Ooc: I meant "Rae", sorry ^^''
Tetsuya walked to Rae, his sword bloodied by the many assassins he slew, but not enough to completely hurt the assassin brigade. He paused, his eyes shadowed by his long silver hair. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.
Sessamaru smiled slightly, his green eyes glowing. "We'll just have to wait. We need to restore our energy," Sessamaru explained, his green and black aura dancing about like snakes, the magical starlight within them blinking.
"Awaiting the Dark Lord..." Vallyn said nonchalantly, his eyes full of boredom. "If you're him, then please, speak to me face to face, and I beg that you kneel before me." Vallyn was obviously bored.
Bored, Vallyn began to mess around with his shadows, forming them into images. "Dark Lord... Ever late, he is, to his own throne room..." He whispered, obliterating the image of a drow woman. His hands clenched, his nails dug into his palm, making himself bleed. Blood and shadows spilled from the flesh wound.
UPDATES!^^^^ You're in ^^ Evil Races Draco ~ Dragon-humanoid creatures who tend to pillage every little town or city they see. They fight honourably and die with valor. Shadows ~ Corrupted souls who steal the outline (shadow) of the person, looking like their mirror opposite. Equal and all. Devils ~ Rulers of the lesser planes of Oblivion and Shadowmaar. They're powerful entities. Arch Devils ~ Higher classed devils whose powers are vast and nearly limitless. They rule the Neutral Planes of Obivion and Shadowmaar. Rhect-Daenon ~ Supreme rulers of Oblivion and Shadowmaar, their abilities conquering all. They're beautiful creatures, despite their malicious acts and neverending desires.
((Alright, time is near for me to allow you guys to help me get started with something wonderful! If you're willing to help, I'll be glad and I hope it'll be fun, not only for me, but for you, too! Pwn on, pwn on! This will be an everlasting story, I promise! By the by, I could not have done this without xJayn's help! ^^)) Story The beginning of time, when all is joyous if not confused. The story begins with a Fable, of an ancient world known as Dhar'khania. The seasons pass, as do the years. All grows and all dies. The Balance never tips. When the gods speak, the people listen. Without gods, men are nothing. Without men, gods, too, are nothing. The Equilibrium is so kept. On the Eight Corners of Dhar'khania, heroes must rise to protect this Equilibrium, or all is lost. Many hardships await these heroes, and many more heroes shall assist them, to save the world from total destruction. Daenon (Dark Gods), Arch Devils, Demons, and the like arise, trying to rule the world in shadow and darkness, leaving no light for the pure or the living. Can they succeed? Or will they die, like a star devoured by the darkness of night? RULES -No god-modding -No killing without Permission -No major cussing -No Powerplaying -Keep it at PG-13, please. Magicks! Geomancy ~ Magic of the Earth, of Nature Pyromancy ~ Magic of Fire Aeromancy ~ Magic of the Wind, of the Air Aquamancy ~ Magic of Water Necromancy ~ Magic of the Netherworld, of the Dead and of Demons and Devils Atrumancy ~ Magic of Darkness, of Shadow. Luminancy ~ Magic of Light Races! Forgotten ~ The first race to ever exist on Dhar'khania, the most ancient world. Made to look like Mortal Replicas of the Gods, made up of memories, the pointed ears and pupil-less glowing eyes people are divided into four clans (once five, but one grew extinct). They are rich in more than just wealth, but their clothing is made up of many colours, their style exotic and wild. They are the masters of the arcane and of stealth, their swordplay is nothing more than a dance... A dangerous, serpentine dance. Their insignia is the Roc, a giant, exotic bird whose tail-feathers are as long as the Laviethan's body, but full of feathers. This bird is beautiful and most often blue. They tend to average from 4'8" to 6'2" and weigh from 100 lbs. to 175 lbs. They are born with high potent mana supply, their body mass is slender, their hair is many exotic colours, and their eyelids, fingernails (toenails), and lips are similar, exotic colours that are opposite to skin tone. They're normal fair skinned. The Forgotten have strange powers, mainly alteration due to rage or sorrow. This secret still remains unknown. ~Clans~ - Soren (check Evil Races) - Vaarn, a small band of rogues who are strong in the area of stealth, their arcane abilities loosely based on illusionary spells. They're rich in the colours purple, black, and night blue. The Rock upon their banner is purple and night blue. - Aege, A healing, generous clan, whose arcane is based upon Gaeus, the Life Tree, where children are born, where they play, and where rituals to summon Aegis, the Ultimate Barrier, to protect them and their fellow races (enemies or no).Their banner is white and green. - Xorum (Check Evil Races) *** - Sorurobu Bureakeru, the once Golden Empire of Dhar'khania, the brightest of all Forgotten, they held their benevolence with pride, their morals merciful and wise. They were founded by Gilgamesh, Sorurobu Bureakeru I. Babylon is their holy symbol, the blade now upon the banner... Their banner is Green and Black. They fell after the Draconic Invasion. (This is not an optional clan!!!) *** Sprites ~ 6" tall people with butterfly wings. They possess geomancy, Earth Magic, and aquamancy, Water Magic. They're mischievous, but adorable, and are always resourceful little critters. They can fly at 125 mph. Faeries (or Fairies) ~ Small flying females who are 10" in height and are slender. They fall in love with anything beautiful, but are also slender and hot headed. They're miniature perfections, their feathery wings a light sky blue or just white. They favour the torn-up clothing look, their favourite colours black, purple, green, and blue. Nymphs ~ Women, whose grace are godly, but their mortal. Unable to age, they use temptation to lure men. When serious, they fight with a wrath unknown to the world. They wear near-transparent robes, and use their charm to get by. They, envy the men of the Forgotten, for they're just godly perfect. They also use geomancy. Daar'ke ~ Humans of Dhar'Khania. They are unpredictable. Nils ~ Little humanoids who stand 3' to 4' tall. They're usually slender, albeit their huge appetite, their ears are pointed and they love to pull pranks and steal. They're harmless, but backed into a corner, they get ferocious. They look like little humans! Evil Races Draco ~ Dragon-humanoid creatures who tend to pillage every little town or city they see. They fight honourably and die with valor. Shadows ~ Corrupted souls who steal the outline (shadow) of the person, looking like their mirror opposite. Equal and all. Devils ~ Rulers of the lesser planes of Oblivion and Shadowmaar. They're powerful entities. Arch Devils ~ Higher classed devils whose powers are vast and nearly limitless. They rule the Neutral Planes of Obivion and Shadowmaar. Rhect-Daenon ~ Supreme rulers of Oblivion and Shadowmaar, their abilities conquering all. They're beautiful creatures, despite their malicious acts and neverending desires. Giants ~ Standing 10+', Giants are reckless and loves destruction. They can be intelligent and they can be stupid. It depends. Death Knights ~ From the Netherplanes of Necrovein, these undead knights, intelligent and masters of Necromancy. They are ruled by their neverending memory, cursed with having banshees, their personal maidens, at their side. They wear armour and their bodies are not decayed, for their souls take physical form within the armour. They are living memories, living nightmares. Soren Forgotten ~ the strongest clan since Sorurobu Bureakeru has fallen, these cruel, malicious people worship Krymson, the God of Blood and Pleasure. The Roc upon their banner is black and red. Xorum Forgotten ~ A dangerous dark cult who worship Runa, the Dark Goddess of Magic and the Moon. They focus upon dark magicks set to destroy everything. They abuse their power and think themselves superior. Their skin is ebony, their hair is usually normal human colours, but never red. Their banner is black and silver. Character Sheet Format Played By: Name: Age: Race: (If Forgotten, put in which clan you're in!) Appearance: Weapons: Major Area of Magic: History: Other: Characters Played By: Sessamaru Name: Seraphus Sessamaru (Sorurobu Bureakeru VII) Age: 1700 Race: Sorurobu Bureakeru Forgotten Appearance: Weapons: Frostmourne (Frost Katana), Aurabane (Shadow Katana); Midnight (Sentient Obsidian Greatsword) Major Area of Magic: Aeromancy History: Sessamaru, lost hier of Sorurobu Bureakeru, was founded and adopted by the Soren. Born purely from both a Sorurobu Bureakeru male and female, his heart is light and innocent. He escaped their demonic clutches, his heart and eyes now in search for the Lost Capital, Akamaeru (The Halo of Twilight). He searches for his past... To know his father, to know his mother, and to know of his people. His road to finding his ancestry is in vain, for the Fates seek his help... But, eventually, he will learn of his ancestors, of their demise... In due time... Now, the Fates, Demi-Gods, seek his help to stop the vast invasion of Shadows, souls who steal the shadows of the living. He feels as if he will never find the answer... Other: He's young, naive, and innocent, but often broods across the land, his cloak catching only dust and moisture. Played By: Sessamaru Name: Nick McNuisance Age: 19 Race: Nil Appearance: (Christmas cover) Weapon: Nick-Wack-Paddy-Wack (Dagger) Major Area of Magic: None History: Tossed out of taverns, thrown into garbage, the happy-go-lucky Nil goes about his day, full of innocence and delight, despite his tendency to steal things. Hilarious as he is, he walks down the road, looking for someone to be his BEST FRIEND. The young Nil smiles, his childish manner acceptable, continues his search for wild ad dangerous adventures, his curiosity neverending. Other: Not much to say. Played By: xJayn Name: Aria Age: 250 Race: Faerie Appearance: Weapons: Subeta no Hikai (Sword of light) Major Area of Magic: Pyromancy History: She’s spent most of her life in the forest. (Hah.) Other: None. Played By: Fayt-Harkwind Name: Vagarath Age: 922 Race: Death Knight Appearance: A knight in full black armour which emits a black mist that wraps around himself. Weapons: Cursed Broadsword, sacrifical dagger Major Area of Magic: Necromancy History: Vagarath was once a great general of the Daar'ke until he was slain by a Devil (with the same sword he now weilds) and awoke a death knight with his armour turned black and the sword that changed him in his hands. Instantly he had a blood lust esspecially for that of the Devil that killed him and after finally defeating him he gained the power of that Devil which greatly enhanced his sword skills and Necromancy. He now resides in his Castle guarded by the skeletons of those who have faced him and lost. Other: He still has the mind of his old self and his tactics in battle. (Deceased) Played By: Fayt-Harkwind Name: Vance Age: 30 Race: Daar'ke Appearance: silver armour, blonde long hair, blue eyes, diagonal claw shape scar across his face Weapons: 2 broadswords and a sealed sword (gonna unseal it later) Major Area of Magic: Luminancy History: Being the grandson of Vagarath he's searched for his grandfather for many years and when he finally found him he was a death knight. he was struck down and began to train to surpass his grand father losing his trust in humanity as he was secluded from them for so long. Other: he is neither friend nor enemy and talks to people like there tools or weapons. Played By: sorafangirl Name: Alice Age: 17 Race: Nymph Appearance: Weapons: None Major Area of Magic: Geomancy History: Has lived in the shadows for most of her life, but she is ready to come out of them. Other: Leaving the shadows and entering the light. Played By:sora117 Name: Rey Age: 13 Race: forgotten Appearance: View attachment 1734 the boy in picture Weapons: Pasa/ and a wepon so he can fight human cause pasa can only kill demons Major Area of Magic: necromancy History:he has been fighting with pasa Other: he has a sis names shayo Played By:sora117 Name: shayo Age: 15 Race: forgotten Appearance: View attachment 1735 the girl Weapons: gauntlet magic Major Area of Magic:lumanicy History: brother is rey Other: none played by icekid818 name logan age 13 race daar'ke appearnce View attachment 1736 major area of magic: pyro history he hates shayo and Rey because they always pick on him othere none
Ooc: lol, damn XD Well, from what I know so far, a shade is a creature born/made-up of shadow/darkness. They're very dangerous. (plus, they are normally humanoids: Humans, elves, orcs, the like...)
Casually, Leon steps ahead of Crystalize and Katie, his hands upon his hips. "So, you're this Vad, eh?" He asked, his voice full of sarcasm. He knew Vad will lose this day... He would make sure of it. Quickly, he crouched, in position, hands upon the katana; his right was atop the hilt, the left holding the scabbard. "Come! Taste the obsidian steel of my blade!"
The drow closed his eyes, a stream of shadows surrounding his body, blotting his body out of existance. Dark Lands... The Castle... Throne Room... He thought, choosing his precise destination. The darkness wavered, turning into black mist. His body was gone. There he sat, upon the Dark Lord's throne. "I'm not just a drow... I'm a Shade..." He reiterated, emphasizing the last word dangerously. He was a creature of the dark... The Ultimate Assassin! "I'll await the Dark Lord..."
"Fool..." Vallyn whispered, seeing the opening as it were. Taking advantage, he used his shadowstep to get away from the bolts. He appeared in front of Ixion, his swords working madly, a flurry of silver slivers. Already the multiple wounds on Ixion began to open and grow wider, becoming more grievous. The wound in Ixion's back still oozed his life blood. With a final cut, the grievous cut tore apart Ixion's ribs. Fatal or no, the drow stepped away as the bolt finally hit against the ground. "You should've thought better..." With that, he walked away. He stopped near the closest tree. "I'm not just a drow..." He spoke over his shoulder.
Sessamaru smiled and nodded. "That's it," He spoke casually, satisfied that his pupil is learning. He walked twenty paces away from Kyoshi and turned. "Strike me..."
Sessamaru glared dangerously at Kyoshi at first, but quickly composed himself with a gentle smile quickly before anyone could take note. "No... The wind is equal to us, like the elements are equal to everyone else... We live in a world, a plane, of equilibrium... To equivalate everything. Share and protect..." He spoke, his eyes darting to the left, as was his habit.
"Since we're here, halfway to the Temple... We should remain here, sit, train, and avoid suspicion." He explained. "Oh... By the by, build up dexterity and never rely on the wind element... Wind can deceive many." He added, his eyes shining brightly.
[Immortal] "We should rest, for This One fears the worst..." He replied, turning to Kyoshi. Sessamaru dispelled the young man's ability to control the wind, for his power, far more ancient, cancelled out Kyoshi's. Sessamaru watched the young man try to juggle the wind orbs with a large measure of difficulty.
"My ideals are different from my kin's... Paralysis is cowardly." He whispered, coldly eyeing the human. "I am in no mood for foul jokes..." He answered. (Pun, lol). From Mournagh, the blade in his right hand, began to release tendrils of shadow, while the blade in his left, Zilvinidia, released an unheavenly chill. "Your move..."
Sessamaru, outraged, used the Fire Orb to burn the multiple corpses. "Arrogant *******..." Sessamaru whispered coldly, walking out of the flaming room. As he exited, he saw Tessa, his eyes saddened, the beaming lights of his eyes now dim with sorrow. His melancholy was felt by the corporeal cyan tendrils that escaped his body as an aura, while black vapours were released. "Why?" He asked bluntly, red tears falling down his high cheekbones. The death of one man was all he could stand, but a series of corpses slain by a mere child? He felt his heart breaking.
Ooc: lol, thanks. Oh? I'm so sorry to hear that. Sessamaru waved the voice away as he walked down the dirt road, finding a large circular path that split into different roads. He stopped at the heart and began to chant. When he finished he appeared inside Alaric's brother's office. He looked around immediately. "What have you done?!" Sessamaru shouted. "Alaric!" His voice, again, became altered, sounding like an outraged human in his early 20's. The Orb of Fire began to act up, his burning body became hotter to him. Sessamaru turned to Alaric, his green eyes as cold as ice. No creases appeared around his furrowed brows, his skin remained flawless, not wrinkles existed. The mask hid his entire neck, up to the bridge of his nose, connected to the leather armour. Dancing about like a white flame, his white mane began to shine silver and sky blue, while his shining green eyes became a blinding light, illuminating his bone-bleached skin. His memories haunted him, from past to recent present. He, too, killed a man. Mercy or no... He felt his guilt burden him more.
Tetsuya noticed something awry in the air. "We'll continue this later, Hiei..." He spoke, leaping over Hiei and shadowstepping. He paused to consider the assassins. "Damn it!" He shouted, scolding himself. He began to attack the assassin's, his cat-like nimbleness flawless, his grace unbelievable. This was his art, and one he did not love, no matter how perfected it was. His talent, a talent of bloodshed, was nothing in the eyes of his soul...
Ooc: lol, Sessamaru will have a heavier conscience then :P "This One..." Sessamaru's eyes shifted to the left. His thoughts became a tumult of emotions. Quickly, he gazed at the Berserker and his deadly flames. "This One... Will snuff out this darkness..." Sessamaru whispered, promising. But, knowing he could not take the orb from Drake alive... He would have to take the alternative. The orb was connected to Drake, it appeared, as if sentient, grasping the very heart and mind of the leader. "Rezuken!" He shouted, disappearing from sight. A few moments passed. Sessamaru appeared on the other side of Drake, the Fire Orb in his hand as Shadowbane rested in her sheathe, abnormally satisfied. The Green-Eyed Albino felt incredibly hot, as if his body was on fire. He held back his pain, his eyes closing. He walked away. As he vanished from Drake's manor, a vacuum appeared, devouring the fire, while Drake's body, beaten and torn, collapsed, being left alone in the vacuum within the courtyard, the flames snuffed out. In the heart of the courtyard, rested a single light. Shall you rest eternally in the light... the orb spoke, forever resting in the heart of the courtyard. Ooc: lol, can't wait to see your next post :P
