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Post by Kingleby on Nov 5, 2004 2:59:15 GMT -5
The world has grown darker, become almost consumed by the greed and power of humans. Those who seek answers are now wanting ones involving power, fame and authority.
Those who have not yet been consumed by this power hungry need. These few either seek honest answers to help others or have yet to chose a path. This is the time when they must act out against the power gorwing. They alone must save the rest of the world and restore some decency to life.
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Post by Kingleby on Nov 5, 2004 3:02:24 GMT -5
Dimitri Leev sat waiting impatiently for his turn to see the mirror. HE sighed, tappping his leg but silencing it when he recieved a warning glare from a woman beside him.
Finally he would be able to see the truth. Finally he would see whether he could save her.
The woman stood up and went into the room. He was next.
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Post by Kuja on Nov 5, 2004 15:11:56 GMT -5
Kirlian shah Emeldari sat up suddenly, trying to shake off the nightmares which were now plaguing him nightly. Though it was midday, it was eerily quiet. Father... he thought, getting out of bed. Before he could fully dress himself, the door to his room burst open, revealing several well-dressed soldiers. One of them, who appeared to be the leader, stepped forward and spoke. "Kirlian shah Emeldari?" the man inquired. Kirlian nodded. The soldier then turned to his men. "Okay, we've found who we're looking for. Kill him."
OOC: This might suck, but I had to make it somewhat interesting to start.
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Post by Kingleby on Nov 7, 2004 17:26:36 GMT -5
Finally Dimitri entered the room where the mirror lay. He swallowed slight before stepping up to face it...
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Post by Kuja on Nov 8, 2004 14:11:37 GMT -5
In a flash, the nearest soldier leaped upon Kirlian. Barely dodging, Kirlian drew his broadsword and counterattacked. The soldier fell, dead. Before anyone could do much of anything, Kirlian leapt across the small room, slaying all but one of the men. The leader of the men merely stood, watching the slaughter progress. When it was over, Kirlian turned to face him.
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Post by Kingleby on Nov 9, 2004 11:42:03 GMT -5
The mirror stood in front of him now, its surface shimmered a moment before images began appearing.
One was of his beloved sister, sick but still alive. The next was of a man he'd never seen before, one with black hair and gold eyes. He was fighting against an army. The next showed a mystical dragon, raging red in colour, stood on top of a town. Dimitri glanced at it scanning the area.
"That must be Firo." He muttered watching as the mirror shimmered again and showed only his reflection. "I guess i'll start there then."
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Post by Kuja on Nov 9, 2004 14:08:26 GMT -5
OOC: The guy Kirlian fights will be a colonel. 'kay?
The colonel and Kirlian stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity. Then the colonel attacked, using a small, wavy dagger. Kirlian wagged his finger. "Tsk, tsk," he whispered, as he summoned forth the awesome fire magic he was born with. Tendrils of lava coiled themselves around the hapless colonel as if they were ropes, burning flesh and clothes. The colonel screamed in agony as the burning lava severed his limbs. Finally, after a few minutes, he lay twitching on the floor, dead. The stench of roasted flesh was prevalent as Kirlian recalled the lava. He exited the room, muttering, "...Some people never learn."
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Post by Kingleby on Nov 10, 2004 15:42:05 GMT -5
OOC nice image,lol. by the way, i'll say the thing in Prol was a few days ago so Dimitri can get there quicker
Dimitri had been travelling in a few days before he came to the entrance of Firo. He glanced at it nervously, fearing the stories about the mystical beast that guarded it.
"For Amber." He said firmly before entering the town.
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Post by Kuja on Nov 12, 2004 13:06:58 GMT -5
As Kirlian exited the inn, people cowered from him. Obviously, they had seen(or heard) the battle from below. Of course they would be scared. He smirked. Makes no difference, he thought as he headed towrards the nearest blacksmith. These people have no clue as to what's about to happen...
OOC: Thanks, I try. ^_^
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Post by Kingleby on Nov 21, 2004 9:09:28 GMT -5
Dimitri wandered down the main street, looking around in amazement. He lived in a small village and compared to that this place was huge!
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Post by Kuja on Dec 4, 2004 16:40:39 GMT -5
Kirlian entered the smithy's shop, and was instantly blasted by a wave of heat and the scent of scorched metal-not a good combination. He coughed, attracting the smithy's attention. "Morning. Name's Brynyan. What can I do for ya?" the barrel-chested man asked, looking over the young sorcerer carefully, as if suspecting trouble already. Kirlian grinned knowingly. He then opened his ever-present pack, pulling out assorted metallic ores and gems, that which he had found and won off of various foes during his travels thus far. Just before he passed them to the smithy, he imbued the raw materials with a portion of his life force, giving them magical characteristics. Then, grinning again, he placed the pack on the counter, replying, "See what you can do with this. I want the best sword you can make; I'll be back by sundown." Without another word, Kirlian exited the shop.
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Post by Kingleby on Dec 13, 2004 16:10:29 GMT -5
Dimitri was in a food store buying some bread and asking the woman about any medicine they had. This was going to take a while.
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Post by Kuja on Dec 20, 2004 19:47:58 GMT -5
As Kirlian walked through the streets, he noticed people pointing and gawking at him. He smirked. Typical, he thought. Why can't they find someone else to look at? He approached a tavern, intending to buy a drink or four and plan his next move. However, his plans quickly changed when he read the notice tacked to the wall:
Wanted by the Imperial Army:
Kirlian shah Emeldari
-in connection with the murder of several nobles over the past several weeks.
-He has long black hair and gold eyes. Usually carries two swords.
[glow=blue,2,300]WARNING!!![/glow]
Is known to possess mastery of fire and water magic. Approach with caution. -Reward of 2,000 gella for information leading to his capture.
Well, Kirlian thought as he stalked away from the goggling people, it looks like the party's over. They've framed me, and I'll have to fight.
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Post by Kuja on Jan 11, 2005 14:29:18 GMT -5
Kirlian moved through the large crowd that had suddenly formed, pushing a few people here and there. As he neared the center of the throng, a hand grabbed his sleeve. He turned, ready to fight. A worn-looking old man peered at him. "Kirlian shah Emeldari, correct? Son of the late Firebringer, Josarian shah Emeldari?" Kirlian started. Noone spoke his father's name around him. "Yes. Who are you, and what do you want?" The old man shrugged, as if that were all the answer Kirlian needed. Then he replied, "If you want the truth, follow me." Without another word, the oldtimer disappeared, leaving Kirlian in his wake. Hoo boy, Kirlian thought. Another loony. But strangely enough, he found himself following the oldtimer into an abandoned alley. Then a voice cried out, "Revillus!" Kirlian's form began to change instantly. Demonlike, black, strong wings sprouted from his back with a terrible itch; a tail that was the same color as his wings shot from the base of his spine. At the same time, he felt something....different. The wings changed color; now they were a deep crimson, and so was his newly-formed tail. The oldtimer emerged from the shadows just as Kirlian felt his ears lengthen and become pointed. "This is the truth, Kirlian...this is the real you," the oldtimer said as Kirlian blacked out.
OOC Sorry, it sounds a bit Harry Potter-ish; I had to throw something in there that would trigger Kirlian's transformation.
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Post by Kingleby on Jan 28, 2005 17:15:08 GMT -5
OOC lol, sounds good to me,
Dimitri finally made it out of the shop, feeling optimistic. He wandered the streets a little before trying to take a short cut down an alley...but was greeted by the sight of an unconscious winged creature. "Um, hello?" He asked
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