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Post by Aper on Jan 12, 2011 1:36:02 GMT -5
A powerful crimson light covered the horizon of the black desert dunes of the Attilian continent before being engulfed by the shadow of night. Away from civilization and away from life, it wasn’t long before a spectacle of equally beautiful proportions appeared in the sky in the form of millions upon millions of stars – the celestial lights bouncing off the jet sand, illuminating the barren lands like a sea of crystal. Few but the inhabitants of the desert were ever privy to such beauty, and fewer still ever witnessed how some caves of the desert were lit with a feeble luminescence of their own. Such was the secret splendor of the dune sea – the jewel amongst a continent torn by war.
Far away from even the most remote tribes of the Sandfiends, one cavern in particular was different than the rest. Legends told of a place similar to the glass desert of Néwà – a sanctuary bearing resemblance only to myths and legends; the resting place of the Arashi. The wasteland and the Sandfiends had always kept any intruder from venturing far enough to find this place albeit many knew of it’s existence – for it shone like a blue flame among the shinning veil of the nightly desert sand. Piercing the darkness like a blade, the entrance remained concealed at the base of a solitary dune amidst others. A narrow corridor leading deep down within the bowels of the earth, there the jet-black sand soon turned transparent until it finally became nothing but glass. Eventually the path became less natural and more ornate, with traces of craftsmanship obvious along the trail leading into a great hall. Stars glistened across every surface of the temple, creating a dream-like haze. The hypnotic mirage was so spectacular, in fact, that none could immediately notice the lone shadowy figure sitting at the center of it all, cross-legged on a shadowy pedestal.
There, detached from the rest of the world, Aper awaited his master. Awaited Inanis.
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 13, 2011 20:19:16 GMT -5
Echo of foot steps from before the abomination, the cloaked figure, shadowed by the darkness as well. Everything around him was cold and demanding. The air became very stale and stagnant where each step he took blackened further as the material decayed. And the foot steps stopped. The figure looked down upon the abomination.
"Mi capisce?" said the figure in a tongue that didn't exist within this realm. The carnage left behind by this figure recently was equal to none, nearly killing the Ajerian second, nearly killing the Legion of the Damned leader, nearly killing off both leaders of the Ajerians and Abyss. Today was an eventful day, and all three sides suffered losses.
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Post by Aper on Jan 13, 2011 21:17:36 GMT -5
For every step the being took towards the heart of the cave the light dissipated. Slowly, the darkness engulfed every parcel of the sanctuary until finally it made its way even to the sitting statue at the heart of the mythical shrine. Nothing but the cold pitch of darkness lingered within…
‘‘Inanis.’’ Spoke a disembodied voice, it’s harsh whisper reverberating against every surface of the cave.
The figure opened its eyes, revealing two bright sapphire stars. Blue flames began to surround the sentinel as it rose to its full height – illuminating the room in a dim azure hue before the flames spread to every corner of the temple, restoring all of it’s splendor once again. The statuesque figure approached the visitor with a quietly ceremonious grace before stopping only a few feet away from him. There was a moment where the two simply lingered there, looking at each other in silence until the sentinel dropped to a knee and bowed its head at it’s master.
‘‘E 'tempo di scatenare l'Arashi?’’
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 13, 2011 22:02:58 GMT -5
"Certo," replied the figure but he stopped short and peered onto the abomination, "agnosco," muttered Inanis allowing his mind eye to visit that of the Arashi. Displaying the abyss, their leader, the change of command, the fall of Be'lakor, the rise of Amon, the Ajerian Cyris, the escape of Alex, even the close encounter to the Damned leadership. This was forcefully thrust into Aper's head violently with Inanis's hand pressed hard against his skull.
"Slave," he simply said when his hand pulled free, "I want you to understand. You are being unleashed upon this world. The Anima no longer sees with his eyes, as he has been blinded by the negative. Do you understand?"
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Post by Aper on Jan 17, 2011 2:56:13 GMT -5
The warrior felt his master’s eyes on him, and remained respectfully bowed as he approached. There was an almost imperceptible moment of quiet reverence until Inanis finally laid his hand on the Arashi’s head. An explosion of thoughts and images rushed through Aper’s mind like an erupting volcano – every event since his master had last performed this feat on him. It almost seemed an entirely new eternity penetrated every fiber of his core… and yet the light behind Inanis had faded in this instant. His master’s unforgiving power was not something that could forgive – let alone be dismissed, and yet the brilliance on Aper’s half of the room had instead remained as bright as ever.
He understood everything now.
‘‘The Arashi will perform as commanded.’’ He responded at length in a growling whisper, before raising his gaze to meet that of Inanis. A blue flame moved between the two sapphire orbs as the voiceless echo of Aper’s words reverberated against the cave’s walls. ‘‘Dire il nome del sangue che deve prima tatto mie lame.’’
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 20, 2011 17:47:15 GMT -5
"Bleiben Sie Ihre Blades für den Augenblick," rebound Inanis in a harsher tone. Inanis pumped a new image into the skull of Aper, this one was of a woman. History from the seventh realm ran through the Arashi now about this woman. The newest scene came into Apers mind, she was within this realm now seconding the Abyss from the side lines.
"Elle s'appelle Adena Fermontè, in another life. She is of the seventh realm and doesn't belong here. She's currently within this desert heading to Fallon Square. Where the Paladins will be deceived by her holy wings. Approach this situation with your better judgment."
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Post by Aper on Jan 24, 2011 22:52:37 GMT -5
‘‘Adena…’’ He slowly repeated; the echo humming a foreboding note in the crystal walls surrounding them as though the very mention of the name bore an ill omen.
The Arashi stood silent for a long moment as he contemplated Inanis’ words: For the first time in all of their shared history, his master had requested for him to stay his blade against a Negative – purposefully swayed from his usual line of command. The simple notion rushed through Aper’s mind as vividly as the visions; another purpose moved his master... Something he never had the chance to contemplate until now.
‘‘Le fait meme qu’elle existe dans cet univers met Argil en péril…’’ He stated matter-of-factly, before rising to his full height. For agonizingly long moments, blue stars gazed into Inanis’ empty stare. Eventually the warrior’s voice rose ‘‘Waarom haar niet vermoord?’’
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Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 25, 2011 15:43:50 GMT -5
"Töten sie, wenn sie wünschen," said Inanis abruptly. A smirk crossed his face, "But not until you've brought her before me. I wish to question her, I want to know how she survived the, Abaddon." Inanis lowered his smirk to the usual blank face. His scarred lips and withered hands. "There is un other thing. Unus notus ut Cyris, Ille leads the Ajerians. Elle is to be executed as well.
"Focus first, on Adena Fermontè. Do you understand?"
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Post by Aper on Jan 26, 2011 12:26:07 GMT -5
The shadows slithered around the warrior following Inanis’ words; making the azure lights dance in chaotic unison within the room. Respectfully, Aper bowed his head at his master, resting his hands on the hilt of his blades – the command could not have been any clearer.
‘‘Voluntas tua, Arashi manus.’’ He ceremoniously replied in a whisper.
Aper’s gaze darted forward. Unhesitant and focused, he began a steady march, walking pass his master and into the shadows until he disappeared, only leaving the sound of his footsteps as sole indication of his presence. Gradually the dim aura that illuminated the surfaces of the sanctuary began to fall prey to the darkness once again. Like a burning candle, grew brighter before the end…
‘‘It will be done.’’
And everything fell into obscurity.
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