Discussion in 'Forum-Only Games' started by Dr. Manhattan, Apr 15, 2008.
Here you are my friends. Torturous Flame chooses the location. Storm Wolf has the first post.
When I first saw this I was like, "huh, what's this?" Then I realised we are at war.
Mmmmmmkay, I'll make this brief. TF, you are good at this, so I will expect something good from you, girl. Don't go letting me down, and best of luck to ya.
good luck to you to. Sorry about inactivness, last debate tounry is this weekend and my computer keeps acting up. Hm... starting zone can be a clearing in the forest near SOB. ^_^. I'm getting rusty, time to get that right brain working.
I'm assuming you'll be using Gale?
Hm.... *thinks* I'm not sure but probly.
Well I need to know, unless ALL of your characters are girls, I'll need a definite choice.
all girls but two ^_^ and i wont use him. I'm sure you're character doesn't wanan be accidentally turned into a werewolf. But Gale probly.
Mmmkay then, here's what I have done. Just a short sharp intro because I really don't feel the need to excel myself with this. Call it cockiness if you will, but I don't want to commit my best work until I feel the need to. Once again, good luck TF, and let the battle commense!
Zain crossed the unfamiliar waters to a location given to him by Elena, someone of a different realm that he grew fond of years ago. If Zain were to test his skills against his uncle Jaiden, he would have to encounter, and defeat, an opponent in this part of the unseen world. She had created a spiritual rift so that he could pass into this realm, via something of a dream-like state. The only shred of detail Zain could remember was that of Elena talking of a talented young individual. Elena also asked him not to let their appearance fool him into thinking this person as a worthy contest. She did not tell him who it was or what his opponent looked like, but stated that she would arrive by his side when the time came.
Rowing comfortably in a dinky old rowboat, it was not long before an island came into sight. Assuming that this was the right direction, Zain paddled faster. Soon he had reached the shore only to meet a large forest. Throwing the paddles down in a huff, Zain called out to Elena. “I hope you don’t expect me to trek for two days in a forest again.” He shouted in revulsion, a sweet giggle filling his ears in response. Suddenly Elena grew clearer to the eye in front of the small boat, still giggling away. “No, you are almost there actually.” She answered with a reassuring smile and placing a hand upon Zain’s shoulder. “You will find a clearing up ahead, trust me, it isn’t far from here.” She added.
Rolling his eyes, Zain headed back to the boat to pick up Falcon Talon, a falchion handed to him by the one man whom he now seeks to annihilate. With his weapon held snugly with the sheath tightly clasped to his side, Zain wandered into the forest waving goodbye to Elena. After an hour of walking in the forest, Zain began to tire from boredom. ‘Surely by now I should have found this clearing she spoke of.’ Zain wondered, until he reached a small gap in the forest, much like the opening of a trail. With a grin, Zain set off hurriedly and before long found what he had been looking for.
The clearing was very large indeed, with a small lake glistening to one side. The rest of the clearing was a wondrous glade filled with lush grass and pretty flowers. Such a sight made Zain think of how pitiful it would be to spoil the scenery with brutality and bloodshed. However, thinking of the bigger picture back in the Illuyad he knew, there was no other viable option.
Zain scanned the area looking for his foe, and came across a figure sitting by the lake. The figure sat with their legs to one side, waving a hand around across the surface of the water. The figure wore a dark robe, with the hood slung loosely over his or her head. Zain quickly assumed the figure was that of a girl, evident by a long lock of hair that fell from the hood. ‘I am to fight with her?’ Zain thought amusingly, but retracted the question just in case it was not a woman, or that she was a capable foe. The girl seemed to be relaxing here, and though Zain felt a certain desire to engage warfare, he did not forget his manners.
“Excuse me!” Zain shouted politely, alerting the figure of his presence.
Of course she had received the challenge.
Exactly twenty four hours ago she had received a message that she was to meet a man, meeting the description of the one now before her, to fight. Nightingale Ann Diabolus was not one to ignore a challenge. She had chosen to not tell the others about it, but , rather unfortunately, she couldn’t keep anything from Silvio. She had just made it into the forest when he had arrived to attempt to stop her. “You know I won’t let you go alone” He had said, a stubborn tone in his voice. Gale had laughed softly, turning toward the silver haired boy standing behind her. “And you know I can’t let you help me” She had retorted.
The dragon snorted, shaking his head in a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
“You’re too noble for your own good Gale, you need to fight dirty once in a while” He had said. Gale smirked, knowing that he was just as opposed to foul play as she. All Silvio cared about was her safety. “I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse” She had said, putting her hand on his shoulder. Silvio sighed but seemed to agree reluctantly. “Promise you’ll come back?” He said, almost childishly “Promise” She replied, smiling warmly at her partner.
She turned, heading into the forest. Gale pulled up the hood of the cloak she was wearing, incase anyone saw her in here. Her hair fell around her face and over one eye, but she didn’t seem to notice. One small hand rested on the sheath of a longer-than-usual, silver, elven broadsword with a sky blue hilt(On her right hand was a silver, almost tattoo-like, image of a dragon’s head, it’s body spiraling up into her sleeve, the wings stretching over her chest, and the very tip of it’s tail resting on her collarbone. Gale, although knowing for a fact that no one was within twenty feet of her, watched her surroundings warily. A mental map of the forest, created via a bird’s eye view of it supplied by Silvio, guided her. It was a pity she was going to cause bloodshed on the meadow she was heading to, it was one of her favorite places at SoB. Dear god, Cedric would kill her if anything happened to the damn trees. But the idiot egotistical druid would simply have to get over it; Noel, however, would be a bit of a problem. The witch was just as fond of nature as Cedric was. Gale arrived at the meadow and sat down near the edge of the lake to wait.
Which brings us back to the present. Gale had known about him ever since he had entered. She stood, her hood falling off. She shook her hair out of her face, revealing a long scar, running from her temple, through her left eye, to her chin. She smiled, revealing almost vampire-like fangs; a trademark of a dark angel. “I assume you’re the one who challenged me?” She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly. “I was just told to come here and fight someone” The man said. Gale shrugged “The name’s Nightingale by the way, if you survive you’re allowed to call me Gale.” She said, smiling at him. “You can start whenever you feel like it.” She said, unsheathing her sword. “And please don’t hurt to many trees, I’ll be in huge trouble with a witch and a druid if you do” She added as an afterthought.
ooc: There, took me an hour bit I did it ^_^
This was propelled by the which game is harder. Most drivers need to bear a few hours in an auto, and that must be in a few ways extreme.
I say F1, in light of the fact that in the not so distant future there is no footing control, they don't have force anything, if memory serves me effectively Lemans, Rolex, and DTM have some type of force guiding. So essentially F1 drivers need to mistreat those autos for about what 2-3 hours.
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