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Re: Gaea Prime
By: DonDonWethington Date: December 27, 2016, 8:28 pm
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As he was bombarded with questions and praise for being brave,
Sol would smile brightly at both the men for being
understanding. He would turn to the dragon like creature as his
head would be rubbed, " The monks of the flying plain are all
blacksmiths of their own order. Generally they keep to basic
fires unless trying for something truly special. The green fire
is the fire of healing and Djinns. It is said that the green
flame can heal even a broken heart's wounds. I am no black smith
as of yet, but with this flower from the ancient volcano I can
keep my forge burning hotter than ever." He would pause to
strech his arms and back causing a small updraft of air.
" Mr. Darkfire helped me figure out which flower I needed, as
well gave me the ability to hold it accordingly. I am sorry to
hear about his father, but I am sure one day he will rise again
if he is a phoenix. One way or another that is." he would smile
to the phoenix man noticing the sense of ease in the air. Sol
would reach into his travel bag and pull out what looked like
two war fans, which would follow a much bigger grin on his face.
" How would you both enjoy a ride?" He would pull out a silk
blanket and toss it to the dragonling since the phoenix clearly
had wings to fly. " I can control the air currents to make a
straight shot to my temple, or we could walk the three days of
travel and learn a great deal of eachother."
A strong change of wind current would be felt as the boy began
to levitate off the ground, as wel as cause bursts of strong
wind bombardment to the land. The wind wasnt strong enough to
knock the men off their feets if they had correct posture, " I
can carry Andromandor with rather ease if the bird person can
keep up?" He clearly was jesting the phoenix gods child so that
tension could be completely eluded. " The air current became
like water, completely fluid and no longer pulsing with power.
He was ready to take to the air if the other two were ready.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Demonreach Date: December 30, 2016, 8:01 pm
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'But of course, my feathered friend! I'd be a terrible person if
I were to deny such a request after asking it of you.' Although
he wasn't too concerned about whether or not Seporo would accept
the truce, Andromander felt a small weight shift from his
shoulders.
Life was something the Son of Darkness held closely.
Ironic considering his previous weapon had slain so many souls.
Well, slain was not a term to be associated with Dragnipur.
'A flower?' He glanced suspiciously at the child before
shrugging. He began to grin at the prospect of being carried by
the small child's magic, but shook his head. 'There are many
things I would learn yet of you and your clansmen, your
blacksmithing monks. Besides, with the all of the excitement, I
may miss an opportunity to question poor Seporo here.'
Andromander felt the need to stretch his legs; and the three
days would prove somewhat beneficiary to his health. But mostly,
he disliked large crowds and noises; even the two before him
made his skin itch with the need to veer; to get space for
himself. The Realm of Death was not kind with his psyche.
'I shall follow your lead, Sol. Tell me more of your flower and
healing fire.' He looked back at Seporo. 'First Son? I hold the
same title, although in name only. I am a middle child, though
first to swear my loyalty to our Mother Dark. Why do you remain
mortal and not Ascend? Surely it is your right.'
Perhaps, when he was younger, he had not been so patient; taking
his godhood as he deemed it rightfully his; a god scorned by his
people. Wasn't that the way of things, though?
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Dems Darkfire Date: January 2, 2017, 10:52 am
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Seporo Chuckled at the two before him. He didn't have the heart
to tell the kid that He, Himself, had laid his father into his
eternal slumber. The death blow was dealt and the Phoenix Soul
released from its host. Seporo just waited now for his day to
come. "The walk is fine. I wouldn't want our new friend here to
miss out on his twenty questions. I wouldn't want to get left
behind or anything. Your rug there seems like it must be pretty
fast."
Seporo stared at the dragonbrood and rolled his shoulders
"Unfortunately it doesn't work like that. Though I can't say I
am too far off from mortal, I certainly can die. But phoenixes
tend never to stay dead." Seporo looked to the small child and
nodded. "We can follow you. I don't know exactly where the
village might be." Seporo took one more look over the barren
mountain area and growled. "Don't think I won't find you later,
you little bastard."
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: DonDonWethington Date: January 3, 2017, 5:52 pm
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" Well if we are walking then we better get started. I have
enough food to get us buy in our travels back to the temple." He
would chuckle at the word rug when it was just his blanket he
slept on. " There is nothing fancy about that blanket other than
its soft silk."
Sol would begin to walk down the mountainous terrian with glee
that he had made some new friends in his eyes. He didn't think
to much about the flower for he was rather engaged in
conversation with Andromander and Seporo. He would begin the
story of his people with rather basic knowledge of children it
would seem. " Well my people were once nomadic for thousands of
years, until we found the hill side my temple resides on. Not
many creatures of fell come towards those mountains for the sun
seems to bless the land with its light for 20 hours of the day.
Since the place is well lit and that is why we grow the sweetest
of fruits and veggies. We also have chicken that we breed, but
you would have to eat that in town if you are a meat eater. Us
monks refrain from meat for all life is sacred."
As the hours of travel would go by, Sol would explain to the two
men about his master Kiomishi being a Demon whom ascended to
Divinity through nirvana. Kiomishi was the grandmaster at the
temple, however no one has ever seen him bring harm or even
throw a punch making it hard to believe he was once a demon. Sol
would also mention his friend Marrik whom happened to be a very
talented bard. Marrik was 12 years of age and had already sang
with sirens and harpies alike. Sol would speak highly of most
people, but those two he seemed to hold in very high regard to
their skills were unmatched it seemed.
The sun had set on the top of the volcanoes it seemed while the
group found their first camp site of the trip. They would camp
just outside of the woods of death as Sol called it. He would
light a small fire and prepare his rug. He would take off his
robes to reveal the sleeping Dragon tattoo on his shoulder that
had a very clear seal under the tattoo. Sol had much more
untapped power but it couldn't be accessed yet for his
immaturity. He didn't want to set up camp in the death forest
again so he knew tomorrow would bring a long challenge for
himself, and possibly the other two being.
" So if we travel all day tomorrow we can get to the sleeping
dragons inn about midnight or so, however we may need to be
truly careful for the woods in which we will cross is known as
The Death Root Forest. Everything that lives in that forest is
poisonous and filled with toxins that haven't been fully
discovered. I am sure we will be fine, just do not touch
anything in those woods on our travels tomorrow."
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: DonaldWethington Date: January 8, 2017, 1:22 pm
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LAND OF THE RED MOON: Verix
In the dark tainted lands of Verix the entity know as Lord
Alddon Vic Mortiz had been resurrected in the bloody tomb of a
forgotten king of the land. Blood would pour out of the coffin
flooding the floor with a menacing aura of the old vampire lord.
The stench of the fallen warriors would inpregnate the the
temple walls and air without remorse. The constant feeling of
torturous ambition had gripped the ambiant grounds of this
lonesome castle. With a dark twisted chuckle, Alddon would rise
out of his new tomb looking around the unfamiliar castle only to
see a single Acolyte murmuring ancient Babylonian chants which
gave the Lord his power regeneration.
" My precious follower..... How is it you know my
incantation when I am not of this realm?" His voice was that of
a feeble weakened old man, but it carried an ominous strength
that would make even the holiest of angels cry.
" Lord Vic Mortiz, when you fought the Arch Paridii, you became
broke apart in all the realms. I was created when your blood
appeared out of a wormhole and fallen on my weak human body.
Your blood transformed me into a creature of blood and pain.
This land has known peace for to long. No one has fear in their
heart. Peace diseases this poor excuse of a world. With your
power my lord, we can finally shatter the balance of peace and
wreck havok. My king I am nothing, but your tool of chaos. The
acolyte wouldn't say his name for he knew it had no meaning to
monsters, let alone a god.
Vic Mortiz would climb out of his tomb looking like a decrepid
excuse of a man. HIs stomach caved in for not eating in what
felt of an eternity. His aura weak although full of ravenous
hunger could cause a sane man to lose his mind. His body
shattered from its original glory. His claws dulled, and his
fangs studded from lack of use. There had only been one thing
left on the Red Fang's mind. Blood. It had never left his mind
that blood was the true lust of the world. He waved his acolyte
away to the darkness for he had no words yet for the underling.
With a transformation into millions of bats he would fly to the
nearest towns outskirts, He knew he couldn't just be a mindless
monster in this realm, for he felt many powerful beings. With
great patience, The lord would sit and watch the town for days
while under a tree. Each day that would pass, Alddon would plan
his return as well cause the tree to wither and twist in his
melancholy presence.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Demonreach Date: January 22, 2017, 4:44 pm
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'Twenty questions? You do me an honor, definitely.'
But those questions were put on hold as he listened to the
child, refraining from speaking until the child was done; though
it turned out he wasn't the only one long winded. Not that it
bothered him, as it allowed him to get acquainted with the land
and the sun.
'20 hours of day light? Of this warmth? How odd.' He pondered
the words, the consequences of such a thing before shrugging.
'Well, my people were much the same, though blood and fire
carved our home. A lot of my people were killed back in my
childhood, so many centuries ago; though, to be fair, I have my
share of blood upon my hands as well.
'Our home was never quite so... plentiful, or bright. You see, I
am the Knight of Darkness; the First Son of Darkness,
respectively. I have an entire religion dedicated to me, or had.
My Mother was Darkness itself; her power staining those loyal to
her. Our entire land descended into a perpetual darkness,
illuminated by some infernal light. No stars, no moon; no sun.'
His voice became alive, though rivers of melancholy poured forth
from his words; his eyes a solid bright amber as they shined
with memories. 'Are you listening, Seporo?'
Andromander absently rubbed at the stump of his left arm;
pondering the many things he would tell this child, to give life
to his people with his words to enchant this young monk; to even
garner the attention of the Phoenix.
'After Mother Dark established herself as our Goddess, things
began to stir with the Elder Race of Azanthai; who disguised
themselves as our brethren. One such being became Mother's
Consort, he who had gifted her the element of Darkness; the
former Suzerain of Darkness, another meaningless title I hold
myself.' He sighed, fingers flexing; a swirl of shadow dancing
playfully at his feet. He gave a soft chuckle. 'None were happy
about this, of course, and thus, Light was born; but as Light
and Dark merge, Shadow is birthed, but Shadow is not my place to
tell. Father Light was a former commander for Mother Dark, a God
who sought neither his ascension nor the place by her side.
'A religious war, I suppose; one that gave birth to more
monsters than needed, but isn't that the way of wars? But I was
there, through all of it; through Her silence and her rage; her
sorrow and tears. Unlike Seporo here, I was not some half-god,
awaiting some sign. When my father perished, Mother Dark
accepted me and my brothers into her House.
'I was not always draconian in blood or soul. I became this way
to achieve my godhood; to become a part of the Eleint and to
destroy those who opposed me. Power is the root of all things,
yes? I am a selfish god, seeking my own path without heed of
others, but young age is a terrible and great thing. I dwarf
even the queen of dragons, Tiamut, when I veer. I am quite the
sight to behold.'
The soletaken had pulled over a log that was decaying slowly;
thumped his fist against it a few times to test it as the child
set up the camp. He stretched his legs, long and athletic,
towards the fire; letting the warmth relax the boots as well as
the muscles. 'But I am a relic of those past days, a reminder no
one wants, so here I am.'
After he felt enough time had passed, he retracted his legs and
allowed his remaining arm to rest its elbow on the right knee,
holding his chin in the palm. The multi-hued eyes glittered
ominously withing the firelight, reflecting a dark rainbow of
colors. 'Pacifism... If only things could be solved with a few
laughs and a handshake.'
Perhaps that was the wars he campaigned speaking; had he ever
tried to solve things with a smile? Was that why his people
rejected him? No, they were scared of what he represented;
scared he could read and dismantle their politicking with ease.
Wasn't politics another war in and of itself? Had he not seen
his people to victory so many times before? All they wanted was
more power for themselves, but instead hid behind half truths
and lies instead of taking it. He frowned deeply, disapproval
darkening his already dark-stained flesh further. Dangerous
thunderclouds rolled in his eyes. When had his people become so
soft?
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: DonDonWethington Date: April 5, 2017, 12:05 pm
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(Might skip ahead to the forging of the new blade to get this
rolling again.)
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Demonreach Date: April 5, 2017, 2:25 pm
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Sounds good.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: DonDonWethington Date: April 12, 2017, 1:43 pm
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After the past couple days of traveling with the dragon
like person and Phoenix it was finally time to show them why Sol
was so eager to forge. It was early in the morning when the mist
was thick and everyone was sleeping snug before the morning sun
rose. Sold and his new friends would gather around a small forge
strangely put halfway inside a small river stream. Sol would
beckon his ally'so to sit on the other side of the stream as he
would place a strange ore inside the forge. The material was
known as Ether crystal, which would quickly be covered in a moss
like substance called Moondew. The Phoenix flower would be put
under the forge and on top of the small stream which would emit
a strong vapor of green fumes. One could describe the smell as
everlasting relaxation, a subtle aroma that calms the mind
completely to enhance the moment. Within minutes of the green
vapor filling the fog around them a flame of emerald tint would
arise into the forge finally.
Sol reached into his back back to pull out a white gold ore
to place on top of the ether crystal followed by closing the
forge. With a big smile on his face he would take a deep breath
in which caused most of the green fog to be sucker into him. Sol
walked to the Blower exhaling the intense green mist into the
forge causing the fire to brighten up like a star, however no
heat could be felt. As the last bit of air left his lungs he
would fall backwards slightly warn out it would seem. This
process was completely backwards from a normal forge and most
with basic knowledge would be questioning all this effort at
this moment since it looked like the wrong process.
After a couple of minutes, Sol would grab a press to mold
the metal and crystal into a rod like shape and slowly
flattening and folding it over and over again. Hours would pass,
but Sol hadn't shown any signs of exhaustion since he inhaled
the vapor. Those with keen eyes would see that Sol's eyes were
glowing with great magical power leaking out. The wind would
start twisting around Sol like a tornado without even harming
the grass at his feet. The bending of wind was so gentle yet
powerful many would question if this kid was really just a human
child. The longer the process of the forge went on the stronger
his magic intensified and the bigger his grin.
The sun would finally rise over the peak of the mountain
shuing away the fog of dawn. Sol would pull his forge head out
and drop 8 Baoding Balls in specific spots in the blade. Once
the sun was completely above them, the monk would pull his newly
forged blade out of the forge exposing a Seagreen colored
Katana. The blade had sections missing in the middle of the
blade that were replaced with floating runes of unknown
language. The metal/crystalline sheen of the blade made it look
almost like glass with moss entombed inside of its casing. The
hilt was made from a sacred tree of the village wrapped with the
finest silk and thread and a green gem on end.
Sol would swing the blade a few times causing get a soft
whistle of air to echo with what sounded like faint bells. With
a sudden gust of air, Sol wou,d sky rocket upwards swing the
blade as hard as he could causing a cloud to be cut cleanly in
half. There would sound a thunderous gong echoing loudly through
the mountains over and over again for 30 seconds. Sol landed
next to his friends grinning ear to ear. Speaking slightly
high-pitched and excited,
" I name this blade Aisling, the gentle sword. It will never
cause harm to even my worst enemy's, but it will force them to
listen to me for I will be the last voice of kindness in this
world. This is my blade's song. "
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Entropy Date: June 4, 2017, 7:22 pm
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Much like the dragon wreathed in scales and old magics,
Alyx pulled his dark grey cloak tight around his body, and
covered all but his shining blue eyes with the dark fabric. One
hand rested atop the scabbard of a hidden sword while he walked,
and with each movement he made came a harsh silence that not
even the forest seemed to encroach upon. Birds and beasts alike
ignored him as if he were invisible and intangible; a ghost on
the wind, and he longed for that silence with each beat of his
wounded heart. His hidden flesh ached with the thunderous pains
that surged through his very soul with every inch traversed, and
his mind wandered hazardously close to the edge of psychosis as
he fought day by day with the duality that was his existence.
From head to toe the wanderer was wrapped in the layers of
fabric he had adorned himself with ages ago, but beyond the
simple coverage granted to him by the material came a much
deeper form of protection he was intrinsically linked to.
The vapor-like mist rose from beneath his feet; obscuring
him as if in a fog, and the magic that lay woven into his flesh
and bone turned that watery veil into so much more. To those who
did not seek constantly to see or hear him, he was neither here
nor there. He slipped as easily from thought as from sight and
hearing. He could whisper in the ear of a king and be unheard by
those sitting nearest the leader. Such was his only refuge from
those that sought him out, and those that wanted what he
possessed beneath the vaporous shield.
The wanderer made way through swamp and field; up mountains
and across deserts, beyond man's hands, and all across the
world, and yet there were none who knew him. Not a soul had ever
witnessed his footsteps; seen his face, heard his voice and
recalled the man which it came from. He truly was a ghost in
this world; a pathless shadow guided by the desire to stay
moving and ever vigilant in his one task of survival. He would
witness the birth and death of countless powers; the rise and
fall of nations, of gods, of evils and so much more, and yet he
would forever remain a silken strand of untouched darkness
lingering beyond perception and recognition. A mirage at the
corner of your eye; gone the moment you think to look, or chance
a peek elsewhere.
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