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A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Posted again. Hoping that the rest will get approved soon. Though I think Isbis is probably going to turn into an NPC.

EDIT: Oh and by the way, for your information, most Daemonrexa are grey-skinned, with a minority red. And they do come in wide shades of those colours.

EDIT2: Oh, and by the way, if you don't like the idea of Naqah explorers getting shipwrecked amongst Daemonrexa and turning Daemonrexiacs, I can remove it. I'm thinking that some survivors chose to stay and a few chose to leave, and that's how the Naqah got to know about demons from the east. :D

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Southern Coast of Naqah

The Succubus, no doubt a newly initiated Follower as she wore only helmet and scant steel-bronze plates over her limps, some bits of which had been damaged and lost in combat, shivered at the sight of the scimitar flashing before her eyes. She had sustained a long and ugly diagonal gash across her abdomen. Being a Succubus, she wore no armour at all around the torso, and is in fact totally naked from head to the thighs, relying on agility and beauty for protection.

Upon hearing the guard with the Scimitar spoke, she came alive a little, her tail twitching as she thought about the unfamiliar words. The language of the Naqah was almost alien to her, but having previously been an actress and a poet before she decided to serve her people as a soldier, she had learnt of the language, and even visited a tribe living near the Naqah. Most of it she had learnt from a Naqah Daemonrexiac who was once a marooned explorer a few centuries ago. What she had learnt, however, were but a small precious percentage of the entire language. Struggling to think past the burning sensation down her throat and the murderous pain that had spread throughout her body, she replied with the little Naqah she knew.

"5... 1." She said, in an almost hopeless attempt to describe how outnumbered they were. The warrior's language had never been her favorite in the beginning, much less describing it in a foreign language. "Bad men-" A hacking cough made her stop, and the pain in her abdomen flared. Looking up with tears falling, she begged the guard, "Pain! Please! Pain! Hurts! Don't hurt me!" And when she looked up, the blood that painted her pale, sickly face was obvious, and so was the dent in her helmet, a sign that a brutal mace was brought down upon her head during battle.

The Nephilim reacted differently. Upon seeing the pair of guards, he tried to scream a battlecry at them but failed miserably as his voice gave way in a series of desperate grunts and hacking coughs from the deep thirst in his throat. Their speech was stirring up his rage, however, as the foreign language which he knew nothing of seemed ominous. After numerous tries, he growled and finally managed to bellow a battlecry, although it was weaker and more desperate than the full effect. Flinging himself up into a messy sitting position, it grabbed a nearby handheld ballista in hand, extremely quick for something his size, and pointed it at the guards, the huge weapon shaking as the Nephilim's massive strength was running out.

The handheld ballista was huge, a beast even taller than a human being when stood on its stock, and the bolt not far behind, being able to skewer several soldiers when fired. However, it could only fire once before needing a reload, and the desperate Nephilim knew this well, and as he saw a number of guards around, refused to fire and instead used it to threaten the guards. Though his imposing presence was enough. The Nephilim was twice the size of a Naqah, and this particular one was armoured from head to hoof, implying a high rank to the aliens, as a common Nephilim soldier would have come only in a helmet and a heart protector held in place by leather. However, much of his armour was bent and torn. Cuts and stab wounds were all over its body. A harpoon had impaled his shoulder clean through. His eyes shone red with battle rage as he screamed in his native language for the guards to surrender or suffer the worst fate possible..

The imp, upon seeing the woman Naqah, shrunk away from her, squeezing itself further into its corner. Despite being a Zealot in rank, as his older scars had shown, and the regular, if battered legion armour he wore indicated, he was also a young imp, less than half a century old, Zealot only because he had dedicated his life to the legions of Devaldis-Spes the moment he was of age. Having long been broken by the merciless attack of the pirates, he could not bring himself to do what the Nephilim did, and was instead holding onto his short spear as if holding on to dear life rather than a weapon. He remembered his parents telling him that he should have spent some time in the academy instead, discovering the world through numbers, letters and banter. He had never seen a battle as vicious as this before, and was beginning to think that they were right - after all, if one was to die, he should do it well into his endless life rather than at the beginning of it.

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Great stuff! Well, I can't wait to see your post/s Az. The rest of you too :D

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Posted. As most of the nations that mine had contact with aren't approved yet, I'm just going to focus my efforts on those who are.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Southern Coast of Naqah, 20,014 YS (Years After Saten)

An ominous galley of a design only glimpsed at from afar by Naqah sailors drifts closer and closer towards the southern coast of Naqah. As it came closer towards the locals who were starting to gather and watch, it became apparent that it was badly damaged, and had a ring of smaller crafts that were just as broken were surrounding it, trapping it, tied together with chains to achieve such an effect. The ships were stuck together, like the very bloody heap of corpses littering their decks. The colours of the local pirates became apparent, flapping high above the smaller crafts.

It was the result of a recent attempt to curb pirate activity, and the galley once belonged to the Fifth Naval Legion of the Free Republic of Devaldis-Spes. There were no survivors - well, there were a few, but they were barely survivors. While any living pirates had long been slaughtered or abandoned ship, a few Daemonrexa marines were still breathing, but only barely. A Succubus, Imp and Nephilim lay huddled in separate corners of the top deck, surrounded by the corpses of their fellow marines. Wounded, hungry, thirsty, dying from exposure and wishing for death, they were unaware even of each other. All await their fate as the hull of their ship finally runs aground.

The natives of the lands they had drifted to would most likely kill them and take everything on their galley. However, all three Daemonrexa had hope within them, for the founding of the colonies on the mainland had proven that not all of them were evil.

Capital of Devaldis-Spes

The Sovereign of Devaldis-Spes, Sovereign Drengard, sat before a long table full of important looking Daemonrexa, half of them Nephilim. "What news do you bring from the colonies?" Drengard said, his voice low and ominous - as many Nephilim were.

"Much of the raiders, bandits and pirates infesting the southern shores has all but been purged." Another Nephilim reported, this one with a higher-pitched voice. She was female, yet she towered over Daemonrexa not of Nephilim class.

"We ensured that they die a slow, slow death." A Succubus from another corner of the table added, her voice unintentionally dancing, seductive. She giggled at the thought of her enemies suffering from the elements, "Even as we speak now, I'm sure they're still screaming and begging for mercy. It's been a few days, I believe."

"The humans who witnessed their up-ended crucifixion seemed to enjoy it." A Mediocris added.

"How many? And how many slaves?" Sovereign Drengard questioned.

"The latest estimates put the number of executed criminals down to about 193 - the worst of the worst. We've put the rest, all 591 of them in irons, if I remember correctly." An imp, whose head was just poking out from below the table, reported smartly, "What will you have us do now, your excellency?"

"We must keep wresting away the shorelines from these criminals, and march deeper into the mainland. South of these strange people - the Isbis - and the Northwestern shores will need cleansing."

"Sire, there is another... matter we need to speak about." The Succubus said.

She reported rumours from the colonies, stating that the they were on land and shores that were once graced by the presence of Saten-Dae himself and his followers as they set sail for what had become their capital. So specific were the rumours that they were quite believable, with additional details that there was a valley further up north - the same one that Saten-Dae passed through. However, with so much fighting going on, Sovereign Drangard could not commit any legions to investigate this, as the Succubus had requested it.

"Perhaps much later on." The Sovereign said, "Besides, those Hillmen ((Hel Core)) would likely be angered if they see us, should the myths ring true."

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

I'm just going to make a post.

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A more urgent thing to discuss... Where on Earth is everyone? Other than you, of course. My condolences on the misbehaviour of your shelter.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

It's actually Guerilla warfare, not Gorilla warfare :D :D :D

Hmm it's very interesting how you've decided to weave so much of my mythology into your history... I find it far-fetched though that something that happened so long ago could still have such a meaningful impact on your nation's policies and society...

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Oh... Still... They did see the Daemonrexa as unholy, foul things that do not deserve an honest fight on the battlefield. But you could be right. To a race of warriors, assassination is just downright villainous yes? Even if you're trying to get rid of a whole race of demons? It'd be interesting what kind of cultural influence my Daemonrexa would have on your race despite that huge time gap.

But then again, alot of classical works are actually just oral tradition written down, copied and recopied, until we end up with what we have now. In fact, the story of Noah's Ark had roots in the Epic of Gilgamesh, which itself have roots in an even older story, and that's just going into the written stuff. We'll never know just how many times that story's been passed around mouth to mouth... D:

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

So I guess I created a new classical hero/folk hero for you heh :D. Although considering that he hitched a ride with the Daemonrexa... Maybe he could be a classical villain? :D