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    The Worst Is Death, and Death Will Have His Day [Open; Introduction]

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    Post by Guest 26th February 2016, 9:36 pm

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
    TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: ###   |  NOTES: ...

    I know that all beneath the moon decays,

    The storyteller spoke, rustling the leaves of the trees, whispering inward tales of malice, betrayal, death, and decay. Sparks danced through its torrent, ashen dots on the sky as they twisted and twirled to the inaudible music of the world. They fluttered and flew toward the base land, toward the place that they would call their home once settled delicately. This wind, it said nigh of the tale from which it carried this ash, just that it blew it toward what would be its home. Through the woods of Spooky Forest, entangling in the leaves that chose to bow to the storytelling lord. A story which couldn't be easily told, but easily listened to when the wind spoke of the decadence of Death. How this story would play out... the wonders to which this ash was born and driven from, away to a new world.

    And what by mortals in this world is brought,

    By and by, these ashen splatters swirled, until they reached the placid lands of the ancient world. They fumbled together, shifted and turned; first the touch of fingers, then the grace of a hand, then the elegance of an arm. Crushed one by one into the shape of a man, till the last drop of the ash created the billowing cloak of this figure. The wind, savoring its creation, smiled upon this man, ruffled the coal that was his hair, and played through his blood-stained clothes. Then as if frightened by a predator, the prey ran, and the wind disappeared from the tatters and tears of the fabric. Crunching of the feet, and this man made his way toward the doors of Savage Skull, dying sparks watching the world. This door creaked open, and the echos of feet sung their melody into the crisp air, where the man stopped.

    In Time’s great periods shall return to nought;

    The door that he had touched crumbled to pieces like the agony of waiting for time to pass to something new. Crumbled, until nothing was left, but the ash of what had been... and so began the death of what was around him. That which was beneath his feet would turn to black, to the color of which Death would make it once life was taken. He paid no mind to this, as if what was happening around him was something he was entirely used to seeing. Perhaps, this was true. Perhaps, it was the death of which had come to things that left this man mindless to it. Standing now, in this world of black and death, this man would wait for someone to cross paths with him. This man... Marcel... stood with his arms crossed and his back stiff as a board, watching for what prey would land in his trap.

    I know that all beneath the moon decays
    credit goes to Lunar of GS & THQ
    Dubhlainn
    Dubhlainn

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    Lineage : Knight of Black Ice
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    Guild : Savage Skull - The Escort
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    Post by Dubhlainn 27th February 2016, 12:18 am

    Lifeless, still and cold the old and ancient cove of the Lichborne, the skies are polluted in the ash and black grey that flew through the air and floated like the dying stars. All the world’s evil all the world’s monstrosities, its flaws were as a result of human tyranny, narrow the minds the Savage kin would be but not all fell into the darkness of a reality that not even a child expect to foresee. The fort looked abandoned, cobwebs show signs of neglect as he would walk to the interior it was different, the cement and brick looked as if it was in its younger years, there was a courtyard before the guildhall, the huge old hardwood gates close, and the groaning of the hinges breaks the silence.

    Hence there was no mistake; activity in this guild increased greatly and its renovations was one of the signs. The doors to the guildhall open and yet not a man in sight, a candle is lit in the center of the guildhall, glowing much like hope inside the dark confines of pandora’s box, inviting this crimson wanderer in. Time was humanity’s greatest ally, its greatest enemy as it gives and takes away, a reality that continued to exist forever more, time took away the guild’s strength, its glory and granted it nothing but shadow, only the latter remains as the greatest and darkest of minds fade before the sunrise of the day. Hope comes in many forms but here, there is hope as the ambition of the absent and late Guildmaster, the archduke who founded the guild and so in the age of today all those who seek refuge in the shadows find themselves here, to others it’s nothing but a den of wolves but others call it a sanctum for it was the only threshold that sheltered them from a world that had denied and rejected their existence, who’s sins haunted them, twisted and turned them into what individuals considered and feared as monsters.

    And one of these monsters escaped from a world he can never accept, a conflict that never ends.

    However it is inevitable for as long as humanity continues on its struggles there shall be war, its part of nature and will continue to sow seeds that would mend themselves till eternity judges them of their untimely demise. He hears death, a contract with death, the servitor, the messenger and her faithful follower the Dullahan.

    Or so he has been heavily mistaken as one.

    Temptation would have stirred him, would have caused the man in crimson to walk in, he who expects consequences of his decisions the time he set foot in this place, the candle flickers and thus loses its light, a hope in the dark blown out as it were, the guild hall doors close behind him as several candles began to illuminate across the entire guild hall, the innocent monster stands in the guise of a stone faced man in a black suit. Footsteps can be heard from outside, surrounding the guild hall, an arranged formation that blocks all kinds of escape. A few men emerged from the curtains and as they gaze upon the crimson man, they were shocked see what seemed to be a horrible fate.

    There’s a huge resemblance between the two, perhaps a long lost relative? Couldn’t be, this is just a coincidence, in fact it’s funny how they traded of similar stares as he walked in. The truth behind the urban legend of the dullahan, faced off with a crimson man who has yet to give out his name and thus:

    “I ask… who you are?”

    Mirrors on the wall
    Who lead a life astray?
    Who separated this lamb from its kin?
    Both these men stand before each other.
    One serves death, one uses her.
    Who shall fate favor?
    Who shall death smile upon?
    The black messenger or the Cursed Crimson Scholar?
    There can be no better fateful encounter
    Than the face of men who were so similar in more ways than one.


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    Post by Guest 28th February 2016, 9:53 am

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
    TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: ###   |  NOTES: ...

    Red orbs gazed into their rivaled black ones, the silence only increasing between the two servants of Death. The gray-skinned, sickly-looking man raised a hand and pointed a knobby, bony finger at himself when the Dullahan questioned him. A sly grin spread over his mouth, revealing the sharp fangs that looked ready to tear flesh off of bone. He would drop his hand away from his chest, but that estranged smile would remain plastered to his face.

    "I am the destroyer of worlds... the thing that tears families apart... the heartache a person feels when their love is taken... I am Life... I am Death... I am nothing and I am everything... I am in the wind in the sky and the water in the river... I am what decays the world around you and what gives the world life; I am the Taker and I am the giver..." he spoke in a deceivingly beautiful voice.

    He paused in his words to let them sink in for the little Dullahan, never faltering in his smile as the quietness returned. His oculars would sweep away from the one in black, coming to rest on the visionary of the crumbling world around him. Marcel stepped toward his greeter, and the blackness that surrounded his feet extended outward, creating a path.

    "I have many names... to some I am Misfortune, to others I am Mr. Unlucky... I am the Master of Fright... a Demon of Light..." The smile brewed upon his lips as he continued the riddles, and stopped just a few feet before the Dullahan. "But for now, I go by the name of Marcel Anicetus... much more amicable than Death... wouldn't you say?" He moved his hands back behind himself and clasped them together there, taking on a regal stance in front of the Savage Skull member.

    "Now that you know my name, do I get to know yours? Or am I standing before a nameless pawn of Death?" The smile disappeared, as if he had lost that friendliness toward someone who worked under the same name as he. "No... you are more curious to know why I am here, aren't you? Well, I will tell you that information then. I am here to join this decaying guild? Why? Because of Death and Decay; yes, this will be my new home..."
    credit goes to Lunar of GS & THQ
    Dubhlainn
    Dubhlainn

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    Lineage : Knight of Black Ice
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    Guild : Savage Skull - The Escort
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    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 3,737.5

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    First Skill: ??????
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    Post by Dubhlainn 29th February 2016, 4:00 pm

    There was one thing Dubhlainn hated more than anything; words that were even unnecessary to the answer her gave out, he did gave a lengthy introduction but the later was ridiculous and it took seconds for him to reveal the true answer. From an expressionless and stone face, a slight change of his expression began for a moment, it looked like he twitch but actually he was meant to scorn before this crimson visitor. Regardless of who he is and no matter how similar they both are, Dubhlainn remains apathetic before him and if anything Dubhlainn has reason to fear;

    Fear that Marcel would live up to his words or that he’d be judged as a hypocrite.

    He says not a single word as most mages of the Azeron Alliance would act this way, some believed they are the greater of two evils but in time, they would be proven wrong. There’s some spirit in him as it seems this man has some potential whose ambitions would grow and surpass expectations. One look in a man would say a thousand words much like how a picture should be, Marcel would have made an impact…

    … if he didn’t sputtered and pulled such mediocre and hypocritical lines from a stage play.

    Some of the men watching continued to harbor the thought that they look the same but regardless of the similarities; they were brought up differently and have their own personalities. Marcel would have already tripped on a land mine when he mentioned that Savage Skull is decaying, should he continue to sputter out saliva, he’d end up having a cut tongue and be reprimanded for his tomfoolery.

    He was just the same as Veil, completely annoying, possessing the same level of mediocrity as most mages do.

    “How… enthusiastic of you, I am called Dubhlainn.” His reasons for joining the guild sounded ridiculous, it’s almost as if he was making a front but what does he have to hide behind? If that were the case, Marcel would stick out to be too suspicious, he can’t tell whether he’s underestimating or overestimating him as he sounded like a blind fool that what he claims to be. However even fools can actually prove their words and as such Dubhlainn wish to not judge too soon. He simply accepted him no matter how irritated he is, Marcel made a terrible first impression, now is the time for Marcel to pray that he doesn’t make the same mistake as to what he did to Dubhlainn.

    “If patience is within you, then I shall call upon someone who would like to meet you.”


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    Post by Guest 29th February 2016, 4:26 pm

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
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    Raised differently? Certainly so! This man... the Cursed Crimson Scholar as he was dubbed... was raised in royalty! He was the King of Kings, the ruler of the peasants, the seafarers, those who stepped foot into Earthland, and... the dead. In no way would he be the clone of someone as lowly as the Dullahan before him. Not. In. A. Million. Years.

    That scornful look of his wrinkled up Marcel's nose in disgust toward Dubhlainn; a look worthy of killing him for. The man turned abruptly away from him, red eyes sweeping over the men that stared the two of them down. He shot them down with his own disdainful look, then sauntered over to one of the tables of the guild hall. Marcel regally plopped himself down on the seat, and his eyes were cast back to the black shadow of a man.

    "Bring them forth! I have nothing to hide," he ordered Dubhlainn, merely taking note of the man's name. In turn, he relaxed back and would wait for whoever it was that the mage had in mind for him. Though it came as no surprise to him when he heard that someone wanted to meet him. Of course his people would want to meet him! He was king after all! However, he was quite picky in who was to see his appearance, and thus, the reasoning for his cloak. The gray-skinned man stared back into the burning abysses of Dubhlainn's, as if tempting to do something more. He had all the patience in the world if that's what the man wanted to test.
    credit goes to Lunar of GS & THQ
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    Post by Cecile 2nd March 2016, 8:02 am

    Within time a face entered the scene. A man whose approach was clearly given away as he made his way through the darkness of the guild. His shoes clacking against the cold stone pavement, echoing through its endless halls. And as this imminent sound came to a sudden halt, a face would emerge from the shadows. Yet one that you wouldn't expect to find in such a defiled home.

    Appearing from these very shadows, was the face of an old man. One who could be easily estimated to be somewhere in his seventies. Maybe even older.
    Yet it wasn't his age, or his rather energetic demeanor that was such a strange occurrence in the guild. But it was the genuine kindness that his face portrayed. This was Viktor R. Albeit, an household servant of the darkest of guilds, Savage Skull. A man who against all logic had found his home in a place that many would avoid.

    'My isn't this intriguing' spoke Viktor. 'Not only has this soul managed to survive the Spooky Forest. But he also manages to walk into the darkest of guilds, yet still stands to tell the tale... Tell me Mister Dubhlain, have you grown weary of your task of protecting our dear halls. Or is it that you see some kind of merit in this man?'
    Dubhlainn
    Dubhlainn

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    Lineage : Knight of Black Ice
    Position : None
    Posts : 540
    Guild : Savage Skull - The Escort
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 3,737.5

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: ??????
    Second Skill: The Esper
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    Post by Dubhlainn 10th March 2016, 5:00 am

    "I have not Sir Viktor." Whether they maybe a visitor, a spy or perhaps a refugee from the legal world, Dubhlainn intends to go on with this procedure of allowing people to come into the guild and once they have exited the courtyard and into the guildhall, they would be shut off from the world outside Savagte Skull and trapped by a squad of court guards, armed and strong. Of course Mikomi's men from the Pillar of Hidden Daggers contribute to this procedure. A few mages were of course requisitioned in case the wanderer would try to escape, for once you're in, you can never come out and if they did, they would never be the same person again.

    "I am not so sure about that, its too early to decided for his judgement."
    Dubhlainn has every intent of eliminating the crimson scholar but as such he gave them a chance to prove themselves and should they fail, they will be eliminated, such as the procedure. He hated unnecessary words added to their answers, it only reveals to him that they are either compensating or that they must justify themselves before him just to decrease the level of anxiety as they approach.

    This kind of thing happens all the time, even some of the members of Basilik Fang would share similar scenarios such as this. To Dubhlainn, this can never be uncommon to him.

    Men who hid themselves in plain sight were still commenting that Dubhlainn and the Crimson Scholar hold similarities in appearance.

    "Your orders, Sir Viktor..."


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