DeathKnight

[color=crimson]Inhabitant [b]Name[/b]: Asura Lotan [b]Meaning[/b]: Hidden Demon [b]What are you[/b]: 'Pandemonia' Human. [Stronger, Smarter, Faster, Result of an accident in a Shaman's camp.] [b]Description[/b]: A tall [6'3], slender looking man, with a muscular build. He has several scars from various 'events' in his life, but they fit in with his rough look. Messy black hair falls past his eyes, hideing his brown, piercing eyes. His usual attire is simple black traveling clothes, looking alot like a white tshirt and black jeans in comparsion with what you would find in real life. He holds a belt full of various trinkets, rangeing from scanning devices to high-tech grenades- Showing his main weapon is his wits. He usually rests a large hammer, around 5 feet in length and engraved with strange markings, on his shoulder- Which he uses both to build things, and as his defensive weapon. [b]Place in your Society[/b]: A high ranking mercenary and adventurer, he is known by many people for not only his fame, but his eccentric, edgy personality. Is currently wandering to Ilekea's village, to try to find some work. Secretly, he tries to hide the fact he is one of the three 'Pandemonia' humans- Failed expierments that mixed science with magic, trying to create the ultimate bloodthirsty warrior. However, any who can see auras can tell the distinct difference between a normal human and himself.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Kenneth[/b]: I wonder if I sneeze.. [b]Raven[/b]: Ugh. And you have horrible allergies sometimes, too. God I hope that you can control it enough to sneeze normally. [b]Kenneth[/b]: What about burping. Hmm. I need to try all this out in private. [b]Raven[/b]: ... [b]Isthanae[/b]: ... [b]Kenneth[/b]: I'll never need to make a campfire again. Hmmm.. [b]Raven[/b]: Pay attention to where you're walking- You dont need to trip and make her injuries worse. Kenneth realized she was right, and phased back into reality, minding every step he took so as not to accidentally trip, or something of the sort, minding rocks and roots whenever they came..[/color]

[color=crimson]Obession is a strange thing.. Most of the time an obession is after someone/thing that isnt real- If it was real, then you would be in love with them. So it is a strong thing when it gets out of hand... I know personally my main obession is with Sailor Jupiter. She's [i]fineeeee[/i], and her personality is kinda like mine..o.O That obession still hasnt faded *points to hentai folder full of her pics* *Smiles sweetly.* Obessions are good for you I think. It keeps your imagination going when you can obess over things- At least that's how I veiw it. *Obesses over Anime, Gaming, Music, Kagome, Aeris, Tifa.. on and on.*[/color]

[color=crimson]People I want to meet- In no respective order what-so-ever [Tori would be first, if it was. O-o] [b]Rai[/b]- We still have that little bet to do ;) [b]Mist[/b]- Cool person I wish I knew. [b]Flash[/b]- Bonholio! [b]LK[/b]- *prods annoyingly* [b]Tori[/b]- Bwee. ^_^ [b]Cyko[/b]- You live 7 minutes from me. heh. [b]Anti, Zaeon[/b]- *rubs nose nonchalantly* [b]Gold_Angewomon[/b]- Sistah X.x [b]Juu[/b]- *Messes up little sistahs hair* [b]Neil[/b]- Heh heh. We'd ****ing be on the news if we chilled together. [b]Kevin[/b]- Boris. ^_^ [b]Shy[/b]- *Bows* [b]Everyone I missed[/b]- j00 r n07 l337.[/color]

[color=crimson]Kenneth shook his head slowly, and glanced at his own hand, which was supporting the injured Katlina and wondered if he was doing more harm than help. Noting the lack of any sort of burn wounds. [b]Kenneth[/b]: ... Sorry. Being around Orcs, even if they are dead, boils my blood a bit. I guess subconsiously I took it out on you. But now that we're in the clearing, I should have more self control. [b]Isthanae[/b]: .. Just watch it. [b]Kenneth[/b]: Trying. That's the only thing that gets to me emotionally. [b]Raven[/b]: Yet you are as bad as the Orcs. [b]Kenneth[/b]: I guess. But its my profession to kill- Not an optional hobby. [b]Raven[/b]: *sighs* Your logic is biased. [b]Kenneth[/b]: Not neccesarily. I elminated those who were wanted dead by others. Not innocents who did no wrong to deserve to die. [b]Raven[/b]: You're hopeless.. [b]Kenneth[/b]: Heh. And you arent? [b]Raven[/b]: ... [size=1]not as much as you[/size] ... Kenneth grinned..[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Yu Yu Hakusho! [/i] [B]I used to be what you would call one of "Jehovah's Witnesses." Often reffered to as "one of those "Witenesses"...." My dad didn't like going to the Kingdom Hall (which is our church) so my after we moved from New Orleans to Houston, we kind of forgot about it.[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Lol. I'm a former Jehovah's Witness. I honestly hate Christians, alot. Not the specific people here, because [most] of you dont point fingers at my opinons on religion as a whole, and I respect each of you greatly for attempting [we are only human] to keep most of this thread mature. I veiw all religion as unneccesary, and a false hope for those that beleive in it. People want something greater in life, so they blindly strive after whoever or whatever set things in motion, to try to gain some sort of purpose in life besides just living life. That to me is sad, yet somehow it seems that all of us strive for something like that- Power, Money, Purpose. It all levels out on something we worship, if we go after it to a point..[/color]

[color=crimson]Since I am a potty mouth, I have to inform you that James is correct. Damn is not worse than sh*t. Godd*mn however might be more offense to some religious people than sh*t, but i'm stating the obvious. Lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]Kenneth Andrew Howell- Literally, a 'handsome manly alert one'. Celtic in origin. It sounds too british for my likeing..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: We're so under apprciated. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: BWEE --; [b]Ken[/b]: For that, the next time you're stuck in the Medevil times, i'm not coming to save you. Nyeh. Ken stuck out his tongue, and immediately winced as his tongue touched his charred lips. Sighing silently, he tossed another rock at Asuka, hitting her in the forehead. The sound of a million angry plushie heads turning your direction unnervingly reverberated through the area, as Ken silently glanced down at the huge mob of plushies. [b]Plushie[/b]: He just hurt our queen..!! [b]Mini-Kens[/b]: You should know better than to do that when the mob is around o_o;;. [b]Ken[/b]: ..... [b]Plushie Mob[/b]: THROW ROCKS AT KEN! Hundreds of pebbles flew through the air suddenly, as Ken's eyes slowly shut as he murmered a low prayer..[/color]

[color=crimson][B]Name: [/B] Kenneth Andrew Howell [B]Age: [/B] 14 and mildly confused. [B]DOB: [/B] August 10th, 1988 [B]Location: [/B] San Antonio, TX, USA [B]One Word: [/B] Lick. [B]No, seriously. Describe yourself in one word: [/B] Pyschopathic. [B]Occupation: [/B] I mow lawns. [B]Color: [/B] Blue. [B]Food: [/B] Curry Chicken. [B]Beverage: [/B] Diet Vanilla Coke. [B]Alter Ego: [/B] Mini-Ken. ^_~ [B]Dream Job: [/B] Explorer/Adventurer. [B]Self-Proclaimed: [/B] Jerk. [B]Ethnicity: [/B] Indian, English, Black, Mexican. [B]Extracurricular: [/B] .. Knife Fighting. Does that count? O-o [B]Hobby: [/B] Gameing, Writing, Brainstorming comedic skits. [B]Dessert: [/B] Cheesecake. [B]Musician: [/B] No one. [B]Group: [/B] SoAD, OTEP. [B]Mac or PC?[/B] I could do without the woes of either. [B]Nics: [/B] Fluffy, Tank, DK, The South Texas Evil Pope, Kenna, Kennifer. [B]Blog: [/B] [url=http://deathknight.blogspot.com/]Yeap.[/url] [B]Home Page: [/B] Nada. [B]Religion: [/B] Eww. Its so icky, though. [B]Book: [/B] The Hobbit, of course. [B]Collections: [/B] PSX RPGs, CDs, Beanie Babies. [B]Sport: [/B] Basketball, Football, Tennis. [B]Won't Eat: [/B] I'll try anything once. [B]TV Show: [/B] Late Night With Conan O' Brian. [B]Words to live by:[/B] "And thusly, once again, Ken proves that without comedians, we wouldnt know what to do with ourselfs." [B]Addicted to: [/B] Masturbating. O_o;; Er.. .. I mean. WarCraft 3. ^^;; [B]Comic: [/B] [url=www.elgoonishshive.com]El Goonish Shive.[/url] [B]Movie: [/B] Twilight Zone: The Movie.[/color]

[b]What was the latest album/single you got?[/b] [color=crimson]I cant remember. I think it was Soulfly's album, 3.[/color] [b]What's the latest tune you just can't get out of your head?[/b] [color=crimson]City of Flickering Destruction from Legend of Mana; Jumpdaf*ck up by SoulFly; A Box Full of Sharp Objects by The Used; The Heretic Anthem by Slipknot.[/color] [b]What's your favourite and worst genre of music?[/b] [color=crimson]My favorite would have to be Heavy Metal. Least favorite.. Pop.[/color] [b]Last, but not least what/who is your favourite band/singer?[/b] [color=crimson]System of a Down. [size=1]starting from 1:00 minute into Bounce on.. I am an animal! X.x;;[/size][/color]

[color=crimson]DeathKnight is the main boss in Lineage: The Blood Pledge... A Korean MMRPG I wasted a year of my life on. When I first signed up for OB, I was still playing it regularly, and I couldnt think of anything else remotely 'cool' sounding, so I used it. O_o[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: It aint over till the fat lady sings.. Ken picked up a small rock and tossed it at Asuka playfully, as Mini-Ken2 slept solemnly on his head, murmering things about the adventures he will have being stuck with such a hotheaded Mage such as Ken.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: This is... no fair... I've won... and i'm still getting beat up... He slowly crawled out from underneath the heavy sleigh, several of his scabs bursting open, blood pouring out of them as soon as it did. Standing upright, he dusted his charred self off, before glancing at Flash and nodding. [b]Ken[/b]: I'm going to go pack. [b]Flash[/b]: Help >_> [b]Keisha[/b]: DONT YOU DARE MAKE EXCUSES! LET US OUT OF HERE! ARGH! Ken jogged into the demolished house, going into the oddly untouched Men's bedroom, all his stuff flying into a single magical suitcase. Sweatdropping silently at how magic sometimes ruins usually fun things, Ken jogged back outside and sat down, closeing his eyes to wait intill the gates opened.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken Howell [b]Age[/b]: 14 [Born August 10th, 1988.] [b]Grade[/b]: Junior [b]Biography[/b]: Born in Texas, somehow ended up in this town. Doesnt speak much of his past, only snippits that he spurts out in his poetry seem to tell all that is hidden behind the curtain. Has skipped one grade, and is somehow in all the availible honors courses, however he remains humble and denies being more than averagely intelligent. Isnt really 'popular', but is somehow known by everyone from his quirky antics, and sometimes quiet fits of anger and depression. Also known for self mutalation, but hides his true feelings to all but the closest friends. 2 years ago, before he moved here, 3 of his closest friends commited suicide, causing him to be a silent, cold person when he doesnt take his Anti-Depressents. [Sad thing is, thats IRL too.] He is a severe hard rock, punk rock, heavy metal addict, loving mainstream and underground bands [*strums along to Soulfly as he writes this*]. Loves Anime and Video Games as well. [b]Description[/b]: Comedic, Dark, Improviser- Ken is your classic case of a sitcom come true. He has his dark moments, many funny moments, and opinons which could cause Jesus to tilt his head to the side in puzzlement. A class case of a Comedian tainted with Gothic personality tendenacies. [b]Appearence[/b]: 6'2, 270 pounds. Messy black hair droops down into his eyes, hiding their brown color to most. Dresses casually, usually just wearing a Tshirt, Jeans, and dirty sneakers.[/color]

[color=crimson]The sky was a piercing light blue, not a cloud blemished the perfection of it. A light breeze blew through the air, Ken's hair shifting to the side uneasily, his gaze focused on the rolling plains below him- The quaintness of it all was makeing him pratically sick. He was ready to get to his work- The ressurection of the greatest military power that there ever had been, and ever will be. The one force that, joined with the Angels, would at least stand as a defense for whatever was left to fight for on this God forsaken planet. His miserable past started within the Ducal Army, stretching forth into the oblivion it now was. Most recruits of the army had been trained from a young age, and it was no different with Ken. His alligance had faultered after his mission to slay the Undead Dragon had caused this all to happen, but he knew he was the last General that was still living. [b]Ken[/b]: These will be the humans that help their descendents- I think. I hope. Goddamnit, I have no other option. He descended slowly, landing lightly on the ground with a 'clank' from the shifting armor. He glanced around briefly, searching for the best place to start this whole thing. Finally, he decided he was in the best wide-open space in the whole area, and he nodded to himself- it was time. Standing compltely straight, he placed his hands together as if to pray, and began to chant, while staring upwards to the sky. His words were too soft to hear, yet they echoed around the immiediate area, causing an eerie calmness to fall on the area as he spoke, the reverberation of his words intenseifying. On the horizon, black storm clouds began to form with a furious speed, quickly overtaking the once placid, picturesque heavens. Thunder rolled across the storm, as a steady stream of rain began pelting Ken, as his chant continued progressively, several already drenched strands of his hair falling back down into his face. A soft rumbleing began to come forth from the ground, as a fissure formed- Small at first, but quickly growing in size with the prepetual spellcasting. An orange hue began to emit from within it, as lightning tore downwards from the now-violent atmosphere, causing the whole scene to look like a horror scene- Which it was quickly turning into. The fissure kept on splitting open, slowly makeing its way away from Ken, the orange hue quickly following. The hands grabbed onto the edges of the fissure, and began to pull themselves up, as the sudden outpouring of mana caused vents of steam to break the surface around the fissure. The first few soldiers crawled out, naked, and stumbled foreward breifly, as the rain washed off some kind of slime that was all over their body. Each of them was quivering, a few going into breif convlusions, as the rain drenched them as well. Where they had just ascended, more hands shot up, as suits of dark blue knights armor appeared on them, their eyes snapping open as their purpose became clear- To serve the General. The thunderstorm began to rotate around them, turning into something near a hurricane as it did, the rain somehow intenseifying to a level where it stung as it hit your skin. Ken concentrated, as more and more soldiers crawled out of the depths of Death, the already risen ones lineing up besides the fissure, standing to attention in near perfection. Behind Ken, another fissure ripped open with the same ferociousity as the first, suprising Ken and causing him to turn around. A priest, dressed in the traditional Dark Blue of the Ducal nation, was chanting the same spell as he was, nodding to Ken breifly while he did. Nodding back to him, he turned back around and reintiated the spell, as the steam vents exploded outwards, some distant ones growing to be 10-12 feet in diameter. For any who wanted to check it, a clear signature of what was going on was being emitted to every corner of the Earth.. Not that anyone could stop Ken now.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Appearance[/b]: See attachment. [b]History[/b]: Nevri cannot remember anything before she was 13, only glimpses of the time before come in her dreams, nightmares, and in flashbacks- Memories that pain her in a way. Found in the midst of a forest at that age by an age old wizard, she was trained in the ways of the wizard to aid her in her survival in the rough world that awaited her- Filling her mind with history, sorcery, and even proper etiqutte. After years, her mentor was satisfied that someone could live up to his name, and passed away the exact day she turned 19. Saddened by the passing away of her teacher, she now goes wherever she can find information about her past- Villages, Cities, and the depths of dark caverns. Surely, somewhere, she can find out who she really is- Cant she? Or at least someone to trust? Who knows.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: I win. [b]Keisha[/b]: Congrats ^^ [b]Ken[/b]: Woo. Yea. ^_^ I am the man. [b]Asuka[/b]: Can we LEAVE yet..>.>;;;; [b]Ken[/b]: WHO IS THE MAN? I AM THE MAN! [b]Ego[/b]: YES YOU ARE [b]Ken[/b]: Yea baby. ^^ [b]Retarded Cow[/b]: Speaking of which, I do congratulate you on a jolly good job done ol' chap. [b]Ken[/b]: . . . [b]Retarded Cow[/b]: ^_^ [b]Ken[/b]: .......[/color]

[color=crimson][b]My Name[/b]: Ken Howell [b]Character Name[/b]: Nevri Deloras [b]Email Address[/b]: [email]demonslayerx_x@hotmail.com[/email] [b]Location[/b]: AIM: DeathKnight V4 :: MSN: Use Address Above. Count me in for this little game.. I'll create my character later on, its too late to think right now.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Charred Ken[/b]: OW! Dont hit me. >_> Let me regenerate. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: I'm sorry, Miss Queen. >_> I.. I.. I messed up. [b]Charred Ken[/b]: I think i'm still bleeding.. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: I.. I.. I.. I.. I can.. I can go hunt him! >_>;; If you arent happy.. with.. what happened! [b]Charred Ken[/b]: Man this is going to peel really bad in a couple of minutes.. Eeek. Covered in a black layer of charred skin that was tainted with blood that was pouring down the blackened skin, Ken silently sat down and waited for the regeneration to stop, which would take at the most 10 minutes. Mini-Ken hugged Asuka's head and continued murmering things to himself about how sorry he was, finally stopping suddenly. The sudden silence shook Ken's eyes open, and he glanced up to Mini-Ken. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: ... zzz ... Ken fell over onto his side, hard, and let out a small yelp of pain from his wounds as he did. He slowly sat up again, a large drop of sweat resting on the back of his head as Mini-Ken snored.. [b]Ken[/b]: There's one last thing I have always wanted to do. [b]Asuka[/b]: Hmm? Raising his hand slowly, several drops of blood falling to the ground, Ken unleashed a massive fireball which overtook the house, blowing it up completely. Silently, he returned to regenerating, as Asuka got a slightly pissed off look on her face. [b]Asuka[/b]: YOU BLEW UP THE HOUSE? [b]Ken[/b]: Well.. I wanted to. ^_^...[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Dammit.. -- I thought that was pretty cool. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: You and your crackpot scientific, magical inventions. Egh. She was mad. [b]Ken[/b]: Yea yea. Least we get to chill to ourselfs. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Bwee.. I wonder if mom is still mad.. >_> [b]Ken[/b]: Well. Find ol Jolly Cheeks and she'll be back to her perky self. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: YEA! Lets do it! ^.^ [b]Ken[/b]: Like we have alot else to do.. Ken ascended into the air, around 20 feet or so, reaching behind his back and unsheathing his sword. He glanced downwards across the Big Brother lot, searching for a sign of the crashsite. He heard low moans of pain, causing him to turn around. There, was Santa Claus- less than 3 feet from him, hovering as well, with a smirk on his face and a giant rocket launcher drawn. Ken silently got into a battle pose, as Santa did as well. Thusly, the Duel of the Claws began.. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Well.. Santa was prepared.. Ken lunged foreward, spinning to the side to avoid a rocket, and slashed the launcher in two, decking Saint Nick in the face, which sent him flying to the ground. With a hard thud, he landed next to the bag of toys, in a small crater. [b]Ken[/b]: You veiwers really didnt think i'd start a story arch this close to the end, did you? -.-;; A large explosion suddenly envolped Ken, as the [b]homing[/b] missle hit him, a plume of smoke rising up into the air in the aftermath. Silently, Ken stood with charred scabs across his body, stareing off into the distance. [b]Ken[/b]: ... I guess I deserved that in a way... Ow...[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Alright, Mini-Ken- You ready? [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Riki Riki Riki Tiki! RYI RYI RYI AHA AHA AHA! [b]Ken[/b]: . . . Mini-Ken had tribal makeup on, a headdress of feathers upon his head. He danced in circles, chanting in some weird language, shakeing his spear as he danced. *[b]SMACK[/b]* Mini-Ken fell over and held his head in pain, as Ken silently shook his head, looking back at the device that he had created- The ultimate weapon. The very weapon that would destroy Christmas. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: OWWWWWWWWW >_< [b]Ken[/b]: *sighs* Just do as we planned. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: X_X;;; Alright Alright! Just dont HIT me again! Mini-Ken went around to the back of a wooden catapult, rubbing his head and murmering various objections to Ken's pyschial abuse, as he took out a small dagger and placed it to the rope that held the Catapult device in place. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: We need to insert some catchy phrase when it hits him. [b]Ken[/b]: Yea yea. Let's do it when it comes. Mini-Ken shrugged, and cut the rope- The Catapult lungeing foreward as it launched the projectile into the air- The projectile being the Retarded Cow itself. Ken beamed on with pride, as the Retarded Cow laughed with glee as it flew twards its target. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: ITS GOING TO HIT! Umm Umm Ummm QUICK QUOTEABLE PHRASE! [b]Ken[/b]: Errr.. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: PEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANUTTTTTTTTTTTT BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [b]Ken[/b]: What the f*ck? What kind of half-*ssed quote is that? [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: FINE! TOGETHER AS IT HITS! ON 3! [b]Both[/b]: 1... Santa glanced down to see a cow flying twards him at high speed. Gasping in shock, he pulled on the reigns to his Reindeer, trying to make a quick turn to avoid it.. But it was coming too fast. [b]Both[/b]: 2... Santa scrambled, throwing his bag of toys down to where they would land on the BB lot- Maybe if he saved the toys, Christmas would be able to survive this year. As he turned back from tossing them overboard the Retarded Cow was less that 2 seconds from hitting him.. [b]Both[/b]: Three... [b]Retarded Cow[/b]: AHURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ^____________________^ *[b]POW![/b]* [b]Both[/b]: DRUNKIN COW ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Santa's sleigh was no where to be seen, as it was with his Reindeer. The retarded cow giggled to herself, as she fell back to earth. Ken and Mini-Ken highfived, doing a small victory jig..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: And you're my Otaku Boards sistah. ^^ And you will never escape my neverending flow of creative immaturity. :P [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: I could do without that. o_o bwee. [b]Ken[/b]: Man. Shut up. You're just as bad as me. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Yes, but i'm a cute plushie. ;P [b]Ken[/b]: You're just jealous cause I beat you in our Chainsaw duel. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: You cheated..>._

[color=crimson]Ken sneezed loudly, walking in the rain a mile outside the apartment he jointly owned with Shawan. The rain pattered against his raincoat loudly, as he shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced up, catching a glimpse of lightning as it cascaded downward. [b]Ken[/b]: Damn it. When is my next assignment going to come.. I know they said it would be through Shawan. He went off a couple of weeks ago to who knows what fool place.. And i'm stuck on an island that gets rain all the time.. with nothing to do. He stopped and leaned against the wall of a nearby building, stareing silently back twards the Apartment, tapping his foot impatiently, wishing that would help speed up his new assignment. Murmering a low retort to the lack of anything happening, he reassumed walking, heading back twards the apartment, thunder rolling overhead as he did. Several wet strands of hair fell down into his vision finally, as he opened the door, locking it behind him silently. Removing his hood, he solemnly removed his steel-toed boots, tossing them to the side non-chalantly. Walking further into the flat, he removed his coat as well, tossing it into the closet as he headed silently for the study. He sat down silently at the computer station, selecting items on the screen.. [b]Computer[/b]: Welcome, Ken. May I remind you that you're midterm on [b]Advanced Repairing of Frigate-Class Starships[/b] will be due in one week. [b]Ken[/b]: Alright.. I've got that all done. The professor will be pleased this time I think. [b]Computer[/b]: You hope. [b]Ken[/b]: Just check my mail. Anything new? [b]Computer[/b]: No new messages that warrant attention. [b]Ken[/b]: Hmm. Any bulletins from the higher ups? [b]Computer[/b]: One. Shawan sent in his reccomendation, and they will contact you within 2 hours as to what your mission is. [b]Ken[/b]: Alright. I can handle 2 more hours.. He got up, pushing the keyboard tray in as he did. Casually walking twards the couch, he layed down ontop of it and closed his eyes..[/color]

[color=crimson]It began to rain as Ken walked, several strands of wet hair falling into his eyes shortly after the downpour began. He felt Medra and Tarlain retreat from the rain into that cave- Which was a good idea, considering what happened last time Medra was out in the rain too long. Tracing their mana as it settled into the cave, he averted his attention to the waterfall as he approached it. [b]Ken[/b]: By the God's this is going to get complicated fast. His mind's eye traced along the flows of mana and located the surge of dark energy that was pouring out of Ryan. Something was different, and by the Black Orb's words that 'different' was Satan. He began to mistrust the orb.. It had come to him in a dream, almost too conviently. [b]Ken[/b]: Mmm. My mana is surgeing high.. Its like something is pumping out as much as it can to defend the Earth. Almost like an immune system.. Several drenched strands shifted down, blocking his vision entirely. He whiped them to the side, and looked up to the sky, his eyelids twitching as the droplets of rain tried to land on the surface of his eye. [b]Ken[/b]: Ducal.. I have to go to Ducal and ressurect my army.. Reaching into his pocket slowly, he slid the Black orb back out and tossed it to the ground. His gaze fell down to the orb, which glistened at him, questioning what he was doing. Hunching down, he smiled at the orb and nodded. [b]Ken[/b]: I understand your concern. But there is something I have to do.. His gaze shifted over to where his daughter was sleeping underneath the great ancient tree, and pointed twards her, looking back to the orb. [b]Ken[/b]: Go to her. She is my only daughter, and one of the most prized things in my life. She will get you to Celestine. God Speed. [b]Black Orb[/b]: ... ... As you wish. I am saddened by your departure, but your daughter is as trustworthy as you, I suppose? [b]Ken[/b]: You could say that. [b]Black Orb[/b]: Reassuring is a word that fits your personality, obviously. [b]Ken[/b]: I do my best, Mystical Orb. [b]Black Orb[/b]: Dont we all. Fare thee well. The orb faded from veiw, no doubt entering the dreams of Ken's daughter, a soft black hue resinating a few seconds after it departed. Standing up straight again, he silently reached back, grasping the handle of his sword firmly. Slashing foreward, a breif tearing sound interupted the sound of rain breifly, as a portal opened up to an unknown location. Stepping into it solemnly, he glanced back at Zelfoh as the portal zipped closed again.. Reopening high in the sky, over Europe..[/color]