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    Mufasa
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    Post by Mufasa 12th April 2020, 2:05 am

    Godfrey The Horseman of Famine and Pestilence

    The rhythmic sound of metal scraping over stone echoed through the woods as a mighty destrier trotted through the night. Yellow from dripped on the cobbles path below from its bridled mouth, its bow was besmeared in the yellow sludge as the creature bobbed its head variously up and down. The colossal warhorse was dark in colour, covered in a tattered black blanket and armoured in blacked iron chainmail and plate armour; shaped and wrought in the shape of bones. A fearsome sight to behold for any peasant at night who would encounter it. Even more fearsome about it were its eyes. They blazed with fury, like little flames in a fluttering wind. Yet they were not crimson or yellow flames that burned hot, these flames were blue and emitted a glow that chilled the bones. Its rider was no better. A dark knight. Armoured in a full suit of mail, clothed in frayed dark fabrics; a surcoat of black with the skull of a deer and a torn cloak of wool. Its face was covered by a metal helmet with a mask, as dark as his horse’s armour. The space behind the eye gaps was void, pitch darkness filled with eerie orbs of glowing blue light; they were cold, ice cold.

    The rider was Godfrey. Who recently had awoken after a long slumber, how long it took he did not know. But it was long, he could feel it in his bones. Last moment he remembered, before the barren trance, was the fight. The silver-haired man, the carrier of Mars had fought him. The clash was short, the forest had surged with magical energy during their struggle. It was Godfrey who fell. But why? Lucifer had promised him unsurpassable strength. Was it because he wasn’t in control of his own body during the fight? It was Bator that noticed Mars and lashed out, Godfrey imprisoned in his own body after that; he could only watch they fought. His thoughts shifted to his restless dream, that was odd; he had no need for sleep, but he did. Had he died? And once more been resurrected? Was he a rag doll? A toy to play with, a trinket for Satan? Or a pawn in a greater scheme? Godfrey shook his head. He was not a puppet; he was a lieutenant in service of Hell. An adjutant that had been left to his own devices by his master, he would have all he ever needed from the gift, but it did not seem so.

    “But it is so,” said a disembodied voice, which reared around him like a flying circling around one’s head, “I am awakened now.”

    ”Who are you? Where are you?” bashed Godfrey out with his scraping voice, halting his steed and looking around to see where this voice came from.

    “I am Ægror,” hissed the disembodied voice, “stop looking around for I am within you. I am the power you were promised. I am the third Seal. You are, no, we are riding our black horse. We are the horseman of famine, of pestilence. We will do our masters bidding.”

    Godfrey remained silent for a while. Trying to grasp what the entity was telling him, he still felt sluggish from his slumber. ”Then why, why speak now? Why awake now?” asked as Godfrey with a hoarse voice.

    “Because of your little friend, that Bator; his presence made it near impossible to reach you. It died during the fight and allowed me to get on top and present myself to you. But enough talking, for now, someone is heading our way. You don’t have to speak to me, your thoughts are mine to read,” Ægror’s voice seemed to enter his head and its impish laughter resounded in his mind.

    ”I see,”, Godfrey said, followed with a strain of curses, ”that dammed Bator. I knew he was a burden.” His mailed fists clenched around the dark leather leads. ”So now I got the power I deserved?” but no answer came from the seal, Ægror remained silent.

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    Janet Cinderfeild
    Janet Cinderfeild

    X-Mas Event Participant- 1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Rage of the Hybrid Dragon
    Position : Warlord of Vengeance
    Posts : 1129
    Guild : Elysium
    Cosmic Coins : 10
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 1,542,242

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Ancient Dragon Takeover
    Second Magic: Nightshade Slayer
    Third Magic: Dragon Contracting

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    Post by Janet Cinderfeild 13th April 2020, 2:35 am

    Jenna will be walking down the path of blood dripping down her claws she left the River Village, another Slayer Was dead, which made Janet have a warm smile and felt a little giddy and she walked into the village feeling a bit happier than normal as you walk down the path, normally there are guards chasing her or a mob after her or something would be obstructing her Escape but this time it was nice quiet, the point was made. They might not assume it was her but she's my one going around slaughtering Slayer so it was safe to assume shouldn't have to leave a calling card this time. I should walk down the path not making her Dragon features hit in this time or hooded down so her hoard was showing out of her hair a bit of hair draped over left eye over that was normal, but if you look hard enough you could see the Golden Dragon beneath it. Her left arm coated in black scales though her claws at the end of them had a bit of blood dripping off them from the kill she had just committed, they can top it all off her tail would be swaying back and forth on the path. it was a good time for her right now however she would pause for a moment as she walked through the path of getting into the woods and after a little bit sheet stop seeing what would look be a knight on a horse. Janet would just stare at the man for man on the horse thinking to herself wondering if this was a crusader of Justice or anything however one look towards him in his icy cold stare she could tell that this was no Crusader of Justice or Knight of virtue... this man was something else.

    The Janet didn't fear Him yet, she wouldn't be so foolish as to assume he was a weak opponent or a un-worthy adversary however the warlord didn't Fear much for a minute maybe she was bit high off the kill she just did but for the most part she would just let out of the small smile. Before continuing up to the horsemen slowly not to make any sudden movements that would trigger a fight however she was prepared, and her sister was nearby if anything were to go wrong. So with that she continued up to the rider stopping at a bit of a distance from him but getting closer so she didn’t have to shout.

    “Hello Rider, my name is Janet Cinderfeild, I don't know why you hadn't but you may want to avoid the village of a hide for a little while... they might be on a bit of a high alert and I don't know if they take kindly be someone with your gaze... so you seem capable so do what you want just a warning from one to another.”

    she said she would stand there looking up at him for a moment not wanting to overstay our welcome and making sure she didn't show any fear as that was a sign of weakness though even her there was a side of him that was rather intimidating at first glance but she remained her smile, and maintain her composure she looked up from this Rider waiting for a response or action from him now I'm more curious about him then before.


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    Mufasa
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    Post by Mufasa 15th April 2020, 8:50 am

    Godfrey The Horseman of Famine and Pestilence

    From the shadows came a shape. Godfrey tilted his head, looking with curiosity at what or who was approaching him. He was not used to being approached; his menacing demeanour made sure of that. The shape was that of a person or so the knight thought at first. It was a woman, that could be distinguished but something was off. Something followed the mysterious woman that could only be described as a tail of sorts, the tail of a snake or lizard. Godfrey’s eyes flickered as he leaned forwards in his saddle to take a closer look. The strange figure moved closer still. Allowing him to distinguish more of her features. Long black hairs fell from beneath a hood, covering a part of her face. The hood in question was oddly shaped as if something was in the way. Her one visible eye was green. He could see her arms, or hands, clearly but noticed something was dripping from it; a dark drooping liquid. She spoke, greeting him and warning him.

    Godfrey let his reigns slip out of his hands and with two hands he removed his helmet, cradling between his left arm and his chest. His right hand pushed the mail coif back, removed the padding underneath which he pushed inside his helmet. He brushed through his white hairs with his mailed right hand and tilted his head to the right. His face which used to be scared and blemished by the bubonic plague that had killed him had vanished and with that change came more as well; he looked far more handsome then he had been previously before he got the plague. He had the face of a young man instead of the gaunt face that had caused him so much hardship throughout his life. His scrawny body had also changed. Although still slender, he didn’t look like someone that would fall to the grounds with the slightest of breezes. He had already noticed that his armour felt lighter, he had become stronger too.

    ”Well, my name is lord Godfrey of house Ushil. I am the count of Ushil, exiled count I must admit,” he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes glared as he observed the woman before him. ”Or I capture you and hand you over the village? proposing a third option and chuckled, ”thank you for your kind warning. But they are no thread to me. So, you had some fun during your visit to the village? Blood dripping from your hands? Curious. And what is following you around so faithfully.” Godfrey’s icy eyes followed the tail’s movement. Godfrey preferred his solitude but it felt like ages since he last had talked to someone, other than Ægror just moments ago.  

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    Janet Cinderfeild
    Janet Cinderfeild

    X-Mas Event Participant- 1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Rage of the Hybrid Dragon
    Position : Warlord of Vengeance
    Posts : 1129
    Guild : Elysium
    Cosmic Coins : 10
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 1,542,242

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Ancient Dragon Takeover
    Second Magic: Nightshade Slayer
    Third Magic: Dragon Contracting

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    Post by Janet Cinderfeild 21st April 2020, 7:54 pm

    Janet would sit there and listen to the handsome young man for a moment so she can still feel an ear of dread about him, though she did get some slight Amusement about the notion of him saying that he could turn her in however quickly is subsiding commenting on her bloody arm and something was following her Faithfully. It made her paws and you can feed went behind her before looking back at him giving a small chocolate as well and another smile not a menacing one just a warm one there's no need for that yet.  Janet would slowly reach up letting her sleeve slide down showing her scales pulling off her Hood so her Dragon horn would be shown through her hair. She did this as she spoke.  


    A Exiled lord you say...well lord Godfrey, my name is Janet Cinderfeild, thee Warlord of Fiore and the Dragon Queen… and the only one following me right now is my sister she's keeping her distance." She would say letting her tail slowly curl forward a little bit showing that it was indeed attached to her I'm not some creature following her make it obvious that she was half dragon now.


    Should pause for a moment and think about his next remark that she had fun in the village. She did enjoy what she did she found it very important to enjoy what you do however a job with a job and a Slayer dead was a Slayer Dead. She might have had more fun if there was more of a challenge involved in what just happened tonight but it was just a simple kill. But any Slayer Dead is a good Slayer so I suppose by those terms she did indeed have a good time in the bed so she was let out a smile that of almost Erie innocence of a child as she spoke.


    "Yes, I did enjoy myself… it was a very productive trip to the Village do what you want they won't pose a threat to you more than likely they have other concerns right now…" she said with a tilt of her head now "do you have business in the village Lord Godfrey" she would ask now curious about what the man was doing other than just walking if you had anyone he need to be after all she was now curious about him enjoying the moment if you will.


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    Commander of Moon Based Operations

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    Mufasa
    Mufasa

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    Post by Mufasa 4th July 2020, 6:45 am

    Godfrey The Horseman of Famine and Pestilence

    Godfrey stared at the thing the woman offered, it took him aback. That was not something he would have ever anticipated, he was unsure whenever he should accept it. What use was it to be rude? It didn’t looked like a magical amulet of sorts and thus far there was little enemity between them. His mailed glove reached out and grabbed the brown object, he brought it closer to his eyes to inspect it; a slight blue huey covered the dark thing. It was not something he recognized and tugged it in a saddle bag. In the meanwhile the hooded figure showed him an scaled arm, followed by the removal of her hood, as she spoke. What followed her happened to be a tail.

    Dragon, was the word that ran through his mind and Aegror agreed. Godfrey nodded, ”I see. Wel met, your grace. I have never before seen anyone, as yourself.”

    Godfrey laid his head to rest upon his shoulder, his eyes blue eyes glowing fervently. ”They wouldn’t be able to stand against me any ways, if I were to unleash wroth. But I do not have a quarrel with them. Merely passing through, wandering about,” said Godfrey with a hoarse voice, ”nor do I have a quarrel with you.”

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    Janet Cinderfeild
    Janet Cinderfeild

    X-Mas Event Participant- 1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Rage of the Hybrid Dragon
    Position : Warlord of Vengeance
    Posts : 1129
    Guild : Elysium
    Cosmic Coins : 10
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 1,542,242

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Ancient Dragon Takeover
    Second Magic: Nightshade Slayer
    Third Magic: Dragon Contracting

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    Post by Janet Cinderfeild 9th July 2020, 12:52 am

    Janet would Smile as he said your grace to her, she was like the sound of that very much however she would look at him you give a small nod, as she moved some hair aside letting her normal eyes and golden dragon eye meet his Blue eyes thinking how nice they looked. "Well...they certainly wont now…" she smiled a bi try thinking of the panicked state they were in...but even if they did she could sense he was plenty strong. "Well I am glad we have no quarrel with each other…" she said knowing it would end up much worse for him if they were but she didn't have to worry about that for now. she paused as she thought about her next words for a moment.

    "If I may ask Lord Godfrey...where are you heading, not that it is my business knowing but I may be able to help you out, I know these lands quite well after all." she said with a tilt of her head as her tail curled a bit infront of her now. She would examine the man and his stated a bit more before speaking again. "It would be the least I can do, I haven't had a pleasant interaction like this with a random stra- companaion in quite some time, it's nice." she said as the blood would start to dry on her claw though she wouldn't mind, it would serve as a reminder for the time being. Not for him though, for her, she would hate for her good mood to be spoiled.

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