Angel of Darkness - T {Started, but still accepting}

For the past fifteen years, there has been nothing but war and bloodshed on the planet of Treath. However, with the crowning of the fairy Fay as Queen, the people of the land have found themselves with a tentative peace. Remnants of the various factions from the wars still exist, but their strength and their numbers are not what they used to be.

One day, a man from the sky appears, promising all those that follow him their greatest wish. With darke powers to back up his claims, it’s no surprise that his numbers are growing alarmingly fast. This ‘Angel of Darkness’ wants nothing more than total domination, and he will stop at nothing to get just that.

Notes:
- Treath is a planet with a single landmass.
- This is a fantasy/medieval type setting.
- If somebody wants to be Fay, go for it. If not, I’ll just post with her when necessary.

Rules:
1. No godmodding, autohitting, etc.
2. No Mary Sues/Gary Stus.
3. No swearing—censor it.
4. No one-liners.
5. Keep shipping to a minimum.
6. Don’t join unless you can be reasonably active.
7. I am leaving this RP fairly open, so if you want to belong to a faction, Fay’s army, etc., don’t be afraid to make stuff up. However, make sure that you’re not contradicting anything said before you by others. Also, be reasonable with what you come up with.
8. I can change the rules.

Character Sheet:
Username:
Name: (Be creative. An elf would not have a name like ‘Bob’.)
Age:
Gender:
Race: (As this is a fantasy setting, fantasy creatures are allowed and encouraged.)
Allegiance: (Are they with Fay, with this ‘Angel of Darkness’, or do they have their own agenda?)
Skills/Weapons: (Are they good with magic? Or is stealth more of their thing? Etc, etc. Also, what kind of weapons do they use? Keep in mind that this is fantasy, so no guns or the like.)
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Other:

Accepted Characters:

Username: Casey Jewels

Name: Kenneth Treg Levot (Ken) AKA the Angel of Darkness

Age: 23 (Or so he appears…)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Allegiance: Angel of Darkness

Skills/Weapons: Ken has full control over his darke powers and he is excellent at appearing something he isn’t. His weapons, aside from his magic, include a broadsword with a ruby set into the hilt, several daggers which are hidden throughout his clothing, a whip with several fragments of glass tied into it, and a pistol he keeps at his side at all times. With all of these weapons he has had many years of training, and thus is highly skilled with them all.

Appearance: Ken has always been tall for his age, and he finally leveled off at 6'4" in his late teens. He's always been rather skinny for his age as well and the little weight he does have is muscle. His eyes started out a brownish color, but then slowly turned to grey and then black over the years-so black that there is no color in them. He also has greasy black hair, which is cut very short (but not quite as short as military style). His skin is a pale tan, even though he spends much of his time outside, but looks very pale next to his dark clothing. His clothing consists of a hooded cloak which shimmers when moved about, and pants and long-sleeved shirt of a durable, but comfortable material. Most of the time though, his clothing looks like nothing more than a shadow. Army boots cover his feet, and he occasionally wears a pair of sunglasses. He wears a leather belt around his waist with his initials carved into it, with a scabbard and broadsword attached. He has this air of confidence and mystery about him, which gives him a kind of... charm, for lack of a better word.

Personality: Ken is a very cold and uncaring person, due to his never feeling loved as a child. He's also pretty good at staying quiet and pretending that he's something he's not. He's a very observant individual and is extremely smart. The only time he acts rash is when he's angry or extremely frustrated. He doesn't like surprises, for they don't fit into his equations very well as he always thinks things through before acting. He also loves to be in control and usually is, even when it doesn't appear that way. He enjoys watching others suffer, a trait that stems from his darke powers. He isn't one to show much pain, for he considers it a weakness. Ken is also a little on the headstrong side and has a hard time backing down from a challenge. He's persistent, determined, and doesn't fear much out there.

History: As an unwanted child, Ken spent the early years of his life in the Intergalactic Government’s (IG’S) military. He was quick to learn and made a great leader, but the military was afraid of him, and held him back when he easily could have achieved a higher rank. Feeling dissatisfied with his life, Ken simply vanished into thin air one day.

He stayed under the radar after that, sticking to planets outside of known space for the IG. A year after leaving the military, he made his first attempt at taking over a planet. His attempt failed horribly, but he learned much from it.

After spending the next few years training and stretching his magic to the limits, he set his sights on a new planet to overtake—Treath.

Other: Just to clarify, Ken has a gun because he's from another area of the universe, and not a native to Treath.

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Username: Casey Jewels

Name: Ravewood

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Wood Elf

Allegiance: Fay

Skills/Weapons: As Ravewood is a Wood Elf, she is a natural with nature-oriented magic. Her weapons include a wooden bow she made herself and a quiver full of arrows, as well as a hunting knife she keeps hidden in her boots.

Appearance: Her rusty red hair is cut short, falling to only to the middle of her neck. Through her hair pokes out her long pointed ears. Her eyes are a dark violet, and her skin is very fair. Ravewood’s clothing consists of a dark green tunic with a brown belt looped around her waist at a slant. Over her body she wears a violet cloak, which is usually covered in moss, as is her body. Her boots are brown in color, and are made out of griffon hide.

Personality: Ravewood is a reserved individual, but she isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She’s a tough girl and hates being bested at anything, for she sees it as a weakness in herself for not being better. She has a strong connection to nature, especially the plants and the insects. She is slow to make friends, but is fiercely loyal to those few who reach that status.

History: Ravewood’s parents died in a fight when she was a young girl, leaving her scarred for life. She turned jittering, jumping at even her own shadow. The only time she felt safe was when she was alone with nature. When she was a few years older, however, she was taken captive by one of the various factions fighting for power.

Ravewood changed after that. Her heart hardened and she did nothing but stare into space for days on end. Never did she say a word to her captors, no matter what methods they tried. One day, they simply released her. She headed back home, not knowing that they were following her. Ravewood has blamed herself ever since for the massacre that followed.

The next few years the young elf wandered around the land, never feeling at home anywhere and never staying at a place for more than a couple days. Even when Fay took the throne and the fighting stopped, she couldn’t stop wandering.

One day, she saw something strange in the sky. She watched as it landed and she watched as Ken emerged from the metal hunk. Feeing the evil emitting off of him, she vanished from the place, thinking that she could just erase that day from her mind.

Alas, it was not to be.

Other: Inspired by: http://saimain.deviantart.com/art/Forsaken-44543434

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Username: manysidestome
Name: Narzul
Age: 560
Gender: Male
Race: Fire Demon
Allegiance: Angel of Darkness
Skills/Weapons: Has complete control over fire and heat. Also is quite physically strong, but he has limits.
Appearance: He is around 2 meters tall, and somewhat muscular. He has two curved horns coming out of his forehead, and claws on his hands and feet. He has great big fangs and piercing orange eyes. He has reptillian wings on his back, and down his spine are flames where spikes would be. His skin is a dark red color.
Personality: He is rather hot-headed and impulsive, he's a -burn everything in sight and worry about the consequences never- demon.
History: Narzul was once one of the most feared names on Treath. Centuries earlier he and five other demons ruled the planet through their extraordinary power. All six were sealed away by a group of heroes, and laid dormant in their crypts for centuries. With the arrival of the Angel of Darkness, Narzul was free, but severely weakened. He decided that the most powerful being was this 'angel' and follows him in an attempt to gain more power, regain his own power, and try and find his demon brethern, in order to release them from their slumber and rule Treath once more.
Other:

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Username: Fire Lord
Name: Syn
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Biomasstic
Appearance: Syn
Allegiance: Angel of Darkness

Skills/Weapons: Syn's body can produce various amounts of Biomass material from his very skin. He uses this to forge weapons of various nature upon his body. The Biomass itself can be lethal on its own. The Biomass gives him unusal endurance, which allows him to survive many wounds that would kill others. However, using the sheer amount of biological material inside him eats away at his body, which ordinarily would have killed him already. However, because of Kenneth Levot's power, Syn stays alive by his own pain and hatred, becoming stronger the more he feels.

Personality: Syn has a depressed outlook upon the world, and rarely shows vast amounts of emotion when he's not fighting. This is partly due to the biomass that constantly eats away at him, making him sound sick and plagued. When he's fighting, he uses his hatred and rage to grow stronger; as long he does not let them go, he can not die.

History: Syn is apart of the Biomasstic race, a rare group of people whose numbers decrease every year. A Biomasstic is born with a living Biomass inside them, a substance that grows and adapts with its host. The Biomass gives the person endurance and strength, but at a high price. The Biomass is constantly eating away at a person; most Biomasstics do not live past the age of 21.

Syn grew up during the wars of Treath, being pulled into the conflict like most of the Biomasstics. The war cost them many of their people, hurting a race whose life expectancy was less than twenty years as it is. Syn left the war when he reached the age of twenty, the Biomass beginning to eat away at his body. Incredibly, he survived for another year in agony and torment, barely alive.

Then he saw witness to the Angel of Darkness as he fell from the sky. While others ran, Syn staggered forward and was the first to come across Kenneth Levot. At the brink of death and in blinding pain, Syn listened as Levot offered to save his life. He accepted, and was filled with the darke powers of Levot. In doing so, he unknowingly swore alliegance to the Angel of Darkness. Because although Syn lives, he has not lost the pain, and Levot would not take it away. In order to live, he had to hold onto that pain.

His race nearly gone and lost without a purpose, blinded by his pain, Syn became the first follower of the Angel of Darkness, and will serve him until the end.

Other: The more pain and hatred he feels, the stronger he becomes. Because his life is tied to Levot's power, he can never betray him.

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Username: R0M4N

Name: Jur-Ong

Age: 87

Gender: Male

Race:Dwarf

Allegiance: Against Fay, but willing to help her against the Angel of Darkness who he views as a bigger threat.

Skills/Weapons: Jur-Ong is skilled with a pick-ax, and uses this skill to his fullest advantage, whether it be forcing through a mountain landslide, mining, or fighting. He is also an experianced archer, but has little experiance with proper melee weapons like swords or spears. However, he always carries his trusty dagger.

Personality: Jur-Ong, like most Dwarves, has a tendency to be stubborn and gruff in dealing with others. However, as the leader of his band of dwarves, he has always done what he thinks is best for them. His temper is perhaps less than others of his race, but is still quite bad compared to most other races. Past all of these attributes, Jur-Ong has a positive outlook on his live and tends to be an optimist about the situations he encounters.

History:Jur-Ong was born in the northern mountains of Threath. He grew up in a Dwarf mining community that was constantly under raids from pirates, outlaws, and even the previous monarchs. At the age of 17, he was taken as a slave for the Kings and Queens, and was brought to a mine to the south of his village. However, the young Dwarf quickly rose as a leader among the enslaved dwarfs of the camp and led an uprising when he was 28. Since then, he has roomed the hills and mountains with his people, surviving by whatever means. He has raided the towns of the Kings and Queens of Threath, selled the ores that his people have mined when they set up camp for the winter, and even took the role of highwaymen and ambushed caravans traveling the road.

Jur-Ong's war to survive came to its climax when he fought in the wars against Queen Fay and the other factions of the land. Since then, he has managed to maintain his grip on power, but he is being chased down by the forces of Fay and is facing issues of loyalty among his own tribe. When the Angel of Darkness arrived in Threath, Jur-Ong lost even more popularity among his people for taking a stance against him. Thus, Jur-Ong and his fellow band of Dwarves who have kept loyal to him have decided to head to Fay's castle to appeal for an alliance against the Angel of Darkness.

Appearance: Jur-Ong has brown hair and plenty of it: he has a long beard, mutton ,chops, and blocky eyebrows. HE is also the average height for a dwarf, which is very small.

Other: Jur-Ong is currently at Fay's court waiting to appeal to her about his plans.

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Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Fay
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Fairy
Allegiance: Treath
Skills/Weapons: Wind magic, in tune with nature, so she can talk to plants and animals/control plants somewhat, fly. She doesn't really use weapons, but she has a vine whip incase and uses plant products for potions and the like.
Appearance: Fay
Personality: Fay is a kind women, but strict too. She is caring and helps others with their problems, also being a very good listener and is pretty smart, but she does not like it when people break rules or are out of control. Some people think she is older because she acts mature, but she can be childish sometimes, especially out in nature, where she is more carefree.
History: Fay was born as a noble and lived a pretty basic noble life, studying and trying to appeal to random adults. Still Fay didn't hate her childhood, for she also got to spend a lot of time in her garden. There she made friends with the plants and animals that lived there. When Fay was crowned Queen, she was a bit shocked, but took responsibility right away. She wanted to show the people of Treath that she deserve the job as Queen and has been doing a good job so far, helping to bring people to the planet.
Other: N/A

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Name: Arus Ven
Age: 25
Gender:Male

Appearance: http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/55031.jpg

Race: Human

Allegiance: none. will be recruited.

Weapon/skills: Magnetic Power: Arus is able to push most metal and/or magnets toward and away from himself. His weapon of choice is an Iron katana.

Personality: Arus is a procrastinator when it comes to work, as he is very lazy. He would much rather fool around or sleep than work. He is not afraid to speak his mind but is also very foolish, which is not a good combination. Although he is an upbeat, cheerful kinds guy, he can be very serious.

History:Orphaned as a child, he was taken in by the village of Tawanou. there he learned to fight and wield a sword.

He left the village at 18 in search of a wizard who lived in the Greater Keral Forest. There he trained for 2 years in the art of magic and discovered he could move metal objects such as a magnet can.

Arus Ven is now a freelance mercenary who wanders the plains of Treath working for whoever pays the most.

Username: manysidestome
Name: Narzul
Age: 560
Gender: Male
Race: Fire Demon
Allegiance: Angel of Darkness
Skills/Weapons: Has complete control over fire and heat. Also is quite physically strong, but he has limits.
Appearance: He is around 2 meters tall, and somewhat muscular. He has two curved horns coming out of his forehead, and claws on his hands and feet. He has great big fangs and piercing orange eyes. He has reptillian wings on his back, and down his spine are flames where spikes would be. His skin is a dark red color.
Personality: He is rather hot-headed and impulsive, he's a -burn everything in sight and worry about the consequences never- demon.
History: Narzul was once one of the most feared names on Treath. Centuries earlier he and five other demons ruled the planet through their extraordinary power. All six were sealed away by a group of heroes, and laid dormant in their crypts for centuries. With the arrival of the Angel of Darkness, Narzul was free, but severely weakened. He decided that the most powerful being was this 'angel' and follows him in an attempt to gain more power, regain his own power, and try and find his demon brethern, in order to release them from their slumber and rule Treath once more.
Other:

I will likely create another character if that is ok.

Accepted.

And it's fine.

More Accepted Characters

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Username: manysidestome
Name: Sinthos
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Water Sprite
Allegiance: Fay
Skills/Weapons: Can control water, including freezing it. Is quite fast.
Appearance: Blue-skinned, with dark blue hair and yellow eyes. Has sharp teeth and wears a cloth around his waist. He has wings like a butterfly's on his back, though less colorful.
Personality: Playful and cheerful, Sinthos is quite a nuisance when anything serious comes about. However, when his feelings are hurt, he becomes quite solemn and depressed, hardly speaking to anyone. If he's scared, there's no shutting him up short of covering his mouth.
History: Sinthos and other sprites have never been a major part of war, if left alone they never interfered with anything, though the water sprites would sometimes prank whoever came too near their home for water. Now with the peace they feel safer going out, and Sinthos now hangs around Queen Fay, for reasons known only to himself, though whether or not he intends to help her against this angel or just hover around annoying everyone is still unclear.
Other: Loves sweet things.

I shall reserve a spot fer one, maybe two characters.

Username: Fire Lord
Name: Syn
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Biomasstic
Appearance: Syn
Allegiance: Angel of Darkness

Skills/Weapons: Syn's body can produce various amounts of Biomass material from his very skin. He uses this to forge weapons of various nature upon his body. The Biomass itself can be lethal on its own. The Biomass gives him unusal endurance, which allows him to survive many wounds that would kill others. However, using the sheer amount of biological material inside him eats away at his body, which ordinarily would have killed him already. However, because of Kenneth Levot's power, Syn stays alive by his own pain and hatred, becoming stronger the more he feels.

Personality: Syn has a depressed outlook upon the world, and rarely shows vast amounts of emotion when he's not fighting. This is partly due to the biomass that constantly eats away at him, making him sound sick and plagued. When he's fighting, he uses his hatred and rage to grow stronger; as long he does not let them go, he can not die.

History: Syn is apart of the Biomasstic race, a rare group of people whose numbers decrease every year. A Biomasstic is born with a living Biomass inside them, a substance that grows and adapts with its host. The Biomass gives the person endurance and strength, but at a high price. The Biomass is constantly eating away at a person; most Biomasstics do not live past the age of 21.

Syn grew up during the wars of Treath, being pulled into the conflict like most of the Biomasstics. The war cost them many of their people, hurting a race whose life expectancy was less than twenty years as it is. Syn left the war when he reached the age of twenty, the Biomass beginning to eat away at his body. Incredibly, he survived for another year in agony and torment, barely alive.

Then he saw witness to the Angel of Darkness as he fell from the sky. While others ran, Syn staggered forward and was the first to come across Kenneth Levot. At the brink of death and in blinding pain, Syn listened as Levot offered to save his life. He accepted, and was filled with the darke powers of Levot. In doing so, he unknowingly swore alliegance to the Angel of Darkness. Because although Syn lives, he has not lost the pain, and Levot would not take it away. In order to live, he had to hold onto that pain.

His race nearly gone and lost without a purpose, blinded by his pain, Syn became the first follower of the Angel of Darkness, and will serve him until the end.

Other: The more pain and hatred he feels, the stronger he becomes. Because his life is tied to Levot's power, he can never betray him.


I'll make a hero later.

Reserve noted, Plague and Fire Lord.

Also, accepted.

Username: R0M4N
Name: Jur-Ong


Age: 87

Gender: Male

Race:Dwarf

Allegiance: Against Fay, but willing to help her against the Angel of Darkness who he views as a bigger threat.

Skills/Weapons: Jur-Ong is skilled with a pick-ax, and uses this skill to his fullest advantage, whether it be forcing through a mountain landslide, mining, or fighting. He is also an experianced archer, but has little experiance with proper melee weapons like swords or spears. However, he always carries his trusty dagger.

Personality: Jur-Ong, like most Dwarves, has a tendency to be stubborn and gruff in dealing with others. However, as the leader of his band of dwarves, he has always done what he thinks is best for them. His temper is perhaps less than others of his race, but is still quite bad compared to most other races. Past all of these attributes, Jur-Ong has a positive outlook on his live and tends to be an optimist about the situations he encounters.

History:Jur-Ong was born in the northern mountains of Threath. He grew up in a Dwarf mining community that was constantly under raids from pirates, outlaws, and even the previous monarchs. At the age of 17, he was taken as a slave for the Kings and Queens, and was brought to a mine to the south of his village. However, the young Dwarf quickly rose as a leader among the enslaved dwarfs of the camp and led an uprising when he was 28. Since then, he has roomed the hills and mountains with his people, surviving by whatever means. He has raided the towns of the Kings and Queens of Threath, selled the ores that his people have mined when they set up camp for the winter, and even took the role of highwaymen and ambushed caravans traveling the road.

Jur-Ong's war to survive came to its climax when he fought in the wars against Queen Fay and the other factions of the land. Since then, he has managed to maintain his grip on power, but he is being chased down by the forces of Fay and is facing issues of loyalty among his own tribe. When the Angel of Darkness arrived in Threath, Jur-Ong lost even more popularity among his people for taking a stance against him. Thus, Jur-Ong and his fellow band of Dwarves who have kept loyal to him have decided to head to Fay's castle to appeal for an alliance against the Angel of Darkness.

Appearance: Jur-Ong has brown hair and plenty of it: he has a long beard, mutton ,chops, and blocky eyebrows. HE is also the average height for a dwarf, which is very small.

Other: Jur-Ong is currently at Fay's court waiting to appeal to her about his plans.

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Fay
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Fairy
Allegiance: Treath
Skills/Weapons: Wind magic, in tune with nature, so she can talk to plants and animals/control plants somewhat, fly. She doesn't really use weapons, but she has a vine whip incase and uses plant products for potions and the like.
Appearance: Fay
Personality: Fay is a kind women, but strict too. She is caring and helps others with their problems, also being a very good listener and is pretty smart, but she does not like it when people break rules or are out of control. Some people think she is older because she acts mature, but she can be childish sometimes, especially out in nature, where she is more carefree.
History: Fay was born as a noble and lived a pretty basic noble life, studying and trying to appeal to random adults. Still Fay didn't hate her childhood, for she also got to spend a lot of time in her garden. There she made friends with the plants and animals that lived there. When Fay was crowned Queen, she was a bit shocked, but took responsibility right away. She wanted to show the people of Treath that she deserve the job as Queen and has been doing a good job so far, helping to bring people to the planet.
Other: N/A

Name: Arus Ven
Age: 25
Gender:Male

Appearance: http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/55031.jpg

Race: Human

Allegiance: none. will be recruited.

Weapon/skills: Magnetic Power: Arus is able to push most metal and/or magnets toward and away from himself. His weapon of choice is an Iron katana.



Personality: Arus is a procrastinator when it comes to work, as he is very lazy. He would much rather fool around or sleep than work. He is not afraid to speak his mind but is also very foolish, which is not a good combination. Although he is an upbeat, cheerful kinds guy, he can be very serious.

History:Orphaned as a child, he was taken in by the village of Tawanou. there he learned to fight and wield a sword.

He left the village at 18 in search of a wizard who lived in the Greater Keral Forest. There he trained for 2 years in the art of magic and discovered he could move metal objects such as a magnet can.

Arus Ven is now a freelance mercenary who wanders the plains of Treath working for whoever pays the most.

All three of you are accepted.

I'm still waiting for Plague to get around to creating his character, but I'm hoping to start this Monday.

Username: manysidestome
Name: Sinthos
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Water Sprite
Allegiance: Fay
Skills/Weapons: Can control water, including freezing it. Is quite fast.
Appearance: Blue-skinned, with dark blue hair and yellow eyes. Has sharp teeth and wears a cloth around his waist. He has wings like a butterfly's on his back, though less colorful.
Personality: Playful and cheerful, Sinthos is quite a nuisance when anything serious comes about. However, when his feelings are hurt, he becomes quite solemn and depressed, hardly speaking to anyone. If he's scared, there's no shutting him up short of covering his mouth.
History: Sinthos and other sprites have never been a major part of war, if left alone they never interfered with anything, though the water sprites would sometimes prank whoever came too near their home for water. Now with the peace they feel safer going out, and Sinthos now hangs around Queen Fay, for reasons known only to himself, though whether or not he intends to help her against this angel or just hover around annoying everyone is still unclear.
Other: Loves sweet things.

Thought I'd add another one, though I wonder if I can actually pull him off...

We should start now!

Accepted, manysidestome.

And patience is a virtue, R0M4N. Chores come first at my house.

This RP is now starting!



“Well, well, well,” the dark figure murmured as he slowly made his way around the chained prisoner. “What have we here?”

“You’re not getting anything from me,” the prisoner growled, his eyes following the mage’s every movement. “I don’t care what you do, I…”

“Silence,” the mage hissed as he came to a halt in his circling. He held up a pale hand. Instantly a darke energy swirled around the flesh, swirling about like angry storm clouds. However, the mage’s expression was calm. Only in his black eyes could one see a spark of irritation.

“You are nothing but a tiny little speck,” the darke mage continued, his voice calmer than before. “A speck so small that your death will not even impact the fate of this planet, much less the universe.” The magic swirling around his hand faded away as he spoke and he let the hand fall back to his side. “I know ways to get creatures to talk—ways that even the most resistant are powerless against.” He began his circling again, never once taking his gaze away from his prisoner. “But I would hate to have to clean up a mess, and I doubt that you want your family involved in this. By the way, I must congratulate you on your little daughter. Born three weeks ago, correct?”

The humanoid bird flinched and then bowed his head, knowing that he had been bested. “Promise you’ll leave my family alone?” he whispered with closed eyes.

“Of course,” the mage answered with a wave of his hand. “On my honor.”

“The seer… He’s in Tretop Village.”

“I have an itching to go see this new child of yours…”

The prisoner trembled, and then hurriedly continued on. “U-underneath the old church. There’s an underground room. That’s all I know, I swear! P-please don’t hurt them!”

Ken smiled as he turned away from the prisoner. “I have no honor,” he whispered and snapped his fingers. His guards reacted in an instant, each driving home a sword in the poor bird’s heart.

The mage left the dungeon room, his feet making no sounds as he made his way through the forgotten castle, which he had claimed as his own shortly after landing. The place had been cursed, which explained why it was forgotten, but none of the curses had been a match for his powers. Now this old castle was his stronghold, and his numbers were growing daily.

After he took care of the seer Darissan, he had only two more seers to track down and kill. First, however, he had to make a pit stop to kill the bird’s family.

He had learned from his mistakes on the first planet he had tried to take over.

And he never repeated the same mistake twice.

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Ravewood stared up at the bright blue sky, her dark violet eyes never once blinking. The wild grass around her now covered her, growing on her clothing and on her skin. She didn’t know how long she had been laying there, nor did she really care.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her short, rusty red hair. This place that she was in, a small meadow behind an old church, was sacred and thus it was safe from the horrors of her memories of that man in black.

Over a month had passed since the day she had seen him for the first time, but still the very mention of him brought chills to her.

Ravewood sat up and placed her bow across her lap. As safe as she felt her, in this sacred grove, she knew that it wasn’t wise to stay. Not all spells held, and she didn’t want to risk being found here, out in the open.

The young elf climbed to her feet and headed towards the town nearby. As much as she hated contact with others, she needed to hear the news.

Fay frowned as she made her way through the halls of her palace. When she was first crowned Queen, she had trouble navigating her way through the various halls, but now she was used to it. Still at times when her mind was wandering, like now, she would get herself lost.

Fay looked at the wooden door before her and sighed. She had gone the wrong way and ended up at the garden. She turned on her heel and tried to remember the way to the throne room from here as she thought about the bad feeling she had. The earth cried out to her, sending Fay a warning. It had been happening for a while and it made the fairy Queen nervous. But Fay didn't fret too much. If something was wrong, she would see to it that it would end.

Finally reaching the throne room, Fay let a small smile appear on her face.

He wasn't used to the green rolling plains, tall stone castles and the humble wooden huts that surrounded him as Jur-Ong led his misfit band of dwarves towards Fey's castle. He couldn't help but feel homesick from the towering mountains that pillared over him in the cheerful days of his youth. This clan was starving under the burning heat of the southern skies,and he was practically ready to give up his cause to receive some hospitality. When a cool breeze blew through the trees of these plains, forests, and meadows, he made a sigh of relief as the wind flew around his thick brown clumps of hair. In his heart, though, he reserved the purpose of his mission, and knew continuing to Fey's castle was his only choice.

When Jur-Ong and his band finally spotted the great structure on the edge of the horizon, they would have been broken out in celebration if it wasn't for their complete lack of energy. This war among the creatures of Treath had gone on long enough, and it was time to do what was right for the people of his land, even if it meant humbling himself.

Many of his followers had already deserted into the hope of a better life, some among the new danger which was the reason for their great journey from the Northern mountains of Treath. Others didn't have the will to make such a commitment, and others didn't have the will to go up aginst the pain and lack of supplies. Jur-Ong just prayed to the mighty Gods of the Land of Treath and the Northern Mounts as he approached the castle, that he just may be accepted and at least make some contribution to the Greater Good.

Narzul

He could feel them, they slumbered on, unaware of events taking place. Narzul was not strong enough to wake them, and the Angel could take control of them if he woke them himself. He would have to wait, bide his time until he had enough power to wake his bretheren, but in the meantime, the one he allied with could soften Treath up for the return of the demons, and might even wake the others by accident like Narzul had woken. With the power of six demons, they would rule. It was all he could think about, but a nagging doubt held his mind as well, could he trick the angel, or would he be discovered before he could enact his plans?

Sinthos

Giggling, the water sprite floated above Fay's head, watching as she walked around, looking for her throne room. She stopped, and Sinthos knew the time was right. He quickly flew down and snatched her crown off the top of her heard, started laughing aloud, and floated up to the cieling.

Fay felt hand on her head and looked up to see Sinthos floating above her with her crown. She sighed and knew that this would waste time, but she didn't yell at Sinthos. Well not yet.

"Sinthos will you please give me back my crown. I have important things to attend to," she asked in an annoyed tone.

Sinthos

"Important things? You need this crown for that? You should come up and get it if you want it back," Sinthos said, giggling now and delighting in his game. He put the crown on top of his head, and grinned down at Fay. "Sinthos is waiting. Come get the pretty crown miss Queen."

Arus sighed heavily as he walked though forest. Its been 3 hours and i've been going in circles! Arus scratched his head and thought hard. *Crack* Arus pivoted to the direction of the sound, gripping his katana tightly. This is it he thought. he slowly advanced towards the the noise, its song now including growls and panting. Arus looked closely through the mist. Emerging from it, a best with gleaming yellow eyes and long black fangs. "AAAGGHH". Arus's cry was quickly followed by the sound of a sword unsheathing , then a yelp.

"That was...." He looked down at the Dark Wolf, its yellow eyes now faded. his legs were Arus quickly collected his kill, and took off. Well, i better get his back to M. Mogu, if i want my money. The warm wind brushed his cheek, but he still felt cold for some reason.

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Sighing again, Fay flew up to Sinthos. She rarely flew, especially in the palace, mainly because the things she had to do took place on the ground. So it was a little weird being high up. Fay tried to hid a smile as she flew over to Sinthos to take back her crown.

"Sinthos it is not a toy. Now give it back to me," she demanded. She could try to take the crown back by force, but Fay knew she shouldn't. Although the Sprite was annoying, he wasn't dangerous. Attacking him would just cause problems that Fay didn't need.

Sinthos

"Sinthos thinks you need to have more fun times," Sinthos said, taking the crown off. He placed it back on Fay's head. "Always talking about important things or serious stuff, never about fun times! Sinthos never see you fly before. Why not have any fun miss Queen?"

"Because I, as the Queen, don't have time. Peace is finally here in Treath and that took most of my time after I was crowned. I would love to have fun," Fay admitted. "But I don't have time. Besides I have a feeling something bad is happening."

She wondered if Sinthos would be helpful against whatever it was that made the earth call out to her. If not, it would cause a problem. Still she didn't want to kick Sinthos out of the palace.

"But maybe once things settle down, I'll be able to relax."

Sinthos

The sprite looked confused for a few moments before sticking out his tongue and flying back. "You make no sense, Sinthos see nothing bad happening. Miss Queen is funny, but has no fun, Sinthos will make fun! For the un-fun people in this place!" He started giggling again, flying quickly around Fay.

IC: Syn

Pain...pain was he felt. It filled him; blinded him, it was all he could smell, could see, could hear, could taste and could touch. But Syn did not care...

His shirtless body was resting against the stone wall of the ancient castle. Bandages were bound tightly around his abs, and chest thin and his muscles ragged. His black eyes were held low by dark bags beneath them and his face was thin and sickly; he looked plagued.

He waited until the cloaked man walked by before immediatly pushing from the wall and walking past him. His gaze was aimed towards the stone floor, his posture slightly bent from the pain of carrying his own body. The Biomass still ate at him, even though he could not die.

"Should I dispatch men to Treptop then, Milord?" he asked.

"Or are you intending to go there yourself?"