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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:34 am
NetherworldDominant Race(s): Demons (only Demons can post here, or if your character was brought here by a Demon) Places of Significance: Allegiance: Evil Population Size: Unknown Services: Overview: This is the realm where the Demons plot to do their evil in the material world and to hide from the Angels. Many unlucky Angels (and some mortals) have been captured and taken here for an eternity of pain and suffering. It is also known as Hell, the Underworld, the Abyss, and anything else that sounds not fun. Picture:
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 5:31 pm
As large as the Netherworld was, the terrain did not change much. All the ground was charred, black, crumbling. It crunched beneath your feet, even if you threaded lightly. Nothing grew, it was a barren wasteland, occupied by demonic creatures, fire, and whatever unfortunate souls the demons decided to drag down to torture. All the of land, and building seemed the same, except for one specific building. Around it, the charred black ground crunched, but with frost. It rose like a blue, shiny mass from the ground, seeming bizarre in it's surroundings. A small palace made of ice. Not a single object inside was not made from the cold substance. Most of the demons inside quivered, glaring at the structure with hatred, except for a choice few. The one seeming the most relaxed, paced around the main room, eyeing the structure of her home. Waterdroplets dripped down the blocks of ice, she eyed them with annoyance. "This is not working, we need more ice casters." She screamed out to a demon who stayed a safe distance away from her.
"Of course Mi'lady." The demon nodded vigorously, scribbling something onto a piece of parchment with a chunk of charcoal.
There was silence for a long while. But Nirissa continued to pace, slower now. Her pace slowly reduced, as she thought of further plans for her small palace. She halted suddenly, a memory of a dwelling nearby catching her attention. Spinning on her toes, she faced her demon servant, who twitched, expecting to be hit. "Find one of the ice casters and tell them to come here, we're going to go out for a bit. I have a idea that just might work..." Nodding, the servant rushed off, slipping on the icy floor a few times. Nirissa wandered over to a gaping hole in the side of her palace wall, with a thin piece of ice covering it. A window. She gaze out it, her eyes fixed upon a blob on the horizon, not too far away. Dias' palace, the old First Demon. With luck, they could permanently freeze the metal beams that held up the building, and build ice ontop of that. The ice would take much longer to freeze then, and she would require less ice casters running around her home. She grinned at the through, her teeth glittering with frost.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 5:52 pm
Maris Brood walked through the passages of the ice palace without a problem, her warm Demon Spawn blood kept her warm and if one was uncomfortable simply by temperature then they had no right to live in her opinion. She had joined Nirissa's ranks a little less than a year ago, she was one of the few demons that didn't view her as less than dirt and and that was something she liked since it was so rare. Maris also fought hard to impress her master and to prove that she was a useful servant. When she entered the main chamber she bowed, "what is thy bidding my mistress?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:34 am
" Come OUT "
'Where was he. The demon should be here. It had been 700 years. He was always here . Sure his tower was fallen but no one could have beaten that demon. He was too powerful.'
Stalking through the ruins of the old palace the demon know as Victor searched for it's long vanished lord. It was once again time for them to do battle. As they had sense time unending. Only the demon lord could truly challenge him. Yet the fight he had looked forward too was nowhere to be found.
Victor shook with rage at his lack of an opponent . He needed to kill something. Sighting a nearby mountain he drew his blade. Gathering his rage into the blade He struck. Pulling his blade horizontally across the sky he watched as the air itself was torn apart. A red wave of destruction flowed from his blade to the mountains peak. A mighty crack was heard as the top of the crag was severed from the bottom.
Victor watched as it toppled down onto a demon village below. The carnage made him feel slightly better but there was little of real value to him in random violence.
He needed real battle. A good oponant or an entire demon army.
Something; anything that might prove worthy.
( Now that's demonic power.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:06 am
The rumble of the collapsing mountain in the distance made Nirissa raise a brow, but she disregarded it completely. "Serves them right for living beside a crumbling mountain." She muttered to herself, turning around from the window to face Maris. "Maris," she said with a grin, the servant was smart in choosing her. "I just thought about visiting Dias' old palace, I may relocate mine to there, you see. The metal in the building could be permafrozen so the ice wouldn't melt as quickly." Her eyes were fixed upon another drip of water, sliding down her wall. Without even a change of expression, or flinch, a sudden shockwave of frost erupted from her, giving everything in the room a new layer of frost, even Maris, though it was thin enough not to be harmful at all, just maybe a little chilly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:20 am
Maris shook the frost off like a dog. She had heard of Dais, he was quite notorious in the Netherworld, but she had never met him so did not care much. His great keep had fallen in disrepair after his imprisonment and it was a wonder that no one else had taken it yet. "Very well mistress, when shall we be off?"
(You can just take us straight there if you like Serene.
Also, Valencrow, your guy is at Dais' palace right?
Finally both of you have written it as "Dias" on several occasions... no big deal, I just wanted to point it out... did I write it in his profile wrong? O_o Anyway, a "dais" is a throne, or raised platform in the dicitonary.... just thought that is something interesting)
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:12 pm
( yes Victor is roaming around looking for Dais at the palace. It is funny how we keep messing up the name.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:07 pm
(( Yeah x] I'll try to be better about it now. ))
With a nod, Nirissa headed for the door. As she stepped out onto the charred ground of the Netherworld, frost spread across the ground where her feet fell, quickly melting and evaporating as her feet left.
They neared Dais' palace quickly, but as they neared Nirissa slowed substantially. Was it the palace or something else entirely causing her unease? She resolved that it was her former master's palace. "Scout ahead a little bit. But do not get out of my line of sight." She whispered to Maris, her eyes scanning the building for any odd detail.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:35 pm
Maris nodded and unsheathed her bladed shotos, but she kept them cold so as to not draw attention to herself. Maris had a talent for sneaking around stealthily, she didn't have any spells to aid her, but in using the traditional techniques she was quite good. She crept from boulder to boulder, making sure to stay close enough to her mistress if she needed her to come back, but far enough ahead to be useful. Soon she approached the gates to the great keep. This fortress was one of the biggest in the Netherworld, even today, but none had taken it as there own. It was carved into a giant stalagmite and then built on top of it. It was made of giant stone blocks with iron armor holding them in place and reinforcing them in important areas. The doors had long been destroyed and forced permanently open by various demons who had come to loot the place. Inside Maris heard crashes of debris, someone was home.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:03 am
Sick of waiting and bored of breaking thing Victor was at a loss. This would be the second time Dias had let him down. Disgusted beyond reason he sat heavily on the steps of the palace and jammed his sword point first into the ground. Leaning his head on the handle of the mighty blade he asked the nether world for something, ANYTHING, to offer him a challenge.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 9:53 pm
Maris saw the demon and could tell just how he carried himself that he was quite powerful. He had a certain ego about himself that went beyond that of most demons. It was like he did not fear anything that might attack him. This alone implied he wielded significant power, because in the Netherworld Demons lived by the philosophy that there was always a bigger fish.
Maris turned back and scurried along to return to her Mistress, intent on not being seen.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:09 pm
Nirissa raised a brow as Maris scurried back, she was still being quiet, which meant there was something in there. "What is it?" She growled softly as she returned, agrivated that something was in her way to take over the long forgotten palace.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:45 pm
Arnys stroked Herik's back his eyes intent and looking about behind her a she walked. He flicked his tongue out to taste the heat. Thing about ice demons was thier body heat ws lower and so Herik did not sense Nirissa until Arnys saw her. It seemed she wasn't the only one to hear noise here. Smirkeing and chuckling softly she approahced Nirissa. She wasn't more powerful then her rather they were about on the same level.
Arnys was known for not choosing sides thoguh adn as strange of a demon as she was she didn't attack unless feeling threatened there was no need to be edgy around a demon like Arnys unless they had done something horrible to her in the past and made the mistake of letting her live.
Being such a scout of demons did give one a name and powerful allies. As long as she kept herself useful none really bothered her thats the way she liked it. "Grabbing up palaces are we? Don't you already have one ice queen?" Arnys only needed one hole to keep her satisfied and no one knew where it was thankfully. Herik gave a small flicker of his tongue to Nirissa in a hello sort of way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 9:10 am
Nirissa's eyes appraised the palace while Arnys talked. She continued on her way into the palace, expecting Arnys to follow, whatever was inside most likely couldn't handle them all. It was probably just some stray imp. "Mine's melting, the metal in this one will keep my ice from melting. Plus, it's sort of a shame to see this thing going to waste." She turned her head to flash both Arnys and Herik a frosty smile. Her head jerked forward again as she finally stepped into the building, now she was much more quiet, meaning to sneak up on whatever was in the palace.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:30 pm
Herik dropped to the ground and slithered beside Nirissia taking in everything. For the mean time it appeared Arnys had just disappeared and left her pet behind. In reality she turned invisible. Something she had been practicing for years and years on end. No illusions so as to let people see through it. But it had its weaknesses, none she was willing to share though.
She walked silently behind the group a bit to avoid being attacked and being detected.
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