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Post by _midnight_ on Dec 28, 2007 20:21:40 GMT -5
"Story time." The voice of the old lady contained a sweetish volume to calm the children down. All the little children, most of them not even reached the age of six year old, listened carefully. They all sat on big pillows, concentrating no the coming story. They didn't want to miss one single word.
"Once upon a time, the world was divided in many different races and spiecies," she started out, looking at the great variety of children in front of her. Humans, water elves, earth elves, dark elves, fire elves, dwarves, and even a light elf. This was the first time she had all eight races in her class, and she was proud. This was the reason why she told this story to them. Only too bad the air elves had dissapeared from the planet. If only they would reappear again.
"These days, everybody lives amoung eachother in peace, but a long time ago this could not be true. All races lived far from eachother and did not want to be with the other species. But the population of all grew in the time. The territories grew larger until they crossed others. A large war began. A war which would contain the whole world."
Miss Applethorn was famous amoung them for telling the most fantastic stories. But what they did not know, was that most of them had a base of truth. And as for this very tale, it contained no fiction. "But a black day arrived soon after the beginning of that very war. One night, the sun did not rise."
The children gasped for air, "was there no light, miss?" one of them asked, causing the teacher to force a smile, "i'm afraid not, Tommy, dear. All the light that was left came from the moon. It was terrible for all. Flowers began to crumble. Trees collapsed. All plants were dying and the animals got terribly sick. Dead fish was floating on the watersurface and its smell reached miles far. Food was running out quickly and people began to die of hunger and illness. Deseases ruled their towns."
The teacher stopped for a while. "You should all look outside. The sun in burning bright today. Can any of you imagine a world without the sun?" None of the young kids responded, few shook their head. "Neither can i," she said.
Miss Apllethorn let out a small sigh before continueing. She took a quick glance over the children. They could not say a word and were eager for her to continue. But she saw in their eyes that they were touched of the beginning of the story. "The light elves died in great numbers by the lack of natural light. Even now they are in low numbers. They were nearly extinct and fled away. The water elves took shelter in the water and the earth elves hid deep in the forests. Fire elves abandoned their settlements, their towns and searched eagerly for food while travelling without much stops to rest. The dark elves tried to run into the caves of the dwarves, which did not like that. The great war had stopped, but a smaller one between the dwarves and the dark elves broke loose. Air elves fled into the skies but seemed to dissapear in gigantic numbers and humans tried to make fire to gain light, but failed in their quest. The fires sucked all the oxygen out of the air and suffacted quickly, taking many deads with them. Oxygen was not produced by the plants anymore and was rapidly dissapearing. Everyone was afraid and more than half of the world population died. Only the Shadowelves seemed to be happy with the darkness gathering around them. For they live inside caves very deep under the ground. They do so, because they can not stand the sun on their skin, they claim it burns them. Now, with the sun gone and the moon dying very quickly, they could finally go to the surface and live above the ground. Only such few stars remained to shine a bit of light on their faces. They enjoyed the suffering of the 'creatures of light', as they called the other races."
One of the children started to cry. Miss Apllethorn took it, a girl, on her knee and stroked it softly on her hair. "But the kings, queens and the few remaining oracles of all races gathered one day. Everybody knew something had to be done. They hàd to find a solution, and after days of argueing, they still had no solution..." She smiled shortly, as to indicate something positive coming ahaid. The little girl had stopped crying because of it. "But only few know that there are shadowelves that can resist the sun. Everytime a baby is born, it is brought up, into the sunlight. If it shreeks of pain, it can not resist the sun. If it does not, it is able to resist the sunlight. Altough it is very rare, and those shadowelves grow up to become socalled 'high priests'. Back than, there were not many of the high priests but the leader of them heard about the meetings and started to rebel against the shadowelven behavior. He could not tolerate such a disrespect towards the other races. He was banished with all his followers, and those shadowelves formed the resistance. That very elven male would soon arrive and join the meetings. With the knowledge of all races together, they finally found a solution and made a desicion.
"Really?" one of the children stood up. The woman nodded with a real smile now. "All chose one of their race. Those 'chosen ones', as they were called, would bring the sun back." "The light elves chose their purest one. The fire elves the bravest one. The dark elves chose the wisest. The earth elves brought a child, for new life amoungst themselves was rare. The water elves brought their most powerfull seer(ess). The dwarves chose the strongest and the humans chose the only child of their king and queen. Unfortunately, the air elves had dissapeared and none could be found anymore. They were presumed to have died since not one had been seen anymore. Last, but no least, the shadowelven high priest who had been banished, joined them."
She let her eyes once again go over all the silent children, nodding shortly. "Eight people, eight races. They would all sacrefice their life for the sun. A holy spot was chosen and there seven stone sarcofagues were made for the chosen ones. They stood in a perfect circle, all with the head towards the central point. Everyone took place in one of them, except for the banished shadowelven high priest. A chain of pure gold, which had been a necklace of one of the oracles, was used as the energy collector. The people in the sarcofagues were volontaraly drugged with a potion, falling asleep. Than the sarcofagues were closed."
"The shadowelf, standing on the central point of the circle, performed some sort of strange ritual, collecting energies from the sky and plants, and the essences of all the chosen ones, including himself. The energie that thát combination would create, would be sent to the sun, reviving her. It was a long shot, but it was all they could come up with."
"When the shadowelf sent the energy away, to the sun, he stretched out his hand, which was holding the chain and he had a concentrated expression on his face. When the energy (created of the energies from around them and the essences of the chosen ones) left the chain, the poor shadowelf turned to stone. The oracle, whose necklace it had been, had stood near them and noticed it. He had checked the ones in the sarcofagues but all had turned to stone aswell. Only the necklace itself had not turned to stone."
"The next day, the sun rose and all the shadowelven people fled back into their caves, both the other races and nature reviving from their great losses. 'The stone people', as the chosen ones now were called, had been their saviors, and were claimed to be holy. They were declared to be heroes. And everything went well."
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Post by _midnight_ on Dec 28, 2007 20:22:27 GMT -5
"And everything went well". Yes, it did. For quite some time... But the message remained. The oracle, who had given his necklace away for this purpoce had said words which perhaps held a prophethic meaning.
"The chain... If it is removed from its place, the eight will awaken. Light will fall asleep, and darkness shall awaken again. This shall be known as the 'Day of Nightbirth'. If not dealth with this threat properly, the planet shall die."
But who would know that this 'Day of Nightbirth' was making its way to the surface?
"Almost..." A pair of fingers was reaching towards the necklace, which was firmly held by the stone hand of the banished high priest. "Almost there... Yes... Almost..." Suddenly, a darkcolored hand grabbed the necklace. "The high one shall be pleased." The voice was rather young, but sounded as if the owner had suffered much to get to this very place. "I shall be welcomed again. I shall be a hero!" A loud but distastefull laugh sounded withing the circle of The Stone People. "This shall be known as the holy moment. Within twelve hours, this very evening. The sun shall DIE!!"
The gross laugh reappeared before one of the most terrible things in the planet's history began. "For the Shadow Elite!!"
The necklace was pulled from between the stone fingers, which held it firmly. Slowly it slid out of the hand. "YES! THIS IS IT!!!" The end of the necklace lost its touch with the stone shadowelf. Than the thief, and the one who had just cursed the planet to doom, glanced at the necklace, put it quickly into his pocket and ran off.
Soon the Stone People would lose their stone skin, they would turn back to normal and awaken.
The Day of Nightbirth had started.
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Post by _midnight_ on Dec 28, 2007 20:23:18 GMT -5
Rules:
** Respect the gang's rules ** You can join as one of the eight or another person ** The thief himself is an NPC, and will be played by me. Nobody can be him. ** Feel free to join any time you wish ^^ ** Have lots of fun in saving the planet!
FAQ -> answers
** Yes, you can be evil, but not if you're one of the eight.
** No, there are only one each of the people of the eight. First come is first pick. If the char you wanted to be is already chosen by someone, i'm sorry. You can of course be one of the same species, but you won't be one of the eight.
** Yes, you can be shadowelf, just remember everything said about them in the intros. Keep that info in mind! They're mostly evil and can't stand the sun.
** Yes, there are good shadowelves aswell, but they are hated.
** Yes, there are shadowelves that can stand the sun, those are the ones to grow up as high priest.
** No, you can not be an air elf, they are gone. Perhaps that they are to be found in the story, but you can be none until that would happen, if it may happen.
** Have you got other questions? You can PM me or post it here.
Character Sheet. to copy:
[B]Full Name:[/B] [B]Nickname:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Race:[/B] [B]One of the eight?:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Profession:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]History:[/B] [B]Good/Evil:[/B] [B]Picture:[/B]
explanation: Full Name: (quite obvious: state the full name of your character) Nickname: (what's your character's nickname, how is she/he called by friends/others?) Gender: (male / female ...) Race: (choose: fire elf, water elf, earth elf, light elf, dark elf, dwarf, human, shadowelf) One of the eight?: (yes / no) Age: (how old is your character?) Profession: (what does he/she do for a living?) Appearance: (how does he/she look? What does he/she wear?) Personality: (umm.... quite obvious, what's your character's personality? how does he/she react on certain things?) History: (what has your character been trough?) Good/Evil: (good-> sun back / evil-> sun must die ) Picture: (optional)
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Post by _midnight_ on Dec 28, 2007 20:24:12 GMT -5
Character listOkay, here's a list of all characters, so you can see who is who and which characters have already been chosen. Choises of 'the eight' left: **The light elf **The fire elf**The dark elf **The earth elf **The water elf **The dwarf **The human **The shadowelven high priestCharacters:Midnight: Shadow elven priest: Tel'Ithil Nubrilthor character sheet page 1 this post ----------------------------- example (which is also my character): _midnight_ Full Name: Tel'Ithil Nubrilthor (he got that surname by 'his people' from when he was a respectable high priest amoung the shadowelves) Nickname: [N/A] Gender: Male Race: The shadowelven high priest One of the eight?: yes Age: 27 Profession: high priest. But he was the highest of all priests before he was banished. Appearance: Tel'Ithil has pitchblack hair with a few lighter colored bleshes in them. Deep red eyes, a blueish skin and -typical for most of the elves- long, pointy ears. It is mostly because the dissapearence of the sun, that Molio had been able to keep his stuff as high priest. (more about this in the history) Now, Tel'Ithil usually wears his robe of fine material, only worn by people with the status he once had. A robe he was mostly found wearing on special occastions such as rituals or feats and sacrefices for their gods. Above that two long and sharp pauldrons in a light blue-brownish color, decorated with black symbism. On his hands he wears thick black gauntlets with a few red decorations on them. A large golden belt and last but not least, the staff he could not be found without. A large wooden staff with a sharp metal tip on the bottom and a blue crystal orb at the top, surrounded by three claws. He was always carrying it and it was even with him the day he turned to stone. Personality: [[N/A yet] History: When born, they had held him in the sun aswell, like done to every newborn child amoung the shadowelves. The only thing was that Tel'Ithil didn't crie and yell of pain, but he smiled and began laughing. And so he was taken to grow up as a shadowelven high priest. The decisions he made seemed to be good and some way he was chosen by the other priests to guide them as their arch-highpriest when he was already around 20 years old. He accepted and there was held a great feast with gifts, foods, drinks and loads of fun amoung everyone. Seven years he had been the arch-highpriest when the day came that the sun vanished and feasts broke out amongh the shadowelves. But a few did not party, they saw the suffering and the torture that the planet was going trough. Tel'Ithil was one of them and he called a meeting with all the other priests and quite a few people with influence. Only, the things he said did not get a good understanding and a fight broke out, which he would have surely died in if he had not been able to escape. A day which he will never forget. When he recovered, they claimed that he had been 'confuzed' that day and they forgave him. They gave him another chance to change his mind, but he didn't. Now he stood even harder up for his opinion. A large silence had fallen and they claimed that they were sorry that they ever chose him to lead the priests and that they would have to take everything away. Tel'Ithil knew that they wanted him gone and perhaps even banished, for he overheard them whispering once. He realised he would have 24hours maximum and took all his stuff, to hide it near the entrance of the shadowelven empire, on the surface of the world, in a few dead bushes. Even his staff was hidden there, because he knew what would happen if he was banished. He even dressed himself in clothes that were quite old, and which he never wore anymore anyway. When he had hid most of his stuff, he was grabbed by the arm by the king's messenger, who brought him to the castle. There he was litterally thrown into the main royal room of the king himself, who told him that he was digusted of the opinion Tel'Ithil held and that he never wanted to see him again. He would be banished. As would happen to any shadowelf who was banished, they took everything from him. He was litterally stripped to his underwear and brought, in a iron cage, to the entrance, nearly the surface, where he was dropped. Than he would be sent up the surface, which had been the end for most banished elves. If he would ever come back, he would be killed instantly. So he took everything he had hidden, dressed himself like the way as discribed before, took the staff in his hands, and went to look for the other races, to solve this all. Good/Evil: Good picture: clickie here
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Post by star on Jan 1, 2008 2:59:58 GMT -5
OCC:: Ah mid, again o.O you can't have moonlight without the sun. It should be tht the stars were the only light. --pokes your first post-
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Post by _midnight_ on Jan 4, 2008 5:28:41 GMT -5
((i know... and i'll say now what i said back than too >_< The sun casts light on the moon, which than casts light towards us. But as the sun dies, the moon still casts a bit of light that is left due the sun casting its last light at the moon. It says the moon is dying very rapidly, meaning it will have a bit of light, but it's gone pretty much very very quickly >_< ))
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Post by earlyrose on May 16, 2008 11:42:43 GMT -5
ooc// Is this roleplay still going on? If so, I'd like to be: Full Name: Prince Zekeal Elor Geldenwich Nickname: Zekeal Gender: Male Race: Human One of the eight?: Yes Age: He was made stone at the age of 21. Profession: Prince, I suppose. He was determined to be a great King, but he ended up giving his life to his people in a different way than he'd imagined. Appearance: Tall, dark-haired, handsom, slim, and wears a dark, bejewled cloak. Personality: He is loyal to his kingdom, clever, quick and sardonic. He is brave but also hotheaded and prone to an unforgiving nature. Although he pretends he does not care others view on himself, he cares more than many'd imagine. History: He was born a prince, though, unusally, he didn't turned out spoiled. His father was disappointed in him since he prefered to learn to be a scholar than to fight, like a King should, even though he was skilled at sport, on horseback and with the sword and bow. However, Zekeal believe the answer to all problems could be solved by wisedom rather than war. His mother was shy and suffered greatly with unrequieted love for the King, who did not treat her well and thought her useless, since the only heir she provided was a stubborn, clever boy that was too independant and refused to be a warrior-king. She also had a girl, who died at the age of one, and whom Zekeal felt no emotion for at all. The girl's death had hid Zekeal's mother hard, and she fell seriously ill. The King's response was to send his regards by letter. He was said to have, after her death, moaned at the expense of her funeral. Zekeal was upset at his mother's death because he was sure she had not experienced half the life she should have, and his hatred of his father was set in stone (excuse the pun) at that point. Because of this, Zekeal suffered a lonely childhood, but he found the libary a great comfort, and it became more and more obvious to him his father's rule was unjust, and failing. The only man that earned his respect in the castle was the libarian; with whom Zekeal shared a deep bond. When learning that he would sacrifice himself to return the sun, Zekeal knew his father would object, since for him when had magic worked before? But, desperate to prove to his father he was right and show him that he was brave, in his own way, Zekeal accepted the task, even though it terrified him. Good/Evil: Good. Picture: None, I'm afraid, you'll have to imagine!
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Post by star on May 20, 2008 22:19:36 GMT -5
((i know... and i'll say now what i said back than too >_< The sun casts light on the moon, which than casts light towards us. But as the sun dies, the moon still casts a bit of light that is left due the sun casting its last light at the moon. It says the moon is dying very rapidly, meaning it will have a bit of light, but it's gone pretty much very very quickly >_< )) ((Like xD in 8min time? I'll have to check that actually, >.>;; I actially think that's how long the suns light take to hit Earth. >3 Naywayz. I'll join again xD
-scitters off to write up her stuff- Hope this is okay x 3 x;; ))
Full Name: Lilith Fuego Nickname: Lilith (>.>;; ) Gender: Female Race: Fire elf One of the eight?: Yes Age: 20…ish. Profession: [Sea Captain/pirate] Unlike many Fire elves, Lilith ventured the waters of the oceans. She took to them and the life of Pricey for many years; but upon one evening she went from a pirate to a Sea Captain; her job, was to protect the fire elf’s coast line. Appearance: Lightly tanned, tall for a woman but short compare to a man, toned, butnot overly so, coal coloured hair and eyes. (it is suspected that she dyes her hair to black so those of the sea can not tell she is of fire [/old habits die hard]). Personality: Ready for a fight of wits and physical violence. Though not seeking it at every turn. Upon occasion she can be found to be quite ‘classy’, which has led to many theories of where she had come from. Otherwise she acts quite adventurous. Seeking of adrenalin rushes, at little to rash at times, but much less rash then that of her fellow fire-elves. History: Her life before Piracy is unknown, though, her life of a Pirate is never forgotten. She reeked terror as the Pirate captain of the Phoenix (original I know, but it’s not it’s full name). Eventually how ever, the ship was captured by her own kind (and none to easy). The Fire-elf leaders offered her a chance to work for them, or die. Until they realised she feared not death. The offer changed to something of a bribe, a bribe she could not refuse. She and her crew were given titles quite similar to the human’s navy. Long story short, when people were being chosen for ‘the stone’. She volunteered after she watched those around them that called themselves brave attempt to prove themselves. Which is where she spoke the words that many still stick to. “It does not make you brave to do something you aren’t afraid to do. What makes you brave, is to fear something so greatly that it stills your heart, but you do what needs to be done anyway because it is the right thing for you to do” With this advice the Fire-elf leaders retried all the volunteers, testing there strength of will through there fears. Until at last only Lilith stood. “And what is it that you fear above all else Lilith?” “I fear the sea and it’s darkness that no fire can light.”
Good/Evil: Good. But she can be a pain in the butt if she wants to. Picture: Up yours D< use your imagination.
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Post by _midnight_ on May 21, 2008 9:36:38 GMT -5
((glad people decided to join ^^ I'll start working on a start-off for the roleplay asap ))
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Post by star on May 24, 2008 12:36:50 GMT -5
Stone, so old and yet it remained untouched by the ages, as if it stood outside time itself; and we merely peered at it through a window. But that couldn’t be possible, as there is no magic’s of this earth that could shield you from time, but here stood an unanswered riddle, carved of stone, smooth and polished stone. Completely perfect, just as the day it was made, or, more correctly, they were made.
But this perfection would last no longer. As the spell slowly unwound. The power of time slowly caught up with the once untouched stone. Cracks crawled their way up the walls that kept seven souls trapped inside them. But the eight human looking figures that could be found remained as perfect as ever. Or, at least, seven of them did.
It was a heart beat at first. Just the one. But after a while another joined, and another soon after the second, and the rhythm was formed. A slow, restful rhythm.
The stone, once white smoothly filled with colour. So smoothly in fact, that if there had been an observer, they would not have realized what was happening until after it was finished; and by then, they would have to deal with a living, breathing creature of flesh and bone. And the creature in question was not the kind of character whom wakes up from any kind of sleep remotely pleased. But Fire elves are like that.
Although the body was no longer stone, breath was yet to be taken. It was almost as though the mind had forgotten how, or at least, had forgotten before now. The soft sigh of breath echoed calmly against the cracked walls that enclosed the sleeping elf. It stayed like this for a while, a deep, restful sleep. Until her eyes began to flutter. Then they opened. The coal coloured eyes, of The, Captain L. Fuego.
Though, in the correct lighting (and perhaps if she let you close enough to her face), one could tell her eyes weren’t merely black, but made of grays both dark and light. They held intelligence, but now, they held anger. The Lid of her sarcophagus did not stay blocking her way for long. No, not once her wrath was directed at it. With one harsh push, the lid fell from its place and towards the ground, where it’s brittle stone fractured more. And the lightly tanned Lilith sat up from her place of rest. Her coal coloured hair waved around her face, as perfect as the day she had hoped into sarcophagus. After all, stone does not move, nor dream.
A discussed look blossomed across her face, before she slowly stood up. As if she was unsure she could stand, which apparently, she could. Taking in what was around her facial expression did not become pleasant. “Stupid Git, what fool would steal from here?” With quick, well practiced movements, she dusted off her uniform. Her uniform was different from other fire elves, as hardly a trace of red could be found. The usual white dress shirt she had warn on her pirate days and been changed to something more fancy for that of her …navy days. A spill of white lace escaped at the end of each long sleeve and as well upon her chest. Though not overly so, when one was to look at it, they would simply say ‘elegant’. But the black jacket she wore to maintain these frills both added to the elegance of it; and ruined it. Long black pants covered, matching heeled leather boots. But what really caught your eye against the see of black, was the gold chain neck lace around her neck that carried a gold and bronze phoenix pendent. With one glistening ruby eye. Even with only that little ruby of red. There was simply something that screamed fire elf and most certainly said she wasn’t ashamed of it. She was simply making it harder for the ocean creatures to figure it out. Not that she was near the ocean now. But old habits die hard. Stepping over the crumbling wall of the sarcophagus she made her way over slowly to one of other sarcophagus’s and knocked quite harshly against its lid. “Time To get up lads and Ladies, The enemy has blown the first blow, and we must show respect and return the complement”
((Haven't had time to read threw it TT____TT. There you go mid. I posted flaming first. Now hurry up and post D< [/grumpy]))
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Post by _midnight_ on Jun 2, 2008 4:16:14 GMT -5
Indeed the subtile signs of the beginning of 'the day of nightbirth' were already visible for the ones that looked carefully. In whole, the stone lost its thoughness and white color. It seemed the fire elf was first to awaken, followed by the shadow elf in the middle, who had stood there for a very long time.
The fingers of his left hand seemed to lose their stiffness, very slowly gaining their original blueish color of the skin. The staff, held so firmy for all that time, was slightly loosened in its grip. While the bottom yet already rested on the ground, the staff slowly began to slide out of the fingers, away from the one who held it. Eventually, it slipped and once more experienced gravity as it simply fell to the ground. But the sound it made when it hit the earth was not one of stone. As soon as it had lost touch with the shadowelven 'statue', it had turned to its orignal material, making the sound one of wood.
Now the shadow elf as well slowly returned to his normal appearance. Not only his fingers,but his skin in general turned back to the darkblueish color it once had. The bright eyes returned to the vibrant red they once were. A torturing blink, barely noticable.
After that, the clothing slowly got its color back and once again began to move softly in the wind as the stony appearance dissapeared. The changed strangely sped up and everything about this 'statue', as it could no longer be called, began recalling its normal formance and rejected the stone. The stony appearance melted away as if it were ice on a sunny morning. But perhaps he turned to normal, There seemed to be a layer of dust on his clothing. The dirt had disappeared along, but the dust seemed to have not for some reason. But he had stood there for a long time, after all, as the rest lied in their sarcofagues.
A gasp for air. Tel'Ithil was awake. He took deep breaths, in and out while moving with his body, fighting to keep standing. But it was a fight he could not possibly win. This unexpected change had literally slapped him to the ground. It did not take but a second from him to lose his balance. He fell slightly forwards while his knees bent in disobedience. Now, leaning on hands and knees, he sat on the ground, next to the staff that lay just beside him, which he did not even notice His breathing was deep, yet sounded superficial while he tried to look around himself, his eyes containing a confuzed stare.
But soon, the truth hit him hard and on a very brutal way in the face. He tried to sit up, quickly running through his hair with his left hand, placing the hair that now fell in front of his face back to its original position.. "Oh lord... This can not be true!" The bright red eyes opened wide and held fear. With both hands, he reached to his head and it was very clear he was full of worry. "Who on earth let this happen?" his voice sounded still a bit weird, stoney, if you will. But than again, he had not used it for quite some time.
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 2, 2008 13:09:07 GMT -5
From the outside, the sarcophagus, long standing and with the orginal engravings almost worn out from the bare elements. If one stared closely, they would make the words legible: Prince Zekeal Elor Geldenwich, one of the 'The stone people' that dedicated their lives- and the ivy weaving it's way up the wooden side covered the rest. Not that it mattered, no-one visited the site now anyway, so surely no-one would spend the time figuring some little piece of engraving. And definately no-one would take the time to look inside, but if they did a figure, seemingly carved of fine stone, lay shut away in the darkness. Like glass to the touch, with a person so detailed that one would almost think life was locked into it somehow. One could even make out the very veins and blemishes upon the skin, in the colouring of the statue. All of a sudden, a slight shiver ran down its spine. It was barely noticable, but soon it was trembling and fluttering, it's fingers twitching. Perhaps, if someone had relised that this was almost an unique event, using magic that was rarely comprehended, let alone used, some-one would have witnessed it. However, it was not so, and the event that was beginning would pass unnoticed.
But, wether or not it was noticed or understood, the awakening was beginning. It began at the finger tips, and toes. Colour was running like ink up the arms and legs in spirals, the blood inside the skin pumping once more, and the colour met with the cloth, of the man's cloak, changing it from cold stone to fluttering, fine blue silk, and up into the face of the man. His eyes, fastened shut by the stone lock, flickered open. They were a stunning blue, like that of the sky. His lips flowered red and cheeks a smooth, soft olive. His hair glittered dark, deep brown; many would call it black. The elegant, crisp white shirt and navy trousers reminded one of business men--or would have, if it had been seen. But it was pitch black, ice cold and deathly silent... the sarcophagus was sealed.
Zekeal Elor Geldenwich was, unbelievably, awake. He raised his hands in curiousity. He reached out, and found the lid. Fear trickled through him, similar, in fact, to the touch of stone, it froze his limbs but hastened his breathing. He was alone. This was his life after death. Enclosed in darkness, even after the sacrifice he had made. He would never be free. His life was over before it had really begun. Memories of constant rejection and refusal from his beast of a father; weak, sypamthetic smiles from his pale mother. He clenched his fists in anguished regret, his lack of power, confidence or conviction--that had led him to give it up, give away his life because no good could come of it. Now, his fear was fading. It was transforming to anger; he slammed his hands against the lid in an outburst of misery, anger and fear all in one. It swung outwards, and he stumbled forward-
And blinked in the sudden light. He stepped forward once more, bewildered and feeling like a newborn child--and recognized the stone circle that had sealed his fate within it. The place he had made his greatest sacrifice, his future. He drew his fine cloak around him. His astounding blue eyes blinked, slowly, once more. He drunk in the scene like it was pure nectar, and presently a smile lit his face like the sun; it was a rare occasion of true relief and pleasure to see the light in this world again, knowing it was he that had restored it.
Little did he know it would not be there for ever so much longer.
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Post by _midnight_ on Jun 2, 2008 16:09:16 GMT -5
((nice post, earlyrose. I'll try to get a reply up one of the next days . ))
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Xero
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Post by Xero on Jun 3, 2008 1:34:32 GMT -5
((Mid if I may be the Dark Elf, that would be Fun! I made an opening post, I can always edit it if you want.))
Full Name: Talisin Dra'na'Kura'fru'kan (Shorten last name is "Dra'Kan" which is used more often.)) Nickname: Talisin Gender: Male Race: Dark Elf One of the eight?: Yes Age: 21 Profession: Sword "Dancer" Appearance: Waist length white hair and Ebony skin. Talisin also has very unusual eyes, Sapphire. Even in the dark, where the eyes would shine as a Red, they shine as a light green. Two scimitars are belted to his hips and he wears a very light chain mail outfit over and under a pair of silk garments. His boots are soft soled shoes made to keep his foot falls soft. Personality: Soft spoken, but generally light hearted. Talisin attempts to solve all his problems before he draws his blades. History: Talisin was a noble of his house, born third male in his house he was only allowed to live as his older brother died in an inner house conflict. He was trained to use the sword by his houses weapons-master, then was called a "Sword Dancer". After abandoning his house, and condemning himself to death, he was sealed in stone. Good/Evil: Good Picture: You have to think about it.
************************** Off to a darker corner of the eight's circle was the sarcophagus of a Dark Elf, etched in the bottom of the was a name; Talisin Dra'na'Kura'fru'kan. The sarcophagus was that of a noble of the former house, still with his blades drawn. The stone on the Elf started to whiten and crack slowly, the veins of the cracks criss-crossing all over him.
Slowly the stone holding the Sword Dancer started to turn to rubble, falling to the ground slowly and softly. Once the stone had fallen completely off of him, the blood started to pump through his veins and air entered his lungs. The lid of the sarcophagus fell away, dust billowing up from the lid landing on the ground; A sudden gasp for breath put the warrior onto his knees, his sapphire eyes tearing slightly, wetting his eyes and streaming down the ebony cheeks of the elf.
'So the spell finally wore off, that means that it is the beginning of the Nightbirth.', Talisin thought, his mouth finally moistening. Swallowing hard, Talisin looked up slowly. Picking up the fine blades that he knew so well, he spun them, there leather hand grips feeling so good to the kneeling dancer. Sliding them into their sheath, the Sapphire eyes of the Dark Elf looked around, shining slightly in the darkness.
".... So...", croaked Talisin softly, looking over at the Shadow Elf, then to the Fire Elf, ".... This is the Night Birth?"
Looking down at the fine black an purple silks that made up his outer outfit, the Dark Elf ran a hand across his chest. The chain mail that he wore under the outfit was still there, and by the feel in excellent condition. The magical armor and silk clothing still retained the soft vibrations that told him he was protected, the hand then reached up to his long thin white hair. Everything of the Dark Elf was so far in check. He stood slowly, looking at the two, then over to the Human. Shaking his head slowly, Talisin whispered, his voice still horse, ".... It must be, none of us would be out yet if it was other wise...."
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earlyrose
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There is a thorn on every rose....but they're so pretty!
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 16, 2008 12:02:35 GMT -5
((Talisin is a great character, but he isn't the wisest Dark elf... I was just pointing it out, Mid probably won't object, .... yeah.))
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