RPG Remnant

[Beorhun]

[I]The cradles...where the last of humanity dwelled. The last strongholds of life in the dead, inhospitiable wasteland. They shot up from the dead, scarred earth around them, beautiful, yet with a shroud of decit and treachery covering their peaceful borders. Beyond their safety, the ghost of a world long past still lingered on the lifeless, endless desert...The remnants of a civilization swept into the winds. [/I]

[COLOR=Green]Arctherius sat in his chamber, bathed in a warm, green light. Vanguard was resting on the floor next to his marble throne. He gazed at a window, a magic portal that showed him the world near and far, for he was unable to leave the hallowed, hollow chambers, and no one was to be allowed in. He looked at the Mage's sanctuary, far away from the cradle. The outcasts were massing, arming themselves, and preparing for a march across the wastes.

[So the outcasts wish to challenge me once again? Haven't they learned by now that I saved their ancestors, and they should be bowing to me?]

He shook his head, hearing the bones in his neck make a crackling sound. He was old, older than almost anything in the entire world. Yet he remained, and he was content to remain for much, much longer. Besides, it wouldn't be much fun if he weren't alive to challenge the outcasts, now would it? He heard a booming on his door, one of his vassals wished to speak with him. He closed his ancient eyes, and spoke in a deep, powerful voice.

"What is it you want?" He said, his voice reverbarating off the walls, sundering the air around him.
"I bring news, my Lord Kyros." He heard his attendant say through the door.
"...Speak."
"I am aware that a number of outcast mages and the Talon faction have been massing for an attack." There was a still moment.
"I am aware of this." Arctherius replied, closing the mage window.
"Would the lord wish that something be done to stop them?" His attendant was uneasy, as he always was when speaking to Arctherius.
"...No, do nothing, wait until their motives have been revealed."
"Yes, milord." Then there was silence. The attendant must have left. Arctherius stood, lifting Vanguard up, and he began to pace around his chamber, formulating a plan to stop the outcasts dead in their tracks...[/COLOR]

[Albel the Wicked]

OOC: Well, since it's OBVIOUS, that no one will post, I will be the one to make the first post. I don't really remember too much, so, this might be a little confusing.

IC: Fayth was gearing up with the rest of the mages faction. He too, was curious of the secrets of the past, that the temple was hiding from him. Everyday, Fayth would train with his magic, so he would be strong enough to actually stand a chance against them. He wanted to be the one, that would strike down Architarius or whatever his name was. He wanted to strike him down, so he would be known as one of the greatest mages of all time. He was already greatly known for his powers and techniques, especially his Staff Spin technique. It was still deadly and still in top shape, but it couldn't hurt to practice some more with it. He went to go and find the dummy that he would usually practice with when training. He started up his staff's speed spin, using his wind powers. It was finally ready, so he launched the staff and let it hit the dummy. This attack had hit the dummy ten times, for every three seconds. After about ten seconds, the dummy had broken off its stand for support. Fayth called back the staff to him.
"Still sharpening your skills as always, eh Fayth?"
"Oh, hello Celia. What are you doing?"
"I should be asking you that question. Why do you train everyday? You don't even take a LITTLE bit of time, just to relax. Please tell me why?"
"I want to be strong, so I can help win this fight."
"That doesn't mean that you have to push yourself so hard. Your already as strong as your dad, since you created your own techniques."
"Still, I want to strike down Architarius. I want to be known as one of the greatest mages of all time. I don't want to die. I wish to continue to live, even after I pass away."
"Well, you'll always be remebered by your family. Isn't that good enough?"
"No, I want to world to know, that I am strong."
"Well, I may not get why, but ok. So, besides training, what have you been up to?"
"Not really much, what about you?"
"Pretty much the same."
Fayth had carried this conversation with Celia, for a while, so that he could actually relax.

OOC: There, I posted.

[0ber0n the Neko]

OOC: Sorry for the delay. School. Bleh.

IC:

Zirmas looked on into a temple. He had been searching for this one...

One of the many temples dedicated to Arturos, the knight god.

He climbed up the steps. The doorway was a gaping hole. Inside was filled with treasures of every kind. Most of them were in the form of enchanted weapons. He put his hand in front of his face, "Air arcana." he said, softly.

The weapons were all destroyed, picked up by a whirlwind. The cave mouth began to sink, and Zirmas walked slowly out.

He walked onward, as the cave crashed. All the holy tributes to Arturos were scattered all over the planet. He had found all but five of them. He held the new addition in his hand.

He crushed it. "Temple... cleansed." he said somewhat cheerily, surprised by the simplicity of the task.

He heard a thunder crash.

He felt a cold feeling, and turned to find nothing there. He jumped in time to miss being hit by a gigantic swinging sword.

"[font=arialblack]FOOL. YOU DARE DEFY ME AGAIN? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOUR IMPUDENCE IS FUTILE, MORTAL.[/font]" the God Arturos cackled.

(I have to go... let me edit this a bit later, please...)