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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:53 pm
The bad guys won a long time ago.
This story takes place in the world of Terra.
Humans have been driven to their limits. Horrendous creatures roam most of the world, and only a few Sanctuaries remain. In the center of these Sanctuaries is a crystal tomb. Encased inside is the body of the last Syn.
It is the Syn's sole purpose in life to gather the nessacary tools to rejuvenate the Sanctuaries, keeping humans safe and alive.
The Syn does not take this journey alone, however.
Accompaning her are her Wings. Acting as guardians, these Wings protect the Syn, making sure she completes her journey.
In the end of the long journey, when the Syn has collected all the required tools, she becomes the next Sanctuary, giving her own life force to rejuvenate the forces that keep the monsters away.
The process has repeated itself for hundreds of generations. That is how life is defined in Terra.
Hailing from a small village named Glenn, the village's next Syn has come to adulthood.
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The mood of this story is dark and gloomy. Optimism is a dead language, and hope is unheard of.
Inside every Sanctuary, there is a village. Typical, with farms, lakes and thatched-roofed houses. These are the only regions the sun reaches.
But in the Outlands, where the Syn must journey thorugh, Hell has taken over. Vampire like creatures rule the Outlands, making it their empire. They control the lesser beasts and drive them into an army, hoping to eliminate the Syn. Only the moon illuminates the darkness.
For, once one Syn dies, so do all the others, and the Sanctuaries will fall into ruin and collapse, leaving the last humans open to Hell.
With her wings at her side, a Syn crosses the Outlands, searching for the Stained Cathedral. Once they have taken the treasure from here, the group returns home, where the Syn performs her last rites and brings her village's Sactuary back to life.~~ Wings:
Though there are only a couple of them per Syn, they will throw down their life in order to protect her. Chosen by the Syn herself, their sole purpose in life is to see her through to the end of her mission.
Outlander:
Devilish in appearence and motives, they plot the downfall of the Syn. They know that if they kill one, they all die. Banished to live in the Outlands, they have turned it into an empire of demons and hellspawn.
Syn:
The one who goes on a pilgrimage to the Stained Cathedral accompanied by her Wings. In the end of the long journey, she returns to the Sanctuary she hailed from and sacrifices herself to become the new Sanctuary. Her Wings are left to live normal lives after her death.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 5:34 pm
Alright, here is your Character Skeleton.
Keep in mind that your character is either a Wing or an Outlander. [b]Name:[/b]
[b]Title[/b] (Wing or Outlander)
[b]Sex:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Appearence:[/b]
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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 5:43 pm
Name: Damian
Title Wing
Sex: male
Age: 19
Personality: Sly Introvert
Bio: Wing
Appearence: Light colored hair, green eyes, skinny (almost athletic) build. Necklace with two wings on it. Pale skin color~
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 5:55 pm
Name: Lyla Title Syn of the Village of Glenn Sex: F Age: 15 Personality: Tries to do things for herself, but always fails in the end~(not done yet) Bio: Still not done yet Appearence: 
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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 9:21 am
name: Seraphim Vata
title: Outlander
Sex: male
Age: 2000
Personality:strong minded, impulsive, quick tempered
Bio: An new outlander. has the ability to turn into a young man. he is used to spy on the Syns.
Appearance: Tall, black hair, amber eye. Right eye missing and covered with patch. Althletic build. Wears black and gold.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:05 pm
Today was the day.
People praised her through out her entire life, and it all came together now.
Disgruntled snorts came from the oxen attached to the yolk. Lyla ran her fingers over the splintery wood of the wagon that would carry her across the continent.
Villagers had lined up early in the morning to place goods in the back of the wagon. Herbs, medicine, fish, dried rations, kegs of spring water, corn, extravegant clothing, scented soaps, eggs, firewood, stationary, inkwells, anything Lyla could think of was packed into the back of the canvas-roofed caravan.
She kep walking along, dragging her fingers along the side of the caravan, until they came to the oxen's snout. Affectionatly, she pet the ill-tempered ox, rubbing her face against his. "Who's a good boy?" The oxen always replied with the same dismissive snort. "Did Damian feed you? Awww, he didn't? What a bad Wing."
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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:05 am
Behind her, her Wing appeared, a bucket of ox-feed in his hands.
"There you are Damian, what kept you?" she asked, still stroking the nose of the beast.
"Jazma couldn't make it today, so she asked me to give you this." Damian placed a silver vial full of perfume in Lyla's hand. Jazma was the closest thing Lyla had ever had to a best friend. She also made the most amazing scented potions. This one was called 'Night fire'. Lyla smiled, but her smile was filled with a sadness. She had wanted Jazma to be there to say goodbye.
"I suppose we're set to go then?" she breathed in deeply. Her Wing nodded, and helped her up onto the wagon.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:51 pm
Once they were both in the caravan, Damian looked into the eyes of Lyla, the syn. They seemed to portray the mixed emotions of hopelessness and careless error. Her eyes met his, a half-smile beginning to form with her sadness. "Jazma really did want to come you know, she just had something really important to take care of. If we're lucky she might make it to say goodbye before we reach the sanctuary gate."
Her smile, filled before with only sadness, shone with a few new specks of hope. "I hope so," she said lightly as the lurch of the caravan signaled that, at last, her journey had begun. They were now headed in the direction of the santuary gate, and from there...through the abyss of demon land.
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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:53 pm
The oxen snorted loudly as they tugged the ladden caravan along.
No Syn had ever traveled out into the Abyss with only a single Wing, yet all the villagers' eyes glistened with hope and confidence.
Their dreams burdened Lyla's heart. Their deaths would be her fault if she failed.
She rolled the tiny vial around in her hands, catching the rays of sunlight. The sunlight wouldn't be touching her skin for several months now.
Blissfully, she rolled her head back and basked in the warm, soft glow. One last time.
The sanctuary gates were upon them already, and still no sign of Jazma.
Lyla tried to hide her pained look from Damian, but he caught sight of it anyway.
"Hey, don't-"
"It's okay. This pilgrimage is more important than seeing off a friend. Jazma has the right idea." The vial dissapeared into her belt pouch, along with the panpipes she had grown so fond of. It would stay there for a good long time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:19 am
Damian couldn't stand seeing that look on lyla's face. It pained him that he could really do nothing about it. He sat back in the chair and looked out into the world. Everything was so happy, "If only it would be like this outside of the gate," he thought to himself.
He looked over at the syn next to him, her eyes closed taking in the last bit of sunlight that she may ever see. It would be such a shame for an innocent girl like her to have to give her life so soon for all of these people. "This is something they shouldnt be asking her to do. Someone so young shouldn't be sent to her death..." he thought slowly to himself, "If only there was a way we could all live in peace without doing this every generation...maybe we can find a way to end this darn cycle..." He knew it probably wasn't possible, but Damian decided that he was going to look for a way to save everyone while on this journey, even if it meant his own life instead.
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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 2:21 pm
"Hey, don't look so grim." Lyla smiled softly, her beads clicking together. "It'll be alright. Everyone will be safe again, no matter what happens."
No one but Damian had ever known 'Lyla'. They all knew the 'Syn'.
The Wing had always promised Lyla they would leave together, leave to find the Stained Cathedral.
Legends told of the horrendous abominations that called the dank corridors of the Cathedral their home. Though she had dispelled most of the old nanny tales, Lyla couldn't help but hear a tiny scream in the back of her head, telling her they were true.
Telling her to turn around.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 8:09 pm
"You look a little grieved yourself, Lyla," he said noticing a change from sadness to worry on her countenance. "If you want to turn back we can always stall another day...maybe you dont need to die on this journey." He was serious, he had spent much of his time in the library a few weeks before looking for a way to save the syn from dying at the end. He was close to finding a possible answer, or at least he believed he was.
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Sho-Anilucard Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 5:36 pm
"Grieved? Look at you, ya' racoon. You need to keep your head out of those books." She laughed lightly and kicked head feet, swaying them like a metronome.
Her laughter didn't last long.
Like a blanket of dispair, the Outlands pressed down on them. Vibrant sunlight turned to stuffy gloom. The symphony of songbirds turned into a constant, wheezing wind.
Behind them, the Sancuary evaporated from sight as the gates closed.
Jazma had not come to see her off, and they were on their own now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:17 am
From ontop of a rocky outcrop, a dark figure crouched, his silhouette outlined against the even blacker sky. Seraphim watched the cart as it trundled along the uneven landscape. He pulled out his Telescope and focused on the young Syn's face. They seemed to be getting younger each time. Pressing a pressure pad on his left arm, he murmured to the base,
"They've set off." a slightly muffled voice answered,
"Stay behind them, don't let them out of your site Vata. Find a way to become their friend. They won't expect a human shape. Make up a story, over." the voice fizzled to a halt. Seraphim grinned, his white teeth momentarily morphing into fangs, before returning to normal.
"Let the game begin..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:30 pm
Damian sat there, an ominous feeling lingered in the air. At first he thought it was just the outlands, but it was something more than that, he was sure. He studied the syn's face next to him, "Does she sense it too?" he thought to himself silently. All that could be heard was the voice of the wind, the trot of the animals, and the slow breathing of the young girl next to him.
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