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    In an unstable world, the forces of light and dark collide, trying to grasp hold over who rules the world. Each participate in the race against time...and each other, to be the first to claim world domination. The light side want it to insure peace and tranquility for all. The dark side want it to enslave the world and use the resources of the world as they see fit.

    It's up to you to choose your alignment, your allies, and you goals as you compete against one another to control the world.

    Rules:

    1. To keep powerplaying, godmodding, and etc. out of here, I'll monitor each post, and keep tabs on everyone. 3 warnings to edit post and then you'll be asked to leave.

    2. If you have a problem with someone here, report it to me, and if I've overlooked the problem accidentally I'll check into it.

    3. I claim all rights to this rp and I have the power to ask whoever I want to leave, if I don't like your sentence structure, and etc. You'll get 3 warnings and after those three warnings you will be asked to leave, and any insubordination will result in direct report to a mod or any other higher authority.

    4. Paragraphs have to be 3 paragraphs, and no pencil then ones either. There needs to be clear distinction between paragraphs. Description is a must, because in a rp such as this, freedom comes with responsibilities and if you don't describe actions clearly another rper will be confused and it'll mess up everything.

    5. this rp isn't for novices and newbies, so if you have any doubts about my rules or don't like them, then please don't join.

    6. You may create your own allies or pick rpers as allies (over pm not here to limit spamming)

    Profile:

    Name:
    Gender:
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    Alignment:
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    Description:
    -Eye color:
    -hair color:
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    -height:
    -complection:
    -body build:
    -clothing:
    -weapons:
    Personality:
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    History:
    -time of birth:
    -place of birth:
    -summary from birth to present:
     
    Name: Exodus Con'turn
    Gender: Male
    Race: Moon Elf
    Age: 120
    Alignment: Light
    Skills: Elven magic
    Class: Swordsman/archer
    Description:
    -Eye color: Lavender
    -hair color: Blonde
    -hair style: Slick and long
    -height: 6'2"
    -complection: Pale, with some signs of trying to tan
    -body build: slender
    -clothing: Mithril Chain mail, brown cloak that hides his armor
    -weapons: Jewel scimitar (Dragonslayer) in a seath on his left hip, and a long sword (Orcslayer) in a seath on his right hip. You only uses one of the swords at a time. A long bow (Preyhunter). And onyx figurine of a Lynx (Conur), Exodus summons the cat as a companion.
    Personality: Modest, and just as all elves are
    -likes: Animals, and books
    -dislikes: Unjust and/or unmoral people
    -advantages: Using his one handed fighting style, allows him to weild other items, such as magic items
    -disadvantages: Due to his one handed fighting style, it leaves on side of his body open for strike at any one point in time.
    History:
    -time of birth: Year of the Elk
    -place of birth: Menzonto (A hidden elven village)
    -summary from birth to present: Growing up as a noble among his fellow elves, he's had a peaceful life. With many experiences with dealing with drow (When one accidentally stumbles into the surface world) and fallen elves such as orcs (if I'm mistaken I believe orcs are the fallen elves, and ogres are the human like creatures)

    FYI: If you have a magical essence that guides or helps you (like the Lynx for Exodus) it requires a profile down to the personality section. If you want to fill in the history for it then feel free. Conur's profile will be coming soon.
     
    Name: Allesandro de Medici
    Gender: Male
    Race: Wood elf
    Age: 219
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Skills: Druidic magic
    Class: Swordsman/Ranger
    Description:
    -Eye color: Amber
    -hair color: Brown
    -hair style: Shoulder length, braided. Various bits of metal braided into the hair
    -height: 6'3''
    -complection: Well tanned and weather-worn. Tattoos on chest, back, upper arms and lower legs.
    -body build: Somewhat slender.
    -clothing: Loose cotton shirt and pants covered by chain-mail armore, tough leather at the joints. Wears a forest-green cloak over this.
    -weapons: Greatsword (Terminus Est) carried over back, saber (Charon's Claw) at waist. Cannot be used in unison. Throwing knife breacers on forearms. Shares a strong, inexplicable kinship with wolves. Protects them, they protect him.
    Personality:
    -likes:Winter, snow, storms, a peaceful creek, waterfalls, learning.
    -dislikes: People, cities, noise.
    -advantages: Speed, stealth, agility.
    -disadvantages: Arrogance, plans too far in advance.
    History:
    -time of birth: 25 May, Year of the Broken Harp
    -place of birth: The Moonwood
    -summary from birth to present: After leaving the Moonwood at 15, Allesandro made his way to Waterdeep to find what work he could. He wound up a theif. Eventually caught, he was exiled and forced to make is own way. He eventually found acceptance among a group of warriors known as the Tai'lin. He was trained among them, becoming an expert swordsman and competent mage and archer (although these skills have fallen into almost total disuse). When he became a full-fledged Tai'lin, he gained the clan markings on his arms and legs. The chest tattoo honors his mentor, and on the back and shoulders lie his personal insignia as a Tai'lin. Around his 157th year, the Tai'lin were slaughtered aside from him by a raid fro Calimport. Since then, he has rejected humanity as a whole and gone off to live by himself.
     
    Name: Conur
    Gender: Female
    Race: Otherworldly creature
    Age: unknown
    Alignment: Light
    Skills: The natural skills of lynx, except ten-fold and then some.
    Class: Giant Lynx
    Description:
    -Eye color: Emerald
    -hair color: tan
    -hair style: Lynx
    -height: 5'5"
    -complection: Furry
    -body build: Muscular
    -clothing: none
    -weapons: claws, tail, etc.
    Personality: Cool calm and collected, and obedient
     
    Name: Burne
    Gender: Male
    Race: Half-Dragon(silver), Half-Human
    Age: 25 (Equivelent to 16 in human)
    Alignment: Ex-Light (He's Dark, basically.)
    Skills: Solo Flight, Katana Mastery
    Class: Magi-Murai (Magician/Samurai)
    Description:
    -Eye color: Deep Teal
    -hair color: no hair
    -hair style: no hair
    -height: 6'4"
    -complection: Basically looks like a Bipedal Dragon, with wings on the shoulderblades, a tail extended off the body, tri-toed feet, 3 segment legs, and a short neck supporting a Dragon's head.
    -body build: Upper Strength in the torso, but buff legs
    -clothing: A shiny breastplate with fancy shoulderguards, a draping black cloak, and billowy skirt/kilt (I don't really have much of any other ideas.)
    -weapons: One long Great Katana on his back, and two hip-mounted Katana
    Personality: Unknown
    -likes: Women
    -dislikes: Wolves
    -advantages: Close Combat and Arial Combat
    -disadvantages: Has some difficulty swimming
    History:
    -time of birth: 5th of Munto, year of the Sunshine
    -place of birth: Found in the Twilight Forest
    -summary from birth to present: Adopted by passing Merchants, Burne was raised with the knowledge of currencial value. He spent 10 years with his adopted father and mother before journeying off on his own. After an additional 10 years of surviving in the forest, Burne landed a job as an Assassin. He did a remarkable job, and began his career. After five years of service, he retired, and now works as a Merchant and Force of the Dark.
     
    Name: Saiavia Dieagi
    Gender: Female
    Race: Human
    Age: 22
    Alignment: Dark
    Skills: Black Majiks
    Class: Mage/Swordswoman
    Description:
    -Eye color: An olive green with hints of greys and a ring of blue around the pupil.
    -Hair color: A soft black with hints of deep, blood red highlights.
    -Hair style: Grown long, down to about mid-back. Always worn with the pieces grown in front of her ears pulled into a messy sort of bun shape, and the rest hanging down, divided into three pieces which are always braided.
    -Height: Around 5' 4"
    -Complection: Very pale, especially around her face, as if she has dyed her hair to its' present shade.
    -Body build: Very slender and lithe.
    -Clothing: Usually seen wearing a black shirt made out of a sort of silken material, with a bell sleeve over her left arm, and a simple, inch wide strap in place to hold the other side of the shirt. To accompany this, she wears a simple black skirt that is about ankle length, and slitted up both sides to just higher than the knee. Tied around her right knee is a dark red, blotched cloth, almost as if bloodstained. Around her neck she wears a strange amulet that has been carved into the shape of an eagle's head. On her feet, she wears simple, soft leather boots that have been dyed black to match the rest of her outfit.
    -Weapons: Her main weapon is a long staff, used to cast her majik. She also uses a short sword made out of an extremely light metal. Both are ornately decorated, as if they were given as grand gifts for something. She also has the ability to summon Fareas, a large gryphon, through the amulet she wears.
    Personality: Very reserved, making her seem cold, though that could also be because she can be extremely vicious and sarcastic when around people who she does not know, or whom she simply dislikes.
    -Likes: Being alone to collect her thoughts and books.
    -Dislikes: People who are obnoxious or noisy, including people who try to delve into her thoguhts and feelings and try to get 'close' to her.
    -Advantages: Because of her majik, she has a very strong long distance technique.
    -Disadvantages: Her right knee was injured in a fight, and never properly healed. As such, she has a more difficult time moving quickly because of a limp, and is at a high disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.
    History:
    -Time of birth: The Year of the Nightwalker.
    -Place of birth: The city of Mikah.
    -Summary from birth to present: Having been born into a city that had long before fallen to darkness, Saiavia was raised to become who she is at the present. Her training in her mysterious powers began at the young age of 5, along with strict ritual teachings of what is right and what is wrong. At about 15, Saiavia left the village to see if there was a role for her in the unsteady conflicts that had enclosed the world, during that time, she managed to create a small name for herself in minute villages that are known to very few people, but she has been entertaining the stubborn thought that one day, she will be famous for something. She doesn't care if it's considered to be something wonderful, or something horrendous.

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    Name: Fareas
    Gender: Male
    Race: Gryphon
    Age: Unknown
    Alignment: Dark
    Skills: Fast and agile, with the ability to fly.
    Class: Gryphon
    Description:
    -Eye color: Blood red.
    -Feather color: Grey, with strange black patterns across his forehead and down his neck.
    -Hair color: Jet black with a scarlet shine.
    -Hair style: N/A
    -Height: About 6' 5" to the head when standing on all four legs. Has an undefined height when standing on only his rear legs.
    -Complection: Feathery and furry.
    -Body build: Very muscular.
    -Clothing: Has a plate-mail helmet with chain mail hanging down across his neck. This otherwise simple piece is studded with small pieces of onyx and ruby.
    -Weapons: His beak and claws, as well as a sickle blade attached to his tail.
    Personality: Very sarcastic and overly cocky.
     
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    OOC: Since I haven't joined any alliances I'll create another character.

    Name: Brenoron
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Age: 21
    Alignment: Light
    Skills: Axe and hammer use
    Class: Barbarian
    Description:
    -Eye color: Baby blue
    -hair color: Blond
    -hair style: Long, uncut, alittle passed shoulderblades
    -height: 6'10"
    -complection: Tan
    -body build: Extremely muscular, even for barbarian standards
    -clothing: Brown, deerskin tunic
    -weapons: Warhammer (Fang Crusher), Battle Axe (Barbarian Pride) both are strapped to his hips, and can be used together due to his great strength, but he prefers one at a time
    Personality: Young, Naive, Strong willed (Sound familiar TAD? XD)
    -likes: Battle
    -dislikes: Magic
    -advantages: His great strength, makes it easy to overcome most enemies with a single swipe of his axe or hammer.
    -disadvantages: Due to his fear of magic, he is often weakened by the fear and not being able to overcome it
    History:
    -time of birth: Year of the Elf
    -place of birth: In the frozen tundra of the northern lands
    -summary from birth to present: In a raid down south in the warmer climates, he was seperated from his clan, and was taken in by an elf (Exodus) he has been trained by the barbarians, since he was 16 at the time of the raid. So Exodus has been trying to teach him the ways of a true warrior.
     
    <OOC>Very much so. :P I'll add the profile of Allesandro's wolf companion now.<OOC>

    Name: Hopper
    Gender: Male
    Race: Winter Wolf
    Age: 19
    Alignment: Chaotic neutral
    Skills: Take a wolf. Make it bigger, faster, and stronger. Add breath that can freeze your muscles to you bones.
    Class: Winter Wolf
    Description:
    -Eye color: Ember
    -hair color: Silver-grey
    -hair style: Grizzled, hairless in certain scarred patches.
    -height: 4'9''
    -complection: Furry
    -body build: Muscular
    -clothing: None
    -weapons: Claws, teeth, body.
    Personality: Independant and a bit of a loner after he was exiled from his pack. He's become attached to Allesandro, though, and one is rarely seen without the other.
     
    OOC: Wow I just noticed, two dark, and two light! Wow...this might work out pretty good! I was hoping there wasn't an overload of dark profiles...but this is very good! ^^

    IC: In a small elven village hiddened in the mountain range of darkness, two companions, Exodus and Brenoron, have awaken in the mist of the early morning dew. Only to find that they are the only survivors of a terrible raid. Family members, friends and leaders have been destroyed by an unknown force.

    Exodus, who was more sensitive to magic than his young companion, found that the magic here wasn't any of this world or the next. Looking for clues, he only found his father's flame shaped, flame colored, crystal emblem on the road.

    Brenoron, who's barbarian instincts, where to thrash around like a savage and yell curses and threats of revenge, did just that. Then stopped at his companions suspicion.

    "Stop, dear friend." Exodus said stopping him. "This was the work of my own father."

    "You're father's a good man, he would neve-" he started but then saw the emblem in Exodus's hands. "Oh...the emblem has laid it's grasp on your father, destroying him in his hunger for power, along with the rest of the village."

    "But he had enough of a concience left to spare us." Exodus noted, finding that they were the only ones alive. Then with a sudden impulse he grabbed his armor and headed toward the hidden entrance to the village.

    "Where ye be goin' elf?" the barbarian demanded with a stomp of his foot. Exodus met his demands with an ice cold stare from his lavender eyes.

    "There is nothing left for us. We must search for a new home. Hopefully the wood elves will accept us with open arms." Exodus said admitting in defeat.

    Brenoron huffed, obviously not liking the idea. "We can find somewhere better."

    "Maybe so, but for now we need food, and horses. And we won't get them here." Exodus reseaned.

    With a sigh of defeat Brenoron picked up his equipment and headed off with his mentor by his side.
     
    I looked out at the ruined village from a forest near the outskirts. The two survivors did not pass unnoticed, but I didn't suspect them of the massacre. I could step out and greet them, step out of the trees, but what need had I? They'd probably be heading to the wood elf village, I could meet them there if I wanted. Hopper growled. I could telekinetically link to him if I wished, it was a simple druidic charm, but what need had I? I could tell by th way his muscles tensed, the tone of his growl that he wanted the throat of whoever did this.

    "Easy, Hopper" I said, a low gravelly sound, scratching him gently behind the ears. Even I, the best fighter there since the death of my master hadn't escaped the Tai'lin massacre unscated. I resisted the urge to run my hand along the scar at my throat. A cleric had managed to give me my voice back, but the damage was too extensive for a full repair. I'd once had a voice to rival the greatest of elven bards, had even been considering learning the arts of song, but no more. I barked a laugh.

    For a second, flames surged through the ruined village. Screams sounded, and Salimmite soldiers stormed through. Another flashback. They'd been getting worse of late, no wonder I avoided most settlements. Bad memories. Laughing again, a sound, if anything, harsher than before, I spun on my heel and returned to the forest.
     
    Exodus glided down the slope of the mountain, with Brenoron tailing behind. "We must hurry, it'll be dark soon." Exodus called out flatly, not slowing down.

    Brenoron sighed, yet again, and began jogging, easily catching up with the elf with his wide stride.

    Entering the forest, Exodus felt another presence near, but paid it no heed, figuring it better to just keep moving into the forest, and try to find the wood elven village.
     
    I matched pace near them, keeping to the trees, though. Hopper stayed on the ground, watching their other flank. Though I didn't suspect them of the massacre, I couldn't be sure. After all, who would have thought that Calimshan would have been as bold as to attack us. I smiled grimly at the thought, hopping with nary a sound to the boughs of another tree.
     
    Arriving at the village, Exodus eyed it. "Greetings! You may call me Exodus. This is my apprentice and friend Brenoron." Exodus greeted as he entered the village. It was costumary in his own village to greet and name yourself before entering, then to give reason for being there if you weren't a native. So he continued, "Our village has been destroyed, by my father and his magical flame emblem. All we wish for is a place to stay and reorganize our thoughts. As well as food for the road and some horses and we'll be on our way."
     
    I slid down from a rope, having entered the village a few minutes before and waiting. I said, with neither kindness, nor suspicion "Welcome to Aridhol, my emporary home. My name is Allesandro. I can provide you with a bed for the night and we can discuss a resupply in the morning."
     
    OOC: Alright, we really need to fit three good paragraphs into this.

    IC: Brenoron, who grunted at the elves intoduction, thinking the elf arrogant and rude. Resting his mighty battle axe on his shoulder he looked down at the elf who had appeared. Obviously he was telling Allesandro that if he tryed anything funny, that his axe would be through his head in a split second.

    "Easy, great barbarian." Exodus commented, seeing brenoron's uneasy. "I assure you that nothing will come to harm to either of us in this place. For my wooden kin, are full of joy and merriment." He explained.

    "Well this one isn't to my liking, and doesn't seem to match your description." Brenoron grumbled, taking a look at the village infront of him. Magic seemed to fill the air and fireflies danced in magnificent patterns.

    "They are just cautious, let me assure you. If they came down after they're fellow kin's village was destroyed and they were the only ones to come out of it, you would be cautious too. Give them some time. You are still too young to know the ways of my people." Exodus explained yet again. Then turning to the wood elf he bowed low, "My humble appologies for my friends ignorance. We are glad for you hospitality." Exodus said with the scincerist of apologies.
     
    There were small jingles as bells strung across the carts rattled, signaling my arrival. In the small town of Rhuara, money was scarce, so I couldn't show them expensive items. To compensate for the low economic status, I had brought along farming tools, plant seeds, and a few metal ores. I saw a few people gathered in the town center, eagerly waiting to see my wares. But one in the crowd caught my eye, a little boy standing at the front. I pulled up close to them, then stopped, setting down my pull-cart on the two front legs. I saw the young child walk up to me with some small change in his hands.

    "Please sir, do you have any chocolate...?" he asked. This caught me off-guard, as I hadn't been expecting anyone in this village to know of the substance. Quickly, I rummaged through my cart, searching for some.
    "Here you are." I handed the boy a very tiny bag full of the sweets. He grabbed the bag and handed me the money immeadiately.
    "Thank you!" he said, running off to his home.
    "You're welcome." I called, waving. But I put my hand down once I heard a familliar hoofbeat. A warrior of the Light was approaching.

    "A member of the Light approaches. Hide good people!" I ran off to the forest with my cart, the towns people quietly scattering into their homes.
     
    Hopper trotted up, coming in beside me. Noting Brenoran's posture, he immediately raised his hackles and growled. "Easy" I said to him, although I myself did not drop my guard, resting my right hand easily on the hilt of my saber.

    "Apology accepted" I replied, warming my tone a bit. "Welcome to Iicariel." The village was a peaceful enough place, rarely disturbed by outside events. The houses were built into the massive trees themselves, only adding to that sense.

    I did, however, have a few concrens. Though I didn't take permanent residence here, it was a nice place. I said as much, adding "However, I do have a few questions. You say your father was responsible for the Lakesview massacre? What garuntee do I have that he isn't hunting you, and that by housing you I would endanger these folk?"
     
    A lump came to Brenoron's throat and threw a worried look at his small companion. But Exodus showed no signs of worry, he didn't take it the wrong way. Reaching into his bag he pulled out the emblem of his house. "My father died. The power consumed and destroyed him." Exodus said flatly.

    Brenoron took a great sigh of relief came, glad that his friend handled himself well. True enough, he knew that Exodus did, but that didn't stop him from worrying.

    Then Exodus said, "I need not an explanation of this fair village. I have been here several times over the century of my life that I can remember. You're people are a very fond folk, that don't hold grudges, and make friends whether it be by charm, or by loyalty."

    Brenoron, though, was interested at what the wood elf had to say, and in hopes of making an ally he said, finally opening his mouth after the long pause of rage he felt. "Could ye please show me around? I wish to know and see more of this village." He said, his voice was curious and naive, although he never was one to be naive, he was falling under the spell that the wood elves seemed to cast on every being.
     
    Saiavia giggled a high, extremely girly giggle as she surveyed the ruin of the village below. She sat on the back of Fareas, her gryphon partner, her left hand stroking his soft eagle feathers as they flew in lazy circles above the scene. She hadn't been responsible for it, and actually had no idea who had - something that bothered her very much - but it still amused her to view something that had probably impacted so many people.

    She giggled again as she felt the eagle's head amulet that hung around her neck. It had been formed from the promise that both she and Fareas had made upon the formation of their pact. The promise that both would live, and should the one die, that the other would soon follow. A simple promise, considering that one was scarcely seen without the other. But it was a powerful promise. It gave both extreme power, much stronger than that which they would normally have, something that had proved to be an asset in many situations.

    However, it wasn't something that she was worried about right now. As far as she could see, there wasn't anyone else around for miles, let alone someone who would dare try to attack her, especially when she was at this height, and had her majiks that could probably reach close enough to the ground to scare off any potential attackers.

    "You worry too much, I will protect you," Fareas' gravelly bass voice said, his body quivering slightly from the rumble. The chainmail that trailed off of his helmet jingled gently as he turned his head slightly so that one eye was watching her, and she reached over to give two gentle strokes to his beak.

    "I know you will," she replied, a small smile touching her cherry lips. Even so, her free hand clentched tighter around the iron staff that she was holding. It was a simple, yet ornately decorated tool for the redirecting of majik, a basic for all mages. She sighed and thumbed one of the carved leaves and turned her eyes to look at the silver detailing, something that she had memorized long ago, but still loved to admire. Her staff was one of her most prized possessions, and her main weapon in battle. The way she had it figured, she wouldn't have lived to see her twenty-second year if she didn't have it.

    Forcing herself to stray away from the past, Saiavia refocused her eyes on the ground below and went back to surveying the area. It was a rather boring thing to do, but at least she was up off the ground - the air was one of her favourite places to be. Sighing and smoothing out her wind-rumpled skirt, Saiavia refocused her mind on her task, and Fareas made another circle before starting to fly in the direction of an expansive forest.

    (|ooc - Please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors... It's late x_x|)
     
    The man rode up on horseback, I could see the brilliant white stallion trotting along, with a heavily armored man astride the saddle. His longsword clattered at his side, a greatsword strung up on his back. A helmet and guantlets covered his skin, giving me no visible weakspot to hit. I watched him quietly, observing what he was doing here. He hollered for the townspeople, but they all stayed inside, afraid. Angered by this, the warrior lit a torch and flamed a nearby home. The roof caught fire slowly, then the rest of the house was on fire.

    I could hear them screaming, and it drove me to grab my katanas and Longbow. Without hesitation, or a thought as to stealth, I drew back the bow string and let an arrow fly. It shot through the air, tearing straight through the plating on his arm. He looked down at the arrow without a cry of pain, his limb working as though nothing had happened. He tugged out the arrow and dismounted, drawing the Longsword in the process. I could now see that he wore a shield on his other arm, a Tower shield...
     
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