Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)
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				Title: <strong>Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>04-01-2008, 23:39:37</strong>
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				Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric looked upon the Lunar tribe, and hesitated.<br><br>Yes, the Deathlord Ears and Eyes of Oblivion was expanding his shadowlands at a disturbing rate. Yes, Both he and the Lunar ahead were prime targets. Yes, it was Veric himself who suggested the alliance in the first place. Even so, Veric found himself a bit nervous about spending time in a Civilization forged purely from the hands of a Lunar. He had heard rumors about what they were like, few of them flattering. It was strange, he was more comfortable in a land ruled by the Dragonblooded who hunted Solars like him then with an ally who which he had many things in common. Perhaps another of the Empress's tricks.<br><br>It didn't matter in any case. Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric lightly tapped his chestnut stallion with his heels, spurring the horse to trot towards the Lunar's encampment. The Dawn Caste Solar's hair matched the colour of his horse, cut short and back away from his lake-blue eyes. He wore no armor to suggest his exalted status, only a brown leather coat that hung open to reveal a white shirt underneath. Black cotton riding pants adorned his legs and his shoes were simple boots with no spurs. The only thing that suggested he was anything but normal was Veric's grand Daiklave that rested diagonally on his back. His frame bristled with weaponry, for he was chosen for War and took that very seriously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>05-01-2008, 05:10:53</strong>
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				Yet, that wasn't just the only thing. This tribe was known to be a civilization (if one could use the term lightly) composing of nothing but females and other "things". Males were rather hard press to gain admittance to the glorious city amongst the ancient ruins of the First Age, many of which devices still worked due to the sleuth of Lunar techs of the No-Moon Caste working vigilantly to keep the odd devices running. Perhaps he could not gain admittance just like the other countless males that have tried or perhaps his special status of being a child of the Unconquered Sun, a Solar would grant access? Only an attempt could tell… and the say so of the Elder Chiaska, a Changing-Moon Lunar with a perchance to changing many forms, possessing that primarily of a glorious, beautiful silver fox.<br><br>The strange mechanical hum was growing closer as he neared, just what could he await to see? Upon view was that of two women, presumably god-blooded or elemental of some sort by the aura that permitted about them in such an unnerving manner… or perhaps it was the odd looking armor of various sanguine silver swirls and clockwork devices whirling about like turning gears that caused the uneasiness. Now, all he has to do is approach the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>05-01-2008, 05:43:33</strong>
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				Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric's sense of unease only increased when he saw the strange clockwork machines and other technology that surrounded the first age ruin. He didn't really understand anything more complicated than a sword, and their presense did nothing for his temperament. Regardless, Veric was determined to press on and try to seal his alliance (however tempoarary it may be). He had sent a message via a spirit he had bribed, outlining the dangers the Lunar faced and the benefits of a possible alliance. Now to see if she agreed with his point of view.<br><br>The horse came to a stop in front of the two guards, and the rider appraised their arms and armor habitually. Then he spoke. "I am Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric, Chosen of the Unconquered Sun. I request an audience with your..." Shaman? Priestess? Elder? Chieftain? Crap. Why didn't he get the Lunar's title, at least?<br><br>"... Leader."<br><br>That'd do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 01:05:30</strong>
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				The two looked amongst each other and spoke in an odd tongue that not even he could decipher. It was obviously a "glibbed" tongue only they use. Both raise their odd looking weapons that resembled bows of some sort, aiming them right at him as they would speak.<br><br>"Prove it... then you may enter."<br><br>As they were obviously on guard, perhaps someone else had tried to enter the stronghold under the same pretenses, or they were just warry of Solars. Anyway, they needed a reason to let him in aside from name and proclamanation alone.
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				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 01:50:34</strong>
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				Prove that he was a Solar. Easy, but necessary. Veric channeled a fragment of his power into his forhead, flaring his caste mark. The sunburst sign of the Dawn Caste lit up with white fire, roaring brighter than the Noonday sun.<br><br>"Is this adequate?" Asked Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric, his mount taking a few impatient steps to the side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 02:10:56</strong>
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				Both didn't narry offer a blink at the display, almost as if they were expecting it of some sort. Lowering their weapons they'd turn to the gate, looking to it for a biref moment. Pushing their hands against the gate as it would slowly push open revealing the city within. The citizens were all barely dressed as it was, many were topless or wearing soft silks. It was during the summer time after all and it got quite hot. The guards all appeared to be dressed in the same freakish clockwork bondage gear carrying the weapons glancing at the passer-by with their essence scoped lenses.<br><br>Many of the great city was still in disrepair in comparison to the living area of the city. Still in design as things were being worked out, repaired and rengineered. It was a Twilight Caste's wet dream. The citizens all stopped for a brief moment in what they were doing to simply stare at the man, for a few moments only awkward silence came forth from them before they started to gossip amongst each other in hushed tones then went on their way, this place was quite odd and yet no Lunar presence was felt, they must be working in the shadows when it came to this situation... which made things much harder. Like Sidereals, Lunars working their own Thousand Streams River in the background were quite hard to find... but all answers seems to lead north as the left guard points to the end of the city, way in the back a massive tower juts upward seemingly endless into the sky.<br><br>"There is what you seek. Go Sun-Child, be on your best behavior."
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				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 03:09:38</strong>
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				Veric hesitated again as the gates swung open to reveal the city within. There was an impressive amount of magi-tech still in operation in the first age ruin. Veric entertained the thought that they might not need his help, but banished it with the memory of Eyes and Ears of Oblivion's citadel. It all bothered him as normal, particularly the armor. It didn't seem to do much protecting. There was probably some arcane reason do it that the Dawn didn't understand.<br><br>"Thank you." Said Soldier politely, giving the guard a slight nod. Veric tapped his horse again, spurring the creature forward. The Solar kept his eyes on the road ahead, to keep himself from staring at the city's strange sights and to prevent any undo ogling of the topless females. He was here on business after all. Plus, it seemed that the city had a strange dislike of the male gender.<br><br>Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric pushed through the city, towards the mysterious tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 05:47:34</strong>
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				As he went in deeper into the city. He'd notice quite peculiarities amongst the female civilians. None of them were ugly, hell, none of them were plain. All of them had an unique feature that made them stand out in an attractive manner, even if it wasn't an drop-dead gorgeous frame. They also seem to possess quite the intellect... just what is this Lunar planning with these women and what has she done to get them to so feverently work for her as a society?<br><br>Many questions would go unanswered until he met the woman in charge, now, getting there was the hard part. The tower was on the other end of the city, well near the end of it near the Wyld. If he didn't know any better, he'd reckon they were in it already, but the city's still working Jade Obelisks kept the Wyld at bay, the reality was quite stable thanks to them. The surge of Essence was pulling him to the massive tower in the distance, it was obviously a Manse of some sort... and by the looks, it predates the First Age in design, perhaps it was one of the first ones built after the Primordial Wars.<br><br>Eyes watched him carefully from the shadows, he could feel it. Someone or someones were tracking him, watching his every move like a watchful cat, as the crawling sensation ran across his neck, an umplesent feeling. A beautiful maiden seemingly approaches from the side, with soft red tinged skin, long luscious wavy green locks and briliant blue eyes, trade-mark attributes of many Dragon-Blooded, now merged into one? Just what sort of creature was this?<br><br>"So... you must be the one the Mistress has told us about." Soft, tender words, inquisitive in nature spout forth from the soft, supple lips as they purse in a curious mark. "I didn't expect one as handsome as you to come alone... you must have been through... hell to get here." She approached the horse, but it was some-what spooked, rather wary of the woman... and the only time his horse got that way was when it was near something related to either the Wyld or worse... the Yozis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 11:30:24</strong>
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				Veric as traveled into the depths of the city, he tried very hard not to question what he was seeing. Like how there wasn't an ugly woman among them. Or even a plain one. How did they ever manage to accomplish that!? No, no. He wasn't supposed to think about stuff like that. Besides, it was probably something to do with all the wyld energies near the town, or the shapeshifter's power or even sorcery! Dammit, he was questioning again. Veric had to keep his mind on the task ahead.<br><br>There were two things making that difficult, first was the constant feeling of eyes on him (which he was used to from his dangerous life) and the flares of essence that came from the manse ahead (which Veric was not used to, as he had yet to capture a manse for himself). The Manse, no, this place seemed old. Damn old. Yet he had never heard of a First Age ruin around here until the first mentions of a Lunar Anathema taking up shop entered the rumor pool.<br><br>A beautiful maiden with seemingly unnatural features approached from the side. They seemed awfully close to that of Dragonblooded Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric had fought in the past. It took a matter of willpower to keep his hands on the reigns and not on the hilts of his weapons. Veric pull lightly on the reigns, slowing his horse so that the woman could comfortably walk along side him and talk.<br><br>"She had told you about me?" Asked Veric, his spirits lifting. "Then Chiaska has received my message! Good, I was worried for a moment there. You flatter me with your words, miss, but my features don't hold a candle to yours. My journey here... was no more difficult than my travels anywhere else." Of course, 'Anywhere else' included a lot of dangerous places.<br><br>His horse was nervous. The nameless steed had carried him faithfully throughout Verics mortal career and his Exalted adventures, and had gained a keen instinct for trouble. Veric wasn't particularly comfortable with this woman in the first place, Horse's instinct only backed up his decision to be very cautious.<br><br>'Cautious' was not 'Rude' however. "I hope my visit does not cause undo burden to you or your Mistress, but my news is rather grave. My name is Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric. And you are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 22:49:40</strong>
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				"Tsk, tsk. I said <em>my</em> Mistress, not that pesky Lunar Chiaska." A soft, jubilant laugh came from her lips as her eyes shined with utmost intensity of various emotions swirling within. Just who was she talking about now?<br><br>"They call my Jubilant Jade... I'm the regional courtesan and general provider of the entertainment... Chiaska made sure I was here.. mn, after all, that strange fuzzy likes the presence of those touched by the Neomah." As she stated the obvious, she was quite content in revealing her demonic heritage and proclamnation of being a Demon-Blood. This city had some quite odd rules indeed.<br><br>Fingertips would delicately caress over her own features in an unconscious manner as she cupped herself and wrapped her arms about her waist, lifting her breasts as she hugged herself. Looking to the right the to the left at the people that pooled about the couple, before breaking off and going back to their own buisness, apparently they were just as curious as Veric was as to why she was there.<br><br>"My Mistress has spoke of you in quite high regard, but alas, she has been bound here for quite some time. The Lunar rabble made damn sure of it... as well, made sure it was nigh impossible for a male to enter, so thus, our meeting had to take...five years to make." Was she really waiting that long? Five years just to meet him? And why?<br><br>"But, as things seem to be." Eyes darting down, head turned away and looking to the cobblestone road. "You're here for the Lunar are you not? Be warned, she dislikes unhonorable males... and honor in her regard... is rather, peculiar if you might dare say so. Her scions and fellow Lunar are watching you, so you best be on your best behavior... if you don't care to end up dead... Mn, you might be a lone Sun-Child, but nearly a dozen well equipped and trained Lunars and their beastmen live here... mn, and a sleuth of loyal citizens... " Smiling earnest as she looked back up to him. "So, I shall see you later, no? And... you best have a gift as an offering to her." She nodded to the various stands near the marketplace. "Unless you do not find your... head quite fond."<br><br>And lo, she walked off and away, the peculiar Demon-Blooded in all her splender managed to vanish amongst the crowd like a skilled assassin, now only if Veric was to believe what she said or not. That was his decision or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>07-01-2008, 02:50:38</strong>
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				Veric's face scruched up in a look of confusion. So Jubilant Jade was not a servant of the Lunar's... but the spawn of a Demon? The works going on in this city were truly frightening. To make matters worse a good deal of attention was being paid to them from the townsfolk. It was probably not the kind of attention Veric and Horse wanted at the moment.<br><br>And the fact her 'mistress' had been waiting five years to arrange a meeting? Downright impossible. If this weren't literally the only target that the Deathlord had left to attack, Veric would have never come to this strange ruin and visited her demonic Lady. Or anyone for that matter. The Wyld was a meager threat compared to that of the Deathlords. The soldier found it hard to believe that the Yozies had sway over the Neverborn. But still, his curiosity was unfortunately piqued. Maybe after the meeting- No, it would lead to too much trouble.<br><br>The warning about his capricious hosts worried Veric more than the implication of the Demon. After all, his message was useless if Chiaska decided to have him executed before he could say anything. The Solar's eyes found the markets. It would be better to lose the meager amount of jade he had on him on something that may be untrue than lose his head.<br><br>"How does your mistress know of me? Who is she?" Asked Veric, but Jubilant Jade had disappeared into the crowd. The Dawn caste frowned in frustration. No doubt there was to be more frustrating things ahead. The warrior sighed, and nudged his horse towards the markets. He bought the most expensive piece of jewelry he could afford (consulting his horse for the animals wise opinion) before heading back on his way towards the tower, much quicker now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>07-01-2008, 04:07:51</strong>
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				The place had quite the interesting appeal to it in many regards. It looked clearly capable of keeping a Deathlord out on it's own, yet without the knowledge of one approaching prior, that would cause it to have problems in defending. The crowd seemed to thicken as it neared the main area of the tower, as the courtyard area was litterally crowded nearly neck to neck with pedestrians going on their value. The courtyard itself looked much like a series of buildings and parks spanning in virtually all directions with the massive tower in the middle. Veric had to leave his horse behind if he wanted to go onward or trample people in the process.<br><br>Yet, that wasn't the only problem Veric had encountered. It seems he was not the only male in the city. For a glimpse moment amongst the sea of people, Veric would notice the odd one out of the group, everyone seemingly ignoring him as if he was invisible. The man was of slight, feminine build, shirtless and pale in complexion. Wearing dark black leathers for pants and heavy boots, dark gauntlets surrounded his hands and ended into a vambrace. Dark, long tresses of black hair cascaded down his feminine features down to nearly his ankles which partially masked the long slender dark scythe he carried about a single strap on his back.<br><br>He stared right at Veric as if piercing the soul and seemingly vanished somehow amongst the crowd much like Jubilant Jade did before... but this one was more unnerving, the man didn't look familiar, yet that dark death motif was quite so, there was no doubt he was in league with agents of death, either a Ghost-Blooded individual or worse... a Deathknight of some sort. Veric was suddenly caught off guard by the sudden approach of three guards holding their hands up as they approached the horse and spoke.<br><br>"No riding beyond this point, you must hitch your horse at the post and then you may proceed." Did they not see the other man? They sure as hell did see Veric although...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>07-01-2008, 20:12:52</strong>
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				Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric was surprised by the jam-packed nature of the courtyard. Normally there were roads for carrages and horses, but it seemed any approach would have to be on foot.<br><br>There. Veric suddenly picked out someone who had the appearance of the Deathlords servants. He was staring at him. Well, Veric stared right back, eyes full of conviction. His hand went to the hilt of his Grand Daiklave, but in an instant the man was gone. Veric cursed mentally. He had the skill to track the man down, but not the time. It would be better to inform the leaders of the city of the dire threat they faced.<br><br>The guards distracted him. Frowning, Veric did as they said, tying the horses reigns to the post. Though his horse was as strong as tyrant lizard and could tear right through the bindings, he was obedient and would wait for the Solar to get back. Once that was accomplished, Veric went to climb the tower and deliver his news.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>07-01-2008, 20:48:51</strong>
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				The tower itself was as beautiful and extravagant as the Imperial Manse itself, yet it seemed off and a little more in disrepair in comparison. Various portions of the manse itself was damaged and in the state of being repaired by various people of many origins. Suddenly past the large crowd of people, Veric would find yet another obstacle in his way, a rather intensely tall thick wall surrounding the tower. Apparently the courtyard was split up in two portions. The guards didn't although stop him and let him enter the inner courtyard, where he thought his world turned upside down and he found himself in the pleasure district of the Scarlet Empire.<br><br>The place was littered with various public pools, smaller buildings and other dens of inquirery of ancient design. Yet, the people there were the most interesting aspect. All were that of the most attractive women that he possibly have seen ever in Creation and none of them had narry a stitch of clothes on them, all but the guards were the ones dressed and him.<br><br>&nbsp;Almost as if two societies lived in one area, the more decadent remained in here. All were jubilant in attitude, embraced in their own vices and pleasures. Many were drinking, smoking, gossiping and even fucking in the various areas in the open under the watchful eye of the guards. The Elder Lunar had a quirky way of rewarding her people. Another thing he'd notice would be the dozens of bound Neomah scattered amongst the group, all of them using their special arts of gender-shifting and of course servicing the women, right there in the open. It was almost too much to take in all at once.
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				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>07-01-2008, 22:08:40</strong>
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				"Oh boy." Muttered Veric, keeping his eyes ahead.<br><br>It would seem that Veric had found himself in the Pleasure district. He hadn't seen this much decidance since he took leave in Great Forks. Only all the ugly people and gods were gone. Either the Lunars had strict standards on physical beauty, or everyone had good access to fleshwarping. Wait, the Neomah. If they mass-summoned Neomah, they could control a good deal of how their offspring came out. It also solved the 'no males' question. Still, Veric did not like how close they were to creation's enemies.<br><br>If this were another time, another place, and another situation, Veric might be inclined to join in. But this was here, now, and in a desperate situation. The man pushed on ahead, keeping up his search for the entrance to the tower. He burned a bit of essence to increase his walking speed. The better part of temperance was avoidance, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>08-01-2008, 02:21:51</strong>
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				This society itself seems quite odd in all, such random factors drawn in yet it seems to piece itself coherently. The Elder of the society must be quite mad indeed, which might make his dealings with problematic... but worse, that man he spotted earlier seems to be at the steps of the tower entrance already, turning to his right, walking right past the two guards seemingly unnoticed. A quirked smirk plays across his features as he made his way in... but alas, Veric was stopped once again, but this time... it wasn't by those mortal guards, no, it was a Lunar!<br><br>&nbsp;both capable in appearance by the sheer muscle mass alone and the rather impressive weaponry she carried. Wearing nearly nothing as it seemed, just simple leather loins and breast bands to cover their decency. She had a peculiar looking scar across her right cheek going all the way down her neck and to her breasts, yet it did not seem to detract from her beauty. Her hair was short, dark and cropped as her skin was ivory in color. She looked like a mix-breed from someone from the North. Strapped upon her back was that of a wicked grimcleaver. Holding her right hand up as she would tell Veric.<br><br>"Halt, what business do you have here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>08-01-2008, 05:29:58</strong>
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				Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric scowled when he saw the agent of the deathlord again. He was heading inside, for some nefarious perpose, no doubt. He was probably operating under a stealth charm. Or maybe he was a trusted resident? It seemed unlikely, but possible. Either way, Veric had to find out his business. The Solar moved to persue, a Zealous look crossing his features. But before he could enter, a Lunar stopped him.<br><br>She had the look to a soldier, which Veric respected. But she was seriously underdressed. Veric didn't use armor either, but he still wore pants for gods sake! Really, what was wrong with pants? "I am Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric. I must speak with Elder Chiaska. I must warn her that the armies of the Deathlord Eyes and Ears of Oblivion march on this city. Please, there is little time to waste." He spoke quickly, getting right to the point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>08-01-2008, 05:50:41</strong>
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				The Lunar woman seemingly laughs right in Veric's face. The nerve of her! She shook her head and crossed her arms. "I don't care if you were the Unconquered Sun himself, no one is getting in to see Chiaska without a day's notice... especially not a male. So you're going to have to park it buddy and wait a day before. This place might be different from where you come from, but no one is getting in..."<br><br>Did she not see that man that went in earlier? Or is he one of the trusted? Woe is the city if he is if he is truly what Veric believes to be, the motif was plain as day it seems, but this Lunar wasn't going to budge, damn the regulations it seems. They do have some sort of bizarre civil manners, was Chiaska really -that- important to the society? She possibly was due to the reaction of everyone, was she truly acting as if she was the Scarlet Empress in another part of Creation?<br><br>"The only way to go through is through our Council, you must apply there and seek them out... and.. mn, you're at the wrong side of the tower, I'm afraid bub you're going to have to go to the other side." She thumbed over. The tower itself was immense, scaling many city blocks on it's own... and she expects him to WALK all the way to the other side? This day seems to be getting longer and longer.
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				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 00:52:14</strong>
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				Veric frowned in annoyance, but did not shout. As a life-long soldier, he was somewhat used to important military matters being stymied by bureaucratic meandering. Still, he was going to fight as hard as he could to let his message be heard. "You let that other male in without any objections." He said. If the lunar pressed for details, Veric gave them. "Long black hair. Pale skin. No shirt. Huge scythe. Reeks of death. Walked right in just before I got here."<br><br>There was really nothing to do but gamble now. "Listen, in my experience 'one day' means 'three weeks' in beuraucratic lingo. And the city might not have that much time. How about this; You take a look at my evidence and hear what I have to say. If you believe me, you help me make my presentation to the council. If you don't, I'll leave your city and never return."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 01:22:37</strong>
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				The woman smirks at that situation, not believing him in any method, yet she still responded. "Okay, explain why you're here and then you'll be able to go see the council if I think it is suitable for it, but be warned, the council wants viable evidence. After all, a lot of resources go in to these things... so, I'll hear you out... for now."<br><br>That Deathnight must be using some sort of Stealth Charms to get by all of them, yet the real curiousity was that as to why he revealed himself to Veric. Almost as if he was toying him, egging him on and wanting him to anger himself into a rage... if that was the case, it might work if Veric loses his patience.<br><br>The woman crosses her arms, hugging underneath her breasts as she awaits for a reasoning for him to come charging into the city and demand to see the highest ranking Lunar in the entire region... that cared to some extent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: Strange Bedfellows (Creeper and Z.K!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creeper</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 03:50:16</strong>
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				Veric breathed. This was good. Veric had to convince many towns in the past of the thread of the Deathlord marching on their cities. It took some more convincing than others, and after losing a few towns to the undead armies Veric had assembled a barrage of mundane and supernatural proof of his words. The more people died, the strong Eyes and Ears of Oblivion became, after all.<br><br>First, Veric pulled out a document written on tanned human skin in the blood of some beast. "These are marching orders for the Deathlord Eyes and Ears of Oblivion's legions, written by his General Alter of Bone. See that list on the bottom? While your city is on that list, you should concern yourself with the other cities too. Because they are all GONE. Every single one of them. There is no longer <em>any</em> human settlement between here and Great Forks. I don't know if you have any intelligence agents in the field, but they will confirm what I have said. If they still live."<br><br>Next up was a letter that Veric handed to the Lunar. "This is a letter from the Towns I managed to save, who fled from the undead armies. It is signed by the mayors or ruling bodies of those who escaped. I used it to help convince others to survive. Sometimes it worked... sometimes it didn't."<br><br>The next thing he handed to woman was a collection of crinkled paper, with occasional bloodstains. They contained sketches of the Dead, strange necromantic war machines, and notable people in the Deathlord's armies. The data was extremely tactical, as there were lists of strengths, weaknesses, and the capabilities of the subjects beside each sketch. "These are my own personal records of the Deathlord's armies, information I have gathered during my frequent skirmishes with the arms of his Legions."<br><br>"Lastly, I have brought a prisoner." Said Veric, reaching to his back to retrieve a large brown sack, dark with old blood. From the sack Veric roughly removed a old severed head. It appeared to be male, with no eyes and hair that might have been yellow at one point. The bloody mark of a Day Caste Abyssal still oozed on his forhead. Once free from the sack, the head started to snap at Veric and the Lunar. Veric bashed it against the wall.<br><br>"Behave!" He commanded. "Speak your name and rank, beast!"<br><br>"We've been through this already!" Complained the head, glaring as much as one could with no eyes.<br><br>"Well, we're going back through it again and again until I am satisfied!" Barked Veric. "Name and rank, now!"<br><br>"Eeerrgh..." The head seemed to fight something, then resign. "Hundred Deaths Dancing, Commander for the Deathlord Eyes and Ears of oblivion."<br><br>"What were your orders, before I slew you, Ghost?!"<br><br>Deaths Dancing sighed. "Take all the civilized outposts in the region. Return all living captives to the shadowlands for slaughter."<br><br>"Does that include this city?" Demanded Veric. The head bit his tongue, and would not speak until Veric slammed it into the wall again and repeated his question louder.<br><br>"Yes! By the neverborn yes! And you are far too late, Sun-child! You all are! When my master comes, there were be a slaughter! He will free me, and I will take great pleasure raping you moon-bitches to death, then fucking their wretched spirits for all eternity! There is nowhere to run now! You're doomed! Do-OW!" Veric rapped the head against the wall again, and thrust the possessed object back into the sack.<br><br>Unparalleled Battlemaster Veric folded his hands behind his back, and waited for the Lunar's judgement. If he couldn't convince her, it was unlikely he could convince the council.
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