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Post by Will on Oct 17, 2008 21:26:11 GMT -5
OOC: VALLEY OF THE DAMNED! Sorry, couldn't resist it. OOC: Good job. Griff you have been demoted from True Dragonforce Fan to Bandwagon Dragonforce Fan. |
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Post by Griffin on Oct 18, 2008 12:35:37 GMT -5
OOC: Oh dude, I didn't even know what you were talking about. I was something alone the lines of an Avatar based text message I apparently sent you.
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Post by Will on Oct 18, 2008 17:23:16 GMT -5
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Post by Griffin on Oct 18, 2008 18:17:26 GMT -5
OOC: I know right?
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Post by Griffin on Oct 18, 2008 20:30:56 GMT -5
OOC: If anyone's wondering, I'm waiting for Brandon to respond before we revive.
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Post by Will on Oct 20, 2008 20:31:28 GMT -5
OOC: You got my message, right?
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Post by Griffin on Oct 20, 2008 21:02:41 GMT -5
OOC: Indeed, I have.
Update to all members:
Alex, Kinda, and myself check out all good. Will's going to be busy, but can be called in when needed. Dan's parents don't like him and his computer time is severely limited as of late. I won't hack him again, but it'll slow things down a bit. Brandon is too busy to participate full time. He's given me permission to control Lilliana in a general sense of things. I'll be calling him in for large plot events and such, but otherwise, Lilliana will be under my control.
I'll get a quick summary of events up tomorrow and we'll start right when we can.
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Post by Griffin on Oct 21, 2008 19:04:17 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, folks. This will have to be delayed by another few days. A 6 and a half hours Drama Club rehersal got thrown my way today and I have too much homework tonight. It'll be up Thursday.
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Post by Griffin on Oct 23, 2008 20:41:27 GMT -5
OOC: Summary below.
What we’ve done:
The Midland Elite has successfully aided in fending off one of the largest rebel attacks on Solaris, the kingdom we’re contracted with. The rebel attack came from the southern swamplands of Rufare. Unfortunately, the eastern plains kingdom of Tenmau was roughly involved. An elite mercenary unit from the Cobra Venom clan was hired by Rufare to aid in the attack.
During the attack, a new person became entangled in the Elite’s affairs, a treasure huntress by the name of Papillon. She translated for the Tenmau mercenary’s leader. The leader, Davian, asked Papillon to return to their base for further questioning. She cooperates and gives no further information. A suspicious Davian locks her in the back cell while he and Simeon report to the king.
The rest of the crew is to do as they please until dusk.
OOC: Again, very busy. Will post tomorrow. Feel free to post anyway.
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Post by Will on Oct 23, 2008 23:40:20 GMT -5
Tekrias slept.
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Post by Griffin on Oct 24, 2008 6:08:26 GMT -5
OOC: OBJECTION! He's guarding Papillon, remember?
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Post by shadowdeath on Oct 24, 2008 14:22:29 GMT -5
OOC: So what do I do about ST? Since we were originally going to go shopping or something.
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Post by Will on Oct 24, 2008 21:14:57 GMT -5
OOC: I'll be woken up if there's any disturbances. =P
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Post by Griffin on Jul 5, 2009 16:38:21 GMT -5
OOC: This is BIG. Assume you're in town or where ever you're supposed to be. Take time to respond.
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Davian and Simeon marched silently through the Solarian castle. Fine paintings, jewelry, pottery, and other regal knick-knacks lined the halls. Davian could tell his partner wanted to take them. He did have rather sticky fingers, but he believed Simeon knew better.
As they made their way to the throne room, Davian took notice of the guards marching throughout the various side halls and rooms. The orderly staff gave them a fair berth. The guards were given instant entrance to any room. They practically expected others to make way for them. It was interesting.
The two arrived at the gigantic wooden doors for the king’s throne room with two guards armed with the same armor and poleaxes standing in alert. While the doors were massive, they were unrealistic to open and close on a regular basis. Instead, a set of smaller, human sized doors were built into them. Davian and Simeon were given access with ease.
The throne room of King Doren was a rather magnificent sight. A white carpet guided visitors forward to the marble throne of the king. Flanking the throne were two, lesser granite thrones for the prince and King Doren’s advisor, Hawley. On one side of the massive room lie tables, desks, shelves, and other tools for the king’s cabinet. The other side was rather cozy. Comfortable chairs, elegant tables, chandeliers, rows of wine racks, and a long, glass dinner table. This side was used to entertaining people of importance and for the king’s family. And most importantly, behind the thrones, protected by a magic lock, was the door to the Tower of the Eye. A seamless integration of function, comfort, style, and tradition.
But they weren’t here to drool over the castle.
The prince was absent from his lesser throne, but Advisor Hawley was leaning on the arm of the throne, speaking intently to his king. The two mercs made their way, side by side, up the white carpet and stopped before the throne. Davian eyed Hawley suspiciously. There was a presence about the man he couldn’t place. When Hawley finished his conversation, King Doren turned his sight toward the mercenaries. They both knelt and bowed their heads in response.
“Rise Captain Boyer,” he said.
They did. Davian smiled lightly, “You remembered.”
King Doren chuckled, “You weren’t cheap, my boy. I just hope my gold doesn’t go to waste.”
“Well, it didn’t sir.”
Doren’s brow furrowed, “What do you mean?”
At this point, Davian nudged his partner. “Mr. Hawley,” Simeon spoke, “I have something that might interest you.”
King Doren smiled lightly. He knew mercenaries valued privacy. “Go on Hawley,” said the king. “We’ll continue later.”
With that, Simeon and Hawley made their way to the work-oriented side of the throne room. Davian took some steps closer to the king. “Now,” Doren started, “what happened along the border?”
“Rebels. Lots of them. The entire southern border was practically covered with them. Your men say it could possibly be their biggest raid.”
“I assume you repelled them?”
“Yes, sir,” said Davian. “Your regular border guard are visiting nearby villages to see if any are still in the kingdom, but that’s not why I’m here.”
“Captain?”
Davian stepped forward a bit for, leaned in, and spoke quietly, “Sir, a regiment of Tenmau cavalry joined the side of the rebels during the fight.”
King Doren’s gaze dropped at his words. He placed a hand on his forehead in thought. “I assume you repelled them as well?”
“Killed all but a few, sir.”
“Did they have anything to say?”
“Their leader, a captain by the name of Ork’am, said that he and his brothers from the Cobra Venom clan were hired by an anonymous man from Rufare.” Davian could tell King Doren was concerned. He added, “There shouldn’t be need to worry, sir. The Cobra Venom clan are the outcasts of the Tenmauans. The higher clans won’t take action against them, but they won’t join the Rufarians in war.”
The king sighed, “Well, that is good. Do you think they will join the rebels again?”
“Unlikely, sir. The Cobras’ aren’t as numerous as the higher clans. They don’t have the manpower to join in another raid.”
A relieved sigh escaped King Doren and he smiled. “Thank you, Captain Boyer. How can I thank you?”
“You could give us our paycheck just a tad early. Maybe throw in a little something extra,” Davian said with a smile. He rather liked being a mercenary.
“Well, I can give you your money early, but I’m afraid that my hands are tied on a bonus. Maybe next month.” With that, King Doren called out for Anson, his treasury keeper, to fetch the monthly paycheck for the Midland Elite.
As Anson left, Simeon and Hawley returned to their prior positions. While waiting for their money, Davian got a good look at Hawley. His face was weathered, but he wasn’t an old man. Maybe in his thirties. His hair was dark, slicked back, and he has dull brown eyes. He wore black robes, hinting at magic, but the blade on his belt suggested a swordsman. What interested Davian the most, though, was how Hawley kept eyeing King Doren’s scepter resting against the throne. His thoughts were interrupted, though, by the familiar jingling of gold coins. Anson returned with 1000 gold coins in a wooden chest. He gave the chest to his king, who spoke, “Captain Boyer, Lieutenant Grey, your payment as stated by our contract: 1000 gold coins, Solarian currency.”
The king handed the chest to Davian as Simeon pulled a burlap sack from his utility bag. He held the mouth end open wide as Davian poured the chest full of gold into the sack. Simeon held the sack out and felt the weight. “Sure feels like 1000 coins.”
“Alright,” Davian said, returning the chest to the king. “See you next month.”
The mercenaries turned to leave. Simeon slung the sack full of money over his shoulder and they made their way back down the white carpet. The moment the left the throne room, Simeon whispered, “Hey boss, that Hawley guy, didn’t he seem suspicious to you?”
“You felt it too?”
“Yeah. The whole time I was showing off the chems, he kept looking back at you guys. His foot kept tapping too. It seemed like he had something on his mind.”
Davian waited for a guard to pass out of earshot before responding, “Think we should look into it some more?”
“Of course.”
At this point, they were almost back to the front gate. They could see outside and, being almost evening, no one was around except the two gate guards.
“Make sure the left guy doesn’t make any noise,” Davian said. He placed his hand on the grip of his sword and began channeling lightning into it. It happened the moment they were lined up with the gate guards. Davian went right, pulling out his sword and slamming the flat of it into the armored chest of the guard, electrocuting him, knocking him out. Simeon went left, simply smashing the guard over the head with the sack of gold.
Quietly and out of sight, they pulled the guards into a side room back in the castle pulled the armor on over their clothes, taking on the role of Solarian guards. Their weapons and the money were left in the room, hidden in a wardrobe.
The duo, undercover, made their way back to the throne room, trying to look like the guards while doing so. The throne room guards eyed the two warily, but let them pass. Just as they entered, they caught Hawley walking into one of the back rooms. However, another pair of guards blocked entry. Undeterred, they made their way across the room. After a quick clearing of the throat, Simeon bellowed, “Hey, maggots. Chief wants you back at the guard station for reassignment. And I wouldn’t linger either.”
The guards looked at each other, clearly confused. But, they shrugged, grabbed their axes, and left. Davian and Simeon took the same position in front of the door. Simeon pressed his ear up against the door and waited. After a little while, he looked over at Davian and shook his head. Davian hesitantly raised his hand up and knocked on the door.
Nothing.
He glanced an inquiry at his partner who tried the handle. The door opened easily. No one was around. There wasn’t even anything in the room. They walked inside, and Simeon quietly pointed out a hatch in the floor. Davian quietly opened the hatch. A ladder was leading down into a stone hall. They removed the heavy armor they had and began to sneak down the ladder. Simeon led, keeping a hand on the knife he kept with him. They could hear something, a whirring sound, from down the hall. At the corner, they poked their vision around to see Hawley, the king’s personal advisor, tampering with dark magic.
They could just tell it was dark magic by the feeling in the air. Four objects sat in a perfect line: a book, a knife, a gem, and the king’s scepter. They didn’t get a chance to observe what Hawley was doing though. He haphazardly turned around and saw the two spying on his work.
“You two!”
Simeon spoke quickly, “Time to go.”
“Guards!!”
“Run!” Davian cried. They ran, full speed, climbing the ladder far ahead of Hawley. Davian poked his head up the hatch, opened the door, and already guards were flowing into the room. Simeon surfaced and slammed the door and the hatch shut. Placing a hand on Davian’s shoulder, he said, “You gotta go.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“That was big. I don’t know what it was, but it was big, and you have the get the Elite and get out of here.”
“Simeon...don’t.”
“We can’t both get out of here.” Simeon drew his knife and handed it to Davian. “You gotta go.”
Davian grimaced at the thought, but knew Simeon was right. He took the knife from his friend. Simeon quickly grabbed a block of the dynamoglycerin, stuck a fuse in it, and grabbed a vial of Eye Gas. He never leaves all his weapons behind. “Are you ready?”
Davian nodded grimly.
Simeon lit the fuse. Knocks started coming from the door and hatch. Simeon stopped on the hatch and a yelp could be heard as Hawley fell off the ladder. “I’ll need you to clear them from the doorway,” Simeon said. Davian nodded and prepared a thunder blast. “Davian, don’t forget the money,” he said with a smile. Then, the move was made.
Simeon opened the hatch and lobbed the bomb down and slammed the hatch shut again. Davian opened the door and released the thunder, knocking the guards away. “GO!” Simeon yelled. Davian ran full speed for the doors. Simeon lobbed the Eye Gas into the throne room and guards fell in pain. Those who avoided the gas grabbed Simeon as he watched his friend run. He died knowing he made a difference.
Davian ran without looking back to where they stored their gear. He grabbed his stuff, the money, and as much as Simeon’s gear as he could. With that, he ran from the castle and into the town. He forced himself to stop and catch his breath. As loud and thunderous as he could muster, he yelled, “Elite!! Back to the base, double time!”
Davian mounted his horse, took the reigns of Simeon’s and rode off back toward the base, continuously wondering what Hawley was doing, or even if he was dead.
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Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2009 16:11:31 GMT -5
Lilliana, dressed as a trollop, strolled about the classless cobblestone streets.
Objective... destroy a foul man.
She continued to roll this idea in her head constantly. Destroy. In any way or form possible. Just destroy. Although there were several men staring her down from head to toe, none had the nerve to slide money into her clothes and ask for their needs met. Lilliana brushed her hands through her hair again, making sure not to change the color all at once, but to slowly change it shade-by-shade as she continued to walk.
After more than several hundred steps, Lilliana was a beautiful blonde tramp, and blondes have more fun.
And by fun, it usually means sex.
She leaned against a streetlight seductively, and was quickly approached by a man who had a clear need that he wanted met.
"Excuse me" the man asks, "how much do you charge?"
Lilliana eyes him, flawlessly covering her malicious motive. "Not much babe. Why don't the two of us go back here where we can further discuss this little issue."
Pulling him gently by the collar, Lilliana dragged the man into a murky alleyway, where she planned her deed of redemption.
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Post by shadowdeath on Jul 6, 2009 19:01:14 GMT -5
OOC: Just wondering... ST, wasn't I with your char?
Or no?
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Post by killerinstinct on Jul 7, 2009 2:14:53 GMT -5
OOC: As far as I remember, your char went with ST's, but tried to go on his own separate way.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 7, 2009 12:52:13 GMT -5
OOC: Maybe have Aero actually hear Davian, grab her, and run back? I'unno. Unless ST has something else planned.
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Post by Admin on Jul 7, 2009 15:55:40 GMT -5
OOC: ST just has murder in mind, but will not execute it until more people actually post -hint hint-
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Post by Griffin on Jul 7, 2009 15:59:49 GMT -5
OOC: That means you Alex.
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Post by shadowdeath on Jul 7, 2009 19:04:39 GMT -5
OOC: what is this I don't even
Aero was dragged to the town by Lillian to buy her soap. And now Lillian was gone. He sighed as he looked to see what the vendors had.
"Hey hey mister, are you looking for soap for your girl?" one of the vendors asked. He brought out a colorful basket full of soap bars of all shapes and sizes.
"Actually she's not my -"
"How about this one eh?" he said pointing at a big cream colored one. "It's only 5 silver coins"
"Hm... this is pretty expensive... but then we are getting paid soon..." Aero mumbled.
Just then Davian rode past on his horse yelling "Elite!! Back to the base, double time!"
"Damnit! I have to go find Lillian now!" Aero quickly tossed some coins to the vendor and grabbed a bar of soap. Then he ran, searching for her.
OOC: Shitty post, whatever.
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 7, 2009 22:58:33 GMT -5
Name: Nina Calitran
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Class: Channelling Shaman (channels the mana or energy within her body to use for the purpose of attacking)
Appearance: Nina can draw a bit of attention in a crowd, not so much for her dress, but for her hair. She actually dresses quite plainly for a girl her age, opting to wear black pants with a belt (which has a dagger on it) and a white blouse, along with a dark grey jacket. But, she had to be born with light blue eyes and darker blue hair.
Weaponry: Nina usually has several cards that can change her energy output into elemental energy, but they were broken. So now she has to use the slightly more uncontrollable form of her magic, in its raw state. She also carries a knife with her, just in case.
Skills/Spells:
Chaoc Laser: Nina puts her hands in front of her and an orb appears, being able to move freely around her (able to go two metres away from her). The orb is constantly firing three lasers from itself that are able to bounce off inanimate objects. Not too dangerous, can cause burns.
Saviour: Nina uses her energy for good and can heal some minor injuries. Using too much can cause the person getting healed to be temporarily unable to move.
Mine Spread: Nina brings her hands to the ground and sends energy through it. The area around her has just become a minefield for friend and foe alike, with harmful energy bombs waiting for someone to step on them.
Frenzy Orbs: Nina gathers ready-to-explode orbs of energy in her hands and throws them. Throw usually at people, but sometimes at buildings in order to hit the people in the buildings.
Knife Fight: Nina tosses her knife in the air, and her energy replicates its form, showering enemies in knives that often miss.
(She may learn more spells at a later time.)
History: Nina lived a fairly normal life, for the most part. She went to school, lived with her parents, the whole bit. After she graduated high school, she decided that she wanted to make some money and then settle down. She’s still trying to make money, as she’s.. extremely poor.
OOC: I’ll post when I can.
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Post by Admin on Jul 9, 2009 7:04:24 GMT -5
OOC: Someone post! I don't come here every day to see nobody else making an effort.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 9, 2009 12:06:10 GMT -5
OOC: Uhh...I think you have to post now Brandon...
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 6:58:29 GMT -5
OOC: SD... Add an A to the end of Lillian...
IC:
Cornering the man, without him even knowing it, Lilliana seductively ran her fingernails across his neck. The man moaned subtly, showing an almost violent need to dominate the child. Lilliana pinched gently on the small prickle of unshaven chin hair, and pulled him closer to her eye level. In a short glance, she caught sight of the shiny golden ring on his finger.
"A man of no morals... You'll be enough to repent for my sins."
In a quick motion, Lilliana released the blonde from her hair, and the glow from her lips, leaving nothing but human manifest of death.
"I'll make this quick, but you'll still feel it."
And with a charming lunge, she reached through his chest, and held his heart in her hand. The nameless man rolled his body over and collapsed on the floor. Dripping with blood, Lilliana smiled. Everything was okay now, and the uncountable numbers of men have been avenged!
Aero ran by, seemingly searching. (Probably for her)
"H-Hey! Aero... Wait for me!"
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 10, 2009 20:11:49 GMT -5
As Lilliana called for Aero to wait for her, another person was walking along, trying to blend in with the crowd as she made her way for the base of these mercenaries. Nina had heard about a mercenary group that had found a young treasure hunter and imprisoned her, but Nina wasn't sure if it was the treasure hunter she was looking for or not. But the least she could do was sneak into their base and save whoever it was, right?
The only problem was that she didn't know where the Midland Elite base was. She ended up backtracking to that girl she had passed by a moment earlier, going up to her with a smile on her face.
"Uh... hi!" Nina told Lilliana, being as nice as possible. "Do you know where the Midland Elite base is? I... want to join."
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 20:26:58 GMT -5
What the...? Hmm...
Struck with slight surprise, Lilliana nodded curtly.
"I work closely with them. We're an elite and tight knit group that seldom opens up to new members. Please don't be offended, because that's not what I wanted to do, but don't expect your audience with Master Davian to be... uhm... joyful. I'd be glad to take you there, since that was my intended plan to begin with." said Lilliana with a bow.
After a brief pause, Lilliana observed the face of the young girl, and realized that her arm was dripping wet with human blood from seconds before.
While hiding her arm as best as she can, Lilliana smiled awkwardly at the woman, speaking more casually, "My name is Lilliana by the way. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name..."
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 10, 2009 20:36:59 GMT -5
A few hours is all I need. I don't want to join a bunch of people killing other people and- wait, is that blood on her arm? Please don't tell me she killed someone... I'd rather her say that she just have "issues".
"Master Davian?" Nina joked, thinking that Lilliana wasn't being serious. "Is he really that special, or does he just think he is? I mean, my boss before was fine with me calling him by his name... poor ol' Bob. But anyways, sorry about that. My name is Nina. I... really really want to join. I'm actually looking for a friend, and this might help me out.[/i]
Nina couldn't help but stare at Lilliana's arm.
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Post by Admin on Jul 10, 2009 20:47:37 GMT -5
This girl saw the blood... Should I kill her? ...No. She's looking for a friend... I'll lie about the blood so she's not too afraid of me.
"Well, I don't refer to him as 'Master', but it would be wise if you did. He's a fair guy, but it wouldn't hurt to entice his ego. Do you fight?"
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Post by Golden Emblem on Jul 10, 2009 20:53:52 GMT -5
"Well... I specialize in magic, not fighting," Nina explained, trying to look away from the blood. "I do know enough in the way of physical fighting that I could defend myself, but my magic is good for blowing things up. Why, is it better to be able to fight in your little group?"
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