A perpetual night

[Morgoth]

Okay, this is going to be in the future. Magic. Mages rule the known world. Technology exists, but is no match for the magic. The mages are ruled by the Enclave, an elite group of archmages. Any child known or thought to have magical ability is taken away at an early age. If the child does have magical ability, it is trained as a mage. If not, it becomes a slave. The populace is becoming extremely unhappy with the mage rule. Not that it does them any good. One rebellion happened. The mages left everyone alive... si they could be tortured for years. After each one died, his mutilated corpse would be hung up for view. Even the once bloodthirsty crowds were disgusted. Everyone has been cowed into submission. They are led by one mage. He claims to be a god on earth. And he certainly appears it. He has been stapped clean through his heart. He has been decapitated. Yet, he lives on and rules. His eyes glow of a red light and he speaks with a non-human voice. But in a world of only humans, this is strange. He has artifacts in his posession so powerful they can destory entire cities with one surge of power. Yet there are freedom fighters. Feel free to join. I shall be the 'God' and the leader of the freedom fighters. Any kind of character, just remember that everything is human and mages tend to look down on commoners. Commoners also heartily curse the mages, but not in their faces. Lastly, even the slightest misdemeanor is punishable by death.

 

[Paendragon]

OOC: Interesting. This will take some thought. But I'm in. probably as a mage, with a twist.

 

[Lady Violet]

damn!! lol

Name: Antheia Ferrington
Race: Human, middle class
Age: 23
Characteristics: Huge dark brown eyes, deep set. Reddish/brown hair, shoulder length with some curls. Tanned, in good shape.
Personality: Wary of others, looks at every one as a potential enemy. Doesnt know how to socialize properly, comes off as rude.
History: Born and raised in Karn Forrest. Grew up to fear the mages and magic, it was something not to dable in. Antheia learned how to raise samplings, to nurtur them, help them grow with love and respect, yet she has none for those who work with magic.
Present: Antheia lives with her parents. A brother, who showed signs of magic (able to make a tree grow by using thought) was taken at 2 years of age (he would be 18) . She longs to find him, yet is loyal to her family.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC:
Something about mages and magic, eh? Um.. Gimme a moment to think of a good character..

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Character

OOC:

Char Name: Jack Lightstone ( ? )
Age: 26
Race: Human/Mage, Lower class
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Skin Tone: Tanned, muscular
Physique: Average, skinny waistline
Bio: Kind by nature, never allowed the Mage's to take him into their schools, hiding his powers at a young age. By the age of 19 he had mastered every mage skill that he knew was out there, trying in vain to succeed any other mage and to work with the human race to put the Mage's back on a lvl where everyone was closer to equal. He concealed his powers to everyone besides his parents, letting everyone think he was a normal lower class citizen.
Helps the humans whenever he manages to without using his powers, but feels the time draws near for him to use his strengths against the Mage's

 

[Paendragon]

OOC:

Character: Mage
Name: Mordin
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'4"
Age: 30
Build: Muscular. Scarred from torture.
Story: Had spoken out against the magi abusing their powers and was punished by torture. Was also made to witness the execution of his human parents. The threat of the extermination of the rest of his family is all that keeps him in line. he has an apprentice who has just turned 18, and is months away from ending the apprenticeship. Can anyone guess who he's related too? Yes! The apprentice is Antheia's long lost brother! lol. Mordin always wears black: Shirt, pants robe, etc. Magi are constantly watching him.

 

[Chronicler]

Tomus WinterHeart

Name: Tomus WinterHeart
Age: 24
Decription: Tall and well built, Tomus has long white hair and a deep tan. He is a mortal/human (as opposed to a mage) but has white shining eyes that seem to deter everybody around him...

 

[faust]

*I have too much free time on my hands*

Name: Scorpio
Age: Unknown (appears 28ish)
Hair: Unknown (currently dyed brown)
Eyes: Unknown (currently wears red lenses)
Origins: Unknown
Bio: A dark man with a dark past. Father a mage, mother was raped by said mege. Scorpio (real name unknown) was a troublemaker from birth. At age 12, led an attack that left 2 mages (and 7 comerades) dead. Since then, has been constantly hunted by the mages. Undettered, he has founded Red Wolf, a very extremist revolutionary organization to oppose the mages. Unlike other mainstream opposition groups, Red Wolf will not stop st simply abolishing the mages: it plans to impose am ironfisted imperial rule over the humans, focus on technology, and "weed out" (read: kill) all those with magical abilities. The goal is a society of "proper human beings directed in positive directions by their absolutely normal counterparts." Will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. If 99 out of every 100 people worldwide die as a result, so be it.

 

[Paendragon]

Mordin stood on the balcony overlooking the city. There was a cool wind blowing in from the south, that whipped his cloak around his legs. His face was set in the scowl he had worn almost continuously over the last 15 years, since the 'sessions', his brows drawn downward over his green eyes.

His clothes were all black, from shirt to boots, and covered him from wrists to feet. They weren't that way by choice. It was one of the standing orders of the Council of Magi, that he keep his scars covered, so as not to show that the Magi were able to be harmed. The fact that he still wore the scars at all was an order from a higher power than the Council, it came directly from the God. A reminder is what he called them. A reminder to obey.

He felt the presence long before he heard the arrival of his only friend.

"My Lord?" the friend called out.

"Hail, Young One."

The friend shook his head and laughed. He had reached his majority last week, and was due to leave Mordin's apprenticeship in a few weeks. Hardly a 'Young One'. Then, he turned serious.

"The Council is requesting your presence, My Lord."

Mordin's frown deepened. What is it now? Another assasination? I wonder what rebel leader is causing trouble this time. You think the humans (a disdainful term for the Magi, who considered themselves MORE than human) would learn by now that there is no way to oppose the God and the Enclave.

"My Lord?"

"Tell me, Tavis. Where will you go when your apprenticeship ends? You will be free to travel then." Not like me, he could have added.

"I don't know, My Lord. I had thought maybe of staying here, with you..."

"No!" Mordin spun toward the apprentice, anger in his eyes. He took a breath, calming himself. "Don't stay here Tavis. There is too much to see beyond this place."

"I had thought..."

Mordin held up his hand. "We'll speak of it later. The Council is not to be kept waiting."

 

[Guest]

Deep in the slums...

Maximillian Rouege stopped before a small wooden door in a dank alleyway off Highborn Rd. The door creacked on its hinges as he swung it open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hall, a heavily-armed guard stopped Max, whispering "We fight for our lives..." Max finished the passphrase, "...and death is our keeper." He was quickly waved into the next room.

Ten minutes and three checkpoints later, he stood before a nondescript cast-iron door. Giving it four good knocks in quick succesion, he waited for an answer. Finally, a voice called out from inside, "Come in."

Inside, a large man sat at a desk, poring over stacks of papers and scribbling notes on a dirty notebook. The man looked up as Max entered, motioning for him to have a seat. "So, how'd it go."

"Sir Scorpio, I am happy to report that all went according to plan. No casualties."

"And the boy?"

"Just as we suspected - latent magical abilities. The mages hadn't dicovered him yet, so we..."

"Look, I don't have all fucking day! What'd you do?"

"Like you ordered. Put a cap in his skull and buried the body. Done and done."

"Well, that's over with. Now for the next....Hey what the fuck's wrong with you?"

Max grimaced. "He was just a 9-year old kid..."

Scorpio sighed. "Yeah, for now. But in ten years, he'd be running around with the mages, killing humans like me and you for the hell of it. Understand? Gotta take care of the problem before it causes you problems!"

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry sir. I'll fight to the death for the Cause."

"I know. That's why I trust you like a brother, Max! Now, I've been looking over some papers here. I think we're gonna try something big next. Real big. Make those motherfuckers bleed, understand. I still got some fine points to work out though. Why don't you go rest up, and I'll explain it to you later."

Scorpio watched Max leave the room. He was a good man. They were all good men, regardless of what anyone said. The future would belong to them - but first they'd have to deal with those damn mages...

 

[faust]

Yep, that's me. Give yourself a cookie if you already guessed.

 

[Lady Violet]

Antheia Ferrington

She stood on the front steps, watching her father tend to the saplings. They had done extremly well through the cold night, and now her father was removing the cheese cloths that were covering them.

Antheia smiled and continued sweeping the stone walkway. Her mother said it was a waste of her time, but she liked doing it, it allowed her to think while not having to focus much on the task. Right now her thoughts were about her family, and how long they would be able to survive. The Mages were getting stronger by the day, and more numerous. It wouldn't be long until they would be forced to leave their home, but Antheia was prepared to fight, even if her parents were not.

"Ann darling" Antheia turned around, her mother standing in the door way holding a cup with steam coming out from the top. "Bring this to your father please, it will help to warm him up then come inside and have some too."

"Yes mother" she replied, taking the cup from her.

"You're a little taller today Ann" her mother said, using the pet name her parents called her.

"Yes mother" she replied, walking away with a grin on her face. "Really, I think you do" she heard behind her. It was an ongoing farce between the Ferrington family. Antheia already stood at nearly 6 feet. It was a curse sometimes, a blessing at others.

"Here father, Mother made you tea".

"Oh thank you" he said, taking the mug from her. "And how is my bean stalk today?"

"I'm well. How are the trees?"

"Oh fine fine, a little frost bitten on the ends, but they'll prevail."

"Not like whats happening in the villages, huh father?"

"Hmmm, whats that?" He had returned to freeing the samplings from their coverings.

"Well, its just that, I've been hearing the Mages are getting closer, pillaring villages, killing anyone who gets in their way, even innocents are getting hurt and killed."

Antheia's father stopped for a moment, and seemed to be thinking, but before he could give his response, they heard a crakling noice coming from the edge of the forrest.

 

[delite]

Character; Mage
Name; Alissia
Hair; Red
Eyes;Violet through deep purple to black depending on her mood
Age;Appears to be in her early 20's
Height; 5'8
Build; Athletic.
Story;
One of the older magi, she has amassed power and knowledge.
has little or no compassion for humans, believes that the magi are superior beings and that it is ordained that humans should be ruled by the Magi, and uses her knowledge and power to see that the status quo is retained.

 

[Slance]

Character

OOC: Jeeze mages mages every ware i'm not a mage! wait ... no i'm am.
Name: Slance Rivvet
Class: gunner/mage
Age: 18
Hair: Black shaved 1cm short
Weapons: slight magic and two .45 pistals.
Eyes: Green
looks: Slender but not thin almost allways wares a billowing trench coat. His darting firey green eyes are just above the brim of the trench coat.
History: At the age of 12 he was in a school and working hard at a small relation ship that he had with a girl. At ther home they were studing for a science test when for the first time she leaned over and kissed him and he was taken by surprise that a red glow started to come from him the girl wouldn't tell but her mother walked in at that moment not wanting her famaly to get heart from the mages she told them. The girl warned Slance that she had heard her mother telling the mage and so Slance packed his things in a herry and ran. He now is still on the run because the mages have marked his looks he now suports 2 .45s that he has had to us eand his slight developing magic.

 

[Slance]

run!

Crack! Snapple! The twigs broke from behind him. Slance knew he had to hurry thats why he was in this forest any ways because the danm magi had chsed through the street killing a by standerd. Slance ran through the forest breaking twigs as he whent the magi were closing in on him he saw the end of the forest and ran. He came out seeing a scene of a perplexed youg lady and a man tending to a baby tree. Slanc eheard the girl say "What .. What are you doing?" Slance just quickly turnes around pulled out is guns and said quickly "No time too talk." and he fired off a few shots knowing it wouldn't hit them. He turned around and yelled "Run for it get in your house!" and he turned around heading for the house him self.

 

[Lord Alexander]

[OOC - hey. Nice idea for a thread. Don't mind if I leap in, do you? Excellent]

Name: Arwarn
Hair: Spiky blood red streaked with black.
Eyes: Silvery grey.
Height: 5'9"
Age: 21
Build: Rake thin but wiry
Weapon: Two handed sword taken from the body of a dead rebel
Personality: friendly, enthusiastic and highly intelligent, but with a mean streak a mile wide. One not to be trusted. A born liar if ever there was, but no-one knows this.
Biography: Raised in squalor by parents who had fled from the machinations of the Mages, Arwarn was taught to be mistrustful of everyone. This eventually included his parents, who he blamed for not allowing him to grow up in a normal manner. However, he has been able to accumulate wealth through not-so-very legal sources which enables him to 'donate' gold to the mages, and indeed he has been known to help them - this means they stay off his back. His social position reflects this, and he is the equivalent of a lord, and therefore wears fine clothes and lives a comfortable life. However, even he is not sure where his true affiliations lie...

 

[Lord Alexander]

Arwarn dug his heels into the sweating flanks of his coal-black stallion and galloped after the trenchcoated figure. Fallen copper and gold leaves crunched as the powerful horse's hooves pounded into the ground, throwing up clods of earth. As befitted a high ranking thief and plunderer (for that is what Arwarn truly thought of himself as, not a useful spy for the mages) his destrier was the finest that he could obtain and it's trappings red and silver leather. He urged it forward, eyes glittering in the excitement of the chase.

He had taken a fancy to the revolvers that the young man had in his hands - they would fit nicely into his belt if he could obtain them. Arwarn also figured that he disarmed this hooligan that the mages were chasing, they would be prepared to offer him better terms to seek out these magical children that they wanted so badly.

All he had been doing was drinking in an illegal tavern when the mages started chasing the boy. The most senior there had told him to track the fleeing figure and he had; what else could he do? Say no to an important mage?

Arwarn may be a liar and a thief, but he was not stupid. That's what he truly disliked about the magical hierarchy that ruled. For even though Arwarn had as much liberty as a human could possess, and he was making money, as all black marketeers and spies can do, he was still inexhorably controlled by the mages. And he hated it.

 

[Paendragon]

Mordin led the way to the Council chamber. He wondered what it could be this time. Another rebel, a rogue mage? He could never tell. One thing was certain, it was no social call. None of the Council liked him, or trusted him. Not that he really cared. He knew the reason he had been allowed to live. His power.

He had showed incredible Power at a young age, and they knew they could use him. He knew his family was safe only as long as he was useful to the Council, and the God. They began to use him for their more dangerous missions, knowing that he would do anything to accomplish their tasks. Dying was never an option, nor was failure. The God had told him that long ago. Either would lead to the extermination of all he held dear. They had changed his life, and changed his name, and made them into what they needed most from him.

The name Mordin, in the Old Language, meant Death.

 

[Slance]

OOC: ok i got a message from some one saying I couldn't be in that place so instead it's an other forest K? Oh and nice tuch with the eleagle tavern slance would be doing that.

IC: Slance came out of the forest seeing an other industries city full of mega cinames and houses and tons other city stuff Slance kept running and tripped over a rock at the steep hill that over hung the city and he rolled too the bottem and his face bloody he looked up seeing a figure on a horse and then slumped his head in to the ground and it was black.

OOC: you decide what happens to me k mabey take me to the mages mabey some thing else your decision.

 

[Slance]

o ya dont kill me! yet at least but giving me to the mages would make a good plot.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Name: Shivaun Leth
Race: Human, lower class
Age: 21
Description: Slim, 5'11", brown hair with blonde highlights, grey eyes, very agile, very quick
Skills: Considers himself to be a master of daggers, keeps several secreted about his person. Able to use a gun, but accuracy is poor (always hits something, just not what he's aiming for), fairly acrobatic, relies on speed and dexterity to get him out of bad situations.
Personality: Very cynical, hides behind a sarcastic wit to keep others from getting too close
History: Ran away from home at age 13, he has been living hand to mouth ever since. Has been known to steal, but usually avoids such things, wary of being caught. Most of the people he's encountered have little or no memory of him, as he tends to fade into the background of his environment (not physically, just very quiet and unobtrusive)
Recently, after refusing several offers of employment by a local thieves guild, they took offence at his consistant refusals and tried to have him killed. He escaped, making for another town, but with little knowledge of the wilds soon became lost and wandered into the Karn forest. Has gone with little food and water for several days, and is burning with fever.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Shivaun Leth

Crashing through the brush and foliage that concealed the clearing, Shivaun staggered into the open, catching a brief glimpse of a tall, wollowy woman standing defensively near a crouching man before he collapsed into the dark soil. His last thought was of cheesecloth before a black haze overtook him and his consciousness spiraled into the darkness.

 

[Lord Alexander]

(OOC - won't kill you - that wouldn't be very sporting would it? Anyway, more fun if I don't!)

Arwarn

The figure lying on the ground below had obviously bloodied his head on a jagged outcrop of rock as he had fallen, and Arwarn urged his huge steed down a narrow path to the foot. He slid from the ornate saddle, grey eyes glittering with unadulterated lust for the pistols that the young man still had secured to his waist.

He sliced through the thin leather belt and removed the 45's, tucking them into the back of his leather breeches and wondered how to take the boy to the mages.

Arwarn turned the young man over gently - after all, he received less money if the merchandise was damaged - and winced when he saw the jagged cut on the greyish skin. The mages would not like that, they would not like that at all.

However, something resembling a conscience started to worm its way into the older man's mind. The boy had given him a run for his money, and he had lost the trail twice before stumbling upon the fleeing trenchcoated figure. And he was unconscious. And anyway, pondered Arwarn, he looked so young as he lay there unconscious; he looked about twelve.

He didn't like to do it, but Arwarn had little decision in the matter if he was not to become an outlaw himself and lose his riches. The kid had to be handed over to the mages without delay. Lashing his wrists and ankles together and placing him in front of the saddle, he remounted and rode out to rendezvous with the ones that had demanded the young man.

(OOC - will you be handed over, won't you be handed over? Choices choices choices.....)

 

[Lady Violet]

Antheia held her hand to her mouth, silencing a scream. The man lay motionless before her fathers feet and he had taken down come of the cloths with him, covering half of his head. Antheia's shock wore off and she reached down to pull away the cloth as her father checked for life signs.

"He's alive, barely."

"He has a feaver" said Antheia, touching his forhead with her fingers.

"He's human. I see no traces of magic. We must bring him inside. Take his feet."

Antheia moved to his legs and picked them up and her father lifted him from the shoulders. Together they brought the stranger in the house.

"My goodness" said Gemma, Antheia's mother. "Put him on the bed".

After they put him down, Antheia took some cool water and began to pat his head with a damp cloth. Gemma walked to the other side and covered him with a blanket and took off his shoes. He layed there, motionless, his breathing sounding raspy.

"I'm going to fetch the doctor" Antheia's father said, putting on his hat and jacket. "Try to get him to drink something".

Gemma got up and put the kettle in the fire and went outside to get more wood. Antheia continued to damped the mans forhead with the cloth. His breathing had started to sound a little better, and she couldnt help but notice how his hair curled a little at the ends. With her other hand, she pushed away a lock of hair and wondered what color his eyes were.

 

[Slance]

I'll make that decision

Slance was dreaming of the day he had run from home, run from his love, run from every thing well knowen to him. He woke with a start feeling the horse moving under him and his hands tied but he didn't move knowing that if he wanted to escape he had to stay still but he relised there was a strange weight left him..... then he relised it the S.O.B. had taken his guns he thought angerly and as he thought this he focesed on the guns and slid of the hose hitting the ground hard still focasing on the horse as the man stoped the horse and jumped from it.