Old Siram Posts

Ashling giggles softly as Alainn speaks. What indeed had happened? " Well I kinda....called him a guard dog, but in all honesty he was behaving like one. I didn't really mean it as an insult but now he wants to wring my neck. Of course I think the hatred started when I approached Micah and didn't grovel at her feet. I was very matter of fact with her in my speech and I guess he didn't feel like I was grateful enough." Ashling hangs her head slightly. " I find it hard to grovel. See.. much like you, and Micah my family was murdered too. They were the leaders of my clan."

as night grew near sotaynru took off at a quickenign sprint soon black wolves were near him running beside him. he hopped upon ones back and the others took off as he rode without hesitation for sirams beaches. he figured hed try to sneak into the capital unnoticed no harm intended he was sure micah would just see it as one of his games. he smiled seeing the crisp moons reflection upon the nearby waters and jumping off the wolf he set him to rest by a tree near by. smiling sotaynru walked toward the waters. kinowing he only had one shot at this to make it work correctly. he began to chant a bit and a rock like shell enveloped him and the next moment a large paddle like peice of earth smacked him almost liek a base ball over the ocean waiting til he could feel the vibrations of the erath down below almost hearing the shifting plates int he islands he manipulated his fall down down mroe and mroe unti barely a yard away from the island he opened hsi eyes and the rocks fell around him into the water. he of course had not made them big rocks. so as to cause little attention. he landed with a simple roll onto the island standing and dusting off his cloak. he started to walk around the island searching for entrances upon the eath to take him into the underwater kingdom without the luxery of help.

A small smile was starting to well up inside of Micah, the calm settling once more; and as a result, the smile being deposited onto her lips in small increments. It'd been so long since she had seen Kazu, and now, seeing him without all of his weapons, the differences were that much more apparent. For a moment she wondered why it was Sachiel had had him give up his weapons, Micah didn't feel threatened by him at all. It was just precaution, she supposed; settling on the bed once more, her eyes wandering back and forth between the two silently for several long moments. There were several differences she could notice between them, outside of the obvious physical appearances. Sachiel seemed to be a little worried, about Micah no doubt. Kazu seemed... indifferent. Just like a normal boy, who was less focussed on 'Royal Life' and more focussed on normal life. Micah was jealous of him, to be honest; she only wished she had someone else to take the thrown from her, and give her the chance to pretend to be a normal person, even just for a while. A quiet sigh came to pass the comfort of her lips; eyes that had previously been diverted in a rather listless manner now returning one more to the two men in the room with her. How was she? She wasn't actually too sure of that question, herself... "I am wonderful, I've had a pretty exciting day." The smile on her lips, and the way her eyes closed until the point they were just barely open; the way her head tilted to the side just slightly, and the overall appearance of her childlike, innocently pleased face would surely be enough to convince even the Naili and Ali, the two people who knew her best, that she was truly happy in that moment. "It is, it is! Things are so busy around here, lately, what with the new comers and the Ball arrangements!" That reminded her, Kazu was here! She could give him the invitation now! With a delighted smile, a hand raised to slip inside the folds of her brilliantly crafted kimono, drawing out the stack of envelopes and sifting rather sluggishly through them until she found the proper one. Her movements seemed to still be pretty lacking of energy, for the moment; she was disappointed to report. It took her a good steady moment to lift the envelope stably up toward Kazuma. "This is your clans invitation, to the Ball Siram is hosting. Everyone from your clan is welcome, even your father, if he would like to come. I'm sure it'll be good fun, so I would love it if you could come." And her signature smile was flashed then; the sweet, coaxing curve of innocence they knew oh so well.

He smiled lightly at her words and then his eyes dropped to the letter. He reached out and gripped it with two fingers looking at it. "Alright, thanks, I am sure it be a lot of fun." He didn't say or say it, but balls were never his thing, to many higher ups together, bad music, wasn't what fun was in his eyes. He placed the paper in his back pocket and looked at the man. "You seem a bit on edge, worried about something are we?" He pulled out a knife from his belt and picked his nails with it and then looked at the guy again, then the knife. "Guess I forgot one." He smirked and twilled the blade in his right hand.

Worried about something?! Was this guy completely oblivious to the fact that Sachiel had just CARRIED Micah into this room? Oblivious to the fact that she was too weak to get up and walk across the room to hand the man a small envelope? Of course he was worried! Micah needed rest. She didn't need to be bothered by anyone else. Sachiel had taken over several aspects of the Ball arrangements for that very reason. His own issues and concerns hadn't even been addressed.
His hand went across his body the instant he saw the knife from Kazumas belt. He was prepared to strike, if need be. Prince, or not, there were regulations in this place, and he was a visitor. The man seemed to think this situation was funny, but Sachiel was not amused. he calmed himself, and took a deep breath. Perhaps Naili had been right about him. Perhaps he was too serious. It wasn't that he didn't believe in fun and appreciate a good time. He just felt there was a time and place that everything was appropriate. He wanted to send this man on his way to allow Micah time to rest, but she seemed to enjoy his company. He leaned back in his chair, and remained silent, simply waiting for the next inevitable event.

Micah could see that Kazu's intentions were all good fun, just another one of the many harmless games her fellow 'brothers' liked to play. Kazu was very much like Sotay in that fact, she noted with a small smile. However, it was apparent Sachiel didn't share her slight amusement at Kazu's trick; as was proven by his quick retaliation. Without thinking, her arm sluggishly spread from her body in one sweeping gesture, hand resting lightly on Sachiel's own. For a moment, her eyes lifted from Kazu to glance into his own, a small, calming curve of the lips present on her face now. And without much thought to her words, her eyes shifted slowly back to Kazu; her voice directed toward Sachiel still. "He won't hurt me, he's sort of like a brother to me..." A brother in the fact that they were both young heirs to the throne of two of the most important clans in Daratan. As Siram and Tenkuu where brother and sister clans, they were too, despite the lack of blood ties. The moment it had gotten tense, her muscles had automatically tightened within her tiny frame; as was noticeable by the tense stature of her hand on his arm. However, she slowly began to relax once more, the smile on her lips growing now as her eyes wandered to the knife in Kazu's hand. "May I?" She was interested in getting a closer look. Despite her obvious dislike of war and fighting, knives had always held some interest to her. However, she wasn't so sure he would allow her to see the knife; it was, after all, one of the only forms of weaponry he had left on his person, at the time. Still, her hand outstretched toward him nimbly, keeping its rest in her lap all the same.

His eyes moved to the man once more. "[/b]Kind of jumpy aren't we?" He smirked again before his eyes moved back to her as he heard her voice. He looked at the knife and then back to her and laid his hand out flat. As he did this the knife floated over to her and landed in her open hand. His eyes once more moved to her body guard. "If I wanted her dead, she would be, you would be, and you wouldn't even have seen me.[b]" He put his hands behind his head moving his gaze once more. He was quite bored and he didn't care if she showed it. He treats everyone the same, even rulers of other lands. It was something his father hated since many rulers would see him as disrespectful.

~Akyztix makes his way through the primitive city, an ancient place constructed of brown brick, mud, and hay. The people here are in a panic, for something attacks their homes. They run about frenzied, their frightened cries echoing throughout the cool night. Sounds of Violence fill the air, blades clanging together in battle, the moans of the wounded-and something else he quite place, a strange sound in the distance, but moving closer. 'What is that?' the answer is right at the edge of his knowing. Akyztix again looks up into the sky. for the first time he sees them. They are wearing Armour. Golden Armour that glistens in the dancing light thrown from the flames of their weapons. He could do nothing but watch as the bird like creatures descend from the sky, falling upon a small boy in font of him, his plaintive screams of terror drowned out by the beating of powerful wings. Angels' wings.~

His eyes fluttered open as light hung in his face. He squinted to see around him and when he did, he was amazed. Amazed that it was just a dream. "but it was so real, so, vivid." Akyztix scratched the back of his head and sprung to his feet once he realized that he passed out. "Shit!" He scrambles to get on his Captains coat but instead decides to just hang it over his shoulder. "now to.." He froze and looked around. "Where am I??"

Sachiel was ashamed at how many people he had allowed to get under his skin on this day. This man was no exception. Now, not only for his disrespect toward Micah, but for his complete and total way of Underestimating the Commander of Sirams Guardians. Sachiel hoped well that this man would be participating in the tournament, and that the two would get to face each other. He would enjoy nothing more than to teach him some humility, but for the time being, his job was that of a servant to Micah, who desired peace in her Kingdom, so Sachiel remained silent.

calmly walking through the islands sotay smiled looking at the many different people. he was looking to find the entrance to the under water palace. would he who knew. he smiled at the thought of the man he had talked with before sachiel he belived he wondered if he have the pleasure of meeting this man again. looking over the city he finally found the under water entrance but speak of the devil there the man was to greet him.

Sachiel greets sotay, and leads him to the site of their match, a small island where he often takes his students to train, away from the watchful eyes of Micah and Naili.

(may the records show that this match is seperate from my current rp)


Round one… It was amazing the way things turned out. Sachiel had remained silent about his boredom from lack of a proper training partner, and now he had opportunity to face several within the next few days. How could he be luckier? He couldn’t lose here. There were too many possibilities. He looked at his opponent, Sotaynru. Leader of the Septur clan. This meant he would surely be a strong opponent. But Sachiel would not disgrace his clan by losing here. He had spent a large amount of time studying the other clans, and their strengths and weaknesses. He would give his opponent a good match. That was his promise. He offered Sotay a proper bow, before beginning his assault.

A smile on his face, the tide coming in to the island seemed to change, as his eyes fixated on his opponents. Two waves came in from the ocean, back to back, but neither of them high enough, or powerful enough do any sort of damage. In fact, the waves didn’t even come up past the two competitors ankles. No, these two waves had another purpose. The first wave sand down into the earth, freezing solid in the ground, as to disrupt Sotays ability to move and shift the earth as he pleased. The second wave, froze solid above the surface of the earth, as to prevent sotays contact with the ground, and weaken his ability to use the earth further. Of course this method would only slow an opponent of Sotays caliber down for a minute or two, but that was all Sachiel needed, for he didn’t intend to give the man the time he needed to come up with a counter strategy!

Sachiel charged the man head on, skating across the Ice with such grace that it would appear to be his natural habitat. This set Sachiel apart from many other members of Siram, who couldn’t change waters three forms at will. He even had issues teaching some of his Guardians to do it. But he loved it, and he was quite skilled with it. As he flew toward Sotay on the surface of the ice, moisture in the air began to surround both his arms, forming an icy armor around them. He swayed back and forward, making it difficult to tell from which direction he would strike, and then he came! Bringing his right elbow in toward the left side of his opponents face. A move easily blocked, but it would only serve as a distraction, as he forced in a powerful punch with his left hand. With the extra aid of the ice that covered his arms, a direct hit would cause Sotay to double forward, possibly even fracture a rib or two.

But Sachiel wasn’t quite finished yet. His first assault was simply to lower his opponents guard. Using his mastery of the ice below his feet, Sachiel pivoted, and rotated, until he stood directly behind his opponent, and with two flat palms, pushed him forward across the surface of the ice. While the man struggled to maintain his balance, Sachiel would form two small blades of ice in his hands, and throw them toward his opponents shoulder blades. If they made it to their target, the wounds would be far from fatal. But they would be quite painful. Sachiel knew he would be able to heal his opponent after the match, however.

I raked my fingers through my hair, sighing, comtemplating. The invitation said tonight and tomorrow. But, should I really be doing this? I shook my head and walked around, pacing more like it. My hands folded behind my back, fingers rubbing the smooth, worn wood of the bo-staff. I shook my head. Now or never. I sighed impatiently, rubbing my jaw. I wonder who will all be attending this tournament. I shrugged. It doesn't matter. The silver Arnis's gleamed in the light. I pulled back my hair and tied it in a pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way, and offer distractions. With that, I sat down, concentrating.

I grinned impishly. This shall be most fun.

it was very rare to see sotaynru smile the way he was at this very moment anticipating this battle for quite some time it made him happy. noticing right away the waVES WERE COMING IN SOTAYNRUS PARANOID STATE OF MIND made him instinctivly draw dirt from the erath to float about his being before the man could do as he willed. sotaynru stood preparedhe closed his eyes waiting feeling the earths form shifting to a colder substance it was ice at his disposal not quite what he had expected but no different than had been planned for. he also bowed to his opponent before sending an impulse crack int he plates of the island before it was totaly iced over this would prove other was pointed liek the useful later. for now sotaynru waitef for the mans move noting how he would skate towards him sotaynru stomped his foot manuevering his ankle slightly the plates rocked and would very slightly throw off his blance in that single moment it being the moment he decided to throw the elbow sotaynru would flick his finger slightly both fingers one would send a bit of the dirt into the ocean aroudn them for later usage and the other was pointed liek thin little clay needles aimed directly towards the mans out stretched arm pit moving his head slightly his foot scooted across the ground a bit and his knee buckled in as he swept around duckign the second punch and the first elbow he aimed a back hand wave fist to connect with sachiels lowest part of his rib cage. this being a key point of pain in human anatomy being hit here would not prove pleasent in the mean time sotays eyes had opened and the dirt that had submerged in water returned now acting as a muddy clay so as when sachiel would manuever around sotay he woudl find his footing ill and void from being stuck to the mud clod. sotaynru would take this opportunity to blink causing the smal mud clods harden at some points and turn to sharp spines that out stretched towards satchiels joint hoping to stop his clever moving with peirced limbs. sotaynru would use this chance of course spinning he catches ice and begins to fault hurting his wrist he manuevers back into a normal position agan the plates rock once mroe causing the island to rock slightly and cursh a bit through the ice giving sotaynru an excellent opportunity with having more material. he summons a shield of dirt ready to be used at the mans slightest move.

Yes, I am separate. And yet, still watching, ooc. Why? Because, I can. And now I'm pissed. So I am now in the mood to watch people beat each other senseless.

Ashling could just not sleep in this new place. After Ali left her room she just sat and meditated. She was alone in the world for the 1st time in her life. She was scared. But Micah had been kind to her and given her a place to stay. Getting to her feet she shuffles over to the door and opens it. The hall was silent and she was alone here. She wanders through the halls looking for someone, anyone. She wanted someone to talk to.

Sachiel grinned as Sotay pulled a chunk of earth from the ground upon seeing the change of the tides. He was smart! Or else, very paranoid... Either way, it would aid him greatly. Sachiel wondered what the man was doing when he stomped the ground. Surely something to do with the earth trapped in the ice. He wondered furthermore, how he managed such a feat with ice beneath him, without slipping or losing his balance. He grinned when Sotay sent his earth into the ocean. Big mistake. The water surrounding the chunk of dirt instantly froze into a chunk of ice, and floated out into the ocean. Water would not aid Sotay while he was in Siram. The needles aimed for Sachiels armpit would do little more than crack the ice surrounding it. It was for this reason that Sachiel felt no need to carry armor, or weapons while in his homeland.

Sachiel wondered how Sotay was maneuvering so well on solid ice, to keep up with his close contact. (seriously. HOW!?) but it mattered not. Sotay dodged his first two strikes, and countered with his own. His backhand fist made contact, and it was quite painful. Sachiel grunted when he was hit, but Sotay hadn't taken into account Sachiels mastery of his environment. Instead of doubling forward, and taking the full damage of Sotays strike, Sachiel allowed himself to be pushed back, sliding backward on the surface of the ice in order to absorb about half the damage of said attack.

Still able to move freely due to the interferance of Sotays muddy clay trick, Sachiel continued the afformentioned assault. Upon it's completion, He notices Sotays trip, and the slight twisting of his wrists. He also notices the rocking of the Island. He hoped Sotay wouldn't destroy the place. Sachiel had nowhere else to train in private. Now having some of the earth beneath them to his disposal, Sotay was able to form a shield for himself. But of course, Sachiel had an idea ready. Adding to the ice armor on his arms, he turned them both into giant drill like extentions, and rushed an off balance Sotay. Sotay would surely have convidence in the dirt he managed to free, but the problem was, the "dirt" on this island was simply wet sand. Just before contact, Sachiel inhaled deeply, drawing the water from Sotays shield of sand, and weakening its bonds. the drills on his arms rotating, he prepared for collision.

sotaynru continue his quest in hsi game to infiltrate the underwater palace. he smiled as gaurds walked by him payign him no mind. how laxed the city of siram had become in the days of peace where anyone to enter his desert would have an escort among soldiers that aimed to impale the visitors body on first unauthorized movement he would make. sotaynru walked around the conrer of one of the alley ways and then bumped intoa woman hi anxiety taking hold of his he falls backwards and looks up to ehr in a slightly petrified state his face turns a bit red.

sachiel- hmm a slight miscalculation in his battle planning. the needles had done little with his ice like armor. this was quite unfortunate. sotaynru smiled now with his shield ready to go he noticed it change a bit this wouod be an odd change. closing his fist the hardened rock split into several smaller rocks shooting out at parts of sachiels body level to the shoulder of the arm this was designed at a higher speed that he was thrusting making it where they would hopefully hit him before his drilled hand would make contant knocking him backwards before he woudl attack of course sotaynru had to have mroe to his attack in case his attack missed the mark. smiling again he used the earth he had exposed now swaying his hand lightly to the side a large arm of pure clay sweeps to the side almost like a hook punch hoping to knock sachiel side ways simultaneously he shifted his foot and spires of rock jutted out to meet the man if he were knocked int hat direction. sotaynrus dance did not stop he continued to sway lifting his arm ice shattered in a streak towards the man like a growing mountain. by thye time it would hit it would nail him directly in the jaw. using the clay from before that sat upon the ground. he brought one fist inward and the clay liek a mat aimed to attack sachiel from behind enveloping his his body if it connected encasing him in a clay mixture to slow movement as it next woudl connect directly with the earth belo holding him there in submission. sotays foot shifted again and a crack from around his footing (massive interupt) using so much to do with this elemtn was though beginning to strain his body nto much but strain in the least.

Ashling is unprepared for being run into. A sharp pain rings through her body and she bites her tounge but can't keep a small "fuck" from escaping her lips. Of course, she might be better off than the man who ran into her. He was laying on the floor. Trying not to be mean she asks him if he is ok in a clipped tone. " Hey.. are you ok? Im fine. It just hurts a bit." She looks down at the man waiting to see if despite her claim of being ok, he would apologize.

sotaynru looked up to her as hsi eyes changed back to normal it was mroe the suprise that had gotten him than anything. beginning to stand up his hood of his black cloak had fallen down revealing his wild head of blood red hair. one longer strand braided down hsi back. he spoke in a very emotionless tone with a slight childish feel to it. " o im sorry that was a miscalculation of mine." he got to his feet and sarted to pull his hood back up looking at the woman . so close he had been no contact with anyone and then he goes aroudn a corner and bam hes in a conversation s much for sneakign into siram. he smiled a bit as he was already in the conversation he would look very suspicious runnign away or even walkign away now

Ashling listens to him speak and feels the anxiety wafting from the guy's body like an odor. This put her on guard. " Excuse me for asking but what are you doing here? I get the feeling you are sneaking around and I don't think Micah would like that very much. Perhaps you could tell me what you are doing here?"

Sotay took Sachiel by surprise when he dismantled his shield, turning it into a number of small projectiles which he could fire. He took a number of hits to his chest, grunting, as the annoying rocks began to cover him in bruises, and knocking him backward, preventing him from using his drill attack. He would not be taken by surprise, however, by the giant arms of earth, which attacked him from either side. Extending his arms outward in either direction, the drills continued to rotate, as if powered by electricity, breaking them down, as water claimed the broken bits of earth, locking them under the frozen tundra once more. Unfortunately, this defense had left Sachiel open to more of the tiny flying rocks that had been pummeling him. He spit a bit of blood from his mouth, and turned back to his opponent, the ice around his arms removing itself, and forming a shield in fron tof him.

It was time to change tactics. A head to head battle with this man would result in Sachiels demise, however, he had another tactic, which he felt would surely bring him victory. While the rocks continued to make contact with the ice, a hissing noise could be heard coming from the nearby ocean. The rocks began to crack the ice shield, as the source of the noise became apparent. Water vapor was gathering in the air, forming a thick mist in the air, and making visibility difficult. The mist thickened, until it was all but impossible to see, and then the sound of the ice shield shattering could be heard. However, there was no sound of Sachiel being pummelled by rocks. He had moved from behind the shield in the cover of the mists.

A whistling sound could be heard coming toward Sotay. A blade, made of ice flying in his direction. It came from twenty seven degrees to his right. However, just before contact, it faded away. Into water vapor, one could imagine. Another whistling noise... This one from directly to his left. But like the first, this blade dissipated before making contact. Blade after blade flew toward the Earth master, seeking an open spot, but none attempted contact, until the right time came. A blade flew upward from beneath the warrior, aimed directly beneath his right armpit. The objective of the blade was to limit Sotays use of this arm, thus reducing the danger that he posed. Would it be successful? Was that it's only objective? one could only wait to find out...

sotaynru knew he had been caught he sighed then not being oen that liked to admit defeat though it was an amusing story to how he had been caught . made it all the way here then bam runs into a woman and caught what the hell. he laughed and then spoke again " im sorry miss you are correct i am more or less sneakign about and you have indeed foiled my game bravo even if it wasnt intentional. i mean no harm of course i only wished to see how the security of this land siram functioned i now have my answer a mere woman commonly dressed is more the threat in siram than its own gaurds... he alughed then continued of course no disrespect ill introduce myself. i am lord Sotaynru of septur kana . he bowed lightly and waited.

a change in tactics what a pleasant twist to the battle that sotay was enjoying so much at this point. he could of course now use what he had planned for stomping the circle he had drawn in cracks prior to sachiels move now crumbled and sotaynru slipped down among the earth itself was this a trap. hmm who knew but with the power sotay had over earth he created a strong shell aroudn him of metal. then closig his eyes he became the earth around him striking without mercey. he clenched hsi fist and in seconds the arch began to jut up liek a deadly spike pit eavery inch of it as two masive stone arms also appeared waiting to battle with the man the second he woul make a move so would sotay. still much strain especialy such a powerful tactic as this but sotay well knew hsi limits.