World Of Darjis Roleplay!!!!

[Elenai]

OOC: He was eaten....

I'll see what I can do...he was old to begin with of course...He was old when he attacked the kingdom. Probably a few hundred years near his death (well within the timeline) and simply wanted a last bit of glory, or a few priceless artifacts, and tomes, for his horde.

 

[Gath_Stormer]

OOC: ok then I guess its ok, Ok lets get going again with this rp.

 

[mato]

The undead clashed against the cowardly humans, killing their first lines in a matter of seconds, but then something strange happened three human heroes came out of nowhere and slew numerous undead. Bal'Zamon swinging the malice of Vergus, obliterated the humans, and for each live he would take one of his dead warriors would rise. A second lightning bolt came from the sky, followed by an undead necromancer on a black dragon, the Dragon rider calshed against a tower, obliterating it with such easy it seemed like the tower was made of sand.
Four more Dragon Riders came down from the darkened sky, and went for the city gates....

 

[DarkKnight]

Kamir, once again between the undead, walked to the undead where the blue light came from for a moment, they were just standing there, looking around, confused, Kamir casted a spell on them, and they disapeared, it were only ten though, so no great loss was lead by the Undead army.

Far under the ground, in some sort of a cave, Kamir came walking out of a crystal wich was in that cave, together with the undead, who were still totally confused, Kamir began talking "Good day to you" the skeletons focused their attention on Kamir "Do you know who you are?"
As a answer to that question, one of the undead started to speak "Yes, I'm Calthas, but what am I doing here, with these undead?" "Well, before saying anything about them, look at yourself..." the undead named Calthas looked at his hands and his body and said "God be damned, I'm one myself!? How could this happen?" "Well, You've been brought back to life, as a mindless zombie, by somekind of a necromancer, their intent was to use you for a massive army, as you might've seen, and then let you be killed by some humans, elves and other races in a battle to capture a city, well, I've placed a little advice that uses both technology and magic to retrieve your brain and use it for you to live longer" "So you are saying that I can live forth like this forever?" "Well, not forever, that divice has a limit, it's energy will run out in one week, so I'm going to bring you all to the place were these machines are made"
"What!? only one week?" "Yes, it's still a young device, but you all have to come with me, will you?"
Every body murmled something like, Yes, or Okay.
"Good, now, let me give you some robes so that you wont be killed by a paladin on the road to there."
Kamir gave normal brown robes to all the skeletons and then walked outside of the cave, followed by the undead, and they began their journey to this place Kamir was talking about.

OOC: Yup, I have tagged your minions, and made them sentient ^^

 

[Elenai]

OOC: GASP! Technology of sentience for the undead!...The Flying Kingdom must plumb these secrets...

IC: Elenai watched as elven scholars catalogued, and sorted hundreds of scrolls...and Elven Engineers, magically carved the mountain cavern into a smooth and elven library, and sealed its front with a great castle...and a mighty gate.

Elenai then commanded a special group of scholars.."Find anything that is reminicent to the Lance of Thyrenai, or any lore pertaining to it."

 

[Gath_Stormer]

Siriana made her way to the former dragon cave with an assortment of teleportation spells she did not see what she expected she saw many elfs but not her kind but censestrial elves she had only seen a few in her life but they were building. "A castle and a gate, damn it now I will never get to that lance" she sit down in the distance thinking of a plan.

 

[Elenai]

OOC: Wow...she certainly got up to the side of that really high mountain awefully quickly...no Epic entrence?

 

[Gath_Stormer]

OOC: it would take a while to build something like that even with your epic magicness things and she used teleportation as many times as she could.

 

[Elenai]

OOC: I see...Oh, they are also still building it...it should take about three days minimum of constant magical engineering.

 

[Gath_Stormer]

OOC: ok

IC: Siriana watched as the gate and castle slowly took shape still thinking of a plan.

 

[Elenai]

OOC: Can I capture you?

 

[Gath_Stormer]

OOC: I guess so

 

[DarkKnight]

OOC: Why do you think a race would want you even more powerfull Elenai? ^^

 

[mato]

The townsolk ran screaming, as their houses were razed by the dragon riders. The undead army was making progress slowly but surely. Bal'Zamon recited "Niger Extraho" and his dark steed slowly shapeshifted into a dragon...

 

[Elenai]

OOC: I see...so the Kianor would be a next possible war target.

Magic tech .vs. ....other...tech.

IC: Elenai was busy overseeing the catalogues, and building preparations...When he heard, "SIEZE HER!"

Elenai turned his head to see robed guardsmen...carrying spears...clad in silver armour and high helms sieze an elven female...They had here in chains of aer and forced her into submission with a spell of coma.

Who was this female? Wondered Elenai...Why is she here?...

 

[Gath_Stormer]

Siriana slowly drifted into unconsiousness as she saw him a very young man not over 19 clad in general's armor she smiled a little and became unconsious.

 

[Steel_Stallion]

IC: The humans soon realized their biggest mistake that battle. The lancers are useless, what they hoped to have kept the enemy at bay from a distance as only aggrivating them. After all, a poking lance doesnt do much against Bone and Rotting flesh. They were pulled back after a command from the General, and the swordsman were brought in.


Cornillius would have done things differently. He was in much harder situations than that. But right now, he was facing a large ferocious bear, so none of that mattered.

He analyzed his options. This was the way Cornillius fights and makes decisions, his mind begins to think so quickly, everything and time itsself seems to slow down, although it doesnt. There was a road, no doubt caused by horses constantly travelling across that path, down the hill. He had to get to the road, roads represent trade routes. Trade routes lead to towns.

A town, sanctuary. But how would he get there. After a quick think, he realized his 3 options. He could either make a run for it, and hope a patrolling guard finds him on the road. He could fall and lay lifeless, hoping the bear will lose interest in an in-active prey. Or he could face it, and try to get it with one stab.

In his current condition, and even if he was healthy, he couldnt out run this bear, so the sprint was out of the option. And this particular bear doesnt seem to care about his prey, he just looked awfully hungry.

It wasnt easy, but he soon understood that if he was to survive he needs to face off the bear. His odds were slim, he was wounded, tired, starving, and armed with nothing but a short sword.

He un-sheathed it with his left hand, his right covering his wound and staggered to his feet.

The bear lunged at him, he quickly pointed his arm outwards, impaling the bear in the throat as it lunged. It, how ever, also had an effect, gashing a giant wound in his right side of his face. He fell down screaming in pain, but the bear fell down lifeless, with a large hole in its throad from the sword.

He couldnt feel the entire right side of his face, he was blind in his right eye, but he couldnt stop now, if he did, he wouldnt wake up again. This was his chance, he needs to reach the town in one final stagger.

Cornillius fumbled down the hill, crawled for a small time, and then started limping/running/walking down the road. He could see smoke, from far, he was nearing the town. Genervo could hear the noise of the civillians, people bartering, trading, wooing females. It was a sound much pleasing as it reminded him of home. Although, he didnt get to see it.


As he collapsed half way down the road.

 

[DarkKnight]

OOC: Poor poor soul, Lets hope for him that there comes a nice guard, and not one that will just kick him off the road ^^.

 

[mato]

Bal'Zamon took of into the air, riding his black dragon towards the city War Room..

 

[Steel_Stallion]

OOC: Erm, he cant just fly into the city, he gets shotdown from the sky, there walls havent been breached, niether have all the towers, theres many gunmen and archers. So right now hes getting pumbled with hundreds of arrows and bullets (They have a mixed tech of old and new). The battle is FAR from over, infact the humans are holding out well enough so far (well, atleast the gates havent been breached yet.)

 

[Elenai]

OOC: And not too mention that this city must be besieged for at least a few weeks...I havent gotten any action yet. And besides...Certainly this city being a major power in the human world, and surely this city would have great Paladins, priests, mages, and ect...You would'nt be able to breech it so quickly...And not too mention that the city has been attacked twice by Malastar before you...and they didnt succeed against the gates, the guns, THE Cannons (they certainly have primitive steam based artillary as well).

Elenai walked into the guard room...The Mage Guards stood ready...and the elf was bound in enchanted mythril chains....

"Who are you? And what do you seek?" Elenai calmly said....

 

[mato]

The undead clashed against the cowardly humans, killing their first lines in a matter of seconds, but then something strange happened three human heroes came out of nowhere and slew numerous undead. Bal'Zamon swinging the malice of Vergus, obliterated the humans, and for each live he would take one of his dead warriors would rise. A second lightning bolt came from the sky, followed by an undead necromancer on a black dragon, the Dragon rider calshed against a tower, obliterating it with such ease it seemed like the tower was made of sand.
Four more Dragon Riders came down from the darkened sky, and went for the city gates....

OOC:But the gunmen are occupied with the other dragon riders. And im not planning on actually breching it atm

 

[Elenai]

OOC: Its ok...if things become too easy...I will send some help.

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"who are you elf do you know who you are dealing with get these damn chains off me"

 

[Elenai]

IC: "Not until you have answered our questions, and have proven yourself to be....less of an escapist"

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"then ask them"

 

[Elenai]

"Who are you? And what do you seek here with'in Libriel Tiran? Why do you intrude upon Celestial Elf lands? And who do you serve?"

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"simple anof, My name is Ex General Siriana Summer, Ex Golden Sun Council member, Ex Representative from the Sun Elves to The Silverstar Council. I seek the great fabled Lance of Thyrenai. Concitering this has only been in your pocession for a few hours and still concitered part of the human nation of Haligroth(sorry if not spelled right) and not yours I am not in celestial elven lands. And I serve no one since being exiled from my home and cast out to rot in these damn lands" Siriana smiled "is that anof information"

 

[Elenai]

IC:"Wow.....thats...odd. And so you seek the Lance why?"

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"I guess you could say im a collector"

 

[Elenai]

IC: "You might be a collector...But we require the Lance for a holy purpose...We must defeat Malastar, lest the undead remove the human buffer that stands between Malastar, and Era-Etheriel (the Flying city)."

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"then why havent you found it yet" her sword started to shine she stared at it breathing hard hoping they would not notice.

 

[DarkKnight]

After traveling for a long time, Kamir stopped, "Here it is" he said, "Where, I can't see anything exept trees and this little pond here." "Well, it's becouse the pond is the entrance." Kamir put his hand in a hole in one of the trees next to him, turned his arm, and the lake suddenly dried up, and a ladder came up, Kamir walked to it and got down on it, the skeletons followed, atleast what was left of them, on their journey, some had been picked off by wolves, some of the devices suddenly failed and they became back to their old state of undeadness, and Kamir and the remaining skeletons had to kill them, this way, there were only two skeletons left, Calthas and Lupin, As they got down, they entered a hallway, filled with crystals, They walked further into it, coming to a large crystal gate, Kamir climbed up on it a bit, knocked on the door, and a hatch opened showing the head of a crystal being, a Kianor, "I'm here with the undead." the door opened and behind it was a magnificent city, totally build out of crystals, everywere things moving "Welcome to Djanai, or as I like to call it, the itmen taoul. wich stands for Light city." It was indeed a very light city, but nowere were any light sources
"The wonderfull thing about this city is, that there is only one light source in this whole city, that light is split and guided trough the whole city, not even a single spot is dark in this city. Come, we need to go to the precision worker." Kamir walked on, while being followed by the undead, they entered one of the crystal buildings, were a kianor was working on such simular divices as the undead had in their heads, the kianor made a beautifull sound, and kamir said "Ah, That's great, Give them, then I shall replace them." the kianor gave the divices to Kamir Kamir then said "Here, stand still while I replace these divices"
Kamir pulled out the old one and immediatly placed in the new one, he then casted a spell on him, and the divice began to work, he did this to the other one two and he then said "You will have to stay here, in this city, this divice can last up to two weaks, but check in with this Kianor once every week, unleas he says it can be longer, here are two translators, so you can understand what their saying, good luck, I'm going to visit an old friend of mine, bye." and he left, heading out of the city and flying straight for the place he left some time ago, (meaning the cave he was trained by the cat ^^)

 

[Steel_Stallion]

OOC: What was the point of all that trouble 2 save two skeletons for two weeks...

 

[Elenai]

OOC: The trouble is, that they have discovered a possible weapon for Undead sentience...Thus if it can be made into a weapon, instead of a device...Malastar is in trouble. And also the Celestial elves would have a competitor. Not only are the Kianor technologically advanced with the use of crystals, but their level of achievments are equal to that of the Celestial Elves, who use magic technology.

A war is on the horizon...and that is one reason we must keep Hegroth alive. We need the human buffer, against an undead foe. And a future power.

Not too mention that we would attempt to secure Kianorian artifacts in our possession (we usually do that with artifacts, and lore) And study them to create our own.

IC: "We have not found it yet Sun Elf...because it isnt here. We found an artifact that mimics the Light of Etheriel, that issues from it...that is why our swords are shining...Speaking of which...Where did you manage to get an Astral Blade? Each of the seven hundred blades should be in Celestial possesion. We are missing several."

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"The Astralblade has been passed down in my family for years since the sun elves and censestrial elfs made peace a few had been given as a symbol of the peace treaty. Ten were given each to each of the leading members of The Golden Sun Council two are left one I have the other the Grand One has(Grand One is what the Sun Elves call there *leader* kind of like King or Emporer or president). The others were misplaced or stolen."

 

[Elenai]

OOC: Ok I see.

IC: "I see...It was long ago when we made peace with the Sun Elves of Degro...why are you here in Ashen?"

 

[Steel_Stallion]

IC: The walls have ears... the roofs, the sky, the trees, the earth. They all watch me. They laugh as i struggle. Insanity is upon me, but there isnt much i can do butt expect it. Red rivers flow and block the passage.

Cornillius was in a state of confusion, he was on the ground, his body was dead, but his mind was alive. It was thinking, taking everything into notice, his eyes were closed but he could see everything. The trees shed their leaves, his blood pool was slowly excevating a small stream and seeping into a small ditch.

"You are a fool." A figure approached him. He could suddenly stand, he could suddenly breath, he stared at the figure, and then at the floor.

His body was still there. "Am i dead?" He thought, but he actually said it aloud. "Not as i would have hoped you to be." Cornillius looks up, the figure is un-clear, he could not tell who it was, it looked like a ghost, thats all that mattered to him. "Vile spirit." "No, far from it. I could be a spirit, or i could be a hallucination caused by fractures in your skull and the loss of blood to your mind. You always like the more logical solutions dont you?"

Genervo looked around, he was standing on his on body, but he could not move his feet, "What is happening?" "That is irrelvant. It is what should be happening. Your bretheran are fighting a war they cannot w-" "They are all traitors, you need not mention them."

"Ah, but it is YOU that betrayed THEM." "You are as foolish as they are if you believe so" The spirit seemed to laugh, although it was a strange laugh. "Are you sure it was them? The actions of one man does not influence the will of another. It is your king that betrayed you. And you, blindlessly bind to your beliefs, betrayed your people."

Cornillius looked confused again. "What do you mean MY people?" "This is why every Genervo had never become anything more than a legacy. A dying legacy of great minds, put to fowl use." "And who are you to carry such foul thoughts of my name?" "My name is irrelavant, who i am is irrelavant, the important thing is that you understand." Cornillius looked around "Understand what? That i am to die here." "No, you will not die. Cornillius shall live, but Genervo shall not."

"What does that mean?" "It means that your legacy is at its end, unless you understand you are more than a strategist..." Cornillius raised an eyebrow. "What am i then? A fighter?"


"No, a leader."


The spirit vanished, and in an instant, he himself vanished, and became the body he was standing on once more. Of course, he was still too weak to move, his body was dead. His mind...



His mind was stronger than it ever was.

OOC: No hes not dead, its a cool way to say hes unconsious. Its kinda funny how my plots work. I make them as i type. Infact i made that whole thing up while i was typing, i made Hegroths plot up while i was typing, i made Cornillius' character while i was typing.

Yep, nothing i do is planned so you cant expect SHIT

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"I was exiled because of my foolish actions I cost the lifes of most of my army just because I believed it possible to gain a foothold in blood orc lands."

 

[Elenai]

IC: "I see...And so you are now banished..Here?!"

 

[mato]

A hail of missiles flew towards bal'zamon, he barely managed to get out in one piece, and his dragon's wing was badly wounded. He lost control and crashed into the middle of the fray ...

 

[Gath_Stormer]

"yes I am banished here"

 

[Elenai]

IC: "Well then...You shall serve us as another archeaologist then if you wish...You will help us find the lance..we will pay you, feed you, shelter you, and even greater rewards if you are loyal."

 

[Gath_Stormer]

Siriana glared "I do not wish to serve you but I guess under my circumstances I must"

 

[Elenai]

IC: "Excellent....you may start by helping my scholars archive the lore...The chains will be removed...but the shackles will remain for a temporary time."

It was then that Elenai thought...She will be useful, but she must not get the lance...We need it much more than she.

 

[Gath_Stormer]

Siriana stood up walking over to the scholars slowly because of the shackles. She began to work.

 

[Elenai]

IC: As Elenai oversaw the work...his thoughts began to drift away...he was beginning to wonder, where on the face of this gloomy war-ridden world was Shana....

 

[Gath_Stormer]

Siriana's temper rose quickly "god damn it could this take any longer" she stood up and stared at the books and scrolls her eyes grew yellow and began to scan the books tomes and scrolls with incredable speed and with a wave of her hand the flew into the shelves. "there your damn tomes are organized"

 

[Elenai]

IC: Elenai quickly snapped out of his visions of the wood elf..."Organized...but not read. The art of archaeology is not mere organizing..you being a collector, should take time to study the lore you collect. Do you understand what I mean?"

 

[Gath_Stormer]

IC: She begin to laugh a little "I read every detail in every book, tome, and scroll. You must not be aware of the Summer bloodline."

OOC: heres something someone came up a while back dont know who about what she is talking about.
Clan (Bloodline) Magic: As long ago as when life itself was the only thing in the world considered to be old, there existed clans that were completely devoted to a single purpose, and with that purpose many powerful techniques. As successive generations of a clan devote themselves to the same magical techniques, it is possible for the magical techniques to become a part of that clan's auras.

While only powerful spells or techniques may become part of a clan's blood right, novel ways of casting weaker spells have been known to belong to some clans' bloodline magic. Extreme proficiency at certain types of magic can also be passed down.