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 Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 12:10 pm
The Beginning
In Newton's law we are taught that every action has a reaction. The ripple effect is a term used to describe a situation where, like the ever expanding ripples across water when an object is dropped into it, an effect from an initial state can be followed outwards incrementally. Within our world, Newton's law is fundamentally the basics to how we live our life, and thus bringing forth the ripple effect. Lets simplify this more for the masses. Lets say myself creating this role-play would be my action, and the reaction would be either you the role-player joining into this extravagant plot line, or shrugging it off, and carrying on your business online. Now the ripple effect plays hand in hand with said scenario. Lets say "Dave," decides to shrug off my role-play after getting thoroughly confused, and decides to go for a walk outside, and just as he does, he gets hit by a car. The man driving said car, lets say was drunk, and gets sent to jail for reckless endangerment, driving under the influence, etc... Now he's sent to jail for a long time, and more issues would ensue further down the line. That my friends is a decent example of the ripple effect, and Newton's law. Now that we have a good idea of what these two mean, on to the plot. The story takes place within the world as we know it, or at least a planet similar to it. It has basically the same ethics and rules as our world would generally have, all except for one...the fate of the world depends upon a certain sect of people, whose sole purpose is to keep a very sacred flame from being extinguished. From the beginning of time, these people, whom maintain this flame, have passed down the burden from father to son, with little to no inkling of an idea of what the repercussion would be if the flame was to go out. Only the oldest living member of the family knows its true purpose, and today...that man lies upon his death bed etching all the more closer to death. This man has been named the holy father of the Hinter clan, and his sole purpose today shall be passed down to his oldest great grandson, Shiro Hinter, and the secret of the flame, as well as the responsibilities shall be passed down solely to him. Little does Shiro know, but his life is about to become much more interesting... The role-play consists of two worlds. The first world where most will originate is similar to our own save a few changes, but nothing to drastic. That world will be called, for all intentions of being lazy, Earth. Now the second world is a bit different. They are a more fantasy like world where creatures like demons rule. That world is called Heil. Most of the myths and religions have been based upon said other world, but the humans are ignorant of said world, and think that these devils come from their "Hell", when in all actuality they are simply beings of another planet. Other creatures do exist in Heil, but you'll need my or LadyM's permission to be able to role-play one. Note that the two only races are humans and demons at the moment for people to play. 
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:53 pm
"Grandfather...it's me Shiro...I'm here for you," spoke a young black haired man who stared at the older man lying upon the bed with a look of concern plastered upon his face. The older man, presumably the younger man's grandfather had many wrinkles upon his face, and smiled lightly as he struggled to open his glazed over eyes. His eyes had long left the old man's use due to his cataracts, but the man could vaguely make out blurs and blotches. The older man stretched out his old hardened hand and reached forward for Shiro, his hand shaking, and in defiance to his deteriorating condition, sat up gripping onto the younger man's hand. He knew good and well that his time neared its ending, but that also meant his great grandson would have to carry on that burden.
"Shiro...you must at all cost keep the flame lit. I cannot tell you enough about the dangers awaiting you upon receiving such responsibilities Shiro..." spoke the soft spoken older man.
Shiro sucked at his teeth and pulled his hand away from his grandfather. "Look...I just don't get the deal with why we specifically have to keep the flame lit...I mean why can't we just get some other guy to..."
"Enough!" shouted the older man as he weezed and coughed deeply. "You have been given this responsibility and should feel honored to be chosen for such a task," replied the older man silencing Shiro's protest immediately. Shiro sat down upon the foot of his great grandfather's bed and sighed. "Look, I just don't get why I have to give up college for this...couldn't you just choose someone else..." he asked softly, slowly resigning to his fate that his family had assigned him to. "I'm sorry Shiro...this is the way things have to be...I just don't see any other way..." spoke the older man as his coughing fit began to fade away, and his erratic breathing slowed back down into its rhythmic old self.
Shiro's eyes grew soft as he gazed upon the broken old man, but then looked away letting his long black hair fall forward in front of his eyes. "I will do as you have told me to do, but I won't like it..." spoke Shiro as he stood, and walked towards the doorway. Truth be told, Shiro had plans before being passed down what would seem to him be a stupid task. He had plans to travel the world, and settle down somewhere, on some secluded mountain. He somewhat relished solitude. He had always been an outcast for most of his life due to his family's stigma. Even throughout grade school, most of the other children were too afraid to even lock eyes with him, so he never really had much of a social life, and if there was some sort of social interaction, he was insulted, picked on, or simply feared. All Shiro really wanted was to simply slip away from the stigma his family carried, and to start his own life anew. Even when his father and mother died in what he was told was a horrible car accident, he never had anyone to turn to. His great grandfather took on the responsibility of caring for Shiro after the incident, but was hardly seen due to the fact that he was the sole keeper of the flame.
His great grandfather sighed with content, and chuckled. "Truth be told Shiro, I never truly enjoyed keeping the flame from going out either, but...I still did it, because my father of all people asked me to...you and I are much alike..." said the great grandfather before he went into a fit of coughing. Shiro peered upon him with a saddened look. "Grandfather...I'm worried about you..." he chided softly as he looked downward towards the ground gripping his fist. "Do not worry for this old fool. I have had a long meaningful life, and my time has finally come at its end...death comes to all of us whether we accept it or not, its just another mysterious unknown that we as people have to explore...just another adventure my grandson..." he chided softly as his eyes began to close slowly. "Shiro...strive to become a better man, and trust your heart with what to do next after I am gone...only then will your heart's desire truly unfold..." spoke the older man for the last time...his voice trailing off into the void of mystery known as death. The sparkle that his eyes once held dulled slowly, and Shiro was once again left alone. Shiro wept softly as walked over to his grandfather and placed his hand over the older man's opened eyes, closing them gently. He knelt down before his grandfather saying a silent prayer to send him on his way, and stood back up heading for the door...this time not turning back to gaze upon the now lifeless body of his grandfather. He wouldn't look back, because he knew deep down inside that he would not be able to bare it. Instead Shiro left the room, and informed the private medical examiner the news, and left the vicinity.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:13 pm
It was a bitter cold morning. The weather had been bleak all week, and it had been days since the sun had been seen beyond the dark gray clouds. Those who were superstitious might have thought that the constant darkness was an omen of dangerous times ahead. However, her father was not one of those people. Thenia stared longingly out of the bedroom window of her tower down into the garden, which she had not been able to touch since the rain fell periodically and without warning. It would have certainly raised her own spirits to be among her flowers, gardening among the beautiful plants her father allowed her to keep. Sighing, Thenia forced herself up from the sill and turned her attention instead to her bed, crossing her room and falling backwards sinking down into the soft covers.
She hadn't seen much of her father as of late. In such a large castle as they lived in, it actually wasn't that much of surprise. However, he normally didn't hide away in his chambers as he was doing, dismissing any visitors. Including Thenia. Yet he was busy, as always, and she couldn't blame him, as their land couldn't rule itself. It was only disappointing because he had never shut her out of his work before. "What has changed?" she wondered aloud with furrowed brows and a little pout on her lips.
Suddenly, her long ears twitched at the sound of soft approaching footsteps. Sitting up quickly, she perched herself at the end of her bed and stared at the door, awaiting who she hoped was her father to enter. A knock came, and moments later the door opened just a crack, enough to fit a head within the room. To her disappointment, it was only her maid with a bright smile on her face. "What is it Ganye? I don't feel like a game right now..."
"Miss, I have good news." Ganye replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. In her hands she carried a carefully sealed letter, and as she approached Thenia saw her father's seal in the wax. "I was cleaning the hall outside of Master's wing, and all of a sudden his door opened and he stepped out with this letter in his hand. He nearly gave me a heart attack-"
"Did he say anything to you?" Thenia asked with bated breath, hoping there was good news. Ganye nodded, handing her the letter.
"He asked me to give this to you right away, then he disappeared again." Breaking the seal, Thenia hastily opened the letter and began to read the contents out loud.
"My dear Thenia, I apologize for keeping away for so long. I am sure you were worried. However, I believe my work is complete for now, and I have need of your assistance. Please join me in my study post haste, as there is much we need to discuss. Your devoted father." Thenia smiled. So he hadn't forgotten her. "Ganye, could you please fetch my coat? I want to be presentable for father." Ganye hurried to Thenia's closet and pulled out a floor length white robe adorned with blue and silver embroidery. Thenia was right behind her, and with the maid's help she slipped into the coat and was hurrying out of her room, Ganye tailing behind her. She followed the long and winding corridors until she reached the entry to her father's wing of the castle. While she had visited before, she knew there was much more within that she had been forbidden to explore, as he had put it lest she get hurt.
Thenia approached the door, her whole body trembling with anticipation. Ganye excused herself, knowing that she was not allowed inside, and went back to her cleaning. Now alone in her quest, Thenia took a deep breath and the handles of one of the large double doors with both hands, opening the doors and stepping into her father's dominion. If possible, it seemed even darker and colder in the halls than it did outside. The lamps along the walls were close to embers, and she had to rely on her knowledge of the way to his study rather than her own eyes. After carefully making her way in the right direction, she entered into her father's study.
It was a large room, filled with floor to ceiling bookcases containing massive volumes and scrolls of maps and such. She was never allowed to read the contents, though she had spent a great deal of time examining the bindings. Her attention was caught by the light scratching sound of a quill on parchment, and as she looked towards the desk by the fireplace, she saw the orange halo of her father's silhouette. As she watched his darken form, Thenia smiled and drew closer. "My Lord, I am here as you requested." she murmured, as to not frighten him if he had not already hear her enter. After a moment, his hand stilled and he sat back in his chair, a low chuckle escaping him.
"That certainly didn't take long. Come here, my dear Thenia." Her father motioned, and Thenia rounded his chair standing before him and taking in the man she had not seen for a great deal of time. Her father was a tall, imposing man with dark silver hair and calculating black eyes. As she observed him, Thenia noted that he looked thinner than the last time she had seen him, and she frowned slightly.
"My Lord, are you alright? It seems that you have been too much in the darkness, you do not look well."
"I am quite fine Thenia, now that I have this mess sorted out." he replied with a smile, pointing to the letters and scrolls on his desk. He had her full attention, and she stepped closer as he continued. "As I have told you, before you were born, I was adviser to the elven king. It was a wonderful time, and the king relied on my knowledge and guidance. However, he was secretly jealous of your mother's love for me, and plotted to separate us."
"Which ended in her execution for treason, per the king's orders, and your banishment." Thenia bowed her head. Her father was silent for a moment before continuing.
"The king took a great deal from our family. Yet I still have you. And I know that you would do anything for me, my child."
"Without question, my Lord, your will is my bidding." Thenia looked up hopefully, her eyes bright again.
"I am glad to hear it. I believe that I have found evidence that the King plans to rid the plane of me once and for all. He keeps a flame on the other side of a portal, one that cannot be reached by my own devices. The flame is guarded by a long line of keepers, and they plan to use this flame to destroy me. However, it appears that the current keeper of the flame is soon to be no more, and the role will be passed on to another. This is what I need you for. You are young, and your body is capable of passing through to the other side of the portal. I need you to pass over, find the flame, and destroy it, before the next keeper bonds with the flame. Can you do this for me, my dear Thenia?" His eyes had begun to burn as he continued to talk, first with anger then with excitement. Thenia approached her father and knelt before him, gazing up into his eyes.
"I would do anything for you, who has kept me through all of your sorrow. I am yours, father." Her father smiled, and patted her on the head. He lifted her to her feet and embraced her in a hug, before ushering her out of his study to get prepared with a list he had handed her. Thenia rushed back to her room, and moments later another figure appeared behind her father's chair from out of the darkness.
"My, my Marxes, what a loyal puppet you have raised." The figure, a cloaked male, cooed in a smooth voice. Marxes chuckled, getting to his feet.
"A mindless little thing isn't she? No matter, I couldn't have asked for a better servant. Now, all I need is for her to kill the last of the keepers, and extinguish the flame. Then, both worlds will belong to me. And I will have you at my side, Corinth, and when the time comes, we will dispose of your dear sister when she has lost her usefulness..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 8:41 pm
 1. Thou shalt request to join, and give a well written sample of what you can do. 2. Players must be very literate and descriptive. Don't get all angry if your turned down due to lack of skills, just take note, and try to get better. 3. PG-13!!! I will not tolerate any dirty things in this role-play. Take it to another place like a private message. 4. Myself and LadyM are the mods of this role-play. 5. Have fun and stick to the rules of this role-play simply put. Also no god-moding. ~The Player's Frame~ Humans[b]They call me[/b] (name)
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[b]Before all this happened, I[/b] (occupation/history before the worlds joined)
[b]People say that I am[/b] (personality in at least 3 words)
[b]I am particularly talented with[/b] (important skills your character has)
[b]My weapon of choice is[/b] (weapon)
[b]When I look in the mirror, I see[/b] (appearance, description or picture) Otherworlders[b]They call me[/b] (name)
[b]I’ve walked this Plane for[/b] (age) [b]years[/b]
[b]My kinsmen are[/b] (race)
[b]Before all this happened, I[/b] (occupation/history before the worlds joined)
[b]People say that I am[/b] (personality in at least 3 words)
[b]I am particularly talented with[/b] (important skills your character has)
[b]My weapon of choice is[/b] (weapon/magic type)
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:41 pm
 It had been over a week since Shiro had taken up the responsibility as keeper of the flame, a week since his grandfather had passed away and left him with such a large empty estate, and a week since he had lost all hope for a future elsewhere. Now all he had was a duty to carry on the bloodline, to create an heir for the next keeper of the flame, but every single time one of his family members brought a woman whom they deemed suitable to be his wife, he turned them down with little or nothing to say. He felt awkward about the whole ordeal, which further alienated him from this place. He just wanted to live a normal life, but more than that...he wanted to find a place where he belonged. Nothing here mattered anymore to him. The only reason Shiro had to stay around was his promise to that dieing man...the man whom cursed him to watch that damn flame. Shiro thought many times about breaking his promise, but could never find it in himself to do so. A familiar ringing chimed throughout the study of his large estate, its origins a old rustic grandfather clock. That chime signified him to check the status of the flame... He sighed softly as he stood from his computer desk, and stretched. He yawned as he slowly walked down the long hallways of his estate until reaching a set of double doors, each side painted with some odd symbol. He removed his slippers, and shirt as his grandfather had done many times before, and entered the room feeling a chilled wind blow throughout it. His eye immediately fixed to the dim flickering of the blue flame, unchanged as it had always been, and sighed. Softly he wished that the damn thing would go out, that he'd be released from such a tormenting task. He chuckled softly to himself as he approached the large pedestal that the lantern, which housed the flame, sat upon, and knelt before it saying a soft prayer, and standing back up. He walked slowly backwards towards the door, only pausing slightly before looking back, as he felt as if something, or someone was watching him. He shook the thought, and left the room closing the door before him. As he grabbed his slippers in one hand, and his shirt in the other, the closed door behind him slowly creaked open...
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 6:40 pm
 Everything so far had gone smoothly. Throughout the week, Marxes had made the preparations down to the very last minute detail, and had informed Thenia of exactly what she had to do. He explained to her how to pass through the portal to the other side, and gave her a vial of special sand that was to be poured on the flame. It would react instantly with the flame and both choke out and freeze the source, to deny any possibility of it relighting. All of it was relatively simple. However, the longer she waited, the longer she had to think over what it was she would have to do. She had never harmed a soul before, and the thought of having to hurt the keeper upset her greatly.
Regardless, she would do her father's bidding, doing everything in her power to avoid coming in contact with her father's enemy. When it was time for her to leave, Thenia brought with her the vial and an ornate dagger that her father had given her as a gift the morning of her departure. Dressed in black and wrapped in a cloak, she stood in one of her father's rooms she had never seen before before a glowing portal of mist twice her size. She looked back at her father, who stood close by, and could only exchange a brief nod before stepping into the mist. It was like walking down a long corridor where she could not see its end. The pressure inside was heavy, and she realized why her father had equipped her so lightly, otherwise she would barely have been able to move. Making her way forward with determined footsteps, what seemed like an eternity later she approached a closed door.
The door, wooden and worn, did not seem to have a handle though as she laid a hand on its surface it gave way, and she could see a room beyond. Slowly, she peeked further into the room, taking in the contents. Without much trouble, Thenia spotted the lantern her father spoke of near the middle of the room. It's glow was intoxicating, and for a moment, she couldn't find the courage to extinguish it. Slowly she began to move closer, protected only by the shadows of the room. Then, to her horror, she saw a figure move across the room, and laid eyes on the keeper. Holding her breath Thenia back against the darkest part of the room and waited to see what he was doing and exhaled with relief to see him leaving the room, though she was unnerved when his eyes moved across where she was hidden.
Stepping out fully once he was gone, Thenia moved out from her hiding. Thenia had not seen many other men before, other than her father and the servants, yet from what she saw of the keeper he looked nothing like them. No horns, no wings, nothing that her people had. What was he? Struggling against her curiosity, she passed by the pedestal with the lantern and instead headed for the door, wanting to see the keeper closer. Carefully, she took hold of the door he had just passed through and opened it just enough to get a clear view of his retreating form, her bright eyes fixated on his form. From behind, he hardly seemed like the threat her father spoke of, and not as old as she had imagined...
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 6:59 pm
Shiro's head turned as he heard the creaking of the door, which he thought he had closed behind him, but froze upon seeing someone from within the room peering back at him. His eyes widened as he remembered the warnings of what his grandfather told him...that a demon would come to extinguish the last hope of mankind. When he had first heard the story, he simply didn't believe it, but now...now was an entirely different story. Before him stood exactly that which was depicted in the tales his grandfather had told him. Fighting through his fear, he rushed the door, shoulder tackling it, sending the intruder, and himself stumbling upon the floor. The impact was rough, and it took him some time to regain his composure as he slowly sat up, and groggily looked about for the intruder. He wasn't ready for something like this to happen, and immediately he regretted wishing the flame would just go out. He was just a normal kid, some loser that no one really noticed, so why did this have to happen to him? He shuffled back as he caught sight of his opponent whom also lied upon the ground. He searched frantically about the room for a weapon of sort, but to no avail. He felt foolish for rushing in unarmed. He wanted to scream, but his voice was caught within his throat. He had always slacked at the combat training his grandfather taught him, and skipped many lessons in the past. Had he known this day would come, he wouldn't have missed not one of those blasted lessons. He stumbled forward as he scrambled to his feet, and rushed towards the flame. He had no idea what to do when he got there, but it seemed like the most suitable option at the moment. He was sure that his assailant was here to destroy the flame, and he would do his best to keep it from extinguishing. The flame seemed so far away from where he was, and he worried about reaching it on time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 7:50 pm
Thenia had been too absorbed in watching him that she didn't have time to react as he tackled her and they fell backward. She landed hard on her back and got tangled up in her cloak. A cry escaped her lips as she realized that her one fear had been realized, having to confront the keeper, she struggled violently against her cloak until she broke free, scrambling to her feet as she finally realized where he was headed. He was panicked and didn't seem prepared as he should be to defend something so obviously valuable. If she could just reach the lantern in time, then there was still a chance of her making it back through the portal without having to fight him.
Her hand brushed against the handle of the dagger secured to her belt, and thinking quickly she unsheathed it and took careful hold of it. With a flick of the wrist, she send it flying and with great luck managed to strike her target. The lantern. A few sparks flew on contact and from the force the lantern began to topple off of the pedestal. Removing her cloak, Thenia tossed it at the keeper, flying through the air like a net, in hopes that he might get tangled up within it long enough for her to get a hold of the lantern.
As she made a dash for the pedestal past the keeper, she pulled the vial free and pulled the stopper. Thenia had to be prepared to use the contents as soon as possible lest he was closer than she anticipated. Seconds later she was so close the flames lit up her now revealed pale skin in its glow, and Thenia made a desperate dive for the instrument of her father's torment reaching out as it fell and succumbed to the age old enemy gravity. To her delight she felt her fingers greet the lantern just in time and as she landed on the ground once more, taking the brief moment to look back at the keeper from beneath her disheveled bangs. She held the vial tightly in one hand, and clutched the lantern in the other, poised to combine the flame with its extinguishing foe.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:26 pm
Shiro was caught by surprise as he was covered by his assailants looming cloak, and stumbled down upon the ground with a loud thud, but with the momentum of falling forward, he regained his composure, and stumbled to his feet flinging off the shrouding cloak. He gasped as he paused suddenly seeing the demon with the lantern in hand, threatening to poor some powder like substance upon it. His eyes looked about the room frantically yet to no avail. Perhaps he could reason with the creature, but when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. He wanted to plead, to beg to the creature to reconsider her actions, but he was so fear stricken that he could barely move. His actions up till now had all be simple survival instincts, and nothing more. Shiro didn't know how to fight, nor did he care to run. He never ran from the bullies at school when he attended, instead he took the beatings until they grew tiered of him. No one spoke up when they saw him getting beaten to a pulp, they just looked on with pity. Tears formed at the young man's eyes as he stared at the demon before him, realizing he was about to lose the thing that his grandfather left behind, but he fought the urge to cry back. He never really wailed, but sometimes he just couldn't stop the tears. No emotion ever showed when he was in pain...just a few tears, and that was all. He continued to look about the room for a weapon, and that's when his eyes caught sight of it...the dagger. He rushed for the discarded weapon, and held it firmly within his hands. "I don't know where you came from demon, but I swear to you if you put that fire out...you won't be going back..." was what he wanted to say, but he simply thought it within his mind, and began to etch forward slowly, dagger in hand. His fear ridden face soon faded, and etched on a look of anger. Perhaps this was the point of when he would stand up for himself. Perhaps this was the day that things would change for him, but then again...maybe not.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:23 pm
The sight of her own blade in his hands frightened her more than when she had held it herself. She scolded herself internally for letting it out of her possession, and now he had both the motive and means to kill her. Instantly, her instincts began a conflict within. On the one hand, she knew she wasn't prepared to die here in this strange world all alone; on the other, she knew that if she ran away without completing her task her father would wind up harmed. After a split second of contrasting her options, Thenia had made up her mind.
Her father was more important to her now than her own life. As the keeper approached, Thenia got to her feet and began to walk backwards. Perhaps she could time it just right that she would extinguish the fire and pass back through the portal before the keeper could reach her. At least, that was the most logical plan at the moment. However, as she neared the spot where she had emerged from, a quick look back over her shoulder proved that the portal appeared to no longer be there.
This would be it. She would have to extinguish the flame and hope that the door had just shut and she could reopen it again. Staring at the ever approaching man, she held the lantern and vial before her once again, and without a word hastily poured the contents of the vial over the dim flames.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:44 pm
Shiro yelled out loudly as he watched the demon pour the unknown substance into the flame. From that point on everything seemed to go in slow motion. His eyes didn't leave the lantern as he rushed forward towards her, blade in hand. He had hardly noticed anything else, but the faint glow of the flame slowly die out. He then looked toward the demon, and for the first time saw the fear in her eyes as well. Her...it was a female. Why was he noticing all these things now? Perhaps you seem to notice more before you die, or at least that's what Shiro was thinking as he laid there upon the ground with the blade deeply embedded within his side. Its funny how events turn out. Today Shiro would have never thought that he would meet a demon, or that the flame would be put out, or even that he'd be lying upon the ground horribly wounded. He chuckled within his mind as he replayed the events that led to him being stabbed...it was quite foolish really. As he had rushed towards the demon, she had gripped upon his wrists trying to keep him at bay, but exactly at that moment was when he saw her eyes...she was just as frightened as he was. That very moment changed everything...he noticed her scent, and such a sweet scent it was. It was nothing like the smell of brimstone he had been told they smelt like in the churches he had been forced to go to as a child. He noticed her soft complexion, and even her silky touch upon his wrist. All of that he noticed that moment, and that was the moment of his downfall. The demon girl managed to toss him to the side only to cause Shiro to stumble over a slight ledge...he fell...and fell hard...directly onto the dagger he held tightly. He could remember rolling over onto his back, not really realizing his injury until bringing his hands up to his face to see them painted in crimson. Oddly enough he didn't panic, he simply looked at the girl, and gave a slight smile... "It's...okay...." he had uttered before falling back, and slipping deep into unconsciousness. Did he hate her? Of course he didn't hate the girl. For all he knew she had a duty as well. In a sense he was sort of relieved that his struggle was over...now all he had to do was let go...
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 9:07 pm
"This just in from star reporter Gale Rivers of channel 5 news. Starting at approximately 1PM this morning a series of Typhoons, Earthquakes, Tornadoes, Flash Floods, hit almost every major continent on the globe. Answers as to what caused such a mysterious event are being studied by the world's top scientist as we speak. Casualties rank to be the highest ever known to mankind. Religions zealots claim these freak occurrences to be part of a prophecy signifying the end of the world, while scientist are left baffled as to why such a thing would occur. Every nation, including warring countries have banned together in this time of need to help those who have survived these catastrophic events.
Hold on a second...more breaking news...it seems that we've acquired a bit of information from a meeting of top astrologist, whom have reported two new moons orbiting our planet...wait just a second...even more shocking headlines...strange creatures have been seen throughout the world...and get this...they seem to be exactly the creatures we only hear about in fairytales, or at least they fit the descriptions. Cities have been left in ruin due to the massive destruction these events have triggered, and now those whom have survived are being advised to find a place of refuge due to the hostile nature of some of the creatures. I don't know about you, but who ever is still alive and able to watch this...my prayers are with you.
Hey wait...what's that in the behind you Jim (camera man). Oh my God run!!!"
THIS PROGRAM HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY DISCONNECTED DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 3:34 pm
Thenia flinched as he neared her, tossing the lantern and the now empty bottle aside to shield herself from his attack. He was stronger than her, and by all means came very close to puncturing her flesh. However, when their eyes met, she noticed that he faltered and some of his force ebbed away. Taking her chance, Thenia used every ounce of energy she could muster and managed to push him away. With him out of the way, she made a dash for the portal's entrance. No matter how hard she pushed or searched, she could not seem to get the portal door open again. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she looked back frantically at the keeper, thinking that he would be right behind her with the dagger again ready to attack.
When she saw him lying on the floor with his blood stained hands, Thenia froze. She had never experienced death before and yet a sudden darkness seemed to fill the room that had nothing to do with the extinguished lantern. Was he dying? When he spoke her heart broke with shame at what had occurred, and she wondered why he spoke with such a soft kindness. And he had smiled at her. His eyes closed and after a moment Thenia rushed to his side not even considering that he might be tricking her. A pool of blood was beginning to form from his wound and Thenia bit her lip at the sight. All of this because of her.
But it had been her father's bidding, which she willingly would never disobey. Looking down at him she realized that he was barely older than herself. It was terrible to think that two people who were practically still children were forced to take on such weighted burdens as this. Suddenly, Thenia heard a loud thunderous boom and the house shook a little. Listening intently she could barely make out familiar sounds of creatures from her plane, and shrill screams and cries. Behind her the doorway to the portal finally flew open with enough force to break a whole in the wall. Looking back to the keeper Thenia knew what she had to do. Taking her cloak she moved him as carefully as she could on top of it and used the leverage of the material on the floor to pull his limp body up over the ledge again and towards the portal. Perhaps she would be able to find someone who could heal him once back home. More loud crashing erupted behind her and moments later she felt something ripping through the house. Fierce winds began to pick up around them, and all at once the ceiling tore from above them, revealing a dark and angry sky above. Thenia managed to make it into the portal just as the walls of the room began to crumble as well.
However, just as the portal began to close, she caught sight of the lantern. Something inside her drove her to bring it along as well and she managed to reach out and grab it before the portal closed up. The corridor was different this time, bright and airy with another door at the opposite end. Taking hold of her cloak again she pulled him along slowly until they reached the other door. Throwing it open, she backed out with him in tow, stepping onto soft grass rather than the stone floor she had expected. Looking around Thenia realized that the portal had not taken her back to her home, but into a forest of some sort, one she had never seen before. "W-where am I?" she wondered with a twinge of fear; she was not often allowed out of the area of their home as her father wished it so. Trudging onward down a nearby path, Thenia worried more and more about the keeper's health. Something would have to be done quickly or with so much blood gone...she didn't want to think about it. Then, by a great stroke of luck, Thenia heard the approach of hoof beats and turned to see a group of men clad in brilliant armor approaching, trailed by another rider driving a cart. The lead of the group came close as the others stopped a few yards back and dismounted his horse.
"We hope we have not frightened you, young one. We were following the trail you left, in hopes of finding the monster who has been poaching this forest. I fear what we have found is worse." the man bent down to examine the keeper, and Thenia took the time to take him in. He was not a demon for he had no horns, and from what she could see of his features from beneath his mail coif and helm were much softer than the majority of the demons she knew of regardless. No, he had to be one of the creatures her father would not let her see-an elf. While she knew her father had taught her to run away if she ever came into close contact with one, she felt no fear as she observed him.
"Can you help him?" Thenia finally spoke, her voice frail and hopeful. The elf looked up at her and offered a kind smile.
"I shall do my best, m'lady." He called two of the other men over to help him lift the keeper into the cart, taking the time to skillfully remove the dagger and pack the wound with a strange herb from a pouch in the cart, covering it tightly with a cloth wrap. After he was situated in the cart, the elf returned to Thenia and helped her up onto his horse before getting up behind her. "We shall bring you back with us to our city, where I know of a healer who can make him as good as new."
Thenia looked up at him and offered a smile. "Kind sir, I thank you greatly for this kindness-"
"Please, call me Eshe."
"And I am Thenia...Eshe..." His name sparked something within her, like a long forgotten memory, though she could not place the feeling. So much had happened that she didn't know what to believe anymore, and at the moment the thought of getting help and finding out exactly where they had wound up was in her mind the best option. Slowly, though she did not yet realize it, her heart was loosing its tight grip on its obedient feelings for her father.
The knights headed back up the path from which they came, and several minutes later they broke through the forest and were met by the sight of the towering wall surrounding the city about a half mile away on the other side of a field that spread out further than she could see. Thenia observed as they headed for the main gates the turrets and spindles of a castle she could just make out at the far end of the city and the lake that guarded the city from that side. "Is this the elven capitol?" Thenia questioned timidly as they approached the gates. Eshe nodded in reply, turning his head up to the guards stationed above the gate.
"Make way for the Royal Knights!" he called and moments later the large doors creaked open to allow them entry. Eshe continued onward into the city and along the main street seemingly towards the direction of the castle. As they passed the citizens in the street, they all bowed as their procession passed. Thenia was curious as to the cause of such display, but couldn't find her tongue to speak. If these were the Royal Knights, they must have great respect among the people, she reasoned. The city was larger than she had realized, taking them a good length of time before the castle was even in sight again. Thenia tried to take in everything she saw, but the sheer size of the city was too overwhelming to capture entirely from horseback. There were hours if not days that could be spent wandering the streets to see everything there was to see. Finally, the knights reached the castle and upon entering the courtyard were greeted by stable boys to take their horses, and a small group of workers who intended to put away the cart. Eshe stepped forward and informed the men of the situation, sending one away to call upon the doctor he had spoken of. The rest brought out a proper stretcher and carefully transferred Shiro on top of it, removing him from the cart and heading into the palace. Eshe returned to Thenia and helped her down off his horse. Noting the worried look in her eyes, he offered a reassuring smile. "Come, my dear, we shall follow your friend up to the room that is readied for him, and we can wait together until the doctor arrives." Then he took careful hold of her hand and led her into the castle, following behind the workers. They went up a few floors, receiving similar gestures from the servants as they had from the citizens as they passed, and finally came to rest in a comfortably sized room with elegant decoration. The workers settled Shiro onto the bed and excused themselves, leaving the three alone. Eshe moved around the room and opened the curtains, letting in the sun's bright rays that cast down over Shiro's unconscious form. Thenia took her place at the end of his bed, her eyes fixated on his face. What would he think when he awoke again, this strange creature from the other side? And for that matter, what had happened to his world after they made it into the portal?
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 11:49 am
 Although the elven capitol had not yet seen the result of Thenia's and Shiro's actions, a few had realized the disturbance in the barrier that separated the two worlds, those who were sensitive to the unseen balance-one such person being Lanryel. Deep within the castle's western wing she stirred with a strong sense of foreboding not long after the deed had been done. She knew that somehow the barrier had been shredded, and that the tears would grow deeper and wider until there was no separation at all. However, no harm seemed yet to have trespassed on the elven lands. Leaving the comforts of her bed, she settled down at her writing desk, taking a roll of parchment and quill in hand as she jotted down a letter. The letter detailed a formal request to pass beyond the safety of the kingdom to inspect the source of the disturbance.
"For fear that the enemies of the kingdom and of this plane have propagated a plan to destroy our world..." she murmured as she signed and sealed the letter. Not a moment later there came a rapping at her door. "Come in." she insisted, rising from her chair to grab the robe she left lying on her dresser the night before. A man, one of the workers of the castle, entered with haste, bowing quickly before approaching.
"Lady Lanryel, you have been summoned for a most urgent matter. There has been an accident." Lanyrel nodded and motioned for the worker to lead the way, grabbing a rather large satchel on the way out. As they made their way down, Lanryel began to feel a strange aura growing closer, one from the other side. Had she been wrong, had something made its way into the castle already? Whatever it was came from the direction of their destination, and she began preparing herself for what she believed to be inside.
Reaching the room, the worker opened the door before retreating back to his duties, and Lanryel stepped in alone. Across the room she could see Eshe, and a young woman she had not seen before sat at the end of the bed. Both looked to her as she entered, but her own eyes were fixated on the young man laying in the bed.
"Ah, Lanryel, thank you for coming so quickly-"
"How can this be..." she whispered, approaching the bed and looking down upon the young man. She was silent for a moment, many questions running through her head though only one escaped as she finally looked back up at Eshe. "Where is the injury"
"There on his side." Eshe replied, moving over to stand next to her. As Lanryel moved the covers and began to cut his shirt to get a better look, Eshe bent down and whispered in her ear. "Do you know where he comes from?"
"Yes, your majesty, he is a Hume who should not even be here!" she replied in hushed tones, glancing up at Eshe.
"Please Lanryel, there is no need to call me 'your majesty'-"
"None of that now, your majesty, I am much too flustered to play games." Examining his wound, she frowned at how deep it was. Turning to the girl, she asked, "Do you know how this happened?" Instantly, the girl's face gave her away as she turned her gaze away. Lanryel shook her head. "It is not my place to judge you, or to ask you questions. I can assume, however, that since you have brought him here that you do not want to see him perish." The girl nodded, and Lanryel smiled. "Do not worry child, the boy will be fine once I am through with him." Taking in the sight of the girl for a moment, she noticed two things. The first of course that she had some demon in her, and although there was a brittle peace between the elves and demons, she was unsure at the moment if the girl could be trusted. The second and more alarming was that she resembled, at least in part, someone she knew. Though who it was exactly she didn't know, but the familiarity of her face was astounding.
Opening her satchel, she removed a few tools and a vial of green powder. Carefully she removed the bandage Eshe had applied and wiped away the herb. Uncorking the vial, she poured the powder directly into the wound, a slight sizzling sound resulting as in combined with his blood. Then the first tool she grabbed resembled a pair of tongs, which she used to clamp his skin shut. Taking a special needle and some fine yet strong thread and combined the two and carefully began to stitch up his wound. All of it seemed to happen so fast with her skilled hands moving effortlessly around his wound until the skin was closed up and she removed the clamp. Taking out a new bandage, Eshe helped lift him slightly as she wrapped him up securely and replaced his covers.
"That should do it." she finally said, standing and repacking her bag, letting out a sigh. "He will need to remain in bed for at least a few days. Will that be alright?" Lanryel directed the last question at Eshe, who nodded.
"You both may remain as long as need be, as guests of the castle." he replied, turning to Thenia. "I must retire, but you shall certainly find me again m'lady, if you only but call." With a slight bow, he turned and left the room, followed closely by Lanryel after assuring the girl that she would return in a few hours with some medicine to help the process along. Walking a step behind him, Lanryel toyed with the scroll she had carried with her from her room.
"Your majesty, I must ask of you a favor." she finally said, and Eshe turned to her with a smile.
"Eshe, Lanryel, or I won't hear a word." he toyed.
"E-Eshe..." she said, forcing the name with great effort, handing over the scroll. As he opened and read the contents, she looked him over and spoke again. "You know if you keep leaving the castle like that, you may be mistaken for some common knight. I wish you would be more careful..." Eshe chuckled.
"I am sorry to worry you, Lanryel. Your concern does not fall on deaf ears...or a blind heart." He embraced her in a hug, before letting go and looking down at her now flushed face. "Do not leave yet, but instead wait until the young man is back to health. These two hold a greater story than may appear, and I fear that they may have been the cause of the rift. And besides, it may do you some good to hear from another from the Hume world of which you came from many years ago."
"As you wish it, Eshe..." she replied quietly, waiting until Eshe had left before turning back in the direction of her room to prepare medicine for the boy. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her and she found herself headed back for his room. Whoever that girl was, her identity was nagging at her curiosity. There was something very familiar about her indeed. Entering the room slowly, she took a few steps in and cautiously spoke to the girl who was fixated on the young man. "Would you like to join me, and see what it is you will be helping me give him?" The girl turned and nodded quickly getting to her feet. Lanryel smiled and led the girl out of the room. Perhaps a little time alone with her would prove fruitful in discovering who she was, or at least who she reminded her of...
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:00 pm
Shiro stirred slightly at first, trying to cling onto whatever subtle dream he was having, but as if all of a sudden, he shot up gasping for air, his eyes springing wide open. He frantically looked about his now unfamiliar surroundings, and attempted to turn to, only to feel a sharp twinge of pain writhe throughout his abdomen...that's when it hit him, all of the events that had recently occurred suddenly rushed back to him, and he became all the more panicked. This was horribly wrong...Many questions streamed through his head as he weakly forced himself from the bed, using the wall as stability. He had to get back to the flame. He had to warn the world about what had occurred. He had to do so much in such little time... He guided himself wearily down the hallway, his vision somewhat blurring in and out of focus. He must have lost a lot of blood. Before turning the corner he paused hearing unfamiliar voices, and decided it best to find another route out of this strange place. He turned about slightly, only to find himself peering at the same demon that had assaulted him earlier coming down the hallway. He gritted his teeth angrily as he stepped forward. It was because of her that he had failed his task, but mainly it was because of her that he had let down his grandfather. "You..." he uttered angrily as he shuffled forward towards her with his face filled with anger. His wound was beginning to bleed through his bandages, but he didn't care. He wanted answers as to why she had to destroy everything. He was so consumed in his anger that he hadn't noticed that his long black hair had began to whiten at the tips, and that his emerald green eyes were rimmed with red. Of course these changes didn't happen all at that moment, but primarily over the time he had been unconscious. "It was because of you..." he said as he finally approached her, one hand upon the wall, the other cupping his torso. His pain had elevated immensely to the point where he had broken into a sweat. "You destroyed everything...everything," he said as his eyes brimmed with tears..."and you had the audacity to keep me alive..." he ended with surprisingly. He had no reason really to keep living now...and yet here he was...that was why he was truly angry.
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