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    Staking A Claim (Fraag)

    Medeia
    Medeia

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    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 3090
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 140
    Age : 31
    Experience : 2,974,285

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 5th August 2022, 5:56 am

    The town was a bit of a dump if she was honest and as the bountiful maid walked down the bustling streets, her nose wrinkled with disgust. It smelled of seamen and fish, neither of which were appealing to the woman and as she rolled her eyes at the disgusting scent, she wished for nothing more than to take her axe and slaughter every fool she came across. This place was not fitting for her Mistress but orders were orders and Armina would follow them to the letter. She never could say no to her raven haired partner, something that had never changed over the long years that they had spent together. Still, she could not have been happier and had everything she could possibly want. A beautiful castle to live in, the most beautiful Mistress in the world and all the adventure and blood that she could possibly want. There was no downside and every day was like a dream for the purple haired warrior.

    Well, that was not entirely true. For there was still the matter of her defeat at the hands of that little Fairy Tail scumbag. To have fallen in such a way in front of her Mistress had brought her a great amount of shame and having to go through the painful experience of resurrection had only made the ordeal worse. Immortality was a blessing and one that she certainly adored but that did not shield her from the pain of battle, especially when she was brought to death’s door. To those watching, it would just appear as though she would turn into a beam of light, disappear and reform again later but the truth was far more harrowing. The reformation of the body was hard enough but the toll it took on her mind was worse. She had been forced to relive the most painful moments of her life during the process and it had left her in a sour mood for quite some time. It was only thanks to her Mistress that she had been able to find herself again, with her gentle words and presence, among other things.

    Her defeat to the Kensho boy had left her with a burning desire to prove herself to the woman who meant most to her and that more than anything was why she had agreed to today’s mission. Armina wished to show that she was able to defend her closest friend and fulfil the duty that she had performed since before they had even come to Earthland, before they had descended from the stars. Of course, her Mistress had not uttered one word of disappointment to her regarding her defeat, instead only encouraging her to grow in strength but Armina felt shame nonetheless. To lose to a mortal was insulting and the fact that he had been a male was ten times worse.

    As she headed towards the large building that seemed to rise above the rest of the town, Armina occasionally felt eyes upon her. It was only natural and Armina actually smiled as she heard one particular woman give her date a firm slap for taking his eyes away from her. Men were pigs and they deserved whatever they got. Fortunately for them, not one of the moronic mortals approached her, the enormous axe attached to her back more than enough to keep them in check. It would not take much for her to start swinging either, such was her way, once the adrenaline started flowing. Her maid-like appearance was only skin deep and behind that facade lay a monster, one who had as many lives on her conscience as her Mistress did although they were hardly a burden. Ending a mortal’s life meant as much to her as ending a wild animal’s. Nothing.

    Her destination was a lovely looking cathedral that the people of the town seemed to adore and even the angel had to chuckle at the sight of it. A rather unusual take, being rather gothic in nature but it certainly appealed to her and more importantly, appealed to her Mistress. Generally, the two of them would destroy any building that held the faintest taint of religion but there was something about this cathedral that was different. It was an oddity and one that could be used as a shrine for her Mistress, unlike the usual disgusting cathedrals which reeked of holy light. Armina knew of the creatures that mortals worshipped and they were not the holy and kind beings that they were made out to be. They were monsters, betrayers of their own race and in the end, they had been betrayed in turn by her Mistress.

    There were mortals coming and going all the time but as she approached the enormous building, her eyes fell upon two sword wielding men who swiftly approached her. They had symbols on their armour which she assumed meant that they were guards of some kind, resulting in a roll of the eyes from the busty bombshell. As if they had the slightest hope of harming her.

    “I am sorry but you will have to hand over your axe if you wish to enter, Miss.”
    The larger of the guard said sternly, a tall figure indeed, standing at around six foot six with short brown hair. He was a fairly aged male and had no doubt seen his fair share of combat. “Due to the war and increase in trouble, we are tightening our defences. I am sure that you understand.”

    “You will have to turn around otherwise.” The second guard added, a short fellow, with long blonde hair and a far younger complexion. He looked little more than a boy in truth and cearly inexperienced.

    “I will do no such thing and if you attempt to take my axe by force then I will feed you your own limbs.” Armina replied with a smile, her right hand moving around to draw her weapon. “Actually, forget that, I will do it regardless of your actions. This cathedral now belongs to my Mistress and I will slaughter everyone inside it to add a little bit of colour.”

    The younger guard drew his sword and moved in to attack but Armina was far faster and with one mighty swing from her weapon, she cut straight through him in a massive arc, killing him before he hit the ground. A display of force that would set the tone for what was to come. The older guard was more cautious in his advance, as he slowly walked down the stairs towards her but it made little difference, as she summoned a chain with her left hand and launched it in his direction, catching him off guard. The piece of metal would wrap around his leg, allowing Armina to pull him down the stairs, before delivering a brutal finisher with her axe.

    “Well, that was fun.” Armina laughed, before making her way up the stairs and entering the cathedral.

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    Staking A Claim (Fraag) Medeia123

    Fraag
    Fraag

    Player 
    Lineage : Progeny of Arcanos
    Position : None
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 902
    Guild : Luminous Rose
    Cosmic Coins : 60
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 56,943

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Arcane Fate Magic
    Second Magic: Night God Slayer
    Third Magic: Relativity God Slayer

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    Post by Fraag 5th August 2022, 7:11 pm

    Port towns meant a good deal of maritime trade, and Cedar was no exception. The docks, as it was expected, were one of the busiest, if not the busiest, areas of town, and everything there seemed to be moving at a hurried frenzy bordering on ill temper. Even the sea gulls. Well, sailors were not known to be the most cordial of people, but like all humans, they did have their merits. For instance, they did seem to have a lot of stories in their lore-related arsenals, and even though many people believed that sailors often told tall tales, in a world such as Earthland where the freakish existed side by side with the mundane, there was to be some degree of truth in many of the weird stories that were recounted. And all things living knew that there were few weirder places to look than atop and beneath the untamed waves of the high seas, a domain that sailors were, to some extent, very conversant with. And so Nita had come to the docks to talk with the sailors there, and liven up the place as she knew how to. She had been impressed. Sailors would always be sailors, but these fellows did seem to be quite a cut above the average foul-mouthed, swearing bilge rat. Maybe it was because their captain was present, and they somehow were expected to be in their best behavior when he was out and about, Nita did not know, but even with their attempts at flirting with her, they did seem to be gentlemen.
    But even though the young Pergrandian was not averse to the attention, she had not come here to flirt. Ever so recently, a strange item had come into her possession. The Matiasma, it was called. The person who had given it to her had spoken of it ever so contradictorily, describing it as a cursed item one moment, and then extoling its virtues the next. As someone who was quite interested in ancient artifacts and the lore surrounding them, Nita had been willing to buy it from him. After all, she had just recently gained the powers of the Night God Slayer, and from a stone whose previous owner had vehemently claimed to be cursed, no less. What were one or two curses then? Even if the item bore some kind of curse, Nita was sure she could exorcise it, thanks to her divine magic. But then things had taken an interesting turn.

    Nita had taken the Matiasma, a strange but elegant necklace, and had gazed almost mesmerized into the eye-like gem it bore. But when she looked up, the man who had given her the necklace was nowhere to be found. Her magic sense, enhanced by her Aspect of Knowledge, had not determined that any magic signatures had suddenly disappeared, hence the fellow had not teleported. But despite the fact that the area was not very crowded, the man seemed to have vanished into thin air. Nita had never seen him again. But the stories he had told had stuck with her; they were so well told that she had assumed that this fellow was some sort of wandering entertainer. Some days later, while idly reading news on the iLac channels, Nita had seen a story in the Readers’ section, which had talked about the poster meeting a weird old witch who had tried to sell him a cursed necklace. The story he gave was exactly the same event as Nita’s except for one thing: in Nita’s case, the person who had the necklace was a middle-aged stranger; Nita would have guessed he was probably from Caelum from his accent. However, in the poster’s story, the necklace peddler was an old Desiertian witch. How could these stories be so identical (not similar), but be told by different people? Maybe there was more than one such item in the world. For lack of anything to do, Nita decided to try to track the origin of this weird tale and the Matiasma, though she suspected that, given the powers this necklace possessed, she would meet a dead end. Still, she had few things to occupy her mind with, and the war and its news were so dismal, and seemed to be all that everyone wanted to talk about. Since she didn’t particularly feel up for a mission, Nita decided to give herself this assignment, just to take her mind off things.

    Her sleuthing had brought her to Cedar, and according to correspondence with the iLac poster, she had made her way to the Cedar docks, where he had said he had been accosted by the witch. And despite the fact that the old woman’s description was so striking that anyone who simply looked once at her would remember that he had seen a strange old Desiertian woman (according to the iLac poster), nobody seemed to have seen the old woman at the docks. Weird, but not altogether unexpected. Having satisfied her curiosity (not so much), Nita decided to sightsee in the town before returning home, just to try to relax. The cathedral of Cedar was the most famous structure in town, so maybe she would go and have a look at it. She wondered to whom or what the temple was dedicated to. Arcanos, maybe? It would be nice to see a temple dedicated to her patron deity in Fiore. As the light mage walked towards the cathedral, she felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw breaking news jumping up on every news channel: someone had attacked and killed the two guards outside the cathedral with an axe. Some people had even uploaded the gruesome footage. Nita’s heart sank. Why did people have to be like this? In any case, she knew what needed to be done. Justice needed service.

    One moment the blonde mage was standing in the street staring at her phone, the next she was gone. The people outside the cathedral would see a young woman appear out of thin air in front of the cathedral, and warily climb the stairs to the majestic building. Nita was glad for being the Night God Slayer, because this allowed her to carry her complete arsenal everywhere with her, by placing hexes on them which transformed them into more portable objects. However, what she wanted to use was already very portable in its own right. She reached for one of earrings on her left ear which had a white feather on it, and pulled the feather off as she whispered, ”Pegasus”, the item immediately transforming into a beautiful long spear and a shield. She took a quick look around. She wasn’t really dressed for battle, being clad in a simple but chic minidress and wedge heels. But the skirt was flared enough to allow for ease of movement, so it would have to do. The guards were well and truly dead; there was nothing that could be done for them. However, she could save more lives from being lost. Kicking open the cathedral doors, Nita, in not up to a second, took aim at the beautiful woman with the huge axe, and flung her spear, activating the Homing Pidgeon ability, which would make the thrown weapon chase its target. The goal was not a killing strike, though, but to knock the weapon out of the woman’s hands.

    ”Please tell me I’m not on a live show of Mad Maids from Minstrel….”


    WC: 1243
    TWC: 2404

    @Medeia


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    Medeia
    Medeia

    Moderator- Main Account- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- 11 Sinner- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Demon Slayer- Dark Guild Ace- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- Jewel Grinder- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Obligatory Beach Episode- Sticking Around- Loyal to the Bone- Taskmaster- Halloween job event participant - Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Grand Master [2000]- Master [1000]- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- X-Mas Event Participant- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 3090
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 140
    Age : 31
    Experience : 2,974,285

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 6th August 2022, 7:00 am

    To be fair, the inside of the cathedral was rather nice and Armina certainly approved of the motive. Errings Rising’s castle was not actually all that different and the busty maid felt rather at home already. It was going to take a lot of spring cleaning in order to have it meet her Mistress's high standards but the purple haired maid knew that she could do the job. For now though, there was the matter of clearing out the rubbish that littered the building or in other words the guards. The place was rather filled with them and the axe wielding woman knew that she would most definitely have plenty of work to do. Fortunately, her axe was crying out for blood after her scuffle outside and already the tall angel was beginning to feel her pulse quicken. Her Mistress always described her as maniac once she got started and it was a rather apt description. She was the brawn to her Mistress’s brains and magical power. Yet, it was the fact that she had a point to prove which stirred her on even more so today and gave her that extra spark. One that she would unleash upon everyone who tried to get in her way.

    Already some of the worshippers had fled the building, having heard the commotion and wanting no part of Armina’s axe. The people who managed to get past her were the lucky ones and she made no real effort to go after them. They would no doubt spread the news of what was happening, which would only harness her reputation among the pitiful mortals. Those inside, however, would not be so fortunate and it was not all that long before she was lining up her next targets. The guards were all over the place, seeming to be unprepared for someone of her level and the maid could not help but roll her eyes. If these peons could not even defend a cathedral then what hope did they have of winning a war? Her Mistress had fought for Pergrande on two occasions and had dealt crippling blows against the Bellum scum each time, having even had the Cardinal Of Peace lying at her feet at one point. Fiore and Bellum were doomed in the eyes of the maid although she did not truly care that much. Civilisations came and went but she and her Mistress would live forever.

    Unfortunately for her, before she could actually begin her massacring of the peons, her senses were suddenly captured by a weapon, hurled in her direction. It was fortunate that Armina was already on high alert and as she turned to face her attacker, she would raise a hand and create a dome of magical energy around herself, shielding her from the spear that had launched at her. An impressive weapon indeed and the purple haired woman noted the force that was behind the attack. The owner had to be strong and Armina pondered just how well she would do against her foe. Her loss to that brat Kensho came flying back to her, inserting itself in the forefront of her mind, resulting in the maid taking a firmer grasp of her axe. The next time she saw him, she was going to bury him, along with everyone else in his pathetic little guild. Perhaps then she would be satisfied but today, she could at least start on her path of retribution against whoever her attacker was.

    A lovely blonde woman stood before her, resulting in Armina tilting her head to the site for a moment, looking over the beautiful lady in a very similar way to her Mistress. “Oh no, this is not a TV show and my axe is certainly no prop. Just ask the guards outside who have felt her wrath. Oh wait, you cannot. Oops.” Her tone was rather light and cheerful considering the circumstances and a chuckle escaped her lips. “It is rather rude to attack someone without an introduction or warning, you know, I truly should punish you for that. You are lovely on the eyes though so perhaps a spanking will do instead. I would hate to do you any real harm as I am sure that my Mistress will adore you as well when she arrives. Perhaps we will whisk you off to our guild hall and have our fun with you.” She sounded whimsical but there was a look in the maid’s eyes that gave off the impression that she was serious.

    Channelling both the powers of her axe and outfit, Armina would start to glow with a magical light, increasing her physical strength by several times. Few would say that she was the most wily or cunning of fighters but her raw strength was enough to cut the stoutest foe in two. Her Mistress had put her through a hellish training regime, one that would most likely be considered cruel by most but it had actually been done out of love. Not only that but Armina seemed to enjoy any experience that was considered hellish. She was a twisted soul, one that was so deeply entwined with her Mistress’s that they were more than just Mistress and maid. Closer than lovers or family. They were always together, regardless of geographical distance and adored each other beyond all measure.

    “I suppose that I should knock you out before she gets here though. My job is to take out the trash beforehand you see and I cannot do that if you are going to get in the way. I would ask you to submit to me but given how eager you were to throw your spear at me, I guess you want to fight as much as I do. That suits me just fine.”

    In an oddly timed display of etiquette, she would then deliver a rather maidly curtsy, before introducing herself. “I am Armina, loyal maid of Errings Rising and to my Mistress, the most powerful dark mage who walks these lands. A pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

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    Staking A Claim (Fraag) Medeia123

    Fraag
    Fraag

    Player 
    Lineage : Progeny of Arcanos
    Position : None
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 902
    Guild : Luminous Rose
    Cosmic Coins : 60
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 56,943

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Arcane Fate Magic
    Second Magic: Night God Slayer
    Third Magic: Relativity God Slayer

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    Post by Fraag 7th August 2022, 6:51 pm

    There was a certain way that the woman in the maid outfit looked at her that reminded her of a certain someone. A certain someone that Nita wasn’t so sure she would be pleased to come in contact with once again. In any case, the flippancy with which the bloodthirsty maid dismissed the deaths of the guards on the steps of the cathedral was annoying to the Pergrandian. Why was it that such people had absolutely no regard for the lives which they so carelessly took? Nita was of the opinion that a thing which could not be easily acquired was meant to not be discarded so easily. But that was the way of those who Nita was sworn to fight against. She was yet to find a dark mage who did not assume that they had all the right in the world to do whatever they pleased simply because they possessed power. And most times, when she tried to confront them with this flawed way of thinking, all she got for it was their disdain for the concepts of good and evil, or law, or whatever it was that stood against their indiscriminate marauding. In the end, people would simply do what suited them.

    At the maid’s words regarding the poor etiquette of attacking people without giving introductions or warnings, Nita simply raised an eyebrow. She wondered whether the guards outside had been treated with any form of courtesy before their blood had been made to stain the marble stairs of the building. But for a moment, Nita allowed herself to focus on this woman’s words. There was something all too familiar about them. It was almost as if she was meeting another version of the woman she considered her personal nemesis, the dark mage Medeia. It was very likely that the mistress of whom the maid had spoken was none other than the dark haired angel that had had her paths cross with Nita’s a couple of times. The last time they had met, Nita had been forced to kill someone; her first kill for that matter. She had Medeia to ‘thank’ for that, and unlike the last time they had met, when Nita had still tried, in her usual jovial manner, to be somewhat cordial with Medeia, the Pergrandian mage was not sure that she would be as warm as last time if she met Medeia today. No, it was more likely when, rather than if. Unless this mistress was not Medeia. That would be a pleasant surprise.

    Nita watched silently, her shield and spear at the ready, as the woman in the maid outfit cast some strange enchantment and began to glow. It was likely some spell to up her combat prowess. ”Well, being someone quite enamored with peace, I would have considered your offer of spanking, if you assured me that you would be gentle, but I’m afraid I am not the one going to be spanked today,” the Luminous Rose mage said calmly, retaining a slightly relaxed, but alert stance with her spear and shield ready to be whipped up and used for offense and defense where and when necessary. ”I would rather sit and talk over a cup of coffee or something than fight...” okay, that wasn’t always true, and Nita had the entity trapped inside her to thank for that, ”but I don’t seem to have any other course of action when facing someone who sees a holy building and starts slaughtering people on its grounds. I’m glad my intent for battle suits you just fine, because I plan on giving you a good workout. But before I introduce myself, I have an issue with your job regarding taking out the trash….”

    Nita struck the butt of her spear on the floor of the cathedral, as she activated her Relativity God Blink spell. The ground seemed to ripple, and all the people in the cathedral watching the exchange between the two women with apprehension and fear would suddenly find themselves outside the cathedral, and some good ways away from it. The maid herself would simply see them there one moment, and the cathedral would be empty the next. Nita hoped that the people who had been previously in the building would sense the threat involved and not try to enter the building, but sometimes, some people seemed rather obtuse when it came to matters of their own safety. It was unfair on heroes to put one’s self in danger and expect that the hero would save you. Well, the best thing was to try to save as many people as she could. Emptying the cathedral of the people inside it helped Nita in two ways: first, she had to worry less about innocents getting caught in the line of fire, and secondly, the bloody maid would not be able to use any hapless bystander as a sort of hostage or meat shield.

    ”That solves your ‘taking out the trash’ job, doesn’t it?” Nita asked, before she did a curtsey of her own. ”Ms. Fortune, at your service but I’m sure your mistress already knows who I am. And the service to be rendered is a summary butt kicking, delivered courtesy of my heels on your bum bum. En garde!” There was no time to waste, and truly, if Nita had any hope that she could talk Armina out of this bloody madness, she would have enthusiastically attempted to talk the maid onto the path of peace. The best thing to do now would be to try to take her out as quickly as possible, before her mistress came. Because that would be a whole new amount of trouble. Nita threw her spear at Armina, although her aim was not at any critical point on the maid’s body; the actual purpose of throwing her spear was to make the maid attempt to parry it or dodge it. Because immediately the spear was thrown, Nita would use her Blink spell again to close the distance between the two women, ducking and lashing out her feet in an attempt to sweep the maid to the ground. Whatever happened with her spear, Nita was not too worried: Pegasus could float and respond to her thoughts. A truly versatile weapon it was.


    WC: 1045
    TWC: 4458

    @Medeia


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    Ms. Fortune
    Bank
    Golden Lacrima valid till 12th July, 2023
    Medeia
    Medeia

    Moderator- Main Account- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- 11 Sinner- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Demon Slayer- Dark Guild Ace- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- Jewel Grinder- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Obligatory Beach Episode- Sticking Around- Loyal to the Bone- Taskmaster- Halloween job event participant - Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Grand Master [2000]- Master [1000]- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- X-Mas Event Participant- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Sage of Transformation
    Position : Warlord of Lust
    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 3090
    Guild : Errings Rising (Co-GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 140
    Age : 31
    Experience : 2,974,285

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Lost Pharaoh's Curse God Slayer
    Second Magic: Medea's Fury God Slayer
    Third Magic: Fallen Angel Takeover

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    Post by Medeia 8th August 2022, 7:03 am

    This mage had a quirky sense of humour and Armina found it rather appealing in truth. She spoke of matters such as spanking with such levity which actually reminded the maid of her Mistress in some respects. There was a matter of factness to this lovely blonde haired woman’s words and Armina could respect that. Generally, she was the same way and unlike her Mistress, who loved to talk, the maid was far more eager to just get to the matter at hand. Naturally, she did not consider her opponents' words about her attacking a holy building to mean a great deal and she found it rather funny that she was being lectured about such a thing. There were few who knew more about holiness than Armina did and the entity that the fools here worshipped was certainly not that. The dreams that mortals had of angels and gods was an illusion, one that priests and such hypocrites loved to create. The only real holy being was her Mistress and she was certainly no saint, at least not by the mortal meaning of the word.

    As the blonde woman tapped into her magic, Armina naturally brought her axe up in a defensive position but to her surprise, there was no attack and instead the people around them vanished into what seemed to be thin air. An unexpected manoeuvre and a part of the maid was rather annoyed by the move. She had been looking forward to taking out the guards and now that pleasure had been robbed from her. It was irritating to say the least and she was going to have to try far harder now to give her Mistress the bloody scenery that she had promised upon her arrival. “I was looking forward to clearing out the place myself,” she uttered with a slight pouting expression, “Now I am going to have to find another way to decorate the place. I cannot afford to disappoint my Mistress, after all.”

    Her unhappiness did not last too long though and her spirits were lifted as her foe responded favourably to a fight, as well as introducing herself. If this woman could back up her talk then perhaps defeating her and giving the blonde bombshell to her maid’s Mistress as a gift would be enough to satisfy the raven haired woman. She knew the Warlord better than anyone but it was sometimes difficult to tell how she would react to a result that she did not want. Her fellow angel had incredibly high standards and failure was rarely acceptable although the maid knew that she had more leeway than most. The worst that would probably happen is that she would spend some time bound in her Mistress’s clutches which to the dirty mind maid, was hardly a punishment at all in truth. When she thought about it, the situation she was in was a win either way. Win and she would prove herself, lose and she would find herself wrapped up again. There was a tiny amount of doubt about that though, knowing that if she ended up having to go through the resurrection process again then it would be anything but a win. Better to just win the fight and avoid any chance of that happening.

    The name Ms. Fortune did cause an eyebrow to rise though and the maid spent a moment racking her brains. Her Mistress was fond of telling her stories about her solo adventures and the name sounded rather familiar to her. Had this lovely woman perhaps been one of her Mistress’s conquests in the past? With her adrenaline rising and the fight about to start, it was difficult for her to truly focus on anything other than her desire to defeat her opponent. Killing the guards had given her the taste for blood and it was sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was both a strength and a curse. She had lost to Kensho due to her bloodlust and even though that very thought was in her mind, her war like nature was shutting it out.

    There was no time for any further words anyway as Ms.Fortune threw her spear again in the maid's direction. She was ready for it and brought up her large axe, swatting the rather exotic weapon away with a massive swing from her weapon. The two collided with a loud bang and for a moment, she thought that her axe was damaged but fortunately for her, that was not the case. It was a sturdy war device and one that had carried her through many fights in her long life. She did notice the magical power behind her foe’s attack though and it felt rather potent to say the least. This woman was by no means weak and Armina already knew that she would be in for a tough battle.

    The spear throw was not the end of the blonde’s attack either and Armina briefly lost sight of her foe, before suddenly detecting her close to her. Ms.Fortune had gone low, trying to sweep her legs out from under her, forcing the maid to have to jump over it. Her reflexes were razor sharp but the speed of her foe was a concern. A normal mage did not move that fast and the purple haired woman’s smile briefly faded. Still, there was nothing she could do about it and she was not about to just lie down just because her opponent was tough. “When you said that you wanted to kick my rear, you were not joking.” She said matter of factly.

    Using the momentum of her jump to her advantage, Armina would charge her axe and unleash a nasty two handed strike downwards, trying to bring it down on her opponent from above. It appeared that her enemy had the speed advantage but the maid could not help but think that perhaps in terms of physicality, maybe it was she who had that advantage. Keeping Ms.Fortune close just might be her best option and well worth a try. Allowing her berserker rage to start to build, she would attempt to keep the distance to a minimum, delivering strike after strike, attempting to overwhelm and swarm her beautiful opponent. Her eyes started to glow due to it and she asked. “I swear that I have heard your name before. Have you found yourself in the arms of my Mistress perhaps? Her name is Medeia and she spends quite a lot of time chasing women.”

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    Post by Fraag 8th August 2022, 6:04 pm

    It seemed the maid was none too pleased with Nita’s action of teleporting the guards in the cathedral out of it. Apparently she had been looking forward to killing more people. In that regard, Nita was glad to have foiled her designs. It still did not appear as a seamless victory, seeing as there were two corpses outside that had not been as lucky as the other guards in the building. Unfortunately, there would always be those apathetic to human suffering and death, shrugging off the gravity of the guards’ deaths with dismissive statements like ‘they were unimportant anyway’, or the more fatalistic ‘it was their time; they were meant to die’. Nita did not particularly like such people. But those she liked less were the ones that caused such suffering and death, and were glad to do so. Like Armina, standing here before her. Sadly, Nita was too jocular for her own good. But that didn’t mean she would not attempt to bring this murderer to justice. Sometimes it almost seemed like a sport, the tussle between good and evil. But it was all fun and games until lives started being lost. Nita wondered whether she was supposed to face the maid with more severity. Other heroes likely would. But Nita was Nita, and that meant she could not be expected to do things the way everyone else was doing them. ”Well, you could always get a load of paint glitter. And paper rings, and streamers. Oh, and confetti. I’m you’re your mistress would applaud you,” Nita answered in response to her complaint.

    It seemed there was some hint of recognition when Nita introduced herself, judging by Armina’s response, although it seemed as though the name could not be placed precisely in the maid’s memory. To Nita, it didn’t matter. She was sure that Armina would remember her if they met again in the future, if the Pergrandian had a say in how things were going to turn out in this battle. In any case, the first exchange of battle was made, and Nita noted to herself, based on Armina’s reaction to her attack, that her opponent was skilled enough to be considered with some degree of caution. Normally, it was not in Nita’s nature to look down on her opponents; it usually occurred that she was the one who was often looked down on. And in some respects, that suited her just fine. There were few things more satisfying than having someone laugh at you or berate your capabilities moments before being bitch slapped into next week. Nita was confident of her fighting ability, enough to not be afraid while facing Armina. She was likely stronger than her opponent. But she was not going to assume that because she was, she would not take precautions. All the same, Nita was interested in coming out on top in this scuffle. She had a reputation to maintain, as well as lives to protect. What good was a hero who people could not trust to save them when she arrived?

    Having successfully evaded the sweeping kick, Armina made an attack of her own. Nita saw the huge axe head descending towards her, and raised her shield to parry it, slipping backwards as she did while deflecting the weapon to her left, so that it would still remain outside of her shield. Deflecting it to the right would mean that if Armina decided to swing horizontally after having the attack deflected, Nita would have a hairy situation to deal with, since the Pergrandian carried the Pegasus shield on her left arm. ”Oh my, whatever made you think I was being funny?” Nita asked, in response to Armina’s statement of fact about Nita’s intentions for her backside. The maid then proceeded to go on the offensive, swinging the dangerous weapon at the blonde mage repeatedly. Nita defended herself with the shield adequately, dodging where she had the chance and parrying when she couldn’t. ”For shame. And here I was, thinking you had said you were going to spank me. Instead, you seem to be trying to shorten my height, which I shall take great umbrage at, if you please,” the Night God slayer jested, as she responded to Armina’s attacks. It was Nita’s way, to keep talking when she was in battle. Somehow it helped her remain calm, reducing tension that could otherwise cause her to make a mistake. And in battle, a mistake was the difference between being able to go home and have a good night’s rest, and having a permanent eternal rest. She did not yet feel ready for the latter.

    Armina’s latest words confirmed Nita’s suspicion. She was a vassal of Medeia. This would probably not end as quickly as the Pergrandian had hoped. In a way, her interactions with Medeia were an indication of how much she had grown. When she had first met the dark angel, Nita was more or less at her mercy, practically begging the Warlord to not attack innocents, and escaping with a memory that made her blush whenever she remembered it. The last time she had met Medeia, Nita had realized, even though she had not been completely pleased with the conclusion of her meeting with the dark angel, that perhaps she was not as completely at Medeia’s mercy as she had imagined. Now, who knew how things would turn? Nita had discovered two new magics, and she was sure that they had made her much stronger. Still she suspected that Medeia would be still a match for her, if not even more. ”I thought as much,” the Pergrandian said, not hiding the displeasure in her voice. ”She’s one of the only few people crazy enough to go attacking public places with reckless abandon… or in today’s iteration, sending her minions to do the task for her. As to whether I’ve found myself in the arms of your mistress, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Like I was trying to kill myself and she was trying to kill me or something.” Well, technically, Medeia hadn’t tried to kill her. It was that huge brute of a wrestler that had smacked her through the floor and on top of Medeia’s dinner. To be fair, Nita had been to blame for that. But she had seen no other way to escape what would otherwise have been a very awkward memory for her, if she had not sought to free herself. Simply remembering how she was tied was quite embarrassing.

    Without making any evident gesture, Nita commanded her spear to return again, the shafted weapon flying towards the axe-wielding maid once more. It came just out of the corner of her vision, because Nita wanted her to be aware of the impending attack and respond to it. Nita’s plan was to go for her axe, whether Armina dodged or blocked the spear, and attempt to grab the long shaft of the weapon, while trying to plant a knee in her opponent’s stomach in tandem. If she could disarm the maid, the battle would be much more skewed in her favor.


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    Post by Medeia 9th August 2022, 7:20 am

    A laugh escaped the maid as she listened to Ms.Fortune’s witty reply to her comment about spanking. This woman did have a great sense of humour and even as bloodlusty as she was, Armina could not help but briefly smile wildly. The blonde woman was awfully good with her shield and the purple haired warrior was unable to break through although she reckoned that her aggressive display was enough to at least give her opponent something to think about. Oh, how she loved being on the front foot which was a scenario that she was rarely in when she was around her Mistress. The raven haired woman was adamant about who was in control in any situation and while Armina adored being her Mistress’s submissive, she had to admit that it felt great to just cut loose from time to time. “Maybe I plan on spanking you with the back of my axe rather than my hand?” She uttered with a rather dark smile. “I was not joking, you know, this could have all ended peacefully if you had just let me slap that lovely rear of yours. You are a beautiful woman and I know that when my Mistress catches sight of you, she will desire to do the same thing.” That was a gross understatement.

    A statement which was proven to be true when Ms.Fortune admitted that she had indeed met the Warlord. Her smile widened considerably as that information registered with her although she did tilt her head at the woman’s words. “She tried to kill you? That does not sound like her. The most she would have done is fly off with you and have a little fun in her quarters. You must have truly angered her if she reacted to you violently. Perhaps you said no to her offer? If so, that would make more sense. If there is one thing I have learned about Medeia, it is that she never takes no for an answer. Believe me, I have tried and it has got me absolutely anywhere. Not that I am complaining, mind you, I adore being at her side and am perfectly safe with her.” Her tone of voice was almost to the point of worship, gushing about the woman closest to her without the slightest attempt at restraint. In a way, she was the antithesis of her Mistress but that only made their bond stronger.

    Seemingly even for the moment, Armina was able to just about catch the spear that was once more heading in her direction. It was a rather cunning attack, one that was only just in her eyeline and the maid had to be rather swift in order to bring her axe around and again bat it away. That flying weapon was beginning to become a nuisance in truth and the purple haired brute knew that she was going to have to keep on her toes if she wanted to avoid feeling its sting. As it was, she deflected the weapon quite well this time, more effectively than the first and she was confident that with practice, she would be able to get the timing down perfectly.

    It appeared that Ms.Fortune was not finished though and the maid felt a grip on her axe, followed by an unpleasantly sharp knee in her stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her and sent her weapon dropping to the ground with an ominously loud bang but she did not fall. Oh no, she was made of sterner stuff than that and although she backed up a few paces, the smile from before was still on her face. “Heh. Nice move but do not think that one kick to the midsection is going to finish me off. I would not be able to look Medeia in the eye if I did.”

    Summoning chains from both arms, the maid would swing them in completely different directions. One was directed towards the blonde, with the aim being to either ensnare or disarm her, while the other travelled over towards Armina’s axe, the idea being to retrieve it and return it to her hand. Double trouble and giving her opponent something to react to. She had been knocked back a bit but she was hardly out for the count and the maid was desperate to last as long as she could. Honestly, there was not a whole lot of fear in her at this point, her love of battle and carnage burning that away, as well as the knowledge that should she take serious damage, her Mistress would no doubt respond to it. There were few things that could truly upset her beautiful Queen but seeing Armina injured was most definitely one of those and she would forgo her usual methodical pace if she detected her maid in peril.

    As her chains flew around, she would speak once more. “I kind of remember the story I was told now. Mistress said that you interfered with a mission of hers where she had teamed up with a pair of beautiful lucha libre types. I confess that I was saddened that I did not get to meet the lovely duo, as Medeia did say that they were both simply gorgeous. If I recall correctly, you got a little trigger happy and killed one of them. I have to say that I am shocked that you could do such a thing, being a do gooder as you are. Mistress also said that she had to spend that entire night comforting the blonde woman…Maxima, I think her name was? Turns out she had a crush on the woman you killed and she was torn apart seeing her die like that. Your actions ripped her heart in two. Poor girl.” It was both an attempt to rattle her opponent, as well as an opportunity to learn more about her blonde haired foe. Her curiosity had been aroused and while she could just ask Medeia later, she knew that her Mistress had a way of distorting the truth sometimes. Better that the maid find out for herself.

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    Post by Fraag 10th August 2022, 8:04 pm

    Nita was sure that Armina was not being exactly honest when she said that they wouldn’t have been fighting if she had been allowed to only spank the Pergrandian mage. The reason for this was the growing understanding that the blood thirsty maid was very much like her mistress in behavior, although she did seem a lot more interested in shedding blood than Medeia did. As far as being ever so crafty with the use of guile and slippery words, they were very much alike. Nita was sure that if she had allowed Armina to do whatever the latter wanted, she would still find herself on the short end of the stick, as far as bargaining went. It was in times such as this that power mattered. Because in the end, things would simply devolve to the winner being whoever was more forceful in exerting their will; such was the state of the world. Looking at things from a detached perspective, as long as people who abused their power existed, humanity would be no better than animals, because the idea that might made right was merely an excuse for those who were greedy to take what they wanted from those who had such, and not expect to be called to account for this.

    From the maid’s words, it was very clear that she did know a great deal about her mistress. That she showed surprise at Nita’s statement about Medeia trying to kill her was proof of this. ”Well, kudos to you for being perfectly safe with your mistress,” Nita replied. ”I’m quite certain that the same does not apply to me. And I think that’s where Medeia and myself seem to really get off on the wrong foot. You see, I was never game for such forceful wooing. Other girls might see it as romantic, but me? It’s going to be a whole deal of scratching and kicking.” As far as ‘scratching and kicking’ were concerned, Nita felt she had learned how to scratch better. But in the end, one’s personal assumption could not be taken for fact, until it had been tried. If and when the dark angel came, Nita would just have to see how well she did facing off against her. The thought of crossing figurative blades with the dark angel was both worrying and exciting. Worrying, because Nita was not sure she had yet seen Medeia fighting at full power. Exciting, because she was Nita, and Nita was all for kicking ass and taking names. She had taken Armina’s name. All that was left was to kick ass.

    As the maid summoned chains from her hands, Nita took note of the trajectory of both magical constructs in a single moment. One was aimed at her, no doubt meant to restrain her, or at least limit her movement. The other, however, was going in the direction of the maid’s axe. An interesting plan, if Nita were to give her opinion on it. However, Armina would need more to be able to deal decisively with the Pergrandian. That axe was annoying, though, and whatever Nita had in mind, Armina getting possession of the bloody weapon was not part of it. Nita however was not particularly expecting the mind games. For Armina to remind her of her execution of the luchadora named Veles was touching on dangerous waters. Even though she had felt it necessary to kill the crazed villainess, taking of lives was something she did not do with glee, as people like Armina or Medeia did, or even with casual indifference. There were a good number of people on the side of the light, who did not care if they killed a walker in darkness. Nita did. Death was always for her a last resort. Funny that, if she chose to believe what Armina was saying, it was somehow her fault that Maxima had been so brokenhearted. What of those who Veles would have killed? Did no one care about their loved ones? It was for such nameless people that Nita struggled to be as strong as she possibly could, so that such ‘inconsequential’ people could grow old and see their children age and do well in life. Those that were of no consequence to the greater powers, surely, even they had some worth. And so, for the sakes of those people, despite Armina’s words, she would try to remember the gratitude she had seen in the eyes of the people she had saved that night.

    And still, something about the maid’s words unhinged Nita. Maybe it was the fact that the Pergrandian had stubbornly refused to think about the events that night, and had been suddenly reminded of them today. Or maybe it was the fact that being ‘trigger happy’ suggested that she had wanted to kill Veles, which could not be further from the truth, and that had really irked her. But whatever it was, Armina would feel it. Like something had changed in Nita’s general bearing, the way she carried herself. Twisting to one side to avoid the chain sent her way, the light mage called the Pegasus to her right hand, and thrust at Armina. And this was a stroke meant to potentially kill if it hit. From the movement of the blonde mage, to the way she had positioned her spear just before she lunged, these were no longer the moves of a well-trained but flighty young warrior. These were the moves of a predator.

    ”Armina darling, be so kind as to watch your tongue,” the Luminous Rose mage drawled, a dark look in her eyes and an ominous smile on her lips. It was Maria in charge now. Even though the form and voice were Nita’s, it was clear that a stranger had taken over her body. ”I’m not as desirous of hugs and kisses as dear Nita is. And I believe I should correct you on one little thing. You should not be shocked that do-gooders kill the baddies. In fact, do-gooders are meant to kill every baddie they come across. It would be equivalent to cosmic community service. How did you so astutely render it? Ah yes, ‘taking out the trash’. It’s funny how you bad lot kill people without compunctions and feel no remorse, but get annoyed or sad when someone kills one of your kind, as if you’re the only ones that matter. But please, don’t let me go on yammering away; you seem to be quite an interesting person to converse with. In any regard, I am afraid we shall not be conversing for long.”


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    Post by Medeia Yesterday at 1:31 pm

    It was difficult for the busty maid to keep another smile from crossing her face as Ms. Fortune spoke about how she and Medeia had gotten off to a rough start. “I confess that she has a habit of coming on strongly when she finds someone that she truly takes a liking for. Once she sets her sights on someone then she will not stop until she has them in her arms. You should consider yourself lucky that she did not take you by force as it would not be the first time that she has done such things. It must happen two or three times a week these days and why does she do it? She knows that no one can do a single thing about it, that is why. So confident is she that she actually lets them go once she is done with them. You must have made quite a deal with her to have not been swiped by her. What was it? Did you agree to have a snuggle with her on a bench or something?” Her tone was teasing in nature, amusing herself by trying to unsettle her opponent.

    Her chain attack might not have been successful but she was able to at least get her axe back, the large weapon returning to her dominant hand. She adored her axe and the thought of being kept apart from it was a rather alarming one. Oh, she had the physical strength to fight hand to hand and could overwhelm your standard human with a punch but the purple haired woman knew that Ms.Fortune was far too stout a foe for that. She was starting to get a read of her opponent's magical signature now and its potency was enough to rattle her a little. This woman was not a weakling at all and the maid was unsure if she stood an honest chance of victory but that was not the point. The goal was to fight with all her heart and soul, knowing that even a defeat would only stir her into training harder. Death was impossible for a being such a her. Defeat, yes but not destruction. Her immortality was both a gift and curse, with her believing in each at different times in her long life. Today’s fight would just be another entry to her enormously long diary.

    There was a noticeable change in the body language of her foe after she mentioned the story that Medeia had told her, resulting in the maid taking a firmer grip of her axe. There was something unusual going on and Armina was not entirely sure that she liked it. Her opponent had seemed to have lost control, her expression becoming more ominous and twisted. Apparently her words had hit home and after a few moments of doubt, the bloodthirsty smile would return to the maid’s face, overcoming her doubt and worry, knowing that her Mistress was near. She honed her focus intently on the blonde warrior, waiting for her next move, axe ready and willing to move at a moment’s notice.

    Ms. Fortune would then lunge towards her, spear filled with a killing intent that had not been there before, forcing Armina to move incredibly quickly in order to defend herself. The two powerful weapons clanged loudly as they met, sending sparks all over the place and the bountiful maid was forced back by the blow. She was not harmed but the power behind that blow had been something else compared to her foe’s previous ones. She truly had seemed to crack and when she spoke again, her tone having completely and utterly changed, the red eyes of the dark warrior blazed crimson.

    “Oh my. What has come over you all of a sudden?” The maid replied, seemingly unfazed for the moment. “Is the mere mention of your last meeting with my Mistress enough to draw out your darker half? How curious. You seem like a completely different woman although I am not complaining. I have an open mind and I will fight with whatever personality that you want to take on, as will Medeia when she arrives. Take it from me, neither of us give the slightest damn about the lives of mortals and will quite happily wipe out a population of them if we desire it but that is not our true goal. Both of us are beings of lust and what we wish for is for those who we fancy to be locked in our embrace. Dear Nita would not have had to kill anyone if she had just allowed my Mistress to complete her job and then spent some quality time with her. She is responsible for what happened and it is all due to her obsession with playing the hero. You are not Nita though, are you? So I suppose it is silly of me to try and explain things any further when she is no longer in control.”

    The maid would blow a kiss at that point, a magical one that could ensnare the mind of a foe and force them to walk towards her if it struck. Armina honestly doubted that it would work but the maid would have a second attack planned, which she would use regardless of how her new enemy dealt with the kiss. The maid would briefly vanish, before reappearing before the blonde woman and swinging at her with her axe from behind. A simple teleport and strike combination, attempting to keep her enemy on her toes. There was no point messing around now and Armina had a feeling that this new persona was most definitely going to be a different prospect. Still, there was nothing else that the maid could do other than plough at her opponent with as many powerful blows as she could strike with.

    The magical aura of her foe had attracted the attention of Armina’s raven haired Mistress too and the temperature began to heat up as she increased her pace towards the cathedral. She could already sense what the conclusion would be to her maid’s fight and it would not be a pleasant one.

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