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Sorry this took so long to get together, tis the season to go crazy @.@
Sorry this took so long to get together, tis the season to go crazy @.@
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STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 9 yrs ago- Last Seen: 12 mos ago
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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Cassandra
"I-is there a-anything I can do?" The groundskeeper heard a student hovering over her. She felt pain, but it seemed far away, the whole situation seemed unreal to her. Which, medically speaking was a bad sign, but in the moment allowed her to think somewhat clearly.
“We need to get back to the castle…” She coughed. “Look in my pouch there might be some potions… If i remember right… There’s one that should help it um… um… the one that… um...” Then she lost consciousness.
If Daniel looked there would be three potions. They were each labeled with hand drawn stick-style letters. One red and marked with an ‘S’, one silver and marked with what looked an ‘R’, and one blue marked with an ‘M’.
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Moirah
Moirah had crawled quietly through the underbrush and back toward the main group. She could hear what was happening behind her between Charlie and Lawrence… The thorn bushes scratched her face and picked apart the seams of her robe, but, she didn’t say a word and slithered back to the group.
Somehow Dani had cast a shield of some sort. Moirah was too frightened to be impressed at the moment. Maybe later she would admire the Ravenclaw mute.
Roze and Nolan were both trying to ‘rally the troops’. Roze was feisty and told them to ‘get angry’, but, as a Slytherin Moirah was partial to Nolan’s plans… He was asking questions and trying to gather a proper plan together. Moriah was drawn to his leadership like a moth to the flame. She didn’t start to get up from her crawl until she was nearly at his ankles. “I-I think I saw most of what happened but. I-I haven't seen Caelum. I-I’m pretty sure we are surrounded, only the groundskeeper lady seems to be hurt… Weasley is up ahead fighting someone but the rest haven't come out from behind the trees… Just these weird vines…”
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Richard
The soft earth under the student's’ feet transfigured, turning to solid stone that the roots could not rise up from. Those that were already grasping were trapped in the stone, unable to catch the students as they fled. At the same moment, wooden partitions sprouted from the trees, in solid wooden planks, forming a wall around the group.
Richard, the source of these magical changes, waved his wand at the ground beneath his own feet, and a stone pillar started to form under him, lifting him up head and shoulders over the wooden partition. He waved his arm like a windmill in the direction of the incoming curses, but nothing seemed to happen until he muttered “Incendio.” Then the Hydrogen he had transfigured ignited in a great plume that rushed to engulf the attackers.
That was when he heard a student crying his name, her voice suddenly moving through the forest, away from the group. His Lumos shed enough light that he could barely make out a form being dragged through the underbrush. He muttered another spell, “Luxicon,” and three floating images of himself appeared, and started to “walk” around in the arm, occasionally pointing their wands and shooting harmless sparks into the trees.
The real Richard, meanwhile, leapt from his pillar to the other side of the barrier, shot a very real stunning curse in the general direction of the assailants, and sprinted toward where he’d seen the student being dragged.
~~~
Caelum
Caelum was shocked, but the spell still muted her and she was unable to cry out. Her wide dark eyes took everything in, the darkness, the vines, the jeweled wand the smooth cold face. His voice was strangely soothing, yet, she knew he was lying. And when the pain came, she opened her mouth to scream. The spell kept her quiet. Which only made it seem to hurt more…
She was wrapped up and blinded by deep purple light. Then the tendrils of the spell gathered and writhed around her limbs like long snakes, then bit her like leeches, then began to burrow and crawl under her skin. She see her arms, and see her flesh rise in little ridges as the worms-of-the-spell crawled underneath, inching by inch. She could feel them doing the same in her legs, and neck… They were crawling toward her heart.
The man was looking down at Caelum, his face still but his eyes flickered with some emotion.
Then, he heard something. Someone approaching, not an ally, and he slipped a mask over his face…. Richard drew near.
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Charlie
Charlie Weasley saw a figure come toward him in the forest, he thought the man had strange features at first, but, then realized that the man was wearing a mask.
“Cowards! Show your face!” He was about to cast a disarmament spell when he heard Richard’s spells. The ground underneath him shook, and a wall began to rise up between him and the enemy.
Charlie scowled, his long legs lept over the rising partition, and he rolled in the dirt to catch himself. He sprang quickly to his feet, he had begun the spell during his jumped, and once he was on his feet light streamed from the wand toward his masked opponent.
Their duel began...
"I-is there a-anything I can do?" The groundskeeper heard a student hovering over her. She felt pain, but it seemed far away, the whole situation seemed unreal to her. Which, medically speaking was a bad sign, but in the moment allowed her to think somewhat clearly.
“We need to get back to the castle…” She coughed. “Look in my pouch there might be some potions… If i remember right… There’s one that should help it um… um… the one that… um...” Then she lost consciousness.
If Daniel looked there would be three potions. They were each labeled with hand drawn stick-style letters. One red and marked with an ‘S’, one silver and marked with what looked an ‘R’, and one blue marked with an ‘M’.
~~~
Moirah
Moirah had crawled quietly through the underbrush and back toward the main group. She could hear what was happening behind her between Charlie and Lawrence… The thorn bushes scratched her face and picked apart the seams of her robe, but, she didn’t say a word and slithered back to the group.
Somehow Dani had cast a shield of some sort. Moirah was too frightened to be impressed at the moment. Maybe later she would admire the Ravenclaw mute.
Roze and Nolan were both trying to ‘rally the troops’. Roze was feisty and told them to ‘get angry’, but, as a Slytherin Moirah was partial to Nolan’s plans… He was asking questions and trying to gather a proper plan together. Moriah was drawn to his leadership like a moth to the flame. She didn’t start to get up from her crawl until she was nearly at his ankles. “I-I think I saw most of what happened but. I-I haven't seen Caelum. I-I’m pretty sure we are surrounded, only the groundskeeper lady seems to be hurt… Weasley is up ahead fighting someone but the rest haven't come out from behind the trees… Just these weird vines…”
~~~
Richard
The soft earth under the student's’ feet transfigured, turning to solid stone that the roots could not rise up from. Those that were already grasping were trapped in the stone, unable to catch the students as they fled. At the same moment, wooden partitions sprouted from the trees, in solid wooden planks, forming a wall around the group.
Richard, the source of these magical changes, waved his wand at the ground beneath his own feet, and a stone pillar started to form under him, lifting him up head and shoulders over the wooden partition. He waved his arm like a windmill in the direction of the incoming curses, but nothing seemed to happen until he muttered “Incendio.” Then the Hydrogen he had transfigured ignited in a great plume that rushed to engulf the attackers.
That was when he heard a student crying his name, her voice suddenly moving through the forest, away from the group. His Lumos shed enough light that he could barely make out a form being dragged through the underbrush. He muttered another spell, “Luxicon,” and three floating images of himself appeared, and started to “walk” around in the arm, occasionally pointing their wands and shooting harmless sparks into the trees.
The real Richard, meanwhile, leapt from his pillar to the other side of the barrier, shot a very real stunning curse in the general direction of the assailants, and sprinted toward where he’d seen the student being dragged.
~~~
Caelum
Caelum was shocked, but the spell still muted her and she was unable to cry out. Her wide dark eyes took everything in, the darkness, the vines, the jeweled wand the smooth cold face. His voice was strangely soothing, yet, she knew he was lying. And when the pain came, she opened her mouth to scream. The spell kept her quiet. Which only made it seem to hurt more…
She was wrapped up and blinded by deep purple light. Then the tendrils of the spell gathered and writhed around her limbs like long snakes, then bit her like leeches, then began to burrow and crawl under her skin. She see her arms, and see her flesh rise in little ridges as the worms-of-the-spell crawled underneath, inching by inch. She could feel them doing the same in her legs, and neck… They were crawling toward her heart.
The man was looking down at Caelum, his face still but his eyes flickered with some emotion.
Then, he heard something. Someone approaching, not an ally, and he slipped a mask over his face…. Richard drew near.
~~
Charlie
Charlie Weasley saw a figure come toward him in the forest, he thought the man had strange features at first, but, then realized that the man was wearing a mask.
“Cowards! Show your face!” He was about to cast a disarmament spell when he heard Richard’s spells. The ground underneath him shook, and a wall began to rise up between him and the enemy.
Charlie scowled, his long legs lept over the rising partition, and he rolled in the dirt to catch himself. He sprang quickly to his feet, he had begun the spell during his jumped, and once he was on his feet light streamed from the wand toward his masked opponent.
Their duel began...
I'll have stuff up sooooon!
What was the original sun and moon designation? I'm confused now @.@ I think there was some confusion at the beginning of the rp as well.
The sun and moon... I'm OK with them as either gender.
If we are going to pick up where we leave off we can use this thread. Though, being able to edit the 'home page' might be convenient? I'm also neutral here.
The only thing I'm really concerned with is that we keep playing! :D
If we are going to pick up where we leave off we can use this thread. Though, being able to edit the 'home page' might be convenient? I'm also neutral here.
The only thing I'm really concerned with is that we keep playing! :D
[Iratze]
"A Mistake?" Iratze hissed. "You both would have me go back to the way I was, wouldn't you? Amos, if I change back I will once again be a powerless puppet! Armarion, if I change back I will be unable to love you..." She looked between the two faces and saw that neither would change their mind. "You do not know what you are saying!" She screamed, then she looked to Armarion with pleading eyes. "You know not what you say! Even you do not know every secret!" Iratze was the fastest of any god, but, when she looked to Armarion she had hesitated. Her hope that he would heed her kept her still too long, and it was then that Amos was able to catch her.
"NOOOO! I WILL NOT CHANGE BACK!" She screamed, but, Amos held onto her anyhow.
But, Amos was not strong enough. The anger was still within him, but, he no longer wanted... She wanted it all. So she took it. She took it all into herself, and she became even more powerful. Her godly form expanded, flaring with wild sparkling colors and light. Amos was flung away by her brilliance.
When Iratze opened her eyes she felt the weight and power of Cerbanis in her hands.
She looked toward Amos, a shadow of what he had just been only moments ago. Iratze hated him most of all now. He was the newest addition to the list of creators who had used her and deposed of her when she was no longer useful to them. Except Amos had not been successful deposing his messenger, no, it would be the other way around this time...
Iratze wondered very briefly what happened to gods when they die. It was not a thing that the gods, being an immortal, thought of very often in their long existences. Not until one had children who threatened to supplant them like whomever the Sun and Moon had betrayed to gain their heavenly throne, or Brontes the god of death, who carved out his own place in the underworld with he bones of the old gods. Perhaps Armarion knew that secret, and Amos would soon know. The two brothers would have one more thing in common.
Cerbanis sung with power, sung as it sliced through the air. Iratze was the fastest of the gods and no one would have time to stop her as she flew toward Amos. With all her speed, power, and hatred she planted the blade into the heart of its old master.
I'll have a post a bit later today
Mkay, I'm going to try to poke Josh and get something together here :D
Alright I am free from the clutches of college and now can finally have enjoyment time for the next 5 weeks
Sweet. Is there a plan?
[Iratze]
Iratze was lost in the embrace, she savored it, was made even more hungry by it--but then something changed.
First, it was Amos. His anger folded in on himself, he vanished in to a cocoon, then emerged... The god of Valor.
Then Armarion pulled away from her. The emptiness that she felt then was nearly more than she could stand... but unfortunately she did stand, and she watched Armarion change next...
Iratze stepped away from the two brothers, the looked at one another with... with...
"Amos... You set me free, made me as I am and now you... You become your old self again..."
"Armarion... You embrace me but now... You turn away from me... again..."
They hadn't said much to one another yet. They were sorry, and whole and... Their plans would change now... What they wanted was different now... "What does this mean?" She wondered aloud, but she knew, they wanted things to be as they were before...
Iratze could not accept that.
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