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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:57 am
The shining city, Casgonia. One of the wealthy cities of Termina, literally made from nearly nothing but the most beautiful diamonds in the world, Casgoden Diamonds hence its name. The city is sprouted with diamonds, not just any diamonds but Casgoden diamonds. The city is covered in a deep red haze that emits from the casgoden diamonds, this is to protect its creator from the suns intense rays. It always seems to be midnight in Casgonia. Every hour is the darkest here. These special crystals emit their own crystalline light, which make the city light up like a bulb. Many people and races come from all corners of the universe. The best feature is the city's transparent buildings and surroundings which spread the wondrous beauty throughout itself. The diamond mage is said to guard the city, so any violators will be pennalized. Every last piece and section of this city has came forth from Casgoden diamonds; the plants, trees, rocks, houses, and even some people. These crystallized people are the absolute law and order of the city.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 4:29 pm
The Diamond Mage slowly took as sip of his Casgan Wine sitting in the headroom of the largest building in Casgonia. Altair laughed to himself as he as tugged his nonexistent strings dangle from the city leader's arms and torso.This gave Altair a cover if anyone decided to assassinate him or overthrow his leadership, all they would be left with was a shattered leader, shattered dreams, and an unsatisfied taste of crystal dust and reveng on their tongues.
Altair was standing at the entrance to the fine city of Casgonia, buildings shining brighter than ever. Altair felt a rush of energy as it overflowed his body pouring over itself, the feeling was invigorating as well as rejuvenating. Every light that expanded onto Altair's skin gave him a boost of energy overwhelming him. All Altair could do was smile with vigor. The reason he was standing at the entrance was to greet the visitor of the sparkling metropolis. As the giant gray ship made its way through the waters heavy fog it was strewn with many designs, each piece crafted by hand to give each ship its own distinctiveness. The ship creaked slowly as it rolled in on the purple haze ridden waters, some passengers staring in awe being their first time laying eyes on the city and the regulars staring bland not caring at the sight before them having been there many times before.
The ships boardwalk slammed down onto the crystal dock of the port, ramping right to the entrance of the city. Slowly but surely the passengers of the massive boat walked down the rigid plank leading way before them. The regulars walking hastily and running to the destinations they had preset in their minds, some on strenuous schedules and others on worry-free time slots just having a grand time. Altair loved watching his money pour in off the boats, each person stepping foot off the ship and onto his city was more coin in his satchet. Not that he needed the money...its financial value was little to nothing to him. Altair was a junkie for power and the gold, the riches, the money, the coin, the shine this...well this was jus another tunnel of power sifted straight into his veins.
Altair stood there leaning against the entrance poles constructed of Casgoden crystals jutting from the vivid crystal pane, his clothes floating along his muscular frame as the passengers of the ship passed by his person, some faster paced than others. His blood red crystallized hair draping backwards from his pale forehead to the back of his upper neck, wrapping his skull in radiating shards. His eye settled rose keepsake dangling around his neck as it twinkled in the light projecting off of the spires of buildings surrounding him. Altair spoke as the words rolled off his tongue "I hate to be all mushy but I love this place, it almost as if my back on my home planet."
Altair pushed himself off of the glaring pole that stood up behind him. Altair then walked slowly through the streets of the marvelous city as it fed of his power just as he did to it. Passing up shops, markets, vendors, citizens, tourist, and the crystalline guards themselves. As each shining solder passed their figures gleaming off of Altair's eyes. Altair gave a faint nod as to say "keep up the good work." The guards being the one individuals that know Altair is the true leader of Casgonia, seeing how the guards were made of complete crystal. Altair's powers over the years have been honed and perfected, each crystal cell's properties being able to be manipulated into different colors and shapes. Thus this would give the guards a more realist look, any twit with half a brain would shatter a clone before ever thinking twice of killing an actual person.
Altair made his way through the pathways of the city until he got to the blood fountain, one of the many reasons tourist came to the city, of course they were fooled by the ancient myth "The crystals bleed a red liquid to be perceived as blood and that its quantities upon consuming it would be granted everlasting life and the fruits to immortality!" or so read the plaque on the fountain either way it was a bunch of wish-wash created by the elders long ago. Altair just thought it to be humorous to be added in the center of the city, besides it was the place he meditated the deepest drowning himself in his own thoughts. The sounds of talking and sounds of the city moving within itself faded away as he sunk into silence...it reminded him of his home planet and consoled the raging warlord deep within his dormant ancestral veins, calming his blood-lust to a minimum.
Altair then took a deep breath and stood up snarling at some random children as the passed by he could hear their laughter ringing in his ears as the passed...he hated laughter it struck his ears like a plague. The distraught children scampered off in a fear. Altair dusted off his garments as he stretched his muscles. Sitting on the edge of the fountain he twiddled a piece of crystal shard between his sharp jutting black fingernails, for he was a murderer waiting, just killing time.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:19 pm
 The island of Casgoden had never changed over the years, it's radiance could be seen from miles away and was probably in fact one of the most noticeable places of Arius. Zenious walked through the area taking notice of the environment. Not really conversing with anyone but only observing the nature of the people and how they acted. He noticed that everything within the city seemed to be made of these casgoden diamonds. Rumor has it that they were built by the hands of one man. But that wasn't what Zenious was here for. He was here to obtain something. Something that is said to reside deep beneath the floor of the crystal infested waters, and Zenious had come for it. "Ooh, this is most intriguing." He knelt over to examine one of shards the shards that jutted out of the ground. "These beauties are most foreign to any jewels that I've come across in these lands." Zenious then pocketed the crystal into his rogue and continued towards the center of the city that surrounded what seemed to be a small harbor. "Perhaps there is an under level that submerges deeper into where it resides. If not, then I may have to force my way inside." He wanted to avoid unnecessary attention at all costs, however he would do anything necessary to retrieve the legendary Carbuncle from the bottom of the sea. He was aware that these things never came easy. Rumor goes that the diamond mage responsible for the creation of this city formation kept a close eye on all citizens, a difficult feature to accomplish even by the most powerful of dictators. Still Zenious wasn't without his own plans, and his methods for achieving them as well.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:33 am
 As Calm And Ever Shifting As The Wind. Warrior of Honor Sohaku Makihara.
Walking throughout the shopping district, weaving left and right as he was to pass by people trying not to bump into anyone or touch them with a rather large board sword was Sohaku. He loved the sight of this beautiful place, finding it surprising mesmerizing every time he comes here though one would think it wouldn't amaze you anymore after a certain amount of times, but for Sohaku its beauty was unlike anything he has seen before. As of now Sohaku appeared as an eight year old version of himself, he was using a technique that he often used to hide his aura, or because he just liked being in the form, but what ever the reason he was seen this way quite a lot though anyone who knew him would know this.
Sohaku had been in Casgonia for the past week or so and was having quite the good time, since he came around a lot more than most would think and knew quite a few people, who worked, or simply lived here as a get away home, but he would soon being on his way, since he felt staying here to long would destroy the beauty in which he saw in this beautiful place. Finally reaching a destination he would be seen stopping in front of a well known bar, a place he visited every time he came here, though not to often while visiting. Walking into the bar Sohaku looked around, many would look at him as if giving an expression of saying 'Isn't he to young to be in her?' or showed a state of fear for knowing who he was either way he was calmly and in his normal state of mind though in this state he has an uncontrollable habit of acting the age he appears.
Making his way to the bar, he looked around eying others with the slightest smile on his face, he seen many beautiful women and as he saw them, they saw him, most likely knowing him from either appearance, or actually knowing him and of his ability but either way he just wanted to be alone right now and taking a seat at the bar he awaited for the bartender to walk towards him, once one had he ordered. "May I have a bottle of your finest wine and a glass please." He requested now taking the rather large sword on his back and now sat it beside him though leaving his Katana looking blade mounted on his left side. When his requested was completed an a large bottle of wine was sitting in front of him, his smile grew slightly though hardly noticeable. He poured himself a glass and slowly sipped on it, now trying to figure it out what it is that he wished to do today.
"The truth is inconvertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is."
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 5:03 am
As Calm And Ever Shifting As The Wind. Warrior of Honor Sohaku Makihara.
Sipping on the wine Sohaku scanned the room looking at the many people who was either eying him or his sword either knowing what it was and who he was or pondering on the fact that such a small person could carry such a thing but it matter not to him for no one was foolish enough to try anything cause though there is a fighting policy he would subdue them without hurting them to bad and without actually engaging in a fight which is why it mattered not.
Being in such a small frame it had its limit, he could only hold his intoxication to an extent so it was safe to say he didn't plan on drinking the full bottle of wine, at least not by himself. As a female figure caught his attention she appeared to be smiling at him and smiling back he had decided to go talk to the woman, picking up his bottle of wine and glass with one hand and his sword with the other, he then made his way over towards her table taking it upon himself to take a seat. He has seen the woman around a few times with his days of visiting this place but never once has he spoken to her til now. "Hello miss, you seemed a little lonely so I decided to come keep you company, or rather I was the one lonely." He stated with a small chuckle. "Is that right? Well thank you but I was waiting for someone." The young woman said, her long violet hair flowing down her face, he beautiful violet eyes just as unique sparkling almost. This woman was beautiful, though not as beautiful as the island itself but nonetheless Beautiful.
"Well I would like to wait with you if you don't mine, maybe have a glass of wine if you wouldn't mind?" Sohaku spoke, his soft child like voice reaching across the table. He didn't bother to ask about who she was waiting for, he felt it being rude since he did not know the woman. " Aren't you a little to young to be drinking wine?" The woman questioned. Sohaku doing nothing but smile and releasing a small chuckle poured himself and the woman a glass of wine. "Well appearances can be deceiving and could be altered so who was to say mines weren't besides the bartender clearly knows who I am and has given me the bottle." he retorted calmly and started to sip his glass as did she. "So what your name?" He asked of her. "My name is Aurelie and yours?" Aurelie replied. " Sohaku" He simply replied.
(Its early so this is all for now.)
"The truth is inconvertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is."
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 6:06 pm
Kale slept the entire ride until his box was slightly opened by the only crew member who knew he was there. "Psst. You have till we are done unloading." the crewman said. Kale opened the crate just enough to slip out and made his way to the area the pick-up would be at. Kale sighed as he slipped through the city staying close to the shadows and alleys. Well at least it's night time and most people aren't looking for a random idiot in a metal suit.
The pick-up was as routine as he could have asked for. The drop-off man was very rude and ended up with a broken hand and a bruised ego but Kale was pleased at the turn of events, or lack of excitement as some would say. He made it back to the ship and his crate just in time due to Kale wanting to take a few crystals and one of the crystal-heads, as Kale calls them, pursued him for quite sometime before he gave it the slip. He now had seven good sized crystals and the one the Ishmael wanted. While waiting for the ship he was on to land back in Gearbolt he thought about how much he could get on the black market for the crystals in his hands.Maybe mister Ishmael knows some people that can get me a good deal....Ok that was weird. Why rely on him to get me a good price when I can do it myself? Well...I guess he is the only guy I would think that might want these but whatever. I'll see if he wants them or I'll find others that may want them or at least one who could tell me what they are or what they could be used for. Kale felt his crate jerk and knew that the craft had landed. Once the crate was opened he bolted instantly and ran to where he remembered Ishmael's apartment was. Kale smiled hoping that he would catch Ishmael sleeping but knew that life threw to many curve-balls at you to expect such a thing.
[Exit to Low Gear]
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 2:30 pm
 Terumi removed his hood, just to fully take in the sight before him. All he did was stare at crystals. "i cant believe that the elders didn't want any of us coming here. this is beautiful. i mean, Ive only seen this much of the island. but still." Terumi was pretty much gawking to himself, but he eventually started to walk forward. Terumi's mindless wondering eventually lead him to the outside of the city. he walked onto a bridge and started heading twords the buildings. "i wonder if anyone here still uses the art." he said to himself as he made his way halfway across the bridge. Terumi pulled out his keepsake, his weathered card case, and pulled out some of his cards and looked at them, mainly the one he couldn't understand. it would take him sometime to read it, and he hoped that if he came here, he could get someone to clean up his case, and to understand this card. Terumi figured, that if he was were his ancestors were, he might learn something. but instead of keeping his attention on the path in front of him, he was to focused on his card
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:35 pm
On the eastern side of the city a large arcane pirate ship flew by, although from the distance it hovered one could couldn't distinguish it from a normal arcane ship. As the ship lowered to the harbor of the island, the sails puffed open revealing the mark of a large devilishly curving dorsal. It was the signature emblem of Raze's Sharkskin Pirates. Raze leaped from the rear of the ship onto the plank of the docking bay with a thud, startling a few boatmen in the area as he began making his way down the market street. He gave a slight grin, rows upon rows of sharp teeth exactly the way a Goblin Shark's teeth were made. The man was bulky in size and wore a lavished blue trench open trench coat, revealing a bare salt ocean blue chest covered in dark blue runes. As he drew closer towards a liquor shop, there was a owner of a soft drink shop who stumbled backwards in slight terror of the man's appearance. Shrugging, Raze swept the top half of the shelves contents onto the floor, sending various types of liquor shattering to the floor. Although he didn't leave empty handed, he had managed to snag a shot before downing it's contents and tossing the remains over his shoulder. It wasn't long before Raze came into the direction of a man holding a book before bumping hard into the man, enough force to send Terumi's book flying out of his hands.
"Outta of the way brat...."
His grizzly tone sounded as he swept pass the boy. Not far passed the boy, he stopped for a few moments as if expecting someone to meet up with him here.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:22 am
Terumi put his card away, having enough trouble understanding the first word on it, he grabbed his book. this book was past down in his family. it was sort of a cheat sheet he thought. it was a record, of everyone in his family that was a summoner, of who had what summon. he flipped the pages until he felt another person's body run into his, causing his book to fall. Terumi picked it up and turned to the man, on had on his card case, his foot moved in a half circle in case this escalated into a fight "how bout you following your own words." Terumi sharply told the person that bumped into him. the mans appearance didn't bother him one bit. he has seen people summon creatures before that terrified him, but as he grew older, he also became desensitized to people's initial appearances. it was the aftermath that he wasnt used to fully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:36 pm
The shark humanoid said nothing at the boy's comment. Instead, he spun around before grabbing the boy by the cloak with enough force to lift him from his feet. He hated kids for one thing. But he hated kids with smart mouths even more, it only made him want to beat them to a pulp all the more. When Raze spoke, his breath smelled purely of 190 proof alcohol, enough to literally set his breath on fire if he lit a match next to it. Lifting the kid from his feet, he grunted before putting him back down. Shrugging his shoulders, he cracked his neck from side to side, as if he were relieving some built of stress that had built behind his shoulders.
"You gotta hell of a mouth on ya kid. You're lucky I'm on business today, otherwise I'd squeeze the insides outta ya just for the hell of it."
His barked through gritted teeth. He was a clearly hotblooded guy. Letting even the smallest of things get to him. It was easy for any opponent to tick him off. But this kid didn't seem worth the trouble. Although he would slap them around a bit if they pushed him, it wasn't like Raze to waste energy on those whom he deemed weak. The boy looked no older than sixteen or seventeen. Probably some farm boy who never really got out into the world was how Raze regarded him. But something told Raze he was just a bit more than a farm boy. The kid had a small glint of determination in his eyes. Something he liked.
"Hmph" He snorted. "So brat, where the heck are you headed anyway....."
He said dully, looking down upon the kid as if he were a fly buzzing around his face. However being six foot six made you look at almost everyone in this manner these days, it just couldn't be help by nature.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:27 pm
Terumi grunted when he was picked up. he was able to slide the case open enough to grab the top card out, but once he was set down, he looked at the man. "you got one hell of an attitude. and i would love to see you try." Terumi continued to watch the man. something was off. if this guy had this kind of temper, but he didn't follow through with this threat. but once he asked him a question. he glared at him "My name isn't brat. and as to where i am heading, its none of your concern." he told the person. His short stature became more apparent next to this man. but again, he didn't care. terumi liked his height. being talk had its advantages, but also its disadvantages. ((i agree with my post about height. im roughly the height posted and my friend is about 6 5. we were walking, and i still cant believe this, but he was making fun of me for being short. he wasn't paying attention and one of my door ways is really low, he wasn't paying attention and hit his head. and i walked past him without ducking at all and i laugh at him for being tall))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 4:31 pm
"I didn't ask you if it was my concern brat, and I didn't ask you what your name was. I simply demanded where you were headed. But seeing as you want to piss me off more than I already am, I think I'm just gonna get outta here why the air's still cool."
Raze said brushing past the kid. He had no time for games, especially with children these days. And his schedule was far too piled up to be beating some nameless kid to a pulp, because that's what the brat was to him...nameless. A person who's face he'd forget by the next day if lucky. His men were waiting back at Skull Island, and there were deposits he had to make from his last trip.
"Damn, looks like it wasn't here after all. Made this trip for nothing." He said squeezing his fists before turning his ship where it rested near the harbor. It was time to depart from this shiny little island that was filled with everything he hated.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 5:19 pm
Terumi glared at the man. "what ever....what i need isn't even on this island." that last part he said to himself as he walked away from the man. he needed to get to the library. but the reason he was here, was because terumi heard that this place was a fantastic place to be. he was now heading to the nearest source of transportation on the island
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:15 pm
For such a beutiful place a small group of people took away from it, they were near where the docks conncted into the civilisation, a small small with one eye wider than the other stood beside another taller man in a white suit, he looked like he was apart of the Yakuza, standing there with an emotionless expression, maybe a light level of rage. Two other simple thugs who worked as muscle sat down on the ground drinking alchohol and watching intently, they both fingered hidden guns within thier coats as they watched the creepy looking Merchant at work.
"Think, all of you property would be protected as if you had your own small militia at a fraction of the cost." He pointed a finger at Nanami who barely even payed attention "He" just stood thier starring at the glowing crystals, Nanamis hands were cuffed infront of him, however useless that was. The merchant continued "He is strong, fast and reliable. He is self sufficient and no to costly, pay for three tickets off the Island and twice the amount in Cash and he is your, however don't forget this deal cant go all day, if your not interested we can move on to a different location, but you would be missing out on a real prized posession." at this point a sailor walked up to them and eyed Nanami for a second "He may be tall but he doesn't look to built. What use is he really?How is this guy useful? This guy looks pretty whimpy I bet I could kick his a**!" The man declared, he might have been slightly intoxicated, but still what he said was true if you based things off of appearances.
The merchant smiled "So would you be willing to make a wager? lets say an arm wrestleing contest to see how strong my..uh friend here is." The merchant said getting unervingly close to the sailor and touching his arm quickly being pushed off. "Don't tocuh me!" The man said looking at the merchent, he then nodded "I'll wager all the money I have on me this guys weak, think you can match it? selling your friends says you probably can't afford it." The sailor said cockily as the Merchants grin split into a very wide one and he nodded "I suspect we can afford it."
After a couple minutes several small wooden boxe's had been place on the ground and the sailor sat on one, Nanami sat on his but it crippled under his weight, people assuming it might be a fluke had Nanami kneel and take the position as the tall mobster lookin man gently heald onto the sailors hand as the Merchent explained the rules to him, Nanami looked back to the saillor when the rules were understood, the sailor grinned "Can't talk? bet your afraid of what'll happen to you when I win!" He man said as he braced his grip in Nanamis. Then it was time to start, the sailor pressed full force against Nanami who looked quite dull with his expression, suddenly the sailors eyes widened as Nanami slowly tightened his grip the mans hand bones immediatly begining to crush in on themselves as the sailors arm went limp and a loud cracking noise ended the arm wrestle.
The sailors arm was shattered, his fingers were mangled, his hands shape almost morphed by the grip, his forearm shattered and the little box they had used was shattered through. The sailor protested that cheating had happened but that didn't stop the merchant picking up the man money pouch and hiding infront of nanami from him as he would begind his calls "Cheap protectior, Self sufficient, Low cost." He would continue yelling as he paced around tugging on peoples sleeves to get thier attention.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:52 pm
death ax no jutsu Terumi was now lost in one of the towns on this island. "where the hell am I?" he said to himself, but his train of thought was broken when he heard a commotion. terumi's head turn to see that something had gone down and the word 'cheater' was thrown around. a bet of some sorts terumi thought to himself as he walked a little closer to see what actualy happened. A sailor was on the ground, his arm probobly impossible to heal. "damn, what the hell was able to do that?" he thought out load. Termui kept his case slightly open just incase something else were to happen ((short post...))
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