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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
« Reply #11 on: November 19, 2016, 06:17:34 pm »
"Hmpf." Anemone began to shake her head. Each doppleganger only part of this...child's subconscious but givem her own attiention they faded. She had seen many of things this wasn't exactly one of them but she had seen old texts similar to these, but again they in old texts associated them with dreaming. Could still be true, after all the kid was whimpering and clearly unconscious.

Anemone got slightly closer, leaning over slightly she tried again to wake him with basic communication. "Hey kid, excuse me, hallooo-?" Staying on guard she kept her gaze directed to him. Once more she spoke in attempts to awaken bim, "hey! Kid!"
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« Reply #10 on: November 19, 2016, 05:43:33 pm »
As the woman's voice broke into the silence of the throne room the only reply she would be met with was a faint whimper. A whimpered that mimiced the sound of pure fear. Yet, the creature she had detected did not move from his spot. He still seemed to be sleeping: and rather hard at that.

The creature hugging his legs closer and closer as a pure black, smoke like, energy seemed to flow off of him. This energy detaching from his body to form three different, shadow like, beings. One such being taking the shape of a wolf that seemed to wander away: avoiding the boy. Yet it never seemed to look away from him.

The second shadow seemed to form a baby dragon. This shadow seeming to try to console the boy as it rested on his shoulder. Gently using it's tail to hug around his neck. The boy seeming to relax a bit as he nuzzled towards the baby dragon.

Though, the third shadow... It took shape of what seemed to be a demonic spirit. It's horn protruding high from it's head. It seemed to have elven-esque ears and red eyes. These red eyes staring down at the boy as it stood. A faint growl escaping from this shadow as an ominous echo had escaped the being. "Pathetic child... You are weak! Insolent! Pointless!"

As the echo of the third shadow grew louder and strong the wolf began to look away. The dragon attempting to hide behind the boy's head. His cries once more escaping into the throne room once more as the dragon hid. "Pathetic." echoed the demonic shadow before all three would desolve as soon as the woman would gaze upon them.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
« Reply #9 on: November 18, 2016, 08:47:49 pm »
Through her time here Anemone had witnessed a lot. More then she would want to share. She ventured far because after all what more was there to do? Now she found herself somewhere with a familar smell, although that smell was really light.

Her heeled black boots tapped along the crumbling brick and stone. This place was an kingdom of old, slowly it was falling appart, and it was clearly abandoned. She kept moving through the place, keeping her guard up. Anemone ran her hamd through the top of her blonde hair.

"This place is very depressing. How this place was once probably cared for and with high regards. But nothing lasts..."

She put her hands on her hips and moved down the isles until something caught her senses. It was an odd smell, not quite a mortal. Could there be a life here? She closed her eyes and upon reopening them she was able to detect the heat from living things. It was but one of her vampiric abilities. Usually a hunting ability. Quickly she transformed to a bat, another ability given to more advanced vampires, and down to the attraction she went.

There was a thrown room next to a crumbling wall and a person. Unsure she slipped back into her moral figure. Carefully she got slightly closer. "Hallo? I do believe that wall is a pretty crappy place to sit near. It doesn't look safe, but hey what do I really know? Anyhow what is the quickest way out of here? I was hoping to find something here but all i found was disappointment, thus far." She checked her nails while talking not even looking in the direction of the unknown person. She placed her hands back on her hips waiting for her reply. Or a possible fight either way she prepared herself.
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
« Reply #8 on: November 18, 2016, 08:18:37 pm »
Roze had been wandering aimlessly since the disappearance of Urdroxa... Attempting to find some for of.. Purpose? He could not fit into a human society. Or any other form of society for that matter. Even amoungst the outcasts he had always felt shunned. Lost. So, he found himself walking further and further as his short existence continued day and night. Now finding himself actually lost. Nothing but a strange pile of stone that left but a destroyed room in it's wake. It had seemed to be some kind of throne room.

Wandering into the room he sat against the destroyed wall. The stone was cold and uncomfortable. Though this room.. It felt.. Familiar. Homey, even. It was such a strange, yet comforting, feeling. These thoughts flowing through his mind as he brought his knees up to his torso. Wrapping his arms gently around his legs: finally dozing off after such a long time. He was so tired...
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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
« Reply #7 on: December 05, 2015, 12:19:10 am »
He laughed, a genuine sound that made the whole world stand still to listen to; it was a roll of thunder without a doubt, his four lungs making the sound even deeper. 'Retrace his steps? Even if you did so, why? Have you purpose other than to follow him? Power is not all that is important, but to be powerful is so much more than just obtaining it.' He sighed heavily, softly chuckling still. 'Do not get me wrong, Chimera, but there is no shame in what you say. It is worthy to follow your heritage, but dwelling in the past...' He offered a gentle smile. 'I am sure I am merely going to repeat myself with you, so follow your creator if you so choose, but remember to also live for yourself. Gods are outdated ideals that should die off; ideals that should remain in the past.'

However, his head tilted to the side, studying the man and his words.

Demonreach simply was. He cared not for his creator, though he knew he had none. He was worshiped, once. Or, perhaps, the Void from which he was apart of was. The Void was nothing, swallowing all that stared into it; that found themselves within. Those ancient beings, long dead now by his hands, were fickle with their faith and he destroyed them.

He was not a kind god.

He was unforgiving in his mercy as much as the Void was; he merely sought to end all things alive, but cherished them all. He strove to be more than the Void, perhaps, but he was a simple creature.

A creature driven by curiosity, of wanting to know; his questions were more to drive situations, to see how others would react. The Chimera did not disappoint, though he wasn't surprised in his reactions. Most creations loathed their masters, on some level, and strove to be better than them, to surpass and destroy said creator. But how did one destroy that which was infinite? Demonreach laughed wryly, shaking his head.

One didn't.

They embrace it, dominated it, and used it.

As he had.

So enamored within his thoughts, he missed Razor's entrance; the gentle prodding the creator did with his spawn. He stared almost emptily at Xamphere as he allowed his mind to wander; a rather pensive look coming across his features, though there was amusement upon his face. Though there was something darker within his gaze, a hunger that seemed fathomless and infinite.

Slowly, he pulled himself away and stared at Razor, 'Welcome brother!' though by this time, the other was admiring the Eye.

He rolled his massive shoulders, 'There isn't much to my life, I admit. Just endless centuries of blood and lust and curiosity. Tell me, would you care for your test now?'
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« Reply #6 on: December 01, 2015, 12:00:29 am »
Xamphere only let out a sigh and closed his eyes as Demonreach began his deep decent into lectures and will. He had been tired of hearing of fates. He was tired of hearing of his own life in general. Was it his purpose to sit through a constant lecture of his life and potential? It was... Taxing. Speaking on a low, tired, tone as his eyes reopened towards the end of Demonreach's words. "Yeah, yeah... I get your message." With that he slowly stood; his blade appearing in his hand. Stabbing the tip of the blade into the earth as he leaned his wait to the hilt. "First off, I am not his son..." He seemed to almost glare at those words. "His view on the matter is irrelevant. I was created.. Not born. I have no parents." With that he relaxed his demeanor; pulling the hilt closer as he shifted his weight back a bit. "In my life, a creation of man's vanity and a gods stolen light, I have sought the throne of the gods." His lips curved up in a grin at the very... Questionable goal. "I wish to master my heritage so I may soon reach that goal. Razor may not be my father, but, I was created from him. So, I must retrace his steps."

As soon as those words were left from Xamphere's lips a voice broke out into the silence; a slight chuckle following suit. Pointing to Razor sitting atop the entrance to the room. "My footsteps? Hah. Stupid kid." In truth this was a new kingdom. Xamphere was brought here of his own instincts; not from Razor's past. "If you are following my footsteps you're better off with some hookers and... Well, this 'do no evil' attitudes gotta go." Xamphere scoffing at the entrance of this man. Only turning back to Demonreach. "So you have all my life you need to know." Razor only smirking as he made his way over to the massive eye that lay observing them all silently. Running his hand on the wall below the eye as if fascinated. An amused chuckle escaping his lips.

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« Reply #5 on: November 28, 2015, 05:56:03 pm »
Demonreach cast a dark look towards the Eye; his face twisting in an angry snarl, 'Silence.'

As the word left his lips, Demonreach looked back to Xamphere; the earth moving beneath him to recreate the ruined throne that the Chimera sat upon. 'Nothing is irrelevant. It is your life, is that something you consider irrelevant? If so, why show yourself here? Why not go elsewhere and find a worthy opponent to battle against and perhaps die? Child of Razor, put simply, you define your own Life. We are all linked by Fate and Time, but truly, you are the master of your Life. Power is an admirable goal in life, as I have gathered quite a bit.'

He leaned back, rolling his shoulders as he allowed himself to relax; his eyes closing. 'If you feel as if your story is irrelevant, come back another time when you are better prepared. You must be proud of who and what you are. We will not tolerate someone who is weak willed.' Even as he was relaxed, the air around him, surrounding the two beings even, was filled with a sudden desire, an intent, for blood. A single eye was watching Xamphere.
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« Reply #4 on: November 25, 2015, 06:00:10 pm »
Xamphere let out a chuckle as he heard the footstep of the giant; a smirk crossing over his lips. Looking up to the eye as he spoke in a now much more relaxed tone. "Well, I was right... This place is a magnet." Turning his form to now look up to the known known as Demonreach. That smirk faintly slipping away, but, never fully disappearing. His kind eyes burning with ambition rivaling the one known as Razor. The eye behind him only spoke out towards Demonreach as he focused onto him; as if trying to look more close. "He is of Dominae blood... And of Dominae in name... Yet... He is not of Dominae...." Xamphere glancing to the eye off the corner of his view. "Huh... Xamphere. Xam works fine." He said as he slowly leaned back to sit in the ruined throne. Resting his elbow on the chair. "And my story... Well, my story is irrelevant, don't you think?"

He looked down as he shook his head; leaning back to look over his shoulder. Looking though the massive chucking of the entire top left corner. Watching the eye behind him. The strange lock that guarded the entrance. Speaking back to Demonreach. "But... If you must know.. I am a creation of the one you call Razor... No son, but, lets say... An experiment. An improvement." He spoke so blatantly before adjusting in the chair to look back to him. He could not concentrate over the eye staring them down. Only crossing his right leg over his left knee as he got comfortable. "And as for how I got here... Well. I do still have a portion of his blood in me.. I can't help to be drawn to this place. I only had a feeling it had to do with Urdroxa because I maintained this form... I would have taken on a different form if it was for my 'mother' so to speak... The one who's DNA served my.. Improvements." He only chuckled at the very irony of his entire creation.

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Re: TheEtherealIslands: Home of the Dominae
« Reply #3 on: November 25, 2015, 01:43:22 am »
Demonreach had felt the tug of his Dominae blood; a sort of summoning, perhaps, long awakened after scores of years passed by with nothing.

The Truth Form stirred with the summoning.

It was, perhaps, how he found himself on this path of nothing but broken, ruined roads and destroyed buildings. It was, perhaps, that he found himself face to face with another of Razor's ilk.

'Surely Fate smiles upon you this day, child.' His voice, as ever, was thunderous in its volume; the pitch deep and low, almost vibrating the very air around them.

Standing side by side to the Chimera, Demonreach easily dwarfed the man -though he dwarfed just about everyone, and everything, he had ever come into contact with. He was a little under 8 feet: a tower of muscle and power. His skin was just slightly darker than the purest alabaster, almost glittering in the sun's dying rays. A rather otherwordly look that would disturb and fascinated even the greatest of artistic talent such was his beauty. His very presence was uplifting and filled with humor, a childish glee and curiosity that seeped into the most strong willed and eased their aches.

A gentle, beatific in nature, was always ready upon his lips; the sapphire-azure pupils alive with energy and mischief; the dry, stale air lifting the tendrils of silver-ebony hair, dancing briefly with the soft strands before alighting them back upon his broad shoulders.

He smiled down at the man, 'I am named Demonreach. Before I allow you to enter this place, perhaps you would give me your name and perhaps a story? Preferably something from your past, or your journey here, but please feel free to indulge yourself with whatever tale you may think of.'

As a creature that rivaled both Urdroxa and Razor in power, the aura that radiated off of him held no killer intent; in fact, there was danger within his aura. His own power was held in check, his very presence as obscure as the wind. Though the aura was 'gentle', it radiated an arctic cold that would threaten to freeze even the hottest of flames.
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« Reply #2 on: November 24, 2015, 07:49:37 pm »
Xamphere slowly made his way into the destroyed castle as he looked around the only room the managed to remain in tact. Though, that was such a loose fitting description seeing as how the very ceiling looked like it would be destroyed at any moment. A huff escaping his lips as he looked around the room; a distaste in his tongue. "Hm... So this would be the kingdom of the Dominae... How pitiful... Yet, somehow I doubt it..." With that he made his way over to the nearly destroyed throne; eyeing the broken structure. "Somehow I doubt Urdroxa would let any kingdom with his own name fall to decay..." He eyed over the peculiar gems that were placed upon the hand rests of the throne. His eyebrow shifting up in a curious glance. They seemed... Odd. Who would place valuables in such an odd location? Or even more so... Who would leave them after the castle was destroyed. It all seemed rather coincidental.

So, out of sheer curiosity he placed his hands upon the strange jewels; causing them to glow with energy. Looking up as reality began to tear upon the wall placed behind the throne. A large eye tearing into the wall as it looked down to Xamphere. Narrowing it's vision as if confused by the boy's presence. The eerie echo entering the room as the eye remained focus on Xamphere. "Hm... A young one... I can not allow your entrance to this realm, boy..." Xamphere slowly pulling his hands from the gem as he raised his eyebrow the the eye; his sword quickly appearing in his hand. Cautious as to what was going next, but, not rash enough to attack. Only resting the blade upon his shoulder. "And why is that, shadow?" The voice only continuing in reply as it seemed to glare in response to the blade. "You have yet to have your worthiness test... You are but a larva in my Master's eyes... Yet... I can not destroy you for trespassing either... You have me at an odds, boy." Xamphere only chuckling in reply as the sword disappeared; accepting the monster's words as truth. "So be it, Shadow. Then present me with your test... And I shall prove what I already know."

The eye only relaxing at the banishing of the blade. Speaking once more in that same eerie echo. "Impossible... I do not test. I only open the door... My master's present the tests. I only follow the orders." Xamphere only laughing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Very well... Present me with one of your masters, then." The eye only glaring once more. "You have been presented with three of my masters... Yet, you have proven nothing to them.. I will not wake them for you to disappoint them again, boy." A look of irritation crossing over his eyes as he looked to the shadowy eye; grinding his teeth. "Hm.. So, you are nothing but a powerless guardian then..."

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« Reply #1 on: November 24, 2015, 05:29:05 pm »
:Outside the Ethereal Realm:


If one were to follow the long, empty, clearing for miles on miles without end they would find themselves meeting only rubble of cement and stone. This rubble once combining to hold a manor of the most beautiful of the sort. Now only holding nothing, but, stone for all to see. On one room left actually "in tact."

This room was wide open for all to enter the large doorway; exposing the throne at the far end of the room. Large gaping holes in the ceiling for the sunlight to shine through onto the destroyed throne. Making the two large gems built upon the arm rests of the chair shimmer in the light. This entire destroyed kingdom only serving as a decoy for the ignorant.

If one were to place each hand upon a jewel the wall behind the throne would spread with a large sideways eye. Looking to those who have summoned them. If those who have summoned the large eye were not of the Dominae the room would be flooded with the intense Ire from it's pupil. Though, if they were of the Dominae the eye would tilt over to have more of a natural alignment. Opening wide as blackened "arms" began to extend along the wall from the pupil.

The "arms" beginning to spin faster and faster until they had completely consumed the entirety of the eye. Forming a single black vortex; awaiting the entrance of the loyal kin. "Welcome home..." A strange echo would fill the room as the vortex swirled.


:Within the Ethereal Realm:

For those who would enter the vortex they would find themselves in a strange new world flooded with Ire. Safe within a lengthy room. The enclosed room surrounded by six floating islands that spiralled around it in constant motion. Each island closed off in domes to prevent Ire from destroying them.

The Entrance to the Dominae (Meetings and Entrance to other islands)

This is the room you first enter the Ethereal realm into. A long white room that held a large black table in the center of it. Chairs surrounding the table for those who were part of the clan to gather and discuss business and things of the sort. To the right of this long, rectangular, table lay three more vortexes against the wall. Each leading to a different island. On the left side of the table held three more vortexes against the wall; leading to the other three islands. To the very back of the room lay a single throne on the far end of the table. The throne of Urdroxa Dominae and him alone.

(Left) The Isle of Trials (Fights and Trials)

Much like the Isle of Hardening this island only held a single, small, white manor. The surroundings of the manor bland and white; seeming to go on forever. No matter how far you walk from the building it will always appear the same distance away as if you had not been moving. This island meant for high level fights and tests to see if one was worthy to carry the name. Within this small manor only held the vortex to return to the entrance and a massive assortment of weapons.

(Left) The Isle of Hardening (Training)

This island is identicle to the isle of trials in every which way. Be it the inside of the manor or the outside everything was exactly the same. Even the weapons hanging on the wall were in the exact same order, shape, and size. This island, on the other hand, was meant solely for training for those who wished to enhance their abilities and test their power. These would be only casual spars meant to test reflexes and strength.

(Left) The Isle of Focus (Meditation)

This island was much different from the others. It held no buildings or weaponry. It was the only one that contained life as well. It was nothing but a large clearing that seemed to go on for eternity. Holding several grassy hills and trees; small insects fluttering around and populating the clearing. It seemed to be the most relaxing of all the islands. Meant to become in touch with your inner strengths and philosophies. A place of harsh meditation.

(Right) The Isle of Sorcery (Rituals)

This island, much like the Isle of Focus, held no buildings in site, though, was empty like the Isle of Hardening. Nothing but a plain white, infinite, world with several alchemic circles and seals placed along the floors. Each one built of different incantations and runes. A magical realm meant for the sorceries of new and old.

(Right) The Isle of Rest (Home/Rooms)

This island was a place of rest; the true home of the Dominae. Several large black manors populating the area for many people to inhabit as they pleased. The rest of the realm bland and bleek as this place was meant only for sleep. A generally unpopulated island for most portions of the day. Only at night was this place regularly used for those who desired to live there. Or even stay for a night or two.

(Right) The Gathering Isle (Casual Gatherings)

This was the most casual of the islands. A large clearing holding one massive castle. Trees surrounding the castle. It seemed to be an entire realm devoid of life except those who had visited it. A place meant for the family to intermingle and speak to one another in a non formal way. This would be the most used of the rooms meant for everyone who had joined the family.

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