Mad Beast's War

[Eva]

Thracia the Soft-Spoken looked down at the ring on her pinky and let out a small sigh. She peaked out of her carriage window and looked at the peaceful grasslands beyond the road. It was rather idyllic, and Thracia treasured this time she had before she'd be taken to ride over the sands. She was extremely embarrassed to be carried on the backs of her fellow Daguz- although the lions didn't mind it, it just bothered her. Suddenly, the carriage stopped and Thracia stepped out. Her sensible shoes pattered on the dirt road and she approaced the two lions who were pulling the carriage. "I can walk, really." she said, gesturing softly. One of them transformed back to its human shape and smiled at her. A large man, he seemed intimidating, but his smile dispelled that for Thracia. "You are an honored guest of the Lion King and the Wolf Queen. It is no problem to carry you, milady." he said. The other lion nodded, still untransformed.

A young girl jumped from the driver's seat and looked over at the lions. "I'll run ahead and tell the King and Queen that we've reached the desert." she said. The girl transformed into her catform and ran through the sand, disappearing quickly. "Formshift?" Thracia asked, pointing to a red gem handing from the two lions' hips. The man slapped his gem and grinned. "Makes us weaker, but this is just a transporting. No hostiles in sight." he said. Thracia smiled softly. "Well...I guess I could let you carry me." she said.

[Vale]

A Man in Blue Garb was standing in the waiting room in front of Lion King Durga's personal chambers.

"Tis sweet, but if it were that easy--why none would suffer in the world." He spoke, his blue Hood covering his face casting it fully in shadows--only revealing his glowing eyes.

"Lord Avon?" A Young Dog-Daguz came up, dressed in fairly elaborate clothing, much like the Man in Blue, just his wasn't set to a single tone of colour. "That was 'I want to Be Your Canary', wasn't it?"
"Yes, Prince Lupus. It was, how may I assist you?" The Man in blue spoke, slowly lowering his hood to reveal that he was a Sapite. "If it isn't anything too drastic, I could do it now before my meeting with the King and Queen."
"It's just..."The Prince went up and whispered in the Sapite's Ear.

"Magical Wards? Prince Lupus that isn't really what I do." The Man in blue sighed, "Is it already enchanted? Or do you have the enchantment on something?"
"Well, it's on the doors you enchanted the last time---I want to know what's behind it."The Prince spoke shyly.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. The King has strict orders about that room. As a guest in his kingdom, I can't break an oath with him. Although...I do have a gift for you." He spoke, taking out the one piece of blue clothing he wasn't wearing and laid it on the table.

"Breathe...." He spoke, as small tracing white lights went from his hand to the cloak, making it lighter---almost like an Azure. "And Replenish..." He finished as he held up the off white/ cloudy blue Cloak. "Whenever you're in danger, or hurt....Just put this on. It's got a few spells woven into it. So Only during emergencies, okay?" The Man in Blue handed the cloak to the ever excited prince.

"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!" The prince was jumping up and down, enjoying the new gift.







High Blue Mage of the Thilean Court--Treybore Arcanis, Lion King Durga and Wolf Queen Capitoinne Will See You Now


Smiling, Treybore looked at the young prince.
"Time to go." He sighed as he walked towards a large set of double-doors and pushed them open.

[NicoJoe]

Bramwell hated walking. Well, it wasn’t that he hated it so much as he hated not feeling the wind in his wings as he swept through crisp morning air. Bram loved feeling weightless as he floated and glided effortlessly toward his destination. The sky was his one true love; the one thing he could count on to always be there and comfort him when he needed it. His best friend and, yet, somehow more. Without thinking, he felt himself lift of the ground just a bit as he thought about the winds, but caught himself and stifled a giggle as he kept walking through the dark caves.

Bram would have been flying, but he didn’t like flying in the caves. He often couldn’t control his speed and was constantly fearful of smashing his body into a wall. Even though his eyes were accustomed to the darkness, he wasn’t one to risk his body, needlessly. Having just arrived back at the caves, Bram was relieved to be home. Though, he couldn’t wait to be called to send another errand. He didn’t like to take long breaks from skies.

Thinking about his deliveries had Bramwell realizing something. Things were changing. Something was coming; a war was coming. He couldn’t help but notice that he had been sent on more urgent and pressing missions recently between all of the tribes. The higher ups had been communicating much more frequently than before. Bram didn’t like the looks of it. War wasn’t one of those things that got his juices pumping. Fear was his response to the skirmishes that were bound to be close. As Bram approached his home, he tried to shake the feelings from his mind. There was nothing he could do to stop the war and if it came down to it, he’d do whatever he could to help his side. He just hoped that the Daguz wouldn’t need him to win.

[Vale]

Treybore was back in his waiting room, standing around as he looked around at the different items around the room, then trying to replace them with another to try and get the feel of it correctly.

"So the King is trying to learn the art of Blue Magic...but he's a Daguz...they can't learn magic...can they? Is he a half-breed?" Treybore kept pacing the room, trying to figure out what exactly was going on in the King's Head. He couldn't place him.

He had summoned him from Thile, offered him lodging, food, entertainment, anything that the blue magic would ask for was provided...so why was this unnerving to the Mage. He couldn't think of it.

Treybore! Dear Arcanis my boy. I've a favor to ask of you. It isn't something you're obliged for, just something...well...as I said...a Favor. I want to learn the art of Blue Magic. It's primal feel makes me intrigued to think that we as a species might be able to bridge the gap between Sapite and Daguz through the realms of Magic. Master Arcanis, what do you think?

It was such a strange notion to think of, but for some odd reason, he felt that he could be of service.

Whistling, two Large Wolf Retainers stepped into the room, bowing their heads slightly to the Blue Mage.
"Yes, Master Arcanis?"
"I've come to a conclusion. I require 10 Daguz Half-Breeds. One of Owl Mixed Blood, One of Salamander, One of Wolf, and One ....Daguz/Sapite Halfbreed. Find me this one most importantly. And I shall try to teach them Blue Magic." Treybore spoke, placing his hand on his chin and stroked it slowly.

"If the King Can, I will begin preparations tonight."

[Tusk]

Varis stood high on the top of a mountain. His eyes were closed ans his wings were spread out as he stood with his arms crossed He breathed slowly. The Hawk Knight Captian did this every morning just as the sun came up. It prepaired him for his morning training before he had to cater to the Hawk King and his nobility. This would also mean taking care of the Heron Nobility too since their queen had left on some quest. Varis was one of the strongest in the Hawk King's army and with one of the owls saying a storm of war was approaching, he had to keep himself in top shape incase he was sent out. As soon as the sun fully rose from the horizon, Varis shot up in the air with a powerful kick from his wings and He went airborne.
Varis flew around for a while doing sharp turns and dives that he pulled up from feet before crashing into the ground. He landed on his feet and began several martial art styles of combining his punches and kicks as well as using his wings to advance him faster wether forward or backward. The thin mountian air did wonders from him as it taught him to control his breathing. After about an hour and the training was done for the day, he flew down to the Main hall where the nobility were at.
Varis walked down the halls, Many of the Hawks looked at him and nodded, but nothing more. Varis knew what this was about. His father had been acting up again. There was no doubt in the young hawk's mind that his father had told the others that Varis was not a true hawk because he fought with his head rather that an all out attack. Varis was used to this at this point. He went into his personal chamber and changed into more formal wear before heading out once more. The king would have orders for him soon enough.

[Gafe]

Ah, the beautiful Sahal. No other nation could compare in architecture and friendliness. No other nation had endured so much, nor given such effort to bloom. The desert was a tricky place: the confusing dunes and the merciless weather took a huge toll on those unaware of their ways.
It was well known that during the construction of the capital city, millenia ago, many Fanged Beasts had died, either by sandstorms or dehydration (and, for Daguz, that is saying something) or a variety of other causes. But they deserved as much respect as a king, their efforts built a masterpiece, a work of art. And not only was it aesthetically pleasing, but it had sustained catastrophe and the wind of time without decay.
So much could be learned from the architecture too! Delightful and wise, all in one. To feast one's eyes upon the columns of the palace was to learn, every wall had a motive, every motive a style, every style a story. The history of Daguz was not only found in books, but on houses, stained glass and columns themselves too.

Akos wouldn't live in any other place.

The Cat Daguz stood behind a tower's window, staring out at the city. How he loved doing that. Especially when anything went on down below, where it a group of kids running about, or a couple arguing, he didn't care. Behavior was particularly interesting to him, even after having lived around the same people for so long. He sighed, he enjoyed watching, but not so much taking part of. It was bizarre.

Hurried steps, resounding heavily in the tower, foreshadowed the end of observation time for Akos. He really should stop visiting the same places when off duty, would give him more time to look out windows. Then again, his commanders wouldn't be so pleased about playing hard to find.
"Uhm, excuse me?" A feminine voice spoke. Akos knew the voice and its bearer, but her name always escaped him, she was a Cat, though, that much he knew. "I have a message for the King and Queen, Messenger Akos." The male Cat nodded, received the message, and the female Cat left.

He began exiting the tower, but did not get through the door before another Daguz came to him, a Wolf this time. "I have a message to be delivered to the King."
"I understand," said Akos, signaling with his hand for the Wolf to continue.

It was the way Messengers worked in Sahal. One had to prove his loyalty over years of service or rare deeds to ever get near the Royals as a messenger. Therefore, new or unknown messengers had to relay the message to another, trusted, messenger with the permission to see any noble. It was too much work, Akos thought, but he had no say in the matter. He had been granted the aforementioned permission after his ninety-sixth year of service.

Akos stood before Lion King Durga and Wolf Queen Capitoline alone. After making the appropriate bows and introduction, he began:
"I have been told that Thracia the Soft-Spoken and her carriers have reached the desert."
He waited the costumary moments before resuming his message-delivering.
"On another note, High Blue Mage Treybore has requested 10 Daguz Half-Breeds: one of Owl mixed mlood, one of Salamander, one of Wolf, and a Daguz/Sapite Halfbreed as the most important. He states to require them for teaching them the magic Your Majesty wishes."

[Vale]

A week had passed since Treybore was asked to undergo his horrific task.

"It never matters the path, it always ends up the same." He shouted, slamming his fists down onto what appeared to be a large chemical lab desk.
"Wait Sir....I was just sleeping." A voice spoke up, as Treybore turned around, almost appalled at the fact someone survived.

"What? Where are you?" Treybore asked, seeing no one.
"Just cast an area heal, purge the status effects from before..." THe voice faintly spoke, of which Treybore quickly responded with an Remedy Spell, and it nearly tore the Blue Mage's mind in half.

Standing in front of him, were 3 Half-Breed Daguz. The Owl, The Wolf, and the Human Descent.

"You're all....alive?" Treybore was shocked, had he done it? Had he created other mages like himself? Was it not just for Thile to do, but also for Durga and Capitoline to command? What would this mean?

"Yes, Master Arcanis." The Owl Daguz spoke, fluttering a bit, as it's beaked mouth and down feathers were standing. "I think..." It spoke, as it flapped it's wings on it's back and cast a white wind. "I am a blue mage."
The Sapite looked around, as it stomped it's foot and sent a small tremor around the room, shaking the shelves and shattering some of the lab glasses.
The Wolf simply stood there, as it took a sword and impaled herself with it.

"No! You cannot die!" Treybore reached out, ready to heal him of anything, until he saw what the wolf did.

She did in fact die, then quickly was fully healed and back to herself. "We three are the only survivors of your Blue Magic Research." The Wolf spoke.

Treybore had upon his face a grimace of pain, suffering, wonder, amazement, and fear---he had been the only one to have such a power...now he had 3 others.

"Your names?" Treybore asked, "Your....New Names."
The Owl Female spoke up, "Eesha"
The Human Male, "Valen"
The Wolf female coughed a bit, "Myrna"

Treybore smiled.
"You three shall be my apprentices, then return to your kingdoms after our training. Come, there isn't time to waste." Treybore spoke, hurrying out to meet with the King and Queen.

[Allison]

{} D< Why did you wait for me? Whats the point? Its like the dinner table. Don't wait. Just eat. I read fast. I know my reliability for this kind of stuff sucks, but eyedeecee. I'm just going to start with that "I can't, I'm Mormon" excuse, but replace "Mormon" with "Moron" I'm hitting it with my best half-awake shot e_e{}


Lady Sachiko was in her throne room. It wasn't so much of a throne room as it was a room with a throne that Lady Sachiko took holding in. She called some of the brightest minds from around into the room, and heckled them. Many of them were older than she, but her mind was far superior. She once held a meeting there with politics, and she knocked out a representative for the Salamanders.
Sachiko was doing deep breathing- Her legs were crossed on her lavish, silk draped throne. The room was full of colored flames, silks, and the aroma was of tea. But the room was moist rage and hate. Bitterness towards something. Her maidens who were always clad in flowing silk dresses who usually stood on the stairs serenely and smiling while Sachiko did deep breathing look somehow flustered and scared.

For moments ago, a girl who looked like a bird- She had long white hair, was scrawny, and always seemed to be frightened- delivered a little message to Lady Sachiko.

"The peace negotiations are going to be starting!"
Sachiko was not pleased. She despised negotiations- And even getting the message made her mad.
But this- This was belayed. Sachiko spit words of cruelty.
"Come over here, my sweet, so I may have bird for my dinner!"
Her eyes had been electric and full of unsurpassable despise. The girl had formshifted into a bird, and was flying around the room in fear, attempting to get away from the large poles of Sachikos door guards that were jabbing at her, forcing her to re-formshift.
When she finally came down, Sachiko appeared to have calmed. Sleepily she closed her eyes.
"Get out. Tell whomever sent you to-" a scholar gave Sachiko an evil eye. There were many Scholars sent from others to keep an eye on her- For she had a violent streak and a high authority place. It was impossible for her to be trusted.
"Just leave."
She watched as the girl stumbled all over herself, grabbing her scrolls and fleeing like wolves were at her heels. She could only laugh- And her maids did to. Their laughs were so similar to Sachikos.
She turned her head to an assistant.
"Prepare my lions."
Her lions. Sachiko had no problem riding on another lion- No botherance using them as a service. Especially not if they were lower than her and they would break at her whim. Or if they feared her.

{} e_e I posted. If it doesn't follow anything, I don't care. I posted. Thats all Gafe told me to do.{}

[Vale]

Treybore quickly turned on a heel and walked out of the lab training ground-arena makeshift studio that he was testing in and smiled. "You three---rest. I shall return for you in the morning, and your learning shall commence then. Merely activating your blue mage spark is very intensive, and no doubt you all are tired. I shall introduce you to the King and Queen tomorrow morn. So be ready to be called upon then." Treybore finished as he turned on his heel and walked towards the Citadel Castle, stumbling upon One of the High Messengers.

"Ah, Sir Akos." The Blue Mage smiled, greeting the Daguz Messenger. "I have news for the King and Queen."

[Eva]

Jill swung her axe listlessly, careful not to hit any of her flank-mates. She patted her bright red armor and sighed. She was incredibly uneasy about the battle to come, although her commander had told her it would be fairly easy.

"The Daguz are incredibly powerful, but the sands of this desert make it difficult for them to get a solid footing. And, this being a surprise attack, they won't have time to transform. And the ones who do, will be extremely outnumbered." she had said.

Jill was placated, but still. The border town of Aracae, which served as the eyes for the King and Queen, was the intended target. It had a few known soldiers, but most civilians. If they took it quickly enough, then the capital would be unwary of their assault.

"Attention!" a voice called. Jill immediately stiffened, her axe rested on her shoulder. She could see the town not far away; the sands would hide them for a while. "We must take their messenger tower. Be swift." Commander Varis ordered. Varis, a tough man by any measure, looked simply fearsome at the moment. Jill took a running stance and waited for the order.

"Now!"

The invasion had begun.

[Eva]

"This idea is ludicrous!"

The tall, graceful Queen of the Wolves, fierce Capitoline, glared at her co-ruler with a burning anger. "These experiments are foolish, dangerous, and above all, worthless! Our subjects are trial and error objects!" she barked. Lion King Durga, a large and intimidating man in his own right, flinched slightly. Although he was at least twice her size, Capitoline was a very frightening warrior, although Durga never thought to challenge her(for good reason- she didn't hold back, even when training).

Although the two Daguz royals were not married, they lived as those who are married do- even the Dog Prince, ostensibly Capitoline's son by adoption, considered Durga a father. Speaking of Lupus, he was sitting on a cushion, watching the two rulers argue. "I've met Lord Avon. He is a genial man." Lupus said, almost in a whisper. He was a shy boy by nature, and even the thought of contradicting his 'mother', the woman who had raised him since he was a pup, made him nervous. But Lupus was the only person Capitoline never growled at, the only person she went 'easy' on when practicing with, so in spite of her harsh tongue, he knew she wouldn't be terrible to him. "A fine man, indeed. Fine men can still do stupid things. Haven't I taught you that? That shaggy head can't hold even the most basic of words!" Capitoline snapped. "My Queen. If we wish to defend ourselves from the Sapites, we shall have to be prepared. I will only allow volunteers for the experiments." Durga said. Capitoline thought for a moment. "Fine. Let them walk to their deaths. But if I catch any word of non-volunteers being experimented upon, I will rip that Sapite scum's throat out. Untransformed."

[Vale]

"That won't be necessary, Queen Capitoline." The 'Sapite' Blue Mage spoke, as he pushed open the gates into the large throne room-met by the armed Daguz Guards nearly instantly.

Treybore Arcanis stood there in a different type of Blue Mage Robes, also behind him--stood 2 Daguz Purebloods, and a Sapite Pureblood as well.

"Sometimes, when the right variables are randomly placed together. Magic grows in leaps and bounds." The Blue Mage spoke, as it seemed Prince Lupus perked up amazed that his favorite Blue Magi--well, the only one he had ever known--walked right into the throne room.

"I present to you, Three of My Students. As it currently stands--You now command 3 of the only 4 Blue Mages in current Existence. Although they are only just students--in less than one week they will be able to defend Daguz cities on their own." He spoke, crossing his arms.

Young Lupus spoke up, "But there are 4 of you standing here now? Whom do we not command?"
"Me--young Prince." Arcanis spoke, as he gazed back to the King and Queen.

"King Durga asked me to create Blue Mages for him--and I have done so for a favor in which I have yet to take in." Arcanis spoke, as he relaxed his form. "I shall reside in this Castle-City for One more week, to prepare your Blue Mages, then I shall leave. As your Queen so.....graciously said--It isn't the best place for a Sapite such as myself. I can assure you that Thile will also be after my head for assisting you two." He gazed back to Valen.

"Even this Sapite wished to serve you in my stead. His name is Valen, once from Aracae, he always wished the service of a Daguz---now he has the honor of serving two of the highest ranking in the known World." Arcanis spoke. "Eesha and Myrrn as well. They will be your aces to combat any known threat...." He paused as he gazed out the large open window in the throne room.

"And it seems as though that which I feared---has begun."

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Standing on small outstretch of rock, the Witch Doctor Nekoe stared out across the rolling dunes, her narrow pupils searching every ridge for the plants she desired. The wind blew her tail and earrings behind her and she crouched and jumped, landing lithely as she streaked across the sand to a small fleck of green. Pulling one of her curving blades from her waist, she curled the curled tip around the stalk and jerked it towards her, slicing through the plant easily.

With a smile, she tucked the prickly leaves into the hessian sack that was around her waist; it was already buldging with similar plants, as well as flowers, roots and other treasures that grew only in the desert nation of Sahal. She shorted as a strong gust of wind blew over her, sending the itchy particles up her nose. It's getting too windy out here for my liking, she thought to herself as she quickly scurried over to a desert tree and pulled herself into the branches so she could get her barings. Nekoe knew the deserts surrounded the capital city better than most, since she spent so much time out there looking for ingredients, but she knew that only the foolish assume that they know the way. I've got enough of the Uponyaji root, and I found a few more little treats. I'm set for a while, as long as Ugua doesn't come back for- what's that?

There was a shining band out near the horizon, something Nekoe had never seen. Her ears swivelled forward, one twitching as a fly landed on it. "What in the world...?" she muttered quietly to herself, narrowing her eyes more against the glare of the sun. She could see the small village of Aracae not far from the line. Maybe a small stream? There had been rain resently, though the village would have sent news of water to the capital...

Suddenly there was the sound of shouts on the wind, and the line began to move towards the village. Nekoe could just make out small red specks in the shining line. Shouts, shining figures, red flecks....
"It's an army!" she muttered, her eyes widening, her cat-pupils suddenly enlarging, blocking out the green of her iris'. She pulled her knifes and sack from her waist, and tied them to the trunk of the tree before dropping to the group and setting off at a run towards the capital. As she ran, she transformed into a speckled tabby, which increased her speed as she blurred across the sands. I've gotta tell His and Her Magesties!

[Vale]

Arcanis sighed, as he could sense what was going on off in the distance. His physical awareness wasn't as keen as the Daguz around him, but his magical perception far exceeded theirs.

"To demonstrate, such prowess...Myrrn and Eesha will guard the Capital City. Valen and I shall go to the border-city and defend it against any and all invaders. If it falls before we reach it, we shall liberate it and destroy the Invaders." Arcanis spoke, lifting up one of his blue sashes over his face to only reveal his eyes, and instructed Valen to do the same.

"The Border-City, Master Treybore. Is it Aracae?" Valen spoke, as he tied his sash over his face as well. My home?"
"Your new home is the Capital. I felt it necessary to bring you because you were able to master some spells which I feel will be vital, and if my fears are correct..." He paused as he remembered they still were in the throne room. "Come, we must make haste. Durga, Capitoline---I require two of your fastest mounts." Arcanis spoke, as two Cheetah-Like Daguz came up and took shape.

"You Blue Mages are Lightfooted, we'll make it to Aracae in no more than an hour and a half." One of them spoke. And with it, two of the Blue Mages were off to the City.

[Eva]

The Daguz poured forth, their numbers overwhelming the under-prepared soldiers. Jill swung her axe madly, knocking a pouncing cat to the ground seconds before it would have clawed her throat. She was panicking, and feeling intense fear over her situation. Jill took a moment to collect herself and take in her surroundings. Even civilian Daguz were fighting, most of them untransformed- they were just punching and kicking, with enough force to knock fully armored soldiers back. Jill's eyes ran over their numbers, and her blood ran cold when she saw a fully transformed lion. "There's a lion!" she shouted, warning her fellow soldiers. They began to back up, raising their shields and otherwise cowering. The Daguz began to chant happily as the lion raced forward. Suddenly, a blast of thunder shot forth, striking the mighty lion in the chest and felling it. Slowly, the large beast returned to his human-like state, laying prone upon the sand. A woman with silver-white hair stood among the soldiers, clad in a dark black jacket over a formal, gray uniform. She wore a blank, passive expression upon her face and was clutching a magical tome in her gloved hand. "The Thunder Goddess has arrived! Charge!" Commander Varis shouted. The soldiers pushed forward, not budging the woman at all. Jill stared at her in awe. Princess Ishtar of Torda, The Thunder Goddess, consort of the King, leader of the Storm Ritter...here? Jill was excited and infused with a new sense of hope. Maybe this wasn't such a death mission of the King had sent his closest, most trusted ally to the battle field! Jill ran forward to Ishtar's side, her mouth wide open. "P-Princess Ishtar! It's an honor to be on the same battlefield as you!" she gushed. Ishtar looked over at Jill. "I'm sure the Daguz are not as pleased as you." she said. With that, Ishtar teleported away, leaving Jill. It took a moment for Jill to remember where she was. She quickly readied her axe and ran into the fray.

A golden ring appeared on the floor of the throneroom of Gilead Castle, where King Deimos waited. Ishtar appeared out of the ring. "My King. The attack on Aracae is now going smoothly. Once the town is taken, I believe it will be possible for me to transport myself into the castle proper. We will not need the army after that." she reported. Deimos smiled and wrapped her in an embrace. "The generals will be so pleased. Ishtar...you truly are the most amazing woman I have ever met." he said, his wide blue eyes shining. Ishtar gave him a rare smile. "All for you, my king." she said, bowing. "No...I am not your superior. Maybe I was born higher than you, but my love for you destroys that gap. Some day you will be Queen of Gilead...a better ruler than I, most likely..." Deimos said. He looked down, unable to continue. Ishtar looked up at him. "I would not fall in love with a weak man. Remember that." she said. Ishtar backed away and held her book. "I must return to the battle now."