RPG Love Roses, Seven Bells

[Guest hiro_tsuaina]

(plz note:this is my first one, sory if it's sloppy)

The world had lived in relative peace for hundreds of years with only minor uprising disturbing the peace. War was somthing the people did not know and prayed they would never have to. The dream still lives to this day, but on this day, a deciding factor of this dream begins to slow the wheel of time itself.


The city of Tsuaina had become abandoned ever since the death of the royal family that owned it. It still stands as a moral for those who were ruled over by the family. The city is now merely a shallow and dark memorial that merely decays over time. The land at which it is in, is stuck in a purpetual night. When the moon has not risen, the active electricity that still surges through the city, lights the streets. As the moon arises the street lights slowly flicker away storing the energy they have left for the next "day".


A church is all that remains whole on the North side of town. It stands solemnly alone breaching the darkness as it had a glow about it. The bell tower standing higher than any other building in the city. To the East side of town stood a church of the same magnitude and size, the same ghostly glow hovering about it. This church, however, had begun to crumble, the tower now only half it's original size. To the West, stood an equal sanctuary, this one had the roof of the main hall and praying chambers collapesed giving full veiw to the moon and allowing rain to pour down whenever. And finally, to the South side of town stood a only the bell tower, the rest of the church had fallen under an unknown force. The bell tower, in its own, leaned to the right if one were to stand in the middle of the city and gaze at it. The tower loomed so sorowfully, those who managed to gaze upon it only guessed when it would fall.


The rest of the city, however, stood in almost complete ruin, even the former residence found it appauling, and it was a town they lived in there whole lives until the accident. Though, those who do remember it's former glory remember how the buildings stood 30 stroies to 50 stories high, but those towers still stood taller.


*Standing silently, basking in the moons silver light, was a young man of maybe 19 at the most. He wore all black, as though he still greived for what had become of the once proud city. He wore a black suit that fit well on him, an ankle length cape, and a collar that passed over his head, strapped over that. Laying upon the ground was along rapier, with a slightly wider blade being about 5 and a half feet long, in the middle of the East side sanctuary.*

[NightmareMage]

*Walking towards him was a man of about 20; his long black hair flowing in the breeze. Wearing a long coat that just about hit the ground he carries two(2) silver plated magnums at his side, one hand always on one. Inside his coat was a dagger about 8" - 14" long, stained with blood. Never once with a "happy" look on his face he deals with his fate to live in this wretched place*

[Guest hiro_tsuaina]

*standing there in his silence, he turned to see the man that approached him. His short white hair flowed in the little breeze that came through. The peirceing dark blue eyes that he possessed seemed to look into the very soul of the man that had approached him. He wondered for a moment or two why the man had come here, why to this city, of all that lay in this world.*

"Excuse me sir, why have you come?"

*He offered no more words as he noted the mans obvious untrustworthyness torwards what he thought to be anyone. the way his hand stayed upon the gun hinted towards a life of eternal fighting and something that not even he understood.*

[terra]

[color=green]Sorry, I'm going to close this thread for now to avoid any more confusion. hiro_tsuaina, please check your Private Messages for a PM I sent you a little while ago. (They're located at the bottom of the main forum screen.)[/color]