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Post by Rias Blight on Mar 31, 2005 23:23:42 GMT -5
"Churp Churp" The sound of crickets could be heard echoing in the dark woods of Kaelakia Forest. It was a dark and damp forest. Trees coated with a black grain on the bark gave it an even more gloomy feeling. Not to mention the fog could grow so thick that anyone who traveled into the forest never came back alive. Sometimes they get lost and starve to death, atleast that was the good way to die there. Sometimes unexplained happenings would take care of the poor souls, or just cause them to linger on in the forest for eternity. But hidden deep within this forest of mystery lived an even more mysterious man. Why he chose to fortify himself in the forest no one knew. All that stories have every let out that there is an old house deep along the path to Mount Stigma which a home sits. One which was almost as organic as the forest itself. Moss out lined the building. Two pipes came out of the ground which at the tip held a constent lit flame which was produced by the gases trapped under the earth of the forest. It had a small stone lined walk way which lead to the porch of the building. The porch held not even a chair in the front, but was there more as a resting point if rain decided to show. In the middle lined a door made from petrified wood. And inside lived this mysterious man. All they knew about was that an old traveller built the home there. No one was to sure why he had built a home there, nor why he chose to live in the forest. Word has it that he had been plotting something. Or maybe he was just sitting to retire. No one wasn't to sure on what resources they could go off of. But soon that was all about to change, for whatever that man had been plotting...would soon begin to unfold.
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DamienLucra
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Post by DamienLucra on Apr 1, 2005 11:53:51 GMT -5
Damien had been walking for a long time, wandering from here to there at a whim, unsure of where to go but always knowing that "here" was never what he sought. he sighs as he collapses on a fallen log nearby, leaning against his walking staff for support, out of breath. He looks about him at the gloomy forest and curses his luck for coming into it at such a late time, knowing that he would have to sleep in the forest. Gathering a few sticks along with a sizeable log, Damien concentrates a little and the wood bursts into flame, making a cheery little fire in the middle of the gloom. He quickly cooks a small amount of his rations with some of his water to make a soup, then extinguishes the fire with but a moment's thought. 'Hmph... I wish I had thought to ask someone to come with me... Travelling alone is, well, lonely. heh... listen to yourself, Damien- you're so lonely for company that you're willing to hold a conversation with yourself. better get to civilization, fast." he yawns and stretches, then begins to eat the soup that he had made, all the while keeping an eye out for his surroundings.
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Post by Rias Blight on Apr 1, 2005 19:09:18 GMT -5
Rias paced back forth across the wooden panel flooring in his home. Which step was met by a thump and a creek as his pace grew quicker. His ponder grew along with the pace that he had kept up for over four hours. Rias had lived in the forest for just over a year now. He had moved there after he retreated from the scene of a village which he was last at. Turning the place to a blaze and leaving the villagers to die, it appeared that a band of heroes had shown up and spoiled his fun. It was an upset thought which lingered in his head, but every now and then he'd let out a chuckle from the burning victims he left to die. One of the foolish kids who had tried to save them only made the building burn faster.
His right index finger sprung up into the air, within the same motion the same finger had snapped together. "That's it...I believe now is the time to find a new place to destroy. For many years the fools who had lived on this planet have ruined it. The world is to dirty and it appears that I am the only one to be cleaning it up and ridding it of this plague we call human exsistance. Hopefully no one will get in my way this time, or they just might find their body ten feet under. Atleast that would be an ideal place for those worthless scum to live." Rias left out a hearty laugh.
His hands settled down onto the hilts of his blades. Rias eyes shifted around the room of his home to give one last check if he needed to bring anything else with him. He knew that already, besdies having his arms and armor on that he had two viles of black dragon tar on hand. "That's all I should really need before I settle out...anything I need to eat I'll kill." With his last few words, Rias stepped towards a small table which sat next to his front door. A large glass bottle sat there, glemmering as if it was something from another world. When all it turned out to be was just a bottle of whiskey. His right hand tighten grip as his fingers had wraped across the neck of the bottle, only to bring it to pocket with inside of his cloak. His hand brought itself out for the cloak, wrapped along the knob of his door, as it turned the noise whined with the sound of old rusted metal shifting against each other. His arm pushed slightly to free the door from it's trapped position, and out the door he left.
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DamienLucra
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Post by DamienLucra on Apr 2, 2005 21:19:49 GMT -5
Damien yawned as he curled up for the night in the fork of a branch high above the ground. Concentrating for a minute, a small flame guardian burst into life on the branch, watching vigilantly over him, it's cool blue flames not even burning the wood. "Watch over me until daylight... If something comes, awaken me and vanish, your job done. You shall receive your reward soon after." With that, he promptly falls asleep wondering with the last few moments of consciousness if anything out of the ordinary would happen. After a few minutes all that could be heard was Damien snoring quietly, with his hand on his sword hilt.
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Post by Xiang Seunsom on Apr 15, 2005 9:55:33 GMT -5
"Huhhh... huhhh..." Xiang's body had collapsed against one of the trees she'd passed, her breathing heavy and rather chaotic. The long travel seemed to have taken her a bit farther than she would have liked. She sank slowly toward the ground, using the tree to guide her rump. As the leaves crackled beneath her bum, she set aside a hefty looking bag, as well as a leathered cantine. She waited a moment, her head resting back against the tree causing small pieces of bark to fall into her straight black locks of hair. After taking a brief moment's rest, Xiang lifted her arms and pulled roughly at the front of her thick kimono unveiling part of her chest allowing herself to breath easier. Her skin was very pale and lightly beaded with sweat. The dark purple gown that covered all but her sandle-bearing feet seemed rather unusual for the area that she'd been traveling through. In fact, it was partly why she'd gotten off the trail, heading straight through the wooded area on her own.
Without opening her eyes, Xiang reached a single hand over into her bag, digging through its conents making as little noise as possible until finding what she looked for. She pulled out a fairly small dark vile, obviously containing some sort of potion. She carefully pulled out the vile's cork and brought it to her lips to take a sip of its contents. She quickly pushed the cork back into place and dropped both her hands into her lap, starring deeply into the insides of her eyelids, delving into meditation.
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