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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:20 pm
We wander. We have only two friends, ourselves and others like ourselves. Mortals shun us. Gods hate us. We are outcasts. While we cannot hide from the gods, we can hide from the humans, and that is what we do.
We are Fighters.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:21 pm
~*~Plot~*~
Setting: A different planet called Earenthia in a different universe called Geonatheruom
Time Period: Earth time=around the 1800s; while Earenthia time is far more advanced and is around year 5937
~The Fighters~
The Fighters are people who are shunned only because we are stronger. The Gods are afraid that we may be stronger than them. Some of us are. Most of us aren’t. They don’t know that though. We have marks that identify us as Fighters, and we hide them as so that we not get burned at the stake. We are not Immortal, like many mortals say, we are just stronger and have much longer life spans. The Gods have seen us live for centuries longer than the humans and they believe that we will become old enough to gain knowledge to overthrow them so that we may rule over those that leave us out of everything. Most of us do not wish to do the above things mentioned, but some are trying to do just the opposite. While we sneak into cities using human connections already inside the city, the humans don’t realize it and we can get away with it easily.
~The Gods~
We worry that the Fighters may overthrow us one day. It is sad, but some of us realize that it had to happen someday. Others cower in fear from them, and even more others realize that only a few of the Fighters are actually capable of doing what we think they are.
~The Humans~
The Fighters have tried to kill us and torture us without belief. Because of this we shun them and don’t allow them in our society. We thoroughly check those who join in our cities and we do not believe that there are any traitors in our midst who would sneak a Fighter into a city of ours.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:22 pm
~*~Rules~*~
1. Follow Gaia TOS
2. If OOC, show it in some way for example: ((blah blah blah))
3. Be LITERATE!! I want this to be a decently literate RP
4. Keep it PG 15, we don't know how people will react to certain things, and I don't want anything explicit in the first place.
5. Be kind to others because if you start mouthing off, then they start mouthing off, and then other RPer's may not want to role play with you anymore, and that will make role playing for you harder and unpleasant.
6. No god-moding! I don't want people to take charge of an entire situation, and that will make people not want to RP with you(see rule #5)
7. I want people to be active! I may take your character(and you) out of the RP if you do not post regularly.
8. If someone asks you to stop something, do it! If you inform someone to stop, and they don't, tell me. I will deal with it first by talking to that person, asking them again to stop doing whatever it was they were doing, then by expulsion from the RP.
9. Do not post unless you have been accepted, and you see your character skeleton on the front page.
10. DO NOT post your character profile. Send it to me, with the subject ‘Fighters’ and I will post it.
11. Enjoy the RP!
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:24 pm
~*~Character skeleton~*~ This is the profile that MUST be used. While I do not care if you change the colors, I will not accept anything else, and if it is wrong, I will either fix it if I'm in a good mood, or send it back to you, telling you to fix it.
Also, as said in the rules, send me the character profile with the subject 'Fighters' and I will post it.
[b][size=15][color=darkblue]Gaia Username:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Gaia Username here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Character Name:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Character Name here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Age:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Age here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Race(either Fighter, God, or Human):[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Race here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Gender:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Gender here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Likes:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Likes here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Disikes:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Dislikes here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Personality:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Personality here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Bio:[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Bio here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Appearance(pictures are okay):[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Appearance here))[/color]
[size=15][color=darkblue]Extra(usually where you put information about the mark of fighters, or what kind of god they are):[/color][/size] [color=blue]((Put info for Extra here))[/color][/b]
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 9:07 pm
~*~Accepted Character Profiles~*~  Gaia Username: MooBrains
Character Name: Christian 'Angel' Grethan
Age: 16
Race: Fighter
Gender: Male
Likes: People who are willing to help him, apples, music, fantasy or fairy tales, those who have limits to what they do to the Humans.
Disikes: People who don't give themselves rules, goat milk, people who chew their nails, parents who are strict.
Personality: He is trustworthy to anyone who is willing to give him their trust. Of course, there is the occasional slip where he goes back into his ways of how he raised himself after being left in an orphanage. Blackmail, gambling, drinking, that kind of thing. Anyways, he is usually trustworthy and smart. He can think of things on the fly when he's sober, but being a freelance worker, he is rarely like that except when he is on a job. His friends consist of other freelance workers, most of them only slightly older than himself.
Bio: He was left at a local orphanage when he was a baby, and he doesn't remember his real parents. When he has old enough to know how to sharpen things into a sharp point, he would make weapons out of sticks, rocks, etc. and play with other kids pretending to be freelance Fighters. His games came true one day when he woke up to find that his right eye was blind but had a design in it that marked the Fighters. That was when the orphanage cast him out and he had to learn to use swords and guns and other weapons to protect and get a living for himself.
Extra: He learned from a man who wouldn't let him be called a Freelancer until he killed him. Angel did so and walked out of his master's house. Totally unrelated to that, He always introduces himself as Angel, even if it makes people call him gay and things like that, He just assumes that if someone pisses him off enough, he could just kill them.
Other Pictures:Short SwordShurikensShuriken PouchThree Hidden Daggers*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: Thunder-king01
Character Name: Mallik
Age: to many years to count but as far as the other gods know he is about 4000 or so
Race: God
Gender: Male
Likes: Fighting, killing,blood, battle
Disikes: The fighters, the other cowardly gods
Personality: Violent, but he isn't stupid, he's been in many wars and knows how to take on any opponent
Bio: Mallik is the God of wars and battle, often clad in armor and caring a large sword, he is one of, if not the best, worriers among the gods. He wishes to wipe the fighters off the face of history before they get a chance to wipe out him and the other gods.
Extra: The god of wars and battles.Other Pictures:Sword Armor*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  Gaia Username: MooBrains
Character Name: Sonney Deglare
Age: 10,000
Race: God
Gender: Male
Likes: People who are optimistic and happy. Bright light, yellow, and farm animals.
Disikes: Pessimists, darkness, black(or other dark colors), strictness.
Personality: He is optimistic about things and he isn't worried about the fighters. Hell, he even has friends that are Fighters.
He makes friends easily, allowing him to have connection in all three races, Fighter, Human, and God, but this also makes him a good target if someone wants information about a different race. He doesn't tend to give it, making people think that he is secretive. He isn't. In fact, he is very open with most things and enjoys sharing his opinion if he is asked to. Sometimes he may act like he doesn't like others, but he does, and most people know that. He doesn't like to tell people that he is God, mainly because mortals grovel at his feet and Fighters tend to be more hostile toward him if they know about it.
Bio: Not much to say. He was orginally human, but when the gods realized that they needed a sun god, they turned him into one and gave him the task of making one, the lazy bastards...
Extra: He is the god of light and the sun. He is looked upon by mortals every time someone tries to look at the sun. He holds off the sun's extreme heat from the planet, but more recently he made a layer of air/space that can do that for him.
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Balls of Light*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  Gaia Username: Lucifer Moloch
Character Name: Alucard
Age: 6,000
Race: God
Gender: Male
Likes: Sweets, gods, cute things
Disikes: Spicy foods, fighters, scary things
Personality: Alucard is rather happy and innocent considering his position. Even in the most serious moments, Alucard tends to be goofy and childish. The only time Alucard is serious (which tends to be horrifying to even some gods) is when he wakes up or when someone challenges his power or might.
Bio: To the surprise to still a few gods he is the God of Death, and he carries a stuffed rabbit who steals your soul when you look into it's eyes.
Extra: God of Death*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: Lucifer Moloch
Character Name: Caelan Valentine
Age: 17
Race: Fighter
Gender: Male
Likes: Fighting, people who side with him, spicy food
Disikes: Gods, humans, loyal people
Personality: Caelan is a rather abnormal person, a fighting addict, and someone who never keeps an allegiance. He'll go to the highest bidder, even in the middle of a job. When not fighting, he'll try to find something to amuse himself, not caring if it's legal or not.
Bio: Born in an orphanage, Caelan spent his entire life wondering what could be. He was adopted when he was seven by a rich family that thought he was just another object to buy and amuse them. One day he woke up to find that he was actually stronger than his 'father' and he then decided to live his own life, without being told what to do.
Extra: He has a rather ornate mark on his right shoulder and right side of his neck.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  Gaia Username: Yaku-Chan
Character Name: Amaria Nox
Age: 17
Race: Fighter
Gender: Female
Likes: Winning, Staying Alive, Enjoying Time While She Can, Fighting Occasionally for the Pleasure of it, Acting, People Who Have Strong Will and Determination, Strength, History, Practicality
Disikes: Losing, Getting Caught, Being Short on Time, Being Bored, Weakness, Crying, Losing to Her Emotions
Personality: Amaria is known for being stubborn. She has a short-temper for those who she believes are weak emotionally. Believing in justice and a set of her own personal ethics, she has a soft spot for children and those who have no other means of helping themselves. Hardly ever revealing her true emotions, she is known occasionally to be light-hearted, while on other occasions, having a very dark demeanor. A very complicated individual on the interior, she strives for simplicity and practicality when dealing iwth exterior issues. A loyal friend and a determined individual, she believes that there will never be anything to prevent her from achieving whatever goals she has set before her.
Bio: Mari was born into a wealthy noble family of one of the more well-known cities. Her father had achieved his status by acting as a trusted and efficient general. A secret that was known only to her mother and herself was that her father was a Fighter. Raised by her mother to be a sophisticated lady, and by her father to be a fearless and relentless Fighter, Mari would be able to interact in both the violent and the social worlds. However, at the age of 15, her father would die on the field, while her mother would disappear, abandoning Mari. It would only be a few months later that the markings which would isolate her as a Fighter would appear on her right-shoulder, extending to her left-hip. Determined to leave a life of passive sophistication, Mari would escape the court and roam the countryside in an attempt to discover the true events behind her parents falls from grace.
Extra: In several ways, Mari is a mercenary, fighting for pleasure or simply for money. She's most often seen carrying an excessively large blade, curtousy of her father, or a simple glaive. The where abouts of her home are known only to herself. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: Thunder-king01
Character Name: Dimitri "The bladed angel" La-ahad
Age: 25
Race: Fighter
Gender: Male
Likes: Equality among people, people with a good sense of humor, a fair fight
Disikes: discrimination, people who are over serious, cheaters
Personality: He's confident in his abilities but not over confident.He Enjoys a good laugh.
Bio: Orphaned as a child, Dimitri grew up as a blacksmith's apprentice for a few years where he made his fist blades, his master was one of the few humans who worked with the fighter, one day a group of soliders came and arrested his master for treson, Dimitri escaped with a group of fighters and was then brought up under a master swordsmen and his wife.He recived the name The Bladed angel for helping the weaker fighters whenever they go into serious trouble.
Extra: His mark is on his back and resembles a decrotive crossOther Pictures:SwordHidden Blade*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: Durban59
Character Name: Alexander Keith
Age: 18
Race: human
Gender: male
Likes: The Fighters themselves, his skills which make him hard to tell the difference from an actual fighter. Also, he likes spicy foods, and he is actually very fond of others like him. Not to mention he likes his own cooking
Disikes: Other humans who shunned him from his village, the gods who wish to be rid of the fighters instead of accept them. Not to mention any other fighters who would criticize him of his talents.
Personality: Alex is actually very easy-going and fun to be with once you get to know him. However, he does be careful of who he meets and who he talks to. He would prefer not to have his secret revealed. He also takes the attitude of the fighter he housed-strong willed, and confident.
Bio: Alexander Keith, like any normal boy, was raised in a family who hated the fighters. Feared for their strength and vitality, they were misnamed as the demons of the living world. One day, a traveler of great stature and appetite came to the village. He stayed within the home of Alex. After a few short years, they had grown to be almost inseparable. However, only just recently, did he discover that that man was a fighter. While Alex could accept him, the village could not.Alex was shunned from the village for trying to accept the fighter, and the fighter was executed due to the sheer force of the number of the humans in the village. So, one night, he created a deal with the god of the underworld. He would have the strength of a fighter, but his memory in others minds would be wiped clean. Alex accepted the deal, and took the gear from the executed fighter, traveling the world to find a way for the fighters and humans to co-exist in peace.
Extra: As a final act of apology, Alex tattooed the mark of the figher in the exact same spot where the original figher once had his. The mark resides oh his left arm, a dragon encircling his entire arm, and opening it's jaws on his middle and ring finger.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: Durban59
Character Name: Styx, the god of the underworld
Age: he's been around since the beginning of time.
Race: God
Gender: Apparently Male
Likes: Gambling, Making deals, scamming humans for trying to cheat life.
Disikes: being mixed up as the god of death, people begging for their lives, and the constant wishing for deals to be undone.
Personality: One of the only gods who doesn't really care about the affairs of the other gods and mortals, he's mostly laid back. However, he does have a certain hate towards the fighters, cause he would have more work to do if either side won. He's a fun business man who likes to be relaxed while making a deal.
Bio: A divine being since the beginning of time, Styx has been the director of souls to the underworld. Once there, he decides on their eternal punishment, or reward. Depending on the god's point of view. From time to time, a desperate person will pray to him to find a way to "cheat" at life. However, he makes sure that the person who makes the bargain get more then what they pay for. The most interesting case, however, was that of Alex, who wanted to have the characteristics of one of the most hated beings on the planet. Curious as to what his intentions are, he granted him the deal, knowing it would come to haunt him one day.
Extra: Being the god of the underworld, he actually LIKES lucifer's help on the physical world. One less soul to judge, less time on his hands, less to do for work, and he even hopes for more time with himself.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: X-BLACK-FIRE-NINJA-X
Character Name: Exxon Valdez
Age: 23
Race: Fighter
Gender: Male
Likes: Rap Music, Speed, Technology
Dislikes: Bragging people, Bad guys, Problem starters
Personality: He is a funny person with lovely comments,mysterious and calm at any situation
Bio: He is said to be one of the masters of Dark and silent killing, His family was killed by a lightining Storm,knowing that it was a god who killed Them,he have now a target to avenge them,Right now ,he is searching for information about the God who is responsible for his familys death
Extra: He has a wolf pet named White,He has an Excess in his body powers (ie : He can see through walls, hearing and smelling senses are excessed ,He speed has been rated to speed of light, and his muscular power is Excessed also,All,except his muscular body ,can be maintained by his brain) ,he is smart and stealthy and last but not least ,a serial killer.*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*  Gaia Username: nautilus pilot
Character Name: Amontillado
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Likes: Post-punk music, fire, sharp things, chains, females, lightning, and explosions.
Disikes: Oddly enough, a fear of blood.
Personality: Amontillado has low self-esteem, but is reverent to the Gods. He is generally passive towards life.
Bio: Amontillado is a teenage boy who is bored with his life. He hasn’t had any traumatic experiences, but he has always had a wish, a passionate desire, to fly among the Gods, to wield their great power. His greatest interest is the destructive might of these beings. However, he dislikes the Fighters for their violence, and wishes he could be a part of the battle against them. But he is stuck on the ground with the simple life a human.
Extra: Wishes he could be the god of lightning and zap everything.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:49 am
((so were open now?...can I make a starting post or do you wanna do that?))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:36 pm
((well, not to be snooty or anything, but considering that it says "open and accepting," yea, post whenever, I'm still working on my second profile, oh and if you have 2 profiles you can put like a line in between the two character posts, like below
blah blah blah blah blah blah
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more blah blah blah blah blah
yea, like that, or have your two characters talking, or whatever.
OMG!! I still have somewhere to go tonight and stuff so i wont be able to finish my profile until later, ima take it down and put it back up later then, sorryz!! sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:15 pm
((k, just checking))
Mallik drew his sword and spun it around by the cord attached to the handle. "so many options, so little time..." He sighed." this really is a waste of my time, killing all of these weakling fighters...I can't beleive the other gods are to worried about them slaying us" He muttered watching one of the pathic excuses for a fighter run. "you know you should just accept your fate" He said, he tossed his word caught it and threw it like a javlin peircing the fighter throught the heart and pinning him to a tree. The fighter coughted out blood then slowly died. He heard someone exhale and turned around, one another fighter crawled along the ground, one arm missing, and one leg broken, he was going for a small sword that lay just outta arms length. Mallik walked over and stepped a armor boot onto the fighter's hand, the young man yelled in pain. "not dead yet huh?...well that's easily fixed" He lifted his other foot and brought it down crushing the mans skull. he walked over grabbed his sword out of the tree and body and shethed it, his armor faded and revealed his body, his sword strapped to his back. "heh...amaturs...no room for the weak in my world" He muttered and walked away from the horrific scene of five dead fighters broken and dead all on the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:56 am
((OoC: Hey there. Just wanted to ask if it was okay if I left my post this color. It makes it easier for me to distinguish who's who. =P))
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Mari ambled along the dirt road that she had been traveling on for the past three days. The scenery, seeing as it never changed, was beginning to bore her. Breathing out, she scowled. This was the one thing she didn't like about traveling. The actual walking itself. Her feet weren't killing her. Rather, everything she looked at was beginning to look the same. Tree, tree, tree, oh wait . . . . bush.
Closing her eyes for a minute to rest them against the glare of the fading sun, she hefted her broad-blade sword over her shoulders. Finally opening them, she sighed. There was one sight she would never get tired of, and that was the slow, steady diminishment of the sun and its glorious rays. The sky was painted a soothing hue of reds and oranges. Almost like flames.
Just as she was starting, for a moment, to enjoy her quiet, lonesome trek, and earsplitting scream tore through the air like a knife through butter. Wincing, Mari picked up the pace. A grove of trees was ahead and she was sure that was where the screech had come from. Skidding to a stop, she nearly turned around to vomit. Holding back the less than sophisticated gesture, she returned her eyes to the grisly scene. A group of travelers had come across a grove of dead, mutilated, and decapitated Fighters.
Looking at the travelers, Mari guessed that one of younger women had been the one to scream. Before they could notice her, or worse, attempt to hire her protection, Mari edged away from the scene. The humans would be safe from the cause of this massacre. Herself on the otherhand, not so likely. Aside from the rustic smell of blood in the air, Mari could smell the electric tingle of a passing god.
A part of her was pushing her to go look for it. Vengeance for those whom she didn't even know. Valiant. Yet foolish. Another part, a more sane and practical part, was dragging her away, telling her to run.
As usual, Mari's love for practicality failed and she dashed off into the trees, following the scent and tingle of electricity that could only be left by a passing god. Traveling silently, despite the bulk of her weapon, Mari shifted through the shadows of the thickening woods. The smell of burning, of sizzling electricity grew. Part of her knew that if she ran into this 'god', she might not walk away unscathed. But it wouldn't be her first time to meet one, and she was going to make sure it wouldn't be her last.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:55 pm
((yea, i dont really care what color the posts are in, and it definitely does make it easier to differentiate between one person's post to another...))
Christian and Sonney were in a mock practice battle, trying to ignore that pain they inflicted on each other. Sonney had the upper hand, however, seeing as how he was a god. Christian was one of the few who knew this, and whirled to his back with amazing speed and agility, surprising Sonney with an attack from behind.
"Hah," Sonney said, panting.
"Ahh," Christian groaned as he saw his shuriken-like knife in Sonney's now bleeding hand. He caught the hidden blade before it had actually managed to inflict serious damage, hard for even a God to recover from, "howd you know I was behind you?"
"Your music was too loud, I can hear it through the headphones." Sonney replied, as if the answer was obvious.
"Huh?" Christian asked, taking head phone out of one ear, and then the other, "sorry, I couldn't hear you, can you repeat that?" He smiled sarcastically, but that smug smile left his face as he heard a woman's scream coming from deeper in the forest.
He and Sonney rushed to the sound, and they found a gruesome scene of dead fighters and simple travelers, most on their knees, their hands around their mouths, as if holding a scream in their hands.
The pair could sense the feeling of god in the air, at least, a god other than Sonney, and they gave each other wary looks. They went to the travelers and tried to act nice. Sonney had a hard time trying to keep his wings hidden, especially in the modern clothing that Christian had told him to wear. He was used to looser things, like kimonos. Still, he had managed to hide his wings long enough to pitch tents for the travelers and himself and to enter the tent and to sprawl on the cool dirt floor of the forest.
Christian stayed out side, basically guarding the encampment that they had made.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:16 pm
Mallik bent over a stream and began cleaning his blade, which gave a high pitch whine as if to protest it's bath. "I know you like the feeling of blood on you, biut I can't walk around with a bloody blade all the time, now can I?". The sword responded with a low whine. "Yes I can feel it too, the presence of another god...but you need not worry we'll be gone from here before he or she arrives" He said calmly to the blade. He wipped off the rest of the blood and reshethed the sword. He kept walking, I still cannot beleive those pansy gods...they don't have the guts to stand up for themselves...and it dosn't help I'm one of the youngest...and god of wars...this releative peace has been so tiresome...but those small conflicts between humans and fighters does make for some form of entertainment. He thought to himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dimitri 'the bladed angel' La-ahad heard a eardrum shattering scream, then the tingling he felt whenever a god was nearby.What would a god be doing all the way out here He thought. He decided to investigate drawing his sword and walked coutiously towords the direction the direction where the tingling got stronger.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:36 pm
((Thunder King, you want me to put the sword of Dimitri on his character profile as a separate link?))
Sonney sat there thinking about what could have happened to the fighters who's bodies had been buried not a few minutes before. He didn't want to think that a God had killed all of them, but it was the most likely scenario, considering that there was the feeling of a nearby God when he and Christian had reached the group of weak travelers. He had to stop thinking, as he heard footsteps nearing the tent. He sat up and hid his wings once more when the flap to the tent opened, trying to make sure that it wasn't an enemy who had gotten past Christian, however unlikely it was.
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Christian found no danger in the few minutes that he had been standing there. He calmly walked back to the camp and went into the tent which He and Sonney had pitched for themselves. As he entered, Sonney sat up and hid his wings abruptly, probably thinking that it was an enemy, not Christian that had entered the tent.
"Relax, relax," Christian said, laying his case of shurikens on the floor along with a short sword which he had hidden on his back, under his heave coat made of pure leather. He rolled his eye at the God, and went to lay on the ground next to him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:52 pm
((sure))
Mallik walked singing quietly to himself.
"That's what minstrel sing
Join in the horrible screams
Take part in murderous deeds
Renowned be the lion-hearted
Join in the minstrelsy
Wailing in endless grief
It eagerly longs for more
Broken bodies lay down on the ground
Blood sheds all over the place
The green will be stained forever
And hate reigns all over the field
They keep struggling on in anger
Fiercely intense
Outrageous, too blind to see
And in pain they keep on singing
We claim the land for the highlord
God bless the land and our highlord
War and anger shall reign
The clash of iron can be heard
By blindness you're driven insane
I'm lost in anguish and grief
Sorrow won't wane 'til you die
A shattered body deeply hurt
And darkness will cover the light
It's gone forevermore"
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Dimitri ran, following the sound of singing. He ran heading stright at a man he now figured was a god. He stopped a few feet away. "What's someone like you doing around a place like this?".
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:47 pm
Christian and Sonney both sat up at the same time, feeling that danger was coming near. They eyed the tent flap until they heard yet another scream from the travelers. They hopped up, again, at the same time, and tried to run out of the tent at the same time too. It didn't work to well, they hit each other's sides and both fell on their butts, until there was another scream. They stood, this time smart enough to go out separately, and ran to the encampment's center, where a bonfire was going and there were frightened looking people sitting on the logs around it.
"What happened?" Christian and Sonney asked at the same time.
A crying girl looked from the dirt pathway through the forest and then at the two, and pointed at the path saying, "A monster carried daddy from his tent and into the forest! you have to save him, mister! You have to! Right mommy?" She asked as she turned to a woman who looked absolutely terrified.
"You sirs would do it, wouldn't you?" The woman asked, still staring at the path.
"No, we have our own-" Christian started to say, cut off by Sonney and his endless chivalry.
"Of course, young lady, we would love to," Christian eyed Sonney angrily, but then nodded as Sonney gave a heated glare to him.
"Y-yea, of course." Then the two headed off into the forest after whatever scared the traveler so much.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 7:31 pm
"Oh the usual...just enjoying the peace...the quiet...killing any fighters" he said drew his sword and advanced on Dimitri and swung his sword vertically. Dimitri brought his sword up in the blink of a eye, but the blades never collided. "heh...well I guess you are a fighter...no human could move that fast...well I guess this means you die now" Mallik said, grinning evily.
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"...your the one who caused that scream...arn't you"
"scream...oh...that was just some passers by who saw the aftermath...quiet gruesome if I say so myself...but no lost...after all those fighters were weak...I can tell your proablly stronger...probally"
"..." Dimitri's grip on his sword tightened. "I won't allow you too harm any one...anymore" Dimitri said, angered. He stepped forword, the blades now hitting. Dimitri pushed using both hands, Mallik using only one hand kept the two blades in the same spot. They pushed off each moving back a few feet. "and so...the game begins" Mallik said, a twisted grin spread across his face.
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