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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.))
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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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