Eternal War

[Catrux]

Anubis, the current Judge, looked out the window nearest his throne. The landscape was beautiful, so much so that one would not suspect a war to be raging. The war had been going for centuries before Anubis' time and would no doubt continue for many more beyond him. Never the less, like any Judge, he still tried to put an end to it.The only thing that rivaled the landscape's beauty was his castle. It appeared to be forged out of all the elements. The circular castle was divided (color wise) into six pieces, each piece represented one of the elements, and in the center where they all met was Anubis' throne. The throne was much the same fashion, although instead of being sectioned off the colors swirled together and blended.

Anubis was a beast, he stood at 6' 6" and was rippling with muscle. He was so large that it was a wonder he was able to fly with such ease. His hair was grey and spiked, his face was looked like it belonged to a 29 year old human. Anubis' eyes were solid white except for the pupils which were black, they seemed to display his wisdom. Anubis's large wings were also grey, but were speckled black and white. He never dressed in anything other than shades of grey. When he was in battle, which was rare seeing as he did not wish to get into the war since his only option would then be to kill all of his fellow Vinyakins that were in the war, he used a massive war hammer.

Anubis kept strict contact with the group leaders, he had to make sure that no side was gaining too much power, everything had to be balanced. He had no doubt that soon at least one of the leaders would be showing up for a report, until then he waited, looking out at the beautiful, war plauged landscape.

[Domar]

Zerathai sat alone in the Redeeming Flood council chamber, going over the reports on the latest move. "16 wounded. 7 of them to the point that they need to be removed from any battling for a while. Ground lost. Mission Status: Failure." All of the reports said the same thing. Failure.

Zerathai is the leader of the Redeeming Flood. He is an average sized fellow, only measuring up to 6'0" and weighing in at 180lb, but for his size he carried quite a bit of power. He is quite attractive and had a voice that people naturally wanted to listen to. He is known to be very wise and caring, but will stand for no tom foolery in serious situations. Zerathai has silver hair, ocean blue eyes, and his white wings shimmer as if they were covered with newly fallen snow. Also, the bottom edge of his wings are always charred, from a battle in his earlier years. His clothes are always cerulean in color and are covered in wave patterns. At one time Zerathai was a shock trooper, a solder specialy trained to take a lot of damage and deal out even more, for the Redeeming Flood and that, along with his natural charisma, is what made him the natural choice for the new leader for the Redeeming Flood. Zerathai has only been the leader for a year now and regardless of his previous military training he beleived that he needed advice for military matters, henceforth the creation of the council, but now things were going to change.

Zerathai sent out the order for all Reedeeming Flood members to return to headquarters immediately just a few moments ago and he also asked for the remaining three council members to enter the chamber. When they assembled before him Zerathai stood up and proceeded to adress them, "I gave you three the chance to prove to me your worth as my advisors and you all failed miserably! I am now disassembling the council and you shall return to your ranks as solders again. I need to report to the Judge so I hope you can defend the city while I am gone. If you manage to do that properly then I might allow you to fight instead of leaving you here to keep the city clean." With that all said Zerathai left to go to the Judge's Palace.

(OOC: If this doesn't meet your liking Catrux I will change it.)

[Ninjz]

Briam sat on his balcony, watching the people of his city walk by about their buisiness. He savored the smells of the midday meal at the marketplace, and watched the lonly travels of a butterfly. He knew that the time for tranquil meditation would soon be over, and that he must return to his duties, but that thought didnt hider his spirit's free roam throughout the city. He was glad that he had introduced the policy of the hour of meditation in the castle. His people were not beaurocrats, they tended to be flighty and fickle like the element they embodied. But those few who did tend towards the more tied down life were notorious for obsessing and being extrodinarily over-stressed. Since his reign began the number of stress related injuries and deaths had reduced drasticly.

The soft chimes rang out, marking the end of the meditation, and Briam unfolded his legs and rose to his feet. Punctual as always, his personal aid and childhood friend Jorvus, was waiting at the other end of the balcony, file of documents in one hand, and a platter of drinks. Sighing, the leader of the Blessed Zephyr walked over. Taking the proffered glass of water, and signaling Jorvus to do the same, Briam walked to his desk. Looking at the sheets of paper in the folder, he noticed one from The Judge. He smiled, as the meetings always tended to be greatly amusing, even though there tended to be a bit too much arguing for his tastes. He smiled at Jorvus, and showed him the sheet, setting it back on the desk. "Going out, Bri?" the aide asked, even though the point was moot. A meeting with the Judge was not taken lightly. Well at least not taken lightly by him. So the ruler turned and walked off the balcony, enjoying the slight rush from the fall before the thrill of flight took him. And off he went.

Though slightly careworn, Briam's features resemeble a young man, masking his true age. He holds that he is 'Far to old to bother counting', but he said that even as a young child, just as an excuse to get out of lessons. He has creamy white eyes, and often tries to trick new people he meets into thinking him blind. He actually sees amazingly well, able to spot the needle in the haystack, which he has been known to do from time to time, as a party trick. He is constantly dressed in loose fitting, cream-white clothes, that are lightweight and non-restrictive. Briam always looks like he is privvy to some joke that noone knows, and this annoys his earthen allies relentlessly. He was born in the capitol of the Blessed Zephyr, to diplomat parents. He was schooled by a number of tutors, from all of the good aligned nations. This gave him a unique advantage when he followed his parent's footsteps into the diplomatic chair. He served as a scout in the Blessed Zepyr army, and quickly rose through the ranks. He is an avid reader, enjoys flying, and has a horrible seasickness problem.

[Next post will be at the start of the meeting]

[Rayn]

A small smirk stretched across Aodh Flameheart's face as he analyzed the status reports of the most recent encounter that the White Flame had come across.

"0 casualties.....2 wounded.....2% land gain......" he murmured to himself proudly.

Pleased with the results of the last battle, he stood and stretched his body and ran his fingers through his red locks of hair and adjusted his flame tiara, the piece of jewelry signifying his leadership among the commoners.. Flexing his 6'2" body to get the blood circulating out of his feet, stretching his red martial arts top and his loose black satin pants, he strode over to the Grandview window, which overlooked the whole White Flame community, and gazed at all of the busy White Flame Vinyakins. The women bustling about, doing their daily chores in their various orange and yellow robes, the children in the street playing their little games, the men sharpening weapons and tools preparing for the next battle. Aodh was proud to call himself the leader of these fine and loyal people. A few caught him looking over the "village" and gave him a hearty smile and a strong wave, which he saluted back with the same ferocity.

"This is the least I can do...." he said to himself, still smiling and waving at the few eagle-eyed people.

Little did they know that the war was only going to get worse and the time was coming soon when he would have to let them know that their efforts must be doubled. The Vile Blaze and the other evil Vinyakins were only obtaining more strength and they seemed to be a bit more impactive in the past few weeks.

Aodh heard a sharp rap at the entrance door, and he gave one final glance at his people before going to open the door. A man around 6'0" stood at the door, giving Aodh a warm smile.

"Brenton, my friend, what news do you have for me?" Aodh questioned.

"Aodh, it is time." Brenton said with that certain "look" in his ruby red eyes.

Aodh nodded, interpreting that it was time for the meeting with Anubis, the Judge that kept balance between the Vinyakins.

"Thank you Brenton. Tell the others that I will be absent for a bit on business and that they shall do as they see fit while I'm gone" Aodh said, referring to his war council, which were also his closest friends.

Walking back to the table, dismissing Brenton, he picked up his long, ancestral katana and hung it around his back. He never left the city without his weapon, a lesson learned from his grandfathers dreaded mistake. He walked through an opening that led to a back balcony and stretched his mighty white wings and took off, his red hair resembling a flame billowing in the breeze, pondering about a new war tactic that he had discussed with his war council earlier that day.

(OOC I hope this is to your liking Catrux. If there is anything that you foresaw differently. let me know)

[Catrux]

Anubis had been gazing out across the landscape for quite sometime. It was a rare moment in which he seemed to lose touch with reality and was able to relax and enjoy the wonders of the land. For once he wasn't thinking about maintaining the balance, he wasn't trying to come up with a way to end the war, he was merely enjoying a serene view. He was so far detached from reality that a smile played across his lips as one of the Disciples came to inform him of the leaders arriving. The Vinyakin was unsure if he should disturb the judge or tear him away from his evident amusement by telling him of the arrivals. After a bit of debating with himself, the Disciple chose the later.

"Sir, Zerathai, Briam, and Aodh have been seen not far from here. They should be arriving shortly." The Vinyakin stood with a distinct militaristic influence. At first the words did not seem to reach the Judge, but it didn't take too long for them to push their way into his mind. With a sigh, the Judge continuing to look out the window, replied, "Thank you, show them in once they arrive." Once again in militaristic style, the Vinyakin turned and took his leave from the room and the Judge's presence.

Still unwilling to turn away from the window, Anubis closed his eyes, speaking softly. "One is missing...."

[Ninjz]

Floating down gently on soft warm air currents, Briam landed gracefully on the shining white platform. He always had liked the air portion of the palace, it felt just like home. But sometimes it was kind of creepy and had an evil feel about it. He guessed he was sensing the passing presence of the dark man. His opposite and yet brother seemed to be always lurking about. However he got this feeling very often, as he had a heightened empathic awareness. He mused on the peculiar feeling he got in the home of anubis as he was led to the throne room. marveling at the tall columns that led to the arched ceiling with the unification of colors. He sat in the gleaming white marble chair that was his place, and waited.

[Domar]

Zerathai was flying on his way to the meeting while enjoying the scenery. The land he was flying over was untouched by the war and had an almost silent beauty to it. "If only we would all stop this fighting and look at the land we are destroying," Zerathai said to himself, "I've tried to show that I want peace by only defending what we have, but the others take it a sign of weakness and attack more often. Especially those evil fire bastards. Well now I'm going to make sure that they all know we are not going to stand for it anymore." Zerathai suddenly stopped and landed next to the river he just noticed. "I'm going to be a little late, but hopefully the Judge will forgive me." Then Zerathai knelt down and put both of his hands in the water. He stayed still for a few moments before standing back up, but instead of just having wet hands Zerathai was holding a large sword, with a wicked, serrated blade on each end, that seemed to be to big for him to wield properly. This had been his weapon when he was still just a solder, but he was sure he would need now more than ever. With his weapon in hand Zerathai flew to the Judge's palace and joined the others for the meeting.