Elenti

[Ubermorph 1]

Sorry I'm a bit late to posting, this is the best I could come up with the time between the first IC and now. Tirith Anira a'right for me to start at?

IC

As Lance looked up from the Inn balcony, a calmness swept over him. He let out a sigh as he collected his thoughts. Why isn't anyone doing anything about this crap? Leaders are squabbling like children, everyone has a knife to someone's neck, no one is even aware that war could break out at any second. This world needs a hero, but everyone's too chicken to do it.

 

As he pondered the state of the world, he began packing his bag for the morning after; he would need to leave early the next day if he was to get to Tirith Anira before his contact left. "Le'see; water, food, knife in the sleeve, sword in the sheath. Yup, everything's here." He closed the sack and sat down to bed.

 

OOC

I suck at roleplaying.

Edited July 2, 2010 by TheBlueTheory

[As 8]

IC:

 

Cythul slowly woke while sitting in a dark, dank corner. He chewed on his nails while rubbing his right hand up and down his face pondering what the day had to offer for him. While brushing off his clothes and feeling his unshaven jaw he stood up. Straightening up he strolled from the outskirts of the city into the inner.

 

The inner was where Cythul did his best work. He looked into the large group of people moving in and out as he decided who was going to be his victim for today...

 

OoC:

 

As

[Rene 5]

IC:

 

Layla looked up at the giant of a man who just bumped into her. He asked her for directions after givin her a quick apology. "I'm not from around here, sorry." Layla spoke with a slight tone of annoyance. "Though, maybe you would fit in just fine in that bar a little further down the alley here." She gestured behind her at the bar doors she just emerged from and this time the annoyance in her voice ws obvious, even if the person she aimed the words at was thick headed.. She usually wasn't this easy to annoy, but he interrupted her train of thought while she was trying to think up the best course of action to continue searching after her brother.

[Erebus 8]

OOC; Mentality I'll accept your characters.

 

Also I made some minor edits to the main page to better describe some of the nations and groups.

 

IC: As Hurst slowly walked into Silamor the morning after his back's spasm he felt a little nervous, it was always easier to trigger a spasm for a day or so after the attack and the streets of Silamor weren't the place he wanted to have an attack. As he walked he looked around at the other citizens he was walking into the city with. Most were peasants but a single noble walked his way through the crowd with an air of authority, his two guards hustling behind him trying to keep up. The noble's posture made Hurst chuckle a little bit which to his amusement made the peasants on either side of him shrink away from him. That made Hurst actually laugh and he got curious stares from the people around him before he got control of himself and disappeared off down a side street.

 

As he made his way through the city he found himself silently praying again as he walked. The healer he was going to see was supposed to be the greatest around and Hurst hoped for dear life that she was as good as everyone said. If not he was going to find himself in the Silamor Market district with hardly any coin and no real way to obtain any unless he sold the armor in his bag or the axes strapped to the outside. And his armor and axes were things he just couldn't part with.

 

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"Afternoon Captain." Riyak said as he and Acrysus found the captain sitting in his chair just inside the barracks.

"Ah, Riyak, Acrysus good to see you two. I have some bad news and some good news. First you're off your current mission, the commander has decreed that the business with the disappearances will be his responsibility."

"He already informed us." Riyak said heavily.

"Well, the good news is Riyak, your mentor from the Mages Quarter is here. So hopefully you'll have plenty of time to spend perfecting those little shocking tricks of yours. He's in the second training room. And Acrysus you can go see the weapons master and get some more training in."

With a groan Riyak looked at the captain. "You seriously want me to spend more time with that worthless fool? He doesn't even know any magic himself..."

"Well, he certainly knows about it." The Captain said. "Now, go. I have other business to attend to."

"Yes, Sir." Riyak and Acrysus both said before heading their separate ways.

Edited July 5, 2010 by Erebus

[Sacred 0]

Name: Turmek Sier'Tia

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Nationality: Aqualia

Height: 6'2"

General Appearance: Medium brown short hair, mostly gentle features, he ahs a fairly average build but it hides a light step and a quick sword arm.

Clothing/Armour: Armor is that of the Aqualian guard. Almost always heavy of Medium styles. He also likes white trench coats and cavalier hats with only a 'small' feather and which are made more like cowboy hats.

Weapon(s): Proficient with a rapier and crossbows. He has a special crossbow which can be loaded with two bolts at once and he has an ornate rapier he uses. He can also use a longsword but he likes his rapier.

Element(s): Hmm... Earth, Fire, Magma, Steel, Tenebra. Lightning is overused, Khaos and Aether will fail. The world is a happy place.

General Info: Turmek is a noble of the house Sier'tia in Lifiera. As such he had an easy childhood getting what he wanted when he wanted and however he wanted. In school he was a bright student and it soon became evident that he was proficient in a number of elemental arts which he used in fun and unique combinations. When he was 16 as is custom amongst the Sier'Tia he was placed in the Royal guard so he could learn to serve. In teh royal guard he has proven to be a valuable member of the unit and is quite skilled in swordplay and elemental magic!!!!!

Other: Yeah, you know it.

Edited July 4, 2010 by Sacred

[Scorpion 1]

OoC: Time to make my first IC. I've got a headache right now, though, so don't expect it to be great...

 

IC: "How in the world did I let Saer convince me to spend my vacation in Silamor?" Alexander said as soon as he discovered his money was missing. He didn't even know how it could have happened. He was always well aware of his surroundings, and no thief had ever succeeded in stealing Alexander's money without him noticing. He realized the thieves in this town must have been more talented than the ones he normally dealt with, and that this city was more crime-infested than he initially thought. And that's when he realized that this "vacation" wasn't going to be that at all.

 

And at that moment he got a creeping feeling that something was going to happen soon. As he walked down the street he was heading down, every single merchant he passed that wasn't already preoccupied with another customer tried to convince him to buy some of their wares for prices Alexander was sure were outrageous. The locals thought they could make fools of foreigners. But Alexander had been all over the world and seen many things, so he would not be easily fooled.

 

At this point he began to wonder where he would stay the night, since he didn't have any money to rent a room for the night. Then he realized it didn't matter. When night fell, he'd find a place to sleep. He noticed a pub not far away and headed in that direction. He noticed a man and woman standing not far away who were nearly a foot's difference in height. The man appeared to be asking the woman about something, but the woman appeared annoyed. Alexander sighed. In places like these, people rarely got along. It was survival of the fittest, much to Alexander's dismay. Then he walked into the pub.

 

OoC: The man and woman are Fake's and Rene's characters.

[Erebus 8]

OOC; Sacred Accepted.

 

IC: As Riyak walked through the corridors of the Barracks he tried to think of some way he could get out of spending time with the mentor but at the same time he knew the Captain wouldn't allow him to leave unless there was an emergency. He continued to dread the moment he would meet his mentor again until he walked into the training room and saw a well built man sitting cross legged in the middle of the room facing the back wall.

 

Confused Riyak entered slowly but before he could speak the man sitting in the middle spoke. "You must be Riyak I presume?" The man said without moving and Riyak halted.

 

"Um... Yes. Do I have the right room? I was told someone from the Mage's Quarter was coming. Is Amunsel around?" Riyak asked.

 

"You have the right room. But no, Amunsel is not coming. He has... Other matters to attend to. But come, sit, meditate. We will be here for awhile."

 

"Ok, um... Master?" Riyak said uncertain what to call the man.

 

"You can call me that if you like. Or if you wish you may call me Yoral. Either is fine with me." The man said.

 

"Alright, Yoral I presume that is your name. Am I correct?"

 

"That is but a mystery for now is it not? While you ponder it come, sit. We have much to discuss."

 

"Very well." Riyak said and crossing the room he came to sit next to the man who Riyak noticed had a short goatee on his face and a rather crooked nose.

 

"Now, let's begin." The man said and Riyak prepared himself for whatever the man was going to ask of him.

[Ellibereth 5]

Small family owned businesses were many throughout Silamor. There were stores and stalls of all shapes and sizes and services, stuck within the nooks and crannies that were abundant throughout the city streets. Yes, these stores were a dime a dozen, but the successful ones were few and far between.

One such business was "The Black Pomegranate". The medium-sized store specialized in fruits and managed to obtain profits even in the worrisome times.

What difference did it have from all the others? Fruit quality? About the same as all the other stores. Location? In one of the gloomier parts of town. Appearance? Looked like a shack built out of bones. Their forte were the extremely low prices through their total employee cost of 0. It was no secret how either why it was so, but The Black Pomegranate's technique was induplicable by any of the other merchants fighting for customers.

Lily leaned across the counter surveying her workers preparing for the day's opening. They worked with mechanical efficiency, cleaning the floor and checking all was in order. Everything was normal right? Each worker wearing the standard black apronish employee clothing of The Black Pomegranate, each bearing a name card.

Ok, ok, there was one peculiarity. With the exception of the girl at the counter, every person in the store wasn't a person, they were all skeletons.

"Jenna, Aaron everything's in order?"

Two nods.

"Ok. Stefans, cashier's all ready."

One skeleton slipped behind the counter.

Lily walked to the door and turned the CLOSED sign to OPEN. With a sigh she went to the backroom and laid down on reclining chair, preparing for the day ahead.

Business was open.

Edited July 5, 2010 by Ellibereth

[Erebus 8]

"Close your eyes and surrender yourself to the current." The man said quietly.

"What current?" Riyak asked oblivious.

"The current of energy that fuels your magic." The man said opening one eye to look at Riyak. "Didn't Amunsel ever teach you about connecting to the current?"

"Um... No." Riyak said unsure of himself.

"No? What has fool been teaching you then?"

"To be honest I'm not sure. For the last year all he's been trying to teach me is how to connect with my heart and extend my awareness into the other planes." Riyak said.

"What?! You're an Air, Water and Lightning student are you not?"

"I am.

"Then Amunsel is more of a fool than I believed. Connecting with your heart and extending your awareness is how we train Khaos and Aether mages. Now get up we need to see exactly where you are in your training. And Yes, my name is Yoral. I was going to ease you into the finer aspects of Air control today but it looks like we're starting at the beginning." The Man said springing to his feet with surprising agility and falling into a combat stance. "Now, show me your stance when you use magic."

 

Confused Riyak stood up and set his legs apart a little bit before looking back at Yoral who just sat there shaking his head. "You'll never fight anyone with a stance like that." Yoral said and with a swift motion he jerked his arms in a tight circle and jammed them palm first towards Riyak. The burst of air that caught him as Yoral's arms stopped caught him completely by surprise, the blast slamming into his chest and sending him tumbling backwards. "You see! A strong stance is key when using magic. If your foes knock you around and gain the upper hand you're done for! Now Defend yourself!" Yoral shouted as he leaped forward sending another blast of air towards Riyak.

[Fake 113]

Bryon sighed and looked down before he walked past her, "Sorry for disturbing you." It didn't take a genius to know that she was annoyed that he had talked to her. He could hear loud, disruptive music coming from the bar and the occasional laughter coming from inside the doors. He braced himself for the worst and pushed the doors to walk into the bar. In a mere moment the overwhelming smell of alcohol embraced him. All eyes were on him and he just smiled and waved to no particular person before everyone started to go back to their own personal lives. Bryon walked up the bartender and saw he was a few inches bigger than him, much wider and he looked as if he hadn't shaved or cut his hair in years.

 

"Can I help you?" The bartender asked him.

 

"Hi, I'm new to town. I was wondering if there was anywhere I could sleep for the night," Bryon replied to the giant.

 

"Buy a drink and I'll give you an answer," the bartender replied.

 

Bryon would try to reason with him but he didn't look like the type of man that could be negotiated with, "Fine, I'll have one glass of your finest ale." Might as well enjoy myself while I'm here. Bryon took out his coin holder and payed the bartender before he received his drink, "Can you tell me a place to sleep now?"

 

"Oh me? I don't know anywhere you can sleep. Try asking one of those people sitting down," the bartender started laughing with glee.

 

Grabbing his drink, Bryon turned around and said, "Oh, why'd I even ask you. I can imagine you don't go out much. Afterall, who'd want to go out with you?" The bartender stopped laughing immediately and turned around to clean some glasses.

 

Sitting down at a table with a few other men Bryon said, "Any of you know a place to sleep?"

 

"It depends, who do you want to sleep with?" One of the men spoke up.

 

Bryon started to chuckle, "Just looking for a room to relax in, that's all."

 

A man sitting next to him patted his back and said, "Drink up, we have plenty of time to talk." Bryon cheerily nodded and started to gulp his first drink, as two men from the table eyed each other and then both eyed Bryon.

 

As Bryon finished his first drink a man from the table bellowed, "Waitress, can we all get another round of drinks?"

 

Bryon immediately sat up and said, "I'm not much of a drinker, you can cancel the drink for me."

 

"Ah, come on! We're all here to have fun. Like you said you want to relax, right? Well here's the first step!"

 

Bryon started to laugh as he took a sip from the next drink. Something's up. Nobody is this nice to a stranger, especially at a bar like this. Last drink and I'm out.

 

Bryon chugged his drink and smiled at the men at the table, "Guys, I'll come back here after I put my belongings in the room. Can you guys really tell me a place to stay, if you guys know a place?"

 

"Yeah, sure. Just go straight down this street until you see The Black Pomegranate and turn left, you'll see an inn there."

 

"Thanks," Bryon said as he stood up. He reached into his coin bag and tipped the waitress before exiting through the doors. He grasped his head as chugging the drink gave him a slight headache and just as he was about to walk he felt a sharp object at his back.

 

"Give me all your money or I'll kill you."

 

OOC: If anything isn't acceptable in this IC, please tell me. Writing this extremely late at night.

[-CoSMIC Gears- 0]

OOC: First IC now.

 

IC: Kevin walked out of his house, trailing a suitcase out from behind him. Breathing in the salty air, he looked back at his house. I'll only be gone for a few months, I promise, he said telepathically to his house. Then, gaze set in front of him, he trotted off towards a small canoe which he had purchased last month. The vacation at Silamor started now.

 

Walking towards his boat, he sat down in it, untied it from the dock, and, focusing his mind on the water, propelled himself forward with great speed, travelling faster, and faster, until he was no more than a speck in the distance.

 

OOC: It's short... heheh... Is it okay?

[Erebus 8]

The building Hurst found himself of front of him after following the directions of a guard to the healer's house was to Hurst's first guess an ancient temple. After asking to a few citizens however he had to admit that the opulent building might actually be the healers place of work and sighing Hurst resorted to climbing the marble steps one at a time. At the top he paused looking at the marble pillars that held up the roof where he noticed the sign. Mistress Summer's Temple of Healing for the Soul. Summer was the healer he had come to see so he stepped passed the pillars and started into the depths of the temple.

 

Inside the temple the walls were ornately carved with gold and marble statues lined the hallway until he met a young woman in a thin white robe. "Why hello good sir, I am Summer master of this house and which of our angels have you come to see today?"

 

"You actually." Hurst said in gruff tones.

 

"Oh really, you think you have what it takes to pay for my services."

 

"I do not have much to offer." Hurst said simply. "I just need a healer for my back."

 

"Your back? I believe you are mistaken on the services we offer her my good sir. We are not your village healers. We aren't even in fact healers if you talk in medical terms. We merely offer services of the flesh for those with coin."

 

"Then I have no further business here." Hurst said turning and leaving the building without waiting for any other response from Summer.

 

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"You summoned me My lord?" A man asked quietly as he stood in the shadows near the base of a series of steps that led to a platform where Gron'Kalee sat hunched over a circular pool of water.

 

"I did Shurgal. I have a mission for you. The mortal fools of this world haven't yet realized I walk the earth again. As is I am still too weak to confront these pathetic fools who call themselves kings over this land. I need you to send Furies and Healik to Silamor and Tirith Anira. Have them... Announce my return to whatever group of fools they decide to."

 

"As you wish my lord. It shall be done." Shurgal said, a slight smile crossing his pale lips as he turned and strode from the chamber.

[Ubermorph 1]

Am I the only one in Tirith Anira?

 

Bah, I can't tell if it's daytime in the RP yet. If it is, my character's awake.

[Erebus 8]

Am I the only one in Tirith Anira?

 

Bah, I can't tell if it's daytime in the RP yet. If it is, my character's awake.

 

 

From what I can tell yes. And for my characters it's early-mid morning although the days are different for my characters since they'll have different travel arrangements to get around to the final group plot.

Edited July 6, 2010 by Erebus

[Silavor 29]

Seth had arrived at the Nathair estate right at the crack of dawn, and was escorted right away into a rather large, two-storey common room by a servant. The room had expensive paintings all along the walls, separated by potted plants. Exquisite couches lay sprawled along the edges, with fancy stone and glass tables in front of many of them. At the back of the room, two grand staircases, made out of solid marble, hugged the walls, leading up to the second floor of the huge building. Small candles lined most of the walls, giving off very weak light, but the majority of the room's illumination came from a giant orb of fire that hung suspended near the ceiling of the gargantuan room. It would seem that at least some of the Nathair's servants were mages.

 

Originally, Seth had decided to stand at attention until his young escort arrived, but after twenty minutes had passed, he decided to sit down on one of the couches. He saw many servants of all shapes and sizes scurry quickly through the room, coming in from one door and leaving through any one of the numerous other doors available. At one point, he realized he was being watched by someone who clearly wasn't a servant up at the top of the stairs, and he jumped to attention, thinking it was his charge. However, it turned out to be nothing more than a teen-aged girl, who giggled lightly at him before fluttering away down the second floor hallway.

 

It was clearly light outside by the time Silavor reached the grand staircases, and descended them three at a time. He took one look at Seth, nodded slightly, then started heading for the giant wood and bronze double doors that led outside.

"Wait!" Seth exclaimed, hurrying after the young noble. "Can I at least know your name, before I go following you around the world? I'm Seth," He inquired, when Silavor stopped and looked at him.

"Silavor," was all the young man had to say in response, before opening the doors, and stepping out into the cool morning air.

 

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The two of them had been walking through the city for a good hour now, heading towards the docks. In the marketplace, they had taken a quick break outside a fruit store called "The Black Pomegranate." Seth was staring curiously through the window, eying first the hot store owner, then the bizarre employees, when suddenly he heard Silavor speak for the second time.

"Yo, Seth! Little help here?" He whirled around, to see two thugs dragging Silavor down a back alley by his arms. Seth dashed after them, and as they reached the cool shade of the small alley, he drew his sword and slashed open the gut of the thug on the left in one swift motion. As the two burly men let go of Silavor, the youth took the opportunity to fall flat on his back. The other thug drew two daggers, and swiped them at Seth while the bodyguard disentangled his sword from the first thug's abdomen. Seth's sword blocked the first dagger, and with his free hand he grabbed the wrist of the thug's other hand, keeping the dagger outside of slicing range. With all four of their hands occupied, Seth slammed his leg up hard in between the thug's legs, and as the man was collapsing to the ground Seth loped his head off with his sword.

"Alright, Silavor, I think it-" Seth looked around, but Silavor was gone. "Silavor? Where are ya, kid?" He ran out of the alley and back onto the main road, wiping his blade off with a rag as he did so. "Damn, where'd that kid get off to?" He looked up and down the street, but couldn't see any sign of Silavor.

 

"Oi! Little John, Mr. Bubbles, what's taking so- ...Little John? Mr. Bubbles!" Seth turned around, and saw three more thugs in the alley, crouched over their dead thug mates. One of them saw Seth wiping the blood off his blade, and pointed at him with a wicked-looking dagger.

"You! You killed Little John and Mr. Bubbles! Brick, Brock, let's get 'im!" The three large men all drew their daggers, and like a football team charged straight at Seth. The bodyguard stuffed the rag back in his pocket, and backed up into the doorway of The Black Pomegranate. In the doorway, Seth managed to parry the first thug's dagger swipe, knocking his dagger into the wall, and stabbed the thug in the gut with his sword. The wound wouldn't have been fatal, but at that moment a second thug had rammed his shoulder into the first, knocking all three of them into the store, and causing Seth's sword to slide sideways through the first thug's torso. As the second thug struggled to get off of the first, the third placed his hands on the front wall of the store, and a moment later the whole wall exploded away.

"Stupid runt thinks he can hide in a store? Hah! I'll blow'em all to smithereens, store included!" The thug grabbed one of the nearby workers, and threw him aside. By that point, Seth had managed to roll the first thug off of him, and was on his feet again, with his back to the wall.

Edited July 6, 2010 by Silavor

[Erebus 8]

As Hurst let the Temple he just let his mind wander. He has come so far and for what? A false rumor of hope, the chance that maybe somehow there was someone who could help him. Some chance that he could live again without fear where his back didn't threaten to render him helpless in seconds.

 

When he managed to wrest his thoughts away from what he would do he found himself at a fountain in the middle of the Market district and he sat down on the water's edge. Staring into the sky hoping that by some stroke of luck his life would turn around and he could head towards a bright future instead of one wracked with pain.

 

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The first blast that Yoral sent at Riyak caught him off guard once again and he found himself rag-dolling across the room before he slammed into the wall which thankfully was covered in thick mats and the blow was fairly soft. As he fell back towards the ground Riyak got his hands underneath him and smoothly did a quick handspring to get back on his feet and face Yoral who was already advancing for his next attack.

 

As his mind raced trying to figure out what to do Riyka went over the techniques he did know and realized they were pitifully few. And without any water in the room he realized he would just have to rely on air and possibly lightning. Quickly making a decision riyak raised his hand, his fingers outstretched and reaching into himself he summoned force the will to send a blast of lightning at Yoral.

 

The spark that shot forth from his fingers might have been deadly had Yoral been an insect but instead it merely caused Yoral's hair to rise a little. Yoral's response however had much more force and Riyak watched as Yoral built up enough power and launched a storm of lightning at Riyak which caught him in multiple places, the touch mildly burning his skin before Yoral sent him flying with another blast of air.

 

"Focus! You need to feel the power within you!" Yoral shouted as Riyak once again slammed into the floor rolling to absorb as much of the impact as he could. Riyak's next attack consisted of a quick series of punches which launched a set of small blasts towards Yoral and once again Yoral shrugged off the attack sending his own series of air punches at Riyak which not only knocked him off his feet but sent him flipping backwards so he landed face first on the floor.

 

"You have the power within you Riyak! Use it!" Yoral shouted as he launched another series of attacks before Riyak could regain his feat and Riyak felt himself flying through the air once again. As Riyak landed he grunted in pain and he realized this wasn't going to end soon unless he did something. And attempting to blast Yoral with as large of a blast as he could muster Riyak was dismayed when Yoral merely brushed it aside with his own air and sent Riyak flying.

 

As the fight continued Riyak found himself slamming into the ground or the walls again and again unable to halt Yoral's assault. By the time he had been knocked flying for the thirtieth or so time Riyak was frustrated more so than he had been in Amunsel's lessons as in those at least he wasn't thrown around as a child's toy. As he regained his feet he felt as if a sudden wall in his mind has been breached and from it came a rush of energy. Smiling softly to himself Riyak prepared himself as Yoral's next blast swept towards him. Before the air could reach him however Riyak diverted the blast and quickly sent his own at Yoral.

 

The blast caught Yoral by surprise as Yoral leaped through the air and the sudden strength of the blast sent him flying instead of Riyak. And as Riyak prepared to rush towards him he was surprised to find Yoral laughing as he got up.

 

"That's it! You feel that? The Power that's rushing through your veins? That's the current, it's what gives you the strength to do what you need. It's your energy source. You're power! Now, lock onto that feeling. You'll need to remember it." Yoral said still laughing happily. "I will return tomorrow to continue your teaching. In the meantime I suggest you practice trying to touch the current and pulling out." Before Riyak could even respond Yoral left leaving Riyak confused once more as he tried to figure out how to let go of the current and return to his normal state.

[As 8]

OoC:

 

If you could remove my character from the list and ignore my only IC post that would be good.

 

This has been my second try at RPing and I just can't get into it, sorry.

 

As

[Batman 0]

IC:

 

Sky, Ivy, and Amarii finally arrived at the market district looking for cat food. The group made their way around, picking up smoked meats and dry food for the young kitten. "Oh how I spoil you, Amarii!" said Sky stretching his arms. The group went over to the fountain and Ivy threw a flower inside, the fountain was covered in them. "Why'd you do that?" asked Sky. "Throw a bloomed flower in the fountain and make a wish. It is said that once the flower wilts, the wish will come true!" she said smiling widely. "I hope it was a good wish then, there aren't any flowers left." said Sky.

 

He walked over and sat down on the fountain staring up at the clouds. Ivy followed, tripping and falling on the ground. Sky stood up and ran over to her. She fell first on her arm, breaking it. She was screaming in pain tossing and turning, and it was killing Sky to see her like this. He looked over at the fountain for help, where he saw a strong looking man, with a scar along his jawline. "Sir! Help me hold her steady while i heal her!"

 

OoC: Erebus, i think you can guess who our scarred helper is! =P

[Ellibereth 5]

The store was open, and 4 burly men immideately crashed in on the ground.

"Good day." Aaron the skeleton greeted the group with mechanical efficiency, as though not noticing it was a group of thugs in a fight. Lily definitely did though.

"Would you guys please AIEEEEEEEEEE!"

There was a flurry of fists from the men, and quite a few shouts. And next thing she knew almost all of the entire front war of the store had been blown to bits, part of a shelf had been knocked down, and Aaron had been thrown toward the pineapple section of the room.

"Not this again!" Lily squeeled out, covering her face with her hands. The thugs weren't exactly in too pleasant of a mood either.

"THE fudge WAS THAT. THAT WASN'T A HUMAN...THAT WAS...WAS..."

One of the non-magic using thugs clenched his fists tightly as his eyes swept the other coworkers. Before he could utter a word he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around in fright he saw the thin white shoulder on his shoulder.

"SKELETEON!!!!'

Coupled with his fright, one skeletal punch was enough knock him out cold.

What of Aaron, The one thrown behind the pineapple counter. When one sees pineapples and enemies what does one do? Duh. Thug numero dos was pelted with sharp prickly fruit, and skeletal shock was also infecting his mind.

"GODDAMNIT WHAT IS THIS GIRL!"

With a bang the counter had shattered to pieces revealing Jenna huddled on the ground muttering about a bad life, weeping dry tears. Lily, meanwhile had been thrown back by the explosion.

"Skeletons and shizzle, beating on my partners, you're not going to pull this shizzle on me anymore!"

Lily was shell-shocked into silence, her eyes quivering in fear, the skeletons were all too far away, a silent scream came from her mouth, and the explosive hand of the thug descended.

[Mentality 0]

IC:

 

Only a few minutes after getting off the boat, Lij wasted no time in trying to find a place to stay. He made his way down the crowded street with his sister Serina at his heels.

 

"Can you relax Lij? We just got here." Serina said.

 

"I just wanna find a place to stay. Let's stop by the pub and see if they know a place."

 

He noticed the inn since he was down the street, but he noticed from the time he saw it from far away, till the moment he got close to it he hadn't seen one person go in or out. The bar did look run-down though, so it would make some sense for there not to be much business. He got to the door, opened it and immediately saw a guy being robbed from behind.

 

"Hey who are those two? No witnesses should be left alive!!" One of the drunk guys at the table shouted.

 

Three of them ran at Lij and Serina, but were taken out easily without any magic use. The rest of the men stood up from the table and had drawn blades from their pants.

 

"Serina, get ready!" Lij shouted as he and his sister pulled out their daggers.

 

OOC: This was for you Fake if you don't mind

[Silavor 29]

However, before the magic-using thug could reach Lily, he tripped, and his hand hit the floor instead, exploding a small crater and sending dust flying everywhere. The object that tripped the man looked like a tree root, but it was made out of shiny black rock, and so obviously couldn't be a tree root.

Seth wasted no time pondering the meaning of the obsidian root, and instead went straight for the kill. But before Seth could reach the man, a small bump rose out of the ground, tripping Seth and causing him to land on the ground beside the thug. Seth quickly tried to get up, and was thinking of how he'd make some joke about falling for the store owner, when he realized that his wrists and ankles had been shackled to the ground with more obsidian roots. He looked over at the thug, and saw that the same thing had happened to his limbs.

 

Suddenly, a small hole opened up in the ground in front of the thug's face, and Silavor's head popped up through it.

"Who hired you to kidnap me?" He inquired, his voice icy cold, and his expression lacking any emotion.

"No one, we's in it for the money, figured we'd get a ransom off ya. Now lemme go, l'il runt." The thug tried to spit at Silavor, but the saliva failed to properly leave his lips, so it just splashed down onto his chin, where it slowly dribbled down to the floor. Silavor's expression didn't change.

"I said, who hired you to kidnap me?" Small thorn-like spikes began growing out of the roots holding the thug down, piercing into his wrists and ankles like hundreds of poisoned needles.

"Gah, no one, no one, I swear, no one. Jus' lemme go!" The man exclaimed as he squirmed around, desperate to escape the non-relenting roots.

"Who. Hired. You." The thorns grew even longer, growing around the man's bones and coming out on the other side of his skin.

"No one, there's no one, I jus' wanted the monies..." The man was now crying, and firing off small explosions with his palms. He wasn't really thinking through what he was doing; he was just desperate to escape the obsidian roots.

"I need a name. Just give me the name." The thorns, which had pierced all the way through his wrists and ankles, began to swell, and new thorns started growing out of the old ones. Pools of blood were collecting beneath each root, and the man's struggling only made the thorns slice deeper.

"Geh, her name is Summer. Tha's all I know. Tha's all I know! I swear!" Whole rivers were pouring down his face now, and the pools of blood were beginning to look serious. Silavor nodded silently to the thug, then ducked his head back down through the hole. As the hole sealed shut, the man began wailing in panic, thrashing even harder against his bonds, tearing his ankles and wrists even more than before. Seth, however, found that his bonds had slithered away, back into the earth.

"Please, lemme go... lemme go..." The man was whimpering, pleading first with the earth, then with Seth when he realized Seth was standing above him, with his sword hanging just inches above his neck.

"Miss, you might wanna avert your eyes. ...Or if you really are a necromancer, then maybe you don't mind. Either way, it's gonna get ugly," Seth explained to Lily, as he traced the tip of his sword down the man's spine, causing him to squeal in agony as more blood poured out of him.

"Sorry about your shop, by the way. But you see, the boy and I, we're on a mission, and we can't stop, and we definitely can't take prisoners. And if we leave a trail of dead criminals behind us, meh-" Seth shrugged, plunging his sword straight through the spinal cord of the man, near the base of his neck. "Then we'll be making the world a better place." He withdrew his sword from the man's neck, and was about to wipe it with his cloth when he realized the blade had no blood on it. Looking around, Seth could see that the pools of blood, as well as the obsidian roots, were gone. Moreover, no new blood dripped out from the man's butchered limbs, and nothing new came out of the slice he had made down the man's spine, either. Somehow, the man had completely lost all of his blood. It had just vanished.

"Eh, did you do that? The whole 'vanishing blood' thing?" Seth inquired of the young lady, pointing with his dry sword at the red-stained ground near the man's wrist.

[Ellibereth 5]

The seconds passes as a blur. Lily's eyes were closed shut and she only hear shouts, whimpers, and a cold air that seemed to pass the room and then disappear. Eyes peeked through the gaps between the fingers to see thorns, a floating head, and two men tied to the floor. Eyes close. Eyes open again. Head is gone. Thorns are gone. Some guy is talking to here. Some guy stabs the other guy. Some guy asks her a question.

"No...that wasn't me..."

Lily stood up as the skeletons gathered around, almost an imposing circle around Seth. Soon, the female necromancer was all back to normal, a corpse on the floor was nothing unusual, even though this one was not even worth resurrecting. Normal in the sense that she was quite vexed with the ruckus that had gone on.

"And you do THIS to my store and expect to just walk away without paying, or giving, or working off with anything?!? We're missing an entire WALL for Xanatos's sake!"

Lily waved her arms around as she talked, and quickly swept her hands at the fallen thugs.

"And it's not they can do anything about it."

Edited July 6, 2010 by Ellibereth

[Erebus 8]

OoC:

 

If you could remove my character from the list and ignore my only IC post that would be good.

 

This has been my second try at RPing and I just can't get into it, sorry.

 

As

 

 

OOC: Alright if you ever want back in let me know.

 

And Mclenz this probably isn't going to go as you might hope since I need to get this plotline underway before I leave tonight. =)

 

IC: As Hurst looked up to see who was yelling for help and saw a man in his early twenties leaning over a screaming girl. Sighing heavily Hurst started to drag himself off the fountain when he felt a tremor coming from the ground around the fountain. Looking back at the marble statue in the middle of the fountain Hurst watched as the head exploded into a thousand pieces, the bits of marble flying everywhere before a second and much larger explosions rocked the plaza.

 

Hurst flew backwards slamming into the ground once before smashing through the wooden sides of a store, his weight and the concussive force of the explosion shattering the wall's supports. As he flew threw the store Hurst caught the slight scent of fruit before he slammed through the wall on the outside crashing into a stone wall one the other side of the alley before slamming into the ground unconscious.

 

When he awoke his vision was blurred as he lifted his head ever so slightly to look through the large hole and crumpled shop he had flown through. His head hurt, his legs felt as if they had been dragged through a forest of thorns and his back threatened to spasm at any second. But as he watched through the hole in the store he saw what looked like a bright light emanate from the ruins of the fountain, a light so pure and holy he almost felt as if he might be dieing. Joyous laughter filled his ears as the light began to diminish and where the fountain had once stood the angelic figure of what looked like the perfect man stood there. He wore nothing but a simple pair of white shorts, and from him emanated a light that was oddly soothing for Hurst and so he looked up at the man's face which could well have been a statue for their perfect features and as the man looked around he spoke.

 

"Greetings my children." He said, his voice calm, soothing and Hurst noticed through the walls that the people who had arrived on the scene were like him entranced by this mans voice. "Greetings from our one and holy deity. He who guides us. Who gives us the life which we so foolishly think is our right. I come here today to tell you of your sins. The sins against our father, the one and only man who can give and gave us life. For too long you have lived hiding behind the lies of your pagan deities. For too long you have sat complacent as your minds rot within. But no more. For I bring with me the punishment for your sins and now you shall all pay!" By the end of the speech the man's voice had turned harsh and cool and the city guardsmen who had arrived on the scene suddenly lowered their weapons as they regained their minds.

 

"Sir! Surrender yourself into our custody. You are under arrest for the destruction of property not of your own purchase!" One of the guards shouted and the man in the ruins of the fountain looked back at him.

 

"Come and get me then." He said placing his hands palm to palm in front of his chest and closed his eyes so he looked like he was praying. The guard who spoke gestured to the two guards on either side of him and they walked forward with their weapons drawn. When they were ten feet away from the man his eyes shot open and he stared laugh in his pure joyous tones. Throwing his palms apart and pointing them towards the guards he emitted two blasts of light at the guards.

 

The screams of the guards only lasted for a moment as the armor on their bodies melted, their flesh burnt to cinders and in seconds all that remained were charred bones and molten metal. As the bones clattered to the ground a few of the guardsmen shouted and started rushing towards the man but the man just stood their as his laughter grew louder. From him waves of fire began to burst forth, and before his figure was obscured by the swirling flames around him Hurst saw him raise his arms to the sky and shout. "Oh heavenly father! Bring your wrath! Bring your pain! These heretics have lived too long without your wrath so I ask you now; Rain down your fury my lord. Rain it down upon these mortals and let them feel the bite of pain!"

 

As the man spoke Hurst dragged his eyes skyward and he was shocked to see the heavens respond as bolts of fire and light rained down from the sky upon Silamor and the sky grew dark as clouds rushed in. As his struggled to try and pull himself to his feet he heard the first screams from around the city as homes, businesses, temples and even towers along the walls randomly burst into flames. And rising above the chaos of it all was the pure simple laughter of the man, his voice carrying across the entire city as he rained down his destruction.

[Fake 113]

IC: Bryon sighed as he felt the sharp object being pushed more and more into his back.

 

“Give me the money, or I swear I’ll kill you,” The man said behind Bryon. Bryon responded by yawning and as soon as he was about to move a man and a girl came through the door and instantly three men from the bar started to run towards them. With little effort they both managed to dispatch of those three people and Bryon smiled at them. The weapon behind them curved over and he made the steel fall off the hilt. He grabbed the man and sent him flying through the door. His muscles had become exceptionally strong as he had hardened them from battle. He turned around and started to laugh.

 

“I’d suggest you guys back off now, unless you want to become like your friend over there,” Bryon told them. The ground started to shake as Bryon was thrown a little off balance and he could hear the sound of something being destroyed. The ground started shaking more and a few seconds he could hear burning noises. Suddenly lightning struck the building and it was set ablaze.

 

Grabbing the boy and the girl he opened up the Aether plane and he walked out with them at the alleyway that he had used to go into the bar. He looked behind him and heard screams as the building collapsed on top of the men which had previously tried to kill Bryon. He looked at the boy and girl and said, “Come on, we need to go.” He started to run through the Alleyway and saw a man, quite older than him on the floor, bleeding, “Sir, are you okay?” He asked the man.

 

Bryon checked for his pulse and when he found it he picked the man up and started to walk with him towards the town’s famous fountain. As he neared it he saw a short man wearing nothing but white shorts and stopped in his tracks as he saw him attack two guardsmen and turn them into Ash. Instantly he turned and opened up the Aether plane again, “I’d suggest you come with me,” Bryon told them, “And if you want to come I’d suggest you hurry.”

 

 

OOC: Mentality, if you mind the character control just tell me. Same goes for your character Erebus.

[Ellibereth 5]

I Will Be gone for 2-3 weeks. Keep this alive.

YES INDEED GOOD SIR

NO DEATH WILL BEFALL US HERE

UNTIL YOU RETURN

 

WRITING IN HAIKU

IS NOT JUST A SMALL ACTION

BUT A WAY OF LIFE

 

SO WHAT SAY YOU ALL

OF MY VILLAINOUS VERSES

MAY THE SHADOW RISE