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Homdale: On a dying planet.

Homdale: On a dying planet.

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Your character awakes on a strange desolate planet, where the oceans are dry and whats left of what looked to be forests, are all but dead. (FULL)

1,592 readers have visited Homdale: On a dying planet. since The Heliumite created it.

Introduction

After drifting through time and space, you awaken on a strange desolat planet. You awaken to see nothing but gold, brown and red soil covering all that the eye can see. Barren ocean bottoms, and dried out rivers, dead forests and what would appear a lifeless planet. You can see a strange tower on the horizon. A tall black tower that shoots straight into the sky, the top covered by clouds. This may be salvation. This might be an answer to how you arrived here. You are not alone on this quest though. Others, like yourself also awoke on this strange planet and can see the tower in the distance. Everyone must make there way to this tower in order to find answers. Whether it be traveling through the deep sands, or the dead ocean floors, or even the dead forests, everybody's paths must cross at this tower.
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When you arrive at this tower and learn you were not the only person to be brought, or transported here, you and your new friends soon learn that that this tower has no entrance or exit, but it puts off a strange energy that everyone can feel and that there are enigmatic forces at hand that are dying to get off this planet as much as the characters themselves do.
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Toggle Rules

Try to refrain from using the word FUCK as much as you can please. I have nothing against the word, as i use it on a daily baises in the real world. It dose not belong here is all.
-When your character enters the world of Homdale, please be descriptive with what he or she sees. Explain who he or she is. This description can be as long as the player wants. This should be the only post that can be longer than that of a paragraph or two. Thank you!
-Make any character, but please make it fit the role play!
-No taking control of other characters.
-When posting, write what you feel is enough. The length of the post is not a big deal. Write what you want, just dont go too crazy!
-Everyones character must have a reason to be here. In the story you must come up with a reason or a purpose.
- NO GOD MODDING
- Needs to be Past tense 3rd person limited.
-And Above all else, HAVE FUN!

Character Creation
There are no specific character classes needed in the role play. Remember, that your character that you bring here can be from ANYWHERE. Time and space have brought you all here for a reason, a purpose. Your character can be from Modern time earth, or another being from a far off galaxy, or even a character from a far off mythical land. Just please, do to god mod your character. Don't "OP he or her.
-We need Males.
-We need Females.
-We need Creatures of different planetary worlds.

The Combat Rules
-Under no circumstance can we kill each other. Sure we can hate each other, but let's not forget that we were all brought here for a reason. Why would we kill each other if each of us is seeking something unexplainable?
-One hit kills are expectable, so long as your character description states what he or she is skilled in and if the skill set makes sense for the OP kill.
-Blowing stuff up is allowed, depending on what is going on in the RP.

-There will be time when we as a group will encounter the Enigmatic forces of this strange place. And it is up to you and your specialties that you provide with your character that will stop them. Whether it be:
-Dueling
-Group Combat
-Ship/Spacecraft battles
Anything can and will happen on Homdale. It is only a matter of time when it happens. So prepare.

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The Unknown

The Unknown by The Heliumite

You awaken on a strange desolate planet.

The Black Citadel

The Black Citadel by The Heliumite

The black tower that all characters can see on the horizon of the barren, dry sands of Homdale.

Ah'bur: The Dead City

Ah'bur: The Dead City by The Heliumite

The last known city on Homdale. Dead and lifeless like everything thing else on the planet, something evil roams about here.

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The sand that surronds Al'therin burns. Burns so bad that he wakes from his slumber. Opening his eyes, he can see nothing but bright fuzzy light and red all around. After about a minute his eyes begin to finally focus. He can see nothing but barren sands, mountains afar and a dead forest only a couple miles away. He attempts to stand, struggling to use his feet. Al'therin dose not know how long he was sleeping for. He dose not even remember what life was before he arrived on this strange place. All he knows is his name, but tries desperately to jog his memory to remember how he was even named to begin with. Nothing comes to his mind. He tries once again to get on his feet and stand.
"Ooph, this is harder than it seems" Al says to himself. "One would think standing would be an ease to accomplish." Al'therin notices that not only is it hard to stand, but his skin is raw and tender to the touch. He is very badly sun burned even for his tanned skin. He notices the trees. "Shade." Al'therin says to himself.
"I have to make it to that tree line, and fast. "Al'therin struggle to his feet, but manages to do so. The feeling of standing is strange and off set feeling. But he puts one foot in front of the other. The feeling in his legs return after seconds of walkings. Al'therin then notices that he has a knife tucked in the front of his sash. He stops, takes it out, and stares intently on it. The jewels and gemstones that are embedded in the hilt sparkle in the sun, and reflect colors of red, green, blue and purple on Al'therins face. The blade is curved and neatly serrated near the hilt.
"This is a beautiful blade." Al tell himself. "I do wonder how i acquired such a thing." Al tucked it back in his sash, this time to the left side to avoid stabbing himself. The blade had no sheath to it. On he walked for what seemed like miles. He was wearing a robe when he awoke, the color or red and purple. He took it off, ripped it into multiple peaces and began to wrap his his for-arms. Next were his legs. His legs were never exposed to the sunlight, but he warped his boots up to his shins in robe wrappings to prevent unwanted sand to fall in his boots. He took the last peace of wrapping and wrapped his face and head, letting his hair pock out the bottom, still shoulder length. He wore a light white shirt in the shape of a buttoned up vest. His boots were made of leather.
He makes it to this dead barren forest and sits for a time, thankful for the little shade that the dead trees have to offer. After a short time, he brings himself back to his feet. He stands in place and wonders if maybe he's actually dead? Maybe this is why he has no memory of his past? He stares out on the horizon on the edge of the dead forest, and notices a tall black shaft. This thing, or tower if you will, is so tall that it reaches to the sky, so the top is unseeable.
"What i would give for a sack of water. Everything around me is dead. No rivers, no streams. I doubt there are even oceans around and if there is, that to is probably dead and lifeless." Al then feels a surge through his body. A feeling that he thinks he has never felt in his lifetime. It urges im to go forward, to enter this Tower, and find salvation. He hopes it brings salvation... He proceeds to the east, through the dead forest and out into the desert again. His destination is the tower...

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The Journey that seemed so close, ended up being a days walk at most. Like most deserts, it was bloody hot in the day and would chill you to the bone at night. This desert did the same, but the effects also felt like it doubled at that. Al'therin could see the tower. It was visible by night from the brightness of the three strange moons the planet had in orbit. In the morning he would arrive at his destination. The night was freezing. Sleeping was almost an impossibility. He knew that the more one would shiver, the more warmth that would person would create. That didn't seem to be working to well for Al. There was a bitter wind coming from the west, so even trying to stay warm didn't help when cold air was beating down on Al's head and down the openings of his vest.
"Damn this cold." Al said. "Damn it all." He stared at the tower again with nothing but the sound of wind in the background. No animals or insects, or even humanoids for that matter. He fell asleep, with the last thing he looked at being the tower.

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Golden awakens, startled by a bead of sweat that has fallen from her brow. Confused she stands, shaking sand and sweat from her shimmering fur. Golden growls at the sand and the sunβ€”this is nothing like she has ever experienced before.

Golden and her pack mates dwell in a thick tropical forest where the trees grow to mountainous sizes and the sun is rarely seen. She was not even aware of the concept of sand until now. She tries licking it finding it dry and hot in her mouth. It sticks to her tongue and makes her pant with thirst. At least she blends in this arid place. On her home world her color was always a nuisance. She always stood out to much and prey could see her golden coat from afar. It was her packs curse and she was often bullied because of it.

Thinking of her pack she whined, worried about where they could be. They may not always treat her fairly but they were her only family and she had lived with them her entire life. Her eyes start to burn from the bright sun but she can make out what she mistakes for a large tree on the horizon. It is thinner and blacker than any tree she had ever seen but a strange tree was better than this sand and smouldering sun.

As is normal for her race she set off on four legs. Morphings tend to only take on their human shape while performing certain tasks. With the sun burning her back she moved as fast as she could bear, finding that the pads of her feet were quickly becoming covered in blisters from the heat. Scared and alone she traveled towards the tower, eager to find shade and be reunited with her pack.

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The pulse of his heart thumped heavily in his chest. The blackened shroud that clouded his vision amplified the rhythmic beating inside his head. The pulsing resonated behind his right eye, the pressure was building within his skull.

"V-Vasssiii!", he screamed through the crippling headache. He attempted to swallow the pain but his attempt to power through the dimensionally induced trauma forced a stream of crimson red flowed from his nose. As the pressure released from his head his attitude mellowed drastically.

"V-Vassi....we're not going home for awhile.", he said quietly as his vision began to clear and a landscape of sand and more sand filled his scope. "Do you feel that?", he followed.

Roman could feel a heavy draw from his back, so heavy that it felt as if his very soul yearned to be closer. But to what? He turned around, stumbling, only to find himself gawking in awe of a structure so impressive, he couldn't help but wonder how it had gotten there. The fact that this wasteland was once a living planet was the most probable scenario.

Lifting himself up from the burning sand, he turned to look at his brother, who was still holding his head and kneeling. He could empathize. They had traveled before, but never had the recoil been this intense.
"This might be the future, this might be something comletly different. But if you feel what I feel, then we need to get to that tower as soon as we can. Are you well enough to get some water?", he asked.

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Placing his hand on his head to try and coup with the agony Vas struggled to stand as the recoil of the trip took its toil on him. The beaming sun of their new location showered its blistering rays down upon the ocean of sand they now found them selves stranded in. His hair kept most of the sun from shining on his face, but he could feel its heat beaming down on him like nothing he'd every experienced before. "V-Vasssiii!" His brother's screaming voiced pierced through his pain.

Still to weak to stand Vas separated his fingers without taking them from his face and searched for where the voice originated. Not to far from him he could see a shadowy mirage that appeared to be Roman "B-Brother is....is that you?" he whispered, his voice to weak to carry.

Trying to stand his knees wobbled from the gravitational change. "Brother where have you brought us..." he thought to himself, as he fell back to one knee. He could hear his brothers voice again this time saying "V-Vassi....we're not going home for awhile." Not like we have a home to go back too he said to himself.

After taking a moment to gather some strength he yelled back to his brother Where are we?......and or better yet when are we?. waiting for his voice to travel Vas looked off into the distance only to see a dark tower souring over the sand dunes. Its presence felt as if it were pulling at his very being. His brothers voiced returned snapping him out of his gaze. "This might be the future, this might be something comletly different. But if you feel what I feel, then we need to get to that tower as soon as we can. Are you well enough to get some water?"

Brother do you see any water? Vas' reply hinted of sarcasm. He tries once again to regain his composure, this time managing to on stand on both feet.

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The morning came quicker for Al'therin than he had hoped. How long he had been laying there, he did not know. When he awoke, the sun was directly above him, meaning it wasn't morning, but mid-afternoon. Though he was covered thoroughly with his torn robe trappings to prevent further burns, he had sweat too much while in slumber, leaving him soaked with dehydration. Al'therin quickly sat up to gaze at his surroundings. He was still here, in this dying unknown land.
"I must be dead. I have to be." Al'therin said to himself. "It's a little too hot for heaven though."
Al attempted to stand. He got up with no problem, then keeled over and dry heaved until his gut felt like he was being stabbed, over and over. He took the dagger from his side, just to make sure he really wasn't being stabbed. He sat there for a minute or two until the feeling in his stomach passed. He stood and took another long gaze, to the east, west, south and north. Nothing but a dead, dry barren wasteland. The trees were dead, the rivers were dry, the ocean bottom that he awoke in the first day he was here was dead as well. Even the mountains to the far north looked like the strange red, gold and brown color of the sand here. He was no longer sweating, but it felt like he was. It was a cold feeling. His head was hot. He was getting sick and he was in need of sustenance if was wanting to get better. There was nothing he could do but hasten his travel as quick as he could even in his condition, to the strange tower on the horizon.
On he walked, for hours it seemed like. The tower was directly in front of him. It would not be long until he arrived. He began to pacen up his approach, through the hot sad that was almost blinding to look at from the suns reflection. The tower truly did appear to shoot to the heavens. The closer he was to the tower, the more he could see the top. Stuck in wonder of the strange black structure, Al was not paying attention to his surrounding. He tripped over something with the weight of steel about it. He fell face first in the sand. Feeling dumbfounded, he turned around quickly to see what it was that had made him fall and feel like a fool. He crawled on his hands and knees and picked up what appeared to be a long, curved sword. He was in wonder struck. "What would a blade be doing all the way out here, in a desert for that matter." Al said to himself. "Expertly crafted. The smith put a lot of time and effort into this beauty. Why do I know this?" Al stood back on his feet, the hilt of the blade in his right hand and the tip of the blade itself resting in his left. "How [i]could[/i] I know this? I don't even know myself." He became frustrated with so many questions to ask and no one around to answer them. He Proceeded to walk towards the tower once more, while examining the blade. Again, he stopped. His mind was struck with yet, another question as he read an inscription on the blade, near the bottom towards the hilt. It read, "To my dearest son Al'therin. With love, Sabian." How could this be? This was HIS sword, but he didn't know this. Let alone how to use one. He tried desperately to jog his memory. Lifting his head up, he hadn't realized that he had begun to walk again. He was at the tower. A broken black wall surrounded it. It too looked as if it had been dead for years, just like everything around him was. He brushed the thoughts of the inscription to the side, and fell to his knees. Sword still clutched in his right hand, he took his left and ripped the robe trappings from his head, letting his dark, wavy brown hair blow in the wind. He had done it. He had found his salvation.

"Hello!!" Al'therin yelled. "Anybody there! Hello!" There was no response. No one came to greet him. His hope for salvation was lost. He could feel a fever building up in him. The sickness was getting worse. He fell once again to his knees. Letting exhaustion take over. He glanced to the north and notice two blurry figures. They were approaching the tower as well.
"Hello...!" Al'therin said, putting his left arm out, reaching for them as if they were right in front of him. He collapsed once again from exhaustion and let the fever take over.

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Golden paused to lick her blistered paws. She was nearing the tower but the closer she got the more disheartened she began to feel. This was no tree as she had first thought. It looked to be made of black stone, with no bark or leaves. It was something foreign to herβ€”much like everything else in this land.

Her ears pricked forward at the sound of shouting. As sun burnt as her ears were she was able to pick out two, maybe three voices. She started towards the closest voice, the one that also seemed closest to the tower. She sniffed the air hoping for some clue as to who might be shouting but all she could smell was heat and sand and sweat. Golden had never met a human before and did not know how to identify one.

When she finally came to the foot of the tower she found a figure collapsed in the sand. With her tail tucked and ears backed she inched towards the figure, ready to run at any sign of movement. Her oval pupils narrowed to a slit. In this bright light her eyes were not the best thing to rely on but she was able to figure out that this person had dark brown hair and had his arms and legs wrapped in cloth. When he did not move for a time she inched closer.

She twitched her long tail, hesitant but also overwhelmed by curiosity. At such close range not even her golden fur provided camouflage--unless the collapsed figure was nearly blind. Golden doubted that. Rather than getting any closer and risking harm to herself she projected a thought into the mans mind. Morphings all had this power of communicating however they never used language, only images. This particular image she sent was of her home world. A place with trees that dwarfed the tower they were near, with leaves as big as her. In this projected image she included her pack mates--five other morphings. Three of them with black and brown fur, and two with black. Each of them having their own distinct features in regards to eye color and types of hair.

She doubted that this... other... would have any understanding but it was a chance she was willing to take. At this point the other two, she had decided it was two voices that sounded quite similar, were to far off to concern herself with them.

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Beautiful. Just beautiful. These jungles and forests...are just simply...beautiful.

Al was dreaming. At least he thought he was. He felt an intense stabbing pain in his mind. His brain felt like it was turning to mashed potatoes. He snapped his eyes open. The burning sensation of the sun and hot sand greeted him, hello.

There was a creature stirring about. Al'therin knew this, for as he lay where he was, he could hear something sniffing at him. He dared not move. Even if he tried, he would most likely keel over and vomit once more. He could feel an awful headache forming from the lack of food and liquids. "I don't even remember when the last time i ate was." His best guess was that the creature was hungry. He didn't blame it. Even though Al technicaly can't see the creature, one could only asume he would be eaten. He looked dead. Felt, dead.

He thought to himself for another minute to try and stand, to see what this new visitor really wanted. How could he have not noticed this before? He then thought that maybe those two figures to the north were actually a man and a dog, and that maybe the man is as wonder struck as Al felt that there was other life on in this god forsaken place. He needed to act quickly if what he was wanting to do was going to work. He could feel the sword still clutched in his right hand, his dagger, tucked deeply in the left side of his sash.

Al quickly whirled around on his back, and pointed the blade at the creature. It had four legs and looked as if it were a crossbreed between a wolf and a cat. Its fur was golden.

"What are you! And where have you come from!" Al yelled at the creature. Why was he screaming at a damned animal.

"Get back you! Get back!" Al screamed once more. "I know how to use thi-" He cut him self off. Al grabbed his gut, trying hard to hold in the vomit that he was going to release. He keeled over on his knees.

"Whaaaa!" This time, instead of dry heaving, green and red bile flung out. His insides were taking a turn for the worse. It felt like they were now ripped in half.

"Wa-water. I n-need water-r." Al said, then he fell face first in the sand.
He blacked out.

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The heat felt to be literally draining the life from Vas as he tried to imagine the pain his brother was going threw. They staggered arms around each others shoulders through the golden burnt sienna sand. He could feel his satchel growing heavier with every step which only carried a legal pad of paper and a few wooden pencil's with matching sharpener, and his hair, which had been soaking all his sweat but was now running trails of sweat down his face and into his eye's. As they approach the tower Vas notices a human body laying down in what appears to be his own bodily fluids with a large wolf standing over it.

"Bro it may be the heat.... but that looks like a dead guy and a really big wolf..." he paused for a response while moving the hair from his face with his one free arm. "I for one don't intend on being eaten" reaching for his satchel he pulls out two pencils and holds them side by side in his palm.

Closing his eyes and focusing some of what was left of his energy on the atoms of the pencils, he fuses them together and arranges the natural wood atoms toward the bottom forming a hilt and exposing the graphite core. Next he focused on the carbon that composed the graphite picking up some sand with the same hand and bonding the protons of the sand with the protons of the graphite until each atom of graphite contains 22 protons and has chemically changed into titanium.

Holding his newly crafted titanium shank he thought to himself as they arrived at the tower "Nice Ice pick... what are you gonna do with that, the beasts already killed one person"he thinks to himself

"Still think this is a good idea?" He glances at his brother's answer then takes another look at the body laying in its own blood... or maybe it wasn't blood Vas wasn't sure now that he was up close, if it was, it wasn't the same color as his, meaning the body didn't come from earth, and by the looks of it neither did the wolf.

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( Regarding my last post. My Private messages are not working. This annoys me. I made a very big, big mistake. I read previous posts the wrong way. My last had descriptions that were not right. I have re-done and corrected. I also got WAY to into what i was writing and took control of another character. This WILL NOT happen again. I just want everyone to be happy and have fun. I will leave this up here until the next post.)

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By the reaction of the man Golden felt a growing concern for her own welfare. Not only was he yelling in a language she didn't understand he also drew something shiny. In reaction she immediately backed off, tail between her legs. It was clear he did not understand her intentions. When he collapsed in his own vomit Golden began to understand that he was ill. She cautiously licked at his face. By that time the other two humans were close to the tower and were also making sounds.

Backing away from the collapsed man she moved to the base of the tower and started to dig in the sand. She could not think of anything else that would result in finding water unless the sky suddenly broke open with an unlikely downpour of water. Sending sand flying all around her she removed the hottest layer. The coolness of what lay underneath felt nice on her blistered paws.

It took a long time for her to dig deep enough to find damp sand. By then she was panting heavily and her beautiful fur was growing dark with sweat. She paused to lay in the shadow of tower, placing her head on her paws. Being a Wolf Cat she was rather large compared to the other beings. She wondered how to communicate with them. Golden certainly did not speak their language and projecting images the first time did not seem at all successful.

The others were not large enough for her to fear them but she was still cautious. On her home planet she always felt small when she was with her pack mates.

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Roman's thoughts swayed like a pendulum as he tried to focus on moving towards the spire. He noticed his brother was helping him hold himself up. Normally he would have been disdainful of being cared for by his younger brother, but right now his state only allowed him to focus on the tower's draw.

"Bro it may be the heat.... but that looks like a dead guy and a really big wolf..."
"What does that mean to me? Do you want a pelt?" Roman retorted nasally as he pressed his shirt against his nose. The bleeding was slow but steady now.

Vas remained cautious around the creature. It was hairy, that much Roman had gathered, but he didn't sense any immediate danger. Vas, who had conjured an ice pick, was not so calm. In fact, his demeanor was a lot more aggressive than Roman was comfortable with. That is of course until the sight of Al's body became more than a blurry shade. Roman staggered back a step and fell to his knee, balancing himself with his hands.

"Still think this is a good idea?" said Vas
"Water was a good idea, whatever you're about to do is not."responded Roman now noticing the scene. The man was still breathing slightly, and there were no noticeable flesh-wounds.

"Wake him up Vas." he said after further thought. Vas began to retort, but Roman snapped back assured by his analysis. "Just do what I ask Vassi. This is not the time!" he said as his Russian accent began to slip through his struggling conscious.

After snapping he realized that his brother had come to a similar conclusion, that being this scene was not what they had first thought. The desert land and the dimensional travel had taken a fair toll on him. They were still a good ways from the spire itself, but they could clearly see the city that surrounded it, and the deadness that it held. As Roman's vision sharpened, he could see movement around the base of the spire. It was a creature. It was a horde of creatures. And they were big.

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Unsure of what to do in his current situation, Vas searched his mind for the the answers while still battling the heat stroke about to come over him. Help this random man laying motionless in the sand, or tend to his own needs. These where Vas' options

"Wake him up Vas." Roman demanded. "But we don't know..." Vas began, but he was cut off by his brothers snapping retort. "Just do what I ask Vassi. This is not the time!"

Vas stood in silence for a few moments before getting down and sticking both hands into the sand. Using the only resource available he rapidly vibrated the atoms of the sand until they solidified and formed a bowl of glass. He pulled the newly formed and rather large bowl from underneath the sand and emptied the excess sand from its basin. Next Vas grabbed his hair and rang it dry into the bowl almost filling it with sweat. Next was his shirt and once that was rung dry Vas had enough sweat for his next plan.

"Lets hope this works"He thought to himself.

Sticking both hands into the sweat fill bowl Vas focused on attracting all the sodium atoms to his hands much like a magnet would metal, after about 30 seconds of this he removed his hands along with the impurities from his sweat, leaving only drinkable water left inside the basin. Taking a sip to test the quality he shrugged.

"Eh it will have to do, although I don't taste that bad" Vas cracked a smile at his accomplishment and proceeded over to the motionless body "Hey if you can hear me I have drinkable water... Can you sit up to drink?" Vas kneeled next to the body and held out the bowl of clear liquid. keeping a close eye on the wolf and on his brother who seemed more troubled by the horizon.

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Golden found this strange ability of creating something from almost nothing disconcerting. She liked her idea of digging in the sand until she reached a water table but at the same time she still had to dig deeper. The sand was only damp, not wet yet. The heat was definitely taking its toll on her. She was used to darkness and dampness--everything here was the opposite.

As she continued to dig a low whine came from her throat. She was scared. She didn't know how to connect with any of the others and none of them seemed interested in connecting with her either.

The brothers already had a glass bowl of distilled sweat when brown water started to seep into Golden's sandy hole. She barked happily at the sight of the brown liquid. After lapping up a fee mouthfuls for herself she stood back for the others to admire her work. The water tasted the same as the sand, but it was there, just hidden far underground.

Pleased with her discovery, her long cat tail swayed happily and her tall ears pointed forward. Wolf Cats were always excellent at trusting their own instincts but Golden was rarely rewarded for her efforts. Having found water she now wished to focus on getting hydrated and then figuring out how to communicate with these other beings. She wondered if her secondary form would be more or less threatening, deciding she had little need to take that form here.

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The sun was dropping below the horizon and the heat was quickly turning into a cold all to similar to Roman's native mother Russia. The draw of the tower was now pulsing deep beneath the prismatic sand. The pulses at this distance were irregular, but they came in shallow waves across the sand.

"Sit him up and have him drink. If he won't wake up we need to pick him up and figure out a way to get into that tower." said Roman standing fully aware now with a stoic glare focused at the tower.

I dont know what those things are but they look like trouble. We're going to need all the help we can get.

Almost subconsciously he began to redistribute his mass to his legs, a trick he had learned for competition combat. He used the displaced mass to lift the almost lifeless body onto a nearby stone slab and began a steady march towards the tower.

"And you, creature, if you are of any use you should come along." he continued back at Golden.

The pulses of the sand were coming slower now as the sand went from a deep red to a dark blue. With each one the waves were larger, now plainly visible to everyone. If this pattern continued, they were in for one hell of a trek.

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"Sit him up and have him drink. If he won't wake up we need to pick him up and figure out a way to get into that tower." "A voice! Some one is here! And by god, it would appear they may have water!" Al thought to himself. He attempted to open his eyes. All he could see was brightness, and 2 dark figures. His vision was too clouded to be able to tell if they were human. He could still see that dog, cat thing. It looked harmless. It too was blurry like the other two figures. He fell back into a deep sleep, resting his eyes.

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Vas raised the man's body to a slumped position against the dark mortared brick and pulled his jaw downward to pour the water he conjured.

"Maybe I should try osmosis, force the water into his body" thought Vas as he began to pour.
"It s a simple combination of atoms, and Ive been waiting for a chance to try my power on living objects." as he continued to pour carefully Vas' contemplated atomic transmission, thinking how during the transfer of protons electrons and neutrons there was a chance that neutrons could collided, destroying them selves and causing what ever her was transferring to become radioactive and deadly.

"Oh not to mention if whole atoms collided" Vas shook his head as he finished his thought out loud

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The was refreshing. He could feel the coolness go down his raw, dry throat. It wasn't an instant reliefe, but it helped. He knew he was propped up against something. What it was, he did not know. He assumed the master of the cat dog was the one he aided him. That is, if it was the master. He attempted to open his eyes once more. He say the figure in front of him, and to his surprise, there was more than one. The cat dog was there, though in a hole that it looked like i dug. The man that was facing him was perched on one knee in front of him. His hair looked like that of a bush! His skin was also a brownish tan. There was one other. Behind him sat another dark skinned man. His hair was nothing like this mans, though. There features were very similar.
"They must be related." Al thought to himself.

He didn't know if should say anything to the strangers. But if they were the ones that helped him, he was grateful. He had qustions that need answering as well. He recovered some of his strength, he could tell. It was time to learn of this place.

"I thank you for the drink, friend." Al told the stranger with bushy hair. Speaking again was a nice feeling. But the raw feeling in his throat was still a nagging pain. It definitely didn't feel as bad though. "Where am I? How did i get here?"

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Vas now noticed the man had regained consciousness and now seemed to be back from the dead. although his voice sounded horribly raw, Vas could understand his speech. "Where am I? How did i get here?" The man asked

Vas shrugged and answered "I dont know where you are or how you got here we just found you laying in the sand next to this old tower with that wolf-cat thing standing over you." looking in his brothers direction he called out to him

"umm bro he's awake and asking questions, my jobs done." raising to his feet Vas extended out his arm for the stranger to help him stand once again.

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The Wolf Cat in question barked loudly. She was still completely unsure as to what to do and stood looking from person to person. Golden huffed loudly. She wished that someone could give her some answers. Or at least some direction. She was growing hungry and luckily it was growing dark.

In full darkness she would be able to see clearly. Then she would have to hunt for some food...

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"I knew you both had to be related..." Al said through hoarse voice. "One could see it in your faces. Heh"
Al noticed the cat-dog. It didn't seek dangerous at all. It looked somewhat worried actually.

"Don't worry friendly creature. I won't hurt you and I believe these two men here mean you no harm." Al said to the thing. He felt dumb, hoping it would understand.
"My name..." Al had too swallow, his throat was still raw. "My name is Al'therin Romdor'es. And I have no memory of my past life. I woke up here in the desert. This is why a asked of the location we were in."

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Zarah could see them. These new visitors. There was one that looked sick. He was leaned up against a peace of the old fallen down wall that surrounded the remaining city. She dared not move from where she was spying on them. She was perched up in a climbable crevis that was in the wall. It was almost like a tunnel shape cut out. It was black, just like the rest of the old ruined wall. There were two others with him. Dark skinned humans. One was helping him drink water. The other, just sitting down, most likely from exhaustion. The man that looked ill also looked like he was going through the same thing. Heat exhaustion.

She wanted to confront them badly, but thought twice of her actions. "More survivors." She thought to herself. "I thought we were the only ones left. Perhaps there are more contries out there that have not suffered Ah'bur's wrath like we have." She thought about it for a split second, and tossed the thought away. "Or, they could be spies sent from the Dead City. They usually had Sand Hounds with them. That sure looks like one. It also looks like a cat though." Zarah though out loud.

She would wait until she could find evidence from afar and find a chance to strike.

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He was close enough to hear the calls from his brother but too far to understand him. He could gather what was going on behind him; the man had awakened and they were conversing, but the draw from the tower was too strong now. He could feel it pulling at his very essence. The spire beckoned to him, and he couldn't refuse it.

I can turn back, let me just turn back now......no....no...I should keep going.... Roman thought to himself.

He could feel his will sinking into the beckoning of tower. It had his very soul in a vice grip and it refused to release it. Roman was no more than 200 yards now and he could now make out the creatures at the bottom of the tower. They actually weren't creatures but machines. Spider like machines patrolling the grounds that if he were to be face to face with, would tower over him.

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Vas glanced over at his brother staggering in the desert toward the tall black spire.

"No! get back here Roman..." Vas could tell his voice was out of range.

Without a second thought he took a large drink from the glass vessel, still leaving some for his new dehydrated companion, and burst out into a full sprint towards his brother.

"Get back here and drink" Vas called out to his brother but he was still to far for his voice to reach his brother. Why his brother was so drawn to the spire he could not understand but the closer he got to his brother... no the closer he got to the spire, the stronger the urge to follow its will was.

He finally caught up to his brother and tackled him by the legs taking him down to the sand slowly. "Stop you need to rest!" he yelled as he struggled to pin his brother to the now cold blue sand.
"You see those ruins over there. we'll rest over there for the night and tackle the spire when we all have our strength, you said you saw something.... do you really think you can take whatever it was you saw in your condition?" Vas ended his rant pointing unknowingly in the direction of the woman spying on them, and hopping his brother would see his good intentions in saving his life.

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Al'therin chugged the rest of the water his new friend left.

"I wonder what's going between those two. They're weird." He smiled at that, and relaxed a little more, still wondering what was going on. He looked to the cat dog and smiled.

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Re: On a dying planet.

Sorry everyone.
Regretably I think I will have to drop out of this rp. My new job is just taking up too much time.

Re: On a dying planet.

Its important to keep the RP rolling, I understand your character can't speak but even a description of what your character is doing is helpful to keep the RP healthy.

I also wondered why Golden sweated since neaither cats nor dogs sweat but I think it adds something unique to the character.

I would like it if Zarah filled everyone in on where we are in the morning, and its best for the creator of the RP to control night and day So I will wait for the morning post to wake my character.

Re: On a dying planet.

Sorry I haven't posted yet guys. Being unable communicate with humans I have not seen much need to post until we continue on to the tower.

Have you never seen a horse sweat? Golden sweats because she is not just an ordinary animal--her people were almost human thousands of years ago. And since everyone is exhausted from heat stroke it seems natural that she would also sweat. This world is also completely opposite of her home world.

Re: On a dying planet.

Ok, I apologize as well. I should know more than anyone that the success of an RP rides on the writer's detailing posts with their surroundings and communicative contexts. Disregarding some home troubles, I will take the deep breath of the RP poster and get on the f*&%ing ball. Currently I will say my character has a dissociative personality which lends itself to introversion even in the group context so if you lead my character in any manor please keep this in mind. I do work everyday from 1-10 (estsd) so my post will still be irregular, but I will do my best to post in the time when I am home rather than my normal routine of boats and hoes.
Also, why does Golden sweat? Creatures with fur don't normally sweat. I am confused.

Re: On a dying planet.

Androdeas is right. And i feel as if this is my fault. I am sorta new to this site as well. I do have the story written out my head though.

The first part will all take place in the "Unknown", where we will all learn the tower (Which we find out is called The Black Citadel.) From the point of where we are now, we run into Zarah.

-Everyone needs to read her character description. I am sorry i did not mention this before.

She will lead us to her city which lays beyond the ruined black wall in which we are at right now. I don't really want to write everything play by play, it would take the fun out of everything for you all, so play and write as you go.

We will meet her father once we arrive. Depending on how long our character carry conversation with each other out near the wall, it could take time. Like i said, i don't want to push things to fast. I want everyone to be comfortable with whats going on around them. So play as you go!

-Either I, or someone else in party can make her father as a character. This does need to be done soon. When you read Zarahs character description, you will learn that he is a sort of master healer and that he is an adviser for the man that lives on the top of the Black Citadel. This could be why we have been drawn to this tower. He could have a power in which nothing can be compared too.

We will learn little of the man in the tower. Not until the next RP i will write.

As for the giant metal spiders Roman wrote about. We could make them controlled by Alchemists that live in the city beyond the ruined wall. Or they can just me mechanical beings they made to help repair their city. Actually, Roman if you want to make them what ever you want, OTHER than enemies, please feel free.

I Will post more, But let's keep it sorta slow at this point? Sorry. We will run into enemies, but i just need to think of how this will play out to be fair with everyone.

Thank you for your time!

Re: On a dying planet.

Man I am a noob. Sorry for posting OOC in the IC before guys. Still getting used to the site.

So.... We have been jumping all over the map. Has anyone else noticed this? To make the rp as smooth as possible perhaps from now on we could create titles of our location. Or maybe someone would be willing to create a map and update it as our characters travel.

And next suggestion, so that the posts can grown longer instead of shorter, it would be nice if someone would take more control over the direction of the storyline. As The Heliumnite is the creator I think it should be you.

If anyone has an idea in mind they want to play out consider posting it here. That way all the characters can build up to that plan rather than one of us going for the idea but nobody else knows what exactly is going on.

For an example it would be great for everyone to have a detailed description of the spider creatures to refer to once the characters reach the creatures. This way everyone can know what the creatures look like to reduce confusion later.


Finally I want to mention that Golden will gradually learn the spoken language and then be able to telepathically respond through images and language rather than just images. This should increase communication between her and the rest of the group which is really lacking atm.

Re: On a dying planet.

I do apologize for not posting as quickly as I have been. Work has been a bitch. Youptour knows this...new work together. I have the next three days off! So lots of posts from me!! Soon to come.

Re: On a dying planet.

I just made a new character for the RP

Name is Zarah, she will be a big part of this story. She will be introduced once we get inside the area of the black tower.

Read her character description please!! Let me know how you like her. Let me know if you have any questions regarding her in general.

Anyone can make more characters for the story and play as them, so long as they can keep up with the roleplay. I'm cool with anything!

Re: On a dying planet.

Vas's words are 800 so to type in color follow the coding with this in mind (=[ , ]=)
(color=#800) ...words.... (/color)
Youptour's words are b00.
(color=#b00) ...words... (/color)

Tell us your code and try not to make it more the the first 3 numbers for everyones sake lol
Thanks Guys & Girl and I hope this RP comes out sexy

Re: On a dying planet.

A quick how to. Every character should have their own color for clarity. To do this you need to begin with, I will show you with brackets, the wrong kind so you can see the process
For blue (color=#00b)text(/color)
For green(color=#0b0)text(/color)
For red(color=#b00)text(/color)
You can find codes for more specific colors on line

Re: On a dying planet.

One more thing. Al'therin is in a rough patch at the moment, as you can see. I really want to make it to where he's unconscious for a time, until he can get better, or get to safety. I'm new to this sort of thing, so let me know if this isn't how this is supposed to play out. Even though i made the rules for the RP, i don't wanna break the site rules.

Re: On a dying planet.

Hello. I too wanted to say thank you for joining this RP. I have a great feeling it's going to turn into a great story. Not only do i want this to play out for a while, but i also want to open new "Places", that we will go to once the story of the "Unknown" is finished. I will talk more about new characters and story expansion later once we get close enough to the end of the Unknown. For now, i'm going to try and make our RP pretty!!! XD The intro page will be worked on, and the rules as well. I won't be changing any rules, unless you three want me too.

Please feel free to ask questions, or give ideas on what you want to happen next!!!! (Story wise, and anything else wise.)

Re: On a dying planet.

I just wanted to start by saying thanks to those who have decided to join this RP. Lets make use of this section for any Out Of Context comments, disscusions, complaints, and general b.s. to be passed around.

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