The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)
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				Title: <strong>The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 19:10:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>&nbsp;The Interest Thread &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131372.msg5830771#msg5830771)<br>&nbsp;The Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.0)<br>&nbsp;The Encyclopedia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132503.0)<br>&nbsp;the OOC Board &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133016.0)<br>&nbsp;Jikundi Truun Camp &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133017.msg5918543#msg5918543)<br>&nbsp;The Gate Camp &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133018.0)<br>&nbsp;The Outside of Anders &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133020.0)<br><br><br><br>(http://www.artexpertswebsite.com/pages/artists/artists_l-z/pelouse/Pelouse_AThickForest.jpg)<br>The paths are weak, they sway and scurry, like rabbit holes, some of them large enough to fit a freight train through, others as small as actually animal paths. The roots have grown thick through the flourishing river basin. Old cement structures still remain, and even some rotted wood dwellings can be found in a place dry enough to contain it. There are small hills to the north and the southeast that tend to stay dry, and grow grasses rather than trees. the gravestones of three cemeteries can be found, and if they are, evacuation should be one's first thought. For the demons, and the dead, and the vampires, and the evil men of this world love to frequent these places. Like the lost settlements to the east and the north (outside the walls of Anders) These graveyards exist mostly as rumor. For people are not known to return from them.<br><br>There is certainly one, in the space between the Tower Camp and the Wall camp. the other two are rumored to be near the street camp, some claim that this is why the street camp is so dangerous.<br><br>For more information please refer to the Encyclopedia for this RP.<br><br><br>(http://i41.tinypic.com/cnxbn.jpg)<br></div><br><strong>The Tower Camp</strong><br>(http://i40.tinypic.com/350rr0i.jpg)<br>1- The Fallen Tower (ground zero. A mysterious force has destroyed this Tower)<br>2- Anna Bell Coriander's home<br>3- The Farms (functions as a free green grocer)<br>4- Anders' Guard Barracks 4<br>5- Sage House 409 <br>6- Ander's Guard Armory<br><br><strong>The Wall Camp</strong><br>(http://i41.tinypic.com/a23qzp.jpg)<br>1- Childrens' homes (anyone under the age of fifteen is encouraged to stay in this proximity<br>2- Anders' Guard watch tower 1<br>3- Anders' Guard watch tower 2<br>4- General Market 1 (mostly what one would need, much shortage in this camp though)<br>5- Anders' Guard Barracks 6<br>6- General Market 2 ( same description as the other G. Market)<br>7- The Wall<br><br><strong>The Street Camp</strong><br>(http://i41.tinypic.com/elqn5.jpg)<br>1- The Wares (clothing, accessorie, entertainment, and toys can be purchased here)<br>2- The Stores (food, and most general needs can be purchased here)<br>3- The Tavern (the only real tavern in the street camp, this gets a lot of business)<br>4- The Brothel (works with the tavern. The smallest in Anders, but the only one worth coming to)<br>5- The Northern Hole (the demon jail. High security. actually serves as a ward to other demons from the NE)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 07:11:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/33u8wn6.jpg)</div><strong>Caridal<br>The forest north of The Wall Camp<br>Early morning -The sixth of November - Scorpio sun. Gemini moon.<br>Tagged - open</strong><br><br><hr><br>Lee's silent trot jarred Caridal out of sleep. The night before, she had been huddled up next to a large Oak tree with her trusted wolf. Now, he was on watch. The sun was only lighting the clouds above her, it was still mostly dark in the forest where she laid. Covered in a gown that she'd sown on her own, and a high pair of socks she had crafted as well. They were both made of wool. Her hands were trained, though and her weave was fine. The fabric felt as soft as cotton. The ground was wet in every direction, rain had been falling for days now. Her socks didn't cover her toes, and she usually pulled them all the way up to her hips, exposing half of her calf to keep them dry. that morning, they were hanging off the edge of her feet. As she wiggled on the ground with her eyes closed, she lifted one leg at a time to pull on her socks until they came up to her ankles. She hummed, hoping for Lee to return to her.<br><br>He didn't, she could still hear his tiny little paws trot along the forest floor, snapping twigs and expelling mud from it's settled spot.<br><br>Caridal's gown went down to her knees, stained with a bright red die. As she slept it had slid up her torso. The socks were white with a stray pattern of grey. It looked like the die may have not soaked all the way in. There was a long strip of white cotton wrapped around her ribcage and lower hips. Using a slit on the right side of the waist, Caridal was able to wear this long piece of cotton as a slip, and a corset. It's main purpose was to hold the heat in her lungs and vital organs, so she wore nothing to protect her buttocks or her genitals. And, the gown that she wore was incredibly loose around the shoulders, her young breasts would show themselves in one direction or another every time she moved her arms.<br><br>Still waking, Caridal started after Lee without checking her surroundings at all. If there was something dangerous near by, the wolf would not be peacefully standing with his ears and tail up, waiting for his beloved to come closer. She knelt next to him and whispered into his ear, "I feel you, Lee. I bet you had a bad dream." The animal seemed to stir, raising himself for a moment and then sitting. His head pivoted in every direction, and he licked his lips, staring off in the distance. "Hey!" Caridal was still whispering. She guided her wolf's head back toward her and she held her face next to his. "You can smell it all, you don't need those eyes, I know you." She was a piece of music, her cadence was rhythmic. She breathed like a wind in the mountains' pass. Lee whimpered and nudged himself into her. "Lee." she hummed out his name and he suddenly jerked away, barking once with excitement. Caridal smiled at him and watched him trot ten full strides to the south.<br><br>She moved her clothing around, to free her hip from cover and she perched herself down on a log. When the rain was this light, she liked to stay in the woods, a thick canopy above turned the downpour into mist. Her right hip and the edge of her buttocks lit up with a cold sensation. She chirped and opened her lips in shock. "This is a cold morning, Lee." the wolf was only twenty feet away, prancing lightly through the bramble with his nose on the ground. <br><br>Her blonde hair was an absolute nest. She'd been in the woods for over seven days. The young woman could hardly tell, but there were twigs and leafs stuck inside of the curls, and tangled strands of gold. She untied a knot at the middle of her back and started to take off the white cotton wrap. Her socks were dry. Caridal was entirely puzzled as to how that had happened, because her wrap and her gown were nearly soaked through. Caridal honestly couldn't tell if the moisture had come from the rain or her own body. Unwilling to ponder it for more than a second. She stood up and stripped down to her socks, which she promptly pulled up to her hips, and into the soft pocket of her under-carriage.<br><br>The naked girl hung her clothes up against the tree she had slept against and Lee started to come up toward the Oak, fully aware of what was about to happen. <br><br>She begin to whisper in an ancient language that her original protector had taught her years ago. Caridal started to whisper: <em>"Hago un llamamiento para obtener el poder. Soy el viento. Calentar mis manos, y llenar este espacio. Solis, viento. Solis, viento... Solis, viento. "</em> A vacuum pulled itself around her and she held her hands out as if she was holding a dance partner. Her heels were pinned to each other. A subtle light started to manifest in her palms and it flowed with haste toward her resting place. Lee layed down in absolute comfort as the wind started to flow from Caridals left arm, outstretched toward the tree. A hot breeze landed on the tree and she held it there for an elongated moment of peace. "Solis, viento." She wasn't whispering any longer. But, her soft voice sounded like the whistle of a bending tree-trunk, pure, and natural. <br><br>Caridal started to dance slowly, gesturing in slow motion toward the tree, shifting her weight and spinning with grace. The wind around her changed directions and gained power.&nbsp; It flowed now, behind her, changing from misty cold air into a hot force of energy. Caridal was a desert breeze in the forest, subtle, quiet, and hidden in the shadows. <br><br>Her naked form spun and stretched without any attention on the time. Lee could only stand the heat for so long. Eventually, he set himself down by her side, still in the gust of warm air as it formed, but on watch again, protecting her as she focused on the magic. By the time she was done, the forest had brightened some, for the Scorpion sun had blazed itself through the morning fog and rain clouds. Hot streams of sunlight sliced through the darkness, via cracks in the canopy above. <br><br>Caridal calmed her energies again and fought the urge to keep dancing. Her clothes were dry, and had been for a while. But she liked the heat, the burn that she felt in the center of her gut. Caridal's magic used dark energy, and it formed inside of her soul as ecstasy. This morning's personal routine wasn't over. So, she left her gown and wrap on the tree, switching her focus in search of a bathe. She knew this section of the forest well, and a creek flowed with high volume to the east. The walk would not take long.<br><br>Lee led the way, as if he knew where she was going. <br><br><hr><br>Her long white socks hung on a branch, the mist had vanished, for the rain had stopped. The ice cold water of the stream slipped by Caridal as she rubbed her submerged scalp, freeing her hair of it's thistle and branch. The tangled curls were loosened as well. She lifted her head out and straightened her knees. The shocking water caused her to gasp. Thin and shivering, the blonde was more refreshed than anything else. She picked herself clean as quickly as possible to avoid the discomfort of numb extremities. Lee stayed out of the water, and made sure to stay clear of her as she came ashore to dry off. He had been splashed with water before, and he knew that she was always looking for an excuse to do it again.<br><br>"I'm out of the creek, Lee, come here." The wolf was still careful, approaching her and sitting at her side. She tied her socks around his neck and instructed him not to shake them off. Caridal started back toward her clothes on the Oak tree, and Lee started after her, a bit irritated by the wool around his head. She took slow careful steps, holding her hands out to her sides, palms forward, eyes focused on something, but not where she was stepping. She called her energies forward again, whispering this time at a steady walking speed. <em>"Hago un llamamiento para obtener el poder. Soy el viento. Calentar mis manos, y llenar este espacio. Solis, viento." </em>The wind behind her came much more quickly this time, almost the moment after the vacuum had flashed around her. At first, her hot wind felt cool, but as the water on her skin evaporated, she felt the heart of the desert again and her blonde hair danced while the rest of the forest stood still. The sun was even higher now, cutting through the canopy in ten thousand more little holes than before.<br><br>She hardly snapped a twig, she felt weightless inside the pocket of hot magic. The mud on her feet was still chilled. It refreshed her. And as she raised her feet with every step, the hot wind kind of dried the cool wet dirt. In the middle of the walk, the mud on her feet had become a second pad to walk on. Thinner than leather, but thicker than cotton.<br><br>Her skin was hot and dry before she got back to the oak tree, but she kept the wind coming after she'd arrived to 'warm her clothes again.' (to get high). She stood less then two meters from the tree with a quiet fierceness in her eyes, and a calm emotionless observation on the rest of her face. She slowly raised her hands, pushing them forward with no dance or calming walk. '... - ...' Her body jerked and her throat caught a tight breathe of air. She moaned with intrigue and content. Her eyes alone were filled with joy.<br><br>Lee pushed himself against her, concerned. Her left knee bent and she shook her head free, shutting off her energy sources, she took a long slow breathe. She looked down at Lee and crouched down to his level. She thanked him with her eyes and retrieved the wool socks from his neck. He licked her hands and whined, still deeply concerned. "I'm ok I think." Lee didn't agree. He barked once and stood up. <br><br>Caridal straightened up and scrunched up her socks. Like a dancer, she lifted one foot at a time and pulled the fabric up to her hips again. Her practiced hands took the white cotton wrap and held it against her ribcage. Again, dancing in place, Caridal carefully wrapped her body in white cotton. Her navel was covered. The cotton went up to her breasts without covering them. About half of the wrap was still hanging from the tree. The warm fabric filled her with heat, and she smiled. <br><br>Once the gown came over her head, the free end of the cotton was already through it. She folded the red wool in the same place as the slit, and then tightly finished her spinning technique. <br><br>She walked away from the tree perfectly dressed, warm, and wide awake. The mist had returned with a frail presence, Caridal hardly noticed. Lee ran ahead of her again. They were headed Southeast toward the busy Gate Camp, it would likely be a couple of hours before the two of them were through the deadly forest and inside the dank, seedy village. Caridal didn't hum. She hardly formed any thoughts. She watched the sunlight shift through the forest. She waited for a demon, or another hard fall of rain. The two problems concerned her with equal intensity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaosfox</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 03:59:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/9/640x467_3094_The_Demon_Wars_Saga_The_Demon_Spirit_Part_1_2d_fantasy_bow_hunter_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)<br><strong>Linell <br>North-North East of the Tower Camp<br>Day 1 - Late Morning<br>Tagged: Photo </strong></div><br>Linell sat on a rock doctoring a new cut on his leg the best he could.&nbsp; Net to him laid his bow and quiver and his sword and long dagger. Both his blades where covered in blood and the bow was splintered. He had been caught off guard by a group of small demons as he was trying to hunt.&nbsp; He grumbled to himself as he wrapped a clean piece of cloth around his wound.<br><br>He was upset but not to angry though he was glad for the exercise and it had been a while he had been challenged in a fight. Just one of those he still might have gotten the deer he had had in his sights but instead it seemed like a whole group of the smaller demons had decided to work together that morning. It did not matter to him they were all evil and all deserved death no matter how big or small they might be. <br><br>Standing up Linell reached down and grabbing both blades he wiped the blood off and slipped the sword in the scabbard at his right hip and the dagger in one on his left leg. Next he picked up his bow it examined where it was splintered. It would need repairing but it would last until he got home.&nbsp; Finally he put hi quiver on his back and started to head back to his cabin. <br><br>He had been walking a good while when he felt the ground tremble and heard the sound of stampeding animals. He turned slowly and could see the biggest demon he had ever seen bearing down on him from the same direction he had been coming. Linell smiled as he put an arrow to his bow and brought them up to fire.&nbsp; “Come on you dam bastard spawn of hell come and meet your doom”. He fired and quickly started to prepared another his day had just gotten even more exciting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 05:22:42</strong>
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				(http://www.topdesignmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/452-600x372.jpg) <br>The Norther Woods<br>Day one (Sc - Gi)<br>Tagged: Linell<br><br><hr><br>The path that was five feet in width barely made way for this creature. The beast looked to be as tall as a standing bear, and it moved awkwardly, as if it's knees were broken, or bent to the side and backwards. It was still over 100 feet away, still the barrelling sound that it made as it walked shook the ground and defiled the ears; and, still it was too far away to make out clearly. It screeched loudly as the first arrow hit it, and paused for a moment in a particularly dark section of the woods. This demon grunted and softly purred out a vile hiss, the quieter version of it's just prior screech. It started to shake itself, and nudge into the thick bramble off of the trail. Loud snapping sounds a quieter russle could be heard as the large demon dissappeared from sight. <br><br>It's breathe was stubborn and heavy. It's steps were slow, but it drew ever closer to Linell. Branches, twigs, and young trees alike were trampled and tossed to the side. This demon was forcing itself through a patch of the forest that was thick with thorn and bramble. Irritated by it's forced path, The demon combined it's two sounds and grunted out a screech. The noise that resulted was the chugging spit of a broken engine, gaskets fuming, fuel with out proper tubing, hissing out of the pipes and up against the hot engine block. Avoiding Linell's arrows was proving to be a troublesome task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 13:44:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/chick_with_eagle_by_aozorize-d43x7ps-1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Issa Chu<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Not too far away from the Gate Camp, headed West.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> &nbsp;Morning<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> &nbsp;Open<br><br><hr><br>Her blindness made her more sensitive to what most others took for granted; smells, sounds, tastes and even energies that emanated from every living thing, but it didn't take hypersensitivity for her to know that Anders was a poor environment for most living things.&nbsp; From the moment she stepped in to the Gate Camp she could already sense the disorder and the fragility of it all. But she found it hard to find the same sort of solace in the woods inside Anders that she found out in the true wilderness.<br>The area between the camps were strange. Laced in with the smell of wet dew and grass was the stench of corruption and decay.&nbsp; While this smell was prominent everywhere, it seemed stronger inside Anders' walls rather than outside. Perhaps it was because this place was closed up, sealing both the humans and evil in such a small space.<br><br>Issa had stayed in the Gate Camp thinking she could help a few of the people there, but she had grown tired of the hopelessness people felt and the noisy concrete boxes people confined themselves in. There was also constant judgment and prejudice. Many people that saw her, a thin, blind young woman in a mud caked dress dismissed her and her aid, claiming she probably would not be able to take care of herself, much less others.&nbsp; The normal punishment for such rudeness was usually a small and subtle smack of her staff, but in a fit of frustration she gave the last arrogant fool just a tiny curse to give him a nasty case of lice. (Despite Data's disproving looks Issa only regretted it a little) Before she knew it the soles of her feet ached to feel the cool, soft earth.<br><br>Now Issa walked down a narrow pathway with her heavy staff in hand, her bare feet absorbing every sensation the earth had to offer her.&nbsp; It was not a commonly used path, at least not by humans.&nbsp; It smelt more like deer and other animals. The sound of Data's strong wings pushing against the air above her soothed her nerves.&nbsp; The further she got from the noise of the camp, the more her head cleared.&nbsp; Issa could breath again.<br>The air was cold, but welcome. She took in a deep, deep breath, and listened to the breeze.<br>Issa opened her eyes and looked up at the trees. Her milky gray eyes did not see the trees as they did when she was a child, their forms were that of fire, powerful energies full of life and rigid determination. Even the earth under her feet rippled with a quiet energy. Data's wisp-like shape fluttered amongst the hard trees. Her eyes followed him as he turned back to her.<br><br>Issa stopped walking and allowed Data to perch on her shoulder.<br><strong>"Do you feel that?"</strong> Issa asked her companion. There was a pull, the same feeling she had before she left her caravan. Until now she did not know what exactly was guiding her, but she had learned to trust it. It was like a string tied to her chest that tugged and tugged at her, it led her to people in need and to safety many times. <strong>"Let's go this way."</strong> She whispered, pointing her staff westward. Data simply looked at her then away. He had seen no immediate danger and was feeling lazy.<br>Issa marched on through her darkness with quiet and precise steps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 19:41:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/33u8wn6.jpg)</div><strong>Caridal</strong><br>The forest north of The Gate Camp<br>Day one - late morning -The sixth of November - Scorpio sun. Gemini moon.<br>Tagged - Issa Chu<br><br><hr><br>Caridal hadn't rested since she left the tree that morning. Her calves were soar, and her upper thighs and buttocks were starting to feel the same sting. She had been singing quietly for over an hour, the same melody swam through her head, and her soft voice helped to lift the spirits of the forest around her. She was a walking snack for most of the inhabitants in these woods. However, she knew what kind of banner that she was. Her scent was strong, her hair was bright, as well as her clothing. People always felt her coming before she had arrived. So, reverberating a song felt as wise as staying quiet. The line was a solemn minor key. An odd sadness swirled around her through this song, but the beauty that she had given to form was palatable in the moist moss of the woods.<br><br><em>L’ Via. No dejes de descansar<br>En la calle caminas Quien te va a perseguir<br>L’ Via. Te quieren matar<br>Dientes de Machete Cabezas de gallo<br><br>L’ Via. Durmiendo en paz Abre los ojos Todo cambiará<br>L’ Via. Soñado de venganza<br>Y yo te lo juro Lo van a pagar </em> <br><br>Without warning, Lee ran far ahead of her, barking, and howling a bit in excitement. Caridal knew that this was not an appropriate reaction to danger. Her white wolf had found a friend somewhere along the path ahead of her. She twisted her head to the side, and feeding of of Lee's energy, she got excited as well. The canine disappeared from her vision, around a corner of the path. The little blonde stopped singing and put herself into a full sprint, chasing Lee with a careless smile on her face.<br><br>Lee ended up at Issa's feet. He yelped and whined, trying to communicate his friendliness. Caridal came sprinting around the corner in only a matter of seconds after the wolf had arrived. She threw herself at Lee, and fell down to her knees, hugging him around the neck and squeezing him tightly. The mud underneath her painted the white socks on her legs dark brown where her legs had firmly put themselves. She didn't take notice of Issa much to start, only that she was another human, roaming the dangerous woods of Anders innards. "Hello!" She was out of breathe, willingly giving it away to her joy. Looking upward, her hair scattered rebelliously across her face. She used one of her free hands to shove it away. The round cherub pout of her face was overwhelmed. She looked like she had just found her long last mother "My name is Caridal." the young woman had a tendency to over-react in the presence of strangers. "This is Lee."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 22:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> anyone<br><br><hr><br>Beraias and Zyrix had set up camp just outside the Tower camp not wanting to go near the inside of the camp itsef, but keeping a good lookout for demon kin and things. Beraias wasn't a friendly person, old betrayals and a bad life had left him quite jaded on humankind.. Yet.. he fought demons to save them.. Why? He wasn't even sure anymore. For him it was going through the motions, with Zyrix the golden-eyed white raven, ever his companion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 23:15:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>The crow and fowl cleared the woods as Bell's cadence carried her threw the light mist. She was all in black, a hooded garment stretched over her shoulders, and it carried itself down to her chest. A tightly worn black shirt was underneath. She had black denim reaching from her hips to her ankles. Large black boots protected her feet. Bell had woven all of her clothes without help. the ancient way of dress that boasts practicality and flexibility. Bell had her black clothe painted on to her. she was warm, decently protected from loose thorn, and nearly invisible in the forest. Carrying a wood cutting maul in her right hand, Bell stopped near a tree that stood near a small clearing. It wasn't an excessively large tree, 'only two feet wide or so' Ms. Coriander wouldn't have chosen this growing sapling if she had known how close she was to Beraias' camp. However, as the mist started to turn into a light rain, her voice could be heard grunting, and cussing. The hard edge of her axe was loud as it spent time slapping against the trunk. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 07:27:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>Beraias was only half paying attention, sharpening his favorite knife before Zyrix cawed and took flight over nearby the woman. Beraias' attention was taken nearly instantly as he moved to see just what was going on. To his surprise, a female was chopping down the tree he was using for slight slight cover from the rain. So in all typical fashion, the male, dressed in black vest with light grey shirt and matching pants, red scarf, and black wrist-to-elbow sleeves, spoke out to the female. "Any.. particular reason you've chosen to interrupt my day?" He spoke in baritone voice, one that hinted that he could be sexy if he tried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 09:36:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>Bell rested for a moment. The axe was stuck in the tree. She closed her eyes as Beraias approached her. She expressed a disinterest in him, but she flicked her hood off anyway to show him respect. "Um," Bell was at a loss for a long moment, shocked by this young man's implied irritation. "It wasn't much of a choice. Stranger." She had to think about why he had spoken in such a manner. It felt like she had offended him in some way. Bell turned to the side and grabbed the axe's wooden handle.<br><br>"So." Her whole body started to jar it loose, it was no easy task for the decently non-muscular woman. She forced her voice out of her throat as she performed the task anyway. "Would you like me...to-" The axe leaped off of the trunk and landed on the dirt below, crack somewhere between three and six sticks before resting in it's own tiny trench. "stop what I'm doing? Are you connected to this tree in some way?" The sarcastic tone on her lips tasted like fresh pepper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 00:35:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>He near growled at the woman, his face a sneer of disgust, like her very being disgusted him. "I just want you to leave, I don't care what your doing." Rude ass as always, Zyrix cawed in warning to Beraias, his silent signal that the other perhaps should not be so rude. But Beraias jsut glared at her. "I am Suichin, demon hunter." He said in introduction, outwardly appearing to be unimpressed by her show of strength, though inwardly, he was interested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 21:55:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>Bell let the axe go, and delivered it to the floor of the forest, allowing it to break another series of twigs. "Well, Suichin, demon hunter. My name is Coriander. You can call me Bell, I hunt demon as well. Although I'm probably better at it then you are." She straightened her back and removed the hood. Her face was a glowing anger. Her eyebrows were pinned into the shape of a thrown dagger, downward, striking, direct, and bothered. The hard pinch in her cheeks would make note of a clenched jaw. Her lips were pursed, her eyes were narrow and riddled with inspection. <br><br>Bell loosened her sleeves and unlatched a hook underneath her arm, her hooded garment fell to the ground, revealing her shoulders and extravagant chest. The shirt that she had also exposed was thin and did little to hide the shape of her body. She knew that she would either have to seduce this man into tolerance, or intimidate him into retreat, the removal of the jacket implied each of those intentions evenly. "You're only seventy six paces out of a Camp full of Anders' guards. If it's not me, in no time, it will be one of them on patrol. Now don't get me wrong, you and I are on the same team, but if you're looking to be un-bothered," Bell was about to make her point now, and she raised her voice, gesturing to the west, commanding Suichin to follow her advice. "You really should consider getting a house in the camp."<br><br>Her voice lowered again, now concerned with explaining herself. Bell had a busy mouth when she was irritated. It did her well, her wisdom and wit had rarely been matched by any of her counterparts. "Look. I need fire wood. You were next to a tree." Her head cocked back and forth, a crackled in her throat could not force itself away. She was getting angry. "Need I explain to you... how childish you appear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 16:27:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>Suichin sneered a bit, like the very thought disgusted him. "I would sooner take my chances out here than&nbsp; among the filth of the city. I don't mind if someone bothers me for a decent reason.. You could have looked around if there was anyone resting near before you went swinging away at the damn tree. I'm not the rude one here, its you." Beraias was really a loner type. "Get your damn firewood and leave me be." He said, moving off to where his sleeping bag rested and ring of stones for a firepit that was there the night before. Zyrix still ever on his shoulder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 21:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>Bell was at a complete loss of action. 'This little shit...' She pivoted in place and tried to allow him some space. she needed it to think, he obviously valued his privacy. She couldn't believe how irrational he was being. "So I may be rude, I'm actually comfortable with that. Fuck the wood, you're too much to deal with." Bell picked up her axe pulled her jacket off of the ground. "I hope a big ol' bone eating demon finds you while I'm gone. The sound of an axe usually draws them in."<br><br>She turned around and started walking back toward the Tower camp, she muttered under her breathe as she stepped away from Suichin
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 00:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>He turned away from her as well. Zyrix actually pecked him and he growled. "Don't you start Zyrix, I am not apologizing." He said, sitting down and meditating a bit. "I don't care how pretty she looks,&nbsp; Zyrix, the pretty ones are the worst ones." He didn't seem to care if she heard him or not. The male was most guarded with his self and emotions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 00:44:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br>Just South-East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>Bell fought against the urge to turn around and throw her axe at Suichin. One feet followed another though, she kept on, pacing, walking, distancing herself from the unknown demon hunter. She thought deeply to try and remember his name. 'Beraias.' The pronunciation in her mind wasn't right, but she rarely let a face slip out of her memory. If she ever came upon him again, she would remember him without a moments loss. <br><br>She found another tree nearly two hundred yards from the camp that Suichin had prepared. She was south west of him, still outside of the tower camp, but clearly away from the man with the bird on his shoulder. This target was about the same width has the one that suichin had chased her from. But this one would be a hassle to fell. It seemed like in every direction, there were other trees to catch it, and keep it from touching earth. She would have to strike it from the north, and hope that it descended hard enough to tear through the weak support on that side. The chopping started almost instantly.<br><br>the echoes of her blade traveled far. The packing sound of broken lumber, distanced, like that of impacting bones. She kept at it for a long time. Wraps around her fingers, and the width of her palm hardly helped. She started to blister and sweat. The wind was weak, she cursed her luck. After one hundred strokes, she started to get nervous. The sun seemed to disappear behind the horizon, but it was too early, and Bell knew that. It was a thick rain cloud. The rain had not fallen on her, but the light of the sun was blocked, and she could barely see where her blade was supposed to land.<br><br>A grunt came out from behind her.<br><br>She froze, tightening the grip on her axe. Besides the axe, Bell, as always, had a bag of tricks on her hip. She offered a general greeting to test her company without facing it. "Welcome to the Surface." No response came back to her. She could hear her visitor strafing along the forest floor. Sticks broke, dirt resettled, the creature was breathing. It sounded like a vampire, and that scared the shit out of her, she didn't have a stake or a holy symbol to protect herself. The Axe would likely end up being a weapon against her. Bell turned around to see something that was shaped like a spider.<br><br>Her eyes opened with fascination, and her ears started to ring under the focus of it's challenging screech. It had four legs, and no visible arms. There were two sections on it's body, but the head was unignorably sentient. Two eyes, one nose, a mouth, several teeth, horns. <br><br>'I hope a big bone grinding demon finds you, the sound of an axe usually draws them in' Bell cursed at herself. "I wish it was a fucking vampire." She said to herself, very nearly about to cry in fear. Hair poured off of it's body as thickly as a secretion. the smell was vile, Bell caught a strong whiff of it the moment her ears stopped ringing, and then, burning the chambers of her sinus', her ears started to ring again. <br><br>It was a Finadar demon. she didn't know the name, and she'd never heard of this breed before. As it begun it's approach she calmed herself, it was slow. It could balance itself on any of it's three legs without much trouble, but it moved forward without much efficiency. Bell readied herself, and pulled the axe around her body, leaping toward the beast and aiming for it's leg. The Finadar could not avoid the blow, but it's skin did not break under the trauma. The creature tipped to it's side, but it caught itself. Bell pulled away, afraid of what it could be capable of doing.<br><br>Her hands stung from the contact. It felt as if she had struck metal. Bell inspected the demon as it rebalanced itself. The Finadar turned around and stood strangely on it's four legs, as if it was about to fall inentionally backwards. However, as Bell waited to see this demon show it's back to her. The fear that had swallowed her before shuttered in horror. She screamed loudly and dropped the axe. The creature's neck seemed to be made of putty, and the face followed Bell's shape as the body turned around. This demon had four arms on it's back. Bell had panicked because it had started to smile.<br><br>The demon gained speed like this, and it's four legs acted like only two. No longer shaped like a spider, it looked like a bloated dead body, black, and pussing. The penis, erect, on the center of it's back in the center of it's four arms was enormous, and releasing a discharge of creamy yellow mud. This Finadar charged Bell and without her axe she had nothing to protect herself. She reached for her the sack on her hip to withdraw a bomb, but it was starting to rain and lighting the fuse would be impossible. She ran as hard as she could back to the Tower Camp, screaming, without shame. "Help!" The pursuit didn't last long. Bell hadn't even pulled a bomb free from her satchel. The Finadar had captured her. And one strong blow to her head knocked her unconscious.<br><br><hr><br>The shadowed cloud passed over Suichin's camp, and a vile smell wofted through his tent. the rain was starting to fall, and it smelled like hell had decided to pass by.<br><br>The Finadar demon was back on four legs, walking slowly with Bell on it's back. Upon seizing her, the creature ripped all of her clothing off, and persisted to keep her captive. Curled around it's disgusting phallus, the sure flow of ejaculate oozed all over her unconscious body, but it spent no time ravaging her yet. Containing her with all four of it's arms, it seemed to be toting her like luggage, or a new toy, back to whatever place it called home. the snarling sound of it's loose vocal chords emptied into the surrounding timber. the creature seemed to be laughing, very happy with it's new prize. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 04:13:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>Beraias perked up as the smell came upon him.. "Finadar.." He muttered as hsi bird&nbsp; took to the air, one of it's eyes and one of Beraias' own melted into a single purple color, while he looked through one of the bird's own eyes, looking for a weak spot. And fiances there he found it. Notching his bow he took aim.. Shooting two in rapid fire to take out the eyes. Beraias knew thsi beast would be tough to beat given it's hard skin.. But it was the blood he knew he had to be careful with he wasn't all that worried since he knew demon cum wouldn't hurt, but stain, though he wanted to free her before the beast covered her in the stuff.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 12:02:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC_-cv-cxCY/S32D-NvtSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/jTyh9rVWFvE/s320/s640x480.jpeg)</div> <br><br><strong>Finadar Demon </strong> &amp; <strong>Bell</strong><br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one, late afternoon (Sc- Gi)<br><br><hr><br>The two bolts sticking out of the Finadar's face forced it to wail with a sickening snarl. The creature reacted soundly, squeezing Bell's body tightly in all of it's four arms, she made no sound, still unconscious, naked, her skin turning black in places that the yellow semen had plastered. The demon knew that it's attacker would come in close, presumably to save the woman in it's arms. Speaking a disgusted form of english, the beast called out to Suichin, clearly angry "You want this woman, then! Come closer" The demon laughed loudly in one sharp exhale "ha! I can smell you, human."<br><br>It's four legs pivoted slowly, turning like the lazy second hand on a clock. Eventually, Suichin was placed squarely in front of the demons shoulders. Still some distance stood between them, but it could follow the scent if Beraias and his bird. It's feet pounded against the ground, demanding a challenge. "You've taken my sight! Let me repay you!" It roared into the coming night. This roar woke Bell up, she could barely tell what was happening, but she knew that she was naked, and she could feel the hot semen sinking it's way into her body. Her head was too foggy to discern any form of context, she didn't even know that she was supposed to be screaming for help.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 16:15:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>Beraias growled himself.&nbsp; Of course he wanted the woman "Tch, what makes you think I want her? I just want you dead beast." He played off his true action,&nbsp; He knew his bow would not be much of a match to the demon, given of how hard it's skin was. He looked around quickly to see if there was anything nearby he could use, if not e'd start climbing trees,&nbsp; while his bird provided some distraction, or tried. Zyrix's special aibltiy was a high pitched noise that he coudl produce, often used to disorient or crack certain things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 11:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC_-cv-cxCY/S32D-NvtSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/jTyh9rVWFvE/s320/s640x480.jpeg)</div> <br><br><strong>Finadar Demon </strong> &amp; <strong>Bell</strong><br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one, late afternoon (Sc- Gi)<br><br><hr><br>The demon lifted Bell's body above it's head. Two of it's arms were stretched upwards, she started to come to completely now, with eyes open, and some of her skin still dripping with yellow oozes. She finally realized how naked she was, her position in the Finadar's hands. She could tell by Suichin's voice, that some one was trying to protect her, but the world was spinning around in circles, and there was no way for her to identify exactly who was acting as her guardian. <br><br>The demon could hear her gasping breathe change patterns. It could feel her squirming in it's arms. He laughed with disgust, and squeezed her ribcage with one hand, the other hand was circling around both of her knees, she struggled to keep them apart, but in an attempt to kick the creature, she only heard the sound of crunching, the blow had only injured her. The skin was too strong, and it's other two arms rose up to contain her more easily. In pain, and binded by two strong sets of hands, Bell felt as if she were in the middle of a rockslide. she screamed, and tried to stay conscious. She could feel her ribs cracking.<br><br>So could the Finadar, it dropped her down the armed side of it's body and she rolled directly into it's furious phallus. Her back cracked as she struck the pole. The two lower arms held her still as the Finadar started it's approach toward Suichin. Bell couldn't scream, one of it's hands was draped over her face completely, she could barely even breathe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 04:34:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>He clenched his teeth and growled, this wasn't good, It was going to crush Anne at this rate.. Yet what could he do against a creature liek this? He didn't have a convient boulder or lava pit to kill the thing in, the last one he had faced he had only just barely escaped with his life and onyl managed to seal off the beast..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 04:32:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC_-cv-cxCY/S32D-NvtSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/jTyh9rVWFvE/s320/s640x480.jpeg)</div> <br><br><strong>Finadar Demon </strong> &amp; <strong>Bell</strong><br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one, late afternoon (Sc- Gi)<br><br><hr><br>The Finadar, sensing Suichin's hesitation, imposing it's own fear, the creature turned it's head around to rip the arrow's free of it's swelling eye sockets. Bell wriggled on the 'belly' of the creature, still forced against it's penis, again becoming coated with the vile liquid. She screamed now, very aware of what was happening to her. <br><br>The creature screamed in pain, once the eyes had been removed from it's face, the pain became enormous, it stretched all of the way through it's skull, and some how half way down it's body. It's grip loosened, and Bell was able to free herself of it's grasp. She was still weak, though, and carelessly rolled of the demon's 'pelvis' and onto the ground below. The mud felt cold, and more than refreshing. She was surprisingly aware, in the wake of a concussion, she spun on to all fours and tried to move with the creature so that she could stay underneath, and away from it's horrific fingers. She arched her head upwards, and rolled through the puddles and brush. the Finadar was growing frustrated. It could only keep it's focus on one human or the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 04:58:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>As he noticed Bell manage to get of the beast he smirked, that was good but still he needed to get the creature away from her. He whistled sharply. "Oi Beast! Get me if you can, I'm the one that stole your eyes!" He laughed at it, if the beast ignored bella dn chased him, it owuld give Bell enough time to flee to his tent nearby where at least she'd be safe until he coudl lead the beast away or kill it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 09:21:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC_-cv-cxCY/S32D-NvtSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/jTyh9rVWFvE/s320/s640x480.jpeg)</div> <br><br><strong>Finadar Demon </strong> &amp; <strong>Bell</strong><br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Day one, late afternoon (Sc- Gi)<br><br><hr><br>The Finadar rumbled, It took the bate. As furius as a Finadar could be, it charged Suichin with all of it's might, tumbling trees in it's wake and covering the distance as fast as it could. It's armas were behind it's face, and it'sbleeding eyes wereprime targets. Bell watched it give away to anger, and she relaxed in the mud for the short moment she figured that she would have. The horror had swept over her, she was ready to run back to the tower camp if Suichin were to fall. Dhe watched the end of the battle with eager eyes from the ground.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 15:33:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br><strong>Location:</strong> To the east of the Tower camp<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander<br><br><hr><br>He arched his bow, taking as many shots as rapidly as he could while moving away from the beast, the eyes were the only weakness he really knew of that he coudl exploit at the current moment. He woudl cotninue this tactic until the beast was actually dead of course.\<br><br>Once the beast fell he went to Bell's side. "You alright?" He spoke gruffly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 00:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)</div><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander</em></span><br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Night one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>With the final shrieks of a dying Finadar, Bell looked up to see Suichin's shadow coming toward her. Much of her body felt hot, slick, and desecrated. She couldn't describe the particular way that her skin was crawling, but it felt like tiny insects had covered her. she was absolutely nude, covered in mud, and indescribable muck. It was too dark to see clearly, but her skin had been turned black in many places, up and down her torso, her face, each of her legs in spots, her back, breasts, and arms as well. With ivory skin, the staining semen had created the look of a zebra across her entire body. She had submitted to her terror before. It felt like she was crying, but she wasn't. In many ways, she felt numb. Now, with the sun down, and her cold body laying uncontainable in the rain. She only wanted one thing: a fire.<br><br>"I'm alive. And, beside my head, I feel pretty good." the concussion that had originally knocked her out was still spinning around the tip of her consciousness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 12:18:54</strong>
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				Nothing hinted at what was to come but the soft rumbling of a brewing storm. The surrounding areas were mostly quiet, save for the hustle and bustle of trade in the open city streets. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to drop dramatically. Attention was called to the sky as a massive purplish black core accumulated there. Twirling about with the whipping winds, the core grew large, an obvious omen of things to come.<br><br>A pall of silence overcame the entirety of Anders. Simultaneously every animal inside the walls of Anders glanced to sky almost in awe and reverence. The rest of Anders followed suit, trying to see what was so intriguing. That's when the tremors began. A slow vibration turned up the volume slowly becoming an earth shattering pulsation.<br><br>As if directed by an unseen hand, a bolt of black lightening fell from the sky, crashing into the Watch Tower in the Tower Camp. The Tower's base cracked with the impact, completely toppling to its side, crushing many under its weight. Screams and cries rang out, though many were drowned out by the fires that had sprouted all along various parts of Anders. High did the flames lick as the fires raged their might. Children looked on helplessly as their parents were engulfed, husbands desperately fought to extinguish the flames from their spouses flailing limbs, and women screamed in horror as the fires began spreading toward them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 08:22:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Tower Camp</strong></span><br>-Amid Destruction-<br>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon-<br><br>The broken structure had fallen to the south. The torches inside spread over three blocks, and the Anders' guard suffered many casualties, for the Tower camp Barracks had been completely destroyed by the platform at the top of the watchtower.<br><br>A long deep note of expunging terror seemed to hum underneath the shrieking voices that swam from corner to corner. The sheer force of mystery was far more terrifying than the cantankerous death-toll. No one had truly seen where the assault had come from, and all the clouded black energy had dissipated away. There were only sharp screams and guttural noises of pain, popping firewood, once treated as pillar and wall. It was difficult to discern what the future would hold in this place. A tension was hot across the barren landscape of young fir trees and broken homes. The fires were slowly going out, due to the drizzling rain, but the bloody bodies of both loved ones and soldiers were drowning out the rational mind of most inhabitants. <br><br>This event was a flashing beacon to humans and demons alike. No body seemed to be aware as such, and they were behaving in a foolish manner. Grieving civilians fluttered around the streets, not bothering to stay in their homes at all. It seemed like the worst had already happened. However, Parties approached from every direction, some were of kind heart. Most of them were of malicious desire. The darkness of winter had finally arrived. A strong string of blunt force symbolism had not occurred to most of the players amongst it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 09:09:34</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Northwest of Tower camp</span></strong><br>-The Spindled Woods-<br>-2 hours after The Tower's collapse-<br>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon - <br>-Jikundi Truun Party-<br>Tagged: anyone <em>affiliated</em> with the Jikundi Truun, do join the march.<br><br><br><hr><br>The spindled woods were twisted up. Each trail led itself to several others, and they intersected to the rest like spiderwebs. Only thick brush and old growth trees were responsible for making it such a maze. The Jikundi Masters, and Reni himself received news of the Tower's collapse rather quickly, due to the mages in the nearbye camp. Most of them sensed it, some of them could even report what it had looked like, though they had laid, sleeping in their beds. They had departed only a half hour after the black cloud had decimated Anders' in a single dark moment. <br><br>The rain had returned, and it had a black reflection in every drop. The night was dark, in an odd, and unexplainable way. <br><br>Ianto dresden had been placed in the Alpha position. He was the highest ranking, and most qualified member sent to the Tower camp. Reni knew that a storm had only just brewed. These warriors and mages were sent to provide support, and care when needed. Their best and brightest were sent out in one large cluster, safety in numbers, for the forest was dense, confusing, and void of mercy. Seven Truun mages were clumped up in the center including Fellis, and Kereva Maalkum; a hand mage with bravado, and a priest with an ear for painful shouts in the hill. Fellis stood tall, his eyes glowing over the landscape, small electric sparks surging off of his exposed hands with every falling raindrop that struck them. Kereva was dressed in white, dirt seemed to be scared by her, and an aura of peace was leaking off of her skin. However, the over-bearing beast of dark power in the woods forced her to quell this action without effort.<br><br>Eneno provided all of the mages guard, her sword was ever drawn, held in an even way on her side. Evil felt steps away. the whole group moved at half speed. Most of the young mages were terrified, having not been outside the walls after dark in many years. Those with Jikundi badges on their clothing were scared as well, but they weren't allowed to show it on their faces. If everyone was scared, it would create chaos.<br><br>Every Jikundi sentry had been sent on the mission, and half of the scholars were bearing arms beside them. Dwine and Gentry each held their weapons tightly, back to back. Gentry had a gentle step, walking backwards with arrow and bow drawn. Dwine had not unsheathed her blade yet. It was large, resting heavily on her hip. she wanted to make sure that an enemy was in front of her before she pulled it from it's place.<br><br>Both Dent and Sendik were given the rear guard. the were nearly nude, dressed in hanging strands of thin yellow fabric. their faces were guarded with metal, and a primitive chest plate was bridled to each of their shoulders. Long, slender spears were grasped, in full stances with both hands. They traveled closer to the rest than they ought to. Only six paces behind, if that. Each Sukodi Sentry's, they felt at home in Ianto's company. Instinctively, they expected special treatment for studying underneath him as students.<br><br>The rest were too scared to touch their weapon, or make a face other than 'help me.'<br><br>As the Jikundi Truun camp marched toward the Central Watchtower, one thing was slowly becoming obvious. It was starting to get colder. As if the winds of Scorpio had delivered the deathly black cloud, using shear force of will. A bitterness traveled through the whole party. They had representatives from every aspect of the Jikundi Truun. They were expecting to make a large impact on the scene. But they were still another fifteen minutes out, approximately. the trails were weaving too much to find North, and the clouds had completely blanketed the stars.<br><br>A small voice sneaked up behind Ianto: "I think we're lost, master." It was Feralin Gander, one of the scholars he had sparred this morning. the rest of the group quietly agreed. Still a couple loud mouths decided to speak with full breathe and cursing language: "No damned, North Dresden." "Aye, I've seen this tree before." "Yeah-p." He wasn't losing command, the troops were just as frustrated as he was. like spiraling springs, falling down through an elevator shaft, these trails made no logical sense. It was as if a giant child had run through the woods with bear-claws for fingers, and cleaver like teeth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 19:23:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/NGoddessForm.jpg)</div><br>From the very core of the crumbled Watch Tower, a thick viscous shadow emerged, unfolding her arms upon the world demons of the utmost atrocities. They came in waves, first the most terrifying of all beasts with deformed bodies, bloated appendages, rotting cores, and razor sharp teeth. This horde ventured forth, traipsing on any human in their way, clawing and feeding and terrifying. Next came an army of brightly colored creatures. Beautiful at first to look upon, they quickly made their intent known as they slashed and slithered and gnawed on any living thing in their reach.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Loracreature3.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Legion&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Loracreature.jpg)</div><br>Those seeming to control the first legion sprouted forth from the viscosity, as though they were just another part. Their forms that of humans but made of pure shadow. They walked, waving their flowing hands, and the monstrosities did their bidding. The creatures controlling the second swarm stepped from the darkness looking oddly similar to humans. However, as they stepped through, their forms changed and mutated until they could no longer be distinguished from an animal seen in the human realm.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Nycreature.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Swarm&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Nycreature2.jpg)</div><br>Lastly, standing close to the core, emerged a purple haired beauty, a grin of psychotic excitement plastering her silvery face. And to her side, a green tinted horned demon, naked and scowling.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Ariella1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/320029_10150325423192477_147639107476_8506606_1623226266_n.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 14:59:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Allure DeCoulter</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name:Allure DeCoulter<br><br><br>Race: Human<br><br><br>Age: 16<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt210/Lavender1_1985/Azaria/Azarias/the_witch_of_montmartre_by_arsy_winter-d4fep3t.png)<br>Allure is true to her name, her beauty makes everyone stare at her and forget themselves. From her honey colored eyes and delicate nose and lips to the perfect curves of her body. She usually looks dreamy and in a world of her own, but the she proved that this is not the case all the time.</div></div><br><br>Affiliation: Jikundi Truun (mage)<br><br><br>Personality: Looks quiet and reserved, almost haughty to those who don't know her, but those who claim that they got close to her knows she can make her company worth the time they spend with her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Biography: Born to a modest family in the city of Anders, She was the youngest among 6 brothers and sisters made her coil into her own world, specially after her "powers" had caused her own family to shun and isolate her, which made her leave home at the age of 12. <br><br><br>Once she heard of the Jikundi Truun camp she determined to join it, knowing that her powers must be controlled considering the toll it had on her both physically and emotionally. Her abilities were raw and uncontrolled, twisting her every day with pain and suffering. She had learned how to channel her magic a bit in the year she spent in the camp, but she still has much to learn.<br>&nbsp;<br>Magic capabilities: Create illusions: (both pleasant and torturing, most of it was causing horror and fear which was why her family shunned her). <br>Create Copies of herself (to lure the enemy). <br>Light telekinetic powers (lift and push particular objects)<br>Body connection (link to other bodies without making them aware, the sensation on her end would be like telling a secret) <br>Lightening push (taught to her by the Truun masters as a way to harness basic energy).<br>Mind reading (She has the ability to create illusions by entering the minds of her enemies, so she can read their minds too)<br><br><br></div></div></div><div class="floatright">-The Spindled Woods-<br>-2 hours after The Tower's collapse-<br>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon - <br>-Jikundi Truun Party-<br>Tagged: anyone<br></div>(http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt210/Lavender1_1985/Azaria/Azarias/the_witch_of_montmartre_by_arsy_winter-d4fep3t1.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>They had been walking for what seemed like hours now, all the party heading to the camp, the news of the devastation had reached them and so they hurried in their way to the site. The rain was ominous, the first signs of the gloomy winter had made Allure's mood as gloomy and dark as the night itself.<br><br><br>She was walking in the middle of the group, those around her were scared, she could tell that from the signals her mind receives from them, not that she intentionally read their minds but the state of fear and anticipation of the worst from them and her own readiness to catch any glimpse of danger around them made such things possible. She was afraid too, after many years of safety within the camp, it was her first time out it into the wilderness of the forests she once roamed searching for refuge. This time she wasn't alone, yet the entire place loomed above her like a threatening crow. The rain and darkness adding up to the fear of the unknown. <br><br><br>They were walking for a very long time now, the road to the North seemed endless and she knew something was wrong, then she was positive of it... They are walking in circles, with no stars and no marks on the road it was obvious they were lost... She had no comment on that as the others expressed their emotions, she merely stood there, waiting for the next move and keeping her eyes open for any possible threats.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 03:58:45</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Photos</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)(http://mypix.me/images/fxb2182b5erzulcyzyo_thumb.jpg)(http://images.hitfix.com/photos/18096/defiance_schreiber_article_story_main.jpg)<br>(http://cghub.com/files/Image/112001-113000/112413/522_stream.jpg)<br><br><br></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Anna Bell Coriander<br>Kalvin Mikkel<br>Kes Korbin<br>Linell Salfor<br></em></span><br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Two hours after the Tower's collapse<br>Night one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br><br><hr><br>Bell had been sleeping, or at least trying to. The pain was intense, both physically, and emotionally. Nothing had been so destructive, so blindly disregarded toward her well being. She couldn't have understood what it wanted to do to her. But she knew that half of her body was pitch black, and she knew<em> exactly</em> what had caused it. The trauma was settling now. Suichin had taken her back to his camp. He had clothed her with something. She wasn't concerned enough to inspect the fabric. He had already seen the worst moment of her life. He had seen every part of her, and covering up now wasn't a threatening issue.<br><br>Her entire left arm was black, however, just at the top of the forearm, by the wrist, it was white again, and her whole left hand was still naturally pale. Stripes, and flowing clots of black skin was stretched over her entire back, chest, and midriff.&nbsp; Her right arm was lighty spotted, but her right hand was almost entirely painted the color of shadows. It was her sword hand, and it was in more pain than the rest of her body. She couldn't find out why. The right leg was almost untouched, a bit of her calf, and some spots on her right foot. Like her left arm though, the left leg was coated, and none of it remained white. Staying true to the pattern, most of the semen had settled inside of the left part of her body, and in the right position, she looked like a ying-yang. <br><br>A vision rode toward Suichin's camp. Three standing men, firmly in a defensive formation. They found him by chance, on their way towards the Tower Camp. The leader of this group was Linell Salfor, wisdom poured from him, and the other two looked worried, that something fishy might be happening, as if they didn't trust anyone. They looked unnaturally alive, awake, as if they had just woken up. Kalvin and Kes. One had a bandage on his face, the front of which was covered in blood. It looked like a burn, not a cut, or a cracked skull. Kalvin, the uninjured, and over-all, more put together man was dressed in fine clothes. They had been stained from travel, injury, and sweat. But he wore them highly. They approached Suichin from the front. The were on guard, unable to tell what the warrior before them might be capable of doing.<br><br>They had found the dead Finadar demon to the East, but they would have had no idea that this young man had performed the task. "May the morrow be near." Linell projected toward Suichin. "We are friends. I am Salfor, senior of these woods. This is Mikkel, and Korbin. They are both Sages from the northeastern reconnaissance camps. We are only seeking a spot by your fire."<br><br>Kes, and Kalvin seemed pleased with the introduction. But Kalvin needed to add more. He knew not who had appeared before them. "No matter your allegiance, young warrior." Mikkel's eyes were sharp, and he could see the weapons on Suichin's side. "I bring news that concerns you. Beyond that, we have not much to give you. Only news, only vital information."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 04:23:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/pokemonlover08/untitled2bmp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beraias Suichin and Zyrix (the bird) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5938888#msg5938888)<br>East of the Tower Camp<br>Two hours after the Tower's collapse<br>Night one - (Sc-Gi)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anna Bell Coriander, Kalvin Mikkel, Kes Korbin, Linell Salfor<br><br><hr><br>Beraias looked at Anna, She'd have the findar's taint for years to come. He sighed and shook his head. He was about to say something to her when Zyrix cawed in warning, people approached and Beraias stood looking calm, yet one hand was handling his blade, ready to fight. He listened to the others, with Zyrix ever on his shoulder, like some guardian. "You may share my fire, but touch the woman and you will die a horrible death, just as the Findar demon." He said in calm warning before turning and moving to sit near Anna. "Can you eat?" He asked her, he was gettign ready to prepare some food, so he wanted to knwo if he should bother making enough for two humans and a bird.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Inside of Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 20:43:53</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Northwest of Tower camp</span></strong><br>-The Spindled Woods-<br>-2 hours after The Tower's collapse-<br>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon - <br>-Jikundi Truun Party-<br>Tagged: Allure<br><br>Ianto was quiet for a long while before he silenced his troops with one sentence. "A man i never lost, friends. I need a mage, bring me some one from the back, I think Allure would be capable." The Jikundi Knight spoke to one of his Sentries.<br><br>their ranks covered almost fifty yards. The back of the pack was in shouting distance from the point man, but they wouldn't dare unload that kind of attention. Their scent was already strong enough. Ianto, and the rest of the martial artists only hoped that whatever was happening to the southeast of them was keeping the demon population busy.<br><br>The Sentry that Ianto and instructed was moving back through the slow moving formation of blue and yellow clad warriors. He found the circle of witches protected by Eneno Dene, and spoke directly to his Jikundi comrade. "Eneno. I'm here to bring Allure to the front of the formation. Ianto has concluded that North is undefined. We'll need her help to find our way to the Tower camp." Eneno nodded, and motioned toward Allure.<br><br>"Go ahead," she spoke to the 'Illusions-mage'. The whole crowd was supportive. None of them could find a true direction. Their master would be irrate. It was only right to become lost on a night with the Gemini moon.<br><br>Ianto chatted with the other two men by his side. the point man was still moving at a slow pace fifteen yards in front of him. He waited patiently for Allure to arrive.<br>
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