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 Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 6:47 pm
This is an RP where we all have some sort of special weapon, whether it be a staff or sword, it must be magic. This is medieval style.
The darkness fell, defeated by the great hero Rukia. It vowed, however, to come back again, when the land was weakened. Rukia struck the final blow, and it was banished.
Twenty years later, the prophets cried out, 'The darkness is returning!' Of course, none believed them. But then, plague visited them. It left just as quickly, making them wonder. Then, locusts struck their fields for seven days and nights. The townsfolk cried for help. They reached for the light. They reached... For us.
We are the elite, lights troops. It is up to us to save our world. The darkness is rising again; Who's side will you be on?
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 6:51 pm
Rules:
1.No god-modding or auto-hitting.
2.All profiles must be profiled to me named, "LoH/Blades RP"
3.At least one of your weapons must be magic.
4.You can only have one class.
5.No flaming, or picture-sharing. I had a problem with the latter...
6.Alert me if new rules are needed. I mean, like, LIFE OR DEATH.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 6:57 pm
Profile: Username: Name: Age: Appearance: Alliance sad Light or dark) Weapon(s): Class: Bio(Optional): Existing profiles: Username:Kilikrox Name:Kirushu Irikagama Age:16 Appearance:  Alliance:Light Weapons:Magic scythe, half gold, half silver blade (Backbiter), eyes that seem to pierce. Class:Scythe-wielder Username: Mobius Nightshade Name: Vladmir Arnyikev Age: 21 Appearance: Wears a sleeveless shirt and pants made entirely of leathr belts under a black cloak and hood. Mid-length black hair, is blind and has a white cloth over his eyes. Medium build, 6ft. tall, clean-shaven, walks barefoot Alliance: Light, oddly enough Weapons: Naginata (Mortis) Class: Necromancer
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 2:35 pm
((OPEN! YAY!))
Kirushu walked through the city of Orokos, making sure everything was in order. He stopped at a merchants shop. "Sir, may I see what you're selling?" The merchant nodded and said, "Yes, yes of course! If you wish for something, you do not have to pay! Reward for being so kind, and protecting us!" He smiled. "Thank you." He eyed a necklace. "Is that... Chrysmanthium?" ((This is a special ore that is hard to find, you would need a cyclops to dig it out because it's so close to the core of the world, which is enchanted flame. It is also enchanted.)) The merchant nodded. "You want it?" Kirushu eyed the merchant. "Cyclops..." He muttered, and stabbed the merchant through the heart. He gasped as it turned into it's true form, a 4'5" figure with one eye and one horn on its head. "Your kind is not welcome in Orokos!" He yelled, forcing the blade deeper into its heart. It dissapeared, dissipating into dust and smoke. ((This is how non-mortal creatures die.)) He picked up the necklace. "I'll keep this..." He muttered. He eyed a sword. "I like Backbiter fine... But still..." He picked it up and walked outside. "Any who wish to be my apprentice, come forth!"
((I'm thinking you could come forward, and become my character's apprentice but then he sees how much talent you have and they become just travelling companions.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 2:53 pm
Vladmir laughed from a dark alley, voice dripping with bitter amusement. "From your aura, I'd say you're more like an apprentice requiring a master than the other way around! Hold your tongue, whelp, so I may stop having to hold my sides at the absurdity!" His spiteful cackle reverberated down the street, turning many heads.
(It won't be that easy...)
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:16 pm
Kirushu pulled out his scythe from oblivion, changing his aura into a deadlier one. "Oh really?" He raised his scythe and struck the ground...
But it extended, landing just short of Vladmir. "I beg to differ. I am a scythe-master." He returned it. "Get over here, so that I may cut that tongue of yours right out!" He glared at him, using the stare that seemed to cut right through one, right into the soul.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:22 pm
He merely tapped his naginata to the ground. After a few seconds of nothingness, the ground began to rumble. From the earth rose the bodies of countless Tartars, Vikings, and warriors of all nationalities, all varying in their decomposition. All bore weapons, armour, and the occasional shield or two, and rushed toward the man, not fearing death for they already surpassed it... Vladmir's face was cold, indifferent. He knew the little whelp was asking for it, but he could only watch the fight by the man's aura, meaning the violence offered no amusement for him...
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:26 pm
The scythe blade widened, and he took out every single one in one strike. "Is that the best you can do? I've seen worse in the ancient texts! And I am only supposed to read the farming texts!" He laughed, mocking him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:34 pm
He waved his naginata emphatically, and all the bones gathered in a whirlwind. In a puff of dust, the bones formed a great dragon, a black fire burning in it's skull. It let out a roar, making the buildings tremble. "Can you truly hope to take on a dracolich? If you can, I'll consider taking YOU on as MY apprentice!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:40 pm
He laughed and took out Backbiter. "My father used to call me Lightning. Why? A flash of lightning-" He dissapeared, and suddenly the drocolich was in pieces, and one could hear random slashing noises. "And you're gone." He was tired- it took serious stamina to keep up that speed. However, he didn't let it show.
((I'll be right back.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:45 pm
Another wave of Mortis, and the dracolich was fully asembled once more. "I can do this all day." The undead dragon breathed black fire toward his foe...
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:54 pm
Kirushu sighed, and took out his scythe again. "Holy Remembrance," He said, putting the scythe in front of him. "Thousand strike Purification!" He put the scythe so it was the blade outstretched and the steel rod against his arm. He rushed forward, slashing a full thousand times at the dracolich, each time purifying it so that it could not be reformed. At the thousandth hit, he cried out, "Expulsion!" And the blade wiped the whole thing out.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 3:59 pm
He scowled. He could not hear the dracolich, and the aura was a holy one. "I'll admit, you are a formidable foe. Had our disciplines been different, the story would have been different, but as it stands we are binary opposites. Sure, I could create countless undead, even using the living as material, but you'd merely destroy them. We could perform weapons combat, or hand-to-hand combat, but I am less adept at that than you are. Well played. I'll be watching you..." He disappeared in a cloud of black smoke and fire, laughing until he faded away...
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 4:02 pm
Kirushu was breathing heavily. He turned around. "Are you okay?" Everyone nodded. "Good," He said. "I want you all to go back to your normal life; this is nothing to worry about."
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