NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This will have a maximum of ten people joining (including me). All people who join must submit a "resume" with the RPs that they have been in insofar.

Current Joined Members:
Five Civilized Nations
Imitora
Kain Irenicus
Valient


IC:

Alexander shuddered as he sat on his throne. As the oldest of the "Creators," a group of immortal archmages, Alexander was the one who had "created" the world.. His age bearing heavily upon him. Having reigned over the world for more than five millenia, Alexander was tired of ruling... It was not the first time that he felt the price of immortality...

Immortality... Such a great gift, yet so painful... Such a heavy price... Immortality...

With a weary wave of his hand, the rest of the Creators stepped into the room. Agazi, Talisk, Oragkon, and Raskdi. The four Creators bowed politely to Alexander.

Friends, the time has come for my departure from this world. The same will occur to you soon too... The price of immortality has become too strong... I cannot bear the weight of my age... Thus, we are gathered here today to choose five people to bestow the gift and the price of immortality upon to continue our work... You my friends will search the Four Lands and find those worthy. Do not fail...

Weary, Alexander and his fellow "Creators" descended from his mountain home and into the Four Lands. Alexander had already one guy, who he felt was the right one, the master swordmaster, Amadeus Crusade.

(OOC: Could you please tell me what kind of RP this is, and what the characters in question would have to do if they're "successful," so I can decide whether or not I'm interested? Thanks.)

(OOC: The characters would have to distinguish themselves in front of the "Creators" and will be tested to see their worth. I'll increase the number of people to ten.)

I'll join...Um...resume? Just ask Iansisle or Larkinia or Agrigento, or anyone in my region, they'll vouch for me. I could give you a full list, but it'll take forever.

I'll join...Um...resume? Just ask Iansisle or Larkinia or Agrigento, or anyone in my region, they'll vouch for me. I could give you a full list, but it'll take forever.

:lol: You don't really need one... Can you provide some details about your character...

SUre, give me ten-finteen minutes to think up a back story

SUre, give me ten-finteen minutes to think up a back story

okay... that gives me time to think up my character's back story...

I'd like to join. Wanna see my cred?

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2617471#2617471

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2617257#2617257

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2618828#2618828

If you want more. Ask around... I'm sure someone knows me :wink:

Ayme Katsumi didn't move. She held perfectly stillin teh darkness of the small house, Keeping herself hidden in one of the shaddows casted by the moonlight. And she watched.

Her mark was unimportant, but a good target. He had been found guilty of selling military secrets, a traiterous action, and had been ordered dead.

She watched as he moved towards his bed, and waited. When he had his back turned, she moved. In seconds, she had corssed the thirty feet between her and her target totally silent, and lept , tackling him to the ground. She placed the blade of a knife against his throat, and pulled, slashing it in one smooth motion. SHe kicked off the floor, flipped, and landed on her feat behind him. She pulled a cellphone out of her black pants, and dialed the number '5' and hit send. "I'm done."

Ayme Katsumi
Nationality: Imitoran
Race: Japanese
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Ocupation: Imitoran Intelligence Agency, Black Cell

Amadeus Crusade was born in the Time of Trouble, a time in which the the "Creators" turned their back on the world. Born into this time of turmoil, Amadeus was raised by his father, the Duke of Cala, Lance Crusade. When Amadeus was 13, the Four Lands was embroiled in a Civil War. Lasting five years, the Civil War obliterated the Four Lands and millions were killed. The war only stopping when the "Creators" returned and intervened. Defying the "Creators," Lance challenged the "Creators."

But because of the power and immortality of the "Creators," Lance was exiled by the "Creators" into the Forbidden Realms and wandered into Velmora. Meanwhile, Amadeus had come of age and had followed the path of his fatherand became a disciple of the famous Mt. Mirror Sword Academy, spending six years there perfecting his skill. He became a powerful mage swordmaster, renowned throughout the Four Lands. For the next ten years, Amadeus had been travelling throughout the Four Lands, helping the less fortunate. One day, while Amadeus was travelling, he met a man, badly poisoned. When Amadeus pulled him closer, he realized that it was his father, Lance Crusade. Returning for the first time in more than 16 years, Lance had returned to die. With his dying breath, Lance gave Amadeus the ancestral sword, the Sword of Cala. Amadeus vowed to his father and to the sword to bring about peace to the Four Lands.

Ayme Katsumi didn't move. She held perfectly stillin teh darkness of the small house, Keeping herself hidden in one of the shaddows casted by the moonlight. And she watched.

Her mark was unimportant, but a good target. He had been found guilty of selling military secrets, a traiterous action, and had been ordered dead.

She watched as he moved towards his bed, and waited. When he had his back turned, she moved. In seconds, she had corssed the thirty feet between her and her target totally silent, and lept , tackling him to the ground. She placed the blade of a knife against his throat, and pulled, slashing it in one smooth motion. SHe kicked off the floor, flipped, and landed on her feat behind him. She pulled a cellphone out of her black pants, and dialed the number '5' and hit send. "I'm done."

Ayme Katsumi
Nationality: Imitoran
Race: Japanese
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Ocupation: Imitoran Intelligence Agency, Black Cell

Um, its fantasy...

I'd like to join. Wanna see my cred?

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2617471#2617471

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2617257#2617257

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2618828#2618828

If you want more. Ask around... I'm sure someone knows me :wink:

I know you, so welcome... Just provide your character's name and a bio...

Thanks... It's 11 pm here, so I'm heading for bed. I'll have the bio on by tomorrow.

Night :D

OOC: Ah, real fantsy, like old school, even better, let me rewrite this.

IC:

The outline of the young female slid though the camp. The gaurds didn't notice her sliding through the night, as the potion granted her the ability to bend light around her body. She lept from tent to tent, alert to noise and movement.

As she approached the final tent, she removed teh two daggers from their respective sheaths on her back. She held them loosley at her side, and ducked behind a try as the potion wore off.

She was now visable, and needed to move quickly. She took off in a brief run, and lept into the air. She covered a good forty feet with her jump, and landed with a soft thud. She spun sideways into one of the tents, and a man of arabian descent looked up at her. Their eyes met. "Who are..."

He never got the chance to finish as she ducked and rolled behind him, stood, and placed the edge of both blades against his neck. In one swift pull, she drew the blades across his neck, and blood sprayed from his artery.

"Ashad Akbar, you will never have the chance to sell women into slavery again. I am Ayme Katsumi of the Kawada Clan, and I have seen the end of your injustice."

She stepped back, sipped the invisability potion, and disapeard into the night.

bumpity bump...

It seems like an intresting RP so i would like to give it a try!

I've been in 2 yahoo Rp but they are now gone so i will just give u their names. XmenMiddleEarth, and XmenDarkHorizon they where made by friends so i jioned them as a social thing for something to talk about during lunch.

I'll get u a background story and a description as sone as u give me the ok that i'm in.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=105573
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94775
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=98830

Bio will be up if accepted

Weeee! Fantasy Rp! Well, ive already been in a few with 5CN already. Ill post something later, gotta go to class.

OOC: So am I playing my standar evil demons or one of my characters?

The wind and the rain punished the lifeless island, the sotrm upon it was one of the worser than had occured. A lighting blast crashed down from the heaven's mailed fist, obliterating a dead tree, turning it's deadened and wasted gnarled limbs into ash, which promply adapted to it's new possibilities, and took flight, embracing the freedom that death brought.

Another flash in the sky which seemed angered at this small island which housed this being. This sad pitiful being which has taken up this island has a place of solitude to himself, to escape the pain of deeds done. Yet he found this place tormenting, yet he accepted it.

The rain battered the small cave at the top of the mountain on the island. Kain looked out to the ocean, looking as the spectres of death that he could only see, glide and cackle upon those bitter waves, mocking Kain for the things they robbed the ones he loved, and denied him thier chilling touch of death. Kain looked at them, as the waith like creatures gleefully rode upon the waves, circling the island. There was no life here.....only a soul. Well....two bound together for obligation.

Kain watched as the rushing water of from heaven's salty tears came down, weeping for this being. It proved no solace. Only another memory, which could never be washed away as the dead ground did under the constant weeping of the heavens.

"Daniella always loved the rain." Kain said softly, as he watched the rain come down. Feeling it upon his skin, a welcome, if unforfilling effort to forget and set his mind on other things. The liquid was cold, yet his mind was chilled by his experiances more than any chill of this world could freeze.

Kain replayed the thoughts in his head. They were maddening to him...Kain walked out of the safety of his small dwelling, which held his books, his diaries, his spellbooks, the physical incarnation of the Brightblade.

Again? The demon asked Kain, knowing the answer. It found little enjoyment in it, but like Kain, he needed diversions. Yet the Brightblade had hope for release, had a future. Kain did not want a future, and what little "hope" there was, was in his final death.

Yes. Kain replied telepathically. A purple flash of lighting struck the ocean, a wild column of water buckled under the parent's cruelity.

Kain walked up to the top of the moutain, the rain beating down upon his green skin, his cloven feet digging into the mud as he walked up determined, his face grim as the water streamed down his leathery features.

Upon the top, the heavens bellowed again, the rain coming down harder, the purple thunder coming down more frequently. Kain did not care. He closed his eyes and held his talons out. He held out his hands, and began to perform.

He began to fight an illusion. One which was himself, a copy, one which he had control of and was concious of him. Rather, conciousness was shared. It was mind-bendingly difficult, yet Kain did it easily. The demon had granted him knowledge that no other being knew, the arcane had been expanded...the boundries broken.

He fought himself, his frustration coming out. The two sparred, each equally match, yet both pushing themselves to the limit. They only used thier fists, it was far better. It sent Kain's mind away from the pain, for breif seconds, he was fighting his own demons....more literally sometimes.

Time passed strangely. He did not know how long he had been fighting. Minutes. Hours. Days. Years. Decades. All there was the moment of rage against his own thoughts, blanketing them out. The storm continued to rage around him te purple streaked lighting was errie in the darkened sky, populated with thier rage filled black coloured clouds.

Someone approaches.

Kain stopped, the copy disappeared. Kain walked to the edge of the barren, water beaten mud, and looked out to sea.

Why am I never left alone? Kain thought, and crossed his arms, looking at the crackle of the purple lighting, each blast illuminating his face, making him seem like a ghastly apparation.

Ex-Agent

Daniel Able hated the sound of it. Ex-Agent. It meant he was a prt of something, something more thna the sum of his parts...

But that was over. He was no longer the "Boy with the future in the DEO." He was now the "Boy who had to disappear."

As he looked out onto the city of Valient from his vantage point on top of the Tiaran Tower, Daniel swept his pale hand through his tousled short cut brown hair. He pulled his .50 desert eagle out from it's shoulder holster and checked to see that it was fully loaded. It was.

He looked out onto the bustling city of 400 million. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Cristina... don't they know that I had to do it? For you? For us?"

Cristina... his partner and lover. She disappeared too, after questioning the integrity of DEO Head Lee Natarin.

What options did Daniel have? None save for walking into Natrin's office, turning over his badge, and shooting him once in the face.

A .50 round doesn't leave a lot of face left.

Now the entire DEO was out for his blood. Daniel wiped away his tear, and sighed. There was nothing left for him in Valient.

However, where can a man with an entire elite police force after him go?

Balfar sat atop a massive mountain peak, watching the land under him. Things were about to change. He could sense it. After many years of plowing through the forests and deserts of the world, in search of magical knowledge, Balfar needed rest.

He thought about his old days as a demon. About what he would be doing if he hadn't been caught in that holy blast. But all that was over. He was human now. An extremely powerful mage, but human nonetheless.

This land was quiet. Balfar enjoyed the peace here. This place wasn't so concerned with the rest of the world. It was just worried about it's own little world.

He looked up as he sensed great powers moving throught these lands. Something was happening. Balfar did not feel like being disturbed and so he remained atop the mountain, watching.

Bump.

OOC: so what's happening?

Guys, I'm gonna create a new thread for us only, here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2629134#2629134)

Name: Lyons de Flamand
Nationality: Goth
Race: Goth (http://users.skynet.be/bk146846/Gothicum/)
Age: 27
Weight 148 lbs
height 7 ft 1
Occupation: Teller of tales, weaver of dreams

Travelling from inn to inn, Lyons has seen a few places, and found himself in more then one tough spot. Smooth in tongue and swift in rapier, he usually finds one way or another to get out of a nasty situation. Usually by very creative thinking. Don't ask Lyons to lead, for his head is often in the clouds.