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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:12 pm
 This is Nashawryn's Journal, do not post here without her express permission.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:36 am
~Content List~
1 Current TAoM ID card
2 List
3 Rules
4 Character Info
5 TAoM Char Info
6 Photos
7 Requirements
8 Reserve Cat
9 Reserve Cat
10 Reserve Cat
11 Reserve Cat
12 Start of RP Blocks
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:38 am
~Rules~
1. Follow ToS, and the rules of TAoM
2. PM me asking for permission to post before you do
3. Be respectful of the characters
4. Do not steal the characters or ideas in this journal
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:39 am
~Shamera~ Race: (Demon) Succubus [[Redeemed, given up some of her powers]] Personality: Caring, loves children, sarcastic, quick to anger though. Likes: Children, weapons. Dislikes: back talk, other peoples inability to tell truth. Her Weapons: Usually sickles, sometimes a hook sword or a flail
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:40 am
~TAoM Ancient info~
Soul: Demoness
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:42 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:43 am
~Requirements~
Age of Gathering -> Age of Being
3 Journal Entries: 2/3
Soul Capture: Done
Age of Being -> Age of Innocence
5 Additional Journal Entries: 0/5
Age of Innocence -> Age of Youth
5 Additional Journal Entries: 0/5
Participate in one Shop Event:
Age of Youth -> Age of Experience
2 Additional Journal Entries: 0/2
Activity in Shop Thread:
Activity in Guild RP's:
Age of Experience -> Age of Wisdom
The 500 Talisman Quest:
Age of Wisdom -> Age of Transcendence
1000 Dreams Quest:
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:43 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:45 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:48 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:36 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:37 am
~RP 1 - First Meeting (Pick-up)~ Seiaeka Seiaeka stood just off to the center of the square and smiled as Mizu recieved her child. Nodding to herself, she turned and walked off to look for Arathiel, though she probably just had to phone Zagore.
Stepping out of the temple, she looked over the festival grounds at all of the damage that'd been done by the pesky spirits, and she whistled in amazement. The grounds had been litterally destroyed and there were still stragglers trying to get out of the chaos. She sighed and skipped down the steps. She may as well look for people that needed help. Shamera Shamera stumbled over the leg of a carousel horse, kicking it out of her path once she'd recovered her balance. She had been going in this direction for what seemed an eternity, though she knew it was untrue. A cleared space had been getting closer and closer in her line of sight.
She kicked away a corner of a tent top, then blinked at the sun that was now shining on her. Shamera tilted her head and blinked again, wondering if she was really looking at another survivor of that horrid night. "Hey! Hey you! Over here! Are you real? Really real? Gods, I don't want to be alone out here." Seiaeka Seiaeka turned at the sudden call, mildly surprised that someone was still so close to the temple. "Hrmm? I certainly hope I'm real," he chuckled softly, poking at her side, "Otherwise I shouldn't be this hungry," he said, stepping up to the young woman. "Don't fret though, the spirits are gone now, sealed it seems," she explained carefully. Seiaeka didn't like attracting attention to herself, it usually led to questions that couldn't be answered. Shamera Shamera nodded then sighed before once again speaking, "Look, I just want to know how to get through this whole thing. Plus an explination on what happened the other night would be nice..." She whirled her clawed hand around, indicating the fair ground, "That was a lot of fog, where has it gone off to all of a sudden? Plus, how did those spirits get out and how is it that they just suddenly were all sealed in again? I took out a few, but unless you got all the rest, what happened to them? Because I certainly don't see anyone else around here to explain that." Shamera let her other hand fall to her hip, gripping tightly at the hilt of one of her sickles. Seiaeka Seiaeka chuckled at the barrage of questions. This was certainly a curious girl. "Goodness, you have a lot of questions..." she mused, "I can't answer all of your questions, mainly because I don't know the answer, but I just know it was sealed. Yes, it was partly my doing, but only because an Ancient evolved." She stood there with her hands on her hips, "Ancients are an extinct race of human like beings with various powers that existed long before humans. I'm looking for compatible guardians for the children, seeing as I'm just one woman, I couldn't possibly care for them all myself," she laughed, giving an explaination before another barrage of questions hit her. Shamera Shamera smiled then, "Children? I love children, they're so sweet... Usually. And when they aren't sweet, they're at least entertaining. So they were extinct? What a bummer. How are they in this age though, if it's as you say?" She tapped her foot on the ground, her feet impatiant to be moving again. "Oh, and I always have questions. When you get to be my age, you learn questions are a good thing," Shamera said, giving a hint that she was older then she looked. "By the way, my name is Shamera. Nice to meet you." Seiaeka Seiaeka was smiling to herself, "I am the guardian of the Talismans," he said, extracting a dark crystal from her usual messenger bag, "Talismas hols the soul of an Ancient, or rather the memories or essence of a lost Ancient. When combined with a soul, you get a rather interesting being.," he smiled, extracting Ghilsheare's old Soul Case from her bag, "My boy isn't around right now, but if Miss Taji is on her way down with her child, you can see the newest addition to the race," he explained. "I'm Seiaeka by the way," she added, almost forgetting to introduce herself. Shamera Shamera nodded, then held out her hand for shaking. "That would explain things a bit more. The Ancients sound like a great race. I used to have sons, but unfortunatly, they are lost to me now." She looked over the dark crystal and frowned, "You know, I think I saw one like that before, but I just can't recall where." Seiaeka Seiaeka reached out and took her hand and shook it well. If there was one thing Seiaeka hated most, it was the dead fish handshake, it creeped her out. "Oh, so your are good with children?" she asked when she mentioned she previous children. "I'm looking for a guardian for this Talisman, so if you'd like, I can give you this child. I even have an extra Soul Case with me today," he said, pulling out a small alumininum case that held the dangerous item, preventing it from stealing the owner's soul. "You've seen a Talisman before?" she asked surprised slightly, "They're rare outside of my country, if you happen to see any, make sure you pick them up, they can be dangrous in the wrong hands." Shamera Shamera smiled at the strong handshake, then commented, "I love kids, though when they become teenagers, they get way more complicated. I'd be happy to guard this Talisman. What exactly do I do with it though? Oh, and I thought I saw one back through my trail leading here, but I could have been mistaken, as there is a lot of rubble from the fighting." She waved her hand back in the direction she'd come from, then rubbed her chin while looking down at the Talisman in Seiaeka's hands. "Do you have something I might carry it in? I have a pack but I don't think there's room for the Talisman and a Soul Case." Seiaeka "Well, Ghilsheare, my boy, is a teen now, and he's pretty responsible," she said with a smile. "Oh, chances are, it was just a stone, all talismans have a very distinct shape and are pretty small," Seiaeka explained taking the Talisman and placing it in the aluminum carrying case with the Soul Case, "You can carry it just like this," she said, "and my business card is in there as well as an owners manual." She stepped back a little and put her hands back on her hips, "You'll need to capture a soul using your Soul Case, then bring it back to me once the Case and Talisman have changed." Shamera She smiled again and shifted the case to rest on her hip. "Alright, I'll take good care of him or her. And I'll read that manual as soon as possible. Where would I find you once I capture a soul?" Shamera patted the case, then unhooked her belt, looped the handle through it where it wouldn't get in the way of her sickle hilts, then rehooked it. "There, now it can't get away from me." Seiaeka Seiaeka waved goodbye to Shamera, "You'll probabaly be hearing from me soon," she called as the girl left. The woman turned and surveyed the ruined festival. This would cost the city a bundle in losses was all she could think of.
Seiaeka resettled her messenger bag and pulled her cloak around her better, the chill wind was starting to bite. She looked around, wondering if there was anyone else she could give her last Talisman to.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 4:18 am
~RP 2 - Soul Capture~ Shamera was looking at the case again. It was the oddest creation she'd ever seen in her life, which had been long enough for her. Long enough that she wondered again if she'd somehow been set up to be in that fair on that night so that when she did stumble out, she'd meet that odd lady, Seiaeka. Shamera frowned. She'd said something about getting a soul for the talisman... Where was Shamera to pick up one of those?
She sighed deeply, then traced a finger over the case. "I need to bring you to life little one. Where shall I find a soul?" Then, out of the blue, an answer came to her, perhaps the talisman giving her an idea. Look not to good souls, for they deserve to go on, but the bad souls, they should be purified by being reborn again, in giving form to that of an ancient. To find a most despicable soul though, she would have to tread in a land she'd thought never to see again. She would have to go back to her birth land, the land of demons and devils, temptress' and punisher's.
Shamera packed the talisman back into the pack Seiaeka had given her. Looking around her room, she made sure that everything she treasured was out of the path of a descending gate. Quickly she knelt down and scratched the symbols into the floor, muttering obscure words under her breath for the incantation, hoping her entrance at a different area of hell wouldn't draw the attention of her sisters. She stood up, the pack clutched tightly to her chest as she closed her eyes and muttered a few last words.
She felt a hard breeze come up, then the sense of drifting on air down to a dark area. When Shamera finally opened her eyes, she was in a clearing, and there were no others around. Still she moved away from the area quickly, traveling to the place she had in mind, to where a sister demon had faded and died after being captured in the real world and tortured herself. Masochistic demonesses were quite rare, and their main weakness was that if you tortured them, instead of being tortured by them, they would be the ones to die.
She felt the wind blowing hard through the trees, pushing her this way and that to it's swaying beat, she continued to force herself forward, clutching the talisman pack. She had to move quickly, she could already feel the eyes of others on her, even though no one was in site. They wouldn't kill her, but they wouldn't want her here in their land, since they'd already went to the trouble of kicked her out once.
She snuck along the back ways, her body held in tight while she hid herself through the trees, being careful as to not show herself to anyone. She knew she would be upon the spot of death soon, for she could feel the chill of it in her very marrow. It left a mark on this level of hell, though if the demoness had died at any of the deeper levels the mark would have faded by now, through the thousands of years it had been there.
Shamera wiped her brow and blew out a quick breath of relief when she spotted the cavern where the demoness had breathed her last. Shamera pulled out the soul case and carefully set it on the floor. "I know your here, Mistress Demon. I beg of you to do one thing and one thing only. Give your soul to this case, and in doing so, be reborn of another life. I know you would think this is a trick to bring you out to destroy the last of your essence, but in truth, I only wish to give you one more chance to live again. I have been redeemed of my horrid deeds, but you have not and so you rest here, eternally suffering. But if you give yourself to this case, you can be born as something else, something the living world has not seen in truely a long time. It would give you another chance at a life, a true life. I beg of you to enter this case and become something else."
She looked around the cave, making sure to keep the soul case in eye sight. Spotting a sort of outcrop of rocks, shamera wandered over and sat down, resting her head against the cave wall. She sighed and kept her eyes on the case. Slowly time passed and as it went she began to fall asleep, releasing a gentle snore every now and then.
Suddenly a glowing shined in her eyes, startling her awake and causing her to fall off her improvised seat. She jolted fully awake and crawled over to the case. "I see you finally decided. I better tuck you back in and get out of here before they find me!" She tucks the case into it's pack and looks around.
Shifting down to a crouched position, she leaves the cave, keeping down as she moves back over the pass to the closest clearing to transport back. She slides left, then right, and ducks under a low tree branch. Shamera folds her wings down and slides through a grouping of trees into a fresh clearing that would be less watched then the one she came in at. Murmering quietly to herself, she scrapes the design of an ascending gate into the dirt and grass floor, then stands still in the center of it. She whispers softly the words to the spell three times over, then holds herself very still as her view and her body shift into another time zone and another dimension.
Shamera arrives back in her house, only a little worse for the wear and with a soul in her soul case. "I knew I could do it, I knew it! It only took time, that's all!" She giggles to herself and starts dancing around, swiping her foot over the scratchs on the floor to make them dissapear, now that they are no longer needed. She pulls out the case and looks at the soul case, with the green and magenta soul floating inside of it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 12:53 pm
~RP 3 - Hiding Out~
Unfortunately, Shamera had not at first realized how much trouble she would be in when she took the soul. As a result, she was now in the cavern under her house, looking through her bookcase as a few of the demoness' walked through her library. They were trying to get the soul back because it was an icon of how those from hell should never get close to humans, or ever let slip their weaknesses. She stifled a sneeze, her palm rubbing at her nose to discourage the release of breath. She hardly dared to breath let alone move in the space, for her predators had keen hearing, and she was only lucky that the house reeked of her scent so that they had trouble locating her. Her hand searched carefully, slowly, for the leaver to release the hatch to the outdoors through a small trap-filled tunnel she'd made such a very long time ago, never expecting to actually use it, but planning ahead is always a good idea, as seen now. One wing flutters and shifts on her back before settling again anxiously against her back, soft sigh barely released as she finds the leaver and quietly pulls it up, a small hatch popping soundlessly up from the wall to press on the ceiling. The pack on her back glows slightly as she crawls into the tunnel, swirling with dark color and smoky images as she traverses the path, careful to disarm each trap she passes, resetting it once she is past it on the other side. Finally, she reaches the outdoors, and while her searchers are still busy in her homestead, she flees to the stables, grabs a horse, quickly sets a blanket on it's back, settles reins on it's head and in it's mouth, and a small pack of provisions she'd kept fully stocked and fresh all these years, and climbs onto it, reins grasped firmly in her hand as she sets off for new country, perhaps searching for the woman who had given her the soul case and the talisman. She wanted to make certain that everything was going well, that she'd caught the soul correctly.
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