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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 2, 2003 0:33:49 GMT -5
The Holy Realm of Celestia's tranquility was being disrupted by the sounds of Abyssal creatures entering the plane. The petitioners automatically fought them off in a struggle that may be the end of the plane. Bahamut, a resident of the plane, summoned his Dragon Knights.
Possibly the farthest away, was the first to arrive. His hatred for the creatures that cursed his mythril dragon to stone and his father with death was beyond any passion he has.
He landed on the lowest level of the plane/mountain.
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 2, 2003 0:50:29 GMT -5
Merely drawing his sword, the low level demons scutter away. His draconic ability of Frightful Presence was in full effect and doing its job, but it was also fear of his sword, Bahamut's Oath that made them run. The armor magically appeared as he raised the sword over his head, Bahamut's Aid. With one swipe a mid level demon fell to the ground. The others moved back as he began to speak,
"I am well aware of your plot here. You will not reach your goal. I will make sure of it with my own life. I gave up my father's name Alessandro, I am now Blaize-Blain, The Gaurdian of the Mythril Dragon. I will lead up to my name. You will not lay a filthy claw on my mother or a vile foot near the top of Chronias, the Illuminated Heaven. Moradin and all the other dieties of this plane will soon send their own reinforcements and you shall be defeated. The war will begin in three Material plane days. Gather all you can, make all the plans you can muster, because, as long as their is air in my lungs and under my wings, you will persish the fact that you came to this sacred ground."
((An inspirational writer ain't I?))
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 2, 2003 0:54:46 GMT -5
He then takes off to Bahamut's Palace and awaits for others to arrive.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Dec 4, 2003 10:24:40 GMT -5
Lord Cecil Umbrigado heard the call of Celestia and answered. He stepped through the shimmering portal and appeared within Bahamut's palace. His plate mail was magically bleached a brilliant silvery-white, and radiated with his strength. Cecil's weapon, named Talek'kin by the ancients who forged it, stay strapped to his side, ready to fly to his gauntleted hands at moment's notice. Grasping his spiked and studded helmet with both hands, Cecil removes it from his head. His face is set with a pair of deep, piercing hazel eyes, and a long, thick, fiery red mustache. His hair is long and braided, matted down against his skull, but still regal in appearance. Looking around with the gaze that frightened hordes of tanar'ri in their own homes, Cecil awaited another.
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 4, 2003 23:43:35 GMT -5
Amoung the petitioners being suited for armor and the few heroes that had arrived, Cecil stood out like a shining sore thumb. A woman comes up to him with a peice of parchment with a few names on it already. She seems a little surprised to have someone with such obvious power come help. She bowed down low "Welcome, I am Cassandra Vershaun. What is your name?"
Another wonam in a flowing white and sky blue dress with a train a ouple feet behind her enter. "His name is Cecil Umbrigado." she snaps her fingers and the maids behind her leave. "I have been watching you for a long time. I was hoping to finally meet you."
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Post by Challenger on Dec 10, 2003 8:48:52 GMT -5
/ooc Home computer now well and truly done for, I'll write up characters again at home and send them to you on my dads comp sorry for the inconvenience
With a complete lack of fanfare or lightshow the floor in the centre of the petitioner’s hall suddenly became occupied by two people.
The first was most definitely a women, fairly shapely with brown hair down to her shoulders. Fully 5’7’’ and slight of build she stood straight radiating pure confidence and security even in this unfamiliar place. She wore a tight figure hugging green blouse with matching breaches cut to flatter her figure which while modest in that it showed no flesh was certainly not modest in how it fit her. She wore no visible weapons nor did she carry a backpack, a few pouches attached to her belt seemed to be all she carried. She stared around the room, daring anyone to comment on her unexpected arrival.
“I’m starting to see Samuels point.” She whispered to her companion
The second was obviously a warrior, 5’8’’ he was only just taller than his companion yet was much better built. In contrast to his unencumbered friend he wore some form off padded leather armour of a green/brown colour, and carried a large number of weapons and other equipment. In plane view his katana hung from his belt next to a crossbow pistol of unusual design. A tower shield hung from his back with a backpack and a Heavy Crossbow slung over it. Numerous knife handles were visible in his belt. He slouched slightly constantly glancing around, obviously looking for danger and his hands seemed to be ready to pull his weapons in a heartbeat.
“My name is Cara, I am a wanderer of the First Squad. There had better be a damn good reason for summoning me here.” The woman announced with a frown. Her voice spoke of someone used to giving orders and having them obeyed.
“Yer, you just dragged us away from our dinner.” Her companion yelled, only to have his foot trodden on by Cara. He grimaced but didn’t make a sound.
“Shut the hell up Jake.” She whispered fiercely in his ear.
Challenger
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Dec 10, 2003 12:42:10 GMT -5
You there! spoke Lord Umbrigado in a firm, commanding voice Show respect to each other and to the forces who called you while you are in this place! Insolence will not be tolerated in the palace of Bahamut!
His armor and sword seem to shiimmer brightly as he speaks, pulsing with each word he utters.
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Post by Challenger on Dec 10, 2003 12:57:13 GMT -5
Cara raised an eyebrow at Lord Umbrigado
"Unless you fancy being put over my knee young man you'll show some bloody respect yourself and keep your mouth closed."
"Now I've been dragged here without so much as being asked or told where the hell here is, now would someone care to explain why someone decided that was a good idea."
Challenger
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Dec 10, 2003 13:14:48 GMT -5
Lord Umbrigado rests his right hand on his sword hilt.
Lady, you are in Bahamut's palace on Celestia. I recommend both for your safety and out of respect to this place, that for the duration of your stay, you do NOT use such foul language. he says, in a calmer but still forceful tone, I am Lord Cecil Umbrigado, planetar aasimar, and paladin to Tyr the Just. You have been called here, along with myself, to defend this realm against extra-planar incursions. Our captain is to come soon to give us details.
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Post by Challenger on Dec 10, 2003 13:37:32 GMT -5
"Thank you, see how much easy it is when you answer the question rather than shouting your mouth off." Cara said her tone polite if not exactly respectful.
Challenger
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 11, 2003 1:25:31 GMT -5
The sign of slight irritation appeared on the face of the woman in the white and blue dress. "Please, refrain from fighting amoungst each other. Save your anger and aggression for the abyssals when they come."
One of the men near by jumped up, "Wh...when they come? Are you telling me that they are advancing?"
"Yes, at this rate, they'll be at the palace in a day."
A few people begin to panic, but the woman ignores it and goes over and looks at Cassandra's list. "Who is this Cara and the male whose name is unknown?"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Dec 11, 2003 22:28:21 GMT -5
Cecil turns to face the group of gathered petitioners
Citizens of Celestia! I am Lord Cecil Umbrigado, planetar aasimar and paladin of Tyr the Just. I give you my word that no Lower Planar scum shall have free reign on this plane while I still live! he booms, in a loud, clear voice.
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 11, 2003 22:45:16 GMT -5
The same man speaks out again. "And what are you going to do about it? You're only one person?"
The woman's anger finally came out. The whole palace began to shake, "Silence mortal! You are here to fight, not to make quarells amoungst those who have come to save the plane from the evil ones!"
The stupid, stupid man too ignorant to be afraid, "And who are you?"
She pointed one finger at him and three large ice shards came and stabbed him in the chest. "I am Shiva, Goddess of the North and a current resident of this plane! How dare you question me! You ought to be banished to the Astral plane, left to be eaten by the Astral Dreadnaughts!" She waved her ahnd and the man on the floor vanishes.
Many of the people look at her in fear and awe so she says in a calm voice, "I merely sent him to the Blessed Elysian Fields. He is still alive, just in pain. The positive energy will heal him."
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