Dark Eternity

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

Welp, I'd like to post, but I am the second to four posts in total. That would require at least one more post before I could continue. On the plus side, Bones already approached Pocketwatch, as I understood her post right.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Claudius Entreri is accepted the moment his Appearance is updated.

For all others, joining the game is still ok. I might start to get picky, though, since we already have quite a good amount of players up and running.

Speaking of players... Where are the posts? EDIT: Nevermind, my own stupidity played tricks on me -.- I will get to my post

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

The cab stopped in front of the gate. From that spot, Dominique could barely see the mansion. The walls that protected the property looked nice, though. "This is the place?", the girl asked the cab driver, who chuckled and drove off. There must have been a joke that she did not get. Perhaps this place was abandoned for a while? With her sport's bag on her shoulder, the punk approached the gate. The moment she was going to touch the metal handle, it moved on it's own, allowing the girl to enter.

The walk towards the mansion was feeling great. The patches of green that were gently parted by the pathway, the large masses of flowers blooming and giving a fragrant scent. Dominique took in some of the atmosphere. It was comforting her. There was the great space on this patch of land. Sure, there would be no problems finding her own spot in this place.

After taking a walk around the building, Dominique decided to knock on the front door. It did not take her more than five seconds, before she bit her lips and tapped her feet on the ground. "This place is great", she muttered, looking at her sneakers and brushing through her hair. Her mind rushed through the serenity of the countryside that the property gave. There was just one problem. The swarm of people beginning to move around. From a moment to another, the students from "Xavier's School of Gifted Youngster" enlivened the place. A lot of them burst out of the building, enjoying the summertime, since they had their schedules and assorted plans for the year. Much to Dominique's problem, they all came out of the front door, where she was standing. Trying to stand still when the flow of bodies moved past her, the punk's eyes fluttered, as she tried to calm down.

Muttering endless streams of "Hey"s, "Excuse me"s, "Sorry"s and "Could you"s, she tried to walk away from the students. She was completely lost. Slowly being dragged along, the mutant tried to stand upright and not bump into people. At a pond, she finally dragged free. Heavily hyperventilating, she opened her sport's bag and pulled out a small folding chair, which she promptly sat down on. "Mon dieu", she sighed. It was probably one of the only things she would say in French ever, mostly due to the fact that her parents barely taught her French. She also missed learning the attractive accent from them. Thinking out loud "How many people live here?", she crammed through her baggage for a water bottle, looking around to see someone roughly old enough to know how this place worked...

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Spaces are still open.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Aelus Ryne is accepted.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

I am sorry. Productivity is greatly limited, when a series is running in the background.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Intro

In the Age of Ancients,
The world was unformed, shrouded by fog
A land of grey crags, archtrees, and everlasting dragons

But then there was Fire
And with Fire came Disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course.. Light and Dark.

Then, from the Dark, They came
And found the Souls of Lords within the flame.

Nito, the first of the dead
The Witch of Izalith, and her daughters of chaos
Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights
And the furtive pygmy, so easily forgotten

With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the dragons.

Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales
The witches weaved great firestorms
Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease

And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no more
Thus began the Age of Fire

But soon, the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain

Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights
And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

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It is the farthest edge of the known world.
Some may call it the land of heretics.

Sorcerers of each land have traveled here to study and share the arcane knowledge.
What they found was nothing the world should have unveiled.
A throne made out of clearest glass, forged into the rocks of the mountain Qaszad.
The Bleeding Throne.

For the throne was of strongest magic, the righteous and self claimed King of the Valkyrie,
he himself was bleeding on this throne to nourish the lands and bring hope to the people.

But the Dark has not fallen.
It grasps for the powers that reside inside the throne and it's touch corrupts the men of battle.

Without the embers of a strong willed firekeeper, this land will soon crumble under it's own power...

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It has been a week, since the group left the Land of Lords, Lordran. Forests, plains, meadows, mountains. The endless stream of green nature passed the group. Emilia, a woman of well stature, stood on top of the cliff, gazing across the horizon. It was an admirable view. She still could not believe that they had not met any hostile beings. They saw a pack of wolves the other day, but they were cautious. A group such as this was emitting strength just by looking at them.

They were standing on the border known as the Foul Springs. The last trees they would see for a while. The lush and livid stream of plants, slowly decaying into a desert. The ground was already dried up where Emilia stood. Sand was carried between the trees, leaving scars on the plants like cut marks on a person. This place was not foul, but blighted. Blighted by the breath of the world.

"The Lords have left this place for good", the woman mumbled, as she slowly guided her steps down a narrow path of the cliff that lead downward. As the trail continued, it grew wider, patches of grass and some tiny flowers grew on the edges. Cave ins were scattered on the cliff side, heavy dents in the rocky wall that were filled to the brim with skulls. Not only human ones. Demons. Dragons. The horrors of Lordran, neatly stashed in between the skulls of humans.

Emilia looked at these burrows and kept walking. She had seen bloodshed, but this was just grotesque to her. "The souls of those that tainted this place should be swallowed by the Abyss." Her eyes narrowed. She was going to a place far away to become a Firekeeper. She knew what was going on. Her Lord sent her to stop what was going on. Not only had the Valkyries called war to Lordran, but the reports of Demons crossing the border were increasing. Whatever trickery was at hand, this would stop once this journey was over. The Lords of Lordran decided so. "We need to get going", Emilia called to the group.

Then a sound. It was a snarl, or a hiss. A sound that came from the skulls. It came so sudden and from close by, that Emilia jumped, her feet getting too close to the edge. The rocks crumbled under her heels. With a banging sound, stones fell down the cliff, hitting rocks and continuing their way downward. The strange hiss now echoed from all sides. The burrows burst open, skulls flying around. Skeletons rose from the ground. And in the midst of this, Emilia was struggling with her balance, her arms swaying in every direction in hopes of gaining some footing again.

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

Thank you for accepting me :)

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

I will post the first IC post in a minute. Dark Revenger Knight (and maybe others) can still join in, if their character gets accepted.

Well, it's up. Let's get some Dark Souls rolling.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Name: Emilia Tepez
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Preferred Weapon*: Katana
Preferred Armor*: Light
Gift*: Twin Humanities
Darksign?*: No