The Realm of The God's Creations. [Inactive]

Black nodded standing up adjusting his robe slightly, giving her a slight bow as he says, "It will be done immediately my Queen I won't disappoint you." Turning around he begins to walk at a faster pace through the entrance of the room. Guards that were of to either Side of him would stand to attention when he walked by.


Getting outside he walked a few feet away from the main gate as he then took in a deep breath slowly expanding his wings outwards, some of the feathers shuffled a bit as he a sigh of relief escaped Black. His wings slowly raise into the air as they push down propelling him upwards into the air at quite fast speeds for a lift off. The wind whipped by him, and then once again extending his wings outward to slow himself down. He flys to the main bridge that is the entrance to the city flying into a tunnel lined with torches on both sides. It seemed pitch black...and then...bam! Flying through a black wall he was outside by a bright green forest, the was under a mountain and the only entrance was through a cliff side.


He began to cast a spell which took a moment his hands moved in a fluent way as he then realeses it and a blue aura shot from his hands making a misty line that went traveling for miles, only he could see the line, it was a clairvoyance spell to show him the way to the kingdom of Haynn, leans forward as he shoots forward like a bullet flying through the sky.
 
Xiang mumbled softly as she watched the servant walk away before she walked back into the throne room, heading back towards her throne before she slumped down into it. Now, she just had to wait. She had all the required patience but at the same time she was anxious for the replies. This was a big deal to her after all! Her fingers shifted onto the arm before they began to dig within the stone.


After a few hours, the Queen had began to feel one of the few emotions she rarely felt. Anxiety. Her teeth bit into the flesh of her lightly painted lips as she groaned softly, the sounds of the advisers drowned out by her thoughts. 'Those letters, the replies I receive will determine the next step of this plan. Haynn or not I will have to discuss with the humans...However I am curious to what the king of Haynn is like' Xiang blinked slightly when one of her advisers coughed. "Your highness, there are some issues with the upcoming festival that we need to discuss." She sat up properly, her eyes blank as she nodded. From that point, she was far to busy with the discussion to worry.


@...me?


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The servant, dressed in the usual dark robes and tunics of the Eraendra kingdom landed upon the entrance to Ibberlain's castle grounds, his eyes staring at the large gates before he was met by guards. His voice, hollow and blank like most of his comrades spoke in a loud whisper, his weapons visible on his sides and his intention not to use them clear. "I have come to deliver a message from the Queen of Eraendra to your King." He told the guards before mentally sighing. Most Eraendra inhabitants were very anti social. "Please take me to the king so I may deliver this." That and he would have to return the message as Eraendra still remained hidden.


@Izaki Nakajima
 
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The guards were very suspicious of the unknown traveler and they were ready to attack the man in the intentions of killing him, he was a creature. Nothing more and nothing less. But him being from the Eraendra Kingdom caught there attention, the kingdoms whereabouts were unknown and having a personal servant from the Queen herself was very unusual as well. He also bared a message for their King, no doubt it was important for the people of Darkness barely took time in their day to communicate with Humans and Humans took the amazing amount of times in their day just to kill them. Of course the Queen of Eraendra knew this but why would she want to send a message to the very man that praised the killings of all creatures who were cursed in society to be that of lower level of Humans.


It was not in their jurisdiction to kill the Messenger, he carried a message that was for their King so they let the creature in and lead him the way to the room were the meeting was held. Of course the creature dressed in black did not say anything as he was lead down the halls of the castle, he stayed silent and never even took a glance around, he was only interested in handing over the message then returning home. As the guards entered the Meeting room with the stranger in black, the room was already dead silent, no one seemed interested in the Meeting for they talked about death and what was more depressing than that.


Isis was leaned into his chair with his elbow rested on the arm and his head placed into the palm of his hand. His eyes fixated on the black figure as they entered, he knew by the sight of his clothing that he was not from here. For the people of the Life Kingdom wore clothing with color, sometimes black was acceptable for missions and such but otherwise it wasn't popular. And by now the whole lot of them were looking at the black figure. "Who is this? I've heard no word of visitors coming to see me today, now explain this." The guards gave their king a straight forward answer on who the stranger was, they told him of where he was and why he had come here. "Is this so, Hmm~.....You in the black, what does your Queen want? She does now what we do over here right? We kill all kinds of creatures, so why risk your life rather than sending a trained bird?"


 
The servant of Eraendra said nothing as he was led through the intricate halls, his eyes glowed briefly under his hood as he kept his defenses up, his eyes scanning the two guards who mapped out the way to his target. The King. The heavy doors were forced open and the dark robed man pulled the hood from his head, revealing the pale features that had rarely touched light, eyes with haunting black circles under them as the misty blue orbs stared at the king with nothing. Absolutely nothing.


The guards spoke of his job before the man bowed, his arm resting across his waist before he stood upright, his lips pursed to a line as he waited a moment in the silence he sought comfort in. "Under the Queen of Eraendra's orders I am here only to deliver a message to you and if you wish, return a message in reply due to the fact our location is unknown." The man stepped forwards, pulling the delicately sealed letter from his sleeve as he presented the letter to him. He listened to the Mans questions of curiousity before almost a smirk came to his lips but instead, he remained still. "Her highness simply wishes to try and trust you all. She sent me due to the fact the bird could be followed. Your highness, the Queen sent me to deliver this letter. She knows full well what you humans do, specially after your previous kings killed her mother." He stated firmly, his tone having remained the same the whole time.
 
When Isis had come to join them, Elicia knew she won and she enjoyed it. Oh, how she enjoyed it. Giving him a brief glance of appreciation as he sat next to her. Originally, the Hunter Corps Captain and the King sat face to face; to show their equalized power in the meeting but for some reason, the King prefered to sit next to her. Annetta smiled her way, showing the Captain that she was more than pleased with the outcome. She was just about ready to start their meeting officially. "I thank you, Your Highness, for such kind words... I'm not worthy of them."


"Now we ha-" And then the doors opened, with the guards leading a strange man in. Elicia frowned but knew it wasn't her place to speak as she wasn't the one with highest ranking in the room. It was common courtesy to let the King address them rather than her. So she kept silent and simply awaited Isis to speak up, her eyes fixated at the newcomer. Who was he? Was it worth abrupting the meeting? Apparently he was of importance, the guards quickly explaining the situation. Elicia went from curious to pure hatred as she stared at the creature.


With her hand on her sword-hilt she got of the chair and stood vertically in front of the King, blocking any possible ways to the King but still letting the abomination in front of her see the King. She did not address the being nor interrupt it as it stepped forward and took the letter from its hands. "Take a step back, or I'll have to draw my sword." Her voice was cold, almost dead as she muttered the words, handing Isis the letter with her left hand.


She did not care if she seemed to disrespectful to the King nor his subordinates but the fact that a pest was in the presence of the King nonetheless in the castle made her wish she could vomit out the hate she had for the being with the Heart of the Hunters.
 
The repetition of the clock echo'd throughout the night. Tick, tock. he air had settled to absolute motionless. Tick, tock. Such peace, such serenity, it can drive a man to madness. Tick, to-. The calming sounds of the clock was rudely interrupted by the slamming of a door. The once calm air filled with the sent of rum and sweat. A large minator, standing more than seven feet tall made his way to the table, a firy passion in his eyes that burned of hatred. The beast thrust his hand through the middle of the desk, wrestling his hand out the rubble. "The gigs up Kha~, I told yah just to took that princes wallet so I could get me money back, not bloody Kill the man."


"My knife slipped"


"Bull crap. Don't press your luck mate~ I had a good gig going there, nice and stable trade of them 'special' medicines, now the god damn village is in shambles."


With a sarcastic grin on his face, Kha put his feet on the desk with his hands behind his head. "Look I'll cut you a deal, either you leave here now as it is, or a good cut of ya' throat?"


"You won't get ah chance boy!" With a forceful blow, the now furious minator flipped the desk knocking Kha backwards into the wall, barely phasing him. As he charged towards his location, Kha quickly remembered something, and with that memory he dove to the floor board right behind his desk, lifting it up, revealing an underground lake that was perfectly suited to a merfolk like him. With blinding violence, the minator fell strait though this opening.


The water was cold and unforgiving to most that were not suited to it, using this, Kha dove in after the minator, pinning up the the ceiling of the water below the other non-movable floorboards. The beast struggled for it's last gaps of air, clinging to life by a thread. With the last bit of air still in it's lungs, he made out the faint words, 'Damn you', Kha couldn't help but chuckle a bit. After those few moments, the struggle slowly and slowly began to subside and before too long the body had gone limp with death.


Without bothering to mess with the body, the merfolk arose from the lake, resealing the floor boards once back in the cabin. He put the desk back in it's original spot, trying not to mind the huge gaping hole in the middle. Once everything was back to it original location, he pulled out some parchment and a quill, swiftly writing a letter which he attached to his black hawk, the most faithful being he has ever seen. The message wrote " Dear Cézanne,


Meet me at the southern boarder at the land of fire, I don't do too well inside that furnace --M~"


(Not too sure I'm satisfied with this, but oh well :P )
 
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Isis


The King took the letter from the females hand, he didn't mind her rude introduction to the Creature, it was expected for the Captain to be very on guard during any situation and especially in front of her King. So she was doing her job well and every one could see the hate in her eyes, she truly had the most hate for Monsters out of all the others in the room. As the two spoke to each other, the king barely paid any attention to them for he had blocked them out to read the letter. The offer was intriguing but somewhat suspicious in a way, if the Queen wanted to meet him then why not come to set it up in a more formal way. Well, sending the letter was a much better way of arranging things, the Queen was smart for she knew if she came to the kingdom she would most likely be facing death.





His eyes fixated on the paper as his loyal Captain nagged on about her hate towards creatures, he thought for a moment about the invitation that was given to him. Of course the Queen would be bringing along some friends with her, the meeting wouldn't be held at her Kingdom so it would have to be someone else's, she was playing with fire. Of course the Queen did not take this little arranged meeting seriously, she probably thought of the new Ruler of Ibberlain to be a common fool. Though the thought of the Queen arranging this meeting only for giggles ticked him off, he could not turn down such an offer.





Isis slammed his hands on the circular table causing everything to go quite in the room, his head swiftly turned to the stranger in black and he stood their in place silent for a while. A smirk suddenly plastered his face, he made up his mind and intended to go to this meeting, he didn't care how much the Captain disagreed to the offer. "Tell your Highness that i agree to her offer but i need a full list of who will be attending this Meeting. I don't want to show up expecting only her and then there be a hundred Creatures ready with swords in the intent of killing me~"


Cézanne


The red head was suppose to be attending a meeting at the moment with the rest of the members of The Hunter Corps who held Titles but he decided not to go, he knew no one would miss a Deputy at the meetings. They usual just stood behind the others while they carried on with endless chatter, it was so boring that even The King would skip out at times. The air was fresh, not a cloud could be seen in the sky and everyone around seemed busy with everyday work. It was a peaceful place but the best of things was being able to see a peaceful place crumbling into shambles. But that day would have to wait, Humans were so interesting but they weren't the only ones, Creatures of the dark, nature, fire and all other sorts were interesting as well.





As he walked around aimlessly throughout the woods that was not to far from the entrance gate to Ibberlain. The sun shined down on the land and a screech could be heard from above, a black bird was gliding through the sky. With closer examination Cézanne noticed the bird belonged to no one other than The Head of Assassins, this made Cézanne wonder what Washiak wanted. The red head stretched his left arm out so the bird could safely land on his arm, after the bird did so Cézanne grabbed the letter and read it carefully. He let the bird go on his way and he turned heading straight for the destination, he intended to get their quickly so he decided he would have to transform to his true from a few times to make the trip at a quick pace.





After he had finally made the travel to the southern boarder at the land of fire, Cézanne looked around a couple of times and questioned what the other male wanted at a time like this. There was nothing going on at the moment that he knew of, he had tabs all around and he heard no word of interest yet. So why would Washiak would want with him but he waited patiently for the other to arrive to explain himself for calling. Of course he would cease from talking back to much or poking his noise where it didn't belong, he knew Washiak would scold him for doing so or even hit him out of the blue. He was tough like that and it was best to have Washiak as an ally rather than an enemy.
 
Flamewraith's dog had found someone. He was not sure who it was but he was waiting for something near where his own messages had said to meet him if they intended to hire him. Rising he called his hound back. Grabbing his glaive he set off at a slightly fast walking pace.


Getting closer to where the man was he slowed and came around a hill slowly to reveal himself first. Walking somewhat slowly he strode up. he halted some 10 feet away and spoke in a crackling voice" Are you here for somebody?" He twirled his glaive absently as his hound seemed to stare into the mans soul.
 
Elicia Arson


Foolish. Idiotic. Dumb. God, there was so many words Elicia wanted to scream out loud at the moment as she stared at Isis. Was he seriously about to risk his life so easily? Did he not know his position, the man didn't even have a wife nonetheless an heir! Who would replace him if he dies during the meeting?


These were one of the few thoughts going through Elicia's mind as she returned her gaze to the abomination. She did not care to listen to more of his blabber and thus pierced her gaze at the guards. "The message has been delivered and a response has been made, now lead the... thing... out of the castle... No, make sure he is out of the village to before returning here." Once again, her voice was cold and inhuman but with a sign of warmth against the guards; reassuring them that her tone weren't directed at them but rather the being next to them. The two guards gave a swift nod before turning to the being and leading it out of the meeting hall, continuing on their way to the castle gate.


Annetta, Elicia's secretary, did not smile no more; she was utterly pale as she took out some ink and paper. She knew that she had to write down every order issued before making sure that they were, indeed, taken care of. "This meeting is dismissed," Elicia's voice traveled through the now thick air, her gaze falling on the deputy of warriors,"I want five squads of warriors, all with at least five-years of experience, here by dawn. Assign three rangers at each gate of the castle. I need some assassins around the corner too but since both of our esteemed friends decided to skip out on the meeting; send a letter for them, could you Annetta?"


The obedient lady nodded as she quickly sent a maid to get some birds ready. "Take Esrelia and Armon for those two fools, they are probably the only birds capable of finding their whereabouts," Esrelia and Armon, the two royal birds were quite amazing with their abilities to track down their assigned masters, "You can all leave now..." It wasn't a invitation to leave but an order of high importance as most of them stumbled out of the room.


Annetta had also left to issue the orders, preparing some maids and a dressmaker for the Captain when she returns. After all, it was obvious she was coming with the King to the meeting. Elicia on the other hand had turned around with a gaze which showed no emotions as she addressed the King. "I'll make sure everything is ready for the journey, Your Highness. I'd recommend putting down your will while you are at it; in case something happens, especially since you have no heir. Anything else, Your Majesty?"


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Asrith Eler





"Claire of Haynn has been murdered by Ibberlain's Hunter Corps," Boring, "Joshua of Ibberlain has been captured and is currently held in our dungeons," Boring, "Smithens of Eraendra has been missing ever since his mission to infiltrate a human city." BORING.


What did one need to do for some fun around here, anyways? Same things, same stories and same events every single year. The Ibberlain King was a sore sight as they all were the same; greedy for power. Asrith did not find their wars amusing no more, nor their foolish decisions. Her own kingdom was not one to join a battle as they were almost out of reach for the humans. The castle was placed upon the highest mountain of the world, guarded by at least fourteen harpies at all times, and the only way to reach it was to fly up there. Though it wasn't rare for them to fly out and get shot by an arrow, poisonous at most times.


So when Asrith was sitting on her throne, guarded like a fragile diamond, listening at some fool reporting the same news as usual; she fell asleep to be awoken by a whisper. "I believe you have a visit to Eraendra scheduled, no?" Sylva's voice was a salvation for the bored Asrith and she smirked as she stepped down from her throne. "Indeed, prepare my dagger, and we shall be off."


Protests were heard from her advisers, they did not favor her dangerous solo visits to the reaper kingdom. Asrith had refused to let them follow her as she was entrusted the kingdom's location by the former Queen. And now Xiang was to be disturbed by her again. The young child always made her laugh, she was far to amusing to make Asrith stay away. Black was a sight to take also and she had constantly reassured them that if she had Sylva; she was safe.


And off they went, leaving Asrith in her humanoid form as she traveled on Sylva's back. The dragon was a mighty friend and a dangerous foe but no one dared to attack it. When they had arrived, a few words spoken by Asrith and they had come to be in the castle of Eraendra; on their way to Xiang. One of the many servants recognized the two and lead them to the Queen without a word spoken from Asrith. It was foolish to attack her, she was far to powerful even if she acted out of place for a ruler. "Xiang ~ My dear Xiang ~" Asrith sang amused as she looked at the girl and her advisers, "I do believe you will spare some time for me, no?"
 
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Skirts fluttered as Xiang paced to still her growing boredom. She had to admit, the position of Queen was not one of fun and joy, it was tough and decision had to be carefully picked, concentration had to never falter. Her fingers curled further into the knee length kimono's silk, her brown eyes staring back at the window. Was Black captured? Maybe he was taken prisoner. One could never tell with the Haynn people and their near constant blood lust.


Her lips curled slightly to a frown for her guards safety, her eyes still their usual dull, unpolished colour as she could only stare, ignoring the worry glances of the advisers. The only thing that disrupted the 'teenage' Queen was a familiar voice echoing through the halls. Asrith. Possibly the only creature outside of her kingdom which knew how to find it. She turned on her spot, her eyes dulling slightly as she smiled faintly.


The Queen of the kingdom looked at Asrith, the woman who knew her mother so well. "Asrith...It is nice to see you again." She whispered faintly, walking up to her with a nod. Dismissing her advisers she could only seem a lot more emotional than the blank slate it usually was. "How are you?" Xiang had calmed a lot with the woman's presence.


Pausing, her look becoming a lot dark she turned away, unable to face the woman who knew her mother and so knew how she died. Specially not with the plan she was conducting. "Asrith, I have contacted the humans of Ibberlain in hopes of a meeting...I wish to...well, find a compromise so they do not harm my people any more." The silence appeared once more as the girl began to struggle to continue her words. "Do you hate me for talking to them? You were my mothers closest friend and they her killer.. Asrith, I wish to ask that you accompany me to meet with them if they accept." After all, Xiang trusted Asrith.





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The servant of Eraendra nodded before he turned on his heels, swiftly bowing before his departure. Once out of the kingdom he could do nothing but smirk. Humans were amusing, specially to those who lived a lot longer than them. He began to travel the return trip to the kingdom of Eraendra, shielding his tracks as he headed there slowly.


 
Rock arrived the city of Terria.He left two weeks ago.He was on his latest job he received from his king and his friend Barthous Darden.He left with ten members of the military.Now there are only four.Himself,his oldest friend Jade the ladybug,two minotaurs,and a human prisoner.


He was stoped by the giant stone gate.He looked up to see the gatekeeper.A small mass poped over the wall and asked "whats the password"?One of the minotaurs walked in front of Rock and said "Rock solid".The small mass disapeared then the gate started to rise.


The city of Terria started to appear before them.They walked through the gate into the city.Jade flew off Rock then headed for the castle "Creazy flying Rock".Rock looked back at the minotaurs "give me the prisoner,while you guys get ready for our next job".Rock started to walk to the castle.After walking for about ten minutes he arrived at the castle gate.


He knocked at the gate then the gate opened to the courtyard.It was full of rock golems and other minotaurs.He walked through with no trouble.He already knows where Barthous is at the hour.Usually hes in the throne room.He opened the double doors to the throne room.The first thing he said to the throne room "I need Barthous I have information that he needs to know".


(I'll post a intro for my other characters wednesday at the earliest)
 
As the sun was at the peak of its day, the cabin Washiak resided in was cloaked in the shadow of a mountain, and he made his departure from the south eastern part of the boarder. It would only take a few moments for him to approach Cezanne's location, but he had to be wary, being so far from home in such a hostile area. He made sure to examine every possible location for possible guards or civilians, he wanted as little blood to be spilled today, not wanting to soil his shirt.


Once Cezanne was in range of view, he caught eye of some random individual, obviously speaking to one another. The wind brought the sound of the other's voice, speaking of 'waiting for someone'. The now slow decent of the sun was to his advantage, starting to cover the lot of them in the cloak of shadow. He quickly made his way to the rear of Cezanne, being back to back as to avoid contact with the mysterious man.


"Tell him to screw off mate" He quickly made himself appear to just be leaning on Cezanne's back, peacefully whistle a soft tone.
 
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Isis


Of course his The Captain of the Hunter Corps would be doubting his abilities, he bet most people saw him as a brat who got lucky with being the heir to the throne once the previous king had passed but they all forgot he was part of the Hunter Corps to once, so he knew how to think like one. And there was always room for a bit of fun and being opened minded, he knew he wouldn't try anything with the meeting that was to be arranged and though it was a great opportunity for an attack, it was also a great opportunity for the creatures to kill him off. Thats why he wanted to come prepared, both sides would be on their toes at the meeting, to put it simple no one trusted anyone outside their own kind. They were all going to bring a group to help them out if things got rough or if anyone tried a single attack but Isis was no acceptation, he also planned on bringing some of his men.


 But he was a bit too cocky and proud to bring an army of men, instead he would go with just Elicia. She was the captain of the hunter corps and very skilled but seeing as how she was a women most people underestimated her, showing up with one women to protect him would definitely show those creatures how absolutely non-serious he was about the meeting. He knew that might cause some arguments in the room and he loved conflict, to him he thought of the meting as a personal side show of entertainment for him. "Captain Arson, so doubtful of your king. How loyal of you. Their is one more thing i need of you, You'll accompany me in this meeting, no one else is to come either. That is all, notify me once Xiang has sent me another message of where this meeting will be taking place."


Cezanne


As he waited for his superior to arrive he was greeted by a mysterious figure, he seemed to be a fire elemental or something from the lands of fire for his body was burning or entirely made of lava. Whatever the case he was definitely part of the lands of fire and Cezanne didn't know weather to take his greeting as a welcome or a 'Get the hell out of here' greeting and he didn't want to find out. The mysterious figure was tall, he looked intimidating and his beast/dog looked like it could rib someone to shreds. Cezanne wasn't in the mood or the condition to make enemies with anyone at the moment, to be honest he preferred to watch people fight rather himself getting into one.





As he was about to answer the man's question he suddenly felt someone leaning against his back, of course it was his superior officer who had summoned him here in the first place. Washiak told him to reply the other male with harsh words that would probably piss a guy off, his superior summoned him for a reason and he obviously didn't want anyone to join in on their conversations. Cezanne didn't even know if the guy who seemed to be on fire even knew that Washiak was behind him but if he did he didn't seem to care and Cezanne hoped that he wasn't trespassing on any land that was already claimed by another. The silence was going on for far too long, Cezanne had to speak or things would get more awkward than they already were. "Meeting someone? No, not me. I'm just looking at the sites, well what's left of the land of fire anyway."


In the lands of Fire there wasn't much but rock's and dangerous areas that contained enormous amounts of lava, it was the ideal place to live for humans or any other creature that wasn't a fire elemental, phoenix, or dragon. The lands of fire were comforting though to Cezanne, the heat was absolutely energizing and relaxing to him. He felt much like home but of course he would never go back, the creatures beyond the land of fire were to much fun for him. He loved toying with them and watching the world go by as it sunk deeper and deeper into the depths of 'War'. Well war was what he hoped for in the end of things. He started to wonder what his superior wanted to talk about that was so important that it needed to be held in a place were life was little and the population was low. Was it that important or was Washiak just bored and wanted to go kill something?
 
Elicia Arson


Elicia expected everything, anything but what Isis dared to say. Did he believe that just because he was king, she would be but a mere pawn? This man infuriated her as she stared with disbelief at him. As if it was not enough that he dared to play with his life, he tried to take hers? Surely he could not be serious. And so she laughed, and laughed and laughed until she could not breath no more. Tears had leaked from her eyes as she calmed down, merely chuckling at the king. She stared and stared, waiting for him to crack the next joke but no, he simply waited for her to answer him.


Elicia could not help but sigh before shaking her head. One bow, a quick mutter of a greeting and she was out of the door. A nearby maid scurried past her to be stopped and ordered to search for Annetta. "Send her to my room. Also please try to catch the deputy of warriors and tell him to dismiss my order." Her tone made the small lady shudder in fright, it was not nearly as cold as before; no it was so poisonous that one could not help but worry about their life. As angered as one could be, she could not betray him. No, she was bound by her word as the Captain of the Hunter Corps. She could not, because she was truly but a mere pawn in this game of power.


Asrith Eler





Asrith took a breath of the fresh air as she spared her niece a glance of curiosity. She did not find the humans at fault for the death of her friend, no, she did find them to be guilty yet innocent at the same time. Asrith was a complex being, and the thoughts she shares are mere fractures of it. A quick glance one may call it so when she turned around looking at each of the advisers face, taking in their fear of letting the Queen of their kingdom go made her smile. Oh, how she loved the fearsome gazes she was thrown as she walked over to a cushion seat. Nothing compared to her throne but it gave the perfect view, making her able to see everything from a new perspective.


But then again, Asrith always found silence to be the worst torture as she continued to observe Xiang and those that surrounded her. Sylva on the other hand smirked at her actions. "Asrith... I do believe that Xiang wouldn't appreciate your games..." Her voice echoed in the room before she walked over to a seat herself and without a care, she ungraciously sat down; stretching her legs and arms. She had received glances from the nearby guards and with a chuckle, she raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with my ethics, boy?" The closest of them muttered,"No, Ma'am..." and fidgeted under her stare. "Ah, I believed so..."


Asrith amused herself over her dear blood-sister and with a sigh, she layed her eyes on Xiang. A thick silence echoed through the room, a deep breath taken by Sylva as she could also feel the tension. They all wanted to know her reaction, Asrith; the friend of Xiang's mother... Would she simply leave her to death?


"I do not understand why you tire yourselves over the humans but you can't stop something that has already been set in motion I suppose. Do not worry, I'm not one to interfere with politics; they bore me to death! But... I'd like to see this... this king of the humans..."
 
( sorry for my inactivity my Hardrive melted down. i am logging on when i can.)


Flamewraith glance at the man and sighed. He did not see the world normally but saw it in heat. He wearily called out " Whoever it is that is trying to be sneaky know that i know you are there. Shadows don't hide you from me. As for you well that is a disappointment. I was hoping to have been hired sometime soon."


He impaled the three foot blade of his glaive in the ground and drew a pattern of fire in the air with his claws and the fire they made. His hound sniffed suspiciously at the air before shifting nervously. The dog was massive for a dog at 4 feet at the shoulders but hated the smell of rain and water. Witch was present in the form of a nearby stream. Flamewraith spared a glance to the creature before looking at the pair, his eyes seeming to look through them.
 
Xiang remained motionless through the silence, the tension that built up between the two rulers equally, her fingers twitching slightly being the only action she made in this situation. After all, this silence was her fault, the reason for it being her own words to her mothers friend. She sighed softly, gently curling some of her hair between her fingers as she glanced back to the window. It was such a soothing sight, the glass with little light coming through with it glowed with a mix match of colours, a sight her mother created.


She turned to watch Sylvia, her guards stumbling with their words as she simply tilted her head, curious to why they reacted in such a way. Normally, the people of Eraendra were barely provided one with a sight of their emotions. Xiang nodded slightly before she listened to Asrith, her brown eyes looking over at the other Queen.


Smiling slightly she nodded. "Thank you Asrith." She murmured in response before the servant she had sent to Ibberlain returned. He walked inside before bowing before Xiang, head lowered. The Queen glanced over at him before motioning for him to speak. He stood, his matted hair smoothed back from his exhaustion, the travel having took its toll. "Your highness, he has agreed to the meeting. "





In short, Xiang was shocked beyond belief at that. After all, she had expected a no from the king. She paused, her eyes narrowing before she nodded. "I understand, please go inform the bird keepers to send a message about the details and date." She paused. "Go and rest. Thank you for your hard work" He vanished, and with that the meeting location was sent to Ibberlain.


A borderline town of Ibberlain and Eraendra.


Turning back to Asrith she nodded slightly before she headed over to the seats, gently seating herself down as she sighed softly, a frown on her lips. Now, she only awaited Black and his return. It was clear to most how she was concerned for the man, mostly due to the fact the Haynn people could be violent in general! She could only hope he returned, good answer or not.
 
Washiak stepped from behind the man with some giggles escaping his lips. "I knew there was more than one reason why I avoid this hell hole." He spat on the ground, rubbing it into the dusty ground. "Funny how you things work, I can move without the dust following. 'Like you guys are cheating the system or something." He saw the mutt cower back at the sight of himself, a grin crossing his face. "Well sorry ash bucket, but I a'int hiring someone by the likes of you."


Washiak had to be on his toes with this one, he knew that the disadvantage was his own, being next to a smoldering, hell like place. His options are limited, especially if he manages to piss the man off and attack. He never had a fight with a thing, his only option being a tiny stream which looks like it couldn't even hold but a few fish.
 
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" Ash bucket?! You seek a fight i take it?" Flamewraith roared, his calm melting to raw fury. He was like many fire creatures and angered quickly. His hound growled and displayed foot long daggers of glowing orange. He himself drew his glaive from the ground, its blade glowing with his fury. " I have killed for less insults then that!"


Nearby a wellspring of lava erupted and drew forth a copy of his hound. The flame wolves where technically fire elemental, but where not as intelligent. Hunting alongside masters or in packs their one interesting ability was to travel instantly between lava pools anywhere. They also where drawn to any enraged fire creature. Flamewraith served as a beacon to their kind and more would soon arrive. Flamewraith himself glowed with a incandescent fury at the mans insult. He also gave off a strange dark cloud of smoke like substance into the air.
 
Cezanne


He wasn't much in the mood for a fight, he actually hoped that his superior could contain himself more and learn to behave. Cezanne saw no other choice than to apologize for Washiak himself, he knew how stubborn his boss could be and wasn't going to let Washiak's big mouth be the cause of his death. Even though his plan was a bit cowardice in others eyes, he still had no intentions of dying for the sake of Washiak and if it had to come to it Cezanne would be by his superior's side to help if they went in battle. But it was better to avoid as much confrontation as possible, didn't Washiak get all his blood lust satisfactions when he went on missions ordered by the king or captain?


Washiak was truly reckless in a way, he never thought about what he says and what my be the affect or did that nut job really insult a fire elemental just for kicks. Cezanne's eyes diverted to the lava pool that had transformed into a mirror image of the Hound, he knew what this was for he grew up in the kingdom of fire. These hounds, like most other fire elemental animals, could transport from one lava pool to the next, There bodies broke down into liquid and traveled with the waves of heat until they hit a destination of their liking, though it wasn't a powerful move it was a move that came into use when wanting to ambush someone. Today was just full of pains with these nuisance of fighting and the insults that Washiak threw around, he never knew when to keep quite.





"Lets not get reckless here, I know Washiak can never keep his mouth shut so please let us go. We'll leave the area without a problem and i promise you won't have to see our faces again." That was the best he could come up with, his yellow eyes stayed on the fire elemental so he wouldn't get the chance to give them a surprise attack but mostly anyone from the land of fire resorted to full on attacks that were never really planned out. He sighed softly, when he woke up this morning he wasn't expecting to have to deal with Washiak's messes.


Isis After his fierce captain had left the meeting room in a sour mood, he decided it would be a perfect opportunity to go about the kingdom and take in it's beauty. He had nothing better to do at the moment other than wait for a message from Xiang, he was a bit pleased with the opportunity to meet a few rulers from other lands and was thrilled to be there to represent the Humans on their behalf. He knew he would most likely be the most hated out of the group for he was arrogant, stereotypical, disrespectful to most creatures, and he never quite knew when to shut his mouth. But on the other hand he had his powerful Captain there to protect him in any situation, he himself also was well equipped with weapons. Though he doubted there would be any serious fights, this was a rare occasion and most creatures would be on there guard. They would all be weary of the situation and even himself, it was indeed a strange meeting but it also would turn to be an interesting one at least.
 
Washiak couldn't help but contain these little giggles, they escaped his mouth in even the most crucial of times.


"Oh Cezanne, you will never get my tongue." He shook his head as he patted Cezanne's shoulder. "If I want you to cower up for me I'll make sure ta' let you know." He stopped patting as drew his dagger, pointing it up at the lava beast. "You don't get the nature of the business thing. Ya' can't get hot like that, ya' can't care of what another man thinks of ya'. You're not there to kill, you're there to be a message. 'Can be the silent type, or 'can be something better." He took the dagger and threw it into its sheath, taking that same hand and pounding it to his chest. "And ya' can guess which one I am~"


His body language shifted back to his relaxed, slouched back nature. "Now you better scram off, ya' failed a test here today. My test."


Disregarding the mans existence, he turned back to Cezanne, taking the back of his hand strait across his face. "Ya'v also failed one today. No matter the skill you got in your bones, if you don't know the nature you're better off dead and I'm better off with the drunk at the pub as my second hand."
 
Flamewraith growled and suddenly he was not alone. Over a dozen of the flame hounds where drawn from the polls around them as the command, spoken in the language of fire, reached far. Larger creatures deeper in who knew Flamewraith would soon hear of this. As for the elemental himself he raised his glaive and pointed it at the one who seemed to be in charge and dared insult him.


" Face me in one on one coward. I know your type. Warriors who disdain the light and flame of open war. You must be a assassin of some type. To come here armed with but a dagger. And to meet in the edges of our lands where no humans live. A true coward then. I know what you must be thinking of me. A stupid Flamer. To dum to know anything. Well know this. I open a challenge for one or the other to answer." Flamewraith growled in the language of humans. Many thought him stupid. Few voiced it. and of those that did few had ever survived.
 
Cezanne frowned slightly as his superior insisted on battle, for now he would let Washiak get all the blood lust out of him and hopefully once he was done then they could go on there way. Washiak truly had no intentions of giving up and though he knew nothing of the power of his opponent, he still insisted for a fight. But Cezanne was shocked when Washiak took the time to turn around and strike his Deputy but for what reason, all he had done was look out for his best interests. Cezanne stayed silent for a bit, he didn't consider the thought that Washiak would ever strike him. But then again his superior was overconfident and did things without thinking, of course Washiak had no problem with taking charge either. How did he ever agree to be a Deputy to a man like Washiak?





"Cower? I like to relate the matter to common sense sir, something you lack of." He truly did think that his advise on avoiding confrontation with Flamewraith was for the best, they both lacked knowledge of their opponent and he wasn't about to risk his life for a petty fight like this. He guessed he would probably get hit again or something even worse for speaking out of term but he was tough so he could handle it. All he was there to do was to study other beings, though he did seem to become attached to his superior while working with Washiak. He was the only person Cezanne listened to at times. "Now can we please go on our way?" He looked over to Flamewraith as he began to speak and by his words Cezanne could tell that they wouldn't leave here without fighting but Cezanne wouldn't be apart of it. He sighed softly as he looked at his superior, he had caused so much trouble in one little meeting. What a pain he was at times.
 
The mind of Washiak was flooding with thoughts, anger, frustration, and disappointment. Though these thoughts ran wild, the tone of this heat stricken air kept Washiak silent. He only put his arm around Cezanne to spin him around, facing in the direction of his cabin. Without the bother of turning his head to the beast "I don't call it cowering, I call it being better then the other,"


The joking, sarcastic vibe to his voice had subsided, only speaking in a serious whisper to his associate. "I think you fail to understand my motives. But, before we worry about that, let's make sure we ain't killed by something by the looks of him. I've never gotten in a rustle with something like that." Subtly, Washiak picked up his pace to the cabin, hoping they would escape this issue.
 
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