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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 3:39 pm
Atlantis
Several years after the Awakening, a corporate billionare by the name of Kyle Green discovered a large island on the Atlantic Ocean. Because of the United State's new political laws on corporate sanctuary and territory, Green was able to claim the island as his own, without purchase or military force. At first, his sattelite images lead him to believe that it was a newly formed volcanic island, but once there, his previous assumptions were abolished. Atlantis was not newly formed, but rather, resurfaced. After decades of reconstruction and establishment, Kyle Green transformed the island he deemed "Atlantis" into a neutral political sanctuary, and welcomed all Awakened races and magicians alike into his realm. He transformed the island's grand central palace into an educational facility deemed "Kyle Green's Institute for the Awakened". After Green's death, his position was succeeded by the Institute's new Dean, Master Atticus Royle, an elf, as well as an accomplished mathematician and biomagician. The entire island is covered in reconstructed ruins which Awakened individuals inhabit, and the city bustles with trade and personal training alike.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 1:47 pm
Missions
Here in Atlantis, users will have the option of applying for missions. Players going on missions will travel to the pre-arranged location and fullfill the task at hand. The task may be rescue missions, espionage, the arrest of known criminals, etc. Current missions will be posted here. When a mission is posted, people can apply by sending a pm to a MOD, who will then edit this post to add them to the mission list.
Current Misson:
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:29 pm
: Varian heaved a heavy sigh as she placed the last sheet of snowy white paper in its designated folder. "There," She said softly to herself, "all done." She swiveled about in her chair so that she was facing the main entrance to the building rather than the wall. "Now what to do...?" She tapped a finger to her lips as she thought. She had filled out all of the proper paperwork and filed it away, and she had shown a new student around the school. "Ahh yes, the new student." Varian rose from her chair gracefully, adjusting her skirt and blouse subconsciously. She was wearing a black skirt that was slightly pleated at the bottom with a white business shirt and a soft grey cashmere sweater vest. A black tie and Mary Janes brought whole outfit together nicely. "I wonder how our young Lionel is getting along. Maybe I will just head over to the kitchens and get some snacks for him; he must be homesick." Varian walked the short distance to the kitchens and asked for a plate of cookies before traveling up a flight of stairs. "Room 132..." She said as she reached the room and knocked softly on the door; her voice seemed to smile through the door to him as she spoke. "Lionel? It is Varian. I brought you some cookies, I thought you might be hungry." :
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 6:04 pm
From somewhere north along the Atlantic ocean, a wave of titanic proportions beat its girth against a small outcrop of stone, sending a frigid displacement of air to the south. As the frosty gust flew along the crisp ocean, it picked up speed, carried on by the continuous series of azure waves. It swallowed more and more air in its wake, and soon the gust became a blanket of wind with considerable size.
Forge sat on the edge of a small boulder on the island's shore, kicking his feet up and down idley. He titled his head upward, and a pair of stunningly blue eyes examined the faraway horizon.
A seaborn breeze suddenly broke along the shore, and tossed his long mane of blonde hair too and fro, toying with its braids and fettishes. It carressed his hard, square features, and he blinked to moisten his eyes. The sudden coolness brought by the breeze would have made any hard man shiver, but not Forge. He had slept many a cold night alone and homeless, with nothing to accompany him but his unnatural magical companions.
Forge hopped nimbly to his feet, his stainless steel boots crunching audibly in the beach's gravel. He rolled his shoulders and gave one last forelorn gaze to the ocean, before turning his back to it.
Forge ducked low to enter through the Institute's large doors; few entrances were built to accomodate a man of his proportions. A single elven guard winked and grinned at him, looking the massive human head to toe. Forge had grown used to recieving the elf's bold looks, and he grunted at the man is response. Somehow that caused the elf to chuckle and shake his head, finally breaking the gaze. Forge grimaced and continued through the lobby.
Striding up the stairwell comfortably three steps at a time, he ran his hand through his long hair to keep it out of his eyes. He made his way to the second floor and bent his head a little so that it wouldn't scrape against the ceiling. He saw a woman holding a small plate of cookies, and his eyes brightened. Without pausing, he reached out his massive sasauge-like fingers and grabbed a full handfull of the plate's contents; which meant everything. He stuffed the cookies into his mouth, ignoring the woman, and continued down the hallway towards his quarters.
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Adjunct Birdcatcher Vice Captain
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 11:10 pm
: Varian's jaw dropped as she stared down at the now empty plate in her hands. That pig had just stolen Lionel's cookies! "HEY!" She cried out to the rude man, "Hey?! You just stole my...cookies..." Her words trailed off as he turned the corner. It still amazed her how people could be so mean in such a peaceful place. Lionel opened the door and Varian sighed. "Some...man...ate them. I'm sorry." Lionel looked at her quizically but then shrugged. She blushed, "I must look rather odd with an empty plate in my hands...How about I have some delivered up to you? Would that be alright?" The boy nodded and smiled shyly at her. Varian smiled uncomfortably and nodded, still a bit embarassed. "Alright, see you later then." She fumed silently as she walked away. "Bloody oaf," she muttered, "what kind of sick person steals another person's cookies?!" :
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:28 pm
Just off the west coast of the mythical city, a heat signature appeared that sent sensors screaming off the charts. According to the sensors, something was rocketing across the sea towards the Institute with the power of a small comet. Even fifteen thousand feet in the air, the object still carved a massive rent through the sea below. To the naked eye, an idividual would catch nothing but a flash of white, and then a streak of fire arching across the sky.
Wrapped in a pocket of sustained kinetic energy, Khalen screamed through the sky, towards the Institute for The Awakened. His sightless eyes were closed, his concentration focused wholly on his mental connection to the kinetic forces that kept him in the air. The molecules of the air whipped about him in a tightly contained cone, extended before him into a point. The supercharged molecules formed a pressure vaccum that rocketed him through the air, propelled by nothing but his own power.
All he could feel was heat. He saw nothing, not in the technical sense. Rather, he navigated through his connection with the molecules around him, sensing each individual frequency of Mana and adjusting his course accordingly. That was how Khalen viewed the world- not with his eyes, his ears, or any of his other senses- with his mind. He sensed in terms of Mana frequencies- rather like echolocation.
Being so intimately connected with the matter that composed the entirety of the world, Khalen was nearly precognitive. Every shift of moleculular mass or release of energy was captured in his far reaching net of senses.
Something sparked his attention. Several energy reactions milled about just to the west of him- some of them quite powerful. A slow smile curved his pale lips. Khalen had found the institute. His eyes snapped open, cloudy, milky white orbs that swivelled to lock with his senses onto the frequencies.
Wrenching the tip of his cone sharply to the left, Khalen drew his supercharged particles tighter around his body to compensate for the sudden change of direction as he was ripped sharply to the west- rocketing straight for the Institute.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 7:30 pm
"Can they hear breath?"
This was the one thing running through his mind before a boy in his teens ran into the adjacent room, not knowing what awaited him there. "Don't kill me... I have parents! Think of my parents!" he immediately began to plea.
"Don't you worry... we've already attended to them," replied a shadowy figure, raising a gun to the trembling boy's forehead.
Shoryue didn't want to know what it was he heard. He knew it was loud... that was about all. An empty cartridge bounced toward the curtain where he hid... "Can they hear breath??" he hurriedly remembered, broken from his trance. He could hear their breath... he could hear them sniggering... he could just picture the smug expression each of them wore... he could taste their blood.
They had gone. Shoryue emerged. His brother's dying words... his parents... were his parents okay?
He raced out of the room to where the men had come from... immediately, he wished he hadn't. The walls were colored a shade of red he didn't care to see... and would probably never see again. The ones who had made this horrible paint would never draw another breath. His parents... what about HIM? why had his brother said nothing? was he trying to protect him? if so, why did he mention his parents? who, if anyone, did he want dead...
He snapped into consciousness... his head spinning faster than the churning falls beneath the bluff on which he had slept. He frantically clutched for the spent shell that hung around his neck. Its cool touch told him immediately where he truly was... when he truly was...
As he gathered himself, he noticed a streak across the sky, headed for the institute. He released the shell, charging it to dance about his neck of its own accord; he had more important things to worry about. He tensed his muscles and from them shot an array of electric light... with a dazling, silent discharge of blue, he was off... pulling himself through an evershifting sea toward his destination...
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Adjunct Birdcatcher Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 12:14 am
Forge grunted sourly at the wooden grains which stood centimeters from his eyes. The door was only inches thick, and yet it barred his path completely from entering his own domain. Firm councilling had taught him better then to shatter another door, and yet he couldn't stomach the inability to unlock the stupid thing.
Calming himself, he let out a deep breath, and removed his white knuckled grip from the door handle with care. He looked down and saw that he had somehow managed to warp the spherical shape of the knob. Forge grimaced.
Cracking his knuckles against his palm, he turned and walked away, fearing a personal outburst. As he made his way through the halls, he couldn't help but hear what sounded to be an explosion; something much similar to the sounds jets made when they were traveling at high speeds overhead. It seemed to originate in the room next to him, and in an act of irrationality, (perhaps fueled by his intense desire to shatter a door) he slammed an iron-hard fist through the blasted thing, shattering it inward with an audible crack. Without hesitating, he carried his weight with the blow, continuing through the entrance and widening the opening, sending splinters scattering.
Forge's senses tensed with awareness.
Nothing but a bed, a vanity, a nightstand, and assorted clothing.
Forge kicked a pair of white cotton panties out of his path as he loped for the adjacant window. Throwing open the curtains, he blinked at the light, adjusting his vision.
It was too dark in the room.
Grunting, he flexed something in his mind, and felt the ancient stone walls of the institute, felt the individual grains of refinished wood which separated him from them, felt the layers of asbestis insolation. He didn't even have to concentrate any more, just will it, and millions of molecules began splitting and bonding, reconstructing like so many building blocks, until the wood in front of him began to warp and blur. The wall was still for a moment, and then Forge flexed his mind once more. The wall burst outwards, and Forge exited the Institution through his personal door in its wake. Somehow, the wall was no longer a wall, but the back, spine, shoulder blades, and flank of something else entirely. The humanoid lumbering manifestation turned, over twice the size of Forge himself. Its innards were made of compacted insolation, the rest of it a collection of ancient, moss-covered stone.
Forge's disposition warmed at the sight of the Golem; it lightened his mood every time he saw a new friend, a new toy. He grinned in spite of himself and reached out, touching the Golem's slick, mossy stump of a face.
And then Forge had no more need of the Golem, and it collapsed, asbestis and wood and stone clattering in a jumbled heap before him. He needed an exit and the Golem had served its purpose.
Forge wasted no time examining the sky with his keen vision, looking to the horizon as he often did in search of the noise's source.
He could just barely make out blasts of waves and firey arcs in the distance.
Forge sighed. He felt no real inclination to travel offshore, without really knowing if the fast-approaching thing was even a threat. Either way, he had no intention of letting his first, new, and only home be jeapordized, so he decided to get to work.
Looking back at the Institute, he already saw dozens of inhabitants flocking outside and peering about the shore. One woman even peeked from his newly made door. Without looking back to the horizon, Forge turned to the Institute and began walking, looking for something hard, something tougher then the stones of the ruins and buildings...
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:05 pm
Forge's expression was blank as he marched up the beach and people stared at him as he walked; he showed no recognition of their presence. He climbed a bit of an incline until he reached level ground with the institute and continued past its rear, circling it until he reached the left wall. As he went he picked up speed, the urgency carrying his step of its own free will.
Houses began to appear, the dwellings of a thousand different metahumans and Awakened sprouting across the terrain like so many blades of grass.
His eyes narrowed and he stopped, scanning for something...
And then he spotted it- just east of the Institute, a storage silo almost two hundred feet tall, with a round girth of a quarter its height. It looked like some sort of titanium finger reaching from the island itself; it was a new addition to Atlantis unlike most constructs, and was crafted of a thick titanium alloy material from a manufacturing company in the United States.
Forge approached the thing, cracking his knuckles unintentionally. He stopped only a dozen or so meters away from it in the tall wild grass, and stared.
The giant man flexed that foreign part of his mind, and suddenly became all too aware of his surroundings. He felt the tall golden grass, foxtail, and a few scattered pebbles of ancient stones.
And then he stretched his consciousness.
Suddenly the storage Silo appeared all too real to him, almost as if it was an extension of his being, of his corporeal existence. The thing was massive in proportions, atleast twice the height of the Institute itself. Forge concentrated (He had never taken control of something of this size, and for this needed his full span of awareness) and began to examine each individual molecule of the construct. Trillions and trillions of them seemed to flood into that little part of his mind at once, overflowing them with his presence. Forge squinted, a vein appearing on his left temple, and he brought a shaking hand to his head. He felt a pressure weighing upon him, and a warm sensation in his ear.
And then his eyes snapped open, his body going rigid. The Silo moaned in the tone of solid titanium, an incredibly bass thing that sounded much like a plane's wings being torn from its cabin. The molecules of the titanium began to split and bond, reconstructing seemingly of their own newly attained will.
Forge dropped to his knees, his throws of agony going unheard, silenced under the great weight of the sound of bending metal.
And then it was done.
Forge gasped and looked up, tears of blood streaming down his sweaty complexion. He sniffed, and stood.
Before him, lied a massive pile of food supplies for the island of Atlantis. Towering over it was a Golem four times the height of the Institute, crafted of solid titanium. Forge couldn't help but smile at his new friend. The Golem reached down, a forefinger the length of a bus raking the earth roughly in front of Forge. He stood, whiping the soil from his breeches, and stepped onto his friend's finger. The thing lifted its hand into the air and placed Forge on its shoulder, where he stood comfortably balanced, holding onto an outcropping of titanium flesh which sprouted from the Golem's neck, assuring that Forge would not slip and fall.
Taking a deep breath, Forge returned his gaze to the horizon and to the source of the noise, which he could no longer hear quite so well at this distance. He yawned, and crouched the seat of his rear onto the Golem's shoulder in a comfortable position.
"Kind sir,"
Forge jumped and swiveled his head, looking face to face with a handsome elf with green eyes. His entire body below his neck was hidden entirely in the great drapes of a silky, forest-green robe. The man's hair was auburn in shade, and his expression was warm yet inquiring. When Forge looked at the man's feet, he noticed that he was standing upon what appeared to be a great flower which bloomed shoulder-level with the Golem.
"May I ask of you what exactly you intend on doing with my storage unit?"
Forge blinked and looked at his new friend.
"'s a Golem."
The elf raised an eyebrow quizzicly. "A Golem?"
Forge peered back at the titanium thing before returning a look which seemed to question the elf's sanity. "It no be lookin' like a Sila tah me."
The elf nodded in recognition, smiling. "No, that it does not, that it does not..." His eyes darted to all corners of the Golem, examining its every feature.
"What do you call yourself?"
"Forge."
The elf nodded, as if remembering something. "My name is Atticus. It's a pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind me asking again, what are you doing with this... this Golem?"
Forge gazed over his shoulder for a moment, and then returned his eyes to Atticus. "Watchin'."
"What for?"
Forge thought a moment, but in actuality was searching for the right word to his thoughts. A Scandinavian thought in norse tongue, not english. "Trouble."
Atticus didn't flinch, but the warm hint in his tone disappeared. "What kind of trouble, Forge?"
Forge shrugged. "It flies." He pointed at the horizon, where he had felt that horrible sound only minutes ago. Atticus nodded. "The heat signature."
The elf rubbed his temples between his thumb and forefinger for a moment. "I suppose you don't plan on repairing the hole in the Institute's wall, or ensuring that our food supplies don't spoil to the elements, so I will have somebody else take care of it. One moment, if you please," Atticus held up his forefinger, gesturing for patience. A single vine sprouted from the flower's pollen, carrying a bud to his mouth. Atticus spoke into it for a moment, but Forge couldn't make out his words. When he was done, he made a flicking motion of his wrist, and the bud flew off, propelled by rapidly-spinning petals towards the Institute.
Atticus took a deep breath and looked Forge head to toe.
"More questions?" Forge inquired.
Atticus only shook his head, looking to the horizon. "No, Forge. No more questions."
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Adjunct Birdcatcher Vice Captain
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 7:32 pm
: Varian turned sharply, slightly surprised at the voice coming from behind her. Upon seeing the young man before her, her face blossomed into a warm smile, and she tucked a few loose strands of brunette hair behind her ears. "Why yes, we are on the second floor of the Institute; the dormatory." The woman smiled and waved a polite goodbye, walked briskly down the hallway, and then the stairs. :
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 9:58 pm
: Varian sat at her desk, one hand under her chin, elbow on the desk, the other clutching a book. It was an old book; burgandy with golden gilding. Its pages were worn and yellowed, and it had a rather odd smell; she was absorbed in its contents. Its title was simple. Walls. Varian reached the end of the chapter and replaced the silken bookmark built into the book's spine. She locked up the cabinets and removed her reading glasses. "Well...I think I will take a walk." She said to herself, tucking her book under her arm and clutching her reading glasses in her other hand. The only problem was, she didn't know where to go. "Maybe I will go to the gardens? Yes, the gardens." Varian rose from her chair and exited the building, some fresh air would so her some good. :
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:07 pm
: Hearing a frightening sound, Varian stopped her reading and walked in the direction she thought it was heading. Very soon thereafter, she heard another sound; but the source of this was no mystery. There was a large...thing...on the other side of the school. Varian walked briskly in its direction.
A few minutes later, Varian had reached the opposite side of the Institute. What she found was indescribable. :
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:34 pm
"I still don't understand how it works, though," said Atticus as he sat on the shoulder of a titanium Golem adjacant to the largest man he had ever met. He spoke between bites of a large pink fruit.
Forge shrugged, as the juicy meat of his own fruit dripped down his chin. He ran his arm across his face, cleaning off the mess.
"I mean, why is it always a Golem? Why not anything else?"
Forge looked pointedly at the large fruit, and then tossed its remains over his shoulder. He thought for a moment before speaking.
"It no be like that. Tah meh, anywho..."
Atticus raised an eyebrow, waiting for the large Nord to continue.
"Golems be everywhere, just waitin' fer meh, callin' fer meh, especialleh when I be alone, yah? I can see 'em, hear 'em, even though I know 'em tah be naught but walls and the like. All I be doin' is freein' 'em, and they are thar, walkin' and movin'." Forge shrugged again.
A resounding thud sounded from far below, followed by a short "Ouch!" Both men turned.
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Adjunct Birdcatcher Vice Captain
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Azalea Verde Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:52 pm
: Varian whimpered from her position on the ground. Bewildered as to how she got there, she sat up and rubbed the back of her aching head. Looking around her, she saw the core of some kind of fruit. "What is wrong with you?!" She yelled up at whoever it was that had thrown it; she grimaced at her own voice. She looked up and saw two small specks on the shoulder of the great beast. Varian rose shakily to her feet and collected her book and glasses. She held back tears of anger and pain and began to stalk away. Vanessa Smith had never been one for confrontation, and she refused to let her temper get the best of her now.
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