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~Armonia Chronicles~ .:Feign of Paradise:.

Discussion in 'Roleplay Archives' started by crazE, Oct 13, 2012.

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  1. "Out of the world you once knew..."

    A clap of thunder rolls overhead as one opens their eyes, looking down where they are now at. Shadows of shaking leaves dot the ground where one lays, shifting consistently to violent, drenching wind. Thought not hard, the rain still stung as it cascaded in massive multitudes of droplets, hitting the thick vegetated ground upon which one remains in full contact with. As one looks around, it is obviously apparent there is a storm, for what one can see through the huge canopy above are a congregation of dark, looming clouds, only slightly broken by the powerful rays of a moon. The gentle beams cascade through the storm occasionally before hidden by clouds, then revealed again as they fight for dominance.

    "Into this new world you are...."

    Getting to one's feet, one must now figure out what is happening. The shifting of light, the alteration of multicolored streams of energy transporting one into a subconscious darkness before one had awakened here. And now, awake and aware, one is nowhere near to where they once were. So what is this place? Where had one gone? As thoughts reel in, the only thing bringing one back to the situation at hand is a flash of light, followed by the usual clap of thunder. The storm rages still, causing one to retreat more into the canopy out of simple reason of shelter from the rain.

    "The skills you have I ask for..."

    "Save this world I plead..."

    An echo of a scream nearby alarms one's attention, pulling from the downpour and the sheen of shimmering condensation on thick bark to its source. Nearby, one deduces with what skill one has. As one begins their trek further into their unknown surroundings, one can hear violent outbreak, the sound of fleeing and terror. The sound of blood being spilled by metallic weapons of unknown origin can be heard, even clashing of metal and occasionally stone as what sounds like a fight resounds through the thick trees. More lightning with the thundering pound of the heavens overhead awakens oneself again from what could be considered a lag on the brain from what was obviously a transportation of unknown origin to this place. As if it was a dream.

    "Save my world... Save my people..."

    One looks about to find the consistently resounding, yet soft voice echoing voice which seems to continue through the haze of one's senses. The vegetation and muddy ground underfoot makes none the better for the stumbling of oneself onward. As one's senses clear more, one's senses are now clearer, crisper, back to what one was comfortable with before this mysterious transportation.

    "To protect this world, I must ask the goodness of others' hearts from other worlds, from other dimensions. To protect my people, I have called you..."

    One looks about one last time before continuing on, seeing the first essences of civilization- cobbled pavement. Severely broken however by dense undergrowth and the roots of the trees, it hardly seems used. But as the sounds of terror echo down its path, the obvious deduction leads just down its pathway. Rustling of nearby beings from the nearby trees causes one to defend oneself, to see other mysterious beings of what was obviously unknown origin. However, the aura of friendliness emanates and resounds between oneself and these other beings, strangely and obviously of paranormal origin.

    "I have called all of you. To fight for those who cannot. To fight for my people who hope for their savior. I have received their cries, and I have answered with you, all of you. Save my people and this land, and I will bless you all.."

    "Save my Paradasia, and I will give you the richest of what you desire..."

    Thunder rolls over the drenched jungle terrain once more.

    .:Feign of Paradise:.​
     
    #1 crazE, Oct 13, 2012 at 12:50 AM
  2. Her head pounded from the extradimensional voyage, myriad colors clashing and dissolving together, overwhelming her very existence in an instant that spanned an eternity... or was it the other way around? A void of darkness consumed her shortly after... along with the last threads of her consciousness. She awoke--seconds? minutes? hours?--to the distant rumble of the sky as the boom of thunder resonated throughout the... The girl blinked once, twice, thrice. Soft blades of grass caressed her skin as she laid, whilst the heavily clouded heaven spilt crystalline tears upon the world below, carried into erratic angles by the howling wind. Groaning as her brain seemed to attempt to painfully throb out of her skull, the girl then noticed she was holding the familiar, comfortable grip of... her weapons? Tightening her hold into a firm, solid grasp, she rapidly rose from her position, only to find herself... somewhere.

    Her whole mind was scrambled, scattered ideas barely surfacing through the clearing haze of rationality. What the fuck had happened? Foreign scenery encroached her from absolutely everywhere... and furthermore, it was completely alien to her. For all the girl knew, she could be stranded in an indefinite location of the uncharted, extensive jungles of Heijeram... The newfound predicament immediately kindled a single thought, which she uttered in an almost dumbfounded manner.

    "Where the hell am I?!"​

    Crackling with deafening power, although muffled by the distance, the flash of lightning formed within the storm-bearing clouds illuminated her form, but she was then quickly concealed into the shadows of the night. Blazing red orbs glinted with the brilliance of electricity, fueled by the intense reds of sheer willpower and determination. Followed the rhythm of the turbulent, successive gales, lengthy strands of hair cascaded moderately wildly, their fiery red color startlingly alive compared to the melding shades of her surroundings. Forcing a sigh, followed with a deep breath even while standing amidst the ensuing storm, the girl quelled her boiling mesh of emotions. Rising anger, tinged with the venom of fear, layered by the subtlety of undermined curiosity, and wrapped with the variance of agitation. Shit got burned when she didn't.

    Piercing the ominous atmosphere, a scream echoed, instantly diverting her attention towards the apparent source: an area beyond the undefined depth of the jungle. While the fact a normal person would have questioned the existence of transcendental forces defying the innumerable laws of the universe, she was quite educated on the subject, considering her homeworld... Hesitating just once, she then plunged into the somber wilderness of the jungle after realizing this was her only lead, despite unknowing of the monstrous dangers that might roam there. After all, she proudly considered herself a skilled warrior, and was perfectly capable of defending herself. Decently.

    It was exactly due to this that she did not even bother sheathing her two weapons--twin katanas which she carelessly wielded and used to slash open her indeterminate way, however their blades were dull from constant usage and rigorous training. Training, she winced inwardly as she grazed this realization, she had not actually completed... or gotten respectably far into, either, much to her frustration. Her style of swordsmanship tended to fluctuate, but this was apparently because she had not fully developed her own combat style, as she had been told. Furthermore, she had been merely learning the vital subject of Mana Theory while barely starting to escalate the arduous ladder of techniques, abilities, strategies... However, she, as the youngest child of an ancient lineage of legendary blademasters and revered archmages, was gifted with immeasurable potential and, more importantly, inherited the powers of her ancestors--those which spoke of mastering the element of fire. Symbol of power and passion, but also of temper and destruction.

    Her name was Creissene Rouxburne. But she preferred to call herself Crissie.​

    Wandering almost aimlessly down imaginary paths and obstructed routes, Crissie trekked forward without a definite direction, a base course to follow other than her instincts. Or was this a supernatural, cosmic string that compelled her to keep searching, to keep moving forward? Superimposing screams and disturbing noises which steadily become clearer and clearer alert the young Flare Warrior that she was about to stumble upon something horrible. She gritted her teeth, avoiding the inconveniently dense and varied vegetation with grace and swiftness as she caught increasingly frequent glimpses of civilization.

    Oh damn.

    Chaos' roots, although vastly invisible by the darkness of nocturne, soon became exposed to the girl as she slowly walked down the cobblestone pavement, majorly hidden by the overgrown flora which crawled through the drenched cracks and broken rocks Crissie stepped over them. Although shifting to a cautious approach, her spirit's flame flickered at the sight, threatening to spread an imaginary fire... She disliked the rain that happened to continuously pelt her, but she despised the events she was perceiving, but not witnessing... yet. Crisse approached at a brisker pace, hoping to reach the exact source of the disturbance, but stopped suddenly. Resonating nearby, the presences of others could be felt, not by her senses, but by a far deeper medium... She whispered, inaudibly,

    "Others...?"
     
    #2 Shadow, Oct 13, 2012 at 4:25 AM
  3. Awakening from what seemed to be a comatose state, his vision still blurred and doubled. The constant ringing in his ears only to be staged by the vibrating thunder and the clinging of steel. Not knowing where he was, or at what time. Body weak, he willed his way through the severely damp and cold floor a few steps. Now that he had a couple seconds to think he needs to find shelter and fast. He upped his way up the cobble stone path and Allister struggled with vision, but made out a black figure up ahead. Normally, He would avoid contact with the unknown, but Allister was pretty desperate for survival. Slowly advancing his way, He felt the harsh pounding of the rain hitting his face. Allister tried to yell out, but could only make out a couple words as if he got the wind knocked out of him.

    "Hey..."

    Even though he woke up with no memory of how he got here, He still was fully equipped with his gear. His large sword that has been battle worn and his armor hat has seen better days. Or got beaten on them. Lastly he checked for his power by slightly denting his armor using a mysterious force that took quite some focus in his state.

    As he continued on, he felt like he wasn't alone and this wasn't including the figure ahead. He marched forward unto the new terrain and kept after the girl. He slowly got closer and closer. Allister noticed the figure getting clearer and noticed a very well shaped figure, very fine hips, and long crimson hair. To "Identify" her more he continued to follow without a peep.
     
    #3 Macintosh, Oct 13, 2012 at 6:53 AM
  4. A man laid there in the mud. He was a rather strangely adorned man, choosing to wear an elegant dress which in no way matched his physique. One could see that what managed to not get covered in mud was actually extremely clean. It’s hard to say exactly how long he was laying there. Occasionally one would hear a soft moan gurgle up from the mud. He was clearly awake, but his head hurt too much to want to move. Instead he just waited there for a little while, occasionally popping his head up for air.

    He eventually brought himself to his feet, and looked up at the stormy sky. He tried his best to wipe the mud away, without simply spreading it around. He did a rather terrible job. He drew a deep breath as he fully took in his surroundings. The jungle had a very foreign feel to it. This probably wasn’t somewhere he ended up in by accident. Staying there would be a bad idea. He quickly drew his sword and took off in a random direction. He first set off with a stealthy dash, launching himself forward for each step, but his fatigue hadn’t quite gone away, and his speed started to slow to the point that it became more of a determined march.

    It wasn’t long before he came upon a cobblestone trail. A path that would surely lead to somewhere he could get ever so vital information. As he followed the trail he slowly became more relaxed and took a more causal stride. He put away his sword and continued trying to clean himself off.

    As he attempted wash the mud out of his hair, he came across his first sighting of a human figure. Perhaps this was his first chance to get help understanding his situation? More likely, this may have been the one who brought him here in the first place. Was this a trap? One thing was for certain, the sound of other figures nearby was not improving his mood. Nevertheless, A wide grin formed on his still slightly mud stained face. This mysterious scenario had the potential to become an adventure. Something the man had felt he had gone on far too long without.
     
    #4 Flimzy, Oct 14, 2012 at 10:45 PM
  5. Crack! was the sound that a man, laying there in the wet grass awoke to. He opened his eyes, and blinked a couple of times. Trying to think of what had happened. He had been enjoying himself, taking a little break from his training, and then suddenly everything went to black. Perhaps he had simply exhausted himself, and he had fallen asleep from the exhaustion, although it was more than likely that this was not the case. Feeling around himself, and checking for his equipment he could not seem to find it anywhere, until he turned his head to the side, seeing it just laying there beside him, everything except for his armour, which thankfully he was wearing at the time.

    He slowly got up out of his position on the grass, nearly soaked from the weather and wondered where he was. Looking up, just about at his feet he saw a cobblestone path, almost as if it was calling him to go off in that direction. Without a second thought, the man Re-equipped himself, and started to walk himself up the path. Looking a bit further up the path, he saw a silhouette of a person. Not really bothering to think of whether or not this person could be friend or foe, he continued himself up towards it anyways, as he was obviously not in a position to be questioning things. He continued his way up, hoping that this person would have some answers as to what was going on here.
     
    #5 Cid, Oct 15, 2012 at 4:20 AM
  6. The grasp of the earth enveloped a silhouette of a young boy. Rain tumbling down in an endless torrent, occasionally accompanied by a blast of cacophonous thunder and a flash of the lightning, mingling and intertwining as nature's laws dictated. The midst of a storm had left the earth wet, muddy... A suitable place for the boy to lie. His unconscious state belied some otherworldly trauma, though there was nobody nearby that could tend to him... the trees he lie amidst seemed to tilt inwards, looming over his frail body in an effort to protect him from the storm which would batter and buffet his defenseless state until he roused from his sleep...

    "Save my people and this land, and I will bless you all... Save my Paradasia, and I will give you the richest of what you desire..."

    The dream had seemed so real. The splash of colours in an incomprehensible array. The meld of the quaint forest he had called his home with the overpowering sounds of the voice of the lady. A soothing, but pleading voice. Angelo Gathorn sat up, causing the trees to breathe a sigh of relief, exhaling and returning to a semi-upright position. To an untrained ear, one would simply think the storm that had been ravaging their branches had subsided slightly, wind no longer such a powerful factor in the midst of the rain... But the young boy knew better. He gave a silent 'Thank you,' to the trees. For watching over him as he lay here in the ground... coated in mud... A perplexed look crossed his face for a brief, fleeting moment.

    He had not remembered falling.

    "Where... am I...?" a brief question escaped his lips. He looked around in a muddle of panic. A choked sob quickly followed his question, though any tears that were to follow would be washed away by the rain - much like a leaf that falls into a river, carried swiftly away by the current... though this was nothing quite so visible. "Mom... Dad...?" His call for his parents was in vain. The forest back home was gone. Perhaps this was not quite a dream... he was truly alone. The call explained his naïvety - he was a mere boy of the age of eleven. Stains of mud marred his clothing as he stood slowly to his feet, ignoring the incessant pounding in his head. He heard a crackle of footsteps nearby, wincing at the sounds of breaking branches lying defenseless as he all-too-recently did. He scrambled to the nearest tree, looking up to its branches. It was sturdy, though an unfamiliar type to the young, apprentice scribe of the forest. He put his ear to the trunk - a thick, sturdy appendage of the tree, and in a hushed voice, muttered to it, "Please... let me up..."

    The tree responded immediately. Branches would lower themselves to a height at which the young boy with the wild, mangy green hair could climb into them. Upon doing so, they retracted, raising the boy to a height that would give him a vantage point to whatever it was that was coming his way...

    Another stifled choke as he realized just how painfully alone he was. The familiarity of the trees in the Forest Sanctuary back home was no more - Angelo realized that he had been thrust into a strange world, with no possible explanation of how he got here. Feverishly, he wallowed in this thought as he listened to the trees whisper. Stories. Stories of him, and how he could understand their plight. Stories of how a young girl with fires kindling within her was making her way towards them... how others would soon follow. Angelo could almost not contain himself. A girl with the magic of Fire within her...? He attempted to assuage the worries of the trees, but he had never seen another human that did not speak the language of the trees... and the trees feared the chaos that was brewed by the eternal red - the oncoming fire.

    "I-it's okay... don't worry..." It was futile. His voice was lost in the growing panic spread throughout the trees. Throughout the world, in fact, as Angelo realized that human screams were growing louder from beyond, in an indeterminable location behind him. His gaze darted about the unfamiliar jungle, as he silently muttered to himself, shutting his eyes and plugging his ears... a childish reaction to the events taking place. "iwanttogohomeiwanttogohomeiwanttogohome..."

    He curled up. Waiting for the inevitable to take place. A girl with red, waist-length hair entered his field of vision. His eyes widened in shock as the voices of the trees were instantly hushed. Angelo cupped a hand to his mouth so as to stifle a gasp at her appearance. She seemed infuriated by something... and Angelo was not about to be the one to receive her rage. She continued, not knowing that she was being watched by something unseen. He silently traced her path with his eyes, before leaping from tree to nearby tree, in order to remain veiled by the canopy that lay above her...

    Who... is she... and what does she want with the forest...?
     
    #6 Eebit, Oct 20, 2012 at 9:14 PM
  7. "...!"​

    Crissie's gaze burned through the moonlit night, through the heavy downpour, through the dense foliage, in an attempt to discern the collection of presences who lied beneath it all. The Flare Warrior faced the opposite direction, both withdrawn weapons faintly glimmering with the dim, celestial light of the moon above; blades barely scraping the stone of the neglected pavement below. Discernment proved to be successful, as, steadily, humanoid silhouettes detached themselves from the blackness beyond the forestal canopy, becoming progressively clearer each passing seconds. Numbers proved to be threatening to her in this unknown location, as one escalated into three undefined characters trudging towards her general direction...

    Tensing, her planned reaction flickered into existence in the form of a simple, coherent thought: burn the shit out of them. Normally, she would have abstained herself from immediately resorting to such violent measures, but given the circumstances, a mistake in judgement might prove to be, well, fatal. However, the fire of her intent sizzled as an unseen force battered it to the point only a few embers of doubt remained, and she reconsidered. There was something strange. There definitely was something strange. "Whoever dares to do anything first, it is..." Crissie muttered to herself, maintaining constant vigilance between the three figures.

    "Who is it?" the question, although losing voice due to the atmosphere, retained a palpable sense of strength in tone. It echoed past the cacophony of the storm and the background cries of the unseen people somewhere among the darkness...
     
    #7 Shadow, Oct 22, 2012 at 5:15 AM
  8. Wyatt walked further, and further up the path. The silhouette become ever clearer, as he continued on. Almost close enough to make out some features, yet still quite a distance away from the person, he heard a voice. "Who is it?" It was quite clear to him that this was the voice of a woman, yet not the voice of someone he recognized. Hmm, you know, I'm wondering the same question about this woman... He thought to himself, readying himself defensively, just in case this was not friend, but in fact foe. He approached a little more carefully, until he was within speaking distance of the woman, and spoke. "Wyatt Zeplint, Thunder Stryker. I would say more than this, but first I would like to know, are you friend, or foe?"

    Wyatt could not really think of anything else to say to the woman he saw little more then 10, maybe 15 meters ahead of him. Having just shown up in a different place really had thrown him out of mind. Wyatt waited there for an answer, although he could sense that he was not alone there, even though he was able to see a woman up there, he sensed other presences nearby.
     
    #8 Cid, Oct 22, 2012 at 5:47 AM
  9. “Who is it?”

    A wave of relief fell over the mud stained man. He knew now that this woman, whoever she was, had no more command of the situation than he did. He waited for a moment as one of the others he had heard came into view. He watched from the sideline as the brightly dressed man introduced himself. After confirming that “Wyatt” also had no understanding of the situation, the mud stained man had his confidence fully restored. No one was out to get him, or at least, if they were, the were also after others, others he could ally with. He walked forward, close enough to draw attention to himself, far enough away to not seem like an attacker. He threw his hands into the air and proceeded to announce with great enthusiasm:

    “My name is Roymus Ganobi!”

    His voice was energetic and powerful. It commanded the attention of all those who heard it. After a quick pause, Roymus continued talking, his voice was much calmer, but one could still sense his energy and enthusiasm in his tone. “I am of no particular interest, feel free to ignore me.” After saying this, he put his hands on his hips, and grinned with an almost sinister pride. He looked the sword totting lady directly in the eyes, the way an overenthusiastic salesperson would, and proceeded to stand there motionless. He seemed almost as if he was expecting something.
     
    #9 Flimzy, Oct 22, 2012 at 8:19 AM
  10. Leon walked through the downpour, slightly confused as to what had happened. He was used to waking up in alien locations, due to the "tests" his master gave at random, but this did not feel like his master's work. What really bothered him was what he had heard, and how this place felt. He stopped when he saw the shapes of people ahead. He slowly approached, before stopping when one of them, a young woman around his own age, spoke up. “Who is it?”


    Then two young men stepped forward one at a time, each introducing themselves. It seems that they had just run into each other, and were as confused about the situation as he was. After the one named Roymus introduced himself, Leon stepped forward, making his presence know.

    "Leon Regis, and I would like to raise the question Wyatt asked, to all of you." Leon said, staying a bit cautious. He was a fair's bit away, and he could easily draw his wands from his robes, and attack if any of them decided to attack. But something told him that these people weren't his enemies.
     
    #10 Naru, Oct 26, 2012 at 1:33 AM
  11. Now coming to a halt on the damp cobblestone, Allister stopped to explain some information to the petite woman. He first took his large blade and dropped it flat on the floor to show no sign of hostility whatsoever. "Hello...miss,I am Allister, I am a foreign being and i really do not know where I am." He developed an unsure expression and tilted his head slightly away from her. "I was hoping that you may have some information because... this looks nothing like my land of Diarahan. As i said though, I am Allister and I am a knight of my kingdom, to know where I am and where i can find some shelter is all that i ask of you." Even though this was a foreigner, he had to somehow discover what was going on. He softly made a friendly smile towards her to show he was sincere and really docile. Although, looking around, he did't notice till now, but he slowly averted his eyes and looked at everyone and felt uncomfortable because it felt like he was being surrounded. Allister mustered up his will and talked a bit louder and asked. "Does anyone know where we are?" He heard only dead silence till another spoke.
     
    #11 Macintosh, Oct 27, 2012 at 1:25 AM
  12. Thunder crackled again as the group congregated, the downpour barely receding against the already sodden earth. Mud and small streams tickled down the cobbled road, the sounds of terror seeming to travel up the waterways like boats. The clouds covered the shining moon, causing the world to be put under disturbing darkness. The shadow of night overcame the earth as the congregated people were surrounded by it, choking the sight of the people on the very cobblestone path.


    But this was no normal darkness. The shade of the clouds was something one could easily decipher; however, the shadows about the group gave off the eerie essence of danger, the feeling of darkness one would never want to step paths with. Slowly, it soon became like a palpable being, large, dark blotches suddenly bursting and expanding through the already dark atmosphere, showing pieces of pitch black veins flying through the air, connecting and attempting to choke out the life within- the group within. The enroaching doom about them began to close, tighten, constrict the air as its unrelenting grasp began to encompass the very pathway....


    "You will be protected"


    As if the sun pierced midnight, a luminous burst rocketed through the air before bursting in the center of the group's midst, expanding rapidly until it consumed all within moments, leaving the group in personal, suspended light. In the sight of all within, a woman's face shone with the glory brighter than the light about them. Eyes bluer than any ocean, hair brighter than any light imaginable, complexion like joyous rays shining out into the darkness. Her eyes scanned to each person in turn, her eyes soft, but pleading. The voice now had a face to it, making the soothing essence all the more surreal.


    "I have great faith in all of you, for all of you believe in true justice, for true peace among the people around you. You all fight for those who cannot, and that is why I need you. For I ask that you fight for me, for I cannot alone." The essence's lips moved with an almost graceful movement as it spilled honey from its depths. Each word was detailed to never be forgotten, like an unforgettable taste. "Go to my shrine, I will try to reach all of you there... For now, I wish you all the best of luck for what stands between you and the explanations you deserve. I will be around you... for the darkness you have just tasted is fighting for your destruction, because it knows it is you who can destroy it..."


    Just as it came, the light was gone, as if blowing the sun out like a candle. Once again the group was back on the cobbled path, the moon shining brightly and lighting their way. The rain had receded drastically, at least providing a better length of view and less of a pain to travel through. A silence befell the group for the moments they were back in reality once again, only broken by a sudden blood-curdling scream. Albeit to the ones in the distance, this one was nearing, and fast. Several other voices, dark and mocking, were approaching swiftly as well, and soon enough shapes were appearing.


    A woman was running, wearing a simple dress and bonnet which was torn halfway off her head. The dress itself was seemingly ripped at, a whole section utterly torn from its place, revealing a bit of her calf as she ran. Her breathing was that of an animal in pure terror, her eyes struggling to remain on the path ahead as she continued to look wildly about and behind her, her dark hair billowing drastically in the very symbol of fear. Three figures behind her 




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    #12 crazE, Nov 1, 2012 at 4:00 AM
  13. Leon watched as the knight approached the girl. He was probably about the same age as he was. What's more, from what Leon could tell, he didn't really know any more then they did. Leon began thinking, before something occurred to him, a guess of sorts. He quickly stepped forward to answer Allister. "No, but it doesn't really seem like anyone here knows that either, all I know for sure is that I'm no where near where I was, and I'm gonna guess that the case is the same for everyone else here, correct?" He asked, looking around at the gathered people.

    All he needed was for them to confirm this, to solidify the idea in his head. But he had a strange feeling in his gut that he was correct.
     
    #13 Naru, Nov 1, 2012 at 9:54 PM
  14. Thunder crackled again as the group congregated, the downpour barely receding against the already sodden earth. Mud and small streams tickled down the cobbled road, the sounds of terror seeming to travel up the waterways like boats. The clouds covered the shining moon, causing the world to be put under disturbing darkness. The shadow of night overcame the earth as the congregated people were surrounded by it, choking the sight of the people on the very cobblestone path.


    But this was no normal darkness. The shade of the clouds was something one could easily decipher; however, the shadows about the group gave off the eerie essence of danger, the feeling of darkness one would never want to step paths with. Slowly, it soon became like a palpable being, large, dark blotches suddenly bursting and expanding through the already dark atmosphere, showing pieces of pitch black veins flying through the air, connecting and attempting to choke out the life within- the group within. The enroaching doom about them began to close, tighten, constrict the air as its unrelenting grasp began to encompass the very pathway....


    "You will be protected"


    As if the sun pierced midnight, a luminous burst rocketed through the air before bursting in the center of the group's midst, expanding rapidly until it consumed all within moments, leaving the group in personal, suspended light. In the sight of all within, a woman's face shone with the glory brighter than the light about them. Eyes bluer than any ocean, hair brighter than any light imaginable, complexion like joyous rays shining out into the darkness. Her eyes scanned to each person in turn, her eyes soft, but pleading. The voice now had a face to it, making the soothing essence all the more surreal.


    "I have great faith in all of you, for all of you believe in true justice, for true peace among the people around you. You all fight for those who cannot, and that is why I need you. For I ask that you fight for me, for I cannot alone." The essence's lips moved with an almost graceful movement as it spilled honey from its depths. Each word was detailed to never be forgotten, like an unforgettable taste. "Go to my shrine, I will try to reach all of you there... For now, I wish you all the best of luck for what stands between you and the explanations you deserve. I will be around you... for the darkness you have just tasted is fighting for your destruction, because it knows it is you who can destroy it..."


    Just as it came, the light was gone, as if blowing the sun out like a candle. Once again the group was back on the cobbled path, the moon shining brightly and lighting their way. The rain had receded drastically, at least providing a better length of view and less of a pain to travel through. A silence befell the group for the moments they were back in reality once again, only broken by a sudden blood-curdling scream. Albeit to the ones in the distance, this one was nearing, and fast. Several other voices, dark and mocking, were approaching swiftly as well, and soon enough shapes were appearing.


    A woman was running, wearing a simple dress and bonnet which was torn halfway off her head. The dress itself was seemingly ripped at, a whole section utterly torn from its place, revealing a bit of her calf as she ran. Her breathing was that of an animal in pure terror, her eyes struggling to remain on the path ahead as she continued to look wildly about and behind her, her dark hair billowing drastically in the very epitome of fear. Three figures behind her were rapidly accelerating toward her from behind, calling out foul words and taunts as they seemed to be enjoying the chase. Suddenly, the woman fell to the ground with a horrid thud, her body flipping and rolling before she stopped herself, a grunt of agony coming from her. The figures in the distance neared, their voices growing easily above the torrent of rain.


    "C'mon, give us more chase!"

    "I think she's run out of energy..."


    "Let's get this over with!"
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    Chapter I-IA ~Chosen Few~
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    Location: Forgotten Path
    Objective: Defeat the Rogue Assault!
    Atmosphere: Goddess's Aid- Critical hits land more often.


    {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} A
    {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} B
    {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} C
    {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} D
    {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } E
    {t} {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } F
    {t} {t} {t} {      } { } { } { } {t} {t} G
    {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} H
    {t} {t} {t} { } { } { } { } {t} {t} I
    -1---2---3---4---5---6---7---8---9-


    Enemy Side:
     
    #14 crazE, Nov 5, 2012 at 2:21 AM
  15. Thunder crackled again as the group congregated, the downpour barely receding against the already sodden earth. Mud and small streams tickled down the cobbled road, the sounds of terror seeming to travel up the waterways like boats. The clouds covered the shining moon, causing the world to be put under disturbing darkness. The shadow of night overcame the earth as the congregated people were surrounded by it, choking the sight of the people on the very cobblestone path.


    But this was no normal darkness. The shade of the clouds was something one could easily decipher; however, the shadows about the group gave off the eerie essence of danger, the feeling of darkness one would never want to step paths with. Slowly, it soon became like a palpable being, large, dark blotches suddenly bursting and expanding through the already dark atmosphere, showing pieces of pitch black veins flying through the air, connecting and attempting to choke out the life within- the group within. The enroaching doom about them began to close, tighten, constrict the air as its unrelenting grasp began to encompass the very pathway....

    "You will be protected"


    As if the sun pierced midnight, a luminous burst rocketed through the air before bursting in the center of the group's midst, expanding rapidly until it consumed all within moments, leaving the group in personal, suspended light. In the sight of all within, a woman's face shone with the glory brighter than the light about them. Eyes bluer than any ocean, hair brighter than any light imaginable, complexion like joyous rays shining out into the darkness. Her eyes scanned to each person in turn, her eyes soft, but pleading. The voice now had a face to it, making the soothing essence all the more surreal.


    "I have great faith in all of you, for all of you believe in true justice, for true peace among the people around you. You all fight for those who cannot, and that is why I need you. For I ask that you fight for me, for I cannot alone." The essence's lips moved with an almost graceful movement as it spilled honey from its depths. Each word was detailed to never be forgotten, like an unforgettable taste. "Go to my shrine, I will try to reach all of you there... For now, I wish you all the best of luck for what stands between you and the explanations you deserve. I will be around you... for the darkness you have just tasted is fighting for your destruction, because it knows it is you who can destroy it..."


    Just as it came, the light was gone, as if blowing the sun out like a candle. Once again the group was back on the cobbled path, the moon shining brightly and lighting their way. The rain had receded drastically, at least providing a better length of view and less of a pain to travel through. A silence befell the group for the moments they were back in reality once again, only broken by a sudden blood-curdling scream. Albeit to the ones in the distance, this one was nearing, and fast. Several other voices, dark and mocking, were approaching swiftly as well, and soon enough shapes were appearing.


    A woman was running, wearing a simple dress and bonnet which was torn halfway off her head. The dress itself was seemingly ripped at, a whole section utterly torn from its place, revealing a bit of her calf as she ran. Her breathing was that of an animal in pure terror, her eyes struggling to remain on the path ahead as she continued to look wildly about and behind her, her dark hair billowing drastically in the very epitome of fear. Three figures behind her were rapidly accelerating toward her from behind, calling out foul words and taunts as they seemed to be enjoying the chase. Suddenly, the woman fell to the ground with a horrid thud, her body flipping and rolling before she stopped herself, a grunt of agony coming from her. The figures in the distance neared, their voices growing easily above the torrent of rain.

    "C'mon, give us more chase!"

    "I think she's run out of energy..."

    "Let's get this over with!"
    ----------------------------------------------------------

    Chapter I-IA ~Chosen Few~
    ----------------------------------------------------------
    Location: Forgotten Path
    Objective: Defeat the Rogue Assault!
    Atmosphere: Goddess's Aid- Critical hits land more often.


    {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} A
    {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} B
    {t} {t} { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} C
    {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} D
    {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { } E
    {t} {t} {t} { } { } {H} { } { } { } F
    {t} {t} {t} {V} { } { } {D} {t} {t} G
    {t} { } { } { } { } { } { } {t} {t} H
    {t} {t} {t} { } { } { } { } {t} {t} I
    -1---2---3---4---5---6---7---8---9-




    Enemy Side:
    Vex
    HP: 20/20
    MP: 20/20
    ATK: 5
    DEF: 3
    INT: 1
    SPR: 2
    CRIT: 4%
    EVA: 3%
    MOVE: 4 cells

    Drav
    HP: 20/20
    MP: 20/20
    ATK: 5
    DEF: 3
    INT: 1
    SPR: 2
    CRIT: 4%
    EVA: 3%
    MOVE: 4 cells

    Hoyt
    HP: 20/20
    MP: 20/20
    ATK: 5
    DEF: 3
    INT: 1
    SPR: 2
    CRIT: 4%
    EVA: 3%
    MOVE: 4 cells


    Legend:

    {t} --- Tree Cell [cannot be occupied]
    { } --- Starting Cell
     
    #15 crazE, Nov 5, 2012 at 2:33 AM
  16. Leon Regis starts at A6.

    When Leon saw the woman fall to the ground he quickly drew his wands, and got into place to fight against these savages, completely ignoring the hard rain that came down upon him. How dare they harm an innocent (or what appeared to be an innocent) so. His master had always told him that 'even if they found you annoying, and sorta crazy, you should always do your best to protect the innocents'.

    "Halt!" Leon said to the three figures, trying to attract their attention from the lady. He now just hoped that the other eople he had just met would help him in this endeavor.
     
    #16 Naru, Nov 5, 2012 at 2:59 AM
  17. Wyatt Zeplint starts at A4

    From the voice in the sky to the utter confusion of these other people, it was obvious these people were not his enemy. If anything, they were supposed to be his allies. Wyatt looked over and saw the women falling to the ground, being chased by what seemed to be three rogues. Not wanting anyone innocent to get hurt, Wyatt stepped in along with the man known as "Leon".

    "Well then! It seems its time to test my skills!" Wyatt then pulls out his short sword, and runs up beside Leon.
     
    #17 Cid, Nov 5, 2012 at 1:48 PM
  18. Crissie firmly maintained her posture, both weapons never retreating or preparing as she watched the figures unveil themselves with their ever increasing proximity. Her growing instinct, one that had been pleading to her to step back and assume a defensive stance, had practically vanished, instead replaced by a certain curiosity. They seemed... different, somehow, detached from the nocturnal jungle threatened by the thunderstorm. Perhaps, like her...? Her pondering thoughts were dissipated as a voice, pertaining to a male, made her focus back on reality. But as Crissie raised a single eyebrow at the bizarre man standing before her, he was joined by not two, but three others.

    "A-Alright, well--"

    "You will be protected."​

    Her response was interrupted. Not by the divine apparition, but by the darkness encroaching upon the group... before being torn apart by the sound of the disembodied, higher voice, consuming everything, momentarily, in luminous glory. True justice? Fight for her? Darkness seeking their destruction? These were, definitely, not the exact type of answers the girl thought she deserved. When the shadows replaced the light, Crissie was left utterly confused... Ugh, all I wanted was a way out, what the hell?

    And then, it started. The Flare Warrior, in a flash of spiking heat, sprung into action as the helpless woman ran past them and promptly fell, while the rogues behind mocked and taunted her attempt at escape. Droplets of water on her skin, hair and clothing evaporated instantly, even amidst the moderate downpour, and one could even see the faint outlines of steam as this happened. Crissie positioned herself directly in the way, clashing her blades in a way so an instant worth of sparks of metal against metal briefly illuminated her form. Her blazing eyes.

    "Yes, I'll get this over with."


    Crissie starts at B5.
     
    #18 Shadow, Nov 7, 2012 at 12:20 AM
  19. Allister, still in a confused state from the vision he just witnessed, He wondered "why "Protected"?" shortly he snapped back to his senses as he heard a familiar call of duty. The cry that he has heard beat into his eardrums several times before. Although the rain was loud and thunder was striking, Allister just heard it crystal clear. It was the plea for help. Allister moderately turned his head and saw the woman fall. He instantly knew she was scared, beat, and danger of death. He felt a great dread at the sight because she looked like all went to hell in less than 5 minutes. Up the damp cobble stone, He saw three figures distantly approaching the exhausted woman. Ignoring the vision for now, He knew he had to act and noticed the others thinking the same thing. Slowly accelerating his pace, he rushed his feet through the sodded earth. While he was running he swiftly hunched down and grabbed his Zweihander and rushed to save this poor woman. If there was one thing he could definitely recall what the Beautiful lady on his vision stated and he stated to himself as well.


    "Strong sense of justice I will inflict."

    He ran to aid with the others with his sword making large grooves in the earth followed by the sound of wet mud being compacted on the sides of the great cold steel.

    " I shall not allow you to bring harm to innocence so get you gone."

    Allister spoke with great pride and with no regrets. He is ready for a fight to help someone sleep safely tonight.

    Allister starts at B4
     
    #19 Macintosh, Nov 9, 2012 at 3:46 PM
  20. {Angelo starts at A7}

    Silently, Angelo lay low in the branches of the tree. His small, nimble form easily melding into the shadows that were cast by the storm. The branches seemed to recoil themselves to conceal his young body from view of those beneath, though he strained his hearing to listen in on the conversation going on below. The girl with the red hair - the silencer of the trees - had been joined by others still. The tree that housed Angelo's body wanted nothing to do with the figures congregating beneath the veil of its leaves... The girl was the first to speak, daring any of those following her to make a first move. When she spoke, Angelo squeezed his eyelids shut and placed his hands firmly over top of them, as though he was too afraid to witness whatever reaction she was about to make. dontburnusdontburnusdontburnus... The same, repeating thoughts in his mind, a silent will passing from him through to the trees, who bristled and waved as the wind rippled through them. A full forest of shivers, sourced from Angelo himself. He imprinted his will onto the trees...

    Four men. Three older men introduced themselves to the girl, as Wyatt Zeplint, Roymus Ganobi, and Leon Regis. A boy, just older than him, by Angelo's estimate, also was present. He called himself Allister... but Angelo could not hear the intricacies of their conversation. He was too high up. Too afraid to come down from his perch above the tensions below. The trees shielded him, and he held tightly to the nearest branch, as though attempting to console the large tree that hid him. All of the people gathered below seemed tense, and not ready to answer one another. Each had asked questions, and though Angelo could not quite hear the details, it seemed that nobody had volunteered anything but their own names. Angelo shivered as the rainfall battered his skin. He whispered to the trees, who were shivering with him, "It will be okay... they aren't focused on you... just each other." He tried to listen to his own advice... to no true avail. He was scared, plain and simple. Scared and alone. In this foreign place. Not at all like home... not at all like the Forest Sanctuary. He felt a tear running down his cheek. He didn't realize until he felt its familiar warmth that he had been crying in the midst of the torrid downpour around him. He buried his face against the rough, but comforting bark of the tree he stood in.

    Angelo slumped down into the crook of the tree, where the branches diverged their paths from the main trunk. Knees drawn close to his chest, he remained in a fetal-like position for a brief moment, before some sort of light burst forth from the storm. No moonlight, nothing like sunlight... a magical light. One that Angelo could not place. A warming figure seemed to become tangible from the light's very essence. A face to pair the sweet voice from before to. The rich, feminine voice. Angelo craned his neck to get the best look he could from his vantage point. She seemed to speak out to him, as well as the five beneath him. A beckoning call to gather at her shrine...? But Angelo didn't even know who she was! None of this made any sense to him anymore. How could he know how to reach this woman's shrine if he didn't even know where he was?

    He was startled from his thought process - from the resounding echo of the woman's voice - by a blood-curdling shriek from somewhere down the cobbled path beneath him. He immediately flinched back, covering his ears with his hands to ward off the evil that the woman had said was coming for them. The trees will protect you... the trees will protect you... The more he repeated it in his mind, the less comforted he felt. The trees were willing him out of their branches. As though they didn't want to play with him anymore... He scurried down the trunk, remaining unseen by the five who had assembled beneath him just moments before. It was clear that they were all readying themselves for some sort of battle. Angelo did not know much about fighting... but he knew he would do his very best to help out. Timidly, he pulled his boomerang off of his vine belt, holding it in a loose grip in his hand, as he peered out from beside the nearest tree.

    Just don't... come any closer...
     
    #20 Eebit, Nov 14, 2012 at 7:05 AM
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