Battle Of The Pointy Black End
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AmbiBambi
The Star Reacher
Lidia Santorski
Deep inside a crevice, inside a sub-consciousness there is a clock. It is always ticking and never halting. It reminds those of the time and the place. Reminding always of the days when they had once been strong and called injury upon their victims through words and physical stress or maybe times of happiness and joy instead of the pain of yesterday. It kept reminding few persons, seemingly always annoyingly persistent as it counted even the little things to pick up and bring back later in a reminiscence of deja vu. Like a dog it was, there at the feet, looking up at them for food. Or, it could have been like a special day nearing that was bringing nothing good. Lidia Santorski sat in front of a cage as the smell of mint crept through the folds of her brain. Her head tilted oddly at the three pigeons inside, blinking at them. She watched them flutter and pick at their feathers with their beaks. Her hands reached for the latch on the cage. The rain dripped down on her window as she gently cooed one from it's perch. Lidia looked out towards the window. Her gloves shifted under the weight of her new acquaintance and her index finger rose to lightly settle her. With a small movement of parchment on her desk, she collected a wrapped mint candy that was then attached to the foot of the pigeon and a small piece of parchment on the side. Her eyes skimmed over the bindings and with a gentle click of the latch on her window, she let the bird fly towards the prison in hopes of not being shot down. Quickly after, she closed the window. Her shoes clicking against the floor as her hands closed the cage and collected the pigeons. Everything was uncertain, should she sit still and wait for liberation of the Ailor men? A few shifts of blankets and the cage was covered, her cloak pulled upon her head, and feet gliding out the door. The brightness of the sun sent a shock into her eyes, leaving her mind awake.
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Shhhhhh this never happened
Also in my defense I was using my phone so auto correct an stuff.
Tra_kad
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It's better than Basskett.
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Cruallassar
The shadow of power
Cruallassar was already making their occupation miserable. Or at least he would have been if I could get online...
I guess you can say
It was
A solar eclipse
Down with Qadir amirite.
*shot*
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A red-coated figure would clench his stomach through use of his silk-gloved right hand as he used his left for support. The silhouette removes the glove from his left hand, his head over the deep ocean waters just a few meters from the tides as his center finger extends- the other fingers in that hand closing into a fist- in attempts to pass the action of shoving the mentioned finger down his throat.
Experiencing a broad and harsh amount of uncomfortable nausea, the man who reeked of opium and wormwood vomited a wide amount of blood, wine, and lamb legs. It was true, then, that The Qadir Pashwa is withdrawing their troops. Though he did know they had taken over The Crown Jewel in the first place, as news quickly traveled to the Sun Isles, he thought it would be at least a couple of days until the Qadir had debated whether or whether not they were going to militarily abandon the holy city.
Experiencing a broad and harsh amount of uncomfortable nausea, the man who reeked of opium and wormwood vomited a wide amount of blood, wine, and lamb legs. It was true, then, that The Qadir Pashwa is withdrawing their troops. Though he did know they had taken over The Crown Jewel in the first place, as news quickly traveled to the Sun Isles, he thought it would be at least a couple of days until the Qadir had debated whether or whether not they were going to militarily abandon the holy city.
The light weight of the ship had granted a quicker travel time, not to mention the use of a hired wind mage. However, it did take two days for the news to arrive to his many ears at "El Puerto Azul". At least, it would take him two days for his arrival in Regalia- should passage even be permitted and another blockade not yet placed.
"You've dropped your trumpet, SeƱor MartĆnez", a voice could be heard- the wind has stopped blowing. As the new figure approaches him, it picks up the trumpet. The clanking of a metal object was made audible to Lorenzo, despite the wind mage being much closer and him not noticing. "No, Ā”dejala tranquila!"
Lorenzo sighed; that was close.
"ĀæPorque no sigues soplando nuestros vientos?"
"Mis disculpas."
Lorenzo waved him off, a stiff nod granted.
Oh, if only finding his brother was such a simple task. Much plotting was to be done, and he didn't care if he had to drag Santiago away from Regalia to do it.
"You've dropped your trumpet, SeƱor MartĆnez", a voice could be heard- the wind has stopped blowing. As the new figure approaches him, it picks up the trumpet. The clanking of a metal object was made audible to Lorenzo, despite the wind mage being much closer and him not noticing. "No, Ā”dejala tranquila!"
Lorenzo sighed; that was close.
"ĀæPorque no sigues soplando nuestros vientos?"
"Mis disculpas."
Lorenzo waved him off, a stiff nod granted.
Oh, if only finding his brother was such a simple task. Much plotting was to be done, and he didn't care if he had to drag Santiago away from Regalia to do it.
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Things were tense, people were brought into the clinic for injuries from break-ins and conflicts in the street. There were knife wounds, slashes from slave owners, burn victims, magical assault victims with chard flesh- the smell- oh Estel help her the smell!
The healer was pushed to her limit, even with the hired help around her! Though she was sure had they not been there- her physical state would have been much worse.
Exasperated- the lothar stood at the door of the hospital. She brandished a broomstick like a javelin, swinging it back and forth at the ruffians who came to their door to steal opium for the 3rd time!
"Not today you hear me!! Out out out out!!!"
The healer was pushed to her limit, even with the hired help around her! Though she was sure had they not been there- her physical state would have been much worse.
Exasperated- the lothar stood at the door of the hospital. She brandished a broomstick like a javelin, swinging it back and forth at the ruffians who came to their door to steal opium for the 3rd time!
"Not today you hear me!! Out out out out!!!"
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Why the mighty Qadir army would ever fight the Regalians in a location within ship cannon range is beyond me... They should've feigned retreat and lured the Regalian army further inland where they could be crushed by the mighty armies hiding in the desert sands! That being said, the fleet sounded amazing! Go Dwarven technology and great vessels of steel and coal!
Nasser rushed around his house, grabbing valuables and clothes. He quickly threw on his uniform and sheathed his sword. He had just been called to return to Faradeen. Before leaving, a few of his 'brothers' suggested looting some houses before fleeing home. He would join them with a single sack before rushing towards the docks.
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Belthon rushed down to the set meeting place in the sewers, with him was his old friend Fei Jao. They arrived arms full of blankets and sheets. Belthon quickly found a spot to place them before scrambling towards Chen Fong, curious as to what their next move was, "Ch-Chen, have you r-read the paper? W-will we do anything?"
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Please, let the Elves get in on this... Maybe they could assist the Qadir 'cause the Ailor are kinda being jerks?
both those races are slavers! That's not good!
Aruna had heard through gosip and witnissing Qadir carrying bags out of houses that the Muddies were raiding houses. The stout, freed Dakkar of golden color rushed away on her short legs to the house in a hurry to begin moving her food pile consisting of mushrooms, gemstones, and gold to The Hoard. E'ami helped carry some too, but being 2'6" wasn't helping her carry gold and 'food.'
Exactly!
Phon_Senajan
Out there ON the sun
Roxanne was at the library when the news came in, she looked out the window at some qadir looting the nearby houses but she did nothing, couldn't act out just yet. She waits and see how her cousin's plan would act out, and when.
Gustav and his friends were piss drunk when the qadir broke down their workshop's door. The shambling group of drunk oprichna immediately clashed with the invaders, arming themselves with weapons hidden under the piles of apparent junk. The front door was re-blocked again in alarming speed and the workshop turned into a mini slaughterhouse, the corpses of the qadir were hidden under their floorboards and disposed into the sea in the poor district by night. Such is life in Regalia.
Gussen dropped a girder of metal behind his door as he saw the chaos in the streets, all of his blockades would take a direct explosion to disable and he had no problem, welp. Let's go back to trying to invent that apparatus. If they try he'll have his bronze sword and shield in ready anyway.
Ramirez gleefully joined the brawl, injuring the fellow brownskins left and right with a knife under the guise of fighting over the loots. She went around the city searching for the chaotic scenes and slashed away in the group. She managed to procure some loot before returning them to the rightful owners afterwards, stating that she is well on Regalia's side. Finally this city is less boring.
Mariana hid in the park watching all the scuffles going on around her, she eyed the clinic for a bit and spotting Lithiel barring people from going inside the clinic. But she didn't move, she was too scared. She waited until nightfall and retreated into the waterfall cave where she usually hides, another miserable day as a vampire.
Teresa shook her head as her husband asked. She wanted to remain out of conflict for the time being, but she still keeps on sending minor supplies to aid in the war effort. She still could help after all.
Gustav and his friends were piss drunk when the qadir broke down their workshop's door. The shambling group of drunk oprichna immediately clashed with the invaders, arming themselves with weapons hidden under the piles of apparent junk. The front door was re-blocked again in alarming speed and the workshop turned into a mini slaughterhouse, the corpses of the qadir were hidden under their floorboards and disposed into the sea in the poor district by night. Such is life in Regalia.
Gussen dropped a girder of metal behind his door as he saw the chaos in the streets, all of his blockades would take a direct explosion to disable and he had no problem, welp. Let's go back to trying to invent that apparatus. If they try he'll have his bronze sword and shield in ready anyway.
Ramirez gleefully joined the brawl, injuring the fellow brownskins left and right with a knife under the guise of fighting over the loots. She went around the city searching for the chaotic scenes and slashed away in the group. She managed to procure some loot before returning them to the rightful owners afterwards, stating that she is well on Regalia's side. Finally this city is less boring.
Mariana hid in the park watching all the scuffles going on around her, she eyed the clinic for a bit and spotting Lithiel barring people from going inside the clinic. But she didn't move, she was too scared. She waited until nightfall and retreated into the waterfall cave where she usually hides, another miserable day as a vampire.
Teresa shook her head as her husband asked. She wanted to remain out of conflict for the time being, but she still keeps on sending minor supplies to aid in the war effort. She still could help after all.
Things were happening now. Allen darted through the streets, morningstar in 'his' bag (in case the Qadir decided to crack down on 'him' for having a weapon in a public place, not that they didn't). 'He' skirted most conflicts, successfully avoiding getting hurt. Finally, Allen reached the area simply labelled the 'Training Ground'. There were few places in Regalia the Ailor knew better than the Training Ground. The bag holding the morningstar as well as several horrifying drawings was slung carefully into a corner where Allen would be able to reach it before any violent Qadir. Then, careful and cautious, ever ready for the 'sunnies' to vent their anger, although most of them were running around in more populous places, such as probably the tavern, the Ailor began to exercise and draw.
Thanks almost entirely to her more air-proof gills, the Maiar was sitting in the second floor of the library, reading to the best of her ability, when a small bunch of angry Qadir climbed the stairs. Kai-lani didn't have enough time to put the book back on the shelf, so she scarpered down the other staircase carrying the book, hurrying to get to the water. She realised she was still carrying the book, a mid-sized tome on the races of Aloria, just as she leapt from the sides of the poor district into the ocean. Oops.
Five hours later, a waterlogged book could be found lying on the floor of the library entrance room.
Five hours later, a waterlogged book could be found lying on the floor of the library entrance room.
Also, in her swimming around, Kai-lani found quite a few dead bodies, some Qadir, some not, most unrecognizable and disgusting, in various places. Such was the side effect of the brutal brawls scattered about the city.
Ever since the brown colored human people with the sun and the slaves arrived, A'mika felt that they sort of hated her. Words like 'rodint' and 'vurmin' that she dimly remembered hearing once before had been spat bitterly at her, and now things were getting worse. Everything hurt from a small bunch of the brown colored human people with large, heavy sticks, who had attacked her viciously out of what seemed to be anger. Having escaped the Crelin back in Eroki, A'mika had little experience in these situations and ran for her tiny Q'urebo life. Something was going badly, and the M'tyaka didn't like it. Yet. She hid in the park to get away from the brown colored human people.
ZehGhost
Oh really? Indeed.
Very well written, Cant wait for more 
