A World Untamed...

Roland Gilliad

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ooc; OK LADIES AND GERMS THIS IS IT! THE ONE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITIN FER!!! ALL PEOPLE REFER TO MY NEW SPIN THREAD FOR BIOS, THEY'RE ALL OVER THE PLACE THERE.


LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!!!!!!!
Next post is the First IC Post!
 
A World Untamed..

*Deep inside dark, unchecked forests Druidic Elves gather around Fires and Alters, Worshiping the land and it's spirits as if they were truely gods..*

*In the Darkest Corners of the few existing Citys, Vampires Lurk in the shadows, waiting for the chance to strike out for thier next meal to sate their lust for the flesh and the blood, as Werewolves howl at the moon..*

*Inside of tall Shimmering towers and Small, Well Protected Coteries, Mages gather to weave their spells, Amass their Power and wealth, and Remain in Secrecy as they reign over the Inferiors that inhabit their servents quarters..*

*In the small towns to lonesome cottages, where Humans attempt to eek out their existance, a small few are beginning to emerge, showing signs of strength and power that Are beginning to wear on the minds of The Great Races of the world...*

*and Still out there are reclusive species yet uncontacted....But they will come out soon enough....*

*Vampire "Lords" Rule the night....Arch-Mages Control all....Elven High Priests and Priestesses Rule the forest greens with their strange ways and magiks....And the humans are slowly, but surely beginning to stake out their own power...*

*Welcome to the World Of Gaia...*

ooc: Bio, Will only tell you this for now..
Name:Falkner Storm
Height:6'2
Weight:he wont tell anyone, ANYONE.
Race:Human
Class:Ranger/Warrior/Alchemist
Thats it for now....
He is rather mysterious...
And can speak all languages.

ic:

*Falkner stepped out of the small Hut he had built, pushing aside the reed door, and squinting into the distance* Somthin is comin dis way..

Somtin Big....

Better Get Me Weapons, IM thinkin it's time to go on a trip yup yup....

*He walked back into the hut and pulled on his backpack and hauled out all his equpitment, putting a fair amount of arrows into his quiver and testing his Long bowstring, Tightening it a bit, and pulling his hood over his head, stepping from the house he took off slowly down the path, making way for Nashkelina, The largets known human Settlement, IT could actually be called a town, stone buildings, and Well guarded, But it is highly despised by some of the power hungery lords of the world, who wish to keep the humans down and oppressed and afraid...*

ooc; Free Reign Guys. Lets Rock it.
 
Brendan:

With a snuff of his nose, Brendan paused as he walked back from the human village. He didn't much like going to those places of human stink but his big sis, as he called her, insisted that he go to purchase some sweet wine. Must be for one of her silly rituals, he thought. She had constantly, for the last couple of years, tried to teach him her ways, and a part of him did want to learn, to make her happy with him, but it seemed like everything she tried to teach him required so much consentration. He would rather run and hunt and feel the rush of fiery blood in his veins than set around a silly tree and chant! At times, running was the only thing that kept his beastial needs sated. He hated when he lost control, when he did it was like he was inside of himself locked away, watching helplessly as he did things he wished he hadn't. It was all too easy to imagine those things as distant nightmares, shades of haunted nights, and not things he had wrought with his own two hands. Some times it was the only way he could live. But then there were times he woke from a sound sleep to the imagined sound of horrible, horrible shrieking, the wet sound of snapping bones. Even just thinking about it made Brendan cring as he continued to walk along with the caske of Wine in hand. There was a thrill to what he was but the darker side of it kept him from slipping so easilly into his bestial form.
 
Sage

The merry music of the Bards filled her ears as she watched couples dancing in circles. Frowning she took another long sip of her ale, her eyes glued to the door of the Tavern. Licking her lips she leaned forward on one elbow and motioned for the waitress to refill her drink. As the maid hurried over to her, Sage’s eyes traced the voluptuous curves and she smiled slightly to herself. Once the waitress filled her drink she smacked the young woman on her bottom as she hurried off, laughing at the small yelp.

Leaning her back against the wall she resumed her watch of the door, she knew he would be showing tonight. The bastard could never pass this pub without stopping in, and tasting the ‘special wine’. No sooner then her thoughts took to him, the Tavern door opened. A highly drunk man with a woman in his arms stumbled in laughing, the young woman’s hair disheveled, and her skirts twisted.

Sage took another slow sip of her ale, watching as the couple huddled in a corner table. Their hands all over each other, he publicly cupped one of her freed breasts, twisting the nipple, making her cry out. The Dark Elf sat her drink to the side and stood slowly, her hand smoothed out a wrinkle in her long flowing cape. She let her hood drop down around her shoulders freeing her wild raven locks, and well chiseled Elvin features.

The man glanced up at her then took second look, as she approached his table, a smile playing across her full lips. He removed his hand from the whore’s breast and brought his mug to his lips. “Well, now, what do we have here eh?”

Sage blinked her pale blue eyes at him and stopped short of his table. Leaning over, she licks at a drop of ale that ran down his chin, then standing she motioned for him to follow her outside. The man chuckled loudly and pushed the whore from his side as he struggled to stand. He downed another drink of ale then wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He stepped out into the day and was immediately forced to the ground.

“It seems Mr. T’Sava, Countess T’Sava is no longer in need of your money swindling services.” Sage hissed, dragging the much bigger man around the side of the Tavern into the alley. She straddled him and grinned elfishly, her small nose crinkling, “And, she has asked for my help.”

“Wha..what do you want of me?” He stammered.

Laughing she pulled out her dagger placing it at his neck, “I do not want you, Mr. T’Sava I want my money for a job well done.” She grabbed his hair and grinned,” And the only way for me to get paid, is to bring back proof of a job well done. Do you know what that proof is?”

“Blessed be lady! Please, I beg of you!” He howled.

She pouted,”Aww…now why did you have to go and shout like that?” Sighing she reared back and punched him with an armored glove. His head flew to his side, as well as a few teeth, knocking him unconscious. Growling she shook her head and scooted down till she was sitting around his ankles as her dagger ripped open his shirt vest and pants. Quickly she empted his pockets onto the ground till she found what she looked for. A brilliant emerald ring encased in a gold band. “Well, now, it looks like I got to you before you managed to give this away to one of your whores Lord T’Sava. Countess will be very happy!”

Standing she stared down at the man then laughed wickedly, “She did say she wanted proof, maybe I will get more money out of her this way!” Kneeling back down she tore away the man’s trousers and readied her dagger. A few moments later, she reentered the Tavern, returned to her seat and sat down, carefully placing a small bag near her on the bench.
 
There was a russle in the underbrush of the hidden chocobo forest. "I can't believe I found it!" could be heard a mufled voice. "Well, now that I'm here, I should capture one or two. I'll make a fortune!" Looking around, the young greedy man spotted a few yellows trotting around, aparently not noticing him. One specifically stepped close to where he was hiding. Jumping out of the brush, he quickly grabbed the chocobo by the neck befor it could run away. the rest vanished at the sound, but the one wasn't so lucky. THe man brought the raving chocobo under controll quickly enough, being a master at taming wild horses. Jumping onto it's back, he dared to venture a little further in, to try and find a better one or another one before going back to tell of his discovery.
A black chocobo walked into the clearing, seeing what was going on. When he noticed the man, he cautiously apporached instead of fleeing like the rest. The man couldn't believe his luck. Quickly tying a rope around the yellow he captured, and then to a tree, he approached the black. "here litlle birdy birdy birdy. I won't hurt you. Here, you want some greens?" he took out a green and held it out. the black chocobo gave a WARK and approached slowly. looking at his yellow bretherin, he could see the shameful broken look in it's eyes.
the man jumped the black chocobo and grabbed it around the neck just like the other one, and jumped back with a shriek, his left arm and half of his chest frozen. The ice blast wasn't meant to kill the human.
His feathers rustling, 3 balls of black energy flew out of the black's back, curved in the air, and simultaneously slammed into the whimpering human's chest, crushing it, and throwing him dead to the ground.
Walking over to the yellow, Cryo bit the ropes, cutting them. the yellow happily ran into the forest after his friends.
Sighing to himself, Cryo disposed of the human body and left the forest. Before he exited the magical barrier, he looked back. "WAKARUE (they are going to miss me, but then again, they're simple minded and will forget about me soon. I must venture into the world, and make myself known, so the humans would chace after me instead of my forest) WARK"
without looking back, cryo left the forest of the chocobos.
 
*He Marched into town slowly, his Hair tossed back and his eyes gleaming, giving the crumpled over man a little kick he grinned*

Guess she got here before me...Darn the Luck...

*he ripped out a laugh and pushed open the bardoor, Hands resting upon one another, crossed over his chest as he scanned the room, then with the tineyest of grins he nodded to sage and made his way over there,But before he could get there, a Man Bumped into him while dancing, but it almost seemed to him to be on pourpose, GRabbing the mans coler and fliped him expertly, sending him sprawling hard into a table, cracking his neck with a satisfyed grin, He signaled to the sexyest waitress and took a seat next to sage after getting the customary whack on the butt, and grinned at her*

Well Well Love, Fancy meetin you here...

*He shot her a rougeish wink, and chuckled as the nervous looking waitress brought him the decanter of wine and a fine glass, he took her around the neck with his arm an brought her down*

I want you to stay...after you're done workin....I got some plans...And if ye aint there.....

*She nodded furiously and took off almost afraid, he chuckled and leaned back in the chair, Sipping a small bit of the wine*

Missed ya Love, IT's been right lonely without you around...
 
The chocobo made his way through the lands, causing who knows what kind of trouble wherever he went. It was never cynical or cruel, just enough to make himself known. Steeling a freshly killed dear here, chilling lakes where a dame bathed, broke into houses and scared the residents, Minor things like that. Pretty soon, stories of an intelligent, magnificent, uncatchable black chocobo were appearing everywhere. When not the source of rumors and stories, he was ignoring gawking bystandards, and fending off idealistic persons who think that they would be the one to capture and tame the rare black.

One day, when traveling through a small area, Cryo came upon a young man, holding a caske of wine. Thinking this a good oportunity to spread his infame, he prepared to peck a hole in the caske. Before he did though, ne noticed something odd about the man. he had some sort of bestial nature to him, perhaps a touch of undead or were blood. The bestial's were more dangerous to Cryo, because they have no ambitions of "capture" when persuing a mischiefous bird. Instead he tried a different approach.
Stepping out of the woods, ever so nonchilantly, he looked at the man. "WARK! (hello there. That looks heavy. would you like some help?) Wakarue" he said.
 
Brendan:

Stopping to look at the overgrown bird, Brendan tilted his head as it sqwacked at him. "Hello strange... Bird... Thing..." He said with a hint of curiousity to his voice. "Did my sister conjure you or something?" He asked as he took a step forward. "Your an odd looking thing..."
 
Sage Vondra

Sage yawned giving him a bored look, “I’m sure you have.” She downed the last of her ale and watched the waitress, “Pretty, didn’t figure her your type though.”

“Hmm jealous my dear?”

“Never.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, then leaning over she reached across his lap to get the small heavy bag. He grinned, using the moment to try to grope her through her cape, only to find hard cold armor. She raised an eyebrow and slightly smiled, “Not enough feel from the waitress to satisfy you Falkner?”

“Never.” He smiled, his hand covering hers as she pulled back, “What is this?”

Sage quickly swiped the bag under her cloak, ”Hmm nothing you would be interested in seeing. A small gift, for Countess T’Sava, a very small gift.” Her eyes flashed and she turned back to watching the scene of the Tavern.

The Bards danced around as they played their instruments, the cheerful laughing of the patrons almost turned her stomach. The waitress returned again, filling their drinks to the rim, then glanced nervously at Falkner. Sage grinned and motioned for her to bend down; as she did she was grabbed by her hair and forced down on Sage’s full lips. Sage held tight to the squirming woman’s head until finally the fighting stopped as she was kissed deeply. Then releasing her grip Sage winked at her and stood from the table, “Well, I’ve had enough ale, I need to check on my horse.”

Sage grinned brightly at Falkner and licked her lips, ”Mmm tastes good Falkner, I’m sure you will enjoy her. I have business to attend to, see ya around.” She nodded to him and lifted her hood over her head, then walked out of the Tavern, leaving him there chuckling.
 
"Drusilla!" called Lokken, examining their pack. "We are extremely short on supplies. I suggest we re-stock in that town up ahead", said the young Lokken. He checked his pitiful excuses for weapons. He carried a flachion and a mage's staff. Both were either splintered or rusted, and had very little power in them. But though the weapons were terrible, their wielder used them as if they were the greatest sword and the most powerful war staff.
 
Shadow

As the day went on and night would soon be setting in around the area that had been choosen as my resting place for the time being, I awoke after a good few hours sleep. Stretching my arms while letting out a loud yawn, I glance around at the barn that had been my home for the nap. Sleeping during most of the day, and moving on when it was closer to night. It was a thing that I had become very much used to over time. The shadows of the night would always give me that little extra bonus advantage in a fight. That's why it would alway be easiest for me to use the day to sleep, and the night to get the real work done. Hence, the nick name of Shadow that I had been given during my time in training.

Pulling myself out of the stack of hay that I used as my bed, I stretch out to prepare for another day of traveling. Fixing my cloak and the few weapons hidden upon myself, I took my exit of the smelling place that I'd just awaken from. Appearing through the back exit of the barn, it was time to get moving and head on with my journey. Having disgraced myself before my brothers in arms, it would only be a matter of time before they would realise my death from earlier in the year was fake.

So, this is what my life had now become? Moving from one village to the next, trying to keep myself alive while remaining as the ghost that those who knew of me would believe. Heh, it wasn't very much of a life, but it was still better then facing death itself for real.

Continuing on my way to the next village after this one, I caught sight of something very odd. Was it just me, or was that guy actualy trying to talk with a black chocobo? Wait... a black chocobo? An old man had been overheard by me as he talked about how a smart chocobo had been seen causing trouble. At the time, I had simply dismissed it as the fiction of a harmless old fart. However... even if the stories were false, this scene was too interesting to not explore more into.

Keeping to the shadows created by the taller items in the area, I slowly made my way towards the man and his chocobo. For the time being, I would simply let them play out things on their own. Things looked to be taking a turn for the interesting lately.
 
"WARK (Ha ha ha. I am as real as you are. And strange is a term I have never been called before.) WARK". Cryo gave another chuckle. "Wakarue (so what is your name?) Wakarue"
 
Lilly *friends call me Kitt*

She leaned back in the shadows of the high tree branches where she had been resting. The noise of a distraught Chocobo had aroused her from my slumber and the scene below proved to be more than just a little interesting. She was never one to condone the breeding of Chocobo for human use, but to take one of these now very rare creatures from the wild was something that bothered her quite a bit.

Dropping to the ground between the man and the bird, ensuring she was far enough from the animal not to put herself in any danger, she looked the man in the eye.

“This is one creature of the wild you will not be taming today human.”

With a single sweep of her arm, she drew a dagger and threw it toward the bird, severing the rope and setting the animal free. Giving the man a satisfied smirk, she stood her ground.
 
patience

OOC: well you wern't cought by a human were you? I was helping out a big chicken birdy thinggy, cause i am just so gosh darn sweet. I'll get around to cooking you later. *wink* If my post was out of place, i am sure they will let me know soon enough.
 
ok. glad to know your not taking things out of context
 
ooc: To Moonlight and Cryo:
*Dressed up like Mills Lane, Observes the post and Raises fist*
I'll Allow it! Just dont kill one another yet. Lets Get it on!
*Bell rings*
 
Drusilla glanced at Lokken "I suppose you are right. We'll will do as you suggested and re-stock in the town" Drusilla ran a hand through her hair glancing at the sun. Oh how she wished it would set already. She disliked the sun immensly. It always made her weak and quite tired. Most of the time she wore a black cloak during the day which covered her body and most of her face blocking them from the sun. But today she had grown a bit over heated and decided to remove it for a bit. She now regreted her decision. She looked once more at Lokken wondering what he was thinking. She didn't know why he wished to travel with her but she didn't complain. She couldn't help but like him. There was just something that attracted her to him. She was never sure what that something was though. She lightly touched her sword hilt. It was a very well crafted sword. She had picked it up a few years back when she had visited an old Mage Tower that was nothing but ruins. She found it in the old armory and had used it since. It had pulled her through many tough situations. Now she wish it would somehow block the sun. She felt quite faint today. More so then usual. "Lokken I believe I will have to rest for a moment before we proceed into town. That tree over there looks shady enough" With that said she proceeded to walk towards the tree. She sat down on the grass when she reached the shade cast by the tree. She sighed softly muttering under her breath how she suspected the sun was an evil conspiracy against her.
 
Aelhar Shadowstalker

As the dark elf approached his hiding place, in the stable, near the dark elf's horse, Aelhar stepped from the shadows. He did so well before she came near, as to avoid startling her, something which generally provoked dire consequences.

"Lady Sage... I have returned from my spirit walk. All is in readiness, and the spirits are ready to aid your efforts. May I ask for more information as to how I may better serve your cause against the wretched humans?"

Smiling briefly, as he came down from his 'I am scary druid pose', he continued in a more conversational tone "Your horse, by the way, claims you've put on weight? City life softening you?"
 
Brendan:

"Sqwack, warble... Um... Coo, coo?" Brendan had no idea what the black bird wanted but it seemed rather insistant with its loud sqwacking. He chuckled a little. "I'm sorry birt, I don't have any worms on me..." He shrugged as the corner of his lip twisted into a smirk.
 
OOC; "WARK (...)" isn't a translation, it's a talking. Cryo is actually speaking the words. the reason for the squak and the parenthases, is to show that there is an underlying squak in his voice. in other words, Chocobo's say WARK and Wakarue. it's their tone of voice, or accent so to speek. Cryo speeks human tongue (among others) clearly, but with a chocobo accent. It's like me going "Hello missssssster" for a snakeman, "Vat iz it u vant?" for a german, of Froinlaven! The pretty lady am nice to me..." for jerry lewis
 
Robert Sith:

A black bladed dagger, a circle painted with virgin blood, a winter wolf's pelt... All the material components were prepared. Robert turned from them to glare at the fool he had paid to help him complete the ritual. The young man stepped forward and Robert placed the dagger into his palm. "You must peirce the wolf's pelt at the proper time of the spell, that is all you have to do, and gold beyond your imaginings will be yours for the taking..." Robert promised with a lustful smile. The young man shared his greedy look, in this they were almost brothers, only Robert sought so much more than mere riches. The young man had no idea that his soul would be gone within the day... He stepped willingly into the circle where the wolf's pelt laid, flat and streched out. Robert began to chant, for nearly an hour, he chanted, circled the blood painted runes that the young man stood within. With a flash of his eyes and a nod of his head, Robert signaled that the fool pierce the pelt with the dagger as his chant became louder, more frantic. The man looked slightly nervous but did as he was instructed, the dagger bit into the pelt and through it, standing erect from the fur. The young man collapsed next to it as though he had stabbed himself instead of the pelt. Minutes later Roberts chant died away and he stood, looking at the crumpled form laying within the circle. "Arise Celeste..." He said calmly. "You are my captive... And you will not be set free until I get what I want." He said calmly. The young man rose, his eyes no longer so lacking of wisdom, and Robert knew that he had succeeded. He had death at his whim...
 
OOC: You confused the hell out of me Cryo... Gotta make these things clear man... *Fighing the urge to bap you upside the head.* :)
 
Kitt

With the big bird now free, as it should be, Kitt was left facing a rather unhappy human, not that she cared less, but she really wasn't in the mood for killing today. As she went to step around the man, he went for his blade, finding a razor sharp fingernail against his throat. Under he breath she wispered to him.

"Not today little man, not today." She pushed him to the ground, stepped over him, landing her boot fairly in his ribs on the way over, and headed out of the trees. As soon as she was clear, she transformed back into a silver dragon and took to the air. It was nice to be free, no master, no bonds to hold her to anyone. Her sliver scales flashed like hundreds of tiny mirors in the sunlight as she wove her way across the sky, simply enjoying being herself.
 
Shadow

Raising an eyebrow while watching the scene unfold, a simple smirk spread over my lips. So, it looked like this was infact the Chocobo that I had heard so much about. Watching on as the man tried to talk with the large bird from my place in the trees, I made a quick leap to another tree closer to where they were.

Looking right down at the two, I try to keep myself as quiet as possible. The Chocobo probably wouldn't be able to hear me, most wouldn't, although his intelligence could help him in that sense. Either way, this was just too good to walk away from.

And the man shouldn't be able to hear me. No other ordinary human had ever made me out in the past when I spied upon them. However, I don't know what it was about this man, but there was something about him that just seemed different. He was very interesting to me to say the least. Watching down over them, I smile while trying to listen in on the rest of their conversation.
 
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