Sign Up The Confessor M(LVS)

[Akieen Cloud]

General Luke, Dictator of the eastern kingdom of High Rule, stared in consternation at the reports in his hand. The campaign to conquer the neighboring kingdoms in the Midlands to the west had been going smoothly for several years now and he had almost accomplished his objective, total domination. After the initial token resistance, each kingdom had been thoroughly crushed. His army was unbeatable by anything the individual kingdoms could offer. Luke had made sure of that.
Though Wild magic occurred widely throughout the Midlands, High magic was prevalent in the east. So, in order to remove the threat Wild magic might have to his army, Luke had sent special squads of soldiers to hunt down and kill those that had anything to do with that ancient power. He had done so secretly about three years before he began his invasion. Because of the destruction caused by Luke's sorcerers to other magical beings, the Midland kingdoms were almost helpless to defend themselves. Each individual kingdom did have it's own army, but without the support of the beings of power, not one of the kingdoms could stand up to Luke's army. And their own petty jealousies kept them from uniting and fighting Luke as one unit. Thus they were doomed when Luke turned his sights to them.
But now, even though he was one step away from total domination of the Midlands, he still felt trepidation. He had to conquer each individual country as quickly as possible. The reports coming in from the south were rife with warning. His predecessor who had begun the campaign had died unexpectedly of heart failure, and the investigators were unable to determine if it had been natural or assassination of a magical nature. Luke had doubled his security and magical wards.
Up until now, things were going as smoothly as possible. Then two reports appeared on his desk, each one of them heralding a change, though not even Luke could predict the far-reaching affects they would have on the upcoming events.
The first one was the most concerning to the General. A battalion of foot soldiers patrolling the southwestern border between Konros and Golgatha near Chaska, led by General Padua, an old friend of Luke, had been attacked an wiped out to a man. Subsequent investigations couldn't find a damned conclusive thing. It may have been magic, or it may have been an exceptionally well thought out attack.
The second report was less concerning, but still demanded attention. A sighting of a powerful creature in the kingdom of Chaska needed to be dealt with. He had thought they had successfully wiped them out. But apparently they had missed one. Well, he could solve this problem easily.
He called to his aide. "Please tell the Captain to report to me as soon as possible."
The aide saluted as left, reappearing some fifteen minutes later with the slender dark-haired captain in tow.
The young man known as Captain, was an exceptional soldier. He never failed his missions. He never failed period. He ate, breathed and slept his duty. He was one of the few people Treize held with genuine respect, and a little fear, though he would never show it.
"Have you heard about General Padua's battalion?"
Luke starting without preamble, was not surprised by the affirmative nod. Gossip spread faster than dust in a summer windstorm in any army.
"What do you make of it?"
The half-human half-demon Capitn?s eyes narrowed in thought. He knew he was being tested, albeit gently.
"It appears Golgatha might be making a move."
Luke nodded in agreement. He knew they weren't ready, but if this were the case they would have no choice but to fight. But Luke hadn't called the captin in to discuss General Padua's demise. The captain had another specialty.
"Have you seen the reports from Chaska?"
He shook his head. Luke handed him the report and waited while the captin skimmed the pages.
"It appears a creature has been spotted in several villages in the area of the Korona Plains. There is no confirmation but we can't take any chances that it may have anything to do with Padua. I need you to investigate this. Be careful, but if you can, bring it back alive for questioning."
Luke hadn't even planned that last part, usual standard of operation was to kill it by any means necessary. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he liked the idea. It was most amusing was watching the captin trying to keep his jaw clamped shut so it wouldn't scrape the floor. Luke knew that he had gotten all the reaction he could out of the captin for one session, but it was worth it. Sometimes he said things just to see how far he could push the captin?s self control.
"Good luck Captain. Dismissed."
Luke watched the young man execute a perfect salute and turn and stride from the room. After the door closed, he murmured,
"You're going to need it."
United Kingdom of Chaska, Midlands
Three weeks after the Dictator-General had dismissed him, the captin was getting frustrated. They had scoured every inch of the countryside of where the massacre had taken place, and turned over every rock in every nearby village, but there was no sign of the creature. Being on horseback for days on end was bad enough, but now it felt like they were riding in circles with no rhyme or reason. Even his gaurd, who had a knack for sensing magic, was unable to find more than the slightest trace. The weather itself was making life as miserable as possible too. It had been very hot and humid, but it refused to rain. Sweat clung to the soldiers' uniforms and dampened their hair. It was enough to make all of them irritable, and the short remarks came more and more frequently.
Though he knew that the others had faith in his abilities as a soldier, the captin could sense their growing doubts. He couldn't blame them. He had his own doubts too. But failure was unacceptable, so he insisted they keep on looking. He resolutely spurred his white stallion into a ground-eating jog. The great beast pinned its ears against its neck in irritation, lather dripped down its neck, which was dark with sweat. It too hated this aimless wandering, preferring instead to charge into battle or race its brethren.
The youngest in the group of four,the only one in the group who had any abilities when it came to magic, was handling communications through the use of a telepathy spell. He was able to relay messages from each member of the squad with a mere thought. He was trying not to let the uncertain thoughts of the other two filter through to the captin but sometimes he couldn't stop it. The mental arguments were giving him a headache, but he kept the pain firmly tucked away, intent on doing his job. His palomino mare sensed her rider's discomfort and made her pace as smooth as possible. She wasn't as big as the stallion of the captin, but she was just as loyal to her rider and would fight to the death for him.
The oldest in the group, a former army scout turned ranger, knew that his younger brother was in pain. He could tell just by looking at his face and eyes that were often clouded. But his brother made no comment on it so he kept silent as well, respecting the other's privacy and attention to duty. He never said much anyhow, preferring the solitude of the forests and plains to the uproar of the towns and cities. He was one of the best trackers in the business. It was said he could follow a wraith back to its lair and know what it had for breakfast four days earlier. An exaggeration of course, but not by much. His own mount, a copper chestnut stallion was a muscular beast, made more for power than speed. He wasn't quick, but he could go all day. He was probably the most even-tempered of the steeds. He had stood without flinching as a huge grizzly had come barreling down on them. He had, of course, killed the bear with an expert bowshot through the left eye mere meters from where they had stood
The swordsman was by far the deadliest of the group. He was a blademaster, no less. Put a sword in his hand and he was literally unbeatable. He was also arrogant, blunt to the point of being rude and had a vicious temper. He had been assigned to the captin?s squad because no one else could put up with him. His skills made him invaluable, but his temperament made him a liability. His dapple-gray mare had a temper to match her rider's. But when it came to close quarter fighting, there was no horse better trained to kick or strike with deadly accuracy. Him and the captin had worked together before and to everyone's surprise, they got along quite well. (Much to the disappointment of those who were making bets on who would kill whom first) he respected the captin and followed his orders. The captin treated him with courtesy and listened to his ideas. In the end, everyone was satisfied.
"This is unsatisfactory,"
The blademaster stated with his usual bluntness, wiping away the sweat that dripped in his onyx eyes.
"Captin, are you sure that this creature exists?" he asked for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, it is a logical explanation for what happened. We will just keep looking,"


Okay, so there are 4 in the group looking for the Confessor which is me, at the point you are in the forest, you?ll run into the Confessor soon.

Signups:
Name:
Age:
Position: (Captin, Tracker, Magic user, or Blademaster. Remember the Captin is a Demi-human(half-human, half-demon)

[Knuckles]

Name: Chang Wufei
Age: 19
Position: Blademaster

[bogger3k]

Name: Calame Micknaul
Age: 18
Position: Magic User

[Guest TheGreatMosh]

Name: Wolf
Age:21
Position: Tracker
Personality:cautious, doesnt like to be bothered

[Akieen Cloud]

Here's mine.

Name: Mina Pon
Age: 18
Position: Confessor.

I'm adding more, to tell you what a confesor does...

A confessor's power is descirbed as love. If A confessor touches a person that person become devoted to the confessor and the confessor can ask the person to do ANYTHING and the person will be more than happy. Cut off their hand smileing, die and keel over, betray everyone they know.
There are no more female confessors at all if there is it is a mirical because to use the power take energy, a female needs no recovery time, which is what makes them so dangerous.

[Makurayami]

Name: Hydik Kenun (though ussually just called Captain)
Age: 23
Position: Captain

[Knuckles]

[SIZE=3]Results: [/SIZE]

[SIZE=3]Confessor= Lyuann[/SIZE]

[SIZE=3]Blademaster= Cain Exodus[/SIZE]

[SIZE=3]Magic user= Bogger3k[/SIZE]

[SIZE=3]Tracker= The Great Mosh[/SIZE]

[SIZE=3]Captain= XYZ[/SIZE]

[Akieen Cloud]

7/03/05
As you can see everyone is set up, I asked Cain to do that for me, I'll be starting this one tonight, around 12:30 or so. thanks for all who signed up.

7/05/05
I'm having my internet switched and I'm at my aunts so please forgive the delay. I'll have it up ASAP. sorry.

Today: [July 6, 2005]
I'm back and everything is good, I have to get a hold of Mosh and we'll start. Thanks.

[I][COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Lyuann, double posting is not allowed, and triple posting is even worse. I have merged your three posts, in the future just use the edit>delete message option, and update that way. -Ozy[/SIZE][/COLOR][/I]