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The War of the Ancients.


1) Story
2) Rules
3) Characters
3.1) Humans
3.2) Guardians




"In these dark times..." You hear a voice, old and sounding like in pain. " There can only be those to stand against the evil one. His name shall not be said aloud..." continues the old man, as the scenery reveals that he is on his deathbed in a local hospital. The life preserver hooked into him as you notice his heat beating slowly, and slowing much more. "Please... You have to stop that fiend at all costs." as you see the man fall back onto the bed, a long held beep is alarmed by the preserver, depicting that his heart has stopped. Another man enters the room with a small creature on his shoulder, looking like a Gryphon. The man dressed in white attire, looking like an angel but without the wings. "Your summoned here to assist others here in defeating the evil dark lord of these lands, and vanquish his tyranny." He says as his hand rests upon your shoulder. "You first need a guardian, Once you find one, you must make a blood pact with them, only then you'll be able to unlock their true strength and you'll also be granted abilities from them." the angel says right before a bright flash of light blinds you, placing you back at your home, as if your waking up from a dream. Was it a dream? Or was it a calling?
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The War of the Ancients.


1) Story
2) Rules

3) Characters
3.1) Humans
3.2) Guardians



I have the right to add more rules as I see necessary...
The rules are as follows:

1) This is an Invite only RP, if you want to invite someone else, Tell me and I'll take care of the rest.
2) This is a semi-lit to literate RP so keep it to at least a paragraph per post. If you have writers block, it's alright, you can accommodate for it by using small posts, but dontt make it a habit
3) NO CYBERING! Though Romance is HIGHLY suggested. x3
4) FOLLOW GAIA TOS!
5) PM ME YOUR SKELETONS
6) Disobey ANY of these rules, and I will boot you from this RP. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
7) There isn't a posting order here, BUT I do have a life, so please don't jump ahead of me by ten pages, gimme time to catch up k?
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The War of the Ancients.


1) Story
2) Rules
3) Characters

3.1) Humans
3.2) Guardians




the amount of characters for each person is two humans.
The Character skeletons are as follows. If you want to be a guardian, special request only, WITH limited slots for both.

Humans:

My real name is ______________ (Character name)
I'm known as by those I know ______________ (A nickname)
I've been on this planet for _________ years (Age)
My picture shows me as: _________ (Either picture or description)
My hobbies include:
I am a __________ (Sexuality)
My turn-on's are:
My turn-offs are: (Dislikes)
My history file reads that: (Bio of your character. I don't want "Unknown" or "Revealed throughout the RP" )

Guardians:

My name is ___________
My race is: ___________ (Race, I approve whether or not you keep the race)
My abilities is as follows ___________ (Abilities, describe too with each one.)
If a pact were to be made, the human would share these traits with me: (I determine, Leave blank)
My biography as a guardian is known as _______ (Bio of your character. I don't want "Unknown" or "Revealed throughout the RP" )
My appearance: ________ (Either pic or description)
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The War of the Ancients.


1) Story
2) Rules
3) Characters
3.1) Humans
3.2) Guardians



This is where the Characters go, both human and guardian.

Humans:
Aeros Endeem:
My real name is Keith Solders
I'm known as by those I know just Keith
I've been on this planet for 20 years
My picture shows me as: With my armor
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Without my armor
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My hobbies include: Working on my weapons mastery, as well as my agility
I am a Bi-sexual
My turn-on's are:Good looking beings, Male or Female. proportions
My turn-offs are: Disrespect, arrogance, as well as ignorance.
My history file reads that: I am the only one in my family, alive, that has taken the role of a knight. To protect what is rightfully mine, my life. but even I know, the protector, needs protection from time to time.



Aeros Endeem:
My real name is: Bane Thargar, the Bard
I'm known as by those I know: the king of Bards (A nickname)
I've been on this planet for 20 years
My picture shows me as:
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My hobbies include: Singing about the unknown, the legendary and the virtuous.
My turn-on's are: Those that sing as well as I do.
My turn-offs are: Disrespect, arrogance, as well as ignorance and a poor singing voice.
My history file reads that: My family history is highly known as the bards that bring joy and sorrow, Life and death, Evil and good into the hearts of those who hear our magical songs. Myself, I am one of the more respected bards around in these lands.

The_Nightmare_Knight:
My real name is Lucian Frost
I'm known as by those I know Lucian
I've been on this planet for 19 years
My picture shows me as: Lucian
My hobbies include: Hanging out, drawing, writing, and listening to music.
I am straight
My turn-on's are: Most females, and force.
My turn-offs are: Arrogance, Body hair, gas.
My history file reads that: When I was 16 my dad took me to Rome for my birthday. While we were there we did allot of things. My favorite thing was when I found Cain. At first the evil little puppet controlled and deceived me, many were killed. However we came across another guardian that changed our perspectives on life and fighting, we fought the guardian and lost. From then on Cain promised to help me like I had helped him by setting him free. We are bound to each other and will do anything for one another. We have been together for 3 years and though sometimes his evil gets in the way of things we don't let it affect us.


Akira Jaganshi
My real name is Charlotte Aulim.
I'm known as by those I know as Charlotte. Nothing else, please.
I've been on this planet for twenty-one years.
My picture shows me as: Charlotte
My hobbies include reading and learning about ancient civilizations. I enjoy learning their cultures, mythologies… Everything about them. I take pride in my ability to learn ancient languages, including reading, writing, and speaking them.
I am a bisexual.
My turn-on's are intelligence, mystery, mythological things, and wars.
My turn-offs are idiocy, modern politics, and predictable people/happenings.
My history file reads that I come from a privileged family of military heroes and very successful major corporation owners. My father is a well-respected Brigadier General. My mother runs a major military weapons manufacturer and research facility. I work under my mother as her personal assistant.
My life has been quite easy to this point. There is nothing worth mentioning. I will admit to studying various forms of magic, some dangerous. But nothing has come from it.
I recently read my own Tarot cards. My future doesn’t look so bright, but maybe I read them wrong…


Moon Wynx
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My real name is Lillith Keirse

I'm known as by those I know as Lillith

I've been on this planet for 20 years

My picture shows me as: A tall pale woman with bright red hair. My hair is just long enough to reach the bottom of my breasts. My hair is the color of fresh, non-arterial blood and it has natural streaks of pure white in it. My skin is porcelain-fair and soft as silk. My eyes are almond-shaped and a brown which varies in its intensity from a honey-brown to a brown so dark it could pass for black. My legs are shapely and I have muscular thighs, a woman's hips, and a perfectly round bottom if I do say so myself. My waist is almost as narrow as one of my thighs, and I have slightly defined abbs; I have a two, maybe four pack. I have perky, moderate sized breasts, size B. My shoulders are average, not broad, relatively muscular. I have small hands, and a strong grip. I have an elaborate tattoo of a dragon on my left arm.

My hobbies include: Dancing, fighting, sparring, archery. I also love to learn... Well, only about things I'm interested in.

I am a pan-sexual

My turn-on's are: Being the center of attention, getting better at defending myself, teaching innocents how to defend themselves, a good fight or sparring match, sexual tension, and I'll admit it, I loove being a tease.

My turn-offs are: Wishy-washy people. If you are going to do something, anything, do it with passion, there is no maybe. Weakness, pathetic actions. People who use pity as a tool for manipulation.

My history file reads that: I was raised in the city, where I was always warned of the dangers of being unprotected. My parents own the local inn, and I will inherit it one day. Me and my younger sister grew up helping out around the inn, and one day, I will inherit it. (hopefully not too soon) My father taught me how to fight when I was a teenager and had somewhat of a close call. I've never bought into the whole being a woman so I must be helpless thing. That only makes me prey to men to seem to think that might can get them whatever they want. Recently, the darker mystical energies of the land have subtlety intensified, and I was able to sense it. I kind of wigged her out so I have been independently researching mystical energy and how to sense, and possibly control it, or at least effect it in some way. I suck at it. Sometimes I think I am sensing something, but when I trust the sense it turns out to be nothing, and when I ignore it is when the s**t goes down. I may just be psyching myself out. My weapons of choice are my trusty old sias (which I usually keep tucked into my boots, and if not them, my belt), not some indeterminate hocus pocus.



Guardians:

Aeros Endeem:
My name is Angar.
My race is: Dragon
My age is 973 Dragon years (1 dragon year = 10 human years)
My abilities is as follows:
Polymorphing: Morph into the assumed race of a subject, has to see it first before assume the physical features.

Reflective scales: Magic and spells are deemed useless against this beast for three hours per cast.

Thicken hide: Natural skin/hide becomes impervious to piercing and slashing weapons for one hour per cast.

flame breath: Fire breathing

Flame manipulation: Manipulates flame of his creation and wild fires.

If a pact were to be made, the human would share these traits with me:
Thicken Hide, flame manipulation, reflective scales

My biography as a guardian is known as: As old as he is, Angar has been through alot in his time. He's been chosen by the gods to be a guardian to one who seeks it.

My appearance:User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.

Yunmei:
My name is Marcello
My race is: water nymph
My abilities is as follows:
Water arrow: Releases long thin arrows of water.
Barrier: Creates a thin barrier of water, does not work against strong physical blows or electronic attacks. Works well against fire.
Heal: Can heal small wounds and hasten the recovery of burn wounds.
Morph: Can hide his inhuman features if needed.
If a pact were to be made, the human would share these traits with me:
Water Arrow, heal, barrier.

My biography as a guardian is known as: A rather curious young nymph, 'Cello' has spent a majority of his life in the 'service' of an Italian priest. He found himself chosen to the be a guardian on the eve of the priest's death. He does not like the idea all too much but will deal with it.

He is a rather bratty boy, though he is rather clever and has a spotty albeit varied knowledge of mythology. He is what he would like to call a pacifist, not liking to get involved in unnecessary combat. Henceforth he does not seem to think highly of the other guardians. He does not like being mistaken for a girl.
My appearance: 'Cello'

The_Nightmare_Knight:
My name is Cain
My race is: Living Doll
My abilities is as follows:
*Dance of Bones-Allows him to use his bones as a weapon and control them to the full extent of his power.

*Devouring Miasma- Creates a cloud of insects that swarm and devour the targets if they come within range of the cloud which covers a 50ft radius. The insects are fire resistant.

*Razor Wire- Subject pulls wires from the air or from around the body. The wires are under full control of the summoner. They are as sharp as razor blades and can slice through katana blades. The wires are 75ft long.

*Hemomancy- Control over blood. Can make the blood harden into piercing weapons or shields.

If a pact were to be made, the human would share these traits with me:
Hemomancy, Dance of bones, Devouring Miasma

My biography as a guardian is known as the living puppet. Years ago a man created a puppet as a substitution for the child he could not have. One day a red wizard visited the creator of the puppet and told the man he could make the puppet into a real child.
Without hesitation the puppet maker agreed. Little did he know the Wizard imbued the puppet with a piece of the soul which belong to the Morning Star Lucifer himself. When the puppet came to life he slaughtered his creator and devoured his soul. After much soul devouring and chaos the puppet mellowed out only to become a solid statue. The red wizard visited the site and declared "Puppet! You have slain your family, my own, and many others. You cannot be appeased, therefore you are now bound to stone until the day a human will wield your mark. If you slay this human his soul will turn you once more into stone this time for forever" and with that the puppet sat in stone waiting. Years passed and the puppet was set free after a young human named Lucian came a crossed him and set the doll free. The doll gave the human his life in return for freedom, though the two often clash with their different personalities both have become close friends and will do anything for each other.
My appearance:

Raziel Safrin:
My name is: Charnel (To the masses, he is known as the Fiend in Rags and Tatters)

My race is: Aspect of Darkness

My abilities are as follows:
(Human Form)
-Minor Levitation

-Eerie Aura- Essentially, the Eerie Aura is pervasive. Anywhere he goes, anything around him gets the feeling that something is distinctly wrong. It manifests in a number of ways, ranging from a slight cold breeze all the way up to hallucinating the sound of scuttling all around.

-Lesser Claws- Three inch claws.

(Monster Form)
-Hellish speed: He is constantly juddering and shaking unnaturally, as though experiencing a standing and moving grand mal seizure. However, while he moves fast, he cannot attack yet. Immediately before he is able to strikes, he must stop moving and stand stock still for a moment, grinning wolfishly. This unlocks the true beast within, the Aspect of Violent and Painful Death. At top speed, he can move faster than the eye can follow, but only in short bursts of about thirty steps. After doing this, he is extremely tired.

-Bestial Claws- Foot-long razor edged talons.

-Hellish Strength- Can lift a metric Ton, more if the people around him are terrified.

-Hellish Aura- Everything around him takes on a more violent aspect, becoming bloody and stinking of gore, with the sound of agonized, dying screams in the background, pigs squealing, and the sound of blades being sharpened. Once he has departed or returned to his normal self, the effect fades after a few minutes.

(Both)
-Murderous Regeneration- If he kills someone, he can claim their body as his. If he loses a limb, he can call another from the void, as long as he has removed one from another being. Amputation has the same result, and thus he can replenish his stock in combat as well. ONLY works if he has removed the limb or organ.

-Specialty- Producing fear, and killing in a vicious, painful fashion.

If a pact were to be made, the human would share these traits with me:

My biography as a guardian: Essentially, he was once a human who came to the world without a guardian. When he arrived, he soon found himself hopelessly outclassed by the plane’s residents, and he was quickly and brutally murdered, his body torn to shreds. As his soul plummeted towards the abyss, he called out with a wretched fury for a chance to take his vengeance, and Death answered. Giving him a small portion of his power, the man became a monster and an aspect of Death: Pain and Violence. However, the power given him was quite limited in scope, and so Death gave him a quest first: to unlock his true power, he had to first learn how to preserve life as well as end it. To release his power, he was required to first locate a human and form a pact with them, then preserve their life until Death deemed it time for him to rise as a full Aspect of Darkness.

My appearance: In his human form, he appears to be a lean, pale young man wearing a shredded and bloody cloak. He has long crimson hair, and black eyes with red irises. His teeth are sharpened to points. Beneath the cloak is a body covered in scars, tatters of his old human form. He wears no shoes, and he always floats several inches off the ground. However, he can walk if he so desires.

His monstrous form is a hellish vision of destruction: it has a snout like an alligator, but the snout splits into four segments to allow a wider bite. Each segment has its own tongue, and dozens of back-facing, shark-like teeth. His torso is heavily muscled, and it appears to nothing but muscle and bone, with no flesh covering it. It has long, cruel spines all down its back, barbed and serrated wickedly. Its arms are grotesquely long, thick, and powerful, with foot long grasping claws at the end of each finger. The inner joints of the fingers are also clawed, but are much smaller and face inward, so that when he grabs something, it does not escape without either his permission, or losing a large hunk of itself. Its feet have curved Velociraptor-like claws, and smaller claws on the lesser toes. Its whole body constantly shivers gruesomely, leaking blood with each twitch and quiver.


-THE LAST IMMORTAL-
-Name- Zeth Blackheart
-Race- Human
-Age- 23
-Gender- Male
-Weapon/s- Shuriken, Kunai, Colt 45,
-Abilties- Cloning, Earth Bending, Ninjitsu
-Background-Growing Up in A big city, life was harsh, But With his close Friend. Zeth and Ashley Taught each other different things, Techniques. They both Had been outcasts due to their “marks” Of which either was unaware of its means until the Immortals showed up.
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Guardian
-Name- Crone
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((I hereby declare this RP, OPEN!!))

The knight, looking around slightly as he wanders around in the woods. Making himself accomidated with his surroundings. Stopping every so often so that he'd inspect the area, which differs often from stop to stop. At one stop, he spots a cave that intrigues himself. Upon seeing it, he approaches the mouth of the cave as he peeks in, only seeing the darkness.

In a tavern in the nearby town, Bane Thargar, the Bard King, strums his acoustic guitar with a melody of notes, humming in the same tone. His voice carries out across the room as passing people drop coins into his hat that he placed before him on the floor. The aura around him seems a bit, authoritive, like he commands the locals that are nearby. When really, his influence is what makes the people choose.
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((Hmm... Entirely too idyllic... Let's get a little insane-in-the-membrane!))

Suddenly, a chorus of screams erupts from outside the tavern. A thick wash of blood splatters the window of the tavern, and sinister, guttural hiss of laughter is heard outside, and the unison of shrieks grows higher then ends abruptly with a hideous rattle. All throughout the tavern, the sound of scuttling insects is heard, but none are visible to the naked eye. The door slowly opens, and a pale young man slides into view, one of his arms coated in congealing blood. He grins madly, then flicks his wrist toward the king. A blood-drenched golden coin of a high denomination sailed through the air, rotating twice before landing tails up in Bane's hat. The youth, looking no older than eighteen, hovered in place, disconcertingly floating a few inches above the ground. His head and shoulders hunched forward slightly, and his black eyes were only illuminated by an interminable circle of red around the pupil. He continued to grin, and his jaw moved only slightly, a voice that was hellishly beautiful slipping from between the pointed teeth like a blade tearing a new home into eager flesh.

"Please, Bard King, continue. I meant no disrespect in providing my own chorus..."
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When the chorus of screams erupt from outside of the tavern, the enticing music abruptly stops as the Bard looks to the window for a moment before it gets covered in a red liquid that many know of is blood. Soon, a lad steps inside, looking rather, mad perhaps? Seeing the lad with a bloody arm, flicking a bloody coin his way, landing in his hat tails up. Watching his actions and movements, Bane simply strums again on his guitar just before the beautiful male voice entices him to continue. With a smirk, the bard king grins slightly as he replies in a joking manner. "How can I continue if your killing off my audience?" He strums his guitar strings again as he let's out a hum that harmonizes with the strum.
Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thum tha-thump
The sound of a heart racing pounded in Charlotte's ears. It was her own heart working too hard, the result of her panicked running. But she had to get away, had to find someone who could help her.
Light! Lights ahead! A tavern!
The sight of the building gave her only minimal relief as she continued as fast as her legs would carry her to it. Her panic began to rise, however, as she felt her adrenaline rush beginning to fade and fatigue taking over. She rapidly began to slow down, her legs rebelling against her. She was so close now though, she couldn't stop.
Charlotte nearly blacked out when suddenly her bare foot hit something warm, soft, and moist. She went down and landed on something of similar feel. Groggy, head pounding, she slowly lifted her upper body up and looked at what she'd landed on. Her stomach heaved and she nearly threw up at the sight; a fresh corpse of a man's upper body, everything from the waist down having been seemingly torn off. Charlotte had landed on his chest and slipped into his guts, or so it felt like. She couldn't tell not that she'd crushed them.
Slowly, like a traumatized child, she rose to her feet. However, the shock wore off slightly, to the point where Charlotte's emotions completely shut off, her mind now only concerned with getting her inside the tavern. Her steps were slow, but she reached her destination at last, pushing the door open as she stepped inside.
Charlotte didn't look at anyone, didn't see anything. Her gaze was forward, but her eyes were empty. No expression was seen on her face. She stopped just inside and simply stood staring at nothing; a macabre sight of blood and gore, her body covered from head to toe with both, clothes torn to shreds with a shoe missing from her left foot.
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Charnel continued to grin, his body shivering as a soft, hideous laugh came from the barely parted fangs.

"I've only killed six. There's plenty of people left. And even if they were to go, I would still be here. And I know how your line is with honor: You never disappoint an audience..."

Charnel then lowered himself onto a chair, facing the bard, and checked the time. He had done everything right up til now. All that remained was to wait... Several minutes later, a young woman entered the tavern with a look of shock on her face that Charnel knew well. He turned his head slowly to face her, noticing the blood soaking her body. It all seemed to be from the mess outside, but details were a specialty of his; he could see the the blood around her hands and face were more dried than the rest. Also, the cold, empty look in her eyes told him all he needed to know about her situation: attempted rape, and excessive, irrational self defense. She had the look of a freshly born killer... Charnel quickly rose to his feet, and pulled a second cloak out from under his primary one. This one was remarkably clean, as he pulled it with his unsoiled hand, and he moved over to her and draped it around her shoulder. He gestured to a chair, and pulled it out so she could sit down. His voice slithered into her ears and hers alone, malevolent, dark, but strangely beautiful. It sounded like absinthe and cyanide, sweet and intoxicating, but cold and deadly at the same time...

I have been waiting for you for a long time, Charlotte. Come, sit down, listen to the bard play; we have much to talk about...
Charlotte visibly flinched when Charnel put the cloak around her. Her honey eyes shot up to look at him, an expression one might describe as that of a wild, cornered animal in them. She looked the part of a psychotic just escaped from the mental ward. Her body burst out into uncontrollable tremors, her legs locked in place as she stared up at Charnel. She didn't know he had spoken in her mind. All she registered was a voice and the words they spoke.
It took Charlotte several moments before she finally sat down. Her eyes stayed locked on Charnel's face, not trusting him. She barely even blinked. Her body was still shaking and her eyes were the only expressive part of her body. Her sense hadn't returned to her yet, otherwise her better judgment would've told her that Charnel was nothing but trouble and to get away from him. She was, however, still traumatized at the moment.
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Seeing the girl enter the tavern, shocked, truamatized, covered in blood. Seeing that she met with the killer's dying fans, he simply grins inside his head. Watchng the situation unfold before his eyes, Bane strums his guitar again as he starts a song, a song of calming, comfort, relaxation. Soon his words begin to fill the room with sweet harmonization. Singing his Song.
((The music is this, the lyrical beat is SIMMILAR.))

Now you all know
The bards' and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
but now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bard's song.

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No-one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away
the fear of today
It will be gone
Due to our magic songs

There's only one song
Left, in my mind
Tales of a Dragon
Who lives far from here
Now the bard's songs are over
and it's time to leave
No-one should ask you the name of the one
Who tells the story

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No-one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow, all will be known
and your not alone
so don't be afraid of the dark and cold
cause the bard's songs will remain
they all will remain

In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind
These songs of hobbits, dawrves and men
and elves come close your eyes
you can see them too....
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((Nice song Aeros!!! Way to go! Did you write that?))

Charnel's ears pricked up, listening to the song the Bard played. He heard the melody, and smiled. Just as Charnel had been told, the song filled the air. It was confusing to him about how accurate He could be with His predictions. The girl, the song, the bloody golden coin... However, that was all the advice his Master had given him, and the rest was his to discover. Charnel continued to listen for a moment, then refocused his attention on the girl. His shark-like eyes locked onto hers, red pupils gleaming in the tavern's dim light. He reached into his tattered cloak, and slowly pulled forth a long and bloody dagger, which he kept within the cloak so that only she could see it. His eyes never moved from hers, seeming to hold her in place.

I know what happened to you. I know what they tried to do to you. And more than anything else, I know what you did to them. Don't be afraid; I'm not going to turn you in. In fact, I want to help you. Did you notice my welcome mat outside?


His lips parted for the first time, revealing rows of long, thin, sharp teeth, like knitting needles. His voice continued in her head, though his jaw did not move. If her senses had returned, she would doubtless notice something unusual about the ability to talk without moving.

I made that just for you, you know. Would you like to know why?

The eyes never moved, never blinked. They simply watched, floating like two drops of blood in midair, boring black holes into her very soul.
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(Yes and no. It isn't MY creation, It's "The bard's song" By blind guardian, BUT I edited it a bit so that it has my little twist to it. ^^)

After finishing the song, Bane rises from his seat, leaving the guitar on his seat. He strolls to the bar as a woman approaches him from the other side of the counter. The woman is rather light build, about late teens, dark brown hair, fierce blue eyes and always a happy girl. "What can I get you Bane?"
The bard king leans on the counter as he looks to the girl with a smile. "Get me your finest Dragonfruit wine." He says in a calm manner. "I'll buy a bottle for the road as well as a drink for here." After a moment, the waitress pulls out a clear wine glass bottle, also pulling out a slender wine glass. "So is it true..?" The girl asks curiously. "About this so-called Dragon?"
With a grin as he sees her place the glass before him, pouring the wine into the glass until it is half full. "Bard's only sing about the truth. There indeed is a dragon that lives far from here. A dragon of the olden times, When Eden ruled, before our generation, before our time..." The girl smiles as she re-corks the wine bottle as she pulls out a new one, placing it by the glass. "Don't worry about paymet hon, this is on me." The girl says with a wink. "On the contrary, I should pay for such wonderous drinks I asked for."
"Ah, but you brought so many people here with your astounding music, so it's only fitting to present these to you as a token of my gratitude."
"Oh, touche. I humbly thank you." The bard king says with a slight nod, like a bow. Taking a sip of the wine from his glass, he takes both of them and places the bottle in his pack, then the glass on the table next to his seat. Picking up his guitar, he sits back down onto his chair. He strums the strings lightly as he hums again, filling the room with the wonderous music again. Soon, his hands begin to pick and strum to a simillar tune like he did before, but in a lower tone. No singing, but the music alone can send anyone who willingly listens to a state of calming, relaxation, enjoyment. It certainly is enjoyed by the bard king himself.

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