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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:48 pm
ENDLESS JOURNEYS To join in write yourself in. If you post "((can I join?))" you'll be IGNORED Please do not post your character's profile I like for the characters to find out in the story.
RULES:Follow all gaian rules No cybering No godmoding Romance allowed. Killing of NPC's is allowed but of playables you have to first pm them and ask, then pm me.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:52 pm
CAST I'm doing a different approach to this. I would like either a small paragraph describing yourself sent here or if your first post includes enough description of your character then I shall use that here.
Trinity :: PixelMuse Trinity is a young elven woman who is 18 years of age. Her eyes are like a light pair of emerald jewels,she has long purple hair tied up in a long braid. She still wears her Lord Saturn's crest upon her neck. Currently the clothes wears are a red tunic and a black belt and pair of sandals.
Damion :: Sullen Aura Damion looked at his longsword as he put it back in its sheath. His mind wondering as he walked, not knowing if Trinity was to ever escape again ...he didn't know. Looking up , as the stars lit up the night sky he heard a small rustle coming from the bushes. Taking his hand up to one side he brought up a skeleton from the ground out of a dead carcass that had been laying just a few miles south of where he was. Pulling out the sword once more he grunted, not taking his eyes of the darkness.
Max :: The Count of Monte Carlo Max was a thin boy of maybe 15 or 16, with shaggy, light brown hair and blue eyes, who'd run away from his village a year ago. His only possessions, other than his almost black shirt, dark green pants, and leather moccasins, are a bow with a set of five arrows, a necklace consisting of a totem he'd carved himself attached to a leather strap, and a wooden flute given to him by his first love. The girl who had stolen his heart and given him a flute in return had moved away with her family a month before he'd left his home. Max had hoped to find her, but after only a week he'd become desperately lost. He still hopes to find her one day, and won't stop wandering the lands until he does.
Elm :: cleardaystux "A silent forest and a black mood are the necessity of thought..." A young human ranger named Elm murmured to himself. If his mood had been any darker he would be spitting acid. He juked out a tree just for the fun of it and stumbled, tripping over a dead log and almost sprawling out onto the main path, but stopping himself against a leafy bush. He spit a few leaves out of his mouth and shook his blond hair, freeing bits of green from his young, boyish curls. He grumbled and stood, then jumped behind a tree at the first sound: a lively tune, tumbling through the air and landing on his untrained ear. He was focused, not on the tune but on the direction, and immediatly decided that hiding was a good thing. The bearer of the soft music was coming up the bend.
Elizabeth:: Jadeathian Elizabeth watched in horror as the destruction of her home began, a man dressed in gody clad colored clothing rot forth the dead to live, causing them to attack and destroy anything living around them, sadly for Liza, she was living, so the sixteen year old stood to her full height of 5'2. Her auburn red hair falling well past her slender white clothed waist. She had to flea from this area, and flea from it quickly.
Her blue eyes surveyed the area the best she could, she grabbed a few belongings, a few dresses to change into once her trip was complete, a brush for her soft hair, along with a few ties and jewels to help add the elegant look she held way to oftan. Sure, she wasn't royalty, but she was of noble blood. She then tied all the garments and belongings together, placing them in a burlap sack.
Elizabeth made her way down the stairs of her home, quick to pick up her orange and white tabby kitten, he did no one any harm, so why should he be left in this mess? As she turned the corner, she saw her mother and father both laid out in the floor, neither one held any color, besides their own blood stains. She felt tears threaten her pretty blues, but she couldn't let them fall, not now. She had to run now, her mother had said that if this day was to come -how she knew it would come was beyond Liza.- she was to run into the forest until things have settled, then she may return to seek answers. "I don't want answers." Liza said to herself in a sweet sing song voice as she quickly made a dash out the door.
The small girl made her trip as discretely as possible, avoiding any of the walking dead that she could. It was sickening to her to think that someone would toy with the dead in such a way, her sandaled foot fall barely audible to anyone but herself. Then she made it, safely out of the destroyed city, and into the safety of the forest walls. The tiny teenager watched in horror as her home was destroyed. Darkness had seemed to of just taken over. Then, the reality of it all hit her, and she collapsed against the forest floor, her tears falling far to quickly for anyone to stop.
Kerana :: Kerana(PixelMuse) Kerana is a tanned red headed fox girl who attends the Inverse University of Magic. She needs credits on the field to complete her degree in magic and hopes to assist a group of adventurers in their quest to gain them. She's optimistic and carefree as well as shy at first.
Sean :: Jadeathian Sean had been following the Red head since she first left their village, staying a close distance behind her. He didn't want her to know that he was still following her, afraid that she'd most likely go off the edge and start screaming at him again.
The dark haired boy stayed a good distance away, but close enough to where he could still make out the swish of her fox tail. Kerana was still obvious to the fact he'd been following her all this time. And Sean rather liked the idea.
He stood next to a tree, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watched the girl protectively. Sure, she could take up for herself, but he couldn't take getting news she was hurt in any way. Which is why, no matter where she goes, Sean is somewhere close behind her. Unknowing, and forever invisible.
What is she doing, anyways? he thought to himself rather annoyed. Kerana had left without word, not even a simple goodbye, to be honest in rather hurt the boy, his light blue eyes showing the reaction clearly at the faint memory. Luckily he'd been great at tracking. He smirked a toothy grin as he watched her. She was always so cute when curious
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:53 pm
CURRENTLY ((I'LL TRY TO KEEP THIS AS UP TO DATE AS MUCH AS I CAN))
PROPHECY Long ago a prophesy was made. In a world where there are 10 realms the prophesy stated that one will fall and darkness will fill the lands. Three years after that a holy light will shatter it to pieces.
Many have thought that the "holy light" would clearly be a paladin since so few outside that trade are able to wield holy magic.
Currently this is the event that started it all and how the 10 realms became 9.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:55 pm
INTRODUCTION By the age of 18 Trinity had served Lord Saturn well as captain of the royal guard and recently had succeeded in saving his son. Lord Saturn said he grant her any request. She wanted to visit home. So he granted her request along with a choker with the royal symbol. She wore this choker with pride.
When she went home there was nothing but the stench of death and burnt houses. She saw her parents crucified. Her father spat in her face, which was expected due to the conflicts of interest in the past. Her mother with gentle eyes "you did the best you could".
"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad. I'm too late" her eyes lowered as a tear crawls out of her eye.
Her father rubbed it in "Got that righ..." as he breathed his last.
Trinity looked toward the forest. She saw a figure swaying in the woods it was her master, hung.
She knew it was her that whatever did this was after. She rushed back as quickly as she could back to the Realm of which she served again, she was too late. She screamed "NOOOOOO" as she knelt in front of her lord's crucified body. A necromancer appeared and laughed in her face.
As she looked up at him her eyes for the first time were glowing green with anger. Never had she felt such an emotional hatred toward the being she was looking at. Knowing the type of garb he wore, he was a necromancer. "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU EVEN SHOW YOUR FACE HERE!"
The necromancer scoffed at her remark and blasted at her with a fire ball. She was thrown back, although in pain and bleeding a little she got back up and rushed back toward him. She grabs an ax from a burnt soldier who died defending Lord Saturn she threw it at him but it only deflected. The necromancer could easily deflect it. My troops... they never had the chance... none of the training in the world could prepare for such a one sided battle. She knew she couldn't win but she would rather die fighting, defending what was left. She had nothing more to lose she was filled with rage. The necromancer seemed to enjoy it as he watched her. The rage manifested into a fireball which burst as it formed in her hand. Seeing the fire not noticing it wasn't burning and thought it was the necromancer burning her she immediately threw it at the necromancer. Alas the fireball deflected.
"Heheheh Oh.... where did that come from? What else can you do poppet?" he jeers at her it almost seemed he wanted her to cast spells at him. He thought that she could bring him no harm and merely folded his arms and laugh. Since his face was well concealed by a hood, that was the only distinguishing feature she could capture.
Trinity, after the fire ball was in her hand she started to think she needed something cool. The anger she still had manifested into something else, it was a ball of frost. She started to figure out that she was bringing out the ball of frost in her hand. She looks up to the necromancer, apparently he wasn't the cause of the fireball. She threw the frost ball at him and once again it was deflected.
"C'mon is that all you've got?" the necromancer egged her on.
She had read somewhere that the weakness to a necromancer is a holy bolt. Only paladins could cast the spell, or so she thought. She figured it was worth a shot. She managed to conduct a fireball on purpose this time. She closed her eyes and breathed out calming herself, trying to turn the burning anger and rage into something cool and peaceful. She thought of fond memories of her family, Lord Saturn, and her trainer. Her mind was at peace, despite the fact she was surrounded by death, destruction and chaos. The fire became a pure white flame her eyes opened, glowing at a lighter green.
The necromancer's eyes widened No... it can't be...impossible...she couldn't have cast this... how could she?
Believe it or not she did and she released it upon him which pierced through his protection shield and deeply wounded his arm.
"ARRRGH!" he looked at her and grinned started to chuckle, "Today is not the day you dispose of me young one." with that he chopped off Lord Saturn's head.
As the head dropped she fell and was in shock. It felt like the wind was knocked out of her as she dropped to the ground and laid there.
The necromancer continued to laugh as he disappeared.
For 3 days she laid there shocked, until she was found.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:30 pm
A young lady lays on the ground, her long purple hair which looked like it was once tightly braided had sprawled out around here. She looked almost dead. But one with a keen eye could tell she was breathing very little, especially when a few strands landed near her parted lips. She still wears her Lord Saturn's crest upon her neck. She wears a red tunic and a black belt which looked worn out and torn and a pair of boots.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 9:29 pm
Damion looked at the deep wound on his arm, his green eyes scanning it for any major damage. Even though a great necromancer like him usually showed no pain he moved his hand over the wound and winced. Doing this damion chanted complicated words as a green luminous light came from underneath his hand. Damion released the wound as his hand cam flying back. With a sigh of relief he looked at his now fixed arm. "If it wasnt for that stupid girl then I could of gotten away with everything" Grinning mischiveously he looked around once more, his green eyes now scanning the dark .
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 7:55 pm
Max walked down the forest path, a peaceful melody playing from the instrument pressed against his lips. He was on his way to a village he'd heard about, or maybe it was a town. Either way, it couldn't be too far away. He opened his eyes to see if he was still going the right way, and they met with a grim sight. A girl, who couldn't be more than a few years older then himself, lay lifeless in the path.
He stopped playing and reached for the bow strapped to his back, looking around to see if her attacker was still around. When he didn't see anyone, he turned his attention back to the body. As he stepped closer he got the sense that her life had not completely left her. He quickened his pace to her her side, and saw that she was indeed breathing. Now that he knew she was alive, Max was at a loss as to what he should do next. He knelt next to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. He shook it, hoping she would just be asleep, and she would wake up.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 8:17 pm
"A silent forest and a black mood are the necessity of thought..." A young human ranger named Elm murmured to himself. If his mood had been any darker he would be spitting acid. He juked out a tree just for the fun of it and stumbled, tripping over a dead log and almost sprawling out onto the main path, but stopping himself against a leafy bush. He spit a few leaves out of his mouth and shook his blond hair, freeing bits of green from his young, boyish curls. He grumbled and stood, then jumped behind a tree at the first sound: a lively tune, tumbling through the air and landing on his untrained ear. He was focused, not on the tune but on the direction, and immediatly decided that hiding was a good thing. The bearer of the soft music was coming up the bend.
His heart stopped, as did the music. Abruptly, mid-tune, as if the composer had been slugged in the mouth. This was enough for any curious boy, much less Elm. He crept to the crest of the hill and peered down from the cover of a nearby boulder, his knapsack falling to rest in the crook of his elbow.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 8:48 pm
Damion looked from the trees to see Elm looking over a hill. Smirking, he continued to proceed climbing up a tree as he let a skeleton fall to the ground into pieces. Not to long ago before he spotted the boy through the trees he had killed a wolf here and there just in case anything were to happen that he could raise the undead. Watching Elm once more he continued to scan the area and then looked past elm to see what in the world he was looking at. Damn it , they noticed the girls body...she is still breathing but how? HE pondered through his thoughts as he slowly crept down the tree and up behind the boy. Lunging forward he put his put his hand around the boys mouth and dragged him backwards into the forest tieing him up with a rope and putting a gag in his mouth.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 9:08 pm
"Augh! H-" Any cry for help the boy would have had wascut short by an iron grip over his mouth, the same grip that dragged him through the forest he had walked out of. He tried tokockas he was taken deeper and deeper, but only managed to strike a tree (hard) with his foot, if that was any good to him. The hand cutting off his cries (and breath, he was the typical mouth-breather) was like a clamp, he licked it, bit it, and pulled on it with all of his prepubescent strength, with no avail. It was like hitting a sandbag, for all the reaction the man showed. He found himself bound, with his hands behind him, and gagged tightly. The man stood looking down at him, grinning like this was a victory... ... or like a lunatic. Either way, what did he want from Elm?
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 10:24 pm
Damion then kicks the boy to shut him up, "Did you see anything young man?" his eyes squinted as he looked at the boy, his white hair falling over his shoulders as he set his sword on the ground. Making sure the boy didnt get away, he raised to skeletal wolfs from the ground and looked at the boy, "ANSWER ME!" he screamed trying to not attract any attention.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:45 am
The Count of Monte Carlo Now that he knew she was alive, Max was at a loss as to what he should do next. He knelt next to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. He shook it, hoping she would just be asleep, and she would wake up. Trinity's eyes opened wide and she breathed as if she had been held under water for too long. Her eyes were glowing and As if she was in a trance she whispers, loud enough for Max to hear, "She is the light to the oncoming darkness. The darkness will attempt to swallow this world and will almost succeed in 3 years time. She musn't know that this is her destiny. She must be ready be ready when the time comes." Her eyes fluttered a little and she let out a yawn but it looked like something escaped from her mouth and floated to the sky. Her eyes were normal. She looks around and is reminded of what happened. Her eyes welled up with tears, she gets to her hands in knees as if she was bowing for forgiveness from the kingdom, "I've failed you Lord Saturn. I was too late... I was too late" it was obvious that the events that lead to the destruction of this kingdom has scared her memory. It would take some time to get over it... if she ever does.
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