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Enter The Mountain City Of Iceland [Iceland Conflict Event Thread]
Wed Dec 16, 2015 11:16 pm
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9/30/2415, 6:50 PM; CST Standard Time
The time is currently 6:50 PM in Ísafjörður, Iceland. This is a moutain-city and it is secluded higher-up in the snowy peaks of Iceland. Therefore, it is frigid, cold and filled with a crimson and red sky. There is a dense red dome around the city and the objective for Shadow Fall is to block incoming Vanguard from storming the city. While, for protags, their objective is to clearly get through.
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Re: Enter The Mountain City Of Iceland [Iceland Conflict Event Thread]
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“Clank.. Crack.. Clank.. Crunch.. Clank… Crunch”
The echoing sound of heavy footsteps, followed by tremors would be felt throughout the city as a single form began to walk through it’s empty expanses. A sound that any vanguard member would recognise from one of their former wardens, an individual known as Blackheart Gremory. Who’s armor clad appearance would have begun to approach the middle of the city even with random enemy troops trying to slow him down. He was a elephant among ant’s and his calm demeanor would clearly show this, as he wasn’t about to raise his hand even as useless magical and physical attacks slammed against his many ton’s thick armor, his gleaming red gaze showing partially from beneath the top of his helm, as he couldn’t really understand why the vanguard would start such a pointless fight in the first place. Had in the small time he had left the vanguards policy have changed? It made a guy wonder when an organization dedicated to protecting the inhabitants of earth essentially waged war against those same inhabitants in the first place, but.. for now that didn’t matter to him, no instead as he let his gaze focus inwards to a lone individual who radiated power like a sea has it’s depth.
“.. Could i ask you to leave this place, i do not know for what purpose but the vanguard want’s these lands for themselves.”
His tone was curt and his speech was clipped, accented by a strange dialect that only could be found in the world he had destroyed all those years ago by himself. But for now? The Davana of Bare-Hand Combat would have allowed his posture to remain neutral , while at the same time maintaining a certain gravity about himself even though for the moment, he didn’t even exude a lick of spiritual energy, seeing as his armor itself was draining mostly all of it in the first place, acting to suppress that immense spiritual pressure of his hiding the shark that lay dormant beneath the cloak of a sheep, yet for now? The Man merely settled to tilting his head to the side , a small jet of steam blowing up from beneath his helm, the ground grinding and crushing beneath him, as his mere steps brought cracks and fissures in the pavement, due to his immense weight, a weight that was greater than what any normal man could carry without being ground into dust that would be blown away in the wind.
Even though he was no longer technically a part of the vanguard, the davana of bare-handed combat would still command respect from these men, and as such had ordered before hand for the entire city to be evacuated in light of what surely was going to be an impending fight, a fight that more likely than not, was impossible to avoid in the first place. Yet he still didn’t feel the need to rush this, continuing to walk at his own pace, as he had for the past 8,000 years, as he had when he had brought his own world to it’s knees. As he had when he had emerged, and as he had since then. His gravelly voice echoing from beneath his helm once more as he approached, roughly 50 meters from the other now. His whole form probably coming into view at this point, like an emissary of death garbed in it’s black mourning armor.
” If not i will unfortunately have to have your name, as chivalry dictates i put one on your tombstone. It also dictates that i make sure no one else will be caught up in this unfortunate and otherwise childish spat that the vanguard has on their own decided to wage against shadow fall for reasons that i probably don’t have the patience to grasp nor understand. “
The Man knew he was rambling a bit he didn’t care that was the thing with him, he just moved along at his own pace despite his strictness and his otherworldly determination. For now though he settled with a casual remark while he closed the gap, 30 meter’s remaining between him and this .. other demon who radiated so much power that it could be considered to be quite absurd. His whole body exuding a calm determination, as if he knew that more likely than not it wouldn’t be a one sided fight, it would be one of those dance’s that fighters have fought since the beginning of time. That unproductive dance that continued to bring his calm blood to an otherworldly boil.
” But.. this isn’t about what i understand, now is it? I am merely an emissary that seeks for this world in which lives are sacrificed day in and day out for no reason other than petty strike to end. If this is a stepping stone towards that goal, then well. . . Who am i to question it or stand in the way of that?.. still though.”
The Davana of Bare-hand Combat would say in a slow flat tone that showed the true weight of 8000 year’s of carnage, even despite his dislike for war and the killing of innocents on any real level. A voice that showed even though he disliked it? He still would pound this individual into a grease-stain if that was what was needed for him to help quickly end this war. Seeing as the Danava of Bare-hand Combat wasn’t here to parley.. nor to negotiate, he was here with an ultimatum , leave or be forced to leave. It wasn’t a matter of power.. or confidence, it was that as he had before and as he would continue to do, he’d march step by step, moving forward one step at a time, until he achieved his goal of a war without war.. conflict and strife. Even if he must subject himself to the highest level of hypocrisy to do so.
“.. I don’t suppose you would just leave this city peacefully.. of course not.. you too are a warrior who has his own path to follow. In which case.. Either you strike me down.. or i will strike you down. I may not kill you because life is precious. However i will be taking this city. ..so for your sake.. i hope you throw the first punch. my fellow warrior. “
With the niceties out of the way he stood. 10 meters away from the other warrior and waited. To see which instinct would win out in this case. To see if it would be flight. or if it would be fight. As yet again this unproductive dance which would ultimately lead towards this ideal world began again. The endless cycle continuing to turn, one step .. at a time..
The echoing sound of heavy footsteps, followed by tremors would be felt throughout the city as a single form began to walk through it’s empty expanses. A sound that any vanguard member would recognise from one of their former wardens, an individual known as Blackheart Gremory. Who’s armor clad appearance would have begun to approach the middle of the city even with random enemy troops trying to slow him down. He was a elephant among ant’s and his calm demeanor would clearly show this, as he wasn’t about to raise his hand even as useless magical and physical attacks slammed against his many ton’s thick armor, his gleaming red gaze showing partially from beneath the top of his helm, as he couldn’t really understand why the vanguard would start such a pointless fight in the first place. Had in the small time he had left the vanguards policy have changed? It made a guy wonder when an organization dedicated to protecting the inhabitants of earth essentially waged war against those same inhabitants in the first place, but.. for now that didn’t matter to him, no instead as he let his gaze focus inwards to a lone individual who radiated power like a sea has it’s depth.
“.. Could i ask you to leave this place, i do not know for what purpose but the vanguard want’s these lands for themselves.”
His tone was curt and his speech was clipped, accented by a strange dialect that only could be found in the world he had destroyed all those years ago by himself. But for now? The Davana of Bare-Hand Combat would have allowed his posture to remain neutral , while at the same time maintaining a certain gravity about himself even though for the moment, he didn’t even exude a lick of spiritual energy, seeing as his armor itself was draining mostly all of it in the first place, acting to suppress that immense spiritual pressure of his hiding the shark that lay dormant beneath the cloak of a sheep, yet for now? The Man merely settled to tilting his head to the side , a small jet of steam blowing up from beneath his helm, the ground grinding and crushing beneath him, as his mere steps brought cracks and fissures in the pavement, due to his immense weight, a weight that was greater than what any normal man could carry without being ground into dust that would be blown away in the wind.
Even though he was no longer technically a part of the vanguard, the davana of bare-handed combat would still command respect from these men, and as such had ordered before hand for the entire city to be evacuated in light of what surely was going to be an impending fight, a fight that more likely than not, was impossible to avoid in the first place. Yet he still didn’t feel the need to rush this, continuing to walk at his own pace, as he had for the past 8,000 years, as he had when he had brought his own world to it’s knees. As he had when he had emerged, and as he had since then. His gravelly voice echoing from beneath his helm once more as he approached, roughly 50 meters from the other now. His whole form probably coming into view at this point, like an emissary of death garbed in it’s black mourning armor.
” If not i will unfortunately have to have your name, as chivalry dictates i put one on your tombstone. It also dictates that i make sure no one else will be caught up in this unfortunate and otherwise childish spat that the vanguard has on their own decided to wage against shadow fall for reasons that i probably don’t have the patience to grasp nor understand. “
The Man knew he was rambling a bit he didn’t care that was the thing with him, he just moved along at his own pace despite his strictness and his otherworldly determination. For now though he settled with a casual remark while he closed the gap, 30 meter’s remaining between him and this .. other demon who radiated so much power that it could be considered to be quite absurd. His whole body exuding a calm determination, as if he knew that more likely than not it wouldn’t be a one sided fight, it would be one of those dance’s that fighters have fought since the beginning of time. That unproductive dance that continued to bring his calm blood to an otherworldly boil.
” But.. this isn’t about what i understand, now is it? I am merely an emissary that seeks for this world in which lives are sacrificed day in and day out for no reason other than petty strike to end. If this is a stepping stone towards that goal, then well. . . Who am i to question it or stand in the way of that?.. still though.”
The Davana of Bare-hand Combat would say in a slow flat tone that showed the true weight of 8000 year’s of carnage, even despite his dislike for war and the killing of innocents on any real level. A voice that showed even though he disliked it? He still would pound this individual into a grease-stain if that was what was needed for him to help quickly end this war. Seeing as the Danava of Bare-hand Combat wasn’t here to parley.. nor to negotiate, he was here with an ultimatum , leave or be forced to leave. It wasn’t a matter of power.. or confidence, it was that as he had before and as he would continue to do, he’d march step by step, moving forward one step at a time, until he achieved his goal of a war without war.. conflict and strife. Even if he must subject himself to the highest level of hypocrisy to do so.
“.. I don’t suppose you would just leave this city peacefully.. of course not.. you too are a warrior who has his own path to follow. In which case.. Either you strike me down.. or i will strike you down. I may not kill you because life is precious. However i will be taking this city. ..so for your sake.. i hope you throw the first punch. my fellow warrior. “
With the niceties out of the way he stood. 10 meters away from the other warrior and waited. To see which instinct would win out in this case. To see if it would be flight. or if it would be fight. As yet again this unproductive dance which would ultimately lead towards this ideal world began again. The endless cycle continuing to turn, one step .. at a time..
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