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Interested if it is still up in the air.
I am interested> And might I say your signature is oddly addicting to look at.
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Ragna's voice took a distant edge to it. " We demons are beings born of chaos. Our origins are as shaded as that of the Angels. Yeah sure they tell you that that were made by a big and mighty man. But that is just to stop questions from being raised and it keeps awareness focused on the other races. Nothing we do makes much sense to outsiders. Our thought process is chaotic and disheveled as a land tore apart by our armies." He paused for a second thinking back to his fathers obsidian mansion. The torture he suffered there in the name of strength was laudable. His head shifted slightly as he donned his helm his hand grazing the edge of his hilt as he turned around in one practiced motion. His sword met the sharpened steel of another sword with a clang. The air started to reek of sulfur and the ground around the other demons feet wrought in flame." Awww bro. You are no fun. You weren't supposed to turn around. Then I could have painted your girl with your blood~" The voice belonged to his eldest brother, Baal. Unlike the stories however, Baal was a offspring of his father and a succubus. He got his fathers strength but his mothers looks. Baal was a lithe man who wore only the most base of armor using his speed to avoid attacks. " Oh well. I'm not supposed to be here but I couldn't stand dad's ranting anymore. Anyway. Toodles bro~" With that he was gone back through the same portal he arrived in. Ragna let out a sigh and sheathed his blade once again. " I am so thankful that he takes nothing seriously...Anyway. Where was I... Oh! The king has something planned and that plan involves you. Trust me when I say it will save your mind a lot of trouble if you don't think about it." He managed a weak smile down at her before returning his gaze to the dirt road that stretched outward from them. " Lydia. Why did you decide to come with me. You could have easily killed me and escaped yourself. Or just not come and left me to my own devices until I left. So why, if I may ask?"
The murky blackness drifted around Ragna as he opened his molten eyes. The sun he was expecting to see was blotted out by the darkness. Shaking the sleepiness from his eyes he started to stand to get Lydianna up and moving when he felt the first crunch beneath his boots. Glancing down at the familiar sound he stared at the mutilated body of Blathir. The halfings organs were strewn across the yard and Ragna's foot rested through the poor dwarves ribcage, which collapsed under the weight. His eyes went wide for a second before he glanced up and looked around once more. The entire fort was torn asunder. Hellhounds played with the dwarves. Nipping bits of flesh away at a time. The Chorus of war sounded around him once again. The painful sound of innocent souls dying for his mistakes. Behind him he heard Lydia's voice among several dwarves pierce the night. They were trapped in the great hall. Quickly turning around he saw the entire thing go up in a blaze. The heat licking at his armor, causing his brow to break out in a slight sweat. Reacting purely on instinct, He went for his claymore to find the sheath empty. Quickly adapting he swung his hand around to try and break the door down to save her. As his gauntlet-ed fist met with the door it shattered and the entire scene disappeared. Ragna was left in the darkness once more. Soon it faded and he was back in his father's manor. The blood of the guard that tried to rape his mom was covering him from head to toe. The broken shovel lay impaled in the bigger demons head. His father passed through at the right time and quickly looked him over. His voice cutting a cold sensation through him. " Who are you boy?" Ragna looked up at his father's imposing figure. " I..I am your worthless halfbreed son. You sent me and my mu-" His father raised his hand. " Say no more. Prove your worth and you won't be a halfbreed. You have a strong figure. You will be either a great pride to my name, or you will die trying." He signaled to his guards who took Ragna by the arms and drug him from his dead mother. His voice burning into his mind. " ...and send someone to clean that whores corpse from the stable." _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ragna's hand went to his blade as his eyes shot open. The shining sun burning his vision. As soon as his eyes shifted he saw Lydia geared up and coming from the great hall. He sighed a small sigh of relief that it was only a dream. But what a peculiar dream. He shook it off and stood up. His helm rolling off his chest. Cursing he picked it up and tucked it under his arm. " Ah, Lydia, I'm glad your saf...An, Nevermind me. Had enough sleep?" He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. " Anyway we need to depart now. We lost enough time with this." He turned and started for the gate which started to open as soon as they two of them started to move towards it. The road north will take them away from every dwarven settlement until it branches west and east at the river that fed the entire dwarven nation with their water. Ranga had the map in his head and knew they would have to travel several days to reach the river. And then several more to reach his land safely. Such a time consuming trip, but necessary. His eyes glanced up at Lydia and he began to wonder truly what that dream was about. He was also worried for her safety. Partly because of his oath, But some part of his heart could confide in her since they shared tortured pasts. Minutes passed before he realized he was staring he quickly glanced away. He knew it could never be. He would deliver the girl to the king, get his pay, then retire to his castle where he would plot his fathers end. Plans. That is what his life was. Ragna has been waiting for so long for revenge and now he has the reason to. He can kill his entire family and secure...everything. His memories flashed back to the training his father put him through. The countless slaves he had killed because his father told him to. The nights spent staffing off hunger and the Hellhounds his father sicked on him. Then his mind drifted back to Lydia. ' I wonder what sort of life she lived. She seems so innocent and pure. Definitely not for me....' He let out an exasperated sigh. "So Lydia. For the safest path I think we should travel north to the river, then west to the demon lands. If you have any ideas, or just wish to get this over with and cut west. I would understand. Though that way we would put countless halflings...Ah. Dwarven settlements at risk. Personally I think at the river we can lose the trackers, then they will either disperse back to their plans, or well...kill dwarves till they fight back."
Ragnarok silently followed after the elf girl after she yelled out a peculiar dwarfs name. How she knew him was beyond him because they all looked the same. Short, veiny, and hairy. So rather then procure her wraith he simply watched the dwarven soldiers shift their weapons to him till the fellow named Blathir made them stand down. He nodded a gentle thanks to the dwarf as Lydia introduced him to the stout creature. The time wore on as Lydia and the dwarf weaved their way through the fortress to the kitchen then finally to a private room that was almost definitely Blathir's. Lydia went on to explain everything and somewhere between the fall of Termina and Ragna's family he drifted off. His consciousness feeling the pull of a magic call. WIth a deep breath he let his mind fade away till he saw his father sitting on a throne of bones. "Ah. Dear boy. So good of you to answer the call of your father. Do you know the value of the wee lass you are traveling with? Of course you don't. Your brothers do. Which is why they are trying to kill you... Though I'm sure you already ran into them, huh?" His voice was like a metal knife scraping across a glass plate. Ragna forced himself to calm down and allowed a smile to broach his lips." Yes father. However. Whatever the worth of her. She is like me, and I made an oath to get her to the King safe. Family or not if you try to destroy my oath. I will see your head on a pike." He waved his hand casting himself from his fathers grasp and returning to his body just in time to catch. " Earth knows...." His hearing faded out for a second before he refocused on reality. " I don't...." He decided to stay his tongue and follow them to what equated to a great hall for the dwarves, and with Lydia curling next to the wall he mumbled a simple good night before slipping back out into the courtyard to get a glance at the new dawn. "What could she possibly be to both the King and my father. She is just a half-breed....like me..." Ragna mumbled under his breath before sitting down against the wall and putting his chin in his hands. "So many questions. So little time." His eyes drifted the the black steel helm the now rested on the ground, with his hand moving to the hilt of his claymore. " Mother. Provide me with the power to fight my father and brothers. Provide me with the ability to decimate any and all threats to Lydianna, for she is my oath." He never truly believed in higher powers before however he felt that he should try and get a blessing or two while he was still alive. In the distance the demon war machine was on the march. Destroying everything in their path. Leaving roads of bone, and cities aflame. Ragnarok could feel it in his heart. His brothers were getting closer and the longer they stayed here, the more trouble these....halflings would be in. As much as he despised the little men, he never wished the demons wrath upon them. Specially not his fathers wrath.
Even then. Observation solves everything. The female and male human body are different ^¥^ curves and the such. And I figured from your post something along those lines would be defined enough to make a decision on her sex.
That's pilot right?

Been a while since I read RA
It was that time of the year again when 'RK' began to run out of money. The sickly sweet stench of alcohol, or at least what was passed for it in the dome, clung to the tattered black cloak that hung around his shoulders hiding the thin plated suit and duffle bag beneath it's folds. The ruined cloak did it's job well hiding everything from view minus the black carbon rifle that jutted out from under the cloak hanging awkwardly in the open air. His miscellaneous melee weapons hung neatly against the suit's plates. Capable of being hidden as well if needed but still allowed them to be accessed in a jiff in he was ambushed.

A simple gasmask sat on top of his head, pushing his hair down over his face even more. The sunglasses skewed any hope of knowing where he was going from anyone else but him. The orders had been simple and clean. Just they way he liked it. And it paid well which was an added bonus since he could go out and collect a few things to sell after. 'Meet at the designated airlock at the designated time.' The orders ran through his head over and over again, repeating like a mantra he lived his life by.

He walked with one hand draped over his rifle. His other flipping the old worn away coin that was as featureless as the darkness that clouded his mind when he became too sober. Now that was a scary thought. He chuckled to himself before turning around the corner where another lone soul sat waiting. Her foot tapping against the metal grating beneath her in tune with nothing, but at the same time holding a melody that caught Cyrus' ears. He put on his best smile and started to approach the girl.

"I take it you are either the provocateur. No that isn't the word..." He broke off and mumbled to himself for a few seconds before turning back to her. " Contractor! That is the word... or another soul deemed to venture out into that god forsaken world with the likes of miscreants like me." He stopped and extended his hand flashing her a tight lipped smile. " The name is Cyrus Vestien.. 'RK' works if you don't wish to call me by my real name. You are?"
Ah. Indeed I am. And suffering from severe unluckiness. Every single time I've tried to use the guild it has been down. On a separate note. Merry Christmas and a Joyous Kwanza
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