Quite right. I don't like short posts. And really, I never have (which was a point that a few people that were my betters respected me for right...
Yeah. I see what you mean, actually. It's a different experience from my point of view, since most of my RPing is usually done with people are...
Threatening? No. Not all. I know I sounded like I was complaining. I'll admit though that I do get frustrated here at those times when I decide to...
Not complaining here. I know full well that you can't summon people back on. Just saying, I need to wait before I can do anything. And I tend to...
I don't need a reason to leave. I need to hold off and flatten things out with Blizzard. Their character wasn't exactly set up to just poof out of...
I would be inclined to join you, were it not that my cahracter was tied up. I've an issue that needs to be resolved with Blizzard. And I'm...
((OOC: Machine Gun Posting (n.) - The continuous posting between two members of an RP; otherwise, the posting of a single member every other post, leaving little to no room for action by others. The former just gets annoying when two people just post back and forth for five pages. The latter is pretty much cheap. Either way, it gets to be a discourteous act for two people to continuously post for X number of pages)).
((Ummm... does the term machine gun posting mean anything? lol))
Faster than Zei had expected, the young messenger had returned to him after only a minute or so. And to the monk’s glee, he had found a steed perfect for a journey. It was large, perfect to frighten off the low peons amongst his foes. Yet at the same time, it had the fit, slim visage of a horse that could book it if the intensity of battle become too much for the warrior. “Ah!” Zei exclaimed as the messenger and the steed grew near enough for his sight to discern through the night surrounding them. “You did a better job than I thought you would! Here…” he rummaged around in the pockets of his robes, pulling out a handful of munny, which he slipped into the messenger’s hands. “Don’t spend it all at once now.” The messenger had again been taken aback by the actions of the monk. He was odd, almost a mystic, a seer, possibly. And he was also showing himself to be generous, even in a time of war. Zei noticed this, and tacked a word of comfort upon him before departing. “Fret not over my actions boy. All is, as it seems. I am such an oddball. But at the same time, I am in fact, such a well-meaning man, Now run along and send word to the generals. Zei Je shall join in the combat.” He didn’t stick around to see if his words had taken their proper effect upon the boy. Rearing for a clash of blades, he mounted the horse, galloping off towards the rock formations the batting was rumored to have started at. As he rode through the small camp, the chaotic sounds of battle filled his ears from all around. Screaming of fearful rookies of war echoed powerfully from every corner. Tents exploded in gloriously terrifying flames, imbued by some dark force of energy. And as he neared the outer edge of the camp, a man enshrouded with an uncanny aura had manifested a troupe of heartless. Knowing this to be a bad boding sign, Zei bid that his steed increase its pace. By the time he had reached a close enough conversation distance, he heard the man’s orders to a young girl just as he vanished. With intent only to intercept, he flung himself off the horse, planting himself upon a hand and both legs as points of contact. With his free hand facing the girl, he released a loose woven concentration of energy. It was transparent, invisible in the night’s darkness. And the effect on the girl would be like being pushed over by a person twice her strength. Not to be left in a mouse chase, he burst forward, all points of contact levitating from the ground. Kill not the one following the orders. For they shall lead you to the one giving the orders.
Sitting in the cooling shade of a thick canvas tent sat a younger man, no older than twenty. Compared to many of the others in the encampment, he would have seemed almost crazy to be in a war. He looked nothing like the popular vision of a soldier; he bore no armor, no insignia of rank, nor had he any other military installments. He had no troops to call his own. Rather, he bore nothing but a thick, almost insane amount of black and white robes bearing an oriental throw back. His insignia was a split circular visage upon his back, bearing a spiraling formation of black and white, merging at the very center. Wrapped around his face at the present moment to further block off the sun, was a series of shawls, seemingly siphoned from the rest of his get up. He was no true soldier by title; he was a volunteer, as he had put himself. He’d be gone, most likely, by the time the army’s work in the desert had culminated into a viable conclusion. Yet the most obscure thing about him, when matched against the rumbling action around him, was that he was meditating. Whilst his apparent comrades bustled, play fought, and even argued over tactics to be used along the road, he simply passed off any notion of social endeavor. His mind had presumably shifted out from the actual flow of things happening around him. The army could suddenly move out from the camp, and he’s likely not notice anything in the slightest. But it fazed him very little. He preferred the solitude of thought at this moment. He had never actually intended to become as involved with the light army as he had been. But it had gone awry when his mission had taken so much longer than even his authorities had anticipated. A snake will always find a place to hide, he recalled, as he unlocked the memories pushed aside for the sake of acting his part. He had been doing this for too long. His focus on his true mission had begun to wane steadily away, just as the light of day upon the desert landscape. Suddenly, the man was pulled from his meditative state by the likes of a messenger, whose voice was worried, yet held trace portions of excitement. “Sir!” he shouted, as the man looked up upon him, his eyes gazing through the gap in his shawls. “What is it?” he asked the messenger, while attempting to feel comforting, and urgent at once. “Well sir. Our most recent scout report has informed us that a branch of the dark army is headed this way. They’ve already engaged one of our leaders.” The man in shawls nodded lightly as he rose gracefully to his feet. “Then I shall be amongst those who join the battle. Bring me a steed. No doubt one such beast shall carry me on swifter feet than my own.” The messenger, partially confounded by the odd speech of the soldier, gave an awkward bow, and rushed off from the tent to fetch a horse. Zei Je, of the Tao Sect Monks. Fathers, my mission has not gone discarded from memory. It will all happen soon enough. That, I promise.
And the battle right now is happening as somewhat of an interception? Or are they in fact at the encampment?
Must have missed the part about leaving.... It seemd, form more recent posts that they were just preparing to move out.
Ah, so the first bit was just a dream.... And the part in the camp happens how much longer?
((Would it be impolite for me to suggest that everyone state in their posts what world they happen to be starting on. There are so many that there is really no room fo blind assumptions)). Zei Je, Land of Dragons - Three days had passed by in Zei Je’s count since he had departed from his village to scale the mountain. And now, the fruits of his labors had come to sprout from the seeds he had sown from that day. It was record time, for one. He had never made it as far is this before in such a short time frame. Feeling superior for the moment, he marked that thought as a point of interest to bring up once he had made his return. But even more satisfying than the time he had taken to reach his destination was the destination itself. For what seemed to have been an eternity, he stood there upon the massive precipice, back turned from the view below, gazing in awe upon that which stood facing him. Carved beautifully, and perfectly into the rocks forming the side of the mountain, three hundred feet high, or more, the Temple of the Ancients loomed over him as a god. “So few people know of this place’s existence,” Je said to himself. “And so many fewer have actually seen it. And at that, but a handful of that number had been summoned by The Ring of Seven.” Prematurely, though seemingly customary, given the righteousness with which he did so, he fell to one knee, bowing before the behemoth temple. “To stand before the grounds on which the mighty sorcerer Tao received his enlightenment from the heavens is an unfathomable honor. I am nobody to this place, and to the elders of The Ring of Seven.” Bringing himself shakily to his feet, he pressed o forward through the veiled archway, beyond which stood the innards of the temple. They were, he imagined, a vast, mazelike construct, twisting and turning around to throw off those who sought its magic (which in itself would be apt to put up a fight). Passing through the archway, he traversed a cavernous series of corridors, lit only by red-orange flames sitting atop torches. Through the winding, almost endless feel of the corridors, he now stood alone, in a circular looking chamber, constructed from aging stone, cut into precise blocks, which still seemed to be holding strong. “Oh! The feats of old kingdom engineering! This place remains powerful, even after the decaying of days around it!” The room was large, or at least, larger than one in such a place may have been expected, encompassing a distance that might have been seen of a large corporate staff room. Soon though, an air of discomfort came upon him. The room, he noted upon entry, was pitch dark. The Elders seemed to have vanished from their seats, the Ring of Seven nowhere to be seen. “Elders!” he called out to the shadows. [b[“It is I, Zei Je. You’ve summoned me, and I am here before you, or so I would like to believe! Come now, where be the lot of you?”[/b] They couldn’t have left. They wouldn’t summon a person and play them for a fool. And they outstrip me by leaps and bounds. No trespassers would have stood a chance against The Ring of Seven. They would, under all circumstance, annihilate any who came seeking violence. Convinced that there was a trial at hand, he summoned Severed Balance into his grip, preparing for a clash of one sort or another.
Name: Zei Je (Zeye Jee) Age: 20 Powers/ Abilities: The basal power of his people reflects itself on a breed of magic differing, even if at times slightly, from the standard magics. While the notion of a reflect spell does indeed exist, it does so in a context unfamiliar with the traditional forms. The notion of the Tao Arts have stemmed mostly from the soul, the core of the existence of a being, as the primary center of life within any person who happens to have one. Shields, fires, intense wells of kinetic force akin to gravity, and cosmic fluctuations of air could surly be cast if such techniques are desired. Primarily, Tao Arts are used to utilize magic as a pure, unaltered form (Chi), and as a psionic basis, honing said energy with a mental desire to achieve an effect upon the target object or person. Yet with age, comes vast experience. Even with such potential at his beck and call, Zei is rendered as a weakling, compared to the elders of his sect. ((I figured I'd just face it. Everyone is gonna have magic, or a power of some sort. And they'd be best to explain them)). Side: Aggressive Pacifist Appearance: Zei Je stands at an average height of 5'10, having an average weight of around 165/170 lbs, making him of a generally healthy weight for his height and age. His physique, while one of normality, and one that is quite common among humans, is, nonetheless, impressive, having a well cut, well toned muscle structure, which would put him out from the crowds of those who are not akin to him. He is apparently, in terms of his body's anatomy, perfectly proportioned, albeit the normal minor defects that tend to not matter in the long run. His feet are a bit larger than average, when his height and size are given consideration, though only slightly over the norm, and presenting little troubles for him in battle. He is of broad shoulders, which merge well in with a practically stone chiseled chest, and abdomen, and run down into a sturdy backside, arms that could, with ease, do a one-hand push-up, and a slim neck. Still, his form is best to be described as being lithe, rather than jacked. His head, as many will first take note of, is completely bald, with no sign of any hair having ever been removed, and thus, seems as though he has been as such for his entire life. Adding to this bald effect is the amount of tan that has taken up root upon the top of his head, and upon his face. Such a feature gives the dome of his head a rather unique shine when gazed at by those who are unfamiliar with it. It could even be assumed that he takes to shining his hair in his washing minutes in order to achieve such an effect. His face is healthy in complexion, and in shape, having the idealized ovular-like roundness, and smoothness of skin. His eyes are a delicate, yet willful brown-green mix, lacking in luster, as compared to his head, and his cheeks slightly puffy, which is the most standout feature in this area of his body. His ears are slightly pointed, giving him what some might call an Elven look, though he is human. Keyblade: Severed Balance – It is a Keyblade off from most others, in that it manifests both the current state of his heart, along with his desired state. Though ironically, in order to achieve his ultimate Keyblade, and his desired state, he must shed such desires from his train of thought. And it’s not so much of a sword as it is a pole arm. Roughly the height of the user, the weapon is made simply from a long shaft as the handle, with a double-edged blade described as looking like a flower’s petal, or a leaf resting at the top. Sitting at the top the handle shaft, just below the blade are two gemstones (actually two halves of a single stone). Together, the two would form into a three dimensional representation of the Yin & Yang symbol. One gem is of a white plain, containing a black spot, and the other, of a black plain housing a white spot. Yet the form of what should be a single gem is broken into two, with less than a centimeter of space holding the two halves apart. Awkward, considering it is a Keyblade based weapon, it lacks any actual teeth, which are characteristic of such weapons. But arguably, it’s not the appearance of a weapon that determines its caste. It performs the same sorts of functions that any normal Keyblade would be inclined to perform. It could lock the heart of a world, if need be, or even unlock people in certain ways, so long as the subject is willing to participate. Biography: The Land of Dragons has, for the greater part of the Universe’s history, been a Mecca for many obscurities. From the dragons that formed its namesake, to the often-isolated mannerisms of the world itself, it has inspired legends. But few legends can mach the great warriors, strategists, sorcerers, and thinkers that have found themselves forever etched into the history of this world. And so, these great men have earned themselves a following long after their days had expired. As holy sects, and full-blown religions, the teachings, and knowledge of many a person lives on through the persistent generations. From such a sect of spiritual belief did Zei Je spawn up amongst the millions of others living within the land. Settled within the shadow of a mountain, locked off from most of the other societies of his time, he grew into the Tao Sect. They were merely one amongst many of the like, but they were strong in flout, and powerful in their ability to form their own society within the one that previously existed. Within its system, Zei Je aspired into a fledging monk, as well as a rising Tao Sorcerer. Like the other sorcerers that dwelled amongst the Tao Sect, Zei’s quest was one for the state of Perpetual Balance. It was believed by the sect that balancing the darkness and light within a person would unlock the grandest power of within a person. Being so wrapped into the notions of the Yin & Yang, the Tao Sect had only one viable course of action to take when war threatened to break out: Maintain the Balance of the worlds. They would act as the force that did so, sending out an emissary to pull off the task. For this, they have chosen to send the young Zei Je, one who has been in strong energies of late, making him in need of an event to help him experience life’s most powerful forces, as well as achieve personalized Perpetual Balance. Summoned by The Fathers, as the heads of his Sect are known, Zei arrived at the temple of his people, secluded deeper into the mountain to receive orders. 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If you can get onto the site (not the guild, the other one), I'd like know if they've given me a ban, or something). Yeah, I'm paranoid. If you...
Yeah, I figure you'll be getting this before you get the one on the guild, but I need you to do a favor for me on the 'other other' site that...
Well, humans are set apart from most other organisms because of our ability to think in more complex ways. We've developed to a point at which we can look beyond our primal instincts, and question what right and wrong are. Most other living creatures tend to lack such capabilities, though it's hard to actually know what animals think of.
Ha. This year's gonna be the shiz, Iyke thought to himself in a bemused bliss at the fruits of his prank. Already, he could feel the freedom that would soon envelope him as he made his way ever closer to getting into college. That would be the life, he had often assumed; just living someplace far away from home, and nagging parent. He could do more or less what he pleased, and there would be very few people around to get on his back about it all. It would just be friends, and pursuing what interests he had in mind. And this would only be the beginning of a long time of layed back times. But first, he'd have to work his way through the next nine months of high school, which would be his last. And the first giant step on that blesed path, rested behind the door to room 354. Advanced Mathematics, with Mr. Nunes. He did not savor anything, nor make the cliched, slow approach to the doorknob as the old schooling movies would have done. Rather, he barrelled his way through, skimming passed several rows of desks until he reached the very back line. Mr. Nunes was not yet in the room. But that boded well. It gave him time, especially since there were only a few other people in the room as it was. He only really noticed one of them, though only because of her association with a rather enlarged mouth in the school. She was a lanky one, though rather nice looking in her own respect, apparently having a fetish for orange and yellow, or maybe just bright colors in general. And her flowing brown hair seemed to be alright even. He recalled that her name was Olette. He was pretty sure of it. Hayner ws far too talkative for his own good. But it was rather shocking to see her in the class. She was only Junior, in a senior class. Not that he cared much though. He had no real connection with her. He shrugged off these thoughts, and dug back into his bookbag, producing from it a circular wooden construct, having a pad of thick rubber on one face, and a clothlike material on the other. Upon the rubber padding, the word "VIC FIRTH" was imprinted upon the edge, underneath which read "slimpad". Returning to his bag, he now removed rom its inards a pair of witetapped marching drumsticks. He smiled, not a mischeivous grin, but a joyful one, and as though moving of their own accord, his hands, holding the sticks in the traditional grip began to tap out every groove that they could draw up.
Twilight Town high isn't confused. No one is there, and there's no need to restart it. Everything seems to be shaking out fine now. The only issue is that some people made a few small timing errors with things. But they're easily rectified. And also, we really should force transfer some people to Twilight Town. There's practically no one there at this point, other than Iyke, and a few canon characters.
