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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:15 pm
Aden...
The kingdom of Aden is well known for its magic users and fine warriors. Its boundaries reach all the way across the golden sand of the Desert. This proud kingdom is often known as the Hom of the phoenix. Though name comes from an old story that tells of the resting place of the phoenix is in Aden, under its sand. Once the dessert was a large lake but when the legendary bird chose this place to rest it the flames across the land it drive up the water. It dug up the ground and buried itself in the soil. They say that deep under the castle the bird of fire sleeps peacefully.
The story also tells of a man that found a feather that belonged to the phoenix and good fortune fell upon him. He built a small village but soon it evolved into the kingdom of Aden. He is the first king of Aden and his feather has been passed down through the family over thousands of years. It is said to be a unique and powerful treasure.
Recently this city has gone through a recent tragedy in the royal family. The king was assassinated two months ago and the eldest son has gone through the preparations of becoming king, though he is still rather young to take such a high position. Only a week ago another assassination attempt had been placed on the Eldest son but luckily the assassin was killed before the new king could be harmed. There have been rumors that a neighboring kingdom is responsible for taking the life of the deceased king and the attempt on the son. Though they are only rumors.
Months have passed and there have been several rumors running though the city involving the feather and a proud noble family. There was the death of the Valdigraph noble and the and his daughter taking his place. There also have been rumors about the Feather. Though it is still in place some say that it is a simple replica that had been made while the real one his hidden. Though no one is sure if it is true or not. Only rumors and whispers among the commoners.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:39 pm
The Setting In the middle of a desert is a kingdom that thrives under the radiant sun in the sky. Tall walls made of metal surround the walls of the grand city, protecting those on the inside from the danger of the desert. Though, the wall can’t keep out the fine golden sand from reaching the inside on the streets. The city is full of life and beauty. Performers on the street dance or play music to earn their money while others move though the shadows to find their own way to get their cash. While on the nicer side of the city close to the castle is the grand house where the nobles live. Though it is quiet during the day, at night the nobles are rather lively with activity. The city is rather large and every day more people come to the city, looking for their own part of the city.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:44 pm
Rules
Alright to start this all off, here are the rules in the guild.
~No god modding
~Follow Gaia's ToS
~OOC is allowed but don't get carried away...Use the OOC forum.
~Use (( or some something like that for OOC
~Be kind in OOC
~Keep it Gaia appropriate
~Any Race is allowed...vampires, elves...ect
~I can add rules at any time so keep looking here.
~Be at least Semi-lit as in at least two descriptive paragraphs...
this is what I'm looking for in role plays. I think it's hard for people to run with what you post if it so small. I understand writer's block but I do expect this much on most of your posts.
~Romance is allowed!
~Fighting is allowed!
~No killing without permission
~Be active. Don't leave people hanging..its sorta rude.
~I have the right to be a bit picky with profiles! If I see something wrong with your profiles I will pm you about it.
~Try to get along with in the guild. Its such a pain when people argue all the time. Don't come to me expecting to pick sides if I don't know what is going on.
~if you have your profiles set up then feel free to post here
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 10:54 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." The sun rose, as it had done thousands of times before... A man in dull, cardinal robes began to stride down the desert city... Well, striding as much a man could. While he was fairly young, he was severely crippled and his only means of supporting his body was a staff that was now serving full-time as a cane. Hobbling across the desert streets, Selael Shalehem, Guardian of the Royal Secrets, was wandering the town as a simple layman. Though he was wearing a crimson robe whose color has faded and dulled through the passage of time in the desert sun, giving him a considerably less regal look than he did in the earlier days of his Guardianship... Now, he seems to have a duller look more appropriate for a denizen of the societal underworld... But blending in still with the general populace.
In his eyes was a dull gaze that was almost lifeless... In fact, it would be lifeless if not for the fact that he did look like he was alive. Under his eyes were dark bags, strained under the labor of holding up his consciousness beyond times where it should be resting... Likely the result of his endless search for both the enigmatic phoenix flame of life and his ceaseless culling of the thieves that would dare pursue the feather of the sacred Phoenix of Aden... Limping still along the desert path, no onlooker would ever guess that he was the icon of terror that he actually was...
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 8:09 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
A lone puppeteer walked along the busy street of the grand kingdom of Aden. The day was young but the streets were already teeming with life and vigor; business was rampant everywhere. Nonetheless, happiness was seen all over as a new day approached. The puppeteer, who was named Antares, trudged on to his destination as he looked at the estranged happiness of the kingdom.
Of course, he knew all about the recent news around the kingdom. The crowned prince, who was to succeed his father who was killed two months prior, encountered an attack for his life only a week ago. Obviously, the citizens of Aden was shaken and that everyone was engulfed in a state of paranoia, unable to trust everyone. That was understandable since their new hope was being threatened; however, Antares cared not for these since they were only rumors. He heard about the town's notes about the neighboring kingdom, which was said to be responsible for the attempt, but he knew all too well that that was also not confirmed. Was he to trust the words of rumors?
Despite all these, he shouldn't be caring since. After all, all he needed to find was...
"Would you please buy some apples from this old woman, young man?" A woman suddenly asked, holding out some fresh apples to Antares. The latter realized that he was standing so silently, looking around, and was beside a stall, which was vending many fruits (highly strange since Aden was fairly hot; imports, perhaps?). The puppeteer smiled and then nodded at the old lady. She was thrilled as she packed him a couple of apples at his request. "Thank you, young man." She responded so vigorously as she handed him the apples.
"No, thank you." Antares answered with a genuine smile on his face.
After that, Antares picked a spot to do whatever he wanted. Locating a small empty spot in between a small fruit stall and antique store, he sat at it, laid some items and then pulled out a scroll. From there, he spread out the oldened quality of the scroll and then laid it out in front of him. Then, he pulled out a quill and then began to scribble words at the paper. After a moment or two, there was a sudden burst of smoke in front of Antares. Next thing the people around him saw, a woman puppet about the size of a normal human was standing before the puppeteer.
"Now! Everyone!" Antares called out to the people around him. Majority of the people around him turned and then began to watch as he started a small monologue. "Once upon a time, there lived a princess of great splendor.
"This princess was lonely... And miserable despite being wealthy and beautiful..." The storyteller continued on as the female puppet moved around, detailing the actions of the story. She moved with grace as Antares' fingers moved. Some of the audience was, of course, baffled because there were no visible strings that connected from the puppeteer. To add up with this, the puppet was life-size and that it couldn't be possibly controlled unless the puppeteer was on higher ground; Antares was, however, in level with the "princess" puppet. His story continued on and sometimes a person would gasp in retaliation to his surprising events. Some people began to become teary-eyed as he told the story of the princess; some even cried. There were times when a person would scream so suddenly in anger not because he was pissed of Antares but because of the antagonist of the story. The story moved on for a long time. "... What was she to do? Armed with only a small knife, how should she move on?" He asked the audience this time and then stopped abruptly.
There was silence.
Then, Antares smiled. "Thank you so much for watching." The puppeteer answered to their questioning looks. "However, you need to listen to my story some other time then." He said and then gave one long bow. The people around him burst into fits of applause and cheers. Some of them even demanded that he continue his story. No. It was to stop there. He gave them one apologetic look and then he began to fix his things and began to leave.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:03 pm
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
 Hoata  Hoata listened to the cheers down the street and frowned. "Soooo how in the world am I suppose to compete with that?" she let out a soft sigh and ran her hand through her short brown hair. she felt the sand on her scalp and groaned. "Sheesh I don't know how these people live! So much sand!" she grumbled and pulled hood of her cloak over her head. "I can't wait to take a bath tonight. Then again...whats the point? As soon as I'm done I'll have sand in every part of my body."
I can't wait to leave this stupid place. Maybe we will head west...I haven't seen the greens of the planes for so long...or maybe we'll head towards the forest. I do miss that region. The desert is so dead. She thought as she pulled her canteen of water. She quickly took a swig of water before she attached it to her belt. Hoata then started to walk down the street. The bells and metals on her clothing clashing together making a soft rhythm of their own with each step she took. Her eyes watched the puppeteer's stage as she walked by. Stage presence sure but I've got a dance that will keep a crowd better than yours. She then childishly stuck her tongue out at the scene and looked away. Her eyes continued to wander as walked down a dirt street of Aden. The architecture of the building was much different from the other places she had been to in the past.
Soon she felt her body collide into the back of another's snapping her awake from her gawking. "Ah! I'm sorry sir!" she quickly said with a slight bow. I don't need to make mean with a someone here. Thats the last thing I need at the moment. Her gaze fell on the man who she bumped in to and quickly scanned over him for a moment to figure out where he would belong in the social class structure. Long red hair...I don't see many commoners with hair like that....I could be wrong though. Maybe hes a performer of some sort. His clothing didn't seem to match the typical noble class. They were too faded. Yet he didn't really fit in with the other people around them.
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:16 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael was knocked over, tripping as he tried to regain his footing on his cane... He looked back at Hoata, locking his eyes with the woman who nearly landed him on his back. His dead, dull eyes examined her from top to bottom, almost as if he was remembering her appearance to find her later. His words came out in a most peculiar manner, eerie and low.
"Do not concern yourself so." He continued to examine her for a few moments, trying to learn what he could about this woman... Namely if he has seen her before and recognizes him. Of course, it'd be better if he didn't know... Which, thankfully, he didn't. He addressed her once more, a stoic, stoney face chiseled into his features like a marble sculpture while he spoke to her. "I'm taking it that you're a foreigner?" His voice was, to a foreigner, lined with a strange, almost antique accent that was distinctly Adenese...
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:39 pm
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
Hoata
As he locked eyes with her she quickly noted the dullness to them. They were almost lifeless. As he spoke to her, his features never changed to portray any emotion. She would think that the man would at least be irritated with her but yet there was nothing. The tone of his voice was unexpected as well. It almost sent chills down her spine. This man was very odd to her.
She gave him a nod and a smile. "Yes, sir. I am. My family is traveling and we are stopping in Aden for a week or so." as she spoke to him another voice had appeared in her mind. 'Respect, respect, respect. Keep your tongue in check. Be proper and smile. Do not argue.' Her mother once told her. Rules to follow that she often broke when out in the city alone but she was checking herself at the moment to make sure she didn't start off on the wrong foot with this man.
Her gaze fell to his cane and she titled her head to the side. He seemed much to young to need a cane perhaps he was a solider that got wounded in a battle of some sort.The man was turning into one big mystery. It's none of my business, Don't stare at it. She silently told herself. Her Peridot green eyes reached his again. "Again. I have to apologize. I wasn't looking where I was go"
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:28 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Selael took a look at the woman who met him once more... There was something about her that seemed to present something he hadn't received in a long time... Respect. And it was the kind of respect that wasn't gained through a campaign of terror and mass destruction. No... This was just... Common respect. His features would soften for a moment as she seemed to show that sort of apologetic respect for him without even knowing who he was. He seemed to carry on the conversation.
"Your family is staying here? What might they be doing in Aden?" While he asked this in a slightly kinder tone than usual (emphasis on slightly), it was a question he would ask anyway... He wanted to know what foreigners were doing in his country, and at this point, it was an innocent question of curiosity... Although the looks of him suggested that there was very little innocent about him anymore... A vague hint underneath his robe showed a deep, gruesome wound on his calf, some kind of battle injury... The cane was truly the closest thing to a second leg he had anymore.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:09 am
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
Hoata
Hoata did noticed the slight change in his harden features for a moment which make her relax a bit and her smile grew. She was beginning to think that she was talking to a doll of some sort. When he asked about her family she let out a soft sigh. Not many people were to fond of her people because of the trouble they bring at times. Aden was a new place for her and her family. Maybe the rumors haven't spread about them to his part of the land. "My family...well we are wanders...We go from one place to another. I don't have any roots, really. Aden is just a stop for us to get supplies and money before we continue onward." she said with a slight shrug.
"Most of my family are performers and we trade while we are here." She glanced around at the buildings. "It's my first time in Aden, actually. I'm not familiar with the desert at all." She pulled down the hood of her cloak to let some air reach head. She wiped off the sweat on her for head before glancing up at the sky for a moment. Her eyes fell back on him but they did find hint of the nasty wound under his robes, it did catch her off guard and she did stare for a moment that it was noticeable. She quickly looked away from it and her eyes met his once again. She wondered what could cause such a wound. It did look rather painful, not wonder he needs the cane. "I'm guessing you've live here your whole life...am I right?" she asked. "Truthfully I didn't see why anyone would live in a place like this but then again someone could easily say the same thing about the west. I'm not the one for heat. "
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:53 am
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." The Guardian listened to Hoata talk about her family for a few moments... It appeared that they were a sort of band of traveling performers, salesmen and merchants... Unlikely candidates for attempting world domination. As far as traveling salesmen were concerned, they already DID rule the world... Good. No threat to the feather or to the country. Though they had no roots... The nation of Aden was another stop on their endless road. She then started to ask him about living here his whole life... He nodded slowly in answer. Then she stated that she didn't understand why people stayed here... Almost as a queue to explain.
"It's true... The Desert and the land are harsh... The heat is merciless and the cold at night chilling... But there are things that keep us here... Tradition and the legacy of our past... And as you can see, the telling of stories flourishes in the desert." He gestured to the puppeteer and the enthralled audience. "Most people here love a good story... Our entire nation is based on quite a... Unique story. Myself, I'm also bound here by a... Tradition of sorts, a story in its own right." He limped about. "But... Perhaps it'd be better if you got inside some place. The houses here are made so that the inside is cooler and comfortable... We'd best find you an inn." He looked around, though seemed to have a very hard time moving around... "...Once I manage to get back my balance." He wobbled a bit more, the dull sobriety still present in his visage as he struggled to stay on his feet... He appeared cold and lifeless earlier, but for some reason... He was warming up to the foreign woman.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 2:47 pm
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You'll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You'll be walking on air.
Hoata
Hoata nodded as he mentioned finding an inn. The heat was starting to wear her body down a bit. Tradition and Legacy? she thought. She had heard a few stories about Aden on her way toward the city. Though it was mostly about the Phoenix feather and the story behind it. She found it to be rather interesting but she didn't think that was enough to keep people here. She had compared it several times in the past to the wastelands but the deserts seemed to have more life and less demons. The sun was a plus but she was already suffering the effects of being outside in it for some time, sunburn. At least Grand mama gave me something to put on it. "Your bound by a tradition?" she asked with a raise of her brow. "What kind of tradition?"
A small frown appeared on her soft lips as the man struggled to stay on his feet. "Uhm, If you want I could help." she quickly asked. She didn't want to offend him or anything but if he was struggling she could let him lean on her until he regained his balance once again.
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you're forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I'm walking on air.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 6:35 pm
Selael
The Pyromancer
"It's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out for..." Keeping up to his feet, Hoata asked a rather unnerving question... She was asking about the tradition he was bound here by. He couldn't just tell anyone about his status of his Guardianship... He had to think of a way to satisfy her curiosity, but at the same time not to tell her exactly who or what he was... He seemed to allow her to help him stay up on his feet... He finally managed to answer her question.
"Tradition... Well, let's just say I'm very well-acquainted with the legends of the nation of Aden... A sort of...Custodian of our proud heritage." He hoped he kept it vague but satisfying enough to deter any further questions... He pulls up the History Tome, the giant book adorned with a ruby and a phoenix on its cover.
"In here is contained a good chunk of Aden's history and I've spent a good half of my life studying it..." There... At least with this explanation, he appears to be a keeper of history rather than the bloodied custodian of the phoenix feather... For some reason, he felt compelled to keep up a good appearance for the foreigner... Not exactly sure why, but it couldn't hurt to be careful.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:27 pm
~Calti Ahari~ 
Calti was determined to make a small bit of money in this new land. He had traveled here with the hopes it would do him some good, and perhaps bring in some small amount of income. Of course, every city was the same. It grew more and more difficult these days to live the life of a gypsy. Those who did not ignore him weren't always kind, yet he never found himself despairing about it. This was is life, and his career, and he loved it!
His mother had been a beautiful Saudi Arabian woman, and when she still lived she had taught him much in the ways of their culture and dance. She ad taught him the ways of being a gypsy, through firsthand lessons.He never met his father, but for a reason very much accepted by both him and his mother. He remembered she had never seemed too sad about it, though she could hardly fight away the sickness when it took her. He had always wondered if it had been because she had not he heart and will to go on.
He pushed such ill thoughts from his mind, and continued on his way. The sand beneath him made him feel at home, and he was starting to adjust fairly quickly to this place..And now, he must set to preparing himself to dance, or whatever method of entertainment he should choose today. He sat on the side of the road, and started to rummage through a small bag of things.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 4:05 am
Antares Skyvehn
Puppeteer of the Guardian Wish
"GOOD DAY, SIR AND MA'AM!" Antares greeted in a loud, unusually cheerful voice.
There he stood before a man with faded robes and the same girl, who childishly stuck out her tongue at Antares' show, from before. He was bowing respectfully along with two puppets by his side; they were in a bowed position like him, too. He then rose up, along with the two puppets, and then smiled vigorously at the two conversing persons before him.
Then, he moved his arms in a swaying motion. At once, the puppet on his right, a princess-themed puppet which was the main "actress" from his earlier play, moved to his front and then made a bowed again to the two. "Introducing, princess Aria, a princess of a distant kingdom who is often caught up with countless troubles." Antares introduced in such a bubbly tone. Then, he waved his arms again and the puppet on his left moved this time; Aria moved to the back. This time, a proud-looking man with brilliant robes bowed to the two. "Introducing, prince Casmere, he is also a known ice mage; however, he is twisted by his evil deeds and greed for power and money. He constantly searches for Aria in hopes that he weds her and grab all her wealth." He added and then the puppet pulled out a sword and then waved it in front of him in a sinister way and then to give off a feeling of power.
"I am Antares Skyvehn, a puppeteer." Antares introduced himself and then smiled vaguely at the two. "I have no exact reason to talk to you; however, you caught my most unusual peek of attention." He added and then glanced at the history book that the pyromancer explained earlier.
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