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 Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 7:26 pm
Welcome to the Twilight
Imagine, if you will, a fertile field of endless length bustling with the greatest of fragrant scents and sights. An occasional tree can be spotted and sometimes even small groups of forestry can be seen across this vast country land. Life of all kinds flickers to and fro, wild and tame alike. There's even been many establishments streaked across this wondrous land to entice those to forever stay within its grasp.
Life is peaceful here, and not many dangers can be found when venturing throughout these lands. Some say that it is the effect of the soothing environment, others say it is simply an understood place of peace. However... there is something much deeper to it than that.
Upon the rise of every day, the starting of the sun, something magical stretches its way across the land. The leaves glimmer with the shine of white pastels and each blade of grass sparkles with the faintest drops of water. All around the environment draws to a marvelous white tone, and the textures of these colors seep into all that walk within its wake. Buildings, creatures, even people take part in this magnificent performance, and all become consumed within the depths of colors that the day brings.
The sun comes overhead and the day begins anew. There's a slight prickle about your skin as you venture out into the welcoming sights around you. You'll notice that as time goes on, the colors shift into a greater spectrum. noon with its bask of reds and oranges, eve with its yellows and greens, and night with its purples and blues. There's never a moment in the day that you are not of one color or another, and that is a great reason why many venture to this beautiful land today.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 7:28 pm
A bit of Info
There are a few guidlines to rping in the Twilight zone. ((Everyone knew that one was coming))
1) You must follow the coordination of colors according to the time of day. ex. if the current shade of color is blue, everything in the area including your rpc is blue, no exceptions. Even magics and whatnot that are casted will come out in a blue shade.
2) Fighting is allowed, but try to act out your character being more relaxed than usual. As said in the intro, it's a majestic, soothing environment. Act it out as such.
I'll add more rules if needed. Hopefully this is all it will need.
I might throw in certain affects for each shade the color is, depending on how many people rp in here and how many of those people fight.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 7:29 pm
Current Events
This is where events, special occasions, new establishments, or any other news will be brought up. Anyone in the guild can make a place in the Twilight Fields so long as they pass it by me first. Look in this section to see what the current shade of color is.
Current Shade: Violet
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:11 pm
Gear treaded over the empty plain, shielding his eyes from the intense glare from the white landscape. Although he'd be racially classified as "white," this was taking it to a whole new extreme. He was barely able to make out the features of the land in front of him, as it all seemed to mesh together. This much bright tended to make him a little uncomfortable, and he looked forward to any kind of color change. He really wanted to see green or blue...
It was the first time in years he's actually taken a vacation, and he intended to enjoy himself. He'd wanted to come to this place for years, and finally had the time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 7:15 pm
The day was progressing fairly swift and the shades of the transcendent lands flushed into a flurry of violet blossoms. The transition was slow at first, but the colors soon became apparent through the glistening colors. Gear would begin to notice the tones of his skin shifting into an array of a more purple nature along with the landscape and he would also likely notice a lightly populated village a little down the ways.
((As a side note, it's not pure white, but everything is a shade of white, be it darker or brighter. It's a magic-type color change, and it wouldn't burden the eyes in the way you described since it'd be like looking at a normal scenery with just different shades.
Even if it doesn't sound logical, roll with it. Not everything is supposed to make sense.))
Not long down the ways, Gear would also catch sight of a familiar face from the Merc League, one of the ranking colonel, though it was little more of a title to the man. Were he in a normal view, Gear would see him adorned in nothing but blacks and grays with a dark-aura katana by his side. But because of the magical shades, he would see little more than deep violet images before him, simply passing time in a peaceful state of mind over towards what seemed to be an inn.
The man seemed peaceful enough all things considering, and fairly friendly to boot. Less he was given incentive to repel a force, the man seemed about as harmful as the few children playing in the town center.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:10 pm
Gear approached the figure ahead, only to see the colors change from white to purple. "Huh," he said, looking at his gloved hands. He took off his normally-black gloves and looked at his bare right hand. It was purple itself. He smiled slightly in amusement and continued forward. "On vacation Colonel?" he asked. He could be direct with him. He only outranked him by one O-grade.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:38 pm
He perked up for a moment and cast a glance over at the approaching man. It wasn't often that someone from the League gave him notice, but when it did his rank usually came to mind. It was a little odd to the man, but he shook it off rather quickly and extended his hand to the figure before him.
"Please, no formalities here. Tis such a burden to be called upon such surfaces time and time again. Instead, dear friend, call me Zeo. For ranks are little more than an acknowledgement of acomplishments."
The man stood tall, a good 6'-6'2, though in Gaia hights like this were only average. His garbs, an oddly deep purple, were loose and baggy, seeming to hide his every crevice with their gentle weight. Even as he prepared to embrace the hand before him, it'd be difficult to tell whether the man was truly moving or not. Even the usual thin fabrics of his black glove seemed a little hard to judge if they were moving or not.
"Like a ronin of little shame, I simply seek out a place to be. The Mercenary League, a pleasant niche, is but a place in which I rest. How long I'll last, now that's the question to this entire inserection." He gave a pleasant nod along with his jest, and his essence felt warm as softly as it pressed. Yet gazing upon that fabled face he'd see a scar with careless grace streaking from the eye of right in which it haults about the cheek of sight. A patch, however, he would see when gazing for the eye unseen.
((Sorry, felt a lil poetic at the end. Basically said a scar from the right eye to the left cheek.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:03 pm
Gear nodded and smiled as the man spoke, acknowledging understanding until he finished speaking. "Yeah, yeah...I have no idea what you just said. Talking to you is hard work, and even though I have genius-level intellect, I never was all that great at interpreting Shakespeare."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:22 pm
"Why, surely you jest! No matter, perhaps I should down this high vernacular."
He gave a sigh and gently plucked himself from the building, a light creak coming from the velvet planks behind him. "The name is Zeo, dear friend, and formalities are not needed here. We're from a system of ranking, this is true, but I'd rather you called me by name."
Resting his hand easily alongside the hilt of the blade at his left side, the street clothes samurai would approach him to get a better view of his clothing. He was much like a child whose curiosity pries beyond the normal limits of man, while keeping a certain aura about him that was a bit deeper than what the surface portrayed.
"I take it you're not from around here." He began slowly as he turned his eyes back to Gear's face with a slightly amusing glance. "Perhaps you'll become more accustomed to the shades with but a few paces of time."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:20 pm
"Well, my name's Richie for the record," he said, looking around. "And I don't want to get accustomed too fast. When you get accustomed too fast, the wonderment of such a strange place would wear off, and there would be less amusement to me."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 1:27 pm
"Tis a matter of perception, dear friend, for the wonders of such a world can only taint those as quickly as they will it." He spoke like a riddler keeping tune with his game, drawing a sort of odd pleasure from the bending whims of his speech. One moment he spoke like a normal person, the next like a character in a play. Regardless of these notions, the man would simply raise his hand with a light chuckle before dissipating into the swinging doors of the tavern walls.
"Find yourself a rest! Tis not wise to go without a lodging."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 1:33 pm
Gear blinked as the man made off and made his final comment. "Um...okay?" he said, stepping out. "Lodging," he said to himself as he looked around.
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