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Post by .paradigm. on Sept 19, 2008 0:26:12 GMT -5
The moon rested high above the clouds covering the darkened earth in a lambent light. The black shapeless clouds parted as the airship made its way through the sky. Bathed in the dim glow of moonlight, the airship, in all its majesty, soared through the skies like a mythical being; the lights on board burned brighter than any star. By its structure and the markings decorating the hull, the airship was obviously of Coranian design.
It had been quite a while since this particular airship had entered Coranian skies, having disappeared roughly halfway through the war with Vorane. However, while the outside of the airship appeared unchanged its cargo would most certainly have been of interest to any Coranian soldier.
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Bound in enchanted chains and trapped within the inner bowels of the ship, Martel Bloodsbane continued to struggle as the Coranian vessel sped further onward towards its destination. The war had not changed him greatly; he was still the hulking monster he had been back on the farmland, however long ago. His unkempt blonde hair hung across his face, tickling the half-giant’s nose. Chiseled arms moved to rub at the bothersome spot only to fine that they were immobile. Martel’s lips disappeared in a sneer as he let lose a monstrous roar.
“RRRGGGRAAAAHHHHHHH!” He bellowed, uttering a roar each time he thrashed against the chains.
How had this happened? His Voranian Mercenaries had been defeated; the Lady Yaxu had abandoned him, left him to rot in the Coranian dungeon. Martel had heard the weaklings that guarded him talking; they claimed the war was over, that Vorane had withdrawn. He would not believe it. He was Vorane, he was mighty, he was death.
Struggling against his chains, Martel continued his roaring. It was a frightening sound, capable of sending vibrations through the skeletal structure of all those nearby. Some men went so far as to claim that it actually turned a man’s brain to jelly and leave him with nothing more than the sensation of ultimate fear and a puddle of urine at his feet.
Slamming his massive fists into the wooden floor beneath him, Martel let out a ferocious scream. Repeatedly slamming his large knuckles into the wood, Martel let out scream after scream as he tore away at the airship. He was driven by rage, white hot rage that started in his spine before burning its way through his neck and leaking out of his eyes. The airship itself seemed to shake as the chains were torn from its surface and Martel let loose a booming chuckle. The Coranian Soldier outside his prison looked in and gave a shriek. Martel rose to his full height, carrying the chains with him, as piss ran freely down the legs of dead men.
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As was befitting a person of his station, Idas had assumed control of the captain's quarters. The supposed leader of the ship had put up a fight at first, but in the end he slept with the rest of his crew below deck. Men like Idas Roscoe generally got what they wanted. And, being one of the most gifted mages to appear in Coranian history, Idas didn’t see where the Captain’s needs were very important.
When a Coranian soldier rushed to Idas’s side, panting for air, the young pyromancer sighed from behind his mask.
“What is it?”
Garbed in robes of ebony and crimson, Idas appeared every bit as commanding and powerful as he thought himself to be.
“Sir!” The soldier barked in a frightened voice. The prisoner has escaped and is wreaking havoc upon the ship. We believe he’s heading towards the helm…he’s unstoppable.”
Idas rolled his eyes at the man’s behavior. He was roughly two decades older than Idas and here he was shaking in his boots. Raising a dark gloved hand, Idas dismissed the soldier with a sharp, swift motion. Turning on his heel, robes billowing behind him dramatically, Idas made his way towards the back of the ship.
The half-giant had proven to be nothing but trouble since his capture and, in truth, Idas was pleased that he now had a chance to fry the ignorant brute to a crisp. However, the Archmage’s apprentice was most displeased that his leave of absence had turned into an unexplained disappearance.
However, there were things, surprisingly, that were even out of Idas’s control. Idas would have gladly continued with the dramatics cloak billowing and finger-snapping, for Idas was a young man who had a flare for melodrama, however, the beast had made himself known.
With a roar that might have unsettled most men the monstrous half-giant tore his way through the bowels of the ship and onto the deck. The enchanted chains that had bound him were now wrapped about his wrists and stained with the blood of several Coranian soldiers.
“Ah…so the monkey finally opened his own cage?” Idas asked, cocking his head to the side.
Despite, Idas’s humor, Martel did not seem to have much use for words. Launching himself at the smaller man, Martel charged forward, his thundering steps bringing him close to the young mage.
From behind his mask, Idas chuckled. The battle had begun.
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Post by .paradigm. on Sept 20, 2008 3:12:40 GMT -5
(Alright, so I actually wrote these next few posts in and between my classes. However, looking back on them, they are far too long to be set as one single post. In order to keep them bearable I’ve opted to break the enormous post into several smaller posts. So Here we go I’ve got Blindside’s ‘About a Burning Fire’ roaring {classis Idas music} and my papers sitting here on the bed beside me, let’s see how this works out.)
MARTEL
Fueled by a rage deeper than any human could comprehend, Martel hurled himself at the puny human. He was a mage, if the pretty robes he wore meant anything, but this didn’t give Martel pause. He had faced mages before and he had feasted upon their flesh.
Pulling his massive fist back, Martel’s body turned into a pendulum. His shoulders moved and his fist followed in a powerful and deadly arc. With such raw strength he would be able to supplant the arrogant youth with one deft blow.
IDAS
While it was true that Idas had no skill with physical combat to speak of, he did not flinch in the face of this monstrous foe. The muscled fist closed in on him, but from within the confines of Idas’s mask the only audible sound was his laughter. With enough power to turn Idas’s bones into dust, the massive fist hurtled down towards the mage’s relaxed form.
In one quick movement, Idas locked his arms out releasing a stream of fire from each hand. Having served as the Arch Mage’s apprentice since early childhood, Idas was well aware that his magic would do little in the way of damage. However, Idas didn’t have damage on his mind. No, all he needed to do was throw the massive idiot off course.
“Hmmmph, I’d expected more.”
MARTEL
The fire itself did not inflict significant damage upon the massive half-giant’s frame. However, the force of the attack was another matter, entirely. With a loud gasp, Martel was thrown backwards into the air. Landing with a resounding thud upon the deck, Martel stood and tightened his grips on the enchanted chains wrapped about his knuckles.
Preparing to launch a second attack, Martel was caught off guard by the echo of a sharp ‘bang’ that seemingly came from nowhere. It took the Half-Giant a moment to realize that blood was slowly trickling down the side of his face. Reaching up to inspect his wound, Martel would hear several repetitive shots fired all of which brought a searing hot pain to some portion of his body.
With a large finger, Martel attempted to pry the small steel ball out of his skull. This proved to be a vain task, as the size of his fingers would not let him gain the access he desired. Turning his large blue eyes upon Idas, he peered at the mage and his ‘boom-stick’ off in the distance.
Martel was officially pissed off.
(I'll type the other's up tomorrow morning.)
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Post by .paradigm. on Sept 20, 2008 16:50:29 GMT -5
(This section completes what I had been pre-typed. For those of you who do check all of the threads I hope it made things easier.)
IDAS
Idas took enjoyment in many aspects of his life, but whenever he was given the chance to flex his magical muscle, the joy that swelled up within the young mage was one that could not be matched.
After launching the brute into the air Idas had made use of his ability as a runemaster and called forth his rifle from the markings upon his gloves. With runes decorating the barrel, the rifle was designed to do severe damage. Capable of blowing gaping holes in the skeletal structure of normal human’s, Idas felt confident that the weapon would, at the very least, penetrate the Voranian Mercenary’s bones. Unfortunately, the weapon was not as effective as Idas had hoped.
Bloody half-breed, Idas thought bitterly. Even with the enhancements the bullets were not powerful enough to pass through Martel’s bones. The only chance Idas had in defeating Martel with the rifle lie in hitting the same spot twice, not something easily accomplished on a moving target.
Idas, however, was a creature who possessed a severe amount of self-confidence or, what some jealous parties liked to call, arrogance. The young mage’s eyes, although unseen, narrowed from behind his mask. Standing his ground against the oncoming onslaught the mage took aim and fired.
Learn your place.
MARTEL
It was loud. So, so loud. A dull pain throbbed deep within his ears burrowing deep within his brain before attempting to leap out of the back of his neck. Blood, warm and thick, dripped into his eyes, but Martel could not be stopped now. He was barely a step away from his quarry and very soon he would have the bothersome little mage in his powerful grasp. Despite the fact that an iron ball had penetrated his skull, Martel charged on unencumbered.
With one swipe of his mighty Voranian fist, the rifle was sent soaring the airship and into the darkened world below. He was upon the arrogant snot and the mage had nowhere to run. Wrapping large fingers around Idas’s masked head, Martel gave a low booming chuckle.
“Let’s see just how big that brain of yours is” he said, lifting the young apprentice into the air with extreme ease. With a broad grin, Martel tightened his grip and a corner of Idas’ mask shattered, revealing a solitary eye, lids pulled back in what Martel could only assume was fear. The pathetic excuse for a man thrashed and kicked within his grasp, like a fish trying to escape from its hook.
“All Hail, Queen Zirel.”
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Post by .paradigm. on Sept 21, 2008 1:45:42 GMT -5
“Remarkable!”
“Unlike anything I’ve seen in years!”
“Exemplary!”
“Quite young, though.”
“Yes, yes. Far too young to handle such a responsibility.”
“Brilliant, but he’s very aware of his strengths.”
“Turns a blind eye to his faults.”
“Could get him killed one day.”
“I warrant his arrogance will be his undoing.”
“Youngest apprentice in the history of the academy…”
“Still, such a snotty little brat.”
”Burn th-“
“Still a long way to go, eh sport?”
“The follies of youth are evident with this one.”
“Ambitious…to the point that it’s a hazard.”
Burn the-
“Still a child.”
“Not ready.”
“Arch Mage could very well be wrong.”
“…confidence misplaced.”
“Impetuous…”
“Undisciplined…”
Burn The World
“Cocky bastard.”
“Childish pratt…”
“Not ready…”
“Unprepared…”
“Lacking…”
BURN IT!
BURN! BURN!
BURN THEM ALL!
Idas’ gut felt heavy, like something had crawled inside of him and lodged itself in his throat. As the shards of his mask fell away, the young mage thrashed about beneath the half-giant’s grip, his flailing and twitching making very little in the way of progress. Martel’s fingers dug deeper, their vice-like grip bruising Idas’ temples.
No! NO! It doesn’t end like this! It’s not supposed to end like this! Kicking desperately at the Mercenary of Vorane, Idas let out a groan of frustration.
“nnnnnnnnnngh!” he cried desperately trying to pry the beasts fingers lose. It took a moment for common sense to kick in, but as soon as it did the young mage wrapped his fingers around Martel’s massive wrist, his hands barely meeting at the fingertips.
“I’ll teach you to lay your hands on me!”
It started as nothing more than a warm, fuzzy sensation and rapidly grew worse. A glow of purest white had appeared along, Idas’ hands and quickly cooked and melted the flesh from Martel’s arm as though it were butter. Half-giant, or not, when a pyromancer as skilled as Idas laid his burning hands upon you, you felt it.
Martel involuntarily released the mage from his grasp. His choices were limited considering the muscles, flesh and tendons of his arm had melted off the bones like liquid butter. With a scream of pain, Martel landed a ferocious backhand across Idas’ chest, sending the young mage flying backwards and into the ship’s railing, his lithe frame cracking the thick wood upon impact.
Idas slowly rose to his full height, being mindful of the cracked ribs he had just received. His lungs burned, but it was nothing compared to the flames of his past.
Arms pinned down at his side, Idas’ fingers slowly unfurled to rest palm down towards the wooden deck. His eyes were fixed upon the half-giant who was trying to comprehend the strange substance, Idas had splashed him with just before being sent into the ship’s railing. Had Idas not fallen prey to his rage he would have been grateful for the small vial of pitch he kept within his robes.
The mask across his face was in one piece, for the most part. A fair sized chunk that had covered his right eye had fallen off leaving the mask with a jagged edge that dug into the cheek bone of the young mage. His skin was ashen gray, and stained with soot. Perhaps the most unsettling thing about him, at the moment, was his eye. A dull orange glow emanated from the young man’s eye socket giving him an inhuman appearance.
When he screamed, his voice cracked, only further adding to the illusion of his madness.
“RRRgahh! You fuc.king idiot! Do you know who the fuck I am?!”
The fire burned within him, igniting his very soul and spiraling throughout his body before exploding from his hands like a volcano erupting. The fire was bright blue and took to the deck of the ship like a ravenous creature. Devouring its way across the ship, the flames met the liquid fire upon, Martel and set flame to the half-giant. Martel was done for; thanks to his creation there was no way to put the flames out. They would have to die down on their own.
The ship was done for, long tongues of fire stretched about wildly licking at anything and everything it came across. The massive form of the giant disappeared within the flames; Idas couldn’t hear his screams over the roaring of the flames. Lost to the flames, Idas threw his head back, cackling like a madman as his fire consumed all. Throwing his hands out Idas forced the fire to build higher and higher until the whole ship was consumed.
BURN! BURN! BURN IT ALL!!
Lost within the fires of his mind, Idas cared nothing for the surrounding country side that would suffer when the ship came crashing down, nor did he care for the soldiers who screamed in agony as they were consumed by the flames. All Idas cared about was feeding the fire, he would set the very skies aflame.
Like an enormous meteorite, the airship came crashing down, setting the very skies ablaze as it rushed to meet the earth below. For Idas, the world had stopped. Death, life, they meant nothing to him. All that mattered was the fire. Idas cackled with joy as the airship collided with the earth sending the young pyromaniac spiraling through the air.
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Post by .paradigm. on Sept 24, 2008 17:06:51 GMT -5
The world is dark, but he can see. How? How can he see when the darkness consumes all? The fire? Yes! The fire! He can see through the fire! He can see, he can hear, he can smell, he can taste…taste their blood. The Empress, The Raven, the Archmage, The Vampire, The Lich, they danced, he watched as they all danced…danced like the tongues of the flames. His power, he had lost control. The fire grew and he was seeing so many things. Families huddled tightly together, lovers sharing a passionate embrace, murderers burning bodies…he could taste flesh. His power, gods his power! It consumed all! It consumed him! The fire consumed him, it burned. It burned the skies, it burned the grass, it burned the sea, it burned the world, it burned him. They were one. He was the fire and he was whole! He was the world and he consumed all within his flames!
Waking up was difficult, like pulling himself out of quicksand. He wanted to move, wanted to stand up, but something was weighing him down. Robes of crimson and ebony lay in tatters across his flesh; it was a miracle that he was even alive. With a groan of effort, Idas lifted his head off of the ground; the mask was still intact, save for the lone piece that allowed his eye to remain free.
Breathing heavily, Idas tried to rise to his feet only to fall flat upon his back. He was spent.
“No…mana…” How could that have happened? In order to have depleted his mana, which was of a considerable size, Idas would have had to have released some serious damage and not the kind that had blown the ship to pieces.
It was only after, Idas had pulled himself up over his knees did he notice the toll his descent into madness had taken upon the countryside. Idas was in the middle of a massive wasteland, the grass had been scorched off and large potholes decorated the ground where trees had stood only moments before.
Idas briefly remembered being set aflame, his body engulfed in an armor of fire. Unfortunately, Idas didn’t give a damn about the ruined countryside, or the villagers that might have lost their lives had they been in the vicinity; all Idas could think about were his recent findings. Rolling onto his side, he drew a rune into the charred earth, his finger leaving large trails in the black dirt. As Idas chanted softly in the ancient language, he thanked the gods that runes didn’t rely upon his mana; otherwise he would have been completely lost.
Calling forth his large satchel, Idas wrapped it about his body and dragged himself across the ground until he could stagger to his feet.
“Blasted airships…”
(This section is officially open for anyone who wants to interact with Idas. Feel free to bring your character in, if you wish.)
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Post by iwuvcheeze on Sept 25, 2008 15:13:05 GMT -5
Idas would travel for a time un bothered by any of the creatures of the plains. The damage he had caused to this region would meret in problems for the kingdom much later on, but due to the war, Lucia and her command had evacuated much of the inhabated land that had survived the initial onslaught brought on by Vorane. Though this open terrain bade it easy for her scouts to see the burning crashing air ship, and the following light show that follow soon after.
Lucia was wry of enemy incursions attempting to take advantage of the kingdom that could be lax due to its hard earned victory, so she took no chances.
She, and forty of her Plainstrider warriors left their fortress, and headed south where the air ship had crashed to investigate.
The plainstriders, massive hulking warriors equipped in heavy steel armor, and handed much more worthy Coranian weaponry, reminescent of the mountian minotaur had been a key factor in Lucia's victory in the plains, and she held the utmost respect for them, proudly making them Coranian citizens, and inducting the many of them who swore their kinship to her. This made Lucia even more powerful in politicle terms, as in Corania you did not "Get assigned troops" They chose you.
Lucia advanced ahead passing the wreckage, when she saw a lone figure walking. Lucia advanced, the horses galloping making it no secret that Lucia was approaching him. Still all the same, Lucia readyed her bow, and leveled an arrow at the figure, but she did not fire.
She halted several meters in the distance in called out to him. "Hold your pace!" She cried out in a very commanding voice. "I am Major Lucia of the Coranian Western detachment...are you a survivor of the airship?!"
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Post by valos on Sept 25, 2008 16:49:14 GMT -5
He moved swiftly through the ground, actually underneath it, heading toward the source of brilliant light and energy. There were few people capable of magically creating fire of that size, and Malachi wasn’t there so that left one other person. He passed right underneath the feet of the soldiers, to stand between Lucia and Idas.
He stopped, rising swiftly from the ground. Adorned in robes of brown, Erde didn’t project a very intimidating aura, in fact his was a feeling of peace and tranquility. He faced Lucia and her group of warriors, holding his hand up in a gesture of good will.
“Lady Lucia, it is a pleasure to finally have met you. I’m Erde, one of the four Apprentices that also act as Lord Malachi’s council. The man behind me is called Idas, another of the four. I assure you that he means no harm. “.
His voice was sincere but lacked warmth. The Apprentice’s were people who were taught that emotions were for private, if even then. He cocked his head some to take a look toward Idas, eyes narrowed behind his mask before turning back to Lady Lucia to hear her reply.
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Post by .paradigm. on Sept 25, 2008 20:44:14 GMT -5
As was true to his character, Idas paid no mind to the woman holding a weapon in his general direction. Her garb, and the warriors accompanying her, spoke of her status as a soldier. Finding this status to be incapable of meriting his respect, Idas paid the woman no mind and instead directed his demands at Erde, who had made a rather sudden appearance.
“Erde…” he said in a sharp tone. “Take me home.” To onlookers it might appear as though Idas were speaking to a servant, but those who truly knew the young mage were aware that he spoke to everyone in this manner, save Malachi and the Queen. The fact that he had addressed Erde by his name was a sign that Idas held some respect for the man.
In truth, the only family Idas had were the members of the Four and the Archmage. These people meant something to Idas, however, it did not mean they were spared his arrogance or his sharp tongue. Walking shakily over to Erde, Idas fixed Lucia and her soldiers with a cold stare. Despite the fact that Idas usually had a mask covering his face, it was clear when he thought himself better than someone; his posture spoke volumes. However, with a portion of his mask missing and his right eye free for the world to look upon there would be no doubt in Lucia’s, or her soldiers’ minds, what sort of regard Idas held them in.
“I’m done here…take me back.”
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Post by valos on Sept 25, 2008 21:14:32 GMT -5
Erde turned his gaze back upon his comrade, nodding slightly. He reached over and draped an arm around his soldiers. He set his gaze back upon the soldiers momentarily, before disappearing in a flash of white light. They appeared within the confines of the School of Deep Sorcery, within the medical unit as he set Idas on a bed in a sitting up position.
“Rest some, Idas, you’ve obviously drained a lot of energy. I’ll go do some damage control with Lady Lucia, it’s not going to be a great idea to make her distrust any of us. She’s quite powerful within the military.”.
Of the Four, Erde could be considered the most level headed, calm. He also had the cold, arrogant nature of the School of Deep Sorcery though, and was not afraid to show his own position with other people. In another flash, he was gone, back to the scene he’d found Idas in.
“The fire burns….literally and metaphorically.”.
He clasped his hands together for a moment, before kneeling and placing them palm down on the ground. A pair of shockwaves shot through the ground swiftly, knocking large amounts of dirt loose and into the air, where Erde skillfully moved them back and forth, dropping them on top of the areas of the largest fires in order to smother them. Earth was his art, it was his passion, the things he could do with rock, dirt, sand, or even metals was amazing to others who witnessed it. When he was done, he sighed and turned back to Lady Lucia.
“There we go, the fire’s out, and hopefully not too much harm was caused.”.
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Post by iwuvcheeze on Sept 27, 2008 14:29:54 GMT -5
Lucia naturally continued her approach and did not halt when the new mage had arrived she did not seem enraged as while her eye sight was indeed good, it was hard to tell who was who in these times. you could not blame the young lady for being cautious when for the past few months things you did not recognize were trying to kill you.
Lucia lowered her weapon, placing the arrow delicatly back in her quiver on hung tightly accross her back, held in place by a fine leather strap that ran accross her breast plate. She had a bandage around her thigh, and a large red spot was visable, her hair was pulled back into a tight pony taiul that curled up on the edges, the young noble appearing more a battle hardened veteran more then ever. Her face was unmade up, but her beauty even in this state still riveled the Empress's.
"I know him." She said softly as Idas vanished into ground. "He is one of Arch-Mage Malachi's students...one of the best." She remarked. "You must be another...I had heard rumors of him having four representing four of the elements."
Finally being mannered, she pulled her self off of her hourse after placing her bow into its sheath on the animal's right flank. "I am Colonial Lucia Enoch...of the Western Division."
"We were investigating the crash of this air ship before we returned to the city to rest."
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Post by valos on Sept 28, 2008 0:11:45 GMT -5
He readjusted the mask upon his face some, one half of it black and the other brown. These were the masks chosen by the five most powerful mages in Corania at any time, Malachi and his Four Apprentices. His eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to the woman, nodding minutely to her words.
“Yes, he’s the Pyromancer. He’s a bit younger then the rest of us, so his emotional state isn’t always under his control, but he’s brilliant and loyal to Lord Malachi. You may call me Erde, I’m the Geomancer. A pleasure to meet you Lady Lucia, but you’re no longer needed here. I have this under control.”.
He turned around, his back to her, an abrupt dismissal even though she was a high ranking military officer. He walked forward and into the forest, slow, sauntering steps. He reached the wreckage of the airship, studying them intently, even allowing the mana to flow through his body to collect vague glimpses of what happened to cause this mayhem.
“Idas….”.
His voice was cold and hard, he knew the boy had the remarkable ability to sometimes get in over his head, and the results were usually overly dramatic and destructive.
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Post by iwuvcheeze on Sept 29, 2008 19:05:14 GMT -5
Lucia remained silent as the young mage spoke of Idas, Lucia having full knowledge of the young man's ways. She never had a personal relationship with him, but she knew much of the mage school in Corania. She moved to speak to the mage but found her self blantantly cut off.
As he moved off Lucia scowled at him, growing wry that he was so certain of his authority when infact he was not. Lucia has complete authority over the plains, espechally in the aftermath of the war, the Military was in command over all, and she had the power to request aid from the mage school and the inquisiton.
She could move faster then Erde and when he arrived he would see the young woman having beat him to it with her large minotaur.
A the warriors moved about shifting through the wreckage, when she inturn became rude. "Mage." She said in a commanding voice. "Due to the war this western farmland ahs been handed to my strict governorship and is...if i may quote the Empress her self under my command...any resources from the kingdom are under martial law...and who is the law under these conditions?" She said looking at him with a smug smile. "I am, and this was a military vessal, so you would do well to ask your self, are you needed? Unless of course the mage school has something it is attempting to hide considering over large portion of valuable farm land has been rendered utterly useless by some un explained fire storm."
Lucia raised an eye brow and would await a response. She was irritated at having been so abrubtly disreguarded. She was also irritated at the destruction of the Zalbinian, a rather expensive and valuable airship.
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Post by valos on Sept 29, 2008 21:48:15 GMT -5
He sighed as he looked around at all the brutes, searching through the wreckage of THEIR airship. And the leading woman, she may have been a powerful political ally, but Erde was growing tired of her sense of self importance. Erde kneeled down, touching the ground with the palm of his hand flat against the burned grass.
One after another, fragments of the airship began to fade into the ground. They were on their way to the Mage Academy right now, and nothing that Lucia tried would be able to stop him. Slowly, he rose from his kneel and he turned to face the commander for a moment.
“Lady Lucia, I’m not here to get into a pissing match of who has more prestige or power. That airship was built by Idas, making it property of the School of Deep Sorcery. And as for your authority, don’t treat me as if I really care.”.
He turned away from her, smirking underneath his mask. If she hadn’t liked his first dismissal, she was about to hate him for this.
“And as for your accusation that we’ve something to hide, I implore you not to follow such an idiotic train of thought for more then you already have. Why destroy valuable property, nearly have our best Pyromancer kill himself, and make everything so public? We’re smarter then that.”.
With that he began walking away from her once more, his cloak flapping behind him as he did.
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Post by iwuvcheeze on Sept 30, 2008 1:26:35 GMT -5
Lucia wrinkled her nose at the young man's defience as he cast his spell. "Your school is funded by The Coranian Empire." She responded sharply to remind him where his loyalties lay. "These farm steads belond to my Family in particular, so you will have to forgive me for attempting a pissing contest Erde." She said releasing a soft sigh in response to him. "I was informed about the Air ship...it was set to deliver a prisinor to us so that we could observe his interrogation by Mr. Idas." She said divulging the full details to Erde. "Im sure you were already aware of this...but I suppose I will have to file my greviences with the Empress, and have her handle this situation."
Lucia then turned away, and ordered her warriors. Lucia knew she did not need to say more. She knew Erde was no idiot, so he would know that what Lucia said was infact not a threat but a promise. With her subsequent victoriys in the farmland Empress Xylina would probably give Malachi a hard time for the mistreatment of one of her most favorite Military Officers. Which probably would not bode well for Erde's possible politicle career.
Lucia's pull was indeed becoming not over estimated, considering that for her rank her orders did come directly from Xylina, which ment that rumors of her politicle pull were not and over estimation.
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Post by valos on Sept 30, 2008 9:53:24 GMT -5
He shook his head as he stopped in his tracks for a moment, the wind blowing softly and causing the burnt leaves to crumble. So she wanted to continue using her ‘political clout’ to make him feel threatened. What a little misguided fool she was. He turned his head, showing only the brown half of his mask to the soldiers behind him.
“I don’t take hollow threats very well, Lucia.”.
She hadn’t addressed him with any sort of respect, so he dropped the Lady from her name as well.
“And to file your grievance with the Empress, seems childish. Not only in that it shows you can’t seem to handle your own affairs, but because you’re a tattle tale as well. Not only that, but don’t think for a moment that Lord Malachi wouldn’t be able to handle whatever you try to throw at him, the airship was our property, whether or not we’re funded by Corania makes no difference. And this ‘prisoner’ you refer to, was a subject for the School to experiment and test on, not a subject for you to interrogate. You couldn’t handle the half giant, who’s deceased now anyway.”.
The brutes behind her were obviously getting ruffled by this single mage, who treated them like the scum on the bottom of his boot. He needed to clean those anyway. Without even a word of good bye, Erde sank back into the earth and was gone, before Lucia could manage any kind of reply.
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