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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:17 pm
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The Ancients have left us. Their Old Ways are through. The Shadow are upon us. Bringing Death anew.
The Heroes will save us. The day will soon come. For with a gentle gust, The Shadow will be done.
The poem echoed across the three continents of Kaldoria, Cesandia, and Furuut for the first hundred years of rule under the Shadow. When They had come, they had overthrown the benevolent world leadership, the Ancients. In this world of swords and sorcery, no light can be seen. The wretched demons had the bodies of dragons, but the minds of something much worse. The people gradually forgot the poem, and soon all hope was lost. No-one dares to rise against their masters, as all have died who have.
Yet there are underground groups, fighting from within, from their hidden headquarters. They believe the heroes will rise, and the last Ancient alive, named Faltir, has stated:
Three heroes will bear the mark of the Sun, And their three brethren the mark of the Moon. Together Light and Dark will Rise, The Shadow be spent, may that day come soon.
Username: Character Name: Race: (Any accepted Powers: Weapons: Companions: Side; (Good or evil.) Mark (sun/moon): (If one of the heroes) Description: (Pic is optional) Bio: (Optional)
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:53 pm
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Username: Peppy Lemur Character Name: Glaz Trant Race: Human Powers: Able to deploy energy barriers at the cost of his lifeforce. Weapons: (Description) Companions: None Side: Good Mark (sun/moon): Moon Description: Bio: Born a rebel, always a rebel. Lived together with his brother, Xebach, and his sister, Claire, as his mother and father were working at a more active camp. They lived in their peaceful hideout, until they were discovered, and separated during the raid. Now Glaz is 25, and trains continuously, so that he may set out and find his family.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:41 pm
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Username: BJ Blascowitz Character Name: Kargate Race: Human Powers: None Weapons: War Glaive Companions: A small efl girl named Amber Side; Good, if the price is right. Mark (sun/moon): mood Description: Green eyes, blonde hair that is spiked up in an ordinary fashion, cahin mail armor with a traveling cloak. Bio: Kargate was born in a rebel camp, but left at an early age. He was intent on learning how the elves found peace. After twenty years of being with teh elves, their King gave him his war glaive as a sign of friendship and bond. On is way out, a small elven girl, as old as he, followed hm as his partner. Though she is small, she is fierce wiht a dagger, and worse when she gets a drop on you. They go around the world continents looking for work as mercenaries.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:57 am
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(( Well, we have our three Moon heroes... Now we need two more Sun heroes... Well, we can start and recruit them along the way. Here we go! ))
Rast Ezekiele was, to all extents and purposes, a dead man. He scowled as the Shadow took account of their raid on the camp, checking for prisoners and examining for able bodied workers. He used the tree he was chained to to adjust the bandage over the sun mark on his arm. Rast looked to the horizon, past the frames of the Shadow who were poring over the dead, consuming and looting, when movement caught his eyes. A flash, and then it was gone. A smirk came across his face. "Damn, Faltir, I don't know how you do it." He said as an arrow pierced the scales of a nearby Shadow. The other members of the rescue party came over the hill, taking out Shadow left and right, and soon the rebels outnumbered the Shadow.
(( Basically you could be part of the rescue party if you wished. ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 3:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 3:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 12:50 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 8:47 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 12:16 pm
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Rast looked back to the others. "This isn't your fight. It's my fault this camp was attacked, their scout saw the Mark I bear." He cast away the green bandage and turned to the Warlord. "I think I'd be better off sharpening my sword on your scaled hide than confining myself to whatever Hell you'd arrange."
The Warlord chuckled, or it seemed so. "Big words from a little hero. Fine then, face me, O Mighty One. " Rast saw the handle of his sword, and reached for it, but his hand never made contact. He was blasted off his feet by a pillar of black flames, landing ten feet away.
"Pitiful..." The Warlord said, but Rast rose up anyway. "You wish for more torture?" The Shadow gave a grin, showing some twist of emotion with jagged cruel teeth.
Rast nodded, smiling. "All I can get." He said as he drew his sword.
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