Cthrag Yaska and the Cthrag Sardius [O//F]

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x x x ℐ n s p i r a t i o n : David Edding's Malloreon
x x x ₮ h e m e : Fantasy - Adventure - Action
x x x § o n g : Freedom Battle - Michael W. Smith
x x x ℭ r e a t o r : PhantomHoofbeats
x x x § t a t u s : Open/Full
x x x § l o t s f r e e :

The King - The Queen
The Grandfather - The Shapeshifter
The Sorcerer - The Sorceress
The Thief - The Spy

x x x ℒ i n k (s) : Profiles and OOC

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₮ he Emperor's infant son has been kidnapped from his crib and he is not happy at all along with his distraught wife. It takes all of his grandfather's willpower to stop him from tearing the whole world apart to have him returned. At first, no one knows how or why the Crown Prince was taken but all they know is that he is still alive. It is not long before they hear the truth. His son is to be used in a sacrifice, the key to the victory or darkness.

Ħ is grandfather finally reveals to him the new role the king must play. Since the beginning of time and even before the creation of the gods, two Prophecies have been at war. Through time they passes silently, never having a direction confrontation or the whole universe would collapse under their weight. Thus, there are two beings who are chosen to be the vassals of their power: The Child of Light, and the Child of Dark. The one who stole the infant is the Child of Dark who plans to destroy the only child of their enemy, the Child of Light. To say the least, he is not happy at all about this but his wife even more angry. To stop the victory of the Dark Prophecy, he must travel to the destined meeting place and defeat his foe. The only problem is, no one knows where that is.

§ o, the king sets out with a party that the little 'voice' in his head commands must come along. The little 'voice' is no one else but the Light Prophecy itself acting through its vassal. With his comrades by his side, dodging the forces of his enemies, he goes in search of his son. The only problem is, he isn't the only king out there. He has enemies as well as allies beneath him [whom he rules over... 'Overlord' is a better term then 'Emperor']. These kings are not the brightest of men; if you know what I mean. They're smart but think they will help their ruler by destroying everything in their way. Thus, the Child of Dark incites the other countries to war against them. How is this bad? Our travelers have to go through this war zone where every single human being wants to capture them. Even being a sorcerer doesn't help all the time.

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Rules

They're always the same... just to make this short and sweet, I'll skip over everything we already know, alright? Things I want to point out:


➔ Everyone who joined wanted to RP! Don't leave them out or be mean to them! It's alright to criticize but don't over do it or be harsh about it!

➔ This is set in a more medieval setting and sorcery can be used. Don't over do it, please! I don't like god-modding. Only those specified can use it!!

➔ Yes the good ol' cybering issue. Gaia doesn't like it so please time skip or take it else where. We won't be after you if you decide to take it to PMs.

➔ Respect everyone else's limits and wishes. If someone doesn't like say, blood and gore, homosexuality, religious affiliations, please tell us so we can keep that in mind.

➔ This is based off of a series. You don't need to have read it to participate. If you have, the better! But, remember, it's not exact at all.

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The King - This young man goes by many names. Emperor, Overlord, Father, Husband. He is thought to be the second most powerful man in the world and the wisest of Kings. He only has one son and his wife, his queen, was someone he had no choice in marrying. The problem is, he isn't the smartest of folk and struggles with concepts most people understand. He is a powerful sorcerer. His grandfather is truly is great-great-great-etc. grandfather by trying to figure out just how many is an insult to the old man.

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The Queen - She is the princess of a neighboring kingdom who was forced to marry the Emperor. She could only give birth to one child and is extremely protect of him - until he was stolen beneath her nose. She is known to have quite the temper - and making her husband's life miserable.

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The Grandfather - Also known as the Eternal Man. He has lived for about seven thousand years and is the most powerful sorcerer in existence. He swears he doesn't look a day of it and many couldn't argue. He may be ancient but many wouldn't know. One thing everyone knows, don't make him angry or make fun of his age. He uses it to make any man wet his pants. His master is one of the seven gods but he also has a tendency to be a pervert.

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The Shapeshifter - The Grandfather's wife. She was originally a wolf until she saw him transform and decided to try it for herself. She is brilliant in mind and loves to torment her much older husband. The Child of Dark also seems to have a deep fear of this woman.

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The Sorcerer - The sorceress' husband. He's knew to it and only as old as any normal human. His powers were come upon accidentally when he and she got married. He is still learning and prefers to work with his own two hands. He hates any form of violence and will do anything to stop it.

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The Sorceress - The King's distant aunt and daughter of the Grandfather and the Shapeshifter. She's only about four thousand years old. She is the most powerful sorceress around and not one to be reckoned with in any situation. She has a temper but her anger is not taken out in the same way. She loves taking on the form of a snowy owl.

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The Thief - This man is one of the King's best friends. He has a tendency to be a cheat as well as being and amazing business man. He is also a spy and assassin with his skills paralleled by only one other person. He loves to drink and almost anything can be made into a joke by him. He and the Grandfather can't get along for anything.

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The Spy - She is the best of the best in the King's Spy network. She is very beautiful and uses this to her advantage. She can get almost everything she wants and knows almost everything about everything. She loves to torment the thief and will do anything to get to him. The truth is, she is deeply in love with him and tries to seduce him at every opportunity.

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I've been gone for awhile, you see. Since I don't feeling the mood for asking, I'll take a look here to see what I've missed. I'm counting on Phantom to update it daily at least.

Event one:

The Child of Dark - who currently has no name - has snuck into the citadel at Riva to take the young heir, Geran. His mother, Endellion has just found out.

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Our story begins and this is the world:

Year: 7876

Season: Summer

Time of Day: Nearing Noon

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Location: Island of Riva [Check map below]

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Skeleton

PM them to me and put the position you want in the subject.

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Map of the World

So you know where you are and want to go

The Will and Word

To remove any confusion, I shall try to explain sorcery as well as I can. Even the oldest of sorcerers cannot explain where it comes from, not even the gods. It is believed to originate from anger; the user feeling compelled to do something impossible. However, though things can be created, nothing can be undone. If one says 'be not' they themselves will be destroyed completely and not that which they tried to destroy. Controlling weather is also something many are forbidden to do. The natural patterns of the world can be disrupted and not able to be undone. Only those with much experience and knowledge of the world can do it.

To the basics, Sorcery is the 'will and word'. A sorcerer must gather their 'will' around them, the stronger their will the stronger the sorcerer. It is possible for two sorcerers to combine their wills for a more powerful blast. However, gathering in one's will causes a sound like a massive wind or storm to other's with the ability. The harder the task, the louder the sound. It is not able to be heard by normal humans. Also, it takes us much energy to do a task using sorcery as it is for someone to do it with their own two hands. Sorcery is in ways limitless for if someone has the knowledge and strength to do it, they can. Take on a different form, project their image across the world, read thoughts, create a barrier, etc.

There is magic but that is the summoning of demons. This is more or less a forbidden art where a magician summons a demon and controls it by placing an illusion over it. Sorcerers can do it as well but do not for only a god can return a demon to the confines of hell. They cannot be killed.

The Orb of Aldur and the Sardion

For more information, look to my first post.

The Orb and the Sardion are two parts of one whole; except, the two are complete opposites. Each are enormously powerful since they are the tools of the warring Prophecies. They have minds of their own along with a deep hatred for the other. The Orb has a child like mind and doesn't grasp concepts easily while its pair has amazing intelligence and cunning. Both will only allow certain people to touch them. As for the Orb, only the Rivan King and his heirs can touch it. The Sardion, what ever it pleases. Though both are similar in size and shape, the Orb usually has a soft blue radiance that changes whenever its moods do. It doesn't really speak in the way humans can but into the minds of others with pictures and feelings. Only the King does he usually do this to - sometimes the other sorcerers. Not much is know about the Sardion except it is the essence of the meaning 'evil'. It is believed to be a dark red color and over two feet big while the Orb can fit in someone's palm. No one knows for sure, though.

They are also known as the Cthrag Yaska [the Orb] and the Cthrag Sardius [the Sardion]

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Accepting!

Below is the longest post I've ever written. I sincerely hope it doesn't scare people away... I've had it happen before. gonk

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⇘ ⇘ ⇘xx.QueenxEndellionxGlyndŵr
THE QUEEN OF RIVAxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx



When I look up at the sky
The stars, see, are sparkling
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x☆xAt the beginning of days, the world was spun out of the darkness by seven gods, and they also created beasts and fowls, serpents and fishes, and lastly man. Each god took upon himself a different race of man, being lord over them. Even their father, the god UL who took no part in this creation took men to be his people.

One god, however, kept to himself, going into seclusion to study the world of their creation. Over time, this secluded god, Aldur, took a stone into his hands that fell from the very heavens and from it he spun the greatest forces of the universe. In this stone, soon to be known as the Orb of Aldur, was the essence of the universe itself and its very power. However, it was only half.

In the beginning, one stone existed until it was broken, both pieces falling to the eternally warring prophecies. One fell to the Child of Dark and the other of Light. The stone found by the god Aldur was none other than this very stone destined for this fated Child of Light. His brother, Torak, began to yearn for the Orb, coveting it. In secret, he came upon his brother and struck him down, stealing the Orb. The Orb would not tolerate his touch, its ancient mind angered by it. In its rage, it struck the god, splitting the world in two while maiming him eternally. Still, he kept his prize, hiding from his brothers and father.

Centuries upon centuries passed and the student of Aldur, a sorcerer named Haine took the sons of the god Belar’s people to take back the Orb. While the great, maimed god slept, they took back the Orb but only the purest of hearts could touch it. This, only one man could take, the son of the Cherek King. When he touched it, a silvery scar rested upon his palm. Thus, after they had escaped, he and his offspring became the guardians of the Orb and Overlords of the entire Western continent. The Eastern was ruled by Torak, the maimed god infuriated by his loss.

It was only centuries later that the line of the original Rivan Kings, the guardians of the Orb, were thought to be dead. However, Haine and his daughter brought forth the lost son of the Rivan Kings. It was he who took the Orb and struck down the god, the Child of Dark, for it was he who was the Child of Light. With this triumph, the Dark Prophecy fled into the void of the universe.

All was thought to be well, but no, the ancient tomes that lay throughout the world placed there by the Prophecies in the ancient times, spoke of another meeting. The destruction of the god had not destroyed the Prophecy for the meeting was not the last. No, there was another, a Child of Dark possessed by the Dark Prophecy. The Child of Light once more had to fight to ensure the victory of the Light Prophecy that dwelt within him. However, his son was taken to be used as a sacrifice in the final meeting. Only will time tell them that once the two halves of the stone are placed in his hands will he become the new god of the world that not even the father of the gods, UL, could surpass. He will no longer be his son but a cruel and terrible ruler. The Child of Dark in victory will become his bride. This is the fate of the world if they are to lose.

No, it was not long after the Crown Prince was abducted that our story begins. Upon the tiny isle of Riva, things are beginning to stir. The only reason they were, were for two reasons: the Orb of Aldur was first to know, sensing the presence of the Child of Dark. However, it was the child’s mother that raised the, uh, alarm.

It was early morning and a chill wind had swept over the isle of Riva. The sky was a crisp blue though off to the distance, great, gray clouds had begun to gather. There was a threat of a summer storm though the strangely cool weather forced the gray-clad Rivans to garb themselves warmly and look to the towering citadel that overlooked them. For, it was here that a meeting of the Alorn kings has been called. The Alorns were the group of countries situated at the northern end of the western continent. It is the god Belar that choose these people as his own. As the Overlord of the West, he had been placed in charge of the meeting that took place once a year. It was now that a silent woman used this to her advantage and snuck inside of the citadel.

Unawares, the tiny Rivan queen swept down the great stone corridors of the looming citadel. She had always hated the place, being too cold and damp for the girl. She had been born and raised on the main continent, the warm lush continent that never saw snow where she came from. Here, now that it was summer, there was a distinct chill in the air. The waves that crashed upon the rocks were a dull gray to match the sky above. The people matched this world with their uniform homes and gray attire. However, inside their homes were festive, warm, and beautiful. The Rivans had a profound love of music and art. She found it a strange combination but never said anything about it. No, she still didn't like it all that much. She still had a love for it, though. It was her home.

So, now, she walked calmly with her eyes looking out at the coast every time she passed a window. She was hoping to go to her home country this year but her husband was always so busy it infuriated her. She knew he had so many responsibilities because of his post but she couldn't help but feel possessive. The only one who always had time for her was her tiny son, Gayan. He was only a few weeks old but the body she had gained once more had returned to its natural shape. Being as small as she was, it was a shock to the Healers, really.

Not long after, a maid appeared before her with an anxious look on her face. Endellion side-stepped her with an expression that showed all too well that she didn't want to be interrupted. She was more than intent on seeing her baby, not thinking about why the maid was chasing after her, trying to tell her not to go.

However, when she reached the nursery, she found the crib in which he slept hidden by the form of a cloaked woman. She couldn’t see her face but this stranger turned towards the shocked queen with a smirk just visible on her shaded face. In her arms she clutched the form of her sniveling son.

“Good morning, your Highness,” the rich-voiced woman said with a bow. Her voice was full of mockery and laughter. She had been victorious and wanted nothing more than to flaunt it in her face. “I think you should tell your husband that his son has been stolen and that this little heir will he never see again.” With a cackle of laughter, she disappeared before Endellion could so much as take a step forward.

It had been nothing but an illusion but how would she know that? No, she screamed, pulling at her crimson locks with tears streaming down her cheeks. The maid struggled to subdue her, to stop her from bursting in on this important meeting but she would hear nothing of it. She pulled away and ran as quickly as she could down the halls with her emerald dress flapping around her. She had to push her way past the alarmed guards guarding the doors of the throne room.

The first thing she saw was the unhappily glowing Orb of Aldur whose usual color of blue had turned a dull red. It rested above the throne in the pommel of a sword unhung upon the wall. She knew why it was in a foul almost angry mood but put no more thought to it. Instead, stepping through, she ran full pelt down the long aisle and jumped into the arms of her husband. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, crying and unable to speak. She refused to let go of him as the Alorn kings looked at her in a baffled silence. “H-He’s gone!” she half sobbed, have screamed at him.

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Each giving off its own light
Like the people on this planet

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