Fin: Prologue Silence ruled the midsummer night. The freshwater lake felt cool against her back, and the cool breeze, soothing as it brushed over her bare scales.Terra drifted out towards the center of the lake, her golden eyes fixated on the clusters of stars above. Her thoughts wandered, wondering what constellations this world had assigned them, and what stories were told of them. She let her mind wander, hoping it would eventually reach the point of exhaustion, allowing her to grasp the realm of sleep that continued to evade her. Terra raised a hand towards the black-blue sky, mildly amused by the droplets of water that rolled down her arm. “Why are you here?” said a thought aloud. She froze, stunned at her own words. It had been over a year, since she first set foot on this world. Two years since she kissed her little sister goodbye, or felt her father’s embrace. Two years since the anger that had built i
FactionsFactions-Templar A society dedicated to bringing about a world of peace through control. If they control the reactors, they believe they will be able to do so, through power distribution, essentially playing god. While many of its members shook of the societies religious origins, the zeal with which they strive towards their goal has never dwindles-IlluminatiA society dedicated to bringing about the next stage in human evolution. They seek the reactor’s power for the dramatic boost in progress that they hope it will provide. This group views peace as a welcoming commodity, however, it is chaos that causes change. Only when every avenue of discovery and adaption has been explored, and the most ideal conditions have been met; when the perfect human is brought into existence, only then will peace naturally be achieved.-TriadThe remnants of the criminal underworld, consisting of the combined might of the Asian, Russian, and Italian mafia.
Battle RulesBattle RulesAnyone can be called into a battle.When both people agree to battle, send me a noteWithin two weeks, both parties must submit a battle where their character beats their opponents.Any art medium is allowed.After two weeks, both works will be judged.The winner gains a point for their faction.Note: You are allowed to kill you opponent’s character, with your opponent’s consent. Be wary, however. If you lose the match, you lose your character.
The Will of the People part 2 It is always a wonderful thing to see: two people testing their strength. The two clashed and spun magnificently. There was a reason why we called this dancing. Such irony, that something this beautiful could cause so much devastation. There was little doubt in my mind that blood would be flowing by now if they were moving at full strength. Her Ladyship was a natural at Myr’ka, and her form is always a joy to observe. It was Skotos, however, that kept my attention. Whether Terra realized it or not, she gave us the opportunity we were seeking, to see who this being was. I began making my conclusions rapidly as the fight continued. The first was that he hid his age well. No motion wasted. Every movement and counter movement led to a singular goal. Failed strikes did not faze him. Successful strikes did not slow him down. He was constantly in motion, like a river. This was something that co
The Will of the People part 1 I’m going to be honest. I don’t think of myself as a wordsmith. Wits and muscle are what is necessary to survive in the arena of war, not dialogue. However, it is the wisdom of my lady that brings me to pen this script. She seeks an accurate account of our quest for this scepter, and I shall do my part to provide it. I suppose an introduction is as good a place to start. I am Virgil Maroll Le’Varr. My family has served the Varr family for seven generations. In my case, I command the second legion, and have agreed to accompany Lady Terra in her search for the scepter of Ty’Eld. Truthfully, I’m not sure such a thing exists. I mean, a trinket with the power of a god, granting the user his or hers every desire? Sounds like a child’s tale to me. The Lady believes we should pursue it, regardless of how small a hope. That’s just like her, diving headfirst before insp
Family matters “It’s quiet out here,” said a familiar voice. His eyes opened, both surprised and relieved to hear that voice. It had been three days since that voice had emerged from her cabin below deck. Vincent was beginning to wonder if he should have gone down and coaxed it out of hiding. Thankfully, it appears that wasn’t necessary. “Indeed,” he replied, “Sailing seems it has its moments of calm.” “You’ve never been on a boat before?” “Never needed to,” he replied, “Horseback was the method of transportation in my area.” He looked down from the infinitely blue sky towards the one he was talking to. She still looked a little upset, but the worst of it seemed to have passed. “It’s good to see you again,” Vincent said warmly, “I was beginning to worry.” “Was that why you came along?” “I
Arrival part 2 There was a courtyard east of the castle. Within it, a small grove of trees flourished, gardened by the castle servants. It was here that the fight would take place.I had spent the night near the shore, preparing my body and mind for what was to come. I had instructed my men not to interfere with the duel, no matter the outcome. I had brought Valera, a caster and my bodyguard, solely to relay messages from myself to the army. They would like to know how their lady faired as a maiden of war. As a precaution, I went over the symptoms of dehydration all night. There was little doubt I would need to generate some current one way or another. The spirit of the storm was a powerful ally, but came with the price of our time on land. I had hoped this would be resolved quickly. But that hope was quelled when Skye approached. She bore a friendly smile, and waved as she drew near, but it was her armaments I was focused on
Arrival part 1 History is a two edged sword. It is a boon to the wise, and a binding to the foolish. Here, history will be made, but my part within it has yet to be determined. We; a thousand of the finest fighters of house Varr, as well as three hundred of our best electro casters; are here in this world of strange waters with a singular goal: to rescue our people, to protect the ones we care for, to ensure our race survives the chaos… …to attain the Scepter of Ty’Eld. A foolish endeavor? Casing after wives tales? I will not lie in saying I haven’t entertained these notions. It could be an extravagant fairy tale, or the item in question could be little more than a trinket, a child’s toy. Yet, if there is a hope, even a small glint of sunlight in the blackness from the last war, then I feel it is my duty, as a lady of the house of Varr, to investigate; and, if possible, return the years lost to