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(Listen to Rage Against The Machine-Guerilla Radio if you have it) There were a few officers and troopers in the capital building. They were all exterminated by the Cairo, Namia, Tanken trio. They went outside again, just in time to see a monster, casting lightning bolts every which way. Tanken nearly avoided one, himself. He shot at the monster with the Hessler. The bullet struck home, but did little damage. It just inhibited his ability to fly, making him fair game, or so the team thought. The monster drew a weapon that was pure energy. It was sword shaped, and menacing. It was... "FUCK! Get out of the way of that thing!" Tanken shouted, pushing Namia and Cairo out of the way. He tried to jump out of the way himself, but the monster ran up to strike him with it, and Tanken was vulnerable. "SHIT!" He yelled, more to himself than to anything else. The sword came down on him with incredible speed, and he had no way to parry, but even if he did... *clang* He looked up at Namia, who was standing above him, parrying the weapon with her spear... but her spear was different. She turned to look at him, and smile. "Had trouble?" She asked, haughtily. The monster was coming back for a second blow. Tanken drew his sword, and helped Namia parry it backwards. "That... that weapon is our ticket to getting Deo..." Namia looked at him. "HIS!?" "Yeah. We need it to kill Deo. It's the counter-Paragon, the Pinnacle. When used against the paragon, the paragon is essentially just a normal sword. It will give us the chance we need! GET THAT MONSTER!" Tanken cried, drawing a Hessler and grinning. Finally... We meet again, Pinnacle... OOC: Hey, I, as usual, will not have access over the weekend... SO, I need you guys to continue to involve me. ^_^ thank you.

(listen to "sub ace and aura-all my dreams" if you have it) Kent awoke, not in the morning, but at night. Zeth was still asleep, and upon his return, so was Shinji. Hw decided he would take a walk. He felt completely awake, and knew he needed time to think about things. He strolled into the hallway, carrying his sword, somewhat proudly. He felt wanted... needed. He smiled, and he walked out into a courtyard. He lay on the ground, much more comfortably than he ever would in a bed. He looked up, seeing nothing but the perfect night sky of Ivalice, a town with no electricity to ruin the light coming from above. The stars were like falling snow, suspended and beautiful. Kent closed his eyes. "I really wish that I was beautiful like that..." He said to himself. He opened his eyes again, looking into the sky again. He laughed to himself. "Yeah, I understand that this is how I was meant to be. God, all those kids are having so much fun... I'm glad they are, too. Maybe... just maybe... maybe my purpose is not to be loved, but to love. To try and help others..." He fantasized. He smiled. He sat up, drawing his sword. "Alright! I dedicate myself to helping this party through! I will protect them... even if it means I must die to do so!" he held his sword pointed towards the moon. Someone laughed. He turned to find Dyne standing nearby. He was accompanied by a person in a robe. "Hey, Sir Kent!" he said, waving. "I brought a new person for you to meet!" Dyne motioned for the robed person to take off the hood. The hood came off, and a girl of decidedly peasant descent emerged. "Hello..." shesaid, turning away shyly. "Hello, there. What is your name?" Kent asked. He smiled encouragingly. "I'm... Sev. Sev Meron. You're... Sir Kent?" She said quietly. "Well, the 'sir' part is still a mystery to me, but yeah. I'm Kent." He grinned widely. "Well, I'm sure it's because of the many things you have done for others!" She said, grinning sheepishly. "I dunno.. I haven't done much for anyone..." Kent said, now sounding somewhat shy. "But I hope to do so! You can count on me to save you guys!" He grinned again, heroically. Dyne nudged the girl, and she turned around, blushing intensely. "Come on! Tell him... the other thing!" Dyne said, teasingly. "What other thing!?" Sev said, panicky. Dyne was about to utter a response, but his mouth was instantly obscured by Sev's hand. "Oh, THAT thing... It's not important!" Sev said, blushing furiously. She carried Dyne off. "Goodbye, Sir Kent!" was the only thing he heard fro mthem as they left. Kent smiled. "Probably nothing, eh?" Kent said to himself. "Well, now I'm so comfy... I'll sleep here."

OOC: O_O *I actually said "wow" in real life* ^_^ Tanken recollected the events of the evening rather fondly. He was awakened from his dreamlike trance when a swordsman of the Mantaeans came rushing towards him. He kicked him in the chest, knocking him back. He used the hessler to shoot the unfortunate man in the head. "Alright. Back to work!" Tanken, Halthan, and Namia ran through the city, annihalating numerous troops on the way. Soon they reached the central area of the city. They met up with Cairo, Terra, and Vincent. "So 'ow's the East Square doin', guvs?" Halthan asked, Reason still in his hands, smoking, accomanied by a very frightening look coming from Halthan himself. Cairo's gaze traveled from the gun to Halthan's eyes, then back to the gun. "All's... clear..." he said, breathless. Cairo had never seen a weapon capable of such gratuitous and wholesale destruction in his life. Terra broke in "That is a BIG-FUCKING-GUN!" She stepped back, "Fuck... Motherfuck..." She spoke only in random and spaced out profanities. Halthan just grinned, as they heard a sound coming from the central building. Hundreds of troops poured out of the building, enough to pose a significant challenge to the party. Halthan grinned even wider. "I'll hold them off... You guys get in the building..." He lugged reason hiegher, and took aim. "Hurry!"

Kent sat on the chair in the hall, observing what things were transpiring within. Shinji was off in a corner, trying to fly. The rest of them weren't doing anything in particular. He leaned back on his chair, until he heard a faint noise. It was a person behind him, beckoning for Kent to come closer. Kent silently put his hand on his sword, stood up, and walked towards the boy. The boy only grinned and looked him up and down. "I see that you are the master of the human crystal?" he said, "Are you? Is it really you?" his face was eager. "Who's asking?" Kent said, raising his chin to the boy, who was significantly smaller than he. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot my manners." the boy bowed. "I am Dyne Windel. I'm the royal blacksmith's apprentice. When I heard that you were coming, I..." he blushed, "I have always believed you would come... So I brought you this..." The boy bowed lower, presenting something long and heavy underneath a cloth to the astonished Kent. He picked it up, removed the cloth, and saw it was a sword of rather fine make. It was longer than the one he had recieved upon entering this world. It seemed to have been made experimentally, not being as well polished as some of the other swords he had seen on the guards. It was, however, weighted in such a way that Kent did not feel clumsy whilst holding it. It seemed natural. "Thank you, Mr. Windel. How did you know how I prefer a sword?" Kent said, smiling and swinging the sword absent-mindedly. "Please. Call me Dyne..." Dyne said, bowing nervously "Only if you want to, I mean, sir!" Kent motioned for Dyne to stand. "Call me Kent. I think I will call you Dyne from now on. Well met, friend." Kent shook his hand. The boy was wide-eyed and had an expression of joy. "Th-Thank you, sir! I mean, Kent! Sir Kent!" There was a call from the hallway. "BOOOOY! You had better get back here before I tan your hide! I'll not have you bothering the Masters!" A man with a blacksmith's apron looked Kent over, and bowed. "I'm very sorry, milord. I'll have Dyne back if you would... Oh right! Dyne, did you give him that sword?" Dyne nodded, and dazedly walked over to the Blacksmith. "Well, I made something for you, too. It's not much, but it'll help - even if only a little..." The Blacksmith proffered a shield to Kent. It was small, but also weighed to Kent's liking. It was a little less comfortable than the sword he had been given, but still he smiled and thanked the Blacksmith. As Dyne walked off with his master, Kent called after him. "Dyne!" He saw the admiration of the boy, and he picked up his old sword, still in it's sheath. He threw it to the boy, who caught it and nearly fainted. "Th-th-thank you, Sir Kent!" The boy said, bowing, remembering not to bow, then staring, then running after his master, who was just as surprised. ----- Kent walked back to the others, still wielding his sword out of its sheath. He slung the shield over his back, where he could carry it easily. He sheathed the sword, and proceeded towards Shinji, who was hovering three inches in the air, nervous that were he to move, he would fall. "Hey! Check this out!" Kent said. He drew the sword, and showed it to Shinji. Shinji gave it a passive look. "Not as cool as the ones these 'Judges' have." Shinji observed, getting back to attempting to fly. Kent sat, sword in his lap, and he heard, "The Queen will see you all now."

"Namia!" Tanken whispered. Tanken looked at Namia, then at Halthan, then back at Namia. He had a critical decision to make. He had to choose between the orders of Jadou, or his own agenda. He tried to concentrate, his brain was in shambles. "Can you sit up, Namia?" Tanken asked. He had one chance, and he had to take it. "Yeah... I think... Why, do you have an idea?" she said, pained. She sat up, wincing. "I hope this works..." Tanken said, under his breath. "Don't move. Even the slightest movement could screw this up..." He looked to Halthan, "Sautee anyone who gets anywhere near us..." He turned to Namia. "Ready?" She nodded. He laid his hands over the broken ribs. [i]Moon, I need your memories... Give unto me your power... Heal Namia... save her...[/i] A few minutes later, the sounds of batltle were drawing near. Tanken panicked, but then Tanken felt a tingling sensation, a response from the moon. He looked up, and the moon, once full, was now a perfect crescent. He looked down at Namia again. She was bleeding, but she wasn't moving. He felt the ribs. They were healed. He ripped a portion of his tunic off at the bottom, and he wrapped it around the wound. He stood, "Alright, Halthan. Let's get her somewhere safe, and get out of here." Halthan still stared at the moon. "How the bloody 'elld you do tha'!?" Halthan exclaimed. "I don't know..."

OOC: Gomen for replying so late! Kent sighed, looking out the window. "There's got to be something better to do than this..." he said to himself. He started to doze off. [i]Maybe... If I were somewhere else, I could do something cool...[/i] ---- Kent awoke with a start. The bell at the school rang for the first break. He had forgotten about a delivery to the library, and he had only a few seconds, he figured, before they would dock his pay. "Shitshitshitshitshitshi-" he was stopped when a blinding flash of light emitted from the library. There was a book, lying open on one of the desks. "Hunh?" He said, bewildered. He walked in, carrying the box, and putting it on the front desk. He picked up the book , and read the passage inside. "Entri nel mondo che siete destinati conservare..." he said, nearly silenced by the din of the library. Then he felt a sort of breeze. He looked around, and there was nothing but light. He covered his eyes with one arm. ----(listen to "Interactive-Foever Young" if you have it) He stood, and he looked at his hand. It was now covered by a glove that he hadn't remembered putting on. He stood, and the weight of his clothes seemed to pull him down. "God, how long was I out...?" he opened one eye and saw a weird rabbit thing. "You people keep showing up! How many more of you are going to appear?" The thing asked. Kent suspended a momentary heart attack. "WH-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? SOME SORT OF PRANK!?" He exclaimed, backing away, he reached for the wrench at his side, and found a hilt. "What the-!?" He drew it and pointed it at the rabbit. "Who-WHAT are you, and where the hell am I?" He looked around. His eyes found a large group of people, looking strangely older. He stood again, realizing that he had gotten taller. "Hmm..." The moogle looked at him quizzically. "You guys are so clueless. This is Ivalice." Kent sighed, relieved. "So this IS a prank!" He pulled on the moogle's ears, "So this will come right...off...?" The ears, not surprisingly didn't come off. "I am a moogle..." The moogle said, obviously growing impatient, and in pain from the sudden tug. "My name is Kuropo. I'll show you around. Maybe you should join your friends!" He said, smiling and forgetting the intrusion on his personal space. He gestured towards the group of adults. "Friends?" Kent said, catching up to the flurry of new concepts being thrown at him. He looked them over. They looked just as confused as he was, but they were practically teeming over with childish delight. He recognized some of them, though, from the time when he went to school. One he remembered distinctly. "Shinji?" He said, timidly. Shinji turned to see him. "Is that you, Kent!? I Thought you weren't into this whole fantasy bit!" "I'm not... There was a book..." He said, rubbing his now throbbing head. "Ah! Well, still it's good to have you!" Shinji said. "Hey, guys! It's Kent! The guy who opted out of school!" Everyone was giving Kent quizzical looks. "Hey..." Kent said. "Remember... English class?" Everyone brightened up after that. "I remember you!" Shuuichi said. He was accompanied by numerous other synonymous cries of rememberance. "Is there any way out of here?" Kent asked, simply. Many of the group looked at each other. "We're not exactly sure..." Shinji said. "Well, let's pull through this together, eh?" Kent said. "Let's find our way out of here!" He said. Nobody assented. "We kind of like it here." Kent looked around. There was much to be liked. No responsibilities. No arguing. No dead-end job. He kind of liked it himself. "Alright. So let's stay!" He said. There was general murmuring among the group "whoever made him the leader? If anyone should be the leader, it should be Dyna... she found the book!" they whispered one to another. Kent caught ear of this, and gently stepped out of the spotlight. "Well, I'm glad to see everyone again!" He said. OOC: Okay that should do it!

OOC: Good posting, you guys! Tanken rushed down the steps, having cleared the majority of the soldiers on the interior of the tower. Namia followed him, cutting down any foe that came before her. They soon reached the bottom of the tower, where Raion, Vincent, and a man with a huge axe were all fighting the Black Knight. They were losing noticably, nobody had landed a solid blow on the Knight. Tanken stopped, stopping Namia as well. "I go straight in, you try to get a hit off, okay? I'm trusting you to make the first blow on this guy!" Tanken whispered. (Listen to Fair Fight by DJ Zinc if you have it at this point) Namia nodded, and Tanken went off like a shot. The Black Knight sighed and turned to face him. Tanken held his sword in front of him, keeping his Hessler pistol, in the other hand, behind him. The Black Knight lashed out, a blow easily parried by Tanken. The Black Knight pushed down on the blade with such force, however, that Tanken's arm felt like a noodle by comparison. He pulled the hessler out in front of him, and got a point-blank pot shot on the Black Knight's armor. Normally, this wold have done little to hinder the Knight, but considering the circumstances, a large hole was blown in the armor. Tanken used the downward force of his opponent's blade to his advantage by ducking out of the way. The Black Knight's sword dug itself deep in the ground, stuck. Namia made good use of the huge hole i nthe armor to deal a crushing blow to the Knight, fueled by rage. He was sent careening backward, and was now outnumbered five to one. He gripped the place where he had been cut. He looked surpried by the sight of the blood trickling out. "Well, I havde to hand it to you, you guys are the first to make me bleed. Nonetheless, your destruction is iminent..." The Black Knight said with a grin. "Sword!" Vincent called. He held out his hand, and Tanken tossed him the sword he was holding. Tanken drew his other, more reliable sword. The melee began. The big guy took a swing, and the Black knight ducked under it, being surprised to find Vincent in mid-swing behind him. The Black Knight deflected the blow, only to find his only means of defense hindered from a full-on strike, directed by Raion. He was cut and knocked backwards a little, where Namia took another swing at him. His helmet broke underneath the sheer force of the blow. What was underneath was a lean face with long, yellow hair. "You'll regret that, bitch!" He said, clenching his fist. He swung violently at Namia, still working with momentum to attack. She parried, but the blow still knocked her a few feet backward. She braced herself for another blow, the Black Knight ran at her, sword raised. She had no time to get up. The sword came down, but Namia didn't feel the blade. Tanken had tackeld the Black Knight, putting the Hessler to his head. "Second round. This time you WON'T live!" He said through gritted teeth, his rage and intensity apparent. The gun fired, and the sounds of irremediable gore echoed through the silent walls of the hold. Tanken stood, finding no body beneath him. "Shit... he's gone!"

A few hours later... "GET THEM!" The Black Knight yelled. The Mantaean Troops ran to quell Vincent and Tanken's continuous onslaught. A soldier attempted to shoot an arrow at Tanken, and he drew a Hessler. He ducked out of the way, pointing it at him. The arrow flew by, and Tanken pulled the trigger. A hole about nine inches in diameter was now in the archer's chest, as well as a good sized hole in the person standing behind him. Vincent lashed out and in a single slice, dissected five men, accompanied by screams of agony and general dicomfort. Vincent then pivoted his right foot, extending his arm towards another one of the soldiers. The soldier was engulfed in a blinding fire. Tanken made a quick slice to get rid of a few soldiers in front of him, taking aim with his Hessler towards another row of soldiers. On both sides of the swirling melee, massive casualties were being incurred. Soon, the vast majority of the soldiers were drowning in pools of their own blood. Vincent and Tanken were virtually untouched, the majority of the bulk troops sent at them being very new to the feel of a sword. Vincent was bleeding slightly from a laceration on his arm, Tanken suffering from a blow to the head with a dull mace. The Black Knight looked at the duo with surprise, mixed between delight and horror. "You now have no way to beat me! I have my bodyguards, the elite of the elite! I have ME for God's sake! Give up now, and we'll let you join us!" The Black Knight yelled. "I dunno, Vince. Sounds tempting. Either kick his ass and get Namia back, or give up and have no fun working as a slave to the Empire... what do you think?" Tanken observed sarcastically. "Hmmm... How about the 'kick ass and take names' option? I'm rather fond of it." Vincent stated, smirking. Tanken looked at his grin. "Christ, you plan to kill them all, don't you? Well, leave some for me, why don't you!" he smiled and approached the Knight. "Guards! Guards!" The Black Knight yelled. "They won't be coming." Stated Raion. He held the skull of a scorched head in his hand. He dropped it, to dramatic effect. "I killed them." "Hey, good to see that you're here to help, Raion. You guys take care of things down here... I'll be going into the tower to get Namia!" Tanken yelled. "Sure thing." They said. Tanken ran up the tower's staircase. He knew more foes would be forthcoming. He was ready. He spied some at the top of the staircase he was climbing. "Time to get Namia back, you bastards!" He yelled. The sounds of an epic battle could be heard down below... OOC: How's that? Hey, remember, he's a toughie. You guys will need mine and Namia's help to kill him, but detain him for the time being! :flaming: Got to get Namia!

OOC: ummm... I guess you're coming with me Vincent? (I'm assuming this because you did not choose in your post.) IC: "Um... Vincent? Are you going to come? I can't wait any longer!" Tanken said, walking past him. Vincent grabbed his arm tightly. There was a hint of extreme sorrow that came from him. "I'm... coming..." He said, not angrily or angstily, but in that sort of way that's choking back tears. Tanken respected his privacy, and decided not to ask. "Alright. Let's go!" Tanken left a note for Halthan, telling him to be in charge of the invasion in their absence. ----- Tanken and Vincent were making good time to the Crimson Hold. They had come across no hostilities so far, and the hold was only about two hours away by motorcycle. The entire time, Tanken reflected and contradicted. He wanted to save her, but he didn't want to be hindered by her... or did he not want her to die? [i]No, she'll be fine on her own for now...[/i] OOC: Again, I'll be back in 4.5 hours to complete my post.

Tanken finished his purchase, and walked into the streets. He continued to browse, and he suddenly got a very sick feeling. He looked around, and another chill went down his spine. "What the hell was that?" he said to himself. He decided to ignore the feeling for now. He needed to find- He most definetely heard a scream. It sounded like Namia, but she wasn't even in the city. He shook his head, and it happened again, and it was accompanied by a dark and malicious laugh. Tanken ran from the city. "It's probably my nerves acting up on me again... I'll go back, and she'll probably think I'm a lovesick old fool." He reassured himself. It didn't work... He reached the campsite, and he called for Namia. He recieved no reply. He went into her tent, and saw a note waiting on the bed. It said: [font=lucidaconsole]Resistance, I have one of your treasured officers. In order to get her back, you must send a maximum of three people to the following location: CRIMSON HOLD. I would belate the conquest of Terrace were I you. Signed, -Black Knight [/font] "Shit..." Tanken whispered, dropping the paper, his heart having skipped numerous beats. He sat, exhausted, on the bed. "The only time we can attack is... tommorrow, and Crimson Hold is a almost a day's ride from here... I can't get in the way of defeating the Empire..." He sighed, and hung his head low. "What scares me most... Is that he actually could manage kidnapping Namia. Namia is far too skilled to be caught off guard... And..." He clenched both fists. He looked on the opposite wall. It was Namia's spear, conveniently placed by the Black Knight. He took the spear, and was walking out of the tent when he heard footsteps. It was Vincent. "Vincent... Namia's been kidnapped!" Vincent's face went from apathetic to deeply concerned. "You're sure?" He said. Tanken nodded. "Yeah. I need someone to come with me to get her back! Will you? We can leave Halthan in charge in our absence... I need someone to help me. If he was strong enough to take Namia by suprise, then he is probably much stronger than just one man. We'll need to work together to do this... Will you help?" OOC: Well, Vincent? Will you?

OOC: Jeez, this Vincent guy seems a bit... complicated! ^_^ IC: Tanken was left in the store by Halthan, alone. He decided to talk to the man behind the counter, whom had been called "Nilex". "Hey, Halthan sent me. I need a gun... no, two. If that's possible, anyway..." Nilex seemed unaffected, and still leaned in his palm at the counter. "Yeah, sure. Halthan's a pretty popular name around here. Anyways, what do you want?" Nilex pushed a button next to his hand, and the legit weapons on display were replaced by very, very evil looking ones. "Be quick about it, won't you?" Nilex said, irritably. Tanken couldn't help but stare at the massive display of hideous death devices with the awe of a businessman who has just found a new paradigm. He managed a grin, and looked for the least conspicuous of the weapons (a.k.a. the ones that weren't twice his size). He spied two fairly civil looking devices of death. "How about those?" He asked, pointing at them. Nilex looked at the weapons as if Tanken had long since lost his mind. "You're not serious, right? HESSLERS?" He scratched his mostly bald head. "Who are you trying to kill? And how many times did he screw your wife?" He muttered. Nilex picked them off the wall. "I'll tell you one thing. I would NOT want to be on the wrong side of one of these bastards. Nor would I want to see someone who has. That'll be..." Nilex looked thoughtfully into the air. "You say Halthan sent you, huh?" "Yes." "Well, then I'll give you half off. 2 Hesslers for the price of.... 12,967 gold... approxamately." Nilex added as an afterthought. "Plus ammo." Now it was Tanken's turn to be completely speechless. "HOW MUCH!?" "12,967 gs my friend." Tanken looked at the inside of his wallet. He had barely enough, but it would do. He handed Nilex the money, and the heavy pistols were placed into his hands. OOC: HEHEHEEHEHE EVIL WEAPONS!

OOC: Now, Vincent... that was a bit uncalled for. ^_^ IC: Vincent threw Tanken into a merchandise stand, where upon entry, he was greeted with a round of laughing people, and Vincent smiling in his usual pissed off manner. "That guy has issues, man..." The storekeeper observed warily. "Yeah...he's gonna hafta learn." Tanken's eyes narrowed. He walked up to Vincent, fuming, but trying to control himself. He held out his hand, not as a challenge, but as a gesture of kindness. It looked forced, and Vincent realized just how unwilling Tanken was to confront him. "Look, we're on the same side. I wasn't trying to start a fight, just a conversation. If I hurt your feelings, then you tell me. You don't just throw your allies wherever they land." Tanken said. He was really holding back at the moment, as he hadn't broken anyone's spine. "Allies?" Tanken said. Vincent angrily shook the hand offered to him, and they went their seperate ways. Halthan looked at Tanken cynically. "What the bloody 'ell was that all about?" "Just... some demons in the head, I guess." Tanken observed. OOC: I need to come back to this one! ^_^ Give me three hours and I'll be back!

OO! Looks fun! -In The Real World- Name: Kent Mergebane Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Brown haired, light-skinned, and with aquamarine eyes. Personality: He is solemn, but sarcastic. He is reserved, somewhat rude, and a very infrequent complainer. He can take a lot and keep going, but he also likes to be noticed. His favorite activities are meditation and yoga. Smiles infrequently, and will gladly stand aloof if needs be. All in all, the quiet, but nice fellow. History: Not much is known of his past. He arrived in Ivalice later on in his life as a wanderer. He set up shop and began to work and live in the town. He went to school until it interfered with his job, and then he didn't go, but he is still strangely intelligent. He is happy with his life, and glad to be living. -In Ivalice- Name: Kent Mergebane Age: 21 Appearance: Same as above Race: Human Starting Job: Soldier Weapon: Shortsword ^_^ Alright! I look forward to trying this! PM me if anything needs to be changed.

OOC: :sweat: umm.... namia... I'm not human. I'm a kame reincarnated as a murhyrr... ^_^ but oh well, we'll continue on the whole "human" vein. IC: Namia walked abck to her tent, and Tanken sat and thought about things for awhile longer. He was happy that he was finally able to admit what he had been feeling, and that he had recieved some sort of response. He finally realized that it was best to leave this subject be. He was happy enough to be taken at least semi-seriously, and he was glad she didn't think he was lying. He left the fencepost, and then looked over the map of the city they would be invading. It had a lot of wide-open spaces, meaning there would be snipers. Also, guns would be the only weapon that could be concievably used to any effect. This would mean Tanken would need a change of weaponry. He made a mental note to visit a small town on the way to the city they were invading. He needed a gun. A damn good one. OOC:BY THE WAY: The invasion of this city should span at least five posts!! Don't end it all before it starts... It just gets kinda boring that way! Get long range weapons, melee friends!

OOC: O_O I'm not afraid of kitties!! *one walks up, meows* GAH! *hides behind amgoddess* IC: Tanken stood rubbing his head, wondering what the hell happened. [i]Did she just say to warn her before I look at her naked? What, so she can find and kill me faster?[/i] he said, walking in the opposite direction. "Meh. she's probably pissed at me now... No point in talking to her just yet..." ----- It was later that evening, and Tanken still had yet to retire. He wandered about camp, on his self-imposed guard-duty. He had a lot to think about, and it was better to think while walking, when you can DO something about it. He walked by Namia's tent. His mind immediately raced through the millions of possibilities. He walked on. He didn't want to get involved. He had made her angry, so he wanted her to be left alone, so she could be less angry when he decided to talk to her. He reached the edge of the encampment. [i]If only there were a way to impress her or something... Make her believe I was worth her time...[/i] He laughed at the thought. [i]No, something tells me that it would be a matter best left to time. Maybe I should try to kill Deus myself... That would be impressive.[/i] He sighed, he knew it wouldn't happen. The only force even comparable to the Paragon was now long gone. The cursed sword, Midelrig, had been destroyed many years ago. They needed either strength in numbers, or just sheer brute force. Tanken sighed again, getting off deeper matters to think about Namia. "Well, my conscience is clear. I didn't mean to see her that way. She has reason to be angry, though." He sighed again. Some guards passed by, chattering amongst themselves. One looked at the other, "Hey, the High Officers are going into battle tommorrow?" he asked, obviously continuing a vein of conversation. "Yeah, that's what Jadou said. We're taking an outpost town of the Mantaean Empire. That should slow the bastards down!" the other guard said. Tanken felt the cold chill of urgency creep down his spine. He called after the guards, "Are you sure? This is Jadou's plan?" he asked, gripping the soldier's arm. "Chill, sir. Yeah it is. You should get rest, the day ahead will be exhausting!" the guard said. He looked at Tanken in a sympathetic way. Tanken was gone. ----- "This is it. I have made my decision." He went to open the flap of Namia's tent when he remembered her warning. "Namia? Are you awake?" He called so only she could hear. He heard rustling fron the bed inside. "Yeah, I am now..." she said, irritated. "What do you want, Tanken?" "We really need to talk, Namia. Can I come in?" Tanken managed. He heard her sigh with annoyance. "Yes, you may. Don't get any ideas, though." She added sharply. He lifted the flap of her tent and walked in. "Look, Namia, about today..." "It's forgiven. I'm just glad you remembered my advice." the way she said advice, it sounded like "threat", "Is that all?" "No... there's... something else. I needed to talk to you about how... well... how I feel." Tanken was turning so red, he practically glowed. "Look, Namia. I..." He paused, scrambling for words to say. He knew he had to say them. He knew he wanted to say them. "I... love you..." She sighed, "Tanken, you wake me up n the middle of the-" He cut her off, " No! Hear me out! I..." the words escaped him yet again. "I... am very happy being just friends with you, but I needed you to know how I felt. I just... feel so happy when you're around. I don't feel like I have to Remember anymore. It's like you..." he stopped. She was obviously not going to listen. "Look, I just want you to know that you are the most beautiful and amazing person I have ever met. You make me happy, and you're someone I feel okay being honest to. I'm going to go and let you sleep. We're going on a big mission tommorrow, and... I'm sorry for waking you." he said exhasperated. He walked out of the tent, feeling much better, but also much more stupid. He wanted to get all of this over with. [i]If she's happy with someone else... I guess I can be happy too. She probably likes that Prince guy... Maybe I should just let this be... why did I wake her up....[/i] the thoughts besieged his mind. There was only one answer to the questions he had. "I love her..." he said aloud to himself. He heard movement, and Namia was leaning on the fence about a foot away from him. "I don't think we were done talking." she said. Her actual emotion was hard to place. OOC: I'll leave the resolution of this to amgoddess! ^_^ be nice, now...

OOC: Oh so now I'M the pervert here!? T_T hehe that's fine. I think I'll do it. It fits me anyway. IC: Tanken sat in his tent, somewhat uneasy. He was nervous about the conquests that lie ahead, but more immediately... Namia... He dispelled the thought from his mind. Knights of the Crescent Order were not to be engaged in any sort of love. Namia was angry at him, and he took a small comfort in knowing this. But... But he didn't know why... he didn't know why he wanted Namia to think he was brave, smart, and suave. He didn't recognize the feeling that he had right now. It seemed foreign... distant somehow. He knew that the best way to resolve this is to talk to Namia herself. This seemed right. ----- Tanken walked to the place he had seen her practice, and she wasn't there, but she left a trail that led to the forest. He followed tracks, and he eventually came to a stream. He knelt over to look inside it, and he reached in, feeling the cold wetness of the water. He stood, and walked through some reeds. He stepped on something that didn't seem organic. He picked it up, and he was instantly embarassed. [i]Holy SHIT! This is Namia's...[/i] He held up a small clothy object. His eyes widened as he rediscovered something about women he had previously forgotten. He heard the splashing of water, and heard Namia sigh in relief. He turned and saw Namia. She was naked. "Oh... shit...." Tanken breathed. Namia looked at him, her eyes wide as dinner plates. Her eyes traveled from Tanken to what he was holding in his hands, and down to her body. She blushed intensely despite the cold. "Tanken...." she said, her voice quivering in rage. "Ummm... I'm guessing this is a bad time..." Tanken said, turning red. He dropped the panties and ran. He didn't stop, knowing that Namia would not stop to put clothes on tho kill him, and if he let down for a second... He felt a prick under his chin. "Tanken... I am GOING to KILL YOU!" Namia said, her eyes turning blood red... OOC: Now namia should continue... please dont kill me! ^_^'

"unh..." Tanken groaned loudly. He felt the woozy after-effect of healing magic. Sabin and Namia were looking at him, along with a tall, muscular figure and another, more slender figure. "Um... did we win?" Tanken offered. "Not... quite yet..." Namia said, looking at Sabin quizzically. "How the hell did you get him to wake up that fast!?" she asked. "All in a day's work, sister Namia." Sabin said, decidedly satisfied. "Okay, so where are the bad guys?" Tanken asked, very irked that he could not participate in stage one. He felt something move behind him, and he drew his sword. The thing moving behind him emerged, and it was one of the Mantaean officers, trying to get a cheap shot at the party. His head was no longer on his body. There were some blood spatters. Tanken looked at the sword he had just used. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, SABIN!?" He asked, almost overjoyed. "I just laid a blessing on you. Go with Heironeous." Sabin bowed. Tanken looked at his super-powered hand. "I could learn to like this...." ----- Tanken, Namia, and Cairo ran down the street, having left William to guard Sabin as they went to guard the Opera House. They reached the Opera House, and the many Resistance members were leaving hurriedly to fight. "Leave! Now! We'll take care of the soldiers!" Said Tanken, knowing that few Resistance members knew how to fight very well. One, however, kept fighting. His skill was amazing. The man took out five men with a stroke of his sword, and performed a nearly impossible parry in his offhand. A soldier went rocketing over his head at another two. Tanken ran into the fray, leaving Namia to guard the members as they left. Tanken waited for any movement from the enemy. He felt movement to his left, and cut a man in half, not halting for bones or the man next to him. He thanked Heironeous, semi laughing from the elation this power gave him. He got hit in the back with a mace. The blow laid him flat, and the assailant was cut down by the mystery man. He then heard rushing water. Although, it wasn't water. Water isn't held in large square containers. Someone lit a match, and it fell into the gasoline. The next instant, the street, multiple soldiers and several buldings were bathed in flames. The soldiers that could get out were left to fight Cairo and Tanken. There were about twenty. Suddenly, Cairo lashed out with his sword. He cut the arms off of a man, and used his shield to knock a soldier down, using his weight to crush him. Tanken kicked a soldier back into his friends, feeling the blessing begin to fade. "Hey! Let's get out of here!" he yelled, as another few soldiers burned to death in the flames. Jadou was now out, bare-handed. He motioned for the leaders of the allies to follow him. They escaped, and Tanken and Cairo followed suit. They were soon out of the city, now aflame. The leaders and high officers of the resistance were all present... ...All but Namia. "Shit!" Tanken yelled. He ran through the gates, towards the direction he had seen Namia run in. He heard a yell. It was Jadou. "Get out of there! She is but a casualty at this point!" Tanken kept running. Running through the city he loved, trying to find the one he left behind. Jadou left the city, and the gates shut loudly. He was trapped in. If he was going to die, though, he was going to make sure Namia lived. There was a burning alleyway, and Tanken heard the clash of arms. He ran as fast as he could, the sound of conflicting steel growing louder and louder. Namia was trying to fight off a whole squadron of troops at once, and she was doing a damn good job so far. She looked like she was going to pass out, though. Tanken didn't stop, and plowed through to the middle of the ring of soldiers. Namia looked at him as if he was insane. "What the hell are you doing!? Get out before you die!" she said, stabbing a hole in one of the advancing soldiers. "No. You're going to live and help the Resistance move forward! I may die, but you are... invaluable..." He trailed off near the end, pausing to slash two men across the chest, killing them. He stopped. Everything was moving so slowly. He felt as if he was moving at a hundred miles an hour. He killed five people before he knew it. He then Remembered. Forbidden Movement number one... He slowly drew his other sword. He could remember the entire procedure as if it was on a sheet in front of him. "Stand back," he said. He raised his swords, leaving his torso open. A large division of the troops came to attack him. He simply smiled, and said "Crescent Moon in the Heavens..." He was gone. The troops in front slashed each other to pieces. There was a bright beam of light around where Tanken had been standing. He was there again, with a strange tint to him. He drew a massive sword from his back, and he spun around with the blade facing outwards. Twenty people were severed in half. The ring around him was getting larger, and the light intensified. There was no more ring. Namia used this opportunity of confusion to kill the rest of the people surrounding her. There was only the sound of flames around them, and the occasional groan. The strange sword and the light were gone, Tanken was standing in a ring of dead men. ----- Tanken and Namia sat on the cobbles of the street. There was no way to make it out of the city now. They admitted defeat, and sat. "That was pretty good. Pretty weird, but cool." Namia told Tanken. Tanken smiled. "Yeah... but it was really slow. Probably the least flashy and cool-looking of all the hidden techniques. Too bad I didn't get to learn them all before..." he trailed off again. He wasn't thinking about the movements for once in his life. He was considering what to do in his current situation. "Hey, Namia..." Tanken looked at her, almost like it was the first time. She was beautiful. The flames were still dancing around them like a million swirling dervishes. They really did something for Namia's figure. "What do you say we try to get out of here? I have a plan." "Shoot." she said, as if she was ready to die sitting there, but escape was a consolation. "Hold onto me." He said. For some reason it sounded weird to him. As if it [i]could[/i] mean something else. She held him closely with both arms. "Alright, magic man. Get us out of here." He hesitated, feeling parts of Namia pressed against him that he had only wished would before. He then realized that he wasn't going through with the plan. "Movement 59!" he yelled, sheathing his swords. He held Namia, and ran straight towards the wall of the city. Namia looked at the wall, then at Tanken. "Ummm..." she said, seriously doubting her judgement. They ran through it. It was like it wasn't there. That part became obvious when she looked back and it wasn't. There was a hole cut in the wall that they had run through. They had run through into an encampment of Mantaean soldiers. They were about to be fired upon. They kept running, having seperated and were now running hand in hand. ------ They stopped after they realized that they were no longer being pursued. Namia rested on a rock, and saw Tanken sitting next to one. He was slumped over in a weird way. She walked over to him, and moved him. He had been shot in the back numerous times, but none were deep enough to kill him. He was barely breathing, and they were very far away from friendly territory...

IT'S UP, GUYS! ENJOY! (The beginning post is kinda sucky, though... ^_^ Try to power thru it!)

OOC: I am so sorry for being late with this posting! As Rhym said in the signup post, I was at home, my pars are paranoid about my computers, so I can only use 'em for e-mail. ^_^ Okay, let's get this started! (by the way, this town of Balkazaar should be the city housing the resistance, and for the sake of everything being simple and sliding by easily, let's gather good guys here) IC: [center][size=4]WELCOME TO SANATOS[/size][/center] Tanken looked at the high walls of Balkazaar. The city of the Resistance, and the only one place he could call home. He examined the tall towers inside the city, as he often did, always recounting just how magnificently they punctured the evening sky. He looked at the guards at the gate, nodding as he passed. "Open the gates!" one of the guards yelled to the Towermaster. The Towermaster pulled a ever, and the gates seperated. Tanken walked through, hearing behind him the ominous *Clang* of the gates. Tanken looked around him. His eyes were treated to the sight of the commercial district of the city. He walked down the street, going up the hill that overlooks the rest of the city. He stood at the top of the hill, gazing over the vast city, his mind pointing out the residential and industrial districts. He walked to the Opera House, which was only a few blocks away from the gate. He walked inside the massive and boroque building, looking at the ticketer, who in turn looked at him. The ticketer pulled out a microphone and spoke cryptic words into it. A *click* was heard. The door to the cellar was now unlocked. Inside the cellar, there were a few figures sitting around a table. He nodded to Vincent Wurlitzer, who looked at him and said, "It's about damn time, Tanken!" and laughed. Tanken blushed, trying to hide it, while only making it more apparent. Another person walked up to him. Halthan Leiomure gave him a look, and said, "Why can't you ever be on time?" "Sorry." was the only word that escaped from Tanken's mouth. He wasn't so embarassed by disappointing these two, but the third person to scold him. Namia looked at Tanken skeptically. "I really think you should spend less time doing God knows what with God knows who!" she frowned. "Especially when our biggest operation is about to begin. You know this, right?" He blushed even more vividly. "I am very sorry to have disappointed you, Namia... and everyone. Namia smiled and said, "Well, at least you're here. Let's get started." Tanken bowed courteously, as was his custom. He chuckled internally, being the only one who knew what "God knows what" and who "God knows who" were. Tanken sat at the table, but as some of the lesser members of the resistance were still filing in, he had some time to reminisce on his experience. -----(almost an hour earlier)----- Tanken sat peacefully on a stump in the forest. He was trying to Remember. Remember his past life. Remember the key to the crescent style. Remember what his 57th movement was. In layman's terms, a "Movement" is any method of sword movement that would be needed in a fight. There are 55 standard Movements, and 20 special ones. The other 5 were never spoken of except by the highest of the high of the crescent order. This was the caste he once belonged in. Standing up, Tanken practiced each one of the standard Movements thrice in succession. He then concentrated, and performed the fifty-sixth movement. There was a brief noise that shot through the air, and he was somewhere else, in an overhead parry position. He then maneuvered his sword and body beyond an invisible blade, and cut two invisible soldiers. He then was hit by a realization. [i]Movements 56 - 70 all involve the appearance movement![/i] He had Remembered all but ten Movements. The rest of the knowledge seemed to be blocked off, and he spent the rest of the time trying to figure out how to aurpass the block, but found that he could not. He looked up. The sun was setting. "Shit!" He exclaimed, running towards Balkazaar, knowing full well that he would be late... -----(present time)----- The meeting started. A represenative from each of the Resistance-allied nations had come. The head resistance member, Jadou Mertaimas stood and delivered his opening speech. "Friends and Allies, I am glad to see all of you assembled here this night. You are aware, I am sure, of why you were summoned. You have been called to give approval on a plan I have recently developed. I have here," he held up a large scroll of parchment, "the blueprints of the Castle Manta. These are old, but still very reliable. Now, my plan is to take them out at their weakest point first..." he went on to explain the rest of the plan, using the blueprint as a graphical aid. The speech went on for quite some time until," Alright, gentlemen and ladies. I think we ought to adjourn for awhile." Everyone stood and stretched. Tanken, along with the other high officers, had fulfilled their roles for this meeting. They only needed to be there for the introduction of the plan. Knowing this, Tanken left and tried to get as far from the Opera House as possible. He knew the streets well, and he had no trouble seeing with the full moons out. There were few shadows for anyone to hide in, but you could never be too careful. Tanken released the buckle holding his second blade, and he drew both simultaneously. He concentrated. He concentrated hard. The world around him faded away, and he was standing alone, alone in this world of endless night. He then focused his chi into his second blade. He then let the chi remember. The energies from the city helped him control his own energy. He held the second sword above his head. He pointed it at the sky which was now a crescent in his all alone world. The moon shone on him, giving him new vigilance. He wanted his memories to come again. He wanted them. He saw something emit from ther moon, like light, like a memory descending from heaven. He reached out to grab it, and he was suddenly jarred from his make-believe world by the sound of light footsteps. He turned to find Sabin behind him. "Hello, fellow Son of Heironeous." Tanken looked at Sabin reflectively. He wasn't angry or annoyed with him. Sabin had just as much right to be there as he did. Tanken felt stupid for letting the holy man sneak up behind him. "Hello, Sabin. What's going on?" "I'm just enjoying the luminescence of the evening, brother. What might you be doing?" Sabin said with his holy face full of innocence. "I am... trying to Remember." Tanken said, sheepishly. He sheathed his swords. Sabin was one of the few people he could bear the presence of. "It can wait. It's better done on a night with a crescent, anyway." he said, chuckling. "What can I do for you, Holy Man?" "Nothing, actually. I was just reflecting with Heironeous about the secrets of pure living. I'll be going now." he said, sensing a bit of annoyance in Tanken's face. The priest left, and Tanken sat on the cobblestones. He looked up at the moon, full and beautiful. "I wish that I could remember these secrets..." He stared at the moon. The cobbles beneath him were sending messages to him. This was Balkazaar. The only home that Tanken could remember. It was choice among all cities, but for Tanken it had a special... significance. It seemed to talk to him, the city. The city was something to defend. He cherished it, and loved it. While he was thinking, Namia walked up to him, wondering why he was staring at the sky. "Hey, Tanken. What're you doing?" She asked. The shock to his nervous system launched him to his feet, his sword in hand. It was instantaneous as far as any could tell, but Namia saw that she had scared him, and laughed. "A little jumpy toninght?" she asked teasingly. "No. It's just that... What if something were to happen to this plan?" he blurted unwillingly. Namia looked puzzled. "I mean, what if we fail? We could jepoardize Sanatos with this plan..." he realized that Namia's puzzled look turned to one of compassion. She put a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Jesus, are you even supposed to be that emotional? I mean, you're a KNIGHT for God's sake! Show some composure!" she said, in the nicest and most encouraging way she knew how. Tanken regained his posture, and merely muttered "I'm sorry." He really liked the way Namia could give him a boost when he really needed one. "Thank you, I really needed to get that out." "No problem." she said, smiling. There were heavy footsteps. Namia realized them before Tanken did, but they both managed to step out of the way as a throwing knife was hurled at them. A figure jumped down from a nearby rooftop. "Oh, shit... not tonight..." Tanken said softly. [i]The meeting is still going on... this guy could be trying to find our plans![/i] There were more footsteps, and about fifty more of them appeared. They all had strabge looking swords, easily identifiable as Manta make. "Well, I guess we have to kill them, eh?" he said, turning to Namia, who nodded. Sabin came running. "SABIN! Go warn the others!" Namia yelled. Sabin ran, and the duo looked at each other and smiled. "Time to go to work..."

Just for the sake of confusion.... Here is Sephy07's character. Name: Emp. Deus Marich Age: 31 Race: Elf Class: Zodiac Warrior Weapon of Choice: Paragon, the choice of all swords Weapon Style: Dragon Wing, Monkey Fist What side they're on: Mantaean Empire Why they fight: For power, for glory, and for conquest. History of the character: A generally evil and bad-tempered guy, who was abandoned at an early age from the Arcadan empire. He learned to fight from a group of nomads moving through the land, and found that he was adept at fighting in the form of a zodiac. He went on to conquer greater and greater enemies, until they supported and erected the mantaean empire. He is evil. Very evil, but very devoted to his Empire. He would rather die than have his men massacred because of him. Hair: Black and long. Skin: Dark, with the symbol of exile imprinted on it. Eyes: Yellow (due to his bond with the dragon and the monkey) Build: Muscular, but not overly so. He is large, and very quick. Clothing: Think EVIL ROYAL EMPEROR PERSON clothes All in all: The bad apple that's still good got good seeds. (^_^ ummm I just made that up now...) [size=4]The post will begin monday, and I hope to see all of you there! Thank you for all of the posts![/size]

Sorry about all that rating trouble, james! Alright, I'm back! Picture this... A world like ours. A world of selfishness, greed, power, love, friendship, and (even if transient)peace. The world is called Sanatos, and it is the home of the Paragon. The Paragon is the ultimate symbol of power, a beautiful sword with magnificent power, and the magical aptitude to heal/kill any foe who stands against it! The problem is... It got... misplaced... Now it is in the hands of a rather disruptive and horrendous young ruler named Deus Marich, the Emperor of the Mantaean Empire. Luckily for Sanatos, there is an uprising. The (aptly named) Resistance, a group formed to limit the powers of Deus, has now issued a secret enlistment. You are on that enlistment. They will take anyone they can get... and they have a plan... Here is what they need... Name: (Think of something less Japanese) Age: (Let's not get below driving age [16], people) Race: (Listed below) Class: (Make one up! It's FUN! [by class I mean stuff like WARRIOR, PALADIN, CLERIC, MAGE, that sort of thing]) Weapon of Choice: (NO GOD-MOD SWORDS UNLESS APPROVED BY ME) Weapon Style (optional, but very fun): What side they're on: (Mantean, Resistance, Some other empire) Why they fight: (Make it reasonable) A BRIEF(!) History of the character: (Any character PHYSICAL description you wish to mention (at least hair, skin, and build.)) All in all: (sum your character up in a sentence) The Peoples of Sanatos: Humans: Duh. Just all-around good at stuff. Ages 16-35 Elves: The popular view of elves, elegant, and dexterious. Better suited to ranged or indirect combat. Ages 35-86 Suma: Shorter than most other races, but better suited to magic than any other as well. Less HP, though. That's a bummer. Ages 16-45 Kindred: People of the forests. They are normal height, and very hard to see in any situation (good sense of camoflage). I'm thinking of a more thief-related class. Their weakness is their small reserves of magical energy. Ages 129-230 Murhyrr: Cat people. They stand at normal height, and are well suited to combat. They are proficient with pole weapons, but without a weapon, they are fairly weak. 16-35 Tanni: Dog people. They get on surprisingly well with the Murhyrr. They are much stronger, and able to use hand-to-hand combat efficiently, but weapons are hard for them to get. 16-35 Kame: Spirits that have regained a body are called Kame. Many are blind, which limits their use of ranged weapons, but they are quick, and able to use many types of weapons. They are very wise, and have a small recollection of their past lives. Ummmm... 298-500 Okay, now that that's all cleared up... Name: Tanken Furmen Age: 359 (29 in his new body) Race: Kame Class: Crescent Knight Weapon of Choice: Two long swords, and a pair of hand to hand gauntlets, and a puppet. Weapon Style: Crescent Style (two swords, gauntlets and some minor sealing spells.) (He uses one sword primarily, but for special techniques, out comes the other sword.) What side he's on: Resistance Why he fights: To find a purpose for his life History of the character: He was a Myrhyrr in his past life, an elite of the Elite Crescent Knights. He knew every technique (although he only knows about 55% of them in his new body) of the Crescent Style. Although, he traded off something very precious to attain this knowledge. The girl he once loved married a noble, and he was left a lonely man. His soul left his body unsatisfied, and he has been given another chance to live his life. Unfortunately, he has no recollection of what he is living this life for, and, true to form, is again trying to remember the many techniques he knew in his past life. He knows, however, deep inside, that love is much more important than this pursuit of technique. His motives for joining The Resitance are well kept to himself, and his motives for fighting Deus are even more obscure. He keeps to himself, but will open up to those who decide to talk to him. Body: He is a Myrhyrr in this life as well. Hair: Black and short Skin: Somewhat tan, but not much. Has a tattoo on his upper right arm, signifying him as a Kame. Eyes: A bright red. He is not blind. Build: He is medium-heavily built. He appears strong, but not nearly as strong as he actually is. He is tall, but only a bit taller than an average human. Clothing: Lightly armored shirt and pants (green), a Cloak (also green), and a pair of lightly armored boots (green again) All bear the crescent moon, the symbol of the crescent knight. (Somewhat of a modern look, but with a bit of European rennaisance) Overall Appearance: Attractive, but definetely not bishonen. All in all: The Technique obsessed Knight with a power complex ALSO: THIS IS A FUTURISTIC WORLD! Let's see some futuristic implementations! Great posts, everyone! All we need are a few enemy characters, (No, Drizzt, you don't have to be one.) and we're pretty much set. Yes, Rhym is an advocate of mine, so I will tell him to get online and post new information for me on occasion. WE ALSO NEED MORE FEMALE CHARACTERS! ^_^ Keep up the good work, and feel free to edit your players if you want a little more freedom. Remember! CREATIVITY IS WHAT IS KEY HERE! ^_^ By the way, If anyone wants to be Deus.... THESE ARE HIS STATS! Name: Emp. Deus Marich Age: 31 Race: Elf Class: Zodiac Warrior Weapon of Choice: Paragon, the choice of all swords Weapon Style: Dragon Wing, Monkey Fist What side they're on: Mantaean Empire Why they fight: For power, for glory, and for conquest. History of the character: A generally evil and bad-tempered guy, who was abandoned at an early age from the Arcadan empire. He learned to fight from a group of nomads moving through the land, and found that he was adept at fighting in the form of a zodiac. He went on to conquer greater and greater enemies, until they supported and erected the mantaean empire. He is evil. Very evil, but very devoted to his Empire. He would rather die than have his men massacred because of him. Hair: Black and long. Skin: Dark, with the symbol of exile imprinted on it. Eyes: Yellow (due to his bond with the dragon and the monkey) Build: Muscular, but not overly so. He is large, and very quick. Clothing: Think EVIL ROYAL EMPEROR PERSON clothes All in all: The bad apple that's still good got good seeds. (^_^ ummm I just made that up now...) [size=4]Alright, you need to re-post your character on this new thread. If you do not do it by the end of the week (when I am going to start this RP), Don't fret. You can still put your character on. As long as we don't get too far into the plot, we'll be okay. I thank you all again for being so awesome and thorough with your posts. Remember to be creative, and to use your character in a different way than you are used to![/size]

Great posts, everyone! All we need are a few enemy characters, (No, Drizzt, you don't have to be one.) and we're pretty much set. Yes, Rhym is an advocate of mine, so I will tell him to get online and post new information for me on occasion. [size=4]WE ALSO NEED MORE FEMALE CHARACTERS! ^_^[/size] Keep up the good work, and feel free to edit your players if you want a little more freedom. Remember! CREATIVITY IS WHAT IS KEY HERE! ^_^ By the way, If anyone wants to be Deus.... THESE ARE HIS STATS! Name: Emp. Deus Marich Age: 31 Race: Elf Class: Zodiac Warrior Weapon of Choice: Paragon, the choice of all swords Weapon Style: Dragon Wing, Monkey Fist What side they're on: Mantaean Empire Why they fight: For power, for glory, and for conquest. History of the character: A generally evil and bad-tempered guy, who was abandoned at an early age from the Arcadan empire. He learned to fight from a group of nomads moving through the land, and found that he was adept at fighting in the form of a zodiac. He went on to conquer greater and greater enemies, until they supported and erected the mantaean empire. He is evil. Very evil, but very devoted to his Empire. He would rather die than have his men massacred because of him. Hair: Black and long. Skin: Dark, with the symbol of exile imprinted on it. Eyes: Yellow (due to his bond with the dragon and the monkey) Build: Muscular, but not overly so. He is large, and very quick. Clothing: Think EVIL ROYAL EMPEROR PERSON clothes All in all: The bad apple that's still good got good seeds. (^_^ ummm I just made that up now...)

Alright, I'm back! Picture this... A world like ours. A world of selfishness, greed, power, love, friendship, and (even if transient)peace. The world is called Sanatos, and it is the home of the Paragon. The Paragon is the ultimate symbol of power, a beautiful sword with magnificent power, and the magical aptitude to heal/kill any foe who stands against it! The problem is... It got... misplaced... Now it is in the hands of a rather disruptive and horrendous young ruler named Deus Marich, the Emperor of the Mantaean Empire. Luckily for Sanatos, there is an uprising. The (aptly named) Resistance, a group formed to limit the powers of Deus, has now issued a secret enlistment. You are on that enlistment. They will take anyone they can get... and they have a plan... Here is what they need... Name: (Think of something less Japanese) Age: (Let's not get below driving age [16], people) Race: (Listed below) Class: (Make one up! It's FUN! [by class I mean stuff like WARRIOR, PALADIN, CLERIC, MAGE, that sort of thing]) Weapon of Choice: (NO GOD-MOD SWORDS UNLESS APPROVED BY ME) Weapon Style (optional, but very fun): What side they're on: (Mantean, Resistance, Some other empire) Why they fight: (Make it reasonable) A BRIEF(!) History of the character: (Any character PHYSICAL description you wish to mention (at least hair, skin, and build.)) All in all: (sum your character up in a sentence) The Peoples of Sanatos: Humans: Duh. Just all-around good at stuff. Ages 16-35 Elves: The popular view of elves, elegant, and dexterious. Better suited to ranged or indirect combat. Ages 35-86 Suma: Shorter than most other races, but better suited to magic than any other as well. Less HP, though. That's a bummer. Ages 16-45 Kindred: People of the forests. They are normal height, and very hard to see in any situation (good sense of camoflage). I'm thinking of a more thief-related class. Their weakness is their small reserves of magical energy. Ages 129-230 Murhyrr: Cat people. They stand at normal height, and are well suited to combat. They are proficient with pole weapons, but without a weapon, they are fairly weak. 16-35 Tanni: Dog people. They get on surprisingly well with the Murhyrr. They are much stronger, and able to use hand-to-hand combat efficiently, but weapons are hard for them to get. 16-35 Kame: Spirits that have regained a body are called Kame. Many are blind, which limits their use of ranged weapons, but they are quick, and able to use many types of weapons. They are very wise, and have a small recollection of their past lives. Ummmm... 298-500 Okay, now that that's all cleared up... Name: Tanken Furmen Age: 359 (29 in his new body) Race: Kame Class: Crescent Knight Weapon of Choice: Two long swords, and a pair of hand to hand gauntlets, and a puppet. Weapon Style: Crescent Style (two swords, gauntlets and some minor sealing spells.) (He uses one sword primarily, but for special techniques, out comes the other sword.) What side he's on: Resistance Why he fights: To find a purpose for his life History of the character: He was a Myrhyrr in his past life, an elite of the Elite Crescent Knights. He knew every technique (although he only knows about 55% of them in his new body) of the Crescent Style. Although, he traded off something very precious to attain this knowledge. The girl he once loved married a noble, and he was left a lonely man. His soul left his body unsatisfied, and he has been given another chance to live his life. Unfortunately, he has no recollection of what he is living this life for, and, true to form, is again trying to remember the many techniques he knew in his past life. He knows, however, deep inside, that love is much more important than this pursuit of technique. His motives for joining The Resitance are well kept to himself, and his motives for fighting Deus are even more obscure. He keeps to himself, but will open up to those who decide to talk to him. Body: He is a Myrhyrr in this life as well. Hair: Black and short Skin: Somewhat tan, but not much. Has a tattoo on his upper right arm, signifying him as a Kame. Eyes: A bright red. He is not blind. Build: He is medium-heavily built. He appears strong, but not nearly as strong as he actually is. He is tall, but only a bit taller than an average human. Clothing: Lightly armored shirt and pants (green), a Cloak (also green), and a pair of lightly armored boots (green again) All bear the crescent moon, the symbol of the crescent knight. (Somewhat of a modern look, but with a bit of European rennaisance) Overall Appearance: Attractive, but definetely not bishonen. All in all: The Technique obsessed Knight with a power complex ALSO: THIS IS A FUTURISTIC WORLD! Let's see some futuristic implementations!

OOC: Sorry for the delay. School. Bleh. IC: Zirmas looked on into a temple. He had been searching for this one... One of the many temples dedicated to Arturos, the knight god. He climbed up the steps. The doorway was a gaping hole. Inside was filled with treasures of every kind. Most of them were in the form of enchanted weapons. He put his hand in front of his face, "Air arcana." he said, softly. The weapons were all destroyed, picked up by a whirlwind. The cave mouth began to sink, and Zirmas walked slowly out. He walked onward, as the cave crashed. All the holy tributes to Arturos were scattered all over the planet. He had found all but five of them. He held the new addition in his hand. He crushed it. "Temple... cleansed." he said somewhat cheerily, surprised by the simplicity of the task. He heard a thunder crash. He felt a cold feeling, and turned to find nothing there. He jumped in time to miss being hit by a gigantic swinging sword. "[font=arialblack]FOOL. YOU DARE DEFY ME AGAIN? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOUR IMPUDENCE IS FUTILE, MORTAL.[/font]" the God Arturos cackled. (I have to go... let me edit this a bit later, please...)

Name: Zirmas "Sir" Strassu Age: 26 Occupation: The Fighter Faction: Renegade Hunter Weapon: Knives and Daggers of varying lengths, A sword. Arcana: Air Appearance: "Sir" is a tall man of about 6'5". He is renowned for his hunting skills, and he is well praised. His mastery over air arcana makes him quick, and his reflexes are astounding. He reacts quickly, using a strange style of Dagger fighting. He can kill many enemies, but against isolated enemies he is very much reduced in power. He has a cursed scar over his left cheek. Bio: Zirmas had a family, a life, some adventures, but it was taken from him by the vengeful god Arturos. He is now cursed to live outside the sanctuaries, as the healing power that created them slowly kills him. He dedicated his life to hunting magical beasts and all things associated with the Gods. Often called a "Temple-Hunter", he desecrates all things divine. His life is dedicated to destruction, and he laments his own existence. He longs for a simpler life, but he remains out of contact with humans. Okay, Tell me if anything is wrong. I will fix it if you tell me to. -DK