Fantasy A journey in Altrya - Main RP [ALWAYS OPEN]

[Chachalotte]

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A journey in Altrya - Main RP


A journey in Altrya - Non playable characters


A journey in Altrya - Altrya Manual (Maps/Races/Jobs/....)


A journey in Altrya - OOC

Introduction :



"Altrya was a beautiful parallel world, were peace was a common thing there. Not a single trace of evil was found for a long time. Different races are present, all of them cohabiting together. In this world, everything is possible. Talking with a cat, flying a on ship, water falling from the sky, learning magic... And so much more!
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A long time after the beginning, a newborn evil grown in the world of Altrya, and it was named Naskailor. A country that contained new monsters...

This world was made by an Eagle, named Alvin, who wish to created a perfect Utopia. The core of the world is preserve into a sanctuary onto the sky, named "Palchissia". It's destruction could end the whole world of Altrya. And that why, Xavyr, the Black dragon, was created to protect this place in any case. A large windstorm is around it, preventing any intruders. Nobody know where is Palchissia. Such is the legend of Altrya who everyone believed in.

Unfortunately, one day, Xavyr, became corrupted because of the act of a Leader, and did attacked the main town of the Elves. Calithilon, the chief of the Elves, could repulse Xavyr and saved the Elves capital, and was sure that this corruption was made by a Human. It was true, and his name was Ravus. Ravus Eldclaw. The Leader of the city "Blaros". Ravus Eldclaw believed that the whole legend of the core is only a tale, to hidden the fact that the core could possess the greatest power ever : a device that can grant any wish, capable of erasing the newborn evil of Altrya, Naskailor.

Ravus have been corrupted by an unknown evil beast with a black mud, along with the gift of an immense power. This whole mess created a war between everyone, breaking the peacefulness of the world. Elves, Humans, Dwarf, and every race became soon divided inside their own walls. Some of them still believed that Alvin will come back to save them, and nobody should reached the core. Some others will try to ignore that... And some of them believed in Ravus : They wanted to believe his ideal of saving Altrya with the core. Some huge beast awoken among the world, punishing the disbelievers, and protecting the believers of Alvin against Naskailor. Their death can show the path toward Palchissia... Which mean they have to survive, at all costs. This is a journey in Altrya. "










Current quest (Classed by level between : 1 - 10)
To pick a quest, please make your character see a quest office first, tagging the one who host the quest. A quest office is present in almost all the towns and capitals of Altrya ! Once you finished it, you will receive a reward depending of the difficulty of the quest.
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Quest name : But where did Jack and his friend go?

Difficulty : 3

Description : Jack and his friend were going on a trip into the east part of the cold forest, "Wretched Woodland", near Dalcoum. The purpose of it was to find some "Shroomld", a specie of mushrooms that only grow on this forest. Jack's wife, worried about this taking more time then usually, made a request to hear news about them. The path they usually take will of course be given.

Quest Holder : Chachalotte

Quest name : Mysteries Of The Sea
Level -- 6
Reward -- 2300 Gold coins and some iron chain breastplate.

Description : Captain of the S.S MaryLow had sent out a large ship a few weeks ago full of supplies to sent to a foreign country far from Blaros. Without a reply from the ship or even any response from the country by letter of any sorts; he had sent out several other smaller vessels to go in search of what had happened to the supply ship and once again, not a single word had reached back to him. Fear has now strucken the captain who wishes to know of his men and women and what had happened to them. The last he had heard of them was that the supply ship and the other vessels had stopped sending updates once they had reached near the far end of the sea named as Abysia. With the thought that someone or something out there had been attacking his vessels, he has put up an offer for assistance of what could possibly be going on.

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Quest Holder : Nothingness

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[Chachalotte]

Spoiler

@Ami the Breadling @happydeath @MrEvilMexican @DergTheDergon @Mori-Jin @Damafaud @RoxasTheExalted @mightybread @Fizz

Today was a special day. Letters were being sent all over the world of Altrya, as domestic birds were carrying them.


Those letters were important, and could change the near future of Altya. Some people were impatient, and wanted this council to happan as fast as possible. The truth will probably see the light...


Meanwhile, in Downtown, a Leader was smiling.

"You have been chosen to participate to the main council in Dalcoum, [Name of your character].

This council is annual, and take place each 10 years. It mostly consist to talk about all the capitals, and the actual events of Altrya. It will reunite all the Leaders, along with skillful heroes who were chosen to participate into this debate. Also, do not bring any weapons.

This is not an obligation, but beware that this council could change the future of Altrya. It is an one life opportunity, and you maybe won’t receive this invitation in the future.


Do not share this letter to anybody else, and come the 10th January to the main entrance of Dalcoum, showing this letter to a guard.

We hope to see you in the near future !
Sincerely, the main council."

(A timelapse of 1 month will happen after you received the letter. The RP officially start !!!)

Chapter 1 : The Downfall of Ravus.
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Act 1 : The Council

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The whole world of Altrya was waiting this moment. A council was going to take place with all the Leaders. Already 2 month have passed since the betrayal of Ravus toward Xavyr, the protector of Palchissia.


In the upper islands of Dalcoum, Baladan, inside the council room, guards were entering, surrounding the whole room.


It was in no time that the tension and stress build up into the council room, now waiting the most important people to come.


The first Leaders were Bekhami, wearing a more accomodate outfit then usually, the Leader of Thimdam, along Calithilon, the Leader of Ishanamael. Everyone bowed at them as they thanks them, sitting on the main table.


A short time after, Jett entered into the room, the Leader of Downtown. He took a sit in front of Calithilon, smiling. "You were waiting that moment since so long..." Calithilon didn't respond, but reacted with a frown, closing his eyes. Jett then quickly glanced all over the room before crossing his arms.


Kurei Oyashita, the Leader of Shikaimi, entered into the room, and thanks everyone for their welcoming, before taking a sit. He looked around in hope to find Ravus, in vain.


Only two leaders were missing now. The first one was Luciana, leading Abysia. The second one was Ravus, leading Blaros...

Meanwhile, in the entrance of Blaros...
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Ravus was on his home, the main fortress of Blaros, wearing his silver armor. He looked at the window, confident about what will happen. He sighed, taking a brief moment alone.


A short time after, he opened up the door, Shinori waiting for him. Ravus nod at her as they both leaved the fortress, riding their respective horse.


Ravus ride on the street, people cheering at them.


After a while, they both reached the main entrance of Blaros, before reaching the main entrance of the coldest forest. "This is it, Shinori. The time for the truth has come." Ravus wasn't smiling nor unhappy, but said that with a friendly tone. He was feeling more comfortable now, but that was not going to stay long.


( Everyone you are free to do an introduction before entering the council.)

 

[LostHaven]

Souls of the condemned, doomed to perish in this fruitless battle... They would find new purpose, however...


Faust sat upon his throne, made of the bones of an unidentified creature. He quietly read through the letter, without once looking at the bird. A living creature would have the audacity to enter his domain? It would dare defile Death's Door? "Dammit Alvin." He quietly muttered to himself. "Wasn't your purpose to make this 'perfect utopia'?" This obviously wasn't any 'utopia.' War was coming, a brewing storm. One that cannot be stopped. Death's domain would dnace with the souls of the fallen...


"A waste... Life is a precious thing."


Faust stood up from his throne and picked up the scythe that lay next to it. "I will amuse myself with your mortal affairs... I have too much time on my hands anyways..."


The doors to the meeting room opened, as a slender figure, covered head to toe in black stepped inside. Every step he made, the ground beneath him appeared to freeze, as if his aura would freeze the air itself. The figure found his seat and sat down...


"A war of the living? This will be amusing..."


@Nick Ton Cutter (and everyone who is here which is no-one)

 

[Roxasarass]

Within a random forest in the land of Altrya, sitting on top of a large branch as he sleeps just tightly holding his sword just in case anyone comes by to try and steal it, drooling a lot and snoring quite a bit. It was none other than the wandering djinn swordsman, Remus Arkos just being himself and sleeping anywhere he liked. His hair was undoubtedly a large mess, just like it was the day he left his home in search of something fun to do. Underneath the branch, laying at the base of the tree was what seemed to be a shattered bottle of booze that he managed to steal last night that fell.

The swordsman then awoke, stretching his limbs and then opened his eyes to the forest that he was in, greeting him with a sight of a bunch of trees. The calming sounds of the forest surrounding him. The birds were singing, the breezes of the wind he felt and the sun was shining brightly over the forest. Remus ruffled his hair and adjusted it slightly so it wouldn't block a bit of his vision and wiped off the drool that was on his face. His eyes looked tired and had bags under them, as he'd been spending a lot of time staying up at night to do whatever. He was preparing to jump down.

But just then, out of nowhere a bird had fluttered forth from the sky above, landing on the branch he slept on earlier and walked to his side. His head turned to the bird, and upon arriving into his sight he immediately noticed the letter that it was carrying. And because the bird was going to him, he thought that it may have been addressed to him. He took it from the bird, and looked at it first before opening it. Whatever could be inside, he was expecting something of a letter from his family. He ripped open the envelope, and took the piece of paper inside and the bird took off And from the first words he read, it was something else. Something he had not expected at all, a letter from people who he could only tell to be the council themselves.

Reading through the letter with now a look of curiosity which turned into one that had a look of excitement as he read through the letter and to his relief, was indeed meant for him. After reading, folded it and put into one of the pockets he had inside his hooded robes. "Oh boy, heh. Seems like something interesting and fun has finally popped up," he said then pausing and turning to the sky then saying, "No way in hell am I turning down this once in a lifetime opportunity. No way." His expression more lively and more happy. And with that he jumped down onto the ground, turning his feet into smoke and using his sound manipulative ability to cushion the landing. Then he put his sheathed blade underneath his robes, concealing it. There were only a few things he wondered about in the letter, such as why they couldn't bring any weapons, how the hell they found him despite him pretty much changing locations every single day and wandering around the lands for adventure and why it's scheduled a month from now. And he couldn't really not bring his sword into the place since he doesn't have any safe place to put it unless they'll take it then give it back which is something he doesn't like much since his sword is the most precious thing he has.

And with that, he's set off for Dalcoum. With the only problem being that he has no idea on how to get there at all. With the only solution he can think of currently to it being asking directions to that place. A new journey of his on just finding his way to Dalcoum in a months time.


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A month from then has passed, and he has finally reached Dalcoum. During that time he asked multiple people for directions, absolutely wrecked a few people that tried to rob him, saved a few people from things, slept in a grand number of places and stole a few bottles of alcohol for himself. Remus has certainly been a bit busy. He stood in front of the main entrance, looking up on it. Then just as instructed, he went to the guard and showed them the letter. The only thing he didn't do was not bring a weapon, which he did as he had nowhere to put it other than his parent's home which are a long way away and instead concealed it underneath his robe. And the guard let him in. He entered the room where the meeting was taking place, glancing around the place before finding his seat and sitting down. "This place looks really damn grand," he commented as he continued to look around the room.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Vahlen Dyis​

In a candle-lit chamber, the aging yet still spry-as-ever headmaster of the Holy Fjord Monastery sat silently, legs crossed in the lotus position and palms pressed together in front of his chest. His eyes closed and his long, neat ponytail falling neatly over the front of his left shoulder, Vahlen breathed deep, long breaths, even, steady, his mind utterly clear and his entire being at peace. Suddenly, a student of his meandered into the room, a young man, clutching a letter and approaching Vahlen. He opened one eye and asked,


"what is it, my student?" In a calm, even tone.


"I apologize for interrupting your meditations, master, but a strange bird was trying to enter the dojo. It was carrying this... it's addressed to you."


He handed Vahlen the letter and the wise old master took it with a nod, examining the paper.


"Thank you. You may continue going about your duties. Ensure you complete your meditations today, you cannot grow otherwise.”


“Yes, I understand and will do as you ask. You are welcome, Master."


The student left, and Vahlen, still sitting, smiled as he watched the young man leave. That one showed great promise. Without so much as a pause or another action, Vahlen opened the letter and quickly read its content. Most interesting, he thought. The Council had never reached out to him like this, content to let him conduct his teachings in peace, the sentiment being mutual. However, word might have gotten around about the deeds the monks who chose to go out into the world have done over the past few years, all of whom Vahlen himself had trained. Perhaps the Leaders wished to make use of his wisdom, or his martial expertise; perhaps a mix of both.


In any case, the invitation seemed like an interesting diversion for a time, if nothing else, and the occasion itself seemed to be in the spirit of making the world a better place. Vahlen began preparations for his departure soon after, leaving the monastery in the care of the second oldest Master when it was time to go.

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The old man found himself walking into a grand room, a few quite intriguing individuals already seated. It seemed that all types of influential sorts had been called here. Vahlen took the place in with all his senses, reflecting on the possible symbolism of the design, and acknowledging the other fellows who had sat down before him with a slight bow of greeting before quietly taking a seat himself and patiently waiting.


Feeling a familiar presence behind him a few moments, he turned to see a very familiar young woman with an equally familiar (and wild) hairstyle walk in, surprised that she had been called here as well. What had she been up to that had caused the Main Council themselves to call her here? It was not his concern any longer, but he found himself still curious. He acknowledged her with a nod, feeling her energy and inferring that she would like to keep contact with him to a minimum. She was still a tad bitter over her failure to grasp a few of his teachings, that much was clear to him.

Severa Leone​

In the woods at night, a lone woman fought four armed men, punching, kicking, dodging and tripping up her opponents with fluidity and ease. She danced back and forth lethally, striking at two men at once, while the other two recovered from the onslaught of attacks she had sent their way a split second ago.


A few moments later, there was only one man standing, or rather lying on the ground and still breathing- barely.


“What… in all of Altrya… are you?” he barely managed in a pained tone of voice, coughing afterwards.


Severa stared down at him coldly, her foot pressing into his chest and causing him to hiss in pain. “Me?” She replied casually, an undertone of aggression present in her voice. “I’m just a human weapon, that you stood no chance against… but you already knew that.”


It was true, as far as she concerned: all that gruelling training, and the old man wanted her to use her hard-earned combat skills to ‘keep peace.’ She never understood why she was taught to be so deadly for such a noble purpose, so she didn’t follow ‘the path,” as her old master called it.


“P-please,” the man begged, “just let me go. I-I’ll find a better living!”


“Not a chance. A young woman in town said one of you fools raped her… and her description of the perpetrator fits you perfectly. Enjoy eternal torment, you sick bastard.”


‘I-I won’t do it ag-”


Growing tired of this man’s pleading, Severa swiftly moved her foot up to the right side of the rapist’s jaw and forcefully pressed her foot down onto it while twisting it, snapping the man’s neck in one fell swoop as her massive calf muscles flexed in reaction to the force of the movement.


“Huh, guess monks are pretty unheard of around here… you’d think tales of what we can do to a man would’ve spread all over the world by now...” She shrugged to herself, then headed back to the village she had taken care of these miscreants for.


Once there, the girl that had been raped came out of her house nearby and ran up to Severa and hugged her immediately, stopping her in her tracks, and causing her to smile warmly once her shock wore away, wrapping her arms gently around the young woman herself.

“Y-you’re okay…”


“Course I am… a few bandits won’t stop me.”


The girl released Severa’s torso from her grip and looked up into the Monk’s intense green eyes with her own light-blue orbs. “You’re amazing, Severa.”


The monk blushed a deep crimson. “A-ah, thanks,” was the sorry excuse for a response she could muster. She didn’t know what to say… a beautiful fellow woman seemed to be coming onto her, and she’d just barely spoken to her.


When the girl had heard Severa was going after the bandits, she approached the monk and bravely told her of her plight, asked for her to be her avenger, to which Severa was very happy to oblige.


“He won’t be bothering you anymore,” the warrior woman simply added, causing the girl to look down and begin to cry.


“Th-thank you…”


“You’re welcome… I should be on my way soon… I-I’ll come visit though.”


“Be sure that you do… I-I’d… really like to see you again...”


Severa smiled. “Got it. I’ll be back,don’t worry.”


With that, she reluctantly left the poor young thing to her sobbing, confident that now the girl could heal and that she’d done a good thing.


When she made it back to her tavern room, she spotted a magnificent-looking bird with a message attached to its leg sitting on the windowsill, staring at her as she opened the door with one of its big eyes.


“What in the…” Severa whispered, heading to the window and lifting it open, carefully reaching for the note. The bird obediently let her remove the message, and flew off promptly. The warrior woman’s eyes widened as she read it.


“The Main Council? All the Leaders? I guess my deeds are pretty famous, but I never thought I’d see the day...”


She closed the letter and contemplated for a moment, before deciding she would at least go to hear them out, though her expertise was in fighting, not diplomacy or anything similar to that.

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Severa waltzed into the admittedly impressive room, taken aback by the scenery. That is, until she saw a familiar face and froze in her tracks. The old man met her eyes with that infuriating calm look and completely straight face she’d grown to loathe deeply.


“Master… I should’ve guessed they’d seek your council too,” she said coldly. “Just let me be.”


Vahlen nodded and calmly replied. “As you wish.”


Neither student nor master spoke another word to one another, as Severa sat down and collected herself, nodding in acknowledgement to the other rather formidable-looking folk currently seated and staying quiet for now. She began to scan the others around her, takinng in their features, hoping to fnd someone to act as a beautful diversion from her boredom as she so often sought.

Damafaud (since Dinah is waiting :3) @All else xD

 

[LostHaven]

The figure in black had only begun to enjoy the peace until first, some screwed up looking Dijinn popped in, followed by some other old human with a younger apprentice of sorts. At least their addressing of each other suggested so... He cocked his head to one side and examined the woman. The Dijinn would have to wait.
"Mortals... truly amusing."
He muttered in a mocking tone, directed at the monk.
"And who would you be, monk? I take it the council was so desperate they'd invite a little child such as yourself here?"
Faust honestly didn't know what to say. The council would stoop as low as to invite an Elder Lich and a kid to this place? The living had always annoyed him to some degree...
DergTheDergon @Damafud
(Not really sure if anyone would actually notice Faust's undead without him talking shit about living crap)

 

[Damafaud]

Dinah Senade

The garden was simply beautiful. fragrant roses and bashful petunias, along with some unrecognized flower bloomed to their fullness despite the lack of water. A cool breeze blew upon a table, vacant from any visitor. Inside her sitting room, holding a fountain pen was Dinah. Her brother Drevis has sent her a letter, and as his usually prevent him from such luxury, his letter was very appreciated. He was always trying to get into power, but that was none of her concern. Oh, Drevis asked her to retrieve her old body when she has the chance to as well. Before Dinah can signed her letter, a knocking sound came from the window. A hummingbird, holding a piece of letter with its tiny legs.

" Hm? Another letter? " Dinah opened the window wide and took the letter, removing the burden from the tiny bird. It chirped happily and flew around the room. Dinah chuckled as she read the letter. Her mouth sharpen into a beak and her body shrunk until she turned into a small hummingbird.

" Oh, Drevis will be so jealous of me. Thank you, hummingbird. Feel free to sip from my flowers before you go. " Soon, it disappeared among the bright petals of the flowers. Dinah turned back into a silhouette. She went outside and opened her parasol, letting the wind to carry her away, her letter unfinished.

The guards let her pass with a stare. Of course, who won't stare at a beautiful woman, high of stature with chestnut hair? As she opened the council room, Dinah quickly scanned the member of the room. A woman who kept glancing at the other interest her. She approached her seat from the back, her appearance shift, trying to adjust to the woman's mind.

" My, my. What a fierce look. Don't we all come here to give council? Let's stop all of this scary look, okay darling?" Her slender hand rubbed against Severa cheek.

Dinah stood straight and addressed the whole room. "I'm talking to all of you handsome men and sweet ladies. Keep the hostility outside all right? Do this lady a favour. " She took her seat calmly afterward. Although she occasionally wink at Severa.

DergTheDergon

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Drevis Senade

The seats must be getting filled. He observed the members himself. An old monk was among the first. A female rogue followed him not long after. Their walking stride were almost similar. Could there be a connection between them? This line of thought is never fruitful, Drevis thought. He should do something more productive. His shadow wing slowly disappeared as he approached the gate. It is convenient to be unrecognizable, but he wished he could retain his old form.

" Ah, I beg your pardon. But is this not Dolcoum? An invitation request me to come, and I couldn't possibly deny. " A young man appeared in front of the guard instead of the shadow devil. His glove covered hand was holding a piece of paper. The guard stared at awe at the man. Yes, it is Dolcoum. No, he is not required to strip his weapon. Of course he will be interested in hearing how he can get invited.

They chat for a while, trading stories of their past. All exaggerated on the guard's side. All made up on Drevis. "Boy, you look yonug enough to be my son but you talk like my grandfather! " He laughed at his own joke. Drevis smiled and said he need to hurry. He really shouldn't make the other wait. "Well, I guess it's time. Call me up when you need something, eh?" They parted with a handshake.

Drevis stopped in front of the council room. He stared at his right hand which was held by the guard. A thin, almost invisible paper was glowing weakly. "Anything, huh?" He didn't know if the contract will be useful, but it was always nice to have power in his hand. He swiped his left hand over his right. The contract vanished. Straightening his , Drevis opened the door.

He sat on an empty seat beside a man who wear a black hood. He guessed no one else would want to sit next to him. Drevis decided to keep the young man appearance, at least for the time.

"Mortals... truly amusing."
He muttered in a mocking tone, directed at the monk.
"And who would you be, monk? I take it the council was so desperate they'd invite a little child such as yourself here?"

Mortal? An odd choice of word. Or perhaps...

"Excuse me for asking, dear sir. But do you by any chance, is not a mortal? Immortality, or undead state, for instance."

Drevis current appearance:

LostHaven

 

[DergTheDergon]

Severa Leone​

Severa's eyes slowly met those of the hooded figure that was first to address her. She scowled at the... man? She wasn't sure if he was alive, but all that matter right now was that he was insulting her. She took a deep breath in order to calm herself and keep herself from doing anything rash. Then, she addressed him in an even, cold tone.

"I don't know how in Altrya you think I look like a child, but I'll have you know I was brought here for my exploits in battle. The council doesn't screw around, there's a good reason they brought everyone here, including me. So I would suggest you keep that mouth of yours to yourself." It was clear that she didn't fear this mysterious hooded figure whatsoever.
LostHaven

Severa was then startled by a voice behind her, and she turned, revealing a woman whose looks captivated her instantly, her eyes widening as they took her in. Long chestnut hair, Violet eyes, delicate face so naturally beautiful it seemed unbeleivable, a curvy figure that seemed to go on for miles... it seemed like this captivatingly beautiful woman was born with all the right features in mind for Severa's liking. Realizing she was staring and not responding, she opened her mouth and all she could say was, "S-sorry, I'll stop..." a moment later she added, "it's hard to have any sort of scary look on my face staring at you anyway... or any look other than one of bliss." She smirked. Normally, she wasn't this forward with other women as she was aware that most did not share her sexual orientation. however, she found that with this woman, she couln't help herself.

Severa watched the woman give her little speech, hanging on her every word. Severa wondered, was she brought here for her beauty and charm? It certainly had wonderful effects on Severa, and the monk felt that she could be paramount in negotiations and the like.

Severa looked to the woman as she sat down, and could swear she was winking in her direction. Blushing slightly, she found herself speaking up to her. "May I ask your name? Severa Leone, pleasure to meet you."
Damafaud

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Vahlen Dyis
Vahlen sat quietly, watiing for the meeting to begin and for now staying seperate. He saw no reason to strike up conversation with the others, especially seeing as the ones who had arrived were all preoocupied with each other. Speaking of which, he found himself shaking his head and sighing as he saw Severa crumble under the charm of a woman who just walked in.

She was aestetically pleasing, he could not deny; however, he could sense something off about her, as if she was not what she seemed. He would keep an eye on her. He told himself he would not interfere with Severa's business, however the notion that she could be blindly leading herself into a trap with her desires was concerning to him. Severa was a martial arts prodigy, after all, and her lack of self discipline beyond conditioning of her body didn't change the fact that she was one of his great sucsesses, in a way. Vahlen found himself casting careful, wary glances in the lady's direction as Severa conversed with her.
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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Miyoshi Oyashita

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Miyoshi kept her face hidden behind her wodden mask, its creepy, blood red smile flashing at everyone within the room. She had no intention to actively join a conversation, she would rather watch and listen. She saw her father take place, her fist clenching and urging to grab her weapon, just one strike, one small cut would mean his death, something she longed for so long. But how would she get out then? No, it was no good idea to strike now. She would keep herself in the back and wait to strike, like a snake in tall grass. She kept behind Jet, the man who had brought her there. He was a jackass, you could never know what he intended, if it was just a prank what he did or had superior intentions. That was what she liked about that man. She was certain, she would grow good friends with him.
Chachalotte

Shinori Oyashita

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Shinori looked at her old friend with an encouraging smile. "True, the time has come, Ravus... But worry not, those with a mind will follow you. You never led us wrong, did you? You were always doing what was right for our world and so will you now. Who does not understand that, must just trust in you. And who does not trust in you, never was worth to be an ally anyways. You are a great man and everyone in the council will see it." Shinori blushed a little bit. "I see it, at least." She shook her head, as if to deny those stupid feelings of being flustered. They did not belong there. She made her horse move a bit, showing she intended to move on. "Let us move, Ravus... Duty calls, we have no time to lose. Being late would be a bad first impression."
Chachalotte

 

[LostHaven]

Faust only had begun to have a little bit of fun, when a boy sat down right next to him. He tried to ignore him as he continued to insult the monk. Until the little kid had picked up his use of words.

"Excuse me for asking, dear sir. But do you by any chance, is not a mortal? Immortality, or undead state, for instance."

Faust cocked his head around, empty eye sockets of his mask glaring into the child's own eyes. The more he viewed the entity, the more strange it's existence became... He didn't give off the aura most normal humans gave off, and he certainly wasn't a demon from hell either, nor was he undead... For now however, he'd just have some more fun.
"Undead? I'm very sorry, kiddo. No idea what you're talking about."
He was about to remove his mask until the monk told him to shut his mouth.
"I'm so very sorry. Mouth? What in the world is that? Is it that hole you humans shove food into?"
He asked, in a very serious tone. None of these beings, humans at least appear to be able to see through his illusions. At least it was what he hoped. Maybe he could have some fun after all. He removed his mask, only to reveal a smooth, featurless surface. He had absolutely nothing on his face, not even ears or eyes. He then proceeded to use his own gloved hand to draw a curved line across where his mouth would be, and a red streak of blood appeared where his fingers had touched, creating a false, and somewhat disturbing smile.

"I believe this is what you people call a 'mouth,' correct?"
He asked the monk, while putting his mask back on. He looked around at the room, that was already bursting with people. A samurai person with a weird mask? Old monk, young monk, pretty lady, weird kid that sat next to him, some other sorry looking swordsman. That WAS an impressive roster. A good team, even. He had hoped that nobody would be able to see thorugh his illusions, though he wasn't so sure about the child next to him. Was he a half-demon? Or perhaps an artificial human? Whatever it was, he was pretty sure the illusion would look real enough... Otherwise, it would just be a shitty party trick.
"Anyhow, when's this thing gonna actually start? I'm getting really impatient."
He muttered, resting his legs up on the table.
DergTheDergon Damafaud

 

[Nothingness]

~Yukito Takahashi~

Far from any actual civilization, a male with pitch black hair that led down his bed to the color of crimson had sat upon what appeared to be the remains of a wooden arch of sorts. Sitting at the very top of the unstable remains of the arch with his legs crossed as well as his arms crossed and his golden hues closed; the very male remained completely still and silent while he mediated there o himself. Behind him, in the slightest distance was what had appeared to had been also the remains of an old temple that seemed to had gone through what looked to be a battle of sorts. Much of the rooftops were destroyed and skeletons littered the grounds from the exterior to the stairway into the temple itself; although time had passed and their flesh had been all but wiped out leaving nothing more than skeletal remains, their garments showed clear enough that these people were once monks that lived and guarded this place with their lives.
Every so often, as the gust of the wind blew across the grounds of the ruined temple; the very male's hair would flow along with the wind along with his own shirt that resembled similar to that of the monks that were slaughtered at the ruins. The only difference was that rather than the usual gold and orange color that was of each of the other monks, this male's garments were black with gold strips along the different spots where gold ran along the monk's clothing. This was not due to any sort of thievery but rather that he was once lived among these monks and considered them the closest thing he had to actual family, after their death; he has guarded these lands from any and all intruders.

Whilst sitting there in continued silence, the only thing that had caused the male to reopen his gaze was the very sound of what seemed to had been feathers flapping through the very air itself as it drew closer and closer to his particular location. Moments as the small creature came ever closer to the sitting male, he would reach out a single arm just to allow the small creature that happened to had been a bird carrying a message rolled up upon it's back that seemed to have the male's name in scripted onto the container itself; Yukito Takahashi.
Arching a brow as to who and how someone or something had known of his location as well as his name, the male did not waste any time to unravel the letter; allowing the bird to leave on it's way before he would begin to read through the entire letter. As he went through the invitation, a bit of interest came to Yukito as he soon enough let a low chuckle escape from his lips before actually hopping off from the arch he sat upon. "Hm, an invitation to reunite leaders is it? Why not?" With those few words, the male had turned only around to face the ruins of the temple that he was about to leave before clasping his hands together and giving a deep bow out of respects to the dead and his home; vowing that he would return as he unsheathed both of his blades that he normally kept at his hips before jabbing both the blades into the concrete stairwell that lead up towards the ruins. Once more, giving yet another bow towards the ruins; Yukito had finally turned once again to begin making his way towards the destination that was stated upon the letter. Knowing well enough that the letter stated not to bring weapons, he left both the blades as a show of respect to the letter but as well as a way to keep his vow that he would return to take back his weapons; however, this did not leave him unguarded due to his own scythe and demonic blade that he keeps sealed away only to be brought out through the use of his own dark energy if he requires a weapon. Other than that, his own hand-to-hand combat as well as his abilities had been always enough to keep him protected against many different threats of the wild.

--- 1 Month Later ---
Finally, after about a month of constant travel; Yukito had finally ended up reaching his destination. The capital city of Dalcoum, the sight of the gates that lead into the capital city were rather large and it had appeared that it was currently only guarded by two knights that stood side by side with threateningly large weapons. Approaching the gates with nothing more than a brown ragged hooded cloak, the two knights wasted no time to immediately cross their swords against one another to demand a halt of the unknown male. "Halt. State your business wanderer." As one spoke out in a rather loud masculine voice, the hooded male would only raise up the letter that was stated an invitation into the city and to attend the meeting, the guards only nodded to one another before stepping to one side to push open the large metallic gates to the unknown wanderer. Yukito, without another word had stepped through the gates once they had opened to him; keeping his head down to avoid eye contact with the guards let alone anyone he might've passed to reach the meeting room that he was instructed to go to.
Although this had also taken quite some time due to how large the capital city was; Yukito had continued to take his time to reach his destination, all the while on his way there; he had made sure to take in the surrounding sights that he had seen around him. Many families attending markets with one another while even some people were sitting on the sides in poverty, begging others for money or at least whatever they could spare. The sight of this was indeed saddening, however there was little to nothing the hooded male could do to help them at the time being; it wasn't like he was loaded or even had the smallest coin on him to begin with.
Continuing on his way until he had finally reached yet another pair of large metallic doors, the hooded male had pushed open the doors only to come across what seemed to had been a large table that had many people already around it speaking to one another. Without so much as a word to any of them, the hooded male known as Yukito only stepped in before making his way over towards the nearest seat to sit and await for this 'meeting' to continue and see where it would lead him in the end.

-@Anyone- in there I guess? XD​

 

[Black Jade]

"Wake up." Spoke the oh so familiar voice of the dragon sealed within the man, who was commonly named Tamakui, or by his followers, king, that fateful morning. "Wake up." the dragon commanded once again, but this time, with his demanding voice. Tama groaned, rolling himself off of his large royal bed, "Couldn't you just leave me alone?" he asked, extremely annoyed.

"Well I'm sorry but appears between the both of us, of which I was promptly not invited, that I am the only one who cares about this council meeting." The beast spoke once again, "Are you not supposed to be a king? What about your status? Your honor? Where is all of that willpower I sensed in you once before?"

Tamakui shook his head, "I am a king that does what is necessary, and I still hive my willpower dragon, I'm just, what do humans call it? Lazy, that's the word." he stretched, stepping out as little fairy like creatures stripped him, and redressed him in some Heavenly Realm Royal clothing, as he walked over to his nightstand. On the top, was none other than the invitation. He picked it up, placing it in his shirt pocket as he turned around, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Now I look quite incredible my dear if I do say so myself." he whispered, talking to himself as there was no one else in the room to talk with, except for Tathagata of course. But the dragon barely spoke any words to him, as Tamakui was more of a home, a place for him to laze around in, the dragon he means. He raked a hand through his white hair, ruffling himself fully awake as he struck a smile. He nodded, "Ok, let's do this."

The King walked out of his kingdom, going to the middle of the Realm like world, where a large gate stood at the center of the Kingdom. Not many people could open it, but he was one of the few. He opened the Gate, stepping out in the center of Altrya, Dalcoum, where he was met by a few humans who were his escorts. He nodded at them, and followed the people to where the council was being held, where he gave the guard his invitation, and sat in one of the open seats.

 

[Damafaud]

Dinah Senade

May I ask your name? Severa Leone, pleasure to meet you."

Should she reveal her real name? No, it won't do. Let her ponder over it. After all, what is a woman without a secret?

" I'm sorry darling. But from where I come from, name has power and should not be given casually. Call me Lady Rowena for now. " It wasn't a lie. She was Lady Rowena. Or at least in body. The sickly lady who never get out of her bed and never seen out of her bed. It also help that no one know her real name. The rumour always mention her as 'youngest daughter of Earl Rowena' or 'That sickly lady' .

"Beside, I think your old acquaintance hate me enough as it is. A new enemy is always a burden. " Dinah gestured toward Vahlen, who had a look of disapproval on his face.

DergTheDergon

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Drevis Senade

Not human, I see. The blank face prove as much. He can make a few guess. An undead would be his first guess, but the strong illusion he felt around him eliminate that possibility. No, the man beside him is more than a mere demon either.

" Ah, it is true you are not a mere mortal. Then perhaps, can you tell me, who you really are? " He sparingly use his gift to compel people to answer with truth. It is convenient, but a devil must not lose his touch. Practise make perfect, after all.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

One of the many suits of armour lined around the room suddenly twitched. It made a sound of metal hitting metal. Then, the sound came again. Suddenly, a sound as if the rusty armour had moved for once in a few hundred years rang throughout the meeting room. A black sword, lined with gold streaks materialized in the suit of armour's gauntlet, and two blue orbs appeared behind the visor. Then, it's gauntlet moved, and it moved the fingers around a bit, as if making sure whether it were a dream or not. Satisfied with knowing this was relaity, the suit of armour silently strode toward the table, and without a word, sat down right next to Miyoshi. It didn't even bother to say a 'good morning' or 'hello'. It just sat there, without a word, silently observing the other people.
The Fluffiest Floof
-----
Faust cocked his head to one side, after hearing the child's demands.
"Tell you whom I am? Why should I?"
It was very tempting to answer the child's question, and he probably would've done so already if he were alive.
"I will tell you then. Just an, Archmage."
He wasn't even lying. It was a half-truth. He had been what he had claimed to be. When he was alive.
"Actually, not an Archmage. Make that ArchLICH. But really, what's the difference between an Elder Lich and an Archlich? Apparently, I'm supposed to be an Elder Lich but that hardly makes difference, does it?"
He looked away from the thing for now. He was slightly annoying, poking around at other people's business. His attempt to force Faust into answering his question also annoyed the Elder Lich to some degree.
"First a monk, then some little kid and pretty little lady... What the hell is the council thinking? What's next? A unicorn?"
He muttered to himself.
Damafaud (not really sure if his magicks works on undead too )

 

[DergTheDergon]

Severa Leone
Severa was taken aback by the strange creature's haunting display, revealing that apperently, it did not have a face. She had seen more horrid things than its clearly illusory blood-smile however, and she simply looked away. "You don't scare me," she replied simply, before turning towards her more pleasant company all all but forgetting that the creepy faceless figure was in the room. What was he doing here, anyway?​

LostHaven

All her frustration nearly melted away as she looked into the beautiful woman's eyes. Severa smirked. "A woman of mystery, I see... I can get behind behind that, 'Lady Rowena'," she replied, accentuating the name this beautiful specimen before Severa chose to call herself with an air of playful sarcasm. Severa glanced towards Vahlen angrily, who simply averted his gaze,stood and moved farther away from the conversing pair of women. Turning back towards Lady Rowena, she rolled her eyes. "Oh don't mind him... the man's a pacifist, he won't do anything. But how does his disapproval of you simply conversing with me make him your enemy, hmm? Do you envision us... getting to know each other better? I certainly do."​

Damafaud

Vahlen Dyis
Having been noticed by the dangerous-seeming and beautiful woman who was conversing with Severa, Vahlen decided to keep his gaze away from them and simply open his other senses to hearing the woman's words, feeling her energy. Monitoring her this way would raise less suspicion, making it seem to the untrained individual that he was simply ignoring them now, though that was far from the truth. Having honed his senses to a fine point over the majority of his life so far, Vahlen could hear the pair continue speaking clearly from here, and split that task with whatever else he may do before the meeting finally commenced.

A rather peculiar gentleman then walked in and sat down; he was peculiar in that he clearly was not human just from the energies Vahlen could feel through his well-honed energy sense. Vahlen could not say he had seen a creature like this young man before. He supposed he could say the same about the hooded figure that had been here before him and Severa, but theenergies they radiated were dark and he did not wish to associate with them because of such.

Turning his attention back to the regal-seeming young man who had just sat down, he was curious enough to speak up. "Excuse me, lad," he began in a polite tone, "May this humble old man ask from where you hail?"
Black Jade​

 

[Damafaud]

Dinah Senade

Dinah raised an eyebrow toward Severa. She has no idea about politic, hasn't she? " The worst kind of enemy are always those who never reveal their fangs, sweetheart. I prefer not to make one. " Dinah laughed freely. Her laughter echoed through out the room. "Well, we'll see about that later. It won't be appropriate at the moment, and we are technically stranger, are we not? "

In truth, she became more interested in the old monk, who currently divert his attention to a young man. The felling of being watched persist, though. A conversation with the old monk must be planned.

DergTheDergon

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Drevis Senade

Elder Lich? Well, that explain the darkness he felt. He had wished that he could trick the man into signing a contract, but a lich would be familiar with one. Drevis turned his attention to another figure in the room. Specifically, the quiet man who tried not to attract attention. Foolish of him, really. Being quiet in a table is like holding gold coin in a back alley.

"You, man behind the hood. Are we a cult with dark intention and so in need of hiding our face? Remove your veil, except you are a widow in mourning. " Ah, irony. He, who does not own an identity, try to force other to reveal his. Well, it is his false for using such crude disguise. An illusion, such as one used by the Lich Lord would be more probable.

Nothingness

 

[Nothingness]

Damafaud

~Yukito Takahashi~

Remaining completely silent whilst he sat there, the hooded male had listened in on the conversations that those around him had with one another. From what the letter stated, this was supposedly a meeting of the many different leaders of the land to unite them together for some particular purpose but yet none of the conversations were appearing to be going in the proper direction of actually focusing on anything from what the hooded male could tell from. None of what the others spoke around him was to any of Yukito's concern honestly, his invitation had not stated anything of needing to known of those around him let alone explain fully whom he was in anyway; only that he had arrived for this particular meeting and that he was to come unarmed. At least, that was the full quick jist of the letter from what Yukito could fully remember off the top of his head without requiring to pull it out and taking a glimpse at it.

Moments while sitting there in his continued silence, the last thing that that the hooded male had fully expected to end up hearing was once a male voice out of the room had called out to a man that had been hooded which appeared to had currently been none other than Yukito at the current time being. Listening to the man's voice as he called out in manners that only if Yukito had been either in a cult or a widow to be wearing a hood to keep his full identity hidden and that he must reveal his face aside from those reasons. Without another word let alone even a turn of his head over his shoulder to take a glimpse at the one speaking to him, the hooded male had made sure to waste no time to reach to the sides of hood to pull it downwards and reveal his entire face to those who might've bothered to look at him. His golden hues of his gaze had not left the sight of the table he sat before, only to have his hands rest upon his lap as he awaited for any other words to come from the man who directed his attention towards him. "Such hostility among you. Was this invitation a propose for battle...or is there actual purpose here?" With those few words, soon enough as the sounds of the doors opening and shutting once more only to reveal what appeared to be a rather well dressed male stepping into the room and taking a seat within the same room at the table.
Carrying his gaze over towards this new arrival within the room, Yukito's golden gaze had remained locked upon this man who sat before the growing amount of people within the room; curious to know that if this man was of some importance to be wearing such attire that fitted that of royalty as it would seem.
​

 

[Dominaiscna]

Carry sweet wind, my words my song
Flow swiftly into the nigh
So that those afar, the birds of heaven
Finally here my cry

Let the sky be your companion,
The stars, your patient guide
That you might fly safely and swiftly
To the place I wait and reside

My kin beyond the horizon
Whom my eyes can no longer see
Thy humble guardian calls you now
Return home, to thine sanctuary

~

Everynight, her song echoes in the cold air, breaking the icy silence of solitude around her. She sits upon the highest point of the Sanctuary, a great cliff amongst the clouds that overlooks the world below. Have the Larke's not heard her yet? Where are they?

~

There was a ripple in the spirit world as a small creature of life ventured close to the Sanctury borders. At once alert, the girl stepped off of the ledge, letting herself fall through the clouds till her feet softly landed on the holy ground of her home to meet the threat she sensed.

It was but a little bird, tired and cold with a precious message.

Taking pity on it, Larke gently knelt down and scooped up the small creature all the while carefully retrieving the letter.

"Your master had better have a good reason for sending you on such a dangerous mission to find me, " she murmured to the white ball of feathers that huddled feverishly in her lap. The Sanctuary, a great island far above the ground, was no place for a poor little bird. If the high altitude didn't tire out and kill the creature, the frigid and inconstant weather would.

Reading the contents of the letter, Aderyn Weiss narrowed her eyes. A Council meeting... they'd never cared for her before. Though she should not leave the Sanctuary unprotected, the meeting sounded important. She would have to leave the island to deliver the bird home anyway.

"Come, little one." Holding the bird close to her chest, she stepped off of the island with her eyes fluttering shut as the wind whipped around her. The sensation of falling never brought on fear, but instead freedom to Aderyn Weiss who was glowed faintly in the dark night.

Her fall slowed upon reaching the ground and, after a few seconds, she opened her hands for the small creature. "There we go, it's time for you to go home," she coaxed but the bird would not leave the Ethereal spirit no matter what.

Reluctantly, she let it stay by her. Usually, Larke would shift into the spiritual plain and her journey would take only hours, but with the bird, she had to travel on foot which would take a few weeks for her to reach the meeting place. Oh well... it'd been a while since she'd travelled through the world.

"Bird, if you must accompany me, then be my guide, but only to the place and then we part, " Larke ordered to which she received a twittering reply in agreement. Looking up, she beheld her home in the sky.

"Great ones, hopefully I will be back soon... wait for me."

~~

One month passed swiftly.
In the day, she travelled with a step as light as feathers and at night, she sang her haunting song for the stars and the moon to hear. Days flew and soon they had reached their destination.

At the entrance of the Council room, Larke could see the people inside. There were all sort of people and most of which did not seem to be of the friendly type. "Perhaps... this is where we part?" she suggested to the bird who was perched on her shoulder. Shivering in fear, it in turn nodded as if it couldn't wait to get away from the scary aura.

Gently taking the bird and holding it up, Larke bowed her head and met its forehead with her own for a second or two as both closed their eyes. "Okay then, little one. Good bye. Perhaps I will see you again, oneday."

A few flutter of wings and it was gone.

Turning, Larke beheld the grand room before her, filled with various kinds of people. Walking in, the Spirit realized how out of place she must've looked. In comparison to everyone else, she looked more like a little gypsy or a dancer girl than a being of power.

After all, Larke was slender in build and her features spoke of nothing but grace and gentleness. Her pale brown hair floated in a plait down her back and a white, feathery dress adorned her body. She had no accessories to boast of, save for the ribbon in her hair, and her feet were bare. She walked with not power, but a dancer's grace in each step.

Gazing around the room, she pursed her lips. How odd she felt...

 

[Fizz]

Kazil Mistwalker
Kazil had just infiltrated an Orcish jail in a run-down fortress. The fortress was almost desolate - left alone after their victory against the elves, but the warriors remaining here were at least veterans and pose a threat. She carefully sidestepped the guards and soldiers, before arriving at the warden's office. It was clear that the warden had not been in combat for years, after being dormant from a long time of laziness. Kazil shadowstepped behind the Orc and swiftly stabbed through it's heart. The orc merely died with a grunt, not even realizing what had happened to it. She then casually took the blood-soaked keys and walked towards a nearby jail cell, and smirked as she watched the captive staring back at her.

"Kazil...?" The elf asked, mostly enshrouded in darkness, but his facial features were visible. It was a mystery how, but he looked exactly the same after years of living in this filth - tidy and clean, short and slightly spiked hair. Kazil didn't reply, she was having too much fun with the captive. "I know you need something from me, you never waste your time just for your entertainment." he told Kazil, obviously annoyed. "Fine, i'll need information on a member of the Dalcoum's council. He leads an elite group called the goliaths and have been after me for a while now. For every one of them i kill another seems to take it's place." She replied. The elf gestured towards the lock, not saying a word, and Kazil hastily unlocked it.

"The man you are seeking for is Jacob, he already had the team assembled but only recently commissioned it." The elf answered, and slowly walked away just in case Kazil needed anything else. "You may leave, thank you for your assistance." She told him, dismissing him with a wave before she started to head out for her new destination. Dalcoum. A few minutes later, a white dove flew harmlessly beside her, carrying a letter that contained here name. I'm invited to a meeting in Dalcoum? How convenient. She folded the letter back and kept it in her bag, before watching the dove fly away. That dove is simply elegant, I should get one... Kazil concentrated into a nearby shadow, and a shadow-like dove rose from it, and started to follow her around. Much better.

A month later
Kazil soon arrived at the walls of Dalcoum, and showed the guard the letter to be accepted into the city. She never planned to participate in the meeting, but instead assassinate Jacob before he even arrives. With this mindset, Kazil put on her hood and started walking around the entrance of the meeting's location, waiting for Jacob to arrive.

 

[Roxasarass]

Other than that one comment on how the room looked, Remus had stayed completely silent for the moment. A bored expression was on his face as he looked around the grand room, just quietly observing every single person in the room who was invited for this meeting. Remus laid his chin on the palm of his hand as he did. So far, this meeting certainly doesn't seem to be much exciting as of right now at least. It made him think he was part of a cult with this assortment of strange-looking people that have gathered, rather than a skillful hero of sorts like it said in the letter. But if this is who the people that the Council thinks are fit for this meeting with a vague purpose, he won't judge it.

He wondered what the reason he was even invited into this meeting for anyways, maybe for the reason that he is an excellent swordsman that comes from a somewhat known family of Djinn. He was always skilled in swordsmanship and hard to beat in a spar, as he'd beat all of his siblings who were good at it as well with immense ease before. Maybe for the things he's done during the time after he became a wandering homeless person who slept on trees and around animals and such. Another thing he wondered about was how they managed to find him in that one forest, just sleeping on a branch with a shattered bottle of booze on the ground beneath him. He would always change locations after a day or two after all, searching for nothing but a simple adventure or purpose to live in his carefree and fun life.

Remus sighed with boredom as he continued to ponder and look around the meeting room, adjusting his long and messy hair so it wouldn't block a bit of his vision. Nothing much caught his eye just yet, but he believed that would be changing soon enough once the meeting would actually start. That is, until something, or someone caught his interest. It was a particular girl, one who looked strange like the others, but somehow felt a bit... out of place to him. Unlike the others before, she didn't give much of the same feeling of power and fright like the others did. Instead, it was more of something that's graceful and delicate, to him at least. But it was the council's decision to invite her here, so he shouldn't really judge. But something just kept pestering him, curiosity perhaps that made him want to ask something of her. And then with his usual tone of laziness he spoke and asked, "Hey, you there. Girl with the no shoes, pale-looking skin, ribbon. Excuse me for asking, but where might you be from?"

Dominaiscna

 

[Chachalotte]

The hooded man, head of the main council.
​

All the guards around the room were getting more and more suspicious about this, as they all whispered in each others ears. With the past council, it was a fact that unusual person, wearing outfit that were surprising, came from the invitation. But this time, peoples looking like dangerous criminals were sitting freely on the council table. The guards couldn't act without any order, unfortunately.

As the waiting was getting ponderous for everyone, the metallic door of the council opened, revealing a man in a brown cloak, wearing a black mask. All the guards stopped talking, and took back their usual position.
The hooded man didn't moved for a little while, staring at each person around the table.
"...."
He started walking in the direction of the table, each of his footstep echoing trought the whole room. His maneer of walking proved that he is a luxual person. Once he was in the front of the table, he bow down in three different directions, greetings everyone, before finally sitting on his dedicated place, in the top of the table.
"Thank you, everyone, for responding at our invitation. I'm the head council, I'm glad that some of you came without a weapon" He glanced over Larke, Dinnah, Drevis, Severa, Vahlen, Tamakui and Yukito. "But i won't blame the one who bring them." He glanced, again, over Faust, Remus and Miyoshi. "In a moment, we will tell you more about this meeting, once Ravus will come. I'm sorry to announce that Luciana won't come this time, because of the danger of Palatrak. This sea monster is slowly moving on the frontier of Abysia, which require the assistance of their leader to maintain the threat away." He was going to say more, until the metallic door open once more, maybe for the last time....

Tags : LostHaven Roxasarass DergTheDergon Damafaud The Fluffiest Floof Nothingness Black Jade Dominaiscna

Ravus Eldclaw
​

Ravus looked upon Shinori while she talked, listening to each of her words. His face hiden it, but his heart feel warmer now, thanks to Shinori. She could always recomfort him in the worst moment. "Thank you a lot for those words, both kind and right. And like you said, we should move now before we do a bad impression."
They both start riding in the direction of Dalcoum, carrying the weight of the future in their own body.

Tags : The Fluffiest Floof

~ Timeskip ~

Ravus, wearing his silver armor, opened up the door of the council. Everyone stared at him, apart from Jett who simply smirked, and Calithilon who closed his eyes. His entranced will propably stunned the people around the table for a moment. He walked in the direction of the table, reserving a place for Shinori, bowing at everyone, before finally sitting.

The head of the main council broke the deep silence in the council room. "Now that everyone is here, i will explain the purpose of this council that take place each 10 years. We all know that the terror from Naskailor is becoming much more important then before, and, what we call the night, is taking a huge commensuration.
This main council reunite all the leaders, along all the greatests person in Altrya, to talk about all the recent events, and created new solutions to solved the problems. If you are here, that maybe because you proved yourself with your large popularity, your skills in a combat, who know. But all that matter, now, is that you are here. This time... The debate will mostly focus on Xavyr, and the spreading of Naskailor. Everyone of you, take this chance, talking freely and openly your opinion with a Leader is a gift. Once the debate will be over, we hope some of you will join the raid were are preparing against Palatrak, and also, exploring Naskailor. I'm now going to mute myself for this debate, until i will explain deeper about the raid at the end.

Jett Balkras
​

Jett did sensed someone behind him, and it was Miyoshi. He talked to her, without carrying about the head council. "See that guy, the head council? Nobody know his real name nor his face. Everyone name him The Hooded man." He chuckled, before whispering at Miyoshi. "Trust me... This council probably won't be friendly like the others one."
All the Leaders were silent, hoping that someone will break this silence. Maybe someone will ask first about Ravus how did Xavyr became corrupt after all, because this unanswer question is picking the curiosity of a lot of people.

 

[Damafaud]

Drevis Senade

"Ahem, if I may..." Everyone diverted their attention to Drevis, who was a young man in appearance as it is. He wished he had chosen differently now, but there was no stepping back.

"I would like to divert everyone attention to this. " He produced a small stone tablet from his pocket. Ancient, beautifully carved rune were displayed on one side. A piece of paper was stuck behind of it. "It is a relic I have found on one of my expedition to Hell. " Drevis took the piece of paper and touched it with a small pen. The words on it grew, until it levitate above the paper as if written in the air. It was clear enough to be read by everyone.

"My research has showed that it was once used by devils to stop murder during debate by giving absolute control to the moderator. Of course, being devil, they figured they could just bribe the moderator. " Drevis chuckled at his own statement. He quickly stopped himself and continue.

" Simply stated, writing the name of our head council on the top of this tablet and the members of this debate below it will give him full control upon our action as long as this debate last. "

Drevis slide the tablet toward the Hooded Man. He took his seat. Of course, that was nearly the truth. He made the tablet seconds before waving it out.

Chachalotte

 

[LostHaven]

Kaine looked up at the hooded man, talking bullshit about 'thankful for not bringing weapons' and 'it's OK if you did bring one.'
"Fools."
He whispered to himself, and glanced over at the man that was Ravus. He didn't look quite right, but Kaine couldn't quite pinpoint what.
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Faust glanced over to the demon next to him. He appeared to be trying to get the hooded man to sign something.
"A contract, eh?"
He whispered to Drevis.
"You could try signing one with Ravus."
He suggested. The more he viewed this creature, the more interested he became with it. Would he be able to use its body to create undead? How much energy does its soul provide? Did it even have a soul?
"Honestly though, you should really explain the price as well."
Faust had to admit though. Only stating the advatages IS an effective way of ripping off particular dumb people.
Damafaud

 

[Damafaud]

Drevis flinched as the Elder Lich whispered to him. He was trouble in brewing. Oh, how he wished he never talk with the foul creature. " Ah yes, the catch of the tablet. For us, as the member of this council, we will be under his mercy for as long as he hasn't left this council. For the moderator... " Drevis shrugged. The Elder Lich may have knowledge about contract, but no one could beat him, Drevis the Contract Devil, in matter of agreement.

" This is one of the rarest tablet ever made by devils. It offers power for a party while giving none for the other party. A simple name written on the tablet will be all the moderator need to do. Of course, both party, the council and moderator, in this case, must verbally acknowledge the tablet, but that is no problem, is it not? " Drevis meant good for once. Bloodshed at the council would be the last thing he need.

Chachalotte

 

[DergTheDergon]

Severa Leone​

Severa furrowed her brow at the woman's reply, not exactly sure what she meant by 'an enemy who never shows their fangs," but getting the gist of it. "That's a fair point, beautiful," Severa admitted. She scratched the back of her head bashfully at the woman's next quip. before recomposing herself. "Yes, perhaps later..." It was only moments later that her attention, and that of all else, was brought to the hooded man. He listened to her speech impassively, smirking a little when she commended her for not bringing a weapon. 'That doesn't really count, in my case,' she thought. Severa watched curiously as a man stood up, a man just about as eerily beautiful as Lady Rowena. His speech intrigued her further, then her eyes widened and she looked to Lady Rowena with a surprised look. Was she a devil as well, like Drevis seemed to be? Severa glowered at the man - or whatever he was- who interrupted the very handsome man's speech, sighing. This would get quite heated, wouldn't it? Especially now that the fabled Ravus was here, whom Severa was very surprised had come. Not feeling the need to provide any input, she simply sat there and listened to the Devil give his case.
Damafaud

Vahlen Dyis
Observing everyone who walked in, Vahlen remained quiet, still observing the suspicious woman sitting near Severa with his senses. Vahlen respectfully met the eyes of everyone who passed and nodded at each in acknowledgment, radiating a calmness that most would think impossible ion this tense situation. Sitting silently for now, he watched the events unfold attentively, waiting curiously to see what the council would do about this mysterious devil and his tablet. Vahlen would wait until things seemed to get particularly heated to try and intervene.
(Sorry for the wait on this one, and that it's rather uninspired I feel, and short compared to my previous posts. I'm just honestly not sure what to do here, I think as more things happen my posts will get better and have less delay :3)
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