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A warrior, nay, a Lord, looks over the landscape, a beautiful forest, over watched by the gentle smile of the moon. His fortress, which has long withstood the forces of evil, now awaits the command, one it knows well. The command that will be carried by the wind, to their very souls.
Go, it will whisper. Prepare yourself, and breathe. Battle is upon us, and all that we hold dear is about to be destroyed. You must defend it with your life, for that will be the price. Say goodbye to your loved ones, and then swear to wait for them in the next life.

The sun rose reluctantly on that morning, the day on when which humanity vanished from the world, it a final flash of glorious battle that time will remember as the greatest battle in history. Prehaps the sun knew what was to happen. When it did come, it was red. Red as blood, and with it came a sky of fire. The moon disappeared, and it cried as it left.
The armies of evil, the demons for which humanity worked so long to banish, had at come to this one place, this last fortress. They extended for eternities across the horizon.
Inside the castle, the Lord sat with his Lady for the last time. "My Lord," she said. "Please," he whispered. "help me into my armor." Tears in her eyes, she did as he bade. The shiny steel flashed in the blood red sun, turning it to a sick red color. "My men need me," he said. She nodded, tears running freely down her face. The last tears shed by noble humankind. "For all my life, I have loved you," she said. "I have served by your side through all the troubles and through all times of prosperity. I only ask one thing. That as your spirit goes to join the gods and the brave who have passed before us, that you remember me. Remember my love, through all eternity."
He nodded, his soul hurt more than any demon spear in his gut could have." I will remember, and when I am dead, we will walk to the halls of my fathers together. We were always together in this life, and that will not change in the next." The Lady nodded, tears still streaming. She then handed him the final piece of his armor, the great sword of his fathers. The steel was stained black with demon blood, but it also had the aura of the gods. An aura that cried to all who could hear " I am the one who will save you, in the final moments. My dance means your freedom, so take care of me. Watch over me, as surley as I do your loved ones."
Without another word, the Lord left the room and joined his men in the courtyard. They all looked like the finest knights that ever rode into battle. The favors of ladies and wives hung around their arms, waving in the breeze like the hands of the ones who gave the favor. The Lord mounted his horse, the finest white stallion that ever walked the earth. The finest that ever would. His shield was handed to him, the shield with his family crest gleaming brightly."Today," he began in a voice of a god, " Today we fight for all we hold dear. Many of you will never see the sun set. All I have asked of you is your loyalty, and your blades. If there are any among you that wish to leave, you may try to do so. None will hold you at fault." No one even moved. "Throughout the ages, humanity has represented hope for all the mortal races. Sence the elves have perished, we have been alone in out quest. The ultimate evil stands on our doorstep, and we will greet it with war cries and our lances.
We will leave our mark upon this world, so that those who come after will remember our example."
He turned on his mount, and faced the gates. A great demon arose at the head of the army, and bellowed its challenge. In answer, the bells from the fortress rang their message of hope, and the trumpets blared.
The demons began to howl, and charged the gates of the castle. The Lord just sat and watched. A telltale twang of bowstrings from the archers was met by hisses of fury from behind the gates.
Then it came. The command.. the wind... Go, it said. Do me proud, and you shall sit at the halls of the gods this night. You will be remembered, by those who are left to remember.The souls of men soared, a warcry was raised. "For home, for hearth, and for those we leave behind!" The Lord raised his hand. The gates flung open, and the noble mounts of the humans raced out to battle. In mere moments, the gap between the two armies was closed, and metal met demon flesh, as the lances were driven into the hearts of the foe.

In the end, the charred remains of humanity laid out before the setting sun to see. Scores upon scores of the enemy laid strewn about. An age of darkness has descended upon the world, but there was one last token of good to be laid for all the world to see.
When the moon rose that night, a Lady of untold beauty descended to the ground. She walked among the corpses of the humans, and touched their hearts. When she did this, the soul of that man would rise up, and enter the halls of the gods with his family. The last corpse she touched that night was that of a Lord with his hand locked in death's grip on his sword, which laid in the heart of the Demor Lord. She smiled slightly, and a tear fell to the ground. His soul rose up, and looked at the Lady and nodded. The sword was passed to her, to be used when humanity could at last regain its foothold upon the world.
In glory he so richly diserved, the Lord walked into the Halls of the gods, and sat at the right side of He who is Light, and all was well with him. His Lady sat at his side, and their child was safe with the Lady who came from the moon. With a final smile, and a tear, the Lady of the Moon vanished, and all was made to be dark, on this and every other night for a thousand years.

It has been a thousand years now, and both factions struggle greately.
Alright, heres the deal.

Its been about a thousand years since the above story . There will be two factions here.

-Kirael Alliance (humans, elves, etc.)
-Demon Legion (the demons, and their many, many "allies")
(if youre unsure of where a race goes, pm me)
One faction cannot, in anyway, communicate with a member of the other, unless it is in combat. There are no neutral parties whatsoever, you are either for one and prey to the other, or vice versa.

While there are exceptions, they are few and far between. Humans are the most common gap between the factions, since they generally do whatever they feel like.

Objective - The Kirael Alliance seeks to find the child king in the care of the Lady from the moon where they will use him to lead an army to destroy the demons completely, while the Demons seek to capture him and force the essence of their dark god into him, forever changing him into a supreme being of evil against which no one can stand against, and the Demon Legions will swarm over all Creation.

Post your profile here, im not too picky, but dont over do it.
Rules!
1) Romance is allowed, but no cross factions, and nothing that would violate Gaia standard rules.
2) Swearing is allowed, this is wartime after all.
3) Put thought and feeling into your posts. No one liners, no chatspeek, no 1337.
4)Don't godmode.
5) Don't kill off another player.
6) Keep it clean, and have fun.

Gaia Name: Eldawen
Character Name: Gilrean
Age: 600
Race/Faction: Elf/Kirael Alliance
Occupation: Warrior/healer
Appearance: Gilrean is tall and slender, but not thin. Her hair appears to be silver in color, but reflects light in such a way that it is hard to tell, and falls to her waist, though it is usually kept in a braid wrapped around her head. Her eyes are sapphire blue.
Personality: Gilrean is a very quiet and reserved elf. She only speaks when she knows she's going to be heard and her words are needed. She rarely opens up to anyone, but she's there for others.
Weapons: Sword, spear

Gilrean sat atop of her horse and watched as Marvus checked for surviors. She had just recently joined Jayne's scouting party, and this was her first outing with them.

She sighed and shook her head as Marvus confirmed their frears: there were no surviors. Too long had this war raged on, and it was beginning to take it's toll on everyone, including herself.

((I hope I'm not being presumptuous and posting too soon))

"No, Sir. None of them are part of the company. I will dispose of the bodies, if you wish. No need for scavangers."

"Well Sir, there was one thing I found. It was cluched in the hand of the warlock here." Marvus pulled out the silver medallion. "The aura on this thing.. It hurts to touch it. I don't recongnize this symbol at all!"

Jayne sat motionless for a moment. Marvus was pretty learned in her opinion and if he didn't know it, then it probably boded ill for the company. she nodded as she reached her desition. "not long Gilrean, just long enough totake care of the bodies, and shield that thing. i don't want them to trace us back to camp. we'll head back.fast." then she turned her horse and rode over to the edge of the clearing. looking at the scene from every possible angle.

Gilrean's horse suddenly became uneasy and stomped his feet. Gilrean scanned the surrounding area. Nothing threatening was in site, but that did not mean it was not there.

She rode up to Marvus. "You feel it too?" She asked.

"Niether have I in all my six hundred years." Gilrean replied, gently touching her sword.

She hated not knowing what she was going to be up against, but there was no running from this.