ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
@Draco Shadowdragon @61 Argent Feathers Seal Evil @Wintergreen
Story
It was a cold, dark and shaded night, where only the most bare minimum of light broke through the black of the clouds. Four men stood still barren field surrounded by an unnatural darkness, filled with unseen eyes and strange forms that seem to fade in and out of the dark, as if they did not move on the ground, but swam in the void around the four. Two of these men carried thick tower shields and wielded spears as weapons. They dressed in long black robes and wore metal cylindrical helmets that covered and hid their faces. They flanked the third men, an old Samurai who wore the mark of the Boar on his face and the traditional brown and white armor of his Clan. His Katana dug into the ground ever so slightly as he knelt to the fourth figure. A man who wore leathery clothes as dark as the voice all around them, but it seemed to be part of his body rather then any external wear. The forth figure towered over the three men, as it stood 8 feet tall, with long slender legs and a skinny torso and neck. A round head sat on top of its unnaturally thin neck, but this head had no features save for a wide grin, wide enough to bite off a man's head with his thick teeth. His arms and hands were stretched out and gnarled, where the figure had to clench his four jointed fingers to keep them from touching the ground. The Samurai seemed to be praying to the figure as the shadowy form spoke in a clear and smooth male voice.
"Be calm my son, for be it cold, hate or hunger, my son...it will soon disappear. My son be ready to breathe your last breath in a form befitting of a mortal. My son...be ready for the promise of the Darknesssss." His voice hissed as the tall man raised his gangling finger and wrapped a hand around the Samurai's neck, forcing the old man to open his mouth. His fingers dug into the veins of his neck, injecting a terrible poison that burned the blood and killed the flesh. "My son...it will be over soon." He said, as he raised his free hand and reached down the Samurai's throat, and with a bit of force, the man pulled out a golden aura which burned away the Darkness, and flesh of the tall man, but he did not seem to notice as the fingers that had wrapped around the aura continued to grow and surround the glow until it had shaded the entirety of the golden light, and with a simple squeeze...the light fades and is gone forever. The dark mass attached to the tall man's hand breaks apart and shrinks until it is back to the form of the creature's hand.
The tall man releases the Samurai, who falls to the ground gasping for air as the venom did its work to replace the light within with an incurable darkness. "My son, now rise. Breathe your last as a slave to the light, and rise as a god of the dark." The tall man said and the Samurai stood up with ease, as the pain subsides.
"I am now a god? You promised me I would be different, but I feel the same. I feel the same hatred, the same shame, the same guilt and pity as I did before. You have lied to me monster." The samurai said, and one of the guards spoke up in anger.
"You dare speak to the great avatar in such a manner? You ungrateful swine. If I was offered such a position with the lord's court I would-" The guard stops his words as a blade had been run across his neck, faster then he could even react.
"Silence." Said the old man, now holding onto his weathered Katana, a blade shadow forming the weapon's edge. He had drawn and swung the blade in a blink, and had sliced the guard's neck with such speed that there wasn't even a drop of blood on his weapon. The other guard dropped his shield and weapon and began to ran, but the Samurai simply thought to kill him and the creatures of the Darkness strode forth from the void and pounced on the guard, tearing him apart piece by piece as he screamed his last breath. The Samurai turned and looked at the figure, kneeling before him. "Forgive me my master. I was rash...but now I know. What do you wish this god of the dark to do?" He asked and the figure simply smiles.
"All is forgiven my son. For now descend into the abyss, journey forth and harvest the light where it may shine. You must grow accustom to your new core, and soon you will forget what it is like to be hungry, alone, shamed and pitied. We must gather more for our horde, and soon we shall show them the single vision....of Darkness."
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Intro
With the bustle of hundreds of Ferrumen, Beastkin and Anban's alike, walking back and forth Hava Station, the large Aeroport can boast to be the most profitable and busy place within the nations as it serves as the only way to get to the nation of the Assembly of Terra, located in the edge of monster infested space. This small nation was created by a joint effort by the various races upon the planet in order to form a combined fighting force against the monsters that spawn in the dark, but it have since evolved into something a bit more lucrative. It is now a hunter's paradise, with aspiring warriors from all corner of the world travelling to the nation to hunt down monsters in order to collect their bodies for use in weapons, armor, munitions, or simply to stuff and sell for wealthy collectors. There are some monsters that have been said to taste wonderful with a side of fried potatoes and salt.
With the station being the only one in and out of the Assembly of Terra, it is no surprise that most of the people here are hunters and aspiring hunters, there for money, fame, or simply for a challenge. To allow for a more organized method of hunting, the Assembly had allowed for the creation of Hunter's Guilds in order to provide hunters with a stable place to sleep, resupply, heal and rest in between hunts. One of the top 6 guilds on the Assembly, the Rising Unknowns, is recruiting new members to add to their ranks, something that they do only once a year. With the window for this recruitment process slowly coming to an end, the airship 'Vigilant' had been assigned to take the recruits directly to the guild hall.
This is where your characters begin, trapped in a cramped airship, forced to sit in the same booth as every other booth had been taken up by larger groups. At least the menu has a good variety of food and drink to keep you all sane. The booths are made up of two seats facing each other next to a window and a small table for delivering food items in the middle. Just behind each seat is a similar set up, separated with a thin glass wall.
Story
It was a cold, dark and shaded night, where only the most bare minimum of light broke through the black of the clouds. Four men stood still barren field surrounded by an unnatural darkness, filled with unseen eyes and strange forms that seem to fade in and out of the dark, as if they did not move on the ground, but swam in the void around the four. Two of these men carried thick tower shields and wielded spears as weapons. They dressed in long black robes and wore metal cylindrical helmets that covered and hid their faces. They flanked the third men, an old Samurai who wore the mark of the Boar on his face and the traditional brown and white armor of his Clan. His Katana dug into the ground ever so slightly as he knelt to the fourth figure. A man who wore leathery clothes as dark as the voice all around them, but it seemed to be part of his body rather then any external wear. The forth figure towered over the three men, as it stood 8 feet tall, with long slender legs and a skinny torso and neck. A round head sat on top of its unnaturally thin neck, but this head had no features save for a wide grin, wide enough to bite off a man's head with his thick teeth. His arms and hands were stretched out and gnarled, where the figure had to clench his four jointed fingers to keep them from touching the ground. The Samurai seemed to be praying to the figure as the shadowy form spoke in a clear and smooth male voice.
"Be calm my son, for be it cold, hate or hunger, my son...it will soon disappear. My son be ready to breathe your last breath in a form befitting of a mortal. My son...be ready for the promise of the Darknesssss." His voice hissed as the tall man raised his gangling finger and wrapped a hand around the Samurai's neck, forcing the old man to open his mouth. His fingers dug into the veins of his neck, injecting a terrible poison that burned the blood and killed the flesh. "My son...it will be over soon." He said, as he raised his free hand and reached down the Samurai's throat, and with a bit of force, the man pulled out a golden aura which burned away the Darkness, and flesh of the tall man, but he did not seem to notice as the fingers that had wrapped around the aura continued to grow and surround the glow until it had shaded the entirety of the golden light, and with a simple squeeze...the light fades and is gone forever. The dark mass attached to the tall man's hand breaks apart and shrinks until it is back to the form of the creature's hand.
The tall man releases the Samurai, who falls to the ground gasping for air as the venom did its work to replace the light within with an incurable darkness. "My son, now rise. Breathe your last as a slave to the light, and rise as a god of the dark." The tall man said and the Samurai stood up with ease, as the pain subsides.
"I am now a god? You promised me I would be different, but I feel the same. I feel the same hatred, the same shame, the same guilt and pity as I did before. You have lied to me monster." The samurai said, and one of the guards spoke up in anger.
"You dare speak to the great avatar in such a manner? You ungrateful swine. If I was offered such a position with the lord's court I would-" The guard stops his words as a blade had been run across his neck, faster then he could even react.
"Silence." Said the old man, now holding onto his weathered Katana, a blade shadow forming the weapon's edge. He had drawn and swung the blade in a blink, and had sliced the guard's neck with such speed that there wasn't even a drop of blood on his weapon. The other guard dropped his shield and weapon and began to ran, but the Samurai simply thought to kill him and the creatures of the Darkness strode forth from the void and pounced on the guard, tearing him apart piece by piece as he screamed his last breath. The Samurai turned and looked at the figure, kneeling before him. "Forgive me my master. I was rash...but now I know. What do you wish this god of the dark to do?" He asked and the figure simply smiles.
"All is forgiven my son. For now descend into the abyss, journey forth and harvest the light where it may shine. You must grow accustom to your new core, and soon you will forget what it is like to be hungry, alone, shamed and pitied. We must gather more for our horde, and soon we shall show them the single vision....of Darkness."
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Intro
With the bustle of hundreds of Ferrumen, Beastkin and Anban's alike, walking back and forth Hava Station, the large Aeroport can boast to be the most profitable and busy place within the nations as it serves as the only way to get to the nation of the Assembly of Terra, located in the edge of monster infested space. This small nation was created by a joint effort by the various races upon the planet in order to form a combined fighting force against the monsters that spawn in the dark, but it have since evolved into something a bit more lucrative. It is now a hunter's paradise, with aspiring warriors from all corner of the world travelling to the nation to hunt down monsters in order to collect their bodies for use in weapons, armor, munitions, or simply to stuff and sell for wealthy collectors. There are some monsters that have been said to taste wonderful with a side of fried potatoes and salt.
With the station being the only one in and out of the Assembly of Terra, it is no surprise that most of the people here are hunters and aspiring hunters, there for money, fame, or simply for a challenge. To allow for a more organized method of hunting, the Assembly had allowed for the creation of Hunter's Guilds in order to provide hunters with a stable place to sleep, resupply, heal and rest in between hunts. One of the top 6 guilds on the Assembly, the Rising Unknowns, is recruiting new members to add to their ranks, something that they do only once a year. With the window for this recruitment process slowly coming to an end, the airship 'Vigilant' had been assigned to take the recruits directly to the guild hall.
This is where your characters begin, trapped in a cramped airship, forced to sit in the same booth as every other booth had been taken up by larger groups. At least the menu has a good variety of food and drink to keep you all sane. The booths are made up of two seats facing each other next to a window and a small table for delivering food items in the middle. Just behind each seat is a similar set up, separated with a thin glass wall.
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