Sanar: The Relic of Time

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Walking up behind Flame was a familiar white-haired smartass. He had longer than average hair for a male, and it was tied back in a ponytail in the exact same fashion as flame's. I don't mean just "oh they're similar hairstyles." Exactly the same down to the last freaking lock of hair. It wasn't intentional, they just coincidentally had very similar taste in hairstyles. He got into her house without much trouble. The door was unlocked and he lived a few houses away, so he invited himself in. "Oh come on it wasn't that bad. I certainly enjoyed your activities two years ago." Beuce said with a chuckle as he plopped down on the couch next to her. Randomly enough, it started hailing inside. it wasn't enough to actually cause any pain, it just kind of slapped against their clothes and disappeared.

Isidiuka stood at the top of a platform, addressing his people. "Citizens of Isidiuka! Hear me now. We will take back the pieces of the Sanar, beat back the forces of Inranahe and the Aisiki, and then resurrect our fallen comrades! As it is your will, it is my mission. Steel yourselves, for the oncoming months of the war will be hard fought. But know that so long as i live, i will serve the people. I will be the shield which defends from the mightiest blows, and the sword which cuts down our enemies. I have cast off my own name, and taken up that of my country! For Isidiuka!" As the speech ended, he walked off of the platform and inside a set of doors, leaving the cheers of the crowd behind. He sat down on his bed, thinking of what was to come. There was a rumor that the new leader of Inranahe was a young girl with questionable origins. She was only a human, like himself, but she had no powers. Nevertheless, her fighting capabilities were beyond extraordinary. She would be a tough opponent. He sat, deep in thought for a while.

 

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As the speech ended and everyone headed back to their respective places, Kruez simply wandered around for a bit. He had plenty of time to kill and wasn't expecting anyone to come seek him out, so why no spend some time alone to collect his thoughts. Once he'd found himself a quiet place to sit, he leaned against the tree and took out his glove. Much like the hat he was wearing on his head, it was a memento from his father. One that he didn't want to lose. ​

 

Ulrich listened to the speech, but he frowned with disapproval. The prospect of more deaths and the promise of revival through the Sanar bothered the wizard. He sighed instead of cheered, and began to walk away instead of clapping. Ulrich disliked fighting and killing as much as he disliked the divide between the nations. After much thinking, Ulrich noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked in their direction and noticed it was Kreuz. Ulrich followed Kreuz and watched as he sat beneath a tree, taking out a glove from a pocket. He always noticed that Kreuz wore a stereotypical wizard's hat and found it humorous, although the humor was quite bittersweet to him since Kreuz would always wear it as though he couldn't live without it. "Pot. Kettle. Black." Ulrich sighed, subconsciously caressing the duster he wore.

Ulrich moved closer to the young man.

"Allo!" Ulrich hailed, smiling and waving at Kreuz as he slowly closed the distance.

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Vladimir clapped at the end of Flame's speech, wanting to let everyone know that he was on their side and that he was very much a soldier to the new young leader. He did not care much for her, however. Flame had a purpose and her purpose was to help him escape his fate. To escape death and to destroy the soul, to cheat the Devils of their prize. In return, he would provide her with his loyalty and strength, to continue to develop a foothold against the Aisiki and Isidiuka... a path that conveniently intertwined with his own plans. With a sneer, hidden by his helm, Vladimir turned and walked away, heading to his own respective home to continue training. His black cape fluttered behind him like a flag of darkness as he wandered away, his long legs giving him a stride that most men would envy. Vladimir stood at a near seven-feet in height and possessed a width that screamed power. To normal humans, he might as well have been a Devil... and even his wicked black blade at his hip added to the appearance. Nevertheless, Vladimir was still merely a human living on borrowed time with borrowed power. He did not want it all to fade away now, not since he had gotten this far.

 

Isidiuka

On top of a building a short distance away from the speech Isidiuka had given, a young avian by the name Sebastian Abject watched silently. He had his back turned to the leader, and he was a little bit away from him, but the avian heard every word as clearly as if he had been sitting directly in front of Isidiuka. Sebastian, while paying attention to the leader's words, was more concerned with listening for any sound that was out of place, suspicious, or different in general; as was expected of someone on guard duty. He could quite often be found where he was, crouched on the edge of the building and observing the distance. His skills as a scout were phenomenal, and he was putting them to use quite expertly. His keen eyes scanned the distance, slowing down over every other building in the distance, simply waiting for something to try to disrupt what peace that could be found there.


The giant, mutant rat known as Anthrax certainly fit the description of unusual. A behemoth of a creature, Anthrax was only slightly taller than most humans, but when it came down to taking a hit there was nobody better in his opinion. A clawed hand appeared on the edge of the building Sebastian was on, followed by a second, and then only moments later it was followed by Anthrax himself. "Sebastian watching again?" came the question. When the monster saw his friend nod as a yes, Anthrax couldn't help but laugh, a laugh that sounded more sinister than friendly by far. "Sebastian boring. Always watch, no play, no fight"
"Sebastian protect, Sebastian stop threats"
To this response came yet another laugh. Two in five minutes, that had to be some kind of record for him. "There no threats! Anthrax kill threats" the rat exclaimed gleefully. For all Anthrax's effectiveness in combat, when it came to conversation or really anything that required thinking, he was far more a burden than a being of use.

Inranahe
Elsewhere, far away from the Isidiukans, with the other people of Inranahe, Yana Aegrum sat. She had listened to all of Flame's speech. The witch agreed with most of what their appointed leader had said, the Isidiukans did have to be stopped. Though fighting for peace? The very idea of peace was one that nearly caused Yana to vomit. She had never been one that liked the quiet. She much preferred the screaming, the cries of pain the filled the air, and the despair that came after it that followed prey being caught. Yana, still close by but only sitting on the ground, had caught a mouse. She had used magic to catch it, which was sort of cheating, but she didn't mind; a kill was a kill. "Little mouse, don't try to run. There's no escaping from what comes" the witch said, her mouth opening slightly wider in a kind of grin as she cast a simple spell, sending a small jolt of black electricity running through the poor, defenceless mouse and ending its life instantly.

On the outskirts of Inranahe sat another magical being. Not a witch, but something altogether different. A majestic dragon was nestled on the outskirts, unable to hear exactly what the warrior in the center was saying but knowing roughly what would be said. Stop the Isidiukans, get Sanar, etc etc. The dragon, Calor was his name, was extremely young for a dragon, but in human years he would be considered ancient. He had seen many 'leaders' rise up and claim to lead a revolution, and had seen many more fail.

What was her name? Flame? Calor made a hmph sound at the rememberance, causing a small ring of smoke to come from his nostrils. Flame? Fire? She was no flame, she was a mere human that chose to lead, that was all in his eyes. If it came down to fire, he believed in himself much more than he did in her. He was an almighty dragon, lord of the flame, able to create a blazing inferno from a mere sneeze. But he knew he could not be a leader. For all his pride and confidence, Calor knew that even for a dragon he was extremely arrogant. So he chose to be a follower, rather than a leader, lending his power rather than showcasing it. The dragon saw cheers now, which probably meant the speech was over. Standing back on his hind legs and flapping his wings, Calor let out a mighty roar that echoed throughout the city to show his support, before letting himself fall back onto all fours and settling down once again.​

 

Isidiuka
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Kreuz was awoken from his trance like state when he heard someone call out to him. Looking up he saw that it was Ulrich who was approaching him. Since he too was a wizard it wasn't strange for him to come towards him. He gave him a return wave to show that he acknowledged his presence. Instead of tucking the glove back into his pocket, he instead slipped it onto his right hand. Sure it did amplify his magic to an extent, it was nothing more than a simple glove unless he actually used a spell.​

Inranahe​

While Zero had chosen not to go hear the speech, he instead has been working on his skills with his guns. While they were magical, if he was crap using them, then the guns might as well be crap. Right now he was in the backyard of his home firing any at some targets he'd set up. For the most part his accuracy was still the same, but there was still more that he needed to improve on. When the guns had run out of ammo, Zero took a seat on the ground and took a break. At least I can use the gun without putting on the armor His gaze was aimed at his magic necklace as he thought. Of course having a magic armor that you could done on at any given point was a good thing, still didn't mean that there weren't some downside to it as well.

 

Ulrich stopped a few feet from Kreuz, still maintaining his smile, eyes squinted into fox-like slits. He kowtowed, hands together as if in prayer, a greeting he often used. "It must be lonely," He said at last. "Sitting beneath this tree, looking at a prized memento." The smile became something sad, sympathetic, full of genuine emotions. Ulrich began to think of his own past, of his lost friends, of his own path as an orphan. He never knew what it was like to have parents, to know the love of a mother or the pride of a father. The wizard shook the thoughts of his past out of his mind swiftly, not wanting to falter. "I wish, however," he continued. "That I knew what it was like to have someone close to me. I've always been a drifter, and being here and being accepted with open arms has comforted me greatly, even when I felt as though I was going to break asunder." He felt the gentle breeze of the wind upon his cheek and felt the earth beneath him shift, so powerful was his link to nature. The very reminder that he was a wizard comforted him, for without it, he wouldn't be with Kreuz to keep him company, to grow an attachment to an ally. "Why is it that you sit alone, Kreuz?" Ulrich concluded, his words laced with sagacious undertones, a prompting of philosophy and introspection.

 

"well..." Beuce said, scratching the back of his head. To be honest, he wasn't really sure himself. For one thing kicking some Isidiukan butt seemed fun, but more than that... "I guess i just kinda heard you were in a bind and came to help you out." He said honestly with a warm smile as he put his arm around her. She was leaning on his shoulder so it's not like she would be exactly against it. Plus, they'd been pretty close a while back. Back when flame's activities for making money weren't exactly respectable. When he heard she'd become the leader of their faction, Beuce couldn't help but chuckle and think to himself 'ambers? no way.' But it was true. There she was, giving speeches and rallying crowds like no other. Honestly, Beuce was happy to see that she was getting somewhere. He knew she always hated her job. Pay was crappy. I mean, one kinah? A girl's eat people.


After the speech, a massive thunderclap accompanied the roar let out by the dragon. The cause was none other than the most ancient creature in the entire city. As Calor was young among dragons, Roman was young among elementals. But he had been around since shortly after the start of this war. Only recently did he choose to participate, as he was little more than a child among his kind. Yet, he was very accomplished in the arts of magic. Elementals had an affinity for it, but he took it to a new level. Called a prodigy. He longed to do something more than sit and watch as most others did. He decided to join Inranahe in their fight. "Hello, Calor" Said the elemental in a rather strange voice. It wasn't exactly sound, more thought. But it was easily distinguishable as an outside source. ​

 

"Nah, you'll do great." Beuce said with a reassuring smile. "You're textbook rebel. Everyone loves a rebel." He said trying to convince her that the people liked her. "Besides. I'm pretty sure you're tanky enough for the whole country. Those Isidiukans don't stand a chance." With a laugh, he stood up and bowed. "A duel we'll have. Just don't expect any lack of meteors this time. Since we're in the back yard, i don't have to worry about wrecking your furniture." He grinned and walked out the back door, turned on the battle music, and pulled out his tome due to his weapon in his character sheet being changed. "Hope you're ready for this sparks. I don't know the meaning of the words "hold back". I should really google that one day..."

Isidiuka looked up at Trevor, about to protest, but he knew better. Trevor wouldn't back down even if he did, so may as well just go along with it. Perhaps he was right. Maybe he did need to unwind a bit now and then. Draw your bowstring too tight and it's bound to snap. He stood and selected a game. A fighting game as it was. This was his area of expertise in the game world.

'the hell time period is this set in anyway?"

Isidiuka placed the game into the console and began playing. ​

 

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Hiro only stood away from everyone against a wall as Isidiuka made his speech. He didn't applaud, only glare off into the distance as a familiar young woman walked up beside him. She said something but he still didn't look at her. Although he seemed to be ignoring her, he was actually listening to her. He knew her as Xero due to it being the nickname he gave her a while back, everyone else knew her as Roe. All she was doing was talking about the speech and the Sabar. But Hiro didn't care much for either, he just wanted to find a way to find some quiet area. Hiro sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the wall with a frown. He could feel the other part of him stirring and wanting to get out, but he would only refuse to let it take over.

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Roe quietly stood in the crowd as Isidiuka made his speech and everyone cheered. She saw Hiro on the sidelines as usual and soon made her way over to him. Butterflies found their way in her stomach as she approached Hiro, he always made her nervous for some reason.. maybe it was because he was always grumpy. Roe shook the thought out of her head and walked up to the young man, "Hello." She said as she knew that he wouldn't respond to her. She knew that he would listen to her though, "If we get the Sanar we can bring back our fallen warriors." Roe said with a small smile that soon disappeared, "Since it manipulates time and all... Maybe I can see my sister again. Just maybe..." Roe looked back up at Hiro again, "Is there anyone you want to see again, Hiro?" She waited a few moments only to not get a response from him. She made a small frown and sat down on the floor by his feet, "Well, even if you're not saying anything, I still think you're missing someone."

OOC: Edited. Is that better Gabi? Just tell me if I need to change something again. :¦

 

Sess listened to the speech and smiled. He felt bad about everyone who had died in the war, about the folk who suffered from the losses. He felt much empathy for Inranahe, as well. Sess began to drift away to a dream, where he would save as many lives as he could with his crystalline sword and end the bloodshed. He wanted to so bad... to make the pain fade away. He didn't have many friends, he was alone, and he felt that helping people in the midst of war would make them like him. He truly believed it. However... "Where's Tinarah?" Sess asked himself, curious. He looked around, befuddled, and even leaped high into the air with his magic to see. Nope, no one. With the aid of his wind magic, he stood afloat and realized that someone was peaking out their window. In Tinarah's house. His silly smile became a full blown grin. He soared towards her house, crying out "Tinarah!" He zoomed and whizzed through the air, spinning and speeding with much excitement. "Tinarah!!! Whoa!" Sess cried, flying through the open window, unable to slow or stop, and landing on her floor, rolling towards the wall; which fortunately halted him... and gave him a good sized knot on the top of his head as he giggled with a glazed look in his eyes. "Oh, look Tinarah... birdies..." he chuckled, half nervously and half dazed.

 

Beuce stumbled backwards from the shield bash. He was seeing stars for a moment. He cast some form of magic to quite literally expel the stun from his body. In his skills bar, a chain skill showed up which he promptly activated. In a flash of light, he was gone. About 30 meters behind Flame, he reappeared. As he began to float, to magic sigils appeared on either side of him. After spinning wildly for a few seconds, the formed into drills of wind and launched themselves at flame with immense force. The second he landed, he began casting an ice spell to slow her approach.


Prowling around the shadows of Inranahe was an assassin. However, this was no ordinary assassin. He could be everywhere at once. All the shadows around you would suddenly turn against you. Prowling around the two oldest beings in the country was one such incarnation. A bulky male version. He blended into the shadows so well, he was nigh invisible. Drawing a knife from his belt, he dashed forward and drove a knife into the dragon's throat.

All throughout the city, each person had an incarnation of the hundred faced shadow stalking them. Yana, Vladimir, Beuce and Flame, none were without a ghost in their shadow. ​

 

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Vladimir felt on edge. For the longest while, he felt as though he was being watched, followed. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and he paused. "A Devil? A Demon? Is it time to collect?" Vladimir asked aloud, his tone one of amusement. He drew his large, black broadsword, muttering a mere fell word whilst drawing a sigil in the air. The infernal rune was visible as it was alight with black hellfire. Vladimir ran his hand over the rune, wiping it from existence; but he felt its cold presence through his plate gauntlet, threatening to turn his hand to literal black ice. "Macabre..." the Hell Knight muttered, slamming his hand into the earth with monstrous strength, tearing asunder the ground. From the ground in an all encompassing circle, with a ten foot radius, pikes and spears made of black, alien steel shot upwards through the cracks of broken earth. "I'll draw you out. I'll break you. I'll have a new trophy to mount upon my wall." Vladimir promised coldly, his voice hollow.

 

Calor stopped roaring as he felt the dagger pierce his skin. The mighty dragon fell onto all fours, before collapsing onto the ground altogether. How could I let such an insignificant creature catch me off guard, and to such an extent! Calor wondered amidst his pain. With a great thud, Calor's great wings fell over the top of his body. His eyes searched for the one that had caused him this fatal injury, but they found nothing; no creature to scorch with a final breath. As the dragon's heart beat for the last time, he couldn't help but wonder who would even notice he was gone, or who would miss him. The final thoughts going through this once proud and powerful beast, were those of loneliness and longing.

 

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Hiro finally looked at Xero with a frown mixed with a confused look, "Missing someone?" He scoffed, "Everyone I know was killed by the thing that you and I both fear. They'll probably only try killing me once we bring them back." He said as he still looked at Xero and then turned his head away. Hiro almost winced at the thought of Shiro and memories of him making Hiro watch as he killed his allies. He felt even more uncomfortable that he was near Xero, and the thought of Shiro killing her was something he'd rather not think of at all, "The only thing I really miss is being alone."

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What Hiro said last struck Roe in a way. Did she really not mean that much to him? Roe looked at the ground with rather sad eyes and brought her knees up to her chest, "Well.. we have to go searching for the pieces soon." Roe then thought about her sister being with her again, "Once we get my sister back, I want you to meet her." She said as she looked back up at Hiro with a half hearted smile.

 

Sess winced as the wounds, mostly the big bump, began to mend. Healing wasn't all what it was cracked up to be, what with the fixing and the reordering and whatnot. In the end, magic wasn't a miracle; there was a price. The price for idiocy was pain. Sess wanted to laugh at that realization. He simply let himself be washed away by the healing pain, with the comfort of Tinarah's hand guiding him. When she finished, he sat himself upright and smiled his goofy smile, something that was impish and innocent. She asked him a question, and it took a moment for it to register. Sess's smile became a grin. "Sorry," he apologized. "I was looking for you, but you weren't outside. So, I came here instead! I figured you could use some company. Must be lonely..." Sess explained, his eyes sparkling.