Joined: Aug 2004 Gender: Male Posts: 20 Location: Here and There
Welcome-9/1 « Thread Started on Sept 1, 2004, 7:10pm »
Welcome to Chaos Wars. I am the admin, Isato. Right now I need Guardians and God/desses for each of the Temples down there. Also I need Mods, G Mods, and RP Mentors.
I also need someone to help me with GFX, and Gradients, I have no idea how to do the Gradients...
Hey, well.. I'm willing to help fill any of those positions, all you gotta do is ask me! Maybe as a Guardian, God or one of those RP Mentor dudes.. Anyways, I'm willing to do the job!
Hey.. Again, Well, I have decided to go for the God of... Balance I think, for now, if no one wants to be the God of other temples then I'll gladly take up more, just ask. Also I wouldn't mind being an RP Metor I suppose, makes me sound all important..
God: Name: Is this my name or the God's name? If it's the God's name I'll make one up later.. Temple: Balance. Sample: Well, I'll just the first page of a 4 page post I done ^_^
The forest was relatively dark, some light filtering through the thick canopy over head, casting shadows of the thick tree trunks this way and that. He leaned his back up against on of those thick trunks as he caught his breathe while waiting for Trisine to catch up. When she reach him she was panting, sweat running down her face in small trickles “I think we lost them..” Nicolaus nodded slightly, pushing a finger up to his lips to signal her ot be quiet, just in case they were not as far from danger as she thought. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” He waited for her slight nod before going on “Remember, if Cotillion or Shadowthrone finds out we are there and what we are up to then we are in for a big fight, one we will most likely not survive…” Battling an Ascendent wasn’t something very smart after all. “That also goes for if the Hounds Of Shadow find us, one or two I could handle but not all seven of them! So, just in there, we get the sword and get the hell out!” He stepped a little bit closer, his voice going softer now “And if I fall… Just run, get away as fast as you can..” Trisine nodded, a few tears coming to her eyes but she held them back, no use going soft now. Nicolaus turned away from her and opened himself up to his Meanas Warren, the Warren of Shadow. With the wave of his hand and a small concentration of power he opened up a portal into the Shadow Warren, domain of Ammanas, also known as Shadowthrone. “I’ll go through first, just in case there is some sort of danger where I have opened it..” Without waiting for an answer he stepped through the portal. His whole environment just changed all of a sudden, there was no light in the Shadow Warren, no darkness either, rather it was in between the two, shadow consumed all the surroundings. His vision didn’t take long to adjust, he had been here enough times to get used to the strange half darkness. Shifting down into a crouch he scanned the area around the portal, everything looked safe, no sign of danger. Trisine came through the portal a few moments after him, moving down into a crouch beside him. “Which way now?” The voice was only a small whisper in he emotionless voice up against his ear, her warm breathe sending a strange shiver up his spine, causing him to twitch slightly. Trisine was like that, always showing no emotion in her tone, on her face or in her eyes, her mind and soul were completely at rest, something that took years of meditation to achieve, something that was very important to his plan. Reaching out a hand, Nicolaus pointed in the direction just in front them “We go that way for a few minutes, then there is a castle… That is where we will find the sword, and Shadowthrone and Cotillion…” He didn’t need to stress those two names, Trisine already knew how dangerous they could be. “What is this sword anyway? How will it be able to actually help us in getting through the Chaos Warrens?” Nicolaus had been very vague about specific details, he only really gave her an overview of what they were doing, he did choose to keep somethings to himself, things that would only worry her if she found out about them. “The sword is called Chance, it belonged to a young Malazan Captain. As the name hints towards the sword was blessed by the Ascendent Oponn, the twin jesters of chance. We need it because the only way we can follow the path of the Chaos Gods is to get through the Chaos Warrens, and that is one place we don’t want to mess with. The point of having the sword is because to unlock the door at the other end we are going to need the strength of an Ascendent, or better yet two, and who better then Oponn? I think I may be able to pull Oponn into the Chaos Warrens with the sword, that is what Shadowthrone has been trying to do.. Let us just hope he hasn’t succeded.”
Sorry if it was tooo big..
RP Metor: Name: Cody.. Well, that's my name. Age: I would be 15 years of age at this moment. e-mail: velhugion@hotmail.com RP Sample: Just look at the one above..
Just remember my offer of playing more God's, I think it would be cool =D Or I could play a Guardian I suppose.. Hmm, what is a guardian anyways? Just like.. A warrior type person? Anyways, hope I get the position!
First of all, sorry about the double post. Now, if no one comes forward and decides to take the position could I be God of Darkness as well? Because.. People need to play these parts and I'm like heaps good and stuff =D My samples and stuff is further up.. Lol, just take it into consideration ^_^
Yeah, it is a bit messed, but.. I'm slowly taking over power =D Nah, I just want different views to RP on, and since no one is playing the God's than I thought "Why don't I do it? I'm all good and stuff.." So, let me be it!
Re: Welcome-9/1 « Reply #9 on Oct 4, 2004, 11:59am »
Name: Drask Temple You Want to Be God/dess of: Darkness if you approve Sample RP:
Drask surveyed the well equipped army before him. Sunlight reflected off the polished surfaces of breastplate and helms. With nothing more than a smile Drask gave the order for his troops to begin the slaughter. The killing began almost immedietly. As blood begin to flow, Drask began to feel the power growing inside him. So much blood, so much power; somewhere in the remnants of the village lay an artifact that would allow him to maintain the level of power that killing those few thousand peasants had given him.
When the slaughter ended the army was immedietly put to work searching the ruins for any sign of the blood staff. Day turned to night and still there was no sighn of the cursed staff. With a horrific cry Drask ordered his general brought before him. The general approached, knees shaking uncontrollobly.
"How may I serve you my lord?"
Drask angered by the general offered him no chance to plead for his pathetic life. With one deft movement the man's head was seperated from his shoulders. "You may serve me by your death."
The general's corpse lay bleeding on the crumbled masonry as a messenger ran to tell Drask the news. "The staff was here, however it has been moved. We had somebody among us who crept off with it in the night. We'll find him my lord."
Wordlessly the messenger's mangled corpse was hurled over what remained of the village gates.