Legion X51

The Prophecy

She ain't letting go don't worry. Ain't noone touching her Jaelnec! Bloody violent asshats jumping in and ruining her pleasant mental breakdown. :P

@cthulu

Cat fight! Cat fight! Cat fight!

Mass Effect: Borealis

<Snipped quote by Legion X51>

Ack! *gets the geth spray!!* :P

@Fallenreaper

Nuuu, submit to the SlavMeme! They even have kickass tracksuits!

The Prophecy

Her worst nightmare had come true. The white-skinned woman had outflanked her during her brief spat with the warrior male, and was now leaping towards her, almost in a manner Angora would do. She was now actively fighting two people, and was unlikely to be able to finish off the white-skin before the male was able to exploit her failed shoulder-charge. Never mind. She could fight them both - at least, she would try. The white-skin's leap cannoned into Angora's back, the force knocking Angora into a stagger, but not to the ground. The white-skin attempted a choke-hold grip around Angora's throat, but Angora was having none of it - she drove her elbow into the white-skin's kidney area, and attempted to headbutt the white-skin's face with the back of her head. At the same time, Angora dug her nails into the white-skin's arm around her throat as hard as she could, and tried to wrench the arm away from her throat to allow her to breathe - or at least gain some leverage so she could sink her teeth into the white-skin's soft, tender flesh on her arm... The male was now not her priority - the white-skin had Angora's full attention. Finally, even if the previous actions had forced the white-skin to release her grip somewhat, Angora threw herself backwards, trying to force the white-skinned woman to release her through sheer pain, if not deal her some serious damage with the force of the impact and the weight of the Untamed on top of her at the same time. On the ground, Angora would be able to keep up with the fight. She hoped.

It was a strategy more of desperation than anything else. Angora would have to force the white-skin to release her by dealing her enough pain that she simply couldn't hold on any longer, or Angora was finished - she could feel the lack of oxygen to her head beginning to affect her already, especially with her heightened state of aggression with her adrenaline up. However, it didn't frighten her, merely intensify her fury, and Angora was able to gasp out a strangled scream of rage, no doubt echoing in the heads of those who could hear it...

Mass Effect: Borealis

inb4 cyka blyat

@DJAtomika

CYKA BLYAT RUSH B

The Prophecy

The clash of blades sent shivers through Angora's arms, and the shock of obsidite on sartal rang in Angora's ears - she growled in pain as the shock coursed through her very bones and the ringing in her ears echoed through her head. She'd underestimated how quickly this male was able to recover from the stunning effect, and she'd definitely underestimated his strength and skill at arms. The counter-push on her blade also caught her off-guard, though Angora was able to counter-balance herself in time to avoid being pushed back completely. Angora's aura flared upon the impact of sword upon sword, the outsider within Angora now fearful for its host's life in the face of this counter-attack. Nevertheless, Angora knew she still had the upper hand - at least for now. Angora pushed back against the male, driving forwards fuelled by adrenaline and mindless fury, before attempting to slide her sword off of his and charge with her shoulder at full power against his chest. Hopefully, that would force the combat into close-quarters, where Angora's savagery would benefit her more with her fists and teeth than with her sword. If it didn't, she was definitely about to lose the initiative, despite her promising opening attack on the male. She wouldn't get another chance to attack him like that again, especially if he was controlling the pace of the fight. Then, there were his comrades to deal with - Angora briefly wondered what the others were doing in a moment of lucidity in her rage, but it was quickly lost in a torrent of adrenaline and raw animalistic passion for blood. Should the painted woman, or the green-skinned man, or even the white-skinned woman intervene and attempt to wrestle her away from her opponent, Angora could be in trouble. She just had to hope that the white-skinned woman's word of power was still taking its effect on them, or that her aura was making logical thinking hard to accomplish.

After all, she was outnumbered some 4 or 5-to-1. Some dim part of her mind screamed at her that this was a mistake, that these people might not have even been enemies, and that she was going to lose, no matter what she did. But it was to no avail. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. This was turning into one of those times where the going was getting tough. Was Angora tough enough to get going?

The Prophecy

Angora tensed as she felt the magical shockwave pass through her body as the white-skinned one yelled some word of power at her. Angora didn't understand what the woman had said, but it seemed that the rest of her travelling companions had - the two blue-lipped ones had stopped whatever they were doing and looked at her blankly - the blue-lipped painted woman had even dropped her crossbows (which Angora hadn't noticed were loaded), and the male's stance was that of confusion and unreadiness. Angora, by some sheer luck, now had the upper hand - the only immediate threats to her were the charging male warrior, who had also stopped, and the large beast in the background. Angora knew she had to act quickly - whatever had stunned her adversaries would wear off soon. Crouching and shifting her weight onto the balls of her feet, Angora hissed at the male warrior. He would be first to die, first to slake her thirst for blood.

Angora darted forward and brought the Black Blade downward in a great stroke, using all of her strength to hopefully smash through whatever defence the male was able to put up in response and cleave into his body. If anything, it would give her the upper hand, and would render the assistance of the blue-lipped painted female useless - who would dare fire into such a melee?

The Prophecy

Angora the Untamed

It had been two days since her last clash. Two days since the last time she had slaked her blade's thirst for the blood of her foes, two days since she had last eaten fresh meat. The cuts she had taken with her were beginning to grow dry and were proving to be poor quality nourishment, though Angora had difficulty remembering why that was. The outsider's incessant thirst for knowledge had sadly replaced much of her psyche - ironic, really, considering that what Angora used to know was exactly what the outsider wanted; the experiences, the sights, the smells of the material realm. And now Angora was having to rediscover it all herself. Last night she had a dream... A dream where the names "Yvann" and "Reikard" kept appearing. People were shouting unintelligibly in the background in a strange language that Angora thought sounded familiar, but she couldn't understand head nor tail of it. She was playing in a garden, with a wooden sword, sparring against two slightly older boys, which looked similar to her, but Angora didn't know why - and then an older woman came around, and said something in the strange language. And as if by magic, Angora and the boys stopped whatever it was they were doing and came inside? It was both intriguing and discomforting to Angora. The scene seemed vaguely familiar, all of it did, but she couldn't quite place-

A snap of a branch and the sound of a falling body hitting the ground brought Angora back to the world around her. Drawing her sword instinctively, Angora looked about cautiously, scanning for any movement in the immediate vicinity, before she walked over to the side of the dirt road that she had been following for the last week or so ago. There were odd sounds that she could hear dimly - sounds that she had never heard before. She recognised it as a language, but what exactly it was she had no idea - indeed, not even the locals sounded *anything* like it. Were they foreigners to this land? Were they from far away? But most importantly, were they a threat? Angora slowly crawled her way through the undergrowth in the direction that the noise had come from... She caught her leg on a thorn and growled under her breath, pulling the leg free and scratching it in the process. Blood oozed from the small cut, but Angora paid little attention to it as she carefully made her way through the bushes and long grass that covered the dirt of the forest. Finally, Angora was able to reach the undergrowth on the other side - a small clearing opened up, and in it were several figures. Angora gripped her sword tightly as she scanned over the people before her. An old man, with a very pale-skinned woman who looked to be almost hanging onto his sleeve. Neither appeared to be well-armed, and posed little threat to her directly... but they would have to be dealt with. Then there was a man on the ground, who appeared to be well-armed and armoured, but his demeanour was one of exhaustion - Angora reckoned she could deal with him quickly, unlike the men in steel plate on horseback that she encountered every so often. Then there were two over by the tree, with a branch having fallen from it nearby. These must have been the people that caused the initial commotion in the first place. The one female looked to have her crossbows at hand - she was a very dangerous threat and required immediate neutralisation, whilst the male looked more like a hunter - he had a knife in his hand and was looking about nervously. Had she been seen? No, his movements weren't of discovery, they were of confusion. Finally, there was the man with a sword who was up and about. He was the primary target - he looked to be the most capable of defending them and himself... Angora tensed, and prepared herself for the carnage that was about to commence.

The woman with the crossbows had to be dealt with first, before the man with the sword. Then... the others were free to do as she pleased with them. Angora would eat well tonight.

With a bloodcurdling, inhuman scream, she leapt from the bushes, her sword raised above her head, a wild look in her eye and a thirst for blood on her lips. The Untamed had come.

The Prophecy

Link to Angora's new Character Sheet

The Prophecy

Right, I suppose it's time for me to finally face the music on this, considering I'm the reason behind much of the stalling.

Iridiel isn't a character that I've liked writing for a while now. She's always felt rather forced to me, she didn't feel natural, didn't feel as if she fit in with the setting - heck, I had to make a whole new race for her and her partner, and that attracted a bit of flak, which looking back is pretty justified. What makes the eireannach actually any different from your traditional fantasy stereotypical race? Nothing, really, aside from the metallic compound used in their blood. They're not relevant to the story, they're not even part of the world in which the story is taking place, these just make me realise that there isn't much point in me playing Iridiel, in my view. I'm not enjoying writing as her, and this lack of enjoyment has impacted on other people, for which I am truly sorry, I really am, and it's not fair on others for them to be penalised because some eejit from the north can't be bothered to make his character fun to write for again.

So, what's to do about it? Well, I'm retiring Iridiel. But I'm not retiring from the RP. Shien and I (and Jack has had a PM sent to him about this) have been collaborating to create a new character of mine. And this one will be more intriguing, more enjoyable to roleplay and more able to be interactive with the other members of the party.

Who is this new person? Well, until she's finalised, all I can give is her name: Angora the Untamed.

Once again, I want to apologise for the awful delays, and I'm really sorry for the inconvenience caused...

-Legion

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Would people be opposed to a "Scottish" nation based around vampiric nobility, slavery, blood magic and other such devious chicanery? I originally had them down for the Gilded Throne, but no reply seemed forthcoming - figured I'd take them here instead.

As for nation claims, I'd either take Area 12 or Area 5.