Guardian Corban Saezer of Ayenee

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A hooded man enters the thread, his weak gait threatening to collapse his legs beneath him like a house of cards. Sitting down in a chair, he rests upon his cane. His voice is a whisper, yet it carries in the still air:

"Visiting the Old Worlds is much like returning to villages after they have been raided. I walked through many town squares and was struck by how time seemed to have stopped in places. There was one burnt tavern that still kept its shape from years ago, its roof still at a 30-degree angle with the teddy bear leg pinned underneath the rafters."

He reaches into his pocket and takes out an origami cup. This was the fabled Everlasting Mug of Milktea. From its shallow depths arose a delicious sweet drink, tapioca pearls floating on its surface. With trembling hands he took a sip and sighed. "The final collapse of Ayenee.com into the ether brings some closure to her fate. It was then that I remembered a place even older, and came here."

With a flick of a gloved hand he flicked his hood back. Why, it wasn't an old man but a young one, his features virtually the same as the statues in the cathedral! The wars had not given him wrinkles. If anything, the years have only draped more ribbons on his tabard.

"It's been a while, friends. Come, have a drink with me..."
 
~raising a brow he appears behind Corban and claps him heartily on the back~ Welcome back you crazy Milk-tea drinking lunatic!
 
What a familiar name. Seems your face hasn't changed much either! *quickly puts on apropos avatar*

It's been several years since I've been here. I've graduated college, been working for several years, and recently closed on a house. Much of my successes and interests I credit to roleplay!

Seriously.

There is absolutely no way I would know this much about carbon if I wasn't using it to shishkabob my T1 foes; my ability to turn cover and recommendation letters into gold is due to the T1 and purple prose styles respectively; I am one of the rare men who have a larger color vocabulary than most women.

Aquamarine shoes? PFAH! I was using cerulean swords and robes of Rayleigh sky shattering blue before Facebook ever existed.

I consider it a high honor to have consorted and collaborated with you guys :3 Even if the party is at a low simmer, like WW2 veteran meetups, I carry it with me always.

What've you been up to?
 
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{Grins.} Welcome back Corban. The army of Elmiras still wait to get ahold of you and love you to death you chibi. {Grins.} Welcome back my friend. {Grins and fades, holding back the army of Elmiras waiting to pounce and love the chibi Corban to a bloody-death.}
 
Well I have been going to college to finish out my history degree so I can start teaching high school History. Work for me has been building/repairing computers for family, friends and friends of friends, as well as designing websites. Other than that though I am pretty much the same old bum I have always been.
 
Oi. I still exist, just more of a ghost of the past than anything anymore. Been working at the Steel Mill for about 3.5 years now. Systems Repair, some good money there. =)
 
Hello Corban and everybody else.

It is I... The immortal Varsinax.

I no longer torment the realm of Ayenee.

Rather I spend my time on Azeroth... in the World of Warcraft. I run a Level 25 Alliance guild named <Stormwind Defense> and a Level 25 Horde guild named <Darkfire Clan> both in the Moon Guard RP realm. Moon Guard is the most active, most populated of any WoW realm, so of course I must be there. Over 1500 players are under my command at any given time.

Needless to say, I miss Ayenee, but you know me... I always played the evil overlord. On Azeroth, I can truly rule the masses... AND THEY DO WHAT I TELL THEM. So many years I spent arguing with people in Ayenee, over the dumbest little things. No more. In Azeroth, people do my bidding and it makes for GREAT ROLE PLAY.

I loved Ayenee. Still do. I just hate how the OOC community was so full of people who were emo.
 
Welcome back Corbin, it truly made me smile to see your User ID when the homepage loaded. Brings back some of my best memories of online RP!
 
Hello, Corban.

I see the dead are rising once more.

Still packing that fullerene?

How's Ishtalle?

:p
 
A flash of lightning blinds the world beneath a fury of what will be represented. The light fades and soon Ayenee's cities regain collateral over the landscape. A man of lithe form and confident erect stature stands as a man of total encompass knowledge. His descended towering robe of evergreen smashing against the waves of the expelled energy: Thus sending ripples of cloth from his hidden sandaled feet to his pectoral yellow cross emblem chest( the Mark of Betrayal by the Ryuujin). The icon reaching down to his robe's burrowed cloth: hiding his feet and then some.

His amber light brown eyes staring right at Corban with a look of respect; yet, disapproval that the fact the man never once reached out to his calling of power. Dark brunette, chin length hair, whirls against his mid shoulder region as the auroral pull of cosmic synergy channels within him; therein, causing his entirety to alter to a transparent skin of etheric boundaries.

The fog of war was uplifted and smashed in the face of all interdimensional paradoxes of self. Everything was hidden beneath the clutches of the Summoner's buckling fists. Traversing realm form realm;he knew, Corban was out and about.
His eyes grew brighter like the glowing beacon of a god reborn. The peering pupils of fused amber peer into the depths of cataclysm that was his inner intentions.

Shields upon shields of multiversal guardianship shatter against his traverse of interplanar travel. Multicolor whirlwinds explode against his athletic form as the ripples of matter and space part. He flattens out his figure( like Superman flying through the skies) leaving the robe collapsing against his entire ghost like figure. Shimmering hues of multiversal consciousness explode waves of color incapable of perception. Rainbows, invisible to the eye of man, detonate with a coalescence of immortal understanding. Grasping and clawing at all forms of energy; all the while, the astral barriers smash against himself as he hurtled through the weaker realms.

"CORBAN....YOU'RE GOING TO EAT THE EMERGENCE OF WORLDS!!" His voice inconsiderately smashing all previous laws of physical limitations defined by man's law.

*Nexus* " Josh...This is Corban....Come on.....You've known him forever.......Are you serious?" The Summoner immediately stops in his flight through interdimensional travel. His dark chestnut hair whipping back in his face. His legs kicking out like a bike stand; all the meanwhile, expulsions of rippling green mana shatter across the inner plane field. (Green being life force: The chakra of fulcrum).

As the ripples dismiss; Josh looks up, his eye glaze back to a state of normalcy. The effects causing his brown hued eyes glaring throughout every growing depths of stars and exploded states of ever evolving creation.
<C>

He riptides his travels. The borders of interplanar worlds shatter. Letting loose the flood of all purgatory spirits. Traveling agony; representing by many human like faces, smash back and forth like horrid ghouls of limbo. Expressions eating away their misery as they slip in between the hither and there.

THE ASTRAL PLANE AS BEEN OPENED JUST FOR THIS ONE MAN!!! FEEL PRIVILEGED TO LIVE WITH THE SUMMONER, CORBAN!!!!!!!!" Her feminine voice orchestrating the demise of reincarnation. The continuation of the world halters against the flood of the despaired.

The forsaken and abysmal flourishing through the omniverse like a bleeding wound of a mortal enemy. Vengeful , misery stricken, angry and saddened souls plowing through all states of existence. Throwing their phantasmal arms with rejoice as they're finally released from their cages of spiritual redemption. Clawing away this realm and that phantom like city. Entire states of reality being raped by the claws of the damned. Crying souls leaving living flesh and bonded elementals murdered and dying as the mortal coil that supports all shrinks ever slightly.

Joshua merely stood still as the Nexus spoke. Which he tended to do, cause, if he didn't he would have been ate alive many years ago. He kneels down in the bleakness of interplanar crossroads. Waves of orange( body and mind), purple ( highest visible state of immortality and mortality : manifestations of god), yellow (assimilating entire experience / The Akashic Records) smash through the spectrum that he is...given forth by the Madonna of creation/ The Nexus. <E>
 
Psst Josh, Corban has not logged in here for about nine months. Not sure when he'll stop back by. You're more then welcome to wait though. He tends to show up once in awhile every so few months.

{Grins and fades.}
 
I'm gonna force you to fight me, Roger.

Trust me, Roger will respond to this. Roger just said the other day that Josh vs Corban would be great.
 
Ok then. I suggest then that you make your challenge in the General Freeform section, the Lobby is currently for OOC greetings and entrances. Thank you.
 
This is an epic post. Roger will respect it. If he won't get me back in Valucre...then he will fight this....

T-Virus....You remind me of Ron-Star...Ron loved that resident evil shit.
 
Well I'm not Ron-Star, but I am into Resident Evil and I have carried my licker's into successful rp campaigns.

On a side note just in case you were unable to read my previous posts, my suggestion is that you now direct your rp challenge to the General Freeform section. The Lobby is set for OOC greetings and introductions. Thank you.
 
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