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:r e d e m p t i o n: ...feel as if you were going to be reborn now.... ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I traced the red tears with my trembling fingers." I held her as she bled, watching helplessly as she wasted away, her life exiting the many wounds in her body — those that were visible, and those that weren't. I shook uncontrollably, begging her to stay with me, begging her to hang on a little longer... not to leave me. And when she died, I still held her and begged, in the aftermath of a long battle whose instigation bore no memory in the people of either side. Our opponents had been a large city on the other side of Austrevena, Sha'rin; a bitter feud had once hung between us and for centuries we were always on the brink of war. Of course, these times of fear and longing and waiting had amounted to the biggest war Austrevena had ever seen. Many were injured. More were killed or lost, taken prisoner to be tortured. It was a dark time, with nearly constant fighting. As a young child I found sleep easier than the others, but still with some difficulty; the sound of the enemy’s bombs and our cries rang through the darkness, quelling any thoughts of a pleasant dream. I was just a child then, so young that I barely remember her face. Something tore inside me that day.... Something that left me fragile and delicate, a suffering beast felled by an unsympathetic hunter. Now, so many years later, I prepare a group of rebels of the military who, like me, have decided to strike back in vengeance against the Sha'rinnian Prince, who managed to live through the war, leading his people to victory. We should be glad that the Prince chose to sign a treaty of peace with Testra. We should respect those who died for us, and keep the peace they fought so hard to earn. We want the Prince's head for what he's reduced us to. We want to redeem the Prince for his various murders in our city. I want to avenge my Mother. ----------------------------------------------------------------- :r u l e s: ----------------------------------------------------------------- :l o c a t i o n s: The names of important places in Austrevena. Testra: The home of General Asch Heartnett. Also known as the Forgotten City because of its poor condition, Testra was once a large, thriving city, despite the overhanging threat of war constantly on their shoulders. Testra was defeated by Sha'rin and given their freedom at the cost of all income and prosperity over the next twenty years. Many people speak of striking out against Sha'rin for this, but few are brave enough to follow through with it. Another name for their army is the Defenders, because of their horrible loss against Sha'rin. Sha'rin: The rival city of Testra. Run by a Prince who saw equality in taking so much from the Testran people. Not much is known of this city, except that it is now the wealthiest city in Austrevena. Their army is also called the Raiders, for their habit of raiding other provinces for their crops and livestock for sport. Yarnarrow: A small town in the middle of the Everglades between Testra and Sha'rin. It's considered neutral grounds and is often the meeting place of the Testran and Sha'rinnian Ambassadors. The Everglades: Rough grass and forest land between Testra and Sha'rin. It is home to many different creatures and was the location of the Battle of Juliern, in which Testra had pressed back across the Everglades and was holding off attack. They would have won this battle had former Testran King Juliern not been killed in battle. ----------------------------------------------------------------- :r o l e s: Testra Sha'rin ----------------------------------------------------------------- :p l a y e r s: Kyousuke Zero Otaku Bloody Sinner Chaotic LNDN ----------------------------------------------------------------- :f o r m: [First Name] [Last Name] [Nickname] [Age] [Gender] [Role] [Personality] [Special Skill] [Bio] [Appearance] ----------------------------------------------------------------- :m e: :a s c h . h e a r t n e t t: General of the Testran Imperial Military [Nineteen] [Male] [General of the Testran Defenders] [Quiet, but demanding. Serious; though has a bit of an attitude.] [Swordfighting and horsemanship.] [Asch's mother was murdered by Prince Khalystha, who was twelve at the time, when they were taken as prisoners of war when he was only twelve, himself, and though he barely remembers her, he feels a strong need to avenge her. Shortly after the treaty was signed, when Asch was nearly thirteen, he was released back into Testra with hundreds of others and grew up with a man who was a former military captain. He learned to ride and fight from this man and soon joined the army. It took him until he was sixteen to complete the training program — three years, and only half the time of a regular Defender. Driven by his hatred towards the Sha'rinnians, Asch found himself climbing quickly in the ranks until he became the General of the Defenders at the age of seventeen. For two years he has been pushing for the army to move in against the Raiders now that it has grown in numbers.]  [Minus the wings, of course.] xXXx :k h a l y s t h a . l u z u . k i m l a s c a . l a n v a l d e a r: Prince of Sha'rin [Nineteen] [Male] [Prince of Sha'rin] [Stuck up and moody.] [It’s a tie between whining, pissing off the rulers of other provinces, and ordering people around.] [Supposed to have been born to an already wealthy and noble family, Khalystha has been spoiled rotten all his life, conditioned by a war-driven father to be able to torture other Humans for pleasure and kill without mercy or remorse. At thirteen, he brutally tortured Asch’s mother to her death and though the thought of the look in her eyes still haunts him, he does not allow himself to be scared by it. Truthfully, Khalystha is very weak-minded and easy to manipulate. 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@All (Or everyone else who joins... :S): This RPG will start for the Testrans in the middle of the night, outside the castle, in preparation for their leave. Just thought that might be important. In this case, I'd like to have as many of the Testran group taken up as possible before we begin, and I don't want to end up playing most of them either.... D:]]
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Layfon Wolfstein Alseif 21 Male General of Sha'rinnian Royal Guard Layfon is a genuinely kind person who appears to be timid at times. Compared to battles his experience with people is somewhat slim. As such he can be dull at times even if he can't be fooled easily. He's seemingly obvious to love and the other girls' feelings to him. Compared to that when he gets into a fight his instincts take over and he becomes awfully serious. His senses in battle are really sharp and he can accurately judge and guess what his opponent thinks. He rarely if ever hesitates in battle and never leaves any openings to his opponent. That is if he's in the right mindset. When he has something in mind or at the times he's reluctant to fight those feelings intervene with his instincts conditioned in the years of intense battle. It often shows on his performance and hinders him greatly. In both situations Layfon has little care for his own safety and appears to be almost self-sacrificial. Kei: Layfon has an unnaturally high amount of Kei. That and his extraordinary skill at Kei are what made him into a soldier of the royal guard at the age of 10. Although because of his high Kei only the best Dites can contain his full power. Anything below that is prone to break. Strength: His high amount of Kei gives him great physical strength. He can effortlessly push a regular Military Artist away with a gentle toss. Although by Heavens Blade standards he isn't that extraordinary. He leans on his Kei output more. Agility: Layfon has incredible agility. He can move so fast that a regular Military Artist can't follow him. Layfon is a master at dodging and evading incoming attacks. His honed fighting instincts lets him determine each move of the opponent and act accordingly. With the help of external Kei bursts he can also briefly keep himself in the air. Also with he can pull of various acrobatic maneuvers with his Steel Threads. Learning: Layfon can learn new techniques just by experiencing them once or a few times. The only exceptions are the techniques at the level of Heavens Blade which needs more effort and even then he generally can't copy them perfectly. Sight: Layfon has his sight enhanced with Kei to see further. Additionally he can see the flow of Kei in a very detailed way and later he learned how to see clearly at night. His sight is so precise that he can see millimeter thin or less wires from tens of meters. External Kei Bursts: Layfon can use a wide diversity of External Kei techniques. He can shoot those blasts at long distance with extreme precision. In terms of raw power he's no slouch either and his moves can be very devestating. Stamina: Layfon can fight three days straight with only minor signs of exhaustion. Although he's mentally not exactly on that level and despite his body can take it even longer his mind starts to get overwhelmed by then. [Bio]  Ventus Strauss 19 Male Prince of Testra Ventus Strauss is a very smart student, his intelligence above average. He doesn't seem to be a very outgoing and social person. He is always seen alone. Swordsmanship and expert at martial arts; Good at dodging and evading attacks Excellent cook and talented pianist. Ventus Strauss never felt that he is a prince, the complete opposite of the prince of Sha'rin. He is not outgoing and is always alone, tend to spend his time sleeping on the roof, but at times get scold by the general of testra for sleeping on the roof. Ventus never cares much about politics but was often reminded of his role in Testra by his general.  |
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I'll join. [First Name] Amelia [Last Name] Burnheart [Nickname] Mellie (hates being called by it though) [Age] 19 [Gender] Female [Role] Testran Imperial Military, Captain, Rank Two (she's the second-highest-ranked Captain), also Head of Imperial Military Internal Affairs (meaning she finds spies) [Personality] Cynical and sarcastic, but extremely perceptive. She's good at reading people, and isn't afraid to say that someone makes her uncomfortable. [Special Skill] Amelia is good at using knives; she can throw them, and they usually hit their target. [Bio] Amelia was given training as an assassin from age seven; it was hoped by her parents that she would join a secret Assassins' Guild in the retainer of an unscrupulous Testran noble (who later turned traitor to Sha'rin), but Amelia refused and in fact joined the Imperial Military at age twelve. There, she learned how to fight with honor, and how to fight as part of a group. Her ruthless tactics ensured her quick promotion, first to Squad Commander, and then to Field Commander, and eventually to Captain. [Appearance} http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t279/Narasgirl/Anime/SUNLIGHTpng.png
There are two things I can't stand in this world - people who are intolerant of other people's cultures, and the Dutch.
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Does this work or... [Name] Algalen "The Ender" Weisten [Age] 22 [Gender] Male [Role] Sha'rinnian Tri-Sword Master [Personality] Reserved yet outspoken at times [Special Skill] Focused Sense - After fighting and living thru many battles, all his 5 senses have been sharpened to the point where he can push his body past his physical limits, but at the cost of suffering 3x's the pain when he reverts back. 3 Cross Strike - When he throws up his tri-swords and it distracts his enemy, he quickly circles his opponent and with accuracy he strikes them creating 3 Cross's that prevent them from moving, and the final strike comes from overhead as the opponent is locked in. Last Rites - If he is ever on the verge of death, his survial instints awaken for a limited amount of time, when in this state his defense ability are increased, along with his speed with which he is able to dodge most physical attacks. He must defeat his opponent in that extended time or else... [Bio] When he was a child, he was raised with the notion that fighting of any kind was wrong. Then one day his father was called to serve his king. Being left alone with his mother, he was charged with protecting her. So he trained his body and perfected his sowrdmans skills. After 5 years, a messanger came and told them of his father's deeds, and ultimate sacrifice, the messanger gave them his sword and gold. Upon hearing this he promised to carry on for his father's sake and went to find work to help support his mother who fell ill after hearing the news. He worked as an apprentice for a blacksmith. After 2 years of hard work, he felt he learned all he needed and melted his fathers sword and forged three long blade's that he called "Alpha" "Gamma" and "Omega". Soon after his mother passed away on a cold winter night, he left disappering into the approaching snow storm. He later joined a Mercanary crew and fought battle after battle, after a short amount of time his name began to circle around and soon he was known as "The Ender" feared by most and his ability to handle three swords were second to none. When he decided to leave the mercanary life, most asked him to stay and lead them. Upon refusing the offer, they all felt betrayed and one night they gathered and attacked him, but he was told beforehand and was able to kill most of the attackers. after a long and dragged out fight he finally was victorious with only a few minior wounds. Some were able to run away vowing to kill him one day for betraying them. Now he leads a quiet life outside of Sha'rin still practicing and counting the days that go by.   |
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I'm interested in joining... This looks good~ [First Name] Cyran [Last Name] Van Elend [Nickname] Cy, The Bringer of Misery [Age] 20 [Gender] Female [Role] Captain of the Testran Imperial Army, Rank One [Personality] Cold and quiet, she seems to bare a huge unease towards people and is afraid to get close to them. She however is very defensive of her people in the same breath and will put her life on the line for any Testran. She’s stern and serious, though due to a lack of having anyone to raise her since she was seven she has her childish moments... mainly regarding simple, silly fears. [Special Skill] Sniping - Cy is primarily a bow user, and she is good at what she does. She is fairly good at any range, though better at long than short... after all, if she is in a short range of them why shoot them? Better to just slice and dice. Poison - Cy makes home made poisons, and rarely ever carries any antidotes... Especially because she has already built up her own immunity by putting small doses of poison in her food and working up to larger ones so she is resistant to most of her own developed poisons.. Though she does carry some incase her comrades are infected with it. [Bio] Cy comes from family who carries the name literally, ‘From Misery’ and from her reputable ruthlessness on the battlefield she has come to be nicknamed ‘The Bringer of Misery’. Cyran was born in the heart of war, her mother and father weren’t even involved in the army... they were nearly innocent bystanders claimed by the destruction of war. This turned the young child old, who took up archery and studied medicine and poisons under one of the apothecaries of Testran, and upon his death at the age of thirteen she armed herself with medicine, poison, a bow and arrow, and a few melee weapons and entered the battle field. She suffered many wounds during the war, almost losing her life herself, but she has stayed alive. One thing she did permanently lose during the war is sight in her right eye. Now wants revenge on the Prince of Sha’rin for all the death that he caused, for the three months of her life she lost recovering from near death, and for the now horrible state of her, and all Testrans’ country. [Appearance]  [Other] She is notable for the scar that she carries on her chest and back where she was impaled with a sword and continued to battle until she was free of danger before actually treating it and was taken off the front lines due, it is the injury from which she almost died.  |
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Joining, seems fun [First Name] Zeiss [Last Name] Van Herkram [Nickname] Magical Blacksmith [Age] 29 [Gender] Male [Role] Sha'rinnian Blacksmith [Personality] Kind, Hardworking, Likes to be experimental. [Special Skill] Fire Magics - He could cast fire magics for both self defense and blacksmithing activity, but he mostly used it for blacksmithing. Elemental Enchantment - He could enchant the armaments that he made with elemental magics to enhance it's capability, example of this ability is the Fiery Estoc that he uses for self defense, he enchants it with Fire. He only use this ability for himself and the important people of Sha'rin. Adept Swordsman - He learned swordmanship for self defense [Bio] A supplier for the Raider's armament. Not much was known about Zeiss's family, except that his father is a Raider and her mother is an ordinary housewife. Zeiss started blacksmithing at the age of 15, and he gained many knowledge about blacksmithing. Due to his experimental nature, he eventually creates a way to increase the power of the armaments that he made. Which was Elemental Enchantment, and he was proud with this. But, at the age of 23, An assault was made at his forge. Everything was taken except his life and the forge. He then made a quick recovery and becomes one of the most well known blacksmith of Sha'rin. [Appearance]  [Other] He have a scar shaped like an X on his back due to an assault, he was left alive, but the assailant carve a scar on Zeiss's back to haunt him about the incident.  |
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I think I'll post another character. [First Name] Cormag [Last Name] Lanvaldier [Age] 17 [Gender] Male [Role] Prince of Sha'rin (Khalystha's younger brother) [Personality] He seems to be intelligent, moral, agreeable, down-to-earth, and courageous, much unlike his brother. However, this is all an act. He is sly, manipulative, and extremely charismatic. In terms of being ‘evil’, he far surpasses his older brother. He enjoys playing chess and reading. [Special Skill] Cormag is a skilled practitioner of illusion magic. [Bio] For his entire life, Cormag has always had to put up with being second best. His older brother was the clear successor, despite the fact that Cormag was obviously better suited to rule. At the very least, he was no slacker, like his brother. Cormag was diligent and hardworking, but it was Khalystha who got all the praise from their father over his meager successes. Cormag has held a major grudge for his whole life. However, he was all too aware of what would happen if he initiated a coup d’etat, so he has been biding his time until Khalystha was unseated by another power. Like Austravena, for instance. He even convinced his brother to make war on them, and was disappointed that Khalystha chose to sign the peace treaty. [Appearance] http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc100/Mudpelt/Anime%20Boys/animeboy.jpg (please ignore the glasses)
There are two things I can't stand in this world - people who are intolerant of other people's cultures, and the Dutch.
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---------------------------------------------------------------- :a s c h: Testra Outside City Walls Midnight I stood next to Conversano Maestosa, who kept his head down, quietly observing the night with the sounds and scents he could pick up through extraordinarily enhnced senses. Not to say that he was a genetic mutant of some sort. He was a fifteen-year-old Lipizzan stallion, black as night, and older than most horses in the army's stable. Testra may not have had money or pride, or even hope... but we had our horses, and they were still some of the greatest in the land. Maestosa especially. He was a very rare Lipzzan, one that had stayed black instead of changing to grey at the age of three. Anywhere else he would be considered a horse of nobility, but here, he was my best friend, and even after the twelve years since he should have changed, he was still a head-turner. A magificently beautiful animal.... And then... he had a brother. A half-brother, actually. The same age, the same sire. But hideously ugly. Conversano Pluto, who stood quietly as well, carrying the bags for the journey, had a large, long head, held ungracefully on his thick neck. His chest was small and his body gangly. He was short and heavy, a starch white with a grey hue covering his muzzle and canons, circling his eyes as if he'd not had enough sleep. As well, he was foul-tempered, and as I remember, had been difficult to break. He was my brother's horse, before the war had separated us. At the age of nine, he, my mother and I had all been taken prisoner along with several others of Testra. I remembered very well the bleak dungeons of Sha'rin, and the large ivory buildings of the palace that surrounded us overhead. Everything there had been a nightmare.... Not to say that I remembered it all. It was a practically unknown fact that I had lost my memory during the time there. Only some of it had been recovered. I ha forgotten my own mother for the longest time, and though I knew her face well now, had someone mentioned her to me only seven years prior, I would have shaken my head as if in confusion. My brother.... I knew of him, but I didn't remember his face, or his personality. His voice.... Just that he had been taken away from me in Sha'rin, and that I never saw him again afterward. I was waiting for the others who had agreed to accompany me. I had informed them that we would leave from here a half-hour after midnight.... And to keep quiet infront of the Prince, though I was sure word had probably gotten around to him. ---------------------------------------------------------------- :k h a l y s t h a: Sha'rin Main Courtyard, Outside the Ballroom Noon I sipped my iced tea slowly, my eyes closed and my feet up on a small dark-stained table in the shade of the gazebo in the main courtyard that was over-looked by the ballroom's balcony. With a sigh, I wiggled my bare toes, stretching them toward the sun as I leaned further back onto the stack of pillows I had brought down from my own bedroom. My socks and boots had been disguarded in the kitchen, where I hoped the chef would find them and throw them out. I was supposed to be overseeing the progress of the decorating for my Spring Ball, but I wasn't into the whole 'overseer of work' thing, so I sent for some iced tea, fetched my pillows, and began a vacation far to the south where I had nothing in the world to worry about. Not even the paperwork that I was also supposed to do now that my accountant had gone off to stay with his wife now that their first child had been born. Because I'm such a nice, caring person, I had given him a week off, paid.... And now I regretted it. Now, though, I was able to escape into my memories, trying to keep the bright ones in my head, and the dark ones at bay. But they kept coming. I saw the dungeons of my own palace, and my newly widowed mother there, clutching my brother close. My brother with the same face as mine. My heart beat wildly at these thoughts, and suddenly I couldn't stop them any longer. I saw the King — no, my Father — in the aisle announcing that his eldest son had died that night, and that he needed a new successor. He wanted a blonde child. A blonde child, no more than twelve. He searched each cell personally, and he found my brother and I. First, he took my brother away, and I didn't see him for days. I wondered wht had happened to him, and soo I would find out. They returned him, called him stubborn and took me away. Now I regretted wondering, wishing they would have taken me instead... being angry at him over the colours of our horses.... They branded me, KL for Kimlasca-Lanvaldear, and then told me how I needed to act. They even made me participate in the torture and eventual murder of my own mother. Apparently, no one had noticed the switch, so I suppose I probably looked so much like the old prince had. I even had a younger brother, only ten at the time.... I wasn't sure how much he knew, but I knew he wasn't stupid. It was very likely that he knew the truth about me, and it wasn't like I expected him not to. It wasn't exactly, as the Lithites of the north say, rocket science (wherever they got a phrase like that from I am uncertain. Perhaps they're crazy.). Either way, I awoke with a start as soon as I pictured the hot branding iron and spilled my iced tea all over myself and the floor of the gazebo. It wasn't unlike me to fall asleep when I should have been working... but honestly, palace life was just so boring. Nothing but rules and responsibilities. I sat up and called for my personal maid, Sacha, who came to my side immediately. "Why didn't you wake me, or at least take the glass from my hand when I fell asleep, Sacha?" She avoided eye contact as she began to clean the mess with a towel that she kept on her for such occassions. "I apologize, milord, but when I wake you, you yell at me. When I remove things from you, you yell at me. I can't prevent these things from happening if you won't—" "I pay you well don't I? And I treat you kindly. This is how I'm repaid? Fine, be like that. I'll simply have to tell Father that you've misplaced my socks and boots once again," I told her, and took off while she broke down into tears. She knew as well as I did that if Father didn't have her hanged this time for theft, he'd have her whipped. I didn't care. It was fun, really.... The nost excitement that ever went on here. I know that a whipping or hanging over socks and boots doesn't sound reasonable, but just as haircuts were expensive in Sha'rin, boots and socks were twice that. And though I hated wearing them, I had the largest collection of footwear in the city, just to have something else to brag about.
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[Algalen/Outside of Sha'rin/noon] It was a nice and warm day, the sunlight filtered through the trees and casted it's light onto the ground below. In the distance there stood Algalen surrounded by four others. And soon after he and the others collided and the sound of steel and smell of blood was in the air. As one of them fell to the ground gasping and finally laying still. The others stood there and watched a fellow partner bleed out and cover the ground in dark red. Then one charged out of rage and Algalen blocked the incoming attack with one of his swords and quickly flung it up forcing the other person's sword to go flying off into the air. As he watched the sword dance through the air and land hilt down, he was already kneeling on the ground and coughing up blood. As he looked up towards Algalen, he extended his hands and tried to reach him, but due to the stab in his chest he was too weak to go any futher and another one fell. Two were left standing and wondered if maybe they bit off more then they could chew. But after looking into each others eyes they nodded. They both ran towards Algalen and he took his stance and got ready to recieve their attack. One went straight ahead and clashed sword with sword but was pushed back then almost instantly he regained his balance. The other ran into the trees and disappeared from his sights. Man 1..."So you are really good as the rumors said, I almost didn't believe it but I have no choice to now" Algalen..."Well it's not like I go around and show off." Man..."Well regardless your name does go around so much so that there's a price on your head." Algalen ..."Oh really I didn't know that, no wonder you came here and attacked me out of the blue." Man 1..."Well we all need a living and taking your head would make anybodies life alot easier, so if you could not resist then I promise to make you a grave and pray for your soul everyday from now on." As they were talking, the other person was slowly circling around to Algalen's blindside and waited for the signal the other would give him. There in the shadowy bush he kneeled down and tightly grasped his sword and observed both people and noticed even the smallest movement they made as they spoke to one another. Algalen..."Hmmm that does sound like a nice deal, but I'd have to decline that kind offer due to personal reasons I'd rather not say to strangers." Man 1..."Well isn't that a shame, I was really praying you would accept but now it seems any more words would be a waste." The man took two smoke bombs he hid in his back pocket and threw it at the ground between him and Algalen. It exploded covering the area around them with black smoke that even the sunlight couldn't break through. When the other man saw this he quickly jumped from the bush and ran towards Algalen who was reeling back from the explosion and with one quick slash he cut Algalen, or so he though till he looked closer and noticed Algalen wasn't there. Instead he jumped into the air almost floating then landed behind him. With a quick cut to the neck from Algalen's blade he fell down covering his throat and trying to stop the bleeding. Man 1..."So you were able to see through this little plan as well, It really is ashame you must die or else I would have loved to recuit you into my little mercanary group." Algalen..."I already did that before and I hate doing the same things twice." When the smoke finally cleared after a few mintues, the last man and Algalen stood on opposite sides and stared at each other, then he looked around and saw the others that came with him laying in a pool of their own blood. Shaking his head he looked back at Algalen and gave him a piercing stare. Not being fazed Algalen just gave him a shrug. Finally a light breeze came in and stired the fallen leaves on the ground. When a forest deer came alone and snapped a brach with it's hoves, both sides went it attack mode and ran foward. Algalen drew his other swords and threw them into the air, the man being briefly curious looked up but to Algalen it was more then enough. Wihtin that instance he had closed the distance between the two and with precision he grabbed one of the falling swords. He slashed at the mans leg causing him to stop abruptly. Then circling him, he grabbed the other sword and cut upwards. After Algalen grabbed the last falling sword he slashed the mans back making him arch upwards. Then with a final jump he appeared above the paralized man and came down with all three swords ending the fight in a bloody shower. Algalen then turned and walked away from the still standing and blood gushing body. 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Amelia, Testra, City Border/Outside City Walls, Midnight Amelia was late. She had gotten a bit too much sleep that night and had just woken up. She bolted out the gate, practically panicking, and nearly jumped as the General's black horse snorted her way in recognition. "Sorry I'm late," she panted. "Overslept. I have everything I need." She straightened up and added with a salute, "Oh, by way of identification, Captain Second Rank Amelia Burnheart reporting." Cormag, Sha'rin, Outside the Palace, Noon Cormag stewed with anger and hatred. Yes, it had happened eight years ago, but Cormag could remember everything. It was burned into his mind as though it had happened yesterday and he was going to have a test on it today. Khalystha had stolen everything from Cormag - Cormag had striven with all his heart and soul to please their father, but when Khalystha died, it was some no-name peasant who had inherited his name and station! Khalystha, Cormag knew, had not been one to walk the fine line, follow the rules and restrictions of being prince. Cormag, however, thrived on it. He thrived on the court intrigue, the cleverness of playing the system. Not like the current Khalystha, who doubtless was having a maid or two fired even as Cormag thought. And enough thinking. Cormag entered through the servants' door, at the foot of the palace wall. He was going to see his adoptive brother.
There are two things I can't stand in this world - people who are intolerant of other people's cultures, and the Dutch.
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---------------------------------------------------------- :a s c h: Testra Outside the City Wall Midnight I looked up quickly to a figure cloaked in darkness. Maestosa's head came up, ears perked forward in curiousity. His nostrils flared. He was alert. I rested a hand on the hilt of my sword, tightening my grip on it slowly. Then, he snorted and lowered his head next to Pluto's to graze lightly. I relaxed when the apology and intoduction were given, it was only Captain Burnheart. The sigh I released was slow and quiet, to be disguised as just another breath exhaled. "It's fine, Captain. In fact, you're earlier than I expected." And I turned to put a hand on Maestosa's withers, watching him as he grazed. "I took the liberty of saddling your horse and bringing him down." At this, I motioned to two other horses tied near the wall, who grazed in silence as well. One of them was Captain Burnheart's, the other belonged to Captain Cyran Van Eland, who would also be accompanying me on my journey. "There's still a half hour before we leave," I said into the darkness as I stared up at the moon. I had chosen this night because of the full moon that wold illuminate our way up to the forest. On the other side of the forest was the Quaris, where the real fun would begin. "We're waiting on Captain Van Eland, and I hope she arrives soon; I don't want to waste such a perfect night." ---------------------------------------------------------- :k h a l y s t h a: Sha'rin Outside the Palace Noon "Can you believe the nerve of her?" I asked no one in particular, sitting on the grass outside the palace as I stripped my jacket and shirt off. It had definitely been a fine day to wear white. I pouted as I looked at the stained garments, which had been a particular favorite of mine, laid out on the grass next to me in the hot sun. I was lucky that I didn't burn easily, because I knew I'd be out there for a while. I'd give Sacha some time to cool down before I went to find father; and I'd tell her that I'd forgiven her only moments before her punishment was carried out. First, though, I'd wait for my things to dry before I gave them to the maids in the laundry room — they'd told me before that I had to bring stains to them when they were fresh or else they couldn't help me, unless it was ink, dirt, or red wine, though they never really specified the last part. I just remembered once at a party when a maid had used white wine to get a red wine stain out of a table cloth, and when I had seen them soaking the horses' saddle pads in hot water, and when I was only thirteen, learning to write with Sacha — I knocked over my ink well and spilled it all over my sleeves. That one held the most meaning and memory. It had been my first time downstairs after I had been taken away; and Sacha showed me down to the laundry room and removed my shirt. She showed me how to remove ink stains with buttermilk; I had been so amazed, but I told her it was something I would never need to remember. She agreed with me and threw the cleaned shirt into a vat of hot water where the other whites were. On the way back up, she told me she hoped I could never be like the real prince, rotton and spoiled. She told me that she knew, and that it was alright; because she had been with him when he died of a terrible sickness. This way, I wouldn't feel bad for not being able to measure up to him at all.... And then only days ago, when I had done something similar to this, I had heard her as I left, "What have you turned into, my Khalystha?" I realized then, that I had turned into something I had never wanted to become. Not that I really minded. It was pretty inevitable that I'd turn into a spoiled brat. I knew I shattered cities and brought great lords to ruin, but it was all a perk of the job. Father said that because of me, Sha'rin had become the wealthiest city in Austrevena. I took pride in that fact.
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Amelia, Testra, Outside the City Walls, Midnight "It's fine, Captain," the General said. "In fact you're earlier than I expected. I took the liberty of saddling your horse and bringing him down," he added, gesturing to two other horses. "Thank you, sir," Amelia said, walking over to her horse (and in the process, stepping in some mud, to her disgust) and mounting it, rather inexpertly, as she was out of practice. She much preferred to fight on foot, as the horse's movement often threw off her aim with her throwing knives. She then had the horse trot over to the path. Cormag, Sha'rin, Palace, Noon After questioning the servants, one of whom actually recognized him, Cormag learned that Khalystha was in the gardens out back, having tea while barefoot. Cormag actually agreed with the scenery and with the tea, but barefoot? That was indecent, plain and simple. In any case, Cormag slipped through a route used mainly by servants. He entered the garden, and immediately made eye contact with the person that was his adoptive brother.
There are two things I can't stand in this world - people who are intolerant of other people's cultures, and the Dutch.
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[Ventus Strauss|Testra-???|Midnight] I sat on a seat. . .staring absently in front of the piano. I could feel my fingers wanting to play the piano, but I hesitate for I know that no matter how many times I play. It will always sound like my brother's. I sigh and got up from my seat and decided to head out to the stables. Upon arrival, I walked over to the horse that stood out from the rest. . .Lily. . . Nobody could ever tame or control Lily except for me. I walked over toward my horse. I stroke her muzzle gently. Lily simply nudge and rub against my hand in affection. 'Hey girl. . .been awhile,' I whispered to her. Lily merely gave a snort. Then I hear the palace buzzing. 'Where is he? Where could the highness gone to?!' asked a certain testra soldier. Many others are in frantic searching for me. I sigh. . here we go again. 'Lily, hide me for a moment,' I said. I quickly went inside lily's stall and hid. I knew one thing, no one would ever go near Lily's stall except for. . . .the general. . . |
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@Zero: Asch is on the other side of the city wall. It'd probably be best if Ventus followed him. @All: I'll post tomorrow. See ya!]]
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(Cc Kyousuke) Sorry. I got confused and thought that Cyran was the former military captain that Ashe had trained under. (It does sound like a man's name, doesn't it?)
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Zeiss Van Herkram | Van Herkram's Forge | Noon I was getting ready for the usual armaments delivery to the Raiders. But, my most talented apprentice, Kieran, came to me. "Sir! Someone wants to mee--- Sir? When did you get that big scar?". I turned to Kieran. "Some long time ago, anyway, who wants to meet me?". Kieran shrugged "Dunno sir, I never saw him before, but he seems promising." I then immediately takes my sword. "Tell the others to arm themselves, I'll go meet this man." I then walked outside. To my surprise, it was my very first customer. He was an average hunter when I first met him in this very forge. But now, he seemed to be a really successful man. I greeted him "Whoa! Long time no see sir!". "Such long time indeed, I remembered when I first see this forge... It was just a small and pleasant looking forge, now... damn, man...". "Heh, I know, I've been fortunate enough to be one of the suppliers for those Raiders.". "You're well paid then? Thats cool, now... cut the pleasantries... You see, This very sword..." He shows the sword that I made for him from a long time, he then continues. "I want you to enchant this very sword with an element." I think for a while. Then I said to him. "You know... this enchanting thing is really hard to do, let me see the sword for a day and i'll let you know if this sword can be enchanted or not, don't worry, I take no charge on inspection, but on enchanting... I charge big." He nodded. "Its okay, let me know the price tomorrow, till then... I leave my sword to your care, farewell." He leaved. I then returned to the forge and tell Kieran that the person was my first customer, and to inspect the sword that person gave me. I am now heading to the Raiders barracks to do the usual delivery. |
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[Algalen/Outside of Sha'rin/Noon] There in the forest of Sha'rin, a naturally formed waterfall with a river that flowed to a lake was hidden. The water itself tasted better then most water one would find in any town. And it also sped up one's healing ability, but most forest animals claimed the lake as their own. Next to the waterfall just out of sight stood a small house with a forge built next to it. It was Algalen safe haven from the outside world, there he felt safe and the trouble of the world seemed so far away. Being surrounded by nature and living so close to the waterfall allowed him to capture fish coming down stream. And with the lake close he could easliy have any kind of meat if he were to run out. He didn't leave that much for he had everything he needed to live. But because of the previous fight earlier one of his tresured swords had a crack forming. "Hmmm it seems that Gamma needs repairing and a little resharping while Im at it" After looking around his house he noticed he had no more iron ores left to repair it. Looking a little closer he saw most of his blacksmithing tool were wearing out so he decided to walk to town to the blacksmith to gather more ores and tools to replace the ones he knew were starting to break. Walking over to his bed he lifted and pushed it aside with one arm. Under his bed was a black marking and a few small magical letters. Placing his hand over the marking he said a chant and the marking glowed red with the small magical letters moving in a circle around his hands and then moved foward to the wall infront of him and disappeared. Finally after the glow died out, he stood up and the sound of gears turing was heard. The wall in front of him began to move and reveal a hidden room. "Now then I need money since Im going to town." Walking into the room he was surrounded by small statues which served as a defense system in case someone else besides him were to walk in, and magical amulets which hung on the wall. In one corner there was a box of magical ores one would use to magically enchant a weapon. And on the other side was his mother's and father's portaits. Kneeling down in front of them he prayed and told them what happened, then he gathered some gold pieces and a few magical items he acquired from his time with the Mercanary crew. After gathering and putting them in his bag he left the room which closed right after. Placing the bed back he put on his cloak and grabbed his two swords leaving Gamma behind but made sure to hide it incase. "Well I can get everything here except mineral ores, oh well I need to see how much the town changed anyways." With that said he departed the forest and one hour later finally appeared in Sha'rin, the town he hardly saw or cared for. Walking around he noticed a few differences and noted them in his head. After a while of wandering around he decided to wait for a while before going to the blacksmith, so he walked to the fountain and sat there with other people and just observed the people and what they did in there daily lfe. |
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