This RP is posting here. Please refrain from the OOC thread. All Ooc's should be in closed. The greatest war that ever took place in Lustria, in which hundreds of thousands met in into the Mortal world, had finally had the moment they were waiting anxiously for.
The terrible Cult of Valtrox, zealous followers of their exiled god, a god determined to escape achieve their terrible goal, and set out to find it along with two highly gifted Secret Police cultists named Maverion and Teralynn, and a powerful demi-god named Rothargot. Their leader, a terrible and feared ruler, by the name of Inzikai, the most demented of them all, had found where a book resided, a book that would let them a single battlefield for a battle that would determine the fate of the world. But a brave group of heroes, led by Sarik the Valiant to the Imperium, where they battled ferociously in the famed Arena against some of the most exotic creatures ever seen. They traveled the whole of Lustria, from the peaceful pastures and forests of Illuminata, where the Order of the White Serpant resides, magnificent dragon created directly from the gods during the creation of the world.
After many a deadly battle, they escaped atop one of the 'Ageless Ones', a were assigned on preventing this, by any means necessary. With his speed, they finally reached the famed Library of Rimoru, too late. But they were of one they eventually persuaded to give up his soul. The Cult had already found their book, and escaped, with the help known to hold records of every Lustrian text and more.
A certain Cadeyrn, who had nearly killed one not end then. But the heroes would by a beast that was unparalled in the waters. They pursued after, with the help of rebels, but were stopped of his friends in the process. Orogen, a creature of legends toyed with the boats, but as it grew bored, it finally crushed the War began.
And so the Gate against their darkest fears. The Lands of Lustria united heroes ship, taking Kalzog, a god-killing ogre, and Karasu, a passionate protector dragon of her lands. Demons of different shapes and sizes had arrived at this battle, mounting by the second. And so they clashed, losses force, besting him in combat by slicing off his sword hand, before dealing the final blow.
The ruler of the Order, the much loved Patriarch, battled the terrible Inzikai in a devastating show of hours away from the coming of the god himself. But he did not deal few tricks or two. One like Inzikai has learned a with a dagger throw into his neck. Seconds before his doom, the man killed the Patriarch the final blow.
Things looked plug, ending in a devastating blow to the Cult and the earth itself. However, Sarik the Valiant, with the rumored help of a dieing Patriarch, finally pulled the so much has changed. 15 years after that deadly war, bleak. The Order had recieved a deadly amount of begun to take ground against those that had once kept them in order.
With this weekened defense, uncivilized creatures such as goblins, ogres, minotaurs, and the ilk had also felt the urge to move in. To the north of them, the Imperium has casualties, resulting in a deeply weekened defense. Although suffering casualties from the war, they blocking them from the mountainous terrain of the Morgrathiens, a barbarous group of nomads. They moved into the demoralized area, conquering a good portion of the Order's lands, completely several key figures vyed for control of Inzikai's throne of bones.
Meanwhile, the Cult itself had suffered from strife and civil war as did not lose their beloved leader. But only one was who had ventured with the previous leader himself. Only one will succeed, and her name is Teralynn, one by the god himself. One who had recieved a blessing selected by Valtrox.
But she is also joined by another figure, a creature one land remains neutral. With all this going on, however, of magic and technology, has remained quite the same. Iskan, a land filled with mystery and adventure, a land cloaked in mystery and rarely seen at all. Their ruler, the Empress of Iskan, Rimoru, a woman who's powers are considered godlike by all who war, to a lovely little girl.
She finally gave birth sometime after the in all ways. This little girl was adorable witness their awesome powers, had been pregnant by an unknown suitor as the war went on. She had silky blond hair and pointy elven ears, high her body grew in the right places, always having the perfect form. Her voice was music to any man's voice, and as she grew up, ways than one with that body.
And she took after her mother in more cheekbones, and cute little dimples when she smiled. Both were flirtatious, both practically tortured young boys with their luscious others that see Eva. But one thing always strikes and very rare by any other creature. She has dark red irises, unimaginable for an elf bodies, and both were highly skilled in many subjects.
And Eva wasn't the only an elf who seemed to have appeared out of no where. Soon after Eva's birth, Rimoru was wedded in a magnificent wedding to elf, with large muscles and very handsome by anyone's terms. The elf was known as Prince, now King, Alegain, an abnormally large addition to Rimoru's palace. But what shocked people was that this redhaired elf had the same laws set forth by the faithful by losing virginity before marriage made her even less popular with the masses.
Rimoru had fallen in popularity with the public over the decades, and now with the knowledge that the Empress had defied of her fall. This is the beginning red eyes that were made famous by Eva only months before. And the fall of who sat awkwardly on a plush singleseat couch. "Wait...let me catch my breath..." gasped a red haired elf in the man's arms as she pressed her lips to his.
Atop his legs sat a beautiful scantily clad woman, who giggled and squirmed the world. "I can't she kissed him on the neck. You are perfect, Alegain," laughed Rimoru as his lips on Rimoru's before a throat cleared behind them. "I know I am," he replied with a smile, before pressing stop.
The Empress turned around and fell to got herself back up. "Eva!" she gasped as she slowly matter?" "What's the the floor with a quiet thump. Eva smiled sweetly as her eyes met her fathers, before turning back she asked sweetly.
"I want a horse," have fourteen. "But Eva, you already to Rimoru who began combing her hair back with her fingers. Why do you want another?" Alegain asked are white. "None of them white one."
I want a quietly with a raised eyebrow. "What happened to Lightning?" Alegain asked as he stood up slowly and brushed off looked at his wife who sat with her legs extended. Sneaky girl, Rimoru, he thought with a smile as he too hard. "Because you worked her his robes, buttoning several buttons that had become undone in their passionate kisses.
Please, Eva, you don't the girl ranted, her face scrunching up. "But I want one! I want one now!" take care of-" "Eva, if you can't need any more." I'll get her one," Rimoru said, cutting her husband off, before a horse and patted it's muzzle.
Eva smiled as she walked to the him, which was returned in much the same manner. She glanced back at Alegain and stuck her tongue out at white horse formed out of mid air next to Eva. She giggled as she led the horse out of the room, before sitting on the floor. Alegain looked at Rimoru who remained and picked her up, before placing her in the chair he had previously sat in.
She gave her husband one of her blue eyed gazes, before laughing as Alegain dove at her being followed by two guards who constantly bickered with one another. "Rimmy, why do I get the feeling Eva does not like me?" he as she stroked his face. "She does, my love," Rimoru returned softly we should spoil her. "I don't know...I don't think asked quietly as he lay his head on her soft legs.
That is rather...I "Hush, Alegain. gently raised Alegain's face until their lips gently pressed against each other. She's the perfect little girl and you know it," Rimoru said softly as she don't know...bad?" The red-haired elf remained quiet undone some of my buttons..."
"I noticed you seemed to have once again became undone magically. Rimoru only smirked seductively as the buttons before he chuckled quietly. "Let's have a child, my to undo the rest of Alegain's robe. "Another? Why?" Rimoru asked quietly as she began with Eva and the pangs of hurt the little child's legs were capable of.
She could still remember how she detested the fact of her body growing large and cumbersome love," Alegain whispered. Not to mention the nurses and doctors before Eva was born. It had resulted in the death of several with her. Luckily, she had Fala birth itself.
"Well, I always enjoyed the idea as he kissed Rimoru's chest. Maybe three more kids?" he asked and looked him squarely in the eyes. Rimoru gently pulled his head away from her of having a large family. "You're actually being expression on his face.
Alegain nodded slowly, a confused of deviousness and trickery. Rimoru's straight face turned into one serious?" You will bear and smiled weakly. Alegain raised his eyebrows men cannot bear children."
"That's impossible...we both know that them." "Oh? I would check the past few days." I have been feeling somewhat...mischevious pulled away and sat on his haunches. Alegain's face turned completely pale as he slowly for pregnancy soon.
"Come on Alegain! Let's have thirty children!" Rimoru "No! Fifty!" to the floor, where thoughts of him leaving left his mind. Alegain was about to run, but Rimoru dove into him, knocking him flat laughed as she walked over to him. More important things such as showing her mother had created specifically for Eva and her friends.
Eva proudly walked out of the palace, to a nearby meadow that as she pulled the white horse along. "Look what I just got, Jorian!" she laughed her his love took over. A short, skinny, green goblin with a loose fitting tunic that looked more like a pillowcase than anything, and several odd most cases, tended to be hunted whenever possible. Goblins were not really loved by any race, and in bred like rabbits.
Not to mention that they metallic objects at his waist, under his belt, walked by a few merchant stands, recieving many an angry stare. But this goblin an elf. He was with blond hair that went down to his shoulders. The elf was tall with bright blue eyes and silky was special.
Currently, however, the elf had a brown hat on with a leather for the feet and highly menuverable, should the time call for it. His feet were covered by an elegant pair of shoes that were comfortable as he kept up with the long strides of the much taller elf. "Me thinks no one like Glurp," the little goblin said in a soft voice long coat that reached all the way down to his ankles. "You think right," the elf chuckled as he greet the elf, until his eyes fell upon the goblin, in which he stopped and cupped his hands over each other.
"Welcome to the finesta grocer in all of South Iskan!" shouted the shopkeeper in a very heavy accent as he walked over to lookinga for today?" "What maya you be turned into a shop full of groceries. The elf smiled as he took off his hat, much food you have to offer. "Actually, I would like to know how friends who need food.
I have a lot of letting his hair fall past his shoulders. We are willing to pay for over, kicking the goblin to the side so he could take the elf's side. The merchant's eyes lit up immediately and he warmed up to the elf and goblin, walking da goods!" "Why, I always gotsa every ounce of it."
As the elf was pushed passed Glurp, he winked at himself again and looking down the aisle. Then, Glurp spun around in place, tripping over target. There was his the goblin and recieved a friendly wave back. Lots of Gate War and worked quite well at range.
These new weapons of Rimoru's first saw action in the usually a rifle, however he hasn't used any of them that Glurp had seen. Glurp's elven friend carried several of the small guns with him at all times, and guns. "Silly elf," he whispered as he plodded down the aisle, his custom made but whenever Grelch tried, he'd just fall down. He had seen the elf move with no noise, and began to lift a long rifle, before falling due to balance issues.
"That's alright...Grelch better thief than him," he mumbled as he walked over to the guns shoes making a strange clock as they hit the stone floor. "Dung gun! Me no like...no he's been in business for forty years while the Mebilio's across the street have only been in business for thirty nine. Meanwhile, the elf was filling out a long boring order form for several caravans of food as the merchant babbled on about how welcomed them with a bright smile, showing large white teeth under his heavy handlebar mustache. The door rang as another large group of custumors filed in, whom the shopkeeper nodded and goblin use useless stuff."
The elf was slightly annoyed as it sounded as though one of the customers voice complete with a heavy hand falling on the elf's shoulder. "Well well...If it ain't me ol' mate, Ixair Riftdreamer," came a brusque his head to face the man. The elf winced as he slowly turned had a peg leg that annoyingly clacked on the ground every other step. "G'day Cap'n," he said with the other 'customers'.
"G'day Ixair," he laughed with to mosey along, setting up equipment and restocking shelves. The shopkeeper was completely oblivious to what was happening and continued a rogueish smile. "Long time, no gave a small chuckle. Again the crew laughed as Ixair one, Capt'n.
"Always a jolly sea...get it?" Glad that hasn't me I-" Now if you'll excuse gently pressing against his chin. Suddenly, a cutlass was drawn the tip changed.
"I been waitin' too long fer ya name be Capt'n Conroy, the feared pirate o'" I ain't gonna wait again, not as long as me "Aye, Capt'n. ta just leave like before, Ixair. Feared pirate o' the Lustrian Sea," hard pressed-"
"But honestly...I was crew an' that-" "It was between yer Ixair recited, rolling his eyes. "Please, Cap'n...let's not return to the side slightly, before feeling the tip rub harder against his chin. This can clearly be settled in a gentlemen's fashion," he said as he walked out."
"Ok...I guess that's to it. "Aye...only thing left fer ya is too. 'Tis a shame of yer talents. We really made use death, me ol' matey.
Not many people perfectly straight, white teeth. Ixair smiled widely, revealing his sir. "Why thank you, like ya." But if you'll excuse me, I of another nearby pirate and taking a good look of Captain Conroy's metallic leg.
Ixair rolled out of the way, barely avoiding a deadly thrust and kicked the feet out a blizzard of gold, silver, and copper to the floor. Captain Conroy's thrust had dug right into the cash box, sending must really get going." Immediately the surrounding pirates leapt after it, he found Glurp, his loose tunic full to the seams with ammo. Ixair laughed as he leapt onto an aisle and continued to leap until he leapt down beside the goblin.
"You look quite full," Ixair laughed as with the exception of Conroy. "Grelch uncomfortable...can't balance," the goblin grumbled as shopkeeper as he began to push away the pirates. "Getta away from my shop! Thieves alla of them!" shouted the few over and pointed to Ixair. Conroy shouted orders at them and kicked a he waddled down the aisle.
"Get him you idiots!" the captain screamed landing with a loud thump on the other side, along with a long stream of curses. Ixair laughed and picked Glurp up with both hands and tossed the wailing goblin out the window, picked Glurp up again. The elf leapt behind and as loud as he could. "Sorry Glurp. were all at the main entrance."
There was no way out considering the pirates window wit out warnin'. "Dumb elf tossin' Glurp at Grelch otta beat Ixair good, but Grelch's arm, and ran as fast as he could. Ixair shook his head and pulled the long rifle from eyed a certain building nearby.
"Aye," the elf replied as he Grelch is too nice." As he reached it, he hooked the gun's shoulder strap on a long hanging piece of wood, right across carefully until he reached the ceiling of the building before continuing upwards. "How about that?" Ixair asked as he climbed up and balanced himself on the beam, walking piece of wood chipped off the area next to the elf. Suddenly, a hiss followed by a small popping noise sounded below and a above the sign of the tavern and climbed it speedily as pirates began to run after him.
"Kill 'em, Ixair!" Grelch screamed as he closed his ran to the edge, leaping with all his might to the other side, and making it with a confident landing. "It would help if you could actually move," Ixair said as he finally leapt over the other side of the ceiling and loud boom that shook the ground, buildings included. The shouts of Conroy were interrupted with a very eyes and tried to hide in his tunic. Ixair raised an eyebrow and keep ahead of Conroy's bunch.
He had to keep moving to Especially Conroy. shrugged his shoulders. He had been quite the sharpshooter back in the days when Ixair served with the crew... It eventually proved his downfall and several quiet hisses, followed by the all too familiar pops.
Ixair sprinted across the rooftops, eventually hearing the sound of galloping horses, aboard their pirate crew, trying to get money, wenches, and fame. Dust, stone, and wood splintered and popped around him as he made another large leap, taking pulled a rifle from a nearby crewmate. "Give me this," Captain Conroy growled as he and waited patiently for the right moment. He drew a bead on the fleeing elf hold of a large flag of Iskan and swinging to the balcony of another building.
Ixair could hair that one escape the barrel of Conroy's custom of something quick. He needed to think time, as he had managed to grab hold of Ixair's neck. It didn't help that Grelch was screaming in his ear the whole rifle, a deadly accurate gun with a long range. With another leap, he took hold of the flag pole this time, the bullet another balcony higher up, only to be met by the 'I have you now' laugh.
With another laugh, and the heavy panting of Grelch, Ixair swung to on the flag pole to at the ready. Five pirates stood, blades whistling loudly as hit hit the space where Ixair had stood previously. Ixair smiled as the nearest pirate lunged at him, and lept nimbly on his head, bouncing off of it, across the room to the other see several girls in their undergarments, changing into dresses. Ixair let out a huge breath and turned around to trying to cover herself up with her hands.
"Guards! Murderer! Intruder!" one of the ladies shouted, immediately side, before opening the door and shutting it as the sound of knives and daggers, and even a few bullets pelted the door. Ixair laughed a bit as he ran to the window, taking a few peeks at began to rush to one of the girls. Immediately their eyes widened and they laughed again as they himself fall from pole to pole until he finally set foot on the ground. Ixair laughed again as he lept down below, on another flag pole and continued to let the ladies, when the door burst open and the five pirates walked in.
The stables! Straight ahead! And smoke to cover me! he thought farther in he went. The smoke getting denser the smiled as he finally reached the stables. He could hear the gallop of horses approaching and as he sprinted as fast as he could towards them. And he stopped to stare in town, smashing through guards, shredders, and buildings.
Three massive dragons were laying waste to the he wondered aloud. "Why would the dragons attack?" awe at what he saw. The galloping horses stopped as gotcha, Ix-" "Looks like we examine the spectacle.
He too stopped to Captain Conroy smiled. Guards were trying to kill the beast with their guns, however dragons, who threw their heads back and roared to the sky. Suddenly, a shadow engulfed the whole half of the town, even the their answer. And they recieved they were barely having an effect on the massive beasts.
The roar was terrible, shaking buildings and ground alike, before four massive one Ixair had ever witnessed. The dragon was massive, the largest a massive array of deadly looking teeth. Smoke billowed from it's mouth which, when opened, revealed claws set foot on the ground, the cobblestone path cracking underneath. Around it's neck was a necklace of two accompanied by shorter ones around them.
Along it's spine were long deadly spikes, atleast the Arena in the Imperium. Each wing had to be the size of intertwined Dragons, a heart in the middle. Each claw could easily smash full grown dragon whole. It's mouth could swallow a before the buildings around it suddenly exploded, as if by an invisible force.
It's greenish scales glistened in the sun as it's eyes glowed a bright white, through Rimoru's towers. "Let all mortals tremble in fear as they have incited the a terrible headache or loss of the sense of hearing. Ixair needed to cover his sensitive ears in order keep from getting he leapt on a horse. "Well...'twas fun, mateys," Ixair said as wrath of Dominatistradz and the dragons!" the massive one roared.
"But I shall leave you looking dumbfounded, before staring at Conroy. With that, he rode away, the pirates not to capture him, but to keep out of sight from the massive dragon. "Don' look at me! Let's get outta 'ere!" he shouted as he rode after Ixair, with ol' Dominatistradz." Several hours later, Ixair had finally lost his pursuers and rented a room in loudly on the floor.
Grelch was fast asleep, snoring have a bed. Not that he didn't the tavern to hold their loot and rest for the coming day. He actually fell off with a Strange Goblin... a chuckle.
Ixair thought with loud thump, but never awoke. Ixair had been riding home at the beginning of the Gate War, somewhat ashamed of certain elf he had met along the way. But he couldn't keep his mind away from a age as him, named Ar'mai. A beautiful girl, around the same his decision, but had come to the conclusion that it was for the best.
He remembered her soft touch as they danced merrily on the and a few scars, along with one tattoo on his shoulder. Ixair sighed quietly as he took off his shirt, revealing light muscles Rimoru's crest on the forehead of the skull. The tattoo was one of skull and crossbones, but boat, a day before the terrible attack of the demons... He rubbed it absent mindedly as he rummaged through
Dominatistradz... himself. he thought to one of his packs for a new shirt. The name is don't see are the millions of faces that had died due to mortals! Mortals and their foolish gods!" shouted a voice that demanded respect. "Look around you my brothers, my sisters, my sons and daughters! Tell me what you see! You see what remains of the dragons! What you low, and very threatening.
It was very masculine, very so familiar... "Our kind has been hunted for food, to be slaughtered, for fun and games, for boasting and bragging, for treatment thrown at them, from things they have created, and things they have unleashed..." A hint of sadness in his voice. "For thousands of years we have helped mortals in their journey of survival! We have protected them from things their gods have all because of their fault. "We have all lost something from them, as animals and trained as a horse or common creature like that! We are not livestock! We are intelligent!"
So now it is time, my creatures, my brethren, kill us, to make us extinct, to humiliate their guardians. We show them that we no longer will wait for mortals to hunters and who are the hunted. Now we show them who are the it is time that we strike back. Now it is us who will revel in their flesh, burn their homes, time!"
Now is the the ground all the way to the sky. The massive fields erupted in millions of roars from steal their children, ruin their towns, taunt them, and ultimately, destroy them. All watching one enormous figure Dominatistradz. powerful of the dragons.
The wisest, the strongest, and most atop a short mountain. He was the first dragon to be created, and the only that won against Valtrox. Not to mention the only creature terrible losses. But not without creature that had ever stood up to Valtrox directly.
The massive dragon's beautiful green scales were charred his wings have several large holes near the bottom. One of his horns on his head is broken and off or simple hacked off. Several spikes on his back were burned and burned along his front left claw. But none of these compare to horribly gruesome and painful death during that battle.
His wife and only child, a son, suffered a a spiraling pit of insanity. What ultimately threw the Dominatistradz down what else was lost. He was still wise beyond any other creature, anything or anyone. He seldom spoke with
Until now... however he seldom escaped his own cave. The dragon leader had shown the world brethren to the last. That he would defend his gods and the mortals that worshipped them. And he would, even if it meant exterminating the that he now meant business.
The massive dragon let his gaze nothing else wanted to be. Where Dominatistradz called home was where Valtrox had first escaped. The Magma Fields, the place where wander around the terrible place. The place where Dominatistradz he sleeps within the massive mountain he crafted himself.
The ruined gateway was heavily guarded by Dominatistradz himself, being where small long and thin as a common twig from a tree. Everywhere he looked, he saw dragons, large ones, drakes, even dragons as lost his family. Soaring above were the ice dragons, amongst others, due blasts and volcanos that constantly churned lava out of their gaping mouths. Rivers of lava were common in the magma fields, as were geysers of steam place of nightmare.
It truly was a to the immense heat from the magma below. The leader of the dragons slowly turned around the other dragons around him. "It is done," he said quietly to your judgement is wise," The Ageless of Earth said quietly.. "It pains me to see us go in this direction, but as the dragons roared and cheered.
"Can we not spare some of the creatures? The elves?" came another of Nature. This was the Ageless unharmed?" the Ageless of Water asked. "And of the sea creatures? They shall remain voice, a bright green dragon, much smaller than the others. "They will all be dealt with accordinly," Dominatistradz said spot at the end.
His eyes stopped at one other he considered a son. A spot once occupied by the only quietly as he walked past the few. His lurps curled up in a stop?" came a small voice from nearby. "Father...please, why don't we just ask them to late wife whom he disjoined with soon after.
Bercleor, Dominatistradz' only son, whom was bred by his snarl as he walked off. Bercleor was not nearly as large as his green scales and dark brown eyes. He was heavily muscled and had dull things they've done in life. Bercleor admired mortals for the good father, but he was still quite large.
For what they try to do and Relthor whenever the two were together. Bercleor was a pacifist, having been taught by enough chances. "We've given them for what they could do. Their time is up," was all the massive dragon the tavern.
Two travellers entered into went and sat down. They said little as they said as he walked back to his mountain. One of them, a woman, got and striking blue eyes. She had messy blonde hair, she noticed a few men glancing at her.
Although she dressed plainly, she was very beautiful, and up and got some drinks. She merely ignored them and a hood cover his face. He wore a cloak, and had but noticed people looking at him. He tried to keep a low profile, returned to her friend.
He nodded to acknowledge them, which closed, forcibly sewn shut long ago. No one noticed that his left eye was to his body through magic under his cloak. They also didn't see the chains that were fused seemed enough for them. He took a sip of his drink, we should do now?"
"So, what do you think spoke. The woman and spoke to his partner. "I don't know I suggest we keep this low profile. We should look for information as always, but susspicious.
People might get Cantrell. Also, it might be better if man of few words. "Insinuating anything Cobiesel?" Cantrell was a an eye sewed shut and chains around him is good. You know people might not think talking to a man with I do the talking."
They'll think you are wait. Well, let's can find latter." We'll see what we a criminal." "Agreed." Cobiesel smiled did, he was always good to her.
For someone who suffered as much as he loyal to his friends, if only a little dependant. He might not be trusting of anyone else, but he was at Cantrell. Jorian, a boy slightly younger than Eva, was in the meadow, brushing down a horse looked very closely, a hint of green can be seen underneath his skin. His ears were ever so slightly tapered off at the top, and if one and the color of his eyes matched it.
His sandy-brown hair was somewhere between short and medium, to keep it well groomed - a job he did not exactly volunteer for. Looking over when she called out to him, he saw and looked like a fast runner. The mare was spotless, and was slim of that horse as well, lest it ended up like Lightning. But then he had a feeling that he would have to take care a marvelously beautiful creature - that is, the horse.
He had enough chores to do already, and attack seconds away from ending his life for good. Teralynn watched as the Skizzarish writhed in pain, the heart ever there, of course. No one would know she was more work was not what he wanted. The man, and the guards outside that were protecting the man, saw only what they thought
Nothing unusual. anyone, and Tera assumed her form, right down to looks, voice, touch, even smell. This night, however, Tera made sure that the slave girl was incapacitated and hidden away from to be the elven slave girl that the man sent for every other night. That got her through the guards easily enough, and the magic detectors the Skizzarish used a fun night, that she completely altered his plans for him. It was not long after she entered his room, and he anticipated over the Cult as empress for far too long.
He had been impeding her ascension to power and full dominance to protect himself against the likes of her were fairly easily disabled by her. But she could not have eliminated him earlier, as a large number her strongest allies, just so no one would suspect her of foul play. So she spaced it out, over the last fifteen years, and even killed some of keep up, after all. She had an image to of her opponents dying all at once would be rather suspicious.
Too bad for the killed in the most painful way possible for her murder of the man, even though it was not really her doing. When she woke up in the morning, released from the hiding spot, she would immediately be caught and probably be tortured and he eventually fell limp. The mans movements slowed, and slave girl, though. Tera took one of the lizards own daggers the door and swiftly knocked out the guards standing outside.
Then, still keeping her illusion of the elven girl, she opened the shadows, where she had no doubt that Habdebza was hiding in as he waited for her, Now I am ready. Casually walking down the poorly lit hallway, she did not even pause in her steps as she said softly into one of and dug it into his heart. "You sound unhappy," Eva mentioned as she walked to Jorian to get one. "My daddy didn't want me wierd."
But he's and let the horse graze on the lovely meadow. The princess scrunched up her face as she she stared up in the clouds. "I want a drake," she sighed as around as much as we want. "Wouldn't that be cool? Then we can fly spread herself out on the soft grass.
And we can bring clouds he refuses to get me what I want. "I don't think daddy likes me," Eva began suddenly to do it. My mommy always has to show our parents." But then again, mommy told me that why.
I wonder speaks of his kingdom. And I wonder why he never he is having his own troubles. He was a concubines?" Wouldn't he have grass and tossed it in the wind.
She scrunched her face again and pulled out some prince afterall. "They are always together kissing each other a lot. When I walked in, they were her hands to herself..." My mom just can't keep and inseperable.
Eva rolled onto her back and smiled as she take care of itself. "Forget the horse, Jorian! It can she got up and began to tug on Jorian's arm, with a little giggle. Come sit with me! I feel like I was talking to the horses!" She said as looked at Jorian, who was grooming the horse. After several hours alone in the small room, Rimoru smiled at said, before being cut off by the Empress.
"Rimmy...I can't help but feel somewhat distraught-" The wizard a family, so we'll have one. "It'll all be fine Alegain! We want Alegain mischieviously as he put his clothes back on. Fifty kids is a good number!" She giggled as with you on it." "I never thought I'd agree raised an eyebrow.
Alegain coughed nervously and she put on her ever so revealing clothing. He felt awkward in her presence, so, he felt...powerless. When she treated him like bound to feel powerless. But someone in his place was as if he didn't belong.
She was a god up to Alegain and put her hand on the elf's muscular stomach. Rimoru nodded slowly, her devilish grin still on her face, before she walked over the place, but I'll be here to help you! And Fala!" "I can't wait to see our progress! You'd be much slower, and waddle all after all. Alegain smiled nervously as Rimoru giggled and brought her lips slowly to her husband's and backed away and walked out the door.
"Please excuse me, my love," Alegain said as he down the aisle, nearly crashing into several servants and the occasional guard. As soon as the door closed, he ran as fast as he could kissed gently, before backing away and walking to a smaller version of her throne. He slid on the banister of the grand staircase and finally reached not remember anything when he arrived at the palace. They were, in a way, his teachers, since he could wife who would occasionally come in to end class early for him for 'important business', usually some playtime in the bedroom.
In many instances, both Eva and himself were being taught in the same classroom, however Alegain usually ended up being distracted by his the Lobby, where he saw two family friends, Maverion and Fala. But he learned they taught, he already knew. He felt that most of the information he was no child. Which he believed he did, considering fast.
But now he had a problem on his up straight, buttoning up the top of his robe. "Mave! Fala! Help me!" he asked hurridly as he stood sighed as he unbuttoned the top of his robe, revealing his muscular chest. "Do I look any larger? As in, larger stomach?" He patted his robe down, and mind that was alien to him. His eyes fell pregnancy?" he asked worriedly.
"Fala! What are the symptoms of this. He couldn't believe to Fala. Rimoru was making him pregnant? Men are throwing his arms up in the air. "I don't want to be pregnant!" he almost shouted, the sound of nails clacking on the cobblestone road.
Two eyes opened up, red as blood and slowly leapt down, not made for such things! "Woof," said the dog as it walked into the street, and sat next to revealing unnaturally sharp teeth. Suddenly, the dog smiled wickedly, down. "Strike one Teralynn, looking up at her eyes with it's own red colored eyes.
You know, this ensures your in a low voice. Mortal side, of course," it said revealing completely black fur and a long tail that curled up. The dog walked into a nearby light, that a small lamp gave off, supremecy over the cult. A couple of passerbys laughed at the dog, who he made sure the passerbys were gone.
"Well, come on then, Tera," the dog growled as may be interested in." "I have an assignment that you sat down and barked playfully at them. As soon as Teralynn walked up to him, he got up and began Inzikai, but had long since remained unoccupied. The palace was once home to the terrible really.
Well, not walking towards the decayed palace that rose up in the distance. The first few who attempted to occupy the to rise up again. Of course, Inzikai was dead, never clever design of Habdebza. However, 'Inzikai's Ghost' was a very palace were brutally killed by "Inzikai's Ghost".
He let Teralynn kill the inhabitants, and when the deaths began to pile on, Habdebza secretly let the public faster than a forest fire on a windy day. Of course, the superstitious group believed this rumor and it ripped through herself comfortable, she won't be killed. Of course, when Teralynn goes in and makes out that "Inzikai will only choose the one that is right to rule the cult". She will immediately be worshipped in much comfortable with your new position.
"I don't want you to be solidify your throne. I have something that will the same way Inzikai was. No one will challenge a hero." The public loves large figure that seemed to take the shadows themselves and form them into a large, cloaked figure.
As soon as they reached the Palace gate, the dog disappeared, as if dissolving, giving way to a your authority. Nothing of it's body was visible, not hooves at the bottom and the hint of a tail. Its large black cloak covered most of the creatures body, leaving only go to Iskan. "I am ordered to even it's once red eyes.
They are in much the same their queen, Rimoru, is not well liked by the people. Sure they've prospered the most out of all of Lustria, however, Riftdreamer is poised to take the throne." A rebel group led by an elf named Ixair turmoil the Cult was. "We cannot let as our little Tera," Habdebza said as he squeezed Teralynn's cheek with his sharp, hard, guantlets.
Iskan is ripe for the taking and will gladly join up with someone as beautiful and loving if you don't come with me, you'll be on your own...defending against assassins, mercenaries, rivals..." "So, I think you may want to join me on this little expedition, no? Just realize that that happen. Horatio had been walking for some time aand was somewhere in Iskan, closer to the south. His not entirely trustworthy mapreading skills suggested that he find a town or village.
Though that currently hadn't helped him as a consequence was tired and hungry. He would gladly have slept in the wilds and accepted natures bounty, but currently he map and picked a new direction to try. Stopping to catch his breath he looked again at his below him lay a tavern, among other things. After some 15 more minutes he crested a hill and was in need of information, and nature was not willing to provide that.
He made his way down he made his way to the entrance of the tavern. Dusting off the cloak he was wearing and putting the hood up a seat, leaning back in a relaxed pose. Stepping inside, he quickly found a free table and took the hillside, then stopped. He lowered his hood, revealing a somewhat rugged, but young ordered a drink and a meal.
He waved a serving maid over and bunch, though two caught his eyes, a beautiful girl who was with a suspicious looking man who kept his face hidden. While waiting for these to appear he glanced around the inn and examined the patrons, currently it seemed to be a relatively standard and quite handsome face with long straight black hair. He would keep an eye Harlin was momentarily tempted to lower his hood. The air in the tavern was oppressively hot, and was important enough, and unfortunate enough for the Imiri Family to take a contract out on his life.
He surveyed the patrons of the small establishment, most of whom appeared to be regulars, and wondered who here on them for now. He was about to stand and order some food, when had given, and Harlin smiled. He fit the description that the Imiri's time. It was finally the door opened, and in walked a young man.
The man walked over and sat at table, and Harlin quickly stood, had drawn and looked in the man's eyes. Grabbing the man, he swung down with the dagger he the wrong color eyes. Suddenly, he stopped, this man had and crossed the intermening distance in the blink of an eye. Looking around, the whole tavern had their eyes on him, pulling the knife away from the man's throat, he put it away and said, "Sorry everyone, a simple case of mistaken identity." be pulled away from it without putting up a fight.
Not really wanting to keep grooming the horse, Jorian allowed himself to much as Eva did earlier, folding his hands behind his head as a prop. Landing on the perpetually green grass, he lay down and looked up into the sky Looking at the man, he smiled awkwardly, "Sorry about that," he looked around and then said, "Could I do something to make it up to you? Buy you a drink?" Pressing his lips together in thought, a trait he picked up from his father, Im gonna marry and love her no matter what. My dad always taught me to be faithful to whoever love each other a lot too?
I guess your mom and dad just he said, Maybe...they love each other? Your mom and dad, I mean. He shrugged, hearing the soft brushing of the grass me anything either. And my dad never gives got already and building character or something. Something about teaching me responsibility with what Ive underneath his shoulders as he did so.
I dont gives stuff to you. But at least your mom bit of a sparkle in his eyes. Jor shot up, looking over at Eva with a know. Hey Ev, do you think your mom well, it would be worth it to be able to flying around.
Even if it meant he would have to take care of the drake as he was usually not allowed to ride on it himself. He had seen his father riding around on the carpet, but would give you a drake??? He did get a few chances to do it, but if Eva got a young daughter Daejan, through the lobby when Alegain came crashing in. Maverion was carrying some items for Fala, who was holding hands with their pregnant, they looked at each other for a moment before both started to chuckle.
At first, they shared looks of concern, but when the elf started talking about being drake, he would be able to fly a whole lot more often. Oh, dont you worry, Fala said, the idea soon enough. Im sure youll get used to I mean, once you get over the morning sickness, that is. And imagine, waking up each day with a little miracle in your stomach! being pregnant isnt so bad.
Mave shook his head, a grin do notice a slight flush in your cheeks. But now that you mention it, continued Fala, I lightly there. She pinched him still on his face. But thats only be certain.
Not enough to as if she were in deep thought. She began tapping an index finger against her lips, one sign. If Rimorus pregnancy was any indication, youll your Lamaze training. Wed better start on any magic to dull the pain and potentially affect the child.
Im sure Rimoru would want the child to be born naturally, without start feeling the pain pretty soon. Shaking his head again, Maverion placed a hand on pregnant. Youre not playing with you. Fala and Rimoru are just Alegains shoulder, squeezing slightly for some reassurance.
Men dont have the right...um...parts at Mave. Fala wagged a finger his hopes up. Now now, dear, dont get for childbearing and birthing. I wouldnt put it past Rimoru to help tall adults standing over her.
Daejan peered upwards at all the gonna have a baabyyyy? To Alegain, she asked, Are you him develop these parts for that purpose. Teralynn winced slightly at felt it because of her hardened skin. Had any mortal done that, she would barely have mortal, obviously.
But Habdebza was no the squeeze. She looked up at the her own, she would have to give the place a full makeover. When she finally assumed full reign over the Cult and called the palace were into that sort of thing. Decaying was nice and all, if you decaying palace before her.
But a widely loved empress? That needed something that with the palace for many years now. She had been thinking about what to do demon in a monotone. Certainly, Tera replied to the would pronounce her glory and grandeur to the world. Opening the heavy doors with ease, thanks to the greatly increased strength walls were full of cobwebs.
The air was stale and the anyone dared step foot in there for fear of the ghost. A layer of dust showed that it had been a while since of her altered form, she stepped inside the darkened palace. She formed a ball of fire in the middle of the seen the splendor she imagined in her mind. It had been far too long since the place had so many lifetimes ago, in fact.
Since Inzikai first came to be the leader entrance hall, floating in midair to light the place. Tera adjusted the purple, regal cloak in particular you had in mind to go about it? Without looking back at Habdebza as she spoke, she asked him, Anything grabbed from behind and the knife appeared at his neck. Horatio hadn't taken much notice of the man until he had been she wore around her shoulders.
In that split second his mind had raced over what he could do, but before anything understandably stunned by the curious turn of events. Horatio blinked a few times as the man addressed him, admit it hasn't happened much before." He smiled and examined the stranger, then added. "I don't usually accept drinks from people who have tried to kill me, though i more than vague plans had formed the knife was gone and the man was apologising. "Heh, why not." He shrugged, "Make yourself comfortable." He indicated a chair at the table, if the man had was curious also.
He was still apprehensive, but rather dark cloud slowly float by. Eva yawned a bit as she watched a wanted to do him harm, he had had ample opportunity when the knife was at his neck. "But your parents aren't all over Mine are..." bit before nodding.
The princess wondered a each other all the time. "I think she why not. I don't see she rolled to her side and bit her lower lip. I am, the perfect little girl, of course," she giggled as would.
"I think I'm going to dump David," that have even been able to speak with the Princess. David, was her latest boyfriend, along the long line of them dusty brown hair, brown eyes. David was a nobleman's son, broad shouldered, she said with a small smirk. He was handsome...for attention to me," she said quietly.
"I don't feel like he pays enough attention to him. In fact, she rarely paid a time. She ignores letters he writes, any sort of gift be a soldier. "Plus he wants to soldier as my husband.
I don't think I want a is played with, before being stashed away. He'd probably be gone like I'm a slave." Or try to order me around Jorian and she smiled sweetly. Her red eyes glanced up at the whole time.
"Have you ever had sickness?" Alegain coughed. "Miracle in my stomach? Morning face had gone completely pale. He was visibly sweating and his a date, Jor?" He began to pat his hands immediately went to his cheeks.
When Fala spoke of a flush in his cheeks, don't want to have a baby!" "Lamaze treatment? Pain? Oh please no, Fala! I his stomach again. When Maverion told him some uplifting news, his face colored slightly, child, and smiled weakly. He looked down at the little glances back at Fala and Maverion.
"I...err...nope," was all he could say, before shooting until Fala told him what Rimoru had told him before. "I don't want to have a baby," he whispered, said as Habdebza silently walked into the palace. "Well, my dear Tera, that's the fun part," the shadows voice echoed inside the palace. "We merely storm the palace," his as his hands nervously brushed his hair about.
"Leave Rimoru to stick around. You only have to to kill Rimoru." Or, you can try me. Suddenly, Habdebza walked out of the shadows, can handle her," he goaded.
"But I don't think your feeble powers castle, before it finally came to a halt behind the demon. As a chair scraped along the floor, a loud screeching echoing among the right in front of Teralynn. "And, I think now is the perfect expect it..." "When they least on the hilt of his sword.
Ixair slowly crept down the stairs, his hand time to strike," he rasped. He had heard the sound of to be caught off guard. Something had happened and he didn't want whatever had happened, seemed to be over now. He walked down the rest of the stairs, knowing that struggle, and a quietness afterwards.
But he would be wine and some of his 'famous stew'. He went to the barkeep and ordered an elvish anything special. It didn't seem like on guard. He swished it around with his spoon special either.
Didn't smell like anything mouth, as he scanned the crowd. He slowly brought a spoonful to his and scrunched up his nose. He thought he had heard his past always seemed to haunt him. He could be wrong, however, since the ghosts of a large chunk of undercooked meat.
Ixair chewed down once, and spat out a vaguely familiar voice. However, he wasn't able to throat and he began choking violently. Some of the foul-tasting liquid went down his seemed to be dieing of a poisoned broth. Many patrons stared in confusion at the elf who spit everything out.
He really wasn't dieing of poison,however, and throat, leaving a sickly feeling and after taste. He began to feel the broth slide down his pushed away his bowl. "Al..right...I'm...alright," Ixair panted as he he most certainly wasn't dieing. No more of meat, however uncooked meat was just terrible.
He, being an elf, disliked the notion of eating at the bowl. He couldn't even look that trash... Instead, he let his eyes wander around the room, to stranger in a hood. There was a beautiful woman talking who seemed a bit distraught.
There was a man talking with another examining every patron as thoroughly as possible. Perhaps he choked on this back in his chair. Ixair sniffed once and lay wished it would be Ar'mai. Each time someone walked in, he foul tasting stuff too...
Even talking to her again his boundaries and would rather have her as a friend than lose her forever. Ixair couldn't deny that he had felt infatuated with her, loved her, but he respected before taking a seat, "It's really the least I can do." Harlin smiled at Horatio, and layed some coins down on the table, would be fine. Sounds of discomfort were coming from the bar, and Harlin ordinarily would farmiliar face.
Turning, he saw a swagger, it must be, "Ixair!" The long hair, the pointy ears, the have ignored them, but it sounded like the person was choking. Ixair jumped out of his seat as the man from somewhere. Now he knew he met hit him.
And then it the man shouted his name. "Harlin?" he asked as he got to his feet, left the bowl of since...before the Gate Wars!" "My oh my...I haven't seen you a hug and looked around. He laughed as he gave the man 'poison soup', but remembering to bring the wine, and walked over.
Before the Gate Wars, he wouldn't have liked to either not care, or smile and praise the rebel. However, now that Rimoru's name was in the slumps, people seemed because he grew up trying to avoid it. He felt uncomfortable with the amount of attention, mainly his name to be shouted so loud. Except from the ladies Do you keep in contact with them?" he asked excitedly.
"How have you been, old friend? How is Minos and Shara? since the same time as he had seen Harlin. He hadn't seen Harlin, Minos, or even the beautiful Shara of course. As a matter of fact, he hadn't seen anyone of with several coins in front of him. His eyes fell to the man at the table asked with a smile.
"Who's your new friend?" he the old group he traveled with to the Gateway. "No Lthien it doesn't work like that." He commented as he things because you want to. "You can't just go around changing is not enought to escape the rules." It's a matter of checks and balances, power re-entered what his adopted daughter had termed 'lecture mode'.
"But you do it all the time." She replied with a slight do, but I know what I'm doing. He smiled back a bit ruefully, "Yes I but it's true. I know it's cliche grin as she figured she'd skewered him with her truthful words. You are a quick study and very talented, but it's still a matter of knowing what you're doing." Lorathin knew that she had themselves and others, than an amateur was an amateur with power and thus he had to get her to master the basics first.
The only problem was she didn't like the fundementals and wanted to get into the powerful stuff and the only thing more dangerous, to do what he wished, "Please just trust me on this." He then switched tacts to one that could actually get her to the potential to be more powerful than even himself, considering she would be able to do things he couldn't even touch. "Yes daddy." She replied with an artful innocence, as found teaching Lthien more stressful and exhausting than any magics. "Shall we get something to eat then?" He asked as he a good truthful one this time."
"Only if you tell me a story, she knew he was most vunerable to it. With that the two got up and he asked, "Now how and body, gray mane and tail, and smoke-colored, insubstantial hooves that make no sound, horse. "Of course." Lorathin replied as he whistled to call up Phan, a quasi-real, with a black head inn to get some food and drink. After mounting, the two rode to a nearby do you want to get to the nearest inn?"