The Keyblade War: Rewind and press Play

Name: Drake Walker
Age: 35
Weapon: A keyblade known as Twilight's Edge but mostly uses a broadsword he carries around. Just like his former mentor Rax his keyblade has a huge blade
Gender: Male
Relations: His son Seth, His wife Shira and the other members of the Knight's Council
Ranking: General
Side: Th Realm of Light
Appearance:
Bio: A friendly and fun person. When it comes to work he will act lazy about it but still manages to preform excellent in his missions. His strength is well know and is nicknamed the Twilight Blader. He cares for the lives of his allies and knows when to be serious or not. Drake has a son named Seth and a wife name Shira who he left behind so he could fight. He loves his family very dearly and would give up his own life so they can live happily. Drake visits his son and wife any time he can

Name: Raz
Age: 60 but has now managed to get his body back to the age of 25
Weapon: Has his own keyblade but rarely uses it and prefers to use his claws. HIs keyblade is a huge blade known as Apocalypse
Gender: Male
Relations: Drake and Shira (former subordinates)
Ranking: Former General
Side: None
Appearance:
Bio: Raz was a high ranking general who was known as a very kind and friendly person who treated his subordinates like his own family. After a certain incident he turned to the side of darkness and became crazed. He decided to go on a killing spree by starting off with his subordinates. He managed to kill almost all his subordinates but was not able to kill Drake and Shira. He was soon defeated by Drake and Shira and imprisoned. He was imprisoned for many years but was soon released during the chaos in the city of light

 

I updated Torxber's profile a little bit.

 

OOC: Okay Im going to start, with a sort of prologue.
The Castle of the Knights~ The White Kingdom
A wonderful warm breeze sped through the gardens as the morning day was changing it's blue coat for one with a warm golden sheen of a sunset. It was now midday in the gardens. Phisoxa and the keysmith Norman were making wood crafts under supervision of their co worker Keith, who knew more of carpentry then they did. They seemed to be having a contest of who can make a better wooden duck. Phisoxa was almost finish carving the head of wooden duck when she noticed something out of place. It was Diablo, back from his mission way to early.. . .

 

Diablo kept walking, his head hanging low blocking out anyone who tried to speak to him, making his way the castle rapidly. Keith took his attention away from the duck making contest and watched Diablo approach the castle,"somethings wrong," he turned to Norman and Phisoxa, "stay here.." already noticing curious Phisoxa had disappeared. Diablo pushed open the castle doors, guards trying to stop him, as one grabbed him ,Diablo had punched him, and opened the doors to the library.

 

In a deserted cave Mixt stood catching his breath. There was very little light but light scratches could be seen allover the face of the cave. There was a glint of light as Unholy Avenger disappeared from his hand "So much for legendary power of the keyblade. The thing can barely scratch this rock..." Mixt sat down against the wall, his training was allways brutal but at least he would get to see destruction at the end of it. Now, the damage looked like a child was given a blunted dagger.

 

Naminas and Nathaniel were playing a game of chess when Diablo had entered.
Naminas knocked down the king's piece with his queen's piece, commencing a checkmate, therefore ending the game.
Nathaniel turned around in his chair and looked at his brother with a loud sigh.
Nathaniel:" What could you possible want, my meddlesome brother of mine?"

 

Diablo looked up at Nathaniel with anger and sadness in his eyes, "What did you do brother!? Athiol is dead!!!" he yelled, Keith watched from the second floor of the library, confused.

 

Naminas dropped his goblet and stood up facing Diablo with a shocked look on his face.
Naminas:" Dead....?"
Nathaniel:" What do you mean, what have I done? All did was send you two on a mission and look what you did, you left him to die. You pathetic whelp. "
He said standing up as well.

 

"Don't call me a whelp, Athiol sacrificed his life for mine he was one of my friends!!! He was one of your best knights....if you really wanted me dead why didn't you just kill me yourself instead of having others try to do it for you Nathaniel..." Diablo clenched his fist tightly, and looked at Nathaniel.

 

Nathaniel:" What in the hell are you talking about ?! Its probably another one of your damn schemes to try and act all innocent and perfect like you always do. Always wanting me to get the wrong end of everything you idiot, but it didn't work this time !!"
He said pulling out both his keyblades and charging at him.

Naminas:" Nathaniel hold on !!! Wait....!!"

 

((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.

 

Mixt continued to think. Each keyblade form had different abilities, so if his was weak in strength it had to be strong somewhere else. Knowing his luck this keyblade was strong with magic. The fates did seem to like toying with him. Mixt summoned Unholy Avenger once more and stared at it. It was gray like ash and the key teeth looked like bones, along the side of the shaft was a thin red line like a single drop of red paint had dripped down it. It looked demonic in nature and obviously dealt with death. But so far it was all guesswork, nothing showed up in his training with it.

 

Diablo tried to dodge his brother only clashing one of his keyblades but was too late as the other of Nathaniel's keyblades came running through Diablo, Diablo fell over backwards on his back, and put one of his hands on the keyblade, he pulled it out and threw it to the side, then tried to get back up, making it hard with the pain that tried to stop him.

 

OOC: I just did that ok :o check out the post at the top :ol<3
Nathaniel:" You dare to oppose your own superior like this, of all people, I knew from the beginning you would do such a horrid thing."
He said slashing at him, covering Diablo with blood with each strike, knocking him down on his back as Nathaniel reached the front entrance. Nathaniel kicked Diablo hard enough in the ribs to send Diablo crashing through the front entrance and rolling down the stairs outside and onto the main road in front castle, Nathaniel was about to give one final strike till Norman,Phisoxa, and a few others came rushing over yelling for him to stop as Naminas pulled Nathaniel back trying to keep him from charging at Diablo again.

Naminas:" Sir, I think this is quite enough."
Nathaniel hung his head, his bangs falling onto his face, and then stood up straight and brushed them back.
Nathaniel:" You are right, I wonder what has gotten into me, I guess I must have over done it. Anyways.... Guards !! Escort the boy out of the White Kingdom, I wish him banished from this place."
He said walking back up the bloodied white stairs, Naminas walking after him.

 

Diablo looked at the crowd that surrounded him, and looked over at Phisoxa, "Please give this to Athiol's father for me Phisoxa.." he said handing her a letter with blood marks. Diablo quietly got up from the blood puddle that was around him and let the guards take him away, never looking back.

 

Phisoxa could do nothing but stand there and watch Diablo being dragged away. She did not understand, how can something so calm and quiet be shattered and the ugly surface underneath shown .
It seemed as if that event had happened only days ago, but actually it had happened months ago. The first day that such events of that unfortunate kind started to become more of a daily thing, but of course that is what war brought with it every time it was declared. Disagreement, unhappiness, and everything of that matter.

Her eyes opened, revealing the hot and dusty landscape of the desert world of Sunset Horizons, the beaming sun and ghostly howling winds beated against the white cloth of the White Army's military camp tents.

" Another dream."

 

A young girl with long blue hair came into Phisoxa's tent, "Are you alright miss!!? I heard you screaming!?!? She said worried but notcing it must of been in her sleep.

 

Phisoxa:" Oh it is nothing, just a bad dream, nothing to worry about. This desert environment tends to mess with your mind you know, being stuck here with so many new recruits who do nothing but play in the sand like little kids. There hasn't been a single battle since I got deported to this camp, I wonder what the dark army could possibly be up to, they must be playing in the sand too."
She said rubbing her head and standing up, heading for the entrance of the tent.
Phisoxa:" Well Im going to go look for something to do in the desert, maybe go site seeing. You can come along child if you wish."
She said wandering away from camp and towards the rock formations in the distance, but for some reason her senses were telling her that it wasn't a good place to intrude, but Phisoxa ignored it.

 

uh okay," she said walking along with her. "It's no fun here anyways." she sighed as she followed Phisoxa.

 

Mixt closed his eyes. He was a caged bird of sorts. Free to roam but unable to really go anywhere. But the past few weeks he's been getting this growing feeling, like the cage was being weakened. It was as if all he needed to one swift blow against destiny and a greater purpose would be revealed. Opening his eyes he looked down at his keyblade and chuckled. It seems the rumors were true a keyblade could unlock anything. Even ones path in life.