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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:27 pm
 "Come traveler, and let me weave you a tale of adventure, romance, and tragedy. I have many tales with happy endings, but I shall tell you this special tale...one that did not bode so well for our heroes. You see in the end no man lives forever, and those that cast a light that would burn out in mere seconds tend to burn the brightest. That was the case with 'The Brave Five'. I knew them you see long long ago, when I was but a boy. I shall tell you about the unbreakable bonds they formed, the passionate romances they forged, and the brightest of lives they lived...yes...have a seat, for this is no short tale, and I can promise you, that you will cherish this day and all other's after much more once I've completed my tale."
~Archimedes the Storyteller
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:28 pm
 The King of Aeromanthis has decreed that the kingdom is in need of heroes whom are not hindered by the fear of death, and has set forth a reward to any man who can find five champions worthy of slaying the demon plaguing travelers on the outskirts of the continent. A simple, humble farmer met the cries of the king, informing him of five people whose abilities far outmatched any he's ever seen, and so with little said the king sought out these five extraordinary people, so that he may rid his kingdom of the foul creature...this is where our story begins.
You are amongst these five extraordinary individuals, whom were all taught under the same master known as Gantz some time ago, but have long gone your own separate ways some years ago. You know the others by name, but a lot has changed since childhood. All five heroes are located in the town of Yaroh, which is broken up into three districts, the residential district which is for the middle class, the regal district which is for members of royalty, and of course the slums which is where your usual lowlifes, cutthroats and thieves run rampant.
Little information was given on the whereabouts of these individuals, but vague descriptions were left by the farmer. Note that if you read these in real life...it doesn't automatically mean you know where to find the others in the game.
Karu Hitoshi, dubbed the name the lonely assassin, he disappeared from the world after failing to protect his beloved, but some say he can be found in a little hovel a few miles away from Yaroh. ~Played By: Karu Hitoshi~
A young woman by the name of Josephine Greyhn, known for her unmatched strength by both man and woman alike, was last seen as a maid in waiting to a noble woman in the regal district of Yaroh. ~Played By: LadyMnemosyne~
A healer by the name of Nakita, who healed an entire battalion of wounded soldiers before finally resting. She was known to reside within a little house within the residential district. ~Played by: Dainty Belle~
A thief with remarkable accuracy when it comes to throwing daggers and small projectiles. She was said to be seen frequenting the taverns of the regal district, filling her pockets to the brim. They call her Freya.
~Played By: Alara Morningstar~
A mage whose destructive powers have been sealed on his own accord. The mage can be seen drinking his sorrows away also within the slums district at the local pub. (unfilled)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:07 pm
[b]Name:[/b] (Character name)
[b]Age:[/b] (Please be reasonable...if your 300, but only look 12, give me a valid reason for it...)
[b]Race:[/b] (Human, Elf, or Dwarf...)
[b]Ability:[/b] (What is your heroes key strength?)
[b]Weapons:[/b] (What you have on character.)
[b]Occupation:[/b] (What's the job you do in town for now.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Two words, that's all I ask for. Example: Smooth; Sleek)
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] (When I said brief I mean brief...we'll get to know your character in the role-play.)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (description or a link to the pic)
All profiles are to be PM'd to me with the title of The Brave Five.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:17 pm
 As said previously you the heroes are all located in Yaroh within the various districts. The sun is about to set in the sky, the loud banters of men singing drunken chorus can be heard from the pubs signifying some sort of holiday was near. The air is cold and crisp, and small flakes of snow drift down from the evening sky. A fresh coat of snow blankets the ground giving a nice crisp crunch with every step, and the scent of honeyed ham could be smelt wafting from the tavern windows. Merchants are packing away their goods, and the streets are quickly starting to empty as the night begins to set in. Only a few drunks can be seen drunkingly weaving their ways home from the pub. Guards are posted at every high earning business to guard from thieves. The local guards are quite friendly despite all the armor, and festive decorations are seen everywhere.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 10:46 pm
He stepped out into the cold evening air, axe in hand, and a glint in his one working eye. Lifting his one free hand to his right eye, he felt the rough texture of the eye patch upon it and sighed softly walking towards a large pile of uncut wood. Unlike the people of Yaroh, he held no interest in celebrating the upcoming Winter Solstice. In these times he was content to remain hidden from the world, alone in his thoughts, so that he may never forget his great failure. He silently lifted the axe above his head, and brought it down upon a freshly placed log, splitting it down the center with perfection. With each fall of his axe, his pace increased as well as the intensity of his swing. In his mind, his thoughts kept replaying the moment in which he lost his beloved, and before he knew it, hours had passed by. Now with a well worked up coat of sweat gleaming upon his body, he picked up a bundle of the recently chopped wood and made his way into the small shed of a house he called home. He smirked as he tossed a fresh log into the fireplace realizing he had been outside without his shirt once more. It was a bit discerning, but he shrugged it off, and poured within a small wooden wash basin some hot water he had been heating earlier. Disrobing completely he dipped himself into the heated tub, and laid back his head staring at the ceiling.
Truly it was a lonely existence of which he had chosen, but as the years passed, his longing for companionship all but disappeared. He only longed for that which he had already lost, yet still his mind did wander to his former companions. He wondered what ever became of the others, if they went on to live normal lives, or if they just shut down...like he did. He sighed as he dunked his short silver like hair within the water. Reaching onto a nearby crooked night stand, he found himself a cigarette, and a box of matches, but clumsily fumbled the two, dropping both into the wash basin and swore out loud as he quickly snatched the two from the water and flung them across the room to join the heap of empty scotch bottles strewn about carelessly about the place.
Stepping from the wash basin, he quickly dried himself and threw on a quick change of clothes. He walked towards the door only to pause and stare back at a picture of a young woman, above the picture hung his two blades, crafted from the bone of dragon. He said nothing as he turned towards the door and exited the hovel, making his way towards the tavern he frequented quite often. With little coin in his pocket, he valued cigarettes and alcohol more than a meal in these times. He cared little about taking care of himself anymore. Truth be told he lost two things that day, his beloved and his thirst for adventure. It was true, that in his day he could slay a man with no more than a two in blade, but those days were long and dead. Now he was nothing more than a closet drunk.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 11:10 pm
Freya awoke, staring up at the sky, the darkness. What had woken her? She lay there for a long time waiting as the memory returned. Ah yes. Her sister. She'd been dreaming of her sister, of that night, of her friends. How long had it been? 5 years. 5 long years since she heard that gentle voice upon the breeze. She reached up and wiped a tear from her eyes. This would do her no good. She moved to the edge of the building in the darkness. She'd slept the day way in the shade of an overhang on the roof. Her mark was sleeping now. She could hear them below her. 1..2...3...4...5....6....7...*snore*...1.. she timed it. Slipping the hook onto the edge she lowered herself. This had been her life since that fateful night when she'd lost the only family she knew. Stealing from those who would make money off of the poor and pitiful.
Her feet hit the windowsill in time with a snore. Sweeping into the room silent as death she made her way to the spot where he kept his money. Her knife was out and she was prying the lid in but a moment. She waited still for a moment until his next snore to finish the job. Again pausing before grabbing the loot. She made her way back to the window. Climbing back out and stalking off over the thieves highway she allowed her mind to wander some. Back to a world where things were simpler, and happier, back before things went south. Before the world flipped on it's belly with a single blade and all happiness spilled from all of them along with each drop of her sisters blood.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 9:10 pm
She wasn't sure exactly how long she had turned her attention to the happenings in the square bellow. From the large windows of her lady's drawing room the entire square where mostly members of the court and their families lived surrounding a well-kept and lush green stretch of trees and flowers. The leaves had long since changed their colors and fallen from their branches, leaving almost skeletal arms of birch and maple. White cobblestone streets were slowly becoming indistinguishable beneath the recent blanketing of snow. It was the children, however, that had caught her attention.
They were standing huddled in a group around some poor creature that had been trapped beneath a large fallen branch. None of them were strong enough to lift it, even as a collective, and some had begun looking for any guards roaming around or their family servants. Josephine sighed knowing that if she wasn't stuck inside at the moment she could have easily lifted that branch like it were a twig. No one here had seen her ability since her arrival...and she was hoping to keep it that way. Some things were better left in the past.
That was when the decorative pillow struck the back of her head. Josephine yelped as the bottle of ink she had been using to dictate her lady's message tipped over and spilled across the surface of the desk and onto the letter. "Madame, I am so sorry please forgive my clumsiness!" she quickly sputtered as she tried to clean up the mess and save the letter but to no avail. Only to find that her lady was merely laughing behind her. Turning the woman, about 6 years older than she was, was nearly on the floor and bright red from laughing so hard.
"Oh Josephine!" she squeaked out trying to catch her breath. "I'm sorry darling you were just so distracted and weren't responding. I hope you are alright."
"Madame, I assure you I am just fine," she replied, hurrying over to help the woman back up onto her sofa. "But I do wish you would be more careful with your health! Now that you are managing for two..."
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 12:15 am
He trudged into the tavern without so much of a second to pass before he bee-lined his way to the bar. He moved through the place like an old ghost, there at one point, and once more disappearing into the shadows only to reappear at the bar, his odd golden eye glowing with a faint shimmer of light, dulled by the unfortunate situations that fate wrought upon him. At some point he realized he was a poor reflection of his former self and simply didn't care...well at least he didn't care after the first six pints of ale. The bartender and Karu had an unspoken agreement you could say. He didn't ask questions and provided the ale and tobacco at his request, and Karu would keep the wrong crowd from taking over the tavern permanently. So there he was, on his tenth pint, well swooning from the ale's intoxicating results. He did not rejoice, nor sought any company, and quickly waved off any who was brave enough to speak to a man once legend. He simply drank.
All good things must come to an end. When he had his fill he rolled a couple gold coins in tip to the bartender, and turned to stumble his usual way home, alone, but was surprised by a messenger before him knelt and patiently waiting. Had he been there the whole time? The messenger outstretched a scroll, handed it to Karu, and with nothing said disappeared back into the cold night. The scroll was sealed with the King's seal, and he immediately knew what it was for. He simply gripped the scroll tighter and looked back at the patrons who were now staring at him intently. The silence hung thick until Karu finally made his move out the door, and walked back to his little hovel, his mind deep in thought. Rumors of the King seeking five mighty hero's hung thick in the conversations throughout the taven in the past two weeks, so he had expected this to come. When he arrived at his hovel, he pushed open the doors, and flung the scroll into the pile of bottles in his corner and plopped down upon his raggedy bed. His eyes followed the walls with his eyes until they met his two blades, mounted peacefully on the wall. He hadn't lifted them for five years now. He was going to keep it that way.
"Damn...I forgot my smokes..." was all he uttered as he turned onto his side, and shut his eyes to think.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:01 am
Freya had returned to what passed as her home. Everyone thought she was something she wasn't. No one knew what she really did. So long as she could afford the food and lodging no one cared to look too closely. She'd been more then a tad displeased to find a man at her door. She stalked up to him, her normal garb concealed beneath a slightly revealing dress. It was a simple change, pull her arms from the sleeves, roll down the bodice enough so it wouldn't be noticed, slip on the dress. Instant 'wasn't me'. Still she put her hands on her hips and glared at the man, and the scroll he held out to her. "No" was her initial response, still he insisted and left. She made her way into the room. She didn't have to read it. She cursed and packed her bag.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen" Freya's voice droned from the shadows as Karu slunk into the room. Her head was covered in one of her sisters scarves, a dark blue with silver embroidery. During the day it was a lovely number during the night... she may as well be wearing a shadow. She wore her usual outfit. Kid leather and suade. Soft, supple, flexable and died a nice charcoal gray. Never go with black, it just didn't work as well as one would think. She sat up on one of the crossbeams with her crossbow upon her lap. "You look a fright." She had a soft mask of the same material as her clothes tied over her eyes, the scarf to cover anything else, only the whites of her eyes themselves shone in the dark but only if you looked for it.
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 7:08 pm
That was the end of that conversation. Madame Touve knew that Josephine was right and they both knew her husband would not be pleased with another miscarriage. Josephine righted her lady onto the couch again and returned to the desk to rewrite the letter. As the words began to flow again she glanced only once to the commotion down below, where a pair of servants had finally arrived to save the poor animal to the choir of happy cheers from the crowd. Half an hour later Josephine was excused to send off the letter and give Madame Touve some time to rest.
The manor house wasn't as large as some in the regal district but it had still taken her a month to fully figure out how to navigate the halls on her own. Twists and turns and numerous back staircases gave the Master of the House and his wife plenty of room and space from the servants while at the same time giving the servants multiple access routes for fast service. Headed down to the ground floor and out the back door from the kitchen Josephine was about to grab her cloak to head out into the quickly falling night to walk the length of the square to the house of Madame Touve's childhood friend when the Master's man Jean Rue stopped her just outside.
He was standing near a man whom she immediately recognized as an official messenger of the King. Before either could say anything to the man or each other he dropped to his knee before her and handed her a sealed scroll. This couldn't be possible...if the gossip in the regal taverns was true then she could guess the only reason the King would want to contact her. And she had tried so hard to just be normal. Nodding to the gentleman she broke past them and rushed off without her cloak to her destination, slipping the scroll into the hidden pocket of her skirt and hoping that Jean Rue wouldn't start gossiping with the other servants about what the scroll might contain or why she had reacted in such a way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:22 pm
Sometimes the only worthy thing to do to pass the time was drink. At least that is what Joker told himself every time he found his feet leading him through the dark and dangerous streets to his local haunt as if by force of habit. Sometimes when he happened upon a moment of sobriety he could remember the time before he had poisoned his body with ale. When he had perhaps been happy, surrounded by the only people he would ever consider "family". Stepping beyond the threshold Joker was greeted by the usual crowd, only half as many as would be expected in a few hours. This meant however that his seat at the end of the bar was free and as always welcoming.
"Ev'n Joker." the barkeep whistled his usual greeting, sliding a mug down the worn wooden counter top till it settled in his outstretched and open hand. The cool metal surface was always welcomed against the scarred flesh of his left hand. He was never asked for payment, and he was not entirely sure why. It did have something to do with the barkeep's knowledge of who he had been in his former life but Joker hadn't put the pieces together yet. That nickname...it had been something he picked up in the last stretches of his time with the other four, and had been continued by the barkeep when he arrived to keep him from having to reveal his real name. Anonymity was a blessing when you were trying to forget the pain of the past, and if it meant that Guveye had to be known by an alias then so be it...
Within an hour the volume in the tavern was near to deafening and Guveye was five mugs of ale into an evening that might include at least five more. After a while he had learned that the more he had been seen drinking the less likely people would bother him, interacting with a drunk man wasn't the reason the patrons showed up every night. No, it wouldn't be until the early hours of the morning when the only ones who remained were those as drunk as he would be and the handful of thieves among the crowd looking for esy pickings that he would have to worry about anyone else.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:34 pm
Karu didn't even turn to face the familiar woman he knew as Freya. Instead he only looked out into the darkness. Truth be told when he was at his best, he would've sensed her some time back, but no...he gave up on that part of himself a long time ago. He kept his eyes closed as he breathed in the sweet scent of familiarity. She smelt like her, and he hated that. She even looked a little like her...and it tore him apart.
"Why are you here? I told you not to come here again..."
He sighed as he finally rolled over on his side to get a look at the familiar face. It was true that they did share a past together, but he didn't want to remember the past anymore...not at the cost of remembering that night again. He swallowed hard as he felt his the weight on his chest as he tried to hold back his tears. Without a single tear shed, he stood up again from his bed, and slowly made his way towards a large wooden chest in the corner of his hovel.
Why did this happen?
Why wasn't I fast enough?
I wasn't strong enough!!!!
I should have been there!!!!
It should have been me!!!
With every step towards that chest he relived those questions, each echoing within his mind. Already he assumed that the others had received requests just as he had, so he was bound to hear from one of the others. The question was, how did they find him? He had disappeared from the world, traveling from place to place. How did they know he'd be here...? Truth be told, he was glad that she found him. He yearned to feel the rush of combat, the sheer thrill of battle somehow would cleanse him of this affliction of the heart. Who knows? Finally reaching the chest, he knelt down and unlatched the seal upon it's bulky frame. He pushed up the lid revealing his old armor of which he wore in the years of glory. By now a thick veil of silence enveloped between Karu and Freya.
"Well then..."
Grabbing his armor and placing it back onto his body, a glint of life shone back into the tarnished warrior. He looked upon his dusty blades that hung mounted upon the wall. Walking over to them, he placed his hands around the two blade's handles, memories of battles past. If he couldn't forget the past...then he'll simply busy himself.
"Shall we go meet the others..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:48 pm
"I know" Freya said, unmoving, from the shadows.
She knew what he saw when he looked at her. He wasn't seeing Freya. He was seeing her sister. They looked enough alike that it was sometimes difficult to tell them apart. Only her sister always tried to help others, Freya... well she was a thief now wasn't she, that in itself was answer enough. He knew why Freya was there too. There was no avoiding it. They got the summons, eventually everyone would come together again whether they liked it or not. Freya just wasn't one for running. Her sister had instilled that in her and she embraced it. She waited, watching as he moved about his hovel. He wasn't even really looking for answers from her. The answers he wanted he was never likely to get. She waited and watched as he donned his armor.
She sighed and shook her head. He would never have let himself become like this if she were there. She knew that. She closed her eyes for a moment picturing a large home with billowing curtains and cushions and children running around filled with laughter. That dream was never real though and eventually she had to open her eyes. Her eyes landed on him. Did he have the same dream?
"Yes. Lets." She said dropping to the ground. Her sisters silk scarf billowing from around her head. She landed next to him, crossbow in hand, bag over one shoulder, she met his eyes. "Are you ready?"
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LadyMnemosyne Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 8:25 pm
Josephine's head was swimming with memories of those last few days when the five had still been together. Days that haunted her dreams for years and yet somehow had kept her rooted to Yaroh. There had been a time when she would have run away to a new nation, picked a new name and continued life as best as she could. She had tried that, but only managed to get so far as to the regal district as a friend and lady-in-waiting to some rich woman. Why was she so much more afraid of change when the others were no longer there with her? Change had been a common occurrence in their life before that to not accept it would have gotten her killed many times. In this state of mind she barely remembered mindlessly dashing to her destination and handing the note silently over to a bewildered maid at the door before stumbling off in her own world, lost in thought.
If the King really was summoning heroes, was it possible that she would soon be seeing the four people that her life had once revolved around? Who else could possibly take on such a task other than them? Her heart began to flutter with the sudden realization that in a matter of time she could be reunited with them and that a whole new adventure would begin. She wondered how much they had changed...or if things were exactly the way they had left them. Before she realized it she had wandered aimlessly beyond the regal district and the residential district and stopped just beyond the boarder of the slums. Josephine took in the familiar sights that had been a stranger to her for so many years and suddenly for the first time in a long while she strangely felt at home.
Except now she stood out like a sore thumb in a gown that clearly screamed upper district; Madame Touve had insisted on her wearing her hand-me-downs when they had become closer to keep Josephine from looking like some common maid, so even though they were secondhand and certainly simpler than the regal district's newest fashions she was far too overdressed for the slums. "And without a cloak to conceal myself..." she muttered to herself, trying to decide if caking the dress in mud would hurt or help her cause. Deciding against it for the sake of her lady Josephine took a well-remembered path to a smaller tavern nearby where she was sure the barkeep would have something to help her out. So long as he was still around.
She could feel hundreds of hungry little eyes following her both from the street and from hidden places that you would have to know about to find. More and more she found herself wishing she was in her old padded leather ensemble than the gown for the simple fact that it was easier to move around in. The sense of death was creeping down her back but she managed to keep her cool just long enough to make it into the tavern. Oh that familiar smell of alcohol and treachery. Was it strange that she was comforted by it? The eyes in the bar of those who were still sober enough to pay attention followed suit of those on the street but she didn't care except for those staring at her from behind the bar. "Josie, well there's a sight!" the barkeep exclaimed as she rushed to the bar and pulled up to an empty spot before anyone around could get over their initial shock of a lady entering in such finery.
"Boris, it is so good to see you!" Josephine beamed, so grateful to see another familiar face from the past.
"Forgive an old fool for speakin' bluntly, but what's gotten into your head, las, comin' hear like that?" He motioned to her dress and she shook her head.
"Long story, but can you help me out? Do you have that chest I left here?"
"Of course, I figured you'd be back some day and Marianne made me promise to keep it for ye. Come on back and take a look for yerself." Boris motioned to a door behind the bar and with a gracious thank you she hurried behind the bar and through the door. It led to a hallway that expanded the tavern to the area where Boris and his family lived. Passing through another door she found the room where she had once taken refuge before finding her way to the regal district, and just as she had left it the chest where she had placed the articles of her former life. Looking inside she nearly teared up at the sight of the dark padded leather ensemble that, while still feminine in its construction, was perfectly functional for a hand-to-hand fighter who needed the benefit of protection and mobility. Fingering the textiles she couldn't help but smile sadly. "I've come home, luv. Let's see what trouble we're getting into this time..."
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