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 Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 1:50 am
As the first post, here are the players (for now) If at some point, we feel more people are needed / welcome, then by all means we'll let em in ^.^
Current Players:
Jade_Fallon
LucyQ602
<.....> means thought, "....." means speaking ^.^
Back before current memory there existed six kingdoms in the mortal realm. Each kingdom represented one of the elements that make up the realm and governed over their element's use.
They were:
Aquarion: Kingdom of the waves
Vulcan: Kingdom of the eternal flame
Avaion: Floating kingdom of the clear skys
Deurgon: Tunnel kingdom of the Earth
Colian: Kingdom of light
Kiernon: Kingdom of the darkest night
Though they had their differences, they all were balanced. Then one day, as must always happened, peace was shattered. Some unknown force began the corruption of these six great kingdoms. One by one they fell, ripped appart by infighting and wars. Now, they are only known as the faintest legend, mythical places that are told as bedtime stories and the magic they wielded so skillfully is slowly draining out of the land.
(More to come later as it develops. Most of all its a living world, hopefully, that we will shape from these humble beginnings.)
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:02 am
Somewhere, a large silver and gold colored dragon raises its great wedged shaped head, its eyes slowly opening to reveal multi-facited eyes. Its wings streach a bit and flutter as this giant from ages long past spreads its wings, it finanly is capable of coherent thought. It casts about, fianaly finding a crystal mirror in its dark prison. Tapping it with one claw the great golden beast stares into the milky white depths, calling to mind those it could still feel had the capability of helping it. Slowly two indescript figures form, almost seeming to be made of shadows in the depts of its mirror. Nodding its great golden and silver head it invokes an acient spell and slowly it vanishes in the dark cave, fragmenting into six parts and as each part enters the mirror, they are sent spinning far and wide, in search of those who can help free the once mighty Moon Dragon.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:07 am
Name: Tabitha
Age:15
Race: human
Personality: She is very hyper and a bit of an airhead at times.
Area of expertise:falling over own feet
Gift: air elemental/ quetzalcoat
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:25 am
The dream is always the same, she is in the clouds, really high in the clouds. Normally she would be frightened out of her mind, she hates highs. But this is so natural, its not exactly floating its not exactly flying, something in-between. Than it appears a quetzalcoat. Its snake like body moves effortless through the clouds. Than it sees her, with the greatest of ease its giant wings beat and change its direction, turning it toward her. Than the clouds darken, the whole sky darkens and she falls form the sky her body racked with pain.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:30 am
This time though the dream is different, as she falls a great golden blurr passes under her. A soft and yet commanding voice echoes in her mind, The blur passes over her, large silvery wings against a gold body. Then a face that she will remember upon wakeing, Yellow/blond hair surrounding a pale, freckled face and blue eyes that seemed to mimic the sky around here before the darkness fell. She returns to her endless fall into wakefullness.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:59 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:05 am
Outside the beginning of the day is lit by a false dawn, turning the world that uniform grey. The soft snuffling sound of small creatures looking for food is the only sound in this almost surreal quiet time. Off to the left the lake they camped at for the night, gleams quietly in the early dawn, as if trying to give a measure of peace to the startled girl. The hut they spent the night in sits behind her, whoever built it must have known the amazing view it would give them of the lake at sunrise. There seemed to be real love built into that hut, and even though her dreams were filled with darkness, now she can feel the peace that whoever lived here before her must have felt. Slowly from the other side of the lake, through those strange, haunted forests they traveled through to get here. A figure emerges. A ghost? A trick of the light? Friend? Foe?
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:13 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:18 am
The dragon constilation almost seems to wink at her once, before its light is extinguished by the slowly rising morning sun. As she walks around to the other side of the lake, the figure from before takes a silent step back into the forest, watching from the still shadowy depths. its cloaked figure hard to distinguish in the gloom. The figure thinks to its self, watching with eyes, as blue as the clear sky. It seems to smile briefly as it looks again up at the cottage before returning to this strange woman who showed up with the travelers. It decides to study her closer, a single golden curl escaping the depths of its hood.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:52 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 10:49 pm
The small cabin lay silent, its windows dark. Something about it echoed of an age long past..and of a sadness and a desperate lonelyness. The view of the lake from the cabin was quite spetacular, With a cliff rising up and over the lake to the left and the sun rising behind the cabin, the entire scene seemed to be that of a time long past.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:08 pm
From behind the cabin, a cloaked figure appears, a wind picks up in the clearing, catching the thatching of the roof and tugging it, from inside the hood, a few golden curls spill out. "Greetings young one." The voice is feminin, ageless in sound, it brings to mind the infinent depts of the sky. "I have been waiting."
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:18 pm
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