The world of Laifel

"Yes sir" she said in a sad voice, she didn't want to keep a low profile anylonger, she had done that since the war. "You do know I have been hidden in this world since the war right, I think I can keep a low profile, but I have nothing to do" she said grimly.

 

Jacob stood up, and headed back towards the fires."Some will have survived, an they can help, if they still trust me, and why am i talking to myself?" jacob said to himself as he walked toward the old camp.

 

"Yes, I know that, but you still showed yourself to that town, Arnum," Azazel said, "I have nothing to do either, I will remain here for a while and then I will join Ras'tepa's forces in finding the crystals." Azazel looked from Alira to Ras'tepa and then back to Alira. "There's nothing for you to do now, unless you want to search for the crystals as well, but their location remains a mystery to the general public. Finding them will be difficult..."

 

"What about the ones in the tribes, each tribe has one, and also, send me after Tristan please, I'm sure I could catch up with him faster then any soldier, please please please please" she begged Azazel.

 

"Tristan is too smart for you," As Ras'tepa said, Bryne said the same thing in his head. "He will not trust you and if you kill him, we might never get the crystal."
Azazel sat down on the bed, "Ras'tepa has a point. And we also have no idea where he is...it'd be a waste of your energy. For now, we shall wait. And then we will join the search. I have my reasons for waiting..."

 

"Ow fine, do you have any agents in the east, I'm sure they haven't been destroyed, yet" she said, she was unsure as to what she could do. "Wait a second, what about the crystal in this kingdom?"

 

"Agents? No, I haven't had time to build forces since I got here. However, that is a great idea," Azazel had just remembered how loyal the Leechers were, "I might start to build my own group of followers. As for the crystal, that is the one Tristan has, correct?" He asked Ras'tepa.
"Yes, it was passed down through the royal family." Ras'tepa answered

 

"Well, if Tristan gives up the crystal, I will spare him if I find him, if not, I will torture it out of him until he is beggingfor death and the only way he will be granted death is by telling me were it is, that is after you say I can go after him" she said, she meant this for the king.

 

"It won't work," Ras'tepa shook his head, "He will not give you the crystal, no matter what you do. Even if he does and you spare him, he will then know about the Demons...He's a talented Shaper, he'd fight you in your human form. You could kill him and then we'd lose the crystal. Or you can revert to your Devil form and he won't give up the crystal." Ras'tepa looked at Azazel, who nodded his head in agreement, "it's all too risky. We need to be careful about this. We can't lose this War!"
OOC: I'm done for the night

 

"Well, I don't know, oh by the way, have you heard the legend of the Demon Buster, it is a sword that take sthe best form of its master fighting style, it picks the greatest threat to us" she said, wondering if it was true or not.

 

Aidou and Aduial had reached the coast between Quel and Triwn. He had proven his point that the villagers were no longer their responsibility. They'd given them safe passage, and Aduial had Molded them the startings of a new town. What happened to them now was their own problem.

Sameire was headed out of Edelsteen in the direction of the river. She wasn't sure where she was going, just as long as it was away from Tyaom.

OOC: Time of day? I've lost track... ^^'

And, yes, I did find some good stuff!! :D But it was too expensive... =[

 

OOC: That sucks.
I don't know what time of day it is, I think it's sometime in the afternoon

BIC: "Demon Buster? I've never heard of it," Ras'tepa said, interested.

"I doubt it's true, but even if it is," Azazel picked up End Game and swung it effortlessly in one hand, "No sword can compete with me."





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What am I doing? Lanan was lost in thought as he ran through the wilderness alongside Ruby. Demons? Summons? The War was real! How am I supposed to deal with it? Everything that has happened in the last couple of days was starting to sink in. And why am I searching for that Shaper? What the hell can he possibly do? Lanan was only searching for the Shaper he met in Triwn because he figured that Shaper could handle the situation better than he can. Lanan didn't trust the authorities, after what happened to his parents, and he thought the Shaper could use the information better than he could. I hope I can find him...
"Is that the town?" Ruby's voice shook him out of his thoughts.
"Uh, what?" Lanan stopped running and looked ahead. In the distance, he could see the first buildings of a town. Have we been running that long? Lanan turned around, he couldn't even see Tyaom anymore. Turning back to face Ruby, he said, "That's a town, I don't know what we can find here."
Ruby looked at the town, uninterested, "Hopefully we'll find you a healer."
"Yeah, hopefully," Lanan said as he started walking, too tired to run.

 

After jumping and swinging in the trees they finally got to the fire pit, which was just below a giant tree.
He opened a box next to the pit which had the fish he got this morning.
Eve then got three sticks and he used them to poke holes through the fish.
“Here you go†Eve said as he passed each of them a stick.
"Now I just need to start the fire" Eve said as he rubbed to sticks together.

 

"Thanks", said Kurt. After looking at Flame Burst, however, he said :
"I don't think the wolf will like fish too much, though."


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Trenyan's mind was blurry and fiery. He was, at first, surprised of the rage he could feel for a kingdom that didn't matter so much to him. But he had started feeling a large hatred inside him. He eventually realized that all this war was reminding him of his old life.
He had put his past behind him, but he knew what it was like to lose your home to incoming armies. But this... this war was different. Some stupid generalship doomed this kingdom. Baflee will be erased from the map... in a day. All that, unless Cheslidair was to win the battle.
And that seemed impossible.
Whatever treachery brought Baflee in this mess is still there, in the shadows.

Trenyan wanted to have a talk with the King, or at least the generals. But it was too late. Lizards and Leechers were here. They had siege weapons.

The sun was descending. In less than an hour, darkness will start filling the air, as the Lizards burn Cheslidair.

Arriving at the castle, Trenyan was filled with inner rage.
"Take me to your generals' offices.", he said to the guards of the castle.

"What? Who are you?", responded a guard.

"I'm the only one in this kingdom idiot enough to be here, but smart enough to save the day."

"Not a good answer. If you ask me, you're suspicious, with that cloak and hood and all."

Trenyan took his hood off.
"There, happy? Now, take me to your generals' offices. The survival of Baflee depends on it. And I WILL NOT repeat my request one more time."

"No. Go away."

Trenyan's reaction was quick. Berserk and determined, he instantly Molded a large block of ice around the speaking soldier. He freezed him with a block much larger than needed, so mad he was.
A second guard lunged at him, but Trenyan blocked the sword. He then hit the guard's sword with all his strength, making it fly away.
He then herd arrows incoming, as well as more guards coming, so he Molded a thick ice pyramid around him. This required a lot of energy, but he didn't care. Two seconds later, he shattered the pyramid, sending ice shards in all the nearby soldiers.
The guards stopped, silent.

"Fools! Do NOT DARE waste your energy here! We have a nearly hopeless battle ahead! Now, WILL YOU TAKE ME TO YOUR DAMN GENERALS' OFFICES, OR DO I HAVE TO MAKE RANDOM ICE METEORITES HAIL ON THIS CASTLE?!?!?!"

 

Eve then heard a chirping in the air.
"Does he like birds?" Eve asked with a humorous smile.

 

"No." said Kurt, who couldn't help smiling at the Cylian's personality. He thought once more of his hypothesis that this Cylian wanted to trap him, but that seemed less and less likely.

"Don't worry about him, though. I still have some meat in my bag, so I can feed him that."

 

OOC: Ok, that's a load of BS Death fix it NOW or you get kicked. lightening doesn't do that to metal. I mean hello, Lightening Rods. To do that would require a slightly prolonged blast and also Jacob would be at risk of massive burns on his body. Not to mention the fact that you are sending electricity into metal that is touching Jacob's skin. That, right there, is suicide.

 

OOC: fixed ,and gtg, won't be back tonight, so don't di anything with my characters

 

OOC: You didn't discuss this idea with me Riku. If I were to have a sword like that, It wouldn't have a name such as that, and it would be a normal sword with a power different than that. Let's leave this for later if at all.

 

Zuiden finally reached his guild. Tapping the ribs of Crescent to make him gallop faster, he reached Whisk at the head of the group. "You're back quicker than I thought," Whisk said as he stopped his horse and motioned everyone else to stop.
Zuiden didn't stop until he was a few yards in front of the group. And now for a pep talk, he smiled as he faced the former Guild of the Broken Blade. Just a few days ago, it had around 200 members. Now, there was barely over a hundred. Out of the half that remained loyal to Jacob, only about 75 were left alive...before the camp was set ablaze. Zuiden had no idea how many would live. Barely any would, unless someone just happened to help.
"Men, Jacob Daxma was not fit to lead you!" He started his "pep talk", "All he did was sell our services for money, with no goal in mind! It is for this reason that I, Zuiden Virh, have taken command. We will gain power! Wealth! And recognition beyond our wildest dreams!" He raised his fist at this point, "The Guild of the Broken Blade is no more. Why should a broken blade represent us? From now on, we will be known as the Guild of the Steel Sword!" As Zuiden's men roared with cheers, he turned around and yelled, "To Baflee!" and rode off with horses, men on feet, and wagon wheels following behind him.