Topic: A Storm upon the Wind.

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2010-04-15 02:46 EST
Lightening pulsed through the air. Crackling and set a glow as it impacted upon the would be Mage. As the man moved to stand once more against his attacker, he was hit by a sudden gust of cyclone like winds. Casting him back into the trunk of a large oak tree. As he reached a hand along his torso to feel for what surely was a broken rib, the ground below him suddenly rose upwards like a massive tablet of earth and rock. Flung from his spot and rolling to a pause upon the ground before slowly rising to stand, the man groaned with a narrowing of eyes at his attacker.

"I am sick and tired, of your kind plaguing the city and the surrounding lands. Your stench is sickening. You bring nothing but misery and misguided happiness to those you touch. You are a disgrace to the play of magic and might upon these lands. I've watched your kind through the decades. You strut around like you own, or should own everything. You want to control places, people and things. You all think you're so powerful. Your high and mighty. That none can knock you off your pretty pedestal. You prey on the weak. Those without a predetermined path. Those looking for a place to belong. Those who want to feel part of something. You take them all in and offer happiness. Hope. But as always they're lies. They were lies years ago and their lies today. You brain wash, you enslave and your destroy the possibilities of hope of those who could be so much more. You're a disgrace to the very grace of magic upon you."

A swirling and rolling of his hands together as Zayveon lifted a tornado upwards into the sky. In one quick swipe, the twister snatched up the weary man and lifted of him into the night air above the tree tops. With a snap of his fingers, the tornado broke and the man fell to impact upon the ground. The sickly sound of bones cracking, breaking could be heard through the forest play of the glen. Zayveon shook his head and turned upon the heel of his boot. Two fingertips set to his lips, a kiss before a casual wave of his hand back toward the crumpled mess of a man. As he ventured away and back toward that of the city, the man's body burst into flames behind him.

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2011-01-09 06:41 EST
"I trust your travel was not too tiring, Captain?" Zayveon looked over toward the man dressed very much as that of a Knight. Captain Mathayus Maximus Thadeus perked a smirk somewhat as he drew near the Draconian of old. "Not too bad a trip. Longer to move our supplies then us really." "I told you, Captain, anything you and your men needed would be provided here." A nod from Thadeus. "True, but our weapons are sort of a pride thing if you will my Lord." Zayveon gave a slow nod of his head, while that long reptilian tail of his moved in an almost hover over the flooring behind him. "I trust you've received this month's pay, correct?" "Indeed we have, my Lord. I must say, it is quite a bit more then what we were paid as Silver Moon Knights back upon our own world." "You'll earn every coin, Captain. In time, perhaps even that of a promotion in rank." A slow nod from Thadeus. "Only if I earn of such a thing, my Lord." Zayveon perked a sort of smile at his muzzle, nodding in turn. "I believe you, Captain. Lord Anubis, had good things to say of you." "Indeed, my Lord. He offered my Knights shelter at his Keep when we patrolled the border and a hot meal at his residence upon the city. Many don't trust him, due to his dark elf appearance. Not everything is what it appears however." "Indeed Captain. Such is very true here upon Rhydin. Your patrols here will be vast in travel. Portals, will aid your travel time here. However not all portals will take you directly to your destination." "I understand, my Lord. We're not afraid to ride in the saddle a bit." A smile perked Thadeus' lips once more as he nodded to Zayveon while the door was opened to the chamber room and four Knights stepped inward. "Lord Zayveon, let me introduce you to the men that help me lead my Knights. Senior Knight Darcalus Olek, Solar Knight Lucian DeForest, Senior Knight Marek Valus and Sergeant First-Class Justin Palar. Are are well skilled in that of sword and shield. DeForest is of a breed of Paladin. He holds that of healing ability. Quite a value among my Knights to have when going into any bit of danger." Zayveon looked them over slowly. The Sergeant rubbed a hand over his goatee while Valus removed his helmet and allowed the long flow of his dark hair over his metal clad shoulders. Olek and DeForest gave a curt bow of their heads toward Zayveon. "Well to meet of you all. You have nearly fifty mounted Knights under your command. I'm going to increase that three hundred. Met your troops." As Zayveon gestured toward a door, it slid open and a tall Knight of over six foot stepped into the room. The armor held a wild metallic blue to it with high lights of gold. The hilt of a long sword laid to the Knight's back as he stepped over toward them and then gave pause. "A new breed of android. Non living machine. They can march with out growing tired. No need for food and they will follow every order you give to the, handed down from myself of course to you and your Knights. Their strength will come in hand as well as their ability to use of their swords. In time I hope to increase their numbers to over two thousand. For now, I give you three hundred to command, Captain. You have the morning to get acquainted with them before your first objective is to come up. Not what you're used to, I understand. However with no need to pause for food or sleep, these Knights will prove quite valuable. Rhydin is sometimes a hostile place." Captain Thadeus smiled with a nod as he ran a hand over his short beard. "Sounds similar to back home. This should be interesting indeed my Lord."

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2011-04-12 08:37 EST
"That's...that's impossible!"

Pirates prided themselves on the speed of their vessels and being bested by a ship that seemed larger in size and compliment was more then simply embarrassing, it was deadly.

"Captain! The bow chase guns have struck hard, Sir! We've lost our rudder! We can't turn to fire off our starboard guns!" Fire leapt from their attacker behind them. Hitting the main sails and setting them a flame. Men shouted, panic struck the once rough and tumbled crew. As her sails blazed in fire, the smaller schooner class vessel lost steam, or rather wind power as it was.

Closing the gap even quicker, the 'ship of the line' in pursuit of the Pirate vessel suddenly turned hard to port. Setting up a perfect view for the starboard cannons. Without warning, nearly fifty cannons let loose upon the pirate vessel. Screams, cries of pain and shouts of panic struck the ship. Wood splintered, rigging cut down and men torn to pieces or if lucky, drove over the side by the impact of explosive cannon balls.

The whole matter took less then ten minutes to run it's course. In the end the once feared Pirate ship was sinking. Her crew dead or trying to stay afloat in the early morning waters.

An eerie fog started to perk and roll over the surrounding waters. Devouring that of the Blood Ruby.