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[Valen]

With the help of Legacy...

[center][b]Masamune[/b][/center]

The quest for the legendary sword has spanned the centuries. Many soldiers and warriors have given their lives in pursuit of the blade that supposedly spawned the Golden Ages of the Lost Empires.

The Halcyon.

Only four ?men? have ever touched this blade. The god that forged it, the god that wielded it, the demon that fell against it, and the mortal shepherd that hid the weapon away. It is said that a single warrior once found the blade embedded within a tree stump at the far end of the world, but turned back when the golden glow of the blade discouraged his blood-stained soul from wielding the pure weapon. He died at the hands of the Guardian ten minutes later. The blade, ancient and lost, has faded into the obscurity of mere legend, as all things of the sort do.. Now, however, the demon lord Nyrlol Aerinha has returned to Neverfallen?.

Valensia Cernunnos practiced as hard as he could. His Graduate Exam for Goriolo Academy was just around the corner, and he needed all of his wits and skills about him for his test battle against Master Muirin. His blade rose and fell with deadly accuracy, overwhelming power, and admirable grace. He turned from the target, focusing on it as he closed his eyes, sensing it as it moved through the woods. He envisioned it engulfed in flames, chanted a few words in a string, and instantly the target was decimated. Naturally, against a fighter as seasoned as Magemaster Serenol Ashenmyst Muirin, this would be less than a match to light a cigarette. Valensia sighed and restarted the training with another target, lifting his katana, a blade named Masamune that had been his since birth, he sliced the target from the holding board. He smiled grimly?.

Two Days Later

Valensia sighed as he entered the examination pit. He stared ahead. If only he?d been given a different examiner besides Serenol. His was the most famous in Goriolo.

?Valensia Cernunnos. Your goal is to hit me?.once.?

Valensia sighed. It would be all but impossible?


[b]Name:[/b] Valensia Cernunnos

[b]Age:[/b] 21

[b]Race:[/b] Vaati (Alabaster-skinned Wind-elves)

[b]Height:[/b] 6?7?

[b]Weight:[/b] 250 lbs.

[b]Hair:[/b] Long white hair tied in a ponytail.

[b]Eyes:[/b] Crimson

[b]Weapons:[/b] Masamune (72 inch-blade katana), twin knives, and a crossbow

[b]Magic:[/b] Goriolo incediary spells, Goiolo basic freezing spells, and a self-made set of Masamune spells

[b]Education:[/b] Goriolo Fighter?s Academy, Distinguished Student level, five years

[b]Masters:[/b] Serenol Ashenmyst Muirin (Battle), Artem Legacy Rangues (Tactics and magic), and Ryth Fox Lethraina (Natural conditions and weapon skills), first class Magemasters (All 3), Order of Redvinerose (All 3), Order of Silverblood (All 3)

[b]Biography:[/b] His birth shrouded in mystery, he and his elder siblings lost their mother during his birth. Valensia grew up in the care of Goriolo Academy, the three weapons gifted upon him and his sister and brother, Eve and Ryth, both with names chosen from history, and his wayward ?mentor?, a captain in the military faction known as TRITON. He took up lessons in Goriolo upon his turning of age and began lessons with his ten-year senior brother. His sister, who?d disappeared some years earlier, had simply taken Shinkoru, her blade of ice, and left. Ryth and Alaris, the wind sword that moved faster than light and more fluidly than water, had taught Valensia the most valuable lessons of all. The lessons sealed within the blade. He took the exam of graduation, battling against his mentor Serenol Muirin. He landed the single hit in record time, a record previously set by his older brother. The records were placed in the hall side by side, and everyone who looked to the paper noticed they had the exact same time?.

During the ceremony of Knighting, Valensia was struck by an intense feeling of despair arising from the south, where a large meteor had just crashed. Within minutes, messengers came rushing towards the Academy, requesting aid. Nyrlol was back. Valensia did not notice that Masamune was reacting to Nyrlol?s presence, indeed he did not know it reacted because its brother blade also reacted. The Halcyon ached to be held against Nyrlol Aerinha?..

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Take it, Legacy.

[Talon]

[color=teal]What we need are basically the parameters given by Valen. We need about seven people, excluding ourselves, to join. Show some variety in the races. make a few up. But make sure all of them are some sort of warrior/mage that carry LEGENDARY weapons. Like Excalibur, Muramasa, Murasame, etc. Hell, even Glamdring and Orcrist are acceptable! The reason will be unveiled presently. You may also carry plain weapons, but your character must also have some level of experience in an academy or otherwise.

[b]Name:[/b]Serenol Ashenmyst Muirin (Can split self into two beings, the other being Ryth lethraina, whom Valensia Cernunnos believes to be his older brother, when in fact, Serenol is his true brother. Though, technically, Hunter [Serenol's nickname] spends more time as the younger, defter, and much more agile Ryth.)

[b]Age:[/b]654

[b]Race:[/b]The last remaining Sihaya, a half-angel race with near-immortality and uninhibited and unlimited potential.

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

[b]Weight:[/b]128lbs.

[b]Hair:[/b]Varies, but normally silver and tied into a braid to his waist.

[b]Eyes:[/b]Left one silver, right one emerald.

[b]Weapons:[/b]A longsword, formerly belonging to his best friend, a woman named Manatsu no Eve. The blade is a wind-element controller by the name of Alaris. However, he carries a second sword he uses for desperate combat, a lightning-quick blade named Murasame. He also carries a collapsible longbow for distance fighting.

[b]Magic:[/b]Powerful Heavenwind, Heavenfire, Heavenfrost, and Heavenlight spells, as well as the most advanced Hellfire and Hellearth magic, as well as advanced Goriolo freezing magic, advanced Goriolo incediary magic, and two spells of peronal invention: Wing Slash and Vorpal Slash. He also bears the ability to shift into a wolfen form at will. (Wolfen means half-human, half wolf. Human shape, wolfish face, silver fur, and CLAWS, as well as agility, reflexes, and strength.) He has a Heavenshift form of magic taught him by Michael, an Archangel, that allows him to alter his form and physical abilities, or even to split it, into another being named Ryth Lethraina, whom Valensia Cernunnos believes to be his brother.

[b]Education:[/b]His father, King Muirin of Ashrenia, put him through rigorous magic and battle training. He was also taught by the Master Angels of heaven during his fifty-year tussle with death.

[b]Masters:[/b]King "Firebrand" Muirin, Vizier Sheridan, (No medals or titles), Fire Masters Shasmir and Ifrit, Ice Mistress Shiva, Wind Masters Garuda and Ramuh, and Light Mistress Kohaku (Order of the Seraph, highest rank all of them), Fire Bashar Balrog and Earth Bashar Titan (Bloody Emblem rank demons, both). He was taught how to battle mystical beings by a Seraphim named Micheal, who had no last name in Heaven. He holds the highest ranks in Heaven as well as the rank of Protectorate (pronounced Pro-teck-tow-rat-ee) Imperium of the gates of Eden, though he leaves that post when extreme matters occur in the realm of Mortality.

[b]Biography:[/b]I'll keep it short and sweet. Born a prince, he fought valiantly to protect his sister and best friend, Manatsu no Eve, died in the process, went through many ordeals through Heaven and Hell, gaining an altered appearance and the new racial class, Sihaya. He is a Holy Knight, returned from Heaven at the age of 123, and fought against the man that murdered him and later his father, Nilothakir. Revenge on Nilothakir complete, he went through Goriolo Academy to gain strength, and eventually earned their highest ranks and orders, becoming the most famous intstructor. His latest project has been Valensia Cernunnos, a youth in whom Hunter senses great potential. Hunter feels an odd disturbance within the folds of the earth, something he knows hasn't been felt for millenia. The Halcyon is awakening and calling for its wielder, an unknown, to battle both Nyrlol Aerinha, a powerful, and the last, Ghola (a race marked by their unmitigated hatred for anything more benevolent than an atomic explosion, they are also marked by their exceptional strength, skill, agility, and magical prowess. However, they are lacking in the defense, constitution, mental defense, and just plain mental departments. Nyrlol is a demonically enhanced exception, he was infused with overmuch power by his creator, Deth Covisra, a necromantic vampire in search of Lichdom) and the vampire named Deth Covisra, previously mentioned.

Nilothakir was nothing compared to the vampire sorcerer Deth Covisra. Hunter feels his power growing, calling out for the Halcyon. Hunter begins to prepare for a long journey, taking his two trusted blades, Alaris and Murasame, out of hiding.....
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Yep. You guessed it. Stop the bad guy, save the world, get the sword, and hopefully the girl (if any join up). We want this RPG to have full interactivity between members, as in PMs as to what you want characters to do with each other, etc. etc. This isn't required, but we want dedication for sure. Also, we'd prefer seasoned VETERANS at RPGs. Bad grammar = bad chance of getting in. The RPG will start off with all the characters meeting for the most important event in Northern Ashrenia: The Goriolo Academy Graduation Ceremony, where the greatest tournaments of skill and strength are held after the acceptance of students to the title of Mastermage.[/color]

[inti]

[COLOR=red]I'll take a shot at this. Most of the RPGs I'm currently in have gone silent. Also, don't be fooled into thinking I'm no good at RPGs just because of the title, "Newbie"
One last thing...is there some sort of backround story to this RPG that I should learn/know before joining? Please PM me about it.[/COLOR]

[color=crimson][b]Name:[/b] Kyru Vichama

[b]Age:[/b] 109

[b]Race:[/b] One of the Avarii. A cross between Icarii - Aven (birdperson) - and Avar - a forest-dwelling race, uses the magic of Gaia, forest animals and the trees. The Avarii are a very magical race, and usually live to around 500-600 years old. So Kyru only looks about 20.

[b]Height:[/b] 6'1"

[b]Weight:[/b] 134lbs.

[b]Hair:[/b] Jet black hair, tied in several long braids.

[b]Eyes:[/b] Kyru's eyes are yellow/gold, with a hint of blood red around the outside of the iris'.

[b]Weapons:[/b] Kilgorin, Sword of Darkness (I was searching for legendary weapons, and came across this. If it isn't okay, then I also have another in mind).
Kilorin belonged to Kyru's older sister, Ayuta, and their grandfather before her. Ayuta died protecting the forests from some of the most twisted humans when they wielded Axes and many weapons and magics to destroy the forests for their own gain.
Just before Ayuta died, she shifted the remnants of her soul and magic into the sword. Their grandfather had also done this, so now the sword was large, effective and yet still swift as a dagger.
Kyru also carrys five throwing knives and an elven dagger with him. The dagger was given to him as a gift for helping fight off the latest evil to attack elven sacred grounds.
(I have attached a picture of Kilgorin.)

[b]Magic:[/b] Dark-earth (dark/earth magic), High-earth (light/earth magic) and Gale-earth (wind/earth magic). Knows how to manipulate magics relating to Gaia (Earth) and the trees. Although this ability can be truly strong, it rarely works to Kyru's advantage. Most Gaia-related spells Kyru manipulates to his advantage are small and weak. Only a true Avar can master this kind of manipulative magic.
Kyru has learnt many Goriolo spells and magics over the years, but hardly uses them. When he does, he focuses on Goriolo wind spells.
Kyru was taught only one skill by his sister and grandfather. When he uses it, which is only in extreme situations, long sharp metal claws (about 6") grow from the tips of his fingers. This magic is only taught to the Icarii, and they must heal their hands after using it (ie: his grandfather was Icarii).
{Is that okay? Tell me if you want me to fix anything.}

[b]Education:[/b] Taught by his sister and grandfather when they were alive. When both had died, around 30 years previous to the current time, Kyru decided to go and train at the Goriolo Academy.
He sped through each level, but has been stuck (for some time) when it comes to the more advanced skills he must learn to graduate. He is hoping to graduate this year.

[b]Masters:[/b] (Previous) - Ayuta and their grandfather. (Current) - Master of Earth magic (Eden Allpa), Mistress of Dark magic (Pandora Supay), and Serenol Ashenmyst Muirin.

[b]Biography:[/b] Kyru was born two weeks later than expected. And was born with wings and hair of the darkest black. A sign of danger to come. But nothing happened, so everyone expected the mage doctors to have been wrong in their predictions of the time of Kyru's birth.
Three years later, his mother and father died during a slughter brought on by demons.
Living under the watchful eyes of his grandfather, Tahl, and sister, Ayuta, Kyru learned quickly to obey commands as they were given.
Tahl went to war and died, leaving his possessions to Ayuta. Including the Sword of Darkness, Kilgorin.
Ayuta and Kyru mourned for 5 years.
Once Ayuta was at peace with Tahl's death, she also went off to war. All that came back of her was Kilgorin.
Kyru grieved over the last remaining family member he knew of.
He was quickly at peace with the death of his sister, knowing there was no point crying. Crying and grieving never brought anyone back.
He joined the Goriolo Aademy and trained there for 30 years.
Kyru had failed the gradutation exam twice already, and hoped to pass this year.[/color]

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[color=red]Hope that's all ok. Please PM me about anything I need to fix or redo completely.
Can't wait to start.[/color]

[COLOR=sienna][b]EDIT:[/b][/COLOR] I have found a better picture of Kilgorin (Sword of Darkness), and have replaced the original with it.
Don't worry, I haven't doule-posted. I just like people to know my edits.

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[Dark-Eye]

[color=silver][b]Name:[/b] Michael S. Angelus

[b]Age:[/b] 25 (bodily at least)

[b]Race:[/b] Prince from a very high ranking postion... VERY high ranking. But I am a mortal *cough*some what *cough* so you may consider me human.

[b]Height:[/b] 6' 1''

[b]Weight:[/b] Unimportant but my weight is about 180.

[b]Hair:[/b] Light brown.

[b]Eyes:[/b] Golden.

[b]Weapon:[/b] I have a long silver broad sword with a design of golden flames coming up from the base of the hilt. I have always had my sword ever since I was created, I mean born. I once used it to slay the greatest enemy of my ummm family. I also carry a spear but it has a grusome past, it was used by a man named Longinus to put one of my masters out of his misery but because my master and his blood were pure and the deed was done for a just reason (to end the suffering of a good man) the spear is a holy weapon. I also carry around some old fashion scales and a kite shield with a sun emblazened on it.

[b]Magic:[/b]
Fire- My sword ignites and becomes a blade of solid flames.
Brimstone- I hold up my spear and call forth small burning meteor shards to strike down at my enemies.
Light of Justice- I use my shield to call forth a blinding light to stun my foes.
Final Judgement- I hold up my scales causing the sky to grow dark with storm clouds, the earth to tremble and lightning to crash down from the heavens.
Transformation- You'll see.

[b]Education:[/b] "Born" with the knowlege of how to fight, yeah thats it I was "born" with the knowlege.

[b]Masters:[/b] The Almighty, The Son of Man, and The Holy Ghost, masters from the ummmm "Academy of the Sky". I am now a high rank master there also, I taught Serenol Ashenmist Muirin when he visited my "homeland".

[b]Biograthy:[/b] Oh yeah I am biological. Well I came here to answer the calls of those who called me here. My mission is to protect those who exist here. I came to this Academy to check on my student. Also to protect those who need it.


OOC: Incase you havn't guessed it I'm Michael The Archangel, Prince of the Heavenly Hosts... incognito.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Now why wouldn't it surprise me if this rpg ends up consisting simply of the usual crew.

Name: Katarina Tarjarian Mydrani

Age: 957

Race: Formerly of the Drycaarth. A very isolated race, now extinct, that only ever existed in one place. In the northern most reaches of the world, an icy hell of snow and death, lay a volcano, long extinct. A long history of rockfalls had covered the plug, deep in the candela, and now tunnels and caves honeycombed the entire stone edifice. Within these caverns, a sentient, bipedal species existed, though how exactly they got there, and their eventual fate, is still unknown. In fact, nobody, except one or two intrepid explorers and a single mining consortium that has since been lost to time, ever knew they were there at all. Within that community of sentients, theories abounded over the first issue, for they were themselves unaware. The single clue given to them was that in one of the caves, in the centre of the volcano, was a great library, and near it, a large cave that had been reinforced with huge iron plates held up by massive pillars, containing a massive throne, and various other incomprehensible items. Conclusions were unable to be drawn before the hostile environment eventually forced their extinction.

The Drycaarth themselves were probably close relatives of the sidhé. They are without exception tall, the males developing a muscular bulk, while the females remaining willowy. The lifestyle and lack of food combined with a natural tendancy not to run to fat to keep many of them in rather prime physical condition. In fact, fat Drycaarth occured once in a decade, if that. Drycaarth's skin is a coldstruck grey, as would appear in a stormy sky or perhaps a dirty snow storm, and, like that sky, is slightly different on all individuals, and indeed occasionally changes tone in strange patterns on members of certain bloodlines. Again, reasons unknown. In terms of features, they are lean, their ears closely resembling that of a bat, though their eyes do not slant. Their eyes are mostly the colour of their skin, though normal colours are not uncommon. These eyes see perfectly in darkness, as they work on an entirely different principle to any other kind of vision. Closer to a form of echolocation, the eyes, while appearing normal, actually emit constant wavebursts of radiation, rather than sound, meaning they can perceive texture, colour, and indeed details that the normal type of eye could not pick up, because some of the information relayed back is how the particle reacts with the radiation. Distance is not a factor, this radiation move literally faster than the light is transmits. (Reports of Drycaarth being able to stare at people, wave their hands around strangely and say "I'm giving you cancer" and actually doing it are unfounded rumour, the explorer was on something anyway).

Lips tend to range from bright red to black, again normally based on bloodline. They also possess a prehensile, astonishingly strong, tail, of about six feet. The tail, unlike the rest of the body, is scaled, and the colour of onyx. The tail is about two and a half inches in diameter at the base, and tapers to about an inch thick at the end, where three bone hooks, almost like a grapnel, protrude. Each forms a perfect quartercircle, and the hooks are about 4 inches long. The bone spurs are immovable however. Drycaath do not have taloned fingers or feet, but the do possess dew claw like appendages of bone, on the back of their ankle, just above the achilles tendon. In physiological terms, they are identical to the norm, asiding a much greater resistance to extremes temperature. Which is not to say they could put their hand in a fire without harm, just that they could walk throw a desert, or swim in half frozen lake, without harm. Obviously, they retain much more water than is normal, and can go weeks without drinking. They are not possessed of any remarkable longevity, their life span being normally about 150 years. They mature rapidly, gaining adult size and mental capacity by age 15.

Height: 6?5?

Weight: 132 lbs.

Hair: Black, falls to about mid rib level, worn free.

Eyes: Dark grey, with whorled strands of a lighter shade running through it.

Weapons: [B]Sgian Dubh[/B]: Literally translated, the Black Knife. A blade with numerous histories, anything from petty witches, to covetous greater fiends, and always with a bloody end, always causing more death than a blade of it's size should. It's origins, and indeed exact nature, are unknown, but it is known to act as a sounding board for certain types of magic, amplifying power, and also as a receptacle of the etheric nature. The blade, in total, is about 12 inches in length, eight of that blade. There is no cross piece, the blade is obviously dark, made of some unknown, likely extra-planar metal, and double edged, with no blood gutter. The hilt is wrapped in some dark leather like material, of an unknown creature. The pommel is a piece of perfectly spherical, tarnished bone.

[b]Verricks[/b]: The only weapon the Drycaarth ever developed, Verricks are paired weapons closely resembling kung saos, or perhaps small scythes. A vertical haft surmounted by a sycthe like blade, that does not appreciably curve, of about 10 inches. The haft itself is two feet long. These are preferred in combat to the knife.

[b]Spiked collar[/b]: Not worn around the neck, but rather the tail, just below the bone spikes. Almost appears like a shuriken, with blades curving in a constant direction. Four blades in total. Worn so that if the tail was held vertical, and the bone spikes thus pointing downwards, the collar blades would be horizontal. An interesting side note is that if concentrated on, peristaltic muscle movement can force the collar upwards, and press it against the spike, effectively creating a rather less than dexterous "hand" that can be used to grip simple objects. The use of that for a weapon has not yet been tested.

Magic: Necromancy, plain and simple. Amplified by the Sgian Dubh. A few elemental spells, but they're not often used.

Education: The library inside the extinct volcano Alqwerik, in main, the Drycaarth hunters, and quite a bit of experience.

Masters: Well, the Drycaarth had a couple of people dedicated to training young ones, but they weren't really that experience at it.

Biography: The Drycaarth, while not intellectuals, were certainly not brutish or stupid, and debated their existance hotly, in vast public debates. Well...vast for them. Their population was only ever a couple of hundred. They knew what the library was, what the throne was, what various other apparently discarded items were, but they certainly had no idea how they knew. Previous generations, and there hadn't been many, had passed down the knowledge, again without revealing, if they knew at all, how they knew. So, they knew what books were, but they couldn't read them. After a couple of random glances, they gave up.

As it turns out, most of the books would have been incomprehensible to them even if they could read Common, or Elvish, or any of the other less esoteric languages. For they were written mainly in the arcane, and many in an arcane cypher only known by the original author. However, as the author's faculties faded, he employed the kind of spell used in trade all over the world. The spell of tongues. Worry not about what the language is, this spell means the words, whether transmitted verbally or written, simply imprint themselves on your mind so you understand them. As well as this, many of these spells have specific triggers, touching a scroll, an exchange of a spelled token, etc...or opening the right book.

Katarina, at the age of thirty five, and looking 19 by the standards of most races, didn't give the slightest damn where her species had come from. It didn't bother her, they were here, that's what mattered. She did her duty to the Drycaarth, hunted the bowls of the volcano and the surroundings for various creatures, fought off attackers, though none of them ever sentient, and didn't go out of her way to cause trouble. Her companion since birth, however was fascinated even by Drycaarth standards. She spent hours poring over books she couldn't read, many of them appearing more like picture books because of the strange diagrams and symbols. All her free time was spent in the great library, Katarina often bored at her side. On one occasion, Katarina, more aggravated than usual, walked over to one corner of the library where her friend sat, pulled out a book at random, the book being a black volume, lengthy and old, bound in some unknown, but strangely warm, material, and pulled it open, glaring at the pages, as if to demand to know what the fuss was. There was an explosion of light in her head as the spell rearranged itself to suit her mode of communication, and then she could read it.

It ended up being something of a diary. The unnamed author had some rather grandiose plans. A transmuter, he had created the Drycaarth, through means of simple genetic splicing, between several demonic races and a few elvish races. His eventual plans involved the set up of the volcano as a palace, the Drycaarth his willing slaves, his eventual transition into Lichdom, and probably his eventual rule of the entire world. The usual stuff. The entries cut off sharply, no explanation of what went wrong.

Katarina looked up, her friend was still nose deep in a book she couldn't understand. Katarina's book still open, the spell was still active, so she could read her companion's book. It wasn't much, just a treatise on binding lesser undead.

Unable to accept the fact that her entire species was based on some idiot wizard's delusion, Katarina took the spelled book, and any other one she could find that had a similar cover, and fled. She ended up living in a cave a few leagues away, it was enough. Sure enough, all the books with the warm black covers were enspelled as to allow reading. They ranged from diaries to detailed anatomies, to spell books. After a few months of magically assisted studies, the Drycaarth had their first spell caster.

Confident her finds would mitigate any crime she had commited, even if anyone really cared, Katarina returned to the volcano's depths. She found exactly nothing. The library, the throne, and the rest were still there. But all signs of the Drycaarth were gone. Completely erased. There was no sign of struggle, and no divination revealed that they were ever there, even the period where Katarina had lived here revealed only empty blackness, with the occasional scuffling creature wandering around. Interestingly enough, the non-sentient life of the volcano had also diappeared. Perhaps the creator of the Drycaarth had returned. Katarina wasn't sure. She spent a few months futilely searching through the caverns, returning to the surface for food every so often, before giving up. Then, she returned to the books. Contact with the spells had been so prolonged they'd basically imprinted themselves onto her mind, meaning she could read anything she picked up.

After a lot of aimless reading about all sorts of irrelevant things, a book fell into Katarina's hand that probably shouldn't have. It was another black book, but this was ice cold. Katarina had missed it in her search before she left. It turned out to be the assembled manual, written by the former tenant, of his intended transition into Lichdom. As well as the arcane rituals required, he detailed the location of a cache, that contained all the items required. Included was the Sgian Dubh. A few weeks later, the Drycaarth had their first lich.

It seemed the wizard had made his creations eminently suited to Lichdom. Rather than the skeletal wreckes rather common to many races, or even the slightly emaciated, deathly visage of an elven baelnorn, the change for Katarina was non existant. She appeared as she always had. Mentally, her acuity increased markedly, as did her facillity with the various magics she encountered in her ever increasing study of the great library. For the phylactery, the one weak point in a Lich asiding outright banishment to another plane, or intervention by a celestial, or a couple of other possible destructions, Katarina followed to the letter the idea in the book. Use the powerful, already necromantic knife. Phylacteries of bone were considered best anyway, though many shunned them as they were easily detroyed, but all liches admitted greater power was drawn through them. So the pommel on the blade was perfect. Katarina spent her life in study, here and there improving her surroundings, and every now and then she'd go outside. These forays meant little except to test something she'd picked up, honing her magic skills, as well as the occasional hand to hand battle. Here and there, she'd spend months outside, in an environment that would kill nearly anything, and battled the elements, creatures tough enough to brave these lands, and the Dragon matriach Ixychallath. That was kind of neccessary though, she'd come looking for trouble. That dragon though, was the only sentient life she'd ever encountered, though divination of the realms had left her spending hours poring over villages, and often individual people. Not that she really cared, it was simply study.

After about seven hundred years of this, she had basically memorised the entire library, had a host of arcane power at her disposal, and a lot of experience at survival. Unlike every acolyte in every major city however, one thing she'd never bothered with was warding her abode. Late one artic night, only a few months into it, her home was penetrated by some unknown creature. She felt it immediately, and swept quickly towards the library. A humanoid creature greeted her in shock, startled from the book it clutched to its chest. Upon her imperious, rather hostile command to get out, it leapt at her, and buried fangs into her throat. She stood there, unmoving. It stumbled back, shocked and sick. A word from her, and the book caught alight. She'd seen one or two vampyres in her arcane travels, none of them were spellcasters though. She attempted to burn the creature where it stood, but it rallied, and resisted. As she brought the weight of her mind to bear, it snarled, started to sweat blood, then eventually fled. Katarina let it go, unsure as to whether she could have killed it anyway.

It struck her a few days later that the creature acted as if he knew what he was looking for. Which meant he should probably be questioned. Katarina spent a few days over a scrying bowl, and determined her starting point to be an academy of warrior mages only slightly south of her current location. Though the vampyre wasn't there, there were a lot of other rather esoteric beings there, one or two of them even she would step around carefully, that would certainly know something...Besides, the old thrill of battle hadn't been felt in a while, and a pair of verricks, heavily enspelled, and a necromantic knife were strapped to strategic parts of her body.[/font][/color]

[Talon]

[color=teal]I doubt you're wrong, Flynn, but has "the old group" ever really led us atray.....

Don't answer that. And a VERY long-winded post, my friend. Excellent work conforming it to fit the back story, though. If that's what it was.

Anyway, we need a few more sign-ups, so please keep 'em coming!

And here's a picture of [b]Nyrlol Aerinha[/b] and [b]Deth Covisra[/b] titled Trials of Blood.[/color]

[inti]

[color=crimson]Ok, so I know I'm going a little off topic with this...but....is it just me? Or is there no picture in that link?
It's probably just my computer. Not to worry.
Back on track a little, I'm all for the PM-ing business. The one with all of the "agreeing on what to do next" stuff.
Anyway, I just want to see who else is up to the task.
One last question (if the questions are starting to annoy you, I know how you feel...in a way. So many damned questions.....)
Who is in "the old group"?
Meh. It doesn't matter. You don't [b]have[/b] to tell me. I just like to know what kinds of people I'll be working with.
I think that's just about the required message length....oops...did I type that out loud?[/color]

[Valen]

Lol, last I heard the message minimum was at least four [i]complete[/i] sentences. So to start things off, I would like to thank Legacy for explaining a bit of the story, but one little problem... We shall see who gets the prize, and who gets the sword, lol.

The "Old Group" consists of our happy little insane family-like group consisting of The Harlequin, Legacy, myself, Shinkoru, Barra Maral (hopefully), and a couple of others that don't like to post much anymore. Sure there's occasionally Raiha, James, Charles, and a few of the other Mods that join in, but that's mainly by request and if they really like it.

As for the PMing everyone to agree on what to do next, it's usually a rare thing (if they do do it they tend to leave me out of it...).

That's about it. Oh, and Flynn, indeed, that was a very interesting bio.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Yeah, I've been unaware of any previous PMing to work out what was going on...I am, however, aware of PMing when it comes to asking questions, you know? Just a hint...

Oh, and that was less than 3000 words. Short stuff, really.[/font][/color]

[Talon]

[color=teal]*sighs* I'm giving this RPG until Tuesday, Louisiana time (3 days), then I'm starting it with current cast. After it starts, I'll allow sign-ups to remain open for three of the RPG's pages or until we reach a reasonable cast limit. I'm hoping, however, that Dani, Corey, and Samantha join up. I've PMed a few people. Flynn, Ron, think you two could help me out, there? PM people to see if they'll join?[/color]

[Barra Maral]

Hey, john.... im sorry but as of right now i dont really think i will be joining this rpg. I have joined an rpg of Danni's and never gotten around to posting and fear I will just do the same thing here. Plus well im just not in any mood to be in an rpg right now. Sorry Man Ill call you soon and explain(if i havent already by the time you read this).

[Shinkoru]

If ya still want me to sign up I will. Dunno how late I am, Just rembered Ron pm'd me and asked me to join. just pm if u want me to sign up and i'll post sign up here if ya want me.