact with them. But that's not all. Should these items come into proximity with one another, their power will increase tenfold." Of course, Konrad was speaking generally, for he did not truly know how powerful the items could become. "And so when we retrieve more than one... we will need to take extreme caution." "Once several of these items are collected, we will need to seek the wisdom of a powerful sorcerer. And I am positive a divine conduit, like a beacon, will need to be built. The sorcerer will need to direct the angelic power into the conduit, which can then direct it elsewhere, such as into the heavens." Konrad looked at Levanius and spoke quietly, so no one could overhear him. " Or even the Orb of Judgement. Imagine imbuing such an iconic piece with the power of the heavens; imagine leveling entire fortresses, or even cities, with the orb - not only in Goraia, but in the world abroad." Konrad then looked forward and started walking normally again. "But without proper support, like the conduit, the collected artifacts may create a rift. This rift would consume anything in its wake, and could very well swallow up the entire city. This is also, however, an advantage. Imagine placing these items below the city of an opponent, and sucking them into... who knows where..." "Are you okay with these dangers? You should ask yourself if you really feel comfortable keeping these things for us. This is not a simple matter, it is a dangerous one, a task perhaps just as dangerous - if not more dangerous - than the Orb of Judgement. You're very well harnessing the power of another Orb, except the artifacts need to be within proximity and controlled."
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