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Post by Eaon on Oct 10, 2009 1:13:27 GMT -5
How long had it been since Eaon had walked the halls of Darkeness? How long had it been since he'd set foot inside of the City of Chaos without the ideas of conquering it? It hadn't happened since Eaon had been captured, and it hadn't happened since he had become a Knight of Trinity. However Eaon had a slight problem with the current circumstances of the events, from seemingly no where, black ships had risen and destroyed his blockades, dropped off troops and fought off the Trinity Armies forcing them into retreat into the City of Chaos.
Eaon knew not what had happened to the Council or what was going on in the Trinity homelands, just that he was in a bad place once again and the only way they were going to survive this new swarm was by using the powers of both all of Trinity and Chaos together. Despite being completely clad in battle armor, blade still stained with the blood of soldiers Eaon awaited knowing Zeia was alive and very much in control of the present day situation of this City. The distinct lack of Kings or say to royalty was a pretty good sign he was in control and the entire Throne area reeked of his manner of Darke Magics.
Still despite the need for someone with some sense, or some people who could fight a war it would seem like everyone in this city would have some way of doing that. However there was a distinct problem in that the two sides for the last two thousand years at least had been at war and their great crusade in a matter of moments was forced into a retreat by soldiers carrying weapons that was far more advanced than their own. On top of that Eaon's personal bodyguards had been killed off by some sort of strange flying machine that made Eaon worried that they didn't even really need to lay siege to the city if they didn't need to. Their only hope was in each other, yet Eaon didn't even know who was and wasn't yet alive.
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Post by Keita Zaitou on Oct 10, 2009 1:34:43 GMT -5
What was happening? Before Keita knew what was happening he was flying through the air head first. What had just hit him? He had to do something. He leaned his head backwards to see where his body was being shot towards. "shiz!" He pushed his legs up to flip his body with a telekinetic pull. He turned to see a building and large glass windows directly in front of him. It was the large throne room windows he was aimed at. He pulled his arms towards his chest to brace for the impact and his swords Raiko and Boshoku slashed madly at the windows.
Glass shattered and shards spewed all over the throne room. Keita flipped his body and used his telekinesis to push against the ground to soften his landing. His feet hit the ground lightly and he spread his arms wide pushing his blades away from him and moving any falling glass from his body to avoid injury. He held still momentarily with his head towards the ground. What had hit him? What was that? He tried to slow his breathing and calm down. He'd never seen anything quite like it... He finally calmed down and lifted his head to see a man completely clad in armor. He straighten his back and stood up straight just as he expected from his knights. "Who are you?"
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Post by Mr. Hetchricks on Oct 10, 2009 2:10:41 GMT -5
Head Magus Burakumin Hetchricks walked two and a half paces behind Head Knighte Eaon, walking for his second time into the Halls of Darkness. The first time had been a hundred and sixty years previously,during the coronation of one of the chaos kings that had long since been killed and replaced by somebody else. The architecture was still the same, the curtains had been replaced with ones made entirely out of chain-mail to protect from snipers, and the carpets had been replaced due to standard wear and tear. Otherwise, things were exactly as Burak had remembered them. He could almost make out every detail of the day of the coronation, including the exact space where he had stood, five soldiers from the throne room doors on the right side. The flair, the trumpets, the roaring crowd, and the guards stationed below to quell any riot that may have occurred. But that was sixteen decades prior to the current crisis, and it was time to live in the present. And it was just in time too, seeing as a man flew through a window at high velocity. The man tried to prevent his death with a spell from the path of Will, And Burak, being the charitable man that he was, used his own magic to help the person right himself. The obvious question was then asked, and Burak gave the prepared response.
"I am Burakumin Hetchricks, Head Magus of the Trinity forces, and my colleague here is Head Knighte Father Eaon Norellia, 'The Pure of Heart'. Who are you? The question that Burak replied with was asked in an quizzical inflection, with the obvious tint of confusion added in for good measure. The attack that had been launched by these mysterious forces had been swift and brutal, taking the lives of the majority of the remaining Chaos forces almost instantly. It had been an puzzling day, but the real oddities of the day had just begun.
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Post by Lord Zeia on Oct 10, 2009 2:23:05 GMT -5
His blackened steps haunted the ground beneath his feet as click after click, step after step, a haunting chill would descend upon them from above. New beings had arrived, and not just the ones who stood calmly below him now, getting aquainted with each other being forced to rely on one another as if their very lives depended on it which, there was a good chance that was actually the case.
A black hood completely pulled over his face shadowed him not just from the enemies, but from his own side. His demonic blade at his side, he would be ready this time in the off chance Eaon attacked him again. There would be nothing saving anyone now, for Zeia had grown wise in captivity and now once again hell was at his door and Zeia was more than willing to lead every man, woman, and child to the grave in order to secure the City of Chaos, in fact he'd already developed a plan from watching his enemies make their moves. It was indeed the case that this old man who's power had so far been completely unchallenged by his enemies did find a weakness to an enemy who's pure technological might had shattered the entire Crusade against him.
Zeia only saw Eaon, that was the only person he cared about in the entire room. His life was dedicated to creating the perfect apprentice and he'd done so in Eaon, except he'd been betrayed and even in his ultimate form Zeia had become crippled and blind. As Zeia descended into the room with the others he held up his right hand and the glass shards from all over the room and in Keita's clothes and hair pulled free and floated in the air falling into place like pieces of a puzzle where they'd been broken from. A bright blue light erupted from the cracks and in an instant the glass repaired itself the window was whole again.
"While I don't think an introduction is necessary, I am Lord Zeia. How ironic it is, that I find a traitor and an old man lost in my halls this day."
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Post by Lord Reivaan on Oct 10, 2009 19:17:24 GMT -5
The view from the heavens was something unimaginable to the heathens below. The sparkling seas, the distant forests, mountains, and plains, they were something that these people had never seen from so high before unless they'd become dragon riders. Even dragons were out gunned by they, the death from the skies, they were the infamous fliers of the the South. They'd been shipped and unloaded on the beaches of their camp from the landing parties and now they were on a mission to scout and strike terror into the heart of their enemies.
From cloud level they dove down from the skies above the City of Chaos, it was their primary target as they knew it currently had an active army. Unlike the rest of the group who's plan was to dive bomb the city and terrorize the citizens in an attempt to break their will, Alpha had another objective, his was to send a message to the leaders and as such he chose to attack the Thrones of Chaos itself. His guns were armed and his bombs were hot, but his most special weapon was a near perfect mix to cause pain and suffering as it killed off a high percent of people.
Diving down he opened fire with his guns,ammunition rained in the windows and chipped away the architecture of the building. His bombs were released as they smashed into the Castle exploding on contact and finally his most dangerous weapon. What looked to be another bomb fell and opened up then fired thirty canisters off in every direction each hit the ground and a green gas released from them. It was designed to burn away the flesh and melt the internal systems particularly the throat and brain once inhaled.
As Alpha pulled up and away he saw a streak of lightning fire from the ground and hit the cloth wing of one of his men. The wing burst into flames (as the ships with the exception of where the pilot was and the engines were completely made of cloth and wood to be as light as possible). The Flier crashed hard into the ground and Alpha knew he was dead, but he'd accomplished his mission over the Arena, the markets, the Thrones, and the very gates themselves had been bombed, gassed, and the people in the immediate area gunned down. The City of Chaos was again in a panic!
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Post by Keita Zaitou on Oct 11, 2009 2:00:13 GMT -5
"Forgive me mage. I did not see you there." He looked at the two figures again, "Wait... you're Father Eaon?" Keita instantly dropped to his knees and drove his sword Raiko into the ground and lowered his head. "I am one of the five kings of chaos. My name is Keita Zaitou. I was in search of you, the head knight of trinity. This war does not seem nece-"
Before his sentence could be finished Keita felt his hair and clothes shift slightly. He stood and turned to see the window being repaired. He turned his body further to see Lord Zeia. Zeia was no leader, he was merely a power corrupt man, he opened his mouth to speak to him once he had introduced himself but before he could the entire ground and throne room began shaking. Pieces of the roof had begun falling. He looked up and thrust his arm into the air, Boshoku shot upwards splitting a large chunk of stone into smaller pieces. As the stones continued falling Keita spread his arms apart from each other and a large dome shield created completely from his swords surrounded him. Once the shaking had stopped the swords moved away and Keita stepped out from his makeshift shelter and looked back around the room to see how the others had fared.
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Post by Mr. Hetchricks on Oct 11, 2009 12:50:37 GMT -5
The Man who had been flung through the window dusted himself off, Introduced himself to the two of them as Keita Zaitou, Chaos King. A quick ping from Burak determined that the man had no intention of treachery, however during his ping he also detected somebody new. A quick glance upwards showed the face of the grand criminal of the city of Chaos, Lord Zeia. The man repaired the window in an instant, not something Burak hadn't seen before, but still slightly impressive. What was impressive wasn't that he just threw the pieces in place, however, but that every shard of glass was fitted into it's original position, recreating the pattern in the glass in exact detail. The man had power with magic, He would be a difficult opponent, and a powerful ally, but both Burak and Eaon would have to be resistant to his wiles lest they be trapped in his fist. Zeia spoke then, saying "While I don't think an introduction is necessary, I am Lord Zeia. How ironic it is, that I find a traitor and an old man lost in my halls this day." This statement sent Burak into a swirling vortex of thought, focused upon one central question: How does he know me? Shortly thereafter, Burak gathered his thoughts and spoke in reply.
"Why it's the man in charge of chaos itself, and THAT'S the real irony here. A man believes he can control that which is, by very definition, uncontrollable. Before we continue this conversation, remember that I am indeed an old man by your standards, and as such I have had many more years to practice the control of magic then you have." Burak was about to continue further when the ceiling began to quake, and Burak had to stop speaking for a short time while the roof caved in. A large chunk of stone was about to fall directly upon Burak and Eaon's location, but Burak acted fast and spun the force of the path of Will around the stone, quickly shunting the section of rock behind them harmlessly. While the dust was still in the air, Burak spoke again. "We have wasted enough time battling between us for that to continue now with a new enemy upon the horizon, I suggest that we get the city's defenses bolstered with the men we brought in, and start making a plan. Whatever problems each of us may have with the others should be shunted aside now in the interest of survival in the face of this new threat." The dust began to settle while Burak was speaking, and he was able to make out that Lord Keita had been able to survive using a barrier of blades. Zeia, however, was still obscured by the dust, and Burak could only get his location through Pinging.
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Post by Seiji on Oct 11, 2009 18:14:46 GMT -5
It was that time of month again. Time to report to some of the "Royalty" who ruled Chaos. He shook his head as he thought about how weak they truly were. Not one was truly powerful they were just bad rulers. He wished he could find a lord who could actually do something. Not just waste his and everyone elses time. He placed his hand on the door to enter the thrown room. Than he heard the voices on the other side of the door.
"Lord Zeia? Who the he..."
Seiji was caught off guard when the planes flew down and gunned the thrown room. The bullets he could hear were slowly getting closer to his position. He knew that the guards who stood next to him had little to no chance to get out of the way before they were shot. Seiji had no idea what the hell was going on, but he decided to do the best he could. He jumped back just in time before the guards were shot.
"What is this?"
Seiji watched as bullet holes pierced the walls. He knew that if whatever was putting those holes in the wall would have no problem with his human skin and it would take to long to change into his demon form. He had to keep leaping back as fast as he could. Seiji charged a blast in his left hand and shot it out whatever was shooting at them. The blast would miss as the planes would retreat just as Seiji shot his blast. Once the bullets stopped coming Seiji knew he had to do something.
"Hell no, your not getting away without more casualties."
Seiji ran towards a window that was about ten feet tall and jumped out and removed his cutlass from his waist and stabbed into the wall. He watched as they planes flew off and he charged another beam and fired it at one of the bombers hoping to shoot it down. His mind raced with questions as he tried to figure out what was going on. The blast would rush towards the plane however if it hit Seiji did not know as he removed his blade and fell until he saw another window. He grabbed onto the ledge and pulled himself into the window.
"Maybe someone in that room can tell me what the hell is going on."
Seiji looked out the window watching well the chaos that was taking place in Chaos. A bit redundant he began to ran towards the stairs and towards the throne room. When he reached the doors the guards who he stood next to less than five minutes ago were dead. He pushed open the big doors with ease and looked at everyone in the room. He recognized Keita, but the others were strangers were to him.
"What were those monsters?"
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Post by Eaon on Oct 11, 2009 19:29:22 GMT -5
The glass Zeia had fixed yet again was shattered by a rain of bullets shattered the floor and windows. Buark and Keita both in their own way shielded the others from falling debris as something had hit the building and exploded. Zeia and Eaon both responded in perfect sync like two parts of the same entity, using their telekinetic powers to stop many of the bullets in mid air keeping fatal shots from firing into the room.
Eaon had ignored both Zeia and the others for the most part, waiting to see who all would come up, their last person seemed like a pretty good fighter, it would probably be a good idea to keep him close as well as all the others. They were trapped within a city and judging by the screams and gasses rising from the city itself they were not to escape ever. They'd have to both attack and defend at the same time and prevent the enemies from catching them off guard, they had perhaps five thousand troopers at the most left from Trinity, their naval fleet was sunk, and now they were trapped it seemed pretty hopeless, but Eaon decided to stay quiet and see what everyone else thought of the situation.
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Post by Keita Zaitou on Oct 11, 2009 23:26:42 GMT -5
Shaking buildings, explosions, falling debris, shattering glass and bullets. What the hell was going on. No one seemed to know what was going on here, and Keita was sure as hell he didn't know. After all, he was simply the guy thrown through a window. Which was once again shattered.
Although once the window was shattered for the second time he became confused, Father Eaon and Lord Zeia seemingly reacted in the same exact way. Why? Suddenly the head Naval Commander stormed the room and started shouting. "Seji! Be still!" Keita looked to Eaon then Lord Zeia. "Do either of you know what is happening?"
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Post by Mr. Hetchricks on Oct 13, 2009 23:48:38 GMT -5
A man burst through the doors, and before Burak had finished processing the thought he had whipped around and slid his Spiked chain partially off of its back sheath, before Keita shut the man up. "Seiji! Be still!" The name churned in Burak's head for a moment before he remembered the title. Admiral Seiji, now without a fleet. "Do either of you know what is happening?" Keita was directing the question at the other two humans in the room, Eaon and Zeia, but Burak had the answer, so the burden of the distribution of knowledge fell to him. So, Burak stepped toward Keita, just one step while re-sheathing his chain, then he spoke in reply.
"Lord Keita, What happened is that after the battle at the gate some ships that sail without sails and are made of Iron sailed into your cities harbor, instantly smashing the remnants of your navy and our blockade at the same time. Then, straight-winged birds appeared in masses throughout the sky, sending death into the remnants of your army while ours made it into your fair city. Now we are setting up a desperate defense for our very survival, and without any sort of information about who our attackers really are. All the scouts we sent out to investigate on flying steeds were killed by their straight-winged birds, and the conditions outside the immediate vicinity of your city walls in currently unknown. We are being attacked from the air and sea, it is only a matter of time before they land troops. The situation is grim, Gentlemen, we need to prepare for the worst. Do you people have an immediately available map room? If we can create a strategy for our defense, we have at least a slim chance for victory."
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Post by Seiji on Oct 14, 2009 0:12:05 GMT -5
Seiji kneeled to Keita and replied "Yes my liege." He stood up from his knee and looked around the room. He figured easily who lord Zeia was. The old man in the robes. He figured the other two were high ranked Trinity warriors. They each held a specific trait that dignified them. Each one in a differant way. The man who talked about battle plans seemed wise while the other man seemed more powerful. He figured he was with Eaon head of the Trinity knights and Burak the head mage.
"Oh joy." Seifer would say aloud not trying to hide his overwhelming joy for being in the same room of two nobles of Trinity. His hand occasionally strayes to the handle of his cutlass. He imagined just how powerful Eaon was. He had heard stories, but didn't quite believe them. Eaon was rumored to be the greatest warrior Trinity and mostly that Chaos had ever seen and his master was none other than Lord Zeia who stood in the room with them. Lord Zeia had been betrayed by Eaon which meant bad blood.
Seiji looked at them both knowing a lot could set one of them off right now. He wondered who would win if Seiji attacked right now. While he wasn't paying attention to him at all. No, Seiji shook the thought off. They would be needed to repel whatever these monsters were. His armada had been destroyed and there had been an air strike. He was right land was all that was left. He knew that only Master Keita and Lord Zeia would know where there was a map room. He was only here once a month somewhat like a woman's time of the month he thought and chuckled aloud holding his hand in front of his mouth.
"A land strike would be good... With the lot of us we have enough power alone to hold back an invasion." Seiji said judging everyones strength. "By both air and sea we were caught off guard. However if they do attack which is most likely so they can finish off whatever they missed we can use guerilla warfare tactics and wipe them out." Seiji would finish he knew lord Keita would show them to the map room or whatever it was they had here. "Lord Keita, Lord Zeia please show us to some where we can strategize."
Seiji looked at Eaon again figuring they would fight some day whether Eaon wanted to or not. He was skilled and it made Seiji want to fight him all the more. He knew this would be a hard fight to go through, but it would be needed to survive against these new enemies. Seiji cracked his knuckles and spit at the wall. He knew that he could see if the rumors were true about Eaon's skills or if they were just made up. The head mage held skill on his own and so he knew not to attack them when they were together like this. No it would be better when they were seperate.
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Post by Lord Zeia on Oct 14, 2009 0:31:44 GMT -5
"I see you've not lost any of your talents Reivaan." Zeia said as he dropped his hand slowly at the same time Eaon did, both of them cautiously watching the other as if they were merely training like in days of old. As the bullets fell like rain their metallic chimes ushered in flashbacks from a time long ago when both Eaon and Zeia often glared at each other in such a manner, only then they were training, however as it would seem like now, they were again on the same side.
"Silence, you speak like a child, Mage." Zeia said as he walked around the room, looking out various windows, creepily running his fingers along the shattered stone and debris from the attack. It was like he was a blind man peering into his surroundings by pinging them, only he was not using magic, and he was no longer blind. Everywhere his fingers ran, Zeia's influence spread like a disease over taking everything and everyone, the entire while he observed the situation around the city and at his walls.
The enemy had come by Sea, which meant they were in the South Eastern Section of the formerly Chaos controlled area. On top of that the Flying Machines from before had flown from that direction and after they'd bombed it was assumed that they flew a good distance out of sight and circled back to avoid being attacked over the city. At first Zeia assumed that the bombers had been scouts just mapping things out inland, however they were heavily armed for scouts and seemed rather coordinated for a strike force, that lead Zeia to believe that they were actually a small force sent to demoralize the people and try to intimidate the leaders of Chaos. A good card, but one that would be trumped.
"The Dark Soul is at Reivaan's Disposal, like in days of old. They are in the South East, but there is few of them. Expect More in the coming days." Zeia said finally returning to the others to hear them speaking of a map room. Who honestly with all the power at the disposal of the chambers would build a map room? Perhaps like Keita there were kings too foolish to look into the ancient architecture of the building, or else they would know, there is no reason to build a map, there was a much more accurate map that could be accessed without leaving the room.
Zeia only looked at Buark as if he was a foolish child who lacked the power or ability to do anything to him, and with a wave of his hand, Zeia summoned the Grand Chaotic Map. A bright, sky blue filled the room in and around the Warriors and Respected Leaders and a map of the island appeared. Marked up on the map in several locations were resources that they would have to secure in order to throw off the enemies. As soon as the defense of the city was assured and the enemy was thrown off the shores, Zeia thought it best to capture several of these resource rich areas.
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Post by Keita Zaitou on Oct 14, 2009 13:39:40 GMT -5
"Thank you for that mage. Although getting ahead of yourself can often lead to death on the battle field, as well as in the presence of three armed men whom which you have not yet made an official alliance. Your knowledge does astound me though." Keita could see Seiji twitching, what was he doing? He looked to where Seiji's eyes seemed to set. Father Eaon. He doesn't seem fit to stay in his presence much longer, He always had loved a challenge. At least as long as Keita had known him.
He did have a nice point though. Guerrilla warfare seemed the way to go. But not just at a certain point, but immediately. They did not know what they were up against, so it seemed like going in head on would be a deadly wish. "Guerrilla warfare would be the best in our current situation, unless we were to first send in some scouts to relay information about the enemy." As he spoke he heard Zeia speaking quietly.
Before Keita could ask his question a blue flash lit up the room and the map appeared, he had seen this map only once before, when his Father was king and Keita was under the instruction of the Great Lord Drygan. He was more of a leader than any of the current kings, and a much greater man then Lord Zeia. Drygan had cared for his people. Zeia would just as soon kill them all without a moments hesitation. He returned to his previous thought process and asked Lord Zeia his question, "What do you mean by 'The Dark Soul is at Reivaan's Disposal, like in days of old.'?" He paused and looked over at Lord Zeia, "It sounds like a prophecy, or possibly a curse."
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Post by Seiji on Oct 15, 2009 21:24:56 GMT -5
(Prepare for shiz post)
Seiji heard Keita agree with him and nodded in acknowledgement, but still his eyes did not leave Eaon. Afraid his most dangerous game would escape and he would have no fun in whatever fights would break out. He still reached for his cutlass however fought it off with a thought of duty and riches. He shook his head and got control of himself. He looked at the big map and was taken back. "Nice map... I've got some big maps on my private luxury ship the Laural, but none that big..." Seiji commented planning on stealing it when his service to the city of Chaos was up.
The Laural was Seiji's well private ship. Currently under large maintenance while he was a admiral. When his time was done though he would return to his precious ship and plunder the high seas once again. He loved his life as a pirate and his life as an admiral was not bad just not as much fun as stealing from people.
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