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Post by Darkfire on May 29, 2009 16:42:00 GMT -5
A Darkrai seemed to fade into view from what looked like pure darkness. He shook his head, looking around for a moment and groaning.
"Mother of...that gave me a nice big headache. Mine never does that." Vaire murmured, waiting for Chancol to materialize.
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Post by Clif on Jun 9, 2009 1:19:47 GMT -5
The Fortress seemed to be still, void of life as the Darkrai appeared in the courtyard of the human-made structure. Although the surroundings were apparently bare, most who took residence within the stone complex could swear that there was a subtle presence looming about the Horde's home. Common belief was generally that the tortured souls that had passed on after having spent time in the dark dungeons below still remained lingering, invisible to the living, unable to force their sorrow, anger and lament upon those who had caused their pain and suffering.
Only after a moment long enough for the Darkrai to become accustomed to his new surroundings did the relatively large charmeleon appear a comfortable distance away. "So..." he began, his eyes scanning each nook and cranny around him for activity, "how do you like the humble shelter of the Horde?" he asked, his eyes now fixated upon the legendary.
Chancol hadn't found much life wandering the entry of the stone mixture of human buildings, but most who were familiar with the Fortress knew that there were hidden sentries to keep watch of the front aside from the four guards lounging out front, two of which happened to be charizard, the other two canines of some species. In addition, those who knew of the Horde's strength, those who were assigned to guard the main entrance were no weaklings that lacked discipline, despite their current behavior; if the Shadowlord had asked them to stand at attention, then they would do so until he dismissed or placed them at ease.
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Post by Darkfire on Jun 11, 2009 14:18:10 GMT -5
Darkrai looked back at Chancol as the Charmeleon appeared, but then took his time looking around the area. He was surprised and felt a bit off at the same time. He knew that Chancol was being modest; this place was not humble.
"Interesting to say the least..." Vaire murmured, still feeling uneasy. Maybe it was his conscience telling him something, but he couldn't say for sure. He'd never judged by rumors unless he knew they were true, which if he remembered, they were.
He rolled his head back and forth a few times, them looked at Chancol. "Four guards, am I right?" Vaire asked, trying to get onto a subject. He recognized the feeling of his unease; there had been death here. Lots of it. He could feel the lingering sensations of death from below and all around, which made him wonder just how many pokemon died there. He didn't want to bring it up, since it worried him.
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Post by Clif on Jun 19, 2009 1:46:09 GMT -5
“Four...sure why not,” Chancol calmly replied, his voice holding the slightest hint of entertainment as he tilted his head once to each side. He could easily tell that the legendary wasn’t exactly feeling comfortable in his current location, but somewhat having taken on a semi-cruel sense of humor he didn’t exactly desire to cater to Vaire’s inner thoughts for the moment. “You must make sure that you understand that even the very shadows watch you here, Vaire. For now I trust you in guarding our neutrality between the Light, Crusade, and the Horde. If you so wish to chose to aid either side in regards to information, I expect you to return the favor…”
The charmeleon kept a slight smile on his face as he was talking to Vaire, not breaking eye contact with him in order to portray that he was serious upon the matter he was discussing. “I’m not the offensive leader, Vaire, but if I see any sudden leaks of information, do not be surprised to see me much more often than what we may meet in the future…” he took a couple steps forward to close the distance between him and the Darkrai, “I, nor the rest of—” he stopped himself from continuing to say ‘the Horde’ due to recent rebellions “—my allies have remorse to destroy any force led upon our home-ground.”
As Chancol finished his short dialogue to his guest, one of the guards—a female charizard of maroon color sprinted up to the Shadowlord, awaiting to be acknowledged in order to speak what was on her mind. With a small smile, the Shadowlord quickly gave a nod to the female whom of which knelt down and leaned in close enough to whisper a few choice words before placing a clawed hand upon Chancol’s shoulder and walking back to her post with the other three.
Entering the Fortress gates were a group of shadowed pokemon, and accompanying them were scyther of all conditions: dead, alive, wounded, unharmed, unconscious, and awake and walking.
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