Fantasy Ostyae: The Six Kingdoms Of Sin

[Xylona]

Allow me to tell you about six mystical kingdoms. Much like the biblical ‘seven deadly sins’, each of said kingdoms is ruled under a quality that would be considered sinful. Personified, if you will. These are Pride, Promiscuity, Anger, Greed, Envy and Languor. Each of these is represented by a color, which they are commonly referred to. (i.e. Pride is the Blue Kingdom, Anger is the Red Kingdom, etc.)These kingdoms make up a land called Ostyae, a large mass of land in a Realm that is unidentified.


Many different races reside in Ostyae. We have Wizards and Wizardess’ of the Blue Kingdom, Incubus and Succubus of the Pink Kingdom, Demons of the Red Kingdom, High Elves of the Green Kingdom, Vampires of the Purple Kingdom, and last but not least- Humans of the Yellow Kingdom. Each Kingdom (or Queendom) has one ruler, among many subjects.


To put it simply, not all of these rulers are fond of each other. But that’s to be expected, right? Small feats of warfare, minor accusations and disagreements between kingdoms. But what will happen when lines are crossed, and boundaries are overstepped? When a human researcher is assassinated while looking into what was thought to be a mythical object, tensions grow high and revenge is sought out. But, what did this human discover before he was killed? Could an ancient object- one that was thought to be destroyed long ago- resurface? Better yet- what would happen if this object fell into the wrong hands? With all six kingdoms now on the hunt, many secrets are to be revealed. Real war has fallen among the races, with timing that is less than impeccable. With crops mysteriously dying, and water becoming stagnant and undrinkable, parts of Ostyae are falling into starvation and sickness. What role will you play in this problematic world? Will you give to those around you, or like much of this corrupt world, will you take?
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[Church418]

It was a standard day on the Continent of Bakkar. To the Southeast, near the grounds of the Eternal Smog, an earthquake shook the hills. To the North, the Savage Hand took shelter from a raging firestorm, moving out into the ocean. Far to the West, Demon's of the Twin Giant were battling a Kahoonta Elder, in preparation for a seasonal feast. In the center of all this, was the Imperial Capital. A developed, expansive, and highly populated city with taverns, gym's, brothels, fighting pits, blacksmith's, and restaurants. The city sat below a black castle, built from top to bottom with onyx brick. Surrounding the castle was a massive wall with a controlled entry and exit point, guarded by the emperor's hand-picked guard. Indeed, the castle and it's surrounding courtyard's were almost a city in and of itself, but reserved only for those in the emperor's favor.


Apart from the castle, a large depression scarred the earth. Historian's have claimed that long ago, a meteor struck this continent in that exact spot, damning the environment (or lack thereof) for the rest of eternity. The depression, however, is not known for the theories regarding it's origin. No. Now it was the site of the world's most entertaining and promising coliseum. Warriors of all races all over the world came to challenge themselves in the Cimedach Arena where promises of great fortune lie in wait, for the strongest to claim. But most of the time, acceptance into the coliseum was a death sentence, as Emperor Mordahl only awarded fortune to one strongest competitor.


Today, however, the coliseum was occupied only by the Emperor's staff. The Emperor himself stood in the arena, a menacing sight for those who don't frequent the company of Demon's. His giant mace/scythe in hand and his pitch black onyx armor over his body, he stood tall and wide, ready for combat. "When you are ready, my Lord!" a Demon yelled out, a dark tome in his hand.


Emperor Mordahl grinned as he closed his eyes and began to recite a dark summoning ritual he had been memorizing for weeks. "Rex Autem Dedit!" Mordahl bellowed. At that, the summoning circle pulsed to life. The darkness seemed to shine on the ground as it waited in anticipation for the next phrase.


"Well done, Emperor!" the Demon in the stands called out. His name was Duurenthaal, a master summoner who offered his knowledge of the craft to Mordahl when he became Emperor. At the notion of being able to summon more strength, Mordahl happily agreed to train.


"Regene Saba Omnia!" Mordahl continued. A sickly green aura rose from the ground encompassing the diameter of the circle and coming together at the top in a dome-like fashion.


"Good! Good!" Duurenthall encouraged. "Now for the Demon itself, remember your tones!"


Mordahl cleared his throat and shut his eyes, going over the incantation once more in his head. "Exceptis his Qua Ultro Obtulerat ei..." Mordahl paused to ensure he enunciated the next word properly "....Munerei Regia!" he concluded with a rise in tone. Suddenly, the circle began to spin and a yawning black portal opened in the earth. Mordahl glanced up at the stands to see Duurenthaal cheering him on in approval. A large smile played out over Mordahl's face as he slammed the butt of his weapon into the ground, an action he did frequently to gain the attention of his subordinates, get order in his court, or decree his own victory. "Ha!" Mordahl muttered to himself. "It takes most summoners nearly a century to summon a Fel-Reaver, and I have done it in less than a decade." Mordahl stood tall and proud as the Fel-Reaver rose from the ground. It's head was the size of a mountain boulder, two horns protruding from it's head as thick as Mordahl's body. It stood over 16 feet tall with incomparable sized arms and thighs. Eyes glowed a sickly green color, with saliva to match, dripping off it's multiple rows of razor sharp teeth.


The Fel-Reaver now stood in the arena. The gaping portal dissipated, the green aura fell away and the circle turned to ash on the ground, as if it had been put to the flame. The Fel-Reaver turned and glared down at Mordahl who slammed the butt of his weapon once more upon the ground. "Kneel before me, Demon, for I am now your master." The Fel-Reaver's demeanor changed from menacing to threatening as it began emitting a deep, bellowing growl. Mordahl took a step toward the Fel-Reaver and repeated himself, louder this time. "Are you deaf, brute? I said kneel!"


It was at that moment that Mordahl saw Duurenthaal waving frantically towards him. He was mumbling something, but Mordahl couldn't make out his words. Mordahl cupped his hand around his ear, motioning toward Duurenthaal that he could not hear him. Duurenthaal sprinted to get a better angle in the coliseum to call out to him. When he did, Mordahl heard him clearly. "Bind him, My Lord! You must Bind him!"


Mordahl's head snapped back to the Reaver. "Oh son of a...." the coliseum shook as the Reaver emitted an earth shattering roar, charging forward toward Mordahl. With inches to spare, Mordahl dove out of the way sending the Reaver tumbling forward from his own momentum. "Uh..." Mordahl muttered as he tried to remember the incantation for binding. Nothing. His mind drew a blank.


"Bind him, Bind him!" Duurenthaal repeated frantically.


"I heard you! You aging, Brain-addled fool!" Mordahl angrily replied. The Reaver recovered from his momentum and charged for Mordahl again, this time swiping it's massive arms and claws left and right, intent on shredding it's foe to pieces. Mordahl ran towards the Demon and performed a slide underneath it's legs. When he was directly underneath, Mordahl used the mace side of his weapon to hit the Demon directly in it's groin. The Reaver howled in pain and collapsed onto it's knees.


Mordahl ran to get some distance from the Reaver. "Throw me the damn book!" Mordahl ordered. "I can't remember the spell!" Duurenthaal complied and frisbee'd the book to Mordahl, who caught it and immediately began flipping through it's pages. "Bind, Bind, Bind." Mordahl whispered to himself, trying to find the title.


The Reaver stood back onto it's massive feet and turned toward Mordahl. It's eyes no longer a sickly green, but a fiery red. "I think it's pissed now." Mordhal said to himself. He refocused himself and quickly returned to searching through the tome as the coliseum shook once again from an incredible loud roar. "Aha!" Mordahl cried out, as he found the title. Mordahl looked up to see the Reaver stampeding towards him once again, this time at an angle so Mordahl couldn't dive out of the way. "Erat Autem Pondus Auri!" Mordahl chanted aloud.


Suddenly a thick black fabric was grafted over the Fel-Reaver's eyes, covering his sight. "What the..." Mordahl said, confused as he looked back at the book. The Reaver thrashed wildly about the Coliseum, unable to locate Mordahl.


"No! No!" Duurnthaal cried out. "Not Blind! BIND!" he corrected. "BIND!" he repeated. "It's the page before it!"


Mordahl flipped back to the previous page, then back at the current one, then back at the previous. "It's the same damn words!" Mordahl roared back, frustration beginning to consume him.


Duurenthaal shook his head violently. "No, my Lord! It's a difference in tones!" Duurenthaal pointed a finger up to the sky to clarify. "It's a rise in tone for the binding spell!"


Mordahl slammed the book and pointed at Duurenthaal angrily. "What kind of bullshit is that!?" Mordahl demanded. The Reaver charged and smashed his body into the coliseum wall, shaking the foundation and sending a Lesser Demon falling from the upper stands, onto the steps below. The other Lesser Demon's laughed at their comrades misfortune.


"Emperor, my Lord, I don't think this is the time.."


"No!" Mordahl replied stamping the butt of his mace on the ground. "We are going to have this talk now! Every time I do one of these summonings with you, I learn of: rise in tones this and puffs of air that, AFTER I complete a ritual. Now explain to me, why?" Mordahl said crossing his arms.


Duurnthaal glanced over at the Fel-Reaver, who was still blinded, now beginning to climb up the walls into the stands. Duurenthaal frantically thought of a way to satisfy his emperor's request, so they could deal with the very real threat they faced now. "My Lord, I've brought up the subject of tones in multiple lessons...."


"Are you accusing me..." Mordahl interrupted, pointing his staff toward Duurenthaal in anger. "...of failing to retain information!?" In his peripheral vision, Mordahl saw The Lesser Demons on the stands draw their weapons and jump down to the lower level, preparing to engage the Fel-Reaver. "Leave him be!" Mordahl roared, his order echoing throughout the coliseum. "Do not engage the Reaver until I give the order!" The Lesser Demons looked back and forth at each other in confusion, then slowly let their weapons fall to their sides.


"Now." Mordahl said, glaring back at Duurenthaal. "You were saying?"


Duurenthaal looked at his Emperor, pleading with his eyes. "No! No, my Lord! I would never accuse you of such a thing!."


The Fel-Reaver made it onto the stands and began thrashing about, onyx masonry coming apart, stands being destroyed, and company of Lesser Demon's nearby, who were ordered to simply watch it happen.


Duurenthaal decided to fully submit so they could deal with the threat. "My Lord, I will double my efforts to ensure you never perform a ritual...." Duurenthaal had to swallow his pride. "...with poor information, ever again. My deepest apologies." Duurenthaal took a knee and bowed.


Mordahl nodded, satisfied with this response. "See that you don't fail me again. Now.." Mordahl continued, shifting his focus back toward the Fel-Reaver. "Warriors!" Mordahl roared to the Lesser Demon's, watching the Fel-Reaver in front of them obliterating the stands. "Form up, and press the Reaver back into the coliseum!" Mordahl drew his scythe/mace, and made his way to the corner of the coliseum that the Reaver climbed up.


The Lesser Demon's quickly obeyed, formed a line, and slowly advanced forward towards the Fel-Reaver. Upon contact with the Lesser Demon's the Fel-Reaver thrashed violently, sending four or five Lesser Demons into the sky with each swing. Eventually, though, the number of the Lesser Demon's outmatched the Reaver and they successfully pushed him back into the coliseum, to which Mordahl stood waiting.


"I'm here you brute!" Mordahl taunted, bringing his weapon to bear. "Come! And meet your demise!"


Still blinded, but able to hear, the Fel-Reaver charged forward towards the sound of Mordahl's voice. With less than a second to spare, Mordahl spinned left, just missing the Reaver's body, and performed a brutal swing with his mace that made contact with the Reaver's spine, making a brutal "snapping" sound that echoed across the coliseum. The Fel-Reaver howled in agony and collapsed onto the arena floor, yelping pitifully as it could no longer move it's body. Mordahl brought his mace over his head and down onto the Reaver's head, splattering blood and gore across the Coliseum wall.


Mordahl motioned towards the Lesser Demon's. "Clean this up! And repair my coliseum for the end of season tournament next week." he ordered. The Lesser Demon's saluted and immediately began their task.


Mordahl climbed the steps up to the upper stands, sat next to Duurenthaal, and laid back to rest.


"Speed is the key to being a successful summoner." Duurenthaal said, breaking the silence. "Soon, you will have a squad of Fel-Reavers at your command."


Mordahl chuckled and inhaled deeply. "From now on.." Mordahl stated, matter-of-factly, "..any time you impart to me your superior knowledge on a subject, you are to tell me two things that make me superior to you."


Buurenthaal grinned and bowed where he sat, "Of course My Lord."

 

[ButtercupofPPG]

There would a truly odd sight among the demons of the coliseum that day. A human or what appeared to be a human had made the long and treacherous journey to what he considered to be an absolute hell hole but this place had a book he was seeking and he needed it. He had been here before but as he leaned forwards and bought his right hand to his chin he tried to remember if this place was always desolate but he did enjoy the excitement.


The man stood at a mere 6'1, which was pretty short compared to the demons that were around him. He had dark and dull red hair but he held the eyes of a predator. His yellow eyes, which were rare in the human world shifted a little bit towards the beast that was rampaging. He didn't make a move as debris fell all around him from the monster thrashing about. "Oh my, this place is always full of such excitement" Damian had gotten into one fight with a lesser demon already but the foe proved to be no match and he had dispatched it quickly so the other demons gave him a bit more respect and he was relieved to not have anymore trouble.


He leaned forwards a bit as he watched the leader of this country command his troops to do nothing as the creature thrashed about. His eyes seemed to grow a bit darker but he was simply analyzing the demons movements for future reference if he ever came to have to assassinate him but he frowned at the thought since he seemed to be pretty strong. He could also summon creatures and he had concluded this guy would be on his "high" price list because he would be such a pain in the ass to fight. "My my, I hope to never cross paths with him -- his weapon is bigger than me and probably weighs more" He spoke in a tone of amusement but decided he needed to go and meet this demon that commanded such respect. Damian never knew how to approach these royalty and leader types so he just treated them like normal people. A sigh escaped his lips as he stood up and he slipped his right hand in his pocket and his left hand was just placed at his side and he knew the guards wouldn't let him near him so he would have to improvise.


He walked over to two of the guards and he patted them on the back but when he did this, he connected his shadow to theirs and a grin crossed his face. He took control of their movements and even their speech and the two guards would lead him towards their leader, Mordahl. Damian always had this scheming tone to his voice that was borderline sarcastic all the time but he had learned to live with it and just accept it. "That was quite the display of hmmm what's the word I am looking for brute force on that kill Emperor Mordahl" Anyone with a heightened sense of battle could tell that there was something wrong with the two guards that had escorted him and the grin Damian didn't really help his case to hide it much. "I've traveled a pretty far distance to ask you a question if you don't decide to kill me here and now" He released the guards from his grip and raised his hands when their weapons were pointed to him but he was gambling on the fact he made his guards look weak in front of their emperor that he would allow him to live and have a conversation. "It would be a real drag for me to die here today..so I am hoping you at least hear me out but if you decide to kill me.....that's also fine" A shrug escaped from his shoulders and he was an odd man to be so nonchalant with a powerful figure and to talk about death so easily when he was literally surrounded by an army within this city and coliseum.

 

[Xylona]

For the first time in what must have been two-hundred years, the sun shone evenly upon the entire kingdom of Sinifact. Even in the north, towards Elren, pale sunlight shone prominently throughout the nation. There was always rain somewhere in Sinifact, sometimes for weeks on end. Many cities had become accustomed to constant rain, adapting to the environment with sturdy structures and deep trenches to prevent flooding. The elves didn't seem to mind it too much, besides the side effect of frizzy hair when getting wet. If the race loved anything, it was their hair. Vanity was a very important value to them, after all. Many thought it to be shallow, but it was no secret that one felt better when they looked better. The folk just use such a fact to their advantage. They weren't excessively worried about hair though on this day, because not a single drop of rain was to be found. Only pure, warm sunlight that had the elves leaving their coats inside for once. It brought a feeling of happiness into the very air they breathed.


The same feeling of happiness wasn't quite present in the throne room of Queen Kaenirin, though the very same sunlight dimly illuminated the room through emerald green curtains that shined the same color onto the face of the subject kneeling on the floor before her. Perhaps part of his green pigment was a result of disease, but the blonde elf didn't really seem to care. As long as he didn't spread it around, that is. He was a traveler after all, maybe he caught something while he was away. A self conscious hand still found its way to the woman's mouth. Should she even be breathing the same air as this pleb?


"This isn't right! YOU aren't right! You're greedy, and manipulative! I only stay here for two months of the year! Why should I have to pay damned taxes when I'm away?! One day, this will all come back to you. It'll kill you! Kill, I said!" Came the ravenous rant of the same unhappy man. Could you tell he was unhappy? What gave it away?


The man was Gadriel, a traveling human merchant with the mouth of a lesser demon. Apparently he hadn't been particularly lucky with sales in his recent travels, because he hadn't payed his taxes to her in the year that he was away. That was forty-eight unpaid weeks. In Sinifact, inability to pay taxes was punishable by death after twelve weeks. A third of the time that it had been for Gadriel. That was why the annoying twat was now dripping blood onto the emerald radstone that covered the floor of the throne room. It had been imported from the blue kingdom, many years ago.


"I don't have to be right, and until someone makes me- I'll continue to do things my way. It's a shame, actually. Even if someone could make me 'right'... You won't be alive to witness it." Came her sly remark, flowing from gentle pink lips like sarcastic waves that swept her guards into action. They had been here before, and it was quite apparent as a screaming Gadriel was carried away by handsome blank faces. His curses echoed in Kaenirin's pointed ears, but she took comfort in knowing that she would never have to hear the man's voice again. It was only a matter of time before he was beheaded, burned, and used as fertilizer that would enhance the growth of food for her people. At least he'd pay off his debt somehow.


Once the screaming faded into the distance, silence engulfed the room. Nobody spoke until she spoke, which was how she liked it. That enjoyable silence was soon broken though, by none other that Entler. Entler was her adviser, so to speak. He had worked for her parents for many years, and was put under her power when the throne was passed to her years ago. He was a very polite man, but he had a habit of saying things that Kaenirin found to be... out of line. Her parents cherished him though, which was why she hadn't punished him as of yet.


"Your Majesty, will you ever have a man?" Came the question that interrupted her very thought process.


A small smirk crossed the Queen's sharp features as she gazed at the elderly man with playful green eyes. "What do you mean? I'm surrounded by men." She said, gesturing to the guards and servants that stood ready for her orders.


"A husband, madame. Will you ever take a husband?" Entler's expression was nothing short of exasperated.


"Now, Entler, I do appreciate it. But don't you think that the age gap between us is a little too large? I mean, trying to produce an heir would be like trying to make a crippled man stand, if you know what I mean-"


"Not me! Not me. There are many suitable young men for you to choose from. Wouldn't you feel more complete with a man ruling by your side?" He asked angrily, cutting off her joke about erectile dysfunction.


Loud, musical laughter erupted throughout the entire throne room at that point. "A man ruling by my side? Men don't rule that way. They do what they want and take what they want. If I married, the only thing I'd receive is poor sex and poor judgement. I don't need anyone else ruling my kingdom. I've done just fine on my own for these past years, and I'll continue that way." Kaenirin said amidst her laughter, leaning back in her throne with apprehension.


Entler was silent at that point, for he knew nothing he said would convince the queen otherwise. He'd brought the subject up many times before, and received the same answer. Some simply thought that a kingdom must truly be ruled by a king. Until the Queen found reason to marry, Sinifact would continue to be a queendom.


"Now, have you sent out invitations for the assembly? It appears we're being forced to host this year."


"Yes, milady. Each nation was sent a formal invitation."


"You used my exact words, right?"


"...Of course, my Queen."

You have been invited~





Queen Kaenirin of Sinifact would like to formally invite you to none other than the National Conference. Held every hundred years, we hope you are able to make an appearance. Sinifact will be hosting the event in it's capital, Sanctum City. You are asked to bring a maximum of fifteen people. We don't need an excessive amount of fools running throughout our beautiful city. Lodging will be provided, as long as you're able to pay for it. I hope you all take advantage of the chance to see what a kingdom looks like when you have money. You might be astonished.





Sincerely, Empress Kaenirin Sylvis

 

[Spacing Out]

Victoria peered out the window dreamily, tapping on the table as her head rested on her free hand. The day was warm and sunny while the atmosphere seemed vivid. She slowly got lost in it, waiting to be any place but there."My majesty... You're highness do you know the answer?" Her tutor asked, eager for her response. Victoria looked back at him with a neutral look on her face that slowly transformed into a grin. "Socrates states that 'A system of morality which is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception which has nothing sound in it and nothing true.'" Though she was drifting off into her own fantasy world, she was still attached to the real one. Able to hear his countless questions and able to give back accurate answers.





"Correct, now I think we should transition from philosophy to current politics in the known world." He announced with excitement in his voice while she let out a soft groan in boredom. Unlike most of the countries,The blue kingdom cherished education and all that came with it. Technology, science, philosophy, etc. Which meant hours of learning in a study room, with no entertainment whatsoever unless Victoria recited some humorous jokes she remembered when the time was appropriate.


Understand that Victoria has a very strong interest in learning, the problem was she already had knowledge of it. She could recite most of the scrolls and books in the library words from words without fail (except the ones that recently arrived since she haven't had much time like she use to. ) Especially the spell books her father suggested her father suggested before his passing, She was able to solve any mathematic equation thrown at her effortlessly.So why was she there?


"Mr. Dubois, though I enjoy the curriculum at hand, I would rather work on my own current political matters. My citizens are probably awaiting for me to tend to them." She said getting up from her seat, ready to walk out. until she was stopped by her teacher with a clearing of his throat. If an ordinary person done that to her she would've ripped their throats out but since this once the man who tutored her since she was young she let it slid. " Well your highness, you should know that the people know you are busy with your studies... Though you may be queen of this flourishing kingdom. you are still 15, Therefore you must attend to your studies as well as your kingdom." He preached satisfied with his acquisition. before he could proceed to the subject. she interrupted him once more.


"But I've answered your questions accurately for the past 3 hours, its obvious that I already know about it." Her smirk started to revive as she leaned her body closer to the table. she had a perfect way to get out of this situation. " Let's make a deal. you give me a hard question about politics and world affair. if I get right, I am free to go. if I don't, i'll spend 2 more hours learning since I may not know how much a claim to...How does that sound?" Mr. Dubois eventually let out a grin after a couple of seconds of thinking.





"What is the most problematic reason of the affects of the known countries?" Victoria adjusted herself then began to thin as she did, Dubois' grin grew bigger assuming that he had won. " The meteor? no that's too vague? the relationship of the countries? No he wants something, something unexpected." Soon enough It came to her. she stood up straight and looking him straight through his eyes with hers. she said announced. "Desire. Every country has a lack of satisfaction for what they have and that causes the conficts. The greed in the green kingdom, the red kingdom desire to expand.That's the real world problem... Am I correct?" Her Tutor grin soon faded and turned into a sigh. "Meet here Same time tomorrow." She skipped out of the room saying. "I don't think so." As soon as she walked out of the room, She called forth her advisor. "Do you have anything to report to me?"





"Of course your highness. Trade is still profitable, The crime rates are starting to decline due to your new enforcement strategy, and also the invitation has arrived. but aren't you suppose to be in your studies?"





Her eyes sparkles when she heard about the invite. She took it with a spin, starting to read as a astonish smile appeared on her slender face, ignoring his question. "We are going to have to prepare, we need to top what we did last year. I will not be seen for my first meeting like everyone else." Her advisor following her down the hall. "But we are only allowed 15 people." Victoria spun around to look at him . "Don't worry I have this under control... Now call my sword mentor, I feel like my fighting is getting kind of rusty."
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[Semblance]

A rooster's shrill morning call pierced the thin silence of the air in the Kingdom of Aizen. A thin, young Succubus slowly opened the door to her bedroom, careful not to make a sound. Avalon stealthily slipped out of her room and headed down the empty hallway towards the stairs, staying close to the walls. She knew that her parents, King Eros and Queen Venus, would be awake soon and summon her to her new royal responsibilities, so she hoped to escape the extravagant castle before one of the servants was sent to find her. Ever since her eldest brother, the once Heir to the Throne, had passed away, her parents had begun allocating much of the royal duties to her and her second oldest brother. She, however, had spent most of her adolescence doing whatever she pleased, so these sudden restrictions were a difficult adjustment. She silently made her way down the stone steps of the tower until she reached the wooden door at the bottom. The bright sunlight peeked into the dark tower as she opened the door, turning her light brown hair into a fiery golden color.


However, just as Avalon thought she had successfully snuck out of the castle, she heard the familiar voice of her caretaker in the distance. "Princess!" Lani cried out, rushing towards her from the side of the castle. "Where are you going?" the human female asked suspiciously when she neared. Although the Aizen Kingdom was mainly populated with Succubi and Incubi, there were still a good amount of humans and other species who had taken residence here, especially in the capital city of Elysian Empire, where the Royal Castle was located.


This city was by far the most diverse in the entire kingdom as it was the center of trade and often filled with merchants, travelers, and species from other kingdoms. However, when the sun set and nighttime arrived, the usual merchant shops and marketplaces would close down, turning the city into a whole different place. The taverns and streets of the Elysian Empire, being the capital of a kingdom known for Promiscuity, would become filled with Succubi and Incubi seeking their next victims. Those from other kingdoms who are not accustomed to the lifestyle here will often fall prey to the prevalent seduction exhibited by the Elysian Empire inhabitants. Although usually seduced, the victims of a Succubus or Incubus in the capital city will very rarely be physically harmed or damaged in any permanent way, often running along in their usual daily routines the very next morning as if nothing had happened. However, the same assumptions cannot be extended to Succubi/Incubi in the outer regions of the kingdoms, as they often use their seduction skills for killing purposes. Hence, the King and Queen often hire human servants, maids, chefs, and caretakers to work in their castle. Humans are, after all, one of the easiest to control given their pitiful susceptibility to sexual temptations.


Avalon stifled a sigh as she watched her caretaker quickly make her way towards her. Lani was almost like a second mother to her, as she had been taking care of her since she was a little girl. The Queen was often occupied with politics and royal duties, leaving Lani to tend to most of the motherly tasks. "Just going for a morning walk," she replied smoothly, slapping an innocent smile onto her face.


However, nothing could get past this woman, as she had practically raised Avalon. Lani's eyes narrowed slightly for a split second and paused before answering, clearly not believing what she had said. "Avalon, you know your parents need you to start stepping up to your royal duties," she repeated for the hundredth time, referring to her eldest brother. "The future of the Kingdom is counting on you and Prince Atticus," she said, mentioning her second oldest brother and about to begin her usual lecture when Avalon interrupted her.


"I know, I know. I need to start being more responsible," she sighed, repeating the words she had heard countless times.


Lani smiled kindly at her and opened the wooden door to the tower stairs. "Come now," she motioned with her hands for Avalon to entire first. The Princess obediently entered the doorway and headed up the stairs again.


As she and Lani exited the door at the top of the tower, one of her father's concubines passed by them. "Your Highness, the King and Queen requests your presence in the Throne Room," the tan Succubus informed her respectfully, bowing her head. Although her father's love for her mother was obvious, he was an Incubus after all, and therefore, had a harem of concubines tending to his every whim. Likewise, her mother had a few Incubi she often met with from time to time when the King was busy.


"Thank you. I will meet with them now," Avalon managed to reply, stifling a groan, before dismissing the Succubus.


A little while later, she reached the Throne Room on the other side of the lavish castle. The Incubi guards bowed their heads respectfully when they saw her, opening the grand white doors to the room for her. Avalon gave them a nod of acknowledgement before entering the majestic room where King Eros and Queen Venus were sitting on their respective thrones, awaiting her presence. She was surprised at the formality of this meeting, as her parents rarely summoned her in such an official manner. He saw her second oldest brother, Prince Atticus, also standing in the middle of the room, having been summoned by their parents as well. Avalon took her place next to her brother and gave him a greeting smile, the confused look on his face telling her that he had no idea why they were here either.


"Thank you for coming," her mother said warmly, smiling at her children.


Her father stood up from his throne and looked at the two standing before him. "We received an invitation this morning from Queen Kaenirin of Sinifact to the National Conference. It has been exactly one hundred years since the last Conference, and I feel fortunate enough to attend this one myself. We are given a limit of fifteen attendees, but I can assume the two of you will be present. This will be a great opportunity to experience firsthand the creatures of the other kingdoms and to exercise your diplomatic skills," King Eros paused, looking at them as if daring them to object. His sharp gaze quickly fell on his daughter specifically, as he knew that she would be the more likely one to protest.


However, Atticus spoke up before Avalon could say anything. "Yes, father. Both of us will be present at the Conference," he replied respectfully, shooting a sideways glance at his sister.


The Princess knew that there was no way she would be able to escape this one, as the National Conference had been all the talk since the beginning of the year. But she didn't mind, as the prospect of finally being able to experience other kingdoms and their different lifestyles, cultures, and species excited her. This could be fun. "I feel honored to be given this opportunity," she finally answered, her piercing amber eyes meeting her father's similar ones.


A sigh of relief escaped both her parents' mouths at her words and a bright smile appeared on the King's face. "We depart in three sunrises," he announced, waving his hand at them in dismissal. Avalon bowed her head slightly and exited the Throne Room with her brother. It was time to start packing.

 

[Kenji Jensai]

Vali watched in the stands as his Master battled the reaver, 'Hmm the brat was lucky the beast he summoned was very young' Vali thought to himself. Vali could tell this because of how many horns the creature possessed which was two. Vali laughed casually as he watched his Master become frustrated as it seemed he was unable to bend the reaver to his will. The following events were to be expected as such since Master was a man who thought little and used sheer power to rule the kingdom. Vali began to do something he rarely ever did which was day dream since his occupation as head butler never allowed it he began of his days as a powerful warrior in heaven working for a being only known as God. He dreamt of the golden Gates that served as the entrance for lost souls which he guarded from the likes of the creatures how now serves.


He saw in this period of seemingly endless leisure his mother's face as she passed away before his eyes as she defended him from a lesser demon when he was younger. As this period of leisurely daydreaming was coming to a nice close he caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye was a red headed human male carefully sneaking into the coliseum.The light danced on the males hair giving it a golden appearance which reminded him of a long lost friend but this wasn't the time to discuss such things.


'So this intruder is bold enough that he dares interrupt masters taming session hmm well lets see hoe this plays out'. He summoned his blade deep silver with a flick of his wrist just in case things got violent which he greatly hoped. He also remembered randomly that master had received an invitation from Queen Kaenirin of Sinifact to the National Conference. He thought about using his incredible speed to quickly subdue the human and tell his master about the invitation. He decided this was the best course of action and quickly stood behind the male ,sword at the the man's throat. "My lord you have received an invitation to a certain conference I thought you might think about attending so I decided to come and inform you my self as your personal servant". He waited for the masters rage at being interrupted but it never came.


@Kamuro


@Church418

 

[ButtercupofPPG]

He had seen the man approaching and thought about evading but he really didn't feel like causing a scene and he also didn't feel like getting into an extended conflict with anyone right now. He moved his right hand up casually and he moved the sword away from his throat. His eyes have never left the emperor of the land and this human was quite bold to come into the land of demons and to act so casually towards royalty. He was trying to resist the urge but he could no longer hold it in as a yawn escaped from his lips and his eyes watered a bit. He was running a few scenario's through his head before he decided ultimately it would be better for him to just play the helpless human for now but the prospect of getting into a fight was slowly starting to boil over a mysterious side of him. His eyes closed as he focused on calming down and he opened them slowly and his attention shifted over to the angel that had a sword to him before he spoke casually. "Why does this chick have a sword to my neck? I'm pretty sure I have no intentions of fighting anyone here today?"


He blinked a few times and he leaned forward which placed his neck even closer to the sword that he had just moved away and he was examining the angel closely and he had a confused look on his face. A right tilt of his head was given before he squinted his eyes again until he finally figured it out. He spoke in a tone of mock surprise. "Well, isn't this a sumabitch...you're a gotdamn man. I guess that makes me feel a little bit better if I have to cross swords with you to get you to stop pointing this damn thing at me" He motioned with his eyes towards the sword that was near his neck and hoped he would remove it since he had no intentions of being beheaded today.





@Kenji Jensai

 

[DanishKreddi]

Baldassar Haagen



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Three days ago Baldassar left for Hallow-West Hill to investigate reports of kidnapping. It's not unusual for people to disappear within the Purple Kingdom, most kidnappings are by the vampires even, yet these cases have no vampiric roots. It was an interesting proposition, really. Vampires being kidnapped within their very own regime. Quite unheard off as it's in tradition for vampires to never hunt each-other, so the Royals are afraid it's the deed of other races. It doesn't matter though, he thought to himself as he went trough his new assignment in his mind. He had returned to Varisvaara just an hour ago, having been called back by the Oldest Ones themselves. The messenger knew nothing, just that he was to bring Baldassar to the temple of the 'First Blood'. It was quite the honour, only royalty and Oldest Ones have stepped foot in these temples. That's was a lie, as Baldassar had found out during his studies of ancient books. Before even the oldest families had set their roots, this temple was for everyone. You'd enter with doubt and despair, say yours words to the statues and leave with a clearer mind. Quite interesting -yet silly- Baldassar had decided for himself, not understanding the purpose of talking with statues. Either way, he was truly excited to see the works depicting 'The First Blood', the architecture and sculptures each a described as a masterpiece in the old tome he read. What he found was a vast disappointment.





The statues of massive vampires, horns and wings as if they were part-demon, part-vampire were no where to be seen. The rubies depicting the vampire hunger all cut from the foundation of the building. It was a simple hall with boring pillars spaced out. Yet it wasn't entirely empty. A strong rock-throw away was a table, five shadows dressed in dark sitting behind it. The cowl combined with the completely dark room made it impossible to guess who'm they were, yet there was no mistaking it. They were 'Chosen Ones'. Between Baldassar and the purest vampires alive was a row of Royalty. Four of them with equal distance between each other.


Baldassar went into a deep kneel, eyes focus on his feet. Tradition bid this greeting when you are in the vicinity of the pure. He could hear soft footsteps followed by a gentle whisper. It repeated itself, getting a bit closer, the whispers slightly clearer in Baldassar's ears. It happened again, this time his ears picking up the message. ''An invitation? They are sending me as a diplomat?!?''. His thoughts hadn't settled when the closest Royal had walked over to him, talking in a disgusted tone. ''The Oldest Ones have decided for you to go on a diplomatic mission.'' He took a small breath, sounding sour at delivering this message. ''You will attend the National Conference, representing the Oldest Ones residing in Varisvaara and everyone beneath them.'' The Royal took a hard swallow, as if he wished he could take the words back. Baldassar looked up at the table, at the shadows, feeling their pure eyes on him. ''I will serve.'' He nodded his head as traditions demand, then looked back up at the table at the other end of the hall. There was some movement, the shadows talking among themselves. They then passed the message on to the Royalty furthest away. The shorter man ran to the side of the temple, returning with a chest. He carried it to the next Royalty in the line, who'm carried it to the next. The chest had almost made it down the line in the hall, the Royalty that had addressed Baldassar directly now carrying it towards him.


The chest was put down and opened, two golden skulls inside it. They featured the sharp fangs of a vampire, small rubies engraved as if blood was still flowing from them. They also hard the horns mentioned in the books, the kind that the statues had, shaped after the First Blood. ''Marvelous! The detail is just incredible! This must be from before generation's was named, quite possibly the oldest piec-'' He lost his trail of thought as the tall Royal started talking again. ''You are to give Queen Karnirin this gift. Not your men, but you. The start of a strong alliance. Make sure to be humble, end up on her good side.'' It was like a blow to his guts when he learnt that it was meant as a gift. ''Among the last remaining pieces of a dead culture, and they mean to give it away to some Elf?'' The thought made him angry, nearly mad. Yet there was no questioning it. ''I will serve.'' Baldassar picked up the chest, carrying it in a tight grip. ''To give such value away.. And for what? What favor could they think some gold would give them?'' The thought haunted him all the way home, nervous at the looks he received as he carried the priceless box of gold with him home.

 

[Church418]

Still lying down, Mordahl slowly cocked his head as he observed two Lesser Demon's approaching his position with a tall, thin human in tow. Instinctually, Mordahl knew that something was off. The two demon's walked in lock-step, as if their bodies were operating from the same mind. Upon closer observation Mordahl could see a hint of darkness around the edges of their eyes. They were corrupted or possessed, Mordahl couldn't tell for sure. His suspicions were verified when they opened their mouth's and spoke with the same tongue. The Lesser Demon's slightly buckled at the knees, stumbling about disoriented as the human released his grip on their minds.


Finally, a servant by the name of Vali Pierce appeared behind the intruder, gripped a handful of the human's hair exposing his neck, and putting a silver blade to his throat. Mordahl narrowed his eye's at Vali as a couple seconds of uncomfortable silence passed. What had he been doing? Vali Pierce was one of a slowly dying breed of immortals known as "angels." Ancient tomes spoke of a bloody conflict between two realms; Heaven and Hell, that took place on the world they now live. In this tome, the Demon's of Hell pressed back against the Angels to claim this world for themselves. These ancient tomes, however, were long ago dismissed as myth. No one argues the existence of Angel's and Demon's, but of the two realms in which they supposedly hailed from. Mordahl cared very little of tales of myth and fiction. He received no assistance from an almighty power by the name of "Lucifer" and encountered no resistance from an all-powerful enemy by the name of "God." They were lies, and if either one of those mythical entities wished to prove him wrong....well....they could certainly come and try. Mordahl respected strength, pure and simple. Vali Pierce was strong and had earned his place in the Emperor's court. Vali Pierce said something about an invitation addressed to him, but was promptly interrupted.


"How dare you..." Chancellor Duurenthaal growled, glaring at the human as the Lesser Demon's turned and drew their axe's, recovering from their possession. Chancellor Duurenthaal stood and drew his long sword. "You will be put to the flame, for approaching my Emperor without a summon!"


Mordahl slowly sat up and stood onto his feet, shifting his glare to the human who stood grinning in amusement. "At ease, Chancellor." Mordahl calmly replied, motioning him to lower his weapon. Mordahl returned the human's grin with one of his own. "Indeed." Mordahl replied, eyes still on the human. "This must be quite the question." Mordahl slowly began moving toward the human, the two Lesser Demon's parted to make way. "You've..." Mordahl brought up his fist and extended his index finger. "...entered a restricted area, which was reserved for myself and my staff." Mordahl continued his slow stride toward the human, extending a second finger. "You've used dark magic to manipulate the mind's of my subjects." Mordahl extended a third finger. "You've approached me and spoken, without submitting a formal request." Mordahl stopped and turned to Chancellor Duurenthaal. "Chancellor, is it really that hard to request an audience with me?"


Chancellor Duurenthaal grinned and bore his eyes back upon the human. "No, my Lord. You are quite open and available."


Mordah nodded in agreement. "Yes, I believe I am." Mordhal turned and glared back down upon the human, his armor nearly touching the fabric of his garments at this point. "But fear not human..." Mordahl continued, the grin slowly fading from his face. "We do not execute people in my empire." A moment of uncomfortable silence passed as Mordahl and the Human stared at each other in silence. "We fight!" Mordahl exclaimed, breaking the silence and stamping the butt of his weapon onto the marble floor.


Without hesitation, the two Lesser Demon's at Mordahl's side jumped into action, securing the human on either side and forcefully ushering him down the steps, toward the coliseum floor. Lesser Demon's who were milling about the coliseum stands took notice of the commotion and began making their way to the railings surrounding the inner ring of the arena, anticipating what was about to happen.


Mordahl followed close behind the two Lesser Demon's who were shoving the human forward. "Make no mistake, warriors.." Mordhal began, turning and motioning for Vali and Duurenthaal to follow him. He turned back toward the Lesser Demon's before continuing "..this human has challenged your strength. Both of you easily bent to his will, an embarrassment to yourselves and your species."


The two Lesser Demon's didn't look back at their Emperor. Shame chiseled onto their faces


"But now you shall redeem yourselves...or die." Mordahl concluded as they arrived at the railing at the lower level. "Cast him into the arena!" Mordahl ordered. The two Lesser Demon's, now angry and ready for battle, complied happily, sending the human over the railing. Soon after, they drew their axes and jumped over as well.


Vali Pierce approached Mordhal with a parchment in his hand. "My Lord..." He began.


"I know." Mordahl interrupted, approaching the railing and observing the human and the two Lesser Demon's preparing for battle. "It's for the National Summit, a centennial event." Mordahl took the parchment from the angel's hand and stuffed it into a hidden slot on the inside of his onyx breastplate. Mordahl looked at Vali. "Send word to my Chancellor's. They are to depart their land's immediately and convene in my court, we have a lot to discuss in preparation for this event." Mordahl glanced around the coliseum. The crowd that had convened to watch the Emperor summon the Fel-Reaver had gathered once again to watch the two Demon's rip the human apart. Or so they expected. Excitement, laughter, and chanting echoed throughout the coliseum.


Mordahl slammed the butt of his mace into the ground. "Silence!" he roared, his order echoing throughout the coliseum. All became quite as every eye moved on the Emperor. Mordahl pointed at the human. "Your mind games are strictly forbidden, human!" Mordahl bellowed. "Prove that your body is as strong as your witchcraft, and I will hear your question!" Mordhal sat upon the coliseum throne, overlooking the entire arena. The two Lesser Demon's on the Arena floor knelt before their Emperor, a courtesy that every Arena fighter offered. "Begin!" Mordahl ordered.


The two Lesser Demon's rose and charged toward the human, shouting their personal battle cries.

 

[ButtercupofPPG]

Damian just watched as the emperor approached and his smirk never left his face and he tilted his head at the word fear but decided to let the demon and the Angel believe he was afraid. "Oh pick me up, I don't feel like walking" His voice didn't falter and he still had that amused tone to it and he really debated on if he should just escape now but there were quite a few people he would have to get passed but it was the middle of the day. He sunk his head a little and a troubled sigh was given as the two demons tightened their grip in an attempt to break his arm on the way to the arena. He was not concerned about dying at all here because no one knew what he was capable of and he was quite strong in the middle of the day thanks to his primary ability. "I guess I better not tell the big guy that I was denied a talking with him for the last few days because I am a human..oh..i'll just tell him after I am done killing these two since there is no way around it" He was speaking to himself this entire time and didn't care he was talking so openly about killing the demons that were dragging him to the arena.


He was tossed down towards the stadium and he flipped in mid- air and he landed on his feet gracefully before he moved his hands to his hips and he began to stretch a little. A yawn was given and the crowd seemed to be mocking him and calling him all sorts of names and he just waved to them and gave them a smile. "This place never changes..no matter how many times I come here..it just gets shittier and shittier but there's something about these demons that are funny" He didn't realize the fight had started and his back was to the two approaching demons. His right hand moved up to his chin and his head leaned forwards a little as he was thinking about something. "Oh man, I am sure my friend is dead since he wasn't the strongest and this place is pretty big on the "not-killing" people that actually leads to more people dying and I wonder why an angel is serving a demon" A small shrug was given as he was snapped back to reality by the heavy and slow footsteps of the two approaching lesser demons. "Witchcraft? I am assuming if I use my abilities he is just going to make me fight even more and that is a pain in the ass...maybe I should just let them kill me -- just kidding"





He moved his right hand back and he grabbed the handle of one of his kukri and he inferred by the steps he had a few more seconds to think of a way to kill the two rather quickly. "My friend told me the big guy doesn't like assassination..so I guess I won't use my poison..ugh just kill me now" His head tilted as he heard the first axe was swung horizontally towards his torso. He ducked under it and his right leg slid out a bit before he just leaned backwards until his hands touched the ground. He bent his arms to get more force when he pushed off and he kicked the demon in the gut and forced him back. A dark look entered his eyes and he decided to embarrass the two since the crow was still antagonizing him. He landed on his feet and he just stepped backwards as the other demon swung his axe at him wildly. Anyone with battle experience would be able to see the difference between the human and the two demons. The two demons didn't have a chance but one would also realize that this human was not normal in the least bit. He notice one demon behind him was leaning forwards with his right hand to grab him and the other was swinging his axe down. He shook his head and he half-stepped to the right and moved his kukri up to partially deflect the axe since his weapon was really no good at completely blocking heavy weapons. A small smirk was given as his blade connected with the axe and he twisted his wrist which changed the axe's pathing and cut the other demons arm off. He turned quickly and drove the kukri into his neck and cut across to kill him. He moved to the right and behind the falling demon to avoid the blood spray but to also set up the last kill. He moved to the right and stood right next to the axe. The other demon was in a rage and he ran straight towards him. He simply kicked handle of the axe which caused it to rip up and cut deeply into his leg. The human had a fighting style that seemed like he just made it up as he went along and the truth is, he did. He stepped fowrds and onto the slightly elevated axe that had gotten stuck in his leg. He moved his left hand behind his back and pulled out his remaining weapon. He jumped over and behind the last demon avoiding a desperate slash before he stabbed him in the rib cage area and pierced both his lungs. He pulled his weapons out and he stepped away from the demon and watched as he started to drown in his own blood before he turned and spoke to Chancellor Duurenthaal. "By the way, I have the paperwork proving I tried to talk to him the official way and was turned down three times because I am human..please don't burn me today but maybe next time?"





A sigh was given and he glanced at the blade on his weapons before they started to drain into the handle and he needed the blood to test a new poison anyways. He sheathed both the weapons back behind his back and gave Mordahl a look that hoped he had proved himself but he could do this all day "Do I bow now? I honestly am not used to your customs..this place changed a bit since the last time I was here"

 

[DraeDC]

Rays of yellow light filtered into the cavernous stone room, flooding the pews with warmth. The crisp air outside only had the chance to drift in when enormous wooden doors swung open. Once a week, the hall filled with parishioners whose hands were clasped in piety and whose mouths were slack with gossip. On special occasions, the pews were cleared and the hall was decorated with sparkling lights and jewels that twinkled like the night sky. Tapestries hung on either side of the entrance, each depicting the scenes of worship and revelry, each expertly woven from the paintings that hung within the hall.


"Lady Hollidae?" An old voice broke the silence as a pair of dull brown eyes, surrounded by crows feet and strands of silver locks, peered over the shoulder of a small figure. What the orbs saw made them dance a little brighter before meeting the gaze of a young redhead. "Another work of beauty, Lady Hollidae. Quite lovely."


"It's not bad," the girl replied, head cocking to gaze upon the outstretched canvas before her. "I'm getting tired of the same old scenery, though."


"Then you're in luck. A letter has come from Sinifact."


"Doesn't great-grandfather deal with those?"


The older woman stood silently behind the redhead, the only sound in the room that of brush strokes spreading wet paint onto the canvas. After a moment, the sound halted.


"Oh." Placing the paintbrush onto a small table, the girl turned and smiled kindly. Painting allowed her to escape her responsibilities, something that had grown exponentially over the last few months - after her great grandfather's death. The event had forced her to accept the role of Our Lady of Languor, ruler of the kingdom of humans. Prior to this, she was simply a traveling artist whom few new of. Well, she traveled within her own kingdom under the false belief that it was the only one in existence. The few times she had glimpsed a demon or anything of the sort, she had written it off as poor vision or daydreams. Apparently, her vision had been just fine and she had been raised a tiny bit more sheltered than she had realized. "What's in the letter, Myra?"


The old woman nodded and slowly opened the letter before reading it aloud. As she read, Myra's tone grew more and more annoyed.


"Why-- Who would address a ruler in such a way? This is ridiculo--"


"Finish the letter, please, Myra."


Obviously flustered, the woman obeyed, though not without a huff or two to express her distaste in the contents of the letter. Once the words dropped off, Hollidae Gelb stood, red braid falling off her shoulder to swing across her back. She stood at only five foot five, her body thin and skin looking almost like the petals of a white calla lily. Deep green eyes looked amused as she began to gather her painting supplies.


"Not everyone in the world is as kind and thoughtful as you, Myra. Pay - her? him? - pay them no mind."


Myra reluctantly nodded and placed the later down beside Hollidae's painting supplies before turning and slowly leaving the room. As she cleaned up, the redhead eyed a map on the far wall, one that she used to think was just a drawing. Sanctum City rested in the far south of Sinifact. To get there she would have to travel by boat or venture through Aizen, neither of which she had done before, and while the boat would be easier - and probably quicker - a trip through a new kingdom sounded much more appealing; at least to her.


Maybe I can just go alone. Who would I even bring? Myra? Geoffrey? Father? Her eyes rolled at the thought. They barely want to get out of bed, let alone go on such a long journey.


Walking to one of the nine foot windows, she peered out at the city surrounding the palace. Many faces raced about in a blur, people who would likely never get the chance to travel to an overly extravagant city or be housed in luxury. The world wasn't always fair - or hardly ever, really. But there could be a way to make it just a bit more fair. Turning, the girl picked up the letter, scanning over it quickly.





"Lodging will be provided, as long as you're able to pay for it."


Maybe they can't, but I sure can. And it doesn't say who can come, now does it? That'll give their snooty highness something to fuss about.





Hollidae smirked to herself before leaving the cathedral-like hall. What a wonderful idea.

 

[kurol]

AGATHA SALLOW

Agatha opened her eyes, rubbing them as she let out a yawn. "What a lovely nap... How long...? A day?" she yawned to herself as she dragged herself up from where she had been sleeping. It was just a dusty little nook of some abandoned place. Now, where was she..? Oh, the red kingdom, yes. Running errands. Being away from Languor Kingdom was a tiring business. She didn't want to do all this work, when she could sleep... But she had something important to do, no? Agatha stood up and started to go outside.


She counted the bottles lining the inside of her jacket. There we go, seventy one...! Some were usual, some she had created. They were all full of poison. All different colors, densities. They were all Agatha's little 'gifts' to the world. Everyone can sleep.. She started to walk outside of her abandoned house-camp. This was the red kingdom, the nation of fire and wrath and anger. She was here to see someone.





Where might he be...? Luck seemed to be on Agatha's side today. She walked for about a good half an hour, before coming across the arena. Strange, she didn't even know most of the whereabouts in this kingdom. She heard that someone was battling demons in there. Agatha snuck in, having no money to buy tickets - even if it meant putting the guards outside to sleep with poison. She thought that Damian would probably be watching. To her surprise, he was fighting demons himself. Strange... though somewhat not surprising. Instead, Agatha started to try to get in so she could deliver the poisons quickly and leave. "Damian! I have brought gifts," she called out.

 

[ButtercupofPPG]

As he waited for the emperor to respond he could have sworn he heard a tiny little voice calling out to him. It was a stark contrast to the rowdy crowd that was cheering for him and jeering him. He just glanced around and his eyes shifted around the environment until his eyes met an old friend of his. A small smile was given and he raised up his right hand and he waved over to her to give her some acknowledgement. An eyebrow was raised and his thoughts instantly went to what she was doing here, how she got here, how many people did she give"gifts" to on her way here, and did she really travel all this way to just to give him a gift."


A small laugh was given to her and he just held up his finger to her but he truly was happy to see a friend since he was surrounded by people that probably wanted to kill him since he just embarrassed two of the guards and was rather "rude" to the emperor but he truly didn't mean to. He yelled a little at her just in case she could not hear him talking since the crowd was getting a bit louder. "Hey Aga!! I will talk to you if these guys decide not to kill me. I am here looking for a book but I do not know if they will give it to me..so could you wait there and try not to give your gifts out to anyone?"


He turned his attention before he blinked a few times and he made his attention back to Mordahl and the other people who had addressed him before he finished off the two lower demons. He moved his arms to his sides and his attention shifted to the angel then back to Mordahl and he just waited for what would happen next.

 

[kurol]

AGATHA SALLOW

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Agatha kept her expressionless stare as she nodded. "It seems he is in a bit of a... tangle," she said to herself, with some sort of twisted amusement. In some way she disliked how he addressed her so friendly and casually, despite being a long known friend. Friend? More 'someone she shares gifts with'. It was just, perhaps, the way he acted. And she should know that. And due to this personality, it seems he had gotten himself into some trouble with the emperor here. Agatha sat down amongst the crowd, who stared at her with both annoyance and fear.


She couldn't say she was fully awake. How tiring all this was! Not to mention the travel from the Kingdom of Languor to this place. The demons she'd seen here and there were a little scary though she can't say she was frightened. They were lesser demons, unlike the emperor that stood before Damian right now. Agatha yawned, waiting for this to be over so she could get this over and done with. Maybe... have a nap afterwards... The people here seemed in need of her gifts. They all looked at her strangely. Yes, they were in need of her presents? She promised to Damian she wouldn't give them out. Well, not just yet.

 

[Blazefire2000]

After finally escaping his pursuers for killing a Noble and his guards, looting his manor, and burning his holdings to the ground, Jack stopped to think of where he should head next. "The Red kingdom values strength above all, so that's definitely a no for an archer such as myself, the Green kingdom is a better option and there's always work to be done there, as they just hate getting their hands dirty." Jack turned toward the capital of the Green Kingdom and began his journey there.

 

[Church418]

The Lesser Demon’s collapsed in a bloody heap as the crowd of Demon’s roared in disappointment that the Human was still alive. Mordahl heard several things. “Let me fight him Emperor!”/ “Magic! It was Magic!”/ And other things…


“Enough!” Mordahl ordered, quieting the Arena. Mordahl took note that another human had somehow gained access to his arena, which was currently restricted to outsiders. Mordahl pointed to his Field Marshal. A Strong and Monstrous Lesser Demon that had proven himself in multiple battles. This Lesser Demon was currently the “Champion” of the Arena, the highest available honor. “When we are finished here, Field Marshal, you are to assemble your army and explain to them what RESTRICTED AREA means! Understood!? Sear it into their flesh if you have to.” Mordahl ordered, angrily.


The Field Marshal saluted and ordered his warriors out of the arena.


“As for you human.” Mordahl said, shifting his gaze back to the arena. “I watched you fight, and I can see that your blades have spent more time in the backs of your opponents, rather than eye to eye. Disgraceful!” Mordahl exclaimed. “That said, you met and overcame my challenge.” Mordahl tossed a single heavy coin to the human. On it, was engraved the mark of the Emperor. “In three days time, I will be available in my court after a lengthy meeting with my subjects. Use that coin and you will be granted access, without resistance.” Mordahl stamped the butt of his weapon onto the ground. “Now. Be gone from my sight!”


((THREE DAYS LATER))


Looking out the window of his private quarters, high above the Imperial Capital in Cimedach Castle, Mordahl observed his Chancellor’s and their personal envoy’s approaching. Red and white flags with the marks of the major tribes swayed in the dusty wind, minus the Eternal Smog of course. Mordahl let out a huff of mild irritation. Mordahl had attended the last National Summit where the world first recognized Bakkar as an Empire under a single ruler and not the Republic they had been used to. He had received a mixed response, mostly negative, from world leaders when he officially declared himself ‘Emperor’ over the major demonic tribes of Bakkar, especially after they learned the manner in which he attained his power, but Mordahl had made it clear: He was the Emperor, the Red Republic was dissolved, and he would be alive and still in power by the time the next Summit rolled around. That time was now.


Three rapid knocks on the door broke Mordahl from thought. “Enter!” Mordahl called out. The double iron doors swung open and a young demon prime entered. She was tall and slender. Her jet black hair fell neatly at her shoulders, parting only for the two horns on her forehead that extended out and curved slightly upward at the ends. Her eyes, black as coal, made it difficult to discern where she was looking. When she smiled, two rows of brilliant white teeth with four sharp fangs seemed to shine in stark contrast to her dark, crimson skin. All of that, combined with the black wings that lay folded on her back, it was no wonder she was compared to a succubus. The last Demon to call her that, however, ended up in a bloody heap at her feet. Today she also carried a binder filled with parchments tucked under her right arm.


“My lord…”she greeted, kneeling before Mordahl. “…you requested my presence?”


“Indeed.” Mordahl replied, motioning for her to rise. “How are you today, Asha?” He asked, more as a common courtesy than a genuine concern.


“Pretty good, my Lord. I’ve brought all of my notes for…”


“Splended!” Mordahl interrupted, brushing past her. “Soon I will be departing for the Elven Kingdom, it is time once again for the National Summit.”


Asha grinned and turned to face Mordahl once again. “So am I to assess that this time you need me for a more….professional capacity.” She smiled at Mordahl as he shifted uneasily, glaring back at her.


Mordahl approached Asha and gently tilted her chin upward so that their lips almost touched, smiling back at her. “That is the only time I need you.” Mordahl replied coldly, moving away from her.


Asha chuckled and adjusted the binder tucked underneath her arm. “Of course, my Lord.” She replied with a hint of sarcasm. “You’ll be happy to learn that, since you assigned me this task, I have established a decent network of connections. I have learned much about the other kingdoms and I am ready to brief you at your convenience.”


Mordahl slid an armored bracer over his right wrist and tightened the straps, so that it rested snuggly. “It is convenient now.” Mordahl stated. “My Chancellor’s will soon convene in the conference room of my court, go there now and prepare your brief.” Mordhal worked on his other bracer as he resumed his gaze out of the window.


“At once, Emperor.” Asha replied, bowing and making her way out of the room.


“And Asha..” Mordahl called out over his shoulder.


Asha turned as if she expected him to call out to her. “Hmm?” She replied.


Mordhal wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Asha had been invaluable to Mordahl when it came to the more tedious obligations of running an Empire. Petty Economic, Social, and Political issues easily ignited Mordahl’s temper, to which Asha had stepped up to douse his flame and advise him on how to approach each issue individually. On more than one occasion, Asha simply handled the problem herself and, eventually, Mordahl grew to trust her. That trust had quickly evolved into….something else….that Mordahl refused to acknowledge. “Nothing.” Mordahl finally replied.


Asha smiled and turned once again, continuing on her way to the conference room.


It wasn’t long after that before the conference room was abuzz with chatter, laughter, arguing, and debating from the Chancellor’s and their personal guard. Each of them knew why they had been summoned and anticipated what was about to commence. None of them would openly admit it, but the idea of braving the open seas and laying eyes on something other than the black, ashy rocks of Bakkar was exciting to consider. Asha stood in the corner of the room, silently awaiting the arrival of the Emperor so she could begin her briefing. Chancellor Saxahar eyed Asha up and down, obviously wondering what, or who, she was. Asha stared smugly back at him in silence. Waiters and waitresses served refreshments and poured cups of “Gourg”, a sour, bitter, alcohol that was brewed exclusively in Bakkar.


Finally, Emperor Mordahl Cimedach entered the conference room, in full armor. Chancellor Fridohn of the Hell Claw was the first to rise. “On your feet!” he called out. The Chancellor’s and their envoy’s turned as one and saluted the Emperor. Asha bowed where she stood. “Take your seats and relax.” Mordahl replied as he sat at the head of the table. “Today we have much to discuss.” Mordahl began, wasting no time. “Every century, the world’s leaders come together to address political, economic, and various other issues that affect everyone. This Summit will be hosted in the Elven Capital of Sanctum City.” Mordahl motioned to Asha, who laid out a global map upon the table and circled the location of Sanctum City. “All of you..” Mordahl said, pointing to his Chancellor’s. “..will be accompanying me.” Mordahl noted the murmuring of approval from everyone in the room. “That said, I will be the one speaking for Bakkar and once the Summit begins you will remain silent unless I specifically request your input.” The Chancellor’s nodded in understanding. “Good.” Mordahl concluded, shifting his gaze toward Asha. “Now, at the last Summit, I found myself sorely lacking in general knowledge and understanding of international affairs. Asha here.” Mordahl said, motioning toward Asha. “Is here to ensure that I, and all of you, don’t face that issue again.” Mordahl opened his palm toward Asha, signaling to her that the floor was now hers.


“Thank you Emperor.” She said, bowing and taking her place at the middle of the table. “We will begin with Queen Kaenirin Sylvis, Queen of the Elves.” Asha began, opening her binder and tossing several sketches onto the conference table. She lined them up neatly, then pointed at a young blonde elf with emerald green eyes. “Daughter of Araak and Xandra Sylvis, the youngest of three siblings. Her eldest brother, deceased, during an internal war that the Elves no longer comment on. Her other older brother, from what I’ve been able to gather, fled shortly after the family mourned, leaving Kaenirin to claim the throne.”


“I remember Kaenirin and Araak from the last Summit.” Mordahl interjected. “So I can expect to see them again?”


“Doubtful.”Asha replied. “Since the last Summit, Araak and Xandra stepped down to become elders, a ‘retirement’ of sorts.” Asha said, making quotes with her fingers. “Although Elven elders are highly respected in their society, they hold no legitimate authority. My most recent report tells me that Kaenirin is still without formal companionship, so she will likely speak for her kingdom, alone.”


Chancellor Saxahar of the Cruel Scar leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and exhaled loudly. “My Lord.”Saxahar began, obviously irritated. “Forgive me, but why should we care about, both, her incompetent and cowardly brother’s, her aging parents, and who she spreads her legs for?” Saxahar pointed toward Asha. “How about their military strength? Or something actually important?”


Chancellor Lamrun of the Ebon Sun glared at Saxahar in annoyance. “Because not every battle is won drooling over the blade of an axe, you simpleton.” She stated.


At that, Chancellor Saxahar and his guards jumped to their feet, obviously ready to fight. “Is that so, bitch? How about you and your weak, insignificant tribe come inside of my walls and say that to my face. It’s easy to talk tough when you’re lobbing lava from miles away. Why don’t we settle this once and for all right now!?” Saxahar implied, his warriors roaring in approval.


Chancellor Lamrun and her warriors also rose, ready to meet the challenge.


“Enough!” Mordahl roared, standing and stamping the butt of his mace upon the floor. He pointed to both Saxahar and Lamrun. “I have made this clear, on multiple occasions. The conflict between you two is sanctioned, but comes secondary to my needs.” Saxahar and Lamrun both returned to their seats. “You will cease and desist until the Summit is complete and we have returned to Bakkar, am I clear!?” Mordahl demanded.


“Yes, Emperor.” They both replied.


“Now, as for why we are discussing history and backgrounds..” Mordahl continued, taking his seat and glaring at Saxahar. “..at any time this information could prove useful, and it solidifies our standing as an Empire to the rest of the world.” A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed and Mordahl continued glaring at Saxahar. “Is that…alright…with you, Chancellor?” Mordahl asked, almost as a challenge.


“Of course, my Lord.” Saxahar replied, nodding.


Mordahl turned back to Asha. “Now.” He stated. “Last I heard Kaenirin’s kingdom was suffering from massive debt and poverty. Is that still the case?”


Asha shook her head. “Quite the opposite, Emperor. The Elves are now, arguably, the wealthiest race in the world. How Kaenirin single-handedly replaced such massive debt with profit is still, somewhat, of a mystery. It seems, from what I’ve gathered, she used a mix of force, charisma, and coercion to alleviate the kingdom’s debt and implemented a new series of item, property, and sales taxes to produce profit.”


Chancellor Volsahm of the Twin Giant tapped his finger against his lips in thought. “I would assume the less privileged of her society, relatively, provides the majority of her wealth, through those taxes.”


“Without a doubt.”Asha replied. “However it appears that her plan was to horde massive wealth for her kingdom and let it slowly trickle down to all of her citizens.”Asha shrugged. “Whatever the case, that wealth hasn’t made its way down to her lower-class society, as of this time.”


Mordahl nodded and waved Asha onward. “Very Good, let’s move on.”


“As you wish, Emperor.”Asha retrieved the documents of the Elven kingdom on the table and replaced them with sketches of others. “The Brooke Monarchy.”Asha began. “Now under the rule of Victoria Brooke, daughter of Vladimir and Beatrice Brooke.”Asha pointed at a very young wizardess with blonde hair and dark eyes.


“What happened to Vladimir?” Mordahl asked, narrowing his eyes at Asha.


“Deceased, from unknown circumstances.”Asha replied.


Chancellor Fridohn of the Hell Claw spoke up. “He was old, right? Is it too far of a stretch to assume he simply expired?”


“Ah.”Asha replied. “Normally, that’s what most would assume. However…”Asha continued, holding up a copy of a decree that had the stamp of Vladimir Brooke. “Days before his death, he stepped down from his throne and named his daughter Queen. A highly unusual event, that makes his death all too convenient.”


“Let me see that.” Mordahl ordered, motioning for Asha to pass him the document. After reading through it, he glanced up at Asha. “How long ago did this transpire?”


“Approximately six months.”Asha replied. “Even more interesting is what Victoria has accomplished in her short time as Queen.” Asha passed Mordahl multiple documents containing numbers, comparisons, and….schematics? “Now, I was unable to verify my source at such short notice.” Asha continued. “But as you can see, it appears Victoria has effectively tripled her kingdom’s wealth in assets alone, as well as introduce a new source of income that I believe is tied into those schematics you see before you.”


Mordahl pointed at the different documents in confusion. The schematics displayed various objects and machinery with notes that Mordahl couldn’t fully comprehend. He could see formula’s for alchemy and advanced algebraic equations, but it was a science that he was not educated on. “What is all of this?” Mordahl asked looking up at Asha.


Asha shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine, my Lord. All I can assess is that someone or some nation has made a lucrative economic partnership with Brooke that involves those schematics.”


Mordahl gathered the schematics and slid them over to Chancellor Duurenthaal of the Savage Hand. “See if you can make sense of that, Chancellor.”


Chancellor Duurenthaal nodded and immediately began studying the schematics, a similar look of confusion playing out on his face as well.


Mordahl looked up at Asha. “Well done, anything else?”


“Not at this time, Emperor.” She replied. Gathering the sketches and documents, she replaced them with only two other parchments as she began with her next topic. “The Vampirical Kingdom of the East.” Asha began.


Chancellor Lamrun chuckled. “What. No sketches for these guys?”


“Actually, no.”Asha replied. “Gathering Intel on this kingdom has been next to impossible, but I do have a few things you may find interesting, my Lord.”


Mordahl leaned forward and stared at the table in thought. “During the last Summit, one speaker was sent from their kingdom. The vampire identified himself as having the authority to speak and listen for his superiors, but that was all.” Mordahl looked up at Asha. “Can we expect a similar occurrence at this Summit?”


Asha shrugged. “Considering how much the ‘Oldest Ones’ value their privacy and secrecy, I would wager that would be the case.”


Chancellor Duurenthaal looked up from the schematics he was studying. “Oldest Ones?”he said curiously. “What does that mean?


Ashe looked at Duurenthaal. “It is their highest level of authority.”Asha replied matter-of-factly. “From what I’ve been able to understand, their society is broken down into four levels: Oldest Ones, a Royalty class, Servants to the Royalty Class, and a Lesser Class. The class in which you are assigned is dependent on how ‘pure’ the blood is for that specific lineage, broken down by generation.”


“Bah!” Mordahl replied, waving his hand. “Yet their leaders refuse to show their faces. Obviously as a statement, implying that meeting with other nations in beneath them.” Mordahl tapped his finger against the armrest of his chair in thought. “Let’s move on, I care not for these cowards. Their refusal to meet with me eye to eye offends me and until that changes, my view towards them shall not change.”


Everyone in the room, even Asha, seemed to agree and she collected the two documents and placed them back into her binder. She promptly pulled out a few more documents, with sketches this time, portraying a young human female with fiery red hair. A paintbrush between her fingers. “Lady Hollidae, great-granddaughter of the previous ruler of the Kingdom of Languor, his name still remains a mystery to us.”


Mordahl leaned forward. “How, then, were you able to attain this female’s information?”


Asha smiled. “This is an assessment. I know for a fact that their leader has expired and she is most-likely, as per their customs, to assume responsibility. Although, any form of ‘government’ for the humans is loosely defined and hard to make sense of. Not from complexity, but from….simplicity. The humans, against all odds, have simply flourished. It’s hard to explain.”


Chancellor Saxahar finally broke his silence. “What, then, makes them as successful as a kingdom?”


“Art and Culture.”Asha replied. “Despite their general lack of motivation and ambition, the humans are rich in these two subjects, which attract individuals of all races and all walks of life. Their value as allies would be of little use to us, and their threat as enemies would be next to non-existent.”


“I don’t know…”Chancellor Duurenthaal added, looking at Mordahl. “…that human we met in the arena a few days ago seemed significantly trained.”


Asha nodded. “Yes, like any nation, I would assume they have specially trained individuals. What I was referring to was a lack of conventional military strength, like other nations possess.”


Mordahl nodded, satisfied with what was provided. “Alright, and lastly?” he asked, looking up at Asha.


“Lastly..” Asha continued, laying out four sketches and a few documents. “King Eros and Queen Venus of the Kingdom of Aizen, our Demonic cousins.”


All of the male Demon’s in the room leaned forward to get a better look at the other young female succubus, portrayed next to Queen Venus. “Who is that?” one of the tribal guards inquired, eyes wide with wonder.


Chancellor Lamrun laughed at the males in the room, looking up at Asha. “I wonder if that young succubus knows that she has already seduced 80% of the Emperor’s staff, without even being here.”


Upon hearing that, the males quickly leaned back, acting as if nothing had happened.


Asha looked at Mordahl and laughed with Lamrun before continuing. “Her name is Princess Avalon Eros Araceli, likely heir to the Queen’s throne, accompanied by her brother, the Prince and likely heir to the King’s throne.”


“By placing them on the table.” Mordahl interjected. “I’m assuming you think they’ll be attending this Summit?”


“Yes.”Asha replied.


Mordahl looked at the four pictures, deep in thought. “Alright listen up.” Mordahl stated. “Bakkar is not exactly…” Mordahl searched for the right word. “…active…in international affairs. But the Kingdom of Aizen.” He continued, pointing at the map. “Is where we will begin. During the last Summit, I became well acquainted with King Eros and Queen Venus. Our distant, yet inarguable, blood ties made us naturally accepting of one another. We established no formal alliance, and I don’t anticipate that to change. However…” Mordahl rose from his seat before continuing, pacing around the room. “…I grow restless, Chancellor’s. I seek knew things for our Empire and new lands to inhabit.”


The Chancellor’s and their guards murmured in approval.


“Whether it be by war or by agreement, I intend to expand our influence to our neighboring continent.” Mordahl pointed at the pictures. “I believe Princess Araceli and her brother are our best chance at beginning this campaign, and I intend to make it profitable for both of our nations. The King and Queen are wise and I doubt, at their age, they are interested in shifting the foundation of power as we know it. But the Princess….” Mordahl trailed off, snatching the sketch off of the table and looked at the succubus. She was, indeed, very young and was depicted as having a strong, independent attitude. “….the Princess might be exactly what we need.” Mordahl concluded, a sinister smile growing on his face.


Chancellor Volsahm broke the silence, interrupting Mordahl’s thoughts. “Emperor, that continent is fully inhabited. Is it your intent to declare war on Aizen’s neighboring nations?”


Mordahl’s mind began to settle, slightly, as that question brought him back to reality. “No, not yet.” Mordahl replied, returning to his seat at the head of the table. “Our first and foremost task is to establish a positive relationship with the Kingdom of Aizen, with a focus on Princess Araceli and her brother….” Mordahl looked up at Asha. “What was his name again?”


Asha shrugged. “My source couldn’t provide me his name, my Lord.”


Mordahl waved his hand in dismissal. “No matter, we will learn of it en route to the Summit.”


Mordahl looked at the everyone in the conference room, and they all looked back at him. Nodding and seemingly satisfied with what they had learned. “That was a lot to take in, Any questions?”


Chancellor Saxahar, obviously bored and ready to finish, stood and stretched. “When do we depart, my Lord?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know but also wanting to change the subject.


Mordahl rose and gazed at everyone in the room. “I have two more appointments today, following this. One of them is our Elven Captain that delivered the missive from Sinifact. I will coordinate with him and establish a departure time. Until then, you will each stand by and utilize the temporary lodging inside the Imperial Walls and await further instruction. There are six total, one for each tribe. Each will be serviced as my own castle is serviced.”


The Lesser Demon’s amongst the Chancellor’s personal guards murmured in excitement, at the opportunity to experience royal commodities.


“Dismissed.” Mordahl declared, stamping the butt of his mace onto the floor. As the Demon’s filed out, Asha collected her paperwork and began reorganizing her binder. Mordahl was thoroughly impressed with the knowledge she had given them today. Being stuck on Bakkar, and gaining all of that knowledge couldn’t have been easy. “Asha.” Mordahl said, once everyone was out of the conference room.


“Hmm?”She replied looking up at him and smiling.


Mordahl approached her, placed one hand on her hip and pulled her close to him. “Perhaps I spoke to soon, earlier, when I said I only need you in a professional capacity.”


Asha placed the binder on the conference table, moving her hands up his breastplate, and interlocking her fingers behind his neck. “Come now, Emperor.”She said accusingly, with a smile, baring her brilliant white fangs. “I can see your weakness.”She sang, as she brought her mouth close to his.


“Emperor!”Vali Pierce called out, bursting through the conference room doors. “That human from the Arena is here to see you, as you instructed.”


“Goddamnit Vali!” Mordahl exclaimed, releasing Asha. “I will slice your throat and hang you by your feet. The Angels of heaven will cringe at the eternal torment I will inflict upon you if you EVER barge in on me like that again!”


Asha laughed and patted Mordahl on the back as she collected her things and made her way out of the room. “There’s still time, my Lord.”She concluded before exiting the room.


Mordahl glared at Vali, fully considering choking him where he stood. “Send. Him. In.” Mordahl growled.


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Damian had bought his friend Aga along with him to meet the emperor since the two had some catching up to do and they needed to hitch a ride to this national summit. He was growing bored of this foul land and he had gotten into 3 more fights in the three days since he got the coin. It seemed he was leaving a path of destruction in his wake but the demons were antagonizing him and he simply decided that their lives needed to be ended. He ended them a lot quicker than Aga did the 2 demons that tried to make some moves on her but he always thought his friend was a little bit on the cruel and sadistic side. "Try not to piss the big guy off please..he is kind of an asshole. I have seen him fight and in a one on one situation we could probably kill him but I doubt these creatures truly will watch if he is overwhelmed. You definitely do not need to fight anyone here. You are too "creative" with your "gifts" and I do not feel like vomiting also I told you that Angel looked like a girl" A chuckle crossed his face and it seemed the angel detested being called a girl but he couldn't help that was the way he looked.


Damian slipped his hands in his pockets and he decided to indirectly mock the emperor since he made a comment about his fighting style. The three demons that attacked him all had blades put in their eyes as a way of saying he does fight people face to face when he has to. He took lazy and uncaring steps down the hall and his eyes shifted to a few guards that were eyeing the two humans. A few friendlier demons did approach them and ask him about the outside world. He gladly talked to the few and managed to make some friend's. A few more questioned his yellow eyes and claimed they were awfully demon like. There was a stench he couldn't explain that seemed to linger all the time. He assumed it was just assumed it was from all the blood from battles that this fine empire seemed to host randomly.


He also didn't care that he talked to freely about fighting Mordahl in front of their escort because he would jut challenge him to a fight if the emperor tried to have to two killed. He had learned a few things about the culture here and noted the lack of assassins. He also stated in his head that their way of government was unsustainable and susceptible to leaders probably being assassinated one after the other. He had his reason that he believed it had not happened yet and that was Mordahl probably had a decent to good intelligence network. He watched as the escort opened the door to the meeting chambers and he nodded to the guy as a way of saying thank you. He stepped in with Aga and the emperor was a pretty impressive physical specimen when you were this close to him. He dwarfed Damian and he was no small man. "No one still answered if I am suppose to bow to you or not when I see you. I am not really one that is used to being around royalty all the time. I guess I should thank you for not killing me and I am sure word got to you but I had to kill 3 demons. One of them was fairly strong and made me work for it. I guess humans in the city is frowned upon or something like that."A shrug was given at that last comment and he seemed so casual in the face of an emperor but as Aga would know that was just his personality. Those piercing yellow eyes met Mordahl's and there was something unnatural about Damian but one wouldn't be able to put their finger on it. He removed his arms from his pockets and they fell to the side and he was relaxed but his guard wasn't down. He was honestly more afraid of the girl besides him than the emperor. "I just have tow requests if you would be so honored to grant them. I need a book from your library and we need a ride to the summit..I will be out of your hairs after that. It's been a nice visit. I will say the hospitality has dropped quite a bit since the last time I was here."





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AGATHA SALLOW

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Agatha met with Damian at the end of the 'fight', which had a rather boring ending. Minimal blood? Disappointing, but it's okay. She hung around with him quietly for the three days until Damian was supposed to meet with the emperor. Damian seemed quite rough and got into a few more fights with the local demons, though Agatha knew that was just what he was like. Agatha nodded at Damian. "I'll try not to do anything to set anyone off. But, I can't be sure what will make the him angry," she answered with an expressionless, cool tone. "My gifts are special, and creativity is something essential in them that makes them special."





A few demons also made efforts to be some sort of 'friends' with them. The kinder demons, mostly talking to Damian, though she did catch some glances her way as well. Damian's yellow eyes were demon like, they said. Her eyes were a blank violet. Was that demon like? No, probably not.


Agatha and Damian were escorted to the emperor's meeting chamber. They entered. Damian seemed a lot more confident than she was. No, she was too. But she stood beside him silently as he talked to the emperor. She stared at him. Finding a pause after Damian's words, she raised a hand up. "Agatha Sallow. But you wouldn't know me," she said. "Kingdom of Languor," she added. Agatha didn't bow or curtsy or anything, she just glared at him from afar. There was also a girl standing beside him, who had a scary aura. Not that it affected the sleepy-eyed Agatha.





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Mordahl had already concluded that the Human male was an assassin of sorts. His acrobatic fighting style combined with his obvious training of fast, lethal strikes made it all too obvious. One thing Mordahl recognized as a common factor of all assassin's, is that they believed themselves to be indestructible. For Mordahl, nothing quite compared to the look on an assassin's face when they knew they were going to die, and he quite enjoyed seeing it. The Human had been active these past few days. Lesser Demon's that believed they could kill the Human had attacked him and lost, but the Human had decided to subtly taunt him by planting a knife in each of his victim's eyes, in response to the comment he had made in the arena about his fighting style. Mordahl was slightly impressed with the Human, if he was being honest with himself. He was a competent fighter with an arrogant confidence to match. Strong and fearless in the face of overwhelming odds. But the Human was beginning to overstay his welcome. The more he killed, the more he would be challenged, and the more he taunted, the closer he came to meeting his true demise in the coliseum. After all, Mordahl couldn't let people think blatant disrespect would be tolerated, especially toward the Emperor.


Next to the Human male was a Human female, the same female that had also wormed her way into the coliseum that day. Violet hair and eyes to match, short and slim and dressed quite casually, compared to her counterpart. Mordahl approached the female and knelt down to study her. Her eyes, specifically, caught Mordahl's attention. Her soul was heavily stained, and her eyes had seen much death. Unlike her male partner, Agatha Sallow didn't appear built or trained for combat. Yet Mordahl sensed that she had seen more death and bloodshed than the assassin.


Mordahl rose and studied the two together for a moment longer before speaking. Suspicion began to take place of curiosity as Mordahl, for the first time, decided he would press these two for more information. As opposed to his previous plan of just giving them what they wanted and shooing them away. "To answer your question, Human, I leave it to foreigners to decide whether they will offer me the respect I have earned." Mordahl propped himself up on his giant mace. "I have been in power for nearly two centuries, and not once have I ever demanded a salute or a formal display of humility from my people. I am simply, respected." Mordahl looked at the Assassin smugly. "Perhaps one day the Human's of the Kingdom of Languor will enjoy such a leader." Mordahl approached the Human male and lowered himself slightly so that he was on his level. "Of course.." Mordahl said glaring into the Human's eyes, almost as a challenge. "Those who don't respect me are more than welcome to challenge me.... Many have done so, and yet...." Mordahl rose and extended his arms on either side, showing that he was very much alive. "...here I stand, still in power." Mordahl made his way over to his large stone chair, overlooking the room and sat down in an effort to lighten the mood. "This book." Mordahl stated, changing the subject. "What is it, and why do you seek it? You've certainly traveled far and wide for it" Mordahl shifted his gaze to Agatha who stood, emotionless, next to her counterpart. "And you, my innocent little flower, what is it that you do for your friend here?" Mordahl narrowed his eyes at the girl, interested in how she would answer him.

 

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Damian just stared at Mordahl as he gave his speech and displayed his bravado and he had an uninterested look in his eyes. He just leaned forwards a little and a tiny nonchalant shrug escaped from his shoulders. Damian had been to the other side so to speak when his eyes turned yellow and there had not been much that interested him on this side of existence anymore. He moved his right hand up to his chin as he debated internally how to get this conversation across without seeming like the asshole everyone thinks that he is. In truth, the way he addressed people and his mannerisms were carefully thought out. He liked to see people's reactions and he also just liked to say what it is he wanted to say. His eyes seemed to brighten up a little and he decided he would play nice because he wanted the book and he had many more of them to collect before he got the answers to the questions he seeked. He paused for a moment before he finally spoke. His tone was more curious than anything else. "Oh, I am surprised you have taken interest in two little humans but if you must know. Aga here is a long time friend that gives me poisons when I decide to take on a job. I am scheduled to kill someone once I leave this place but I didn't expect her to come all this way to give them to me." Damian had a habit of teasing Aga and he figured it would get him killed one day but he enjoyed living life on the edge. A small smirk crossed his face as he leaned over towards her.


He placed his left cheek against her left cheek and he nuzzled their cheeks together in a playful manner then he stepped back to make sure he was out of striking range of the woman. "I am starting to think she loves me because why else would you come all the way here just to give me my stuff" There was a teasing sing-song tone to his voice and he was sure that girl would kill him but he liked getting her worked up but decided that would be enough teasing since they were in the presence of royalty. He turned and he bowed to Mordahl and he wasn't mocking him this time. It was a rare sign of respect for the demon emperor and the shift in his tone would tell Mordahl that. "I do thank you for not killing me down there. I have a few more things to do before I die and I really didn't feel putting my best foot forwards down there. How is an angel in your service? Also to answer your question, it is a book on demonic gods. I am looking for something I would care not to share."





He bought his hand to his chin again and he glanced over at Aga and made sure to take another step away from her. He seemed to have a healthy respect/fear of her. He also was second guessing teasing her earlier. "I have another request and I will fight whoever you want if I can't just get this favor..could me and Aga here get a ride with you and your guys to the summit? There is a rumor I might see an old friend there that I haven't seen since I was a child." He made direct eye contact with Mordahl before be bowed his head again. He really needed this favor or he would have to find an alternate route to the summit and that would simply be too much work for him. "I can say pretty please with a cherry ontop if that will sway you in any manner. I could also give you a discount if you ever start to uhhh respect assassins and need someone killed back in the other kingdoms."

 

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AGATHA SALLOW

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Agatha observed the demon emperor as he spoke to them. He seemed confident. But unlike arrogant idiots who had confidence in front of nothing, he had some sort of great power behind it. Demonic power, of course, perhaps. She turned to Damian as he explained what she did for him. "Yes. I bring him poisons," she summarized bluntly. She didn't want to share too much with this emperor just yet. The way he looked into her eyes gave her a strange feeling, as if he was boring into her soul.


Agatha's thoughts were distracted as Damian began to tease her, like usual. She sighed and folded her arms. He squished his cheek against hers, teasing her about loving him for coming all the way from the Yellow Kingdom. Agatha quietly growled. "You're mean, you know," she whispered to him as she pushed him away weakly. "I'll kill you next time," she added, though she didn't really mean that, deposit how cold it came out.


Agatha nodded as Damian asked if they could hitch a ride to the summit with them. She might as well, anyway. An old friend of Damian's? She didn't have any friends besides Damian. Was he a friend? Agatha looked back at the emperor. "I'll trade with you one of my gifts," she offered quietly.





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[DraeDC]

The night air filled Hollidae's lungs with a crisp, salty sting. Waves could be heard lapping in the distance. Her brights eyes curiously scanned their surroundings as she walked slowly down the dirt path. It had been three days since she left the High Court after receiving the invitation to the National Conference. At first, she had been somewhat apprehensive about traveling so far on foot but soon realized that the art of the world could be made no other way. A boat would not allow her to properly view the land. Thus, in the three days trek, she had made it to the Southwestern portion of the kingdom of Aizen and was ready to cross the boarder into Sinifact. It would only be a few more days before she reached the capital - depending on how often she stopped.


At this point, the young woman had seven paintings of Aizen complete, dried, and rolled up in her satchel. The white hide of the pants she wore was no longer completely white, the outside of each of her thighs streaked with reds and greens and violets and any other color imaginable, almost as if she had used herself as the mixing palette for her paints. Miraculously, though, the white, cotton shirt she wore was pristine, though it hung just over her stomach, not close enough to the paint mixture to be included.


"My Lady, might it be a good idea to rest before we enter into the next nation?"


Hollidae turned to look at the man who had spoken. He was older and bespectacled with gray hair, and short, standing less than an inch above her. The traveling had given him a tan his skin had never before seen, making him the color of a clawed sea urchin. He was Languor's chief political adviser and insisted on traveling with the newly crowned queen, likely so he could make sure she didn't speak to the wrong, 'unsavory' characters about political affairs.


Beside him stood a man much taller than her with long, dark hair and dark eyes that gave him that sense of mystery that intrigued most women. He wore the latest in armor innovations on Languor, a heavy fabric of sorts that was tested to be stronger than most metals and stone. It was something her Great Grandfather, Lord Marvelle, had helped create. His clothing was dark as well, clinging to the large muscles beneath it. He had come along as a protector for Hollidae. The High Court Council had argued that she should bring several knights, considering the demons and vampires that traversed the outside world, but her trust rested in Kingly.


"No, Gregor, it might not be a good idea. There are only miniscule villages in this area. Didn't you say that such a place only led to theiving and murder?"


The little man became flustered, unsure of how to respond. He was tired of walking so much and wanted to lay down and sleep for a week, but he couldn't deny his own words. Defeated, he took a step back, to which Hollidae smirked.


"That's what I thought. Now, then. We'll travel for the rest of the night, it's already almost three, anyway," she glanced up at the moon, reading its height in the sky, "and if we don't find a city by noon, we'll settle down in the nearest town." Hollidae was a bit unlike the rest of her species. While she enjoyed relaxing and doing things that were altogether calming and lacked stress, she didn't quite go about those things in the same way as her people. To her, relaxing often meant exploring or painting or learning something new. Really, the laziness didn't kick in until she found a place she liked and preferred not to leave it for a while.


Turning towards Sinifact, she pulled her fur-lined cloak a little closer around her body. The breeze was nice, but it did bring a certain chill she hadn't expected. As she took the next step, she considered all the others who would be attending the affair from her own kingdom. Gregor and Borius made up two of the five council members who she had chosen to invite. The other ten, however... Well, those were a different story. Hollidae had posters made up and a crier sent out to inform her people of a raffle. All she wanted was a quick sketch of what they thought was the most interesting or beautiful thing about High Court. In less than an hour she had hundreds of entries so, after tossing aside all the sketches that depicted her or the castle, she chose ten deserving patrons. The art didn't have to be good, it was the meaning behind the picture that concerned her.


Once she had left, the ten winners were informed that they would be traveling to Sinifact by boat as a guest of the Our Lady Hollidae of Languor. They could do as they pleased within the limits of the city with the small amount of money they would be offered during their stay. As long as they did nothing to mar the kingdom's name, they were permitted to stay for the entire trip.


While this may have seem like the actions of a kind benefactor, and Hollidae surely played the part to make it look so, all she wanted was to see the horrified look on the faces of Sinifact's royalty when they realized that their prized, precious city was temporarily home to, basically, a bunch of peasants.


As she walked, Hollidae hummed a tune to herself, an old song of triumph and celebration that all in Languor knew. This was going to be a fantastic trip.

 

[Kenji Jensai]

Vali had already concluded that the Human male was an assassin of sorts. His fighting style made it all too obvious. The Human had been active these past few days. Lesser Demon's that believed they could kill the Human had attacked him and lost, Vali wanted to challenge the human as well but his task given to him by the emperor proved to be a lengthy in time. Vali looked at the corpses of the lesser demons the Human killed and had noticed him planting a knife in each of his victim's eyes. He thought the human was in fact a skilled fighter with an arrogant attitude to go with his skills. The expression on the Humans face was fearlessness.


Though Vali thought the man was in fact skilled fighter the male’s cockiness was beginning to annoy him even more and it seemed the emperor was thinking the same as well. After all, the emperor couldn't just let some human trash come and think disrespect would be tolerated. Next to the Human male was a Human female, the same female that had also wormed her way into the coliseum that day. Violet hair and eyes to match, short and slim and dressed quite casually, compared to her counterpart. As Vali went to fetch his master reluctantly at the males request he came upon master with a female he thought was just a normal concubine.


As the humans entered the emperor’s chamber they began to speak. He listened to the pair as they spoke about a book about Demonic Gods. He was thinking to himself that they might be trying to resurrect Lucifer the all-powerful demon king second only to God himself. He pondered this idea until he heard the male say something about giving him a ride. That’s when Vali had an idea to end the nonsense. He decided to challenge the man to a duel. " Master let me battle these two and test their strength I will be handicapped of course he said as he slammed his left hand down onto the table" It broke with a loud crunch he turned to them with a look of sadistic glee on his face "Now do you accept my challenge?".

 

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Mordahl's eyes widened slightly when he heard of the book they sought. Demonic god's? During his upbringing, he was bathed in blood by the elders of the Savage Hand. They claimed that he had been gifted with the eyes of Satanas, the Demonic God of Wrath. Mordahl had always thought of the Savage Hand as religious fanatics, but they had instilled into him a wealth of knowledge of all of the major God's that supposedly watched over the demonic race. Mordahl shifted in his seat and angled his head to crack his neck. Upon hearing the human's request to join them on their voyage to Sinifact, Vali Pierce slammed his fist down upon the table, breaking off a chunk of the finely carved wood, before challenging them to a duel. Mordahl laughed and motioned for Vali to relax. "There is no need for you to spill their blood, Pierce. If they want something from me.." Mordahl gazed back at the two humans. "..they will offer me something in return." Mordahl leaned forward. "My library is maintained by an Elder of the Savage Hand, we have tomes on every demonic god from history and lore." Mordahl paused for a moment in thought. "You may take two, of your choosing. However, if these books do not make it back into my possession in a reasonable amount of time, or I will release a hefty bounty for you to be brought back to me alive, where you will return my property with payment of triple its value, including the price of the bounty, or face my Angel.." Mordahl motioned to Vali Pierce. "..in the Cimedach Arena, in a fight to death. And believe me human.." Mordahl chuckled maniacally. "Vali Pierce is no Lesser Demon."





Mordahl rose and began to pace about the room. "That, I offer free of charge. For the ride to Sinifact, however.." Mordahl waved his index finger. "That is another story." Mordahl looked down at Agatha Sallow and grinned. If she was a brewer of poisons, then she likely had a relatively strong understanding of Alchemy and Mathematics, and could likely assist him in another matter that had grabbed his attention in the recent conference with his Chancellor's and Asha. The Brooke Monarchy and their Kingdom were developing things that Mordahl hadn't seen before. The schematics he had seen were like an unknown language to him. Mordahl glanced at the Human male. "The library is located two floors below here. Provide your full name to the librarian when you arrive." Mordahl stamped the butt of his mace upon the floor. "You are dismissed, Assassin, Vali Pierce shall supervise you for the rest of your time in my castle." Mordahl motioned for Vali Pierce to escort the human out of the room. Mordahl looked down once more at Agatha. "If you desire transport for you and your friend, Agatha, you will remain where you are."





Mordahl would wait for the Human male to leave before addressing Agatha. "For you, I offer an..." Mordahl searched for the right word. .."employment of sorts." Mordahl once again propped himself upon his mace. "This job I have in mind for you would be long-term, involve a-lot of traveling, and require complete and total confidentiality on your part." Mordahl glared down at Agatha. "And that means no-one, not even your Assassin friend, shall hear of this."


Mordahl smiled. "Either that, or you shall transcribe, in detail, your personal knowledge of Alchemy to my staff. The knowledge you provide shall be to my liking and understanding, or you and your friend will remain here as my council and I depart for Sinifact." Mordahl tapped his finger against the sharp onyx edges of his mace. "So? What shall it be, Human? And also..." Mordahl leaned forward on his mace. "What is the Assassin's name?"





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