RPG Legacy: Soul of the Legion Sword <M-V,L>

[PWNED]

[SIZE=1][I]A Century Ago[/I]

The trio tracked their way through the ancient mineshaft, the largest of the three cutting an impressive path through the darkness. The largest of the group carried his symbol of his faith in front of him, wielding it like a ward against what was lurking in the shadows. The other two were temple guards of White Quell and carried swords at the ready as they searched for a rumoured Holy Artefact that lay deep within the mines.
The party stopped suddenly when they found a sword half buried in rocks with a magnificent jewelled hilt. The apparent leader approached the blade and grasped the hilt but didn't pull it out. The guards looked at each other in surprise and questioned the leaders decision but he didn't respond. One of the guards approached him and tried to get a reaction from the leader. The leaders arm shot out into the stomach of the guard and invoked a fireball spell, severing the top half of the guard from his bottom half before turning round and thrusting the sword through the remaining guards skull.

Unbeknownst to the man was a raspy voice emanating from the sword wheezing ?It is time for a new order to rise; the land shall be afflicted by Death and Plague, Wars and Beasts. The land shall experience the abyss coming to earth? A dark force oozed from the sword and enveloped the lone man and caused his form to change; Daemonic wings blasted through the mans robes and his skin began to rot away, exposing bone and muscle to the air. ?Let the Legion come forth? he screamed into the world before he knew no more.


This is what happened a hundred years ago in the last war to envelop the continent; the man (now calling himself Balor) led hell-spawned creatures in an apocalyptic war against the world and wielded the souls of those who fell before his hordes as his soldiers. The army was dispelled through the destruction of the legion sword and the shards of the foul blade were cast across the world. Balor himself disappeared without a trace and there was very little aggression between races in the lands?. at least until recently. Someone has recovered the shards of the Legion Sword and reanimated Balor who has returned to the world to continue his vendetta against the world of the living. A call was sent from Scallion, the most powerful nation that was fighting the Fallen, for any able bodied warriors for a life-or-death mission into the heart of Balor?s territory to destroy the Legion Sword
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OOC: And thats the opening part of it, Your first post will mostly focus on your character reaching Scallion after hearing about the call to arms.

[The Enemy]

A class of human students, about grade 6 or so. Were sitting intently as Erik pressed his chalk against the large slate at the front of the class. he made various curves straight lines and symbols of every size and shape. Finally ending with an enormous mathematical equation. It looked unsolvable and slightly similar to algebra.

There were a number of variables including "a,b,c,d,e,x,y, and z" The class looked at the equation in amazement. Erik was substituting for another teacher and believed he should take the class as far as possible while he could.

Before Erik began explaining the problem, a man fired through his door. "There's a call to arms! Balor has returned!" The man screamed. Erik simply frowned and asked "What is the call asking for?" in a calm smooth tone. Much like the voices of all Janwan.

"A last desperate plea from Scallion! Asking for any able bodied men for a life-or-death mission!" the man replied. The class was trying to salve the problem and waiting to see how Erik would respond. He began rubbing the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, as if trying to suppress a headache.

Erik finally answered the man with "Very well" then he turned to the students and said "Copy this problem and go home. Class is dismissed" as he started cleaning up papers from his desk. After the last student had left, only about 4 or 5 minutes later, the man said "I'm sorry for interrupting your lesson sir" Erik glared at him with his usual non-emotional, and neutral-in-every-way look.

Eventually saying "apology accepted, you can leave now." And the man left. Erik left the school building as well and went to his house. He but on a uniform wit a curtain training outfit look to it. Then he opened a small hidden door in his closet and retrieved a chest. He got a key from his bedside table drawer, and opened it.

Within the chest was a pair of three-sectioned staves. They were very finely crafted and had layers of steel and silver in each poll. The said "I never thought I'd use you two again.." to himself and continued to putting them into his belt. Then he went to his kitchen and took out any non-perishable foods he had, and put them into a backpack-esque container.

Then he walked out and began walking in the general direction of Scallion. Talking and arguing with himself as to which roads were the fastest. and How much he had in accordance to perhaps buying a horse in the next town.

[sakazaki]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][I]Hey, get up... Scallion needs you...[/I]

Rico covers her eyes from the blinding morning sunlight. She rubs her eyes several times before opening them, As her eyes begins to adjust to the brightness, she remembers something called Scalllion. Putting that aside, she makes sure that she has her daggers with her. Then, she got up and started to travel wherever the wind brings her.

After fifteen minutes of traveling, the word ?Scallion? came to her mind once more. The same thing happens over and over again until she decides to take things seriously. She ran into a very old man with a stick. He looked very wise so Rico tried asking him about Scallion.

[B]?Scallion? Why ask about that place, young one??

?It?s been disrupting my concentration?I can?t think properly.?[/B]

The old man sat on the bare ground with his arms crossed. [B]?Well, if you?ve heard of the name Scallion, which no ordinary human could; you should go there.?

?But, where is that place? I?ve been traveling all my time and I?ve never heard of that place until today.?

?You?ve been traveling every time ya? say? Then I don?t think you?ll have any problem locating it,?[/B] he said with a smile. [B]?All I know is that you must go there as the legend speaks.?

?Legend? What legend??

?You?ve been called to arms. I suggest that you prepare yourself.?[/B] He got up and we exchanged good-byes. Rico thanked this old man and she continued her journey, this time, to Scallion.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Zeke47]

Tyreal had felt a great evil coming through the rift between his world and the human world that he roamed around in when he was younger. An elder walked through the portal and proclaimed that the legion had returned and that there was a call to all able bodied people to come and help the fight against them. Tyreal remembered the legion when they where beaten the first time he was younger then and remembered the tales of power that the warriors from the village had gone up against last time they appeared. Tyreal is only 23 by the Draenei years but in human time he has lived a few human lifetimes. The rift between worlds had been open for centuries before now but only recently had they found the way to come back once you had gone to the human world. Tyreal decided to lend his help now considering that last time the legion attacked the human world they're warriors had almost come too late because they underestimated the legions ability. Tyreal went to his house and got out his armour, shealthed his blade at his side, put a shield and great war hammer on his back and left toward the human world after a few goodbyes to his friends and family. He knew where Scallion was for he remembered when the place first started as a small town breaking apart from the old empire, tho that was at the begining of his life so he decided to look at his crystal map of the human world and located the city after sending a small amount of magic into it.