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TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Evil Kitty Date: November 24, 2015, 4:29 pm
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[center]:Outside the Ethereal Realm:[/center]
If one were to follow the long, empty, clearing for miles on
miles without end they would find themselves meeting only rubble
of cement and stone. This rubble once combining to hold a manor
of the most beautiful of the sort. Now only holding nothing,
but, stone for all to see. On one room left actually "in tact."
This room was wide open for all to enter the large doorway;
exposing the throne at the far end of the room. Large gaping
holes in the ceiling for the sunlight to shine through onto the
destroyed throne. Making the two large gems built upon the arm
rests of the chair shimmer in the light. This entire destroyed
kingdom only serving as a decoy for the ignorant.
If one were to place each hand upon a jewel the wall behind the
throne would spread with a large sideways eye. Looking to those
who have summoned them. If those who have summoned the large eye
were not of the Dominae the room would be flooded with the
intense Ire from it's pupil. Though, if they were of the Dominae
the eye would tilt over to have more of a natural alignment.
Opening wide as blackened "arms" began to extend along the wall
from the pupil.
The "arms" beginning to spin faster and faster until they had
completely consumed the entirety of the eye. Forming a single
black vortex; awaiting the entrance of the loyal kin. "Welcome
home..." A strange echo would fill the room as the vortex
swirled.
[center]:Within the Ethereal Realm:[/center]
For those who would enter the vortex they would find themselves
in a strange new world flooded with Ire. Safe within a lengthy
room. The enclosed room surrounded by six floating islands that
spiralled around it in constant motion. Each island closed off
in domes to prevent Ire from destroying them.
The Entrance to the Dominae (Meetings and Entrance to other
islands)
This is the room you first enter the Ethereal realm into. A long
white room that held a large black table in the center of it.
Chairs surrounding the table for those who were part of the clan
to gather and discuss business and things of the sort. To the
right of this long, rectangular, table lay three more vortexes
against the wall. Each leading to a different island. On the
left side of the table held three more vortexes against the
wall; leading to the other three islands. To the very back of
the room lay a single throne on the far end of the table. The
throne of Urdroxa Dominae and him alone.
(Left) The Isle of Trials (Fights and Trials)
Much like the Isle of Hardening this island only held a single,
small, white manor. The surroundings of the manor bland and
white; seeming to go on forever. No matter how far you walk from
the building it will always appear the same distance away as if
you had not been moving. This island meant for high level fights
and tests to see if one was worthy to carry the name. Within
this small manor only held the vortex to return to the entrance
and a massive assortment of weapons.
(Left) The Isle of Hardening (Training)
This island is identicle to the isle of trials in every which
way. Be it the inside of the manor or the outside everything was
exactly the same. Even the weapons hanging on the wall were in
the exact same order, shape, and size. This island, on the other
hand, was meant solely for training for those who wished to
enhance their abilities and test their power. These would be
only casual spars meant to test reflexes and strength.
(Left) The Isle of Focus (Meditation)
This island was much different from the others. It held no
buildings or weaponry. It was the only one that contained life
as well. It was nothing but a large clearing that seemed to go
on for eternity. Holding several grassy hills and trees; small
insects fluttering around and populating the clearing. It seemed
to be the most relaxing of all the islands. Meant to become in
touch with your inner strengths and philosophies. A place of
harsh meditation.
(Right) The Isle of Sorcery (Rituals)
This island, much like the Isle of Focus, held no buildings in
site, though, was empty like the Isle of Hardening. Nothing but
a plain white, infinite, world with several alchemic circles and
seals placed along the floors. Each one built of different
incantations and runes. A magical realm meant for the sorceries
of new and old.
(Right) The Isle of Rest (Home/Rooms)
This island was a place of rest; the true home of the Dominae.
Several large black manors populating the area for many people
to inhabit as they pleased. The rest of the realm bland and
bleek as this place was meant only for sleep. A generally
unpopulated island for most portions of the day. Only at night
was this place regularly used for those who desired to live
there. Or even stay for a night or two.
(Right) The Gathering Isle (Casual Gatherings)
This was the most casual of the islands. A large clearing
holding one massive castle. Trees surrounding the castle. It
seemed to be an entire realm devoid of life except those who had
visited it. A place meant for the family to intermingle and
speak to one another in a non formal way. This would be the most
used of the rooms meant for everyone who had joined the family.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Evil Kitty Date: November 24, 2015, 6:49 pm
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Xamphere slowly made his way into the destroyed castle as he
looked around the only room the managed to remain in tact.
Though, that was such a loose fitting description seeing as how
the very ceiling looked like it would be destroyed at any
moment. A huff escaping his lips as he looked around the room; a
distaste in his tongue. "Hm... So this would be the kingdom of
the Dominae... How pitiful... Yet, somehow I doubt it..." With
that he made his way over to the nearly destroyed throne; eyeing
the broken structure. "Somehow I doubt Urdroxa would let any
kingdom with his own name fall to decay..." He eyed over the
peculiar gems that were placed upon the hand rests of the
throne. His eyebrow shifting up in a curious glance. They
seemed... Odd. Who would place valuables in such an odd
location? Or even more so... Who would leave them after the
castle was destroyed. It all seemed rather coincidental.
So, out of sheer curiosity he placed his hands upon the strange
jewels; causing them to glow with energy. Looking up as reality
began to tear upon the wall placed behind the throne. A large
eye tearing into the wall as it looked down to Xamphere.
Narrowing it's vision as if confused by the boy's presence. The
eerie echo entering the room as the eye remained focus on
Xamphere. "Hm... A young one... I can not allow your entrance to
this realm, boy..." Xamphere slowly pulling his hands from the
gem as he raised his eyebrow the the eye; his sword quickly
appearing in his hand. Cautious as to what was going next, but,
not rash enough to attack. Only resting the blade upon his
shoulder. "And why is that, shadow?" The voice only continuing
in reply as it seemed to glare in response to the blade. "You
have yet to have your worthiness test... You are but a larva in
my Master's eyes... Yet... I can not destroy you for trespassing
either... You have me at an odds, boy." Xamphere only chuckling
in reply as the sword disappeared; accepting the monster's words
as truth. "So be it, Shadow. Then present me with your test...
And I shall prove what I already know."
The eye only relaxing at the banishing of the blade. Speaking
once more in that same eerie echo. "Impossible... I do not test.
I only open the door... My master's present the tests. I only
follow the orders." Xamphere only laughing as he crossed his
arms over his chest. "Very well... Present me with one of your
masters, then." The eye only glaring once more. "You have been
presented with three of my masters... Yet, you have proven
nothing to them.. I will not wake them for you to disappoint
them again, boy." A look of irritation crossing over his eyes as
he looked to the shadowy eye; grinding his teeth. "Hm.. So, you
are nothing but a powerless guardian then..."
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Demonreach Date: November 25, 2015, 12:43 am
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Demonreach had felt the tug of his Dominae blood; a sort of
summoning, perhaps, long awakened after scores of years passed
by with nothing.
The Truth Form stirred with the summoning.
It was, perhaps, how he found himself on this path of nothing
but broken, ruined roads and destroyed buildings. It was,
perhaps, that he found himself face to face with another of
Razor's ilk.
'Surely Fate smiles upon you this day, child.' His voice, as
ever, was thunderous in its volume; the pitch deep and low,
almost vibrating the very air around them.
Standing side by side to the Chimera, Demonreach easily dwarfed
the man -though he dwarfed just about everyone, and everything,
he had ever come into contact with. He was a little under 8
feet: a tower of muscle and power. His skin was just slightly
darker than the purest alabaster, almost glittering in the sun's
dying rays. A rather otherwordly look that would disturb and
fascinated even the greatest of artistic talent such was his
beauty. His very presence was uplifting and filled with humor, a
childish glee and curiosity that seeped into the most strong
willed and eased their aches.
A gentle, beatific in nature, was always ready upon his lips;
the sapphire-azure pupils alive with energy and mischief; the
dry, stale air lifting the tendrils of silver-ebony hair,
dancing briefly with the soft strands before alighting them back
upon his broad shoulders.
He smiled down at the man, 'I am named Demonreach. Before I
allow you to enter this place, perhaps you would give me your
name and perhaps a story? Preferably something from your past,
or your journey here, but please feel free to indulge yourself
with whatever tale you may think of.'
As a creature that rivaled both Urdroxa and Razor in power, the
aura that radiated off of him held no killer intent; in fact,
there was danger within his aura. His own power was held in
check, his very presence as obscure as the wind. Though the aura
was 'gentle', it radiated an arctic cold that would threaten to
freeze even the hottest of flames.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Evil Kitty Date: November 25, 2015, 5:00 pm
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Xamphere let out a chuckle as he heard the footstep of the
giant; a smirk crossing over his lips. Looking up to the eye as
he spoke in a now much more relaxed tone. "Well, I was right...
This place is a magnet." Turning his form to now look up to the
known known as Demonreach. That smirk faintly slipping away,
but, never fully disappearing. His kind eyes burning with
ambition rivaling the one known as Razor. The eye behind him
only spoke out towards Demonreach as he focused onto him; as if
trying to look more close. "He is of Dominae blood... And of
Dominae in name... Yet... He is not of Dominae...." Xamphere
glancing to the eye off the corner of his view. "Huh...
Xamphere. Xam works fine." He said as he slowly leaned back to
sit in the ruined throne. Resting his elbow on the chair. "And
my story... Well, my story is irrelevant, don't you think?"
He looked down as he shook his head; leaning back to look over
his shoulder. Looking though the massive chucking of the entire
top left corner. Watching the eye behind him. The strange lock
that guarded the entrance. Speaking back to Demonreach. "But...
If you must know.. I am a creation of the one you call Razor...
No son, but, lets say... An experiment. An improvement." He
spoke so blatantly before adjusting in the chair to look back to
him. He could not concentrate over the eye staring them down.
Only crossing his right leg over his left knee as he got
comfortable. "And as for how I got here... Well. I do still have
a portion of his blood in me.. I can't help to be drawn to this
place. I only had a feeling it had to do with Urdroxa because I
maintained this form... I would have taken on a different form
if it was for my 'mother' so to speak... The one who's DNA
served my.. Improvements." He only chuckled at the very irony of
his entire creation.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Demonreach Date: November 28, 2015, 4:56 pm
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Demonreach cast a dark look towards the Eye; his face twisting
in an angry snarl, 'Silence.'
As the word left his lips, Demonreach looked back to Xamphere;
the earth moving beneath him to recreate the ruined throne that
the Chimera sat upon. 'Nothing is irrelevant. It is your life,
is that something you consider irrelevant? If so, why show
yourself here? Why not go elsewhere and find a worthy opponent
to battle against and perhaps die? Child of Razor, put simply,
you define your own Life. We are all linked by Fate and Time,
but truly, you are the master of your Life. Power is an
admirable goal in life, as I have gathered quite a bit.'
He leaned back, rolling his shoulders as he allowed himself to
relax; his eyes closing. 'If you feel as if your story is
irrelevant, come back another time when you are better prepared.
You must be proud of who and what you are. We will not tolerate
someone who is weak willed.' Even as he was relaxed, the air
around him, surrounding the two beings even, was filled with a
sudden desire, an intent, for blood. A single eye was watching
Xamphere.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Evil Kitty Date: November 30, 2015, 11:00 pm
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Xamphere only let out a sigh and closed his eyes as Demonreach
began his deep decent into lectures and will. He had been tired
of hearing of fates. He was tired of hearing of his own life in
general. Was it his purpose to sit through a constant lecture of
his life and potential? It was... Taxing. Speaking on a low,
tired, tone as his eyes reopened towards the end of Demonreach's
words. "Yeah, yeah... I get your message." With that he slowly
stood; his blade appearing in his hand. Stabbing the tip of the
blade into the earth as he leaned his wait to the hilt. "First
off, I am not his son..." He seemed to almost glare at those
words. "His view on the matter is irrelevant. I was created..
Not born. I have no parents." With that he relaxed his demeanor;
pulling the hilt closer as he shifted his weight back a bit. "In
my life, a creation of man's vanity and a gods stolen light, I
have sought the throne of the gods." His lips curved up in a
grin at the very... Questionable goal. "I wish to master my
heritage so I may soon reach that goal. Razor may not be my
father, but, I was created from him. So, I must retrace his
steps."
As soon as those words were left from Xamphere's lips a voice
broke out into the silence; a slight chuckle following suit.
Pointing to Razor sitting atop the entrance to the room. "My
footsteps? Hah. Stupid kid." In truth this was a new kingdom.
Xamphere was brought here of his own instincts; not from Razor's
past. "If you are following my footsteps you're better off with
some hookers and... Well, this 'do no evil' attitudes gotta go."
Xamphere scoffing at the entrance of this man. Only turning back
to Demonreach. "So you have all my life you need to know." Razor
only smirking as he made his way over to the massive eye that
lay observing them all silently. Running his hand on the wall
below the eye as if fascinated. An amused chuckle escaping his
lips.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Demonreach Date: December 4, 2015, 11:19 pm
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He laughed, a genuine sound that made the whole world stand
still to listen to; it was a roll of thunder without a doubt,
his four lungs making the sound even deeper. 'Retrace his steps?
Even if you did so, why? Have you purpose other than to follow
him? Power is not all that is important, but to be powerful is
so much more than just obtaining it.' He sighed heavily, softly
chuckling still. 'Do not get me wrong, Chimera, but there is no
shame in what you say. It is worthy to follow your heritage, but
dwelling in the past...' He offered a gentle smile. 'I am sure I
am merely going to repeat myself with you, so follow your
creator if you so choose, but remember to also live for
yourself. Gods are outdated ideals that should die off; ideals
that should remain in the past.'
However, his head tilted to the side, studying the man and his
words.
Demonreach simply was. He cared not for his creator, though he
knew he had none. He was worshiped, once. Or, perhaps, the Void
from which he was apart of was. The Void was nothing, swallowing
all that stared into it; that found themselves within. Those
ancient beings, long dead now by his hands, were fickle with
their faith and he destroyed them.
He was not a kind god.
He was unforgiving in his mercy as much as the Void was; he
merely sought to end all things alive, but cherished them all.
He strove to be more than the Void, perhaps, but he was a simple
creature.
A creature driven by curiosity, of wanting to know; his
questions were more to drive situations, to see how others would
react. The Chimera did not disappoint, though he wasn't
surprised in his reactions. Most creations loathed their
masters, on some level, and strove to be better than them, to
surpass and destroy said creator. But how did one destroy that
which was infinite? Demonreach laughed wryly, shaking his head.
One didn't.
They embrace it, dominated it, and used it.
As he had.
So enamored within his thoughts, he missed Razor's entrance; the
gentle prodding the creator did with his spawn. He stared almost
emptily at Xamphere as he allowed his mind to wander; a rather
pensive look coming across his features, though there was
amusement upon his face. Though there was something darker
within his gaze, a hunger that seemed fathomless and infinite.
Slowly, he pulled himself away and stared at Razor, 'Welcome
brother!' though by this time, the other was admiring the Eye.
He rolled his massive shoulders, 'There isn't much to my life, I
admit. Just endless centuries of blood and lust and curiosity.
Tell me, would you care for your test now?'
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Evil Kitty Date: November 18, 2016, 7:18 pm
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Roze had been wandering aimlessly since the disappearance of
Urdroxa... Attempting to find some for of.. Purpose? He could
not fit into a human society. Or any other form of society for
that matter. Even amoungst the outcasts he had always felt
shunned. Lost. So, he found himself walking further and further
as his short existence continued day and night. Now finding
himself actually lost. Nothing but a strange pile of stone that
left but a destroyed room in it's wake. It had seemed to be some
kind of throne room.
Wandering into the room he sat against the destroyed wall. The
stone was cold and uncomfortable. Though this room.. It felt..
Familiar. Homey, even. It was such a strange, yet comforting,
feeling. These thoughts flowing through his mind as he brought
his knees up to his torso. Wrapping his arms gently around his
legs: finally dozing off after such a long time. He was so
tired...
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Mewkitten Date: November 18, 2016, 7:47 pm
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Through her time here Anemone had witnessed a lot. More then she
would want to share. She ventured far because after all what
more was there to do? Now she found herself somewhere with a
familar smell, although that smell was really light.
Her heeled black boots tapped along the crumbling brick and
stone. This place was an kingdom of old, slowly it was falling
appart, and it was clearly abandoned. She kept moving through
the place, keeping her guard up. Anemone ran her hamd through
the top of her blonde hair.
"This place is very depressing. How this place was once probably
cared for and with high regards. But nothing lasts..."
She put her hands on her hips and moved down the isles until
something caught her senses. It was an odd smell, not quite a
mortal. Could there be a life here? She closed her eyes and upon
reopening them she was able to detect the heat from living
things. It was but one of her vampiric abilities. Usually a
hunting ability. Quickly she transformed to a bat, another
ability given to more advanced vampires, and down to the
attraction she went.
There was a thrown room next to a crumbling wall and a person.
Unsure she slipped back into her moral figure. Carefully she got
slightly closer. "Hallo? I do believe that wall is a pretty
crappy place to sit near. It doesn't look safe, but hey what do
I really know? Anyhow what is the quickest way out of here? I
was hoping to find something here but all i found was
disappointment, thus far." She checked her nails while talking
not even looking in the direction of the unknown person. She
placed her hands back on her hips waiting for her reply. Or a
possible fight either way she prepared herself.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
By: Evil Kitty Date: November 19, 2016, 4:43 pm
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As the woman's voice broke into the silence of the throne room
the only reply she would be met with was a faint whimper. A
whimpered that mimiced the sound of pure fear. Yet, the creature
she had detected did not move from his spot. He still seemed to
be sleeping: and rather hard at that.
The creature hugging his legs closer and closer as a pure black,
smoke like, energy seemed to flow off of him. This energy
detaching from his body to form three different, shadow like,
beings. One such being taking the shape of a wolf that seemed to
wander away: avoiding the boy. Yet it never seemed to look away
from him.
The second shadow seemed to form a baby dragon. This shadow
seeming to try to console the boy as it rested on his shoulder.
Gently using it's tail to hug around his neck. The boy seeming
to relax a bit as he nuzzled towards the baby dragon.
Though, the third shadow... It took shape of what seemed to be a
demonic spirit. It's horn protruding high from it's head. It
seemed to have elven-esque ears and red eyes. These red eyes
staring down at the boy as it stood. A faint growl escaping from
this shadow as an ominous echo had escaped the being. "Pathetic
child... You are weak! Insolent! Pointless!"
As the echo of the third shadow grew louder and strong the wolf
began to look away. The dragon attempting to hide behind the
boy's head. His cries once more escaping into the throne room
once more as the dragon hid. "Pathetic." echoed the demonic
shadow before all three would desolve as soon as the woman would
gaze upon them.
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