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Re: Tyretian home
By: Vladamire Crowe Date: January 20, 2012, 8:18 am
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As he stepped into the Tyretian homelands Vladamire cast a weary
gaze into the crowds that had been gathering, he recognized some
but not all and noted the tension that clouded the air like a
fog nearly making him gag. Continuing forward towards the people
most familiar to him namely Landon Yamato, one of the few people
in the world he cared to respect. He could smell blood lust in
the air, the will to protect, love, and all the small things
that made him shutter in pleasure on so many occasions in the
past. Vlads breath came alight with flame, the dancing embers
swirling around his body only to lose their chaotic free will
and fall to the ground as the petals of scarlet roses. He did
not look back to see them despite his favor to the color, his
love of the scent they would produce, his deep longing to
abandon the fields of sadness he knew would soon be spreading
through the land. Another will was stronger even than his own,
the will of all that had been within him since childhood, the
will to create the desolate feelings of loss that so permeated
every facet of his being, to feed the darkest side of him the
sorrow and pain that came only with death.
He shook his head to escape his own musings, his hair became
unruly from the action a few locks falling in front of his
clouding his vision with black and red, he missed the snow white
of the past but remembered the price of power has always been
sacrifice. Standing still Vlad ran his hand through his hair
using his fingernails to cut it just a little shorter to ensure
it wouldn't fall in his eyes again in the near future. Sighing
his flaming breath made his eyes shine brighter exposing the
deep set rings of color that took the place of the rim of his
iris and all of his pupil. The rings were still spreading
through the rest of his eyes slowly but he used as much force as
he could spare to keep his blue yet red specked eyes still
showing in a misguided attempt to keep some symbol of what he
was once before in a time before he lost his innocence. Taking
the last few steps he needed to take a place near Landon,
Vladamire spread out his wings to stretch the crimson feathers
blocking out all light on Vlads body before he closed the
appendages to his back once more feeling much more limber with
just the simple action. Pocketing his hands Vlad locked his eyes
on Landon and spoke his voice near a whisper but carrying on the
wind as if he talked at normal volume.
"Well Landon any reason I'm not allowed to stay in the after
life for more than a few generations at a time or did you just
miss my sparkling personality?" he gave a slight grin in
Landon's direction before exhaling another jet of flame Closing
off the last bits of fire in his mouth he snuffed some of the
fire out giving way to dark smoke issuing from between his lips
into the blue sky. In his head Vlad couldn't help but think I
think it should rain today... Maybe I will make it before the
day is over. A brilliant shower of scarlet to stain the grass
till I take leave.
#Post#: 79796--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tyretian home
By: Kayis Date: January 20, 2012, 8:43 am
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+In regard to Landons Last post+
The chuckle of a madman to echo the coridors, a laughter Kayis
was too fond of. " Landon." there was no asking Alivia anymore
for permission to be near the daughter he so adored no not this
time. His blade had formed instantly and the dust around him
stirred in a mad blur as it all turned to black. " The hour is
not up." he spat toward Landon a hint of fear in hsi voice for
this moment. His shadows crept around his legs as more and more
energy signatures entered the area. " you've brought all your
little puppets have you?" he smirked at the thought, a full
scale reunion of Abyssals, and where was he? Of course the Man
Kayis was upon the opposing side. It stirred at his demon his
blood lust his battle hardened love. The idea of facing an
impossible task a death of tactics of everything he so adored,
and with the ultimate price on the table, in some aspects
thrilled him and terrified him.
While standing ready for anything he looked upon his borther as
he played with his words, this time not directed to kayis so
whole heartedly rather directed to Alivia. Of course it would be
best the easiest way to solve all the problems, but still that
little bit of excitement of facing the impossible it itched at
him which was apparent as his serpentine tongue ran over his
soft lips. he had no control at this point. " Your efforts, i
appreciate brother, let it be known that if it comes to what we
suspect that it is not personal at this point. on my side." he
smirked towards landon as he waited for Alivia to make her
answer, and A miniature Kayis entered the room with a yawn. "
Grandpa Ray, where the cere..." his words were interrupted as he
looked upon the man, Kayis who stood before him. " who, who are
you." he growled angrily at the treacherous father and clenched
his fist. " kayis could barely look him in those perfect crystal
blue eyes as he turned away from the boy, and Carion grabbed him
up " alrighto boy this ain't a place for ya now so ill take you
to the cereal." Carion left with Kota and Kayis returned to
holding charms hand. as he waited for Alivia to say something.
#Post#: 79814--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tyretian home
By: F Date: January 20, 2012, 9:04 am
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+appears to watch and intervene if told to+
#Post#: 79958--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tyretian home
By: JD Draconian Date: January 20, 2012, 10:53 am
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He sighed lightly as he pushed forward, he missed one meeting
and this had already been decided on the winds of the trade he
saw one of his teachers, his rival and somewhat of a brother
Vladamire Crowe the man that had caused his first death. JD’s
body stopped a little behind the two people that stood in front
of him, his dark golden eyes glancing around showing the
anticipation and the bloodlust that followed awaiting for this
war to begin. All of the abyssal would be here JD could see it
now a war that would be talked about for ages and yet only one
person he really worried about his brother and his family. JD’s
crimson colored scaly wings extended from his back as he walked,
they flapped once and then in the same instance they closed JD’s
eyes remained closed as he took the spot next to Landon Yamato
and awaited the arrival of the rest his eyes gazing back upon
the homelands that would be next in the shin’en fuchi’s reign of
terror. His eyes turned up and opened lightly revealing the
reptilian glint in them as he gazed upon the man in the air
Aslen. The man that had been at the ending of the draconian
takeover and JD wanted to rip into his throat when he got the
chance for right now thought he remained at Landon and Vlad’s
side before turning towards the leader of the abyssal and
finally spoke his lips parting and the fangs began fading from
his mouth.
“About this takeover” JD’s crimson eyes watched the man as he
returned to his human type stature, his body finally returning
to that of a human as he spoke his voice having that deep human
tint to it. “Redick Tyret, a brother of mine resides as an elder
to this kingdom, he will not be harmed in this battle if he
decides to fight, and neither will his wife or kid. I will not
allow it” JD’s eyes held a tint of seriousness to it the giant
two handed sword resting on the middle of his back as he looked
out over the kingdom wondering when this would all begin.
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Re: Tyretian home
By: Magnus Tyret Date: January 20, 2012, 11:14 am
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God, how Magnus hated War Councils... They were only the start
of pointless destruction. Never did anyone seek out a peaceful
resolution to their issues, only a time and place for the deaths
to begin. This is what he mulled over as he remained quiet
through the entire thing. He hated it all. Twice already had he
lost his home to war, and never for a valid reason; only a quest
for power. He looked across the room at the current aggressors.
Lead by Landon, a man he had heard of from his brother, but
never actually met before. His blood boiled at the sight of him,
but no disgust showed on his face. With him was Vladamire Crowe.
A man with whom he had shared a respectful relationship, who he
had presumed dead. Why did things like this always happen? He
had been simply watching and observing... Everything didn't add
up. Landons offer to take the women and children to a safe place
wasn't characteristic of a psychopath. Nor a man who was just
into destruction. It was a clever war tactic. It was the
illusion of mercy, which was known to weaken an opponents
resolve. This man was no normal warmonger, he knew well what he
was doing. Calculating... But he wasn't the only tactician out
there... This was destined to get ugly at this rate...
Magnus calmly stood from his seat, breaking his silence for the
first time as he looked across the table at Landon. "You're on a
fools endeavor.." He said. He spoke calmly, but the strength was
apparent in his voice. "If you care at all about your family,
you will withdraw before first blood is shed. If rule of this
land is more important to you than your brethren, then know that
I will be the one to take care of you personally." Magnus had
lost too many loved ones to tolerate such warped priorities.
"Neither side has to lose anyone here. You can simply go home
and leave us to our lives." He looked over to his niece with a
stern look. He didn't want her going anywhere he couldn't
protect her, but she was an adult, and able to make her own
decisions. His eyes then shifted back to the Leader of this
invasion, awaiting an answer. There was no need to return to his
seat until he had heard Landons response...
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Re: Tyretian home
By: Maximillana Date: January 20, 2012, 11:16 am
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Standing atop the hills overlooking the Tyretian Kingdom, a
chill found its way down Maximillana's spine. The tension was
thick enough that she could probably cut it with a knife. She
cared not for her Tyretian relatives, nor for the royal blood of
the Bloodrose that flowed through her veins. Both had betrayed
her, and both were said to fight today. Maxi's only interest was
to watch her family burn, to watch them fall to the slaughter
that faced them. She held no allegiance to the Abyssals. She
held no allegiance to anyone but the darkness that had claimed
her soul. Curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she wished
to see for herself which side the players would land on and
which side might win. It was all just politics to her. Family,
friends, allies; they all were just as useful as a bug under her
heel. "Well, this should be interesting," she said with a
bone-chilling cackle. Meaning only to watch and not to
participate, she crossed her toned arms under her breasts.
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Re: Tyretian home
By: Vladamire Crowe Date: January 20, 2012, 11:20 am
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"This isnt the first time this family will be hunted, he
survived the last slaughter he has a good chance at this one
too. Especially if he doesn't get in our way. You should know
just as well as anyone that if he tries to stop us, we will show
him our wrath." He didn't look at JD even when speaking too him,
he didn't even glance back to be sure his ears and sense of
smell were correct he was confident in his ability to tell his
own student from a stranger. Without moving Vlad then created a
swirling disk of flame just a short distance from JD wondering
if he would remember the very day he asked to become Vlads
student souly on the bases of fire eventually to take all Vlad
had to offer. JD had grown from those days Vlad knew that much
JD was no longer a student that could be pushed around and
punished with little effort. Vlad was glad he had someone else
he knew for fact he could rely on in the coming battle. Without
a word the disk of fire faded as Vlad focused ahead at the
Tyretian world he would soon lay to waste and let his breathing
become more relaxed almost none existing only marked by orange
and red flame passing Vlads lips.
Vlad began to think on the past now that his student was here
remembering the fight himself JD and a man named Ezra had at one
point long ago, the striking memorial to them he had created
with their death and wondered if now with the time that had past
it had begun to create life again. He thought to check up on it
after the battle and tried to remember the route to fly. The
fight began to play out in his mind again, shadows engulfing
him, a blast of energy searing his flesh, blades ringing as they
made contact with one another, the world around them shaking as
he unleashed energy unlike any he had released before. It made
his heart rate increase and saliva to build up in his mouth in
excitement of battle. The memory would serve him well in the
coming hours. "JD I like Magnus but I don't know if alone I can
take him on, would you like to be at my side when the time comes
for blood to spill as water from a fountain?" Vlad had picked
his target by Magnus's declaration the idea of someone brave
enough to face Landon head on was always a start, but someone he
knew to be strong and smart enough to possibly destroy him.
Magnus a rival in power to JD at least as he had known in the
past, now they both were at least his equal. He wanted to taste
the power just beyond his reach. To feel the rush he had not had
in decades. Even though he knew he would probably never meet
Magnus in the battle field tonight.
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Re: Tyretian home
By: Raijuta Date: January 20, 2012, 11:58 am
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Funny how family causes bad things to happen... Too many times
had Raijuta been cast into loneliness and depression as a result
of lost family and friends, yet here he was at this war council.
He had no personal attachments to the Tyretian family, however,
his brother was here, and he would always fight alongside him.
Raijuta's chair was not positioned at the table, rather in a
corner, behind the Tyrets, as they discussed war and peace.
Raijuta was not as forgiving or peaceful as Magnus. When it came
to battle, he was cold, and threatening. His brothers talk of
peace was understandable, but after having his family
threatened, Raijuta was unsure he would given them a chance to
walk away so easily. He, however, had no say in this meeting. He
was simply there to insure that Magnus didn't need his help. So
he spoke not a word, only obsereved.
#Post#: 80038--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tyretian home
By: Dante Rèctor Date: January 20, 2012, 12:54 pm
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Flames erupted from out of seemingly nowhere as the figure of
Lord Raysulon Tyret appeared sitting in his chair at the head of
the Tyretian War Council. A slight smirk creased his lips as he
looked around. His eyes connecting with that of his brother, and
his long time friend Raijuta. "How are you Raijuta?" Was all
raysulon Asked before resting his elbows on the arm rests.
Raysulon knew the secrets that would aid his family, and waited
for his target to appear inside his families lands.
#Post#: 80103--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tyretian home
By: Landon Yamato Date: January 20, 2012, 1:47 pm
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Listening to Magnus he smiled softly before nodding gently to
his words and then as he stopped speaking he simply pointed up
to the ceiling and smiled. "A fool's endeavour or not... This
isn't about ruling your land... This isn't about pointless
slaughter..." He looked at Magnus and then to Raysulon, and then
back again. "This is about us being called weak... Dared to
challenge your family" Laughing he simply walked towards Magnus
with both hands in his pockets. "If the Shin'en Fuchi come near
here I will make sure they exist no longer... We had already
decided that due to family..." His gaze ran over to Kayis. "And
friends..." His eye's rolled over to Vlad and JD. "And even our
own race..." His eye's dropped back unto Raysulon. "We had
decided that the Tyret's would never be confronted due to those
reasons... Along with respect... But then with such a claim to
be made... To be spoken about as if we are weak and only one man
within this family can defeat us... We do not except such things
with a simple smile... As any being would that holds pride... We
step up to accept such a challenge, and to clear our name of
such insults..."
He lifted his leg placing it upon the war table before lifting
his weight onto the desk, it's wooden frame creaking slightly
beneath him as he took the chance to make the table of peace
talks his new perch. "Magnus if we claimed that you were weak
and would die if you came near us... Would you and your family
not take us up on said challenge?" Waving his hand lightly he
smirked and bowed. "Give us the man who spoke wrongly about us
and we will leave never to bring war upon your doorstep again...
But give him shelter... And..." He laughed lightly chucking once
more as he pointed up again.
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