Yaneznayo

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

so........ do I get to post?

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Lol omg wow Lady Rosewoode makes her return! I knew i recognized that picture somehow.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Zack went around to gather all the necessary items, but he kept getting distracted by the variety this place had to offer. They had anything from candy that animated itself and was anatomically correct to infinite free music downloads to Anything he could ever need was right there... except for a gym. maybe there was some kind of exercise room at the academy?

His train of thought was interrupted by Lady Violetta calling for everyone to meet up again. He should really go back... but then again... five more minutes wouldn't hurt...

The Rebellion

Alright. just one thing and I'll accept your character. Where is he now and how does he get there?

The Rebellion

alright thanks for letting us know.

Medieval Kingdom

Galen entered the hall as the king prepared to announce the news. What a happy occasion, but what strange timing. In a way, he supposed, it should balance things out. Some good news to counter the dark atmosphere. He just hoped that whatever was giving off the aura wouldn't show itself until much, much later.

He looked around and saw the king, queen, princess, and a witch who looked much older than her aura said she was. She was adept at changing her appearance, yes, but she had some room to grow before she could change her aura as well. There were, of course, many other guests. Most were families of nobility or entertainers or knights who were in charge of security. He picked out one guard, Isaiah, who seemed to have upgraded his equipment. His armor was so well forged and made of such high quality materials that even Galen had a hard time reading his aura through it. For some reason, he sensed a profound sadness and... a resignation to die? That wouldn't do... sending a small stream of magic, he cast a mild spirit boosting spell to lift the man's spirits. It seemed like he needed it.

What interested him most, however, was the princess, Lorelai. Her aura had been steadily darkening... as if the citywide aura somehow was affecting hers... and every day it became just a tinge darker. He worried for the princess, but knew it was not his right to interfere with her personal life.

Medieval Kingdom

hey james hunter you haven't posted in Rebellion >_>

The Rebellion

A man with a robotic hand. A woman who has lizard's eyes. People with one eye, people with spikes for fingernails. Mutant. Cyborg. Half breeds. Gene Splicers. He'd seen many. They were victims, objects, toys, and pets. They were used until their masters found no more entertainment to be had or until they had outlived their usefulness. They were used and seen as nothings... and some were beginning to believe it.

get treated like an animal long enough, and you start to become one.

Walking through the long hall, chained to others in a line, he continued his forced march towards the crushers. On his way, he caught sight of the Sentinel that was in charge of the place. His name was Davon or Dervor or something... He'd be one of the primary targets. About a month ago, he'd finally gotten the code to his private room. How far he'd come. Five years ago, he'd arrived here broken and under control of the chip he constantly felt on the left side of his forehead. Since then, he'd even managed to rewrite the programs for all his implants one by one, systematically regaining control of his body, the same way he set plans in motion to take back his life.

The first two years he spent regaining control of his mind and body. The next, two he gathered codes, broke into information caches, wrote programs to override the door locks and various other security measures, and perhaps most importantly was able to access the assignment protocols for every slave in the facility. This basically meant he could send them a message once a day through the wall mounted boards and control where certain people were at any given date. He had a select few who knew the details of the plan, and who he chose to lead the charge in different sectors simultaneously. Very soon... they would all help liberate the facility... or die trying.

Medieval Kingdom

Galen roused himself from his deathlike sleep, having regained a small portion of his energy back from his leeching spell while he was unconsious. Dusting himself off, he looked around. The forest around him was dead. The grass was shriveled and many of the trees had died and rotted through. A few even had fallen to the ground, unable to hold up its own dead weight. This was why he never went into areas with people in them after a strenuous task. They would drop unconsious and if too close for too long, they would be sapped of their energy until they lacked the strength to breathe. He placed a gradual growth spell, as was his custom, to begin the growth of that patch of forest anew.

His small task completed, Galen began to walk toward the castle once again... but something felt different. Everything felt darker... somehow the aura of the city had changed... and it was somehow....... familiar. A shiver crawled up his spine and seemed to extend through all his extremities. That wisp of familiarity frightened him. He knew the feel of many ancient, powerful, and near uncontrollable forces, as well as the aura of many who sought to harness their power.

As First Wizard of the Council of Kingdoms, he was once called upon to defend it from enemies of all kinds, and during one of these times of need, he had been imprisoned and tortured with magics of every sort. Every magic user has a unique accent or aura attached to themselves and their magic, which usually takes years of being around to sense... But The Tyrants had tortured him to the brink of death and past it only to bring him back again and again. He endured their spells of pain and torment, but to this day could not be rid of their touch. Their magic sometimes seemed stronger when he was weak, and his mental and magical defenses were not at full strength, so maybe that was all it was. The remnants of the aura a spellcaster left on him decades ago...

As he approached the castle, he never felt it get weaker or grow stronger, as if the multitude of spells he had set to protect himself from this were simply not reforming as they should. Shaking his head, he stopped just inside the castle gates and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary, it seems... maybe a bit of meditation in the garden would help him calm his mind.

Medieval Kingdom

I can't explain that unless Hikiko lets me in on her backstory. Could you PM me about Lorelai's situation? Just tell me how you want it to go and I'll do my best to bring about the events.