Raynor of the Celadine
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Roleplay posts: 64 
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'8"
Clothes and Equipment: Adorned in the shamanic furs of the head of the Celadine Clan, Raynor also wears light, magically enhanced metal armor plates on his body. His primary weapon is a one-handed war hammer, his secondary a small buckler shield.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 19:10:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raynor of the Celadine on Jan 24, 2016 2:00:38 GMT -8
These are dark reminders of the horrors that this land had to endure. The former strongholds of dark arts dot the land, castles and fortresses razed and decimated, some by Lynx herself. However, what's done is done, and these locales have mostly been purged of their evil, serving now as tourist attractions or being reclaimed by nature. |
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 12:32:40 GMT -8
By now, most of these fortresses have been totally reclaimed by nature. However, there is one which is slow to being retaken. The stone pillars are holding up just a little better than they should be, and the pants are just a little bit deader looking than usual. Of course, the real surprises would come at night...  Sup. |
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 17, 2016 18:11:54 GMT -8
Yerazin had been travelling through the ruins for over a day now on the back of one of the skeletal horses. The very ground was soaked in the blood of the innocent. This civil war was a bloody one. He had brought with him his guard party as protection, and as he got closer to the most prominent ruins, he felt like he would need them.
Yerazin did not want to be here again. Although the landscape has changed and the ruins obscure his view he knew this place. He had killed innocent people here long ago. He was forced to watch as the very magic he had used to help his people was used to burn the flesh from the bones of women and children. He had flash backs of the death that had been created those days long ago. Remembered as the silent legions methodically put every living thing here to the sword. His people unflinching to the pleas of families.
That was the burden all that had been given speech had to bear. In return for their soul being placed completely into the new bodies, they remembered all that they had done. It was times like this that he envied his servants. Acting as nothing more then semi-sentient automatons they did not think or feel or remember. They only had their orders, nothing more. The overlord had ordained that only those that he knew would not lose their minds were permitted to fully possess vessels. Even then, some had been lost to the madness and had to be locked away.
Yerazin had reached the outskirts of the main castle. He could feel it. Pulling on his soul every so lightly, a constant light pressure on his mind. A shard was here, that was for sure. If it was awake, Yerazin did not know. Very tentatively he reached out with his magic. Trying to search for any sentient pressance. Brushing over the minds of some of the beasts that slept in the dark he though he had found it. And it found him. As his mind touched with that of the beast, he was instantly sent reling, the vast unimaginable power and knowledge inside of its mind was impossible to comprehend.
"So, the slaves have returned from their slumber." Yerazin heard inside of his mind. "I thought I was going to need to build myself a new army. The last one did not do so well."
Yerazin felt the creatures will be pressed on him. He felt as his mind was slowly being engulfed by the will of the beast, covered in a think black sludge.
"No." Relakor said out loud. "I will not submit... to you again, you are a... false god. We will bend you... to our will now."
The creature was confused as slowly his powers were pushed from Yerazin's mind. As soon as he was free Yerazin knew he did not have much time. Ordering his men to follow him, he turned and galloped the undead horses as far away as he could. The creature was awake and it hungered once more.
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Post by The First Shard of the Beast on Apr 28, 2016 23:35:58 GMT -8
The slave's escape did not worry it. He would alert others of his presence that they will come. Thirsting for glory in its death. How foolish they were. To think they could destroy something that has seen the birth of worlds. It was hungry, if had been a while since blood had been spilt for its hunger. Many had come to it over the course of the years, to seek power or knowledge and he had given it to them freely, in return for servitude, as was their place. These humans were so short, their entire lives over in the blink of its eyes.
In the dark basement of a great castle he had waited for more to come, so that he could feast once more of the delectable souls of the mortals. His body of metal and stone warped around him, changing shape at his command. They would come, it knew it and when they did, it was it who would come triumphant and while its powers where strongest, strengthened by the deaths of mortals, he will seek out the rest of it's body, where it will combine, and harvest this rich world once more.
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