Shadeleaf

Ask Kahzo, he may no longer work for the Scourge, but he can make a meeeeean skin

Shae'tan theoretically blinks and stares at the messenger who delivers news of this. "I'll allow it..." With that the creature spins about in it's ice throne/wheely chair to stare at the vast assortment of uniforms and armor it had gathered. "Best get in on this, see if tinfoil protects 'gainst frozen flame."

Look mom I'm in the news! Excellent stuff jade, and look at the media team doing things! Look at it! LOOK AT IT!!!!!!!

Shae'tan sits in the crowd, disguised obliviously as a dog cloaked in grey and gold fabric, symbolizing that it is owned. Its invitation to this funeral was... unexpected to say the least, and as time has passed, it began to grow apparent that Miss Shaela would have to make an appearance. Kicking up its fuzzy heels, the dog wandered into the clinic, form morphing thereafter into the other known of Shaela, the fabric changing with it to replicate her signature cloak. It tested its vision for a time, the colours of its attire darkening to better fit the mood, a blackened veil draping down over its 'face'. "'"Here we go..."'" it hissed, "'"Show time."'" --- Shaela strode out from the clinic, expression very much solemn as to match the occasion. Her steps were slow and measured as it approached the group. Glancing about she strode up through the crowd, standing next to Daniel and nodding, clearing her throat before launching out on a very shaky, and obviously unpracticed speech. "'"My name is Shaela. and as for Rosso here... well what can I say that hasn't already been said? The man was courageous, prudent, and surely one of the most... bull-headed mor- creatu- men to roam this land."'" Recovering from the fluff up, its weight shifted as a perfectly crafted single tear danced down her cheek. "'"His honor might have been questionable, and his morals slightly shifting from time to time, yet this man still has proved more helpful than most I've been in contact with. Nether, I remember when we..."'" -long pause- "'"The time when we roamed around the north together, searching out those who decided to try to run away and hide... ah, good times. Nevertheless, I can't begin to express my feelings for who Rosso was, and what he did for this world. Might The Creator bless his soul and lead him to (Burzumkotaz, The Nether, any place but here, the void)The next world safely and into a land of happiness."'" it ends with a slight smile, glancing to Daniel for a moment with a nod and a heavy tap on the shoulder "'"So sorry for your loss."'" it hummed, stepping back into the crowd thereafter... simply praying there is no last remark from that damnable betrayer.

The sound of howling wind rippled through the dying forest, leaves sent onto the ground, and what little land lay healthy and nourished seemed to be struggling to maintain that state. As a perpetual mist seemed to fall over the land, a scarcely heard sound might be picked up, the sound of short, well paced footsteps, and growing nearer to a crossroads. As the figure emerged from the mist, the ambient halflight shown sparkling off the dampened mail and plate armor covering its body, platinum hair spilling from the back of its helm. Upon closer examination, it was infact a she, a female of just under 6’ striding forwards with a bulky bag held close to her side... Karin removed the helm, undaunted by the creeping corruption which seemed to recede at her very presence. She drew in her surroundings and inhaled the soft autumn air, only then turning to the task at hand. Reaching to her side, she pulled a scroll, unraveling it to reveal painstakingly written calligraphy of gold and emerald sheens. “Perhaps they’ll listen through paper.” she mused, drawing up a small nail and pinning the paper to the post adjacent to her. `~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~` Inhabitance of Anthos! The coming morrow [Friday the 21st], the seekers of the Order of the Golden Lance request your service in keeping this land of ours sacred and cleansed of the Scourge. At [6pm Est] we request your presence at the gates of the conclave, as one might not make a difference without the assistance of their fellow denizens. As Seekers we request you bring your own armaments and weapons, as we are few, and without your assistance might only scratch the surface of what these bastardizations of nature hold in store. The location in which we aim to cleanse and retake shall remain silent through text, and the precise location given to any who arrive at the designated spot. For those who fight, we ask warriors be prepared to take on the forces of the Dark One’s servants, we ask archers to be more than well prepared to circumvent defences and be well equipped with both bow and arrow, and finally if any of the magically adept plan to attend, your use shall be in an abundance of emeralds and staffs. Each and every fighter will make a difference in this battle. If not for combat, we still ask any who see this note to rally, as only a union of all races and forces will be able to fully push these creatures from this land. If possible, you’ll be asked to bring food and perhaps spare armaments for those who fight. If you are unable and still wish to participate, moral support seems to go undervalued these days. We unite not as a smattering of guilds, races, and followings, but as a united front of Anthos, to drive out the Scourge from our borders, back to their damned wall! Halfling rally with Orc, rally with Cleric, rally with Necromancer to take the fight to the enemy, instead of hiding in your homes, waiting amiably for death. We have a rare chance to take the fight to their doors, and strike a blow that will be remembered for eons to come. Until then, I, and the Seekers of the Lance wish your travels be safe and your homes secure, might Xan bless us all. `~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~`~-_-~` Karin steps back soon after, looking over the paper for a time before setting out once more, several more of the scrolls packed up within her bag, all of which guilded with the same message.

*SCREEEEEECHHHHHHH* With an ear splitting shriek that resonated throughout the north, the sound of chains snapping and metal grinding was heard about the land. The source, was nothing more than the very thing every such mortal of this age had to have encountered at least once. The Carnolithisus. The hulking mass of black stone and blood shards slowly rolled its way up and across the landscape, traversing between mountains in the north at a snail’s pace south, heading slowly but surely... somewhere. Atop the tower, three figures stood. One of gold, one of blue... and one of a very nondescript grey. Vak’thuul at the head of the tower, it seemed to have its arms spread, tendrils of blood red energy connecting the being with the tower, as the other two stood sentinel besides it. “You’re positive this will work?” The grey figure said in a slow, calculated utterance. “Undoubtedly,” the response came, a low cackle thereafter, “We’ll be rid of that bumbling ascended once and for all... all in time.” it vowed, casting its gaze out towards the horizon, the back shadow of another large, floating tower just visible over the rolling landscape. “After this. There shall be no hope.”

I'll start coding the FTB plugin it seems. There shall be ghast screeches, and particle effects, and packet sending. Oh it'll be great.

I coined the heliotrope-hair dynasty mage assassin Warrior in a large guild Orphaned Child Red eyes General Antagonist Horrified scared every-day-man All glory to panda and myself for the creation of the Kameki. Bow to our edge mortals.

Preface Shae'tan rested its gauntlets at its sides, falling backwards upon the icy wall which it oh so oft rested. Its conscience flickered, and something... something had changed. The hive-mind was weak... still accessible undoubtedly, but its connection to the master.... so far away. With a thud Shae'tan fall against the wall, its mind left to wander as Setheiren was left to gather what was left of the mentally shattered, maladaptable Harbinger... but in this time, there was no corruption. Shae'tan's mind... Shaela's mind, one in the same, were simply left... to wander ----- Part I Part II ((OOC))

So it begins.

A harbinger-totally-not-harbinger hears of this... peace was what it would go here for, but how? It was then that it turned to the corner... the multifarious bodies lining its walls... yes, this is what it would do... --- Days later, what could appear as Artimec Camoryn walks about Anthos, speaking to some and yelling at others... perhaps this new disguise would work well.. perhaps not, there was but a week to perfect its guise anyhow.

Shae'tan stands with a very sad non existent face "This is not what its intended purpose was... I'll have to kill him now."

If you wish a more specific reasoning, contact me over skype at razid17016 There we can talk much more in depth, as I pretty much know... everything. About the damn red floaty things.

"The irony fills my nostrils... it smells like cake, of the chocolate variety"

"No..." Shae'tan hummed, "It is the master who is impressive... praise the winged one." it stated with a solid nod

-Fried squirrels... fried squirrels everywhere-

Shae'tan sits in eternal facepalm... all the while in a different dimension... Three figures, clad in orange and yellow all stand within the clearing of a broad open wood. Green leaves sparkling with apples of every sort and the occasional miscoded chicken heart. Hoods mostly shroud their faces, eyes of dark green, red, and light blue gleam out from beneath as a quiet discourse takes place. "And you're sure... you're sure that this will be enough? There are no bugs correct, and all will be ready for the battle tomorrow?" "Yes," Another answers, its light blue eyes locking with the one of green, "There is absolutely nothing that can go wrong, we've added in a boss mob to better supplement the forces, and we've upped the damage the normal servants do, as well as elongated the breath of the north range... its fool-proof." he stated with a solid nod. The one of green and the other of red gaze to each other for a moment, as if a confirmation of sorts, with one voice they spoke, "And you're /sure/, there are no bugs..." "No, simply features." the one of blue cackled, hands locked behind his back, "Only a few hours until the battle... rush rush~" he urged as the two across from him seemed to waver in particles of purple mist, before with a single resounding boom lightning struck the spot between them, sending them back to the realm of IC where they belonged. "Though..." the one of blue continued to himself, "I may have forgotten to mention that the servants will only attack an entity with their default AI once every 5 seconds, and only one prophet may exist on the map at a time...". A grin spread beneath the hooded one's cowl... The Tech giveth, the Tech taketh away.