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Tower of Gaia

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Fri Dec 22, 2006 12:44 am

The Tower of Gaia. The name was often spoken in the same half-awed, half-amused tones used on the subject of ghosts or a higher power. All three had their believers and their skeptics, their tiny shreds of "evidence" for or against, their own ultimate treasures. For spirits, it was life beyond the grave. For religion, it was supreme happiness for all eternity. For the Tower, it was human desire.

In the rumors and the supposedly authentic ancient texts regarding the Tower of Gaia, three distinct rooms were outlined. As none of the three were named within the texts, they were labeled by people to encompass that which they were supposed to contain.

The Library was rumored to be the most complete gathering of knowledge, both human and otherwise, in existence. There is no one single speculation as to just how that is so, but the two most popular rumors are that it is just as its name implies -- a vast, all-encompassing library, or that it contains a being or item that bestows all manner of knowledge to those who locate it.

The Armory contains, as its name would suggest, the most powerful weaponry in existence. Again, there is no single definition for this room, but the belief that there is one single all-powerful weapon is more widely accepted than the belief that there are multiple weapons contained in the room.

The Doorway is the final and most mysterious -- and, of course, most highly sought after -- of these rooms. It is said to be contained at the very heart of the castle, though which part of the castle this refers to is unclear. This room is rumored, simply, to be a medium to the afterlife, though whether it is more like a door, allowing people to pass back and forth, or merely a window through which to view and perhaps speak with the dead is undecided.

So if this tower were to exist, surely someone would have found it, as powerful as it is supposed to be. Unfortunately, things are not so easy; the texts describe the Tower as being very heavily defended, though the exact nature of the defenses isn't common knowledge; only those with direct access to the texts no this part of the riddle.

The group currently in possession of the texts (which comprise three books: The Path. The Guard, and The Goal) is known simply as The Empire. The group is monarchical, and its King is not an overly bad man. He is cold and calculative, to be certain, but he is not a tyrant. As such, he has managed to keep his rule through comparison to other, less kind leaders, which encompassed nearly all of his predecessors. His political views are irrelevant, as are all of his ideals and goals save for one: He believes in the Tower of Gaia. As such, one of his more calculative and less warm-hearted tendencies is displayed: He has sent prisoners -- violent murderers and thieves in particular -- in to find the tower. Additionally, he permitted soldiers and a few gifted civilians to tag along, as well, to keep the prisoners in line. The benefit to finding the tower was, of course, that if they found the Tower, they would reap the benefits, and additionally, the prisoners would be granted full pardon.

Killers and rapists let loose on the good people merely for the acquisition of power.

OOC: The initial setting will be on the boat heading toward the continent the Tower is suspected to be on. People are welcome to play any role that fits, though I would like to have at least 5 Empire-based Tower-hunters at the start. Standard rules apply: no God modding, no meta-gaming, etc. Basically, follow The Creed, with the exception of Rule #5. In this instance, racists and other such folks are to be expected with the type of characters being played.

A basic profile is all that is required; it is up to the player to decide how much or little to reveal off the bat.
STAVE: Commala-come-ki,
There's a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.

RESPONSE: Commala-come-ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Dec 22, 2006 3:06 am

Name:Faolan O'Boylan
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165 lbs
Sex: Male
Rank: Ward
Hair: Dirty blond, long
Cloth: Standard Empire Army soldiers uniform.
Bio: Faolan is the new kid in the squad. He's the quiet kid in who spends most of his time in the back of the boat wood crafting. So far he's made a horse, a tiny soldier, and no friends.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nils on Fri Dec 22, 2006 3:27 am

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Empire Soldier
Age: 30
Eyes: Black
Skin: Black
Hair: Black, in many tiny braids.
Height: 6'3
Weight: 155 lbs.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Blade Experticella on Fri Dec 22, 2006 4:14 am

name:Turner Chucks (likes being called TC for some odd reason.)
age: much as he can figure out about 30 years ago.
height:Never measured it but about two wooden brew kegs set on on top another.
weight:Never have seen a scale either before but about average.
sex:yes...male
status:prisoner for stealing anything thats not locked down
overall appearence:Oddly for being a thief he is well-groomed because TC learned at a young age people would trust him more just for being clean, and with their trust then he could steal them blind a lot easier.
Background:his first memories were being raised by a group of Nomads who taught him how to pick-locks and steal. No one really remembered where he came from because he was just there. Lived a life of traveling because he was always on the run from the soldiers and people he had ripped off. Untill he stole from the wrong Duke and was arrested and put in prison. Which is how he now finds himself, sea sick and hungry on a boat. Sent off to some tower for the king to find a tower of some importance. One thing was centered in his mind...a full pardon! It would be so great to have a clean record. But then thoughts of treasure flooded his mind.

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Name: Hax Al'rien
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Status: Prisoner; Incarcerated for the murder of two soldiers of the Empire and the brutal assault and attempted murder of a local magistrate. Sentenced to death by hanging, later resentenced to his current assignment.

Obvious Equipment: Nothing

Appearance: Hax stands only slightly taller than average at 6'1, and is of a powerfully compacted build. His hair is an unnatural shade of bright red, recently cut to a short, spikey sort of crop. His eyes are a deep, murkey green -- most of the time. Occasionally, and seemingly for no apparent reason, they have reverted for brief periods of time to the same shade as his hair.

Currently, he wears very little clothing; a set of ragged trousers that are frayed at the bottom, a simple stretch of leather to keep them held up, and a sleeveless shirt that extends just below waist-level. This shirt gives way to the multitude of scars on his left arm -- or rather, the one giant, seemingly patternless scar on his left arm. On his right arm, just above the bicep, as though to balance this scar, is a surprisingly detailed brand of a phoenix in flight.

Abilities: When the magistrate was found, he was only just alive, having suffered severe burns. However, it is unknown whether these were inflicted by a physical means, or if Hax is capable of wielding fire.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Faithy on Fri Dec 22, 2006 4:27 pm

Oh, I'm totally into this. :]

Name: Isis Reign
Age: 21
Gender:Female
Status: Prisoner. Isis is an ex-stripper who used her gifts of seducing men to lead them into a sex-induced death. There’s more than meets the eye with this chica and hence the reason for her being pushed into the unwelcome assignment.

Physical Description: Beautiful emerald eyes peer intently out between elongated lashes, which begin black but as they extend out, lighten to a reddish shade. Strands of faintly wavy crimson locks flutter against the sides of her bronze face, the rest spreading out across her shoulders in order to rest against her lower back. Even if one were to look closely, not a single imperfection could be seen anywhere on her flesh, save the sporadically placed freckles across her nose. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. At first impression, the very young looking female would appear too dainty to be a fighter. Those that thought that were instantaneously slaughtered, their bodies thrown in ravines that only the buzzards visited. Standing at five foot eleven, her exotic frame is often used as a form of seduction. Every curve and strategically placed body part is there for a reason and she uses her looks as a deceiver. Beneath the feminine flesh reins a beast that’s waiting patiently to be unleashed, figuratively speaking that is. Though she doesn’t have bulky muscles, every inch of her is toned.

When forced to attend balls or other elegant engagements, Isis will most likely slip on a tight fitting, curve flattering black strapless black dress that floats just barely below her thighs, leaving little to imagination. However, on normal occasions she parades around in a black deeply scooped dress shirt, which shows off her perfectly shaped breasts and rests just below her buttocks. The front closes with a silver zipper that runs from the very bottom to the top. Beneath the shirt is a pair of shorts that goes down a little past the shirt. She alternates the shorts with a pair of jeans, which flaunt her luscious curves. Finishing out the outfit is a pair of black thigh high boots with five inch chunky heels that show off just how long and toned her legs truly are. When she’s wearing her jeans, she also wears a body fitting armor that although looks thin, it is very durable and can withstand a lot.

She has a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her waist. The butterfly colors consist of reddish-pink, blue, light blue, black, purple and light purple. Two dragons are tattooed on the back of each shoulder-blade, the two tats mirroring the other perfectly. The right one has the energy kanji symbol while the left has the power kanji symbol. The main parts of the dragons are red, though they are outlined in black. Each of the kanji symbols is black with red outlines. The last tattoo she has is the kanji symbols of her human servants name; Jason. The name is tattooed across her right wrist.

Dangling down from a silver chain is a three tiered diamond pendant each jewel wrapped in pure silver. On her left wrist is a pure silver watch, the face of it analog style. On her left thumb, she wears a silver ring with a butterfly that stands out, the colors matching her tattoo perfectly. When she wears her hair up, in braids, or pigtails, she fastens it with silver clips. A pair of sleek silver sunglasses dons the top of her head; the lenses are a reflective metallic blue shade.

Personality Description: The moment Isis was born, her mother announced that her little angel had been brought forth to save her father. Mainly however, her personality all depended on who was asked. Those that hated or feared her indicated that she was a sadomasochistic bitch, who tortured anyone that got in her way. She was more of a sadist than a masochist though. They also stated that she fed off the fear and lust of her victims and had a very wicked mind. Her friends claimed that while she was firm and at times an unforgiving individual she could be trusted to protect their lives with whatever means necessary. Her bastard of a father claimed she was a whore because of the way she acted and dressed.

Equipment:

** Specialized gauntlets ** Isis prides herself on her perfectly sculpted hands so, often times when she’s in a brawl, she’ll wear the gauntlets that were given to her as a birthday gift. Instead of having solid fingers, there are claws for each digit. The claws can be detached in order to shoot out at her opponents. The blades are always sharp and clean themselves automatically.

** Scimitar Short Swords ** Two of a kind, these swords fit snuggly in each of her boots, the hilts resting against her thighs. The short blade has a pronounced recurve, and the pommel and guard are hand-dimpled for texture.

** Dagger ** She also has the dagger she used to kill her father. This special memorable weapon is kept against her back, the straps hooking into her belt, which also holds her sword.

** Long Sword ** This sword is rather plain, with a straight but reinforced blade. It is held in a spine sheath that hooks around her arms as well as into her belt. Her long hair covers up the hilt of it, keeping it completely hidden until it’s needed.

** Bag ‘o torturing tools ** Again, as it states, a bag full of tools that she implements when torturing someone whether it be for information or just pleasure.

Skills, powers and abilities:

The best kind of a ‘prise is a surprise! Undisclosed information. :]

Character History: Since the moment Isis was born, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with distain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother was the only caring immediate family member she had. If Isis was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Isis, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Juliana’s downfall. The jerk hired a hit man to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasn’t a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed Isis, her mother wasn’t as lucky. This forever warped her mind and bit by bit, her personality did a complete turn-around. Hatred filled her broken heart and she began taking it out on family members and anyone else that deemed it their business to make her life difficult.

When she turned eighteen, it was decided that the man that called himself her father was going to die. Every night around eight O’clock he settled himself down in the den, drank many glasses of his own special formula while his hired prostitutes would pleasure him on his command. Isis knew that around midnight, he would be passed out drunk and the bitches would be long gone, each locating a servant to cure their horny bodies. So, it was around one that the vengeful female made her way into his room with torturous thoughts rampaging through her mind. To keep him from moving, she tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts. Once she was confident that he was secure, she gagged his mouth with a pillow case. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for her if he was awake, Isis slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by her. This of course pleased her immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldn’t and though he didn’t quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed. Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, Reign traced it down her father’s neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon her face and without warning; she cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Whatever was going through his mind wasn’t even close to what was drifting through hers. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, she had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as she could while cutting down to his navel. Blood spewed from the wound, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more she cut, the more he shouted and begged for her to stop. His pathetic sound made her want to do more, which she did. The sheets, floor, and of course her body was covered in crimson goodness. Since the area around his intestines was shredded, she decided it’d be fun to disembowel him, and so she did. Once his guts were spewed outside of his body, she moved back to his chest. Repositioning the knife above his heart, the sadist made a crude circle. Taking her sharp nails, she ripped out the flesh until the exposed beating organ could be seen. Realizing it was hidden behind the ribcage, Isis quickly broke the bones in her way, yanking them out of her way. Reaching down, she yanked it out, holding it in her hand for a brief second. Sneering at his dying form, Isis slammed the heart down to the ground, smooshing it with a chair.

Leaving his dead corpse, Isis calmly walked into her bathroom, showering in order to clean the blood off her. After she was clean and dry and of course, dressed in sleeping clothes, she called the police. She was able to convince them that a revengeful associate of her father had entered his room and killed him. They of course believed her and she soon inherited everything. The house was burned and a brand new mansion was built in its place. It was during this time that the second part of her life began and there wasn’t a day or night that went by that she didn’t have someone else’s blood on her hands. She had a gift for killing and used it along with her obsession with torturing to keep her life interesting. It went wonderfully until she was stripping for someone that had tied to the Empire. When she went to torment him before slaughtering him, she found herself being arrested and sentenced to a most violent death. It was only when they took a look at her true skills, not just that of a stripper/slaughterer did they decide to force her to partake in the hunt for the Tower.

******And yes, the tat is actually mine. :]******

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:23 pm

Name:None
Nickname:{[(The Deathmaster)]} name given by every major power because of his destruction to their armies
Hair color:White
Hair type:Long
eye color:Pure red
skin color:human white
race:Demon
height: 9"3'
wight:300 lbs.
Cloth:A full body magic cloak that hide the armor spikes and his Right arm's size
armor:Shoulders:Spike on right shoulder:Color:Red with Black spike
Arm/Right:bulky metal armor with spiked knuckles and elbow :Color:Red with Black Spikes
Arm/left:Light Chain link armor:color:White:Color:
Torso:White plate mail armor with a picture of a Red Demon in the middle and 5 bundled spikes coming out of the top of the back:Color:White
Legs: plate mail with spiked knees:Color:White
Feet:White Plate mail with blunte
blunt toe end
Right Arm:Muscular
Rest of his body is normal sized
age:Unknown
Gender:Male
occupation:Wanted demon
Main Weapon:Nebula Blade With Star hilt http://www.ing.iac.es/PR/newsletter/news5/m31colour.jpg
held in the Right hand
secondary weapon:Random (MAkes a random weapon appear out of thin air in his right hand when he loses his nebula blade)
skills/powers:Most unknown
known powers:Fire Strike:By SLicing the air the blade makes an arc of fire that attacks the enemy.
Ice Stomp:Freezes the ground against the demon
Teleoprt:Sends the demon up to 2 miles
Power steal:Steals the energy from the target but leaves the target alive.
Predict:Uncontrollable power that sees into the future
Energy Shield:The energy shield activates when the demon is attacked and lasts for 5 minutes of non-stop attacks and takes 30 minutes to recharge
Appearance:Looks human
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:42 pm

Name: Akushitsu (Vicious) Fuzen (Sin)
-Nick: Fuze

Age: 21

Height: 6 ft.

Weight: 180 lbs.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Status: Prisoner

Clothes: He wears a black cloth mask covering his face, but leaving a wide slit across the top allowing his eyes to view out clearly. He wears a loose black shirt, and black jeans. Over his clothes and his weapons, he wears a loose black cloak.

Appearance: His hair is a good 9 inches long, and lets it hang loosly whereever it may, but is usually conceled under his mask. He stays in black, because he prefers the shadows. He was trained by a Japanese clan to be a stealthy assassin, and has become accustomed to working well in the dark. His build is muscular and his body is well toned, though his muscles do not bulge keeping his body lighter, giving him an edge of speed. He generally stays aloof and silent, preferring to do things his own way. He is easily identified by having the japanese symbol of hell painted across his left cheek.

Family: Unknown.

Occupation: Trained to be a skilled swordsmen and an assassin. Becomes hired help when he needs money.

Weapon: His weapon of choice is his katana, sheathed across his left hip. He uses 6 shurikens and one dagger during multi-assassinations. The shurikens sheathed along his left thigh in a case strapped around his leg. The dagger's sheathe is strapped across his right thigh.

Bio: He was never told who his parents were, or what happened during his infancy. It is believed that he was kidnapped from a prominent family in Tokyo, but these were based on fragments of rumors he had overheard about himself in later days. The one question he wonders is why he was kidnapped. As far back as he could remember, he was in a large Japanese Clan bent on domination of all of Japan. At an early age he was being trained in the art of killing. His temper was usually uncontrollable, and led to devestating destruction instead of voicing his anger. This is when the clan named him. His nickname was fuze, because he was always a bomb waiting to explode. When he was able to control his anger, he was very respectful. He was very loyal to the clan. Despite this, they never told him who his parents were, or anything about his family. Later in his early teens, he flamed into a rage when his closest friend in the clan was killed during a raid on a rival clan. While the clan members restrained him from blindly charging into the opposing clan, he grabbed hold of a dagger slaughtered 3 of the 5 holding him down. Because of this he was considered to uncontrollable, and expelled from the clan. After his event, he condemmed himself from society, no longer making anymore friends. His beliefs told him friends were considered a weakness. Having nothing or noone to care about made him even more rutheless. He is rumored to have been responsible for thousands of deaths, but his constant wandering made it difficult to track him. The only description known of him was the symbol of hell on his left cheek. To keep him from being identified, he keeps himself fully covered. Presently he wanders to a new town in the middle of a forest where he believes he can find food, money, and fresh blood.

The Present: He eventually came upon The Empire where rumors had it that they possessed texts which would lead him to the Ultimate Weapon. This was a prize that any warrior would crave and drove him into the sprawling city. However his bad behavior followed him and with lack of money meant robbery, lack of patience led quickly to murder, and lack of sex led to rape. He plagued the city for many weeks and was often found in bars either robbing the patrons, killing those who resisted, or raping upstairs. By now he had made a name for himself and the few bounty hunters that sought after him never returned. Eventually he instilled such a fear in the populace that the King's guard went after him, and after a grueling three hour battle that left many soldiers and civillians dead he was finally struck with an arrow to the left calf from behind and then overwhelmed. He was sentenced to torture till death, but fortunately for him the sentence was lifted to send him on the journey towards the Tower of Gaia. Who better to stand a chance against any physical tribulation? His weapons were stripped from him and soon he was flung onto the boat headed for a distant continent.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lisolette Della Torre on Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:55 pm

Though I have RPed several times, when registering here at this site I had every intention of getting a fresh start. Thus, Lisolette is a level one bard, and I wish to play her as such. I think this is a great RPG to get her “life� started with. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. View the extensive bio (still under works) here.

Name: Lisolette Della Torre (which ironically means Lisolette of the Tower)
Female
Age: 19
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair: Short and brown
Eyes: Brown
Clothing: Flexible cloth pants and soft performing shirts with calf high leather boots.
Bio: Lisolette is an aspiring bard, and currently an apprentice of Reclow, a mediocre, small town bard. He has sent her along to record the events, help, and keep a close eye on those searching for The Tower. She is to record everything to report to The Empire. She is hoping she will witness the discovery of the Tower and be the one to retell the enchanting story, instantly catapulting her career as a renowned bard.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu Mar 01, 2007 8:56 pm

OOC: My apologies, you lot. I'm going to get this up and running as soon as I possibly can. Mayhap even tonight, if we're lucky.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nils on Sun Mar 04, 2007 1:47 am

OOC: I guess we weren't lucky. ) :

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Sun Mar 04, 2007 1:51 am

Hey doesnt somebody just need to post?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nils on Sun Mar 04, 2007 2:01 am

OOC: I don't know. Let's just spam until someone does. SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Sun Mar 04, 2007 3:33 am

Out somewhere in the middle of the ocean was a raft. The raft was barley big enough to hold the massive demon and his blade and barley had enough food to smeed a small child for a month. The Deathmaster had just escaped the grasp of one of the biggest kingdoms and was almost destroyed, but managed to get away on a small raft.

Even this puzzled him. The small raft versus 500 Giant Battleships with high powered cannons firing at him he managed to get away half alive but not at all dead. "Life is the most confusing thing to understand." He said to himself "The more you try to understand it the less you know, you research and you lose more knowledge on the matter. For some reason those who do not try to understand the universe become the wisest of men, and build empires from a gold piece. Thos who claim that they are in fact wise men can start out with a mansion and end up on the streets as a town idiot. Those with great modesty live fair lives neither gaining nor losing. A wise, unknown man once said:The wisest man is a fool in true eyes of those who claim to be the poorest of the poor' Humanoids and any creature they meet should not try to figure out how life works but instead let life work them."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sun Mar 04, 2007 1:28 pm

He sat, head set low, hands hanging loosely between his legs, on the deck of the ship. Between his clothes and his silent, seemingly asocial manner, the only thing that separated him from any common bum was the fresh haircut. It had been his one request when being sent out here: A haircut. He offered no explanation as to why, and no one seemed to be concerned enough to force one out of him.

His name was Hax Al'rien. He was a murderer. He had killed two men for doing their job, and had attempted a third. He did not pity the guards he had murdered. They were protecting an avaricious tyrant, and they knew it. It was their choice. He did not pity their families. They knew what had been going on. Indeed, his only regret was that he had failed to kill the magistrate. He could have died a happy man had he achieved that.

Instead, he was on some asinine mission for the very government he'd been so opposed to to help them get stronger. The question had often occurred to him over the last few days as to just why he went along with it. He could have thrown himself overboard, burnt the ship down, done something to hinder this, but he didn't. The only answer his troubled mind could produce was that he had not yet done anything of consequence. He refused to let himself die without taking some chunk of the Empire with him.

He rose slowly, using his hands more than his legs to push himself upward, his eyes drifting toward the front of the boat. There was no distortion along the horizon, no faint flicker that might indicate land. All around them, it was flat nothingness, and such was why he hated the sea. He sighed, leaning against the ship's port rail, his eyes remaining locked on the forward horizon. From his lips came four words, so childish in nature that it might have been difficult to believe such a seemingly solemn man would utter them, even if they were in jest.

"Are we there yet...?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:39 pm

Hours later after saying this small preaching to himself he saw a ship floating on the Horizon. He stood up to see it better and when he confirmed it wasnt debris or a hallucination he picked up his robes with his giant arm and put the robe on to disguise his arm. "Finally Im not stuck here anymore!" He shouted to himself as he clutched the raft. "3..2..1..!" he counted as he built up power to teleport himself on to the ship. He suceeded but teleported about 20 feet over the boat and landed hard and fast. "I'm okay!" He shouted as he stood himself up "Is anybody else okay?!"

PS this is on Hax Al'rien's ship
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Mon Mar 05, 2007 1:58 pm

Faolan O'Boylan, this was his first mission under the Empire. It was his destiny to become a soldier. He knew it the day he could think coherently. He was to serve the King like his father, and his fathers father. Anyone who could hold peace needed protection.

He let his head drop as his eyes took a quick look over the wooden deck a foot below his feet. Faolan was perched upon a railling at the stern.

He could feel the golden glow wash over him as he pulled a little piece of wood from his pocket followed by a small knife. So far the miniature resembled a human, but it did not have enough detail to suit Faolan yet.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:52 pm

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Name: Jonathon Starlios
Age: 23
Height: 6’0�
Sex: Male
Weight: 200lbs
Skin color: a dark brown.
Hair, Bald...
Clothes: A blue shirt, with strange green light armor on top, while his pants are made of a strange woven cloth, black in color which resembles sailcloth.
Background: A sword wielder, from some out of the way farming village, this young man had always had an interest in archeology, and the quest for the Tower would be any archeologist’s dream. His father had told him of the glory of the Empire, and h decided to follow his advice, and go on the quest. The man went away from his home, waving goodbye to his younger sister, and his kid brother, his only surviving family after the last plague devastated the village.

Odd equipment: “The sickle� When Jonathon was bored o n the farm, he modified his sickle, a farmer’s traditional implement, with several upgrades. The blade was made of a strange ore that he had made, and it is now attached to a strong Iron chain, which leads to a short yard long staff which he useless as a long range weapon.

“The sword� A relic from his father, a Retired imperial army solider, and the sword has a longer length, than a standard broad sword, which makes it almost unwieldy to a standard trained trooper. Jonathon has used this to make his attack s

Magic: Well, one shall see…

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Mon Mar 05, 2007 10:01 pm

Jonathon was not used to the sea, its rolling feeling like an constant period of Earth shake, but he sighed as he looked upon the sea “Imagine,� he said as he smelt the salt air “If man could swim to the bottom of the seas, and find out its mysteries�. He ignored that thought, as he walked toward the side, to see a small ship breaking upon the giant sail vessel’s bow. He laughed, as he looked upon a woman’s face, and waved. “Hello Madame. “he said in a loud voice to overcome the sounds of the ship. “So what brought you on this trip?�

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Faithy on Mon Mar 05, 2007 11:53 pm

Emerald orbs glanced out towards the endless sea with slight irritation. It was easy to ignore the guards and the others on the boat but it was also boring. Still, at this point in time she didn’t really care who any of them were. Well to be honest, that wasn’t one-hundred percent true, like it mattered at the moment. Stretching her fingers out in front of her, Isis wiggled them in entertainment. Moving the digits towards her face, the stripper rubbed her eyes a bit. Dropping her hand back down to her lap, the 21 year old finally took it upon herself to peer at the rest of the potential slackers that were on the same boat as her. Obviously she didn’t care about the guards, that much was a no brainer.

“No way…�

Of course she said that silently to herself because she didn’t want the guards to hear a damn thing from her mouth. Sliding to her feet, Reign made her way across the length of the boat until reaching the front of the boat. Almost in a mocking manner, she leaned her slender exotic form against the railing beside a male with bright red hair. He of course was staring out across the sea almost as if he was looking for land. If he was who she thought he was, then it wouldn’t be surprising if he was looking for land. Allowing a smirk to cross her exquisite face, Isis had to bite back a laugh at his comment.

“Well if it isn’t Hax Al’rien. My, my, this is a small world after all.

Sliding a few fingers through her crimson strands, Isis gazed over towards him. Winking a bit, she then turned to stare at the guards noting as they stepped back away from the two of them. Shrugging a little while taking in the rest of the people on the ship, Reign yawned in boredom before peering at some strange man in a boat, signaling for them to come rescue him or something. At least she knew someone on the boat, which meant things were probably going to get really interesting, just like the last time the two of them were together.

“Yeah dad… are we there yet?�

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