Flames of Darkness (Started- Still accepting)

Shady · 2012-11-25T21:18:27Z

A mighty warrior assembled behind him a massive, skilled army. He led his army across the countryside, devouring small villages, crushing rebellion- until none remained but he and his followers. He declared himself King and few were living to dispute his claim. He wasn’t faithful, and soon found himself with many infant sons. Advised to name an heir, but uncertain which of his sons would be most suited to the crown, he split his kingdom into eight parts, and named each son heir to a throne, with intentions to amend his decision once his boys’ personalities were fully formed- to restore his kingdom to a single fortress. He died before that day came, and his kingdom was broken. Four short decades later only three kingdoms remained- the others conquered, crushed, forgotten: Neko, Atra, and Genor. Genor had withdrawn all contacts from the neighbouring nations, and shut itself deep within the protection of its mountainous ranges. Neko and Atra, both aggressive nations, reached an agreement- that the Prince of Neko and the Princess of Atra would wed, and that the nations would become allies. The Princess of Atra had no desire to marry her cousin, nor did the Prince want to marry her- and fresh, civil battles were waged. Messengers carried forged letters. Spies reported false information. Atra and Neko’s leaders were killed in the battles. The newly assumed thrones, their pride injured by the other’s refusal of marriage, declared war on each other. Who will you side with? The Queen of Fire? The King of Shadows? The Lord of the Mountains? When nothing is certain but fear and death, and no one is what they seem... Atra- Kingdom of Fire Roles in society: Women- Women are to birth and raise warriors. A prized woman will be silent and observant, respected by her children (though not often her husband), and possess ample strength to run her household and give her sons basic training. Women are to be seen and not heard. If a woman ventures to speak out against a man- or against a man’s abilities- she had better be able to defend herself and be prepared for a Test, because other men won’t come to her rescue. A woman who can defeat a man in battle, or simply requests one, will be given a Test, and, if she passes, she will be placed in the Fire Queen’s ranks- to be treated, in all respects, as a man of equal rank. A woman, once she has proven herself, is given an equal opportunity for advancement, though is not given a handicap because she’s a woman- if she can’t earn something, she can’t have it. Girls- Girls are given only the most basic training in arms, typically in whatever Craft their mother learned—they only learn enough to be able to train the sons that they are expected to bear one day. The age of their training varies, depending on the capabilities of the girl, but is typically completed by the time they’re nine. Girls learn their basic figures, reading, and writing- and then begin mastering the things women commonly do, cooking, cleaning, caring for children, etc. Men- Men are prideful and possessive, often brawling if they feel they’ve been done wrong, or that their woman has been slighted (outside the mild condescension to be expected). From an early age (commonly four winters) they cease to be babied by their mothers, who eventually become their first tutors. From age 4 to 7 they are Stage One, from 8 to 10 is Stage Two, when they are 11 and 12 they are Starters, and ages 13 and 14 are Apprentices. Stage One- The boy will begin to learn independence. He will master dressing and bathing himself, as well as begin to keep his Father’s or older brother(s)’ weapons cleaned. He will begin to learn a Craft- typically the one his mother learned. He will learn to read, write, and perform basic math computations. He will begin to learn horsemanship. Stage Two- He will know how to fully groom himself, and how to maintain weapons. He will be proficient in the Craft his mother decided to teach him, and will begin learning the other Crafts- usually from an older brother or older friend, but sometimes his mother. His reading will be fluent, his writing legible, and an older man will teach him more advanced mathematics. His father will observe him as he trains, and will discourage any weakness he displays. His father continue to teach him horsemanship. Starter- His education will be fully taken over by his Father, who will now be familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of his son. His time with his mother will be significantly restricted, and all sympathies lost. He will practice his Craft- his shortcomings punished more severely- and practice the Crafts that he’s unskilled in, though the majority of his time will be spent honing his skills in his Craft, and the Craft of his father. Apprentice- The boy will take up residence with a Master of the Craft he wishes to pursue. His Master will hone his skills in the Craft, and teach him things beyond the common knowledge (see the list of Crafts). In return, the boy will care for h is Master’s arms, cook meals, keep his Master’s house and stable, and accompany his Master wherever he goes. Test- When a boy is 15 years old, or whenever his Master deems him ready, he will be tested in the Craft of his choice. The Test is intense- taxing mentally, as well as physically- and different, depending on the Craft. All Crafts require the Apprentice to survive for a fortnight in the wilderness, with nothing but their weapon, a knife, a flint, and some steel. Neko- Kingdom of Shadows Roles in society: Women- Women have two options- become a Yulaki or a Citizen. Yulaki are women the mild type, treated gently- in word and deed- behaving as perfect ladies. They are ever available to keep a man company, and only speak when they’re spoken to- excluding talking to other Yulaki. Often if a man finds a Yulaki who he is particularly fond of, he will take her into his dwelling, providing her with food and shelter, in return for her services. Women who decide to become Citizens are decidedly more opinionated and express their opinions more freely. Women who pass the Citizenship Test are treated as a man, being allowed to freely converse with them, and, if she feels she’s been slighted, she can brawl with men without bringing any disgrace on her or her household. Men- Men are raised to be warriors. Every man is a Citizen, and therefore a soldier in the King’s army, which is his first profession. Men often prefer swords to any other weapon, leaving archery for women- not out of disrespect, but because women tend to have better aim, and seem to prefer long-distance fighting over hand-to-hand combat, though all weapons are welded by both genders. Men tend to be arrogant and prideful, but usually keep their opinions private, unless they have a score they wish to settle. Few men speak empty threats- and fewer still live long enough to speak them twice. Any insult is taken on a highly personal level, and typically settled before the night is through. Children- Children are raised from birth to be warriors. From the time they can walk, boys begin to spar with their fathers, who aren’t gentle in their lessons- backhanding, punching, and slapping boys, sometimes no taller than your belt, when they err in their form. Girls receive somewhat gentler lessons until they’re five years old, when they choose whether they’re going to become a Citizen or a Yulaki. A girl can change her decision to be a Citizen until she takes her Citizenship Test, a Yulaki may apply for Citizenship at any time, though it’s far harder for a girl who didn’t receive the training as a child. Children training to become Citizens receive a crude education, reading, writing, their primary figures- and intense training with swords. Every Citizen must be somewhat capable with a spear and a bow, but only those who choose those as a primary weapon receive extensive training. Yulaki, having more time for leisure, learn to read more fluently, and more advanced mathematics. Yulaki study poems and practice their elocution, learn to sew and embroider, and learn to play an instrument- usually a harp, lyre, or piano. Yulaki that are talented masseuses tend to be the most popular, as do Yulaki who are skilled in the kitchen. Citizenship Test- Every winter, a faction of young Nekoites, typically in their twelfth year, apply for Citizenship through an Audition, in which they must prove themselves stronger than their peers. They are taken to the bottom of a steep mountain, and put in one end of an arena- in the other end, there are several Nekoite Citizens. The Citizens are armed with clubs, as are the initiates. The initiates must fight their way out of the arena, and up the mountain- battling against each other, for the honour and ranks that come with being in the first ten to arrive back at the town, and against the conditions. Genor- Kingdom in the Mountains Little is known about the people of Genor. They typically keep to themselves- allowing few people to enter their country, and fewer still to leave it. They’re considered Rebels, resentful of both the ruler of Neko and the ruler of Atra, but neutral in the war- rumoured to be waiting for the two to exhaust their resources, and thus be easier to defeat once the other throne falls. Crafts Archery- Soldiers who choose a different Craft recieve minimal training, making them accurate at only a very short distance. Soldiers and Citizens who chose this as thier Craft, however, recieve detailed instruction. They will learn to shoot different types of bows, different types of arrows, learn how to make their own weapons, learn to make arrows and re-fletch them, and learn tricks to make them lethal at a further distance-- such as a countering cross-winds and tweaking arrows. Magic- Magic comes in many different forms. Wizards have the furthest range- at least they rumor themselves to. They have tendancies of making interesting things happen when they come around, and are generally a better thing to have as an ally than an enemy. Enchanters can charm nearly anyone into spilling thier secrets or helping them out of a pinch. Magicians come in many different facets- from magicians who can control the Elements- Earth, Water, Wind, Fire, to magicians who can only control smaller things, such as items or situations around them. Swordsmanship The Craft favored by Nekoite Citizens, and an art practiced by all, swordsmanship requires a good deal of strength and discipline, speed, and finesse. You have to be observant, as to see the weaknesses in your opponent's guard, and quick enough to use the opening. Staffsman Few people use staffs, finding them harder to wield and even harder to maim someone. It takes a great deal of strenght and endurance for this Craft. Spearman A more popular choice than a staff, few people use spears either. They're useless in hand-to-hand combat, and, being projectile, are usually only good for one enemy at a time. Hand-To-Hand A somewhat popular choice, people who pursue thier crafts in Hand-To-Hand combat will be trained extensively with thier hands, and a few other select weapons, depending on the Master that teaches them. Someone who choses this as his Craft will learn the pressure points and lethal areas of a human body, and no longer be under the socially accepted rule that a Challenge must be answered. Few people are willing to fight with someone of this Craft, and for good reason. Other If your character wants a different Craft, let me know, and I'll add it. :) Character Profile: Name: (First and last names required) Nickname: (A personal title, if you have one, or what people call you) Age: (Age range is from 15-45 *Kings should be in their teens or twenties*) Gender: Class: (wizard, enchanter, warrior, ranger, rogue, peasant) Race: (human, dwarf, elf, shape-shifter *specify which shapes you can take*, other commonly known creature) Rank: (Apprentice, Graduate, Citizen, Lieutenant, Captain, other- see below) Skills: (choose three: speed, strength, endurance, intelligence, dexterity, magic, accuracy, camouflage, stealth) Weakness: (choose one: speed, strength, endurance, intelligence, dexterity, magic, accuracy, camouflage, stealth) Allegiance: (Nekoites or Atraians) Appearance: (Pics are optional. Try to avoid Anime) Personality: (Minimum 50 words. Be descriptive.) History: (Be descriptive. At least two paragraphs in length, and none of this "don't remember" nonsense. Even if they don't, explain why, and besides, each character has a story.) Up for love: (Yes, no, and what orientation.) Other: (Anything forgotten.) Character Slots Queen of Fire- ShadowVyper Fire Advisor-Trinity9001 Fire War Chief- Megsug Fire Master of Spies-DudeMcGuy Fire soldiers- -Payne -Thelios Apprentice- - Graduate- -ShadowVyper King of Darkness-Impaired Dark Advisor-thestorygirl Dark War Chief- Dark Master of Spies-Dawnpath1 Dark soldiers/Citizens- -SidereaAquila -Trinity9001 King of Genor-Megsug Rebel Advisor- Alvarin Rebel Master of Spies- Rebels- - - - - - Rules (Gotta have 'em) Don't kill off another character without the creator's permission. Keep romance to kissing and holding hands. Fade out if it goes much further than that. Try to post fairly regularly, please. Have fun! :)

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Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:03 am

methrirr123 says... · Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:03 am

Rovaalian

Dust of the dead? Magic? Crap. Rovaalian hated magic. And the feeling, he knew, was mutual. Ever since he could remember, magic had acted wrong around him. Magical healings didn't work, or they worked, but blew the healer halfway across the room... if it was a big room. And he couldn't learn it. He hated not being able to learn magic. He had tried to learn once. It went terribly.

He led the horses to an empty stable, filled with the white powder. He sighed as he tied the two up, leaving them in the room. They squirmed against their harnesses, but Rovaalian didn't care all that much. He wanted to go see what the royals were arguing about.

He watched from the sidelines just as Aelicine had finished saying something. She had then stepped into the corner, waiting for the royals to quit bickering. Rovaalian went over to her.

"I put the horses in the stables." he said.

"Good, good..." she said.

"It's covered in dust in there." he said.

"Crap..." she said.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

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Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:06 pm

Shady says... · Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:06 pm

Anaki Shadowflame

"I... Um...It's not only me I'm worried about." Balik said slowly.

Someone stepped around the corner and said something. I didn't know who she was. I ignored her, taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself, as Korhel backed off and sat down. I resumed my pacing.

"Can I ask for an evacuation of my countrymen? I don't want to give them up to whatever has decided it's home should be in my mountains....I'm not abandoning Genor. I'm fighting, but I'll have my people behind me all the way."

"Of course." I cleared my throat. "Of course, they're to come too. That's what I meant. A monarch should never leave their people, for more than peace negotiations and such."

I glared at Korhel, daring him to argue with me, but he was, for once, silent. Someone murmured something, probably to the girl.

I continued my pacing. There was an invisible army. People and animals were turning to dust. I just invited my cousins-- both of them, one of whom had been trying to steal my throne since I got it five years previous-- to my country.

They were both going to see everything. They were going to see and hear Cordel's taunts. They were going to see that my 'subjects' were barely less than my equals. I'd probably be Challenged when I explain why I put Malbrar under my protection.

They were going to see me....Oh, this was bad. Even assuming the Atraians didn't act like complete fools Some chance of that., we didn't have anywhere near enough food to feed the three kingdoms. I'd have to admit it, or risk everyone starving. I'd have to accept help from...Malbrar. My cheek twitched. I rubbed my face quickly, hoping no one saw.

"One thing you should be aware of, however," I said, breaking the icy silence that had settled around us. "Is that the Atraians are used to Challenges. There are fights, and they're brutal, and you'll be under Atraian law while you're there."

"Which means you're trying to rule--" Korhel started hotly.

"It means," I snapped, dignified and imperiously, "That I am giving you fair warning. If Corhel busts you in the mouth, I don't want you to come crying to me."

"I'll run a sword through his middle if he tries it."

"You will not. It's the way of my country, and if you're going to live there, you're going to abide by the rules."

"I'll kill any fucking man who tries to hit me--"

"If they issue a formal Challenge, you have to accept, and you cannot bring weapons."

"Who is this Cordel bastard anyway? I'll run him through with my sword."

"With the way you fight, I suppose you would need a crutch like that." I snapped, eyes flashing.

"I suppose I'm a better fighter than you." Korhel was on his feet again.

I was on top when we quit last time...Naki, no. No, no, no, don't encourage it.

"Don't be a child." I crossed my arms, daring him to come closer. Eira was standing beside me, her stance dangerously similar to mine.

"Anaki Shadowflame, I Challenge you to a Match." Korhel snarled.

Oh...fuck. There was nothing else I could think of. I didn't have any choice but to accept. Win, and war would erupt twice as bad. Lose, and be scorned for life. There would be no winner in a Match between royals.

"Did you not hear me? Or do you just not have the balls to answer?"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I snapped. "There's an invisible army on the loose, we've got two countries to evacuate, and three countries to integrate, and you're worried about a fucking Match?"

"If you're scared just say so." Korhel spat. "I'll gladly tell everyone in Atra that little miss Shadowflame is a big--"

"No! You're not going to tell a fucking soul we fought. None of you are, but I'm in just the fucking mood to settle this right now."

"Naki..." Eira said warningly.

"Careful," Balik urged.

"Malbrar, I accept your Challenge. Let's go do this fucking thing." I turned on my heel and started from the room.

Eira was at my side in an instant, as I stormed down the hallway, towards the clearing I'd seen behind the stables. Eira's jaw was tight. "Do you really think that this is the best way to handle--"

"He Challenged me Eira, I had no choice."

"You can't win."

"I...know that." I sighed. "But if I bloody his nose, he might shut up for a while at least."

"You think that's likely?" Eira raised her eyebrows as I stopped, shrugging off the cloak I'd gotten her to approve of me wearing.

I sighed, un-belting my sword and tossing it on top of my cloak. "No...but...what should I have done?"

The others arrived. I threw my many daggers down on the cloak, from my boots, my belt, a sheath on my back, the sharpened metal rod in my hair. I didn't need to get pissed and stab Korhel on impulse. I also didn't need Korhel to decide to use any of my weapons against me.

I kicked my boots off, taking my socks off and balling them inside. "Alright Malbrar, this is how it works. No weapons, it's fist on fist. That means no swords, daggers, imbedded gloves, boots, magic, or otherwise. Got it?"

"Why no boots?" he mused as he unbelted his sword.

"Most people have more dignity than to Challenge women." I enjoyed watching his face flush red. "And...kicking, is perfectly allowed. We didn't want there to be any permanent damage done. After all, we do need another generation."

Korhel looked a bit worried, but continued to disarm himself.

"Alright, Hunter, you're in charge of magical interference. Balik, you're the judge. Two impartial parties, though I'm sure Eira will be happy to intervene on your word."

Hunter and Balik both looked started. "W-what?"

I sighed and turned to Hunter. "Malbrar can used magic. He's not allowed to. If he's getting ready to, or if he does, it's your job to neutralize it."

"What about you?" Hunter asked suspiciously.

Korhel laughed. "Let her use her magic! She's more likely to blow one of her own fingers off than scathe me."

I glared at him, but nodded to Hunter. "He's...got an ungracious way of putting it, but he's right. I won't. If I did, however, stop me."

"And...I'm the judge? So I say when it's over?"

I grinned ferally at Balik's hopeful question. "Not quite. You stop it if you see blood, or if one of us blacks out and the other doesn't stop pounding on them."

"Ah..." Balik tugged at his collar nervously.

"As I said, Eira would probably be most willing to do the job. However, she is not an impartial party, so therefore disqualified from the job. You can dispatch her services, though. Right Eira?"

Eira gave Korhel a look that would've made any intelligent being shudder. "I will."

Korhel and I stepped to the middle of the ring, glaring at each other, though I continued to address Balik. "You also make sure that little wolf doesn't try to attack me."

"What if she does?" Balik asked a bit nervously.

"I'll take care of it." Eira was looking between Luna and Korhel hungrily.

"What do I do to take care of her?" Balik swallowed, finding himself standing between Luna and Eira, who each had a dangerous glint in their eyes.

I looked at them carelessly. "Right...I don't know. I don't think I'd get between them...especially not if they shift on you..."

Balik nodded, taking a step back, getting further away from the lot of us. He stepped around them, and nodded again, wetting his lips. "Are you sure--"

"What are the rules, Naki?" Korhel asked. "You gonna stick your wolf on me if I punch you in the gut?"

I whirled on him. "No rules... well, no hair pulling. It's girly and no one likes it."

"That it?"

"That's it."

Balik murmured something nervously.

I sighed and turned towards Eira. "Can you just wait to snarl at her for a bit? You're making Balik ner-"

Something hard stuck my cheek, knocking me off my feet. I looked up, blinking and rubbing my face, to find Korhel standing over me. "You said there's no rules."

That was a cheap shot.

"That's right." I swung my leg around, cleaning Korhel's legs from under him. I rose to my feet, waiting for him to get up.

When Korhel pushed himself up, he charged immediately, swing his fist at my head. I blocked and drove my fist into his stomach. The fight was on.

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Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:44 am

AlmondEyes says... · Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:44 am

Luna

So, two royals are at it again. I'm not really surprised seeing as how they act more like children then adults. The queen was saying something I was paying no attention to, when I heard, "You also make sure that little wolf doesn't try to attack me."

My gaze cut to her. Was she talking about me? First of all, I was taller than her, and could squash her like a bug. And second; who the hell is she to make any kind of assumptions about me?

"I'll take care of it." Eira looked between the king and I.

She could try.

"What do I do to take care of her?" Balik swallowed, finding himself standing between me and Eira, who were dead locked in a stare.

She looked carelessly. "Right...I don't know. I don't think I'd get between them...especially not if they shift on you..."

Damn straight. I pulled out again and let my mind wander as the fight starts. I didn't really think about much of anything, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Was that...Dust? What the hell.

"What the... is this...?" said the Queen.

"Dust... DUST... WHO ARE YOU?" said King Neko.

"You are both fools." said the strange man said quietly, but deliberately. All eyes were on him, including the horrified gaze of the woman behind him. Everybody made to interupt, but he continued. "You are doing exactly what he wants. He came here with what purpose? To put you in a state of chaos, and civil war. And did he succeed? Are you all so weak as to let him succeed?" he said. He would have continued, but a very hard punch to the face stopped him. It was from the woman. It made him stumble, but he regained his balance quickly, and backed away invitingly. Something made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end all of a sudden, and I look around. Hm.

"What Rovaalian means to say," she began more calmly, "is that you shouldn't be fighting. Not now. Anyways, we're still in Genor, so we don't have to abide by Atraian rules, now do we?"

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" the Queen asked. Eira seemed to advance slowly with agreement. The woman held her ground.

"Aelicine." she said, almost talking down to the queen. the Queen looked like she was going to kill her, but she stumbled. And just like that, everybody blinked. Seemingly for no reason, but then Hunter spoke up.

I looked around once again, but was pulled back by the sound of the Queen's voice. "I'm not interested right this moment. I want to know who that is."

Aelicine started, but Rovaalian cut her off. "That, if by that you mean to say me, is Rovaalian. Also, I am Rovaalian. Hello."

"Oh yeah?" she said. "What do you do, Rovaalian? Can you fight?"

"Well, I don't know, you'll have to ask my tutor. She's--"

"He can fight." she said quickly. "He's no tank, but he can get around your defenses pretty quick. Personally," she added "I wouldn't really classify him as a fighter, more as an ah..." but she stopped herself. She doesn't want to say it.

"I'm an assassin. Or was, I suppose, until three days ago. Nice to meet all of you, now that you don't want to kill eachother. Unless you do want to kill eachother, in which case it may not be all that nice to meet you."

"I've got half a mind to kill you, assassin." Said Eira, advancing on Rovaalian now.

"You'll find me alot more useful alive and armed then dead, and that's if you can kill me."

"Is that a challenge?" asked Eira.

I rolled my eyes. Wow.

"I don't know. Am I?" Rovaalian

"Rovaalian, please." said Aelicine. "You're being a fool. Why don't you do something productive." Rovaalian simply put his hands up in mock surrender, but maintained that obnoxious grin from earlier. Thust then, a sound like thunder from not so far away drew their attention.

"What was that?" asked all the royals at once.

"I doubt it was thunder" said Rovaalian. Hunter may have nodded, but it was hard to tell. Rovaalian wasted no time in running off towards the noise. It must have been only a few miles away, but that didn't stop him.

"Rovaalian! Get back here!" said Aelicine.

"Where are you going, assassin?" asked Eira.

"To assassinate someone." Rovaalian replied sarcastically, and headed off in the direction of the sound.

"We might as well follow them." I shrug.

The royals gather their stuff and head off behind Rovalian. I walk up to the Queen. "I have a bone to pick with you."

She turns to look at me with a raised eye brow.

"First of all, i'm not little. " I begin. I'm twice your size, and ten times strong than you, and if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to stab you in the back. I'm faster than you'll ever be."

She blinked for a second. I didn't know what that meant, but I kept going. "I don't give a damn who you are. You don't know me, therefore you have no right to say anything about me. The fact that you think i'd attack you says that you should probably get to know me better, though I don't think either one of us want that."

Fuck. Calm down, Luna. You don't need anyone else staring at your hair. Sometimes when I get worked up like this, the silver in my hair tends to spread faster. And since I haven't shifted in while, it'll show up that much faster. To most I would probably look calm cool and collected. I probably look like that. But since there were two other shifters here, they could most likely smell the irritation coming off of me.

Now she just looked... Not quite stunned, but not shocked either. I'll say very mildly surprised. I walk past her and and Eira, who looked like her head was about to explode, and headed towards the my king, who was looking at me with an unabashed smile. "Very well done, young one."

"I don't like it when people who don't know say things like that, and I don't appreciate it." I just shrug.

"Hm." he nods, but says nothing.

King Balik just looks distraught. He tugs on his collar and clears his throat. "Shall we go then?"

Everyone else began to move except me. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end again. I tilted my nose up to scent the air, and didn't catch the glare Eira threw at me. The Queen just kept walking. I just acted as if I was paying them no mind and inhaled deeply. Something about the air was off. Was it the commotion we just heard? Guess we'd find out. I caught up with the others, but stayed behind to watch our back. Every few steps, Eira would glance back at me. What the hell? Was she waiting for something? She looked back again, and I raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

Her lip twitched, but she said nothing and turned back around. Hm. Strange if I do say so myself.

"What is dead my never die, but rises again, larger and stronger..."

*Ride like Lightening, crash like Thunder*

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies..."

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Tue Jan 29, 2013 3:03 am

methrirr123 says... · Tue Jan 29, 2013 3:03 am

Rovaalian.

Aelicine barely flinched when the fighting broke out between the royals. Rovaalian groaned. They both followed the group outside where the fighting started officially. As funny as it was, Rovaalian got the sense that it was seriously going to screw things over.

"What are they doing? Weren't they just making nice?

"Honestly," Aelicine said. "I don't think they'll ever make nice." she said, smiling every time Korhel got a good hit in.

"Well, that won't do." said Rovaalian simply, walking off.

"What are you doing?" asked Aelicine. Rovaalian didn't answer. He didn't have time for anybody to try to stop what he was doing. He walked calmly through the square untill he came to a pile of dust. It was powdered bone. He recognized it as what Stu used to make into soup while Rovaalian was still in the camp with the bandits. It was human bone, no doubt, but bone was bone. He gathered up two fistfuls of the stuff, and strode back to the fight. They were still fighting like children. At least they were both humans. Rovaalian had almost had enough of the advantages that Aelicine had over him as a shifter. Still, though. He was faster. Without thinking about how bad things could turn out for him, he through the dust over both royals, who sputtered and reeled in shock, and then disgust.

"What the... is this...?" said the Queen.

"Dust... DUST... WHO ARE YOU?" said King Neko.

"You are both fools." Rovaalian said quietly, but deliberately. All eyes were on him, including the horrified gaze of Aelicine. She would, no doubt, bail him out of this. The only question was how long she would wait. Everybody made to interupt, but he continued. "You are doing exactly what he wants. He came here with what purpose? To put you in a state of chaos, and civil war. And did he succeed? Are you all so weak as to let him succeed?" he said. He would have continued, but a very hard punch to the face stopped him. It was Aelicine. It made him stumble, but he regained his balance quickly, and backed away invitingly. Aelicine gave him a deadly look. You are sooooo lucky we are in public, in front of royals right now. it said. That was fast. Aelicine would bail him out after all.

"What Rovaalian means to say," she began more calmly, "is that you shouldn't be fighting. Not now. Anyways, we're still in Genor, so we don't have to abide by Atraian rules, now do we?" Her remarkeable charisma under pressure winning over. Even after just having pounded Rovaalian in the face.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" the Queen asked. Eira seemed to advance slowly, as though she agreed. Aelicine held her ground.

"Aelicine." she said, almost talking down to the queen. the Queen looked like she was going to kill her, but she stumbled. And just like that, everybody blinked. Seemingly for no reason, but then Hunter spoke up.

"An energy has departed... I can't describe it, but there's something that isn't there anymore." he said.

"Like a spell?" asked Balik. He looked like he would have asked more, and that Hunter would have responded, were it not for Eira speaking.

"I'm not interested right this moment. I want to know who that is." she said maliciously. She began to advance on Rovaalian now. more shapeshifters. Wheeee...

Aelicine started, but Rovaalian cut her off. "That, if by that you mean to say me, is Rovaalian. Also, I am Rovaalian. Hello."

"Oh yeah?" she said. "What do you do, Rovaalian? Can you fight?"

"Well, I don't know, you'll have to ask my tutor. She's--" he began, but strangely, Aelicine cut him off. Her voice was bitter, but that was probably because of how stupid Rovaalian just was. Rovaalian thought he was pretty damn smart. He broke up a fight, for the first time ever. Next time, though, he thought he'd just use flower instead. This gave him an excelent Idea for a practical joke when they got to Atra.

"He can fight." she said quickly. "He's no tank, but he can get around your defenses pretty quick. Personally," she added "I wouldn't really classify him as a fighter, more as an ah..." but she stopped herself. She didn't want to say it. Interesting...

"I'm an assassin. Or was, I suppose, until three days ago. Nice to meet all of you, now that you don't want to kill eachother. Unless you do want to kill eachother, in which case it may not be all that nice to meet you." He figured this was probably the best thing to say. He didn't want to make himself look too bad, especially now that Aelicine seemed to be less mad at him. Maybe she'd just almost kill him later.

"I've got half a mind to kill you, assassin." Said Eira, advancing on Rovaalian now. Well, that went well.

"You'll find me alot more useful alive and armed then dead, and that's if you can kill me." He said. As soon as he did, he knew exactly what was coming next, and he regretted it.

"Is that a challenge?" asked Eira.

There it was, right on cue. How did he know?

"I don't know. Am I?" Rovaalian said. Slowly his grip on his own obnoxiousness slowly slid from his grasp like... a fine powder.

"Rovaalian, please." said Aelicine. "You're being a fool. Why don't you do something productive." Rovaalian simply put his hands up in mock surrender, but maintained that obnoxious grin from earlier. Then there was the thunder, a resounding boom that shook the ground. It wasn't far off, either. Rovaalian could tell what direction it was in.

"What was that?" asked all the royals at once.

"I doubt it was thunder" said Rovaalian. Hunter may have nodded, but it was hard to tell. Rovaalian wasted no time in running off towards the noise. It must have been only a few miles away, but that didn't stop him.

"Rovaalian! Get back here!" said Aelicine. She deffinitely wanted to make him do some ridiculous training drill.

"Where are you going, assassin?" asked Eira.

"To assassinate someone." Rovaalian replied sarcastically, and headed off in the direction of the sound. He didn't feel like waiting to see who followed. Maybe this would be how he died. Maybe he could do it deffending someone. He hoped, secretly, that it was Aelicine. He didn't know yet if he cared about the others yet.

Glitch.

He could feel the gauntlet leeching his energy. At this rate, he would need to use the souls to keep him alive. He needed to cover his tracks, or at least he needed to get them off the trail entirely. To do that, he needed to make them think he had moved on. To do that, he would need to blow something up, something he had no trouble with. But for that, energy was required. He couldn't go back into the city. He would get caught. There was no means of hiding his magical signature now that the gauntlet would only allow for destructive casting. He needed to work fast, for no doubt his aura was leaking into the city. He had to take some energy. He wouldn't be able to take Hunter's without him knowing, and taking Quicks would be risky. The royals didn't have enough. There was a strange antimagic signature rising from the area around where the royals were, and he didn't know what it was. He would have to avoid that. Though maybe it would cancel his signature... No. He had to get away. To do that, he would need a portal. For that he needed energy, and he wouldn't be able to cast it without spell energy that was not caused by the gauntlet. The chaos spell... that kept the royals fighting. He had to lift it; he needed the energy. He willed the winds to unweave his spell, and recycle the energy, and they reluctantly obeyed. Then, with an explosion like a hundred thunderclaps, he absorbed the life of everything for half a mile. A perfectly circular plot of nothing but dust surrounded him. He didn't have time to store the power. He needed to open a portal now. He forced it open to a place that he thought of on the fly; a strange tribesland. Didn't Quick originally live here? Glitch didn't have time for this. He needed power. Suddenly, he got an idea. Without thinking, (thank you soulsucker gauntlet) he blasted the entire village to bits, killing everyone therein. He had to focus the energy into another four skulls, full to the brim with power. Now what? He had blundered his original plan, and now had absolutely nowhere to hide. He had to go into the city. He took up his skulls, and strapped them all around his waist. He must've looked amazing. But he didn't have the time. He ran for it, making for the long route around the city, where he would make his portal. With any luck, the royals would be investigating the sound he had just made.

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Sorry guys. I scrapped the post, but then re wrote it because Janika put her up. PLEASE DON'T DELETE YOUR POST, JANIKA. I tried to make it as agreeable as I could.

ps. the disarming of Glitch, coming soon.

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Tue Jan 29, 2013 12:03 pm

Alvarin says... · Tue Jan 29, 2013 12:03 pm

Hunter
The king of Neko and queen of Atra were behaving like children. We were at war and they should be discussing how to get our countries through it, but instead they had decided to have a little fight. Balik, timid as he was, made no objection even though he should've, and I couldn't tell royals what to do now, could I? I just had to wait and hope that they would realize that their countries would crumble if they didn't let go of their pride, or whatever it was.

I was relieved when Aelicine and Rovaalian spoke up, even though they both seemed a bit shady, and the dust that the boy stirred up was making my nose itch. For a moment I hoped that the royals would finally get back on track, but those hopes were shattered when I felt a colossal amount of energy just disappear. A tension that I hadn't known was there had been removed, and everyone suddenly seemed to relax a bit. Had the creature placed spells on the royals without me noticing it? Normally, this would've annoyed me greatly, but there was something more than just the energy from the Orc that had disappeared. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on, since it had always been there.

"An energy has departed.." I started. People who could not sense magic probably wouldn't understand. "I can't describe it, but there's something that isn't there anymore."

"Like a spell?" Balik asked, and I was about to answer when Eira cut me of.

While they talked I tried to understand what the other power that had disappeared was. I had never thought about it before, because it had always been there, and its disappearance left a hole. The other started walking away, so I followed. Both the ground and the air seemed colder, even more hostile than before now that it was gone. Spells? Spells to make this land more fertile, warmer, friendlier. Ancient spells.. The world suddenly seemed to spin and my legs threatened to fold underneath me. Surely, it couldn't be those spells? If they were not being upheld anymore.. That meant..

"Hunter, are you okay?" Balik had turned to look at me, as I had apparently stopped walking.

"My tribe," I mumbled. Before anyone had time to ask I turned into my canine form, not caring who saw me and what they thought, and sprinted towards the place where I knew they'd be. I could hear paws behind me, but I didn't turn to see who it was.

Panic, my heart racing, my paws barely even touching the ground as I run. Just like that night when my father hadn't come back, and I had heard the wolfs howling. I had never found him, just his blood. I had followed his scent for hours, just to realize that he was gone, and I would never see him again.

When I finally arrived, hours later, the whole tribe was gone. All that remained was soot and charcoal. Everything had burnt to the ground in a circle, and in the middle of that circle the remnants of dark magic lingered. My mother was gone, my cousins, my friends. Everyone. I didn't have any family left, I didn't have a home.

I changed back to my human form, not knowing what else to do, and fell down on my knees. For the first time ever I welcomed the pain in my right leg.

"What is this place?" I heard the wolf behind me ask.

"My home," I whispered. The sudden burst of wind that hit us was freezing now when my tribe's ancient magic no longer warmed it. It didn't matter if the Orc was here or not, this country was doomed now.

Of some reason I looked up, and I remained with me face turned up towards the sky for what seemed like an eternity. At first I didn't understand. The still burning remnants of my village was floating upside down in the sky, like a giant reflection of the village that was no longer there. Eventually I realized that it was no magical mirror, but a portal. My village was on the other side. Maybe someone was still alive?

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Wed Jan 30, 2013 1:23 am

Dawnpath1 says... · Wed Jan 30, 2013 1:23 am

Aelicine Sehinine
(I'm going to do this one in first person, it'll be a bit easier for me)

I arrived with the rest of the group, watching the Changeling weep over the ashes of his village. I felt pity, and a remorse for the boy, but when he suggested we go through the portal, my neck-fur lifted. I was not scared of the portal, I was scared of where it went. These decisions, however, were not mine to make, so I turned to the problem at hand. What had destroyed the village. Magic. Rovalaan is going to have a bad day, I should think.. I thought, looking around the clearing. Faint wisps of scent wisped through the air, and I examined them carefully. Fear-scents of sweat and... less desirable articles filled the air, but I zero'd in on the one I thought to be the most unknown. This one was also found in a small foot print. I turned to Rovalaan, and handed him a small bone whistle, "If anything happens, give that a good blow,and I'll come as quickly as I can. If they go through that portal, there's a high probability I won't be able to hear it, so you'll need to put a sign in front of it that I can recognize. If you can make it though there without disrupting the... magic, then I expect you to guard them, with emphasis on the King of Neko. Should you fail..." I paused, thinking, "It would depends on the terms of your failure but remember; capture is better than death in terms of people you are trying to protect. Trust your swords, and work together. That is the warrior way." I promptly morphed, and sniffed the footprint, scampering off to follow the lead.

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Fri Feb 08, 2013 10:45 pm

methrirr123 says... · Fri Feb 08, 2013 10:45 pm

Rovaalian
Way of the Warrior? If she said so. He watched as she scampered off, morphing into a cat. It seemed that humans were less of a majority then he thought around these parts. At least half of the people who he was supposed to protect were shifters. On top of that, he doubted he was much stronger than anyone. He looked down to examine the small whistle that Aelicine had given him, turning his back to the portal. It was just an ordinary whistle. He noticed through the back of his mind that his back was going slightly numb, but thought nothing of it. He looked up at the people who were coming towards he and the portal, the people who he was supposed to "protect". Of them there was Anaki, queen of Atra, who was supposed to be a great fighter. Korhel, King of Neko, who was supposed to be better than Anaki. Rovaalian wondered why Aelicine felt the need to expressly tell Rovaalian that he was the main priority. He looked like he could handle himself. Then there was Luna, about whom Rovaalian was not sure. He knew that she was supposed to be fast. Extremely fast. Then again, so am I. Rovaalian's mind said. By now, the numbness in his back had turned to an odd tingling sensation. It felt oddly pleasant, like being itched on the inside of your back. It was somewhat relieving, so he didn't think to move. The others were next to him by now, examining the portal.

"Is that Hunter down there?" asked Anaki. "And Eira with him?"

"Yes." Balik replied grimly. He gazed sorrowfully through the portal. He didn't make eye contact.

"Is that..." Luna began.

"It looks like the remains of a village." finished Anaki. Luna gave her an annoyed look, but if Anaki noticed it she didn't show it. "Probably didn't even get to fight back. That orc... thing, whatever; it totally ended what that village may have been before, but now it's... well now it's just a pile of ashes."

"Before you say anything else," said Balik. "I'll have you know that that village was Hunters home. That, and it's magic protected these mountains. It doesn't matter now that these orcs that wield magic mean to take Genor. It is doomed without that magic." He said all of this, angrily in fact. But all without looking at anyone. "why is the portal rippling so much?" he said.

All the while, Rovaalian had been paying attention to what everyone had been saying, and failed to realize that the tingling in his back had been growing. As he made to turn to look at the portal however, there was a blinding flash and an explosion like thunder, and he flew from the portal, narrowly missing Luna as he did so. As he rose to his feet, he was smoking, and his muscles felt loose and limber. It was a strange feeling; suddenly he was full of energy. Somebody may have shouted something like "What the hell!?". It was probably Korhel.

"Was that... lightning?" asked Luna.

"Yes, it was." said Rovaalian. He could feel his hair standing up, so he flattened it. "And I thought lightning only struck once."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Anaki.

"I was struck by lightning when I ran away, and then there's a lot of other stuff that happened, but that's a long story that I don't feel like going into right now. Bottom line, ever since then, my sense of pain has been all but nothing. I cannot feel it. It's a usefull trait, but it really makes it difficult to tell if something is broken or not." he said. Nobody seemed to prompt for him to speak more, so he said nothing more on the subject. Instead, he looked around, and than it struck him. Where was that orc? Did he... sneaky little prick. Smart though. "He's a clever orc, isn't he?"

"What makes you say that, assassin?" asked Balik maliciously. This time he turned from the portal to look angrily over his shoulder.

"Simply the fact that his little diversion worked. He managed to get all of us here. Where do you think he is now? If I wanted to take over a city, I'd do it from within. And we know he can make portals, so..." he might have finished if everybody didn't start sprinting back to the city at the same time. He briefly considering taking a different route, but he remembered what Aelicine had told him to do. He sprinted after them, catching up easily with them, even Luna. Though that was probably because she was sticking with Korhel so closely. Even so, he unsheathed his shortswords and stayed behind them. If he was going to do some defending... well, these swords would cut through anything. He wondered if they could cut through magic.

Glitch
He ran as fast as he could, not bothering to hide himself. Anyone who saw him would die anyway. He had to get these portals open. He was very fatigued before he got half way to the city, but he had to keep going, panting for air as he was. Then he smelled it. Cat? Human... Hucat? Not the time... There was someone following him. But there was another smell. Quick. He smelled him before he saw him. He was no doubt going to investigate the little mess that Glitch had made.

"Quick, my boy! Have you been practicing." asked Glitched in what he hopped was a cheerful teacher voice. Quick jumped so high, they could have used him as a siege engine to scale enemy walls.

"It's you... I heard the explosion." he said, slowly. His accent was thick, but hey? Who cared. All Glitch cared about was that Quick could help. "I have been practicing. I almost got caught but... I'm really good at it!"

"Good, now, I trust you went against my warnings and practiced with fire?"

"Yes, I did." Quick said. His guilt wasn't visible through his pride.

"Good boy! Now, there is someone following me. Can you handle her?" asked Glitch. Quick faltered. Don't be weak, boy...

"Is it Luna?" asked Quick. "or Eira?"

"I don't know, boy! Just that she's deffinitely part cat. Not a wolf, like the others... this one was not at dinner. Take care of her."

"You mean... kill her." he said, grimly. He hesitated for a moment.

"Do what you see as fit. I don't care. Just don't let her get to the city. Worst case, get her off of my trail."

"... Ok. I guess I can do that..."

"Good. I'll see you... or I won't. But Your training will continue. I have plans for you yet, boy." and Glitch ran off. He could sense that the boy was disapointed that he hadn't vanished. He didn't care. He had to get to the city.

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Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:08 am

Shady says... · Sat Feb 09, 2013 1:08 am

Anaki Shadowflame

Panting, we stopped on a knoll. Below us was a ruined town.

"Is that Hunter down there?" I peered through the darkness. "And Eira with him?"

"Yes." Balik said slowly, staring a shimmery portal.

"Is that..." Luna began.

"It looks like the remains of a village." I cut her off, not in the mood to listen to any speculation. She glared at me, but I didn't comment. "Probably didn't even get to fight back. That orc... thing, whatever...it totally ended what that village may have been before, but now it's...now it's just a pile of ashes."

"Before you say anything else," said Balik, bristling, the muscles in his neck getting tenser by the moment. "I'll have you know that that village was Hunter's home. That, and it's magic protected these mountains. It doesn't matter now that these orcs that wield magic mean to take Genor. It is doomed without that magic....Why is the portal rippling so much?"

I turned towards the portal. There was a white flash, and the lad Rovaalin went flying through the air, narrowly missing Luna. Rovaalin pushed himself to his feet, and swung his arms, looking dazed.

"What the hell?" Korhel bellowed.

"Was that... lightning?" asked Luna.

Nekoites are so helpful. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, it was." Rovaalin flattened his hair. "And I thought lightning only struck once."

Finally, someone who sounded like he had a brain. "What do you mean?"

"I was struck by lightning when I ran away, and then there's a lot of other stuff that happened, but that's a long story that I don't feel like going into right now. Bottom line, ever since then, my sense of pain has been all but nothing. I cannot feel it. It's a useful trait, but it really makes it difficult to tell if something is broken or not." He looked around, and then shrugged.

"What makes you say that, assassin?" asked Balik maliciously. This time he turned from the portal to look angrily over his shoulder.

"Simply the fact that his little diversion worked. He managed to get all of us here. Where do you think he is now? If I wanted to take over a city, I'd do it from within. And we know he can make portals, so..."

Bastard! I turned and sprinted back towards the palace. I heard the others following me. Where could that ass be? The stables? Which wing of the palace? The armory? Damn...Of course!

I pulled up suddenly, making Balik and crash into me, and then someone crashed into him. I heard Korhel, Luna, and Balik all murmuring curses.

"Why'd you stop?" Balik asked irritably.

I waved his question away and sprinted towards the charred town. I ran past Eira, ignoring her questions. I ran until I got to the portal. If it took that invisible bastard some place, it should take me as well...right to him. I dove, headfirst, into the portal before anyone could stop me.

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From now on, give me three days, and if I don't respond to the SB-- kick me. I've turned into a scatterbrain.

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Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:11 am

Alvarin says... · Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:11 am

Quick
I sat up with a start. An explosion, a loud one, and magic. No doubt the Orc's magic. Afterwards something felt weird. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something had changed in the air. It seemed colder. I should probably find out what he was up to. Maybe he'd even teach me something new, something even more powerful.

I was jogging in the direction of the explosion, or at least what I thought was the right direction, when a voice startled me. "Quick, my boy! Have you been practicing?"

"It's you... I heard the explosion." My heart was racing from the scare he gave me. "I have been practicing. I almost got caught but... I'm really good at it!" I smiled, and managed to calm down a bit when I remembered what I had done with that field. It had been so simple.

"Good, now, I trust you went against my warnings and practiced with fire?"

"Yes, I did." The way Hunter taught me to use magic was exhausting compared to the orc's way.

"Good boy! Now, there is someone following me. Can you handle her?"

I blinked, unsure how to react. What exactly did he mean by handle? "Is it Luna.. or Eira?" If it was Luna I didn't mind, but Eira.. She had actually been kind to me earlier, and I did like her way of treating Hunter.

"I don't know, boy! Just that she's deffinitely part cat. Not a wolf, like the others... this one was not at dinner. Take care of her."

If it wasn't Eira, then I didn't care. This wasn't even someone I knew. "You mean kill her." Or maybe I did care? I had never killed anyone before.

"Do what you see as fit. I don't care. Just don't let her get to the city. Worst case, get her off of my trail."

"Okay. I guess I can do that," I muttered. I wasn't so sure about this. Maybe I could just pin her down with magic, or something? Or just knock her unconscious. That would work too.

"Good. I'll see you... or I won't. But your training will continue. I have plans for you yet, boy." With that he ran of. Ran, like any other commoner. Why didn't he just teleport?

I didn't have time to ponder about that for long, 'cause an odd cat was approaching quickly. "Stay back," I said loudly. I had already begun to force the threads of power together, right in front of her.

She stopped, and sifted to her human form.. After a closer look I realized that she wasn't human at all. She couldn't be. She looked as if she had gotten stuck in the middle of shifting, not able to completely turn back to her human form. "Don't come any closer."

"Move, kid." Her voice was threatening, but so was mine. If I did this right then the orc couldn't refuse to teach me something more. Her nose suddenly twitched, as if she sensed something, and she began sniffing the air. "You carry the beast's sent." She took a small step closer to me, probably aware that I had something up me sleeve.

"One more step and I'll blow you to pieces."

"I'd like to see you try."

I snickered. Why did everyone assume that I was weak? Sure, it came in handy when I wanted to fool people, but at times like these it only served to work against me. I released the threads. The explosion wasn't exactly devastating, but enough to send the woman flying through the air. She landed with a thump and did not get up again. Now the orc had to teach me something new. I went back to the castle, in the hopes of finding him.

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Wed Feb 27, 2013 10:22 pm

methrirr123 says... · Wed Feb 27, 2013 10:22 pm

Rovaalian

Hunter, Anaki, and Eira were all waiting there when Rovaalian, Balik, Korhel, and Luna arrived. Rovaalian remembered that Anaki had decided to go through the portal to see Hunter an Eira, or maybe to investigate. Hunter, Rovaalian noticed, had tear streaks down his face, and his eyes were red. There was little hope in his face, but his eyes spoke otherwhise. Eira, too, looked determined. They would not go down without a fight. And I was supposed to protect them Rovaalian remided himself. If ever he needed help, he could just blow on the whistle, but he doubted that he would.

"Hunter! We saw..." Balik began grimly, but Hunter just held up a hand.

"I know, Balik. Did you find him?"

"Know, the little orcs are everywhere at once, it seems."

"You said there were twelve, didn't you?" asked Anaki. "We have to get twelve of these... things?"

Hunter again spoke, slowly at first, but then more surely. "I don't think we ever really killed him. He's obviously clever, and has tricked us several times."

"So there's only one?" asked Rovaalian.

"Yes, assassin, just one." Eira piped in, spitting the word assassin the same way she would have spat a curse. Rovaalian fought down his laughter. She clearly hated him. Perhaps he had killed someone she knew? He couldn't remember. What did it matter, anyway. He had told Aelicine that he would protect them, if not verbally. Just then, however, there was another explosion. Smaller, and barely audible, like a distant thunder.

"What was that?" Rovaalian inquired.

"A spell, definitely. I'm also detecting a huge magical aura. An enourmous amount of magical power is heading right for the city. This explosion was probably a diversion."

"Shouldn't someone check it out?" asked Anaki.

"We need to focus on the task at hand." Balik said. "I intend on defending my city. If you flee, then, that's your buisness, but..."

"We aren't cowards, Balik." Korhel barked. "We're staying. You owe us." he said. Rovaalian chuckled amusedly. Charming, we Nekoites. he thought. He had to protect these people? Oh, well...

He wondered where Aelicine was? Had she found him? If she had... had she defeated him? The explosion... Dammit. He ran off in the direction of the explosion, calling back "I'll be back in time for the party! Don't wait for me!"

After several minutes of running, his fear was proved to be correct. He fought down the innapropriate urge to jump up and down and shout "I was right!". Instead, he went over to wake Aelicine. She didn't seem hurt at all, just knocked out. He shook her shoulder and imediately her eyes fluttered open. She looked at Rovaalian, and sighed. It was a frustrated sigh.

"You aren't with the others." she said simply, as she rose to her feet.

"They're not far off. Come on, we'll catch up to them."

"I don't think so. I was attacked... by a child. I want to catch up to him."

"If you were attacked by someone, anyone who could summon explosions, my guess is that they're going where we're going anyway. Come on, we'll be able to take them easier if we have the others." Rovaalian said. After a moments thought, she looked back at Rovaalian.

"Fine." she said. "Let's go."

Glitch

As he ran on towards Genor, slightly humiliated, he heard the satisfying explosion. He made a mental note to introduce Quick to Aga'Rauko. He was able to melt the wall away silently. He was, to his frustration, only now beginning to notice the loopholes in the Gauntlets power. He ran as fast as he could, with the skulls around his belt, blasting the guards who opposed him, absorbing their souls simply to keep himself from collapsing. He then flung the skulls around him, and they shattered. In the air before him, the magic swirled, and he struggled to bend it all into a massive portal. Through it, he was looking Hilkuor the Gargoyle straight in the face. All around him, people staggered away in fear, or looked on in terrified awe. Hilkuor smiled as he strode through the portal.

"The boys were waiting. They've been ready for a while now." he said ominously, grinning.

"Bring them on, Hilkuor." said Glitch. Bring them all. I want to kill everyone here." His mind was filling with madness. His conciousness had been all but replaced by that of the Gauntlet, and he filled with a new energy. The final effort of making the portal, it seemed, was too much. Glitch didn't care. Just this once, I think I'll try murderous rampage. If I like it, maybe I'll keep doing it he thought.

He turned in time to see Balik, the king of Genor, and his human slaves behind him. "NO!" he screamed, but Glitch just laughed.

"You should have ran, pathetic little king." said Glitch.

And then all hell broke loose.

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PLEASE add to the story, instead of just rewritting what I wrote from your characters pov. It makes for slow storybooks. so ADD TO THE STORY.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

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