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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 23:32:16 GMT
![Row 1 column 1](http://storage.proboards.com/5453652/avatar/2Knb08hdOYffazudB093.png) | Namorel (T1 House + HW) (Suppressed PL): 5
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Making a Residence
Namek, the planet had been his home for decades... eight of them to be exact. However he had left in sorrow not too long ago and coming back to the planet in the state it was in now was disheartening if anything. The namekian had been in a rut ever since Helix had told him of what occurred, a Mazoku Clansmen.. the Mazoku Leader Xylo had attacked and conquered the planet. Namorel wondered what sort of namekian would have the heart, or the power to dismantle the planet to his very whim. Killing innocents of every other clan in the process. He had to stay this time, even if this evil killed him in the end he could not let his people down. Seeking out a place to set up his home here in the Maima Region. He considered staying with the Western Dragon Clan, but while they were his own people... he was far too different from all of them.
"A plateau, perhaps one like this... I can keep an eye on the surroundings and find it easily."
He spoke to himself as he closed in on the monument of stone and dirt below him. Once his feet hit the surface he would take the capsule from the bag on his hip, the rabbit skin still as strong as the day he crafted it. With a large puff of smoke the capsule would open up to a marble house, connected to a somewhat larger metal bubble via a tunnel like hallway with no windows. The Namekian styling of the house only made the materials that it consisted of feel more at home on the Namekian surface. The nearby Ajissa Trees would provide great shade as a side benefit.
Walking inside the nearly empty structure the lights would click on to reveal a table with a mortar and Pestal sitting for tea making in his free time. He would walk over to this and do exactly that, preparing a Green Tea mix from petals in his pouch.
KP: 3/3 [No Techs Used]
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 20, 2017 15:59:11 GMT
A mass of coiling Black haze shifted along the ground, grass moving in its wake as it departed from the ground, ascending slightly only to fall back down. Two garnet lights shone with vile intent as he scanned the area. Namek was new, foreign and most of all, Alien. He hadn't even a year to acclimate to the landscape of Eath before being dragged by one of Mammon's hairbrained schemes for some employment with a malevolent force known as Xylo and his Demon compatriot. Though it was for the best he left Earth, ever since the last of Mammon's hairbrained schemes the very word left a taste of bitterness in the back of his throat. One he hoped Lord Xylo would remove through the removal of the mob who ruined his plans for money, fame and glory. Except all of them because quite frankly, Mammon tended to take the spotlight.
It was this black mass that was to be the first to encounter the Namekian making residence, an odd sight but he needed to learn all he could from the inhabitants and he had easily fit the description of one. Green, Strange pods along the arms and weirdly shaped ears, ones spoken of in tales of fantasy., tending to the mystical and knowledgeable people known affectionately, as Dwarves. Such strange tales Humans conjured, though it seemed there was always a grain of truth.
With haste, he darted towards the man, a ringing of knocks tapping against the door as he hovered at the door waiting for the door to open. His view gazed over the building, its strange shape and form were very much alien, though in his brief reconnaissance of the planet seemed standard, though this one seemed more lavish in purpose than a simple man's lodging. Or Namekian in this case. If the door opened a disarming mass of blackness seeping with short bursts of green electricity spiraling through hovered in place at the door, lights of red glaring through as if into a Namekian's very soul. He doubted the man couldn't sense his Power Level, as feeble as it may have been, it was at least somewhat noteworthy, or so he hoped with every fiber of his being. An audible crackle formed in the haze, his jaw-rattling as it loosened. "Sup." a baritone voice echoed disarming the malevolent appearance that levitated before him. "Just doing a quick checkup for the Supreme Leader Xylo, ya know getting a list of names. Need to keep logs of the residences and where they build." He continued as if selling a well-rehearsed pitch for some half-assed product. "Now then, if ya wouldn't mind may I get your Name and..." he paused for a second, a finger dashing rapidly against his skull, the sound of flesh meeting bone with softly repeated cracks through the clouds. "Tribe? No... Caste maybe? Yeah, I think that one is it. Name and Caste." he brushed off the embarrassing fumble if he had skinned his cheeks would have turned rose but since he didn't have that nor could he be seen he took solace knowing that it was unseen.
HW Equipped - PL - 6475 KP [3/3] @namorel
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 16:47:37 GMT
![Row 1 column 1](http://storage.proboards.com/5453652/avatar/2Knb08hdOYffazudB093.png) | Namorel (T1 House + HW) (Suppressed PL): 5
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Making a Residence
The only sounds that echoed in the nearby area for what felt like eons was the soft clicking of the pestle against the mortar he was preparing the tea in, the fine green and black powder almost to a point where grinding would do little else to it anymore. Conjuring a kettle on a spit; he would light a fire underneath it to start a slow boil for the water inside, when much to his surprise a knock came to the door of his house. Little did he expect someone to actually bother seeking his house out this soon... let alone find it, nevertheless it was his duty as a home owner to greet those whom visited his marble abode. With a snap of his fingers the door would vanish into nothingness, revealing the entity standing... erm existing on the other side of the threshold.
"Greetings. Welcome to my home. May I ask why you are here?"
Namorel spoke respectfully to the entity despite his appearance, who was the namekian to judge others on appearance when he himself was not quite like others in the galaxy, let alone the universe. With the creature's reply he mentioned the name Xylo... this was the one Helix had warned him about, so perhaps complying in entirety would not be a good idea. While his power signature was nothing shy of half of Namorel's the namekian knew that people often masked their own, like he was doing right now. Thinking up a quick lie, he would turn back to mix the tea leaves into the water to mask any signs that he was lying.
"Fair enough, you are only doing your job right? I am Ollus of the Southern Warrior Clan. I recently came back to the planet myself actually."
Namorel hoped that his lie would not be seen through. Keeping his back towards the entity until he got a response, mixing the tea at the same time in case he needed an excuse. The bubbles would start in the water, a sign that boiling had begun and that he would need to mix either way.
KP: 3/3 [[UT]Pyromancy, [UT] Magical Materialization] Dantalion
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 21, 2017 4:06:21 GMT
Dantalion wasn't the kind of man to look into things too deep, face value was all he really needed. A snap of the finger from beneath the cloud of smoke, as if struck with some revelation. "Clan! Thank you, it wasn't Caste, my apologies," he responded, the sound of pen on paper fragmented from beneath the smokes and mirrors as he wrote with an empty pen. He continued scribbling down with the blunt pen, leaving nothing more than a rough outline as it pressed roughly against the paper, smaller tears forming as he ran it along the delicate whiteness. "Right then, we will need to go through a bit of paperwork, lets get this over with fast, after all, no one really enjoys this part of the job." he chuckled his arms outstretched, lines of green Ki channeling through the length of his arm, his fingers outstretched as the notepad showed, clear tears in the signage, while in the other a delicately chewed pen was held in the other, to single digits precariously holding them as another rattle echoed from beyond the mist.
"Now then, if you wouldn't mind, may I get you to sign on the dotted line." he requested, "Also, you might want to use a different pen if you have one, been a busy day, first day of the season to get Xylo's affairs in order and all that malarky." he continued, the notepad outstretched further to emphasize the fact that his pen really wasn't doing the job anymore. "Also going to need Date of Birth, dunno if that is applicable to your kind, gender, same dealio and if there are any mental illness that Supreme Leader Xylo may need to be aware of." His rehearsed pitch continuing, on the paper Sex was crossed out roughly, a poor job is done as it showed when the ink was running out, faint lines trimmed across it before finally leaving the barest of scratch marks on its surface.
"After that all we should need is a statement for your reason returning, normally we don't do that but since you have only just moved in, figure it is for the best we get that out of the way, then we can see about keeping you in your residence and what sort of Tax we can expect." he finally finished up, if the pen and paper had been removed a loud clap radiated from within, echoing out a thunderous echo more similar to that of actual thunder than the clapping of hands.
KP [3/3] @namorel
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Post by Gastro on Feb 21, 2017 21:06:48 GMT
Gastro was zooming past the sky, looking at the sea a couple of times, doing his standard patrol as he sighs a bit."Well my free time is here, although not sure what to do." Gastro continued to zoom around the sector he was in, until he noticed a namekian take out a capsule, and made a house appear! "Whoa that's pretty cool, must be new or something." Gastro, went down going to greet him, until a new person came or well a demon. This was quite...odd to say the least. Gastro heard about some demons here, under the enemy, as such he proceeded with caution. Gastro slowly flew down, ready to make a break for it in case things got dicey. As he started to walk towards the others, the demon talking about what? Some stuff about taxes? This was outlandish, still he went to act as normal as he could, walking towards the two."Uh hi!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 7:21:05 GMT
![Row 1 column 1](http://storage.proboards.com/5453652/avatar/2Knb08hdOYffazudB093.png) | Namorel (T1 House + HW) Powerlevel: 59,803 -He is upping his pl slowly in the post- |
Making a Residence
"He isn't all too strong and this is getting rather suspicious. Maybe a small scare will get things over with without too much hassle from him."
Namorel thought to himself as he kept his back turned to the mass that stood behind him, querying him on trivial matters for what purposes? The sharp whistle of the tea kettle was rather bothersome for the namekian, but he refused to allow the monster behind him see him flinch even in the slightest bit, especially from something as trivial as the high pitched sound. Lifting the searing pot from the fire Namorel would set it on the lacquered table beside some finely craft cups he commonly used for his tea. Without pouring a cup he would turn back to face the entity in his door way, perhaps it was time to ask the creature questions before answering any more for him. Yet, as soon as he went to speak he felt another power rise close by, it was someone familiar, but the energy was still rather unknown to him so that he couldn't pin point a name unto them.
"Taxes? What sort of dictatorship asks for taxes with such trivial requirements? Frivolous if I do say so myself."
Taking steps towards the demon his eyes would narrow and he would pop his neck with intent to incite fear. While the weights that rested on his shoulders and head did make him appear somewhat weaker, he was plenty sure that this would be enough to at least give the being a chill down his spine. Manipulating the matter around him Namorel shoved his hand into an apparent hole in space-time to retrieve a pole like object, with more of the nine foot weapon showing with each step, Kaze the lance would make itself present to Dantalion in Namorel's right hand as he reach the base of his power at the time. The dragon on the shaft spiraling up until it reached the head where it opened its mouth to a longer spike. A low hum of light green hung over the lance as Namorel held it in a ready position.
"If you want taxes, you best learn to take them. Because I am not the only one who will refuse this proposition, but I sure as HELL am the strongest. So perhaps it is in your best interests to reconsider."
Keeping his tone calm, but showing signs of superb bravado Namorel got his face as close to as what he assumed was the demon's face as he spoke. Sending a flame towards the form at the same time. With a shitfaced grin he would step back and turn away from the demon to make himself a cup of tea. Surely he wouldn't try something as foolish as attacking someone who just got in their face so abruptly.
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 22, 2017 7:46:30 GMT
A display of power, a display of confidence. Most of all, it was a power play. Dantalion knew his standing on any planet, and it was minimal, to say the least. The two meaty arms raised up, the paper still outstretched to the man as he responded in kind, his baritone voice still booming but a lack of fear present. "Look, sir, we really only do this for the best of Namek. The planet needs defenders and with the population in its state, we need to outsource the talent. And it just so happens that mercenaries aren't free, so we need to start taxing until we can defend the planet properly." he responded, a reasonable thing to say, even if it wasn't one hundred percent true. The vaults of Mazoku were empty and a filling needed to be made fast, some for Mercenaries other for the finer things in life. Like food, since some can't survive on water alone. Him being the case and point.
The pen and paper were still outstretched, he needed it signed for his imaginary quota which might have to play into effect. His hands pressed against his chest, his head still a hair away from his mass of haze in a vein attempt to keep him from getting too close. Though its second was far better, the sheer power that emanated proved the point, this one was far stronger than he and that meant a level of tact had to be taken with the situation. "Sir, we are really just trying to be reasonable. We can't play charity and simply request the money, the people refuse they riot in revolt. Namek is in a state of weakness far greater than before. And I won't lie I ain't capable of keeping it safe, as you can see." His hands stretched up and down, making the case and point of his fragility.
"Say the planet is attacked tomorrow. This planet is quite frankly, done for. Lord Xylo can only do so much to protect your planet. Imagine what could happen, a small force, no more than five to ten they could attack and cause havoc before we could respond. Then poof, gone, bye-bye." he reasoned, feigning worry for the outstretching boredom that was Namek. It was bluegrass and green sky, that was all it really had going for it and he could leave in a heartbeat with not a care in the world for the aftermath. "And that is if they only hold a power level but a single fold more than my own. What if a real threat strikes, the Saiyan Empire strikes to claim us. We are done for." he reiterated his point, desperation turning to fury, feigned as much as the last.
"I can't fight you, and you aren't the only to refuse. But hear me now. When a threat comes, a genuine threat, you may reconsider standing opposed to Taxes, for we won't have an army to defend us. In fact, we might not have the man power to even form a squad."He finished as another appeared, a Namekian none the less but one he hadn't managed to get signed up and taxed. "Ahh, another Namekian. If you wouldn't mind sir." he hovered over his mass of blackness still cloaked tightly around his skin as he outstretched a sheet of paper, the same he had tried to get Namorel to sign. "May you please sign this. We are trying to get a list compiled of all Namekians to figure out what we need to Tax to sustain an army and food for them," he stated the form bending over in a sign of submission, desperation. What was a little shame in the larger picture, especially if that picture contained wealth.
KP [3/3] Gastro | @namorel
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Post by Gastro on Feb 22, 2017 21:21:23 GMT
Gastro was walking towards the two, and figured out the other Namekian was the one he met in Helix hut! “Oh hey I think your Na-" Namorel spoke about the taxes and such, soon after retrieving a weapon that was incredibly cool looking, seriously nine foot lance with dragon shapes on it, now that was cool. Gastro was mesmerized by this well until he could feel the tension in the air as Namorel made some big claims, Gastro was impressed to say the least. He respected the confidence Namorel had a great deal, almost forgetting the demon existed. The demon went on to say about money, and how namek could be destroyed if just a group of fighters came, damn this guy underestimated us that much? He talked about Xylo as well, Gastro disliked the man but had a huge bias towards liking Namekians he heard about the rumors of him wanting to make Namek great again! But then proceeding to kill dragon clan members. Gastro continued to think of the Mazoku army, and how it’d be horrible if they came and ruined his life. Well I mean I guess they did? Then again Gastro never met any of them, and only heard about rumors..he then proceeded to think about his Alias Rinet, a nickname he never used in fact how did he get that nickname in the first place? Odd indeed, Gastro continued to zone out until the demon asked him about his name as Gastro got a fresh taste of reality again.”RINET! I mean, Rinet of the uh warrior caste.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 9:37:42 GMT
![Row 1 column 1](http://storage.proboards.com/5453652/avatar/2Knb08hdOYffazudB093.png) | Namorel (T1 House + HW) Powerlevel: 59,803 Lowered PL: 14,652 |
Making a Residence
"Honestly? If you are among the strongest this so called army has, then what difference does a tax make?"
Namorel spoke as he poured his cup of tea. Once he cup was full he would turn back to grab Kaze, his lance and walk towards the doorway, Gastro still partially visible to him. The demonic entity was getting rather annoying with the taxes, but what good would knocking him out do? He would only report to a larger body and put a bigger annoyance in Namorel's path. Rather he would wait out the encounter while keeping an eye on both the younger namekian and this outsider, whomever... or whatever he may be. Sipping from the cup he had little else to add to the encounter at hand from that point onward.
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 23, 2017 11:24:00 GMT
He pressed the pen against paper, a small dent made that would later have to be drawn over with the pencil to get an idea. "Ahh, another Warrior Caste, seem there are quite a few of you today." He said calmly leaving the paper as he handed it over to the young Namekian. With a sigh he listened to the words spoken by Namorel, he was clearly misguided, assuming him to be the strongest the army had. With a sigh he looked to the man recognizable only by the garnet light, "I am sorry sir. If you wouldn't mind could you please fill out the details then drop them off at Xylo's Castle, I can get to work finishing it up there. I do apologize." He said before dealing with the cocky grub behind him.
His head snapped behind him, looking the man up and down behind the facade of intimidation. His Lance was long, even larger than Dantalion, but at that point, its size seemed comedic. "Ya know sir, I don't recall calling myself the strongest this army has. Far be it from the truth. While I sit here collecting Taxes they train. They do what you won't do. Defend this planet. And while you sit here, acting high and mighty, you draw forth revolt, revolution, rioting. It is because of people like you who refuse to do what's best that others suffer." A pulsation of Ki stretched out, the facade of black mist shattering as it fell to the ground.
His form was left barren, no need for smoke and mirrors. His form towered over the Namekian, garnet eyes shone bright like suns drifting through the skies, his skull white carapace alluding to his dark and sinister nature. His voice emboldened, if he was to strike him down he would simply recover anything short of vaporization. Not many Demons can do it, but there weren't many in the universe in the first place. "It is because of people like you, who refuse to pay taxes that those who care for this planet pay more. A king's ransom is needed because I don't have the power to defend it. Because the few mercenaries we do have are too bloodthirsty to be eligible to collect the Taxes." he stated a puff of air inhaled as he streamed forth a trail of black miasma, creeping so slightly into the doorway.
He stood there, straightened back as he reached his full eight-foot height. "You sir. You are a coward and a debaser. A man who claims strength yet lacks the will to help his own kind. You, sir, are a man of which can afford such a fine house, yet sits here refusing to pay to alleviate others of your kind. Overall. You, sir, are a disgrace to your race and if you were to strike me down, you would only prove how weak you are, for a coward lashes out first against a weaker man. Though I wouldn't expect any less from you." he let loose one last blast of blackness, his garnet eyes glaring the daggers actual eyes could not manage, his fingers curled into a fist, if he was only a little stronger he would slap the man where he stood. But alas he lacked such a status. His back turned, his cloak flipping behind him a breath away from the face as he stormed off, a curling of Miasma at his feet as he ascended away. Before departing he turned one last time, "If you ever gather the courage to be a true Warrior. Go to the castle and pay your taxes. For a true warrior helps those in need, not scoff at their blight." He finished his form finally darting away to the next Namekian Village, the miasma at his feet twisting and turning, coiling around his skin as he headed off to the next village. Maybe they wouldn't be as powerful.
@namorel | Gastro Leaving Thread - Intent PL
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Post by Gastro on Feb 24, 2017 22:01:26 GMT
(WELL Sorry this post took awhile)
Gastro held the the paper in his hand, sighing he looked at the words on the paper and everything to write down, it was quite frankly annoying. Gastro thought to himself of how he should simply destroy the paper now, since getting to that castle would be a pain seriously what was the direction again? But could tell that wasn't a good idea right now. Gastro could tell just by the words both of them rocketed at each other Namorel was the stronger out of the two, and well the demon knew it. Gastro was a bit shocked to say the least that this demon was one of the strongest in this Xylo army? Well that's what he heard from Namorel after all. But then again from the distaste in the demon and what he said he wasn't the strongest in the army.
Gastro heard the demon preach about his job, and how horrible Namorel was. Gastro kinda believed him the way he put those words together made Xylo army seem righteous when it clearly wasn't, and how Namorel was the true big bad boss. This hurt Gastro head a bit, he thought there was just a clear good and evil side of things, and this little conversation was breaking that mold. Whatever it really didn't matter. Gastro seeing the malicious ki come out, got a bit panicked bending his knees to a right angle, putting his right hand back as ki was growing in it, ready to fight back. "Hey, what are you doi-" Well until the demon transformed, this was quite bad, maybe I had to transform as well after all? Gastro stopped his attack immediately as the demon ki vanished. The sinister demon, delivered a speech about how the taxes, oh my the taxes, THE TAXES! Gastro now started to think this was bad, but also thought the demon was a wimp, like those fucking Arcosian's.
Again the demon insulted Namorel, but making him seem like a good guy Gastro almost believed him! Almost, he was insulting a god damn Namekian! A NAMEKIAN! Seriously, does he have some balls or something?! "Disgrace my greenest part of my ass!" Gastro grinned, thinking his insult was the bee's knees which they oh so weren't. Gastro could tell the demon was about to transform into his great namek form to multiple his power level by 5 folds! (5 folds because, i'm a warrior caste member and haven't gotten my transformation updated) However, he didn't try to attack, simply letting out one last breath of an insult and flying away to another village. Gastro deformed back to his normal size looking at Namorel."So uh, pretty eventful am I right? Also nice house man, where did you get it?"
@namorel
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 22:44:52 GMT
![Row 1 column 1](http://storage.proboards.com/5453652/avatar/2Knb08hdOYffazudB093.png) | Namorel (T1 House + HW) Powerlevel: 59,803 Lowered PL: 14,652 |
Making a Residence
"Hmph... they always act like their greater then us, when really they have no idea what they are putting us through."
Namorel scoffed at the demonic creature as it made its way away from the two namekians. Gastro stood nearby, possibly watching the majority of the encounter go down. He hoped that he hadn't incited any fear in the younger namekian... or if that demonic fellow had either. Regardless he was still here unlike the demon that made its way back to Xylo's castle.
"I built the house myself while on Earth, and yeah, I have a feeling that encounters with them will be rather common for a while."
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