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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 4:30 pm
The Sanctum's Entrance: A Story to be Told
A faint song climbs and echoes its way up the crumbling steps below you...
~The wind iss cold, the ground is old,
And all around is death.
The songss of war, that peckish whore,
Within a devil's breath!
And though we chime and though I rhyme,
We stumble through our chains.
The ssky is dark, no more a lark,
And all around is death!~
Oh! Oh my, you scared me, you did! Are...are you? You musst be The Few...
Hush! There are ears all around, and a few eyes to spare! You've come to the right place, yesss, but we must have all eight before the descent begins, yesss...
Musn't be coming back up, yesss...
Alright. Let uss count...the numbers are thin, but we can at least introduce oursselves, yesss?
Welcome to the Final Reading of the Darkness Chronicles. My name is Brian Doyleson, Keeper of The Record, the last written word on earth. You came to hear it, yesss? Wonderful. We shall be going downstairss shortly, down into my reading chambersss...
Oh, and call me Doyle.
Pleassse forgive my appearance. I...well, I live for It now, no longer feeding myself or...as you can probably tell...bathing. But it is a holy calling. I do what I can, wot! Now, I cannot begin my little...speech until we've all been assembled, so...
Ah, yes! An audience at last! We have two new souls, I see.
Come forward, men, and state your businesss...to me...and...to It......to The Book...
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 8:28 pm
((An OOC? Alright then.))
Vermane held his tattered cloak tight against his wiry frame. Though heavy gusts of wind tousled the unkempt mat of hair atop his masked head, he remained still. The terrors of the outside world were all behind him now - he was here, standing before his destiny, so to speak. What that destiny was...was very unsure, but Nick was sure to follow any instincts of his. This felt like a good one.
"I am Nicholas Vermane, Sir Doyle. I have no idea what I'm doing here, to be honest - I work at my father's bakery in the heart of the city. We are poor, like those all around us, though we seem to be some of the only ones working at the moment. Late, three days ago, I was handed a small slip of tape with these coordinates along with my payment. I never saw the messenger's face, let alone realized what had taken place in time to chase after him. My father and I are among the few that can afford a map...so...here I am.
What the hell is all this, anyway?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:46 pm
Ah! Ah yes! You are one of the names!
...and...more of you? Yes? Enough to fill the prophesy...eight of you, then. Your names, quickly! If we are all assembled then *oh, happy day!*, we may descend below and honour the Chronicles!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 9:54 pm
"Marcus Garreth, at your service." MG spoke up, grinning at the emaciated Keeper. He spoke with an almost fevered enthusiasm, bubbling over with good spirits as though he were having the time of his life. He rubbed his index finger across the bridge of his nose. "But folks just call me 'MG'... or Maurice, 'cause I speak of the pompitous of love. Yeah, I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun...♫"
He was clad in an expensive-looking suit and tie, yet it hung on him in a slightly rumpled fashion, as though he'd slept in it. His shirt was untucked, with the top two buttons of his collar undone and his cuffs hanging free to flap around his hands. The look seemed to work for him though, giving him an energetic, carefree appearance that accented his youthful, angular good looks. His hair was short and light brown, and gelled just enough so that it was naturally spiky in the front. All in all, he looked like someone about to hit a local club rather than trawl through an underground dungeon.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:03 am
Selphie stood in a darkened corner, silently watching. Studying. The chilling cold kept her hands frozen, and she shivered. Suddenly, she felt a strange urge to walk forward and reveal herself. How stupid, really; she shouldn't relinquish her favored spot.
Yet, even as she thought this, her legs moved forward, dragging her to near the center of the group. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks; it seemed as if every eye was on her. Lifting her head proudly to muster herself, she faced the Keeper.
"They call me Selphie.. I am one who unveils the secrets of the Universe...or, at least, so I did." A flustered sigh escaped her lips, as she silently retreated once more.
((Edited the name))
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:55 am
For the first time since they'd all met, Doyle seemed flustered. He let out a small sigh and muttered (what he thought was to himself),
"So...we have a modern-day Aladdin, a drunkard and a has-been fortune-teller. Great..."
Retreating from his own world, he looked up, eager to hear of the other "heroes".
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:37 am
Liro took a few steps forward, presenting himself to the rather eccentric man before all of them. He looked a bit disheveled, his shoulder-length blonde hair tousled and messy. All appearances aside, he was confident among the of people scattered throughout the room; he allowed himself a small smirk once before the man.
"I'm Liro. No other name is needed. I have been the sinister warrior, the cardslinger, the wanderer unseen. I've appeared throughout the multiverse in many shapes and forms; I come before you now like this, Doyle."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:58 pm
A young man with lightly curled, wavy brown hair and neutral olive eyes stepped down carefully into the chamber.
As he adjusted his spectacles and jacket, he grinned.
"I simply am. My name is Kyle. I'd prefer Kunai.
I decided to take a break from tormenting my creations and acting batshit insane long enough for the Reading."
Kunai nodded to Doyle, then to Liro. His grin eased into a true smile.
"Thought you would be here."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:00 pm
Right...
The rest of you, in the back! Speak up, please, we must hurry!
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:39 pm
"Concinnity"
She stood at the back, naturally. Always secure a quick escape route, eh? Gold eyes spoke of grain ready to be harvested; that, too, was part of what she was.
"I used to be a goddess, I think. but not any more"
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 8:10 pm
Green eyes flicked amongst those assembled. Sparkling emerald eyes that looked about as if with the wonderment of a child, but locked in an icy cold glare. Was that the natural build of those eyes, or was it an intentional expression? Or was it an illusion caused by the swaths of unkempt brown hair that hung so precariously right above them? The pale skin of this thin spectre of a man in the feeble light gave the impression that he was in fact some form of ghostly apparition. This was only increased by the fact that he was so quiet and subtle in his movements, that few of the others had noticed him leaning against the far wall, arms crossed. And to those who had, it seemed as if he had always been there.
But now it appeared that all attention was upon him, despite the fact that one other among them had yet to lend an identity. He had rather hoped to avoid conversation entirely, especially due to the behaviour of some of those present, but it seemed to be a necessity at this point. He didn't care to know anything about these others, but assumed that the feeling was not mutual, especially to that insistent, smelly, troll-like man, so he spoke, "Tobias". His one word was enough to both showcase his warm baritone, and also his slight Cockney accent. Not the annoying sort, but rather the smooth variety, where f or v replaces th ((OOC: imagine the current Geico Gecko...)). He didn't elaborate, as he felt no need to say anything more, even as much as to say that Tobias was short for Tabris Londstrom. He had given them the bare minimum. Perhaps they would now see fit to leave him alone.
After a few short seconds of expectant silence, he let out a small sigh, and added, "My business is my own. But if you must know, I'm on a self-imposed 'quest'. The Masamune. If this sword does exist, than I am the only man currently living who is worthy of wielding it. Its finding the bloody thing that makes it so ******** difficult." He didn't care if any were offended by his use of profanity; in fact, it never crossed his mind to be sensitive to such a thing. Feeling more was demanded of him, he finished, "Why am I here then? None of your goddamn business. I'll be the one to judge whether or not this is necessary or worth it." With that, he remained silent, knowing full well that he needn't say another word to them. He hoped it would stay that way.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 12:06 pm
The girl who remained silent was instantly struck by a lightning bolt, stung by several bees, shot by a zombie pirate captain, reanimated, infected with Ebola, disowned by her family via letter, given several papercuts by the letter, given several backhands by the carrier who delivered it for good measure, and peed on by a small child with leprosy. Then she exploded.
"Uh...I guess we're missing one, then..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:08 pm
folchinator The girl who remained silent was instantly struck by a lightning bolt, stung by several bees, shot by a zombie pirate captain, reanimated, infected with Ebola, disowned by her family via letter, given several papercuts by the letter, given several backhands by the carrier who delivered it for good measure, and peed on by a small child with leprosy. Then she exploded.
"Uh...I guess we're missing one, then..."
"That... was... AWESOME!!!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 1:37 am
Selphie stared in awe at the sparse remains of the girl. "Now that was a rather serious misconjugation of odds...Borderline impossible, I'd say. And I never thought a human could just explode like that, either. Brings a whole new meaning to the collapsing of a wave function!"
Those words were uttered in a barely audible tone, yet one filled with excitement. Only semi-conscious of her actions, the young woman searched her pockets. Where was a pen and notebook when she needed one? Finally, she found those staples in her bag, and resumed to scribbling equation after equation of statistics and integrals. One can take the scientist of a laboratory, but the laboratory can never be taken from a true scientist.
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