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Part 1: Black Gold

Faeya Duncan ~ Divided We Fall~ Location: Venel Dregs; an oil-rich desert

It's already a surprise how a daughter from a rich family would just leave the safety of a fortress, much less survive out in the wilderness. Faeya was already, perhaps, accustomed to this way of life: Slay and be slain, break and fall... It was already normal for Faeya; perhaps even for all humanity. The young girl, in her wanderings, was already in the Venel Dregs, a famous land for oil. This desert was never penetrated by the humans because the thick sands of this place was enough to dent even the strongest of their weapons.

The desert in particular wasn't all that hot, it wasn't even hot. The sulfur in the sky was enough to reduce the sun's ultraviolet rays, making this desert no different than any other landscapes; except for the sand.

Faeya would notice that the scent of machines was in the air... This smell of sulfur and ash... It was an omen of what was to come: the Choir of Angels.

Zenon Drewziak ~ He who works in the dark to serve the Light ~ Location: Babylonian Tunnel leading to the outskirts of the Venel Dregs

Babylon was indeed a sullen and dark place. The sun's rays would only pierce through cracks and crevasses, but the people would never receive sunlight as much as the other fortresses would. These harsh conditions hardened these veteran warriors into the determined soldiers they are now... Zenon is an example of that hardened warrior. The lad had made one of the worst fortresses in this god-forsaken world as his home... It was not much, but it was home.

Zenon was fond of the secret tunnels that defined Babylon as it is... However, even through the darkness of the tunnels, not even Zenon could avoid feeling the rumblings of the earth... It seemed like a whole battalion was marching on the battlefield... It wasn't an earthquake; it was a battle formation. Would the young Zenon leave these ominous signs or will he risk the secrecy of Babylon and scout the world above?

Dr. Charles Richardson ~ PhD in Survival? ~ Location: Junalok Woods; razed forest that leads to the Venel Dregs

The desecrated forest loomed around one of the world's last geniuses. Traces of animal and human carcasses were splattered around the tainted grounds. The angels had left a parting gift, literally, parts of the humans here, and there. The attack was just recent as evidenced the stench of sulfur that was still attached to the charred trees; luck was on Dr. Charles' side or is it? Charles would notice that a trail of black fluid swept through the forest ground, the trail was leading the path to the Venel Dregs, one of the shortcuts towards the Church... It would now be a hard decision...

Would he follow that trail and risk detection or would he skirt around the danger and possibly encounter problems by using the longer way around?

Jack and Ryan ~ Bolts and Courage ~ Location: Fortified Bunker on a hill, overlooking the Venel Dregs

It was truly a miracle how these two robots were able to work together. Jack was definitely fine, but Ryan still had the Kill Code within him; hopefully it won't cause trouble for them in the future. The view from their fortification was quite a sight to behold and admire; not that these two robots had the code to admire such views.

The electromagnetic waves in the air had increased in intensity... almost as if it was amplified exponentially. Jack had encountered this sign before... when the robots conducted a siege on his former bunker. From the duo's fortification, they would see a timid female trudging through the Venel Dregs; oblivious to the incoming destruction that was fast approaching her. There was a benefit to having a higher ground... The duo could see the incoming Choir: Fallen Ones, Adjudicators, and a Guardian...

Alexander Price ~ A Heart that Bleeds ~ Location: Venel Dregs

The scent of sulfur would already be strong at this point... Alexander, a young man with grim determination was seen trudging through the Venel Dregs. It would seem that in his wanderings, he had come across this oil-field as well. This scent of sulfur was already an obvious omen to everyone: A choir was approaching. The young Alexander would be able to see a silhouette of a girl at the farther end of the Venel Dregs... He could leave the Venel Dregs now, escaping the incoming Choir, or would he go forth and try to assist this young lady before the Choir would sing her a chorus?
lol :D Nice catch! I edited the post. Additional info is added.
Accepted! I'll be makin' the IC. Will probably up tonight.

I'll be making an Intro Post for you guys :) I won't move your character, but I will describe the location you're in for better clarity. For the nomadic peeps, I will be placing you in a location so that you'll have a proper start.
The piercing roars of those sheep were already irritating to hear from the start. This was supposed to be a joyous occasion; a moment to celebrate... to drink and make merry. The young princess was now being enthroned as the new ruler of their kingdom. What could possibly be a reason for someone to feel immense hatred? A dozen of reasons... apparently. These events were nothing more than just fodder for those naive citizens who were already satisfied with filling their bellies with useless indulgences; people who were content to reproduce and live another day without a care for those who had died to defend them, to keep them alive. Last time the books checked, the King wasn't in the battle of the Moors where almost a hundred soldiers died... The King wasn't also in the battle of the Plains where more than just commanders sacrificed their lives to keep those peasants safe. The King didn't even dirty his shiny shoes to even just empathize with those who lost their limbs... Nothing that the King did was worth praising.

His daughter? Where in Ashmedai's name was she when the generals were dying? Where in heaven was she when the soldiers were starving when the supply routes were cut off by those damned dwarves? No. Not even the queen was worth praising; none in the royal family were worth praising. They were all cowards who used the bodies of innocent men with wives and children to save their own sorry carcasses. Such vile creatures, such greed. Yet, these mindless cattle praise them as if their blood was the one spilled on swords upon swords. At the very least, these pathetic excuses of rulers could have legalized magic, and erased the sickening stigma that was implanted upon all who use the arcane arts, but no... they despise everyone who could gain the upper hand on them... Son's family had to hide their abilities in fear of those wretched fools. Even he had to hide his abilities, lying to the masses that his tattoo was mainly for design... nothing more, nothing less. Living in the shadows of those he could have easily ended... No. This selfishness has to end...

Son watched the Queen... err... Ariben? Ari? Aribelle? Ah, Aribelle. Queen Aribelle... Son forced himself to digest the disgusting sight of the bloodstained crown to be placed on that worthless head of that poor excuse of a princess. The crown which his father... his mother... his family... died defending, was now being placed on another incompetent ruler. Estoria will fall if these kinds of leaders were the ones being thrown to be the King or Queen; in fact, based on what Son was seeing, it looks like as long as you have a connection with the royal family, you're in! Brains? Obviously not. Heart? Only if you have one made out of ice. However, Son knew his duty... He was the queen's adviser, and as such, he should act as one... No matter how unbearable it might become. If he allowed Estoria to fall, he would have let his family down... He wouldn't want that.

Son closed his eyes in fury as the crown was set on the girl's head... assuring her position as queen. Son knew what was going to happen next... She was going to give a speech... Nope, that was his limit. Son closed his senses entirely, trying to muffle all of the hypocritical words she was spouting from that horrid mouth. After a few agonizing moments, Son joined the rest of the royal group towards the dining hall. Son kept his distance as FAR as possible from the hypocrite queen. Son ignored every person who met with the royal group; not that there was anyone who wanted to shake hands or exchange pleasantries with a man in a dark robe and hood. Even the other royal officers were keeping their distance from him.

Suddenly, he noticed that the crowd was relentlessly closing in on their small group, to the point that it became constricting. Those fake smiles that the royals were giving the crowd just rose the frenzied fanaticism that was already boiling in each sheep. Son noticed a group of young men who were now edging closer to the queen, apparently trying to sate their fanaticism... The dark adviser rushed forward through the formation of royals as he held up his left hand, effectively blocking the group of boys from edging any closer to the group.

"Pardon my manners, but my majesty, the Queen, would like to take a breather from all these commotions." Son said in a grim tone as the other peasants looked at him with ire. "If you truly wish for our Queen to be at her best, then you will allow her to rest, for she is human like all of us." Son smiled; an evil smile. Then he whispered something to those vile peasants that he hoped the queen wouldn't hear. "Step away from the queen, you witless worms." Son whispered in a morbid way as he smiled and looked at the path ahead of them, apparently instilling dread into those peasants who wanted to meet the queen and exchange pleasantries. He turned to Aribelle, speaking in a calm tone now.

"Pardon my manners, your majesty. Please, your meal, as well as the meals of the honorable officers and guests have been specially prepared for this glorious occasion." Son chuckled as he bowed and returned to the back of the formation; causing every peasant near him to edge further away then they already were...
Once BkBurke has posted his CS, I'll start makin' the IC :D
Lilith cringed as the specter began to utter words of deadly omens. However, she stood fast and tried to hide the feeling of dread that was jumping in her insides. As the dragon vanished, Lilith shook her head as she tried to forget the words that the dragon had spoken. Suddenly, Lord Kosjurec swung his blade; slicing the air that was the location of the spectral guardian.

"Lord Kosjurec, I highly doubt that the guardian is still here... I think these restless dead value promises and oaths more than they value the treasure... I'm even willing to believe that the only reason why these undead still guard their treasures is because there is an oath or promise hidden among those valuables... The guardian said that his sole purpose is to warn intruders; I doubt he will contradict himself." Lilith smiled as she looked around, taking a glance at her allies; perhaps even prolonging that simple glance at Lord Delastruix. She then looked forward as she turned to Lord Kosjurec.

"My lord... Day is fading... It would be treacherous to traverse these desecrated lands without the sun on our side... I suggest we move now to maximize what daylight we have left. If it's okay with everyone, that is." Lilith suggested in a light tone as she bowed her head.
Aight! I'm excited for your CSs!

@User: Accepted! I have some plans for your character :D

I'll be posting the character list tonight perhaps.
Lilith began to panic. Spells to fight the undead? She barely had any spells to fight an insect!

"I uhh-- uhmm-- Sorry to disappoint but--." Lilith stammered as she was cut off by the sudden arrival of another human; FINALLY! Someone who was like her! The man was quite the royalty; evidenced from his top-notch equipment that signaled immense wealth. The girl observed the man, noticing his proud tone and his familiarity with the Lord Kosjurec. Apparently, these warriors go way back, and seeing that this man, calling himself Delastruix, had a bold and brave aura, Lilith relaxed a little bit. Lilith merely observed the observations around them, trying to keep track of how her allies would act soon.

Suddenly, her thoughts were broken as Lord Delastruix stopped in front of her and gave her a polite bow; offering her some chivalrous words of keeping her safe. Lilith returned the bow as she smiled as gently as possible.

"With all due respect, Lord Delastruix, it is my responsibility to protect my allies. I will do my best to not get in the way of your endeavors, and as such, I will offer necessary aid." Lilith replied as she looked at her allies. "Furthermore, I will take no treasure or bounty. Feel free to take whatever is allowed." Lilith assured them as she smiled. Suddenly, Lord Kosjurec drew his huge blade; startling Lilith greatly. However, Lilith was even more startled as she saw a large spectral... dragon?!

The dragon began to speak... its voice carrying vile omens and warnings. "Whatever choice that my lords would choose, I will be in full support. I'll see it through." Lilith said in a determined voice as she focused her attention on the spectral creature.
Sorry for the delay :) Will be posting!
Excellent! I'll be makin' the NPCs

Edit and Update: Sorry! I forgot to add an appearance section. Thank you to Savi though for adding an appearance :D For Gareth, please add an appearance XD I am so sorry!
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