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Thread: An Imposing Storm (E=mc2 × Tiberius)

Sasha stepped out of the room, with a certain blunt command of things - it was almost as if he broke through the door. He sighed, almost realizing that he had been watched, but took no shame or offence. It might have been something he had become used to or, perhaps, merely something he enjoyed the thought of. Yeah. As I asked, what do you have? For what I plan, I want to make you plov and pirog. American-style works, especially if you have maca. Some cha would be good too. Ginseng and cinnamon would perfect it. He watched Jackson closely throughout the conversation, noticing him undo some of his work with a nervousness that gave it all away - not in the least helped by his anatomy. He saw a certain degree of confusion as well what with rare ingredients and foodstuff he wouldn't necessarily recognize - and took some pleasure in asking for some aphrodisiacs in his list. I have some packs of spice in my bag for travel, but no bread or food of other kinds. He leaned up against the wall, crossing his legs.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Coming into Nerys, Nathan felt like a fresh newborn coming into the world of adults. His mind was fresh, naive, and unknowing. He had been literally living underground with the dwarves...and did not understand the world around him. He seemed to be looking for fresh ideas, new places, and just something to keep him going. He hated living with the dwarves. It always made him feel...in the dark when it came to recent events. He only knew digging and machinery, and that was not what he wanted to do for a living. Now after a week, he finally arrived in Nerys, his first city to arrive in. It was the first time he saw so many humans and other species walking about, and his eyes were wide the entire time as he walked about the city, not knowing of common street rules when it came to ruffians and thugs. Which was where he got into this mess in the first place. Hanging upside-down against a wall, legs tied together with the other end tied to his shovel and using it to jam between some bars of an upper balcony, Nathan simply crosses his arms as he swings from side to side casually, annoyed that he had gotten beaten up for a small mistake. So what if he accidentally broke a guy's arm for trying to steal from him? So what if he took his shovel and slashed the man's neck as soon as he drew his own dagger. He didn't die! Immediately anyway. So that was reason enough to have three other guys who were apparently his friends come over and rough up Nathan and leave him to hang and die slowly? Ha, how stupid they were to think he was as easily killable from such a thing as hanging upside for hours on end! He sighed, and wasn't able to climb the rope holding him to reach his shovel and untie himself. So he simply lulled back and forth, blood rushing to his head as he grew annoyed more. It would be a wonder how he was not hallucinating or dying from having been like this for so long, and not to mention his face was not red whatsoever. Eventually the rope would snap from the weight and the force of him swinging, and cause his shovel to fall down and impale into the ground between his legs, causing him to freak out slightly from almost becoming less of a man. He stood up, and pulled his shovel out of the ground to examine it. Still as sharp as ever. Putting it on his back, he began to jog down an alleyway where he would run past a hooded figure, Alec, and into a crowd where he'd accidentally collide with Borkul. Nathan was smaller, and fell to the ground easily. He got up and grew angry, still not having seen Borkul. You big jerk! Watch where the hell you're...Uh...Going...? He finally saw Borkul...and saw a Half Orc for the first time in his life.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Borkul had found a particular merchant stand that was trying to sell rune powered underwater breathing masks. There had been times in Borkul's life that he needed to be underwater for longer then he could hold his breath so the prospect was definitely interesting. However the price this merchant was selling them for was outrageous. Before long Borkul was getting into a heated argument with the merchant, I don't care if they are hand crafted! More then half of the shit that is sold here is either fake or meant as a one time use! And I am not paying that much for a one time use!!! Borkul shouted, the merchant doing his best to persuade Borkul that his masks mouth masks were authentic and would work for at least forty uses. Prove it then! Take that mask right there, put it on, and show me it works more then once! Borkul demanded looking around for something the merchant could use to submerge his face in. He was quick to grab a nearby bucket that a gnome was sitting on, pulling it from underneath the gnome before turning it and setting it on the display stand. The gnome coming to kick Borkul in the shin, only to be met with Borkul's boot to be sent flying above the crowd for a good ten or so feet. And before you knew it the barrel was filled with water and the merchant had his face submerged in it. Borkul standing there and waiting, more then ready to stand for the twenty minutes these masks were displayed to last for at a time. It was in this first twenty minutes that Borkul would feel a sudden impact at his side. Planted firmly in place Borkul wouldn't even move an inch but whatever had rammed into him would fall back and onto the ground. It was probably that little gnome! Borkul turning even as his eyes stayed on the merchant with his face inside of that bucket. I will fucking kick again you little- Oh. The hell? Borkul asked as he looked down at this human that had started to mouth off but quickly stopped talking as he was looking up to him like he was some sort of freak or spectacle or whatever the hell he thought he was. You better not of tried to lift my gold... Borkul stated as his hands patted the three pouches he had on his belt sighing softly before his eyes went back to the merchant... Who had within moments scooped up his days worth of gold and was high tailing it through the crowds. SON OF A BITCH GET BACK HERE I KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING LIAR!!! Borkul shouted, the Half Orc bringing one of his boots up to kick over the merchant's stand before running after him. But this merchant definitely knew Nerys better then Borkul did and would easily lose him in the crowds and alleyways of this great mechanical city.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

He saw the giant half orc, at least he looked much more gigantic since Nathan was on the ground looking up to the half orc, turn to look at him and assume him to be someone else. He was confused the entire time, and the booming voice of the half orc had rung in his ears as he threatened Nathan if he had attempted or managed to steal the man's gold, he'd more than likely suffer the consequences. Suddenly, he saw the half orc yell out, causing more ringing to come in the ears of Nathan as the half orc kicked over the merchant's stand and took off after the half orc. Nathan was confused, and felt like something was up! His little curiosity pique had gotten the better of him, and he ran alongside the half orc, even going so far as to jump on the man's back and point ahead of him. After him, creature! He'll get away with your gold! He seemed like this was a normal thing to him, or that this was all just a game of sorts.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Elis Chzul was an ancient, pious high elf. He walked through the streets of Nerys with an air of authority that only the high elves could possess. He and his guard of gaudily armored crusaders walked through the streets, crowd dividing wisely as he passed. The city was full of unusual creatures of the mixed races that made up the world. For a Mainland city, it recieved insane amounts of interracial foot traffic. It was the city of trade and progress however, and its numbers showed. Elis did not care for the pressence of these lesser races, though his mission had lead him to hunt a daemon that made its home within Nerys, a chimera, shapeshifters with the faces of a thousand species. These ancient enemies were no match for Elis' crusaders, however. Elis' thoughts were interrupted as he saw a drenched merchant cross his path closely, a rather elegant looking half orc followed by a human close on his tail. Elis was in no real hurry to solve any of these problems, but when local police began to turn their attention to the chase scene, Elis knew someone had been up to no good. Elis held his mailed hand up and halted his men, then gestured a few to follow and assist. As Elis made his commands, a particular creature protruded from the crowd. A cloaked young dark elf. To a normal creature, the woman would be completely concealed but to a high elf, she stood no chance of stealthly making her way through. He recognized this elf as a kin to a traitorous family the Icestrike. Orion be damned he cursed with a smiled, running his hands through his long blonde hair before marching with his remaining men to approach his unexpected prize.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

There was a sudden shift in weight as Borkul ran after the shifty ass merchant! He thought it might have been him tripping or losing his footing so Borkul ignored it, learning from the dark elves how to redirect and keep momentum when he was running. So he continued, now he wasn't the stealthiest or most agile person to be ever trained by dark elves, but he was definitely dodging people in the crowds. Much more then other Half Orcs that would simply bull rush into people and knock them out of the way. Unfortunately his new human backpack wouldn't be taken into account and would meet with people and boxes as Borkul ran. When Borkul had officially lost the merchant at the entrance of an alleyway he would bend over, actually out of breath as he supported himself with his hands on his knees. Not so much focused on running anymore he was able to take into account the arm that was pointing out over his shoulder. Uuughhh. Borkul exhaled, one of his hands going back to grab Nathan by the back of his collar. Nathan would find himself being hoisted over and in front of Borkul where he would find the familiar position of being set down on the ground with enough force to land on his ass. You're kidding me right? How.. When? Borkul stopped asking when he figured it out, shaking his head as he stood back up tall. What the hell is your prob- However he would quickly be cut off when a sudden blur of movement would spin beside him, a graceful and agile side step before the blur continued. Borkul was able to follow it, to see the form and lithe body it belonged too. Elf of some kind, he didn't see a face or eyes the elf was too fast for him to process that. However the alleyway that Borkul and Nathan had stopped at was a dead end and this elf turned to face Borkul and Nathan... Well more the High Elf guards that were closing in behind all three of them. A Dark Elf... Borkul stated as he saw this dark elves eyes, that pure white that was surprisingly rare actually. He didn't know enough about Dark Elf culture to be able to pick up that she was an Icestrike... But then again he didn't care too much about another races drama. Like the drama a human maybe two thirds his size brought along thinking he could get a free ride or something! Borkul's ears would pick up on the sound of armor clanking together as it drew closer, the people that filled the crowds starting to move away from the alley way with so many similar High Elves coming together looking like they were ready for battle. The Half Orc turning to see these Elves stopping before him, pretty much because he was blocking the way into the alleyway. Well at least him and Nathan were. It was obvious that they had business with the Dark Elf that had ran past the two, but who was Borkul to act on assumptions? The man waiting there with arms crosses and his eyebrow raised showing with his body language that he wanted to know what was going on, why armed soldiers had formed ranks in front of him. Can I help your guys with something? Borkul would ask, wondering if they would act before speaking or if their leader would talk first.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

We are High Elf Crusaders from Grand Glaedwine. spoke the elegant Second in command to Borkul. As paladins of the Order of Virtue and guardians of Second Earth, we ask you give us as much information about the gnome you were assailing. His mailed face and helmed head only revealed a small portion of his eyes, they were bright blue sapphires that could stun even the most stalwart mortal woman. Though these piercing orbs meant nothing to a half-orc, their fey blood immune to the preternatural elven charms. We are merely here to service the community he spoke arrogantly, fighting as much spite in his voice as he could. ------ Elis stepped forth from the ranks of his fully armored soldiers. He approached unarmed, gliding along the ground with almost ethereal grace. Icestrike. he said with a smirk It has been quite some time since I've seen a Darkling with that name. Roughly one thousand sun cycles I believe. Images of the slaughter that Elis lead flooded back into his mind. His smirk forming into a smile as he remembers the massacre. Dozens of dead men, women and children littered the village. Such a humble lifestyle for such insidious assassins of Derileth's will. He approached her closely with arrogance, placing a gauntlet on her soft face. What is the beautiful young Daughter of Alec Icestrike doing in Nerys? Eh? He said completely ignoring her weapon being drawn. He had eons of experience on her. She was no threat to him. His soldiers, being less experienced, withdrew their blades in unison, awaiting their Fearless Leader's orders, or if he were to fall at the hands of Katya, awaiting the kill.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Katyas blood quickly began to boil, her upper lip curling she took a step back as the older elf moved closer, his expression infuriating the young elf. How dare he speak her family name! How dare he approach her! Elven filth! Katya looked up at him with a dangerous glare, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek she quickly swatted it away. Elis Chzul Katya hissed her upper lip curling as she spoke his name The last time we met you were running a blade through my mother. Sticking out her chin her gaze moved from Elis to his guards, then to the half orc and back again My business is my own, there is no need for you to get involved, I was just leaving Katya answered. Swallowing a breath the young elf took another step backwards her hands pressing against the wall she gave a slight smirk before launching herself towards him. Her hands outstretched she gripped onto his shoulders and flung herself over the top of him. Dropping onto the ground behind him she wasted no time and burst through the group of soldiers, knocking most of them over in the process. With a boastful laugh Katya made her way back out to the main street, they were quick, but she was quicker, or at least she hoped she was. An outstretched hand gripped on to her mess of hair and the young elf let out a pained cry as she was dragged back down to the ground, struggling hard to be released. The soldier who had caught her kept a tight hold on her hair, the others quickly surrounding her. Let me go you pompous shit! Katya hissed, moving to sit on her knees she pulled out a small blade to cut her hair loose, but the guard quickly took hold of her wrist and began to twist it until she was forced to drop the knife. Ignoring the pain in her wrist the young elf continued to struggle, the shame she felt was almost overwhelming. The edge of a sword was placed against her throat and Katya fell still, her gaze lifting she watched the other elves gather in close, blocking out any chance of escape Son of a bitch Katya grimaced.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Nathan watched the newcomers as they conversed with Borkul, and he was just standing there, confused as he looked to each of the elves and then to Borkul. When Nathan was about to chime in, he felt Borkul grab him by the collar and help him escape. Nathan acted on impulse and just ran with Borkul until he saw the orc jump over the crowd of people. Hey wait! HE called out as he stopped at the edge of the crowd and rubbed the back of his head. Who is he tailing? He seemed to stand outside the crowd of people as they went about their business. Nathan didn't want to get lost in the crowd, and he was in clear view of the elves if they had went to chase after Borkul and he.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Well, this escalated quickly Darian thought to himself as he watched the spectacle unfold while he couldn't exactly hear what they were talking about, the rapidity of the movement was enough for him to see that the Dark Elf was actively trying to evade capture. So she was someone important to this High Elf group, whoever they were. Unfortunately, how she decided to run past them put her directly in front of his shot, so he couldn't pull the trigger...Yet. Seems yet more rooftop running was required on his part though he had to pause when he saw a Half-Orc appear to scale some crates up to a shorter rooftop. The hell...Where'd that brute come from? Darian mused in his mind though he decided that it was unimportant and took his own way to try and follow the Dark Elf. When he arrived on the scene - up high above the Half-Orc and the Dark Elf odd couple - with the former's foot smashing one of the Elves' face into the ground, he found them surrounded by more High Elves, including the especially stuck-up one. Thankfully, his weapon was still charged and in fact, he was even further away than he was previously that meant he might be able to recover at least one of his Balanced Bolts. Sighting up with the first target, who was in very clear view of the Crossbolt's power, Darian grinned and muttered, Gotcha before pulling the trigger. A small shockwave emitted from the body of the weapon, the string shooting forward and propelling the bolt through the coils of the weapon, increasing its velocity that much more. The arrow screamed through the air, a small whistling could be heard to those with especially sensitive hearing, before impaling one of the High Elves in the chest, piercing through his armor with ease and striking his left lung and the major ventricles of his heart, the bolt shattering inside the Elf's body like shrapnel. The poor bastard choked on his own blood and crumpled, causing a fair bit of confusion as the soldiers and civilians surrounding the two humanoids looked around trying to find where the round had come from. Pumping a slide behind the barrels, another arrow was rotated into place and the trigger was pulled again this time, a guard was about to look right at Darian before the arrow pierced the center of his skull, right between those baby blues. The eyes rolled up until the whites were visible, the Elf falling stone still backwards to lie spread eagle on the ground with a heavy thud. As another High Elf lost his spine and tried to flee, Darian refocused his fire and pulled the bolt went straight through the knee of the fleeing Elf, sending him crashing into the ground in extreme pain and unknowingly giving the Half-Orc the opportunity he needed to throw his powder bombs.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

The redskin lept from the roof, knocking one of the Crusaders to the ground with ease. The muscle ridden half-orc stood in a guard's possition, his body stocky and impassible. Elis withdrew his elven blade, the blade itself as long as the hilt, giving the wielder extreme versatility. Stand down Half-orc. he spoke with athourity, his blade held in one hand, perfectly balanced. This is not your fight. Elis Chzul heard a bolt whizzing for his head and he spun out of the way, the bolt striking his lesser in the chest, killing him quickly. The second bolt fired and slew a second elf, the bolt easily piercing through his head. One of his cowardly younglings ran in a state of un-elven fear, thankfully the assassin pierced his knees making him incapable of fighting. Now Elis won't have to do this himself. The ancient crusader looked from rooftop to rooftop to see where the assailant was coming from. He was a skilled hunter, and Elis would have to give him that, whoever he was. He turned his gaze back to Katya, his soldiers ready to strike. Kill them. He barked pulling the mail scarf up over his nose giving his face a decent guard before charging at the Dark Elf.
Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

Darian caught the wave and mock kiss with a two-fingered salute, but also saw that there was still going to be trouble. He was about to load up more bolts in his weapon when he saw the massive powder blast no way anyone would be able to follow them through that. Even he couldn't see where they were going from his vantage point it didn't help that there wasn't a breeze or something to help clear it away, which meant it would just hover and make a smokescreen like the powder bombs were designed to do. Crafty little thing, aren't you? Darian mused with a smirk he still couldn't help but wonder what would make High Elves specifically target her. Based on what little he knew, the High Elves mostly kept to themselves and rarely interacted. However, as some of the Elves made their way from the smoke while coughing heavily, not following their leader's unknown action of masking his face to avoid inhaling the powder, Darian realized that now was NOT a time to sit and think he needed to move. No doubt at least one of them would be trying to find out where those bolt shots came from. Well, I'll recover them if I can...Doubt I can get anywhere near the bodies though the merc thought to himself as he started to make his way down from his little perch it would probably be safer to just let them go. Regardless, he made his way down and down, sliding down poles and ladders alike not an easy task with this bulky behemoth of a weapon on his back, but he had enough practice to make it seem less cumbersome. Every few moments, he would stop and make sure that he wasn't being tailed even more ironic, he heard Arcereus' voice play in his head Still so sloppy . Not this time...I ain't getting caught he then muttered as he dropped down a particularly high drop a bad idea considering that his weight shifted ever so slightly, and he fell with a hard thud and banged his shoulder on the roof before falling again unceremoniously to the ground. Aahh...Son-of-a-bitch Darian groaned as he leaned over on his elbows and knees, his back facing the door what he didn't realize was that he'd found by complete accident where the Dark Elf and the Half-Orc were hiding at, his pain serving to drown out their voices as they spoke to each other and that they'd likely heard his clumsy descent.