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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 4:35:02 GMT
Azorath  | WORDS 572 OUTFIT click tagged open |
Having his body nearly shattered, Azorath had finally managed to calm Judgement's rage and gain control of the armor. Every movement sent a sharp pain through his torso, however, he had long since acclimated to such grievances. The helm of Judgement would slide down the male's face, allowing him to see with his own eyes. "Couldn't you have picked somewhere warm to settle down you sodding demon?" All around Azorath as far as the eye could see was an endless void of white snow, luckily, there was no blizzard but he knew that could change at any moment. "Hmph, I lost track of the dark lord, be grateful I've allowed you a moment to stretch your legs." A low voice would reply in Azorath's mind, he and Judgement were both linked and could speak to one another vie a telepathic link so to speak.
Letting out a heavy exhale, a cloud of steam would flow from Azorath's lips as he raised a hand up to block the sun. There was no villages in sight and he had no idea where he was, quickly glancing from side to side the only way he could figure to keep going was forward. "Well you be glad that I'm letting you use my body. Anyone else would have died by now and you're not doing me any favors by being a smart ass." Azorath would chuckle as Judgement let out an annoyed growl, his armor had quite the temperament and it was a drastic contrast to his witty and comical personality. The trek back to civilization would be a long one, though this was not anything new. He was just thankful that he still had most of his bones intact. Fearing that the next time Judgement took over and his body would break, Azorath had every intention to make some coin. Healing magic was not cheap and he often had to visit a skilled mage or alchemist to repair his body because of the Judgement armor's resistance to magic.
It had been several hours of walking when the black swordsman came to a halt, jabbing his sword in the snow below so that he could rest. Leaning on Last Rites, the male would look out to the glacial waters, the reflection of the sun glimmering off the calm waters helped to illuminate several of the colorful fish. "I could use something to eat. I've been running on empty for a while now. What do you say demon?" Azorath would ask out loud as he examined the shimmering scales of the fish just inches below the water's surface. "Hmph, your appetite never ceases to slow us down. Very well human, gorge yourself so that we may continue on." Azorath would let out a hearty chuckle as he shook his head from side to side. "Well look who's talking. You're constantly feeding off of me you hypocrite!" Azorath would place his hands along the bandoleer of daggers strapped along his chest. "Alright, let's catch something to eat." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 16:37:42 GMT
Hades was marching his way through the tundra. The crisp cold wind stung against his skin, but frostbite was the least of his concerns. His bearskin cloak was draped over his head like a hood and his seal blubber tunic helped keep his body warm. He had been traveling for a few hours at this point, and his hunger was starting to catch up with him. Hades needed food and fast. He was more than capable of hunting, but the problem was finding something to hunt.
As another gust of wind blew in, Hades gripped his bearskin cloak tighter and marched onward. Soon he reached the top of a small hill and was treated with a great sight. In front of him was a significant body of water. It could have been a lake or a sea, but Hades was not worried about that. He was focused on the various fish that were swimming about, whose scales reflected the sunlight perfectly.
Near the shore of the sea was somebody else. At least, Hades assumed it was somebody. They stood out like a sore thumb against the icy white terrain in their dark armor. Hades decided it would be best to leave them alone if he could. They did not look too friendly.
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Post by The Chosen on Oct 13, 2016 20:51:02 GMT
So after a long trek into the mountains surviving the cold with a lot of heavy clothing on him. James lit the way with his lantern that had more practical use besides being the very symbol of his Chosen-hood still though with all his heavy clothing and the holy flame that kept him warm it was still rather cold outside.
James was starting to run low on energy as he was getting hungry and running low on the provisions his parents packed for him. James saw two others nearby the ocean as one seemed to be getting ready to do some fishing. The cold seemed to let down a bit as he remembered that Zephiles was coming along too and thanks to his parents he was given warm clothes and rations as well. James welcomed having a friend along for this training and it was nice to talk to someone who understood Koa' and his power. As James arrived at the ocdan he got out his fishing rod and sat down on the soft cushion that he had brought along as he set his golden lantern holding the Holy flame down next to him.
"Well at least this cold is good for endurance training but we all need to eat so lets hope the fish are still biting."
James said as he saw the other two nearby as he was not really concerned with their appearances.
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Post by Neo-Devil on Oct 13, 2016 21:08:20 GMT
he walked to the mountains, wearing what he always wore, being a half demon, he found that he could handle the cold, of course he had to keep up disguises at times to hide his heritage for obvious reason, mainly to avoid discrimination. he had a fur cloak on top of the rest of his cloths along with a red scarf that James' parents gave him. he decided to follow James because he seemed to be a nice kid, and could use the training, chosen or not the kid had great potential. Zephiles got to the ocean, and saw the others there. he walked up to James waving to him. "Hey James, finally caught up to you." he greeted the chosen with a smile.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 6:50:25 GMT
Azorath  | WORDS 531 OUTFIT click @depressedcripple |
There was a low whistle that sliced through the silence as Azorath glanced down to the ocean. Before the fish could react, a large salmon had been stabbed by the silver blade of one of Azorath's many throwing knives. "Aha! Well, you're a large one aren't you?" The swordsman would chuckle in delight as he reeled his catch in by the thin piece of string he used as a tether. Soon, the crystal clear ocean would be tainted with a cloud of sanguine that arose from his kill. Before long, Azorath would kneel down to the water's edge, hoisting the salmon up in both hands. The damn thing was twenty pounds in weight and quite wide for even a salmon, it was rare for them to come in this close. If he had to guess, there must have been something else hunting them in the deeper parts though if that meant more fish were closer to him, then by all means.
Feeding a line through his belt, Azorath would hang the fish along the left side of his hip, looking to catch more while he had the opportunity. Good fish could go for some coin and now was the perfect time for any fisherman. Or so he thought, as if the signal to come fishing had been blared, more souls began to show up from seemingly out of nowhere. To his far right was what appeared to be a fellow cloaked in a heavy bear fur. His complexion was a little more green then what normal humans would have and although he looked particularly normal, Azaroth could only assume he might be an Orc or a very sick man. "Human...I smell something drawing nearby. One who shares my same origin but I sense no malicious intent." The deep voice would growl in Azorath's mind, causing him to look about. To his surprise there was a heavily cloaked figure and what appeared to be a blonde haired kid. If Judgement had sensed a demon, this one was not particularly evil, though the feeling still made the possessed armor uneasy. "I see. Well don't worry, looks like most of em are just here to enjoy the fishing too." Judgement would give a dismissive growl, returning to his silent stead.
The rugged man brought a hand up, lightly running his fingers along his jaw. The light stubble on his face was particularly rough, however, he couldn't feel a thing with the gauntlet's covering his body. Instead, a somewhat loud scratching noise was heard, like sandpaper rubbing up against a block of wood, he had little time to take care of simple things like shaving, he considered giving it a go now. Looking about curiously, Azaorth decided to take the initiative, there were people around and maybe some of them had the tools to start a fire, so why not share. "Oi! If you guys are feeling hungry, I've caught a big bastard right here, damn fish could feed all of us. The water's good, might as well join in right?" He would chuckle softly, looking back to the two males and then the Orc who had been watching from a little ways away. |
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