Legends Of Orr

[Anarchy87]

Long ago, an ancient evil ravaged the land of Orr. The waves of merciless darkness crashed against the flickering light. But God had other plans. The Seven, all warriors of the Seven Kingdoms banded.

The new alliance, bonded by an unknown power, fought back leading regimes of soldiers. Armed with sword, bow, and spell, darkness hissed at the renewed vigor of humanity.
But all was not well - The Seven faced a greater threat on the horizon. The generals of an almighty evil arrived in the world of Orr, and light was once again pushed to the brink of destruction.

That was when a prophet visited The Seven, speaking to them words one would call blasphemy. But what had they to lose? And so, they took the prophet's words, travelling to a speck on the map, a cave. Together, they traversed the cavern, fighting the Creatures within...

The ancient warriors whose spirits could not rest, whose duty was to... protect? Deeper they went, until an axe flung past them, and a powerful minotaur was seen before them. It told them that they had passed. That he knew why they were here. It explained, that it was God's wish...
That God was the prophet.

And as he stepped aside, The Seven stepped into the inner sanctum of the cave, seemingly going from cavern, to magnificient temple. And within this temple, they found weapons. But on each pedestral before the weapons, were explanations. Explaining that these, were indeed, the sacred weapons.

The rumored, most powerful weapons in Orr, thought to be destroyed many centuries ago. with their respected sacreds in tow, The Seven Emerged from the cavern, rejoining the fight. And the change was dramatic. The demons fell swiftly to the sacreds, as did their generals, as did the doom guards. The evil was fought back, to the heart. A great Lord of Hell.
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after what seemed Hours of battle the Dark lord's blade finally fell
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all at once, they struck down at the being, and it fell, Yet refused to die. The Seven, seeing that this... thing... could not be left to ravage the land once more, they chose protection of Orr over the sacred weapons. Using all Seven relics to seal the evil inside the unknown alloy, they went back to their countries, granted Kingship.And so the relics were sealed, darkness and all, to the bottomless temples of their countries, constructed for one purpose.

To not allow this to come into play once more.

The End...

or was it...

years later, In the era of the children Of the Seven

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dawn broke as a messenger came, baring scratches of harpy's and bedding a Broken spear in his back. the messege he brought wrote that the stronghold Gaurding the Cretian pass had fallen Later the king noted that the Spear was of Cyan color..the Colors of The Azure people ..


In the dead of night, Cretian Pass - border between Cletan, and Azure - fell. When Cletan's ruler caught wind of this, let's just say, Azure felt the might of Cletan, warrior people marching on the Winged people's land. They were stopped by the ruler of Azure.
And the woman pleaded with the axe wielding king, but could no nothing to negotiate. Once HE thought betrayal was on the horizon, you could do nothing. While the Winged people were not fighters, they were crafty, throwing their lances at the army from above, chain allowing them to retract the weapons at a whim.
And so the countries are at war, caught in a stalemate. But this was not the only circumstance in the land of Orr: many more relatively close children attacking the other with cries of treason.


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Country's & Races:


Azure:
The Winged people of Azure are somewhat preserved, thinking themself above other countries. They are (probably) the most technologicly advanced, The first country using mist power for everyday life. Azure has a gorgeous landscape, cities soaring into the heavens.

This extravagent race is noted for their angelic wings, all knowing how to fly before they can walk. Their attacks with the lance are legendary, making battle seem like an elegant dance of death. Their women are as breathtaking as the scenery, portraying little if any imperfection.

The Winged people love extravagency, dining with only the richest foods each and everyday, lead by a gentle woman with a kind soul.

Cletan's

Few races are as fierce as the Cretans, they are a powerfull and honourable race of humans.
The barbaric race lived alongside the Azure Peacefully for many years.
yet the borders were always under the watchfull eyes of the Cretian Pass Stronghold. Aires, King of Cretan didn't react lightly to the fall of the mighty Stronghold..


Ebony woods

the Spider people of Ebony woods.

the females of these species are breathtakingly beautifull, eye-ing human. Having great strength and potent venom in thier fangs (only trait that would hint that they are 'hungry for love', the fangs are hidden in thier mouth only when exposing thier teeth you can see the fangs in the upper corners of thier mouth)
they have been known to be passionate with thier prey. sometimes even choosing to let thier prey live..as thier husband yet these times are rare at best.
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The males of the species are quite the contrary, still bearing the human Torso, they have 8 Black spider like legs. thier head looks deformed at best, the lower jaw open side ways so there paralizing venom can be inserted. (upper fangs insert a powerfull venom
used to digest thier prey before it is even dead. the lower set in the splitting jaw release a highly paralizing venom.) They hunt from dusk till dawn. Only a fool would travel through the Ebony woods at night..

Magia- Neighboring Ebony Woods, Magia is a mysterious country which, before all this confusion, was harsh to the Spider people. But for good reason. The people of Magia are said to be Vanguards of Light, wielding books that can be used to chant powerful spells.

But they are most gifted with Holy, thinking the Spider people are evil, and need to be cleansed. They believe strongly in God, landscape like that of Ebony Woods - forests, and swamp - but Magia is a country of Churches. Because of abilities to summon elemental energies at will, they are a frail people, but not to be undestimated.
They are HIGHLY intelligent, lead by a man; oldest of all the children, of The Seven.

'Utopia' - The 'civilized' humans live in this country, ruled by a man of blade-wielding greatness. He has sheltered his race in a Capital protected by walls, and musket toting guardsmen, all but the poor who still live in villages. The humans are (probably) the most technologically advanced.
They use guns, mist energy, and better housing than most countries.

Woe- With luxury comes paying a price, and for some, that price is death. This country borders the humans, and is a country of werewolves. Actual flesh eating werewolves. Although a child of The Seven leads them, and although they hold a relic of their own, they have branched from the other countries.

They now act on their own, feeding off the humans, Lycans assaulting the villages in the dead of night. Although no successful attack has been made on the Human Capital, it is only a matter of time before alliances are made...

Lizargia- A primitive country bordering Woe, and the humans, but more drawn to the humans. Ruled by Lizard-men, and Dragon-hybrids, it is rumored a Seven fooled around with a lizard, and it is rumored Lizargia houses a relic. But they are more satisfied in feeding their hunger, than guarding a chunk of steel. You can't EAT steel..


Strength and weaknesses


Winged people- gifted with flight, can use some forms of magic, wields a lance expertly, quick, but not a fighter, can't use other weapons effectively, is weak compared to most other races

Cletan people- can dish out payloads more damage than other Humans Races, but in turn isn't the sharpest knife in the shelf, has Mastery in all Melee weaponry

Humans- not as versatile as Cletan people, not really fighters, slow movement by wearing Heavy armor (but wounds are reduced), can use guns, and cast magic, but won't be very good at it

Werewolves- Likely the most savage of races, resistant to most types of attack, quick, can't use weapons when transformed, can turn into a mortal when there is no moonlight (thus negating some of the benefits), but can use weapons in this state. Rumors say that there are Lycans that can transform at will. yet this transformation will likely be much weaker

Lizardmen/Dragon-men- can use most weapons, are powerful and savage warriors, resistant to attacks, but lack intelligence.
Have razor sharp claws and teeth

Magia- ability to cast spells unknown to the other countries, high intellect, but can not use weapons, frail

Arachnid- Increased strength, can fire webbing from palms (the males can also use the spider behind for lack of better words) Venomous glans, the male of the species have paralizing venom.

While a powerfull race they greatly fear Fire, lacks ranged attacks. the males react more on instincts and lay restefull during most of the day. the females show traits of intellect. still its a EXTREMELY bad idea sleeping, near or with one. after all she might be playing with her food..

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This is the RP Lore..asked me to make, Ironicly i made him do most if not all the work >.>

yes you may be the Mightiest mage of all the lands..but then il Adept to the V method. You HAVE been warned!

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[shadows]

"Ares... please... stop this madness!" Nina Mcknight, queen of the Featherians - Winged people of Azure - pleaded with the king of Cletan. No matter how they tried, the Featherians could not stand to the might of Ares' warrior people, and so, the battle had been pushed to the gates of Paradise, Capital of Azure.

The king looked up, fur cloak billowing in the winds, bare chest rippling with power. He looked her in the eye, axes clutched in his hands, and spoke. "Too late, Nina. I have known you all my life. But I can't... I won't allow you to stomp my land, and kill the very people I swore to protect!" His gaze intensified; brown flashing with anger. How dare she. How dare she! And look at her! Floating just above the gate, 2 sorcerers on either side, spells ready to annihilate the fighters behind me. My people.

The queen clenched her fists, a tear falling from a baby blue eye. "Ares... I... I can not believe you would think I'd do such a thing! I would never issue an order that would put our friendship on the line! Please! We've spilt enough bloodshed this day! Please, Ares... stop this-" She was cut off, as an axe was thrown. Alala, a sorceress, flew to the front of Nina, axe cleaving her asunder. Nina was thrown out of the air, axe cutting where she was moments before. And Alala stared down at the gapping hole in her stomach, blood spilling. With a smile, satisfied that she saved the queen, Alala dropped to the ground before Ares, his axe whirling back, caught by a hand.

The remaining sorcerer helped the queen up on the gate, her dark blue dress soaked with blood. "Alala..." She whispered, sorcerer helping her to where they could see the, now, very dead Alala. "No... no... no... NO... NO!" She cried. And the king's words stabbed her to the core. "The death of the Featherians is all I have to say to you... murderer." Ares raised an axe, "LET LOOSE THE ROCS!" and he frowned at the queen. "I really am sorry, Nina. But you started this..." Cages were opened in the back of the army, Rocs shrieking as they flew high - 6, mounted with Cletan's Elite Berserkers. "...and now I'll finish it."

[Anarchy87]

"My lord, i suggest to wait it out. with in a few hours the sun will set.." the King of Utopia had gatherd his, generals short after the Featherian messege arrived. "the featherians have always been loyal allies, it would be wrong to leave them at thier fate!' another general spoke up, yet his cries of reason were to no avail. For every Generall that wanted to help thier ally, two others thought it would be wiser to wait it out, and for good reasons. Utopia was already under attack from two sides The Lycans and the Lizardpeople.
the meeting would likely take hours before they would agree..if ever..

"Enough..we are wasting time!" a young man clad in a green stood up in the great halls of Utopia.
"The Featherians are inneed of our help. I suggest sending a group of our Famed Griffon riders to witness these acts of war!
they would be there with in mere hours, if it is treuly as bad as this messege suggests. they could send back another messege, and your wise Advisors could determine what to do, as your Generals fail to do so.'
and the mans words burned in the hearts of the generals, as only the words of truth would.

"ok General, you may lead a group of our Griffon's Make us proud..Onwards to the armory. it would be shamefull to have one of our leaders carry That" the king spoke refering to the dull blade at Nicholai's hip.
they left the meeting room leaving nicholai confused on how he got 'promoted' from defending the east side of the capitol to leading a Griffon recon squad.
How did i get myself into this.. he sighed mounting a Griffon, the very same creature Utopia was renowned for.
Only a few beasts of war were as beautifull and gracefull as these Lions of the sky.
"General you are forgetting something" the king spoke bearing a Treuly Magificent saber in the hilt there was a silver Lion head.
The symbol of Utopia, and the Icon all the people stood for.

Pride
Power
Honor
and last but not least, Glory

it was a privilage to recieve such a mighty weapon, I couldn't believe i was worthy of such a token of might for doing in his mind little.
He and his group of fourteen elite Griffon riders took of to the sky's enough time has been wasted.

ooc: profile will come later the Mighty blade i refer to is:

www.weaponmasters.com/?ID=WEAPONS&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=&ITEM=WM-1642&TTAB=ADDITIONAL_IMAGES

btw i realise i gloryfied Utopia >.>
and, you may insert your profile later in the story if you like or don't. all up for personal preference i for one will make a profile in one of the upcoming posts..my char doesn't need to be detailed yet

[Vahalior]

Name: Krik'ta (Krik)
Age: Does not age (At least 5,000)
Race: Devourer
Home: Wanderer
Apperarance: Twisted and ghoulish, Krik, spreads fear like a plague wherever he is sighted. Stooped yet terrifyingly agile a creature from Man's darkest nightmare. Thin and wiry, he adorn himself with the still-wet hides of their victims, leaving the skinned corpses to sow fear and confusion amongst the enemies' ranks.

Kriks body is roughly human sized, his skin almost pure white, even when stooped, he is just over 6 foot tall. Wide, hunched shoulders support a leering, face, skin stretched tightly across it causing the veins to stick out above the skin, and long, five jointed whip like arms with retractable blades above the fingers. Extremely thin, even by Devourer standards, his ribs are always visible, and though lacking any visible muscle structure, (his skin is literally wrapped around his bones), he is extremely strong. Two longer blades can sprout from his wrist seemingly from nowhere, and these blades are frighteningly effective against both metal and flesh, capable of tearing through almost all metal and alloys with lethal efficency. Magical armour doesnt' appear to have any affect on these blades, they ignore magical enchantments completly.


Weapons: Himself

Prefered Fighting Style: Melee
History: Krik was one of the younger Devourers, which, for some reason meant he retained something of what the Mage-King tried to strip from him, but not much. A few tattered shreds of ego and memory is all that keeps him from falling into the abyss of madness and becoming a beast. He has almost no memories of what life was like as a human, only the faint knowledge that he was something else once. He hates the Mage-King with a fury tempered from years of isolation and self loathing. His alignment in this conflict, if indeed he has one, aswell as his motives, are completly unknown.
Other:
Krik can speak quite fluently, however his eerie rasping voice means not many people want him to do so. The way his words seem to run together and twist in a persons mind is also not exactly helpful in social situations. If he doesnt speak clearly and in simple terms, due to the beastial nature of his body, most people assume he is being hostile in some way.

I just re-read my profile for this. I will take some lessons in what good races are supposed to be like before the next character I invent whos on the side of light.....maybe. What? You saying you don't believe me?

[demented]

Name: Lucifana (Luci) Aranipha
Age: 19
Race: Arachnid
Home: Ebony Woods
Appearrence: Lucifana
Weapons:
Adrasil, Lucifana also carries a whip, made out of a material much like leather, embedded within it's braids are shards of metal and glass, the end having a tassle with a deadly amount of the sharp objects.
Spear of Darkness, The last thing on Luci's person is a small dagger, adorned with nude arachnid women, hidden on her body, usually in her bosom, or tucked in her hair like a decorative peice.

Preferd Fighting Style: Melee
History: Luci is one of the fairest of all Arachnid women, a trait which has brought her great fortune and many suiters. However, she has never settled down, the wild spirit within her never ceasing to keep her hungry. The Spider people of Ebony woods are not sure whom the direct decendant of their Seven was, but it is rumored to be their best hunter, Urogan, who's one weakness seems to be the fair Luci.
Other: Luci lives in one of the nicest castles in the woods, though to most people it would seem a dark, haunting place, it suits her just fine. She shares it with her servants, but better known as her friends, three other Arachnid women.

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"Luci! Luci! Come now, you have another message." cried Rosina, one of Luci's servants.

"What is it now Rosi?" Luci sighed with boredom. When she arrived at the open doorway of her abode, there was a male arachnid there, a servant of Urogan. Luci rolled her eyes at the servant, but a delightful whiff of fresh meat met her nose and her cover was almost blown by the rush of excitement coursing through her body. The servant gaped obviously at Lucifana, and stuttered when he spoke, telling her that Urogan has brought her a gift from his hunting. With a wave of her long nailed hand, Luci invited the servant to bring the gift inside.

"Oh Luci!" Rosi gasped, surveying the prize, "It's a Magia! And so handsome... and well endowed!" She giggled, licking her lips at the site of the fresh prey. He sat groaning on the floor, parilyzed, but otherwise in tact, save the bite marks on his chest. Nude, beautifully handsome, and just the right size, Luci was looking forward to the fun she would have with this one. However, the cost might be far too great.

"He'll do I suppose..." Luci said in a dismissive manner, her voice still impossibly bored and impatient. "Pray tell, what does Urogan want for the specimin?"

"Urogan requests you spend the next weekend at his abode, alone." The servant said, practically undressing Luci with his eyes.

"Is that all?" the arachnid cackled, "Bring me his book of spells and you have a deal."

With the book handed over, Luci dismissed the servant and ordered her prize sent to her room. She let him wait while she conversed with Harmine and Gigina, the other two of her servants. Luci sat by the women with a loud sigh, resting her feet upon the couch where she lay.

"Urogan brought you another gift?" Gigina spoke, fanning herself, her long black locks flowing in the created wind, "He is the most giving and handsome of all your suitors." she exclaimed with a hungry smirk on her face, a lustfull look in her eyes.

"Mmm yes, what I wouldn't give to bite into his luscious neck.." Harmine exclaimed, twirling her bright red hair with a single finger.

Luci laughed, half out of their foolishness, half out of disgust. "The thought sickens me." she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "The only good about that man would be the fame and constant promise of fresh meat.... Speaking of, is he prepared in my room? Just how I ordered?" A glint in Lucifana's usually dead, ice blue eyes was to be seen at the mention of the fine specimin that was presented to her.

"I tied him up myself, darling, extra careful not to spoil the goods, only a few scrapes from the capture.. He's in prime condition." Gigina spoke with a jealous tone. It was quite hard for her to not devour the man herself, but she resisted as always, for the fear of what Luci could do to her. She knew of the womans strength and heartlesness when it came to matters such as this.

"The paralysis should wear off in a few minutes, I know you like them to squirm and... rise to the occasion...

The servants laughed, as did Lucifana, but with that she left them, entering her quarters and locking the door behind her. Laying on her bed was the prey, naked and chained to the bed, his fingers twitching, his eyes opening at the sound of Luci slipping out of the dress she wore and into underclothings which were see through, lacy, seductive. She lay a single pale hand on his leg, walking upwards slowly, dragging her fingers after her, teasing with a light touch. She made it to his chest before digging her nail into his flesh causing a simple flesh wound, but it was enough to make him wince and produce some blood. Their eyes met, and the man knew he would probably die tonight, but what a way to go!

The stare never ceased as Luci bent to the wound, licking up the blood, letting the sweet taste melt onto her tongue, closing her eyes in bliss and anticipation, a slight moan from the delicious taste.

That night the man was used, devoured, and thuroughly enjoyed by the arachnid. She slept through the night and all through the next day, which was fine with her servants, for they got no sleep, kept awake by the moanings and screams coming from their employers room.

(OOC: Visual.. I know.. -_-" If anything isn't okay I guess I'll change it.)

[Archangel]

Miran Damarcy crouched in the corner of the small hut and sobbed, his head caught between his legs, great wracking cries echoing in the tiny room. He sobbed uncontrollably, and the people who came up to him, offering him food and water, could not console him. He refused to speak of what was wrong, refused to talk of what had happened. All he did was cry and cry and cry.

The humans of Utopia had found him wandering near the village earlier in the day. He had been wearing only a loose pair of leggings, and had his trusty weapons on him. They had never before seen a bola, a strange projectile weapon with incredible capabilities. Three heavy, perfectly round stones were connected together in the center by a meter-long leather strap, forming a kind of triangle when stretched out. The bola, an ancient hunting weapon, was of the projectile type, made to be thrown. The user twirled the weapon over his head, usually holding the nexus of the leather straps, and then released it in the direction of his prey or enemy. The weights could do many things, including wrap up an enemy's legs and trip them, to causing extreme blunt weapon damage to the body, like broken bones and bleeding. The bola was wrapped around his waist, like a belt, the weights dangling in the front. His push dagger was strange too, strapped to an elastic sheath on his lower arm and easily reachable if he did not wear a long-sleeved shirt (http://www.africut.co.za/images/Pushdag2002.jpg). And on the same elastic band was a single throwing star, which seemed to gleam with a strange light.

Wearing these things, the tribe had found the wanderer and brought him in. But he had reacted with fear and loathing at the touch of the human hands. He had almost struck out against the men that had gently lead him to a small hut on the outskirts of town, and since he had arrived there, he had done nothing but cry and cry and cry. Great, sobbing, gut-wrenching cries that seemed to come from deep inside of him, cries that brought tears to good men's eyes and made the women wipe away droplets of water constantly whenever in his presence. And yet the man had not uttered a single intelligible word since they had found him, and tried to care for him.

It neared sunset. As the sun sank into the West, suddenly Miran's crying came to an abrupt stop. The woman who had been trying to feed him an evening meal, but had been failing miserably, was astonished as the man raised his hand, higher and higher. Suddenly, it hit the soft red light streaming in from the window at a nearly horizontal angle, and he stared up at it. There was a kind of awe and wonder in his eyes as he looked at his hand, bathed in red light, coated with it. But there was fear there as well. Horrible, terrible fear. And guilt so deep no one could gauge its depths, guilt that turned his face into a horrible grimace after only a few seconds of staring. Suddenly he stood straight, his posture perfect. His eyes and cheeks were still stained with tears and puffy from crying. Quietly, without a word, he walked towards the door of the hut, as if drawn by an irresistable presence.

The woman came up behind him as he plodded to the door. "Sir? Sir? Are you...alright sir? Do you require assistance?" But the man said nothing. The woman saw now that he was not unattractive, being a tall figure with well-devoloped muscles and cascading raven hair. His tear-soaked eyes were a dark dark brown, almost black, and they were so filled with grief and guilt that they almost made the woman cry once again. And the man, Miran Damacy, stepped out of the doorway and into the street.

He looked up at the sky far above him even as the sun finally set in the West, its last fingers trailing away to nothing and leaving the night cool and dark. His eyes turned slowly across the sky, moving North and South, and finally settling in the East. And he stood there, utterly still, for a full half hour. The woman, completely confused, kept trying to coax him out of his semi-trancelike state, but her cajolings and pleadings fell on seemingly deaf ears. His muscled, bare chest rose and fell with astonishing regularity, and his eyes never moved from the Eastern sky. The woman went off and gathered others, who stood around him and touched him lightly and tried to awaken him from his trance. But he would not be awakened. And then, when there was a good group of about 20 people in a semicircle around him, it finally happened. He sighed, a deep and sorrowful sigh. And as he sighed, the very tip of the First Moon rose over the edge of the trees to the East.

The people watched in horror, as suddenly Miran's body doubled over, as if in pain. He groaned, a loud, unintelligible groan, and held his hands to his stomach, as if he were about to get sick. People rushed forward, grabbing him, rubbing his back, telling him to let it out, whatever it was. And it would feel better. So soo much better. They had no idea what they were saying, but it turned out to be so incredibly true.

They heard the cracking of bones, and something struck them as odd. He groaned, and they watched as the bones and the muscles in his body rearranged themselves. The feet formed stubby protrusions instead of toes, and bent up and backward, almost like a bird. The chest spread as if the ribs were ripped wider, and the muscles bulged and grew all along his body. They couldn't see his head or his hands...they were tucked underneath him. But they could see the ridges on his spine that formed quickly, popping into place. They stared, shocked and amazed, before finally realizing what was happening. But before anyone could react, anyone could scream out the cursed word that would send them all shrieking back to their homes, Miran attacked.

He suddenly snapped up, and his face ripped into a nearby man's torso. They saw the man's face now...it was elongated, a demon's face, a canine face. With a muzzle, a dark black nose, and a long line of ridiculously jagged teeth, the muzzle ripped into the man in front of him, tearing out his guts in an instant. And Miran's hands came forward, gripping the man, and they could see that his hands were now tipped with fearsome claws and vicious beyond all measure. Even as he tore into the unfortunate man, hairs sprouted all along his body, dark black hairs that matched his raven hair and made him appear one with the night. And that's when they finally started to run.

But they didn't get far.

Within a span of half an hour, the village was destroyed. Those who could had run away in terror, screaming the cursed names and bellowing chants against evil spirits. And Miran was left, in his Lycanthropic form, with a dozen dead bodies. Casually, but viciously, the Werewolf went to work on the bodies, eating them until he could glut himself no longer on the blood and flesh of the dead. Then, silently, he moved into the deep, dark woods that bordered the town, and disappeared into the darkness so easily, it was as if he had never been.

[Vahalior]

"LEAVE ME BE! OR THE GRAVEL WILL GET YOU!" Screamed the woman as the two men dragged her deeper into the woods. Thier hands were covered in a thick fur, mouths slobbering and nose elongated into a slight muzzle. The transformation from man to wolf was so much more difficult during the daylight hours, even for ones as old as those. It looked as if they had simply ran out of energy half way through the change.
"The Gravel?" One of them growelled, snorting to punctuate the sentence before cocking his head sideways and looking to his companion.
"Never heard of it, probably a local monster used to scare the cubs." The second one had almost orange fur, and his voice was much more guttural, clearly he was futher into become a wolf than his companion. He panted as he leered at the helpless young woman, thick black hair now matted and wet tumbling acorss her form, torn clothes dragging across the floor revealing just a little more of her form to his hungry eyes.
"HES REAL!" She pleaded, tensing her muscles and trying to free herself. The fear in her adding some strength to her movements and almost pulling one of the lycans over, almost.

Delivering a sharp kick to her ribs, the Orange furred Lycan let frothy spit dribble from his mouth across the womans face. "The only thing you have to worry about being real is what I am going to do to you..." He drawled. "And then what Daryll will do." Daryll merely stared at her and growelled deep at the back of his throat in response, before snickering slightly and gripping her arm tightly and the two continued dragging her deeper into the woods. Her screams for help became more frequent, more desperate, though gradually quietening as the cold hopelessness stifled her breath, instead, all her body could do was tremble in response as she attempted to loosen her arms.

Eventually reaching a slightly clearing in the wood, Daryll and Sledge tied the woman to with thick black rope around a tree. Her feet dabgled in the stinging nettles, and she lacked the energy to raise them.

"You guard Daryll, I'll go first." Removing a knife from his leather belt, Sledge began to work at expertly butchering the threads that held what remained of her olive dress together.

"You always get to..."

"KNEAL!!!" Slege wasn't sure exactly what he saw. A man, no, something pressed into the shape of a man, its form hunched and flesh palid, had simply appeared from somewhere in the undergrowth, running past Daryll and screaming in a voice fitting only for something not of this earth. The stench of rotting flesh followed instantly after it.

Daryll slumped to the ground with a audiable grown as his knee, now literally cleaved in two gave way and caused him to fall downwards. Blood spurted across the ground from his ruined knee joint, the thing, whatever it was, that had attacked him, apparently disappearing entirely. Sledge moved back towards the girl, nervously glancing around him, trying to locate where that thing had come from, and where it had gone. How had such a large thing simply crept up on them? How long had it being following them? What the hell was it? Its blades seemed to literally shoot from its wrists and fingers!

"Be quiet Daryll, I can find this thing, just keep it down!" Sledge closed his eyes for a second before, with a strange sound like ligaments tearing, his ears distorted slightly to be more wolf like. Insantly his hearing improved, yet Darylls moaning had upset the local wildlife, he could hear birds flapping in the trees, deers scampering away. And somewhere, he was sure, in that raging cacaphony of sound, was the sound of that thing moving back into position for another attack.

"I told you the Gravel would get you..." The young woman, her voice wavering and trembling with exhaustion at fear. "It doesn't allow your kind in its woods..." She explained, her eyes dim from the exertion of keeping concious.

"What the hell is that thing?" Was alll he managed to say as he spun on his heel to look her in the eye.

"Nobody knows, not even the village elders know what it is." Her eyes and head rolled as she spoke, her voice so disconnected from the situation that it unnerved Sledge slightly, how could she not fear that thing?. "Yet, whatever it truely is, it has...guarded these woods, and our village...for generations..." Her head dropped as unconciousness claimed her. At that second, the thing sprang once again from the undergrowth, silver blades glinting in the sunlight as it bounded towards Daryll before, in a frenzy of blades it simply tore his body apart. Its limbs bent in impossible places, literally directing the blades in its wrists to amputate both of Darylls arms at the elbow, before bringing them through his chest and across his neck. The smaller blades over its fingers ripping into flesh and carving it away from the bone wherever they went. The whole time the things joints creaked and popped, muscles sticking out like taunt wires and veins pulsing across its skin, dead eyes staring coldly into Sledges eyes as though daring him to attack it.

[shadows]

Cyan, the Sorcerer, struggled with his distraught queen - relieved when the Elite Guard combatted the Rocs. The battle had taken a turn for the worse, king of Ares ordering his warriors to unleash the battering ram against the gate of Paradise. However, the Featherians would not hand over their Capital, choosing to, now, fight the Cletans. They would hold deep regret for spilling the warrior people's blood, but they had no choice. They would not stand by idly as Azure fell.

"Cyan," Nina began.

"My queen?"

"It is time, to show them why we are the Lance."

"But queen..." He gasped, "...you know Ares! He would never do something like this without reason! There has to be a way we can-"

"No."

Pushing the Sorcerer aside, the queen of Azure walked to the edge of the gate. "WARRIOR PEOPLE OF CLETAN," She boomed over the battlefield, as all heads turned, and then silence, "I DO NOT KNOW WHY YOUR KING HAS PLEDGED WAR THIS DAY, DO NOT KNOW WHY BLOODSHED HAS BEEN DRAWN, BUT THIS IS MY LAND, AND I HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO PROTECT THE FEATHERIANS![/b]"[/color] Her voice then took a sinister tone, so unlike the queen, and it raised caution to the wind. "AND SO, I BID YOU FAREWELL - GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK."

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE GATE!" Ares roared, but it was to no avail. Cyan watched in horror as spears of light dropped from the dark skies, crashing into the ranks of the Cletans. The spell did not stop there, explosions resonating from the spears' impact.

The smoke was thick, the screams were loud. This is why the Featherians were second to the Magia in magic...

[Kaisar]

Name: Kiera Dark-Moon
Age: 18
Race: Dragon hybrid
Home: Lizargia, the montins boardering the sea to the south
Appearrence: Standing 6 ft tall, she is broad shouldered and well built. Her upper torso is human and scale less but from the waist down her leg are dragon legs covered in ebody scales and her feet ae four toed claws. she also has a tail and growing out of her back are a pair of ebony ribbed wings (much like a bats). Her hair is like her scales, Ebony with the only other color being two red streaks through the back and is waist length, left to hang loose with four small braids (each side) tied together at the back of her head. A pair of small ebony horns grow from just behin her ears and curbe over the top and against her temples so they protrude fowards from the sides of her forehead (an inch in length). Her arms while human to look at also have three small sharp spine projecting upwards from the elbow and can sprad outwards at will. Thier edges are sharp and strong. The fingers of her hands from midway down her forearm become dragonish again with the ends of her fingers holding sharp strong claws that can renderflesh to shreds if and when she chooses. Her eyes are a mezmerizing amber that change colour depending on her mood (see below for basic color chart). She also has a tail which is 5 ft long and like the rest of her scales ebony black.

She wears an indigo sash at her waist with the knot at her left side. In indigo brest band that is held up with the ends being tied at the back of her neck, crossing over her breasts and then wrapping around her waist benieth her sash befire being tied off with the sash's knot. and a silver arm band inlayed with gold, a strangly beutiful metal work for a rave of primitive creatures.
Weapons: Her claws, strength and Fire breath (only when 'changed')

Preferd Fighting Style: Melee
History: Young for her race she is considered still a child she loves to wander and explore which has seen her move into some of te less explored areas of Lizargia. Like most youngsters of Lizargia she was left to fend for herself, only those who survive the thirty years of being alone are considered adults.
Other:
As a Dragon Hybrid her kind os Lizargian live three times that of the lizard hybrids. (up to 300 years old) but it is rare for a Dragon Hybrid to live that long as they tend to die within thier first 150 years.

Emotions with reguards to eye color:-
Red=Anger
Orange=Irritated
Amber=Neutral
Green=Happy
Gray=Sad
Blue=Sick
Light Green/Lime=Amused
Mixed colors indicate mixed emotions.

Kiera has the ability to 'transform' and become dragonized so to speak. Her upper torso changesand becomes like her lower torso with the black ebony scales. Her face also changed ceasing to be human and becoming a dragon head and she gains the ability to breath a jet of flame 20 ft long and spit fireballs from up in the air to rain down on those below her.
(Is a liquid fire so a bucket of water will only spred the flames as they can float on water the only way ot put it out is either lots and lots of water essentialy drowning the flames or covering the affected areas in dirt or sand.)

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Kiera trod carefully across the mountain range of Lizargia her claws gripping stones easily even on the most unstable of terrain. Her wings were folded comfortably about her shoulders like a cloak. She walked along the most northern mountains bordering one of the other countries, they had perplexed her ever since she was old enough to walk. She sighed contently looking out over the landscape, her eyes taking on a deep emerald hue signifying her contentment.
Stones stirred overhead and she looked up frowning as the shadows of the mountains. Hade her ears deceived her?
The stone stirred again and Kiera’s frown deepened, her eyes losing their green hue, to be replaced by a deep orange. Spreading her wings she crouched and looked up the spines on her arms spreading. Then from overhead she heard the vile shriek of a bird.
Two harpies sprang from the cliff and attacked, she sprang sideways avoiding their claws and jumped into the air her wings beating hard as she lifted into the air fast. She glared at them her eyes blood red and descended fast her hand claws tearing at the torso of the first harpy. She shrieked her feet claws catching a few scales on Kiera’s legs ripping them off and leaving bloody patches where they had been before falling to the ground with her throat torn out as Kiera finished her.
She had no time to react however as the second slammed her from behind. Claws digging into the soft scaless skin of her back. They hit the ground hard, the wind getting knocked out of Kiera lungs under the impact, but it didn’t stop her defending herself. Gasping for breath she bit back a scream as the harpy laughed digging her sharp talons in harder and twisted throwing her off balance and lunged breaking her wing arm with a precise twist before ramming her other hand between the harpy’s breasts ignoring the blood that gushed out as its heart was crushed under the blow. The harpy shuddered once then laid still.
Quivering Kiera stood up wincing at the pain in her back and turned looking to the north again. Decided then and there she began walking down the mountain intent on leaving Lizargia to see the world. It couldn’t be any more dangerous for a child then the mountains of her birth place.

[Anarchy87]

several hours after taking to the sky's, nicholai and his 'humble' group of griffon riders soared above the treacherous Ebony woods.
so..beautifull.. he thought as his gaze fell onto the most Gorgeous. -exposed- woman he had ever seen
"don't worry lad..you'l have your chance" Austin the Veteran rider of the group said laughing at Nicholai's reaction.
"ah but if its worth risking my life..i know not" he said calmly, yet in his mind he savored the image of the arachnid.
and the thought of taking one as his own made the distant trip pass swiftly, hours became minutes and minutes, turned to Seconds.

wen the featherian city roze above the horizon, nicholai unsheated his blade. Admiring his reflection in the seemingly flawless Saber.
"for glory" were the words almost in whisper as the distant spots formed into warriors "and HONOUR!" they roared raising thier weapons, diving into the field of battle below.
"go for the Rocs first!" Austin roared taking the lead on the assault. the riders followed close behind him some preparing thier rifles others used lances and sabers.

"FIGHT ME!" Nicholai bellowed at a bezerker, the answer came quick in the form of a Axe barely missing my head.
and with that the deadly dance of death started, by each pass the zerkers axe met My saber.
on the fifth pass the zerker made the mistake to swipe for my griffon he left his gaurd down, a mistake that would be his last as i brought down my blade, and with it his head. the decapitated body fell down in the croud of regrouping cletans bellow, the tide of battle turned against Ares

As Nina unleashed another deadly storm of spears, into the ranks of warrior people.
a cold shiver left my spine, at the powers of these magic spears..this battle had taken enough lives, it was wrong, foolish and insane to contineu the battle

"Ares..this is Madness surrender now..Enough blood has been sheath!"


ooc: i realise this post looks like it was made by a Amateur, but hey who am i kiddin' I still am at rookie level if you look at the posts..

[shadows]

Ares turned to Nicholai. "Fuck off!"

"I agree, Utopia. I appreciate your 'coming to my rescue', but I can defend Azure on my own. That is why I am this land's Queen!" Glancing to Nicholai, Nina crossed her arms over her bosom, and began an incantation.

Cyan, casting into the ranks of the Cletans, looked to his Queen. He knew this magic. The magic of Magia's relic. The Book of Light. If she were to... "Stop this, my Queen! You can not!" Ares watched in awe as the Queen raised a hand, clouds rolling in the dark skies overhead. Cyan, seeing this, flew to his Queen's side - not getting far as a barrier bolted him to the gate, the Queen levitating. Cyan struggled to his feet, pleading with the Queen, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Ssik gnihsinup ruoy, yovne ruoy ot wotseb, rewop ruoy llac I, Srats," Thunder boomed, lightning struck, winds howled, "Tnavres fo layol ruoy erofeb sloof eseht etalihinna, ouy hcaeseb I," A ball of power sparked to life in the Queen's hand, strengthening. Growing. Cyan looked to Nicholai, and then to Ares, screaming over the spell. "YOU NEED TO RUN. NOW! PLEASE, GET OUT OF HERE! YOU WILL ALL PERISH SHOULD SHE CALL FORTH THIS MAGIC! TAKE YOUR MEN, AND RUN!!![/b]"[/color]

"I WILL NEVER BACK DOWN FROM THE ONE WHO SLAUGHTERED MY PEOPLE!" Ares roared in response, ordering his warriors to stand their ground.

"Then... I hope you will find peace in death..." He muttered sadly.

[Anarchy87]

'what the.. THEY called for our help..gratitude these days" nicholai grumbeld under his breath at the obvious lack of respect both of the races had. no wonder they are at war he sighed before the show of power began
'what the..' he said in awe at the spell, the queen began to chant.
then it suddenly struck him, like a bolt of thunder "Austin! Take your men and leave!" but wh- " NOW"he interrupted theveteran, no matter the cause, nor the reason of Nina's sudden outburst, Nicholai couldn't allow this to happen..
he brought his griffon in the void between the cletans and herself before pleading
"Please, i know not of the reason. i don't know WHY you commanded your army to not kill the cletans..yet you..one of noble heart choose to do it..yourself" he took a deep breath, thinking this could be his last breath on gods green earth " i beg of you..spare these ignorant of souls... Genocide is not the answer" he begged motioning to the cletans he 'waved'sayiing 'go..please..leave' a tear began to well up in his eye, not at the thought of his own seemingly inevitable death..no, he weeped at the thought of this madness..this..onslaught

[shadows]

A fluke, maybe, but Nicholai's words saw the clouds dissapearing. The Queen slowly dropped her arm, ball of Light disintegrating. For a long while, she stared Nicholai in the eye. And then, wrecked by a pain of knowing she slaughtered Cletan people, Nina dropped to the gate like a rag doll, barrier cancelling out. Nicholai saw the Queen, who was so willing to use the sacred magic of the Book of Light, sob. She cried, and cried, and cried. She cried out the loss of her friend, Ares. The loss of Alala. The loss of Featherians. The loss of Cletan people. "What have I done..."

Ares watched with an unidentified emotion. The spear was of cyan color, but he had never questioned Azure. What right did he have to kill? Did he have any proof? No? He had nothing. He knew nothing. He was foolish. "STAND DOWN!"

The Elite 'Zerkers in the air snarled, directing the Rocs back to the ranks. And the warriors backed off from the Featherians. Cyan sighed in relief. "Thank God it is over..."

But even though his Queen was back, she was still in a state of distress. And he did not know if this was something she could get out of...

[Anarchy87]

ooc: prepare for the worst

bic:

'a man..should never cry..' Isaid looking down to the ground below, with a look of pity .
Nicholai winced, as a tear left his eye. wiping his tears asside he thought of this..moment of weakness what would my father think of this?

The thought of what I did brought a smile across my lips..yet saddend me at the same time. i don't know what to think..
sighing i dwelled of to passed times, wen i was still young and foolish smilling I thought of how little had changed since then. my father..a proud man always saying a man is above emotion "don't make decisions based on them, son" he would say hand ontop my shoulder after i made a rash decision i would regret moments later.

yet, my mother..god bless her soul was like the counter weight, always standing up for me..no matter what i did 'a treu man isn't affraid to show his feelings. and act accordingly" she would say, yet..now i see this women..Nina make such..reckless..stupid decisions im starting to think dad was..no is, right..women are to emotional for war

but.. if that is so..why do i feel this..pity.. for her?

-shaking my head i looked up to the women-
foolish..no..poor girl i thought as, a smile crept across my lips, no ammount of words would be enough to say what the smile could. if only she knew what the one's around her thought of her..

ooc:..Emotion..wow Beer ish good for rp >.>

[shadows]

A Roc landed on the gate, rider leaping off the bird. He took slow, deliberate steps towards the Queen, her looking to Nicholai. That smile of his made her think about the land of Azure. Her people. They needed her. She could not break. And as she thought this, she felt strong arms wrap around her. "Who...?" She asked, looking up at the face of Ares.

"I'm sorry," He muttered. He gently wiped away the Queen's tears, and could see, that she was not crying anymore. She smiled, a weak smile, and wrapped her own arms around the King. "I thought... I had lost you..." She frowned, and seeing that the King was about to speak, silenced him with a finger to his lips. "I swear to you, Ares, Azure did not fell Cretian Stronghold. I..."

"You?"

"I love you, you big oaf." She announced, grin from ear-to-ear. The Cletans, and the Featherians had always lived peacefully - and there had always been a bond between their leaders. But the question was, was it love? Does the King love the Queen back?

Ares scooped the Queen up, standing tall. And he kissed her. He kissed her passionately, and she was taken aback by the love. But a shocked Nina kissed back, with just as much ferocity. And Cyan, and the Featherians, and the Cletan roared with approval. After what seemed like an eternity, the two parted, gazing lovingly into eachother's eyes before looking to Nicholai.

"What's your name?"

"How can we ever thank you?"