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Post by tvirusmonkey on Jan 19, 2007 19:28:17 GMT -5
oh ok.
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Post by tvirusmonkey on Jan 19, 2007 20:00:41 GMT -5
In the Ancient Castle, the belonged to the first king and queen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two gaurds standing at a small scouting tower. Both wore the emblem of the Resistance. In the distance, a caravan of refuges were coming to the castle. The guards came off there post, and went down to check the refuges when the past. They examined each person. All clear. Then the last person came, he was the Lord of the Town that was destroyed by the vampires. His arm as in a sling and he had a eye patch. He knew what to do, he took off patch, and he removed parts of the sling so they could see his injury. He seemed alright, except for his arm. It had a massive burn on it, but no bites could be seen. The guards knew they had to keep him out, but that would take time and they were already wore out. The shift ended in a few minutes, so they let him by. In the camp the lord went to a small fountain. He took a few drinks, then his arm had a small convulsion. He shook horribly unable to stop. All of sudden it just stopped. His eyes where almost black, and his teeth had grown. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On a Hill over looking hte Castle
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A army of Vampire stood watching the caravan. In the lead of the army was a rotting undead horse. On top of the Horse was a vampire around 7'8". His wrist blades tightly attached, and his blood-colored sword hanged off his belt. "He has turned. What he is hearing and seeing now proves it. This is one of the resistances refuge camps," spoke the Vampire. "Now go my Brothers and Sisters, Destroy alll the humans and burn the castle to the ground,"
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[Resistance New Letter/i]
Today my fellow races, the resistance needs your help. The Vampires have been killing our people. To protect our people from these abominations, we will need Warriors, Strong Warriors. Like You, so if you wish to enlist in the Resistance. Come the Battle Ground of the King.
Captain Garma
Maythis threw the letter on the ground. "Finnaly a resitance movement. This might be a good time to kill demons," Thought Maythis and then he headed the Battle Grounds.
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Post by jackkrauser on Jan 19, 2007 21:21:35 GMT -5
Legault picked up the crumpled letter from the wet grass. His worn shoes kicked up dirt around him as he paced. A new resistance movement, eh? He would see this "Captain" Garma. Legault walked towards the closest township. His daggers dangled loosely at his side. The air was cool and droplets of dew gathered on his brow. He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he thought about what he should say to the Captain. <i>I'm...sneaky. I could be of some use. Thieving, assassinating. Dirty stuff, just give me a reason to live. Give me bodies to kill.</i>
"Hey you! Yeah, yeh scrawny one! You got any money on yeh!?" "Hey boss, his cloak looks nice and soft, betcha that'll get a pretty penny!" "Ay, let's get him!"
Four bandits had walked out from behind the trees ahead of Legault. He looked up from watching his boots hitting the hardened dirt. They were all brutes, all four carrying short swords and spare hatchets, probably woodsmen in need of money. Except for one more he almost didn't see, hidden in the forest' shadow, holding a long rapier at his side. He truly was going to feel bad. They all charged, except for the one in shadow. He stepped back, dodging a sword blow. He jerked forward, smashing one of the bandit's head with the handle of his dagger. Another countered by swinging a heavy mallet. Legault rolled around behind him and grabbed the unconcious one's sword. He slashed two more of the attacker's in the back, finishing with a spinning stroke, beheading both. The last charged him with both weapons raised. Legault seemed to blend with the dying light, running at his enemy, who swung, through Legault as if he was thin air. He appeared behind the last thug and slit his jugular with his wicked looking hooked blade. Legault looked at the treeline, but the last fighter was gone from his sight. Legault wiped the dirt from his cape and walked on.
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Post by henrycole on Jan 21, 2007 2:15:48 GMT -5
''My master! There is a letter particulary addressed to you.'' said one of his soldiers. He left a yellow envellope with a sort of odd emblem, mostly used by Resistancien in these rough times. He left the cold balcony, wich changed the view of the northern snowy-mountains, to a respectable looking lonely taverne hanged up high in the mountains. The armored soldier made his salute to his Lord before joining a round table, to discuss, with other soldiers and militian, possible reason or enlightment to the news of the ground world, and it's current situation. Anamis grabbed the envellope with hopes of good news. He opened it with the help of his dagger and read it. Scraching his beard, he walked toward the round table with the letter. ''Everybody, listen.'' said Anamis. Each one of them soldiers stopped chatting or drinking ale, and listened. ''We had an help call, from the battle ground of the king. We all know well this place, we fought there many times already. We'll journey their in three hours. So everybody look at the map table to know the course rout out of this secluded mountains.'' One of Anamis archer stood up. ''But my Lord, you don't think of seriously going out tonight in this cold desert region, with that blizzard going on!?'' he said. Anamis looked at him with fiery eyes. ''We can all do this, the call of the kings where spoken and i must not make them wait any longer! Don't you forget how the king alliance protected me in war times? It's time for me to pay back. Doubt me, and you'll be exiled, is that clear?''. That was clear enough. The archer sat back on his chair, knowing he had no choice but to oblige to his master's will. Anamis burnt the letter in the fireplace and was about to prepare his army to leave for war.
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Post by jackkrauser on Jan 21, 2007 12:13:11 GMT -5
"Mhm well if I join I could put my blade towards a real use, then again, I'm no god, I could be killed. Money wouldn't be too bad to have. Mhm, a tough decision says I."
Legault had finally reached the City of the King. It busled with activity in the midmorning. Blacksmiths had just stoked their fires up, cows were being brought to the square and children scuffled around, trying to pickpocket unknowing nobles. One small dirty haired boy swiped for Legaults coins, he grabbed the boys wrist and whirled around him, getting on his knees.
"Aye, you have good form, but to pickpocket another thief, now wise, lad. Now see here, I'll get you some chinks."
Legault walked over to a large set man in a red robe, the color of royalty. The fat noble was yelling and kicking at peasents to move out of his way.
"Why sir, I find it easier if you just walk through." "Ah, so someone sympathizes with my plight, many nobles say 'well they're people too'. Bah, scum, all scum, eh? "Quite indeed, ah, they've moved along, good day siree." "And to you, my man."
Legault walked back to the boy, dropping a few gold coins into his hand.
"As I gestured with my left hand to the peasents I grabbed it with my right. Get your prey to trust you, that's the trick. Now move along, boy."
The young boy ran back to his house, eager to show his mother the money he "found". Legault walked into the nearest bar, figuring whoever was giving these jobs away under the King would find him. He sat in the corner and lit a pipe. In the shade of his corner all the other customers would see was a bobbing red dot, and his face lightly illuminated in the pitch.
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Post by tvirusmonkey on Jan 21, 2007 13:07:14 GMT -5
"You show some skill demon slayer. You may be a great assintance to us, for the vampires have allied themselves with the demons. You know during these days most people dont even know how to fight demons. So will join?" asked Garma. Maythis stood and didnt listen to any word he said, he just looked at the ground and the people running around it. Where he stood used to be a war ground where many battles have been fought. Every evil race tryed to destroy the humans and their alliances with the other races. None could win. Several years after the last war, they decided the make the battleground a memorial. It was made like a chess board, it even had statues of great warriors, and evil creatures. After the the place become popular, they made a city around it. Soon it became the capital, but that was after Nefrados took riegn. "Hello are you there, i said will you join," annouced the captain. "Oh sorry i was just thinking of this place, but i will join," Then Maythis put his hands up in a salute. "At ease, now for your first mission i want to search the city for any body that may be good to recruit. can you do that," commanded Garma. Maythis looked up with a snear in his mouth," Yes"
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Post by jackkrauser on Jan 21, 2007 14:40:19 GMT -5
Legault signaled a waitress over to his corner.She walked over, asking him if he desired anything. His eyes teetered on places they shouldn't have been for a moment and he leaned close to her.
"I believe a hot drink will do, anything really. Just hot."
She blushed and scampered away. Legault had no time for women though, sometimes he couldn't help being a stunning gent though. He took the steaming mug from the waitress' hands when she came back. He put his pipe down and took a sip. It was disgusting. He held onto it anyway. His hands were always cold. He couldn't feel it, but others could, which is why he usually wore a pair of thin and worn black gloves. They were broken from the knuckles up so he could go about his thieving ways with ease though.
He scanned the crowd again. No one looked particularly strong, although most were soldiers. There was one in particular that drew his eye though. A tall slender man, maybe 6'3". He had longish dark blonde hair. It hit him that he was the one that watched the thugs attack him. All the blonde guy did was look at the fire. Legault figured that soon, he would kill this man. Maybe when they left. To be near a brawl with a sword and not draw, disrespectful. He took another sip of his drink with a grimace.
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Post by henrycole on Jan 21, 2007 22:09:41 GMT -5
Anamis scrolled his eyes in the lighted room, his soldiers where preparing to leave the warm troubled hostel to a dangerous vast region. Anamis put his hood on and closed his cloak. The room thrilled with adrenaline, the soldiers where pushing themselves to suit their cold metal armors with a thin coton cloaks on it. If Anamis had higher funds, he would have had hired a prest to enchant his soldier so they better resist the cold.
Anamis Cleared his voice. ''Everyone!'' Everybody got on their knee. ''It is the time for us to depart, we will march toward the great mountains, and in the land we seek. But be aware that we may encounter many enemys...'' About the whole hundred warriors of anamis stood up. ''We are with you!'' and with that, they sheated their swords and grabed their tower shields. ''Follow me!'' Anamis said to his army. Has he ran through the taverne, he grabbed a small purse on his side, containing gold pieces, and threw it at the innkeeper. A bright light appeared in his eyes, when greed and riches where spoken into the mans earth. He threw a small ''Thanks ma'Lord!'' before Anamis passed through the threshold of the huge double door.
From high in the air, one could see small and sneaky, fast dots running out of the taverne. The dots didn't seemed to stop flowing out of the inn until a good hundred of them made their way out. And at its head, Lord Anamis lead them to the mountains.
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Post by Tony Jones on Jan 22, 2007 20:57:50 GMT -5
Name: Aeonos Age: 30 Sex: Male Race: Night Elf Apperence: fantasyanime.com/legacy2/images/live_art21.jpgClass: Craftmage: A mage that uses his skills to enchant things. Can enchant weapons, amulets, and various other things. Can also mold the magic into different shapes. Class Promotion: Smithmage: A master Craftmage. Can now form temporary weapons out of fire, wind, and thunder. Weapons: None, besides his magic. Magic or Special Phsyical Moves: Flame/Wind/Thunder Spinner, forms the magic into a disk that can cut through a lot of things. Flame/Wind/Thunder Impact, forms the energy into a sphere that explodes on contact. Affliction: Lawful Bio:Aeonos came from a small island just off the coast of the southern continent. Thusly, he knew about the southern dragons and was fascinated. When a merchant ship came to capture some dragons to sell, he tried to stop him and got beaten badly, got his tounge ripped out, and was then thrown off the ship. He awoke to find a mage leaning over him. This mage would become his mentor. He lived with the mage for several years, before setting off on a journey, not to return until he was a Smithmage. It was a rite of passage. Side: Scattered Remnants
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Post by tvirusmonkey on Jan 23, 2007 19:17:59 GMT -5
ummm lawful what?
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Post by Tony Jones on Jan 23, 2007 19:26:36 GMT -5
Hm? I'm confused. Lawful/Good, I guess.
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Post by tvirusmonkey on Jan 23, 2007 21:10:31 GMT -5
ok that works
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Post by henrycole on Feb 4, 2007 19:00:15 GMT -5
Anamis stopped his running when he was about a good hundred feet from the town gate. From where they where. They could see very well the abrupt and deadly mountains. Anamis eyes shifted to his second in command, he started to speak, but noticed quikly that his voice was grabbed by the wind. He shouted instead. ''Hegan! What do you think of this! Is there another way we can reach the other side of the cliff other than the mountain top!?'' Hegan quikly came to his Lord ears and spoke. ''I'm not sure, we could always pass throught the canyon not very far from here, but its probably filled with Wendigo and Yeti. It would be a very perillous journey.'' ''What tells you there will be any? Its too cold here, even for their sorts...Beside, i don't want to lose any men in vain, if we use the mountain summit, we'll all die for nothing and dying for nothing doesn't stand an inch closer to dying with honor anyway. Thats it, this conversation is over, Hegan, i made my mind, we are going through the canyon.'' Hegan nodded, he didn't seem to agree, but Anamis didn't care. Hegan shouted to the army. ''ANAMIS HAS SPOKEN! WE ARE GOING UNDERGROUND!'' But has Hegan was about to lit his torch, Anamis threw it on the ground and hid the flames. ''We wont want followers! Espesially unwanted followers! In these recent times, im sure we are watched uppon. Giving our position to the enemy could gave them a large advantage...'' Hegan did nothing else than nod, he knew that Anamis had many knowledge, and he'll never argue with him either. They went forth to find the canyon.
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Post by tvirusmonkey on Feb 4, 2007 23:12:16 GMT -5
Yay a post, well im gonna post tomorrow since its night and im not up to post something right now.
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Post by henrycole on Feb 4, 2007 23:53:53 GMT -5
kk, ill post in the other ones too.. must not make them die!!!
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