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PostPosted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:39 pm


Of course you know the tale of how our world came to be, and perhaps you think this plot takes place in the aftermath of such a horrible bloodstained history. No my friend, for there you would be mistaken. I shall tell you a story of when the keepers of the magic were almost wiped from the planet as we know it. I shall tell you of a time when war, and chaos were common placed amongst the land's of Gi, and those who ruled the land were those of power, and those who hungered for more of it...These very people were called warlords, kings, queens, whatever it be, they were ruthless murderers that sought nothing more than power. Some of those men, and women were content with the rule of a certain territory, or the gaining of a certain artifact, but others still wanted more...I shall tell you of the 100 year war that had many men and women's blood spilt only to deem the Crimson Plains they're name. I shall tell you of the Battle of the Lost Blades between the four mighty kingdoms, Peristal, Jaroah, Damasses, and Kiracus Minor. So no my friend...this story does not take place after such a horrific history...but during it...So no, this is not a story of friendship, but more like a story...of tragedy.

- Character sheet
- Rules
- Factions of Power
- Terrain and climates
- Towns and cities
PostPosted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:48 pm


NON-KOM Character Sheet

Name: (Character name)
Age: (Please be reasonable...if your 300, but only look 12, give me a valid reason for it...)
Race: (Read the races forum)
Ability: (Only applicable if your not a KOM. Example: Crystalia; Fire)
Weapons: (Be creative)
Personality: Two words, that all I ask for. (Example: Smooth; Sleek)
Brief Bio: (When I said brief I mean brief...we'll get to know your character in the roleplay.)


Before you even begin filling out a character sheet, know that this is an extremely literate roleplay that will go on for a timespan of a few months...maybe more.

KOM Character Sheet

Name: (Character name)
Age: (Be reasonable)
Race: (Race forum)
Magic: (only for KOM's)
Weapons: (Be creative)
Personality: (Two words)
Brief Bio: (Brief)

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:03 pm


Here are the rules for all to follow.

Rule #1: I alone will, as my good friend would say it irl god-mod, and will appoint others to help push the plotline along when the roleplay becomes larger.

Rule #2: Okay...detail, detail, detail. Remember to be very detailed with your post, but keep in mind that too much detail will kill it. Be moderate.

Rule #3: PG-13 people. Indeed romance is the seed in which new life buds, but lets keep how the process works to ourselves. Of course those who know what i'm talking about will do so, and if you don't...go ask your mother.

Rule #4: You can't kill another player without first...they're say so...and second, my okay. I may need them for the plot or something.

Rule #5: Stay proactive. I know I haven't been around for awhile, but thats the problem with being in the military. Even if I have to go away for a little while to fight Uncle Sam's wars...it doesn't mean everyone has to stop. Break off into some sub-plots if the main event is on hault.

Rule #6: Post all profiles to me. Note that above I said that all profile bio's should be brief...well don't make it so brief that I have no idea of who you are...just give a little something for us to jog on.

Rule #7: No one is going to bring you into the roleplay, you have to pick some conventional way to do so...we're all adults here, or at least I like to think we are. We need no one to hold our hands so stop whining and get in the game slugger.

Rule #8: There will be times when you (the roleplayer) may have issues in life, and have to stay off the roleplay for awhile. Do not be angry if we, A: take control of the character, or B: Kill em off. This is all forewarned.
 
PostPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:19 pm


Factions of Power


- The Dark Hand: A band of ruthless assassins hired by those who pay the highest. This band was known for his mercilessness, and for its ties around most of the Nobility about Yaroh and Peristal. Like most factions, those within the group are branded with their mark. Its only true rival in power would be The White Wings.

- The White Wings: Clergy men they like to call themselves. They work for a higher purpose...or so they say. Many corrupt magic users associate themselves with this group. Strong in power, these crazed people believe that in obtaining power, they too have the right to purge the world of corruption...they view opposition to their gods Gabriel, and Gia corrupt, and will simply erase those who fail to sympathize through their own eyes. Not all members are corrupt though. There are those born into the White Wings with a different point of view.

- The Silver Fang: This faction is by far one of the smallest of all factions. The Silver Fang was orginally just a small group of mercenaries, outcasts of society. The orginator believe or not is none other than the famous Karu Hitoshi. Not even aware that he had started a revolution by accepting those shunned by society into his home, the faction grew, and spread throughout the land as their legends grew.

- Shinagami Tensi: Not much is known of this faction...they are a ruthless group that even The White Wings, and The Dark Hand fear. Though few in number they are widely known for their goal in bringing back the dark god Salem, and opening a rift to the demon's plane so that the demons may come into their world and destroy those unworthy of their god's praise.

- Le Jongleur: An inclusive group comprised of everything from artists to illusionists to mercenaries, the Jongleur are the closest thing to a neutral party as Gi has ever known. The diversity of skills and trades within the faction makes them an ideal intelligence network, as they can infiltrate nearly every facet of society. They are by no means perfect, and can be self-serving at times--but for the most part, their goal seems to be some form of balance, if not peace.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:33 pm


Okay folks, this here is a description of the climate, and the towns. Two in one baby...thats how it should be!

Peristal: Known as the trade capital of world. Fishing and blacksmithing is a major market here. It gets most of its funds from trading fish, wheat, and iron, with many other trade towns. It is the human capital of the world.

Yaroh: Yaroh is the second to that of Peristal. Although it is a province under the control of Peristal it is also a melting pot of diversity amongst races. The town excels in its academies for learning or various combat skills.

Jaroah: Jaroah is the beastile capital of the world. Not much is known for the city or its people...only that they excel in trading, and refining ore, and crystalia.

Evengale: Elven capital of the world. They excel in magic, and year round an envoy of 4 from each kingdom are accepted to their academy to hone their skills in elite magic.

An explanation of the races are in the main forum...check it out...be very patient in reading. The story here...begins in Yaroh...melting pot of races...and now...we will begin this sad tragic tale.
PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:37 pm


CHARACTER LIST

(please pm LadyMnemosyne your characters to be added to the list)


Name: Karu Hitoshi
Age: 18
Race: Trans-beastile
Magic: Light
Weapons: A katana called "Wolf's Bane."
Personality: Cold, yet Kind
Brief Bio: The product of a very horrible past, Karu came up from the bowels of society, and quickly made a name for himself at the young age of 15 for being top assassin throughout the land. He later founded the group known as the Silver Fang, unknowingly. To this day Karu struggles to earn a living in the small town of Yaroh...the place where legends are born...and the place where they die.
Appearance: Pic in main forum


Name: Wilhelmina Vigoth
Age: 28
Race: human
Magic: lightning
Weapons: Wilhelmina uses two main weapons. Her first is a repeating crossbow that she has modified to be able to shoot a projectile up to 500 feet, conditions permitting. She will either use plain or poison-tipped projectiles. Her second is a war hammer with a large head and a spike on each end of the head. The handle of the war hammer can change lengths when she needs it to, and Wilhelmina often uses it as a walking stick.
Personality: vigilant, insightful
Brief Bio: Wilhelmina was practically raised on the battlefield. Both her mother and father were trained warriors, so it was no doubt that they would raise their child to fight. Ever since she could wield a weapon, Wilhemina has been fighting and has become a warrior worthy of her family's name. Gaining the reputation of having defeated 200 foes single handedly throughout the course of her adventures, her very name has begun to strike fear in her opponents. Despite all of this, Wilhelmina is not perfect; she has a disease very similar to tuberculosis and has her limits on how long she can exert her energy. It was expected that she would die at age 10; it has been 18 years since then.


Name: Lilium Braegyn
Age: 98 (equivalent to a human of 29)
Race: elven
Magic: Earth
Weapons: Lilium uses twin scythe blades as her main weapon; they are attached by enchanted chain to her specially made gauntlets, that allow the chain to grow in length, increasing her fighting range up to fifty feet. The blades themselves are very strong and durable, having been passed down through her family for generations. The right blade, Castor, is silver etched with blue markings along its side. The Left, Pollux, is gold with similar red etchings. Her hidden weapon is basically attributed to a black hole located where her mouth should be, with which she sucks in the souls of her victims to temporarily gain extra strength.
Personality: hollow; indomitable
Brief Bio: Lilium was the first female to be born into her family that showed any promise of becoming a great fighter. With a history running back hundreds of years of mercenaries and assassins, she had a lot to live up to. When she was only three, she broke into the sacred vault of the family shrine and became possessed by an ancient sealed demon. She was quickly taught to control the demon's power by her teacher, an aged man who originally sealed it away. Her master sent her off into the world after 80 years of training, when he believed she was completely ready, after which she soon met Wilhelmina.
Appearance:to be added...


Name: Regan Lancaster
Age: 36
Race: Human
Ability: N/A
Weapons: An over sized wolf/dog mutt named Hector that, for some reason, is fiercely loyal to the chilly doctor. Regan also has a variety of self-fashioned medical instruments, many bladed, though he would be loathe to use them for any reason other than research or treatment of a patient.
Personality: Intelligent and logical.
Brief Bio: Regan's extended past is a bit of a mystery, mostly because he rarely finds reason to talk about it. He abstains from magic and religion utterly, going so far as to publicly discuss his hatred of both practices. Instead of waving his hands or praying to some impartial "god," he spends his days learning about the human [or inhuman, he isn't particularly picky] body. Some see him as a miracle worker, as he employs both logical and biting intelligence in his everyday practice to cure diseases and mend wounds through means that most would consider impossible. However, he has also been pictured as a villain, not only an arrogant jerk but also a murderer. Speculations about deaths that occur near him have been heaped with wild rumors, though he maintains that he is an impartial man of science, and he is only associated with death because he works so closely with it.

Name: Rian
Age: 216(looks around 16)
Race: demon
Ability: shape shifter
Weapons: Wooden staff, looks like an ordinary long limb of a tree but it is thought to have came from a very tree in Aticlon that the black lotus fell from. It holds hidden powers even to the user.
Personality: Blunt and rude, but incredibly clingy; in need of interaction.
Brief Bio: Rian knows a few tricks such as voice manipulation and such. She learned the skill from her father, whom ate her mother after she was born. Geesh thats family values.

Name: Chizome Dakatsu
Age: 19
Race: Transbeastile/Serpent
Ability: Blood-based magicks and typical Transbeastile transformation. Due to her mixed heritage and years of experimentation, Chizome has several strains of extremely unusual magic. Some she uses on an almost daily basis, some she has used only once, and a few she has yet to tap.
Weapons: Chizome utilizes the whip for most of her needs, though she uses a dagger and talwar for close combat; if these are not an option, she is very good at using her own body as a weapon. Her great khopesh is reserved for tribal wars only.
Personality: Naive, Unpredictable
Brief Bio: Chizome grew up in a tribe of Beastiles called Nagas that made their home in the subterraneas near a lake not far from Jaraoh. She and her twin brother, Karasuhebi, were the product of a lab-experimented Serpent Beastile and a human, and were further experimented on as children.

When Chizome was fifteen, her clan was the target of a genocide, led by a clan of Beastile Eagles, called the Garudas. The war between the two clans came to an abrupt and bloody halt, and Chizome was supposedly the sole survivor. Chizome became a mercenary in order to become stronger and have her revenge someday. Her occupation crosses over into assassin at times, as she kills both for the government and for private clients.

Gaia name: Hemata Lux'atrlum
Name: Atameh
Nickname: N/A
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Half High Elf and Half Dark Elf
Occupation: Priestess of Gia
KoM: Holy
Magic: N/A
Weapon: Long Silver Staff with house’s seal on the tips but otherwise void of decorations.
Background: Apart from showing magic abilities at a young age and being accepted as a Priestess of Gia, Atameh has lived a short life span. She was often teased by other elves for her natural wisdom and keen eye at such a young age. Many say she has an old soul but others say she is unnatural and most just avoid her because of her mixed heritage.
She was orphaned at her birth as her only living relative, her mother, died giving birth to her. Many have tried to take claims on her estate and all have either been discovered as fakes or turned away with the door in their face. She lives her life a shadow of what she thinks it could have been and is often seen at the tomb of her family, paying respects to her dead parents. Otherwise she is seen wandering to and from the temple-
She mostly keeps to herself but if she were to stumble into a situation in which there was wrong being done, she would find herself quickly in the middle of the fray.
Appearance: Atameh


Name: Shikigami Ren
Age: 20 yrs.
Race: Demon
Magic: Metal
Weapons: He has a chakaram that's really his halo, and will take any
piece of metal and alter it to a projectile type weapon if he can't use his chakaram.
Personality: Timid, Curious
Brief Bio: Ren is a run away demon from his clan of like demons who are professional killers and flesh eaters. He rejects all flesh and ways of his kind other than fighting and metal altering skills. He soon left his clan and stole the treasure of his clan, the Charm of concealing, and escaped to the human plane, where he was most interested in learning. With the charm he is able to hide his demonic aura and features to walk around human freely minus his clothing and weapon being unchanged.


Name: Silver Accolon
Age: 22
Race: Human
Magic: Water
Weapons: Silver carries no weapons with him, preferring the theory that those who go looking for trouble will find it, and those who don't will avoid it. Besides, who needs weapons when you have magic?
Personality: Tranquil, analytic.
Brief Bio: Silver is and has been blind for most of his life. He was blinded when his home caught fire and the roof fell in on him. He managed to get out, but to this day has extreme claustrophobia as well as a fear of fire. Because of his blindness, Silver always walks with a long, staff like cane to help him over rough ground. He also always wears a cloth of some sort tied across his eyes to hide the scarring.


Name: Daniyebb Amabile
Age: 10
Race: angel
Ability: clairvoyant
Weapons: Daniyebb uses a sword that is as long as she is tall. It was forged for her by dwarves from a special metal that has the ability to change shape at her will. In it's standard state, the blade shares similar characteristics of a large claymore though she can wield the typically two handed sword with only one with apparent ease.
Personality: timid, astute
Brief Bio: Originally, Daniyebb's mission was to act as an advisor to a governor of one of the many elven provinces. However, when she reached the province, she found that it had been attacked by General Ticus and his army and the elven ruler was dead. Daniyebb was taken prisoner, and has been kept at Emperor M's palace ever since, forced to use her powers to help aid General Ticus in the war.
Appearance: Daniyebb


Gaia name: Gear-Richie
Name: Richard Wright
Nickname: Gear
Age: 21.
Gender:Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Weapon smith/Inventor
KoM: No.
Magic: None.
Weapons, and gear: Primary weapon is an unnamed sword. He's also good with a bow-and-arrow set, staff, and bola. Spent some time with unarmed combat training as well. Richard is well known for all the odd objects he keeps on his person, not all for combat.
Acid Pellets: Pellets that contain acid capable of (albeit slowly) chewing through stone.
Belt: Contains pouches to keep equipment. What doesn't fit there goes in his backpack.
Crete: Quick-setting substance that traps its targets in stone.
Grapple Gun: Spring-loaded for firing, the grapple gun can hook around objects, or cut into them and brace, using the diamond-tipped blade at the end of the firing line and the one-way unfolding flaps just beneath.
Lock pick: Used for picking locks. The odd design prevents them from being used by anyone other than him. It also comes equipped with a few small bottles of oil for those loud, rusty hinges.
Parachute: For softening those otherwise painful landings.
Periscope: Angular piece of metal, couple mirrors, a couple lenses, and viola! A periscope that can also zoom like a telescope.
Smoke Bombs: Using combinations of certain chemicals, these bombs release a thick smoke, great for covering up escapes or making combat situations more difficult.
Background: Where magic has eluded him his whole life, Richard makes up for it with an inventive imagination and resourceful skill. He opened up his weapons shop at an early age, but quickly earned the nickname "Gear" due to the oddities (though they rarely sold) he had up for sale in his shop. Aside from the typical swords, shields, lances, and other weapons, Gear always took pride in grappling hooks, glass cutters, lockpicks, and other odd devices. He wasn't a thief, nor had he ever stole anything in his life, but always loved the idea of infiltrating an enemy base or something to that effect. And so went the daydreams of the under-stimulated 21 year old. Personality-wise, he tends to be a little bit too serious, always taking responsibility when things go wrong, always trying to fix them, and always scolding people who make light of serious situations. Early in his youth, in an accident with an early prototype of the acid pellets, Richard scarred his eyes, and as a result wears a special visor that increases his night vision range slightly.
Appearance: (In character forum)

Name: Engel "Kurt" Niemann
Age: 33
Race: half-angel, half-human
Ability: healing, flight
Weapons: Heckler, for self-defence
Personality: sweet, soft-spoken.
Brief Bio: Engel hates his first name, so he goes by "Kurt." Thanks to his half-breed statu, he has hollow bones and is a hemophiliac, but tries to keep it a secret, since he wants to be seen as anything other than weak. He loves life in all its forms, especially insects and arachnids, and he'll get extremely upset if you kill a bug in his presence. Romantically, he's very tangled up, since he's indecisive when it comes to preference (he refers to his orientation as "stray.") Part of this might be because he's lost someone very dear.
Appearance: http://www.gaiaonline.com/gaia/redirect.php?r=http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y238/faustian_angel7/Faust_VIII_by_garnetka-1.jpg

Name: Marcus Arakai
Age: 30
Race: Transbeastile
Ability: Metamorphosis:
With any physical contact with an inanimate object, Marcus has the choice of changing it's structure and physical appearance completely. From changing it into a helpful item, or simply a weapon, the ability is still in minor stages, only able to manipulate items with enough matter to do what he wants.
Occupation: Librarian
Weapons: Weapons? For a librarian?
Personality: Humane, yet cautious
Brief Bio: Books. Marcus has been living with books for more than half his life. A professional bibliophile, Marcus has raised a library to feed his obsession, and also to gain a trust with the locals, while still trying to contain his unique ability and his heritage. His father? Who knows? Marcus could have passed him on the street multiple times perhaps. His mother? Who cares? He was simply left at an inn where he was brought to an orphanage at the young age of two.

He has been successful with hiding his beastile form, taking the form of a wary Weasel at night, With a strange, colorful coat of fur and a sharp set of teeth and claws. Throughout his years researching both his abnormalities, he has yet been able to discover reasonable explanations. But it has not stopped him from his acts of kindness to the townsfolk.


Name: Virgil
Age: Unknown (appears to be around the human age of 25). Claims to have been a minister of Salem since the beginning.
Race: Demon
Magic: Dark and Blood
Weapons: A longsword made of both dark and blood magics. The blade's strength and endurance grows with each life it takes.
Personality: Insane, yet caring.
Brief Bio: A general of the Dark Hand obsessed with the dark lord Salem, Virgil holds onto a secret that could very well get him removed from his faction -- his only pupil, Coda, is one of the last remaining Arc Knights to walk the lands. Unknown to even himself, Virgil's friendly love for Coda greatly exceeds his seemingly romantic love for Salem.

Name: Coda
Age: 18
Race: Hedon
Magic: Light and Dark (Arc Knight magic)
Weapons: A giant broadsword wrapped in white cloth in order to make it blunt; Coda has acute hemophobia (fear of blood).
Personality: Quiet and loving.
Brief Bio: As a young boy, Coda was forced to watch his family get killed by a group of Covenant vampires. Before the vampires could get to him, however, his now-mentor Virgil killed them off and took him under his wing out of sympathy. The two currently wander the earth together, acting as both recruiters and stormtroopers. Though reluctant to express it, Coda deeply cares for and loves his master.


Name: Kyria Jhyrydaer
Age: 100
Race: Elven
Weapons: sais
Magic: Arcane, spellsong, Ether, and Summoning.
Brief Bio: Her origins are baffling to this day. Originally, she was found within the wooded Forest of Lost Souls with her twin sister as an infant, by the King of the elves. They were taken in from that day forth and raised by a foster family full of boys. However, the sisters were separated not long after, and grew up not knowing about one another until they were much older. Her sister had become gifted with the powers of a seer, and Kyria with unimaginable magical ability thanks to training with the best the kingdom had to offer. With her abilities, Kyria was able to join the ranks of the elven armies, and quickly ascended in rank and stature, becoming the first female general within the armies.
Appearance:Kyria

Name: Jaden Kione
Age: 21
Race: Beastile / wolf
Ability: super reflexs and speed
Weapons: A silver double tipped spear, that can contract into a small silver cylinder.
Personality: Loyal,kind
Brief Bio: After living an average life , Jaden Kione, a wolf beastile decided to head out and see the world. His adventures weren't grand so to speak, but they helped put hair on his chest, more hair on his chest. One of these adventures he was traveling alone when a wizard was set upon by beast, seeing as the wizard was alone, he fought of the beast with only a shard of life left. Seeing as the wizard owed Jaden his life, the wizarded gifted him with super speed and reflexs,he healed him and set him back on his journey.
Appearance: http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee290/fallen2k3/werewolf.jpg

Name: Neryite "Nery" Violette
Age: Seventeen
Race: Trans-beastile (panther)
Ability: Spellsinger
Weapons: She carries the Waterlute. It is a fabled weapon that allows her to control magic with her powers. It is quite dangerous if not handled properly, and if she is in a bad mood.
Personality: Extroverted, Emotional
Brief Bio: A true performer at heart, Nery is in love with her art. She began at a young age and knows no other way of life. She was cast away from her family when the discovered her mother had been promiscuous and that Nery was trans-beastile. With her gift of spellsong and her mythical lute, Nery made her own way into the world. Travelling almost constantly, she had many interesting songs and stories to tell to those willing to listen.

Name: Maximillian, also Eril.
Sex: Male
Age: Looks to be in mid-teens, human-wise.
Race: Won't say.
Occupation: Priest?
Ability: Mana-shadow; Alchemy
Weapons: Katan; Body.
Personality: Perceptive; Aloof, for the most part.
Brief Bio: Skilled with his blade and somewhat daunting with his magical talents, he doesn't mind taking on mercenary jobs to get by. Of course, the money and jobs help him to travel and seek new things to learn and master. By his dark clothing, he is sometimes mistaken as a priest, thanks to his silver cross hanging around his neck. As long as it helps him to achieve his goals he doesn't mind playing the part. Whatever is necessary.

Name: Ilona
Age: 17
Race: Trans-beastile
Ability: Spellsongs
Weapons: A japanese folding fan encased in blades
Personality: Sweet but untrusting
Brief Bio: Child of a human mother and beastile father. Lived on the move for most of her life. When her mother died, her father went into a hopeless, miserable depression. Having had enough, she left home. Hasn't seen him since.
 

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:02 pm


The days have grown shorter, and the leaves on the trees have been set ablaze with a variety of colors. Fall...the herald of the harsh cold winter that seemed to follow in its wake. To most this time of year was a time of fond memories, and laughter. Theatrics blossomed most at this time of year as well as the fall feastival. These days were all filled with delight for many, except for one man. In his younger years, the cold only signified a harsh reality in which he had to struggle in. To him...the cold only made the blood seep slower down his blade.

His short silver-like hair glistened in the sun's light as it began its long journey into night. The air held the scent of pot roast, and sweets of all nature. Hot chocolate, and marshmallows, sugar coated peeps, and gumdrops. He resented days like this the most. He walked down the cold stone clad streets with his hands shoved within his pockets, his odd golden eyes glassy, and eyelids half shut sheltering his eyes from the cold sting of the fall wind. His blade still in its sheath, its wolf like handle appeared a bit frosted from the night before.

He walked towards the place of which he called home, the Black Lotus Tavern. Upon entering he was greeted with a sickening silence. He always hated drawing attention to himself, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped. He associated himself with his usual spot at the bar, and listened the whispering patrons, hoping to get a bit of info on what was happening in the world today.
PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:37 pm


There was nothing she would not give at the moment for a hot meal and an actual bed. Her last engagement had been far more work than it had been worth, and she was suffering because of it. Passing through the streets of a city unfamiliar to her, the smells and sounds attacked her all at once as though to taunt her. To have a home to go back to after a long day's adventure had long passed from her possesion.

Slowly, her limbs seemed to grow heavier and heavier. She began leaning on the staff of her weapon more and more, almost doubled over as she passed by inviting windows and doors. For whom they were beckoning to, she did not know, but it was not for her. The lids of her eyes were on the brink of shutting and remaining as such, as though she was fighting against heavy weights to keep them open. Just when she thought she could not move any further a firm hand grabbed her by the arm and helped her back into an upright position.

Looking over, she smiled at her companion, who nodded briefly in reply. With relief, she saw the Black Lotus Tavern right ahead and hurried inside with the last of her strength. Her companion led her over to an empty table and sat her down in a chair. Almost instantly she slumped over onto the table top, letting alll of the pain in her body take control as she stopped fighting against it. Her companion walked off to find the barkeep and some stiff ale that would perk her up once again.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 11:04 pm


Karu's brow arched curiously as he watched the new patrons enter the tavern. Warriors he presumed being that they carried weapons of that sort. He quickly lifted his hood concealing his identity. Trouble was the last thing he wanted, for all he knew they could be bounty hunters, trying to collect on his bounty, but of course like many who tried, they too will fail miserably meeting their unfortunate demise...that is if they were what he thought they were, but it was hard to not carry a weapon around especially in these days with the war coming about, and all. The battle between the humans, and the beastiles, have reeked havoc throughout the continent, destroying not only that of trade, but also making somewhat hard to travel about. Poverty had become common placed amongst towns, and villages.

He shrugged as the bartender brought him something hot, and steamy...he assumed it was cider by the sweet yet bitter smell it gave off. The bartender, a young lady named Angie. Back in her day she used to also be an assassin. Actually she used to be part of Karu's group until she decided to settle down, and open a tavern of her own, of course with Karu's help on paying the taxes, and bills. The Black Widow, is what they used to call her...was dead accurate with throwing daggers. Her newly wed husband Guts, a man of towering muscle, and strength, was off with Karu's brother Heshiro to fetch a new shipment of supplies for the tavern., but had been held up by the war.

Karu just smiled as he looked up at Angie thanking her with a nod, and sipped the cider slowly. It was sweet, and exactly to his liking. Usually a warm cup of saki did the trick, but today for some odd reason...he favored cider. He got whatever he wanted to eat or drink for free there, and also the best room in the house...which was the one hidden in the back. He turned his attention back to the two patrons who had just entered, and watched them from his little corner of the tavern.
PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 4:06 pm


There was something about death and disease that stuck to a man once tainted, never coming out after thousands of baths. Even though he had changed into a new off-white tunic for his trip into town, despite the clean brown trousers that hung awkwardly off his bony hips, Regan Lancaster still reeked of despair. As he walked down the street, long fingers twisted around the leather cord that held fast a monstrous wolf-dog, people turned to stare not at the creature prowling at his side, but at the man himself. It was strange, really, as Regan wasn't exactly the most statuesque of men. Neither tall nor short, he stood at a height that was decidedly average, meaning that he often had only to look straight across in order to make eye contact with another, though there were times when his neck got a workout. However, it was really his build that set him apart. It was no wonder that he depended on the wolf-dog's strength, as he really had none of his own. Years of obsessing over the human body in function had caused him to ignore his own, simply casting aside physical activity for the enriching practice of research and study. He looked much like a page out of one of the many books he both read and wrote, sallow skin stretched taut over a disjointed skeleton, just barely trying to make ends meet. There was a time when Regan could have been quite handsome, had he only kept up appearances. Now, sadly, he was starting to show the marks of age, wrinkles around his thin mouth and across his flat forehead, the exaggeration of his almost hook-like nose. Yet despite the fact that his appearance was far from intimidating, there was something about the glitter in his hazel eyes or the way he twisted his nimble, thin fingers that caused any observing person to immediately listen to him. Funny, that.

In his free left hand, Regan held tightly a rucksack that was full to nearly bursting. What its contents were, it was difficult to ascertain simply by looking. However, by the way his left shoulder slumped slightly, one could surmise that it was relatively heavy, at least more strenuous to carry than it was to keep control of the wolf-dog. Besides his reputation for genius and sickly powerful presence, Regan was also known for Hector, his "bodyguard" of sorts. Five years before, the medicinal healer had treated a young woman with a terrible fever. When he asked for payment, the sheep herders instead gave him a puppy from their sheep dog's newest litter. Though he insisted that a dog was insufficient pay for his painstaking care of the woman's health, he got nowhere, and eventually settled with the wretched little pup. Well. Wretched pup. Hector was far from what you could call "little." Now five years old, his back could easily brush against Regan's hip when they walked side by side, and on those many occasions he reared up to stand on his back paws and lap at a human's face, he could affectionately headbutt his master's forehead with ease. Hector was the kind of dog that had no idea he was a giant, and in many ways, still thought he was a pup of eight months. With a rather long snout covered in rusted brown grizzle, he looked almost like a monster in a way. His long teeth were slightly yellowed yet no less powerful, though they were always covered by his gums save for the times he barked in attempts to gain more attention. Despite being large, he was relatively sleek, more muscle than fat and powerfully built with large paws and a straight tail that was almost constantly waggling in joy. Though Regan found him to be a worthless nuisance most of the time, the creature's loyalty to the doctor was unfathomable by any human, so absolute in nature that it was almost scary. At least he had a powerful friend.

Though the pair were on their way back to Regan's home which was, at the moment, filled with eight ill people and their fretting loved ones, Regan slowed to a stop as the Black Lotus Tavern loomed nearby. He made infrequent trips into town, usually only once a month or so if he could help it. However, the tavern was a great place to catch a mug of tea before going back to work, and Hector's popularity with the giddy barmaids meant that he could take at least a short break from his own life and requirements, no matter how artificial the break may have been. Glancing down at the top of Hector's head, he only needed to stare for a second before the dog looked up in response, narrow ears crooked and brown eyes blank. Though Regan didn't necessarily believe that animals could ever possess the intelligence of humans, he did believe that Hector was the dumbest of beasts. That blank stare, happy-go-lucky waggle of his tail, he couldn't be any more than a beast that responded by instinct and some drive to love. After the two shared a look, Regan shook his head lightly, looking away in mild disgust as he started towards the tavern.

The door was flung open with a slight mutter of frustration as Regan felt Hector squeeze between the door and his leg to bound inside, jerked back slightly by the lead around his neck. A few patrons looked up idly to see who had come in, and upon seeing it to be the reclusive doctor that lived on the outskirts of the town, went back to their quiet business. The only person that seemed to respond to Regan's appearance was Angie, the ex-assassin, who grinned in merry delight and looked down at the enthusiastic wolf-dog, who was wagging his tail in sheer joy at the sight of all the patrons. "Hector!" She squealed in the baby-voice that so many women used for children and lesser animals, leaning slightly over the bar and reaching a hand out towards the creature. Hector nearly jumped out of his skin in excitement, scrambling forward with his ears erect and tail slicing through the air repeatedly. While this was all cute for the onlookers, Regan found himself being half-dragged behind the powerful beast, stumbling awkwardly while trying his best not to lose his grip on both the lead and the heavy bag at his side. Finally, the wolf-dog reached the bar and began enthusiastically licking the barmaid's fingers, causing her to giggle in delight before glancing up at the owner. "Well look who's here. It's been a while, Regan, how are you?"

Upon reaching the bar, Regan had delicately set his rucksack down, using a foot to keep it protected against the counter as he heaved a breath of frustration, reaching a thin hand up to tousle his already messy strawberry blonde hair, raking a few strands out of his eyes before glancing to the young woman with a taught half-smile that he always wore when engaging in niceties with people he otherwise didn't know. "Busy." He replied shortly, still gripping Hector's lead as he let his gaze quickly scan the tavern out of habit. He was the sort that liked to be aware of things, never wished to be caught off guard. So, he took a very brief stock of the patrons, noticing in particular two armed women and a silver-haired young man who crouched in the back corner. All three seemed suspicious, causing him to scoff quietly to himself and look back to Angie. "There seems to be an illness that's spreading quickly, I would advise you to refrain from interacting with anybody who has scarlet cheeks and an unnaturally pink tongue." As he spoke, he pulled out a stool and sat down, still holding Hector's lead tightly while the wolf-dog happily showered affection on Angie's hand.

With a slight frown, the young woman nodded. "Have you been able to help them?" There was a tone of severity in her voice, foreboding danger as if this one man could predict any number of events that would cause the universe as she knew it to spiral out of control.

Nodding wearily, Regan gestured with his free hand towards the teapot sitting behind the bar, knowing that his regular drink wouldn't be difficult in the least for Angie to think of. "Yes, I actually came into town to buy some bread. There is a particular mold that I have used countless times in my practice in order to control outbreaks such as this, though I am in short supply due to the overwhelming demand. If I leave a loaf out, overnight, I should amass a handsome amount." His tone was perfectly casual, as if they were discussing the weather and not human life. After a moment he actually looked to Angie, realizing what she was asking. "I have yet to bury somebody who has contracted this particular fever."

This response seemed to reassure Angie as she pulled her hand back from Hector, turning away to prepare a mug of tea for the man. Once abandoned by the young woman's affections, Hector whined slightly, looking to Regan before glancing away, finding no comfort there. With another pathetic whine, he looked around the bar, tail wagging sadly until he laid eyes on the young man in the back corner. Sniffing the air a few times out of curiosity, he let out a low growl that was more playful than menacing before leaping forwards. Because Regan had allowed himself to become absorbed by tales of his recent patients, his grip had become slack on the lead holding Hector down. The strong creature easily broke away from his master, the leather leash trailing along the floor as he charged for the quiet young man.

It was at this time that Regan felt the leash slip through his fingers, turning as Angie set the mug of tea before him to witness the wolf-dog scrambling around patrons to reach his prize. Tongue lolling from the side of his mouth and tail slicing through the air like a knight's ready sword, he leapt over the corner table, paws sliding over it with ease as he ended smashed against the silver haired young man's front, paws splayed against his chest while he affectionately slobbered all over the man's cheeks. While Angie giggled about how "cute" it was, Regan had risen to his feet with the color drained from his face, hands clenched into wiry fists. "Worthless beast." He spat under his breath as he stalked over to the corner, wrapping one hand around Hector's collar and trying in vain to pull him from his new target.

"I'm terribly sorry." He apologized while pulling at the large dog, trying to force him off the young man and table that he so idly dominated. Of course, Hector was much stronger than his frail master, though looked up at hearing Regan's voice. Clenching his jaw, Regan pointed at the floor with his free hand, staring at Hector with a steely command that one didn't find surprising in such a man. "Down." He said simply, relieved when the large creature bounded down to sit by his feet, tail swiping over the floor as if he were employed to clean it. Letting out a small huff as he took up Hector's lead, Regan used his free hand to once again comb through his fair hair, focusing on the young man with an almost apologetic expression on his face.

"I pray this wretched canine hasn't harmed you in any way." The stiff air of detachment stuck with him even as he addressed this man. "Please allow me to cover the expenses of the drink you nurse now as well as another of your choice before I depart." Nodding slightly as if in confirmation, he gave Hector's lead a slight tug. "Again, I offer my deepest apologies that this happened."

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PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 4:35 pm


He hadn't noticed the wirey thin man, and his behomoth of a dog enter the tavern being that his odd golden eyes were fixiated on the two lady warriors who had entered, but by Angie's expression, the newcomer was probably someone who frequented the place. By the smell of things now, he assumed the newcomer brought some type of beast within the tavern...how he loathed animals...they always seemed to be afraid or infatuated with him. This was enough to lull his attention from the two warriors, and to peek towards the man, and his mutt. His eyes widened to large golden orbs as the massive animal charged towards Karu, leaving him with little to no time to prepare himself for either the worst mauling in history, or the worst slobbering he had ever encountered. The large hairy beast plowed Karu from his seat slamming his head against the hard wooden panels making him yelp out in pain. The dog then began slobbering all over his face, coating his cheek with a thick film of slobber. Oh the audacity of this beast to do this...not only was he coated in dog mucus...he had the enjoyment of smelling this monster's hot breath, and trust me...it wasn't anything short of a picnic. He gritted his teeth angrily as he attempted to push the large mongrel off of him, but to no avail. This by far would have to have been the worst day he had ever encountered here within the Black Lotus Tavern.

Finally the owner of the beast came to his rescue as he commanded the dog off of him. Karu immediately shot up wiping the large amount of slobber from his beat red face. You'd probably think steam would shoot out of his ears had he been any redder. Karu's fist were drawn up in a ball as he glared evilly at the owner of this monstrosity. The man's apologies were jotted out by the laughter of Angie. His first thought would've been to slice the poor man's head off, but that would leave entirely too much of a mess for Angie to clean, plus he assumed the dog was rather loyal to the owner, and in killing the owner, then he would have no choice, but to deal with the mongrel. His second thought was the slay the beast, but Angie being so delighted by it would probably have nothing of it. In all of his scenarios that he played out in his head, he decided to just accept the wirery man's apology, and think nothing more of it. No action was the best action in this case.

"No...its fine, just don't let it happen again," he said quietly as he toned his anger.

"Damn mutt...," he muttered under his breath.


PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 6:00 pm


Rian walked through the thick shrubbery. Growling impatiently, the girl she had eaten earlier had been on some sort of path just from a town. Now finding the town had become more bothersome than she thought it would have been. Maybe she should have gotten more out of her before eating her. But it had been months since her last substantial meal. A minkey wasn't enough to fulfill her bloodlust, plus the girl had been so annoying with her basket of food for her grandmother and whatnot.

She liked her new apperance, it was diffrent from the normal hag she changed to. The skin was tight and her hair thick and heavy as is flowed down her back. She Tore the clothes a little as she pushed through the brush. Comming finally to a road, she smiled wickedly. Her bare feet slapped the well traveled gravel path.
"Finally, a way home." She walked confidently down the path this new skin was wonderful, she very well may stay in it for longer period than usual. She loved the was the sun played off her auburn hair and the sun left kisses across her skin.

Entering the town she was awed at the amount of people milling around her, looking at her trying to sell her seashell necklaces and things called books. She tiptoed through the masses getting hastily annoyed by them and walked to the nearest establishment. Wandering in she happily smirked at the other patrins in the building as she sat down at a table. She breathed deeply and grabbed the money pouch she had also looted from the ignorant girl. One gold and twelve silver wow she really was poor she thought as she waved over a barmaid.

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PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 6:31 pm


Leaving Wilhelmina to search out the bartender, Lilium removed the hood of her cloak apprehensively. She could have given a million reasons for them not stopping in this city where they were more likely to be found, but her companion could not make it another few hours without rest. Being around a large group of seemingly innocent people always made her nervous, although no one would suspect this from the blank look in her eyes, the only part of her face visible beneath her collar that rose to the bridge of her nose. Despite being so well covered up, she was freezing within the inn, though it had nothing to do with the climate.

When she approached the bar, she addressed Angie in a courtly manner, though the quality of her voice was strange. "Pardon me, miss, but I require some of the strongest ale you have." Her voice was dry and hollow as though she were a corpse, and if it hadn't been dreadful obvious from her clothing that she was a woman, she could have easily been mistaken for a man. As she waited, Lilium happened to glance over at the man who had been attacked by the other's dog. He looked rather young, but he held himself like someone who had seen his fair share of the horrors of battle. When Angie returned, Lilium thanked her and headed back over to Wilhelmina, still passed out on the table.

Rather roughly, she pulled her companion's body into a sitting position by her hair. Wilhelmina was in no position to drink the ale herself, so Lilium proceeded to force the drink down her throat. It was a procedure not unfamiliar to her, and she knew that as the last drop left the glass that Wilhelmina would be awake again soon enough.
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