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| RP Sample: Kintora knelt before the altar of the God of Darkness, Raku. He was here with a petition from the other necromancers in his clan. For several months, they had been attacked, and three of their number killed, by the villagers in the nearby town. They had chosen Kintora to present their request to the Dark Lord, as he was the most powerful of their number, even though he was the youngest. Their society was ordered by power, not age. What is it? came the hissing voice of the Dark Lord. “My lord, our clan has been attacked numerous times in the past months. There is nothing we can do, as the villagers attack solitary necromancers and leave no trace other than the body. But they overlook the fact that we are necromancers. We were—“ Enough foolishness. What do you want? “My lord, we wish for you to grant us more power. Power to destroy these fools.” More power? The power I have given you is not enough? Then you are the fools, not the villagers. I gave you more power than I have given to any of my followers, and with that you are still unable to defeat the villagers one on one? How pathetic, rumbled the voice. “My lord, they never attack one at a time. They swarm the necromancers, and that is how they manage to kill them. It is not our–“ Fault? Of course it is your fault. So if they can kill one, then none of you go anywhere without a ‘buddy’, so to speak. You are dismissed, weakling. “But my lord—“ DISMISSED. “Yes my lord.” Kintora stormed from the sanctuary, silently fuming. He had already attempted to institute a 'buddy system' in the clan, but no one stuck to it. He hated when the Dark Lord suggested things that he had already tried. He stormed by the attendants in the entrance hall and out the door. Slamming his staff into the ground, he uttered an incantation. His wolf, Iranil, materialised from the fog that was swirling around. "Come, Iranil," he growled, heading in the direction of the village. He couldn't take dragon form and fly, as he would be highly tempted to destroy the mortals that kept killing his clan. |
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| Ita dug her staff into the loosely compacted sand lining the Eastern Coast. The lupine used her free paw to hold her cloak closer as a cold gust of wind blew her way. She turned her head to observe the sea: a dark blue color, with white-capped waves splashing onto the shore. Just then, a tiny comet flew around Ita’s head at an amazing speed. The lupine’s eyes, the only thing that could be seen under the shadow casted by Ita’s cloak hood, expressed a great amount of frustration. “Rellik. I command you to stop.” Ita said, stopping her quite slow pace across the beach in order to discipline her minion. The comet slowed down and began to fly around about a yard away from Ita’s position. “You know that is something that annoys me so. Now, go off and see how close we are to the Sanctuary. Report back immediately.” The lupine commanded, weakly pointing in the relative direction of their destination. The ghost sped off to the Sanctuary, out of sight in seconds. Thirty seconds later, Rellik was back. ‘Saaanctuaryyy…clossse…’ it said to its owner. A small smirk appeared upon Ita’s maw and she began heading forward again. Finally, the Sanctuary of the Angels was in sight. Ita and Rellik stood atop a hill overlooking the area. Ita used her left hand, her free hand, and pulled down her hood. The pointed ears, long muzzle, and brown coloration of the lupine’s wolflike head were immediately revealed. Her red eyes were cloudy and full of wisdom, age, and experience. “So, my dear Rellik, do you think anyone has been violently killed here? I am sure some guards have, and maybe beings that have unsuccessfully launched an attack on the Sanctuary. Either way, there will certainly be at least one wandering spirit for us to capture.” Ita hypothesized as she took an overview of the Sanctuary. But just then, she noticed something. An attack. Ita wasn’t for or against what was happening at that moment. Looked like two people, most likely very powerful, wanted to attack the area for some reason. All the Lupine wanted to do here was collect a spirit and be on her way. She needed one that could fight, and was sure that a ghost like that would be here after this battle. For now, she stood. And watched. |
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Nox stepped gracefully into the lush grassy clearing. He shook his velvet deer neck to dispell a curious fly that was hovering over his head. The shapeshifter raised his nose to the air and took in his surroundings. The area seemed safe enough. Only the calls of various birds were heard and the exciting smells of the numerous grasses and plants that would make a fine meal. He kicked his legs to stretch them then chewed on a young sprout blossoming from the ground. He nibbled contently, all the while listening for any sign of danger. However, there was something his keen ears did not detect. Something under the shadowed bows of the forest, moved, detaching itself from the shadows. It was a jet black wolf that began padding towards Nox. There was something in its eyes that seemed odd and out of place. It was drooling and its fur was matted and tangled. Suddenly, it lept towards the shifter. Nox gasped as razor sharp teeth closed around his neck. He hadn't detected the wolf at all only a mere tremor in the air but he had dismissed it as the wind for it was so slight. The wolf moved its head down, Nox's neck still clenched in his jaws and forced the deer to collaspe to the ground. Nox let out a grunt of pain and tried to kick at his assailent but he was in too much agony for him to move. If he tried to shift into something larger, his neck would be ripped off and if he tried to shift into something smaller, he would merely fall into the wolf's mouth. The wolf was slowley applying pressure to his bite. Nox knew that this was no ordinary creature. Any normal wolf would kill its prey as quick as possible instead of drawing out the process. Then the wolf took its paw and began to scatch Nox until it drew blood. Then, between the agony, the shifter relized the wolf was either insane, or a demon. He began to feel weaker and breathing was becoming difficult. He was on the edge of awarness and about to laspe into unconsiousness. |
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| "I thank-eth thee," Caralan replied, bowing slightly to the dragon. "But I must be off, I have traveled very far and I wish to see the gardens for which this town is famous." and with that he left. ===== Walking into the temple gardens is like stepping into another world. The busy sounds of the town are instendly blocked out. The gardens were cool and peaceful. The tiniest breeze flowed through the trees and rippled the water's edge in the fountain. The spring flowers were out and the trees in bloom, sending their smells into the air where they mixed to create intoxicating aromas. Caralan breathed deeply, appreciating each and ever scent. Passing his favourite flower of them all, he carefully picked it and carried it with him as he went, the gravel crushing under his feet. A bird flew in and landed upon the branch of one of the many trees. It sang its song as it watched the man below approach the fountain. The fountain was small but proud; the waters only rippling from the wind for the drops fell so perfectly they were absorbed seamlessly. Kneeling Caralan read the inscription at the base of the pool: "for the final time He dipped His finger into the pool of life and created the D'narii." opening his hand he looked at the golden piece. He turned it over and studied the picture: a great smiling dragon flying across the sun; Amev. He grinned, how lucky they were to have the dragon flying from town to town showering money over all. He flicked the coin into the water where it sank rapidly to the bottom and rested there. Suddenly two bright yellow orbs appeared near to the coin. Leaning closer, Caralan saw the orbs where the eyes of a creature. Its long thin body was curled around the centre piece. Its shiny blue skin barely visible through the water. At first glance it looked like a snake with a row of backwards pointing spines. But as it opened its mouth Caralan saw it had three 'lips' each lined with an array of very sharp teeth. The creature’s eyes turned to look at him. Suddenly it sprang up out of the water and bit into Caralan's neck. Caralan was thrown backwards and sank to his knees, his hands around his neck. The creature's tail whipped side to side ferociously as it dug deeper into Caralan's throat. His vision started to cloud over as he struggled for breath; the last noise he heard was the sound of his own spine being broken in two as he fell face first into the dirt. ===== Caralan lay with his eyes closed even though he was awake. As he slowly become more conscious he realised he was lying in mud. Caralan pushed himself into a sitting position and wiped his face clean. Looking up he saw the clouds had just started to gather. He scanned the skies for the sun and saw it was sitting on the distant horizon, ready to plunge the world into night. Caralan stood up and lost his balance. Propping himself up on a nearby tress he steadied himself. He felt like he'd been knocked out but couldn’t remember anything. He rubbed his neck, what had I been doing? As the rain started the heavy Caralan decided he'd best find shelter and ran out of the gardens, pulling his hood up. As he turned down a side street the sound of thunder boomed throughout Ashatol. Those who were outside had already found shelter, save Caralan whose clothes were quickly becoming sodden. |