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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:11 pm
Around twenty miles or so from the shores of Altamoria island, lay the ruins of the great city of Niadam Iras. This wondrous city was once the home of many different beings. From humans to vampires, and Tora Tora to Undaen, the beings who lived here were blissful and prosperous. Now, all that remains is a large husk of ruins. While it is true that some Zeri or Tora Tora still inhabit the area, not much else does besides fish and other, more dangerous, predators. Large arches stand before tall buildings with smaller ones dwarfed beneath their ominous shadows and roads with cracks and algae in every direction. The city has a very intricate feel about it, as every stone set, was set with a purpose of beauty and ultimate satisfaction. Coral now resides on most of the structures, bending and twisting to form a unique and delicate sight to the chimerical ruins of the great city. Ounces of magic still burst through the area every now and so, emitting a brilliant blue beam of light that gently pours into the cracks and crevasses of the long forgotten city. All who remain here, weep for the glory that was once had, the times that were once happy, and the city that rests in eternal slumber.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 5:27 pm
"These ruins are my home..." 
The chamber was dark and dimly lit. The water's chilly embrace had yet to get to this room, as the air pushed it back even after the amount of time the city had sunk. The tall throne's back reached high above the marble flooring with an intricate pattern neatly placed across it. Pillars adorned this dusty hall, with small slivers of light falling through it here and there. It was as if one would look into a vague dream, not very clear but with grand detail. A man sat on the seat of the throne, wearing a large white cape that trickled down to the floor and spread with a great expand. Water droplets hit the floor in small puddles that surrounded the walls of the chamber. A musty odor was still pungent in the room, remnants of the past still haunting the sunken city.
Archae stood, the white armor on his body gave off a slight glint in the glow of the dim Water Crystals. His long hair fell about his shoulders, cascading locks enveloping his collar bone. "What reason have you for being here?" The words slipped effortlessly from Archae's lips as his eyes inspected the new being that entered his hall. A man stood tall in the door way, looking at the king of the ruins with a prideful glare.
"I'll have your crown now. You won't be needing it much longer." The figure said with a powerful tone. Almost instantly, he leaped up with intense speed and landed behind Archae. Moving his hand back, the figure swing it's fist at the back of Archae's head; it came to a screeching halt.
"These ruins are my home.. What right have you to be here?" Archae said as the being began to scream in terror. The hand that meant to harm him was now falling into itself, rapidly becoming water that fell to the floor mixed with blood. "My crown is for naught else but me. You wouldn't be able to wear it anyway.. it seems your head will not match it's size very soon." Archae said, holding his hand out as the water in the room flew directly to the middle of the chamber. The blood of the strange mixed with this display as well, as he fell over crippled in pain.
"What HAVE YOU DONE?!" the being screamed as Archae stepped backwards, making the rest of the being fall into water and join the flowing pillar that grew in the middle of the room. "I'm naught else, but the ruler of these ruins.." Archae said as he sat back down on his immaculate throne and placed his elbow on the arm of the throne and placed his cheek within his palm. The spire of flowing liquids in the middle of the room swirled wildly now and gave off a light glow. "Nothing in this realm or the next will take my memories from me.. The past may be gone but I will hold it dear to me until the end." Archae muttered as the spire burst, leaving a large wet spot in the middle of the room.
"What right have you to be here?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:59 am
{T}he {G}host of {N}iadam {I}ras___x ¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤
 Drip. Drip. Drip.If ever it was possible for a her to "wake up" from sleep, Khemia would have thanks to the occasional sound of dripping water in the current room she resided in. The room was dark-- only small, thin, streaks of light entered the darkness of the room through the small cracks of the walls, as well as the ceiling. The room-- a bed chamber perhaps? It looked like it, not that its that recognizable at the state it was in. The room was somehow.. slanted, the lower half was filled with water, and the door was completely blocked by rubble. Khemia sat up from the bed and just let her feet dangle on the side as she looked around. Nothing bothered her about the room. The caved-in door, the darkness, the fact that she was staying in a half sunken room. She was a ghost, such things didnt bother her. Khemia stood up and hovered a few inches off the ground as she made her way around the room, there really wasnt anything to do and its not like she could really go to sleep, all she could do was lay down, close her eyes, and rest. No such thing as sleep for the dead. Even though the girl was semi-transparent, almost invisible in the light, if one would look hard enough, she was actually very pretty. Her pale hair flowed about her without gravity, as well as her clothes-- those kinds that was worn back in the old days, almost noone wore such clothes with intricate designs anyway, dont they go for the simpler ones now-a-days? She moved swiftly through air like one would underwater, her movements soft and graceful. She couldve been made out of air. Hm..?The ghost's voice echoed through the room despite the fact that she did not move her lips. Most of her movements stopped, her head only turned this way and that as if searching for something. Did she hear something? Sure enough there were a few who still stayed in the ruins-- in ways different than she did. She was already attached to the ruins, her existence clung on it, should she venture too far for long, she'd disappear. And there are fewer still who would dare venture into the depths of the ruins. These people, either searching for knowledge or simply for the joy of adventure, was Khemia's sole amusement as of late. So, do I have a playmate for today?A chuckle came from her, echoing through the entire room and out. She turned about and glided through the walls and made her way out the room, sometimes, being an astral being could really be efficient. She moved from room to room, humming to herself as she tried to locate at least one living soul.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 7:39 pm
(Very short but I have to go. D: )
"These ruins are my home..."
Sitting in the dimly lit chamber still, Archae's mind began to race as to what was going on elsewhere. There was another being here, and a noise not heard for ages... Was it really.. a sweet tune? There was another being here, but yet... it was not here.. Perhaps another memory, haunting the halls, looking to be forgotten and driven into oblivion. No, this was no memory and Archae was sure of it as the gentle tune began to grow louder. This was indeed a being of reality, but of another life. A life left dull and unfinished, wandering to find mitigation for the hell of undeath perhaps. As the water dripped from a wall, Archae sat with his cold blue eyes scanning over the door way in which the specter was most likely to appear. His ears following the tune while he remain like a statue as he had for many days and many nights; lost within infinite thought.
"What right have you to be here?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 11:56 pm
{T}he {G}host of {N}iadam {I}ras___x ¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¤
Khemia wandered through endless corridors, dead ends, and rooms, sunken or not, most of them already visited by her from a long time ago. And still they havent changed. Just the same as her.. without any change through time. She lingered from room to room, unsure and without any heading. She was sure someone was present not to far from her but she couldnt pin point where. Upon reaching a dead end among dead ends, she turned about-- an action not often done by her. Surely such things didnt bother her, for she could easily pass through that solid barrier. But she wasnt looking for another of her kind, besides, she was quite sure she was the only ghost around the ruins. She had been long enough to realize just that. No, she was looking for a human, solid, of flesh and.. well, blood. She sighed, she didnt realize when she stopped singing, or humming a tune whatever you wanted to call it. She didnt pick another tune to sing, instead she pushed her lower lip out in a pout. A childish pout. This is boring. I was sure there was someone...Khemia retreated back to the corridors she once passed. The female ghost went the opposite side this time, not deeper into the ruins but into the wider spaces of the place. The more likely places where people might spend a few minutes of their time. She doesnt usually travel this far into the ruins, the reason being the increase of light in the place. She'd always choose dark places over such brightness, as it hurt her eyes. Again she peeked into rooms before entering, she didnt want to startle whoever it was that she heard. A room, another, and another. They were all empty. Khemia was just about to give up, actually, she already decided to. That was until she entered the next room. It was void of anyone, but there was something that caught her attention. Upon entering the room, she lowered herself unto the floor of the room. It wasnt anywhere near sunken but the room was damp. She reached out a hand towards the instrument she found. You shouldnt be kept in here.. Its not good for you.Her fingers, being what she currently was went through the solid form of the violin, bringing a frown on her face. She wanted to play it. And she will. Khemia grounded herself on the floor and willed herself to turn into something more solid than astral. She wouldve passed as a human being now, but if someone would touch her, she was still as cold as a ghost, pale as a sheet. But she brushed her fingers against the violin once more and curled her fingers around its neck. She could hold it now. Practicing her fingers into feeling again, she pulled the instrument up against her and wrapped her arms around it before looking around. Now.. she entered the room through the wall, and now, solid as she was, she wouldnt be able to leave the same way. If she chose to leave with the violin in hand, she would need other means of leaving the room. Of course there was always the door. She walked, for the first time in a long time, towards the direction of the door and curled her fingers around the knob-- for a moment she wondered how it wouldve felt. Perhaps it would be cold. She could touch things now that she was temporarily solid, but the fact remains that she cant feel anything. Khemia took a deep breath and tugged at the door. ..Was it locked?
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