In a world of Darkness

[intriguess]

There was only one speck of light, and I was busy conjuring a warrior. One who would not only be able to use his muscles, but also his brains. One that would fight because it was the right thing, yet not be a hopeless goody goody. To save my planet and perhaps even myself I was working, mixing ingredients that had been outlawed by evil. A fresh flower petal, a book on combat techniques, I had searched long and hard for such things and now there were only two ingredients left. My own blood and a tear drop of an innocent.

I cut my finger and let the violet colored drop fall naturally into the mix. I wasn't sure about innocence but I was about the most innocent creature left that could or even would cry. I bite my lip hard and imagined failure and a single tear drop rolled slowly down my face into the pot. It smoked and simmered and I watched as the portal formed.

I frowned it was forming a few miles away, I quickly bandaged my finger and gathered what I needed as I took one last look at the figure emerging. He, at least I assumed it was masculine, had odd colored skin. I headed out in the rain and hoped he was worth the risk as my vision started fading.

OOC

we need minimal bad guys to die off, a hero, and the leader of the dark forces. My character has gone blind from shedding a tear and I hope this makes for an interesting tale.

 

[Darklord]

Evil Loves a Challenge...

OOC: Interesting idea Intriguess, I'll play the part(s) of various lackey bad guys if you want, unless you want me playing something else... By the way, when is this taking place??

IC:
He had a long night ahead of him, and he knew it. He was supposed to watch his next door neighbors and make sure they kept to the ideals of the Rulers. So far things had gone well, except that the young lady next door to him seemed to become more furitive everyday. Tonight with the rain only promised to be even more boring than usual.

Looking out his windows he saw a brightslash of light illuminate behind her house a few miles and a figure seemed to be striding from it. And at the same time the woman seemed to be leaving the house too.... bad news. Cursing to himself he seized his knives and securing them on himself he left his house and crept towards the two figures.

 

[intriguess]

time setting

think parallel dimensions, where reading and a lot of technology has been outlawed, magic reigns supreme and evil has an eye in every corner. Not so much big brother as evil badass psychopathic paranoid king wants to make sure everyone is cowering in terror.

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: I'll be the leader of the dark forces. Do you want me to come up with a name, cos I'm hopeless at that.

IC: I interlocked my fingers and sat forward in my great chair, towering over my generals around the table.
"I can feel him. The hero has come forth to this plane." I said in my booming voice. The generals fell silent and stared up at me, speechless.
I stood and pushed my chair back. "If you will excuse me, I need to be alone." I gave a stabbing look at the silent man by the door. "Do something about the Hero. Kill him. Quickly." I said, before turning and leaving. Behind me, the generals began to make nervous chatter.

 

[intriguess]

I shivered in the rain as I sought my way to where the portal lay, my vision barely picking up the lighting zagging across sky. The king, Kragor, would undoubtedly be sending someone out to kill the hero right now. So I much move faster to find him and explain before he gets himself killed.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Kragor

I sat alone in my chambers, deep in thought.
"This hero... surely he cannot defeat me. Surely the prophecies are wrong." I thought as I looked out the window. The storm outside only added to my deep dark mood. With a sudden wave of anger, I jump up and slam the table in front of me onto the ground, spilling the food and wine on it. I ordered one of my slave workers to clean it up as I walked over to the window and looked out into the night.
"Rest assured, Hero, wherever you are. Do not expect to beat me without a fight." I thought, looking out across the world from this tall tower.

 

[Darklord]

Lackey...

As he crept and slipped through the mud, Jaygar which was his name, cursed the luck he would seem to have to be placed near a dissenter. But, he was loyal to his King and would do his duty.

He finally paused behind some bushes as the woman stumbled and met up with the mysterious figure. Grinning mirthlessly, Jaygar readied his daggers and knives for a fight....

 

[intriguess]

damnit we still need a hero....

IC

I fumbled along hearing his curses in an odd language. I murmured something in an old fragile language and sprinkled him with a handful of ebony dust. He sneezed and proceeded to curse, but now I could understand him even if no one else could. Heros tend to want to save a damsel, and I wasn't about to offer myself as reward so with a shake of my head and a soft word I pulled back the hood of my cloak revealing myself as a homely crone.

No one would recognize me now and if the hero proved himself to be pure of heart only then would he see through my disguise.

 

[Darklord]

Jaygar

Jaygar strained his ears in trying to understand the conversation being held between the woman and what seemed to be a man, but not one he had seen before. Looking at the figure he began running through plans on how to wound him severly enough to be seized and brought to the King alive, but unable to fight....

 

[poohlive]

... Hero for hire.
Here to assist.



His muscles tightened for a second, as the blue smoke swirled off of him. He was crouching, tightly, in a second he flexed. Everything worked, he was here. He stood, proud and triumphant. His mind full of ideas, images. Justice, passion, love and hate all entered into him, stopping in just the right places. Justice in the brain, passion in the heart, love in the soul, and hate in the muscles.
His entire body was strong, muscular. A fleshy olive skin draped over his body. There were no clothes on him. He came into this world completely naked, just like a child. In a way he was a child.
He had just been born of magic...
Magic and the woman.
But where was she?
He looked around. The dark forest seemed to encamp around him. A light rain had begun. Crossing a small ravine he began the search for the one who called him. She shouldn't be far from here.
"Milady," he began to call out. The rain glistening off of his still naked form.
"Milady are you here?"
(I didn't give him a name... because well, you created him you get to name him.)

 

[Guest]

Makla

I stepped towards the voice revealing myself. My eyes could barely discern his form against the darker surroundings. I removed my cloak and offered it to him. I remained stooped over as I reached out my hand to touch him. He was unarmed and unclothed. Something must have gone wrong, and while I couldn't see his expression I knew there was a question in his eyes. I heard my rough voice ramble.

"There now, would you be so kind as to help an old woman home?" It was partly a question as I stepped toward the shack I had built for this purpose. It was odd, even though I could barely see it was as if my magical senses were in full bloom.

I heard him ducking down to enter the room, and I plucked the cloak off his back and covered the entrance with it, knowing that it's magical properties would prevent us from being watched or interupted.

I felt weird having to rely on my other physical senses as I fumbled for some food. I listened to his questions.

"What is my name?"

The query caught me off guard and I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, of course I couldn't cry. So I cackled a little bit before saying. "I think I shall call you Dekragor." I continue laughing a little bit, eveidently instead of calling a hero to me I had created one. Perhaps it was all part of the plan, or perhaps no worthy hero existed.

His body radiated heat and I wished I could see him, I held out my hand to offer him food. "You must be hungry." Now I had to consider arming him. It would be a simple matter to rob someone but that wouldn't be in his nature.

"What's your name?"

I once again felt lost, it had seemed a simple thing to call forth a hero to overthrow Kragor but now it seemed as if the world had tipped crazily and I couldn't even see that it had happened.

"Maddy, call me Maddy." I could no longer use my real name for it would be too easily recognized by those who would have me killed or tortured.

 

[intriguess]

Makla

I stepped towards the voice revealing myself. My eyes could barely discern his form against the darker surroundings. I removed my cloak and offered it to him. I remained stooped over as I reached out my hand to touch him. He was unarmed and unclothed. Something must have gone wrong, and while I couldn't see his expression I knew there was a question in his eyes. I heard my rough voice ramble.

"There now, would you be so kind as to help an old woman home?" It was partly a question as I stepped toward the shack I had built for this purpose. It was odd, even though I could barely see it was as if my magical senses were in full bloom.

I heard him ducking down to enter the room, and I plucked the cloak off his back and covered the entrance with it, knowing that it's magical properties would prevent us from being watched or interupted.

I felt weird having to rely on my other physical senses as I fumbled for some food. I listened to his questions.

"What is my name?"

The query caught me off guard and I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, of course I couldn't cry. So I cackled a little bit before saying. "I think I shall call you Dekragor." I continue laughing a little bit, eveidently instead of calling a hero to me I had created one. Perhaps it was all part of the plan, or perhaps no worthy hero existed.

His body radiated heat and I wished I could see him, I held out my hand to offer him food. "You must be hungry." Now I had to consider arming him. It would be a simple matter to rob someone but that wouldn't be in his nature.

"What's your name?"

I once again felt lost, it had seemed a simple thing to call forth a hero to overthrow Kragor but now it seemed as if the world had tipped crazily and I couldn't even see that it had happened.

"Maddy, call me Maddy." I could no longer use my real name for it would be too easily recognized by those who would have me killed or tortured.

 

[poohlive]

Dekragor said the name, a few times. Barely whispering it. It seemed strange, but it was a good name. He liked it. A nice sound.
Dekragor sat down, thanking her for the food. It was warm and delicious. He tasted it in his mouth. Food, it had been so long since he had tasted food, this was simply delicious. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was warm and tingled his tastebuds, so he complained not.
When he was finished e bowed down to the woman before him, Maddy her name was.
"Then, milady Maddy. I am here to serve you. Why is it that you brought forth the spell? What is wrong with this planet?"

(is this not what you're looking for? I can make him more of a person than the affect of a spell)

 

[intriguess]

Makla....aka maddy

OOC actually pooh I rather like your interpretation so I was rolling with it, just figure the more time he is in existence the more knowledge he'll recall. So he'll adjust without having everything pointed out to him.

IC

"You were called forth to kill the ruler of this land. He's a parasite, paranoid, psychotic, and in general plain crazy." I dish two bowls of soup and stir his with my finger bringing forth an image of the king. "Here is what he looks like, it will not be easy to kill him and you will need appropriate arms. For now rest and dream and tomorrow we shall set out." I withdraw my finger and clean it off slowly before picking up my bowl and drinking it down.

 

[Darklord]

Jaygar

Jaygar had crept a little ways behind the two figures for some distance till they reached the hut. He watched as she placed her cloak over the doorway and then his hearing couldn't catch any sounds from the hut.

"Damn!" he thought "That witch has blocked my hearing, but I should report back to the house and let my commander know shit's going down." and he put thought into action, sprinting back to his base he reported to his commander what had happened. He took it down and told him to return to the shack and try to take out the hero and capture the woman. Nodding his head Jaygar sprinted back over the distance between the two buildings. Sliding to a stop he sat near the door and readied his weapons, unlimbering several knives and daggers to use. Just then he heard a horse snorting in the distance and he felt relief that his commander had believed him.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Ok, sounds perfect.


Dekragor nodded at the person. He looked like evil. If evil had a face. Committing it to memory he drank the soup deeply. His stomach was now warm and full. He gave a smile to the woman, hearing her offer.
"I thank you, but I'd have to decline. I need little sleep, and it'd be more important for me to watch over you than get some sleep."
Dekragor lightly touched her hand, feeling the skin, "Go get some rest, I'll make sure everything goes fine."
On the far side of the wall was a small quarterstaff. He took it into his hands, weighing it carefully. since he didn't expect anything tonight, he didn't think to arm himself too much. In the morning as their journey started he would get the appropiate gear and clothes.
A sound came from outside. Immediately he readied the staff, turning towards the door. Stepping across the room he cautiously opened it.
Nothing...
Waiting by the door he listened carefully, something was out there. A horse's whining broke through the night. He looked around as the light from inside pierced the darkness. There was nothing other than a small piece of dirt that entered the forest.
He turned back to Maddy, letting the door close.
"It's just a horse," he said as he was shutting the door...

 

[intriguess]

Makla aka Maddy

"Nothing is what it appears." I softly murmur slowly standing feeling the joints of my body shift and pop. It was hell being old, but it was necessary. "I guess we shall not have to go looking for evil. It shall come to us," my milky eyes glance towards the door and I sweep cloak back. "Evidently He already knows you are here." I step outward and let my other senses see in the darkness. The sound of horses seems deliberately muffled and I can hear a lone man off to one side. I gesture and point them out to Dekragor and sense he's nodding.

The loss of my sight seems like such a little price in comparision to saving my world, but at the moment I find I wish I could have seen him clearly before my sight faded completely.

 

[silverwolf]

quick question

ooc:Well i was thinking i could be a sub hero(sort of an apprentice)a wizard but not as near as great of power as maddy.tell me if thats allright

 

[Darklord]

Jaygar

Soon after he could no longer hear the talking Jaygar saw an old crone move th eflap back. With a snarl he launched himself at her two knives in each hand flashing....

OOC: Well! Good to see your still alive Silverwolf, thought we had lost you!

 

[intriguess]

Makla....aka Maddy the crone

I hissed, "Close your eyes," with a flick of my wrists a flash of light happened lighting up the landscape and effectively blinding our opponents for the moment.

I'm not sure what happened next if it was my voice or someone else's who cried out attack. For once I was glad I couldn't see as I heard men cry out in pain, bones snapping.

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

Name sorian
race unknown
age old
proffesion wizard
life prefferance good

I could hear the fight just a few feet ahead of me and decide to approach with causion."hello" i said then i saw a man get thrown backwards may a huge flash of light.an old women came out and turned twoard me about to do the same to me."don't shoot, i mean no harm"i said bracing myself

 

[poohlive]

Doing as he was told, Dekragor closed his eyes for the flash. He reached out, grabbing the man by his arm.
He held the man up, a few feet above the ground, not sure what to do with him. He knew he couldn't kill him, but letting him go would only make him want to harm Maddy again.
He looked down, a dagger sticking out of his side. It didn't hurt, just discomforting. He took it out, letting it drop to the ground next to it's partner.
"What should I do with him?" He asked, the struggling man still being held by his arm. He showed it to Maddy, almost like a prize, unsure as to how to proceed.

 

[Lady_Raisa]

OOC: someone changed the location and i couldn't find it sorry...

ic:
"Nicolette" a deep voice beckoned her and she answered to it. she walked into a small room which had a round table and a mirror on the side. two chairs were placed facing each other. "sit down please" the deep voice called again. She sat and the man sat down across from her. he set his clipboard on the table and folded his arms, looking at her with as pen tapping lightly on the table. "why are you here?" Nicolette told him. he nodded wrote something down and pointed at a mat in the corner. "please sit down over there. indian style. " She sat and he turned the lights off. "I'm going to hypnotise you. i want you to tell me everything that happens to you while your there. " she nodded showing that she agreed and he started.
soon she found herself in a deep forest. looking around she saw a cottage in front of her she took a step toward it ,and anouther , untill she was at the cottage. she knocked on the door and waited for an answer

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: Uh, what? Lady Raisa, I think you have the wrong thread... or something... right?

 

[intriguess]

Makla AKA Maddy

He stood there looming, and asked me what to do with the man. I avoided laughing, he was like a big old cat with a mouse presenting it like a prize. "Knock him unconscious and take his clothing and truss him up somewhere out of the way." My eyes tried to pierce the perpetual darkness.

"Who's there?"