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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 12:00 am
Streak got up and ran. He ran back to the camp and told his men to return to Terradova. When they asked why he lied by saying there was a vast army ahead that they had encountered before and knew them well. Well enough to recognise and kill them. Then when they asked why Streak remained he merely said. "There is something I have to do. Do not expect me to return as I may not. Ask no more questions for I have no answers. Now leave before it's too late."
Streak changed into his shadow form as it turn night. He would have to investigate. He knew it would be unsafe to be seen by Issildia as he was. He would take te form of one of his men as not to arose much suspision. Streak first returned to where he had heard the strange entity. He got a cold feeling down the back of his neck. He knew what he must do. He left his shadow form and remained in the form of one of his officers. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he knew he was being watched somehow. Streak waited and remained in that form of his officer and walked around the area of frost. He looked at the tree and saw a few drops of his own blood. If he had been on guard and had his sword drawn he would have probably been able to defeat her. Or so he thought. Streak sat by the tree and waited.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:31 am
(((Oh Streak, do you like the banner(The Main Guild Banner) I put up, I'm going to make up a few extras so you can switch them out every now and again )))
Issildia silently moved through the woodlands of the mountains, searching for the origin of the voice from earlier, but she knew that it was a lost cause but still she continued her search throughout the forest. She moved in and out of her shadow form, always keeping her blade Sumar drawn. And after a few hours of this Issildia decided to return to when she had spoken to Streak, there was a chance that she would run into him again, and that there might be a confrontation but she wanted to examine the site in which they had heard that icy voice.
Issildia reappeared high above the area where she and the Anierien soldier had spoken. From the branches of a tree she stood with her arms crossed as she looked down. There was a soldier below her but there was something odd about him, his own aura did not match someone of Anierian blood. Did he really think that an assassin of Anier would fall for such a petty trick?
"I suppose I was wrong in thinking you a fool, you sent your men back across the mountains...away from death...admirable indeed..." Issildia said darkly, though there was a sarcastic tinge to her voice when she muttered her last two words to him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 3:37 am
((Hell does not describe what they are putting me through. stressed ))
~On the ground beneath the Anierian assassin, there was a symbol, a glyph imbedded into the earth. it was quite large and would have been unnoticed by those dwelling on the ground. For the hyroglyphics could only be seen from above. They seemed to glow an indigo color as the two of them continued with their confrontations. The language of the hiroglyphics was one that only few could recognize. It was a language that was thought to be lost to the folds of time. It is a mystery as to how long this glyph had been there, or better yet, why it went unnoticed for so long. As the hiroglyphics continued to glow, the cold chill had returned to the area, only this time it was followed by darkness.
This darkness engulfed the area in the form of a black fog. One that rose to the treetops above, but for somme odd reason it did not leave their boundaries. The fog possessed a strange air. One that was neither hot nor cold, niether soothing nor bitter, and at the same time there was a presence int his fog that did not seem by any means...natural. It did not take long for the faint tapping of footsteps to overwhelm their senses. It seemed that whatever was approaching them was closing in fast, only now it seemed as if it was not alone. A growling sound was heard to the east of their position followed by a burning sensation, as the temperature within the fog began to rise. Almost as if to announce itself, two enourmous beasts came into sight. One to the east, the other to the west. The human name for these beasts was Behemoth, only they bore an extra feature not mentioned in the human folklore...wings. As the beasts continued their approach, the voice had returned to the scene.~
To whom goes the spoils of the war? The victor, he whom so destroys his enemies? Or the fallen, he whom is destroyed by his enemies? To the noble, whom so vanquishes the vile in the name of justice? Or perhaps vice versa? But whom is the Noble, and the Vile. Who is just, and who is not? The true victor of the war are those whom act from the darkness. Those whose influence affects the actions of the combatants, both the Just and the Vile. Which side will you choose? The Just, or the Vile? What fate will your actions lead you to? Death, Prosperity? Or perhaps something in between both? Only time will tell, and I shall be watching you both.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 4:50 am
(((I can only imagine sweatdrop )))
Issildia instantly took up a fighting stance, her blade pointing down at a precise angle and her left hand crooked in a spell casting position. "Such is the nature of war, and many other things." she muttered to herself before she released the spell she had prepared in her left hand. A blinding white light then came into being, challenging the oncoming darkness. The light Issildia had conjured, at times moved like flame, than it's nature reversed to then move like water. Only light conjured by one of Anierian blood could take on such forms. But even so Issildia did not know if it held the power to still the tide of darkness that was consuming the area.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:20 am
((Yes I do like the new banner pic biggrin keep up the good work))
Streak also drew his blade. "Who are you? You seem to speak in riddles of truth through shadows of lies. I know you not yet you speak as if you know me well. How is this?" Streak asked, then turned to Issiildia. "What are you talking about? Who are you?" Streak acted as if he didn't know her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 3:15 pm
(((well I finally got back on the comp. At school I never had the time to write out a decent reply to an RP but now I do. sweatdrop And Malkaia, I am defiantly quoting your character's last bit of dialogue for my website...how you think up lines like that is beyond me. Perhaps when you are out of the Navy you could go into the production of video games or movies. I think you would do quite well in that industry.)))
~Issildia gave the Anierian officer an irritated glance, "I advise that you refrain from playing games with this one, I assure you that such attempts would be a waste of your time." While she spoke the light Issildia had conjured continued to keep the darkness at bay, but perhaps the creator of the darkness was only toying with her. Only time would yield an answer. ~
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 9:12 am
Streak realised she must know who he was and so changed back into his normal form. He had no power over light so could do nothing. He merely look at the shadows. He wondered if he'd ever see the temple. The thing that must have casted it dodn't sound like it wanted to kill them, but it sounded like it wanted them alive to watch them. Like scientists watching a lab-rat go through a maze. At that thought Streak felt insignificant.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 12:18 pm
Hola.
Name: Matrim Eerola
Age: 26
Race: Azerian
Gender: Male
Weapons: Seventy-four inch dragon spear, the last eighteen inches of which being a roughly tringular blade of intricate design, crafted with two recesses in each edge, and bar-like hooks near the point. Ideal for hurling as well as long- to medium-range combat.
Secondary Weapons: A lengthy katana-style sword of no particularity, blade measuring 33" inches (exceptionally long for one of this style), 43" overall. It is lightweight, more-than-razor sharp, and efficientl in cutting down enemies. Capable of being wielded one-handed.
Powers: Control, to a moderate extent (not a mastery, as the Anierians), over every element save darkness and light. As typical to his race, he uses any of the elements in powerful tandem with his spear or katana.
Allignment: Primarily good, though with neutral thinking. Lawful.
Appearence: Matrim is somewhat eccentric when it comes to style, sporting a heavy brown severe winter coat, fringed at the neck and wrists with bear fur. Beneath, he normally wears casual-formal clothes, white button-down shirt with frilled cuffs, and dark pants, either brown or black. He wear thick brown leather boots, steel toe and heel. They rise three inches above the ankle, and do not interfere with his movement. Matrim stands at 5'11", and has simply brown hair to his collar. Eye color is brown.
Wings: Matrim ahs six wings, in relation to the high-ranking Seraphim guards of heaven, or so is rumored of his brethren. The wings are not as long nor thick and wide as his two-winged race. They are, instead, thinner, lither, but still muscular. This translates roughly to increased aerial maneuverability, whereas the larger wings provide outright speed. The sacrifice for this speed is the ability to dart quickly around in the air using highly coordinated wingbeats. They are normally wrapped around his body so people do not see them, as they are sometimes seen as angels, and either praised unaccordingly, or outcasted.
Biography: Matrim was released from his secluded settlement at a young age - sixteen. This was due to his rambunctious nature and eagerness to be free of the elder's 'wisdom'. He'd been taught and trained for years already, and was proficient with imbuing his weaponry with elemental lethality, though not t the extent of his betters. He learned on his own better techniques for doing his signature abilities, thus increasing his batlle prowess as he traveled alone. It is not to say he has been through much, but that he easily gleams information from the oddest things, and can be overbearingly intellectual at times.
Many significant things have happened over his journeys, though nothing to mete out this amplitude of his arrival into Larovia in it's time of strife.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 3:07 pm
BlankValentine Hola.
Name: Matrim Eerola
Age: 26
Race: Azerian
Gender: Male
Weapons: Seventy-four inch dragon spear, the last eighteen inches of which being a roughly tringular blade of intricate design, crafted with two recesses in each edge, and bar-like hooks near the point. Ideal for hurling as well as long- to medium-range combat.
Secondary Weapons: A lengthy katana-style sword of no particularity, blade measuring 33" inches (exceptionally long for one of this style), 43" overall. It is lightweight, more-than-razor sharp, and efficientl in cutting down enemies. Capable of being wielded one-handed.
Powers: Control, to a moderate extent (not a mastery, as the Anierians), over every element save darkness and light. As typical to his race, he uses any of the elements in powerful tandem with his spear or katana.
Allignment: Primarily good, though with neutral thinking. Lawful.
Appearence: Matrim is somewhat eccentric when it comes to style, sporting a heavy brown severe winter coat, fringed at the neck and wrists with bear fur. Beneath, he normally wears casual-formal clothes, white button-down shirt with frilled cuffs, and dark pants, either brown or black. He wear thick brown leather boots, steel toe and heel. They rise three inches above the ankle, and do not interfere with his movement. Matrim stands at 5'11", and has simply brown hair to his collar. Eye color is brown.
Wings: Matrim ahs six wings, in relation to the high-ranking Seraphim guards of heaven, or so is rumored of his brethren. The wings are not as long nor thick and wide as his two-winged race. They are, instead, thinner, lither, but still muscular. This translates roughly to increased aerial maneuverability, whereas the larger wings provide outright speed. The sacrifice for this speed is the ability to dart quickly around in the air using highly coordinated wingbeats. They are normally wrapped around his body so people do not see them, as they are sometimes seen as angels, and either praised unaccordingly, or outcasted.
Biography: Matrim was released from his secluded settlement at a young age - sixteen. This was due to his rambunctious nature and eagerness to be free of the elder's 'wisdom'. He'd been taught and trained for years already, and was proficient with imbuing his weaponry with elemental lethality, though not t the extent of his betters. He learned on his own better techniques for doing his signature abilities, thus increasing his batlle prowess as he traveled alone. It is not to say he has been through much, but that he easily gleams information from the oddest things, and can be overbearingly intellectual at times.
Many significant things have happened over his journeys, though nothing to mete out this amplitude of his arrival into Larovia in it's time of strife.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 4:26 pm
~At the Eradonian Pass an aura of turmoil similar in nature to what was happening down the mountainside had manifested itself. The Larovian officers that manned the Pass were lined at the entrance of the compound, their bodies taught and at attention for their Lord had decided to pay them a visit...~
Reinsen Nevar entered the area with his subjects trailing behind him, the Larovian captain that oversaw the Eradonian Pass, came forth and kneeled at the Emperor 's feet. "Please my Lord we did not suspect that she would try to come through the pass"
Reinsen glared coldly at the man, "Ignorance is no excuse Captain, you will be held responsible for this...incident."
The Captain remained on his knees, "But my lord, she carried one of the Seven Royal Seals, as with anyone else that carried such an item, we gave her what she requested without question. Can my men be help responsible for adhering to such customs?"
Reinsen suddenly drew the broadsword at his hip and placed the cold steel edge on the back of the Captain's neck. "As I said before Captain...it is not your men that will be held responsible for this mistake...no it is not they that will be punished...but you Captain."
Suddenly the grim sound of metal rending flesh tore through the silence. As Reinsen Nevar the Emperor of Larovia wiped the blood from his blade he glanced up at the man closest to him. "Damien, I want this problem amended, she can't have gotten far, take your men and search the mountainside. Find and kill her, do the same for anyone else that happens to be with her."
Without a word the blonde haired man that Reinsen had named Damien motioned for his men to follow him as he faded into the darkness.
When Damien reappeared some distance down the mountainside, his men appearing near him. He motioned for two of them to draw their bows, for within sight were Issildia and Streak. Within a matter of moments the two archers had their bows drawn and fitted with arrows. Damien then nodded to his archers in a motion to fire at will...
~Issildia was suddenly distracted from the present situation, instantly she allowed the light on her left hand to go out, cloaking them in darkness once more. It was then that she dropped out of the tree landing only a foot or two from Streak. It was this move that saved her life as a duo of arrows came soaring into the clearing imbedding themselves into the tree that she had been standing in.
Silently she put her hand on the shoulder of the Anerian soldier, "I told you once that knowing me would put you in danger, and now it's to late for you to turn back, so either you trust me or you die...make your choice."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 5:18 pm
Gourou Bandai (Konichiwa! dozo yoroshiku onegaishimasu.) Name: Voltaire Balkuren Age: 26 Race: Valtera Gender: male Weapons: morning star Secondary Weapons: hand axe Powers: Lightning (Can change into a black wolf) Allignment: Lawful-nuetral (Leaning towards evil) Appearence:  Dressed in black dress clothes and a red trenchcoat, 6' 1" Biography: I hate to do this but, reveals in RP, I'm really drained on coming up with a story for this guy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 11:30 pm
Streak raised his eye-brows, looked to the archers, looked to Issildia and nodded his head. Not that he really had a choice.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 10:22 am
"Good" said Issildia as she then removed the royal seal from around her neck and handed it to Streak. "Go to the Tower of Dalken, as long as you carry this the Larovian guard will not question you or your orders, get whatever supplies you need and cross the border into Keirdon, wait for me in Meradea...I will not be far behind..."
Issildia suddenly turned as an arrow with it's tip aflame soared over her, embedding itself in a dry bed of grass. Within moment a fire had roared to life, a fire that would soon consume the entirety of the mountainside. "Go!" Issildia shouted at Streak. "I will deal with this, go to Keirdon, Larovia will not dare tread there."
Suddenly she drew her scimitars Sable and Vice and solemnly stepped forward approaching Damien and his men. She glanced back at Streak once more before turning to face her enemy...
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 8:18 pm
Name: Loki (( she has no last name..)) Age: 19 Race: Celtarie Gender: Female Weapons: two katana's strapped in a X on ehr back..Their names are withheld form others..but nicnames.. Kiss and Death Secondary Weapons: An array of Whips and throing knives.. and her most beloveded prized dagger.. Powers: due to her Celtarie blood..she has the gift of shadows and death..Aye but the strongest power the streongest one she has..is Necromancy..Ah Necromancy the ability to raise and contorl the dead.. be zmobies ((bodies)) spirit ((ghost))..but it gets even more in depth..for with necromancy t her state.. to raise and contorl the dead or be undead of any age or race also there is ruorm that Necromancers can suck the soul right out of the body or bring the soula nd body back togther to make the being live.. Allignment: Neutral Appearence:  Biography: Well ever since she can rememebr she has lived in the forest.. Bothof ehr parents are dead..her mother died giving birth toher.. and ehr father.. was hunted own and killed..but that didnt stop her at rasing their souls and living happily ever after until now...
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