"It seems I have some questions to answer..."
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Xreser frowned at the bluntness of Atlas' words, but merely ran his unarmored hand through his raven hued hair, the strands he was pushing away falling right back into place. Atlas cleared his throat and went on..., "Well...upon first glance, one just might see me as a high level character that rivals the Decendents of Fianna for power...and it is true..while I was legit, I was known as Atlas of the Azure Earth", clearing his throat, he thought for one more moment, "That lasted for about a week, so thats why you wont hear much about me in that period unless you talk to the veterans, which are scarce these days. After awhile, I was tired of the same old routine...we thought of ourselves as administration, when we were not. Not only that, but we all had differant views. I beleived we could only fight the evil known as Humanity in "The World" by fighting fire with fire, meaning, hacked for hacked. Balmung grossly disagree'd, calling that the administrations job. Well...", he motions to himself, "Its easy to see what path I chose, huh?"
Frowning still, Xreser knuckled a crick in his neck, and said flat out, "That didn't answer why I was just booted across an entire room..." Atlas waves his hand to stop Xreser, and yet again, continued on. "I wasnt done...Ok, as you can see...I chose to go with the fire fighting fire route, while Balmung and Orca went their seperate ways from me. I haven't seen or spoken with them in a long, long time, but thats beside's the point. When I was known as Atlas NynE, the White Hack, my popularity began to grow among certain circles. While in others, it went down" Atlas leaned against his spear, his eyes moving as if searching the sky which was not visable through the cieling, and continued speaking, "The most fearsome of these groups that I fell into disfavor with was the one known as the "Legacy of Twilight", a group who not many know, and even those who have heard of them couldn't beleive that they were the ones that realeased Pluto's Kiss. It is strange though, that even the admin can't see through their false covering, 'The Aventgarden du Dammerung..', translated into the 'Vanguard of Twilight'. On the front, they appear to be a law abidding guild that helps 'The World' with its many problems...when it is the 'Vanguard' that causes them. I, as well as a few others, know of this, which is why we are attacked almost every time we enter a field. I am willing to bet my spear that the reason you were attacked is because one of the 'Vanguard' saw you with me in Mac Anu"
Xreser sighed deeply, his steely eyes shifting to the ground. "So I was made a target because I am friends with you?" Atlas nodded slightly, then shook his head with a jovial grin, "Do not worry, young BladeMaster. I knew something like this would probly happen, which is why I gave you that disc...remember?" Xreser nodded, and replied slowly, "What exactly does it do..." Spinning his spear behind his back, the green vapor trail still passing through the air wherever the blade went, Atlas started towards the way the pair came from, "Follow me back outside, then we will talk more about this.."
It didn't take all that long for the golden warrior and his shadowy companion to leave the dungeon, nor did it take long for two halves of the TwinBlade to raise from the ground, fully formed into a whole being once more. Standing up, the one known as Valkriss cracked his shoulder blades, shifting the mask on his face to a comfortable position. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but not just anyone. His rasping breathing hissed through the air, those claws from his gauntlets long since retracted. He cursed that golden warrior in his head...cursed him a many times over. Valkriss was not one to be beaten...especially not by some player who thought he was above the 'Vanguard'. No one was...not even the lord of Twilight himself, Clima Hantrue. Well, maybe Lord Clima was, but that was because he was the leader of the 'Vanguard'. As a matter of fact, it was Clima who Valkriss was waiting for.
"I see Atlas has shown you how weak you truely are, Assassin...", came a voice that rumbled like thunder echoing across a mountain range. Its owner was a man larger then the biggest HeavyAxe player, though this one was all muscle. His armor, a brown so dark it almost appeared black, was gleaming darkly, if possible, in the light let off by the torches. Gilded goldwork decorated the armor in places, swirling into strange patterns. Blood red gemstones were set into the tops of the gauntlets, the tops of the armor covering his shins, edge of the armor covering his toes, his chest, and the most precisely cut on set into his belt. Stepping further into the light of the torches, more of the man was revealed. His breastplate didn't end at his neck, it merely continued up to round over his mouth and nose, even though the one known as Clima had a helment on that covered the same places. The helment was actually the strangest part of the man, for its shape and design made him appear supernatural, not to mention the glowing yellow eyes from the only holes in the head covering didn't help to go against that assumption. Now, even more of those stones decorated his armor, a crimson pair on the 'V' shaped piece of metal between ivory horns. "Lord Clima...", was all Valkriss said, the titan of a player in front of him pulling a cloak, a slightly lighter shade of brown then his armor, about his body to cover the crimson stones. Even the cloak had a trim of golden designs. This character just seemed to..."wealthy", or "supernatural" to be real. Then again, he was the leader of the 'Vanguard'.
"Do not worry Assassin...you will not be punished today, seeing as how you came here of your own free will. Had it been an order by myself..." Clima then pushed the left side of his cloak back with his heavily armored right hand, to reveal a sword to unreal to be....well, real, grasped tightly in his left hand. The hilt was long enough for the sword to be called a two handed weapon, though Clima hefted it as easily as a fencer would his whiplike rapier. All of the hilt was pure golden, save for the grip, which was a leather the color of the mans cloak. More crimson gemstones were set into the crosshatch of the hilt, which was designed to look like fangs of sorts, though no beast ever had fangs that were that straight...that long. Then, there was the blade. A pale grey color, the bottem started out in a fat diamond shape, followed by a half diamon that led into the straight portion of the blade. Its edge seemed to slice even the air itself, and the many diverse runes running up the flat of the blade didn't make it look any less threatening. Valkriss groveled at the sight of the blade, his shaking hands showing his fear, "Yes master...I would never fail you in this..." The heavily armored man shifted slightly, his voice unmarred by the helment, "Let it be so, Assassin..." Clima turned about, and in another step, his cloak flapped up around him, enveloping the man just as he disappeared into the air.
Valkriss did not know what had just happened, but he thought it wise to leave "The World" for awhile...Clima was as unpredictable as he was fierce. The one called 'Assassin', with still shaking hands, disappeared amidst three golden rings.
Atlas and Xreser moved away from the second chaos gate in Mac Anu, the one Atlas had claimed had less traffic because it was to far away from the city itself. They had said scarcly a word since they left that dungeon, surprising, since Atlas had done alot of talking since meeting inside the game.
The golden warrior suddenly stopped, abruptly turning about so that Xreser almost ran into him. Atlas hissed through his teeth and cursed, though his voice changed back to it's normal friendly tone when he spoke, "Alright...when we log out here in a few seconds, call me ok?" Xreser nodded, and Atlas held out his hand to shake Xreser's. Intricate golden armor met plane grey, Atlas's regal voice saying, "Here's my member adress. If you ever get into trouble again, then call me when you get back into town...or if you just want to go tear apart a dungeon" Xreser was about to ask how to do so, when the knowledge of how forced its way into his head. Shrugging, he watched as Atlas was enveloped in a trio of golden rings. Shortly after, Xreser followed suit.
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Xreser frowned at the bluntness of Atlas' words, but merely ran his unarmored hand through his raven hued hair, the strands he was pushing away falling right back into place. Atlas cleared his throat and went on..., "Well...upon first glance, one just might see me as a high level character that rivals the Decendents of Fianna for power...and it is true..while I was legit, I was known as Atlas of the Azure Earth", clearing his throat, he thought for one more moment, "That lasted for about a week, so thats why you wont hear much about me in that period unless you talk to the veterans, which are scarce these days. After awhile, I was tired of the same old routine...we thought of ourselves as administration, when we were not. Not only that, but we all had differant views. I beleived we could only fight the evil known as Humanity in "The World" by fighting fire with fire, meaning, hacked for hacked. Balmung grossly disagree'd, calling that the administrations job. Well...", he motions to himself, "Its easy to see what path I chose, huh?"
Frowning still, Xreser knuckled a crick in his neck, and said flat out, "That didn't answer why I was just booted across an entire room..." Atlas waves his hand to stop Xreser, and yet again, continued on. "I wasnt done...Ok, as you can see...I chose to go with the fire fighting fire route, while Balmung and Orca went their seperate ways from me. I haven't seen or spoken with them in a long, long time, but thats beside's the point. When I was known as Atlas NynE, the White Hack, my popularity began to grow among certain circles. While in others, it went down" Atlas leaned against his spear, his eyes moving as if searching the sky which was not visable through the cieling, and continued speaking, "The most fearsome of these groups that I fell into disfavor with was the one known as the "Legacy of Twilight", a group who not many know, and even those who have heard of them couldn't beleive that they were the ones that realeased Pluto's Kiss. It is strange though, that even the admin can't see through their false covering, 'The Aventgarden du Dammerung..', translated into the 'Vanguard of Twilight'. On the front, they appear to be a law abidding guild that helps 'The World' with its many problems...when it is the 'Vanguard' that causes them. I, as well as a few others, know of this, which is why we are attacked almost every time we enter a field. I am willing to bet my spear that the reason you were attacked is because one of the 'Vanguard' saw you with me in Mac Anu"
Xreser sighed deeply, his steely eyes shifting to the ground. "So I was made a target because I am friends with you?" Atlas nodded slightly, then shook his head with a jovial grin, "Do not worry, young BladeMaster. I knew something like this would probly happen, which is why I gave you that disc...remember?" Xreser nodded, and replied slowly, "What exactly does it do..." Spinning his spear behind his back, the green vapor trail still passing through the air wherever the blade went, Atlas started towards the way the pair came from, "Follow me back outside, then we will talk more about this.."
It didn't take all that long for the golden warrior and his shadowy companion to leave the dungeon, nor did it take long for two halves of the TwinBlade to raise from the ground, fully formed into a whole being once more. Standing up, the one known as Valkriss cracked his shoulder blades, shifting the mask on his face to a comfortable position. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but not just anyone. His rasping breathing hissed through the air, those claws from his gauntlets long since retracted. He cursed that golden warrior in his head...cursed him a many times over. Valkriss was not one to be beaten...especially not by some player who thought he was above the 'Vanguard'. No one was...not even the lord of Twilight himself, Clima Hantrue. Well, maybe Lord Clima was, but that was because he was the leader of the 'Vanguard'. As a matter of fact, it was Clima who Valkriss was waiting for.
"I see Atlas has shown you how weak you truely are, Assassin...", came a voice that rumbled like thunder echoing across a mountain range. Its owner was a man larger then the biggest HeavyAxe player, though this one was all muscle. His armor, a brown so dark it almost appeared black, was gleaming darkly, if possible, in the light let off by the torches. Gilded goldwork decorated the armor in places, swirling into strange patterns. Blood red gemstones were set into the tops of the gauntlets, the tops of the armor covering his shins, edge of the armor covering his toes, his chest, and the most precisely cut on set into his belt. Stepping further into the light of the torches, more of the man was revealed. His breastplate didn't end at his neck, it merely continued up to round over his mouth and nose, even though the one known as Clima had a helment on that covered the same places. The helment was actually the strangest part of the man, for its shape and design made him appear supernatural, not to mention the glowing yellow eyes from the only holes in the head covering didn't help to go against that assumption. Now, even more of those stones decorated his armor, a crimson pair on the 'V' shaped piece of metal between ivory horns. "Lord Clima...", was all Valkriss said, the titan of a player in front of him pulling a cloak, a slightly lighter shade of brown then his armor, about his body to cover the crimson stones. Even the cloak had a trim of golden designs. This character just seemed to..."wealthy", or "supernatural" to be real. Then again, he was the leader of the 'Vanguard'.
"Do not worry Assassin...you will not be punished today, seeing as how you came here of your own free will. Had it been an order by myself..." Clima then pushed the left side of his cloak back with his heavily armored right hand, to reveal a sword to unreal to be....well, real, grasped tightly in his left hand. The hilt was long enough for the sword to be called a two handed weapon, though Clima hefted it as easily as a fencer would his whiplike rapier. All of the hilt was pure golden, save for the grip, which was a leather the color of the mans cloak. More crimson gemstones were set into the crosshatch of the hilt, which was designed to look like fangs of sorts, though no beast ever had fangs that were that straight...that long. Then, there was the blade. A pale grey color, the bottem started out in a fat diamond shape, followed by a half diamon that led into the straight portion of the blade. Its edge seemed to slice even the air itself, and the many diverse runes running up the flat of the blade didn't make it look any less threatening. Valkriss groveled at the sight of the blade, his shaking hands showing his fear, "Yes master...I would never fail you in this..." The heavily armored man shifted slightly, his voice unmarred by the helment, "Let it be so, Assassin..." Clima turned about, and in another step, his cloak flapped up around him, enveloping the man just as he disappeared into the air.
Valkriss did not know what had just happened, but he thought it wise to leave "The World" for awhile...Clima was as unpredictable as he was fierce. The one called 'Assassin', with still shaking hands, disappeared amidst three golden rings.
Atlas and Xreser moved away from the second chaos gate in Mac Anu, the one Atlas had claimed had less traffic because it was to far away from the city itself. They had said scarcly a word since they left that dungeon, surprising, since Atlas had done alot of talking since meeting inside the game.
The golden warrior suddenly stopped, abruptly turning about so that Xreser almost ran into him. Atlas hissed through his teeth and cursed, though his voice changed back to it's normal friendly tone when he spoke, "Alright...when we log out here in a few seconds, call me ok?" Xreser nodded, and Atlas held out his hand to shake Xreser's. Intricate golden armor met plane grey, Atlas's regal voice saying, "Here's my member adress. If you ever get into trouble again, then call me when you get back into town...or if you just want to go tear apart a dungeon" Xreser was about to ask how to do so, when the knowledge of how forced its way into his head. Shrugging, he watched as Atlas was enveloped in a trio of golden rings. Shortly after, Xreser followed suit.