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Four Peaks...Five Destined...One Secret |
| [Introduction]
In the heart of a war, torn country stands four tall, foreboding towers, the Darkness Peaks. Each fabled to house an ancient secret; the Darkness Peaks are the centre of dreams and nightmares of the people of Ay’daen. Ay’daen, a land formerly under siege by the dark overlord Serisc, had stood for about 3 millenia under both evanescent glory and almost immortal ruin. Now a pile of archaic ruble and myth, the substantial people of the district warn of the dangers of the four Darkness Peak: a constant irritation of the royals ruling over the district. Almost as old as the fear enshrouding Ay’daen, is the prophecies preached within its walls. The Elders once spoke of a warrior prince who came to the aid of the people, locking away the Lord Serisc in a tomb at the centre of the foundation of the Darkness Peaks. Other stories say the great warrior prince was actually a princess, a beautiful fair virgin maid from a humble home, chosen by the Goddess to secure the secret that the Peaks hide. Whichever of the hundreds may be true all that is known is that the Darkness Peaks hide a secret. Almost a millennia has past since Serisc was supposedly entombed, marking the freedom of Ay’daen from near dominance. The small district tries hard to rebuild itself to its former glory and in the process, the myths and stories have died down to mere echoes. However there is a problem, the dark overlord is awake but barely alive, rescued from his tomb in the Darkness Peaks. The Vampire-like Destroyer has his eyes on whatever is in those towers. The death of the four remaining Guardians of the Darkness Peaks has risen a greater hope within him. The Elders know of this and speak nothing of it; they cannot stand to instill that kind of fear into the people of Ay’daen once more. But little do these Elders know, five guardians have already been born and chosen but yet to be discovered and only the subliminal, internal connection with the towers can lead them to their true calling. So here is the question, will the four Guardians, located all over the world, possess the power and strength and the will to be the immortal guardian of the dark Peaks of Ay’daen? Who will rise to oppose them? Who will help to find them? Who are they? And will the secrets of the Peaks finally be revealed and Ay’daen and the lands restored to their former magnificence? Geography The world of Ay’daen Naei is divided into 5 countries: Atlanta, Naei, Facidar, Volwar, and Cemde. Naei, being the largest of the five. Facidar is the second largest, following with Atlanta, Cemde, and Volwar respectively. Facidar is ruled by the water lord, Volwar, the Overlord of Fire, Cemde, the Kingdom of Air, Atlanta, the most mountainous of the five, the Kingdom of Terra [the forest world], and finally Naei, a tropic oasis surrounding a harsh, blinding desert of gold sand. /*/|* First additions should be the bio block. Bio Block should include Name: Species: human, spectre, vampyre, mage, faerie, elf, etc. (be creative, i dare ya) Age: Country: Atlanta, Naei, Facidar, Volwar, and Cemde Family History: Personal History: Weapon(s): if any Personality: General Description: PLEASE DO NOT KILL ANYONES CHARACTER WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION. I have no other major rules, just try to have fun and enjoy yourselves. |
| Name: Z'rynna (Oinlel Cerex) Species: Human/vampyre Age: 24 Country: Naei Family History: Orphaned at three, her foster families stretch across the five countries. Personal History: She returned to her home in Naei when she was 13 to raise herself with the help of Hue'rus, her confidant and teacher who teaches her war, history, science, and everything she would possibly ever need to know. Weapons: She carries a darkly varnished mahogany bo staff on her back; her hair pins double as daggers, and her other most obvious weapon is a long pirate’s saber she carries on her hips sometimes. Personality: Solemn and keeps to herself most of the time. She is a very humble person molded by the absence of true home and family. She appreciates the simple things of life and usually happy swimming with dolphins or out in the deserts or just watching the sun rise. General Description: She is a desert-beauty standing at 5'11" with bronze skin and defined facial features. She is very skinny and has a gypsy figure, the human kind very abundant in Naei. She has triple pierced ears, and wears dangle earrings, semi large hoops, and fire opal on the holes. She has long wavy jet black hair reaching past the small of her back. Her eyes are the colour of the Desert herself with iridescent stripes of the tropic water of the Ay'daen seas themselves, framed by long smoky black eyelashes. She wears henna tattoos around her wrists and arms, feet, back and stomach. Z'rynna wears a 12-inch white linen skirt and a lace fringe scarf with golden coins around her hips. Sometimes she wears a red and brown corset-like top with her brown boots or a long sleeve white linen midriff top with her lace up sandals, what she usually wears when she visits the seas. As for impressing features, her eyes turn the colour of red desert sand at night and yellow on a full moon and very intimidating canine teeth. |
| Name: Grey or V’tanya Species: Spectre/human Age: Unknown Country: Atlanta Family History: All of her original family is dead. The family of her reborn form is alive. Personal History: V’tanya lived thousands of years ago and died from illness at the age of 20. Her will to stay in the mortal realm kept her soul from passing on and she wondered the land as a spectre. Her ghostly travels came to a halt when she was reborn into the world 23 years ago. Now she has a human body but still has the ability to return to her spectre self. Weapons: Her greatest weapon is her ability to possess others. She generally is skilled with a variety of weapons, because when she possessing others she picks up some of there skill. She carries a sword and two hidden daggers. Personality: Intelligent and conniving, she finds it very hard to trust. She has the mentally that she has seen everything, so she believes noting can surprise her. Once you earn her trust she can prove to be a very valuable friend. When this happens, she becomes courageous and noble. She is also lighthearted with the right amount of seriousness. General Description: V’tanya, her spectre from, looks like a thin 20-year-old girl. She is 5’6. Her whole body is translucent, her hair is translucent silver, her eyes are grey and hollow, and her skin is ghostly pale almost nonexistent. She wares a loose bodice and long flowing skirt, and is barefooted. She hovers above ground, go through solid object and can teleport from place to place. Grey is her reborn self. She stands around 5’8 with tan skin. Her eyes are grey like V’tanya’s but they are more radiant. Her auburn hair is shoulder length frames her face. Her facial features are youthful. She has a slight figure and looks delicate, which causes many to underestimate her clothes. She wears anything the she is comfortable in. |
| Name: Aggar Species: half-orc Age: 42 Country: Volwar Family History: Aggar is the son of the former chief of the orcish clan Firehammer from Volmar. His mother was a human, one of the clan's slaves. Personal History: Aggar grew up like a typical orc until the age of about twenty. All the while he was disliked due to his human half, but respected because his father was the chief. The two evened out. When he was twenty, however, his father was killed when another orc took over the Firehammer clan. Aggar was forced to flee, and has been a nomad hunter in the woods of Volmar ever since. Weapon(s): A massive battleaxe and a great longbow. The longbow for hunting, and the axe for putting trespassers in their place. Personality: Being part orc, Aggar is extremely hostile, often killing on sight. On some days, however, Aggar's human heritage acts up and he can be known to simply ignore passerbies, unless, of course, they attack him. General Description: Aggar stands at 7 feet and is extremely muscular from over forty years of fighting and such. His face is twisted in the ugliness of orcs, though his skin is more akin to that of a human. He keeps his head shaven, but has a lengthy beard. He wears a deerskin tunic as well as a cape made out of two wolfskins that doubles as a blanket. His quiver is lashed to his belt on his right side, and a dagger (not for fighting) lies on the other. Aggar's bow stays wrapped around in his shoulder, and he carries the axe in his hands, dropping it when wielding a bow is preferable. |
| Name: Echo Questane Species: Siren/Nymph/Pixie/Spector Age: 19 Country: Naei Family History: Her mother was half Siren, half Water Nymph, and her father was half Pixie, half Spector (Pixies have the ability to mate with Spectors). Her mother lured her father to her with her Siren half (singing), used him for her purposes, and killed him. Her father was a strong-willed man and thought he could change her because she was only half-Siren, but he was wrong, and was killed. Her mother died when Echo was 9 from a Siren-hunter named Genesis. Genesis also killed her mother's mother, a Siren. Her mother's father, a Water Nymph, died trying to save his wife. Her father's father, a Pixie, died of a disease before Echo was born. Her father's mother, a Spector, is still wandering the world, but Echo doesn't know where she is. Personal History: After her mother died, Echo took care of herself. To get food and other essentials, she either tricked travelers into giving her food and essentials using her Nymph skills, stole it from them using her Pixie skills, or changed herself into someone else and made them feel sorry for her or scared of her etc. to give her things using her Spector skills. She refused to use her Siren skills. She has never sang since her mother died. Weapon(s): She doesn't like to fight, and refuses to kill anyone. She uses her skills as different species to trick them into leaving her alone. Personality: Many times, her personality contradicts other aspects of her personality. She hates Sirens, but will become friends with anyone, no matter who they are, as long as they aren't trying to hurt her or her friends, so she is friends with some Sirens (on the condition that they don't hurt her male friends). She is the complete opposite of shy, but is quiet a lot. She doesn't trust very easily, because she knows how good people can trick others (she's a trickster herself), but she's loyal to anyone, sometimes to a fault, even if they haven't earned her trust. She hates using her skills as different beings, but will use them for her survival or for others. She, most of all, would like to be a normal human. She refuses to fight anyone, and is very good at avoiding fights. She's often the peace-maker between her friends. When she's using her Spector skills to change into someone else and they find her out, she is forced to answer one of their questions truthfully before she can leave them. Also, she can see into most people's minds, so she can pretend to be someone that person knows better using her Spector skills. Some people, however, she can't see into their minds, them having strong mental barriers. General Description: Long silver hair with purple on the ends, inherited from her mother. Blue-green eyes and extremely pale-blue skin because of her Water Nymph heritage. She's short, only 5', with pale blue wings, because of her pixie heritage. She can change into anyone because of her Spector heritage. |
| Twilight stained the northern skies of Naei with random blends of red, blue, pink, and gold. The world was calm; you could feel it in the simple rustle of the flower brush and the sweet calls of the paternal meadowlarks. The few hours before the rising sun meant the true start of another Sabbath day. The priestess would be holding a special blessing today for the christening of the King and Queen’s new born child, Sy’aera. Thousands traveled miles from their homes to be audience to the King and Queen but seldom in out skirted lands, especially Naei. Hue’rus walked outside silently admiring the sweet scent of jasmine and beach roses dotted along side the beachscape. In the silence of the morning and the rush of twilight tide, he heard the muffled sound of sobbing rising from below a dune in the glittering sands. “Z’yrnna!” He called. “Is that you?” There was no answer. Surely, it was Z’yrnna. She was seated in the sands, her body encased in a soft lilac flannel. He had not heard her tears in months and felt she was getting better. But as he approached her and she cast her ruby eyes upon him, he saw the stains of no sleep and pure distress; something’s wrong again. Another tears escaped, and as a little child, she ran to the arms of her brother. “Hue’rus, it was horrible. Just horrible.” She buried her nose into his chest, smearing her salted and endless tears across his thin linen robe. “They came for her, they killed her…smeared her blood all across the marble. It’s a sign…it can’t be stopped!” Her tears began again. “Z’yrnna, calm yourself. Who are you talking about? Who is this girl you speak about? Who are they?” He held her up, but she was limp and her eyes downcast. “Speak to me. Who are you talking about?” He ran his hand over her hot forehead and threw her messy and dirtied hair. She calmed a little and explained herself. “I saw…I saw….no, I had another nightmare Hue’rus.” “Another one, I thought they stopped months ago?” “No, listen. It’s a sign.” “What is! You keep saying that, but you aren’t making any sense.” “I saw, I saw the christening. But it wasn’t the christening anyone would expect.” “Yes and who was this girl they killed, the queen?” “No…it was her new born child.” “What! What did you exactly see.” “I saw a man, dressed exquisitely in all black. He wore black leather gloves. His eyes were beautiful. They were yellow, like a tigers, and certainly dangerous. I have seen them somewhere before; everything about him was familiar. He came with two other men dressed in archaic armor into the shadowed halls of the Palace. It was amazing. They swiftly killed the five guards at the door and did away with the innocent nanny, who screamed for her life. I felt her screams; they burned into me. The dark man took the child, her cries muffled by a scarlet cloth. The two army officials at his side handed him a dagger. It was beautiful but so familiar as if I had seen it before. With it, he took the child’s life, her blood smeared a bright crimson across his black gloves. All I remember afterwards was he took the blood and smeared a warning across the walls of the palace, and four symbols on the obelisk in the temple of the goddess. Each symbol was designated on a certain side of the obelisk. One to the North, another: the South, the third: the West and finally, the East. It was horrible. The bodies of the five guards and the nanny were mutilated. The strangest attribute was they had no blood whatsoever in their veins. They were pale, lifeless corpses.” At the sound of this, Hue’rus became distressed and very worried. “I hope this was nothing but a mere dream. But, we shall see.” “How?” She wiped her tears and looked up at her caretaker. Hue’rus stood and approached the dark stabled highlighted by the grays and blues of the twilight. We will ride to Corinus, and we shall see if all you say is true. We have a little over two hours until the sun will be bright. Get your stuff quickly and come.” She obeyed and ran into the small stone beach house and gathered up her few provisions: her clothes, weapons, and food. She strapped on her leather boots and quickly mounted her darkly spotted mare. With a flick of their reigns, the two were off, Hue’rus gallantly leading the way. Corinus was the new capital city of Ay’daen. A beautiful city built on the finest cobbles and beautiful white marble, Corinus is situated silently overlooking the Bay of Oiryus. The capital borders both Cemde and Atlanta. The quickest means of approach from Naei is to follow the beach and surely, in no time the gleaming white steeple of the Kingdom’s church would come into view. Hue’rus and Z’rynna reached Corinus in a little under two hours. The ride was hard and the horses were greatly tired. From first glance, nothing appeared wrong. The crystal clock bell rang and glinted with the rays of the rising sun. 6.00. Z’yrnna’s eye had returned to hazel and they stared at Hue’rus with caution and fear. They kept walking through the empty plazas with fellow travelers from the many lands and it seemed nothing was amiss. But on approach to the palace courtyard, fright and horror filled the morning air. As thousand of screams resonated through the capital city, it seemed that Z’yrnna had more than a nightmare. The sight of the baby’s blood across the white marble wall brought the orphan to her knees. Hue’rus realized it affected her more than it really was supposed to affect anyone. He wrapped his arms around her in protection. “Please tell me, it didn’t happen. Please tell me it was just a dream, a stupid nightmare. Please, tell me it’s over!!” Her voice was cracking, tears chocking almost naïve requests. “I wish I could, Z’yrnna. But, it seems…it has only just begun.” |
| “Mother it happened again,” a young girl cried as she sat in the main garden of her parents’ estate. “What’s the matter my dear Crystal,” Lady Maltese replied in a comforting voice as she cuddled her youngest daughter. “I saw that ghost again,” Crystal cried, “It was haunting me, mocking me with those hollow eyes!” Her cries turned to sobs that over whelmed her distraught mother. “Why would any ghost hunt you, my love,” Lady Maltese replied as she kissed the child on her forehead, “now stop this foolish crying and tell me where you sister is.” V’tanya hovered above them invisible to their vision now smiling to herself. Her body, that of the girl her mother, Lady Maltese, called Grey lay lifeless on her bed in her bedroom. The door locked tight to stop unwanted attention. She would return to those walls of flesh soon enough but she far more enjoyed terrifying the little devil she was forced to call sister, Crystal. She laughed to herself as the tears streamed down Crystal’s face. “Serves her right,” V’tanya replied smugly as she floated in front of them still invisible, “maybe now she’ll learn to leave me alone.” Me as in Grey she noted to herself. “Where is Grey,” Lady Maltese asked again after Crystal’s barrage off tears had ebbed. “Why should I care,” Crystal replied as she made up her face, “she’s probably locked up in that room of her, as usual.” “I’ll have to call her down, as a matter or fact I have to call the whole family” the Lady smiled, “I have an announcement to make about a letter I received earlier today.” Crystal smiled, she was filled with anticipation, mostly because she had a slight idea of what the letter was about. Her mother summand some servants and sent them off to call the other members of the family out into the garden courtyard. V’tanya took this as a cue to return, any minute any one of those servant would be knocking on Grey’s door and if there was no answer it could lead to trouble. She closed her eyes and thought of the bedroom when she opened them again she was there looking down on herself, the term herself used loosely. Although she would like to she did not hate that body as much as she let on. She floated over and blended in with the body again, slowly opening her eyes. She was a little stiff but that was to be excepted. Bang, Bang, Bang. She was back just in time. She got out of the bed and opened the door acting as though her mothers summons surprised her. She walked down the long staircase, through the halls and out the main door. She now found herself on the cobbled walkway that led to the gardens where her mother was. Grey was not alone. “Well it seems I’m not alone,” the voice of her brother replied coming up behind her. Ramdin was a year her elder and was usually the voice of reason when there father was out. “I wanted what mother would want to tall us.” “Your best guess is mine,” Grey smirked; in fact, the truth was they all knew what the letter was about, the christening of the princess. When the two arrived, they say their father mother and Crystal sitting sat the tables. “I have received an invitation to the Princess’s christening,” Lady Maltese began barley able to wait for Grey and Ramdin to have seat. She explained how they who be leaving in two hours time as to get to Corinus in good time. When the two hours had lapsed, her mother, father, and Crystal of course opted to go by carriage, while Ramdin and Grey were quite content to ride their horses over. Not a typical ladylike entrance Grey knew but she didn’t care much for mannerisms, never did and frankly new will. When they arrived in Corinus Ramdin and Grey rode to the place stables while the carriage continued on to the palace. “Ramdin,” Grey replied as the two started there walk to the place. “What is it,” he smiled. “I had a strange dream last night,” she continued. “What about,” he asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not sure, and I can’t remember much of it,” she sighed, “The only vivid part was a dark tower of sorts. The ground was barring and in an instant it just grew out of the ground, casting a shadow that went for miles.” “Strange dream indeed,” Ramdin replied before the sound of screams caught their ears. They ran to see all the panic and pandemonium that was occurring in and around the palace. Screams of they killed her and she is dead filled Grey’s ears but she could not yet comprehend what the worlds meant. When she saw the blood on the walls she did not know what to think, or did she already know. She held fast the Ramdin’s sleeves as they went closer. |
| Name:Zarior Dorian Age:17 Species:frade.[shapshiters] Contry:Volwar sex:male Family history: he comes from a family of experienced assasins. Personal history:He his a world renoud assasin and the only shapshifter left. Weapons: him self, daggers, skilled with all weapons. Personality: He is very head strong and not very social,he loves his job. he is very smart. general discription: his black hair can blend into the shadows easliy. he is 5'11 and 140 pound with great stealth. he is strong and very fast. |
| Hue'rus placed the young girl on her knees to cry from the pains of her dreams last night. He looked at her with sad eyes; how such a girl of 24 years could possibly be like a mere teen. The manner at which she aged and her personality as she did so was something that always confused him for the 11 years he had known this girl. "Stay here." Her brother's command was strong but equally cautious. Just as he stated, she did and watched him leave into the fury of angry, confused, and sadden patriots of the crown. Hue'rus had found the place just like Z'yrnna's dreams had stated. Crimson was like paint across the many, once glistening, walls of the Capital city. Suddenly, "the Temple of the Goddess" echoed through his mind. His pace quickened and he ran to the temple hoping that his sister would be wrong. But his hopes were to no avail. Just like the young maiden had prophecized, it was executed. Fresh red blood dripped slowly down the obelisk, which was strange, because it takes 30 minutes for blood to dry. Something was amiss, the child wasn't the only sacred life taken that morning. It was a sad sight, and he knew not what to tell Z'yrnna. However, he had to see the king and queen. In this their time of need, it was necessary to for a true friend to see to them. But he couldn't just leave the girl back there to let her mind wonder on savage things. Quickly, he ran back out and retrieved her. Inquisitvely, she asked about what he had seen, and whether or not all that she had dreamed was true. Silence was the only thing he could grant her; he had always tried to give her what she deserved but now it seemed as if holding back was the healthiest option, not the best. Z'yrnna had given up on him. She was just now only wondering why he was now going to see the King and Queen, in their greatest hour of distress. |*| The King and Queen Ay'daen were in their room, refusing audience with anyone. The queen sat pale and in pain under a bounty of fine silk sheets and cotton comforters. The childbirth had been a venture but now, the death and all else that had transcribed that night had bedridden her completely. Not one of the tender kisses of the King or his salty tears could open her eyes, as her sobbs sailed through the air of death. However, a knock came through: Hue'rus'. He had cleverly made his way through guards and confusion to find his way to the royal family. "I thought I made it clear that no one could see us!" The king shouted without even turning his head. There was silence, which was slowly broken. "I know...but I really need to see you." The heavy accent and humble words were all too familiar to the king. "Hue'rus." It almost seemed as if a tear escaped through his tired and worn eyes. "Yes." Was all he could say. Z'yrnna was holding his arm, looking up at him. There was a passion in his eyes. He knew what he was doing; he knew what was happening, and he was so afraid. It was written all through him. The large doors were finally openned and the King stood before the young man in his robe and slipper with a long broadsword to his side. He was crying, from before, and threatening to take his life. They hugged. The King was grateful to see him after years. "Why have you come my son." "I came to see you two. See how you were." Then his eyes caught the decrepit queen, breathing heavily in her large laced canopy bed. He ran to her and kneeled down at the bed skirt, placing her pale, willowy hands in his. Hue'rus' warmth caused her eyes to twitch a little. His voice completely coaxed them to open. "Hue'rus?" She whispered weakly, looking straight ahead into the shadows. "I'm here, mother." He delicately touched her cheek as he stood up and sat beside her softly. He kissed her forhead, and got up, looking back at the queen in a the sweetest, most loving gaze. "I've missed you so, my son. Have you returned?" His eyes darkened, "I don't know mother...if I have. I came to see how you were." 'Mother....son....could Hue'rus be...the son of the King and Queen of the Provinces of Ay'daen'. The King walked over to his wife and son. Z'yrnna stood alone and clueless in the backdrops of the bedroom, staring into a wise, aged family that now she realized she had no place, why was she here. Hue'rus was her master, her brother, not some prince with a dead sister. Remebering that, the vision of the man cloaked in black and his topaz eyes flashed in her mind. Her body began to ache. A groan echoed from the left corner of the room that Hue'rus only heard. He looked back and saw his sister standing, holding her stomach. "Yes, mother...father. There is something I must ask of you." "What is it son?" The king asked in a distressing manner. Hue'rus' dissposition change as he led Z'yrnna by hand to his dying mother's bedside. Both rulers looked up and gazed up at the beautiful child. "Her eyes." The queen whispered, "Her eyes...were like his....who is this?" "This is Z'yrnna. She is an orphan I've been taking care of for 11 years now mother." "Really." The queen slowly extened her hand to take hers. Turning her wrists and eyeing her exquisite tatoos, her eyes darkened and her tone became shallower. "This child," Looking up and down at the girl. "She is not of this world, and she is meant for so much. There are so many like her. It's questionable whether they are meant for greatness or destruction. Her eyes...they are hard to read. These writing..." The queen looked up at her again. "Do you know...what they mean?" "Ummm no, my lady. There are strange. They only come back when I have these nigh...dreams." "Ahaa, I see." The queen seemed to have been regaining strenght in her bed as she talked to the young child, with the presence of her only living son in the room. "You see, my little girl, you are special, you, along with four others. I don't know you're chosen destiny, it seems dim to me. But I all that I can tell you, is the Goddess laid out a prophecy, to be fulfilled....and now..." Turning her sullen face out of the window to her right, "it seems to be happening." The queen began to cry and choke on her tears. She wouldn't talk now, it was hard. She was resting back in her bed; her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. The room seemed danker now as silence creeped up into everyone. 'What was this prophecy she was talking about? I...have a destiny...intertwined with that of four others.' However, soon, Z'yrnna had cuaght on to were the young queen's gaze was finally resting. Out of the large east window, in the bright of morning solace, the blood smeared obelisk of the goddess' temple rose in a straight fury. The most striking thing in the entire view was the visual that formed around it. Behind the obelisk, the four forbodding peaks rose into the dark clouds of the sky. The Peaks had something to do with it, she had turned that way for a reason. No woman would turn away from the two most important men in her life. Hue'rus got up; Z'yrnna looked up at him curiously as he gazed out the window as well. He had caught on. "We have to go now." His voice was different, almost angrier, as if he had heard something he did not want to. He held her arm tight. No kiss for mother or father, or just a last glance as they left the kingdom palace, his birthplace and birthright, to who knows where. Something was wrong, she could sense it, and once again...Hue'rus would be silent. She had to know the prophecy, one way or the other. |
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