"Is everything ready?" the young man demands as he walks through the ditch. His hair is a pale gray blond, and the marking of the sun is on the right side of his face, slightly darker and more saturated than his normal tan - wheat skin tone. His eyes are a sharp gold, and he wears a military officer's uniform, yellow with stripes of white and gray at the hems and the sleeves.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" one asteroid announces while following the sun prince around, "We're fully prepared."
The newly dug trench is well lit by the floating light orbs around, and asteroids and occasionally comets and stars occupy the space, checking if their weapons are ready.
"We attack in ten minutes! In waves, V formation; get the word around!" the prince announces, "By the end of the hours this Lunar stronghold will be ours."
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Coincidence @
Teleoste ))
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Neoma watches the continuous glow in the island across from the fort. They are going to attack, and they will attack in minutes. She can see the trench of the Sun Flared and their light.
She moves away from the balcony and into the building.
"You've got fifteen minutes at most to prepare your weapons and spells," she says callously as she moves past the Moon Raised soldiers inside the fort, "Get ready to defend." She pauses, "I have to write a letter to His Majesty."
And with that, she disappears into the inner halls while the soldiers now rushing to get their arrows and spears.
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Eskria @
AngstOnTour ))
The hour is darkening as the realm goes into its daily night hours. Both sides are now, fully ready, to fight.
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Teleoste @
FAERIIES (In case you want to do something with your neutral characters) ))
This roleplay is still open! Join us through the
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"Is everything ready?" the young man demands as he walks through the ditch. His hair is a pale gray blond, and the marking of the sun is on the right side of his face, slightly darker and more saturated than his normal tan - wheat skin tone. His eyes are a sharp gold, and he wears a military officer's uniform, yellow with stripes of white and gray at the hems and the sleeves.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" one asteroid announces while following the sun prince around, "We're fully prepared."
The newly dug trench is well lit by the floating light orbs around, and asteroids and occasionally comets and stars occupy the space, checking if their weapons are ready.
"We attack in ten minutes! In waves, V formation; get the word around!" the prince announces, "By the end of the hours this Lunar stronghold will be ours."
@
Coincidence @
Teleoste ))
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Neoma watches the continuous glow in the island across from the fort. They are going to attack, and they will attack in minutes. She can see the trench of the Sun Flared and their light.
She moves away from the balcony and into the building.
"You've got fifteen minutes at most to prepare your weapons and spells," she says callously as she moves past the Moon Raised soldiers inside the fort, "Get ready to defend." She pauses, "I have to write a letter to His Majesty."
And with that, she disappears into the inner halls while the soldiers now rushing to get their arrows and spears.
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Eskria @
AngstOnTour ))
The hour is darkening as the realm goes into its daily night hours. Both sides are now, fully ready, to fight.
@
Teleoste @
FAERIIES (In case you want to do something with your neutral characters) ))
This roleplay is still open! Join us through the
OOC if you're interested! ))
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Metis swore under their breath at the spokeswoman's warning. It was a matter of time his job threw them in this position, and hell, he suspected it going into today's shipments to the fort. It still didn't make the situation good.
As the energy and pace picked up, so did Metis' haste. They were grabbing, moving, sliding final boxes of cargo with newfound haste. All while, of course, dodging around bustling Moon Raised soldiers. He had no reason to be moving fast other than looking productive. With such high tensions, being yelled at was not high on their list.
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Metis swore under their breath at the spokeswoman's warning. It was a matter of time his job threw them in this position, and hell, he suspected it going into today's shipments to the fort. It still didn't make the situation good.
As the energy and pace picked up, so did Metis' haste. They were grabbing, moving, sliding final boxes of cargo with newfound haste. All while, of course, dodging around bustling Moon Raised soldiers. He had no reason to be moving fast other than looking productive. With such high tensions, being yelled at was not high on their list.
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Nembus managed to weave her way around the crowd of soldiers, knowing that her reputation as a star could be damage should she be seen once again. Thankfully that cargo supplier didn't say anything the first time she was caught, but she knew she may not be quite as lucky the next time that she tries to sneak about. So, Nembus had to find a way to get 'lost' in the battle. That of course also meant she ran the risk of getting caught by a Sun Flared, but that was a risk she was willing to take if it meant avoiding a fight.
Nembus half-heatedly prepared her spells. She always found herself needing her healing spell on a daily basis, no matter if there was a battle or not, so it was best to get ready just in case.
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Nembus managed to weave her way around the crowd of soldiers, knowing that her reputation as a star could be damage should she be seen once again. Thankfully that cargo supplier didn't say anything the first time she was caught, but she knew she may not be quite as lucky the next time that she tries to sneak about. So, Nembus had to find a way to get 'lost' in the battle. That of course also meant she ran the risk of getting caught by a Sun Flared, but that was a risk she was willing to take if it meant avoiding a fight.
Nembus half-heatedly prepared her spells. She always found herself needing her healing spell on a daily basis, no matter if there was a battle or not, so it was best to get ready just in case.
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Dimorphos
Somewhere within the bustling swarm of Sun Flared soldiers stood a very ill prepared Dimorphos. He wasn't entirely sure how he ended up here staring down a moon raised fortification. Not in any way was he a trained soldier or anything that could be helpful in this situation. He wasn't here to be some sort of meat shield, right? Someone expendable here just to tire the enemy out?
Dimorphos did his best to swallow his fears, although that was hard with the worried lump in his throat. Everyone else looked so confident. They moved around with purpose and laughed at jokes to try and ease the tension. Maybe they were all better at hiding than him.
In the asteroid's scarred hands was a borrowed halberd. It was a weapon he had only ever used twice before but he knew it better than the others he was offered. He desperately hoped the fight would somehow be over before he would have to swing it at someone.
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Dimorphos
Somewhere within the bustling swarm of Sun Flared soldiers stood a very ill prepared Dimorphos. He wasn't entirely sure how he ended up here staring down a moon raised fortification. Not in any way was he a trained soldier or anything that could be helpful in this situation. He wasn't here to be some sort of meat shield, right? Someone expendable here just to tire the enemy out?
Dimorphos did his best to swallow his fears, although that was hard with the worried lump in his throat. Everyone else looked so confident. They moved around with purpose and laughed at jokes to try and ease the tension. Maybe they were all better at hiding than him.
In the asteroid's scarred hands was a borrowed halberd. It was a weapon he had only ever used twice before but he knew it better than the others he was offered. He desperately hoped the fight would somehow be over before he would have to swing it at someone.
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Leo
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Leo maneuvered through the moon raised soldiers as he heard the warning call from somewhere, a bit further away. Fifteen minuets until battle, fifteen minuets until unnecessary fighting, fifteen minuets until he would have to fight people that he once knew, that he once considered friends.
Leo normally walked around with his wings out but, due to the crowd space, they were hidden. It might have been better this way, he looked a little less like a sun flared with his wings hidden away. However, he still felt the glances and whispers from his now fellow moon raised, he hopped that he wouldn’t be mixed up with the enemy in battle.
The large group of people running around was a great source of heat, Leo could already feel his temperature rising, which meant that he could finally start preparing. Granted, he still needed a little more heat to do what he needed, so for now he kept walking around, unsure of who he would bump into.
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Leo
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Leo maneuvered through the moon raised soldiers as he heard the warning call from somewhere, a bit further away. Fifteen minuets until battle, fifteen minuets until unnecessary fighting, fifteen minuets until he would have to fight people that he once knew, that he once considered friends.
Leo normally walked around with his wings out but, due to the crowd space, they were hidden. It might have been better this way, he looked a little less like a sun flared with his wings hidden away. However, he still felt the glances and whispers from his now fellow moon raised, he hopped that he wouldn’t be mixed up with the enemy in battle.
The large group of people running around was a great source of heat, Leo could already feel his temperature rising, which meant that he could finally start preparing. Granted, he still needed a little more heat to do what he needed, so for now he kept walking around, unsure of who he would bump into.
Cygni summons his wings, peeking above the trench to see the Lunar fortress on the island across from them. He has a shield on one arm, and a spear on the other.
The prince gives his mark, and the Sun Flared soldiers charge toward the fortress, in a giant, loose V shape. Arrows are shot in their way, and Cygni raises his shield to block the arrows, flying through the empty space between the islands. The asteroids continue to drift forward in the V formation while the few stars attending this battle zoom ahead, with a few asteroids tagging along their trails.
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Neoma glares down at the incoming Sun Flared soldiers; the arrows are killing some, and more damages are done when the Moon Raised uses magic blasts. None of the stars have been injured so far, which is bad for them.
At the entrance of the fortress, more soldiers gather there, with their shields and bladed weapons, ready to defend the base.
Cygni summons his wings, peeking above the trench to see the Lunar fortress on the island across from them. He has a shield on one arm, and a spear on the other.
The prince gives his mark, and the Sun Flared soldiers charge toward the fortress, in a giant, loose V shape. Arrows are shot in their way, and Cygni raises his shield to block the arrows, flying through the empty space between the islands. The asteroids continue to drift forward in the V formation while the few stars attending this battle zoom ahead, with a few asteroids tagging along their trails.
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Neoma glares down at the incoming Sun Flared soldiers; the arrows are killing some, and more damages are done when the Moon Raised uses magic blasts. None of the stars have been injured so far, which is bad for them.
At the entrance of the fortress, more soldiers gather there, with their shields and bladed weapons, ready to defend the base.
Arrokoth rides the gaps between the islands on the tails of advancing stars. His equipment—shortsword for close-quarters combat, crossbow for anything else, and basic medical tools—sits, uncomfortable, on his back. He's clearly not meant to mingle with the soldiers in the trenches, not by the medic's uniform nor the noncombatant insignia on his shoulder, but by the prince he
needs a star.
The fortress up ahead is formidable, with the cluster of mages and soldiers at its front even more so, but he carries on. Dodging magical explosions, the fallout, asteroids' bodies and weapons, he painstakingly advances with his star brethren, though their magic he cannot hold claim to, and that is why he is here. Far behind the lines, there are few wounded, but up here those who are hit are almost always instantly dead. At least there are no grievous injuries this early into the battle, and those who deserve it rest eternally.
There is a star, he sees (quite easily, they towers over everyone around him) fighting with a horde of Moon-raised asteroids, all the way ahead of him. Clearly a powerful mage, but would they accept then a lowly comet's request? And what if he is a spy on the other side, looking to take advantage of the chaos of battle to steal a spell off of a rival star? Though, narrowly avoiding a shell exploding over his head, he sets off in their direction, stepping over bodies (some moving, some not) and flashing through the clash of steel on steel. Even if he wouldn't get his request granted, a star is a star, and a star is a choke point, undoubtedly the safest place to be.
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OverheartBlue
Arrokoth rides the gaps between the islands on the tails of advancing stars. His equipment—shortsword for close-quarters combat, crossbow for anything else, and basic medical tools—sits, uncomfortable, on his back. He's clearly not meant to mingle with the soldiers in the trenches, not by the medic's uniform nor the noncombatant insignia on his shoulder, but by the prince he
needs a star.
The fortress up ahead is formidable, with the cluster of mages and soldiers at its front even more so, but he carries on. Dodging magical explosions, the fallout, asteroids' bodies and weapons, he painstakingly advances with his star brethren, though their magic he cannot hold claim to, and that is why he is here. Far behind the lines, there are few wounded, but up here those who are hit are almost always instantly dead. At least there are no grievous injuries this early into the battle, and those who deserve it rest eternally.
There is a star, he sees (quite easily, they towers over everyone around him) fighting with a horde of Moon-raised asteroids, all the way ahead of him. Clearly a powerful mage, but would they accept then a lowly comet's request? And what if he is a spy on the other side, looking to take advantage of the chaos of battle to steal a spell off of a rival star? Though, narrowly avoiding a shell exploding over his head, he sets off in their direction, stepping over bodies (some moving, some not) and flashing through the clash of steel on steel. Even if he wouldn't get his request granted, a star is a star, and a star is a choke point, undoubtedly the safest place to be.
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OverheartBlue
One day, will these too become but distant memories?
. . .
Yes, in the blink of an eye.
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Coincidence should I keep on pinging you? ))
With another power stab, Cygni killed another asteroid. He tries his best to not think about this; this is war, and his prince needs him to fight. So he will fight to the best of his abilities.
He whips around, pointing toward the strange celestial in not quite a medic's or a fighter's uniform. He whips around again after seeing that the celestial is a Sun Flared.
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Coincidence should I keep on pinging you? ))
With another power stab, Cygni killed another asteroid. He tries his best to not think about this; this is war, and his prince needs him to fight. So he will fight to the best of his abilities.
He whips around, pointing toward the strange celestial in not quite a medic's or a fighter's uniform. He whips around again after seeing that the celestial is a Sun Flared.
Luxar glances over at the folded paper bird that has just appeared on his desk. He pulls it over and unfolds it; a letter from Neoma. He reads through it. Then, he refolds it into a paper plane and aims it into the fireplace.
Just, random Luxar post --))
Luxar glances over at the folded paper bird that has just appeared on his desk. He pulls it over and unfolds it; a letter from Neoma. He reads through it. Then, he refolds it into a paper plane and aims it into the fireplace.
Just, random Luxar post --))
Sitting alone in a dark room, a hooded figure waited.
Legs kicking back and forth on the ground, listening to the screams and clangs of weapons as stars and asteroids alike fell in battle, the assassin heard the faintest flash of cursed fire and caught the scroll in her hands.
Eyes scanning through the contents of the scroll, she tore it to pieces and rubbed her hands together. At last, an exciting task. But also potentially deadly. She knew that certainly, she'd have to call on Jaciah for help healing later on. This wouldn't be an easy task, and she was bound to get hurt.
A mission to kill the Lunar Prince was never an easy task- no, not just "not easy", it was completely insane- and under normal circumstances she'd already have rejected the offer and burned the scroll down as well as blacklisted the client from her services.
But whoever had offered her this job had also offered her money. A lot of it. Enough to pay those who had assisted her and build herself a new identity.
And besides, they had already paid.
Might as well get the job done.
Closing her eyes and focusing, the assassin took a moment to breathe and summon her trademark weapon- a claymore that did the job well, carefully forged so that it would still be heavy enough to bash through objects with ease, but not too heavy that it would take too long to swing or attack with. Thinking the job over, she decided against it, and went with two daggers, sharp as razors. Slipping them into the sheaths at her hip, she pulled her hood over her head and put her mask back on.
The mask was a simple Columbina mask, black as ebony with some silvery designs on it. Nothing too flashy. but still recognisable, so her victims knew who was doing the job and that they would typically be granted a swift and merciless death.
It was a small comfort, to the ones who were dying, to know they were going to die quietly and without pain.
Leaping out of the window, Ess made her way through the streets and through crowds, up until reaching the Moon Raised stronghold. It was quiet, despite the many guards, and her entry into the stronghold almost went unnoticed.
Woe be on the guards who saw her, knocked out in seconds by the hand of a trained killer.
Hopefully they'd live.
When she finally found Luxar's location, she stopped in front of the room's doors for a few moments. Was it right, to betray the side she had once allied with and so boldly commit such a heinous crime? Was it?
Ugh, why the jitters now? She'd done this many times before, she could do it again.
Shaking off the anxiety she felt creeping up her spine, the feeling of stones pressing down ono her lungs instantly vanished. She hadn't even known she was holding her breath.
The door was opened with ease, quietly, quietly. She entered the room with a blade in her hand, quietly, quietly. The door clicked shut behind her, quietly, quietly.
And then she was standing in the same room as Luxar, the Moon Prince as she'd once known him as, and the target of her assassination.
Sitting alone in a dark room, a hooded figure waited.
Legs kicking back and forth on the ground, listening to the screams and clangs of weapons as stars and asteroids alike fell in battle, the assassin heard the faintest flash of cursed fire and caught the scroll in her hands.
Eyes scanning through the contents of the scroll, she tore it to pieces and rubbed her hands together. At last, an exciting task. But also potentially deadly. She knew that certainly, she'd have to call on Jaciah for help healing later on. This wouldn't be an easy task, and she was bound to get hurt.
A mission to kill the Lunar Prince was never an easy task- no, not just "not easy", it was completely insane- and under normal circumstances she'd already have rejected the offer and burned the scroll down as well as blacklisted the client from her services.
But whoever had offered her this job had also offered her money. A lot of it. Enough to pay those who had assisted her and build herself a new identity.
And besides, they had already paid.
Might as well get the job done.
Closing her eyes and focusing, the assassin took a moment to breathe and summon her trademark weapon- a claymore that did the job well, carefully forged so that it would still be heavy enough to bash through objects with ease, but not too heavy that it would take too long to swing or attack with. Thinking the job over, she decided against it, and went with two daggers, sharp as razors. Slipping them into the sheaths at her hip, she pulled her hood over her head and put her mask back on.
The mask was a simple Columbina mask, black as ebony with some silvery designs on it. Nothing too flashy. but still recognisable, so her victims knew who was doing the job and that they would typically be granted a swift and merciless death.
It was a small comfort, to the ones who were dying, to know they were going to die quietly and without pain.
Leaping out of the window, Ess made her way through the streets and through crowds, up until reaching the Moon Raised stronghold. It was quiet, despite the many guards, and her entry into the stronghold almost went unnoticed.
Woe be on the guards who saw her, knocked out in seconds by the hand of a trained killer.
Hopefully they'd live.
When she finally found Luxar's location, she stopped in front of the room's doors for a few moments. Was it right, to betray the side she had once allied with and so boldly commit such a heinous crime? Was it?
Ugh, why the jitters now? She'd done this many times before, she could do it again.
Shaking off the anxiety she felt creeping up her spine, the feeling of stones pressing down ono her lungs instantly vanished. She hadn't even known she was holding her breath.
The door was opened with ease, quietly, quietly. She entered the room with a blade in her hand, quietly, quietly. The door clicked shut behind her, quietly, quietly.
And then she was standing in the same room as Luxar, the Moon Prince as she'd once known him as, and the target of her assassination.
 
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