the land of death
in a land where there is one leader over the entire world, he aims to destroy all so only he can live with his chosen woman and start a new world for himself, in this land there is magical creatures such as dragons and werewolfs, also there is magic, the magic types are:
fire: make fire out of thin air etc.
water: make water out of thin air etc.
time: slow time down/up etc.
space: make items out of thin air etc.
there is also banned magic which is:
death: kill people, bring back to life etc.
shadow: create dark shadow creatures and control shadows etc.
your aim is whatever you wish to do, overthrow the king/leader, all the way to finding love.
check out the ooc to enter and read guidelines, have fun!
2. Jake Laker
5. Genesis 'Exodus' Leviticus
6. Olivia Johnson
7. Ragnor 'Spawn' Bloodwrath
8. Dicassin Valdayne
none, lets keep it this way!
Jake walked from the house, his passage veiled in the dark night. He passed the dead sentries. He passed the disarmed crossbow trap. He slipped out of the window, and without falling, appeared at the bottom of it. A guard passed in the murky cities of Mirakai, but he didn't see Jake. Of course not. The man wasn't even paying attention. Jake slipped into an alleyway, then climbed the wall. As he reached the flat roof, he lay down, smiling. Another target down, another bounty earned. He was still shaking from the adrenaline rush of fightng the orc bodyguard. This had been a close one. Who knew a merchant like Praven Cyre could afford such defense? In any case, it had ended well, and Jake was a hundred gold pieces richer. However, this small place bored him. It was time to move on to greater pastors.
Jake slipped off the roof, and made his way to the town gates. He moved to the guard, and as he touched him, the guard slowed down. In the time it took the guard to blink his eye, Jake is already gone, and the guard returns to normal. Jake is already on his way, having everything he would need to start a living somewhere; his weapons, clothing, and skills.
walls tight against my skin, a tiny prick of light high above my head, these idiots had locked me up for no reason, what had I done to disturb them, nothing, temperature dropping, goosebumps forming all over my body, it feels like the end for me, then a sudden, loud, clank makes me look, and I see the lock binding the door has eroded away. Tiptoeing I slowly look left, then right to make sure I am alone and begin to search the dead bodies of the guards around me for anything of use, nothing, but the amount of guards said they should be heavily armed, looking at the area I begin to ask myself why. Why am I here? who am I? What should I do? Suddenly a wolf turns the corner and in a moment of panic I slam my hands together and a giant shock wave smashes into the animal, destroying the wall behind it, showing light, blinding me for a few seconds, but as i look up the wolf simply begins laughing and fades from existence, leaving no traces of the fact it was ever there, "Am I h-hallucinating?" I say to my self hoping for some form of answer as I walk out of the debris and into the surrounding village.
The tower was her source of comfort, serenity, Eve felt at peace in the quiet home of hers. She had studied many years in this room, and still the poor girl had never experienced her first rays of sunshine. It has been years since the passing of her teacher, yet Even never quite had the courage to exit the tower and see things for herself...
Eve curled her fingers around her book and stared silently at the pages, skimming over the words. The books words began to jumble as thoughts began to flood into her mind; Maybe it would be better if she were to see the world at first hand?
Her book slipped out of her hand and hit the floor with a small 'thump'. Something beckoned her to go, as if it were her time to travel, but was it a wise decision? Many villages and cities ban her form of magic, the punishment always ended in death.. Yet, if she were to keep if a secret. If she were to keep silent and limit violence...
Her mind was already made up, Eve gathered her things in a satchel, the basic necessities for traveling; Money to buy food and a room, a simple dagger, and her book handed down to her by her teacher.
She scaled down the tower stairs, her feet trembling as she made the last few steps to the entrance. Eve's quivering hand turned the knob and slowly, ever so slowly, opened the door. Light seeped its way passed and blinded Eve for a few moments, her pale complexion burned with the suns rays. It was the first time she got to see the sun, it was the first time she got to touch the blades of grass that surrounded her.
Jake had heard of her. The ghost of the tower, the pale girl, the dark mage's spirit. In this tower, a witch had worked her magics, and the general population had avoided the tower like the plague. Although the witches activities were probably not that evil, the stories of her eating children and stealing woman's eyeballs were rampant. And then the witch had died. Normally, the local magically inclined would have immediately looted the place, taking anything useful, as soon as the warding magics faded. However, the wards had not faded. The aura of death magic had not decreased. Sightings had been made of a pale girl, skin white as snow, although she was only seen at night, and only once a week or so. Stories said that the witch's spirit still haunted the place, and would kill any who would dare enter the tower.
Bullshit, thought Jake. After doing some research, Jake had discovered that a small girl had gone missing from a nearby village a couple of years ago. That corresponded with the magicians of the village, weak as they were, preaching that an evil force was nearby. Presumably, the witch had taken the girl from that place. While anyone who believed the stories would have thought the girl, who must have been 4 or 5 at the time, was simply another victim of the witch, but based on the fact that this new girl had been sighted, it might be that the girl had lived on. An escaped victim? No. The aura of death magic was still present, meaning that this girl was still practicing the dark arts in there. In all probability, she was the witch's apprentice.
Jake moved towards the tower, looking around carefully for whatever guards this place might have. While he doubted the girl was very powerful, he didn't want to take the risk. Normally, he would have used stealth, but this girl never came out during the day, probably having a severe problem with daylight. Perhaps she was even a vampire, or some similar solarophobic being. This meant she was in all probability asleep during the day, and thus daytime was the best moment to strike. Furthermore, undead as a whole were weaker during the day, making her dark magic less powerful. Stealth would hardly be necessary, as he would simply deactivate the magical defenses one by one, sneak into the tower, and take anything of worth. If she really was a vampire, or some evil creature, he'd kill her as well, and he'd get to feel good about himself. Having a reputation as a hero was quite useful at times, as he would be able to use the surrounding villages as hiding places if he was in a tight spot.
Jake's thinking was interrupted as a pale girl, skin white as snow, walked out of the tower, standing right in front of him. Oh, goddamn it. For about a full second, Jake was frozen by surprise. This didn't happen often, but Jake hated surprises. Luckily, the girl was shielding her eyes, trying to adapt to the sunlight. Moving in the daylight had been a good idea after all. After rapidly recovering from the shock, Jake sped up his own time, and launched himself at the girl, moving behind her, holding up his knife to her neck, holding her arm behind her back with the other. From this position, he could decapitate her or break her arm at will. Decapitation killed most things, even undead, so hopefully he'd be able to threaten her. Of course, she might be a Shiki, or a Shinigami, or a Lich, or a Stygian Ghoul, or any of the other undead immune to decapitation. However, Jake would have to hope for the best, and be prepared for a hard fight if it turned out this wouldn't work.
"don't try casting any spells. My blade moves faster than you can mutter your magics. Just stand nice and still....."
The moment she had finally took in her first breath of fresh air, she was quickly apprehended. Eve knew something like this would happen, but she never knew it would happen so fast. "There are only books and food... If you're hungry, take as much as you want..." Eve murmured. She didn't bother sparing him any glances, she knew what he came for. "I was leaving to travel, now if you'll excuse me." Eve let out a small sigh, it had been quite awhile since she had spoken with people, it left her voice frail and rather soft.
"Search it all you want... I'm not stopping you."
This man wasn't intimidating, at least that was what Eve thought. He was the only thing stopping her from going any further, and that was the only thing that upset her at the moment.
Jake took a moment to guess whether the girl was decieving him. If he left this position, would she kill him? Perhaps it would be best to just chop her head off, and be done with it. However, despite his cold exterior, Jake didn't like the idea of killing an innocent girl. Jake sighed, hoping he wouldn't come to regret this, and let the girl go.
"You better not be throwing any of those dark magics my way, little lady. I'm right nifty with this blade 'ere."
Jake stood, ready to dodge any attacks she might throw at him, already having cast his speed spell on himself in case he'd have to move real fast.
"Not all witches are as horrible as people say." Eve turned to face the man, she had a solemn look in her eyes. "Tell me, did you just come to steal from the tower, thief? Or get a bounty off of my head?" She chuckled a bit at the thought, but then shook it off. "And I'm not a 'little lady', my name is Eve. It's best if you just go now, there isn't anything useful in the tower... Like I said earlier, unless you want to sit in front of a fireplace and read a novel." Eve placed her hand on her cheek, her other hand was on her hip, she appeared to be studying the man on his appearance and behavior. "You are...?"
"Whats going on?" I ask myself as I walk through the village, "what am I?, who am I?" thousands of questions swirling in my head, quickening my pace I reach the edge of the village and look across to the horizon, nothing, just desolate land, heading forwards from the village I'm hoping that somewhere I can find someone who can help me understand about this place.
Jake looked at the necromancer. She could be tricking him. He had heard of some death magics that used a person's name as a channel. Best to use a fake name. Jake was inclined to trust this girl - she had an open face- but one could never be all too sure when dealing with mages. Any kind of mage, dark or no...
"Lark Stentleton, expert warrior. I was here, indeed, to take from this tower. And to investigate the legends of a mysterious spirit of a young woman that haunts this place. Although, you look much too lively to be a spirit."
Jake looked the girl up and down. She probably wouldn't try anything, and if she did, Jake was positive he could take her down relatively easily. She was just a mere girl, after all, and despite probably being skilled at manipulating the dark arts, she lacked the strength and speed of a warrior. No spell moved as rapidly as steel, which is why Jake preferred to use his blades.