(Yeah, definitely not a major RP community, but you can still get about 4 or 5 people in a roleplay at once, which I think is pretty good. Have you put it up yet?)

[still under construction, having a hard time thinking of how i want to put it... storyline is done though :3]

(Ah, ok <3 Sounds good!)

[mmmhmmm....
here is the url... not done yet though^^]

NEWS:

Dark being appears over the continent, Mortriidar causing black storms. Civilians contract unknown disease, it is fatal. Death occurs within hours.

It appears to have no specific target.

NEWS

A being of total opposite to this destructive creature has been sighted near the the time the dark man made his appearance.

Their motive is unknown, but it appears as if they intend to meet each other.

NEWS:

The dark man tears a path through the country side, as though searching for something. . . No one knows the object of his rampage other than he will not stop. There is speculation the so called, 'woman of light' has something to do with it all. No one can be sure...

Scuro searched village after village, rampaging the cities, but never finding it... Her... He did not understand this creature that would rise to challenge him, let along succeed. His eyes burned with dark magic and blood lust, he would not rest until he saw her cold, lifeless eyes disappear below ground for the rest of eternity.

He strode across the feild towards the fair woman, he could taste victory in the air.

News:

Cameras, warriors, and guns are watching the scene, as close as they can be without endangering themselves.

We can only wait and watch.

Luce turned the beetle back onto it's feet. She then turned to look at him. She loved him more than anything. As they faced each other, she gently brushed the grass, slowly walking toward him, calm and smiling. She watched Scuro charge with heavy steps, closer. She was like a ghost, moving forward gracefully, Open hands of trust. Tight in his hand was a weapon, with which he would kill her.

The second was long. She spread her arms to him as he reached to throw her to the ground. Their forms touched, canceling each other's immense powers with the perfect opposite.

And then they where strangers.

Scuro looked at her, dropping his weapon, he felt his form change, the pain of something real and warm and heavy entered his body. The human soul he had never known. His eyes drained the black shadows and looked down at the woman before him. She too had changed, the glow he had seen from so far away was gone, she was a mortal woman. A mortal woman before a mortal man. He did not know her, nor she him... yet he would have killed her, and enjoyed it with the passion no mortal but he could understand.

A snap cut through the silence in which they stared bewildered at eachother. He heard the impact of the arrow into her chest, he moved forward to catch her, then a arrow found his heart too. They fell to the ground, never to rise again, their bodies food for the flowers he they both hoped would bloom again someday...

It's all over, or so we hope.

Today we burry the bodies of the now mortal terror, created by the Neutrals, across from the body of the deceased Angle who appeared to balance the world.

They couldn't live without each other.

They couldn't live.

The Neutrals will pay.

THE NEW AGE

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