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NABILL GGODSENT

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 128 POSTS. I AM A SEXY person.

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ourrenaissance-1: stop the wind Jan 25, 2014 0:57:27 GMT -5

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Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Jan 25, 2014 0:57:27 GMT -5

The wind was howling. Above, the sombre light of the moon shone on the broken ruins of one of Ngo Viet’s greatest cities. Pillars of quartz gleamed, and buildings of granite were half buried by the ashen dunes. A series of broken steps lead towards the temple where Nabill meditated. Once it had been designed to mirror the massive centers of worship used by the Greeks. Now Nabill found that it finally matched the world it was built in.

The wind was howling. With no walls and no roof to keep it out, it was allowed to slither around the pillars and over the broken floor like a serpent. Nabill rose from his meditation. The biting cold tugged at his black robes. Goosebumps ran up and down his arms. Before him were his two swords. They were the only things he prayed too, for he, the Ggodsent, was the only soul who could remedy Hueco Mundo’s problems.

The wind was howling. Evil rumors of rebellion impregnated it. Every day there were less arrancar at Ngo’s court. The Godking’s paranoia was festering, and he pleaded for Nabill and Luucio to find the chink in his armor. As per usual, only Nabill tended to his duty. The Godking and millions of his followers had put their faith into him. It was his duty to find the solutions they prayed for.

The wind was howling. Riding it was the fleeting spiritual pressure of Nabill’s guest. In all of Hueco Mundo, there were only a handful of Vasto Lorde discovered. And of those, most of them were killed when they tried to rise above the Godking. This one, however, had removed his mask. He was a hermit, but a powerful one who could not be left alone. Above all, he was a variable. Everything about him was dangerous.

The wind stopped, and Nabill turned to face what was once the entrance to his temple. Both of his blades rested on the dusted altar behind him.

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EZEL
PRIMERA ESPADA ; ASPECT OF PRIDE

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 78 POSTS. I AM A SEXY person.

ourrenaissance-1: stop the wind Feb 10, 2014 20:55:45 GMT -5

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Post by EZEL on Feb 10, 2014 20:55:45 GMT -5

For every day that Ezel could not recognize against the endless abyss that towered above, he grew more comfortable with this body. To be relieved of the shackles of his former self was a blessing, though many preferred to looking down on an the fragile image he once again possessed. Many deserved punishment from their superior. Many were punished by said superior.

And ever since acquiring such a form, Ezel became a target of this tortured and crazed king, as well as the other inhabitants of the wastelands he was sentenced to. Never a moment of peace, never a moment of prayer - his freedom was to never exist. The sword that he dragged through the alabaster dunes always beckoned for a new master, hungry after Ezel's Lord had remained quiet for so long. In Hueco Mundo, everyone was beyond the pity of God, and it seemed no one deserved the benevolence of retribution.

Ezel couldn't say that he would have enjoyed the monotony that he sought; for soldiers fought all their life - even those born to be kings. And that is the only life he knew.

In an instant there was nothing before Nabill, the next second Ezel draped in charred and worn armor, carrying the juggernaut of his blade at his side. "Does your Godking find entertainment in sending every member of his tangled echelon to come speak to me? I would have normally, again, ignored his attempts; yet it seems he has higher respect for my being now, as he sends a member of the fabled Espada. Je suis très heureux de faire votre connaissance... Nabill."

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NABILL GGODSENT

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ourrenaissance-1: stop the wind Feb 12, 2014 20:01:53 GMT -5

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Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Feb 12, 2014 20:01:53 GMT -5

Such spiritual force. The thought crossed Nabill’s mind as the rogue knight Ezelrick stepped into the ruins. He was clad in the armor of fallen arrancar and hollow. Each piece was rusted, chipped, broken, or some combination of the three. The lack of scars on his body stood as a stark contrast to the damage painting his armor, and that in turn spoke volumes of the Vasto Lorde’s power. It didn’t help that the aura attached to him was heavy and almost oppressive. For a fleeting moment the warrior in Nabill wanted to draw his sword and attack. That warrior was silenced—for now.

“You have diarrhea of the mouth, Ezelrick,” Nabill casually stated. “Do not act as if you can afford any respect when standing before me. You would do well to remember who truly runs these lands.”

With one hand, Nabill reached into the opposite sleeve and pulled out a small lizard hollow. He threw the carcass of the creature to Ezel’s feet and clicked his teeth. In a feat of disturbing necromancy, the creature twitched and raised its head, let out a horrid screech, and shot a beam of light from its mouth. This red light contorted into the image of the man who sat on the throne of Las Noches; the Godking of Hueco Mundo himself, Viet Ngo.

The fat bearded face of the Godking looked down to Ezel and sneered. Nabill merely closed his eyes and opted to listen. “Wandering Knight, is there a reason you refuse to answer my summons to court?! What gives you the right to deny me?”

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EZEL
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I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 78 POSTS. I AM A SEXY person.

ourrenaissance-1: stop the wind Feb 12, 2014 20:38:45 GMT -5

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Post by EZEL on Feb 12, 2014 20:38:45 GMT -5

The blonde arrancar narrowed his eyes following the statements of the warrior before him. He expressed an undying loyalty, one that was laughable considering who he rose his sword for. The current Godking was a sloth of a being, plagued by every sin that Virgil established in his epic. The worst of it was that he possessed no quality to rule, and was like every other fat emperor that must have slipped and accidentally fell on an empty throne. Ezelrik was fond of history... history did not favor these men.

Yet, he held his tongue, finding no sharpness to Nabill's words. The were as weak as most swords against the hide he possessed, and the only mental activity were the whispers in his mind that spoke, "It should be you - if only you had more to you than the ability to wield a blade. Brutes, every one of you damned arrancar."

There was no reaction to Nabill tossing the object to his feet, nor when crimson illuminated from the orifice of it. He spoke in a commanding tone, one offended by Ezel's actions, but lack-of. "Perhaps the oaf will respond to reason." With an unfazed expression, he expressed the voice of nobility that he was so accustomed to, "There is no reason. I just do not consider myself a subject under your rule - as I do not belong to this nation you have established. I seek solitude in these sands."

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ourrenaissance-1: stop the wind Feb 16, 2014 23:08:02 GMT -5

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Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Feb 16, 2014 23:08:02 GMT -5

He was not an attractive man, Viet Ngo, but he had a presence that few arrancar could muster. Many hollows had taken to calling him “the Brute-Faced King”, and Nabill could see why. Even in the rather detailed hologram, the General could make out the scars from old battles and the beard that grew wildly on his cheeks, chin, lips, and neck.

The finer details were brought out when Ezel foolishly stated his desire to be left alone. He does not understand the world he lives in, Nabil mused. Viet Ngo echoed these thoughts with his facial expression. Already deep lines turned into trenches along his face, and the Godking’s eyes were wide with rage. Impotent rage, but rage nonetheless.

“You are a fool, Ezelrick, if you believe you live in a Hueco Mundo that is not my kingdom! Have you not been told already that everything under the sky is my world, my Las Noches?”

If Viet Ngo could have seemed any less likeable, he would have done so by now. Nabill closed his eyes and listened as the Godking went on a rant that seemed to last another five minutes. Every other word was accentuated, as if he was talking down to a child. Finally Ngo took a deep breath, threw his head back, and sighed. “Do you work against me, Ezelrick?”

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EZEL
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ourrenaissance-1: stop the wind Feb 19, 2014 18:54:58 GMT -5

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Post by EZEL on Feb 19, 2014 18:54:58 GMT -5

Ezel raised a curious brow after those last words were spit out. This man was plagued by his own over-caution. A mad king that saw all that wasn't in his palm, and enemy. The whispers were enough to confirm such notions, but no doubt it was brought about by the figure's own incompetence. Ezel was familiar with rulers of this sort, and saw many of them crumble as he observed the development of humanity. Those that became suspicious of everything, and in turn, poisoned their rule. He wouldn't be surprised if his own men conspired against him.

Carefully he breathed before letting his conscious remind him of his duty. "It is not your place to bring judgment or conflict to these damned beings. The Lord needs me in a place to freely enact judgment on the sinners of the human world." he mused in an instant. "I work with, and against no one." he spoke, constraining the agitation that he felt. "But if it will quell your stupidity and greed, then I will oblige for the moment." "If you seek my presence so much, and if you indeed rule all in this endless abyss, then I have no choice but to present myself in your court."

Ezel's voice was stale, and stoic as always, but he did indeed feel flushed with annoyance. Nothing would show behind such fragile looking pale skin, but in the empty hole where his heart used to lay, he felt it. A shadow-limb, that's what his feelings were and that's where it burned most.

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Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Jan 25, 2014 0:57:27 GMT -5

Post by EZEL on Feb 10, 2014 20:55:45 GMT -5

Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Feb 12, 2014 20:01:53 GMT -5

Post by EZEL on Feb 12, 2014 20:38:45 GMT -5

Post by NABILL GGODSENT on Feb 16, 2014 23:08:02 GMT -5

Post by EZEL on Feb 19, 2014 18:54:58 GMT -5

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