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The Silence was broken. Steps echoed down the long flight of stairs, reaching the dark rooms ears. The High Preist of the Tralics Covenant walked quickly, fire burning in his eyes and heart. " I shall End it." he said tightly, seemingly to his own hand. But, no. In his hand was a whip, a whip with priceless metals tied to the tips of its nine tails.

When his voice broke the silence, the whip seemed to glow, casting an etheral light upon the dark rooms occupants. A girl and a boy sat on opposite sides of the room, a long peice of cloth fading from black to white stretching between them. It was chained to the floor by a metal unheard of in current times. He lifted the whip and walked toward the two.

Only then did the light of the whip fell properly on the two on the floor. Their ankles were chained to the floor, as were their hands.
The girl shifted slightly, but the boy moved not at all. They both felt the Preists pressence, even though each was blindfolded.

Only one felt fear.

Her heart pounded under her ample bossom and her breath quickened slightly. She alone had felt the lash of the Three Three's.
It was a monstrous thing. " I take from you your Shade." the Preist said darkly in a language none knew.

Then her tore her veskit down to her wrists and whipped her bare back. And for the first time in almost five-thousand years, she screamed. The Black of her faded, leaving behind more nuetral colors, such as brown and cream. Her hair became drained of all black, becoming instead a brownish gold.

And still she screamed.

Hours later, after all of her essence that could be removed had been done so, she shifted, calling to the mind of a young monk. I must escape. was her only thought.

And when another pair of feet stood before her silent and unseeing form, she used her Yang to make him free her feet. The Monk did not even flinch after he had undone her chains and severed the cloth at the chain.

Yarrow, as she was known, stood silently, then drew the monk to her and kissed him passionatly. Then she pulled her veskit back up to cover her ravaged back and followed him up the stairs, out of the Covenant, and into freedom.

~ Rules~

* PM all profiles
* Tittle them ' Yin~Yang Epic'
* Do not Godmode
* No flamming
* This is literate and hopefully long-term. Please have at least 3 sent. per post. I understand writers block, but really. Don't over do it.
* Cursing accepted
* Romance welcome, but no cybering.
* Violance loved!!!
* I am Queen b***h. Be good or get the hell out of my Kennel.
* Listen to my mods ( They can also accept profiles if I'm off.)
* More rules may be added at any time.

~ The Races and The Lands~

The Lands of The Known World.

In the known world, there are four major countries, Thalla, Meare, Toakane, and Shikkoorn. A map is being created for the purposes of this guild. For Now, The RP shall begin in Thalla, in the Yooreashial Forest, the Plains of Sorrow, and Oakfen, a small village, which are the most central and western parts of Thalla.

The Races of The Known World.

The Races of The Known World are as following:

Yinites: A race of Moon loving people, their powers wax and wane along with it. On the New Moon, Or " Shakell Namoorn", their powers eclipse completely. They resemble Elves in both their attitudes and looks.

Yangun: A race of darkness loving people, their powers are at their fullest on the dark of the Moon, or " Dhokearn Namoorn". Their powers wax and wane opposite the Moons Cycle.They resemble elves and the Drow, in that they can be black or white, unlike their cousins. They are like the cold Elves of Legend, a Cruel and Beautiful people.

Monks: A group of relgious men who fight to protect the innocent and impose their Beleifs upon the World. They resemble human men.

Preists and Preistesses: The People in Power over the Tralics Covenant, The Temples of The People, and the behind the scenes rulers of Thalla. They resemble men and women.

Druids: A party of Powerful people who have increadible knowledge. they are almost as old as the World, but not quiet. They have the most complete History ever written. They beleive in Everlife, the process of being reborn by their deeds. They can be men and women, and resemble humans.

Brisshiik: The Brisshiik are an ancient race of people. Their name mean "Blood kiss", for they are like Vampires, living off of the wholly living. They are beleived to be only a legend, being so rare. They resemble men and women of utmost beauty and coldness.

Khavel: The Known Worlds equivalent of humans.

~ Profiles~

The wind howled over the barren land, teasing secrets just out of reach of the human ear. The Moon hung in the sky like a silver medallion, tempting those who witnessed her with her beauty. All was calm in the land of Thalla. Or so it seemed.

A small, pale figure stood, face tilted to the sky with a look of serenity unmatched by any on the Plains of Sorrow. Yarrow could not help but feel peacefull, happy, even, for she was free to seek revenge on the Mortals who had bound her in chains of Mythril and MoonSteel. She watched the moon through blindfolded eyes, thinking, thinking, ever thinking.

And then she screamed.

Yarrows voice echoed across the Known Lands, screaming a horrid challenge to all who heard it and scraping the ears of those who belonged to the Circle of Yin.

She smiled.