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I never said anyone stole thunder lol. Don't make assumptions sirrrrr. I understand there are still vampires. I just wasn't expecting... NVM I think it's better if I just keep my mind to myself.
How, anticlimatic...
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
(A collab between Sing and Muse)
The sound of Avanid’s voice slowly pulled Lathunis back to reality. She was silent still for a few seconds as she gathered her composure but one word echoed through her head: army. Lathunis was not typically one for revenge, but the eyes had slightly changed her. She wanted to destroy the people who had destroyed her father. She was not particularly interested in taking up the throne after he left, but she wanted those damned gods who had betrayed him annihilated. First on her list was that god who had dared to defile the dead god king’s city.
Lathunis watched as Avanid ascends and quickly changes herself, she fell to her knees as her body sprouted feathers all over, her face melting outward into a hooked beak like a hawk. She shrunk and her arms spread out into wings, her feet turned into three toed talons. The eyes of her father slowly shifted into the yellow eyes of a hawk as well. With a hard flap of her wings she shot off the ground keeping up easily with the smaller raven ahead of her. The wind blew quickly past the pair as they flew over Lake Miphas. At first Lathunis would likely be thinking that Avanid was leading her nowhere, but quickly out of the fog an island appeared that normally wasn't there - it was only with the use of Aroesus eyes that Lathunis could have ever seen it.
The wind whipped past Avanid as she pulled her wings in tightly, taking a dive towards the island. The feeling was exhilarating the plummet, the drop in elevation to the sand covered beach below where what seemed to be men fought ferociously with each other. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the men were not men at all, but the souls of men made immortal by their honorable deaths in battle. Lathunis realized this was where Avanid had been taken those souls all along. She landed upon a rock and quickly changed back into her goddess form. Standing among all the warriors, she raised her hands. "All of you gather around! The day has come when you are called to battle! To meet your leader! The one who will command where your blades go! The one who will call orders for you to bring death to those who stand against our Divine might!" She turned to face Lathunis once she landed and takes a deep breath. "My Lady... These men are yours to command… They are years of heroes who have fallen in battle. Only the most courageous are brought to live here. And they will die and kill at your beck and call." Lathunis nodded at Avanid, in awe of the men before her.
"Men!" she cried. "A shameless god marches upon the city of your fallen commander. He poisons the memory of Aroseus and attempts to selfishly gain power. I cannot accept this!" She paused, gazing out over the men who now stood in silence, staring at her. Her eyes moved across the crowd, taking in the look of each of the army of Fallen Men. "I am heading to Caesilinius tonight. If any of you want to join me, you are welcome!" The silence of the crowd was quickly forgotten as a cheer erupted. Lathunis hands shot straight up above her head and the torches all along the beach burned brighter than ever. The army before her silenced as words flowed from her lips once more. "March men! March! We will overtake that blasphemous god and reclaim Caesilinius in the name of my father! Those vampires that fight for him have are not men. They are lesser. They do not feel. They do not love. They feel loyalty to their creator and lust for blood. But do they know the love of a brother or sister or mother or father? Do they remember the feeling in one's chest when one's loved one dies? We are the greater warriors! We have passion! We will succeed!"
Avanid watched Lathunis, in awe of the way she was able to work these men into a fury of battle lust, and swords clashing against shields. Avanid decided though that it was time for her to step in. "Men! Through the lake! We will march from beneath the waves into the harbor of Caesilinius!" Avanid leapt off the rock, turning into a raven, and flew over the heads of the men and women that stood on the beach. She flew fast and hard out over the lake. The warriors that embraced Lathunis as their new leader followed quickly after running into the water of the lake and marching beneath it. Lathunis reformed into a hawk, jumping as she transformed, jumping becoming flight. Her wings spread wide as she glided to fly by Avanid's side. Beneath the water the two goddesses could see line after line of Marching heroes. Avanid looked to Lathunis and then back forward, if it had been possible to smile as a raven she would have been.
The goddesses and the men travelled the long distance quickly, covering leagues in mere minutes. They soon arrived at the harbor of Caesilinius, the moonlight reflecting off of the windows of the nearby buildings. The harbor was an abandoned sight, people having fled into the inner city during the fight. The vampires could be heard near the center of the city "celebrating" their victory, feasting on the innocent lower class survivors. Lathunis smiled; the scum was un-expecting of her armies nearing approach. It was a glorious sight as her army marched out from underwater in four by four squares. Her army was not the biggest, but the men were no ordinary men. Each man was worth five mortal men, stronger than the average vampire, and on the same level as one of the more ancient of the undead. Avanid and Lathunis landed on the beach to the left of where the men arose from the depths of the sea. Avanid quickly changed into her battle clothes, fur and iron enveloping her body. Her shoulder gaurd, all edges and iron, connected to two breasts plates. A fur skirt protected her bottom with slits to prevent movement restriction. She wielded a large falchion, that would have been unbearable to any mortal, easily in one hand. She looked over the beach and then back at Lathunis as she began to change forms as well. Lathunis stood proud in the full glory of her armor. She wore a pleated leather skirt and a bronze breastplate. Both were gilded with gold, swirling patterns. In her hand was a broadsword that shone like a star which had a bright blue gem in the center of its hilt. Lathunis held her helmet under arm, smiling. Avanid was impressed with her friend's weapons and armor a smile coming across her lips having never expected this from the Goddess she would call Queen. Avanid brought her sword up and pointed towards the city. "Shield wall!" The Immortal, but not invincible warriors quickly gathered into a large grouping bringing shields around so that they were almost completely concealed from view. Avanid's head turned and yelled as loudly as she could her normally serene face awash with the lust for battle, her eyes wide and almost seeming to glow red, spittle flew from her lips, and it almost seemed as if thunder was cracking all around them. "We march to war!"
The sound of Avanid’s voice slowly pulled Lathunis back to reality. She was silent still for a few seconds as she gathered her composure but one word echoed through her head: army. Lathunis was not typically one for revenge, but the eyes had slightly changed her. She wanted to destroy the people who had destroyed her father. She was not particularly interested in taking up the throne after he left, but she wanted those damned gods who had betrayed him annihilated. First on her list was that god who had dared to defile the dead god king’s city.
Lathunis watched as Avanid ascends and quickly changes herself, she fell to her knees as her body sprouted feathers all over, her face melting outward into a hooked beak like a hawk. She shrunk and her arms spread out into wings, her feet turned into three toed talons. The eyes of her father slowly shifted into the yellow eyes of a hawk as well. With a hard flap of her wings she shot off the ground keeping up easily with the smaller raven ahead of her. The wind blew quickly past the pair as they flew over Lake Miphas. At first Lathunis would likely be thinking that Avanid was leading her nowhere, but quickly out of the fog an island appeared that normally wasn't there - it was only with the use of Aroesus eyes that Lathunis could have ever seen it.
The wind whipped past Avanid as she pulled her wings in tightly, taking a dive towards the island. The feeling was exhilarating the plummet, the drop in elevation to the sand covered beach below where what seemed to be men fought ferociously with each other. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the men were not men at all, but the souls of men made immortal by their honorable deaths in battle. Lathunis realized this was where Avanid had been taken those souls all along. She landed upon a rock and quickly changed back into her goddess form. Standing among all the warriors, she raised her hands. "All of you gather around! The day has come when you are called to battle! To meet your leader! The one who will command where your blades go! The one who will call orders for you to bring death to those who stand against our Divine might!" She turned to face Lathunis once she landed and takes a deep breath. "My Lady... These men are yours to command… They are years of heroes who have fallen in battle. Only the most courageous are brought to live here. And they will die and kill at your beck and call." Lathunis nodded at Avanid, in awe of the men before her.
"Men!" she cried. "A shameless god marches upon the city of your fallen commander. He poisons the memory of Aroseus and attempts to selfishly gain power. I cannot accept this!" She paused, gazing out over the men who now stood in silence, staring at her. Her eyes moved across the crowd, taking in the look of each of the army of Fallen Men. "I am heading to Caesilinius tonight. If any of you want to join me, you are welcome!" The silence of the crowd was quickly forgotten as a cheer erupted. Lathunis hands shot straight up above her head and the torches all along the beach burned brighter than ever. The army before her silenced as words flowed from her lips once more. "March men! March! We will overtake that blasphemous god and reclaim Caesilinius in the name of my father! Those vampires that fight for him have are not men. They are lesser. They do not feel. They do not love. They feel loyalty to their creator and lust for blood. But do they know the love of a brother or sister or mother or father? Do they remember the feeling in one's chest when one's loved one dies? We are the greater warriors! We have passion! We will succeed!"
Avanid watched Lathunis, in awe of the way she was able to work these men into a fury of battle lust, and swords clashing against shields. Avanid decided though that it was time for her to step in. "Men! Through the lake! We will march from beneath the waves into the harbor of Caesilinius!" Avanid leapt off the rock, turning into a raven, and flew over the heads of the men and women that stood on the beach. She flew fast and hard out over the lake. The warriors that embraced Lathunis as their new leader followed quickly after running into the water of the lake and marching beneath it. Lathunis reformed into a hawk, jumping as she transformed, jumping becoming flight. Her wings spread wide as she glided to fly by Avanid's side. Beneath the water the two goddesses could see line after line of Marching heroes. Avanid looked to Lathunis and then back forward, if it had been possible to smile as a raven she would have been.
The goddesses and the men travelled the long distance quickly, covering leagues in mere minutes. They soon arrived at the harbor of Caesilinius, the moonlight reflecting off of the windows of the nearby buildings. The harbor was an abandoned sight, people having fled into the inner city during the fight. The vampires could be heard near the center of the city "celebrating" their victory, feasting on the innocent lower class survivors. Lathunis smiled; the scum was un-expecting of her armies nearing approach. It was a glorious sight as her army marched out from underwater in four by four squares. Her army was not the biggest, but the men were no ordinary men. Each man was worth five mortal men, stronger than the average vampire, and on the same level as one of the more ancient of the undead. Avanid and Lathunis landed on the beach to the left of where the men arose from the depths of the sea. Avanid quickly changed into her battle clothes, fur and iron enveloping her body. Her shoulder gaurd, all edges and iron, connected to two breasts plates. A fur skirt protected her bottom with slits to prevent movement restriction. She wielded a large falchion, that would have been unbearable to any mortal, easily in one hand. She looked over the beach and then back at Lathunis as she began to change forms as well. Lathunis stood proud in the full glory of her armor. She wore a pleated leather skirt and a bronze breastplate. Both were gilded with gold, swirling patterns. In her hand was a broadsword that shone like a star which had a bright blue gem in the center of its hilt. Lathunis held her helmet under arm, smiling. Avanid was impressed with her friend's weapons and armor a smile coming across her lips having never expected this from the Goddess she would call Queen. Avanid brought her sword up and pointed towards the city. "Shield wall!" The Immortal, but not invincible warriors quickly gathered into a large grouping bringing shields around so that they were almost completely concealed from view. Avanid's head turned and yelled as loudly as she could her normally serene face awash with the lust for battle, her eyes wide and almost seeming to glow red, spittle flew from her lips, and it almost seemed as if thunder was cracking all around them. "We march to war!"
Davin
Sector 300 was the same as anywhere else in Megacity One, crime poverty trash in the streets. It was everywhere like some rampant disease. No one was trying to make it better, only make the problem worse. Davin on the other hand believe in Judge Verra Black, and Sin. They would bring order and a common soul to the city by having everyone become one and having a voice. No more would they be ruled over a tyrannical government with a force of Murderers with advanced training, and weapons called Judges. Slowly and in a very peaceful manner Davin entered the block where the Family called home. He had gained enough information on the streets to slowly find his way to their place. It wasn’t that hard when a gang was controlling a good bit of space and trying to gain more. Slowly he looked around at all the civilians that were around, they would be so much collateral damage if things went awry, and so would he. Davin didn’t even carry a weapon with him as he headed up some stairs, he grabbed a kid running by and stared down at them. “Tell the parents soldier of the legion is here to see them.” He let the kid go. The kid ran off to go tell the Mother and Fathers of the family exactly what Davin had said.
With a glance around Davin slowly walked over to a bench and sat down rubbing his hands together as he stared across the block at the doorway that lead into the building. With a click of his tongue he started to spin a switch blade between his fingers the blade flicking in and out of it’s handle clicking.
Larson
The news of Judges being on the way wasn’t a surprised in fact it was a small part of the plan that Verra had made. They had to make their presence better known. IF they showed their strength by taking out a couple of Judges publicly everyone would know their name. Larson grinned at the news and moved the gangsters he had with him into the next room. This time he had them charge straight in, there was no reason for a flashbang this time, the rest of the Jackals would be ready for such a thing. Instead as Larson lead the charge into the room he opened up with a shotgun blasting away his arm pulling back the pump loading new shells and firing again. The men behind him opened up fire as well the Jackals didn’t stand a chance they were no match for these men and women who had been trained like a Judge. Bullets flew through the air from both sides, but only one side was actually hitting anything. Jackals went down in gouts of blood and gore from the powerful rounds blasting through their bodies.
Larson stopped firing as did everyone else and he slowly looked around at all the bodies on the floor and counted them. He saw a familiar face as well, the Jackal’s boss lay with a spray of pellets across his skull have of his face torn off. “Good work! They’re all dead.” Stepping over the bodies and out the door he gave orders as he walked. “Alright guys! Everyone set up behind cover near the entrance to the block! We’ll give those Judges what for. Time to show this city what the Legion is Made of.” He gave orders as they entered the commons area of the block pointing here and there to stands and small kiosks where they kicked people out of. Very quickly the commons area became empty except for the Legion members hidden by anything that could stop a bullet
The Judges stopped outside of the building that was the block there had been a report of shootings at. Both of them readied their lawmakers the normal grim look of a Judge plastered on their faces beneath their helmets. As they entered the block the knew instantly that something was wrong, They moved towards cover as quick as they could, but they were met with several assault rifles pointing right at them that began firing large swaths of automatic rounds. All around them within seconds more weapons opened up fire. It was a death trap, no way to escape. The bullets tore through their armor as multiple rounds impacted their bodies. They fired back and killed two of the gun men, but the storm of bullets was just to much for the two Judges and they went to their knees before hitting the ground with thuds. Pools of blood surrounded the bodies of the now deceased officers of Justice.
Larson stepped out from behind his cover and walked over yanking off the Judge’s helmets and gave them a cous de gras putting a bullet into each man’s forehead. “Alright guys… let’s head out.” He slowly lead the remaining living Legion members from the block each of them stepping over the bodies of the judges each adding a extra bullet to each body. They climbed into a black truck and it sped off down the street. As the civilians of the block filtered back into the commons area calls were going off like crazy to the Hall of Justice reporting the death of the two Judges.
The Hall of Justice
Several Judges sat around the table each of them wearing the uniform of the council. They all seemed slightly distraught. “A killing of two judges on purpose? And our Judges stood no chance against these people who seemed to know our very tactics! We have to do something about this. “ One woman who seemed like she was only months away from taking the walk stood up. “I have already taken care of it. I have requested Dredd put together a team to investigate this matter. This Legion, and they will report to him.” The council all nodded in agreement on this subject.
Dredd
Dredd stood outside the hall of Justice his helmet fit tightly around his head and his fingers tapping across the console of his bike. He grunted and sent out messages to several Judges he had picked out purely for reasons of seeing if they could make something of themselves. “Judges Johnson, Stone, Sage, and Tybor report to Asbury block, Sector 301. There has been a turf war and two murdered Judges. You three have been handpicked to investigate and take care of this situation. This case is Priority One over any other Cases you have currently. “ He sent off the message and stared up across the buildings in front of him and slowly shook his head. There was something wrong about this, but he believed these three he had picked would be able to handle it.
Sector 300 was the same as anywhere else in Megacity One, crime poverty trash in the streets. It was everywhere like some rampant disease. No one was trying to make it better, only make the problem worse. Davin on the other hand believe in Judge Verra Black, and Sin. They would bring order and a common soul to the city by having everyone become one and having a voice. No more would they be ruled over a tyrannical government with a force of Murderers with advanced training, and weapons called Judges. Slowly and in a very peaceful manner Davin entered the block where the Family called home. He had gained enough information on the streets to slowly find his way to their place. It wasn’t that hard when a gang was controlling a good bit of space and trying to gain more. Slowly he looked around at all the civilians that were around, they would be so much collateral damage if things went awry, and so would he. Davin didn’t even carry a weapon with him as he headed up some stairs, he grabbed a kid running by and stared down at them. “Tell the parents soldier of the legion is here to see them.” He let the kid go. The kid ran off to go tell the Mother and Fathers of the family exactly what Davin had said.
With a glance around Davin slowly walked over to a bench and sat down rubbing his hands together as he stared across the block at the doorway that lead into the building. With a click of his tongue he started to spin a switch blade between his fingers the blade flicking in and out of it’s handle clicking.
Larson
The news of Judges being on the way wasn’t a surprised in fact it was a small part of the plan that Verra had made. They had to make their presence better known. IF they showed their strength by taking out a couple of Judges publicly everyone would know their name. Larson grinned at the news and moved the gangsters he had with him into the next room. This time he had them charge straight in, there was no reason for a flashbang this time, the rest of the Jackals would be ready for such a thing. Instead as Larson lead the charge into the room he opened up with a shotgun blasting away his arm pulling back the pump loading new shells and firing again. The men behind him opened up fire as well the Jackals didn’t stand a chance they were no match for these men and women who had been trained like a Judge. Bullets flew through the air from both sides, but only one side was actually hitting anything. Jackals went down in gouts of blood and gore from the powerful rounds blasting through their bodies.
Larson stopped firing as did everyone else and he slowly looked around at all the bodies on the floor and counted them. He saw a familiar face as well, the Jackal’s boss lay with a spray of pellets across his skull have of his face torn off. “Good work! They’re all dead.” Stepping over the bodies and out the door he gave orders as he walked. “Alright guys! Everyone set up behind cover near the entrance to the block! We’ll give those Judges what for. Time to show this city what the Legion is Made of.” He gave orders as they entered the commons area of the block pointing here and there to stands and small kiosks where they kicked people out of. Very quickly the commons area became empty except for the Legion members hidden by anything that could stop a bullet
The Judges stopped outside of the building that was the block there had been a report of shootings at. Both of them readied their lawmakers the normal grim look of a Judge plastered on their faces beneath their helmets. As they entered the block the knew instantly that something was wrong, They moved towards cover as quick as they could, but they were met with several assault rifles pointing right at them that began firing large swaths of automatic rounds. All around them within seconds more weapons opened up fire. It was a death trap, no way to escape. The bullets tore through their armor as multiple rounds impacted their bodies. They fired back and killed two of the gun men, but the storm of bullets was just to much for the two Judges and they went to their knees before hitting the ground with thuds. Pools of blood surrounded the bodies of the now deceased officers of Justice.
Larson stepped out from behind his cover and walked over yanking off the Judge’s helmets and gave them a cous de gras putting a bullet into each man’s forehead. “Alright guys… let’s head out.” He slowly lead the remaining living Legion members from the block each of them stepping over the bodies of the judges each adding a extra bullet to each body. They climbed into a black truck and it sped off down the street. As the civilians of the block filtered back into the commons area calls were going off like crazy to the Hall of Justice reporting the death of the two Judges.
The Hall of Justice
Several Judges sat around the table each of them wearing the uniform of the council. They all seemed slightly distraught. “A killing of two judges on purpose? And our Judges stood no chance against these people who seemed to know our very tactics! We have to do something about this. “ One woman who seemed like she was only months away from taking the walk stood up. “I have already taken care of it. I have requested Dredd put together a team to investigate this matter. This Legion, and they will report to him.” The council all nodded in agreement on this subject.
Dredd
Dredd stood outside the hall of Justice his helmet fit tightly around his head and his fingers tapping across the console of his bike. He grunted and sent out messages to several Judges he had picked out purely for reasons of seeing if they could make something of themselves. “Judges Johnson, Stone, Sage, and Tybor report to Asbury block, Sector 301. There has been a turf war and two murdered Judges. You three have been handpicked to investigate and take care of this situation. This case is Priority One over any other Cases you have currently. “ He sent off the message and stared up across the buildings in front of him and slowly shook his head. There was something wrong about this, but he believed these three he had picked would be able to handle it.
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The Eagle and the Dragon (High-Realism Modern Mil-Technothriller)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Bam. Interest.
EVERYONE Can start moving their starting posts to the IC
The entire scene was something that could only take place in the world of gods. Avanid watched on in interest as Lathunis stared at the eyes of her father in her palm. “I am sorry it was the only way Lathunis.” Avanid hopped off of Lathunis shoulder as the knife plucked out the golden eyes of her friend. The raven head watched in interest as Lathunis went about the grizzly work. With the blue eyes of Aroesus now in Lathunis skull Avanid cawed in approval. She hopped about in distress though as he friend went to her knees in a meltdown of sort. She gave a slight flap and landed in Lathunis’ lap. “You have to be strong. You have to be. Your father’s city will fall if you can’t pull yourself together. We have things to do and not much time.” She ruffled her feathers a bit making herself looking a bit bigger than she actually was. Her beak clicked a few times as she hopped off her lap and started to fly in circles above her friend.
“I know this is hard Lathunis, but your army awaits you, and they will be needed to ensure your rule that way no one destroys what your father worked so hard to create.” She closes her eyes and flips around to dive towards Lathunis causing a whistle in the air then pulls up last second missing the Goddess completely. “We must go! Now! A army of champions and heroes awaits you!” She wasted no more time and flies high into the air expecting Lathunis to follow. They had to take the army combat these Vampires or the city might very well be lost. She clicked her beak in irritation and knew she was wrong to be so pushy with one so grieving as her friend was, but there was simply no time to waste.
“I know this is hard Lathunis, but your army awaits you, and they will be needed to ensure your rule that way no one destroys what your father worked so hard to create.” She closes her eyes and flips around to dive towards Lathunis causing a whistle in the air then pulls up last second missing the Goddess completely. “We must go! Now! A army of champions and heroes awaits you!” She wasted no more time and flies high into the air expecting Lathunis to follow. They had to take the army combat these Vampires or the city might very well be lost. She clicked her beak in irritation and knew she was wrong to be so pushy with one so grieving as her friend was, but there was simply no time to waste.
The anger that had enveloped Avanid was red and glowing hot at the disrespect that was being shown to Aroesus’ family. Avanid though quickly pushed this anger down into the pit of her stomach to calm herself as best as possible. The red color to her skin fading away to her normal olive complexion. She stares at Lathunis hard for a moment. “Then I guess we will have to act sooner than I wanted with what I have to show you.” Avanid started walking and talking as she did the fury of wanting to go to the battle waging through her body, but held back by her need to get Lathunis the power she needed. “You need to take the eyes out of the cylinder and replace your own with them so I can show you, you’re birthright. A secret inheritance your father was having me build..” Her feet moved quickly across the ground as she made no move to dodge beautiful plants, simply shoving them or ripping them out of her path. She figured Lathunis would be right on her heels.
“We will have to fly To get there, but before we take off the eyes will be of the upmost importance unless you feel like being lost in the lake for some time.” She stops at where she had landed before she could still see the feet prints she had left behind. She stops and turns to Lathunis. “I know you will be confused when you open the tube, but trust me. I would never do anything to wrong you.” She takes a deep breath and waits her hands stroking the feathers of her skull helm and then starts to shift back into her raven form. Her body pops into weird angles and feathers begin to sprout from her skin. Slowly she begins to shrink down the raven skull helm melding with her flesh. She slowly turn into the raven she was before beady black eyes staring up at Lathunis. With a flap and a hop she lands on her friend’s shoulder and perches there.
“We will have to fly To get there, but before we take off the eyes will be of the upmost importance unless you feel like being lost in the lake for some time.” She stops at where she had landed before she could still see the feet prints she had left behind. She stops and turns to Lathunis. “I know you will be confused when you open the tube, but trust me. I would never do anything to wrong you.” She takes a deep breath and waits her hands stroking the feathers of her skull helm and then starts to shift back into her raven form. Her body pops into weird angles and feathers begin to sprout from her skin. Slowly she begins to shrink down the raven skull helm melding with her flesh. She slowly turn into the raven she was before beady black eyes staring up at Lathunis. With a flap and a hop she lands on her friend’s shoulder and perches there.
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