Carren Heart

Meanwhile ? [I]A small band of Demon-blooded and two Bacus were gathered to hunt a unique enemy, Being informed of an angel threat and three mortal "followers" of this angel. The Bacus and their Blooded readied with care for a hard battle.[/I] Commander Yenit: Its quite simple the blooded saw deal with the mortals and you two fight the angel, understood! The Two Bacus: Yes Sir! We understand Sir! [I]The small group ran into the forest seeking the angel and his companions. [/I]

[I]Orin sat down watching his mortal friends get ready and fall asleep being as he was uninjured there was no need for any kind of rest unless he'd for some reason want to sleep but not this night he'd stay up on watch. About half way through the night Orin heard Cador tossing and turning saying something about his mother it seemed to trouble him abit so Orin woke him from the dream.[/I] Cador: What? Orin: You where having a bad dream Cador. Cador: > Thanks I guess. Orin: if its any comfort she still lives. Cador: She alive? Orin: yes, very alive and in good health I'd say. Cador: now how would you know that? Orin: if someone cares deeply for something I also have the ability to know if you'd be saddened or happy and why, I know that hearing she is alive and in good health comforts you. Cador: > thanks, but what would I not want to hear that you know? Orin: I shouldn't tell you ? Cador: > Just do it Orin! Orin: > a demon keeps her and he doesn't treat her well. Cador: > okay, I need to take a walk Orin I'll be back later. Orin: Okay, ? sorry Cador. [I]Orin watches as Cador walks quietly into the forest, the noise wakes Xanthia. [/I]

[I]Orin looked at the three somewhat worried about the whole vengeance thing but he saw the will burning inside them the desire to fight. He had always read about the great human spirit but until now he had seen a lapse with it and he felt that perhaps with their help he could survive. Orin walked up to the three companions and put his hand out to join the circle.[/I] Orin: to the end ? my friends ? to the end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mean While at the Taro'us mountain pass ? ? ? ? [I]A large band of demons guard an enormous wagon. Inside the wagon Yenit and the Nag'a Commander who's name still is unknown plan horrid things while through mystical means spy on the group of four.[/I] Commander Yenit: I have no clue whom the old man or the woman is, but that young fellows name is Cador. Nag'a Commander: How do you know of him? Commander Yenit: > his mother is my plaything back home I paid for a pair of lackeys to abduct her, about fifth teen years ago I do believe. Nag'a Commander: Excellent commander how convenient, well then send a message to bring her here, she will be great bait. Commander Yenit: Yes sir! With the girl's sister and the boy's mother all we need is suitable bait for the old man. Nag'a Commander: The old you don't need to worry about I remember him from the chaos war, a scholar of sorts but no fighter separating him is just a matter of time and gathering of lost knowledge. Commander Yenit: So, when do we plan it all sir? Nag'a Commander: perhaps a week after Cador's mother has come when is the earliest you can get her? Commander Yenit: in about one week sir, I promise. Nag'a Commander: that will do nicely, until then I want you to send a group of seven Demon-Blooded and two Bacus to hunt them. Hopefully they'll kill them. Commander Yenit: Right away sir! > [I]The Nag'a looks back at the orb and shakes his head.[/I] Nag'a Commander: Half Angel/ Half Devil, you will be my greatest enemy to date. As for your human friends I won't count on them.

can people still sign up?

Can we make up a character?

[I]After eating and relaxing for a while Xanthia fell a sleep. Orin stood up and marveled at the night sky looking toward the majestic beautify of the stars. An hour passes like a minute, Orin looks over toward Xanthia and ponders leaving. A sound can be heard an the distance and two figures approached talking quietly to themselves as Orin notices Arikel and Cador coming over to them.[/I] Cador: > Hey you look bummed man, you okay? Orin: Am fine. Arikel: Sorry Orin bad news, the rebellion was went north. Orin: North? > No, their going to attack. Arikel: Attack what? Orin: There is a small outpost of Demon-blooded they have pondered its destruction for some time. Cador: So what do we do! Orin: We do nothing, I will go and find them while you all find a place to hide out for a while. Arikel: why don't you wish to have us join you? Orin: You need not put yourselves in danger any longer, they will hunt me down and I can't protect myself none the less you. Cador: I have my reasons to why I help you Orin I'll going with one way or another! Orin: You'll never be able to catch up to me if I fly. Arikel: that would just be abandoning us Orin. Orin: > Listen I'll bring you all to a peaceful little village the demon's don't yet know of and then you'll all be safe. Cador: If I go anywhere I'd go back home. Orin: > You no longer have a home. Arikel and Cador: What!? Orin: There is nothing but death and anguish there. Arikel: Dead? All of them. Orin: Raised as the undead I'm afraid, so you can see its far to dangerous to go with me.

In my opinion the age difference doesn't matter unless either of the persons involved care.

[I] Orin looks at Xanthia, slightly confused. [/I] Orin

Xanthia: Why not? ? or don?t you trust me? Orin: I trust you, After all you and the others saved me. Xanthia: > Alright, if you don?t want to that?s okay. [I]Xanthia and Orin both pause for a moment.[/I] Xanthia: Orin? Orin: Yes. Xanthia: are you really in angel? Orin: I have the wings, and the demons are trying to hunt me down. Xanthia: I guess your right ? sorry. Orin: its okay.

Meanwhile back at the ruins of Lith'is? [I]Rising from the ashes monstrously misshapen bodies emerge moaning with their now eternal agony. Filing in rows of thirteen by eleven the bodies form a line, saluting to the Nag'a Commander that destroyed them.[/I] Nag'a Troop: Commander Yenit wishes to speak with you sir. Nag'a Commander: Bring him to my. [I]The Nag'a Trooper slithers away rushing to Commander Yenit soon after which he returns with Yenit.[/I] Nag'a Commander: You wished to speak with me, commander Yenit. Commander Yenit: Yes in deed I do, our lord has informed me that the weapon we seek is in fact part angel. Nag'a Commander: How very odd? An angel? But only part? He will be dealt with. Commander Yenit: Sir, that's not all! Nag'a Commander: Go on then. Commander Yenit: He is also part Demon. Nag'a Commander: Very odd, a human that is part angel and demon. Not unheard of thou. Commander Yenit: No sir, you don't understand there is no human blood in him! Nag'a Commander: Wait! Your telling me he is half Angel and half Demon! Commander Yenit: correct sir. Nag'a Commander: How are his parents!? Commander Yenit: That another thing! His parents are Tyrial and Soulceri! Nag'a Commander: > Tyrial! He is no Demon! That is a Devil! Commander Yenit: Devils are but a myth sir. Nag'a Commander: No, they are real! as a low ranking officer you are not permitted information about them, but with this we need to act fast. Commander Yenit: Surly being part Devil can't be that powerful. Nag'a Commander: if Tyrial wasn't his father perhaps not but the union of an Arc angel and a Devil Lord is unheard of! Commander Yenit: How powerful? Sir! Nag'a Commander: To powerful for my liking. But perhaps we can use this to our advantage, Part Devil he is bond to feel the darkness within him we'll just awaken it. [I]The Commander goes silent thinking of what power he could extract from much a being.[/I] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Back at Camp ? Orin: When do you think the others will return? Xanthia: I don't know, it may take them a day or two we'll just wait. [I]The two sat they for a while with no real conversation until again Orin spoke up.[/I] Orin: Why did you and the others actually help me Xanthia? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[I]Dameon suddenly stopped allowing the three to attack him as they wished, Arikel and Daimen both leapt toward Dameon. Arikel slammed his fist into Dameon?s face while Daimen claws pierced Dameon angelic fortitude. Bremma continued to bite and dig into him.[/I] Dameon: Idiotic fools! > Black Vice! > [I]The three attackers grabbed themselves as they received the very wounds they caused. Dameon grinned maniacally as his wounds started rapidly mending. With a swift kick to the face Daimen flung into the air with tremendous force only to met Dameon?s hammer fist back to the ground, he winced in pain arcing his back which seemed almost shattered. Following through without a moment wasted Dameon grabbed Bremma by the hair smirking as her face posed an awkward expression of pain, he strenuously met her gut with his knee. Blood sprayed out of her mouth, feeling as if her lungs and heart were about to explored she dropped to the ground not saying a word just gasping for air. Then came Arikel whom was stricken repeatedly with gut shots and then ending with a flunt kick to the chest spending him flying back seven or eight feet against a tree. [/I] Dameon: > Now, lets play fair! Who wants some! >

Duomax read the (written) next to the Caste

I think I may have to drop out of this thread, I can't keep up with these posts (very limited time to read and post I think I'll just miss important details.)

I had no plan to "eat" anyone (just feed) like a vampire.

Name: Zeon Race: Blood Wraith Age: over 700 years old History: Born to a corrupt noble house of fiendish necromancers, Zeon study the darker arts of magic searching for immortality. Until his 40th birthday Zeon discovered a fountain of "youth" on his journey within the Far'ous Mountain realm. He restored his youth of the mystic waters only to discover it's dreadful curse, he drank the potion in hopes that he'd become young forever. His body transformed into that of his younger handsome self but at the cost of his soul. The water bestowed wondrous immortality and power but at a cost he would need the lifeblood of other creatures to sustain himself and grow in power. With each taste of blood Zeon gains qualities of the creature or person he'd feed from. But to do this he has to take the form of a misty crimson wraith. Zeon now searches the world for its strongest allying with them and feeding to gain power. Human Form Description: Appears to be a 5 foot 11 inch, black haired, blue eyed, 27 year old. His appearance is a stunningly handsome well built healthy man. Wraith Form Description: from the misty cloud that once formed legs to his demonic crimson features this form is one to behold. With only white energy where eyes and a mouth once were, to his faintly blackened claws. In this Form physical attacks seem to phase through him without injury (if that's okay!) with this and his life draining touch Zeon is a force to be feared. Abilities: Besides his Wraith powers Zeon is a Keeper of Venoish (a.k.a Soul Harvester) and an experienced necromancer. Equipment: nothing special Reason for being at The Post: searching for strong individuals to ally with. And if able feed from them.

[I]Orin sat splashing the water with his feet trying to relax and temporally forget the horrible screams heard early. He looked toward the woods to see a figure looking back.[/I] Orin: who's that > Xanthia: > who? [I]When Orin looked over to the woods where he'd seen the figure, it was gone.[/I] Orin: I thought there has someone there? Xanthia: well maybe you were just seeing things. [I]From the nearby woods a voice emits softly.[/I] Voice: Or we can just conceal your selves well. [I]Xanthia and Orin stand rather suddenly looking around trying to discover where this voice is coming from. Out of the forest about a dozen ragged persons walk out holding crossbows and sword.[/I] Bandit Leader: your money or your life. Orin: > Money? Or life, that's kind of dumb! [I]Xanthia smirks at the comment? ?[/I]

Back at Lith'is ? [I]The new Demonic headquarters go quite as two Bacus troopers enter the marble halls of the oracle's forsaken temple. [/I] Bacus Troop: Commander! Sir! Nag'a Commander: Yes go on. Bacus Troop: We have found the caravan and the case, but? [I]The Nag'a commander's eyes flared with hatred as he waited for the demons obvious response.[/I] Bacus Troop: The weapon has vanished sir! Nag'a Commander: You have about three seconds to give me good news! Bacus Troop: > we believe tracks from horse lead northeast of their sir! [I]The Nag'a Commander smiles wickedly as he slithers to the back of the temple where the young oracle's body still lies. [/I] Nag'a Commander: Excellent! We will inform the demon blood of a new rebel force. Bacus Troop: Sir! What do we do with the child found in the caves? Nag'a Commander: I feel she may be the key to capturing the weapon, send here to me! You don't need to know anything other then > she'll be our bait! Bacus Troop: what until then? Sir! Nag'a Commander: take the children from the town, then kill the adults and burn the village! Afterward take rise the dead on poles as a warning of what treason may bring. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Back with Orin and Xanthia ? [I]Orin rolls back and froth speaking an odd language while he rests, Xanthia hearing this simply looks over toward him confused. Her instincts told her it was a nightmare of some sort, the angel seemed restless but asleep at the same time as if holding the very armies of hell from them. He rolls again and again the dream becoming more intense. Xanthia walks over to him shaking his shoulder trying to awaken him from the nightmare. But nothing seems to work she becomes panicked a little shaking him more violently. Until it all stops the rolling the weird language everything all at once had stopped even her shaking. She looked at him for a moment as he opened his eyes ever so slowly, she backed away again feeling uncomfortable around him. She stood and walked over next the horse and sat down petting the horse's chin while she did.[/I] Orin: > what is that? Xanthia: What? The horse > Orin: yep! What is it? Besides a horse? Xanthia: well it's an animal. Orin: > like a dog? Xanthia: > something like that, but smarter and not as smelly and commonly used as a rider animal. Orin: > okay I think I get it. [I]Xanthia sits quietly for a while longer before stands up and brushing the horse main with a horse comb she had in the her backpack while Orin watches. This continues for ten minutes before Orin specks up.[/I] Orin: Who's Tina? [I]Xanthia pauses for a moment and looks over at him.[/I] Xanthia: What? How do you know her name? Orin: you told me. [I]Xanthia pauses thinking for a moment.[/I] Xanthia: No, I didn't tell you about her. Orin: your worried, you said so. Xanthia: I haven't said anything. [I]Orin looks into her eyes from where he is.[/I] Orin: sometimes you don't have to move your mouth to speak. [I]Xanthia looked back into Orin eyes, then looking away says.[/I] Xanthia: You reading my thoughts or something! Quit! Orin: I'm not reading your thoughts, those are your. But if one listens hard enough they can hear your heart. Xanthia: you can hear my heart? That's non-sense. Orin: > you don't have to believe. But just because you don't know how doesn't mean I can't. Xanthia: then how do you? Orin: I care enough to listen. [I]Xanthia stares amazed at the response, saying something like that is so rare these days. [/I] Xanthia: how could you care that much you just met me? Orin: > doesn't mean I can't care. You cared enough about me to search out the caravan and save me. Xanthia: ??? Orin: its okay if you don't want to talk about Tina, but please tell me who she is? Xanthia: my sister. Orin: O, ?? that family right? Xanthia: yes it is, she the only family I have. [I]Orin stands suddenly looking to the southwest.[/I] Orin: > No! ? ? Xanthia: what is it!? [I]Orin just stood looking toward Lith'is with a sad look of mourning. Focusing on the horrible screams only he has able to hear, people being killed and begging for their lives families that would never see each other ever again. Orin just stood their looking now into the skies wishing them finial rest but knowing few would have it. Orin fell to his knee feeling their emotional pain, tears form around his eyes. [/I] Orin: I'm sorry >

i'll need Character Name: Character Gender: Character History: Character Powers: NO godly things and no magic unless you are twlight caste (which you need permission for anyway!)

[I]Dameon approached Bremma wickedly, until he heard the cry of Nepenthe as she created the shadow golem, he smirked and paused in his approach.[/I] Dameon: > Get ready to control that golem with your tattoo! I'll hold Damien back! [I]With is blight stopped his attack on Damien grinning as the Vampire, was thrown into the cabin almost instantly having the cabins walls begin to collapse in on him. Blight stepped back looking over his should turning and pointing at the Shadow Golem. [/I] Blight: > Face of Fear, composed of night hears my call. Darkness gather, round thy bat! [I]The bat tattoo of Blight seems to come to life as it flies into the Golems form, the golem form light red shaped eyes within it the bat from Blight takes it place. [/I] Blight: > Creature of night, obey thee master of night! Destroy that of which gave you life! [I]The shadow golem turns facing Nepenthe its new purpose screaming out to her as the connection between them fades. Dameon looking back at the woman so foolish to attack him again smiles.[/I] Dameon: One shall die here today, will it be you! [I]The girl feeling an intense fear overcoming her freezes in place unable to speak.[/I] Dameon: Speechless I see! [I]Arogyth broke what battle he was engaged in seeing Bremma in danger he quickly dashes toward the two.[/I] Arogyth: Don't you darn! [I]Arogyth's rage overtook him thinking his friend's end may soon result, Dameon clam as always-smirked sum how find amusement within this epic battle. Gracefully he swiped around conjuring his blade to his hands Arogyth soon felt an ending pain cruise through his body as he drew his last breath. His body fell to the ground with a thud, blood streaming from the wound. With a simple gesture more Dameon unsummoned his blade finishing his turn around back where it started facing Bremma. [/I] Dameon: well it would appear fate made the decision for you woman! [I]She didn't say a word, never before did she ever see anyone die so quickly so flawlessly. Being as her tattoo was of the wolf she felt her predatory instincts panic within her but she kept still staring at Arogyth's lifeless body. [/I]

[I]Dameon stood watching over the battle not yet getting involved.[/I] Pyrial: > don't fail me! [I]Pyrial finished without another word spoken, Dameon continued to watch over the raging battle smiling knowing that now the witch and Pyrial were gone he was, without a doubt the most powerful creature here.[/I] Dameon: > Impressive, for a group of want to be heroes. But this is nothing of what I thought would be a great battle. [I]He continued to watch to member of both teams fighting almost like he thought the battle was yet worthy of his involvement.[/I]

[I]The angel looked confused for only a moment then points northeast down the trail to the town of Oth'ia. Xanthia and Cador knew this town well it was almost a legend to them, the nation of Warriors where they train the Demon-Blooded (already explained this). It seemed crazy to them why Oth'ia there were sure to be capture there.[/I] Cador: We can't go to Oth'ia! They catch us there! Arikel: that's no time for that now we must ride! > [I]The four companions ride like the wind for many hours until the fortress walls of Oth'ia are seen in the horizon. Cador and Arikel stop behind Xanthia and the angel calling to them, Xanthia skillfully turns the steed to them and rides back.[/I] Cador: Angel? You should hide your wings. [I]The angel looks down at himself still nude and wings covering over him. A faintly gray light envelops his body as his wings fade like a memory and clothing appears covering his body. He smiles,[/I] Angel: is this good? Cador: Yes very. Arikel: it would seem in your rush we, never asked for your name dear sir. Angel: > Name? Arikel: yes, of course your name, what do people call you? Your > Title? Angel: O, that it's Orin. Xanthia: Hello Orin I'm Xanthia, this is Arikel, and that's Cador. Orin: > I know! Arikel: > Really, you knew your names? Did you heard them from the battle? Orin: No, I've always known them. Cador: How's that? Orin: I'm try to explain later, for now we should go to town. Arikel: Agreed, Xanthia you and Orin stay in the woods for a while. Cador and I will search for my contact here and a place to stay okay. Xanthia: no problem! [I]Xanthia and Orin wake as the other two race off into town searching for they contact. Orin looks around then dismounts, walking over to a tree stump he sits.[/I]

[B]World of the Exalted[/B] An Age of Sorrows Commoners die in the civil feuds of Dragon-Blooded nobles, the Fair Folk enslave the unwary and consume their spirits, and the dead return to claim the lands of the living. Will you rail against the tyranny of the oppressive Realm, seek your destiny in the dangerous Threshold or throw in with the bizarre creatures of the wilds? The fate of this new world is in your hands. The Second Age of Man. The Age of the Exalted. [B]The Realm[/B] A majestic and decadent empire, the Realm is nothing less than the hub of reality itself. A hallowed consensus governs the heart of the empire, keeping the unreal, the uncertain and the unholy to the lands of the periphery. [B]Creation[/B] Creation is the world and everything in it. The five cardinal points of Creation are the Elemental Poles. In the North lies the Elemental Pole of Air; in the East lies the Elemental Pole of Wood, in the South the Elemental Pole of Fire, and in the West the Elemental Pole of Water. The Elemental Pole of Earth is the Imperial Mountain of the Blessed Isle, the axis of creation, around which the world revolves. [B]The Threshold[/B] The Threshold lies between the shores of the Blessed Isle and the uninhabitable purity of the Elemental Poles. In more common usage, it refers to the ring of countless kingdoms and city-states that abut the Inner Sea. At one point, all of these states were tributaries to the Realm. However, in the five years since the disappearance of the Scarlet Empress, the Realm has withdrawn many garrisons to focus on internal troubles. [B]The Wyld[/B] The further one travels from the stable center of the Realm, the thinner the fabric of creation becomes, until, at the edges of Creation, distance and time are dim memories, and only the lunar ebb and flow remains. Further still, and there is nothing but a timeless madness, a din of potential so great it permits no reckoning and no meaning. [B]The Shadow lands[/B] Land of the Dead The Death lords rule the land of the dead. The Underworld is a place of shadows and great silent oceans, a dark dreamland full of wonders and dangers unknown to the living. In many places, called shadow lands, the wall between the living and the dead has been worn through by too many crossings and recrossings. In these places, the dead walk freely among the living, and those who stray too far a field can easily find themselves traveling in the land of the dead. Mortals who dwell in shadow lands are sickly, weak things, which pay homage to the Death lords and spend their lives looking forward to death's embrace. [B]Solar Exalted[/B] We channel Essence, the power of the cosmos, through our fingertips, our fists, our feet. Our blades are cast of orichalcum, set with Hearthstones and never dull. --[B]Dawn Caste[/B] (One Allowed) The Dawn Caste are the warriors of the Unconquered Sun, carrying the pennants of the Sun's glory into battle and into dark places. In ancient times, before the usurpation of the Dragon-Blooded, the Dawn were the generals of the Realm, who guarded its borders and led its armies. --[B]Zenith Caste[/B] (One Allowed) The Zenith Caste of antiquity were the priests, mystics, prophets and seers of the Exalted. Like the Unconquered Sun at noon, they openly displayed their might and glory. It was they who led the Solar Deliberative, the ancient governing body of the Realm, and they ruled by consensus and with the blessing and the wisdom of the Unconquered Sun, the now-forgotten patron of the Solar Exalted. --[B]Twilight Caste[/B] (None Allowed unless you PM me first) Twilight Caste Exalted are the scholars and sorcerers of the Solar Exalted. In ancient times, they were the battlefield magicians and the demonologists of the Old Realm. None can match the raw power of the Twilight Exalted at simple magic, enchantment and summoning. From their hands tumbled the countless artifacts of the First Age, and to their beck and call, the princes of the demon realm and the lords of the elements ran hither and yon. --[B]Night Caste[/B] (Two Allowed) Night Caste Solars are the spies, scouts and assassins of the Solar Exalted. In the days of the Old Realm, they managed the security apparatus of the Realm. Their seats on the Solar Deliberative empowered them to safeguard the security of the Realm and the health, welfare and contentment of those the Realm governed --[B]Eclipse Caste[/B] (One Allowed) The Eclipse Caste are the ambassadors and negotiators among the Exalted. During the First Age, they negotiated treaties for the Realm, among the barbarian kingdoms that eddied around its borders as well as with spirits, the Fair Folk and other supernatural beings. They also served as the ombudsmen and censors of the Realm, negotiating pacts and treaties between the various types of Exalted and maintaining balance in the Realm [B]Our Enemies are Many[/B] The empire of the Dragon-Blooded is distracted by internal chaos; its soldiers are still potent foes. And the others are worse. Death knights rise from the Underworld. Shape shifters stalk the Wyld. The Fair Folk see that the Realm is in turmoil and wait with covetous hearts to retake Creation. [B]The Fair Folk [/B](one maybe allowed with PM) A term used to describe the beings that dwell in the unformed madness beyond the edges of Creation. Those who remain beyond the borders of the world are creatures of the Wyld, hostile to all things of set shape and constant form. However, many of the Fair Folk have entered the world and have taken on shape to do so. Most of these beings are tricksters and hunters of men, but some coexist with mortals, ruling them as lords in some places and living among them as citizens in others. The unshaped Fair Folk invaded Creation en masse once, during the Great Contagion, and would have destroyed the world had the Scarlet Empress not used the defenses of the Realm against them. [B]The Dragon-Blooded [/B] (Two allowed with PM) Terrestrial Exalted The least among the Exalted in power, the Dragon-Blooded, alone among the Chosen, can increase their numbers through reproduction. The Dragon-Blooded were the rank-and-file of the champions of the gods in the war against those who came before the gods. In the late Old Realm, the Dragon-Blooded murdered the Solar Exalted at the behest of the Sidereal Exalted and usurped the ruler ship of the Realm. The Dragon-Blooded branded the Solar and Lunar Exalted Anathema and made the Immaculate Order the state religion. Today, almost no Dragon-Blooded know of these events, instead believing the stories of the Immaculate Order. [B]Sidereal Exalted[/B] (One Allowed with PM) Champions of the Five Maidens The Sidereal Exalted is the sages and astrologers of the Exalted, as well as peerless martial artists. The Sidereal instigated the murder and imprisonment of the Solar Exalted Almost 1,500 years ago in an attempt to avert an apocalypse their astrology foretold. Since then, the Sidereal have lurked in the shadows, attempting to shape the destiny of the world by manipulating the Realm. Those who disagreed with the murder of the Solars fled into exile. Many of these Sidereal seek to use the returning Solars to advance the Exiles own goals. The most prominent among these exiles are the Sidereal who secretly support the Cult of the Illuminated. [B]Lunar Exalted [/B](two maybe allowed with PM) Champions of Luna The Lunar Exalted were once the spouses of the Solar Exalted and the generals of the armies of the First Realm. The Lunar fled into the wilderness after the murder of the Solar Exalted or were slain fighting to avenge the memories of their fallen mates. Today, these shape shifting warriors live as barbarians, dwelling together in small packs or ruling savage nations of their bestial offspring.

i can get into the rpg if maybe the post per day where limited if not i can't keep up.

[I]As the night passes the three brave mortals take turns working on the chains and locks freeing the angel little by little. Until at the mornings light Cador unlinks the finial chain, he grabs the angel's body before it falls to the ground.[/I] Cador: Xanthia Wake up, he's free! [I]Xanthia lay sleep rolling turn seems to be her only response. But the old man wakes in he place.[/I] Arikel: > keep it out youngin she'll awake a little later. Cador: Sorry, but look he's free! [I]Arikel slowly stands up his frail body aching as he stood; he walked over to Cador and the Angel.[/I] Arikel: Yep! That is an angel no mistaking it. Cador: What do we do with him now? [I]The angel's body moves slight as it opened its eyes.[/I] Angel: Nothing anymore, kind sirs I will now fend for myself. You need not worry any longer. > I'll be fine and you may keep the gifts I've given you. Cador: The demons will continue to hunt you sir. Angel: Correct, they'll never stop until I've been killed. Arikel: so why go on your own? Angel: you've already done so much; I'll ask no more of you. [I]The two watch as the angel starts walking away calmly [/I] ??????

If i've learned anything its that one only really has two o/r three true friends out there!