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Post by DC on Sept 14, 2014 20:59:01 GMT -5
"Martial Law"
Introduction Adepts of whatever schools they have just graduated from, those that have completed one weapon and one magic, typically move on to live in whichever country they are most drawn to, where they will typically spend the rest of their lives; that is the norm of Kalg'rai. This means that after graduating from a weapon and a magic school, most friendships are broken up by distance, very rarely allowing them to continue unless they travel to the country of their choice together. This is the norm of Kalg'rai. The main method of transportation to the other countries is the MagiTech train, since it is faster and will allow for the new Adepts to quickly start establishing their lives in their new homes.
This is the norm of Kalg'rai.
But the norm has eluded the latest batch of freshly-graduated Adepts.
Kendall has begun a new ritual, to which none are yet aware of. Divination Adepts, for some reason, are unable to trace Kendall's intent, what he is doing, or where he is. While it is normally almost impossible to figure anything out, now, even whatever he does eludes the Divination Adepts, leaving people to only find out what he's done after the fact via their own two eyes or by rumor. Rumor has it, he's gathering up people like cattle to be slaughtered for some terrific event. This time, for the graduating Adepts, there will be no going to their country of choice, as Sh'rutal seals off its entrances, closes down its MagiTech trains, and ramps up security. They intend on stopping Kendall before he can accomplish whatever dark feat he is on the verge of completing. But it will not be enough.
Not satisfied with how the government of Sh'rutal handles things, a group of Adepts will come together, by choice or not, and seek to put an end to Kendall so they can move out of Sh'rutal, if they desire, as well as just allow the Martial Law to be lifted. Fueled by either anger, fear, or even just a chance for fame, the Adepts are possibly the best bet to accomplish this... but there is a catch.
Any caught in the affairs of Kendall or "intruding the Government's work" are frowned upon and subject to attack from the militia, meaning these Adepts must do this without alerting everyone to their efforts, or it will all be in vain. That is not to say those of the Sh'rutal Underground will not help, however, it is impossible to tell just who is a part of this secret "society" within Sh'rutal, meaning talking openly about it is likely to get these Adepts into trouble and possibly killed.
Prerequisites There are no prerequisites applicable to this story excluding that you have posted your character that you will be using in the Character Sheets subcategory beforehand. If you are interested in participating in this story (which is recommended, just so you can see how about to do a story here, but is not mandatory. You can just read it as it unfolds, if you desire) I ask that you message me with a link to the character that you will be using and a verification that yes, you are indeed interested.
Posting Order: - Ferox Mulier
- Brad
- Zeik
- Ella
- Alkyone Karik
- Oratus Sermus
- Tsrusin
- Tyen Peremy
- Rehynn Saarlith
- Aenterial
If you miss your turn to post, there is no "make up". You must wait for your turn to come around again, otherwise your post will be deleted. |
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Ferox Mulier
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Marianne~
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Post by Ferox Mulier on Sept 17, 2014 1:46:07 GMT -5
The sound of metal shifting and clinking against itself was heard quietly as the armor of a woman moved along with her, tense walk causing the distinctive sound of heavy footsteps. Ferox's metallic boots dug into the ground and scraped it slightly as he came to a stop, sharp eyes looking over the area with a frown. She was one to move around and travel, even if she was here to learn, though the city had been closed off- entrances and exits. Someone would be able to see her aggravation just by looking at the woman, fists lightly clenched and her eyebrows set down slightly.
"This is wrong..." She murmured to herself with the shake of her head, lacking information as to why the city was being held down like this. Wanting to find out more of the currently situation, the female scanned the nearby area for possible anybody she knew, or who looked like they knew something.
// Sorry, I didn't really know how to start off so I hope this is ok~ //
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mysticpen
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Post by mysticpen on Sept 17, 2014 21:42:49 GMT -5
Brad arguing with guard about how ridiculously annoying it is that the city was closed "what do you mean closed !?" titling his head with a sarcastic tone he scuffs his shoes on the ground in a demanding way. The guard unknowing of the magical back ground questions Brad "and who are you do question the government . A large sly grin runs across Brads face his golden tooth visible now , within seconds the guard notices large snakes wrapping around him. The guard screams and flails trying to throw them off but somehow can't get a grip on the sleek scaled body's. laughing hysterically at the guard Brad loses concentration as he falls over smacking into the ground damming his thumb "ouch ouch " getting up Brad holds his thumb with his other hand clenching it as he looks around hoping no one noticed.The guard now unconscious from fear mumbles softly "no" every so often. Noticing Ferox and her noisy armor "hay can you believe this crap? " he some what recognized her but didn't know from where.
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Post by Epsilon on Sept 19, 2014 14:24:01 GMT -5
Zeik mumbles to himself, seeing the closed exit before him, and looks around for anyone, before turning around. In front of him is a guard, smirking at Zeik's obvious disappointment. "going somewhere, son?" he asks with a laugh. Zeik merely walks past the guard, without so much of a glance. "hmpf" said the guard, returning to his post. Zeik hears a commotion nearby, and decides to take an alternate alleyway to avoid trouble with the guards. Later, at the local bar, he sits down at an empty table, contemplating the situation. Feel free to have a character meet him at the bar. |
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ella
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Post by ella on Sept 19, 2014 23:31:18 GMT -5
Hair=  Clothing=  Ella walked along the road, she carried a small stack of books and her blonde hair bounced with each stride. As she walked, she noticed that something was wrong. Deciding to investigate, she headed towards the gate and asked the man guarding it. He replied that nobody was to leave and she thanked him. Something really was wrong. Although Ella was still schooling and had no reason to leave, it still bothered her. She looked around to see if there was anyone who had answers. |
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Ars Moriendi
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Sept 20, 2014 10:05:31 GMT -5
Footsteps echoed down the seemingly deserted streets of Sh'rutal as Alkyone headed for the gates, but was quickly figured out that no one was allowed to leave. At the sight of her rather odd appearance--a metal apparatus attached to one's head is not exactly normal--the guards recoiled slightly before telling her that the city was shut down for the time being. A weary sigh escaped her lips and she nodded silently before turning away, a small satchel slung diagonally across her back.
She wore a full length cloak that ended below her knees, but was cut so the left arm was sleeveless while the right arm was regular length. Her boots made a soft thumping sound on the street, as she looked around for any other people. Catching sight of a bar, she made her way over to it and entered. Finding herself a place at a table, she ordered a drink before looking around at the various people curiously. Not being a native of Sh'rutal, seeing new people was a welcome diversion.
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Post by HERO on Sept 20, 2014 22:50:03 GMT -5
Wanting to find out more of the currently situation, the female scanned the nearby area for possible anybody she knew, or who looked like they knew something.
Walking through the streets, aiming to depart from the city himself, Oratus was in a pleasant mood. Carrying a gentle, yet certain pit-pat step, and allowing the cape of his black cloak to flutter off gently with every pass of breeze under his step, he was looking forward to leaving, and exploring the world, confident of what he might get from it, and confident in what he might learn from it. "I wonder if I should go for lengthy adventure, or if I should return soon to attend more schooling," he mumbled to himself with a hum.
Oratus happened to be taking the time to carefully draw a new arcane spell-circle in his student spellbook when he took notice of an armored woman being denied passage through the gates. Finishing the spell, he would quickly flip the book closed, and continue close enough to overhear another guard, the demeanor seeming serious. "The gates are closed?" he asked aloud to himself, hearing the disappointing news and halting. Turning his red eyes towards the armored woman, he took a finger to raise the brim of his pointed-tip hood (a piece of attire typical to a 'proper mage' in his eyes), so that his face could more easily be seen. Curiously, he then asked her, "Do you know much of the gate's closing?"
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Post by Xursyyl on Sept 21, 2014 15:12:29 GMT -5
It was a typical day in Kalg'rai. Once a year, students would come and go, either entering their chosen School or perhaps graduating from it. Aerrisar was in a rather pleasant mood, having graduated his school of Electrokenisis. Waiting in line to return home to the tundra Tun'aru, he wore his usual fur attire, aiming to keep him warm in the harsh climate. With a small smile, he stepped forward, next in line to board the train home.
That is when it happened.
The Train's doors slammed shut in front of him, blasting off towards Tun'aru without a warning. Hardly a second after two guards stood in front of the exit. "Train's Closed. Better luck next time." 'Sure..' Aerrisar thought to himself, turning on his heel and leaving the line. 'Well damn. Now what do I do?' He glanced around trying to figure out what course of action to do next. As he did so his eyes fell upon a fallen soldier, looking to be asleep. 'Hmm.' He thought to himself. Disturbing his thoughts came from the sound of rather clunky armor; something that loosely bothered Aerrisar. Seeing a few other graduates also denied leave he followed their lead, staying a fair distance away, although close enough to understand anything they'd say to each other.
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Post by DC on Sept 23, 2014 8:00:28 GMT -5
Aenterial was only a few days into being within Kalg'rai, which would explain why he was in Sh'rutal. That having been said, Aenterial was fairly reluctant to even open up discussion with many of the inhabitants of the metropolis.
It didn't take him long to figure out that he couldn't leave the city.
While many were getting upset over the matter of not being able to go to the country within Kalg'rai that they so chose, Aenterial was not phased by the "lockdown". That could be attributed to the fact he knew little to nothing about the continent. There must have been good reason that they locked down the MagiTech Train.
Although he knew the transportation had been locked down as of a few days ago, Aenterial still hung around the train station due solely to the fact that he found it entertaining to watch humans and metahumans alike getting upset over the situation.
Then a thought struck him.
This isn't just a regular event... this is lockdown, he thought suddenly. Then he did a quick review in his head of all the guards he's seen wandering the city, and the curfew that started to come into place. This is martial law, here...
His gaze turned to the few adepts that were still only just realizing that something was going on. Deciding that it'd be worth it to figure out what was going on for himself, so he could explore the rest of Kalg'rai, he called out to the other adepts.
"I don't know any of your names, but I do think that I have some information."
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Ferox Mulier
Wanderer
Marianne~
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Post by Ferox Mulier on Sept 25, 2014 1:50:16 GMT -5
Ferox flitted her vision over to Brad, not exactly amused by him causing such a commotion- the falling over didn't help with his situation with her either. But never the less, she sighed and replied in a sharp tone, "It's ridiculous, at least could they give us some damned information?" The armored woman sighed and ran a hand through her hair in irritance, walking slightly away from the stranger; she didn't like unnecessary violence, despite her war hardened appearance.
She glanced around to see a blonde girl walking with a stack of books, Ella, also looking confused. She then shifted her vision, catching the end of a dark cloak passing through a door in the distance- a bar perhaps. She might go there later, but for now wanted to gather what was going on. Just as she was planning to leave and look for answers elsewhere, she was stopped again.
Ferox glanced over to the cloaked man with her dark and deep eyes, shaking her head slowly and sighing, "They're not letting anybody in or out, no matter what... That's all I know" She gathered by how he dressed, and the book held in his hand, that he may be an associate of magic, an adept perhaps, "Hey... You an adept?" She questioned with an arched brow. The woman was known to have quite a knack for spotting things like that, making deductions. By her tone, Oratus would be able to tell that she had given up on formalities- her timbre suggesting she usually spoke well, although irritation got the best of her at this time.
Whilst speaking to the man, she quickly glanced around again; another person denied to get on a train, she saw- though yet another person speaking out caught her attention once more. It felt slightly rude of her to just turn away from someone, so she sent Aenterial- the stranger who called out, a certain look that would be perceived as 'I'm interested', though he'd only know if he looked her way.
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mysticpen
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Post by mysticpen on Sept 25, 2014 16:31:41 GMT -5
Brad replied to Fexor "quite quite" as he nods his head head with a slight quick jolt . He watched he distaste toward his earlier actions "I'm surprised you dislike conflict let alone simple confrontation. with his background of psychology he is able to notice most mental problems or a persons tendency .
turning full attention to Aerrisar Brad replied with interest " oohhh ? i would very much be interested" . Brad toke a few strides toward Aerrisar waiting eagerly . Taking note or behavioral actions that Aerrisar makes Brad also observes the others that seem to have been call to by the mysterious person who was obviously an adapt . Brad a figured these people where called together to organize some sort of function as to fixing our shared problem of the lock down so he might as well understand them.
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Post by Epsilon on Sept 27, 2014 11:19:24 GMT -5
Zeik took a drink of his water, and noticed the other sitting at the table next to him.
He tries to get her attention casually, asking "are you a student at the academy?"
(Sorry for the short post)
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ella
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Post by ella on Sept 28, 2014 12:03:38 GMT -5
Ella turned her head towards a nearby group of adepts ho seemed as confused as her. She watched as they were approached by someone who seemed to know something, then moved closer so that, like Aerrisar, she was just close enough to listen in, but not so close that she was part of the conversation.
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Ars Moriendi
Citizen
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Sept 28, 2014 15:15:33 GMT -5
Zeik took a drink of his water, and noticed the other sitting at the table next to him. He tries to get her attention casually, asking "are you a student at the academy?" (Sorry for the short post) Alkyone swirls the amber liquid in her cup contemplatively, her gloved hand tapping on a rhythm on the table. Her pale blue eyes stare dully at the table in front of her, the sclera having a distinct azure ring. She had been looking forward to leaving Shru'tal, having completed her business, but now she was stuck. That didn't leave her many options, and she weighed them despondently. Hearing a voice, Alkyone looks up, searching for the speaker. She catches sight of the male sitting at a table across form her and quickly takes in his attire and mannerisms. Understand that he was the speaker, she responds, "Yes, I am." She pauses as she eyes him cautiously. "By your question can I assume you are as well?" |
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Post by HERO on Sept 29, 2014 19:07:28 GMT -5
Oratus gave a nod to the woman in crimson armor, her guess obviously correct. "Indeed, I am," he gave, feeling a little proud still from having done so well in Tsaevar's School of Arcane Magic, coming out top of his class with vigor to spare. From the armor that she was equipped with, he assumed that she handled her day-to-day with more direct, physical means, not that he would ask her right that moment about it though. Allowing his small flash of pride to subside, he glanced back towards the guarded entrances to the trains. "Troubling, very troubling...To think I was going to take my first travel outside of the region."
Hearing the one nearby call out to everyone, Oratus'es attention was had. "Information?" he asked, turned towards the male and tucking his spellbook away into a pocket hidden by his large black cloak.
(Sorry it took me a moment to write this.)
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Post by Xursyyl on Sept 30, 2014 16:02:30 GMT -5
Aerrisar leaned against a nearby wall, still within range of the newly formed group, mostly surrounded around the armored woman with clunky armor. Aerrisar himself still wore his winter attire, not fully set on taking it of in hopes that the train would return soon enough, this whole situation solved. It was then that he noticed a man approach the group.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught another woman, Ella, doing the same as him. He'd have to talk to her later. He found that people on the outside of the crowd where more interesting than those within the crowd.
"..Information." Aenterial finished, explaining to the small group. Aerrisar was only half listening, but due to the brief explanation, he could tell that this man knew about as much as the rest of the group. A little more, but not enough to fully explain what was going on. Not yet, at least.
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Rehynn Saarlith
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Post by Rehynn Saarlith on Oct 1, 2014 16:50:15 GMT -5
Rehynn was standing close enough to listen in to the conversation, watching the other passers by, though her gaze occasionally strayed towards the group. Though her body language wasn't inviting as such, it wasn't cold. She was watching the various citizens react to the lockdown, if that was what it was; every way in and out of the city was closed. She had got over her own annoyance after a while, and now her curiosity was her main focus. Appraising the different individuals, she had decided none of them were particularly unsavoury, though the blonde's use of illusion she had disagreed with. Being an illusion adept herself, it hadn't taken her long to notice the happening, though she had only watched.
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Post by Tyen Peremy on Oct 1, 2014 17:36:33 GMT -5
Tyen sat silently upon a bench outside the station, dressed in her usual green crop top and black shorts, observing the people who seemed to be so flustered by it, and other city entrances and exits being shut down. Watching these peoples mixed reactions of the city being on what appeared to her to be a lockdown seemed to entertain her greatly. Especially when they got violent. A small smirk had by now crossed her pinky lips as she observed, letting slip a quite chuckle, however not freeing much more than that in terms of sound. She felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of drawing much attention to herself.
Tyen hadn't quite yet gathered much information about this current situation, and quite frankly didn't care that she didn't have the ability to leave, however the situation did intrigue her she hadn't really recalled any previous lockdown like situations, and in such she couldn't help but be internally curious about the situation. Maybe she would do a little sneaking around at night?
Her thoughts though, would soon be drawn away to the voice of a person who supposedly had some information about this. She wouldn't voice her internal thoughts about it however turned her head, giving full attention to the stranger who seemed so confident about bringing attention to themselves. She wondered how they did it sometimes.
Keeping to herself, she would listen closely to what this person had to say.
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Post by DC on Oct 2, 2014 15:01:33 GMT -5
Aenterial's eyes flicked to each of the ones who responded to his call, blatantly or not. His left eye lacked an iris that would surround his pupil, however, his right eye had a blue iris. His overall demeanor was fairly cold, and his presence only seemed to add to the coldness of the area. When he was observed, the details would be revealed. He wore a black hooded jacket over a white tee, and a golden chain around his neck. His hands were within his jeans' pockets, however, so his leather biker gloves wouldn't be visible yet, and his combat boots seemed fairly clean.
Almost as if they were recently cleaned...
None of these people would really know who he is; he was not from Kalg'rai, nor had he yet been in any of the schooling. He was a traveler who had just come into the continent of Kalg'rai, and in a mutual respect, he knew none of the figures that responded to his call. This would be interesting, he decided. He had more information than they, it seemed. It was ironic, he noted, that the newcomer to the continent seemed to know more than they did. How was that even possible?
A small, almost wicked smile played onto his lips before he spoke. "As you all have just recently seemed to have noticed, Sh'rutal is under lockdown. Boo-hoo, right? You guys can't explore the land outside of this oh-so-grand metropolis that I honestly had no idea even could exist, before I came here. I keep hearing the name Kendall. It took me a little bit of patience, but we're in a sort of martial law because these morons are looking for this Kendall guy. I hear he likes to take people at night for some cult bull crap."
He paused, observing their reactions in this pause before adding the following details.
"Some people know more than others; some have been victimized in the sense that family members or otherwise loved ones were taken. They haven't returned. I don't know what schooling any of you guys have received up to this point, but judging by the rate that these idiots are moving, we'll run out of supplies in this city before the martial law is let up. They will wind up starving every single person here before they find this heretic. How much do you want to bet this little ragtag group that we are can find this lunatic far faster, and kill him?"
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Ferox Mulier
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Marianne~
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Post by Ferox Mulier on Oct 3, 2014 11:30:51 GMT -5
Ferox gained an almost instinctive smirk at the simple thought of putting together a group in a moments notice and going against the grain- she was one to love a good thrill, and this seemed to be good enough. Though it did surprise her that the city had been put into a lock down because of just one single person, perhaps he was quite dangerous? Never the less, it didn't take the woman long to step forward, keep her head raised and speak out, "Count me in on that one, stranger"
Just seeing how she spoke and stood, not to mention the armor she wore was a clear sign she was one for things like this. A proud and strong person, though respectable- she had that much of an aura to her. Setting her hand on her left hip to lean her weight onto that leg slightly, she turned her head to glance around at anybody else listening. At least one other person had to join, she thought, no adept or sane person would let the city starve them.
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Rehynn Saarlith
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Post by Rehynn Saarlith on Oct 17, 2014 11:45:57 GMT -5
[So what, do I post now or wait for someone else to post?]
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Post by HERO on Oct 18, 2014 9:56:28 GMT -5
[Did I miss my turn? For the past few days I've been held up by some craziness...Especially yesterday. >.< I ended up forgetting to check up on things.]
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Ars Moriendi
Citizen
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Oct 20, 2014 22:19:20 GMT -5
(isn't is Kyle's turn?)
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Post by DC on Oct 22, 2014 12:44:50 GMT -5
Few seem to want to be participating in this/are able to. Those that can have been forced to wait for far too long. For now, I'm closing this thread until activity picks back up again. Sorry, but there's not really a point in continuing a story nobody wants to continue.
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