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A wandering blade
The world is an uneasy peace after its first world war. To bring about a more stable peace, the countries have discharged their soldiers. These soldiers, called blades, were told to drop their weapons and go home, go to a peaceful life. However, some did not, some had no home to return to, some had no peaceful life.
These blades with no home wander around, their weapons strapped to their belts. They are known as the potential threat to the peace and have bounties on their heads. However, dark winds are blowing, winds that could require the blades' help to avert... Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Class (ie blade, peasant, ex-blade, etc.): History: Name: Sothan Brightblade Age: unknown, but he was 16 when he came into the war Gender: male Appearance:  Class (ie blade, peasant, ex-blade, etc.): Blade History: Sothan was the best fighter in his platoon. He had joined the war at age 16, three years before it ended, no one quite knows how long the war has been over, since its most decisive battle was fought three weeks after it ended. He now strides along the roads, avoiding trouble with a tipped brim of his hat.
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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red... 
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Name: Elyse Dorminsha
Age: 25 Gender: female Appearence:  Class: Returning Blade History: Elyse fought valiently in the war, though not the best warrior, still very skilled. For a while after the war her katana rested on the mantle of her peaceful home. However, turmoil started arising, as the people who capitalized on the last war plan on creating another like it, only more vile so it could never be stopped, never be taken by peace. The news of such an event came to Elyse, and she could not stand still: the war that stole her innocents would be in vain unless she acted, and her weapon was taken down from the mantal as she searches for answers.
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02-05-2008
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OOC: cool... now... just one more person and we're good to go... -ish
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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...
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02-07-2008
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Name: Leymedantis Vushaar
Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: A tall (6.0ft), slim figure dressed in tightly fitted woven cloth shirt and trousers. His face is quite long and gaunt, his blue eyes set deep back into the skull and a long, pointed nose. Brown hair cascades down to his shoulders, looking fairly well kept. There is a small sheath upon each sleeve, each containing what appears to be a small silver dagger. A larger sheath is attached to his trousers on the left hip, containing what appears to be some sort of katana. Class (ie blade, peasant, ex-blade, etc.): Ex-blade/Bounty Hunter History: Throughout the first half of the first world war, Leymedantis loyally served his country’s platoon as a Blade, hoping to one day either triumph over his country’s foes or to see a peace treaty signed – Leymedantis wished only for his family to live a safe, happy life. Poor treatment of his country’s Blades and months of bloodied war soon led to Leymedantis becoming jaded, before heading absent without leave, his reputed skill with the throwing knife allowing him entry to small neutral mercenary organisation oft hired by various countries to assassinate ranking members of the opposition. Now, in peace times, this organisation is no more, but Leymedantis continues to roam, taking bounties in exchange for funds in which he can sustain himself and his family. Not simply a bloodthirsty killer by all accounts, Leymedantis has been known to be bought out of taking a bounty... for the right price.
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02-07-2008
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Sothan slid through the darkened alleys of the large, stone-wrought city. Guards followed every which way, trying to capture him. It was to no avail. Sothan rounded a corner, shimmied up the wall of a house and leapt to the roof, he then dashed across the city, avoiding the guards easily.
Sothan shook his head and sighed, "What has become of this world? Why would they fight the very people who brought them peace?" he said to himself, sliding down a wall at the end of a darkened alley. He pulled the brim of his hat down over his face and slept...
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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...
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02-07-2008
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The streets of Mortife were just as cold and stinky as she remembered them: not all would rejoice in the coming of peace. The people in the darkened project regions were just as poor and downtrodden as they were before the war started. Only the people in them would change.
The conscripted would either be killed or come back to this place broken, be it physically or emotionally. Some would be so bad they living in other parts of the world, many of them as far away from the town as possible, or the country. Anyone that was a blade, however, would end up in the better places of the country, given they laid down their arms after the war that is. Yes, Elyse remembers this place well, one of many places that a blade was sent to, for the enemy hid within the broken walls of this place, a place where traitors were born. The beginning of the end for her innocents. It was a horrid flashback when she had to chase an enemy operative into the city. That operative had slain several civilians, including the contorted body of a small child, a little girl that had the look of a project child. Seeing poor people dead like that was the worst for Elyse: something in her mind was told that the rich deserved it, especially during her service. So here she was again, almost as it always has been. The differences were in her mostly: she was ten years older and not in combat fatigues that were issued to blades. Some the buildings were crippled from the war and had not been repaired, but other than that not much had changed. Mortife was still an open sewer with people dwelling within it. This time, she was here for answers. Answers to the rumours of the imploding corruption that threatens peace in the country, and maybe the world. She clutched her katana tightly as she walked into the back streets to avoid the glances of people, who would not be fond of someone carrying a blade. In the alleys she found herself in the rich person district, where things were less smelly and coated with stone: for protection of course. In her walking through she tripped over something soft, flailing to stay standing as she say what it was. It was a man covered in black. He appeared sleeping, though from his matching hat she couldn't tell. This isn't going to go well, she though, readying to defend herself.
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Sothan grumbled something unintelligible in his sleep. Then, he sneezed, snorted, and rolled over. A loud snore soon followed this action as he fell into a deeper sleep, the twin rapiers at his sides showing in the midday sun...
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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...
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02-07-2008
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Elyse breathed a sigh of relief when the person did not wake up. She took another look at him, seeing two rapier-type swords on his sides. She knelt by him, trying with failure to look into his eyes without moving the hat. He was very asleep in this town, this she figured. Whatever he did before had made him this exhausted. Of course he was armed...
This is a fellow blade! Elyse's heart raced at the thought. This was a blade that understood the coming of the evil and roamed the country with his arms. She hoped that he hadn't forgotten the way of the blade as she stepped over him and when down the street, looking for the bastard that was a contact.
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02-08-2008
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“Mortife. I can see why this place doesn’t attract the tourists,” Leymedantis says under his breath, the subtlest hint of sarcasm present.
He peers out of the alleyway very slowly and cautiously once again, allowing one eye to look at the desolation before him. A wide path running as far as the eye can see suggests this was once some sort of main roadway, utilised by the citizens of Mortife in this district prior to wartimes; now it is devoid of life. Large uniform stone buildings line both sides of the hugely wide path, running in both directions almost as far as the eye can see. For the most, these buildings appear to be structurally intact, even though the vast amount of stone debris within the street suggest otherwise. Hmmm. The cleanup here has yet to commence, then. After checking both directions quickly for a third time, Leymedantis sprints out of the alleyway with all the speed he can muster, heading for another alleyway on the opposite side of this pathway, a little further down the road. Nimbly, he manoeuvres over the mounds of broken and chipped stones and rocks that litter the ground, making a final leap off of a particularly large pile of stone, landing on his feet and in a crouched stance a couple of feet into the alleyway. His landing upsets a small mound of stones that were shrouded by shadows at the point of leaping, and he grabs the wall quickly to keep his balance, his left foot slipping out from underneath him and sending a barrage of stones tumbling noisily down towards the shadow-filled end of the alleyway. Leymedantis allows himself a momentary look down the alleyway, and seeing nothing in the shadows, turns back towards the main pathway, cautiously looking up and down for anybody that may pose a threat. Last edited by Deykari : 02-08-2008 at 05:20 AM. Reason: A spelling error!
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02-08-2008
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Sothan had heard the stones falling down the pile and had woken up, he looked up and saw someone. He had a sword and the look about him that said 'bounty hunter.'
"Shit, stay in shadows, black clothes... yay..." he whispered, hiding in a corner of shadows as the man swept his gaze up then turned. Sothan took this to his advantage and flew up the wall, grabbing various outward stones and window sills. Once on the roof, Sothan dashed away, he looked down and saw another blade, he slid from the roof and flipped, landing on the ground next to her, "It's not safe to carry your weapon around these days, unless you're a bounty hunter, but there's a bounty on them anyway." he said casually...
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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...
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