Nagaram

[Rayleonarde]

As the chain-mailed warrior was about to strike Viola, he stopped and stared at the sky.


Meanwhile...


In between Soulez and Tenliov, there was a massive caravan approaching. It carried what appeared to be a bundled up tent, and hundreds of wagons behind it. The figure at the lead had a huge smile on his face, a top-hat jauntily bouncing atop his head, and beautiful white gloves.  Behind him, a massive wooden frame held a large brass bell, beautifully crafted and polished to perfection. After reaching a large enough clearing in the woodland, the troupe began setting up the tent. As work was being done, the lead figure reached behind him, and rang the bell, signalling all who could hear it; the circus was in town!

[Farewell]

Zaida eventually went unconscious from the sudden outburst and fell to the floor.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

((Stowe, just gonna help you out again by bringing you up to speed. Currently, Al and Viola are out in a foresty area engaged in battle with some arch-angels. Zaida and Raz are outside a (I want to say) pub.))

[Razuel]

Although Raz was afraid of Zaida, when she had fallen, Raz went under where her head would've fallen to cushion her fall, and with all ignoring the newcomer.    After breaking her head's fall, Raz pushed on her side in a nudging motion, trying to wake her back up.

[[INACTIVE]]

(Restarting because my last character was boring and I want to start a new.)


Name: Redford Stowe
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Clothing: Knight's Armor
Weapon: Large Claymore
Bio: Born on a small farm in the middle of no-where, Redford was an only child. So, like any child in these ages. He hurt himself alot. Climbing trees, exploring and other out door activities. At age 9 he and his father began to train with swords and shields, Redford became a master of it around the age of 20 and joined the Tenilov military. Serving for 10 years he left and became a sword for hire. He wanders to this day.
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Redford was riding through a rather large forest, in the distance he saw a group of people fighting. He scanned them and unmounted his horse, pulling his blade out he slowly crept towards them.


He hid behind a tree and watched as the figure in chain mail fought someone else.

[Rayleonarde]

The massive plate-mailed archangel hefted his blade up high, aiming to strike Al down in a single flourish.


At the circus site, construction was nearly finished. The final painted boards acting as a fence were brought up, and the massive brass bell was lifted to a much taller structure before being rung again. The second tolling rang farther and louder than the first, easily being heard for miles, the warm tone inviting all that could hear it to great fun and merriment.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al prepped himself to dodge the attack, gripping his right side. Got to play it smart. His armour has to have a structural weak spot somewhere... Some place I can pierce it. Blast this rain! And blast those annoying bell chimes! He thought, not taking his eyes off the blade.

[Rayleonarde]

The blade, though heavy, got caught in a crook in a nearby tree, halting it's progress almost immediately. The plate-mailed warrior grunted in surprise, and tried to break the weapon free.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al pulled a knife from it's hilt with his left arm and let go of his right side. He turned his attention to his opponents back, taking the time to look closely at the plate-mail. Come on... Some where at the joints... or maybe... Maybe if I hit him hard enough on the helmet, it'll disorientate him long enough for me to hit him again. And again. Until he doesn't get up....

[Rayleonarde]

And there the weakpoint Al sought was. A hairline fracture, barely larger than a hair, it would give way with enough force.


The chain-mailed warrior, who had been standing by, made his way towards Al, seeing no honor in fighting Viola.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al heard the chain-mailed warrior move towards him, and also saw the weak spot. This is insane. He thought as he pulled another knife from it's hilt into his right hand. I'm insane. He thought as he raised a knife. The first blow is to land it. The second blow is to send him home.

[Rayleonarde]

The chain-mailed warrior made his way to Al, his blades carving into the earth as he moved.


The plate-mailed warrior grunted, and continued to try and free his weapon.

[Cifero Windtail]

The monstress lifted her head slowly with a wicked smile. She stood and looked down at the bowing king. Her body covered with obsidian like armor, her short fur flowed as black smoke rose from her body, her eyes pitch black only with sharp gold pupils. "You bow down to me~" she said in an unsettling voice, it sounded as if several voices spoke simultaneously from her. The guards would've done something but all of them seemed lifeless and their horses bowed somehow remaining calm.
The kings eyes widened with fear and began to go black, he grew weak and pale as Zaida consumed his soul. The kingdom went dark, and the citizens began to flee. Each building slowly started to crumble. "I tried to be patient with you damned mortals! Your ancestors worshiped me... that was. before the gods forsaken me..."

"Mm, I'm sure that's the reason." He teasingly said with a nod. Devin folded the clothe differently to a cleaner side and proceeded to clean her fur off, it was beginning to wash off.

Viola stared up at the sky for a moment as well, wondering what the other person was looking at. As they ran away, though, she quickly dashed to Ray's cross and searched around it, trying to figure out a way to get down. As she did so, she kept her hands on her own daggers, just in case the man decided to come back. As she glanced back over, though, she realized that Al was getting double-teamed, and, deciding that Ray would be fine for now, drew her daggers and began to sneak up on the angel. I'm so going to hell for this...




Zanthe's cheeks burned scarlet as both blood and dye were washed away, exposing her pale white fur. Just underneath, there seemed to be several scars running across the catfox's abdomen.

[Razuel]

Raz kept shaking Zaida, trying to wake her up, and even though it didn't seem to be working, he wouldn't stop.

[Farewell]

He eventually finished cleaning and sat the rag down on the floor "There all better... it's a shame you have to wear dye."
Zaida sat up feeling lightheaded and her stomach twisting up with guilt. She glanced over at Razuel and picked him up without a single word and started to walk off into the woods.