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| The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story | |
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| Mercinus3 | Feb 19 2009, 06:26 AM Post #11 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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"Then you will wear it?" Mercinus smiled. He had enjoyed Sindra’s company from when they first met. He knew that his feelings for her would never stop, until he was killed, she was killed, or they live together until they grow old. He thought that he had lost her when the traitor, Semanaia, had thrown a dagger into her chest. He knew that the Drægar was not going to help them the next time round, so he had to be careful when fighting, making sure that she was protected at all times. “I would like that, my love.” While she helped him unstrap his armour, he noticed that she was looking over his shoulder, as if she had spotted something. As he finished unstrapping his left side, he made a start in strapping it back in. “What is it, Sindra?” "Mercinus, look there on the horizon, someone comes." He followed her arm, and saw that there was indeed another person coming closer towards them. A shadow was on the horizon, walking closer towards them. He slowly drew out his claymore, and turned to Sindra. “I want you to protect the group. Unless you would like to come with me, and see who this stranger is.” He kissed her on the cheek, and started to walk towards the figure, Silver Moon shining eerily, like a full moon. As he drew closer to the figure, he noticed that there was a colour change with the figure’s apparel. The darkness that had surrounded the figure was quickly disappearing, and an icy blue colour started to appear. Before he was 700m away from the figure, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned his head, only to see a shadow running away into the mountains. Thinking that it was a creature that had lived in the mountains, he ignored it, and walked onwards. As he came very close to the figure, he saw the man that was coming towards them, and smiled. The man was indeed wearing an icy blue apparel, but that took the form of a full plate armour. His hair was pure white, much like Sindra’s hair. In fact, his facial features looked very similar to Sindra’s. His clear blue eyes looked onto the mercenary, which had the same depth as his lover’s eyes. Not to mention the skin complexion was that of hers, and that of the Galacteans. He did not see what kind of weapons that the figure had, but he had no need of his. He stopped, and sheathed his claymore. He smiled at the figure, figuring out what his name was. “Hello again, Brodin. It has been a while since I have seen you, after you left Terrubane 2 years ago. I believe that there is someone who would love to see you in person.” ------------------------------------ In the woods that resides in the centre of the Plains of Mercet, everything was quiet. The location of the wood is visible to the mercenary’s eyes. He knew that it was only going to be there for the entire day, before it had shifted its location, and never to be seen again. It is rare to see the forest twice during a journey through Mercet, since the location can vary from the heart of the plains, to the very border of Mercet and the Gateway. An unknown magic had gripped the plains, forcing anything growing in it to disappear, and reappear at another location. Most of the plants had died from this magic, except from this forest. During the enchantment of the plains, the forest had stood there, and has been a part of the plains ever since. Most people thought that there was a powerful item that was in the heart of this forest, since it was still alive from all of the places that it has been. Suddenly, a portal appeared in the heart of the wood, making the leaves on the trees glow in the light purple aura. Several items had appeared through this portal, including an odd contraption, one which had run entirely on steam punk. The scientist had walked through the portal, and overlooked the operation. Her blonde hair shone out from the portal’s light. ”Be careful with that generator! I don’t want it to be damaged when we face Mercinus and his ad-hoc group! If anyone damages that generator in anyway, I’ll have their head on my mantle! You got that!” All of the workers had nodded, and started to wheel the odd contraption to the bushes. Another zap came from the portal, which made the scientist turn around. A smirk crept across her face. ”Aah… I see that MZ5205 and his partner have arrived.” The duo that had arrived at the foot of the portal looked menacing. The figure, only known as MZ5205, had changed his apparel from his creation state. He wore a studded leather armour, with some of the patches having links of mail sewn into it. His face was still shadowed, especially from the portal, but his hair colour was revealed. Instead of any normal hair colour given at birth, MZ5205’s hair was a dark teal colour, and was a similar length to Mercinus’ hair. In his grasp, he held a two handed axe, but was not struggling to hold it in the one hand. The other figure was easier to visualize than the ‘project’. The man was a middle-aged man, looking around 36. A scar ran across his face. His silvery hair was longer than Sacremento, reaching the top of his boots. His apparel was similar to MZ5205, but the leather was replaced with metal plates. A cavalry sword hung off his hip, and a pistol was holstered in its holster on the other side. Three muskets were strapped across his back. He walked forward, and winked at the scientist. ”We weren’t going to stay behind in your laboratories, and wait for the mercenary to come to us. I prefer to face our opponents head on. Ain’t that right, MZ?” The ‘project’ stayed silent, but he had nodded his head, agreeing with the man’s face. He smiled, and faced the scientist again. ”Do you want us to face them head on?” ”No! I don’t want you to face Mercinus and his merry band yet, Hunter. The mage that is in the group would rip you and MZ5205 to shreads. We must wait for them to arrive in here first, where the mage’s magic is useless against us. Only then, do you get revenge on your ex-mercenary colleague. Got that!” ”Yes, ma’am. I’ll wait until this mage has been disposed of. Then… I will have my revenge on that bloody mercenary!” The scientist walked over to MZ5205, and smirked. He looks so similar to the person who is supposed to look like. They will not know what hit them, and when they do… They’ll be crushed! She raised a hand, and lightly touched the face of her ‘project’ “So… Are you ready to defeat the person who looks like you?” MZ5205 looked at her, and nodded. He reached around, and placed his axe into the straps that were meant for his weapon of choice. ”I am ready to take this Mercinus Greyback out… Master…” Edited by Mercinus3, Feb 20 2009, 06:56 AM.
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| Teslyn | Feb 19 2009, 07:22 AM Post #12 |
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a fleeting presence
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When the strange man-not-man with his burning red eyes and that strange armor-which-was-not-skin looked up and saw her, Jey giggled and gave a jaunty little wave. He had been so caught up in his thoughts -- he wanted the world, like Meryc had wanted the world but Meryc existed no longer, so that was okay, because only one person could have the world and if it was going to be someone it would've been Meryc -- that he hadn't noticed her following along, sometimes skipping, sometimes just walking, always with Galangdei trailing in the ground behind her. She was a little surprised - though not a lot surprised, because Jey was never a lot surprised - when he picked up his pace, moving to the side and out of sight (out of sight but not out of know, because Jey still knew where he was because he -- he wanted the world -- was so loud). Glancing to the group that he had been following, steadily getting closer to, she tilted her head and squinted and didn't bother to listen to the mundane word-thoughts-heads because they were on a quest and quest-ers could be so boring sometimes -- So Jey followed Red-eye, sometimes skipping, sometimes just walking, always with Galangdei trailing in the dirt behind her and a smile of delight plastered across her pale white features. Edited by Teslyn, Feb 19 2009, 07:22 AM.
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| Neutual Demon | Feb 19 2009, 07:45 AM Post #13 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Now Semanaia could be very calm if she wanted to. Right now, she was down right furious. Working for these people was alright, but working wiith them? That was a whole different story entirely. Not only that she was stuck working with some person, but that person was several days ahead of her. Just like that. No warning that they were going to leave. Of course, they could've forgotten that she even existed, but, with the cercumstances like this... Well, she couldn't do anything about it now could she? Well, not until they came back...she'll pound them all into the ground and then go off to vent her fury somewhere's else. That's the only way she could think of it. Sitting down on the ground, she leaned against the wall and folded her arms, muttering curse after curse under her breath. Now what was she suppose to do? Sit around and wait to get yelled at? Well, if she had ANY magical tricks up her sleeve, she wouldn't be in this mess wouldn't she? "This is damn annoying." She muttered down to her scimitar, which was resting calmly in her lap. "They're having all the fun without me." Heaving a sigh, she stood up, sheathing her scimitar, and made her way to the outside. Blinking in the sudden light change, she began to walk. No where in preticular, just to burn off her fury rather than sitting and building it up. She didn't like built up fury. |
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| Dark Jack | Feb 20 2009, 10:00 AM Post #14 |
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The Phantom Poster
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To his great distress, Gerald realized that the character that had been behind him was still following him, despite the fact that he had picked up his pace considerably... and not only that, despite that the creature moved in a way that clearly suggested that it was not performing its best, but seemed more like it was just playing, the being kept up with him. Of course, that was no great feat, since Gerald was not a very fast runner, despite channeling mana through his legs. It was clear that Gerald had about as little chance of outrunning the character as he had to convince it that he was a squirrel... unless the character was utterly insane and stupid as a rock, of course. Looking around, Gerald tried thinking of another solution than running from the stalker, but he saw nowhere to hide, and there were no cemetaries around for him to find corpses to raise to fight for him... he could not even sense any unmarked graves around for him to animate a few bodies, or even one. He was, despite his quite amazing analytic abilities, trapped. So, instead of just postponing the inevitable, Gerald stopped the flow of mana and quickly came to a complete stop, although his loose joints threatened to let his body continue moving although his legs ceased to do so. He simply turned, once again leaning towards his staff, looking as frail and weak as only a skeleton could, and awaited the stranger's approach. |
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| Teslyn | Feb 20 2009, 11:50 AM Post #15 |
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Jey paused, head tilted quizzically, when the man-not-a-man slowed as well; Meryc cautioned her to be wary, but Jey knew she could protect herself well enough against breathing things because all breathing things looked so pretty painted on Galangdei's edge, the edge that never dulled and always bit deep. Sometimes she skipped and sometimes she ran, but all the time she moved forward, closer and closer to the glowing red-eyed man who had stopped to face her, looking weak and like he wanted to help her paint so she sometimes skipped and sometimes ran, but did not take much time at all to reach the man-not-a-man. When she reached him, Jey paused, head titled quizzically; Meryc cautioned her to be wary, but Jey knew that she could protect herself well enough against -- He was not a breathing thing, nono oh no, he was not a breathing thing and suddenly Jey decided to take Meryc's warywarywarynaryness and be wary. It was not a skip she took forward but a hop-step and then, feet together, she stood up straight, Galangdei trailing in the dirt behind her and- "You can't paint with me," she informed the man-not-a-man who really wasn't a man, fixing a one-purple, one-silver and very unlike her once pretty blue eyed stare. "Meryc told me so, but I kept on and now Jey sees -- you can't paint with me." She sounded almost disappointed, and a touch huffy, like a child who was scolded or told to go to bed or had a toy taken away. Edited by Teslyn, Feb 20 2009, 01:03 PM.
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| Silvermourn | Feb 20 2009, 01:38 PM Post #16 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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With everything that was going on Valhurth simply watched for the most part. Here it was not his place to interfere except where he was directly needed, he felt like he would be intruding on the lives of these people. So he simply stood by as things went on, he held his power almost constantly now. The power of it gave him strength and lifted his spirits for the trek ahead, and on top of that it allowed him to rebuild the mantles and his personal wards that had fallen in the last battle. It was a long process, one could not simply summon a strong ward out of nothing a good mantle took years to formulate and hours to forge. When the new entity began to approach Valhurth simply stepped up with the rest of them, holding his power as he did there was very little fear within him. Yet he still felt cautious of any new individuals who approached them, this close to the end of a fight he would be feeling edgy for a long time, something that he could already feel beginning to fade but that still held him in it's grasp. Standing in the background Valhurth simply smiled to himself, humming as he worked his magic. For all intents and purposes he looked like an unnaturally cheerful crazy person. Solitude of any kind tended to make him appear even less sane than he was, and that was saying something. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Dark Jack | Feb 20 2009, 04:03 PM Post #17 |
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The Phantom Poster
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Gerald just stared at the stalker, but if he had still had eyebrows, he would have raised one in wonder as he saw her approach and heard her reaction to when she got a better look at him. There was something about this person, something that, despite her seeming quite ridiculous in her way of moving and talking, and the fact that her sword seemed to be dragging across the ground rather than be put somewhere higher so it was not in the way... something that told Gerald to beware of this girl. "You are insane," he stated in a calm voice, still staring at her and clenching his staff harder with his skeletal hands. She was indeed utterly insane, and at one and the same time, that made her a great threat, since she apparently made a habit of 'painting' with people, which seemed to require a quality that Gerald did not possess - the logical answer to those two assumptions being that she killed people for fun, since Gerald did not have any blood to 'paint' with. But it also made her her his best chance at manipulating someone that could infiltrate the group carrying the Forsaken Weapons, if he could convince her to do so. "You are crazy, but that is all right," he stated again, this time trying to sound more like he sympathized, and had he still had lips, he would have smiled to her... now all he could do was to continue his skeletal grin. "I can live with that. May I ask why you are following me?" |
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| Oracle | Feb 20 2009, 04:49 PM Post #18 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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Brodin relaxed his stance when he saw the Hero of Terrubane, and a welcome grin sread across his features, "Well met Mercinus. I have been travelling these many weeks to find you. It does not go well in Celberon. We thought the forces in Terrubane were dark, but in truth they were but skirmishes here. You are needed. But tell me, who is this person I am to meet? I heard word that Sindra had come through Galbeez. I had hoped to find her." From the mercenaries look Brodin judged it must indeed be his sister. "I trust you have defended her? I would slay any man who dishonored her!" Sindra chose to honor Mercinus request, but still stood with her sword to the ready. It was difficult to remain with the group, but she also knew he was capable of defending himself. It appeared however that there was no problem, at least there was no fighting. As the two men approached, her hands began to shake, and her heart to quiver wildly. Sliding her sword back into her belt, her feet took off in utter abandon. The gap of years closed as she flung herself into Brodin's mighty grip. "I thought for certain the gods had called you home, and I would not see you on this land again." Great tears coursed down her cheeks, as her hold on him intensified. The world was right again. As he released his hold on her, he studied her face. "I had hoped if I sent my sword you would come. I wanted your choice to be your own, so I sent no verbal request. These are not times for sentiment, but for battle. I am pleased to see you did not loose your warriors heart." His smile deepened, and with his hand turning her chin from side to side, "You have grown quite pretty in my absence Sindra. May hap you will attract a man before too long." Her face flushed until her entire complextion was a rosy pink. Sindra's eyes flicked from Mercinus back to her brother. Stepping away from Brodin, she made known her bond. Slipping her arm around Mercinus' waist, she glanced playfully up at him. "You were not afraid to tell him, were you?" Edited by Oracle, Feb 20 2009, 06:18 PM.
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| Teslyn | Feb 20 2009, 05:59 PM Post #19 |
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"Insane?" Jey repeated, frowning, before shaking her head empathetically. "Insane," she shook her head again, just so Meryc would be sure of what she was speaking about. Sometimes, Meryc didn't know and sometimes she had to repeat herself to let him know. Sometimes, he knew before she did and she just repeated herself for herself. "No, no, you are quite mistaken," she announced lifting her chin and staring at the sky. "If I were insane, the sky would be red. Misty red, not painted red. Just misty - mist red, if I were insane." She scowled at the man-really-not-a-man and frowned, eyebrows drawing together in her displeasure. "Crazy is not okay. You cannot live with crazy, for crazy kills quickly." She nodded, as if this were a sound, solid fact true as the truth that Galangdei looked prettier painted. "Crazy kills quickly." That was how father ('why, Jey?') and mother (who are you?) and her brothers (run little jeyney mother and father have been murdered) and everyone else had died. Crazy killed them quickly. Opening her eyes wide, Jey pointed at them, first at the deep purple next at the bright silver and said, "Your eyes are stranger than mine. Mine are strange, but yours are stranger. Galangdei likes strange, so I followed, but you cannot paint him, so now I am done following. Maybe. Your eyes are still strange." Edited by Teslyn, Feb 20 2009, 06:32 PM.
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| Mercinus3 | Feb 20 2009, 07:06 PM Post #20 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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"Well met Mercinus. I have been travelling these many weeks to find you. It does not go well in Celberon. We thought the forces in Terrubane were dark, but in truth they were but skirmishes here. You are needed. But tell me, who is this person I am to meet? I heard word that Sindra had come through Galbeez. I had hoped to find her." After a few minutes, Brodin looked at Mercinus, and figured out from his facial features that Sindra was nearby. "I trust you have defended her? I would slay any man who dishonored her!" Mercinus smiled, and patted Brodin’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, dear friend. I have protected your sister with my life. I know your fury from the fight with those Werepyres…” Suddenly, what the Sindra’s brother had said finally sank in. “How bad is it in Celbaron? Did Berenol fall into the grip of our common foe? Is the army marching towards Fisdemont and Conuence?” Realising that Brodin looked rather tired from his journey, Mercinus brought an arm, pointing towards the group that was steadily forming. “Why am I babbling like a baby? I’m sure that you want to see your sister.” He walked with the Galactean warrior, who was his lover’s brother. Mercinus watched as brother and sister was reunited again. The mercenary smiled at the reunion, as the several years being separated was over. He could actually see tears streaming down Sindra’s face, pleased to see Brodin again. As they talked to each other about their time separated, Mercinus thought back to when he had first met Brodin, seeking out a place to stay in old Terrubane, 3 months before the Destruction of Terrubane. With his care, he had taken the Galactean warrior in, and had looked after him in the company of other mercenaries in the unnamed guild that he had formed. He watched as Brodin spoke. "I had hoped if I sent my sword you would come. I wanted your choice to be your own, so I sent no verbal request. These are not times for sentiment, but for battle. I am pleased to see you did not loose your warriors heart." Of course she didn’t… he thought, thinking back to the incident in the inn. If I remember correctly, she had fought bravely while I was under that rubble. He watched Brodin move Sindra’s chin, as if he was looking at her for the first time again. The next words the came from the Galactean warrior’s mouth had surprised him "You have grown quite pretty in my absence Sindra. May hap you will attract a man before too long." By the time Brodin finished his speech, Mercinus realized that he had forgotten to tell him about the relationship between him and Sindra. His skin complexion changed at the same time Sindra’s went red. He noticed that his love had flickered her star between him and her brother, and draped her arm around his waist. He did the same thing, without thinking about it, and his arm went down her entire back, and his hand stopped on her waist. He looked at Sindra, just to see her look at him, as if she was playful. "You were not afraid to tell him, were you?" This had made his face turn into a deeper shade of red, and smiled. “I was thinking more about you seeing your brother for the first time in ages, than telling him about us. The thought about telling him had slipped my mind. Though… now that you mention it… Probably yes. After seeing your brother fight by my side during the Destruction of Terrubane, I would not want him to see the end of his blade.” He chuckled, and kissed her on the forehead. He then turned to Brodin. “I did say that I had protected you with my life, from the fight with the Tarren to the fight against a Werepyre in the inn.” Before he could speak any further, another, unfamiliar voice came into existence. ”It is good to see the Descendant to the Master of Light going along with what destiny has planned for him.” Mercinus looked up, and looked out for the new figure. His had came off of Sindra’s side, and drew Silver Moon again. He walked past Brodin, and saw the figure that had spoken. The man that was in front of him had a strange apparel. He was wearing a black coat, though there was a shoulder guard that was neatly sewn into it. The colour of the metal was the same colour as Silver Moon’s aura, and it looked like it had the same aura as well. He wore a black pair of denim pants, and a black chain mail underneath the armour. In his hand, there was a sword, similar to the katanas that he had during the Destruction of the Beacon of Hope, except that the blade was of pure silver, and was the same length as Silver Moon itself.. His silvery hair was hung loose, and stopped just before the lower parts of his back. A scar ran across his face, much like his own scar, though there was another one that went across the bridge of his nose. The handle of the stranger’s weapon was held in place by a gauntlet, while the other hand was wearing a black glove. ”It is good to meet you at last. I trust that you had forced Lord Sacremento to retreat back to the place where the Dark Ancient resides. It’s a shame that you’ll have to face several challenges ahead of you before you can face the lord yourself.” “Who are you?!” Mercinus exclaimed, looking at he man, who was the same height as he was. “Who I am is not of importance to you. I will reveal myself in time, though, so you’ll know who I am soon enough. However… lets just say that I was your guardian angel, and a prophet. Like Sacremento and the Dark Ancient, I too foresaw the great bond that was coming between you and Sindra Bane of Galacteo. However, my time is short here, and I must be off to my place of temporary residence. So… here’s something that I want to leave you with. There is a disturbance within the teleporting forest in these plains. Unfortunately, a member of this group is going to fall to a being of similar talents to you, Descendant. And a familiar face that you have encountered before is within those woods as well, working with the Agent of Chaos. Once you have dealt with this threat that looms over these plains, you’ll head over to Galbeez. There, we shall meet again. This is all that I am telling you now. I will be meeting you again, and will probably assist you in claiming another weapon of the famed blacksmith. Farewell… for now.” Mercinus stepped forward, reaching out a hand towards the unknown prophet. ‘Wait…” As soon as his hand hovered over the man’s shoulder, he disappeared in a veil of a silver cloud, leaving a light dusting of silver on the mercenary’s hand. Edited by Mercinus3, Feb 20 2009, 07:11 PM.
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![]() This is true. I will go ninja kitty on your asses if you do... *glowers and sharpens claws*
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