OOC: I just said, that Corathe's Skakdi were loyal. There are no spies in Corathe's court. Now, if they were just watching, that's fine Just telling you, so don't get any ideas
IC: Corathe, unaware of what Vazrudakann plans, sits in her throne, before a portal opens up. "Mhrakh." She murmurs.
"Lady Corathe." He mocks, bowing sarcastically.
"Why are you here?"
"I just thought you'd like to know our plans are on hold." He hisses sharply, as Corathe's eyes narrow. "EVERYBODY OUT!!" She screams, animating the ground to push everyone out, bar Mhrakh.
"Why are they on hold?"
"Attacks on the northern continent. My comrade to the south's meeting with his benefactors has been postponded. Likely chance of them being warlords. We don't need to draw attention to ourselves."
"Very well." She concedes. "Did you speak with our benefactor, and get the special beasts?"
"Yes. They are ready to be deployed at your command, Corathe. I also took the liberties of getting some, more.. Special, arrangements set up, just in case. Our lovely friend in the west has decided to fund you."
"Very excellent. Knowing the other Skakdi Warlords, I bet I will be in a war soon enough." She pauses, thinking.
"Mhrakh, set up Protocol: Alpha."
"It shall be done, Corathe."
The proper illusions are cast. Mhrakh disappears, biding Corathe farewell. Corathe smiles at the box she received, which began to rattle violently. "Oh yes, this will do nicely."
Mrqcm?
I have a reply posted Vazrudakann busts in, extends an olive branch, but threatens that if it is not taken: Corathe's kingdom will be annihilated... by the true power... of TEAMWORK!!!
I have a reply posted Vazrudakann busts in, extends an olive branch, but threatens that if it is not taken: Corathe's kingdom will be annihilated... by the true power... of TEAMWORK!!!
It hasn't been posted. Can you repost it, in a quote to the original one?
I have a reply posted Vazrudakann busts in, extends an olive branch, but threatens that if it is not taken: Corathe's kingdom will be annihilated... by the true power... of TEAMWORK!!!
It hasn't been posted. Can you repost it, in a quote to the original one?
It could be stuck in moderation. And I'm not gonna post it twice
OOC: I just said, that Corathe's Skakdi were loyal. There are no spies in Corathe's court. Now, if they were just watching, that's fine Just telling you, so don't get any ideas
IC: Corathe, unaware of what Vazrudakann plans, sits in her throne, before a portal opens up. "Mhrakh." She murmurs.
"Lady Corathe." He mocks, bowing sarcastically.
"Why are you here?"
"I just thought you'd like to know our plans are on hold." He hisses sharply, as Corathe's eyes narrow. "EVERYBODY OUT!!" She screams, animating the ground to push everyone out, bar Mhrakh.
"Why are they on hold?"
"Attacks on the northern continent. My comrade to the south's meeting with his benefactors has been postponded. Likely chance of them being warlords. We don't need to draw attention to ourselves."
"Very well." She concedes. "Did you speak with our benefactor, and get the special beasts?"
"Yes. They are ready to be deployed at your command, Corathe. I also took the liberties of getting some, more.. Special, arrangements set up, just in case. Our lovely friend in the west has decided to fund you."
"Very excellent. Knowing the other Skakdi Warlords, I bet I will be in a war soon enough." She pauses, thinking.
"Mhrakh, set up Protocol: Alpha."
"It shall be done, Corathe."
The proper illusions are cast. Mhrakh disappears, biding Corathe farewell. Corathe smiles at the box she received, which began to rattle violently. "Oh yes, this will do nicely."
Vazrudakann kicks down the door to Corathe's throne room.
"My spies tell me you've rallied your armies, making reference to some 'usurper' of your kingdom. Let me make one thing clear, witch: I am willing to stay amicable with your little herd of mindless beasts -- but if you so much as threaten the unity of my empire: we will end you. Is that perfectly clear?
He symbolically plants his war staff into the ground to reaffirm his position on the matter.
She smiles, a calculating, cold smile. "Why would I not rally them? An unknown variable, entering the fray? I would be a fool not to. And I am no fool." She snorts. "Yes. When I went on my quest, I left Airek to rule in my stead. He lost the throne to an usurper, who lost it to you. Where is that usurper?"
She smiles, getting up and off of her throne, walking towards Vazrudakann. She circles him. "Crystal. Vazrudakann, was it? Yes. You may have your little kingdom. That is your kingdom, and it always will be. Within your corridors, I would never question your rule.." She says with a smile.
"But, within these walls... Are my kingdom!" She hisses. "My empire.. My dominion.. You hold no authority in here, nor do I out there." She gestures to wherever Vazrudakann's throne castle is. "Perhaps we can strike an accord..?" She offers.
Vazrudakann kicks down the door to Corathe's throne room.
"My spies tell me you've rallied your armies, making reference to some 'usurper' of your kingdom. Let me make one thing clear, witch: I am willing to stay amicable with your little herd of mindless beasts -- but if you so much as threaten the unity of my empire: we will end you. Is that perfectly clear?
He symbolically plants his war staff into the ground to reaffirm his position on the matter.
She smiles, a calculating, cold smile. "Why would I not rally them? An unknown variable, entering the fray? I would be a fool not to. And I am no fool." She snorts. "Yes. When I went on my quest, I left Airek to rule in my stead. He lost the throne to an usurper, who lost it to you. Where is that usurper?"
She smiles, getting up and off of her throne, walking towards Vazrudakann. She circles him. "Crystal. Vazrudakann, was it? Yes. You may have your little kingdom. That is your kingdom, and it always will be. Within your corridors, I would never question your rule.." She says with a smile.
"But, within these walls... Are my kingdom!" She hisses. "My empire.. My dominion.. You hold no authority in here, nor do I out there." She gestures to wherever Vazrudakann's throne castle is. "Perhaps we can strike an accord..?" She offers.
Spies.. Would be destroyed immediately.
"The first blow, if it ever comes -- will be struck by you. And if it comes -- I will be ready for it. You have been warned."
Vazrudakann exits Corathe's domain without turning his back on her.
She smiles, a calculating, cold smile. "Why would I not rally them? An unknown variable, entering the fray? I would be a fool not to. And I am no fool." She snorts. "Yes. When I went on my quest, I left Airek to rule in my stead. He lost the throne to an usurper, who lost it to you. Where is that usurper?"
She smiles, getting up and off of her throne, walking towards Vazrudakann. She circles him. "Crystal. Vazrudakann, was it? Yes. You may have your little kingdom. That is your kingdom, and it always will be. Within your corridors, I would never question your rule.." She says with a smile.
"But, within these walls... Are my kingdom!" She hisses. "My empire.. My dominion.. You hold no authority in here, nor do I out there." She gestures to wherever Vazrudakann's throne castle is. "Perhaps we can strike an accord..?" She offers.
Spies.. Would be destroyed immediately.
"The first blow, if it ever comes -- will be struck by you. And if it comes -- I will be ready for it. You have been warned."
Vazrudakann exits Corathe's domain without turning his back on her.
Post by Rocketracer7235 on Apr 28, 2017 13:43:13 GMT
A skakdi in white and black armor searches for a blacksmith. Anyone with eyes can see why- the handle of his scythe is cut into three pieces, and the blade itself is twisted, bent, burnt, and half melted.
A skakdi in white and black armor searches for a blacksmith. Anyone with eyes can see why- the handle of his scythe is cut into three pieces, and the blade itself is twisted, bent, burnt, and half melted.
He comes across a giant fortress -- and it seems ridiculously well defended. Surely such a structure will have at least one craftsman working there -- assuming outsiders are allowed inside.
A skakdi in white and black armor searches for a blacksmith. Anyone with eyes can see why- the handle of his scythe is cut into three pieces, and the blade itself is twisted, bent, burnt, and half melted.
He comes across a giant fortress -- and it seems ridiculously well defended. Surely such a structure will have at least one craftsman working there -- assuming outsiders are allowed inside.
The skakdi approaches and knocks once on the door. The knock is heavy, and sounds loudly into the fortress. He turns his head toward the top of the walls and calls to whomever might listen. "Whose is this?"
He comes across a giant fortress -- and it seems ridiculously well defended. Surely such a structure will have at least one craftsman working there -- assuming outsiders are allowed inside.
The skakdi approaches and knocks once on the door. The knock is heavy, and sounds loudly into the fortress. He turns his head toward the top of the walls and calls to whomever might listen. "Whose is this?"
A Skakdi peers over the wall, and speaks
"This is the walled city of Vazrudakann. If you wish to enter, do so. If you wish for war, don't even try."
The skakdi approaches and knocks once on the door. The knock is heavy, and sounds loudly into the fortress. He turns his head toward the top of the walls and calls to whomever might listen. "Whose is this?"
A Skakdi peers over the wall, and speaks
"This is the walled city of Vazrudakann. If you wish to enter, do so. If you wish for war, don't even try."
The gates are opened.
Quantarix enters, irritated by the skakdi's apparent arrogance. He seeks someone who can get him new weaponry.
"This is the walled city of Vazrudakann. If you wish to enter, do so. If you wish for war, don't even try."
The gates are opened.
Quantarix enters, irritated by the skakdi's apparent arrogance. He seeks someone who can get him new weaponry.
Finding a blacksmith seems to be easy enough. There are two fe-Skakdi, in fact, using their element to quickly forge metal. Not everything seems to be a weapon, though.
Just telling you, so don't get any ideas
