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       #Post#: 21319--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: Epsilon Date: March 2, 2015, 3:13 pm
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       Mosaiah
       Click.
       Tap.
       She stirred, slightly. Consciousness was regaining. Her eyesight
       as blurred, when she opened her eyelids, head hurting. At first,
       she was unaware of her surroundings, only the tapping of what
       she thought were footsteps, and the ache of her body from her
       knockout.
       When she rolled her head, attempting to lift herself back up,
       she heard a soft sigh, and then ruffled movements. Mosaiah
       blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision, and looked up
       to see, the face of the old man from before when she was knocked
       out.
       Normally, the female would be angry to come in such close
       proximity of another human being. But, the sight of the old man,
       somehow calmed her, something vaguely familiar. The elderly male
       looked back down at her, looking saddened, his eyes appearing to
       be moist. When he spoke to her, his tone sounded something
       remorseful.
       "I apologize, I am truly sorry... I did not mean to cause you
       such harm... When you fell down, I positioned you to be in a
       less uncomfortable position, but I did not know the exact extent
       of the injury."
       She blinked again, then shook her head. Whatever his issue was,
       she wasn't wanting to deal with weak behavior, at this moment.
       While it made her feel, somewhat, bad about disregarding someone
       showing such empathy, the reasons why was a little more
       concerning.
       Tap.
       Placing a hand to her own head, she sat up. The elderly man
       stuck a hand out, encase he needed to assist her, but refrained
       from touching the female. Once she was fully sat up, she noticed
       the man was wearing old fashioned robes, sitting cross-legged
       beside the female. He had long, white-silvery hair, as well as a
       lengthy beard. Ontop of his head, was an old fur hat.
       He opened his mouth, but then closed it again, being unsure as
       how to speak to the female. Mosaiah, spent another moment to
       recollect her thoughts. She figured, this was likely the servant
       described in the book. She had not read deeply into the purpose
       of the servant, but she knew it involved a war of sorts.
       Lowering her hand to the ground, she pushed herself up, followed
       by the eyes of the elderly man. The glass shards that had
       previously made the glass guardian, recollected themselves, then
       formed themselves into a throne-like seat, which the female sat
       herself upon. After sighing, she then addressed the man.
       "You're the servant I've summoned?" The man nodded.
       "Yes, I am... Caster." Mosaiah nodded slightly, sighing.
       Caster... While she would have liked a more physical guard,
       Caster was certainly a viable ally. Likely, he should be capable
       of teaching her to better work her magical capabilities, being
       limited as she was. However, she then realized, how much she
       lacked in knowledge in this apparent war, her possibly being in
       danger of harm. More so than she already was, anyway.
       "Caster... I'm going to need you to tell me more about this
       war." Caster then nodded in agreement, relocating himself
       in-front of the female, and began his explanation of events.
       #Post#: 21321--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: M217 Date: March 2, 2015, 4:51 pm
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       David
       The giant had seated himself in the middle of the room, where
       the summoning circle had been, and was now scrutinizing a
       massive sword. David took the opportunity to study the giant
       more closely. He was nearly nine feet tall, which was clear
       despite his seated position; with the physique of a Greek God
       that was in full display. The giant wore only a  tattered rag
       that didn't reach his knees. The sword, by contrast, was elegant
       and flawless; the craftsmanship inconceivable for a weapon of
       its stature. Not a speck of dust was visible on the bronze
       blade, and it seemed to glow with a soft light, at odds with the
       behemoth that held it. His face was framed with touseled, wild
       black curls that flared out around his bronze helm. The eyes,
       gleaming in the shadows, were uncomprehending.
       "Wh- Who are you?"
       No answer.
       "Are you here to assist me in the war?"
       The great head turned, frowning, and then turned back. No
       confirmation, no denial.
       "Is it that you can't talk or won't? Please? Something?
       Anything?"
       The man's fist rammed into the floor, splintering the tiles.
       Annoyance.
       Frightened, David retreated into the doorway. The man was still.
       #Post#: 21325--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: nitrox116 Date: March 2, 2015, 5:08 pm
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       Zain Krauss
       A silver car drove through the streets of the city: the general
       at the wheel, and Krauss sitting next to him.  The general
       maneuvered the car with one hand, and held his rhomphaia in the
       other.  They had spent the rest of the day discussing battle
       strategy: the general was naturally good at it, while Krauss's
       experience and long hours of research allowed him to contribute
       some ideas.
       Krauss spoke.  "Everything's ready, then."
       "Yes.  I must admit, I'm not used to fighting in this style."
       "But you agree it's the best option."
       "Yes.  And a true master of battle must be able to function
       regardless of the conditions."  The general looked out the
       window.  "Is this the area you were talking about?"
       Krauss nodded.  "Yes, the industrial district.  A perfect place
       for battles in the Sanctum War.  Now all we have to do is find
       our target, and eliminate them."
       ((A rhomphaia is kind of like a very long scythe, except not so
       drastically curved (instead, it's only slightly curved toward
       the inside edge).  The general's is slightly longer than normal,
       and has a hook at the back end.))
       #Post#: 21327--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: Iaashadow Date: March 2, 2015, 6:06 pm
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       Madame
       "My lord, I've found you an opponent. He goes by the name
       Professor Pronto."
       "Really?"
       "Yeah, he's some sort of a philosopher. Keeps his face secret? I
       don't know what's up with him."
       "Any others?"
       "Yes actually, we have two more, but they seem more, deadly."
       "Go on."
       "David Arnold Schindler."
       "He's military correct?"
       "Former, He is incredibly powerful."
       "I could take him, for sure."
       "I wouldn't be so certain my lord."
       Madame jotted down some information in her notebook. "The other
       one?"
       "Zain Krauss"
       "Krauss? I'm fairly certain I've killed that man's nephew. Not
       important, why is he a problem for me?"
       "He's quite powerful and very clever, he could get around you my
       lord. I've sent you some more detailed information."
       Madame glanced at her computer screen, "Indeed."
       "I'll leave you with that, prevail my lord and we shall enter a
       new age of magic."
       Madame hung up.
       She took out the rose in her hair. "Avec discrétion, confiance
       une," She said quietly.
       "Are we ready?" A man stepped in to the room, wearing a suit and
       holding a giant red bow."
       "We are." Madame stood up, "Let's get to the car, the battles
       begin soon."
       "I assume we are using the plan we discussed."
       "Quite correct."
       Madame and the tall man got on the elevator and descended to the
       basement.
       "And your name sir?" the driver said, eyeing the man.
       "Don't mind it," Madame said, waving off the driver as they got
       in the back seat, "Take us to the Harkess Bank and release my
       message."
       #Post#: 21331--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: M217 Date: March 2, 2015, 7:09 pm
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       Berserker
       Thinking in words was quite annoying. It was so much easier to
       think in concepts. Blood. Battle. The stench of rotting corpses.
       The corpse of a brother, a friend. The flash of steel. The moans
       of the injured. The soldier's honor. The soldier's disgrace. The
       rival city. The rival man. The cry of man and animal, the thud
       of metal on bone.
       Of course, Berserker could not comprehend these terms, their
       significance, their connotations in this overly complicated,
       utterly insane society. He merely saw flashes of them. Some may
       say he was insane. He had no patience for that, no patience for
       anything. There was no sane, no insane. There simply was. Right
       now, he was, he existed, he fought, he lamented, he killed, and
       he would continue to kill. The battle was about to begin; even
       though he had no way of knowing, he could feel it in his bones;
       the thrill of combat, the life and the death. It was not the
       final battle, for war was eternal. It was not an obstacle to be
       destroyed, not a threshold to be crossed. It was like him. It
       simply was.
       David
       "I think I will call you Berserker. If you don't like that, you
       can tell me how to refer to you. Do you understand? Are you
       ignoring me now, or do you simply not comprehend?"
       Berserker nodded once.
       "I really hope you know what I'm telling you right now. If not,
       I'm kinda screwed. But the battle's about to begin, and we
       really need to get moving. I'm going to win this, and I hope you
       can help with that."
       Berserker did not react.
       "I'll go ahead and be real optimistic and hope that that is a
       confirmation. Follow me if you plan on helping. If not, pray for
       me, whatever god you worship. I'm going to need it."
       Berserker
       Berserker frowned a little at the word god. He did not know the
       language, but something gave him a sense of... understanding. He
       saw images. Familiar. Unpleasant.
       The mortal walked outside, through the large frame. Berserker
       waited several seconds, considering without actually thinking.
       It was more like a war among his instincts.
       He followed. The frame was damaged. Berserker walked on.
       David
       "Right, good. There's a construction site a couple blocks south
       of here. not really a destination, but I sorta want to get a
       sense of you, and maybe if we're actually moving, doing
       something productive, it'll work better. By the way, you're okay
       with Berserker, right?"
       Berserker
       Berserker was tired of delaying. If the mortal was no match for
       him in speed, then the mortal would cope. Berserker strode
       ahead, utilizing the powerful lunges that came with enhanced
       strength. He reached a... something. The words were provided.
       Cunnn.... strucshun. Beserker stopped.
       #Post#: 21333--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: Zenwarrior54 Date: March 2, 2015, 8:33 pm
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       Alexis Conzette
       After a few minutes of work, there was a knock on the library's
       door and Alexis suddenly remembered that she didn't live alone.
       Saber looked to her, awaiting a command. She mouthed in
       response, "Hide". In a dim flash of light, he vanished just as
       an older maid opened the door.
       "What on earth is transpiring down here, Miss Alexis?" The maid
       was baffled by the mess the ritual had made. The summoning
       circle was now gone, though.
       "Ah, it's nothing. Just a little experiment, that's all."
       "Do try to refrain from your little experiments until after
       you've had your breakfast, dear."
       Alexis suddenly remembered how hungry she had gotten. She ran
       past her maid up the stairs to the dining room, where a meal was
       getting cold. She yelled out to the kitchen, "Sorry, Gemina!"
       She took a sip of milk just as her servant, still in spirit
       form, spoke out to her. "I see you're keeping your involvement
       with the war a secret."
       She almost spit out her milk. Alexis swallowed and promptly
       flushed at the unexpected message. "You nearly gave me a heart
       attack!" she harshly whispered.
       "My apologies."
       "But yeah, it's best my family doesn't know of this right now.
       You can't be seen in public until I can find a way to make you
       blend in. For now, stay invisible."
       "Yes, Ma'am."
       Later that morning Alexis returned to the basement to finish up
       cleaning. As Saber placed books back on their shelves in
       alphabetical order, he took notice of an old piece of literature
       titled "La Matière de la France". He examined the cover
       curiously, then quickly placed it on the shelf to continue his
       work.
       Alexis walked over to her desk and unlocked a hidden
       compartment. She brought out a dusty book, approximately the
       size of a dictionary, simply titled "The Anthology".
       Later that day, when the sun had fallen and the moon shown its
       face, Alexis sat in her room, sifting through her master tome.
       Saber was now clad in regular clothes- he wore a blue t-shirt
       and black jeans. He flinched for a second- he sensed something.
       A being of immense power was making no attempt at remaining in
       secrecy, exerting an inhuman amount of power. There was only one
       kind of servant who would act so rashly, he concluded.
       "Master..."
       "Yes, Saber?"
       "I can sense another Servant. The time to act is upon us."
       Alexis stood up and closed her book. "I'm ready if you are."
       "Bear in mind... It would be unwise to underestimate our first
       opponent. I would advise you to seek my protection."
       "I'll be fine."
       "Don't you trust me?"
       "Trust is something you will have to earn, Servant."
       Saber sighed. "Well... be careful."
       #Post#: 21335--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: Iaashadow Date: March 3, 2015, 8:39 am
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       Madame
       The message was sent out by Madame's employees to any source
       connected to Professor Pronto.
       Hello Professor, this is Madame. You have been challenged and
       you are to show up to the Harkess building at 2 a.m. May the
       best mage win.
       #Post#: 21357--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: jamesgames Date: March 3, 2015, 7:58 pm
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       Professor Pronto
       "Konbanwa, Shi. I am Keiji, I have summoned you to aid me in
       winning the Sanctum key." the philosopher told the soothsayer.
       The soothsayer scowled with indignation as Keiji uttered those
       words.
       "Aid you? Why should I materialize here and aid you? I demand
       remuneration!"
       "You will attain shared wealth and power the Sanctum key gives
       me, Shi."
       "Oh? How do I know you will not turn your back on me, and kill
       me?" the soothsayer scowled. The philosopher stared the
       soothsayer in the face vigorously.
       "You will not. Nevertheless, I can promise you, I will not let
       you down. If you assist me, you will earn your wealth..and if
       not..then I'm afraid I'll have to take more.. dire measures."
       Keiji looked down at his left hand. The soothsayer glowered.
       "Very well. Deceive me, and you will feel agony like never
       before. Trust me..I've dealt with perfidious hoodwinkers in my
       time."
       #Post#: 21395--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: widm1999219 Date: March 4, 2015, 7:13 pm
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       Saturday Night is the deadline for night 1 fight scene
       submissions.
       #Post#: 21454--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sanctum
       By: jamesgames Date: March 5, 2015, 7:46 pm
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       Soothsayer
       The soothsayer did not fear Keiji. The dead could not die,
       and his Command Seals only gave three commands. There was one
       reason he accepted. All those riches, the wealth he had been
       fighting for in life. He would never have to do it again, he
       would have all he needed.
       The soothsayer still needed to act overly valiant around
       Keiji. Intrepidity was crucial to find out when Keiji was lying.
       The soothsayer glanced around the room. It was a wreck because
       of his summoning. Luckily, it was mostly vacant. The soothsayer
       grimaced.
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