Biohazard
07-18-2006, 4:35 PM
Cities
North
Solei: The capital city of the land lies to the North in the center, the high elves. Every civilized race in the land holds a seat on the high council. The high council makes the decisions on the laws and political things. It is the largest city in the land. These elves are the "humans" in a land of all elves, they come in all types of personalities. They all have blonde hair and blue eyes.
Voxa: It is the northwest city, the dark elves. The upper city lies in a valley carved out of a mountain. The lower city, which is where the aristocracy lives, is beneath the valley. They move between the upper and lower city by means of a large elevator, the first of its kind. These elves are very secretive but usually good by nature, the ones that choose to do wrong are usually empled as assassin's or thieves. These elves have white hair and dark purple skin and red eyes.
Nore: It is the northeast city, the sea elves. They thrive on the great ocean in their massive battleships. The elves of that city are facinated by ruins. Most of the private ship owners send expeditions periodically in search of the legendary temple of Urei, the god of darkness. The elf that finds that temple would become the richest elf in the world. These elves are not known for their...table manners. These elves thrive outside so they are tan by nature and have auburn to dark brown hair.
South
Orke: This city was once a thriving, respectable city nestled in the valley in Doth'Ul mountain. Every citizen was treated with respect by the rich. Their leader, Arcove Mal'Urei, claimed he hailed from Solei, he arrived to the city and found it in shambles. With money from his own purse, and bank account, he lifted the city from the ashes and in turn the citizens lifted him up as well. Orkens that lived in the "Dark Times" are suspicious, they have a hard time trusting anyone because of the situation they were in, though all of them are now considered 'ancients' among the other elves. Orkens born after the arrival of Arcove are willing to serve Arcove in any way necessary. Orkens have black wiry hair, they usually keep it tied back in a knot, their skin has greenish tint and small tusks jutt from their lower jaw and stick out about an inch from their mouth.
Ayari: This city lies to the southwest of Orke, these are considered the pirates of the elves. Their city is a savage place one where most northern elves dare not go. Like Nore, the Ayari love the sea, but they want to rule the sea and become the master of it. For this they are shunned from the rest of the world. These elves have ears about two and half feet long. They have bluish colored skin and a hunched over appearance with large tusks jutting from their lower jaw (think warcraft head hunter).
Fayarei: This city lies in the desert and to the west of Fayarei. These elves are for the most part a civilized race. They try to seperate themselves from the politics of the world. They dont necessarily thrive, but they are considered the most skilled with a sword, trained from birth to be warriors. These elves are a tribal people, they believe in trials to move on to a higher rank, they also believe in rituals and the like. These elves have a light brown skin, dark eyes and dark blonde hair.
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The Quest
A loud crash is heard throughout the council chamber; all eyes turn towards the door, standing there is Arcove Mal’Urei. He takes a moment to absorb the moment; his face cannot be seen beneath the hood of his black cloak, as is the norm. He begins walking slowly towards his chair, his black armor making unnerving clanking sounds. He slowly sits down in the stone chair relishing in the silence his entrance received.
“I’m so glad Lord Arcove could make time in his schedule for this meeting” Tharamor of Solei utters disparagingly to Arcove.
“Right now we have more important matters to discuss than punctuality!” Einkil of Nore says to Tharamor, then turns to Arcove, “Now we must discuss Ayari…again”
“What have they done this time?” Arcove sighs.
“They…” Einkil says dangerously, motioning towards the empty chair sometimes occupied by Xorath, “…have sacked yet another one of my ships!” Einkil rises and circles around his chair and grips the back of it with his huge gloved hands. His blue sailors outfit and golden buckles glow in the sun shining through the stained windows of the council chamber.
“If this isn’t the first time then wh-” Arcove begins
“Because this time…” Einkil cuts him off, throwing his gloved hands into the air, “…they not only destroyed the ship, they stole the cargo it was carrying!”
“And what was this ship carrying that is so important that I had to leave my fortress?” Arcove leans on his hand and sighs.
“Oh yes, I almost forgot” Einkil snorts unceremoniously, “You are too busy counting the gold in your coffer to look out your window!”
“What are you talking about?” Arcove laughs, looking up at Einkil
“We believe we have found the ruins or Urei Temple!” at the mention of Urei Temple Arcove flinches beneath his cloak, but it isn’t seen by the others. Einkil continues, “This could be the biggest find since…since we found the castle of the ancients underneath Voxa!”
“It was a good find…” Shuntafae of Voxa says, her ears twitching slightly.
“Aye, but this could be the key to unlocking the legendary ‘Fae’ used by the gods!” a wide smile spreads across Einkils face.
“That’s all fine and good, but what was on the ship?” Arcove begins to get frsustrated.
“We believe it was a map of sorts” Einkil furrows his brow, “A metal sphere…it has marking around it, we were going to bring it to the grand archives here to try and find some sort of translation.”
“And you want me to do what, exactly?”
“Damnit, don’t you understand!??” Einkil steps toward Arcove.
“I think you need to relax my old friend…” Arcove’s gauntleted hand twitches, “You are becoming a little to…tense…for my liking.”
“I AM NOT YOUR-” Einkil begins, but is cut short by a crushing blow to his chest from some invisible force. He flies back into his chair and begins thrashing around violently emitting blood curdling screams.
“What is the meaning of this!?!” Tharamor shouts as he rises from the head council chair, “What are you doing to him!?!”
“I’ll consider that my invitation to leave” Arcove whispers quietly. He rises from his chair and begins towards the door. When he arrives at the threshold he stops, his black cloak waving around him. He holds up a black gauntleted hand and snaps, immediately Xain of Fayarei stands up and exits the chamber behind Arcove.
The two stride down the street side by side, no one daring to get in there way. They wind there way down the streets until they reach the stable. Arcove stands by the stable for several moments. Xain looks at Arcove questioningly, his eyes are glazed over. Arcove chuckles quietly to himself but keeps waiting. Xain shifts uncomfortably, his dark orange cloak waving in the wind, his ears twitch violently. He looks at the sky and sees dark rain clouds swirling overhead they had been that way since the left the Council Chamber, they seemed to be following the two around.
After about an hour Xain begins to hear a flapping sound and the wind starts to pick up. Arcove looks into the sky his face becoming partially visible beneath his cloak, his devious smile shows fanged, yellow teeth; his skin, glowing light red. All of the sudden a black dragon flies in from the south and lands a few hundred feet away from the two. Xain’s face was all that Arcove needed to burst out laughing. Still laughing Arcove walks over to the dragon and climbs onto the saddle already strapped to the dragons back.
“What about me, lord?” Xain stutters to Arcove.
“Get back to your city and rally your army” Arcove rears back the dragon, “I shall locate Xorath and he shall do the same!” With that Arcove takes off and flies off into the horizon.
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I will explain more of the story in the RP
North
Solei: The capital city of the land lies to the North in the center, the high elves. Every civilized race in the land holds a seat on the high council. The high council makes the decisions on the laws and political things. It is the largest city in the land. These elves are the "humans" in a land of all elves, they come in all types of personalities. They all have blonde hair and blue eyes.
Voxa: It is the northwest city, the dark elves. The upper city lies in a valley carved out of a mountain. The lower city, which is where the aristocracy lives, is beneath the valley. They move between the upper and lower city by means of a large elevator, the first of its kind. These elves are very secretive but usually good by nature, the ones that choose to do wrong are usually empled as assassin's or thieves. These elves have white hair and dark purple skin and red eyes.
Nore: It is the northeast city, the sea elves. They thrive on the great ocean in their massive battleships. The elves of that city are facinated by ruins. Most of the private ship owners send expeditions periodically in search of the legendary temple of Urei, the god of darkness. The elf that finds that temple would become the richest elf in the world. These elves are not known for their...table manners. These elves thrive outside so they are tan by nature and have auburn to dark brown hair.
South
Orke: This city was once a thriving, respectable city nestled in the valley in Doth'Ul mountain. Every citizen was treated with respect by the rich. Their leader, Arcove Mal'Urei, claimed he hailed from Solei, he arrived to the city and found it in shambles. With money from his own purse, and bank account, he lifted the city from the ashes and in turn the citizens lifted him up as well. Orkens that lived in the "Dark Times" are suspicious, they have a hard time trusting anyone because of the situation they were in, though all of them are now considered 'ancients' among the other elves. Orkens born after the arrival of Arcove are willing to serve Arcove in any way necessary. Orkens have black wiry hair, they usually keep it tied back in a knot, their skin has greenish tint and small tusks jutt from their lower jaw and stick out about an inch from their mouth.
Ayari: This city lies to the southwest of Orke, these are considered the pirates of the elves. Their city is a savage place one where most northern elves dare not go. Like Nore, the Ayari love the sea, but they want to rule the sea and become the master of it. For this they are shunned from the rest of the world. These elves have ears about two and half feet long. They have bluish colored skin and a hunched over appearance with large tusks jutting from their lower jaw (think warcraft head hunter).
Fayarei: This city lies in the desert and to the west of Fayarei. These elves are for the most part a civilized race. They try to seperate themselves from the politics of the world. They dont necessarily thrive, but they are considered the most skilled with a sword, trained from birth to be warriors. These elves are a tribal people, they believe in trials to move on to a higher rank, they also believe in rituals and the like. These elves have a light brown skin, dark eyes and dark blonde hair.
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The Quest
A loud crash is heard throughout the council chamber; all eyes turn towards the door, standing there is Arcove Mal’Urei. He takes a moment to absorb the moment; his face cannot be seen beneath the hood of his black cloak, as is the norm. He begins walking slowly towards his chair, his black armor making unnerving clanking sounds. He slowly sits down in the stone chair relishing in the silence his entrance received.
“I’m so glad Lord Arcove could make time in his schedule for this meeting” Tharamor of Solei utters disparagingly to Arcove.
“Right now we have more important matters to discuss than punctuality!” Einkil of Nore says to Tharamor, then turns to Arcove, “Now we must discuss Ayari…again”
“What have they done this time?” Arcove sighs.
“They…” Einkil says dangerously, motioning towards the empty chair sometimes occupied by Xorath, “…have sacked yet another one of my ships!” Einkil rises and circles around his chair and grips the back of it with his huge gloved hands. His blue sailors outfit and golden buckles glow in the sun shining through the stained windows of the council chamber.
“If this isn’t the first time then wh-” Arcove begins
“Because this time…” Einkil cuts him off, throwing his gloved hands into the air, “…they not only destroyed the ship, they stole the cargo it was carrying!”
“And what was this ship carrying that is so important that I had to leave my fortress?” Arcove leans on his hand and sighs.
“Oh yes, I almost forgot” Einkil snorts unceremoniously, “You are too busy counting the gold in your coffer to look out your window!”
“What are you talking about?” Arcove laughs, looking up at Einkil
“We believe we have found the ruins or Urei Temple!” at the mention of Urei Temple Arcove flinches beneath his cloak, but it isn’t seen by the others. Einkil continues, “This could be the biggest find since…since we found the castle of the ancients underneath Voxa!”
“It was a good find…” Shuntafae of Voxa says, her ears twitching slightly.
“Aye, but this could be the key to unlocking the legendary ‘Fae’ used by the gods!” a wide smile spreads across Einkils face.
“That’s all fine and good, but what was on the ship?” Arcove begins to get frsustrated.
“We believe it was a map of sorts” Einkil furrows his brow, “A metal sphere…it has marking around it, we were going to bring it to the grand archives here to try and find some sort of translation.”
“And you want me to do what, exactly?”
“Damnit, don’t you understand!??” Einkil steps toward Arcove.
“I think you need to relax my old friend…” Arcove’s gauntleted hand twitches, “You are becoming a little to…tense…for my liking.”
“I AM NOT YOUR-” Einkil begins, but is cut short by a crushing blow to his chest from some invisible force. He flies back into his chair and begins thrashing around violently emitting blood curdling screams.
“What is the meaning of this!?!” Tharamor shouts as he rises from the head council chair, “What are you doing to him!?!”
“I’ll consider that my invitation to leave” Arcove whispers quietly. He rises from his chair and begins towards the door. When he arrives at the threshold he stops, his black cloak waving around him. He holds up a black gauntleted hand and snaps, immediately Xain of Fayarei stands up and exits the chamber behind Arcove.
The two stride down the street side by side, no one daring to get in there way. They wind there way down the streets until they reach the stable. Arcove stands by the stable for several moments. Xain looks at Arcove questioningly, his eyes are glazed over. Arcove chuckles quietly to himself but keeps waiting. Xain shifts uncomfortably, his dark orange cloak waving in the wind, his ears twitch violently. He looks at the sky and sees dark rain clouds swirling overhead they had been that way since the left the Council Chamber, they seemed to be following the two around.
After about an hour Xain begins to hear a flapping sound and the wind starts to pick up. Arcove looks into the sky his face becoming partially visible beneath his cloak, his devious smile shows fanged, yellow teeth; his skin, glowing light red. All of the sudden a black dragon flies in from the south and lands a few hundred feet away from the two. Xain’s face was all that Arcove needed to burst out laughing. Still laughing Arcove walks over to the dragon and climbs onto the saddle already strapped to the dragons back.
“What about me, lord?” Xain stutters to Arcove.
“Get back to your city and rally your army” Arcove rears back the dragon, “I shall locate Xorath and he shall do the same!” With that Arcove takes off and flies off into the horizon.
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I will explain more of the story in the RP