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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:35 am
~Darkness before Dawn~
A Tale of the Crimson Night
"...three Roc feathers, Basilisk tail, a patch of werewolf fur, two Wyvern's eggs, steel from a meteorite, Water from a nymph's spring, a dwarven child's last baby tooth, three pounds of bananas, Ice created by a white dragon's breath, a five foot rod of polished brass five inches in diameter, a pound of Old Toby, an Imp in a bottle, a bowl carved from white oak, and six leaves from an ironwood tree."
These were the items of payment that the Elven Sorceress assigned a soul bound in darkness in return for his freedom. Many of the items in question were quite rare and would invoke a quest that would that would reach to the ends of the earth.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:03 am
The Normal Stuff
This is a direct branch from the main role-play, Crimson Night. Undoubtedly some of the action will take place within the kingdom of Obrantium, but it will also expand to far beyond it's borders.
I'm hoping people will get involved, not only as characters who are willing to help. But also as antagonists. Maybe even preferably the latter. The profile skeleton is unchanged and lies below.
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If you wish to join, all you need to do is post your profile and I will place it in the list if accepted.
Fighting is strongly encouraged, but not so much romance. There's not really any room for it. Other than that, follow ToS and don't kick too many kittens. It's just not nice.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:05 am
Accepted Characters
Name: Vaele
Age: ? (appears to be 17 years of age)
Race: Human (cursed)
Sex: Male
Weapons: Mage's Staff, most magic
Biography:
Eons ago, the Mage was battling a dark sorcerer. In a last effort to defeat his foe, he called upon the power of dark magics. Magic that was turned against him. He was not killed however. Instead, the spell possessed him in a way, granted him the ability to master all of the magical arts, but it also consumed his body and soul and resulted in his murdering his own fiance. He is doomed to walk the earth until he can somehow find a way to break the spell, or until he is slain by an enemy (the latter seeming the more likely to happen.) He feels the pain of those who died as a result of his actions. He welcomes death, but it evades him. For more than seven thousand years his soul has endured a living hell....
Description: Vaele usually wears a flowing white cloak. His entire body is as black as oil, and actually absorbs light like a black hole. Were it not for his cloak, all the sunlight in the vicinity would be absorbed and it would seem as night. His eyes glow white, featureless... seemingly bottomless. When he stares into one's eyes, it appears he is gazing into their soul. His hair is also white, and when he focuses his magical energy, strange markings, previously invisible, begin to glow radiantly all over his body. He stands approximately 6 feet tall and is of and average build.
Picture: N/A
Name: Xenshenunomei "Xen" Zanbato
Race: Human; Immortal
Apparent Age: 28; actual age unknown
Weapon of Choice: Martial Arts, Focused Ki-Based Powers, small selection of exotic weaponry [Kamas, sais, etc]
Appearance: Xen
Bio: Originally, Xenshenunomei belonged to an ancient order of monastic scholars. As they, his sole purpose in life was to gather knowledge and to perfect his body and mind. Achieving balance was the key to perfecting the soul. Over time, his dedication for achieving a Perfect Self proved to be so great, Xen outlived his masters and his peers and those that followed. Consistently refusing any sort of leadership role in the monastery, Xen preferred to further his own self being than to dictate the affairs of others.
Despite his immense physical and mental training, Xen had yet to see actual combat, even at several hundred years of age. It appeared as though he would live on for many more hundreds of years as such. Unfortunately, fate decided otherwise. War enveloped the land, reaching so far as the small monastery. Though dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and the betterment of one's self, the monastery was not spared. Much of the ancient knowledge, scrolls and books and tomes, were lost in the devastation that followed. Xenshenunomei survived, his untested combat prowess had proven effective. Many of his brothers and sisters could not claim the same. Their home destroyed, their order shattered, the remaining monks dispersed, slowly filtering into the new, modernized society.
All but Xen, who refused to immerse himself in the wretched abomination. Instead, he remained at the monastery. Such was his dedication that he eventually no longer needed to partake of food or drink to survive. No longer did he require sleep to remain vigorous. Xen found himself achieving the Perfect Self, ironically after the order had met its end.
He remained secluded within the ruins of the monastery for ages, perhaps even millenia, emerging only to seek new sources of knowledge to return to the library. He renovated much of the structure's interior, allowing its exterior to remain tarnished and unappealing so as not to attract unwelcome visitors. And so he remained this way for many, many years. Since, Xen had seen the rise and fall of many kingdoms, dynasties, and empires, never desiring interaction with them for longer than he had need to. Only recently, with even the wisest and long-lived races warring, did he take serious attention to the affairs of the cruel world that robbed him of his life, so many years ago.
Something was amiss, something that caused even Elves to heedlessly and blindly wage war against their friends and neighbors. Xen knew it was the work of something else, something otherworldly, and so, has set out to gather more information concerning the new dilemma.
Over his many years, Xen's combat abilities have only increased, and he harbors no good will towards any being foolish enough to stand between him and what he seeks. That said, he sees no need for causeless violence, staying his blades and fury from the innocent. He fights mostly using an ancient form of martial arts, using his perfected body as a living weapon. He can slay dragons with his bare hands, if he deems the cause necessary. Xen occasionally makes use of other weapons, though only rarely, and if the situation calls for it. He also has the ability to focus his inner lifeforce, causing it to manifest in various different ways. Examples of this include emulating a physical attack at a distance, inducing a death-producing effect with a touch of a palm, and using his chakra to heal his wounds or even so far as to raise the dead. All things he does with reason and necessity though, and he never abuses his power, as that violates his strict code.
As strict a code as he likes to uphold, his willingness to abide by it has waned over the years. Xen finds himself much more attracted to adventure and new things, as opposed to a life of solitude and knowledge seeking. That said, there is a higher chance that he would do something out of the ordinary, especially if it intrigues him or sparks some sort of interest into his ancient mindset.
Name~ Ailene "Lene"
Race (Human, Vamp, Werewolf, etc)~ Faerie nymph
Age~ Appears roughly 21
Weapon of Choice~ Her magic, which mostly revolves around water, some telekinesis-like abilities.
Appearance~ Lene 1 | Lene 2
Bio~ Having lived with a few of her three sisters by a lakeside in a faraway land, Lene always knew she was different, whether it was because of her wings or her water abilities compared to her sisters, or even her growing desire to travel the lands and see new sites, she'd never be able to tell. All Lene knew, was that she was odd. Her black wings still allowed her to fly, though short distances and heights--she'd never dare long distances with them. Her sisters each had powers pertaining to the element of earth. Lene's powers resided over water, and she later was able to move objects with her mind. After much debate, ignoring the disapproval of her sisters, she left their springs, deciding to leave behind what she saw as a boring life and find what adventures await her, bringing along her kitten, Naeryn, with her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:08 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 11:01 pm
Name: Xenshenunomei "Xen" Zanbato
Race: Human; Immortal
Apparent Age: 28; actual age unknown
Weapon of Choice: Martial Arts, Focused Ki-Based Powers, small selection of exotic weaponry [Kamas, sais, etc]
Appearance: Xen
Bio: Originally, Xenshenunomei belonged to an ancient order of monastic scholars. As they, his sole purpose in life was to gather knowledge and to perfect his body and mind. Achieving balance was the key to perfecting the soul. Over time, his dedication for achieving a Perfect Self proved to be so great, Xen outlived his masters and his peers and those that followed. Consistently refusing any sort of leadership role in the monastery, Xen preferred to further his own self being than to dictate the affairs of others.
Despite his immense physical and mental training, Xen had yet to see actual combat, even at several hundred years of age. It appeared as though he would live on for many more hundreds of years as such. Unfortunately, fate decided otherwise. War enveloped the land, reaching so far as the small monastery. Though dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and the betterment of one's self, the monastery was not spared. Much of the ancient knowledge, scrolls and books and tomes, were lost in the devastation that followed. Xenshenunomei survived, his untested combat prowess had proven effective. Many of his brothers and sisters could not claim the same. Their home destroyed, their order shattered, the remaining monks dispersed, slowly filtering into the new, modernized society.
All but Xen, who refused to immerse himself in the wretched abomination. Instead, he remained at the monastery. Such was his dedication that he eventually no longer needed to partake of food or drink to survive. No longer did he require sleep to remain vigorous. Xen found himself achieving the Perfect Self, ironically after the order had met its end.
He remained secluded within the ruins of the monastery for ages, perhaps even millenia, emerging only to seek new sources of knowledge to return to the library. He renovated much of the structure's interior, allowing its exterior to remain tarnished and unappealing so as not to attract unwelcome visitors. And so he remained this way for many, many years. Since, Xen had seen the rise and fall of many kingdoms, dynasties, and empires, never desiring interaction with them for longer than he had need to. Only recently, with even the wisest and long-lived races warring, did he take serious attention to the affairs of the cruel world that robbed him of his life, so many years ago.
Something was amiss, something that caused even Elves to heedlessly and blindly wage war against their friends and neighbors. Xen knew it was the work of something else, something otherworldly, and so, has set out to gather more information concerning the new dilemma.
Over his many years, Xen's combat abilities have only increased, and he harbors no good will towards any being foolish enough to stand between him and what he seeks. That said, he sees no need for causeless violence, staying his blades and fury from the innocent. He fights mostly using an ancient form of martial arts, using his perfected body as a living weapon. He can slay dragons with his bare hands, if he deems the cause necessary. Xen occasionally makes use of other weapons, though only rarely, and if the situation calls for it. He also has the ability to focus his inner lifeforce, causing it to manifest in various different ways. Examples of this include emulating a physical attack at a distance, inducing a death-producing effect with a touch of a palm, and using his chakra to heal his wounds or even so far as to raise the dead. All things he does with reason and necessity though, and he never abuses his power, as that violates his strict code.
As strict a code as he likes to uphold, his willingness to abide by it has waned over the years. Xen finds himself much more attracted to adventure and new things, as opposed to a life of solitude and knowledge seeking. That said, there is a higher chance that he would do something out of the ordinary, especially if it intrigues him or sparks some sort of interest into his ancient mindset.
[abridged and slightly skewed as far as I wanted it to be, but it works. xD basically, he'll help Vaele out, should he wish it, as the situation would likely interest him in some way, if not for the knowledge he could gain in the process.]
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:47 am
A man covered in pure white garments stood on the far outer edge of the forest. It was unsure of how he got there as his appearance was preceded by phenomena that resembled an eclipse. He was motionless. Wordless. Most creatures fled from his presence, while some of the braver looked upon his curiously, yet warily. He stood there, setting his mind level and contemplating what his first action should be. It was a long road ahead and he didn't know where to start.
Nearly twenty minutes passed before he showed any sort of life. His hand lifted slowly and the space in front of him became distorted, like looking at a picture through a warped glass. The area became mute of any noise and the field began to twist and bend. The figure stepped into the anomaly and disappeared. The portal closed behind him and all returned to normal. In only a moment, appeared in a small village thousands of miles away, or, at least what was a small village.
What was once a small, peaceful community was now nothing but a field of rubble, swarming with wild animal and littered with weed and dry bones. The last time he had been there was, perhaps, one hundred years ago. It was the only place to ever accept him for the thing that he was, and now it was gone. Undoubtedly collateral damage from the multiple wars over the last century.
Even so, the man showed sign of mourning over the loss of such innocent people. He had grown too hard for that. He didn't stay long enough to pay any respects, leaving in a similar fashion in which he came....
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:05 am
Xenshenunomei was seated quietly atop a small plateau near the desecrated village. He was meditating, eyes closed, and lifted off of the stone by a few inches. Dressed in his traditional robes, garments that have withstood the brutality of time itself, the monk was searching his mind for something, a piece of knowledge that would aid him in his search for the being responsible for this wanton war that now reigned over the lands. Just when he felt he was getting close to an answer, a sudden, massive power surge forced his eyes open. His concentration broken, the monk lowered to the ground but swiftly stood. It had undoubtedly emanated from the ruins of the village below, but why any being with that much power had a reason to be there, Xen did not know.
He approached the edge of the plateau, gazing down into the rubble below. Vision like that of an eagle, the ancient monk set his eyes upon a white-cloaked being. Obviously the cause of the space-distortion, Xen was now curious as to whether fate was just pulling his leg or if the source of the troubles lied with this man. Before he had the opportunity to evaluate the thought any more, the man again ripped through space and stepped through. Ah, but as an ancient being, one so finely attuned to almost all things, Xen could sense where the distortion led, where it would emerge. The faintest hint of a grin appeared on the monk's lips as he closed his eyes.
Focusing his life force, his Ki, the ancient being became shrouded in a mystic energy aura, as if it wafted upwards from his very soul. Pressing his hands together, Xen muttered a few words in an ancient language, long dead to the world. And suddenly, he was gone, the plateau empty.
Instantly, perhaps even sooner, the monk was standing before a portal, dark and twisted, warped from the present dimension. The very portal the white-garbed being was to emerge from in mere seconds.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:26 am
Vaele was caught completely off guard as he stepped from his gate. The stranger in front of him seemed to be waiting patiently for him, which, generally speaking, was never a good thing in his own universe. Out of habit, he threw himself into a defensive mindset. The strange blackness from under the hood gazed at the monk ominously, the purity of his evil blatant in appearance and in aura. The rift sealed shut as Vaele stepped back, ready for anything, but not quite ready to start something, as the stranger had shown no aggression.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:57 am
The monk observed the being's reaction, noting the obvious defensive nature in which the man moved. Becoming defensive before even uttering a word was a sign of guilt and paranoia; one who had something to hide or something to be blamed for. Xen stood silently until the rift closed, an unoffensive stance. It was no secret that he possessed weapons, but they were tied to his belt and appeared small and unassumingly insignificant. Of course, any wise combatant knew just the kind of damage one could wreak with even the smallest blade, but the monk made no motion towards his weapons.
He stood calmly, his hands folded in front of his chest and a peaceful look in his eyes. Only the corner of his mouth showed anything but, a tiny tug upwards would reveal his excitement in Vaele's presence. The emanation of evil from this dark being was evident, but Xen was not convinced he was the cause of the strife plaguing the world. Perhaps he was the cause of such for cities, villages, even kingdoms, but if so, he was nothing more than a pawn in the game of this other being...
The monk spoke then, after determining that the current 'common-tongue' was best suited for interaction, despite the fact that he had little interaction normally. "Dark One. Speak plainly. Do you generate the hatred of men, cause the Elves to turn of their neighbors unprovoked, instill cruelty in the Dwarves that they must seek out and destroy their kin? Be you the cause of the darkness spreading across the land, or is your darkness confined to your own soul?" The monk was soft spoken, but blunt and questioning. His voice carried no aggression or blame, and his face remained calm and emotionless as he spoke. If anything could be determined by his spiritual aura, it was that he was not good, nor evil, but of a balanced nature. And nature was unbalanced right now, something he needed to address.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:37 am
The way in which Vaele was addressed may not have been the best choice of words. A dark speech rose from the ground, speaking in a tongue, unknown to man, save only the most studied and learned. It was echoed by an understandable language, in an even darker voice. "He is but a vessel for my cause...." Vaele's entire body seemed to tense up and the cloak began to flap wildly, though there was no wind. "I drive much of the sweet destruction in this world, working though fools such as this one who believe they know what they are doing. Soon, this land will be nothing more than rubble, and the light will vanish for--" The figure spasmed as the human conscious took control suddenly. Vaele was unaware of what had just happened as looked at his visitor, thinking over how he should answer the question. "I have much blood on my hands. So much that they cannot be cleansed. It partial answer yes. All of the bloodshed....no. The evil is my own and of beyond this realm..." With no understanding of his condition, his response would seem like a paradox, but it was none of the like.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:49 pm
The monk displayed no reaction to the voice, save for a raised eyebrow at the dark, ancient tongue. He was well aware that no man should have ever heard this language, much less possess a means to speak it. Xen stood stock still as the voice spieled its purpose. He missed nothing, the man's struggle for control evident to the ancient observer. After Vaele spoke his piece, the monk remained silent and motionless for several moments, contemplating what had just occurred. Lowering his amrs to his side, Xen took one step closer to the stranger and spoke, his brow furled, but otherwise showing no expression. "You possess a burden, one you cannot be rid of. How I know matters little. What you intend to do about it matters most." The monk still showed no hostility. In reality, Xen had no desire to slay the being, as he intrigued the ancient monk to such a great extent. It had been... a long time since he had heard such a tongue. Besides, it seemed as if the human was a host to something far more sinister and perhaps he had no desire to be in the situation he was in.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:47 pm
Vaele held his position the entire time, waiting for the man to finish. His eyes burned from under the hood staring at he monk like a wolf at its prey. "To rid myself of this is what I plan to do. It is not an easy task, but I know of someone who believes she has the solution, though her price is high, if not ridiculous. But a stranger such as yourself has no need to become involved in my toil..In fact, it would be best for your own well being." Vaele spoke honesty. Company was always enjoyable, but it usually ended in disaster. "I would be curious of your name. You are insightful for someone armed as yourself....."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:01 am
 The monk seemed completely unphased by the look in the stranger's eyes. In fact, he made no reaction at all concerning the man's appearance, as though it were completely normal. He stood quietly, listening to Vaele's words. Someone who could rid him of his blight? Xen was well aware of the implications of exorcising a demonic or otherworldly presence from a human being, especially one so ancient and powerful. The monk had performed his own fair share of exorcisms, his abilities keen for dealing with the unnatural. Tearing this presence from its host would surely cause the death of the man, and even potentially leave the demon around to combat. While Xen had no feelings towards this man, and no fear to face the possessor, something kept him from performing the ritual right then and there. Perhaps it was the mention of a solution requiring an absurd price.
He cocked his head slightly and considered Vaele thoughtfully. "I am called Xenshenunomei Zanbato. My insight is hard earned and rarely off. This price, to relieve you of your burden... What is it? Are you aware that death likely awaits you upon completion of your journey?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:20 am
I feel as if died long ago, and now the magics inside are feasting on what's left of my soul. I do not fear what may happen to me. Rather, I almost look forward to it. As far as the payment....it is a list. Things she wishes me to collect for her." Vaele understood curiosity, but he couldn't help but feel that the monk was pushing himself into the situation, and the last thing he needed was an extra death on his hands should things go wrong. "I apologize if I'm sending the wrong message, and please take no offense, but I do not desire to be accompanied by dead weight. ....Unless you can prove yourself of any worth to me, I must be going.
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