Ley Winds

[Sirion]

In the beginning, the world began. When the world began, magic began. When magic began, life began. When life began, the Empire began. The first born, the highest of races, exerted power over the lesser kinds. They gave names to the species, as the gods had ordained, and ruled over them with gentle hands. They lived in harmony with the flow of the world, and their reach was far and grand. But they defied the gods, and all that they had been given; they sinned unforgivably.

-Excerpt from the Holy Manuscripts, Libraries of Ostia

Although no precise date or even time period can be pinpointed scientifically, it is generally accepted that our world began a hundred thousand years ago, at the Origin. Its cause can only be hypothesized, but the most common theory is that a sudden burst of mana started what we know as the Ley Streams. Since then these Ley Streams have shaped the world; from the origin, it has pushed towards the very limits of our world, and continues to without any reason to believe it may stop. Thus, by nature our world is unlimited; infinite. Like a plane, it extends in every direction without end.

-Excerpt from A History of the World

Ley streams shape the world, you know this. Many don't comprehend, though, how ordinary beings can affect these streams, shape them, and use the, in what is known as the art of magic. Magic can performed in a number of ways. From the Higher Races, born nearer the Origin, mana can be drawn from the streams themselves. This is very difficult to do though, and the most common method is to use a mana store, usually a rock or gem that holds a large amount of mana. Once the mage draws the mana, a feat of concentration (and occasionally with the help of magic conducive elements) he must then direct it. The mage forces the mana into an object at various rates to produce different effects. Quickly, and the object will explode. Slowly, and it will become a mana store. Very slowly, and it is even said to be able to heal.

-Excerpt from A Guide to Magic

Machinations of many kinds can be found in the world, but they all have one thing in common. They run on mana, the source of all technology. Since the first mana store was created, people have discovered new and unique ways to harvest its innate power. From water pumps to automobiles, mana powers everything. Bullets are shot by magic power, tanks run by them. This is possible to magic conducive elements; chiefly, gold. Though only a small percentage is actually needed to conduct, gold is thus one of the most sought after elements in the world.

-Excerpt from The Science of Engineering

The airships are a curiosity. Genius in design, they seem to be able to take to the air without the need of lighter gases, such as helium. In fact, they seem to ride on the Ley Streams, almost like a ship on the sea. The designs are like elegant sea-ships; a combination of wood and steel form the main frame. Massive struts extend to the sides, leafed with canvas like materials. These wings give the vessel more control over itself. Engines propel it forward, up or down. Seemingly, the entire vessel can be powered by one crystal. The Empire was advanced indeed...

-Excerpt from the field research of Martin Gortezky

The Empire, as legend tells, was once the largest and most powerful force in the world. It expanded without limit, ushering in barbaric races and giving them peace and order, or destroying those who would not come quietly. The rulers were known only as the First Born race, creatures of incredible grace and dignity who had been, according to them, the first life in the world. This gave them a terrible affinity to magic; a power which allowed them to rule over those races they deemed inferior. But eventually they pushed their power to far, and in some catastrophic event the entire race was swallowed up, and never heard from again.

-Excerpt from A History of the World

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In a small, isolated town named Niben, a dark presence stalked the night. A giant beast, troll-like in its appearance and brutal in its slaughter, haunted the lives of the townsfolk. Many travelers came, many heroes and villains alike, to slay the beast; yet none could. Hope seemed lost, for who could defeat such a powerful foe?

However, an airship had appeared on the horizon one day, and laid anchor in the town that very night. Hundreds of creatures poured forth from the ship, some unlike anything the villagers had seen before. They wouldn't hear the warnings, laughed at the forebodings of the townsfolk. They threw a great feast, and ate and drank with much merriment into the night.

And after the light died down, and the crew was asleep, the beast came. It made to strike the slumbering soldiers, but a woman stepped in its way. With ease she deflected the behemoths attack, with grace she dodged his blows. The townsfolk woke, and stared in awe, as the crew cheered on their captain. She ducked, she weaved, and smiled in the same, and then a flash of light filled the air. As quickly as it had begun, the battle was ended, the beast lay slain.

The strange, silver haired girl stood the victor, silent amidst the cheers...

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This is the intro thread, and as such I expect only one post per character.

Post your name, your age, and your race (choose one from below). If you have any ideas for a new race, PLEASE PM them to me.

Your character may be a villager, a member of the crew from the airship, or a traveler from another city. No character is to be very powerful, though they can use magic if you so wish. Characters will increase in skill and power soon enough, so be patient.

Finally, your intro post I want you guys to in you are to describe the events above, from the perspective of your character. Take as long as you want, describe as much as you want. Try to give us a general idea of what your character looks like and acts like. By the end of the post, you character MUST decide to join the crew of the ship if he is not one already, and then board the ship in preparation for leaving. No option here people.

Be creative, no god modding. If I don't like a character, I'll ask you to change it. That's basically all.

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Varen - The oldest known race in the world to still exist. They say they were the Third Born, and thus the most like the First Born.They are usually fair-skinned, with brown or blonde hair, and are generally considered very attractive. They are graceful and powerful with magic, although they aren't known for physical strength or agility.

Rax - An avian race, known for their stubbornness and brutality. With hawk-like eyes they intimidate their opponents, piercing them to their hearts. Their wings extend along their arms, and generally very long, up to twice their height in wingspan. From the elbow down their arms are free of the wings, and have typical hands. and their feet are talon-like. Their body is covered from head to toe in feathers. They are powerful physically, but weak mentally and generally not very good with magic. (Must be crew)

Sylth - A reptilian race of savant like genius ability. They are a brutish and uncommunicative people, with hardly a language more than grunts. They range from the size of a child to that of a giant, and maintain most of the ship. (Must be crew)

Parum - A race of animalistic, wolf-like simpletons. They lead lives of peasantry, and very few of them extend beyond that. However, they are quick learners and posses some skill and dexterity, as well as a surprising innate control over mana considering how young a species they are. (Must be villager)

Lumin - A race human-like in appearance, generally fair skinned, slightly taller, and usually very attractive; They are often compared to the Varen. They have an innate gift with magic, but are rather insane. They enjoy playing tricks on others, confusing them with strange logic. They can never be taken seriously, and do not sober up except for the worst situations. (Must be crew or traveler)

Humans - A sturdy and all around capable race.

IMPORTANT: There are many other races in the world and on the ship. If you have any ideas for a race, let me know and I'll consider adding them. In fact, I encourage it. The more, the better.

[Seal]

The command cabin equipment hums silently around Lumaia and her servant. The view below is peaceful, if only for flying so high in the sky. She emotionlessly encodes a message to the engine controllers, engaging the landing procedure.

Niben, was it? The location of what culminates the frustration of the species around me. My followers, the varying bunch, they are so excited about getting there –Who gets to slay the beast? Still so young, full of dreams.


Lumaia sits silently, viewing the village through the spherical window. The landing gear is engaging, the warrior crew flowing down from the staging hangar.


Landfall was made, but so disorganized it was. They are to learn discipline.. sooner or later. If the right person appears. For their wellbeing I have had all too few chances to teach them.


As the night approaches, Lumaia visits the command cabin again, having a deep, silent look at the village and its proximity.


Better gear up.

Mistress, what did you have in mind?

Combat.


Up in the personal wardrobe of Lumaia, she and her servant prepare.

A marvel of forgotten ability, a cloth so fittingly weaved it protects the body –covering nothing. Heavy bands grafted around the ankles, around the wrists, around the neck. Dim yet elegant gemstones in a formation embedded within, the collar not unlike a necklace. Torso, a plate corset not quite girly, neatly extending from the collar. From the collar to the thighs. Leg plates, one at a time.. bound between the metallic ankle bands and the torso. Articulated so delicately. Arms likewise, binding between the wrist bands and the torso. The staff.


It is probably too late already.

Oh, not quite. The beast is nearby. It's prowling. Run to it, there shall be no casualty. Go ahead, beast, you don't see this coming! It strikes, only to be deflected by my staff. The beast growls horribly. What a barrage it mounts.. in vain. Left, right, right, back, back. My turn! I hope this isn't too much... for the beast. Only a mere flash.. and it falls.

[SilverCrusader]

Name: Romell Kyre
Age: 26
Race: Human
Appearance:http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q206/SilverCrusader/RomellKyre.jpg

Gears and axles. They were all spinning. Spinning in a cyclone around him. Romell in the center, he knew what he was looking for. There was a glint. Hardly noticeable, but to him it was the glint of a thousand suns. He reached out for an object, the one that he saw. At last he had found it. He just needed to close his fingers and it was in his possession. He closed his fist, but instead of gripping what he sought after, he felt only air and a sharp pain on his head.
"Ow... What the..." Romell said rubbing the lump on his head. He looked down to see a wrench on the floor. And then looked out the window and realized they were grounded. After brushing himself off and getting up he went to go see what they were doing on the ground.
He walked past a few Sylth. Intelligent creatures, but for some reason they didn't speak much other than a few grunts and other gibberish. After working with them so long he picked up the meaning of these grunts so he could communicate effectively in their primitive language. Romell wasn't sure whether he was better off knowing their language or not.
He walked out the door and saw his superior standing there with a frown.
"Where were you? You know we could of used your help landing this thing," he said.
"I'm sorry... I must of dozed off," Romell replied with a sheepish grin.
"Don't let it happen again. Also, someone didn't shut off the engine right and it seems to be having some problems, I trust you'll be able to fix it. Consider it punishment for that little nap of yours."
"Yes sir," Romell said. Even if he didn't sleep he would of had to fix it, he is the only one aboard the ship that can do it in one night. Only human that is. Sylth could do it too, though he does rival many of them when it comes to mechanical things.
It took him nearly an hour to diagnose the problem. There was a cracked gear in the middle of the engine. Of course, he would have to disassemble half the thing to replace it. He sighed and went off to get himself a meal. It was going to be a long night.
Replacing the gear was easy, but then he had to put the engine back together, and it was not until late at night after everyone went to sleep that he was done. Romell sighed as he got up and reminisced the days when he and his grandfather built all sorts of contraptions. "I'm gonna teach ya' how to be the best mechanic alive," Romell heard his grandfather say. So much for that though, with the Sylth and all. Then again he never actually finished his grandfather's training. Romell's grandfather sent him on this airship to see if he is ready for the last step. But still, he didn't know what this last step of training was, just that it will somehow make him the greatest mechanic alive.
It was then he heard a commotion coming from outside the ship. He rushed outside onto the deck to see what it was making all this racket this late at night. To his surprise it was their captain fighting a beast of some sort. More crew flooded up to the deck to see what was happening. And instantly the deck became a stage with men making a ballyhoo urging their captain on.
He never got to see the captain much, but every time he did he was amazed. She was so graceful and beautiful, and she fought with such a calm demeanor. The excitement didn't last long as she disposed of the beast quickly and efficiently.
Romell didn't realize how tired he was until the fight was over. His eye lids became heavy as he went to the sleeping quarters. After falling downward on his bed sleep came in a matter of seconds.

[Graeme]

Name: Gon
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Race: Parum
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Background Story

Another day passed and another day safe. Safe. That’s all that really mattered anymore to the people of Niben. The townspeople feared this beast, but Gon knew better than that. Gon knew what real fear was, and he knew of the panic that would arise within the townspeople if he didn’t continue his work. Hunger was a much more fearsome beast than what lurked in the shadows of the night. Gon had seen men kill each other for a scrap of food, he had seen a mother die of starvation as she gave every last morsel of food to her children, and he had seen this town on the brink of destruction because of a poor harvest.

It was clear to Gon what his duties were: He needed to bring the town food, and in return, they would provide him shelter. That’s all he knew, and that’s all he ever asked for.

Of course, the dwindling number of farm aids worried Gon somewhat. It wasn’t that he feared being taken by the beast himself, but rather, he worried that he would not be able to harvest the vast fields of wheat by himself. It had once occurred to Gon that most of the townsfolk taken by the beast were his brethren – Parum, wolf-like creatures who seemed to grasp the fundamentals of magic. However, Gon never delved into this thought for more than the second that it took to create it. Such things were the responsibility of humans, and Gon knew better then to meddle in human affairs.

This thinking and mindset were very common for the Parum, a peculiar and secretive race. Although they had an innate sense of the Ley Winds around them, none of the Parum had ever wished to control or expand this gift. Even stronger than their desire to separate themselves from magic was their desire to remove themselves from the bureaucracy of human endeavours. The Parum were simply the farmers who farmed, the miners who mined, and the workers who worked. They were the gears of the complex machinery of the economy and society.

Gon began his walk from the far side of the field to the dimly-lit village. Three buildings shone light into the otherwise pitch-black night, and acted as beacons to guide the farmhands home. Gon listed the buildings in his head: a tavern remained open for the human town folk and the few human farm aids, a church stayed lit for the final service of the night, and the doctor’s house gave off a faint glow, indicating that the doctor intended to remain awake into the early hours of the morning.

Gon made his way through the maze of paths in the wheat fields that he had put to memory at the beginning of the season. He would occasionally stretch his hand out into the tall stalks, allowing his hands to feel the odd textures of the bunched-up spikelets. The crisp, cool air seemed to vibrate with the high-pitch buzz of the cicadas. The cicadas would join in, one at a time, buzzing loudly to bring music to the five or six farm hands remaining in the fields. As if in symphony, under the direction of an invisible conductor, they would then go silent, allowing the silence to spread throughout the valley. Once the echoes of their previous cries died out, the cicadas would resume their loud buzzing, singing for anyone who would listen to them.

Gon fretted as he reminded himself of the upcoming day. The humans called it a “day off,” a day of rest that they insisted was necessary for all beings; however, Gon wished only to spend his day off on the farm, working the fields to ensure a good harvest. Still, Gon took his time off, and regularly used it to bask under the sun in the town square. Even in these harsh times, the town square was a flurry of activity, where trading, talk, games and laughter were shared. This flurry of activity was proof to Gon that his hard work had merit and meaning, and it validated his existence in this town.

As Gon finished that thought, he neared his cabin on the edge of town. It was a small cabin made of the most meagre of materials, but it suited him just fine. Exhausted from the day’s work, Gon opened the door, shut it abruptly behind him and collapsed into his hay bed.

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The morning began with a sound that seemed vaguely familiar to Gon. It was something from his childhood, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. It was like the sound of a thousand birds fluttering their wings at once, and was accompanied by a feeling of increased pressure. It felt as though the air tripled in weight, making it all the more difficult for Gon to lift himself out of bed. The sound intensified and the pressure continued to grow until there was a large crash, and Gon’s entire world went black.

When he finally awoke, Gon overheard chatter just above him. He tried to sit up, but soon realized that he couldn’t muster the strength to open his eyes, let alone move his body. So he instead perked his ears to overhear the conversation. It was a woman’s voice, most likely a human, “. . . was found in that rubble of a cabin that our anchor took out . . . alive . . . few broken bones and bruises . . . real miracle!”

The woman spoke in a dialect that was difficult to interpret, and combined with Gon’s grogginess, it was difficult to discern what exactly happened or where he was. A man joined in on the conversation, “. . . could use some hard working Parum folk around here . . . very curious . . . be interested in having . . . around . . . keep him sedated . . . lift off . . . doesn’t get any ideas.”

Gon felt a sudden prick in his right arm, and drifted back to sleep.

OOC TEXT:
Just to clear up what exactly happened for the uninformed . . . When the ship landed in town it dropped one of its anchors onto my poor Parum's house. Gon awoke on the ship inside what appears to be a medical centre, but remained groggy and unable to move due to anaesthetic effects. The conversation heard above is between a female doctor who works on the ship and a higher-ranking individual on the ship. He intends to keep Gon on the ship as a worker, but also has additional plans for him in store.

[Magmaniac]

Dauchen
Male
Age 34
Lumin

I heard from an armless Parum in a bar a ways back of a beast of great proportion out this way in some nowhere village. Being the type of man I am, I figured It'd best be me to handle such a thing, else others be hurt in the process and maybe I can make some damned money. Ain't nothin' but nothin' that me an' Elizabeth can't handle. I recall a time where we was asleep on a hillside near a town after I had my share of women and spirits, you gotta have both you see, the women to make the spirits better and the spirits to make the women better, but anyways back to the point me and ol 'Beth were passed out off'n a hill an in the middle of the night a great ferocious cat beast pounced on us, I reckon it was gonna feed us off to it's litter somewhere in them hills y'see, took us for some stupid human an' all. Anyways I awoke and I grabbed up my old Elizabeth and put a nice big hole right through the head of that cat. Ate cat meat for weeks, not that I would recommend it though.
This mornin' we was comin' across some fields near that village we was seekin' and I saw the damndest thing, a great ship flew overhead and threw anchor. Right through some poor fellas house! I couldn'a just kept a'walkin so I convinced 'Beth fer us to take a peak in the destroyed house and I'll be god damned if there wasn't a Parum layin' there nearly in pieces. So I slung the poor fella over my back where Elizabeth could take god care of him and I waltzed into town. I got to where was the folks from the ship all a celebratin' and I says "OI! YOU STUPID FUCKS DAMN NEAR KILLED THIS POOR FELLAR!" A coupl'a them grabbed him right up and rushed him into that ship and some'n came to me and said a thanks for bringin' him in and this and that and have some spirits for yer trouble and I don't mind if I do and if you don't mind I'd like to go an' drink this here bottle dry in that allyway over there thank you for your company and good night.

[Biohazard]

I've changed my character idea, waiting on sirion for approval.

[kongurous]

From Graeme: [20:47] <GraemeW> I'm off WB for incompetent moderation (once again!), bb in a few months

[Faiien]

Name:Fir
Sex:Male
Age:???
Race:Varen

1.
The sun beat down upon my brow as I climbed up yet another hill in this maze of mazes. Exiled into the forest of Hearth was not exactly the ideal situation I wanted to be in.
Why did I have to speak up to the elder in the great hall?
Why did I have to cast my doubts out in the open where they could be heard by those who were used to the old ways.
I should have known curiosity would not sit well with those that had secret agendas within the council. So here I' am now, seeking for the lost and whispering to only the wind. I travel with only the clothes on my back and the bow in my hand.

2.
After taking the oath, I have known nothing but despair. As I look down on the world all I see is a great plague washing over the lands as those without the sight are completely oblivious to the fact that their happy days are about to end. Our people have charmed the land where we reside so that it will forever be hidden from the sightless. The council has agreed that the Varen shall do nothing to interfere with the current state of matters. Apparently, it is god's will for all those Unchosen to perish within the great depths of the abyss. Everything will cease to exist as those that have fallen rise again. But I cannot stand for this. I believe that we, as god's children, should lend each other aid if one of our own is in dire straits. I must seek the one that will light the darkness within the night. They told me I was only a child with foolish dreams but I will prove them all wrong. I shall save this world even if I must sacrifice my life to do so. May the light prevail within the darkest of nights.

3.
It has been 3 days since I have left the the eternal lands where time stands still as the world continues to revolve. The Varen are immortal in a sense. We age only when we have left behind the lands where we are born and travel to the mortal world. Even then, when in the mortal world, we age very slowly. Therefore the passage of time takes some getting used to when stepping inside and outside of the Eternal land.

As I traveled within the forest today I saw a glimpse of what appeared to be an airship in a nearby town. I came to investigate the situation but before I could arrive at my destination I was attacked by a rather ferocious creature. It appeared to be a native of the land and so I tried to speak to it but when asked, it did not respond. It simply lowered it's offensive stance and walked away, a very strange creature indeed. By the time I got to where the ship had landed the moon had chased the sun back into hiding and so I set up camp in a nearby clump of trees and rested for the night for I would surely need my energy the next morning.

Appearance (http://i38.tinypic.com/i42rt4.png)

[Vhaeraun]

Belstor leaned on his cane and looked down into the small hamlet of Niben. He chuckled to himself, not sure in the least why he had bothered to come to this small speck of land. He dropped his hand down to rest on air, and moved it as if stroking something. He said, "Come on, Bastion. Lets see what we can about an inn to lay these weary bones."

Belstor set off quickly, his clumps of white hair bouncing randomy on his head and his limp visibly painful, a grimace set on his wizened face. His hip hadn't pained him for months before this journey, which he still couldn't figure out why he walked in the first place.

He soon made it into the town, eyes staring from every doorway. Belstor passed a gaggle of farmers, who were whispering while looking at him. Belstor said, "Easy Bastion. They're not food."

He grinned at the farmers, his 8 remaining teeth giving him the sinister appearance of a carved pumpkin. They cringed and Belstor said, "Forgive my dog. He hasn't eaten in a fashion."

The farmers hurried off and Belstor let out a cackle, which sent every living thing within 5 yards skittering for cover. He walked for a building which resembled an inn and went in. He sat down in a chair near the counter and sighed; he hadn't sat in an actual chair for weeks.

When the barkeep came over, Belstor said, "Greetings, my good man. I was wondering what you could tell me about this beast plaguing this hole of a town."

The barkeep, still cleaning a mug, chuckled, "I doubt ye'll be able to do much, eh?"

Belstor waved his hand, "Lunch can come later, my fellow. What about the beast?"

The barkeep raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Well, it only shows up at sundown, so ye'll be waitin' till then."

Belstor growled, "I don't care for a show, damn you. What of the beast? I can barely hear your infernal grumbling, so speak up."

The barkeep sat down the mug, got dangerously close to Belstor's face and growled, "The beast only shows up at night, you thrice cursed failure."

Belstor smiled, "Excellent, then I shall make my post here until it rears it's ugly head. Now, how about that lunch, eh? I'm starving, and my beast here is hungry as well."

The barkeep shook his head and walked off to scrounge together some food. Belstor once again laid his hand down upon the air and pat, saying, "I hope to devil we can get out of here soon; I hate these heathens already, Bastion."

The man came back out with a bowl of stew. When he sat it before Belstor, he took note of the large bone in the middle of the bowl. Belstor fished it out and dropped it on the floor. The barkeep shouted, "What the devil was that for, ye damned fool!? I gotta scrub that floor for hours to keep it clean and you come in here and throw food on it?!"

Belstor shrugged, "My dog must eat, so sure."

He ate the bowl in silence, taking utmost delight in the ruminations of the barkeep as he walked back and forth cleaning the countertop, scowling unceasingly at him. When he finished with the bowl, he said, "Now, is there a room on the downstairs which I can let whilst here? I absolutely loathe stairs."

The barkeep smiled, "Only got one room left, and it's at the top of those stairs."

Belstor growled, "Fine, I'll take it. I'm weary from my journey, and must rest if I am to fight your beast."

Belstor struggled up the stairs, taking the better part of an hour to make it up two flights of stairs. When he got up, he was so tired, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

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Belstor was roused from sleep by a flash of light. He struggled down the stairs to see what the devil had happened, and discovered a ruckus in the inn. A feast seemed to be going on, and when he asked about it, he was told the beast was dead. And when he walked out to see for himself, he saw the airship before the body of the brute. Without a doubt, he knew he would return home in style - at the very least, he would be riding with the ship until he arrived home.

[Biohazard]

Name: Sor
Gender:Male
Age:Unknown

http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2286/griffin2zl4.jpg

The rest comes later. Interested? Harhar

[Starcraft78cwal]

Name: Jack Talin
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance: Jack has a slim frame, and is well toned.


Jack climbed over the last stretch of the hill. The journey had really taken its toll, and he was sweating profusely. Before he had a chance to collapse from exhaustion, however, he noticed there was a small, almost unnoticeable village tucked in between the valleys. Or perhaps the reason it was hard to see was just because it was night. Jack sighed, realizing he might as well head to the village for a rest, instead of laying on the hill like he had before, for so many nights.

He slipped into the village unchallenged and unquestioned. Usually whenever he went in any civilized place looking like a dirty rag dragged through mud, feces, and who knows what else, he was stopped, if not refused entrance entirely. He found this a little odd. In fact, the village seemed completely dead.

Continuing through the village (after scavenging food from a few houses here and there), he saw a rather odd sight. There was a rather large airship in town, and a collection of people watching quite the spectacle. There appeared to be an elegant woman in battle with a large, troll-like beast. Jack gaped. This was not what he expected when he came to this tiny village. He clutched his mana gem tightly, then continued onward.

By the time he got there, however, the fight was over. The woman had won, and her crew (they were obviously the ones who came in the airship, as they looked nothing like the villagers) were cheering loudly. Intrigued, Jack continued into the clearing.

[neobowman]

(note that this is my first serious attempt at joining an rp)
Name: Guy Aurion
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Asian, thin, average height, black hair, red eyes

Tired and hungry, Guy came over the crest of the hill and fell on the blood soaked ground. The blood was not his own and he would have wondered where it came from if he did not pass out.

When Guy woke up, he automaticaly went through a quick overview of where he was. He was in a small room, made of wood. Beside the bed he was lying down in was a desk with a lamp. His bow, quiver, and knife where on a shelf on the other side of the room. He decided that he was either taken captive, or he was being nursed to health.

"If the person who took me in did not have good intentions, he would not put my weapons where I could reach them I'm in no shape to fight him even if he was. I'll have to rest."

Guy vaguely saw an image of his past home, beautiful arches on the outside, delicious food and a comfortable life had he stayed. Two years ago, he left in the middle of the night to lead a travelling life, hunting animals for food and bartering with commoners he met on the way for weapons and tools. He had recently come across the mountains and was out of food. He headed for smoke hoping that it would lead to a village. He collapsed onto the hill before he could get there.

The door slowly opened. Guy would normally assume a combat posture in this kind of situation but he was in no shape to do so. He waited on the bed hoping that whoever came in did not wish to eat him.

"Thank goodness you're alright, I thought you were dead."
"Wh-Where am I"
"You are in the village of Niben. You have collapsed on top of the hill beyond my farm and I brought you to my house. My name is Rose"
"Thanks for taking me in. I'll try to recover quickly so I won't be a burden."
"Nonsense. Stay as long as you need to in order to recover. What were you doing anyway?"
Guy stayed silent.

Over the next two weeks, Guy helped out Rose on the farm. She was in her fourties but looked young. Guy learned of the great beast that came out in the night. He himself had become stronger during his travels though he had enough common sense to know that he would not be a match for the beast. Guy wanted to become stronger so that he could tackle such monsters for bounties. The excitement of battle may also have been a part of his drive. Guy decided to leave as soon as possible. He felt pity for the town but knew that he could not help.

Guy prepared to leave one day when an airship had come over the mountains and landed in the village. He did not know who they were but he decided to leave in the night just in case the crew were hostile. Guy had learned over his journey that you could never be too careful.

The plan did not work out as he planned. He was out of his bed, weapons in hand and provisions in his bag, and when he opened the door to leave, he saw the great beast being utterly destroyed by a woman with silver hair. He knew then that he must learn. He would wait a while longer and would join the crew of the airship.

He immdeiatly went out and asked someone how he could join the crew. He was directed to someone known as Chiefy. Chiefy saw the bow in Guy's hand and seemed to take a good look at him. Eventually, he agreed to let guy onboard but he would need to help out with the regular tasks on the ships just like the other crew members. Guy didn't worry about all the cleaning, cooking and fixing. He'd done all that before.

[Graeme]

Ooc note: I'm back, just a little scuffle with the po-lice. No hard feelings either way though, let's keep these characters rolling <:3.

[Darmago]

I am Jasad Al-Keyef, or I used to be. Before I joined this ship, I was Jasad Al-Keyef, Student of Ezra Olagoka, who was student of Tophik Ibn-Haruk, the greatest of mechanisters who built five of the seven walking cities of the desert nomads. Ezra was the man who made the power stones, or mana stores as I've heard them called, for each of the cities, truly a master at his work. Under his tutelage I have learned of the Ley Winds, and how their power can be harnessed to a specific object to power unimaginable things. Ezra was truly a genius of his field, he was the first one to find out that the store's innate geometry was actually why they worked as Mana stores in the first place. He also discovered that you can alter the geometry to get specific results. Most common store's are like a dulled blade, where given enough power they can do what you intend, but they're extremely wasteful. The stores that Ezra built, that I built are scalpels. Finely honed, very good at what they need to do, but also sometimes very fragile. The Mana-store that powered the walking city I lived on for most of my life was a piece of beauty. The single largest piece of unearthed granite I have ever seen, this store was covered in the chisel-marks of my master, who spent days upon days carving runes into this beast to augment its power. Some of the Runes are inlaid with Gold, to help increase their potency, others, don't need it. City legends say that Ezra and Tophik trapped a god inside that stone, the truth is that Ezra created a mana store so powerful, that the largest current of ley-winds in the area runs straight through it. Ezra died, not too long after he considered my education complete.

Years later, the city had stopped by the eastern outskirts of the desert, to trade. I had set up my stall in a city market, selling my stores when a few travelers, who looked nothing like the easterners who show up at this market, came to me and requested that I build them a store for their Airship. They showed me poorly-taken photograms of their previous store, and the damage that had been done to it. I told them that I could indeed make them a new store, and in fact I could make a new store that was 75% smaller, but still put out the same amount of energy. I also told them that by no means would this be cheap.

And so, I spent the next few weeks on board their airship, crafting my own masterpiece. A mana store who's intricacies rivaled that of my master's, crafted of solid Jet, inlaid with runes of gold. This store, could be a gift to a king, and it was being used to power an airship.

I worked for a good twelve days on that store. Twelve days of the most demanding work I have ever done, yet the hardest part remained yet to come. This core was designed to be able to charge itself. The rune on the top, which spiraled out from the very tip of the store down made it so that while moving through ley winds, it would store more power. But even designed to charge itself, it needed an initial charge before it would start to work. The sheer size of this store made it so that trying to charge it by oneself would kill a man. Thankfully there were a few Varen on the ship, who were willing to help. The charging for a store of this size and power is always very formal. There were prayers to be intoned, rituals to follow. When it comes down to it, its just an inane attempt to take every precaution to keep it from exploding.


To be continued

[Defil3r]

Name: Yhsyfru (yeah-SEE-froo)
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Race: Sylth
Appearance: Included Below

Yhsy had always regretted this position. He always chose the easiest way out, always took the path that required the least amount of effort. And for what? His labors were reduced to just that; Labor.

The Sylth was at the very pit of the ship, twisting the occasional disobedient valve, adjusting the random pressure differences until they reached equilibrium, smacking a wobbling pipe with the butt of his pistol. He was operating the coolant systems of the ship, the lifeblood that kept the engines from overheating. In all plainness, Yhsy made sure cold water kept the secondary engines from overheating. He glanced around for the hundredth time that evening; His entirety was surrounded by a confusing network of brass tubes and pipes, each one configured slightly different from the last. The floor was a translucent glass, and even more pipes running about underneath. Hinges were attached to the side of each panel with a lock and knob on the opposite end, in case a floor-window ever needed to be opened to reach the pipes beneath. And that was too often.

The channels looped and curved and danced all around his head, a dim blotch of gold reflecting from the light-stones that were placed about the maze of hallways in a noticeable pattern. Patterns. These pipes might have seemed confusing, but they weren’t. Every hallway the Sylth Engineer passed through was, to some extent, identical to the previous. He barely even read the map that they issued some ten years ago. Too easy.

Patterns, patterns, patterns…

He seemingly meandered along, though, his path was predefined. Ghsovly, the Chief Engineer for this deck, had ordered him to patrol the sections – He had forgotten the names, this route being his default for such a long time – searching for any leaks or problems in the regulators. He felt like the guardsman, touring his chosen path about some random village, chastening the intermittent suspicious bystander, and correcting them even less frequently. The only difference between Yhsy and the fictional guard being that the guard chose his course.

Maintaining this place was too easy, even for a Sylth. Six of his fellows covered a total area of about nine-hundred by one-hundred-twenty feet, and there hadn’t ever been any major issue or conflict that wasn’t quickly resolved by logic of his comrades. Too easy. Turn a knob, tighten a bolt, readjust a gauge; This was done without a second guess. Yhsy could walk through a hallway and subconsciously adjust all of the whining ducts, his hand reaching up and twirling the jutting handle. As it is described, is sounds as if anyone could do it; Yhsy challenged any two-faced soft-skin that thought it knew something about anything to perform his job with the facility that Yhsy or any of his coworkers do.

Yhsy checked himself once again, so uncontested that he nearly forgot that he was there. Around his torso hung a loose, brown vest that looked as though it had been dragged through a thousand campaigns of mechanical failure (For all that Yhsy knew, it probably had.), the worn leather adorned in all manner of scratches and bruises and pockmarks. A thin, black belt crossed his chest diagonally, to the strap itself attached a small rucksack full of various utensils that Yhsy never used. Thick, rubber gloves that squeaked whenever they moved climbed up his forearms, the matte black finish contrasting from the rotten russet of his vest. From his waste draped a jet skirt that fell to his ankles. As he was observing himself, Yhsy noticed his face – Or, for a better term, the lack of it -reflecting off the glass. Over his triangular head was a completely black leather face mask, a belt fastened over the back of his head to keep it from sliding off his snout. The nose holes were cut and replaced by fine cloth of the same color, which didn’t make breathing through the thing any easier. Where his eyes were, two metal cylinders resided, each with almost sheet-like rubies embedded into the sockets. The gems were imbued with mana, the magical force, and many claimed that this made them see clearer; Sharper, more precise. Crisp.

To the Sylth wearing it, however, the “improvement” was unobtrusive. In fact, Yhsy went so far as to say it made his vision worse. But, his complaints aside, all Engineers were required to wear it, as to protect their faces from the heat and hazard.
Even though Yhsy was nowhere near either of those, he had to wear it, anyways. The technician made on final note of his draconic feet poking out from beneath the robe, and he was fairly certain his tail was behind him. The rest of his body was etched in dull orange scales.

Finally, Yhsy noted the pane of frost that blanketed the glass beneath him, and, as if his realization had triggered some queue, the cold that he had only recently forgotten enfolded him once more, reminding him of how sluggish he really was. Cold-blood, a critical weakness of his kind. The Sylth shivered – Such a human reaction, he thought – and ignored it. After awhile, his mind began to wander while his brain did the work. He thought of yesterevening, how his Captain had single-handedly slain the great beast… Something he had seen her do dozens of times. While everyone else seemed to cheer and fawn over this marvelous feat, Yhsy remained unimpressed. She even used her clichéd flashy-light ability that seemed to somehow brush away any obstacle that might come in her path. He didn’t remember the name of the talent, if it even had a name, and frankly, he didn’t care anymore. He had only seen his good Captain a few times, and each time she portrayed the stereotypical elegance and bravado of any good heroine from any good book. Yhsy waved away this interpretation just as easily as he had waved away the countless opportunities to learn his Captain’s name. Just as long as she paid him and kept him from dying, getting to know his leader was just as useless as wearing the leather face mask.

Suddenly, a sudden weight in his heart gradually pulled him from his daydreaming. A otherworldly clamor resounded from the other side of the wall, like the whipping of ten-thousand howling winds through the same, unyielding cherry bush. If Yhsy had been less experienced, the Sylth wouldn’t have realized that this was the whir of the chain as the anchor dropped. It was both a frightening and comforting; a knick-knack and a shawl. He halted his tour and listened, the sound of the shackle going on for what seemed like forever. At last, Yhsy jolted in sequence with the explosion of reverberation that signaled that the anchor had found land. “It is very accurate,” one old Rax had told him. “It is always guaranteed to hit the ground.”
This thought made the Sylth chuckle. Yet, this wavered as the noise continued. While, it was commonly heard as a loud “thoomp,” as anyone would tell you, there was something distinctively different about this drop…
… Hidden among the bellow of metal was the sharp pitch of shatter. The Anchor had landed on something.

With a spring in his step – Powered more by curiosity than anything – Yhsy galloped to the nearest porthole to observe the unlucky object that was smashed by the forty-ton appendage. True; it was not uncommon for the weight to utterly destroy anything beneath it, not to mention leaving behind a crater big enough to fit a house, this time it sounded distinctly… Artificial. Like splintering wood, only much louder.

As Yhsy arrived, one of his companions was already crouching down to see through the glass. He was joined by Yhsy, who immediately asked in the native tongue of the Sylth – A perfect tongue, in Yhsy’s opinion, completely dominated by simplistic grunts and whistles that each meant something completely different depending on the tone in which it was emitted – what had happened. His crewmember responded in similar dialect, though, common tongue invented by man was tossed in his sentences like spices of a stew.
Disgraceful, Yhsy thought.

Regardless, it was explained to him that the anchor had demolished someone’s home below them as it fell. They both pondered this event for a moment, calculating all the repercussions and consequences that such a happening would obviously create and reached a final conclusion;
None of them directly affected them.

They both seemed to share this thought, and knew it to be modest. They chuckled, stood, separated, and continued their task, completely ignorant of the destruction below.

OOC: Holy crap. Long post.

[KillerKow]

OoC: This is my first online RP, so if I'm doing it wrong, let me know. Thanks =)

Name: Jeyrr
Race: Human
Age: 14
Appearance: Average height (for his age, of course); dark, brown, messy hair; pale, greyish eyes.

Astounding. Brilliant. Incredible. Fantastic. Too few words there are to describe the events that I have seen on this night. And now I know what I am going to do.

I ventured to this town purely by accident. Well, not accident per se, but by random chance. I wander where my feet will take me, seeking adventure. And I think I've found it.

As soon as I entered this dreary place, I knew something was amiss. The people seemed fearful in their daily lives, as if something haunted their every waking moment. And, as this would suggest, something did. A great beast emerged from the shadows during the darkest hours of the night and slaughtered the villagers. And each night, I watched it kill, staring in awe at its power. But it was nothing compared to her. Compared to the woman of the airship.

She strode toward the beast without the looming fear of the village. Her confidence radiated over the airship's crew. She was graceful, swift... Magic. She dispatched the beast with what seemed to be no effort at all.

She had power. I wanted it.

I knew what I had to do. I had to board the ship. It would not have been the first time I had to do something dangerous, or risky. At age 11 I had left home in search of something new. Something better. I forgot my family, my home, and everything that resided with it. I kept only the clothes on my back, my quick mind and my talent for language.

Well, there was one other thing.

Years ago, I had a mentor named Bronstein. From him, I learned the many languages of this world, from the various human dialects to the nearly unintelligible grunts of the Sylth (although to be honest, what they say is barely worth listening to anyway). Through my use of words, I have thus far been able to survive on the hospitality of others.

Before I left, Bronstein approached me. He knew I planned to leave. How? I do not know. But just before my dismissal of everything that had become my life, he gave to me a small, dull stone. And by some strange magic I cannot begin to understand, this stone has blessed my body with the ability to live on little to no rations and without sleep. Its incredible power is probably the only reason I still live today.

And as I said, I left home to search for adventure. It seems now that I have found it. But first, I need to board that ship.

I need to become a stowaway.

[DarkMirror]

Name: Krii
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Kiith (A sort of insect-centaur, or, if you've heard of them, something akin to a Drider)

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Krii sighed, sitting on the upper main deck of the airship and leaning over the railing, her eight legs splayed out. The wind blew her hair around, and she turned around, skittering off to a patch of railing where she had already tied a silk rope around. Sighing, she spun a new line and crawled down her older one, heading down the curve of the hull and towards the anchor line.

Eventually she had clambered down the entire massive metal chain, leaving a extra line of silk behind her, and descended into the shattered wreck of the house that had unfortunately been crushed when they had set down. Carefully picking her way through the rubble, she made her way into the semi-permanent camp that had been made, nodding to a few of the other crew members who were also doing stuff down here.

Smiling, she accepted a drink, some sort of fruit concoction, and took a sip, grimacing. She carefully removed a small wineskin from her leather harness, pouring a small bit of the blood contained within into the glass before taking another sip, which was now much more enjoyable. She stood, perfectly comfortable to remain on her eight legs, and reflected on her duties recently. Not a lot had had to been done, and she had been content to relax on the ship. Her job was to inspect and repair the outer hull of the airship, which was easy for her with her legs and the ability to spin silk safety lines.

"Ah well," she said to herself, "I'm sure things will get interesting soon."

[Flametrooper]

(To be edited with my intro post tomorrow-postponed again, sorry.)

[Sikawtic]

[OOC] I have a question, do the Ley Streams constantly expand the known world into a larger one or is the world already infinite? ie) you could travel forever in a single direction and find infinite lands and peoples? or... is it such that one could find such an "end" to the current world and affect the growth of the next section causing it to be a land made to the magicians specifications? Just wondering... I'm reading the thread now and will probably make a character.

[Sirion]

In response to Sikawtic: The Ley Streams constantly expand the worlds, shaping the boundaries slowly. They have slowed down considerably since the early years of the world. A magician at the worlds edge could shape it, but only very minimally. Affecting the creation of lifeforms requires skill and knowledge that no man really has. He could create non-organic, simple objects relatively easily.

[Sikawtic]

Name: Jakkin
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human, originally
Weapon of Choice: Magic.

Jakkin could see the next town in the distance. It would appear as a tiny speck of dust in the distance, to a normal human - but Jakkin had always had keen eyes. He could make out the smoke stacks and general shapes of some of the main buildings, but most importantly... he saw the airship in floating serenely above the horizon.

He walked with sturdy steps, and a quiet clanking sound could be heard with pace. Every once in awhile, his armored boot would appear from under his rather large and bulky robes, causing light to reflect unnoticed into the surround forests and plains. Often he searched his surroundings -- he was not fond of unannounced visitors.

Thoughts constantly filled his mind... memories of the past. Memories of that night. He tried to remember the events before it, but could not. But remember he did, the carnage. All four of his siblings, his parents and even his dog had met their end that night.

Did I do it?

He always flinched when he thought of this possible explanation. Could he have been possessed? Did he snap? Was it because of his experiments into the unknown magics? He shuddered once more and threw his train of thought aside.

He occupied his mind by searching the horizon once more. His mechanical legs began whining, he would have to take a break a soon and give them time to cool off. He reached into his robes and found the dark stone tied around his neck. A new stone would have to be found, his was running out of energy.

Another recharge or two and his legs would fail from lack of mana... if only he could succeed in his latest project...

***

The wind was beginning to pick up. It tossed back his hood, throwing his dark-gold hair back away from his tan face -- revealing black tribal tatoos expanding from his forehead to chin, and then down his neck on the left side of his profile. He had piercing green eyes set under dark brown eyebrows.

He was still miles from the town, and it was getting dark.

I'm sick of walking anyways... he thought.

Jakkin untied the top of his robe and pulled it down to his waist, where he tied it tightly. One could now tell that the tatoos expanding onto his entire chest, back and arms... stopping at his wrists. Most people, however noticed the *other* characteristic first.

Jakkin expanded his wings, reaching their glorious 16 foot span. They wer brown on the top, with white underneath. A very deep rich brown, almost red appeared close to the tips. He crouched first, his legs whining a bit, forced his wings downward and shot into the sky.

***

The darkness of the falling night had covered his landing, just a couple hundred yards from the town. He pulled his wings tight to his back and replaced his dark robe over them, pulled his hood back over his head and walked quietly towards the town. After buying a quick meal from a street vendor he made his way towards the airship.

***

Registration done, Jakkin boarded the airship and found a dark corner within the residential section to sit down. He pulled forth his stone and concentrated for a few moments... hovering the gem inches from his still robed legs. He could sense the restoration complete and stayed his concentration, but not before sweat beaded at his brow. It was best to do magic before bed, he thought... it, on top of the weeks march, would provide him with sufficient sleep.

[3Vee]

Name: Eiill
Race: Lumin
Age: 27

It used to be better trading in Niben. Then, you could come in with a wagon of goods, sell them all for five times their probable value, and stay over for a week on the generosity of the innkeeper. Everyone would come to hear the news, or the rumors, or the tall tales - the governor had died, some pretender had declared new Empire, a walking tree up in the colder areas. It was a rare trader who could tell even the most preposterous story to any reception other than cheers and another round on somebody else. In fact, it was the true ones that got the worst reception. Truth, they always said, was stranger than your campfire.

Now - well, for the past few years, any trader coming through would sell out what he could in an afternoon and take off again into the sunset, hoping nothing supernatural disturbed his journey. To be sure, the occasional foolhardy hard-drinking man who thought he had something to prove would swear there was nothing to the villagers' stories - uncivilized rubbish! - and volunteer to stay outside in the night to prove it. As far as Eiill could recall, one of them had been heard from again, and he was very quiet about that night.

This time had been so very different. The airship was what had convinced him to stay. He had been packing up the wagon, preparing to go, when the ship hove into view. He finished packing in a hurry and ran to join the crowd. Once before he thought he had seen one of the great ships on the horizon - and his companions had laughed him down. "What, you think we're in the Empire again?" This time, there could be no doubt. And then the party! Eiill could throw a mean party himself, could talk you into thinking it was an even better party than it was on top of it all. Fact of the matter was, the only reason to be a trader was that it got you that extra money to spend on whatever you wanted. Beat being a thief all hollow - while there would never be anything like the thrill of being hunted, it could get a mite too hair-raising at times. Still, the airship's crew knew how to lay it down, and Eiill was grateful. Grateful enough to stick around on the off-chance he'd last the night, as what was left in the wagon could probably be sold for even more on the next day if he survived. And if not - well, there were worse ways to go than half-drunk and completely stuffed after seeing an airship.

He'd been too cloudy-minded to worry much when the monster showed up that night, but not so muddled-headed as to not notice when the captain showed up suddenly - and where had she - she? she! - been the whole time? - and nearly contemptuously dispatched the beast.

After that, well, he had to get on the ship. Not exactly to follow the woman, because that made no sense even from his semi-inebriated perspective on his self-knowledge. He was good-looking, yes, of course. Born with it, like the other Lumin, if not especially distinguished or any taller than usual. Well-muscled through hard work, but the other traders still called him scrawny, and they might have a point. There was a downside, after all, to being able to talk other people into doing your work. The black hair he had, now that might be a bit unusual. And then there was the incident where he had gotten away from muggers because they half-saw him in torchlight and thought he was a vampir. Still, no chance of anything like, well, that with the captain. But this ship had to be the best place to see fantastic things, and to a Lumin's sensibilities...

The innkeeper was more than eager to take the wagon and team - not to mention all the cargo except what Eiill considered absolutely necessary to survive, also known as food and water, enough to fit in his pack - off of his hands. He even handed over as part of his payment an impressive-looking greatsword which he said, "Had been in the family, but my only son he died, and me I'm old, so best you have it. The First only know what you'll get into out there, and they also know the times you and your kind have filled my inn with you tales and sold my beer and ale for me. First bless you, man, though I don't expect to see you again." Eiill strapped it on, trying to look like he didn't quite know what to do with the weapon, and trying with somewhat less success to hide his satisfaction at finding that even the innkeeper had never realized the presence of the long knives he kept hidden under the kilt of his tunic.

Then, he hurried to where the airship was anchored, and sought out a few of the - "friends" he had made last night among the crew - a motley group, all of them. "You taking on volunteers?" he asked one man, who looked sideways at the hilt of the sword sticking up over Eiill's shoulder. "Wellll," the man drawled, "If you actually know how to use that thing, maybe talk to the chiefy over there." He pointed. "'S'how many of us ended up here in the first place. Eiill thanked the man, with a touch of silver for good manners, and headed towards "chiefy", who seemed to be employed in keeping clueless villagers away from the ship. Chiefy spared him half a glance, and about that many words, "Another one of you? Well, you know how to travel at least, though unlike you need the food. Get up there." Eiill stood stunned for a minute, then rushed to the gangplank and up, thanking his stars and the First that he didn't trip over his own feet. Staring at the crowd gathering in the ships hatchway, Eiill had enough sense left to make his way to a wall apart from the crush and collapse himself into as small a space as he could, long traveler's instinct and learned channeling of magic power doing a better job than could reasonably be believed. "Well," he muttered, "What next? Usually I'm not the one who ends up confused." He could appreciate the irony of the situation.

[OOC: I'm not sure on the age thing here with the different races. I was aiming for a general stage of life: sort of "prime of life", with some experience under the belt but not yet middle-aged or starting to lose strength. So I can change that if necessary to fit Lumin ...physiology, or whatever it is.]

[Sikawtic]

[[OOC: How can people create mana stores if you must already have the mana in order to focus it into the object at hand? Can mana stores only be created by the origin point? (where the streams are apparently more reachable, deferred from your OP Sirion.) Also, can someone reach such ley streams by reaching the end of the known/formed world? How about my reaching a high altitude?]]

[Sirion]

I'll be clarifying magic a lot in the first Arch, but you can focus it from the Ley Streams or from other sources. To create a mana store takes time, whilst using one takes none. The Ley Streams are strongest at the origin, and the further away you get the weaker they become. At the end of the world they are only more potent because the world is formless. It doesn't have a set shape, and it's relatively easy to manipulate that ship while its in production. In higher altitudes, the winds are more potent and powerful.

[Fiendwurm]

(ooc: How much technology is there? You mentioned magic tanks, so I'm wondering if there are things like automatic weapons and motorcycles. ooc/)

[Faiien]

ooc will we be starting this soon Sirion?

[Sirion]

Fiendwurm: Most vehicles will be available in mechanical form. Nothing will be too smooth or well made, and everything will have a steampunk feel. Automatic weapons will also be in this, though maybe similar to the first machine guns used. Technology-wise, imagine it to be around early nineteenth century level and lower.

And to Faiien and all the others who I am sure are just as anxious as I am to get this going, I still have people contacting me and requesting new races, ideas, etc. I figure it may take one more day at the most, and if all of our potential players are not signed up by then I will definitely start this.

Also, for those of you who aren't actually on the ship yet, you may edit your previous post or post again to show everyone what happens. You won't get another chance ;)

[Fiendwurm]

(ooc:Fiendwurm: Most vehicles will be available in mechanical form. Nothing will be too smooth or well made, and everything will have a steampunk feel. Automatic weapons will also be in this, though maybe similar to the first machine guns used. Technology-wise, imagine it to be around early nineteenth century level and lower.Just what I wanted.;)

Post coming soon. ooc/)

[KillerKow]

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."

That's what I told myself when I asked myself what in the hells I was going to do when I managed to get my way on to the ship. Well, I'm at that bridge, and I still don't have a solid plan.

Thankfully, I was able to slip aboard by stepping in one of the many boxes that was being loaded onto the airship. Strangely enough, every single one of them were completely empty. And luckily, I'm light enough that the people carrying the boxes didn't notice me in it.

Or maybe they're just stupid.

Either way, I am currently residing in the very roomy cargo bay of the airship, and I have absolutely no idea where I'm headed next. I'm thinking I'll have to hide out until the airship takes to the air, lest I be simply kicked off.

Although, it might be better to be kicked off here than several miles (ooc note: measurement units?) in the air.

[Ender]

ooc: Oh shit here we go.

Name: Indrani
Race: Valda
Age: 31

Indrani was bored.

She hated being bored. Boredom was perhaps the state of existence she considered worst above all, and, it seemed, the state she was most often in. But that was why she was still alive. When you’re an assassin, waiting is all you do. Waiting for your target to present themselves. Waiting for them to be alone. Waiting for the exact opportune moment. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. Sometimes Indrani found ways to pass the time. Today, she wasn’t so lucky. Her many knives were already sharpened, and so were her two favorite weapons, a pair of short, curved blades belted onto her small back. She’d found before that sharpening her weapons was an excellent way to pass the time, in addition to keeping her prepared for any event.

Men were also in short supply in this miniscule wart on the earth known as Niben. The tavern she was sitting in was utterly devoid of anyone attractive, though she found many of the males of any race a complete waste of time - they all had an inflated view of their worth. The males of her race, the Valda, were the exact opposite of the females. Whereas the women were tiny, standing universally below five feet and never weighing much over 110 pounds, the men were enormous, standing well over six feet and 220 pounds on average. They were also stupid and were willingly submissive to the dominant, matriarchal rule of the Valdan females. To Indrani, men of any race shared the first trait and often woefully lacked the second.

The diminutive Valdan looked up from her thoughts when the first roar from outside sounded. She smiled and stood to her full height of four feet, nine inches. She nimbly walked out of the tavern, scowling at the bartender who was clearly angry she hadn’t ordered a thing, and witnessed a most marvelous sight: some monster was laying waste to this pitiful little town. She smiled at the futile attempts of the naïve villagers who were attempting to deter the creature. She looked past the carnage, into the sky, and saw an airship speeding toward the town. Indrani giggled with glee as the airship landed and its captain leapt forth to do battle with the creature. Indrani settled down to watch the battle. She paid careful attention to the captain’s movements and tactics and watched, impassive, as she eventually vanquished the creature. She watched as the crew disembarked and began to move throughout the town, some buying supplies, some heading to the taverns. Indrani leapt to her feet and scampered toward a very suitable target - a large, stupid looking male (weren’t they all) who was clearly looking for a woman.

At this moment, Indrani was happy to oblige. She ducked into the tavern through which he entered and stepped into a shadowy corner, effectively disappearing some vision.

Here was that boredom again. Waiting for the man to become sufficiently drunk to lose any semblance of intelligence he had left. When she deemed the moment had come, she moved forward from the shadows and began walking toward him. The man looked up and saw her coming, his eyes roaming over her, surprised at what he saw. It was clear he - like many others - had never seen a Valdan before. He stared at her dark skin, something like a cross between two deep shades of blue and purple. His eyes trailed down her waist length midnight black hair and traced the swirling black tattoos that covered the parts of her body visible past the thin, black fabric which clung to every scintillating curve of her small, lithe body. He smiled drunkenly as she parted her full lips in a mischievous grin and her dark eyes sparkled suggestively. She walked directly to him and gingerly lowered herself into his waiting lap.

“Hi,” she said, sliding her arm around his shoulders, hoping he wouldn’t notice her weapons.
“Uh… hi…” he said in return.
“Did you come in on that airship that just arrived? With that heroic woman who saved us all from that awful monster?”
He smiled proudly, clearly very self-satisfied. “I did!”
Indrani smiled again as he began sliding his hands across her body. She could feel his excitement beneath her, and that was what she wanted. She stood and took his hand and pulled him outside.
“What? Where are we going?”
She laughed and pulled him around the corner, back into the alley behind the inn. Indrani pushed him back against the wall of the inn.
“Ow!”
She grinned and pressed her body against his, sliding her hand beneath the waistline of his uniform. He groaned and his body slumped slightly. She continued her stimulation for a few minutes, patiently playing the part until the crewman began to sweat and breathe heavily… and then she stopped. He looked at her, shocked and helpless.
“But…”
She smiled at him, biting her lip slightly. She stood on her tip-toes, just enough to, combined with the slump of his body, to place her mouth next to his ear.
“Just wait until you get me onto your ship…”
He turned and looked at her blankly. She looked back.
He can’t be this stupid.
“Then there will be much, much more…” she whispered. A slow smile stretched across his face as he began to understand.
“You want to come on the ship with me?”
She nodded.
“Okay!”

Off they went, Indrani grimacing as he stumbled across the town the entire way.

[Biohazard]

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(ooc: final character edit, Sirion approved of course)

Sor sat beside his massive father, observing their territory. The sun was setting over the massive forest casting mysterious shadows across the land. Sor couldn’t help but feel proud as he sat next to his father, who had accomplished so much in his lifetime. He was nervous, however, because his father had been acting suspicious lately and had called him to this spot to tell him…something.

“I am sending you away from the pride,” his father’s voice was deep and wise.

“I am banished?” Sor was shocked.

“There is a flying machine that will be crossing into our lands soon, go to it. Their journey, I sense, will be an important one. Watch over them, they mustn’t fail,” Sor’s father turned and walked back into the cave that they had made their nest.

Sor sat for a moment, staring off into the distance. He had never seen anything other than game in the forests and plains, only hearing stories of the beings that lived beyond. However, he had to do what his father said, he was the alpha. Suddenly he sensed it; something had entered their territory, something large.

Sor bolted forward and dove off the cliff with his wings spread, catching an updraft he began to ascend into the air with several powerful wing beats. Soon he was soaring high above the land, carefully watching the horizon. He wasn’t sure what this giant machine was going to look like, but he felt he would know when he saw it.

After several minutes of gliding he saw it, a giant mechanical form in the distance fluttering in the air as if it were a bird. Sor’s superior eyesight gave him a good look at the machine, its wooden exterior gave away its age at first glance but its size did not fully come into perspective until Sor saw the tiny figures aboard it. The ship was huge.

After several minutes of chasing, the gryphon finally caught up with the ship and landed on the highest mast. He looked down at the creatures below; those that had noticed him were attempting to get the attention of those that hadn’t. Soon, all eyes were upon him as he sat high above them, he wasn’t sure what else to do, so he puffed his chest out and stared off into the distance. Eventually the creatures went about their business, though Sor still felt the constant presence of eyes watching him.

[Magmaniac]

Dauchen
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So I woke up this mornin' (my head bein' in one hell of an ache, what was in that bottle anyhow? somethin' fierce! I'll have to think to get some more of that before I head off again!) anyways this mornin' as I was a layin' there in that alleyway I felt the first light of the sun on my face and woke up to find many a them people from the ship hustlin' about seeming like they was gettin' ready to leave.
So I get up and I look around and straighten myself out a bit and I says "ALRIGHT!" I says, "Where's this here BEAST I been hearin 'bout thats been a scarin' you people to death? Me an' my gal are fixin' to put a nice round hole straight through 'is head!"
After I was done sayin' that a coupla them humans looked up at me from what they was doin' and one of 'em says to me, "You drunkard, our captain defeated the beast hours ago, not fifty yards from where you now stand, and If I'm not mistaken, you were a'lyin' right there during the confrontation."
"Captain?" I says, an' lookin up at the ship, Captain of that ship he musta meant. "Captain of that ship, eh?" I asked of em.
'e looked up at me again and scoffed (like any senseless human does, eh? haha) and he says "COURSE that ship, eh? You see any other?" an' I almost said wha' about the other ship but that was the spirits of the bottle foolin' me playin around with my visions (them tricky spirits oho.)
So I says, while I'm grabbin' my pack up together and puttin' it on my back I says, "So tell me about this captain of yours then."
The man saw my Elizabeth on my back as I was walkin' towards him and a look come to his eye and he says "Well, she's very powerful, our captain. We don't really know much about her though, she mostly just shows up when she's needed. Say, what the hell kind of gun is that? I ain't never seen nothin' like that before."
'SHE' I thought.
"Well," I says to him. "This captain o' yers sounds like a lovely thing. I think I'll make her my bride."
The human stared at me as I walked past him and up into the ship.
Turns out there was a bunch of others there waitin' to get in too, so I sat down in the room with 'em all (motly bunch of ruggards if you ask me, oho) and I leaned back my head against the wall.
And mayhap I snagged a bottle or two of them spirits akin to the ones I met last night and snuck em into my pack, and I drank a sip of me flask and drifted off into a nice light sleep waitin' fer somethin' important to happen.

[U-238]

[erased]

[Sikawtic]

[[OOC: Are you in a different RP U? lol]]

[Defil3r]

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“I am sending you away from the pride,” his father’s voice was deep and wise.


Pride? Wouldn't a more accurate term be flock?

---OOC---

[Flametrooper]

Name: Trawsak Kinlosi (Truh-suck kin-low-see)
Race: Fertian (Approved by Sirion)
Gender: Quanis (Can't breed. Tounis can breed. Determined at birth. No real genders)
Appearance: Dark Brown fur with smudges of orange and a stripe of black on the face. Claws are a mahogany color and eyes are a very common (among Fertians) purple.

I flexed my hand slightly and shot out four enormous, point claws that looked like gleaming blades in the dim sun. Okay, maybe they weren't that interesting, but they certainly did look dangerous. And they had some dirt and grime encrusted on the side. Or maybe it was blood from the stowaway I found and ate the other day. Interesting. I made a note to clean them before I got off the ship.

I idly wondered what it would look like if I singed off all my fur. The white-skinned beast that came to mind was a thought to horrible to even speak of. Human. I knew, somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, that if I were to not have fur, if we were to not have fur, there would be no Fertians. Just another race of humans. Another weak, pitiful race of humans. I extended my claws again, this time ripping a set of scars into the walls of my cabin, expelling some angers.

The captain of the ship, an interesting creature, had informed me that we were only a few hours from our destination. I had come to fight. To destroy the thing that was tearing the town of Niben apart. And to rip the thing that was destroying my heart into millions of pieces. Millions of tiny, tiny pieces.

Another few hours and we could be in the midst of battle. The very thought made me come alive with glee. It filled me with a joy so profuse that I almost forgot the entire reason I was here.

It all came back in flashes. The first flash was me as a baby, coming out among the other hundred or so Trawsaks from a Tounis mother. The light blinded me the moment I emerged, but I had already learned enough of our language to understand the conversation around me. I didn't need to see the speakers to know I was being condemned. The second flash was my combat instructor telling me that I would need the fighting skills.
"Why?" I had asked.
He looked at me in surprise, as if he was looking at a human male who had just asked why he had a little dangling thing hanging out between his legs.
"Why? You are a Quanis! You will never be able to breed, Kinlosi! Unless you can make yourself useful, you will be exiled out of the city, where the savages will eat you alive."
I never asked about anything again. The instructor didn't either. When the headmaster of the school found out what he had told me, he was executed swiftly, pierced through his second heart with eight claws and killing him instantly.

My third and final flash was leaving the city behind me. My city. Watching the heavily armed guards eye me suspiciously as I boarded the airship, as if I was an oddity at a museum that had suddenly come alive and was not to be trusted. I watched the city with all of its gentle beauty disappear behind me. The city with all the Fertians, the pleasures, the luxuries. The City of Dreams is what the humans called it.

I try to keep those three memories away, but it is difficult. Before that day, I had never been on an airship, and now I was helping work the whole thing and eventually fight as part of the crew. It was ridiculous.

With a dejected sigh I let myself fall backwards onto the bed. I only now noticed that the ceiling sparkled as if I was seeing the surface of a star up close. I fell asleep admiring it longingly. Wishing that I hadn't been born the way I was. Wishing I could have been a Tounis. Wishing that I could have enjoyed all the pleasures and joys that I had missed out on.

***

I woke up when we landed, jarring my sharp teeth and jolting my arms enough for my claws to come out fully and scratch up the bed. I rememberd my dream, much more vivid than any dream another race could have. It had been an odd one; a dream that I had never had before. I had been a Tounis, and have been enjoying an...experience with another Tounis. What was the experience? How could it be described? Pure bliss. Why was I forced to miss out on this splendid pleasure? Why me?

Breeding. I had been breeding with another Tounis. The thought startled me enough that I flew out of bed, already pulling on the pair of pants I had bought from a Sylth. At that moment, I admired humans. They had two separate...genders, I believe they were called. Everyone could breed and enjoy that pleasure. Instead, I was forced to be an exile. of my own race and forbidden and prevented from breeding because I was a Quanis.

My claws were out when I exited into the night air. No one tried to speak to me, like usual. I was a loner, and it would stay that way. Forever. I had to hunt before I killed someone I knew.

***

When I got back, the festivities were over. There had been a feast. A great, joyous occasion celebrating something special, apparently. The entire town that we had landed near was awake. I was sure they watched me, with blood streaking my body, cross through their streets. But I was intent on what was ahead of me.

A giant brute of a creature was lying dead right outside of our camp. Was our job done already? If so, I would go kill a few more villagers to satisfy my bloodlust. The night hadn't been long enough for me to take out more than a single household of humans and two Parum imbeciles. I especially enjoyed killing the Parums. They deserved it after the wars our two species had. They had lost, but they still deserved to be killed.

I approached the camp slowly, only pausing briefly to examine the creature. We were leaving soon. I could feel it in the air. No point waiting around, I thought to myself.

Like before, I boarded the airship. But unlike before, I didn't watch what I was about to leave. I stared straight ahead in the direction I was moving, only pausing briefly to consider if I should spill some more blood before we left. A trail of blood followed behind me, dripping off of my dark brown fur.

[DNCMF036]

Name: 036 (pronounced 'zero-three-six', not 'zero-thirty-six')
Race: Human
Age: 16-20 years old
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shown later (No scanner in the internet cafe)

036 woke up in a medical facility. Seeing a human nurse taking notes beside him. "Where am I?" he faintly asks, the nurse tool notice, "Thank God you're awake. You've been asleep for three days since those guys found you. You're in the General Hospital of Kiban. Do you have a name mister?" she asks, "Who am I?" 036 replied fearfully. "So you have amnesia and cannot remember a thing, am I right?" the nurse embarrassingly asks, "Well, I can't remember a thing. Do you have any of my belongings somewhere?" 036 asks curiously, "Down the counter. It looks like you're good to go mister."

The nurse guides him through the hallways and finally down to a counter. The cashier hands him over a metal vest with the three numbers zero, three and six arranged consecutively, two Arnis (Philippine martial arts) poles, a pair of mountaineering shoes a wallet with a considerable amount of money and no I.D., and a weird sword, with two pairs of twirls lying side by side and the tip was flat with only a small slit on top. This is where he took the name 036 for the rest of his life, in desperate search of his identity.

He traveled far and sought the greatest of mages to find his identity yet it was no use. But this was not what made him unusual, his own fashion differed from that of the people, this sparked in him and developed a theory that if his own fashion matches another town's fashion, the chances of finding his own identity is thick.

After visiting a few villages, 036 got on with his duties to find his identity. He slowly began to realize he was running out of money and he needs to earn money quickly. He found a solution by hunting down beasts with bounties and continued his search for his identity.

Somewhere on his travels, he was curious how come his sword had a slit on the tip. He scanned his sword for instructions but only finds an inscribing that he can barely read. he tried to read it, nothing happened. He read it again on another pronunciation and still nothing happens. He kept trying but it still wont work. He then concluded that the inscribing was not written in English. He asked around one more time and found out that only a few mages can read it. Now he has found a hint but it was not enough. After Asking around and puzzling himself, he began to give up, but it wasn't too late, "Just pop up already!" 036 furiously yells and black fire spouted through the slit. It kept spouting the black flame at a certain distance. He was amazed at what he saw and tried to wave it around. He finally found out how to use his peculiar sword.

036 arrived on Niben with a group of traders from some other place. After observing the place and asking a few questions, he sat down by a small cabin thinking about what he is going to do. Suddenly, the peoples' attention was caught by the approaching airship. "I've seen a few of those things already" 036 thought and decided to hunt down the beast that has terrorized the village ever since. "Look out!" a villager yelled. 036 quickly scrambled to his feet and fled from the cabin. The Anchor smashed the cabin and he was lucky to roll out of there. A Lumin took the poor farmer and marched to town. 036 calmed down and asked the people for hints of the beast. All they said was "It will appear at night" and "It was huge monster," nothing more. He was forced to track down the creature and arrived on a cave in the forest.

By nightfall, the beast marched out of his cave. 036 was on the top of the cave, patiently waiting. After the beast started stretching and yawning, 036 pounced on its back and stabbed the monster's back with his sword but the flame can't penetrate through the monster's thick skin. It grabbed him and threw him beside the cave entrance, hitting the rocky wall. It made 036 unconscious for some time.

036 woke up by dawn and held his head feeling excruciating pain. After the pain died down, he ran to the village, just on time to see the bright flash of light eliminate the beast. 036 was surprised and walked to the remains of the beast. He immediately shifted his view to the female captain and was stunned by her moves. Not believing what he saw, 036 entered the town's tavern and fell asleep with exhaustion.

036 woke up the next morning just in time to see the airship ready to leave. "Oh crap! It's leaving!" he yelled as he hurriedly fitted his armor and packed up. The last of the crew has already entered the ship and the gangplank was raised. 036 spotted the anchor and threw a grappling hook to the rising hulk of metal and swung to the top of the ship. He was already around 50 feet above the busy deck and unhanded the rope connected to the hook. 036 fell right on the middle of the crowd, feet first. He made it but for a price, "Hey! Are you alright?" someone asked, "Oww! My leg!" he yelled out in pain and fell to the floor trying to ease the pain on both of his fractured legs. The doctors rushed, bringing a stretcher and 036 was brought to the emergency room.

After hearing that the ship will stay in Niben for another day due to engine problems, 036 cursed that he took the dangerous route in. But still, he was glad that he got on the ship. A man named Chiefy sat beside 036 and asked why he desperately tried to get on deck. "I want to be a part of the crew sir." 036 responded, "You've got a name, kid?" Chiefy asked, 036 tells him the whole story, "You're in '036'. I'll be hoping that you'll not show off like that next time, got it?" Chiefy advices and walks away. After hearing the good news, 036 got overcome by joy and tries to relax as he listens to the buzzing of the medical equipment.

[iHawk]

Name: Apfel Habicht
Age: 36
Race: Human

Description: Apfel is of an average height and prides himself on staying in peak physical condition. Learning and performing acrobatic feats from a young age, he continued the practice throughout his obsessions with magic and martial practices in order to stay flexible, strong and agile. Allowing himself only a thin layer of black hair across his chin - and an equally short covering for his scalp - he has the look of a cunning knight, or noble who has yet to let his years betray him. Wearing a black tunic adorned with a single gold eye on the back, leather slacks, a red spaulder on his right shoulder (affixed by two leather straps over his tunic) and a plain steel gauntlet over his left arm he prefers relying on Gurais and mobility to protect himself in combat.

Gear/Abilities: Armour mentioned above as well as an ornate white and gold rapier he named "Bloodseeker" and a silver eight-shot revolver holstered on his left thigh. His abilities with Gurais revolve mainly around enchanting, and disrupting other spells that happen to be directed at his person.

Bio: Apfel is a man motivated by several things, revenge being one of the foremost on his list. Quite simply he wishes to rid the world of creatures such as the one that destroyed his village, creatures that prey on the weak, attack his kind and that should never have been spawned from the Ley Streams. With this very base instinct guiding him Apfel set out to arm himself with weapons, knowledge, magic that would allow him to exterminate such creatures wherever they may lurk. He believes that these creatures are mistakes, abominations born from distress or strain on the Ley Streams themselves, so to reach his goal of stopping them for good he's determined to make his way into the skies themselves, wishing direct, physical contact with the Ley Streams.

He wants to meet his maker, and file a complaint.


Apfel Habicht
Niben - Airship
Beginning

There he was, walking home, shortly after sunset. One arm laden with a heavy basket, large pearly fish within, the other with a rod, hand carved with solemn duty and weathered hands. Yet there he was jumping off of the cart that had ferried him to this town, laden with fear, fear of a creature horrible and magnificent. He wore no shoes, rolled up breeches and a sweat-soaked blue tunic. He wore a black silk tunic, sparse armour and two arms on his left in addition to his own. He gasped, his village torn asunder and the sent of death blowing his way. He yawned, stretching his limbs and shaking the half-sleep haze from his mind, memories had no place in the waking world. He'd return to reflect upon them with his fantasies and whimsies when he was ready for real slumber. As the cart rolled off he made inventory, clothes, gauntlet, spaulder, Bloodseeker and revolver. In his pockets there was a long thin gold chain, a few nondescript coins and six oddly shaped rubies. Hanging off his belt was a small leather sack of white sand, and a slightly larger sack of bullets. Nothing seemed to be amiss... he really never could be sure after he'd been dozing unintentionally. Streams above! How he hated long days spent traveling!

"You coming?" Spoke the first of his companions, nodding and cracking the tendons in his neck. With his companions in the lead Apfel entered the nearby Inn to learn more about this town's apparent "monster"... The gathering of information was easy enough, although it seemed the wealth of information about the creature itself was lackluster. It was large, it came at sundown and it wreaked unholy havok on the little town. While not surprising that these villagers would refrain from attempting a detailed study of the beast, the notion that none of them had gotten within close proximity and survived was just a bit unnerving. However, he had come to this town to slay such a beast, his second companion wished for a good fight and while his first companion wasn't particularly interested in the creature he continued to tag along anyways. Good man that Ras and while he didn't look it he was one of the most knowledgeable Wizards Apfel had ever met, his interests ranging from Ley Stream theory to steam engine repairs... it was somewhat mind boggling once he started off on a tangent. A good sized gold coin fell, bouncing on the uneven, wooden counter as Apfel payed for a half-dozen bottles of ale. Carrying the drinks in his arms he spread them around the table with his friends and settled in to wait for the monster's arrival.

The ship came, anchor dropped a building smashed. As it lowered the monster seemed less important, Ras perked up, an almost childish grin covering his face as he watched the technological and magical marvel descend with the grace of a swan. None of the men had to speak to know what the other was thinking: We need on that ship. Both Apfel and Ali wished to slay the creature beforehand, hell, Ali might not have even cared about the ship's presence per-say, but he was a hard man to read. When the ship had made land, and the crew left Apfel quickly set out to find out how he might join the crew, or come along for the ride in the very least. After a lengthly and pleasant conversation with a man going by the moniker "Chiefy" he'd arranged for himself, Ras and Ali to join the crew, as an unfortunate twist however the beast had come and been slain by the time the trio had returned from staking claim to their rooms. Needless to say, Ali was unimpressed... but if this ship made a habit out of landing in dangerous locations than Apfel was confident he'd keep himself entertained. Apfel however, wasn't so much interested in where they'd land, but how high they'd fly. How close this ship could get him to the Streams themselves.

Being separated by the two-man nature of the cabins, Apfel set up shop and waited to meet his new room-mate.

(OOC) blargh, rushed posts are rushed. (OOC)

[Kazeofwinds]

Name: Rasulfir "Ras" Achmonsethi
Age: 26
Race: Human Male
Appearance: Ras is slightly taller than the average human male, with black hair just short enough to be unable to be cut by grabbing a ponytail and chopping it off with a knife (His standard method of haircutting). The level of facial hair he has varies depending on how recently he's bothered to shave (usually every couple weeks, when the hair gets itchy). He wears a brown overcoat, black steel-toed boots made of a fairly stiff leather, black pants made out of a tough, heavy cloth, and a tan shirt.

Noteworthy equipment:
-A somewhat battered and obviously salvaged old jeep made from what must've been the remains of about half a dozen other vehicles.
-A Pump-Action shotgun, with a modified feed to allow for direct insertion to the barrel instead of the magazine (in addition to the normal feeding mechanisms), inscribed with antitheft runes.
-A Kris
-Assorted magical shotgun shells

Background.
Ras rarely talks about his childhood other than the fact that he hated his parents and his family owned a rather large junkyard he spent most of his spare time in. At some point he managed to get into a mages academy, graduated with top scores, and immediately took off in his junky Jeep to travel the world and do various magical research. He has a particular interest in finding methods to increase his control over the Ley Streams.

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Ras' old jeep rattled its way into the small town of Niben. He'd split off to visit his sister in a nearby city, and he had arranged to reconvene with his traveling companions in this podunk town. They'd heard rumors of some kind of monster in the town and decided to investigate, for lack of anything better to do. His comrades undoubtedly intended to kill the thing, Ras though had no particular interest in it. Ras's arrival seemed somewhat convienietly timed to coincide with the rest of his group, and he and Apfel were at the local Inn drinking within about an hour or so of Ras parking.

Later, an Airship arrived. This particular event made Ras smile a fairly wide smile. He'd always wanted to get a look at the workings of an airship's engines, and here was the best chance he was likely to get, staring him in the face. The monster had become more or less irrelevant to him, not that he cared about it much to begin with. The decision to hitch a ride on that ship being more unanimous, Apfel got them set up as crew on the ship- a situation Ras was more than happy with because it meant he wouldn't have to deal with anything other than getting his car loaded onto the airship. Once his jeep was loaded and placed in a location where it was unlikely to be fooled with, Ras hunted down his quarters and got to sleeping.


OOC: SSsssllloooooowwwwww....