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[Shinkoru]

[center][color=green][size=5]The Siege Begins Again.[/size]



A hundred years ago Eight Hereos Jojned to fight the savage Nilothikir. The succuded and the undead died. For a hundred years his sould has dwelled in hell. And there it remains. But his grandchild has arisen with powers far greater than his grand fathers ever were, or ever hoped to be. He has stricked up aginst his mother, the Dark Sorceress Manatsu No Eve. His sister has been willed to do his bidding. He controlls her mind, as his twin, their bond is strong and if he was to kill her he would die. So he maed her his slave. Their father, Eve's husband. Ilythiirtar Nailo, dissapeared months ago, just after Their 19 year old osn took up his grandfathers throne. Eve currently resides in a room above the Crystal Forest inn. Otik down below keep out all strangers in this time. The world, has again turned to darkness.

Old hereos and new must unite. After Prince Serenol, Hunter, dissapeared Mara soon left to adventuring again as well. Nither have been seen for years. Eve sits in her rented room, sending a summoning spell to thoes she belives she can contact. Trying desprately for on inpirtictular. Her old, dear friend. Lacroix. She also sends out a spell calling for ones of pure heart, willing to fight for a cause, to gain knoldege and rid the world again of this blight. Hopefully without killing her son im the process...

I ask you Lacroix, aid me please, as you once did. Help me once again, dear friend. Noble elsyan, if you can hear me, come to our aid, help us in this time of need. And dear Aliry, please find it in your heart to come, I apologize for past diffrences, but a bond we still share. Please help me. New hereo's answer my call and help me once again, as my friends did so long ago...And Hunter, if you cna hear me..help me..i'm afraid if you don't this will be the death of me..Dear friends, new allies, come to my aid and heed my call....

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Make it good. I'll be scrrenign them. And please do your best, and do not join this unless you intend to COMPLETELY finish it. I am hopeing this will prove good enough to make the sequal to Siege of the Necromancer, which I have printed and made a book already, its on its way to pennington press, to be reviewed to be published. MAKE this book worthy. Please. If any Noobs sign up you better make it count. That goes for everyone too. Thank you. ~ Danni.

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Here's Mine.

Name: Manatsu No Eve (Called as Eve)
Age: 643 (looks seventeen)
Race: High Dark Elf
Class: Dark Sorceress
Height: 5"7
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: Red w/ Dark purple highlights.
Eyes: Deep forest green

Short Bio:
Has been said above.

Spells:
Kiseki (calls upon the power of Eve's goddess sending her overwhelming power, gives divine protection to Eve)

Namida (Eve can only do when a friend or loved one is hurt, it allows her to blast her opponent with acidic water)

Shinzin (allows Eve to gain temporary control over her surrounding environment, meaning she can bend the plants and trees to her will, making them to do her bidding)

Eve Chikara (creates a disc that glows neon green around the rim but the rest is black. It has razor sharp edges and self destructs when touches anything but Eve. Making a small explosion)

Abilities:
Transmutation (just to plain old kitty)
Teleportation
Invisibility
Skilled battle tactics

Weaknesses:
Light Magic
Hell Magic
Lack of strength in Kitty form

Strengths:
Elemental Magic
Dark Magic
Ice Magic

Equipment:
A Silver cloak which is able to change colors according to weather or Eve's likeness, she wears a Heathrow undershirt, silver belt of protection, scabbard worn around her waist, and boots with hidden holsters in both sides where she stores very sharp dagger in each. Her pants are made of an almost impenetrable tree bark. Also she carres a staff with the carving of a dragons head upon it top. If anyone but Eve voluntary touches the staff the will be knocked unchoncshous.
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[Dmitri_Dragoon]

[b]Name:[/b] Nolth Dlae
[b]Age:[/b] 125
[b]Race:[/b] Gray elf
[b]Class:[/b] Ranger
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Amber
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Silver
[b]Strengths:[/b] High Stanima, resistance to heat
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] A Fear of Spiders. Arrogance, and the belief that he is of the "Master Race of Elves."
[b]Abilities:[/b] Low light vision: Can see in most darkness in a certain range, about 60 feet. Immune to sleep spells.
[b]Spells:[/b] None.
[b]Decription:[/b] He has pale skin, his skin, eyes and hair are all traits given to him by his Gray elf heritage. He stands about 6'5" tall, and weighs approximately 225 pounds. He always wears black, or a deep purple.
[b]Bio:[/b] He was raised by his family until he decided it was time to leave. He left home at the age of 45, still young by most elf standards. There he met up with a group of druids and rangers, whom taught him the way of being a ranger and respecting nature. He went on with that group for many more years before deciding to leave them. On leaving they gave him several gifts many of which he still has to this day. For many years he traveled on his own, shunned by some for his heritage, and being seen for what he truly is by others. He has fought many battles, and killed many foes of the forest.
He was patrolling his forest when he heard the call, and felt compelled as a ranger to answer it. So he gathered his few belongings and went on his way.
[b]Equipment:[/b] Black leather armor, (complete with boots) and underneath that he wears a black undershirt and leggings, also wears a deep purple cloak. On his belt he carries two falchions. In his each boot he hides a dagger, as well as one in his right sleeve. Around his neck he wears an amulet that has a power, but it isn't known to Nolth just yet. Under his gloves he has a ring ring on his right middle finger and a ring on his left index finger. They aren't anything special. He has some little, minor things as well, they may crop up once in a while, but with no grandeur.

[The Harlequin]

[color=indigo][font=gothic]Sorry Dmitri, but I'm required to bring ye olde Lacroix back, and I'm afraid he's slightly similar to your character...

Oh, and Danni, I'm diversifying him a bit. He's grown a bit since then and all, you know?


Name: Lacroix s'Xalerian
Age: What am I now? Hell, quite a few hundred years old now.
Race: Drow
Class: He's a lot of things. He was never one to be constrained anyway.
Eye Color: Grey, with the occasional black fleck.
Hair Color: Black
Strengths: He still, in main, relies on speed and skill, but he's knocked his manipulation of etheric auras and shadows up to scratch.
Weaknesses: Over-confident to the nth degree, doesn't accept help much, or friendship for that matter. Has a penchant for getting himself into trouble.
Abilities: I'll think about it, and see what I can remember.
Spells: Control of auric and shadow resonance.
Decription: Six feet tall, and rather slender. Despite his drow heritage, his hair is black, and falls to his shoulders. His skin is a slightly more silvery shade of darkness. Eyes as mentioned.
Bio: Since the last time anyone heard about him, basically. After Nilothakiir's defeat, and a few weeks of pacing boredom, Lacroix did what he does best, and disappeared. Given the longevity of most of his companions, chances are he would see them again anyway, and to hell with anything resembling a sentimental goodbye. So he slipped out, in broad daylight to make it more interesting, and of course was nowhere near caught. He spent a year or two simply wandering around, enjoying the silence and the solitude. He indulged his bizarre fascination with strange creatures, and got into trouble more than once because of it. Anyway, after that year or two, Lacroix loses track of time fairly easily, he ended up in the monastery of the Quiescent Soul. A group of monks who believed that one must first master themselves before trying to master the outside world. The mastery of self was acheived through intense physical and mental discipline, which in no small way included combat. Mainly unarmed. Lacroix learnt incredibly easily, and attained mastery within his first year. The remaining four years he spent getting bored and officiating, and sometimes participating at and winning, tournaments.

Anyway, he broke vows with the order, did yet another disappearing act, and still dodges the occasional assassin. He drifted on from there, and ended up in the court of the Kingdom of Ralquire. After ..an altercation with several of the nobles, in main Ilmiwyrth, who gave him more than his share of headaches, Lacroix turned his nasty bent for uncanny subterfuge into politics, and spent a further five years as a diplomat and chief advisor to the realm. This time, it was Ilmiwyrth who got bored and left. He took Lacroix with him. Anyway, after a year or so of aimless, but amusing, wandering, the ended up getting caught on the wrong side of a planar gate that some annoyingly insane demon worshipping cult had opened when the two had intruded on a ritual, and ended up in a place called the Ovilkidein. Roughly translates to "The Bazaar". Indeed it was. Surrounded by inter-dimensional travellers and beings of all races and planes, Lacroix and Ilmiwyrth had a rather delightful year hiring themselves out as mercenaries and assassins. In due course, they got involved with a greater tanar'ri and his rather large assortment of magical artifacts, the rundown being that Ilmiwyrth ended up being able to manipulate reality at will. Any reality. In the successive struggle to gain control of his powers, Ilmiwyrth, after dumping Lacroix on several lower resonance planes, simply returned him home, so as not to kill him.

The next thiry odd years Lacroix spent on the esoteric side of his being, using some contacts from his planar-hopping days. Intense study and concentration, compacted with a now iron discipline, lent Lacroix a rather interesting insight into auric resonance, and its manipulations. After that, he realised, finally, that he had absolutely nothing to do.

He ended up opening a rather large, rather successful tavern, a few dimensions away from here, the catered to any sentient, no matter its race, alignment, or price on its head. He did a roaring trade, the frequent and often fatality ridden barbrawls kept him occupied, and the always diverse company was refreshing.

That was, of course, until he was yanked out of behind a bar, where he was busy polished foresaid bar with an unruly patron's semi-liquid skin, and back where he'd started. The trace signature energy on the scrying turned translocatory spell bore a rather familiar signature. And there he was, thinking that matter had been dealt with long ago. And appearing out of midair infront of a more than slightly rundown inn isn't the most auspicious start he's had for a while now. Actually, now that he thinks about it, it probably is. Somewhat depressing really.

Equipment: Lacroix displaced his scimitars a while back. He thinks it was at the monastery, but he can't quite remember. His old leather armour disappeared too, probably burnt off him by Ilmiwyrth at some point in time. Anyway, Lacroix now wears a set of black monk style robes he got from the Order. They have a grounding influence that tends to dispel hostile sigil or runic magic, or anything based in etheric energy. Elemental stuff still annoys him though... Lacroix hasn't really used a weapon in a fight for a long while, but he now carries a quarterstaff and a pair of hand axes, just in case. He also has a few odds and ends left over from some of his stranger places of visitation.[/font][/color]

[Deedlit]

[color=009966][b]Name:[/b] Elsyan Eglaannûn

[b]Age:[/b] Ummmm....Old....but she looks like she's around 18 or so.

[b]Race:[/b] High Elf

[b]Class:[/b] warrior/mage (see bio)

[b]Weight:[/b] 110 lbs

[b]Short Bio:[/b] [i]After the battle with Nilothakir, Elsyan and her blue dragon companion, Runeth (who could shrink down to 8 inches long and extend to the size of a full-grown dragon), trudged wearily home....or what remained of it. It turned out that while she had been away, bandits had raided and burned down the village. They moved on through the forest and built a nice house up in the top branches of a huge tree.

A few years had passed, and Elsyan could still not get rid of the nagging feeling that whispered to her, telling her that she was weak and was nothing but a burden to her friends. Her father had taught her swordplay, and she was quite good at it, but she found that you couldn't use a sword in every battle. She had also discovered that magic usually worked where a sword wouldn't, but it was still very weak in that area. So one morning she told Runeth that she was going to the Conclave of High Sorcery and Magic to learn and strengthen her magic. Runeth told her that it was a great idea, and he would go off to train as well. The next day they parted as Runeth headed towards the mountains and Elsyan towards the west.

Well, years had passed since then, and Elsyan is an apprentice to a great and powerful wizard...or, at least,[/i] was[i] an apprentice. Until recently her Master was an old man named Eingachi, but he died peacefully in his sleep about two months ago. Seeing as how Eingachi had little left to teach her, Elsyan was deemed a full-fledged mage. She returned home soon after that, but Runeth still hadn't returned. He didn't return two months later, nor six months later, and not even after two years. She was about to go look for him herself when she received Eve's message. Hoping that Runeth received it as well, Elsyan gathered what she would need and set out once again.[/i]

[b]Description:[/b] Elsyan has long brown hair with a few streaks of gold here and there, but now she keeps it in a tight braid. She has green eyes, slender, and is 5'4". After the battle with Nilothakir all those years ago, she threw out her old armor, which by then was charred, scratched, and dented, and she now wears white robes and a green cape (I'll post up a pic as soon as I can scan it...).

[b]Spells:[/b] Healing Hand, Agility, Spirit of Light, Elemental Flare, Dragon's Wrath Attack, [i]Shimac, Ruu'lyt jirak, Shalai Ziibun,[/i] and[i] Halex Kriemn.[/i]

[b]Abilities:[/b] swiftness, keen hearing and sight, telepathy, levitation (to a certain extent), and a powered-up spin attack with her sword.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Dark magic, Lightning and Thunder magic, and maybe a bit naive.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Earth magic, Light magic, and Water magic.

[b]Equipment:[/b] a cape, a brown leather pouch, her spell components, a small spell book, a hidden dagger in her wide sleeves, a small crystal globe the size of a tennis ball, her father's sword, a few jars, and several vials.[/color]

[Eclectic]

I'm currently working on a signup and will probably post it tomorrow. Right now, I have homework to finsh.

[Shinkoru]

[color=green]*tears.* Thanks Flynn and Sam! *huggles them both* I was worried nither of the origional hero's would answer my call..:)Tkz a million u have no idear how much this means to me..btw the origional seige is finally book made, I printed it and binded it for book. My teacher knows a publisher and were working out the detials. Big problem thou its 217 printed pages (in normal book side its twice as thick as the new harry potter) ANd it need to be spell checked..lmao. So I am askign everyone to spell check al your posts before posting. I beg of you. This will hopefully be made a book also. So, it means a lot to me, and btw Flynn, Sam, ya'll are both in, seeign as I summoned u and all, and dmitri, unless Flynn wants another aprentice, like my husband was, U needa change ur sign-up. Only if he agrees can u be a drow. So..ask him. heh if not then change it.

BTW Flynn, I have that pic I edited of Lacroix if you wanna use it. And if no oen else signs up the three of us can handle it until other people sign up. This will start this comming friday.[/color]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

Alright, I edited my character Fräulein Shinkoru. I'm just a straight gray elf. I hope it is suitable, if not, well just tell me and I will do my best to get it edited to where it will be.

[Shinkoru]

Ya know. U could be a dark elf, like myself. I am dark but definatly not evil. Dark elves are close to Drows but dont look all...drow ish. See? If u like grey elf fine but i neva heard of a grey elf. Dark elves are.. like pirotess from rolw.! but the guys dont look all ugly like thta, thats drows. lol. :) But its fine and ur in. Mainly cuz I like ur sign up and that u show a real intrest in auctually being in the rpg.:) *bows shortly*

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

I'm not surprised you haven't heard of Gray Elves. I'm a big Dungeon's and Dragon's player, so I get a lot of my fantasy characters information from books I have on the game. That's why I had a drow and other elf mix.. and not a dark elf, because in my termonology they are the same. But oh well. I'm happy with a Gray elf :)

[Shinkoru]

Oh really? I just noticed ur sig. when I register to vote I'll be the only Pagan in louisiana registerd to vote to date. I checked. Lol Add me to ur BL....

[boothten]

[color=darkblue][size=1]Name: Meo Imil, pronounced, (May-oh Ee-mill)

Race: Elf

Class: Warrior

Age: 593, but looks about 19.

Eye color: Blue eyes

Hair Color: Silver

Strengths: Electricity, Dark Magic, Fire Magic, and Wind magic

Weaknesses: Earth and water

Abilities: Transformtaion: He turns into a monster with a silver body. It has claws that could rip through steel. He has spikes on his back as well. He looks like a dragon to some extent. He can walk on his hind-legs.

Spells: Hand of Darkness: The name really desribes it all. His hand glows a black-ish. Very lethal when used correctly.
Lightning Triple Slash: His sword powers up with a charge of lightning energy. He then slashes three times, each one more powerful than the last.
Fire Blade: Same as the L.T.S, but is a more powerful single slash.
Extreme Winds: He conjurs up winds of speeds going up to 60 mph.
Darkness Sword: Same as Fire Blade, except with pure darkness.

Decription: He's around 6'7 feet tall. Slim and a hansome fugure. He has a small scar on his left-ear running to his mid-cheek.

Bio: His past is a little blurry to him. He only has one thing in mind. To go on the quest and help the Prince...

Equipment: A sword made out of the darkness of his heart and the light. Very powerful. He also has a bow and quiver of arrows. The arrows are made specially by an elder of his town. He hardly misses when he uses them.[/color][/size]

[The Harlequin]

[color=indigo][font=gothic]Dark elves are dark elves the way gold elves are gold elves, etc, meaning they are shadow elves of a kind, while drow refers to a particular race of normally evil elves. TSR didn't make the distinction, which then went and corrupted the minds of oh so many people.

I'm right for a picture, I think I have one or two floating around, and everybody knows what I look like anyway.

And the last thing I need is another "apprentice". Egad that was trying. Just thinking up things to do was a stretch at times.

Oh, and if we are going to have conversations in threads, make sure they stay on topic, no?[/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Grrr.

Name: Vondaex Megelani Sevenstar

Age: 800

Race: Half Dryad Half Faun; currently in the Dryad stage.

Rank/Class/Whatever: Wood Nymph, First Class

Eye color: Hazel/Silver

Hair Color: Brown/Honey

Strengths: Wood/Earth Magic, Water Magic, Any form of Light

Weaknesses: Fire/Metal Magic, Lightning Magic

Abilities: Hypnosis, Protection, Pause

Spells: Synthesis; draws energy from kinetics and the sun to restore her body.

Silver kiss; Drain spiritual essense from a mortal opponent via mouth or neck wound.

Lord of Nightmares; A summon spell to bring Ochkik Haddah to her side.

Osmosis Land; Sucks the life out of everything surrounding her....strengthens the body.

Description: See attatchment. Wears long slit tunic, chain link belt, and no jewelry.

Bio: Born of noble blood on both sides of her family, Vondeux is sworn to give aid to those in need. She hears the cry and answers. Despite this good character, she is prideful, arrogant, and sometimes unusually cruel. Vondeux is sophisticated, intelligent, and aware of her abilities. Once a Faun, and now a fully evolved Dryad, she takes pleasure in the power that is now hers.

Any time she encounters water, she will imerse herself and replenish her energy. If she sees any form of metal besides what she is wearing, she will shrink back. If there is fire anywhere near, she will sense it and run. I think that's it....yeah. That's it.

Equipment: Cut crystal vial full of spider's blood, slingblade filled with an essense of posion, potion of laburnum flowers and nightshade berries.[/COLOR]

[Hinata]

[COLOR=royalblue]
Name: Fenris Irine
Age: 200
Race: Half human/wolven mix (Hunter's race)
Eye color: Greyish/green Mix
Hair Color: White flows to righ above the waist
Strengths: Speed/agility, Earth, Water and Curative magic. A wide variety of fighting ad hunting techniques.
Weaknesses: Wind Fire and Electricity magic
Abilities: Transformation: Between wolven(looks somewhat like a werewolf but not as hairy) and human form only.
Spells:Chaos(works best in mountainous areas.) Eruption
Decription: About 6'4" and very athletic looking. Wears tight pants and long robe like shirts to cover her frame as to not turn people on to her race. Also has silver metal gloves to cover her hands, which she mostly wears when she is fighting. Keeps hair up as much as possible.
Bio: Born within an hunter's clan, she was taken from her family at a young age to be trained by the elders for her clan. For over a hunderd years she not only learned many fighting techniques but also much curative magic and learned to expliot the herbs to the land in order to heal herself as well. Around the age of fifty she began to incorprate earth and water magic in with her training. She is not considered a Earth or water mage though although if she trained for about 20 more years she could become that great.
When she turned 120, she was released into the wilderness where she had to fend for herself using the skills she was trained with and wasnt allowed to return to her home for 15 years. She has to become independents and in order to survive she not only lived off the earth but became a mercenary. Working for nobles as well as armies she had to track her pray and at sometimes kill them. Although not very proud of the fact, she is happy that she was able to travel and see the world.
After 15 years of being a mercenary/ bounty hunter, she returned home, only to stay for a short while for she missed the outside world. Ever since she has been a traveler and at times still takes up as a mercenary for whoever has the right price.
Lone by nature she finds it hard to interact with many people, burt she has been known to connect with those she sense are in a way like herself. At times she can be very sarcastic and at times mean but it is only due to the cold nature that she has been forced to live for so many years
Equipment: Long bow and a quiver of arrows(hand made.) A set of small double edge swords and carries on her back. Also a small stock of curative herbs. [/COLOR]

[Eclectic]

Name: [i]Bast[/i]
Age: [i]looks around 15 but is 73[/i]
Race: [i]half high elf, half human[/i]
Class: [i]assassin/mercenary/thief[/i]
Eye color: [i]Amber-y, Gold-ish color[/i]
Hair Color: [i]grey-ish white[/i]
Strengths: [i]intelligent, fast, deadly aim, good eyesight and hearing, stealth[/i]
Weaknesses: [i]very naive, prone to fits of anger, small[/i]
Abilities: [i]lock picking, stealth[/i]
Spells:
[i]Dark cloud: casts a thick grey fog in a 30 foot circle around her. Last for about thirty minutes then dissapates over another thirty minutes.
Rage: any and all anger Bast has in turned into adrenaline/energy. Usuallly leaves her completely exhausted. How long it lasts depends on how much anger she has.
Heal: heals any minor wounds on a person. Can only be used every 12 hours.[/i]
Description: [i]Bast is around 4'8 and very tiny. She has short, greyish white hair that hangs around her shoulders in thin braids and light brown skin. She wears worn black leather body armour and carries a small pack containing all her essentials.[/i]
Bio: [i]Bast never knew her father and was raised, in isolation, by her human mother. Her mother died when she was 57 and she reluctantly left home with a few weapons. She went to the nearby forest, training herself. When she was confident in her abilities, she began wotking as a mercenary and professional thief. On one such job, the man she was working for asked her to kill someone for him. She performed her task so flawlessly, she added assassin to her resume.[/i]
Equipment: [i]a very large scythe, set of 5 throwing knives, lock picks[/i]

[Shinkoru]

Well. oddly I love it, everyones in. If anyon else wants to be in this really badly than post it, if its good enouhg I'll consider...but thats 8. I'm satisfied. It starts this fri at bout 7.pm Us central time.

[Corey]

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar

[b]Age:[/b] 37

[b]Eye color:[/b] Pure White, cataraxed over.

[b]Hair Color:[b] Dirty Brown

[b]Class:[/b] Sky Warrior

[b]Strengths:[/b] Fearlessness. Exceptional Eyesight.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Usually relies heavily on his beliefs.

[b]Abilities:[/b] Soar: The ability to momentarily fly.

[b]Spells:[/b] [i]Solar Channel:[/i] Channels light into his body and releases it in a shockwave of pure energy. Entremely physically taxing.
[i]Dual:[/i] Make a fasle, fog replica of himself. Mentally taxing, has to control the replica while remaining still.
[i]Oppose:[/i] Gives him a burst of adrenaline.
[b]Decription:[/b] Ryan stands at about six feet tall with hair down to his shoulders. He wears a tight-fitting white bodysuit made competely of white cotton. His chest bears the emblem of the Sun God, Rey. Eyes and Hair as mentioned above.

[b]Bio:[/b] Ryan was born into the study of Sky. Sky is a religion of the northern most regions of this world. In a secluded portion on the mountains Sky Monks worship the Sun God, Rey. Seven times a day they pray. Seven times a day they make ritualistic sacrifices in Her name. The Sky Monks believe that Rey is supreme. She has brought the first plight of the undead upon the world to punish the non believers. At least that is how it went untill the undead destroyed their monestary.
The monks disbanded, heartbroken and devoid of faith. They traveled the world, some together, some apart. But they all eventually returned to the mountain monestary. They rebuilt their faith upon the crumbling foundation of their memories. Over the years, the religion of Sky grew strong once again. Rey watched over the monestary, and the monks worshipped Rey. One of the older monks, remembering what had happened before, suggested that they form a type of protection in case anything were to attack them again (everyone had determined that the undead had attacked them on accident, not meaning to dis-obey Rey). And so the Sky Warriors were born. They trained in their own custom fighting style and devoted it all to the protection of Rey's holy ground.
The undead returned. The monestary destroyed. Only a handful of monks survived. Among them was Ryan, the last remaining Sky Warrior. Having long ago dedicated his cause to Rey, he set out to purge the land of the undead.
[b]Equipment:[/b] [i]Baton:[/i] A custom Sky Warrior weapon. Two large steel orbs on the end of a four foot metal staff.
[i]Sky Elixers:[/i] Holy potions used to cleanse the spirit and renew the body.
[i]Prayre Book:[/i] The Holy Book Of Rey

[Eclectic]

One problem. I'm going out of town this weekend and probably won't be able to post anywhere until Sunday afternoon or evening. I completely forgot about that.

[Shinkoru]

Its ok oekakiotaku. i'm starting it friday, post when you can. And Kotr...Its not exactly what I'm lookin for. More..mystical, elvish oreiented or human, but spellish and ya get idear by people whom have alreayd posted. Ur welcome to re-do ur sign up but I don't..really like the one u have now.

[Corey]

Ehh... I'll just take the rejection. I'm sick right now and don't really feel like making another sign-up.
Thanks for the offer, though.

[Talon]

[color=teal][b]Name:[/b]Ryth Lethraina

[b]Age:[/b]Unknown (Looks about 17/18)

[b]Race:[/b]High-Elf

[b]Class:[/b]Ranger/Paladin

[b]Height:[/b]6' 6"

[b]Weight:[/b]160 lbs.

[b]Hair Color:[/b]Black

[b]Eye Color:[/b]Emerald

[center][b]Short Bio:[/b][/center]

Like it says, short. He has amnesia of his life beyond the point of waking, barely a scant four months before the uprising of Nilothakir's descendant. Carrying a longsword he found upon his chest when he awakened, a sword that whispers to him, the timeless Ryth sets out to defeat the rising evil with nary a clue as to why he cares, why he has a pair of emerald wings, or to whom his life is in the hands of....

[center][u][b]Spells:[/b][/u][/center]

[b]Eternal Slash:[/b][i]Attacks thousands of times within a single instant, draining large amounts of energy from multiple foes, but the same amount from the user. [b]Note:[/b]If multiple enemies are struck, the damage to all will be the same and it will all be the same for the user. Upgraded form of former [/i][b]Vorpal Slash[/b].

[b]Wing Slash:[/b][i]A beat of the emerald wings extending from his shoulder blades combined with a slash of the longsword he uses in battle forms a blade forged of pure wind, making a usually gentle element of nature a force to be reckoned with. Damage is multiplied when the target has abrasions or gashes because the wind achieves a medium with which to travel to the target's heart.[/i]

[b]Firefist:[/b][i]A flurry of flaming punches to the sternum. Usually extremely painful, though damage is light. Used as a way to gain an attack of opportunity on target because of target's loss of breath and because of the extreme pain.[/i]

[b]Alterform:[/b][i]Ryth becomes a werewolf, humanoid, muscular, and extremely deadly. His strength, senses, reflexes, and constitution are augmented heavily, though he can no longer use his Wing Slash spell. He has a full awareness of being when he is transformed. See a picture of Cornell from [u]Castlevania 64: Legacy of Darkness[/u] for an idea of what the form looks like.[/i]

[b][u][center]Abilities:[/b][/u][/center]

[b]Forestwalk:[/b]Walks silently through the forest at night, making him nearly invisible and indetectable to anyone that isn't an Elf.

[b]Flight:[/b]Only enabled when he is in half-elf form, his emerald wings can tirelessly propel him through the air.

[b]Amnesia:[/b]Permanent, unless lifted by his "blood". A sword on his back seems to be the key to the lifting of this heavy memory loss.

[b]Shift:[/b]Currently unavailable. Ryth will transform into his true self, the form of himself that haunts his forgotten dreams...

[b][center][u]Weaknesses:[/b][/u][/center]

[b]Dark Magic:[/b]Magic used by necromancers and demons of the Circles of Hell, he is weakened because of a forgotten encounter in his past.

[b]Abuse of children and women:[/b]The mistreatment of the weaker and feminine peoples of life drives Ryth into an uncontrollable rage that usually drives him to kill the offender/s, whose deaths he adds to his total and gains more depression and stored anger, which can only be released upon ONE certain person.

[b][center][u]Strengths:[/b][/u][/center]

[b]Full Moon:[/b]Even in elf form, the full moon empowers him, doubling his physical and mental ability. His spell "Eternal Slash" becomes the "Moonlight Slash", an attack that does not drain any of his health when used against any number of opponents.

[b]Sword of Whispers:[/b]The blade on his back, the ancient Sword of Whispers, is a virtuous blade that grants him seemingly unlimited wisdom and foresight.

[b][u][center]Equipment:[/b][/u][/center]

[b]Sword of Whispers:[/b][i]An ancient and rusted blade whose true name is unknown, the blade strengthens Ryth and provides him with the key to regaining his memories. It cannot be used for battle, however.[/i]

[b]Foxknight:[/b][i]A longsword with the power of wind and lightning, this blade was forged by Ryth and the latent knowledge of smithing within his body. This blade is used by Ryth in battle.[b]Note:[/b]When Ryth speaks the words "Ryth-lach natroden", his blade is electrified to any who touch it save Ryth, including the hilt, and he can give the electricity a medium in water.[/i]

[b]Longbow:[/b][i]A simple longbow used to kill enemies at a distance. Ryth is exceptionally proficient with this weapon, using it to destroy numerous outposts of the necromancer single-handed.[/i]

[b]Dagger:[/b][i]Close range stabbing weapon. No finesse. The weapon is hidden in Ryth's boot.[/i]

[b]Midnight Cloak:[/b][i]Shadow-black cloak used only for warmth and appearance.[/i]

[b]Green Leather Armor:[/b][i]Emerald-colored armor used for protection of the torso. A white longsleeve undershirt covers his arms and provides his chest with protection from the abrasive leather.[/i]

[b]Silver Gauntlets:[/b][i]Gauntlets that provide Ryth with doubled strength, they have an emerald set into the backs of the hand.[/i]

[b]Midnight Boots:[/b][i]Boots that allow Ryth to walk completely silently, they come up to his thighs.[/i]

[b]Shadow Jeans:[/b][i]A pair of denim pants that provide Ryth with tireless energy and intensified speed. All armor and accessories are relics of his former life.[/color][/i]

[Shinkoru]

Finally. The last member of our quarry hath arrived. The long forgotten Prince Serenol...yes of course, as an origional member you hath been accepted. You and ur huge plot twist.

[Bunni Chan131]

Age: 586 (looks 15)
Eye color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Strengths: Earth Magic, light magic, love magic
Height: 153 centemiters (about 4'11)
Weight: 99 lbs
Weaknesses: Water Magic
Abilities: Can talk to trees and animals and plants, can also get trees and animals to fight for her and do her bidding


Spells:
Fighting Spells

Vine-wrap (thick vines envelope the enemy, rendering them paralized and cutting through their flesh)

Seika (sey-i-ka) - creates a bright flame that Robin can use to attack people (only she can touch it and not get burned)

Ninjitsu - (japanese for "the art of stealth") increases users agility and invisibility

Charm - makes target infatuated temporarily with the user enough to fight for her/him against his own team-mates





Fun and Pointless Spells

Bishou - makes target drunkenly happy and giddy


Decription: Robin is short and slim, and she hates being teased about her height. She has long blonde hair which she lets fall straight and deep blue eyes. She loves nature and trees and talking to animals and plants. She can sometimes be kind of clueless.

Bio: She lives in the city of Ashenhire, and she joins the group from there. Bear with me cuz I'm new at this and really have no clue what I'm doing

Equipment: Sword (Meitou, made of pure silver, with blue gems on the hilt, Dagger (Lycanis, given to me long ago by a man from my past), wear a green, mini-skirt, sleevless tuni tunic and go barefoot, and a simple green hooded cloak which I only wear sometimes.

I really have no clue what I'm doing, so if I left something out, or I'm not doing it right, just please bare with me sis, I haven't figured out my whole story yet. ^_^ Lots of love sis. Bye

[Shinkoru]

Yeah you forgot ur name.. But YOUR IN. And I'm wondering if ur name will be Raven..or one of your facnateing chars uve drawn. I love thoes. But I'm knowing shes an elf, by her age. Dearest Stephi. Yes read all of what seige 2 has so far and join. But right now add a piccie, if u haven't drawn one doit, i know u can in like 20 min and itll be asome. And put her name..lol :) Silly goose. *huggles stephi* I wuv u sissy and use the earth fairy for ur avitar, maby? So we match. ^_^ And I am sooo makeing u a banner for ur signature
ill upload it 4 you. Now, reply, with name & pic, then read seiege so far, then POST.

[Bunni Chan131]

CHanged myname again, its Rine. Don't ask where I got it cuz I forgot, but John won't let me be Raven or Bunni, so I thought up a new person. Thanks sis, your the best.