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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:31 pm
Nafoa Fearann "It is said, every thirteen years the dead will walk again.
Just for one night they will leave their peace and make certain their family and friends are safe.
Some will tell you it is but a myth, some will say it is true, most will tell you it's a lie.
The few believers are probably insane. Or are they?
For you see, once every thirteen years we are free, only last time some of us were not allowed to go back, because it had not been the thirteenth year. No. It was only the seventh, and we were summoned. His name is Medevah, he is a Nercomancer, and we are his servants: The Anbhás.
Please don't think we are all evil, I hate it when you do. No, I wasn't corrupted by his power, but I am here, doomed to wander the land of Nafoa Fearann. It is the year 654 and the Age of Darkness has fallen.
He must be stopped, Medevah, Harbinger of Death."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:12 pm
"As you are here let me tell you what I know, may it aid you on your quest."
"In the northnortheast we have Dorchads. The nearly separate land of the Manaketes, also known as the Dragon Kin. They are centuries old and wise beyond belief. However they keep to themselves and have rarely been seen, most will not go there, as few have ever come back, leading many to believe they are evil.
Under that we have Talis, where the Marble Temple, Nafoa is located. Except for a monastery near the temple, few live there. It is home to many powerful light magic casters and few have a connection wit the Manakete as they guard the land route to Dorchands.
To the northwest my homeland of Verdane, it is a military capital and well, normal in every respect. The late King Mikhail, is a just and honest man. As for his Son... Fate has not yet spoke its peace.
To the southwest is Durhan ruled by the envious King Kirin, always in his cousin's shadow Kirin was the one who allowed Medevah to summon us. Because was not as strong military wise, he hopes that by raising the dead, he will be able to crush his cousin.
Under that is Lar Baile, a peaceful country ruled under Queen Silvermoon, they are skilled in the ways for the land. Though they are more of a nomadic people, they are split into fractions, but ruled under one Queen. Every year, the leaders of the three tribes would meet and discuss things. With the Good Queen Silvermoon watching them, they have achieve peaces and harmony within their land.
Oh yes, Doras dar Ceas Croi, The Island Nation... That young heroes, you will face on your journey and nothing I say will be any good except this: Medevah is there, and he is waiting."
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 1:45 pm
The Chosen Ones of Nafoa Fearann
Gaian Name: Shale Darksnow
Character Name: Metus Serratio
Age: 20
Class: Abhorsen
Inventory: Silver Sword, Abhorsen's bells, Excaliber tome
Bio/Personality: Quite young for an Abhorsen, Metus was raised in Talis, where he learned how to cast light magic without the tome, as a proper Abhorsen should. He also learned swordplay, and the lore of the Bells, which few non-Abhorsens have mastered. His serious personality makes it hard for anyone to get close to him, but if they can, they'll realize that there is more to the last Abhorsen than meets the eye.
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((Horse not included.))---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaian Name: herbblade Character Name: Myra Swiftwing Age: 17 Class: Lord Inventory: Sword, lance, bow, arrows, vulnary, bandages, extra bow string, whetstone, flute, cloak, daggers (duh), and other various stuff Bio/Personality: Myra was born and raised in Lar Baile and has learned most of the fighting styles of the world. She loves adventures and old stories about heroes and villains; but at heart she loves the earth and the rain. Her name means ‘rain’ the old language of her people. Appearance:  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaian Name: Wolfdaemon
Character Name: Tharuman (prefers Thar)
Age: 17
Class: Sniper
Inventory: Silver bow (with many arrows), longbow
Bio/Personality: A nomad of one of the three tribes of Lar Baile. He is skilled with a bow and has a caring personality that is opposed to fights, but will get the job done if he is needed.
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Gaian Name: Shale Darksnow
Character Name: Garrate
Age: 19
Class: Fire Archsage
Inventory: Fire archsage stuffs.
Bio/Personality: Garrite tends to catch fire when angry. But since he's always angry, he goes up in flames quite a bit. His past is relatively unknown, and his future is uncertain...
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The Dark Ones of Nafoa Fearann
Gaian Name:Selena616
Character Name: Medevah
Age: Appears 18-20 but is roughly 50-60
Class: Necromancer
Inventory: Unknown
Bio/Personality: Medevah was once a Summoner of great skill. He was never happy however, no matter what he did it was never good enough, he wanted more. He turned to the unknown arcane magic where no summoner dared to travel. He went to far into the unknown realm of death and become lost in it. Nearly a quarter of a century passed before he came out of his coma, living only due to his powers. He left his homeland and traveled to Durhan and something happened between himself and Kirin. He left and returned to his homeland and the age of darkness came soon after...
Appearance:
 The 'Others' of Nafoa Fearann Gaian Name:Selena616
Character Name: Agwyn Terenas
Age: 450 (estimate)
Class: Anbhás
Inventory: Heal staff, Nosferatu. (Also known as Death.)
Bio/Personality: Unknown at this point.
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Note:"There are no Laguz in Nafoa Fearann, but there are Manaketes. Which can only shift using Dragonstones and only shift to attack, they are not able to hold their form. Oh and the only dead is me, so you can't be dead... or how else can I fulfill the Prophesy of Heroes?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 3:06 pm
Over top the city of Verdis was the Verdane Mountain Range. Which the Country of Verdane is named for and Verdis is the capital. On that mountain closest to the capital stood a lone mounted figure, unto which many legends had been written. It was said that anyone who entered those mountains were doomed to die. That the mounted person would find and slaughter them. The reason the mounted one watched the city was to safeguard the mountains from the people of Verdis.
Few others, those that had seen the Mounted One said differently. They said that the Mounted One watched over the city of Verdis, and that if you went into the mountains the Mounted One would lead you out. The Mounted One never spoke, nor could you see anything, for the Mounted One wore a long black cloak that covered all. No one had ever seen what was under the cloak , or under the mask the mount wore...
In the Age of Darkness that had started about a decade ago but was only really reaching the people of Nafoa Fearann, anything involving evil was more prone to being believed and sometimes the true stories are lost to tales of different kinds...
The Mounted One sighed and looked over the Verdis, taking up the post again. "Shadow, today is my four hundred and fiftieth year of death. Yet, Nafoa Fearann has barely changed since I walked the earth. Yes, the people are different, but that is to be expected. Twenty-eight days until I can walk among them again. It feels odd, to be dead, and yet solid again." The mounted One idly petted the horse and looked over the city, not a soul paid them any mind.
"Oddly I do not mind, having been blessed by the Goddess of light Shiram. Yet the other Twelve Riders serve Orgrem, and Medevah. None of them would refuse his gift of a second life and massive power and the chance to rule a Kingdom. Medevah knows he needs all thirteen and I will not be bought like that." The horse snorted and the Mounted One spoke again, "Soon, we will have to leave, I feel the Chosen Ones are stirring. Fate has dealt his hand and we will have to play against it. Will they be enough?" The Mounted One returned to it's silent vigil.
"CAI! Has that last one been located yet? Do not tell me you and are other Death Knights are that inept!" "Master Medevah, you know the traitor was protected by the light Goddess, unless we ride right into the traitor, we will not find them." "You know I need all thirteen of you to finally raise my undead army, the few hundred I have summoned have exhausted my Summoners and I grow old! I do not have an eternal life like yourself, at least not yet. Not until I have you all. Find the traitor, bring them! I can do the spell just as well." Medevah was standing and spitting mad, Again his elite Death Knights had failed him. "Yes Master." Cai bowed and rode out, wondering the same thing as his Master...
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