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Post by dashrendar on Sept 8, 2006 14:44:53 GMT -5
\\Intro//
The year is 3742 AC (After Cataclysm) and the world exists in an inky state of darkness and turmoil, both literally and figuratively. After the Great Cataclysm when the Damocles Jihad freed humanity from the crushing oppression of robotic masters of it's own creation the world Gaea exited in a Utopian state of peace and harmony. Fear of machines could not erase human dependence on them, however, but several new disciplines arose to balance the mechanical aspect of technology. The first were the Adepts, those gifted individuals able to tap into the Aether, using the cosmic energies to create eddies in reality, or Spells. The second and more mysterious of the two were the enigmatic Damocles Knights. A group of skilled warriors they claim to be able to communicate with the gods that abandoned the world long ago. They travel through the land doing good and performing miracles.
A truly great society and one based on a single great commandment. Thou shall not create a machine in the image of a human mind. With this statute in mind and an ingrained phobia of all computers on the mind of every citizen the world continued peacefully enough...Until now. A powerful militant supremest group known as the House of Nahz has seized control of Capitol City, using advanced machines and computers to transform the peacefully habitation into a hellish fortress nearly over night. From there they started a nightmare crusade over the lands of Gaea, employing advanced technology to initiate their great Purge of all nonhumans. Fey, Dwarves, Moreaus, Drakeling. Any 'sub'human race was hunted down and exterminated, their progress halted only by the formation of the Rebellion, a ragtag band of humans and quasi humans dedicated to eradicating the evil Nahzi Reich.
Through the turmoil one ledgend alone holds the hope of salvation. An ancient lore passed down through generations and speaking of four youth, each posessed of one of the four Aspects of Gaia. Earth, Water, Air and Fire. The ledgend goes to say that these four would unite their powers and recover the three Worldstones, Aether artefacts capable of summoning Polkus the Wise, a demi diety powerfull enough to rid the world of House Nahz once and for all.
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 8, 2006 14:54:02 GMT -5
((That's it, I prefer to keep RPs kinda loose and goosey. Do whatever you want, be one of the Elemental Youth, be a warrior from House Nahz, be a Rebel, I don't care. Adepts are Black Mages, Damocles Knights are White Mages. Feel free to play more than one charachter but don't god mode and keep powers reasonable.))
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Post by Topaz on Sept 11, 2006 1:47:25 GMT -5
Youkai Kage looked keenly through the brush, he had run far after killing his creator. Now he was in a remote area, one of the few places not destroyed in the time when machines ruled. The sun had set and he had began his hunt for food. Not needing much to eat, he snuck up on a few small animals, their darting eyes and twitching ears showed that they felt his presence but could not see him. He killed his prey and devoured them quickly, the moon was full and in order to maintain his energy Youkai Kage needed sleep. He found the home of the creatures he had eaten, a small hole in the ground. He let his essence seep into the hole to protect him from the pale glow the moon cast down. Waiting patiently for the sun to rise.
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 11, 2006 22:20:03 GMT -5
The fitful candle light flickered off the thin walls of the small canvas tent, a single flame on upturned bucket guttering in the wind that shook the frame and cloth walls. Dash sat on the edge of the cot, his head in his hands, cold sweat dripping from the base of his flaming red hair over white knuckles to sting blue eyes before dripping off a long, sharp nose and onto a pair of travel worn boots. The sounds of merriment from without fell on deaf ears as he struggled in the grip of the vision. Even now, after their recent victory over an Nahzi supply convoy, even after his part in the attack the other rebles wanted little to do with him. Everyone shared a tent out of nescesity. He sleapt alone. Perhaps it was his gruff manner. Perhaps his former ties to the Nahzi Neverenders. He didnt care. He liked it that way.
He grunted, the assault of memories hammering on his brain like a smith on an anvil. He saw a small house and a happy family. He saw a smiling woman, and a laughing child. He remembered the endless nights strapped to the operating tables, cruel steel still impaled in his body where the scientists had left it for the night. Absentmindedly he reaced for his sword, gripping it like a drowning sailor grips the mast before the storm. Like the last link to his lost sanity. It was an odd blade, wide and long with a blood channel running down the center it was forged of black steel, like a shard of a shattered nightmare cast into reality by a raving madman. It's hilt was trully curious tho, A barbed cylinder, gripping the weapon caused just as much pain as cutting with it as spiked needles pushed into the flesh of the wielder. Craer squeezed, tiny droplets of blood poping out between his fingers as he gritted his teeth against the visions and the pain.
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Post by Kate Valentine on Sept 21, 2006 19:06:21 GMT -5
Violet pupels met with the metal of their workroom. How long had it been? Five years? "The dream, again?" A voice asked. We see a man ask, leaning against the steal walls. We hear a gasp. The man laughs. "You're not in trouble, Annalyse." We now see a woman, clothed in combat boots, black pants, overjacket, and a brown shirt look down at the floor in embarassment. Her shoulder-lenght, light-brown hair droops into her face, loose from the bun she had had it in an hour ago. "I apologize, boss." She said, brushing the loose strands from her eyes. "The screens just...tired me out." Anna said with a heavy sigh. To her surprise, her boss laughed. "No kidding, kid." He said with a smirk. He was now next to her. Anna rose a brow; kid? He wasn't much older than she. "There must have been a reason you came here, sir." She probed. "Oh! Yes, thank you for reminding me." He took a breath before continuing. "The training for the final exam begins in five minutes." "FIVE MINUTES? WHAT THE HELL AM I WAITING FOR?!" Anna is seen running out of the trailer, quickly shouldering her (sort-of?) AK-47 and duel sabers. Her boss is seen smirking after her and shaking his head. "Girls."
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 21, 2006 20:06:53 GMT -5
Dash's sweat soaked form suddenly stood erect, upsetting the tiny table and extinguishing the last hopefull flame of the tallow candle. He was tall for a human, almost abnormaly so. Standing a whole head above the average man his blue eyes, suddenly clear and full of purpose, pierced the darkness, the photoreceptors installed behind his retinas making the interior of the tent glow with the radioactive green tint of night vision. He let the sword drop from his fingers, propping the spiked hilt against the rough cot. He felt the tingle of nanites on his skin as the wounds in his palm started to twist and knit shut. He flexed the steel fingers of his bionic limb (Oh, Dash has a prostetic arm, if I forgot to mention it before.) and heard the click and whir of the rotors and cogs as he moved the dumb didgit. A patchwork of scars and shiny burns criscrossed his bare chest like some diseased cartograph of a madmans fantasy.
He retrieved his coarse black tabbard from where it lay neatly folded at the foot of his bed. It was an odd garment, tattered and worn, covered in a myriad of patched slash marks and faded glory. It had once been fine, with silvered embroidery about the hem long since picked out and the remnant of an insignia on the left breast, indistinguishable after so much time. He dropped it over his head and stepped out of the tent, not noticing how pointedly the other rebels seated around the fire refused to look at him and started running, his breath fogging in the chill night air. He diverted nanoenergy from his senses to his legs, sight and hearing dimming as his speed increased. He was unaware of where he was running, or why. All he knew is that if he did not run some part of him would break free and go shooting acrost the sky. The ground blurred under his feet as he sprinted, carying him farther and farther from the camp.
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Post by Topaz on Sept 23, 2006 9:24:49 GMT -5
Youkai Kage lifted his head slowly, the flourashing grove which he had come to days before was gone. Destroyed by him, as he hunted down the remaining life. The once green grove now blackened with Youkai's presense. It was time to move on, he was done here. Rumor of him had reached the people who lived nearby. Youkai Kage feared people, if they could give him life then they could certainly take it away. It was after dawn when a boy who was filling buckets with fresh water glanced up, only to see a creature off in the distance sink slowly into the shadow of a rock.
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Post by Kate Valentine on Sept 23, 2006 18:12:19 GMT -5
"Allright! Gather up!" Anna sighed at her Instructor's orders, and got up off of the grassy ground. She and the other girls in the army had been stretching, while the guys did the rest of their excersises, all preparing for the last portion of the test--running ten miles with their main weapons strapped to their designated places, and in excersise clothes. Anna basically wore her tennis shoes, uniformed spandix shorts (for girls), and standard black shirt. They all had their heavy army jackets tied around their hips. There were about ten to twenty people able to take the final, advanced test gathered. "Now, we are taking the route that is open to any attack." Their fitness/battle instructor said, pointing to a map hanging on a nearby fence. "Have your weapons ready." Anna checked her own sabers and gun, then quickly strapped them on to grab easily. Everyone did somewhat of the same, each having various weapons and speacilties of their own. "If you stay with us, you'll pass the test. Got it?" Everyone gave their nods in agreement, and the instructor smiled. "Now, MOVE OUT!"
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 24, 2006 11:59:36 GMT -5
Time passed, Dash did not know how much. Perhaps a minute. Perhaps an hour. All he knew was the wind on his face, the thump of his feet on the ground and the exquisit ache of exertion in the muscles of his legs, is thighs and calves exploding like pistons against the ground, propelling him forward at an unnatural rate. The earth dropped away, his memories dropped away and he felt at peace. In his euphoric state of peace he remembered running, long ago, on stubby leggs and chubby fingers. He heard the Kind Voice. "look at him go! Perhaps we should call him Dash instead of..." With a gasp he stopped, his idyllic calm shattered by the unwanted memories. He stood panting, suddenly exausted by his return to reality. As he turned down his muscular reaction he could feel the bioenergy draining from his legs, but as he returned his hearing he picked up the sounds of a group of people off to his left.
He creapt slowly forward until he came to the edge of a deep ravine and saw below him black clad figures toiling through the underbrush. He recognized them immediately as Nahzi soldiers and a familiar feeling gripped his chest. They wore a similar tunic as he did, all be it with the insignia still attatched to the chest, most with light running clothes and weapons. A mixture of exaultation, hatred and hope coursed through him. Everytime he fought the Nahzis he knew that he might be killing the person that could tell him of his past. The person that could get him into the Nazi High Archives. He was too far from the camp to call for backup. He would have to wipe them out himself. He cursed himself for leaving his sword at the camp. Oh well. If these were the average Nazi scum he would have little trouble dispathing them.
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Post by Kate Valentine on Sept 25, 2006 17:36:08 GMT -5
Anna immediately felt it--eyes on her. Who would be spying on her at this time? The perverts that usually bothered her weren't in sight! She would have easily caught these guys by then! "Sir!" She shouted. He showed no sign of slowing down, but the other men began to stop, one-by-one, here and there. They felt it, too. "SIR!!!" She screamed. She heard sounds of struggle from behind, and she ran to try and catch up with her capitan. "I KNOW! KEEP RUNNING!" Her instructor yelled beside her. Together, they ran from the incoming danger.
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 25, 2006 21:31:54 GMT -5
Dash stood from his hiding place on the ridge, revealing his statuesque sillouette against the crystal clear sky, the full moon throwing his thin features into sharp relief. His loose clothing blew in the light breeze for an instant, frozen like ice in the fabric of time. Slowly he started moving, tilting forward until he fell into the ravine, running down the nearly vertical surface with his arms held ridgid behind him. Time seemed to slow as he turned his reflexes up to level 3, the slowmotion movement of his opponants like some macabre dance. The moment stretched on and he reflected, as he always did durring conflict. He did not want to kill them. He was sure that each individual, unless completely corrupt, did not want to kill him. He wondered at the fear, the hatred even as he hit them.
Like a hurricane.
He rammed his open fingers into the solarplexus of the first man he met, opening his hand and wrenching the poor soldiers guts in his body. Why? He thought. A cry left the soldiers mouth with a gout of blood, but Dash was already past, using his great momentum to launch a flying kick into the face of the next soldier. He could feel his neck snap like a twig. Why? He pushed his hand into the midrift of the next soldier and felt air on his fingers as it emerged from his back. WHY?!?!
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Post by Kate Valentine on Sept 26, 2006 17:42:07 GMT -5
Anna couldn't run this hard and far, anymore. She saw her Coach staggering, and made a quick dicision. She stopped. Not only did she stop, she faced the danger that was coming to her. There, she drew her sabers, and opened her senses to the earth--something she thought she would never do again. The world would tell her where her danger lay beneath its sky, and sometimes what was her danger. She waited.
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 26, 2006 18:07:12 GMT -5
Dash had hit the back of the colum, tearing through their ranks like a wolf among chickens with no place to run. He had the element of surprise. They were tired from their run. And he was a Neverender, the crystalization of Nazi military technology. Nanites and implants coursed through his body like fire, making him stronger, faster, and tougher than the average human. Incredibly so. A calm fell over the slaughter, moans of the wounded drowned out my the screams of the dying and Dash stood in the midst of the carnage, blood and burst entrails dripping from his arms up to the elbows. His shirt had come open durring the fighting and blew in the wind, revealing the odd tattoo on his chest, a series of vertical bars over numbers. The mark of a Nazi experiment. He paused, looking towards the front of the ranks, those who had been faster than the rest. A pitiful four soldiers had finaly formed up the wherwithal to fight, a woman and three men with drawn weapons. They looked prepared to defend themselves. His slight frown deepened as he crouched, waiting an instant before launching himself at them. They would have to go.
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Post by Kate Valentine on Sept 26, 2006 18:15:28 GMT -5
Anna glared, hardening her gaze. Was the man...human? The men beside her began to shake and finally chickened out--they ran away. THEY. RAN. AWAY. Anna would never join the fear of this super-human-machine...thing. She blinked away tears and forced herself to focus. It was then that she saw IT. "Oh my...he's one of us." She whispered. "Or...an experiment?" It was then that she knew she was in deep, deep trouble. She dropped her sabers and clasped her hands together. The planet was more than happy to oblige--and a mudslide poured over the super-human, thus halting his process. She did not have much time.
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 26, 2006 18:40:33 GMT -5
Dash had no time to react, and even if he did he had no place to go to escape the sudden torrent of earth that rained down on him like a flash flood. It was as if the earth its self suddenly decided to swallow him and end his miserable existance. For a moment he was tempted to let it. But the rebellion needed him, and he had to know who the woman in his vision was. He had to get to he Nazi high archives. The last thing he saw before the crushing weight of stones and earth sealed his vision was the strange girl who would not run, making some gesture to the planet as if pleading for help.
Dash took stock of his position. His right arm was broken, but that was no problem as he could already feel the nanites moving in to repair it. His bionic left arm was intact, but he did not have much air left. he had not managed to gasp a breath and had, at his estimate, only 2 minuites of air left in his lungs. He couldt move. He couldnt breathe. He had no idea what ambush awaited him when he finaly got free. His eyes were closed, but he squeesed them tighter. He had not wanted to do this...
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