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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 12:31 am
[This is Canas' old account. He is reviving his old RP.]
Storyline
This takes place after the Last Event. It has been rather quiet in Leariana for a while. People going about their daily routines, new love lives, school, jobs. But the FEF remained strong and stalwart, attending to their duties as they always had. With the peace now settled over the country, little would many of them thing much of Canas' disappearance from their midst. He seemed to be, after all, a rather ambiguous traveler anyways, always moving, or rather tripping, forward in pursuit of knowledge. It has been a month since that day that the beloved wielder of Ancient magics left them. Life continues. But little do they know that a new abomination freely roams the earth.
What is this abomination?
Well... Its one of them....
Join at your leisure to be part of this.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 8:46 am
A silent woman with black hair and a purple haired boy, In almost a replication of hugh stood in the market. The boy helped his mother carry the items that they were buying. However, there was something odd about this pair. Both of them had eyes of pure gold and neither were smiling. They had stark and emotionless masks on their faces. Covered in dark vestige, They continued their shopping.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 9:05 am
Joshua walked through the marketplace street looking for something to do perferbly gambeling based. "Hmm maybe I should join the gaurd." He thought as he passed a whistleing man with green hair. As he walked he noticed a mother and son shopping looking at them for some reason he got the shivers. It was probably the fact that they held no emotion at all and seemed.... as if they were completeing a task. He quickly looked away from them and continued his walk pulling a coin from his pocket he tossed it up in the air catching it as it came down.
Jaren loved the market... mostly due to the fact that he loved spending money.. Usually on stuff he didnt need and ended up somewhere on the floor. He was whistling when he noticed something that caught his eye. "Another swordsmaster!" He gasped. "But whats with the hat?" Board and haveing nothing todo he followed the man down the street stalking him really.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:20 am
Down at the local pub, John was getting himself tanked to suppress what he found that night so long ago. "Oy! Barkeep bring me another one!" he hiccuped as he fell on the floor and passed out.
Lily walked down the happy lil sidewalk while she was looking for something to eat for herself. "Ooo apples no, Pears? Nahh. Oo mango sounds good." as she made up her mind she passed by two enigmatic figures. "Hmmm whats going on around here." she thought to her self.
[He quit the guild.]
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:06 pm
 
The man reached up to rub at his eyes with one curled fist, to banish soreness and sleep deprivation; his arms reaching skyward then falling as he stifled a yawn, containing it in his maw behind pursed lips. It seemed that everything seemed to come in with better focus now. The sunlight was getting fierce, and after coming out of the darkness of the terraced house and into the more open streets, the mans eyes were sensitive to its light; he turned his face away from the glare quickly. After a moment of adjusting, brushing one spread fingered hand through the wet, soft hair of his rufous mane, he hastened back though town, slipping into the darker shadows cast by the buildings along the block, his long distinctively purple cloak trailing behind him, that hid the clean darker robes underneath. Looking up, he noticed that the way the sun fell upon the houses made the building light up like a torch all the way down to the second floor, but cast the rest of the street into a dismal darkness. It was as much the buildings height, as well as the way the heavily forested stony slopes of mountains that rose up farther inland, that caused shadows to lay about the place.
Early afternoons shadow seemed to lend extra mystique to the tall, delicately designed buildings, and as the man passed through the darkness they cast, he found himself admiring them and the hand that created their shapes with a distant, desperate kind of sadness. His thoughts rested on what he was going to do next for his boredom walk throughout Eyris. As he stalked slowly through the streets, he tore his thoughts away from his miserable future, and turned them to his next actions for the day. He figured he would check the tavern for information on FEF's actions. After all, He had not been back for a month. He was, after all, Canas, the clumsy magic user of FEF. On his way down the street, since it had been a nice day, he saw the rush of men and women and children, scuttling along the streets, hurrying off to do their daily chores - the farmers to their fields, the city officials to their offices, the merchants to their stalls in the Market. But here in the middle of the night their was little movement.
At one of the cross sections he stopped, glancing up and down the cobblestone boulevard that would take him one way to the tavern, and the other way the direction of the Docks. Where would he go? It wasn't like he had anything specific in mind to occupy his time. There was plenty to do in the city, but even for him, much of it wasn't fun if you were by yourself. Slowly he brought his hand to his chin, rubbing it carelessly. He could go to the waterfront, but what would he do? His fishing pole had broken weeks ago and he didn't bother looking for one because the effort itself would waste his day, something he dare not do. There was always, he supposed, the library. He could spend time in its marbled halls and marvel at the wonder of architecture it was. And there was always the Docks, he supposed, even though they were likely empty. And he surmised that, if he was feeling rather ambiguous, he could head out to the Mercenaries Guild to see what he could find. Or he could find a nice bed at the Tavern and sleep for the rest of the day. Yes, that sounded lovely.
Despite his impulse to be lazy, He knew that it was no time for him to get any R and R. He had come here for a reason, and he could not be stopped by FEF members that would recognize him. If he did, it meant a delay in his little "Project". One they would undoubtedly disapprove of, even to the extent of attempting to stop him. He could not allow that. He didn't want anyone to be hurt, but he was too determined to finish what he had started.
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