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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:10 pm
X X XS t o r y
In the world of Tithron there are many secrets. Many places untouched by the living for millennias. In Tithron some secrets are better left undisturbed. Under the tallest mountain in the deepest cave, the undead king sleeps. Forgotten for over a million years the world has grown and flourished. Hiding the king who sleeps in mystery and myth. Now he sleeps no longer. Stirring from his slumber he moves his taint on a fowl wind. Corrupting all that he touches.
The Legend goes that he was once a powerful King of man, a magician and warrior combined he was claimed to be unbeatable. The truth was that the king was plagued by the most powerful foe. Time and Ageing. As the days rolled by he greyed and withered, age taking hold of his bones. He feared it more than anything on Tithron. Delving into dark magic he discovered how to reclaim his youth. Using human sacrifice he was able to remain eternally young. The corruption of the magic he was using soon tainted his mind, with youth came his terrible ambitions. He would conquer all of Tithron under the burning banner of his reign of blood. The legend goes that the mortal races: Elf, Dwarf, Human, Drow, and Nymph sent their most powerful fighters to challenge the King. They where all slain, but that was not the end. The Undead King reanimated them with their chained souls to serve him in death for all eternity. In the end it was the Elf princess who saved Tithron. Hailing form the forest capital she seduced the Undead King, and whilst he was asleep she locked him in his slumber with a potion. So he slept, hopefully never to awaken again.
Locked under Darkthorn mountain in the ancient dwarven keep, the magic seals of Human, Elf, and Nymphs hold back the Undead King from reaching the surface and awakening his army from their resting place in the ruins of his once magnificent capital. His 5 generals already moving on the surface to make preparations, to be ready for when their dark lord returns.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:33 pm
X X XR u l e sL i t r a c yX X X X X X X[ 1 ] 2 paragraphs a post. I'm not expecting novels but then again I'm not wanting amateur paragraphs of indecipherable rubbish. You will be warned TWICE only. I will be blunt and might seem mean and cruel, but its to help you improve as a roleplayer, any comments I give will be constructive not abusive. At the same time I will be watching my own roleplaying and I ask others to give me constructive criticism if they think I need it.X X X X X X X[ 2 ] Despite wanting 2 paragraphs I would prefer it if the paragraphs are not 100% describing the colour of the trees or the movement of air.X X X X X X X[ 3 ] "for speaking" and 'for thinking'. All posts should be in Third person!P r o f i l e sX X X X X X X[ 4 ] Originality is paramount, just because the are 5 different races doesn't mean that you all have to be the same repetitive: Fierce/cold but actually kind hearted crap. Please I ask of nothing else but Originality in the personality department. No Moody Sasuke's or I'll Doomblast you to oblivion!X X X X X X X[ 5 ] Images: I would like to avoid Anime as much as possible (I would prefer that it be non-existent here), so I will be VERY reluctant to accept Anime images. Drawn images are acceptable but I want to avoid anime (It has, in my opinion, Shifted roleplaying in a frankly undesirable direction in some cases (As has twilight)).
Example images: Anime: [x]Drawn: [x]
If your are having problems finding an image (I know I did xp ) go to photobucket and type in "Dungeons and Dragons". You still may get more girl images than boys but they are there.X X X X X X X[ 6 ] The profile skeleton must be adhered to, otherwise your character will be denied and you can try again (Feel free to include your posting colour).X X X X X X X[ 7 ] Biography's can be brief as I want character development. Lets find out your history as we go, I want characters guessing you history till you reveal it to them. And on that note, it helps if you have a plan of your own bio before we start the rp so no inconsistencies or contradictions pop up.X X X X X X X[ 8 ]PM me all profiles for acceptance. This is NOT going to be a post and go roleplay. I intend for it to be organised. Pm me the profile titled "For Tithron".G e n e r a lX X X X X X X[ 9 ] I present to you: So You Wanna Take it Outside Huh? (Combat Roleplaying Guide) This is very good and if I could I would make it a compulsory read for all roleplayers joining. But I can't -.-. SO instead I really really recommend it. All the stuff like no Godmodding falls under this. X X X X X X X[ 10 ] Follow Gaia Tos.X X X X X X X[ 11 ] Swearing is fine, (Maybe a little bit encouraged), romance is also acceptable but no love at first sight -_- Develop it. Also if you get jiggy-with-it (bedroom scene) we do not want know so nothing like that should be posted in the roleplay.X X X X X X X[ 12 ] Lastly, I am the almighty ruler of this roleplay and as such I have dominion over all things related to it. Obey! (Only mods have the higher power over mine).
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:49 pm
X X XR a c e s
H u m a n s [x]
Human are by far the most numerous race on Tithron. Physically capable of great strength they can become strong warriors. They also have the strong mental capabilities of become great mages and wizards. Humanities strength is their diversity and capability of fulfilling multiple roles.
D w a r v e s [x]
The shortest race, Dwarfs rarely exceed 4 feet. With great courage and strong upper body strength they are brilliant fighters, properly trained they can fight with the strength of 3 men. Lacking an affinity for magic they practice forge work and weapon smithery, producing the greatest weapons and armour found on Tithron.
E l v e n [x]
The most fair and majestic creatures on Tithron. Elves are blessed with long life, its not uncommon for an elf to live to 300. With a strong affinity for magic they make up many mages and wizards. With heightened hearing, and long life, they also see in infra-red.
N y m p h [x]
Shorter than humans but slightly taller than dwarfs, nymphs have the shortest life span. Living no longer than 15 years. Having the strongest affinity to nature they are the most powerful elemental wielders in Tithron. Being able to meld with their nature environment, nymphs are rarely seen but their powers are legendary. Rumour has it that it was the powerful nymph Elaisian who created the life tree which it itself is rumoured to bless long life to those who eat its fruit.
Nymphs appearances vary depending on their environment, those who are common in water are constantly wet, whereas those who live deep in the forest might have some patches of skin appearing bark-like.
D r o w [x]
Drow are the nearest race to elves. Living in an eternal twilight environment they have developed unparalleled night vision and stealth skills. Drow are renowned in other communities for their shady dealings however commonly this is not the case.
U n d e a d [x]
Followers of the Undead King they will be working to hasten his release. Often rotting they would tend to avoid cities and villages, however they can heavily robe themselves to hide it but have to become creative when dealing with the smell.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:51 pm
X X XS k e l e t o n[imgleft]URL[/imgleft][b]Name:[/b] (First Middle Last)
[b]Title:[/b] (If any)
[b]Age:[/b] (Max 300 and if you reach that you are old)
[b]Race:[/b] (Human, Elf, Dwarf, Nymph, Undead)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male, Female)
[b]Profession:[/b] (Mage, Warrior, Bard, Hunter, Archer, ect.)
[b]Weapon:[/b] (Not too many)
[b]Alignment:[/b] (Who do you follow, Undead King? Mages Guild? Yourself?)
[b]History:[/b] (Brief whilst open to development, 1 or 2 lines would suffice)
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything else)
Controlled by: [b]Username[/b]
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 1:40 am
X X XA n n o u n c e m e n t s 15th July - 1st Roleplayer Joined - Alice Laine
16th July - 2nd Roleplayer Joined - Thorthelordofawesomeness
16th July - OOC Thread Created
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:41 am
X X XN o t i c e b o a r d
[ x ] People are needed, please get recommending and inviting! the RP will start regardless on the 19th.
I hereby declare this role play officially OPEN!
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:09 pm
Ketith Alandaril Whisperwind
Ketith walked slowly down the dirt road, the occasional broken cobblestone proving to be the only remnant of the old road as it once was. Using his staff as a walking stick he continued along the dirt highway leading him to Glondor, the human capitol. His hood was drawn and his cloak was tightly wrapped around himself making him look no different from any other traveller. Along either side of the heavily used track were open fields. Stopping mid-step he took a few breaths to look at his surroundings. Alone on the road the white stone walls of Glondor could be seen in the distance atop the hill on which it sat. Thanking his luck it was a clear and sunny day he cast his gaze behind himself onto the mountain range which stretched across Tithron. The sight being worthy of a master painting he breathed deeply, filling his lungs with thanks, he wouldn't have traded this freedom for all the gold in Tithron.
Continuing along the path he passed a few caravans belonging to traders who where moving from town-to-town to offer their goods. Slipping them a warm greeting he let them continue on their way, receiving in return words of caution against the highwaymen who where known to operate on the outskirts of the city. "Don't worry about me" Ketith would reply "I know how to take care of myself". A sly smile would break across his lips, it should be the highwaymen getting the warning.
It took no longer than 25 minutes before he was in sight of the gates. Glondors high white walls flying the red flag of the royal family, proud rulers of the human realms for over a thousand years. Now headed by King Mithias, son of Tebias, and Queen Ellen, daughter of Morrgain, the city was living its golden age.
Climbing the slope to the gateway several men stepped out from the busy crowd and stood in front of him baring his path. Their leather and chain armours cladding middle age bodies, their large weapons hung threateningly from their waists. "Well, well, what do we have hear?" the first said, obviously the thugs leader. "Someone who looks like he hasn't paid the road tax" the second said, probably the muscle of the group of three. Looking the the trio from beneath his hood he let out a sinister chuckle. "I've heard of no road tax brigand" Ketith said coolly, "and if you're smart neither have you"
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:27 am
 Erynn Lysse RydanIt was her first time ever being on her own, and it felt so good. She felt free, released, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She could do what she wanted, she could be who she was, see what she wanted to see, eat what she wanted to eat. Free. Atop the walls of Glonodor, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and felt the wind on her face, whispering in her ears, playing with her hair. It was just as excited as she was. Opening her eyes, she looked across the plains to where her home used to be, a small smile broke out on her face. This was the beginning, the beginning of her life.
Erynn had been in Glondor for a couple days now. Everything was new and exciting. She had never been to the big city before, and there were so many shops and things that she had never seen. She felt like a child, each new thing holding excitement and promise. She was learning about the world, the world she never knew.
Today, her only goal had been to get up on the walls surrounding the city. She really wasn’t supposed to be up on the walls, but she had really wanted to see the view. It had definitely been worth it. Breaking from her thoughts, she took in the view again, this time her attention being drawn to the road. There was a pair of caravans in the distance, closer there was a group of men… However, they were still too far away to really see their faces. She squinted, trying to get a better view.
“You!” Someone yelled, “You are not permitted to be here!” She looked over, there was a group of guards running towards her. She swore silently, and made a break for it. After finally tasting freedom, jail was the last place she wanted to be.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:01 pm
 Xrycz - The Glacier Sage
--It's all [cool] skill
--Seventy Percent [Skill] & Thirty Percent [Thrill]
Things in life aren't always exactly what you want them to be, but for the sake of the time being, things are going rather well for the frost mage. He managed to find a place just outside of Glondor, where if he worked for the inn keeper he would have a place to stay, a place to rest his head with a roof over it.
Given the bar fights at night were a bit fun too, but Xrycz knew his boundaries. He'd only fight the ones who started the fight, and if asked about his reasons he'd say he was protecting the inn and it's good name.
On this fine day, he was told to go into the city and gather a couple of things for the Inn. They needed some new hops for making ale and getting some ripe fruit would be nice too. Nothing that should cause problems and it wasn't his first time going into the town either. He'd been at the tavern for about a month and these trips were made twice or thrice a week - depending on how busy the inn got.
Xrycz had also met a few of the... self imposed highway tax men - Nothing but lazy thugs if you asked him -on some of the occasions where he had to go to town. They've learned not to ******** with him. A couple of them lost their appendages from frost bite, really strange don't 'cha think?
It was on the way to the city and when nearly reaching the gates that Xrycz saw a couple of the hoodlums pestering a nice old man about taxes. He didn't get close enough to hear what they were saying, but he did manage to walk around and behind the hoodlums to only reach over to their shoulder.
His channeling Gauntlet lighting up like the fourth of july as he gribbed the bandit's shoulder. "Escuse me good sir. Are these greedy men bothering you?" He asked. As his hold on the bandit tightened, the man gave a cry of anguish and fell to his knees while reaching to hold his now ice covered shoulder.
Xrycz let go of the man's shoulder and he clenched a fist as he looked over to the muscle of the group. "Next?" He grinned.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 5:53 pm
Ketith Alandaril Whisperwind
Ketith smiled at the new arrival, a glint flashing behind in his eyes. His smile then broke into a grin, he was not at all phased by the magic being preformed before him. Or at least that was about as much as he let on. The boy was good, definitely a powerful mage despite his age, he was intriguing. "You are too kind, but I can take care of myself" he replied, noticing the two thugs turning now in part-surprise and anger. Raising his staff an inch off the ground he rapped it firmly down on the earth, there was a loud crack as the dust then began to flare up and a shock-wave instantly knocked the two thugs back.
It was mostly surprise that filled the thugs faces as they were floored in a matter of seconds. Scrambling to their feet they turned to run, the muscle of the group dragging away their leader who was still clenched in pain on the floor. Watching the men disappearing back into the moving traffic he gestured thanks to Xrycz. Pulling back his hood, he brushed back his raven black hair, letting his elven ears show before becoming slightly obscured by his hair again. "Thank you sir, no doubt they will thank twice about doing anything like that again" Ketith smiled broadly. "My name is Ketith, Ketith Whisperwind" he held out hand to shake with. This boy was intriguing, with Xrycz appearing younger than himself he expected some inexperience, maybe some boldness and recklessness.
The way the boy used his magic to freeze the brigands shoulder worried him slightly. The force used seemed a bit excessive, getting too cold might have killed the man. Responsibility was paramount for the practitioners of magic. Otherwise problems would occur. Brushing these thoughts aside he wouldn't think any more of it, no point in branding the boy so soon.
((Anything I say should not influence a characters personality! If I think something of them I can be proven wrong and be pleasantly, or not so pleasantly as the case may be, surprised! Any opinions I write in my posts are there to be challenged or proven right, they are in no way showing or hinting anything of my own thoughts as the controller of that particular character
Now that I got that out of the way, sorry for the mini-rant but I wanted to make it clear so as people cant accuse me of trying to hint or forcibly influence other characters -.- its happened before...))
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:42 am
A little music to add to thingsDarrian
The Black Ghost No one ever saw him from the streets, rooftop to rooftop he jumped without so much as one man looking above his own head, the arrogant fools. The ambient noise from the streets covered his footfalls so he moved as if silent. He moved as if a detached shadow, clothed entirely in black. Had any of the rabble below looked up in time to see him they would have remarked upon seeing a piece of the night sky. The sight would have been greatly inspiring to many a poet and scholar and may have led to the creation of some truly legendary literature that would forever immortalize the writer. However, no one looked up for that crucial split second and the poetic greatness was lost to the world forever. The particular man in question however, if he had been omnipotent enough to see that he had cost the world a great literary advancement by being too stealthy, would have been proud rather than horrified purely because that was his profession. Invisibility, the greatest asset to anyone who operates outside the law and, second only to flying, the most difficult art for mortals to master, was his profession. Being able to remain undetected even when in the presence of a thousand others.
There are many things that the people say of The Black Ghost. Some say that he is an incarnation of death itself, others say that he is in fact a ghost that feeds on the life-force of the living. The authorities proclaim officially that he is nothing more than a mere murderer and that he will eventually be brought to justice. Then there are those rumors that are half whispered and half mumbled between good friends over tankards of ale in tavern corner tables, rumors that he is in fact the ancient evil itself returned to finish what it started all those years ago. There were only a handful of privileged few left alive who knew the truth about the fabled assassin and they were incapable of revealing his secrets, being either mad, incommunicable or outright secretive. In truth, The Black Ghost was not some ancient evil reawakened to terrorize the world, but a Drow. A very expensive Drow-for-hire named Darrian who prided himself on his stealth.
Darrian continued to make his way across the rooftops at a pace that most would say it is impossible to remain quiet while maintaining. He was heading for the home of one Fallus Greenhill, an elf merchant who held in his possession a very rare grimoire of old elvish magic. A grimoire that Darrian's current benefactor wanted out of the elf's hands very badly as he was willing to hire The Black Ghost (a feat which in itself is a testament to the connections of the employer) and pay his fee (A grand testament to the wealth of the employer) in order to be sure that Fallus would not have it in time for another moonrise which was what had led Darrian to jumping from roof to roof in broad daylight rather than in the cloak of darkness.
Darrian spotted the mansion two roofs down and closed the gap quickly, landing on the ornate blue shingles like a jumping spider that has leaped upon it's prey. He then scaled through the open window and into the master bedroom of his query. He then looted through the dressers and wardrobes finding a journal. He skimmed through it and found valuable information about the grimoire including it's exact location, the security measures in place around it and the fact that there were two golems stationed at it's holding pedestal as guards. Darrian immediately replaced the journal when he was finished reading and made sure that everything was as he had found it before setting off for the wine cellar. He went back out through the open window and then scaled down the wall until he reached the backside of the house. There was a door to the wine cellar there. It was locked of course but locks were things that everyone with any money owned and used to keep the rabble out of their things, it was the tiny marks in the wood of the door that stayed Darrian's lock-pick and caused him to reach for the lens that he had been supplied with for this contract. The lens would reveal any concealed magical barriers, traps, illusions and or alarms to the holder when peered through, an expensive tool most difficult to craft and often enough rarely worth the cost. For one such as Darrian however, such an advantage was invaluable and often made the impossible quite possible. When he looked through it, the tiny marks lit up and formed a trio of rune circles, a mediocre shielding spell that protected against ethereal travel and against lock-picks.
Darrian smirked to himself as he gazed at the obvious flaw and thought to himself 'Either this is a trap or the elf is a paranoid idiot.' before taking one of his swords and knocking the exposed pins out of their bearings. He lifted the door open and entered swiftly. Behind the hundred-year merlot he found a discolored stone brick which he pressed as he drew forth an arrow and his bow. The wall opened outwards from the yellow brick and revealed an entire passageway that seemed barren of anything save stone. He spotted an ornate eye craved into the rock just about twenty feet inwards at which he let loose his arrow with accuracy honed through decades of practice.
The arrow stuck fast in the pupil of the eye, sinking into it as if it were flesh rather than stone. The floor then lit up, suddenly ablaze for a mere instant with electrifying magical energy. At the far end of the hallway, the wall slid out of the way as the blue lightning that covered the floor began to dissipate. Darrian stepped in as the last of it disappeared and fixed another arrow to his bow as he walked forward in a crouched sort of stance. He entered and almost immediately was set upon by the first golem, a great lumbering hulk of animated stone with a pair of blue eyes that blazed with magic. It charged him and he let loose the arrow, sticking it into the creature's left eye and temporarily stunning it. It gave him enough time to put away his bow, draw his swords and fix the lens to his eye. The rest of the fight went steadily in Darrian's favor from that point on as he targeted the weaker points in the golem's stone flesh and the more powerful channels of magic in it's body. After about ten minutes, the golem lay slain by a split heart and Darrian was advancing upon the second golem, this one made from iron.
He was almost upon it when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye and stopped still, he could see magical light emanating from the wall to his right. Turning towards it he saw it was an anchoring point for the golem that still lived meaning that if he was fast he could outrun the thing. He sheathed his swords and made a dash for the grimoire that sat upon an elevated reading pedestal just past the golem. He snatched it and ran, the golem clanking after him for a short time but it was too slow to have any lasting threat. Darrian was out into the open air before the golem even had time to reach the wine cellar.
This time he had left a trace but his employer had paid extra for him to do so. He was now thirty-thousand gold piece richer and had a new book to study. All in all, he was a happy Drow.
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Thorthelordofawesomeness Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:15 am
 ARAENO hikicter Beat it! Damn kids!Araeno chuckled to himself as he watched crowds of people walk past him. He sat in a rather uncomfortable heap just outside an inn. He was posing as a beggar, one of the few things that was actually very convenient about human cities was their poor. Araeno was garbed in old rancid rags that covered him from head to toe. His face was hidden by a large and ancient hood from some cloak or monk's clothes. It didn't really matter which. Araeno didn't speak, his voice would reveal too much about him in this setting. Many who had tossed him bits of bread and a few coins confused him for a poor drow. The piercing look of his near luminescent eyes gave them this impression.
This was a great source of information for him. As an undead general, it was usually difficult for his forces to collect anything worth using. Most undead soldiers' intelligence diminished with the process. For Araeno, this was the preferred method anyway. Any gossip collected was heard directly by him, so there was no risk of it being changed in the report to him.
Araeno perked up a little as he heard the murmuring of some nearby couple. "Did you hear about the village near the forest to the south? I heard nearly everyone died in a single night. Some strange robed figure wielding a giant scythe, like some demon or something..." Araeno was aware that this couple was referring to his actions a few nights ago. Oddly enough, this village had been rather small, so he managed it single handedly.
The undead general shifted his weight a little, smiling. It was almost time to go. He usually didn't stick around at night. When the torches were lit Araeno never liked to stick around. Most undead warriors were vulnerable to fire, thanks to their dried out flesh.
(I was going to post last night, but then I had to go to the store.)
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 2:18 pm
Malafreign, The Undead King [ x ]Down under the tallest mountain in the deepest cave was the hidden bastille. Its tall iron doors greened with age and sealed shut with the powerful forge chains that could only have been made from the sanctified forges of dwarves gone by, and behind these doors in the lonely dark even the creatures of nightmare feared to make haven. This was because under the twelve floors of empty halls and passageways lay a lone throne room holding the sleeping king on his seat of stone and bone. The king lay desiccated and rotten. What remained of his fair skin had withered away and left him aeons ago revealing the yellowed and greyed skeleton of age. Laying motionless he did not stir, the darkness accompanying the nothingness, surrounding him, pressuring him, enveloped his entire being. Time had indeed been cruel. But no longer did the King sleep. The old bones moving sounded like shattering glass as the sound tore savagely through the silence that had taken refuge there for so long. The body then stood, its jerking caused by the bones realigning themselves under the his tattered robes. At the same time as all this words could be heard with the source yet unseen. The kings skeletal jaws chattered meaningfully in the complete darkness, mouthing words to a spell with no lips, the words rasping and unclear. Teal flames then spit into life, igniting the torches that lined the throne rooms walls. The flames casting shadows across the floor to reveal the king in all his ancient and terrifying glory. His arms spread wide rising up slowly towards the ceiling, the flames around him burned more intensely as his arms rose, the room became more illuminated till for a moment it was basked in a blinding light. Letting out a soul chilling wail and cackle the flames died back to cast a dim light around the room. Breathing heavily he raised his hands to his face, examining them, assessing the damage done. "b***h" he coughed, his voice coarse and dry but still as sharp as a blade of ice. His body hadn't been used in over a millennia. The voice box would have been the first thing to go. No matter. His regeneration had already begun. It would only be a matter of time now. Hand reaching under his robes his bone fingers wrapped themselves delicately around a vial which was hidden under the folds of his attire. Pulling the stopper off the sealed crimson liquid it opened with a hiss. Holding it up to his teeth he tipped it back, pouring the blood held within down onto his robes. Of course he had no mouth, but being unable to ingest was no setback. The blood then began to move and seep, moving unnaturally around his clothes, it melted its way past his ribcage finding home in his withered heart. Which by magic's grace had been maintained over the millennia he had rotted in this prison. ((The Undead King will not be posted like a normal character, instead he will be posted only when he is doing something of importance. E.g. breaks another seal in his prison thereby getting closer to his escape... so keep an eye out for him!))
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:40 pm
Erynn Lysse RydanErynn was still running when she came across a busier street, no one seemed to question the fact she was on the run. She dodged to the side, trying to avoid the main mass of people. She glanced behind her, checking to see if any of the guards were still on her tail. Feeling confident she had lost them, she turned her head to face forward again… Womp!
“Ouch!” She exclaimed, as she hit the ground. She had tripped over something in her haste. She looked back to see what it was, when she realized 'it' was a begger’s foot. He was leaning against the wall, old and tattered looking, yet big. She immediately began to apologize, but almost just as quickly as she began, she stopped. Darkness had fallen and she couldn’t see his face at all, but the sudden cold feeling that creeped through her body told her that this person was something evil. He was clearly moving, but she could help but feel he was dead, the thought sent shivers up her spine.
“Um. Sorry.” She repeated courtly, after regaining some of her senses. Then she ran off again, wanting to be free of the ice-cold feeling that was rattling her bones. Once she felt she was far enough away, she sat to catch her breath. Dead? She laughed at herself, that wasn’t even possible! She was probably just overeating. What she should really be worrying about is where she was going to spend the night. Hmm…
In the end she decided to return to the park she where she had stayed the first night she had been in the city. Something about forests were calming to her, like it was there to protect her. The park was her next best option. It was soothing, and made her feel safe. Finding a nice spot among the trees, she settled herself, however, she couldn’t sleep. So, she laid there gazing up at the trees and sky, listening to the wind, eventually falling into a restless sleep.
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