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PostPosted: Sat May 02, 2015 9:43 pm 
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Valharim was once a peaceful land content with its mediocre social status and as being one of the more peaceful kingdoms in the land. But as the old king passed away his ambitious son Talim became the new ruler. Wanting more for his kingdom he changed the humble once peaceful. kingdom Into a kingdom of war. With an iron fist he ruled conscripting people into wars. Applying curfew and using the impoverished population as disposable labor in dangerous conditions and for magical experiments, all just to quench his mad thirst for power. but this just made it worse with every kingdom conquered her craved another victory. With every unstable magic discovered he craved another weapon. The once small and placid kingdom had grown into a military superpower within a few decades.

But the people within the kingdom grew restless. The yearned for a stop to the madness gripping the land, they wished for an end to the senseless violence and murder they craved vengeance for their fallen comrades, friends and families. And so with those goals in mind a rebellion was born. the handful magical beings left in the city that had not been captured by the mad king became the powerhouses of the rebellion.
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You all have been in contact with the Rebel group for a while and they have ordered you to come to a secret meeting in an abandoned cathedral. The night is pitch black and the stars are all blotted out by the ash filled sky. As you walk up to the old grand building you can hear murmurs coming from inside and see the flicker of candles coming from the building. Two men in old armor with Greatswords stand near the entrance keeping watch for any outsiders.As you walk towards the building they give you a nod to go ahead.


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Celine stood in the shadows of a nearby building as she looked upon the cathedral. The yellow flickering lights from the candles inside gave an inviting feel on this dark night. But Celine didn't feel welcomed. The cathedral, tall and broken down as it was, looked like a beast, for now it seemed harmless but once it knew who she was, it'll eat her whole. She wasn't afraid, she'd cut this beast down if she had to. All the rebels inside have a simple decision to make, help her, or die. Her mouth twitched at the idea of how many bodies she could cut down in there, how much blood will be on the floor after.

Shaking her head and using her left hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, Celine fought against the temptation of violence tonight. There was no doubt that she needed the rebels help, she needed their help to find Vincent.

Looking back at the cathedral, Celine's silver eyes went to observe the two guards at the entrance. Their armor old and sad, how easily the demon sword could pierce through that armor, and she wondered how the guards would scream in agony when she would twist the blade. Celine took in a sharp breath as pain shot through her right arm and her hand twitched, itching to take out the demon sword now.

Slipping deeper into the shadows, Celine leaned against the wall of the building as she gripped her right, taking in deep breaths. She felt the darkness slow slip back into the sword, the pain left her arm and Celine sighed with relief as she was able to breath easier. Using the back of her left hand, she swiped away some sweat from her forehead.

She spent nearly an entire month looking for the rebels, and to allow her leg to heal perfectly so it wouldn't hinder her, waiting was over, she was close to joining the rebels, she will not let this chance slip because of her desire for blood. The demon sword called out for it though, it lurked, waited to be used again. She hadn't used the sword since she killed Lord Perrin and his men. There was so much blood, the smell of it was so sweet. No, she will save Vincent, no matter what.

Busying herself she checked her things. Her clothes were dark and worn from travel, most will probably underestimate her, that's fine, having the element of surprise is always important. Her sword was sharp and polished. Her hand barely touching the demon sword she checked if the cloths that she wrapped around the hilt and the sheath were secured, she was sure no one will recognize the intricate design of but she didn't plan to take any chances.

She changed her name to Lyn Dravus, and her little sob story consisted of her being an orphan, true, her brother was sent to a camp or lab, again true, but she was also sent to the camp or lab, however was lucky enough to escape. Not true but it was a common enough story among the rebels, if they doubted her, she'll easily impress them with her swordplay, maybe. Still she needed to keep her false identity up, at least until she had information of where her brother is.

Pulling her sleeve lower over her hand and tightening the glove more securely, she believed that she was ready. Stepping out from behind the shadows and into the lights from the street lanterns she walked in confident strides towards the cathedral. Slightly pulling her hood back, the guards recognized her as a recruit and nodded. Placing her hand against the rough wooden door of the cathedral, Celine pushed the door open, the light shining into her eyes and the voices louder. Vincent, wait for me.


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Miyuki watched from a distance before moving in on the old cathedral. She had her doubts about this rebellion but she was ordered by Lucifer himself to pull this job off and make sure suffering is endured. Obviously she agreed to it. She loved to hear the screams of pain in her victims voices as she slaughtered them. It was her favorite part of the taking of souls. She looked about and evaporated into black shadows, moving about and reappearing in front of the guards. Her red eyes peered into there's, gazing at their souls for a minute before walking in.

Miyuki's scythe was on her back as she walked into the cathedral. She was afraid that a step into the cathedral and it would burn down. But that wasn't the case. Since it wad abandoned and nobody had gone in yo praise their sweet God, it was Lucifer's for the taking. She smiled to herself and spotted another woman.

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Zephyr walked along the path fearing the unknown. This fear drove him onward. The fear in his heart overwhelmed his senses, making them stand at attention. His ears could hear the insects scurrying about the grounds gathering food or doing whatever important task they were charged with completing. The breathing of a rabbit and the scuffling of distant feet were far from oblivious to Zephyr. His eyes, wide with excitement, anticipation. He scanned the buildings around him for signs of a threat. He was on alert. His nose smelled everything scent within a mile of his location. He could almost count the different smells, the various humans and other creatures not far from him. His hands at the ready. His mind rummaging through the myriad of spells at his beck and call. Oh what should I cast if this happens? he thought to himself. He ran through many scenarios that could present danger.

He was no fool and fear was his friend. He used it as a tool to improve his senses and hasten a precipitous response. Afterall, Zephryn Stinson stood 4' 11" and would present no apparent threat to any other human. Most people were about a foot taller. A fact, he humbly accepted. He preferred to use his height as an advantage as well. It was surprising the number of people who let their guard down when presented with Zephryn Stinson.

Zephyr's purpose for this trip was as a wizard. He did possess other skills, for which he adorned different trappings. With this calling in mind, he wore his blue silk robe with gold colored trim. The robe cinched in the middle with a gold sash and a few small canvas bags hung from the waist. Since he would be away from home for an extended period, he also carried a leather backpack containing essential items both for survival and for performing his trade. The spectacles over his eyes, appeared as two giant rings with what may appear as the bottoms of glass bottles, very thick. They made his large brown eyes appear even larger than normal, under magnifying glasses. His short wiry black hair, cropped with tight curls over the top of his head. It almost appeared as a hat. A thin black beard traced the outline of his jaw ending at a point at the tip of his chin.

As he came out into the open, he saw the building, his destination at the top of a low sloping hill. One single path lead from the town up to a foreboding front door. The several windows arrayed on either side of the symmetrical facade each were illuminated by flickering candles. They appeared warm and inviting if not for the two guards on either side of the front door. Their presence made Zephyr nervous. He continued forward driven by his quest. As he shortened the distance between himself and the building, the older the structure appeared. It was almost to the point of dilapidation, if not for retaining that old world charm. The building was now almost warm and inviting. The guards both had crow's feet and gray mustaches. signs of veterans, both in life and in their career choice. Their studded leather jerkins aged and cracked beyond years. Maybe the armor had been handed down by their fathers, long gone. Regardless of their apparent age, these men possessed that rugged physique all men aspire to possess. Their sinews stretched with a tight layer of skin.

Zephyr stepped in front of the guards and spoke loudly, "I am Zephryn Sinson! Also known as Zephyr the unbearable! Thou shall provide me entrance unto this edifice!" Zephyr made this proclamation as a servant announcing guests at a royal grand ball. The two guards exchanged a knowing glance. The one on the right, simply jerked his head toward the doorway as though saying, go right in. The door slowly creaked open of its own volition. Obviously, Zephryn was expected.

"Right," Zephyr muttered. "I'll just let myself in." He walked through the door, ego slowly deflating, which closed behind him. "Commoners," the small wizard spoke under his breath after walking inside. That made him feel better. Other weaker men would have smiled. Zephyr's sour puss, tightened lips remained.

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A set of bright amber eyes peered out from the darkness of the night, a ways from the cathedral in which the rebels were gathering. He watched person after person go in, the three last arrivals he'd seen being a ways behind most of the rest. The last one especially spiked his interest, and he already had some level of contempt for them. He'd heard his little announcement, and immediately dislike him for the commanding tone he'd taken over the soldiers.

Deciding to move in closer to stake out the place better, he spoke a spell of invisibility under his breath, muttering the arcane words only as rapidly as somebody who'd grown up with them could. "Lux Perditiam, Vacua Sensaste Tenebriam." The words tumbled out of his mouth, pulling Vis from the Aura with every syllable he pronounced. With a small shimmer, he disappeared from sight, cloaked from the eyes of anybody who might otherwise see him.

Quietly, he crept closer to the door, staying out of obvious sight as to not make the compression of the grass under his feet noticeable. He was still practically sneaking in anyway, but the cover of his spell made getting caught much less likely. He waited a few moments for another person to arrive, then quickly slipped through the doors of the church after them.

Once inside, he quickly took a place out of the way of anybody there. He was still fully tangible, so somebody discovering him by bumping into something they couldn't see was still certainly a possibility. Creeping into a corner, he leaned against the wall, his tail wrapping around his left leg inside the black, red, and gold robes he wore. He simply waited for the speaker to begin after everybody arrived, still skeptical of the authenticity of the whole 'rebellion group' he'd infiltrated. He was concerned that it was instead a setup by Talim's men. He wished to support the rebels, but he would be careful about how he went about it, not wanting to get caught and sent to what would be certain death or imprisonment.

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As you enter the large corridor you notice the whole Cathedral on the inside is not in disrepair like it was on the outside. The inside is that of an organized group. The walls are plastered with handdrawn maps with markings and intricate notes about certain regions of Valharim. The pews that one must have been in the grand hall have evidently been ripped out of the floor and in their places are tables and seats all with assorted objects from crystals and weapons to various books and sketches of what looks like a fortress. The stained glass windows have been boarded up on the inside and most of the area seems to have been modified into somewhat of a stronghold.


As you enter further into the building you see that what you thought was candlelight is actually lanterns all hanging from the ceiling from a metal chain. Filled with spheres of glowing red energy. As you enter the lights made by the lanterns all magical illusions and disguises are striped . Multiple people fade out of invisibility startled from becoming visible, multiple humans turn out to be different species of magical beings. and there is a large disturbance as people yell and complain about their precautions being stripped.


A blonde haired man with a long mane and a handlebar mustache with a beard slowly walks into the front room and says in a magically magnified voice. “People...people settle down!” With a flourish of his hand he says “I welcome you to Talim’s Downfall, the organization committed to stripping this kingdom, from the grip of Talim. I apologize for the stripping of all your Glamours and illusions but we must all be able to identify each other .” Looking out at the crowd he says with a amused smile, “Most of you assume that you found this place of your own free will, That you put the pieces together and found your way here… but in reality we lead all of you here. We seeded all the rumors and whispers to draw the certain people we decided contained the resolve or purpose to join us. And there is not one person here except for the summoned beings that we don't know everything about.” he says while seeming to stare directly at Miyuki. You will all be divided into groups and transported to an area designated by your group leader.” After clearing his throat he says, “In this organization we have two important rules you need to worry about. Firstly” He says while raising his finger, “We work in the shadows and do not engage in outright rebellion. “ As he says this there is an outcry of yells calling the organization cowards and weak. “This is because our goal is to get rid of the mad king as swiftly as possible, Not to foolishly call attention to ourselves. The yells quickly wear down and he continues, “Secondly whatever goals you may have during our plan you must make sure you keep our task of ending Talim at the forefront.


With a flick of his wrist cards are conjured in each of your hands. While some have different designs Celine, Miyuki, Zephyr, a young man with a scraggly beard and Lilu’s cards have an ornate moon on them. The man at the front asks, “Any questions before you are briefed on your tasks?”


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Lilu was surprised, and rather taken aback when he was suddenly stripped of not only his invisibility spell, but his glamour as well. His wings quickly expanded to full size, folded against his back. The raven feathers were ruffled and out of order from their sudden expansion in side, which bothered him greatly. Trying to ignore this development, it occurred to him that this was most definitely the place to be. He listened intently to what the blonde man had to say, hoping he would reveal the magic that nullified every glamour in the room. He wondered if he could nullify that magic himself. His mind began to wander already as the man spoke about the plans for the group.

His attention was suddenly turned back to the speech being given when a card appeared into his hand, with an intricate moon on his. It was a neat design, and a treat to Lilu's eyes as he traced the lines of the complex pattern with his eyes. Hearing the request for any questions, he raised his hand shortly before speaking up whether or not he was called on.
"After we kill Talim or whatever, can I blow up his castle? It looks like it would be a hell of a fun time."

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Zephryn was scared as hell. He didn't care about his fright. He had no time to dwell on those things he had no control over. Afterall, that was why he was frightened; the events he had no control over. His eyes panned the room, darting from person to person. The room contained several magical folks; none of whom he knew. They were all strangers to him. He was tempted to engage Guise of the Spirit Realms which allowed him to travel between the planes. But he chose not to. If this place really was the seat of the rebellion, he wanted to see, hear and feel it firsthand. If it was a trap, then he would engage his gift and simply leave.

As it turned out, he made the proper choice. The red lanterns, he mistakenly considered to be candles, caused all cloaking spells and illusionary casts to dissipate, revealing each person's true identity. In the case of several creatures, they weren't even human. He knew he was short for a human, but some of these beasts were exaggerated beyond belief. This excited Zephryn Stinson.

Eventually, a blonde haired man with long hair, a handlebar mustache and a beard slowly walked to the front of the room. He spoke in a voice that sounded as though it were enhanced or projected by some arcane assistance. He settled the crown down and then spoke to all, “I welcome you to Talim’s Downfall, the organization committed to stripping this kingdom, from the grip of Talim. I apologize for removing your illusions, but we must all be able to identify one another .” The man appeared to possess an omniscient air about him. That in and of itself created a sense of distrust for Zephryn. Obviously, this man knew things none of the rest of the group could possibly know. When one person knows everything, and the group knows nothing, the one who knows must assuredly be up to something. 'I just know it!' Zephryn thought to himself.

Apparently, the trip here was out of Zephyr's control as well. "Well if that don 't beat momma's baked biscuits," Zephyr muttered loud enough for those closest to him to hear. He was certainly agitated about this entire revelation. There must be more to this than what Mr. Wonderful is detailing.'

The man addressed the assembly in a dictatorial manner, “In this organization we have two important rules you need to worry about. First, we work in the shadows and do not engage in outright rebellion." Zephyr joined in the outbursts with the crowd to make it appear he was in agreement with everyone else. He honestly didn't know why the assembly was upset with Mr. Wonderful, but it should at least appear he was on their side. He didn't want his skepticism to get the better of him.

Mr. Wonderful continued, “This is because our goal is to rid us of the mad king as quickly as possible. Not to foolishly call attention to ourselves." The crowd began to settle down. Zephyr was honestly happy for that fact. He hated unruly crowds. They bothered him more than words could honestly describe. “Second, whatever goals you may have during the execution of our plan, must be a secondary priority to our task of ending Talim's reign."

In the next instant, Zephyr had what appeared to be a chance card in his hand. It was mostly white, with the symbol of the moon imprinted upon it. Zephyr glanced around and realized the four people closest to him held the same card as he.

“Any questions before you are briefed on your tasks?” Mr. Wonderful added after the assembly inspected the chance cards in their hands.

Zephyr, not one to control himself, "Yes, could you please point out the facilities? I really need to do number one." He allowed a light smile, calming hopefully.

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As Celine entered the building, a few eyes turned to her but she paid little attention to any of them and instead scanned the interior of the building. In contrast to the cathedral's outside appearance the inside was much more organized and almost inviting. Celine assumed that this was a sort of base for the rebels. However, if this was the main base, the leader made a poor choice to allow new recruits to enter so soon. This was of little concern to Celine though. She went to stand against the wall where she could see the enter room, make out any ins and out of the building that her sharp eyes will catch. Although she was trained as a knight and was usually sent as a frontal assault, she had spared some time to train with assassins and learned a thing or two from them.

More people entered the building, only for them to step into the lighted area of the cathedral and their true form to make an appearance. Celine tensed at this sudden change, the one's who used the illusions to disguise themselves were equally unhappy and started to yell and complain.

With nothing to complain about, for her hood remained over her head, glove on her hand, and cloth over her sword, Celine's eyes trained on the man that walked to the center front of the room. A blonde haired man with a long mane and a handlebar mustache with a beard were to only eye catching details about the man. He spoke confidently and calmly, demanding for everyone's attention and cooperation. Still, Celine distrusted him. He didn't provide a name and obviously made the situation to seem like he had all the cards.

“Most of you assume that you found this place of your own free will, that you put the pieces together and found your way here." The man added a pause for more effect. "But in reality we lead all of you here. We seeded all the rumors and whispers to draw the certain people we decided contained the resolve or purpose to join us.

Irritation sparked within Celine. If this man had anything to do with Vincent, she will kill him. Even if he didn't, the idea of being tricked or lead by anyone did not improve her impression of the man.

"And there is not one person here except for the summoned beings that we don't know everything about.” The man said and Celine watched as his eyes went for a women roughly her age.

Her eyes widened in shock as her hand started to burn in pain. The woman was a demon. Celine's mind raced wondering why a demon was allowed here of all places. The burning sensation of her hand kept her from thinking straight and she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from showing any signs of her discomfort and she looked back to the man if only to distract herself and listen to the rest of what he had to say.

“We work in the shadows and do not engage in outright rebellion." As he says this there is an outcry of yells calling the organization cowards and weak. At this Celine scoffed, none of these idiots knew how an organized group worked, it's no wonder Talim is able to sleep peacefully every night. “This is because our goal is to get rid of the mad king as swiftly as possible, not to foolishly call attention to ourselves." The yells quickly wear down. Celine had to admit that the man knew what he was doing. He continues, “Secondly whatever goals you may have during our plan you must make sure you keep our task of ending Talim at the forefront."

That Celine will not make any promises, and if this man truly knew who she was, Celine could only guess that the man was after her demon sword. She was regretting her idea of coming here more and more.

A flick of the man's wrist and Celine felt something in her hand. The demon inside the sword took this moment of surprise to steer within her and Celine struggled to calm her mind. Stiffly she looked at the card, an intricate moon designed in the middle. She waited for what was to come next, what mission she needed to complete, how many more people she'll have to kill.

"Yes, could you please point out the facilities?" A standing next to her called out. "I really need to do number one."

Celine held back a breath of annoyance. At this point she wished to let the demon in her sword loose so she could kill every imbecile in this building.


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