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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/21/2017 4:26:30 AM
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[b]The gates creaked open slowly and Kross stepped out of the dojo, looking at the man before him [/b]
"Welcome to the Dojo."
[b]His armor was baggy and black, like a Musketeer's. And a blond mustache obscured his face [/b]
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/21/2017 4:35:11 AM"Thank you for allowing me to enter this place, I have been shunned almost all my life from everywhere, mostly because of my um… violent tendencies." *Dalkroth lets out a chuckle behind his sterling white helm* [b]He stands nearly seven feet tall, his armor is reminiscent of a medieval knights, but it clearly has the backing of technological advances.[/b] *Dalkroth removes his helmet and bows his head*[spoiler]Thanks for the tips I'll try and do my best.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Royal Blade: 1/21/2017 4:37:21 AM[spoiler]Hey man, no problem. You need any help, let me know [/spoiler] [b]Kross tipped his Musketeer hand, and did a slight bow [/b] "I know how that is. I am Kross, Lord of Cinder. Who might you be?" [b]He stood at nearly 5'5, much shorter then Dal [/B]
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/21/2017 4:44:23 AM"I am Dalkroth Eversbane… or thats at least what this tag says." *He pulls out some dog tags* "I'm not exactly sure what I am I've had no family and in all my travels have met but one of my kind and he didn't have any answers… just more questions." *He breaks eye contact* "I just seek to learn what I am and why I have these… abilities and maybe find a place I could call home."[spoiler]and if I need anything I'll come to you :D.[/spoiler]
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"Perhaps, I know someone that may help you. Come inside." [b]Kross turned and entered the dojo [/b]
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*Dalkroth speeds to a trot to catch up* "Is there really someone who has that kind of knowledge? More importantly what's it gonna cost me?"
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"Nothing. In the dojo, we work as one." [b]The gates creaked closed and Kross led Dal to a building. A sign read "Bar of Blades" over the door and he entered the building [/b]
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*Dal began to lag behind* [b]Nothing had come free to Dalkroth, in fact in most cases he had to pay with blood, not necessarily his own.[/b] "Huh Bar of Blades? I can get behind that." *Dal again breaks into a jog as to not lose Kross*
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[b]The bar looks exactly the way it would be called, swords lined the back wall behind the counter, and people where scattered about Kross had stopped, and awaited Dal [/b]
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[b]Dal gets over to Kross and he's slightly out of breathe. He's brandishing a sword of his own, but it seems [i]special[/i].[/b] "So what kinda spirits are they pouring?" *Dal sets his helm down as he chuckles*
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[b]Kross leaned over the counter, reaching underneath it and pressing a button [/b] "How do you mean?"
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[b]Dalkroth's interest is peaked when he see's the button being pressed, but knows better than to ask about it.[/b] "Just looking for a pint of ale, or really anything that'll numb the pain." [b]Dal tried to pass it off as a joke, but he was always in pain, always.[/b]
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[b]A strange bartender approached us. A scar across his left cheek, and green eyes where all that were seen underneath the darkness of his hood He stopped in front of us and looked at Dal [/b] [i]"Kross, you wished to speak to me?"[/i] "Yes Royal, this is Dal- I'm sorry I forgot the rest."
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/21/2017 5:15:58 AM"Dalkroth Eversbane, but please call me Dal, no one's taken the time to learn that much." [b]Dalkroth has a scar above his right eye so he knows this bartender must have a story behind his.[/b] [b]Dal crosses his arms and leans against the bar to show he's prepared to listen in on to the two strangers conversation.[/b]
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"It's not I that must speak to you. It's Dal. It seems he has trouble remembering. I'll leave you to it." [b]Kross got off the chair, disappearing into the air [/b] [b]Royal looked over at Dal [/b] "Well then, Knight. What's your story?"
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"This may sound strange but I don't know how old I really am, I've been… [i]conscious[/i] for about twenty years now and I don't look like I've aged a day." [b]Anytime Dal tries to remember a time before his [i]awakening[/i] a searing pain erupts in his head.[/b] "I just woke up one day in this suit of armor and I've just known how to use its power and wield a sword, without any teaching, if I think about the specifics nothing's there but in the heat of battle, none can best me." [b]Dal had never recanted his story aloud before, but for some reason felt compelled to tell Royal.[/b] "I've met one man who was of my kind, the connection I felt was too deep for it to be anything else. He was a drunkard and spit some crazy lunacies about our people killing space dragons. I spent the night at the tavern he was at in hopes he would sober up but in the morning he was gone" [b]Dal felt uncomfortable putting so much information out there, but at the same time he was relieved.[/b] "All my life I have spent fighting or interrogating historians and scholars, just to end up with nothing."
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"Tell me, Dal. What is this ability you speak of?" [spoiler]This character, Royal is a demon angel type thing so he basically has light and dark powers [/spoiler]
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"I don't know the exact extent of it's power, but whenever I need any of it's abilities they just work. I can vanish from sight, teleport short distances, and levitate, on occasion." [b]Dalkroth begins to to get a little cocky.[/b] "Oh and then theres this." *He unsheathes his massive greatsword* [b]Its blade is pure white made of light energy, the hilt is made of the same material as his armor a white metallic substance, the grip is made of a dark rough leather.[/b]
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"You're one of them? [b]Royal turned and grabbed a sheathed blade, Taking it off the shelf He turned back to Dal and unheathed the blade slightly, having the same white as Dal's own sword [/b]
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"Wha… how… where?" [b]Dalkroth had never seen a blade like his before, he now knew this place was special.[/b] "You… you could actually have some answers?"
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[b]Royal nodded, though rather grimly [/b] "Perhaps I could."
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"I won't kid myself I'm not here for a fairy tale I just need to know what happened." [b]For years Dal had searched and now he may finally get some answers.[/b]
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"Very well." [b]He turned and placed the sword back on the shelf. [/b] "The tale begins long ago." [b]He turned back to Dal [/b] "The first Holy War, the first great battle between the demons of hell and the angels of heaven. Times were desperate, and a gamechange was needed. So the angels created a group separate from the laws that bound angels, deemed 'Desserted Valor." "In theory, this group Desserted the rules that had once chained them down, and surrendered honour to win this war." "However, with this power, they became a rogue group, and when the second holy war came around, they were no where to be seen." "Some believe they were wiped out, others believe that the Valor hide in shadows, waiting for the right moments."
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"Are… are you saying I am one of those Deserted Valor?" [b]Dalkroth had never been a part of anything, but now he feels like he has something to live up to even though he knew almost nothing about these people.[/b]
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"Perhaps, or perhaps not. Only time will tell."
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"Nothings truly worth it unless you earn it yourself I suppose, now can a man get a drink?" [b]He had a lot to think over and an actual path his future could take, but he would stay at the Dojo for now, if they would have him.[/b]
