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 Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 3:31 pm
Melanie rushed towards the gate, hoping to find the elf still in town. In the distance, Melanie could make out the figure of a graceful creature, clinging on to something box-like. "Amara, wait!" Melanie broke into a slow run, trying to catch up with the elf. "Sorry that took so long, I was delayed. But I think I found something that might intrest you." Melanie extended her hand showing the box to the elf. "Look," she said giggling, "they almost match! Someone gave it to me... I wonder what it is." Melanie rattled the box thoughtlessly trying to hear what was inside of it.
"Do you have any idea what it is, Amara? I wonder what is inside of it. What could it be?" All of these questions where child-like impulsive and pointless. Melanie was in a bubbly child-like mood right now and it showed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 7:57 pm
Amara was off in her own world, listening to the distant rattling of the forest creatures, and the scurring of the parasetic vermins that littered the ground. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. Impusively Amara turned around and came face to face with the siren. Amara looked intently at the box that was basically shoved itno her face, her solemn expression soon changed. Her eyes grew wide. "Where did you get it?" She asked amazed, ignoring the irrelevent questions from the Siren.
Amara looked more closely at the box, running her finger over the familiar texture. "They are almost alike, there is defiantely something about these boxes, now we just have to figure out how to find out what is inside. It is no doubt that they were meant for us." She stopped and placed her finger to her chin and paced back and forth thinking. What was it? It couldnt be the legend? She couldnt have been chosen? The darkness could not have risen? She decided that it was time to share stories with the Siren.
Amara looked towards the Siren, "Have you ever been told of the ancient stories, the story of the fight between the eight elementals. Their powers being encased in weapons, to stop the evil force of darkness. I ask this because I think we are looking at our ancestors powers, right in front of us. I think we are holding the ancient weapons from the legends of our past."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:52 am
((Hello? *Echo's* o_o Hmm... ))
The wagon and those it carried barrely crossed the village boarder when Morgan stretched and spoke back to Clyde and his Uncle while standing even as the wagon was still in motion. "Anyways, thanks again for the ride. It was a nice rest." Morgan glanced back to the three men although his gaze did not settle on one of them individually and he pulled his bag up to his shoulder. Morgan then easily jumped off the back of the wagon although he took one last chance to glance back at Clyde and smirked. I'll await the next we meet Morgan thought before he carried on into the village and disapeared into a small crowd of people.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 11:11 am
((Lukecatboy is in alot of crap with his parents. I'll try to get him on sometime after school, but I don't know when. So he is currently grounded. Really grounded. And sorry I havn't posted in a while. Midterms and the like))
"Don't you mean four elementals?" Melanie snapped, with a slight venom in her voice. "I mean I've heard stories of the four elements, but never 8." Melanie continued on, the venom gone from her voice. "but really? the weopons of the elements? Given to us? That would be amazing!" Melanie continued to bubbly on about how wonderful the boxes where, until she paused. "...how do we open them?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 1:43 pm
((Sorry, there are only 6 elementals in this rp sweatdrop , and I hope LukeCatBoy will be abel to come on soon))
Amara paused, realieved that she wouldnt have to explain the whole tale to the siren. "Yes, I believe we are stuck in the middle of this somehow. I have felt uneasy since the destruction of my village, I believed it was me just being edgy becasue of the attack. Now though.." Amara pused and looked down at the box that she held on to tightly. She looked back to the siren. "I believe something has gone wrong, there is something that isnt right, sometype of disturbance, I really dont know how to explain it. But all I know is that we have a part to do with it, something is going on and we are part of a bigger picture. As for opening the boxes, I have no idea, but I do know they do contain those weapons, and I do know that something must be done. However.. I dont know what that is." Amara stopped and thought everything over in her mind. She tried to think back, to remember every detail of the legend that has been passed on. She cursed herself for not paying as much attention as she should have to Elflore. She turned her heel to the siren. "Until we figure things out, we must continue in the direction which we feel we should. I would much appreciate it, if you would join me. I do not know where I am going, but I believe us meeting is not a coincidence."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:57 am
+ hey I have to take an extended leave from onlie and wont be able to post for a while.... carry on rping without me, or if you need you can find a character to fill my spot. If i can I'll pick up on these when I can +
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 1:52 pm
((Aww.. alright. We'll miss you mean while Fridgity!))
Morgan carried along through the crowd watching the towns folk go about their lifes. It amused him partly because life was so fagil and could be taken away with the least bit of notice, yet these people worked hard to gain their living. People from stands selling food and objects called out to him particularly on occasion although he ignored them and carried on; they offered nothing of his interest. Eventually Morgan came to a stand that sold what he needed. The sales man offered bread and other longer lasting foods along with some blankets and clothing. Morgan took his time going through everything on the table before he dare decide on anything. At a point he noticed a little boy, not much older then eight, walk up to the table and peer up at some of the bread and pasteries that sat convientiantly on the table. The little boy must not have noticed Morgan watching him since the child simply reached up ontop of the table to grab a loaf of bread. Morgan intervieined and grabbed the childs hand just short of the loaf. The child fell ghost white looking up to him to see Morgan shake his head no with a ironic smirk. "Not a good habbit.. stealing." The boy pulled free of him easily and disappeared back into the streets.
"That kid comes back every day to steal a loaf." The sales man said taking notice of what happened.
Morgan looked up to the old man, his brow knitting in question. "And you let him?"
"He's just a kid.. what else could I do?"
"Remember that he is a boy that will grow up to be a man one day." Morgan was obviously bitter to what the man was doing for the child. "Anyways, I would like a few things..." Morgan pointed out the stuff he wanted and the sales man obliged to take the items and wrap them up for travel.
"Alright.. that would be 500 gold for everything." ((Sorry I don't know the currency or its worth. Woo!))
Morgan didn't blink and eye and picked up the package. "Thanks" he smirked turning away.
"Hey! Aren't you going to pay for that? I said that'd be 500 gold!"
"Figured you were generouse enough.. and I'm just a kid at heart."
The sales man glared at him at him. "I'll call the police--"
"Call them.. I'd love to play." Morgan called back as he vanished into the crowd. Morgan slipped his bag off his shoulder to put the package in it even as people watched him after the brief commotion that had been stirred. The murrmuring of voices soon rose up about him before he heard a voice address him from behind.
"Its arrestiable for stealing, sir."
"Oh. I didn't realize." The sarcasum in his voice was sharp although the smile on his lips was miss leadng. Morgan stopped and turned to the man who addressed him. He was a police officer with three other men dress in the same attire standing near by.
"Are you going to give it back? I'll drop charges."
"I had no intent to. Sorry." Morgan went to walk off again before he heard the shink of a blade being withdrawn. Morgan knew the police officer had the blade tip aimed at his back so he stopped, a smirk forming to his lips.
"Then I'll have to bring you in." The officer spoke up. The surrounding three officers drew their blades as well.
((The RP died. I hope I can bring something about. >.> I so suck at bad guys. crying ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 7:31 am
((Also.. I'll wait for peoples to reply.. some how.. anything.. before I continued. PLZ!))
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