Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)
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				Title: <strong>Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 23:36:00</strong>
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				Serene, tranquil, exotic. Those were the words that most used when referring to the jungles separating the desert and the mountains. It was cut off from the world, having no inhabitants, save the plant life and the wild animals which called it home. Green, lush, vibrant with the natural world, no one dared to ravage its beauty.<br><br>No one, except for two tribes which surrounded its borders.<br><br>The demons and desert elves were bitter rivals, always in competition with one another. Since before even their elders could remember, there was always a tension between them that could start skirmishes just if two of the different races looked at each other. Both were the prime of their time's modern civilizations, and therefore they had the best resources available. However, both were tapped for their rarest of resources; polonium. <br><br>In a desperate attempt, both tribes turned their heads toward the jungle; no one had ever scavenged it for resources, so there had to be something worth taking. If their tribes were to continue to advance, they needed to take whatever they could get, especially if there was any trace of polonium.<br><br>Unable to spare most of its military might, the elders of the demon tribe chose their best warrior, Zepar and his best companion, Cresil, to the jungles to scout out the area for any signs of rare resources, but above all else, polonium. Zepar left without question, his trusted spear in one hand, sparks flying out the other, matching the blue hue of his skin. Cresil, trusting not the elders, but his trusted general, followed, armed only with a shortsword.<br><br>As Zepar stood outside the trees of the jungle, he was almost taken aback by the amount of green he could see; there was nothing like it on the mountaintops. The trees were also tall, and if they were to fall, it could crush him in an instant. However, he knew that he had to face such dangers and foreign sights, and with Cresil at his side, he ventured forth, noticing the vines and already thinking of mischief to cause for his companion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 23:52:50</strong>
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				Malana rode forth across the desert, a kindjal at her hip, a scissor katar at the small of her back, and a cuff that hugged her delicately pointed ear.&nbsp; The Sul'Dal had never gotten on well with the demons and their kin.&nbsp; The silent sands beneath her seemed an ocean that gave way to a great, green jungle.&nbsp; It was daunting, and her companion, a sand cat racing along beside her.&nbsp; She would have to unmount.&nbsp; The camel could graze here at the edge of the desert, but he'd do no good in the tangle of the deep jungle that lay before her.<br><br>A challenge had been made.&nbsp; The demons wanted the jungle, but so did the elves.&nbsp; There were plants that could be used for medicines, and rumor had it there was a vein of polonium in a deep chasm hidden beneath the heavy boughs of the ancient trees.<br><br>This, they had to have.&nbsp; She came as champion of her tribe.&nbsp; And she would not be denied.&nbsp; Drawing her weapon, she began slashing her way through the deep underbrush, heading for the meeting point.&nbsp; She needed to get there first, to get the lay of the land.<br><br>It would give her an upper hand in the coming battle, knowing the terrain better than her opponent.&nbsp; And maybe, she could hide and observe him.&nbsp; Know your enemy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 00:05:50</strong>
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				As Zepar and Cresil traveled through the inner jungle, they could not get over the exotic feel of the environment. The sounds of the foreign birds, the soft grass that was under their feet, and the strange plants burrowed into their minds; both knew that if they survived the coming threat, their kin would never be able to believe them. Reminded of his kin, Zepar clutched the pentagram on the necklace wrapped around his neck; the one that was passed down from his father's line of warriors before him. <br><br>Despite being amazed by his surroundings, Zepar was thinking of his battle plans; the shade the tall trees provided would be a boon to him, as his skin was a darker shade of blue, his horns a very dark purple, and his hair a dark black, as well as the light armor he wore; it looked like normal clothing, but beneath it was a tough leather padding, meant to fool unknowing adversaries. He planned to use this natural camouflage to gain the upper hand on the warrior elf he knew would be here.&nbsp; <br><br>Before he made it, though, he knew he had to cause at least a little mischief. Telling Cresil to wait behind him for a few minutes before continuing, in case of a surprise flank, he went ahead, then waited in a tree that contained a massive tangle of vines. Using this also as a chance to test his stealth, he waited there until he heard Cresil stepping under his tree. Waiting for the right moment, he dropped the vines on Cresil, and laughed as Cresil panicked and started slashing with his shortsword. <br><br>If nothing else, it proved that his stealth worked, even if Cresil shouted perhaps a tad too loudly. Cresil never noticed Zepar until it was too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 00:19:59</strong>
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				The cat remained close at her side, its paws falling silently on the ground as it moved, slinked through the underbrush that she slashed her way through.&nbsp; There was a bow crossing her back, fine, elven make, and a quiver at her hip opposite the sword's scabbard.&nbsp; Sounds everywhere.&nbsp; So different from the whisper of blowing sand over the dunes.<br><br>They had a long way to go, and the fruit was a welcome sight along their path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 00:30:18</strong>
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				Cresil glared at Zepar nastily as they continued, slashing at vines to their sides in fury. However, he also knew that he couldn't stay mad at his general, as it was slightly funny, even if it took them off from their mission. Zepar smiled to himself, glancing every so often at Cresil to make sure he still was there, and was always glad to see he still was. With his spear, he swung the bladed tip at whatever vines impeded his path, as well as large fauna that he was unfamiliar with. <br><br>However, as he slashed at what he thought was a vine, his spear stuck in what was actually a hanging python. Hissing in pain, it struck at the startled Zepar, sinking its fangs into his shoulder as it started to coil around him. Cresil quickly sprung into action, diving his shortsword into the serpent, then freeing his general from the now-limp constrictor. Deep crimson blood came out of the fang wounds from Zepar's shoulder as he stood and thanked his companion. Half a minute later, the wounds closed, but the pain from the bite remained, making him hold his shoulder for another few minutes as they continued to the center of the jungle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 00:38:50</strong>
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				A river greeted her eyes, wide, deep, swift.&nbsp; She'd have to take to the branches.&nbsp; Clambering up, she was followed by her feline companion.&nbsp; Trees weren't exactly common in the desert itself.&nbsp; Moreso in the grasslands, and then, never so close together.&nbsp; The tangle of branches allowed her to traverse the river with relative ease.<br><br>What she didn't expect, however, was a bite from a spider.&nbsp; Swatting the thing, she brushed the earring and sat, waiting for the poison to neutralize, holding to the body of the tree to prevent falling from a sudden wave of dizziness.<br><br>This would slow her down to be sure.&nbsp; She'd have to bandage the bite before continuing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 00:53:10</strong>
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				The pain from the previous snake encounter finally starting to dull, Zepar took to the lead again, slashing at vines, making sure that they were not really snakes. Cresil started to protest, but the look in Zepar's eyes told him that he was not to resist. He knew Zepar wanted to be the first to find the central part of the jungle, and perhaps the first to meet the enemy. It made sense, though, as he was better armed for combat than himself. <br><br>One thing that Zepar started to do, however, was mark the trees with a grazing of his horns, letting them know where they had been. As they went farther, he knew that Cresil and himself would certainly start to get lost. Surviving the battle would prove to be useless if they could not get out of the jungle itself. It was a risk, as it could also allow the enemy to follow them if they went around. However, both agreed that finding a way out would prove invaluable. <br><br>Faint slivers of light falling to the ground as they walked, Zepar started to strangely feel at home in the darkness of the jungle; like he belonged. He knew the mountain was his home, but it felt nice there, surrounded by the fauna and the sounds of nature. Trying to shake the thoughts, he knew he shouldn't think them, but he could not stop, especially as he thought he heard the sound of flowing water in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:17:30</strong>
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				The elf stopped suddenly. Someone, or something was further up the river.&nbsp; &nbsp;She crept slowly along branches, toward the sound, curiosity getting the better of her.&nbsp; Who, or what, was down there?&nbsp; She needed a closer look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:23:17</strong>
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				Zepar eventually did reach the river, very glad that there was in fact a water source in the maze of trees and brush. Before taking a drink, however, his war instinct got the better of him; the river was exposed to the sunlight, and therefore his camouflage would be ruined. He did not know if an elf scout was hidden somewhere, and he did not want to take the chance. <br><br>Instead, he sent Cresil to drink; he was looking parched, anyway. Keeping a wary eye to the distance both left and right constantly, he waited to see if he could lure out a scout, or if it really was all clear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:29:16</strong>
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				There, below.&nbsp; The sight of the demon made her tense and freeze.&nbsp; This was he? She had a hard time believing it.&nbsp; She lightly swatted the ears of the cat beside her when it growled, silencing him.&nbsp; They'd have to take another route.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:36:05</strong>
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				Hearing the brief growl of a cat, Zepar couldn't tell if it was of a beast from the jungle, or a desert cat; it was too brief to tell. However, Cresil had done his job, so he kept his distance from the light, but gave him a signal to return to him, in the shade. Knowing that he would have to investigate the noise, wild or domestic, he motioned for Cresil to follow a safe distance away from him, heading through the mass of trees, scraping each one with his horns. His hand gripped his spear tight in anticipation, waiting for his foe to spring at him at any time. <br><br>Creeping through the trees, he thought he was about halfway to the spot where the growl had come from until he heard a sudden noise. Tense from the anticipation, he shot out a small burst of lightly magic from his fingertips, only to find it was a bird, which laid dead on the jungle floor in a smoking heap. It was just a false alarm at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:50:45</strong>
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				Malana flashed a silent smile as he zapped a bird.&nbsp; A waste of magic as she ambled easily through the trees.&nbsp; The meeting point wasn't so far, and as of that moment, she was a little ahead.&nbsp; Not as far as she would like.&nbsp; But perhaps she could widen that margin.&nbsp; Even if she couldn't set any traps, perhaps an early assessment of the grounds would give her an upper hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:59:26</strong>
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				Cresil hurried forward to meet with Zepar, then shook his head as he noticed the smoking bird. He knew that his general was always quick to respond to noises when the tension got high, and this time, it proved to be a waste of his magical reserves for the day. He could still shoot a few more blasts of lightning, yes, but if the elves were to bring their best warrior, he would need as much of his arsenal available as possible. <br><br>Knowing that they were offtrack, Cresil suggested to Zepar that they continue on their way to their destination, and Zepar agreed, though still wary of his surroundings. He noticed some falling leaves, and knew that something or someone was on the same path they were on; there was going to be a true fight yet today; there would be no more time for pranks and mischief. Again, they hurried on the path, Zepar still grazing the trees with his horns, making sure that the path was clear. Zepar kept his spear always at the ready to strike at any moment, knowing that an ambush would be easy for an elf using the trees as cover. He avoided the light as much as possible, and stepped as carefully as he could, making sure not to be seen or heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 02:05:40</strong>
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				When she reached the clearing, she didn't jump down right away, instead opting to circle it from the trees, getting a good look at anything and everything that might prove advantageous.&nbsp; The growl of the feline beside her prompted an ear scratching as she removed her bow that had crossed her body and she drew an arrow, looking down the length of it as she viewed the clearing in calm silence.&nbsp; Yes, this would prove interesting.<br><br>Now, where was the accursed demon?&nbsp; Slowly, she released the tension on the string and returned the arrow to the quiver.&nbsp; She had enough honor to face him first, to greet her enemy and look him in the eye.&nbsp; If combat offered her an opportunity to take to the trees, she would do so.<br><br>But first thing was first.&nbsp; And with a leap, she landed at the far edge of the clearing, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 02:17:26</strong>
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				A few minutes of tension fueling them on their journey, Zepar and Cresil eventually found themselves at the clearing, as well. Before heading out into the open, however, they both knew to still use the darkness as their guise to survey the area. If there was to be a duel, this place would be it. The entire area was as if it were meant for a bloody duel to be wagered in it; the trees formed a circle around the area, which was clear, except for two stones of medium length and inconsistent shape. They would provide very little cover from any opponent in the trees, but on the ground, face to face, they could be used to avoid a blade in a pinch.<br><br>However, surveying the landscape, Zepar could not see if his opponent had arrived yet. Looking to Cresil, he motioned for him to be the bait; Cresil knew it would be nothing short of suicide, but he bit his tongue and slowly walked out from the cover of the trees and darkness, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sheathed shortsword.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 02:24:17</strong>
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				The Sul'Dal landed gracefully, her hand moving to her sheathed weapon as she called out, moving slowly into the clearing, "Have some honor.&nbsp; Show yourself.&nbsp; Let me see the eyes of my enemy before they are clouded by death."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 02:31:32</strong>
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				Cresil was startled by the words of the elven woman; he had expected a male to be their champion. However, he knew that for his people, he would have to steel himself so that Zepar could move to a much better position. In the meantime, he would have to do his part to keep her distracted from his movement.<br><br>"Tough talk for a soft race!" Cresil called back, ready to strike. "I thought you elves would've ran by now, knowing that true might of the Daimon is here! Your race has no place trying to steal our materials! Now, you will be the one whose eyes are clouded by death!"<br><br>As Cresil taunted their opponent, Zepar was moving to a position where it would be easy for him to leap out and charge with his trusty spear, perhaps even shoot a bolt of lightning to confuse her. It all depended on Cresil's efforts; no other demon in the world could pull this off, Zepar was certain of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 02:47:01</strong>
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				"This is the champion of the Demonkin?" She laughed.&nbsp; "You will not boast so proudly with an arrow in your throat.&nbsp; Larger beasts than you have fallen to my blade.&nbsp; And it will be no different now.&nbsp; Come, taste my steel if you dare."<br><br>The desert cat placed itself between them, snarling, "No, Kaesora.&nbsp; This is a fight for two.&nbsp; Go. Your job is to keep others from interfering."<br><br>Her eyes narrowed on him, "Come at me, or run.&nbsp; This territory isn't yours yet.&nbsp; Not while I draw breath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 03:10:16</strong>
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				So, the elf had some honor. Zepar knew now that stealthy tactics would no longer be necessary; it was time for an honorable duel. Walking out into the clearing, he called for Cresil to stand aside.<br><br>"I am the true warrior you are looking for, elf," he bellowed, looking a bit more fearsome than the prior demon, standing at least a head taller than Cresil, with a sizable difference in muscle mass, as well. His spear gripped in his hand, he certainly looked more the warrior type than Cresil had. "Now, come and face me as a true warrior would, regardless of our races' past."<br><br>Cresil was amazed; he had never seen Zepar act this way. Then again, he had only ever seen Zepar prove his might against the other demons in the mountains that would rebel against the higher dukes. Even then, he had a sense of playful mischief; he was sure the elf didn't stand a chance, now that the mischief was a long-gone thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 00:29:27</strong>
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				The girl nodded, racing in.&nbsp; She lacked a demon's physical strength.&nbsp; But what she lacked in strength, she more than made up for in speed.&nbsp; The time for words had ended.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 00:36:13</strong>
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				Zepar, knowing the seriousness of this battle, put aside all thoughts of foolish antics to taunt his opponent; she was certainly going to be a deadly enemy, especially if her tribe sent her, and her alone. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he took in a breath and opened them again, invoking a furious, yet controlled rage. He was out for blood.<br><br>Watching his adversary charge him, he waited for just the right moment. When she was a good four steps away, he readied his spear and waited for her to take one more step before he swung it so that the bladed edge was aimed for her thighs. In the motion, he was ready to swing the lower end of the spear to deflect a potential counter-attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 02:49:43</strong>
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				Swift, agile, she shifted like the wind-blown sand, dodging the spear just barely, but missing him entirely, her sword unable to reach its mark.&nbsp; The elf wasn't that easy to kill, or she would have been dead long ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:04:41</strong>
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				Grunting and growling as she dodged his spear, Zepar twisted around to face his opponent once again, swinging his spear so that the shaft was aimed at her gut, hoping to knock the air out of her. He figured it wouldn't work, so he prepared to retaliate from the probably counter of the agile, graceful elf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:07:17</strong>
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				She hissed, the edge of the weapon striking her skin enough to leave a bruise as she retreated a little.&nbsp; Better to have him come at her.&nbsp; Her hand reached into a pouch at her hip, digging in a little. She never took her eyes from the demon for a second, though. She knew that would be a mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:10:03</strong>
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				Noting the retreat, Zepar's controlled rage only gave him the foresight of a chance to charge. He did so, point of his spear ready to run her through. He saw her digging in her pouch, but thought it negligible, as he was charging at what he thought was a high enough rate of speed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:26:09</strong>
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				No magic there, just an old trick of the Sul'Dal.&nbsp; Sand, fine particles worn by the desert winds rose up in his face, a puff, a small cloud ready to tear at his eyes.&nbsp; The flat of the spear struck, leaving a bruise, slowing her as she drew a sharp breath, but not enough to stop her entirely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:30:27</strong>
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				Zepar was not expecting anything like that; his rage did not really make him expect much at all. Shouting and tearing up, he dropped his spear as he attempted to wipe the sand from his vision. Realizing his mistake a brief moment later, he knew he was defenseless. He had no choice; he had to ready another blast of lightning. Desperately, he opened his eyes, as painful as it was, and looked for his opponent with blurred vision. Not sure exactly if he was looking at her or not, he dared not waste another bolt of his lightning magic, and instead readied his palm with spark, holding it away from his body to shield the sight from his enemy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:37:01</strong>
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				She darted in, a light cut aimed at his arm before the lightning struck her skin, dropping her to a knee.&nbsp; It was this that knocked the wind out of her.&nbsp; So much for her advantage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:44:40</strong>
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				He could feel the contact, and he could also feel the lightning surge into her. It was his chance to recover. Blinking rapidly and wiping his eyes, he knew that he wouldn't find his spear in this condition. Instead, he knew he had just enough magic for one more move; looking around the best he could, his vision slightly less blurred, he dashed over to one of the stones and crouched. Raising his hand in the air, he channeled his magical energies to the outer dimension. With what seemed like a ripple in the very fabric of time itself, in his hand appeared a morning star, glowing a vibrate and unnatural hue of green, almost as if it was flickering. Closing his hand around it, he gave it a few swings to make sure he had the right thing, and then stood back up to face his opponent once again, ready for her own next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:56:28</strong>
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				She stood, anger burning in her like the sun over the sand.&nbsp; He dared!&nbsp; And then she saw the distance, dropping the sword to pull the graceful bow from her back, fingers of her free hand flicking to the quiver at her hip.&nbsp; The day was hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 04:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head, his eyes finally readjusted to normal, it took Zepar a split second to realize that his opponent had brought out a ranged weapon; a bow. The one thing that he lacked now; range. At least, that much range. He had only one chance to save himself, and it was a gamble on the nerves of his opponent. Summoning up all the rage he could muster, as he started to charge, he let out a massive war cry, deep from within his throat, loud enough to send all the birds in the trees around them flying off in a panic. The arrow would probably still hit him, but if it worked, it could allow him to at least not get hit in the head as he charge, the morning star flailing behind him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 04:05:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't aimed for his head.&nbsp; That was never her intention.&nbsp; The bony plate that rested between his horns would have shattered the arrow.&nbsp; No, instead she aimed for the meat of his thigh.&nbsp; Better to stop his charging about. The second shot flew wild, striking a tree a few feet from his companion.&nbsp; She wasn't even sure if the first one had hit its mark, as his bellow had made her jerk.<br><br>She could only hope.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 04:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first shot did not hit its intended mark, but it did manage to hit him in the shoulder; the same shoulder that the snake had bit him earlier. The pain was immense, but the adrenaline pumping through his system helped him to ignore some of it, but most certainly not all. As the second shot flew past him, he decided to suck up the pain he did feel and make a display of his strength, hoping to further his intimidation factor. Using his free hand, he grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled as hard as he could, managing to rip it out of his shoulder with a spurt of deep crimson. Within seconds, the wound started to close, though he had to continue to mask the pain, making him have to breathe controlled breaths to dull it. Throwing the arrow to the ground, he stared deep into the elf's eyes, and then swung the morning star, making it impact the ground, leaving a dent in the soil underneath. <br><br>After his display was over, he charged again; however, due to the pain in his shoulder, he did do so slower than before. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 22:45:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Striking the ground with his weapon?&nbsp; Was he an elephant?&nbsp; Stomping its feet before a charge?&nbsp; She dropped to a knee, taking careful aim.&nbsp; The arrow this time was blunt, and aimed right for his chest.&nbsp; To kill was easy.&nbsp; To capture... that took talent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 00:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To a knee...winded already? No, of course not, not with the bow still in her hand. Zepar knew that his war cry would not be able to shake her this time, not if she knew it would be coming again. He was too close to even attempt to dodge the arrow, and there was no way his morning star would stop it...but he could not die that easily. He had to do something, so as he watched her hands pull back and judged the distance to where the arrow would be nocked fully, he readied the summoned morning star, and swung it in an upward motion, the spiked ball trailing behind the handle. It barely grazed the arrow, but it wasn't enough to stop it; however, it did slightly knock it off-center, making the blunt tip only partially hit him. It was enough force to knock him to the ground, but it still left him conscious. <br><br>It did hurt like hell, though, and it was too much for him to take. He grabbed at his chest, yowling and screeching, unable to stop himself. He rolled to his left side, then to his right; he knew it would only be a matter of time before his opponent struck the killing blow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 20:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The killing blow never came.&nbsp; What did come was a bash to the temple from the butt of her sword.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she could knock him unconscious.&nbsp; As she understood it, demons had incredibly thick skulls, but it was worth a try.&nbsp; When he was out, she would try talking with his counterpart.&nbsp; If he wouldn't listen, he would be next.<br><br>The Sul'Dal weren't bloodthirsty monsters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 20:19:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the pain in his chest, Zepar did feel the contact to his skull, and was able to realize that she was attempting to knock him out; an honest mistake, if she didn't believe the rumors to be true. So, she did not wish to kill him...perhaps that was his chance. It was extremely difficult, but he was desperate enough that he focused his thoughts away from the immense pain the blunted arrow caused him, and acted as if he was unconscious. His breaths were ragged still, and he twitched about, instinctively wanting to hold his chest again, but he laid there.<br><br>Cresil was horror-struck; Zepar, defeated by some damn elf?! She couldn't be natural if she managed to do that, or Zepar was plotting something for a counter-attack. All he knew was that the elf was walking his way; he wanted to run, fearing death, but his honor kept him rooted in place, staring her in the eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 20:25:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Enough of this." she said.&nbsp; "I am satisfied that those sent to face me have honor.&nbsp; Let us speak.&nbsp; Perhaps we can come to an agreement."&nbsp; The elders had never spoke of any honor among the demons and their kin, but here it was.&nbsp; She started to sheath her blade, eyes flashing back and forth between the pair, as if expecting them to continue the battle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 21:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cresil did not know what to do; he was only armed with a shortsword, and Zepar couldn't take her down while fully equipped, and he was unconscious now due to a blow to the head! Wait, blow to the head...crafty deception by Zepar! Cresil knew what he had to do now; he had to stall for time so that Zepar could recover.<br><br>"Yes, yes, I think you've earned that," Cresil said as he stepped out into the clearing, sounding as if he respected the elf now. "Just keep that blade sheathed; it's obvious you don't want death today, and I'm afraid I'm no match for you. I'm only a subordinate, and he's our best warrior out there."<br><br>If there was one thing Cresil was good for, that would be long-winded speeches. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 22:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf kept her distance, carefully sheathing the blade, "Then we speak.&nbsp; We both want the ore beneath the ground.&nbsp; There is no need for anyone to die."&nbsp; Reaching into her pouch, she pulled a small, earthenware vial and rolled it toward Zepar.&nbsp; "That should dull the pain.&nbsp; It is a concoction made from certain desert plants.&nbsp; But, do not drink it.&nbsp; Rub it where it hurts."<br><br>She felt a small show of good will might be worth the effort.&nbsp; And, if they would talk, truly talk, then perhaps, in time, things might change.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 22:43:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, perhaps there was no need for him to stall; Cresil walked over to Zepar, trying to keep up the act of him being unconscious, but to his amazement, Zepar dropped the act; did he truly not wish to fight any longer? He took the vial and poured the strange medicine on his chest and rubbed it in, doing his best to ignore all the pain involved, though he still grunted as it was applied. Within seconds, he could feel the pain slowly but surely die down. However, he still could not get up right away, so Cresil decided he would start the talking.<br><br>"Well, then, that is interesting," he commented on the offering of the medicine. "Perhaps there really IS a chance for an agreement. State your offer, and maybe we'll see if it's worth anything. I will say that since you left us alive, we will still want ore for our tribe; we can't return empty-handed, you know. That would not only shame our families, but also get us killed, anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 22:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thought a long moment.&nbsp; "We have been at war for too many generations, my people and yours.&nbsp; The Sul'Dal need the ore.&nbsp; The Demons and your kin need the ore. "<br><br>She glanced about her.&nbsp; So many trees, and they were heavily laden with fruit.&nbsp; Fertile ground.&nbsp; The people of the desert scrounged for food, drying it to carry with them where they could find it.&nbsp; Perhaps it was time for many changes, though she wasn't so sure her people would embrace the idea.&nbsp; "We build a city here, in the jungle, for trade.&nbsp; Mine beneath the soil."<br><br>She let him take in this idea, "There is much more to be had here than metal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 23:06:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Build a city in the jungle?" Cresil repeated, not sure how to grasp that notion; all he ever knew was the mountains, and wasn't sure how his tribe's ways would fit in the jungle. Then there was the idea of much more than metal...sure, there were other things, like water and fruit, as well as game to hunt, but...could it even be possible?<br><br>Zepar also thought on the idea, losing the soreness in his chest quicker and quicker. A city would be nice, but he knew she was suggesting that the elves and the Daimon live together, as well. That, he knew, would not be such a great thing to suggest to the elders and their stubborn philosophies and beliefs. <br><br>Finally, Cresil spoke again. "How do you propose we go about telling our superiors?" he asked, genuinely curious. "We know for a fact that our elders wouldn't even fathom a city with elves in it as well, let alone in a jungle and not in the mountains. I have a feeling your kin will also show major signs of hesitation. How are we supposed to live together with all this hatred boiling between our tribes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 23:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm certain both sides will object, until they realize what there is to gain.&nbsp; The ointment I gave you...the things needed to make it grow only in the desert.&nbsp; And, you must admit, it is effective.&nbsp; Perhaps not a city, but a trading post?&nbsp; I am sure we each may be able to provide the other with something needed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 03:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both Cresil and Zepar thought about it just being a trading post; that could certainly work out much better, as both tribes lived relatively close to the jungle's borders. Both did hold unique resources that were common to the one, but rare or non-existent in the other. Surely the elders could see a use for desert resources and the advantage of not having to obtain them through war...<br><br>This time, in response, it was Zepar who spoke, managing to get to a seated position, though he still held his chest with his arms, also still holding the summoned morning star. "You have a wise mind, as well as a good sense of battle," he said, admiration in his tone. "As a warrior, I would like to ask your name. Mine is Zepar." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am Malana." she nodded, seating herself on a fallen log.&nbsp; "As for the Polonium, we should find out how much is here.&nbsp; If there is much, there is no reason for either of us to have all of it."&nbsp; It seemed that if they could come to a truce, perhaps an accord that would allow for the trading of goods, everyone might benefit.<br><br>But there was still the matter of the Polonium.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malana...a name unknown to his own tribe, as he was sure Zepar was to her own. Somehow, despite the past, the name drew a sort of exotic interest, just as the jungle had done. The pain in his chest subsided, he stood up and walked over to the spot where his lost spear rested. Placing the morning star on the ground, it dissipated into thin air in a green burst, and left no trace of being there. He then picked up his spear and held it at his side, the point of the spear facing the ground.<br><br>"We should do so," Zepar said, nodding. "This jungle is large, and it would be folly to search the entire area on our own. Perhaps, with the warriors of our tribes working together, it could start a peaceful turn to the relationship."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps, Zepar." she nodded.&nbsp; "I will have to discuss this with the elders, but I believe they might see the benefit of what I propose."&nbsp; Their people had been at war for so long, she wondered if the elders could understand the concept of peaceful negotiations.&nbsp; There was only one way to find out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps, but I know the stubborn ways of my people," Zepar said, knowing full well how the elders would react. "We are too inclined to stick to tradition, and unfortunately, it's been tradition to hate the elves. With time...perhaps my people can see the light." There weren't many demons in the mountains as open-minded as Zepar, and he was only this way because he knew that change had to happen soon; staying in the past would not help bring forward a future.<br><br>"Shall we explore, then?" Zepar offered, looking for a direction to search. "We may as well search before the sun sets."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malana thought on the matter a long, quiet moment before nodding.&nbsp; They had to learn to work together, and it would have to start small, "Let us search, then."&nbsp; Calling her companion to her side, she nodded to him, "I will allow you to lead for now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cresil jumped to the side as the big cat came to the side of Malana, not sure what to make of the large creature. Zepar just nodded and walked off to the mass of trees and vines to the east, scraping the trees with his horns as he was doing earlier. He wasn't sure where to really look, but knew they had to start somewhere. As they walked, he thought of what a peaceful life with the elves would be like; he had to admit, he did like the idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malana followed her ears to the river.&nbsp; A bounty of fresh water rushing over the ground.&nbsp; So much better than cutting holes in cacti or digging deep into the sand.&nbsp; Then, she paused, dropping to a knee, "Zepar..."&nbsp; She had caught a glint in the water's edge and picked up a rock, "What do you make of this?"<br><br>She held up the stone in her hand, offering it to him.&nbsp; They didn't have stone like this in the desert.&nbsp; It was somewhat bluish in color and glinted like glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dangerous Territory (Yasarra and Gensokian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 23:12:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zepar stepped closer and stared at the rock; it was certainly not anything like what he was used to up in the mountains. It seemed to be something important, but he could not be sure; it was then that he realized that he didn't even know what polonium looked like. It could be the very ore they were looking for, so he nodded.<br><br>"It could be it," he said, thinking. "We should keep it, just in case." He then nodded to her cat, thinking it could be used to hold their findings.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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