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Re: Gaea Prime
By: NoOneth Date: June 5, 2017, 2:11 am
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Sweet Melody began sweeping into an old graveyard of Vilux, a
song sung by an alluring woman. Her voice felt of tantalizing
vibration of harmony that could rival merfolk. Zoraida could be
found walking into the graveyard singing an ancient babylonion
curse causing the ground and town to rot rapidly. The negative
energy felt from this woman could bring angels and demons to
tears. Her power felt feeble, but full of sorrow's might.
Zoraida wouldn't stop singing when the town decades to
nothingness. She began to fade her voice as the feeling of dread
tainted the air of the area. Standing there in the abyss of true
silence would a crooked smile broke her beautiful pale face. She
would chuckle in a childish way as she began to speak to herself
in a language unknown to mortal beings, " May this town mark my
territory and serve the Master."
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: DonaldWethington Date: June 5, 2017, 2:38 am
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On the ghost ship Gravetooth, Captain Liligeer soared with his
wraith band of pirates a crossed the limitless sea of Gaea
Prime. He had been known in all of the world for his wit and
strength. Liligeer was once known to even have fought demigods
to death with his barehands. He had been feared by enemies and
loved by all his crew. He was an Apex predator and a noble man
who would never yielded.
The massive creature was well over 800lbs and stood 9' tall. His
mouth and teeth was covered with crystalline dust at all times
and his breath smelled of rum and bedrock. His eyes were sharp
and filled with cunning investigation. He hated liers more than
his enemies and all who met him knew to be ever truthful.
"What a boring day at sea, Let's find a port nearby and grab
some.....precious gems." The wraith ship begun sailing north as
the captain put a diamond into his mouth.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Entropy Date: June 5, 2017, 2:55 am
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Alyx could hear the whispers of decay on the wind; the
world around him crying out as nature was perverted and the
rightful reign of life was stolen by dark and twisted lyrical
power. He silently pulled the cloak about his form tighter; took
a firm grip on his sheathed and unseen sword hilt, and made slow
progress through the forestscape towards the menacing entropy
that seemed to be twisting its ashen fingers around the land.
His emblazened blue eyes danced amidst the swirling mist that
clung to him as he moved; each step a silent and effortless
passage through shadow and brush alike, and with not but a
simple point of interest in his and the dragon's mind, he
carefully made way towards the epicenter of the newly birthed
destruction.
As the wanderer; clad in mist, hidden from thought and
focus by his lore and magic, made his way ever closer to the
wellspring of decay and death essence, he made certain to avoid
any contact with that which was corrupt. He walked atop the mist
that interlaced each thread of fabric around him, and let only
his own thoughts take hold in his mind. Though these thoughts
were dually laced with bitterness and despair: The dragonkin
voice warning him to stay away as well as to get closer
simultaneously, he paid little mind at that time to the dragon's
whispers and arguments, as he sought but to find the source of
the lyrical disaster and then be gone. Another momentary
encounter he would remember, and yet go unnoticed and unsensed.
He simply wished to know what was ahead of him
So too did the dragon, as it crooned and whined that what
lay ahead could be taken, stolen, hoarded, kept safe and
protected. These thoughts smashed against him in waves as the
force of the dragon's own will tried to supercede his own and
make him step from beyond his net of safety. He would fight and
speak with the dragon as he went; an argument simple and potent,
declaring himself the master of both the body and mind they
shared, and yet when their bickering was silently finished, both
would once more rest comfortably together and pursue but a
glimpse of what caused the now unrelenting waves of darkness.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Demonreach Date: June 9, 2017, 8:15 pm
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A soft whisper, though closer to a tear drifted along the gentle
air; caressing the trees and their arms as well the outstretched
fingers that absorbed the sunlight. The grass reacted in gentle
laughter as the whisper tickled the cells within.
But the gentle whisper was but a portent of who, or what, was to
come.
Reality twisted slightly; a small warping of the fabrics that
held this domain together. There was a sudden chill, a sharp
bite, to the air; a crispness that threatened to burn the lungs
from how deep this chill went. A coldness that seeped into the
bones and refused to let go.
Demonreach had long since grown into a further sense of
maturity. He had a few friends he would like to thank for that,
and didn't want to credit himself too much lest they grow cross
with him. Oh, sure, he was still the same in appearance; a giant
of a creature with lean, taut muscles and silver-ebony hair that
tickled the middle of his back. The same eyes of sapphire-azure
still held that childish glee to them; the red, Celtic tattoo of
never-ending knots decorated his body.
However, there was sense of timelessness to him; something that
just seemed different. Even he could feel that growth in his
bones, but it was something he was wary to describe or give name
to. Frost glittered across his naked chest; a thin sheet
cloaking the colorless pants that made nary a sound as he strode
through this new domain; a catlike grin giving way upon his
lips. If gods were personified, truly, Demonreach represented
them in their beatific glory.
A dark mist gathered at his bare feet, dispersing with each step
he took.
He let out a thunderous laugh, "I am here, friends.'
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: NoOneth Date: June 13, 2017, 10:50 am
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The witch's song echoed amongst the new chaoic field of sorrow
with grand radiance. Even though she herself stopped singing the
dead would carry the chorus like a ghost like whisper. With a
small smirk she felt life in the area of decay, however she
could not sense where it was hiding.
Zoraida waved her hand to make a throne of bones in which to sit
in as a skull filled with deoxinated blood rose shortly after.
With a few enchantment runes, and small glyphs appearing around
the throne one could feel her magic being pulled from the wraith
realm.
Her beauty began enhancing to where she seemed barely 18 years
of age. Her body became flawless to her curvy figure as well as
her skin looking like French silk. She had achieved her goal of
the day.
The witch conjured up a juicy red Apple to bite into before she
spoke in a voice like a siren, ''I feel as I have company.... Or
an admirer.... Assassin maybe?"
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Don Date: February 7, 2019, 11:20 pm
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Sol had begun training under the mountains with Kiomishi to
master his sword arts. Studying the laws of bushido as well as
an ancient ever changing art known as natures flow. Natures flow
is a technique giving the user many unique abilities while
battling. Sol had to train under his homeland because of it's
chaotic weather changes since their home was on top of a void to
the elemental chaosrealm. While training for weeks became months
and years, Sol only saw one other human being causing him to
lose his joyful nature, but rather humble natured man. Sol had
learned how to cause major wounds to his enemy without causing
even the slightest pain or physical damage. This is done with
the power of air magic being fused with the green flame of
healing. Sol's training has made him a master healer of the
highest degree, as well as the first person to achieve such a
technique.
Sol was a man of 18, ready to journey this world and reap his
rewards. His first quest was to the Gaean Great sea of sand. Sol
would be taken off on his adventure today after he visits his
home where Kiomishi has left him a special gift. As Sol entered
his home, he immediately noticed a sage colored orb on his
kitchen table. Upon further inspection he knew this was a jade
dragon's egg, but there havent been any jade dragons for
thousands of years. With many questions left on his mind, Sol
would back the egg safely into a sling covered in the green
flames. Sol would grip Aisling heavily letting out a great sigh.
He did not want to leave yet, but he knew he must become
stronger to over come his fears. The young man knew he had to
find some way to regain his family's honor and slay the demon
that killed them.
The now Ronin Sol had left out of the village for a couple of
days now. He notices a very small tree with a carving etched
deeply into it that read. "Creatures Welcome" With a raised brow
he would enter a massive plains covered in a thin mist, hearing
whispers and echos of many "people". Sol knew of these plains,
but couldnt recall the name of them. Sol begun seeing wraiths,
or ghosts even of creatures of old, forgotten times. All leaving
a simple yet kind message, " dont touch the fucking tree, you
may pick a rock." Sol laughed a bit and after opening his eyes
noticed he was no longer in the plains anymore, but at the start
of the sea of sands. He looked back to see if the plains were
behind him, but his gaze was only met with a thick forest in
which he had no memory of. As he gazed back over the desert, Sol
knew it was time to cross a harsh world that he had never known.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Don Date: February 13, 2019, 4:03 pm
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The young ronin took a single step into the sea of sand and
instantly his form changed due to his nature flow ability. His
clothes changed to a basic desert garb for traversing the
limitless seeming sand. Under his garment a green flame shrouded
the boy faintly keeping him from overheating as well as thirst
or hunger. Sol would travel along the basic travelers path for
some days talking only to himself throughout the days and night.
The days turned to weeks without the sight of another human or
even a living creature in general other then scorpions and
lizards. Sol grew more and more sorrowful the longer he walked,
he needed some form of compainionship. He had his dragon egg,
but that was a dud in his mind for he knew it wouldn't hatch
anytime soon. As the heat of the desert grew, some mirages would
begin appearing to sol. Some were of a beautiful oasis, others
were of caves to rest in, but never the less they were only
mirages each time. Until Sol noticed something far off the main
travel route.
In the distance, about a mile off of the main route was a man
near a small tree and what looked like just a small puddle of
water. Sol conjured up the winds behind and blasted off torwards
the man, making it to him within a minute. The young man gazed
upon a very old tan man who had a very brutal looking cleaver on
his back. The old man only stared at the young boy with no
emotion or expression, he wouldnt even open his mouth to
breathe. Sol becoming uncomfortable just staring at the man and
water, so he would open his sand mask to reviel his own face, "
Hiya, I'm Sol, may I have some water please."
The old man still had no expressions or even a movement in his
entire body.
"Hello? Can you here me old man?"
Again not even a movement or gesture to let Sol know he was
heard. So, the young boy walked over to the water and kneeled
down to have a drink. The water tasted fresher than any he had
ever had before. The water was so good infact that it even
tasted sweet to Sol. When Sol finally lifted his face from the
puddle he noticed that the old man had moved his head and was
staring directly at Sol's eyes. Within that moment, Sol knew he
had to follow this man to something. It was almost a dreamlike
trance, but Sol had a feeling in his gut saying this man was the
one he needed to traverse this land of sand. Sol looked deep
into the withered eyes of the old man and felt peace eminating
out of him. Sol heard the man's name without ever speaking to
the man. Tomesha was the elders name and it meant harsh wind,
but something about the man radiated good. Sol sat and watched
the man intently to see where the had to go in order to
understand the old man.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Demonreach Date: March 7, 2019, 7:21 pm
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It had been many days since Tristan had been separated from the
caravan.
He sighed, peering up at the sky to locate the sun. He murmured
softly to himself as he stretched out his arm and held his hand
against the sun, judging the time; just an hour or two after
noon; the sun just past its zenith.
The young Rahl had been traveling many weeks, the last few had
been with the aforementioned caravan; his training at the D'Hara
Palace had aided him in assimilating with the traveling troupe.
They had even offered him a place amongst their ranks, which
touched him in a way he hadn't felt in a long while. It had been
a wonderful time, drinking and laughter was always welcome to
him.
The Wizard's hood slid down and obscured his vision. A hand
pulled it off of his head, freeing his eyes from its
obstruction. The wind was harsh against his face, sand getting
tangled in the brown hair that had grown past his ears during
his travels. Tristan kept his face shaven, though for his
purposes at
present he allowed his beard to grow; his dark blue eyes scanned
the area, locating landmarks and adjusting his position with the
sun. The black shroud, which seemed contradictory to the
environs he was in, kept him cool-- no perspiration lined his
forehead or fell down the back of his neck. Aside from the
shroud, Tristan Rahl was adorned in traveling gear of decent
quality.
The man was unarmed, his horse back with the caravan that
Tristan had gotten separated from, which was just his luck. He
knew he was on the right track though and thus, was not in too
much of a hurry. He was a Wizard.
There was a strange cloud in the sky, which off quite a
distance. That was his horse; Tristan's horse had a tracking
spell for just these reasons, as the Rahl would oft stray days
away from his horse. It was a spell that activated after a
certain distance had been met, which was also convenient. It was
still odd, being able to use his magic so freely; to embrace his
lineage finally after so many years of being hunted. While it
had been years since his Uncle had been slain and all bastard
Rahl children were allowed back into their homeland and offered
sanctuary, a lifetime of running and hiding were hard to give
up.
His blue eyes scanned the horizon and saw a figure off a ways.
Tristan sighed and yelled after the figure, hoping for a
friendly face.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Don Date: March 7, 2019, 10:59 pm
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Sol was to far away from the sound he had heard from the
distance, so he would stand still in the harsh heat watching
Tomesha disappear into nothing. Frantically, the boy begun
looking left and right to find his new companion only to find a
stranger off in the distance. Under his shrouds the green flame
emitted brighly to show he wasn't an average man, just in case
if it were bandits. Sol was ever catious now that he was on his
own. He gripped aisling lightly and let out a soft breathe which
caused a sudden breeze in the area that felt colder then an ice
cap breeze. Sol smiled under his shroud for the water
replinished him greatly almost feeling completely relaxed.
"HEY WHO ARE YOU?" Sol would yell at the top of his lungs. His
hand still on his blade and his tone friendly yet stern. His
eyes locked on the coming stranger. Sol noticed the guy's garbs
were not built for a harsh desert so maybe he was stranded. Sol
would wait very still, however one would notice the winds were
not ceasing in the lightest. The breeze was unnaturally calm and
cooling which would confuse any in a desert. " I HOPE YOUR NOT A
BANDIT BECAUSE YOU WONT LIKE THE OUTCOME" Sol looked to the
ground embaressed for he sounded stupid outloud he thought.
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Re: Gaea Prime
By: Demonreach Date: March 8, 2019, 3:14 pm
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His ears picked up the faint yelling of his destination and let
out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.
Tristan picked the words out eventually, though he noticed the
young man was armed; the change in the wind was noted, black
lightning arcing between the fingers of his right hand, but it
was briefly as he noticed the man, no, the boy look down. The
Wizard allowed himself a smile.
Using his Additive Magic, Tristan used small razor winds to
shave his face smooth.
A bandit? He chuckled wryly, shaking his head, and closed the
distance so that they would not have to yell at each other,
especially in such a desolate environment; Tristan pulled a
waterskin out and offered it was an olive branch to the younger
man. 'Were I bandit, would I be unarmed? Let alone hail you in
such a manner? As a token of newfound trust in strangers, please
allow me to quench your thirst.'
Tristan took a sip from the offered waterskin to show that
nothing was wrong with it and offered it again.
His own paranoia was infecting his thoughts and it was hard to
keep the smile fixed on his face; though his eyes were hard as
they gazed at the man before their owner, the young Rahl. He
didn't allow the thoughts to affect his demeanor as he stood
there.
Tristan's quest had taken him to strange lands, times when he
had been alone for months and times he had company for just a
few days, and figured it would be no different than now. But he
had his horse, which he needed to get back. He hoped that the
troupe would allow him to have his horse and his things back,
but he knew it was unlikely. Tristan's horse would defend itself
somewhat, but at the end of the day, it still was a creature, no
matter what kind of intelligence it had been gifted with.
The horse was replaceable but some of his possessions were not.
His teeth ground against each other at the thought, his pupils
narrowing. 'I have been separated from my caravan. I have been
wandering this region for days now and, if it were not for my
fathers overly cautious nature, I would have been dead the day I
was separated. I have been lucky enough to avoid the wild
animals of this region, but that luck is coming to an end as I
can feel their eyes hunting me at night. This is, as well, my
last waterskin.
'You are the first person I have seen and, from the distance and
it seemed I was right, you looked capable as well as armed. I
fear I would not make it without some help.'
Mostly false truths, but Tristan knew that he would hardly come
across as helpless. A decently well-off merchant's son with a
knack for expeditions, to further his fathers goals in trading
all over the world. A decent enough story, Tristan figured, but
would allow the boy to make his own assessments.
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