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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 12:19 pm
Deep to the Far north lies the vast black desert. These are the lands of Demora. The descendants of Ara's armies lie here in these forsaken lands. Travel here is highly discouraged. These lands are filled with demon, and monsters. Though the most dangerous of all is the Bloodguard.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 11:46 am
Four months ago.
A crack of thunder followed by a blast of black light echos thoughout the waste lands. Ara looks around and frowns. Damn Anceints! Get trapped for a few thousand years and look! Home turns to hell! No matter there are none now to stop me. Ara shakes her head then spread her black featherd wings and head off deep into the Wastelands.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 12:04 pm
Ara soars though the air heading deeper and deeper into the wasteland guided by memory. Hour upon hour of endless flight over the barren blacksand desert she flies. Late into the day she finally lands near the ruins of a old castle. She grimaces as the scent of unwashed demons reaches her nose."Pathetic minons. Who gave them premisson to make camp at my fortress?"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 11:37 am
A deep laugh echos from Ara's right as five demons appears out of the shadows lustfully eyeing her up.
"Well well, what do we have here fell'ahs? Looks like a gift." Ara turns and glares at them with murder in her eyes.
"So you are to fools who dare take my castle huh?" The demons glance at each other confused. Soon the lead demon walks forward towards her, his metaillic boots echoing thoughout the stone castle.
"Look pretty, this is our place. Everything here belongs to us. Even you." The demon contuines walking toward her and reaches out to grab her on the arm. Ara quickly steps back. Her right arm thrust out faster than any of the demon's could react. Her finger punch though his shoddy iron armor digging their way deep into the slabs of muscles on his chest. Ara lifts the helpless demon up in the air as small streams of red hot blood trickle down her arm. He lips twist in a evil smile and she utters one word.
"Broug"
The word seems to echo thoughout the timeless fortress reverberating though the very bones of the living. The demon starts to shake then, what appears to dry up. His muslce shrivle and his skin becomes taunt. The smell of decay rides up on the wind. As the demon contines to change. Ara grins then tosses the skeleton away form her. The other demons stare wide eyed at her with the weapons shaking in their hands. Finally one gets up enough courage and charges. The demon raises up his black iron sword above his head as he bellows a war cry. Ara reaches out and touches him on the forehead with her index finger. The demon stops in his tracks. Ara grins even more darkly as the this demon starts to share the fate of his former leader. Ara looks up the three remaining demons and walks up to them. The grin still on her face.
"Now my severants be sweet and go tell the tribes that Ara has returned..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:21 am
Present Day
Ara paced back and forth on the soft red velevt capret infront of a larde obsidion throne. Gathered before her was a small squad of demons and two massive Bloodguard. She stop walking and turns her cold unfeeling eyes onto her soilders.
"You know the plan. Bring them back here, alive.
Use whatever force you feel best, but don't kill them or you answer to me."
The demons take a few steps back wide eyed. The last thing they wanted to upset was a Ash'a'Luna. Ara waits for a moment then growls.
"GO!!"
The demons turn and flee scambling over each other to get out of the room first. As they pass though the many hallways and courtyard os the great fortess they finally make their way outside by the main gate. They turn and look at each other. The same thought enters each one's mind. Failure meant death.
The demons turn and look towards the south, where their target laid, and move out across the vast black sand desert towards Durani and the Northern Forest.
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