BERYL ROARKE
Freelancer
Posts: 11 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: NON-MAGE
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Post by BERYL ROARKE on May 17, 2016 15:51:59 GMT
Rumors have shrouded the City Without Sound’s history for years now; historians have been scrambling to determine what exactly caused the canyon city to lose all of its inhabitants. From a visual glance, the city itself was very well developed, filled to the brim with characteristic rectangular houses and magical technologies specifically designed for a metropolis built in the depths of a rugged canyon. Then, in the blink of an eye, all activity within the city stopped. The explanation? A curse – one that smothered all sound – was placed on the city by an unnamed mage. So far, things weren’t adding up. Perhaps the curse dissipated over time or maybe there was never a curse placed on the city in the first place.
That was what a certain someone was trying to figure out now.
A young, dark-skinned male strode through the streets of the city’s downtown area. Hat on his head, goggles around his neck, gun on his hip and a plethora of gadgets and tools stuffed in a utility pouch clipped to the brim of his pants, he was one hundred percent ready for anything and everything that could be tossed his way. While he wasn’t expecting any sort of encounter within the City without Sound, he wasn’t going to take any chances, especially whenever it came to his well-being.
“Nothing so far,” the non-mage mumbled, lifting up his right hand. A lacrima brace was on his right wrist; with a press of a button, a holographic screen popped up from the device, hovering just in front of the human’s dark-colored eyes. “Initiate scan.” The lacrima brace did work, sending out pulses of magical energy throughout the surroundings; they were prominent enough to where anyone sensitive to magic would be able to sense them. The holograph screen spat out results: the area was clear. He sighed. “I should’ve expected as much,” he grumbled, clearly not pleased. He didn’t want this entire trip to be a complete and utter waste.
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Bael
Freelancer
Belly of the Beast
Posts: 6
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: AMATERASU
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Post by Bael on May 18, 2016 16:04:36 GMT
The rumors say a curse was the only fatal factor that led to this city’s demise. The City without Sound. As the name strongly suggests, no sound could be heard in this city. The fact that its inhabitants abandoned their houses showed that they didn’t see a point investing in this region anymore, resulting in the city’s scandalous state. In fact, the infrastructure was quite well thought, with rectangular-shaped buildings dotting the soil everywhere your eye could reach. The massive mountains encircling it also provided the inhabitants some sort of protection, be it natural disasters or artificial ones.
Nevertheless, even if this land provided the best qualities to live a good life, the curse really outweighed the pros. Normally, no one would want to step in this city again, but Bael didn’t like to blend himself with the flow. A tall, teal-skinned demon slowly made his way throughout the empty environment. The male creature had a displeased expression written all over his face as his hand reached the other one and gripped it. The demon was in pain. This a circumstance that no one really ever wished to see, and judging by Bael’s appearance, he looked like he was going to do exactly what you are thinking right now; to try and decapitate you in the worst way possible.
“Ugh” - the demon complained as blood started dripping from his injured forearm. The red liquid escaped the male’s frame and splashed on his dark fur, which started from his pelvic area and way down to his toes. Bael’s red hues quietly witnessed the scene and pretended not to care at all anymore. He had sworn to get back to those who did this to him, even though they had no other choice. But still, Bael had to commend them about landing some damage on him; it only put a little halt on the demon’s braggadocious nature. Regardless, the demon relied heavily on his primal characteristics. In no possible way was he going to let those people still breathe the same oxygen as him.
A calm breeze passed by and pushed Bael’s bat shaped hair from side to side. Without noticing at all, he had walked quite some distance from where he started, and yet no sign of anything alive was coming up. Hoping that this little walk wouldn’t be a waste, Bael decided to saunter this small alleyway, which would seemingly lead you to a wide, less building crowded environment. Maybe he was going to find something worthy in there.
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