Curse

Dro-Ridley Wyvern · Apr 14, 2007, 03:48 PM // 15:48

OOC: Im going to do a flash back to when Kraid was a child and his parents where killed.

Kraid was still at the bar drinking his sorrows away with the strongest ale he could find. He was rember his child hood. When his family came to Tyria to pay omage to Grenth. He was only a child back then but he still rember the pain.

"Mom why are there so many wild animals out here?" said Kraid. I was courise and had to find out.
"Well son its because this world is not as tamed as Elona," said Natalie Maelwaedd.

They where walking with the group of other Pilgrimages. Kraid's father was a necromancer, his mother a Dervish of Grenth. This place was filled with bears, Tengu, Grawl, evil looking small men named Stone Sumite, Azure Spirits, Giants, and Dolyaks but the worst of them was the Frozen wurms, they had claimed some of the travelers souls on this Pilgrimage, they where nasty. My father was in head of the group telling them what way to go. He was a Profit of Grenth. Grenth told him where to go and every thing. This journy was said to inlighten your mind and spirit. I couldnt figure out why we had to travel to a hole new contenet to do this but, I was there child Id do any thing for them.
"Ok now we are entering Dreadnaught Drift," said Kulyn Maelwaedd.
He was Kraid's father. He was a strong necromancer. He used Curse Magic to make taking down the enoumies easier to take down. He may have had little power to destroy but he had knowlege that would make the greatest scholars weep. Many of the settlers cheered in joy for some of them considered Dwayna there god. There was a statue there that was prized among all Dwayna wirshipers. They continued into the drift not knowing that fate would bring them pain.

OOC: Im just going to do bits a peaces of the story threw out the major story.

Miho Hyroshi · Apr 16, 2007, 03:45 PM // 15:45

OOC:
Hello again, my last story about Miho and a prophecy - giving by an old man - felt unfinished. So I decided to write something more about the prophecy. I hope you all like it

IC:
Miho stood still on a small square in front of a Merchant. Also on the square were a Rune Trader, a Dye Trader, a (Rare) Material Trader and another Merchant. It was pretty crouded and besides that Miho never liked trading her war treasures. She only did it for the money, so she could buy a new piece of armor. Her eyes had seen new bloodstained boots and now she could not resist to buy them. Besides, Miho's old boots have had their best time. The Merchant gave 2 Platinum and 149 Gold to Miho. She had the feeling she was swindled, but it did not matter. It was a dark day with a lot of clouds and no sun visible in the sky. Perfect weather for a Necromancer and two Platinum was more then enough for the new bloodstained boots.

After buying her new bloodstained boots, Miho headed to Headmaster Kuju to show them off.
'Good day to you, Headmaster Kuju! Check out my new bloodstained boots. I just bought them and they fit me perfectly. Stylish are they not?'
Headmaster Kuju looked to Miho's new bloodstained boots, but before she could answer someone else spoke. Someone standing behind them with an old, cracking voice.
'Mark my words, young lady! Let go of your past before concentrating on the future. Mark my words!'
Before Miho turned around - and looked into the glassy eyes of the old man - she knew who was standing behind them. But how did this old man came here? A dark sensation took hold of Miho's heart. She felt her anger raising.
'Leave me alone, old man! Why are you following me?! You will feel my wrath if you do not leave right now!'
The old man stood still and did not move an inch. He kept staring to Miho with his glassy eyes and reminded Miho at the look of a fish in a bowl.
'Do I have to repeat myself! Do not make me repeat myself or it will be the last thing you will ever hear!'
'Let go of your past before concentrating on the future. Mark my words!' the old man shouted.
Miho placed her foots a bit to the sides, ready to cast a powerful, deadly spell towards the old man. But during her cast time the old man vanished in the thin air. For a second Miho thought he had never been here, but what had just happened then?

Miho canceled her spell and turned back towards Headmaster Kuju, just in time to see her eyeball fall out of her skull. It bounced twice on the stone floor before it rolled away between two stone in the floor. The next moment maggots crawled out of the opened space in the skull, making squashing sounds after falling on the stone floor. Miho could not make a move, she was to horrified at this point.
'H-H-Headmaster Kuj-j-ju, are you all-allright?' Miho stuttered.
Headmaster Kuju raised both his arms to shoulder height and mumbled:
'Bbeeeennnntttoooooonnnnn.'
Miho was still terrified but found the courage to turn around and walk away. All around her were zombified persons. The Merchant, the Dye Trader, the (Rare) Material Trader, the Armorer, all shuffled slowly towards Miho. Miho grabbed her magical rod and swinged around her body with it.
'Do not come closer, vile creatures! Or I will turn all of your heads into a bloody glue!'
But the zombified persons did not listen to her desperate threats, but shuffled forward - reducing the distance between Miho and them with every step. The long and wailing shouts from the zombified persons made Miho shiver.
'Bbeeeennnntttoooooonnnnn! Bbeeeennnntttoooooonnnnn!'
Miho's rod began to glow and a magical orb flashed out of the rod, towards a zombified person's head. When it smashed into the face of the zombified person, it did not explode his head but transformed his entire body. It turned into a body with fine (but patched up) robes which marked him as an elementalist. His face was hard and wrinkled and belonged to none other than Gernus Benton. Miho fired a few more magical orbs before the zombified persons pushed her to the ground.

Miho woke up. She was laying on the ground, beside her bed with the white blankets. Miho was confused and dizzy from the nightmare, but at least she knew what to do.
'I have to find Benton,' she wispered.

Aubis · Apr 16, 2007, 09:57 PM // 21:57

Name: Abasi Isong

Sex:Male

Age:Early 20's

Profession: Dervish

Appearance: A Tall slim,dark skin man, Most of his face feature are cover by his hood he rarely removes it.

Personality: He's very serious when it comes to Defending Elona from evil, But seem to lighting up when the world is not about to be destoryed by some anicent evil or Cult.

Several Months after Abaddon was destoryed and everything is back to normal in Elona or as normal things get their. A unknown Fiery like things have been seen causing lots of trouble to most area of Elona. Abasi Isong and a few sunspear have been dispatch to investgate.

This is what the Fiery like being looks like from what most say http://kotaku.com/photogallery/gw2/1629454

Brother Doug · Apr 17, 2007, 01:26 AM // 01:26

OOC:
Ah, everyone loves zombies. Now it's time for me to add a little to my own backstory...hope you enjoy it.

And Aubis? I'm sorry, but we're quite full as it is. I don't think we can add in anyone else right now.

IC:
Griel followed the Captain and the rest, to what would surely be the group’s briefing. As he walked, he noticed the female ranger, whom he now knew to be Ivy, approach him. As the Captain checked up with a few soldier manning carts, she lowered her voice to ask the assassin, "So how exactly does such a rugged looking man come upon such fine things?" She was gesturing towards his daggers. Griel raised his eyebrows, humming to himself contentedly.

‘You know the drill, Griel…’

“I’m not sure if I’ve told you…Ivy, was it? But I’m an adventurer. I’ve traveled around, seen most of Cantha and Tyria. Elona? Not so much. An endless desert’s not really my kind of place to call home.” Griel sighed and moved his hand to his head, combing back some of his tangled black hair and getting it away from his face. “Well, you mentioned these things?” he pointed to the daggers and grinned. “They’re…special. They belonged to a very influential man, a man that was well known in the Canthan underworld. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time…” Griel picked up the pace, and unsheathed one of the daggers. He inspected the blade, running a finger down the cold edge and onto the hilt.

“A few months ago, a group of fancy-looking people needed an escort to some remote location in Cantha. They were paying well, so I figured, why not? I took the job. On the way, a big group of assassins ambushed us. It was a tough fight, and we lost a few good men. Their leader? He was powerful, quick, and cunning. The perfect assassin, some people said. After his men were defeated in battle, he did the only sensible thing to do: he ran away. As he ran, the fool tripped on a root and dropped his daggers. Not wanting to go back and risk being slaughtered, he left them behind. So, I took them for my own. A prize, you might say.” Griel grinned once more, sliding the elegant blade back into its sheathe.

Like most of his tales, it was partially true. Griel had simply switched sides. ‘Grenth’s Shadow,’ they had called him. He never left evidence, always chose what was best for himself, and had never been caught. Of course, that sometimes was on part of the ‘detectives’ that were hired to solve his murders. Most were plants whose only job was to prove that either someone else had done the crime, or that it was impossible to solve.
He had been surprised at the traveling party’s strength that day. Had he not been trained in the arts of Shadow Stepping, Griel might not have survived that encounter. But tripping over a root? Dropping his daggers? Griel would have never done that, he was much too coordinated. The daggers had come as a gift from his first employer, a powerful leader in the Canthan underground, after he had successfully fulfilled his first contract. He hadn’t seen that face for ages, but he would never forget it.

Yes, Griel’s grandfather had been a powerful man indeed.

Griel chuckled to himself, then turned to Ivy. “Well, that’s all I have to say. I'd inquire more about you, but I believe we're almost at briefing. Talk to you later, eh?” Griel waved to the ranger and, with a quick polite nod of his head, walked onward. He wondered if anyone else would stop for a quick chat before briefing began.

Aubis · Apr 17, 2007, 07:56 PM // 19:56

It's cool if your full on the number of people in your stroy right now

Marcell · Apr 18, 2007, 12:03 AM // 00:03

EDIIIIT: sorry, I just saw the "no more people" ;_;

Goats17 · Apr 23, 2007, 12:52 AM // 00:52

OOC:I feel horrible about not posting for such a length of time. I had a huge post that didn't post a week or so ago. I'll get something done this week.(Screw it, I got my homework done a lot faster than I anticipated. Here comes some story)

IC: As Throrin followed the Captain down the hall, he wondered where the bathroom was...It had been a while since he had contacted his employer. He hadn't been told Griel was here working a 'case' and was a little irritated. Whenever Griel was around someone from the organization had to be with him to see if he was following his mission correctly...and to carry it out if Griel was caught or compromised. He absent-mindedly stuck his hand in his pocket and fingered his contact orb. It was more important to stay inconspicuous right now than to make his report.
"So, when do we start this thing anyway? I'm itchin' for some action. I mean, are we going to sit in this dank basement for months or does this raid get goin' tomorrow?" Throrin might have appeared a little cheeky when talking to his captain, but it was only to maintain his illusion. After all, who would expect a small boistering dwarf to be an operative for one of the most dangerous and deadly mercenary alliances in the whole of Tyria?