Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena turned, her tail lashing out for balance, wrapping around the base of another scorpion's tail. She leapt upwards, then came down, sinking her claws into the back of yet another hapless vermin, shrieking. Her laughter carried. In the ears and senses of the enemy, it was a harsh Wyrding cry, full of despair and death.[/i] "Shake in your shells bitches! K'Rena Yel Yoshai's HERE!" [i]But to the birds in the air and the allies on the ground, it was a sound of merriment, a lifeline to haul them back from their own doubts and fears. She threw herself into the masses with the ferocity of one in a full beserker fit. The creatures that laugh while slaying thousands. When the scorpions had gone into full retreat, the birds dove down and began finishing each off, now that they had scattered. Crystal turned and watched Rena turn and twist with the movements, catching a few remaining beasts here and there. Sharpie winged next to her and alighted.[/i] "They're retreating...." "And she's advancing, of course." [i]Rena pounded her feet into the ground and dug her claws in, savaging happily. Crystal and Ben smiled and looked at her, dropping exoskeletons from her mouth. K'Rena Yel Yoshai. Beserking hybrid and Pantherborn. Also completely mad. And an excellent fighter to boot... Rena grinned and looked up.[/i] "I'm not hungry anymore." "Gee, I wonder why." "The proteins."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I suppose now would be the time where we pause and reflect that....of Balrogs slain... .........in all the LOTR series, only two ever defeated by ANYONE.....had been pushed/thrown/slung from the peak of a very high mountain. That and Glorfindel, or whoever the elf was, just got lucky. Other balrogs were pushed back into the darkness. And if you will please remember, that orcs will flee at the presence of an overpowering evil. Such as a balrog. So, the moral of the story is: An arrow in the forehead, no matter how often its struck, will not necessarily kill it. That and an ancient Istari sorceress is not about to be trapped by orcs.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Amazing really.. ......of course I must admit that I throughly enjoyed that whole "living" there thing. One merely has to cast a glance to their left to see just why I enjoy it so much. And also why I seem to be in such odd moods. Either way I see the deepness, now that it's been mentioned.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Crying again, Helpless on the floor, Fallen on my knees, Resting on the floor. Only resting, Wasn't what I did, For I was screaming, Keening in my grief. And I, Had slid from above, To stay at her, Feet and not breathe. Only howl, With inexplicably powerful sorrow, So I gave voice, To that which I. Had tried to bury for so long.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][quote]However, she has been programmed to feel the...wishy-washy feelings.[/quote] Do you call love a wishy-washy thing? She isn't swayed by his opinion, or even the knowledge that he loves her. Make no mistake, Lena will certainly kill Jason and do so without having second thoughts or doubts. It will not be until afterwards, that she has to explore and question herself. And that alone, will prove that she is not simply a creation anymore.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]God I feel like a douche. ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]Ranforne's eyes narrowed slightly. She could make out nothing, not even low clumps of slow moving animals. All she could see was the endless wilderness stretching before her, through the trees. Beleg turned ever so slightly without breaking his stride.[/i] "Are you well M'lady?" "Oh fine...." "Can you see anything?" "Nothing that this plane will tell me. To see more I would have to scry on the ethric." [i]If he understood, he didn't let on, and Ranforne simply looked forward. Her shoulders squared and she leaned on her staff, steadying her movement. The gauntlet had become the snake collar again, and she had no reason to take it back. Beleg didn't press her for details, but instead motions to the others to stick closer together. The Garden Wizard inhaled deeply and then exhaled once more. Her breath was visible in the cooling air, and she saw the shadows play into the steam from her mouth.[/i] "We'd best keep moving." "We have a rear guard posted." "Good. I'll sing." [i]Before he could stop her, she had opened her mouth and started a low soft hum that quickly trailed off into a long sliding song of various notes and phrases. Its message was in another tongue, but it was very clear.[/i] "Warriors are coming, creatures of darkness and despaire take heed, great light is contained within, we are coming through. Stand down, and be still."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I think I will go off and read a little more William Blake.. .....who is considered a Romantic poet even though he technically isn't. While I found your ten minute two page paper fascinating, I walked away feeling rather drained and disturbed. Perhaps it was the image of the transvestite Lord Cornbury on page 89 of [u]The Great Republic[/u] that threw me off. Either way you kept the flow of your paper good, wrote it in a lovely circular manner and I was pleased to discover that I was able to understand what you were writting about.[/color]

[color=royalblue]How fitting. I'm sitting here in English class trying to make sense of something that was definetly intended to make a sort of sense that will not make sense to anyone without any sense. Moving on. I do like debate, really I do. And I suppose the best way to start one is to repeat the arguable thesis I have stated before...reworded of course; When one reaches a height of consciousness in which they can ask themselves why they behaved a certain way, madness may ensue. This madness leads to self questioning, self loathing, and self destruction if turned inward too far. This madness can also lead to a lashing out at the things surrounding them. Including creators [parents in my case], enemies, and especially close friends.[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Stand down Razel. And return his effects." [i]She was purring, open mouthed, wide eyed with what could be interpreted as wonderment. Her knight obeyed without question, removing his blade, sheathing it exertly, then handing back the things he had so easily taken. Leon pulled his hood on once more and grasped his weapons almost sullenly. Vajain stood, the amythest colored gown trailing down her legs, melting away into nothing at all. Leon did not gaze up at her, instead he held onto the haft of his spear and gritted his teeth. Razel snorted and returned to her side. Vajain's eyes snapped and sparked dangerously.[/i] "One who would not make eye contact with me, must also realize that that would spell his weakness." ".....why would it be as you say?" "I suppose.... ....I could say that I have the answers." "I have no way of knowing." [i]She tilted her neck to one side, her former white robes returning to cover almost every part of her. Vajain walked forwards slowly, her steps slow and steady. Her eyes were glowing, but again, Leon was not looking. Se reached out her hand to him. He was half tempted to cut it off, but then realized that her hand was changing into the claw of a wolf. His eyes grew large, and he began to realize just what was standing in front of him, and coming towards him.[/i] "If you swear fealty to me, I will answer all of your questions before your death." "And if I do not wish to swear that to you?" "Then you will be free to go. And be free to be slain under any other clan's whim." "........ ....." [i]She was smiling now, her hand had dropped down as she had spoken, returning to its natural form.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue] ?Round this time, I see you, And you see me, And we're cool. Encouragement you give, Kindness I return, And that's so cherished, Thank you friend. For your words, When all I, Ever really wanted to, Hear was this. ?You are good, Compassion you posess, Humanitarian even if unwilling, Go and be.? [/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Asphyxia [/i] [B][size=1]The end seemed to me to be slightly odd. She's killing him by holding his hand? That's the impression I get. Now, I can understand him somehow dying through something to do with his bones being crushed but, her "etiquette protocol prohibits inhumane execution.?...does that apply to pain and crushed hands to? I know I'm probably missing something, but if you could explain I'd be very grateful.[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]No, she was most likely only holding him to remind him that she cared and that she would still have to carry out her mission. The actual killing of him is left to our own imagination. ....provided we keep in mind that it has to be humane.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I must confess, dear, that you don't get it. Obviously she will kill him. It is her programing that she can not fight. But after she does kill him, she must question why she did it and why she was programed to do it. And then she'll either go mad or destroy her programmers.[/color]

[color=royalblue]It could be just a minute bit of cruelty coming out in me, but I feel as if the character Lena was a bit illogical. [quote] ?I know. I have never said this before, either, but I have never felt this way before. My emotion chipset does not allow for this, but, Jason, I love you, too.?[/quote] In spite of android programing, she loves the man she was meant to destroy. And all in the space of one night? Because she gave into one request that she wasn't programmed to understand? Perhaps her programming will expand to make room for this request or perhaps she will degenerate swiftly because she failed to fufill her mission. Or I could be reading far too deep into this. That's what I get for reading Dostoyevsky before reading you.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]If you had not heard this from me, You would not know, What power I posess, And despise utterly. I have done this before, And by writing it now, I will not do it again, As long as I remember. I will meet you, And eventually I would come, To join you in bed, You will tell me everything. And then, With that knowledge, I break your will to pieces. Then again, I don't even have to sleep with you, To learn everything about you, In reality it's far more simple. All I have to do, Is show some semblance of caring, Or interest in you, And then you'll be lost.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Especially one that is so implacably human. Even in his desire to be inhuman." [i]Her smile would have broken a lesser mortal's will to pieces, but to him it would do nothing of the sort. She wasn't making eye contact with him. Either insult or simple injury he could not know. Truth be told, to none but herself, Vajain was secretly, very interested in this human sword for hire, risking his life to journey down to the Underdark. He had released his steed and come to what would assuredly be his doom. And all for money? Of course not. He was looking. Everyone was looking. Drow and human alike. Looking for a way to find the answers. And those answers were power. Power he so desperately wanted. ....or maybe not. She sensed his deadpan expression before she raised her eyes to his own and let their gaze flicker back and forth. All the while she put her aura to work, formulating something to surprise vampyre and human alike. Even Razel's senses could not carry him that far into her. Leon gazed into her eyes and saw what had drawn him down to the Underdark in the first place. The pale eyes that had gazed upon him while he was still with the stallion. Vajain grinned at his recognition and crossed her legs in what could've been interpereted as sweet modesty. Razel curled his lip in scorn, showing a single fang. She sensed his gathering darkness and exhaled through pursed lips. An stream of visible breath blew down upon Razel's neck and Leon's face. Chilling them both to the bone.[/i] "So.... ....now that you are here...Leon of the Overworld, how my I be of service to you?" [i]He struggled to keep his teeth from chattering with the cold. Vajain smiled even more broadly and inhaled, sucking the cold from both his body and her knight's. One of the more simple cold spells she knew, and one of the most useful too.[/i] "Or did you have some deep dark secrets you wanted to uncover with me?"[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Round this time, I see you, And you see me, And we're cool. Encouragement you give, Kindness I return, And that's so cherished, Thank you friend. For your words, When all I, Ever really wanted to, Hear was this. You are good, Compassion you posess, Humanitarian even if unwilling, Go and be.[/color]

[color=royalblue]*curtsys* You are highly extravagant with your praise. That's good. Oh yes, and that rhyme was not noticed until you pointed it out. It wasn't even on purpose.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Insanity, That's what it was, An experience, Unlike any other. Remembering, The way we were, For years, Quietly and cruely. Biting, At each other smiling, But really, To hear words. Things, I never really expected, To hear, From you three. Amazement, At the forgiveness, I give, So very freely. Hatred, None I posess, Instead I, Felt some peace. Knowing, It's square, We're cool, Things are looking up.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Lilia Sethen Age: 28 Gender: Female Specialty: Communications. Short Bio: Volunteering. Definetly volunteering. Although she was only 13 when she heard of the Black Horizon, she has dedicated her life to the persuit of perfection. But now, after being the best of the best in her field, she wants to do something for someone else. That would be to do what others have talked about but never really done before. Instead of being talk, she wants to be action. By volunteering for this, she wants to tap into the energy of "goodness" that she's once heard of. The energy that made her take the bullets and die without betrayal. Personality: Serious and saturnine, Lilia is a victim of her own self loathing and desire to do something good for a change.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]The signups are now closed. If you have a problem, go home to your mother. If you want in, PM me with a signup, and JUST A SIGNUP, and stop asking me about this whole "closed" shiznit. It gets kinda annoying after the 10th PM.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Vajain stood, long white robes whisking around her body. The soft rustle of spider silk against her legs was incredibly gratifying.....and the result of years of patience. Something she had long experience in. Nur'Lograin were, by nature, very patient people. That was, until things came to a head. She tilted her head up, gazing at the ceiling of her hall. Perhaps it was time to get out a little. Say hello to her darling brother once more. The other leader of the clan. Equally skilled, just in other areas. .....mostly diplomacy. A little summoning on the side. And a council seat that she took from him on occasion. All in all they had a very healthy relationship. He respected her, she had a certain fondness for him. He was powerful. She was powerful. To fight each other for control of the Nur'Lograin was pointless. But everyone knew that she had the real power. Matriarchal society had its perks. Especially when those questioning it wetere female. Vajain smiled and changed her clothing with a muted spell. The white robes faded away and were replaced by purple black feathers. They slithered over her shoulderblades, curled lazily from her eyelashes, slanted down from her wrists and swirled around her body. Razel came to attention and walked before her. The doors at the end of the hall melted away as they approached and returned as they exited. Vajain turned to look down the long corridors of the Nur'Lograin fortress and smiled. She began walking down the hall and wished to meet her brother. At the end of the hall, which appeared faster than what would've been normal, were two doors. Both of which were upside down. Vajain grinned and motioned to Razel. He stepped forward and drew his blade. With no false moves, he placed against the door, point first. Instantly the doors vanished and the two were allowed to enter the lair of secondary power in the Nur'Lograin clan. Vajain the Elder looked at her brother from across the wide cavern and smiled. A tall laconic looking Drow rose to his feet, clad in robes, wearing a simple silver circlet. She bowed slowly and raised a hand in greeting. Razel was already on one knee at her side. He smiled and bowed back, motioning them forward.[/i] "So you've come to visit me at last sister." "....yes. I thought it was time we spoke again." "It was only twenty years this time. What happened?" "I was paid a surprise visit by the Vas'Nurnae. Look into the matter if you will." "Naturally. Vajain." [i]She inclined her head gracefully and smiled. While her brother was diplomatic and apparently calm, she knew that on the inside, he was cooly calculating the risks involved. Either way, he would get results. He was Klian Nur'Lograin. Second heir to the Nur'Lograin clan. Subordinate. Obedient. Male.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]You were right, Your memory is fading, And my thoughts, Have changed. Instead of on, Your entire being, They have turned, To something. Something less painful, That doesn't hurt, When I try, To remember.[/color]

[color=purple]These first posts will generally endeavor to establish your character's character, skill, place in the clan, and relationship with other clans. Go wild. ~~~~~~~~~~[/color] [color=royalblue][i]The tall female smiled thinly and turned her gaze to the silent figure next to her. He gripped the hilt of his blade resolutely and watched the Drow standing before his lady. She seemed to be enjoying the while thing...but was giving off an air of indifference, which was deeply disturbing the noble standing before her. A lower representative of a sub house of the Vas'Nurnae was asking for something she didn't necessarily feel like giving. He wanted her to come with him back to his master..... ....and perform a service only she could perform. A long lasting shape shift. But not one made by any sorceress. The Vas'Nurnae wanted Vajain of the Nur'Lograin to come and change a victim into a drider. The principle shape shifting authority in Mezzanane.....the best there was. She knew what they wanted her to do...expose her power... Let them see just what they could eventually challenge. And naturally, she had no intention of giving him any sort of answer. To all appearances, the tall female, clad in long white robes, was sitting up straight, her eyes tilted upwards ever so slightly, while the Vas'Nurnae representative spoke his piece. Razel, her creation, testimony to her skills, was almost smiling. He sensed an order was about to be issued. And it was.[/i] "Tell your master....that I will not do anything for him." ".....he demanded....that you come to him. And perform the shape shift." "I am not something to be summoned to his side to perform a trifling task at his own pleasure. If this is so important, he can come himself and ask me in person. I have no time to waste running errands at the express order of one of you." [i]He faltered, then stood up straight, remembering his mission. Razel leaned forward, his red eyes flickering slightly.[/i] "If you do not come, this will be considered a prelude to war." "....I will come, when asked politely by your master himself. You're dismissed." [i]The representative straightened and was about to go when he drew his sword. He was about to swing when he saw it fly through the air, along with two of his fingers. Razel had moved between him and Vajain, faster than the Drow eye could follow, and dis-armed him. ...or rather, dis-fingered him. He sheathed his katana and stood by his lady's side once more. Vajain stood, livid. Her body glowed purple and she raised her right hand, holding it parallel to the floor.[/i] "That was what the Council of the Nine will see as self defense." [i]Her knight stood down and crossed his arms. If anyone had taken the time to observe his expression, they would've seen more than just a little amusement struggling to manifest itself in the form of unbridled laughter.[/i] "Leave before I show you what I consider a prelude to death." [i]He turned and ran, gripping his wounded hand, leaving the sword behind. Vajain turned to her knight and smiled, chuckling to herself, the way she always did after a standoff. One could always trust the Vas'Nurnae to try starting things...... .....that they wouldn't finish.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]As you can see the only clan remaining would be the Cal'Sakmeht clan. Anyone who posts after me, with names including KnightOfTheRose, BaronSamedi, Metatron, and Ben will all be allowed to join their various, prepicked clans, as they've been cleared with me via the AIM sn: neuvoxraiha If you like ruling by diplomacy and talking with other clans that have less power than you, you just might be cut out to be a Cal'Sakmeht.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Love, That which we have, Is akin to suffering, What we also have. Pain, That which we endure, Is akin to loving, What we feel all our lives. Now, That we know, Is it worth it to love? What is to say we will ever find happiness? Somewhere, Along the way to death, There will be a time, When we finally realize. That to live is to die, To live is to hurt, To live is to know, That to live is to love.[/color]