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| ~Darthanis Galbraith~ | Mar 18 2008, 12:42 PM Post #1 |
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*ahem* It was a cold dark and rainy night. For mi-”Ow!” A sturdy hand sporting thick fingers had cut the orator short with a well placed smack to the back of his head. A stubby bearded man sat at a table with a pile of papers in front of him. Orin was an odd fellow by dwarven standards. His choice of work had changed in his late years. No longer was he interested in the battlefields or the forges. His interest of the mines had long passed as well. Now he dedicated his time to composing tales of dwarven heroes. Orin had fought in the second great elemental war many years ago. It was that battle he wrote of and of a dwarven hero that his books spoke for. Ian was the dwarf’s name, Orin had met him on the battlefield numerous times and in the years following the two became friends. Now the writer had invited his priestly friend to talk yet again about his experiences. He was nearing the completion of the book which had consumed his thoughts for quite some time. He had started reading the story in jest and that had put him on the receiving end of a well deserved smack. Rubbing the back of his skull the dwarf apologized. “I’ll have ye know, if yer whole book be of such…” The priest trailed off as his friend held up one hand. “Twas’ only in jest. I called ye ere to fill me in on a bit o gray. From the beginnin’ would ye?” His friend shook his head, his braded beard bouncing with the movement. “ye never get sick o hearin the same ole banter?” Orin leaned his head back indicating his friend’s misunderstanding. “Yer of the heroes Ian, the rest o the world need to be hearin ab….” He trailed off as he restored his scattered papers to a orderly stack. “Don’ be such a dolt. I’m almost done. One more time.” The old priest sighed and began recalling memories from his past as the writer looked over his papers. The legion was the seed that grew the thorns of war in the four kingdoms. Old tales spoke of gates to other planes and trade form far off places. This was the time of the sewing. The legion had sprung up out of false gods claiming to be the crafters. They had moved out across the lands in a religious fervor claiming everything in the name of “The true crafters”. They were a powerful group and they worked the lands against one another. As they spread like a foul cloud they began to plague other realms. The people of the Elemental lands nobly realized the plight they were all in because of their problem. They closed down the portals with powerful magic, sealing the legion within the Elemental plane. United the people rose and smote back the weed that had risen up in a series of long wars. At long last the legion was put down. Unknown to the element lists, if you cut a weed off, the root can still live. And a quiet era came to the planes. The peoples forgot the ways of their neighbors and fell back to their ancient teachings. Things were quiet until warriors of the legion began to appear within the elemental plane yet again. They were ignored based on hasty decisions and they grew. Soon they began to prey on settlements and travelers. Slowly growing in power the legion ran unchecked by the politicians and the unbelievers. After all, the legion was stuff of legend. Already war has found it’s way to the fringes of the human capitol kingdom. With reality in their faces, the four kingdoms are finally willing to admit what they feared. The dwarven kingdom has sent out one of their priests. Born under favorable signs he is sent to seek out others like himself. The earthen divinators speak of other priests as favored by their gods as he. While the four churches will not touch any element other than their own, they can not deny that without the other three elements, they are nothing. Now rides a small group of dwarves, they are sent to the human kingdom to assess the happenings there. Unknown to the dwarf, the gods have all sent the priests of their faithful sects to the water kingdom. The stars and the fabric of destiny speak of wonderful things for the four. But what do distant points of light and threads of a fabric that do not exist know of the times? (Psst, That’s latin for Your posts here. If you don’t have a priest. Don’t worry, get creative. There is a lot of buzz in the kingdoms as the churches have been cranking out the prophecy of hope to boost moral.) Edited by Darthanis Galbraith, Mar 18 2008, 01:53 PM.
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| ~beflexor~ | Mar 18 2008, 02:02 PM Post #2 |
I just _____ in the _____.
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Anrakki-Amaranth. While living with the Serafos, the Kitsune didn’t once have to hear anyone so much as whisper the title of ‘Anrakki-‘. No one even knew he had a title, and if they did, they would assume it to be a title of glory or honor. Of course, bad or good, all titles are earned. Amaranth woke and immediately raised his hand to bat off whatever was covering his face, it fell and clattered down next to him as he opened his eyes an he sighed, realizing what it was. It had been at least a year and he still hadn’t gotten used to wearing the mask of a Serafos while outside their underground dwellings. He had originally joined the dark-skinned people to learn of their culture while on his journey for knowledge, as was the custom of his Areno Shan tribe. With them, Amaranth learned to dabble in fire, but his true magic, the ki energy all Kitsune used, was that of the spirits of war and death. Strangely enough, the two magics were able to work together. At first Amaranth had been terrified by his discovery. After all, it had been a freak accident that had changed his ki magic, from the spirits of nature to its current state, to begin with. The Serafos quickly noticed his change in behavior and he revealed his newly found knowledge. From there, he gained status in their ranks quickly. Still, the Kitsune didn’t feel right, being the Serafos priest of fire. Balance dictated that one of their blood would be best suited for the job, as much as he had protested, his friends had been insistent. They knew something he didn’t. Amaranth finally sat up and grabbed his tail so he wouldn’t step on it when stand. As much as he wanted to just swish it out of the way, he couldn’t. His tail was as lifeless as if it hadn’t even been there. “Ah, you are awake.” Amaranth nodded, grinning fiercely at Thera from behind his replaced mask. Thera was his best friend of the Serafos, many would mistake ‘her’ for female, with her long, black hair and green highlights that accented her emerald robe, but the Serafos were gender neutral. Amaranth had been quite smitten with Thera when they first met, and had even tried to put many of his moves on her, but soon found his advances wouldn’t lead anywhere significant. Still, that didn’t stop him from having fun. “Thera” he said, yawning as he stretched almost catlike, showing off his sleek build in vain. “It was nice of you to come with me to the water kingdom. It’s been awhile since I’ve been anywhere and the company as been nice.” Thera slid off the horse that was pulling the cart Amaranth had been sleeping in. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that.” Her face as stony as the mask she hid it behind. “The city is on the horizon. This is as far as I go. You are to make the rest of the journey on your own.” “What?” His eyes began to glaze over as he began thinking of the possibilities as to why. Thera snapped her fingers, causing fire to spark from them. She knew all too well how he could be like that for hours. “Listen to me Amaranth. I do not wish to go to that city; there are too many people. Even you can understand that.” “Yeah, I suppose.” He looked at the ground. “Will I see you again?” She shook her head. “Not likely.” He moved to leave but she put a slender hand on his shoulder. “Wait, before you go, can you show me your power again?” He looked at her and she added “you are an amazing person, and I just want to remember you as such.” Amaranth grinned again. “Alright, but you have to do something for me. To, ah, keep things balanced. Can’t leave you owing me, now can you?” He closed his hand and searched deep into himself. Calling fire wasn’t the same for him as it was for Thera; he had to use his ki to reach it. There was a whisper from nowhere, a feeling of cold, of fear, and something else, a knowledge of something no one in this world could ever understand. He opened his hand as a small flame appeared, though it burned with a warm, yellow glow, it seemed to bend with shadows rather than destroy them. He snapped his hand back down on it and the fire was gone. Thera seemed quite delighted and Amaranth took the opportunity “now, about keeping the balance.” He slipped both their masks off slowly… And, for awhile, his Anrakki- title didn’t apply. |
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| ~Earthflame~ | Mar 25 2008, 02:15 PM Post #3 |
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Xaridan opened his eyes just before dawn, and sighed deeply shifting a bit and then leaning back against the tree trunk. Sleeping with the wind on his skin always felt better now. Its cleansing touch helped him forget his doubts, and sleep happily, feeling protected in Coel's embrace. He sat on the ground, no longer resting upon the tree, and prayed to Coel. Around him, a spiralling wind stirred the fallen leaves and mulch upon the forest floor, the pattern of spirals becoming more and more imprinted upon the forest floor as Xari continues his prayers "Coel, the sky-lord, forger and guardian of the heavens, the kindest breeze, the faintest zephyr, the greatest storm and the most furious hurricane. I pray to thee, father on high, for blessings this day and all days i may walk under your holy sky. I serve you oh lord, in word and deed, and shall serve you as long as the clouds float on high. Oh high king, your most humble servant cries your name in joy. Coel, Coel, Coel, hear my prayer. I go forth in your name" Xaridan stood, helping himself up with his staff, and looked around him at the spirals on the ground "Oh high father... i am unworthy". He then set off towards his destination- The city of the kingdom of water, where he'd been bidden to take the word and power of Coel. He'd made many prayers to Coel in the following few days, asking why he had been chosen, why he, the most unworthy servant, had been gifted with this great task. He'd also spent many guilty hours starting at that locked trunk. the relics of his past life, even now, walking across forest and plain, were so vivid he could almost touch them. His armour, simple and functional, now replaced with an equally simple, equally functional set of white robes. His shield, now locked away, the ghost of the familiar weight upon his arm still keenly felt. His spear- though he held its ghost in his hand, he knew he'd left the true weapon behind. A spear without a blade is no spear at all. He cursed himself and said muttered prayers to Coel for forgiveness as he walked swiftly along the path that lay before him. He barely even thought about the direction any more, he simply let the wind guide him as he stepped on, leaving behind him an odd trail of footprints, the marks of a staffs butt, and a swirl of spiralling wind, following him even now. When he stopped to rest halfway through the day, consuming some water from a river and a few pieces of dry meat and bread, he took up a handful of dust and leaves from the path, and hurled it into the wind. An old, superstitous practice, some of the new priests said, but Xari still believed that wind-reading could bring forth some truth. He watched as four leaves carved paths through the floating dust, each leaving a wake behind them as they converged on a central point. Then, in a sudden flurry, the wind span and turned, the leaves caught up in the dust devil and flung high into the sky, floating out of sight in moments. Xaridan blinked in wonder, and said another short prayer to Coel, thanking him for his guidance and foresight. He set his pack once again upon his back, his staff once again in hand, and his destination now in sight. He walked with a thoughtful expression. He was sure he was one of the leaves, and he wondered as to the nature of the other three. What troubled his mind more however, was the thought of what that dreadful dust devil represented. "Upheaval, chaos and death most likely" he muttered to himself "Oh Coel, why in your infinite wisdom, why oh why from your ultimate perspective on high, did you pick someone as weak and unworthy as i?" |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 28 2008, 11:02 AM Post #4 |
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Even amidst the crowds in the water city cloaked figures moved around, they could easily be mistaken for your average shady individuals, although the truth was far from such. The agents of the Elemental Legion had infiltrated nearly everything, especialy in the water kingdom, as they had the same appearance as the humans of that nation. In one of the larger taverns in the city a gathering of five individuals who all wore something to shroud their features was sitting around a prety large circular table, four wore heavy cloaks of varying colors, one was green and brown, another blue and white, a third red and yellow and the last was black and white, it might have appeared as a coincidence, but they were all half-elementals. The fifth individual did not wear a cloak, he wore a dark grey and black mantle that covered his whole body, with a hood sewn onto it to cover his face, because of it nothing except the eyes could be seen, which seemed to glow faintly and strangely enough shifted colors every now and then. "So apparently the four nations are preparing something" the one with brown and green cloak said, his voice being slow and rough. "Well no wonder, with those hasty fire champions around who always act on a whim!" The one with blue and white cloak said in a voice that seemed to flow as she spoke, this seemed to make the one with a red and yellow cloak stare straight at her though. "Are you implying anything, Eshild?" He said with a fierce tone in his voice, the red eyes under the cloak practically burning. "Yes I am! If it had not been for you and your kind they would not even have suspected a thing yet!" Eshild said in a cold tone to the fire champion. "Quiet down, we are not here to discuss who's fault this is, I could name several occasions where both water and wind champions have caused unwanted results, but this is not the place for it." The man with the dark grey mantle said, making the other four around the table turn to look at him. "Indeed, we are here to think of how to handle the situation at hand, it seems the church in this nation is preparing something, possibly a gathering to decide what to do, I would sneak in myself, but I do not know how powerfull these priests are, so they might be able to see me even in my wind form." the fourth of the cloaked figures said in a voice that was hard to make out wheter it was a male or female. "Hmm... I will do it, among all of us here I probably stand the biggest chance off infiltrating the church." The mantled one said as he stood up from his seat. "Are you sure Azarias? It could become extremely dangerous if they find out who you are." Eshild said, a slight concern in her voice. "Everything for the Legion" Azarias responded, his voice full of pride as he slammed his clutched fist onto his chest, shorltly after the other four stood up and repeated the gesture "Everything for the Legion!" OOC: I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do as of yet, so if you want me to add more to the post just PM me Edited by Twilight, Mar 28 2008, 11:03 AM.
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Apr 11 2008, 03:55 AM Post #5 |
The Other Guy
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A short distance out from the city and on the banks of one of the rivers that lead into the city a man stood, or rather crouched, in silent prayer, the remains of what had been his camp for the previous night lay nearby. A small pendent hung from the fingers on one outstretched hand over the water, not a traditional form of prayer but it gave him something to focus upon. Magnus had been praying for guidance for several hours now, without the slightest sign or indication of where Aquacia wished for him to go. His thoughts were on something else that day anyway, the apparent guise of being in prayer was simply to help him think, what had been bothering him was the reason for which his former tutor had sent him on this pilgrimage. It seemed absurd but there had to be some reason for it, he had been told to search for guidance but what else was there to teach him, he knew the relevant rituals and prayers, what other form of knowledge did he have to seek out? Magnus closed his eyes and listened to the water, hearing it reassured him that he would find whatever it was which he was searching for but at the same time he felt somewhat envious of the river. All the water needed to do was follow one or a few paths leading towards the sea and away from it’s source, no matter how the river changed or which route it took it would inevitably end up in the oceans over time. Opening his eyes he looked outwards towards the city in the near distance, the water kingdom had seemed the best place to search for knowledge, perhaps he would find it in the next city. With a resigned sigh he straightened up and began to gather together his belongings “no better place to start” he reasoned with himself and a few minutes later he was trudging along the long winding road which would eventually bring him to the gates of the city… |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Apr 30 2008, 12:00 AM Post #6 |
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Just a couple nights ago, he was hired for a mark significantly different than any he was accustomed to in the water city, and by the least likely employers. The employer was hard to bend, but in the end, he managed to push them into agreeing to his terms. After all, they were expecting him to do their work for them, so there really was no need for him to not do it on his terms alone. They wanted the best, they must have been prepared to pay for the best. He watched the strange man by a river, who had taken to hanging a pendant out over the water. Odd behaviour, but he didn't care. He had a job to do, and it was paying good money. For now, he was just going to watch the man go about his business. After a while, the man finished whatever he happened to be doing and got up to gather everything, then started off down the road towards the city. He trailed behind the man by a considerable distance, and stayed well off the path. Not long after they began moving, he saw movement behind a hill up ahead. He silently vaulted up into a tree, then slithered upwards until he was balanced precariously near the top, yet still pretty well hidden by the leaves. Damn, he said to himself. Just some lousy farmer. He climbed back down, still making sure the oddball who was playing in the water was still ahead of him, and unaware of his presence. |
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| ~beflexor~ | May 2 2008, 12:51 PM Post #7 |
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(OOC: *lightning hits RP laying on metal table* Liiiiiive!! Bahahaha!) Amaranth didn’t watch Thera leave, instead he kept one foot in front of the other, for fear that looking back at her would cause him to change his mind. The Kitsune traveled light, with nothing more than the robe on his back, a book of empty pages with which to fill, and his bokken. He kept the wooden sword by his side at all times despite the fact that he wasn’t the least bit proficient in its use. Still, it had been a God-send, literally. At least, that was his theory given the knowledge he had of it. As he walked, he unsheathed it carefully, hoping that magical sparks or a spiritual whisper would eminate from it. No avail. The sword had been nothing more than a finely crafted bokken since the day it fell into his hands. Still, bokken didn’t often have sheaths, so that was always something to his advantage. With the weapon sheathed, it looked like an ordinary steel katana, one with which he could deceive anyone wanting to do him harm. The city began to grow larger in his eye as he neared it and, before long, he was able to run his fingers across the buildings. The people looked at him strangely, for it wasn’t often that one saw a Kitsune outside the desert. He gave each person a warm smile in return to their starting eyes, and special smile to the more female of the bunch. His first stop would be somewhere for knowledge about the city, a tavern was often a good source of it, and it let him rest his tired feet. The tavern was actually quite nice, the whole of it all, from the tables to the floors, walls and high ceiling, was made of a beautiful honey colored wood, all carved with small images of plants and animals, polished to a reflective shine. In one corner sat an enormous waterfall style fountain make of white rock, its constant rush of water complimenting the ambiance of the usual tavern chatter. The entire place was clean and inviting, smelling of lavender and lemon. Amaranth tipped his head back and inhaled gratefully, opening one eye for it to follow a particularly shapely waitress. He sat down at one of the tables, and awaited a the beautiful curly-haired woman to ask him for his order. Yes, it would appear that he was going to enjoy his time here. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | May 5 2008, 02:33 PM Post #8 |
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Magnus continued his slow progress towards the city, completely unaware of the man shadowing him. It would only take him another twenty or so minutes to arrive at it’s gates. He looked about and sighed inwardly, he hated cities, towns were no problem but cities had a tendency to be overcrowded, with hundreds of voices all trying to be heard at once. He suddenly did a double take, as he looked at the surrounding area. A long way off he could have swore that he’d seen something moving down a tree, something large but it’s movements swift. He narrowed his eyes scanning the spot, “nothing there now” he decided and headed off back down the hillside. Had his former master been here to witness that event, he would have no doubt been making jokes about Magnus’ paranoia for days on end. Doubling his pace he continued onwards towards the capitol of the water kingdom. (OOC: I’ll skip forwards to arriving at the city in my next post, if no one has any problems with that, that is.” |
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| ~Twilight~ | May 6 2008, 06:46 AM Post #9 |
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"Did you really have to go so far?" A young voice sounded out behind Emelketh. As the red-clad fire champion turned around to face the newcommer one could easily discern the destruction that he turned his back to, where a village had once been there was now a large crater, with only the houses at the edges still standing, although as they were burning fiercly it wasnt hard to figure out there would be barely anything left of them soon, bodies laid sprayed about the edges, but it was far too few for a village of this size. "Why do you ask? These are the people who exiled us long ago, we should take out our revenge on them, one by one." Emelketh said, his voice was calm, but the fiery look in his eyes were fierce, nearly filled with hatred. The younger half-elemental that he was talking too wore a completely blue robe, a sign of a water elementalist. "That may be so, but we were under orders to not hurt anyone unless the plan was threatened, if you continue to destroy border villages like this you will attract attention to the Legion. You may be the second most powerfull fire champion, but you should know your place." As the young water elementalist said this he turned around and began to walk away towards a gathering of tents on the horizon. "Are you scared, Florn?" Emelketh said, anger being obvious in his voice. "I follow orders, you should as well, remember, water soakes the flame. If I must I will put you down." The water elementalist said, his voice remaining calm as he continued his stride towards the encampment. "Water soakes the flame, huh..? Well a powerfull flame turns water into steam, aspiring water elementalist!" Emelketh said to himself as he clenched his right hand into a fist. --- Once again in the tavern, in a hired room at the top floor the group of champions that had gathered was beginning to prepare for setting out once more. Every one of them left in their own special way, the wind champion turning into wind and leaving out the window, so quickly that barely any human eye could have spoted her. The fire champion left through the fireplace, in a method that Azarias had no idea how it worked, it defyed all forms of logic to him, but he assumed that was one of the reasons he had been chosen as a scouting leader. The earth champion, being the most patient one in the group decided to stay in the tavern for the day, as he did not have any way of leaving unseen he thought he should leave once the rest of them had. Eshild, being a water champion had no direct way of leaving without making a fuss in these surroundings (and though she could leave through the sewers she refused to go even close to such filthy things), she took off her robe, revealing her long shoulderlength blonde hair, and while she looked to be in her early twenties to any half-elemental they could see her true age in her deep blue eyes. She was a beautifull woman, no doubt about it, although Azarias knew well enough that these were not the time for such things, as he stood up and pulled down his hood before walking up to the water champion who stood by the door out of the room. "So, shall we?" She asked with her beautifull flowing voice while giving Azarias a warm smile and stretching her arm out, expecting Azarias to take it and "escort" her outside, it was prety usual for pairs of half-elementals to work togheter in this fashion, as it was easy to come off as a regular pair that way, and Azarias understood that well. Putting his arm under Eshilds he opened the door and began to "escort" her down to the first floor, after which they stepped down from the staircase togheter, acting like they were a pair who was going out on a walk, or something. Once they came down Eshild and Azarias both glanced around at the surrounding people, though Eshild was less obvious than Azarias in doing so, although it did not take too long before her eyes were centered on the one who stood out the most in the tavern, it seemed to be a kitsune wearing a mask, similiar to that off the kind Seraphos wore. Azarias turned to look at Eshild for a second, then followed her gaze to the kitsune. 'Strange fellow... I wonder... No, theres no way.' he thought, then he felt Eshild tugging at his elbow, making him continue walking again, shortly after they were outside, and once they found their way into the crowds of people, they disappeared. OOC: Hope that will do, was a bit rushed at the second part so it may not be up to par with what I could do, ah whatever xD |
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| ~Darthanis Galbraith~ | May 14 2008, 09:41 AM Post #10 |
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Ian had already been a day in the kingdom before growing tired of waiting. He had already visited the Prime Water Temple and there was no indication of anybody overly interested in the idea of running around and rallying the kingdoms. Grumbling the small priest climbed atop a stack of boxes and cleared his throat. He had made his way to the marketplace, hoping that perhaps the other three priests might show there as they bought supplies. Patience was not one of a dwarf's strong points, the bearded priest decided he would search all of the marketplace at once. Taking a deep breath the dwarf roared out "Alright, I be lookin fer three priests. If yer ere fer the other Kingdoms, ye best show yer face." The ground resonated with the sound of the earth priest's voice, carrying the already loud dwarf's voice with a little more weight. Satisfied Ian plunked down on the pile of crates and was quickly scolded by his guards. "what if ye go givin us aweh afore we even start th trip!" One of them knocked Ian off the boxes and the other one swatted him on the back of the head on way down. Ian hit the ground with a thud and rolled into a sitting position, completely un-phased by the fact that he just landed on his face. The priest folded his burly arms over his chest and grunted, silently wishing for someone to answer his call. |
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