Fragment 1

[DarkScorpion]

It was a normally quiet day in the village; everyone was busy around doing their everyday routine, with an occasional traveler stopping through. If anything happened, it was normally very minor and had little to no effect upon this peaceful and secluded village, but today everything would change and this peaceful village would become one of many thrown into an event that would change all of existence forever.

A rider within the distance racing upon their horse makes their way toward the town, the information they carry of grave importance. Behind the rider in the sky was a strange creature never before seen in these lands. A screech of the creature drew attention of some of the villagers toward it and the rider, a flick of its tail sent a projectile into the rider's back. After the brief attack, the beast vanished into the sky before any of the villagers could clearly see what it was. They raced to where the lone rider fell, his horse racing away within frenzied panic.

When the villagers reached the rider, they recognized him as one of the Priestess of the Mountain's four disciples. Within the disciple's back appeared to a large talon of metallic nature, a metal unknown in all the lands. With the disciple's last breaths to the villagers he gave them the urgent warning he carried, "They are coming! Countless their numbers!!! All in existence in grave danger!!!!!" Upon those words he had died, leaving many questions behind, and instilling a deep rooted fear into all within the once quiet village.

The Priestess of the Mountain was well known within the village for she gave help when sought, and it was known that she had the gift of vision, a gift that allowed seeing the future and what transpired in the other realms that rested within all existence. What could she of seen that would have her send all of her disciples across the realms to spread such a warning? What more was the message to have this one disciple to meet such an end by an unknown creature? Many more questions such as these burned within the minds of all the villagers, all of them unanswered, and all of them increasing the already present fear.

As the days passed, more and more travelers passed through, and most of them bearing rumors that only brought more questions. Rumors of a vast army marching through the realms, reigning destruction, and chaos throughout their path. Villages, Kingdoms, and entire realms destroyed under the terrifying wake of the army. A massive army comprised mainly of beings and creatures never before seen within all of existence, and only a small amount of beings and creatures known to most. Some dragons, demons, vampires, wolves, and others that had aligned themselves with the devastating army.

What hit the villagers the hardest was news of Sem Etay, a city which they knew well for they have traded with them on some occasion. Nothing was left of Sem Etay except a small handful of people who miracuously survived the unforgiving onslaught. One survivor made their way into the village and carried the news of what they witnessed firsthand, and this only brought forth a terror unknown before to the villagers. A decision had to be made for the sake of all in the village, a decision that had to be made soon before this army could make its way to them.

It was finally decided for some of the villagers to go seek the aid of the Priestess. Will she be able to help them, and would they get there in time? As one group was dispatched to seek the Priestess of the Mountain, other villagers were sent to seek help from wherever they could find it, and others stayed and prepared for the inevitable battle. Only time will tell now for these are the days of the coming Dark War.

 

[Rhysis]

Many of the creatures that could be recognized amongst the armies came from the chaotic plane known as the Myst Realm. It was an ever-changing place that could haunt the minds of even the most skilled mental practicioners. If one was not aware of just how to adapt to the changes, it would soon drive anyone mad, and leave them wandering, lost forever, in the Myst. For these reasons, the total population of the realm was remarkably low. One family, however, had learned to thrive there by taking on the duty of guardianship. They kept the chaotic beings and essences that lived there from escaping into other realms and wreaking havoc, and they kept those select few who had experienced Myst and lived to return home, from coming back to attempt to destroy the haunting plane.

Dahor Starfyre, the only male offspring of the previous generation of guardians. His sisters, cousins and he had taken on the responsibilities his parents, aunts and uncles. For several years, things had gone well. But, now that unknown forces were raging throughout the realms, creatures of Myst had managed to escape. So they set out. All but one of the guardians mentally connected to the outlying realms to attempt to bring the creatures of Myst back to where they belonged.

On this day, Dahor was hunting the creatures that were stopping the messengers of the priestess. He moved silently, as the form he used was created out of enchanted mist while his true body remained in his home realm. He was cautious, knowing the creatures he sought knew enough about him to cause incredible chaos within the Myst Realm.

 

[Baka]

There comes a time in every man's life when he must decide his path. Will he be a hero, willing to give his life and sacrifice all for the good of humanity? Or, will he be a villain, unconcerned with the needs and hopes of others and concerned only with his own personal happiness? For Devrahm Natael that time was now. For most of his childhood Dev had been content to loaf about and cause trouble in his village. A few harmless pranks here and there along with a few missing items from the merchant’s shops. Yes, Devrahm was certainly not an upstanding member of the community, which is why it had surprised him when he’d been asked to travel with a group of his fellow villagers to see the priestess. Dev had done nothing but cause trouble for the village since his birth, but the people seemed to turn a blind eye to his dark deeds thanks to his mother. In truth, she was the one who had pushed for him to go.

“You’ve caused this village much trouble, Dev. I think it’s time you try and atone for it. It’s what your father would have done.” So cliché, Devrahm had thought. But the more he thought about it the more he realized it was true. His father had been an upright and honest man and, had he not been taken from the family early in his life due to sickness, would have given Devrahm a much deserved beating. And so it was that Devrahm now stood in his father’s room staring at the loose plank in the floor.

“ I’m no hero…,” Devrahm said as he kneeled down in front of the loose plank. Using the knife at his belt, Devrahm lifted the plank and reached down into the floor to remove a long wooden box. The box had been made with great care and the numerous carvings on it’s lid and sides spoke of great skill and patience; two traits Dev’s father had neglected to pass onto his son. Opening the box Devrahm looked down at his father’s old sword. It had held up nicely the past few years. There was nothing special about the sword, it was just something his father had bought long ago in the event that he needed to defend himself. Dev’s father had died without ever having to use the weapon and Dev hoped and prayed deep within his heart that he would be able to make that claim as well.

Reaching into the box Dev’s long fingers would wrap about the smooth leather sheath. Lifting the sword from the chest Devrahm removed a few inches of steel and stared at the sharpened, cold metal. “I’m no hero,” he repeated to himself “…but I’m certainly not a villain.”

After placing the chest back into the floor, Dev replaced the loose plank and rose to his feet. Pale blonde locks fell across his eyes as Devrahm made his way out of his father’s room and into the kitchen where his mother was preparing dinner.

Gripping the sword tightly Devrahm sighed. “I’ll go…but…I won’t like it.”

And so Dev’s choice had been made.

~*~

After two days away from home, Dev was beginning to regret his decision. His feet ached from walking and the image of the dead disciple would not leave his mind. Dev wasn’t a child but neither was he an adult. He still had a lot of life he wished to live and certainly didn’t wish to end up as that man had.

“Gods be damned,” Dev curse “this is ridiculous, we’re all doomed.”

(I posted not knowing whether or not this was an Open RP. If it isn't please forgive me, but I was quite intrigued by the idea and just had to post something. If my posts are unwanted then I will kindly back off. Thank you.)

 

[DarkScorpion]

{It's a fully open rp. Your post is most welcomed}

 

[Tifferzzz]

The Priestess of the Mountain...

That phrase would undoubtedly bring any person to think of a crazed woman that lived within a dark cave surrounded by bats and other night creatures, but this was not true. Many would think of an of an old lady with wrinkled skin who had been worn down through time. But this was not true either. She was neither crazy nor covered with wrinkles, nor did she bear the white hair that undoubtedly came with age. Rumors had elicited such traits to befit her. Rumors from children who had snuck through the woods and into the majesty of her palace in order to catch a glimpse of her, but never could. Only those who served her in her home were allowed to see her in all of her glory.

Her home...

A castle that had been carved out of the stone of the mountain over a thousand years before her arrival. The time for her presence there emerged only a hundred years ago. A great stone fortress had been created to glorify her for when she arrived, but such a palace was not needed, at least in her mind. She only required a mere room, and a small cot for a bed, but her assistants would not hear of such a thing. She would have been better created as a nun than as a priestess, for she required no gratitude, nor emblems of appreciation, nor statues, nor anything that would thank her for simply doing what she was created to do.

Her purpose for her presence on these plains was for one thing only; it was for the culmination of this exact moment in time. The time had arrived for the lands to be overwrought with vengeance, malice, hate and loathing. Trees would burn and nothing would be left but the remains of carcasses and the skeletons of the land. The hand of hell was slowly closing and crushing everything within it. She was the eyes that could see it, and the heart that could feel it. The moment that the sight offered her a glimpse to the up and coming, she waisted no time in sending a troop of riders to the village to heed a warning. In sending twelve, she knew that one would make it, and that one rider would find their fate at the door to the village. They would arrive to her gates but not without struggle, not without strife, and not without pain. Their journey would be welcomed and from there they would begin to learn, and begin to know that their destiny was set into motion. The warriors would begin to live their lives at that very moment and it would be something that they would not forget.

Of one certainty she could not forget: her own demise was going to occur regardless of what the warriors could change. Her own fate had been foretold by the heavens, but this would only occur in due time. For now, she would wait for them to arrive one by one. She would remain in this fortress of protection until the time came to reveal herself to them.

 

[Rhysis]

The Myst guardian searched about, though not with the eyes as it appeared. He had an affinity for beings of his realm. He would know their presence as they would know his. His gas-like body moved swiftly around, over and through obstacles, making no sound whatsoever as it did. As he came upon a paved road, he saw precisely what he had expected, a maalrah, standing on its three hind legs awaiting his arrival. The serpantine neck wrapped around a humanoid form, slowly siphoning magical energy out of the unconscious body. The maalrah looked at Dahor with a blank expression and eyes that would send an arctic chill down the spine of a lava elemental. It clicked out some aggressive message. Dahor didn't bother to take the time to translate. He simply held out his metal staff, the only thing on him which was solid in this world, and motioned for the beast to approach.

There was no need for further convincing. The maalrah dropped its would-be meal and charged Dahor. With expert timing, the guardian moved his staff to the side. The beast sailed directly through his un-solid form, and the staff was thrust behind him in a hurry. The maalrah screached as the base of its skull was penetrated with one of the bladed tips of the metal staff. A yellow smoke-like substance poured out of the wound, and the creature fell, dead.

"So much for returning you home. Never liked you energy-leaches, anyway." Dahor moved over to the limp form as the maalrah's body quickly faded, much like one would picture a vampire's body to disappear when struck by direct sunlight. He placed a portion of the cold metal against the human's body and they jerked awake. They looked at him in somewhat of a panic, but he simply moved his weapon away and held up a hand. "I will not harm you. The beast that attacked you is no more."

The mage looked around, confused. One moment they were in their study, the next, a magical sucking thing from another world was draining their power. A hand went to the mage's forehead, trying to make sense of what was happening. "Who are you?"

The guardian placed the end of the staff on the ground and bowed as much as he could before answering. "I am Dahor Starfyre, guardian of The Myst Realm. Your world has been invaded by creatures of all kinds, many of which hail from my plane. I have come to retrieve those which I am responsible for." He watched as the mage slowly nodded, then presented his own question. "Now it is your turn. Who are you?"

 

[Jamie]

The brown cloak covered his ebony armor, finely polished and kept neatly. His spear was clamped onto his back, it was his way of life. He was a warrior, he was a man who put his life on the line so that others didn’t have to. And now he was on this trip to see the priestess, along with the town trouble maker and a few others. Things were going awry very quickly, monster sightings were up.

“Remember men, stay on your toes. Anything could happen on this trek, and we don’t need to lose anyone. Let me be the point man, and make sure to have my back at all times.”.

It was true, Vorsoth did have the most battle experience. He walked up the path confidently, his eyes constantly looking for the smallest sign of trouble. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to this point, he could remember when he’d raised carnage in any small town he came into, where people were ripped limb from limb for saying one wrong thing to him. But having met the warm people of this town, showed him that his old way of life was no way to be. His ways had changed, and he was now what they called a guardian of the town, constantly protecting it from anyone who tried to make any sort of trouble.

 

[Baka]

Devrahm sighed as he slowly made his way down the road. He had not yet been forced to draw the sword at his side, which he was very thankful for. The young man had yet to recieve any instruction in how to use the weapon, so aside from the basic knowledge that "the pointy in goes in the bad guy" Devrahm knew nothing.

Crossing his arms, Dev watched the man in lead. Not much was known about Vorsoth and, in all honesty, Dev didn't care to know. The man was a warrior who was willing to lead them to the priestess, that's all Dev cared about and once he and the others got to the priestess she could tell them how to defeat the oncoming armies and Dev could go home.

Wiping sweat off of his brow Dev sighed as his long blonde locks fell back across his brow sticking to his forehead. For the most part Dev was left alone very few people felt like conversing with the town trouble maker. The fact that he was just as concerned about the village as they were seemed to be irrelevant.

Devrahm was unsure how much longer they still had to travel but he hoped it wouldn't be too much longer. He was growing tired of life on the road. Not for the first time, Devrahm began to regret having agreed to go on this journey. While, he understood the need to protect the village he didn't understand why he had to be one of the one's putting his life on the line. Making his way towards the front of the group Devrahm sighed. "Hey...how much longer until we reach the Priestess of the Mountain?" Devrahm asked Vorsoth who was taking the lead.