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				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 12:31:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~ Setting ~</strong></span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The story takes place in the capital city where the King of Krum rules. The castle is located near the Great Lakes and is surrounded by small and large villages that prosper due to their position on fertile land.&nbsp; Krum is still a peaceful kingdom despite the rough times in which it chose to rise and prosper. This is probably the main reason why after long debates under the pretense of a false peace treaty, the two representants of Heaven and Hell chose Krum as the most suitable place to carry out their wager. The Demon Lord came up with the idea and The Archangel approved gladly. They would surround the kingdom with mixed energies and isolate it from the rest of the world. Then they chose a handful of humans, inhabitants of the capital city and its surroundings, as subjects for their experiment.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Demon Lord send his most powerful demons to corrupt the King and his advisers, to induce greed and excessive desire for power in their minds. The Archangel chose the most virtuous of angels to enhance every human’s free will in order to repell the demon's acts. The demons were offensive, the angels gave protection, that is how it always have been…until the tides have turned and the Archangel decided to strike back. He chose a Sacrifice in order to oppose and in the same time help the King into making his own decisions. The Sacrifice would have no power and no influence on others except by proving worthy of authority through virtue. The angels knew that this takes time and that they had to protect the Sacrifice until it would become powerful enough to carry its mission. Alas, the demons took advantage and chose a Hunter to stop the chosen one from fulfilling this task, by death or persuasion. And so our story begins….<br><br>It takes place in a world much similar to ours during the Middle Ages.<br><strong>Characters I need:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Demon Lord <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Archangel <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Human King <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Hunter <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Sacrifice <br><strong>Characters I welcome:</strong> Any original characters that are part of these three races.<br><br><strong>Succubus and Incubus</strong><br><br>Natural enchanters and also predators, the succubi and the incubi are known for their intense lust and desire for humans which they hunt constantly in order to bring chaos and disaster into the world. While other demons are destructive and openly wage war on humankind, the succubi and the incubi prefer to work from the shadows. They seduce and persuade the rulers of mankind, inducing ideas into their heads or simply making them unable to take their own decisions, enslaving their bodies and minds at the same time.<br>They are also shapeshifters, but only during night time. They hide troughout the day when their real form is revealed and rarely show themselves to others, especially to humans.<br>Their society is an hierarchical organization, yet they follow their leaders with the inner desire to always rebel. Most of them are ruled by fear, so their leaders use fear as the main form of ruling. The succubi and incubi rarely bond, friendship and love between them are as rare as patience and mercy are in their personality traits.<br>Most of them are vindictive and souless. They are also deceiving and quite charming and can pose as innocents when they want to.<br><strong>If you choose a demon</strong> you can never betray your kind or show positive emotions. <br><strong><br>Human females and Human males</strong><br><br>Unaware of the war that is going on around them in almost every aspect of their lives, humans have a way of adapting to any kind of situation that proves to be the key to their survival.&nbsp; Although the future of mankind depends on the general outcome of the war between good and evil, humans lack initiative when they have to choose sides. In the demon's perspective, they are like puppets ruled by their instincts and that is what makes them easy to rule. In the Divine's perspective, humans are lost individuals who just need guidance in order to come home. <br><strong>As a human </strong>you will have to deal with morality more than any other race and every thought, word, action or decision will have consequences leading to your fall or ascension.<br><br><strong>Feminine angels and Masculine angels</strong><br><br>As part of the divines, angels carry out their missions with loyalty and eagerness. Faith and love is what defines them and they are happy to serve their Lord in any way. While love for humankind is one of the traits they must share in order to carry their mission, all romantic relationships are forbidden for them. If an angel should fall in love with a human, the respective loses its immortality, but has as many chances of redemption as humans have. Falling in love with a demon is strictly forbidden and the only punishment for it is believed to be death. Angels also believe that they would not turn into demons, for that would be too cruel for them so they just disappear and their names are ripped from the Book of Life. No angel has ever fallen in love with a demon so the outcome of this remains unknown to this day (for those of you playing as an angel this might be a new twist to the story).<br>They have ethereal form and could gain physical form if it's necessary for their mission, but they can stay in it only a short period of time (until sunset). Angels are not shapeshifters, they have one physical form for their entire existence.<br>When an angel falls in love with a human and marries the person before having intercourse with the said partner, the angel can keep its ethereal form and can make use of it, but the periods are changed this time. The angel can use it only until sundown, after which it turns into the physical, human form.&nbsp; If the angel and his lover have intercourse before getting married, the angel can no longer keep its true form and thus turns fully human.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Things you need to know when playing angel:</strong> you have a set of inner rules which you must constantly follow. If you fall in love, you struggle between morality and desire.<br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Characters (always updating)</span><br><br><strong>Master: Jane Storm</strong><br><strong>Title/profession:</strong> Protector of the sacrifice<br><strong>Name:</strong> Zefiriel<br><strong>Age:</strong> 102<br><strong>Race:</strong> angel<br><strong>Sex:</strong> feminine <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zefiriel</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Physical traits:</strong> almond shaped eyes of honey color, ruffled chestnut hair and a healthy complexion. Her mouth often reveals pearly white teeth between full lips. Without being too athletic, her constitution seems fragile when she gains human form only because her transformations are never too powerful. <br><strong>Moral traits</strong>: merciful, strong-willed, optimistic. Sometimes ignorant of the war and its rules, eager to prove herself as a helper of the humankind. <br><strong>Strenghts</strong>: flight speed, powerful protection prayers, can control nature elements (plants mostly), intuitive<br><strong>Weakness:</strong> weak physical protection, naive, fearful of the dark<br><strong>History:</strong> Zefiriel is part of the lower classes of angels. A former protector of nature, she is now responsible with protecting and guiding children until they reach puberty. She wasn't sent to Krum when the wager started, she was already in the Kingdom in one of the smaller villages, taking care of the peasant's children and the crops. She secretly hopes that one of them might be chosen as Sacrifice. She makes long journeys in order to reach the higher classes of angels so she can find out where the Sacrifice might be and she’s prepared to guide him or her until the end.</div></div><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 12:32:54</strong>
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				RESERVED FOR GM - ESTIMATED STARTING DATE: April 7th 2012<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Kingdom of Krum </strong></span><br><strong>Capital City : Jeron</strong>, where the castle is located. Jeron is a typical middle age fantasy location, full of markets, darkened alleys, brothels, taverns, guilds, a university etc. Systems of travel: by foot, by horse or by cattle (pulling wagons).<br><strong>Typical nearby village: Straws</strong>, where you can find farms, gardens, crops, houses and barns, maybe one or two feudal lords and the local tavern (general meeting place besides the church).&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>No one goes in and no one gets out of Krum because of the mixed energies surrounding it. In some magical way, none of its inhabitants ever thinks of leaving and any trace of the outside world is represented by a blind spot in the mind. They have no recollection of anything outside the kingdom.&nbsp; Humans don't have any idea that angels and demons are all around, in higher numbers than ever, but they will soon find out. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The use of magic – general traits</strong></span><br><br><strong>Humans</strong> use their known forms of magic (rituals, curses, simple spells, fortune telling, hypnosis etc) and their magic is the least powerful of all. A human can never kill or hurt a demon without divine help (under the form of an angel or otherwise a holy object or weapon ; divine swords, blessed crosses, holy water etc fall under this category). They can’t shapeshift, fly, turn invisible or make use of any other superpowers unless an angel or a demon enchants them (usually for a short while and they have to be in their presence the whole time while the spell lasts).<br><br><strong>Demons</strong> cannot kill with magic directly, but they can use and manipulate the matter around them, with power limits depending on their rank. However, they can't manipulate the elements of a human body (blood, water, tissues etc) but they can shapeshift, induce ideas and if they are truly powerful even posses other beings, except for angels. A demon can never manipulate the mind of an angel, unless the said angel gained human form (temporarily or otherwise).<br>If a demon wants to empower a human or an angel with a certain spell, he can do it&nbsp; only if a pact has been made between them. <br>Demons can change their true form only during the night, when the sun is still up they instantly gain their demon aspect.<br><br><strong>Angels </strong>aren't allowed to use magic, they have spiritual powers which they can use if they pray or use some of their energy in order to help others or to battle demons. They have highly powerful energy shields and healing powers. Angels can empower other beings without a pact. <br>Angels can take a human form only during the day.&nbsp; If the said angel has intercourse with a human after marriage he keeps the human form during the day and can only use his ethereal form during the night. Angels that have intercourse with humans before marriage are no longer angels, they are considered to be humans. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Always keep in mind the character’s strength and weakness list.</span><br><br><strong>*The Archangel and The Demon Lord</strong> have more power than any other character, but also more restrictions. <br>While the Archangel can never use his powers to control the free will of another being (doing so it will only diminish the said power), the Demon Lord can never use his powers against more than one angel at the same time (it’s better for him to have guards all the time that can keep a group of angels separated if the said group is out to get him). <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Making pacts and honoring them</strong></span><br><br>&nbsp;<strong>A demon – human pact</strong> can be detailed and contain terms of agreement, a certain period of time (usually forever) or it can be very elusive. Any kind of agreement (verbal or written) between the two can be considered a pact. <br>The terms and effects of this pact can end only if the contract has been honored, the demon deceived or if an angel powerful enough decides to break it in order to free the human from its power. Breaking a demon-human pact requires great efforts from both the said angel and the human he wants to save: the angels loses all powers for a period of time (depending on the nature of the pact) and the human must perform a certain number of tasks (again, depending on the nature of the pact) before the contract can be broken.&nbsp; <br>Example of tasks: praying for long periods of time&nbsp; (a night, two days, etc), fasting, doing good deeds, taking an action opposed to the one that started the contract (eg if the human wanted wealth by stealing it from another through this pact, he must give ten times the amount to the poor).<br><br><strong>An angel – human pact </strong>does not exist. Angels selflessly help others without requiring any kind of payment. An angel can ask a human to do certain things like helping others in return for their favour, but they can never ask something for themselves. The only downsize of this situation is that an angel uses a lot of his energy in order to help the human (depending on the nature of the task and on the rank of the angel).<br><br><strong>An angel – demon</strong> pact is the most powerful and most rare of all. Until now, this kind of contract has never been made. Yet, when the two representants of Heaven and Hell (aka the Archangel and the Demon Lord) decided to do this experiment in the land of Krum, they also opened new possibilities for angels and demons to interact in other ways than fighting. There are no established rules for this kind of contract and its limits are still uncertain. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 15:04:23</strong>
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				Light and radiance is all you see. &nbsp;In the throne room of the Lord on high, purity and beauty is the only description one can use. These are the thoughts of Antonius as he departs from the presence of his Lord. It always fills him with anguish to leave but he knows he must do his duty to the Lord and that means being away from his presence. Though this day, was momentarily marred by the presence of one of the fallen. He was already there when Antonius arrived shrouded in a cloud of smoke fore the glory and radiance of the Great Lord was painful to him. He had come asking the Lord’s permission to test the humans again. Many of the fallen had come in the past to ask the same and on occasion it was granted. While the Lord allowed him to do so he required that one of us be there as well to grant the humans a choice, he begrudgingly agreed. Antonius was the first to step forward. The fallen one departed in the same cloud of smoke he had been standing in… smoke from the fires of hell.<br><br>Spreading his great wings Antonius rises from the steps of pearl and gold, rising high above the shimmering edifices and streets of heaven. Below is the great and glorious river of life glittering brightest against all other things. To follow it to its source is to return to the throne room of the Lord and look upon the only thing in the room not blurred by the radiance of the Lord, the Tree of Life. A moment of reverie reminds Antonius of the ages past when the fallen forsook all this beauty in the name of power, the words of his Lord came to him then calming his rising anger and reminding him of his new task.<br><br>One thrust of his mighty wings hurled him to his destination, here in the war quarters did he find himself. Great towering columns held aloft the roof each of the column’s faces carved with the visage of those who had fallen in service to the Lord God. They were not gone forever but awaited in a special place known only to the Lord until such a time that he deemed they need to return. Inside he quickly found his offices and called to one of the many cherubim under his command, “Summon to me the best of my soldiers, our Lord has given us a great task that requires the utmost attention. Also locate and summon the one called Zefiriel our task lands us in the mortal realm that she presides over a portion of.” The cherubim nods and hurries away, this would take time several of his best already had duties to attend to. The Lord had known his concern and told him they would relieved soon by others just as capable.<br><br>While waiting for the first members to arrive Antonius went to his armory and began readying for war.
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 16:00:15</strong>
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				Darkness and depravity. In the court of the Demon Lord, through the screams and howls of the tortured and condemned, misery is all you can feel. Women of red-skin and matching eyes walk amongst the assembled court, pouring drink and carving meat, occasionally stopping to pleasure on of the assembled. In two long, rectangular tables sit demons and creatures of your wildest nightmares, from the hellish Nightmare Arachnids, to the more common imps, gargoyles and creatures of the night. And, sitting at a lavish table of obsidian and gold sits the one who calls this hellish display of reverie his own.<br><br>On his throne of bone, there sits a man. More then a man, yet also less then one as well. In a coat of silver and gold, long purple hair falling about his back, the man watches everything before him, smiling a fang-laced smirk. His guests seem to be enjoying themselves, that is always good. The damned and the fallen. The corrupt and the powerful. These are the ones he calls friend. One of the red-skinned women, this one wearing an extravagant headdress, approached the man with a large jug in her arms. "My Lord." She spoke softly, bowing. "More wine?" The man leaned back in his chair and gave the girl a once-over.<br><br>"Of course my dear." He answered, holding out his goblet. "Being summoned <em>there</em> always makes me thirsty." He had just returned from being summoned. To Heaven, of all places. He had left that place behind eons ago, and wasn't too hot to return anytime soon. 'Give up everything for everlasting serenity.' Fuck that. Serenity isn't going to protect yourself, or get you anything. Power will. And power he had in spades. It was true that being in the presence of the Lord on High did burn him, significantly, he knew the pain was always transitory. The girl poured the thick red liquid into his goblet, the man offering her a nod in return.<br><br>"Is there anything else I may do to aid you, My Lord?" The man was about to answer with a no, but then smiled as he had a thought. Looking at one of the tables, a man sat, an Incubus in his service. He was a trusted friend, and a good worker.<br><br>"Yes, actually." He nudged his head towards the Incubus. "Inform Baa'lethor that when he has finished with his feast, I would very much like to speak to him. Inform him the matter is not urgent, and he should come at his own convenience." The woman bowed, gave a quick 'yes, My Lord' and hurried to the assigned task. "It's not like they can ever win, anyways." He mused to himself, taking a sip of his wine. "Ooooh, yea... that's the stuff."
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 16:06:52</strong>
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				Stepping into his personal armory Antonius stops and surveys the room, each piece a reminder of all he has been through. Many of them gifts of the Lord for his service, all pristine and shining new for that was the skill of the smiths of heaven. No matter the damage once they were done with it one would swear it had never seen combat but only display stands.<br><br>Speaking of stands one is empty, one of his many swords, Antonius stepped up and touched the stand remembering why it was no longer there… many decades ago perhaps even a century or two before Antonius ascended to Archangel, one of his missions had brought him together with a mortal who had placed upon himself an angelic charge. To find and kill all demons in the Earth, during one of the final bouts that would complete his task Antonius was overwhelmed and would have been slain had this mortal not intervened. At the time Antonius had appeared only human to the man so it was not an act to gain favor but an act to help a fellow human. In the end he had truly saved Antonius’s life. In honor of such a deed Antonius revealed himself to the man showing that he was not alone in his fight and that heaven still cared. He also gave him a blessed sword, it appeared common to human eyes but that was its nature, upon speaking a word of power the sword blazed with holy light banishing the darkness and making once powerful demons fall like wheat to the blade.<br><br>He should call on this man thought Antonius, as the mere presence of the holy blade extended the man’s life he should still be around. Moving back to view his armory again Antonius began selecting the armor and weapons he would bring to this new challenge. As he selects his armor and weapons his hand absently falls upon a case.<br><br>Infinitely simple in design but exquisitely beautiful at the same time, it appears to be wood but is pearl white the grain shimmers like gold each corner capped in mirror finished silver same as the hinges and clasp. This case was his most prized possession in his armory it also held what he considered his most powerful weapon. Lifting the case’s lid the deep midnight blue velvet that lined the inside leapt out in stark contrast to the white of the case, reaching out he pulled away the silk cloth of the same color revealing an ancient sword. Unlike many of the others who chose to move past the fall and destroy the memories of it Antonius did not. This was his sword during the battle of the fall, it still bore all the scars and stains of that battle. He reached out and traced a few of the scars with his finger remembering clearly the faces that made them…<br><br>A revelation hit him, the fallen there in the throne room was not just any fallen he was once a close brother in arms they had trained together, in the beginnings of the uprising that split heaven they fought together in their Great Lord’s name but something changed in him. He rejected the Lord’s grace, he had ambushed their squad killing all but him but the wound was great both physically and mentally.<br><br>He knew now exactly what armor and weapons he was taking. Soon his battalion would arrive and then the wrath of the Lord would descend.
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				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 16:20:35</strong>
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				With a final flourish, Tiberius arced his blade over his head and into the chest of the demon.&nbsp; The demon, seemingly unharmed, managed one final smirk before seeing his chest erupt in holy light.&nbsp; He watched as the light devastated the demon, leaving only a pile of ash.&nbsp; He surveyed his surroundings; ashes swirling in the wind like a sandstorm.&nbsp; He looked towards Heaven and said a prayer the the Good Lord for helping him in all his battles.&nbsp; Suddenly, up in the sky, a lightning bolt streaked through the sky.&nbsp; To any human, it would seem an anomaly, but nothing more.&nbsp; Tiberius, however, knew something was wrong.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dear Good Lord,<br><br>As you know, I carry such a heavy burden for my mortal soul.&nbsp; Killing is not fun.&nbsp; It is not easy.&nbsp; I sense something is amiss and I am afraid war is on the way.&nbsp; I only ask of you one request.&nbsp; Use me."
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				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 16:39:12</strong>
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				The Demon Lord had excused himself from the festivities for a time, retreating to his personal armory. <em>So, it was a war heaven wanted, then?</em> He thought to himself, looking at the armor stand in the corner. <em>All they have to let me do is corrupt a few thousand mortals. Nothing more. Is that so hard to ask?</em> Running a hand across the armor, memories came back. Memories he'd hoped to keep shut away. Simpler times. Miserable times.<br><br>It was true. He had been an Angel at one point, and no simple one at that. He and the man who now called himself Archangel? They were once battle-brothers, friends forged in the heat of divine conflict. Until the War of the Fallen. Dozens of angels had forsaken their claim to heaven in search of power and, at first, he had questioned and chastized their choice. What was greater then Heaven? He had thought. Why forsake happiness?<br><br>Shaking the memories from his mind, his attention returned to the armor. It was of heavenly construction, made by the best smith there, for his body only. So powerful is the magic in the armor, that when his soul turned black, so did the plate. Black as sin with blood trim, the armor was more then practical, it was a status symbol. When this armor appeared on the battle, everyone knew who wore it. The combination of black and red on armor was forbidden across the Underworld, as the combination was the symbol of the Demon Lord, just as much as his own clothes were. On the sword rack behind the armor sat his once-heavenly sword, now tarnished with the blood of innocents. A long, thin, straight blade ended in a deformed hilt, looking of a face with wings, the face crying in despair as blood rolled from the hilt's eyes, vanishing upon hitting the floor. Putting a hand on her hilt, it seemed to sing in delight. "Worry not, my dear blade. Your tears shall be dried soon."<br><br>By the door stood another woman, this one wearing a long silver dress, bearly covering her chest. "Minixtra." He spoke to the woman, who bowed. "See to it that whatever able-bodied demon in the Underworld is armed and armored. There is a storm coming. One we cannot help but to weather. And pay special attention to that succubus, Glasya. Her particular... talents may prove useful to come." The woman bowed deep and took to the door, never speaking a word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 22:14:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Light, rays of light pierced through the window pane engulfing the bed of straws in which the human boy dreamt peaceful dreams of childhood. He came into this world a bit over seven years ago and soon it would be his brother’s birthday, when they would eat apple pie and play and laugh with other children from the village.&nbsp; As he lay asleep, silver strands of mist twirled into the air revealing slender white fingers gently caressing his cheek. <br><br>“Sleep well, human child.” The gentle whisper took form, little by little. First the hand, then an arm, a round pale shoulder, the delicate base line of the neck, a milky complexion, the gentle curving of the lips, almond shaped eyes .. “Zefiriel!” and everything disappeared in a cloud of smoke.&nbsp; <br><br>The cherubim revealed itself with a stern look on his face. Was this truly the angel Antonius spoke of? It took a few minutes of silence before another angel appeared in the room. This time the transformation was completed and Zefiriel looked back at the cherubim with her almond shaped eyes wide open. <br><br>“Are you the one they call Zefiriel?” the cherubim asked doubtful. <br>It took another few minutes before he got his reply.&nbsp; <br>“I am.” <br>“Our commander summons you. We shall go at once.” And the cherubim spread his magnificent wings and left the ground, beckoning her to follow. The angel called Zefiriel remained silent for a moment, looking up at him, facing the sun. Then spread her silver wings and followed, leaving the human child asleep on his bed of straws. <br><br>They flew for miles in a matter of minutes and all the while Zefiriel couldn’t think of anything else except the strange task ahead. Who was the commander he spoke of and what kind of business he could possibly have with someone like her? Zefiriel emotions heightened as she reached and passed layer after layer of Heaven, until her wings grew tired of flight, following the cherubim nearer the sun. It was only when they reached the war quarters that Zeifiriel understood where he was taking her and she gasped with admiration and fright. <br><br>“It cannot be” she whispered to herself and when her guide stopped in front of the columns she almost hit the ground while her wings gave in. <br><br>“I shall announce your presence to Lord Antonius” the cherubim declared and entered, leaving her to gaze upon the many faces carved in stone. They were beautiful, powerful faces of the warriors of light who had fallen long before her own existence came to be. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 00:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div>Baa'lethor roared with laughter, leaning one elbow back on the table as he and the other Incubi that had taken an interest watched one of the new arrivals to the realm squirming and writhing against the tangle of barbed wire that surrounded her. The barbs were tearing long, agonizing gashes in the girl's pale, pink flesh as she screamed and struggled, desperately trying to free herself from the bundle of wire and razor sharp edges.<br><br>"Go on now, love. You're almost there, swing your leg around the other to get it free. You're almost there." Baa'lethor laughed, tossing a grape from the table at the starving, bleeding woman which bounced off of her face to the delight of those that were watching. "Go on, we know you're hungry, come to the table and feast with us."<br><br>Taunting the poor girl further, Baa'lethor broke off a mutton joint from the table in front of him, locking eyes with the mortal for just a moment before sinking his teeth into the warm, moist flesh and letting the juices dribble down his chin. As expected, the sight of the food renewed the girl's struggles, which in turn only wound her up, more inextricably than ever in the Gordeon's Knot of barbed wire. The other demons had taken it upon themselves to take up throwing grapes at the suffering, starving girl, laughing harder when she tried in vain to catch them with her cut and bloodied lips.<br><br>Baa'lethor was producing heavy spores of "Mirth and Diversion", which smelled of mulled wine, tangerines and roasted duck.<br><br>"Sir..." The Red Skinned Imp woman said gently, lowering her head and gaze until her head was lower than Baa'lethor's, as was custom. "His Majesty Lord Xenolord, has requested an audience."<br><br>The demons around Baa'lethor turned their taunts in his direction. Being summoned by one of the Greater Lords was seldom a good thing for lesser demons like them, such summons were most often due to some indiscretion for which the Lord wanted the culprit to answer. It didn't help matters much that Baa'lethor's conscience was anything but clean. What could he have done to anger his direct superior? Suddenly Baa'lethor's attitude, visage and even his scent grew cold and cautious. The spores of "Nervous Compliance" smelled like fresh cut grass and burning oak.<br><br>Helpless to deny the command of one of his superiors, Baa'lethor tossed his half eaten mutton joint onto the floor, close to where the girl was beginning to lose consciousness from the pain and starvation, before rising to his feet. He gestured for the She-Imp to lead the way, which she did.<br><br>Passing through Great Halls and mere hallways alike, Baa'lethor was guided back to the Demon Lord's personal armory. Just outside the door, he spotted Minixtra, a mortal who had only spent a few decades in hell. She wasn't old or strong enough to be considered a demon, but she used her body to sate the lust of many demons, which had allowed her to gain a reputation, rumors of her ascention to the rank of Succubus were running rampant. Perhaps that was why he'd been called, as a mentor. It seemed naive to hope for such a thing.<br><br>Baa'lethor moved easily beside the mortal woman, letting his hand come to rest easily on her firm backside while he leaned against the opposite side of the door frame. He'd brought his goblet full of brandy with him to meet the Lord. If he was going to be punished and made to suffer, he wanted to be properly shitfaced for that.<br><br>"Glasya?" Baa'lethor asked abruptly as he arrived, flashing Minixtra a playful wink while he continued to fondle her rear. "I thought that it was Baa'lethor who you required, Your Majesty."<br><br>Baa'lethor's accent was British, which led most Demons to assume that he'd been British in his mortal life, but he wasn't convinced. The ancient Incubus remembered almost nothing of his mortal life, and he spoke the way that he did because to his ear, it sounded far more fluid and persuasive. When his life was threatened, however, the accent was the first thing that Baa'lethor lost.<br><br>"What can a humble incubus such as myself do for the Mighty and Brave Lord Xenolord?" Baa'lethor asked, flashing a faked confident smirk. He wasn't confident, not at all, but he was producing spores of "Enthralling Admiration", which made the whole room smell of incense, expensive cologne made from whale blubber and pine needles. In the taught silence that followed, Baa'lethor made more spores, concentrating the scent. "Go on now, love. Run along."<br><br>A light swat on Minixtra's ass sent her scurrying off to do as she'd been commanded, leaving Baa'lethor alone with Xenolord who seemed to be gearing up for warfare. A fact that did little to ease his worry. Baa'lethor was a lover, not a fighter. At least in situations where he was given a choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 03:45:03</strong>
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				Glasya languished within her private chambers, draped naked on her stomach atop her massive bed (http://homedesignset.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Elegant-Beautiful-Enignum-poster-bed-to-Transform-a-Bedroom-Into-Royal-Chamber.jpg), a rather delicious male knelt across the backs of her thighs as he delivered a massage upon her person. Soft sounds of delight were being forced from her, for he was managing to get all the right spots, just as she had ordered.&nbsp; But the ambiance the Succubus had worked to achieve was dashed as a barely audible clearing of a female throat broke through her reverie. Slowly her head would lift, almondesque eyes flashing rage at Minixtra as the diminutive human stood at the door, head down, fingers laced before her in a submissive state. Growling low, Glasya would wave a hand at the man atop her, dismissing him, easing herself upright with hands working through her raven curls, idly working free non-existent knots. “ Speak mortal. What was so important you had to ruin what was proving to be a most lovely time.” Taking a timid step within the room, the woman spoke softly the words given to her. <em> “ Mistress, Lord Xenolord bade me convey to all under his Reign to be armed and armored, and that your unique talents may prove useful in the future...”</em><br><br>Slender brow would loft even as she lifted herself from the bed, reaching to tie a slightly sheer red sarong around her form, knotting just to the side of firm globes, silent steps carrying her across the room and towards the human. Every move the Succubus made was one of a sensuous grace, from the delicate placing of her feet, to the sway of succulent hips. From the purse of rosebud lips, to the fall of her dark mane , tendrils kissing against full round breasts topped with tight nipples. Stopping before Minixtra, her head would tilt, surveying the girl slowly from head to toe. She would give a derisive sniff, speaking as she padded passed the girl, on her way to where Xenolord would surely be, with all this speak of 'arms and armor'. “ It's going to take more then spreading your thighs for lesser Demons to gain the rank of Succubus. Don't think being all sweet and demure will gain you anything. It's kill or be killed her girl...” She would lean in and brush her lips across the humans ear as she breezed passed, whispering her final word before continuing on her way. “ ...literally...” <br><br>Her laughter would fill the halls as she made her way to the Armory, the sound a mingling of mirth and derision, knowing full well that would be where Xenolord could be located. As she rounded the corner, her nostrils would flare as she caught a scent, and those exotic eyes would slowly narrow. Baa'lethor was here. Rounding the corner she would catch sight of him just at the door, and her jaw would clench. Fool. Silently she would make her way towards him, her voice coming forth in a dangerous purr and she rounded behind him to come to the other side of the portal. Her lithe form could just be noted beneath the fabric, a hint of curves, a tease of hardened rosy nipples straining against the material, a flash of shapely leg as the sarong parted with her movements. Leaning a shoulder against the doorway, her eyes would seek out Xenolord, even as she spoke to the Incubus. “ I should think you'd tone down the air freshener with our Lord,&nbsp; Baa'lethor. How weak of you to use such coercion. Save it for your human whores who are susceptible.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 05:51:36</strong>
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				The Demon Lord was just about to begin addressing Baa'lethor when Glasya entered, her usual haugty demeanor a mix of refreshing and frustrating to the demon named Xenolord. "Baa'lethor, Glasya. So glad you two could answer in haste." He stepped forward and looked over the two. The first was an Incubus, and the second a Succubus. Similar talents in a vastly different range of prey. "There is little time, so I will be brief. There is a war brewing between Heaven and Hell. Apparently, the Powers That Be dislike my treatment of the mortals, and would have all of Hell purged clean to begin anew. I do not believe I have to tell you how much this would soil my good mood. I just got this castle re-floored and re-painted. I would hate for my new improvements to be seen by only angels." Clearing his throat he continued.<br><br>"I know little details at the time, but Heaven has taken a liking to two mortals. I know little of <em>why</em> these two are so important, but as you may imagine, if they are important to angels, they are important to me. There is a male, and a female who are in question. Glasya, I want you to keep a very keen eye on the human named Reginald Carter. He is an... interesting character, liking to dress himself up in fancy and quite frankly ugly costumes. Baa'lethor, I wish for you to keep your eyes peeled to a woman named Noelle. She is an interesting person, a bit of quiet observer." He moved to a box at a table, picking it up. "Watch your charges, Mancubi." He muttered, using an archaic term for Succubi and Incubi together. "Watch them from a distance but do not, and I stress, DO NOT interact with them in any fashion. Strange people interacting with these interesting mortals will illicit interest in Heaven. And we don't want that." Opening the box, two small creatures closely resembling faeries fluttered out, bat wings on their backs and small demon horns on their heads, their bodies no bigger then Xenolord's thumb.<br><br>"You know of Daemonettes, yes? Messengers of the Underworld, and all. This is Pachiko and Pachino, twin Daemonettes who have sworn a life of servitude to me. I am, in turn, transferring their oath to you. They will serve you faithfully until either of your parish." Pachiko and Pachino flew out to the two, Pachiko perching on Baa'lethor's shoulder, and Pachino perching on Glasya's. "Use them to transfer messages to me, if your targets should do something interesting, or if they receive any holy guests." He held up a finger to the two. "Listen to this last instruction, very carefully, because my opinion of your mission's success lies solely upon how well you heed it. Under no circumstances shall you initiate any kind of conversation with your targets. Under no circumstances are you to get anywhere near them, and if an angel detects you, flee. Do not engage. I do not want this to come back on me. If you are caught, make up a story. You're demons. Do what you do best. Lie. Watch, but do not interact."<br><br>"Oh, and one last thing, Glasya. I know you are a powerful Succubi, probably the most potent one in Hell... but I like Minixtra. It would do you best to watch your tone with her. For me."<br><br>Crossing his arms and nodding, he asked one final question. "Any questions, Mancubi?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 17:05:33</strong>
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				<em>”Die.”</em><br><br>Shenovi could still recall the feel of cold steel piercing through his weakened body, the denied wish of a pactmaker who ended up slain before their time for power. A promising one that individual was, a man willing to give it all to become emperor; but now he was long gone from this world and sly Trumpeter was back from the dead. The landscape was much different from what he had remembered, but that was the thing with dying and reincarnating; although his was never from a birthing and growing process. He wondered how many ages had passed, though he didn’t recall such a strongly focused amount of raw energy in one area. Could it too be a reason he was brought within this unfamiliar kingdom, just as bare as a newborn comes into the world?<br><br>He made no habit to look over himself; plenty of others were doing of such the moment he entered the city at this time of day. Men stopped in the middle of their daily labor, a woodcutter dropping his axe, a blacksmith forgetting to cool his steaming blade. Women as well quickly covered their mouths, some quietly gossiping amongst one another, others shielding the eyes of their children when the poor youths would ask why the man was naked. “Don’t look at him child!” They whispered, spiriting the young away from the obscenity that made itself known within the town. The right was theirs to be taken back, anyone would at the sight of a pale skinned, bare man parading through their streets with the only thing concealing him were the random darken markings across his chest, arms, legs, lower back, and a smaller insignia just beneath one of his pink hued eyes.<br><br>When he entered the tavern, not a soul had a chance to form a ‘naked man enters the bar’ joke. The current nudist didn’t grant them the time or chance as his eyes quickly sweep through the ranks of lowlifes, nobles, and other common misfits and hierarchy. His target, a well dressed leader of a small band of equally mismatched thieves and ruffians. “Your clothes and jewelry.” Laughter followed, echoing within the tavern from the boldness Shenovi possessed. Most took him for a fool, others for dead. Not even the city guard turned an eye to the armed rogues that plagued the realm. There would be interference and not a one of the patrons would speak any different if the man got himself killed.<br><br>“Slice his c-” The leader didn’t have time to finish his sentence, a sudden movement came from the naked man, his hand striking out in an open palm, catching and shattering the bandit’s nose. His fingers hooking into the sides of the unguarded leader's face, body pivoting as he forced all his strength to throw the individual from his chair. Blood dribbled down the rouge's face, a louder thump sounding after the body collided against the floor, the chair breaking beneath the weight and impact of the crash.<br><br>“How unfortunate.” Cool and collected as always, there was no fear in the Trumpeter’s undertone. He had lived and died on many occasions,&nbsp; &nbsp;although his last life had left a valuable teaching experience. Passively he stood there as the remaining three thieves rose from their chairs, weapons drawn. They uttered out threats that didn’t phase the man, he honestly didn’t care who they were or who they may of represented. “Dead am I?” He continued coyly as he sidestepped the sudden thrusting of a dagger. His hand gripping his attacker’s wrist, pulling him on forwards while kicking the assailant’s feet out from underneath him to leave the poor thug clattering over a table. “Pathetic.”<br><br>“Shameless.” He mocked them each time one would go for an attack, nimbly evading and following up with a counter to send them sprawling over one another or an obstacle in the building. “Pitiful.” His naked body moved like water, dancing around the vertical descent of a longsword to catch his attacker in the back of the neck with the side of his hand. For them he wasn’t sure what was more humiliating on their part. Their boss with a bloodied nose watching his men be made imbeciles of by a naked stranger or them themselves being played with and made a mockery of by an unarmed combatant? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 20:44:06</strong>
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				"What shall we do with the drunken angel.. what shall we do with the drunken angel what shall we do with the drunken angel.. early in the mornings?"<br><br>Sang the white dressed woman, whistling softly, dual wielding an expertly crafted pair of mops, one greatmop for serious stains, one small mop to sweep in under the dirts coverage, attacking several dirt stains on the road with prowess before returning to her bucket. Seriously, one guy goes streaking the town, everybody stares and nobody looks out where they are looking and who had to take care of the results on the street? correct! Deva. Not that she did mind. cleaning was fun after all.<br><br>"Cuddle and snuggle her till she's sober, cuddle and snuggle her till she's sober" <br><br>She continued singing and cleaning, pondering shortly.. she didn't care about nude guys running around, but heard from a slightly confused woman something about markings on that nude guy. markings where interesting. Not tatoos mind you but markings. Everybody had tatoos but few had markings, markings ment something usually, apart from cattle, cattle was marked and that didn't mean that much, then again she could use a bit of milk thinking about it, however returning to the marks.. did that mean the man was owned? By whom.. or what, hmnn milk with honey. that's what she should get after cleaning duties. Perhaps she should follow the Nude man though, just to investgate those markings...<br><br>It couldn't be too hard, just follow the rumours and trail of confusion, and perhaps one or two guards that took heart to this problematic. <br><br>".. Early in the mornings.. Does anyone here have some warm milk with honey? yes? no? maybe?"<br><br>She looked around, getting more focused on the plan of investigating the current city streaker surplus and warm milk with honey deficit problem.. perhaps both where linked? After cleaning up the last stains of course!<br><br>"oooh put her in a hammock till she's sober.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 14:51:14</strong>
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				His armor selected and donned, Antonius took from the rack his newest sword, it was the mark of his station bestowed upon him when he was elevated to Archangel. It was exquisitely made as were all heaven's weapons. It was a hand and a half broadsword with the pummel of an angel silhouette wings pointed straight up above its head the grip was a fine leather dyed the beautiful deep blue that lined the case he had just looked in. The leather was further bound by a braided silver wire that wrapped from pummel to hilt. The hilt itself was also an angel silhouette, this one the head touched the grip its arms out wide and wings doing the same the wings acted as the guard the rest of the body made its way down the blade itself the angels were like the wire pure silver and shined in any light. The blade was simple, as it was straight and sharp. But the smith had seen fit to inlay the surface with veins of gold as though the angel had shot up from the tip leaving behind an etheral trail of gold wisps. Its scabbard was equally beautiful and hung from a gold chain that attached to his belt.<br><br>For the glamour and finery that was his weapon Antonius's armor was... underwhelming. It looked of base metal with no gilding or trim what so ever. However, once all pieces were placed and buckled faint runes could be seen glowing the light moving across the armor in a pattern. If one followed the pattern and knew the runes they would be able to read what it said, the were prayers of protection and strength written in the heavenly tongue. If the proper words were spoken the true strength of the armor would shine through.<br><br>Just then the cheribum appeared at the door, "My Lord, the angel Zefiriel is awaiting you outside the hall." Turning the cheribum "Thank you for bringing her, now, if you would be so kind as to escort her <strong>here</strong> that would be much better. We have little time as it is. What word do you have on the rest of my battalion?" The cheribum turned red as he realized what he had done, his distrust in the angel had led to him treating her as a lesser not fit to enter the hall, and his Lord had seen it. "Forgive me Lord, I second guessed..." "Do not worry, ever since the fall there have been seeds of doubt left in heaven. It is how we choose to face them that matters, you have chosen wisely." "Thank you Lord, the bulk of your men are here but a fwe of your captains are still far afield it may take some time for them to return." "Very well, go see to Zefiriel and we'll give the captains a few more hours, those who have not arrived by then will have to be redirected to Krum." As the Cheribum was leaving, "Hold a moment, give Zefiriel a short tour and perhaps a refreshment I need to speak with someone I shall return soon." With a quick bow of his head the cheribum left. Antonius turned and grabbed one final weapon from the armory attached it and went to his balcony. <br><br>He placed his helmet on his head spread his wings and leapt off the balcony and rocketed towards the Earth. There, he was still very distant but he knew the energy of his old sword well. Tucking his wings tighter Antonius dropped faster. Now he could see him, the human demonslayer, Tiberius. Tiberius's unique job has granted him a more precise sight and all things etheral are more substantial, Antonius pulled up and spread his wings to halt his descent, he had flown hard and fast his wings strained against the wind but he landed soundly though he kicked up quite the cloud of dust... or ash, Tiberius had been busy. "Tiberius!" Antonius called out, "Heaven is in need of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 18:12:49</strong>
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				Deep in meditation in his small, somewhat quaint, but still overstuffed with books study, he felt something was amiss. Their was something wriggling around in his mind, some niggling little thought-trail of something that he has forgotten, but by all rights, should be remembered.<br><br>The gentle flow of water tickled his ears with its melody. His study was home to a water clock (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_clock), a by no means new invention, but one which he was quite fond of, and proud to have. Where did he acquire it, he wondered? Possibly, from one of the many craftsmen that called this place home. Clearly, he did not remember because it was of no consequence.<br><br>Then, suddenly, it hit him. "Ah! An hour. An hour!" He suddenly exclaimed as he stood from his seat. "I mustn't be late for the debut." He rushed off to his dressing chambers, which also doubled as a costume storage (for his own personal attire), and, with the assistant of a middle-aged woman--one of his five man personal staff--he was quick to get himself into costume. <br><br>Dressed as some strange wandering monk, he wore what seemed like a basket on his head. However, thin slices in the basket over the face allowed him some degree of visibility.&nbsp; With plain, but heavy robes on, and wooden sandals, as well as several other religious paraphernalia, he was soon prepared, and on his way.<br><br>***<br><br>As he moved through the city, their were many who would stop, agape, at the strangely clad man. And it was to these good people that he would flourishingly bow to, and whom he'd inform that tonight was the night of a wondrous play at his theatre! "The Basket-headed Monk and The Viper's Daughter!" He would call it; one of his latest, some may later on say greatest, theatrical performances he has concocted. <br><br>***<br><br>His staff was eager and glad to see him arrive behind the curtains. Their were already a few guests coming into the theatre, mostly some of the upper crust, who were in the balcony seats (as befitting their station in life; above the rabble), and discussing amongst themselves the minutia of the day, or perhaps, the last play he had put on ("The Corpse Mask", a rather ghastly thing, by all accounts). Soon, that dozen or so would grow to be about five dozen. And that's not counting the poor who would climb onto buildings, holding to watch the performance from afar!<br><br>Their was much to do, much to do for them all, and the playwright and the players scurried and scampered about, performing their last minute preparations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 21:05:40</strong>
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				The cherubim returned after what seemed like forever even for an immortal being. <br><br>“Lord Antonius has been called for an important task. I wish to take you somewhere until he returns to explain why you were summoned here today. I believe this is your first time visiting the war quarters, is it not?” His smile was comforting, not condescending and there was a spark of pride in his eyes when he spoke.&nbsp; Zefiriel had no words in her answer, she only bowed her head lightly as a reply.&nbsp; It was indeed her first time in these parts of Heaven and the angels gathered in the hall were magnificent to look at, in their bright and beautiful armors. <br><br>As they passed the columns, they entered the Gates of Martyrs and found themselves in an open room where mirrors of different sizes hanged in the air. The room had no walls and the marble floor looked like a platform standing on clouds, surrounded only by the vast, blue horizon. <br><br>“This is where history is recorded.” The cherubim said guiding her passed the mirrors, “ Our history and Earth’s as well.&nbsp; It is important for you to know it in order to understand the link between these two worlds and the ties that bind us to the human soul. “<br><br>She chose a wide mirror with latin markings on the sides to look in. The crystal surface dragged her body within the mirror and she found herself standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down on the shore. There were roman soldiers fighting amongst eachother and right besides them Zefiriel could see a group of women watching them with horror in their eyes. They were all tied up with rotten ropes, some of the younger ones were clinging to their elders for protection. One girl was standing up, watching the men killing eachother, without a trace of emotion in her eyes. She was probably the most beautiful woman Zefiriel had ever seen and in that moment she understood the reason behind it all.&nbsp; The men were merciless with one another, like rabid dogs fighting over territory. One of them was especially skilled with the sword and he cut off a few heads in quick, swift movements. The angel couldn’t bear to see anymore. She closed her eyes and in an instand found herself back where harmony and peace reigned. <br><br>“That is just one of the many lessons humans have yet to learn.” The cherubim said sternly. “You may not have the time to experience every major lesson humanity has dealt with in the past centuries, therefore I recommend that you find a good historian to help you in your future mission.” <br><br>“My future mission?” <br><br>“Lord Antonius will explain everything, you only need patience.” <br><br>Zefiriel nodded and waited for her guide to make the next step. He took her back to the waiting hall with the assurance that she was allowed to enter the Gates anytime she would want to experience more events. Zefiriel was quiet and thoughtful, she felt like the cherubim was preparing her for something more important than she could ever hope for. Her gaze fell upon a feminine angel with golden hair.&nbsp; She didn’t look out of place in the war quarters like Zefiriel did, but she wasn’t wearing an armor like the rest of the angels who lived there.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 02:16:48</strong>
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				His blade a rush of Heavenly steel, his mind a blur, his body graceful and powerful from decades of practice.&nbsp; After his initial showdown with Grentath, an "adult" demon, he still had to deal with the demon's minions.&nbsp; Spawn after spawn fell before his blade, creating a layer of ash on the ground that was becoming inches thick.&nbsp; Saying a quick prayer, he jumped over a demon and hovered in mid-air for a moment.&nbsp; Then, with a shout, he soared down and sliced the demon in half.&nbsp; Upon landing, he knelt and said words of thanks to God, before turning and slicing into another demon.&nbsp; Holding his sword above his head, he uttered an ancient word of power, Fos, and his sword shone like the sun.&nbsp; Beams of holy light shot out and hit the thirty or so demons remaining, turning them into ash.&nbsp; Sheathing his sword, he turned, knelt, and started saying words of thanks and asking for healing from the wounds he had sustained.&nbsp; Finally, he stood and looked towards the sky.<br><br>Seeing a blur falling from the sky, Tiberius had no choice but to watch in awe as this angel of perfection rocketed towards him and hit the ground with a mighty crash. Through the ash and dust, he could make out the outline of a stunning Angel.&nbsp; As the image became clearer, he could see it was his old friend Antonius. As the angel rose, he could see the ash of his fallen enemies clinging to the heavenly armor.&nbsp; Raising his sword and shouting "Fos!" at the angel, his sword erupted in brilliant white light.&nbsp; The stunning cascade of heavenly splendor hit the Archangel's armor and split into all of the colors of the rainbow.&nbsp; Antonius, now ash free, beckoned him to Heaven.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 14:23:31</strong>
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				Streakers, wandering monks, and no warm milk with honey For Deva. where was the connection? There surely was one! Deva decided, after finishing her cleanup that is, and just to make sure she went out to get a broom. Not that she hadn't had enough brooms already but this one was different. It had an elaborate handle for easy gripping, and was proof for her insanity, at least if some paladin was to be believed. <br><br>But who trusts those guys anyways? She thought, while wandering the streets lazily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 16:34:26</strong>
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				Antonius smiled a little as Tiberius knocked away the ash. "Thank you for the dust off my friend. Wouls you care to make more ash?" Antonius stepped forward and offered his hand to shake, "I've been given a new task that if you choose to join us you will have barely time to clean your blade between killings. I would take you there myself but I have other preparations to complete first. Travel to the land of Krum fore that will be our battleground, but make haste once the players are set it will be shielded from all outsiders and you will not be able to enter. Once we're there I can tell you more but for now I must see to another important player in our fight."<br><br>Stepping back Antonius extended wings and with a great thrust launched himself into the air as he flew back to the gates of heaven he considered using his new gift of light travel (teleportation) but it wouldn't get him the whole way there and he could only muster it twice an Earth day... he never needed it before now and saw no reason to practice it now he wished he had. Thankfully the trip was one he'd made a thousand times and was not overly taxed by it. Arriving back at the balcony of his quarters he stopped a moment to gather himself, removing his helmet and placing it on a nearby table he left in search of his cheribum handservant and the angel Zefiriel. <br><br>He came around to the reception hall and saw a very innocent looking young angel seated by herself staring at the many statues, tapestries, and paintings that lined the walls. "Lady Zefiriel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 20:33:25</strong>
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				The whole place was like an art museum, only better lighted and without the crowd. The guardian angel was mesmerized by everything around her, including the other figures of light dressed in armors. <br><br>A powerful voice called out her name and Zefiriel’s gaze left the enchating figure of the blonde angel which caught her attention mere moments ago. She turned around and fell on one knee when she saw the one who stood in front of her, bright as the sun in his plain armor. <br>“My lord” she said softly and bowed her head. “It gives me great honor to be in your presence.”<br>The other angels welcomed their commander with thunder like voices, hitting the marble floor twice with their magnificent weapons. Zefiriel had never seen such natural discipline in the human armies. <br><br>She dared to raise her eyes to take a better look at him. In all her years of existence she had heard many stories about Heavens’s weaponsmaster, Antonius and she had always pictured him in her mind as a true hero. The Archangel didn’t fail her expectations with his statuesque build and controlled posture. The faint creases on his face spoke of duty and honor, while his voice was comforting without being too demanding. <br><br>“I know not for why you have summoned me.” she said hastily and stood up, “but he was kind enough to show me the archives”, Zefiriel pointed to the cherubim beside her “ and it was a very intense experience for me. It is my first time in the war quarters and I want to thank all of you for keeping us safe all the time.” That last sentence made her look down again at her toes, as if something really interesting was happening there.&nbsp; <br>Zefiriel didn’t know what exactly triggered the courage to speak in front of the warrior angels, but she knew it had to do with gratitude. Pure, simple, real gratitude for all of those who fought everyday to keep the world at peace and for those who have fallen doing so. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 21:09:13</strong>
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				<strong>ANTONIUS</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zefiriel, Anne<br><br>All the clamour was for him he thought, Antonius had to smile a little it was obvious that most were simply the members of his army but not his close companions or they would have known better. He looked to the young angel before him, she had initiated it all. "Please young one stand I am no better than you," looking up to address the rest, "Nor am I better than any of you we all serve our Great Lord faithfully and that is all that is required." Holding out an arm as escort to Zefiriel, "Come I would like us to speak in private, even in heaven some ears are not entirely pure." <br><br>With that he brought her to his office of state where many of his meetings were held. "Please take a seat." After giving her a moment to settle, "I asked you here to give warning, and to ask for help. A demonlord was in the throne room today and not just any but one of the fallen he seeks to take human souls to hell for what purpose only our nightmares may say but the place he chose to take them from is the place on Earth you call home for now. Our Lord granted him permissions to do so but only if myself and my own army were there to counter his persuasions. As it is either side can only whisper thoughts and desires into the ears of man and no direct contact should be made but it has become a war for the souls of Krum." <br><br>After letting this information sink in he continued, "What I need of you is this, upon your return to Krum show to me those whom you deem the most faithful and pure of heart, as I doubt after many centuries of watching man do horrid things in the name of religion that it's the local priesthood, and I will need a base of operations.<br><br>There are two humans amongst your charges, they are to be a sacrifice of sorts much like the Christ so many centuries ago. It was supposed to remain a secret but as I said earlier no longer are all ear in heaven pure. Hell knows of them already I would ask you to keep an eye on them since you are the guardain assigned that area it will not be suspicious. They are a Reginald Carter and Noelle I have no surname for the woman but you are likely to know them already. We shall discuss more details later our time draws near and I must assemble my troops for movement you may leave now or wait and travel with us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 22:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Kadence1.png)</div>Kadence leaned against the wall, a flirtatious smile pasted onto her face as she tried desperately not to react to the serious odor coming off the male looming over her. His arm rested against the wall over&nbsp; head while his belly protruded most offensively into her personal space but she did not complain. His beady little eyes kept dropping to her chest and the ample cleavage displayed there for just such a purpose. She felt sick to her stomach but not an ounce of her true feelings showed upon her face as her hands came to rest upon the man's chest. <br><br><strong>“Now now, what kind of lady would I be to give in so freely?”</strong> She batted her eye lashes, playing coy even while inwardly she rolled her eyes. Were all men this easy? What a bore. <strong>“A proper gentleman such as yourself should know how to treat a lady I would think.”</strong><br><br><em>“Aye lass. A proper man such as myself does indeed know and I will show you if you let me.”</em> He licked his lips, leaning in closer to stare further down the top of the damned dress she'd chosen. She usually dressed far more conservatively. Even sometimes opting to wear trousers rather than a skirt. She was looked at a bit oddly by those in town, but most knew her to be harmless enough and full of information, sometimes useful, other times not so much but always interesting.<br><br>The oaf of man had the audacity to paw at her! His stubbly little fingers groping and squeezing her breast hard enough to make her squeak. Seriously, if he hadn't been in possession of the particular text she wished to acquire, she'd have kneed him in the balls ages ago. His breath was rancid, his attire deplorable, and he was in sore need of a bath... like weeks ago. It was on her lips to tell him off—because book or no, his taking liberties was not okay—but she stopped herself. She just needed to get close to the book, that was it.<br><br>Before more undesired gropage could occur, thank the heavens, a trill of alarm sang through Kade's blood.&nbsp; A bit worried, she looked up just in time to see a naked man enter the tavern where she was currently in over her head. Something had told her this hadn't been a good idea but once she'd found out where the tome she'd been searching for weeks to locate had ended up, she hadn't been able to pass up the opportunity. How this porker of a “thief” had managed to secure it she didn't know but really the how mattered very little. All that mattered was he had it in his possession and was looking to sell it. She'd intended it to lift it off him after distracting him, having dolled herself up in a fashion guaranteed to suit his fancy. Unfortunately, Kade was no thief. Nor was she good a playing these sorts of games that men and women seemed to enjoy. She was much more the straight forward type, also, she was as yet, untouched by a man so there were more than a few obstacles in her path here. She could have just paid his asking price, she had the means to do so now, but to her way of thinking, the book was not rightfully his so there would be no harm in liberating it from an idiot would could not appreciate it. <br><br>The nude male seemed most intent on picking a fight, and after watching him make fools of his pals the man she'd been suffering under, toddled off to go and help. There was something most peculiar about the nude man... apart from his lack of clothes. He seemed, well, far too calm really. He made her blood run cold while something in her screamed to get away. Kade shook her self from her perusal of him, barely stifling a full blown shudder, and pushed herself to action. Whoever the nude man was, he had certainly done her a great service this day. She would have to thank him really... she glanced toward him deciding thanks from afar was good enough when bloodied yet another challenger, she did not need him noticing her. <br><br>Casual as one could be when fools were getting there behinds handed to them left and right by a nude stranger, Kade slipped over to the porky man's satchel and made quick work of lightening his load just a bit. No one was paying her the slightest bit of attention thankfully so it was easy enough to locate the item and get moving. Once she had the book in her hands she glanced around her then inched toward the kitchen. The front door just wasn't a safe option and she wanted out before the stranger grew bored with his antics. Hopefully there would be nothing to impede her progress. <strong>"Almost there, Kade. Almost there."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 01:10:01</strong>
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				Tiberius trudged onward, lamenting the fact he had not asked for any sort of blessing to guide him.&nbsp; The road to Krum was a dangerous one, filled with bandits and demons.&nbsp; However, after hours of walking, he finally reached the city of Krum.&nbsp; Entering the city limits, he walked into a bar and sat down.&nbsp; Seeing a girl in trouble, he got up, about to help her, when utter chaos broke out.&nbsp; A naked man had entered and had started fighting what he could only assume was the local gang.&nbsp; The man who was harassing the poor woman had gotten up to fight this naked man and had left her alone.&nbsp; He saw her grab something from the rude man's pack and head towards the door.&nbsp; Following her, he spoke up.<br><br>"Hey there, what's the rush?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 06:43:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baa'lethor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Xenolord, Glasya<br><br>Baa'lethor's upper lip curled back slightly as he recognized Glasya's voice, chiding him for his choice of smell. The incubus just shot her a salty glare over his shoulder as she came to join him in the doorway. He was just about to remind her that he always produced spores, just in variable concentrations when Xenolord began to explain the reason for their summons. It was poor manners to interrupt a Demon Lord when he was speaking.<br><br>It seemed that there was something of a struggle brewing in the mortal realm and Xenolord had selected them both to take part in the fight. There were targets which needed to be observed, but overall, discretion was the overall mission. At least it was as close as Xenolord had come to giving them any sort of clarity on the job.<br><br>It mattered not, when a powerful demon commands, the smart Incubus obeys. It wouldn't stop him from trying to gain the upper hand over Glasya. After Xenolord distributed his obnoxious little carry on daemonettes, Baa'lethor saw his chance.<br><br>"You must forgive jealous Glasya m'Lord, it's in her nature to be competitive and cruel to anything that she can't stroke between her legs. For this reason, your Lordship, I'd humbly request that you enable me as primary Hunter for this most vital task, so that I might better harness Glasya's abilities, while delicately avoiding her shortcomings." Baa'lethor smiled, wafting extra spores just to spite the Succubus. "Furthermore, access to the arcane library would enable both of us to better represent your interests in the mortal realm."<br><br>Baa'lethor grinned and flashed a cocky, sidelong glance at Glasya. What he didn't mention was that the same competitive fire burned in him as well, and he'd earned a reputation as a climber, while her ascent had leveled off some centuries ago. The facts that she was older and more etablished at court only served to make Baa'lethor want to pass by her more, and this task from Xenolord was his chance.<br><br>The first thing was to make sure that he looked good, but Baa'lethor wasn't above sabotage if it meant making Glasya look bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 09:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/HumanKing.jpg)</div><strong>Arkand - The Human King</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Arkand's shifted in his throne as the weight of his position made the reluctant king comfortable. Killer, Raider, Vagabond, all these names had been given to him many years ago, and at the time at least, he had hated them. However, he inwardly knew that he would take them all back, take all the scorn, just to be back in the saddle and, at the very least, wander the country side forever. Those days, were of course past him. Though he did occasionally take sojourns into the wilderness to the duress of his courtiers, he knew he had to do it to keep himself sane. But that wasn't the case at this moment. At this moment, he was stuck here in court, trying to make the best of his throne. It was grand and elegant, but was made to be imposing, not comfortable. Of course, it brought back thoughts of the outside.<br><br>His eyes shifted from the view of the window he had been looking at to a small horn that lay on a plaque, in a small corner of his throne room. It wasn't very large and it didn't stand out. Compared to the great trophies and weapons, gathered by his ancestors, most people over looked it. But he ordered it put there for his own benefit. He took few trophies in his lifetime, but that one, he wanted, mostly to remember. In his life before those 4 months that changed his life, he had only tangled with 4 demons, all of them lesser. They were hardly a match, despite being stronger than a normal person, and he was able to dispatch them like anyone else, using a blessed sword he had "Liberated" from a monastery&nbsp; that he had raided in one of his earlier campaigns. Despite that, just the mention of slaying a demon, no matter how weak, put him in a different light. Going into his last job, he had done his homework, studied the rumors and his own deductions to theorize his opponent. And with that knowledge at his fingertips, he was quickly able to deduce that this was, indeed, a strong and powerful demon, ranked possibly even as a small time general of sorts. He knew how challenging even the smallest of demons could be, so he had come prepared. More "Liberated" weapons, and of course his best troops beside him. <strong>"Kill them all"</strong> He spoke aloud, remembering his orders to his troops. It went as predicted. The demon and his minions were strong, and many of Arkand's best died horrible gruesome deaths, until finally he had to change his tactics, playing a hide and seek game over the period of a month, slowing taking out the demons one by one until they could take on the boss.<br><br>And said lord was, of course, on another level, and in the end, all but two and Arkand himself out of 100 were left. Yet the demon lay dead, and part of his horn was taken as a prize. And that would have been a great story to tell, a songworthy one, but what happened next... was worse, far worse. While 98 of his people died fighting a horrible death, his last two, who had survived even the attacks of the great demon, lost themselves with not even a whimper. 3 months of hell. Three months of something that made him rethink his situation in life, three months of...<br><br><em>"Your majesty... while I of course abhor to the wisdom of your orders, "Kill them all" is rather an odd choice to give for a group of peasants who wish to rename their village to honor you."</em><br><br>The voice of one of his courtiers shook Arkand out of his daydreams and made him realize how loud he had said "Kill them All". He sat up straighter, putting on his sternest voice and stared out at his court.<br><br>"Yes indeed, I agree. I was... distracted. No, tell them they may do as they please, and send each family two loaves of bread."<br><br>The Courtiers bowed to him and sent out his request, in which time he took to breathe a sigh of relief. Yes, he didn't enjoy this job, but.... he wanted to help.. But that was enough of this, too much of his time was spent in this hall today and he stood up, the entire court immediately bowing to him as he did so, causing him to almost roll his eyes.<br><br>"I need a small rest, I think I believe I will retire for the evening."<br><br>He quickly exited the throne room, heading to his own personal quarters and making sure the door was securely barred. With his eyes going to the window, he opened it, looking out at his favorite view, the one not over looking his kingdom, but the one over looking the untamed wilderness. Once again it brought back throughts of adventuring. Adventuring he would have to put on hold because of his responsibilities. Responsibilities that were important for him to-...<br><br>"Hell with it, I'm leaving for a few days."<br><br>With a flick of his wrist he threw his crown on the bed, grabbed his cloak and a small sword, exiting out the secret passage his father had taught him about as a child, entering the forest outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 15:33:58</strong>
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				<strong>”How drool.”</strong> They were all down, well the first small&nbsp; band of would be challengers and here Shenovi was expecting a bit more entertainment. He had hoped for a flashy fighter and could still remember his earlier foes in his last life who did have martial skill. This lot, they were tarnished, unsharpened, and hardly worth killing since he didn’t even break a sweat from his play. They wouldn’t even last a night in the land he had last hailed from, a shame truly. He was starting to feel a tinge of regret even of being here, sighing to himself as he moved to kneel down at the fallen, half conscious leader. <strong>”Tsk, tsk.”</strong> His voice sweetly hummed as hands skillfully moved along the other’s body, punching the poor fool when he struggle, silencing him with another smack when he was about to ask what Shenovi may be doing.<br><br><strong>”I told you, your clothes and jewelry.”</strong> He had indeed made it quite clear when he entered this tavern and now he was stirpping the leader of this gang of misfits. <em>”You have any idea who I am? The Redclaws will have your head!”</em> Shenovi had paid that idle threat no mind, his enemy had good taste in jewelry, silver shining about the Trumpeter’s neck as he fastened it on. An ebony, linen shirt was also fitted over his body, along with a matching pair of trousers. He wondered how they even came upon that name, none of the men worn anything of crimson worth, even their blades was just as dull and unimpressive as was the clothing they bore. The only difference was their leader, who had a leopard vest, something Shenovi soon enough deprived and took it upon himself in wearing. He was just in the middle of tying his new set of leather boots when he heard another’s approach.<br><br><em>”You return the boss’s goods and you might leave here alive.”</em> Obese, blind, and stupid, it wasn’t the best of combinations would could share when dealing with Shenovi. In fact, the once streaker had even paid the speaker no mind as he finished the last removal of fine jewelry from the now naked leader’s body. Silver rings, some crafted with obsidian hued gems fitted Shenovi’s fingers. His hand flexing before his pink eyes to examine his new fashion, it wasn’t too bad, but he would have dire need for piercings to go along with it. That was another bad thing about dying, he couldn’t take his last fashion statement with him in rebirth; but alas, he had other pressing matters to deal with as he calmly rose to his feet.<br><br><em>”Retu-”</em> The man quickly swallowed as those deadly pink eyes turned his way. The look Shenovi gave could grant a soul piercing impression as he stared through the would be, villainous-hero. He did enjoy these forms of shows, some ruffian or some gallant individual losing their speech when faced with a dangerous situation and who did they have to blame, but themselves? A single motion forced the porker to take a step back, and that was from Shenovi only motioning to face him. <strong>”Hmmm?”</strong> Brow quirked, his gaze turning questionable as he finally press onwards, towards the pathetic human.<br><br>He watched the poor man back away with every advancement, till finally the individual was clattering over a table and squealing on the floor. <em>”Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”</em> He whined and moaned. <em>”I was just kidding, I’ll give you lots of gold, you like gold right?”</em> The very thought made Shenovi smirk, though the look wasn’t one of yearning for wealth. No, he had a crueler expression daunting his smooth face, one of ill fortune for the oaf on the ground. <em>”No? What about women?”</em> The man continued to plead as he crawled away from the looming approach. <em>”I can get you whores, lots of whores.”</em> Another squeal exploded in the tavern when Shenovi’s hand fastened around the handle of a sword that had dropped on a random table.<br><br>His wrist flexed, the blade twirling about in the grasp of his hand. He was no amateur in weapon usage, although it was something he despised. Sometimes, however, just holding something can instill greater fear without it being used. <em>”N-n-no? I got something priceless. A valuable b-b-book. You seem like a reasonably intelligent man. Spare me and it is yours.”</em> He quickly moved his hands to his pouch, only to find it missing. At first he was at a lost, pawing here and there, before cold realization settled in. <em>”The whore took it!”</em> The theif’s eyes glancing about in the tavern, trying to pinpoint the woman, before pointing towards the back, noticing her about to slip away with someone following her. <br><br>The last thing that sounded was a cruel scream as Shenovi drove the cold metal of the sword through the obese man’s body, killing him on the spot. There wasn’t a twinge of guilt or sign of hesitation, usually he would ignore such people; although the thug had exhibit all signs of a worthless existence. To grant him life was a crime in itself. Bribery, cowardice, lack of proper dignity. If he fought or showed greater courage, than being reduce to this, than maybe Shenovi would have been somewhat forgivable. His palm loosening along the cold gold metallic grip of the sword’s handle. His body easily stepping over the deceased criminal’s, not even leaving a footprint as the blood slowly oozed from the victim’s body. Many of the patrons were already sobered and quickly stepping aside to allow the strange, foreign male to pass them. There were no other signs of weapons upon Shenovi’s body, but again he showed himself more than capable without them or finding what he needed to do his dirty business with. His destination an obvious one, through the crowd of frightened patrons and onwards towards the kitchen where the woman and her companion were intending their escape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 22:28:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Luis_royo_thefishingline.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Glasya<br>&nbsp;<strong>Title:</strong> Succubus<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Xenolord, Baa'lethor<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>Though her demeanor was the epitome of casual as Xenolord ticked off the duties he required of both she and the Incubus, within she was seething. Watch? She was simply supposed to watch, and send back reports? Since when had she been reduced to a mere errand Demon? Her head would turn as her chosen Daemonette settled upon her shoulder, purring at and chuffing the small thing beneath the chin with a delicate seeming fingertip, smiling as the little demon rubbed it's head against her cheek. Xenolord became stern with her, speaking about his little Pet.<br><br><em>"Oh, and one last thing, Glasya. I know you are a powerful Succubi, probably the most potent one in Hell... but I like Minixtra. It would do you best to watch your tone with her. For me."</em><br><br>Her head would dip in slight acquiescence to his order, offering what might be construed as a chagrined quirk of lush lips at her Lord, sultry timbre low and cool as she responded. “ But of course my Lord. I shall indeed.. watch my <em>tone</em>.”&nbsp; She would do as Xenolord asked. She would watch her tone. But that was all he had requested....<br><br>Baa'lethor began bleating, and turning his toothy smile in her direction, and she would merely lock gazes with him. Oh he was a delight, such cockiness in the new ones. He was out to rise much as she had, and though she grudgingly respected this, she could not allow it. Though she had to admit, only to herself of course, that playing the Game with the Incubus could have its.... enjoyments. Coughing in a slight manner, patting just above the rise of silk covered breasts with her hand, wrinkling her dainty nose at what must be an offensive odor( a dig at his extra spores) she would ease into a gently choked chuckle.<br><br>“ Oh my darling Baa'lethor. I can be competitive and cruel with anything, I assure you, if that is what is desired or needed to do my duty to my Lord. In the end, that is what matters most yes? Not our own... desires. You may Hunt as you wish, and peruse the Libraries as you wish. I do not need books to know about humanity. I have had much delicious practice already.” Offering the Incubus a wink she would turn her attention back to Xenolord, giving an inclination of her head towards him. “ I will begin straight away my Lord, as you command. Reginald Carter shall be watched. I will assume that I may toy with any I come across, as long as it doesn't interfere with the mission? I have heard that the young King is quite... amusing...” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 23:25:49</strong>
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				<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Tagged: Antonius, Deva</strong><br><br>“Demonlord..permission…war…Krum…faithful…sacrifice.”&nbsp; Zefiriel took mental notes like an honest pupil as the Archangel explained everything to her with patience, but with few details. At first she failed to realize the amplitude of their future task and the efforts she would have to make in order to fulfill her mission. By the time she had grasped the meaning behind his words, everything was already decided for her.&nbsp; <br><br>The glitter in her eyes revealed Zefiriel’s inner turmoil, a mix between fear of disappointing and excitement for this new adventure. She had never experienced a battle with the demons before or any kind of encounter for that matter so it had to be a mistake when he chose her to guard the designated sacrifices. Zefiriel’s first thought was to tell him that anyone else would be more suitable for this task, that she couldn't possibly “keep an eye” on anyone who was already targeted by demons. Yet she remained silent on the account of two important motives. The first one was that angels (by their nature) never had reasons to question the words, decisions or actions of their superiors. They simply followed orders with utmost faith and loyalty.<br><br>The second one was that she had already decided a long time ago to help humanity no matter the cost. If this meant that she had to protect a pure soul with everything she got, then so be it.<br><br>It didn't surprise her, however, that the Archangel asked her to choose from the land of Krum the best of souls who could help with this mission. Zefiriel wasn't much of a warrior, but she had a gift in seeing the brightest part of one’s soul (and also the brightest of souls.) Some considered her gift a weakness, for she often mistook that bright part as being the only part of one’s heart, thus failing to see the big picture.<br><br>The young angel knew it wasn't her place to play hero so she asked for help in return. She remembered what the cherubim had told her and decided to find a historian in Krum before she would meet any of the two souls chosen as sacrifice. It became clear to her that any human who wasn’t of divine origin had to evolve in order to fulfill a divine mission, and that someone had to teach him or her the basics, yet she had no idea where to start from. A historian on the other hand had this kind of information. The makings of a human hero were based on legend after all and legends were part of the past.<br>&nbsp;<br>“…you may leave now or wait and travel with us.” The Archangel concluded and Zefiriel had little time to reason with her mind upon the best course of action.<br><br>“I shall leave now from Krum," she stated. "I ask only that once I find these two humans, Reginald and Noelle,” - she repeated their names twice in her head, making sure to remember them correctly – “you send a guard or two besides myself to be in their presence all the time. I will try my best to protect them from rotten thoughts and induced ideas and I can surely teach them how to protect themselves, but I cannot keep them away from physical harm. “<br><br>Zefiriel knew that the Archangel had many things to do before his descension on Earth and little time to do them, so she left as quickly as she came, following her guide back to Krum. She departed the cherubim with a thankful bow of the head, but she regretted letting him leave the second she realized she didn’t ask for his name. <br><br>The street where she landed was in the capital city of Krum. And a busy little street it was, not fit for an angel to take human form at the moment. Zefiriel decided it was best that she stayed in her etheral form for a while, at least until a safe place would be found. She was floating down the streets hoping to get some idea from where to start her search when she happened upon a curious being holding a broom in her hands. By the looks of it, she was an angel, but Zefiriel couldn’t be sure because angels rarely carried brooms with them. <em>There is only one way to find out,</em> she thought and approached the red headed being. <br><br>“Good day!” she said waving her hand, just in front of Deva’s blue eyes. “Can you see me?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 00:16:00</strong>
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				<strong>Xenolord; Archlord of the Underworld</strong><br><strong>Tagged with: Baa'lethor, Glasya</strong><br><br>Xenolord watched the immature bantering between the Mancubi, shaking his head. "You two..." He cracked his knuckles before answering. "Your request is granted, Baa'lethor. I respect your dedication to not only your job, but to me as well. Access to the Arcane Archives is also granted. If you discover anything that will aid either myself or Glasya, do not hesitate to inform her, or me."&nbsp; He turned to Glasya next.<br><br>"As long as your... toying... neither interferes or is in counter-interest to your job, then you may. Be wary if you so decide to 'toy' with the young king. Earth must remain as oblivious to our meddlings as possible. Other then that, I can expect you both to fulfil both of your duties as specified, and use your own discretion on extra-curricular activities."<br><br>"Now, if you would both be so kind as to go ABOUT said duties, I have things I must attend to." He clapped twice, Minixtra appearing in the door way.<br><br>"You called, Master?"<br><br>"Yes, my dear. Fetch the Generals. I have need of their council."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 14:33:51</strong>
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				<strong>Antonius-archangel</strong><br><strong>tagged:</strong> Zefiriel, angelic host<br><br>At her request for extra assistance Antonius responded, "There will ever be at least four angels nearby the two just in case but as I said you are assigned to the area and have been for several generations, you can be close to them and not be out of place. All you need be is eyes when it comes to physical demands call on the others for that." <br><br>Nodding to her leaving once she is out the door he leaves himself, motioning for one of the sentries, "Go to my generals tell them to assemble on the parade grounds we leave soon." With a sharp salute the angel takes off with haste. Returning to his study Antonius grabs a few scrolls, they held the rosters of his army as well as the specialities of each member these he would need for proper placement once down on Krum. Battle horns could be heard sounding, summoning his men to the field. <br><br>While the grounds were built just below his balcony he did not feel right simply speaking to his men from there, it was impersonal and detached. As he stepped to the balcony the last of his men were taking formation. As he placed his hands on the railing a new horn rang out it held a distinct peel to it that designated Antonius's horn used to annouce his arrival. The field could be seen snapping to attention and saluting.<br><br>"Be at ease my brothers and sisters!" There was a slight sihft in the body's demenour but the formations still held tight. "We have been all been given a great task this day," as he finished that sentence he leapted off the balcony and began to fly over his troops, near enough to see each face. "Hell has requested to assualt a human city to try and capture thier souls, we have been charged to counter them. You may not interact with the humans themselves unless absolutely necessary, but as for the demons... let the blood flow!" This illicitted a short burst of hoots and cheers. "We travel to the human land of Krum where we shall establish a base and from there I will instruct your commanders further and they shall pass it on to you." Returning to the front of the assembly he draws his blade of the archangel thrusting it into the sky all recite the short creed of the battalion, "Contego sanctus vita!" Two things happened then, the army gave a final snap to attention and salute before lifting off and Antonius's armor flared like the sun. <br><br>Gauntlets that were once smooth and a dull base metal gray were now gold with many sharp edges, the fingertips now tapered to a point like claws, each plate segment cover his fingers changed elongating a little creating points at the end of each, the plate that covered the top of his hand grew points as well over each knuckle. The forearm plates became thicker and grew ridges that also came to a point but the most defining part was below the elbow, the new ridge grew out past it becoming a four inch spike. While the rest of the arms and torso had no physical changes the color did change from the gauntlets started a burst of gold which flowed up the arms and onto the torso, however, once it had reached the pauldrons it seemed to fade but it was only that a pattern started to appear, that of thorn vines arching and swirling and crossing under and over themselves. The boots had changed to much in the same manner as the gauntlets, the toe became pointed each plate segment elongating to more pronounced edges, the shin plates thickened one ridge going straight up the center to cover the knee and creating another spike at the knee. The same gold patterns on teh arms ran up the rest of the legs all converging in the torso. His helmet changed too, the opening that once allowed other to see his mouth closed now all that could be seen were his eyes. The golden vines traced all over the helmet too, the plume ridge became more ornate with the vine designs rising off the surface of the metal, the brow piece to grew and the vines popped from its surface as well. The brow piece grew points much like other pieces but these were thicker and more blunt and it then ran all the way around the head appearing as a crown almost. The plume ridge sprouted hairs long and sturdy as though starched to stand up right (think roman centurian for plume ref.) The hairs were a deep red almost burgandy color. Plates too appeared across the tops of his wings as protection for the great muscles beneath.<br><br>He joined his army taking the lead and descending to Earth and the small land of Krum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 21:27:35</strong>
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				<strong>Deva, the fluffy one<br>tagged:</strong> Zefiriel (I took a moment to respond to decide if I could see her or not!)<br><br>poke. Poke poke poke the etheral thing. "hihihihi" poke poke, can't get enough of poking the etheral form "Kinda really blurry, but shhh. Can't talk to myself on the streets, enough people think me crazy anyway"<br><br>she said, not to mention that she kept poking thin air for the observers, scuttling to a side street, if followed she'd peek around, needing a second or two to locate you.. not a true angel but..<br><br>"Ah there you areeee hello! I'm Deva!" she commented, eying you "You so blurry! hard to see!" she complained again "Do you have some milk with honey for me? I want some." She said, twirling her broom, resting on it, trying to poke your etheral form again for fun.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 01:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Kadence1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kadence Hewitt<br><strong>Title:</strong> Historian / Fledgling Adventurer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Shenovi<hr><br>Kade had thought she was home free but of course that was usually the point when you realized you were not in the clear at all. Hearing someone speak up behind her, she spun, the book disappearing into the folds of her skirt. She had a pocket hidden there and though the motion wasn't the smoothest, her over all nervousness helped disguise it. <br><br><em>"Hey there, what's the rush?" </em><br><br>Her brows rose as she took in the male that had spoken, her eyes shining with purely feminine appreciation for the barest of moments. <strong>“What's the rush? Are you serious?”</strong> Her tone wasn't exactly polite but the back of her neck was itching something fierce and her hair was standing on end. She took a step closer to the male and whispered fiercely,<strong> “There is a naked man dispatching the local ruffians bare handed without flinching and you want to know what the rush is about?!”</strong> She eyed him incredulously, <strong>“I dunno about you but I would like to survive today. I've got... things to do.”</strong><br><br>A particular scream turned Kade's head before she could stop herself. Horror filled her as she spotted the rotund thief’s death at the hands of the strange pink eyed man. <strong>“Holy... “</strong> Her chest heaved and she turned back toward the pretty but delusional man. <strong>“Look. I gotta run. Perhaps I shall see you around... if you survive.”</strong> She whirled, her skirts fanning outward for a moment before she took off to the kitchen, pushing her way through the door. <br><br>She didn't glance back to see if anyone was following her, all she knew was that she needed to get away from the strange naked guy and to relative safety. She had no weapons on her but a slim dagger tucked into a garter and judging by the way he had dispatched those lowlifes back there, her dagger would never touch him. Funny thing was, she had no reason to think that the male would pursue her out of all the partons in the tavern but something in her screamed to keep moving. She wove her way through the kitchen to the back door and prayed she would make it out before that pink eyed... thing came for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 20:28:48</strong>
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				<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Tagged: Deva<br>Location and time: a street near the theatre, daytime</strong><br><br>The blue eyed girl was truly a mystery. She had the scent of a human, yet the aura of an angel and her electromagnetic field was strange, it flowed in irregular patterns around her. <em>She</em> was strange also. Her slender finger kept poking the air in the area&nbsp; where Zefiriel’s particles were spread and the angel couldn’t help but laugh like a child. Zefiriel knew then that she liked this girl, no matter what she was. <br><br>“Deva.” Zefiriel spoke the name out loud circling the girl. It sounded like a tune of bells ringing to anyone who was nearby. This showed that there was also harmony between the two souls in spite of Deva’s chaotical energy. <br><br><em>"You so blurry! hard to see!" she complained again "Do you have some milk with honey for me? I want some." </em> she said while her broomstick pierced the place were Zefiriel’s liver would have been. <br><br>“Oh…I know a place where there’s a river of honey and another one of milk.” bells were ringing again and people stopped to stare at the girl who was waving her broom and talking to herself, thinking it must be part of a street show.&nbsp; “You can reach it yourself, but only if you behave”, Zefiriel explained motherly.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; She was indeed happy that Deva was able to see her in this form.&nbsp; Although strange and unpredictable, this girl had a pure soul, something that Zefiriel was looking for. The girl had yet to prove her strength and determination to fight for the good side. Zefiriel knew that it was probably the time to make a decision, whether to pursue Deva and slowly drag her into this fight or to leave her alone, hoping that some day after all of this was over, they would meet again and become friends.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come one, come all! Gather around, you must see the show!”&nbsp; <br>Before Zefiriel could decide anything, an old man in rags shouted on the other side of the street, just in front of them. The group of people who was staring at Deva turned around, most probably thinking that they were in this together.&nbsp; <br>The old man had a powerful, trained voice that didn’t match with his fragile constitution and unexpected makeup, but he stood with his back straight and it was obvious that he had enough energy to stand for hours shouting his verses. <br><br>“You won’t get enough<br>of this story I have<br>with adventure and glee,<br>with places to see.<br>And if you have seen<br>the places we’ve been<br>where horror and fright<br>can bring you delight,<br>then surely you’ll come<br>to witness this one!”<br><br>There was a “boom!” in the air and the old man unwrapped a painted cloth that hanged from his right hand. <br>"The Basket-headed Monk and The Viper's Daughter!" it spelled and beneath it with smaller letters there was the address of the nearby theatre and the name of the patron. <br>The old man winked at Deva&nbsp; and blew a kiss at her from the top of his wrinkled painted lips. For a moment Zefiriel thought he winked at her before realizing that she was just in front of the girl. It took her quite some time to recover her concentration and it was then that she saw the name written on the cloth: Reginald Carter. Two seconds later, the old man started to wave it in front of the other passangers, inviting them to see the play.<br><br>“Oh my!” she sighed and bells rang again, louder this time.“This can't be a coincidence.” She followed the old man in a trance, pondering and asking herself what was the next step to take when she would meet this Reginald fellow. If he was the chosen sacrifice…what would she say…if he wasn’t…what would she do?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>She turned around and beckoned Deva to follow, not thinking that this wasn’t probably in the girl’s best interest. Fortunately, the old man was now interested in showing his cloth to as many people as possible, drawing everyone’s attention in a lot of strange fashions. This amused Zefiriel greatly, but her amusement came to a swift end when the old man pulled up his rags, exposing his bare backside to a group of teenagers who was eagerly mocking him.<br>She followed him with her hand close to her eyes, just in case he decided to pull another full moon again, until his rounds were over and he came back to the theatre. <br><br>Creaks, buzzes and drilling sounds came from the impressive building along with fragments of music, lines being rehearsed out loud and chattering. The bustle was a natural consequence of the preparations made for the announced play and Zefiriel’s eyes widened with awe. It was her first time in a theatre. Little did she know what a “play” was supposed to be, human entertainment didn’t appeal much to her before when there were crops to be taken care of and plants to grow in order to stop hunger. <br><br>There where a lot of people bustling about inside, dressed in various fashions, some full of makeup, others half naked. Everything called out to her like a charm and before she realized it, Zefiriel was already laughing with excitement, letting bells ring again, their tune covered by the general noise. <br>She turned back, standing near the entrance and looked down the street to see if Deva was coming to see this amazing event which she felt the need to share. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 23:42:32</strong>
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				<strong>Deva, the fluffomancer<br>Tagged: Zefiriel<br>Street near the theatre, 99.98 Trilion years before the end of the Universe, unless some idiot messes with physics.</strong><br><br>nodnodnod "Deva! and who are youuu?" she commented,&nbsp; trying to keep up with your swirling until she seemed slightly dizzy, shaking her head, her oversized hat bobbing up and down slightly<br><br>"Oooh! combine both rivers" she commented, while you might feel a warm radiation emanating from that holy broom you just passed through,&nbsp; while she hesitated&nbsp; "wait, a river out of honey"seems thoughtful&nbsp; "how does that work? Must have rather nasty currents that something like that can actually flow" ponders "Also, wouldn't there be swarms of ants around that river? Nu uh! Don't want to reach it. Don't like ants biting on poor Deva. .. also don't like behaving! nyah!"bounces a bit on the spot, then tilts her head, somewhat happy for the distraction.<br><br>"oooh it's a bard." peeks at the man, rubs nose, then at the gesture she followed. She would have followed either way! This was interesting.<br><br>Deva scuttled after the floating ghostly.. something. still not entirely sure what it was but it seemed fun, not as much fun as that old bard dude at least. She twirled her broom a bit, hoping to sneak into the theatre without having to pay anything, as cleaning personell, peeking around, seemingly far less impressed then Zefiriel, thinking about..<br><br>"mashed potatoes. Do you have a river of mashed potatoes as well?" she asked, while attempting to avoid being in the way of too many of the passingby actors in preparation.. as well as brushing the ground a bit innocently, then opposed to her innocence immediatly followed up with the question<br>"so what can't be a coincidence? Milk and honey shortage, streakers, old monks, floating bellwomen or this theatre thing? Really, of all the things a theatre show is the least weird today." <br><br>she looked at a man eyeing her strangely for 'Talking to herself' "... need to study my role! I'm The Archangel of Joy! Remember, there's a river of milk and honey in heaven, well actually both are seperated and i wouldn't recommend honey as there are ants but if you behave you get to there. Also if you Beehive, cause where else would the honey come from?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 15:14:19</strong>
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				<strong>Reginald Carter, The Sacrificial Playwright<br>Tagged: No one<br>Time/location: Reginald's Theatre, dusk, leading into night.</strong><br><br>The cast and crew bustled and moved in what, at first glance, would seem like a chaotic, fluttering fashion; however, the more astute observers would see a certain ebb and flow to it all.&nbsp; The strange man with a basket on his head seemed to be sitting down, and just chilling out while the others worked; in truth, he was just going over his lines in his head again.<br><br>Their were a few men that were working to set up a painted mural along the back of the stage. This was not unheard of; he often sunk a tremendous amount of money into his plays, to make them as beautiful as he could. This first scene that was up gave the impression of&nbsp; busy street, while off in the distance, a tranquil, tree-shrouded, small temple or shrine of some sort could be seen. <br><br>As more people began to fill up in the place, the rich, red curtains would quickly be drawn across the stage.&nbsp; Not more then ten minutes later, that curtain would be raised, right on schedule, to unveil the first scene of the play. Their was no foreword from Sir Carter, or any big to-do about it; they just launched right into the play when the water-clock in the dressing room said it was time to.<br><br>***<br><br>Wall sconces lit the theatre adequately, though it was somewhat dark in the seated areas themselves. The stage, however, remains curiously brightly lit, from hanging candelabra above (these are not visible from anywhere but up on the stage).<br><br>The first part of the play seems to progress quite slowly. The titular basket-headed monk seemed to be a well meaning but bumbling buffoon that could never quite do anything right. The play really shows signs of being a situational comedy, really. <br><br>Something that may, perhaps, be of note, to some, is the fact that while other characters that show up in the play, even those characters who have one or two spoken lines might have a name, while the main character is almost always referred to as "That basket-headed monk!" in an exasperated tone of voice. <br><br>Their was one other, thus far nameless character, to show up during this first act. A woman (and a genuine one at that; Reginald did the unthinkable by hiring actresses), clearly of noble lineage (at-least in the play), with her beautifully make-up'd face, rich elegant clothes in shades of royal blue and purple. <br><br>"Excuse, me, miss..! I am seeking donations for my humble temple." The basket-headed monk would beseech this cold looking woman, with her upturned nose, and slightly spiteful, disdainful expression (most certainly meant to mock the churlish nobility of the city). However, the woman would advance without so much as breaking her pace or looking towards the beggar. <br><br>As the curtains began to fall back down, the scene would come to an end with the basket-headed monk making a loud sigh, which was just barely audible even in the back row, thanks to the acoustically designed theatre. <br><br>A man--definitely not Reginald-- would come out in front of the red curtains, on the stage, and perform an elaborate, flourishing bow to all. He wore an all white suit and pants, and a 'blank', featureless, white porcelain mask.<br><br>&nbsp;In a cool, crisp voice, he would speak. "On behalf of the entire cast and crew, I would like to thank you all for your attendance on this evening. We will now have a five minute intermission, while the second act is prepared for your enjoyment." This would be followed by another bow, of equal elegance to the first, before he would depart to back behind the stage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 15:15:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i871.photobucket.com/albums/ab277/sag4ever70/anime/Spike-buffy-the-vampire-slayer-9634.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tiberius<br><strong>Title:</strong> Demon Slayer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chasing Kade<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kadence, Shenovi<hr><br><br>Tiberius was slightly dazed at first.&nbsp; This woman was much more attractive than he had first realized.&nbsp; After being verbally berated for his, admittedly, stupid choice of words, the young female proceeded to twirl her skirt around her and march out of the kitchen.&nbsp; Taking a quick peek around him, he saw the naked man had acquired some new clothes and was wearing far too much jewelry.&nbsp; He saw the formerly-naked-man pick up a sword and viciously carve into the putrid man who had been harassing the fine woman who had just left.&nbsp; <br><br>Spinning around, he started weighing his odds.&nbsp; He knew nothing about this man who had gone on a slaughter-spree, and he didn't know if he could take him in a one-on-one fight.&nbsp; He wasn't unsure of his abilities, so much as wary.&nbsp; Death held a real price, even for someone like him.&nbsp; Turning on his heels, he pulled his hood over his head and started following the strange girl with something to hide.&nbsp; On his way out of the kitchen, he grabbed a sturdy piece of pipe someone had left “laying around”.&nbsp; With a swift wrench of his arm, the pipe came free of the wall.&nbsp; Closing the door behind him, he proceeded to bar the back doors to the bar, saying a quick prayer of fortitude on the pipe.&nbsp; All he could do now was hope that God was listening and decided to help him out.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon finishing his barricade, he turned and caught up with the strange girl. Staying half a step behind her, he looked her up and down.&nbsp; Cute.&nbsp; Not horribly sexy; not in that frumpy old dress, but Tiberius knew there was a reason for it.&nbsp; Nobody wore clothes like that anymore; not if they could help it.&nbsp; No, there must be a reason.&nbsp; Lots of room in there for...something.&nbsp; But what?&nbsp; Circling around in front of her, he proceeded to match her pace by walking backwards.<br><br>“Hey now, you aren’t going to lose me that quickly,” he said, flashing a massive grin.&nbsp; “My name’s Tiberius.&nbsp; I heard what that buffoon said in there.&nbsp; You stole something from him.&nbsp; Stealing is wrong.&nbsp; Hand it over, now.”&nbsp; Tiberius’ face got hard and he held out his hand and stopped her in her tracks.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had toyed with people, especially one so pretty.&nbsp; This was going to be quite fun.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 20:08:05</strong>
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				The little whispering imps were the first to notice. Always fearful of, well everything but humans, they sensed the coming of the host well before anyone else. They didn’t matter much anyway, their task was to whisper simple ideations in the ears of man but most didn’t have the power to make the words stick. Their masters were of more interest but they were few and hid in all the dark places. They would’ve been told by their minions what was coming. This land was not important enough in the schemes of the world to warrant any substantial resources from hell, any resistance found before the demon-lord arrived would be a pittance. <br><br>It was just after nightfall the host had the option to become seen and while it would have been impressive they were not supposed to alert the humans of their presence and thus stayed ethereal. All landed on different rooftops of the city and looked out upon their new battlefield. Their presence alone, such a high concentration of heavenly beings brought a peace with it, many arguments slowly dissipated crying children calmed, even the stray dogs in the street quieted. All seemed to right itself, this was the glory of the heavens, a peace that surpassed all transgressions.&nbsp; Antonius himself perched upon the highest pinnacle of the city’s church his armor glimmering in the moonlight. His visage eerie, yet awe inspiring to those who could see him. As an Archangel of heaven to be anything less was impossible. <br><br>It will be here in the chapel that he would make his command quarters until Zefiriel returned with a more suitable option. Being ethereal on Earth had its benefits as he allowed himself to sink through the roof of the chapel and into its main sanctuary. He was pleased to find a priest there at prayers. But as he listened it became obvious that this man had lost his faith. His prayers were empty, hollow, as though he was simply fulfilling an obligation.<br>This would not do. Touching the floor Antonius moved in front of the man. Renew your faith brother. Your flock is in need of its shepherd. The priest jumped, falling backward and landing on his bottom. “Who, wh… who is there? Who said that?” Shaking his head Antonius continued, Brother what has happened to your faith that you do not recognize when heaven speaks to you? Standing now the priest has regained most of his composure, “Please show yourself that I may know I’m not mad and speaking to shadows.” His faith was poor indeed if he needed physical proof. It did not break the rules to show himself to a priest it would not alter the outcome of this he thought. Antonius blinked as it only took a thought to appear to the man. Now do you believe priest? You are supposed to be teaching the people to increase their faith but you have already lost yours. Shocked and overwhelmed the poor man fell over again, then crawling forward into a kneeling/bowing position, “Forgive my lack of faith! I do as the church commands but there is so little return from it has made me doubt.” There is your first mistake. “W-what?” The church was created by man and is therefore flawed. You are learned and can read the holy texts. Do as they say first, then if it agrees with the texts do as the church says. “O-of course my Lord. But where do I begin?” At the beginning of course. But you must be vigilant, as I said your flock is soon be under attack. There will be help here but we are not permitted to interact with them like you are. Fulfill your oaths to the Great Lord and never lose faith. With that Antonius disappeared from the priest’s sight. He continued to watch him the rest of the night when he wasn’t meeting with his captains and placing his men to cover the city proper and the outlying village.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 23:51:37</strong>
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				<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: the theatre<br>Tagged: Deva and Reginald<br></strong><br><br>Deva came in shortly after, her erratic personality making her look like she was part of the troupe already. She was truly a force to be reckoned with, they were in a theatre in the middle of the last preparations and she was already in the center of attention.<br>&nbsp;<br>The man who was staring at her mere moments ago gave her a broad smile and went about his business, while Zefiriel was still searching the place, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. On the other side of the room she could see the red curtain draped down like a velvet wall and she passed through it only to end up in front of a crowd. People filled the darkened room, most of them were waiting patiently while others were still chatting with eagerness. The curtains were raised and Zefiriel turned back to see what was happening. Where a few minutes ago there was only bustle and chaos she could see now a perfect display of order and beauty.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Enchanted by the loud citations and devoted dramatical gestures, she stepped back to take a closer look at the events which slowly started to unfold in front of her. At first she couldn't understand why nobody from the audience cared to help the beggar who was asking charity from the uncaring woman. Nor could she believe how still they remained when the men was clearly in need of help, their reactions being limited to sighs or gasps and laughter. <br>&nbsp;<br>She felt her senses intensify at the point of something similar to anger when a men all dressed in white, wearing a porcelain mask, declared that some sort of break will take place, then a second event will begin for their entertainment. <br><em>“If humans enjoy another’s misery this much, then there’s truly little hope for them” </em> she thought, letting her motivation on finding the sacrifice to grow stronger. Then she saw a little boy pestering his father to go and help the beggar and she drew closer to them without hesitation.<br><br>“You got it all wrong, Mattie” the man laughed and poked his son’s little nose with fondness “they’re just playing pretend. You know, like when you play pirates with Jack and Thomas.” <br>Zefiriel finally grasped the meaning behind a stage play and she was glad that it happened before she would have made a fool of herself in front of her companions… <br><br>“Lord Antonius!” she shouted remembering that the Archangel asked her to find a good place for his quarters before the descent of his troops. The theatre was a rather impressive building, but it was already occupied by a group of people and there was no space left unused. However, she came upon a deserted house while chasing the old man on the streets and the place was far from any important market or any other place people might gather. <br><br>&nbsp; Zefiriel called upon one of the city’s guardian angels to deliver a message to Antonius. The angel knew Jeron like the palm of his hand, so there was no effort on his part to find a member of the Archangel’s troops and spread the word that Zefiriel was waiting at the local theatre. <br>She then returned inside to watch the rest of the play when she heard someone calling “Sir Carter” with haste. Zefiriel searched the theatre until she found Deva and after circling her two or three times to get her attention, she asked her to come where the aforementioned Sir Carter was enjoying the break. <br><br>“Ask for the patron!” she said rather desperate and bells rang in Deva’s ears in a high tone. “When they take you to him, ask for his name and if it’s Reginald Carter tell him….tell him that someone big sent you to find him.” <br><br><em>At least that part of the story is true</em> Zefiriel thought as she tried in vain to push Deva forward, forgetting that it was already after sunset and she couldn't take physical form anymore.&nbsp; “Tell him that you have a maid for hire!” she said hastily “you’re part of the cleaning service, so that wouldn’t count as a lie.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 01:48:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baa'lethor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Xenolord, Glasya, Kadence, Tiberious<br><strong>Location/time:</strong> Hell, to back of Tavern just after sunset.<br><br>Baa'lethor smiled from ear to ear, being given all that he had hoped for and more. He barely even heard Glasya's reply through his own elation, though he did understand that they had been permitted to become "Involved" with those who were not vital to the mission. Though Glasya dismissed his granted permission to the arcane library, Bay could hardly stand still. There was only one thing in the library that interested him, and it was none of the tedious chronicles of the mortal realm.<br><br>When Xenolord dismissed them, Baa'lethor bolted away from the door as fast as his nimble legs could take him without running. He didn't wish to arouse suspicion, but he'd been pining for months to gain access to that room, reserved only for demons much older and more powerful than he. Years before that had been spent learning to read and decipher the ancient and obscure demonic language that this particular book was written in. It had been a tedious chore, buttering up and deceiving this elder demon or that demon lord to piece together a full lexicon of the language, but it had all payed off and now he was within arms length of the ultimate prize.<br><br><strong><em>"Stand down, Dread Beast!"</em></strong> The large, demonic, ebony door demanded in it's brutish, rasping baritone as it bared its horns and teeth at Baa'lethor who it had grown wary of after several previous attempts to gain access. <strong><em>"You have been informed that this room is off limits to the likes of you. Any further attempts at prying your way past me will result in-"</em></strong><br><br>"I'm here on orders from Lord Xenolord. It's you who should stand down, you overbearing hinge swinger! Tell it, Slim." Baa'lethor quipped back, nudging the small daemonette abruptly from his shoulder. He'd given the small thing a nickname, it was best not to use a demon's true name around those who might desire to do harm.<br><br>"Ah!" Pachiko exclaimed at being so indelicately tossed from the Incubus' shoulder until his wings caught the air and he was able to flutter over to the door. "Yes, Sir Baa'lethor has been selected as primary Hunter on and Earthbound excursion, toward that end, Lord Xenolord has granted him access to the Arcane Library, so if you please."<br><br>The door made a face and glared past Pachiko to Baa'lethor who was smirking triumphantly. After a tense moment of snarling with dissatisfaction, the door eventually let out a metallic, heavy clicking sound from somewhere deep within it's throat and winced slightly as it's face cracked down the middle and the double doors swung slowly inward to the well lit library.<br><br>Baa'lethor gave the door a good kick to shut it behind himself, the demon door not being able to see behind itself and quickly he made his way toward the back of the expansive tower of tiered, winding bookshelves that looked to stretch up beyond imagining in a spiral staircase of shelves. But the power hungry Incubus was more interested in what was down. With swift and determined movements, Bay tore back the carpet at the very base of the stairs and continued ripping until he exposed the small weathered trap door at the base of the stairs.<br><br><strong><em>"What's going on in there?"</em></strong> The Door demanded, made very nervous at having the Incubus that he didn't trust lurking in his blind spot.<br><br>Baa'lethor didn't indulge the door with an answer, instead he lifted the iron ring on the trap door to reveal another spiral flight of stairs that led below the floor of the library. It was just as he'd heard...<br><br>Pachiko hovered nervously in the air, his allegiance already being tested, since the daemonette hadn't known about the basement level, nor had it been a part of what Xenolord had authorized, though he hadn't forbidden it either. For now, he'd remain silent, as his contract was with Baa'lethor.<br><br>At the very bottom it was dark and everything was coated in a thick layer of cobwebs, rat droppings and thick brimstone dust, but there was enough light filtering through the open trap door that Baa'lethor could see the locked cabinet that held the "Forbidden Texts". Many were useless, political opinion pieces that had been outlawed due to power changes or political climates. But not all were so trivial.<br><br>Throwing the door open wide, Baa'lethor held his breath as his finger landed upon the spine of the tome for the first time: "The Tome of Forbidden Spells". The cover was made from a deep, midnight blue demon skin leather and when he pulled it from the shelf, the ancient runes, crescent shapes and dashes carved into the cover glowed red, detecting a presence for the first time in ages.<br><br>It was true that few things were taboo in a realm like hell, but there was still an order to things. The hierarchy was based on strength and experience, and those at the top made decisions to protect that structure. Over the ages, certain spells, skills and schools of magic had been outlawed and banned from practice, due to one thing or another. Spells designed to harm or hinder other demons for example, or trap spells that could incapacitate even an angel if triggered, or spells that could allow demons who broke the law to escape punishment; were all deemed to be dangerous to what most perceived as the natural order of things and for that reason they had been removed from all readily accessable texts and never taught again. The only record of such alterations were held within these thick, yellowing pages.<br><br>Baa'lethor couldn't wait to learn the secrets of this book and was already reading as he followed the light back up to the main floor and closed the trap behind himself. He kicked the rug back into place casually as he buried his face in the book. Despite all the study, it was still a chore to read the archaic language, which made the progress slow at first. He was reading the chapter entitled "Phase Changing for Shape Shifters."<br><br>"You're not supposed to have that." Pachiko muttered, glancing over the Incubus' shoulder at the pages full of odd runes and shapes. "You should put it back!"<br><br>"You saw it, it was just gathering dust down there." Baa'lethor hissed, barely more than a whisper, not wanting the Door to overhear. "This is all for the mission. I might encounter ethereal up there, and I doubt I'd have much luck seducing the likes of them."<br><br>Baa'lethor turned the page abruptly, the first bit had been a rudimentary explanation of the three phases of matter, something that was frustratingly basic to one such as Baa'lethor, but on page two, he began to learn ways of shifting form into a liquid.<br><br>"I can read up there too..." Baa'lethor sighed, more to himself than Pachiko. "Why don't you talk me through how exactly you're going to <em>get</em> us up there and let me worry about what I'm going to do when I get there."<br><br>"Well, I'm a summoner, so I can create a portal for us to pass through." Pachiko began to explain. "We'll pass through exactly as we are now, but the tricky thing... The portal has to come through some solid surface on the other side."<br><br>"How about the ground?" Baa'lethor remarked casually, not looking up from the text as at last he began to grasp the concept of converting his physical body into vapor, the very idea that had sent him in search of this book. "Surfaces don't get much more solid than that."<br><br>"Yes, well, it's a little more complicated than that. People don't just spring up out of the ground like daises. It's important to find the right place, where people aren't all gathered around. Right now, the target is quite compromised in that respect. He-" Pachiko explained, only to be interrupted by an impatient Baa'lethor.<br><br>"Spare me all the tedious details, Slim. Just port me up behind some building or something, I'm sure a smart thing like you can handle it." Baa'lethor said, his tone quite impatient at the daemonette having made him lose his place several times.<br><br>"As you wish, Sir." Pachiko answered, fluttering over Baa'lethor's head and swinging his arms wide open to create a massive, swirling, red and black hole in the very air above the still reading Baa'lethor's head. Frustrated with how little attention the Incubus was paying to him and his Lord's wishes, Pachiko swung the portal down on his head quite abruptly, intending the passage to be as abrupt as possible.<br><br>As Baa'lethor passed through the portal, he glanced up from the pages of his book for the first time. The Incubus gasped slightly as he saw an endless sea of white petticoat fabric around him rather than the night sky, and he heard some unseen male voice saying "Hand it over now". Before he could even utter a single word, Baa'lethor was propelled upward, face first between a lithe pair of firm and tanned thighs until his face landed directly between her legs. For a moment the chaos was absolute, tangled limbs and tearing fabric as his body rose up to his full height and for a brief moment he was carrying the girl on his shoulders like a gladiator's helmet.<br><br>As the portal closed below Baa'lethor's boots, he felt the young woman's body shift enough that he was able to reflexively shove her off of him. She landed with a thud against the dirt, along with Baa'lethor's precious treasure. He was quite dismayed to find that the girl was also breathtakingly lovely. This wasn't the first impression he would have made.<br><br>"Bloody hell! I'm so sorry, love. I didn't mean it." Baa'lethor gasped, offering his hand to help the girl up, but only after he'd grabbed the book off of the ground and stored it inside his elaborate, crimson and gold embroidered tunic. "Are you alright?"<br><br>Baa'lethor flashed a gentle smile, and did his best to get his smell under control. When he was taken off guard, surprised or scared, his body naturally produced greater concentrations of spores, it was his defense mechanism afterall. The sight of the beautiful woman in a low cut dress, however, caused him to produce the spores of "Romantic Persuasion" which smelled of rose petals, ripe strawberries and sparkling dessert wine.<br><br>Taking a small step to the side, Baa'lethor caught sight of the hulking brute of a man who'd been standing just behind him. He eyed the man suspiciously for a moment, before taking a measured step backward from both mortals. There were too many witnesses, this was a catastrophe.<br><br>The tense silence was broken when Pachiko, ported himself up through the ground as well, horror evident on his face at the sight of the two humans. Baa'lethor snatched the daemonette out of the air swiftly, not wanting the little nuisance to be seen.<br><br>"Well, it's been great to meet you both... whoever you are. But I must be on my way now." Baa'lethor smiled, backing away slowly with Pachiko still hidden between his palms. "I'm called Basil. I'll see you around."<br><br>With that, Baa'lethor beat a hasty escape from the small plot of ground behind the tavern. He made his way quickly to an alley and didn't stop until he was out of sight. Breathing a sigh of relief, Bay opened the book once more, hoping to finally master the art of shape shifting into vapor. Much to his dismay, the pages of the book were written in English. The book in his hands was not the book he'd brought up from hell, it was instead some tedious historical edition that he had no use for.<br><br>"Damn it all to hell..." The fancifully dressed, foreign sounding man cursed to himself as Pachiko escaped his grasp and realized the problem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 16:03:09</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shenovi Katsakachi<br><strong>Title:</strong> Trumpeter<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern Vicinity<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Kadence, Baa'lethor<br><br>Oh, wise choice of move to bar the door close; it served enough to detour the pink eyed man as he paused before the wooden structure. He gave a mere twist to the knob, a push, and no result. Most may attempt to bash through it, but he didn’t want to play the part of looking a fool in an attempt to break a door down. He wasn’t utterly concerned about what was promised to him, though it had to be important by how much trouble those individuals went to keep him from it. He even had to fight back the laughter that sought to burst from his chest at the trouble foolish mortals went through, for what, paper and scribed words, along with some shitty cover to protect it? Thoughts raced of what to do with it if he got his hands upon it, maybe rip it to shreds, perhaps burn it, or he could always eat it. Not the most promising of latter choices, but it would have a comical light to it all the same. Then again, perhaps he would play out another role, humor himself some with these humans, there was no need to rush any plans within this unknown realm. He had plenty of time to lay upon destruction and mayhem, once the proper suitor was located.<br><br>But <em>who?</em> Riffraff filled the tavern, the majority of them seemed unaware of the danger they were in. The ones that had sense to grasp the situation made their way to the back; though no where was truly safe. They may of temporarily barred his route, but there were others. The front door was too far and that meant backtracking, Shenovi preferred side detours as he turned to gaze towards the closest of windows. His lips crooked into a confident grin, determining that the layout of this building meant they were heading to the back, all he had to do was meet them on the exit and request his just reward from the thief that promised him it. It was only fair to take what was offered, even if he didn’t honor the other end of the bargain. <br><br>Though he didn’t dwell to long on such thoughts, already moving, his body bolting towards the window. Most patrons moved away from the rushing man, his limber body skimming over tables and overcoming other obstacles in his way. His entire frame launching itself towards his destined exit, glass shattered as he went into a barrel roll upon the ground. His clothes were torn, his hands cut, fortunately he wasn’t too grotesque up from his exit. His body casually rising, hands brushing off shards of glass from his clothing, other digits moved to prick the crimson coated specks from his flesh as he made his way onwards around back. Perhaps he would give the two a good thrashing for the wounds inflicted on him, he had yet to really decide his course of action as he paused to see someone or something running on out of the building in a frantic. <br><br><em>Demon.</em> It was the aura, Shenovi wasn’t so blind to it, humans may vaguely be capable of sensing such a thing; but whenever was that male a mortal creature? Maybe that fiend got to the two of them before him, his right hand rose towards his face, tongue darting across the back of his hand in a feline gesture to lick his blood from his wounded flesh. <em>Maybe I will kill you instead if you took my fun away.</em> Was the thought his eyes emphasized as he watched the individual vanish off towards the alleyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>”But wait, I already killed someone. Tsk, tsk, Shenovi. You can’t go around killing everyone you bump into or come across. You will never make <em>friends</em> that way.”</strong> Again he had to fight back the humor that was swelling, though it was harder to contain and inevitably it erupted from his lips. It wasn’t a jolly cackle, nay, it was aloof, a psychopathic harmony of fits; but it waned as did all other things when he finally stood before the back entrance door of where his other prey lingered.<br><br><em>Oh, it was that type of demon, now was it?</em> There were still traces of it in the air, although he was positive it would be graver on the opposing gender. Thankfully it wasn’t the other way around, he did despised a greater state of vulnerability when his powers were already sealed enough as they were. Living the life of the equivalent human was depressing enough, his tongue growing poise and paused at his injury. Like a gentleman he waited in that eerily silence once the two of them were properly situated, his gaze flicking from one and the other and back again. Would either of them do? <br><br>He made no notion to step inside with them, he was contempt with the open air outside, looming about within the doorway to their freedom. <strong>”I have an inquiry for you both. Answer and you can keep your book.”</strong> His voice grew pause as his attention flicked from the woman and towards the brute of a man. <strong>”And you can keep your life.”</strong> Again his attention wavered from one and the other, speaking to them both, addressing them with a simple glance here and there. <strong>”But answer honestly as my humor doesn’t need to be sated with foolishness.”</strong> There was a brief pause, but he didn’t wait for their answer, their decision. He would pass his judgment upon either of them given their response and mayhaps be on his way. <strong>”So here is my riddle for you. You find yourself standing before a fountain of power and there is a war raging between good and evil, angels and demons. This power itself could very well tilt the balance on either scale. Would you take the side of divinity, live in a world of peace and tranquility, but knowing most ambitions would be governed over? Would you go demonic, a land enslaved with darkness, bowing your head to those above you? Or.. Would you use this power for yourself and shape a world as you see fit? “</strong> And now his gaze remained curiously on the both of them, gauging them and measuring what response may come. Though he was truthful all the same to his word, as long as they were honest, he would let them be on their way; unless of course their answer pique his interest. A test he gave to all mortals he happened across. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelations</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 17:03:09</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Noelle James<br>Title: Sacrificial Lamb<br>Species: Human<br>Location: The Theater<br>Tagging: Reginald Carter </strong><br><br><em>Just get out! Get out get out get out!</em><br><br>She’d been out all night, with nothing but a small bag of food and a blanket to ward off the evening chill. Though she knew she probably needed it desperately, she didn’t sleep, her mind abuzz with thoughts and feelings that never failed to stir her heart to a wicked pace, flushing her cheeks, making her ears roar with the sound of blood rushing through them. The fight last night, between her mother and the man she’d decided to marry…it left physical and emotional marks on Noelle, marks she’d tried desperately to cover up with clothing, makeup (when she could find it), and a carefully arranged smile. <br><br>She enjoyed being away from the chaos of the village. She enjoyed distancing herself from others when she needed time to just relax and think. She’d debated going to Reginald’s home to just rest, perhaps talk to him about the abuse that had escalated to a new-found level, but as the thoughts, the motivation came, it just as quickly left her. Why should she bother him? What did he owe her?<br><br>Sure, they’d been friends for years, and he knew her better than any other person in the entirety of the countryside, even her own mother, but how many times had she been to his place? In tears, in need, just wanting the comfort of someone who wouldn’t use it as a bargaining tool some time in the future? She’d been leaning so heavily on him, and he’d been there for her, but surely there would come a time when he would grow weary of her presence, cast her off…<br><br>She didn’t want to risk that. <br><br>So she stayed out until mid-morning, blissfully ignorant of the chaos of the naked man, the bar fight, and Reginald’s proud parade through the town square. Later she might hear about it, if anyone thought enough of her to talk of the crude behaviors. But she was a quiet, reserved young lady who normally kept to herself. It wouldn’t surprise her if no one made an effort to include her in the gossip. <br><br>The only thing that motivated her to go back home was the sudden remembered thought of Reginald’s pageant that he was holding. She made a point of going to each of his productions, for entertainment’s sake, and for the opportunity to provide him with her reflections on his masterpieces. He valued her opinion on the matter, with the same sort of intensity that she valued him as a friend. It gave her a small sense of satisfaction to be able to assist him in whatever small way she could. <br><br>So, she gathered her blanket and her basket of food, picking a few of the prarie blossoms that littered the field she was sitting in, and steadily made her way back to town. <br><br>-~-~-~-~-~-~-~<br><br>At the announcement of the intermission, Noelle smiled, steadily making her way around the outer rim of the audience seating. Sneaking her way back-stage (a privilege offered only to her, as a woman who was not in Reginald’s employ), she steadily made her way towards where she knew Reginald would be, either announcing his lines or stirring the other actors and actresses into a frenzied excitement for the upcoming scene. <br><br>Coming to his shoulder, she idly tapped his arm, taking some of the flowers she’d collected and stringing them into the basket on his head. <br><br>It was easy to forget troubles when she was with her extravagant friend. Easy to be blissfully unaware of the war that was brewing all around them. <br><br>“One of your best works,” she noted with a slight nod, the hood of her cloak falling back to reveal her pale cheeks, dark smudges under her eyes, a healing bruise on the curve of her jaw. “I dare say, you do have a way of keeping your patrons coming back, Regi.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 18:15:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:Deva <br>Title: the Deva-stator<br>Location: theatre<br>Taggin: Zefiriel, Reginald Carter</strong><br><br>Deva, in the theatre, played the important part of cleaning crew, specially after the Scene was closed. Nobody asked questions, Nobody did mind someone cleaning, for free would be all the better. She was busy thinking about floating bell things and nude streakers with markings. Perhaps she should go after the marked mans trail next. Marked. Floating. Floating. Honey and milk. Hopefully without ants..&nbsp; Hmnnnn. Perhaps the marked was also advertisment for this theatre thingie, in wich case things might get far more interesting in due time. Perhaps she should wait and watch until those kinda scenes popped up!<br><br>While busy pondering she found herself again swirled around by the misty something, complaining 'You're making me all dizzy with this swishy swishy!" then, after listening adding "Aww, you came here for a Reginald Carter not for Deva hmnn? Totally a shame, Deva is very fluffy, plus has no idea where to find this Carter or why he matters to you, why does he matter to you? Are you some sorta bell ghost?"*tilts head.. nah this thingie didn't feel undead even if it looked like it.<br>"Ihihi! you tickle!" She said, feeling a hint of a touch as the angel tried to shove her with insubstantial hands, peeking around..<br><br>"I am, however, more independent then part of the official cleaning crew, plus you don't know how to lie. Are you an angel?" tilting her head.. that made sense, only angel were so badly at lying<br><br>"Either way, we're in a theatre, a maid is not dramatic enough, you can't lie to actors, they do it too often to fall for it, what you can do is impress them with a show of your own, however.. why should I find this dude for youuuuu bellangel?" curious-cute face, pokes your misty form!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 20:16:50</strong>
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				<strong>Reginald Carter, The Sacrificial Playwright</strong><br><strong>Location: Reginald's Theatre, night time</strong><br><strong>Tagged:Noelle James, Deva</strong><br><br>During the intermission, several people were working to set up the next painted background, a truly beautiful mural, much like the last one. This one, however, depicted what seemed to be the interior of a cloistered monastery, resplendent with religious iconography that would likely be appealing to those angelic beings that were privy to his play. <br><br>Deva manages to go, for the most part, unnoticed, for all the other workers that were cleaning and setting things up wore plain clothes, with no uniformity of garb.&nbsp; They also tended to be more focused on doing their job than on who was around, though a few do eye Noelle.<br><br>As it so happens, he currently was in the midst of re-reading some of the script he had written, just as a refresher to himself. He may hide it well, for he was quite good at only portraying the parts of him he wanted others to see, but he was a bit, shall we say, nervous. <br><br>"Ah-ha! I recognize that honey sweet voice!" He would say, a flamboyant and slightly foppish smile on his face, though the basket-helmet, despite the small strands cut out of it to allow visibility and for him to speak without being unduly muffled, still managed to hide the expression.<br><br>As she wove the flowers into the basket-helmet, he showed no care or concern for it. In fact, he would quite enthusiastically declare "Brilliant idea. It is very fitting of the character." Because surely this was not some idle eccentricity on her part, it had to be nothing less than pure, unadulterated genius.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps that is a bit exaggerated, but, exaggeration is part and parcel of the Reginald experience. And it is sincere, to a high degree; he genuinely held her in high esteem. Her prose was powerfully moving, and he had a deep-seated respect and platonic love of those who, like him, knew how to weave a tale with words.<br><br>"I am so glad to see you in attendance. And come now, you can't compliment me until after the show. It's bad luck, don't you know!" He said in a chastising way that was highly playful, and not at all meant as a real chastisement. Besides that, she'd know him, and that he's not really the superstitious (Or religious) type.<br><br>His attention would briefly turn away from her, and towards the woman he saw talking to herself. He hmm'd quietly, and wondered what that was about; and the strange glow that he thought he saw encompassing her. He chalked this up, however, to some aspect of the basket-helmet mucking around with his vision; it really was quite hard to see out of the thing.<br><br><em>"Hey, come on, hurry up, show's about to start." </em> One of the stage-hands would say to Deva. Apparently, her deception had gone unnoticed by everyone, as she was now being ushered towards the room where the stage hands would wait for the next intermission. <br><br>"Alas, I must ask you, my dear Noelle, to return to your seat. Part two of four will be starting soon." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 20:29:47</strong>
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				<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: the theatre<br>Tagged: Deva and Reginald, just found Noelle</strong><br><br>The self-entitled fluffy being was not one to take a request and simply follow directions.&nbsp; After deciding that Deva wasn’t an angel, yet not quite human as well, Zefiriel began to ask herself whether she could be of any help at all, well-intended or not.&nbsp; She kept asking why was so important to find Reginald Carter and if Zefiriel was some strange kind of ghost or an angel. At least the last part she got it right, so why wouldn’t she obey already? <br><br>While Zefiriel had some knowledge on the magnificient gift called “free-will” which humans received from their Lord, she also believed that when an angel makes the great effort to speak to them, they should at least try to follow that advice. <br><br>“Deva, I cannot tell you why this man is so important right now, you would get mixed up in a very strange situation and I wouldn’t want that for you.&nbsp; All I can say is that he is important to all of us and if you care about this land and its people, then you have to help me. I would speak to him myself, but it’s after sunset and ..well, I just can’t do anything about it, at least not while he’s awake. “ <br><br>&nbsp;She had said too much already, but there wasn’t any way around it, not with someone as curious as Deva. The girl was right though, telling an actor a made up story was like selling cucumbers to a gardener or explaining religion to the Pope, but what else was she supposed to do? Showing herself willingly to humans in her true form was forbidden. <br><br>&nbsp; They passed the actors and a part of the staff, people who were too busy to prepare for the next act to mind a girl with a broom talking to herself. Soon enough they reached the part of the backstage where Reginald was and Zefiriel’s eyes started to glow, knowing that this was the right time to finally meet him…or maybe not quite.&nbsp; <br><br>She held up her hand in front of Deva, asking her to stop when just a few minutes ago she desperately insisted she should hurry.&nbsp; <br>A cloaked figure approached the man and for a moment Zefiriel’s core twitched. She felt relieved when it proved that there was only a girl and an innocent-looking one at that, who went over to speak with him. <br>“Stay here” she said to Deva and drew closer to the two, listening to their conversation. They seemed friendly and familiar to one another, yet the man never took off his helmet while speaking to her. Zefiriel glanced back when a couple of stage hands hastily dragged Deva towards another room. The second act was about to begin. <br><br>*****<br><br><strong>NPC: the city guards of Jeron and their commander <br>Location: at the tavern’s entrance, half an hour after the incident</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Karlile was – as they say – a self-made man, who reached his goal at the age of 29. Three years later and he was still commander of the night guards in the capital city of Krum and not a day passed without him having to deal with one troublemaker or two, as Jeron was quite a bustling city, but there were always enough men to do the job for him. This night however, the news were alarming and Karlile had to go and see for himself who or what could have brought such a commotion at one of the local taverns where one of the most influential thug leaders was killed. He couldn’t believe the crazed people who went to his men to relate the incredible story of the naked man who took out a whole group. Surely they were drunk and this was no real matter, at least not real enough to get him out of the brothel when the night was just about to start.&nbsp; <br><br>He only took half of his armor, the other half safely put away under his favorite bed where he would soon return to after all of this would be finished. He reached the tavern with two men behind him, it was more than enough to beat a couple of drunkards for telling stories. <br>&nbsp;<br>There was blood on the floor and splashes of red on the walls and the tables, making the old furniture sparkle like rubies under the candle light. The owner of the bar sat with his head on his knees, mumbling to himself and right in the middle of the room a fat man laid on his back with a sword in his stomach. <br><br>“If it ain’t ol’ Backbones” Karlile declared and kicked the body slowly,checking for any sign of life left in it. “Whoever did this, I guess we owe him a favor.” He said turning to his men and smiled revealing the black whole where the left canine should have been.&nbsp; “Better find him, though, before the King finds out. We had enough of crazies here.” He spat on the floor with a heavy guttural sound before going to the owner and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Where was he headed? What did he look like?” he questioned and the man didn’t answer at first, his body was still trembling with fear. <br><br>“It was the devil….”, the man replied finally and his voice sounded desperate “that was no human…”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Devil or no devil, the King rules around here.” Karlile concluded in a flat tone and spat again before heading for the exit to find a more suitable eye witness. <em>By tomorrow we'll even have wanted posters on the city gates.</em>&nbsp; was the last thought on the commmander's mind before he reached the streets again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 20:53:37</strong>
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				<strong>Deva, The one and only<br>Location - Theatre<br>Tagging Deva, Reginald, Noelle prolly!</strong><br><br>"Cannot tell? Why not why not why not tell tell tell tell!" she started like a young child "I've been in looots of strange situations, like the one time.." hesitates "You can't tell me but it's very important hmnnn? Who to say you are not eeeeevil and trying to decieve me, more beautiful disguises then floating bell thingie have been used!" <br><br>Though Deva felt no ill intentions from this floating being she also didn't like being commanded. Someone who had good intentions had no need for command, they had need to rephrase their words to not hurt their audience and perhaps decieve a bit just to make sure everybody did stuff right, but&nbsp; commands where made for nasty things.<br><br>Again she follows the angel, lazily, now more out of curiosity, leaning forward to try and suckle on the etheral hand as it is lifted up, playfully of course!<br><br>Deva lets herself be ushered away, who wants to cause a commotion? Only to tip her hat&nbsp; once nobody was watching her, disappearing with a whup! noise, only to reappear behind a small stage prob, with an appropriate 'ping' noise, using her trusted little weird -short range teleporting- hat to eavesdrop on Reginald and Noelle.. curious if the angel ghost thingie would talk to them.. or was really unable to. presuming the latter she'd walk to Reginald directly.. with that hat he shouldn't have been able to reach the stage already, to say'<br><br>"Helloooo! I'm Deva, terribly sorry to interrupt your little plaything thingie, well extend the break till it's continuation, but by any chance " Looking him up and down wondering what would be so special about him "have you seen any ghostly floating bell women, or nude guys with marks all over? Wait, wait, don't call the guard to get me jailed away just yet, Just pretend you are in my situation, I'm your greatest fan and talking weird stuff, very lightheaded, drank too much milk with honey to get courage for this really, can I have an autograph?" she gave him a sweet smile, while at the same time waiting for a hint of recognition on either of the mentioned phrases.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Revelations</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 22:16:09</strong>
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				Noelle had to smile, how couldn't she? The extravagance with which her friend conducted himself never failed to entertain her, to draw her attention away from personal troubles and back to the simple joy of the company of the familiar. Sighing, she took the last of her flowers and laced it into her own hair, tucking a lock behind her ear before nodding towards Regi in quiet agreement. <br><br>Of course, her seat involved sitting high above in the scaffolding, somewhere on the highest catwalks where she wouldn't be a bother to any of the stage hands. She was about to tilt his hat upwards, to lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, when the sudden appearance of Deva at their elbows had her staring, her hand frozen in place. <br><br>Well, wasn't this a...pleasure...<br><br>Looking past Deva, however, the woman couldn't help the sudden sense of being watched. However, it wasn't in the sense of being watched by human eyes, but by someone whom she could not see. Feeling her shoulders tense, Noelle straightened slightly, looking around with a delicate furrow to her brow, before relaxing. <br><br>Ridiculous, she was behaving childishly. <br><br>"I'll allow you some time with your...fan." Noelle told Regi quietly, gifting him with a brief smile before turning and making her way towards the back of the stage. On up the ladder she went, easily scaling the iron fixture in spite of the dress she wore. A few stage hands turned their eyes to her, but then dismissed her presence and something of the norm. Noelle was here all the time, and she was more a help than a hindrance, so they allowed her to do what she pleased within reason.<br><br>Setting herself up on the catwalk, she clung to the ropes and leaned outward, gazing down at the flower-adorned basket that marked the figure of her friend, her gaze shifting to the odd woman who had approached, and then onward to a slight flicker, a shimmer in the air that reminded her of how the heat warped mirages. <br><br>Curious. <br><br>From out of the basket that held her food, she withdrew a pad of parchment and a quill pen, settling down against the catwalk before beginning to idly scribble words and phrases out onto the page. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 06:11:35</strong>
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				Tiberius could smell the creature before he heard it.&nbsp; The smell of blood, and death, and decay.&nbsp; He stopped Kade and stood in front of her, protecting her as best he could with his hulking figure.&nbsp; <strong>"Listen to me, and listen closely because we don't have much time.&nbsp; Whatever that thing is, it's strong.&nbsp; How strong, I cannot say, but I know that it's powerful and evil, and those are never a good combination.&nbsp; My name is Tiberius, I'm a demon hunter, a warrior of God.&nbsp; I'm here to fight all evil and make sure nothing happens.&nbsp; I am on a mission from the Archangel himself, and I am one of the few mortals he considers friends.&nbsp; I promise you, if you stay with me, you will be safe from harm."</strong>&nbsp; With that, he grabbed both sides of her face with his iron grip.&nbsp; His hands were smooth, and his grip gentle, yet he held her in place and looked deep into her eyes.&nbsp; He felt the Holy Word flow through his veins and he spoke ancient words that the Archangel had taught him.&nbsp; Words of security.&nbsp; Words of safety.&nbsp; He spoke them and gave their power to her.&nbsp; As long as she was near him, a conscious him, their power would not wane. <br><br>Just as he finished his ritual, the creature stepped into view and started speaking.&nbsp; A choice?&nbsp; A powerful force?&nbsp; Surely the filthy creature didn't mean himself, did he?&nbsp; He pulled out his hand-and-a-half sword and pointed it straight at the demon's chest.&nbsp; <strong>"Riddles are the work of the Devil.&nbsp; Good folk have no purpose for double talk.&nbsp; I have the whole power of God on my side, so listen here, cretin.&nbsp; You are not going to threaten me or my...friend?&nbsp; Acquaintance? Hmmm...You are not going to stand there and threaten me or her.&nbsp; I know you are quite full of yourself and your abilities, friend, because you slew those idiot vagabonds in that tavern.&nbsp; But be warned, if you wish to cross blades with me, I want you to know one thing.&nbsp; I fight for good; and I show no mercy for the wicked."</strong> His speech over, he readied himself for whatever the creature did next.&nbsp; He was not hoping for a fight, per se, but he definitely did not want to spend any time with this creature or make any deals or riddles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 01:07:16</strong>
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				"You'll see me after the play, though, will you not?" He'd ask of the poet as she retreated towards the ladder.&nbsp; She'd never find herself being stopped or bothered by any of the crew, as Reginald has told them, and her, that she was always welcome to wandering about the theatre, day or night, play or no play.&nbsp; He knew she could be trusted to respect his establishment, and its contents.<br><br>Meanwhile, he turned his attention to the strange girl that was babbling somewhat coherently towards him about a great many things. He watched her, though his eyes are difficult to notice, even up close; indeed, his whole face remains rather well hidden, despite the thin slits for him to see out of, and to talk out of. <br><br>"You... are a curious creature." He says with a nod of his head, almost approvingly. "You have a strange, yet inspiring story to tell me. I am quite glad to say that no, I have not seen any naked men running around. Nor have I seen any ghosts. I do, however, see the divine radiance that follows you." As much of a silly fop as he could be, the fact is, Reginald was blessed with a keen insight into the world around him that bordered on the supernatural. He could, in a fashion, feel Zefiriel's presence; the bit of angelic blood in Deva alludes him, though. However, the thing is, he is not entirely certain what it is he feels/'sees' when it comes to Zefiriel. All he can tell is that their is something off, or odd. <br><br>Also, surprisingly, he seems to handle the babble that would upset others quite well. Perhaps he pitied her for being a simpleton? One could argue that, but one would be wrong to do so.&nbsp; Really, it's a mystery to all but himself, as to why he would entertain someone that most would call a lunatic. <br><br>"And I am afraid you must return to the audience now. I can not stop my show, not even for Death itself. That would just be terribly uncouth of me, you know?"&nbsp; He would gingerly indicate the stairs, off to the side of the stage, that would take one down into the seating area. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 16:45:16</strong>
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				<strong>Antonius</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Chapel, bar alley<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tiberius, Kade, Shenovi<br><br>Amidst the preperations and laying out plans of which squads would be where Antonius was interrupted by a runner. "My Lord." Looking up from his maps of the city and surrounding area, "Speak brother, what has caused you such haste?"<br><br>The runner promptly came to attention and saluted, which Antonius smiled at and waved off. "Just tell me. Skip the formalities." "Sir. The human male you befriended is here and is in a bit of a problem." <br><br>Ah Tiberius made it good, Antonius thought, but what could Tiberius have gotten himself into; the demon horde hasn't appeared yet. "What kind of problem?" "He is defending a woman from another human male but the other is not quite human, I precieve that he witholds a great power within him but he is not a demon." <br>This was odd indeed, "Very well show me." Antonius and the other angel departed and went to see this being Tiberius was confronting.<br>Antonius settled on the rooftop of the tavern and looked down in the direction indicated by the other angel. Indeed there was Tiberius blade drawn with a woman behind him, she was pleasent enough for a human he could understand Tiberius's interest. The other man however, was a different story all together. Indeed he looked a man but there were faint shimmers of power all over him. Antonius's experience told him they were seals. He recalled rumors of a being that was created millenia ago with the capabilities to end the world but he was bound to certain rules. He thought them just rumors but now they may be true.<br><br>If they were true these rumors then this being would see him as easily as he did Tiberius. Standing Antonius dropped down inbetween the two spreading his wings to block all view of Tiberius and the woman. What say you creature? Why are you here? You are not of heaven nor of hell. Why do you assail my friend here?
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				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 22:07:59</strong>
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				<strong>Deva, The Cuddlemonger<br>Locaton: Still in the theatre<br>Tagged:Reginald and Zefi</strong><br><br>"Divine radiance?" she smelled sniffed her armpit.." oh! You mean, ohmnnn.. ah yes, bellghost Divine radiance.. I didn't notice anything like that, hmnn but that you can feel something is already a give away. There's this Angelic bell ghost thingie, and it seems really upset, thinks you are important, and in danger, not that she tells me more, additionally has not given me milk and honey yet, just promised if I behave. I never behave, anyway, just be on the lookout so she's happy and doesn't swirl around me anymore cause that makes me really dizzy!<br><br>oh.. I see, the show must etc etc, don't let me stop you, just saying what bellghost women said, wich is not much, she propably afraid of violating some laws for getting mortals involved, the problem of heavens always was that they upheld their distance to the mortals, allowing other things to move in, anyway go go do your theatre stuff!"<br><br>She smiled her silly smile under her hat. Had she known that she even fooled the experienced actor with her own little act she had smiled a bit wider. Nobody minded a slightly off in the had sweeper woman talking weird things. So the Bellangel was likely not some imposter, unless it could mimicry a divine aura for several people at once. She herself never would think to be over deceitment, though this was strange, an angel that contacted humans? On order of heavens no more. This angel was too lawful to act on it's own account, she had already proved that with her words.. So someone send her out to look for people.&nbsp; She thought back to what she heard about the nude marked guy, leaning back for a moment, waving Zefiriel to come to her, but not without saying goodbye to Reginald with a<br><br>"goodbyeeeee !I'ma fluff off now, get autograph after the show yes yes?"<br><br>She would turn to Zefiriel, after hopefully managing to gain her attention, lowering her voice, to a more serious and adult sounding tone<br><br>"alright, now, he is important because he has an unusual ability? No. That's not it, he has an unusual ability because he's important right? So who was this marked man I heard about and what does he or whoever want to do with that performer that it gets the attention of heavens itself? Also.. " Switching to her silly voice like it's nothing" Are there hammocks in Heaven? I really like hammocks!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 11:05:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Arkand<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Human King<br><strong>Location:</strong> Returning Home<br><br>While he normally told himself he would leave for a few days, days usually surmounted to a few hours in actuality. The truth was that the only time he had ever been gone for days without notifying anyone, a great hunt for the missing king was sanctioned and a general alert and reward was sent out to find him, for fear that he had been captured. Truth was he had just taken a small camping trip and lost track of the days... or perhaps weeks. Whatever the case, he knew that at best, a few hours would do him and his kingdom good. And he was right, just smelling the fresh air from the wind in the trees was enough and instead of a walkabout it turned into a hunt as well, and he spent his time chasing deer. Though he didn't actually kill any, just seeing that he could still better a deer in blending in with the forest made his day.<br><br>Before long, he was heading back home. But he opted not to take the passage and instead take a small sojourn through the capital's streets. One thing he found interesting was the amount of people still awake at night. It was of course the capital, so a multitude of people was to be expected, but it always surprised him how people could work all day and still spend time to enjoy themselves late at night. Though honestly he never cared for regular people unless they had coin or services to give him... he found himself liking them much more these days, which wasn't really an easy feat at first. But he did the best he could. <br><br>Oddly enough, some rather interesting things were happening in the city, more than usual. A play was on, of course, something that wasn't an uncommon sight, and a naked man... which of course wasn't. While he had no interest in a naked man in general, the thought of an individual who had the, for lack of a better word, stones to do it was something worth looking into. However, that would probably involve inquiring the city guard, most of which knew what he looked like. So, instead, he opted to stay out of it. So, instead he decided to play the part of a commoner, not hard since he had technically been one for most of his life. He bought a simple bit of food, and found a nice haystack unused until the next morning, as he took a gander at the play that was going on, his fingers snapping once in a while, a small flame appearing from his fingers with each snap. Weak magic, but something he tended to do as a habit when sitting quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 22:15:55</strong>
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				<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: the theatre<br>Tagged: Deva </strong><br><br>Heavenly sent. A phrase that matched Zefiriel’s situation. It would have been better if she could take human form, if she wasn’t forced to follow strict rules regarding her appearance in front of humans.&nbsp; Not that any of those rules mattered now. Not only was Deva able to see her, but even Reginald could sense her presence. No wonder he was chosen by the divines.&nbsp; Zefiriel wanted to know if Noelle had the same ability so she turned back to look at her, staring right into her soft eyes. <br><br>Then Deva started talking and she never came to a halt… she spilled everything and if she knew the whole story, then she would have probably told it as well, secret or no secret, rules or no rules. Deep inside Zefiriel hoped that none of them would take her seriously. On the other hand, it made things easier for her…easier to explain everything to them later…easier to make them understand the truth if another human was on her side. Supposedly that Deva was human.<br><br>Reginald Carter was more interested in seeing his play end well, than everything else. For the moment at least. She bounced back and forth letting her presence known, sending warm waves of peace and love towards their direction, not wanting to trouble their spirit.&nbsp; When Deva left the backstage, she followed, wanting to see the rest of the show before returning to Reginald and Noelle.&nbsp; Patiently, she answered Deva’s erratic questions. <br><br>“Deva, first of all my name is Zefiriel, maybe it’s a bit harder to pronounce than Bellangel, but it’s only fit that I <em>introduce myself</em> as you humans say. Second, as you might have guessed, I am an angel and angels are different from ghosts. Third, I cannot tell you why Reginald Carter is so important to us..to me, to you…to everyone. You just have to have a little <strong>faith</strong> and as hard as it might seem for you..” she chuckled “please have some <strong>patience</strong>. Al I can say is that things will change for the land of Krum and we all hope it will be for the better.”<br><br>They easily made their way to the audience, for once Zefiriel wanted to try this experience as well, watching something like a human being, seeing only what she was allowed to see.&nbsp; During the second part of the play, her thoughts switched from the story, to Reginald Carter and his ability to sense her presence and then to Noelle, trying to figure out how will she be able to teach them both the makings of a martyr. <br><br>“And no Deva, there are no hammocks in Heaven.” <br><br>***<br><strong>NPC: Karlile, commander of the guards <br>Location: the streets of Jeron, night time</strong><br><br>“I’m telling you, Geko, this is starting to intrigue me.”&nbsp; The dark haired man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and rolled a nice, densely packed line of tobacco in between. <br>“I thought that I’d hear this kind of story from the local drunkards, but not from a man like Grinner. Whoever this guy is, he’s no fiction. “<br><br>“Do you really believe this <em>devil</em> story?” the one called Geko asked while looking for a match to light for his superior. <br><br>“No. I believe the facts. And facts say that there’s a killer with a blade on the streets and he knows how to use it. I’ve never seen a cut like that before. Old Backbones met his match.”<br><br>“Anybody could have taken him down.” Geko snorted. “He had influence, but he was weak.”<br><br>“Anybody could have taken him otherwise, but not anybody can cut like that. He's also a stranger, I bet. Grinner said he had half-closed eyes, like slits...you know...he never seen eyes like that before. He also wears metal elements attached to his body and some kind of war paint. There's no way he's from around and this makes things... troublesome. The King might want to know there are spies in the kingdom.” Karlile concluded as they made their way back to the castle to report on their findings.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 00:51:16</strong>
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				<strong>Deva, Snugglesummoner<br>The theatre<br>Tagging - Zefiriel</strong><br><br>Deva listened to Bellangel, chuckled slowly, decided to go for a little bit of a bluff.. well half bluff, the reason she talked so much was that when you talk much others talk much, and over time you can piece the puzzle together, everything Zefiriel.. now she had a name, said to her was giving more away then she propably wanted to.<br><br>"Zefi! ok! I like bellangel though, you don't like bellangel? bellangel is fun!" she splurted away again "Faith is believing without evidence. don't like nu uh! .. pati what? patients? I can help them, sure" She said, pretending to not even understand the word, well she did but she hated when she was treated .. a bit patronizing, wasn't it?<br><br>"Well, you don't have to tell me of course, but that only extends the period of time I need to find everything out on my own, so a change for the land? When will the attack start?" Of course she guessed again, but guessing was often worth it, either you hit, or you missed, either way you learned something new. THe angel spoke of a change for the land.. and it propably wasn't a new agrarian reformation.<br><br>Deva shrugged, watching the play on, not really caring for it's content, somewhat curious for Reginald, like Zefiriel, her mind racing to figure out what the angel wasn't telling her.. also.<br><br>"WHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? no hammocks?? but but.. whyyy?" she complained, to be hushed by annoyed listeners of the play around her, apologizing lazily.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 05:13:12</strong>
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				<strong>Xenolord; Archlord of the Underworld</strong><br><strong>Tagged: None</strong><br><br>As Glasya and Baa'lethor left him to his own devices, Xenolord stroked his chin. Too long he's been afraid of 'divine retribution' from both the mortal realm and the divine realm. Smiling to Minixtra, he stroked her hair lovingly. "My dear Minixtra... wouldn't you agree that the human realm is too... calm? Too collected? Too... sure of their own safety? Tucked safely behind their beloved walls, hiding behind their 'mighty king', the humans have grown weak and petty."<br><br>"I would agree, My Lord." Minixtra responded, nodding obeideintly. Xenolord showed joy she agreed with him.<br><br>"Then, would you not also agree by that same notion that... they have already fallen into a state of sloth... a sin by most rights?"<br><br>"Yes, I would also agree to that, My Lord." Crossing his arms, he nodded in determination.<br><br>"Very well! FAMINE! PESTILENCE!" With a crash of thunder, two young demons, both female, appeared before him. They bowed in a formal manner before answering.<br><br>"You called, Master of Evil?" They echoed. Xenolord smiled and walked to the demons.<br><br>"Famine, Pestilence my dears... The city of Krum has fallen on hard times. They are a sloth, vain, petty people, who no longer follow the tennets set forth by their gods and their king..." Rubbing both of their heads, he smiled an evil, cruel smile. "By all rights... Vanity... Sloth... Greed... all sins. And, it is by THAT train of thought, that the people of Krum belong to ME!"<br><br>"Yes My Lord!" Both girls answered emphatically, eager to please.<br><br>"So go, my pets! Kill their crops! Butcher their animals! Bring the people to their knees! And when all hope is lost, not a soldier can stand through the rumbling in his gut! PURGE THE CITY! FIRE! DEATH! Let NONE survive to tell the tale!" The two demons practically jumped out of their skin in glee.<br><br>"Oh! Oh, yes My Lord! It will be our pleasure!"<br><br>"So go, Famine. Make all of their crops wither on the vine, and see the people follow suit." With a happy squeak, the Demon named Famine disappeared in a puff of green, acrid smoke. "And Pestilence... my dear... lovely Pestilence... see to it that no animal lives to see the morning sun. I want nothing but rotting carcasses in the fields! Flies, roaches and maggots in the troughs! Do what you do best, my lovely Pestilence."<br><br>"Your will be done, Master!" She squeeked happily, disappearing into a puff of roaches, flies and fleas.<br><br>"And Minixtra... gather my soldiers. I have a feeling they will need some... practice... for the war to come."<br><br>"Yes, My Lord."<br><br>And so it was done. In the middle of the night, as the people of Krum went about their lives... an unseen force spread a killing mist across the crops, healthy fruit and vegetables turning into rancid, disgusting mush in moments. And in the pastures and farms, livestock, once healthy and happy, dropped to their sides in wails of pain, their body quickly consumed by fleets of insects. It would not be long until the soldiers of Krum could no longer stand, no longer fight.<br><br>After all. An army marches on it's stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 06:57:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Kadence1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kadence Hewitt<br><strong>Title:</strong> Historian / Fledgling Adventurer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Baa'lethor (Basil), Shenovi, Antonius<hr><br>Kade knew in an instant she was being followed but she didn't have the time to engage the male following her. She needed to get away from all this madness and back to the safety of her estate. There she would be able to take the time to appraise her newest acquisition and she could enlist the groundskeeper's aid in chasing this ruffian off her heels. Course, she didn't expect him to circle in front of her and pace her backwards.<br><br><em>“Hey now, you aren’t going to lose me that quickly.”</em> There was a flash of annoyance at the words and she wondered briefly, <em>why not?</em> Then she got another good look at them and felt that twinge that had nothing to do with him inconveniencing her and everything to do with him being entirely too... tempting. <br><br><em>“My name’s Tiberius.&nbsp; I heard what that buffoon said in there.&nbsp; You stole something from him.&nbsp; Stealing is wrong.&nbsp; Hand it over, now.”</em><br><br>Kade actually came to a stop, blinking slowly before one slim brow climbed high on her pretty forehead. <strong>“I am afraid, good sir, I haven't the slightest idea of what you are referring to. I assure you I am an upstanding citizen of the highest moral caliber.”</strong> She had to swallow a giggle at that last. It was true that she was toying with Tiberius right back, having seen right through his act. He would find her a bit more difficult—read stubborn—than many females he might be acquainted with. Especially when it came to her treasures. <br><br>She made as if to move around him, dismissing his presence in a way that marked it as woman's prerogative, though it was far more difficult to do than she cared to admit, when suddenly the ground rose underneath her. Or rather, something was pushed up under her skirt. <br><br>Kadence let out a sharp yip of alarm, her hands automatically seeking purchase somewhere as she fought not to go tumbling to the ground. There was a great flailing, tangled limbs, the decisive rip of fabric that jerked her further off balance, and then she was lifted on a pair of strong shoulders for a long moment before being tumbled off onto the ground. She hit with a thud, managing to do little more than stop her head from smacking into the ground as the rest of her body had. <strong>“Ow! Son of a--”</strong> Her decidedly unladylike outburst was cut short when she caught sight of yet another attractive devil of a man looming over her. She missed his move to grab something from the ground, momentarily distracted by the flutter and purr of her hormones as she took her first full breath since having the wind knocked from her by the ground. <br><br><strong>“Oh my...”</strong> Was all she said as she allowed the man to assist her in righting herself. <strong>“I... “</strong> She tried to answer his question concerning her well being but a flurry of the most delicious scents lulled her and her eyes sparked with... interest. Tiberius was momentarily forgotten and somehow the world seemed to shift to center on the male before her. She pressed a hand to her chest, suddenly feeling more than a bit warm. <br><br>Shaking her head, she tried to pull herself from her daze and turned to pick up her book from where it had hit the ground, not even noticing the details. Something was wrong. She could be sure of that much as she was a notoriously clear headed woman. Not even Tiberius had affected her so strongly and he was at least as fair as the one before her now. Turning back to the man, there was suspicion lurking in the back of her fuzzy mind but it couldn't seem to surface through the fuzz. <br><br><em>"Well, it's been great to meet you both... whoever you are. But I must be on my way now. I'm called Basil. I'll see you around."</em><br><br>Was it not odd that there seemed to be an odd amount of newcomers on this very night? It was true she did not know every last single person in town but she knew quite a few. How on Earth would she have missed either of these two? Confusion filled her and she lifted a hand to wave at Basil as he left. <br><br>Still dazed she looked back to Tiberius, the pheromones that had lulled her so easily with Basil's presence still affecting her enough to have her smile ever so coyly at him... that is until another presence made itself known and forced her to whirl around. Like someone had doused her with icy water, Kade surfaced fully and any artificially induced feeling fled under something that felt suspiciously like fear. Before she could lay eyes on what it was that had jolted her out of a much more pleasurable state, Tiberius stepped in front of her, blocking her view with his rather large frame.<br><br><em>"Listen to me, and listen closely because we don't have much time.&nbsp; Whatever that thing is, it's strong.&nbsp; How strong, I cannot say, but I know that it's powerful and evil, and those are never a good combination.&nbsp; My name is Tiberius, I'm a demon hunter, a warrior of God.&nbsp; I'm here to fight all evil and make sure nothing happens.&nbsp; I am on a mission from the Archangel himself, and I am one of the few mortals he considers friends.&nbsp; I promise you, if you stay with me, you will be safe from harm."</em> <br><br>Yep, he was nuts. <em>The hell have you gotten yourself into Kade?! Lured by a pretty face and he turns out to be stark raving mad. Warrior of God indeed.</em> She scolded herself and began to turn from him only to have her face grabbed between to massive, yet oddly smooth and gentle hands. Though he'd not hurt her, she was reasonably sure she couldn't have gotten away if she wanted to and so she was very aware that she was facing a very crazy man whispering to her in a language she could not understand. <br><br>Kadence Hewitt was not an overtly spiritual person. Did she believe? Of course. Did she profess that belief out loud and hold it as a shield before her like some bible thumper? Not at all. Her faith was a private thing. This... what Tiberius spoke of... it was just a bit outside her comfort zone. Of course, that didn't seem to matter to the being that had followed them from the tavern.<br><br><em>”I have an inquiry for you both. Answer and you can keep your book. And you can keep your life. But answer honestly as my humor doesn’t need to be sated with foolishness.” </em><br><br>There were times in which Kade seemed to lack that most basic of traits gifted to most individuals at birth, mind you she wasn't the only person to lack this certain thing called “common sense” but it was more that hers seemed to go missing at certain times. Now was such a time for the second the pink eyed man—she doubted such a simple word described the truth of what he was as he set every hair on end—referenced the book she'd acquired defiance surfaced with a hot rush of anger fast on its heels. <br><br><em>”So here is my riddle for you. You find yourself standing before a fountain of power and there is a war raging between good and evil, angels and demons. This power itself could very well tilt the balance on either scale. Would you take the side of divinity, live in a world of peace and tranquility, but knowing most ambitions would be governed over? Would you go demonic, a land enslaved with darkness, bowing your head to those above you? Or.. Would you use this power for yourself and shape a world as you see fit?”</em><br><br><em>Go feck your self,</em> was the first thing that came to Kade's mind and she almost said it plainly—common sense had fled surely—but thankfully Tiberius spoke first. As he spoke she looked around for any chance of escape, not sure if she wanted to trust her chances of survival to a man she was no longer sure was sane. He certainly seemed to believe the words he spoke, which was both troubling and oddly reassuring. Still, it was best if she separated herself from this nonsense before it truly cost her. If she could make it to the next building over she could lose them, she was sure. <br><br>By the time Antonius dropped in—something she felt but attributed to her tightly wound nerves though she did not turn—Kadence was turned completely from the two facing off and with hands clenched tightly around the book she'd tucked back into her pocket earlier, she attempted to make her way ever so quietly into the dark. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 16:01:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shenovi Katsakachi<br><strong>Title:</strong> Trumpeter<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern Vicinity<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Kadence, Antonius<br><br>He made no attempt to hide the yawn of boredom that escaped his lips when the human male went about his holy preaching business. How dull and so commonly placed, he could recall in former lives of similar babble; and fewer of ones that had merit behind the boldness. The poor idiot just didn’t see the bigger picture, nor did Shenovi have any desire or drive to grant any power to him. Such would be wasted, probably twisted and used to purge the demonic forces and that wouldn’t do, no, it wouldn’t do at all. The woman along him was also at a lack of words and he had half the mind to take the book from her just to get what he sought out of her. Also, did that male believe his wards would work, protection serve a point against an opposing force; prayer or curses did naught. He wasn’t bound by the laws of God or the Devil and as such he saw no need to serve them either.<br><br><strong>”Point your sword at me again, and I will rip out your intestines and hang you by them from the tallest cathedral I can find, for everyone to see.”</strong> He spoke dryly, the first of given comments that he would provide. Wouldn’t it be an interesting sight nonetheless, if there was anything Shenovi love to do, it was vexing one side by making a prime example of their choice servants. His gaze delivered a challenging glance towards the mortal, sizing him up, and he was one to hint towards arrogance? <strong>”Now that was a threat, you might wish to pursue the difference of such things in the future.”</strong> <em>If you live that long.</em> He added bluntly, easily shrugging the mortal off, despite being indirectly threatened from before.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sword though wouldn’t be any good for Shenovi, even though he despised wielding weapons; though he loathed holy and cursed ones the most, and frowned down on them being in the use of humans. <br><br><strong>”Now what will your answer be? I assure you, I am good to my word. Humor my curiosity and I will be on my way. The longer I dabble here the more likely I am to deal with other mortals and their… <em>charming</em> gestures.”</strong> The last was sighed out as his gazed flicked back to the male. <strong>”Or angels.”</strong> He continued dully, the presence was hinted, he could sense those of power, usually a tickle of goose bumps from what was amidst. Next the Demon Lord may pop up, Shenovi wouldn’t put it pass such a being if that were to happen. Even the idea made him laugh hysterically out loud, despite the inquiry he was given,&nbsp; it could be put off that he was laughing towards the Arch Angel that intruded in Shenovi‘s game; but not at all. <br><br>Though the riddle itself was also humorous and that madness had just as suddenly wavered as he calmed himself. <strong>”Why this realm is my <em>home</em>, and as a resident I do not take kindly of it being invaded by unwanted house guests. Though it appears my neighbors are too incompetent as well in allowing such to happen. The poor girl might even foresee me madder to talk to myself, unless Mr. Holy over there has the right amount of power to allow her to see you just as I; but I doubt it, I‘ll be surprise if he could shit a blessed turd. Needless to say, you are intruding on mortal business, would God approve, I wonder? I honestly care not. I still want my answer from her or I may be forced to force your hands in resistance in my effort to take the book; but I would rather just be on my way. You know, doing human stuff, sightseeing, gambling, plotting world domination, those types of things.”</strong> He breathed out, he didn’t give two shits about the book regardless nor did he care for how seriously they may take him for; although the way he went about on it was nonchalant. She could very well keep the damn thing, it was them that was making this a burden on himself, not the other way around.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 16:35:30</strong>
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				<strong>Antonius</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern alley<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shenovi, Tiberius, Kade<br><br>His voice carried with it the arrogance of one who held power and yet gave no care to the laws that governed such things. Antonius was annoyed with this being and his disregard for said laws of heaven and hell.<br>While you are correct in saying it is not right that I intervene in mortal matters. This man is here in this city at my request, as such I am responsible for him, and <strong>you</strong> are hardly to be considered mortal.<br>It was then he noticed faint traces of demon scent, odors commonly found with incubi. Summoning up power he looked about the area, he could see faint traces of power where the portal once stood. A trail of the spores could be seen floating off around the other side of the building, but the woman, she was covered in them, though their effect had long since worn off. The book she held radiated an ancient power to those who could see it. But he knew that such a book was not likely to have originated on Earth.<br><br>Creature tell me, you spoke of a book. Why do you want it? What is it's purpose to you?<br><br>It was then that Antonius felt the land scream. Something had just gone terribly wrong. Tiberius take the woman away from here. Looking the "man" in his pink eyes, I appeal to your more civilized nature and let them be for now, something has occured that threatens even you. Come to the chapel near the castle proper tomorrow morning after first bell and we shall discuss this book in further detail.<br><br>Antonius would've left then but he needed to ensure that Tiberius and the woman were safely away. This being before him was not someone he thought Tiberius could handle should he decide to not hold back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 16:42:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i871.photobucket.com/albums/ab277/sag4ever70/anime/Spike-buffy-the-vampire-slayer-9634.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tiberius<br><strong>Title:</strong> Demon Slayer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chasing Kade<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kadence, Shenovi, Antonius<hr><br><br><br>Antonius dropped down and Tiberius fell to his knees in a bow. <strong>"Antonius, my good friend, it is always a pleasure to see you.&nbsp; I take it you will not be picking up after all of my messes?&nbsp; For then, what good am I to you?"</strong> A smile lit up his face.&nbsp; Just being near Antonius did that to him.&nbsp; He heard what the demon was saying, but, he felt no need to respond.&nbsp; He had given the demon what he wanted, an answer.&nbsp; He felt no more obligation to play his little games with him, nor justify talking to such a wretched creature.&nbsp; He hadn't heard Kade say anything in a while.&nbsp; He felt his words of power fading, and he panicked.&nbsp; Then, realizing what was happening, he sighed.&nbsp; <strong>"My friend, this female, although she requires it, does not want any assistance.&nbsp; Even now, after I warned her not to stray too far from me, she is trying to run away.&nbsp; As if I wouldn't feel it.&nbsp; I....I think she thinks I'm insane.&nbsp; Antonius, you know I would only ask of this if it were important...May I open her eyes that she may see you?"</strong>&nbsp; Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Kade by the arm and spun her around.&nbsp; <strong>"Now listen here, girl.&nbsp; I know you think you are tough and strong and I know you think I'm crazy.&nbsp; And this probably isn't going to help my case, but...well..."</strong>&nbsp; With that, he placed his hand over Kade's eyes and, upon removing them, saw her gasp at Antonius' true form.&nbsp; He knew that somehow, saying I told you so wasn't a big enough comeback.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 17:13:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Famine (http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/122689/122689,1234861828,3/stock-photo-attractive-purple-haired-girl-in-glasses-25105390.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Location: Krum Farms</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br><br>Night allowed Famine to work her magic in the fields. Disguised as a farm hand, she walked happily down the lines of potatoes, lettuce and various other vegetables and fruits with a watering can, happily singing as she sprinkled water upon the rows. However, to the casual observer, this simply looked like a farm hand doing some late-night tending, which really wasn't all that strange. Someone was always watching the crops, so this looked natural. Refilling the water can at a nearby stream, she waved her hand over the can and smiled. "Okay, pretty little plants... I want you to all grow up wilted and decayed for boss man's march on the city!" With a childish chuckle, she continued to water, happily spreading her taint.<br><br>Famine was a unique 'demon'. While technically a demon, Famine was what was referred to as a member of the Four. The Four was a group of what Heaven believed to be 'necessary evils' in the human realm. They were War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. Without War, Man's faith cannot be tested. Without Famine, Man's perseverance cannot be tested. Without Pestilence, Man's ingenuity cannot be tested; and without Death, Man's soul cannot be reclaimed. They cannot be killed, nor is it legal for angels to do so. They can be driven off, yes... but never killed.<br><br>---<br><strong>Pestilence (http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkjbc9RXW81qbqb3yo1_500.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Location: Barn</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br><br>As her sister worked her own magic with the fields, Pestilence dressed herself up as another farm hand and slipped into the barns to see to the cows and other animals. Through her long-sleeved linen shirt, she went down the line of cows and pigs, petting them gently. "Aw... such beautiful creatures... it really is a pity I have to kill you all." She smiled and planted a kiss on the hindquarter of a cow. "Oh, but don't be sad! It's for the advancement of Master's plan! Don't worry... I'll make it fast." Reaching into her linen shirt, she pulled out a most grotseque spider (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/217/7/0/black_yellow_poison_spider_by_Eureka747.jpg), and held it to her face, petting it like it was her pet. "There, there, Annabelle... you'll get to have some fun after all..." She placed the spider on the cow's head and patted it's back end. "Go on. Go on, girl. Do your thing." The spider took a few steps forward on the cow's nose before it paused. As the cow happily chewed it's cud, the spider slipped into it's mouth, and down it's throat.<br><br>She went down the line to each cow and repeated the process, each with a different kind of spider, each with it's own name. Before long, cows and pigs were falling over dead from poison and other reasons. When the farm hands would come and check on them in the morning... they would get a most gruesome surprise. For not only were the animals dead... they were also egg sacks... ones that would break open by morning tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 23:01:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Luis_royo_thefishingline.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Glasya<br>&nbsp;<strong>Title:</strong> Succubus<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Playhouse of Krum<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Xenolord, Arkand<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br>Glasya had no need of a Summoner to gain access to the mortal world. All she needed was the dead of night. <br><br>And so it was, in the deep darkness of the forest that surrounded the city of Krum. From the shadows of the tall, thick trees this Demoness would step, and it seemed the very land reacted to her presence. Any natural sounds that would occur in a natural setting simply ceased. No insects, no night birds or animals, even the wind seemed to stop momentarily. She was in her true for to begin, horns curling from her head, black bat-like wings folding slightly to surround her naked form, and with each step she took, she gathered to herself that form that humans would see.<br><br>Her head would lift, the light night breeze teasing dark curls about her face, breathing in the air. A slow curl of her lips would occur, a flash of golden hues before shifting to the normalcy of human eyes. It seems her Lord had sent out Pestilence and Famine to shake things up a bit. How delightful. She could feel the havoc her 'sisters' were creating, could almost hear the screams of Nature as it succumbed to their attentions. But that was not why she was here...<br><br>… She would travel through the Shadows, making her way to Krum easily and swiftly, streaking through the streets, the alleys, listening to the inhabitants speak. Gaining the information she needed. Finding out about a certain play being put on, eventually coming to the playhouse. It would be there she would watch and listen from the Darkness she was able to wrap around her, to hide within. It was there that she found not only the one she was to watch, Reginald Carter, but the presence of the Divine as well. Oh she could not help the physical feeling of rage that swept through her, knowing an Angel was already present. Yet her Lord had spoken. She was merely to watch, and report. The Deamonette upon her shoulder was chittering excitedly, and Glasya would nod, whispering to Pachino. “ Fly my sweet. Return to our Lord and let him know that Reginald Carter has been found, and that he has already been spotted by Angelic presence. Return with his word swiftly.” As the Deamonette flew off upon her orders, headed to report to Xenolord, she would continue seeking. Around the playhouse, finally to spot a lone man, settled in a haystack where he might take in the show, idly amusing himself with his small amount of magic. <br><br>The King.<br><br>A slow breath she would gather in, making her way through the shadows only to finally step forth, perhaps 10 feet from where Arkand reclined. It would almost seem like the shadows would slide off her flesh, oozing from her very person to the ground at her feet. Surely just a trick of the light. Though she was in her human guise, her presence was palpable. She could be felt within the very air, and heads would turn as she languidly strolled, seeming to watch the goings on around her. The firelight glinted off her dark hair, causing her milky flesh to alight in a delicious low. As a Succubus, her very presence caused all to see her, all to want her, male and female alike. She wore a simple peasants dress (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/img/c/0/0/151/4/AAAADEL4GnMAAAAAAVFNzQ/denim-peasant-dress.jpg?v=1304386688000), light clean cotton of a deep blue. The off the shoulder top accentuated her shoulders and sleek neck, the tops of milky mounds just covered enough to give an enticing view. The skirt was almost sheer, enough that the silhouette of long legs could be seen as she passed by light, the material hugging the swell of her hips that swayed with each bare-footed step. A smile would be upon glossed lips, full and ripe, and her eyes of gold would sweep the area around her, ignoring each and every look of longing she received... until she allowed her gaze to fall upon the King.<br><br>When she did he would feel it physically. As a Succubus of her caliber her Power was intense, and Arkand would flush with desire the moment her gleaming eyes fell upon him. Her steps were silent as she moved towards the King, and even though there was a predatory way she moved, her lovely face would quickly shift to innocent delight. Laughing and clapping her hands, she would point at Arkands' hand as he snapped forth little balls of flame, speaking finally. “ Oh! What a lovely trick! How <em>do</em> you do that Sir?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 00:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/HumanKing.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arkand<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Human King<br><strong>Location:</strong> Playhouse<br><br>The play was interesting, to be sure, but in his time at court he had gotten the habit of not paying attention to entertainment, and though he wanted to for this play, his eyes wandered a bit as he looked out over his city. Though something was odd. The are across the walls where the fields were seemed... darker, and the feeling in his gut told him: stranger. Of course it was too far to see, and anyway he figured it could also be his imagination. He knew very little about crops, besides the basic ideas. He had never really needed to know in the past and certainly not now. The only time he had truly been in one, apart from viewing them in a royal inspection, was the few times he had salted and burned them in his mercenary days. Of course, that was completely different.<br><br>Still, he realized maybe it could use his attention. That was, until his attention was torn to something else.<br><br>As he felt the woman's gaze on him he felt a tang in his chest. A spell perhaps? No, it was just his heart banging against his chest as their eyes met. He had sampled himself a good amount of women in his time, but with his position came more changes and along with other things, made him a little bit cooler on the subject. But a look at her caused his face to flush slightly.<br><br>"Oh... this?"<br><br>He said as his eyes almost tore away from her to look at what she was talking about, but were unable to.<br><br>"Just simple magic... mostly just a parlor trick. I'm not going to do anything larger, I am sitting on a haystack after all."<br><br>Simple conversation seemed like his only defense at this point. She was just irresistibly lovely, and the way that her skin and hair glistened in the moonlight was almost ethereal... Almost... It was a similar feeling... and a similar situation. And, the memories started to come back. Could it be? No... it wasn't the same, not the same person at least. In fact, he had a hard time believing it might be a similar situation. It would be unfair on the girl if it was, but he couldn't shake the uneasiness he had at the staggering amount of beauty she unveiled.<br><br>He had to know... but how could he? And if he was wrong, would she be offended? His brow furrowed and he moved his face closer to hers, trying to avert his eyes but failing to do so. No... she couldn't... but... there it was, faint, but unique. With a sigh, he withdrew, tearing his face away.<br><br>"You're... very beautiful... Brimstone has a very unique smell, if you know what you're looking for."<br><br>He seemed almost ashamed in himself. Even knowing what she probably was, he wouldn't mind... dallying with her. But it was the deception that truly scared him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 06:23:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baa'lethor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kadence, Tiberious, Shenovi, Antonious, Reginald, Noelle, Zefiriel, Glasya, Arkand<br><strong>Location/time:</strong> Dark Alley, Theatre, Behind Tavern<br><br>Pachiko was losing his mind, flitting and fluttering around Baa'lethor's head like the most obnoxious sort of pest.<br><br>"You weren't even supposed to have that! Much less, bring it <em>here</em>! Now you've lost it, the banned text of forbidden spells! How could you? How dare you? The Lord will be so displeased!" Pachiko tittered on, absolutely beside himself with worry. "You've really done it now! Stripped of title, tossed back to the plains, both of us! Oh Satan! What can we do?"<br><br>"Calm yourself!" Baa'lethor hissed at the daemonette, expelling pores of "Aggravated Frustration" which smelled like salt water taffy and fresh cut lemons. "Need I remind you that this is all your fault? You're the one who summoned me face first into some fit bird's knickers! Even if that lot figures out what they've got there, none of 'em can even read a word of it, much less harness the kind of high level magic it describes. Just take a breath and let's focus on the task at hand. Cloak my clothes, I'm going to try and find these... Sacrifices."<br><br>Baa'lethor jumped sharply into the air and in an instant changed shape into a black crow, his clothes falling into a pile on the ground as he flew out of the neck hole. A brief flutter of wings and a few falling black feathers, and Baa'lethor was perched on the edge of the nearest roof. He took a moment to preen himself, narrow beak slipping into the plumage on his chest. His head shook for a moment, bird feathers tended to itch unless they were lying just so. As soon as his new form was in order, the Incubus took to wing.<br><br>It wasn't long before Pachiko caught back up, fluttering after the crow. When the daemonette looked like he was about to resume chastising, Baa'lethor silenced him with a sharp "Kaa!" sound that issued forth from his beak.<br><br>It was easy to move through the air, and the midnight colored plumage afforded him perfect camouflage in the night sky. First he doubled back, soaring in a wide arc over the lot behind the tavern where he had been summoned. It seemed that Kadence had the right idea, trying to flee the situation, but was having a devil of a time with it. The Big Bleached Blond Bully was grabbing at her face and repeatedly halting her escape. Further complicating the situation was the most unexpected variable yet, another demon, one who might possess the knowledge to translate the Forbidden Text.<br><br>Worse yet, an Etherial had arrived on the scene, not just any Etherial, but the bleeding Archangel had chosen that dusty lot to stage his own arrival to the Earthly realm. Quite unsettling indeed. For now, Baa'lethor decided that discretion in this was the better part of valour, Shenovi wasn't a part of Baa's mission, so he felt no need to defend the sneaky demon from the Archangel, perhaps Kadence could make her escape while Shenovi and the Etherial were locked in combat. He made a wide turn, wings spread wide, banking toward the town center. Away from the violence that seemed inevitable.<br><br>Finding the Chosen Sacrifice proved to be no problem at all, as the theatre in the town center bore his name painted across massive banners, almost ten feet high. This of course offered its own set of challenges, given the nature of his mission. Too public, to out in the open.<br><br>Flying toward the theatre, Baa'lethor also caught sight of Glasya already at work on the young King of Krum. He rolled his avian eyes at the sight, passing overhead to perch lightly on the roof facing the stage. This would be a good opportunity to identify his targets without being identified himself. In spite of everything that had gone wrong, Baa'lethor felt generally optimistic about the realization that his targets were artists.<br><br>After watching enough of the show to be assured that Reginald was going to stay put for a while, Baa'lethor fluttered back to the tavern. Perching quietly on the roof, Baa'lethor watched the events unfold, willing to intervene only if Kadence seemed in danger of losing the Incubus' treasure to one of these... "Others".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 19:21:58</strong>
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				Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: the theatre<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Deva<br><br>The audience laughed, cheered, gasped and whistled at every turn of events that brought life to the stage, being completely oblivious to the dramatical changes taking place outside the playhouse. <br><br>Zefiriel could sense the ground trembling with malignant energy and by the time the sun would cast its rays on the land of Krum once more,&nbsp; she would hear the dreadful wailing of nature’s guardian spirit. The roaring of thunder announced the storm to come, as the wind blew violently over the land, taking rooftops and splitting rotten trees, making them fall to the ground. The rain was fierce, followed by hail in big chunks of ice that could kill small creatures in an instant. The angel could hear the bustling city giving way to chaos and then to silence when every man, woman and child eventually found shelter somewhere in the buildings and houses of Jeron.&nbsp; Her first thought was to take flight and find Antonius, to ask him if the demons have found their way into the city and if there was anything he could do to stop their march. Instead, she found herself bound by her mission, not being able to flee when another presence filled the humid air within the theatre.&nbsp; <br><br>She had seen a horned figure entering the room, cloaked in human form and what a lovely form it was. Tempting like old wine and sweet like honey to the human tongue, the graceful young woman could have fooled even an angel with her charms of innocence. Yet purity is not a virtue that can be faked, it glows from within the soul, taking the shape of its physical shell in the form of a golden aura. <br><br>Zefiriel froze for a moment, trying to decide where to go first. She doubted she had the power to protect both sacrifices if they weren’t together and she had no idea for which of them the demoness had came for. Maybe for both.&nbsp; She was intrigued by the temptress, how innocent and delightful she seemed. <br><br>“Why is she heading for that man?” she asked Deva unwillingly, puzzled by the succubus’ actions. “Does she think he is…who is he?”&nbsp; The honey eyed angel sensed him as a being full of inner conflicts tempered by a soldier’s self control and undiscovered leadership skills. It was all that she could gather based on the reddish aura around him. He looked mesmerized by the newcomer, in a subtle way. The angel had heard about the succubi's tremendous power of attraction over humans, men and women alike, but she had yet to witness such an event. Alas, she couldn't take human form until dusk and she couldn't interfere between them. All that she could do was to watch and hope that the demoness had no idea of Reginald's or Noelle's existence, nor what role they had to play in the upcoming battle. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 23:10:15</strong>
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				<strong>Deva, the random angel<br>Location: Theatre<br>Tagged: Zefiriel, Arkand, Glasya</strong><br><br>Deva peeked around at the angels comment, having been busy watching the play and brushing around a bit.. got to keep that old broom in shape! she peeked over.<br><br>"I dunno, Why's a fly going for honey?" she chuckled with a somewhat ironic response. Holier then Deva attitude but green behind the ears well ghost ears. did she have ears?. though sounding like a funny bell, that's the impression she had of Zefiriel right now. Perhaps did have ears. Did answer -some- questions<br><br>"or if you rather ask me why the demon is going to try and nom.." while deva had no 'sense' to tell about any purity or not purity she could add 2+2 with the angel reacting startled to a beautiful woman "on that guy despite him not having any apparent divine powers? Siiimple, she wants to use him, what other reason would there be..." she pondered<br>"perhaps I should go and disturb this a little bit? Just to make sure" she winked, wandering over lazily, on the way slowly brushing the ground with her broom, humming slightly.. without disturbing the audience too much hopefully!<br><br>"dusting dusting, dusting dusting dusting.. yeah!"<br><br>She stepped in between Glasya and Arkam, rather nonchalantly.<br><br>"Hello, sir, excuse me please buuuut, really sorry, there is a stain, could you step back just a little so I could clean it up before it stains away on the ground, stains are such terrible things don't you think, once a stain gets into things it spreads around like eeeeveryyywhere and then you have to watch out to not step in it" she bopped her head, and by extension her silly hat up and down, nodding, indicating what was barely worth mentioning a speck of dirt on the ground, presenting her broom like an insignia, turning to wink slightly at Glasya.<br><br>"oooh hey, you are cute! Enchantingly so! I'm Deva! So sorry if I interrupted your talk, I promise to make it up to you, how about I invite you for a drink? I borrowed some wine from a monastery I bet you'd just -love- the taste" <br><br>She said, while brushing, presuming the man stepped back, the floor, smiling her stupid-innocent smile while having a firm grip on her broom, nodding apologetic once or twice if her apperance was not startling errr convincing enough.<br><br>(((edited cause I got confused, can we agree to call it the theatre, I first thought there where different locations for a while))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 07:38:22</strong>
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				Reginald Carter, The Sacrificial Playwright<br>Location: Theatre<br>Tagged: The audience<br><br>It was only a few moments after the shenanigans behind the curtain were done and over with that they were being drawn open once more, the second stage of the play ready to go. All the players for this scene were already in position, and as the lights above fell down upon them, and the expectant gaze of the audience was upon them, they came to life. <br><br>Many "Background actors" were just sitting around, presumably in meditation or prayer. The action of the scene tended to occur around them, with the actors being well-trained, and showing nor eal reaction to any of the goings-on. <br><br>Highlights of the second part of the stage include the titular Basket-headed Monk being chastised for not taking his duties to the temple seriously, and for choosing tow ear an outdated garb (the basket) that was no longer in conventional use by the monks. <br><br>Their is also one part near the end of the act wherein the Monk, still without a proper name, is told that he needs to leave the monastery and think about what it truly is he wants to do with his life, as being a monk may not be the right life for him.<br><br>This sort of rejection leads him to question a man, whom appears to be just a plain farmer, what does he do when he's sad and needs to think about something long and hard?<br><br>The answer, of course, is to go to a tavern! <br><br>***<br><br>Their would be another brief intermission, during which time, the next scene would be set up. This next set is quite elaborately done, with an actual bar and stools brought out onto the stage, complete with a shelf of liquor, and glasses and such. Hell, their are even some trestle tables and chairs, occupied by people dressed as commoners and engaging in card games, and drinking contests.<br><br>To say that Reginald went all out on his performances would be an understatement. This is partly why people love him and his work so dearly; his dedication to making the scenes as believable as possible could, applied to other subjects, be adequately described as "zealotry".<br><br>Highlights (beyond the ludicrous attention to detail) include the Basket-Headed Monk drinking wine while maintaining the basket upon his head, much to the skepticism and disbelief of both actors and play patrons alike. The man has skills. <br><br>The scene, despite the distractions, focuses mostly on the Monk talking with the bartender and working through what it is he wants to do. Which is, apparently, to pursue this noble and elegant woman that had caught his attention by not paying attention to him (Ironically enough). <br><br>Another intermission would follow at the close of that scene, with the man in the mask and elegant suit coming out once more to intone, "A ten minute intermission will follow. On behalf of all of us humble actors, we give you our thanks, for casting your gaze upon our stage. The fourth act, and then the final, fifth act, will be coming along shortly." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 22:48:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Luis_royo_thefishingline.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Glasya<br>&nbsp;<strong>Title:</strong> Succubus<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location</strong> Krum Theatre<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Deva, Zirifiel, Arkand, Reginald<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><em>"Just simple magic... mostly just a parlor trick. I'm not going to do anything larger, I am sitting on a haystack after all."</em><br><br>Glasya would dip her head slightly, laughing gently, allowing a light blush to cross over her pronounced cheekbones at Arkand's small humor.&nbsp; A hand would come up, slender fingers toying with the ties at the top of her breasts, long nails brushing just barely over the flesh before dropping again to lace her fingers together in front of her, smiling gently upon the handsome human. “ That would be something to avoid. We would not wish to disturb such a wonderful play now would we?” Gleaming eyes would sweep slowly over his person, the tip of her tongue teasing out to slide languidly over her lower lip, giving Arkand this split second of desire, of deep need within her gaze before demurely easing her eyes away again, just in time to look to the stage and hear the announcement of intermission.<br><br>Glancing back at the King, lips would part to inquire something new until an annoyance made its way between she and her prize. A fly that rambled on in the most agitating voice, spewing forth drivel. Within Glasya seethed, wanting nothing more then to latch her hand onto Deva's face and rip off the flesh. She would rather hear screams then the jabber spilling forth from the waif. Even as Deva continued on, Glasya would slip around the girl to stand near the Kings side, taking on a look of gentle amusement. She would lean slightly towards Arkand's ear, turning her head enough towards him to allow her warm breath to tease against his neck, her timbre a soft purr, her own scent of wildflowers in full bloom of spring teasing his senses, murmuring gently. “ I don't even know your name Sir, but I find your company... refreshing. Perhaps we could move closer to the stage, allowing us to finish watching this lovely performance, then mayhap you would deign to accompany a simple woman home?”<br><br>From the corner of her eye she would watch Deva, wishing with all her might she could eliminate the girl in a wash of blood. Yet... the Divine presence seemed to be connected to her. Interesting. Indeed Glasya was very aware of Zefiriel's presence, as well as the fact the Angel could do nothing in the night but watch. She was obviously here to protect the one that Xenolord had sent her to watch. Ah, but <em>why</em> was she not given leave to deal with things in her own way? What had she ever done but prove herself worthy? Sighing softly, she would turn her attention back to Arkand, waiting his answer. She hoped to stay to the end of the play to keep her eye on Reginald, to watch and see where he ended up for the night, and to watch the Divine as well. One way or another, she would have her way in the War to come... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 01:53:55</strong>
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				<strong>Famine and Pestilence</strong><br><strong>Krum's Farms</strong><br><strong>Open</strong><br><br>"Done Famine!" Pestilence smiled as she offered her sister a hug.<br><br>"Done Pestilence!" The other responded, taking the offered hug. "D'you think the boss is happy with our work? We did everything he wanted, right?" She looked over as a mass of sickly green gas rose from the fields and farm houses. Famine smiled. "We killed the crops..."<br><br>"And we killed the cattle..." Pestilence continued, looking over. "All that's left to do is report back! Oh, he's going to be so happy! So happy, so glad, so jubilous!" THe sisters hugged once more and disappeared into the night.<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Xenolord; Archlord of the Underworld</strong><br><strong>Underworld</strong><br><strong>Famine, Pestilence, Pachino</strong><br><br>The dark man, leader of the Underworld, watched as his soldiers prepared for war. His smiths hammered out weapons and armor to fight, while his footsoldiers trained with one another, sparring in preparation. He, himself, was ready for war as he stood, dressed in his armor and his weapon at his side, he nodded. Sensing a presence behind him, he watched as the little Deamonette assigned to Glasya appeared behind him. "Ah, Pachino. What word do you bring?" The little Deamonette told him her mistress' words and bowed in mid-flight. "Good! Excellent. Tell Glasya that she is to keep an eye on him so long as she beleives it safe to do so. If her fears are correct, and the heavenly ones are around, they will not hesitate to... interfere." Pachino bowed and vanished.<br><br>"Boss man! Boss man!" Came Famine and Pestilene's voices as they arrived upon him, panting as they bowed. "We did as you asked, boss man!" Famine smiled.<br><br>"Yea! Yea, the animals are all dead or dying!" Pestilence gleemed.<br><br>"Yea yea! Yea! Crops are all wilty too! Soon the whole kingdom will suffer!"<br><br>"Most excellent!" He hugged the two. "You have preformed admirably. There is... something I would have you both do. There are people in the mortal realm... ones of great interest. The first is a man named Tiberius. He is a Demon Hunter... and a powerful one at that. Famine. You are to watch this man, and weaken him if it all possible."<br><br>"Yes sir, boss man sir!" She saluted and vanished.<br><br>"And Pestilence... your target is a woman named Deva. I believe her to be... touched. If she can be corrupted and pulled into our fold, she will become a powerful asset. Do you understand your job?"<br><br>"Oh! Oh, yes sir! I'll get right to it!" She, like her sister, vanished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelations</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 03:56:26</strong>
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				<strong>Noelle: The Sacrifical Lamb<br>Location: The Theater in the Rafters (Alone ;D)<br>Tagged: No one</strong><br><br>Peering down at the performance as it occurred, Noelle smiled to herself, resting comfortably against one of the bars that supported the railing of the catwalk. As she watched the performers, her own mind filled with thoughts of things she could write, narrating for herself the world as she saw it, like a book that was constantly being written. Licking her lips, she leaned a little closer, hooking her leg around the bar and leaning out a bit so she could better see Reginald. <br><br>What an eccentric, curious, wonderful man. <br><br>As the act came to a close, Noelle took one of the flowers she had been saving, holding it out in front of her and dropping it, intending to have it fall in front of Reginald as he sat nearer to the center of the stage. Should he look up, she would be sure to wave to him, and she fluttered the notepad so that he’d know she was soon to be working on something. Critiques, or her own personal work, no one could be sure. <br><br>When she leaned back, she was suddenly aware of a strange…heavy presence directly above her. Disturbed, she pulled her legs back, shifting to her knees as she looked towards the roof. For one reason or another, Noelle believed that there was someone…something…up there. <br><br>Even as the thoughts filled her conscious mind, she began to realize that her anxiety was more than likely just a part of her over-active imagination. A writer’s playground existed in an idle mind, and anxiety was the hand maiden of creativity. So, she drew in a deep, calming breath, took her attention away from the roof, and turned to watch the rest of the show. <br><br>It never benefitted someone to be anxious for anything anyway. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 21:52:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Kadence1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kadence Hewitt<br><strong>Title:</strong> Historian / Fledgling Adventurer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Shenovi, Antonius<hr><br>There she was... minding her own business, not hurting a fly as she attempted to sneak off into the darkness, when all of a sudden Mr. Big Paws was there with the grabby hands again. Needless to say there was a lot of rather undignified sputtering as she attempt to free herself from Tiberius' grip as he spun her back around. <br><br><em>"Now listen here, girl.”</em> Girl?! What was she 12?! Never the right way to start out with a woman who believed herself quite capable, a fact that was backed by the glower she pinned him with. <em>“I know you think you are tough and strong and I know you think I'm crazy.&nbsp; And this probably isn't going to help my case, but...well..."</em><br><br>Kadence didn't even let him finish speaking before her own voice rose to combat his, <strong>“You're damn right I think you're crazy. To think I though you attractive at first! The nerve! I should have know something was up the moment I laid eyes on you!”</strong> There was a brief pause when his hand came up to cover her eyes and not truly knowing his intent she struck out with a fist aimed solidly at his gut. <strong>“Unhand me you raving lunati--oh!” </strong><br><br>She happened to catch Antonius' form at the periphery of her vision and going still, she was forced to turn her gaze to the figure that had not been there a second ago to be sure she was truly seeing what she thought she was seeing. She was quiet for a long moment, not really following the conversation between the pink eyed man and Antonius but rather trying to deduce just what Tiberius had drugged her with and how. Oh he was good. Sick, but good. She hadn't had a drink this night so she had to wonder if it was some sort of gas that he'd tricked her into sniffing or he'd gotten something on her skin somehow that was causing her to hallucinate. <br><br>In the back of her mind Kade wondered why she hadn't trusted her instincts and stayed inside this night. Not that she was truly regretting the acquisition of her new tome but, really... this was a bit of a high price to pay. Now she had to try and figure out what the crazy man wanted with her. Hopefully he didn't intend to kidnap her and force her to help him raise a cult or something else outlandish. <br><br>As a truly rational being with a highly tuned sense of intuition, Kadence was sort of stuck between a rock and a hard place. Her gut screamed at her to flee, that this was more real than anything she was equipped to deal with but her mind refused to accept the truth of what she was seeing. Simply put, if angels and demons truly did exist and they had indeed come to this town for... well for whatever reason, she and all the towns people were screwed. <br><br>Her pale green eyes were wide when she turned back to Tiberius and though she could not necessarily make it out on his face she thought she detected a bit of smugness coming from him. Those wide eyes narrowed instantly and it became apparent that if he were truly a wise man he'd swallow it back quickly and not dare utter anything even remotely similar to “I told you so”.<br><br>Heaving a sigh that forced her bosom to rise a bit more than she was used to with the tight and low cut bodice of her dress, she snatched her arm back from the taller man, <strong>“Alright... you have my attention, oh holy warrior”</strong> She rolled her eyes as those last words left her lips and gestured toward the two figures she'd rather be far far away from and then crossed her arms, <strong>“What is this about? And why can I not just go home?”</strong> Her tone and manner suggested she was much more calm than she truly was. She was simply biding her time before she ditched the psycho's altogether, mmhmm... yep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 10:23:34</strong>
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				<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: the theatre<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Reginald</strong><br><br>The rest of the play remained somewhere in the background, as Zefiriel’s attention was now directed towards another kind of story that unfolded in her presence.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but feel amusement upon seeing how Deva decided to handle the possible threat, but if the demoness would eventually decide to get rid of the annoyance herself, then her little protégé was in real trouble. <br><br>Even Zefiriel, a full angel such as she was, couldn’t determine if the succubus would be hard to deal with or not. She supposed that it had to be a lesser demon since Glasya went for the average human (true, he was exquisitely handsome, but a normal human after all) instead of targeting “their chosen ones”. She wished that Antonius was here to guide her. <br>Zefiriel didn’t tell her new commander when she received this mission what she truly felt, that he had sent her in the wolf’s den without offering her the proper tools for the job. He could have at least given her one of his weapons,after all he had so many, surely he could spare one for her. Zefiriel doubted that she could make much use of it though, she never wielded one before. <br><br>Nevertheless, the angel found herself in a bit of a predicament. Supposedly the succubus had no idea that this playhouse was under the protection of the divines… WHAM! That could have been the sound that came out of Zefiriel’s forehead if she had human form to slap it. <br><br>“Of course she has no idea that this is protected BECAUSE I DIDN’T MAKE THE PROTECTION FIELD! How could I forget something like this?” <br><br>It seems that our honey eyed angel was too distracted by the commotion upon entering the theatre to fulfill her duty by the book. As a guardian angel there was this first rule you had to follow when protecting someone that has been entrusted to you: make a protection shield around him and a protection field around the house. The first she’d done naturally upon being in Reginald's and Noelle's presence, but the latter..well…no wonder any demon (high ranked or low ranked) could enter, it was open to everybody!<br><br>It was too late now to drive the succubus away, once she was in it was hard to get Glasya out. The least Zefiriel could do was to keep other demons away from the playhouse and while everyone enjoyed the intermission with the complementary peanuts and grapejuice, she circled the building a couple of times to perfom the divine ritual. <br><br>As she spread her silver wings on top of the playhouse, thousands of feathers fell around it in a circular motion, creating a blessed coating of divine origin (a feather-patterned energy bubble, if you will). The barrier was invisible to human eyes, but to any other kind of supernatural being it was bright to the point of blinding one’s eyes.&nbsp; Zefiriel feared for a moment that this might also draw the attention of the Demon lord and his followers, but it was better to be safe than sorry.<br><br><em>Now if only Lord Antonius would send some of his soldiers over here, I could rest a bit.</em> she thought weakened by the effort. <br>She made her way slowly back into the theatre, in the very same room in which Reginald was waiting the end of what she hoped to be the last intermission.&nbsp; <br><br>“You have no idea how much trouble you give me.” She said kindly and sat on his right shoulder, reducing her size to fit there and also to regain her energy. To anyone capable of seeing the supernatural, she would have looked like a fairy stuck in a golden ball of light, leaning against the eccentric man’s headbasket. <br><br>“You know, you should marry that girl. I sense spring flowers and throbbing heartbeats whenever she’s near you.”&nbsp; She concluded before closing her eyes, knowing that she could say anything as long as he didn’t hear the words. Maybe a little tingle of bells, if he was gifted like Deva.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 05:11:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n587/FrankReshman/Spike-buffy-the-vampire-slayer-9634.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tiberius<br><strong>Title:</strong> Demon Slayer/Bodyguard<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kade, Shenovi, Antonius<hr><br>Tiberius was finally able to swallow his smugness.&nbsp; It wasn't fit of a warrior of God, he reasoned, and he shouldn't have felt it to begin with.&nbsp; Still, this woman in front of him presented him with a multitude of emotions he hadn't felt in years.&nbsp; Real, actual human emotions; smugness, anger, frustration, admiration, respect, and a certain twinging in his chest, among other places, when she looked at him with those big green eyes of hers.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, trying to gauge the situation and trying to figure out what to do next.&nbsp; To be honest, he was surprised, and a little impressed that she hadn't gone into denial or shock at seeing the Archangel in person.&nbsp; <br><br>He tried to detach himself from the scene like Antonius had once taught him to do.&nbsp; There was something dangerous about the pink-eyed-man, that was for certain.&nbsp; However, exactly how dangerous he was, he could not be sure, though, if Antonius had come down to interfere, he could not be human.&nbsp; Furthering his evidence that this man was not all he seemed, the Archangel usually let Tiberius fight his own battles.&nbsp; There had never been divine intervention before; not like this, anyways.&nbsp; No, the man must have been something special to have caught the attention of the Archangel.&nbsp; He opened his eyes again after a few seconds and stared right into the eyes of....her.<br><br><strong>"Alright, Kade, was it?&nbsp; Alright, Kade, I have no idea what is going through your head right now, but I'm coming with you back to your house."</strong><br><br>As soon as he said it, he felt his brain explode into a million pieces.&nbsp; He slowly opened his mouth, then closed it.&nbsp; He tried once more to speak, before uttering forth a <strong>"I mean to say, you're not safe alone..."</strong><br><br>It was probably the weakest thing he could have possibly said, but, he hoped she would allow him to protect her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Look, I apologize for everything that has happened so far.&nbsp; I'm not asking you to like me, or to even trust me.&nbsp; But so far, I have done nothing to harm you.&nbsp; Please, allow me to accompany you and act as your bodyguard.&nbsp; Evil things are afoot in Krum, and you are not safe; no matter how competent you think you are at self-defense, I can assure you there are things you will need me for."</strong><br><br>With that, he sheathed his sword and looked up to his friend.&nbsp; <strong>"Antonius!&nbsp; I'm going to get this female to safety.&nbsp; I am leaving this urchin in your care.&nbsp; Take care my friend!"</strong>&nbsp; He flashed the large angel a grin and motioned for Kade to hurry out of the alley.&nbsp; As she turned, he couldn't resist looking her up and down.&nbsp; Protecting her for a few days?&nbsp; He could think of worse assignments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 05:31:12</strong>
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				<strong>Famine</strong><br><strong>Outside the Tavern</strong><br><strong>Tiberius; Open</strong><br><br>Famine watched the man named Tiberius speak to a woman, Kade, by her name.&nbsp; Folding her arms across her chest, she gave a great smile. "Thank you, Master... you always give me the best of assignments." Tracing her lips with a finger, a green glow appeared around them, and vanished. She put on her best drunk girl impression she could muster, staggering up to Tiberius. She gave a whoop as she practically fell onto him, her arms holding his shoulders. "I' sorry..." She slurred, looking up at him. "Feet 'r no' cwoperatin' with me tonight..." She smiled at Tiberius and leaned in. "Sucha handsome man..." She planted a drunk kiss on his lips and staggered off him. "WOOO!" Stumbling around the corner, she called into the night air. "I stole a kiss from a MAN!" It wouldn't be long before Famine's magic was at work, and Tiberius would find his metabolism faster, his stomach growing hungry faster.<br><br>---<br><strong>Pestilence</strong><br><strong>Theater</strong><br><strong>Deva; Open</strong><br><br>Pestilence watched the woman named Deva dance around the stage in an inane stupor. "Touched doesn't even begin to cut it, does it?" She smiled, leaning in a little to watch the display between the King and the Jester. "Is it Insanity? Or perhaps Joy? Which demon has touched you?" Smiling to herself, she started over. Only one way to find out. Intentionally running into her, the collision sent both to their butts.<br><br>"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!" Pestilence apologized, helping Deva off the ground. "Ooooh, I'm such a klutz, I'm so sorry about that, are you alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 06:40:09</strong>
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				Tiberius was shocked as a strange woman rounded the corner and fell into him.&nbsp; Before he could ask her what her problem was, she planted her lips onto his.&nbsp; Disgusted, he threw the woman off of him as she went cackling into the night and tried wiping his mouth of her foul taste.&nbsp; Getting rid of the nasty taste, he shot a look at Kade like "What was I supposed to do?" before offering her a chance to lead them out of the alleyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 14:41:05</strong>
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				Antonius was pleased to hear that Tiberius and the woman were finally leaving, once they were around the corner he decided not to wait for the being's reply. He launched himself into the air to view the area, knowing that his men should be moving to thier stations he could not ignore the scream of the land and searched for the location. As he searched he saw a great glowing bubble that signified a protection sphere, good he thought Zefiriel has found the chosen of squad of his men would be meeting with her soon to lend aid.<br><br>Something wafted up to him, he smelled decay and rot. Famine... now he knew what the scream was from. He looked down hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but as she was one of the four it was within her ability to remain hidden from all eyes but a select few and he was not yet one of them. Now he was torn between returning to the chapel to relay what he discovered and going to the fields himself. If the damage was already done then the poisons needed to be stopped first before restoration could begin that was not his specialty.<br><br>Returning to the chapel he called out, "ALL CAPTAINS TO ME, NOW!!" Once assembled he told them of the marked man and of the poisoning of the fields. Squadrons of his army were specifically trained to combat famine's diseases and plagues these were assembled and sent to the fields. Another squad was sent to watch the marked man to ensure nothing went wrong there. The squad that was to be assigned to Zefiriel had already left and should be there by this time. A runner was sent after them to tell Zefiriel to return to Antonius as soon as she was able to give her other reports.<br><br>Tapping his gauntletted taloned finger against his chin he thought who else did he need to see to... the king where is the king?! Men were sent to search for him but so far no reports had been received. Surely he had to be in his castle most human kings hardly ever left it. "Where is the human king? Why do we have no word on his location? Is it common for him to wander about his lands?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 16:08:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shenovi Katsakachi<br><strong>Title:</strong> Trumpeter<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tavern Vicinity/Wandering Off/Krum Farms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Kadence, Antonius/Open<br><br>A part of him wanted to rip the Arch Angel’s throat out for the continue interference, though it wouldn’t serve much a purpose to attempt such a feat the way Shenovi was now; nor did he believe any pactmaker would be so willing to give their life away to put him above and beyond that footing. In the end he had no choice, but to disperse; although he played it off coyly, feigning an abrupt amount of boredom within the situation. Another yawn came, what fleeting hostility suddenly vanishing from the atmosphere as he recoil and relaxed himself. <strong>”Obviously you mistake me for ’one of your own’ and are foolish to believe that there is anything to endanger my well being. “</strong> The angel wanted him to the church? Was that being high or just plain oblivious in placing any faith that Shenovi would willingly cooperate? The concept did share an amusing amount of light to it, but it wasn’t anything to ensnare his desire to aid; choosing sides was beneath him, especially towards a group that couldn’t grasp Shenovi’s purpose on Earth.<br><br><strong>”I’m going to go out and <em>play,</em> have fun with the demon menace. I know I <em>will.</em>”</strong> He called up towards the angel after he had taken flight. Shenovi didn’t waste any time lingering here any further, nor did he go out to pursue the two that had ran off to the alleyways. They weren’t much of a concern of his anymore, neither of them held the will to wield his power so he would just be a wasted blade. His body shifted, quickly and gracefully turning around, before he was finally off from the scene. Footsteps beating in fluent rhythm as his feet carried him further and further from the tavern. The night wouldn’t last forever and Shenovi wanted to accomplish as much as possible before he may take his rest somewhere- where, yet he was unsure,- not that he needed to sleep, but it was a good time killer.<br><br>Play he did, within a short amount of time he had broken into several shops and took what he wanted. Bags to carry the stolen merchandise that were filled with clothing, oils, jewelry and all sorts of miscellaneous trinkets and strangely enough he still managed to pay for everything, despite what he had stolen. Jewelry of interest had been replaced by some of that of more value that he took from the bandit leader, other clothing and items were also paid by a ring or something of more value place on the counter alone with a ‘sorry for breaking your door down, this should cover all expanses’ note. Whether it did or not, Shenovi didn’t care, the shopkeepers should be thankful to have something returned to them in the process- although if others broke in afterwards and stole the rest, that was beyond him, he always <em>paid</em> for everything he took.<br><br>&nbsp;Before he was all good and done of his shopping and touring spree, he found himself near the farms, where the foulness was afoot. The bag he holstered over his shoulder was dropped to the ground, relieving himself of the additional weight he had been lugging around. He opened the contents, removing some oils he had taken, though he had nothing to soak them in. He didn’t want to get too close to the fields, he didn’t like the aroma from the dead plants; though the barn on the other hand. Well, nothing was stopping him in splashing it with the many oils he had gathered, some he wanted to use for more personal reasons; but he suppose he could always go back and buy more at daylight. <br><br>In the midst of all the splattering, he had also soak his clothes, the material being soon stripped from his being as he undressed, balled it up, and used it to break one of the side windows of the barn’s open. He hummed a melody to himself as he laid the soak material inside the window, returning to his belongings to take a flintstone and piece of metal, before swiping the piece of flint rapidly along metal. Sparks flew, though with a few more good strikes one of them caught the soaked fabric of his clothing and shortly afterwards the flames spread like wildfire around the outside of the barn while others snaked on inside. Straw, dead cattle, anything alike was soon engulfed, and a beautiful cloud of dark smoke was covering the night sky.<br><br>“Fire! Fire!” Someone screamed, probably one of the farmers that may of awoken to only glance out the window towards the burning barn and the naked arsonist before it. Shenovi paid them no mind as he casually returned back to his bag of goodies. The fire was way beyond them to even fathom to put out, if anything they would have to find a way to stop it from spreading any further.&nbsp; His once more bare body shifting to kneel into the cool grass, concealing his dignity from view with his positioning, although the markings along his body were apparent from the light the fire produce. Quietly he went through the various clothing choices he had within, along with jewelry as well. His pink eyes did dart up towards the fields, pondering how to properly deal with them, if the chaotic flames didn't get out of control and reached the area. He didn’t have divine or demonic workings that some possessed, he only knew how to kill things with fire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 03:26:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Kadence1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kadence Hewitt<br><strong>Title:</strong> Historian / Fledgling Adventurer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tiberius, Shenovi, Antonius, Famine<hr><br>Kade watched Tiberius as he seemed to gather himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as though she were the one exasperating him! She had half a mind to attempt to run away then and there but he finally opened his eyes, pinning her with his gaze. She was suddenly reminded again that he was very fair of face. Kadence was not so terribly experienced with men but this one... boy did he make her wish he wasn't stark raving mad. <br><br><em>"Alright, Kade, was it?&nbsp; Alright, Kade, I have no idea what is going through your head right now, but I'm coming with you back to your house."</em><br><br>Her eyes went wide at the all out absurdity of that statement. He most certainly was NOT coming to her house! Her home was her sanctuary, a place set apart from all the rest of the world where she could let her guard down. While it was large and well tended, Kade's home was modest in her opinion. It was a testament to comfort rather than style and it did not attempt to live up to anyone's expectations but her own. More than that, her place held treasures she would not trust to chance... or a crazy man. Not to mention a lady did not just take strange men back to her house upon first meeting.<br><br><em>"I mean to say, you're not safe alone..." </em><br><br>And she was safe with him? She actually scoffed aloud and turned her gaze away from him. The nerve!<strong>”I have been perectly safe alone all these years. Suddenly you show up and now I am no longer safe. How exactly am I supposed to take that, Mr. Warrior, Sir?”</strong> The question was rhetorical. She neither expected, nor wanted an actual answer though he seemed determined to press on.<br><br><em>"Look, I apologize for everything that has happened so far.&nbsp; I'm not asking you to like me, or to even trust me.&nbsp; But so far, I have done nothing to harm you.&nbsp; Please, allow me to accompany you and act as your bodyguard.&nbsp; Evil things are afoot in Krum, and you are not safe; no matter how competent you think you are at self-defense, I can assure you there are things you will need me for." </em><br><br>That certainly got her attention albeit reluctantly. It was technically true he had yet to do anything that actually caused her harm—if one didn't count the suspicion of drugging—and the pink-eyed man certainly did make every instinct she had scream in alarm. Still, it was his seeming confirmation that evil was afoot in Krum that shook her to her very core. She did not wish to believe the scene still ongoing mere feet from them. That the silver haired... being was indeed a divine figure was just out of the question. Thoughts along those lines would only open up far too many questions and Kade was sure that any answers she received would not be pleasant. <br><br>If only for the fact that they would get moving away from the unreal nature of the two behind them, Kade decided to allow Tiberius to accompany her. She truly got the sense that he had no desire to hurt her for in all that he had said, that alone had stuck out to her. <br><br>Her hand slipped into the pocket of her skirt and caressed the edge of her book in a way that brought some comfort. Boy did she prefer books to people sometimes. <strong>“Fine. Whatever. I just want to go home.”</strong> She threw up her hands and turned away, not even waiting to hear what he'd said to the glowing man. <br><br>Even more relieved to find that he'd put away that sword of his, Kade glanced his way in time to catch part of the look he gave her. Heat flashed through her and she turned away quickly, stalking off at his gesture to move out of the alley. She did not want him in her house! If she were to be completely honest it wasn't merely the though that he might be some deranged psycho since she did not believe he meant her harm. In the space of mere moments she was no longer sure what she believed and didn't anymore. No, mostly Kade was afraid now that the threat he posed had more to do with things she should not be feeling rather than thinking him crazy. <br><br>That thought was only reaffirmed at the appearance of some drunken strumpet. The way she staggered into him and ended up pressing her lips to Tiberius irked Kade on a level she did not wish to acknowledge. She watched the way her so called “protector” threw the trollop off of him and wiped his mouth and merely quirked an eyebrow. <strong>“Seems you have an admirer. Why not escort her home and 'protect' her? Surely she would be more receptive.”</strong> The way she'd said “protect” made it clear that was not at all what she meant by the word. <br><br>Huffing, more at herself than him but he didn't need to know that, Kadence turned and stalked out of the alley. <strong>“Unless you are in possession of a horse or perhaps some blessed transport from the heavens we shall have to make the trek on foot, oh holy one.”</strong> She knew she probably should not continue to mock him but she couldn't help it. This whole night had been one big fiasco from start to finish and she was beyond irritated with it all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 04:36:05</strong>
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				<strong>Reginald, The Sacrificial Playwright</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong>The Theatre<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Zefiriel, noel; the crowd.<br><br>Reginald was, in one way, gifted; his ability to see beyond the illusions and vagaries of others, whether mystical or mundane in nature. He became aware of the soft glowing presence, though his current accoutrement prevented him from beholding what glamor and glory her fae-like form held.&nbsp; If he could, he might accuse her of being his Muse, given shape. <br><br>Unfortunately, he does not even so much as hear the bells. Nothing she says registers with him on any level.&nbsp; That does not, however, stop him from reaching a hand out towards the presence he feels and the glimmer he sees, his index finger pointed towards it, but not too close. "What are you?" He asks, his voice muffled by the woven straw basket. <br><br>Meanwhile, a flower fell from the sky above, and it was only as it passed directly in front of him that he became aware of (the basket, understandably, limits his field of vision). He plucks it carefully out of the air, and weaves it into the basket carefully. <br><br>The hand that had previously been indicating the strange presence on his shoulder, now found itself turning into a blind wave aimed upwards. Hopefully he at least was waving in the right direction, towards Noelle, but he couldn't see without taking off the basket (which he never does; he always has some sort of mask or helmet obscuring his face when in his theatre.&nbsp; Nobody knows why, though speculation and rumors would say that he was disfigured or ugly), or contorting himself into a highly painful and awkward position. <br><br>As the time gets closer and closer, Reginald would quietly depart into the room which the actors used to change into and out of their costumes, and where some sat out when not in one of the acts. Such was his fate for this next act, as all would soon see.<br><br>Zefiriel, if she looks around, may notice the actress playing the buxom, elegantly dressed lady (the titular Viper's Daughter), and how she is carefully stuffing her bodice full of small pieces of cloth padding; the actress, apparently, is not nearly as well endowed as she is portrayed in the play.&nbsp; But, props to her for making it look natural; likely, props were owed to the seamstress that made the pads, too.<br><br>***<br><br>The fourth act's back portrait depicts what looks like the grand hall of some fabulous castle,&nbsp; with careful attention to detail, just like the others.&nbsp; This act is strange for its beginning, during which time, one may see men pantomime fighting (though it certainly looks realistic enough; the clanging of metal indicates those swords may be dulled, but the real deal) in spars, or perhaps, duels. <br><br>This sort of violence is not uncommon in his plays (and in fact, many may claim that this is his least violent play thus far). The strangeness is the fact that none of the stage actors are speaking their lines. Rather, their is a narrator, not seen on the stage, whose crisp, cool, clean voice travels through the hall, in a mighty, but restrained, baritone.<br><br>A lot of exposition about this "Viper", and his daughter, are given. The Viper was a strategist and a knight who was well known for his cruelty and cunning.&nbsp; A wretched man, with perhaps his only redeeming feature being how much he cares for his family. <br><br>His daughter, it is explained, inherited many of his psychological aspects; and add to that that she was well endowed (much like her mother), and learned well from that self-same mother, the art of seduction, and manipulation. <br><br>When the first spoken-by-an-actor line is done, it is by a messenger who quite literally runs onto the stage, huffing and puffing. "Sir! I have another message..." the messenger began, panting and obviously out of breath. But, he is cut off by the Viper.<br><br>"Did it come from him again?"<br>"Yes, sir."<br>"How... pathetic. A disgraced monk seeks my daughter's hand?" The Viper scowls. The man playing him is older, and perhaps made to look more so by the clever application of make up, and dye. He very much looked the part of a cruel man, and even had a distinctly predatory method in which he moved around; the actors that Reginald employed were well trained, to be sure.<br><br>The next spoken scene was a monologue delivered by the Viper, wherein he explains how the prestige and honor of his family is so dear to him, and how he only has the one daughter. Obviously, he must ensure that she marries upward, so as to further improve the family's reputation, and how this meddlesome monk must be dealt with, as his nagging is making The Viper most displeased; and trust me, gentle viewers, <em>you will not like an angry Viper.</em><br><br>And, on that sinister note, the curtains close for a final intermission.<br><br>***<br><br>The last act opens with a painted background of a moon-lit forest. Their is even a large rock laid out on the stage, upon which The Viper's Daughter lays, as if slain, or merely asleep. The play begins with the Monk making a monologue, explaining how The Viper was so kind to give him this one chance to prove that he would be a good match for his daughter (at this point in the play, the monk's infatuation has been made crystal clear). <br><br>All he has to do is kill some bandits, some damned deserters of The Viper's force, who kidnapped his daughter for ransom. "Finally! A chance to show the world that I can be a hero!" He shouts jubilantly to the crowd.&nbsp; The monk is obviously mad, and this would not be the first time in one of Reginald's plays where the clergy are implied to be, shall we say, a few eggs short of an omelet. All in good fun, of course.<br><br>Practically bouncing along on the stage, the monk would find the sleeping beauty, and look carefully around. Suddenly, scoundrels appeared! Rugged men in fur and leather armor, wielding crude, rust-caked swords that still looked like they would smart if one was hit with them. Four of them.<br><br>A small argument of words ensues, before the five enter into a chaotic flurry of melee. The Monk manages to prevail, not through strength or skill, but through blind, or dumb, luck; when he is parried and recoils from it, one bandits sword clobbers another bandit in the head, and he literally falls to the ground, as if struck dead.&nbsp; <br><br>The fighting continues around the "corpse" (who, to the careful watcher, is clearly breathing), and one by one, the bandits fall, as if the protagonist of this play were destined to win this fight. Once they had been slain, he quickly ran to the rock and knelt by the side of The Viper's Daughter.<br><br>Just as he was beginning to speak "Oh, m--" the woman lunges upward, with a glint of steel in her hand! She stabs the monk with a dagger, and rips it back out; as the monk, played by Reginald, cries out in anguish, one may see blood coating the blade! Has he truly been injured?<br><br>The monk, in his final apparent moments, slowly stumbles his way away from the rock, blood clearly dripping down from his costume. "I, was...a fool..." He slowly, painfully, says, straight to the audience, before collapsing to the ground, apparently dead. <br><br>The&nbsp; Viper's Daughter is menacing as she saunters over to the corpse, and tosses the bloodied dagger off to the side. She, in turn, beholds the crowd, and utters her final lines. "Never play with a Viper, my dears. Our fangs are sharp, and our venom, lethal." <br><br>The curtains fall for the final time this evening, to a loud round of applause from the assembled audience (though the gentry, of course, are much more dignified with their clapping.). 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 07:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baa'lethor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kadence, Tiberius, Xenolord, Glasya, Famine, Pestilence, Noelle, Reginald, Open.<br><strong>Location/time:</strong> Dark Alley, Other Alley, Theatre, Backstage.<br><br>It was absolute torture for Baa'lethor to watch helplessly as the situation behind the tavern unfolded. It seemed that this, self-professed: "Demon Hunter" was fostering carnal desires for the fair haired woman with whom he'd shared his very intimate arrival to this realm. Baa'lethor was displeased by this for a number of reasons, chief among them was that the pushy human's presence would further delay the inevitable moment where Baa'lethor could find her alone for long enough to charm her into giving back his <em>Precious</em>.<br><br>Making things even more unbearable for the talented Incubus was the fact that this Tiberius fellow seemed to lack any sort of charisma or charm. Even tact seemed foreign to the man, so wound up in his narrow morality that he seemed to force out any trace of logic or even common sense. Apparently the Etherials hadn't been strongly cautioned about keeping a "Low Profile", the way he and Glasya had. In fact, Tiberius seemed hellbent on forcing knowledge of the otherworldly upon the young blond, much to her apparent dismay.<br><br>Watching the self-righteous mortal attempting to seduce the woman, was like a master carpenter watching children playing with wood blocks.<br><br>Then again, maybe Baa'lethor's frustration was blinding him to the silver lining. Tiberius' continued presence by Kadence's side would effectively keep the rogue demon Shenovi at bay. Neither of the mortals would be able to read the book, and sooner or later Kadence would realize that the book tucked into the hellish labyrinth of her petticoats was not the one she wanted. Then she would seek him out. Furthermore, if this "Demon Slayer" felt soft emotions for Kadence, it made him vulnerable, corruptable, fallible.<br><br>Kadence was becoming more useful to Baa'lethor by the second.<br><br>Tiberius would have to sleep eventually, and unless things changed drastically, Kadence would sleep alone, behind bolted door. That was when he would appear to her again. That was when he would replenish his spores. For now, he would stick to the task at hand.<br><br>Once more, taking to the skies, Baa'lethor the crow soared up, catching sight of Famine intercepting the duo. Perhaps that would spell trouble, but more likely, it would offer Kadence an excuse to abandon the whole situation. Perhaps not, but there was little Baa'lethor could do about it as a bird.<br><br>Before returning to the alley where his clothes were hidden, Baa'lethor soared over the top of the theatre, catching sight of the other sacrifice Noelle, for the first time. She was lingering in the rafters, looking whistfully down at Reginald's performance. Swooping low, Baa'lethor cast some spores of "Curious Optimism" down on her, invisible to the eye, but smelling of lilacs and vanilla bean.<br><br>The Crow flapped back to the small, dark alley where he had first transformed. Once out of sight, he shifted back to his preferred form and dressed himself once again. After allowing his body to adjust, filling out in the ideal places to make his leather pants stretch around his toned flesh until they looked painted on. With a confident stride, he made his way to the theatre on foot.<br><br>As he passed by the growing turmoil out front of the building, Baa'lethor paid no notice to Glasya or Pestilence, both of whom he recognized. Neither did he seem to be hiding from anyone, in fact, he walked to the ticket window with all of the confidence of someone who might well own the building. Baa'lethor didn't much understand the currency that mortals traded, but his pants bore an enchantment that allowed him to reach into the pockets and pull forth as much gold as he could desire. He'd won them off a higher demon on a wager. Baa had fixed the outcome, of course, but it mattered not once the results were final.<br><br>In this instance, one thick gold coin was all he required to gain entry, and even that was far beyond the cost of the ticket. Baa'lethor didn't wait for the man in the window to measure change, money was meaningless to him.<br><br>Immediately, the smell of the countless, huddled, drunken mortals standing around the "pit" assailed the Incubus' delicate senses. He had no desire to wade through the crowd, instead, he made his way around the outskirts of the crowd, casually watching the last act unfold.<br><br>"Pachiko! Report the presence of the rogue Demon Shenovi to our Dark Lord. Return to me with his reaction." Baa'lethor whispered softly to the tiny demon who was lurking just inside the collar of his tunic. "But don't reveal any more than I've tasked you with. Go now."<br><br>Without more than a nod, Pachiko vanished into a tiny portal that he opened on Baa'lethor's shoulder, just as the performance was getting truly interesting. The crowd gasped at the sudden violence, but Baa only smiled. The smell told him immediately that it wasn't Reginald's blood, some trick of staging. He applauded with the others, moving toward the curtain that separated the audience from backstage.<br><br>"Pardon me, good Sir." Baa'lethor said to the Stage hand who was watching the curtain, wafting heavy pores of "Kneejerk Compliance" that smelled like fresh Strawberries and well-water. "I have need of an audience with the stage Manager, and if possible the star of this fine performance. I am a producer, you see. And I've come a great distance to commission a new production from the talented and World-Famous Mr. Carter."<br><br>The Incubus grinned, the stage hand had pulled back the curtain before he'd even finished speaking. Once more, he made his way confidently past witless protection into the wings. Using the wind to flutter up a batch of "Playful Curiosity" spores, smelling of puppy breath and forget-me-not flowers. He would lock eyes with her the instant she looked in his direction. Only breaking the trance-like gaze when Reginald moved off the stage and into the cloud of waiting scent.<br><br>"Mr. Carter!" Baa'lethor smiled, extending a hand to shake, but unsure how to make eye contact with a wicker basket. "It is an honor to meet you at last. Might I borrow a moment of your time perhaps?"<br><br>Baa'lethor wished he'd saved some spores of "Kneejerk Compliance" but perhaps Curiosity would work just as well. If all else failed, he'd flash some gold. That never failed to capture the attention of mortals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 20:25:22</strong>
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				<strong>Various NPCs<br>Location: the ouskirts of Jeron, on farm land<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Shenovi</strong><br><br>By the time most of the farmers from the village arrived at the scene with large, heavey buckets of water, the fire spread out through the dried grass, reaching the nearby stacks of hay. The smell of burnt flesh covered the odours of rot and decay that Famine and Pestilence left behind, but sadly the marks of their passing remained to be discovered by the villagers upon returning home. The vivid flames were a spectacle all on their own, oblivious to the efforts and struggles of humans to end their dangerous dance. <br>Some of those who had yet to discover the misfortunes brought upon their land, tried to save the farmer’s cattle and horses, almost losing their lives in the process. Untainted by human emotion, the arsonist gathered his things in a clearing and started to dress. He would have done so in peace if not for a certain event that was meant to take place at one point or another in this particular life of his. <br><br>Dressed in rags and crippled by the neverending passing of time, an old man came from within the flames carrying his fragile constitution with great effort. He stretched out a hand pointing his skeletal finger at the half naked man just a few steps in front of him. As he opened his cracked lips to speak, the old man’s pink eyes were gazing into the abyss of Shenovi’s pupils, as if to draw out anything that might linger there. To the trumpeter’s consternation, the old man didn’t voice his thoughts or desires, instead he let the rags on his body to fall on the grass&nbsp; beneath his feet. There was something terribly familiar about the markings on his rangy body, while they were lighted by the fire behind him. <br><br>“As you are a man of riddles” he finally spoke and his hoarse voice barely reached Shenovi’s ears&nbsp; “I have one for you. When you throw away the choice of taking either side, do you work with or against yourself? You are stepping on the threshold of destruction itself with no one to hold the key on your behalf. ” The old man heaved the words, looking like he could barely stand on his feet and yet he remained unflinching when sparks of fire darted on his shoulders from the haystack beside him. <br><br>“Seek your pactmaker where humans mimic life for others to see. You will find her in the presence of humans and she will bestow upon you the freedom you need, if she plays her part well. Do not make the same mistake twice.”&nbsp; The old man let out a gurgle and dropped on his knees, while the pink shades of his eyes were rolling up in the back of his head. A frog darted out from his open mouth and disappeared in the grass beneath Shenovi’s feet. <br><br>Where there should have been the decrepit body of an old man, the trumpeter saw only bones and rags, the last remainings of his future. <br><br><br><strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: on Reginald’s shoulder<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Baa'lethor, Reginald</strong><br><br>Flustered by the violent scenes in which her ward participated earlier on stage, the golden eyed angel took a moment to regain her spiritual composure, still lingering on Reginald’s right shoulder.&nbsp; Had she human form, her nose would have picked up the scent of puppies and forget-me-not flowers that the Incubus had left to wander in the backstage. Zefiriel felt his presence only when he introduced himself to Reginald and she instantly knew that the demon must have entered the building long before her shield was created. <br><br><em>"Mr. Carter! It is an honor to meet you at last. Might I borrow a moment of your time perhaps?"</em> he would say making use of his time in human form to the best of its possibilites, no doubt.&nbsp; Zefiriel was expecting a move from the demoness she saw earlier in the crowd and not from a demon of the masculine side.&nbsp; His subtle presence along with a well chosen disguise placed her in a tight spot, not knowing sure how to react. Reginald was still safe from harm, as long as he wouldn’t comply&nbsp; with the Incubus’ gimmicks, yet she doubted that Baa'lethor wanted no more than to “borrow a moment”. Even Reginald’s time was important enough not to be given away on the demands of a demon. She only gave the Incubus a frown, letting him know that she was here to stay. <br><br>The barriers placed upon the theatre shifted for a second, letting a blue-winged angel to pass. He landed behind the Incubus, facing Zefiriel and the human in her care. His eyes drifted to Baa'lethor’s figure, then to Zefiriel with a questioning look.<br>&nbsp; <br>“It is alright, his soul is hard to sway,” she stated and opened her wings to gain full form again.<br>“There are a few of us here on Lord Antonius’ orders.&nbsp; You will be wise not to try anything out of the law, demon!”&nbsp; the angel said before telling Zefiriel what he had came for. <br>“You are summoned by our commander. I’ll have the honor to escort you as soon as you are ready to leave.&nbsp; Fear not, this will not come in the way of your mission, they are well taken care of.” he said referring to the sacrifices and the two demons alike. <br>Zefiriel nodded, knowing that orders are to be met even if she wanted to act differently.<br>“I shall return soon.” she said to the Incubus who by now had to keep his composure and ignore their presence, as not to disturb Reginald. <br><br><strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location:&nbsp; The Church<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Antonius</strong><br><br>“You have need of my presence.” <br><br>Zefiriel was left alone with her commander within the chapel to report on her latest activity. She felt his presence comforting, intimidating and blessed with power. The angel did not know what triggered first her display of human emotion, such as excitement and eagerness to see him.&nbsp; Were they due to the fact that he presented such faith in her ability to carry out this mission or was it something else?<br><br>“I have found the two chosen as sacrifice, a few hours before the demons. It seems the demon lord chose lust for their temptation and send a Succubus and an Incubus to corrupt them.&nbsp; I do not fear for their souls as I fear for their minds, my lord. They are still young and have not seen the horrors men commit upon eachother. Should they achieve this title of Sacrifice, I fear they would not stand to see the battles around them, where demons and angels are slain in horrible ways. ”<br>She sought his gaze and guidance once more, not being afraid of sharing her thoughts on the matter. <br>“I also find it hard to protect both Reginald and Noelle at the same time, I will need help especially with the girl. She needs a masculine presence to help her fight the temptations.&nbsp; I also found a soul similar to ours by essence, a bit erratic, but is might prove helpful to us. Her name is Deva. There is also another safe location for our base, near the theatre.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frank Reshman</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 02:20:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n587/FrankReshman/Spike-buffy-the-vampire-slayer-9634.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tiberius<br><strong>Title:</strong> Demon Slayer/Bodyguard<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the tavern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kade<hr><br><br>Cursing his horrid luck, he followed the beautiful woman.&nbsp; Why, he did not know, to be honest.&nbsp; True, she was not safe, but she had been nothing but trouble for him since he decided to follow her.&nbsp; He tried to chalk it up to him wanting to do the right thing, but even that seemed a stretch.&nbsp; Pushing distracting thoughts aside, he heard Kade say something.&nbsp; Oh yes, very funny, another crack at what I do, how original.&nbsp; He shot her a glare.&nbsp; <strong>"What is your deal?&nbsp; I have been nothing but helpful towards you.&nbsp; Once we get to your house, you can lock me in a room if that's what you wish.&nbsp; Where do you live?"</strong>&nbsp; Upon seeing your finger point in a general direction, Tiberius knelt and said a prayer.&nbsp; When he was finished, he stood.&nbsp; He certainly was getting sick of her disapproving looks whenever he did something "unnatural".&nbsp; In response to her questioning gaze, he replied, <strong>"Safe passage.&nbsp; If it pleases Him, we shall reach your house unharmed.&nbsp; I promise, this shall be the last time I pray in front of you if it displeases you.&nbsp; Please, lead the way."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 21:47:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Deva<br>Title: The Sweeping angel<br>Location: Theatre<br>Tagging: Pestilence with an apology, I only saw the first characters tag!</strong><br><br>"Hammock. Hammmmooock." she definitly did like the word. she wanted one now. also an explanation for why there was none in heaven. somewhere among the lines bellangel disappeared to who knows where and the theatres show ended, so she did the obvious thing - cleaning up some of the remains while pondering. She didn't like not being told everything, that made her guesses a bit more random and unreliable, not that she couldn't already guess, and if she guessed right,&nbsp; there was need for her holy broom(tm) somewhere somehow. She wasn't entirely sure if what she presumed to be a demonic women gave her the 'I want to tear you to pieces - slowly- or the 'I want to invite you to an exspecially delicious cake' Look, but it was better to assume the later.<br><br>While she was musing about this she ran into someone trying to test her out. She had done the 'silly run into someone and pretend it's an accident' thing often enough to notice it used on herself. She had nothing that could be stolen so that wasn't a simple robbery, and she had kept her head down and out of trouble recently.. well more or less, so perhaps there where more girly demons around. Perhaps she should go get herself a bottle o holy water, make lil baloons out of it, then throw it in the faces of everyone she met. hah! No wait, this idea could backfire on non demons.. well on demons too but she'd be right then... she should proapbly stop rubbing her bottom.<br><br>"oh nono, I'm distracted as well, everbody's doin things, nobodies telling Deva about em, no hammocks a.. " she hesitated.<br><br>She had been a healer since her early days, due to her slight angelic apperance earning her an orphan spot in a church.. and that was one of the more useful things to learn, infact she always had an affinity for not magic but this. Healing the injured. Healing the sick.<br><br>And something seemed off about the woman. She had symptoms of a sickness. No. She looked all healthy allright but still, Deva couldn't shake an instinct, she leaned closer, leaning to sniff on Pestilence, in a bit of a rediculous way of course, can't appear to be thinking too fast.<br><br>Sniff sniff, sniff on the hand she held, sniff at the womens shoulder "Say what parfume are you using? I feel like I've sniffed so many fragrances so many times, yet the type elludes me, something with roses yes?" .. then she interjected, just to keep the womans mind of off the strange question.. all she wanted was to observe her possible reactions anyway.<br><br>"Oh and Helloooooo! I'm Deva, whoo areee youuuu?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 01:00:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/HumanKing.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arkand<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Human King<br><strong>Location:</strong> Theater<br><br>Arkand's eyes blinked as he scratched his chin. It was almost as if quite a lot of things were happening around him and yet he didn't seem to be able to effect any of it. Then again it could just be a coincidence. He did doubt much of what he thought these days, wondering if it was a proper use of his time. The fact that a woman seemed to interrupt him, then was interrupted herself was probably the least confusing thing about his predicament. He raised an eyebrow as he wondered what exactly was going to happen, but then the... rather seductive one spoke again.<br><br>Once again, he didn't seem like this was something he wanted... and yet he knew that his other side definitely was. With a small nod, he slid off his haystack, wiping the straw off his body as he did so and looked the woman back in her rather deep and songworthy eyes.<br><br>"Very well... but don't worry about my name, it's... just something that's not important."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 04:52:59</strong>
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				<strong>Pestilence</strong><br><strong>Under the Holy Bubble of Holiness (I can do it too, Deva)</strong><br><strong>Deva</strong><br><br>Deva's grip was as light and scattered as her speech patterns. As she went about on an external-internal monologue, Pestilence let out a smile. She reminded her of Death, the giddy little school girl. "Perfume? Oh... it's foreign... my sister brought it back from one of her trips... I don't know what's in it or where it's from but... it does have a little nice scent to it, doesn't it?" She gave a laugh and a bow. "I'm Pastel. Pastel Lance. It's nice to... if you'll excuse my pun, run into a pretty girl like you. I... didn't interrupt anything, did I? I wouldn't like that." She fiddled nervously with her fingers before smiling again. "Did you see the play!? Wasn't it just divine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 14:52:59</strong>
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				<strong>Antonius</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>Chapel<br><strong>Tagged</strong>Zefiriel<br><br>"It is logical to attack them in such a way it the most subtle, and easiest to slip into. When our Lord created all human kind were made to be pairs of man and woman it is the most natural instinct for them." After a moment's more of thought, "Zefiriel, you were never asked to guard both of them only watch them until my men could relieve you. That you saw fit to go beyond your tasking bodes well for you. If you keep it up I may have to send you back to heaven for more advanced training." Seeing the... 'desire' in her eyes, which he has often seen in younger soldiers in his presense. He was sure that he had the same look when he was in the presense of the Great Archangel Micheal and The Lord most high. He paused removed his helmet and looked into her eyes as he continued, "Tell me more of the two chosen. If they are to be tempted with lust we must find a way to counter it. Do they share time with anyone specific?"<br><br>Hearing of another 'human' touched with the greater powers was of interest to him. "Deva, you say? Certainly a name I have never heard. I would like to see her myself when we have everyone set in place and our defenses properly set."<br><br>Thinking for a second Antonius looks at Zefiriel in sort of an inspecting way, "Yes that will do. Zefiriel you are the most knowledgable here of this land and its people." Stepping back and raising his hand to the ceiling a bolt of lightning strikes his hand leaving behind a sword, to small for him to be sure. "As of now I grant you a temporary field promotion Zefiriel to be submitted to heaven once our battle is over to make it permanent. You are now a captain under my command no other member of my battalion gives you orders but me and you now have the authority to direct a platoon of my men as you deem necessary in the protection of the chosen." Holding out the sword to her Antonius smiles to reassure her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 20:03:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name:Deva<br>Location: Theatre<br>Profession: Deva<br>Taggin: Pesti</strong><br><br>Why did all the powers have this arrogance well or habit, well or tick or.. something! of using their real name, or anaphors of it? It made things tooo easy!<br><br>"Oooh! that explains it!.. the smell that is. I'm gonna call you Pesti ok, I'd call you Pasti but that'd make me hungry over time, you know, pasta, yum yum,&nbsp; Soo what are you doing around hereee?" <br><br>Deva asked,tilting her head, adding, seemingly out of the blue, <br><br>"are there hammocks in hell?"<br><br>then, out of courtesy she returned to your questions<br><br>"well, no problems, I was just you know.. brooming around" showing off her broom "thinking about you know, demonic invasions, angelic invasions, also, bedbug invasions, but that's an unrelated story, if you ask me not much minor then the other options though, did you ever have bed bugs? terrible things, that's what you need a hammock for, let's hope there's never something like a hammockbug that'd be horrifying.."<br><br>she pondered shortly "oh and! play, yes, well, just made up stories, never could get overly absorbed into them, if it's not real it's not real fun I always say.." she looked the woman up and down closer, she imagined something like pestilence to look more..sickish. perhaps green. or blue. or an actual ilness like color, pale with red boils. Not that that would be any improvement to the current look.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 13:22:35</strong>
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				<strong>Reginald Carter, the Sacrificial Playwright</strong><br><strong>Location: Theatre, on the&nbsp; stage</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Baal.</strong><br><br>The initial scene Baa'lethor would be greeted with is a rather angry woman scolding him about how much pig's blood stains things, and how hard it is to get it out of clothes, and how she really wishes he would just use berry syrup, which also has the benefit of not stinking to high heaven.<br><br>Reginald was happy he still had the basket on his head. It kept him safe from the spittle of the angry seamstress. When Baa first speaks, the seamstress would turn to look back at him, then back to Reginald. <em>"Well, he seems important. But don't think you're getting out of a scolding!"</em> The seamstress declares before moving off to the back room.<br><br>Honestly, Baa'l's wasting spores, as Reginald was&nbsp; curious (in more ways than one) by default, but no one could blame the man for wanting to play it safe, right? With a smile that goes unnoticed, Reginald would extend his hand for a handshake with the man whom had been let back to see him. "Good evening, sir. I hope the play was to your enjoyment."<br><br>For whatever reason he chose, Reginald did not deign to take off the wicker basket. If Baa'l knows much about Reginald, it is likely the fact that the man was eccentric, and never showed his face in public; rumors abound of the plethora of reasons why he would do such a thing, with many thinking he must be ugly or perhaps scarred or maimed. The man himself did nothing to dispel such rumor.<br><br>"Of course, but, I believe a proper introduction is in order, first? You have me at a disadvantage, as I do not know of you, my good man." He seemed&nbsp; He seemed cheerful and fairly vibrant, perhaps even giving off something of a manic aura, but in truth, he was wary of the man whose features seemed distorted; and not just because of the wicker basket. <br><br>He is, however, an actor, and one would have to be <strong>exceptionally</strong> gifted to pick up on it. Reginald is not just a Grade-A Actor, but, he also has a natural gift for the arts of deception and subterfuge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 16:48:04</strong>
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				<strong>Pestilence, AKA Pastel Lance</strong><br><strong>Outside the Theater</strong><br><strong>The Crazy, Lovable One, AKA Deva</strong><br><br>Pestilence smiled at the girl, but deep down she was a little purturbed. All this talk of demons and angels coming from her mouth was a little too close to home. She mentally shrugged it off and decided to just play along. "If you as me, I always found demons more interesting then angels, wouldn't you say? Don't get me wrong... I'm a good girl, and I want to go to heaven..." She gagged mentally. "But demons are just... more interesting. I've always wondered, though... if demons loose their powers in the day... and angels loose their powers at night... how could a war between the two be fought? Demons would spend all night looking for angels and coming up empty, and angels would spend all day looking for demons, and coming up empty." She gave a titter at her rant about bedbugs. Oh, she knew all about <em>those</em>.<br><br>"Oh, yes, horrible creatures, aren't they? Stealing into your bed at night and munching on you?" She shivered. "I'm paranoid of them, actually, I check my bed every two hours, religiously, for them... even during the night! I just... wake up and look." She gave another laugh. "I like hammocks too! There's nothing like lying under the stars and sleeping in the cool night air, is there?" She looked Deva over a little. "You and I are a lot alike. Why haven't we met before now?" <br><br>--<br><br><strong>Famine</strong><br><strong>Outside the Theater</strong><br><strong>Watching Kade and Tiberius</strong><br><br>Famine came to a stop behind the theater, away from prying eyes. With a crass smile, evil-looking eyes and a quick swipe of her finger across her lips, she dispelled her curse, allowing her kisses to weaken no one again. As she was about to report her success to her higher, she felt a twinge of something in the back of her head. Looking around, she finally found two people, one man and one woman, talking across the way. She felt the twinge again as she looked at the book in the woman's basket. <em>Oh shit...</em> She thought. <em>Is that the... Black Bible?</em> It was.<br><br>"Oh... boss man is not going to want to hear this." Ducking behind another corner, she teleported back to hell.<br><br>--<br><br><strong>Xenolord; Archlord of the Underworld</strong><br><strong>Personal Quarters</strong><br><strong>Famine; Pachiko</strong><br><br>Xenolord was busy changing from his dining clothes to his normal attire (which was strangely the exact same thing) at the time Famine came.<br><br>"Boss man! Boss man! Bad news!" She sprinted into his room and snapped to a salute.<br><br>"Famine, my dear. What's the rush. Have you weakened the demon hunter?"<br><br>"Yes, sir, but that's not the bad news!" Xenolord smiled as he turned to face her.<br><br>"Then what is, Famine?"<br><br>"It's the Black Bible, it-"<br><br>"Is sealed nice and tight within the Library, in a location only I and a few others know of."<br><br>"But, sir! It's in the hands of a mortal woman!" Xenolord stopped.<br><br>"<strong><em>WHAT?!</em></strong>" His outburst was out of a mix of rage and surprise. "Famine, are you <em>sure</em>? If allowed into the human realm, that book could leak the secrets of the underworld who-" He stopped. "Baa'lethor. That bumbling idiot lost it, I bet!" He frowned, his red eyes turning blue. "Well. I guess I'll just have to have it reclaimed. Pestilence is still in the mortal world, I assume?"<br><br>"I would imagine so, yes-" The visage of the Daemonette assigned to Baa'lethor, speak of the devil, appeared in his quarters, and instantly ran off a report.<br><br>"Yes, Pachiko, yes, I am well aware of Shenovi. He's been a thorn in my side long enough I know what it feels like when he arrives. More importantly, you go back to that ingrate and tell him he <em>better</em> recover the Black Bible in two sunrise's time, or I shall. And I shall banish him to the eighth layer of hell for his failure! And I know he would just <em>love</em> spending eternity in the company of only men."<br><br>Pachiko dissappeared to report to Baa'lethor. "And Famine, I've a new assignment for you. Follow Baa'lethor and make sure he does his fucking job <em>right</em>!" Famine nodded.<br><br>"Yes, sir."
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				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 04:57:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Baa'lethor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Reginald, Noelle, Zefiriel<br><strong>Location/time:</strong> Theatre Backstage.<br><br>Baa'lethor followed Reginald as he left the wings, moving into the backstage areas. He kept waiting for the performer to remove the basket from his head, but he never did. There were etherial presences and powers all around him, Baa'lethor was accutely aware of them all. A slow chill ran smoothly down his spine as he was cautioned against breaking the law. <em>Whose laws should I follow? Heaven, Earth or Hell?</em> The Incubus thought wryly, though making no outward sound. Instead he listened to Reginald who desired introductions.<br><br>"Of course, Sir Reginald. I have the unique pleasure of being Basil Pageworth, Theatrical Producer of vast renown. If you haven't heard of me, I can understand. I travel far and wide in search of promising talents, so I'm scarcely in one place long enough to establish a reputation." While he spoke, Baa'lethor was casting just the faintest hint of "Trustworthy Entitlement", which smelled of new minted gold coins and freshly dried clothes from the line. "Sir Reginald, I would commission your greatest work to date, a musical epic, the like of which no civilization has yet witnessed. Delving even into the immortal struggle between powers unseen. Toward this end, I would also commission and finance the construction of an epic, stadium for the premier, where it would be performed in the round. I'll spare no expense."<br><br>As a demonstration of his commitment to the lie, Baa'lethor produced a huge bag of coins from the pocket of the pants that looked to tight to even hold a thin copper. He dropped the large bag on a nearby dressing station and crossed his arms over his chest, smiling as he looked at Reginald for a reaction.
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				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 09:39:47</strong>
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				<strong>Glasya, the Succubus</strong><br><strong>Location: </strong>the theatre<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Arkand, the Human King<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The innocent looking peasant girl was one to look at the end of the play with curiosity and interest, taking the moral of the story to heart. Glasya, on the other hand, rejoiced upon seeing such a beautiful and gruesome display of a valid truth: women are not to be trusted, yet they are the only thing worthy to die for. She clinged on the human beside her when the main actor fell on the stage with blood staining his costume, as if it was the most horrible thing her sweet eyes ever saw. <br><br>Glasya was relieved to know that the Divine had left the theatre, even if it might have been for a short while. She had no idea what was happening backstage so she ordered the little deamonette to go have a look, with a nod of the head. Talking to herself wasn’t something she would do in front of her prey. <br><br><em>"Very well... but don't worry about my name, it's... just something that's not important."</em> the man stated when the people around them started to move from their seats to the exit of the building.&nbsp; She smiled when Pestilence introduced herself to the annoying twat that bothered them earlier, not being sure if she would get the chance to stick her claws into Deva while she was still healthy. <br><br>“You are very mysterious, my kind Sir” she honey coatted her voice to mask the evil smile on her lips. “But I can guess what you do for a living.” <br>As they made their way towards the exit, Glasya threw one glance behind her, wanting to make sure that Pachino found Reginald Carter. She had no doubt that by the time she would seduce the King, her little deamonette would come back with the male sacrifice’s next location.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Focused on finding a nice cosy spot for the two of them, the succubus entered the streets of Jeron with a hint of excitement for the upcoming task. It will be hard not to kill the handsome king in the heat of passion, like it happened so many times before because she didn’t want to control her cravings, but it will be easy to convince him that rumors of rebellion had spread even to the lowest class, her class of peasants. What better way to ruin a land than by having internal conflicts? <br><br>“You are a soldier, aren’t you?” she continued her previous statement, clinging to his arm for protection.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> the Chapel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Antonius, the Archangel<br><br>Zefiriel lived among humans for a very short while judging by Heaven’s timeline and most of this period was spent in the presence of children. For an elemental angel, the complicated relationships and desires between men and women were still a mystery to behold. Lord Antonius had more information on the matter and he knew where to search for useful information that could help in their mission.<br><br>"Tell me more of the two chosen. If they are to be tempted with lust we must find a way to counter it. Do they share time with anyone specific?" he asked, straight to the point. <br>“Yes!” Zefiriel replied eagerly “they share a lot of time with one another. I also believe, if given the right push…they might fall in love. I could work for that..I could try to bring them together!” <br>Had she spent enough time in their presence, Zefiriel would have known that love was difficult to comprehend even for humans, not to mention how complicated it was for them to grasp its sweet power. Love was the kind of energy not even angels had the power to force upon another living being, at most they could only induce it through harmony and by setting the mood for a peaceful encounter between the two in question.<br><br>Antonius did not comment on her plan, the angel would soon find out on her own how hard and also how wrong it is to make humans fall in love if there isn’t a spark already in their souls. Instead, he held out his hand and summoned the lightning bolt from above to master a sword.&nbsp; He gave it to her along with the title of captain and the power to direct a platoon of angels for the protection of the chosen ones.<br>&nbsp; <br>Zefiriel could not speak. From a low rank elemental angel, to Protector of the Sacrifice and now to captain under direct command of an Archangel…it was all too much to grasp. She bowed with a graceful movement, holding her sword tight to her chest. <br>“You have my eternal gratitude and I shall treasure this sword always!” she said then raised her eyes to meet his. “I’ll head back to their side, if there is anything else you need from me, it will be done.” <br><br>She looked at her sword, a beautiful blade with emerald leaves encrusted on the handle.&nbsp; It had a faint glow of green on the sides of the blade, a solid metal guard and pommel with an antiqued silver finish engraved with divine blessings. <br><br>“My Lord…” she spoke just before unfolding her wings to take flight again “the Earth has been wailing tonight. I’m afraid the crops and the animals are in danger, it not they might already be…dead. There is too much silence in nature and I cannot sense their life pulse anymore. Not in this land.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><strong>&nbsp; <br>Pachino, Glasya’s deamonette</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Theathre Backstage<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Baa'lethor, Reginald, Noelle<br><br><br>If looked upon from a certain angle, the mischievous winged creature might have passed on as a fairy from children’s story books. In fact, Pachino was one of the most hideous creatures the demons ever sought to produce. Her copper tangled hair looked like the spiky thistle flower, her green eyes always turned into slits when something didn’t turn right with her (and that was most of the time) while her body was shaped to look like the famous mandrake roots, therefore she was often called “Mandragora” by her fellow demons.<br>Fortunately, she could shapeshift at any given time, but always into something her size or smaller. Secretly she hoped that one day the Demon lord would bestow upn her the power to look…pretty, without taking much energy on her behalf. <br><br>She took Glasya’s nod as an order and went backstage to find the one they first came for in this wretched human place. She didn’t like how the sucubbus handled things, always looking for fun and pleasure when they should be doing their job to please the Demon lord.&nbsp; Pachino envied anyone who had a pretty face, including her new succubus mistress and that laughable incubus that came with her. <br><br><em>“Speaking of which.” </em> she thought upon seeing the well dressed man who cornered the Sacrifice with his gimmicks and smelly spores.<br>Baa'lethor just took out a bag of coins, boorishly letting it drop on the wooden furniture in front of the basketheaded man, having a confident look on his smug face.<br><br><em>“If he succeeds in dragging Glasya’s sacrifice on our side, it’s curtains for little ol’ Pachino”</em> she thought desperate, not knowing why the incubus didn’t go straight for the girl who lavishly watched from above. “Damn him, he’s always after mistress’ place.” Infuriated she rushed over to the bag and loosened the ties, letting the golden coins to drop on the floor, one ofter the other. It was more than enough to ruin the effect of Baal’s "Trustworthy Entitlement", but in the end it was up to the human to take his offer or not.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 13:58:18</strong>
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				<strong>Deva Undon<br>Location: Theatre still. rather static<br>Title: Pixie on crack<br>Tagged: Cuddlypesti</strong><br><br>"Oooh interesting thought" Deva commended, pondering "It's easy, everybody forgot a third party that set things in motion, someone that set up a balance that enforced things to be handled through mortals or in the twilight. Also!" raises a finger<br><br>"it propably comes up to the ones with angelic or demonic blood to balance things out, I bet this is one of the stories where a half demon half angel ends everything depending on what connections he has, just a thought. anyway! I think angel are more cuddly but sooo boring." she nodded, pondering<br><br>"exept for me of course... then again you don't seem overly mean" eyes you with a piercing look from under her silly hat "anyway!"<br><br>"yep, alot alike, I dunno, I move around a lot, and no one pays attention to a sweeper*showsoffbroom* If we are so much alike should I be scared?" she pondered "and.. yay Hammocks! like swing.. swing.. swing hihihi!" she smiled brightly, bouncing slightly on the spot, this talk was stimulating, to her sillier site as well as to her thoughtful side whoever she was talking to.. though if she was like her she also was hiding as much as she was, perhaps the 'pesta lenca' name was a bit more then just a wordplay after all. Even if it was hard to imagine someone that cute in such a profession, Deva always had thought of someone older, more sicklish.. something like that!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelations</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 04:26:18</strong>
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				<strong>Noelle<br>The Theater<br>Tagged: Reginald, Baa'lathor<br></strong><br>The wistful, thoughtful romantic young creature sat up a little as the play continued its progress, a light fragrance in the air stirring something deep inside of her. She felt warm, pleasant, content as she rose to her feet, the play coming to its conclusion right below her as she made her way across the catwalk and on over to the steps that descended towards the stage floor. <br><br>Making quick work of the climb down, Noelle parted with the harsh, metal bars and slowly made her way across the stage, amidst stage hands and bustling people and props moving to and fro. She was on her way to Reginald, ready to settle in for an evening of contemplating prose and poetry and the simple beauty of words. <br><br>But it seemed as though someone had beaten her to the punch, so to speak. A gentleman had approached her friend, dangling a rather large bag of … gold in front of his eyes? The thought that Reginald might be tempted in any way by such a carnal thing as money was laughable to Noelle. She’d known him to be someone of a far greater depth as far as his personality was concerned. Blissfully ignorant of the chaos that the spiritual world was divvying out for the human race, she calmly approached the pair, comfortable enough with Reginald that she had no qualms with inserting herself into a conversation that she was clearly not involved in. <br><br>The man in question was a curiosity to her. There was something about his figure, his form and face that seemed…off. Where Reginald could hide his thoughts with his mask, Noelle kept her face carefully composed in a mask of her own, one of pleasant curiosity. <br><br>“Should we catch up later?” she said as an aside to her friend. “I don’t mean to interrupt…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 02:43:46</strong>
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				Reginald Carter, The Sacrificial Playwright<br>The Theatre<br>Noelle, Baa'l<br><br>He watched with a certain amount of incredulity (which was hidden by the basket) as the bag of gold was produced, and subsequently, spilled. That's what happens when one overfills a bag, he decides, truly oblivious to Pachino's presence (this time, at least).<br><br>And, just as he was about to speak, he found his wordsmith companion joining and speaking. With a happy smile, he would nod his head. "If you'd like, you may join me at my estate for the evening. I happen to have gotten a cask of Amontillado that begs to be shared, and there's always the art of the word we love, and its infinite depths that must be plumbed." He would say, this invitation clearly only extended to Noelle. <br><br>He then turned his attention back to the man whom had made an offer. "While I can appreciate your desires, and am humbled by your choice with me, I must nonetheless refuse. I do not toil for money, but for the joy of writing. Besides that, my muse is a fickle creature, which can not be restrained or directed, despite my wishes. I am but an implement for my muse to make use of." Because of the manner in which he spoke, one might be hard pressed to take Reginald seriously; he always seems like that, it's the mirth in his eyes (which are presently hidden), but also the fae-like lilt in his voice. His choice in words probably adds to the foppish air he seems to cultivate.<br><br>"I shall bid you both a good evening, for now, as I must see to getting this garb cleaned of blood. And I believe the cleaner has some chastising to bestow upon me." He says this last bit with mock fright as he heads off to the changing room. Their is a distinct clicking sound, as of a lock, once he is on the other side of it.<br><br>For now, Baa'lethor and Noelle would find themselves alone, on the stage, though there's still a handful of people in the crowd, chattering amongst themselves; perhaps about the play, perhaps some complaining about general things, unaware that they will have far more to worry and complain about come the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 20:37:37</strong>
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				<strong><br>Chapter 1<br>~ To war or not to war ~</strong><br><br>The first rays of sunlight revealed to the honest, hard working people of Krum a most gruesome view of their land. Where once fruitful orchards and abundant crop yields stood as an example of their labor, now there was only dried grass and scorched earth as if the fires of hell had somehow made their way through the earth, reaching the other side and taking everything in their path as tribute. <br><br>Everywhere Pestilence and Famine had her way, both animals and humans alike started to die in various horrific fashions.&nbsp; Some were lucky enough to die on the spot, falling to the ground or simply in their sleep, but most of them would have to live with the disease slowly taking over their bodies or minds. The first days were slightly more peaceful than what came afterwards. People were confused and too busy to grieve for their loved ones to take any other actions except panic and cry. Then everything started to fall apart.&nbsp; “Brother will betray brother to death, and a father his child; children will rebel against their parents and have them put to death.” <br><br>The people of Krum, maddened by grief and fear of the future, no longer used reason to assure their survival, but madness and crime. A lot of them, distrustful of what the King could do to prevent the crisis, would forget the law and simply took from others what little was left to eat or drink, until nothing sacred remained. Others sought out peace and comfort within the Church of God, saving their souls and even their bodies, for the lands on which monasteries and churches were built proved to be safe from harm. <br><br>Zefiriel was pleasantly surprised to see more than the normal gathering&nbsp; of people enter the chapel’s doors first thing in the morning, where she and Antonius lingered their debate.&nbsp; Unfortunately, their prayers were not of gratitude and blessings, but filled with fears and anguish as the general clamor of their desperate voices started to disturb the divine energies from within the church.<br><br>The angels under Antonius’ command and the few others who just passed under Zefiriel’s orders instinctively closed in on the kneeling people and covered them with their wings, joining them in their prayers, soothing their troubled souls. Those who had enough faith received cure for their ilness and many miracles took place that morning amongst them. <br><br>In the upcoming days, the people of Krum truly started to believe that the end of the world was coming and maybe they weren’t far from the truth. At least, as far as <em>their</em> world was concerned, for the land of Krum was no longer a part of Earth. Little by little, the laws of time and space started to change within it, taking it closer to a representation of the future land of God. Still, there would be more time and more ordeals to come until humans could prove worthy of it. For now, people would lay their hopes and troubles in front of their King, starting with a march to the castle. Will they be welcomed with soothing words and honest promises or viewed as an iminent threat to the King’s security? Only the King and his advisors would decide.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>NPC:&nbsp; Karlile, commander of the guards and various others<br>Location: the castle of Jeron</strong><br><br>On their way to the castle, Karlile and Geko took a little detour and went to see a chubby man in his late fifties who wasn’t keen on taking regular baths. He was one of the main suppliers of transportation for the army’s men and had the best horses in the land, except for King Arkand’s personal stables. <br>The commander of the guards had little money to begin with, most of which he had spent it on women and various other (small) vices, but he had a way with bargains and diplomacy that put to shame even the best of ambassadors. Most of his arguments were based on the sharpness of his blade, more than on the sharpness of his tongue, a personal trait which left little room for arguing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Soon enough, the two men were heading for the castle on two sturdy horses, quietly passing through the forest. By morning they have arrived to the castle gates, quickly receiving passage from the guards. They were welcomed with cheers and bows. In spite the fact that Karlile was a stern and rude commander, he was still loved by his men for his honesty.&nbsp; The first thing he’d do upon entering his quarters was to ask for a painter. He wanted to send him to the tavern in which Shenovi was last seen and ask the patron details of his facial traits and body for the wanted poster. I think it’s needless to say that the wanted man’s portrait eventually turned out to look like a muscle-inflated horned figure of an asian emperor who died six years ago. You could only imagine the folklore that started those days and ended up as a part of Krum’s culture.&nbsp; <br><br>Karlile was quickly received by the main advisor of the court, an old man with a long beard and cunning eyes. The commander of the guards diligently answered every question the man had for him regarding the strange spy, although none of them actually remembered what a spy was or where he could come from. The advisor just had to ask out of habit and Karlile answered based on instinct. The conclusion was that the pink eyed man was an enemy of the land and no further measures were taken. <br>“Let the troublemakers deal with their kind,” was the advisor’s request and Karlile – although excited to have finally met a worthy opponent – couldn’t agree more. Little did he knew then that fate had other plans for him. <br><br>By noon, all kinds of people from various social layers took the castle gates by storm.&nbsp; At first, they were peaceful and whiny, asking from the castle guards to send for physicians, food and clean water, surely the King could afford all of it. Then the guards asked the advisors for help and the advisors ordered them to keep the crowd in control by sending them some sacks of cornflower, not nearly enough for a family of peasants.&nbsp; Ignorance and Greed, two influential demons already took their missions into custody. <br><br><strong><br>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br>Location: going to wherever Reginald might be<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Shenovi, Reginald</strong><br><br>It was finally day time and Zefiriel was allowed to make use of her human form once more. Leaving Antonius not without taking her sharp gift and sending the angels under her command to establish in the abandoned building, she stumbled upon the local market. There was still some merchandise left to sell, as the people of Jeron kept everything they could store in their houses for bitter days, but there was little food on the stalls. She gladly bought a white dress to replace the dark priest tunic she took from the chapel when she first changed her form. The seller couldn’t see her face as it was clouded by the hood, but even so he was skeptical about selling a woman’s dress to a priest.<br><br>“It’s for a poor widow that comes to my church everyday” she said offering the man a gem from her sword with which she could have bought the entire market and the houses around. Her human form started to phase because of her lie. Even it was well meant, the lie caused her to loose energy again and Zefiriel had to take her purchase and flee from the man’s view. Now all she needed was a place to change her clothes, after which she could go back to the theatre and ask for the two humans left in her care. If she was lucky enough, someone might tell her where they were living. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 05:21:04</strong>
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				<strong>Xenolord; Archlord of the Underworld</strong><br><strong>Underworld; Outskirts of Krum</strong><br><strong>Open; Demon Army</strong><br><br>Glasya's methods were too slow. She'd do her job, oh of course... but after she had her fun with every man from here to Purgatory. Xenolord couldn't abide by that. Baa'lethor was distracted at the moment with trying to recover HIS Black Bible, so he couldn't be trusted to put his entire attention (as short as it could be with the Incubus) towards the goals the Archlord had set before him. With a great sigh, the Demon King, Master of Hell and All He Surveys, stood from his throne, and with a reverberating clap, the assembled demon army (Numbering somewhere in the tens of millions) stopped and turned to him, his voice projected across the waves and waves of demons of all color.<br><br>"My minions. The time has come for us to ascend from this accursed damnation and retake the mortal realm; to mold to our will." Some demons in the front row looked elated to hear this. "Famine and Pestilence, you sisters, have already sowed the seeds of deceit in the hearts of the Mortals, by killing their crops and animals. Soon, the people of Krum will begin to become demorilized. But we will not wait for starvation to take them." He turned to his side, a red-haired woman beside him. "War (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/205/4/0/Cloudy_eyes_by_youthincrisis.jpg)!" The woman advanced and bowed.<br><br>"Yes, My Lord?" She spoke, her voice soft and caring, despite the air of sevarity she held.<br><br>"You will lead the army to Krum. Once there, lay siege to the lands surrounding the city. Plague, scar and ravage the lands... but do not breach the city gates." War bowed again, a cruel smile playing about her luscious lips.<br><br>"Yes... My Lord." As War went to join the ranks of the demon army, another woman took her place.<br><br>"And finally, my dear... sweet... lovely Death (http://images.porninspector.com/f/ftv-girls-online/gallery01/07.jpg). I have a special job for you, my lovely." Death approached, curtsying with her deep obsidian colored dress, a droll expression of nonchalance on her face.<br><br>"Anything you require, My Lord." The Archlord didn't miss a beat meteing out her orders.<br><br>"When the sun goes down tomorrow, and all lay in their beds to sleep... steal into each house, and take the breathe of life from the youngest child in each household. If no child exists, steal the breathe of life from the husband, and if no husband exists, burn the house to the ground. However, Death, and this is important... do not harm any of the royal family. If the people are to see their king's heirs, if any, are still alive, they will begin to suspect he has a pact with us... which will only further plunge the city into anarchy." Death's droll expression, her flat, colorless lips, curled into a cruel, evil smile. This little girl was just given the key to a candy store... and all you can eat buffet of delicious, lovely slaughter.<br><br>"And of their souls, My Lord? What would you have done with them?"<br><br>"Convert them. Have the souls of the dead join the Legion of the Dead." Death bowed, her raven hair falling about her face as she stood.<br><br>"Your cruel orders bring a smile to my lips, My Lord." She soothed, her elegant dress folding neatly as she moved. "I will do as my Vicious Master orders... with great pleasure."<br><br>"See it done." In a puff of bones and black smoke, Death vanished, replaced by a third figure, this one had brown hair and red eyes. "Ah, and my love. Your time has come. Greatest of the Horsemen, my right hand and my heir... Apocalypse (http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk184/Pooh_tink101/pretty_girl.jpg). You I will need to see to it that the very planet they worship and rely on denies them. Storms the likes of which man has never seen; Hurricanes, tsunamis, monsoons... whatever your blackened heart desires. I want it all."<br><br>"When shall I begin, My King?" Xenolord put his hand on her shoulder.<br><br>"I shall give the order. Not a moment sooner. Until that time, remain here. I need eyes on my throne. Eyes I can trust." Apocalypse bowed.<br><br>"Yes, My King. It shall be done." Xenolord turned to the assembled army, War somewhere in there with them.<br><br>"Prepare, my brothers and sisters! For tonight! We march on the mortal realm!" As the demons let out a shrill battle cry, they began to vanish, one by one, until none remained. Joining them, Xenolord himself disappeared in a flash of red smoke, appearing on the outskirts of Krum.<br><br>-Outskirts of the City-<br><br>"You heard your Lord!" War shouted. "Ravage the land! Plague the grass! Scar the very heart of mother earth! Sow fear and discord in the humans! But no one is to breach the city!" The well-formed army of demons broke apart into raiding parties, burning, corrupting and destroying whatever they came across but, as ordered, the city remained untouched. When morning would come, the ground around Krum would be blacked and dead, mounds of vile, sickening insects will take the place of rabbits and other creatures, and a massive, almost uncountable army of demons, hell-spawn and vile creatures of nightmare would be camped outside Krum, ready to kill any who attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 09:04:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Anna <br><strong>Title</strong>: Arch Angel of Sensibility<br><strong>Species</strong>: Arch Angel<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the tavern<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kadence Hewitt (Kokaine), Tiberius (Frank Reshman)<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Anna</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Anna2.jpg)</div><br>This Arch Angel had not made a human appearance for a long time and resumed the form she last had which was outlandish by all standards. Not that she seemed to care for the contrast such attention would give her where her attentions now lay.<br><br>Covered in Golden Robes (http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1112/1338998166_50153f58d0.jpg) that seemed to shine by its own innerlight, the tall angel was a striking presence, one Fine sword (http://images.wikia.com/druidawn/images/9/93/801.jpg) fitted on her hip-belt lazily, but her walk oosed a easy grace that only true sword-masters could give.<br><br>Instinctively her immediate appearance in the corner Tiberius and Kadence's vision demanded their attention, for the power of heaven channeled through her could do little less to the heart of any soul.<br><br>When within 100 paces her form seemed to just disappear and reappear instantly, like a ghost would within&nbsp; whispering distance of Tiberus and Kadence.&nbsp; Not that anything could be close to covert could be possible with a form that more or less shone light. <br><br>When so Anna lifted her hood slowly.<br><br><strong>"Tiberius, your right to have protective feelings now but they are misplaced, one very much like her your sixth sense has noticed , not of her ilk but of similar soul is in peril, demon hunter, your world needs you"<br><br></strong>She then nodded to Kadence once, slowly before reaching out a hand and touching Tiberius.<br><br>An instant later Tiberius and Anna vanished from Kadence's sight, only to appear in a field thick with green <br><br><div align="center">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2d/Bilberry_glade,_Chevin_Country_Park,_Otley_-_geograph.org.uk_-_177049.jpg)</div><br>"Tiberius, such intervention will not be unnoticed by the other side, and it has left me very drained, this is why such miracles are not as frequent as mankind wishes. There are always follow on effects."<br><br>"Your expertise I am in need of, Tiberius, I am sorry for acting thus against your will, there is reason though,&nbsp; only enough for you to hear me through, if you refuse I will grant what compensates such unwelcome intervention by my hand and return you to your alley"<br><br>"It involves a village an hours ride from here, horses are close. We need your sword arm, why this important ? That will become clear soon enough, for the moment I need you to trust me, time is of the essence. First I need you to fight, will you Demon hunter follow me into battle without asking the purpose, on merit of what you feel is right, in the name and trust of our Lord ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supernatural beings </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 15:55:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shenovi Katsakachi<br><strong>Title:</strong> Trumpeter<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Krum Farms/Graveyard/Roaming Outskirts<br><strong>Opened:</strong> Bullying NPCS<br><br>Interesting, to say the least, perhaps all the smoke was creating an illusion from the fire or maybe Shenovi had done right lost his marbles. He was always a bit crazed, psychopathic- sometimes,-&nbsp; but who in their right mind could retain a perfect sanity after living the amount of lives he had and dying his number of deaths? His body rose to its feet, dressed again in another array of clothing, perhaps this time he could property keep them on as he had a knack of losing them twice in not even a day. The fabrics weren’t that flashy as the others, and still they kept a dark hue about them; a pair of ebony trousers and equally black linen shirt, which itched and irritated his skin. It might even come awkward to this messenger as Shenovi cocked his head slowly to one side in response, not speaking a word, staring back and scratching his fingers across his waist; but that didn’t seem to help his situation either. His calmness unwavering,&nbsp; even with the notation of a warning he didn’ stir. For all he knew this could be some cheap parlor trick of one of the demons or angels and at best he ignored it as whatever it was finally dispersed from the scene.<br><br><strong>”An angel tells me to go to church.”</strong> His hands moved, slipping to take off the irritating shirt, discarding it towards the ravaging flames that the poor peasants continued to feebly put out and be swallowed whole as well as a result. <strong>”A dead man tells me to go to a theatre.”</strong> He continued, dissecting his choices within his head as he took his leave from the farms. Time was waning and whatever choice he made would be late. Even the wicked needed their rest once in awhile and the Trumpeter saw no need to go running and parading to any other’s tunes. Being asked and advised was just as good as being told to do something, what gain would it be in for him to side with those holy sources or even the dead? He sighed as he lifted his possession over his shoulder, carrying the bag of goodies out from the farmyard and further along the rural portion of the land.<br><br>There was a smaller church, rundown and abandoned by the looks of it. He stepped over fallen stone and planks of broken wood, glancing towards the broken glass windows and the destroyed interior. Age had taken the building, a better home than most. Whereas a cathedral may be fortified and blessed, why this place was elusive. Overgrown grass, broken gravestones, and a few empty graves that had been dug up but no one rooted in them. Far away here in the countryside where even the farmers wouldn’t bat an eye at; let alone those city folks. Still, Shenovi was positive&nbsp; he would also have to deal with anyone attempting to take over his newly founded hideout, sometimes lesser demons would get curios and leave their ranks to check out things like this; foolish imps and the like.<br><br>&nbsp;Although he rather not think about such things as he made his way through the graveyard, tossing his belongings into one of the opened graves. He briefly took the time to resurvey his surroundings and once he decided it was safe enough, he dropped inside the opened grave containing his junk. Shenovi’s hands patted along his bag, before using it as a makeshift pillow. <strong>”And I tell myself to go to bed.”</strong> His voice sighed out, there had been plenty of shenanigans for one day and night for him to deal with. He knew that if he attended that theatre nothing but bad luck would follow.&nbsp; His body slipped to lay down, resting his head atop his bag; the way he laid upon his back made him appeal more of a corpse, especially with his arms crossed over his chest and his lids drooped down to close his pink eyes.<br><br>It was amazing that he could sleep through anything, the chaos that reigned on the outskirts of the town never woke him, despite his location. The building was already rubble, it wasn’t as if it could really be desecrated any further as it was. He wasn’t sure how long he had slept either, but with daybreak he rose, lazily stretching himself out; before gazing around him and his surroundings. <br><br>The first concept of thought was <em>oh damn I died again</em>, but that idea wavered when he realized he was still covered in clothes and dirt and that this was the same location in which he came this night. Pink eyes flickered, looking left and right, scanning the dead terrain; before finally shrugging the ordeal off. <strong>”Ain’t no business of mine.”</strong> He lifted his bag, throwing it over his shoulder, before pulling himself from the grave and soon being on his way. There were many other barns and smaller buildings destroyed, the countryside was a mess. Shenovi’s body sidestepping the insects, such things he could deal with easily if it wasn’t for the shackles of his power. A shame he couldn’t kill them all with fire, the ground was too dead to be burned, if possible he might of set the fields around him aflame again to torch everything in his wake. <br><br>He did pause in place, coming across a few stray imps; of course their demon form was long gone, appealing like fable dwarves with their short stature, enough to almost be mistaken for human children. They were fixed upon looting a fallen building, such greedy and ugly little things they were, even in human form. He was even set on continuing on his way till one of them came up to him and withdrew a chipped dagger, demanding for Shenovi to hand over his goods. The trumpeter’s head merely tilted to one side as he cast his pink gaze down to the would be robber, his expression blank, not knowing if he should laugh or just pity the poor cretin. Again the demands were spoken, such a gutter tongue. Shenovi’s hold lax on his goods, though instead of dropping them on the ground, he dropped the weighted portion of belongings atop the imp. In normal circumstances the demon might of just been able to get out from under them or throw them off, but there was added weight of Shenovi’s right foot crushing down atop the bag and pinning the foul humanoid beast to the earth. <strong>”Hideous things you are.”</strong> And cowardly as well, his eyes followed the remaining ones that quickly fled from the scene, perhaps seeking to alert a stronger demon; such was their tactics when they felt danger, that or regroup in greater amounts. <strong>”Yes, do squeal louder down there, I do hope your companions come back to your aid. So I can play me a good old game of imp pinging. I have a lot of aggression I need to release this morning, you know how it is, right? Waking up, everything all blacken, people I could be killing already kilt and stuff I could be burning already burnt.”</strong> More pressure was added, threatening to crack bones. Screams of anguish followed from Shenovi’s new founded prey, but it would be allow before the creature broke- which made torturing demons or angels more entertaining than that of humans. <strong>”What’s that, you don’t know what imp pinging is? Well, whenever your friends return I’ll be glad to show you and them. After all, it is impossible with just us two.”</strong> 
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