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Post by Damselian on Sept 6, 2003 20:46:10 GMT -5
Damselian called out to what was left of his once-great forces upon the battlefield just outside Deraye(A city of Dragre's who openly opposed Elliveryas, which is the main Dragre homeland, until about 5 years ago, when they mysteriously stopped attacking and just disappeared. To be replaced last year with a huge army of undead...and yes I know the whole undead army idea is cliche). As he screamed out to them amidst the screams of thousands of dead mingled with the undead reviving them "Let us make haste my brothers, and retreat to the outpost! We must bolster our forces swiftly or be overrun by the hoards!" he yelled to them, then his cold grey eyes scanned over the battlefield. Hundreds...maybe thousands even, of Dragre warriors injured or killed. It seemed that every time one of his warriors fell, two undead creatures would take its place and continue attacking Damselian and his men. As Damselian's eyes paused on a younger soldier trying to crawl toward him he sighed in disbelief, just before the young man basically exploded, giving way to two tall, vicious-looking zombie-like shadows of the soldier. The zombie's skin was darkened to the point where it was almost black. The wounds that the soldier had before dying seemed to grow even more deadly looking and larger. The eyes of the creatures turned a dark crimson, the color of fresh blood.
He narrowed his eyes a bit as they cackled out to him in a quite vile manner. He slowly stepped forward as what was left of his men turned and ran past him, seeming frantic as they did so. He merely smiled and the blade held tight in his left hand flew up in a diagonal arc toward the right side of the nearest creature's face, tearing throught he rotting flesh and crushing bones beneath its might. It ripped through the whole side of the thing's face and skull, leaving it's brain exposed somewhat, or what was left of its already tiny brain. He smirked in his usual vicious way and lifted his leg, sending a powerful kick at the creature's chest and throwing it about 6 feet back and knocking over a few of its comrades. He spun around on his heel, rage filling his step, and ran toward the fleet of dragons in the distance. As he neared them he made the mistake of glancing over his shoulder to see the hundreds of thousands of undead warriors keeping up with him, though about 10 or 20 feet behind. As he heard his teammates call his eyes widened, and he felt his foot collide with a rock and he flew toward the ground in front of him with great force.
He slammed hard into the ground shoulder-first, and skidded forward a few feet, catching the legions only about 5 feet away and swarming toward him. He shoved himself up and leaped forward toward Ember, his only permanent companion, and landed just beside Ember, collapsing for a moment in a heap until his great dragon lifted him up and tossed Dams onto his back, then bursted forward a few feet then straight up and into a barrel roll. Dams was used to this type of manuevering so he was barely fazed, his legs tucked against a set of protruding scales that Ember had seemingly formed over time due to Dam's feet being there every time they flew together. His back was flattened against the dragon's back and his eyes were barely open as he stared toward the ground as it grew farther and farther away, almost scaring him as he felt a natural panic enter his body due to this sight. He had grown accustomed to the panic however, after having seen this many times before, so he merely stayed like that.
As Ember straightened out in the air and flew toward what he sensed what the outpost they had been camped at he yelled to Ember "Thank you", replied to with a loud whistling noise which he knew meant 'Your welcome' somehow. He glanced to his left and right and spotted his men riding their dragons alongside him as though escorting him home, though he knew they should make haste and get back to the outpost before the undead swarms learn how to use their wings or start conjuring flying creatures. He sighed lightly at their almost compelling stupid bravery, then his eyes slowly shut. As he felt his dragon drop from the height they were at to about 20 feet fromt he ground his stomach lurched, and his eyes widened in fear, before he realized what was going on. It seemed he had fallen asleep for a bit and they were at the camp. He leaped off the back of his dragon as he felt Ember stop, and landed in a kneel a few feet from the gates to the small outpost they were camped at.
He slowly got to his feet and lazily walked to the gates and pushed them open easily, then collapsed just beside them out of exhaustion...
Now...this is where you come in...there are 6 territories in the Fallen Realm, Elliveryas, Deraye, Anglin, Tanthruo, and Exceil...Deraye is occupied by Undead, Anglin by Dragres, Elliveryas by Dragres, Tanthruo by Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Halflings, Exceil is a wasteland, and primarily used as a jail for the other territories or foolish nomads live there and try to take over Exceil, though mysteriously dying every time... Now, you must choose which territory you are from, and what faction you are in. Dragre army, Undead army, one of the other races armies, or a faction you make up, like a thieves guild etc....also, you dont need to take part in the war, you can just be a person living in the territories innocently.
Other than that, you can do as you like, within reason...I will post rules if someone asks, but right now they arent neccesary IMHO
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Post by SickAndWretched on Sept 6, 2003 21:11:59 GMT -5
(OOC)hmm this sounds interesting.. I might come up with a character.. but after the rules are posted..(OOC)
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Post by Damselian on Sept 6, 2003 21:19:22 GMT -5
Like 4 rules... 1)Post AT LEAST 4 lines 2)Dont attack members of the same race without reason, this also applies to members of the other races... 3)If you make a faction, have it be reasonable, I dont want any Kill Everyone Gang groups...cause thats stupid 4)Do not post all OOC, if you do, you will get in trouble and you will be ignored -.- ...if you must post ooc put it at the front or end of your post or use PMs...
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Post by SickAndWretched on Sept 6, 2003 22:14:19 GMT -5
(ooc) sounds interesting.. I'll join(ooc)
Thorn was sitting on a rock and leaning against a large tree that over looked a road. Thorn was dangling his spiked chain from his wrist while a ground of 10 human soldiers came rushing down the road. Thorn leaped into the tree to avoid being seen. The soldiers were hurring along in a panic. Thorn silently landed down behind them. Thorn quickly spotted which one had the bounty on his head. He flong his chain out, wrapped it around the man's neck and pulled back. The soldier's head flew back with the chain. Thorn caught it, as the other soldiers seemed to be to afraid to notice the lost of one man.. "hmph.. thats odd.. Not even an attemp to fight. How boring.." Thorn said as he shoved the head into his bag. He then walked back to the town to collect his bounty. Thorn stands about 6 feet 5 inches. He has short black hair thats long in the front and hangs over the left side of his face. His eyes are a deep dark purple and have an odd luminesence about them. He covers himself with black clothes and armor. Thorn is a half-elf bounty hunter with a unknown past. He is quiet and prefers to speak through actions, usually.
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BlowKisses07
RPG Town Newbie
What do you see, you people gazing at me? You see a doll in a music box, thats wound by a key.
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Post by BlowKisses07 on Sept 7, 2003 0:16:09 GMT -5
Culhilien let the wooden door swing shut as she left one of the various yet few huts located in the outpost, its rusted hinges moaned with disapproval. She had seen the approach of the dragons, long before anyone spoke of it, as their small appearances grew over the distance while they drew closer to the fort.
She was eager to see them, as she always was on hearing word of their return, yet she refused to let her anxiety be revealed. Their number was small, smaller then she recalled. She bit her lower lip anxiously at the thought as she languidly approached the gates at a steady and graceful yet hesitant pace, afraid of what news she would hear of.
Her olive-green cloak, faded with the obvious years of use, veiled most of her petite and slender figure. She was tall, for her kind, though she was looked upon as fairly small amongst the Dragres. Her muscles were in tuned, not what one would expect from an elf, nor a “pretty face”. Her auburn-gold tresses streaked over her emerald eyes, which held not even the slightest hint of her intentions or that she even possessed emotion, bordering her slightly narrow face. Her hair was held back in braids, seeming to be in perfection.
Already others, who seemed just as eager as she, were gathered at the gates to aid what was left of those who returned.
She only caught a glimpse of Damselian as he pushed the gates open, immediately overcome with a relief of her largest fear, before he collapsed into an unconscious state. She was shocked at first, then overcome by an anger that clearly showed on her face as to why there had been a pause, those around her were hesitant to disturb him, or the warriors that had come back as though they were strangers not to be trusted. She searched the faces around her, and realized they were stricken with a faint fear as they gazed at the small number of soldiers that had returned, doubt seeming to emit from their very presences.
The room was empty, as she had requested…
She rung out a folded cloth after having dunk it in a bucket of ice-cold water. She leaned forward on the stool she sat on, placed beside the bed Damselian was now resting upon. She dabbed gently at his forehead with the cool cloth, wiping away the blood and dirt that coated his face. Her face was serene and filled with patience as she waited for him to pull through and a faint, yet distinct hint of apprehension revealed in her eyes. She brought her lips to his ear and, softly, she whispered his name…
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Post by Damselian on Sept 7, 2003 1:08:51 GMT -5
Damselian moaned in fear, his eyes locked on the Balor demon outside his house, looking for more victims. He ducked below his mother's bloody corpse as the creature looked his way, poking his head up at the worst time possible about 5 seconds later. The Balor demon had grown suspicious of that window and now had its worries, if you could call them that, confirmed. Dams eyes widened in fear as he felt the air around him grow deeply cold, as though the very oxygen bowed in the wake of destruction that the Balor was about to cause. It bellowed a great, vicious roar, and a huge cone of acid sprayed from its mouth and distintegrated the wall that kept him from slaying Damselian.
The creature then laughed fiercely, causing a single tear to run down Dam's cheek and down the side of his face. The air suddenly heated up as did the tear, and he felt that single tear turn to liquid flame as it ran down his chin and disappeared. He screamed loudly, his pain filled voice so sudden that it surprised even the demon who stood before him so wickedly. It brought its hand up and covered it's ears, the terrible ringing in its ears already starting and it seemed the damage had been done. Dams crawled up onto the dirt outside what was left of the ruins of his home and ran toward the creature, his zanbatou swinging back as he neared the Balor. As he got to about 4 feet away he leaped up and swung the huge blade down at the foe's head, and thanks to its weight, his strength, and the momentum pulling him down, he was able to basically split the d**ned thing right down the middle.
As he felt the tip of the blade hit the soft earth he fell to his knees and passed out, his clothing covered in warm, crimson blood...
He suddenly awoke to the sound of his beautiful companion's voice... Culhilien's voice. As he awakened from his strange dream he felt a cool cloth run along his forehead, causing him to relax even more-so. He opened his eyes and looked up into hers and smiled slightly, just pleased to be back here with her and not on the ground about to explode.
He spoke calmly, his voice deep but not overly deep, and was a pleasant sound to hear most of the time. His voice gave his allies confidence, while giving his enemies a deep rooted fear, especially if he happend to be smirking at them at the same time. So he spoke "Hey babe...thank you" then closed his eyes once again as his hands moved up to wrap around her upper body for a warm hug...
Meanwhile in Tanthruo a soldier for the United Aliance(No, its not a typo...) was slain at the hands of Thorn, a bounty hunter known to be quite deadly...But little did Thorn know, he had a hunter on his trail too, a man named Jonhe Doughe(Hehe, yes, its John Doe). Jonhe was an extremely accurate thrower, and his weapon of choice was a large amount of poisoned daggers and poisoned sai. He wore all black, a dyed black leather vest, black dyed cargo pants that held most of his blades, and a black cowboy hat, that hid his features. He also wore small black shoes that seemed to fit his feet like gloves, and he never took them off, because they seemed to allow him to run at extremely high speeds somehow.
As Jonhe creeped up on Thorn he brought a pair of his poisoned sai from his vest, then ducked low behind a bush and watched Thorn. He whistled loudly, using the somewhat limited skill in projecting his voice so it sounded like it came from somewhere else to trick Thorn into thinking soldier reinforcements were sneaking up on him from the bushes on the other side of the path. Though it was obvious that this wasnt true because Thorn would probably spot Jonhe's black hat poking out of the top of the bush thanks to his 'skill' in stealth. After speaking Jonhe chuckled quietly to himself and waited for Thorn to come over, knowing he was supposed to take the man alive...
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Post by SickAndWretched on Sept 7, 2003 2:33:25 GMT -5
Thorn was walking with crossed arms. Thorns ear flinched, he stopped walking, and dropped the bloodied bag at the sound of what seemed like a human voice whistling. He had a difficult time pinpointing the sound. "One sound can't come from all directions.. hmm" The thick spiked chain dropped from out his black cut off cloak (it only goes down to his waist). Thron lower his right arm from the cloak and grab the base of the chain. (ooc)he has black gloves on that the spikes on the chains can't cut through(ooc) "Lets see where you are, sir. Shall we?" Thorn craked a smile, "I think we shall!" Thorn spun around and his chain seemed to grow as he spun slashing all the nearby foliage. His deep purple eyes flashed a bright yellow at site of a black hat. Thorn quickly aimed the chain but by the time he noticed he could hit the top of the hat knocking it off the wearer. Thorn growled, "I don't have time to play." And he scooped up the bag and started to run toward the town. His chain dragged on the ground but looked as if it was retracting into his arm. The sharp "devil-tail" shaped weight at the end of the chain fit smouthly on Thorns wrist.
Darts landed just as Thorn pick up his feet. "Interesting weapon you have there." a voice said, again seeming to be from all angles.
"I must have a bounty on my head. Ha! maybe I shouldn't have killed all those bounty receptionists. I gotta remember that those pissy little thingyheads are still part of the police.. " Thorn thought to himself, and laughed abit at that thought.
After about a mile, he could see the town. Darts still nearly kissing his feet with each step. Suddenly they stopped. "Must have run out of them", he thought.
His pursuer appeared in front of him. "Well aren't the hasty one, eh?" Thorn attemped to ram through him without a reply. Johne step outta the way to Thorn's left. Thorn quickly changed the hand that the bag was as his eyes glowed that bright yellow again, and he throw his left arm and another chain appeared from out his forearm. John was surprise and attemped to move out of the way, but Thorn hit Johne in the left sholder only damaging him slightly. Still, Johne flew to the ground and Thorn made off.
He arrived in town, aware the his pursuer was still after him. He went to the local bounty office and handed in the head. "Only 150 bucks! I thought it was more," he mummbled as he looked to see if there was a bounty on his head. There wasn't. Thorn sighed a whatever, and walked to the town inn. At the inn, he had dinner and when to his room.
That night, he had a familar dream though it was quite incoherant. Flashes of a town being destoried by a large Balor, and of a ritual. From what Thorn could tell the ritual involved a boy being put in a circle while robed men stood around chanting something. Everything about the dream was hazy and confusing. Thorn woke up in a cold sweat with a yell. He jumped out the bed and fell to the floor. he got up on his knees panting and gasphing. His head flung back and he let out another deep painful yell until he collapsed. The last thing he heard was the door being forced open. Johne ran in.
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Post by TranceRolin on Sept 7, 2003 11:11:24 GMT -5
Rolin stood up, still holding his cloak around him for warmth. He looked into the dark abyss in front of him, seeing almost no signs of life. A few dragons flying around here and there as sentries, with the camp of whatever remained of a militant group in front of the town's main gates. Rolin was bored, but he had guard duty for another few hours. Even the second in command of a famous troop like the Azure Blade had to do menial tasks such as this on occasion.
A flame dimly flickered in it's lamp on a barrel filled with arrows behind him. A few dozen of Rolin's men whom couldn't find shelter in a town inn had set up tents in the shadow of the wall surrounding the town. Only a few of the soldiers were with him on the wall, none of which he knew. All of them looked scared, but smiled whenever Rolin or one of his men passed by. Rolin could tell that even though they hadn't fought yet in this immediate area, the Azure Blade was just installed to keep morale high among the other troops guarding the town and to make the people still living in the area feel safe.
Rolin sighed, and waited for his duty to end . . .
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Post by Busterman Zero on Sept 7, 2003 19:39:02 GMT -5
Zhane Silverhawk, often called Zero, trugged up the staris to where Rolin sat on guard duty at the top of the wall. The two had served together for quite a while, but they weren't really friends, more of what you might call drinking buddies. They shared the usual camraderie that Zero believe all soldiers should share. Alas for him, his views on how an army should be commanded has kept him from a promotion for quite a while now. It didn't falter him, as he didn't think of himself as a leader anyways. In fact, once he got older, he planned to retire and become a blacksmith, as his years with the Azure Blade had taught him much about weapons and armor.
Sure enough, Rolin sat by a barrel of arrows, watching for signs of danger. Zero came up beside him and tossed him a small flask. "Officer's ale ration," he said with a smile. "Nothing like staring at a few of those magnificent yet deadly beasts for a few hours to drive a man's thirst, eh?"
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Post by TranceRolin on Sept 7, 2003 20:05:55 GMT -5
Rolin caught the flask with a smile, but without turning to Zhane, then took a swig and turned to him.
"Yeah, just thinking about em makes my throat dry!" Rolin bellowed out a laugh. "So, how goes the ladies? Been busy at the pub, Zero?" Rolin continued, still laughing.
Rolin took another drink from the flask, then placed it beside him, and looked out to the sky just above the horizon. For a moment, the dragons passed out of sight, the crenallated wall crept below his view, and he forgot about everything that was going on . . . But peaceful moments are short-lived, as he felt a chill; Something brewing on his horizon.
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Post by Busterman Zero on Sept 7, 2003 20:28:19 GMT -5
Zero sighed. "The women are flocking over all the soldiers, as usual," he said while staring out at the abyss. "I'm not lookinf for some woman who will gladly jump into bed with me because I'm a warrior. No, I want someone who looks past physical attractions and titles. But the more I travel with our force, the more I wonder if that someone does not exist...I wonder if-" Zero prompty stopped as he felt a change in the wind. "d**n, it feels like we've got trouble," he said as he drew and readied his longbow. "The wind was a weak breeze, but now it's stronger, and coming from an angle. I think you know what's coming." Sure enough, there was a loud roar, and a purple blob became visible in the sky. The blob got closer, and began to have a defined shape, a shape that Zero both marveled at and loathed at the same time.
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Post by TranceRolin on Sept 7, 2003 20:54:09 GMT -5
Rolin stood up, and the various soldiers on that wall did as well. In the distance, a rather large flock of dragons flew towards the town. "I've never heard of purple dragons before . . . They must be just like their masters." Rolin's hands slowly crept inside his cloak, to his left side. One grabbed his bow, and the other two arrows grasped between his fingers. He took them out, put the arrows to the bow's tightly strung string, and pointed the arrows down. He held the arrows between his fingers in his left hand, which held his bow as well.
Rolin's face became stern, and his eyes narrowed, as he watched two patrolmen on their dragons outside get killed by the horde of oncoming dragons. He looked just below them and saw a stampede of the undead, charging as fast as they could to keep up with the dragons.
Standing still, staring into the oncoming vanguard, Rolin yelled, "Sound the alarms! The enemy is here, and they have learned to control dragons!" Rolin turned to Zhane, and his tone became harsh and cold. "Gather as many men as you can find and make way to the dragons, double mount to save time. I'll get Cierra, Allos, and Ehre so that we can take off more quickly." His right hand dropped to his side, and he flung his cloak back behind his back using his shoulders. Rolin started running down the stairs, and as soon as he reached the ground, he turned back up to Zhane. "Hurry, Zero! We don't have much time, d**nit!"
With that, Rolin ran to the tents. He grabbed two of the best warriors in the group, Ehre and Allos, and then got their leader, Cierra, to hurry to their dragons.
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Post by Busterman Zero on Sept 7, 2003 21:16:22 GMT -5
Zero reacted quickly, running along the wall, searching for a place to get down while firing arrows at the dragons. A lucky shot nailed a beast's eye, but the rest were hardly effective. A pair of soldiers leaped off the dragon with their spears at ready. He tossed his bow over the side of the wall and drew his long sword, all while flipping backwards. The spears' tips crashed into the stone where he had been standing, and a quick flick of the sword arm sent one soldier's head clattering to the ground. The second one hesitated, and Zero took advantage of that to jump and drive his weapon into the soldier's chest. Zero withdrew his weapon, and jumped over the side of the wall, and ended up landing on a pile of straw, beside his longbow. Unfortunately, there was a pile of stone underneath it. Not bad enough to crack a bone, but there would be a bruise for sure.
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Post by SickAndWretched on Sept 7, 2003 21:37:59 GMT -5
Johne was carries Thorn down the stairs when the alrams were sounded. He hurried down the stairs, but the wieght of Thorn's body slowed him. And a necklace that Thorn was wearing fell to the ground. Thorn began to shake uncontrolably, and shook free of Johne's grasp. Thorn's skin began to change color. His body began to grow and seemed to wrap around his clothes. Thorn coughed and a greenish liquid ran out of his mouth, burning his flesh abit.
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Post by TranceRolin on Sept 7, 2003 21:40:02 GMT -5
Rolin, Cierra, Ehre, Allos, and a handful of other soldiers arrived at the dragons. Whomever wasn't mounting a dragon were firing arrows at the dragons beginning to fly overhead.
As per the usual fashion, Rolin would mount with Ehre and Cierra with Allos. Rolin ran up to his dragon, Mearas, and petted him as Ehre mounted. Mearas lowered his head and wings so that Rolin could mount more quickly, and then took off with a roar.
Ehre and Rolin fired arrows at the distorted purple dragons flying around the area, injuring a few of them which at most discouraged them. Mearas slashed one of the undead dragons across the jaw with his top left claw, sending the undead dragon falling into a house. With a roar, he soared higher into the sky, and Rolin and Ehre deposited the rest of their remaining arrows into the flock of undead dragons circling the town square where the Azure Blade's dragons were trying to take off. All of the enemy dragons landed, whether they tried to or were injured beyond ability to fly. Those of the enemy that could walk began their march through the town, killing mercilessly. Practically all of the dragons that had come with the enemy had now fallen.
Mearas landed right in the middle of the action, and Ehre and Rolin didn't hesitate to jump off of his back. Surrounded, spare for a few of the Azure Blade troops that made it to the square fast enough, they unsheathed their weapons; Rolin, with his great sword almost as long as he was tall, and Ehre, with his mighty halberd that he could barely carry around on his back, being so heavy. Rolin and Ehre circled, back to back, weapons in front of them pointing straight ahead of each of them. Mearas was already eating, tearing through, and crushing any of the undead unfortunate enough to oppose him, but Rolin and Ehre stopped, and became motionless.
Their breaths, heavy. Their wills, strong. Their odds, poor. Just the way they liked it.
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