#phoenixsociety

[kv-actual]

Our club had one of these new hema 3.0 Regenyei longswords.

I love the spatulated tip. The cross has this beautiful curved cross guard as well.

[kv-actual]

https://regenyei.com/product/two-handed-sword-01/#blade

I didn't think I would be a goober lusting for a 6 foot 5 inch two handed sword but here we are.

There is like... No way for it to be sparring safe and it would just be a fun weapon to show off Figueyredo.

You can buy so much armour with that kinda sword money too q_q

[elixirjay]

Mountains, curvy road and my machine. #GMR #Mountains #ElixirJ #VelosterTurbo #PhoenixSociety #LifeIsBeautiful (at Glendora Mountain Road)

[badass-unicorn-with-glitter]

Phoenix Society Chapter 1 Rhea Algamora

My hands hurt, head ached, and back burned. The marks from a paladin's whip still streak my back. The steady drip of small droplets of water hitting the cold, stone floor of my cell was the only sound I heard other than the erratic beating of my heart. My end was dragging so close I could feel Alkila's excitement to gain a new soul. The king of the underworld, the leader of the damned was going to take my soul and there is nothing I could do to stop it.

Murderer, a little voice in my head sang, not only are you abomination, but you're a murderer as well. That little voice has been chittering in my head since the day I got here with crazed glee. My gaze fell to the blood underneath my fingernails.

Not yours, the voice chattered, an innocent's.

"He wasn't innocent," I hiss aloud. "He was a monster and he got what he deserved."

Now so are you, it whispered. It was right. I am a monster. A filthy, marked, useless monster.

The voice faded into the background as I replay the day of the incident that got me here.

It's been almost eight years after the blight. I had been in my room by the reading corner with my nose buried in a book like usual when I heard a crash and a scream from the parlor. Normally, I would ignore any and all commotion from the outside world. This time was different because the constant screaming sounded like my younger sister Iris.

I made my way out of my room and through the halls I used to know so well. When I finally got to the parlor, the door was ajar and a man, my uncle, was yelling drunkenly at someone who was cowering in the corner. I cought a glimps of blood on his knuckles and drops on the floor.

"Please," my sister's voice begged," Don't hurt me." Fear struck through my heart and gripped it tightly. Normally my uncle would not lay a hand on my sister. She wasn't marked like me. Even though she caught the blight, Iris was never marked. Somehow the luck of the gods saved her from that fate. She was valuable to him, unlike me. I was marked with, black lines that swirled up and down my arms. My once raven black hair turned the color of gold with snow streaks running through it. I still retained some of my past beauty, with my bone structure and eyes that remind me of Geodes, dark around the edges but a bright violet on the inside.

"I'm going to kill you," he slurred his words. Fear and anger mixed in my gut. Years ago I made a promise to myself when our uncle took us I would never let him hurt Iris. I wasn't about to break that promise now.

I flung myself through the door and slammed into his large frame. Due to my small size, I wasn't even able to knock him over. He let out a stream of psychotic laughter.

The fear grew, and grew, and grew as he made his way toward me. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I wanted it the shadows in my room to take me away from here. For a few seconds time seemed to stop. Red threads spread out from me, my uncle, and Iris. They connected to each other in a beautiful tangle of chaos. When Time finished his break, I reached for the thread that went from my uncle to me and I pulled.

The thoughts of shapeless shadows still danced in my mind as I yanked on the thread. They came to life. Horrid, faceless phantoms danced around me.

"Dear Gods," Uncle gasped.

The shadows began to whisper. They demanded I kill him. They hissed and spat profanities in his direction. They all had one voice, my voice. They demanded retribution for the nightmares that plagued me. Nightmares he created.

Uncle began to cower and shrink down. His fear was evident on his face. I savored every moment. I commanded the shadows to attack. They ripped and slashed at him. Blood dripped down the front of him, he began to gurgle and gasp for breath. I didn't stop. It didn't feel like I could for a time, but when my sense finally returned my mind clear. The shadows vanished and all wounds and blood from my uncle went along with them. He still gasped and sobbed, trying to regain his composure. Iris was still in shock. Her breaths came out fast and short. The whole thing wasn't real. It was an illusion.

After a time my uncle finally rose, "What was that?" My legs began to shake. I tried to conjure the phantoms back to protect me but they wouldn't return, I was too tired. He turned to me with a sick grin on his face. I backed up until I ran into the arch of the fireplace. My hand brushed against an iron poker. Instinctively, my hand wrapped around it. "Come here Rhea," he demanded. I shook my head, whimpering in fear. He rushed me, charging with hatred filled eyes. Without thinking, I raised the poker. It ripped through flesh and chipped bone, tearing a cry of pain from my uncle. My body tensed as he slumped to the floor, eyes wide and dead.

I was torn from my thoughts as muffled voices came through the door. Onces I heard the lock turn, I scrambled to the back corner of the room. I pushed myself down as far as I could, hoping they wouldn't see me.

"There's no use hiding," worn, black boots with beaten metal buckles and floral carvings came into view. "You're going to die anyway." I lifted my head to meet the cold blue eyes of the head Paladin, Rowan Marith.

"We all die eventually," I say rising, "But I didn't expect to shake hands with death so soon."

His jaw clenched, "Not all." I was too worried about how I would make it out of this situation to fully process his words.

"So what's it for me? Beheading? Firing line? Letting me go?" I tried to taunt Rowan.

"You will be burned at the stake," He replies without even facing me.

¨So we will have a roast then,¨ I couldn't help what was coming out of my mouth. In situations like this, I can get horribly sarcastic.

¨You have a sick sense of humor,¨ Rowan comments as he clamps down irons on my wrists.

¨I've been told many times,¨ I smile with mock politeness.

That's not the only thing that's sick about you, the little voice buzzed, you're sick in the head too. I was about to tell the voice to shut up when a small, tan mouse ran across my foot. It was disgusting in here. Mold grew on the walls and blood from who I assume was the last prisoner still stained the pile of straw and fabric they call a bed. Maririth lead me out of the cell and up a winding staircase with six other paladins behind us. On our trek I studied my executioner's features. Brown hair that hung just below is his ears was tied up behind his head in a messy ponytail with stray hairs flying everywhere. Along his left temple and down to the top of his lip, Rowan bore a prominent white scar. His eyes where to pieces of chipped ice with no feeling in them at all.

"How did you get that scar?" I nudge him with my shoulder.

"One," he growled, "do not touch me. Two, don't speak."

"Has anyone ever told you you'll probably die alone surrounded by 30 cats who would not think twice about eating your rotting face?" the paladins behind us coughed and choked to cover their laughter.

"No," he sighed, "No one has ever said such a thing to me."

"That's surprising," I chewed on my lip to think of something else to say. "Do you think the queen picks her nose?"

"If you don't shut up right now I'll-," Rowan snapped but I cut him off.

"You'll do what?" I go toe-to-toe with him," You'll kill me?" he only snarled and continued to pull me along. So much for the plan to end it quickly. Looks like when they put me in the ground I'll look like a slab of meat someone forgot about over a fire.

The sun was barely showing once we got outside. The scent of rain hung heavily in the air. Hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. A lightning storm was coming soon. Hopefully it would put out the fire.

"Good people of Camani," Rowan's booming voice rang out through the square. "We are gather here to witness the burning of a demon, a hated creature of the gods. On this day the abomination's blight on our peaceful city will end." A red chested robin on the house to my left started to chirp wildly. "Tie her to the stake." The six paladins brought me forward and wrapped pitch covered ropes around my ankles and wrists.

Sickening fear coiled itself around my gut as Rowan lit a torch ment to start the flames that would spell my doom. See you on the other side, the voice whispered to me. No, I told myself, you aren't going to die today. I tried the one thing that would save me now. I searched for those red threads connecting each person. My soul searched for something, anything to save me. Once my mind found what I was searching for, I pulled. An army of black, shapeless phantoms rose with ear-splitting screams. The crowd flew into a frenzy and the palladians drew their swords.

"You," Rowan hissed at me. "I will end this." With that, he dropped the torch on the pile of kindling at the bottom of the stake. The flames licked at my feet and the hem of my night gown, charing the fabric black. The bottoms of my feet began to scorch when masked figures clad in silver and lilac capes appeared.

"It's the Phoenix Society," Someone shouted in panic. I remember hearing about them once. An elite group of satsu with cursed gifts given to the by the blight. Many times I have wished to be one of them If only to leave the cage my uncle put me in.

A slim, tall Phoenix, probably a woman judging by their build, slashed at each palladian that crossed her path with a brutal scyth. A weapon wielded by only one member of the Society, The Reaper. Her movements where swift and unforgiving. Every enemy she faced went down, red staining their once stark white uniforms.

The robin I had mention before began to shift in a hooded figure wielding two daggers. A shape shifter, my mind was temperarly stunned. It wasn't until I felt the pain of the bottoms of my feet burning did I call for help.

Two members of the society turned to face me. By their stature I assumed they were male. "Reaper," one of them said, "carve us a way out of here. You," he pointed to the boy next to him,"Get the girl. The rest of you, watch our backs!" Everyone sprang into action.

The boy who was ment to get me waved an armored hand and the flames licking at my feet went out in a whisper of smoke. The Paladians and Phoenixes fought violently. In the wake of each Phoenix rows of corpses were strewn about. Blood stained the cobble stone ground and bled into the dirt.

The Phoenix that was once the robin was surrounded by several Paladian. She took multiple down before one managed to run his blade through her lower stomach. "FOX!," One cried for their fallen companion. "Someone get her outta there."

My vision began to fade as I saw my captors and rescuers clash. Paladians tried to keep the fire wielding Phoenix away from me but he forced them away with a blade coated in flames. The last thing I saw before the world went black was onyx eyes swirled with vibrant reds and oranges coming towards me.

[porn-juice]

definitely just got fucked while on webcam with Luke watching haha

[vincentvangonads]

phoenixsociety answered your question: I'm serious about those addresses.

I love mail.

Then I think you know what you have to do.