Elyza
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Post by Elyza on Oct 19, 2006 6:59:04 GMT -5
*Elyza sauntered into the room with her dark eyes locked firmly on Lucien. She did not look at or acknowledge anyone else was actually in the room with them, as she stalked over to him, dragging the blade behind her so that it clanged against the cold stone floor. Dangling one arm around his neck, she kissed his pallid cheek as she breathed ~Momma’s home and I brought you a present..~ into his ear before she lifted the blade and ran it seductively under his nose. Laughing, she lowered it again to the ground with a loud clang.
Slipping past him she moved quickly to the dark oak twisted troll chair that she had claimed as her own “throne”, dragging the blade behind her. Draping herself over the gnarled wood, she gazed at Lucien with dark glowing eyes. He was a powerful demon lord, and would surely sense the incredible surge of power she had experienced when picking up the blade. Tapping it now against her thigh, she gazed down at its beauty in wonder as she purred to Lucien.
~This baby was more than worth the hassle it was to find the fucker! That bitch Moridanu better say her goodbyes M’lord… she aint gonna know what hit her!~ *
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B.Hunter
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Don't worry, It is as bad as you think it is, and they are out to get you
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Post by B.Hunter on Oct 23, 2006 7:57:29 GMT -5
As Archial walked through the dark lightless woods he noticed that it was constantly getting darker. As tough something was sucking all the light out of them leaving only darkness. He was wondering if he was just seeing things or if something was strong enough to eliminate all light. Then suddenly he sensed a great evil resonating from somewhere in the area. He started looking for what was emitting this strong surge of pure evil. He then noticed that there was a large hole in the mountian side that looked as though it could be a cave standing in the distance. He took it upon himself to head to the castle. He wanted to find the person or item that was powerful enough to emit such a strong surge of evil and possibly eliminate all light.
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Post by The Joshness ™ on Nov 7, 2006 10:37:55 GMT -5
Dark nodded, watching him “So you have waged an entire war on the back of a living creature?” He shrugs before examining him a little more “And what if he dies? Fallen beneath some strange occurrence or blight? That would be one sticky situation, would it not?” Cracking a little grin Dark turned to Whore “But she, and my ‘Book’ offer you something a tab bit more stable. An actual gateway, you see. A door that will permanently FUSE the worlds of the Living and the DAMNED! FOREVER!! And when it is, you yourself will be able to quest this vile dimension in search of the most wretched and blasted weapons of was anyone has ever imagined!!” He began to get into his explanation even more thoroughly. “Hell, just as Haven, is Infinite, no birth or death. Don’t you SEE?? Inside my Gateway lies a untapped arsenal of destruction!!!” Dark begins to cackle a little more “And the Demons, the wickedness is beyond comparison to anything I have yet to see. I am able to glimpse into hell, but the deeper you go the darker it gets and I am blind to the horrors in its depths. But I can hear them, they call to me and their song sounds very sweet.” Dark points at Whore, the key to this gate “Her, SHE is how I will open this gateway. Page 567 of the Necronomicon prophesizes ‘If an Immortal Angel is bound to the living realm, and commits an Immortal Sin without repent, it may be Slain and Casted into the Pits of Hell. This bind will not break, but in fact break the dimensional wall.’ and to cut a lot of Arcane language and pointless babble, it will serve you very well.” Dark kept on with his proposal “You would probably wonder why I would take this to you instead of using them myself. Well, im a Necromancer and have no control over the Physical Demons this gate unleashes. Id just die, plain and simple. But you, it is apparent you have this in control. I would gladly serve in your army; you cannot say this would not be an Advantage!!" He went silent, awaiting their response.
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B.Hunter
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Post by B.Hunter on Nov 10, 2006 16:57:44 GMT -5
As Archial climbed over what he had hoped was the last of the rough ragged terrain. He finally was close enough to recognize what he was heading towards. It was a place of evil he had only heard of. He never believed what they were saying, mainly because he had only heard of this place in bars and liquor stores. He had looked for it for about a week. Before, he had finally gave up and said that they were only drunken tales that never happened. But apparently he was wrong, for he now laid his eyes on what he believed to be Luciens Lair. He could already smell the scent of hell, he remembered that scent as if it was just yesterday that he was there. It was one of those scents you never forget. It smelled of death and decay, burning flesh and hair. It had to be one of the most fowl scents that anyone would ever smell. He swore to his self that if this was the lair that he had heard of he would help Lucien how ever he could. He only wanted one thing; he wanted Lucien to promise him a path from Morthika to hell. As he got closer he noticed that there were no animals, the trees what few were around, were charred as though they had been burned. The one problem that he found with the idea of a fire was that there were no other signs of a fire to be seen. No ashes or scorch marks were on the ground, no carcasses of burnt animals lying around. There was nothing to suggest that there was a fire here. Except the trees that looked to be burnt.
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Post by Domar on Dec 4, 2006 12:33:28 GMT -5
Renthor's rib cage closed as soon as the minons of hell ceased spewing forth from the gate. Xthenopheth then responded to Dark's little speech. "You don't get it do you? I'm not so stupid as to make a gate that depends upon the life force of a mortal. As long as the gate exists, he lives and the gate cannot be destroyed until the goal of the Demon Lords has come to be. I can admit to the limits of the gate imbedded within this one, but no other gate that has been, or will be, created could ever complete our goal as surely as this one will. Do as you want with the gate you create, but get in my way and you will have the entirety of hell hounding you for what little of your soul may be left." With that said the physical form of Xthenopheth disapeared and Renthor stood up strait again. "It is never wise to make an enemy of a demon, and even less so to make an enemy of a Demon Lord, " he said. Renthor then continued by speaking to Lucian, "Now that the show is over and you seem to have what you were waiting for, what say we start this little war of yours."
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Nakodai
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Post by Nakodai on Dec 17, 2006 2:25:33 GMT -5
Nakodai took one look at the blade in Elyza’s hands and fled, running out of the coliseum with every bit of grace and speed she could muster and down the narrow hallway beyond. Once she had rounded enough corners to judge herself thoroughly lost she stopped, leaning against the cold stone wall to catch her breath. The sharp clang of sacred metal hitting the floor still echoed in her ears; and she wondered vaguely how that… that thing could be so careless…
"… And in the forest of black, a weapon of destructions, a weapon of life, of death, of light and dark, will remain forever hidden, deep within the earth, in molten, in stone and water…”
At her last word the amulet against her chest began to feel warm, and she drew it from beneath her tunic. It glowed with a faint, silvery heat, and as she held it in her hand a dark, intricate pattern started to blossom over her palm. She let the charm fall from her fingers with a slow hiss; the symbols faded almost instantly, leaving her skin the same milk-white as before.
“Occh Chatta’na…”
What have I gotten myself into…?
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Post by Talisen Phoenix on Dec 17, 2006 22:17:46 GMT -5
The Cold stone behind Nakodai slowly began to shift, to augment and bulge. It crumbled loudly and the stones bent until the wall took the appearance of a man's face, handsome and dark, his eyes were covered and his mouth was strong and his face was lightly covered in dark stubble.
"Nakodai"
The Stone said softly, his voice was commanding and deep yet human and without malice "I cant stay for long, the dark energy at Lucien's command is already forcing my own magic away… corrupting it"
The Stone face furrowed
"My name is Talisen, I became aware of you in the black Moss Forest, I knew it then and I know it now, you've chosen the wrong side, you'll feel nothing but pain and misery while your under Lucien's control."
He said earnestly, the Face heaved slightly and shifted, the face was slowly turning back into what it originally was. A stone wall.
"I can see your soul Nakodai, dark yes, but not evil… when you make the right choice strike the stones together to create a spark, no matter where you are you'll be transported to us, but be careful where you set free the spark. Lucien and Elyza will recognise the stones upon sight."
The Face was hardly a face anymore, only a mouth, the mouth opened wide and a stone tongue extended, two small round stones fell from the tongue and landed softly on the ground below, one red and one blue.
"Make the right choice..."
Talisen said softly as the wall finally snapped back to it's original form.
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burn4me
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Post by burn4me on Dec 24, 2006 12:53:43 GMT -5
The distant horizon darkened sharply as the group argued over who would open the gate. To the normal eye, one could only see a giant blur, but to the eyes of those who have seen combat, or have seen many things, would have noticed the approaching army marching over the hill. As the flock of beings neared closer, the sound of marching began to filter within the air. Footsteps so in sync that the formations sounded more like a giant rumbling his way towards the castle.
A deafening hand of darkness swept up from behind a single individual, an individual who swayed her hips in such a motion that would bring any man to forsake his god and follow her. Her tight black dress covered little of her womanly features, and her breasts bounced gingerly with each step she took. The midnight black hair swayed gently as the soft breeze that blew around the castle lept up to brush her face.
She was flanked by two huge, muscular humanoids, easily seven feet tall and as wide as a five foot corridor, stalked onwards, almost completely stealing the diminutive light. The creatures sheer bulk, and its distinctive bull-like head, revealed their indentity as they grew closer.
Tania Cerline had arrived to the gathering, and behind her followed some of the most wicked and destructive looking creatures of the dead. Every apparation that had followed her seemed rotten and nearly decayed beyond what it should have been, but even so, they wore the armor and wielded whatever weapon they were slain with.
Her eyes flickered as she moved closer to the building, followed by a wave of darkness as she approached the two tall wooden doors. Two knights, dressed in sinister looking armor immediatly stepped before her, meaning to block her path.
"Move," she hissed, waving her arm sideways, and sending both knights flailing off the edge's of the draw bridge as they were hit with an unseen force.
As her body passed through the giant doorway, her army halted. The scenery outside would sent chills down any mortal's soul, as several miles of land held nothing but foot soldiers. Hisses and grunts escaped the conjested army of dead, but they remained still, abiding to their queens telepathic thoughts.
Tania made her way through the maze like castle, eager to talk to the one who held absolute power amongst these lands.
As she rounded one of the corners, her eyes caught Nakodai grasping her necklace and leaning against the wall. The sorceress paid the stranger no mind and swayed past her, walking directly into Lucien's chambers, where many of the other individual's had started the meeting.
Her high heels stopped clicking when she reached the open doorway, and she promptly shifted her hips, flashing a leg. "Am I late?"
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Post by † The Jaxness † on Jan 14, 2007 9:01:51 GMT -5
At her usual position, Whore stood at Dark's side with her arms crossed and a bothered look on her face. She had never liked how he spoke of her. How she was merely a toy that he could share with his friends to play with. She had been on God's right hand side, his highest of advisors, the most respected of angels in heaven! Yet she was reduced to this, carrying out the wishes of this disgusting being. She was no longer an angel, a beautiful creature, a being of light, she was just a tool. All had been taken from her, by Dark, so he could fulfill his own desires, not caring that pain it had caused her. The only way she had ever benefitted from it when the wise cracks she got in from time to time. Of all the embarrassments she had caused him in front of rulers and kings. Surely bringing her torture afterwards, but also giving her a bit of spontanious satisfaction.
As her position as Dark's 'slave', she wasnt allowed to feel emotion, be it anger, sadness or victory. He had banished all feeling within her, emotional or physical. But with each of his words, she fumed more and more. How he claimed her as a being to open a gateway. How Lucien could benefit from using her as Dark had. She had heard this rambling before. Even though he wished to keep everything from her, to keep her whipped to do as she was told, she caught a few words now and then. But even as she heard it now, she knew she had to ruin some of his fun.
As she could sense Dark was coming to the end of his speech, she first awaited to hear the demon's response. "...but get in my way and you will have the entirety of hell hounding you for what little of your soul may be left." She took her cue to cut in with a moment of shrieking laughter. As high pitched and uncomfortable her vocal chamber could bring an angel's voice to be. Keeping her arms crossed, she brought a sly and confident look upon her face.
"His entire purpose of being here is to get in your way. Take your glory. Replace Lucien in his seat of power. He isn't here to help you, this is all for him."
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Post by lucien on Jan 28, 2007 19:23:13 GMT -5
A rare smile played on Lucien's face when Elyza entered the room with the Phoenix Blade. Sure he had been able to sense her new bolstered power that could have only come from the blade, but actually seeing the Blade was infinitely better. Elyza then placed her lips against his cheek and ran the blade under his nose. Lucien allowed Nakodai to leave, she was confused it would be easiest to win her over if he did not pressure her. He was about to open his mouth to speak when he felt more unfamiliar powers, two powers in particular stood out, then another very familiar power arose. Rising, Lucien was visibly angry, his power flared to push Talisen out of his lair. This flair of power would be enough to knock many of those in attendance to the ground.
With only one word Lucien explained his sudden action, "Talisen." Shaking his long jet black hair, Lucien returned to his seat. Renthor and Dark continued to banter back and forth, grating on Lucien's now incredibly thin nerves. "Do you think that I need either gate to win this war? I have waged this war on no back other than my own. If the gate Renthor provides does not meet my satisfaction then I will call for you to create yours until then I do not want to hear any more on the matter."
When the angel cut in saying that Dark wanted to replace him, it was Lucien's turn to laugh. "Do not worry angel, if he is to try and usurp me he will find himself in the place he wants to join with the material world." Almost as soon as he finished his reply another person strode in asking if she was late. "No my dear you are right on time. Let us start this war." It was now time for Lucien to give out orders before they set out to destroy Moridanu and her troops.
"Renthor, you are to stay with me I have plans for you. Dark, you will stay in the back until you raise enough troops then you will march them toward Kendelah. You," Lucien turned to Tania "I must speak with privately." Privately include him and Elyza, no one else. "And Elyza, you may go as you choose."
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Post by The Joshness ™ on Feb 4, 2007 12:04:04 GMT -5
Dark didn’t say anything for a while, he just took a few steps toward Whore, his eyes watching her with a small simple grin on his face until he is almost touches her face with his “I believe it has been a while since you’ve spent some quality time with Shade, am I right?” This she would know. This she would fear above all things, Dark can cause her eons of suffering, but Shade does it in seconds. " Go now, tell him I said hello.” With that Whore would be consumed by a cloud of grey smoke from head to toe. Once it cleared Whore would be gone, but not from all. Dark created something called the Shade, it slumbers in one of the many endless pages of the Necronomicon turned into a Cell of sorts. Consider Shade the dictionary form of all things sufferable. A carbon copy of himself really, but with no feel of remorse whatsoever, and a compendium size knowledge on how to make it hurt the most. Dark’s greatest punishment. After the banishing of Whore, Dark turns to Lucien “I do not have troops. If you want me to have them though, I suggest you point me in the direction of a large body of dead corpses.” Chuckling slightly “Or perhaps a large sacrificial offering even.” After taking a brief mental lapse of only a mere second to check on Whore, he returns to his regular state “Which shall it be, lord?”
Now Whore, on the other hand, would likely be losing her mind right now. As shade would have immediately started on her. There is an unbound level of devastation that he could fall upon her, anywhere from cutting flaps of her skin off, to pour salt on the bare flesh and go after with a cheese grater, to impaling her repeatedly on a spire with reverse hooks, then pulling her off again. Well, pulling off what the hooks don’t keep. Shade could even go as far as to rape her, as he’s done before, but its usually not anything pretty, one time a spiked club, before that it was a large two bladed sword with nasty barbs and spikes. But the best thing of all, nothing that happens in the Shade pages takes effect in the real world. So it could go on forever in her misery, with no chance of death. She would have to bend to him, kneel herself to his will, show Dark he wins. Only then can she escape, and she knows it.
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Elyza
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Post by Elyza on Mar 2, 2007 20:12:54 GMT -5
* A sick grin twisted across her dark lips as she peeled herself off her throne and stood up, the blade dragging on the floor beneath her. She chuckled to herself as Lucien told her she could go where she chose. Of course she could, she had the blade now. And although Lucien failed to acknowledge the significance of this fact, Elyza could not. Bouncing on the heels of her feet, she danced over to Tania as Lucien dismissed the others. Draping one languid limb over Tanias right shoulder, Elyza drawled ~It’s been too long sweet cheeks!~ as she leaned forward to bite the air beside her cheek before her long dark purple tongue flickered out to taste the salty flesh. Laughing in Tania’s ear, Elyza then pushed her away slightly as she skipped over toward Lucien.
~You two clearly have a lot to discuss, and if you don’t mind me saying so m’lord, Im extremely bored. Considering there’s a war about to rage outside though, this seems somewhat pointless.. SO!~ her dark eyes lit up and began to burn a deep amber as the blade began to hum slightly. ~Unless you still require my services… I wanna go play!~ she bounced on her heels again, the blade making a DING DING sound as it clanged across the floor of the Lair. *
(( If Lucien does need Elyza, for whatever reason, Ill respond on here.. otherwise I’m going to start posting with Elyza on the “And so it begins..” thread,… I’ll probably keep my Mori posts and Elyza posts together too, at least for the time being. ))
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Post by † The Jaxness † on Apr 15, 2007 9:27:15 GMT -5
Despite the many times she had been put through Shade's horrors before, they always got worse. It was as if his mind was constantly growing to think of new ways to put her through extreme pain. He came out of nowhere, no warnings whatsoever, and Whore felt tears on every inch of her skin. Hooks and knives pierced and ripped, blood welling up and dripping onto the floor. Ropes attached to the hooks held her down, so any movement caused her skin to tear. The barbed wire around her stomach and chest was tightening, crushing her rib cage. Every inch of her body hurt, ached, bled. She was no longer a thing of beauty, but a body of ruin. There was a demonic laugh in the dark before a cold hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed as hard as it could. Her arms were held down by the anchored hooks, as were her legs. Her face turned red as her veins became more visisble in her neck as she drew nearer to death.
Shade looked down at her, his eyes dark and empty, almost as if they were a figment of her imagination. No remorse for torturing her, no guild as he stared into her eyes, searching for her tears of anguish. But Whore would not cry. She refused to give him the pleasure of seeing her emotions exposed. After the years of Dark's hell, one more night with Shade would not break her. No matter how much pain she would endure, no matter how much pride she sacrificed, she shall not cry. With one last gasp, she contorted her face as best she could into a look of rage. Staring deep into Shade's eyes, she have Dark the words he was looking for.
"You..... WIN."
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