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    It is eight years before the Vault of Glass is breached and Atheon is defeated. The various Fallen Houses compete for power in a deadly game of plotting, intrigue and war. Among the most prominent is the House of Flames, one of the oldest and largest Houses remaining. Unlike many of their fellow Houses, they have been uninvolved in the attack on the Traveler, because instead, they have problems of their own...

    The House of Storms, a House as old as the House of Flames, has been growing restless. Their Kell, Neiksis, has recently made attempts to gain power. Through deception, persuasion and trickery, he has secretly earned the loyalty of several important figures in the House of Flames.

    Soon, however, the Flames will find out that that is not the last of their worries.


    The standard RP rules apply in this thread. If you're not familiar with those rules, they are very simple.

    1. Don't control the characters of other people, unless they allow you to.

    2. Don't be overpowered. This means no invincibility, and no killing large groups of enemies without taking a scratch.

    3. Don't do stupid things that screw over the story.

    In addition, for those who are also on the other RPs on this wiki, forget what you think you know about RP. Write short posts, so others can interact with your actions. There's no fun in RPing if you write an entire passage without anyone being able to react to your actions.


    Use this format for your character card:

    - Name:

    - Species: (Unless you have a very good reason, this should be Fallen)

    - Affiliation:

    - Rank:

    - Equipment:

    - Bio:

    - Notes (optional):


    PLAYER CHARACTERS:

    Phokass, Flame Baron - ReDquinox

    Erevahiss, Flame Captain - FireDrag1091

    Siariks, Flame Archon - Orion Caelum

    Tavris, Houseless Captain - Warboss75

    Rhall, Storm Archon - NegativeZero.0

    Srivikiss, Storm Archon - NegativeZero.0

    Kelliks, Flame Captain - Lengendary7

    Yhaliks, Flame Captain - Death's Accolyte8

    Thäris, Flame Captain - AzureAzulCrash

    Neiksis, Storm Kell - Inquisitor01


    This is a tie-in to the House of Storms series of RPs. Check the threads for more information about these Houses.

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    • Kelliks , flame captain 

      Species: fallen

      Affiliation : house of flame

      Rank: captain 

      Equipment: shrapnel launcher ,twin swords 

      Bio: kelliks being one of the most highest ranking captains within the house of flames  known for brutality and showing no mercy for the weak. He was once a dreg and then moved up to a vandal and then a captain but was humiliated by the barons and archons of house of flames,from a captain to a dreg and vowed  he would get his position back , make it so the house of flames would beg for mercy at his feet by becoming the best , but he was never the best . He got the honour of being titled flame captain. But still he vowed for every member of the house of flames to die in the most unimaginable way possible 

      Notes ( kelliks has 3 arm his lower right arm was blown in battle )

      Kelliks cloak has rip marks in the middle to signify how he would break the house of flames

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    • - Name: Phokass

      - Species: Fallen

      - Affiliation: House of Flames

      - Rank: Baron

      - Equipment: Shockstaff (This is basically a staff with a Shock Blade on each side), Shock Pistol, Shock Dagger

      - Bio: Phokass is a Flame Baron and one of the most trusted lieutenants of Krashnik, Flame Kell. He has always been one of the most loyal members of the House of Flames, and he earned himself a reputation as being a very skilled combatant with his signature weapon, the Shockstaff, during the many conflicts with other Houses.

      - Notes (optional):

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    • Name: Rhall, Storm-born, Archon of Storms and devotee of Elkris Prime

      Species: Eliksni (Fallen)

      Affiliation: House Storms

      Rank: Archon

      Equipment: Shock-bayoneted shrapnel launcher, Shock grenades, Archon armour, Storm cloak, Arc shield

      Bio: Rhall was born, as most Eliksni are, to unknown parents within his house. From a young age, he showed both leadership abilities, and fierce devotion to the house's prime. It was not long before the young fallen was promoted to first to captain, then to archon, and bound to the high servitor Elkris-6. Since then the archon has stubbornly watched from his kell's side as the House of storms has slowly crumbled. Both he and the other remaining storm nobles are sick of this state of affairs, and are prepared to do something drastic to save their house from extinction.

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    • Name: Srivikiss, Storm-born, Archon of storms and devotee of Elkris Prime

      Species: Eliksni (Fallen)

      Affiliation: House Storms

      Rank: Archon

      Equipment: Dual Shock blades, Shock grenades, Archon armour, Storm cloak, Arc shield

      Bio: One of the few remaining storm nobles who has not fled his dying house, Srivikiss is an exceptionally zealous individual, even for an archon. It is both widely known, and painfully obvious, that he has been seeking the long-vacant post of archon priest, and will do nearly anything to curry favor from Elkris prime to be named so. He is one of the storms calling the loudest for drastic action to save the house, and fully intends to sway the unconvinced to his view, or remove them from his way.

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    • (Important note to newcomers:

      To represent the Eliksni being a once-noble race, fallen from their past glory, we have previously decided that three languages are spoken amongst them.

      The first is a common speak, known by all Eliksni, which is represented by middle english here.

      Examples: Thou, art, hath

      The second is a ceremonial speak known only by barons, archons, archon priests, and kells. This is represented by modern english.

      Examples: You, are, have

      The third is binary, a code-speak only spoken by servitors and archons. While servitors are capable of speaking a few key words in common-speak, they require archons to effectively communicate with other fallen.

      Binary is not typically written directly, but rather the gist of the conversation is mentioned by an archon for comprehension of both other characters and other players.

      Example: Elkris-6 emitted a burst of binary.

      Rhall: "Elkris-6 demands access to thy systems at once!"

      If any new players have any questions, feel free to ask, and I'll be happy to answer.)

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    • (I'm debating whether or not I should have Scythe make a cameo. This would be about the time that he discovered the House of Blades.

      You guys are free to use anything that I've mentioned in previous RPs)

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    • (Of course we are. I doubt it will appear, though, because the Blades have nothing to do with this whatsoever.)

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    • Inquisitor01
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    • Lengendary7 wrote: Kelliks , flame captain 

      Species: fallen

      Affiliation : house of flame

      Rank: captain 

      Equipment: shrapnel launcher ,twin swords 

      Bio: kelliks being one of the most highest ranking captains within the house of flames  known for brutality and showing no mercy for the weak. He was once a dreg and then moved up to a vandal and then a captain but was humiliated by the barons and archons of house of flames,from a captain to a dreg and vowed  he would get his position back , make it so the house of flames would beg for mercy at his feet by becoming the best , but he was never the best . He got the honour of being titled flame captain. But still he vowed for every member of the house of flames to die in the most unimaginable way possible 

      Notes ( kelliks has 3 arm his lower right arm was blown in battle )

      Kelliks cloak has rip marks in the middle to signify how he would break the house of flames

      (I have a couple of issues with your character.

      First off: why would any of the Barons decide to give him the rank of Captain when he vowed to make the Flames suffer?

      Next: why does he simultaneously want to regain his rank within the Flames and destroy the Flames?

      And finally: how would he ever destroy the entire House of Flames on his own?)

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    • (No, Inq, Kahniss was. Rhall was with them since always. Check DF if you wish.)

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    • (Oh right. Sorry about that, I'll remove the post.)

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    • (Wow, this whole RP looks promising, and Forge of Gods is moving kind of slow right now. Would you guys mind if I joined?)

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    • (Of course not Warboss. Feel free to make a character.)

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    • (By all means, do join. We're short on characters at the moment, and I can't be the only one actually playing a protagonist.)

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    • (On another note, although I already adressed it in the description, it's not fun for the others when you write entire passages. Write short posts. For instance, when you make an action, don't write the effect of the action yourself. That way, others can react to your post, which results in much more fun for everyone.)

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    • Name: Yhaliks 

      Species: Fallen

      Affiliation: House of Flames

      Rank: Captain

      Equipment: Stealth Module, Wire Rifle, Shock Blades

      Bio: Yhaliks was trained from a young age to use stealth as a weapon, born to the House of Wolves. A gifted marksman and skillful sword wielder from a young age, he was trained in the arts of stealth and assassination. He was taken under the wing of a former Silent Fang, and tought the ways of the silent killer. The Silent Fang was killed for treason against the House of Wolves, and Yhaliks was left alone, appalled by the Wolves' utter disregard for fact. After leaving the Wolves in a stolen Skiff, he stumbled upon the wreck of another Skiff and disembarked to search the derilect. It contained the corpse of a long missing Flames Baron. Yhaliks realized that he would be well rewarded should he return it, so he brought it to a Flames outpost.

      Upon reaching the Flames, he asked that he could join the Flames as one of them. They accepted the Silent Fang eagerly, rewarding him well for retrieving the body of the Baron to be put to rest. Noticing his abilities, the Kell of Flames appointed him to a Special Operations group, where he excelled.

      Notes: Due to heavy use, his Wire Rifle has created interference with his Stealth Module. Whenever the Wire Rifle is active to any degree, it causes the module to become less efficient when cloaking. If shot while Yhaliks is cloaked, it will complely deactivate for several seconds while it cycles out the Arc interference. However, his specially modified Shock Blades do not create this interference- though, the modification includes reduction in size.

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    • Death's Accolyte8
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    • (What do you mean? There haven't even been any IC posts yet.)

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    • (Whoops, wrong thread. Somhow.)

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    • Name:Tavris, blade-born.

      Species:Eliksini 

      Affiliation:Mercenary

      Rank: Baron 

      Equipment: Stealth Module, Wire Rifle, Two Shock Pistol sidearms, Shock Grenades, Arc Shield, and The Gaze of Tavris. 

      Bio:Once a proud noble in the Fallen House of Blades Tavris now finds a new occupation in being a hired gun, doing the dirty of work of those who pay the highest sum. His transformation into this new pastime of his began when his house came under the rule of vile human filth, Tavris amongst others resented their new Kell and left the house facing such a strong majority in favor of such a leader. Now the Baron travels alone amongst the solar system, looking for his next job. One of his most trusted tools that was once used as against enemies of the house of Blades, now serves as his most dependable means of striking the final blow against his targets. The device is an advanced tactical readout visor built within his helmet, capable of scanning enemy fortifications and even armor for structural weakness; allowing Tavris to strike down his foes with deadly precision.

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:

      Rank: Vandal


      (Uh, Acc? I'd reccomend making your character at least a captian in order to avoid getting stomped in combat, and to lend your voice at least some weight in matters of import.)

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    • (Ok.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:

      Lengendary7 wrote: Kelliks , flame captain 

      Species: fallen

      Affiliation : house of flame

      Rank: captain 

      Equipment: shrapnel launcher ,twin swords 

      Bio: kelliks being one of the most highest ranking captains within the house of flames  known for brutality and showing no mercy for the weak. He was once a dreg and then moved up to a vandal and then a captain but was humiliated by the barons and archons of house of flames,from a captain to a dreg and vowed  he would get his position back , make it so the house of flames would beg for mercy at his feet by becoming the best , but he was never the best . He got the honour of being titled flame captain. But still he vowed for every member of the house of flames to die in the most unimaginable way possible 

      Notes ( kelliks has 3 arm his lower right arm was blown in battle )

      Kelliks cloak has rip marks in the middle to signify how he would break the house of flames

      (I have a couple of issues with your character.

      First off: why would any of the Barons decide to give him the rank of Captain when he vowed to make the Flames suffer?

      Next: why does he simultaneously want to regain his rank within the Flames and destroy the Flames?

      And finally: how would he ever destroy the entire House of Flames on his own ?

      1 he vowed it to himself , none of the members of house of flames know that he wants to destroy house of Flames they just think that he has learnt his lesson and ready to make amends.

      But some do suspect him

      2 he lost his rank once and made it back upto flame captain , basically he is trying to get to the highest rank possible (currently captain) and make it so that the house of Flames depends on him so much that even the Kell of flames would beg to him 

      He hasn't done anything he is waiting for the right opportunity 

      (Also what rank is a < insert house name> aka , devil captain , Wolve captain . Are they above captain and below baron?

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    • (1. If anyone would suspect him, it would probably be Phokass, one of Krashnik's most trusted lieutenants. Which means that he wouldn't go past the rank of Dreg.

      2. And what would begging earn him?

      And wow, you really don't understand Destiny, do you? A Devil Captain is literally nothing more than a Captain of the House of Devils. Phokass would be a Flame Baron, and Kelliks a Flame Captain.)

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    • (We gonna get this show on the road or what?)

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    • (I'm ready. Are you?)

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    • (I'm really just waiting for Vess to post Kahniss.)

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    • (Noot.)

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    • (Okay, Vess isn't posting Kahniss. Let's get this started.)

      Phokass walked into the throne room of Flameship Arniks-Fel, where he found Krashnik, the Kell of Flames, sitting in his throne. He looked up as Phokass approached.

      "My Kell," Phokass spoke, "we are approaching Neptune. The preparations you requested have been readied." He paused for a moment. "May I ask what they are for?"

      "Phokass, I have not told this to anyone yet," Krashnik replied as he stood up. "You know we avoid the Cabal when we are given the choice. But this time, it seems we are forced to do so. Recently, a detachment of the Cabal Blind Legion had set up a research station on the surface of Triton. They discovered something... Terrible.

      In their mining operations, the Cabal discovered an entire army of Vex, frozen in the ice deep underground. In their foolishness, they did not abandon their operations, but instead, they continued carving into the ice. It lead to their discovery of the Sapphire Bastion, an ancient fortress built by the Scorpio Regulative programming. It was created to contain the Obstructive Mind, a malfunctioning Vex Mind that was too powerful for even the Vex themselves to destroy. The Sapphire Bastion is its prison - and the Cabal, the fools, have accidentally unchained it."

      Phokass took a moment to let it sink in, before saying "if it is that powerful, why are we the only ones here to stop it?"

      Krashnik sighed. "As soon as this information came to my attention, I contacted the other Kells," he said. "None were willing to join us. They think the Obstructive Mind will not be their problem. That is why we are on our own."

      Krashnik sat down again. "I want you to lead the attack, Phokass. See to it."

      "As you wish, my Kell," Phokass responded. He bowed and left the throne room again.

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    • - Name: Siariks, Flame Archon

      - Species: Eliksni

      - Affiliation: House of Flames

      - Rank: Archon

      - Equipment: A scout rifle taken from a dead Guardian, modified with Fallen field-guide technology for target-tracking rounds similar to a Vandal's rifle. Via communion with the Prime Servitor of Flames, Siariks was able to adapt the Guardian rifle to be compatible with Fallen physiology in a moment of (for the Fallen ecclesiarchy) 'divine' inspiration. 

      - Bio: Some Fallen have remarked that Siariks might've been born with two Shock Pistols and a Servitor doctrina wafer in his hands. The Archon himself never addressed these rumors, though to any Flames who know him, it mightn't be too far from the truth.

      Siariks won his Archonhood via technological excellence shortly after he became a Captain, coming to the attention of the Fallen ecclesiarchy after he and the Flames under his command managed to kill two Guardians attempting to destroy a High Servitor. However, the Guardians had already severely damaged it, and Siariks was forced to delve into its divine workings in order to preserve its consciousness.

      Thanks to this impromptu surgery, he was approached by the Archons of the time, and after a long and grueling period of testing, training, and challenges, Siariks became an Archon himself. Now with several decades of Archonship under his banner, Siariks is a respected and politically powerful Flame, but don't be fooled by his unflappable exterior or the congenial (again, for a Fallen) attitude he projects.

      He is quite skilled at wearing masks. And possibly even more so with the Shock Knife found between your sixth and seventh ribs.

      - Notes (optional): I'm kinda new to all of this, so feel free to criticize this all you want. It's probably terrible.

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    • (The Scout Rifle thing is okay, except I doubt the Servitor could alter the weapon. It was more likely simply modded, even though it must be tiny in the hands of an Archon.

      Also, your character is doomed from the start; the events of HoS have dictated that the leadership of the House of Flames died. Which is what this RP is about.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (The Scout Rifle thing is okay, except I doubt the Servitor could alter the weapon. It was more likely simply modded, even though it must be tiny in the hands of an Archon.

      Also, your character is doomed from the start; the events of HoS have dictated that the leadership of the House of Flames died. Which is what this RP is about.)

      (Oh, really? What should I make him, then, so that I could participate?)

      -Orion

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    • (Anything in between a Captain and an Archon. For simplicity's sake, Archon is the best choice, seeing as you won't have to alter your character too much.

      EDIT: I just realised I messed up. Your character's fine, other than that a Scout Rifle would be tiny in his hands.

      DOUBLE EDIT: I hadn't messed up. Inq explained it.)

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    • (I can only see one problem with your character Orion. The role as Flame Archon Priest has already been taken. If you want to keep your bio, you should change to a regular Archon instead. Also, if you are new to RPing, an Archon Priest wouldn't be the best starting character. They are basically one of the three most important individuals in a House, along with the Prime Servitor and the Kell. Things could get a bit complicated for you.)

      (Oh, and by the way, welcome to the RP.)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
      (I can only see one problem with your character Orion. The role as Flame Archon Priest has already been taken. If you want to keep your bio, you should change to a regular Archon instead. Also, if you are new to RPing, an Archon Priest wouldn't be the best starting character. They are basically one of the three most important individuals in a House, along with the Prime Servitor and the Kell. Things could get a bit complicated for you.)

      (Oh, and by the way, welcome to the RP.)

      (Understood. Character edited, and thanks for the advice! Where should I start with my first post?)

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    • In the cold void of space around the gas giant Neptune emerged a Fallen Skiff whose pilot was ready, and willing for any action that awaited him. The Elisksini aboard was full of ambition and greed in his mind, as well as the hatred and disgust that burned deep within his heart for he, a once proud baron of the House of Blades, was now but a scavenger...a wretched mercenary even. Although, the Eliksini himself had not lost his honor, nor his love for battle. To think that his own house had betrayed their own principles for an outsider, such an action was unconceivable; but, alas he alone could not sway the minds of the masses all directed towards folly and mall practice. And so he, Tavris Blade-born, exists now only to conduct the bidding of those willing to pay him a suitable price. 

      As the skiff moved through the vaccum of space, it came to Tavris's attention that he was not alone; for mighty Elikisini Ketch hung just above the planet's atomosphere, giving off a prescence of power and fear to all that happened to see it. Out of curiosity Tavris drove his skiff closer to the warship, like a moth to a flame. 

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    • - Name: Erevahiss, the Unfaithful

      - Species: Elisksini (Fallen)

      - Affiliation: House of Flames

      - Rank: Captain, disgraced Baron

      - Equipment: Given his self-inflicted docking, Erevahiss bears two prosthetic upper arms which are coated with the colours of the House of Flames. He also wields a customised Shock Blade called 'The Loyalblade', a Shock Pistol and a Shock Rifle modified with a fallen Guardian's Scout Rifle scope.

      - Bio: Once a mighty Baron of the House of Flames, Erevahiss was considered one of the greatest warriors of the entire House—as he moved with incredible strength and ferocity in combat. Gifted the title as 'the Breaker', Erevahiss grew greedy and sought to overthrow the Kell of Flames and take control of the House of Flames.

      However, his uprising failed and he was soon apprehended for his crimes against the House. With his headquarters stormed and one of his four eyes cut, Erevahiss' bleeding body was brought before the Kell of Flames. Given the task of proving his loyalty or be executed by command of the Kell, the disgraced Baron was handed his own shock blade: 'the Loyalblade' to dock both his upper arms with to make himself an example to those who may try to follow his path.

      Doing so: Erevahiss was demoted from his comfortable rank of Baron down to a Captain, the House of Flames unwilling to enforce a stronger punishment against one of their greatest warriors. Stripped of his old title, Erevahiss was given the title of 'the Unfaithful' as one last punishment he would have to endure his entire life. Bounded by an oath to follow this covenant for the rest of his life, Erevahiss abides by the rule knowing that if he does not—the Flames would present his head to their Kell.

      - Notes (optional): Nothing to add at this moment.

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    • (How shall I start... hmm.)

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    • When Phokass stepped outside the throne room, Erevahiss was waiting for him. "Fetch Siariks and take him to the hangar," Phokass said. "I need to adress our forces."

      (I'm expecting everyone but Siariks to already be in the hangar, by the way.)

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    • Yhaliks stretched his arms, acting on the calisthenics which had been taught to him as a Silent Fang. A group of fellow Elksni were with him in the hangar, awaiting an adress from Phokass, a trusted friend of the Kell's.

      He checked his Stealth Module. As it crackled to life, he faded from vision.

      Everything was in order.

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    • (One question: given that there are two divisions to the Fallen Language, and Erevahiss once was a Baron--should I use ceremonial or traditional?)

      Erevahiss turned his head towards Phokass, his three functional eyes analysing the Baron before he bowed his head in response. "Your will shall be done, Baron." He spoke cooly, before turning himself to lead his own way down the hangar. He navigated his way through the halls of the Flameship, quickly making his way towards where he knew the Flame Archon that was Siariks was stationed.

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    • Siariks opened two eyes at the knock on his door, then stood up slowly from his cross-legged position on the floor, the banner on his armor swirling out behind him. He opened the door with a wave of one of his hands, and nodded when he saw it was Erevahiss, as if Siariks was expecting him.

      "What do you need, Erevahiss? Have we arrived at Neptune?" Siariks said.

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    • (I'm just assuming Captains know it too. I mean, they're also clad in the royal gear.)

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    • (Alright.)

      "Indeed so, my Archon." Erevahiss replied, bowing his head in a geasture of respect for Siariks. "Baron Phokass has requested your presence in our Flameship's Hangar. Shall I accompany you there?"

      Erevahiss rolled his right prosthetic to point down the hallway, seemingly offering him a direction to the Hangar.

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:

      The second is a ceremonial speak known only by barons, archons, archon priests, and kells.

      (Captians do not know cerimonial speak unless they were once barons or archons. Those who once held high rank retain the knowledge of the laguange, but are forbidden from speaking it unless they regain their previous rank.)

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    • (They are clad like the nobility, though. You'd expect them to also be able to speak like the nobility.)

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    • (Apart from the cloak and sash, they're not "clad like the nobility".

      Also, it's never made sense to me why "thou" and "art" should be the more well-known dialect. Granted, "thou" and "thee" have their roots as being less formal than "you", but lack of knowledge of proper use will lead to its disuse or improper use, which will lead to confusion.

      On the other hand, most characters here are nobility - Archons, Barons and the like - and so will use "you", which is more understood.)

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    • (They are exactly "clad like the nobility", to the minute detail. That's because the Barons, Archons, Kells, etc. simply are upscaled versions of the Captain model.)

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      (Alright.)

      "Indeed so, my Archon." Erevahiss replied, bowing his head in a geasture of respect for Siariks. "Baron Phokass has requested your presence in our Flameship's Hangar. Shall I accompany you there?"

      Erevahiss rolled his right prosthetic to point down the hallway, seemingly offering him a direction to the Hangar.


      Siariks inclined his head in a gesture of maganimity. "You shall." Siariks ducked back into his room for a moment and emerged with his helmet tucked under one arm. He then loped off towards the hangar, his stride long enough to possibly force Erevahiss to jog to keep up with him.

      On the way, Siariks asked Erevahiss a question. "Has Baron Phokass enlightened you as to our mission today yet?"

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    • Tavris drew his skiff closer towards the distant ketch, until the two crafts were only a few kilometers apart; he hoped the Eliksini aboard would be more hospitable then the ones he had encountered on Earth a few weeks ago. 

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    • Erevahiss moved briskly to match the pace of the Archon he was accompanying to the Hangar, turning his head to answer Siariks' question. "No, they have not. I am quite sure Phokass wanted to announce it to us all himself."

      His three functioning eyes scanned the door which marked the hangar as he and the Archon approached it. Erevahiss was the first to open it with the wave of his hand, but knowing his place—allowed the Archon to enter before him.

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    • FireDrag1091
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    • (Barons do use the Captain model, but Kells and Archons do not. Their headpieces, pauldrons and arms, as well as some detailing, are all different.)

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    • (Barons are still nobility, aren't they?)

      As Erevahiss and Siariks entered, they walked into a crowd of Vandals, Dregs and a couple of Captains. Phokass was standing on an elevated platform, adressing the crowd.

      "My brethren," he spoke, "today we must once more set right the Cabal's faults. Deep below the surface of this frozen planet, the fools hath awakened a terrible horror constructed by the Vex. Our fellow Houses think it is not their concern. That the Obstructive Mind will not destroy them if given the chance.

      They are wrong. If we do not stop it, it will lay waste to everything in its path. That is why we must stop it. For the Eliksni! For the Flames!"

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    • (They are, but I was refuting what you said about Kells and Archons. Simply sharing a character model doesn't make them the same (in that they're nobility).)

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    • (Hmm. I see.)

      As the crowd cheered and started preparing for battle, Phokass leapt off of the platform, and strode toward Erevahiss.

      "I want you and your team ready and waiting by your Skiff," he said. "Siariks, you must also gather your forces. We will be the first into the fray."

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    • Kelliks watched as everyone cheered. Then he mumbled to himself " Flames art inviting their owneth death... f'r what a high'r ranketh?"

      Kelliks looked at Erevahiss and hissed " yea the 'unfaithful' is given trusteth"

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    • As the skiff drew into comms range of the Ketch, Tavris began to send a request to dock with the vessel; oblivious to what was occuring onboard. 

      "Requesting permission to dock in hangar bay," Tavris stated. "I wish to speak with whoever is in charge." 

      Tavris then laid back into his seat, with his arms comfortably behind his head eager to earn some pay. 

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    • <Outer system, in the void between worlds

      Storm fleet, Stormship Elkris-fel>


      A long hallway stretched before a figure, clean yet barren. Lacking in bits and crates only because there was no one around to be untidy. The only things to be seen in the long hall were tattered house banners, edges frayed by time and neglected out of necessity. A disgrace. The barren hall stretched onwards down the spine of the ketch, like a hollow shell, devoid of life.

      Empty. It was empty. Devoid of clutter and chatter. Cold and hollow and dead.

      The archon brooded as he walked, sipping cold ether from his mask. Of course, it was not that no one ever walked these halls. The crew had been called to the main cargo hold by his peer, for a reason even he could not fathom. Yes, there was a crew. Far less than there should be, but the desolate hall reflected the state of the house, not just the crew.

      The storms were dying. Withering and fraying at the edges, until only the toughest threads had yet to unravel. They had been so for a while. Rhall hadn't bothered to keep track of how long. Nobles and commoners turned their backs, cast off their cloaks, until only a barren and hollow shell of a house remained, held together by those too loyal or foolish to leave.

      Which was he? He once would have considered the question unthinkable, yet now found himself pondering it more and more. He was born to the storms, devoted to Elkris prime, loyal to his house. To leave is to abandon faith. And without faith, there is no guidance, no ether, no purpose. He stayed because his loyalty was not that of barons or captains; faith through fear, seeking weakness to usurp those above you. No, his loyalty was true faith, devotion to a god. His god. The patron of the storms. That was why he stayed.

      Only a few nobles remained amongst the storms ranks, and the crews of ketches were half their full sizes at best. Few barons, fewer archons, A kell, A prime, and no priest. Even amongst those who stayed, Elkris prime had not seen one fit to be named archon priest. The kell, Neiksis, was secluded, little involving his nobles in his plans. And the prime was in despair, for its children fled and fought amongst themselves as it's house fell to ruin.

      There was a silent agreement amongst most of the remaining nobles: something had to be done. Something drastic. The old and powerful house storms was barely holding on, easy prey for rivals and outsiders. It was no great secret that the kell believed that a preemptive strike was in order, but no one was sure whether or not the rest of the house agreed. Both Rhall and Srivikiss agreed that with proper convincing, the house would be united in this cause.

      This thought crossed Rhall's mind as he stepped through an oversized hatch to the main cargo hold of the flagship, where Srivikiss had called a meeting of all nonessential crew for an undisclosed reason.

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    • (Well written, Zero)

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    • (Thanks, my action and dialouge posts will be much shorter than scenes like these.)

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    • Erevahiss bowed his head, thanking Phokass as he then spoke: "Your will shall be done, Baron. For the Flames!"

      He turned his head towards the outline of several Vandals and Dregs, who had kept their weapons by their sides or strapped to their backs. He approached them, as he ignored their whispering about the title he bore: 'the Unfaithful'.

      "Allow thyself to serve me, shalt I bid thee. For we shalt be in service of our Flame." Erevahiss growled in response, beckoning them to join him. They simply nodded their heads, murmuring their cruelty again before they approached to join Erevahiss.

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    • Kelliks then confronted Erevahiss 

      " Thou rememb'r stone , house of stone , if Thou doeth I can telleth that our fate will be similar.

      Kelliks was to leave but he decided to add fuel to fire

      "Who knows thou might die still bearing that title. It might haunteth Thou aft'r death "

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    • A Dreg tapped Phokass' arm.

      "What is it?" Phokass spoke as he turned around. The Dreg cleared his throat. "A Skiff approacheth the Ketch. Its owner is requesting to speak with thee."

      "A Skiff? Here?" Phokass said. "Very well. I will contact him." With a wave, he sent the Dreg away.

      "This is Phokass, Flame Baron. Who art thou and what is thine business?"

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    • (*Thy business. "Thine" means "yours", or "your" when the following word begins with a vowel.)

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    • (I don't know and I don't really care. As far as I'm concerned, the whole Early Modern English thing is a bit ridiculous.)

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    • Tavris was glad for his silence, and boredom to be relieved as an unfamiliar voice responded to his transmission; he promptly responded. 

      "Greetings, I am Tavris Bladeborn, perhaps thou art in need of a mercenary such as thyself." he spoke with a proud tone. 

      "I can assure thou that thy fees are quite affordable."

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    • (Btw, seeing as Tavris is a Captain, and he commands a Skiff, does he have any underlings? A couple of Dregs and Vandals, perhaps?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Btw, seeing as Tavris is a Captain, and he commands a Skiff, does he have any underlings? A couple of Dregs and Vandals, perhaps?)

      (I suppose it would make sense for him to have a small squad of his own to command, how many do you think is reasonable enough, perhaps ten? Six Dregs and four Vandals being amongst the total.)

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    • (Sounds reasonable.

      By the way, I'm ditching the whole early modern English thing. I hardly know anything about the grammatical rules, and it's really annoying to write.)

      Phokass considered the offer for a moment.

      "Very well, Tavris. We could use your extra forces. Be prepared, however, as we are about to commit on one of the most high-risk operations the House of Flames has ever been part of. Are you sure you are willing to accompany us?"

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    • (To be honest I might join you on the whole idea of ditching the early English thing.)

      Tavris bursted with greed at the potential loot to be found, and a huge grin swept accross his face. 

      "As you wish, you have my service and allegiance," Tavris spoke. "However, just what should I call my most generous employer by?

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    • "I have told you my name. I am Phokass, Flame Baron."

      Phokass was transmatted into his Skiff. His own elite team of Vandals was already inside. "We will be the first to land," he adressed them. "Siariks and Erevahiss will follow. Now, let us go."

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    • Siariks, meanwhile, was already in his own Skiff, having boarded earlier. It had taken him but a brief period to assemble his combat team of Vandals, with one Servitor as accompaniment. Siariks twisted his helmet down onto his head, reveling in the comfortable rush of compressed Ether. His four eyes glared out from blue glass, micro-lights setting them glowing. 

      Calmly, in a state of battle-meditation, Siariks waited for the order to launch Skiffs into the void, and towards the mysterious Vex Mind the Cabal had unearthed, in their stupidity. Each Vandal in his fireteam knew exactly what they had to do, and Siariks knew what he may have to do yet.

      This pleased him.

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    • A transmission from Phokass cut through all of the Skiffs' systems.

      "My fellow warriors, it is time for us to stop the Obstructive Mind before it is too late. Start your engines, ready your weapons."

      With that, Phokass' Skiff took off, and vanished into the dark void of space.

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    • Tavris smiled and as he did so his skiff's engines flickered to life from the pull of a switch, and they werre off towards the planet. On board the skiff, those few still loyal to Tavris readied their weapons for the imminent fight that was to occur. All Elikisini aboard roared in exitement; and praised their glorious fortune. 

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    • After Phokass and Siariks' Skiffs had departed, the rest of the fleet took off and left towards the frozen surface of Triton.

      Phokass sat calmly as his Skiff approached the surface. Carved into the side of an icy mountain, one could see a Cabal outpost, bearing the banner of the Blind Legion. As the Skiff came closer, it became apparent that there were no guards outside.

      Phokass and his crew materialised at the front gate. "Wait for Siariks and Erevahiss to arrive," Phokass ordered the Vandals. "We will enter as soon as they are here."

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    • (What are Yhaliks' orders?)

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    • (He'll hear once he lands.)

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    • In stark contrast to the empty halls outside, the main cargo bay of Stormship Elkris-fel seemingly seethed with life. Amidst the crates and vehicles, nearly the total crew of the ship flowed, gathering into groups, chattering away on pointless, petty topics. Rhall looked over the crowd. He spotted but a single baron amongst the throng, for few nobles had reason to be on the flagship of the storm fleet. However, all around the edges of the room, remote-linked data feeds were strung up, all pointing to the upper balcony on the far side of the room.

      So, Srivikiss seeks to make a grand statement then. Not just to the crew, but to many others as well...

      The archon took a place next to his high servitor, Elkris-6, and waited for whatever his fellow Devotee had planned to unfold.


      Srivikiss seethed. The fury radiating from his form was nearly physical, and no one dared stand between him and the door to the cargo hold. Behind him, two vandals, loyal to the cause, dragged the hissing, cursing form of another between them, giving it the occasional kick to shut it up.

      This was it. No more dancing around the subject. No more guessing of loyalties. Here and now, he would find the backing he needed and silence the dissenters, or face death or docking brought on by political misstep.

      Now, House storms shall either unite beneath a common will, or fall to ruin, divided unto the end. This is the moment of truth...

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    • Erevahiss was the last to enter the Skiff designed to carry him and his team to their objective, as he looked around the chambers he was introduced to. Slowly, his ship pulled away from the Flameship and followed behind Siariks and Phokass.

      He stood, somewhat with contempt with thought given how Kelliks had addressed him earlier as 'the Unfaithful'. Erevahiss had grown a great restraint to prevent himself from reacting violently to such a term, given how it was meant to mock his failures from ceasing control of the Flames in his revolt. O, how great his reign would have been should he have been successful!

      Erevahiss' ship slowly descended upon the snowy plains, following the way Phokass had been leading. His Skiff set near Phokass, as he soon materialised with his team near the position of the fellow Flame. He bowed his head in respect, keeping his custom Shock Rifle lowered until he was provided reason to raise it.

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    • (Name: Thäris

      Species: Fallen

      - Affiliation: Flames

      - Rank: Captain

      - Equipment: Stealth module, Pellet Rifle (works much like an Auto Rifle, solar damage), Wire Rifle, Shock Daggers

      - Bio: Thäris's origins are unkown. She was above average in technical expertise. When she became a Vandal she created her Pellet Rifle. After she was promoted to Captain, she received a stealth module. Currently she is on her way to becoming a Baroness.)

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    • (Hold up. "She"?)

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    • (...yes? There's Drevis, Wolf Baroness.)

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    • (ReD, the Eliksni have females. They were mentioned and fought in both House of Wolves and House of Storms. Hell, I've even made a couple Female fallen characters for The Forge Moon. Have you not noticed by now?)

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    • Tavris beamed with joy as his skiff broke into the atomosphere of Triton, he cared not what buisiness needed doing. As long as he got paid it was of no concern to him. The bold captain had set foot upon many strange places in the solar system, but none were as harsh and barren as the surface of Triton. However, it would take more than the mere cold to deter Tavris from his mission.

      As the skiff drew nearer to the surface of the frozen world Tavris activated the jamming signal and stealth field generator on his ship. To think once this skiff was a normal combative craft, but at the hand of Tavris it had become an instrument of true warfare; fast, agile, and powerful Tavris's ship certainly boasted a large capability for completing near impossible missions. As such the craft had earned the name Deathless Spirit. And it would once more wreak havoc upon those unfortunate enough. 

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    • (Character list for convience:

      Name, Rank, Player

      Kelliks, Flame Captain, Lengendary7

      Phokass, Flame Baron, ReDquinox

      Rhall, Storm Archon, NegativeZero.0

      Srivikiss, Storm Archon, NegativeZero.0

      Yhaliks, Flame Captain, Death's Accolyte8

      Tavris, Houseless Mercenary, Warboss75

      Siariks, Flame Archon, Orion Caelum

      Everahiss, Flame Captain, Firedrag1091

      Tharis, Flame Captain, AzureAzulCrash

      ReD, for god's sake, add this to the intro so I don't have to go hunting for it in the future.)

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    • The cargo hold did not quiet down as soon as Srivikiss stepped onto the balcony, but was rather silenced by the archon's commanding voice, signaling the start of his speech.

      "Storms! Kin both gathered below and watching from afar, hear me!

      Much hath we endured! The long flight hath hardened us, purged weakness from our ranks! But in the howling black, many lost hope, lost faith! The faithless broke from our proud house, cast off our noble banner and left to pursue their own, selfish agendas! At first they were few, but look now, brothers, sisters! Look now to the banners of our house, for they are our house! Tattered and torn! Threadbare and unraveled, with only the strongest threads still holding on!

      House Storms is tattered! House Storms is threadbare! And you, all of you, from dreg to kell, are the last, loyal threads! But who, loyal sisters and brothers, is the false weaver? The unraveler? The spreader of faithlessness, and the death of the house?! Who could command such an atrocity?! Many hath wondered, searched, for the black, cold heart of our decay. But now it is found! Behold, storms, the unraveler of our house!"

      With that, the door through which Srivikiss had entered through opened again, and out the vandals dragged another. To the floor was thrown Ekriax, House Judgement's scribe to House Storms. The crowd roared, though not all joined their voices. Before she could pick herself up, the archon stooped, and scooped her off the floor by the neck, holding her aloft before the crowd.

      "I hath done nothing! Thy blame is false!" She spoke as she squirmed in Srivikiss's grip.

      "Liar! Spreader of falsehoods and usurper of the house!" The archon tightened his grip, just slightly, until the scribe could not speak.

      "Tell me kin, who hath waited and watched as our house hath fallen to tattered shreds? Who hath sat, content, as we hath slipped to the edge of survival?! House Judgment! I name thee false weaver! Death of the house and enemy of the storms! What say thee?!"

      "Thou art a mad, power-hungry fool, Srivikiss! House Judgment pledged to keep eliksni together! We hath not-"

      "Keep eliksni together?! Ha!" The archon tightened his grip once more.

      "And look how we've prospered brothers! See our ketches, thick with crew and plunder sisters! No! Though art not but a keeper of lies and a spreader of faithlessness! And what shall become of this false weaver, storms?"

      The crowd below called for her death, in many ways, each more gruesome than the last. Yet still, not all joined their voices. Ekriax struggled to speak, but the archon's unbreakable grip would not allow it.

      "But hold! The clear path hath dawned!" Srivikiss turned, slammed the choking scribe into the wall behind him, and in one swift motion, pinned her to the plating with one of his swords. As the archon let go, Ekriax screeched, and clutched the inactive blade sticking out of her abdomen, pinning her to the wall like a trophy.

      "She hath unraveled our house! Tattered our proud banner! In return, would it not be just to unravel her?" The gathering cheered as Srivikiss's own high servitor, Elkris-4, drifted out from the other door on the balcony, and turned to face the struggling scribe. For a moment, it floated there, staring at her. Then, under its purple gaze, her flesh began to evaporate from her form, flowing in a mist towards the servitor. House Judgement's envoy's screams echoed around the chamber, as she slowly dissolved before the servitor's unblinking gaze.

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    • (Dayum. Harsh. Making her into ether.)

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    • (It's the Fallen. They're a harsh people. Even the slightest form of insubordinance is answered with the docking of your arms, or, if you don't have four arms anymore, execution.)

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    • (Ah. Fyi, I'm gonna have Thäris fighting the Obstructive.)

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    • (We're going to have all of us fighting the Obstructive Mind. That's why we're on Triton.)

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    • Name: Neiksis

      Species: Eliksni

      Affiliation: House of Storms

      Rank: Kell

      Bio: Neiksis has ruled the House of Storms for as long as most of the remaining nobles can remember. However, his ascension to the Kellship is shrouded in mystery, and not even the Archons can recall if Neiksis was simply named successor to the previous Kell or if he took the throne by force. Some of the Barons speculate that the Kell himself removed all data that concerned his past from Servitor records. Still, none can deny that Neiksis is as ruthless as he is cunning, and more than a dozen nobles aiming to usurp his rule has ended their lives impaled on Neiksis' Shock Spear. With his House close to ruin, Neiksis has now plotted out a desperate plan to regain the strength the Storms used to possess.

      Equipment. Shock Spear, Shrapnel launcher modified with Arc energy.

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    • (Took your sweet-ass time Inq.)

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    • (Would it be the wrong time to initiate combat with the Cabal right now?)

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    • (We've woken the H- uh, Cabal!)

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    • (What Cabal? Phokass already noted that there are no guards outside.)

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    • Warboss75
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      (Nevermind what I just said, I read back to clarify.)
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    • (Well is it okay for me to enter the Cabal base as of right now, or are should I wait for everyone to arrive on Triton before initiating anything?)

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    • Yhaliks still wondered his group's use in this attack. The Cinder Guard (his group inspired by the Silent Fang,) were used to assassinations of political nature.

      Approaching the Baron, he began to speak. "What is thy bidding, Baron Phokass?"

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    • Phokass turned his head to face Yhaliks. "I need you to sneak past the Cabal while the main forces attack them openly," he spoke. "Find their leader. Kill him."

      He then turned his attention to the other officers present. "The rest of you will join me in the assault. Follow me!"

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    • Thäris followed silently, pellet rifle in her hands. She had long awaited combat as a captain.

      "Thine orders shall be executed. Thy Cabal and Vex forces awaiteth annihilation." She spoke, calmly.

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    • Yhaliks nodded with respect at the Baron, then turned and walked briskly toward his Guard.

      "What are thy orders, Yhaliks?" A Vandal asked.

      "We are to assassinate the commanding officer of the Cabal in this location. We shalt kill him by smothering silence. This is not a mission of politics- this is the survival of the Flames at stake. Cinders, are we clear?"

      The Cinder Guard roared in approval.

      "Then let these be our final words!"

      At that order, every Fallen in the group vanished.

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    • Phokass stepped inside of the Cabal structure. It was a small room, carved into the ice, with a door on the far side of the room. The room was a mess; a table had been turned over, and several crates were spread across the room. Yet, no sign of any Cabal.

      As the Flames entered the outpost, in the distance, on top of a mountain next to the one the outpost was built in, a lone Goblin was observing the Fallen, its single red eye focused on the turmoil...

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    • Yhaliks' group skirted around the compund, searching for any kind of exploitable breach. A wall composed of corroding metal sat unattended. Strange lack of upkeep for the Cabal... it felt like a trap. The Cinder Guard passed it up. However, another wall sat just yards away, lightly guarded. The icy, hardened regolith made their approach invisible. However, the group realized on approach that the guard wouldn't need to be amushed.

      They were already dead- singes on their armour told the tale.

      "Hold..." Yhaliks spoke through the Cinder's comms. The dead had vanished in a cloud of greyish mist.

      "The Vex hold presence here... be wary..." the Captain whispered through the overall comms.

      The group silently clambered through a vent in the wall and began to search the facility.

      (Is anyone in control of the Cabal's CO? Or can I do that? Just the CO, mind you- I won't be giving facility-wide orders.)

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    • (can Thäris be a cinder?)

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    • As Siariks' team advanced through the facility, their Servitor blurted out a snatch of binary-cant. Siariks raised one clenched fist to signal a halt, and opened up communications with the rest of the Eliksni.

      "Arniks-2 has dectected Vex teleport signatures and traces of radiogenic fluid throughout the Cabal facility. No Cabal have been located thus far. Stay vigilant, brothers."

      Siariks shut down his overall comms and turned to his raiding party, making a complicated series of silent hand gestures. Wordlessly, his team spread out through the halls, Dregs acting as a forward scouting line while Vandals made up the main body and fire support.

      Siariks, on the other hand, stalked the rear lines like some sort of ancient Earth panther, in constant communion with Arniks-2 as they advanced into the facility.

      Siariks' battle sense was itching at the corner of his mind; whatever was coming, it would be big. And soon.

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    • (Two things.

      1. I'll be controlling the Cabal here - there's a set of events about to happen that I need to be in control of.

      2. The Vex aren't doing anything at the moment. Which means no teleport signatures.)

      The door in the far end of the room opened, and revealed a long tunnel carved into the ice, going down deep into the mountain. Still no sign of Cabal, just more toppled piles of crates and broken wiring.

      "It is almost as if there was a struggle," Phokass contemplated.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Two things.

      1. I'll be controlling the Cabal here - there's a set of events about to happen that I need to be in control of.

      2. The Vex aren't doing anything at the moment. Which means no teleport signatures.)

      The door in the far end of the room opened, and revealed a long tunnel carved into the ice, going down deep into the mountain. Still no sign of Cabal, just more toppled piles of crates and broken wiring.

      "It is almost as if there was a struggle," Phokass contemplated.


      (I assumed they had to get into the facility somehow - plus how Vex Minotaurs commonly teleport during combat, in this case against the Cabal - , thus the faint signatures around the edges of the facility.)

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    • (Ah, but you aren't aware of the whole situation. Everything will become clear in time.)

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    • (Acc, can Thäris be a Cinder?)

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    • Deathless Spirit had emerged from its flight above the Cabal outpost with a large boom, its arrival was soon followed by the swift deploying of Tavris and all of his loyal dregs and vandals. Once the drop had been finished Deathless Spirit left the battlefield as quickly as it had arrived, and with a deafening boom it had vanished once again.

      Tavris quickly acctivated his Gaze, its HUD revealed to him so much more than what his naked eyes could ever do. Structural weaknesses, calculations of wind speed, and even night vision were all capabilities of his advanced helmet and made him a warrior of truly great precision and skill. It only took Tavris simply gander to realize that other Eliksini had already been active within the Cabal facility, Tavris hoped to rendevous with them. 

      "I'm reading heat signatures within the facility," Tavris spoke. "All of you follow me!" he ordered as he descended into the firebase. 

      Tavris and his team spread themselves out along the long hallways of the interior, eventually they found the other Fallen who so proudly adorned the title of their house. Tavris envied them and their pride, for he had none left for his house. 

      After some time Tavris eventually found his way into a small room carved into the ice deep within the base, Phokass stood within it inspecting the odd tunnel that appeared to go on and on into the mountain. 

      Tavris walked up along side Phokass and extended his hand outwards as he bowed before his employer, as he stood up he spoke, "It is so nice to meet in person," he said.

      "What shall you have me do?" Tavris continued. "I assure you no job is too difficult for my mercenaries," he said in an arrogant tone of voice. 

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    • (Sure, Azul.)

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    • Orion Caelum wrote: As Siariks' team advanced through the facility, their Servitor blurted out a snatch of binary-cant. Siariks raised one clenched fist to signal a halt, and opened up communications with the rest of the Eliksni.

      "Mecher Orbiks-2 has dectected Vex teleport signatures and traces of radiogenic fluid throughout the Cabal facility. No Cabal have been located thus far. Stay vigilant, brothers."

      Siariks shut down his overall comms and turned to his raiding party, making a complicated series of silent hand gestures. Wordlessly, his team spread out through the halls, Dregs acting as a forward scouting line while Vandals made up the main body and fire support.

      Siariks, on the other hand, stalked the rear lines like some sort of ancient Earth panther, in constant communion with Orbiks-2 as they advanced into the facility.

      Siariks' battle sense was itching at the corner of his mind; whatever was coming, it would be big. And soon.

      (The Servitor models of the House of Flames are called Arniks. Unless Siariks was a Wolf, or got incredibly lucky and managed to capture one of the Mecher-Orbiks models before the destruction of them all during the Reef Wars, the name of his Servitor should be Arniks-2. Just wanted to point that out.)

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    • "No job too difficult, you say?" Phokass said, his voiced tinged with annoyance. "If you are that sure of yourself, you may lead the charge. I would rather have your mercenaries lose their lives than my Flames."

      Mockingly, Phokass raised his hand in the direction of the long tunnel, gesturing Tavris to take point.

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:

      Orion Caelum wrote: As Siariks' team advanced through the facility, their Servitor blurted out a snatch of binary-cant. Siariks raised one clenched fist to signal a halt, and opened up communications with the rest of the Eliksni.

      "Mecher Orbiks-2 has dectected Vex teleport signatures and traces of radiogenic fluid throughout the Cabal facility. No Cabal have been located thus far. Stay vigilant, brothers."

      Siariks shut down his overall comms and turned to his raiding party, making a complicated series of silent hand gestures. Wordlessly, his team spread out through the halls, Dregs acting as a forward scouting line while Vandals made up the main body and fire support.

      Siariks, on the other hand, stalked the rear lines like some sort of ancient Earth panther, in constant communion with Orbiks-2 as they advanced into the facility.

      Siariks' battle sense was itching at the corner of his mind; whatever was coming, it would be big. And soon.

      (The Servitor models of the House of Flames are called Arniks. Unless Siariks was a Wolf, or got incredibly lucky and managed to capture one of the Mecher-Orbiks models before the destruction of them all during the Reef Wars, the name of his Servitor should be Arniks-2. Just wanted to point that out.)

      Corrected. I apologize; I'm not very familiar with DLC-added lore, as I play Vanilla.

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    • (Don´t worry, Orion. And, remember to put your out-of-character posts in brackets or parenthesis.)

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    • (awkward silence)

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    • (Don't just stand there and make it awkward(er), post!)

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    • (75, I responded to you. Interaction doesn't work if one of the two doesn't respond.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: "No job too difficult, you say?" Phokass said, his voiced tinged with annoyance. "If you are that sure of yourself, you may lead the charge. I would rather have your mercenaries lose their lives than my Flames."

      Mockingly, Phokass raised his hand in the direction of the long tunnel, gesturing Tavris to take point.

      (this.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (75, I responded to you. Interaction doesn't work if one of the two doesn't respond.)

      (Sorry, I've been busy lately.)

      Tavris was delighted at the notion of him leading the charge, but felt a sort of enmity towards Phokass. Typicals of nobles to think of us mercenaries as discarded trash he thought. But, he had to admire the Baron's devotion to his house and fellow Eliksini, for it was what Tavris still envied in them. 

      "As you wish Phokass," Tavris replied. Knowing the way ahead of him would be narrow and ill suited for his wire rifle; Tavris quickly switched to his two shock pistols as he lead the way ahead.

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    • (*is arrogant*

      *becomes angry when arrogance annoys others*)

      Phokass and his forces followed after the mercenaries. The path led deeper and deeper into the ice. And still, no sign of any Cabal.

      Eventually, the tunnel ended in a large blast door. It was closed.

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    • Tavris was surprised to see the sudden appearance of a large blast door at the end of the ice tunnel. He quickly activated his gaze to detect any signs of structural weakness in the metal door, or if the surrounding ice wall had any as well. To his dismay the door had none, typical of Cabal to make their architecture so sturdy, he thought to himself. However, there were weak points within the ice that surrounded both them and door. Although, Tavris knew no if breaking though such a point would cause the cavern they were all in to collapse. It was a risk he was willing to take. 

      Tavris walked up to one of his Vandals and spoke, "I don't suppose we have any breaching weapons?" 

      "I'm afraid not," replied the disapointed Vandal. Tavris was soon overwhelmed with rage, and humiliation. Just how was he supposed to live up to his claims to Phokass if his team had no means of getting through this infernal locked door, he thought.

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    • (Siariks has Arniks-2. The Servitor's energy weapons may come in useful for that door...)

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    • "No job too difficult, you said?" Phokass mocked. Mercenaries. Always overconfident. "Siariks, see what your Servitor can do to this door. Our mercenaries seem to be incapable of breaching it."

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    • Erevahiss walked peacefully through the ice tunnel, keeping his grip firm on his Shock Rifle as he looked towards the blast door—the mercenaries incapable of breaching it. He looked back down the tunnel towards the outer world, keeping his three eyes locked to make sure nothing tried to file in behind them.

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    • Neiksis was getting impatient. Had Srivikiss been successful with his plan to unite the Storms or not? The Archon had assured Neiksis that his plan would unite what remained of the House. The Kell was also irritated. He was used to knowing everything about everyone he was up against, and right now, there were two things he didn't know about Srivikiss. Firstly, what the Archon had done with the Judgement scribe was still unknown to him, and secondly Neiksis didn't know if he could trust the Archon at all. The fact that both Srivikiss and Rhall were devoted like fanatics to the High Servitors was known by every Dreg repairing Skiffs, and Neiksis didn't doubt that their devotion exceeded that of the zealous Wolf Archons Aksor and Keldar. Neiksis also knew that Srivikiss was aiming for the currently empty position of Archon Priest. But could he be trusted to remain loyal through the entirety of this plot? Was there not a chance that once having gained the position he craved, he would want more power? It had happened before. The large Eliksni Kell growled and rose from his throne. Should Srivikiss decide that he was more worthy to own the throne, Neiksis would prove him wrong. But pondering the future could wait for now, as there were more important matters to attend to at the moment. The Kell turned to Gholsis, one of the Kell's Guard Captains.

      "Bring our guest to me. Make sure no one sees you."

      The Captain nodded and activated his stealth field, vanishing from sight. Neiksis then turned to the other Captain of the Kell's Guard, Falviks.

      "Srivikiss' plan is in motion. Now is the time for us to play our part. Prepare your men for 'removal' of anyone who would try to oppose us."

      Falviks did as Gholsis had done and disappeared without a trace. Neiksis sat down again, now alone in the throne room with only himself as company. The plot is in motion, the Kell thought to himself.

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    • Siariks accompanied the Servitor to the blast door, both of them "speaking" in animated binary-cant, the intense signifiers and complex mathematics bandied about like low-cast Eliksni slang.

      Once they arrived, the Servitor seemed to stare at the door before a bolt of purple light flashed out from its central core, seeking the control panel. Across the surface of the control panel flashed gibberish in both Base Code and Cabal, mixed with seemingly random Fallen alphanumerics. Finally, Arniks-2 turned away with a beeping that seemed to carry tones of resignation.

      Upon hearing this, and the binary that followed from the Servitor's augmitters, Siariks said "And I had so hoped to do this the easy way." He sent a burst of binary back to Arniks-2, and the door suddenly exploded - no, shattered - in a flash of violent purple Void-light upon the Servitor's energy beam impacting it. 

      Siariks stepped aside for Baron Phokass and his squad to enter first, his eyes watching them expressionlessly from behind his mask.

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    • As the Baron's squad went through the breach first Tavris and his mercenaries hung behind the horde, no longer as prideful as before. This humiliation however, only served to fuel their longing to prove themselves as great warriors to the Flames. And Tavris would find any means to prove it so. 

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    • Phokass stepped inside what was essentially the same tunnel, except about twice as large. No... There was something was off about this tunnel...

      Hundreds upon hundreds of glowing red eyes, deep in the icy walls of the tunnel, staring menacingly at the Fallen. Goblins, rows upon rows of them, frozen into the ice.

      There was another thing different about the tunnel: it was sprewn with the corpses of Cabal Legionaries and Centurions.

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    • Even Thäris, a baron rising, was unsettled by the tunnel. Goblins staring through the ice, with countless Cabal corpses amid her walking space. She immediately took out her Pellet Rifle, worried that the Obstructive Mind could be directly under her feet...

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    • As Yhaliks and his Cinders silently entered a darkened tunnel, he could feel something... off. He flipped a switch on his helmet activating Fallen Vision and looked around.

      Dead Cabal lay everywhere, burn marks and explosive damage was everywhere. But the things that stood out were the not-quite-opaque walls. In them were Vex, frozen in a standing position.

      "Baron Phokass..." Yhaliks said through his comms, "The Vex seem to have done my job for me..."

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    • "I am aware, Yhaliks. They never stood a chance."

      Phokass strode down into the hallway.

      "We must be nearing the Sapphire Bastion," he said. "Be ready for anything. They already slaughtered the Cabal. They can do the same to us if we are not wary."

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    • Tavris although disturbed by the prescence of many Cabal corpses and Vex signatures had his gaze on another object of his interest. The mercenary was quick to notice the female Eliksini amongst the crowd of Flames, as he did so he walked alongside her speaking as they moved forward into the tunnel. 

      "I hope you fight as well as you look," Tavris smiled as he approached her ever more closer. "I'd hate to see a pretty face like yours get ruined." 

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    • "Even in the ice their eyes burn still." Erevahiss spoke, keeping his Shock Rifle at an alert carry with a single of his prosthetic right arm, lowering the grip down to his left under arm. He moved his prosthetic left arm to gesture his Vandal team forward.

      "My Baron, so then the Cabal are dead?" Erevahiss asked, "If so, these beasts may not mind us using their explosives against the Bastion—or perhaps fetching a few munitions for ourselves?"

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    • "Good thinking, Erevahiss," Phokass said. "Scavenge whatever explosives you can find - we will probably need them."

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    • "Understood, Baron," Yhaliks said. He switched to his team's comms.

      "Fan out. Scavenge for explosive munitions, the Baron commands it."

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    • Warboss75 wrote: Tavris although disturbed by the prescence of many Cabal corpses and Vex signatures had his gaze on another object of his interest. The mercenary was quick to notice the female Eliksini amongst the crowd of Flames, as he did so he walked alongside her speaking as they moved forward into the tunnel. 

      "I hope you fight as well as you look," Tavris smiled as he approached her ever more closer. "I'd hate to see a pretty face like yours get ruined." 

      (Is this me? :p)

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    • (Yes it is;))

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    • (Azur, you have two choices in this situation;

      Make a witty retort

      or

      Take it as a compliment.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Azur, you have two choices in this situation;

      Make a witty retort

      or

      Take it as a compliment.)

      (Lol.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      (Azur, you have two choices in this situation;

      Make a witty retort

      or

      Take it as a compliment.)

      (Meanwhile, Siariks is just like "Confound these adolescents."

      ...Keep in mind that he's basically a glorified computer nerd. Well, a politically powerful combat-veteran computer nerd, but still. :P)

      (Oh, and I'll see if I can post later.)

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    • (How did you plan on tying him into this? I mean, the Veils weren't involved in the Shattering, as far as I'm aware.

      Besides, as you wrote, Arkanz would never ally himself with another House.)

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    • ( He wouldn't ally himself with another House, true, but he would manipulate them to his own benefit. Maybe further the rivaling Houses' hatred for one another in the process. )

      ( Edited it a bit. )

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    • While his minions scrounged for Cabal explosives, Phokass continued walking down the hall. In the distance, far down the corpse-littered path, he could make out a change in the structure. It was no longer ice, but a blue metallic material, warped into odd geometric shapes.

      "We have reached the Sapphire Bastion," Phokass murmured. "Prime help us."

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    • (Earlier:

      "Excuse me? Thäris does not like being insulted. However, Thäris hopes the Obstructive Mind will mess yours up." [i posted it but it didn't go thru wikia)

      Also, is the O.M. a gate lord-model giant minotaur or an ultra hydra?)

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    • (How would anyone know how it looks? The only witnesses, the Cabal, are all dead.)

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    • (For ooc purposes. So I can envision it.)

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    • (You'll find out soon. No spoilers)

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    • (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

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    • (Azure when are you going to respond to my dialog?) 

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    • It has seemed the ice tunnels had no end . Kelliks had started to get annoyed , a game where the snake was chasing it's own tail. And along with the long narrow ice tunnels ,buried in them was an endless army of vex. Their red eyes peering through the walls. 

      Kelliks who was accompanied by a few dreg and vandal walked through the tunnels scavenging the munitions that phokass had ordered.

      Dreg: if the vex are frozen then who killed the cabal 

      Kelliks: we will find out soon.

      Another body had been scavenged of its munitions ,but Kelliks had noticed a blue-whiteish shard jabbed into the body.

      Kelliks: must be ice but there are other possibilities.

      Whilst kelliks was figuring out what it was.

      In the walls a vex unit had started to show signs of movement.

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    • (1. Fallen don't speak in American slang. They would never speak with words like "guys" or "weird".

      2. Since when did the frozen army of Goblins have Harpies in them, and since when do Harpies have blue eyes?)

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    • Warboss75 wrote: (Azure when are you going to respond to my dialog?) 

      (I did.)

      AzureAzulCrash wrote: (Earlier:

      "Excuse me? Thäris does not like being insulted. However, Thäris hopes the Obstructive Mind will mess yours up.")

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    • (Lengendary, Gorgons only exist inside the Vault of Glass. It would make less than zero sense if one were to be outside of it.)

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    • (And maybe it was red, but it looked blue :p)

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    • (Or should you say it was actually...

      ReD?)

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    • (My name's Red, not ReD dammit)

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    • (The colour, not person :/)

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    • (That was the joke :| )

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (1. Fallen don't speak in American slang. They would never speak with words like "guys" or "weird".

      2. Since when did the frozen army of Goblins have Harpies in them, and since when do Harpies have blue eyes?)

      (1 sorry

      2 I guess I overlooked this one thinking there will be goblins, hobogoblins minotaurs etc....)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:
      (...make less than zero sense...)

      (Are we going to have a problem, Inq?)

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    • (Dats the thing with the Vex: They break logic!)

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    • Phokass stepped onto the metal floor, and noticed that its temperature shifted erratically, from icy cold to lukewarm and back.

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    • Thäris dissapeared from sight, activating her stealth mode. She also noticed the heat fluctuations.

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    • AzureAzulCrash wrote:

      Warboss75 wrote: (Azure when are you going to respond to my dialog?) 

      (I did.)


      AzureAzulCrash wrote: (Earlier:

      "Excuse me? Thäris does not like being insulted. However, Thäris hopes the Obstructive Mind will mess yours up.")

      (Wait a second. First of all that post isn't even an in character post; and secondly, is Tharis talking in third person? If she is, that would be inconsistent with her past dialogs.)

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    • (Yeah, sorry. And yes she is speaking In third person, sorry for the continuity errors.)

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    • AzureAzulCrash wrote:
      (Yeah, sorry. And yes she is speaking In third person, sorry for the continuity errors.)

      (I know its a bit too late for this but, could you make an in character post of that dialog? This way we can resolve it for good and move on. I'd hate to cause stagnation over this.)

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    • (ah ok)

      (earlier when tavris innnsullted Thäris:)

      "Excuse me? Thäris does not like being insulted. However, Thäris hopes the Obstructive Mind will mess yours up."

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (My name's Red, not ReD dammit)

      (If you wanted to be called Red, as in Redquinox, why did you spell your username ReDquinox?)


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    • Yhaliks motioned for his group to move slowly forward, also noticing the changing temperature. However, to Yhaliks' eye it seemed more a ruse than a threat.

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    • (Because that would break the clever hidden word thingy. I thought it out very well. Even so, people don't have two capital letters in their name.)

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    • Tavris was suprised by the sudden backlash the female captain gave in response to his compliment, but no matter; he preffered it when they were aggressive. He backed away slightly from the captain but never removed his gaze from her, perhaps she would be more willing if she witnessed my prowess in combat,Tavris thought. 

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    • Erevahiss motioned for his Vandals and Dregs to search the dead bodies of the Cabal, as they stripped their bodies clean of any explosive they could find. When he approached the side of the Baron, he felt the odd change from cold to somewhat warm. He looked back towards one of the Cinder Captains and the Mercenary, shaking his head before he turned his attention back to Phokass.

      "So then it is the foul machine." He spoke with a growl, "I assume we prepare with whatever explosives we have. Perhaps, it shall be damaged given the report of the Cabal. If not so, I assume our Mercenaries shall prepare for first engagement?"

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    • Tavris broke his gaze on Tharis upon hearing the voice of one of the Flame nobles beckoning him an his mercenaries, "And here I thought you nobles had all forgotten me," Tavris replied. 

      "I assure you me and my mercenaries are all ready for a fight," Tavris boasted. 

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    • "Or," Thäris said apologetically, "did you compliment Thäris? She could not tell."

      (Don't forget the umlaut! Äccïdënts cän häppën :))

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    • (Flïppïn' stop wïth thë UMLÄUTS!!!!!!!)

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    • Tavris delightlyfully returned his gaze to Tharis in response to something she had said. To him she was the most appealing sight on the entire planet, and had achieved his complete distraction. 

      "Of course it was," Tavris replied with a smile. "Do you wish for more?" 

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    • "The House of Flames is paying you to fight the Vex, not seduce our Captains," Phokass uttered. "The Obstructive Mind will not wait for your idle chatter. So you will do what you are being paid for - unless that is too difficult, like opening a blast door was."

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    • "I have to admit Phokass is right,despite your flaws you are being given another chance to prove yourself. Kelliks said in disgust. " we have some examples " . Kelliks noting to Erevahiss " I myself was one ,but here I am ,back to the position I deserve ." " 

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    • "Position you deserve?" Tavris protested. "You may speak of my flaws now, but in due time I will pove my abilities." Tavris beckoned his mercenaries to follow him deeper into the tunnel as he drew farther and farther away from the main force, full of spite and hatred for the nobles.   

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    • (The tunnel ended. We've reached the Bastion.)

      In front of the Fallen was a massive circular pit comprised entirely of the strange blue metal. In the pit was a large round gate. Anyone who had ever visited Venus would notice that its design was similar to the entrance of the Vault of Glass, except that it was in middle of the floor, not in a wall. A Conflux erected from the centre of the gate.

      Along the edge of the pit, a row of inert Minotaurs stood like statues, their hulls made of the same metal as the Bastion itself.

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    • Tavris stopped his approach upon noticing the intricate row of dormant Minotaurs, altough the mercenary had only encountered the Vex machines on select few occasions he was well aware that these statues were much more complex and dangerous than what his own eyes were telling him. He ordered his squad to ready their weapons, for Tavris expected an ambush at any sudden moment.

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    • The Minotaurs remained inert. Phokass strode into the centre of the room and inspected the Conflux. "It is probable that this is the key to the entrance," he said.

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    • "And," Thäris said, "it is probable you are right." She took out her pellet rifle. "We need to be cautious, lest we get assaulted by a pack of Minotaurs."

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    • After roughly an hour, Gholsis returned to the throne room. Behind him, another Captain followed. But the Captain was not a member of the Storms. His armour was painted in a bright orange, and his cloak was similarly coloured. His ornaments also signified that he was a Baron. Slowly approaching the Kell, who was silently watching, the Baron lowered his head to show his respect before speaking.

      "Here we are then, Kell of Storms. You wished to speak with me."

      "Indeed so, Baron. I would like to discuss the future of your House. I am sure that what I am about to-"

      "I know what you intend, Neiksis. Your House is crumbling, and so is mine, each in their own way. And you think that we can combine our Houses, to conquer the Great Machine."

      "Exactly so, dear Baron. But what do you really think? If I were to attempt to combine my House with yours, would I have you on my side?"

      "You would have me at your side at all times. Our views on this matter does not differ in the slightest."

      "Then prove it to me. Prove that you are ready to be the first to cast off the chains of your House and take up the banner of the Storms. Gholsis!"

      Upon his name being mentioned by the Kell, the Kell's Guard Captain left the room, only to return a few minutes later, dragging a Vandal clad in orange behind him. The Fallen warrior had his arms chained, and could only try to kick with his legs to attempt to break free of the Captain's grip. It was no use however, as Gholsis maintained his grip and threw the Vandal across the floor, landing him between Neiksis and the Baron.

      "We found this Vandal sabotaging our Skiffs, and we believe he arrived here with you. Do you recognise him?"

      The Baron looked at the Vandal with contempt, his hand reaching for his Shock Blade. He didn't answer Neiksis' question. Instead, he looked as if he was begging to execute the Vandal.

      "He is a good friend of yours, yes?"

      "Not any longer, Kell."

      "I see. Very well then. Show me your true loyalty."

      In one swift motion, the Baron drew his Shock Blade, sped up to the kneeling Vandal and swiped the sword across his throat. The Vandal fell to the floor, Ether flooding out of the wound. The Baron then slammed his sword into the Vandal's chest, causing even more Ether to spew out. The Vandal quickly died. "Good. Very good. You have done well, Baron. Now, cast off your cloak and take up our banner. You are now a Baron of Storms, Kahniss.

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    • The cargo hold of Stormship Elkris-fel stank faintly of ether. All about the frenzied crowd below, lesser servitors moved, turning the corpses of dissenters into ether for the loyal. Across the entirety of the storm fleet, this scene repeated, those who spoke out against the murder of House Judgment’s scribe lay dead, torn apart by the fury of crowds of their former fellows. Srivikiss's address had been broadcast across the entire fleet, and its effect had been as a ripple of rage and ether.

      The archon stood atop the balcony, staring at the empty skull of Ekriax in his grasp, as he drank deep of the ether that was once her being.

      It tasted rich as faith and cool as vengeance.

      With a roar, the zealot crushed the skull in hand, drawing the attention of the crowds below.

      "See now Storms! See how the unraveler hath corrupted our house! See how judgment sought to turn us against each-other! But they thought us foolish and weak! Unable to see their wretched plot or stand against it! They knew not the cunning nor the might of House Storms! And for their grave misjudgment, they hath paid!"

      "Offer thy thanks to the hallowed prime, storms! See how, even now, Elkris prime's devout turn the dead of traitors to ether for the faithful! And forget not thy Kell! Neiksis, who doth guide us to glory once more! Hold faith, kin, our salvation cometh upon the dawn!"

      As the crowds roared below, Srivikiss turned, and paced back through the door from which he came, now certain of the house's loyalty.

      Below, Rhall worked his way through the throng of frenzied eliksni, seeking to speak to Srivikiss before the kell.

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    • Kelliks was ready for any threat , his response to burn them down with his shrapnel launcher. But Kelliks felt a sort of uneasiness. "Phokass don't you think this is to easy?" Kelliks pulled out the shard . "What if the vex were never frozen in the first place ,what if they've been silently watching us this whole time?." Kelliks paused for a while " This is an ambush "

      Vandal: " What are you trying to say? The vex are frozen ,we don't have worry about them.

      Kelliks growled "what I'm trying to say is the real threat isn't in front of us." Kelliks then pointed to the tunnel where they walked through "it's behind us."

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    • "Kelliks, of course it is not this easy," Phokass said. "As soon as we open the gate, this entire army of Vex is bound to awaken and attack us. They are obviously here to keep out any intruders."

      Phokass gestured Siariks. "That does not change the fact that we are need to stop the Obstructive Mind, no matter the cost. Siariks, let Arniks-2 open this gate."

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    • "Draw Shock Blades, Cinders. We enter battle soon." The slow whine of shock blades being powered up could be heard throughout the room, and the Cinders vanished once again.

      "Of what programming sect are these Vex?"

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    • Siariks turned from his conversation with Arniks-2, who was currently trying to open the gate, with not much success. The Vex encryption was strong, and the gate itself was, according to scans, too strong to be broken by brute force.

      "I... am unsure," Siariks said. "They've been here for a very, very long time, judging by radiocarbon dating on their shells and samples taken from the ice, but there's no information anywhere about what sect they once belonged to. I'll see if I can find anything." 

      He muttered something in binary under his breath, then sat cross-legged next to Arniks-2, watching its project on the door. His eyes drifted to the Goblins lining the walls, and Siariks whispered a curse. There must be hundreds...

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    • "They belong to the Scorpio Regulative," Phokass murmured. "An ancient programming designed for the sole purpose of keeping the Obstructive Mind imprisoned. According to the legends, they are more vicious than any other programming ever made. And if these Cabal are any indication, those legends may very well be true..."

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    • Tavris laughed at the mention of the vicious programming these machines had, for of course nothing was superior in combat to that of a Eliksini. And he would prove that to these Vex. 

      "It matters not what these foul machines are, for we will triumph were others have failed just Elikisini always do!" 

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    • "Your hubris will be the end of you," Phokass hissed. "The Vex toy around with time and space as if they were children's playthings. They have every statistical advantage over us."

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    • Erevahiss watched coldly what he considered to be Tavris' idiocy. Keeping his Shock Rifle raised, he waited for the gate to open.

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    • "Mercenary," Yhaliks said calmly and cooly, "I would not recommend you delude yourself further. The Vex are not a joke. The Baron's words likely hold weight when he speaks of these Vex... our guard will not be let down just because we 'think' we can win."

      ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRh1cZbwc4M 14:25 for mood.)

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    • Rhall found Srivikiss in the empty halls leading from the cargo bay to the throne room of Elkris-fel. The archon walked with a sense of pride and determination towards the quarters of the kell, his head held high for the first time in a long time. Rhall approached and walked with him towards the throne room, starting the conversation in noble-speak.

      "Your show appears to have been a success."

      "Indeed. See how they leapt to the chance to silence the dissenters. There is hope for the house yet."

      "It might have gone smoother had you warned me first."

      "Twas no time. The fire of conviction burned within me. The speech was inspired. Had I hesitated, the spark might hath been lost, and there might still be traitors among us."

      "And Judgment's scribe? Ekriax?"

      "A necessary causality. Blame is worth naught if you have nowhere to pin it."

      "Hmm, Indeed. House Judgment would never have approved of our methods anyways."

      "Precisely. Better to be rid of them and the dissenters all at once. Two problems, one solution."

      "Let us go, then, and hear the Kell's plan. Let us learn how we shall save our house."

      And with that, the two archons stepped through the hatch to the throne room of Neiksis, Kell of Storms.

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    • Erevahiss looked over to the small team of Vandals and Dregs he was leading into battle, seemingly critical of their apparent muttering about him. He then looked back towards the gate waiting to be opened, muttering loudly: "This door needs to be opened, it is useless of our time to stand here."

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    • Siariks, quite frankly, didn't care about the mercenary's false bravado. Eliksni died and lived on their own merit, and if the mercenary wished to throw his life away, Siariks didn't especially care except for the loss of a capable gun to the task force. 

      As he thought this, the gate opened with a hiss of supercooled air. Arniks-2 sent out a blurt of warning binary from his augmitters, and Siariks patted it on his outer shell, as one might to do an Earthen dog to reassure it.

      Siariks leaned forward to peer into the fog of steam and ice crystals, rifle in his bottom left hand.

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    • Phokass stepped closer to the opened gate and peered inside. All he saw was a massive, empty shaft. No staircase, no elevator, just a deep drop into the dark.

      As the Fallen gathered around the pit, suddenly they heard a loud screech. The Minotaurs along the edge of the pit started activating.

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    • The loud screech was enough for kelliks to have  a firm grip on his shrapnel launcher. "Well this is it " Kelliks spoke with a sense of pride " I don't know if we will come out alive, our fate might be similar to stone. But one thing that I know of is that we won't go down without a fight.

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    • Tavris turned his gaze to the awakening Minotaurs and laughed, for the time of battle had finally come at last! He and his wariors were quick to assume defensive positions in cover and unleash a volley of plasma fire in the direction of the machines. Tavris on the other hand activated his gaze as he drew his wire rifle, and upon doing so he targeted the nearest Minotaur. Little structural weakness encompassed the body of the Vex machine, but once its single eye met with Tavris's he knew just where to place his shot.

      Tavris raised his fist in triumph as a wire round pierced through the eye of the Minotaur removing its entire head from its body. Although, his victory was short lived as Tavris soon realized it was still kicking and moving on his position. He quickly drew his shock pistols and rapid fired them into the charging hulk, downing the construct with a torrent of furious blows.

      Tavris roared in triumph once more and shouted: "What else wants to die?"  

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    • Erevahiss raised his Shock Rifle, holding the rifle in his two upper prosthetic arms as he drew his shockblade with his left lower arm. His team sounded, muttering as the devices activated and Tavris charged in to the chambers. One dreg tried to join the fray with the mercenaries, as Erevahiss stopped him.

      "We stand back and fight from a distance, allow these mercenaries to get themselves killed! When they are dead and the machine is weak, then we shall strike." Erevahiss commanded, before looking over to Phokass: "Of course, only if you so desire... my Baron."

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    • (You underestimate these Minotaurs, young one.)

      The attacks Tavris made barely dented the Minotaur's strange metallic hull. In return, the Minotaur aimed the weapon on its arm. A purple light started to glow from it in increasing brightness. It was charging.

      The bolt of energy released and impacted near Tavris, with the resulting blast encompassing two of his mercenaries.

      "Whatever this metal is, it is nearly indestructible," Phokass cried out. "Open fire!"

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    • ReDquinox wrote: "Whatever this metal is, it is nearly indestructible," Phokass cried out. "Open fire!"

      ("Oh shit, we can't hurt them with gunfire! Let's shoot them!")

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    • (If you can't kill it with one gun, use more larger guns.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (If you can't kill it with one gun, use more larger guns.)

      (if only we had a scorch cannon )

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    • Kelliks was annoyed with amount of damage dealt to one Minotaur. " By the time we destroy one Minotaur ,our resources would have finished." Kelliks cried  "We need a scorch cannon." 

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    • The Fallen collectively opened fire on the Minotaurs, but no matter what they did, the machines were unstoppable. Numerous Dregs and Vandals fell to the explosive blasts the Minotaurs fired, and even some Captains succumbed. Most of Tavris' team had been wiped out. "This is hopeless!" Phokass called. "Everyone, into the Bastion, quickly!"

      The Fallen scurried towards the chasm in the middle of the room, but those who came first halted when they looked down into the depth. Sadly for them, the stream of Fallen pushed against them, and they fell into the pit. Those who came after jumped down.

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      Erevahiss raised his Shock Rifle, holding the rifle in his two upper prosthetic arms as he drew his shockblade with his left lower arm.

      (An important note that I made on Accolyte's wall a little while back: No known Eliksni has used their lower hands for wielding weapons. While the reason for this is unknown, it is consistant across all examples. Thusly, I believe the rule should be followed in this RP as well.)

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    • (It's probably because of game mechanics. If they would wield both at once, that would make them overpowered.)

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    • (And the same doesn't apply here?

      Dual shrapnel launchers? Shock rifles? Scorch cannons?)

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    • (That wouldn't even be useful. Imagine how hard it'd be to aim two rifles at once. Now, Shock blades, however, would be very useful to wield in your lower arms, because you wouldn't need to draw them in case someone gets near.)

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    • Siariks tried to hold his own, but even the Guardian rifle rounds did nothing to the Minotaurs, which was positively unheard-of. That was about when he realized one of the Minotaurs was aiming at Arniks-2.

      Gritting his teeth under his helmet, he threw a Shock Knife end-over-end at the Minotaur's eye, where it stuck fast, shocking it into stillness for a moment before it began walking again, now with a scorched and useless head and main ocular.

      Falling back towards the shaft, Siariks whistled for Arniks-2 in binary, then jumped down the empty shaft backwards. As he began to fall, Siariks engaged Arniks in a short burst of binary-cant, and the Servitor expanded its repulsor field to cover the both of them. Now, they were still falling, but much slower.

      Sadly, there wasn't anything else Siariks could do for the other Eliksni...

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    • When all the others had jumped down, Phokass followed. He fell deeper and deeper into the darkness, until...

      He slowed and landed safely on a floor. He looked around him. Above him was the shaft they had come through. He was standing in some sort of basin, filled with a glowing white liquid. It was located in the middle of a large hall, illuminated by hovering orbs of faint blue light. In the far end of the room, a massive staircase went further down into the Bastion. The rest of the Flames were already recovering from the fight.

      Phokass looked up into the shaft. No way they'd get back out through there.

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    • (fyi tharis went down)

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    • Tavris watched in horror as his squad was cut down by the merciless machines, with a bone chilling amount of efficiency and speed. As he fell back along with the other Elikisini he dragged the wounded body of his second in command along with him into the pit, as the mercenaries fled into the bastion. Upon making a rough landing at the end of their descent Tavris laid the wounded Eliksini against the ground, leaning against the wall of the shaft. 

      "Come my old friend there is still much fighting to do," Tavris said with a great deal of sadness for he knew his comrade's wounds were to great to continue. 

      "Tavris, of all the hell holes that I had to die in it had to be here at the hands of these infidel machines," the Vandal said as he coughed up ether. One of his lower arms had been severed by a blast from the Minotaurs, and during the fight his chest had suffered the wrath of a charging Minotaur who undoubtedly broke several bones in his body.

      "If only I had been quicker to the trigger my friend," Tavris said with grief. 

      "Do not blame yourself; you, I, all of our squad did what they could. Just make sure you finish this fight for us," the Vandal said as he laid back unto the wall. 

      "Farewell comrade, know that you did not die in vain," Tavris said as he turned away from the dead Elikisini. 

      Tavris sat against the wall near his dying comrade amd laid his weapon against his side, as a wave of sorrow overcame him. Knowing he had no comrades left to grieve with him. 

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    • A dreg fell into the pit shortly after Phokass landed, hitting the ground with a pained noise as Erevahiss dropped down after it. He landed next to the broken dreg, as he looked down at it with his three glowing, and single dim eye. He looked around the scene, before returning his attention back to the Baron—seemingly awaiting instruction.

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    • Yhaliks' head tilted as his four eyes scanned the strange area. The Minotaurs had slain a Dreg and a Vandal Cinder Guard. The Radiolara-flecked ground made visibility no better, creatng a heavy glare. He finally located Phokass and approached him with the Cinders in tow.

      "Baron, what is this place? Is this where we shall battle the Obstructive Mind?"

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    • "Yes, Yhaliks," Phokass said, gazing down the path ahead. "We have entered the Sapphire Bastion. There is no turning back now."

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    • Seeing that the dreg would not be moving, Erevahiss stepped over its body as he kept his Shock Rifle raised. "No turning back." Erevahiss restated, "We shall find an end ahead of us, then."

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    • (Inq, I'm waiting on you.)

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    • The Fallen marched further down into the Sapphire Bastion, down the massive staircase. Along the sides, small channels of the glowing liquid streamed downwards. They were the only form of illumination in this structure, so the roof was not visible for the Flames.

      From deep down in the depths of the Bastion, a low rumble started becoming audible.

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    • Yhaliks' ears slowly became aware of a deep rumble, just at the low spectrum of his hearing. It disturbed him deeply, and he drew his Shock Blades. A metallic scent crept into his nose. There was no way of telling if this was a signifier of anything, but he could take no chances.

      "The air sours. Ready yourselves."

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    • Thäris's HUD lit up with enemy activity, and she drew her Shock Blades as well.

      "This is it. Thäris cannot emphasize how dangerous the Obstructive Mind is... So powerful, even The Vex could not stop it. If we had the Great Machine to help us..."

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    • (There is no enemy activity, only a rumble.)

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    • (The rumble is emitting enemy signatures, causing the enemy activity on her hud. Some is from the Minotaurs too.)

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    • Erevahiss' eyes scanned the dark area carefully, hearing from Yhaliks and Thäris the rumours of Vex lurking within the darkness. Typical, however he should only allowed to believe it once he has seen their eyes for himself.

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    • (The rumble is a sound. Why would it emit signatures? Also, the Minotaurs are a long, long way up.)

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    • Tavris stood beside the other Elikisini as they traversed through the dark, although he could feel the enemy were close by his gaze could not detect any signatures; in frustration Tavris rapidly cycled through the different settings on his gaze hoping to find something that would detect these machines. 

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    • (1. Maybe I thought that it would be accompanied by Vex incursions.

      2. Thäris has sniper HUD.)

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    • (1. Don't make such assumptions, then.

      2. That changes absolutely nothing.)

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    • (...lets just drop it.)

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    • (Shame on you Inq. I'm inactive for two straight weeks and not a single post. If you're gonna play a kell, get involved damnit.)

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    • Even though one would expect a massive number of Vex, the staircase was entirely devoid of all enemy activity. This remained the same the whole way down, until...

      The staircase stopped. The Fallen had run into a massive wall.

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    • Tavris checked the wall for any signs of structural weakness, and drew his wire rifle to bear. He turned to the other Eliksini before asking, "Anyone got some explosives?" 

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    • Yhaliks nodded to the Cinders. "We still have those which we... reappropriated from the Cabal. I shall bring them to you."

      The group pulled an assortment of grenades and plastic explosives off their belts, placing them on the ground.

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    • "This wall does not look like it would budge to our weaponry," Phokass contemplated. "We can try it, but I expect little to happen."

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    • "Tavris," Thäris asked, "have you used your Gaze? It will help a lot."

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    • "Even if there is a structural weakness , there will be no point." 

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    • "Kelliks, there is nothing that indicates that. I believe that the Obstructive Mind is here. There may be something, there may not. But not trying is fruitless, whether something is here or not, " Yhaliks snarled.

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    • (Y'all aren't even trying anything, so I'll just go ahead and do this.)

      "There is no other way than through this wall," Phokass said while he studied the surface of the wall. "But brute force will not help us here. You have seen how ineffective our weaponry is against this metal."

      Then, he saw it. A tiny fracture in the rugged surface, slightly too small for him to put his finger in. Determined to get rid of the obstacle this wall formed, he inserted the tip of his Shockstaff into the fracture. The crack started to glow a bright white light. Phokass gazed triumphantically under his helmet. "Find more of these fractures," he commanded his forces.

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    • (Ooh, Red, breaking out the South! Where did this come from?)

      Drawing his shock blades, he yelled at the Cinders. "Fan out. Look closely."

      Stepping closer the Captain noticed another crevice. He placed the sword into the crack, and he felt that the wall shuddered slightly under his touch as it lit up.

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    • (I'm foreign, I can do whatever accent I feel like.)

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    • Siariks spoke briefly with Arniks-2, then gestured at the wall. As Siariks stood back, Arniks-2 floated forward, and projected a screen of purple light over the wall.

      With a chirp from the Servitor, the crevices all across the wall were highlighted in bright white. Triumphantly, Siariks strode forward, flipped a Shock Knife off his hip with his lower left arm in a show of dexterity, and jammed it into the nearest crevice.

      "The topological mapping program should be accurate," Siariks said. "Then again, I trust all our eyes are good enough to tell where there is a crevice and where not. This is merely to help." 

      Taking his second knife from its sheath, Siariks moved towards the next nearest crevice.

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    • With a hiss, the hatch to the throne room of Stormship Elkris-fel slid open, and in stepped the storms two remaining archons. Upon entry, the two were greeted by the sight of their kell, Neksis, speaking to a baron draped in the colors of House Flames.

      Both bowed in respect to the kell of storms, less a bow than a nod of the head, for archons serve their prime first and their kell second. Then, Srivikiss spoke in the noble tounge.

      "My kell, House Storms is clensed! The faithless and the dissenters are no more, Ekriax, judgment scribe and Arakis, storm baron were amongst them. But now, kell, we are united under one will! All beneath our banner await your word."

      Rhall, content to let Srivikiss enjoy his moment of glory, eyed the flame baron and spoke in a quieter, if more menacing tone.

      "And what are you doing so far from your house, amidst the court of the lord of storms no less, little ember?"

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    • As every crevice was higlighted, Thäris jabbed the one nearest her with one of her Shock Blades. "Siariks, that was a great idea!" She said, delighted. "Tell Arniks-2 I thank them."

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    • Kelliks had also found another crevice in wich he inserted his shock blades 

      "I see the crevices relate to a pattern , I guess we've got it right so far otherwise this whole place would come tumbling down upon us . Siariks tell Arniks-2 to show us a clue , it would be of great help

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    • Name: Kanirr

      Species:Fallen 

      Affliation: House of Flame

      Rank:Flame Claw (its in lore)

      Equipment: shrapnel launcher

      Bio: Kanirr was once painfully hurt from a guardian and had to have one one of his arms replaced. he is one of the most trusted in his house. His shrapnel launcher was modified by the siva tech and became a very powerfull weapon. He will fight for his house to the end.  

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    • is it too late too add something

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    • (This RP has been dead for a while. I'd love for it to rise again, but that's not likely.

      If your looking to RP and have commitment, you could try The Repeatitve Mind: Hearld of War.)

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    • what is that, sorry i just play destiny but dont study the lore

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    • (Nevermind. Sorry, but these RPs require a fairly high degree of lore comprehention. No hard feelings.)

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    • Does the House have to be house of Flames? Just a question. Not a problem if that is indeed the case. Cause I've written a whole list of characters for a 'House of Tears'.

      I'm writing a fanfiction inspired by Fallen/Eliksni lore via grimoire cards etc.

      reply yes or no and I'll see if I can work with what your response is.

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    • (This thing has been dead since April last year. Please don't revive this, you're making me look at my failures of the past.)

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    • lol kk. Good Luck on stuff in the future.

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    • I wish this was alive

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    • You guys have like a discord or something?

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    • A FANDOM user
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