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Sword Singers
Topic Started: 26 Mar 2008, 20:35 (1,220 Views)
Ghost of God
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Music and song have played a major part in the development of Human culture since it was first discovered. Songs and poems entertained families gathered 'round the fire and enchant the minds of men gathered in a pub after work. But as it is with all things there are those that can twist and pervert their use. It was the discovery of a man now heralded as one of the greatest inventors of the modern age, but despite his fame his name has been lost to the annals of history. His invention was a material that produced beautiful harmonics when moved. In a skilled hand a single blade of this material, dubbed Acousitim, could produced incredible concerts of sound that flowed in perfect time with the musician's movements. As the popularity of the instruments grew the began to call themselves Dancers, due to the integral part of movement in the music. An accident at one of the premier performances nearly spelled the end of the art form in its infancy. At the conclusion of the first piece, composed by Edmund Jorel, a large section eastern balconies collapsed for no apparent reason. Investigation after investigation of the accident which left 12 dead and 7 injured yielded nothing to cause the collapse. No one is exactly sure who suggested that it might have been the new instrument, but with pressure mounting and no other leads to follow police and scientists turned to the Acousitim. Much to their surprise, not to mention the Dancers', it was shown that the song which Jorel had written created a shock wave that broke several key supports for the baloney. Songs were now being tested for harmful affect, something which every kingdom in the world was becoming very interested in. Within a few years there had been advances in the newly developed field of Harmonics, illuminating the inner workings of the power.

Harmonics is a power based around the vibrations of the material Acousitim as it moves through the air. While looking and feeling like a metal Acousitim is in reality a crystal whose growth pattern creates natural channels running the length of the crystals. This makes them incredibly brittle but is the basis of Harmonics. Vibrations created by the friction of air molecules on the surface of the crystal travel along the surface and into the channels where many merge into a single, more powerful one vibration. As the vibrations reach the end of the crystal they are released into the air, much like a tuning fork in water. When linked together certain series of vibrations produce effects on the world around them, such as creating a barrier to slow or stop projectiles, heat the air around them to the point of combustion, or create a shock wave like Jorel. Sound is a by-product of the vibration, varying in frequency from baritone to treble.

It wasn't long before the Kingdoms of the world began to test the power of Harmonics for military application. World renowned Dancers were called back to their countries to become testers for the military. Quite a few died as a result of accidents with new dances much to the horror of their fans. Over the next few years Dancers were fully integrated into the military of every major kingdom in the world. Tensions grew as monarchs with dreams of ruling vast empires waited to test their new weapons. Up to this point a kingdoms dances were closely guarded secrets, matters of the utmost security and known to few outside the Dancers themselves. Each kingdom undoubtedly thought they were superior, and the secrecy only allowed them to keep their delusions longer.

The world at this time was divided into two main continents, each with three and kingdoms vying for control. The eastern continent, Nar'vel, had recognized the destructive power of Harmonics immediately and had chosen the path of mutual peace. They united together under a single banner, the Republic of Nar'vel and prospered. The western continent, Kar'Hallam, had chosen the opposite. The collective armies of the three kingdoms moved into action, lines of men stretching hundreds of miles faced off at the political borders. In the interiors of their capital cities the kingdoms of Derant, Kerall, and Marin sent their War Dancers to the forth. Formerly world famous musicians now faced off in front of thousands of roaring soldiers, creating a symphony of destruction. Battles that were fought between thousands of men would grind to a halt when two Dancers met on the field, sworn enemies watching side-by-side. One by one the dancers fell, either to the skill of an opponent or their own stupidity. There is even an account of an accident of such power as to have slain men for a hundred yards around.

50 years of war resulted in millions dead and no real change in control. The War Dancers had been all but eliminated, with only one Dancer left in each kingdom. At this time representatives of the Republic of Nar'vel visited each country to request peace before they annihilated themselves. Almost overnight troops were recalled and hostilities between the kingdoms vanished, leaving the citizens of the continent to wonder what the Republic had said to their leaders. The three remaining Dancers returned to their countries to being training the next generation. Among these trainees aspirations of greatness clash with nationalistic pride and lust for power. This generation holds the future leaders of the three kingdoms, whether they are tyrants or benevolent leaders has yet to be seen.


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"Character Sheet"


Name: (First and Last names)
Played by: (your user name)
Age:(Student dancers should be 18-20, other characters age is your discretion)
Occupation: (Options for almost any job, student dancers just put Student until you graduate.)
Description: (Describe your character. Physical traits as well as any notes on personality may be put here)
Weapon: (Students must put Acousitim Blade here.)
Biography: (Describe the life of your character up to the point of the story, which is several months after the end of the war. Please mention which Kingdom you are from.)
Kingdom: (Your allegiance to a kingdom)
Instructor: (For students, your instructor will affect your style of dance.
Derant - The most offensive style, under Master Ico students will learn some of the most destructive dances used.
Kerall - Master Lorana teaches her students how to weave the flow of power around and away from them with grace and fluidity. Very tactical style with little focus of offense.
Marin - The famed Iron Horse of the war is the instructor of Marin, Master Bera, who teaches his students the strength of defense. Legend has it that Bera created a barrier strong enough to hold off the bulk of the Kerallan army during the height of the war.

Edited by Ghost of God, 27 Mar 2008, 21:07.
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Name: Nex Maroda
Played by: Ghost of God
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Description: Nex stands a little under six feet, with an average build that could describe half the men in any given city. His dark brown hair is tied into dreadlocks in typical Derantian style, with small metal blass attatched to the ends of the dreadlocks.
Weapon: Acousitim Blade
Biography: Born and raised in northern Derant, only about a hundred miles from the capital city of Deran. His father was a veteran soldier, wounded in the War he told Nex stories of great battles and of the power he had personally seen Dancers command. Ever since hearing those stories as a child he had wanted to be in them, the on wielding the power of Harmonics. As the war dragged on and he grew older the likely hood of that ever happening diminished steadily with the deaths of one Dancer after another. With the end of the War news began to spread of the last remaining Dancers training students in the arts. Nex packed his bag the moment he heard the news, bidding a hastey farewell to his friends and family before set forth to Deran.
Kingdom: Derant
Instructor: Master Ico



Derant

Nex arrived in Deran with a considerably lighter bag then he had left with, the bluk of his goods having been food for the trip. Deran was the largest city in the Kingdom, with a population hovering around a million inhabitants. He had no idea what to do or where to go now that he had arrived and judging by the looks on the faces of a group of others, neither did they.

At this moment groups of prospective students of the three remaining Dancers flocked to the capitals of their kingdoms. First there was only a handfull arriving at once, small groups from the smae nearby town or city. But as word spread they began to arrive by the 10s and 20s from across the kingdom. When Nex arrived he was one of hundreds entering the city on that day.

Hours passed by and groups wandered from one end of the city to the other looking for the place where they were to be trained. Nex was one of about 50 that had chosen to hang around a fountain near the northern entrance into Deran. As the sun was began to set others began to get up one by one and go to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Nex and another boy of the same age were the last there, still swapping stories of their trips to get here. Neither noticed as a man approached them, remaining silent until he was only a few feet away.

"You two," The stranger said with gruff authority, making them both jump. "you're looking to become students right?" They both nodded, not really sure what to make of this. "Then come with me, you've passed the first test." They looked at eachother for a moment, each trying to decide whether to trust this guy. After a moment Nex stood up, followed by the other boy.

They walked for about ten minutes before arriving infront of a grand building, decorated with carvings of great battles that covered the front side of the building. The man lead them inside and into a room with 18 others of about the same age and mixed gender. Everyone looked to the man as he strode across the room and turned to face the confused students. "If you have not guessed it by now I am Master Ico, and you twenty are the ones that have passed the entrance exam."
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((Would it be permissible for us to assume temporary control of the NPCs [the instructors] if need be? Just wondering rather how that will play out.))

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Name: Jacob Nicéphore
Played by: Corinth
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Description: A lanky figure, Jacob, standing at just over six feet and weighing only 150 lbs. In his defense, of course, it is befitting for the style of Kerall. Despite his body type, it is his hair that oft earns him the most ridicule, for while nearly all Kerallians have either black or dark brown hair colours, Jacob's is naturally blonde.
Weapon: Acousitim Blade
Biography: Born in the small southern town of Har'Duin, far from any major city, Jacob was raised relatively unaffected by the war. Of course, the stories, the tales of horror did permeate this veil of isolation, instilling in him a deep hatred towards the abuse of such a beautiful power. Once the war concluded and news reached his town of the few remaining Dancers taking on students and apprentices, Jacob set out, intent not to wield these terrible weapons to wage war, but to restore the culture that was spoken of in the tales of the elders.
Kingdom: Kerall
Instructor: Master Lorana




Kerall

'One of the last,' he was told, as he approached the hall that had been erected for Master Lorana to receive prospective students. From what he had been told, she already reached her quota number and was now only entertaining the late-comers as a simple courtesy. He often found himself cursing these people and their damnable politics--warring without cause; militarizing, destroying a beautiful technology. But still, he had to put up with it if he was to ever come close to mastering the art.

He had only arrived in the last week of 'auditions,' as they were so mockingly called--Har'Duin had not received any word of the end of the war or of the prospective of becoming a Dancer until just a month before that. One month. That was all the time that Jacob had to traverse the width of Kerall with neither funds nor experience, but still he made it. And now here he was, waiting for Lorana to pass judgement, to sentence him to a life in the pocket of the government or to send him home. As much as the prospect of each revolted him, Jacob knew that he could not leave here any more than he could now escape his government.

But then, there was the audition. He and two others, probably the last three to arrive, had been given brief instructions on how to operate the Acoustism Blade and were then told simply to wield it. Jacob was the second to perform, a child of Vilya before him. The first was disastrous, to say the least; were it not for safety precautions that had been put in place, the man would have likely beheaded himself before anything else. And then Jacob was to take the stage, the Master staring at him as impassively as she had every other. Whether it was due to his own skill or the previous performance, as he finished, he thought to see the shadow of a smile pass over the Dancer's face for the briefest of moments, only to be again be replaced by that cold mask.

Nothing has officially been announced yet, but she had before made clear her favourites among those to audition. It was all Jacob could to do not to run out of the hall as he sat among all the others, waiting to hear those who she selected to teach. . . .
Edited by Corinth, 13 Apr 2008, 13:55.
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Name: Mira Nolani
Played by: CosmicCrystal
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Description: Mira has loosely curled blond hair that falls to her shoulder blades, fair skin the color of porcelain, sapphire eyes full of life, and is of average height, around 5’6”.
Weapon: Acousitim Blade
Biography: Mira grew up in Marin, in a small city near the capital, a place that was completely ravaged at the end of the war. When the smoke cleared her parents decided that the touted Marin defense had done little to protect them, so they packed up what few belongings remained in their tattered house and moved to the capital of Kerall.
It was shortly after the move that Mira heard about Master Lorana taking students. Having always been entranced by the beauty of their movements, and not wanting to find her and her family so helpless against the force of others again, she appealed to her mother and father and gained their support to go and train. With a tearful goodbye, for while she was a student Mira would not be able to visit her family, she packed her meager belongings and went with thousands of others to become one of Master Lorana’s new students.
Kingdom: Originally Marin, now Kerell
Instructor: Master Lohana




Mira clenched her hands nervously in her lap as she watched Master Lohana, desperate for some sign from the elegant woman of whether or not she needed to prepare to be elated or desperately disappointed, but as ever the master's face was blank. She glanced down the row of students standing in suspense with her, but all of their eyes were with Master Lohana.

She swallowed and thought back on her audition. the more she though about the worse it seemed. In the moment she had just been happy to wield one of the graceful instruments, the sound of the notes weaving a around her, bring her to a moment of elation, but now it seemed all wrong. Master Lohana must have laughed at her clumsy attempts.

She squeezed her hands tighter preparing herself for the worst.
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((A quick proposal: What say we limit the number of students per country to two, perhaps? We probably ought have some limit, at any rate))




Stepping up to the stage, the Dancer looked around, surveying the prospective students. Taking the microphone off of its stand, she paced the stage, keeping her gaze on the seats. "For fifty years, war has raged between the three once-great nations of Kerall, Derant, and Marin. The power of Harmonics, once belonging to the High Classical Era, has been used to reap destruction, to raze cities to the ground. But now, peace has been declared and only three Dancers remain in the service of their governments. We have been charged with the sole duty of creating the next generation of Dancers; of those able to wield the power of Acousitim weaponry."

In all, 1,719 youths from across this nation have come of their own free will to learn this skill. Only thirty of you shall enter my tutelage. Before those accepted are announced, I would like to thank every one of you for your commitment; your dedication; the preserve to journey here from all corners of this vast country with no guarantee of admittance. There is no doubt that your intentions for this do vary: some of you must surely wish to harness this power for destruction; others to protect their homeland; still others for reasons unknown. For novices, many of you have performed admirably--far beyond my initial expectations. There were, of course, a number of you who showed exceptional promise in the field of Harmonics, just as there were others who handled the Acousitim Blade with near disdain. I have made note of every one of your auditions, so if you are not accepted, do not despair--there may come a time when our government falls in need again of new Dancers, and yours shall be the among the first of the names summoned here again."

And so, it is now my duty to announce those thirty of you to have passed my initial examination, earning the right to call yourself a student of Kerallian Harmonics." Picking up a scroll from a desk behind her, she began reading off a list of names: "Margarida Eilert, Lærke Aslaug, Cécile Pharamond . . ." Hands began to tighten on armrests, the massive auditorium seemed suddenly stuffy. ". . . Aimé Ingegerd, Annette Dervila, Marko Medb, Mira Nolani, Jacob Nicéphore. . ." She continued listing off names, faces of elation appearing amongst those of apprehension. "If your name has been called, you have been accepted into my school and you may take a place behind me on the stage. To those who have not, I thank you for coming and for your enthusiastic efforts. May you have a safe journey home."
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((Yea, I was thinking about limiting the number of students to two or three per style.))



Derant

Silence filled the hall as the twenty students stared back at Master Ico, unsure of what to think or do. From the back Nex called out, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. "But what did we do Master Ico?"

"What did you do? You had either the luck or the patience to be found by me. But that is not all there is to becoming a student under me," Whispers ran through the crowd for a brief moment before being stopped by a stern look from Ico. "Over the next week you all will be tested for you aptitude with Acousitim. Those that don't meet my expectations will be replaced by one of the hundreds of other prospective students pouring into the city daily. Once all twenty are found your training will offficially begin." The excitement of the prospective students was palpable in the air, whispers and nervous giggles filling the room until Ico raised his hand for silence. "The testing will begin now with you twenty. You will be called up in randomly assigned pairs to perform. The door on your left leads to a waiting room, go there and get ready. In fifteen minutes the first two will be called.
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((Sorry, I didn't post yesterday, life stuff. Sorry if this is not really up to par.))



Kerall

Mira sat stunned. Had she really just called her name? Was it not Nira, or Lira? Maybe Master Lohana had made a mistake, maybe she accidentally read one from the reject list. And then the master met her sapphire eyes with a questioning look, and Mira smiled faintly. It was meant to be her...and now she was looking foolish. Quickly she stood and almost ran behind Master Lohana, trying not to bounce on her heals or look too excited, she didn't want to make the hundreds that were rejected feel worse than they must already. She could not wait to write to her parents and tell them she had made it, she was going to become a dancer.
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Name: Reivan Norella
Played by: AkiNekoSama
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Description: Reivan is an opposing looking figure of a woman. Standing a little above six foot she often towers over both men and women. Although her face is one of grace and beauty and her body is slender and toned, not barbaric like most have expected of her. Her hair stretches out to the small of her back, a cascade of black with tinges of red and honey brown. Her skin a deep golden brown typical of the country people of Southern Derant. While at first people think her to be scary and unapproachable, Reivan has a caring compassion, although well known for being a bold and stubborn tomboy.
Weapon: Acousitim Blade
Biography: Reivan comes from the farming lands that lie in the south of Derant. She grew up on a large farm there, the richest in their valley. People there rarely traveled further than the small trading town. It was hit hard by the war. Many of the men that had once worked their lush feilds had been sent to war and died. Including Reivan's father and two of her brothers. During the war Reivan had taken charge of the farm, which was quickly falling into disrepair. Her mother was an ill woman and with a young boy and baby girl to watch had no time to tend the lands. Thus Reivan had worked the jobs her brothers had done. She had worked before, but always with the help of locals and her strong older brothers. When the news came of their deaths they were devastated. While the farm was rich, it was also large. They could not afford to keep it on hired workers, especially now that there were less men to hire. Reivan's mother found kindness from a sister in Northern Derant, where she and the young ones could stay. So the farm was sold and away they went. The aunt was a wealthy tradesman's wife, with a house big enough for them all. But Reivan could not settle. She felt she needed to do something. Something more than sitting in a large city dwelling, learning womanly trades so different to that of the farm she had grown up on. So her kind uncle offered to send her to learn. While academic learning did not appeal to Reivan, he could tell she would best serve as a warrior and he knew she yearned to protect her mother and younger siblings. And so he would pay for her to learn the art of the dance of warriors. To yield the Acousitim Blade.
Kingdom: Derant
Instructor: Master Ico




Derant

Reivan sat in a room with several other people of her age. She had heard of the tests to become a dancer, but not much was known. She had been wandering the city trying to think of where to go, when she had been led here with another boy and girl she had become acquainted with. They sat silently in anticipation. When she had first entered there had only been two others in the room, but as time had gone by more had been led in and now they appeared to be waiting for the last.

As Reivan was about to strike up a conversation with the girl she had entered with the door opened once more and in strode the man that had led her there. Behind him two more boys entered the room and took their seats. As the man introduced himself many of the students around the room gasped in shock. Even Reivan stared at the man in disbelief, she had not realised who he was and now felt foolish. Although relief soon followed the wave of gasps, as each realised they had been chosen as his new students.

Silence filled the room once more as students watched the master in awe and excitement. Reivan felt awkward and unsure of where to look. Today had been so overwhelming. Her uncle had told her that the test would begin at dawn and she had ran around wildly putting things together and worrying. They had not long moved to the city, so most of her stuff was already packed away. But as soon as she had eaten he had pushed her out onto the streets, declaring that the test had begun. She had stood there in shock for several minutes, still not knowing most of the city, even after the intensive tour her uncle had given her. Although she felt she knew where to go, as she suspected her uncle for dropping hints on good locations. Cringing now as she thought of how she had cringed then she startled as a voice behind broke the silence.

All the heads in the room, including Reivan, turned to face one of the boys that had entered behind Master Ico. He was tall, perhaps a little shorter than Reivan with dreadlocks, a typical style of northern Derant. Reivan found she liked the style, most of the men of southern Derant had plain short hair or shaved completely bold because of the hot weather. Once the question had been asked the heads returned to gaze at the master that stood before them.

After Master Ico had spoken excitement fileld the air of the small room. Reivan felt unsure, she was excited to be tested but a dread also filled her stomach. She took a deep breathe and closed her eyes to calm her nerves. The girl beside her giggled and patted her arm. Reivan smiled in reply and let the girl lead her into the next room, where she knew the wait would drive her mad.
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Name: Cyrille Lothaire
Played by: Unhiaat
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Description: Cyrille is perhaps a shade taller than average, but if so, not by enough to draw any great notice. He naturally has a thin frame, and though recently he has managed to put some muscle on, he's still only wiry at best. He never bothered to do much with his hair, and so it simply falls limply to his shoulders in what looks like a black sheet.
Weapon: Acousitim Blade
Biography: Coming from a military family, Cyrille and his kin felt the blows of the protracted war more acutely than most. Though his parents got out alive, the same could not be said for many others, most painfully perhaps, his elder siblings. In response to this, his parents wished him to stay away from anything at all related to the military. However, Other relatives saw tradition as being important, and with times of peace at hand, such traditions were to be upheld. So in the end, he was given control over his own fate, and he chose on his own to be a dancer, though he made it clear that he did so out of a desire to protect others, to make sure that no one else had to suffer the losses they had and not any tradition. So it was with a slight note of awkwardness and tension that he left to begin his apprenticeship
Kingdom: Marin
Instructor: Master Bera


Marin

Cyrille sat in the room with the ever diminishing number of prospective students, still feeling slightly shocked by having made this "shortlist" of prospective students. It wasn't so much that he had passed the first test that left him surprised, but more the nature of the test that left him, and quite obviously some of the others, feeling quite taken off guard.

The first test, if test was the proper word for it, was not even announced. All those that wished to study under Master Bera were gathered in what looked like a large reception hall, and told that they would be seen to shortly enough. It soon became apparent that whoever it was that said "shortly enough" had a very odd sense of time. As they were forced to continue waiting without any explanation as to why it was taking so long they had to find some way to entertain themselves. At first this consisted mostly of fairly amicable talk, stories of their journeys being told and the like, however as time passed, some people became irritable, which in turn, got on the nerves of other people, and slowly the number of people with a belligerent air to them increased. After this had continued for a while, one set of doors swung open, and in swept Master Bera. As he made his way through the crowd the students automatically cleared a path for him, and he would periodically point one of the students out. Then, when he reached a set of doors on the opposite end, he called back, "To those of you whom I indicated, follow me for the next round of testing. The rest of you may find a way to demonstrate that you are something other than an impatient hothead, or have my blessings for a safe journey home." His tone made it clear that those were the only options available to them.

Cyrille was still counting his blessings that he was a naturally patient person in the waiting room. The number that had been in the original hall had been great, but only a handful made it into the next room. However, before anyone was called into the room beyond, a slight delay ensued, followed by a second group of students, even smaller still, joining them. It seemed Master Bera was quite serious in his offer of proving their patience, not that many had passed that test it would seem.

Of the handful of students that originally occupied the room, only six, himself included, now remained. At no apparent interval a student would be called in. Wherever they went after whatever sort of test was administered in that room, the others were kept completely in the dark about such location. Cyrille himself wasn't too bothered by that fact, but rather, the anticipation of the wait was killing him. Sure he had handled the first test well enough, but the tension here just made it almost unbearable. Then, the door opened, that same attendant came out, a name was called. Not his, more waiting, at the very least, he was able to take solace in the fact that he wasn't the only one showing signs of nerves.
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Derant

Names were read off in quick succession with only a brief pause for the prospective students to detatch themselves from the crowd and move to meet their new partner. Nex could only shift his weight from foot to foot with anticipation, making his dreads sway with the movement. The boy he had arrived with, a Marinian immigrant named Tarn, was one of the first to be called. The pairing did seem to follow a definate pattern of boy/girl pairs, Adrian and Monkia, Tarn and Emma, etc.

After almost half of the students had moved from the unorganized mass into neat pairs, talking amongst themselves and old firneds watching eachother to see who they would be paired with. Finally Nex heard his name called: "...Nex and Reivan. Kari and..." Nex had stopped listening after his and his partner's name. Detatching himself from the crowd he made his way over to the rest, feeling as if the empty floor between the two groups was a great obstacle now overcome. Turning neatly on his heel he saw a girl, taller then him by several inches and with the imposing figure of a southerner.
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