I AM NOT ACCEPTING ANY MORE CHARACTERS.

((Ok, before I begin, I must thank Nortac of another forum I was a member of for the idea. And I've finally sat here on my lazy *** to write up an RP that I hope won't die too quickly.))

Our story starts thirteen years ago, in a time of war. Kingdoms all across the land in disputes over trivial things, cities burned to the ground for no reason at all, villages caught in the middle razed and destroyed. It was a horrible time, a time when no man could trust another. A time when even the slightest notion of rivalry could lead to your demise. Death was welcomed by many, for they wanted to end their horrible lives. The war touched every bit of the world, and there was no safe haven.

However, because of war, these kingdoms didn't see the real threat. The ominous dark forces lurking in the shadows. A force so powerful that it could destroy every last bit of human life. But it waited; waited for the right time to strike. Waited for the war to consume everything possible. And then that day came...

The force rose up and sent its dark armies to destroy all of life. The kingdoms offered hardly any resistance at all, for the bitter tidings of war still loomed over the land. Castles were reduced to rubble, people were killed, women and children raped, cities and towns looted. The world seemed at an end. Everything was wrong. Nothing seemed to be able to stop the threat. That is, until one day, when four rogue magicians banded together to combat the evil force. The magicians fought strong, and for several days on end. The dark minions numbers dwindled, and eventually, were wiped out. The magicians destroyed the force which had caused all this chaos, and banished him into his own abysmal mind to suffer his own torment for eternity. Everything was good again; everything was right. The kingdoms were restored to their rightful glory, the war was over, and the land was peaceful again.

It has been thirteen years since, and the kingdoms are once again on the verge of war, but the lesson of before still stays with them. Every last kingdom hesitant to start the attacks, they do nothing but loathe each other. The dark force was destroyed, but that didn't mean another couldn't appear. And that is exactly what has happened. Another force, less powerful than the last but growing stronger every minute, has emerged. The kingdoms, forgetting their hate for each other, band together to form a resistance. War wages again, and this time, it's against evil!

((Alright, so in this RP you play a magician either on the evil side, or on the good side. I will require a simple character sheet to be filled out, including an RP sample, and choose to accept or not. Don’t be offended if I refuse you, it’s just that I want semi-literate people. Which means, decent grammar and spelling. Here is the character sheet I will have you use:

Name:

Elemental Power:

Attacks/Skills:

Alignment:

Physical Description:

History:

RP Sample:

((I will explain each in detail.

Name: Pretty self-explanatory, but please make it original!

Elemental Power: The element that your magician masters in. You can only choose one, and they directly relate to your magical attacks. Elements available are Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Light, and Dark.

Attacks/Skills: You may have 10 attacks or skills, and they include your magical attacks, such as a fireball for example, or your innate abilities as a mage, such as being able to withstand magic damage. Try to make these original please, and write out a description to each.

Alignment: Good, Neutral or Evil. You can be evil and still be on the good side, but you just do evil things. And vice versa. Just please act like the alignment you pick.

Physical Description: This includes facial features, hair, clothes, body, etc. Basically how everyone will see you.

History: A history of your character dating from childhood to present day.

RP Sample: A sample of your writing abilities. I’m mainly going to be using this to check grammar and spelling, but make it creative at least, and relate to your character directly.

I look forward to starting this RP with others! ^_^ I myself think this is a great idea.))

Name: Ferino Dashal

Elemental Power: Air/Wind

Attacks:
Air Shield: Condenses the air in front of Ferino making a sort of shield.
Wind Blast: A rush of wind that can lift a persons feet from under them or blow small objects around.
Tornado: Conjures a mini tornado that can deflect most projectiles and kick up dirt.
Wind Blade: Condensing particles of air together, Ferino can make a horizontal blade and send it at his foes.
Wind Telekinesis: Named after the fact that by using it he can lift small objects and make them look as if they're floating by an ethereal force.
Cyclone: A very powerful attack that conjures wind around Ferino in a 20 foot radius. Winds become so strong that they can lift an average weight human and keep them airborn for minutes at a time. Very taxing on the mind though, and only used at dire times.
One-Handed Weapons: Ferino has trained use in swords and clubs allowing him to use them easily.
Power Swing: Allows Ferino to swing a weapon with extreme might.
Parry: Ferino has advanced training in the use of blades and can parry/block many weapon attacks.
Prodigy: Having been a smart child from birth, Ferino has a very advanced mind and therefore can withstand more use of his magic at a time.

Alignment: Neutral

Physical description: Not your typical scrawny mage, Ferino towers at 6'5" and has a decent build. His auburn hair, which hangs down to his earlobes, and hazel eyes complement each other perfectly and his face is not too far from handsome. His clothes usually consist of a black robe with the red insignia of a dragon embroidered on the chest. At his side is a silver sheath containing a simple shortsword. Under the robe he always wears a light leather chestplate for protection.

History: Always having been a smart child, he started into magic when he was only 8 years old which has given him some practice in it. Apart from that his father was a well-known warrior and had trained him in the use of weapons ranging from swords to axes and clubs. His mother disapproved of his use of magic and once tried to take his books away from him, and that's when he left his parents, at the age of 15. Since that day, he has never heard of his parents existence and wants to know what had happened too them. He still searches today.

RP Sample: Ferino stood on a small outcropping of rock above a cliff. Behind him, a few small rocks rose into the air and then flew past him and off the cliff. He had been thinking for the past hour about everything that had happened in his life. It seemed so unfair that he had to suffer where everybody else was happy. A single tear ran down his cheek and off his chin. Before it could hit the ground, the wind picked up and flung it off the cliff as well, blowing Ferino's hair around. "Why?" is all he could mutter to himself.

Name: Eneric Do'Shan (Do'Shan is the name given to the river that runs near his home kingdom, making it a little ironic that his power should be that of fire. He was named after Eneric Montague, a very cowardly man, and he is on a quest to turn his name from a curse into something to be proud of.)

Elemental Power: Fire

Attacks/Skills:
Ignite: A mere touch from Eneric's hand is hot enough to light most easily flammable objects(paper, wood, and the like.) on fire, or superheat metals.

Flamethrower: Eneric claps his hands together(fma style because i feel like it) creating a small ball of fire that can be thrown.

Heat Projection: By concentrating intensely, Eneric can heat items from a distance, but it takes FAR more effort than actually walking up and touching the item.

Macropyre: Eneric touches a spot of ground, leaving a small fire burning there. The fire will stay burning at that EXACT spot until Eneric leaves a 15-foot radius of the flame. Currently, he can only place two at a time, and make them flare up into large blazes for about a second without them going out.

Overheat: As Eneric fights and gets angrier and angrier, he gradually grows hotter and hotter(usually without him even noticing), slowly increasing the power of his spells and making the air around him equally as hot. But this extreme heat takes its toll in the form of physical exhaustion. The hotter he gets, the more tired he is afterwards. And if the heat ever gets past a certain point, he will immediately pass out and his magic will be unreachable for a time.

Iron Will: Eneric will never give up in a fight, even when faced with certain death. He will always pick himself up and press on, no matter what.

Barbaric Strength: Eneric wields his axe with wild abandon and no training whatsoever. As a result of this, his accuracy is virtually zip, although in the rare event that he actually hits his target, the effects are quite devastating.

Magepyre: Similar to Macropyre, but more physically taxing. Eneric drags an object(usually his axe) along the ground, leaving a glowing red line behind it. A few seconds later, the red line turns into a wall of flame that Eneric can sustain by concentrating on it.

Alignment: Neutral. He doesn't really give a crap about who he has to kill or what he has to do to redeem his name.

Physical Description: A large man standing about 5'11", but he has never really cared much for such petty things as height. He has unruly brown hair that covers his ears, and a collection of scars of varying sizes all over his sturdy, but not overly muscular body. His face would be quite handsome if it wasn't for the handful of purplish scars and his usual look of general distaste that pervades his features in such a way that he always looks a little bit like a feral beast, ever ready for the next battle.

History: Eneric grew up with his mother, for his father had left soon after naming him. "Your father said that every time you hear your name, to think of him. He said the name would give you the strength to carry on when the future seems bleak. Personally, I think that's a load of... Anyway, don't you ever forget that, my son." His mother used to tell him every time one of the kids in town was mean to him, and it was now the only memory of his mother's smiling face that had endured over the years since he left his home on his quest. People had picked on Eneric since the time he was old enough to understand that people were picking on him. Now, holding your emotions on the inside is never good for anyone, ESPECIALLY not Eneric. But every time someone made fun of him for any reason, he pretended not to notice, and walked away cursing the children inside his head. Although this worked for a few years(until he was 16), his emotions only kept building in intensity until finally a group of about three boys pushed him over the limit. "Hey look! It's Eneric Montague's ghost!!!" Something clicked inside Eneric's head, and he stopped walking. He slowly turned to face the boys, and gave the one in the middle a fierce look. Without a word, Eneric poured all his pent-up rage and hatred into this one look. Then something strange started happening.. The boy's clothes started smoking as if they were on fire without him noticing anything until they actually WERE on fire. Eneric, quite understandably shocked, cut off the stare and turned around and ran home as fast as he possibly could. His mother wasn't home, so he gathered up his most important belongings, scribbled a note to his mother explaining what had happened, and ran out of the house. He left his home and ran as fast as he could toward the neighboring kingdom, hoping to find a place to stay for the night. He did, in fact, find a place to stay(in the form of a small run-down inn), but he couldn't afford it. He slept outside for the first time that night, but he grew used to it in a few weeks. He moved from town to town stealing what he needed to survive, and training himself to control this flame that he could create. But one day he came across a group of traveling mercenaries, and viewed it as the perfect chance to prove himself. He immediatly tried to become a part of their little group, but was refused for being too young. He quickly erased all their doubts by showing off his fire powers, and so began to realize his dream. He stayed with them for a few years, then set off on his own. He was never a coward, but soon.. soon other people would know that as well.

RP Sample: Eneric sat alone at a secluded table near the rightmost wall of the pub. His presence was unsettling to most people, but he took this as a sign that he was making progress toward his ultimate goal in life. He slammed his fist down on the tabletop and roared out for a pint of mead. The barkeeper made a strange noise that sounded like a mouse getting stepped on and quickly ran out from behind the counter to give this man his drink. Eneric grunted in appreciation and shoved some coins across the table toward the barkeeper, then turned to his drink and downed it before the barkeeper had even walked away. He set the mug down on the table and thrust it at the barkeeper before quickly getting up, grabbing his freshly blood-covered axe, and walking out the door.
As soon as he set foot on the cobblestone street((i'm assuming this is set back a few years)), a voice called out from his left. "You! You're the one that killed my brother!" Eneric turned to face the speaker, a man of about 16 years of age, who Eneric recognized from the time earlier that day when he had killed the leader of a band of shadow worshippers. Eneric's gaze grew much more intense as he focused upon the boy's blade(rather crudely made using a few strips of cloth wrapped around a sharpened piece of metal). "Take this as a warning, boy.." The blade in the boy's hand turned red hot as Eneric used magic to heat it. He turned around and walked away, ignoring the yelps of pain from the boy behind him. He let out a sigh and left the town to wander again as he always did. In search of the next "great adventure", the next chance to prove himself.

((MORE than enough there. :p You're definitely accepted!))

Name: Madhav Plith (pronounced, May-dev (P)lith (as in, 'monolith'))

Elemental Power: Dark

Attacks/Skills:
Night Eyes: Madhev is able to clearly see in the dark, unless there is a higher power controlling it.
Cloak of Shades: Madhev is able to manipulate the light around him, simulating a shadow. He can use it to hide easily, depending on the light and the time of day.
Shadow Control: Madhev can also project and change shadows of other things, and change their shape, make them move, etc. However, doing this causes no physical harm to anything.
Master of Darkness: If given a high enough concentration of darkness in one area, Madhev can collect it and change it into a physical form. This allows him to do many things, such as form claws or spikes on his arm and use them to slash at an enemy. Doing this places him under strain due to the need for constant concentration on keeping the darkness physical.
Nightmare: Madhev may change the light around him to be pitch black for a limited time, and he may use this darkness to take advantage of his other abilities. The darkness of the Nightmare is so intense that, if projected onto another being, he may create an illusion within the darkness that will penetrate its mind with fear, causing it to lose most of (or all) its thought abilities, and extreme paranoia. This also places him under extreme stress, however.
Fiend of the Night: At night, Madhev's abilities are highly strengthened. His sudden jolt in power also triggers a change in his personality, causing him to be angered and irritated easily, possibly even enraged over small things. The angrier he gets, the more he is able to concentrate on his powers, though as soon as the light of the sun is introduced he loses all power he has gained and goes back to normal. He cannot always easily recall his actions when he is in this state. He may be phsysically harmed by channeling so much power at once.
Dark Vice Grip: If there is something immersed in darkness, Madhev may harness the darkness around it and cause pressure around the object. The bigger it is, the more concentration and power it takes, if he is strong enough he may crush or strangle it.

Madhev's abilities are all very taxing to him mentally, and he must use them sparingly. If he strains himself too much, his body slowly starts to shut down, and he may pass out for a time. He has very limited skills with swords and knives, because he usually makes his own twisted weapons out of darkness to fit the situation.

Alignment: Neutral-evil. Madhev does not see the difference between right and wrong, he simply sees everything as a purpose. However when he is under the influences of Fiend of the Night, he cares less about those around him and more about himself and his goals, and may even try to harm those he wouldn't normally if they bother him much.

Physical Description: Madhev Plith is a tall, muscular man with dark skin. His eye color is black, and does not show any light in them at all, one man referred to them as black holes. He wears a long, dark grey coat (almost black, but not quite), and under that a black button-up shirt. He wears simple black pants with simple leather black shoes, and has a simple black belt on his pants. He has no hair. He has strange, sometimes wild mood swings depending on the level of darkness around him.

History: Madhev Plith was raised in a good home, in a wealthy family. His father was an important man, and had a secret life in a thieves' guild, and after cheating on a deal, his family was killed when he was a young boy. Madhev's father taught him about the manipulation of darkness when he was young, so he was able to hide himself and avoid being killed himself. His father was drugged and was not able to fight, and his mother's abilities were no match for the assassins. The thieves' guild was disbanded days later and all the members spread out all over the world, sworn to secrecy for fear of being found out and sentenced to execution. Madhav has sworn to hunt them out and torture every one of them, then deliver a painful death.

RP Sample: His mother called him in to dinner, but Madhav was more interested in playing with a cat he found outside near his favorite tree, staring at the moon. He stroked the cat's head, wondering what it would be like to be an animal. The silence was suddenly broken by the terrified screams of his mother. Madhav ran to the back entrance of his home and peered through the window. He saw a man dressed in all black slice his mother's head off, and another man next to him stabbing his father multiple times in the back. He was very scared, and turned to run, but couldn't. Fear had weighed him down to the point where it was impossible to move. All he could do was hide. His mind screamed at him, he begged himself to hide, to become invisible to everything around him. He did not want to die.

Suddenly he felt himself tugging at a power, a source of energy that was not much of a stranger to him: the darkness. Madhav enveloped himself in darkness, flattening himself as much as possible against the wall. He concentrated on bringing as much darkness to his body as possible, and soon any shred of light around him was consumed by the shadows. Not a single thing in the world could have seen him, and his life was spared that night. He fell asleep and was terrorized by nightmares.

Early in the morning, he awoke and inspected his home. After the first clear sight of the brutal murder of his parents, Madhav vomited, and began to cry, but his sadness quickly led to anger, and he became so angry that it had driven him temporarily insane. He used every fiber of his being to control the darkness around him and destroy everything around him, leaving nothing but splintered wood and his parents' blood splashed all around the area. Realizing what he had just done after snapping out of this state of insane anger, he ran away from his home to the nearby forest and collapsed from exhaustion. His life of vengeance has begun.

((Accepted. I may be starting this soon if no one else joins, we'll just have to see. And I'm assuming your character is now an adult, Kyoudai?))

((Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, heh..yeah he's an adult, in his late twenties.))

Name: Black Face (I’ll explain it in the history)

Elemental Power: Light

Attacks/Skills:

Destruction ray – A beam of white light is shot from the palm of the warrior, eliminating everything in its path.
Sinister Ape – The fighter beats on the ground, resulting in tubes of energy fired from the earth.
Godly Hands – Gives the user energy incased fists which can be used in either hand to hand combat or punched at a long distance opponent.
Burning Cut – while one hand produces a steady stream of light the other slices through it, sending several waves of light against the enemy.
Fierce Dragon – covers the user in an allusion of a dragon which then can explode and temporarily blink opponent.
The Holy Touch – With both hands over an enemy’s heart an intense flash of light moves through the skin, stopping the heart from beating to paralyze the opponent for a few seconds. (Note that his attack can not kill anyone, simply stun.)
Light Parade – Tens of balls of energy are shot from the users palms with very poor accuracy either hitting the opponent or bursting into a small explosion. (Like a common day firecracker without color)
Live to Dance - A severe background of dance makes this man very nimble and agile on his feet.
Kicks to The Wits - Has the knowledge of several forms of fighting styles revolved around kicking.
Frog Legs - Can jump abnormally high.

Alignment: Evil

Physical Description: Standing as short as an average man, Black’s appearance makes up for any thought of him being normal. With a very slender upper body the only part of muscular proportion is his legs which, for any reason besides bathing, are hidden beneath his clothes. A long pale face added with grayish white hair, reaching slightly less then half way down his back and is tied together with a thin red ribbon like a bow. In short Black tends to attract attention wherever he goes. The bow itself is as obnoxious as a giant self-absorbed fighter for it stretches a tad over two feet and has a flexible wire inside which makes it stand in mid-air and bounce as Black moves. His bright blue eyes jump from his face, showing how sickly gray the man’s skin is compared to anything. Unlike his disgusting body, Black Face dresses as if some sort of prince. With a white robe that is cut at his hips and shimmers with some sort of exotic fabric while an eye popping blue trim covers all sides of the shirt, it is truly nothing but beautiful. Oversized sleeves drape down to his knuckles while the front is open until it reaches his stomach, giving onlookers a glimpse at his bony chest. On the back is a large outline of a circle while a line horizontally runs through it with extra inches moving from outside of the circle, all done in the same blue fabric as the trim. His pants are done in the same white fabric and blue trim but running down each leg are three long yellow ribbons that are sewn only several centimeter to his pant legs while the rest is free to sway in the wind. Finally the ensemble is completed by a pair of durable fabric slippers that have a wood underlining which is rapped in padding for comfort.

History: In a small town where you were either a rich family atop of the hill side or a poor nothing littering the village’s entrance a young boy was born. At first his parents called him Frey and he was the son of the Jhurtic heritage, a well-known wealth influenced household. Sadly Frey was a troubled boy and at the age of three disappointed all of his relatives by neither being able to walk nor talk and, as they saw it, they could not have given birth to anything but a gifted child so little Frey was pushed out of life. The strong religious beliefs of the Jhurtic family stopped the thoughts of simply killing the boy and in turn they locked him in an empty room with no windows to slowly fade away. At first poor Frey cried day after day but soon the young baby stopped and simply sat in a dark corner, staring into the black.

For months the forgotten kin feed himself off the rats that had made the room a home before he but, weather it was luck or destiny, an act of godlike proportion was about to occur. While our young infant was doomed to the darkness a great war commenced, engulfing all in a bloody fight for survival. Finally the day arose when the hillside families were struck for all their worth and, only having poor peasants to hold the entrance, elimination was ineludible. Finally as a single soldier made his way to the last room of the Jhurtic mansion he was blinded in the darkness to everything besides the silhouette of a motionless child. As the warrior moved closer a small voice sang out from the shadows.

“My…Fa…Face. What…What colours. What color face… my?” Thrown off by the poor speech and what seemed like a blank question the soldier dropped his weapon and moved closer to the child. Still unable to make out any features he knelt down to the ground and crawled his way to the person. Once he made his way to poor little Frey his eyes were still adjusting but the smell of rotten carcasses and tiny bones running along the ground filled his senses with terror.

“Your face, I’m sorry but I cannot see your face. It’s black.” The soldier said with a shaking voice, afraid to think of what sort of monster he was peering at.

“My face…. Black Face.” Suddenly Frey jumped from his corner and with a piercing bite, ripping out the man’s throat, killed the soldier and ate as if it wore a feast. With the final screams locked into his mind Frey slowly devoured the front of the human and using the back as a blanket and a cloak to hide under when soldiers searched the room. Frey could feel something unnatural was arising in the town but after a month the commotion stopped, the attackers fled and the young boy learned a life lesson; eat or be eaten.

Years went by as Frey claimed his former village as his own. He rebuilt nothing, simply moved from house to house gathering food, sometimes flesh, and slept in holes or beneath floors to stay completely hidden. As the boy made his way down the slope of the hill food was becoming scares, leaving a growing boy hungry for more. Several times Frey had collapsed in exhaustion but luckily a second wind was about to blow. One day a traveling priest came to the broken town to bless the victims of the terrible war. Stumbling down the road was young Frey and without a single thought the priest took the boy in.

“What is your name my boy?” the old priest said with a kind smile and a gentle touch to Frey’s forehead. The man was in no way wealthy but lived in a small village that had rebuilt itself after their attack and, for it was located in a deserted dessert, was very far from any sort of continuation of violence. Out of reach for most kings and rebels to care about the town was safely placed away from danger.

“Name…. my? My face… Black Face.” The priest could tell the boy had nothing but a faint understanding of speech so began to teach him everything an old man could. The priest’s name was Father Morgan and for living in such a small community he was a great magician in the light arts. He was a family man having a beautiful wife, two cheerful daughters, a handsome son and now a new born Black Face. Of course the now seven year old was far from a babe but his mentality, speech, everything had to be taught but now with a pleasant atmosphere and a caring family Frey, or now called Black Face, can feel the love he missed so long before.

Father Morgan taught language and light magic while the son gave the knowledge of martial arts, where Black seemed to take a strong grasp with kicks and movement. The two daughters at first were timid around their new brother but soon, after they noticed his interest in dance, began to show him steps and soon his agility was surpassing most in the village. Several years went by with training and teaching as Black Face made his way to a real life.

Now, at the ripe age of nineteen, Black Face is a traveling magician earning gold any which way he chooses but the man is not as normal as he plays to be. Traumatized by his past a strange mental thought process seems to guide his actions in a vial in gruesome way. Holy on the outside but cursed at the heart he walks without fear but also without remorse.

(Alright I know I don't have an rp sample but at the same time I sorta got carried away with the history and I have an idea of the rp sample but I warn you it wouldn't be overly short so if you really need that rp sample I'll type it out, just tell me yes or no.)

((Oh, not at all. The History was enough to let me see that you know what you're doing. Alright, I'll edit this post and get the story running later, but now I'm a bit busy. Anyone still interested in joining should PM me from here on out.

I repeat, FROM HERE ON OUT PM ME IF YOU WANT TO JOIN OR I'LL REFUSE YOU!

Shouldn't have to be that big, but some people these days...))

((Accepted via PM.))

Name: Lloyd Bright.

Age: 16 ((Just thought I should add it.))

Elemental Power: Air/Wind.

Attacks/Skills:

Razor Blade-Lloyd uses the power of wind to create a layer of air around his swords, thus granting him extra attack power.

Air Gust-Lloyd shoots a gust of air from his hands allowing him to both damage and knock an enemy from their feet.

Sonic Bullet-Fires a high speed air projectile at the enemy. This attack has the advantage of having very little strain on the mind but the damage dealt is small.

Sonic Speed-This handy spell allows Lloyd to essentially power up his allies, or himself, by granting a speed boost for some time. The time the boost is effective for is proportional to the time Lloyd prepares the spell. The more time is used on preparing the spell the more strain is put on the mind. ((When I use this spell I'll simply shout out the time it's effective for...I won't exaggerate...let's say max. time is 30 seconds.))

Alignment: Neutral.

Physical Description: 1m80 and quite well built, Lloyd looks nothing like a magician at first glance. With brown hair and matching brown eyes Lloyd is difficult to remember since he is very normal looking with no particular birthmarks or scars. Lloyd dislikes wearing robes but he also dislikes wearing heavy armor. Therefore Lloyd normally wears common thief garments. Lloyd always carries two swords strapped to his back, hidden underneath his mantle.

History: At first Lloyd lived a happy life with his mother, father and little sister. But one dreadful night a fire broke out in his village and both his parents died. Alone with his sister at the age of 8 they were taken in by they're parents close friends since they had no other family. Lloyd swore to protect his sister at their parent's grave and has been training in the art of swordsmanship ever since. Even though Lloyd was never particularly bad at it, he never managed to grasp the technique quite well. Therefore he reverted to studying the magical arts, more precisely wind, at the age of 13. Lloyd never really proved to be a good magician, mostly because he was never a very smart boy. Even so Lloyd tries hard to become stronger every day. One day, at the age of 15 Lloyd decides that his sister is old enough to protect herself and he sets out of his village to improve himself in the art of the sword, and the art of magic.

RP Sample: Lloyd sat up, high on the branch of a tree thinking about the past happenings. Lately animals were becoming more fierce and seemed to attack anything that moved, people seemed to become restless and soldiers seemed to be preparing for something...A war...Lloyd thought. It was as simple as that, everything that had happened in the last few weeks were indications of changing times. Armies were being rallied and were being sent toward some unknown enemy...at least, Lloyd didn't know who the enemy was and frankly he didn't care, all he could think of was of his sister...If a war was about to begin should he not get back to the village? Should he not protect the place he called home? Stupid...Lloyd realized how stupid he was...he couldn't stop an army, a single man could not stand up against thousands of trained soldiers...Wars are so troublesome...

((Oh, and about the spells Deaths Legion said that I could learn more as the story progressed[up until the max. of 10]))

((Accepted by PM. By The Way when are we going to start))

Name: Hans Honer (human name) Hosh (god name)

Elemental Power: Dark

Attacks/Skills:
Scythe of a Slayer - Hans is extremely well trained in the art of wielding a scythe.
Ungodly Power - For a short time Hans becomes ten times as strong, as fast, and as agile. This consumes much of his power and must rest afterwards.
Natural Killer - Hans will slay any man, woman or child without thought if they stand in the way of his quest
Black Mind - Hans has the ability to tell if people are lying or not.
Deathbringer - Hans swings his scythe in a large arc and hurls it forward, using dark magic to make it spin.
Body of Bones – For about a half hour Hans transforms into a skeleton unable to be damaged physically, however he is still vulnerable to magic.
Shadow Scout – Hans summons the shadows to tell him what is ahead. He can not do this in a well lit room, however.
Graceful As The Shadows – Hans is nimble as the shadows.

Alignment: Not evil, just maniacally insane. He needs the souls to survive.

Physical Description: In human form he is 6’0 with black hair. He wears black robes with dark gray breast-plate over them.

History: The gods of the ancients were worried that this war would spark the fire of the Day of Reckoning too early. So the god of the dead, Hosh, offered to transform into a human and make sure that it stayed peaceful. But, in return he asked for the opportunity to harvest as many souls as liked while he is human.

RP Sample: Hans stood at the corner of the street hoping for a small child or woman to harvest but , all he could find were soldiers. Men tasted like foul eggs. As did animals but if it was all he could come by he would take the opportunity. Just when was on the edge of stalking a farmer, he felt a sharp tug on the hem of his robe. Looking down he saw a small red-haired boy looking up at him.
“Will you get my ball?” he said pointing to the gutter.
Smiling maniacally he reached into the gutter fishing out the small red ball. He dropped it and watched as it rolled into an alleyway.
“Why don’t we both get it?” he said nearly bursting out tears of joy.
The little boy nodded and walked to the alley after the ball, Hans following.
Slowly drawing his scythe with every step.

Sorry! I posted my character without the approvment yet^^!

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((accepted via PM))

Name: Darious D'Gral

Elemental Power: Earth

Attacks/Skills:
QuickSand- Forms circle of quicksand with a diamater of no more than five feet. The quicksand lasts one hour so it can be used as a trap. This skill can only be used on solid ground.
One with the Earth-Darious can burrow himself underground and move through earth as if it was air. Darious can keep this up for ten minutes before it starts becoming heavily taxing on his mind.
Tremorsense-Darious can automatically sense the locations of anything that is incontact with the ground within sisxy feet. Darious can also make auccurate to the size and type of creature.
Spikes of Earth- Darious can call out spikes of earth from the ground under his opponents from up to one hundread feet away. How taxing this is depends on exactly how far away the opponent is, how many spikes there are and how big the spikes are.
Armor of Earth-Darious can take any near by hard natural substance, such as dirt, or metal, and form a thin layer overhimself with the substance. This provides defence based on the type of dirt or alloy he uses.
Seismic Wave- Darious can create an earthquake ripple effect, point of orgin is where Darious stomps his foot on the ground. The effect has a radious of up to five hundread feet but is mentally taxing according to the distance. This wave knocks over just about anything not nailed down.
Sand Coffin-Darious traps his opponet in a "coffin" of sand that slowly creeps up from the ground and completly surrounds the victim. Once the coffin is complete, Darious can make a motion with his hand whis causes the coffin to colapse in on itself, usually causeing death to the person inside. Vs. a normal opponent this ability is easy to acomplish, but vs. a another person with magic capibilities, this move can become very taxing.
Strength of the Earth-Darious uses no other weapons or armor than the earth itself. This gives Darious' unarmed attacks a bonus. While fighting unarmed, as he always does, its like getting hit by an earth golem.
Dirt Doubble-Darious can make an exact copy of himself out of dirt. This doubble cannot attack, it dosent even move, if attacked it crumbles into dust. This can be done with a monents thought. To make this skill effective, Darious combines it with his One with the Earth ability to destract and sneak up on his opponet.
Dust Cloud-Darious can cause all the dirt in an area to fly upto one hundred feet into the air. The size of each grain of dirt and how large the radious determines how taxing this ability is. If combined with a Air/Wind user, they can create a Sand Storm.

Alignment:Neutral

Physical Description:
Darious is a man of 35 years and stands at 6'6" with long blonde hair. His muscles are toned and there not a bit of noticable bodyfat on him. His skin has been tanned by the sun but was once pale. He wears snake skin boots, snake skin pants, a snake skin vest over a cotton tunic, and a hat made of snake skin.

History:
Descended from the barbarian tribes of the old world, Darious is the exact image of his father. Back in the harsh desserts of his homeland, the people there learned to become one with the earth. These people never got any visitors because of the obscure location.
Darious lived a normal life, for a nomadic desert barbarian. Nothing real special happened in this place. The people guarded the earth and it guarded them.

This all changed with the war though. The warring nations needed a battlefield, and the vast desert was a good place and the site for many battles. Darious' people were caught in the middle of the epic war.
Then the darkness came in and wiped most everyone out. Only few of Darious' people managed to escape. They fled to the dunes miles away from their homeland...

RP Sample:
"Darious!" Called a familuar voice from the distance.
"Mortius!" Darious called back to his childhood friend.
They caught up to eachother and started to speak about the day yet to come.
"Ready for the hunting of the sand serpents," Mortius asked.
"As always my friend," peplied Darious, "but, dont forget what happened last time, when you almost got swallowed whole by the giant sand wyrm!"
"Ofcourse not," Mortius said embarrassed , "and I will never forget where I would be right now if it wasent for you."
A few hours later, Darious and Mortius led the hunting party out into the desert. Being so intune with the earth made it easy for them to track the sand serpents. They had their lair among some dunes not far from the city.
The party managed to stumble upon the creatures sleeping, so they prepared an ambush. Now these were large snakes, each weighing over five thousand pounds, so traping them was no easy feat. Even though they are highly aggresive, the party knew that if they woke them with a loud explotion, they would be startled and flee. The band found one serpent that was alone from the rest and started to set up the trap around it.
Suddenly off in the distance, they heard drums and the ground started to shake. The serpents were immedently awakened and started to scatter. Mortius, and a few others, were caught under the one they were traping and smashed instantly.
In the chaos of the thirty or so serpents scrambling the survivors didnt notice. The first thing ayone noticed was the massive armies doing battle where their city once was.
"Wait," said Darious to one of the survivors, "wheres Mortius?"
"I donno sir."
Darious never found out about the fate of his friend, his body was smashed into the ground so well, nobody could tell.
Darious and the rest of the troope, made preperations for the people retreating from their city to the dunes.

((Extremely sorry to have delayed this so long, but school just started up here today, and as this is my Junior year, things have been hectic...

From now on, I am not accepting any more characters. I have more than enough now. In fact, more than I thought I would have originally gotten. Thanks guys, now let's get this thing started! ^_^))

Ferino, still standing atop the cliff, raised his head slowly. He needed to get back to work! He was recruiting today, and his job was to find other magicians willing to take part in the upcoming war. Not wanting to face them directly, one at a time, Ferino had made several copies of the same letter.

Magician,

The army requires your talented abilities. If you would so kindly accept, meet by the southside docks in the city of Broncine at 8PM on Wednesday night. You will be rewarded for your effort and bravery. All will be explained later.

In the name of Good,
Ferino Dashal

He looked it over and thought of how choppy it was, but it was short and to the point. Besides, time was a key factor when in the midst of war. Every second had to be used tactically. Brushing off his side-thoughts, Ferino set to work. He had the ability to sense magic power in the air and its general direction, as all magicians do, but Ferino's was different. Because he had command over the air, he seemed to be able to sense it over a greater distance than most, but the farther away, the fainter the power seemed. But no matter, even if he could recruit a little boy that knew one spell, he would. Every last bit of help they could get would help them in this war.

The first aura he sensed was almost directly in front of him, in a nearby town. Ferino took a leap off of the cliff and used his control over the air to descend him unharmed towards the ground. Once his feet hit the ground, he was off, his feet moving as fast as they could. With an occasional blast of wind at his back to speed his movement, Ferino was there within no time at all. The magic he had sensed was coming from a pub at the entrance gate. Ferino entered, covering his nose and nearly gagging at the smell of acrid smoke, sweat and ale. He looked around in the fog to see who it was he had sensed and saw a short, battle-worn man. His face, which seemed as if it was permanently in a scowl, made him look like a feral beast. Ferino imagined how a man that had seen so many battles could possibly need any magic, but threw the concern aside. He had work to do. He approached quick, dropping the letter on the table while the man wasn't looking, and made his leave even quicker; glad to be out of the horrid smell.

The next he sensed was farther away, but not by much. Over the mountains, but not yet past the deserts. Only a days walk, but Ferino didn't have that much time. He instead used his telekinesis ability to keep himself afloat until he was over the mountains, and then dropped, using the same technique he had used when falling from the cliff. When his feet had touched ground once again, he gasped and fell onto all fours. He had never attempted to keep himself up in the air that long, and it really did hurt as much as he thought it might. He pushed himself up, wincing with pain, and finally found himself on his feet again. His face had returned too its normal state, the wince gone. The place he had sensed the magician was closer than he actually had expected, in a small village only a mile from his location. It was an easy walk, and it gave him enough time to recover from his earlier mistake. Only halfway there he encountered a small boy sitting in a tree. He looked no older than 16, but he had magic. Was this the source of the magic? It was faint, even this close, but it was there. Ferino removed one of the letters from the bag and dropped it to the ground. He then used a gust of wind to blow it around until it found its way too the little boy, and then he continued along.

Whoever the boy had been, he wasn't the source of this power he felt. The power he felt was somehow...godly. It seemed almost impossibly powerful, and the closer he got too it, the more it overwhelmed him. He finally found the source of it near the village. A man dressed in plain black robes, with a gray breastplate. Ferino didn't know if he would be able to approach this man without completely losing control over his ability to think. He was easily 50 yards away and Ferino was on the edge of his mind. He felt as thought he was going slowly insane, yet at the same time, being filled with infinite knowledge! It was an amazing feeling, but also a very nauseating one, and he found himself having to retreat a safer distance away to think clearly. He could levitate himself to a safe distance in the air and drop the letter on the man. That seemed to be the safest course of action, so that's exactly what he did. Ferino made sure the letter had successfully made it too the man before continuing though.

This went on for two days, traveling and giving out these letters. One to a very pale man that dressed as if he was some sort of King. Another letter he had given to a man trying to hide in darkness, almost like using it as a blanket over himself. Ferino had seen through it because of his ability to sense magic, but what exactly had he been hiding from? Probably some soldiers. Or the war...possibly Ferino as well. The last letter he had given to a fairly tall, blonde haired man wearing snakeskin clothes.

It was finally Wednesday, and he would finally meet all of these magicians face to face and tell them their roles. That is, if they accepted the note...

((Sorry if this seems a bit off, but I'm exhausted after today and this was just to update. I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer! >_< Now post away!))

After recieving a strange letter about joining some army, Darious descided to follow it up. Besides, he hadent seen any action sience the war.

Packing very little, spare cloths in a sack, and a pouch of gold, he started his journey tward the city of Broncine. He didnt pack food or water because he could easily find some along the way, even though he was in a desert. Along the way he stumbled upon a sand wyrm, if this was fifteen yrs ago he would have run away, but he has grown stronger sience the war. He dispashed it withoud delay and had a nice sand wrym feast.

Finally about a day and a half later, he came upon the gates of the city. It was Wednesday, about 6pm and he had plenty of time to get to the docks. He knew not what would await him there but he entered without delay. Leaving behind a strange cloud of dust that followed him from his homeland.

Lloyd yawned, he hadn't slept decently in days. He didn't even know why...for some reason he always woke up in the middle of the night...Whatever the reason it annoyed him since it interfered with his training. The less concentrated he was the slower he would improve in both swordsmanship and magic.

Suddenly Lloyd felt a slight breeze, but not a normal one. Finally the wind subsided and a letter fell on his lap. Under normal circumstances he would have thrown it away but he hadn't been himself lately so he opened the envelope and read the letter.

Magician,

The army requires your talented abilities. If you would so kindly accept, meet by the southside docks in the city of Broncine at 8PM on Wednesday night. You will be rewarded for your effort and bravery. All will be explained later.

In the name of Good,
Ferino Dashal

Is this guy...for real?
Whoever this guy was he was a wind user, that much was sure. But what would he gain by giving this letter to someone as inexperienced as himself? Lloyd had only ever fought against a couple of wolves when he was 9, and he had been lucky to survive...Magician, eh? Lloyd laughed, the title of magician really wasn't for him especially since he was so young...

Lloyd was suddenly struck by an idea. If this guy really is a wind mage then he may be able to somehow...mentor me? At first it felt propostorous, why would this Ferino suddenly teach a total stranger? But then again, if he really was gathering mages to fight in the war he wouldn't want them to be too weak, surely he had felt Lloyd's energy, weak as it was.

Oh well, no use hanging around, gotta do something.
It was Monday and Broncine was a day's walk from where he was so Lloyd decided to take a little detour. In the forest Lloyd was in now there were many wild animals, although they were further in as they stayed as far away as possible from the nearby village. Lloyd decided to go into the depths of the forest and find enough meat for lunch and dinner.

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Wednesday had arrived and Lloyd was happy with himself. He had arrived in Broncine and, according to the town's clock it was 7:30. He had decided to sell some skins he had aquired from some animals on his way here. They had paid him well with 20 gold coins. That was the most Lloyd had ever had on him at one time.

Lloyd was already running late though, it was 8:00 and he was still at the north side of town, but since he was not one to hurry he walked slowly towards the docks.

((I assume the currency is gold, if not I'll edit my post later.))

"Magician,

The army requires your talented abilities. If you would so kindly accept, meet by the southside docks in the city of Broncine at 8PM on Wednesday night. You will be rewarded for your effort and bravery. All will be explained later.

In the name of Good,
Ferino Dashal"

Eneric read and reread the letter between intermittent gulps of mead. He read it through twice, the first time he only skimmed through it, the second was much more thorough.

"Heh, a Magician am I? Looks like my abilities are finally being recognized. But who is this... Ferino Dashal?" Feeling as if he had heard the name before, Eneric ran over the name in his head trying to find a face to match it. He finally gave up and reread the rest of the letter.

"Talented abilities... southside docks.. Broncine at 8Pm.. Rewarded for your effort and..." He said the next word out loud: "Bravery." That one sentence had sealed the deal. The reward was relative, all he cared about was the recognition. He stared at the paper for a while, completely ignoring the multitude of empty tankards of mead and the barkeeper shouting for payment. He finally took notice of the barkeeper, and payed him more than enough to cover his bill. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, my friend." A smile replaced Eneric's usual look, and he nearly knocked the barkeeper over with a friendly slap on the back. He laughed and hefted his axe. He grabbed the note and stuffed it in his coin bag, the safest place he could think of for it, and then left town in the direction of Broncine.

"Ferino, thank you.." He mumbled to himself as he walked.

“Leave me, you mindless dog. You pierce my skin with bothersome cries that I wish not to hear.” Black Face stood in the centre of an unimportant town and, until several seconds ago, he had simply been peacefully lying on the sandy road watching the clouds dance in the sky. “Your tongue is but a bladeless whip yet you stand to me as if you are a knight. Move your disgusting flesh from my sight before I become nerved.”

“We’ve been ordered by the lord to remove a cursed priest from the land. You have been triggered by a neighboring town of false identity, impersonation of a religious father and a count of 8 deaths. Do you plead guilty to these accusations?” Seven armed soldiers stood before the greatly dress magician. As the captain read crimes from a scroll with a simple straight sword swaying at his left side the other six stood in attention, holding spears ready for a violent encounter. Black kept his eyes on the curious folks who had surrounded the one sided assault then, after hearing his mischievous deeds, a sly serpent like smile sprung to his face, sending one of the spearmen into a state of fear.

“I believe I can recall my actions of violence and treachery within my own mind you spineless mongrel. Do you plan to force my exit or mildly beat me until I agree to flee?” Raising his hand over his head his voice changed from the once light and sinister tone to a booming thunder storm of rage. “You pray for your lives but your holiness can not save a single soul! The power of light flows through me like a sea into an ocean and soon it shall cut through the heart for your demonic ways!” Breathing heavily Black looked blankly at the soldiers. As he lowered his hands he readied for a brutal attack. “Let your cleansing begin.”

The scroll was dropped to the ground as the lone sword was drawn, delivering the order of advancement. Two spearmen quickly made a rushing charge against their opponent while the other four made a defensive human gate around the swordsman. Black Face stepped out with his left foot coming into a sitting stance and holding his outstretched arm with his right hand prepared for the first strike. A beam of light shot from his palm and, while all the onlookers watched in amazement at the shimmering suit of Black, the two spearmen jumped to the side with ease to avoid the deadly light. Streaking past the defensive stance of the gate the true target of the attack was found. Incinerating the swordsman’s unprotected face the now headless body slummed to the ground.

Shocked by the amazing aim, one of the oncoming soldiers ran back to see their fallen companion. Annoyed by the crumbling affect a single death had on the group two more spearmen ran up to attack while the other protected their dead leader and his tearing friend. The three attackers regrouped then charged at a newly found speed towards their enemy. Suddenly a focused ball of energy appeared before Black and as he pressed his hands to compress the orb an explosion made the soldiers halt and turn, shielding their eyes. As they looked back a massive pale dragon had taken the place of their earlier opponent. As the Dragon’s long neck pulled its head high over all the buildings and its wings loomed over the small town its two grounded feet took over the full sides of the street around the monster.

The Spearmen scrambled back several feet then with amazing accuracy hurled their weapons at the fearsome beast. One struck its left wing tendon while the other two struck its long snake like neck. A scream came from the dragon as it swayed in a wounded fashion. One of the unarmed soldiers ran back to retrieve the last two spears then, giving them to the other weaponless spearmen, they were ready to end this battle. A strike through the chest then a last to its head sent the monster on its final breath. Tumbling to the ground the three soldiers ran back as fast as they could, picking up the dead leader and pulling the saddened spearmen to safety. As they looked on at the fallen dragon a sense of victory ran through the spirits of the minuscule army.

“The man had no idea we were expert dragon slayers.” Stated one of the soldiers as a confident smile flew to his face. Reaching down to the beheaded captain he pulled his sword from the motionless body and began to walk to the fallen fiend. “Come on, I want to collect the head of his dragon to replace the head it took from us.” Running like a child on his way to play, the soldier raced to defeated monster while four other companions followed. The last was knelt next to dead swordsman praying under his breath. As the five warriors made their way to the long stretched neck the sword was held in the air while the others chanted for the first cut. Finally the blade swung down forcefully down onto the dragon scale as in ran through like a hot knife in butter. No blood purred, no head decapitated and, screaming in confusion, they realized what they had truly fought. “It’s an illusion!”

Just as the words left their mouth the dragon began to glow then with a giant flash it vanished into thin air. Blinding the five soldiers they feel to the ground searching for anything to defend themselves but as they rolled like animals across the sand four spears found their place against the skulls of their unarmed owners. Black Face made his way in front of the lone sword wielder who was crouched with his back to a wooden house, swinging his sword like a mad man. Bending down to be face level with his foe Black delicately grasped the blind attacker’s hand and with a slight squeeze let the weapon drop to the ground.

“Silly boy you act like a god when in fact an ant nibbling at your feet throws you off balance. You should have learnt your place before you challenged a man.” The soldier cried for his life but as Black’s left hand began to glow his vision came back to see the crazed look in his enemies eyes. A swift punch broke through the throat of the cowering man and as his body became nothing but a limp animal Black stood and started to walk to his final opponent. The town folks did nothing to stop or help; they simply watched the magician make his path to the last soldier.

“Please, you took the life of my father! Is that not enough? I’m just a young lad with a headless parent, is that not hard enough to punish me?” The boy had made a pool of tears around himself and as his plea sang out Black Face was stopped in his tracks. Looking at his power filled hand he wondered to himself, had the young truly had enough pain. Suddenly a flash of anger arose in Black and, releasing the energy in his hand, he sat beside the young soldier. Placing his hands on the child’s heart he listened to rapid beat.

“No, you need more pain or you’ll die.” Without giving the soldier time to think a small pulse went through his body, knocking him unconscious. Catching the dazed boy, a quick hit to the temple killed the warrior. After standing the crowd continued to watch in amazement while new men, one after another, came to see the incident. As Black dusted off his clothes, straightened his hair bow and tapped his shoes he noticed a letter where he had first started the battle. Moving to grab it a figure scurried off into the distance, as if like the wind. Black Face read the note then, as he regarded the mess of men littering the town, moved towards the exit while his clothes danced in the sunlight.

“War and destruction, is that all humans live for? What a vulgar action, but……” Mumbling to himself he left the tiny village with no interruption. As he made his leave to the new calling bird a single soldier came to the battlegrounds that had just taken place. As he noticed the dropped scroll sprinkled with sand an old man greeted him then gave him the open papers.

“Was this the man that did all this?” The officer asked looking at the criminal record. Glancing over the dead bodies he pulled out a bottle of ink out for a sac and handed it to the villager. Searching for something he looked at the old man waiting for an answer.

“Indeed, are you adding these deaths to his crime also?” The old villager opened the bottle while the soldier found a feather. Dipping it into the ink he scribbled several words down on the bottom of the page. After writing he made a line through one of the past crimes.

“Yes, but also removing one. I’m to understand his name is actually Black Face. What kind of man is name Black Face?” The officer closed the scroll then, after wiping off his feather, took back his bottle of ink. Shaking his head at the death of his fellow soldiers he looked back at the villager to say his goodbyes. The old man cut him short as he stared off into the distance.

“The kind of man that could change everything.”

(Just to state Black Face is at the docks now, I just wanted to end it like that.)

Magician,

The army requires your talented abilities. If you would so kindly accept, meet by the southside docks in the city of Broncine at 8PM on Wednesday night. You will be rewarded for your effort and bravery. All will be explained later.

In the name of Good,
Ferino Dashal

"In the name of good" he said after feasting on the child ,"HA!"

But this man impressed him. He was a magic user that was all he knew. He might be a knight by the wat the letter was written. Knights were interesting. Might he be the one? Were the legends true? Could he possinly the Knight of Posador? He didn't distinctly beleive in the in the legends but whatever story or legend that might help him on his quest he would look them up. Venturing his way to the docks he was lost in thought.

Soon arriving he found a man with an axe, a odd man perhaps royalty, and a boy. Eyeing the boy for a possible meal. However the knight who had delivered the letter was nowhere to be seen.

"You are all 'magicians'?"

Madhav opened up his letter suspiciously. How had the man even seen him? His attention quickly shifted towards the letter. He read it:

Magician,

The army requires your talented abilities. If you would so kindly accept, meet by the southside docks in the city of Broncine at 8PM on Wednesday night. You will be rewarded for your effort and bravery. All will be explained later.

In the name of Good,
Ferino Dashal

"In the name of...Good," Madhav chuckled to himself. Good? Who cares? He certainly didn't. But the word that did catch his eye was "reward." Good, evil, nice, mean, none of it mattered to him. All he ever wanted to was to find and kill the assassins that murdered his family. At the back of his mind he knew what a small chance he had of finding all of them, but he had become so obsessed with it that he couldn't see past the thought of reddening the soil with their blood.

"I shouldn't bother...but I do need something interesting to happen around here. I haven't killed any scum in more than a week. I guess all the rats around here have already had their skulls bashed in." Madhav took one last look at the time and place written down on the letter, and ripped it to tiny pieces. He then tossed it into the wind.

"Well," he sighed and paused some, staring at a bird that was on a distant tree. "I guess I'm goin' to Broncine."

He traveled as quickly as possible, because it would be 8 soon. If he was going to spend his hunting time attending this meeting, he wanted to make sure he'd be there for every minute.
Meeting. Meeting for what? He thought about the letter while he traveled through the shade of the trees. Then another word hit him, one that he had skimmed over when the word "reward" was read. "Army."
Army. That meant a lot of fighting, and a lot of death.
"Oh, yes...something interesting is definitely going to happen," he said to himself as he arrived at the docks. The magicians were already speaking.

"Damn. Late."

((sorry I was so much later than everyone else, I had to do a bunch of school shopping, heh))

After spending an hour or so waiting, Darious noticed some others had already gathered at the meeting area. Not wanting to look foolish by being late, he used his powers to sink into the ground and move through it tword the gathering spot. Even though he was entirely underground he could clearly hear them as they were standing on the ground. He then slowly made his way up from the ground behind the group and appeared to have been standing there the whole time.

((No offense Danallagan, but can you make your posts a slight bit longer? I know it meets the RP rules, but your posts seem a bit rushed to me.))

Ferino, seeing that most of the magicians had arrived already, including some of the unique ones he had seen, started to speak.

"So, you have decided to join the side of good. Whether it be for the fame, or for the reward...or even just for the sake of good itself. It makes no difference, you here now, and you have accepted the test by showing up." Ferino noticed a couple of quizzical looks from the crowd of 25 or so magicians. He quickly responded, "Yes, that's right, a test. We can't just let anyone into the army, we have to make sure they're qualified to do it."

He looked around the crowd, most of them looking back at him intently, and continued. "The enemy forces have been tipped off that a very important piece of technology is being developed here. It is a false tip, of course, but they will be attacking. The test will be to survive, and to help as many civilians out of this battle as possible. I will be standing by to help you if you need it, but you're on your own for the most part. Now get going!"

Just as Ferino had ended his speech, a scream was heard from the general direction of the main gate. A few people in the crowd looked nervously towards the sound, but most of them just stared at Ferino like he was crazy. He just stared back with a sort of puzzled look. "Well, aren't you going to help anyone?" he asked calmly. They looked at him even more incredulously. Some people had already left to combat their foes, but the majority of them just stood there. After a sizable amount of time, they finally left to their duty, some of them still in shock it looked like.

Ferino stood on one of the town walls so that he could survey the town and the magicians at work.

As soon as he heard the first scream, Darious used his abilities to sink into the ground. He rushed to the source, fater than he had moved before. He heard an invader attacking someone and used his quicksand ability to create some below the attacker. The attacker looked confused as he started to sink and a large hand grabbed him and pulled him under. The last thing out of his mouth was his own scream.

Next Darious came up out of the ground and looked for more invaders. He noticed some attacking morepeople and rushed to help. Right as the invaders were about to slice into the fleash of some old man, spikes rose up from the ground, impaling them and lifting them ten feet off the ground.

Suddenly Darious was struck by an arrow, now if he wasent wearing his armor of earth, the strike would have been deadly, the arrow bounced off leaving only a minor scratch. Before he could react to the attacker, he noticed he was surrounded by ten invaders. Keeping his calm, he waited for the first ones to attack, as they moved up, Darious stompped the ground causeing a siesmic wave which knocked them over. As they tried to get up they noticed the dirt of the ground was creeping up over them, very slowly, but they couldnt move. Soon they were consumed by the dirt, in kind of coffins, and Darious waved his hand, causeing them implode, killing the invaders.

Darious looked around, someone had already taken out the archer that shot him, he noticed other magicians battling here and there. He watched in amazement as they used their unique abilities. Suddenly, one of the attackers came up behind Darious, but Darious knew he was comimg because of his tremorsense ability. The attacker was supprised to find the ground below him give way as he started to slowly sink into quicksand. Darious didnt even look back at the screaming man.

All this over some object, he thought to himself, a fake object at that.
Darious noticed more invaders coming in at the gate so he used his powers to make a huge condenced cloud of dust at the enternece, in this dust was the dust from his homeland that he left at the gate, making more durable. The attackers couldnt get through but darious needed to concentrate to keep the wall up, so he moved to a save area, keeping the attackers from geting reenforcements, and the others from retreating...


((is that long enough?))

((Yes it is, thank you. But I will have to counteract one of your actions. :P Sorry...

Oh, and I forgot to say what exactly was attacking the town. They're bandits that have sided with the dark force. Forgot to mention that, my bad...))

Ferino had been at the wall for only ten minutes when the bandits started charging at him. A small blast of wind was all he needed, and it knocked two or three of them down at a time, falling to their deaths. Archers tried to shoot him, but he had condensed air all around him, so the arrows seemed to slow immediately, and then fall to the ground before Ferino. He was perfectly fine where he was, and he could keep it up for hours if needed, but just then he saw a cloud of dust rise at the main gate to the town. Ferino lifted himself off of the wall, threw one last blast at the bandits, and made his way toward the main gate.

Once there, he saw an Earth user had made the wall, and was trying his hardest to maintain it. The forces outside the city were denied entrance from this passage...Ferino didn't want that. He used a few blasts of wind to clear the dust away from the area, and then landed where it had been. The Earth mage, his focus now broken, was looking at Ferino. Before the mage could get a word in, or even make a face, Ferino told him, "It's survival of the fittest, not protect the weak! You're supposed to look out for yourself, not others! What do you think war is? Do you think you can stop every casualty of war? No! Now stop wasting your time with cheap tricks and start killing! The less of them there are, the less casualties there will be."

Again, before the mage could speak, Ferino had lifted himself into the air and left.

Madhev smiled as he looked at the moon. It was dark out, the best time for him. Watching the other magicians fight got him worked up, and he felt the all-too-familiar power surge from the darkness. He charged forth as fast as he could, jumped up a ledge and leaped as far as he could. He quickly gathered darkness around his hand to create an ungodly lance out of his arm, and plunged it through the chest of a bandit. He then forced the lance to sharpen on the side, and sliced through the bandit's body. He laughed maniacally as the bandit fell to the ground in two pieces.

He turned to his left after hearing a woman's scream. Two bandits had her by the arms and they threw her against a wall. Madhev smiled and dashed to them, and sank himself into the shadows a few feet in front of them. Shocked, the two men stood still, not knowing what to do. Madhev ascended from the shadows behind them, and grabbed their heads, one in each hand, and began to gather pitch black darkness around his hands and their heads. The two men screamed in fear as he forced images into their minds, images that would make the most battle-hardened man cower in fear. The men were paralyzed with fear, and after a few seconds they fainted. Madhev then formed a blade on both hands and stabbed them both through their necks. The woman was terrified and screamed.

Madhev stood up slowly, trembling with excitement. He hadn't been this excited in a while, not since he took out a gang of thugs who lit a fire near his homemade shack in the forest. His eyes turned completely black, and his body began to absorb the darkness around him. He was beyond control, consumed by his sudden lust for violence. He needed to kill more, to feel his hands slicing through an enemy's body, to hear the bones crack...he needed blood to soothe himself.

He screamed and ran towards the biggest group of bandits he could find. Before he got to them, half of them were suddenly impaled by a strange earthen spike.

"NO!!! THEY ARE MINE!!" he yelled. He formed large, grotesque blades out of his elbows, and turned both hands into twisted blades that resembled battle-axes. He plunged himself into the group of bandits, thrashing both arms wildly, splashing blood all over himself and the area around him. The pained screams of the bandits only increased his excitement, and he slashed at anything at moved. Arms, legs and heads all landed on the ground with sickening thuds, and the splashing of blood was like music to his ears.

When he had finished off the group, he looked with great pride at the carnage around him. "Pigs at slaughter, I BUTCHERED THEM!" he screamed, and laughed maniacally.

All of a sudden he was overtaken by a wave of exhaustion, but he needed more. He wasn't satisfied just yet. He heard a sound behind him and turned, and barely ducked under a sword. It grazed his hair. He sliced the attacker's arm off at the elbow and returned his hand to normal, then caught the arm and stabbed the man through the chest with his own sword and hand.

After letting out a weak laugh at his victory, Madhev limped to an alleyway near him and slumped against the wall. It felt as though his mind was peeling back behind him, and his eyes returned to normal. His arms and hands bled where he had made blades, and his whole body ached. He tried to get up, but fell back down. After hearing a few more screams from the attacking bandits, Madhev began to faint. He hadn't done anything like that in a long time, and the sudden use of so much power had shocked his body.

"Son of a....."
He was out cold.

After his wall was so easily shattered, Darious dropped the idea and made a pit of spikes below gate with his quick sand and spikes of earth powers. All this fighting was taking a toll on Darious, and the few minutes he managed to keep the wall up really drained him. He hadnt had a real battle sience the war and now his mind was "out of shape." Still he had to do what he could.

Breathing hard he made his way over to some more bandits and drew their attention from some civilians by holding out gold in his hand. This lewered them right into his trap, more quicksand. Darious staggered away and didnt notice the other magician that too, got stuck in his quick sand and was sinking to his death.

Darious was weak and needed to survive this onslaught. He hid in a corner between a coupple of buildings and caused the dirt to rais up around him. To the untrained eye, it just looked like a mound of dirt. Darious waited out the rest of the battle there, regaining his energies.
Even though he could still hear the screams of the others.

Staggering on the edge of consciousness, he was safe, for now....

((Sry i'm late, didn't notice that you guys had posted anything x_x))


Eneric had been fighting since the first scream, and had been flailing his axe around uselessly, hitting nothing but air and the occaisional building. In the case of the latter, he cursed and unwittingly built up his power. He also accumulated a few minor wounds from varying sources.

Finally, after much pain and frustration, Eneric's axe finally found a nice and fleshy body to sink into. "One!" Eneric said with a snarl and a feral grin as his mighty axe felled his opponent. He clasped his hands together, drew back his right hand, and threw a large ball of fire into a crowd of attackers, tossing some of them aside to move no more. "Six!!" Eneric yelled, letting his rage build even further. He removed his axe from the first corpse he had made, and swung it in an arc around his body, catching a foolish assailant in the side and cleaving him cleanly in two.

"SEVENTEEN!!" Eneric roared, not knowing or caring how many people he had felled. All that mattered was fighting and winning. With his axe beginning to grow hot in his hand, he let out a fierce roar and recklessly charged a group of bandits and swung a mighty downward swing that sadly missed its mark and came to rest back at Eneric's feet. The bandits regrouped themselves after this freinzied attack, and ran toward him.

Eneric only smiled as flame burst from the ground underneath them. The missed slash was intentional, he used it to mark the ground for small, but still quite deadly, Macropyre. Without bothering to think about how many deaths that made, he threw himself at the nearest enemy and engaged him.

Eneric was beginning to enjoy this thing called "War". The biggest battle he had been in to date was a schoolyard brawl compared to this siege, and this was just the tip of the iceberg. "The real fun hasn't even started yet". Eneric thought to himself as he took a sword blow to the arm, and turned to decapitate his attacker. As he fought more and more, he began to notice his enemies sweating as soon as he drew near, and took this as a sign that they were recognising him as a strong opponent. This only served to push him further into the overheating process.

He began to feel dizzy and was forced to use his axe to support his weight. He let out a steady stream of curses and made his way to a back alley where he could recover.

((Sorry about the late post guys but you'll havve to get used to it...our times are WAY different =P.))

Before Lloyd had time to reach the docks he heard a scream and he turned around to see some people rushing into the town, slashing around with swords, daggers and all kinds of weapons.

Crap, bandits...why now? Lloyd knew what bandits were capable of and he also knew that wounding them wouldn't be enough. Before he had any time to react he heard a bunch of screams coming from behind, he turned around to see a small group of people, followed by a larger group taking their weapons out while rushing toward the main gate. Lloyd was pushed to the ground, they weren' the town guards, that much was sure...Could these be the other mages? Indeed Lloyd could feel that some were very poweful while others...well they didn't quite compare.

The battle had only just begun but it was obvious that the bandits, although larger in number were being pushed back, at first. Corpses of both bandits, and mages could be seen everywhere and they're blood had really painted the town red. This...is war... Lloyd had never killed a man before, but there's a first time for everything.

Since Lloyd was behind most of the fighters he was safe, but he wasn't one that liked to be treated as weak. Lloyd took his mantle off and took his twin swords out of their sheaths while running towards the main gate where, previously an earth user had tried to stop the entrance of bandits. Indeed he had done a good job but stopping them wouldn't be enough.

All the civilians had run away and gotten themselves to safety so anything that moved had to be cut down. The first few bandits that approached Lloyd were laughing, obviously mocking him. Lloyd tried to keep his cool but couldn't stop himself, the first bandit that approached simply lifted his sword up and let it descend over Lloyd's head. Or he would have done if Lloyd hadn't cut his arm off with one clean swipe. The other bandits were obviously surprised and were taken aback. Lloyd took this opportunity to cut down one and then another.Blood was all over his twin sowrds...This is war...

The bandits now didn't take Lloyd lightly, they attacked them with all they had but it was obvious that they were untrained and that they were just swinging randomly. They're attacks were easy to dodge and a counterattack was always possible. A bandit, however suddenly approached him from behind and attacked at the same time as the bandit infront of Lloyd.

If it hadnt been for that fact that Lloyd had 2 swords with which to defend himself he would have been seriously injured, or worst. Even so Lloyd was vulnerable to any attack, unless he could get himself free. A bandit suddenly came up to his side and attacked him with his dagger. It hit him on his left shoulder, suddenly Lloyd felt pain like he had never felt before, he could see blood ozing through his wound.

Obviously the bandits were playing with him, causing as much pain to him as possible before the final slash. Even so Lloyd concentrated and shouted "Air Gust!", a gust of air suddenly shot out of his right hand and hit the bandit infront of him. It wouldn't of been deadly if it wasn't for the fact that the bandit was thrown off his feet and was impaled in a spear. Lloyd stepped back from the 2 remaining bandits and shouted "Razor Blade!" Air started gathering around his right sword until it almost seemed to solidify.

Lloyd put his left sword away and lifted his left hand, with much strain, and shouted "Sonic Bullet!" The bandits were taken by surprise. Well they were surprised when they had seen a gust of air knocking they're comrade to his doom but now they knew they were dealing with another mage. The air projectiles hit the bandits on their skull, stunning them for a mere second, but that was more than enough time for Lloyd. He rushed forward and slashed horizontally with his sword getting rid of the bandits in one blow.

Lloyd stepped back and took a breather, many mages had been defeated, some were still fighting while others were resting. But there was someone missing...a wind mage. Where the hell is that guy? That Ferino!? There's more bandits coming and less mages fighting by the minute but that guy isn't here!

Lloyd could still feel blood oozing out of his wound but that didn't matter. Lloyd ran forward and continued fighting with the remaining mages. "THIS IS WAR!"

A magician, who Black Face fingered as Ferino for his leader like actions in the situation, spoke to the large group that had found their way to the docks. At first his speech seemed hardly important but as the statement of a test signaled a cry from the town, brave and daring wizards began to disband to eradicate the disturbance. Slowly time pasted while Black simply watched the thieves raiding the village but action seemed as useless as a fire on water; highly ineffective for the flame. Regarding his slim pale hands then the violence brutally produced by the opposing forces a final thought clouded Black’s mind.

“Is a death simply a sacrifice for a life?” As the words lightly danced in his head he picked himself from the ground and made his way through the battle. One foot after another new faces introduced themselves then just as quickly found their leave with a cold steel blade. An old woman, a frightened boy, a young sister, a broken father; they all fell without the knowledge of why. Bandits, blinded by destruction, all took their swing at life and brought blood, could death cure their minds?

Saddened by this petty fighting Black Face did nothing to stop it. He watched in disgust as grown men assumed their survival was clearest cover in red ooze. Listening to the howls and growls of the battlefield Black’s stomach began to turn so, with a jump that looked as if this man had been weightless, he grabbed the edge of a building, pulling himself up to the triangular roof. Pressing his back to the tile and using his long sleeves as a pillow Black Face began to gaze at the stars in the night sky. Soon, after he had finished drawing animals by connecting the burning lights with his thumb, the sounds of murder and death boomed as loud if not louder then before.

“Brainless. They can’t see it, but soon. Just wait my love….”

Name:demay night

Elemental Power:air

Attacks/Skills:air strike: lets her throw anyweapon around
power blow: she can use anything and makes the waves into a sharp air attack
air blast: the air surronding wraps around demay and then becomes a dragon attack
airtake: makes the air poisoness to all foes
wind take: however much damage demay gets the other person gets back
wind spirits: little spirits that protect her
wind tunnel: it can be twisted turned to become a path so it looks like she's walking on air
spirit attack: wind spirits that attack at high speed
withstand: demay can stand anypain

Alignment:neutral

Physical Description: she is around 6feet, she had long black hair with some strands of blue which are not highlights. she usually wears a white tank top with a black mini skirt and a black cloak that covers her body. Her eyes are blue and you could say she's pretty. She always carries her sword and flute.

History: Her father was an excellent sword master. He tought her how to use a sword. Her mother tought her how to use magic. They both encouraged her to do her best, then one day when she was about 9 she watched as her father and mother got slaughtered. From there on she promised herself that she would get revenge, but still do good. Now she searches on.

RP Sample: Demay was sat down near a lake and started to wash her face. The water hid her tears. She said" after all this time and still nothing" " Why did they have to go that early??" She quickly got up and wiped the water off her face and started to walked again.

((Sorry for being so late.))

Grinning his head off, Hans jumped forward. Three bandits rushed forward wielding knives, axes swords, and whatever proved a possible weapon. Swinging his scythe forward he severed the hand of the the of the bandit on the right.

Looking at the bandit in the middle he stared straight into his eyes. The bandit's wide eyes told Hans to strike. He swung the scythe at his arm, missing by a thread. He swung around hitting the bandits on the left with the butt of his scythe, knocking him out. The middle bandit had fled. He knelt down to feast on the downed bandits soul when he heard exhausted pant coming from the gate.

As a possible ally in his quest he scanned the area. A bandit sneaking up the side of the main gate. A boy of sixteen. And the possible kinght-mage.

He stuffed body of the fallen bandits behind a cart and briskly strode to the bandit sneaking up on the earth mage. Casually swinging his scythe he struck the wall above the bandit with tremondous force. Large stones toppled over the bandits, leaving him useless.

The south wall shattered and more bandits crawled over the gaping hole. Hans' flesh melted away, and that was left was the cold grey bones of a skeleton.

((I am extremely sorry guys, but there will be no update today. Tommorow I promise, I will edit this post and update, but today I'm just too depressed and exhausted to come up with anything. This weekend the carnival from hell arrived and called me towards it...))

Name:Aqutanama Raziel Elrich

Elemental Power:Water/Mist/Ice

Attacks/Skills:

1. Water Clone (non Passive) - Forms an exact copy of himself out of
moisture. This Clone takes a thought of making it and it will form. As
long at the right amount of moisture is around. The Clone can do whatever
Aqutanama can do but the longer it is out the more taxing it is. This
clone cannnot harm anything physically.

2. Aqua life (Passive) - Aqutanama can Swim Through water as if he were a
Swordfish, breathe in water, Walk on water, and see in water as if it
were clear and not there. While under water he has increased strength
from having to move against water. Aqutanama also can stand intense
pressure.

3. Water Crush (Non Passive) - If anything is drenched with moisture then
Aqutanama can use this skill to surround them in ice, then with the ice
he makes inverted spikes that impale the victim from all angles. looks
like a sphere of ice before it is used.

4. The Alchemy of water (Non Passive) - Its the ability to form water
into forms liquid, solid, and gas of any type. Like changing gas into a
deadly gas and poisoning water. only becomes taxing on the mind if he is
going up against another water magician. Or starts changing them into
different substances

5. Water healing (Passive/Non passive) - Aqutanama can heal using water.
Depending on the size of the wound or wounds this may take more then just
the passive healing and start to Tax the mind.

6. Zero Visibility mist (Non Passive) - as long as there is at least 1
gallon of water Aqutanama may make a sheet of mist 10 ft radius, per
gallon = 10 more feet, the more water the more mist. More mist doesn't
tax the mind just takes longer to use.That is imposable to see through
unless by supernatural means.

7. Summon Weapons (Non Passive) - Concentrates water into a weapon. This
has little tax on the mind. This takes 5 seconds. Can summon any type of
weapon.

8. Mist Form (Non passive) - When using this Aqutanama cannot be hurt and
cannot hurt anyone. This takes lots of mind power. it last up to 30
minutes. If used for 10 minutes or more after the 30 minutes Aqutanama is
rendered unconscious, then untransforms.

9. Weapon mastery (Passive) - From years of training with weapons that he
summoned and has seen he has gotten to master them.

10. Tenacity (passive) - Tenacious training has given Aqutanama's Mind,
body,and soul a increase boost of power. Allowing him to take more of a
beating.

Alignment - Neutral

Physical Description: Aqutanama is a man of 32 years and stands at 6'1.5"
with long Hair as white as Snow that reaches to his lower back. His eyes
are the color of the setting sky. he keeps his hair up in a Samurai hair
style. He wears a face mask. His muscles are toned and there not a bit of
noticeable body fat on him. His skin has been tanned by the sun Because
he doesn't spend all his time swimming under the water. Aqutanama wears a
Black cloth shirt,White head sweatband, White Trench Coat,Black Samurai
GI pants, samurai sandals, Black wristbands, Black ankle bands, an
elongated Fedora, Samurai sword named Tensigumah or Tamashii Kyushu all
Aqutanama's ClothingHistory - Aqutanama Was born in the frozen wastes of
the north. In the cold wastelands of the north visitors little to none.

In the Village of Kiri. His mother Megami was a beauty like no other.
Aqutanama had no brothers or sisters. His father Kizuato was the best
warrior in the village but not the chief.

Kizuato taught me the ways of our people when I was little at
the age of five. He was relentless Through years of intense training. If
it were the books or the Physical training he would not let me have a
break. he just kept it up until I reached the age of twelve he said I had
one day of rest then my trial would begin.

Trial to become a man
I awoke to a kick in the ribs as my father Kizuato was removing
his boot, to release another life threating kick to break another rib or
two. I quickly raised only to get nailed in the face. The kick sent me
flying into the wall and out the other side. As I rose wearing nothing
but a loin cloth the man i once called father came charging at me. His
fist ready to strike me, I evaded his fist barley. Then another kick I
was off balance from dodging his fist and just waking up. The kick was a
sweeper knocking me off of my feet, doing a back flip to regain my
footing. As I landed he was still coming like a mad beast. I took at that
moment all the knowledge that I had learned over the years. Since my ribs
and face hurt like hell, I began the healing which didn't take my hands
to use. That took a fraction of a second, then as he took a step I waited
until his foot landed right were i froze the snow hopefully causing him
to slip.
Kizuato came still he let out a little grunt and a crack of a
smile at my feeble attempt of knocking him off balance. I could feel him
forming some sort of weapon out of the ice and snow surrounding him. I
acted quickly forming my own weapon, a naginata. I was hoping that he was
going to form something small so I could have distance over him. With
luck he formed a gladius. Only too late was I to remember why he formed
the gladius. As he came at me I held the naginata in both hands trying to
defend. He crushed through it like a twig under a falling tree. Gashing
my stomach open. I felt this Surge of energy pulse through my body just
as his weapon left me.
Kizuato said "Leave, and don't return. I could expect this as
a welcome home gift, if I were to return. His next slash came up with not
as much force as the last but still could kill me. Just as the blade was
about to hit me, I turned into mist and fled.
Even to this day the words ring in my head as if it were hollow.
"Leave, and don't return."

((Ok people, more depression today, but I'm hanging in there since I promised you guys an update. This post will probably seem very rushed and not thought out, but it's the best I can do at the moment, and I spent about an hour on it...))

Ferino watched as the bandits massacred the city and many mages were slaughtered. He found that his thoughts were empty. The death of these people weighed nothing on his mind. Only a few were left alive out of the thirty or so that he had recruited; most of them hiding in their own disguises. Ferino looked around at the bandits and realized that they were outnumbered. "Heh, guess I got a little carried away..." he mumbled under his breath. The bandits had stopped attacking him long ago, probably because they knew it was helpless. He looked off the other edge of the town wall on which he stood, to the outside of the town itself. A white haired man stared back up at him, a pile of bodies next to him. Ferino fell back off the wall and floated down to the ground.

“Well Aqutanama, I think I may have messed up. I need you to call off the bandits, or at least get rid of the last of them. Have fun!” Ferino sarcastically remarked as he lifted himself over the town wall once again. He found his way over to a mound of dirt in the middle of an alleyway. He used a blast of wind and a portion of the dirt lifted off of the body under it. “Get up! The bandits are done for.” Ferino said as he walked off to find the man hiding in the darkness. Upon sensing his energy, Ferino spoke loudly enough so that the man could hear him. “They’re gone, so get yer *** outta hiding and help us clean up the rest!” Ferino went through the remaining magicians one by one until each one had been warned of the bandit’s defeat.

Assuming that the magicians would be able to sense his energy from a certain distance, he headed back to the docks. The town was all but destroyed, but that was ok. The civilians were decoys anyways, and the town was unimportant. It may have seemed lively, but it was nothing but a ghost town. Ferino sat down on a crate by the dock entrance and waited.

Standing on the outskirts of town, Aqutanama was watching as the carnage happened to the town. Aqutanama was thinking of how this reminded him of the way. Mindless killing, deception, slaughter, and all other things. Aqutanama turned his gaze to the town. watching as a magician made impaling spikes sending a few bandits into the air.

Another screaming in a bloody rage as he cursed at the earth mage for killing those that he wished to kill. Turning the darkness into some void like weapons, launching himself into the air killing what few bandits were in that area. also seeing in the distance an explosion. Few of the bandits flew here and there. When they landed if hey weren't dead then they were burning and screaming from agony.

Not being able to see thanks to the earth mage. Aqutanama stood there watching the bandits. As they mindlessly ran into the dust cloud. They Screamed in a rage because they could not enter the city. Covering his eyes as the dust came bellowing at him, Aqutanama was amazed at the lack of force needed to bring down this wall.

The bandits continued to run in the town mindless as ever. Then Aqutanama herd screams. When he peered around the corner he saw that there was a spike pit. Still like fools the bandits ran in the pit hoping that if they were to fill it enough so that their comrades could enter the town. After about 15-20 bandits filled the pit it gave-way for the others.

Aqutanama's mind began to wander. coming back to that day when his father kicked him out. those words "Leave, and don't return." Aqutanama's wandering was interrupted as he saw Ferino.

Receiving the word to stop Aqutanama let out a Booming yell, "CEASE!!!!." His voice was like a thousand needles in your heart. It was louder than all the screams and battle. All that was left of the bandits, retreated. Aqutanama meet up with Ferino at the docks. Awaiting his next orders.

Sitting there, Darious could only imagine the chaos in the outside world. He had no idea how much time had passed while he was in hiding.

He heard a loud booming sound, off in the distance. He wasn't shure if it was from the battle or in his imagination. Suddenly the dirt was blown off of him and he saw Ferino standing over him. He told Darious the bandits were gone and to get up. He then watched as Ferino walked off into the darkness.

Darious stumbled out of the alley way, looking around in the moonlight. He could see the carnage of the battle that had taken place. As he looked, he could see the different levels of destructive powers of the magi. He saw too the bodies of magi, civilians, and bandits.

He walked slowly over to the front gate where he had made the spike pit. He noticed it had done its job for the most part but was full of bodies. Well, He thought to himself, It looks like they have found their way to their grave. With that, he waved his hand, causing the pit to closing itself, burring all the bodies underground and fixing the gate to the town.

Through the ground, he felt the familiar power of Ferino down by the docks. He also felt another power he hadn't noticed before, but he dismissed it as a flook. He stumbled down to the docks and demanded to know what was going on.

((O.o I'm confused...Deaths Legion you said that you weren't accepting any more characters but then you accepted Aquatanama...does that mean that you accept the other characters as well? Sorry it's just I was kinda confused...))

Lloyd was getting tired with every slash of his sword and with every spell he cast. He was very close to his limit when a person suddenly approached him and told him to stop and that the bandits were defeated.

Before Lloyd could answer he ran off towards the docks. He could feel that he was a mage just like him but he had never met him before...Lloyd would have kept on fighting if it wasn't for the fact that the other mages that were there were heading towards the docks...Fighting alone would be suicide...So he decided to follow the other mages towards the docks, looking back at the death and misery that the battle had left behind...

Madhev slowly got up from where he had fainted. His whole body ached, and his head felt like it was being crushed by giant hands. He had been awoken by Ferino some time ago, but he had a hard time forcing himself to rise. Using the wall as support, he slowly stumbled towards the docks.

Trembling, he plopped himself down against a wall near Ferino. He could barely remember the fight, but he didn't care. He looked down at his clothes, which were bloodstained, and surveyed his body. His hands and elbows hurt. They had ripped open a bit from changing shape so much, but he just assumed he was cut in the battle.

"Well...looks like we had fun." He said to Ferino.

WOOT! Sonic's Milkshake!...fine not Sonic but...close enough =P.
Lmao Sonic Milkshake, must taste like pineaple milkshake if you dont remove pineaple
Peel

((That was complete spam...you don't quote a post in an RP and post spam about it!

And Judgement, I was going to wait to answer your question, but it seems that no one is posting. I was going to wait for the others, but if they don't post tommorow, I might as well just update. And to answer the question, Aqutanama happens to be Danallagan's brother [if I'm not mistaken] and he IMed me about it asking if he could join. Besides, I needed a second in command. From here on out I will not be accepting ANY characters regardless though, so now it's final.

And to reiterate, I may have to update this tommorow without the others if that's ok with everybody.))

((Sorry I've been busy with school, and got loads of homework. I'll try to post when I can. If I dont just update without me))

((I'm having the same problem as C~Dub, but i'll make every effort to post as soon as i can. Edit: I'm going out of state for a few days, i'll be back sometime on sunday. Dunno what the time change is for everyone, but yeah..))

"What are you doing, Eneric? Why are you hiding? Are you a coward, Eneric?" Eneric held his head in his hands and tried to evict the stubborn voices from his head. Coward.. Coward.. Eneric finally gave up his futile attempt, and threw back his head. "I'M NO COWARD!!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs and dashed back into the streets with his axe held high.

"N.. No.." His axe fell to the ground with a loud crash, and Eneric soon followed it. The bandits were either all dead, or had retreated. He sank to his knees and pummeled the ground in front of him with his fists. His moment of weakness had ruined everything. If nobody had saw him fighting, he would be viewed as a coward. He ran into that alley to save his own life, not caring if his allies died or not. He stopped punching the ground and looked at his own hands. They were covered in blood.

He had fought to prove himself to be a courageous fighter, not to save the village. He hadn't cared about anything but himself and his reputation. He took another look around the decimated village and made a personal vow to never desert his allies again. If his own death could have saved this village, he would rather have died.

He picked up his axe and hefted it over one shoulder. The battle was clearly over, and he decided that he would join this "army", even if he had to force his way in. He closed his eyes and focused his energy into tracking magical signatures(other magicians). He opened his eyes and headed towards the docks, everyone seemed to be gathering there.


(((I noticed in my last post that i contradicted my initial post by running away. Note that one of my "Skills" is called Iron Will, making my character never give up in a battle. even when faced with death. So will it be ok to assume that Eneric did NOT have that skill before this happened, and only gained it after the battle(as i have described in this post)? My apologies for the oversight)))

((I was waiting for Veryk to post, but he seems to not be here. I'll just carry this along and Veryk can catch up when he gets back.

And don't worry Treyz, that's perfectly fine. Magician's learn just like the rest of us. :P

C~Dub, you'll have to catch up as well with Veryk, but don't worry, I'm not going to kick you out of the RP.))

Ferino, noticing the majority of the surviving magicians returning, stood up from his wooden seat. He grunted as he did so, the magic he used during the fight had taken more of a toll on him than he thought. He thought that before continuing with their training, he ought to explain a couple things. A few magicians were looking at Aqutanama a bit oddly, as if they hadn't sensed him before, and others weren't phased by it at all.

"You all fought well, and you are the sole survivors. There are still a couple out there, maybe cleaning up the remains, or just taking their time getting here. But don't worry, a good lot of you have made it in. Now, on to explanations. This here, is Aqutanama Raziel Elrich. He is my second in command, so what he says is what you do, unless it conflicts my orders directly. Next, the attack. I know most of you think it was a bit careless of me to give our enemies a false tip-off, and for destroying a town in the process, but I assure you no one important was hurt today. The civilians all evacuated once you arrived at the docks, the rest of them that you saw were soldiers in disguise. The town was a decoy as well. It was destroyed in the last war, and has been neglected ever since. We spruced up the town a bit for more realism, but it still doesn't change anything. This is still a desolate town with nothing in it."

Ferino looked at every single magician left. Not a whole lot of them, but that made it easier to train them. The army didn't need that many anyways, with the strength Ferino would teach them in the coming days, they'd be able to stand up to half the dark army themselves!

"Plans of action will not be discussed here. Words travel on the wind, and prying ears may hear. Instead, I've written a letter containing the location of our next meeting and the directions. You must destroy this letter in whichever way you can after memorizing it. Now get to it." Ferino said as he lifted himself into the air, leaving a small satchel with a bundle of letters inside it. He floated a couple of yards out of the town, landed on the ground, and then started running as fast as he could to the town of Shar.

((Another late update...sorry. Hopefully Veryk didn't give up on this. :-/))

Hans stumbled to the to the fallen bandits. Three lay dead slaugtered ,apparently, by an axeman. He drew his scythe, leaned over the dead bandit, and placed the flat edge of the blade on the mans chest. Soon, the blade glowed white. Screaming erputed from the blade. Slowly, a grey ball of light floated from man's forehead.

Hans reached out to soul. He grabbed it and forced into a small, blood-red bag. He Hid the bag under his cloak. He would save it for later. After collecting the soul, Hans walked toward Ferino. Next to him was a man wearing a mask. The other mages, including the a man with an axe, were listening to Ferino give a speech.

((Em...DeathsLegion I suppose that the letter says to head for the town of SHar although I have no idea what else would be written so if I put a little too much just tell me.))

"You must destroy this letter in whichever way you can after memorizing it. Now get to it."

Great... Lloyd never was good at memorising things, probably one of the reasons he had difficulty in improving in magic, so it was not surprising that he was put off by Ferino's last statement.

The letter, to Lloyd's relief, only said to head for the town of Shar and to meet there in a couple of days. It did not say whether or not to travel alone or as a group but none of the mages seemed very friendly. Therefore Lloyd made a makeshift bandage out of his sleeve and placed it around his shoulder wound...he hoped it would heal quickly or he wouldn't be able to use both his swords in some time...

Before departing Lloyd threw the letter and cut it up with his sword and then used the wind to blow the pieces in several directions. He looked back to Aquatanama, he seemed very powerful...Lloyd felt uneasy around people that gave off such vast amounts of magic so he headed straight to the towngates where he would then head for Shar.

Strange, Darious thought to himself, He wants us to destory the letter yet he leaves a huge sack of them right here. Did he even check to see if any among us were not the mages he gave letters too in the first place? Hmmm...Best keep on my guard.

Darious was still weak from the battle, and with this realization, he descided to perserve his energy and not be too noticeable. He picked up a letter and hid it under his earth armor. He then proceeded out of the town, useing his tremorsece to ensure he wasent followed.

I can only hope, he thought, that no poor soul is going to be hurt over this letter. He went to a near by cave to rest out the night. After he made sure no wild animals were in it, he used what little power he had left, he sealed off the entrence and fell into a deep sleep.

-----------------------Some time later--------------------------

Darious woke up to a strange sound outside his door. He hadnt any idea who or what it was or the time of day. Suddenly, sunlight poked throuth the opening, and Darious heard an evil laugh.

He knew it was someone trying to get him, he didnt know who, but he could guess what they wanted. Foolish, Darious thought, this will be too easy.

He laid quick sand trap and pretended to be asleep. Suddenly a huge force blasted open the door. Now he knew what was really going on. There were more than one, he couldnt detect the others because they were in the air and his powers hadent quite come back yet. He did have more than enough strength to escape and he did. As soon as the wall blasted open, Darious sunk underground and fled as far as he could get. As soon as he thought it was safe, he came up out of the ground.

Darious sat in the shade under a tree. It was about noon and he thought he might as well read the letter. He moved his dirt armor and pulled out the letter from underneith it. He shook off the dirt and read the letter.

Without a moments thought he sand coffined the letter, shreding it to dust, and started down the road to his destination.

He would arrive there soon enough and hope for a good meal when he gets there.

((I was hoping people would get the hint about Shar because I didn't want to write the whole letter, but oh well. Yes, the letter states that you should head to the town of Shar, and gives directions there. You can make up directions if you want, but I don't deem it necessary, just arriving in the town is.))

Ferino, having arrived a bit earlier to Shar than he had guessed, rented a room at the nearest tavern he could find. He was exhausted; from the running and the use of his magic. He threw off his black cloak, stripped down into almost nothing, and fell right onto the bed. The next few days were going to be the longest days of his life...

"At least it's for a good cause." he muttered before passing out.

As Lloyd kept walking on towards Shar he suddenly noticed that he had difficulty to stand up and that he was shaking all over.

Damn! I was hoping to get to sleep in an inn tonight...guess my legs won't take me any further... It was also getting dark and, although Lloyd was hungry he had no strength left to hunt...so instead he dropped next to the closest tree and dozed off.

Can't even climb up to a branch...I'm so pathetic...Who am I kidding, I can barely fight bandits, why would I have the strength to fight an army of evil...

But before Lloyd could think any further he fell asleep.

After reading the letter, Madhev simply ripped it into tiny pieces and threw it into the wind, which was blowing to the sea. Then he turned and began to walk.

Madhev walked silently toward his destination, the town of Shar. He was extremely worn out, and with every step he was bombarded by aches and pains. He tore off his sleeves to wrap around his hands and elbows to contain the bleeding and to help keep them from infection.

After what seemed like a year of walking, Madhev arrived at Shar. He found an alleyway and sat down. He quickly fell asleep.

It was dark, but he didn't bother trying to hide. He didn't have the strength anyway.

After everyone grabbed a letter, Aqutanama picked up the bag and the remaining letters. He then put the bag over his back. He went back into the town, to the well. Seeing that it had some sort of liquid in it he dumped out the bag into the well and put the bag in. Aqutanama then concentrated, changing the liquid, after doing this he grabbed a torch and threw it into the well. The well then exploded with fire. This fire will be going for a while an hour at max.

He returned to the area were the magicians were. He gathered the remaining fragments of paper, that some people were too lazy to destroy. Knowing that someone out there would spend the time just to find out were they all were headed. He opened his gord and inserted the fragments of paper into it. Then shut it and placed it back on his back.

Seeing a trail of blood and knowing that Freino needs all the help he can muster even if he thinks otherwise. Aqutanama followed the trail. It led him to a magician who was baldy injured and passed out. Aqutanama then healed the magician's wounds, then placed his trench coat on the ground in a clearing putting the now uninjured magician on it. Then he wrapped him up in it to keep him warm.

Aqutanama then gathered wood and made a fire. He Got some food and began to cook it. Then making sure the area was as safe as it was going to get. He plopped up against a tree and pulled his hat down over his eyes and rested. The words still ring in his mind. Like a sound you just cant seem to get rid of. If that sound was a hum or a tone, It was always there. "Leave, and don't return. Leave, and don't return! LEAVE, AND DON'T RETURN!"

As if the words were to wake him from his sleep to save him from the danger, as an arrow ripped past his head. He rose to his feet. Then darted toward the assailant or assailants. He came across a clearing were the man with the bow fired. This man was not alone. He had five others with him. By the looks of them they looked like they only used melee. Aqutanama drew his sword slashing the bowman's head off. By the time the head hit the ground the other five men were fleeing. Aqutanama sheathed his blade after tainting it. Then drew his mighty bow, he then formed ice arrows out of the bowman's blood. He released the first arrow. As the arrow screamed through the air, all Aqutanama could hear was a thud. After releasing four more and hearing four more thuds. He went back to the magician and made sure he had no wounds from stray arrows. Seeing none he stoked the fire and went back to the tree. Aqutanama sat and waited, Then dozed off.