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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 10:15 am
A large puff of smoke covers the room momentarily until finally a shadow is seen through the fog. A cloaked man stands up atop a barrel, holding a small banjo-like instrument. He stood 5'6, with ice blue eyes that were hidden by the shadow of his low hood. His rarely seen hair was bone white, and a distinct scar traveled from his left brow, down over his eye, and partially down his cheek. Peeking out from behind his long black cloak is clearly the handle of a medium sized crossbow made of fine elven wood, and next to it a long and slender dagger in its sheath. He has, what looks like a common gnomish engineering belt full of small zippers and holsters for various items, around his waist and two leather packs attached to the left side of his belt. His shirt and pants are both a dark brown, and loose to his skinny body. A black ferret with orange stripes around its belly lays alert on his shoulder. He was clearly out of his mind, or maybe a bard. Elrohir Aldarion, he was known as. Elrohir lets out a bow to the audience that was not there and hops down from the barrel, a smile on his face.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:42 pm
~Everything will be okay in the end Sammi stepped out of the mist, and shook off her deep violet traveling cloak as she walked into the guild. "Hi everyone!" The tiny girl said perkily. She was a sixteen year old who could pass as a ten year old. Sammi was quick to smiling, and also to tears. She was easily upset, but that wasn't going to stop her grand entrance. She padded over the wooden floor, and went to flop into a soft brown chair. Sitting down, Sammi decided that she couldn't just be there in a new guild without making a scene. Jumping up on the chair, she opened her mouth wide to make an announcement. "I-" That was all she got out before Sammi went tumbling to the floor. She had lost her balance and was now laying sprawled out, laughing. They were just another few scrapes and bruises she would add to her ever growing collection. If it's not okay, it's not the end~
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 7:44 pm
A pair of green eyes along with ghostly whites appeared in the doorway of the guild. A young girl with pink short hair stepped in, a ghostly cat scarf wrapped around her neck along with a sparkling halo on her head and a pair of angelic wings.
Her cats ears perked up at all the people in the room as she snuck in, fan in hand and cat tail wagging behind her. "Hey everybody. Glad to meet you all! Name's The Sphinxyness, but you can all call me Sphinx. And please keep it down my Gwee is sleeping."she said in a whispered tone, pointing on her back to a sleeping baby green dragon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 11:16 pm
A firery red head peaks in, her green eyes cautious. "Hi?" Slowly she enters the rest of the way ready to bolt, "I dont know what to say...I'm Indi-Scarga." Sitting crossed legged immeaditly not caring of the fact that she's wearing a skirt she allows a smile across her face. "Please just call me Indi, and I apologise in advance if I"m slow repsonding sometimes." The smile widens, "I'm just imtimadated by the other writers and want the perfect response."
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 3:09 am
((Welcome to the guild everyone. Nice to see you here. ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 10:01 pm
Blackout entered into the guild hall. He politely put out his cigarette, but kept the unlit stud in his mouth, His weapons remained drawn to symbolize his eternal readiness. Black decides not to say anything. He would much rather let his actions speak louder that his words.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 4:22 pm
Thunder roared as the rain steadily poured unto the roof and windows of the building. A strong gust of wind blew the doors open, causing them to hit the walls with a bang. Lightning flashed, causing the figure standing in the open door to be a mysterious silhouette. Everyone turned their heads to the stranger, some even pulling out their weapons. When the figure stepped into the poorly lit diner, everyone turned their heads back and others sheathed their weapons. It was just a young lad, of maybe 13, maybe 14 years. He had long black hair that covered his left eye, while showing his brilliantly violet right eye. He wore a black scarf that covered his nose and mouth, a wide brimmed black hat, a black overcoat that seemed to be a little bit too big for him, black wool gloves, and black shoes. Though he had been standing in the rain for so long, not a single drop of water was on his clothes. He took none of these things off, even though the diner was heated. He took sat in a booth far away from everyone else, and took a sketch pad from his bag. His bag was very strange, stranger than him even. It was the only thing that wasn't colored black.
It was a white bag that had not a stain or smudge on it, and seemed to glow under the low light. It had many intricate designs on it, and it had not a bulge in it; it seemed to be able to have unlimited space. He sat facing everybody, occasionally looking up from his sketchpad, ignoring the waitress who came to serve him. Some people had begun to notice that he was sketching them, and moved out of his view. Though one man, one very tough looking biker poser man, walked up to him. "What do you think you're doing?!" he seemed to shout at the boy, who completely ignored him.
"I said, what. are. you. DOI--" he couldn't say anymore, for the boy had stuck his hand out across the table and grabbed the man's neck, at what seemed to be light speed. "Ack--ek--!" was all he could say before he fell unconscious. The boy had made sure not to kill him. Some of the people didn't know that, and started screaming, while the others people, the experienced fighters, took out their weapons. But, before they could do anything, lightning flashed, and the boy was gone.
"I think I'm going to like this place..." Kamajii said, even though he was gone, it could be heard through the diner.
(Was that a little to lengthy? Lol.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 10:14 pm
The girl rode one the white dragon as it flew through the sky. She looked at the land below. She looked away, remembering she hated heights. She looked at the clouds as she past by them. "You think we lost them Hikaru? I can't believe that guy would try to take you away from me like that. I'm never going to have that happa....... What are you looking at Hikaru?" she asked the white dragon, which was looking behind itself. The girl looked back and saw the man from before on a black dragon.
"Oh no! He caught up. That black dragon is so fast! Hikaru, dive bomb!" she yelled. Hikaru nodded and dove down towards the land below. The black dragon did the same. Hikaru dove straight down. She couldn't keep her eyes open. But, when Hikari got far down from the black dragon, it flipped to face it. The girl opened her eyes., "Mega flare!" she told Hikaru, and the white dragon shot out a giant laser. But, the man jumped of the black dragon before impact and flew down and tackled the girl off her dragon. "Get off of me!" she scream as she did what should could. The man reached for her book. "No, you're after Hikaru again." she said and grabbed her book and held it away. The man punched her in the stomach and she dropped it, air stripped away by the punch. the man went for the book. "No.... I won't allow you to have it!" she said while falling. She clapped her hands together and turned into a frog. She use her long tongue to grabbed the man, but missed. Her tongue grabbed something else, the man book. The man looked up at the frog as the frog turned back into the girl. She held the man's book and smirked. "I summon, Kage, the dragon of shadow!" she said and the black dragon from before appeared and caught her. "Kage, fly me down to get my book. Hikaru, finish him off." she called out. Kage dove down, past the man and the girl rode it to catch up with her falling book. She grabbed it and looked up. "Hikaru!" she called out. Hikaru then shot a blast at the man, but the man disappeared before it could touch him. But out of no where, a bolt hit Kage and the girl fell off. As soon as she was about to hit the ground, Hikaru caught her and hit the floor and recoiled. She looked at Hikaru and rubbed it's stomach, "Thank you." she said and then Kage flew down to her and looked at them. It licked her face and she smiled, "Welcome to team Sakura, Kage. I'm Shari, Shari Sakura." she smiled and looked around, wondering where that man went and where that bolt came from. It didn't matter now, she had now both Hikaru, dragon of light, and Kage, dragon of shadow. "Where are we anyway.........."
(( Not as much as mine ^.^ ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:12 pm
Tora found herself lost in a rather strange place. It happened often. She sighed and looked around, pushing her small, red glasses back in place. Her long brown hair was swept up in a hair clip, revealing the usually hidden leopard print tattoo on the back of her neck. Blue eyes stared at the words in front of her. A last fidget with her blue pajamas before letting herself get lost in another world.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 3:43 pm
Tohru entered the hall, her bamboo staff held tightly on her back. Her pet ferret Heero was riding quietly on her shoulder.
It had been three days since she had left her villiage. She had heard of this place and wanted to venture to it, breaking free from the everyday traditions of her very small home. She was excited to see thw world, and had heard that this place would provide her with the magic and adventure she had yearned to experience since childhood.
She sat down on a nearby stool and order herself a glass of water. Once she got it, she pulled out a small glass bowl from her knapsack and poured some water in it for Heero before taking a sip herself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 3:45 pm
A new person had appeared, strolling in casually and swinging a scarlet lacquered cane from one elegantly manicured hand. She wore a flowing crimson gown with a corseted bodice, a plumed hat of the same fabric perched atop her dark auburn hair. The upper half of her face was hidden behind a black scaled halfmask that perched on her face with no apparent need for a means of support, the eyes inset with milky white crystals and concealing whatever might lie behind them. Around her throat, a velvet ribbon choker had been tied, a small quarter-sized circular silver pendant hanging from it.
As she stroleld casually to the center of the floor, she left behind in the wake of her sweeping skirts a trail of brilliant fire, springing up from her footsteps and flaring out to either side of her like great, silent-roaring wings spread in majestic defiance. UNfolding slowly from her back, a second pair of wings, these of black leather stretched between fleshed-in, long and elegant bones. Brilliant skulls branded into the stretching leather as those wings unfurled grinned with spectral light, betraying from the slowly-moving demon a source of power far beyond the meager means of hell.
"I am the nameless one, human born and human bred for a hundred and twenty-seven generations unto my sire and dam. I was reborn in the first waters of Hell itself and spat back from those ebon gates unchained and unbroken. I rain fire, hail, brimstone, and war upon those that betray me and mine. For mine is the Fifteenth House Noble among the throngs of Hell, and mine is the station of war-lord and matron. The symbol of my House and protection is the red diamond with black center. Touch with hand or eye of ill one who bears that mark and lean that my wrath is as undying as I myself, an avatar of the very fates themselves, am."
With that, the goddess planted the ferrule of her cane solidly on the floor and swept her skirt out wide in an immaculate, perfect curtsey to the assembled watchers, the fire of her wake dying away as her body dropped, revealing behind her a line of perhaps twenty various persons, of all descriptions and types, some of whom the mark she had mentioned was not even readily visible on.
((I'm really not as scary as the redhead would have you think I am, I swear.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:40 pm
Lightning crackled outside of the large palace. Thunder roared through the black sky, in response to the electrical discharge. A cold, blizzard-like wind whipped around the outside as well. Outside of the palace, within the rest of the world everything was coated in destruction and turmoil, while inside everything remained peaceful and dark.
"Master." The word was repeated once more. Within the palace, life was stirring; quite franticly at that.
"Master." Repeated at the exact same tone and with the same quiet voice, the person remained soft. Yet, it was enough for the goal to be acheived.
Awaking from his slumber, the teen kept his eyes closed. "What do you want Anurla?" The voice was hoarse and harsh. Apparently, they still required sleep.
"Master, you've been summoned to the Throne room to speak to someone." The voice responded, still very quiet but now it was much more respectful.
"Who has summoned me?" He responded.
"I don't know. I was told to awake you and take you to there, by force if nessicary."
The eyes creaped open. Anurla was a Incubus. And so, he remained barely clothed. The beautiful face remained inchs above the teen's face. To a normal human, no matter the gender, he would be extremely seductive.
Shadar was no normal human. He was, in fact, a Shadow Demon. Typically, Shadow Demons were very pathetic creatures and were mostly slaves. Oberon, the teen's father changed all of that. With Titania, his mother, they took over the Shadow World.
"Do you enjoy doing this?" Shadar sighed.
"Don't you enjoy making love to me at night?" Anurla questioned, a worried expression on his face as he backed off.
"No." Shadar laughed. Anurla was his best friend, and his slave. The incubus was tasked with making sure the prince was woken up and that he was prepared for the day. That night, the teen fell asleep with his cloths on so getting dressed would be easy. His regal outfit was comprised off a black satin vest and coat with gold trim and a pair of black trousers. Typically, he walked around with no shoes on. Tucking a very special necklace inside of his jacket, the teen hid it from the rest of the world. It was a gift from his human sibling.
Getting off his comfortable plush bed, the teen closed his eyes once more. Anurla approached from behind, and tied a black sash around his eyes. Demon royality was believed to be too sacred to gaze upon commoners. Taking the prince's hand, they began to walk towards the throne room.
Within a few moments, the prince was sitting upon his throne with the person who requested an audience with him.
"Your majesty, your father was killed this morning and your mother committed suicide beside him. Your the only remaining member left of the royal family in all the kingdom. You must sever ties with the human family that raised you." Unlike Anurla, this voice was demanding and harsh. It lacked any emotion.
"What fool dare make demands for the Prince to follow? Who believes themself to be higher then royality?" Shadar remained calm, yet there was a hint of aggitation in his voice.
"My apologies, Your Majesty. It is I the Royal Vizer and newly appointed caretaker of the Prince by the Late Emperor Oberon." This time, the voice backed off. It was a little less pompous but it still had that arrogant tone to it.
"Now, like I was saying. Your father has made the demands that if you are to become emperor that you are to sever ties with the humans and that you are to banish the family's slaves. With them out of the palace, you have to order guards to slay them and that you must watch, in order to sure their deaths for they've commited treason against the empire. Is this understood?" The vizer commanded.
"You say that my father has died. You say that my mother has killed herself. Yet, instead of crying and asking if there is anything that you can do to ease my pain, you make demands of me and say that they are from my father. I've known that father has died and that mother has perished along side of him much longer then you think." Reaching up behind his head, he began to undo the bandages.
"NO. STOP NOW YOUR MAJESTY." This was angry order.
"Only my father can give me orders." Shadar laughed back.
"YOUR FATHER SAID TO NEVER TAKE OFF THE CEREMONIAL SASH." The Vizer yelled.
The black silk fell around the teen's neck. "Don't worry. I'll put it back on just before I leave. That way, no one will know."
The throne room was a vast, gigantic, room. It was constructed out of a black glossy stone, that the humans called Obsidian. Running from the base of the throne to any of the doors was a crimson carpet. Six columns were positioned adjacent to the rug. Upon each of them, was a coiled dragon ready to strike. Each dragon was a different color corresponding to an different element. Blue was Water, Fire was Red, Earth was Green, Yellow was Air, Black was Darkness, White was Light. Each of them was pointed towards the Vizer, growling unhappily.
"He also says that the dragons are to be executed for heresy." Backing away from the creatures, the tubbish man looked like a fattened swine, grown plump because of his high office. 'I guess the same could be said about his ego, believing he could give orders to the Prince.'
"Say Great Dragons. What shall I do with this Pompous fool? Should I feed him to the dogs that will surely bark at me for killing him? Should I offer his body to the Gods? Or should I do as he says?" The teen looked to the dragon's, they were his father's closest of friends.
Agni, the Fire Dragon, spoke first. "Surely, you must do something with him. Enki, the Water, was fast on his heels to answer the next as he slithered down the pole closer to the fat man. "That sounds like an intellegent possiblity." Air was next. "I wouldn't offer him up, he smells and looks awful." Earth waited, his eyes locked with the little creature. "Do as he says." The dragon laughed, ominously.
"Yes. Yes. Do as I say." The Vizer fumbled, his ego going to his head.
Getting off his throne, the teen walked forwards. Getting down on his knees, he began to bow to the 'new emperor'; chanting, all the while, "I will do whatever it is you want."
Orpheus, the dragon of Darkness, crept up behind him. The silent steps were mimicked by Roshan, the Light Dragon, approaching from the front. Actually all of the dragons were nearing the man.
"Wait...What are they doing? Aaaaaahhhh." Raising a claw, they each took a swipe at him. The body was left to lay there as his life began to fade.
Lucero stood up and began to laugh. He could no longer restrain himself. "HAHAHAHAHA." The dragons even joined in.
Sitting upon his throne, the creatures coiled around the columns and watched what the Prince would do with the remains.
"Anurla." The teen called.
"Yes, Master."
"Spread this word. On today, the King and Queen have died. And from that, I have taken root. Tell all that Lucero Oberon Dracul is now the new Shadow Emperor and that I shall crush all that oppose me. As my first act, I shall gather our forces and descend upon a realm which has always belonged to us. We shall take Earth and with Earth has our stepping stone, we annihilate the Light. All will know the power of Darkness. No where shall be left untouched. For this is the Reign of the Darkness."
((Someone's having a little too much fun...))
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 10:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 4:24 pm
At first, there was nothing. The air slowly began to become tinged with the slighest opaqueness, a small sliver of a smile appearing hovering in the air. The sliver grew, and soon an eerie smile in the shape of the moon hung suspended in the air of the Guild entrance hall.
"Hello, new guildmates," The smile spoke without moving. A laugh rang out, and the smile's teeth began to whiten.
"I have no set name, no definite appearance. I am many races, I have many personalities. You will find out as much as you need to in due time. And for the time being, you may call me Paper Jail." Another laugh.
"I'm sure we'll all have much fun together in the times to come."
"But a fair warning..."
Almost as soon as it appeared the smile began to fade.
But the devious grin dissapeared before the warning could be handed out, the only thing ringing in the air a clear, crystalline laugh.
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