Cubix

A Prized bride (The return)

I am slowly wilting away :c

Nah, just kidding. Just dropping by to assure my presence.

*Flies out to be lazy somewhere else*

War of The Angelic Trio

"What I think?" Mel mumbled, looking at the open window where the different birds flew upon the winds. Some swallows, some pigeons, and some robins. They were all just birds, right? They all lived under the same sky, and while their wings may be clipped from time to time, they always managed to fly once more. If, say, a common darkness flooded the sky, all of them would fall. Besides, what Daniella said was true: if one of their own was to be struck down, the entire flock would descend and tear down the murderer. Ironically, he should be struck down as well. But, no one could know that. Not yet.

Mel stood up, walking over to the window as he looked at how the flocks soared through skies before descending to the villages below. His villages, his people. "The sin of its king should not be passed down to the people, right?" he smiled before turning the bishop. "I have made my decision." Mel strode over to his throne before plopping down on it again, his index finger running over his chin in thought. "I--"

Before he could speak, Ainsley and Lance strode into the room. The king nodded to them, acknowledging their presence and beckoning for them to come closer to the throne. "Ainsley," his voice broke a bit after calling out the servant's name. He offered the two a smile before he sat on the throne, knowing full well that his long-time aide was going to fuss over his kingly robes. In his defense, wearing those things could be equated to that of a stove: you are being cooked inside. Sure, it looked fancy enough for gatherings, but for practical reasons, Mel believed he was better off naked. Still, Ainsley was the only one in this room (probably the entire kingdom) who knew that he was the one who sent the assassins to slay the monarchs of Michael. In fact, when he succumbed to a mental breakdown due to the nightmares, Ainsley was by his side until he hired the assassins on the eve of the celebration of the Alliance Library. Of course, when he was transformed into his adolescent self, Ainsley was the first one to see him in complete dishevelment. At this point, this lone servant knew all of the king's darkest and deepest secrets and regrets. Up to this moment, Mel successfully deceived his entire kingdom that it was Tenebris' doing, not his. Oh, but Ainsley knew the whole truth.

"Quite fitting, is it not?" Mel grinned, taking a cup of tea before sipping from it. "Since you two are here, I'd better instruct the lot of you already." he cleared his throat before proceeding. "Valentine has asked for the triumvirate of kingdoms to meet within the round table. For all we know this could be a trap, but as Daniella has placed it, regardless of whether it is a trap or not, we could still benefit from meeting with the other kingdoms." He eyed the three in the room before nodding to himself as if he just thought of the best plan ever. "Daniella, Lance, and Ainsley, you will accompany me to this meeting. However, I would need Ainsley to be trained before we leave for the Round Table. Thus, Lance Nystrom, you are relieved from your guarding duties. I will just assign someone else to do it for the moment. You will be training Ainsley in the art of the sword as well as in combat. Ainsley is knowledgeable in combat, but I assume that the skill of one of Gabriel's finest knights would be able to teach more than just one form of swordsmanship. After all, I should expect Michael and Raphael to bring their finest warriors as well. In the event of a forceful diplomatic event, the two of you can defend yourselves. Daniella will be the intermediator between Gabriel and Michael, just in case the twins refuse to even speak with me. At the very least, they'll speak with a representative of angels."

"Of course, I might just be paranoid." Mel grinned as he finished the cup. "But, if it is for the good of the people, then, I think it is all worth it." Utter Surety, that had been the Fairchilds' motto since the genesis of their bloodline, and even now, Mellurium refused to leave himself wide open for the enemy to strike. If he wasn't the ruler of Gabriel, he wouldn't have bothered with all these preparations. His death would have no effect. But it was different now. Everything was different now. "Nystrom, Ainsley, both of you are dismissed, but prepare your the things that you will need for the journey. Also, Ainsley, prepare the simplest carriage you can find. I don't fancy travelling in the royal carriage; it just screams 'rob me' to all those raiders."

As soon as Lance and Ainsley would take their leave, the king would soon turn to his bishop. "And, you, Daniella, have studied the ancient scriptures. I have something to ask about demons. Specifically, what do their curses entail? I heard rumors of demonic beings in the distant lands. Tales of curses have reached my ears, and I would like to know what to expect."

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As much as Rancor tried to keep a formal poise and form even after his self-slapping incident, a few of the strings within his core were strummed as he saw the Queen smile and hold back a giggle. As hard as it was to feign ignorance of the queen's allure, at this moment, Rancor just chose to let the small joys warm him inside. After all, there was no way he was going to go with them to this joyful gathering of airhead monarchs. If anything, his skills suited the household and, to an extent, the castle rather than toting off with politics. Still, he had no say in the conversation. Most obviously, his opinion held little weight in these matters. The only place where his opinion mattered is what attire King Auberon and Queen Adeline should wear, and whether that slice of cake she was eating would put some extra pounds on her belly. Hence, Rancor opted to remain quiet, just watching the events unfold as he poured one cup after another to anyone who would want tea.

His eyes wandered over to Lord Hadrian and Lady Olfina, honorable people. The servant already betted that blasted lone lock of hair that they would be the chosen ones to accompany the monarchs. Lord Hadrian legendary skill was more than enough to deter any foul play during the meeting, and Lady Olfina's skill with combat could also be put to good use. If Rancor would put it, Michael would possess the most frightening set of guards in that meeting. Father and daughter whose skills rival that of entire platoons; oh, the look on Gabriel and Raphael's faces would be priceless. But, that was not all. Lord Hadrian's calming personality and stoic figure could also serve as a visage of strength should the meeting turn awry. He was not one to tolerate any suspicious behaviors towards the Auberon and Adeline. Olfina's charm and beauty could also be played as an ace in the meeting. Her kind personality could be used to enchant the other guards and make them spill their secret plans and whatnot.

Long story short, brawn, brains, and beauty were all found in Hadrian and his daughter. Surely, they would be the ones to be immediately picked.

Or not.

Auberon's suggestion immediately sent a chill down Rancor's spine. If Auberon blatantly suggested that he accompany them instead of Hadrian's daughter, then, it could only mean one thing. Immediately, his expertise in confections and beverages was out of the question. His combat skills, although decent, was nowhere near Olfina's. So, defense was also out of the possibilities (not to mention that Hadrian is already a force to be reckoned with). Could it be?

Does the king know of his ability?

Blast it. He knows, he knows. And, I tried so hard to hide it. Or, maybe, he has another reason. But, what could it be?! Damn it, I'd really say he knows about my covenant. Confound it all! Rancor cursed in his mind, all the time showing a warm smile at his lieges.

The disturbing question would be: how did Auberon know of his ability? He's been spying on him, hasn't he?! For someone so frail and isolated, he was as sharp as the knife he used to slice the meat apart.

War of The Angelic Trio

Might need to wait for @AimeChambers to post so that I can include Lance and Ainsley to the post.

Mains | League of Legends

With hell breaking loose inside the café, Leon opted to just duck. Ain't no way he was going to reveal his identity in this hell hole. As he saw Alex ushering the civilians out, Leon joined him in his endeavor to ensure the safety of the people. If their job was going to perish under a heap of charred stone and wood, then, at least they could have a lot of recommendations and networks should one of the people they saved would be the employers in other firms. Soon, smoke and debris filled the establishment, deterring anyone from entering and meeting their end. The chaos died down, though, as Leon slumped back on a nearby wall. "Claire," he mumbled. "Where are you?" Leon gritted his teeth before realizing that he had chosen the coward's route once more. This woman, as unexplainably endearing as she was, could have been his ticket out of this spiraling depression and self-loathing.

"Never again," Leon growled before dashing inside the smoke-filled café and directing his senses to look for the blue-eyed maiden. The smoke prevented any progress, though. "CLAIR! CLAIRE!" Leon called out her name as he turned tables and stones just to find her. He would have continued to holler out to the woman if wasn't for the strange sounds of scraping and jiggling chains invading his ear. His spine tingled, his blood ran cold as his eyes widened in rage and fear. "Thresh." he mumbled out the name before he heard Raze screaming outside. At this moment, something mattered more than killing the murderer: sparing his soul from the damnation of the Isles. With a burst of green sparks and lights, Leon sprinted outside, shattering the glass as he came to Raze's aid in a hail of glass and stone.

Leon's glowing, yellow eyes and emerald flesh would greet his fellow Isle champion as the ominous shovel faded into his grip. "It seems we would be allies for now. Your murder amounts to little against these assholes." Leon smirked before slamming his shovel into the earth, creating a solid wall of stone that arched around him and Raze. A ravenous ghoul rose from the bowels of the soil before it hopped over the wall and charged at the warden.

"You better remove that chain, Raze." Leon hoisted his shovel on his shoulder. "You wouldn't want to be the next soul inside that lantern after Travis," he remembered his young friend but quickly shook his head to avoid the memories. However, his yellow eyes looked through one of the cracks in the fissures, noticing an enraged blaze charging towards them. "Holy shit!" Leon cursed but before he could summon another wall, one of the champions bolted from the café and placed herself between them and Sion. "You idiot!" the gravedigger called before piercing his shovel into the earth, creating another layer of stone in front of Clarice. "His Unstoppable Onslaught against your Onslaught of Shadows, Raze? What do you think?"

@rivaan@TheWinchester4

A Prized bride (The return)

@SevenStormStyle

God-modded your character a wee bit. If you have anything you would want to change, I'd be willing to do so.

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@SevenStormStyle), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.

Summary

Cuwarr expresses his disgust at the killing and retires with his wives to their quarters. At the same time, he freshens up for that activity. He finally removes the eye-cloth, now willing to gaze upon his wives with his own two eyes. The two flowers render him speechless, causing the warlord to merely chuckle in helplessness. He sets up some props for the activity as he expresses how peculiar his own preferences are.

Seated comfortably in one of the best seats in the dining hall, Cuwarr prepared himself to enjoy what would have been a delicious dinner. Cuwarr flipped his plate open before looking at his wives, Sorici at his right and Kalani at his left. He beckoned for the two to partake of the feast and, perhaps, some of the drakken lords glared at them for the warlord's blatant display of respect for the gemminites. As the feast went underway, a rather bold gemminite stole his attention as he tuned his eyes to the woman who prostrated herself in the center of the hall. For a moment, Cuwarr believed that the woman would burst into fury, spouting all things horrid about the drakkens (and she wouldn't be wrong, not at all). However, never did the warlord expect that she would burst into a symphony of songs and hymns. While the melody proved to be too scrappy for the other uncultured pigs of Drakka, Cuwarr's spirits roused in unison to her outstanding aria of valor and fanfare. Of course, as she finished her crescendo and performance, the warlord held himself back from clapping and applauding-- after all, it was still beyond him to clap for a mere gemminite even if he wanted to express his genuine appreciation for such a display of art and music (both that are absent from his desolated homeland).

But, the crowd's gaze were drawn by the sight of one of the lesser lords who held a timid gem's neck in his hand. Whether it was because Cuwarr was exposed to the sight of death and savagery, the warlord had an inkling of what would happen next, if only because he noticed the way the woman's choked gasps were beginning to sound serious. As the gem's neck snapped, the warlord shook his head in disgust as such barbarianism. If he wanted to kill a gem, he should have done so artfully. Not this. These little creatures deserved a more artful and beautiful end. Besides, there was no honor in killing a gem. None at all. If only, that lesser lord proved his incapacity to treasure his own belongings.

The warlord quickly glanced at his wives, noticing that his Auburn Rose gasped in alarm. He could see the fear in her eyes even if his eyesight was dimmed. Immediately, he shifted his hand to pat her head in what seemed as an act to comfort her. He did the same with Sorici, allaying their fear wherever possible. However, the sight of the dead woman in the banquet hall would not do them any good. With that, Cuwarr stood up without pause, shaking the table in his wake. He turned to the murderer with a snide grin. "I must say that your action was a stunning display," Cuwarr began as he heaved the longbow over his shoulder. "Now, I know that you are a drakken incapable of taking care of those assigned to your jurisdiction. Your actions befit that of a lord of your level." the warlord spun around before beckoning for his wives to follow him, as shaken as they might be.

They would retire to their quarters, on the third floor of Shadow Worth. Cuwarr purposely chose that room because it was the farthest from his swine counterparts, and it had a stunning view of the night sky that reigned over the land of Gemminia. From this vantage point, they could see the silhouette of the gems' homeland a hundred miles away. No word escaped Cuwarr's lips as he ascended the spiral staircase towards their room, and perhaps, none was necessary. The emotions, the fear, the spite-- he could feel them all inside the banquet hall. The climb was slow and silent. He was already betting on relaxing the two gemminites in order to make the most out of them for the night, but with that savage display of brutality, he would be lucky to even get a single drop out of Sorici and Kalani.

The gemminites' emotions were always hard to control and when they're spiked to this level of depression, there's no telling what they'll do or won't do. Cuwarr spared a glance at the two them once more. Even though they couldn't see his eyes, his gaze spoke levels of forlorn and, perhaps, even tinge of sadness. Cuwarr's four lieutenants followed suit behind them, but the warlord instructed them to just merely guard the hallways. There was no need to intimidate his brides. That sullen lord already did plenty of that. Finally, Cuwarr reached his room, pulling out a steel key from his pocket in order to open it. The room was spacious with a fireplace a few meters from the large, rectangular window. The floor was carpeted as a mirror was situated beside the bathroom. In the center of it all was a large, king-sized bed (drakken-size, mind you) with the covers clean and the stack of pillows fluffed. There were a few red, satin couches grouped in one corner. However, the main point of the room was the view from the window: an endless blanket of night littered with a wild array of stars as far as the eyes could see. At the end of the boundless horizon was the shadow of Gemminia, shrouded by clouds of fog and darkness.

As soon as they entered the room, Cuwarr closed the door behind them before stripping off his armor. He hung his longbow on a steel pedestal and placed his bloodstained armor on one of the nearby tables. Now clad in only his eye-cloth, sleeveless shirt, and a pair of fit, beige trousers, Cuwarr returned to his wives. He stood in front of them, trying to see what he could say. At this moment, he didn't know how to comfort them, or how comforting even works.

"Ease your minds, my flowers," Cuwarr began, not daring to touch them for now. After all, gemminites were fragile and weak creatures. They might squeal if touched since they saw that murder. Squealing and crying were always things that Cuwarr despised. Why cry when you can do something about it? Crying was for the weak. Then, he shook his head, chuckling in the process. "Well, get yourselves ready. I've already instructed my lieutenants to carry your belongings to this room beforehand. I think you'll find them inside the wardrobe."

With that, the warlord grabbed a white towel which was hung by the door. "My lieutenants are outside should you need any assistance. I would need to clean refresh myself. I just came home from a war, and I do not wish to smell like blood all night." Cuwarr grinned, the details more of a threat rather than an instruction. It was as if he told them that if they dared escape, there were drakkens outside. Thus, Cuwarr stepped into the bathroom where he began to use whatever cold water was left to wash off all the grime and blood that had reached his skin. In the process, the warlord took off the eye-cloth where he took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the light. The bath was not just to let Cuwarr freshen up; it was also to allow the gems a semblance of peace and quiet. Their frayed nerves needed calming and the presence of a drakken warlord was sure to hinder such an opportunity.

A few minutes passed and even though the water was really cold, Cuwarr managed to finish. He brushed his hair back before tying the towel low around his waist. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his temperature adjust, before exiting the bathroom. Without his eye-cloth, Cuwarr finally saw his brides with his own two eyes. Sky-blue orbs gazed at Sorici and Kalani, taking in the beauties that he snagged even when his sight was impaired. He paused for a moment, wanting to savor this time of clarity. A gentle smile formed on his lips as he approached his brides, tilting both their chins upward so that he could gaze into each of their eyes. Brown, golden, and cyan-- Cuwarr couldn't think of a better combination of colors. His mouth opened to speak, but his tongue painfully refused to cooperate. At that moment, the stoic warlord failed to conjure any flattering words that he could speak. Their allure rendered him speechless and beautifully speechless at that. Cuwarr knew that it was impossible to speak of beauty when his mind would refuse to see the splendor that these two women instilled in his eyes. "I find no appropriate words to express how awed I am at the allure you both possess," A slight chuckle escaped him, though. "Although, I think that the silence spoke louder than any compliment I could muster."

But, still, the deed had to be done.

"Well, have you prepared for this?" Cuwarr stepped away from them, grabbing a few wooden stands and situating them near the window. "I have rather peculiar tastes, and I would hope that your strength will be as steadfast as your dazzle."

A Prized bride (The return)

Tomorrow, I think I'm going to start fixing up a post since it would be unfair to @karamonnom for her to keep waiting XD I'll just be assuming that Sorici will be following around like a drakken tail. I think I'd be starting with the banquet until Cuwarr leads his brides to the room for that event.

Which reminds me: is it okay for me to know how Kalani would feel after seeing that murder? That way, I'll avoid godmodding and metagaming on your character (e.g saying that she's about to scream when she really isn't even disturbed by the snappy sight)?

Other than that, well, I'll have to get my creative juices up.

A Prized bride (The return)

@karamonnom Excellent! I guess, TitanPad would also be the avenue, yes? However, it would be a shame if ever we fall behind on the events. In this case, if ever things get too far in the IC (like, everyone going back to their quarters), I'd say we'd post under the assumption that Sorici would follow through.

Mains | League of Legends

I'm waiting for the others to post, honestly. Quite thrilled with Leon and Raze meeting their Shadow Isles counterparts.

A Prized bride (The return)

To my brides, Kalani @karamonnom and Sorici @SevenStormStyle, if you wish to collab or something, I'm pretty fine with it. Also, if you need help, I can also oblige. School's over which means I have no more students to fail pass, so I have more free time.