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Eden
May 31, 2006 23:10:02 GMT -5
Post by Liu Bei on May 31, 2006 23:10:02 GMT -5
The story continues!
City of Eden, praised by the internal god of the sea. Eden is located on a small peninsula, made to be a last ditch effort to suppress foreign attacks. Sense Eden's reconstruction from a military outpost to a booming city it has encountered many invaders and the towns people have been known to fought off every single attack, suffering many loses though. Through the constant fighting, bands of men have committed many crimes, looting, killings and sneaking information to invaders. Recently the town was put to martial law because of the killing of a local magistrate official. Just recently the city gates have been closed, forbidding anyone passing through them.
The city now in chaos as crude, battle-hardened soldiers have replace their once friendly police men. It seems that the city could not afford another battle, surely any enemy could claim the once powerful, now broken city.
It is sun up, the many citizens still find what little comfort in their sleeping, only a select few move throughout the city. Light pours through now, covering the entire area as a veil, blinding on-lookers from the outside. Soldiers are seen through streets and passages, pushing through puddles from earlier afternoon rain. The puddles explode as the men walk about, covering their shoes, their leg guards.
Each man walks next his fellow brother in arms, in strait lines, their foot steps keen along side each other, forming a small repetition of the sound of water (puddles) splashing around them. Their beat however is thrown off guard, a sudden splash out of tune, foreign sound. They stop their direct drone look forward and focus on an image in front of them. A single samurai, with eyes of a man slayer awaits them.
The Battousai begins to turn his body, having his katana behind him, his other side facing the four fierce soldiers. Two of the soldiers send calls to the man why he'd be out this early, and what his business is, in which the receive a dead silence. The men begin to feel awkward in the mans response. One man yells to him, he then draws his spear and charges to the man slayer.
The two collide, second pass in which the soldier blood presses out into the street around the two, dropping to his feet from his cut neck. The swordsmen had drawn his blade quickly and jerked his body to the left, dodging the upward thrust from the soldier and cutting deep into his neck. A painful death, for the soldier clutches his neck, sounds of gurgling comes from him as he struggles to breath. It was intentional.
The other three follow in suit, charging out to the man slayer. The Battousai simply counters each attempt at his life, cutting deeper each time into the men's flesh. They've all died carelessly, without a single though from the samurai. ~Conqueror
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Everybody is allowed that has permission to use their character. However, only 3 other people are allowed enter to the city at once. Visitors: Tenkai Sin Zhon
Bah, and old post of mine, nothing really special, nor would this bio be.
The gates are now open for all to enter! Remember, only three people left now though.
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Tenkai
Peon
Lamenting Sharpshooter
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Eden
Jun 3, 2006 4:29:02 GMT -5
Post by Tenkai on Jun 3, 2006 4:29:02 GMT -5
Atop a rooftop, a figure dressed in black with a hood veiling his face, was looking down upon the samurai. Kneeling down he clutched a part of the shale roof and crushed it in the palm of his hand. Looking around he found that the city was in chaos, and things were not one this way. The dark figure could sense the ghosts of the past, and with a sharp pain to his forehead he clutched it vigorously. It seemed to be getting worse lately. Roxas, the dark figure, was unaware of how he had entered the city. It happened alot as his demon half kept incurring sharp head pains causing him to black out and not remember what he did previous. Never the less, once the pain receded he continued to watch this samurai figure, silently.
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Eden
Jun 3, 2006 5:30:58 GMT -5
Post by Liu Bei on Jun 3, 2006 5:30:58 GMT -5
Silently the onlooker watched Ujiatsu walk through the streets, and silently the samurai listened to his hunter, the man from above. His Katana lunged, warning him of the immanent danger, speaking to him without a single word, sending thoughts between the two. With a rustle of his clothes, he picked up his pace, jogging at his best to a small hut in the market. His body began to rest under it as his eyes went to work, devouring any that dared to meet those cold, ruthless eyes. And at the same time, staring into the deep, empty space that had followed him from before.. Though, suddenly a crack of lightning appeared within the air, sending women jolting and men into a frenzy, trying to cover up anything that would be soaked from the approaching storm.. Yet, it was too late, rain followed the first blow, sinking into the huge city, engulfing it at a whole. The rain became slightly defining, Jubei would lurk in this storm, and open in the invincible walls..
Later on..
Screams are heard from behind the wall, piercing through the dead silence formed by outsiders. The screams call after each traveler outside. Yelps of men being slaughtered and cut down. The noise picks up slowly, approaching the gate. Young screams then arrive to the men's ears, as a woman's as well. The gate suddenly knocks forward, as if being tampered with from behind. One man charges at the murderer with a war cry- only to fade out into a yelp, his head severed from his body. The gate is pushed forward enough for someone to open, a traveler could but barely peer through the small opening to the man awaiting.. And then, with a floury of hands and feet, the gate was pulled open in all it's glory. With that, the man was gone and all that remained was a large pool of blood, coating the lands as rain flourished amongst it, forming streams of diluted blood..
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Eden
Jun 6, 2006 23:55:21 GMT -5
Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 6, 2006 23:55:21 GMT -5
Fallen…
The slightest tinge of that memory made his head throb; Stabbing his very body with a numbing, fiery pain similar to that of a hot dagger entering the flesh. It was not much; then again the smallest thing can make the largest problem if the right ingredients were added. To him, it was more a nightmare then anything any mortal in this realm can envision in their own pathetic minds, if they even found a place for it aside from greed and the sense of power one gets from destruction… Falling. It was the main sense of fear in his mind; the clouds above, at arms length, slowly falling away from his very being. The sensation more like losing something you have a longing for then the sightedness of your stomach. Vivid pictures of crimson and a deep purple, signals of a late afternoon. It seemed fitting; fiery colors matching the action and dramatics of a single person falling from the sky. Backwards, his body arched slightly as if he was stuck from the heavens and sent down to hell for all eternity. The body steadily sped up before striking the vast ocean which lined the shores of this same town. After that, darkness took hold…
It was then that a scream snatched him from such remembrance…
It took a second to register, but the moment he realized that the sound which rang into the air was one of a Human being yelling into the blurred sun above, a weapon was drawn. A hushed whisper of the edge slicing the very air it passed brushed his ears with spectral fingers. A fine sound if he ever knew one… It was raining, his location: The rooftops; estimated at least to be a few blocks left from the source of the sound. Pupils ran towards the direction to search for any physical form of confirmation…none. It did not matter anyhow, sight was more of a burden then a drunken idiot was in battle anyhow. Illusions were easily made and used; believe none of what you see, and only half of what you hear. Such was the quote he was raised upon as a mere child in training. No time for thought, the figure tore across the vacant rooftop. Not even caring for the slick surface because of the storm’s fury. This was his domain, one he was comfortable in, one that was his to control. Sword trailing behind in his right palm, his right toe barely touched the peak of one rafter before leaping into the misty air with grace only matched by one of similar skill. Rolling with the wind, the body slowly flipped forward in a soft roll before landing on yet another rooftop without a sound, then off he was.
”I must hurry. It was plain idiocy in itself to not pay attention and get lost within the past…a past that I cannot possibly change now…”
A soft curse under his breath followed by yet another smooth leap into the air from the second roof. This time though, something unexpected happened as the sword was brought inches from his nose… The body of this youth grew transparent suddenly, liquefying into a walking shade of water that was slowly being absorbed by the blade in the form of a thin mist. It did not take long until the figure itself had disappeared, leaving only the sword hovering in the air before it shot into the clouds. Spinning, twisting, and arching…as if it was searching for something…
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Eden
Jun 7, 2006 0:23:14 GMT -5
Post by Liu Bei on Jun 7, 2006 0:23:14 GMT -5
(Well done, and well said, it seems your not new to fantasy..)
A body gone, a soul raining down through the air. Spoke the blade of Jubei, as the weapon took upon a life of its own, taking the two to a realm far from this barren sea.. to a small hut upon a bloody hill, where tides had clashed long ago. Yet no sea dared to air upon the land now, as the true master, one of power, hate and belief stood strong upon his hut, standing in the rain and cold, his gaze always looking to the west.. Ironic, that this Manslayer looked up everyday, with the most certain vigor in his gaze, his eyes dead set upon the east as he spoke the words, "Am I ready now?" A question that had plagued his wondering soul since he had spat such words in the man of the hill covered in crimson. Long ago was it that this Ronin has gazed upon the gazing view of his master, and begged for his heart, time and commitment in a struggle that sought out the people that lived below the hill. The cultured man spoke of no such thing and allowed his only follower, the one to surpass him, leave, walking down the hill, turning the land he traveled upon the color of that ominous hill he gazed from.. The Katana woke him from his day dream, urging him to carry on with his life, and find those that worshiped a greater power. Those fortunate souls, who in the end would be most unfortunate, as the blade of the Battousai had no length and no limits. His hands were crafted for killing, in the name of an angel cast into Purgatory.. He himself only knew of three people within these realms of infinite nothing and finite dreams. That of the precursor, the angel and the forsaken. A man who lead up to things was one that all knew to well, yet knew nothing of his fame and cared little for it. The gift from god was a man upon his hill, a man who destroyed all sinners the moment they reached his plain, their heart gasping from the climb, their minds going a hundred miles an hour, yet that was never fast enough for him. And then the body thats own soul no longer cared for. No longer did the watchful eyes of god look upon this man, and the devil could not keep up enough, or deal with such a gruesome life. They all existed for nothing other than Eden. The land that would lead to a land far above, or a land far below. The forsaken had arrived, the angel learned long ago that he was here for a purpose, and yet no one truly knew if the other had arrived upon the cold, wet dreary streets of Eden... To these men Eden was a gate to hell, a gate to heaven..
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Eden
Jun 11, 2006 7:15:31 GMT -5
Post by arktivilist on Jun 11, 2006 7:15:31 GMT -5
A sudden shiver running down his spine prompted Arktivilist to forget about Eden, the Cosmet and even the tyranny that plagued it and turn around.
A shadow lurked behind the sestice branches, far too large for the tree’s size to account for. It moved towards him. The form parted through the branches, more than the branches parted for it. The tree limbs seemed to wither and die at its passing. Arktivilist’s fears of the night before had come to life, and were now about to seize upon him.
“Aetherion!” he cried, as he leaped away from the bank. He pulled his hatchet from behind his back, as he spun to face the creature fully. It lurked towards them on four stubby legs that didn’t disturb the ground despite its considerable bulk, but left behind it a trail of dead blackened grass. The head it carried low, a divided ridge rose from below its sunken eyes, distinctive of a corgisar. Arktivilist had little time to contemplate the similarities, as the beast launched itself at him.
Knowing that his short axe could not offer the protection that his trusty spear would have, the knight rolled aside. For a brief moment the large Aetherion blotted out the sun. Its shadow was as icy cold as Tyrakis Finger had been. He struck it a glancing swipe as it passed over him. The axe head buried nearly to the handle in its soft flesh, then bounced right back out again. Arktivilist stared at it in wonder.
The three Xulfen warriors that had accompanied him to such open plains had found their weapons, and eagerly set to work on the rampaging aether beast. Their attacks met with the similar resilient yield that the warden’s did. The shadow substance of the dark corgisar resisted every blow. Nystrion connected with one normally lethal attack, right at the base of the creature’s skull. His maul rebounded so that he nearly lost grip of it. Reacting quickly, the Aetherion caught him sidelong with its nose ridge, sending the lanky warrior sprawling. It stomped past him, and through the hollow dell.
Lashrac leaped upon the beast’s exposed flank as Dashiva rushed to keep up with it, brandishing her broadsword expertly, but unable to connect with it. Lashrac’s hands disappeared within the shadows tuff as he grappled it. Arktivilist offered Nystrion a hand up, who grinned widely for the sport. The warden guessed he wasn’t badly hurt.
Together they turned to rejoin the fray. The Aetherion had thrown Lashrac aside, and was now rounding to bear upon Dashiva. The stoic warrior stood her ground, and awaited the beast’s charge. She planted her feet wide, and raised her sword high for a killer strike. Arktivilist doubted it would have much more effect than any of their other blows had thus far.
Dashiva’s sword fell, and the left side of the beast’s snout plate went with it, sheered neatly. The chunk that came off hissed like a puff of steam from a kettle and disintegrated before it even hit the ground. The shadow creature reared its head to the side, reacting to the wounding, and barrel rushed its target. Dashiva bounced first off its shoulder, then off its back, before tumbling headfirst to the earth. Arktivilist winced at the sight, and hoped that the veteran warrior was all right.
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Eden
Jun 11, 2006 16:57:55 GMT -5
Post by Liu Bei on Jun 11, 2006 16:57:55 GMT -5
Above the monstrosity before them and the sounds it made, could be heard that of a horse, pounding away upon the ground as it steered to new bounds, those of Eden, those of the unholy. If any cared to rear their heads to the duo they'd notice a most holy horse, its master also upon it, his large lance like spear cleaving through the air, its target very clear to the group of warriors. He thickened his breathing, his eyes narrowing as held his large blade with bot hands, so that yet it was upon his right. It was pronged out, white light streaking from it as he horse galloped on, reaching speeds one would not think a horse could accomplish, and at the very most a regular horse. But oh, they'd be wrong. This horse was far from different, just like its rider. Both were masters of heaven, elected the Last Crusader and ghost of that very march upon the world. They appeared here and there, moving around everywhere, never slowing. And as they found themselves upon the Japanese coast, they'd picked up a mission, from ye righteous lord above.. He yelled some words, reaching all, even the gate guards, that stood but a mile away.
"There is no retribution for those in Hell, I send you back, Demon!"
The aurora around the man expanded, increasing the already weakening feeling upon all, with a quick dash his horse raised itself slightly, its rider centering his power upon the task before him.. .. With a most deafening cry the beast settled, its thy gutted cleverly by the experienced cavalry man. It began to sizzle just like its cut off appendage had before, sizzling into the ground, leaving a large, ominous black mark upon the land it had died upon. As the horsemen moved his horse along upon the impure ground, it left white hoof prints.. Such a holy man, upon a coast like this, yet for what?! He looked to the other travelers, their sneers almost looking past him, he felt their presence, yet dismissed it, speaking as he continued toward Eden upon his horse.
"Those that have seen hell will forever see it. I am a man of such, and so was that Demon. I suggest you enter Eden, a land where no trouble can occur."
((Hey, I found some really kick ass DD maps, should I put it up for Eden guys, or what? It's really big too.))
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Eden
Jun 11, 2006 19:54:31 GMT -5
Post by Liu Bei on Jun 11, 2006 19:54:31 GMT -5
Oy, you missed my post, damnit..
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Eden
Jun 12, 2006 10:53:49 GMT -5
Post by arktivilist on Jun 12, 2006 10:53:49 GMT -5
Saved by a God
Arktivilist rolled out of the way from the warrior's weapon, it slicing down the foe that he had been fighting not all that long ago. Was it not for the beasts earlier injury, the holy swordsman would not have claimed such a victory so soon. Still, Arktivilist wasn't to dispute over it, he was grateful if nothing else, even if he had stolen his kill.
Leshrac wasn't the first to move before the Swordsman, for he was shortly followed by both Dashiva and Arktivilist himself, the trio stood on each side of the swordsman, as he stood with a spent expression plastered over his tarnished facade.
"A man of the heavens saved those of the underworld, explain this you arrogant fool."
It would be Leshrac who had opened the conversation, blue mist parting from Arktivilist's helmet yet no words flowing from with in it.
"It isn't our place to judge him Leshrac, Arktivilist is the lord, not us."
Dashiva's feminine attitude had always made her renown, for a demon, she was quite a stunner, even if horns parted from her skull, and a red face brightened her already embarrassed complexion. She was in tune with the political fashion of today's society. And everyone knew it.
Arktivilist had said nothing whilst the commotion went on; his hand was riveting the blade the entire time, "why." He muttered, as cold and deadly as before, "I have no gratitude to those who interfere, but allow me to give you a gift for your efforts."
At that he sheathed the blade he held on to so forcefully, and took a step back. Leshrac and Dashiva dived before him, to act, as any guard was the knight to suspect the worse and attack. All that was forth coming however was a dark purple haze, mustered forth by Arktivilist's demonic stance.
His right hand rose, symbolising a black portal to rise, it was sparking over the fields, electrifying every bit of moisture out of the earths condemned atmosphere. His helmet lowered, whilst he counter-acted his right hand with his left, forming a thicker haze to form over the lands. It was basic sorcery, and had no real meaning, before long both Dashiva and Leshrac was sucked up by the portal he had casted.
Arktivilist took another step, his eyes, or what could be classed as eyes fixed heavily upon his foe, the aetherion he had just killed was a demonic hunter, a beast that was made to suffer. It was designed to be a born bred killer, so that when it killed, it could release its energy with in its large jaw.
The pain it would feel though, could consume even that of a demonic warrior, it was born to suffer, and enslaved to kill. The memories it had, the torture it could feel, surged through Arktivilist, who winced at the sight he could see, before directing it into the mind of its slayer. A gift was all it was.
[[My apologies, my monirtor is crap, so its hard to read the letters lol, but i fixed it now]]
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Eden
Jun 13, 2006 5:09:34 GMT -5
Post by Liu Bei on Jun 13, 2006 5:09:34 GMT -5
The holy warrior met the eyes of the demonic Knight, looking past him, seeing the very inner soul that his armour barely clung to. With but a brush of his hand and a slight movement of his spear, the ideas of pain and hell left his mind, the dark lord having no power over him, with such weak ways of putting it upon him. With a flick of his wrist his spear was now pointing strait toward the air, shining as it went, riding the land around them of evil. Though, the lord before him remained, intriguing the crusader as he began to move along with his horse, his mind still set upon the task at hand..
Further, deeper into the city a hell upon its own was raised in the night. It'd be a new hell within Eden, the most prosperous city of them all.. The dark swordsmen from before took to a large shadow, making his way down a corridor within a small side street. His target was near. His heart raced, the thrill of his prey's blood intoxicating him as it slipped in through his nose, giving the man a high that none other could ever even relate to. His eyes looked ahead, the small round worker's hat upon his head shielding his identity. Yet, all knew who he was, and all would run at the mere sight of his cold, ruthless eyes. Two bodyguards looked to their right, hearing swift footsteps, yet it was already to late. The Manslayer brought forth his blade with his right hand and then struck one man down, sealing the deal with both hands as he cut him just under his arm as he attempted to raise his own weapon. His eyes began to become demented as he took the form of the killer yet again, cutting men down as though peasants. His sword swung in a fury of slashes and counters, his body never motionless, keeping up with the fleeing target and yet killing his bodyguards at the same time.. Finally, once all were gone he would have his way with the prime man, the "corrupt" politician, who looked to the world for money, women and luxuries. The larger man ran through a side street, looking back and finding no one there. His guard was lowered as he managed to catch his breath somewhat, not seeing the figure cross over the roof tops above him. It was dark anyways, providing cover for both men, yet only one knew how to use that grip upon the shadows.
As though a bell was rung, the assassin collied with his target, the tip of his weapon sticking strait into the man's shoulder, savoring the pain that would come with it. The politician grasped his shoulder, his voice fluttering across the blank sky as he screamed just like his guards had. Yet, down the street a group of men rallied, their voices deep and filled with hate as they brandished large spears in the name of Eden. They were a self defense force, emplaced by the magistrates for their talented skills with weapons and fighting. Though, even with their grand training, they could not hurry through the streets like they'd wanted to, and appeared upon the scene far too late, the Battousai gone and the magistrate's corpse already rotting into the firm dirt..
f*** I've been up for a long time. Shitty post.
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Eden
Jun 14, 2006 15:40:56 GMT -5
Post by Saerin Zei on Jun 14, 2006 15:40:56 GMT -5
”What in gods name…” ”Hey you! Halt!” All time had stood still, the location of his body now in the streets after the supposed ‘warrior’ had dissipated into the night without a trace. The whole scene had played out like the opening of a movie, each step taken in by a careful watch from the shadows, choosing to study until the time to show himself to this person was ripe and open. Yet the consideration of a pursuit force had not even the slightest touch on his mental thoughts, yet another stupid move made a bit more hasty then usual; but there was something about the man which disturbed him… A blank stare still looked outward into the night, attempting to force this shadow from the hells whence he came with mere glances, yet of course, to no avail. Behind him, a sizable force of guards rallied around in a trap. Face of them were twisted in rage and vengeance, the spears they brandished shone with a bright ferocity, a lust for the throat of this man who had slain many…little did they know how wrong they were… ”I said halt!’ A single man stepped forward. His body stature flowing freely from the spaces of the armor, naturally plump they liked to call him. Streaks of white coursed through a dark slick in his hair. A nobleman at first appearance, yet a major asshole also… ”You were the one who let the blood of many spill onto the earth….” ”…You are wron-“ ”I AM NOT WRONG!....My brothers saw you…” ”Heh…well, being as you do not wish to listen. I assume there is no way I can persuade you then…” ”Shut it…murdering bastard…” The voice of the Captain was loud as thunder, crushing lungs and removing the breath in the form of gasps from his men as they listened on; Though Tachi found this act to be very amusing to say the least. Mere mortals assume the worst upon the chests of others when it happens to them, especially when the truth was right before their very noses. It seemed like this was about to turn into a fight…something he had wished to hold until the end of all this and not unless he had too… ”I’ll do what I must….” Soft whispers rose into the nights sky, angelic hands of wisdom graced his face as the wrath of the elements was evoked through mental means. It did not take much to spark the magic within the heavens, a simple cloudburst. And down it came. Pouring streaks of rain which hammered the soon to be battlefield like a hurricane. Beads of water stuck to the tendrils of his hair and his cheeks, clothing soaked to the bone, though he did not care, this was his domain, his home…his advantage over humanity. Without warning, they attacked. First from the left, three of them, Spears brandished forward and seeking to stab through the side of their target with an animal’s lust for murder. Yet he had warned them…and now they were about to pay… The movement was quick, only the speed of lightning seemed to match. A flash streaked across the battlefield, although not a form of lightening or thunder…it was his weapon. A burst of light amidst the darkness as it suddenly appeared within his palm and carved a wide horizontal arc through the air. Within moments, Tachi was behind them, sword in hand, body arched forward in a crouch with the blade arm extended outward. Time held the soldiers in a sense of awe as their mid-sections slowly slid off from the lower half and onto the ground with a sound clap, and a splash of blood which flowed profusely. ”The full wrath of water be released upon these mortals. Suffer the wrath of the gods!” Without pause, the Ninja spun on his left heel. Words to which could not be comprehended were spoken into the night as his left palm shot outwards. Four more fell to the opposite side of the circle, needles sticking from their neck and chest as if mauled by a porcupine; although the needles melted into a stream of water a moment later… The last bit of guards ran up behind him, leaping into the air with loud howls of revenge for their fallen comrades. But he knew, and countered with a swift roundhouse kick to ones chest, Throwing him back into a stone wall, his head smacking the cold rocks as he fell limp within moments. For the others, Tachi spun the blade within his palm in a quick clockwise motion while chanting, stopping a second later with the blade to his face as the spears struck flesh…. Or what appeared to be flesh… Little to their own knowledge, the figure of Tachi fell away in a crash of falling water, an illusion created from the rains bound to his body. He had managed to collect enough during the fight to shape a figure of himself; Though it was too late to realize their mistake, movement behind them made the final two guards turn right into a blast of water straight to the head. Such force tore flesh from bone, leaving the near headless members of the guard in a bloody heap on the ground with their ‘brethren’. The battle over, Tachi stood within the middle…unharmed, and a faint grin across his pale cheeks. The Captain stood no less then a foot away from his right, shocked and standing in awe at his unit just being massacred by forces which could not be comprehended… Noting the shocked look of surprise, Tachi turned to the Guard Captain. The blade within his hands suddenly was enveloped in a blinding light before disappearing into thin air entirely, although he did not care. It was apart of him, the element of water born from its surface enabled the weapon to be called to his hands at will…although the crazed man he was walking up towards did not know that… ”Less this be a lesson to you that life is not all that it seems Captain. Next time make your choice with truth and within the bounds of justice before accusing an innocent man of slaughtering your force, until he gets fed up and actually does so…via example..” Thin fingers motioned outward to the fallen guards, headless, without flesh, or merely knocked unconscious. Either way it was a devastating loss to take against one man. Shifting his gaze back to where the Ninja was, the Captain found only air…he had gone. The voice of the shadows, a man of mystery and of one single element which was more powerful then it had seemed. A gulp of air, and a gasp….then the rains faded…
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Soldier
Grand Commander, and Prefect of Ba, ~Sh?yu?n~
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Jun 17, 2006 14:27:58 GMT -5
Post by Páng Tǒng on Jun 17, 2006 14:27:58 GMT -5
The Assassin's Creed[/u]
The City of Eden was a bustling metropolis turned fortress. Full of corruption and disdain, only the strongest could survive here, and only the strongest did. From the megalomaniacal Leader, to the militant guards, the city was a hotbed of chaos.
Where an Assassin thrived.
A single white cloaked man walked into the place. No one took any special heed of him, just another wandering traveller who ended up in the worst place possible. Yet, some, who looked down to his left hand, noticed that he had lost his ring finger, the finger that symbolized matrimony in most of all cultures. Strange, isn't it?
Walking in, the guards were bullying a peasant. The Hashshashin did nothing to stop them, and didn't even look in their direction. His was a life of strictness, where life and death balance on the edge of a sword.
His sword.
Continueing his slow pace, his arms moved steadily forwards and backwards, a standard pace, peasants neither moving out of his way, or standing in it. Effortlessly, he slipped between people like water around rocks, and only gently nudged the people he couldn't make his way around. Immediatly explaining himself to those who he did need to nudge, they usually gratefully accepted, not wanting any trouble from anyone, as the city had become a hotbed for it already.
Things weren't going to change.
Making his way to the drop point, he found his first instructions. There was a guard captain, someone who maniacal beyond belief, who was ruffing up little children by the docks. The person who hired him, his identity disclosed, wanted the Captain to know that the children were to be left alone. He wanted this done, by his death. It would set an example for the rest of the city...
Fine then.
Altair made his way throughout the city, heading towards the docks. Finding the streets jam-packed, he went down an alleyway, and then jumped. His jump was a good 5 feet into the air, from his head. He slapped his gauntlets against the wall, and the daggers there pierced into the stone. He climbed up, and stood atop the building.
Looking out over the city, many different cultures clashed, as people came and went, and the guards kept a tight vigiliance. The towers of the fortress poked through, and finally, Altair found what he was looking for.
Sails.
He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, people peering up in amazement. Finding the gate to the docks, he surmounted the walls, and looked out over.
There he was.
His target was seen standing over two snivveling children, tears streaming down their eyes. They were caked in dirt, from where the Captain had kicked at them. Two guards stood nearby, their faces a monagery of emotions: Regret, Pain, Sadness, Worry, and finally Acceptance. They obviously didn't want to be doing the horrific acts to these children, but had no choice.
They wouldn't be any problem.
Altair jumped from the walls, landing on a small shanty. Pressing the button on his gauntlet, the knife slid forth from his gauntlet, and locked into place. It took the area where his Left Ring Finger would've been, and it was deadly sharp.
Perfection.
Peering over the lip of the roof, he judged the distance. Roughly 20 feet. No problem, concurring with his general speed, and height, he should land directly on top of the captain. Running to the other side of the roof, he transfered his momentum, and burst off toward the lip. Kicking off of it, he jumped, soaring toward his target.
Bullseye.
He crashed into the man, and held him down. He drove the blade into the side of the man's neck, and then withdrew it, the blood making the gears gurgle in ecstasy. He leeped up, the two guards looking bewildered, and then angry. They drew their swords, and gave chase.
Damn.
He lept onto the nearest ledge, kicked off, landing on the lip of the first building. Clambering onto the roof, he kicked off again, bursting speed, and then lept...
Soaring.
He crashed into the wall, and climbed up that, and surmounted the wall. He jumped down, and ran toward a monastery, where a group of white clothed monks were exiting. He moved in amongst them, walking into the church, as they walked out.
The guards arrived, and posthumously left, knowing very well that they'd never find him in the group of monks...
A few hours later, the man, now in black, walked out. He walked the streets, waiting for his next contact...[/i]
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