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 Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:49 am
Legacy The 4th Chapter.
The Towers of Glass and The Silver Maiden.
Index
The Legends of Past and The Legacy of Now
The Laws of the Land
Letters till Present
The Thirteen Towers
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 10:02 am
The Legends of Then and the Legacy of Now. The Legend is as old as time itself. Everyone knows of the towers that stand tall in the sky. No one knows their purpose and no-one managed to find out. The towers were simply there and they were solid all the way through. The current king of the land has fallen to a grave predicament and it's only because of this crisis that things have truly changed. She came and she took from him, his only daughter. He employed the best of the best to retrieve her and bring her back to him. The best failed. Then four came from the orient and now they promise to do all in their power to help the king and his land. Can these four do what the king's greatest knights could not? That is the Legacy of the Fourth Chapter. Characters
( Each Character class is a mix of classes that come from the Final Fantasy Tactics Series. If you want more information on a class and like the idea, PM me. )
Mystic Swordswoman
Leader of the group and master of both magick and blade.
( Soldier + Fighter + Parvir + Thief + Ninja )
|| Played by: Alice Laine ||
Night Hunter
A master of martial arts and knowledge of fiends. They know how to bring down man and beast a-like.
( White Mage + Elementalist + Archer + Sniper + Assassin )
|| Played by: Talon StarDrifter ||
Azure Warlock
A mage who uses wild magick to mend wounds, inflict damage and support the team.
( White Mage + Black Mage + Blue Mage )
|| Played by: Kyground ||
Hex-tech Defender
A mix of technology and magic to create powerful armors, barriers and still dishes out powerful attacks.
( Warrior + Gladiator + Defender + Animist + Gunner )
|| Played by: Drey Malic||
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Renegade Blade
Hand for hire kind of character who has it out four this group of four. He and the Mystic have a rivaled past.
( Soldier + Thief + Ninja + Animist + Gunner )
|| Played by: DeResolutions ||
Old Magician
Locked character. He knows almost all magical abilities.
( White Mage + Black Mage + Illusionist + Arcanist + Time Mage + Alchemist + Beast Master + Sage + Scholar + Morpher )
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Wise Monk
Locked character. He is wise and powerful, few have tried to best him and none have succeeded.
( White Monk + Templar + Bishop + Master Monk + Trickester )
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:31 pm
Laws of The Land No god-moding, no cybering, no being a jackass. Got it? Good. Just follow the normal rules of engagement here on Gaia, I'm not in the mood to list them. Let's try to type at least a good paragraph per post, k? Make your posts pretty or bland I don't care. Just don't use bright-blinding-shimmering colors. Or the Daleks will EXTERMINATE.Oh and we're in the Guild, so follow the rules set by the captain and vice captain as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:20 pm
The Letters till Present The group of four have decided to meet up just outside the castle walls, near the fountain to decide which tower to head to first.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:10 am
The Thirteen Towers of Glass the day the King's daughter was raptured from him, he was visited by a maided clad in a silver - silver hair, battle dress and armor. Her eyes shone like the color of a full moon and she spoke saying she was here to take back what she gave. If the King wanted to see his daughter alive, he was going to have to find her amongst the thirteen towers of light. That very night, the maiden was taken from her room with not a trace of her left. The ground rumbled and the thirteen towers shook violently amongst the land. They rose higher into the sky, revealing castles protecting their borders and their precious treasures. The castles rose from the ground and from what would seem to be emptiness came forth beings that began to work and arm themselves from within the castle. The forces of the castles haven't left to attack... yet. -Elemental Towers-
Flare Tower -- Active
Hydra Tower -- Active
Latem Tower -- Active
Forest Tower -- Active
Sky Tower -- Active
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-Black Towers-
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-Silver Towers-
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:08 am
Brown hair bobbed above heads and shoulders of those in the crowd. Green eyes peirced the crowds and his armor was cloaked in a green shroud to keep it's shine from drawing too much attention. He was told by Miss Heroine to meet up with her and the others at the fountain. He was hoping it would be earlier, but knowning the group, he was probably going to be the first one there.
Not a moment before the sun rose over the trees and landscape, the Defender walked out of the thin crowd and reached the fountain. With the sun coming down, he pulled up the hood on his cloak and covered his hair and body. The others said they'd be wearing cloaks of their own color and reach the place soon after sunrise. So now he simply had to wait.
The gurgling of the water behind him from the fountain was soothing, and the area around the fountain was open and empty. When they'd arrive, he'd notice.
They're late. I'm hungry. Can't we - A voice was speaking in his head and the Defender put his hand on his chest. "Quiet you. Not now." He spoke. His voice wasn't loud and nor was it directed at anyone around him, much less could it have been, there was no one there.
To pass by the Time the Defender pulled out a scroll and looked over the map he had been given by the King. The Hydra tower was a little farther from the village than the Flare tower and honestly for him either was ok, the question was which did the others want to try. The two towers were on opposing sides, so if they went for the flar tower they'd have to then take the Latem Tower and then the Sky tower and then work their way back to the Forest and then the Hydra, or the inverse if they took the Hydra first.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:54 pm
► Renegade Blade, Vexen Diablo
"Grex wants a trophy, don't disappoint me!" It's been years on the run, and had a high price on my head.
Lawman said get him dead or alive, now it's for sure he'll see me dead.
The jig is up! The news is out! They've finally found me!
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty.
Never more to go astray, this will be the end today.
Of the wanted man.
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Let's just start off by saying that Sen Grex is a very bad man. A gang leader, extortionist, and all around neer-do-well. Before 'he' showed up, he'd been terrorizing the street for years and years. You could not walk through the forests in the area without fear of being robbed. His gang, a group of ex-mercenaries, had their eyes set on a big prize. When members of his gang started to go missing, Grex grabbed his best and went to do the job himself. Blades in hand, and drinks directing their actions, they settled in a small village, waiting for their prize to come to them.
His men filled the Tavern. It was his now. Many of his men laughed loudly and drank to their heart's contempt. He could hear the stories they told, all the way from his own dark corner, a hefty cigar trapped between his lips. Grex heard stories of himself. Stories of his triumphs. A nefarious smile crept along his face, showing his stained and cracked teeth, smoke drifting out his gaping mouth. Grex, a feared man in these parts, was just starting to get comfortable. His black, armored boots leap up onto the table, crossed over the other, and Sen Grex leaned back. His feet knocked his vicious blunt weapon, a thorned mace, which loudly clattered along the floor, stopping just under him. The noise was enough to bring attention to him for a few moments, the barkeep looked awfully nervous, but they soon returned to their business and drinks. A simple movement brought all eyes to him, in fear even. That was the way he liked it. A thought spanned through his mind, 'I could really get used to this'
As the wooden door was slowly pushed forward, a bell sounded. It mostly went unnoticed, but both the Barkeep and Sen Grex looked up. A dark, cloaked figure wandered in. The figure in question was nearly as tall as the door, but nothing formidable. Sen Grex had to duck just to get in. The figure lowly made its way to the counter, taking a seat. With the figure's back turned, Grex first noticed it. There was some sort of object on his back. A large one. Grex couldn't for the life of him figure it out, he squinted at it, what the hell it was. Nearly as tall as the cloaked figure, and quite wide too. Grex might have some idea what it was if it wasn't crudely wrapped in bandages. Something to hide perhaps. Barkeep walked over to the Stranger, but only stayed shortly. He must of ordered something, but Sen Grex could not hear over the noise of the tavern. Sen Grex placed his feet firmly on the ground, and felt on for his mace. His massive fingers covered most of the handle. By the time the barkeep returned with his drink, Grex was nearby. The figure lifted the glass to his face, only to have it explode in his hand.
Sen Grex's brutish laugh gave the figure a direction. The ex-mercenary couldn't see under the cloak's hood, even with the figure looking right at him. He did see a thin braid of colorless hair hanging casually down the front. Grex blew into his pistol's barrel. Other members of his troop had long since stood up by now, slowly making their approach. " Well, well, what do we have here?" Grex called, his voice alone in the silence of the tavern. " You're new here, hm? Traveler? Stranger. Everybody who comes in here learns something, and I got a lesson for you... boy...". The brutish man stepped forward, grabbing at the man cloak and lifting him off of his chair and onto his feet. "Sen Grex OWNS this, and Sen Grex HATES strangers"!
The stranger was oddly quiet, didn't move much. Hardly responded to everything Grex had done so far. It came to great surprise to the hulk of a man when the figure reached over and shoved Grex off of him. Grex stumbled back a few feet, dumfounded as the man brushed off the place where he was grabbed and turned back around, waiting for another drink. "Tear out his skull" Grex said simply, his men laughing and advancing. The figure still sat there. One man from the crowd charged forward, yelling, with a wide curved blade in hand. It looked as if the blade would come down on his head, but as it came down, the man made his move. He ducked to the side, moving his shoulder and the mass on his back moved in the path of the blade. A loud sound echoed through the tavern, a collision metal-on-metal The attacker staggered, giving the figure time to spin, standing from the bar-stool and grabbing onto the cloth-covered mass, his fingers poking through a section at one of the ends. 'A handle?', Grex thought, 'is that a weapon'? The gang member charged again, his blow being parried by the thing in the figure's hands. The weapons pressed against each other, a test of strength. The gang member wasn't about to fail this test, however, he decided to cheat. The man twisted his blade, hoping to make it past the large object, but instead got caught in the bandages. The figure swung the blade, hitting the attack in the chest with the broad side and sending him flying. The attacker hit a table, unconscious. The curved blade cut the bandages, and they slowly slid off the weapon. What they saw was a sizable broadsword. They had never seen anything like it. It's strange shape and size. "Grex wants a trophy," the Stranger called, taking down his hood and revealing himself. His eyes shone in confidence, his medium, colorless hair stood widly on his head, the back tied down in a braid. His face had a mix of anger and ecstasy, waiting for the conflict. "Don't disappoint me!"
{{Not sure how you want to run things Drey. From what sort of posting code we're doing or what I should be doing until I intercept the group's path, so I hope this will do for now. I could have kept going but I'll save the rest for another post}}- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:34 am
[ G I L L I A M H U X L E Y ]
It would be awesome! If we could dance! "I wonder what these people are staring at?" Gilliam thought as he bobbed along to the sound of his boots on the cobblestones. He liked to make little ditties every once in a while with the reinforced parts of his boots. This of course was almost always in crowds, though not meant for the crowd itself. He saw quite a few confused faces as he really started to get into it, though his arms and face were not. His gray cloak shielding his face and get up, though his sabatons kept peeking out whenever he took a heavier step. He was some whirling pillar of strangeness and he was okay with that.
He stopped suddenly though, in the middle of the street. "That's right, I'm supposed to be looking for a fountain. I think. Something with water, anyway..." he muttered to himself. He had been a little hungover this morning, so recalling certain details was a little difficult; but he would figure it out eventually. He always did.
After walking along for another couple of minutes, he happened upon a strange figure standing near, who knew, a fountain. He was clad in a green cloak, much like his own aside from the obvious color difference. It must have been one of his comrades! Based on the ridiculous size of the man, Gilliam knew it to be Kalos. Smiling beneath his hood, Gilliam made sure to make it behind the fountain in respect to the giant. He had come from the side, and he was now sure to walk on his toes rather than normal. He didn't want his boots to give him away. Hopping up on to the edge of the fountain, he worked his was around it and peered over the shoulder of the waiting man. Their hoods would probably prevent Gilliam from being spotted at such a close proximity, and he was fine with that. He took a moment before finally saying, "What're we looking at?"
(Bleh, bad intro! Bad!)   ------------------------------------------------------------------------
"The only thing you'll ever save me from is boredom."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:16 pm
______________■ ■ ■ ■ ■
__________________ＳＩＥＮＮＡ ➸ ｎｉｇ ｈ ｔ _ ｈｕｎｔｅｒ
( _ ｉ_ａｍ_ｔｈｅ_ｈｕｎｔｅｒ_,_ｙｏｕ_ａｒｅ_ｍｙ_ｐｒｅｙ_ )
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The fountain, the fountain, where in the world was the fountain? Although Sienna came off as a quiet, concise individual, her thoughts were always racing. In this case, her mind was considering turning right at this corner here, and hopefully the fountain she was supposed to meet her companions at would be in that direction. Or should she turn left, towards the rising sun? One might interpret that as an omen of sorts: rising sun, new journey, etc. But Sienna wasn't the superstitious type, so she opted to turn right, and as she did, she glimpsed a dark figure turning after her. Frowning slightly, the Night Hunter wrapped her bright red cloak more closely about her, not letting on to the fact that she realized she had company. Casually, Sienna lengthened her strides, noting that as she did so, her follower's pace quickened as well. Now she was almost certain this person was following her, and she doubted that he (or she) had seen the great bow tucked under her arm; if he had, he probably wouldn't be following her right now. Sighing slightly, she rounded another corner, pressing her back to the building wall, feet still tapping slightly against the ground to mimick fading footsteps. Her follower rounded the corner just then, only to have Sienna's unstrung great bow flying towards his throat with considerable speed. Thwack! Whump! Crunch. First his throat, then his gut, followed by an uppercut to his nose, and then she was gone, all before he hit the pavement.
Sienna slowed a block away, tucking away a single strand of hair that had floated loose in the little affair from several moments ago. Now she was late and she'd be lucky to escape a sound tongue-lashing from Kalos, the punctual one of the group. But, as luck would have it, her little flight from her follower had taken her to a wide avenue, a small crowd already beginning to form as the day grew older. Down at the far end of the avenue was a fountain, two figures already there, one standing like a normal person, the other perched on the ledge of the fountain. Kalos had to be the standing one, considering the bulk. Aarden did no perching on ledges, so that left Gilliam. Where, then, was the Mystic Swordswoman? Sienna quickened her pace, ignoring the looks she got from people as they stared at her rather large weapon. Lucky they didn't see the katana at her hip, else they'd be even more anxious and worried. But she left them alone, not meeting a single glance, and they too left her to her own devices.
Approaching in full view of the other two, Sienna came to a stop several feet from Kalos and Gilliam, the latter looking like he was up to his usual mischief. "Apologies for my lateness," she said quietly, finally allowing herself to relax a little, great bow hanging loose by her side. "I was delayed." And, having fulfilled her talking quota, she lapsed back into the comfortable silence to wait for Aarden.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:48 am
► Renegade Blade, Vexen Diablo
"Oh? That didn't kill you?" It's been years on the run, and had a high price on my head.
Lawman said get him dead or alive, now it's for sure he'll see me dead.
The jig is up! The news is out! They've finally found me!
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty.
Never more to go astray, this will be the end today.
Of the wanted man.
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chance encounter aren't one-in-a-million, they happen everyday. For this young man, one who thought that stopping in to get a drink at the local tavern would be a swell idea, they happen to him everyday. Unfortunate for the young man in question, his reputation followed him. Even something as small as stopping for a quick drink at the tavern ended up in a fiasco, one he couldn't just shrug off. This whole situation was caused by a chance encounter, and this wouldn't be the only one today. The chains of fate are all linked. This chance encounter would only lead to another, and another, until his chain ran short. The young man in question couldn't help but think to himself, "It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?"
As the hood fell from his head, silence fell across the room. The men paused in their attack. Even their fearless leader, the notorious Sen Grex, couldn't believe his eyes. He knew something was off the second he saw the sword in his hands. To some, this man was a legend. To others, he was just another trophy to be hunted. A sickly smile crept across the notorious Sen Grex's face as he realized it was but the latter. The very treasure they had come searching for was right in front of his eyes. His heterochromia eyes scanned the room, nervously. Powerful as he may be, the young man was still outnumbered. The young man stared long and hard at each of the weapons. You can tell a man from the blade he wields, they say. How he chooses to fight his battles shows what kind of man he was. But he was nervous. Sen Grex could see this. Could this boy think he could possibly hide behind that mass of steel? "Well well, boys, look what we have here!" the Brute chuckled, calling to his men. " This 'Stranger' is none other but Diablo! How nice of him to visit? Let's show him a bit of our... hospitality...".
Sen Grex's maniacal laughter died away into the roaring of his gang. Blades brandished and weapons at the ready, all dying t get a piece of the one called Diablo. Before they began their war-march, Sen Grex had one last note to add on, "Cut him, break him, show him death! But remember this, SEN GREX GETS THE GLAIVE"! Diablo's eyes widened when he knew what they were after. It wasn't just some chance encounter, they had been planning on him to come.
Diablo's blade swung upwards to counter two men that had come at him. While it parried an attack, it also sent his deadly blade upward. He could feel the heavy metal slice deeply into the man's chest. Using the weight of the blade, he sent it crashing down onto the second man, killing him as well. As he pulled the blade up, back into a ready stance, a loud bang sounded. A bullet narrowly missed his hand, bouncing off one of the handle guards of his sword. Before another shot was fired, Diablo kicked a wooden, overturned chair at the shooter. It hit him square in the head. Not hard enough to knock him unconscious, but enough pain to distract him for a while. With the shooter down, he could deal with the rogue coming at him. A lithe man in a dark robe similar to his came dashing forward, two wicked, curved short-swords in hand. Diablo always hated the fast ones. His handle guard caught one of the precise slices the lithe man delivered, but couldn't catch the other one. He could feel the sting of steel as it pierced into his upper arm, not deep but two inches was notable. Out of frustration, he swung his mighty sword, cutting into the man's legs, knocking him over. With the momentum he once again brought the mammoth blade crashing down onto his enemy.
Sen Grex roared, charging forward with his vicious mace in hand. The one called Diablo hardly had time to react. The mace was swung underhand, aimed for Diablo's hand. Diablo could hardly describe the pain. His blade was sent flying into his hand just from the force of the strike, it's massive steel sticking two feet into the wooden floor. His hand burned white-hot from the pain, his nerves nearly dead from overload. He could hardly move his fingers. Sen Grex wouldn't give him time to recover. Using his brute shoulder, he tackled Diablo to the floor. " You know what I want, boy, and I think you know how this ends. Hand tit over and I will make it as fast as possible for you..." Grex taunted as Diablo tried to deal with the pain. His head spun, trying hard to focus. Perhaps he hit his head when he was sent to the floor?
From the other side of the room, Diablo wasn't the only one getting up. The shooter was just recovering, readying his weapon. Diablo stood slowly, only to give up and fall to one knee. The young man knew that he would only have one chance with the shooter taking aim at him, the sitting duck. He focused on his hand, a surge of energy from deep within started to gather in his hand. He suddenly felt energized, a dark force rippled through his body, bringing a twisted smile to his face as he became in a state of euphoria from it. A disc began to form in his hand, forged purely of that dark energy from within, and as it finished collecting, it sprouted three of it's own wicked, curved blades. "No... I WANT THAT GLAIVE!" Sen Grex roared as a loud gunshot emitted from behind him. Diablo took that as his signal. He released the Glaive, sending forwards at an incredible speed. It came in contact with the bullet but it couldn't be slowed. The bullet merely ceased to exist the second it touched the Glaive, eaten away by the dark force. It continued along its path, through the shooter, and arched back around. As it returned, Grex could only watching in horror as it sliced into his right arm, forcing him to drop the mace. It sailed through the air, stopped dead center of Diablo's palm where it retracted, disappearing from sight.
Diablo slowly made his way over to his broadsword, and as much as it pained his hand, gripped the handle and pulled it from the wooden floor. As he turned, Diablo couldn't help but sigh. "Oh? That didn't kill you"? Sen Grex stood before him, his pistol aimed for his head. "Don't even move, boy..." He started, "Do you know what a gun does? It fires this little metal ball, called a bullet. All it takes is me to pull this trigger... and you're dead. Last chance, boy, give me the Glaive"! Diablo lifted the broadsword, mimicking Sen Grex's aim. It caused him to laugh. " And what will that do, huh? I'm all the way over here! Bet you wish your blade was a few feet longer, huh boy?" His chuckles only lasted for so long. The recoil shocked through Diablo's arm as the broadsword fired. A bullet was sent through Sen Grex's chest. The man fell, struggling to keep his breath. " I'm very familiar what guns do, thank you, the one called Diablo spoke to the dying man. " They make even the loudest people shut the hell up". - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 12:39 pm
Kalos TerrenThe Hex-tech Defender || Devourer of Magic  XXXX  XXXX XXXX  XXXX >> -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- <<I don't want to be silent, I'm hungry, you haven't fed me in over a week. Com'on... I can feel that warlock coming close, let me feed on him a bit. Just a few spells. The voice spoke. It's raspy sound echoed in his head. Those around him wouldn't hear it, but to him it was loud and clear. A disobeidiant child who just wanted food. That's exactly what it sounded like... well that and the child had a horrible sore throat. For the moment though, Kalos decided it was best to litterally ignore the voice. He didn't speak or make any sounds just watched and read the map. It had other locations of towers but they were scattered farther away from the captial, and the king wanted them to take care of the immediate threat first...
"What are we looking at?" Gilliam chimed in.
If Hexvore hadn't warned him, he'd be a bit more shocked and might have tried to retaliate with a push, but he recognized the voice and the warlock was always getting himself into some sort of mischief. Needless to say, Kalos was used to it.
"A map you Idgit. What took you so long?" He asked.
Kalos lowered the map a bit and looked to the side to see the lad's face staring at it. He shook his head. "I'm trying to figure out the best course of action, and not just dive head first into enemy territory." He spoke. His eyes scanned the area only to find Sienna approach and apologize.
"Well at least your not the last person to get here. Where is our fearless heroine? She told us to meet here at this hour." Kalos spoke. He rolled up the map in his hands. "I swear, If I have to stay here longer they'll think I'm some sort of attraction, and then the kids will come and kids are almost as bad as Gilliam. All I want is to get going and some silence. Is that too much to ask?" The end of his speech was more of a selft rant than anything else.
"Anyways, the question you want to ask, is do you want to start with water or fire?" He asked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:02 pm
Aarden Blaise -------------------- Pulling her black cloak closer around her, Aarden made her way up the street. Retracing the path to the fountain she had scouted out yesterday. She had a tendency to over prepare, especially when she had the time. She was still a little uneasy about the quest set before them. She had complete faith in her comrades and their abilities. However, she had heard the rumours about the other people who had attempted what they were about to do. It had never ended well. Could they really promise to succeed when so many others had failed?
“Ma’am,” Someone tugged on her cloak, summoning her from her thoughts. She looked around to catch the culprit, and found a young boy staring up at her. She stopped walking, a little confused by the child’s intrusion, but smiled anyway. She was about to ask what he wanted when he continued, “You shouldn’t go that way!” Aarden eyed him curiously, then looked forward to see what he meant. Suddenly, a gun shot sounded from one the buildings. Inspecting it more carefully, she noticed it was a pub. Figures.
“Don’t worry.” She reassured the child, “I will be fine. You should go home.” She smiled, and urged him in the other direction. Once she was satisfied that he was out of harms way, she continued to make her way up the street. Another gun shot sounded as she was just about to pass by. She hesitated for a moment, she was definitely late now, but part of her felt she should probably just check it out. What if someone needed her help?
“Dammit.” She cursed under her breath, before heading over and taking a peek inside. A white haired man stood in the middle of the room, standing over a man, who was bleeding out and would soon die. She scanned the rest of the area, it appeared that this one man had taken out a whole room of thugs. It was both impressive, and terrifying. She looked the white haired man over one more time. He seemed familiar. She heard a couple groans from the room’s occupants, and suddenly decided she needed to do something. She didn’t care if they were a couple thugs, they didn’t deserve to be slaughtered like cattle.
“Hey!” She called out, “If you are looking for something to truly challenge yours skills, I have a proposition for you.” Aarden had stepped through the door and removed her hood, to make sure the man could see her clearly, “If you are interested, meet me just outside the castle walls at the fountain in the next fifteen minutes.” With that she exited the building, hoping that she had managed to peek his interest.
“s**t.” Aarden broke into a run. Now she was really late. She arrived at the fountain five minutes later, and found all her comrades were already there. Perfect, they could start right away. She wouldn’t even let them have a chance to give her flack.
“Hello, everyone!” Aarden greeted them cheerily, “Glad to see everyone made it. Now, we just need to decide which root we wish to take. I assume all of you have studied the maps I gave you?” She noticed Kalos had his map out and smiled, taking her own out.
“Oh!” She remarked, as she took a seat on the edge of the fountain. “Also, we need to wait ten minutes before leaving. We might have fifth person joining us.” -------------------- Mystic Swordswoman
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:35 pm
► Renegade Blade, Vexen Diablo
"Like hell I would..." It's been years on the run, and had a high price on my head.
Lawman said get him dead or alive, now it's for sure he'll see me dead.
The jig is up! The news is out! They've finally found me!
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty.
Never more to go astray, this will be the end today.
Of the wanted man.
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The one they called Diablo stood as the victor. Save for the regular occupants and the gang members that were too chickenshit to stand up to him, Diablo was alone. He always was. That was how he liked it. The final breath of Sen Grex had come shortly after the shot was fired. Diablo had scored a critical hit on the man, not many survived a bullet to the chest. It was a rare sight to see someone survive a direct shot from Caliber, his gunblade. Even this ox of a man didn't survive long, his failing breathing only sped up the process as the blood filled his lungs. Exhausted and wounded, this man couldn't hold onto Caliber much longer. He spun the heavy blade, shaking off what ever blood was sticking to the metal, landing squarely on his shoulder. Taking one final look at Sen Grex, the latest man to fail his journey for the Glaive, the one they call Diablo approached the bar.
Even though they call him Diablo, it was only part of his name, not that anybody remembers it. Diablo is a known name, though not many know the man who owns that name. One said to carry the power of death, the one who delivers with swift wings. A slayer of men and Gods. An unstoppable force. Great legend follows the man known as Diablo. But it was only legend. His name is Vexen Diablo, an ordinary man, not a legend. A cursed man, not unstoppable. Vex for short.
The barkeep looked very upset. Vexen could imagine why. His bar had turned into a battleground. His business would see a lot less patronage for a little while. And lastly, there was quite a mess on the floor. After what he'd done to Sen Grex, Vexen wasn't a much better guest in comparison. The man sat down back in his chair, the barstool he was in before he got so rudely interrupted. Looking down, he could even see the broken glass from his last drink. He shrugged the huge blade off of his shoulder, it was placed and leaned against the bar, before motioning to the barkeep. " I didn't like the last one... Refresh me?" Vex said coolly, brushing the glass onto the floor, only adding to the mess.
A glass of dark, amber liquid was placed in front of him. Through the sun's glare in his glass he could see oily swirls of the alcohol in his drink. It was exactly what he needed to get over the pain and stress this day had brought him. As he brought the glass to his lips, the next little event in out chain of fate showed up. Our next little chance encounter.
The door opened, another stranger. She called out to him. At first he ignored her, but it sounded like she was issuing some sort of challenge to him. Vexen had his share of pride. When she mentioned a proposition, Vexen sighed, and turned in his chair to face the voice. A lithe, cloaked figure, just starting to take her hood off. Her light eyes met his gaze through her long, dark hair, a nice contrast against her light skin. He closed his left eye, for one of two reasons. He was curious at her offer, but mostly didn't want her to see the red one. Vexen didn't need anyone else recognizing him, if at all possible. Vexen felt suspicious, he was sure he had seen her before. She was eerily familiar to him. Could she had been someone he'd met before? A friend of a friend? A one-night fling? Vexen could place it, and in the case she knew him, hoped she couldn't place it either.
Her offer ended without any information. She asked for him to come meet with her at the fountain in fifteen minutes. But she didn't say what she needed him for, what this so-called 'challenge' was. Vexen turned his back to her as she left, not a word left his mouth. " Like hell I would," Vexen scoffed.
" A lot of people dressed like that coming in today. Lot of people like that around. It's... odd..." came the voice from behind him. A large being, clad in armor, seemed to be he one owning the voice. His face was hidden behind a large crusader helmet, which muffled and echoed his voice. There was something incredibly odd about him, it sent chills down Diablo's spine. " There is a small group of them meeting in this very town. For the longest time, I thought you were one of them, that was, until, I saw you fight," the voice commented. Vexen was downright confused now. He had no idea what the tin-can was talking about. " Who are "they"?" came his response, still without a clue what he was talking about. " Those cloaked ones, each in possession of a pin. They are grand adventurers, hired by the King to seek out the Towers,". Who hadn't heard of the Towers? Thirteen spires, stretching to the mountains and heavens. Nobody knows who built them, and most are convinced they had been there since the beginning of time.
" What do you want from me?" Vexen snapped, turning in his chair, cutting to the chase. He already could see where this was going. " I hear that you are a person who can get things done. I want something done about those cloaked 'heroes'. They all wear a pin. I want them, and the ones who wear it... dead. I'm not the only one upset about this quest of theirs, so it is imperative they don't even get the chance to open the door. They have been unopened for all of time, they mustn't be allowed to be opened now,". Vexen thought for a moment, taking another sip of his rum, " Why would I care"? The Knight laughed from within his helmet, a coarse, echoing laugh. " You're a mercenary, do you ever care? But of course, there will be pay. Should money not be enough, I know something that may turn the tide,. Vexen's eyes shifted. Who was this man? Who was that girl? They were obviously on opposite sides, and both wanted his cooperation. He may as well go and hear both of them out. This day was about to get a lot more interesting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 7:02 pm
[ G I L L I A M H U X L E Y ]
All here! Gilliam frowned when Kalos called him an idgit. "Well, that's not very nice," he said as he hopped down from the ledge of the fountain, skipping twice on a single foot he ended up in front of the giant. Only his grin was visible from beneath his hood. "I went out last night. I figured we'd really get starting today, so why not? I had a rough morning because of it, and yet... I'm the second one here..."
His grin faltered for a moment as Sienna showed up. His grin returned then, still the only thing peeking from beneath the hood. "Look at you, out in public. Such a subtle color choice..." he said without malicious intent, though with a musing tone. "For someone who's profession is such that it is... It seems strange."
He turned back to Kalos then, a hurt expression upon his face. "I'm worse than children in your eyes? You remember you said that." he finished with before Aarden showed up.
He enjoyed the company of all of his companions very much, but that wouldn't stop him from teasing them, or prodding them, or shoving perturbed animals into their packs.
"Psh, who actually studied that thing?" Gilliam asked. His sudden change in emotional state was nothing new. He was back to normal, and everyone should have been used to that already. But, the actual truth was that Gilliam had the map memorized. "Anyway, there's a large diversity of monsters that are drawn to damp areas. Creatures that favor fire are less abundant, but they tend to be stronger in the offense." His face went blank for a moment, "A fifth?"------------------------------------------------------------------------
"The only thing you'll ever save me from is boredom."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 5:52 pm
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__________________ＳＩＥＮＮＡ ｎｉｇ ｈ ｔ➸ ｈｕｎｔｅｒ
( _ ｉ_ａｍ_ｔｈｅ_ｈｕｎｔｅｒ_,_ｙｏｕ_ａｒｅ_ｍｙ_ｐｒｅｙ_ )
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Of course Kalos was looking at the map, planning ahead and engaging in a round of light teasing with Gilliam. For such a big man, he was rather intelligent, and quite graceful in battle. Gilliam was the one who tried her patience most in their small group, though despite their radical personality differences, Sienna did not dislike him. He was probably the only loud person she could tolerate and even respect, though that didn't mean he didn't grate on her nerves, especially because he often did it on purpose, just to aggravate her. More often than not, Sienna remained unperturbed, but on the rare occasion he did manage to ruffle her feathers, she quickly corrected him with a bow tip to the forehead or arm. Yet somehow that didn't stop him from continuing to be a nuisance all the time.
Sienna inclined her head at Kalos' question. There was no need for her to reply, as there was no way for her to know where Aarden was, nor was there any need to comment on the situation. She herself was late, so it would be hypocritical to complain in Kalos' fashion. When he asked them which element they wanted to begin with, Sienna made no comment. She didn't care which direction they went; it was all the same to her. The small group had undertaken this task with the intent of returning the King's daughter to her home, but Sienna was there to provide her skills, not her opinions. If they wanted to start with water-based beasts, that was fine by her. Ignoring Gilliam, Sienna promptly reversed her cloak, revealing its mottled gray underside. When on the prowl, Sienna was not so stupid as to wear a bright red cloak; she'd had this cloak specially made for her, so that when she wished to remain hidden, she reversed the cloak as she did now.
Just then, Aarden arrived, looking slightly rushed, as if they had asked her to meet them here at this time, not the other way around. Nodding a greeting, Sienna assumed they'd get down to business now that everyone was here. She wasn't disappointed. She withdrew her map from beneath the folds of her cloak, which she'd taken the liberty of studying. The layout of the land was as familiar to her as the grain of her great bow, though there'd been some rather unusual changes lately, given the sudden activity of the towers and the appearance of their respective castles. When Aarden spoke of another arrival, Sienna frowned, prompted to speak. "Who?"
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