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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:"I'd like you to just monitor Spencer for the time being; he'll require our special attention."

******

"Mhm...i can just bring her back if you want, you can get the corpse if you feel s obliged."

Witta nodded.
"Alright, I can do that."

******

"Well...if it makes no difference, then I won't bother."

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:Corali nodded and looked down at her hands.
"Is my chimera form weirding you out or anything like that? Because I can change to a different form - human, back to a dog or cat, or whatever."

Lucas shrugs. “It’s up to you, really. Whatever makes you the most comfortable is fine by us.”
“Hey, if you’re not weirded out by the pink hair clan then why would we judge you?” Isabelle adds.

Aerlanica wrote:

"Yes...but she's being stupid about it."

“Stupid?” Connie tilts her head. “Stupid how?”

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Azulakas

Aerlanica wrote:

Sarah grimaced and frowned.

"i don't have much good stories, sorry. Not many nowadays."

She sighed.
"Doesnt help it's humid as hell; how do you live like this? it's hot an humid you can barely breathe properly."

He shrugs softly, “You mean to tell me you don’t got any gills?” he snrks at his own joke, especially after the look Sarah gives him, “One grows up with and gets used to it… I guess..”

“You do seem a bit.. dehydrated, drinking more water will help. Especially if you’re not used to this climate.” Chimes in the medical staff.

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North South North West Kansas wrote:

Kansas nods. “Okay, straight to the point. I’ll take it.” He takes another bite of his pancakes after dumping more syrup over them. “So... do you have any ideas of who you might want to open up to first?”

She takes a moment, soon letting out a sigh and shrug. “I’m.. not sure. You seemed the most.. calm and leveled… that’s why I came to you for this.”
Her blue eyes look down, “Everyone else is so… intense, especially with their fancy technologies.”

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North South North West Kansas wrote:Lucas shrugs. “It’s up to you, really. Whatever makes you the most comfortable is fine by us.”
“Hey, if you’re not weirded out by the pink hair clan then why would we judge you?” Isabelle adds.

Corali nodded.
"Are you guys shapeshifters too? Why is your hair pink?"

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:

"Well...if it makes no difference, then I won't bother."

Alena nodded.
"I should be back soon, don't worry."

******

Iblion nodded then flicked his fingers.

The individual in question appeared, and before them was...

North South North West Kansas wrote:-snip-

"She is not thinking with her head; she wants to be the protector of kansas and believes nothing bad will happen to her, so she immediately accepted without knowing of, oh, i don't know, the giant superweapon that wiped out the entire Aerlanican Army in a few bloody seconds."

Azulakas wrote:

"I'll take you up on that offer." Sarah said, raising up the empty water pitcher.

She sighed.
"I don't...i...i guess...you have anything to help me sleep? maybe some air conditioning? some pills?"

Sarah shrugged.
"It also doesnt help that this bed is short as anything."

Indeed, the average Azulakassian was in no way similar to the tall stature of the average Aerlanican (notwithstanding Roodems, who averaged around five feet and ten inches in height). The end result was Sarah's legs hanging a good portion off the edge of the hospital bed, with a major problem being that no larger bed could be supplied.

Azulakas

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Aerlanica wrote:Alena nodded.
"I should be back soon, don't worry."

******

Iblion nodded then flicked his fingers.

The individual in question appeared, and before them was...

Witta shook her head.
"We'll be fine. Take what time you need."

******

...a witch, dressed in an older version of the standard witch attire, with purple highlights. Her hair was gray, but still thick and full, with a hint of waviness. Her face was somewhat wrinkled but not terribly so - indeed, as elderly witches went, she seemed to have retained more youth and beauty into her old age. She also had a certain hardness about her, a cold look in her eyes that meant business by-the-books. She was like the principal of a school that all schoolchildren loathed, hated, and feared, but to a degree also respected for her consistent and fair enforcement of the rules. In truth, she had been just that, as well as a high-ranking witch, arguably even the unofficial leader of the witches.

Witch Gatraka looked at each of them, largely unfazed. The only surprise she showed was in the raise of an eyebrow.
"It seems that I have been resurrected. Curious," she said matter-of-factly. She turned to Delegata.
"And it seems that you have been released." She shook her head in disappointment. "Quite disappointing, quite."

Delegata shot up.
"ENOUGH!"
She waved her hand in front of Gatraka's face, and Gatraka went limp but remained standing. Delegata turned to Iblion.
"I'll take her somewhere to do this properly. You can watch if you want, but you will not interfere."

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Azulakas

Aerlanica wrote:~snip~

"Actually... I might have an idea." Mitra hums, as the medical staff refills Sarah's water pitcher.

"Mbak, if I may?"
"Of course."

Mitra speaks to the medical staff for a bit, suggesting something just out of hearing range from Sarah, seemingly convincing said staff to see what she could do, before looking back at Sarah.

"I should be going now, but I'll be back later this evening. I hope your visit with Dr. Arapan goes well." he states, giving her a soft smile.

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Tyramon wrote:

...a witch, dressed in an older version of the standard witch attire, with purple highlights. Her hair was gray, but still thick and full, with a hint of waviness. Her face was somewhat wrinkled but not terribly so - indeed, as elderly witches went, she seemed to have retained more youth and beauty into her old age. She also had a certain hardness about her, a cold look in her eyes that meant business by-the-books. She was like the principal of a school that all schoolchildren loathed, hated, and feared, but to a degree also respected for her consistent and fair enforcement of the rules. In truth, she had been just that, as well as a high-ranking witch, arguably even the unofficial leader of the witches.

Witch Gatraka looked at each of them, largely unfazed. The only surprise she showed was in the raise of an eyebrow.
"It seems that I have been resurrected. Curious," she said matter-of-factly. She turned to Delegata.
"And it seems that you have been released." She shook her head in disappointment. "Quite disappointing, quite."

Delegata shot up.
"ENOUGH!"
She waved her hand in front of Gatraka's face, and Gatraka went limp but remained standing. Delegata turned to Iblion.
"I'll take her somewhere to do this properly. You can watch if you want, but you will not interfere."

Alena bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Miss Witta." She said with a smile.

She left for a private room.

******

Iblion smirked as he flicked his fingers.

The water upon his skin immediately evaporated, and his unclothed form was immediately wrapped in red cloth before the fabric disapated and revealed a blood red shirt with rolled up sleeves and black dress pants, held up by dark grey suspenders. A loose necklace was also around his neck, from which a fang hung from it.

"Lead the way beautiful..." He said, his eyes, filled with lustful admiration, occasionally wandering between her face and her rear end.

Azulakas wrote:"Actually... I might have an idea." Mitra hums, as the medical staff refills Sarah's water pitcher.

"Mbak, if I may?"
"Of course."

Mitra speaks to the medical staff for a bit, suggesting something just out of hearing range from Sarah, seemingly convincing said staff to see what she could do, before looking back at Sarah.

"I should be going now, but I'll be back later this evening. I hope your visit with Dr. Arapan goes well." he states, giving her a soft smile.

Sarah smiled and waved as Mitra left.
"Goodbye, i'll see you...later on this evening."

She finished the last of the dates and waited for Dr. Arapan to arrive.

Azulakas

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Azulakas wrote:

She takes a moment, soon letting out a sigh and shrug. “I’m.. not sure. You seemed the most.. calm and leveled… that’s why I came to you for this.”
Her blue eyes look down, “Everyone else is so… intense, especially with their fancy technologies.”

Kansas laughs softly. “Yeah, I don’t much like all the fancy technology.” A loud boom can be heard from the kitchen, and smoke can be seen coming through the door. “Ah, that’s just my toaster, it’ll figure itself out.” He shakes his head. “Yeah, the others can take some... getting used to. They mean well, but they can be pretty intimidating sometimes.”

Tyramon wrote:Corali nodded.
"Are you guys shapeshifters too? Why is your hair pink?"

Isabelle shakes her head. “We’re not shapeshifters, it’s an inherited trait. Our great-great grandfather was... I don’t know, sick or something, and one day someone saved his life and it turned his hair pink. Ever since then, the pink hair has been tied to the life force of our family.”

Aerlanica wrote:

"She is not thinking with her head; she wants to be the protector of kansas and believes nothing bad will happen to her, so she immediately accepted without knowing of, oh, i don't know, the giant superweapon that wiped out the entire Aerlanican Army in a few bloody seconds."

Connie sighs. “Well, it’s not like she can die again... but I also don’t want to see her get hurt. And I really don’t want her to leave.”

Azulakas

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Azulakas

Aerlanica wrote:~snip~

A couple hours go by before Dr. Arapan arrives, the medical staff in that time bringing in a fan to better circulate the air in Sarah's room as well as encouraging her to move about and stretch her legs if she felt well enough.

When the doctor arrives, he does so with a knocking on the door frame with walking stick.
"Ms. Graham, aye? You wished to have me here?" comes the aged voice of a dark-skinned man with peppering hair, dressed in an olive-green color detailed in both an aged golden yellow and fine walnut brown.

(ooc; Just a warning, just in case. Dr. Arapan is a fictional character that may give good advice, but it is not real world medical advice, apply it to life at your own risk.)

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North South North West Kansas wrote:~snip~

The tropical lass jumps slightly at the sudden noise of bursting kitchen equipment. Her body tensing slightly, "Yeah.. though I'm not sure if intimidating is the right word... I'm not scared of them but.." she quietly huffs as frustration over language annoys her somewhat, "They're.. irritating sometimes, as if they don't understand."

Although she seems willing to open up, Azulakas gives off the impression of someone trying and failing to jump over their own fence. The way she speaks and her conflicting body language although truly giving off frustration shows that she wants to express something but refuses to do so.

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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:Alena bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Miss Witta." She said with a smile.

She left for a private room.

******

Iblion smirked as he flicked his fingers.

The water upon his skin immediately evaporated, and his unclothed form was immediately wrapped in red cloth before the fabric disapated and revealed a blood red shirt with rolled up sleeves and black dress pants, held up by dark grey suspenders. A loose necklace was also around his neck, from which a fang hung from it.

"Lead the way beautiful..." He said, his eyes, filled with lustful admiration, occasionally wandering between her face and her rear end.

Witta returned to watch over Spencer.

******

(This one might be disturbing, discretion is advised.)

Delegata smiled.
"I guess you enjoy the view. That's fine for now I suppose."
She led Iblion and the floating form of Gatraka to an open area, where Delegata quickly formed a simple gray box room for herself and Gatraka, leaving Iblion to stay outside and watch through the walls as no human could.

Inside, Delegata created a simple wooden chair and sat Gatraka down in it. Delegata took the form of a young witch apprentice - the appearance she had as a girl around fifteen years old. The walls, ceiling, and floor blurred a bit with illusory magic. Gatraka awoke and looked around for a moment before turning to Delegata.
"Delegata? What's going on? Why have you taken that form?"
Delegata looked at Gatraka and began to cry.
"Oh, Master Gatraka, please don't take him away!"
Delegata rushed forward and clung desperately at Gatraka's leg, begging.
Gatraka was confused a bit, and Iblion realized that Delegata was psychically messing with Gatraka's perception of reality. Gatraka caught up to the illusion and seemingly began to play her part in it.
"...Now now. You know the rules, Apprentice Delegata. We cannot have unsanctioned relationships forming between us and wizards. You know the rules."
"Oh, but please, please do not separate me from him! I promise that I won't let it get in the way of my duties."
"Rules are rules, Apprentice. You have not been given permission."
"Please! Give us permission! I'll do anything! Anything at all!"
"That's not how it works, and you know it."
As Delegata continued to beg and plead, her form slowly changed from the idyllic child. Her fingernails slowly lengthened and sharpened into black claws that began to dig into Gatraka's skin. The tears turned to blood. The tips of her dark hair turned into tiny needles and barbs that poked at scratched at Gatraka. Gatraka began to notice and tried to push Delegata away.
"Delegata...stop...are you alright?"
Delegata looked up at Gatraka, revealing solid black eyes with bloodred irises, with blood-tear stains running down her cheeks. The blood in her veins turned black and Delegata slowly turned into something from a nightmare.
"Am I alright? Do you think I am alright?"
Delegata slowly stood up.
"Do you know how it feels to have what you love ripped away from you like that? Do you?"
A knife appeared in Delegata's clawed hand.
"Here, let me show you how it felt."
Delegata lifted the knife and placed the tip against the bottom left of Gatraka's ribcage. Delegata began to push, and the knife began to cut. Gatraka screamed in pain, but Delegata's face remained filled with hatred as the knife pierced ever deeper, making its way to Gatraka's heart. Gatraka's screams continued, as she was kept not only alive but fully conscious by Delegata as the knife went through Gatraka's heart. She could feel the blade as her heart continued to pound against it, her severed diaphragm continuing to push and pull against Delegata's hand. Delegata twisted the blade a bit and kept the blade inserted for several minutes before slowly removing it.
Gatraka managed to collect herself and stop screaming in pain, though the pain never stopped. Delegata was merely making sure that Gatraka could hear her. Delegata's form also changed, growing a few years older, slowly, until she looked to be nearly the age that she usually looked.
"Of course, you didn't go for his heart when you killed him, did you? No, you didn't. Do you remember what you did with this blade?
Delegata held up the knife to Gatraka indicatively. The knife had shifted to a longer blade, a machete of sorts. Delegata leaned in closer.
"DO YOU!? I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT!"
Gatraka nodded.
"I...I...I killed him...slit his throat..."
"SLIT HIS THROAT!? NO, YOU DIDN'T HOLD BACK LIKE THAT. LET ME REMIND YOU JUST WHAT YOU DID TO HIM."
With a quick motion, Delegata swung the blade and decapitated Gatraka. Her head dropped to the floor, but she was still alive.
"YOU KILLED HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO. NOW THERE IS NOTHING THAT I CANNOT DO, NOTHING THAT I WILL NOT DO..."
Delegata reached out with her left hand, and the head flew up into her grasp. Gatraka looked into Delegata's dark eyes with immense fear.
"...EXCEPT LET YOU DIE."
Delegata placed the head back on the neck, roughly reattaching it.
"No...you shall live as long as I do. You shall watch the world burn because of your actions. But that is later. First there is one last crime you must be reminded of."
Delegata shifted form once more to the age that Iblion knew her as.
"Do you know what it is like to be placed within a Sorcerer Orb? Of course you don't. You couldn't. You never will. But I will get you close enough."
Gatraka lifted into the air, hovering a foot above the ground, and the chair disappeared. Delegata began to slowly walk in a circle around Getraka. Nothing appeared to be happening, but as Gatraka began to scream again, Iblion could see what was happening. Starting at the fingertips and toes, and moving slowly towards Gatraka's head, Gatraka's insides were being pulverized and mixed about as though put into a blender. Her skin, slowly becoming just a bag for the mush, began to burn and peel.

It was over after a few minutes, and Delegata restored Gatraka to her normal self, but forced her to relive those moments over and over. The screams continued as Delegata walked through the wall to Iblion to see his reaction.

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:Kansas laughs softly. “Yeah, I don’t much like all the fancy technology.” A loud boom can be heard from the kitchen, and smoke can be seen coming through the door. “Ah, that’s just my toaster, it’ll figure itself out.” He shakes his head. “Yeah, the others can take some... getting used to. They mean well, but they can be pretty intimidating sometimes.”

Isabelle shakes her head. “We’re not shapeshifters, it’s an inherited trait. Our great-great grandfather was... I don’t know, sick or something, and one day someone saved his life and it turned his hair pink. Ever since then, the pink hair has been tied to the life force of our family.”

Connie sighs. “Well, it’s not like she can die again... but I also don’t want to see her get hurt. And I really don’t want her to leave.”

Corali tilted her head.
"Huh...that's really interesting...and unusual. I've learned about a ton of crazy magical case studies, but none quite like that. Do you know what exactly caused the hair to turn pink? I'm curious what sort of healing magic would cause such a side effect, especially one that is passed down through descendants. Are you now immune to that sickness?"

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

North South North West Kansas wrote:-snip-

"Well she says that you'll feel better if she does." Tsarina said with a scoff.

"Well," Harold said, "Why don't we walk there? or perhaps acquire some form of this public transportation, like those busses. I must say, i've seldom been on a bus before, only when i got here."

He waved a hand.
"Unfortunately, where i grew up we had no busses, nor any electricity. As a matter of fact, this entire country is leaps and bounds ahead of my home i must say."

Azulakas wrote:-snip-

(OOC: na fam, dw dw i'm doing Psych Sciences rn for my degree. I know this doesnt translate into actual medical advice. You good. :D )

Sarah smiled weakly and nodded.
"Yeah...um...hey...how are you..er...sir?"

Dr Arapan would see a very tall, pale, woman. By tall, easily six feet and five inches tall, perhaps more. The hospital gown was the largest supplied but still only reached just past her knees, which were hidden by a thin, opaque blanket that failed to cover her entire body. She was still sweating, despite the day being lukewarm by Azulakassian standards, and it was obvious that she was ill-suited to this climate.

Her body language, while somewhat composed, failed to hide her slouched shoulders and sorrowful eyes.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

Azulakas

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:-snip-

Spencer, still very much injured, was now sleeping. Little changed as he slept. At some point, Witta grasped Spencer's grimoire and tried to pry it open. Once again, the tome would not budge.

An idea crossed her mind.

She tapped the book onto Spencer's hand, and much to her surprise the book responded; with a careful finger, she lifted the cover slightly, revealing that Spencer's contact to it allowed it to be opened.

She hesitated; it was Spencer's book, made by Iblion...there may be secrets a'plenty within, but should she? Spencer self taught himself magic from this tome, perhaps there may be something in there for her.

******

As Delegata walked out of the box she was immediately slammed up against it. Hands caressed her with ravenous lust, while Iblion's lips found their way to Delegata's. Without her warning, Iblion's mouth reached the side of her neck. Gatraka let out a particularly loud cry of agony and anguish, and Delegata could feel Iblion's form shudder with delight as he began to tear at Delegata's clothes and hair with animalistic pleasure.

(Fade to black)

Gatraka's screams had mostly died down to muted wimpers of agony, and Delegata was lying on her back as Iblion still caressed her. Gatraka let out a cry of pain, and Delegata felt a surge of pleasure course through her body as she remembered what had transpired between her and Iblion recently.

Iblion smiled as she kissed her clavicle, then her neck. He then whispered to her ear;

"See? isn't it so intoxicating hearing such pain? isnt it so..." Gatraka let out another raspy cry, causing Iblion to let out a shaky breath, "...so...perfect."

He playfully nibbled on her earlobe before he returned to holding her close.

"Listen to her cries...listen to them...revel in them...let them excite you."

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Aerlanica wrote:Spencer, still very much injured, was now sleeping. Little changed as he slept. At some point, Witta grasped Spencer's grimoire and tried to pry it open. Once again, the tome would not budge.

An idea crossed her mind.

She tapped the book onto Spencer's hand, and much to her surprise the book responded; with a careful finger, she lifted the cover slightly, revealing that Spencer's contact to it allowed it to be opened.

She hesitated; it was Spencer's book, made by Iblion...there may be secrets a'plenty within, but should she? Spencer self taught himself magic from this tome, perhaps there may be something in there for her.

******

As Delegata walked out of the box she was immediately slammed up against it. Hands caressed her with ravenous lust, while Iblion's lips found their way to Delegata's. Without her warning, Iblion's mouth reached the side of her neck. Gatraka let out a particularly loud cry of agony and anguish, and Delegata could feel Iblion's form shudder with delight as he began to tear at Delegata's clothes and hair with animalistic pleasure.

(Fade to black)

Gatraka's screams had mostly died down to muted wimpers of agony, and Delegata was lying on her back as Iblion still caressed her. Gatraka let out a cry of pain, and Delegata felt a surge of pleasure course through her body as she remembered what had transpired between her and Iblion recently.

Iblion smiled as she kissed her clavicle, then her neck. He then whispered to her ear;

"See? isn't it so intoxicating hearing such pain? isnt it so..." Gatraka let out another raspy cry, causing Iblion to let out a shaky breath, "...so...perfect."

He playfully nibbled on her earlobe before he returned to holding her close.

"Listen to her cries...listen to them...revel in them...let them excite you."

Witta shook her head and withdrew. She would not betray Spencer's trust. She would ask for knowledge, but neither force nor demand it from him.

******

Delegata closed her eyes and did as he said. She had already taken pleasure in getting her revenge for past crimes, but now she let the screams of pain be a source of pleasure in their own right - pain for pain's sake, and for the joys of torture. Her heart began to flutter with the rise and fall of screams as she impatiently awaited each next scream of terror. She felt the seconds drag out, moments of relative quiet feeling like hours deafening silence.

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:

Delegata closed her eyes and did as he said. She had already taken pleasure in getting her revenge for past crimes, but now she let the screams of pain be a source of pleasure in their own right - pain for pain's sake, and for the joys of torture. Her heart began to flutter with the rise and fall of screams as she impatiently awaited each next scream of terror. She felt the seconds drag out, moments of relative quiet feeling like hours deafening silence.

The book remained, closed.

Eventually, Witta heard the door open and Alena walk into the room.
"Ah, how's Spencer?"

******

Iblion smiled as he saw her eyes close. She felt a finger brush over her lips.
"How about you give me a kiss." he murmured.

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Aerlanica wrote:The book remained, closed.

Eventually, Witta heard the door open and Alena walk into the room.
"Ah, how's Spencer?"

******

Iblion smiled as he saw her eyes close. She felt a finger brush over her lips.
"How about you give me a kiss." he murmured.

Witta sighed.
"Just the same. He's resting. How's the world?"

******

Delegata opened her eyes and smiled as she turned to Iblion and fulfilled his suggestion.

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Tyramon wrote:

Delegata opened her eyes and smiled as she turned to Iblion and fulfilled his suggestion.

Alena sat down.
"Well...a city in Roxium no longer exists, and there is some sort of operation happening on the outskirts of New Franco; some form of obelisk is being carved up by the Scrap Rats, the CEVA the Cicada told us about, and the Roxium. Other than that, all quiet on the frontlines."

******

Iblion smiled.
"How long do you think you'll keep your pet like that?" he asked, gesturing to the grey box.

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Aerlanica wrote:Alena sat down.
"Well...a city in Roxium no longer exists, and there is some sort of operation happening on the outskirts of New Franco; some form of obelisk is being carved up by the Scrap Rats, the CEVA the Cicada told us about, and the Roxium. Other than that, all quiet on the frontlines."

******

Iblion smiled.
"How long do you think you'll keep your pet like that?" he asked, gesturing to the grey box.

Witta nodded.
"A city gone...a terrible loss, yet still a relief to hear so little damage compared to what it could be."

******

Delegata smiled.
"Until the screams are more annoying than pleasurable. So...probably a while."

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Azulakas

Aerlanica wrote:~snip~

(ooc: Good, its also there for whomever else reads this also~)

Dr. Arapan gives her a gentle smile, slowly moving himself into the room. He gives a soft chuckle, "Barely got here and you're already sweating." he says in a joking manner, turning to the medical staff as he takes a seat on a nearby chair. "Please get us some water, then we'll need a bit of privacy."
He looks back towards Sarah, "As for you're question I am doing well. How about yourself? Be as honest as you can."

The Borderlands of The Children of Eternity

Aerlanica wrote:~snip~

Chiara smirks at him.
"That would explain why you're so willing to talk to me. My personality is what you deal with on a daily basis, huh?"

Her gaze flick down to the sword's edge, admiring it for a brief second.
"I guess I can see how something so heavy could be useful for an 'honorable' warrior like yourself. Standing in plain sight and slashing at opponents' fronts and all that. It's still less efficient than something thinner and sharper in the back, but fools will be fools."

She shrugs at Jonathan's steadfast honor.
"At least you have some class. What teas do you prefer?"

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Celeste raises one of the drinks to her mouth and cautiously takes a sip. The flavor is a little different than what she's used to, but it's not horrible. She shrugs mentally and shoves any distaste away; she wants to actually enjoy this night. But of course, that will depend on how Katrina handles this next part. Not everyone appreciates a little bit of harmless conjuration.

"Certainly! I think this'll look absolutely fantastic on you. ...but, first, I should warn you, I'm, uh..."

She chuckles at the corniness of her next words.
"I'm not like other girls. I got a little bit of magic running through me. I hope that's not a problem?"

Celeste actually looks slightly worried about Katrina's reaction as she reaches out and pulls a bodysuit out of thin air.

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The Federal Republic of Rathoria

Aerlanica wrote:~snip~

The railguns' positions and likely locations are designated as planned targets for artillery strike once the invasion begins. They are also linked into the fleet's targeting systems, just in case the emplacements prove too hardened for ground-based artillery to penetrate.

Hoping to coordinate all of their advantages into one location, High Command asks for an overview of the Grendel Plains. If the storms there are not remarkably bad and the land is not too much worse than the majority of Aerlanican land, that could provide the perfect location for their initial strike. On the off chance that the acid storms in that region of Aerlanica are even less predictable and vastly more destructive than usual, Rathoria could reduce the number of infantry used in the assault and issue them all protections against the weather.

Seeing as many of the frantic explosions of combat around the planet are winding down, military preparations across Rathorian-controlled lands will be more noticeable soon. High Command wants to launch their attack before Madylin Jones is able to determine their intent and build up a defense, and as such they readily agree with the rebels' idea. They dispatch a swift corvette with an envoy out to the same Aerlanican colony world they had the supplies delivered to a little over a month ago.

The envoy has instructions to inform the Federation of Rathoria's liberation plans, and to ask whether they would be willing to coordinate.

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Tyramon wrote:

Delegata smiled.
"Until the screams are more annoying than pleasurable. So...probably a while."

Alena nodded.
"Iblion apparently entered Monsone...however there are no members of the Order within it; we were attempting to reach out and enter Aerlanica but that failed due to obvious reasons."

She sighed, sitting down and looking at Spencer.

"Speaking of Aerlanica...i feel sorry for Spencer; it appears everyone sees him as some key to victory in some way, shape or form."

Silence. Before Witta turned to Alena.

"Do you believe it?"

"My dearest apologies, may you repeat that?"

"Do you believe that Spencer is the method to victory." Witta asked.

Alena pursed her lips, then turned to Spencer.

"I...i believe there are various avenues to solving the Iblion Question...and yes, i would be lying if i said i didn't have some part of me seeing Spencer as some...avenue to our victory."

******

Iblion carressed her exposed chest.
"Perfect...lets let her simmer for a moment; i don't want to spoil the sound of her screams...besides, I daresay we should talk with the Royal Emperor...but after that..."

Iblion sunk his nails into her exposed flesh, they pierced, but instead of pain and fear a shock of pleasure ran across her spine as the hairs on her neck pricked upwards.

"...we can listen to those screams some more."

Azulakas wrote:

Sarah paused, before she shifted to sit crossed legged on the hospital bed. Her IV drip still hanging from her arm due to her relative lack of sustinence. She pursed her lips.

"I'm..."

She grimaced as she looked to the side.

"Take your time," Dr. Arapan said, "just try to be honest to yourself."

Sarah paused.
"I'm...I...I feel like...I feel like i've...just no..." A pause, "...I...i'm not going ok...I...my home...is gone and, i think all my friends are dead and i don't have a nation anymore and i feel like everyone here is...just...doesnt want me to be here...and they want me to leave but i don't have a home and i don't have a life and i don't have a future and i just..."

She curled up, tears forming in her eyes.
"I just want a life...i just want a peaceful life...but i feel...like i can't...like the universe doesnt want me to have that..."

She wiped the tears away.
"Sorry, I...i know...it's your job but you probably didn't want to see some...tall, depressed bitch winge about the world."

The Children of Eternity wrote:-snip-

"Well before the Greenvale tea fields were torched by several dozen tonnes of liquid fire, shortly followed by the Mind-Stalker infestations i did enjoy me a jolly good cup of Riverreach Brown...but, since any form of plant life in Aerlanica is all but deceased, i have to suffice with Kansan Royal Brew, from North South Kansas. Not that it's bad, the venerable Queen Kiki is a lovely woman, you should meet her; she's very kind."

He shrugged.
"I like my tea with a dollop of milk as well..."

He smiled.
"Good tea, love tea, ruining tea is a foolish endeavour."

Jonathan turned to Chiara.
"I apologise if i am making you uncomfortable; i know you hate any individual with a member-down-stairs for reasons i probably will never know about."

******

Katrina looked in shock. For a few moments Celeste kicked herself mentally, thinking that she just alienated-

"Yo that's dope as f%$#." Katrina said with a slowly growing smile. It was followed by a giggle. She awkwardly gestured to the bodysuit.

"Um...well...um...may i? Well i'll need some help; i've never worn one before..."

Rathoria wrote:The railguns' positions and likely locations are designated as planned targets for artillery strike once the invasion begins. They are also linked into the fleet's targeting systems, just in case the emplacements prove too hardened for ground-based artillery to penetrate.

Hoping to coordinate all of their advantages into one location, High Command asks for an overview of the Grendel Plains. If the storms there are not remarkably bad and the land is not too much worse than the majority of Aerlanican land, that could provide the perfect location for their initial strike. On the off chance that the acid storms in that region of Aerlanica are even less predictable and vastly more destructive than usual, Rathoria could reduce the number of infantry used in the assault and issue them all protections against the weather.

Seeing as many of the frantic explosions of combat around the planet are winding down, military preparations across Rathorian-controlled lands will be more noticeable soon. High Command wants to launch their attack before Madylin Jones is able to determine their intent and build up a defense, and as such they readily agree with the rebels' idea. They dispatch a swift corvette with an envoy out to the same Aerlanican colony world they had the supplies delivered to a little over a month ago.

The envoy has instructions to inform the Federation of Rathoria's liberation plans, and to ask whether they would be willing to coordinate.

The Grendel Plains dominate northern Grendely. They are a thin strip of land that moves from the central-western border of the Aerlanican mountains and moves east before it hits the Palaric corridors. It borders the Raynes Wasteland to the northwest, the Greenvale Deadzone to the north east, the Palaric corridors to the west and the Roodem Valley and Grendel Valleys to the south. It is a vast open expanse of land, not too dissimilar to the Hartian Plains in the Far East, the only difference is that the Grendel Plains are dominated with both road and rail infrastructure thanks to the highly industrial history of the Grendel ethnic group. Furthermore, while most Grendel are staunch Monarchists disatisfied with the Democratic institutions of the Aerlanican Federation, they in no way even consider accepting a foreign monarch; regional support from what little population remains will be high.

Problem; the regional drought. There has not been an acid rainstorm in over a year across western Aerlanica, and no forecasts predict them in some times; they will have to play the waiting game, which means either demobilising temporarily, or making a directed effort to conceal their military build up.

Azulakas

via Cape of Good Hope

The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:Alena nodded.
"Iblion apparently entered Monsone...however there are no members of the Order within it; we were attempting to reach out and enter Aerlanica but that failed due to obvious reasons."

She sighed, sitting down and looking at Spencer.

"Speaking of Aerlanica...i feel sorry for Spencer; it appears everyone sees him as some key to victory in some way, shape or form."

Silence. Before Witta turned to Alena.

"Do you believe it?"

"My dearest apologies, may you repeat that?"

"Do you believe that Spencer is the method to victory." Witta asked.

Alena pursed her lips, then turned to Spencer.

"I...i believe there are various avenues to solving the Iblion Question...and yes, i would be lying if i said i didn't have some part of me seeing Spencer as some...avenue to our victory."

******

Iblion carressed her exposed chest.
"Perfect...lets let her simmer for a moment; i don't want to spoil the sound of her screams...besides, I daresay we should talk with the Royal Emperor...but after that..."

Iblion sunk his nails into her exposed flesh, they pierced, but instead of pain and fear a shock of pleasure ran across her spine as the hairs on her neck pricked upwards.

"...we can listen to those screams some more."

Witta nodded.
"I only see our options as somehow getting Azerian back, or Spencer. But even then..."
Witta paused for a second.
"I wonder if a Sorcerer Orb would be able to contain Iblion...I suppose it should, if we have something powerful enough to contain him...I think, again, it would come down to either Azerian or Spencer."

******

Delegata smiled and nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

via Cape of Good Hope

The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:-snip-

"I...don't know what happened to Azerian that is the thing; he still persists, but...he also doesnt. My attempts to contact him have just been met with haze and a splitting headache, and often times...well...it...it was rather embarrasing, let's just say that."

Alena sighed and blushed slightly. However the colour quickly faded.
"Whatever they have done to him, it will require some work to take fix it."

She gestued to Spencer.

"Spencer, for obvious reasons, is out of action."

******

Iblion giggled before his hands moved up from her chest to just around her neck. Once again, his nails pierced flesh, but this time they brought a slight burning sensation. He began to draw close to her ear, as he always did when his honeyed and invigorating tones spouted sweet nothings and intoxicating fantasies from his silver tongue.

"How should we make permanent our bond? How shall we seal our pact forever...how shall we join ourselves in..." he smirked slightly before he continued, "...unholy matrimony."

The nails sunk slightly deeper.

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