Informal RPG

I've been tossing around an RP idea for some time now, so I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in playing a fairly loose roleplay in which the characters are the various summons available in the different Final Fantasy games. If this isn't allowed, the staff can just close it, but if you're interested just post. If there's enough interest I'll write out what I have in mind in more detail.

*Crackles*

Mystery in the dark...

*ouch*

Mystery Boy: "Be quiet they might hear us, come on we have to hurry."

*Heavy breathing*

Mystery Girl: "I can't go on"

Mystery Boy: "Come on we're almost there, LOOK OUT"

*Screams*

Mystery Boy: Ohhh Nenya.... LOOK OUT!

Mystery Creature: "You've dared to enter my scared cave, now you must suffer"

*Heavy breathing*

Mystery Boy: "But why... WHY? All we ever wanted was to see Ifrit the mighty wielder of the Phoenix Flame... my god, you are Ifrit.

To be continued...

i would like to hear about this RP

I think he meant to write RPG, not RP.

its the same thing

I've already started the story, why don't you or somebody else continue on my story.

Magestar? Haharofl.

Impossible :(

Sounds interesting.
(You're not funny, Chris.)

Geez... Continue my story already guys!

All right, well the story I actually had in mind goes as follows:

This is a sacred land, a land connected to all others. For countless eons your people have served others. Known by many names, Espers, Eidolons, Aeons, your people have journeyed to other lands and granted their powers to mortals. And the mortals you once served have now betrayed you.

In the frozen south, a breach appeared in the world. Legions of humans emerged, riding in strange, steel monstrosities that move without grace and kill without mercy. They fight and destroy without mercy, and none are left in their wake.

Recently, more humans have appeared, this time to the east. These humans are an enigma, they've sent emissaries to your kind and have fought the invaders at every turn. However, with the atrocities of their brethren so fresh in the minds of many, there is little trust for them.

There are basically three factions in this game. The Immortals, who are, in essence, every summon you've ever seen in any Final Fantasy game. They have powerful magic and special attacks, but they lack technological power. The Zha'lai, the invading force, have high technology. They're trying to capture the Immortals for use in their own purposes, more than likely the extraction of magic. The other human faction is called the Del'zhym, their technology is not nearly as strong as that of the Zha'lai, but they have some magical ability to compensate.

Those who wish to play need to submit the following information:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race: (Human or whatever particular summon you are playing, like Shiva, Bahamut, Odin, etc.)
Faction: (Immortal, Del'zyhm, or Zha'lai)
Appearance:
Equipment/Abilities: (Not too godly, please)
Biography:

General rules of thumb for character abilities, which are pretty loose.

Immortals can cast the higher end spells (in Final Fantasy terms, it'd be spells beyond the -ga or 3 level, like Flare, Holy, and Ultima. Feel free to make up your own spells). Generally, depending on the summon you choose, you'll have spells that tie into your own element. Immortals can also use special abilities, much akin to what they do when summoned or an Aeon's overdrive. Again, make up moves, but they should tie in with your general theme. Thus, a Shiva character uses primarily ice magic and her moves are ice-based, while Ifrit has fire magic and fire moves.

Zha'lai have high technology, like that of science-fiction. They have access to things like mecha, planes, guns, energy blades, and tanks. They are the ones likely to have powerful airships, mecha, and other such weaponry.

Del'zhym can use fairly potent magic, but not to the strength of Immortals. They have some guns and vehicles, but they tend to be lower tech. They also have some magical weapons and items, such as magitek armor.

If you're interested, just sign up and we'll start.

do we just sign up here? :confused:

Yep.

Name:Silver
Gender:Guy!
Age:I dunno like 4000 yrs or something...?
Race: Quetzicoatl (sp?)
Faction:...?
Appearance: Big Giant Thundery Bird!
Equipment/Abilities: Thunder-Thundaga, SilverWing (^_^)
Biography: Ummm...I'm not sure whaty to say...

Yep.
Cool cool.

Name: Gilgamesh
Gender: Male
Age: 3450
Race:Gilgamesh
Faction:Immortal?
Appearance: (See attachment/s)
Equipment/Abilities:
Equip/normal: Kwan Dao ("Kwans Knife")
Equip/Hyper:Kwan Dao, Spiked Mace, Wakizashi (Several), Battle Axe,
Excalipur.
Abilities (both):
Zantetsuken:cuts all enemies in half causing instant death.Can only use in DIRE situations.
Masamune:is an extremely strong attacks that damages all opponents. Excaliber:a strong attack against all enemies
Excalipoor:Extremely weak attack

Biography: A middle-aged immortal with a knack for changing sides at the last second. Many have said he came to the world of immortals by the long-lost route of "The Void", and was commended for courage for surviving such a feat.

The faction that the summons are on is called the "Immortals". Both characters are fine. You can fill in a bio later if you so desire. I'll make a character to get us going, you can make as many characters as you want, just put the character's name in bold as you post with it.

Name: General Kharan
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race: Human, robotically enhanced
Faction: Zha'lai
Appearance: http://www.firingsquad.com/games/cnc2preview2/images/kane.jpg. Arms, parts of the torso, and legs have been replaced by titanium alloy.
Equipment/Abilities: Body is much stronger than that of a normal due to the robotic enhancement. Left arm has an energy rifle built into it, and the left arm can produce an energy blade. The legs are able to move faster than normal human limbs, and can produce a great deal of lift allowing for powerful jumps. Boosters on the soles of the feet allow for propulsion for both ascent and descent.
Biography: General Kharan has proven his valor in battle time and time again. A ruthlessly cunning man, he leads the Zha'lai forces against the immortals with a vengeance. More than willing to slaughter a whole city for one or two specimens, he often comes at odds with the scientists, who want the Immortals taken alive for study and magical extraction. His robotic enhancements came primarily from military grants and his own salary, and he is constantly upgrading his performance to be the greatest killing machine possible.

Can i be an Ancient PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!............. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!...
......If can il give you a cookiexXx

Name: Kana (Oh so predictable)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Faction: Del'zhym
Appearance: Black hair that goes down to her collar bone. Sapphire blue eyes. Pale, thin. Somewhat small and frail looking.
Equipment: Cresent staff (weapon), hand-gun (No armor).
Abilities: Fire, Blizzard, Thunder, Cure, Hikan (light spell), Gouza'an (dark spell).

Biography: Kana grew up in a middle class family, learning the techniques of magic starting when she was about 15. She was taught by a mid-level mage, her parents not being able to send her to a proper mage school with all other expenses (Magic is just a side class to them) She had just mastered Hikan and Gouza'an when her teacher left momentairily to visit a friend in another city. She later heard that the city had been completely destroyed soon after he was to arrive by the Zha'lai. She now helps in the fight against them when able, but does nothing too risky. She avoids doing anything too rash out of fear of death.

I was thinking of calling the Del'zhym the Cetra. They technically ARE Ancients, they are the ones who have inherent magical power and the like. So yes, you may be an ancient.

And Starlight's character is good too. The Del'zhym have basic firearm technology, but no energy weapons or anything.

Name:Reaha
Gender:Female
Age:17
Race:Human/Ancient
Faction:.....?
Appearence:Long black hair down do waist in pig tails with purple ribbon,about 5.2ft dark green eyes pale and very thin,wear's a sleeveless Black Indian Dress with purple pattern that goes to knee's with Big Boot's and black gloves has a tatoo a bear's paw on the back of her shoulder.
Equipment/Abillity:Her own two fist's and her special lightfeathers where millions of titaniam feathers fall from the sky attacking the enemy then there's Arrow's of Fire she get's her bow out shoot's a lit arrow up in the air and when it comes back down a ball of fire attacks the enemy,and all elements of magic especially fire and wind.

Biography:born in a small villiage Tyhite where she is the princess of an Indian tribe the Kohains. When she was six the mortals came and killed her parents and burned her village so she was brought up with Wolfgrey who taught her how to fight be one with planet and nature and is now old enough to get her revenge!

We can probably start in a bit. I'll describe a bit of the factions before we start so we know what is going on.

The Immortals have had their world invaded and a lot of their people killed. They want the humans to go away and never come back and are willing to pursuade them to do so by force.

The Zha'lai are under strict orders to subjugate the Immortals, take over their world, and capture them for experimentation and magical extraction. They are not willing to give any quarter or give up in their mission.

The Del'zhym are an ancient race of magic-using humans who've known how to call the Immortals into battle. Those who have come do not want the Zha'lai to take over, but they also want to learn more of the power that the Immortals hold and become stronger.

Anyways, just post and we'll all pick up from there.

Gilgamesh

"Fall back! Fall back!" Gilgamesh summoned his troops back to the base. They could'nt fight like this for long. There was no possible way his company could get through without having a few casualties. And in that case, they'd be screwed.
Gilgamesh knew he needed to do something. But what?

Kharan

"Keep advancing! We have them on the run!"

A battalion of tanks move forward, their guns pointed at the fleeing Immortals.

"This is General Kharan!" I call out at the leader, an armored figure with many weapons. "Surrender now and we will spare your lives!"

Gilgamesh

"Eh? That guy again? I guess it's time." Gilgamesh put his hands together in a meditating state. A bright light emanated from his body, and several seconds later, he went into his true 8-armed form. "Bring it on, fools!"

Kharan

"FIRE!"

The tanks unleash a volley of energy bursts at the column of Immortals.

"Sir!sir!, there coming up the other side there going to attack us from the side" *hesitates* "let me look after them sir!" *runs down hill*enemy peeping over the hill then the everthing goes black "You soab come an get me!" in a blink of an eye Reaha lights up and a swarm of titaniam feather's attack the enemy injuring many!x

I'll move this to Arts & Writing and you may all continue on in there. :)

Kharan

"Fools!" I hiss as a rain of titanium feathers sweeps through my ranks.

"Second wave! Attack the Del'zhym wench!"

A squad of sleek airships sweeps over Reaha's position, firebombing her unit.

"HA you think you can catch me"*Reaha run's as fast as she can over the hill* "Come on you fools" then she turns round "BlackBears attack!!!!!" lodz of Indian Mages came running at the enemy it was a full on attack!"You Shall See My Wrath!x

Kharan

As Reaha's mage unit moves in position, several mecha appear from behind the unit, catching them in a pincer attack. The airships continue to firebomb them as the mecha unleash several energy bursts, trapping the unit in a wall of fiery death.

Name: X
Gender: Unknown (wears a helmet, presumed to be male)
Age: Unknown (amnesia) estimated to be 20 or so
Race: Human (an assumption)
Faction: Del'zhym
Appearance: Looks like a motorcycle professional racer
Equipment: Gloves, Helmet, Unknown (for the moment, X fights through melee)
Abilities: Martial Arts expertise of unknown origin (presumed to be self-taught free-style)
Biography: Vague. An amnesiac mercenary for hire taking advantage of the Del'zhym for their expertise in the field of personal history. Pay will be that of a memory regained.

X

Del'zhym Commander: "Reeha!"

Turns to X.

Del'zhym Commander: "Don't just stand there! You're here to fight!"

X: "Shut up! Look."

The Del'zhym commander looks on toward Reeha's position and calms down.

X: "She has full control of her situation."

X walks away toward the encroaching Zha'lai.

Del'zhym Commander: "Where are you going?"

X: "I don't take orders from anyone. I'll show you why."

X charges in and dives into a huge swarm of Zha'lai troops.

Del'zhym Commander: "He's insane."

The troops envelop X and it seems that "he" has met his end. Suddenly, the soldiers surrounding him fall and X is revealed to be uninjured. X then continues on into the massive army of Zha'lai.

[COLOR=Purple]So is it fire you want BlackBears ready?","READY MAM" and now the all raised there arrow's in the air "FIRE" the lites dissapeared into the sky the indian mages calm down the fire with water magic "Boldeagle where is Kana find her" "YES MAM" he said and off he went "rite get Groundworm to out sheild up"x

Gilgamesh

"Looks like we're in luck." Gilgamesh returned to his original form, his many weapons dissapearing. He ran towards the heat of the battle. "I HAVE to fight this 'Legendary General'."

Kana looked over to the side, hearing the sounds of war. "Oh no... not them again!" She said, worried. Her cresent staff appeared in hand, as she focused her energy for a spell. She stared intently at the area in which the battle was unfolding.

Kharan

I curse. There are too many of them for now.

"Fall back!" I yell, pulling my forces back. "Return to base before we're trapped!"

The units unleash a few more attacks before turning and retreating in ordered ranks, firing back every once in awhile to cover themselves.

"You can not escape this" Then the sky turn red as blood and massive balls of fire attack the air ships *BOOM!* they explode "they are retreating everyone Victory is ours for now!,ok let's get all the wounded and go back to camp" Reaha goes to talk to X..

Kharan

Several mecha turn and intercept the magical assault, mitigating its power and protecting the fleeing column. Continuing our flight, we return to base to prepare for another strike, when not caught between two foes.

((I'm going to make another character))

Name: Odin
Gender: Male
Age: 13,721
Race: Odin
Faction:Immortal
Appearance: http://vally8.free.fr/jeux/ff9/cd2.jpg
Equipment/Abilities: Lance of Longinus, Silver Sword. Commands death magic and gravity magic with ease. His lance can be used to charge down foes, impaling them with great power and ferocity. His Silver Sword is known to cleave hordes of enemies in two with little effort.
Biography: Odin is an older Immortal with great experience and prowess on the battlefield. He is well respected for his skill and much feared by his foes.

X

As X steps away from the battlefield for a 10-second rest, "he" is approached by Reeha.
X pulls a small dagger out of his jacket. Reeha stops in wonder.
X slices open the covering over his leg and reveals a wound with a jagged metal shard protruding. X cuts into the exposed flesh in effort to remove the shard.
The metal sliver falls to the dirt below. X slams his dagger into the rock on which he sits and it bursts into flames. The flames disappear quickly and X places the hot iron on his wounded leg.
This action tempts Reeha to squirm.
The injury cauterized, X looks up at Reeha.

X: "What do you want? Are you going to say something?"

Odin

I rush in behind Gilgamesh.

"Gilgamesh! Stop!" I call out in a booming voice.

Gilgamesh

"Oh, you." Gilgamesh turned around. "Should have figured you'd come to ruin my fun. I wanted to have thier generals head. But I suppose I can wait till another day, right?" He thrust his weapon into the ground.

Odin

"Have you no grasp of tactics, Gilgamesh?" I say in a stern, reprimanding voice. "If you pursue, it will be they who take your own head. Besides, we have these other humans to deal with. We should get rid of them now so we can concentrate our efforts on the real threat."

Name: Rale
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, estimated to be OLD
Race: Human
Faction: Del'zhym
Appearance: Disheveled sorcerer
Equipment: Magical items: Rod, Book of Spells, Cloak, Ring
Abilities: Magic
Biography: Vague. A secretive, power-mad sorcerer, the Del'zhym are suspicious as to why he aids their cause. Rale speaks in a voice that goes almost unheard as his vocal chords do not function properly. It is his goal to "steal" the hearts of all whom he should fell and use their souls to increase his powers.

Rale

The old sorcerer walks amidst the fallen soldiers of the Zha'lai.

Rale: "Pathetic. None have hearts strong enough to bother."

While distracted by his disappointment, Rale does not notice the approaching Immortal.

I guess i'll add my final two characters.

Name: Staccato Raoyu
Gender: Male
Age: ?
Race: Human- undead
Faction: Zha'lai
Appearance: Messy, dirty blonde hair, and cold, dead, black eyes. Pale skin, rotted down to the bone. Normally wears an orange vest and baggy black pants.
Equipment/Abilities:
Weapons- Death Sentence (Scyth), Black Raven (Great Sword).
Abilities- Being undead, Staccato is almost impervious to any attack, and absorbs darkness into his body, only increasing his capabilities. Unlike many ghouls and skeletons, he is unnafected by healing magics.
But that makes him even more weakened to holy magic.
Raven Wing- Grow Black wings capable of flight
Chaos Rain- during flight "" rains down black magic.
Necrolancer- Powerful scyth strike

Biography: Staccato is a partner to General Kharan, having made a name of himself from his horrifieng battle stories. Gave up his soul to be one of the undead, and some believe he has no sense of control. In fact, it is commonly known throughout the Zha'lai armies that he is completly insane. Enjoys monologuing.

Name:Marcato Raoyu
Gender: Female
Age: ?
Race:Human- magically enhanced
Faction: Zha'lai
Appearance: Black, raggedy hair, and red, bloodlusting eyes. Red skin, preserved by various magics injected into her bloodstream. Very toned body, unlike her brother. Wears clothes common to a berserker.
Equipment/Abilities:
Weapons- Talons growing from her hands.

Abilities-Can go absolutly berserk, unable to distinguish friend from foe. (Staccato excluded)

Biography: An emotionless follower of the Zha'lai empire. Twin sister to Staccato.

Argon of the Kantrishakrim

Age: five thousand generations. the Kantri life span is that one hundred fold of that of a human

Gender:Male
Race:Kantrishakrim (the greater kindred of dragons)
Apperance:his scales are a mix of silver gade. the size of a loodland house.
Weaponds:the Fire within
Abilities:
Flight-
Fire-
Reborn-(if a kanitri falls in love with a human, when he dies his dragon body will be consumed by the inner fire...inside will be his living human form with eternal yuth).
The language of Truth-(telepathy)

Kharan

I move through the headquarters at a swift, steady pace.

"Someone get me Staccato," I say in a tone that is not to be ignored."

Name: Valefor
Gender: Unspecified
Age: Unknown
Race: The Five Feathered Gods
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: Laserfire Dragon-bird
Equipment: n/a
Abilities: Laser Fire
Biography: God of Starfire, Valefor has been recognized throughout the ages as an unfathomable weapon. It has often been wondered as to how Valefor is able to fire an intense ray of laser light from its feathers, however, such wonder is made irrelevent upon witnessing the devastation that comes from these lasers. The Five Feathered Gods treat Valefor as a Captain as it were. Thus great authority is given this brilliant fowl.

Valefor

The laserfire bird of prey swoops down upon the unsuspecting Rale. A screech warns him of the attack, but too late. Valefor catches up Rale in its claws and flies off.
The old sorcerer begins casting spells in desperation. With a fire spell, he manages to free himself from the monster's grip. It occurs to him as he falls it may not have been the best decision to make.
As Valefor curves around, it begins a strange pattern of movement.
Rale realizes this must be a projectile attack and quickly begins casting another spell.
The huge bird launches a volley of laser fire upon Rale as he plummets to the hard earth below.
As the laser approach with unimaginable speed, the sorcerer finishes his incantation and . . . flies away.
Though surprised by Rale's transformation into a bird of likeness to itself, Valefor continues on in attempt to bring him down.

[[[lol Hey Yu, good to see ya]]]

Staccato

"You call?" In a flush of feathers, Staccato appears from thin air. "I heard we were having a bit of trouble. Might it be that the mighty Kharan finally needs some help from this rotted, old corpse?" He laughed maniacally. "I thought that you could 'handle this easily'?"

Knights of the Round

Name: King Arthur
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Race: Human
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: Gold-armored with a "helmet that looks like it can fly on its own"
Equipment: Excalibur (sword), Ron (spear)
Abilities: Lake of Fire (long-ranging slash), Revolver (spinning attack), Cabal (summons A's hunting dog to battle)
Biography: Born the rightful heir of Uther Pendragon (surname chosen by a glance at the "Dragon's Head" constellation), Arthur was raised by his uncle with his cousin, Kay, to shield him from the luxuries afforded a prince. Arthur's sense of justice has always been without question. Upon his death, he (along with many of his knights) ascended to the Immortal Plains.

Name: Lancelot
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Human
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: Silver-armored
Equipment: Joyeux (joyce is my pronunciation of L's sword)
Abilities: Starstorm (summons L's goshawk to aid in battle or send messages)
Biography: Lancelot is one of Arthur's closest friends and is his most trusted knight. His son, Galahad (conceived of a treacherous and loveless union), would precede him in the title of "Perfect Knight."

Name: Galahad (control to the first who claims this name)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: brutish yet gallant, blonde hair and blue eyes
Equipment: warhammer
Abilities: Breakearth
Biography: Born to Lancelot and Elaine of a night of loveless union, Galahad was raised far from the world of Knights and Kings. Elaine having told him stories of his father, Lancelot the Knight, Galahad set out for knighthood for his own reasons. Upon a chance confrontation with a Arthur's cousin, Sir Kay, Galahad asked immediately where he could find Camelot.

Name: Tristan (control to the first who claims this name)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Human
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: gallant, brown hair and green eyes
Equipment: trident
Abilities: Hurricane
Biography: Not much is known of the history of Sir Tristan, other than his faithful service as a knight of Arthur's Table.

Name: Merlin (control to the first who claims this name)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown (freakin' old)
Race: Human
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: pruned and grey, dressed in a sorcerer's gown
Equipment: Oak Staff
Abilities: Various Spells
Biography: Taught all he knows during an appreticeship with a wizard far more powerful than him, Merlin's destiny was foretold ages ago and he carried it out by giving Arthur to his uncle and taking him to the Lady of the Lake to obtain Excalibur (yes, for anyone who doesn't know: the sword in the stone wasn't Excalibur, in fact, it broke in combat, thus Merlin brought him to the Lady of the Lake).

((I want to remind everyone playing that it's extremely rude to do something to someone else without their having a chance to respond. So remember, tailor your posts so that if you attack someone or something, you don't actually pick their response for them, let them respond as they will.))

Kharan

"I wasn't supplied with enough troops to handle a pincer attack such as that," I growl. "And whose fault is that?"

*Argon asks Kharan*-could you use some help?

Staccato

"Now let's not be pointing the finger now, Kharan. I'm here, and that's all that matters, no?" Staccato pulled the Death Sentence from his back. "So, who do you want me to kill?"

Argon

violence will only bring more violence.

Kharan

"As much as I'd like to obtain more specimens for our research, I think the other humans are the most problematic at this time. I want you to take a contingent of troops and attack their encampment before they can join forces with the Immortals. Also, send an envoy under their name and have them insult the Immortals to sow dischord between the two. I'm going to have the repairs done and send a mecha unit in after the Immortals."

I turn to the other figure.

"Who are you? And how did you get in here?"

Staccato

"Whatever you say, my good friend." Staccato made a mock bow, then walked over to the troop quarters. The various soldiers that were sprawled across the tent immediatly stood up, a look of fear in their eyes. This was not totally uncommon, as fear was, in Staccato's mind, respect.
"We will be attacking the Del'zhym encampment in 1 hour. Prepare yourselves for battle, or i'll personally make sure to kill you. I will be meeting you all at my quarters." He walked back out, the soldiers sighing greivingly.

Odin

Seeing that the Zha'lai have retreated, I turn again to Gilgamesh.

"The other humans are still there. We should drive them from our soil now, before they have a chance to entrench themselves on our homeland."

Gilgamesh

"Great. I've been needing a good workout for quite a time, now." Gilgamesh removed his spear from the ground. He was prepared for almost anything.

(Could this possibly be leading to a fight between Odin/Gilgamesh against Staccato? 'Twill be interesting if so. :p )

Odin

I draw my silver sword from its sheathe and spur my horse at the Del'zhym line.

"Let's go!"

Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh runs at full speed to keep up with Odins horse. "Finally! Another chance to redeem myself!"

Staccato

"Keep up, worthless fools. We want to reach the encampm..." Staccato saw the dust kicking up from the two crossing Immortals. "What a lucky turn of events!" Staccato laughed out loud. "Nevermind, fools. Go back to the base. These two will take care of the Del'zhym for us. Then, i'll just defeat the weakened fools, and come back with some more test material."
"Go tell Kharan i'll be bringing some guests... And make it quick!" Staccato regrew the fearsome raven wings, and flew for the Del'zhym encampment.

Odin

My silver sword flashes as I shear through the Del'Zhym ranks with ease, the blade shining with an eerie light.

Staccato

"How about some heavy artillery to take care of the scum?" Staccato prepares for a magical attack, moving ever closer to the battle-torn base.
He takes a sudden swoop into the sky, blocking the sun from view. "About time you fools met your match. " Staccato began a demonic chant, preparing for the dive...

Argon


*I wach from my hill the battle that takes place.*

"humans are so hungry for power that they kill their own kin"

*sadness takes over and the Soul Gem on my forhead gleams a briliant green fire like a beakon.*

Odin

I see the forces assembled before me. Dark magic swirls in my hands and is unleashed upon the ranks, causing some of the closer tanks to become crushed by their own weight.

X

"I haven't time for your silent treatment, Reeha." X turns to Reeha. "The decisions we make in battle may yet affect our future. You'll have to forgive me a sudden departure."
X turns away from Reeha and walks back into battle, his primary concern: the maniacal Staccato.

Rale

The bird-form sorcerer rains down on the Zha'lai with a storm of fire spells as Valefor surges behind.
"Nuisance. I will destroy you now!"
Rale turns on Valefor and unleashes a storm of meteors.

Valefor

The bird-god maneuvers around the oncoming meteors and counters with a barrage of laserfire, predictable though it may be.
This time, Rale, distracted by his own spell, is knocked straight to the ground.
Before Valefor can finish this cretin, an earthsteady Immortal calls out to it, it sounds like some sort of warning.

Argon


*In the bitterness in me of seen the race of men fight their own kind, I fly down to the field of battle ,the Soul Gem on my forhead gleaming like a star, I call up the fire within me and make a wall of inpenitralbe flame, dividing the armies and stand in the midst of them*

Stop! or the blood of men will be staind ten fold for every man who dies today. My people cannot hold back their own hate for long. But I hope for a day where the races of this world can gather for a truce from this bloody war.

*I wait for a reply*

Name: Zephyr
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Faction: Zha'lai
Appearance: Feathered hair and millennia-tech gear
Equipment: Gloves, Procne (bow), Sparrows (homing arrows), Sturge (crossbow)
Abilities: Hawkeye vision, Serpent's sensitivity, Cougar relflexes
Biography: Captain of the Zha'lai Missiles, an archery team whose expertise was used for sport until the military drafted them into this horrid conflict. Over the years of training which seemed more like petty abuse, Zephyr has become cold and calculating, heartless.

Zephyr

Zephyr hears the voice of an Immortal flying above. Over the dirge of the ongoing battle, she cannot make out what is being said. In her ignorance, she turns on Argon and fires a Sparrow straight at the esmeraldic gem lodged in his forehead.

Staccato

"What's this?" He saw the wall of flame seperating the two armies, the source being the dragon. "What a pest. I'll just eliminate them all! Chaos Rain!" Black energy exploded from Staccato's wings, falling upon the battle field. Then, he began a twirling dive into the center, black energy flying to and fro.

Argon

*the humans persist in thier attack. One of them throw a dealy object in the path of my Soul Gem . In deffence I burn the air clean with Fire, leaping to the sky as I do so. The anger of my kin take over and in a burning rage let forth the Healing rain of the Kantri "Fire from Heaven"*

May the souls of the true forgive me!

*I call out useing true speach to the gedri who fired*

{little one though you have attacked me, my hart burns not towards thee. tell your people to leave. The kantri have heard my call and will come to deffend their King. their hate is stong and I can only hold pitty for the Gedrishakrim}

((That was generalized to people I've seen doing it. Just a reminder, no specific target))

Odin

My horse sprints forward, under the attack. I slash with my sword and a huge shockwave of silver energy hurls outwards at Staccato. I slash a few more times, sending out more energy, before crouching in my saddle as my horse dodges the attacks.

Staccato

Staccato stopped, and landed. The energy from odins sword had created two large gashes in his chest, and those who survived his assault noticed maggots falling from the wound. "But a flesh wound, fool!" Staccato pulled out his Death Sentence. "Surrender now, lest I kill you. You're quite a god on the battlefields, no? If so it would be very discouraging to your troops to see you murdered.Might just make them lose any and all confidence in this already hopeless war for you." Staccato made a sinister laugh.

Odin

Several slashses of my sword send energy arcing at Staccatto's army.

"You think highly of yourself, human. You'd think a rotting corpse sustained by stolen magic can defeat one such as I?"

Staccato

"Heh. I can't be hurt by stuff like this! It hardly even resembles a mosquito bite!" Staccato ran toward Odin, with intent to kill. "You'll submit to your superiors, whelp!" He jumped, preparing for his famous 'Necrolancer'.

Odin

The Lance of Longinus appears in my hand and I thrust it at the charging Stacatto, a beam of dark energy firing from it and arcing at his chest.

Staccato

"Fool!" Staccato absorbed the dark energy, and went in for the kill...
He hit the ground, and stood up. It was not Odin he saw, but Gilgamesh. He had jumped in the way of the cutting path, blocking Odin from the blow. There was a bright flash, and Gilgamesh's body dissapeared, leaving nothing but a piece of magicite.

(I killed my own character. I'm mean. :cry: )

Odin

A ferocious roar of anger issues from me and my horse leaps high into the air, my blade whipping at Staccatto's head.

Staccato

Staccato, still dumbed down by the sudden change in his plans, took the blow, instantly decapitating him. His body slumped to the ground, lifeless. Instead of a flow of blood, a colony of maggots piled onto the ground besides Odins horse.

Name: Xon'ra Ki

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Race: Genetic material from Bahumet. Mostly robotic.

Faction: Zha'lai

Appearance: Xon'ra is tall. He stands at a good 9 ft. Xon'ra is mostly armor or robotic parts, however, around the mouth, hands and some joints, traces of Bahumet's DNA can be seen. Usually fights in a hunched stance, raising only to talk.

Equipment/Abilities: He carries an energy sword in his right hand. He can shoot plasma-flames out of his left hand. He's fast and strong, however, lacks reflexes and control. He also has a magical barrier, lessening the damage delt to him. Only the smart and brave may hope of slaying him on the battlefeild.

Biography: As the Zha'lai invaded, they found themselves attacked by the Immortals, unable to hold all of them back. However, one of the soldiers was attacked by Bahumet. The man survived long enough to make it to the sick-bay where he revealed that he had been torn in half by this monster. The doctor began to inqure him further, however, he died. The doctor was, however, able to obtain saliva samples from the mighty Dragon King. Combining these with Human DNA and state-of-the-art robotics, the Zha'lai were able to create a super-soldier and their first ever caster of magic (despite it's weakness...); Xon'ra Ki.

Xon'ra Ki

The beast awoke. It's dark. Too dark. He looked around, seeing nothing he turned towards the corner.
He blinked. Suddenly, the room's lighting became bearable. He scanned for an exit. He found a door, pressing his ears up against it, he listened to see if anyone was there. 2... Maybe 3 gaurds... He wasn't that concerned. He kicked down the door. He saw 2 gaurds, a male and a female, he immeadiatley speared the male with his energy sword and grabbed the other one by the throat, watching her squirm as the breath left her and she died.
He laughed an evil laugh as he walked down the long corridor, occasionaly glancing from side to side. When he fell in pain. He writhed and struggled on the floor until he blacked out.

The beast opened his eyes once more. This time he was strapped down. But he could hear a voice.
An awful human voice.
"Ok, let's try this again. We are the Zha'lai. You work for us now."

((I'm going to not make a big deal of the characters already made, but I want to remind everyone that the Zha'lai have VERY little magic, just about every character that is part of the Zha'lai should be either normal human or robotically enhanced. There aren't a lot of captured Immortals, and they're generally weaker so the Zha'lai wouldn't be able to enhance people with the more advanced genes yet.))

Odin

Wheeling my horse, I begin slashing with great vigor, attacking the Zha'lai forces in an attempt to utterly destroy them.

((Well Staccato and Marcato were traitors to the Del'zhym. They used their more advanced magic to thier own advantage by totally stopping the aging process. Staccato being the unlucky of the two as he's now a walking corpse. Speaking of Staccato...))

Staccato

"Ugh... Stupid pig chopped off my head." Staccato opened his eyes, and noticed he was staring at his own body. "Dammit. Another decapitation? Stupid immortal distracted me. Get up you lazy sack of bones!" His body began moving, and Staccato felt the magic in his body getting back to work. "Now go get the Magicite, worm! We can't let the fool Odin get it!"
Staccato's decapitated body began searching along the ground for the stone. Staccato could feel the ground from there, and he could probably find it by touch.
His hands brushed over something smooth, and he immediatly took the chance. His body rushed back and put the object in front of his face.
"Yes, that's it. Now let's get the hell out of here." He picked up his head and scyth, and ran back to the Zha'lai base in a unbalanced stupor.

((I'm going to not make a big deal of the characters already made, but I want to remind everyone that the Zha'lai have VERY little magic, just about every character that is part of the Zha'lai should be either normal human or robotically enhanced.))Right. Sorry, I just wanted to create an intresting character...

Xon'ra Ki

"...And that is how you were created. Which is why everything you do will be for us. You are not completly human, respect us and follow orders and you may have a chance of becoming equal. Slip up and you will also be destroyed when judgement day comes and the foolish ones who refuse to abide by the reign and power of technology are destroyed." The human flashed a small device. "Do you know what this is? This is a remote. It controls a device in your brain which will cause pain until you black-out. I suggested 70,000 GCWU. They put in 10,000. Pity, you wouldn't have felt it had I been in charge. Of course, that's because you'd be dead." He then pressed a button on the remote, releasing Xon'ra's restraints. The officer looked at him, "report to the bridge. I hear Kharan wants to speak with you. Prey he has more mercy then I do." The man then turned, "and don't try anything funny either. I hear he has a remote too."

((It's OK, just for future reference))

Kharan

Staccatto has failed. Damned fool. The forces I am mustering are now useless. Irritated, I give the order to disband for the night. He had better have a good excuse.

Staccato

Just barely reaching the base by nightfall, Staccato makes it over to Kharans quarters, kicking open the door. "Kharan, get the stupid stitchers in here. I have some important business to discuss, that can't wait for me to get my head back on. I have..." He pulled out the odd stone from his pocket, and set it on Kharans desk. "Magicite."

Kharan

I send for the stitchers.

"Magicite?" I ask, somewhat intrigued but still ready to possibly tear off a few more of Staccatto's limbs.

Staccato

"An immortals soul. Some say they were onced used to absorb magic by the old Zha'lai empire, but it was destroyed when the humans and Immortals worlds split up. I believe this could be the key to even more experimentation with magic. It came from the immortal that saved Odin." The stitchers came into the room, and began putting Staccatos head back on. "With this, we might possibly have a chance to turn the tides a bit. I have no idea what untapped power it could have stored inside..." He made a short pause, the stitchers going about their work. "But I sure as hell can feel it."

Kharan

I look at the strange shard before me. I, too, can feel it's power.

"Why haven't the other immortals we've slain transformed into Magicite?"

Staccato

"I'd like to say I know, but I have absolutly no idea. Maybe it's dependant upon the Immortal, or how we kill them. i just can't tell." The stitchers finished their job, and walked out. "Maybe..." Staccato stopped. He grabbed his scyth. "This is a magical weapon. Our lack of magical weapons or, Effective magical weapons is pretty much finite, so we only use them in extreme cases. Maybe, the Immortals energy reacts with the energy magic is composed of. It's a stretch, but i'ts possible. Do we have any Immortals in chriogenic sleep?"

Kharan

"A few. Most fled or were killed before they could be subdued. They fight like rabid beasts, and they aren't willing to give in."

Staccato

"Well, we need to test my hypothesis, so might as well set me up one. I don't care what it is, this is for power." Staccato picked up his scyth, and walked towards the testing grounds. He paused a moment."This could make us gods, you know that Kharan? No more listening to that fool of a commander. We could own all magic. Make the world ours!" He turned around, his eyes burning with evil. "All I need is your input. It could be our time. The bane of mortals has already been removed from both of us! We are better then them. They don't even deserve to live. If I can get this to work, we could disband from the army! Get the magicite ourselves, without anyone knowing a thing! All I need is your cooperation, Kharan, and we'll rule everything." Staccato turned back, continuing to the test grounds.

Argon

*I weep for the Souls below and shudder at the sin I'm about to commit. behind me I hear the sound of thunder, turning I see the sky black with smoke. My kin have come to cleans the land with fire. In their faces I see the sadness of knowing what must be done and the hate towards the gedri for antcent crimes done to our people. In an effert to keep the gedri alive I call one last time in skatered true speach*
{Hear me all. The Kantri have come and the land will be a burning ruin. Stop the blood shed and and flee! And forgive me for this terrible sin.}

Kharan

"If you think I ever intended to give any of this to our superiors, you're a fool," I grunt. "We captured a beast that calls itself 'Ifrit'. He seems to command fire. Why don't you go look at him and see what you can do."

Zephyr

Over the roar of warring around her, Zephyr still cannot understand the words flowing from the mouth of the Immortal above her. "Programmed" to be a warrior and little else, her mind remains on the battle at hand. She yet again takes aim with a Sparrow but before she can fire, the earth trembles beneath her and she loses her balance. She looks around. There is no sign of anything on the ground that could have caused this tremor. She looks up toward the Immortal who has altered course and notices a strange phenomena she can't describe. Almost immediately, fire floods the sky and rains down like a hurricane of starfire. In what would seem to be her final moments, Zephyr bows her head in silence.

X

X chuffs in an arrogant manner as he looks upon the Zha'lai encampment.
"Staccato, you fool. You should've been watching your back. Now you've led me directly to your base." He says in a voice that as usual is more or less muffled by his helmet.
X stealthily approaches the guard whose back is turned.
The guard bursts into flames and burns to ash as he is stabbed in the back by X's exploding dagger.
"Now. Let's see what kind of atrocities you are involved in, Zha'lai."

Valefor

As the laserfire bird watches Rale crash to the feet of Odin, it hears the horse-back war-god call out.

Kharan

The alarm sounds immediately.

"Damn! You must have been followed!" I growl. Walking over to the PA system, I yell into the speaker.

"ALL FORCES! ASSEMBLE AND ATTACK THE INTRUDER!"

Several soldiers move towards the threatened area, weapons ready.

Odin

I wheel my horse around.

"Return to town!" I call out. "Gather the wounded and the dead. Any surviving generals report to me as soon as able."

Staccato

"I shall do that." Staccato exited Kharans quarters, then went to the lab. "I need the Immortal named Ifrit delivered to the testing grounds ASAP! Get to work!" He left for the testing sector.
The sudden alarm startled him. "Dammit! Whenever I try to get some real work done, some other issue pops up. What is it now, Kharan?" Staccato turned back towards the base, and regrew his raven wings.
" I can't allow them to get the magicite!" He sped towards the Zha'lai HQ.

Argon


*With the destroction and voices of pain all around me, I seek in desperation to save the one who calls herself Zephyr.*

How swiftly the lives of the gedri pass buy! Like candles befor the wind!

*she is too yung to suffer such a fate. I swoop down a take hold of the small yet strong spirited one. its is all I can do to asure my self that peace can take place. Away from the inferno and to the woods I find a spring where Zephyr may rest.*

Valefor

Valefor watches as the soldiers struggle to pick themselves up. Though concern of Rale's threat is still at the fore of its mind, the bird decides to forego pursuance of the old sorcerer and elects to lend its assistance to the army, picking up wounded soldiers with its claws.

X

X cuts the alarm line in the main wall of this disturbing laboratorial base and shatters a lightsource as soldiers approach. He attaches to the ceiling of this corridor and watches as the guards pass by oblivious to his presence.
Stalking down the shafts of the base, X searches out Staccato and Kharan.

Rale

Though only half-awake due to the injuries he's sustained, Rale has clarity enough to drag himself from the Immortal Army while its attention lies elsewhere. Within what seems to be an hour, Rale finds himself at the base of an encampment and loses consciousness.

Arthur

"I see." King Arthur's reaction to the news brought by Lancelot is most understandable. He had arrived with a message from his goshawk, Starstorm. The Immortal Army was falling back.
Lancelot speaks in a reassuring tone. "They are merely regrouping, your Magesty, they are not being back-driven. They are not strong enough to pursue the invaders whether Zha'lai or Del'zhym. However, they will stand their ground if the attacks should charge again."
"When they charge again." Arthur looks out his window onto their illustrious land. "When we arrived on this immortal plane, we swore to protect as if it were not only our homeland but itself a member of our family."
Lancelot nods his agreement.
"Now we are invaded by not one but two armies hoping to claim our power."
Lancelot again chimes in, though uncetain whether he is welcome. "The Del'zhym seem to be more at war with the Zha'lai, my Liege, it might yet be possible for us to--!
"Wipe them out! All of them . . ."
Lancelot's eyes widen in shock. This was not the voice of his king, his friend. What could have stirred such rage in him? "Your Magesty. Most assuredly you would not suggest we kill them all in cold blood."
"They are invading our land!" Arthur turns to his faithful knight. "They trespass unto our homeland and we fall back. They slaughter countless souls and we fall back. In time the two armies may cast away what little aggression they have for each other and allign in a campaign against us. I will not tolerate that. I will stay true to my oath to the forefathers of this plane of existence even if I must sacrifice mine!"

Name: Sen
Gender: Male
Age:17
Race: Human
Faction: Neutral. (Del'zyhm parents)
Appearance:A young man with a tired look about him. His eyes are dark, as if he has seen horrors beyond his time. About 6ft2, dark short hair. Dressed as a simple mercenary he travels the world.
Equipment/Abilities: A partuarly skilled swordsman, he relies more on speed and skill than strength. He carries a steel rapier. Although there are better blades available this one appears to have particular significance to this individual. Favouring speed over strength he wears no armour. Knows a little of curative magic, but seems reluctant to use it.

Kharan

I stalk the halls, scanning the area intently. Since the intruder has not yet been located, I am fairly certain that it is an assassin. I am not overly concerned, however. If they wish to fight me, they will find they have bitten off much more than they can chew.

Odin

I stand upon a hill, watching the battered army return to the village and guarding their return. When they have all rested, I will take the remaining warriors and eradicate the other forces from our homeland.

Marcato

Marcato opened her eyes. The alarm that was going off woke her from her sleep. She pushed a button on the inside of her chemical tank, releasing the water. The glass slid down, and she stepped out. After getting some clothes on, she moved out of her room, locking the door.

Kharan

I flip open a communicator.

"I want all security cameras set to infra-red. Any anomoly is to be killed on sight."

Argon


*Zephyr lays in the grass, cluching her wepon like a child holding valuable toy. I wait for her to wake wile I go to find an ox, that she may regain her strength. As I hunt for sutable meat, I try to reach into her mind and wake her with true speach.*




Shinyalieshakrim

Name:Shinya
Gender: Female
Age:800 yr
Race: Kantri
Appearance: still a yongling by Kantri standards Shinya is a dark coper color with a brite red Soul Gem
Abilities: same as Argon's but less developed. she has more than once tried to win Argos heart but he choses to stay single untill he meets a Spirit mate.

[[just so ppl know "true speach is the Kantri term for telepathy"]]


*I saw from the movment that these gedri had found one of the few entities of power. This one they prepaired for some test*

Name: Weapon X
Gender: Unknown (wears a helmet, presumed to be male)
Age: Unknown (amnesia) estimated to be 20 or so
Race: Human (an assumption)
Faction: Del'zhym
Appearance: Looks like a motorcycle professional racer
Equipment: Gloves, Helmet, Exploding Dagger, Flash Boots (speeds a persons molecules to just beyond light speed), Retanence Suit (only Weapon X's suit can withstand the velocity at which his molecules travel whilst using the Flash Boots.
Abilities: Martial Arts expertise of unknown origin (presumed to be self-taught free-style)
Biography: The persona of the amnesiac mercenary as he appears to those he has hunted. Weapon X's array of equipment is unknown, but he seems to have a tool for just about everything. :D

Weapon X

X hears a whirring and struggles to focus through to the dark corners of the corridor. Though barely noticible, he can just make out a security camera.
"Hmm . . ."
X clicks his heals together, activating his Flash Boots. In a movement beyond the perception of any normal human, X flies down the hall and in his wake all cameras shatter to the floor.
As he continues at light speed, he notices Staccato spreading his Raven Wings to take flight. X slides to a stop in front of him. He sees a brilliant stone in Staccato's grip. It is hauntingly familiar.

Zephyr

In the darkness, Zephyr is overwhelmed by the tragic outcries of her fallen comrades, the sound of explosions, flames devouring the ground beneath her, the earth shaking. A soothing whisper be all that beckons her mind away from this catastrophe.
Zephyr rises suddenly, sweat beads down her forehead. She looks around. The area is somewhat pleasant in comparison to the battlefield. Peaceful. It occurs to her what's happened and she cries out.
"Missiles!" She stands. "My Zha'lai Missiles. My sisters, a curse on whomever did this. May they die in the hard metal hell of Ha--!"
Zephyr crumbles with a whimper. She notices a rather unsettling sight about her: a ghastly burn wound near her right rib.
Why am I alive?, she wonders.

Argon


*Finding one of many fat cattle, I walk to the spring where Zephyr lay. Not wanting to disterb her, I silently make my way through the trees seting down the beast neer some wood I had gatherd. As I look back at her, I here her cry out something in a voice of anger*

Little one!....*she had the look of dispair on her face* Are you not well? ohh...*I see the wound in her side...again I an plaeged by the bitterness of my sin. I stood a ways back to give her some privacy*

Name: Anima
Gender: female
Age: 4000 or something??
Race: Anima
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: *see the attactchment*
Abilities: pain, oblivion
Biography: she sacrificed her life and turned into and aeon in the hopes of giving her son strength but regretted her decision once she saw that her power had made him evil. She has now broken away from all humans and gone to help fer fellow immortals.

Xon'ra Ki
Weapon X began to reach for the stone...
When his hand was kicked away. "YOU ARE UNWORTHY!!!!" Xon'ra Ki yelled, rushing towards his oppotent, sword pointed forwards.

Shinya


*I track the the gedri to the test sight discovering that the monster is called Ifrit...I stand just a little too far in the open watching*

Odin

I sit upon my horse, watching and waiting. Already, more and more battle-ready immortals are gathering in the gorge below me, assembling to eradicate the humans from our hallowed land.

Kharan

The alarms blare as the security cameras are destroyed.

"THERE! GET THE INTRUDER!"

Several soldiers close in on the location, infra-red masks on so as to enable them to detect the intruder and guns in their hands.

Staccato

"Hrm? What's this?" Staccato turned around when he heard the scream. Seeing the two figures, he pulled out his scyth, ready for the kill. "So you're the intruders? Prepare for your death!" With one mighty swoop of his wings, he sped forward Weapon and Xon'ra.

"No" *Reaha comes out of nowhere and makes a force feild around weapon and Xon'ra* Staccato goes flying backward's "ok Run! we might be able to make it out in the underground passage way's" *run's with them to the sewer's*..xXx..

Xon'ra Ki
"NO! You are Del'zhym! You will die! YOU WILL ALL PERISH BEFORE THE FORCE OF THE ZHA'LAI!!!" Xon'ra grabbed his energy sword and charged towards weapon X, a small device on his neck glowing.

Weapon X

X flips over Xon'ra Ki, who in his ignorance attacks Staccato. Now, while the two fools are distracted. X flashes out of sight, the magicite in hand.
As the mercenary passes a sub-let into a research lab, he stops to overlook a hydro-stasis bin. Organic enhancements? X wonders. Suddenly, images flash through X's mind and he staggers down the hallway. In this moment of vulnerability, he is clipped by the gunbutt of a passing soldier.
As X struggles to retain consciousness, he hears Kharan's voice above him, snide and dirisive.

Zephyr

Zephyr turns toward the Immortal with the glowing gem in his forehead.
"Why have you brought me here? What is it you intend to do?" Zephyr's tone is scornful and accusatory.

((This is a massive complex. You cut a specific alarm line. This isn't like a Bond movie where the base designer has the IQ of gravy. Most of the alarms are controlled from several remote areas and cannot be severed by one cut in one area.))

Rale

Rale wakes to find himself surrounded by Zha'lai soldiers. He had indadvertently crawled directly to the enemy encampment. This would not bode well for him.
He shakily gathers himself up as the soldiers move in on him. He raises his hands in surrender, dropping his cane and spellbook.
"Em . . . par'lais?"
Rale hears some mutterance about the group.
One of the soldiers asks him, "what does that mean?"
Rale sighs and replies, "No wonder you fools are grunts. Take me to your commander, I wish to have a word with him."

Marcato

Walking silently through the halls, Marcato searches for the intruder. Many of the guards were startled by her sudden appearance, and nearly filled her with bullets. They were'nt used to her coming out of her quarters.

Staccato

"Ignorant fool! Stay out of my way!" Staccato pushes Xonra'ki to the ground. "You made me lose him! AND the magicite! Now who knows what he could do with it!" He turned around, fuming.

Kharan

I round the corner.

"What's going on here, Staccatto?" I demand.

Staccato

"Apparently, some bonehead got the magicite. Had this fool not been in the way this situation would not have happened. Did you capture the spy?" Staccato was still noticably enraged, but in calm, collected way.

Kharan

I suspect our spy and our thief are one and the same. He was detected in this area.

Staccato

"Good. We can't have the fool ruining our plans. Keep your toys in line, Kharan, or next time he might not be so lucky." He pointed to Xon'ra Ki once again. "I'll be going to find our thief, then i'll start our little 'Experiment'."

Kharan

"I need to make repairs to the base, obviously there is a rat hole somewhere that needs to be plugged.

((OK, this is going to be a general thing now. The main bases for all factions are nigh impenetrable. They have the best defenses and you shouldn't be able to get in unless you can bash in the door, so to speak. Other bases are more accessible, but the main bases are all too strong to be infiltrated.))

Xon'ra Ki
Xon'ra arose. "You fools. Why don't you just shut down the sewers? I can pursue them in the dark! They can not run from me!"

Kharan

"If the sewers are closed, he cannot escape. If you know of any weak points in which he might escape, I invite you to move there and wait for him."

I'm quoting cause it makes it easier to know wich story Im in


Zephyr[/B]

Zephyr turns toward the Immortal with the glowing gem in his forehead.
"Why have you brought me here? What is it you intend to do?" Zephyr's tone is scornful and accusatory.

Argon

*She has a right to be be angry. But try as I might I could not move my jaw correctly to speak an answer that she could understand. After several atemps (some of wich made her laugh or jump back in defence), I had to resort to useing True speach*

{Zephyr, hear me. I have wanted to speak freely among your people. But the fear of my kind has kept the Gedri from trusting us. They have hunted us down as mindless beasts of pray. Our people our united and prowd our fowndation. When we see a reace killing their own kind for power, it wounds ours harts that we cannot help them restor order. I wanted to find a way to bring the world a new begining. Do you know of the age when the race of Men and the race of the Kantri were united? It has been almost Nine thousand years since we were parted! I am one of the very few who still remember that Golden Age. long ago Men and us were togather mantaing a life of balance. The race of men were teachers of how life must not be left to go by, for my people life far longer than you can remember. The Kantri were looked apon by the Gedri as keepers of knowlege. together we were at peace. However a man saw the use of magic as a way to get further then man was ment to. He began to seek out our knowlege asking us quiestions of the deepest meaning. He lernd magic well ....but he used it to his own gain and became a Demonlord. It is this man who put mis trust in the gedri and rallied a group to serve him. then he did the unthinkable! He pland to kill the kantri yonglings for their Soul Gems and for something you gedri call Gold(wich is still a mistry to us). Its because of this that the gedri and the Kantri are now mortal ememies. I only hope to bring back the days of old, but to do this I need the help of a Gedri. That is why we are here.}

*there was still much to tell but felt that I have burdened her with too much because of the menchoning of the Demon-lord.*

Sen had been travelling all day and all night, hoping to catch up with the three forces that had engaged one another. From the troops that had fled he had heard whispers of a terrible battle with many casualities. Most had advised him to turn back. He knew in his heart he couldnt, not while there was a chance he could find him there. As he walked through the fields he picked out a distant encampment. "No better place to find info" Hoping he wouldnt run into anyone hostile now he had come so far, Sen made straight for the entrance.

((I hope I am still allowed to join in)) ((and forgive me if I'm not quite in in happenings and my poor language, I am not a native english-speaker))

Name:Diablos
Gender:Unknown, probably male
Age: I quess it's something like 10 000
Race: Diablos
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: What can I say? Huge (I am not sure about lenght of Immortals, but I have always imagined Diablos is some 4 metres [about 12 ft], red, devilish, black, long wings.
Equipment/Abilities: X-Zone(for small groups)(small means a group of 25 or less) (X-Zone sends organ beings to Diablos's domain), Float :p, Devil Trident (Shoots little funny rays of darkness that cast X-Zone around target) (can also be used as a very deadly melee or throwing weapon, pierces through any armor and, when throwed, disappears after hitting and reappears to Diablos's hand) [I tried to make him quite weak, wonder if I succeeded]
Biography: Mysterious Aeon from so-called X-Zone. Tried to fight against humans alone and got banished to "X-Zone". Succeeds in getting away and joins the battle, alone.

((Feel free to jump in where you please))

Odin

The army is gathering. Soon, I will be ready to attack the Del'zhym encampment. After they are crushed, I can move on and destroy the Zha'lai.

Name: Elzic Ash
Gender:Male
Age:1200
Race: IMmortal/Del'zheym
Faction: (Immortal, Del'zyhm, or Zha'lai)
Appearance: Human form: About 6'2 in height.Wears all white exept for armor which is red and black. Around the pupi is an emerald green ring, surroounded by yet another ring of brown.Dragon Tatoo going around his chest and stomachAeon form:Double the size, A red and black dragon
Equipment/Abilities: Human: Spear with a chain hidden inside and when given the right wrds, the spearhead ejects and turns into a spear, chain speared tip and an ejectable spearhead appears.Ability:Aeonic Transmogrification:Turns into aeon form(dire situations only)Human Incarnation:THe aeonic form channels a taste of its power to the human form, and makes the human form more powerful, almost as powerful as an aeon.Chain IMpale:Shoots the spearhead into an opponents.If given right angle can pierce multiple enemies. Blazing Armor:GIves the humanic form a suit of armor made of fire, melting any weapons from a ordinary unit and charges the humanic attack.Aeonic Abilities:Blazing Rage, causes aeon to go into a fury form.Dire situations or large groups of 26 or more.Fury Form looks like the dragon, except wit a blue and white pattern.ANd fire spells all the time.
Biography: ONce a aeon, saummoned during a long fought war in ancient times, and enchanted.The enchantment gave the aeon a human form so the aeon could spend the years of the summoners life with her.Now forever enchanted, keeps invadin enemies from his homeland.

Is this okay?

((Well, what faction are you? Otherwise it's fine))

i thought i forgot something.Since we cant be half immortal/half delzhym like i was thinknin off, ill put del'zhym

((You could say that it's an Immortal that has been living among the Del'zhym, unaware of its own origin.))

Weapon X

As X gradually recovers from his blackout, he thinks about his situation. For all he knows, he may die here. What has he accomplished? What character has he portrayed throughout this war? [[lol "character"]] What of that girl, Reeha? She helped him and he ran off without even a whisper of gratitude. I must survive this! I will leave this base and thank that girl for her tribute. X hears footsteps approaching. He looks level to see Kharan and Staccato. Still hard of hearing, X can only make out far and few words: "Magicite . . . intruder . . . thief . . . fool . . ."
Staccato turns to X as a soldier removes the helmet he wears. If the bone warrior had had eyelids, they'd be glued open in his surprise. X hears the utterance of a single name: "Xandra."

Name: Xandra Crosse
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human (confirmed)
Faction: Del'zhym
Equipment: Most of the merc's equipment has been confiscated, thus even if she escapes, she will not be able to return to this base.
Appearance: still looks like a biker but without the helmet; long, flowing blonde hair and emerald green eyes
Abilities: Acrobatic prowess and elite marksmanship, mastery of blades and martial arts, excellent escape abilities as far as Staccato can reveal.
Biography: The true identity of Weapon X. Xandra and Staccato and his sister Marcato had worked together shortly before the two turned traitor. Xandra's amnesia prevents her from remembering Staccato and the undead man and his sister still cannot shed light unto her past as she was very secretive during their exploits.

Zephyr

Zephyr looks skeptically at the strange Immortal. The gem in his forehead, the "Soul Gem" he'd mentioned, she presumes, glows brilliantly as his emotions reach out to her.
"Gedri? Kantri?" Zephyr shakes her head in confusion. "Is that what you call the Zha'lai and Immortals?"

IM goin wit the immortal living amongst the del'zhym

Del'Zhym, but i got a little personal story line for him...

You've got one? . . . or you're trying to create one . . .
If you've got one then you should just post it.

ANYWAY

Rale

"My talents are plenty, if you'll spare my life, I will fight alongside you against the Del'zhym."
Rale says to the Zha'lai soldiers surrounding him.
A soldier raises his weapon to Rale. Before anything can happen, a sound calls their attention. It is an Immortal Battle Trumpet. The Immortal armies are approaching.
The captain turns to Rale. "March out with us against the oncoming forces. Fight with us. If you do anything treacherous---"
"You'll kill me?" Rale cuts off the captain. "Rest assured, I'll do all that is in my power." Rale retrieves his things and struts off onto the battlefield, followed closely by the Zha'lai soldiers.

Elzic Ash

SO much death and destruction.I guess i have to go into this battle and fight to retain order and kill the chaos. White Swiftness(steed for those of u who are wonderin)charge into the opposing enemies!Thinking to himself, Elzic says"WHo should I attack first, the Beings of UNmesurable power whove stayed on this land for ever, or the Zhailai.A I approached. THe armies and me came to a stand still. ONe of the enemies shout"HAh the Del'Zhym have only got 1 soldier for this battle.
! I shout back "1 soldier is unfair, for you...". Soon, every screamed CHARGE!!! I felt a surge of strenth go through me.Soon i was surrounded by a several troops of the Zhailai. Platanium Extendim. A chain popped out of my spear, and gave me the advatage.I spun it around my head, killing the enemy troops around me, thats when in battle, i saw him,Rale.I cut my way through the amies.CHAIN IMPALE to RALE!!!(}hey it rhymes

is this okay for my first message in the story?

Biography: The true identity of Weapon X. Xandra and Staccato and his sister Marcato had worked together shortly before the two turned traitor. Xandra's amnesia prevents her from remembering Staccato and the undead man and his sister still cannot shed light unto her past as she was very secretive during their exploits.
((Well this seems interesting. I suppose it could work.They turned traitor for immortality, if so.))

Staccato

"I'm afraid we're going to have to hold off our plans for awhile, Kharan. I have some... important business to take care of with our 'Prisoner'." Staccato seemed more serious than normal. His usual expression of smugness had been wiped from his face. "We will finish it sooner or later." He motioned Kharan to leave.

Kharan

Normally I'd berate Staccatto for his impertinence, but I have other things to attend to. Gruffly, I turn and walk away, making a mental note to punish that detestable sack of rotting flesh at the soonest opportunity.

Staccato

Staccato hears the clicking of the door behind him. He slowly stands up, observing the prisoner chained unto the wall. "Been awhile, eh, Xandra?"
He did'nt wait for her to answer while he continued. "I thought that you'd have the sense not to go looking for us. 'Tis to your doom." He picked up his scyth, holding it in a relaxed manner. "I could kill you right now, and you know that. You were always the favorite. Father adored you because of your 'pure' tendencies. I'd always known we'd end up against eachother. And now where does it get us? Me, on the edge of life and death with my weapon at hand, and you, to be the victim of it, weak. Useless..." He threw his scyth at her, barely missing her head. "In the palm of my hand! And yet, through much hostility I fail to kill you. What do you think of it, sister?" Staccato waits for an answer.

Xandra Crosse

"Sister?"
Though Xandra finds familiarity in Staccato, she still cannot recall why.
The undead warrior stands alert, aware of Xandra's ability to free herself at any given moment.
"Who are you?" She asks.

Staccato

"Don't play games, whelp! You know perfectly damn well who I am!" Staccato sounded agitated. "Unless..?" He stopped a second, expression illuding him. At last, a look of triumph passed over his face. "Ho ho! You... lost your memories, did'nt you?"

Xandra Crosse

Xandra remains silent at the question. Her thoughts storm. Who am I? Who is this Staccato? What is he?
In an almost unnoticeable motion, Xandra moves and charges at Staccato, hoping to dodge by.

Zephyr[/B]

Zephyr looks skeptically at the strange Immortal. The gem in his forehead, the "Soul Gem" he'd mentioned, she presumes, glows brilliantly as his emotions reach out to her.
"Gedri? Kantri?" Zephyr shakes her head in confusion. "Is that what you call the Zha'lai and Immortals?"

*I pause in confusion. Were we not just "dragons" to the Zha'loy? And why did she call me Immortal? Though I have lived 500 times the life span of a ...Zha'loy...(I must practice that speach) I an far from immortal.*

{the age of unity was long ago and some of my own kin, even me!, have lost much knowlege of the names of your tribs. But Zephyr , we are far from immortal. If I live to be as old as my father I will see another 900 years of your time, for I am 5000 years old now if I count by your years. We call your people "Gedrishakrim" because it means "the silent people". Untill they started useing magic, your people were deff to true speach.}

*I had already begon to learn from her! It was the first time in nine thousand years since Men and Kantri had felowship. I needed to asks a small question that our people wondered since the grate Divide*

{Zephyr ....it has been a mistry to my kin for eons .....*I felt odd asking* What is this "gold" that the Zha'loy value that they would kill for it? *I felt old anger rise as I continued* Is it the word in your language for our Soul Gem?}

Zephyr

"You mean that thing in your head?" She shakes her head. "Gold is money."

im discombulated, whos doin wat where???

[B]Zephyr]/B]

"You mean that thing in your head?" She shakes her head. "Gold is money."

Argon


*I stair in amasment. How could they value money more than life?.....*

{Zephyr...during the uprising of the demon-lord men of your race have captured Kantri yunglings and demanded "dragon gold" in return for their lives...you have told me what its used for but I still do not know what it is what it is made of.}

im discombulated, whos doin wat where???
Discombobulated.
A chain popped out of my spear, and gave me the advatage.I spun it around my head, killing the enemy troops around me, thats when in battle, i saw him,Rale.I cut my way through the amies.CHAIN IMPALE to RALE!!!(}hey it rhymes

Rale

Rale casts a barrier spell to deflect the incoming spear. Magical or otherwise, the spear cannot penetrate the barrier. Rale casts a series of elemental spells on Elzic Ash as the Zha'lai soldiers engage the Immortal armies.
"You are but a lone soldier pit against two armies." Rale sneers. "How can you possibly hope to win?"
Rale casts Comettous (comets rain).

Zephyr

"Hmm. Gold is but an item we trade amongst ourselves, it's a rare and precious stone. That's not the reason we're here though." Zephyr says this with doubt in her heart.

King Arthur

King Arthur and Lancelot approach Odin on the front line.
The troops stare in surprise as the king and his knight strut by on their gallant steeds. "Your highness." They say as the kneel in respect.
"Rise. I am not YOUR king. I am but a man who calls this place his home as the rest of you." His horse stands beside that of Odin. "You plan to march on the Del'zhym?"
Though not as loyal as the kneeling soldiers, Odin does have respect for Arthur as a warrior.

Elzic Ash

"Blazing Armor!" I shouted to defend me from the spells.As a group of troops sepereated me and Rale, I soared over them and landed in front of Rale."Your time has come, Rale".Another strange rush of power occured to me.I emitted a blue aura."What is this aura, and wat of this pwer, and How did I get this way? i said thinking to myself. "NOw It's time to meet your fate", then i attacked Rale

Staccato

Staccato made a full closeline into his sisters stomach, knocking the wind out of her. "Settle down. I'm still talking." He threw her against the wall, and a hideous cracking noise came from her limbs. "That ought to keep you still. How does it feel? I'm only paying back the debt I owed you. You broke almost every bone in my body. And you, unfortunately, don't remember it. Pathetic. I'd think that you'd go down with more force than that. Maybe, if you did'nt listen to our idiot father, it would'nt have come to this."

Xandra Crosse

Xandra staggers and stares through a haze. Without realizing how, her eyes begin to glow and again the cracking is heard from her limbs, only now in reverse.
As her sight is restored, the mercenary whips off her leather jacket and thrusts it at Staccato. The undead thing catches it without effort but it is a farce, Xandra sweeps Staccato's legs out from under him and jets out of the lab. As she exits the encampment, her thoughts continue to tear at her. Sister? Father? Who am I?

Rale

Rale's staff is knocked from his hands. As Elzic Ash prepares to attack again. Rale leaps into the air with surprising agility. Again he transforms into a giant raven and attempts to flee.
"Betrayer!" The Zha'lai captain shouts. "Gunners!" Before the captain can order his men to fire, the Immortals wave upon them like a swarm of insects, huge insects.

Lancelot

"Some of your soldiers have divided from the main militia. News from Starstorm informs us that they are engaged with the Zha'lai."
Lancelot says to Odin and awaits a response.

Odin

I frown and nod.

"Very well. Then the main force will join them and reinforce them. Forward march!"

The column of Immortals begins marching towards the Zha'lai forces.

Elzic Ash

"Curse you Rale, you have escaped once but will not escape my wrath again!"A bigger nuiscance than Rale had appeared to me.NOw I have to take on 2 armies at once.This oughta be fun.PLATANIUM EXTENDIM.As I said these words, yet a third rush of power occured, and the aura that was once blue turned darker...I thought to myself,could this be an aira of fighting?THe harder I fight, the darker shade a color this becomes.Amazing.I swung th echain around my head expertly manuevring to attack oppents and knock them into other contradicters.After taking out some of the Zhai'lai troops, something happened.I coudnt explain it.SOo amny surges of power rushing through me.The fighting spirit aura gettin a DArker shade of blue with each one.THen finally, it happened.I coudnt explain anything.I had turned into an immortal without even know, until i looked intop a defeated opponents eyes.I saw a dragon, a cobalt blue and cloud white dragon to be exact.I peered around.In the Immortals eyes was utter confusion.IN the Zhai'Lai,utter fear.I looked behin me and saw a tail.I was the beast, the dragon, the Immortal whowas fighting for the Del'Zhym.I did the most honorable thing to do.Switched sides, knowing I owed a debt to the Del'Zhym.The battle began, and i picked up my spear, which had grown.Again i thought to myself, could this spear be linked to me.COuld i be the dragon engraved on my own weapon.Could it be destiny I would end up where i am?SO many questions but i had to finish the fight.The immortals charged the Zhai'Lai and desecrated half of the forces, while the other half retreated, partially shooting back to keep us away.After the battle, I had returned to the humanic
form.The Zhai'Lai troops long gone had probably told Kharan their leader about what they had seen today.I rode on my horse back with the Immortals, and met King Arthur..."
2 questions:
1.King Arthur is the IMmortal leader right?
2.Am i doin okay in this rp thread?

Xandra Crosse

Xandra returns to the Del'zhym encampment where she finds the troops preparing to march out again.
The troops stare at her wonder. Without her jacket and helmet, they do not recognize her. They raise their weapons and attack her. Within seconds, she brings down the lot of them.
"X?" She hears and turns to see the Captain. He looks relieved. "Reeha has been worried about you. She said that she'd helped you to escape from the Zha'lai base."
Xandra recalls . . . she still needs to thank Reeha.
The Captain continues. "Won't she be surprised. This whole time, we'd all assumed you were a man."
Xandra looks at him with a curious look and then proceeds into the camp.
The Captain shouts after her. "We'll be setting out shortly, X. Best be prepared!"

((Odin's kind of calling the shots for the Immortals right now. And you're doing fine, don't worry.))

ok and thnx

[QUOTE=Mercen-X]


Zephyr

"Hmm. Gold is but an item we trade amongst ourselves, it's a rare and precious stone. That's not the reason we're here though." Zephyr says this with doubt in her heart.

Argon

{Zephyr...we both have much to learn of eachothers race if we are to succed. There is somthing you must know.} *I take a deep breath and try to keep my emotions from sliping* {Child...our numbers have slowly dwindled over the years. We are a dieing race in despret need of unity to keep the peace. It has been four hundred years since a youngling has been born to us, and we still have not recoverd a tenth of our population. Slowly our people lose hope of life and some die in their sleep! because of the hatred to our people we'v had to live in hiding on an island. In order for you to understand where our lives rest in the balance....Im going to take you there.}

*I dont expect her to take this lightly. She may not want to be led into the heart of our land but there is no other place in the world for us to live, if not thrive, in solitude*

((I did order the march already, Mercen-X))

im discombobulated, whos fighting where?????????

Del'zhym: Rale turned traitor. Elzic Ash vs. Immortal Army vs. retreating Zha'lai Soldiers. Soon, the Del'zhym will be out marching against the Immortals.

Zha'lai: Rale betrayed and retreated and soldiers were forced to fall back upon the appearance of Dragon Ash. (hehe) They will no doubt retrieve reinforcements.

Immortals: Odin leads a march toward the disbursed battle against the Zha'lai. While they approach, the Del'zhym are preparing for their march.

Arthur

Arthur rides alongside Odin. The two are nearly equals in battle, yet this king would most nobly yield to Odin's command.
As a king, his knights serve him with stalwart loyalty. As a warrior, the people of this land respect him and Odin as if they be brothers for their might in combat and for their kinship and rivalry.

okay thnx, but for future reference, i fight for the immortals now.

All right, a new update:

Del'zhym: Elzic Ash became Dragon Ash (hehe) and now fights for Immortal Army against Zha'lai and Del'zhym. The Del'zhym will be marching out against the Immortals.

Zha'lai: Zha'lai Soldiers were forced to fall back upon the appearance of Dragon Ash. (hehe) They will no doubt retrieve reinforcements.

Immortals: Odin leads a march toward the disbursed battle against the Zha'lai. They may yet mistake the human-form, Elzic Ash for a Del'zhym soldier. While they approach, the Del'zhym prepare to march.

:) :D

Odin

As we crest the hill I can see stragglers from the Zha'lai column.

"ATTACK!"

Rale

In bird-form, Rale flies above the Immortal Army unseen. Only that pesky bird-god, Valefor, can give him trouble now. During their struggles, that feathered freak no doubt would have had a good tell on his scent or even his spiritual aura. So long as Valefor does not appear, Rale can soar above the crowd without notice.

Odin

Bringing my sword to bear, I slash through the Zha'lai forces, cutting many down where they stand.

Sir Lancelot

Joyeux in hand, his famous sword glistens in the sunlight. Lancelot notices something in the reflection from the sheen of his blade. As he stares up at a rather peculiar bird, Starstorm arrives to tell a secret.
"A sorcerer . . ." Lancelot mutters. "I must warn the others."

Valefor

With a deafening shriek, all are warned to the approach of the bird-god, Valefor.

Rale

No. Not that thing again. Rale panics. He turns back. His goal of destroying the Immortal outpost will have to wait. He simply must hope that Elzic Ash does not allign with the Immortals. If he and Valefor attack him from the air and the earth, Rale would most assuredly perish.

i got a question, if odin is from the ZHa'Lai, y would he kill them?

((Odin isn't Zha'lai, he's Immortal. Zha'lai are the humans that use technology and don't have any magic and want to extract the magic from the Immortals.))

[QUOTE=Mercen-X]


Zephyr

"Hmm. Gold is but an item we trade amongst ourselves, it's a rare and precious stone. That's not the reason we're here though." Zephyr says this with doubt in her heart.

Argon

{Zephyr...we both have much to learn of eachothers race if we are to succed. There is somthing you must know.} *I take a deep breath and try to keep my emotions from sliping* {Child...our numbers have slowly dwindled over the years. We are a dieing race in despret need of unity to keep the peace. It has been four hundred years since a youngling has been born to us, and we still have not recoverd a tenth of our population. Slowly our people lose hope of life and some die in their sleep! because of the hatred to our people we'v had to live in hiding on an island. In order for you to understand where our lives rest in the balance....Im going to take you there.}

*I dont expect her to take this lightly. She may not want to be led into the heart of our land but there is no other place in the world for us to live, if not thrive, in solitude*


Argon


*I take the little one in my hands and leap to the sky taking care not to sofacate Zephyr* {The air is thin up here so be careful not to breath to slowly}

1 Day Later...

*We come in vew of a large mountain in the herison. Zephyr is shivering...I'd better land by the hot spring on the edge of the sea.*

Zephyr

Zephyr wakes up next to Argon and a hot spring. She hadn't realized that the chill had rendered her unconcsious.
"What exactly do you hope to accomplish by bringing me here? Don't be conceited enough to believe you'll sway my heart." Again, she doubted her own words.

(( I might be on a little less, but i'll try to post some more, if I can. ))

Staccato

"Start the unfreezing process!" Staccato stood, scyth at the ready. The barren wasteland that was the testing zone of the Zha'lai stood motionless, as the scientists pressed the button to revive Ifrit, the flame immortal. As the ice melted, Ifrit came back to life. Without a moments hesitation, he burst int flames, obliterating what little frost was left.
"You challenge me?" The fire spirit floated in mid-air, his black horns being the only part of him that were'nt aflame.
"Yes, I do. I need to test... a theory." Staccato smirked, confident of victory.

((This is the FF8 looking Ifrit.))

Odin

I continue to cut through the Zha'lai ranks, devestating them.

"KEEP MOVING! ADVANCE TO THE BASE!" I yell.

Kharan

I look at the screen, veins bulging in my forehead. They're attacking me!? Quickly, I send out a few messages to my tank and mecha crew.

"Obliterate the Immortal forces. Take as many prisoners as possible."

Rale

After what seems to be an eternity of fleeing from this wretched bird-god, Rale finds relief as Zha'lai tanks pour over the horizon and begin firing on the Immortals, Valefor included.
While the laserfire fowl is distracted, Rale decides to change his plans. He knows the Del'zhym should be preparing to march. All the stops have been ripped from the playfield. With the Immortals and Del'zhym gathering on the Zha'lai border, Kharan might have to pool his resources to survive. Rale allows himself a maniacal jackal laugh at the thought. Bodies, hearts, souls; all strewn about the battlefield; power for the taking. His sorcerous powerlust hungers for the moment.

[Actually, in a case of thin air, it said to be better to breathe slowly.]

Zephyr

Zephyr wakes up next to Argon and a hot spring. She hadn't realized that the chill had rendered her unconcsious.
"What exactly do you hope to accomplish by bringing me here? Don't be conceited enough to believe you'll sway my heart." Again, she doubted her own words.


Argon

{Zephyr look around you. This island is our only home we can ever hope to have.}
*Two younglings come by the water to play and cach the ocean brezz. To my serprise, I cach myself regarding Zephyr as a youngling and spred one wing over her.*
{Zephyr, These two are one of the last younglings that will ever grow to maturity. We need to show them that your people are not the demons they bileave you to be. They have bin hardened by long years of hate and lonlyness. The division is taking its toll and will soon effect your people as well. If we are united, the balance of life between us will be restored and the world will know peace once more.}

*One of the younglings looks at Zephyr and then to me. She came closer but causiosly.* {Dont be afraid "Laymoha". She is not evil.}

Zephyr

Zephyr concentrates on Argon's words. His people are definitely prepared for war even if that is not something they desire. They are cold and closed off from happiness. Yet these children laugh and play as they are the last who still retain their innocence.
Zephyr shakes her head as Laymoha approaches. She looks up into the small girls eyes from where she sits. For a long time, their gaze does not break.

Zephyr

Zephyr concentrates on Argon's words. His people are definitely prepared for war even if that is not something they desire. They are cold and closed off from happiness. Yet these children laugh and play as they are the last who still retain their innocence.
Zephyr shakes her head as Laymoha approaches. She looks up into the small girls eyes from where she sits. For a long time, their gaze does not break.


Argon


*Laymoha's Soul Gem gleams with the emotion of a kantri who has found a new and dear freand.* {she has never met your kind Zephyr. This the first time a Gedri has ever set foot here.}
*Laymoha bends her head down in the gesture of respect. It gets late and Shirakk will be on the watch soon, I must get her to my chamber...I trust Laymoha to keep secrets but in the Laguage of truth, lies are impossible.*
{Zephyr, we must leave to my Sleep chamber. befor dark.}

*when we reach the hill, I go first to light a small fire for Zephyr. In the light I see a look of awe as she glances at the walls of kaddish. Her expretion is one of disbealef*
{whats wrong Zephyr? Is the Kaddish trobbleing you?}
*the shine of the walls was the color of the setting sun, I could not see a reson for her beeing dazzled*

"I feel as if i am dying X what's wrong with me?? i feel cold" *turns pale and dizzy*..xXx.....

Xandra Crosse

Xandra watches Reaha collapse. "Reaha. What's wrong?" She rushes over, expecting to be of help when she realizes, she has no medical training.
She hears the quickened footsteps of soldiers outside the tent, marching toward their doom. She steps and looks around.
"Medic!" She searches frantically with her eyes, scanning along the heads of many soldiers. "MEDIC!" No one hears her cries.
She shakes her head and looks back into the tent. Reaha looks to be worsening every second.
She rushes to her side. "Reaha, I . . ." She can't think of anything to say. Xandra feels something familiar, as if she's experienced something similar before. All that she can do is remember her promise from the Zha'lai encampment: to say, "Thank you."
As the words flow from her lips, a smile spreads across them. Tears begin to stream down her face. Sorrow overwhelms her to such an extent that she cannot even feign happiness or confidence for Reaha's benefit. She holds Reaha close and puts her head on her shoulder.

Staccato

Staccato picked up his scyth from the ground. He had been fighting this Ifrit for 10 minutes already. Surely he had to crack sometime. But until then, He had to take advantage of the beasts weakness from battle.
"Time for you to die, my friend." He laughed, rocketing into the air with great speed, his raven wings flapping madly. He prepared his attack, magic pouring down from the skies unto Ifrit. "Behold! Chaos Rain!"
He dived down full force, aiming for the fire Immortal.
Staccato hit the ground with tremendous force, hitting Ifrit once, and flying back up, only to charge back down again- Extremely wounding the flame beast. "Give up, fool!"

*Reaha opens her eye's to see X crying*...."don't cry im not going to die yet"..*X smiles and hugs Reaha*.." but i feel the life draining out of me X it's up to you to find help hey it's ok i put you in my command for now so until i get better"..*screams in pain* can i depend on you?.....xXx.......

Xandra Crosse

"Sure." Xandra shudders in grief. "I'll do what I can."

Zephyr

"What are you talking about?" Zephyr asks the Kantri. Is he hallucinating? "I'm fine."

Rale

Rale slumbers on a hillside away from the battlefield. Though all too eager to consume the powers of the fallen, Rale feels his best chance at survival is to lay low and wait for all three armies to merge on the combat grounds once again.

Lancelot

The valiant knight surges through the masses. His sword, the Joyeux, cutting flesh and rending steel.

[srry its been so long to post]

Elzic

I saw heard Valefor's hriek and looked in that direction.A battle was occuring between the immortals and somebody else and I wasn't even in it.I charged to the battle and looking around, saw a figure on a hill about 20 yards away.I turned back and rode up behind the hill quietly, and saw Rale sitting down,I ran up the hill quietly, and ran behind Rale.I crouched and whispered in his "Remember me?"

Rale

As it is that all sorcerers must be light sleepers, the whisper of the Immortal man startles Rale to near death. He begins conjuring a massive spell.

[QUOTE=Mercen-X]

Zephyr

"What are you talking about?" Zephyr asks the Kantri. Is he hallucinating? "I'm fine."

[QUOTE]


Argon

{We'll have to spent the night in here. I must caution you not to leave this cave untill dawn. The one on whatch would kill on sight...I wouldn't be able to bear it.}

*Im sure I saw her ...perhaps Im ....no! Its imposible me to fall in love with somone like Zephyr. We are of a different race.*
{Zephyr... I feel somwhat strange at this time. Forgive me but I must sleep.}
*my own thoughts are puzzling...she is not deaf to our speach, I must whatch what I think about*

Zephyr

That night, though Argon thought she slept, Zephyr watched him as he wandered about his own little dream world. She continued to stair at the gem in his head and wondered if it was implanted or all Kantri were born with it.
When she first met him, she swore that he was an Immortal, why else would he have attacked her and the Zha'lai Missiles?
Who was he?
"Moron."
Zephyr shot a glance at the unknown voice.
Someone, some girl, who looked almost exactly like her, stepped out from the shadows.
"If you hadn't let the Zha'lai control you, you'd be able to recognize this Kantri."
Zephyr shook her head. "What're you talking about?"
"Argon joined the Zha'lai because of you."
"The Zha'lai?"
"Yes, Argon is a soldier for the Zha'lai."
"Then why did he attack us?"
"He wasn't attacking you, he was attacking those around you."
"If he were Zha'lai, I'd have been informed."
"Top secret. Argon may not be a pure-blood Immortal, but he does share their power. He is half-breed. That's why the Zha'lai wanted him in their infantry."
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"The fool is mesmerized by you. He joined Zha'lai by subconscious notion. He knew there was someone in the army he'd have to meet. He still doesn't know that person is you. He still doesn't know that he is under you spell."
"Stop it."
As Argon began to shift in his sleep, the mystery woman began to disappear.
"I'll see you later, sweetie. We have so very much to talk about."

Elzic Ash


"You're not getting away from this one!"I shouted while attacking him with lightning speed.

Rale

Speared through, Rale screams in surprise and agony. He staggers back and wails in defeat before disintegrating to nothing. Elzic's spear, the ring, the book, and the staff all fall to the ground.

Odin

"KEEP ADVANCING!" I shout through the din of the melee. "WE WILL DEFEAT THEM!"

Zephyr

That night, though Argon thought she slept, Zephyr watched him as he wandered about his own little dream world. She continued to stair at the gem in his head and wondered if it was implanted or all Kantri were born with it.
When she first met him, she swore that he was an Immortal, why else would he have attacked her and the Zha'lai Missiles?
Who was he?
"Moron."
Zephyr shot a glance at the unknown voice.
Someone, some girl, who looked almost exactly like her, stepped out from the shadows.
"If you hadn't let the Zha'lai control you, you'd be able to recognize this Kantri."
Zephyr shook her head. "What're you talking about?"
"Argon joined the Zha'lai because of you."
"The Zha'lai?"
"Yes, Argon is a soldier for the Zha'lai."
"Then why did he attack us?"
"He wasn't attacking you, he was attacking those around you."
"If he were Zha'lai, I'd have been informed."
"Top secret. Argon may not be a pure-blood Immortal, but he does share their power. He is half-breed. That's why the Zha'lai wanted him in their infantry."
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"The fool is mesmerized by you. He joined Zha'lai by subconscious notion. He knew there was someone in the army he'd have to meet. He still doesn't know that person is you. He still doesn't know that he is under you spell."
"Stop it."
As Argon began to shift in his sleep, the mystery woman began to disappear.
"I'll see you later, sweetie. We have so very much to talk about."



Argon

*As I slept, The Voice of the Wind seemed to call to me.*
{[Argon......this woman of the Zha'lai...dost thow trust her?]}

{She was the only one on the field with the gift of True Speach. Lies are impossible in the language of truth. How can i not trust her?}

{[she is a solder Argon.......she has the gift of which thow speakest of but she knows not how to use it.]}

{She can be tought to speak our laguage can she not? Lady of the Wind, are our people destined to set apart?}

{[the unity will come .......at a price.......You....will ....know ....it...when the time.....comes...the woman will ...be...well]}

*......when the time comes. What did it mean? We have knowleg of eons but the ways of the Wind have always been a mystery. I awoke to the sound of a falcon flying over the hills. The day had but a few hours befor dawn. The fire had gone out and Zephyr lay quiet. With a memory of the Winds words, I spred a wing of warmth over Zephyr and wait for her to wake.*

Commander Crosse

With Reaha suffering from some unknown circumstance, Xandra Crosse has been given command of the Del'zhym Militia.
Marching out to meet the swarming Immortals and the Zha'lai who'd summoned reinforcements, young Crosse may yet be walking to her doom.

Elzic

I called my horse up on the hill to mount it. Then I charged into the enemy ranks from the side. Jumping into the army, the battle aura came up in a light shade of blue, and with this aura, a rush of power. I fought valiantly toward the immortals, desecrating any Zhai'Lai in my way. The aura got almost black, and when I reached the Immortals, it turned to black.I saw the same utter fear in the Zhai'Lai troops, and the same utter confusion in the Immortals as before.The frontlines were at a standstill.After a few seconds, I said Platanium Extendim, and knocked back alot of the troops.Then, the battle picked up again.

desecrate >verb treat (something sacred) with violent disrespect
decimate >verb kill or destroy a large proportion of

Commander Crosse

Crosse leads the army of Del'zhym into battle. While crossing the hill on which Rale and Elzic had their short confrontation, Crosse comes by a rather compelling ring. She picks it up. It seems very familiar.

Argon


*I pondered what to say to the others. Surely they would undersand why I'm doing this, even though we have bin hated by her kind in the past. Perhaps if I told them what the voice of the Wind spoke to me, they would be willing to listen*

is this thread done now?

Name: Siren
Age: 305 (still considered young by Immortal standards)
Faction: Immortal
Appearance: http://www.icyfanart.com/artists/youngwang/ywsiren.jpg
Daughter of Odin and Shiva, mostly a messager for the Immortal Army.

Siren

I run swiftly through the battle, doging swords and spears.
"Father must recieve this message" I thought, my resolve deepening.
I jumped to better see the battle, spying my father, I quickly run to him.
"Father! Father! An urgent message from the base!" I cried, "Mother has been captured!"

Name: Peche
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Faction: Zha'lai
Appearance: well kempt, well dressed, pretty boy, always a grin on his face
Equipment/Abilities: Unknown (he seems petty)
Biography: Silus Crosse of Darksquad. Not much is known about this young man other than his innate tendancy to lean toward sadism.

Peche

"So," Peche said to Lady Shiva. "How would like a nice HOT bath? Or some WARM broth? Maybe I throw a heat-pad on you. After all, you look to have the chills." He chuckled to himself.

Screams of Agony, view of sparks like fireworks, all ran through Elzic's mind.This war must end. He saw the Leaders of the armies. He said they should stop the madness, but they refused. He had no choiuce but to fight.

Commander Crosse

As the three forces collide for a second time, the all-out war claims hundreds of lives.
Crosse is able to take out most of the weakened Zha'lai herself. She turns to Elzic in wonder.

Elzic Twists and turns and dodges all kinds of weapons before turning around and making eye contact with a Del'Zhym Commander. He blasted a ball of fire her way, right past her shoulder, and heard cries of pain and saw he had hit his targets. Zhai'Lai soldiers about to attack the stunned woman.

Commander Crosse

Xandra is more than a little shocked that the Immortal had assisted her. The Del'zhym were as much at war with the Immortals as were the Zha'lai. She considered this a moment.
Xandra ordered her troops to halt their march on the Immortals and focus all of their attention to the Zha'lai whose numbers were growing.

Peche

"You know? My sister is out there. On the battlefield. Alice Xandra Crosse. Fighting a futile battle for the Del'zhym. Only to earn the return of her memories. Memories I stole!"

Shiva

"You stole your sister's memories?"

Peche

"She betrayed me. She treated those Raoyu scum more like siblings than she had ever treated me. I hate those Del'zhym repugnants. Unfortunately, I'm forced to cooperate with them since they betrayed the Del'zhym and now assist the Zha'lai." He stops as he considers something. "Hmph. Staccato and I work in Darksquad together. He never even notices me. No one does."

Shiva

"Is that why you're so twisted?"

Peche

"Twisted?" He laughs wickedly. "I've always been this way. Some have suggested that is why my sister could never love me. It makes me angry. It infuriates me."

Shiva

"That anger will destroy you in time."

Peche

Peche smiles darkly. "Oh, but I have ways of releasing my anger." He laughs psychotically as he approaches Shiva.