It had been going on for some time now. The dreams kept repeating over and over for the past few weeks and the more he dreamed, the more he succumbed to the voice...Offering promises of eternal bliss....No repsonsibility....no agnst father that is never home...No school or job...Just the eternal bliss away from it all.
"Come to me..."
He moved closer to the source of the voice, eyes glazed over as he walked in a zombified state.
"Come to me....."
The voice was so soothing, how could anyone refuse an offer of peace!? The boy didn't even bother to notice the true hideous form before him. All ten red eyes looked at the boy with content as the boy moved foward.
"Feel the embrace of blissful eternity..."
In an instant, the creature's face distorted in pain as a silver figure lunged at it. The boy, now confused and a little exhausted snapped out of his zombified state, looking upon the creature and the white figure fighting before him.
"You will not take him demon!!!!" The Creature howled as it struck at the demon, once in the eye and another against the neck. "His soul is not yours to claim!!"
Baffled, the boy watched the conflict between the two figures, with the demon now uttering a curse as it molded itself into the shadows. At first, the glowing silver figure looked to be a majestic Knight, before it fell onto all fours in the form of a wolf now turning to him.
The boy did not speak, he just stood there dumfounded to how he got here and what the hell was that ten-eyed demon. The large wolf growled loudly as it spoke:
"Your soul has been marked...The time has come..."
"What?!?" The Boy spoke before he had a chance to relaliate from the large wolf that now lunged at him, fangs beared.
Deyna gasped as he woke up from his temporary stupor. Now covered in sweat and lying on the couch, he managed to pull himself foward, looking around the quiet living room, except for the DVD's menu now looping over and over with the same image of an Alien.
He placed his hand onto his forehead, wiping off the sweat and looking at the little clock thermometer. "Some nightmare.." He groaned, placing his feet onto the carpet.
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Welcome to the Elemental Roleplay, With a plot..
There are a few ground rules...Follow the TOS and hail the Guildmaster's rules.
My Character is the Warrior Elemental of Light (Wolf and a Sword), and there are four others to be claimed, each representing an avatar Animal with their own weapon to go along:
Fire-Dragon-Claymore
Earth-Ram-Waraxe
Wind-Hawk-Bow and arrows
Water-Manta Ray-Triton
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I will mark down which Elemental has been taken, but Villians are needed.
I will be tripling..or Quadrupling for some parts...But Generals of Arkon and Arkon if needed to be...Will be Available..(PM me for Arkon's backstory)
I will post more once the first person Joins in.
*EDIT*
The Plot and Arkon's Backstory
Alright...Let's see...
The Gods had their own special "Avatars" or speakers since their power was so immense, even taking a look at a god would drive a mortal mad. Arkon was an Avatar to the Dark God Eron.
Arkon was diffrent from his brothers and sisters, he had will and asked questions about diffrent things, but one of the important ones that changed his path was "Why don't you control the darkness that the mortals possess.."
Eron just answered, "It is my job to monitor, not to rule....And it is yours to walk among them and teach why darkness exist..We do not manipulate the ones that worrship us."
Arkon was Displeased with the answer and took off into the Mortal realm.
It was during a time of Dimension clan fueds over wealth and land (30 BE [Before earth]), and Arkon Felt more darkness of every mortal being in existence. It touched him and Arkon found out a way to manipulate it despite his master's teachings.
Arkon tapped into the souls of every being, learning their past...present...and what outcomes they may choose for the future, along with ways to give them that little "Push" to infuence that future. Mortals were unaware of the Avater controling their actions, but Eron and the others knew.
Arkon was Punished and stripped of his powers before being exiled onto a Dark world for tampering with mortals. He lost his place among paradise, but was left to think on everything he had done, before finding a source to help him. The Gods and Avatars were unaware of an untapped etheral source within the corrupted soil, Unperverterted, until the ex-Avatar tapped into it.
Arkon regained all of his powers, but at a cost. He didn't carry the humanoid form he once had, instead, he carried a ten-eyed draconic Black abyss form. His sanity, now gone from his isolation, had been darkened extremely now possessing a dark hunger for mortal souls.
After his escape, Arkon had put his plan into motion. If the gods wouldn't ensalve the will of the mortals like they did to the Avatars, then he would. First he touched the race of Orcs, which weren't always monstrous. They carried the graceful from of elves, but had bloodlust that couldn't be fed, which Arkon used to transform them. Then the Minotaurs, the Hefty horned humans were shifted into half bull monsters, then very other race followed behind.
The Gods then acted as they saw and felt what activities were happening, but failed. The Avatars were slain, but the gods were given the same punishment that Arkon had recieved...Limbo. An empty Void of nothingness where they would sit and rot for the rest of eternity.A pillar that reached to the infinite was erected in the God's haven, keeping them locked there for all time. All the gods could do was watch as most of the races spread across the Dimension was transformed into demonic mosters.
But other places were left untouched by Arkon's curse. The temples and cities blessed by each God kept them from being turned into creatures, or tocuhed by madness. Even in limbo, the Gods could contact the priests and give them instructions...Along with a Gift to stop Arkon and his minions; the power of the Avatar was bestowed to mortals who were marked for greatness.
In 500 (BE), The champaign to march against Arkon hat started. Each race went to war against Arkon's Demonic hordes, with the Choosen warriors at the lead.
The Choosen ones had taken a good deal of Arkon's territory, which lead to the siege of his tower.
Arkon, was prepared for battle. He knew that they would come here. The more souls that fed him, the stronger he would become to overtake every little dimension.
The Warriors weren't strong enough to overtake him, so the only plausible solution was a Spiritual overload. Their souls...Now blessed by poweful Avatars would feed him, in the process, killing him. Although, they would die, but it was best for the worlds to survive...And they did.
Arkon absorbed them, bodies and all, which resulted in an atomic bomb-like blast, wiping out both sides...leaving a few survivors.
All the worlds celebrated their victory over Arkon. The Bards sang tales, mentioning a race which mentored them all; The Satyrs, one clan in particular, the Greatwood clan.
Centures went by and the Story of the Gods and God-Men that walked among them became myth, and the story of Arkon and the sacrifice of the warriors was forgotten. But do you think such things should be left ignored?
They had other priorities to deal with after the discovery of a new Dimension...Earth.
Like the others, except inhabited by normal creatures with little or no magic at all called humans...(Named after the Centauric Scholar gave them...It just stuck after awhile)
Colonization wasn't that bad...The desert people, Hythorians (as known as on earth, the Egyptian gods) appeared at a little place called Egypt and happened to be worrshipped as gods, along with other races...before the Humans turned barbaric.
Earth was closed off from other dimensions after brutal slayings, like Jesus Christ for example, and was forgotten...Until Now.
Arkon was found alive by a few of his devoted servants, and slowly weaned as he regained power. His spirit touched earth feeling more dark energy from them than any other race he manipulated, and decided to return the favor to the worlds by reestablishing his regime of Supreme God of all the dimensions. Earth would fall first, then every other world.
The Gods weren't ignorant of Arkon being Alive, in fact, they were already planning ahead to defeat him once and for all.
Eron and Arthos, gods of Dark and light, concentrated their powers to activate the power of reincarnation. The Blessed souls would choose a human form on earth, continuing the process of incarnation until the time for need was at hand.
(The Chosen ones have dreams...Dark ones before the Avatar animal would snap them out of Arkon's Spell.....it happens to all of the chosen.)
That's pretty much the gist of it
