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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:45 am
RULES (PLEASE FOLLOW!)1. No Power Playing. (Meaning you can't just attack or kill another RPer, you have to give them a chance to block, dodge, or counter your move.) 2. No God characters or God-modding, you have to be able to be hurt or killed, even if it is hard to do. Also, for the sake of enjoyment, take a few hits so our characters with healing abilities can actually prove themselves useful. 3. Follow the "line-of-sight" ideology, whereby your character must be within hearing or seeing distance to know what the other characters are doing or saying. Also, your character can't just pop up in between the other characters; you have to at least let the others be aware that you’re arriving where they are. 4. If you don't fully understand how to RP, then please read this. Type normally whenever your character is doing an action, "use these quotations whenever your character is talking," 'use single quotes whenever your character is thinking,' and ((Use these parenthesis whenever you are talking Out Of Character, commonly known as OOC.)) 5. Be considerate of the other RPers. Don't start fights in OOC for no good reason. This is a fantasy world, and you’re real life problems and opinions don’t mean anything here. If you do start these kinds of foolish behaviors you will be immediately blacklisted, no exceptions. 6. Please, No Random Posts! They are annoying, and if you want to do it, then do it on a bump thread. No Bumping either. 7. Romance is allowed, and as long as you don't engage in any sexual activities in your posts everything will be fine. If you must do the nasty then go to PMs for everyone's sake. Failure to comply with this rule will get you instantly blacklisted. 8. Everyone must be Semi-Lit to Literate; preferably Literate. The exception is really long posts about minor details. We don't need a small novel to tell us you opened the door. 9. All characters must be at least 18 years old. If you want a truly advanced mage or skilled fighter, I advise adding a few more years to this. Make it at least somewhat realistic. 10. You may use any abilities you want. Weapons, magic, healing, summoning, telepathy, anything you desire. The choice is up to you. There is only one exception to this rule. No guns! All races are welcome as well. Humans, elves, demons, angels, vampires, dragons, cross-breeds, just whatever you decide. 11. Please try your best to post at least once every two days. If you will be unable to do this, please tell me. After a week without a single post I will PM you, if I get no reply you will be removed. You can be accepted back in, however; because I’m generous like that. 12. If you are going to have another main character, such as a complementary villain to your own character, please send me a profile for that character, and use a different text color for that character's posts. 13. Cursing/Swearing is allowed, just don’t say GD or drop the F-Bomb, and don’t make every other word in your posts a swear word. 14. Please send me all profiles through PM with the title "Covenant" as the subject. I will repost new profiles on the first page as soon as I get the chance. Do not post on the thread until I have verified your character submission. Profile Outline Gaianame: Name: Age: (Your character's age, not your actual age.) Personality:Race: Gender: Appearance: (Pics please) Weapons: Skills: (Any abilities your character has. Magic, healing, etc.) Occupation: (What does your character do for a living?) Bio: (Your character's background. Please try to make your bio at least two paragraphs in length, that way you will actually have a backstory to work with, and most importantly, make sure your character has some sort of connection to the main story of this RP. No random person or creature from another dimension that just happened to stumble upon this world.) The World of TialisIn the beginning of time, the God of Light, and all that is considered to be light, Cosja, and the God of Darkness, and all that is considered to be dark, Naglos, were always fighting. Both were evenly matched and neither of them could outmatch the other. After many eons of fighting and neither God surrendering to the other, Cosja and Naglos decided to form a pact with one another; a truce to symbolize the end of their fighting and the start of a new era in time. This was known as the Great Armistice. The Gods then decided to create something to remind each other of this pact they had agreed upon. Thus, the world was created. The world was barren and desolate, however; and Cosja and Naglos decided that the starkness was displeasing, and they both desired something more. Thus the Gods created a seed, and within the seed they poured their respective powers: Good and Evil, Light and Darkness, Order and Chaos. They then planted the seed inside the world that they had made, and from that seed an all-powerful and unfathomably massive tree grew. That tree became known as the Tree of Life, Gonlaska. Now Gonlaska was no ordinary tree, for within this giant tree there were the powers of Cosja and Naglos, and from the joining of these two entities’ cosmic energies the Sustainer of Life was created, mana. Mana is formed by Gonlaska when it synthesizes Cosja and Naglos’ energies into a type of sustaining agent. As such, Gonlaska thrives on rich mana, but in order for the Tree of Life to preserve itself forever it needed to create its own food source. Thus, Gonlaska created the four elements: Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth, now referred to as the Primary Elements, out of mana. After the creation of these governing elements, Gonlaska began creating the creatures, both plants and animals that would inhabit the world, out of the elements and mana as well. This took a tremendous amount of mana away from Gonlaska and it caused the Tree of Life to wither and almost die. Now since both Light and Dark energies were within the mana that Gonlaska had created, some creatures ended up as upholders of the Light, while others became supporters of the Dark. Thus the conflict between good and evil began anew, and with its rebirth came an untold amount of mana that restored the tree to its former status and even advanced it further into maturity as an eternal, mana-producing, and mana-dependent tree. This became known as the Great Resurrection. The Gods were now satisfied with themselves for their cooperation and their creation as it grew and prospered, and so they decided to assist Gonlaska one final time. They reformed the world, adding lakes, mountains, valleys, streams, and a vast expanse of sky that would be bright half of the time by the element of fire that hung overhead, now known as the Sun, and dark the other half of the time, which would be illuminated by the Moon, which controls the water, and the stars, which are dots made by Cosja to help guide those who traverse Naglos’ darkened realm. The Gods then decided that they would also take part in the world’s vast wonders, and they do this through miracles and Divine Intervention. In order to further interact with the creatures that Gonlaska created, Cosja and Naglos made messengers in their own images. Angels were created by Cosja to inhabit Heaven, and demons, were formed by Naglos to dwell in the Underworld. Angels are the souls of the deceased who died righteously. They are given wings as a sign of freedom from the world they left behind. Demons are the beasts of the Underworld who torment those who died within sin’s grip. Over time, those who are tortured by the demons become demons themselves. The Gods were now finally happy with one another, but there was one thing missing. This world they had created, along with Gonlaska, needed a name. Thus, they asked the new creatures of the world, Heaven, and the Underworld what they wished to call their home, and they all agreed to Tialis, the Land of Promise. This is referred to as the Great Establishment, and it all happened over five-hundred thousand years ago. Over the course of five-hundred thousand years, alliances have been both made and broken, wars have come and went, magic and other abilities have been created, single individuals have changed the course of history, and the way of the warrior still stands strong. Map of Tialis
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:53 am
Character Profiles HeroesGaianame: Captain_Kysul Name: Kysul Age: 4,019 Personality: Kind to all, but serious when it comes to battle. He is extremely justice driven and honor bound. It is hard to upset him, but it is very easy to return him to high spirits again. A great leader, and has an ok sense of humor. Race: Elf Gender: Male Appearance: The Penitent SoldierWeapons: Ancestral Sword and Shield Skill: Perfect Mastery of the Sacred Flame Occupation: General of the Elven Armies Bio: Kysul was born into a life of military service, just like all his ancestors before him. His father and mother were both battle-hardened soldiers and they raised their son to be a shining example of what it means to be a soldier in the Elven Armies. Sadly, both of his parents died in battle when he was only ten years old. That was a long time ago, and Kysul rarely dwells on past events that he had no control over. Kysul is currently the only known user of the Sacred Flame, a type of blue fire said to be used only by the Gods themselves. This power was passed down by his ancestors through their bloodline. The name of the original teacher of the blue fire is still unknown to this day. What is known about the Sacred Flame, however; is the curse that follows it. “He who wields the Sacred Flame shall not die peacefully, but in battle.” Kysul fought in the Skorm Wars alongside the great hero himself, Helion. Helion was much older at the time and he was also the General of the Elven Armies, so he was one of the first to go off and serve his kingdom, but Kysul arrived soon after. Kysul was now the 2nd Captain of the Elven Armies, and he led many loyal soldiers into the Skorm Wars. While there, Kysul befriended the hero and vowed to always follow him into battle if the cause was just and for the sake of peace. After the war, Helion gave Kysul the title of General of the Elven Armies. From that point onward, Kysul served his country and his friend with undying loyalty as general. Six years ago, Kysul was told by the Hero to purge their sacred forests, known as the Hurg Woods, of the bandits that had set up camp all throughout the forests. Kysul went ahead and did as he was ordered without asking questions. During the five year war, now known as the Hurg Wars, Kysul fought against the infamous army of the Bandit King, known as Scar. Before that war Kysul had never been hurt in battle, and he was known by the title Scarless General, but this soon changed during the Hurg Wars. A young human boy destined for greatness struck Kysul across the face with his lance, scarring the great general. His right eye now has a slash mark that starts from the top of his forehead and goes down to the top of his cheek, through his eye. He’s lucky to have not lost his eye. Each day Kysul sought out the boy, who he quickly discovered was named Arnam, that scarred his face, and fought him everyday until the armies were pushed back into the outer regions of the forest. After the war Kysul found Scar lying face down on the field of battle, to his shame he did not get to kill the Bandit leader himself, but as a trophy of his victory Kysul took from Scar the Bandit King’s ring to show his triumph in this war. After the war, Helion ordered Kysul to do many other things for the safety of Alamaris and the Elven Empire. Kysul has never found love in their world, but he still seeks the one that will put an end to his war-faring days, and bring his war tattered soul to peace. Sadly, the Sacred Flame will never allow that, and Kysul knows it. But since he can’t satisfy one need, he will indulge in the other. The only one he’s ever known in his entire life, war and battle. Gaianame: Arnam23 Name: Arnam Age: 27 Personality: Arnam is a friendly and quite humorous young man. He is very knowledgeable about the world since his mercenary living takes him anywhere and everywhere. He can also be a rather stubborn individual at times. Being an extremely greedy person, Arnam will do almost anything if enough money is involved. Race: Human Gender: Male Appearance: Light in the Desert Weapons: Lance, Long Sword Skills: Mastery of Earth Magic, Minor Light Magic Occupation: Mercenary Bio: Arnam was born as the only son of the two most powerful Earth Mages alive, known more commonly as the famed Desert Hermits. His father, Driam, and his mother, Raylina, were overjoyed at the birth of their only child, and they immediately began training him when he turned five in the art that the two of them were so famous for, Earth Magic. After ten years, Arnam had completely mastered the element of earth, and his parents finally began sending him to the nearest desert village to get food and supplies since he could now defend himself. On his first day in the town, Arnam met a young girl named Ismira. Having never had met another person around his own age before, Arnam decided to be her friend. He didn’t really understand what it meant to be someone’s friend, but Ismira helped him figure it out. After a few months, Arnam decided to show Ismira the most beautiful place in the entire desert; a large mountaintop which looks out over the entire desert landscape and it is above the sand so there is no clearer sky to behold. Unfortunately, on the way there, Arnam and Ismira were ambushed by a group of bandits who wanted their money. Since neither of them had any, the bandits threatened to take them away. Arnam wouldn’t stand for this and he promptly used his Earth Magic in an attempt to send them away. A fight ensued and Arnam did his best to defend Ismira and himself. Sadly, Arnam wasn’t capable of protecting her and Ismira was slain by the man who led the bandit group. After slaying the young girl the bandits left and disappeared into the desert leaving Arnam alone with the corpse of the only friend he had ever known. The devastation of Ismira’s death was so great that Arnam had to instantly repress all memories of her in order to escape the pain that plagued him. To this day, he still has no recollection of anyone named Ismira. After completely forgetting Ismira, Arnam changed and became a rather different person. He did whatever he wanted to without restraint, and he constantly came home late after enjoying himself in the town. This made his parents extremely angry, but Arnam didn’t care, he now only wanted to leave the barren desert behind, and start his own life, and his own adventure, with his own rules. One day Arnam left his parent’s house and went back to the village. It was there that he met a man who promised him money, fame, and glory. These were all the things Arnam had wanted to hear, so he asked to join the man wherever he was going, and the man agreed. This man turned out to be a mercenary leader who was trying to gather new recruits for his group. After realizing that the only ability Arnam had was his Earth Magic, regardless of his mastery of it, the man began to teach Arnam how to wield both a lance and a long sword. After three years of practicing with each of these weapons, Arnam became a very proficient sword fighter and spearman. While with this mercenary group Arnam developed a rather unscrupulous habit. Greed! Arnam still has no idea why he fell in love with money, but one thing is certain, he knows what it can do, and he always wants more of it. Gold, silver, jewels, rare items and artifacts, all of it! In fact, he’ll do almost anything to obtain more money. When he finally left the old mercenary’s group at age twenty-one to become a freelance mercenary Arnam was one of the best mercenaries ever seen. With his mastery of Earth Magic and his proficiency with both lance and sword, he was hired very frequently and he never had any trouble finding work. His work also took him all over the world, and he learned much of the world in his travels. He finally returned home one day to see his parents and show them how great he had become, but when he arrived at the place where his old house once stood there was nothing there. No house, no parents, nothing. It was as if they had disappeared into the desert sands themselves, along with the house. Filled with grief at the loss of his parents and never having said good-bye, Arnam decided to focus his free time on something to remember his parents by. He found a book amidst the dunes nearby, where his house once stood. A book about Light Magic written by some long-dead priest named Ronan, and he decided that this would be the best thing for him to try, and so Arnam began teaching himself Light Magic. And he absolutely sucked at it. He could barely form a ball of light, and even though he practiced all the time, the only thing he’d ever managed to create that was useful was a dim light to help him read his Light Magic book at night when there was no fire around. Eventually his occupation led him into the Hurg Wars. The Hurg Wars were a group of large battles between the Elven Armies and the massive group of bandits lead by Hurg that lived within the elves’ ancestral forests. The battles lasted five years and during this time Arnam was paid a colossal sum of money by the bandit leader, Scar who would become a very close friend over the next five years, to join the side of the bandits. It was during this war that Arnam met the person who he hates more than anything in the world, even more than being broke, the former Scarless General of the Elven Armies, Kysul. After scarring the right side of the General’s face with a well-placed lance jab on the very first day of his assignment, Arnam was renowned by both bandit and elf alike, and this same renown would carry Arnam to higher riches and more fame after the war as well. Unfortunately for Arnam, he met this elf almost every single day, after their initial battle, on the battlefield. Arnam tried to avoid the general when he could, but Kysul always managed to find him on the battlefield, and he always challenged Arnam, both willingly and unwillingly. Near the end of the war, when the bandit armies were beginning to break apart and fall altogether, Arnam, age twenty-six at the time, left the fighting and the carnage behind. He has been doing mercenary work and odd-end jobs ever since just to make some more money, even though he still has practically all of it from the Hurg Wars. He worries if Kysul will one day find him again, and when he does, Arnam plans on fleeing and never looking back. Arnam has also been practicing more with his light magic, and he can finally create both an offensive orb of light and a small flash of light that can blind people. He doesn’t know where his next assignment will take him, but one thing is for certain, if there is money involved, he’ll be there in an instant. Gaianame:
Dami223
Name:
Ismira
Age:
Twenty-five
Personality:
Ismira is fiercely loyal to anyone she calls a friend and is unforgiving to her enemies. Not the greatest of speakers Ismira tends to be a little shy but speaks up to fight for what she believes in. Her mild temperament and easy going attitude make her a fairly tolerable person to be around and easy to get along with. She can also be very patient and understanding, always willing to extend a helping hand to anyone in need.
Race:
Angel
Appearance:
One Amidst The Clouds
Weapons:
Two swords and a dagger
Skills:
To control the element of light and a minor wielding of mind-reading and thought manipulation.
Occupation:
Guardian of the Gates
Bio:
Ismira was born into a large, middle-class family in a desert village called Draea. It was a small town constantly bombarded with sand storms and thievery with little business to profit on. Being the middle child in her family at age thirteen, Ismira was paid little attention to and got all the minor jobs in her family's business: a small shop built for passing travelers.
It was during one of these simple jobs that she met a boy named Arnam who was coming to the village getting food and supplies for his family. They hit it off right away, Ismira being drawn in by his humor and friendly attitude.
Looking forward to Arnam's occasionally visits Ismira was sure to spend as much time as she could at the store's counter as she anticipated his arrival. With each visit and departure their friendship grew as well as their hours together. Ismira's sisters started asking questions and rumors soon followed, so to get away from all the nosy onlookers Arnam offered to take her to a nice, quiet, and beautiful spot out in the desert.
Never being outside the confinements of her small village Ismira was wary of stepping even a foot outside Draea, but it wasn't long until Arnam coaxed her out into the harsh winds of the desert with promises of safety and protection.
Ismira didn't know how long the two of them walked, twenty minutes, an hour? It didn't matter, what did was that every time Ismira looked back over her shoulder Draea was steadily getting smaller and smaller until it was just a tiny speck in the distance...then it was gone, lost in the sand. After that, time meant little to Ismira, she couldn't find her way back now even if she tried.
Out of her comfort zone Ismira wanted to go back to the safety of her home badly, bad enough that she would've turned around right then but she cared too much of what Arnam thought of her to say or do anything.
It would be the last decision Ismira would ever make.
Under the cloak of the swirling desert winds a large band of rogue thieves ambushed the unsuspected children to quench their undying thirst of greed.
It was all a blur to Ismira what happened that day, a bunch of jumbled fragments of her memories. There were so many bandits...too many for even Arnam to hold off and between the crossfire Ismira had been painfully wrenched away from him by the leader of the rouges himself. What he said to her was lost by the sounds of battle but the man's actions were clear.
Ismira's memory clouded here, only being able to remember brief flashes of the man's sick smile, gleaming knife, the warm flow of crimson from her wounds, and his putrid breath against her face. One thing she could never forget though was the feeling of knowing that she was going to die, the ever-lasting darkness that came for departing souls as her vision faded...
Ismira wouldn't believe she was dead at first, she wanted proof. That proof was realized not even a heartbeat later: she had wings, the first shock of her afterlife.
For twelve years Ismira embraced the life of an angel growing and expanding her knowledge as much as she could. She educated herself in the mysterious ways of light magic, going from mentor to mentor as she progressed until she became a master of her own talent, even learning how to proficiently using a blade and minor mind manipulation whenever she could.
Ismira's over-all skills landed her the job of being the Guardian of the Gates of Heaven, a key spot for respect and gossip. Ismira was one of the first to hear the rumor from a recently deceased mid-wife who was entering the gates, a sword able to kill the Lord? It...wasn't possible! The rumor kept spreading until almost every angel knew some version of the threat, whether it was an accurate version depended on the source. Wings ruffled in alarm and frustration at the news and an immediate roster was put up to stop this threat or find the fool foolish enough to start such a blasphemous rumor. Ismira, naturally, was the first to sign up and was immediately sent to the Earth below to locate the one person who could help: a being of light named Kysul.Gaianame: Slayer176 Name: Zyaldar Age: 32 Personality: Zyaldar is very laid back. He is a total smart a** most of the time, however, when the time comes, he will become very emotionless and heartless. Race: Human Gender: Male Appearance: Breeze of DeathWeapons: His main weapon is his long sword. Zyaldar obtained this sword for being one of the greatest wind user of all times. He had to go through many challenges in order to obtain this sword. This sword has the element of wind infused within. Also, this sword can even slice the air apart causing great damage. Also there are two small daggers that he uses when he becomes an assassin. Skills: Zyaldar has mastered almost all of the abilities of agility. He knows most skills and techniques from assassins, thieves, rogues, ninjas, and samurais. Although his master had the abilities of Ninjutsu, Zyaldar was not taught these techniques. Instead, he learned how to master the abilities of the Wind Clan which is why Zyaldar is a master of that element. Occupation: Owner of Blood Stone Tavern and an assassin on the side. Bio: Zyaldar was born into a wind clan family. His mother was a dear, sweet woman, and his father worked hard in the field. Then one fateful night, the starry sky seemed to become as black as emptiness itself. Zyaldar was only about five years old when his mother came running into his room. She stood in front of Zyaldar's bed and turned around facing the door. She held her hands in front of her with her palms facing the door, and began chanting a spell under her breath. Curious as to what she was doing, Zyaldar looked around her and he saw his father. The scent of blood flew into the room as he saw his father fall to the ground. Shocked by the site, Zyaldar turned his focus to another figure that was in the doorway holding a red dagger in the air where his father's neck was just a second ago. This was the first time Zyaldar had met Slayer. Zyaldar's mother casted a spell of wind at Slayer, a huge powerful gust of wind came from her palms and flew towards Slayer. Anyone who got hit by this spell would have been sliced apart by the blades of wind, but Slayer just stood there as the spell flew past him. "Impossible!!! He dodged all the blades of wind!!!" Zyaldar's mother yelled. Zyaldar looked away from his mother and back to Slayer. In an instant the spell came back towards them. His mother yelled "How can this be!!" and she quickly created a wind barrier, but she was not fast enough to get her son. The spell tore the roof apart and Zyaldar was pushed out by the powerful gust. He shouted for his mother as he fell to the ground. Zyaldar's mother screamed and turned around to catch him but when she did, she felt a dagger resting across her neck. Zyaldar saw his mother above him as he fell and within seconds the dagger sliced through her neck. He screamed once more just before he hit a pile of hay that was on the ground. Just as he had fell, Zyaldar got up an ran away as far as he could. Several days passed since that horrible, living nightmare. Zyaldar was so angry with himself because he did nothing to prevent his mother and father's deaths. At the age of five he became furious. He went through the forest and killed many small creatures in his rage. A few nights later, Slayer had approached the small child in an alleyway. He had watched Zyaldar's talent to kill and offered his hand to him. He whispered that if Zyaldar wanted to avenge his parents, then he would have to train under him and become an assassin. After fifteen years of training in the way to kill, Slayer left all of a sudden leaving only a note saying "I have taught you all I want to. Now it is time for you to perfect yours skills if you wish to avenge your parents." That made Zyaldar so mad since that evening he was planning on trying to kill Slayer with his new found abilities. Zyaldar then went back to his home village within the Wind Nation. He asked the elders if he may train to use the wind element. Since he was determined, he was able to master this art within only five years. The elders were amazed at his talent and they insisted on him taking a long journey to find the Vortex Saber. This sword is a mystical sword that only the ones who could manage to master the element of wind could obtain. It took him two years to obtain this sword by going through some of the hardest challenges imaginable. With sword in hand, Zyaldar felt confident enough to take on Slayer. The only problem is, where is Slayer? Zyaldar had no idea where to look and after a year of traveling, he decided to find a place to settle down for a while. He became the owner of a tavern where many travelers and warriors go to rest. This tavern was called the Blood Stone Tavern and this is where Zyaldar has been till this day. Gaianame: BloodArm666 Name: Simmetos (aka Scar) Age: 34 Personality: Distant and cold mostly. He has a wicked sense of both humor and justice. But somewhere deep down there's a kindness within him. He can be caring and even loyal if given the chance. Race: Half-Demon Gender: Male Appearance: The Forsaken SoulWeapons: Dual black swords and black gauntlets, his fists are his greatest weapons but his skill with a sword is decent. He wields throwing axes which he can use to cut a man’s head in half from a distance. Skills: He has decent dark magick abilities, if not great ones. He cannot fully heal himself with the dark abilities but he can use the dark magick to string himself together and keep moving forward. Occupation: The Bandit King. Bio: He is the son of a demon and a mortal woman. His father branded him for life with a scar across his face. It is pitch black and takes up most of his face. His mother was killed by his father and his father left him for dead as a young child. A great man came upon Simmetos one day as the child lay almost dead. The man was Exodus, leader of the Brotherhood of the Black Howling, a group of bandits and mercs alike. As Simmetos grew so did his skills in combat. He could never match up Exodus, but nevertheless his skill was great enough to cause him to be second in command of the bandits by the age of 15. Anyone who disagreed was quickly slain by the youngster. Exodus didn't always agree with Simmetos, who had started to be fondly known as Scar. His battle tactics were brutal and he would show no mercy. Exodus eventually grew sick and in his absence Scar ruled with an iron fist. He ran over many enemy groups, but word made it back to Exodus of the horrors Scar had committed. Exodus in his sickness made the mistake of challenging Scar to a dual. Scar, in his bloodlust, accepted and quickly ran through the man he called father. He then quickly began taking over or destroying the largest of the bandit and mercenary groups, recruiting every person of power he could. In time he had amassed great wealth and power. He used his wealth to buy off a young man named Arnam. He quickly took a liking to him. Scar at the age of 28 had more power then he could control. He bought Arnam's loyalty with promises of wealth and power. He delivered all these things to him. Then, foolishly, in his arrogance, Simmetos captured a group of elves. One of whom was a seer. The elf told Simmetos of his future. She said that Simmetos would fall in a great battle against the General of the Elven armies, Kysul. The seer told of a great war in which Simmetos would be captured, put on trial, and then sentenced to death for his trespasses on the whole of the world. In his arrogance, he slew the seer. He then began the war by attacking elven villages. Simmetos and his armies of bandits and mercs, including his closest friend Arnam, waged war on the elves. Thus, the Hurg War began. Much blood was spilt on both sides, but in a short number of years his forces began to either run or fall. He then realized the seer was right. He became scared for the first time in his life. He then grabbed the sword of an elven soldier and drove it through his stomach. What would look like a mortal wound was not. He lived and that night as they were clearing the bodies he made his escape. From that day no one has seen or heard from Simmetos, The former King of the Bandits. Gaianame: Lemes106 Name: Lemes Age: 22 Personality: Timid. Race: Amphibious Creature Gender: Male Appearance: Dweller of the Deep Land form__ Aquatic formWeapons: Trident and bow Skills: Mastery of Water and healing abilities through water. Occupation: Wanderer Bio: The world is slowly dying. No one knows this, except for Lemes. Lemes dwells in the deepest of the oceans in a lost city known to man as Atlantis. Many know not where this majestic city lies under the depths of the oceans. The citizens of Atlantis have had little to do with the humans that dwell above the water, due to the common reference to them as sirens or mermaids. When Atlantians do go to the realm of land, their form changes to become more suitable for man’s eyes, fins are not exactly the prettiest sight to look upon. Also, many believe Atlantis to be completely submerged in water. In actuality, the city is in a bubble shape. This allows the Atlantians to get used to their land and aquatic forms. In this aquatic city, Lemes grew up in a decent family. He lived a good life, always trying to help others. This led him to the academy. The academy was a tiny village outside of Atlantis. In this academy, Lemes learned how to control the element of water in both offensive and defensive terms. Everything was going well for Lemes, until one unfortunate day. Lemes had been gone from his city for some time, while attending the academy. When Lemes returned for a visit to his family, he found the entire city devastated. The entire city had been burned. As Lemes progressed into the city, he encountered dead bodies. Fearing for the worse, Lemes rushed home. As he entered his home, he found no sign of his family. He quickly searched every home, in hopes of finding at least a citizen and figure out what crisis had fallen on their beloved city. He finally made his ways to the mayor’s home. He entered to find no one home. Right when he was about to leave, a notebook caught Lemes’ eyes. He picked it up and read the words inside. The book told of the disaster that had taken place. One day, an unknown epidemic spread through the city. At first, the people afflicted with the disease just had symptoms of a common cold and a slight fever. Then, the symptoms worsened at an alarming rate. The people began to cough up blood and become bed rest. Their bodies dehydrated and no matter the amount of water they drank, could not quench their body of thirst. After the dehydration stage of the disease, came the ultimate despair death. What started as a common cold caught by the citizens of Atlantis, turned into a widespread genocide of the Atlantians. The disease swarmed through the entire city. The last few remaining surviving Atlantians decided to burn their beautiful city. They believed this to be the only way of the epidemic from spreading and doing more harm. After paying respect to his family and fellow Atlantians, Lemes decided to seek out the original source of the epidemic and stop it. Lemes took a few samples of blood and tissue from the afflicted to try to discover anything about the disease. He knew that the original source had to come from land for he found no records of the disease in the academy. He had to find the source quick. Though the source did not seem to spread after attacking his city, Lemes knew that there was a possibility of another wave. This time though not only pollutes the waters, but all other life form would soon encounter it. After all, water is the source of life.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:57 am
VillainsGaianame: Arnam23
Name: Helion
Age: 5,881
Personality: Helion exhibits all of the qualities of a hero. He is an excellent leader, and he has a very strict code of both justice and equality that he follows. He is also very sociable and easy to talk to, and he’s never too busy to lend his hand in helping someone else. Helion is quite ambitious, but he is not foolish. He knows his limits and he will never send anyone to do something that he himself couldn’t do. However, that is only a mask that he wears. Something has changed within him ever since he was declared to be a Hero. He is becoming obsessive over his own power. Helion knows he is stronger than most beings, but he still urges himself to find and obtain a greater power. While still nearly perfect in every aspect towards the majority of the world, Helion now has a dark side that only his fellow Covenant members and his best friend have noticed. His lust for power is slowly getting the better of him, and who knows when his true face beneath the mask will shine forth, but one thing is certain. The face that shines forth will shine forth not in magnificence and radiance, but in wickedness and corruption.
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tainted Hero
Weapons: The Demon Lord’s Black Sword
Skills: Perfect Mastery of Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth Magic
Occupation: Hero of The Skorm Wars
Bio: Helion was destined for greatness ever since he was born. His mother and father were both elf nobles in Alamaris, the capital city of the Elven Empire, and they raised him to be their pride and joy; which is exactly how he ended up. Helion was a very strong, outgoing, friendly, and social child with a natural leadership talent that could even best that of the commanding officers in the Elven Army, but he always did as he was told and never caused problems that he wouldn’t willingly take the blame for, even if it wasn’t his fault. As such, he was always very respected by elves and other races, both young and old, throughout his entire life. As he grew older, Helion became fascinated with the military. His parents were behind him completely when he told them of his plan to join the Elven Army and after completing the Hundred Years Training that all elves must complete before they can become a member of the military, Helion was then ready for battle. In the first few battles he was in, he absolutely decimated the enemy armies with his superior sword-fighting abilities, and he still managed to save some of the wounded elves who fought beside him. Some say his abilities belong not to him, but to some kind of God-like warrior from long ago. Regardless of where his skills come from, they were immediately noticed and Helion was promoted instantly to General of the Elven Armies. His parents couldn’t have been happier. Helion then took a hiatus from battle in order to learn magic. He studied magic in his parent’s library for over five hundred years after that and he has completely mastered four of the five primary elements. He would have mastered all five, but during a war against a radical cult of elves who had defected from the capital city, a Thunder Mage among them attacked his home and killed his parents for upholding the statutes of Alamaris. Helion tracked down and killed the mage for what he had done, but his revenge was hollow. The loss he had suffered when his parents died was far greater than anything else he had ever experienced. He decided then, after killing the mage, that he would never learn the magic that brought him so much pain. Helion then returned to his military service, and after a few hundred years, Helion was informed by the Elf King that he would be the commanding general against the demons who had decided to wage war against the elves. His years of military service and supreme ability to command others made him the prime candidate to lead the Elven Armies to battle against the demons. The ensuing war between the demons and the elves would forever be known as the Skorm Wars. During the war Helion met the first and only person who he would ever consider to be a friend, Kysul, 2nd Captain of the Elven Armies. The wars lasted for over a thousand years, and each side had an army of well over 100,000 soldiers. Since elves and demons have eternal youth, it was understandable that a battle between two such forces would truly be a spectacle for all to see. In the end, Helion, Kysul and all the higher ups in the Elven Army stormed through the final chamber within the Dark Tower, Ayrunos, and faced the Demon Lord, Tynoseth, who awaited them there. The battle was fierce, and in the end, everyone was killed by Tynoseth except for Kysul, who was rendered unconscious after taking a punch from Tynoseth’s mighty fist, and Helion himself. At the death of his companions, and the thought of the possible death of his best friend, Helion unleashed his fury against Tynoseth and after over an hour of fighting sword to sword Tynoseth fell. Helion blasted fire at the Demon Lord, and when he dodged the flames, Helion rushed forward and stabbed Tynoseth in the chest. After the fight, Helion took the black sword wielded by Tynoseth and set his own sword on fire in remembrance and respect to his fallen allies and enemies. From that day forward, however; something changed within Helion. While his outward appearance and his mannerisms didn’t change, his heart and soul grew dark and corrupt. He wished to obtain more power. He didn’t know why at first, but he quickly realized it was because of the black sword. It was a powerful corruption device that had caused the demon lord to wage war against the elves in order to have dominion over the entire South Land. He would have destroyed the sword, but he liked the feeling of power. It gave him self-worth and made him forget about the woes of his old life. Besides, he knew how to control the sword. After all, his will was like that of the earth itself. With black sword in hand he sought out a way to obtain more power. He eventually stumbled upon a man named Dargin who told him a tale about a sword of untold power that could slay a God and grant a single wish. Ultimate power, and the ability to kill a God? Helion wasn’t buying it, but then Dargin told Helion to accompany him on a small expedition, and after that Helion was convinced that this man’s stories were real. The two of them then decided that they should get some help to overcome these trials and to help them uncover the pieces of the greatest puzzle ever created. Thus, the Covenant of Seven was born, and Helion would soon complete his ultimate goal. He would have his sword, he would have his wish, he would obtain ultimate power, he would slay both Gods, he would rule Heaven, Hell and Earth, and best of all, he would do it under the guise of a Hero. Gaianame: Lemes106
Name: Dargin (Known by his alias, The Strategist)
Age: Unknown
Personality: A strictly secretive man, Dargin can be a very calculating and manipulative person, which is part of why he’s such an excellent strategist. He is an excessive perfectionist, and he absolutely hates it when things do not go exactly as he had planned.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: The Third Eye
Weapons: None
Skills: Can see anything he wishes with his all-seeing third eye.
Occupation: Strategist
Bio: Nothing is known about Dargin’s past. His family, former friends, his hometown, nothing! It is almost as if Dargin literally just appeared out of thin air one day. What is known about him, however; is that he was once renowned for being the most brilliant strategist of all time. His three eyes allowed him to see anywhere in the world whenever he chose to, which meant he could always see the enemy’s movements and thus make the perfect plan of counterattack before the enemy could even appear over the horizon. His usefulness on the battlefield quickly led him to great military fame, and eventually earned him the title of The Strategist. Because of his secretive nature, this is the only name that he was ever known by, and that’s exactly how he wanted it. Unfortunately for Dargin, his gift for excellent strategies would one day become his downfall. Though no one truly knows what happened to him, Dargin suddenly disappeared, almost as if he has never existed. Some say he was killed when one of his master strategies backfired, some say he left the strategist business behind because of all the bloodshed he had caused, and some even say he never truly existed at all. There are a multitude of other stories revolving Dargin’s disappearance, but no one knows which of these accounts is true, if any of them in fact are. Dargin is however, despite some of the rumors, very much alive and he is now one of the members of the Covenant of Seven. He is their master strategist and he has never led any of them astray. He is also the one who discovered the lost ruins and legends that tell of the Ashtar Sword, and it is because of his strategies and his ability to decipher the old ruins and legends that the Covenant must keep him alive. For if he dies, then there will never be a way to locate the blade. Dargin, himself has told the other members of the Seven that his goal is to become the perfect being with the ability to see the past, present, and future, so that his biggest and most well kept secret of why he disappeared can never be allowed to happen again, in any time period. Gaianame: Arnam23
Name: Ronan
Age: Rumored to be 10,000
Personality: Ronan is corrupt, evil, and uncaring. A long time ago, he was praised for his kindness and his love for life and the world’s people, but his heart has grown callous and black since his disappearance. He is now one of the most vile and impious creatures alive. He cares for nothing, and he wishes that everything was dead.
Race: Undead
Gender: Male
Appearance: Corrupt One
Weapons: Staff
Skills: Perfect Mastery of Light and Dark Magic, Necromancy, and Arcane Healing
Occupation: Former Archbishop, now the Lich
Bio: Ronan’s childhood is not well known. All that is known about that era of his life is that he was raised in the Oria-Tylis Monastery by his parents and the other priests. Ronan was an extremely studious young man. He read many books, and he learned much about the world and the places and peoples that inhabit it. He was very content within his room reading, but he longed to leave the pages of the monastery’s books behind and go out into the world and see these places and peoples for himself. At Ronan’s request, his parents and the other priests taught him both light magic and the healing arts while he was at the monastery. He learned and mastered them both and when he turned thirty he left the monastery to go on a pilgrimage to help people. In truth, he only wanted to see the world that his books described. Unfortunately, the pages of a book can alter the truth, whereas the world cannot. On his pilgrimage, Ronan preached to a multitude of towns and he healed many people of their woes. It was during this time that Ronan developed his greatest asset, and his most prominent feature, his voice. Ronan’s voice was unlike anything ever heard. It was graceful and serene in times of pain and panic, and it was relentless and thunderous when he preached against those who defied the Gods. People who heard his voice were captivated and mesmerized by his astonishing clarity and his glorious articulation of each and every word that he spoke. They praised him and followed him as if he were a divine being himself, with good reason too. His prowess in the healing arts was superb, almost unmatched, and his light magic had grown so strong that he literally was glowing a faint golden color at all times. He achieved the status of bishop at the Oria-Tylis Monastery not long after his return from his pilgrimage. From that point onward, Ronan devoted himself entirely to the Gods and to the arts of light magic and healing. After a while, however; Ronan began wondering why he was constricting himself to only light magic and healing. He had read in many books in the monastery’s library that there were multitudes of other magics and abilities that he could embrace and gain knowledge from. However, only two truly interested him, and those two were forbidden for a holy man of the light to learn about; Dark Magic and Necromancy, the exact opposites of Light Magic and Healing. Though he knew full well what would happen to him if he were ever to be found practicing these magics, Ronan became a practitioner of the dark, as well as the light. Eventually, despite his secret studies, Ronan was anointed a second time and he became the Archbishop over the entire monastery. He was proclaimed to be the most wise and powerful priest on earth at that time and he was constantly part of nearly all the worldly matters in his day. During his studies Ronan also came to some rather serious and dire conclusions about some of the things regarding the world he lived in. It was imperfect, and worst of all, it was corrupt and unable to be taken seriously by someone who possessed his level of power and control. He realized that the world was imperfect because Gonlaska had been allowed to form it according to its own will and not the will that was later given to the peoples that now inhabited the world. Thus corruption and the will of the peoples of Tialis would eventually alter the entire form of the world and Gonlaska would die. In order to prevent this, Ronan realized that he would have to return the world to its original form right before the four primary elements and life itself were created by the great tree and be there to command the tree to recreate the world without any people at all, other than himself. This would be the only way to keep Gonlaska alive forever, and since there is no way to turn back time, Ronan decided that he would need to destroy the things that kept people alive; the Primary Elements. He began reading about a way to destroy the Primary Elements, but he never could find anything so devastating in any book. Then, one day, it came to him all of a sudden. He alone would have to find a way to destroy the elements and rid the world of mankind, and in doing so he would have to obtain a much higher level of both magic and raw power. This is the moment when Ronan changed for the worst. He began feeding himself on mana and the richness of the elements in order to gain absolute authority over them and thus possess the ability to make them permanently disappear. At this time, Ronan’s fellow bishops and priests began sensing an ominous presence within the monastery a few years after Ronan’s second anointing. They asked Ronan if he could sense it and he told them not to worry and that he would deal with it. His monastery believed him wholeheartedly and left the problem up to him. Unfortunately, the menacing cloud that stayed over the monastery did not go away, it was finally decided by the priesthood that it was someone or something within the monastery and that whatever it was, it was incredibly powerful. When word of this finally reached the ears of Oria-Tylis’ King something had to be done. He ordered the Royal Guard to storm the monastery and rid it of whatever this hostile threat was. When the Royal Guard asked for Ronan’s assistance he gave it to them and led them to the top of the monastery. It was there that he obliterated them all for their sacrilege against the Gods by defying the will of their most dedicated follower. The priests and holy men of the monastery knew then where this evil was coming from. It was Ronan. They attacked him with their light magic, and they too were eradicated by Ronan’s incredible mastery of light and dark magic. With the priesthood and the Royal Guard out of the way, Ronan left the monastery, destroying all in his path as he walked calmly away from Oria-Tylis. Many search parties were sent by the king to find Ronan, but none ever succeeded. Some disappeared forever, others came back empty handed, but one thing was certain and consistent in all their reports; Ronan wasn’t anywhere to be found, and he was never seen or heard from again. This event with Ronan occurred some 10,000 years ago, but the past has a most devious way of returning to leave its mark once again in the future. Ronan is still alive, or at least somewhat. He is no longer a human; he has become a Lich, a being which feeds on the life of the planet, and his skills with light magic, dark magic, necromancy, and healing have all reached the pinnacle of their respective powers. However, even with all of his power and longevity, Ronan still has not been able to possess the kind of power it would take to fulfill his master plan. He has been sapping the life out of the world ever since his disappearance, but only now is it showing the slightest signs of actually damaging the planet. He realized long ago that at since he is a Lich he will live forever, but still, it will take him far too long to complete his awful mission. Or at least, that’s what he thought before he met Dargin and Helion. The two of them coaxed him into joining their newly founded group by offering him the answer to his devilish prayers; a weapon which could grant him a single wish. With that one wish he could easily bring all his plans into fruition and then the world he so desired would come to pass. All would be as he had planned, and who were these two to assume they had any sort of power against him? When they finally did locate this Ashtar Sword, as Dargin called it, Ronan would simply kill them and any with them, take the sword, make his wish, and begin the world as he always dreamed it would be. Truly, Ronan is living proof of what it means to fall from grace. Gaianame: Arnam23
Name: Alexander (Alex for short)
Age: 31
Personality: A very strong-willed, and righteous man, Alex very seldom does anything without thinking of the benefit of others. He is honor bound and proud of his status in the Army of Men, known as High Command. The only thing he hates are those who stand in the way of his goals.
Race: Half-Angel
Gender: Male
Appearance: Son of Gold
Weapons: Holy Lance
Skills: Angelic Powers
Occupation: High Command’s First General
Bio: Alexander was the first born of a set of twins, along with his sister, Alexandria. Their parents lived in the capital city of men, Oria-Tylis. Alex and Alexia’s father was an angel and his mother was a human. It is because of this that a group of priests murdered his mother and father when he and his sister were eight. Their reasoning for doing such a horrible thing was because of the worldwide prejudice against angels and humans having relationships together, let alone children together. Luckily for Alex and his sister, they were both in the nearby woods playing. When they returned home they found their parents savagely stabbed to death and strung up with chains within their house. Their father’s wings, which they had never before seen were cut off and were laying on the floor beneath their mother, bloody, blackened, and half-burned. This sight was forever etched into Alex and Alexia’s minds. The two of them ran screaming and crying away from their house until both of them finally collapsed at the edge of the city from exhaustion and fear. They were picked up by the city orphanage and since they were only half-angels, and their wings not visible, they were raised in the orphanage as lost children. Around the age of sixteen Alex and Alexia both decided to join the military and begin a life of their own. The two of them couldn’t have made a better decision. Fighting came naturally to both of them, and since they were half-angel their physical strength and speed was far greater than that of the average soldier. They both completed missions and fought battles with great ease, and they both were promoted one after the other on a regular basis, despite the fact that they were so young. As the two of them progressed further into adulthood they both began unlocking bits and pieces of their angelic powers. The twins quickly realized that they could wield extremely advanced light magic, see, smell, and hear great distances, sense oncoming danger, and many other irregular talents. They still to this day are trying to master these abilities, but they can only grasp so much of their angelic powers before they begin to break down and become extremely weak. Still, they have used these skills to defeat many enemies at a single time with only one usage of their powers. At the age of twenty-one Alex was promoted to High Command’s First General. This was the highest rank in the world of men, next to the king and the royal family and it meant that Alex was now in a position of extreme power. Alexia was promoted a year later to High Command’s Second General at age twenty-two. Sadly, this power was never what she, or her brother, had wanted. They only ever wanted to have their mother and father back, so they could live peacefully together. They both longed for this and they both would have done anything to get their parents back from death’s cold embrace. Over the course of the next four years, Alex and Alexia went their separate ways to become stronger so that they could perform better as generals. Alex went on a pilgrimage to find a greater weapon to slay his enemies with, and Alexia joined the Oria-Tylis priesthood in order to learn healing magic. When the two of them returned to their positions, Alex brought Alexia weapons unlike any other. The weapons were holy and they added a tremendous amount of power to each of their already amazing strengths, and upon receiving these weapons, the two of them returned to work as High Command’s First and Second Generals. Together, they began a list of truly impossible feats that they had overcome together, including: defeating an entire army by themselves, killing a giant, besting an ancient dragon, defeating an evil mage who could kill you by staring into your eyes, and a multitude of other things. They were completely unstoppable when they fought together, and from that point onward, they were given the nickname, the Golden Duo; because their armor was magic resistant gold plate mail and their weapons were almost solid gold. Over time news of their exploits reached the ears of the Covenant of Seven (only four at the time however) and Helion went to them with a proposition. Join us, and your greatest wish will indeed become true. The two of them realized that this may be their one chance to revive their mother and father and finally have that family they had always dreamed of. With that in mind, and a great deal of hope in their hearts, the two of them agreed to join Helion and the other three members of his group. They have been with the Covenant of Seven for the past five years, and they do everything they are told to do to further the group’s search for the Ashtar Sword in the hopes that somehow, someway, they will find the sword and finally be able to live the life they’ve always desired, and they will not hesitate to remove any obstacle in their way. Gaianame: Dami223
Name: Alexandria (Alexia for short)
Age: 31
Personality: Alexia is self-confident and proud of her angelic heritage. She would flaunt her heritage, but she is only a half-angel and that makes many people look down on her and her brother. Still, she is powerful warrior, and like her brother she will not let anything stand in her way.
Race: Half-Angel
Gender: Female
Appearance: Daughter of Gold
Weapons: Twin Holy Swords
Skills: Angelic Powers, Healing
Occupation: High Command’s Second General
Bio: Same as Alexander’s Bio. Gaianame: Arnam23
Name: Kyanna
Age: 20
Personality: Kyanna is one of the people who you never want to meet. Her temperament is always rude and selfish, but she has an innocence streak a mile long which makes some people wonder about which part of her personality is the true her. Regardless, she is a ruthless, bloodthirsty animal whose love for slaughtering innocent people is only bested by her love for a one on one duel to the death. It is because of this that even the Covenant distrusts her motives, and they are all edgy when she enters a room among them.
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Unrivaled Swordswoman
Weapons: Soul Katana
Skills: Teleportation and Summoning (Black Knight Squad)
Occupation: Master Swordsman
Bio: Kyanna was born into a family of famed swordsmen. Her mother, father, and three older siblings all taught her from a very early age how to wield a sword and how to teleport, which was their family gift that had been bestowed upon their ancestors by the Gods. At the age of four she was considered a prodigy because she bested her seventeen-year-old sister in combat. From that day onward she devoted her entire life to the sword until she was sixteen. During that year of her life she challenged each member of her family to mortal combat, and over the course of a day she managed to kill each of her family members. When she had finished with them she took her family’s heirloom, the Soul Katana. The Soul Katana has the ability to seal the souls of up to four different individuals within a black orb at the base of the blade in order to allow the user to summon four living armor suits with swords, known as the Black Knight Squad, to do the user’s bidding. The only catch is that the user must always have four souls within the katana and when the user unleashes the knights all four souls pass on to their next life. So the souls must be constantly replaced or else the sword will be unable to summon the Black Knight Squad. Also, the souls within the sword must be equal to four or else the Black Knight Squad cannot be summoned at all. The armor of the Black Knight Squad is highly resistant to magic, and it is almost completely impenetrable. They are truly the ultimate warriors, and they’re under a psycho’s command. Kyanna then left her home and set out to find worthy adversaries. She never found one. It is because of this that she was visited by Dargin and allowed to join the Covenant of Seven. She accepted the invitation under the pretenses of hopefully finding the world’s greatest fighter among the group. Now she seeks to find the one and only person to give her a true challenge in combat. Will it be a member of the Covenant of Seven, or someone else? Only time will tell. Gaianame: Slayer176
Name: Slayer
Age: Unknown. People often wonder if he is over hundreds of years old due to the fact that he has killed so many people. Others think that he is a demon that can't die.
Personality: Slayer is a very serious and collected person. He is untouched by pain, suffering, and death. The only thing he cares about is completing his assignments.
Race: Human, although no one believes that he is.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Angel of Death
Weapons: Slayer has many different weapons that he uses, but his primary weapons are his dual blades. They are both crimson red daggers that have been stained by people's blood over the many years of slaughtering at Slayer’s hands.
Skills: Slayer has mastered all of the abilities of agility. He knows every skill and technique from assassins, thieves, rogues, ninjas, and samurais. Slayer has also learned skills that allow him to do many things, known as Ninjutsu. Some may think that Ninjutsu is a type of magic, but the power of Ninjutsu comes from the mind and soul, and it takes a lifetime to learn how to use these techniques.
Occupation: Assassin
Bio: The only information that is known about Slayer is that he is a legend. People do not know his real name. They only know that Slayer kills endless amounts people at one time using his skills in agility. Some people believe that he is a demon only because no one has seen what he truly looks like. The only ones who see Slayer are normally instantly killed within a few seconds and the ones who don't see Slayer may only be a few minutes away from death. However, there are those who do know him as ally, not as adversary. The Covenant of Seven has enlisted Slayer into their ranks as their chief operative in stealth and assassination attempts. He never fails them, so his services are always welcome. Still, in a gesture of good faith from the other six members, Dargin is the only one who speaks with Slayer, and he is the only one who gives Slayer his orders. After all, Dargin is the only one who knows who the real Slayer is and what he truly looks like thanks to his third eye. Slayer doesn’t trust any of them though, and he would sooner slice all their heads off than listen to their instructions, but the Ashtar Sword that they all seek might just be in his best interests to find first. A single wish is all he would need after all.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:35 pm
Prologue As Helion walked down the ancient corridors of Ayrunos, the Dark Tower of the former demon army, now his home and well fortified military base as well, he wondered what his best friend walking next to him would say as he prepared to tell him the truth of who and what he truly was, as well as his intentions and the reasons behind all that has occurred in the past few years. Questions raced through his mind as to how his friend would reply, but none seemed to take root and give him comfort in the predicament he was now about to be in. All those questions just seemed to disperse throughout his mind, tormenting him and making him unsteady. Helion truly hated this feeling, but then again, he also knew how to get rid of it. As he walked towards the door of the final chamber at the top of Ayrunos, he held the hilt of his black sword and suddenly he felt full of power and he acquired a sense of being able to accomplish anything if he put his mind to it. He truly enjoyed this feeling and it comforted him as he pushed the door open, walked in, and held the door open for his friend. When his friend entered Helion finally spoke to him for the first time since their arrival together at Ayrunos. "Kysul, we have much to discuss here." It wasn't the most charming way to begin a conversation, but it was the truth. Helion then walked over to a large black marble table in the center of the room with red demonic markings all over it and sat down in a chair with the same markings as the table on the side facing the door, leaving Kysul to sit on the side facing the large window behind Helion. When Kysul sat down across from him, Helion spoke again. "Well, shall we begin?" He asked with a quirky grin on his face, friendly and inviting. Before Kysul could answer him, however; Helion began talking about the things he had mentioned they would discuss at the Dark Tower. "First of all, my friend, how much do you know about the circumstances that preceded and caused the Hurg War?"Kysul was weary as he walked through the old hallways of Ayrunos. He never liked this place, and he never would. After all, this was the only place where he had ever thought he might die in his entire life. This place was well protected to say the least. There was a small army stationed outside, archers lined the roof and windows, guards were standing watch outside of every doorway, and twelve guards patrolled every hallway as they marched in a rather aimless fashion. Kysul had walked through the open door which Helion held for him and nodded in agreement with Helion’s statement of their oncoming discussion. He sat down in the chair opposite of Helion and after listening to Helion's question, Kysul spoke. "The Hurg War…" He said the name as if it was a child taunting him. "I remember that the Bandit King, Scar, wished to overrun our homeland and that he was willing to kill us all if we refused to face him in combat, and face him we did, and we won too!" Kysul laughed. Helion laughed as well. "Indeed we did, my old friend, but what that war did for us was far greater than any squabble over our homeland's sacred forests." He paused, readying himself for what he was about to say. "Kysul, we have long been hindered behind the shadow of our enemies. Enemies which can both be apparent to us and invisible at the same time. These foes of ours are not only the ones we face, but the weaknesses within ourselves. Surely you have come to realize this in your over 4,000 years of life?" Helion questioned with a more stern and demanding look on his face.Kysul smiled at Helion. "I have, but what does this have to do with anything? Especially you bringing me here, away from my army, to this cursed fortress!" He joked, with the same smile remaining on his face. "I have brought you here to inform you of a most interesting proposition; an offer to join me and a group of select individuals who wish to achieve a greater good for this world." Helion answered. The words seemed so simple to him now, nothing like the ones he was fighting himself to say a few minutes ago. Perhaps he was finally confident enough to confront his friend about something that he felt might turn against his favor, but it couldn't could it? Kysul wouldn"t betray his trust and his friendship for something else would he? No. There was no chance in hell this would happen. Not now, not ever, after all they'd been through together as allies on the field of battle and friends in each others homes. Kysul's smile disappeared and was replaced with intrigue. "What are you trying to sell, Helion?" He asked, unsure of what his friend might say next. He had initially thought when he arrived that Helion would be going over some battle strategies, or future plans for oncoming wars, but instead he was offering him something strange, something different, and something that gave Kysul a feeling of dread. Helion smiled wryly. "Allow me to inform you of the circumstances that brought about the Hurg War." He paused; it was high time for the truth to be revealed, after all, Kysul was probably the only person worth adding to the ranks of The Covenant of Seven. Suddenly the black sword filled Helion with a rude and hateful manner, which he quickly took into himself and made his current attitude. This reflected the sword’s corruption on him, and made him almost heartless, even in front of his friend. "The Hurg War was provoked by Scar, the Bandit King, but there was a deeper reason for our fighting him. He was a weakling overall, as I’m sure you would have figured out had you managed to face him yourself, and to make things worse, he was power hungry. I convinced our king and queen that he was more of a threat and less of a menace, thus the war was made formal and you were sent in to quell the fighting. However, you know that it was not only Scar who was to blame for this. It was those foolish men who were his aids in battle that are to blame as well. Men are such weak creatures, and they have to be eradicated in order for the elves to rule this land."Kysul immediately interjected. "Wait just a minute, Helion!" His face was now taut with anger. "You mean to tell me you dragged me all the way from my encampment to tell me that you want to cause a mass genocide against all men so we can rule Tialis? Are you out of your damn mind?" Kysul couldn't believe what he was feeling; anger and resentment towards his best and oldest friend. "Listen, Helion, wasn't it you who told me long ago that the sins of the few do not necessarily reflect the sins of the many?" Kysul questioned. He wasn't easy to anger, but the right thing could truly send him off the deep end. Helion was now mad as well. "Yes, I did indeed tell you of such a moral, but come on Kysul, you know it is their fault that we as a people are now growing ever closer to extinction as our numbers dwindle and their numbers grow. All the while, they are killing our people by suffocating this land. Have you not sensed the poison in the air, or the putrid water where once it was crystal clear and clean? They must be destroyed!""No they mustn't." Kysul retorted. "They are living beings and they have been our allies in the past, and they still share a love for the peace our two peoples share. Why would you want to destroy such a thing? Sure they aren’t perfect, but neither are we." Kysul said with a hint of calming back down in his voice. Surely, Helion wasn't really saying this to him. Maybe he'd wake up from this dream and be alone somewhere in some uncomfortable position which caused this dream to conjure up from his subconscious. Helion started laughing. It started as a low murmur, but it soon grew into an uproar. "All the things you’ve just said never stopped you before now did they?" He laughed again. "You killed in our peoples' name at my request after only hearing me issue the order, "Go forth, and annihilate our enemies, Kysul." He laughed a bit more before continuing. His sword was glowing in its sheath from the corruption within it. "Have you not realized it by now? I have all the power to take you from your seat of General and I also have the power to overthrow the king and queen if I so choose. You are only a pawn in this master strategy of mine. Friends as we may be, you still lack what I possess. You lack true power, and this is something you can achieve if you join me, and the Covenant of Seven which I am a part of." "No!" Shouted Kysul. "I refuse to join you or your little band of self-righteous bastards! For all I care, if you are only interested in killing people then you can go to hell!" Kysul stood up and drew his sword from its scabbard on his left side. "I’m sorry for this, Helion, but you have just threatened to overthrow the king and queen. That is treasonous, and I will not stand by and allow you to say such things." He pointed his sword at Helion and waited for his friend’s response. He was sizing up his possible opponent as he did so. Helion was very powerful, and he was in his own fortress with his own army at his disposal. If things turned violent, it wouldn’t end well for Kysul, and he knew it. Helion sat motionless for a moment. He didn't care that Kysul had brandished his sword, but he did care what he accused him of. "Be honest, Kysul. Do you really think that the king and queen would believe you over me? Do you think anyone in all of Tialis would?" He asked harshly. He knew the entire world would choose him over Kysul if given the choice, and he also knew that the entire elven kingdom, including Kysul's own soldiers, would choose him first and foremost and not even think twice about it. Helion then stood up and faced his friend. "Kysul, would you really choose the king and queen, and the entire host of men, over me? Your best friend!" He shouted the last part with a deep hatred booming from his voice. If the need arose he would be ready to fight.Kysul looked down and sighed heavily. "I would indeed choose them over you and your Covenant of Seven as you called them." He looked back up at Helion. "You may indeed be my best friend, but I would rather die than join you or your group. Out of our old friendship, I will leave you now, and your offer to become one of this Covenant of Seven. I advise you to leave your foolish motives behind before they cause you to suffer, Helion." Kysul told him as he walked towards the door that lead back into the long hallways of Ayrunos. Helion clicked his fingers, and the resulting echo throughout the room caused a group of his soldiers who were stationed within Ayrunos to instantly open the door and step into the room, blocking Kysul’s exit. "Out of our old friendship, Kysul, I will end your suffering before my group and I have the chance to bring it upon you ourselves. Men! If Kysul refuses to surrender, kill him." The elves who blocked the doorway were now battle ready with their weapons drawn and their stances that of battle-hardened warriors.Kysul only scoffed at Helion and his men. "Stand down men, you know who you're dealing with don't you?" He mocked them, and their leader all at once with that statement. One of the men then spoke. "Yes, we are dealing with a traitor. Helion told us of your plot to kill him and of his bringing you here to try and change your mind. You will never take our Hero away from us!" The soldier readied his sword. He seemed a bit unsure of what he was about to have to do, but for Helion, he would die before denying his orders."So this is what you have done, eh? You’ve lied to them and given them this false story of me trying to kill you. How disgraceful." Kysul grimaced. "Oh?" Helion questioned. "If I was lying, then why were you just in here with your sword drawn in front of my face? My archers saw you, and my soldiers heard you draw your sword. I don’t think I lied at all now did I?" Helion knew at that moment he had Kysul bested; now he would just have to watch his friend surrender or die.Kysul realized he was between a rock and a hard place as of now, and Helion was right. Those soldiers would indeed believe Helion over himself. 'Damn.' Kysul thought as he considered his options. Then, the only option that seemed to be fitting came to mind. It was the obvious option, but he truly didn't want to do it. He'd have to escape by force, ro die trying. "Well Helion." He paused. "It's been good fun, but I’m afraid I have to be going." When his sentence was finished Kysul bolted towards the door. He grabbed his shield from off his back in an instant and met the guards head on. The resulting slam of Kysul's shield against the unprepared guards sent them all spiraling into each other and sent them out the door and into the hallway where they tried to get up to chase Kysul but he was too fast. He was already down the hallway and heading towards the first flight of stairs. Helion opened the window of the room he was in and called for his entire army to find, capture, or kill Kysul. He then watched from the window to see if Kysul could make it out alive. He doubted it, but Kysul always was a thrifty fellow. Kysul managed to make it down the first flight of stairs without any trouble, but then, trouble found him. Archers shot at him from down the hallway, and he quickly dropped onto his left knee and held his shield firmly against his body, all the arrows either slammed into the shield or flew around him. When the first volley was fired, Kysul ran down the other hallway and went down a spiral staircase. As he went down he felt wind behind his back, it was the second volley, and he had just barely avoided it. Soldiers were coming up the stairs at that point and Kysul knew he would have to fight these ones off, or else he’d be trapped by the archers behind him. He almost instantly thought of method to take theses soldiers out and get down the stairs faster. He put his shield on his back, lay down, and shoved himself down the stairs on his back, using the shield as a type of board to protect his back and increase his speed. He slid through the soldiers, knocking them both off the staircase and into the wall from which it was supported on his way down. At the bottom of the stairwell there was a group of soldiers waiting for him, and he quickly kicked the wall to send himself into a spin. He stuck his sword out as he reached the bottom, and as he spun he sliced off the legs of some of the soldiers, and cut the tendons of the others. All of them fell onto the floor in blood and pain. Their screams were terrible, but Kysul couldn’t dwell on hurting them as of right now. His life was at stake after all. He rushed down the next hallway, and by now he realized he was nearing the entrance to the fortress, which would soon be his exit. His breathing was irregular from all the running and he knew he couldn't escape if he had to face the entire horde stationed here. Unfortunately, the entire horde appeared right in front of him guarding the entrance to the fortress, and his only way of escape. "s**t!" Kysul spat as he looked for another exit, but there was none. He frantically searched left and right, seeing nothing but black towers and walls and soldiers closing in on him from all sides as of now. Archers were lined across the rooftops, and there would be no way of escape from this predicament. All of a sudden the giant black marble doors of the fortress swung wide open behind Helion's army and a legion of Kysul's soldiers rushed in and started attacking Helion's men from behind. They were caught completely by surprise as their ranks were being torn through by Kysul's soldiers. Meanwhile, from outside the fortress, in the surrounding treetops, Kysul's own archers began firing upon the archers who lined the walls of Ayrunos, and before the other archers even knew what was going on, over half of them were dead. Kysul now had the perfect chance to escape while Helion's men were in a state of confusion and panic. He ran as fast as he could through the army in front of him, he dodged and weaved from as many enemy soldiers as he could. Those he couldn’t dodge, he cut down. After a few seconds, though it seemed much longer, Kysul was at the huge doors of Ayrunos. He turned and called for all of his men to retreat into the forest, and they did so. The men who were fighting rushed pass Kysul and the archers in the trees leaped down and ran to rejoin the foot soldiers within the woods. When all his soldiers were out of the fortress, Kysul ordered them to shut the doors they had entered through, and when the doors were closed, Kysul sheathed his sword and placed his right hand on the seam where the two doors met. At that moment, he felt the fire within his body flowing through him and focusing on his right hand. While his blue flame didn’t appear, the resulting heat from its focusing made the doors melt together. "This should slow their advance." Kysul told his men who were immediately beside him. When the doors were fused into one big slab of marble, Kysul turned and rushed into the forest along with the last of his men. He had to get away before Helion himself wanted to fight, and with that in mind he disappeared from Helion's view within the trees. Helion watched as Kysul vanished from sight. He gripped his sword's hilt tightly and his face became contorted with anger and displeasure. Kysul had escaped, and worse, Helion had been wrong about the loyalty of Kysul’s men. They were loyal, even to the death to their leader, and they even chose him above Helion. This pissed Helion off worse. He hated miscalculating his odds and ends, but he couldn’t let this get to him now. He was already looking forward, and he knew he would have other chances to regain Kysul's trust and other chances to persuade him to join the Covenant of Seven. Or, other chances to kill Kysul if he refused him again. This thought made Helion smile slightly, as he watched his own soldiers try to regroup and then try to split the giant marble slab that was once the doors leading in and out of Ayrunos. 'Useless.' He thought. Suddenly, he felt a gentle breeze up against his back, but there was something different about this small gust of wind, it was chilling to the bone and frightening, yet it was embracing and soothing at the same time. It was the Breath of Death upon his back, and Helion didn’t turn to see who or what it was that was causing this wind, for he already knew. He only uttered one name. "Slayer." And he remained facing the woods where Kysul had fled. Slayer waited patiently for his orders from Helion. He was behind him, but off to the left side a little bit, just enough to be on the side of Helion’s bad sword arm. He was never careless and he always expected the worst to be just around the corner. As such, he was always prepared for it, and he was never caught off guard. In fact, he was always the one catching others that way. He put his hands on his dual blades on his hips and slid them about an inch out of their sheaths. There was no noise from this motion, no click from the blades as the metal touched the sheaths, no sliding sound from the blades being pulled free from their resting place at Slayer's hips. There was only silence, deadly silence. Slayer then took one step forward and waited for orders.Helion spoke then. "No, Slayer, it’s fine. Let him go for now. We have to report back to Dargin and the others. We need to discuss our mission in greater detail, and I think we all have a few questions that might need answered. Besides, this waiting around has finally gotten on my nerves, and if you ever spoke, I'm sure you'd say the same thing, wouldn't you?" Helion asked with a wry smile on his face. "Come now; let us be on our way."Slayer hated to admit it, but he agreed with this elf. There were things that would need to be answered, but he knew if he waited patiently as usual, he'd hear the answers he sought in due time. He also agreed with the complaint about waiting around. Even though his occupation required waiting for the right moment to strike, he still hated pointless waiting. This was stalling him from his own goals, and any hindrance was usually dispatched by Slayer. Time however, could not be killed. Slayer returned his death dealers to their home, and then he vanished instantly, leaving Helion alone staring out the window.Helion stared out the window a few minutes longer. Some of his men were still trying to fix the door, and the others were gathering the dead and burning them in the traditional elven fashion when a soldier dies. Helion shook his head. "Kysul, I do truly hate that this meeting turned out this way." He paused, gripped his sword's hilt and felt pleasure from the feeling of power welling up inside of him. "There's always next time." He reminded himself as he was engulfed in red flames, and in the next instant, Helion was gone as well. Ayrunos stood empty then, barren and without any life that mattered. Only the soldiers who toiled to fix everything that Kysul and his men had just recently ruined remained. They all knew it wouldn't be long before they were needed by their hero again, and they worked harder and harder until Ayrunos was back to perfection again. It only took a few days, and without a sign from their hero since then, the soldiers waited. Their hero would return, Kysul's best friend turned worst enemy would seek his friend out again, and those who said they saw a man near Helion in the window disappeared over the next few nights and were never seen or heard from again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:41 pm
The Prophecy "There will come a time, long after the formation of the mountains, the laying of the valleys, and the pouring of the seas, when Seven Great Evils will unite and begin wreaking havoc upon the world of Tialis. These Seven Great Evils will not be ones of obvious malevolence, but ones of folklore, respect, and prestige who can hide among those who do not wish to know their true forms. Together, these Seven Great Evils will seek a weapon whose power is great enough to slay the Gods and rewrite all of history to their own fiendish designs. In the search for this weapon, they will sow the seeds of war, slaughter many innocents, and begin turning the wheel of fate that will eventually run rampant over all in its path and thus leave the world in turmoil and chaos. However, during this time of uneasy peace before the onset of calamity, a group of heroes will emerge from a hiding that even they themselves do not yet know of. These heroes will be lead by The Penitent Soldier, who wields the unstoppable Light of Heaven. All those who attempt to thwart him will find only misery and death in their foolishness, and yet, he will not be talented or strong enough to stop the Seven Great Evils on his own. He must seek out the Forsaken Soul. He must seek out the Dweller of the Deep. He must seek out the Light in the Desert. He must seek out the Breeze of Death. He must seek out the One Amidst the Clouds. At the gathering of these five individuals and The Penitent Soldier, a caravan of Chosen Heroes will finally realize their combined destiny and will then challenge the Seven Great Evils. Together the Chosen Heroes will see to it that the Seven Great Evils are defeated one by one and their vile and contemptuous ways are uprooted and obliterated once and for all. Thus a reformation will be brought into the world once again, and Tialis will be revitalized and rejuvenated from its former catastrophe. So saith the Gods Cosja and Naglos. So saith the Tree of Life, Gonlaska."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 8:59 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 7:43 pm
"It's nice to meet you as well Ismira." he said to her. He noticed that when they shook hands her eyes looked toward his hand. Lemes looked down and saw that some of his skin was showing. He quickly pulled his hand away and quickly covered it up. "You see..." he couldn't get the words out, he turned to Arnam who is still staring at his ring.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 8:18 pm
Arnam practically ignored Kysul entirely as he spoke, but he did smile at the thought of Zyaldar and Lemes being his friends. More like assets to Arnam actually, especially if he could convince Lemes to join him in the same way Zyaldar was going to. In fact, Arnam might even have a great yield at the end of this little job he had previously agreed to. When Kysul mentioned all the death and how easily it could occur, Arnam almost wanted to agree with him, for he knew it was true as well as the elf did. His occupation had taught him that much at least. When the bag of gold was kicked over and gold spilled onto the floor, Arnam and a few other tavern occupants who weren't completely drunk hit the floor just as quickly and snatched up every piece in an instant. Arnam fought well against them, but he couldn't managed every piece, only about three-fourths of it. Though Kysul had told Arnam the treasure wasn't for him, if Kysul was willing to take it back, Arnam would have loved to see him try. Arnam then placed the money all throughout his cloak and garments and stood up to look at Lemes, who had been watching him when he was examining his new ring.
Noticing that Lemes was a bit uncomfortable with the whole revealing who he was, Arnam took it upon himself to blurt out the truth, regardless of whether the fish-man wanted him to or not. He sat down and quietly, so he wouldn't draw anymore attention to himself or the others, especially since no one in the tavern other than the group at the table knew the contents of the other two bags, cut into Lemes' sentence at that time, "...Lemes claims to be some type of Atlantian. You know, one of those people from that legendary city underwater made of pure gold and jewels." The thought of such a place made Arnam's mouth water. "He's some sort of blue sea monster, or mermaid, or maybe a siren, perhaps he's just a freaky fish-guy. Something or another to that effect from that fabled city." Arnam finished and continued staring at the ring. Man oh man was it a beauty!
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 5:34 pm
For if an Angel is born with Broken Wings
Doubt whom you will... 
L oud thuds near Ismira's feet startled the angel enough to make her jump. Wondering what could cause such a ruckus Ismira looked down to see practically half of the tavern at her shoes scrabbling for gold. Did any of these people have a shred of dignity left in them? Taking a few steps back from the flailing limbs that threatened to strike her Ismira instinctively reached for her own small bag of gold that she had brought with her fearing that someone might have snatched it. She released a breath of relief. It was still there.
Looking back at Lemes who had started to say something before the scramble for the fallen gold Ismira raised a finely arched eyebrow when the mysteriously garbed man with blue on his wrist stopped in mid-sentence. He seemed to be struggling with the right words to say to her about his small revelation, though Arnam was quick to finish the sentence for him. During the explanation Ismira felt her eyes go wide. An Atlantian!? No way!! What was he doing here!? Thinking that being from the greatly fabled city of Atlantis was much cooler than being some mutant from the sea Ismira dismissed all the other ideas Arnam threw at her almost instantly, already her mind being warped into the idea that Lemes was from a magical place.
"Atlantis!?" Ismira quickly sat down on the other side of Lemes that wasn't occupied and looked at the apparent fish man with eager eyes. "Oh please tell me what your city's like! And all the wild-life, your culture, everything!!" Smiling now from her excitement Ismira forgot all about their apparent rush to leave the small tavern. Leaning foward in her seat Ismira kept her curious gaze on Lemes, her hands flat on the wooden table. "I won't tell a soul if that's what you're worried about!" She told Lemes to reassure him of any doubts that Ismira thought he might have about telling her anything. "I won't ask for anything top-secret either!" Trying her best to look as serious as possible another eager and excited smile broke through her attempts. Her voice had long since dropped to a whisper due to the obvious discreetment on this topic. Who would want people to know they're from some rumored underwater city? Ismira didn't want everyone to know she was an angel either so she could understand all the secrecy, but since she knew about his heritage and all...Lemes wouldn't keep her in the dark, would he?
...but never Yourself How can they Hope to Fly?∞∞∞
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 6:50 pm
Lemes was reluctant to answer Ismira's question. He was happy that someone else was interested about his whereabouts. He was especially thrilled to find someone that didn't scream or stare in shock in the discovery of his race. He figured since she had treated him like another human he would let her know a bit about his home. "The city of Atlantis is submerged under the ocean like everyone knows. The city is actually an air bubble, filled with others like me. Umm.. we are basically like humans, but just adaptive to water as well." he said to here, figuring that was enough information to tell her. He didn't want to give say too much as he was struggling just to say what little he did.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:51 am
Kysul's face became one of pity for all those who savaged for the gold that hit the floor, but then he looked at Arnam who was among them, fighting for if his own life was in danger, then he saw him quietly sit down next to the one called lemes. " Atlantis, a old fisherman's story" Kysul said to himself. Kysul noticed that everyone was more focused to Lemes's story that on the task at hand. " If you all would just like to sit around here and lolly gag with a garped fishermen that is your own priority. I am going after Helion with or with out anyone of you," Kysul announced as if he was annoyed by the tale of atlantis and he walked across the threshold of the tavern leaving all those who were meant to follow behind. " How can they all sit there and drink and have a good time, when our world is facing a great evil." Kysul started towards Zyaldar and stopped next to him. " Thank you for your hospitality. " Kysul stopped and noticed the hilt of Zyaldar's sword. " I Know that weapon, it is called cyclonis, is it not.: Kysul said it amazement
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 11:47 am
Zyaldar continued to rock in his chair when he heard Kysul come up to him. He replied to his compliment, "Oh course friend, and it is not at all a problem to offer my hospitality. It is actually quite an honor to have a war general as yourself here in my humble tavern." Zyaldar then was surprised with Kysul's next statement and said, "Ay, it is the legendary blade, Cyclonis. I know the legend is well known throughout Tialis but to my surprise you are the first to notice it from the hilt. Most do not know until I pull out the green blade itself. I of course knew of the blade because my homeland resides within the Wind Nation in the highest of all mountains," Zyaldar said as he rocked a few times in his chair. He made sure that he did not reveal anything about his past or reveal that Zyaldar has any experience at all with fighting. Although it takes a master of the wind element to obtain and even wield this sword, he wanted to keep his identity concealed until the right time.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 1:18 pm
For if an Angel is born with Broken Wings
Doubt whom you will...
I smira's eyes sparkled cheerfully at being trusted with such information from Lemes and when he fell silent she found herself holding her breath, hoping he would reveal more about his world. When he stayed quiet Ismira's eyes lowered in disappointment, her face already forming a small pout. She couldn't necessarily ask for more information due to what she had said just a few moments ago about asking for anything top secret -she didn't know what Lemes considered 'top secret' material in the first place- so Ismira traced a small wooden knot in the table with a sigh. "Thanks for sharing that with me." Ismira added, remembering her manners and offering a genuinely appreciative smile to Lemes. Their small side conversation was interrupted though when Kysul stepped forth, bringing his wrath with him. Shrinking away from his blunt anger Ismira instinctively hid behind one of her wings but since it was invisible to everyone including herself it did nothing to shield her from Kysul's angry gaze.
"I-I'm coming too..." Ismira called after him a bit weakly when he left before standing up. "I hope you'll join us." She told Lemes and Arnam before Ismira followed Kysul out of the tavern. Finding him outside and talking to Zyaldar stirred an irritation inside of her. Wasn't he just rushing everyone else a few moments ago? What, so it was okay for him to go talk to whoever he wanted and...how did he put it? Lolly gag? Crossing her arms infront of her Ismira cleared her throat loud enough for both Kysul and Zyaldar to hear. "Um, Kysul? Weren't you saying something about going after Helion...now?" Still sore about this whole situation Ismira couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice in her last remark.
...but never Yourself How can they Hope to Fly?∞∞∞
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:42 pm
Arnam was counting his gold again as Lemes retold the story of his home to Ismira. He was content as of right now. He was loaded with gold from stealing earlier, getting jewels and pearls from people, and from his scrapping-it-out with the other drunks in the bar a few moments ago. Arnam was truly a man of no shame. Nothing bothered him enough to make him feel remorseful and nothing seemed to get under his skin, except Kysul of course. Still though, Arnam couldn't be worried for very long about anything if there was a get rich scheme somewhere in there for him. It really didn't matter to him, it was just his way of enjoying his life, and the more money, the happier Arnam was.
When Lemes had finished his little tale about Atlantis, which he made out to be just some big, gold-free dome filled with fish-people like himself, Kysul spoke for the first time since he kicked over the bag of gold. His voice sounded viscus and displeased with current affairs. While putting his money back into their bags and pouches, Arnam gathered that Kysul must have a lot on his mind, like what defenseless animal he would slaughter next or what other person's life could he make a living hell in his long lifespan? Those questions were probably the real issue here after all, or at least they were in Arnam's mind. Still, Kysul was agitated at all of them, and Arnam hated being put on the spot like that. When Kysul left, Arnam finished bagging his loot and he stared at his new ring again. 'Shiny.' He mused giddily to himself.
Ismira then got up and offered Arnam and Lemes the still open option to tag along with her and Kysul before angrily following Kysul outside. "He's gonna get it now." Arnam announced to Lemes with a crooked smile as Ismira left the tavern and walked outside. Arnam truly didn't want to go, but he was being offered a great deal of money, and Zyaldar had offered his entire share to Arnam with no strings attached and no need of a returning of a favor. Perhaps even this Ismira girl wouldn't be so bad after all if she stopped assuming Arnam was someone else, even though she really did seem to know him, but from where? He'd have to find out later when they were alone and since Kysul had made this little journey out to be a long one, Arnam was certain he'd have plenty of chances to talk to her alone.
His attention then returned to that of Lemes, the man from Atlantis, who was obviously more or less human and more or less something else at the same time. A marine monster from another world was the nicest way to put him as of now, and Arnam suddenly got an idea exactly like the one he thought of with Zyaldar. "Hey Lemes; I have a question for you." He said calmly. "Do you suppose you'd want to travel with Zyaldar, Kysul, Ismira, and myself?" He asked with a friendly smile now on his face. "I see no reason for you to stay here and rot with these guys." He added with twirl of his index finger and a rolling of his eyes suggesting that everyone still in the bar were not fit to be around. "So why not come along? You aren't from around here anyway, so it couldn't hurt to learn a few new things about the world above the waters; I'll even explain things along the way." Arnam offered with a slight laugh as he stood up. "I will leave this decision up to you, as it is not mine to make, but do consider it." Arnam was being overly polite, but he had his reasons for doing so. For one, Lemes could heal, and Arnam knew firsthand the importance of taking a healer along with you. Mainly though, Arnam only wanted to take Lemes' share of Kysul's valuables from his generous hordes of treasure that Arnam was sure he had, especially after seeing just what three bags could contain. Arnam then walked away from Lemes and waved back at him as he exited the doorway and went outside to where the others were waiting. He passed behind Ismira, a great passing by to be sure, and walked down the steps a bit before stopping on them, turning his head towards Kysul, sighing deeply, and finally chastising. "Well, come on Kysul, you can stop your whining and bitching now. Let's hit the road and go get ourselves killed for no apparently good reason." Arnam told his hated rival, as well as the other two who he was certain were coming along, sardonically. 'This is stupid.' Was all Arnam could think of. They were going to fight a legendary hero who apparently had done some wrong-doing and had to be punished by the long sword of the law. Idiocy plain and simple.
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