The Army of Death (PG-15) *Sign-ups*

[Shadowfaith]

The Army of Death
PG-15 for Violence​

Lorette, a kingdom of great beauty, once ruled by the great and kindly king, Sir Augustus Valentine, he had shown love to the common folk of his kingdom, allowing both men and women to live as equals. He saw all species of living folk as beautiful creatures in his eyes, from the magical elves of the Acroven forest to the horrid Vampires of the lunar land. These creatures were all at peace, even the carnivorous creatures such as Werewolves and Dragon’s, his land was truly a miracle.

The Vampires, though blood suckers, were granted permission to feed off of the animals who resigned on the outskirts of the lunar land, though they were forbidden to feed on that of humans, unless they wished themselves killed by holy silver. They agreed to these arrangements, they were even aloud to mingle with the likes of humans, but only if their promise was kept.

Werewolves lived along side the Vampires of the Lunar lands, and granted to same hunting permission, though in the past, there had been rumours of the Vampires and Werewolves having their territorial differences, but Humans and Elves were told not to meddle in their affairs unless they possessed a death wish.

All was running perfectly, until one fateful day…

“Look at it” The wise wizard stated, a hand placed on the shoulder of the young lad standing at his side “This is now yours, your father has passed away and now you own this great land before you and the peasants that live in it” he grasped the younger shoulder and watched as he scanned his newly acquired land.

Sir Augustus Valentine had passed away only two days ago due to a serious case of the flue, his will stated that the kingdom of Lorette be passed into the hands of his son, Sir Harry Valentine. But the young heir knew not of how to rule his own land and his stomach fluttered from the horror of the moment.

“But, I don’t know-” The young man was cut off with a harsh laugh from the aging wizard “Which is why I am going to help you, Harry. Do not worry I will teach you how to rule this land. Your father was a fool, he did not have the will power to teach these peasants the way to behave in his presence, but you will rule this country with power, I will help you, Harry”

~*Ten years later*~​

The Kingdom of Lorette is under the control of the Iron Fisted, King Valentine who rules with power and fear. The land is not as it was ten years ago, no; now it stands as a waste land, crushed under the fury of the king and his most powerful army, the army of death.

Humans and demons alike run from the mere mention of his name, not wanting to fall victim to this unholy king and his cursed army. There stands no army in any other kingdom who can withstand his power, not with the Wizard stood at his side at least. Kings have fallen, Queens slaughtered and their army’s killed or taken for their own, many kingdoms have fallen to his might.

The Kings army is made up of many, from mere humans to powerful creatures such as the Undead and the cursed. They themselves seek power and bow to the king upon his word that they will get it. They have fallen under his control and now kill for pleasure.

The Forest of Acroven, home to the mythical Elven people and their steeds, is the only place left untouched by the king, as it is said to be protected by the fallen leaders of their kind. This holy sanctuary has become home to many rogue groups of humans as the Elven people have been kind enough to share their home for the time being, until the king has been defeated, for they believe that the king’s rain will not continue for much longer, and he will soon be over thrown.

The Lunar land has also been untouched, but only for the mere reason that the king offered them a prize that they could not refuse. If they were to join him in his rain over the land, he would allow them to feed off of the humans and creatures that refused to join him in battle. Eager to taste the sweet taste of human blood once again, most agreed eagerly to this and joined the king without though.

The Vampiric queen, Kali, pleaded that they not give in to such temptation, for she was a true follower of Augustus Valentine, and she knew that this was not his wish, she would not go back on her loyalty, no matter how tempting the offer…only few loyal Vampires stayed along side her in her decision.

Back at the castle, Princess Loretta, named after the mighty land itself could take no more of the selfishness of her brother, King Valentine and has fled from her home in search of Warriors who could help her take revenge on her brother and release the word from his wrath. Some say she is the descendant of Angels and possesses extraordinary powers, but if this is true, why has she not over thrown her brother and claimed rule over the throne…could it be her love that prevents her from brining harm upon her brother?

She now seeks all; Undead, cursed and humans for aid to overthrow her brother and his army of death and save the countless lives of those that suffer across the many lands her brother has claimed rule over.

Sum up:​

Basically, you are one of the rogue creatures who have either fled to the forest of Acroven, or remain in hiding elsewhere in the Kingdom of Loretta (or another kingdom). You lead a rouge group of warriors who do not approve the rain of King Valentine and so pray for his downfall.

Soon, you will all gather in the forest of Acroven and prepare to make an Army worthy of Angels and Devils (Whatever path you follow) and try to overthrow the king and protect Kingdoms from the wrath of the Army of Death. The more Kingdoms you save, the more men you receive and the more powerful you get. Will you be able to overthrow the most powerful army in the land?

Sign ups:​

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species: *
Steed: **
Description: (I would say this is set in the time of Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table)
Personality:
History:
Other:
Sample RPG: This can be a link to a post you made in another RPG.

*Species:

Humans: There are many rouge groups of humans left in the land, and so this would be the most common choice. You carry little weaponry and armour, but this will soon be changed.

Vampires: The only known group of Vampires in the land are that of Kali's group who live in the Lunar lands. Vampires are known to be creatures of the night, though some have learnt to withstand the light, eventhough they still dislike it. They drink blood for a living and so need to feed at least once in a night.

If you wish to be a Vampire then you either have to go under the rule of Kali or, you can be rouge who found yourself either thrown from the army of death, or you left. Though you will have to join up later on with Kali and join her group. So in other words you will either be apart of Kali's group from the very start or join up with her later on.

Elves: Loretten Elves live in the forest of Acroven, but there are other species of elves that live in the land, the Loretten elves cannot be controlled by anyone though, because they are all about peace and only give aid, they do not fight. If you wish to be an elf, then you will have to take control of a group that is from another kingdom.

Werewolves: Live along side the Vampires in the land of Lunar, but were too vicious and uncontrolled to be taken into the kings army if a full moon were to occur. Werewolves are a choice, but they will be quite hard to control during the RPG as the full moon brings about insanity, they will most probably attack their allies in these moment.

Other: If you have another recommendation for a species, then you will have to PM me.

**Steeds:

Horse: The most common steed will probably be used by Humans and Vampires.

Dragon: A rare steed that will be used by Humans who were once in the services of the King. These beasts comes in many shapes and sizes, their appearance is up to you.

Unicorn: A steed found only in forests that are inhabited by elves and can only be handled by those of Elven kind.

Hellhounds: Found only in the lunar lands, these beasts are usually killed and devoured by Werewolves, but used as steeds by Vampires.

Other: If you have an idea for another species of steed them PM me.

Controlling your group:​

As you are the leader of a rouge group, you will have to take charge of all the members who form it. Though the leader will be the main character, you may have to give a status report on how your group holds off in battle; some characters may be used more than others though. For example, you could be in controll of a group of fifty members, but you will only use five main character or even one. But you will have to describe how your whole group fairs off in battle and travel.

My sign up:​

Name: Kali Lagura

Age: Looks to be around 21, is in fact 244

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Steed: A black stallion with decaying features. In the daylight it appears to be a normal, pitch black horse. But in the dark of night, its body decays and it becomes skeletal-like in appearance. Ruby eyes and prune-like skin.

Description: Kali has long flowing black hair which bares silver streaks and to strands of which fall down past blood red. Her skin is a pasty white colour and bares no scars only strange markings which wind themselves around the sleek curves of her body. She stands at around 5’7 and wears tattered clothing, which consist mainly of rangers clothing; a black tunic and leather trousers accompanied by heavy boots with metal clasps, many black belts wrap themselves securely around her lithe frame and strange markings can be seen etched into the pale skin just above the collar of her tunic, some wonder whether her whole body is covered by the satanic markings. Secured at her belt are two sword sheathes which bare mighty, silver bladed swords with grand handles, though this lithe form is covered by a large, long flowing cloak which is some times held closed by a golden chain at the collar. The fangs that penetrate her pink gums are normally seen piercing the sensitive skin of her lower lip, drawing blood in the process which is usually licked up by an abnormally large tongue.

Personality: Kali is anything but lady like and will not stand down at the hands of men when she is told to. Her sarcastic and witty nature normally deprives her of true friends, but she is looked up to by many of her species for having the strength to lead a clan of her own as well as her glorious rain. She is caring only for her people and will show no mercy to those, whom threaten her, any companions she makes on her many journeys are normally forgotten in a heartbeat (Bit of Irony there because Vampires hearts do not beat XP).

History: Kali was bitten at the tender age of 21 by a Vampire named Vladimir, he cared for her for many years and taught her how to defend herself when in trouble and told her the ways of the Vampire nature. At the age of 100 she had seen more than what the great kings of that era had and was already skilled in the ways of battle. She killed countless through bloodlust and for a short while remained alone, fighting her own battles and pillaging from villages. When she came to the age of 180 she met with others of her species, and slowly began to create a rule of her own. Many looked up to her and counted on her for their blood, they killed countless at her orders and still do to this vary day. Kali is the leader of a bunch of rogue Vampires who were cast aside by the ones they loved after being turned by those their families hate so much.

When the Augustus became king, he announced that they be treated as equals as long as they secede their killing of humans. Wanting the best for her race, she agreed to this, and declared peace between the Vampiric race and the Humans race, she has been loyal to the king ever since, even fighting in battles along side him, her loyalty still remains for him, even in his death, multiple times had she offered to turn him into one of her own, but he simply declined, he had stated that God had made his decision and that he would die a human.

Other: None.

I'm trying this one last time, because I enjoyed it when it kicked off the first time. But if this doesn't work out, then it is unlikely to return again. If you haev any questions, then PM me.

 

[squirtleking]

Name: Alexander Loretti

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Steed: none

Description: Alexander is roughly six feet tall, with a slender yet muscular frame. His dark hair falls almost to his shoulders, and his green eyes are constantly bright and sharp. He has pale skin, and a long scar up his right leg, the trophy of his victory over a rogue Werewolf - the wolf's claw tore through the front of his leg, across the knee, forever reducing his agility. He wears a long cloak over his body to disguise his disability, yet without it is far more impressive, clad in chain mail and an emerald green overcoat. He has no sword, but an emerald dragon-hilted dagger rests in his belt.

Personality: When with friends, Alexander's true personality shines through; his calm and caring self, combined with his humour and honour, make him easily likeable to many. However, some scars run deeper than others, and Alexander has sworn to personally slay King Valentine himself, to avenge the deaths of his family. This burning desire for revenge can drive him out of control in battle, mercilessly attacking even when the battle has ended.

History: At the age of 20, Alexander returned home to discover that his family, long time opponents of King Valentine, had been attacked by a Wolf pack, sent by the King himself. Alexander's parents, brother and cousins were all brutally slain by the creatures, their corpses slowly bleeding on the crimson earth. However, his sister still lived; alas, she had been bitten by the creatures, and transformed into a werewolf herself. Regretting his choice deeply, Alexander battled with the creature that had once been his blood, finally killing it - though not without suffering greivous injuries, and breaking his sword in two. Now, five years on, he has sworn revenge, and seeks out the resistance forces, aiming to give every breath in his body to overthrow King Valentine...

Other: None

 

[Lemurian]

Name: Alexhaur Merthal
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Steed: None

Description: Alexhaur is tall for his age and is muscular built. His legs are long and atheltic and his arms are muscular built as well. His face is harsh and a short, brown beard together with a pair of crimson eyes decorate his face. His hair is a brown mess, which seems like it was last combed two years ago. He dresses in black and dark blue clothing, consisting of a rough woolen shirt and a pair of thin pants. Outside this, he wears a hooded cape that can envelop all of him when spread out wide. A belt spans 'round the pants and from it hangs a crude steel-hammer.

Personality: Alexhaur is a silent man. He will never speak, not even under torture, simply because his toungue has been cut off ( see History ). He communicate with those few fellow men he meet by pointing and body language. He is very shy but has a very good memory of anything he sees or hears. He has understood the threath from the King and is planning to use his power for good. He is very strong, after many years living in the wild ( again, see history ) and has almost maintained a sort of control in his werewolf form. But, that control isn't much to trust.

History: Alexhaur was found in the woods outside a small, hidden village when he was three. He was found by a pair of lumberjacks that kept him as their own. When he was five, he started transforming into a werewolf and his parents fled.

He started wandering the forest around the cottage alone and reached the village close by. The villagers though, had been informed by the lumberjacks and tried to kill him. Unfortunatly, this was under a full moon night, so Alexhaur transformed and killed two men. He ran away from the angry villagers and reached the neighbour village, which hadn't been informed.

There he was brought up by a very understanding family which kept him hidden every night. But once, he escaped and killed a man. The villagers cut off his tongue but let him live there as long as someone made sure he was locked tight in at night. Like this, he lived for 13 years, becoming a blacksmith in the town. When the Army of Death appeared, he ran away and started living in the forest, guarding passerbys without them knowing from various animals in the forest. His strength grew and so did the rumors about the King. At that time he also started to communicate with the wolves around in the forest, as they regarded him a sort of honorary wolf. He soon became the leader of a small pack of 20 wolves, but he also made contact with other wolf-packs, something which was very unlikely for a normal wolf. When he became 35, rumors reached him about the counter-army in Acroven and so he started travelling that direction. He travels with his pack of now 30 wolves and he has sent messengers to other packs to ask of their help.

Other: None.
Sample RPG: Taken from Zelda: The Rising Darkness.

Grahm-thol." Haur muttered as he got off the horse. The strange and morbid language of the eldest Stalfoses was popular for one thing; its curses. A long line of these was uttered between his skeleton teeth. The helmet on his head weighed down, but he was no mere animation. He was a full Stalfos. The complete opposite of what was in front of him.

Three skinny Stalfoses stood before him. None bore the Feather and only one had the Stone. "Well, good morning, corpses." he greeted them, the sarcasm dripping of each word. "Are you prepared to die?" They all nodded. "Piles of junk!" Haur screamed at them. "You are already dead! When you die this time, you will feel nothing! The sword is the last thing you ever will feel. And you three recruits have to remember one thing. It's a big chance that that sword can be MINE if you don't obey me! You heard that?" The three nodded again, a bit more rushed and forced this time. "Good." he snarled at them. "Now, get ready to march! We've got Hylian blood to spill on the grass of Hyrule. Get them bones moving!"

He looked at them as they hurried to get their last things. He were to be the only Stalfos with the Two Feathers that had to survive with this puny piles of old bones. Finally, the three were ready. Their swordes were hanging with their still almost unused shield. Their plain grey helmets shone without any trace of blood. It was almost something Haur could spit at, had he still been a human. But their minds and weapons would all be coated in blood soon enough. They were going to be transferred to the main front. There, the enemy was ready to be cut down. He could feel the cold smile broading over his face. The recruits misunderstood this and became eased. "Move!" he shouted at them. "Follow me!" He jumped in the saddle of his horse and began riding slowly away. The three soldiers followed him. This was gonne be like the eternal fires of The Everlasting Pain...for the Hylians.

NOTE: Yeah, it's the same guy as last time. Hope you don't mind.

 

[Bandana]

Name: Elva

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Human, but her and her family live with the Elves in Acroven.

Steed: None. But hopes of having one soon.

Description: Elva wears a wooden circlet that rests on her dirty, straw-blonde hair which is tied up in two plaits. She is very skinny and light, which makes her fast and agile. Elva wears a plain, dity white shawl over her light green dress which is cut just above the knee, so she can move around better. Elva has dull green eyes and runs around bare feet.

Personality: Elva is mainly quiet because, since she's in such a big family, she doesn't get much of a say. But sometimes, when she is angry or upset, Elva will shout anything to the world. Elva has an extended knowledge of other creatures, which is why she doesn't get along so well with other children. She actually thinks before she speaks or acts.

History: Elva's family fled to the Forest of Acroven because they were in great fear of the King. Elva however, was born in the Acroven and spent her entire life in there. Because of not much to do, Elva liked to explore. So her feet can survive many different types of terrain and she can climb most things. But one day, Elva came across a hole in a tree. When she entered it bats attacked her, causing her to fall over on top of worms and various other insects. Elva was so scared that she didn't quite know what happened, but the tree somehow spat her out and stopped the bats from going after her, to further scare her. Since then Elva has a theory, and it's nearly proven, that the trees protect her. This puzzled her parents and older siblings so no one talked more of it.

Other: Elva is the only girl to have been born in the forest of Acroven and was basically named after the Elves, as a thank you. And, without Elva's knowledge, they have promised the Elves that they can have her if they ever need her. And that's how she gets chucked in the army, despite her age.

Sample RPG:

Elva was bored as there wasn't much to do. It would help if one of her siblings played a game with her, but since she told them her tree theory they basically avoided her.
It was funny how they always thought that she was wierd because she was born in Elven territory, not human. Not that she didn't like the forest or anything, but she wished that she could have at least been born in Human territory.
And now they think I'm even wierder because of the whole tree thing, Elva reminded herself, adding to her feeling of misplacement.
Stroking the grass, Elva reminded herself what it felt like when the tree had spat her out.
"It was like..." Elva said quietly, in a daze, to the grass, "Like being..."
Elva sighed as she could not find the word she wanted.
But I swear it was like it was protecting me from the bats and bugs, she guessed. It was the same guess as always.
"Think fast!" a human boy shouted as a stone hit Elva's shoulder.
"Cut it out Johan!" she complained at one of her older brothers. Sure they didn't like to play games with her, but they just loved to annoy her.
"Oh come on Elva. I thought the stones were your friends," her brother taunted then added, "Oh wait. That was the trees."
Elva pouted as she stood up and strided angrily over towards Johan. She was so angry at him.
Another stone hit her before she got to him.
"Nice shot West!" Johan praised a boy younger than him. West was yet another older brother of Elva.
"Thank you very much," West replied, bowing at his older brother.
Elva was so angry now. Johan, the oldest of the boys, had gotten every one of her brothers to hide in the forest to throw stones at her.
All because I'm different, Elva muttered in her head.
"Go on Elva," West said mockingly, "Run."
"Yes Elva. Run," Johan added on, "You seem to be good at that."
Elva actually agreed with them in two ways. One was that she agreed that she was good at running. And she agreed that they had a good idea.
Elva turned around, but as soon as her back was to them, the stones came flying at her. There was nothing to do but run.
Elva ran throught the thick forest, dodging a majority of stones that were being hurled at her. She knew that she'd be running until her brothers, and other kids, got bored. Which would mean she'd be running for awhile.

 

[Draco Malfoy]

Count me in! I'll like to make an Reservation; I'll have the Sign-Up in your hands by Wednesday at the latest. Here's a RP Sample

The mountains of Tojoh had once had an abundance of Pokemon; happiness and life fuelled the mountain air. Now the only thing Terros can think was grief and sadness. Even the very plants seemed depressed; wilted and yellow.

Terros grudgingly secured his left foot on yet another rock. He was climbing the Tojoh Mountains and he was nearly there. He looked down; all he could see was endless clouds and a bottomless drop. One wrong move could be fatal. The teenager then bit his lip and expanded another vine down to his two companions; another boy who went by the name Liam and a pretty teenage girl called Ivy.

“We’re nearly there guys, we got to just hang on a bit longer,” said Terros, securing his right foot on again yet another rock. He looked up; he could see the top of the cliff to the sides. There were two plateaus; equally as high up off the ground as the trio was. Who was on the plateaus was what really made Terros’s blood run cold.

“QUICK! IT’S HIM!”

Ivy let off a scream as Terros, her and Liam, frantically tired to get to the top. If they did, there was a slight chance they could live. The Army Assassin fired an arrow from a cross bow. It barely missed Liam’s head. The Assassin loaded another arrow to his bow.

“Liam! Hurry!” cried Ivy as another arrow was shot. This time it hit Liam’s foot. Liam cried in pain and the Assassin grinned and started to load another arrow.

Terros and Ivy cried and tried to head back down to help Liam but he shook his head.

“Go on without me! Please, go!”

Ivy sobbed as Terros nodded and climbed higher. The duo frenetically continued to climb to face of the monstrous mountain. Then as Terros secured his left foot on another rock, now very close to the top, he heard a blood curling scream. The duo looked down, they saw a horrifying sight.

There, lodged in Liam’s head was a single arrow, now tainted red with fresh blood oozing from it. His eyes were open, looked like they were full of fright and pain a moment ago, but were now dead, devoid of life. The Assassin looked satisfied; he loaded another arrow.

Ivy screamed and the two teenagers climbed on the face of doom, clinging desperately to live. Terros’s face then turned from shock to anger; an almost animal expression emerging on his face.

“You disgusting creature! You will pay for this!” screeched the boy in pure anger, shaking violently. He shot a vine at the Assassin. The Assassin was taken by surprise and the vine pulled him off the plateau and left him dangling just a few metres away from Ivy.

The Assassin clung to the rock-face with all his might. But Terros wasn’t finished with yet. The boy then extended one final vine and whipped the Assassin, down to his death. He fell, fell, and fell, until seen no more.

Terros and Ivy sighed as they took a breath of relief but then Ivy suddenly screamed in pain. There, lodged in her foot, was a crossbow arrow with a rope attached to it and a bloodthirsty Assassin hanging onto it.

Ivy then looked at her foot, at the Assassin and at the dead body of Liam. Tears started to form in her eyes as she drew a knife from her scabbard.

“No Ivy!” cried Terros, tears flowing down his cheeks and Ivy, also crying, sadly shook her head.

“No Terros, it’s my fate to die here”

“I won’t accept it!” wept Terros as the Assassin came closer towards Ivy.

“Then you’ll have to! Promise me you’ll always be the Terros I know; the kind and optimistic I became friends with”

“I promise Ivy, but please don’t die!”

Ivy smiled sadly and she mouthed thank you as she made a final swoosh with her blade and to Terros’s horror, she fell, fell, fell and fell until she was gone…

 

[Shadowfaith]

squirtleking, I like your character, but you may want to add something about the group you lead as you have to lead a rogue group, even if its just a few people. If you like though, you could allways be a lone rogue who escaped the army of death and as you stated in your history, is seeking the resistant forces. But you need to state that somewhere, okay? Other than that accepted! I would appreciate it if you posted an RPG sample though.

Lemurian: Like squirtle king, you need to put somewhere about the rogue group you lead. If you don't have a small group then our army isn't going to develop very well is it? XD But accepted none the less!

Bangers: I really do like your character, but could you change the age? The fact of a nine year old joining an army is a little far fetched. But thats my fault for not adding that in the sign up XP Sorry about that. But could yo make them about 16 or over? I accept your slight power over trees and i don't think it would be neccesary for you to lead a small group because you already live in the forest, but you will join up with the army later when we meet, okay?

Your all accepted thus far, though you need to edit a little bit is all.

EDIT: masterwannabe: No problems! Your place is safe in this RPG.

 

[squirtleking]

Unfortunately, the only RPG I've been involved in so far has been a Yu-Gi-Oh RPG, and it isn't exactly easy to select a passage that would make sense. However, I can answer your other concern for the moment:

Alexander Loretti
History (continued): Alex has not been idle in the five years since he began his quest for revenge. During his travels, he has assembled a small but powerful entourage of like-minded individuals, who have sworn to die for the cause.

First is Alexander's right hand man, Janus Vickers, an expert in close-range combat. Armed with a halberd and clad in leather armour, this dark-haired, blue eyed muscle man is almost unstoppable in combat, and his overwhelming humour has calmed many a troubled atmosphere.

The second close combat expert, and Alexander's bodyguard, is Jennifer Dalgerro, a mysterious, lithe yet muscular woman from eastern sands. Armed with twin scimitars and clad in black cloth to conceal herself in shadows with little effort, Jennifer has never yet known defeat in battle.

Clara Aoyama is the most skilled archer for miles, able to find the throat of her target even in the dark from 100 feet away. She has little in the way of armour, but when this brown haired, sharp eyed woman can bring down her foes before they get close, she has little need for it.

Where Janus and Jennifer are the scalpel of Alexander's forces, the man known only as Mitchellus is undoubtably the bludgeon. Bearing a monstrous two-handed axe into battle, this blond giant is worthy of the enemy's fear and respect.

Whilst travelling to the resistance camp, Alexander has received word of a mysterious, ginger-haired assassin, who has been responsible for countless murders. Realising the potential of this man - or woman - if they were in his service, Alexander and his followers now travel to the last known location of the assassin, determined to win them over at any cost...

 

[Nylf]

Heck, reserve me a space please. I'll dig up an RP sample.

EDIT: Dug it up.

He stared into the sunset from his late grandfather's ruined observatory. His red hair, turning grey slowly, showed how much time had phased him.

Unfortunatlye, time did not phase other things. As he sat their, he could sense Meteor awakening deep in space, it's dark will grabbing onto any and all energy it could find so it could begin it's ultimate task.

Nanaki turned to the cliff, and jumped down skillfully, not missing a single footstep, and landed by the Cosmo Candle. The flame that had burned in the centre of his home since before he could remember, and considering that is over two hundred years...well it speaks for itself. Several spheres of red energy appeared before him, all in a circle. He sat down, as each ball of light flickered in the flames, sometimes revealing their true form, a ghostly spectre of their true power.

"The time has come great guardians. The Planet needs help of heroes. Yes, I can tell as well. a lot has happened since those days. I know you have come to me, being the only one of your first heroes left, but I am too old, my hero days are history. There are ones out there more suited for the task. Go, find them, and bring them here. I know as well as all of you do, with the exception of our newer members, what is happenening, so I will assist you in this. You have my word," the spirits flickered, almost as if discussing what the old Cancient had said. Eventually, they faded. Nanaki smiled.

"So, this is how Bugenhagen felt..."

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Over in the distance, on the grassy fields before the great Cosmo Canyon, the sound of an engine could be heard. A large black assault trike roared through the wilderness, monsters being cut down by the rider as he rode towards the canyon.

The rider was tall, wearing a black leather jacket. His hair could be likened to a birds nest, being a similar shade of brown and looking about as messy. He wore jeans that were tattered with holes, some patched, some not. One hand rested on the handlebars of his trike, theother holding a long sword in it. Normall designed for two handed wielding, the man was wielding it rather well with just one. He screeched to a halt, as a bizarre red light appeared before him.

Something deep within him told him to get closer, so he got off, and walked over to it. In a flash of multi coloured lights and ancient runes, three dragons appeared before him. Sieg, as the man was known by, stepped back and grasped the hilt of his blade, not knowing whether the dragons were friend or foe. They beckoned him to lower his weapon with simple hand gestures.

" Do not worry, descendant of the Great Calamity From The Sky, we are not your adversairies," the largest of them spoke to Sieg telepathically. The dragon was huge, and was technically high in the air, and if it's form hadn't been spectral it would have easily blacked out the sky itself. It's six wings and a silver hide were incredibly imposing. The smallest, a large black dragon, but barely a third of the silver one's size, who hovered in front of Sieg, now spoke.

"We are the three grand lords of the Dragons, Bahamut, Neo Bahamut and BahamutZERO. Our fourth brother, SIN could not be here. We are three of the many guardians of this planet, and we come seeking your help," Sieg sheathed his sword, and lowered his guard. Something in the back of his mind was telling him to trust the three. Their aura felt almost...familiar to him, as if he'd met them before. But a sharp pain through his mind erased the thought, as the second largest began to spoke.

"It is best not we tell you know. Go to Cosmo Canyon, where the Great Elder will tell you more," this one was twice the size of the smallest and a deep crimson red. It's build was far more elaborate than the smallest, but no-where near as large as the silver one. Sieg nodded, he was on his way to Cosmo Canyon anyway. Almost as if they could read his mind, which he worried they could, they smiled and disappeared ina similar manner to their appearance. Sieg shrugeed, and leapt onto his trike, before continuing to Cosmo Canyon.

Little did he know, he had taken his first step onto a path that not only decided his fate, but the whole Planet's as well...

 

[Shadowfaith]

You could have edited your last post, but its fine. Thank you ^_^ Also your RPG sample, I will let go for the time being, you seem capable enough in your writing skills, so I'll let you off XP

Nylf, spot reserved, of course.

 

[Lemurian]

Edited in some more force in the werewolf. Hope it is possible.

 

[Bandana]

Bangers: I really do like your character, but could you change the age? The fact of a nine year old joining an army is a little far fetched. But thats my fault for not adding that in the sign up XP Sorry about that. But could yo make them about 16 or over? I accept your slight power over trees and i don't think it would be neccesary for you to lead a small group because you already live in the forest, but you will join up with the army later when we meet, okay?

I've changed her age but I don't quite understand when you say, 'i don't think it would be neccesary for you to lead a small group because you already live in the forest, but you will join up with the army later when we meet, okay?'
I've got a rough idea, but not really.

 

[Shadowfaith]

Lemurian: Thats fine.

Bangers: What I'm saying is that, becasue you live in the forest with the elves, then it would be unlikely for your cahracter to lead a group of warriors because the elves are all about peace. But if you wish to take apart in the RPG, then you will have to join up with the army sometime or other, okay?

 

[squirtleking]

If you're desperate for a sample of my RPG skills, I could post the meeting between Alexander's group and the assassin they're searching for as my sample - it would also ensure that I'm in the right place once the RPG starts.

 

[Bandana]

Um... Okay.

 

[Shadowfaith]

Squirtleking: Okay, that will be fine then.

Bangers: Never mind XP It wasn't that important anyways ^-^;;