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Dark Age Games / Re: Dark Age Legends

« on: January 22, 2008, 10:03:12 PM »

- North-northwestern Tjedian coast -

"So... Um... Do we... Do we just leave it here?"

As he speaks, Bishop slowly circles the worn raft, sitting safely twenty feet from the waterline. The gel moves with an awkward grace by quickly compressing and contracting his mass into a rhythmic spasm, leaving a strange trail as it drags over the sand. His pure white eyes furrow quizzingly as his gaze sweeps back and forth, from the raft, to the sea, to a worn road off in the distance. Suddenly, they widen.

Jaspers voice seeps into and through the gels consciousness in an almost chiding manner. <You certainly aren't going to be taking it with you.> Soon, though, the voice softens, returning to the reassuring manner that the gel is more comfortable with. <It will be fine, don't worry. This beach doesn’t look very heavily traveled, and no one would have any need of that raft that I can think of, or even the skills to use it.> Using subtle controls, Jasper directs Bishops gaze to the road a ways away. <We should head that way. Roads are a good sign, following it will take us... somewhere, certainly.>

As the gels eyes relaxed, they took on a hopeful gleam. "I do hope that 'somewhere certainly' has food. And someplace dry, as it is going to rain soon, I think." With that, Bishop faced the road, and super condensed his body. As he released the potential energy built up within........

Hop!

Bishop leapt forward a good two feet before landing and, using the energy of the impact, bounced again. Using this method, he quickly accelerated to a respectable speed, not quite as fast as a run, but more of a 'trot'. With the ocean to their right, the two followed the road westward.

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Dark Age Games / Re: Dark Age Legends, Chapter 16 -- Sign Ups

« on: January 19, 2008, 06:38:52 PM »

Ha, over half the locations people are posting from are nautical or coastal. This island enviornment is just begging for a large naval battle. Has there ever been one?

Sorry, just curious.

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Dark Age Games / Re: Dark Age Legends

« on: January 18, 2008, 10:11:54 PM »

Hero's Fall, The City On The Edge Of Forever

The jagged narrow path shoots out from the mountain like a finger pointing accusingly into the nothingness beyond. Below, the clouds swirl along with the twisting winds, masking the further emptiness. The winds emanate from the apex of this terrible cliff, as a man stares out into the distance, his yellow cloak, seeming both tattered and flawless, dancing wildly in the wicked torrents.

"I see you found me Balthasar." As the man in Yellow speaks, the howling winds fall to a whisper. He does not turn to face the finely dressed man, who fights for every foothold as he walks down this oblivious trail. Instead, the man in Yellow looks up, taking in a sky that mirrors the solemn clouds below. "It's a shame to see you like this. More then you were, yes... but so much less as well. Was it worth it, surrendering yourself to that vile leach? To lose your mind and will, your body and soul? Turn back, Balthasar."

The face of the finely dressed man curls in anger at the mention of his name. He continues forward, his steps slow but deliberate. "I've come to put an end to your madness, King. Even now, we are scattering your forces and your false prophets are being slaughtered." Bright green flames rise from where his eyes should be, rising with his anger. His hand draws over the emerald hilt on his side, awaiting his grasp.

"Madness? Dear boy, I see clearer now then you ever will. Even now," The man in Yellow responds, "Your lord lies dead in his throne, and no one in his court lives to mourn his passing. Turn back, Balthasar. Greater men then you have fallen before me, and greater men yet live whose dooms I will seal. Turn back, Balthasar, your weak resolve is not welcome here."

The finely dressed man stops to speak, halfway between the base of the path, and the man in Yellow. "How your delusions got you this far, I'll never know, but this must end!  You are treading a path no mortal can handle, and we will all pay the price of your pride. Sweet spirits... YOU ARE NOT A GOD!" At the last word, the finely dressed mans foothold shatters, and, grabbing wildly for a handhold, he dangles from the jagged path.

The man in Yellow is suddenly above him. "And you are no longer a man. You are an empty husk, and you were burning yourself alive long before you were given that parasitic toy. The gods you know are aeons dead, and I will stand on their ashes. No one can save you. You have chosen your abyss, boy, now go to it." The fires fade from the man's eyes, and he falls.

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Western Gaian Ocean, Three miles North-northwest of Tjed

"... like your opinion on what we should do."

<Wha-what?>
Bishops pure white eyes widened under his worn leather hat as he stood on the edge on the makeshift raft. "OH! You are awake. I am sorry if I woke you up, but I could not understand what you were saying. I do not think you were dreaming well. I recommend you have better dreams. That will help, I think."

<...That's foolish. I don't dream. Now what is it that you wanted my opinion on?>

"If you say so. If you do not dream, I would think it would be hard to tell if you are happy. I like to dream of food. You should try it. But yes! The boat! There was a small boat that came by, and it was heading to that land over there. Also, there is land over there." Indeed, off in the distance the coastline of Tjed peeked over the horizon.

<Wonderful! So there is some intact civilization around here. What did they say, Bishop?>

As the gel went about adjusting the sails habitually, he spoke in a quiet, embarrassed voice. "I could not get you to say anything to me, so I hid in the tent. I was scared, and did not want to be eaten."

Jasper did it's best to sound reassuring, but it realized it didn't know how. <Well, if it happens again before we reach the coast, try getting their attention. ...I promise I won't let anyone eat you, Bishop, as long as I'm around. I won't... sleep... again, anytime soon.>

The gels eyes relaxed happily as he entered the tent once again. "That is good to hear. I am glad to have you as my friend, Jasper."

<...>

Outside, the wind rose softly, and whispered of storms.

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Dark Age Games / Re: Dark Age Legends

« on: January 14, 2008, 06:57:53 AM »

-Eastern Gaian Ocean, six miles north of Tjed-

The large, makeshift raft floats slowly south; nothing else can be seen from horizon to horizon. On its flat surface is nothing more then a small simple tent, and a cheap windsail, both of which seem to be made of various patchwork cloths. From beneath the tent folds, an amorphous creature peeks out, his pure white eyes scanning the empty horizon from beneath a worn leather cap. As the membrane below his eyes vibrate, it mimics what sounds like a sigh. The voice it creates is relatively high pitched, sounding not quite alto, but certainly falsetto.

"Are we there yet? I really do not like all this water. I am not comfortable around it. Are we close? I am hungry." As he lets out another sigh, his eyes widen as he receives a telepathic message.

<No, Bishop, we're not there yet. I told you it would take awhile, but we didn't have a choice. From what I could tell, that land held nothing but wilderness and death, and the former was certainly not going to explain the latter... and you couldn't explain either. But, yes, we are close, I can sense land in the far distance. At our rate, we should be there shortly, five days at the most. And no, you're not hungry.>

As his eyes relaxed, the blue gel went about adjusting the sails according to the subtle directions he received.
"...Well, I am bored. And you cannot blame me for not knowing, it is not as if anyone has ever asked me before."

While retreating back into the ragtag tent, the sunlight glints brightly off the emerald hilt of the dagger on the gels awkwardly worn belt.
<I know, Bishop, just be patient. We should just hope that we find someone lucid enough to talk to us. If all we find is more ruins... well, let's just hope we don't.>

The large, makeshift raft floats slowly south; nothing else can be seen from horizon to horizon.

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Dark Age Games / Re: Dark Age Legends, Chapter 16 -- Sign Ups

« on: January 13, 2008, 05:10:23 AM »

Hey guys <Handle: Melchoir> here, hoping I can join with you guys this chapter. I'm very new at Play-by-Post RPing, so take it easy on me if I mess up Wink.

I've got two characters here for judgment, lemme know if there's anything that needs changing or redoing (such as the entire character, HA!), if I'm missing something, or if you have any overall questions or suggestions. I hope I wasn't too descriptive...

Characters:
-Bishop
-Jasper

"Well... I think I look dashing..."
Name: Unnamed (has recently been referred to as "Bishop")
Gender: Asexual (uses male pronouns)
Race: Gel
Specialization: None
Age: 7 (A human equivalent of 35)
Job: None
Weapon: Jasper (described separately)
Alliance: None
Description: Bishop is a medium-small gel, a normally primitive and simple creature. He is slightly smaller then an average Labrador Retriever, has a volume of approximately 14 gallons (53 liters), weighs 197 pounds (89 Kilograms), and is an opaque light blue in color.
Bio: Bishop was an unremarkable gel living in the northern continent. A week after an uncomfortable bright light frightened most of the wildlife into hiding, he came across a human corpse in the middle of nowhere, with only mild decay (a high point in any gels day). While digesting the corpse over the next few days, Bishop began to ponder what to do next. This, of course, startled him, as gels do not normally ponder. While mulling over his new found sense of "self" he set off, taking both the now skeletons belt and dagger (following Jasper's urging) and the skeletons leather cap 'because it looked nice' (against Japer's wishes, much to it's surprise and dismay).

"Just because you cannot see your wielder, do not think you are any less a weapon then I."
Name: Jasper
Gender: Asexual (uses genderless pronouns)
Race: None (Item)
Specializations: Twilight Magic, Telepathy, Dagger Mastery
Age: 176
Job: Currently None
Weapon: Itself, Bishop (Bishop is the title it gives it's wielder)
Alliance: The Red King
Description: Jasper is an ornate, intelligent dagger about 14 inches (35.56 centimeters) in length. It's handle seems expertly carved from a single amazingly large emerald, but it's surface is smooth, and it intangibly adjusts to be more comfortable to it's wielder. It's blade is simplistic in design, made of a mysterious metal, swirled in equal parts pearl white and opal black. It has a gruff, commanding personality. It is practically powerless without a wielder (the most it can do is harshly insult).
Bio: The Sovereign’s Hammer was unprecedentedly powerful, and it's effects were subtly felt throughout the time-space continuum and the multiverse. Six miles from Gros Morne, at the moment the shockwave tore through the air, a well dressed body fell to the ground. This was Balthasar, Jasper's former Bishop. And he was dead before he hit the ground. The shock of the event, and the surprising and painful lose of a Bishop, has heavily jarred and baffled Jasper.


Well, that's it from me, I hope I got the idea across well. Lemme know what'cha think!