Keaton
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“Long ago, longer than most of the dark bloods can remember, the world above Earth, was swallowed by darkness. In the humans time of need, against the shadows, the blood of heroes rose up and fought back the devils, by being devils themselves. Following in their ancestors footsteps the mirrored brothers sealed away the darkness and returned the world to light.
Now, almost a thousand years later, the world has fallen again, darkness mixed into light, light swallowed by the dark. Humans and devils co-exist in combat and strife, under the watchful gaze of the Ebony Prince. The heroes have no come back, no-one has lifted this veil...and no-one is coming to save us...”
~Alchemedes; Librarian of the Human Resistance
The Twilight of the ‘day’ was pitch, a heavy fog of shadow suffocating the ruins of the overworld, old buildings now little more than a few broken walls and glass long since broken. The world had fallen, and there were only a handful of souls holding it above hells searing kiss.
Below ground, life existed, away from the sight of the crimson sun and the gaze of creature that now ruled it all. Laelia walked slowly, her long crimson hair fell down to the small of her back, she was covered from head to toe in bandages, except an area around her right eye and scarlet lips of which allowed her to see and speak. Lae’s booted footsteps in one of the lesser passageways, her scuffed and torn leather jeans carried dust from a hundred battles, the long back and red leather jacket houses no weapons, but she wears long silver gauntlets and adornments on her boots. A sigh passes her lips as the darkness of the route seemed more depressing than usual, but she could see the end.
Lae was a devil, what was referred to as a Envoy by the other Demonic Ranks. Able to adapt her fighting skills as per a situation and deal with high volumes of enemy alone, but Lae was different from the nomal rank of mindless murderers, she wanted out. The darkness had corrupted her, once she supported the Emperor, now she was hoping to be the one to end it, after all, the world wouldn’t wait forever to be saved.
“Come on Kodak...” she said solemnly, motioning to a wandering figure behind her, as he stepped into a slight pool of light his silver hair sparkled against his pale skin, a blindfold over his eyes hid a deep scarlet from view and yet he seemed to move fine without seeing. Kodak looked around, without looking, not speaking, not once, a red t-shirt was worn underneath an old biker jacket reading ‘Ijin Masaka Kyo’ with a worn samurai design. The youth whom seemed no older than twenty wore baggy jeans that were covered in oil and mud from battles recent and a pair of trainers that looked much worse for wear. Kodak held a hand in front of his face, flexing his fingers beneath a set of tipless gloves, amused by the patterns he saw before levelling with Laelia.
“I hope someone here knows what happened to you...otherwise...” she stopped and grabbed his jacket shoulder and pulled him along towards a stairwell at the end of the pitch black corridor.
The stairs fell down for a while, remants of the world above littered and rested in the cracks, Kodak stumbled down each step clumsily, never speaking, whereas Lae walked every step the way she had a thousand times before, although this time she hoped that things would be different. Before long the stairs ended and opened up into a small conventional entrance hall, cleaner than the world they had passed, two highly polished tables with lanterns astride to break the darkness around, an old man sat in a chair reading an antique news paper dated ‘July 21 2021’, he wore a tuxedo suit with the jacket across his lap, a bow tie undone and a pipe clasped firmly between his lips, he looked up with glassy eyes and smiled, kicking his heal against the ground before looking back to his paper. Lae approached the door he sat by and pushed hard, unlocked by the gentleman it fell open allowing both Lae and her patient. The room entered looked magnificent against the chaos of the world above, a circular room with many layers of steps , all crafted from old human marble, candles surrounded the room and bookcases lined the walls, and books littered the floors and desks around them. The size of the room was larger than a church congregation area and was a known safe area for rogues and rebels against the Prince, but there had been no meeting here for years and many of the rebel leads had fallen, Lae had hoped her messages had reached the few that remained...she hoped.
Kodak meanwhile sat down on the floor, cross legged, pulling various tomes towards him and glancing at their knowledge filled pages, blindfolded still, no words left his lips.
Ask and thou shall recieve!
Okay, I have had enough of planning so lets see what happens!
PM or email me any questions as to story etc, I will hopefully be able to lead the story in the right direction =p
Registered Authors are:
-Ronin
-Dante Aseroth
-Phantarch
-Crimson Tiger
-Chaos Mater
-Demonslayer6
-Crimson Red knight
-Lord of Darkness
-Keaton (duh!)
If you would like to join, please PM me with an example of your writings, it will also depend on how far the story has progressed ^__^
AUTHORS READ:
May you please write a post introducing your character first off, please feel free to write as you need, any major story conflicts can be adjusted...but I doubt it will come up
Okay, I have had enough of planning so lets see what happens!
PM or email me any questions as to story etc, I will hopefully be able to lead the story in the right direction =p
Registered Authors are:
-Ronin
-Dante Aseroth
-Phantarch
-Crimson Tiger
-Chaos Mater
-Demonslayer6
-Crimson Red knight
-Lord of Darkness
-Keaton (duh!)
If you would like to join, please PM me with an example of your writings, it will also depend on how far the story has progressed ^__^
AUTHORS READ:
May you please write a post introducing your character first off, please feel free to write as you need, any major story conflicts can be adjusted...but I doubt it will come up
“Long ago, longer than most of the dark bloods can remember, the world above Earth, was swallowed by darkness. In the humans time of need, against the shadows, the blood of heroes rose up and fought back the devils, by being devils themselves. Following in their ancestors footsteps the mirrored brothers sealed away the darkness and returned the world to light.
Now, almost a thousand years later, the world has fallen again, darkness mixed into light, light swallowed by the dark. Humans and devils co-exist in combat and strife, under the watchful gaze of the Ebony Prince. The heroes have no come back, no-one has lifted this veil...and no-one is coming to save us...”
~Alchemedes; Librarian of the Human Resistance
The Twilight of the ‘day’ was pitch, a heavy fog of shadow suffocating the ruins of the overworld, old buildings now little more than a few broken walls and glass long since broken. The world had fallen, and there were only a handful of souls holding it above hells searing kiss.
Below ground, life existed, away from the sight of the crimson sun and the gaze of creature that now ruled it all. Laelia walked slowly, her long crimson hair fell down to the small of her back, she was covered from head to toe in bandages, except an area around her right eye and scarlet lips of which allowed her to see and speak. Lae’s booted footsteps in one of the lesser passageways, her scuffed and torn leather jeans carried dust from a hundred battles, the long back and red leather jacket houses no weapons, but she wears long silver gauntlets and adornments on her boots. A sigh passes her lips as the darkness of the route seemed more depressing than usual, but she could see the end.
Lae was a devil, what was referred to as a Envoy by the other Demonic Ranks. Able to adapt her fighting skills as per a situation and deal with high volumes of enemy alone, but Lae was different from the nomal rank of mindless murderers, she wanted out. The darkness had corrupted her, once she supported the Emperor, now she was hoping to be the one to end it, after all, the world wouldn’t wait forever to be saved.
“Come on Kodak...” she said solemnly, motioning to a wandering figure behind her, as he stepped into a slight pool of light his silver hair sparkled against his pale skin, a blindfold over his eyes hid a deep scarlet from view and yet he seemed to move fine without seeing. Kodak looked around, without looking, not speaking, not once, a red t-shirt was worn underneath an old biker jacket reading ‘Ijin Masaka Kyo’ with a worn samurai design. The youth whom seemed no older than twenty wore baggy jeans that were covered in oil and mud from battles recent and a pair of trainers that looked much worse for wear. Kodak held a hand in front of his face, flexing his fingers beneath a set of tipless gloves, amused by the patterns he saw before levelling with Laelia.
“I hope someone here knows what happened to you...otherwise...” she stopped and grabbed his jacket shoulder and pulled him along towards a stairwell at the end of the pitch black corridor.
The stairs fell down for a while, remants of the world above littered and rested in the cracks, Kodak stumbled down each step clumsily, never speaking, whereas Lae walked every step the way she had a thousand times before, although this time she hoped that things would be different. Before long the stairs ended and opened up into a small conventional entrance hall, cleaner than the world they had passed, two highly polished tables with lanterns astride to break the darkness around, an old man sat in a chair reading an antique news paper dated ‘July 21 2021’, he wore a tuxedo suit with the jacket across his lap, a bow tie undone and a pipe clasped firmly between his lips, he looked up with glassy eyes and smiled, kicking his heal against the ground before looking back to his paper. Lae approached the door he sat by and pushed hard, unlocked by the gentleman it fell open allowing both Lae and her patient. The room entered looked magnificent against the chaos of the world above, a circular room with many layers of steps , all crafted from old human marble, candles surrounded the room and bookcases lined the walls, and books littered the floors and desks around them. The size of the room was larger than a church congregation area and was a known safe area for rogues and rebels against the Prince, but there had been no meeting here for years and many of the rebel leads had fallen, Lae had hoped her messages had reached the few that remained...she hoped.
Kodak meanwhile sat down on the floor, cross legged, pulling various tomes towards him and glancing at their knowledge filled pages, blindfolded still, no words left his lips.
EDIT: Also, just as a casual request, can we keep Off-Topic comments in <spoiler></spoiler> tags, keeps the story clean, STARTING FROM THE TENTH POST
We don't want this turning into a chat-free-for-all lol
We don't want this turning into a chat-free-for-all lol
