Dark Tidings (open- need natives and random newcomers)
 

Plot
When life is naught but death and misery, emotions become lost, making one numb. a cold, calculating machine is all that is left. a ghost, a shell, a shadow of the being that could have been.

When life is all happiness and love, warmth and good will, it takes only a small breath, a slight shift, to send that world crashing down.

in a land long lost by time, long forgotten by people, long untouched by evil, something dark stirs. an elven man from a distant and war-torn realm awakens to find himself in a strange place. a place of light. of love. he awakens in the realm of the sun gods of olde. a land that has not known war in over a millennia. here live the descendants of the sun gods. a quiet, peaceful, and prosperous people living in harmony with themselves and nature, unaware that other realms even exist. gifted with eternal youth and knowing no violence or famine, a people who have long forgotten death.

but a dark ominous cloud begins to form, and a stranger arrives in their land...


Rules:
1. No immortality, invulnerability, or invincibility of any kind. eternal youth merely means no dying of old age.
2. PLEASE PM PROFILES TO ME TO EVALUATE AND POST. DO NOT POST THEM YOURSELF! TRYING TO STAY ORGANIZED.
3. Romance in the plot is highly encouraged, but keep your cybering on AIM. this is to remain PG-16 content.
4. Obey all site rules at all times.
5. Don't kill anyone off without mine or Sonny Skye's permission. (Exception is yourself. if you don't wanna be here anymore, i'd rather you kill off your character than just disappear)
6. Sonny Skye and myself retain the right to kill off your character without telling you if we feel you are sucking too much in any way.
7. Please, no slang or chat speak. proper grammar and punctuation are a must. apostrophes and capitalization i let slide, i don't capitalize anything, but grammar, punctuation, and, if possible, spelling need to stay in check.
8. If you have read, understand, and agree with these rules and wish to be a part of this story, PM your profile to me with the words Tofu Salad in the subject of the message.

CHARACTER OUTLINE IS IN THE SECOND POST!!

Characters
Menewsha Username: Adflicta Pectoris
Name: Laslatu Ironheart
Nickname?: Las
Age/Age I Look: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Position*: Newcomer, General of the Steel Hand
(*ie, Native, Newcomer, etc?)
Power(s)*: Unparalleled swordsmanship, lightning and storm creation, limited telekinesis
(*Limit up to three; no god-moding, please.)
Greatest Weakness?: books and knowledge
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Appearance*: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...hanRosario.jpg
(*Picture preferred; do not feel you have to use an anime picture: a photograph is always welcome and encouraged as well. (: )
Personality in Three Words: Cold, Uncaring, Intelligent
Quick Biography: Laslatu Ironheart was born a warrior. Death has been his life since he was able to lift a blade. He was orphaned at age one when his town was overrun by the King and his guard in one of the king's sick training exercises. Las would have been killed as well, but he stabbed the king's captain in the foot with a pocket knife when they approached, and the king was intrigued and took him in. From then on he was raised by the sword under a sadistic king who killed his subjects for enjoyment and to keep them in fear. and so as las grew older all he knew was killing, and he got better and better at it. he never joined in the kings parties, and he never partook of the loot and women they brought back. he spent all his time in his quarters training, or reading with his cat, Sever. Las became more and more intelligent and more and more proficient with a blade until he far surpassed all others in the kingdom, and was given the title of General of the Steel Hand, the king most highly trained and ruthless force. but when a legion of crusaders for peace attacked the kingdom to stop the kings evil, an ancient high priest in the crusaders struck Las from his horse, the priest looked deep into Las' eyes, and everything went white. when las woke up he was in a bright, beautiful forest in a land he had never seen.

Menewsha Username: Sonny Skye
Name: Eira
Nickname?: Kae
Age/Age I Look: 85/17
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
Position*: Native; Heir.
(*ie, Native, Newcomer, etc?)
Power(s)*: Botany, clearing away small storms, and healing damaged soil.
(*Limit up to three; no god-moding, please.)
Greatest Weakness?: Naive.
Sexual Orientation: Inexperienced, yet heterosexual.
Appearance*:
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r...ye/elfgirl.jpg
http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p...sian/elf-1.jpg
(*Picture preferred; do not feel you have to use an anime picture: a photograph is always welcome and encouraged as well. (: )
Personality in Three Words: Reserved, Loyal, and Peaceful.
Quick Biography: Kae is one of the last of the "chosen Sun children". Her mother passing when she was born, what signifies that she is a true "Sun Goddess", is that she was born of Caesarean birth, a very rare happening in her village. Declared the new heir to the Sun throne, at a very early age she was removed from her home with her father and grandmother to live in the palace and be raised and trained to be able to accomplish her duties as Sun Princess. Because of this method of being brought up, she learned to become much more reserved, keeping her inner most thoughts on the matter of her position to confide in the one thing she truly finds peace with: her garden. Very nature-oriented, (as she's trained to be), Eira is often found in the outdoors, a habit that often creates issues between herself and her caretaker, as it makes the princess often hard to find. Knowing no sense of fear, due to her town's lack of impurity, Kae is naive in the largest of ways, seeing no reason to suspect coming to any harm when, say, roaming the woods by her lonesome.


Menewsha Username: Le Fantome
Name: Tybalt Ivanovic
Nickname?: Ty, Balt
Age/Age I Look: 123/27-30
Gender: Male
Race: Elven
Position: Native
Power(s): Manipulation of Earth/Metal; possesses above-average intelligence.
Greatest Weakness?: He's missing his left arm.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Appearance:
http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p.../druid-2-1.jpg
Personality in Three Words: Clever, Charming, Introverted
Quick Biography: He was brought into the world with one less arm than everyone else, a fact that never really slowed him down since his people rarely look down on physical deformities/oddities. As he reached adolescence and beyond, however, Ty began to suffer from a strange, nameless 'disease'. He struggles with bizarre urges to hurt himself or others and often must curb his temper when he is annoyed. He was never taught to recognize the violent tendencies in himself seeing as violence isn't understood by his people, so he suffers secretly while he tries to develop a cure...


Menewsha name: Traverse
Name: Xander Quentin
Nickname?: Zane
Age/Age I Look: 17/ 17
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Position*: Newcomer; Steel Hand warrior's attendant
(*ie, Native, Newcomer, etc?)
Power(s)*: Stealth, character location ( I sense the location of the warrior I serve, but only tuned to that character), transform into dog (alot of changelings are taken in as attendants)
(*Limit up to three; no god-moding, please.)
Greatest Weakness?: harm done to my master
Sexual Orientation: eunuch
Appearance*:http://tampafloridarealestatefinder....dog_small1.jpg
(*Picture preferred; do not feel you have to use an anime picture: a photograph is always welcome and encouraged as well. (: )
Personality in Three Words: obedient, cruel, humorless
Quick Biography: Found abandoned in the sorrounding woods, raised to be a servant in the near by court. Having shown promise with his stealth and changeling abilities, tranfered to be squire/ attendant to the General of the Steel Hand; Laslatu Ironheart.
Living only to serve his General, Xander could sense when his master was in trouble. Rushing forward from the reserves on the battlefield, he arrived just in time to dive into the portal opened by the ancient high priest. Not wanting to further distress his General with ANY interruption, Zane honed his senses and followed Las to a large open building with an air of importance to it. Xander finds a luscious tree in the sorrounding garden to hide in, while he awaits his masters summon, or his required assistance.




Menewsha Username: Rabid Rainbow
Name: Soleil
Nickname?: That's Lady Soleil to you!
Age/Age I Look: 350/16
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
Position*: Native, Noble
Power(s)*: Clairvoyance, telepathy, and psychokinesis
Greatest Weakness?: She is very innocent and naive and can be persuaded to do almost anything.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance*: [x]
Personality in Three Words: Naive, Loyal, Girly
Quick Biography: Soleil was born into a family of noble birth and spends most of her time either in the palace of near the palace. She is very childlike sometimes and can easily be persuaded to do almost anything. This has obviously led to some interesting situations. She discovered her gifts at an early age and is quite proficient at using them. However, she is not perfect because sometimes in the midst of using her powers, she can have her attention diverted

Character Profiles:
**Please try to be a bit descriptive so we can get a good visual idea of your character! (:
***PM your profile to Adflicta Pectoris in order to be added to the "cast", if you will. Look forward to roleplaying with all of you! :D

Las woke with his head pounding. immediately he pulled his sword.
"i'll kill you!!!" he shouted, jumping up looking for the priest. but all there was to see was forest. bright and warm. the perfume of flowers hung heavy, almost gagging him.
where am i? he thought to himself. a small stag walked up and gently nuzzled his hand, he looked down at it and promptly decapitated it and threw it over his shoulder.
i was getting hungry...
he found a small clearing in the woods and built himself a fire. he looked around in disgust. everything here is so pleasant looking. all i can smell is life. but where is here.... he pondered his next move as he devoured the stag. need to look for civilization. need to gather intel. he covered the remains of his fire and began moving into the woods.

"Princess? Princess Eira?"

The blonde haired lass ducked behind the several boulders that bordered her garden on the south side, carefully watching her governess look around for a few moments before returning back to inside the palace to further continue her search. With a small sigh of relief, the princess stood and brushed off her legs, her dress's hem having risen up a tad and allowing bits of soil to collect on the fair skin of her thighs. She looked up to the sky, watching the wisps of clouds move to shield the bright sun from her eyes.

She walked through her small garden, gently touching a butter colored daffodil and allowing its sweet scent to fill her. She shed her cream sweater and folded it neatly, leaving it next to a patch of orchids along with her slippers. She then proceeded down the small thatched pathway of her garden, stopping here and there to admire a particular flower, until she had reached the end of the path. About one hundred feet to her right was a small greenhouse. She pondered venturing inside, yet thought the better of it, traveling instead to her left towards the forest's edge.

Always having loved being closer to nature even as a child, Eira only went indoors reluctantly when attending meals, or when her presence was sought after. She was accustom to sneaking out of her balcony window many a nights in order to roam her garden and the forest at nightfall, finding so much more peace and tranquility sleeping under the stars rather than a bedroom fit for a queen. Perhaps this is why she'd been "chosen" as the next heir. Either way, she'd never know.

She tiptoed barefoot further into the depths of the trees, coming to a small swing that had been affixed to a sturdy oak tree many years prior. She sat on the wooden board, slowly swinging back and forth and allowing the soft dewey grass below to tickle the bottoms of her toes.

As las crept further through the forest he began to hear a strange sound, like a creaking. he got low and crept as quietly as he could. he looked up at the sky and concentrated his energy to gather dark clouds to block some of the sunlight coming through the trees. he moved slow and silent toward the sound until, from behind some low brush, he saw the back of a young girl on a swing by herself. he silently drew his bow and nocked an arrow. he slowly stood to his full height and, aiming the bow at the girl's heart, called out,
"you there! identify yourself at once!"

The girl blinked, a bit startled by the sudden surprise of a visitor, but not showing the least bit of fear at being "threatened". How could she feel fear? She had never experienced it before in her life. She did not know what a bow was, and therefore was quite confused with why the man who had appeared from inside the brush was carrying a smoothed stick. She had also never seen this man, and only knowing of her own village's existence, was quite confused as to where he may have came from.

'Perhaps he's from a different clan, and was going out for a hike with his walking stick,'

She concluded to herself.

She continued to swing, her bright aquamarine eyes looking over the strange man.

"I'm Eira, Princess Eira. And you are?"

She asked with an inquisitive expression.

"What village are you from?"

"where i am from is not your concern, Princess," he spat the final word hoping to get his aggravation across. "what land is this? who is in charge? speak quickly lest i loose this arrow, child."

Left speechless momentarily, the girl slowly stood from her swing, her feet stepping onto the damp grass as she did so.

"Why this is Aurora Grove, of course. I don't know what you mean, sir, by 'in charge'. Aurora Grove is a republic, although there is a royal line."

She glanced back towards the direction she had came from, wondering if this stranger really had never visited this homeland of hers; the village that she thought to be the only of it's kind.

"Do you need to see someone from the board?"

republic? he thought to himself, and a royal line? how can that be?
"yes. take me to this board you speak of. and point me toward a blacksmith on our way, my blade needs sharpening. and my armor needs repaired, i've just come from battle."

Eira again was left speechless, much of the man's vocabulary very foreign to her. She, of course, had no knowledge of what a blacksmith was, nor a blade, armor, or the concept of "battle". She merely nodded in response, turning to slowly move through the trees of the great wood, not in any rush. She stopped here and there to pick up an interesting looking pebble, or to view a small squirrel scurrying up a tree trunk.

Upon reaching the forest's edge, she glanced back to see if the man had in fact followed her, the huge expanse of the palace grounds stretched out before them.

"This way if you please, sir,"

She led the way up the thatched pathway, slipping her now dirty feet into her slippers and pulling her sweatshirt over her head of golden locks. Admiring her flowers on the way up to the palace's back gates, she glanced back a second time.

She then led the way into the unguarded building and through to the Great Hall where the various chair members of Aurora Grove's republic sat.

"Here we are,"

Las had never been more confused. in this ornate palace, being escorted by royalty to see the heads of state and not a single guard or sentry or even any weapons in sight. what an ill prepared people... he thought to himself. "here we are," the princess informed him as they reached the board chambers. he pushed open huge double doors and strode in with all the arrogance of a ruthless general. "I demand to know who is in charge." he stated forcefully, with his hand on his blade.

(ooc. fantastic, but you aren't leaving this council chamber that easily. *evil grin*)
"halt!" Las shouted at the man, drawing his sword. "i am general Laslatu Ironheart of King Naerius' Steel Hand. and i won't tolerate your insolence. give me your compass and show me to a map or i will force you to." as he spoke electricity began to crackle and arc through his armor. "and i suggest the princess,"again he sneered the word, "stay within the board room, i don't need a woman in my way."

Electricity continued to crackle through and around las as the man spoke.
"Don't dare insult my intelligence, i know what a compass is and i have used many different varieties magical and non-magical. and it obviously looks like you could use a hand with anything you do, ha ha ha." he continued antagonizing the one armed as he followed him through the empty corridors of the palace. "did you lose that arm in a fight? or did a small rodent gnaw it off while you played with your toys?" they were alone in a dark hall of the palace, las still crackling with blue light. "are you mute as well as cripple now?"


(OOC-- BACK)

Disturbed by the General's constant motion within the giant stone structure, Xander distracted himself with the local sorroundings. What a strange world they'd been sent to... full of colorful plants and overpowering aromas. Despite his familiarity with the entire forest back home, Zane was certain there were atleast a hundred different varieties of plant here he didn't recognise.
Debating whether to climb down and take samples of the more exotic looking plants, he recalculated his position and decided to remain aloft for the moment. No matter his restlessness from the unfamiliarity of his new sorroundings, Laslatu could require his assistance at any moment. For now, Xander would stay put.

Las watched his sword crumble before him, unfazed he summoned his willpower and used his telekinesis to snatch the compass from the man's pocket. Las then quickly launched a bolt of lightning toward the insolent one armed man, and rolled backward, disappearing around the corner.
as he slid quietly through the shadows inside the unguarded palace he wondered if his bolt had hit. he doubted it, but it had served as his escape. you've just decided the fate of your people friend, he thought sneering as he drew his short blade from his leg and headed back toward the council chamber, i hope you're proud of yourself. Las glanced down at the compass he had lifted. this will require some study, he thought as he looked at it's strange dial. but first i must make my demands of the council.

((Sorry for my absence. I am here now. (: ))

Eira stood still in the council chamber room that had fallen silent. Never before had she been regarded to as being so inferior. Although she certainly did not walk with an air of being above others like most typical members of royalty, the young maiden was a bit taken aback at the least. Sure, Tybalt had given her the common courteous bow, but she in no way demanded such. She turned to look at her elders; the several elite men that had earned their chairs on the board. Although sexism was not common to her people, heck any kind of prejudice was foreign, she began to wonder if it was normal in other places. There being no females on the board had never caught her notice prior...

She walked toward the head councilman, listening to his urgent inquiries, yet not really knowing how to answer. 'Who is this man? Where did he come from? Why has he come forward with such hostility?'

Just as confused, Eira only had the chance to murmur a soft, "I don't know, sir. He just appe-" before being the second person to have their sentence cut off by the newcomer.

She turned to see his entrance. His anger and cruelty toward her people left her baffled, yet his character intrigued her in the slightest.

Las burst into the council chamber eyes ablaze, armor crackling, and blade drawn. the first thing he saw was the princess. bargaining chip was all he thought. before anyone could move, he had the princess with his blade against her neck. his adrenaline was flowing and he was in his element. the more things escalated the more he enjoyed them. he had never really enjoyed having to kill innocents, but it didn't bother him either, it was all he knew. but when a situation began to escalate grow out of hand and fear and anxiety were on the rise, he thrived. he felt so alive. the electricity around crackled brighter and more intense as he held the princess. "which one of you defenseless curs holds the power? who heads this council? speak or i will end this princess."

Soleil was sitting in the receiving room of her chambers cooing at her green finch and her linnet bird when she heard a loud commotion from the middle of the palace. Puzzled, she placed her birds back inside the cage and hurried out into the long hallway outside her suite of rooms. The noise seemed to have died down, but unease showed in Soleil's green eyes.

"Perhaps I should head towards the council," she mused to herself. "If they do not know what is going on, surely I will meet someone who will."

She picked up the hem of her pale green and gold dress so that she might move more quickly. A strange feeling was growing in her chest. Of course, it was fear, but Soleil did not know that. All she knew was that something was wrong.

As she hurried through the vast palace, her pale hair streamed out behind her. Finally, she saw the council doors coming up.

What she also saw was a strange figure advancing towards the chamber, holding some sort of short metal stick that glinted in the light. With a small yelp of surprise, she darted behind a statue.

Immediately sensing the General's well known lust for blood, Xander was instantaneously out of the tree and through the threshold of the serene palace gates. Homing in on the warrior like a centaur's arrow, Zane progressed directly to the Council Chamber and quickly surveyed the situation.
Not surprised to see the young woman who led Las here earlier held captive in the warriors considerable arms, Zane turned to General Laslatu, briefly nodded his head, and awaited further instruction.

Eyes as wide as saucers, both the princess and the board members gasped in shock. Never before had such a scenario been issued. Eira stood frozen still, feeling the odd sensation of her heartbeat in the vein of her throat. Not having the knowledge of knowing what a blade was, she was not sure what to make of the situation. The metal being pushed to her neck had made the smallest of incisions, causing a few small droplets of velvet red blood to slowly creep down her pale neck.

"Wha-"

She began before being cut off by the head councilman who remained seated, yet showed a very obvious sense of distress at the sudden series of events that had come up.

"I am the head councilman,"

He murmured in a delicate tone, not wanting to further enrage the foreigner out of fear of what it could result in.

"If you would please release Princess Eira...We are more than willing to accommodate you, sir. No hostility on your part is needed."

The head of the board's right hand man had stood, now requesting for the freedom of the princess from the strange man's harm.

The board members looked toward the chamber doors once again, alarmed to see yet another foreigner enter the room in such a haste. Eira glanced at the newcomer, her expression unreadable due to her increasing confusion.

"Who are you?"

She asked carefully, still unable to understand this overwhelming feeling of panic that was now filling the room.

Soleil kept her position behind the statue, not knowing what to do. She heard voices but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Cautiously she crept closer, trying to hear. Then, she felt like an idiot as she remembered she could use her telepathy to feel what the people in the room were feeling.

She let her power out, feeling the hostility from the unknown figure and that strange, foreign emotion drowning the room. She frowned as she felt the Princess's presence. What was Eira doing there. Soleil reigned in her powers and found another hiding spot that gave her a view of the room. She gasped when she saw the man holding his shiny metal stick against Eira's throat!

She panicked, looking around for something to use to help the princess. Spotting a vase she grabbed it and flung it with all her might at the figure holding the Princess, not seeing the man's servant standing off to the side.