"Drake!" Shouted the Forgotten, his voice carrying a melancholy that is not to be envied, for it meant death to be heard. His voice seemed humanly, but the music behind it was saddening, the reality entangled within the webs of fate. Sessamaru kicked open the door, inside Drake's building. His black cloak danced swiftly about his corporeal body. He clenched Sakura, the blade's hilt radiating a rosey aura that surrounded the wielder. The sakabatou gave him more pity, more empathetic emotions. It was a harmless blade of justice, used to immobilize opponents, never kill them. The green-eyed albino continued to walk. "Give This One what He desires!" He cried, his voice demanding, almost frightening. He awaited for an opponent, who ever would attack this enraged albino. His deadly grace in which he presented was example enough, no matter how harmless it seemed, to send a shiver of fear down the spines of many.
Played by: Sessamaru Name: Xerum Nocturna Age: Unknown Race: Vampire/Shade Weakness: Light, Full moons and New moons give him an otherworldly essence. He seems very human and very mortal at this time. Strength: Darkness and Shadow, otherworldly strength, necromancy. He has the power to seduce women and men alike, to drink their blood for added vitality. Lack of blood (drank or released from his body) sends him into an otherworldly rage, making him into a monstrous god. He could be considered an Arch Devil for his abnormal power. Apperance: Bio: Born half a vampire, Xerum has the ability to live during the twilight when the sun is out, but weak past its zenith. He wears a magical cloak called "Grande Atrum", which shields him from sunlight. Without it, he is forever doomed to face the sun. He carries an obsidian ocarina, which he plays to summon the dark forces, to ease himself. This is the source of his magic... most of the time. Skilled in the Dark Arts, the Necromancer, Xerum, plots to overthrow gods, growing weary of depending on the cloak he wears. Master of Otherworldly Two-Hands (dark dual-wielding), he plans to sink the world into a pool of shadows. His Shade half swears loyalty to the Dark Goddess of Perpectual Secrets, Seraphe (Sair-uh-fay). He depends mostly on his dark rune blade, Shadowrune. Weapon: A blue bladed scythe that releases blue rose petals. Bluemoon... Shadowrune, sentient soul-stealing blade. ******* sword of the nine hells. Why do you wish to posses these books?: To unlock the secrets of necromantic lore, and the revelation to the annihilation of the world... To obtain godship and eternal power... He has many uses.
Already, as soon as the boy sidestepped, he was not cautious enough to defend. If Alaric was smart, he wouldn't have sidestepped a berserk assassin. One shamshir ran up through Alaric's side, cutting through three ribs as it came upwards. The blade, fortunately, missed the major organs, but the bleeding was fierce. "Rule one, never sidestep a drow... With that in tow, I bid you to die..." The drow turned to the girl and the downed horse. "To be continued..." He spoke, shadows engulfing the dark elf, which soon turned into black mist, revealing that the elf, with his shadeborn powers, vanished, teleporting to the next, nearest alcove, to rest. (OOC: To leave it at that, for I have to go. Au revoir!)
Springing forth from beams of shadows, daggers woven of darkness shot forth, the agile dark elf becoming a blur, his graceful movements uncomprehending. A barrier of blades protected him as he built up more momentum, his shamshirs breaking the air resistance for his charge.
With a sigh, the drow finally spoke, his cold tone very much deadly "Have you not learned? You're mortal, as us all, even the gods... But... Some of us are worth more than others. You just seem to catch my eye everytime I look at you," tendrils of darkness leak out of his body. He was definately not your every day drow. "And this is because..." He took a step forward, apparitions made of shadows appearing "You are just blood money!" with this, he shadowstepped, as did his apparitions, two shamshir's thrusting from impossible angles.
With a quick double jab of his shamshirs, Alaric's shoulder bled and fell limp. "Pathetic? If I remember, creatures like you don't have a long lifespan, nor any desires fit for a living organism!" He shouted, sweeping a kick to knock the horse off balance. His graceful movements went unmeasured.
Ooc: lol, wow, such abuse :P Vallyn's shadowstepped behind them, within the shade of the tree. He wasn't noticable. Memories flitted across his mind, reminding him of why he came to the surface. He stared at them, his normal vision keeping his amber eyes from glowing.
Vallyn didn't enjoy them running off. He easily deflected the arrow, already shadowstepping in front of snow, crouched, and performing two simultaneous thrusts towards the horse's neck. The assassin hated runaways.
"You're business and course have been changed as of now..." Vallyn spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, two shamshirs already in hand as if by magic. "You can not out run me, thief. And there is no one that can protect you now." He added, the crowd of people already running. "By the time you turn a corner, I will already be there." He added, his voice colder than ice. He was not boasting. Magic tingled about his body, so why would he boast? It was all a matter-of-fact. Even without the anklets, he would still be agile enough to beat the boy there. "Now, be a good boy and turn into money..." He whispered, his voice still edging upon all seriousness.
"Enough, Alaric..." Spoke the drow, appearing behind the young man, his ominous eyes piercing through the darkness of his cowl. Vallyn smirked. "That one does not need to die... yet..." He added, obviously amused of the young thief.
The Shade wandered, ignoring the energy of the beast demon and his spirit. He knew that the energy would eventually burn up, leaving them exhausted, thus sending the spirit back to his own plane of existence. He smirked, throwing out his right hand as he sees two women. The wind picked up violently, the air more of a vacuum than anything else.
With unbelievable speed, they became starlight in the eyes of many, their swords releasing sparks from every hit, none cracking under the great stress of pressure and power. Two blades thrusted in, while the other two blades were against the possessors back, dull sides against the shoulderblades. Sessamaru, having both of his blades against his back, spun in a crouch, parrying the two thrusts. Quickly, he lunged, blades dancing in a flurry, the power great. The drow, taking note of the parry and counter, pursued, for he, too, went on the offensive. Four blades made unbelievable force, causing the dirt beneath their feet to move about, sparks of unimaginable power catching the grass and trees on fire. Sessamaru, again, crouched, crossing both blades, and jumping high, working Vallyn's blade unbelievably high, then, upon his descent, two cresent blades came in, cutting a wound across his neck, then across his cheek, all in a shape of cresent moons. Vallyn, irritated, began to work, working the blades in random angles, feinting thrusts. Catching Sessamaru off guard, the drow continued, working randomly, but gracefully about Sessamaru's defense, nicking him quickly. The nicks became cuts.
Made of Shadows, a sub-property of light, the creature became larger, but a little translucent. The bird's jaw, already under Rexejon, came up, closing its monstrous beak. The creature, less dense in property, its mass larger than the original design, flew off, but slowly. Shadowstepping into the carrions shadow, the shade appeared. "Have you not learned that light makes shadows bigger? Shadows can never die as long as their is light, as long as their is darkness..." Spoke he, Shaar. The Shade was amused. "If you ignore a creatures basic property and maneuver, you could die." He added, a smile spreading across his face. His cloak danced about him, tendrils of shadows protecting the shadow-being from the light. "Veil..." He spoke, making the already high in flight creature became a simple shadow-weave cloth, releasing its prisoner. "Now, with that lesson out of the way... Die..." Shaar spoke, turning away, walking casually away.
(I hope you all enjoy this Rp, for writing this was relieving me of some blocking obstacle. Now, back to my novel that shall shed a new light for my future, regardless of acceptance or rejection, for writing it is my passion and love, not for my desperate naivety! Pwn on and on, until you achieve greatness!) Story: Play and play the residents of Summergold did, dancing and playing music amongst themselves. The musical melodies of their flutes and ocarinas flitted through the air, arias and symphonies. The High Elves, full at play, continued their Festival Of Goldennight, where the sky was gold while the blood red moon, Sanguine, shined its divine light upon the gold skinned beings of Eravis. The marble city of Summergold, perfect in every way for the merry elves of old, worshipped the golden heavens, its silver stars, and Sanguine this night, for it only happened once every aeon, when new gods arose as the old die. This was Natural Balance. The darkness, never frightening, became ominous through the wood and forest. None travelled there. Never will they, for the fearsome drow own the perpectual darkness. All was fear. But this night, the heavens brought joy and courage, wisdom and charisma to fight the fear. But still, with Great Wisdom, none dared to cross the drow. The new gods, realigning the stars with grace and precision, with great speed, brought out new constellations. This was a divine event. "Look! If we rest, our new god, patron or matron, will give us its name and promises!" Shouted a young, but wise high elf, his perpectual smile perfecting his golden face. The High Elves had silver hair, golden skin, black lips, always in a smile. This race knew not of anger, but plenty of sorrow, but joy has replaced that. The squinting silver eyes of the High Elves never left their face, like the smiles. The children stared at the heavens, seeing a cosmic event, even rarer. Fiery tears fell. "The new gods are weeping for their elders!" Cried the same High Elf child, his naivety and excitement common amongst the old race. Down fell the fiery tears, only to crash into the homes of many. Summergold, Kalanton, and Dhar'khome were assaulted by these tears, only to find darkness and somberness. The High Elves exiled themselves, running from the terrors, the calamaties from the Tears. They ran, taking refuge... As did the Drow... And the great province of Dhar'khome. The New Parthenon Standing in the heart of Prelude, the huge marble columned shrine of the Deities of Quaar'ish, the New Gods spoke their godly politics, speaking of what to do. In order, with the Septus, were: Requi'uss, the God of Beginning, Dawn, and Law Symphonius, God of Sorrow, Redemption, and Atonement Lunesti, Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, and Love-making Arret, Goddess of War, Earth, and Honour Aegis, God of Protection, Strength, and Craft Vennas, Goddess of Harvest, Child Birth, and Beauty Chronos, God of Time, Light, and Athletics. Along with the darker, most imminent, were: Ragnos, God of Twilight, Ending, and Chaos Nocturna, Goddess of Pain, Regret, and Nothingness (Dusk, basically) Masque, God of Deception, Hate, and Lies Lleh (Lay), Goddess of Death, Corrosion, and Deceit Eci, Goddess of Stealth, Bloodletting, and Power Nevar, God of Death, The Underworld, and Famine Chaos, God of the Void, Insanity, and Undead They were the Deities of the Hourglass. They spoke amongst themselves, about the plans for the plan of Quaar'ish. Smiling wickedly, the Hourglass spoke their plans. This upset the Septus, thus, they banished the Hourglass to Baan, the world of the Dark Aeon. The Septus, themselves, banished themselves to Lumei, the world of the Light Aeon. They rested there, still hearing the prayers of many as their names were spoken to their chosen races, and if not races, then alignments, and if not alignments, then their chosen people... The cycle was perpectual. After the Fiery Tears, many mourned. They recieved their new gods when their mourning left them in deep meditative slumber. As they did, a chosen few were given a mission, if they accepted a new god, or if they don't have a god... The chosen were given tasks... Within the next Fiery Tears, the gods within Baan, the Hourglass, will fall from the heavens... When the sky becomes an electric purple and when the red moon is caught between blue and silver. Thus, has Nightmarus been brought to the new world. Sanguine awaits its evolutionary rebirth... During the turn of events, a New Threat arises, along with many demonic friends and the like... Quarrak Desp'Ana. (Be warned, the story may change somewhat, but this, I hope will be a long lasting story, or unless I decide to make a sequel... Depends if I'm lazy or not :P) Alright, with that out of the way (rushed or not, it hardly matters), we now have the rules, very basic: [Rules] No Godmodding Cussing allowed but don’t go overboard (I won't hold censors over anyone's head, but please, keep the major cursing to a minimum. "Damn" and "Ass" are not highly bad, so please don't abuse the words) Romance encouraged but no cybering or anything like that. Keep it PG-13 Minimum gore, blood varies No Powerplay Don’t kill without permission, please. PM first. Keep to the story, and DO NOT make it seem you're more powerful than everyone else, for everyone is equal. I don't care if you say your character IS stronger, because, if he/she is (in your mind), you're gone from the RP. (Sorry for the extremity, but this issue has been bugging me and I prefer fair play) Ask if you want to make/add a new character (even though I'll mostly say yes, but I still want to keep in the loop) There was something else I wanted to add, but I forgot. So, if I remember and add it to the rules, you guys will get the memo first before I post the Forgotten rule x.x Character Sheet Format (* = Optional) Name: Patrom/Matron God: (If no god, explain, please) Weapons: Enchanted Items*: Race: (could be any race) Appearance: (A pic or a full paragraph that is well detailed) History: (A brief, but interesting summary) Alignment: (Lawful Good, Neutral Good, Chaotic Good; Lawful Neutral, True Neutral, Chaotic Neutral; Lawful Evil, Neutral Evil, Chaotic Evil) Other: Played By: Characters~ Name: Vallyn Desp'Ana Patrom/Matron God: None (Vallyn is a forsaker, a survivalist. He is not dependent upon gods, and neither is he weak to submit. He does well to succeed and keep his own principals in check.) Weapons: Two scimitars, named after his beloved, Zilvinidia, and his adoptive father, Mournagh. He carries two daggers in case disarmed. Bow of Lightning, Shadow Arrows (Uber combination for killing non-shades! XD) - Mournagh: The blade is flaming hot like volcanic obsidian, its silver-jet hue releases a devasting heat of that of a Red Dragon's flame. - Zilvinidia: The blade, perfectly curved and truly beautiful, a perfect weapon many die to have. The blade releases a chill that could kill even the greatest white wyrm in all the realms. The blade is graceful but not merciful to its prey. Enchanted Items: Bracers and Anklets of Lightning. Emerald of Plane Walk. Aegis (Armour made of mithril. It resists 65% damage). Race: Drow (partially Shade) Appearance: History: After rising to the surface, Vallyn the Dark Elf searches for a place in the world for himself. Naturally, he is Lawful Evil, having intentions of his own benefit, while regarding everything and everyone respectfully. He does not care if someone or something dies, but does if they were never given a chance to actually live or is attacked by a large group. Not really a good character, Vallyn, himself, would kill anyone who makes him seem inferior or almightily good. He wears enchanted anklets and bracelets, enchanted leather armour, and wields two enchanted swords, a bow, and multiple arrows. His piwafwi, enchanted as the Drow custom, hides him in perpectual darkness. His infravision gives him an upperhand in darkness. Alignment: Lawful Evil Other: Drow Innate - Levitation, Inpenetrable Globe of Darkness, Faerie Fire (Harmless Purple Flames that is used to outline opponent who tries to run away in the darkness of night or tries to turn invisible). Swordplay, Some Magical Ability, and Stealth. Shade innate - Shadow abilities, most preferred is "Shadowstep" Played By: Sessamaru Name: Quaarak Desp'Ana Patrom/Matron God: None (Forsaking his old religion, the battle hardened mage prepares himself for godship) Weapons: Quarterstaff of Omnis (The Staff of Everything), Dual-Sword of Despair (The double-bladed sword that can stop even the most graceful creature with its aura, making it sluggish and languid, full of despair), Nightmare and Shadow (Two rapiers whose gracefullness are hypnotic, while releasing terrible images and releases bolts of shadow... one way ticket to the shadow plane for non-shades), and has numerous numbers of wands hidden under his piwafwi! Enchanted Items*: Robes of Flamingice, Cowl of Mindkeeping, Piwafwi of Immunity (Resists the power/prayers of light, along with some magical resistance to Fire and Frost damage), and Amulet of Aegis (Protects the wearer from magic). Race: Drow Appearance: History: After assisting the attack on House De'rae, Vallyn's former house as a newborn infant, he helped inquire that a shade-born drow would be an excellent soldier to slaughter the other Houses. But, as Vallyn grew too strong, the mage noted his err. Protecting himself, he found a solution. Pull the strings on the deadly shade-drow babe, and ultimately fell the House of Desp'Ana, leaving only one true patriarch to roam about freely. Sacrilegious, the blasphemous mage succeeded, scrying the scene where Vallyn tore out his adoptive mother's heart to serve to their Now dead goddess. Satisfied, the manipulative Desp'Ana left for the surface, creating a Flying Castle. It has yet to have a name, but his power is vast and nearly impossible... Nearly... Purposely? No one knows, but, if he awaits his dangerous adoptive brother, then surely he will end the puppet's role before a new light dawns upon the darkness that is drow. Alignment: Chaotic Evil Other: Is the most power Dark Elf in the school of magic. (Thus the reason he's an antagonist XD. But, he's also vulnerable during spell casting, as long as you're close enough to perform melee, or else the Amulet of Aegis will dispell any spell casted. Vallyn does not even know of this!); Played By: (Whoever wants a premade character XD)
[Disorder] Vallyn gently walked towards an obsidian mound, spying upon the Chosen and the single Immortal. The black and green tendrilled aura, a beautiful silohette(Sp?) fit for only the Darkness. Vallyn turned to Tai, whispering a cold order "Ready?" He demanded, more than just a question.
Ooc: Cya... The flying beast continued to swirl around its prey, preparing for its deadly strike. Moments passed. The demonic carrion finally entered the ring, beak wide open, the jaw tearing up the ground as it went in for the kill. Beast demons were the shadow carrions favourite meal. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
The deadly carrion, bigger than two great oaks, continued to fire bolts of darkness, the aura around them sucking everything towards it. The friction caused an electromagnet to activate, releasing a terrifying screech that was set to a painfully high frequency. The bird swirled about, its abnormally long, serpentine tail helped made a ring to trap the beast demon.
Upon its diving descent, the shadow carrion began to shoot out bolts of darkness, the wings, spread wide and gliding the behemoth, released varieties of windblades, which cut through buildings and trees, and a few people, too.
The malevolent shadow carrion hung about the air, circling Rexejon and his Spirit. The carrion, bored and hungry, swooped down, aiming for the Spirt to satiate its hunger.
The drow, in no mood for games, doubled his shadowstepping distance. He was practically dancing about the area, dodging every obstacle with perfect grace. He threw the dirk from a distance, still catching up to the quick human. Human enchanting was never as superb as the drow.
