[cretetts]

This takes place 15 years in the future of the lost ages. After the golden sun was releashed the two continents have merged. Alex has returned and is gathering his power to finally control the world. He has gathered warriors from the tribes of fire, water, earth and wind. Here is the old min charators current position.
Isaac: Isaac returned to Vale and built a new town there. It is now a very wealthy trades town.
Jenna: She is now married to Isaac.
Garet: Garet decided to travel to Tolbi.He found out that they were holding yet another Colosso to decide there new king. Garet entered and won.
Mia: Mia went to Lemuria with Peirs to work on her healing arts.
Peirs: He returned to Lemuria with Mia. He is now the cheif warrior.
Felix: Felix is currently wandering around the continents trying to find Alex.
Ivan: He and Sheba went to Garoh to train their wind arts.
Sheba: Went to Garoh to train
Here is the format you use to create yours charactors.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Element:
Side:(Good or evil)
Items:
Apperence:
Backstory:(Include current town your in)

Heres my guy
Name:Koran
Age:16
Gender:male
Element:Earth
Side: Good
Items: Pirate sword, Herb, Travel vest, wooden sheild, leather boots.
Apperence: He is 5'9 has blond hair and light blue eyes.
Backstory: He was born in Vault but was sunned when they found out he was an adept. Felix took him under his wong and taught him to use his powers. Felix gave him Echo and left. Koran is currently in Vale.

Because this guy has disapeared, and I saw potential in this RP, I'm taking it over and starting it up again. Just ignore this guy's posts. IF he ever comes back, well tough for him. - Escout

Current people particapating in the restart:

Escout

[Folcon]

I guess I'm in.

Name: Folcon Reed
Race: Avian
Age: unknown, was born before the seal on Psyenergy was placed, so, at least 1000 years, but looks to be in mid-twenties.
Hight: just short of 6' 4"
Weight: about 210 lbs
Hair: pure white
Eyes: Emerald Green
Element: Jupiter
Side: Neutral, but more on the side of good.
Distinguishing Characteristics: He has a set of large golden colored wings that span fifteen feet and alow him to fly. Wears a single golden feather braided into his hair. And has a scar below his left eye.

Wepons of choice: A longsword and a Long Bow

Attire:
Leather Vest, Leather Braces, Leather Headband, Leather Pants, Leather Boots. He's got a slight leather fetish. Also has a heavy canvas cape, lined in leather.

Personality:
Folcon is from the sacred home of the Avain people, a floating island high in the sky. He is good natured and willing to help those he can, but holds some contempt towards those that live on the surface.

Background:
Being an Avain, Folcon is a powerful Jupiter Adept. He fought in the wars ages ago that ended in the sealing of Psynergy from the world. After the seal had been placed, the Avians ripped their home from the ground and lifted it into the heavens, renaming the land Skypiea. Since then, Folcon has trained himself in Psynergy study and is one of the strongest on the island. Now that the seal has been broken, Folcon has been tasked with observing the world to see how it changes, and if it is necacary, reseal the seal and destroy the lighthouses for good.

Folcon is currently in Skypiea, awaiting his next assinment.

[ZephyrAnalea]

I've always wanted to join a GS rp, I'll give it a shot.

Name: Ayla Lynn
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Element: Jupiter
Side: At the moment, completely neutral.
Items: Blow Mace, Travel Vest, Heavy Armlet, a few Herbs
Appearance: Pale skinned but recently sunburned, purple eyes and long purple hair, held back in a loose ponytail. About 5'7", 119 lbs.

Personality: Kleptomaniac. Rash and impatient, does not like to stay in one area for too long. Likes to play hero, mainly fighting against Champans and other pirates, then turning and taking the loot the other pirates stole.
Currently does not know that she is an Adept. Reads peoples' minds randomly and without knowing it, thinks it is completely natural. Tries to stay away from other people. Thoughts get quite loud since she's unable to control her Mind Read ability.
Uses Whirlwind to power her ship, again without realizing it. Thinks she is just lucky when it comes to weather.

Backstory: Her family used to work as fishermen for Alhafra. All their catch would be sent to the Mayor to be distributed amongst the city's merchants and the family would be paid based on the merchants' sales. This was the biggest business in Alhafra, but the family was still left in poverty. Ayla eventually went to investigate and found that the Mayor was only paying her family a fraction of what they earned and keeping the rest, making a huge profit. Enraged, she stole her family's sailboat and left the city. Ayla turned pirate once on her own. (About the time Saturos and Menardi first attempted Sol Sanctum)
Recently there has been very little loot around and stiff competition from the Champans. In hopes of out-performing the Champans and making a decent living, Ayla has latched onto the myths and tales of Lemuria- a city supposedly filled to the brim with treasure. In her quest to find the fabled city, Ayla has arrived at Yallam. Her boat is in shambles and desperately needs repairs, but neither she nor the people of Yallam of the resources to fix it. For now, Ayla waits in the depressed city, soaking up all the local lore and legends about her eventual destination...

[kate]

yeeeah go rp's. Um k I'll set up a character and then flesh it out later, I'm too lazy right now.

Name: Rhiria (if you've ever played an rpg with me you'd know the name is always rhiria XD don't ask)
Age: 19
Gender: WILDABEAST. jkjk, Female.
Element: Let's go mars (fire) for now, may change.
Side: Maybe good maybe evuhl. WHO KNOWS only time will tell.
Items: nothing. she's nekkid. I'll make items later
Appearance: hawt to make up for the fact that I'm not :lol: For reals though, 5'10 (omg it's my height) green eyes, dark red brownish hair, long.

Personality: fiesty and stubborn. Will be sweet and trusting until you piss her off. Then...well just don't piss her off and you'll be good :D Outgoing too. Loves animals. Seriously, don't mess with the wood creatures.

Distinguishing characteristics (cause they're cool): tribal markings behind her left ear and down both sides of her chest waist and hips. Some old language, she doesn't know what they mean she just has them. She also wears a medallion around her neck always. Like allllways. Why? I YOU DON'T KNOW YET

Backstory: laters. So very lazy.

[Drizzy Drake]

Name:Aluru
Age:500 something, but looks to be in his 20's
Gender:Male
Element:Mars
Side:In between
Items:Twin Blades(not in GS, but oh well, sue me), travel vest, and some herbs
Apperence:A fairly tall man, weighing 198 pounds. He has shining blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes.
Personality:Is a very quiet person. Keeps to himself, but talks when it is really needed.
Backstory:You'll have to find out.

[Quacnar]

Name: Unknown
Age: Unknown, but she looks to be 25
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 145
Hair color: Green
Eyes: Red
Skin color: Light Brown
Element: Mars
Side: Evil
Distinguishing Characteristics: Although she often changes her age (and therefore her appearance), she always wears black gloves to cover a secretive tattoo, a pair of aqua blue earrings made from some kind of crystal and an aqua blue neclace made out of the same material

Weapons of choice: 2 blue daggers made from the same material as her necklace and earrings that she keeps tucked away under her outfit.

Personality: She was abandoned as a child (probably because her parents realized her amazing powers and were afraid) and was raised by a woman named Thabia. Thabia helped her to control her powers of age manipulation and trained her as a skilled warrior and killer. Eventually Thabia got murdered and when she did she left behind the necklace, jewelery, and daggers to her. She felt from that tragic incident that it was her goal to find her killers and avenge her parental figure. Her history has made her violent, crazed, and angry at the world. On top of that she is clever, fast, powerful, and quiet.

Background:
She currently lives as an assassin, never once being unable to kill her target. She costs a king's ransom to hire, and her current location is unknown. The bounty for her is a fortune, but no one has even made her break a bone. She lives in a humble estate under a name different then her own and she spends her time killing and trying to find Thabia's killers.

[Ironsight]

killercoz, on Feb 18 2008, 04:36 PM, said:

Name: Unknown

Coz, what the hell is everyone supposed to call you if your character doesn't have a name? At least give her somekind of alias.

[Neo]

Using one of my many characters here.

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Name: Rayn snowfall
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Side: Pure evil

Weapon: A long, broad two-hander. There is a red diamond forged in the hilt.

Physical looks:
Although Rayn is one of the undead, the non-living, he looks a lot like a normal human. This is because he was resurrected within hours of his death. He has kept his hair, all of his skin and all his teeth. The only notable changes are his bleak skin and black nails. He also has a long, thin scar covering his neck, the reason for his demise. He has shoulder-length, brown hair, and his eyes have the color of the sky. Strong cheeks, a short, strong nose and small lips cover the front of his face. Rayn is a tall man, with broad shoulders. Yet he does not look massively muscled. His strength comes from using his body mass and length, instead of using his muscle power. Black boots cover his feet, and he wears black trousers. His shirt is colored dark green, and he also wears thin black gloves. He usually is also clothed with a dark blue cloak.

Description:
He looks like a human, he walks like a human and his speech is the same too. Yet, he has no heart, and he broke all his bonds with the human race. Hatred is all he knows when it comes to emotional feelings. He does not show this in public, but tries to influence the people around them. His warm voice allows him to easily make contact with the human beings, thus being able to manipulate them, and set them in the wrong direction. He gains satisfaction from small issues, instead of mass murder actions. When it comes to the relation towards other undead, or any other race for that matter, he treats the person in subject with proper respect, yet does not show any affection for them. All in all he is a cold-blooded, merciless killer who would not hesitate to do anything to reach his goal.

History
Alive:
Rayn Snowfall used to wield another surname. Rayn Risewarm was his full name. He lived in a small town, build around one enormous tree. He had a wife and two sons, and was a member of the local militia. Living the life of any other normal soldier, he did his fighting against bandits and ate the food his wife gave him. Ryan enjoyed spending time with his sons during the day, and with his wife during the evenings and late nights. Everything was perfect – or as perfect as it could be, until the day it all went wrong.

He was on patrol, with five other men. The normal route; towards the Blue Well, twenty miles from the village, and back. As boring as it was – the route to the Blue Well was always boring, since it was an open area with no places for bandits to hide – they decided to go off-route and explore one of the small ruins located a few miles from the Well. At first glance it looked as if it was completely empty, just a few walls and loads of vegetation. Jonson, one of his friends, decided it was time for a break, and sat down on one of the crumbling walls. As soon as his rear end touched the stone, it fell apart, and a roaring sound came from the wood.

They were scared, very scared. Of course they were! It felt like hundreds of people were dying, being tortured and torn apart. The sound made these men mad. They fell on their knees, covered their ears and screamed in agony. Surprisingly enough, Rayn did not hear the sound at all. He simply stood there while his friends were literally being driven crazy. He did not know what to do, thus grabbed Jonson and grabbed his arms, trying to calm him down. His friend looked at him, with a strange glare in his eyes. It was hunger… hunger for blood.

Rayn stepped backwards, eyes wide open in surprise. His old friend Jonson stood up, made a growling sound and came towards Rayn. Like he was an animal with no human instincts, he attacked his friend. Rayn was fast, and a good swordsman, thus had no trouble shielding himself from the attack. In a reflex he stabbed forward, killing his friend with one single. Tears in his eyes, still in shock because of what happened, he dropped his sword.

That’s when he saw the other four men standing in front of him, with the same glance in their eyes. Rayn ran off, jumped on his horse and rode back, towards the village. As soon as he got there he explained the story, but was marked as a mad-man. People thought he had gone crazy, and laughed at him.

Days passed, and things had gotten worse. Not that the village was attack – the four men never came back – but Rayn was having a hard time. The villagers weren’t laughing anymore, but were threatening him with death, if he would continue to act this way. His wife had left. Within three days of his homecoming her love had ended and she had left with the two boys. Rayn was alone, slowly getting crazy of what he had seen. Then it happened; three knocks on the door. When he opened the door, half of the village stood in front of his house, with torches in their hands.

That was the day he was killed, and the reason why is still unknown.

They had slit his neck, and threw him in the water outside of the village. He did not know when, but at one point he opened his eyes.

Dead:
The first thing he saw was a living skeleton, wearing a black robe and holding a simple staff. Rayn screamed, and jumped up, ready to run away. That’s when he realized this had to be a dream, since he had died. He looked at the skeleton, and it started to speak. Rayn heard what had happened. He was found by a small brotherhood of non-living creatures. They had a shaman in their midst, and he resurrected Rayn. After hearing the whole story he swore that he would never like a human again, no friendship nor love. He changed his name to Rayn Snowfall, and joined the Brotherhood.

One day he suddenly decided to go out on his own, leaving this brotherhood behind. They were not pleased, but let him go, as it was his own free will. He promised them that he would come back, within a few years.

His first goal was the village he came from, and he found it was within a few miles of where he lived. When he reached the gates, two guards stopped him. It was not smart of Rayn to come back to the village, as it was highly possible that they would burn him and kill him once more. But it did not matter to him, he just wanted some answers. One of the guards recognized him, and was so scared he simply stepped back and let Rayn pass. Covering his face with his hood, he walked past his old house and the local pub – which was rather empty for the time of the day. He reached the house of his ex-wife, but managed not to go inside. He reached the townhall.

Inside there was a clerk behind the desk, and when he wanted to stop Rayn when he walked past him, he ended up dying with a knife in his neck. Nothing would stop the undead, certainly not a simple clerk. Rayn reached the room of the magistrate.

“Hello, Remore,” he said, as he entered the door and saw the magistrate sitting behind his desk. Remore looked up, and saw the bleak face of a dead man. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened in silence. He was too shocked to say a word.

“Let’s make this easy for you, Remore. You tell me why I was killed, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Remore seemed to hesitate, and thought about his situation. Underneath the fat appearance, he was certainly a smart man. He quickly gained control of himself, and accepted the situation. He did not like to die, thus he told the truth.

“It was your wife, Rayn. She said you were possessed by demons. And she was right, I guess,” he said.

“No she wasn’t. I was a perfectly healthy man, who had been attacked by his former friends in the wood. You did not want to believe me, but my only worry was that they would reach the town and slaughter all the civilians. You killed an innocent man, Remore. And for that, I cannot let you live.”

“But you promi..!” Remore started, but he could not end his sentence, as Rayn’s sword was planted in his stomach. With a mumbling sound he dropped to the floor, and died in pain.

Rayn’s next stop was the house of his ex-wife. As soon as he bashed in the door, it all became clear to him. What he was seeing was the whole explanation. His wife had found another man, a rich man, and Rayn being paranoid was a perfect excuse to get rid of him. While he walked into the room, he did not even give his wife time to react, but beheaded her while she was still riding her new husband. The man screamed, but was also killed within seconds.

That day Rayn promised never to trust another living creature, and he would do anything the get this filthy race off the planet. He left the village, and set off on his own, not knowing what the road would bring him. One thing was certain; he was Rayn snowfall, betrayed by men, betrayer of men.

[Caael]

Name: Jose Mason
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Element: Mercury, for the hell of it
Weapon:sponge Automatic Crossbow, like the one in Van Helsing
Side: Good
Items:Quiver and a djinn called blight that he imbues into his arrows for frosty pain.
Apperence: 6 foot 2", short dark brown hair and wears a dark grey trilby. Wears a long black leather worn down trenchcoat over his usual clothes most of the time. Dark blue-green eyes.
Backstory: Mother died at childbirth so he was adopted into a wealthy family in Tolbi but he was illiterate, though amazing at numeracy. Left his family at 18 to persue his own life goals, but because of his illiteracy, nobody would employ him. He was breifly employed as a guard for dodonpa but when Isaac and company defeated him, Jose was left jobless. Plans on moving west soon.

None of that angsty dark past crap for me :D

[Caael]

When do we plan on starting?

[kate]

hahaha I'm pretty sure the person who was going to be in charge of this left.

Weeelp I still wanna do it, so I, or anyone else who wants to, can take over and give this thing a purpose and then we'll get started, mk?

[Drizzy Drake]

You start then Kate.

[Folcon]

((If no one else will start, than I will))


With a contented sigh, a white haired man stepped out of the shade of the small pavilion and walked out into the bright shining sun. As the light fell across his form, it refelected brilliantly off his golden wings. Smiling, the white haired man continued on his way through the beatiful royal gardens that streched out around the old Lord's Mansion, now the home of the Counsole. The man, whose name incedently was Folcon, loved these gardens, and all of the gardens that were in his homeland. The floating island of Skypia held, in his opinoin, the most beuatiful gardens in the world. And he had seen many in his travels arcoss Weyard. Only Lemuria came close to the beauty he saw here.

Folcon walked through the gardens, savoring their beauty for when he had to return down to the surface world, and it's many ugly cities. He noted with pleasure that the cherry blosem trees were bloming, and would be filling the air soon with their petals like a winter snow. Folcon smiled in amusement as the thought of snow came across his mind. The rain of cherry blosems was as close to snow as Skypia got, for it was always warm on their floating island in the sky.

With another sigh, Folcon turned to go deeper into the gardens. He knew it would likely still be a while before the Councel summoned him before them and gave him his next assignment, and as long as he stayed on the grounds, their servents would find him. He never realy understood how, but than, several of the servants were atuned to the power of Venus and tended the gardens. So he asumed that the could commune with the plants in the garden and learned his location from them. It didn't realy matter to him.

After several more minutes of wandering, Folcn came to one of the many ponds that were scattered across the garden. Content with the location, Folcon sat down by the side of the pond and pulled off his leather boots and peeled off his socks. He then dipped his bared feet into the cool water and sighed with pleasure, before reaching down and pulling the cuffs of his leather pants higher up his legs to keep them dry. The thought of the leather brought a new smile to his face. He was one of the only people that wore the matterial on a regular baseis. Many people thought him strange for it, but the fact was, he just like leather. He liked the smooth soft feel of it, and the durability. Granted, he prefered the loser, lighter leather he had over the skin tight stuff that some people liked, but the fact remianed, if it didn't have leather, he wouldn't wear it.

Folcon sat cooling his feet for a few more minutes untill he heard soft footsteps coming in his direction. With a sigh of dissapointment, he pulled hisfeet out of the water and put his socks and boots back on. By the time he finished, the person approaching arrived.

"Lord Folcon," the young servant said, "the council will see you now."

Folcon nodded and stood up, dusting the grass off his pants. He then followed the servant back to the garden entrance and into the main building. Arriving inside, Folcon stopped and exchanged his boots for the soft leather moccasins he had to wear, leaving his damp socks behind as well. He then followed the servant deeper into the Council hall untill they cameto the double doors that would take him before the men and women that would give him his next assigment. With a nod from the servant, Folcon pushed the doors open and walked in.

[cretetts]

Koran woke up from a long sleep. He had been staying in Tolbi for six weeks now.
'Now I finaly get to meet Garet.' Koran said grabbing his stuff and walking down the stairs.
"Thank you." Koran said smiling at the inn keeper.
He walked out into the busy street. A cart was speeding down the road towards a bunch of little kids playing on the street. Koran closed his eyes and used halt on the cart. It stopped dead in its tracks and hovered there.
"Wow thanks mister!" One of the kids said.
"No problem." Koran said walking away.
OOC:Ok now we can start

[Caael]

Jose took his first steps outside Lunpa he had in a while. In search of more work, he decided to leave as he wasnt succeding in getting employed in Lunpa. He decided to head south-west towards Contigo. It would be a long journey, but he was prepared.

The time was 23 minutes past 11. Morning.
" If i'm lucky, I should reach Vault before sundown." He set off on a Journey he would never finish.

[cretetts]

Koran walked to the castle where Garet residied and went inside. The hall's had amazing decorations and paintings. He walked into the room where Garet would be.
"Hello there Koran I have been told that Felix sent you. Please have a seat." Garet said in a deep but kind voice.
"Hello sir Garet." Koran said taking a seat.
"Now down to want you have come for. I need you to do a task for me." Garet said very seriuos. "I want you to go to each light house and bind the stones inside of them. In doing so you will have granted that light houses element to remain in this world. But if you should fail and the light houses are destroyed Alex with be able to take the power of the golden sun into his own hands. So do you take this mission?"
"I---I do!" Koran said standing up.
"Good. Now head to Vault, they have something there for you."
"Right away my lord." Koran said running from the room.
Garet sat in the chair with an evil smile as Alex appered by his side.
"Very good job Garet."

[Drizzy Drake]

((DAMN IT. You stole what I was gonig to do with Alex. :P. Oh well, I'll have to think of something else.))

[cretetts]

OOC:You have to run your ideas for story lines through me first.
Koran arrived in Vault after a few days. He had taken longer then he had expected but it was fine. Then he went straight to the mayors house.
The mayor looked up from his book and saw Koran enter.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yes. Lord Garet of Vale sent me."
"Ah yes. Wait here." The mayor said walking into the back room. He came back holding a cape and a pair of gloves.
"Here you are." He said handing them to Koran. "The gloves are made of woven golem roots and the cape belonged to Isaac."
"Thank you mayor." Koran said bowing.
Then he walked to the inn payed for a room then walked to it. He sat down on the bed. He put on the gloves and then the cape. They felt like they had always belonged to him.
"Wow."

[Drizzy Drake]

((That sounds like a dumb idea for an RP then. RP's are supossed to just go with the flow, and not have somebody "moderate" it, for lack of a better word.))

[cretetts]

I know but I have control over the major events

[Drizzy Drake]

((Are you serious? Well this is dumb. I shant be joining.))

[cretetts]

OOC:Your not joining because you cant start mayjor events? I am doing this so a spammer cant come in and ruin every thing. Feel free to make smaller stuff happen.

[Drizzy Drake]

((A spammer can come in anywa. They could still coem in a ruin something. If somebody posts some major event, what could you do to stop them? RP's are supossed to be decided by everybody, not just one person. Besides, if you chose the major events, it won't be very exciting. No twists can happen, or atleast, it won't happen in our posts.

But ya, say you and, Kate for example are fighting some boss dude, soem spammer could still coem and and ruin it by saying the the boss dude turns into a clown and kills everybody. You choosing the major events won't stop that, and kind of takes the fun out of it.))

[cretetts]

OOC:Fine everyone can trigger major events but im using Alex and the others as part of my charactor rosters. So if you want them to do some thing jsut ask.

[Drizzy Drake]

((I'm starting off in Vale, so Issac and Jenna will be there.))

[Caael]

(( Is a spammer really going to change it? Ignore them if they're being a ****head))

[Neo]

Winter was coming. The skies were clouded, the wind cut trough one’s clothing and the sun had disappeared. The sea was wild, it almost looked angry as it clashed upon the rocks. It would not last long before the first snow would fall. Unfortunate delay. But alas, there was nothing to do about it. Maybe psynergy users could change the weather, but it was out of the hands of Rayn. He had no power over the elements – at least, no mentionable powers. He had other strengths though; His skill with the sword, and his army.

As he turned his back to the sea, Rayn looked over his army. At this very moment there weren’t much followers. Only 1100 undead wanderers joined his army. But that would change. Once he set foot on the mainland, his necromancers would empty every grave, they would dig up every dead person, and they would resurrect them. They would become his followers. He would make an army larger then Weyard had ever seen, and it would be made out of their dead.

He smiled. His time was coming. The dawn of a new age; hís age! He would rule over Weyard. He had already changes his title, as to strengthen his promises. He was Rayn Sownfall, King of the Reborn.

“Sire, the ships are ready,” a hairless man, dressed in a long red robe mentioned him.

As Rayn walked along the rocky edge of the island, his view glanced over the foundations of his kingdom. The men, ready to die for him – again – and his ships: Long, black, heavy ships, made for only one purpose; to destroy. He grinned as he set foot on the beach.

“Gather the men, Renold. We set sail tomorrow morning.”

Weyard would be unprepared, and ignorant. When they would hear of his coming, they would place defenses at the lighthouses. But what they did not know was that Rayn wasn’t after the lighthouses. After all, what could dead adepts do with the powers of the beacons? He just had to kill the users, so that the object could not be used.

[cretetts]

Koran walked into the town of Vale.
'I need to see Isaac now.'
Thew streets were still fairly busy but Tolbi was alot busier.
OOC:I fixed my first post. On the week days i cant come on the computer so dont interact wiht Koran or any of Isaac's group

[kate]

((maaan I'm tired, I swear they won't all suck like this :D))

Rhiria looked down on the town of Lunpa from where she sat on the roof of the jail. She breathed in the morning air and hoped this would be the last time she had to look upon the town. Everywhere there was crime and an atmosphere of fear that had arisen ever since bandits took over the village. Rhiria fit in well with this crowd, but her younger sister, Aryyl, barely in her teens, did not and had been arrested for “treason”. Today was when she ended it all, she had to start over somewhere else with her sister, but that meant she had to free her.

With a sigh she waited patiently for her moment to strike. Finally she heard a bang that seemed to shake the sky as the side of the jail blew open. In the chaos that followed she dodged the guards and snuck in through the gaping hole, searching for her sister through the throng of prisoners escaping. She saw her sister with her leg trapped under a rock, cornered by two guards.

Aryyl screamed to her “help sister!” and as the guards turned to see whom she was yelling at, Rhiria replied “don’t watch Aryyl” and pulled a dagger out from behind her back.

~~~

As Rhiria ran from the village with her sister in her arms, a sense of terror that she hadn’t experienced for a long time came over her. What were they to do now? There was no doubt that they would be followed, she had long had a rivalry with Ureth, the self proclaimed chief of Lunpa and he would want revenge. She was dragged out of her thoughts by her sister’s moans, and she stopped so they could rest.

“My leg hurts so much Rhiria” Aryyl cried. With panic, Rhiria examined the damage and saw there was an area of exposed flesh. Rhiria swore under her breath as she realized she had left all her herbs back at her house, which was surely now being ransacked by bandits.

She looked around in desperation and tried to think of what to do. “We have to get you to an inn, Aryyl, but that will mean going to a town where we could be spotted.”

“It’s alright, I’ll just stay here, I don’t think I could make it anyways, you go.” Aryyl said as she winced in pain.

With a laugh Rhiria replied “Don’t try and be a hero. We’ll go where they’ll never suspect us to go. The most populated village around. We’ll go to Vale”

With that she lifted up her sister and headed towards the mountains to the west, hoping that they would be safe in the most dangerous place of all.

[Folcon]

Less than an hour after entering the Counsel chambers, Folcon walked back out again. Rapidly, he walked back to the entrence and changed back into his boots andwalked out of the building, leaving the servent behind. Folcon was annoyed, but not surprised with his assingnment. It was the same thing it had been for the last fifteen years, ever since a group of humans relite the Lighthouses and rekindled the Golden Sun. For the past fifteen years, Folcon had been, for lack of a better word 'spying', on the people of Weyard and reporting his finding every few months. His objectives, then, and now, were to observe the humans for a distance and see how the world developed with the power of Alchemy returned to the world.

Those fifteen years had taken all across Weyard, but he showed himself only to a select few. Issac and Felix, the leaders of the Lighters, were two, Peirs, a Lemurian who had been with them was another, in addtion to the other people of Lemuria. And the Werewolves of Gara village. Beyond that, few knew that he was there, watching and waiting. For his other objectives, were to find those that abused their Psynergy, and destroy them. And if a great war were to break out once more, like it did in the anceint past, when Folcon was still nothing more than a child. When that war had ended, millions were dead, the Lighthouse builders among them. The last remianing people of the anceint races agreed that Alchemy had to be sealed and it was. Now, Folcon's misson included not just sealing Alchemy, but destroying the Lighthouses as well, dooming Weyard once more to a slow decay. But that was to happen only in the most extreme of circumstnces.

Folcon's mind was brought back to the present as he came to the small, three room building he called home. He wasted no time and collected his equipment, his longsword, a longbow and quiver, and his pack, filled with the food and mediceans he would need for a while.

Folcon paused, as once more his mind drifted back to the Councle meeting he had just left...

"Folcon," the cheif cousuler said, "we have read your last report and have agreed that you are to continue your obervations of the surrface dwellers. But be warned, counsler Hours has had a vision."

Folcon turned to the ancient councler as he stood and said, "Folcon, as you know, I am gifted with the power of Prophacy. And last night my mind parted the vales of time to reveal a grave future. War is coming to Weyard once more. A mighty war that will threaten everything the surface world holds dear."

"And did you see a way that this war can be averted?" Folcon asked.

"The war cannot not be stoped. The pieces are already in motion."

"Than what am I to do," Folcon asked.

"Nothing," replyed the cheif counsler. "You are to do nothing but observe, and carry out your mission if it is required. But you are not to interfear."

"You care so little for the surface dwellers that you would doom them all to death. Not all are as evil as you think. Issac for example-"

"We know about Issac," spoke up a third counsle member. "We read all about him in your report. And we are not impressed with the boy, now a man."

And from there it had turned into an argument that lasted most of the rest of the time he was there. Finnaly Folcon submitted to the Councle's will and left.

With a sigh, Folcon slung his pack onto his shoulder and left his home, locking the door behind him, one of many habits he had picked up from living amoung the surfface people. Shaking his head, Folcon walked of toward the endge of the city to where a small dock had been set up. The dock extended out ten feet from the island, hanging out in the open air. With another sigh, he opened the gate to the dock and walked out to the edge. Making sure his weapons were succure, he opened his wings and leapt off the edge. Folcon fell like the falcons he was named for, a steep dive that would take him quickly to the surface over a mile below. He had decided that he would start his investigations near Lunpa, and from there, go towards Vale to visit Issac.

[Folcon]

((Since this RP creator is gone, and I thought this showed promise, I'm taking control of this RP and starting it again, since most of theoriginal particapents are still here. I will be doing some work in this RP for the next thirty minuts or so so hold off on posting please

EDIT: alright, I'll reopen this RP now. Everyone that still wants to particapate, make a post here and I'll put it on a list on the parent post. We'll start going again in one week.))