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Cutting Out A Piece Of The Pie

With the escalation of hostilities between Etzos and Rhakros, a series of small walled towns is being established as a network of early warnings and defenses against Rhakros' reprisals. Only the very bravest and most formidable of characters should risk themselves on the Witches' Wilds frontier.

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Postby Noth » Sun Feb 11, 2018 7:39 pm

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The Avriel had killed so many in his tenure as the Prince of Eternal Mercies. He had seen more blood spill out upon the ground than could possibly be recalled, had observed the crimson hues the same tint as his eyes leaking into cobbled stone and green grass. At the end of the trial, one more person would not make a dent in the proverbial graveyard, no matter whether they were the leader of a rival group, or simply another innocent pedestrian who had been squashed underfoot to feed the ambition and desire of the twilight hybrid and his band of gallivanting scum.

His attack was successful once more; the maneuver had been used several times in many different circumstances, and he had yet to see it fail. Humans and their fellow races who did not possess the winged appendages of the Avriel typically discounted them as if though they were worthless, because they could not possibly understand the value of such limbs. The fact that he possessed only a single wing certainly helped to intensify such feelings of worthlessness, and that in turn led his opponents not to gauge properly the ability it granted to him.

He mounted atop the downed knight, feeling him struggle underneath him, wriggling and writhing like some entrapped animal, desperate in his flailing. There was a glint of a knife, a sudden stabbing movement, and he twisted his head askance to avoid the attempts at jamming the blade into his monstrous eyes through the slit of his armet. He felt the briefest flickers of pressure as it stabbed worthlessly against the surrounding pieces of his armor, but he paid it little mind.

Noth dared not glare directly down at his enemy lest he receive the dagger through his armet, but he could feel him wriggle, and knew exactly where his center mass lay. With a practiced and steady hand, he raised up his mace to the sky, blotting out the sun with it for a mere trill before bringing it down with savage ferocity towards the collar bone of his enemy, fully intending to shatter the offending chunk of marrow through the armor of his foe.

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"The tyrant confuses those he can't convince, corrupts those he can't confuse, and crushes those he can't corrupt." - Anonymous
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Postby Gangui » Sun Feb 11, 2018 9:03 pm

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Gangui's struggle with tyranny was becoming far too real now. He tried to reclaim his liberty by stabbing. Easily dodged by the monster, the puny blade skittering off steely helm.

Changing tactics, he tried to wiggle out from under it to no avail. He needed to escape the demon's grasp if he was to survive.

As in all battles, time progressed tremendously quick. He stared as the adamantium mace was raised directly over his head. The disguised devil brought down all his hate and malice into the strike. It was an emotion that came directly from the nightmare realms in Emea and pierced the bones of all the men around.

Hatred was real in this moment. It was the exact opposite of love. Though an infantile observation, Gangui understood this as a matter of fact now.

The hammer of destiny down upon him. That which was created from adamantium was judging his fate today, just as Faldrun's blade had judged his father father. Instinct now overtook him, taking a stand against destiny. With a flurry of righteous emotion, he sparked the human spirit to survive countless odds deep within.

"Hiyaaaah!" he dodged the strike narrowly, as the adamantium skidded across the steel brim of his helm causing a flurry of sparks.

Time to actually fight back.

Flipping over on his stomach, the warrior frantically trashed about as he crawled on all fours away from the monster's vile grip.

No one will stop me! Not even tyranny itself. He would escape the death grip even if it was the last thing he did in his short brutal life.
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Postby Noth » Tue Feb 13, 2018 11:41 am

The twilight hybrid was always terribly frustrated by the fact that people never considered the future. Gangui thought only of the here and now, the present, the things that he had done to caravans and corpses, the falsified atrocities that he had supposedly committed. He never considered the future, saw the bigger picture, the corruption, that the implicit trust being placed in a flawed system would only bring about future ruin. He, like many, did not perceive the only ways to save the world, the only way that there would ever be peace upon Idalos.

No matter. As with all others in the past who had defied him, this one too would be crushed underfoot. The hybrid grappled and wrestled upon the ground with the warrior as he struggled to avoid the mace blows hammering down near him, the shrieking sound of metal becoming all too familiar as weapons made glancing blows upon armor, not managing to wound their owners, but hinting at a future where such an outcome was likely to occur.

The man repositioned himself underneath him, using his superior positioning to begin to crawl out from under his grasp, and the hybrid relinquished his relatively inferior straddle to arise upon his feet more rapidly. He pounced forward, like a wolf to a wounded calf struggling against the ground to arise to its feet.

He would deny it that privilege.

The Prince of Eternal Mercies moved swiftly forward, standing over the crawling man before raising a talon and bringing it roughly down towards the head of the warrior, fully intent on smashing him into the ground with the sharp appendage.

After all, crushing underfoot was what tyrants did best.
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Postby Gangui » Tue Feb 13, 2018 8:22 pm


Disgusting talons stomped on Gangui's helm, forcing his face into the mud.

The biggest mistake that any tyrant could make was to smoother the freedom of a patriot. Stealing liberty from an Etzori man was the worst possible option in an emancipated society. Without the ability for free Etzori men to prosper in their work, they would revert back to the ways of the Immortals and lose hundreds of years of progress.

Gangui felt the mud seep into every corner of his face, even into his mouth. He was suffocating.

Hell had indeed arrived just as he had predicted. Everything Etzos had become was entirely a result from the failures of patriots. Their complacency, a symptom to the unseen pain that was Immortal mind control. Their lax immigration policy, the result of backwards logic of sneaking tyrants. Etzori freedom was nearly stamped out.

Every fiber of his being immediately fought back.

Morgan Pahrn once said, that the tree of liberty would need to be watered from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It had been far too long, since the people actually understood these words. Even the intellectual reasoning for this was lost by the Etzori. It would have to fall onto the hands of emotional struggle and outburst to remind them all.

“Get off of me!” The words inaudible as Gangui munched on dirt.

The slumbering spirit of human liberty finally began to wake up. Slow at first, soft and silent, but eventually it would be heard by all those who had ruined the country for the good people.

The Sons of Justice leader thrashed and pushed with all his might. An attempt to free himself from the subjugation that was the deadly talon of the tyrant; a plan to bound ahead and regain a combative position on the dueling field.
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Postby Noth » Wed Feb 14, 2018 5:37 pm

There was admittedly something poetic about forcing the warrior into the dirt, of grinding his head directly into the mud underneath his vicious talons, of listening to him as he struggled against it. In the mind of the hybrid, he was moving not altogether dissimilarly from a worm, and perhaps that was the most suitable analogy for the man in the end.

He was a worm, a scavenger, or perhaps even a parasite of a system that allowed his existence. For all of his righteous indignation, and all of the speeches that he so proudly declared, there was little doubt in the Avriel’s mind that the man was either playing the system, or else entirely delusional to the point where he was little more than a puppet for his masters in the Citadel. There was no other logical reason for the intense hatred that he seemed to direct towards the Avriel, a being who he had worked with in the past, and whose encounters had altogether held a relatively mediocre tone; not altogether good, certainly, but not so dreadful that they warranted his accusations either.

All of the freedom that the Etzori so proudly proclaimed in defiance of the Immortals had been squandered. All of the systems and bureaucratic institutions which had been put in place to facilitate the creation of an upright state had instead been integral in transforming what had been an idealistic society into a camp of robbers, each one stealing from one another whether by force, or by the simple stroke of a pen upon an accounting receipt.

They didn’t need more freedom. They needed direction, a leader, a firm voice to guide them, one that would lead them away from their self-inflicted wounds and into a brighter tomorrow. Sure, some would call it oppressive, but that was because it would trample upon their misdeeds, and put an end to their flagrant defiance of societal responsibility.

It would be tyranny, no doubt, but it would be better. After all, a cart is most free when it is upon a cobbled path.

There was a grumbling noise from underneath as Gangui began to hoist himself up against the talon of the Avriel, and the bird-like monster was forced to remove his leg for fear of ending up upon the ground himself. He pulled away for an instant, observing as the righteous and vindictive warrior arose to his feet.

“What do you hope to accomplish with this defiance?” He growled with a voice that ran with murderous intent before leaping forward with his mace once more, bashing at his side with the weapon around where his upper ribs would be located, upon the left side.
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