Empires of Ashes

"Doesn't count. I did not want to cleave him in two."

Ket: "He didn't want to kill you either. Pretty sure anything other than sparing between you would end in a lot, of blood."

"He wouldn't have a bottom half. He's good. I've killed better. My blade has spilled the blood of men, from peasants to monarchs."

Diana: "I mean, he's the best of us, and a few of us have killed clavae before. So... unless you're.... the best... clavae."

"I've never fought one of my own"

Diana: "Then who do you practice with?"

"We....we call it 'ghost sparring'"

Diana: "You spar... with spirits?"

OOC you're still awake? huh
IC "no...no. We...visualise our previous battles, perfectly, down to the finest detail. Go over our movements, and the movements of our foes. Analyze them for mistakes. Then replicate them in reality without the mistakes."

OOC: ya for 12 hour saturday shift!

OOC. HAHHAHAHAHAAA!!!
News from my country:
"It is a common belief that a sport isn't sport if there are no decapitations."

We have made gladiatorial combat legal and that boosted our economy massively!

Diana: "Well. shit. remind me never to make a mistake in front of you."

LI:...okay.

OOC. heeeeey

OOC oioi

OOC. so..... any news of arken?
or anything, really...

Diana: "What, that's kinda scary."

OOC
Hi, have any of you saved the arag chronicles? We really need them.

*ortus walks in the room*
"I news the arag chronicles"

OOC: Oh hey ortus

Li:...sorry?

Diana: "You say that too much."

"...I do?"

OOC. Okay guys. Tomorrow, I intend to move the whole fallout, DS, LOTR, Halo, and SW sections to the storage room because we havent used them for an entire frikkin year..... PM me objections by then.
night

Diana: "Yeah, you do, Its kinda odd."

"...sorry....oh"

Diana: *Sigh* "How are you a killing machine? just how?"

LI:...I don't follow.

Diana: "You're social development is at about... lets say age 10. do they never let you out?"

"Of...where?"

Diana: *mouth falls slightly open* "by the gods... *deep breath* figure of speech. Let's just go get some food."

"....Have I done something wrong?"

Diana: "Nope, but the person who's in charge of training... Making... Hell if I know. Creating Clavae, has some telling questions to answer."

LI:...Okay.

Diana: "so at some point you go burn down that town full of at least twelve people who've... Yeah let's not get into that, and I'll go burn down wherever makes clavae. Deal?"

LI:....it is a gigantic obsidian fortress within the city of Dracia.

Diana: "Hm... Hmm... Obsidian doesn't burn. Shit."

"...correct"

Diana: "I'll figure something out, fill it full of pitch like we did that whorehouse in Ayaat." *looks over* "after we got the girls out. Not the patrons though... And obviously we'll need a lot more pitch."

"You...care more than I thought you would"

Diana: "from what I gather so far, you clavae are basically slaves from birth. So, yeah I care."

"...slave?"

Diana: "forced to do something and not paid for it? Ring a bell?"

"I...do not understand"

Diana: "What do you get out of fighting for dracia? What do they give you in return for risking your life?"

"I...enjoy battle. But I choose to fight for the consul. He is..kind to me. Like you."

Diana: *looks at her, mildly confused* "well I guess if you like it... *mumbling to herself* Still whatever they've done to you is plainly wrong... And... Well shit I can't do anything about it." *talking normally* "whatever, food. I'm hungry."

LI:...The consul would like you.

Diana: "would he now?"

LI: Trajan is...like you. But too busy to ask questions.

Diana: "well if I were to judge the consul on his actions... Reckless, possibly overly trusting and a bit too loyal for his own good, I'm not sure if I like that comparison."