Heres something i wrote, i've used the promt for RP's befor buuuttt its actually a story i've been working on since i was 10 only this is the shorter version since my original is hand written and long as heck. but hey, you might like it anyway. Prologue A brief history On the planet of Marisha a single immense ocean covers most of the surface, all in fact but a single continent, Heraldran. This lonely piece of land that is under constant siege by the seas is covered by an ocean of its own , an ocean of trees. Broken only in two places; the north, where the cold is too unbearable for any life to last more then a day, and along the vast range of steep mountains called the “Veraner divide“. Throughout the woods a plethora of small villages rest, each peaceful and independent. Unfortunately no peace lasts forever. In the year 153 of the only surviving records; it is said a foul wind began to blow across the land from the east. It is described as something you cannot see nor even smell, but feel. Change, in all its inevitability, was upon Heraldran and nothing could ever be the same again. At first the changes were small and by all definition, profitable for the people. Bonds began to be forged between the villages until they eventually became a single kingdom. This proud nation was called Dramance, and though it was still built of many small towns that refused to build to near to each other, it stood united among the trees. Unfortunately, change always has a bad side; without even a subtle warning all of the westernmost towns ended all communication with Dramance. Scouts were sent to investigate but what they found was unsettling. A massive wall had been built, dividing the entire continent, and at the center of the great wall, stood an ominous, sealed gate. All at the same time the frigid north began to thaw, and a strange people appeared in the new, white forest that grew suddenly from the snow. These people were called the Mayins; They were a strange people, based around humans, but paler and taller. The Mayins kept to themselves, but an event was approaching that would unite all the people who lived outside the wall of the west, the opening of the great gate. The year was 231 and the people of Dramance had never known bloodshed until it was thrusted in their face by those that came through the gate. A foul people surged out of the gate as a single massive army. These people were later described as rotten men not only because of their hearts, but their very flesh looked and smelled of decay. They were relentless in their killing; moving from town to town slaughtering every man, mother and child without a single hindrance. When all seemed lost and mothers kissed their children goodbye; a small army of Mayin men marched to meet the enemy and, wielding swords made of enchanted adamite, they drove the brutes back; all the way to the gate, and there they hewed each and every remaining man. Those Dramance people who had survived celebrated the end of their fears, but not the Mayin. They remained stone faced, gathered up their weapons and returned to the north. There, each and every sword was destroyed. Years passed and the destroyed towns were slowly rebuilt. Life began to return to the little houses throughout the forest, but there was nothing rebuilt near the wall again, and though the damage was repaired, fear still existed around the wall, like a scar on the otherwise healed nation. In the years following Dramance’s restoration. Swords became a household item, and youth were trained to use them. Grandparents began to tell legends, and stories and legends again. Children were allowed to walk about in the forest, each one with his own cause. Happy days had returned to the world and suffering subsided to story telling. One of the most popular stories says that not all the Mayin survived, and that somewhere in the woods, the sword of one of these heroes must be hiding, undisturbed…waiting. Chapter 1 A less then happy birthday. “16 and nothing to show for it!!!!!!” the sound of Mytharios baritone voice echoed in the looming wood that surrounded him as he ran through the trees. He continued to run, ignoring the sound of twigs snapping as his feet fell heavily on the ground. His mind raced, full of disappointment. To any curious onlooker it would be clear that he longed more than anything for change. Sixteen years and his life was still the same, and Myth couldn’t help but feel hopeless because of it, swept up in the waves of the world, unable to even step out side the life he had become so dependant on. If only he knew change was on his door step… Myth yelled once more, ignoring his cramps as he continued onward until something caught his foot, the world flew upward around him and before he knew it he was face down in the foliage. Spitting dirt out of his mouth he slowly rose to his feet. Laughter spewed from his mouth as he leaned against a nearby tree, his anger finally subsiding. To himself he muttered “well obviously I have changed, cause that’s never happened before.” Another chuckle left his mouth and he began walking again grinning broadly, flashing his perfect teeth. “Now lets see what the culprit is” Myth mused as he leaned down to brush the leaves off whatever had tripped him. He expected a tree root was to blame, but what he found couldn’t have been more different. A sword in a thick leather sheath lay before him a glittering hilt that appeared to be silver, was partially pulled away from the sheath revealing the most perfect blade Mythario had ever seen. /But what was it doing here?/ the thought entered his mind. Without another though he lifted it from the ground and carried it to a nearby tree. He sat down in a gap between its extensive roots and began to inspect the blade more thoroughly. The metal sparkled as he slowly removed the sheath. When it was completely off he held it upright before his face. The surface was so well polished it worked like a mirror showing myth the face he had grown so tired of seeing. He had sandy blonde hair, messy from lack of care, that folded along his narrow face. His bangs stopped above the two, brown caterpillar like, eyebrows that complimented his soft blue grey eyes. Before looking anymore Myth spat on the reflection, “Thanks a lot dad! had to give me your face didn’t you!” he grumbled as he resheathed the blade “and now your gone again, just like you have been for 10 years!” At that he leapt to his feet, clenching the sword tightly in his hand. Only then did he see the pillar of smoke rising from some distant fire. “HOME!!!!!” Myth didn’t even wait till he had said the whole word before bolting the direction of the smoke. Tears welled in his eyes as the thought ran through his mind /worst birthday ever/. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The forest began to thin as he approached his town. Ash and rubble filled the air around him, making him cough, but he kept running until….he saw it. What was once the crowded and boisterous town he had grown up in, was suddenly no more than a ghost town. Dead bodies lay hewn along the crumbling walls of destroyed buildings, only two structures remained intact one was a small barn where a horse still whinnied as if calling for help, and the other, caked in grey ash was… “home!” Myth yelled, and dashed to his crumbling doorway. “Mother!” he called once, twice, then three times, until faintly from the kitchen he heard his name. slowly he walked in, blood was splashed along the surrounding walls and small cooking knives were scattered across the floor dripping thick black liquid that slightly resembled rotten blood. “Mythario” he heard his name again from the far side of the room. In the corner a mangled body had propped its self against the wall. “MOM!” he ran to her side and saw the extent of her injuries, along with many wide gashes there was a rusty sword impaled between her ribs. “Mother who did this?!” he gasped as he knelt beside her, ignoring the blood soaking into his pants. She opened her mouth and croaked her last words. “Son, I’m proud to be your mother and I love you, but you must stop them, go to Gibranth and find someone to help you, the country must be warned, tell them…the black gate has opened” at those words she collapsed. Mythario choked back his sobs and rose to his feet. He trembled and said, “I will go, so that you may rest in peace,” then turned and walked out of the building. As he left the doorway, the roof collapsed -a burial for Anna, mother of Myth Beren-. Myth began to cry openly now, but did not turn around, he walked towards the small horse stable to quiet the creature. Engraved on the stable’s wall was “Koronto -king of the wood” /So it is him/ Myth thought to himself, and he pushed the door open. Koronto stood right in the doorway, already saddled and ready to go. “Finally, a stroke of luck” he murmured then swung himself onto the horse. Then patting its neck he whispered in the horses ear, “to Gibranth.” without warning they were off, flying northward through the ruins, and then the thick forests beyond. Trees whizzed past, hanging down from overhead like great spidery hands, looming in on Myth’s already uneasy mind. But he remained determined, straddling his horse as they both silently soared though the black night, speeding to Gibranth. As they rode a trail of tears seemed to remain suspended in the air behind them, glittering slightly in the dim moonlight. Mythario did his best to remain stone faced, to be strong for his mom, and for his town even though inside his insides seemed to all contract, trying to squeeze a sob out of him like trying to squeezing the last drop of water out of an all but dry sponge. Still even with his insides screaming for mercy, nothing hurt more then his head, since leaving into the wood a splitting headache pulled on myths last cords of self restraint. It’s the kind of head ache you get when you lose someone dear to you, and believe me, you don’t know what it feels like till you’ve had one. But if you haven’t you’ll have to do your best to imagine, as the pain is indescribable. Still, with all the pain, and all the misery Myth remained unbroken, like a great dam, the only visible sigh of his turmoil was the steady stream of tears that streak his face. Time passed and finally the woods began to thin, and lights and sound could be faintly seen and heard in the distance. It was Gibranth. Gibranth was a notorious town inhabited by constantly coming and going mercenaries, thieves, hunters, and assassins. Best described by the fact its only permanent residents were the owners of the bar and inn, if both weren’t such large building the town wouldn’t even have a name. Mythario had no clue how he was going to find help in such a place but his mother specifically said “Gibranth” so he knew there must be a way. At that thought the trees abruptly stopped, leaving them in a well lit clearing. Just in sight was the legendary, if not infamous, “Copper tin inn” and “brew and grub pub.” each was full of light and noise. Myth dismounted Koronto clumsily and gabbing the reigns pulled himself up strait to get a better view of the town. Beside the inn was a small run down stable with a faint light flickering from candle light inside the roof looked shabby but sturdy and a foul stench stretched into the street from the overused, un cleaned stalls. Koronto bluntly threw his nose up to it and looked to find another shelter, clearly displeased by the dwelling prepared for him. Noticing this Mythario stroked the horses dark mane and whispered in its ear, “I know its no home but it will have to do for tonight.” Koronto, seeming to understand bowed his head and began to strut solemnly towards the dinky stable. Myth followed a little behind deep in though ‘its no home but it will do for tonight, but, how many times would he say that he has no home now, after he gets this help where does he go? Will he ever have a home?’ Myth noticed his eyes had begun tearing up again and quickly shook his head, but he let the tears roll down his face leaving lines in the soot and grime coating his face. Koronto then whinnied stamping his foot at the door of the least filthy of the stalls. “Alright you proud beast, hold on just a second” he said, slightly amused as he walked to open the stall door. Inside was small but relatively clean with hey strewn across the floor and a bowl of murky looking water in the corner. The horse again displayed his disgust but obediently entered none the less. Myth followed in and removed Koronto’s saddle leaving the horse doubtless more comfortable and draped it over the nearest wall. “there, you can sleep here tonight” he said briskly “its not nice but you’ll live” it then hit him “wait where am I going to sleep!?” Myth dug in his pockets desperately then relaxed as he remembered. His birthday money, 10 Truckets in his back pocket, more then enough for a room and food. Relieved he turned and walked out saying over his shoulder as he did, “looks like your sleeping alone after all, see you in the morning.” It wasn’t much but this glimmer of luck after today felt like the blessing of an angel to him, however his grim expression did not expire as he walked to the doors of the large black box like building of the inn. Without much thought of his appearance myth pushed open the doors displaying a surprisingly bright and clean entrance hall with a counter in the middle of the room. The other walls were lined with doors except the one on the left which held a large staircase that lead to the floors above. On the counter was a large shabby looking mass of hair and clothing which myth presumed to be the inn keeper asleep on the job, his arm stretched across the table with a dainty feather duster dangling from his fingers. Beside his head was a small silver bell that had writing that read ‘for service, please ring bell loudly.’ Myth snatched it up and began shaking in it violently’ an expression of impatience on his filth stained face. The black mass before him grunted then shuddered, and with surprising speed jerked up and stared at Myth, half asleep. After a moment he seemed to gain awareness of where he was then squinted trough his bush like eyebrows, then a gruff voice came from somewhere in his forest of a bearded. “Boy you look like you’ve gone to hell and back, what do you want?” the tone was all but polite, yet friendly none the less, getting over his shock and bewilderment Myth then spoke , realizing just how small he was as he looked into the blue eyes of the giant man befor him. “I-I wish to stay here” he finally stammered. The man looked at him with obvious amusement, “right! well just cause you look like you have some interesting stories to tell I’ll let yah stay for free if you go to my bar tonight, deal?” the man smiled kindly and myth attempted to return it but instead grimaced at the though of telling a crowded room what had just happened. “um yah, uh, okay. Whats my room?” Myth stammered again looking as his shoes. He jumped suddenly as the man before him pulled him up off the ground by his colar and squinted are his face through the mess of hair covering his eyes. "Boy you look like you could you a bit of drink in yah, come with me first" he grumbled and at that slung Mythario limply over his shoulder like a sack of potato's and began walking to a door on the left side of the room. Myth barely had time to imagine what was beyond it when the man kicked the door in silencing the noisy room beyond. It was the bar next door, which evidently was connected. "jerod! get me a mug of beer for the kid." belted the man, but everyone simply stared at the strange boy on his back. "Jerod!" at that the mousy man at the counter lept up and filled a mug. "Now you all welcome this boy er y'all be thrown out!" he bellowed at the shocked men. "Well?!" the men looked confused then grudgingly each muttered a welcome. after the last man in the back said his welcome they all went back to their feasting and the inn keeper at last lowered myth to the ground and winked at him, "have fun." he whispered then walked back into the inn, slamming the door behind him. *************constructive criticism is appreciated :)
Heeeey, so i used to RP alot and have made several in the past on other sites that were rather successful but stopped RPing about 8 months ago so i may be a bit rusty, but anyway i got one for yah that i'm confident in. so hope you like it. oh and the way i RP is with LOTS of story and a constantly evolving plot so you may have to do alot of reading. sorry! A brief history of Dramance On the planet of Marisha a single immense ocean covers most of the surface, all in fact but a single continent, Heraldran. This lonely piece of land that is under constant siege by the seas waves has an ocean of its own , an ocean of trees. Broken only in two places; the north, where the cold is too unbearable for any life to last more then a day, and along the vast range of steep mountains called the "Veraner divide". Throughout the woods a plethora of small villages rest, each peaceful and independent. Unfortunately no peace lasts forever. In the year 153 of the only surviving records; it is said a foul wind began to blow across the land from the east. It is described as something you cannot see nor even smell, but feel. Change, in all its inevitability, was upon Heraldran and nothing could ever be the same again. At first the changes were small and by all definition, profitable for the people. Bonds began to be forged between the villages until they eventually became a single kingdom. This proud nation was called Dramance, and though it was still built of many small towns that refused to build to near to each other, it stood united among the trees. Unfortunately, change always has a bad side; without even a subtle warning all of the westernmost towns ended all communication with Dramance. Scouts were sent to investigate but what they found was unsettling. A massive wall had been built, dividing the entire continent, and at the center of the great wall, stood an ominous, sealed gate. All at the same time the frigid north began to thaw, and a strange people appeared in the new, white forest that grew suddenly from the snow. These people were called the Mayins; They were a strange people, based around humans, but paler and taller. The Mayins kept to themselves, but an event was approaching that would unite all the people who lived outside the wall of the west, the opening of the great gate. The year was 231 and the people of Dramance had never known bloodshed until it was thrusted in their face by those that came through the gate. A foul people surged out of the gate as a single massive army. These people were later described as rotten men not only because of their hearts, but their very flesh looked and smelled of decay. They were relentless in their killing; moving from town to town slaughtering every man, mother and child without a single hindrance. When all seemed lost and mothers kissed their children goodbye; a small army of Mayin men marched to meet the enemy and, wielding swords made of enchanted adamite, they drove the brutes back; all the way to the gate, and there they hewed each and every remaining man. Those Dramance people who had survived celebrated the end of their fears, but not the Mayin. They remained stone faced, gathered up their weapons and returned to the north. There, each and every sword was destroyed. Years passed and the destroyed towns were slowly rebuilt. Life began to return to the little houses throughout the forest, but there was nothing rebuilt near the wall again, and though the damage was repaired, fear still existed around the wall, like a scar on the otherwise healed nation. In the years following Dramance's restoration. Swords became a household item, and youth were trained to use them. Grandparents began to tell legends, and stories and legends again. Children were allowed to walk about in the forest, each one with his own cause. Happy days had returned to the world and suffering subsided to story telling. One of the most popular stories says that not all the Mayin survived, and that somewhere in the woods, the sword of one of these heroes must be hiding, undisturbed...waiting.(not exactly "brief" but half as long as the original) Story overview the story follows the quest of a boy named Mythario (Myth for short) After a traumatizing birthday and the finding of an sword as mythical as his name Myth is driven to a city called Gibranth in search of not only a new home but help on a quest he both for revenge and to honor a promise. you are those who he finds in Gibranth or perhaps you come along later, the forest is teeming with life of all sorts so you may join in at anytime. Myths less then happy birthday (to read is optional but it may help you understand) "16 and what do i have to show for it? NOTHING!!!" the sound of Mythario's baritone voice echoed in the looming wood that surrounded him as he ran through the trees. birds flew away from their nests at his aprouch chirping angrily at their rude awakening, dropping leaves in front of his face as they departed, without a care for these small disturbances He continued to run, ignoring the sound of twigs snapping as his feet fell heavily on the ground. His mind raced, full of disappointment. To any curious onlooker not only would they be bewildered by his odd behavior, but also to the wise people who lived in these depths of the forest it would be clear that what he longed for more than anything, was change. Sixteen years and his life was still the same, and Myth couldn't help but feel hopeless because of it, swept up in the waves of the world, unable to even step out side the life he had become so dependant on. If only he knew change was on his door step... Myth yelled once more, ignoring his cramps as he continued onward until something caught his foot, the world flew upward around him and before he knew it he was face down in the foliage. Spitting dirt out of his mouth he slowly rose to his feet. At first he chuckled, lightly then all at once, Laughter spewed from his mouth as he leaned against a nearby tree, his anger finally subsiding. To himself he muttered "well obviously I have changed, cause that's never happened before." Another chuckle left his mouth and he began walking again with an obvious improved mood, grinning broadly, flashing his perfect teeth. "Now lets see what the culprit is" Myth mused as he leaned down to brush the leaves off whatever had tripped him. He expected a tree root was to blame casually pushing the pile of autumn leaves aside, but what he found couldn't have been more different. A sword in a thick black, leather sheath lay before him, the glittering hilt that appeared to be silver, was partially pulled away from the sheath revealing the most perfect blade Mythario had ever seen. /But what was it doing here?/ the thought entered his mind. Without another thought he lifted it gently from the ground and carried it to a nearby tree that has a large space between the roots perfectly sized for his body. He sat down, cradled snugly in a gap between its extensive roots so that the tree seemed to hug him, and began to inspect the blade more thoroughly. The metal sparkled as he slowly removed the sheath seeming to reflect sunlight from a nonexistent break in the thick cloud cover over head. When the sheath was completely off he held it upright before his face. The surface was so well polished it worked like a mirror, showing myth the face he had grown tired of seeing to the point of it making him sick to his stomach. He had sandy blonde hair, messy from lack of care, that folded along his narrow face. His bangs stopped above the two, brown caterpillar like, eyebrows that acted as a partial frame for his soft blue grey eyes. Before looking anymore Myth spat on the reflection, "Thanks a lot dad! Gave me the face that mom was stupid enough to fall in love with, obviously it was just a game for you or maybe you would have stuck around! You just had to give me your face didn't you! Just to constantly remind me that you abandoned us." he glared hatefully into the darkening forest as he re sheathed the blade then said in a venomous tone, "and now your gone again, just like you have been for 10 years!" Upon those words he lept to his feet, clenching the sword tightly in his hand. Stretching and walking off his frustration, yelling again he looked to the sky, fealling the small dropplets of water hit his face, warning him to go home, only then did he see the black pillar of smoke rising from some distant fire. "HOME!!!!!" Myth didn't even wait till he had said the whole word before bolting the direction of the smoke. Tears welled in his eyes as the thought ran through his mind /worst birthday ever/, his knuckles white where his fist clenched the mysterious sword... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The forest began to thin trees becoming more sparse as he approached his town. A thick cloud of Ash and rubble filled the air around him, making him cough and obscuring his view. despite the zero visibility and already grim signs he kept running until....he saw it. What was once the crowded and boisterous town he had grown up in, was suddenly no more than a ghost town. ash fell from the sky like snow, flurrying in gusts of wind only to continue to bury the city, Dead bodies lay hewn and buried along the crumbling walls of destroyed buildings, their hair filled with the white and gray fluff and the ash just continued to fall, like deathly snow, slowly consuming the broken bodies that lay in its soft bed. Myth simply walked through the streets, ash soaking up the tears in his eyes, and took in the dismal scene. occasionally a bodies passed that seemed frozen in place calling for help, but Myth never saw who these people were, he did not have the heart to look into their glazed over eyes which (though full of ash) still called for help that would never come. The ground sloped upwards in a hill, Myth (hoping to see some sign of life from the higher ground) ascended, shock still dominating all other emotion. Slowly he came up to the top and what he beheld then was enough to make him sick. In the center of town there was a smoldering pile of bodies which even from his distance was the most immoral thing he though possible, because the corpses did not belong to men, but women, and children. Discusted Myth looked away, and swept the rest of the town with his eyes for buildings. Only two structures remained intact one was a small barn where a horse still whinnied as if calling for help, its voice echoing in a ghostly way through the streets. The other, nearly buried in grey ash was... "home!" Myth yelled, and dashed to his crumbling doorway. "Mother!" he called into the house, once, twice, then three times, then faintly from the kitchen he heard his name gowned. slowly he walked in, blood was splashed along the surrounding walls and small cooking knives were scattered across the floor dripping thick black liquid that slightly resembled rotten blood. "Mythario" he heard his name again from the far side of the room. In the corner a mangled body had propped its self against the wall and lay in a pool of blood. its chest rose and fell heavily with the sound of raspy breath. "MOM!" myth yelped as he ran to her side then seeing the extent of her injuries, along with many wide gashes there was a rusty sword impaled between her left rib cage. her face was pale and bleeding from a gash in her cheek. "Mother who did this?!" he demanded, sounding panicky in his flood of emotion, as he knelt beside her, ignoring the blood soaking into his pants. She opened her mouth and croaked. "Son... I'm proud to be your mother and I love you.... I couldnt do anything to help.... but you are alive, my boy is alive...... i know its a lot to ask... but must stop them, for me..... go to Gibranth and find someone to help you..... the country must be warned, tell them...the black gate has opened.... I love yo-" at those words she collapsed into his arms. "No! Don't leave me! I don't understand! How did this happen!? who did this? why..."Mythario choked back his sobs and rose to his feet. He trembled and said to here limp body, "I will go, so that you can rest in peace," then turned and walked out of the building. As he left the doorway, the roof collapsed -*a burial for Anna, mother of Myth Beren-*. Myth began to cry openly now as he walked, staining his shirt with Ash filled tears, but he did not turn around, his footfalls remained determined and swift headed towards the small horse stable. the sound of his approach seemed quiet the creature. Myth reached the well made building and dusted off the wall nearest him. Engraved on the stable's wall was "Koronto -king of the wood" /So it is him/ Myth thought to himself, and he pushed the door open. there Koronto the brilliant white stallion stood in the doorway already saddled and ready to go. "Finally, Something good happens" he murmured then swung himself onto the horse. Patting its neck he whispered in the horses ear, "to Gibranth." without warning they were off, flying northward through the ruins, and then the thick forests beyond. night fell on the ruined town and slowly the faint footfalls of Koronto became silence, leaving no sound but rain fall on the trees, and the little town that once was home finally fell into an eternal sleep. if you've made it this far then i feel special, so thanks and to so my appreciation heres the rules 1.No God moding please 2.you can cuss, but honestly keep it minimal we dont need you cussing every other word 3. try to keep it pg 13, but i'm not strict 4. dont kill other peoples characters, its just not nice. but i suppose you can mortally wound them 5. lets all avoid uber short replys but the are allowed if its necessary 6. try to give your characters interesting pasts that can effect the story 7.you can have as many characters as you want but you must have at least one.....duh. 8. just have fun, this is meant to be enjoyable so if you have a problem with it tell me so i can fix it 9. read the rules. Characters please follow this format as best you can for your OC's Username- Character name(last name optional)- age- gender- weapon- (sword/great sword/bow/assassins dagger/lance/gun[yes guns!] axe/mace/spear/war-hammer/other?/or a magic staff[different staff for each element, no universal staff] background- Appearance (if no picture) username-micketymike Character name- Mythario (Myth) Beren Age- 16 Gender- male weapon- sword http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Other Anime/sword.jpg background- Myth lived a peaceful quiet life with his mother in his little town Having been deserted by his father when young he curses his own face for looking so much like the man who left him. life is boring but good untill his sixteenth birthday as described above appearance- http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Fantasy/TotA___Guy_Cecil_by_SetoKakashil-1.png OOC: you can begin as soon as i see your character. BIC: Mythario was awoken suddenly as the horse Koronto slowed to a stop. rubbing the sleep and tears from his eyes Myth simply remained in the saddle for several minutes untill is mind fully awoke, but as it did flashes of earlier that day stung in his mind. as these images came to mind his gut wrenched with discust and hopelessness. suddenly Koronto began stamping his hoofs impatiently, shaking Mythario back to reality. "Alright, lets get you to the stable," he muttered and he grabbed the reigns steering Koronto to the left. Gibranth was hardly a town, indeed it consisted of nothing but a single courtyard bordered with a few shops, an Inn, tavern, and a small horse stable. having seen it upon waking up Myth lead koronto into the shabby stable and found an empty stall. he dismounted Koronto and removed the saddle then left the stable and headed to the tavern, mumbling to himself, "dont know how i'll find a single decent companion here i'll never know, but i have to try." at that he pushed open the door and mad his was to the bar to get food.
Corruption- It begins in the innermost circles of society, twisting minds and turning hearts. The weakest systems, the ones most depended on, fall first into ignorance of right and wrong, and when without that knowledge they might as well be called evil. They then begin to lose vision of any sides but their own and are easily enticed into war. But the effect continues still, nations, and civilizations crumble under the weight of their tyrant leaders until only those who rebelled, and were called the enemy, stand a chance at remaining free.... Background information The year is 3174 in the expansive world of Hondreal and it is seeing it's darkest days. As corruption seeped into the hearts of two of its most powerful nations they turned to an idealism of a united world,...a grand empire. So both set out on their own expeditions. One problem remained however, the two empires had expanded from opposite sides of the planet and after two long successful run of expansion, they met at the center. War was waged but the forces were equal in might and they turned every mile of the "border line" into a burnt out wasteland of war. There they kill each other even now, after 20 years....... during recent years of the war a group of explorers entered one of the oldest and most desolate fields of war, one long since abandoned. They were driven through the ruin by a curios feeling none understood but what they founds was something bazaar. A ball of light shown out in the murk and when they approached it, it exploded the power released flowed into the explorers. they all however went on to live their lives normally supposing it was a new weapon of war one of the nations was testing there. fortunately it appeared to have been a failure. Their kids would know how wrong that assumption was. These kids were born away from society when the government of each of their nations began hunting the explorers. After their parents early deaths the kids, all in their late teens by now were forced to go into hiding as each had developed strange powers the governments wanted to use to get an edge in the war. PlotYou are this strange new human breed or a member of the rebel union and are the only hope for peace on this planet. With your powers or weapons you must defeat the kings and unite the world peacefully. RulesRead the rules before playing. 1. Absolutely NOOOO godmoding!!! 2. Use your best grammar, mine isn't perfect but i try. 3. I'd like you to color code your characters but I'll let it slide if you don't 4. Killing other people's characters is allowed with their permission. 5. ages 13 and up only! 6. keep cussing minimum if you have to, do it out loud not on the keyboard 7. you can be romantic but if its begins to get to far, continue in pm, not all of us want to read that. 8. Be sure to at least skim through all the information about this rp 9. be courteous to others 10. Powers should make sense. 11. Try to advance the story in a way that will allow others to join in. 12. Type "Micketymike is weird" on your first post so I know you read the rules. 13. have fun! charactersuser name: name: age: Bio: ( At least four sentences,) Personality: group (yentara- one of the powered teens or Rebel human) Weapon(if you don't have a power): power (if your one of the gifted teens): Miscellaneous: Appearance: (a picture please) -------------------------------------------------------------------- user name: micketymike name:Mystrafah Estel Eriador (go's by mystra) age: 17 Bio: realized his powers at 15 years old, the same year his father died and mother fled, calling him a demon child. he left home and adapted to living in the shadows, he has only been confronted by the soldiers twice and got away after killing all his pursuers. Personality: grim and serious but wise group: yentara power: has the gift of self alchemy, he can manipulate the structure of his body often turning the edges of his arms to sharp blades. Miscellaneous: Micketymike is weird Appearance: http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u279/balkasar/boy.jpg userDeathIngApocalypse080808 nameJohn Daxma age:18 Bio: ( At least four sentences,)After the incident he discovered his powers. When his parents tried to hand him over the the government to end the war. He used his powers and killed his parents. he became insane, but through his insanity he became very wise Personality:he is insane, but through his insanity he became very wise group (yentara- one of the powered teens or Rebel human)yentara Weapon(if you don't have a power): power (if your one of the gifted teens):can manipulate elements Miscellaneous: Micketymike is weird Appearance: (a picture please)http://media.photobucket.com/image/blonde anime boy/Sara_Shadow/Other/RisoenMisasdad-1.jpg?o=7 user name: Xert name: Nox Darkra age: 23 Bio: Nox grew up realtivly normal... well as normal as a child who can move things with his mind can be. When his mother was killed he ran. His father... well Nox has no idea where he is if he's even alive. Nox now lives wandering around using his Telekineis like a magic trick. Personality: find out group: yentara Weapon: N/A power: Telekineis and something else Miscellaneous: Micketymike is weird Appearance: He has short black hair and bright green eyes. He wears a black coat and a grey shirt underneith. He also wears blue jeans and black shoes
nevermind, im back!
i figured im ready for a chang and i dont mee obamas "change" either. yor that reason i decided i might change my name. but unfortunitly i have a number of ideas and no idea which to pick. so i figured i'd ask you guys for your opinions on the matter. so i ask you to answer my poll with your favorite name change for me. otherwise i'll never decide....
ok i wanna see all your anime hair styles you did to your hair just take a pic and submit it and in the end i'll say whose hair i found the coolest heres mine
ok this is yet another poem by me i wrote for a writing contest because i was bored that my teacher said was real good id like to hear what u guys think it about then after five replies i'll tell you heer it is. Take flight An eagle perches atop the mountain Gazing, watching with focused eyes He wants to give, to help and support And catch the ocean as it dives But before he soars to save the sea His wings must grow, they’re far too short Months pass as he watches the waves His wings grow long and feathered, petite He’s ready now and spreads his arms openly All the creatures in the cliff watch and wonder if he’ll make elite Of if it’s a mistake A gentle flap blows a warning gust Then looking to the sky he leaps And gives a flap that calms the cliff Because he did not fall and cost the ocean sleeps The sun grows close then he dives As he does the water thrives exited for the bird firm grip And as he reaches water, he digs his talons deep Then slow but steady he pulls it, without slip All the cliffs creatures so exited reach and grope Trying to touch his marvelous coat Because he’ll save them and give hope For they don’t want to join the flood
ha i wrote this one when i finnished my test early today The unbroken gaze I gaze into the depths There a shadow lies Ever piercing me A shallow gloom amidst the rain Of sparkling inky blue Ringed with black as if in a cage but that does not break my gaze, through the fog of mornings wrath you shine forth and clear my mind of worry and woe when the light becomes to strong a dark does steady me to see what life and love truly are now into mask less life i stare and pierce its soul like it did mine but there’s no shadow any more rather now there’s light instead light that once was mine for now we share this light and both do gaze unblinkingly until the end they cannot hide your wisdom, your heart, your eyes
i wrote this at two in the moning without thinking about it and have not truthfully read it untill no so im suprised its any good at all. day to night The day is hot and feels of fire but it is not the day that I desire for no heat can warm the soul but simply scorch an empty hole, of life or death then life again I'd give mine to other men for if I cannot see your face then better off not waste your grace, now its not long until the end and maybe I've still life to spend but not on me my life is spent, if the breeze does pull to rest then gladly I would face its breath for when the day ends so fast I'll be gone and you'll have night at last
i am mormon and quite proad of it but it has come to my attention that most people know nothing about my church so im gonna ask you all to tell me what you think we mormons believe. dont be shy i point blank dont get offended
well i was following my family tree back beacause we were supposed to find the origin of out last name of course being a carpenter i though ok he was a builder. but after i followed the tree all the way back to the crusades i was shocked. my ansester was william "the" carpnenter and he was a widly feared crusade general who got his name for being so skilled with the sword his fellow men called him a carpenter of men. of course this i found kinda creepy and i just wanted your guyses opinions.
nobility: nobleness of mind, character, or spirit; exalted moral excellence. i have a few instances in which i ask you all honestly reply to. after replying tell me your views on nobility (its stupid, youd never show it, ect) 1. do you think war is nobel? for me: as long as you are the defensive troups yes 2. i think a sword is the noblest of weapons for me: you are realy tested on bravery and skill and even to die by sword meens you put of a fight first not just got shot. 3. if you saw someone getting hurt would you do something? for me: i have never been able to stand seeing innocent people in painso i would and have helped people. remember you dont have to be strong you just have to be able to attract attention and get help. a thug would run when over two people approached. fortuatlly all the situations ive helped in before i could handle allown. 4. have you shown nobility? if so when? for me: yes and i showed an occasion above. btw. i think this is in the right section so srry if its not.
i reeeeaaaaly want to read it but i keep hearing its not worth it from my friends (who havent read it) and i wanted to ask if any of you out there who have read the book have an opinion.
my fith try at an rp hopfully this one wont die as fast as the others i will be gone for a while in the meentime i will be giving word to overload, daxma, and fifth element on where to guide you. please look on any of thier profiles to find my latest usernote to them though it does not address you it does efect you all. i know its long but please read the whole thing for it does contain alot of information you need to know the story will unfold along the way as well and i will consatantly update with the progress thats been made so people can either join in or catch up with out too much trouble along the way i will take the voice of many in order to ensure a truly powerful experience. if all gos well my rp will resemble reading a book only you take part in it story: it was a breezy day mid october when the wind sudenly became a roaring gust of air over the green forest towns many seeked cover from this gale but found none strong enough to hide. this event continued for twelve days then one day there was no breeze at all. things began to change rapidly, creatures of unknown origins apeard, the city of huyin disapeard into a wall of shadow that has only one exit, and in the north a new city came to be where dwell imortal creatures that resemble humans only with the eyes of a halk and wisdom beyond the limits of a human. time proceded slowler now. for fourteen years the citys were quiet and still. then one day the dark gate of Huyin opened and out poored an army of creatures that apeared to once be men but now were covered in rotten flesh and desire nothing more then to kill then eat. the army swept through towns weiding sharpened tools that sliced trough the toughest substances. the army cut through the defenceless towns with no mercy untill they found the border of the town of the north ,elventhrine the city of the elves. the ever wise elves had themselves fasioned swords these made with a metal so pure it would slice any other metal in the world is was here that the orc ,as they came to be named, met their end. the world began to change once more. the few remaining citys were united as one. armys were forged in the citys and they came to be reconizied as the kingdom of javestine. as for the elves, they destroyed the remainder of their blades and swore never to recraft another again. but on sword was not destroyed. the blade was droped in the woods during the great battle and left alown for many years untill one day a young man of the age fifteen stumbled apon it during a walk in the woods. puzzled, the boy took it home with him to Jeristera where horible news awaighted. as he entered the town his heart droped. as far as his eye could see was destroyed and all over the ground lay the bodies of orc and human. the gate had opened. mintro called for some one and was ambushed by three orcs. wielding his new found sword he quickly slayed the beasts soon to discover that this was no ordinary sword. he fell to the ground untill out of the smoke came a person apeared over the horrizon. the woman collapsed and he carried her into the shelter of a falen house. soon another came and brought with him an army of orc that mintro fought and with the unnaturalll power of his sword defeated. after that a few more began to apear some vanquising stray orc and others just wandering through. they in his eyes about to start what would be one of the biggest adventurs this world would ever know. the heros ran for the city of kilhime where the were to aquir horses and armory. ther they hoped to find more to join their quest three wasnt enough. at the city of kilhime the three became for and they all sadled up and journeyed for the walled city of Giyunty.allong the way the heros came to an orc camp where they hoped the armys still remained in. however all that remained there was the back up army which the heros led by the sword that cuts them all swiftly vanquised. mintros sat astride his horse listening intently for the slightest soun of an ambush as they together now galloped through the woods. fealing safe in the shadow of an old oak tre he unseived the sword and held it before him. he slid his hand down the gleaming silver blads and carresed the finely crafted handle. what a weapon it was noble beautiful but powerful host of a power to increadible for words. as he stroked edge of the blade it melted through the skin on his hand and trickled onto the flat side of the blade. upon contact with the blood the color of the blade turned golden and the handle burned in his hand. there was a flash of light and he was gazing at a throne aseat the throne was a man who well fit the gloom of the hall wearing a thick coat of metal and a crown of some strange black matter the likes of whick he knew to be the substance the black gate of the eastern city was made of. at his side leaning on the arm or his black throne was a sword identical to that of mintros and as he stood gaving upon the man his sword emitted a horrible schreeching noise that was answered back with a noise from mintros own blade and as it did the room seemed to grow colder and the helmetted head of the man on the throne turned to him two red eyes fixed upon mintro then his sword. as the man rose from the black throne nd snatched his blade there was another flash and mintro was gazing down on a battle from beside an elf who was sending arrow after arrow down into an army of the likes of which lead mintro to believe that he was gazing upward to the night sky rather then to the foot of the once magnificent walls of giyunti. suddenly something below caught the elves attention. the orcs were creating a path from the hils to the one steal door on the fortress. ast mintro gazed at the hill an enormous monterous creature apperead carrying in his long blisteded arms a battering ram of massiv propotions headed with a spike. this thing could rip through the gates of giyunti with out even giving time fro the people to retrea to the underground tunnle network that was buit durring the sigh of yerin where they were used to escape into giyuti.mintros eyes turned back to the elf who called to the archers "the troll aim for the troll" as the haeds of the arrows pointed to the troll the elf ran swiftly to warn the city to retreat into the caves and to yerin. there was another flash and mintro was again astride his horse behind the oak and it came to his attention that he had droped his sword to the ground as he liftedit back to him he camm to be aware of serious burns on his hand and quickly seived the sword. is what he saw was current they had to go now! mintro grabed hishorses reins and shouted "back to the others quickly!" when atlast he arrived at the encampment he disregarded his fear of an ambush and yelled its a days ride to giyuti we must make it in one hour! pack your stuff we must leave now or be to late! jack im sorry but if you must you can go to the black city allown but i plead you forget your woe and join us now, you are a powerful aly and if you agree to travle by my side i assure you we will help you attack the black gate but for now i must ride to save giyunti for time is now against me!" and paying no attention to weather anyone followed he charged into the woods the sound of the war drums from his vision still echoing in his ear. mintro hesitated amid the trees as he realised what he'd just done. he had gone miles ahead of the party already and could only distantly hear amid the eirily silent trees those he thought were his friends talking amid themselves un awhere that they were simply late of coming. anquish swept over him as the thought of being abaondoned to complete his mission so early along. as he sat astride his pure white horse a dark aura seemed to close in around him making the air thick and hard to breath. when mintro atlast opened his eyes he was again in the clearing now without his only remaining loyal friend, in his mind, and in the shadow of a tree accorss the clearing leaned the black clad man from his vision. the man spoke in a deap hissing sound that seemed to shake the ground and to mintros ears allown said "fear me not now as i can not touch in such a state but i warn you aslong as you wield that swword i will have a door to your mind. i do not wish to taint your sight as i am not a man of evil but the uniter of these lands, come to me in the city within the dark gates and you may clad yourself in light and i in dark and together we may use the swords of old to create a world free of sorrow and woe united and strong." mintro stood in thought for a moment then opened his mouth again and said, "you tempt me as you say you shall not but i have seen your methods and solomly disagree. even if i must smite a thousnd of your men i will never come to you, i will never call you my king!" at this the mans hand reached for the hilt of his sword then released it again and said in the same un intelegeble language, "if that is your wish you shal die among your friends!" and with these words mintro found mimself again astride his horse and looked up reasured to see the moon had moved little in the sky and he would, if the gates held, have just enough time to ride in with the morning sun to use the sword that had created his fate to save the people of giyunti. how we will begin:Mintro ,the boy (me), finds as many survivors as he can to join him on his guest to save the world rules : keep it pg13 no cussing no yaoi/yuri no godmoding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no weaponsor vehicals beyond what youed see in say lord of the rings have fun character slips may be done however you please but i want them to have a bio included updades to guide lines:im sorry to inform you all that guns do not exist nor meathods of transportation besides horse back and feet theres snag as far as the race for your character. at first there is only human but the story kinda unfolds along the way so you could join now as a human then when comes time that is fit add a character from a diferent race and if you want leave behind or kill the old one that is if you dont want to keep them characters: name:mintro age:15 weapon(s):the last elven sword and a long bow apearence: http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime boy/minikun/Anime Guys/boy.jpg?o=6 bio:included in story name:rex age:17 weapon(s): 2 katana's apearence: http://media.photobucket.com/image/a...5c5a.jpg?o=431 bio:when he was 5 some creatures killed his parents now he only lives for revenge,rex cannot read or write,his specialty are: upgrading/building vehicles, ninja/samurai techniques name: shyra age: 17 weapon(s): daggers/knifes and claws apearence:http://media.photobucket.com/image/a...stic.jpg?o=500 bio: a childhood friend of rex, she had no parents but a little sister when shyra was 5 creatures came to get her little sister, he helps rex with almost everything and has deep feelings for him Name: Nienna Age: 16 Weapons: A wooden staff that has little detailed carvings in it. It looks like an ordainary staff, but it holds magical properties. Abilities: Casting simple spells such as wind, fire, earth, water, and healing. Not a master yet, but hopefully will soon be. Apperance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime girl with brown hair/chadni98/anime girls/snow_closeup.jpg Bio: Nienna's family has been captured and possibly put to death by now. She was the only escapee from her family. Nienna has been basically been traveling alone, trying to survive and live another day. She taught herself the methods of being a magician and hopes to master her spells. Personality: She is kind, sometimes quiet, but she cares a lot about others Appearance: Bio: Riaz was captured by creatures when he was 8 and was experimented on until he was 10. Then he escaped but realized that he could now shapeshift into a wolf. He paid a price though because now he is color blind and his physical appearance resembles that of a wolf(ears are more pointed and he tends to smell and hear things that normal humans can't) Wolf Appearance: here Name: Nina Age: 15 Weapon(s): Her mother's bow and arrow & her father's spear Appearance: Other: Her parents were killed when she was too young, and fights to avenge their deaths. name: Asuna age: 14 weapon(s): A bladed ring apearence: http://media.photobucket.com/image/a...ime-4.jpg?o=23 bio: Asuna ran away from home due to years of abuse from her parents but before she left home she stole her weapon off her father so that she could fight when she needs to Name: Dante Age: 17 wepon(s): Long sword, with a fat blade, and a human skull on the grip appearence: Long pitch black hair that covers his right eye, Grey shirt, Black trench coat. black camo pants, white shoes Bio: Dante's parents died when he was two and his older brother took care of him till he was twelve. his brother left dante on the street to care for himself. dantes brother taught him sword play and how to use a gun. The sword dante carries now was his fathers that his brother gave to him. He longs to find his brother again one day. Username: Daxma Character Name: Jack Gender:Male Appearence: Black jacket,black boots and black cargo pants.Has blurry white eye's because his eye's are blind. Bio: He lived in an untouched town for most of his life and people thought short of him because of his blindness but there short sightedness was unfounded for because of this all of his other senses and physical abilities peaked up 100X.He would be able to hear a single heart beat out of a giant crowd of people.He had a power which he used in a unique way.He sent pulses into the ground like sonar to see everything around him in detail. Personality: He can be very socaible if you gain his trust. Weapon: A pure Steel and red cane with a steel version of a dragon scaling up the cane as the handle.He can make it into an energy weapon and can use magic. Anything Else?: He's aged 17 and is in search of meaning and purpose which he finds in justice.Carries the cane with him everywhere and if thrown away from him he can summon it back.His special attack are lightning wreath where he raises his cane and a ball of lightning begins to form and it grows as energy from everywhere is taken into it.It even sucks the energy of living things and this energy is sent flying,decellating anything in its path until it reaches its target. name: Caitlin age: 16 weapon(s): A double edged Scythe. apearence: bio: Since young, she had believed that one day she would be able to resurrect her parents whom had died inside a farm house 12 years ago, and that she would avenge the person who did it. name: Alex age: 16 weapon: sword and staff picture: on page 12 bio: she loves to use magic and fight __________________ we will start when we have at least three people the story will progress as we juorney together so i didnt name every town or person in the rp just to let you know this is medeivil times so theres no guns or modes of transportation other then walking and horses
I just discovered something amazing! people who are old...are not young
thats like the end of the first book Why do these things always happen? He felt heart drop as the trees began to thin and a giant crater was made visible in the clearing. His mind raced with thoughts and emotions that he knew would only bring him more sorrow. How can one man kill so many? No, Arntgiedon isn't a man he's a monster who kills anyone I love. But he doesn't kill just my loved ones, Entron was my enemy I... I thought I we hated eachother. Mintro droped into the crater tears burning his eyes. Entron was flat on the ground at the center of the crater his chest barely moving, he tilted his head to see mintro approaching through the rubble. "why did you come?" he gasped pain clear in his voice. "I... its not fair you shoudn't have to, I'm not gonna let you die! Not yet, it wasn't your battle. He should have hit me then you..." Mintros voice broke as it dawned apon him what had really happened. Arntgiedon was about to kill him after killing his whole family when Entron lept from the trees and took the blow leaving him hurtilling through the trees to a certain and unfair death. "I saved you...my enemy... but why? I hated you we..hated each other." he growned as he looked up into Mintros face, "Lift me up I wan't to see the forest again." Mintro gazed into his cold gray eyes and gently lifted him into his arms and carried him from the crater. "I'm sorry" Mintro finally said as he held Entron in his arms, "I'm sorry we hated eachother, that you have to suffer like this, it's just, not fair." A breeze carried the sent of lilacs to them from a distant feild. "Mintro," he said finally after inhaling the sweet breeze, "I dont hate you" and at these final words his body fell limp in Mintro's arms and his eyes became pale and lifeless. A single tear fell from Mintros eye onto Entrons cheek as he carried him through the trees to the field of flowers he used to visit so often for comfort, He gently lowered him to the ground then silently dug his enemys grave. Tell me if you liked it if you did i'll post some more
my cousin died 1 hour ago at age 3 from cancer
check it out lol http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQjKfRCUyhQ
if you pay close attention to the secret ending scene where ven is frozen at 2:50 you can see his eyes twitch slightly towards aqua so maby hes still alive http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnB3FHZba5w
srry if theres alredy a thread about this but i was jut playing kh2 when i realy looked at the second castle and it hit me maby this castle has more significace then meleficents hide out maby xeanort did some reasurch here that we havent discovers i meen if you look at it its not exactly what i would see melefacint desinging and we never knew about the underground reasurch in the first castle. please reply wiith opinions
