[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.
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Post by [DEAD] Demonlord Lavish on Feb 25, 2016 11:04:20 GMT -8
Lavish flies over, disguised as a pretty Robin. Just another one of the hundreds of birds that flap and flutter every day.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 11:30:47 GMT -8
And so upon this time, the Serpent from The Mountains would slither his way towards the passage. The beast held a massive grin, greedily marching forward upon all four of his legs. "Ahhh, has it been this long to delve so deep?" He questioned, referring to himself to The Shadow District. The place kept an impressive depth downwards, giving Rag'Novok all the stone (As well as a variety of it) to feast upon, as well as repair. Coiling up, as if a spring, his head leaned forward over the gates, a sinister chuckle emitted as he looked down to the guard. "Tell me, Mortal.." The dragon coughed the last word out in disgust. "What... kingdom is this?" He looked upon it, not recognizing it from his years of existence, waiting for an answer from one who wasn't even upon his knees, praising such an ancient creature as himself. As he waited, his chest continued to glow and pulsate, preparing something, possibly for now, maybe for later. Little did it come to his attention that after the knight would respond that this area was Medan, the first human civilization, as well as how he would react. As a response would be given, a disgusting tongue emitted from the dragon's mouth, licking the side of the building to taste its content. Too cut, he needed the more raw stone from the entrance he saw earlier, farther into the kingdom.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 13:15:45 GMT -8
Vrosin looked at the dragon with very little attempt to hide its disgust. What a pathetic creature.
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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.
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 25, 2016 13:45:36 GMT -8
Zagarus regarded the dragon with a cold, calculating leer. The sudden arrival of massive beings was difficult to excuse as a coincidence. Perhaps Vrosin's loyalty and more importantly, his power, could be on display very shortly. Zagarus hoped Vrosin was thinking the same thing.
"This is the Goraian nation. Identify yourself."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 14:07:58 GMT -8
Pink smoke huffed out of his nose, staring at the worm with his own level of judgment. Soon staring back down to the general, his face soon was no farther than a couple feet away from his body, massive in comparison as his body unraveled.
A sudden hiss came from his throat, his chest continuing to glow brighter through the creases in it. Though greatly insulted, he was only to expect it from the younger beings. "Are you blind to the days of before?" He lifted his left arm, forming a rock from his body and crushing it as he spoke. "I've laid my fires upon this world for the entirety of its existence, allowed your blood to fester in the wounds I've lain out for you to live." He flapped his wings, chest pumped out now as he stared mightily into the sky. "I, am Rag'Novok The Shattered! He who has been slain, mortified, blown apart, yet will inevitably piece together. He whose found better future for Man and his desire for power. He whose kept judgment upon these lands, that your kind may live throughout the existence of putrid kind like the ogres and Furies from before."
His neck circled itself, looking back down to Zagarus. "The only reason why I entertain you with my words is because of what I know you wish." He hissed out, marching forward a bit as he placed his winged hand around the outer wall of the building for support, not needing it however. "Release me, mortal." He stated with authority. "Send me into the mines, and I shall devour the stone that lays there." His voice began to sound greedy, evil, desireful, but his face remained serious. "And all of your Precious metals I shall spew from my system and leave for your kind to scavenge." He offered in return, soon narrowing his eyes at Zagarus, getting closer where only a foot in between them was left.
"Hmm, perhaps this isn't what you wishhh forr~ah, something more than just this alone.." He stated, the slab of rock he was standing upon sliding forward so the dragon may walk around him, hopefully, if the general didn't step backwards. "What is it you would ask for in return, Human?" He questioned. "Is it immortality? Power beyond the normal blade?" His voice grew with emphacy the more he spoke, staring down with a sinister grin. "I can give you what you wish for, but you must let, me, Feassssst." He bargained with truth and persuasion to his words, wondering how intelligent this humanoid would be, to see if he'd actually take up this quite fair offer.
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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 Feb 25, 2016 14:39:28 GMT -8
Zagarus listened to the creature, who's arrival and speech was all too familiar to Vrosin's. Were it not for the latter's seething sense of hatred, he might have thought the two were connected... but beyond that, he understood why Goraia caused those of immense power to gravitate towards its borders. The Orb of Judgment was a power to be reconed with, after all, particularly when combined with that of the exalted Lord Zephidel.
"The only thing Goraia would want of you, aside from your immediate departure from this wall, is your eternal servitude to our Lord Zephidel..." he said, his icy gaze piercing the dragon like a freezing gale in its own right. "If it's mines you require access to... this is a deal we may be able to come to terms with.."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 15:23:08 GMT -8
A mighty roar emitted from the dragon, the ground in front of Zagarus exploding with the might of the dragon's tail. "Do you see me as a simpleton, human!?" His voice boomed out, low and hateful. "That you and this alloy worm can barter with me like the merchants that walk MY realm?" He blasted fire onto the ground from his mouth, pink fire. However, it did not so much as singe Zagarus, who was far away from it. However, with anything that cared to so much as touch the tip of the flame, it would condense and shrivel up. The dragon's heavy pounding feet soon slammed downwards and marched the other wait, his tail smacking down upon the ground once more. "If I ever return to this kingdom again and hear this Pathetic declaration as an offer, I shall burn you to a seed!!" He roared out in obvious anger, flying into the sky as a massive trail of pink energy soared behind him as he flew into the sky, having that as his departure scene.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 17:46:51 GMT -8
Drude passes right around the incomplete areas of the border, unable to be seen.
OOC: This is a post preceding hostile intent to be taken against Goraia. Drude cannot be seen and no logical action can be taken against him, however the rules dictate that my post must be acknowledged by the local government before proceeding, if I am to take hostile action. Thank you in advance.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 25, 2016 21:59:19 GMT -8
Drude would come up to a massive, unscalable wall and shut doors, massive behemoths of gates tightly sealed in all corners. No guards were outside at the moment, and even if there were, they were not able to detect him at this time.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 22:05:03 GMT -8
Drude simply slides between the bars if they are like a portcullis. He otherwise stretches over the wall. Beside that, he was already stated to have gone around the incomplete area.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 25, 2016 22:07:51 GMT -8
The walls, while large and the first to finish of three border barriers, were to be improved in due time. For now, Drude was able to slip through.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 15:29:20 GMT -8
And so from here, rather intimidating, came a massive group of ogres. Marching forward came a forgotten race of evil beings: Ogres, from the same land which Falkreath came from. However, rather than charging with a battlecry, they came quiet, grumbling and fighting, or eating, among themselves, either goblins in their mouths or human parts. By count so far, a good fifty of them marched in sloppy position, with a strange one marching ahead. This one continued to grasp the goblins that annoyed him too much, crunching down on their heads and swallowing after three chomps, then following the bodies afterwards. The beastly figure stood at a height of at least 13', and this was only the shortest of the group. He halted a good fifteen paces away from the wall, where from there, broken english was made. "I-I!! I!!!!" It roared out, pointing to itself. "-Am Krothar! We are Ogres! The mighty Ogres of Mathladeem!!!" He heard a couple grumbles and feet stomping in agreement with him from behind, looking to the guard which was closest to them with a hungry, yet disciplined, stare. "We want food! And to serve you! We want to have the king let us in! We are good fighters and miners! But we eat people!!!" His voice was hideous and annoying, yet it held quite promise if they spoke the truth. "Let's just kill them and eat them!!" Roared out one of the ogres, a couple shouts in agreement in unison before one of the taller's massive clubs smashed open the back of the ogre's head. "No!!! Stupid!! They give us people to eat already!!!" The more powerful one argued, shouting down at the dead corpse. The messenger paused for a moment, and the others suddenly grubbled and grabbled until they all agreed with another shout. However, at the very end of this point, the back of the group began to make random noises, and sudden shouts and exclamations of praise occurred, making the group of ogres part to let him walk through.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 10:47:35 GMT -8
Thrashnald walked with ease, a calm snarl to his face as his sword was hanging in his right hand, a black smoke rising from the razor-end of the blade. He looked to the ogres as they stared to him with praise, some even doing so much as going to their knees and stretching hands out towards him. The ogre that was speaking before understood Thrashnald would want audience, grasping onto another goblin and stuffing his face as he sprinted away from the path, to the back of the group. "So this is Goraia.... hmm. Interesting, is it not?" He questioned the group behind him, some speaking up and nodding their heads in agreement. As he turned, his skin could be seen, flayed, burnt, and stitched together at the neck. Though this wasn't uncommon on his body, rigged with symbols of war, this mark seemed to be recent. He waited there, for one of the guards to speak up, and perhaps Zagarus if he was still at the border. However, once one would acknowledge him, his speech would begin. "I am Thrashnald, Necromancer of Forgotten lands. It appears this kingdom bears the similar interests that I have in mind." He paused for a moment, looking to the walls. "Most.... impressive, I might add." He stated, struggling for a lesser word to describe his minor level of interesting. "However, I have not come here for praise and citizenship." He looked back to whoever he was speaking to. "I wish to speak to authority, upon the certain details of my stay, if it would be accepted." He stated, a book in his other hand now seen. "I've come to trade, in expense for your grateful hospitality, my group of servants. These ogres should prove to you a very resourceful unit, for either mining or combat. However, that is all you should trust them with, they are still monsters, afterall." With that, Thrashnald waited for a response patiently, arms folded across his chest, sword now held against his ribs as one would a dagger.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 28, 2016 17:59:32 GMT -8
"Very well," a representative called out. "We shall call for our authority so they may speak with you here. The Faces of Goraia are all.. busy, but we will have a diplomat meet you. Is there anywhere around here you can set up camp, and do you require assistance?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 3:25:58 GMT -8
Thrashnald turned around to his small group, all speaking among themselves until they saw his eyes among them. He simply waved his hand, and the whole ground sprinted to the side of the road, continuing whatever they were doing. "No... Thank you." He said with a small grin to his face, reaching out to hand him a strange, purple crystal. "Of great value, I promise." His voice came out smooth and rich, as if a king giving a peasant a chest of gold. With that, he walked back to the group, sitting down in a makeshift throne two of the ogres created for him restlessly.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 29, 2016 8:52:37 GMT -8
Thrashnaid the Forbidden had done well at presenting himself well. So when the Goraian representative arrived on scene an hour later, bearing the purple crystal gift, he seemed very amicable.
"Hello, I am general Tullius. Let us speak of a deal."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 12:16:35 GMT -8
"Let us." He exclaimed with much interest, soon, another tree falling down to replace a bench for the ogres to sit on as another chair was constructed. "I hope you do not mind a meaningless stick for a greater comfort during council." He stated with little to no hesitation, knowing that such a general as Tullius, or any authority for that matter, would prefer luxury over a simple tree.
"Now, let me simply start with this, General Tullius." He nodded his head as he leaned forward, his blade calmed with black smoke now rising from a pitch-black blade, however, resting upon Thrashnald's lap. "I come to seek asylum, for only a month at most. My studies are important, for there is much to prepare for. There is a tribe, by the name of Falkreath. They've existed among the Stone Plains for quite some time, now. I was raised in such a tribe, but because of my superior way of thinking they'd shunned me. I seek revenge, yes, but I must prepare for it."
He sat back now, a random goblin coming with two cups of what appeared to be wine. Thrashnald lifted up his cup, raising it to the air as he took a sip. "Forgive me, Borimine Resquiney. A wine from a richer realm." He stated, offering him the other cup by simply sliding it forward. "So now you know what I wish to prepare for, and why I am to say and for how long. These ogres... are mindless, barbaric creatures." He looked to them with impression. "And yet they can wield the spells an arcane may to the most chaotic level, strike with a wooden sword to impale even the paladins of this world. They are by far the most loyal race meant for combat I've experienced with, and for simply taking my stay, you may have yourself a faction of some of the strongest beings in the wilderness."
He looked back to Tullius, levitating a pouch from behind him. "But such does not fulfill the expense of my stay, correct? I've kept what I could from the small business I've formed, a mining company. The Gems of Kaz'Aldoon." He opened the pouch to reveal a handful of strangely shaped, raw, pink crystals. However, these crystals lashed out towards Tullius' eyes, a sudden addiction (If he were a mortal, which is most likely) surging his veins, a mindset telling him he needed to have these crystals. "Rare upon all commodities, and quite hard to find." The only reason why Thrashnald had control over this emotion was because of the birthright he had, as a Stone Orc, the last race to have resisted such rare, nearly gone, gems. "So, I hope this would fill the gap remaining for my stay?" He questioned, gold from another bag slowly pouring over the gems, for if any of the soldiers witnessed them they would have the sudden addiction as well. "I would like somewhere near the Shadow District, it seems the elements I will need upon experimentation are there. And do be mindful where you place these ogres. They are loyal, yes, but even the tamest of wild beasts think they have exceptions, like perhaps the miners within the caves. If they see fit that they're doing a better job than the minority of lazy workers... they might have a second meal to themselves."
With that, Thrashnald kept his chest puffed out, back straight, and chin up, even though he felt his barter was quite fair, he still wished to hold a mighty respect for this General Tullius who accepted his request for Audience. The purple crystal was valuable, yes, but to the mortals who saw these gems... it meant the world. Of course, this was his last resort, he had plans to make, and fast. After all, these people... these people defended Falkreath. That means he had more in store than what he thought. The only plan, he'd ever succeed in, he must learn how to attain the Chieftan's Birthright, and fast.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Mar 1, 2016 17:50:56 GMT -8
"And what elements might these be, that are needed upon experimentation and can be located in the Shadow District mines?"
Even as he spoke, the gems captivated his attention. At first, all of them salivated for what was later rapidly beginning to spread suspicions of magical illusion. For every guard who wanted the gems for himself, soon another insisted in hushed whispers that it'd be best to stay away from them, but Tullius kept negotiating.
"We may be able to... work something out."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 18:02:45 GMT -8
From that point, Thrashnald had a gentle smile, acknowledging the success he was making.
"Yes, I believe we may." He started, sitting back after stomping royally upon the floor, another refilling of the wine, making sure not a drop was spilled. "Within the depths of such a district, gems like what you've seen here can be harnessed, depending on how low I am allowed. Upon this as well, it keeps my art in privacy, rather than the vapors of such necromancy affecting your troops to rather.. disappointing.. outcomes." He looked towards Tullius once more, every now and then examining an emerald or a sapphire from his pouch to place into the General's claim already. "If it means I must pay extra for my own special catacomb, so be it. I, as well, will pay for any expense the ogres waste from the miners that come into their lane.. let's say~, fifty gold pieces a miner, along with all ores I attain given to your company- though I thought this of course obvious, it must be stated in business conduction."
So from there, he waited upon what General Tullius was saying, worried upon whether or not the soldiers would have an outbreak. Of course, if such a thing would happen, the humans and elves would be indoctrinated, a form of hive-mind to obey Thrashnald, which would be nothing more than resuming their orders with a more tamed attitude.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 11:52:29 GMT -8
Coming north from Sakand's open desert, Daedros saw the immense wall before it. No city was visible behind the barrier, indicating to the Immortal that this was the work of a regime that intended to keep invaders out -- or its citizens in. The Immortal mentally scoffed. In Morgdun's age, such walls were unnecessary. His kingdom had no borders, destroyed even the most petty of threats, and kept such tight leases on his people that walls were entirely unnecessary. Daedros, like all Immortals, had an inflated sense of pride. This face made such a cheap barrier as a stone wall disgusting. It turned away and opted to walk the length of the wall before turning north again.
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