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Armageddon: Before the Rift


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ooc> my apologies everyone. I've been unbelievably busy. Blegh. Monstal did indeed PM me and I'm going to post his character hseet imediately following this (with a few referendums Monstal so check it) but an important note Monstal, NO 1-2 SENTENCE POSTS. It's one of the main reasons why RP's turn from good to absolute crap. Keep at least some amount of detail to it.

 

NIGHT: A throng of people rushed past Aluida and the violent woman.

"Where are we going?" A child drug by his friend called.

"To the docks! There's some big Orc fighting a beggar!" His companion chimed.

Through the murmuring the crowd grew and grew around the combatants at the circle...

 

The dark figure that had slain the merchant was in the basement of a tower. All around her was the blood of a poor woman who had been tending to papers and artifices of a small group that had left. A large dwarven table dominated the room. Maps of the island of Saros adorned the walls and scrolls of letters, plans, blueprints, and bills littered the room many now spattered with the secretary's blood. A financial statement dated for that morning stated that the safe held more than a million sparks but it was empty save for hand-smeared dust within... There was either a robbery or the figure was too late...

 

Razkit and the beggar continued to fight. Swords clanged sweat began to drip from their bodies. Razkit now bore three strokes on his body: one across his chest, one across his arm and the third on his leg where the beggar had drawn first blood. But now the Orc would have his revenge. The acrobatic man had dodged a shield bash but maneuvred himself in front of a perfect swordstroke. Razkit stabbed with all his might. The fabric tore to shreads around his blade. But to his astonishment the beggar was merely moved back. Infuriated at being cheated of his kill he sent flames across his blade lashing at his adversary and then with his shield hand sent a pardic blast at his foe.

 

The beggar grinned broadly, his rags scorched and torn from him but it exposed what the sword had really struck. A silverish-white circle on his imposing black armor. At last his crimson eyes were exposed. The Orc had made the mistake, now it magic was in play. Violently darkness engulfed Razkit's sword and the flames crackled and sputtered being reborn frm orange and red to blue and white and turning upon their creater. Razkit fought with all his strength to free his blade and break away from the darkness.

 

 

 

The guards of the infernal palace sat stonefaced not responding to Soyo. They would wait until she could present a better argument. In the streets however darkness was descending and little occured in the merchant quarter other than drinking and merriment. However one stranger did enter the bar. A man with a gravelly voice that was barely more than a whisper. He entered with a slate colored cloak and took no drink but rather sat near the fire seemingly mesmerized by the flames...

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Aluida looked down and watched as the people rushed by below, deciding it would lead him to a point of interest he dipped one of his wings and spiraled down, landing gracefully on the ground befor tucking in his wings behind him and running off in the direction that the people had been headded. As he persued them he discovered their destination points, the docks. As the people in front of him slowed to a hault he weaved his lean frame through the croud to get a better look at the scene in front of him. Even though he knew the combatants were probably completely oblivious to his presance he kept his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, just in case things got out of hand. As the fight progressed Aluida watched the combatants carefully, wandering to himself what could of sparked such a fight.

 

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Nynlata began to grow tyred of the recent inactivity of the establishment. "this place is almost as dead as that one place back in Cyrodiil" she thought to herself as she leaned back on the wall, folding her arms, her attention darting between each paitron of the establishment attempting to guess the likely threat of each, almost feeling a surge of excitement when she saw someone staring at another in a threatening tone or move in the wrong way. As she continued to watch her attention was grasped by a man who had just entered. As she watched him seat himself. " looks like he's got something on his mind." she thought hopefully. Perhaps this newcommer would cause an incling of a scuffle. She let out a sigh as she regarded his appearance again. "perhaps not."

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MIDNIGHT Thefigue in the tower basement found it. "Little bastards!" She muttered under her breath. Quickly she dashed from he tower into the fervent marketplace. It was ustle with the shock of the dead merchant and the news of a confrontation at the docks. She stook out like a sore thumb in her black cloak and armor, someone recognized the white pearl on the left side of her chest and screamed. "It's time..." She muttered. Her left arm shot into the air as she drew a barbed shortsword with her right. A billowing darkness danced and played over her arm echoeing from her beast to her fingertips. This tumulteous cloudof energy burst forth into sinister black arcs that surged through the crowds lacerating the flesh of the bistanders. She lowered her hand to her side the dark energy stll rolling off of her body. She was like the conductor of a symphony. The energy lashed and danced at her command as she cut down others with her sword.

 

A man in opulent robes standing on the ramparts of the castle saw this gruesome slaughter and grinned deviously. The guardsman behind him didn't even have the chance to grunt when the figure's blade pierced his heart with inhuman speed. The robes were engulfed in an acrid black and blue flame revealing his black armor like the woman's. Suddenly the castle was alive with horror as similar flames swept the grounds and more figures swept through slitting throats and dissembowling those that stood in their way.

 

At the docks two cloaked figures pushed through the crowd drawing their blades as they went. They came behind the only two guards in sight and quietly covered their mouths and noses as they slit the oblivious guards' throats. Other onlookers caught sight of this atrocity and began screeping. The island of Chrunus was being carved by a bloody swathe. A child ran and screemed as one of these figures grasped him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him off the ground. It hissed and purred like a demon as a reptilian face slithered from beneathe the hood as the child quivered in fear from the Drakkar the being's tail covered in black spines of armor rose and smote the poor boy sending him flying through the crowd into Aluida.

 

The beggar grnned broadly as his rags completely dissintegrated with his energy and the full suit of Creed armor was exposed. His crimson eyes shone brilliantly. Razkit snarled and charged only to be rebuffed by a massive typhoon of flame. Using his nearly depleted magic he harvested the fire as quickly as possible with his volcanic arts and crafted a portal and vanished. Kriak turned towards the crowd, his grin gone and joined in the orgy of blood...

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Leonardo awoke, a horrible dream had disturbed him and he no longer felt so inclined to sleep. He slid from his blankets and sat at the edge of the bed trying to move his head in such a way that it would crack, it cracked. He stretched his arms and arched his back before he felt suitably loosened up. He picked up his sword which lay beside him on his pillow and carried it out into the hallway. He leaned on a nearby windowsill and gazed out at the dark city, considering he couldn't see the moon Leonardo guessed it to be at least past midnight. He wondered whether the shopkeep intended to close up or if he was open all night and realized whatever the case he wasn't going to get back to sleep anyway.

 

He walked downstairs to a quiet inn, whatever patrons were left drunk quietly and seemed content just to stare into their drinks. He spied Nynlata looking bored and smiled, he was secretly happy she hadn't broken her promise. He walked over to her but stayed silent, the silence of the inn was oppressive and he had no wish to break it.

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Nynlata watched Leonardo from the corner of her eye and blew a strey strand of hair form her face, a clear guesture of her boredom. "Place is as still as death." she said quietly so only Leonardo could hear. Noting by his silence as he approached she guessed he had nothing of importance to note. her eyes scanned over the room once more. After seeing nothing of interest she streatched as she lifted her arms above her head and interlocked her fingers before folding her arms behind her head and leaning slightly back on them. "You sleep well? I'd admit, i diddn't think you to be up already." she said whilst closing an eye, letting the other shine dimly in the darkned room.

 

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Aluida saw something coming at him from the corner of his eye before it hit into him, he rolled to the floor and jumped back to his feet before jerking his head to get a better look at what had hit him, recognising it as a child he silently cursed when he found it was already dead. Laying the child on the floor he drew his silver blade with his un-gloved hand before reaching into the pouch at his side with his other before pulling out a glass tube with a viscous luminous orange liquid inside. Raising the tube to his mouth he pulled the stopper with his teeth and threw the liquid in front of him in a wide ark, a few seconds after being released into the air the liquid burst into an orange flame that swirled round him. Using this as a distraction he poured the rest onto his sword, setting it aflame, letting it cast a dancing light around him. Without a second thought he spread his wings wide and rushed through the wall of flame and dived into the Drakkar. Before it had a chance to react to his presance he charged forward with a wide swing, holding his blade so that he would leave as little an opening as possible if he had missed. As he moved in anticipation of the Drakkar's next move he grabbed for another vial at his waist, this one unlike the former was a blue-grey powder, almost glassy in texture. With this vial he opened it and threw the poweder into the eyes of the Drakkar in front of him.

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"not really, my sleep was restless and plagued by bad dreams... but that's nothing unusual" he whispered back, "I need some fresh air, the managers probably asleep and theres not much chance of anything happening here so I might go for a quick walk; if you'll excuse me"

 

He walked past Nynlata and out the door, picking up his sword as he went. He stood just outside the inn and looked down the streets whilst threading his sword and scabbard back into his belt. Picking a direction at random he walked casually down the empty street.

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MIDNIGHTThe drakkar chuckled, hissing as it did so. The flames did no harm to its thick scaly hide and the strange powder merely ammused it. As the two combatants fought it was clear that the Drakkar's eyes were glassy and glazed over-it had been blinded long ago. It relied on it's intense sense of smell and magic for its perception. Suddenly it's clawed hand was at Aluida's throat and around his sword-wrist. The Drakkar's great leathery wings burst forth from beneath its cloak and in a great rush of air the pair skyrocketed above the battle. The Drakkar released Aluida and swung it's spined tale viciously at his waist aiming to destroy or dislodge any of the Elf's remaing viles.

 

 

 

The cloaked figure in the bar looked up when Leonardo entered the room, without turning his head he followed Leonardo's movements out of the corner of his eye. Upon seeing Nynlata he got a strange nagging sensation-familiarity.

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Aluida was taken aback by the skill and speed of the creature in front of him but let out a small grin as they flew upwards as he was known in his own land for his speed in the air. As the drakkar let him go and pulled back his tail to swing at him Aluida spun upwards and arched himself to avoid the blow, allowing the Drakkar's tail to pass his waist and instead catch his robes at his covered left arm, ripping them asunder exposing his arm inderneath to be covered with odd looking runes but unbeknownst to Aluida his assilent couldn't see them. Putting this aside Aluida spun round in the air and broaght his sword from over his shoulder for increased momentum, taking this oppertunity to do some damage Aluida swung at the Drakkar's tail which had yet to clear itself of his reach, his wings spread out wide behind him to increase his stability and slow his decent.

 

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Nynlata chuckled before he wen't, "Arn't they always." before watching him walk off, "Yea why not, nothings happening here anyway." she said before looking at the robed figure whom she thought had moved, after ahwile she lost interest and looked off with a sigh, her mind wandering back to Cyrodiil and reluctantly to what was left of her family. At this thought she couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Funny, when most of them want to kill you." she said out loud, remaniccing in her own memories it must of semt like complete babble to anyone else. In truth Nynlata had three sisters a brother and a father as her mother had been killed long ago. It was only her brother that could stand her, rather it was all the others that would go out of their way to do away with her, mostly as it was only herself and her brother that had gained the gene from their mother, the others saw them as unclean and a threat. Nynlata let out a slight sigh, "Wonder where they are now?" she said before snapping back to reality noting that she had shown a sensitive side for too long by her standards. "What the hell you looking at?" she snapped as a patron at the bar that had been staring at her.

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N'Kvaka:N'Kvaka rests calmly in his home on Isla Chrunus. He places his hand on one of the seeing crystals in his bag and murmurs a short spell. The robed skeleton before him seems to become more aware, and swings its feet off the table, lifting itself on to the floor. The Sload controls it easily, although its movements are jerky and unsure. It walks like a toy soldier, swinging its legs out and pulling itself forward purely by friction. As N'Kvaka becomes more used to the proxy, it moves more easily, going through the motions almost fluidly. Some movements seem jerky, but not too noticeable. When he speaks through the crystal his voice has the same sound of molasses dripping out of a bottle, but echoes slightly, from being inside the skeleton's now hollow skull. Edited by RobCoPublicReassurance
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