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  1. Vaude
    - Kaspar Ulrich - Seraphim Order - City of Ruin - Kaspar rose his glass to the rest of the table, a counterfeit smile stuck on his face. He wondered when the festivities would end so that he could return to more important business, but again he eyed the weight of the group with a pitiless scale. All within the room looked quite adept in their abilities but the innocuous-seeming girl Rei and maybe the happy-go-lucky Vortludo, but he had no way of gauging their auras fully with his green, sunken eyes. He would have to cast seeking magic to understand their abilities a bit better, and he had neither the time nor the resources to use such a spell. "I must say, Yevgeni, you harbour very interesting company," he uttered with a matching, interested look around the table. "If I may ask for all of your names, I would greatly enjoy meeting you all. I am Kaspar Herzog Ulrich, a denizen of an unimportant town close to Feldspar. I used to serve my own interests far from the Empire's gaze, but now I seek two things: to find and unravel the mysteries of this world and to better my fellow sentients of this world." - Paul (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Siege of Hylvania - Paul cracked a slight smile on his proud and angry features, managing to score a hit on the enemy general and cause a disruption in his fighting style, but recent events worried the elf. The man Zane was solid and powerful, not only still standing after a powerful burst of water struck his stomach but able to phase in and out of objects when he deemed fit, as was evident when the Northern werewolf attempted a wild slice through his body with a blade. This was a magic the elf had never seen before, or something worse and darker than magic, but worse yet was the other recent event: where there once was one enemy, now there were two. Paul had little time to think about the new adversary as Zane teleported in front of the elven general, preparing a fist aimed for his head. Paul drew his rapier and sliced it horizontally towards Zane, simultaneously lashing out with some remaining water at his feet with his other hand. He was aiming for the counter should Zane try to phase or dodge, but Zane dared a trickier approach, slipping out of view and continuing to aim his punch towards Paul's head from behind. It was impossible to react fast enough after his exerted actions, and Paul felt the full effect of the punch to his cheek, nosediving into the ground. Luckily, the damage from the punch was not that great, rattling the man soon enough to gather more groundwater and form a ring of water around himself, the water spiralling clockwise into a controlled vortex that did not spill outward. After four seconds, the water stopped spiralling to his left and was fired off at Zane in a wild gush. Near the end, Paul readied his rapier in icepick (reverse) grip, just in case Zane teleported or phased to avoid the attack. - Jasmine (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Shivering Moors - Jasmine was about to agree with the lilac-locked elf in front of him, recognising her and her standpoint, but chaos lashed out far too quickly. A slashing wave fired off overhead, causing panic within the ranks of elven citizens. The crowd dispersed as everyone ran for cover, but Jasmine, Eclaire, and Fiora stayed put, as well as the elven woman from before. "My lady," he said to her, "you're too important to risk losing here. Run and take shelter. As for you, Eclaire," he continued, turning his head to look at the leader of Messiah, "trouble seems to dog you, but from a glance I can understand you to not be as blackhearted as this youth in front of me. Should you consider me an ally for the present, I would be proud to bring her down alongside you to prevent death in this city."
  2. Vaude
    Ooh, very nice; that is perfect to my eyes. After Yltriss' going cold turkey for a while, it should be little to no time before she ceases to crave it, though the addict within will strive to get the better of her once she has access to it again.
  3. Vaude
    An old elf drinking tanzynite soda and feeling refreshed, women getting flung off airships by women and afterwards being caught by the second set of women, Uzume meat stew, sentient ninja armour throwing a stun baton at an elven child, a warlock pickpocketing a spell-bound rogue in favour of a previously unhappy pretty woman -- it just keeps getting better and better! Now, what next? Quick question, Yuffie: regarding Yltriss' tonic given to her by the Doctor, was it just a refresher to relieve tanzynite symptoms, or was it a random or specific tanzynite?
  4. Vaude
    *chuckles*, you seriously weren't kidding about Maxis going to the mines covered in blood, huh? I don't think that Maxis would aid Eclaire's reputation with mass slaughter and red stains on carpets, but the shock value would be priceless as a cloaked red Tenno unveils himself behind Jadis. To Scrap and Kunivas and whoever else played the game that tombships are in, what are tombships like, and how can a ship like that regenerate? Are they organic ships like Moya from Farscape or nanobots or a reverse-aging spell woven into them upon destruction or something else? Or perhaps, after looking at your post again, they just teleport back and their parts get salvaged for newer ships. This holds my intrigue. Things are getting quite interesting and progressing wonderfully, I daresay. I'm also glad to see that a new face (at least to me) is joining our motley crew. Lastly, glad to see that you are feeling better, Kunivas. Now, how about yourself, Yuffie? You are feeling better than before, right?
  5. Vaude
    - Rufus Contralto - Neutral - Outside Krile - The older man looked on at Deuce's nervous reaction with a scratch of his bushy head, not entirely sure what to do. Rufus long knew that he was pathetic with kids, let alone with women to have a son or daughter of his own someday, and Deuce, being of an age between youth and adulthood truthfully unfamiliar to him, was hard for him to understand. However, he did understand abandonment, and that sparked an idea for action. He was not about to leave Deuce to his own devices in his time of need. "Surely there's been a mistake, Master Deuce, or worse yet they actually think you to be dead. In search for them we shall take great precedence, but taking care of ourselves is of utmost concern. This ship will be running out of fuel soon. Lelita!" "Aye, Cap'n?" cried the helmswoman from the raised portion of the ship. "Turn the ship back to our home port, back to Hylvania before we fall out of the sky." "Will do, sir," she spoke with a smile, the expression mostly at Deuce's still remaining on the ship rather than the thought of returning home. "As for you, Master Deuce, we are in grave need of a mechanic on this ragged, ill-sought-after ship. My crew and I have little knowledge of how to repair things, and any help you can provide us would be of great assistance. That is, if you'll have us as comrades before we get you back to your blond-haired crier of 'Deuce' and other assorted friends," he added with a wink. - Jasmine (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Shivering Moors - The Cinnabar General, quite like many of his fellow elves, glanced above the town and saw the strange shape of an airship looming over the town square, blocking the noonday sun with an eclipsing shadow. It was not often that an airship crossed the borderline of the elven homelands, usually in the form of high-class personnel and goods transports, but this seemed different than both. It just hovered there in the sky, and to Jasmine's eyes it was a threat. Paul, my elder brother, is this the unrest you are feeling right now? he thought to himself, feeling the burning sensation of loss in his chest and the ache of strain in his muscles. Are you being beset by a similar fate that is to become of us in our very own capital? A cry came out, a scream from high above, and Jasmine's eyes narrowed. His hands fumbled for the tanzynite injector gathered in his clothes and, upon catching a proper hold of it, fired it into his bloodstream. Water frothed at his feet and was ready to surge toward the falling woman to stop her descent, but instead she was snatched up by someone else, someone with wings. At first he could not believe his eyes, but it was so. That someone with wings was Eclaire, and she was alive and well. Nevertheless, he was wary. As she spoke to the crowds of Shivering Moors, he felt a sense of unease in her persuasive words--as Paul would have, he thought in check to himself. Pushing forward in the crowd, almost bowling over a few elves in the process, he fought his way to the centre of the square. "What mean you that Yevgeni is a traitor, and what plans have you in store for the world?" he boomed, trying his best to match her coverage of voice. He had to admit that he did not like the eyes of his countrymen watching him at this moment. Outside of his shining red armour, he looked almost like every other elf out there, excepting his thick muscles and his proud features. In addition to that, public speaking was not one of his strong points, but to prevent himself from being torn away from the stage and booed away by the crowd he kept his turbulent eyes locked on her and his feet firmly planted underneath him. [[EDIT: Changed Rufus' destination to Hylvania.]]
  6. Vaude
    Oh, good point there, Yuffie. I half-forgot about Sabre asking us that. Thankfully nothing in my post pertains to him at present, but I'll do the same later on.
  7. Vaude
    - Kaspar - Seraphim Order - City of Ruin - Kaspar onlooked Yagyu's actions from the shadows of the room, puppeteering the illusion of himself to head into the banquet hall before dissolving into a small flash of light and a puff of magical smoke. His green eyes narrowed as interest lapped at the corners of his mind, and not the good kind of interest. An interesting eye you have there, my dear, he thought to himself with a quiet chuckle. I see that patches can hide more than a blind eye, but a red, glowing one is new to even me. However, your visual power can be of great service to me, whatever secrets it holds. May our paths cross once again in the near future so that you may tumble into near-death's embrace. With an unchanging smirk on his illusive face, Kaspar waited for Yagyu to slip around the corner and joined Yevgeni's banquet, taking a seat two seats down from Ava. The food looked eye-watering and delectable for others, but not for Kaspar. For him, eating was a thing of the past that he left behind, instead drawing forth the power of the earth and death to fuel his unlife. Even still, he decorated his plate with a sparse amount of vegetables of various shapes, playing the part and joining in the festivities. Meanwhile, in Kaspar's recently taken room in the basement, precious little could reveal his presence except the strange swirl of dust that overtook the room and the trace amounts of a dark magic. The dust could most easily be distinguished if one has a keen eye or enough light (though other means abounded), and the dark taint could very easily be felt as any or all of three things: cold, sorrow, and the sensation of drowning. - Paul (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Defensive General of Hylvania - Paul was near the edge of despair on many a situation, warring alongside a small company of troops against the imperial invaders of Hylvania and watching the dwindling of his troops in the most horrible of ways. On a spiral staircase a Hylvanian soldier, a family man and one of the Seraphim Order's best troops, was shot in the neck and tumbled down the stairs in hideous fashion, in the end crumbling into a blend of blood and metal. A few minutes ago, four greenhorn troops were cut down and grappled in front of Paul by a man in a white mask, one of which was his son-in-law. Rage had built up within him, gathering with each passing death, and now he found the man in the white mask fighting on the battlefield alongside an unknown ally. Red-faced, he turned to his fellow survivors. "Fight on and live on, comrades! I must confront the man that killed Vaan, and rejoice in the knowledge that the battle will end quickly with the death of its commander." His only answer was a grim silence, but it was nothing he did not expect. There had been too much death for rejoicing, and none of them were in any condition to even smile. A little mellower, Paul charged into the heat of battle, aiming his hand at Zane's figure far away. "Unto the sacred brook rallies young waters from the mountains, channeling its vitality to those who are good that drink from it," he spoke in Elvish, water spinning in front of him in three spheres, "but for the wicked it delivers violence. Gush forth and drown the wicked one!" The three spheres burst outward in a torrent, firing in thin, high-pressure streams of water. One was aimed at Zane and would strike his stomach dead-on, and two aimed behind Zane at two paces and four paces in length from him. Paul hoped that this would be enough to kill him, or at least put him in a bad position for the mysterious Northern commander to kill him.
  8. Vaude
    Apologies for the unintentional insult, but I have little familiarity with people's characters beyond NS2 and this RP. My remembering these newer characters will come in time. As for Kuni's characters, to be honest I keep forgetting where they are located, excepting Zanza who holds a dear place in Rufus' my heart, and Shinobi slips my mind in a way typical for ninjas. You're very welcome, MA, as usual. =) This made my day go from great to greater. Let the battle continue to commence -- wolf man versus slippery eel! I do wonder, though, if I should have one of the NPC elf twins join the fight alongside Stark and against Zane, most probably winding up killed in the end.
  9. Vaude
    Fixed. Anybody notice other needed edits?
  10. Vaude
    Hey there! To give Mystic's Apprentice a break, this'll possibly help. The majority of the post would be Emerald's/Yuffie's original recap from several pages back, but I will outline my additions in VIBRANT RED RUS.
  11. Vaude
    - Kaspar Ulrich - Seraphim Order - City of Ruin - Kaspar looked at the girl Yagyu with an unwavering smile, fixating his gaze on her unique appearance. She had the air of a power beyond normal human boundaries, but how he was unsure. "Kaspar Herzog Ulrich, a newcomer to this fine citadel and a guest to the esteemed leader of the Seraphim Order, Yevgeni Malachite." He spoke as crisply as a diplomat, intending to convince the young one-eyed lady that he was harmless. "I believe I have seen you talking with him earlier today on friendly terms, but perhaps you did not see me. Now, if you do not mind, I have a feast to attend." With a modest bow, he turned his back toward her, churning up an illusion spell to reveal a copy of himself walking toward the banquet hall while hiding his real self. He did not trust Yagyu probably as much as she did not trust him, and precautions had to be made should she try to make a move.
  12. Vaude
    Oh! Good point; I'll tack that on as well. Thank you very much for reminding me of this. As for Rhasolvich, I think the town is coming along pretty well, considering just a year back it was the major origin of the crisis everyone is in right now. Sure, there's imperial Taken troops everywhere, but if you keep your nose out of official business everything's cozy.
  13. Vaude
    And I'm back to the world of computers. Thank you for your patience after the long quest of moving. Things ought to be a little more settled for me. Also, love the posts you guys have made, Yuffie and Riki. =P Also also, it seems that a lot more than the Amulet of Yendor can be used to ascend to godhood (kudos to those who can get this reference).
  14. Vaude
    - Rufus Contralto - Neutral - Outside Krile - Rufus gave Deuce an askance look, surprised by the sudden question, and rubbed his chin ponderously with his eyes reaching up to the squat ceiling. No one had really asked him that question before, and he wondered what was the best answer. "A myriad of replies come to my mind, but none cover all involved," he spoke at last, shaking his head like a stumped old man. "I was a misfit with a lust for adventure and action, and I wanted to hurt the Empire, so I pirated this vessel with the help of two others, both dead, to my knowledge. Lelita wanted freedom and is the best pilot I can find, so I let her be in charge of the helm. Harst, Shipman, and Mullins have a history, but they don't care of the job as long as they get paid and treated well. Ol' Yella and I are boon companions with a connection, learning from the same teacher and taught in the utmost of symbiosis combining magic and potions. A misfit too is he, a result of tempestuous breeding, but his brain, however loose, remains intact. I fear only a few realise his true genius. "Pogo's an interesting one, though. His intelligence matches his sloppy mannerisms and diplomacy, but he's the most loyal of my crew and stays my first mate because of that. No one complains about him much. And Reggie . . . Reggie's beyond me. Hired was he to be a spotter, but he's a bookworm and an appraiser. He knows what to sell and what to look out for." Ol' Yella pounded away at some dough for dumplings in the rocktail soup, and the rattling of too many things from his massive dwarven fists became too much for Rufus to handle. Beyond that, the slight tug of deceleration forewarned Rufus that the ship finally hovered near the road's location, and he smiled. "Come, Master Deuce," he shouted as he started leaving the room, "into the hall so your ears don't bleed out, and press the digital button along the way. We are here." - Yltriss Hyulli - New Empire - Prisoner on the Oathkeeper - Yltriss narrowed her eyes at the young woman as she left, a number of questions and assumptions flooding her head. "This girl truly is too innocent," the elf muttered under her breath. "She can't even lie without giving herself away with a pause. What is Messiah thinking, adding her to their ranks? Is Eclaire just that brainless or is the girl here for other reasons . . . or is this all a ploy?" Fiora's voice could be heard further down the hall, talking to who she suspected to be Gabriel. It was a skill she was practicing, overhearing from afar, but she still had yet to master it. She looked over to the clothes lying at the foot of her bed, a black shirt with black pants, each simplistic yet of excellent make. Both were too large for her, meant for someone with a stockier, healthier build than her emaciated self, but Yltriss was not able to complain. The warmth of the reflected heat and the feel of the better material than what she used in her elven robe delighted her beyond complaint. And then there was the phial that the doctor Julius had made her. It looked like a sickly liquid, no less dangerous than the tanzynite she had used to inject in her own veins but still had the potential to be poison. She dared to pop open the bottle to sniff and threw her head back, disgusted with the smell. Sure enough, it smelled of tanzynite and not a toxic substance, but surprisingly mellow in comparison to other tonics she had smelled. I must say, Julius has his ways. There was a time that tanzynite was complicated and time-consuming to make, but those days seem to be long over now. With a grimace, she threw her head back and tossed the contents of the phial down her throat, nearly choking on the taste. Hiding the glass container in the shadows of the bed, she dropped to her food tray and nibbled at the meat to calm her stomach into not upheaving the alien liquid. In the next few moments, the world seemed clearer, the doctor's creation taking swift effect. Her withdrawal symptoms were fading away, as well as her lethargy, and she sat upright on the bed and stared at the ceiling, the greatest feeling of relief in a long time taking hold on her. She felt like a newer, better person.
  15. Vaude
    *looks left, looks right, shrugs*, looks like you guys are having fun. Forty-plus new posts in a day between five people, three of which are doing the majority of the talking. One thing, though: from what series are you guys taking this?
  16. Vaude
    Three superpowered people gathering in an alleyway, contesting against Cyler . . . hoo boy. Also, glad to see your post, mate. P.S.: First post here that I have done. I guess I finally found the 21st century.
  17. Vaude
    So it was you who threw all of that canned ham at me! D=< I kid, I kid. Thank you for the warm welcome, Atrias et al., and I look forward to the many chances I have to posting more frequently in the upcoming days. =) *shakes hands all around*. Furthermore, welcome to the motley crew, Veritas! I have heard much about your successful roleplays (truly, I have never heard of a finished roleplay until yours), and am eager to see more of your style as we continue.
  18. Vaude
    - Rufus Contralto and Dwarf (Ol' Yella) - Neutral - Outside Krile - Ol' Yella was oblivious to the quick peek into his wild yellow eyes, gazing quickly at the puncture wound at Deuce's neck, analysing it with a manic stare, and sweeping underneath a cupboard to grab a poultice. The bandage he pulled out reeked of herbs and mineral oils, almost enough to choke on the smell, and was abnormally small, just enough to cover the puncture wound. Ol' Yella merely placed it on the wound and it sat there, stuck like glue and sealed with a dark, crimson rune on the top of the poultice. Dwarves had only a basic runic system of magic, but they were excellent alchemists, metalsmiths, and medicinal healers, having a wide array of materials in the earth that can rarely be found anywhere else. Magic and medicine formed a beautiful symbiotic combination, as Rufus knew too well. After all, Rufus and Ol' Yella had the same teacher. "Almost as good as new," Rufus spoke with a grin, patting Deuce on the shoulder. "Still there is the wound, but skin knits quickly and will be fixed within two hours." Ol' Yella grinned as well beneath that bush of a beard and rushed off, proceeding to chop off the rocktail's head and place said head in a pot of peeled vegetables. Nobody likes the remnants anyway, so he threw those in the slop bucket. - Yltriss Hyulli - New Empire - Inside Oathkeeper as Prisoner - Yltriss awoke from her fitful sleep by the sound of the prison door opening and peered over to Fiora, covering herself modestly. This was a new face, the face of a youth that had seen much yet still retained innocence. She was on her guard, locking the door behind her, but it took either great foolishness or great strength for her to close herself in with a prisoner of the Empire. Yltriss, in her wounded state, did not want to test which of these she had. Furthermore, this was not the time to try an escape. "I'm not disturbed, and I do not need recovery," she croaked, pain still rallying itself in her abdomen. "If anything, the pain helps, but I'll be glad to take those clothes off your hands. Thank you." Her dark eyes looked up into Fiora's with gratitude, and she nudged her head over to the other side of the bed. "Toss them over here. I'll wear them later." Suspicion flickered within her gaze as she further looked at the girl. "Is there anything else you wish to discuss with me? You were not here, so you were commanded to bring those clothes here . . . and something else, am I correct?" - Kaspar Ulrich - Seraphim Order - City of Ruin - Kaspar nodded with a wide thankful smile, though it was not toward the guard Graham. It was Yevgeni that he was grateful to for the dark and out-of-the-way basement room, and not the guard that navigated him there. "This will be enough. Please give me time to regather my spirits, and give our leader my regards." With that, he left the unfortunate guard without a final salutation, closing himself within the darkness of the room. Kaspar basked in the darkness, reeling in the natural power of the earth and gathering it into himself. Dust that previously covered the room swirled about him and his illusion was discarded, revealing a skeletal facade of an seventy-year-old man wrapped in a brown cloak. His visage was replaced by a death's head, his once-fleshy hands removed of muscle and fat to show loose skin upon bone. At the end, the tide of power came to a halt and the illusion wrapped around Kaspar again, his robe shifting to a dark green, his face cheerful, and dark hair gathered on his barren head. He was refreshed and ready to join the others in the feast. What a human dalliance it is to throw a banquet, but what a perfect time it is to assess potential allies or pupils, he thought to himself. Keep your enemies close, your friends closer, and keep your created friends closest of all. His eyes lit with a pale light as he laughed hollowly, amused by his one-sided necromantical joke. The door swung open and Kaspar closed it behind him, heading toward the banquet hall.
  19. Vaude
    Back by Sabre's popular demand, Vaude is back with a few posts' worth of information. Sorry for the wait; like MA has previously stated, we are in transit across the country and it was incredibly difficult to drive, sleep, and post all in one day, especially sleep and post considering my hands are throttling an invisible wheel in front of me whenever not driving.
  20. Vaude
    Oh-h-h, gotcha. I had not known that his perturbed sense of morality was not common knowledge, though this makes sense to me now. I wonder what abysmal acts Kaspar can do with this altered overall moral system. Imagine an undead army attacking a New Empire town or city from within, chanting the name of Oryx as it creates mayhem. That would be a death's knell to Oryx's popularity unless he halts it mid-action, given the lack of accrued knowledge of necromancy in this world. Necromancers can create all sorts of chaos given there's a cemetery around, sort of like Harris from Heroes Reborn with his clones.
  21. Vaude
    Glorious. =P An information seller can make a fine character in this game. There's nothing quite like a man who is on all sides just to make a profit, but I fear for his safety when he confronts a leader willing to lose an asset to close the gaps made by the asset. I understand your viewpoint, but the way I read it was more along the lines of moral darkness rather than his tampering with necromancy if the post was on the 7th of January. I admit, though, that darkness in many a way is being exuded by Kaspar, that rascallike soul, and in no small part to his night-time activities of disturbing rigor mortis victims.
  22. Vaude
    Oh, sure, that sounds pretty good in my boat regarding the creation of rebellion forces! Where one is good, two is better because we can make up for individual weak points. I will be ready when you are, Atrias, though I apologise to everyone if in the upcoming two weeks I will be slow. Life's a drag when it wants to be. As for my twin general characters, I actually didn't think about continuing their roles after the battle, but maybe these NPCs can be PCs (assuming Fiora doesn't kill them). How about leaving the character roster unaltered for now just in case one or both situationally die? I'm thinking about EVE Online frigates and cruisers right now, all pitted against Gummy ships, locked in a deadly dogfight above the planet. Yikes. And yay! That's quite the roster of powerful-seeming characters, but I'm going to see if I can get the dimension-travelling Ychera out for this duel. Summary spoiler for Ychera:
  23. Vaude
    Hmm . . . y'know, I forgot about those things! I've only once played the first game (like, up to the first boss because I refuse to do anything but Proud Mode on my first go), but I learned a lot through friends, reading fics, and watching playthroughs. I really should get back into that, though.
  24. Vaude
    *snickers wildly*, how in the world can those kinds of things be incorporated into Kingdom Hearts? Now that I think about it, there was Ansem's ship, but I guess all's fair in love and Keyblade Wars. As for duels, hmm, I've got an idea. An awful idea, but an idea nonetheless. Scrap, care for an all-out PM duel with Henry versus my main girl Ychera? I'll get destroyed, obliterated even, but it would with certainty help me greatly with fights in both PMs and my own writing. Regarding this real talk, hoo boy, concussions are no picnic, and I will wish and pray for a swift recovery for you. What caused it, if I may ask? Regardless, take good care of yourself in the meantime, Yuffie.
  25. Vaude
    Huh . . . forget the generals, then. It looks like everyone is heading there and my thoughts of duels are outmoded by 'mechs and capital ships.
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