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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 11:38 pm
ChaosQueen 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... ((Welcome to Ashen Blade))
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 11:39 pm
(( Thank you very much -bows- i can just jump in?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 6:06 am
ChaosQueen (( Thank you very much -bows- i can just jump in?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 7:52 am
Streak put it around his neck and ran. He first ran to the Tower of Dalken. He memorised several incantations. Then he collect supplies and, just as Issildia said, the guards let him pass without question. Streak then phased to Keirdon in shadow form as now it was night. Streak waited on top of the highest tower in Meradea. He sensed another presence. Streak stayed in shadow form, but stayed wary. The presence was very near. Fear struck Streak, so much so he fell from the tower. The last thing he saw was a face beyond fear. Streak didn't recognise it. The figure didn't move him, it left him where he was.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 9:59 am
As Issildia stepped towards Damien and his men. The two archers stood and fired a duo of arrows at her but her scimitar Sable easily deflected the shot. It was then that she disappeared in a swirl of darkness only to appear in the very center of her enemies. Instantly Damien was standing with his scimitar drawn, his men quickly followed suit, with as slight motion of the hand Damien gave the signal for those under his command to kill the intruder. A fiery inferno raged around the battle as Issildia fended off her attackers. Every few moments the body of one of her enemies fell lifeless to the ground. Damien Ryera seemed to have disappeared in the fray leaving his men to deal with her.
Issildia's twin scimitars moved with unthinkable speed and she continued to deal out blows. Within a matter of minutes Issildia sheathed her scimitars, many of Damien's men had fled during the battle, normally she would have hunted them down herself but she still had some one else to deal with. "Damien..." Issildia said with venom as she turned to face into the darkness. The fire continued to consume the mountainside, surrounding the area she was standing in.
The fiery light of the inferno combined with the ash that streaked her face gave of the image of a predator that was coming in for the final kill. Slowly she drew her katana Sumar, and settled into a fighting stance. The shadows then seemed to detach themselves from their surroundings to form into the shape on a man. Within moment Damien Ryera stood before her, his hands idly clapping, "Bravo Issildia, bravo" he said melodramatically. "I suppose you think that I am here to fight, well you should know that you are quite mistaken." Damien stepped forward slowly approaching her,"Your father no longer hunts you Issildia...for he has many other things to be attending to now."
Issildia suddenly lunged forward so that the tip of her sword rested against Damien's neck. "And what pray tell is that suppose to mean Ryera?" she demanded.
An icy smirk then crossed Damien's face, "Haven't you heard ? Your beloved Anier has been brought to it's knees, it will not be long before the White City is no more. Only a few more days and it's walls will be breached..."
Issildia's blade then drew blood as it pressed into his neck, "Lies!" she hissed.
Damien leered at her, "Larovia has new allies now Issildia, my own line has come to lend it's aid to your father and the destruction of Anier..."
Blood now ran down the length of her blade Sumar and yet Damien had not flinched, "My father will kill you clan when he is done with them, it his in his nature to do so." Issildia said coldly.
"He will not be given the chance" Damien hissed. Suddenly the fire that had been held at bay suddenly roared higher, a number of trees were beginning to topple to the ground, one of which was about to come crashing down over Issildia and Damien. Damien leapt back, as did Issildia. As the felled tree continued to burn between them they remained locked on each other's icy gaze. "It is only a matter of time until this war ends Issildia, you can not protect Anier forever..." It was then that he faded into the darkness, Issildia continued to stare at where he had been, "I beg to differ..." she said darkly. Then she to faded into the shadows.
Only moments later she appeared in an alleyway in Meradea, the city of the Valtera... She now had to find the Anierian soldier that she had sent there...
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 11:07 am
Ah the forgotten Wild.. the grand mysterious forest..was it burning now? Hope not.. it was her home..Well as much as home ot get with a girl who cant remember a thing of her past..This little Celtarie ((sp?)) could be found wandering thre forests or city roads. An Assasin for hire..a shadow demon and Necromancer..Ah what one could do with necromancy, One could rule a kindom with it. She had no indicataion of her family.. her mother and father ding when she was at a young age.. she had grown up in the forest. IN her span she had run inot a few clans but wanted otknow.. which clan she was from..her contorl over shaodws was getting better by the day..as ussual her contorl of the dead was perfect. Her name was Loki but most called ehr Chaos for a smiple reason.. where ever she went Chaos soon followed. Riding her self of a thgouht she had stopped dead in the middle of an open pathway.. so much fire..the pants diying..another with that aura.. such powerful auras.. one male another female..tilting her head up ever so slihgtly she inhales. 'Blood was drawn here'
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 12:34 pm
Reinsen Nevar's forces had pulled back from the Eradonian Pass after Damien had reported that Issildia and her companions had been slain. What the Ryera's were up to could be anyone's guess. But it was obvious that the Ryera clan did not want Lord Reinsen to know that his enemies did indeed live... It would remain a mystery for some time as to why the Ryeras wished for Reinsen to believe that his enemies were a thing of the past...
The small battalion of soldiers that had accompanied Lord Reinsen to the Pass now filtered back through the expanse of the Forgotten Wild, so that they could reach Anier to aid their comrades it the conquering of the White City.
((Just so you guys know, if I make any posts with the gold border then it most likely that it's just an update of Events, these type of posts are like the Events section on the first page, things that just help push the storyline along. Remember your character can either know these things or remain oblivious to this information.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 12:36 pm
(((Oh and don't be afraid to add your own twist to the storyline guys...maybe a new nemisis or event. As long as you don't control the "NPC's" like Reinsen, Damien, etc. then anything like that is fine.)))
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 8:30 pm
Issildia silently strode through the wide stone paved paths in Meradea. Durning the day one would be able to see the delicate mason work that seemed to show itself on every building in Meradea. The city itself was not large but the scale of the buildings banished such belittling thoughts instantly. The Valtera had made the small city quite famous for the many temples that decorated the many interlacing streets that threaded their way through the city. Every piece of architecture was intractably carved with expert precision, but even so the impression that one had when first arriving in the city was that of simple, uncomplicated perfection. In their simple untroubled life style the Valtera that lived here had achieved what one might deem a Utopia of sorts...
Issildia then came into sight of a rather tall, tower like temple, only to see the crumpled for of the Anierian soldier at it's base. Instantly her blade Sumar was in her hand as she approached him, she didn't know what had happened but it was better to err of the side of caution...
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:10 am
Streak began to stir. As he began to regain conciousness he remember that terror. His face and hair turned white. His hair stood on end. He didn't dare open his eyes, but shuffled uncomfortably on the ground.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:27 pm
Issildia kneeled beside the soldier and set her katana Sumar on the ground within easy reach, in case something decided to attack. His condition looked as though it had been caused my some sort of life leeching necromancy, but a condition such as this could easily be caused by fear in it's purest of forms. If he remained in this state he might accidentally slip into the realm of the dead, which was an ability naturally granted to those of Celtarie blood. Issildia herself had been taught how to enter the purgatory, that was the Realm of the Dead so that she could raise and control the spirits that dwelled there. She had also been taught how to bring those in that realm to her own living realm, in short she could bring the dead back to life, but the act itself was draining and could easily kill one who was inexperienced in the Necromantic arts. Issildia was caught between two options, leaving the Anierian soldier to his own fate or stopping him from slipping into the Realm of the Dead. Though he was most certainly of Celtarie blood he might not have inherited any Necromantic abilities, making it impossible for him to return to the realm of the living if he did indeed slip into that land of darkness. Issildia only took a moment to debate this with herself before she decided against leaving him to his fate, he had done as she said and traveled to Meradea, where they would be safe from Larovia's forces for a time, he had done as she said and this had to make him somewhat trustworthy and worth saving... Issildia then cut her right palm with her blade Sumar, then took his pale right hand and held it with her own bleeding one. "Inter spem et metum" she said as she closed her eyes. "Locus desperatus " The blood from her cut palm then seemed to take on a slight glow. "Memento vivere, Liberate te ex inferis" Issildia's blood that now stained his hand then seemed to be absorbed by his pale skin. Color then began to come back into his face. "Vivere disce, cogita mori" she said as her eyes opened and the blood along with the cut on her palm faded into nothingness. Issildia then stood and sheathed her sword, acting as if nothing had happened. She barely glanced down at him as he began to stir once more... ((Latin Translations~ Between hope and Fear, A hopeless passage...
Remember Life and save yourself from darkness...
Learn to Live and remember Death...))
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 9:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:00 pm
~Deep within the forest, long after the two warriors left, the glyph on the ground had stopped glowing, leaving only a small crystal behind. This crystal seemed to be stuck in the ground, and it sparkled with a light that could clearly be seen in the forest. It pulsated almost as if it were reacting to something, and made a sound that seemed in sync with the light. A sould that was similar to that of wind chimes but a faint voice could be heard as well, almost as if the crystal itself were singing. As this event progressed, there was a single man that had appeared near the crystal.
He was dressed in all black armor with a design of a peculiar dragon on the chest plate and his gauntlets. The imprint was imbedded in a rare red diamond. One that was not native to the mortal realm. He also wore a long flowing cape along with his armor. The backside of it being a jet black, and the inside of it a dark red. His hair a deep crimson, and his eyes indigo. He kneeled down next to the crystal and picked it out of the ground. He studided it closely and placed it in a pouch hanging from his belt. It seemed that he had been collecting these crystal for some time as the pouch he wore was full of the crystals.
He then stood and looked in the direction of the Forgotten Wild. There he could sense a massive batallion of soldiers, as well as one that was obviously their leader. He could also sense the aura of another crystal in this area. If he was collecting these crystals, it seemed that this batallion would cross its path before he did. If so, he would have to find some way to convince them to give it back to him. He would avoid a confrontation, but it did not seem likely, for only few knew the secret of these crystals, and he prayed that there was no one in this batallion with that knowledge. With a small gust of wind, the warrior vanished into thin air, only a black feather left behind in his wake.~
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 7:14 am
Gilyan Name: Katlyn Methian Age: 26 Race: Nazuren Gender: Female Weapons: A rapier Secondary Weapons: twin daggers, which can be thrown. Powers: Telepathy and Telekinses like the rest of her race. Katlyn specializes in "suggestive" Telepathy as well as mind reading. She can only read the surface thoughts from a distance, but can go deeper by touching a person. She can send words to person, but the closer they get, they also get images. Katlyn Telekinesis is rather weak, but it is still useful to be able to move small objects around. Alignment: Neutral Appearance: Tall and lithe, Katlyn has kept herself fit. She has waist length blond hair; that she keeps in a single braid most of the time. Her bangs often hang in front of her blue eyes. Her eyes are soft and kind. Katlyn wears a large green cloak most of the time. She wears black under the cloak, and it has a trim slimier to assassin clothing. She carries her rapier on her side and her two daggers in wrist sheaths. She keeps her hood up and her hair is set up to cover her ears. Biography: Katlyn doesn�t know her parents. She grew up in �The White City�. While Katlyn never knew of her powers till she was a teen, she lived with her new parents. She eventually found out about her powers when she started to hear voices in her head. While no one in Anier could train her, Katlyn trained herself. She found out that while in someone�s mind, she could influence them to a certain task or feeling. During school, she was a terror because of that. As Katlyn grew up, the government of Anier realized that having a mind reader would be useful. She was recruited and found herself a job as a Envoy guard. Since she could tell what the envoys where thinking or what the people approaching the envoys, she was perfect. She was guarding an envoy on his way out when the most recent attacks came, now she is wandering, looking for someplace to replace as home.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:31 am
At the half way point between the Eradonian Pass and Lake Veldan, the home of Anier, a change in the battalion's leader had been made. Business in Eradon had called Reinsen Nevar to Larovia's capital city, to quiet yet another rebellion. Strangely, the Emperor had left one of his new allies of the Ryera line in command, Damien...
Why Reinsen trusted the Ryera's, remained quite an enigma, perhaps it was only his apprehension of the approaching fall of Anier. Or perhaps it was something else, but for now many would question his decision to leave Damien in command of the battalion.
It was only moments after Reinsen Nevar departed that Damien ordered those now under his command to make camp for the night, they would complete their journey when the sun rose.
While the battalion began to set up camp Damien seemed to be absent from the scene for a time. A single soldier by the name of Hojn happened to see his new commander stalk into the dark of the forest, and being untrustworthily of Larovia new allies, the man followed Damien to see what his commander was up to.
Hojn was nothing more than a simple foot soldier but he was indeed of Celtarie blood, and this gave him the chance to truly investigate what the Ryera was doing.
When Hojn entered the area of the forest that Damien had gone to, he became aware of two voices. One was most certainly Damien but the other was a darker voice that sent a cold shiver through the soldier. Hojn, moving as silently as he could drew closer towards the sound of the two men talking. When two figures came into view Hojn slipped behind a nearby tree, and continued to listen attentively to their conversation.
"Why are you here brother?" asked the voice of Damien.
"I have something that might be of interest of you." answered the other chilling voice.
Hojn then glanced around the trunk of the tree that he was hiding behind. He was not surprised to see Damien Ryera standing there, but the other person standing across from Damein was none other than Luin Ryera, the leader of the Ryera Clan.
Hojn watched a Luin handed a small crystal to Damien. "I want this given to our good friend Reinsen, if things go according to plan then it should help us gain a bit of time to properly prepare things.."
Damien simply nodded and slipped the gem into a satchel at his hip. "Excellent," mused Luin, "Lord Reinsen will be pre-occupied in dealing with this as well as whatever his daughter has in store for him..."
Luin then turned from his brother Damien, "I advise that you get that item out of your hands as quickly as possible, I'm sure you know what hunts it brother..."
Damien only smirked, "Yes Reinsen will be quite busy with what has been arranged."
Luin smirked at this as well, "All the pieces have been set, and it is our move now..." Luin's form then faded into the darkness.
Damien then to seemed to disappears into the darkness.
The soldier Hojn then relaxed slightly but he then he regretted letting down his guard. For a slender knife was now set across his neck. "Now what is one of Larovia's own doing away from his post...." hissed that chilling voice. The sound of a scream was then cut short by the brash sound of metal rending flesh...then all was silent...
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