Two sided RP - 1 spot open!

[My email doesn't work anymore]

((Yeah, it seemes most of hte charries are in the same town now. Divna is only a short distance away))

Thak finished his quaking trek up the stairs and arrived on the landing. Not knowing which room to go for he approached the nearest he stepped back preparing to swing his axe at the nearest door. But before he could swing back a door three down burst open and a pale woman in a spotless white cloak emerged glaring at the orc. "darn it Thak have you ever heard of knocking? Lucky the earthquake you just put this poor building through got me in time."

He just grinned and secured his axe back in it's harness. "Aija Remworth I 'ssume."

"Hopefully the one and only. Now get in here it, took you long enough."

Thak had to duck to get in the room and crowded a great deal of it. The woman sat down by a vanity and ressumed combing out her long auburn hair. "Shut the door Thak. I pressume you have retrieved it."

Thak frowned disgustedly and fished out a plain brown box from the depths of one of his furs and placed it on the vanity. "I di' but I gotta say it was an insult to my abilities bein' so simple ta retrieve. If you price wasn' so high I don' think I woulda even bothered..."

Smiling vilely Aija put down her comb and gingerly pulled off the lid revealing a bright blood-red egg with a glossy luster and faint aura about it. She craddled it in both hands and cooed delightfully "Yes, this is it alright. My, I never imagined it would be this glorious...Never in my life did I think I'd find one suitable..." Thak made and impatient grunting sound that made her jump and almost drop her treasure. "Well then I guess you deserve what I owe you..."

*****

Divna sighed dreamily looking at the sunset sinking beneath the sihouette of the harbor city. Another place she had never been too before. But to the other Elves she was just a child and would stay that way for awhile. The city was no place for a little elfing. Nini, now satisfyied by her meal hopped up on her mistresses' lap and curled up in her dress folds. Divna smiled and looked down as the kitten's white fur was camouflaged perfectly into the fabric.

"You know what Nini? We should go visit the city! I could pack up some food and clothes for us and leave tonight! The roads are busier at night so it wouldn't be hard to find somone to take us. It won't be long, only a day or two Nini." Excited by the idea Divna scooped up the kitten and scrambled back up the dock to her home.

It was small yet cozy. Rileth made an effort to keep it clean almost constantly. Luckily she wasn't home yet so Divna scurried about on the scrubbed wooden floors packing up bread, millk, and clothes into a satchel. She pulled out her thickest traveling cloak and shoes and wrote down a brief note to her sister.

Gone to the harbor city. Will be back soon! Ty'alh bella!

Grabbing the last necessity she tucked Nini into a cozy niche in her pack and hurried through the back door and towards the trail leading to the road.

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Aerisa walked toward the city, Liger following her from affar. She noticed one man walking in front of her, and approached him, trying best as she could not to be heard.

"Hey, s'cuse me."

She grabbed him by the neck as he turned to look at her and forced him on the ground.

"Now, either you tell me what I want to know, or you die. Which do you choose?"

*****

"ARGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Adeesa raised herself, waking from her sleep. More shout followed the first. She rushed to her desk, grabbed her wig, put it quickly and rushed outside. She didn't saw her parents as she went, she greatly hoped they were alright....

****

Everytime someone exited his or her house, Liger jumped on them, forcing them to the road, preventing them from running away; it was what his master wanted him to do; he knew it. Some peoples were laying on the ground, motionless; they had already fallen to him and his master. When he saw a young girl exit her house, however, he grabbed her by her clothes and dragged her to Aerisa; she had the same smell, she was the one they were searching for...

"Myri!" Adeesa's mother shouted, in the arm of her husband. "Run! She's here to kill you!"

"Who said anything about killing?" Aerisa looked at Adeesa, thrown to her feet by Liger. "I've searched you for so long..."

"What do you want!?" She had no weapon, no hope of protecting herself... or anyone else for that matter...

[Scar]

((And here they are. I'll follow up with the opening comments as soon s I get home, I swear ^^)

Character Name: Sir Khestrel
Player: Scar
Age: 29
Order: Villain
Specie: Human
Class(es): Paladin of Selbaden
Element(s): Energy - Light
Habilities: Physical strong as well as strong in his faith to his Order
Appearance: Khestrel is tall and well-built for a human but not to the extent of being overly brawny. His short, cropped blond hair perfectly complements his handsome features, much as his deep brown eyes do for his perfect row of pearly white teeth. Over his healthily tanned skin he typically dons a shined suit of full plate mail, over which hangs a tabard emblazoned with his Order’s gold and white symbol.
Weapon(s): A large, two handed sword with a stylized gold hilt he usually keeps in a scabbard strapped to his back and an old silvered longsword he keeps by his side. He also wields the element of Light, originally used to combat undead, for strength.
Birth Place: The city of Zeromus
Personallity(s): Chivalrous, sociable and idealistic, Khestrel is always ready to prove his worth and uphold the honour of his Order, occasionally indulging himself in friendly duels or tankards of mead with a lady. All his warmth vanishes however when he faces a member of the Morpho race. Khestrel will hunt and strike down even the most helpless of the ‘vile abominations’, blindly engaging even the strongest Morpho no matter the cost of his life. Khestrel listens not to reasoning or excuses. His sworn duty is clear.
Background: Khestrel was born and raised in the Order of Selbaden’s church in Zeromus and all his life he was educated in the doctrines of the Order: mainly the extermination of the Morpho, which the Order considers unnatural and whose habits are against the very notions of ‘civilized society’. Khestrel’s father and mentor was a former Paladin named Sir Rasal who perished in a battle between a Morpho when Khestrel was only 14 and it is this incident that incited his hate against the Morpho. Neither his father nor his brethren have ever told him who his mother was.
Allies: The Order of Selbaden
Enemies: If it’s a Morpho it’s evil.
Relationship: Acquaintances among the upper class society in Zeromus
Others: Khestrel hates spiders for some reason

Character Name: Artemis
Player: Scar
Age: 17
Order: Hero
Specie: Morpho (Fox)
Class(es): Mage
Element(s): Solid - Earth
Habilities: He has a decent proficiency over Earth magic but mostly relies on using it for healing. Not very strong physically
Appearance: Artemis is a lanky youth but rarely anyone sees past the heavy brown cloak he always wears. Hidden under the hood is a shock of long red hair which falls messily on his shoulders. His plain face would appear like any other human were it not for his yellow, feral eyes. Artemis dresses simply in dull colours so as not to attract too much attention to his lineage.
Weapon(s): A plain wooden staff which he also uses as a walking stick. And his claws when he’s desperate as well as some Earth magic to get out of tight spots.
Birth Place: Somewhere in the plains south of Ferryn Shilas
Personallity(s): While he does his best to remain hidden from the majority of the human populace, Artemis is determined to remain friendly and helpful to anyone he comes across. He dislikes combat and would rather talk things out than engage in fisticuffs. Artemis is also very loyal and protective to those whom he trusts. Unfortunately, Artemis is exceptionally trusting towards anyone he encounters unless threatened or given sufficient reason to do otherwise. Artemis also holds an optimistic view that sooner or later people will start seeing him for who he is rather than what he is.
Background: Artemis was raised since he was a cub by a lonely old mage called Erving living near Ferryn Shilas. Erving treated him as if he was his own son and Artemis lived happily for much of his childhood until the day a group of knights from the arrived. Erving barricaded his tower but knew he only had moments before the knights breached his tower. Thus he divulged Artemis’ heritage: about how his mother and father had begged Erving to take care of their son while they fled from the very same knights years ago. The knights eventually broke through and Erving, against Artemis’ teary protests, teleported the young Morpho to the safety of the nearby forest. When he found the courage to exit the forest, Artemis found only the tower’s smouldering base. Now wandering the streets of Zeromus, Artemis never once forgot the old mage’s sacrifice and has since took it upon himself to repay the mage’s debt by helping others just as Erving had done.
Allies: None. Very few humans get past their prejudice against a Morpho.
Enemies: None … yet.
Relationship: None save the few rats he occasionally talks to. They don’t seem to show any sign of knowing or bothering about what he says.

[Kat]

((Okay...introducing teh hero - or in this case heroine. I think she's far away from everyone else...and I'll make her desc. more in-depth.))

Player: Kat
Name: Lorraine Astrallien
Age: 24
Order&Species: Human/Heroine
Element: Liquid/Water
Appearance: Short red hair clipped just above her chin, very dark brown eyes that are nearly black, rather tall and thin (six feet in height), always wears a long green robe over a blue tunic and black belt. She carries a staff with a large coral-colored pearl at the top that she uses for magic, and pulls her hair back into a bandanna when needed.
Background: Lorraine left her home after finishing her magic studies in order to seek adventure, and it has lead her into the wilderness just outside the town where Thak and Gerard and everyone else are.
Personality and Abilities: She is rather adventurous yet impulsive, and sometimes too wary to trust and make friends with others. Her best powers are creating destructive rainstorms and flash floods, but she can heal too. The only things she cannot do are cast shields, cast fire magic, or fight hand-to-hand.
Class: Mage

***

The young woman sat on the bough of a nearby tree, watching the moonlight cast its rays over the city. She ran a hand through her coppery locks, loosening a dry leaf from the strands and flicking it away. Her staff was at her right hand, ready when a spell needed to be cast.

Lorraine Astrallien had never seen such a peaceful sight, since she had spent most of her time exploring and studying nature instead of being holed up in some suburb. She thought of meeting some friends, but then she thought otherwise.

"Strangers, they are," she muttered as a sparrow came to rest on her shoulder. "I dunno if they should be trusted...they could pro'ly stick their grubby paws into my pocket when they get the chance. What d'you reckon?" she asked the bird.

As if understanding her, the sparrow squawked softly.

"I see," said Lorraine, even though she couldn't talk to animals, let alone decode a bird's chirp. "Well, I hope y'all don't mind if I spend the night up here. Maybe t'morrow I can see what's up there."

[Scar]

((Sorry if it's a bit long))

The rapier flashed as if aflame in the flickering firelight, spinning in a graceful curve through the air before finally embedding itself an inch into a nearby table. The squirrelly man stared exasperated at the quivering blade before sighing and turning to his opponent and sinking into a bow. “I concede defeat Sir Khestrel. Your skills far outweigh those of mine and I bow humbly before your mastery of your steel.”

His opponent, a figure clad all in shinning mail emblazoned with the tabard of the Order, cracked a wide grin upon his chiselled features. “Far from it Lord Pompodere,” he replied humbly, sheathing his longsword and bowing curtly. “Your skill was a match for mine and milord would have won had I not taken advantage of an opening. It is I who should be humbled.”

The tavern patrons nodded and chattered all at once in response, most reacting admirably towards the paladin.

“Such humility.”

“And good graces too.”

“Sure takes his victories in good spirit, eh?”

“What a hunk!”

Khestrel turned to face the gathered crowd and held his mailed hands up in a quelling gesture, still smiling. “Please, I cannot take all the credit,” he remarked with a laugh. “For without the support of such a gracious host we wouldn’t have competed at all.”

“Hear, hear!” At the far end of the tavern the bartender nodded in agreement and good spiritedly announced another round on the house, much to the patrons’ delight. What could he do? Sir Khestrel was good for business. It would do well to repay him.

And Khestrel would have joined in on the festivities had not a heavy hand descended upon his shoulder. A turned his head and saw Sir Sontag, a senior paladin of the Order, at his side. “You are needed,” was all that was said. Khestrel took the hint and nodded, quietly exiting the tavern and heading in the direction of the Church of Selbaden.

~*~*~*~

“The poor thing, wilting away all this while. You deserve better.”

The lone plant, more a weed growing between two flagstones than anything, gazed up past the cloaked figure into the waxing moon. The figure shook his head slowly, smiling all the time. “Of course, you’re only one flower in an alley but even one flower can make a difference.” The weed continued to stare past him. The figure shrugged and gave a chuckle. “Let’s see how it looks like after first.”

Artemis removed the glove on his right hand and placed the hand an inch above the scrawny plant. A breeze blew past. The plant rocked gently but didn’t seem to react. Yet he was smiling as he removed his hand and replaced the glove, satisfied with his work.

He started walking away down the alley, careful to keep his face hidden under the hood of his cloak. “Your welcome,” he whispered, smiling serenely.

Even as Artemis’ footsteps faded around the corner, a tiny bud poked up from amidst the plant, its white tips facing the direction Artemis had left, bobbing up and down gently in the breeze.

[Frozen]

Still need another? It'll take me a while to set up my profile.

Character Name: Aera
Player: Frozen
Age: 17
Order: Hero
Specie: Human
Habilities: Air (from Water/Earth/Air/Fire cycle aka. Minority)
Appearance: Long straight green hair. Sports a black headband. She dons a Hakama.
Classes: Swordswoman
Weapon(s): Wind Sword. (A range and melee weapon. It's slightly more powerful when used in melee combat)
Birth Place: Plains
Personallities: She grew up in a nomadic society so she can adapt very easily. Her will is not easily broken. She does not believe in pointless fighting but will do so if needed. She finds it hard to talk to new people as she kept to her society mostly.
Background: Aera was born in the plains when her family was moving. By the age of 11, she had started learning swordplay and fighting as her clan was almost always attacked by bandits, orcs, or other creatures. She learned quickly and mastered the sword. Now her family is stopping near (wherever your characters are) for supplies.
Allies: (none as yet)
Enemies: (none as yet)
Relationship: (none as yet)

NOTE: Will enter as soon as I find the right moment.

[aerisangel01]

(OOC: I'll put your bios with the other after school =3 For now, let me put just a small post....)

"Myri! Take this!" Her father threw her a wooden mallet, gigantic in size, that was as long as she is. She grabbed it, it was heavy, but she had a rather good grab on it...

Aerisa glanced at the two parents, and snorted. "Do they even know?"

"What would they have to know?" Adeesa shivered; she was scared, but she had to stay strong...

"THIS!" Before she could react and even use her mallet, Aerisa grabbed her, removing her wig, showing her hair, her red eye, and her scales... "Why are you hidding your heritage!? Your legacie! I searched you for so long, sister, and THIS is what I find!?"

Adeesa struggled, managing to escaped her. Her parents stared at her, voiceless. "I love them! Since they adopted me! But they wouldn't have loved me back... if they had known..." She dropped on the ground, crying.

"You... said you had amnesia..." Adeesa's father looked at her, he wasn't sure what to feel. She was a Morpho, he should hate her... But she still was his little girl... wasn't she? The one attacking them looked almost exactly like her... Could they truly be different?

"It's true... I don't remember a thing from before you adopted me... But I'm not dumb... I knew what I was when those scales started appearing on me... I'm sorry..."

[aerisangel01]

OOC: This city must be big, on one part a killing happen, a duel at another, a trade at yet another... XD

Alright, I added every profile to the list =3 A bit of warning to those who would like to join:

YOU HAVE TIL TOMMOROW MORNING TO DO SO

After that, I'll consider this Rp full. I'll take whatever inscription I see when I get up. Any added after will be refused. So hurry if you're interested! =D

Also, just to tell: YOU will handle battle, if against someone else's character. I don't know a thing about D&D system, so you post what attacks you do(2 or 3, you choose), the oponent post which attack he managed to dodge, and which hit him. But if you ALWAYS dodge attack, I WON'T be happy. And an Aerisa Darkyna that's not happy is a scary thing ^_~

[My email doesn't work anymore]

"Why is such a lil' trinket so importan' to ya anyways?" Tahk asked only half-interested.

Aija counted out the proper coin amount, dropped it in his meaty hand and returned to caressing the egg. "Because it's a phoenix egg. Extremely rare for a phoenix only lays at least once every century. And only under the proper conditions will it hatch into a fledgling. I couldn't imagine a more glorious familiar. Healing tears, control over flame, constantly resurrecting..."

Thak listened and began to de-harness his axe once again. "And what wou' these conditions be?"

Almost lovingly the woman began to tuck the egg back into the box nestled in her handkerchief. "It just needs to rest in a very hot flame for 10 days. Not normal wood fire, it needs to be the same temperature that the mother's flame would give. The logs would needs to be soaked in oil then dried..."

The bounty hunter nodded "So that's all? Wouln' imagine it'd be so simple." And without another word his deadly axe swung forward and severed Aija's spinal cord and she dropped to the floor without a sound. Thak took the box back and tucked it back into his furs along with the ill-gotten coins.

"Was a pleasur' doin' business..." he smirked at the remark and began to thunder back down the steps

((Taking a pause with Divna for a bit))

[My email doesn't work anymore]

Divna decided to cut time off her trip by hopping onto a passing milk cart. The driver didn't seem to mind since he smiled and tipped his hat before continuing to lead to the horses. It hadn't even been an hour before Divna could see the bright lamplights of the harbor city. It was large and twinkling in the twilight like nothing she'd seen before.

She hopped off and hugged the cart driver around the waist before skipping off merrily into the town goggling at all the magnificent sites. But one in particular made her stop as her expression changed to one of worry. To Divna it looked like the same person was fighting themselves and she couldn't understand why.

"Nini come look at this," she whispered pulling the sleeping kitten from her niche. Who in turn nuzzled frightenedly into her mistresses' chest at the sight of the Liger

[aerisangel01]

"THEY WILL BE SORRY!" With one mouvement of the hand Aerisa made Liger jump in direction of Adeesa's parent. But before he even reached them, something came into his vision and hit him... Adeesa had swung her weapon and hit the Lion directly on the nose. Using the time he was stunned, she swang it again in direction of Aerisa; The later managed to dodge it, going to the ground, and caused Adeesa to trip, using her leg.

"I won't let you!" Using the speed of her fall, she managed to make a strong hit on her clone's head. She raised herself as soon as she could, before hearing a growl...

She hadn't just hit, and most likely broke the nose, of a powerful Feline, easilly 5 times her weight, right? Indeed, in front of her, the Lion's eyes seemed to glow with furry, and murderous needs.

She didn't even feel her leg start to run. She just did, hoping; but not believing; that she could run faster than the beast. Then in front of it, she saw it; A young kid, a small Elf. If the Lion got her... She had to get catch her, and bring her somewhere else.

***

"DANGIT!" Aerisa put her hand on her forehead; the hit had been very powerful, and she was bleeding. But it was the least of her concern right now. She grabbed a huge, butcher like knife from the ground; one of the citizen had tried to use it to defend himself, but now SHE needed it more.

"She risk her life so she can save yours, be grateful!!" Aerisa looked at Adeesa adoptive parent before running after Liger. The beast had escaped her control; an uncontrolled beast was perhaps the most dangerous thing in the whole world...

[Scar]

((Again sorry if it's too long. And I assume it's still evening in the city. Is that correct?))

“What is the situation Brother?” Khestrel inquired urgently as the two knights strode purposefully down the twisting streets.

Sontag shook his head and growled. “Morpho in East Ward. Others are assembling in church to prepare for capture.”

“Capture?” Khestrel remarked incredulously. “Why not simply kill the beast?”

“Know thine foe,” said Sontag simply.

Khestrel spat in contempt. “What foolishness are you saying? The Order wish to study the creature? These abominations need to be eradicated not kept like pets!” he hissed, his timbre leaving no trace of his characteristic warmth.

The older paladin glared daggers back at Khestrel but just as he was about to unleash an angry reply a commotion caught his attention. Screams and shouts for help rang out through the unnaturally still air. Already a gaggle of townsfolk were running in their direction as if demons were on their heels.

“darn! It’s on the move already,” Sontag swore, unsheathing his hand and a half sword. He turned to face his comrade. “We’ll finish this discussion another time. Duty comes first. For Selbaden!”

Khestrel grimaced and nodded, drawing his own weapon and repeating the cry, “For Selbaden!” before hurrying after Sontag.

~*~*~*~

He didn’t normally whistle; it attracted too much attention to him. Still, on quiet evenings like this it was nice to layback on the still-warm shingles atop the row houses of the city. Besides, he enjoyed the feel of the breeze wafting in from the ocean caressing his bare face, for up on the roofs he could finally let his hood down.

Artemis’ yellow eyes stared sadly out towards the distant waves lapping at the harbour’s mouth. Erving once said he liked the ocean too: the salty breeze; the fishy odours; the sound of the waves. If the old mage were here he would have said so himself.

“But he isn’t here, is he?” he sighed to himself. It was his eyes -- the distinctly canine look in them -- and the pair of fox-like ears barely showing through his hair which distinguished him as being … different from all others. “But why?” Artemis said quietly as he lay down on the roof again, red hair blowing in the breeze. “I have arms and legs just like everyone else. I have a heart and feelings like everyone else. I try my best but why doesn’t anyone trust me?”

He breathed another sigh and managed a small smile. “Guess I’ll have to try harder th –”

Artemis jolted upright when he heard the roar. He quickly scrambled to his feet and peered over the edge of the roof just in time to see the blur of rushing fur and sinew coming down the street. His blood ran cold when he saw where the beast was heading: a little girl standing in the middle of the street directly below him.

There was no time to think. Without hesitation he leapt down from the low roof. This would no doubt hurt.

[Kat]

Gerard noticed two men in metal armor trudge past him while he lurked within the confines of the alley. Lifting a stolen apple to his lips and biting as softly as possible, he watched their shadows wither and shrink as they drew farther away. At first his free hand grappled for a knife underneath his shirt, but he shrugged and thought better of it. There could have been witnesses to his attack on his own grandmother; he wasn't about to come out and inadvertently present himself for the guards and get thrown into some stinky cell.

"Let 'em mind their own beeswax," Gerard reminded himself. "You play the hero, but there ain't no telling if they'll still throw you into the brig."

He leaned back against the walls of the alley and devoured the rest of his apple before chucking the core over his back rather carelessly.

~*~*~*~

((Nothing on Lorraine yet. She's asleep. XDDDD))

[My email doesn't work anymore]

((Divna says: "Am I cute?"))

Divna stood clutching the little kitten not sure what to do. She felt as if she were frozen in her tracks and now one of the odd looking ladies was running up to her. The past few moments had been such a blur. All of her excitement had disappeared and was replaced with confusion and fear.

Fighting, let alone violence, was almost completely unknown to Divna. The people in Ferryn Shilas used their magic purely for doing everyday tasks and for defense.

She looked up just in time to see the weird shadow falling closer right above her head.

[My email doesn't work anymore]

Thak didn't typically murder his clients. He rarely even did collecting for others in the first place. Most jobs he took were low-risk assassinations. But most failed to tell him details of whatever artifact they sought until after it was delivered. The egg had been no exception. Collecting rare treasures, flora and fauna gave him sort of a thrill and the massive slaying he was allowed to do made it even more so.

So when he finally left the tavern, after making the bantender break another tankard, it was beyond suprise when he saw two healthy Morphos battling each other out in the open. They weren't male, which would have made it even more of a rare catch, but nonetheless couldn't imagine a better trophy in his dwellng than the head of a strangely beautiful morpho.

Thak reached for his axe then decided against it. One of them was bound to kill the other making it less work on his own part. So for the time being he waited in the shadows of the tavern porch eagerly waiting.