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ownage of teh elite · Oct 18, 2005, 05:03 AM // 05:03

(*Hallelujah! We are at page 21!*)

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Party time!!!!

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Well, firstly I must apologize.

My previous post was somewhat worthless to the story.

I only have about two days a week, to get on the computer, among homework, family outings, etc etc.

7th grade private school is a drag.

Anyways, I was really surprised at the length of the story, so I tried to eyeball it. I sort of had to rush the reading, so I only got a glimpse. Thus so, I was forced to overcome my shyness and add a somewhat meaningless post.

Anyways, I'm VERY happy at how far this post has come!

And all the new people! *You r0x*

And for you lyndsay,
*inserts huge smiley face accompanied by two rock signs*
Cheers to one of the most mature, composed, and intelligent 7th grade unofficial forum administrator.
Big thankies to you for watching over the forum, so dilligently and splendidly.

Much <3 to you.

And <3 to everyone else that has helped contribute to make this thread bloom.

Well, i'll be seeing you guys next week.

And I'll try to add some posts in, whilst catching up with the story.

Yours truly,
"Sweet Dreams",
Adam a.k.a. *Vanatiel*
P.S. Thank you for reading another, worthless post.

Storm Crow · Oct 18, 2005, 05:11 AM // 05:11

and I lyl too Van

but you knew that

this is what insomnia brings. unwelcome tidings of up-at-1-am-ness.

ugh

Platinum Agent · Oct 18, 2005, 05:26 AM // 05:26

Quote:

Originally Posted by ownage of teh elite

(*Hallelujah! We are at page 21!*)

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Party time!!!!

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Well, firstly I must apologize.

My previous post was somewhat worthless to the story.

I only have about two days a week, to get on the computer, among homework, family outings, etc etc.

7th grade private school is a drag.

Anyways, I was really surprised at the length of the story, so I tried to eyeball it. I sort of had to rush the reading, so I only got a glimpse. Thus so, I was forced to overcome my shyness and add a somewhat meaningless post.

Anyways, I'm VERY happy at how far this post has come!

And all the new people! *You r0x*

And for you lyndsay,
*inserts huge smiley face accompanied by two rock signs*
Cheers to one of the most mature, composed, and intelligent 7th grade unofficial forum administrator.
Big thankies to you for watching over the forum, so dilligently and splendidly.

Much <3 to you.

And <3 to everyone else that has helped contribute to make this thread bloom.

Well, i'll be seeing you guys next week.

And I'll try to add some posts in, whilst catching up with the story.

Yours truly,
"Sweet Dreams",
Adam a.k.a. *Vanatiel*
P.S. Thank you for reading another, worthless post.

worthless post? are you kidding me? that post showed more about vanatiel, and that is information enough. oh yea, and by 7th Grade Private School, um, that means you'rei n 7th Grade right? Cuz if u are, yay! I finally know someone on the forums thats in the same grade!

ownage of teh elite · Oct 18, 2005, 05:28 AM // 05:28

Right now it's like 7:31...I also have somewhat of an insomnia.
And my stomachs grumbling...
Hungry o_O
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Wow

Three 7th graders on one thread!

Woot!
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I envy you lyndsay.

If I was to go to sleep at 1 A.M.

I would only get 4 hours of sleep.

As I wake up at 5:00 AM each morning, to go to school.

And the bus ride is usually two + hours long.

Which means I arrive at school, around 7:30.

If I went to sleep at 1:00 AM, I would be in dream land for sure, all day.

And trust me, with the type of private school teachers we have.

You wouldn't want to get on their bad side.

Storm Crow · Oct 18, 2005, 05:31 AM // 05:31

well it sucks really. I was sitting in bed for 2+ hours attempting to sleep, to no avail [obviously

]...

I need that whatever-its-called insomnia perscription or something =/

ownage of teh elite · Oct 18, 2005, 05:38 AM // 05:38

I never really took a liking to coffee.

It never seemed to do the trick for me, or stir my taste buds.

Anyways, i'm finishin up some homework, and searching for some special mp3s.

D-loadin BreakingBenjaminSoCold.mp3

Storm Crow · Oct 18, 2005, 05:39 AM // 05:39

couldnt agree more. I hate coffee. It tastes somewhat like stale, overwatered then drugged hot chocolate. blek. I was thinking more along the lines of an early morning pepsi....or two

Storm Crow · Oct 18, 2005, 06:21 AM // 06:21

Adding to the story!! *the 1am blackness here helped a bit, thank you*

Alicia yawned and rubbed her eyes. Another night had come and gone. Her sisters still lay in their cots. Garria was snoring a bit, Varda talking in her sleep, Daishi had gone out for her normal early morning 'run', Wereva was half off her cot, and Cariva was off somewhere, most likely accompanying a group of travelers to the next town.

The dawn was breaking, cold and clear over the seawater horizon. Pinks and blues filled the clouds with the colors of the morn. Alicia sat there on the cliff, looking out over the dawn-lit waters of the Krytan Bay, taking in the salty air that seemed to have somewhat of a calming effect on her.

She usually was a bit more comforable sitting here and gazing off into the sea, but today something was different. It felt almost as if something was there, watching her from afar, but the presence wasn't unknown. She had felt this energy somewhere before.

She tried to clear her head, thinking it was merely an unwelcome thought that had passed her mind. The feeling did not pass. Something was there, watching her silently, but it wasnt a person, or a thing, it had not the bodily presence of an embodied spirit, but it felt as one, somewhere deep in her mind.

Then one word came to her mind. The only thing that could explain the bodily, yet unbodily, spirit. The one tihng that could pass between the living and the dead, without dying and becoming a free spirit.

It was Vantie, but not the kind, and loving one as wich she knew, but the darker side. It watched her, knowing her schedules, attempting to find the moment where she was the most vounerable. She knew what he wanted. The one lifeforce that held the living to their lives. The only thing that would satisfy a Necromancer's darker side.

Blood. Master's blood.

She was the one Child of Grenth, besides Vantie, but the darker side cannot drink it's own blood, that had not been in some way purified, or tampered with. She was the one mortal that was held between the life of her Elementalist side, and the death of the darker part. This was considered to be, what the dark sides called, the Pure blood. The only substance that could withstand the force of time and place. The one thing that could substanciate the dark side's call...

Storm Crow · Oct 19, 2005, 04:14 AM // 04:14

Quote:

Originally Posted by Platinum Agent

I say, the story's starting to bloom a bit. Still need to see a bit more from Mali's and Eric's side of the story. By the way, I like the avatars you've been putting up Storm. And a quick question: How do you have six characters?

Thanks

and I dont, yet. I have three at the moment, Alicia, Garria, and Varda, but I might be getting my own account soon so I can interchange when I feel like it. I've really been wanting to have a Necro, and a Ranger, but the Monk I'm not so excited about, although I could probably finish the game with her in a month or so...

anyway, off for tonight.

Sweet Dreams.

*smiles evily*

ownage of teh elite · Oct 19, 2005, 03:36 PM // 15:36

Vanatiel sat on a hill, legs outstretched. After having a smart conversation with the nearby human, he was given a quest. Fortunately, he had time on his hands, so he decided against going to kill clay golems at dawn.

Instead, he sat their, and watched Alicia Stormcrow, and her ONYX guild members from afar. Normal human eyes werent accustomed to seeing in the dark, but Vanatiel could see pretty decently, even in the most darkest conditions. Sitting their, Vanatiel could feel his bloodlust growing, as he watched Alicia stir from her cot.

Vanatiel shivered, experiencing another spasm of bloodlust. He had gone through many of these experiences throughout his life, but none were as strong as this one. Struggling to control himself, Vanatiel's eyes were replaced by whites, and his vampiric teeth extended to fangs. Grasping
the grass, he tried to stay rooted to the place.

"God, what I have I turned into?" Vanatiel gasped out, among writhing in agony.

Vanatiel ultimately cared for Alicia. He didn't want to harm her, at all. Though his emotions were cement, and unchanging, he knew that those emotions were only the human side of himself. His necromatic lust could not be denied, no matter how hard he tried.

Vanatiel struggled to fend off the last wave of bloodlust.

It came, the strongest he had ever had.

Too much for his body to overcome.

He fainted, and rolled down the hill.

Storm Crow · Oct 20, 2005, 08:15 PM // 20:15

Bloodlust. The one thing that truely held the dark side. If a Necromancer was able to control his bloodlust, he could keep his darker side from surfacing as often, but if not the dark sode could take over.

All Necromancers needed bloodlust occasionally, for mortal food alone could not sustain them. This is why they consumed the corpses of fallen foes and allies alike. It kept their health and energy up.

But when the dark side took over, all could be lost. Sometimes whole cemetaries were found empty, cleaned of dead.

Alicia then had a sudden and horrifying realization. Vanatiel had failed to control his rush of bloodlust. She knew he sould usually control his onsets, especially if he knew he could harm her, but he had failed to control this rush, and it wasn't good on either one's part.

She knew what he wanted, and she knew he wouldn't stop until he got it.

She tied back her loose silver hair and stood from her spot on the cliff. She turned to the dark Vanatiel and greeted him.

"I know you want it," she said in a confident but shaky voice. "And I'm willing to give it to you to have the real Vantie back."

The dark Vanatiel dissapeared, and came again behind her. She drew a sharp breath as his icy cold hands met her skin halfway between her shoulders and elbows.

"You're a brave girl," he whispered in her ear as he ran his fingertips down her arms. Alicia shook as he did this. "And I appreciate your offer, And just because you sounded sincere, I'm going to accept it."

She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to steady herself, but she still quivered in fear.

And just as she was about to tell herself it was all just a dream, two sharp, cold fangs plunged into her neck...

((oooooh suspense

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Storm Crow · Oct 20, 2005, 08:20 PM // 20:20

we are now at the begining of 100 pages guys!! congrats

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Platinum Agent · Oct 21, 2005, 12:54 AM // 00:54

just to tell you guys, i added all of you to my buddy list

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Platinum Agent · Oct 22, 2005, 08:09 PM // 20:09

^^ lol...mebbe i should put a little side story so SOMEONE FURTHERS THE REAL STORY!!!!!!!!

Plat fell in a hole with spikes at the bottom. The end

. Now further the main story or else I'll keep spamming stupid posts here! I can become the Spam King again if i wanted to, which I don't or else it's perma-ban!

Rancour · Oct 22, 2005, 09:18 PM // 21:18

Name: Enkido (nothing more, just Enkido)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: 75% human, 25% wolf
Class: Warrior/ranger
Weapons:

The Kaywither
A hand-and-a-half sword, made from a mixture of steel and lead, making this weapon very heavy even with a slender blade and a deep bloodgroove.
Colored silver as moonlight and fashioned with a wolf's head as the pommel, the Kaywither illustrates the connection between it's owner and the forest wolves, while being as strong and deadly as the latter.

Karabash
Not really a weapon as such, Enkido's near friend and only companion Karabash, can hold his own on the battlefield. Being imbued with powerful elementalist and warrior magic, Karabash is capable of smashing solid rock with a single claw swipe and conjure the awesome powers of the earth, causing it to shatter and crumble beneath his enemy's feet. However, the latter of these abilites cost major amounts of Karabash's small energy reserves and will therefor only be used when in serious trouble. This prooves no problem though, as the jaws of Karabash are usually enough to break even the strongest of foes.

Natural Weapons
From the wolf part of Enkido's body, come the natural weaponry of the wolf. These include powerful retractable claws, with which Enkido can either shred his enemies to pieces or climb to someplace safe, the first being the most likely. Another of these natural armaments is unsurpassed strength and speed, together with enhanced agility and reflexes. These being highly effective in melee combat and useful for defence against ranged attacks, Enkido's major weakness also comes from the same wolf genes that give him his strength. While arrows and swords may penetrate Enkido's skin, the attackers usually don't get this far. This is, however, if the attackers are not elementalists. Elementalists cannot only attack from afar but they can also conjure the the elements, fire being the most devastating for Enkido. From the wolf Enkido has inhereted the natural fear of fire and he will most likely panic if confronted with a foe using this element. These are the cases where Enkido would rather flee then fight and this has happened on many an occasion.

Armor: Enkido resents most mail armor and would rather take his chances on his own than with heavy platemail. This is because he simply preferes maneuvability over defence and dodging over enduring. However, he still wears a pair of strong Dolyakhide-leggings covered in chainmesh to protect his thighs and knees. Except for that, he wears nothing to protect his torso and feet, as his whole body is covered in very think skin which can withstand alot of punishment, although not making him invulanable. However, Enkido would have avoided the enemies attacks in time for him to move in for the kill, so he most likely won't have to take the punishment anyway.

Bio: Won't write one.

On the ground lay a small figure. A nimble person. Definately not someone skilled with a sword or an axe. Magic was probably the main strength of this person. Dark magic by the looks of it, judging from what looked like a scar on the persons face, fashioned like some sort of tatoo. "But what is this?" a figure in the trees nearby the unconcious person whispered to itself. "What is this running down her neck?" it said again, noticing now the features of the female body, being now able to determin the persons gender. "Blood..." it whispered again, as if not aware of the world around it. Sliding down the large oak where it has been perched just seconds ago, the creature landed silently on the ground, not even rustling neither the grass nor scaring small animals. The creature crept closer to the weak woman lying in the silver moonlight. Treading carefully, making sure no one was watching, it crept closer still, approaching from what was the back of the woman as she was lying on her side. It was now only a few feet away from her. If she had turned now it wouldn't be able to run away in time for her to see it. But she couldn't turn. And it wouldn't run. It was too curious. People weren't something you saw often out here in the woods, let alone necromancers. The creature was now so close to the woman that even the simple nostrils of the necromancer could smell him, had the nose nearest him not been connected to a sleeping mind. In the pale moonlight the creature now showed the features of not a beast; yet not a man either. It was more of a crossbreed. A male most likely. Strong legs in chainmail covered the upper part of his otherwise naked legs. A powerful torso with strong, yet slender muscles carried a leather sheeth with a sword on his back. His arms were as strong as the rest of his body and as slender as a young mans. On the shoulders of these strong arms was a noble face. Scruffy and clearly not shaved, yet handsome and friendly. His dark-brown hair was long and reached to the back of his neck but did not hang infront of his face but was somehow growing backwards as if it were a mane. He wore no jewelry neither on this body nor on his face. His eyes, however, shone like pearls and were now fixed upon the woman that lay only a few feet from his face. His eyes were now curious and careful, but at the same time worried both for himself and for the woman before him. What was he to do with her? He couldn't leave her there on the ground but he couldn't really run away not that he was so close. He decided to atleast turn her over so he could see her face clearly. He stretched out his large hand toward her shoulder and turned her around.

Note: Pheew, that's it. Not sure if I got it all right or if I'm even allowed to join. Just felt like you guys were making too many Kirbies. Anyway, can I participate? If not, don't pay attention to my post; I'll delete it. If yes, thanks for letting me join.

Platinum Agent · Oct 22, 2005, 10:31 PM // 22:31

Hmm, Storm? What do you think? BTW you don't need to delete your post, it helps us get to the next page faster

. I think that you might fit into the story after a page or two, it depends on what the others write about. In other news, what happened to Hawk3y3, and Dac, and, well, we already know what happened to Sanji. Link doesn't post much here though, but he's online everyday. The only ones really posting here are me, Storm, and Ownage...

Storm Crow · Oct 23, 2005, 12:24 AM // 00:24

no.

absolutely not.

I will not have another over selfish male posting in my thread. (not referring to Vantie or Link on this one...)

I'm sorry if you put work into that but from what I read just in your wapons and armor, I refuse to let you into the storyline.

ownage of teh elite · Oct 23, 2005, 12:37 AM // 00:37

That was a very descriptive post, man!

Pretty cool storyline, although I would like to see more of your biography.
It would be pretty wicked to know how your a wolf...
Either born to a werewolf and a human
Or Bitten by a wolf,
Or whatever story you have.

I'd be glad to hear it.

I'll be posting later, but right now, i'm off to shoot some people with an m4a1 in Counterstrike.

One little tip, just try to make the weapons & armour more relevant to the "virtual reality" of GW.

I would die to have little wolverine claw things coming out of my hands, but we're trying to stick to the GW "realism".

Anyways, thanks for the post man,
And good job with that.

Storm Crow · Oct 23, 2005, 01:11 AM // 01:11

a little part to the story Ive been thinking over for the past few days---

Strangely enough, Alicia did not see pain in this, as most would, but pleasure. ((weird huh? ok so not really)) She tilted her head back and to the side, sighing as the fangs went deeper still.

The dark Vanatiel had placed his hands back on her arms, but this time he dug his nails into her biceps. This released an anastetic type toxin that slowly made it's way to her heart, slowing her heartbeat.

As the toxin worked its way through her bloodstream, the dark Vanatiel started to give way to the real. Slowly the fangs retracted to their normal length, and slowly the toxin wore off, depleating and finally killing itself.

As Alicia came back to her senses she realized that what had happened in the Onyx Sister's Guild Hall was not normal. She realized that she was a bloodchild, not a powerchild, as the other Sisters were. The blood that had made her what she was, was finally doing what it had meant to for years. The ritual had tormented it, as her daethwound was again opened, if only breifly. This caused the blood that lay dorment within her, to bring it's rage forth, giving her the true power of the Necromancer.

As she lay on the ground, her heartbeat came to it's normal pace. There was a brief moment where her eyelids quivered, as if wanting to open but not doing so. Then with one sharp movement her eyes opened, revealing the white that had lay dorment for so long.

(sorry it took so long, Dad made me watch the Transylvanian edition of the Scariest Places on Earth...**very freaky**)