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Post by Vicorva on Jun 3, 2008 12:39:34 GMT
Characters: Must be approved by creators Content Rating: Adult, but don’t go overboard Genre: Guild/Freeform
Beacon of Hope- A new dawn...
Yesterday was an eventful day. One undecided was converted to darkness, and for the first time in history Shades began to unite under a common banner. The Lights are beginning to try and share stronger bonds too, though currently their efforts are as nothing to the power the Darkness has been offering. Everyone learned of their powers, and that they were not alone.
As day turned to Night, everyone went to their respective beds and found sleep. A dream came to the Chosen:
You are standing on a precipice, wavering over a bottomless gorge flickering with fire. In the sky there is a golden light: winged beings reach down their hands to you. They are beautiful: you feel loved as you never have before, and despite yourself you love them too.
You look down into the gorge. Do you take the Angel's hand, or do you fall to your doom?
Shades: Against your will, you jump into the pit, and wake screaming.
Lights: You take the hand of the angel, and wake to a golden light, just fading out of sight.
Undecided: Fire licks out of the gorge, and turns you to ash.
Previously
-Dorien and Wilfric met for the first time, both of them tempting an Undecided, Qualice. Qualice chose to go with Wilfric. -Lex and Lee also met, Lee was excited to meet another Chosen, but Lex felt snubbed, and switched to a Shade. -Klayce, Iwan and Victoria all met and had drinks after Klayce's spectacular performance. -Ruran was tamed somewhat by Wilfric, and Wilfric revealed his terrible power to Qualice- as well as the Shade hideout. -Lex met and tempted Phorease- the first person who Lex has really connected with, and the first Chosen Phorease has been allowed to have contact with. -Wilfric and Lex met and had a spat: Qualice became agitated, and escaped, using his powers for the first time. -Dorien offered to be Daynessa's teacher. Lee was sent to Beacon Manor. -Dorien explained about Light and Darkness to Lee, and offered him a home in Beacon Manor, as Librarian- if he wished, and Dorien's assistant- to help him teach Daynessa, and perhaps to teach Lee as well. Lee was too shocked to give an answer. -Lex, Wilfric, and Ruran found sleep in the Shade hideout. -Klace, Victoria and Iwan have also found sleep. -Dorien, Lee and Daynessa are asleep in Beacon Manor.
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Right, in this episode of Beacon of Hope, you will still be able to RP the voice of darkness. However, I will be using the darkness and the light to contact your characters directly with missions and tasks. Lights and Shades will be in direct conflict, some in battles to the death, some in competetive tasks.
All Shades: You have gained another increase in power.
All Lights: You have gained another increase in power.
All Undecideds: If you were undecided in the previous thread, and still are, then you will be a victim of Insanity. Until I say so, or you choose a side, your character will not be able to think straight, nor will they hear either Darkness or Light.
Right, welcome to Beacon of Hope 2. PM me, or any other players concerning things you may want to sort out that happened in the previous thread.
Looking for Characters: A healer and a telepath (or perhaps one character who is both). If one isn't made by next thread, I will create NPCs with those powers.
Currently, Shades have the upper hand.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 3, 2008 13:38:31 GMT
OOC: Before I post with Yakel, does he suffer from the Insanity effect even though I did not post last thread?
BIC:
Casca strode briskly through the cool morning air of the Market District. A beggar or two who had risen early glanced up at him from their mats as he passed their sleeping place, and he intentionally made eye contact with them as he passed. To his amusement, they always turned their eyes aside first.
As he stepped up the three stairs leading to the Merchant's Inn, he removed his cloak, draping it over his arm formally. Pushing open the door, he assumed a friendly smile and made his way into the Inn, taking a seat at a table close to the door. The proprietor greeted him with a smile in return. "Casca, good to see you again! How've you been?" "I've been quite well, thank you," Casca replied cheerfully, nodding to the Breton. "Good, good. What will you 'ave this morning?" "Ham and an apple, if you would." "Right, sir!" The Breton went to work immediately preparing the order.
The Merchant's Inn was still mostly empty at this hour, save for one or two travelers and merchants who would have to leave early. Casca ate slowly, watching the usual patrons file in as the time passed. Mindless drones...day in and day out, the same thing. Over. And over. But, if there were no sheep, the wolves would starve. Or eat other wolves, he thought, biting into his apple.
Now, for today... He contemplated his options as he cut into his ham. Before he could get two thoughts out, he was interrupted by a very familiar voice, soothing and assuring, and as thick as the Niben Bay.
Not tonight. You will be busy. Busy? What would you have me do, master? I want you to go to the Waterfront District. You will understand once you are there.
Without a second thought, Casca stood up from his breakfast, silently setting twelve drakes on the counter before he left, ignoring the proprietor's "Goodbye!"
Casca slipped through the streets as swiftly as he had only half an hour earlier. He stopped for no one, and responded to no one with any more than a quick smile and a nod. As he neared the Waterfront District, his heart leaped. The electricity in the air, the power flowing through the Waterfront. He smiled as he entered the Waterfront District, the sensation as plain as the sun.
Chosen.
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Post by FC4 on Jun 3, 2008 15:07:35 GMT
OOC: I have edited Lee's powers some, to help explain the mechanics behind it as he grows stronger. But it remains the same. If you have a problem with the change inform me. Love how he was too shocked to react, though IC: Nothing but yellow, yellow gold light. All around him, surrounding him as he took the hand of the winged woman, lifting him in the air. She seemed to call to him, beckon him to come, and he found his eyes forcing themselves open. The golden light continued to surround him even though he had opened his eyes, but as he moved in startled shock the light faded away. His breathing was labored as he forced himself to calm down, and look around the room. Where was he? It couldn't be his room. There was no artwork around him, minus the painting of the White Gold tower across from his bed made by some other artist. The room was rather sparsely furnished, but fulfilled the basic necessities. Reaching for his glasses on the nightstand he put them on, the world instantly becoming clearer. What had happened? Where was he? He slipped off the bed, finding himself to still be in yesterday's clothes. He had gone to Beacon Manner to give a message to Master Dorien. Beacon Manor, Dorien... Librarian, assistant, teaching. Dorien. Hoooolllly Mara... Lee thought to himself, moving towards the small room window and looking outside to see the dragon statue in the center of the Talos Plaza district. He was indeed in Beacon Manor. He had to have been given the opportunity to learn and study under Dorien! Lee couldn't help it; he stepped back from the window and laughed, falling backwards onto the bed. "Yes!" He continued to laugh, feeling his happiness ooze from every pore. He hadn't felt this upstart since... Since he was befriending Lex. And before that, when he first entered the Arcane University. All other times in his life... Only three so far had been so wonderful. One wore off over time, one didn't last long at all. And one was just beginning. Of COURSE he was going to agree with Dorien and accept. But first, he would need his things. Lee rolled himself off the bed, rushing out of the door and into the hallway, likely bowling over someone on his way to the stairs. ---------------------- Phoreeease.....
Phorrrreeeease... The slimy voice in his mind disturbed his dreams, making Phorease Julon shudder and convulse in his rest. Winged women came closer to him, and he found their beauty enticing and wonderful, and reached out a hand to them. But then something pushed him, and he went over the cliff towards the lava below. As he fell he could see a small, dark form on that cliff, looking down at him with glowing white eyes. The figure was the size of a child, or maybe that was an illusion caused by his dropping altitude. Regardless, the winged women of gold cried out in alarm as he fell, and one dived towards him as the others rushed the dark figure in anger. Phorease reached out his hand to take hers as he fell towards the intense heat, but she was too slow, and her hand fell short of his. He never even hit the lava before he was ejected from his bed and leaped forward, hitting the stone floor hard. Phorease groaned, trying to shake off the covers that entombed him within their warmth. When he finally got his muscled form out of the mess of sheets, he felt the cold morning air bite at his skin, forcing his mind to wakefulness. He rubbed his eyes as he moved over to the dresser and pulled out his second set of robes, which matched the first. Slipping the cotton on, he then proceeded to buckle the golden shoulder platings into place. After smoothing out his hair, he grabbed his smooth oaken staff, glancing once at the quartz ball before smiling to himself and leaving his room, locking the door. The darkness needn't remind him of what was on today's agenda. Phorease was eager to meet that woman again, the strange girl with the wild eyes that had so tempted him the night before. "Besides, you never know how useful a 'strange wolf-woman' can be, if you treat her right." That statement still did not make sense. But her promise of telling him just what he was made him all the more eager. And the promise of the voice to be able to cheat a god. He walked through the halls of the mage dormitories, heading for the door into the Gardens. He knew it was not yet noon, but he didn't care. He had nothing better to do anyways.
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 3, 2008 16:41:19 GMT
OOC: Yay, Shades are winning. Though only for now. xD
IC: Wilfric stands on the edge of the great gorge, his cloak fluttering lightly in the updraft that rises from the flames that crackle and roar just beneath him. He can feel the golden light, and the warmth that it provides, but he's frightened... He doesn't want to look up, though he can sense the women that are beckoning to him, trying to get him to take their hands...
"Wilfric..." A soft voice finally calls to him, making his head rise from the flames that lick around his feet. He looks straight into the eyes of one of an Angel, her entrancing beauty somehow familiar to him. Then, he feels his heart drop like a rock when he realizes why her face is so familiar... She looks so much like his own mother, whom he hadn't seen for so long... He hadn't even attended her funeral, he hadn't even been able to apologize...
Tears welled up just behind his eyes as he saw her reach out to him, the hand looking so inviting... She didn't hate him, after all that he had done? She would still take him, she would still embrace him as she once had? Slowly, his hand began to raise towards hers, trembling with the anticipation...
Only to hear a rumbling *CRACK*, as the ledge that held him just over the fire snapped in two. Wilfric was suddenly hurtled down into the fire that waited, his cloak suddenly becoming a sea of fire that surrounded and embraced him, though it burned him terribly for each second that he twisted within it. As he twisted and burned, Wilfric's mouth dropped open, letting out a scream of agony and terror...
And he snapped upright in his bed, sweat making the covers cling to him, as his flaming cloak had done in the dream. Feeling overheated, like the covers as well were aflame, Wilfric struggled against them, which only made him tumble out of the bed proper, landing hard on the cool stone of the cavern floor. That was the hideout that Wilfric had mentioned earlier, a small, interlocking series of caves that could be used as a fallback position and as a kind of headquarters for the Shades and for their movements. Thanks to the Sewer Network that ran beneath the City, it could also be used for swift movement, if they could do a bit of tunneling, and breach the Sewer Channels.
Regardless, despite the cool kiss of the cavern air, it still felt like Wilfric was burning as he finally tossed the covers off from around him, crawling out of the crumpled ball that he had become on the floor. Shaking, Wilfric collapsed against the cool stone a short distance away from his bed, letting the stone extinguish the burning that had consumed his skin. He was still sobbing, tears that he hadn't had in a long time leaking from the corners of his eyes. "Why... I couldn't..." He sobbed, his forehead pressing into the stone.
It was just a dream, Child... The Darkness whispered in his mind, causing Wilfric to shudder again. This time, it was because the voice was at least familiar to him, something that had guided him in the past. "But... But what if..." He began, raising his head slightly, only to have the Darkness croon in his mind once more. A dream... Child... Just a nightmare. Now, get up. You have work to do...
"Just... a dream..." Wiflric repeated, though his voice was shaking. Slowly, he pushed himself off the floor, sweeping a hand back through his sweat-soaked hair. He had to get dressed, and prepare for the Darkness' next orders...
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 3, 2008 19:24:54 GMT
OOC: Yakel doesn't have to be. The reason I made the discrimination was to give you the chance to play as a normal undecided. You can be effected by Insanity if you want to.
IC:
Dorien took the hand of the angel, smiling widely. It was her... it was Jessica. She was alive, and loving him, welcoming him into the Light.
More hands grabbed him, congratulating him. Some were people he knew, some new faces, amazing faces, but he loved them all. And he was lifted higher... higher...
But then he faltered, the smile fading from his face. He looked down at the burning abyss below. How many had fallen to it? How many remained unsaved? Tears tugged at the corners of his eyes...
Dorien's eyes snapped open as he looked up into a mass of golden light. But before it faded, he thought he saw an impression of a face... smiling.
He reached up to touch it, but it faded away. Nonetheless, he sat up with a feeling of joy in his heart.
"The Angels are coming back..." he whispered to nobody in particular, his eyes full of wonder. But then his heart fell as he listened to the tellings of his heart.
If the angels are coming back... Dorien thought. Then so are the demons... and that means the end is soon.
The day when the sun did not rise. And he had to save Tamriel from destruction and the Shades from eternal torture before that day came.
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Lex reached up to the angels before her. She didn't recognise any of them, but the feeling of love, of belonging, touched her heart in a way that brought tears to her eyes, that was almost painfully joyful.
To have a family... to be loved and accepted...
But then the ground beneath her began to crumble... she stepped back, but it was as if an invisible force was shoving down, forcing her into the flames... they reached up to her like a whip, dragging her into their depths, and the pain was terrible... so terrible...
It's because I'm evil... she thought, closing her eyes and enduring the mind-shattering pain, feelig her consciousness melt away. I deserve this...
"No you don't..." a voice whispered, before the flames ate away at her body, she managed to look up, seeing again the beautiful winged people, men and women of gold and light.
But then she closed her eyes and screamed... the pain was unbearable, she was going to die...
Lex awoke with a start. She was lying on the floor... but she could see something... an impression...
Her eyes cleared as she looked through the wall of her room and straight into Wilfric's... she could see his emotion on him, could see his pain, and almost as if recalling a memory, snippets of his dream flashed before her eyes... his mother.
So he had a family... she thought. Someone he loved. Everyone has. Except for me. she felt ashamed for being so cruel to him.
See what power I give you, Bright Eyes... see the things you can do, you can learn! Go now, make use of his shame, his weakness...
Lex closed her eyes. She didn't want to see his pain. "I have to go see Phorease..." she murmured to the air.
Yes... yes you do, but for now... see to Wilfric...
Lex shook her head. "No... not now." she got up, shaking herself out and running her fingers through her hair. She looked ashamed. "Maybe later..."
BRIGHT EYES... the darkness boomed in her mind. She gripped her heart as she felt searing pain at it... for a moment, she thought it had stopped.
She fell to her knees. "I'm sorry, great one..."
You should be, Bright Eyes. I give you people to belong with, a reason to be, and you repay me with disobedience. Never again, Bright Eyes...
Lex nodded. "Never... again..."
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 3, 2008 19:43:59 GMT
Wilfric's hands were still shaking as he finished dressing, slipping the azure cloak over his shoulders. Today was a more solemn day for him, thus why he chose the softer blue rather than the red. The Darkness never truly minded this little habit of his, as it never really mattered if he felt pain, only that he continued to follow the Darkness that advised him through it. Indeed, as the Darkness' Child, it was almost expected of him to act like the tortured progeny that he was.
You still doubt, Child... The voice whispered to him, though it was not as insidious as it usually was. Regardless, Wilfric staggered as though he had been slapped, before raising his right hand, balling it into a fist, and setting it over his heart as a show of respect and submission. "... I'm sorry, Master... The dream just... clings to me. I will be more stalwart in the future..." He explained, as though he had been caught doing something that he shouldn't. The Darkness within him laughed, a sound that was remarkably smooth and jovial. The Darkness had many sides to fool those that it subverted.
I was not chastising you, Child. I merely saw into your heart and saw that you still feel the pain that is left over from that... horrible nightmare. I am concerned for you... My Child... It hissed, a cold sense of satisfaction blanketing Wilfric's heart. He slowly bowed his head, nodding shakily. "... Thank you, my Master... For your benevolence..." In reality, it did soothe Wilfric's heart to know that his Master approved of him still, letting the pain of the dream loosen its grip a little.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 3, 2008 20:40:43 GMT
Casca silenced his footsteps as he moved through the Waterfront. A distinct smell dwelt in this particular district. It was something like salt and dead fish, combined with the stench of beggar. It drove Casca's senses mad whenever he entered it; it masked the scents of others well. Casca slowed his pace to watch the rippled water dance alongside the Elven stonework beside him as he walked. He shook his head and quickened his pace again as the telltale crackle of energy given off by Chosen grew stronger. He rounded a corner, descending among the flimsy shacks that littered the earth. His silent movement swept through the hovels as he proceeded further into the little community of beggars and sailors. The presence was so strong now that he could almost touch it. He could feel more than one...but nothing beyond that. He was close. Tag, Webster.
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Post by Vrek on Jun 3, 2008 23:45:30 GMT
Alinor stood over the precipice, looking down into the ominous red flow of fire. It stunk. It always smelled badly in his dreams, but this smell... It was the last scent he ever noticed before his passive abilities came into full strength. It was the scent of burning flesh.
He kept looking down at the flames, they were mocking him. "Master Alinor." The Altmer stiffened at the voice, it couldn't be. He turned, and was greeted by the happy face of his favorite apprentice, Silia. A trembling hand reached towards the girl, and she said again, "Master Alinor."
His hand was mere inches away, almost caressing the cheek of his last friend he ever had in this world. Mere inches. Then she was engulfed, flames licking across her face, she screamed something, but the Necromancer couldn't hear. He screamed something back, a warning of some kind, an apology perhaps. The flames grew stronger, and pushed the wizard away, towards the gorge behind him. All he could see above him was the dark pall of smoke.
"Silia!" The Altmer shot up from a bedroll, deep inside the sewers. Nearby, two skeletons fell to pieces. Enraged, he shouted at the voice, even though he knew all his thoughts would be heard just as well, "Is this your sick idea of a joke?! I didn't stay around that damned shanty long enough to meet your damned hero so you play with my damned memories?!"
It was just a dream. "I haven't had single dream with another person in it in years, why would that be the first thing I see?!" Put it behind you. You have more important concerns to deal with.
The Altmer stood silent for a few moments, still seething. Without a word he raised his hand towards the skeletons that had earlier collapsed, and stretched his will out to them. Once reformed, that walked into another room, and came back bearing rolls of bandages. "I'll see him soon enough."
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Iwan sat quietly in the inn, swiveling a cup in his hand, the water inside swirling around in a miniature whirlpool. Near by was an apple core, and a shell of orange peels. He had already been awake and waiting for the violinist and armored woman to rise and ready themselves. He assumed they were all planning on speaking again, seeing how as they spoke little about what mattered last night, instead being merry and congratulatory. The armored woman seemed a bit hesitant, but she truly needed to speak with the musician. Iwan himself had chosen to allow the happy night to play itself out before asking about his... skills. Everyone needed happy moments not worrying about the thoughts of others, and Iwan could wait a few more hours.
So here he sat, listening to the crackle of a fire, playing with his mug of water.
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 3, 2008 23:50:18 GMT
As Wilfric finished tugging the protective gloves that he always wore over his hands, to keep from accidentally killing anyone that he touched, Wilfric began to feel the familiar charge of an approaching Chosen. Now, he was in a cavern where two other Chosen resided somewhere else in its depths, but he was still able to tell when the power level around him changed sharply enough. So... Another comes to join the Darkness... And one that I didn't have to hunt down, either. Wilfric purred in his mind, his dream forgotten as he finally turned his mind towards recruiting more for the Darkness.
He turned, his azure cloak swirling around his knees, and grabbed his staff on the way out, using it as a walking stick. Once he exited his room, there was a twisting corridor on his left, leading to a second chamber that he had seen Lex occupy last night, and a wider chamber just beyond, which Wilfric had planned to turn into a practice room or a meeting chamber. On his right, there was a continuation of the corridor, though not for long. There, it emptied into the main chamber, a wide, oval-like room with a giant bowl in the center of it, two ramp-like collapses leading down into it from the sides. This was the main hall.
After exiting into this Hall, which was the main part of it just below the Hovels of the Waterfront, there was a single chamber just on the other side of it, where he would find the staircase up to the Hovel which served as the Cavern front. On his left and right, there were more chambers, the one of the left being used as a storeroom, and a series of them on the right that were being used for various purposes, including Ruran's room, he was sure. But, this was unimportant for now.
Wilfric's feet slowly led him up the staircase, spiralling around and around until he reached the door to the inside of the Hovel. He was coming for the Shade that had arrived... He was coming, to add another disciple to the dark embrace of the Shades...
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 4, 2008 11:26:33 GMT
When Dorien had washed and dressed, he collected his staff and headed downstairs. Lee nearly knocked him flat as he raced past- Dorien stepped aside agilely and pressed up against the wall as he shot past, laughing. "Hey, Leonardo..." Dorien called, following the artist at a more leisurely pace.
"Look... there's something I need to talk to you about. I'm not sure if you fully understand what's going on..." he'd explained it last night, but foolishly after offering Lee the position. He'd been surprised by the young man's extreme enthusiasm- he was used to his fellow mages' only just tolerating him.
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Post by FC4 on Jun 4, 2008 11:39:19 GMT
Lee turned around at the foot of the stairs, looking up at Dorien with a smile. "Yeah, I'm going to be your apprentice/assistant and part time librarian. Right? Or is there something else?" Lee asked, holding both his hands on the rails of the stairwell. Essentially blocking off Dorien's exit.
"You can call me Lee, if it's easier for you Master Dorien. Most people do." Lee added, though his true reason was a distaste for his name. It was long and odd.
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Post by pat673 on Jun 4, 2008 11:50:59 GMT
Daynesa sat on the floor of her chambers, a large silken cloak about her shoulders, a present from her father in Morrowind. She stared off into the distance, remembering the vivid dream from last night...
She looks around, finding herself on a sheer cliff face, flames licking the soles of her feet, meanwhile a bright and golden haze fills her with joy as winged beings descend from the sky, offering their perfect hands, like golden porcelain. She looks around, seeing a mass of faceless men and women, some falling to the pit of fire, some standing indifferently, and others taking the hands of the Angels. The portion of Earth she stands on cracks and falls away, sending her dangerously close to the edge. She sways her arms in the vain hope that she will regain her balance, but she falls...only to be caught in the arms of one of the Angels and a bright golden light, so profound, so fantastic, she found herself waking...
Daynesa had found herself waking with the intense but calming golden light filling her vision, only for it to fade away as she blinked away the tears of joy that came unbidden to her eyes. She shook her head, bringing herself back to the past. Today she felt full of hapiness, but she also felt more than herself, as if she had grown, not only mentally, but psychically.
She smiled to herself as she stood up and exited her chambers, making her way to the meal room, hoping to run into some of the others at the Beacon Manor..
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Post by Kleidium on Jun 4, 2008 19:33:54 GMT
OOC:...K-Klayce? xD That's different.
IC: Jump, you fool!!! Screamed the voice, as Klace looked down into the pits of what seemed like Oblivion itself. Jump now or else- Interrupted by the roar of flame that followed, the voice was no longer a voice, but a memory of one as the flames reached the violinist. Klace cried out, and then essentially screamed until everything was gone. Looking around in a stupor, Klace whirled his head in every direction, finding nothing but pitch-black darkness. Now realizing he wasn't really standing, and that his head wasn't a head, but ash, he fell through the void of a dream, back into the real world, in his worldly bed.
Klace practically jumped out of the bed from his dream, shuddering. A cold sweat had broken out easily on his pale skin, and he was still looking around, wondering if he was still dreaming. After a few moments of sitting there, he slowly realized that he had people that might be waiting for him. Wh-what was that? That...madness! The Breton man thought, clasping his hands over his eyes, and slowly dragging them downward. It was the beginning of a long, horrid day.
Standing up on buckled knees, Klace began to dress himself.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Jun 4, 2008 21:21:56 GMT
An engulfing, almost intolerable heat surrounded Victoria as she stood at the edge of a great stone precipice, crimson talons of flame licking at her feet, spawned from the shadowy blackness below. The red headband she wore around her forehead was drenched with sweat, but as she looked closely at the endless black below her, she realized that was the least of her worries.
From the gaping maw of the gorge, massive shadows, their shapes constantly changing and morphing, clawed their way up the sheer cliff, towards her. Victoria instinctively reached for her halberd, but found the weapon missing from her back. She looked about frantically, hoping to find something that she could use to defend herself, but there was nothing. An ethereal howl came from the gorge, and she looked down to see the quickly nearing figures look up at her, with red eyes full of malice and hatred.
Vic took a nervous step back, the figures nearly upon her. As one reached out to grab at her, it suddenly let out a scream of pain as a long, golden shaft of light pierced its shadowy hide. A brigade of angels, wielding weapons that seemed to be made of the same pure, golden light, descended towards the precipice, lashing out at the demons with their implements of war.
A single one of the angels, however, hovered over VIc, looking down at her. From the bright light that encompassed it, she made out her father's smiling face, and a single hand, clad in pure white mail. With a sense of awe overtaking her, Vic grabbed the figure's hand, and was lifted into the light from which her saviors had descended.
"The light is with you. In your darkest hour, it will protect you."
Victoria slowly awoke from the dream, the golden light and the face of her father gradually fading from her vision. The emotion she had felt during the dream: the righteousness of the angelic beings, the compassion of the figure that had saved her. It had seemed so real, so tangible. Not like any dream she'd had before...
With a contented sigh, Vic sat up in bed, and reached for her clothes on the nightstand next to her bed. Whatever the dream had been, she felt new strength course through her, and a renewed determination: to hunt down and fight corruption wherever it revealed itself.
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 4, 2008 22:53:44 GMT
The door to the hovel slid open without a sound, well oiled hinges gliding as though they didn't touch at all. Wilfric stepped out from the dusty, dingy inside of the modest-looking home, dusting off his azure cloak as his feet touched once more upon the surface's sun drenched streets. The moment that he was outside, he felt the crackle of power pick up, an electric current that seemed to dance and tremble just on his left.
Turning his gaze in that direction, Wilfric saw a man that stood out like a sore thumb in the dingy and bedraggled crowd. The man held a kind of regal attitude, dressed for the occasion and looked undoubtedly noble. Wilfric couldn't help but smile as he noted the way the man carried himself, as though he owned the world and everyone in it. Wilfric would like this man, he could tell already. And, with the dark power already crackling through his veins... Well, Wilfric couldn't have been more happy.
"Welcome, Shade..." Wilfric addressed the man, spreading his arms grandly in a theatrical welcome. After the grand gesture, he folded his right arm at the elbow, setting it lightly against his stomach as he did a formal bow, the corners of his lips tugging into a cool, conniving smile. "Welcome, to the home of the Darkness within you." He straightened once more, smoothing out the front of his blue cloak. "May I ask as to who you are, and what your purpose is here?" Wilfric asked, at the least making sure of the man's intentions and of his nature. There were some Shades that were notoriously unbalanced, after all...
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