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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 11 2006, 09:44 PM (529 Views) | |
| Reaver | Nov 11 2006, 09:44 PM Post #1 |
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Note: To explain things, Power is a source of power that gives normal men strength/aiblties they could never have. Technically it's the spirit of the dead hero Vanquishing Assailant, it was all taken from his defiled crypt. Auras are displays of power tat surround a person when they tap into Power. Warriors fight over power. Map:  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Prologue: Duel on the Plains The sound of steel colliding reverberated through the soft patter of the rain. Two men stood behind katanas, they drew back and began to attack eachother again. Their hands, glowing through the darkness, were the source of their power. Waves of pure engery flew off the swords as they collided, pink and orage sparks flew whenever the blades collided. No one was there to marvel at the amazing site of pure energy. Eventually the man with the pink hand knocked the orange warrior to the ground, the orange aura around his hand fading slightly. "Ready to give?" Sentenal, the pink-handed warrior, asked to his opponent mockingly, "You know I've collected more energy than you have, you might as well hand your part of the Power over." He put his Katana over his foe's throat. Jaffar, facing the katana positioned at his throat, said nothing. His eyes gleamed in the dark of night, the rain was soothing to the open cuts on his shoulder and arm. He looked Sentenal in the eye before trying to roll to the side. His neck met the razor edge of the katana, Sentenal was a little too fast. After feeling the initial cut on his neck, Jaffar felt no more. "Figured I'd finish the job." Sentenal muttered to himself. He quickly dropped to his knees and grabbed the orange shard of power sticking out of his foe's hand. As soon as he came in contact with the warn Crystal, he took off his breastplate and pushed the crystal straight into his chest. A birght luminescent light glew from his chest, a miniature whirlwind of energy circled around him as the aura around his body flared. Suddenly, the aura grew to a red state and disappeared. Sentenal's dark figure stood silently when the Power flared down into nothingness and became aware of the rain falling on his head. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter One: Hunters of Art Town "No." Soja uttered, shocked. "Jaffar, there was no way..." "It happened." Reaver said sternly. "Jaffar was found dead in the field, his head cut off, his Power drained, and cuts all over his body." It was hard for anyone in the room to believe what had happened to a legend of such caliber. The other three hunters in the room stood silently in a state of confusion and awe. "Reaver," Zephyr said calmly, "Perhaps it wasn't Jaffar, are you absolutely sure that the body you found belonged to Jaffar?" Zephyr calmy twirled his jiite while he asked this, it was reflex for him and the hunters to be ready for battle. "I'm positive," Reaver replied sternly. "I have proof." Reaver reached into his pack and pulled out the head that once belonged to Jaffar, his face was stoic and his eyes were closed in death. Reaver quickly shoved it back into his pack to avoid disgusting the other hunters. He then took his seat and waited for further instruction from the Deputy Commander. Soja was obviously had no idea what was to come next. He was the deputy commander unprepared to be thrust into the spot of Leader. He sat in the seat Jaffar used to call his own and looked around the table. There was buisness that needed to be settled about finding a new novice to join the group and there was also the issue of what to do about such a powerful swordsman in the area. The group also needed a new name, they couldn't be "Jaffar's Mercenaries" anymore. Soja decided that the gap needed to be filled first. "Reaver, Zephyr!" Soja commanded. "Head to the west side of Art Town and search for talent for the group. Crysta, search the east side of Art Town with me and we'll meet back here at the end of the day." Everyone nodded silently and walked out of the headquarters. Reaver and Zephyr walked through the streets of East Art Town. The sun was shining and many people were going about their business in the dirty streets. Many women hurried to get home with the night's dinner while families sold and bartered goods to make their living. Both were walking until they heard a large clamor from a shrine. They gave eachother a quick glance and watched the situation that enfolded in front of the shrine. "You fool!" And old man shouted. "How DARE you touch the Fusion Blade! That is the sword passed down by the legendary hero Garet and the hands of a woman should NEVER disgrace such a sword! You couldn't use it anyway!" The old man swung his cane at the girl, but she nimbly ducked out of the way. "But Grandpa," The girl replied. "I've been practicing with the sword, I wanted to see how I could handle a real blade..." She ducked out of the way of another angered swing of a cane before retreating into the side alley to finish her chores. "Excuse me, sir!" Zephyr shouted to the angered man. "How much are you selling that sword for?" Zephyr made sure to place his hand over Reaver's protesting mouth. "If you want it, you must simply pull it from it's scabbard." The old man replied. "It belonged to the hero Garet, only the one chosen by fate could ever pull such a blade from the scabbard. If you wish to try... here it is." The old man turned and picked up the blade, the scabbard was a blue metal with golden dragons. He handed the ornate scabbard to Zephyr. "Easy!" Zephyr said. He took a firm grip and pulled on the blade. He was irritated that the blade didn't come out of the scabbard. He pulled harder and harder, bringout laughs from the old man and his partner. "Damnit!" Zephyr shouted. "Take your damn sword!" He almost forced the blade into the old man's hands. he gave a cold glance to Reaver before he quickly continued searching for a competent warrior to fill their ranks. |
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| Neo | Nov 11 2006, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
Tits and Ass
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THERE CAN BE ONLY ONEEEEEE!!!!1111 |
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| Harmato | Nov 11 2006, 09:52 PM Post #3 |
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lol Highlander Interesting so far, Reav. |
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| Dragon_Sniper | Nov 11 2006, 09:54 PM Post #4 |
chicks chicks chicks
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^.^ I like it so far. =3 |
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| Reaver | Nov 11 2006, 10:45 PM Post #5 |
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It's written, might as well get Chapter 2 functioning. Chapter Two: Destiny Revealed The dark of night descended upon Art Town. However, the city never really slept. Taverns were bustling at this hour as merchants, men, and sailors enjoyed a drink after a long day's work. There was also another building that was bustling at this hour. This building was the headquarters of the newly named mercenaries. "Soja's Mercenaries," Crysta said sarcastically. "How original." "Yes," Soja replied sternly, "But we need to get back to business. Zephyr, Reaver, did you find any prospective candidates today on your search?" He looked at the two; they stood morosely against the wall of the dimly lit hut. Zephyr tapped Reaver's shoulder and then pushed him forward. "Uh..." Reaver hesitated. "We found one man, he was a drunken man who said he could take on a hundred soldiers with his axe. We would've asked him a little bit more, but Zephyr here decided to try and prove him wrong." Zephyr sighed, annoyed his partner was calling him out. "Pfft." Zephyr moaned. "I called him a liar and he attacked me, I caught his axe with my jitte and stabbed him in the stomach for trying to hit me, it's simple as that." Zephyr then backed up to the wall and fiddled with his jitte, awaiting the commander's response. "That's okay, we didn't find anything either." Crysta added hastily. She looked at Soja praying he wouldn't tell Zephyr and Reaver what kind of man they had really found. She was disappointed to see Soja prepare to share news of what they had found. "Crysta, we found that one man Crysta, remember?" Soja prodded Crysta, oblivious to the reason for her fib. "His name was Omni, he looked like he was a great fighter and he already had some power. We were lucky to find him, he was about to leave to his continent and join a group of religious radicals called 'Terrorists' that roam Jugdral." "He was a jackass." Crysta interrupted. "I think you missed the part where he tried to hit on me, the part where he used a crappy pick-up line, the part where he serenaded me, and the part where he tried ANOTHER pick up line." She crossed her arms in disgust towards the man's behavior today. "I thought he was clever..." Soja said. "He was a good fighter, I guess we'll contact him tomorrow about the job..." Suddenly a blue light radiated through the city. It was dim in the house, but Crysta picked up on it. She suddenly ran from the room, the others followed her quickly. Zephyr was the first to catch up to Crysta, she was standing outside of the Shrine Zephyr and Reaver stopped at previously. The scene had changed, there was a corpse cut clean across the waist bleeding all on the stone steps and a girl looking down at the dim blue glow coming from the sword. She and the old man stood in a state of bewilderment. "What happened here?" Crysta asked, surprise was present in her voice "Uh..." The girl stammered. "This man was stealing heirlooms from the Shrine, so then I hit him with the broom that was against the wall to try and chase him away. He turned his sword on me and I panicked, I started walking slowly to the altar and pulled Garet's sword form it's place. I then pulled it from the scabbard, as if I was willed to do so, and I cut him in half like it was instinct. Grandpa came out when he heard the noise, but he hasn't said or done anything" Her testimony brought on a flurry of emotions. Crysta and Soja were surprised and curious while Zephyr turned away and Reaver started cracking up. Soja quickly decided on the best course of action. He whispered to Crysta, who was ecstatic upon hearing the plan. Soja turned to the girl and prepared to address her. "You're hired." Soja said. "I need a warrior like you, especially one that was able to pull Garet's sword. We'll fill you in tomorrow, but for now... What's your name?" "Dragon Sniper." She said. |
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| Dragon_Sniper | Nov 11 2006, 10:49 PM Post #6 |
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chicks chicks chicks
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=D I win. ^^ Awesome job, Reaver! =3 |
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| Psiwri | Nov 11 2006, 10:52 PM Post #7 |
Too Many Words
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The writing flows along well enough, one wonders when they will show up, and I could probably speak for every freaking reader of every freaking forum member implimentation style fanfic~ |
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| Crysta | Nov 11 2006, 11:02 PM Post #8 |
wat
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YAY I'm a main character! And not fawning over Omni! 
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~ Crysta, Zombie Queen Trophy Case
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| Inui | Nov 11 2006, 11:21 PM Post #9 |
Power of Flower
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Where the fuck am I. I'm one of this place's most prominent members.
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| Neo | Nov 11 2006, 11:36 PM Post #10 |
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Tits and Ass
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Where the fuck am I. I've been here longer and forever and know Reaver better D:. |
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| Crysta | Nov 11 2006, 11:40 PM Post #11 |
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wat
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... There's only been two chapters, fewls.
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~ Crysta, Zombie Queen Trophy Case
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| Santi | Nov 12 2006, 12:01 AM Post #12 |
Da Niggaz Leader
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The name sounds kinda funny, but good job. An interesting read.  |
 
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| Admin | Nov 12 2006, 01:45 AM Post #13 |
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There is a light that never goes out...
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Wow, I raped Jaffar. Who would have thunk it? |
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| Psiwri | Nov 12 2006, 01:49 AM Post #14 |
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Too Many Words
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and you're pink too!
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| Spartan-099 | Nov 12 2006, 02:05 AM Post #15 |
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It's cause he's so manly |
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