The Devil's Peninsula

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The Devil's Peninsula

Post by Rising_Dusk » Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:47 am

This topic is for Pokemon RP posts in the Devil's Peninsula, the peninsula on the map where the Devil's Maw volcano is located. Any specific areas on the peninsula, such as the volcano and Haven, will have their own topics that you should post in.

Remember to specify where in this location you are at the top of every post you make.
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The Devil's Peninsula

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:48 am

Then
The Empty Quarter, Karud Desert (Dashir-e Karud)

She was beautiful.
It had taken Crux nearly an hour to creep his way into the ruins after he spied her through his looking glass.The early morning light did much to add to her allure. Now, with soft steps and a steady eye, Crux was close enough to reach out and touch her. Her hair was black, long, glimmering like silken strands. She was open to the sun, but enclosed on all sides. He drank her in, his slow smile concealed by the Eshabir el-Hekhet, the 'Merciless Mask' a style of desert garb. She was naked, Crux had noticed from afar, bathing in the rising sunlight, the cool wind kissing across her bare form. She propped herself up on her elbows, head arched back, eyes closed, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She lay with her lower back and legs on the ground, albeit her left leg hooked over her right. She had a curious air about her, as if she knew she was being watched but didn't mind in the slightest. Slowly, Crux reached out with his right hand and brushed the length of her thigh with the back of his center and index digit. She made no movement, no sound, she just continued to smile.

A shifting of the earth behind him brought him to his senses again.
Without another word Crux took a few steps out into the open, not even registering the massive fin, blazed in the color of sandstone, that rose from the desert sands. His left hand grasped a golden ring set into the sandstone fin, while his right was extended to the woman. She made no motion to join him...how could she? Bound in stone as she was.

"I shall remember you my lovely..." he breathed.
He struck the golden ring against the stone and was off once more, desert sands parting before him, a lovely mosaic in ruins now stretching far behind.

Now
The Devil's Peninsula (Pensula-e Diablo), some distance from Haven

The earth gave before him.
Crux hooked his right arm into the golden ring and let the natural movement of his body lull him into a false rest. His mind wandered, teasing out scenarios and half-truths to his delight. There were scarce few ferals out this way, for no doubt they could sense the doom approaching from the great ocean of fire. His departure from the Empty Quarter and through the Dante Pass had been uneventful, his weeks before adventurous enough without added confrontation. His mind wandered back to then, passing the time as he neared his destination.

The Sandstorm had raged, yet Crux did not mind.
Long had he lived in the desert and long had he weather sandstorms, natural, man, or pokemon made. Twice in his life had he endured storms that wiped out cities, having no doubt he would weather more in the years to come. He used the raging storm to his advantage, striking down the unwary before fading back into the storm. Sutekh, his great desert wyrm, had brought down creatures with ease, crushing them in its massive jaws or snapping their feeble bones with its girth. It was then he finally found the source of the storm. Not wishing a confrontation while so vastly outnumbered, Crux rode the storm out, fading back into the sands before they even knew he was gone. With all haste he made for Haven, intent on delivering the information on his lips to the defenders there.

Crux gazed at the land passing by, the green, the trees.
He loathed being out of his element. He did not belong here. He would not be welcome.
Absently he fingered the hilt of his Spider sword and offered a challenge into the air.
"Let them try...let them come...and the gods damn he who says 'Hold! Enough!'"
Crux chuckled as they traveled on.
Cruor Vult

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The Devil's Peninsula

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:23 am

Pensula-e Diablo, some distance from Haven

His blade sang out, gifting the air with the hum of shimmering metal.
Blood and bile followed the sword stroke, painting first the sky, then the ground with crimson brackish gore. The foes before Crux gave pause, as yet another of their kind fell dead to the earthen deck. Some scant meters behind him, Crux could hear the faint struggle of something drawn under the ground and put to death as it last saw the sky. Crux slowly stood from his crouched position, wind gripping his Kefket, his kill banner scarf, holding his sword at the ready. He watched them with silver eyes from the depths of his veiled gaze. He drank them in, counting heartbeats, knowing that in a few seconds they would muster courage for another strike or turn tail and run.

The rumble of the earth beneath his feet told him very soon one of them would die.
The ferals, a small pack of Sandslashes and a lone Marowak, had dug a redoubt and were fighting over a meal when Crux had stumbled into them. It was not like him to be so careless, but the peninsula was not the desert. He could not survey the land as he normally would, for time was not on his side. A battle had ensued. It was decided quickly, Sutekh and Crux ravaging the ferals in a surprise attack made on the whim.
They still stood there, claws glistening with a cruel edge.
Then the three became two.

Crux charged, using their confusion to his advantage, throwing up a series of flashing feints before cross slashing a beast from collar to ribcage. He followed through with a hard driving thrust. His blade bit deep, drinking deep of the waters of life, spilling the twisted blood of the Sandslash to the earth. By then survival instinct kicked in and the last Sandslash retreated. The hole it had made was apparent and the furious sounds of breaking earth could be heard for a heartbeat. Crux twisted his blade, the transfixed creature writhing, yet its arms not long enough to reach the human. It twitched and whimpered, it struggled and screamed its twisted scream. Crux cared not. Calmly he drew his dagger and stuck the creature in its throat, ignoring the feeble attempts it made to scratch him. It died soon after, drowning on its own blood.
Matted fur cleansed the weapons of gore and the bandit looked off in the direction of the would be escaping Sandslash. The earth buckled giving rise to Sutekh, the Onix roared, throwing the crumpled form of the last Sandslash into the air. The bitten creature landed hard, breaking what the jaws of the Onix did not already break.
The sand leviathan returned to its master sinking into the earth till just the fin remained.

Sheathing his blades, Crux mounted up once more.
"Los geah." The bandit murmured to himself, clanging the golden ring once.
The earth gave away before him once more...in the distance a river flowed swiftly.
To his knowledge, the Bandit was almost there.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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The Devil's Peninsula

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Tue Jan 05, 2010 1:13 am

Pensula-e Diablo, short distance from Haven

Crux leaned from the rigging of the sandstone fin.
Two taps of the golden ring denoted that the course should not be changed and the earth continued to give way before the desert bandit. His gaze washed out over the fields, catching a glimpse of his destination just before him. He had crossed a small river and followed the edge of the mountains to come before the outpost. The mountains on his left had dwindled down to jutting crags and Crux swore he could hear the call of the sea just beyond those earthen hills. He pulled himself in toward the fin and adjusted his footing. No doubt he would be spotted soon if he hadn't already.

A glance over his shoulder at the fading mountain range set his jaw.
Crux would not dally around if the men and women of Haven were found lacking. They would hear him out and help or be swallowed by the storm that came for them. He cared not which occurred.
As if sensing the humans thoughts, the head of the Onix rose just enough to grumble some sort of response. The diamond eyes flashed, glimmering with a spark of some higher intelligence. The head dipped below the ground again, parting the earth as smoothly as a hand between waves.

Crux chuckled in his mask.
Haven loomed in the distance.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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