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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:27 pm
The Primary path the get down from the Mountain of which the White Flame was built on. The path is covered mainly by some Small trees and a Gravel path to show you where to go. Amongst the time, It takes you about Half an Hour just walking down, This is why Many buy the Burask within the Market. Burask are faster than Horses, they travel the distance of a Two Day trip in an Hour.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:07 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern walked up the Rocky trail of the Mountain, examining his surroundings carefully to be sure that He could find any advantages if fighting at the area. Being an Assassin was a pretty interesting job for many, But there aren't many Assassins nowadays. Cashern had finally reached a balanced area of the gravely path, He saw a bench and a table there, Thinking they were quite convenient. Taking such a trip walking instead of climbing like usual was Longer than he expected, as He looked up at the sun quickly, Feeling the heat. He sat down on the Bench and Removed one of his Water Skins from his side. He downed about half of the Skin before finishing up. He placed it back on his Equipment belt shortly after. He decided he'd stay there and relax a bit, Afterall, He had traveled far from the Citadel to Here. He sighed, then looked at his Blades, securely fastened to the Belt.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:53 pm
The Automaton Automaton was in fact heading down that way. He seemed however to float down slowly from the rocks. Gently landing on each rock, even though he was wearing heavy armor. He emitted a deep blue aura when he stepped. Then when he reached the bench he only looked at Cashern. He waved to Cashern in a friendly manner, not knowing to many words in the common language.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:48 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern had Examined the walking man in Armor, He seemed almost as if He was a Golem, but Cashern felt something else.
When the Man took a step He Gave off some Blue Essence, That alone made him stand out from many of the other Men and Women in armor He's seen throughout his travels.
Cashern looked up to the sky shortly after, Because he had heard the sound of a Bird's wings flapping about. When He looked up, He saw his familiar little friend, Screech. Screech was an Albino Hawk, which is quite Commonly found within the Winter Climate or the Tundra. Cashern had smiled at Screech, as He landed right next to Cashern on the bench, instead of his Shoulder or Arm..
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:54 pm
The automaton looked at the bird. He lifted his claw, thinking that he could convince the bird to land on his claw. Slowly moving his hand towards the bird to gain it's trust. He only spoke. "Commmmmeeee." as he gradually reached for the bird.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:23 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern looked up as the Man-in-Armor lifted, What looked like to cashern, A Claw.
Screech merely examined the Man as he slowly moved his hand upwards. When He spoke, Cashern looked at screech, as The Hawk had hopped forward a little bit, Then he began to examine the man again. He spreaded his wings and flew towards the Man-in-Armor's Arm, Mainly so that he could examine the man in a Closer view.
Cashern smiled slightly, as Screech landed on The Automation's Hand.
"I suppose you like Birds, Effendi?" Cashern would say, in his Arabic-Like Tone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 8:29 pm
He stayed his arm. Looking to Cashern. He suppressed his energy so that Cashern would stop feeling his inhuman nature. "Yesssss" He said as he looked back to Screech. His voice was faint, and sometimes difficult to hear. His armor also barely moved, other than the claw that was being observed by the bird.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:49 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern could sense the change in The Automaton's Essence, as He looked towards Cashern.
Cashern knew that something was definitely interesting about this Walking suit of Armour. It seemed as if the suit itself was being controlled by the Aura within. Perhaps it's soul was imbued to the Armour? Cashern began to think, then remembered that he should start preparing to head to the Market Place.
Screech seemed to enjoy the company of The Automaton, And when Cashern stood up from the bench, Screech merely looked his way, then back.
"Tell me, What is your name, Effendi?" He'd ask, as he'd check to see how many Crests he had with him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:08 am
He lowered his claw to his side. His gaze now focused on Cashern. "Don't... Remmmemmmber." He whispered into the wind as he looked down the cliff. Then as if the armor was jolted with an idea. He slowly turned to face Cashern. He slowly and softly grasped his shoulder. "Trrrrussst."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:44 pm
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You two are supposed to be enemies due to the alliances in [i]Transcend[/i]. Or perhaps you only know of her reputation as this really blunt and aggressive player from OMEN. Your perception of her may be skewed by the rumors and for whatever reason, you desire not to get close to her. But on one fateful day, you encounter her trying to solo at [b]THE ETERNAL CHASM[/b] all by herself. She claims that she's doing "research" on the map and while she intended to go by herself, two heads are better than one. Together, you two make an extraordinary team to clear some of the lower levels and it's enough for her to contact you every now and then.
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Kat may be a Slytherin through and through, but there's a smidgen of her that roars out in defense for you. She doesn't exactly recall how you could've wormed into her defenses and make her feel this way. But if you're being hounded by the media or harassed by a stalking fan, Kat will fly to your defense with cutting words and all her intimidating horror of 5'5". "You're hopeless, do you know that?" She scoffs before crossing her arms and fixing you a glare that's half annoyed and half concerned. There is such a soft spot for you, damn it. "Get a new spine already, I can't always save you from this."
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You only knew Kat through her alternative account on [i]Glory[/i]. She never hopped onto the mic while doing raids and dungeons, opting to type in the chat box instead. You recognized her pro skill and talent and maybe suspected that she was Parallax_07, but you also saw her darkest time of readjustment. She struggled to be "kinder", to offer more constructive criticism, and not outright flame a random joining their ranks. It was undoing toxic measures after another, an endless pool of things to right. You could've been her psuedo-therapist or you were inadvertently her role model to become a better person. Regardless if you are on the same team or now enemies, Kat is deep down, forever indebted to you. She only expresses this with small in-game presents and the few awkward phone calls that expresses her gratitude.
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Recently, you and Kat got into an argument. It could've been something trivial or something so major that it really screwed up relationship. Even after a few days, the tension is thick and it begins to affect their team's morale. You're half in the mind to storm over to her room and talk it out, but somehow, Kat is one step ahead of you. In front of your room, she holds a worn lion hand puppet that starts to talk. "Heard you wanted to duke it out with the kitty-Kat. Not a wise move buddy, she's still pretty upset with you." Turns out Ekaterina's coping mechanism is using ventriloquism to express her suppressed feelings and emotions. Will you take up the offer through the puppet medium or brush it off in hopes the passage of time will help?
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The two of you couldn't be anymore different. She relies on summoning puppets via her tomes and you rely on a melee, CQC, or magical conduit for your class. In Transcend, there is an irksome gacha event of rolling weapons, something that Ekaterina scoffs at because she's always hated them. It's both a money sinker and because she has bad luck pulling. But the gacha is an opportunity to pull rare weapons that could potentially boost your class efficiency. In due time, the two of you realize you two have opposite luck. She gets all the random bows and spears while you just get a shitton of tomes. Under an unspoken agreement, the two of you exchange the weapons and have a pact to pull for each other. Even if you are enemies from other Teams.
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What was supposed to be a normal shopping spree that day turned out to be an expedition into the seedier parts of Shangri-La. You find yourself and Ekaterina in older neighborhoods that existed before the towering skyscrapers of the city, and there's this charm to it that you can't deny. Ekaterina tugs you along to explore the antique shops that dot the boulevard, peer into craftsmen shop where they still make handmade fireworks or tweaking silver, and blabbers how wonderfully preserved this place is. There's this glimmer of wonder in Ekaterina's eyes, probably the few times she's the most comfortable and laughing with you.
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There isn't a moment that Kat sits still. She's usually off scribbling down numbers or drawing looping arrows for map plans. And yet, that's not her peak stress level. One late night, you decide to take a late-night shower or use the toilet. Unfortunately, someone else is occupying the stall. It's Ekaterina wearing rubber gloves and a mask, and holding a plunger in one hand. She frowns at you and yanks down her mask to snap "This toilet is occupied! Don't come in until I say so. Understood?!" It's comical to say the least: the pristine Ekaterina crouching next the grottiest bowl in all of the HQ trying to clean her stress away.
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Kat is generally very composed and virtually unafraid of anything. But on the off chance that you and her are out in the open, the clouds begin to gather. There's a denseness in the air and you know it's about to rain. But Kat genuinely looks nervous. Her nervous ticks of nursing her drink constantly or keep her hands tight on her purse are tell-tale signs of her fear. And when thunder booms, she tenses up and babbles "Can we go home? Please?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:13 pm
He grasped his shoulder with his large claw. It hurt Cashern with his firm grip. "Accept... memories..." He whispered as if asking a question. The armor looked down at him. The spirits tension passing through it like it was ready for a challenge.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:09 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern would not emit a sound at all as the Walking Suit of Armor would Grip his Shoulder, but it did Begin to get rather painful."Err... Mind Letting go of my Shoulder, Effendi...?" Cashern would say, but as He'd turn around, He'd see the Armor looking down at him. He felt a strange presence coming from it.
Soon enough, He assumed he had the answer to the Question.. Or Statement... That the Suit of Armour had asked.
"I think We should call You... Iron Man? Don't worry, It's Temporary until we find out your Real name, Unless you have a Better name..?" Cashern would ask, as He'd check his Blades quickly, Feeling an Uneasy breeze through the area nearby.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:29 pm
"Remember... Me." He sent a pulse of energy into his body. Sending messages and images into his mind. He continue until he had finally fainted from his power.
Cashern soon awoke. He was a large man. Holding a hefty blade. It glowed with powerful and ancient magic. The runes on it were in a language, far older than any he could recognize. He stood up. Looking at the face of one of the most deadliest dragons to ever live. It had 5 heads like a hydra, 5 pairs of wings. It seemed to be larger than any building he had ever seen. Cashern fought with the dragon for what seemed like a long time. The sword had many properties. It seemed to protect him from the breaths of all 5 heads, and made cutting through the scales easy. His skills in combat were immense, it felt like the wind was on his feet, and his hands firm as stone. Cashern had suffered a very crushing blow from the tail of the dragon. Cashern retaliated with DragonBane against the dragons belly. Cutting it open like it was just a pig. The dragon landed on him, and he found himself crawling out of the beast. He finally made it out on top of the dragon. Cashern stood up on top of the main dragons head. His men cheered to him.
He heard a familiar voice behind him. "General Tao! You made it out alive I see!" Cashern turned, holding his ribs. He answered back to the faded out man. Dropping his sword. To this man, Cashern felt trust and respect for. "So you come to rescue me have you Admiral..." He felt a blade run through his chest... Looking down, the faded figure had stabbed Cashern with his dagger. Cashern fell on backwards onto the corpse of the beast. The figure stepped forward over him. Pointing a hand crossbow at him. "Sorry old friend, but I have business to attend to." Cashern had a sense of betrayal. He grasped the hilt of his blade. Only for him to take a shot to the eye.
After the bolt... the world seemed to fade... Crumbling as he reached out to the traitor...
Then Cashern regained consciousness...
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:41 pm
- Cashern Servocrier -
The Red Sand Cashern would randomly Spring back to life after the Whole Or-deal that he had Just experienced. He thought for a minute about everything that had happened.
That Hydra... It Looked Very Familiar... I cannot say why, but It did... I should get back to the important part for now though... Cashern would look at the Walking suit of Armor now.
"I see... You must be General Tao then..." He'd then grunt in irritation.
"I wonder who that Traitor is... But I suppose he's dead by now.. The one thing that I still question is.. What was that Sword about and Why are you in that Suit of Armor...
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:57 pm
"Sword... Dragon Killer... Lost." He then pointed at self. "Armor..." Pulling off the helmet through the eye sockets. "Shell. Help. Protect." Behind the helmet was the ghostly visage of General Tao. He looked tough, yet scars of many battles and his betrayal marked him. Putting the helmet back on.
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