Tale of Four Cities
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The Tale of Four Cities
Intro
Virtus, The City of Valor, Gnarus, The City of The Wise, and Centre, The City of the Focused and the Witty. The three Empires that have banded together to protect the world. From what? From possible evil forces. But for many, MANY years, there have been none. What happened the first time, you may ask. Well, like a boring old story would say, hundreds of years ago, the largest evil forces had gathered and obtained millions of dangerous weapons, powers, and beasts. They met at one spot, and planned to spread out in all directions, contaminating the peaceful world with their hate and greed.
Typically, there were Three Magnificently Gallant Heroes that were said to be encased in three Meteors sent from Heaven that struck the Earth, the day the Evil was attacking. (OOC: Wow, lotsa important words with capital letters!) The civilians were too busy screaming for their lives to notice the Meteors. Each landed in each of the three most infected parts of the world. The Three Heroes used no weapons, no techniques, no beasts to defeat them.
They simply released their gathered Holy Energy and created The Trio of Holy Judgment, divine monsters as big as a quarter of the world, and could be distinctly seen from outer space. The monsters were simply glowing white silhouettes. Every single person in the world could see at least one of the THJ from where they were standing. The moment the monsters rose, all was silent, all was still. Before anyone could recover from shock, a bright blue triangle formed in the sky, large stars at each of the points. The Monsters had their arms outstretched, the triangle in the sky was reflecting what was happening on Earth, the Monsters were the stars at the point, and their energy and power all connected to each other.
Every single evil-doer was being defeated at that moment, by the Monsters, who didn't even touch them, but their power of peace and hope was too overwhelming for the forces of evil. One by one, all that was filled with hate was disappearing, into thin air, going to Nowhere. Within hours, the world was safe, people were crying for joy, people were sharing their love. As for the Trio of Holy Judgment, they were still standing. But ever so slowly, their silhouettes started to disintegrate, and the rubble beneath their large feet started rising, and forming a City. When the three monsters were fully disintegrated, so were the Heroes.
The Heroes had turned themselves in to the Trio. They sacrificed their alien lives for a world they've never been to. No one knows why. Millions of myths and legends that were all incredibly untrue and outrageous were written. Three Cities existed, each in the name of the Three Magnificently Gallant Heroes. Oh, hold on, there seems to be something missing. Ah yes, one boy, one very small boy, sitting on top of a plank. He was the only one who survived. And from that moment, the moment where his evil father let go of his hand when he disappeared, his life was spared. And was immortalized. Right now, as I am narrating this story, he is still very much alive. In a very tall building. In a very small area of civilization. That appears to the naked eye once every Blue Moon. The immortal boy that is still very much alive in a very tall building in a very small City. More commonly rumored as the Fourth City.
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It's rather important that you read the intro. Despite how long it is.
Present Time, approximately 634 years since the beginning of the Three Cities.
Every 25 years in this world, the Blue Moon peeks out from the clouds. Every 6 months, five professionals from each Main City, professing in survival, go out for a 3 days journey, to go as far as they can to see if they can find anything peculiar. And every Blue Moon, when the scouts are sent out, there is always at least one story. One sighting of the Fourth City. Every 25 years. And no one's done a single thing about it. Until the new Chief (Basically the Leader of a City), the very young and noble Chief of Centre decided to actually do SOMETHING about this annoying Fourth City. What did he do? He called a meeting. Not just any meeting. A meeting of the three Chiefs. There has only been one meeting of the three Chiefs, ever. And that was at the entire beginning of the three Cities. Everything between the beginning and now was simply filled with simple days, and peaceful times. But this young Chief of Centre was eager when he first heard about the Fourth City when he was just a wee boy. He aimed to be the Chief or Centre, and execute the largest investigation in the world.
Let's call this noble boy Tom, shall we? And then get on with the most important beginning in the story.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Tom looked up from the circular table, which was on a metal platform, which was in the shape of a triangle, which had pathways from each point, leading to glowing door. Down below the platform was infinite space, well, that's what it looked like. It actually led to the center of the Earth.
"Good evening, Chief Virtus (Name of one of the Cities. Chiefs address each other like that.)" Tom said in a calm voice, his hands folded in front of him on the cold table. He also recognized the clunk of Virtus' combat boots.
In the very dim lighting, Chief Virtus appeared, half of his face in the shadows. His black trench coat flowed to below his knees, and his rough face and buzzcut hair was visible.
"Hmph." He grunted, as the metal chair scraped the platform and he took a seat. Just as Virtus (Let's just use the City names as their nicknames.) sat down, the Chief of Gnarus walked through the only glowing door left. Once a door stopped glowing, after a Chief entered it, it was sealed, until the meeting was over. The Chief of Gnarus was a beautiful woman, much in her late 30s. She was the second youngest Chief of all time, next to Tom, who was merely 18. Her long, red wavy hair bounced as she walked hastily to the last seat. She smiled beautifully at the two men, lifted a part of her silky black dress, and sat on the cold steel. All Chiefs are required to wear black when meeting with one another. For whatever reason, the Chiefs do not know. Tom himself was wearing a handsome white dress shirt, and a smooth black vest, along with sleek black pants, and the best black leather shoes ever crafted, just for him. [OOC: Tom looks just like the young Tom Riddle from Harry Potter. Only because Tom Riddle's looks fits the part, but the Chief Tom isn't evil at all.]
"Let's begin the discussion, shall we?" Tom fixed his posture and the two other Chiefs straightened as well.
END OF INTRO!
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Descriptions of the Three Cities
Virtus, the City of Valor: The World's top warriors, and the bravest fools of all time have all come from this City. They specialize in strength, melee mastery, and courage. Their armor is gallant, shiny, and rather awesome. Magnificent swords, hammers, axes, daggers, scythes, spears, shields, you name it.. A Grand Colliseum is located in the center of Virtus. Any warrior or fighter can come here and hone their skills in harsh battles. Famous tournaments are held here, and battlers from all Cities gather for the prize of honor, respect, and fame throughout the world.
Gnarus, the City of the Wise: Of course, the wisest and the all-knowing City. The most powerful Sages and Wizards and many battlers with skills of knowledge. They specialize in Ancient Magic, and the Great Four Elements, Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. But of course, there are many other abilities that one can learn in the great City of the Wise. The robes are majestic and mesmerizing, one amazing Sage once had books in the belts of his robe, and was able to bring the dangerous characters in the book to life and control them! The Greatest Library, holding books on just about any piece of information possible. Want to know how a rubber duck is made? You'll find a book about rubber ducks or possibly every rubber object ever made (Although, I don't know why one would write such a book) in this Library, that resides in the center of the City.
Centre, the City of the Focused and the Witty: Ah, the most entertaining place on Earth. Gamblers, Magicians, Puppeteers, sly detectives, handsome, clever men, and luring women. This City is not only entertaining, but it's the home of all Masterminds, all battlers who have mastered the skill of concentration, focus, and the power of their own mind. The City of Illusions. The cleverest, wittiest, most unpredictable battlers come from this City. People from the other two Cities come here to see the Shows! The magnificent Shows, all held within the Master Theatre, top Magicians, Illusionists, and wonderful actors come and put on fabulous laughs and plots. This is also the home of Callidus, The Infamous Illusionist, the man who master the Art of Illusion and Puppeteer, making him a formidable battler.
Setting
The setting for the story is futuristic, but the way the environment is set up is much like late 19th century england, where the roads were stone and such. If yer having trouble picturing that, just picture Sweeney Todd and his whole town and...yeah. There's not much need for cars, considering the fact we have magic and some of us may be able to move faster than Jesus....
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Plot
Ordered by Tom, the Chief of Centre, you are among the carefully hand picked professionals with a mission. Investigate the Fourth City without having to get involved with the City itself. The Chiefs don't want any of you messing about and going in. All that is required is as much information as possible on the Fourth City. When the mission is complete, further decisions will be made based on the information your group gathered. Only the best of the best are chosen for such top secret missions.
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Prologue
"Enter. Callidus." Tom said, hands folded again in front of him, this time on his mahogany desk. The door merely creaked, and a voice was heard.
"Milord, when shall I depart?" Callidus' face was not visible, he was standing behind the slightly open door.
"In a few hours. We're developing the information you need to gather the selected. Come back in 2 hours, and there will be an envelope in my bookcase, between my favorite cookbook, and my least favorite "Do It Yourself" Manual." Tom swirled the liquid in his glass of scotch before taking a sip.
"Yes Milord." The door was a millimeter from being closed when Tom said,
"Don't forget, the journey between two Cities is about 2 days on foot." When he finished, the door shut.
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AGE:
GENDER:
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CITY (Must be a City, not some random location like a little village down south.):
HISTORY:
PERSONALITY:
ABILITIES (Please base your abilities on the well-known trait of your City. EX: Come from Viritus, you could have some physically strong attributes. Also, no 'Uberly Godly, Bringer of Death' kind of powers please. We've had some problems with it in the past.):
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
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AND PLEASE WAIT TO BE ACCEPTED IN ORDER TO ROLEPLAY.
Note: This is a roleplay that was previously played in Sparks, and was never finished :I SO! I hope it'll do well here img src="http://www.runeology.org/forums/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin.gif" /> I'll post a guide on how to roleplay in a seperate thread.
EDIT: The guide of potatoes and other goodness has been posted o:
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Midget948
NAME: Callidus, more worldly known as the Infamous Illusionist.
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male. (Don't judge me just because most of my Roleplay Characters are boys >_>)
APPEARANCE (Include armour. please:).): A black tux with black gloves :I There's eccentric designs going down the button line of the suit, and along the gloves, which end before the wrist. He has a 5" top hat
Facial Features:
Callidus has sleek, pitch black hair, a small clip of bangs partially cover his right eye. His eyes are a sharp, true blue, a trait that has been passed down in many Illusionist families, sharp colored eyes. The shape of his jaw and his cheekbones compliment each other.
He wears a black mask, that covers the left half of his face, even his mouth. The mask makes half of his face look like a skeleton mask, the covered half of his mouth was simply a bare teeth design, to make it look like half of his face was skeleton. But the area where the skin should be is black. He wears this mask everyday, only on the most important days of the year, or events like the new Chief's inauguration ceremony will he remove his mask, revealing his full face.
CITY (Must be a City, not some random location like a little village down south.): Centre, the City of the Focused, and the Witty.
HISTORY: Callidus was born to a mother and a father, no siblings. His mother and father were once picked to do a scouting for 6 days, leaving Callidus alone in their small home, at the age of 8. 6 days went by, and his parents never returned. Of course, searching parties were executed, but unsuccessful everytime. Guards were sent to Callidus' home to fetch him and put him under proper care, but he ran away before anyone could see him. Callidus ran into a dark alley and cried. A shadowy figure came into sight and stepped up to him. The silhouette was dressed in a tuxedo, and a top hat. A twirly mustache was visible. A few words were spoken and Callidus was taken in the care of the man in the tuxedo. That was the last day he was seen since he was 8. When Callidus was supposedly 17, a show time was announced. Callidus' name appeared on the poster, causing a commosion among those who knew the quiet little boy. Illusionists in Shows are often like Magicians, they pull something magnificent out of their secret top hat, and have birds fly out of their sleeves. But Callidus' Show was the turn of the century! He performed with the Tuxedo Man (Awesome Theatre name, right?), the man who supposedly raised him for 9 years. Rumor has it that the Tuxedo Man is related to Houdini himself, the top Illusionist of all time. But Callidus proved himself better than Houdini. He performed tricks and puppet shows unimaginable. At the age of 18, he was recruited into the Force. The Force is basically the military of the three Cities. The Force are sent out on special missions meant only for the most skilled battlers. Under the previous Chief of Centre, Callidus slowly raised to the top of the rankings, the squad leader of top missions. Presently, Callidus is now usually at Tom's side, when not in a mission. Callidus has indeed become Tom's favorite Go-to-man.
PERSONALITY: In general, Callidus is incredibly calm and cool and collected. When he feels rather lazy or bothered, he becomes very sarcastic, and can be irritating. Callidus has many charms and ways to convince people, and talk his way out of things, just like an Illusionist, after all, Illusionists are masters of dangerous trickery on the mind, and when the mind has broken down enough, the target's body can be taken over, as their mind obviously cannot fight the power. Although there had been times where warriors have resisted Callidus' power, but not many.
During battle, Callidus turns into a complete maniac (Because having deranged, maniacal characters are fun.), and his eyes become crazed and his soft, charming smile becomes long and can look very scary. He cackles at pathetic attempts, and brings no mercy. Every now and then, he has a desire to see an opponent assume fetal position in front of him in agony and pain, and scream and try to wriggle out of his mindful grasp.
ABILITIES:Of course, Illusionists, as mentioned above, are masters of dangerous trickery on the mind. Much like Mesmers, who specialize in hexes to confuse the enemy and weaken their reinforcements significantly. The only downside to an Illusionist is the immense amount of concentration it takes to actually gather the required brain power and enter the target's mind. Often when they get older, they soon master Concentration, much like Callidus. His battle stages are fearsome, indeed, but not many know just what they are. Should any of his secrets ever be told to anyone but the Callidus himself, they shall be killed, as revealed secrets are the greatest weaknesses of Illusionists and Magicians. (Illusionists and Magicians are incredibly similar. Magicians are just for show, Illusionists can actually battle.)
He can also use the Puppeteer technique. But the Puppeteer technique doesn't require a wooden figure equipped with weapons. Humans whose mind has been broken down enough could be vulnerable and be taken over. A Puppeteer usually uses his left hand to control the puppet, as if strings were attached to their fingers, and often the wear long, loose sleeves to cover their left hand, so the opponent can't decipher the puppet's movements by watching the left hand. The faster the hand moves, the faster the puppet goes, the more force to a hand movement, the more force the puppet puts in their movement. Callidus often chooses strong warriors to control. Puppeteers are not only good against the enemy, but they benefit allies too. Puppeteers can control willing allies and enhance their movements, and utilize their special abilities.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Mainly his own mind. But he has a cane, with a blood red ruby on the top of the cane. About 5 inches down the cane, it starts to get sharper and sharper until the point can be used like a sword. Although it's not visible if you look don't look closely. Often he uses the cane to confuse the enemy into thinking that his cane is the source of his power. And if they succeed in stealing the cane, they will let their guard down for a moment, leaving their minds open to attack. What they should really be avoiding is Callidus' eyes, which are hard to not look at, considering how much the color stands out of all the darker colors.
During battle, it's almost as if he has stages, his first stage is normal, just his suit and his black and white mask. His second stage, which means that his opponent isn't going to be as easy as Callidus thought, he puts on his thin, square rimmed glasses, with silver frame, and takes off his black mask. For whatever reason, or ability behind Callidus' accessories are very strange, and very dangerous. His third and final stage, Callidus' Top Hat. His 5" tall top hat. Should you ever live long enough in battle to see him put on his Top Hat, congratulations. Unfortunately, the most logical thing to do the moment the top hat touches his head is to run. Run as far as possible, and never, EVER make eye contact with him. The sharp eyes of an Illusionist are their most dangerous weapons that they save for last, if necessary. He only ever wears his Top Hat for extremely special occasions, such as the celebration of his victory, and your death.
OOC: I'm sorry for the long bio D:
Apostledanub
NAME: Feros
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Feros has very short, brown hair, as long hair is disadvantageous in a fight. His eyes are a fiery red, and a bit large. Feros's face is a bit round. He almost constantly wears his thick, bright red armour, which protects his body from neck to toes. Two symmetric clawed, fire-breathing dragons decorate the front of this masterpiece. His protecting helmet complements his body. Feros stands tall in his large, heavy boots. Without his boots, he is about 6 feet tall. His shield is also quite large and is very similar to the rest of his armor, being decorated with the same dragon.
CITY: Virtus
HISTORY: Feros's family has always been poor. Because the family could barely pay for its own food, the males always joined the Force, where they had not to pay for their own care. This caused them to hold duty, trust, strength and skill in high regards. Feros's earlier life was no different, when he joined the Force as soon as he could. Different from his family, he came to resent this way of life because he had difficulty accepting that there were rules, and that people had authority over him. He was kicked out of the guard because of misconduct. This earned Feros the disrespect of his family however, and he was disinherited. No longer accepted by his family or the people of Virtus, he became a mercenary, having done less noble things in his career. He kept doing all kinds of jobs for money, until today.
PERSONALITY: In general, Feros is a rather silent, but wisecracking friendly man. As mentioned before, he will not accept any kind of authority people are supposed to have over him, and will become 'difficult' in such situations. Despite his family rejecting him, he still thinks like his family to some extent, and will never betray his friends, even if he would be richly rewarded for it. Sometimes, Feros needs some time alone, because social contact tires him a bit, and he will get pissed if you bother him when he is like this. Feros is not the kind of person you want advice from when you have a problem that requires intelligence to solve, as he is simply not willing to even attempt to solve such problems.
ABILITIES: Feros makes up for his lack of mobility with immense strength. Basically, when you let him get too close to you, you're a dead man/woman. He is skilled like nearly no other man with any kind of one-handed sword. This, combined with his thick armour, makes him very hard to best in melee combat. Not many of his enemies who have engaged Feros in a swordfight live to tell the tale. He is also trained enough in fire magics to temporarily enchant his sword, or more rarely, his armour with a fiery fire.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: The classic sword and board.
Sieg678
NAME: Sathe
AGE: 21
GENDER: make
APPEARANCE: short blond hair with deep blue eyes, he wears a black shirt with matching black bottoms and very conformable boots. his clothes are padded with leather to help him move freely and quickly in battle. he also wears a black hood and black cape (lots o black huh).
CITY (Must be a City, not some random location like a little village down south.): Centre
HISTORY: As a boy, Sathe has always had to fend for himself. He never wanted to rely on his parents too much as they worked too hard to support themselves with the little money they could muster. however one fateful night thieves broke into his parents house, stole what they could and burnt it down, Sathe tried to save his parents but they just told him to run, and he listened. he ran from his native city of Gnarus as there was nothing left for him there, and came upon Centre. there he found refuge in the form of a group of rogues and assassins within the slums of the city, there he trained and grew up with them like brothers training in the arts of the rogue, so he could maybe just one day avenge his family.
PERSONALITY: a very happy and optimistic person, a rather strange trait for an a rogue, however because of the people he has grown up with he tends to get very cocky and arrogant. he is always a light hearted kind of person, but wont be afraid to fight for the ones he loves.
ABILITIES: forsight: when concentrating enough he can gain an extremely short look into the future, he isn't sure how he has this ability but he doesn't mind to abuse it. however it takes alot of energy out of him.
smoke screen: has the ability to create a smoke screen to confuse his enemies or run away in time of need
of corse being a rogue, he is a very fast and acrobatic kind of person, but not exactly the strongest and wouldn't really last on a head on fight.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: two daggers, each of his own design, one has a symbol of some unknown deity the other has two extra blades along side the middle one, like a trident. -
NAME: Feros
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Feros has very short, brown hair, as long hair is disadvantageous in a fight. His eyes are a fiery red, and a bit large. Feros's face is a bit round. He almost constantly wears his thick, bright red armour, which protects his body from neck to toes. Two symmetric clawed, fire-breathing dragons decorate the front of this masterpiece. His protecting helmet complements his body. Feros stands tall in his large, heavy boots. Without his boots, he is about 6 feet tall. His shield is also quite large and is very similar to the rest of his armor, being decorated with the same dragon.
CITY: Virtus
HISTORY: Feros's family has always been poor. Because the family could barely pay for its own food, the males always joined the Force, where they had not to pay for their own care. This caused them to hold duty, trust, strength and skill in high regards. Feros's earlier life was no different, when he joined the Force as soon as he could. Different from his family, he came to resent this way of life because he had difficulty accepting that there were rules, and that people had authority over him. He was kicked out of the guard because of misconduct. This earned Feros the disrespect of his family however, and he was disinherited. No longer accepted by his family or the people of Virtus, he became a mercenary, having done less noble things in his career. He kept doing all kinds of jobs for money, until today.
PERSONALITY: In general, Feros is a rather silent, but wisecracking friendly man. As mentioned before, he will not accept any kind of authority people are supposed to have over him, and will become 'difficult' in such situations. Despite his family rejecting him, he still thinks like his family to some extent, and will never betray his friends, even if he would be richly rewarded for it. Sometimes, Feros needs some time alone, because social contact tires him a bit, and he will get pissed if you bother him when he is like this. Feros is not the kind of person you want advice from when you have a problem that requires intelligence to solve, as he is simply not willing to even attempt to solve such problems.
ABILITIES: Feros makes up for his lack of mobility with immense strength. Basically, when you let him get too close to you, you're a dead man/woman. He is skilled like nearly no other man with any kind of one-handed sword. This, combined with his thick armour, makes him very hard to best in melee combat. Not many of his enemies who have engaged Feros in a swordfight live to tell the tale. He is also trained enough in fire magics to temporarily enchant his sword, or more rarely, his armour with a fiery fire.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: The classic sword and board. -
OOC: Accepted ftw
When you are accept, please start in your residential city
An escort will arrive to your city when it's mentioned 
The setting for the story is futuristic, but the way the environment is set up is much like late 19th century england, where the roads were stone and such. If yer having trouble picturing that, just picture Sweeney Todd and his whole town and...yeah. There's not much need for cars, considering the fact we have magic and some of us may be able to move faster than Jesus....O.o I'll edit the first post in a bit.
BIC:
"Callidus, sir, your horses are ready, sir." A feeble, skinny guard saluted nervously. A newbie, you could call him. Since there's a handful of people selected for this investigation, there's a whole gathering of guards and horses outside the City gate.
"Good, but I won't be traveling with you until you reach the City, as there could be some candidates in Centre. So do be careful with Angier and Borden, they're my favorites." Callidus smiled gratefully at the man. Angier and Borden were brown and white horses, named after two famous magicians that nearly killed each other for their secrets.
"Ah, uh, yes sir!" The guard saluted once more.
"Unit 2!" Callidus shouted. "You are to be escorting the candidates from Virtus!" A chorus of "Yessir!"'s arose from his right. Callidus adjusted his black mask as he watched the guards saddle the horses and mount them. He cleared his throat. "All set?"
"Yessir!"
"Good. General, here's a list of the citizens you must escort." Callidus pulled out a manila envelope out from his jacket, which held an infinite amount of pockets and space inside them...A man with a prestigious gold trimming on his jacket took the envelope with a bow of his head.
"C'mon! Let's move it!" The General and the four other guards followed.
OOC: Pretty fancy escort if the General's comin' along -
NAME: Sathe
AGE: 21
GENDER: male
APPEARANCE: short blond hair with deep blue eyes, he wears a black shirt with matching black bottoms and very conformable boots. his clothes are padded with leather to help him move freely and quickly in battle. he also wears a black hood and black cape (lots o black huh).
CITY (Must be a City, not some random location like a little village down south.): Centre
HISTORY: As a boy, Sathe has always had to fend for himself. He never wanted to rely on his parents too much as they worked too hard to support themselves with the little money they could muster. however one fateful night thieves broke into his parents house, stole what they could and burnt it down, Sathe tried to save his parents but they just told him to run, and he listened. he ran from his native city of Gnarus as there was nothing left for him there, and came upon Centre. there he found refuge in the form of a group of rogues and assassins within the slums of the city, there he trained and grew up with them like brothers training in the arts of the rogue, so he could maybe just one day avenge his family.
PERSONALITY: a very happy and optimistic person, a rather strange trait for an a rogue, however because of the people he has grown up with he tends to get very cocky and arrogant. he is always a light hearted kind of person, but wont be afraid to fight for the ones he loves.
ABILITIES: forsight: when concentrating enough he can gain an extremely short look into the future, he isn't sure how he has this ability but he doesn't mind to abuse it. however it takes alot of energy out of him.
smoke screen: has the ability to create a smoke screen to confuse his enemies or run away in time of need
of corse being a rogue, he is a very fast and acrobatic kind of person, but not exactly the strongest and wouldn't really last on a head on fight.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: two daggers, each of his own design, one has a symbol of some unknown deity the other has two extra blades along side the middle one, like a trident. -
OOC: Accepted ftw
When you are accept, please start in your residential city An escort will arrive to your city when it's mentioned -
Tired, exhausted and in a bad mood, Feros stepped slowly towards the door of the bar. All he wanted right now was to sit down and have a good beer. Unlike him, he opened the door with a powerful kick, which made the door slam against the stone wall with great force. Everyone looked up to see just who had just entered, but when they saw it was just Feros, they returned to what they were doing again. The bartender gave him a somewhat worried look and asked: "Bad assignment?"
Feros did not answer until he was seated comfortably on one of the old, wooden chairs. He laid his sword and shield against both sides of the chair and rubbed his face with his hands. Then, he said: "Take out some guy. Sounded simple enough, but he had lots of guards. Even so, it was tougher than it should've been."
The bartender decided not to ask him about the details. "I guess a good beer will cheer ye up."
"Good."
The bartender came to his table and handed Feros a frothy beer. Feros drank it all in less than ten seconds. He was that pissed. -
"Ahris, what was the mission again?" Sathe was speaking in a low whisper. "Ugh, how many times do i have to tell you Sath, never forget the mission!!" Ahris was a top notch rogue, with a nack of slipping in and then out of places undetected, leaving no trace what-so-ever. "alright keep your voice down! i'm sorry!" a grin came over Ahris face. "Hehe, anyway the mission is a simple retrieval mission, someone stole something and simply enough we're stealing it back."
Sathe had a blank look on his face "Then why the hell do you need me?! this is your field not mine!" Sathe was very confused that he almost forgot to keep his voice down. "Shh young one. don't worry your not coming in with me, its just i don't trust this much, your simply my...how to put this...insurance don't worry though I'm sure it will go fine." Ahris flashed his trademark grin. "Fine, i understand. Don't hesitate to call on me then." Sathe flashed a grin back and with that Ahris jumped into the skylight and into the building where this item was being held. -
The hooves of the horses splashed through puddles and whizzed down the path. The guards had been riding for about two hours, when they reach the Tower, they can teleport to Virtus in no time.
"Sir! Um, how does the...teleporting work? Sir?" Ugh. A newbie. The General sighed. Honestly, don't people bother to read anything?
"It's a new system, see? Since we have Towers as a look out, we set-up a system so we could travel faster." The General turned to his recruit. "When we get to the Tower, there'll be a room for teleporting only. I'll explain it to you there. It's pretty straight-forward once you see it."
"Yessir." The recruit piped up and continued riding.
Meanwhile, Callidus reviewed the list of candidates that lived in Centre. The first one was a rogue named Sathe, who apparently is a part of a group of assassins and other...rogues. How do they find this information, Callidus walked down the market street wondering. Sure, Callidus knew how they found out information, but learning there's an entire group of rogues that could very well be criminals? He shook his head, and nearly collided with two girls that were gawking at a high-fashion store.
"S-Sorry!" The taller one apologized and blushed, as she recognized his strange black mask. The other one, slightly more stout, turned wide-eyed and squealed a tiny bit.
"Hullo," Callidus flashed a half-covered, charming smile. "Hope you two have a good day." He tipped his top hat like a good gentlemen and walked past them, leaving them speechless and even more giddy. Callidus was famous for his amazing shows at the Master Theatre, and had a LOT of fans. A large number of them being girls...since he's really quite young and all...
"Sathe..." He glanced every now and then at the profile picture he was given. Very much dressed in black, and all. Well, at least it was daylight, he thought. -
Feros was busy overthinking his assignment when a strange-looking man entered the bar in the same fashion Feros did. He could bring himself to bother just enough to look up. This man was quite tall, maybe taller than him, and had long, white hair. His eyes were a blood-red, different than Feros's, and were rather small, so you had the impression that this person is always serious. The man was wearing boring gray robes with long sleeves, his hands barely sticking out. His boots were made from leather and looked worn out. From his clothes, Feros concluded that he must be a mage, and a quite old one at that.
The mage looked at Feros with a piercing glare. Feros looked back, right in his eyes, because he was not impressed at all. He thought: Whatever this guy is here for, he means trouble... -
Sathe was sitting on the roof of the building twirling a dagger in his fingers and throwing it up then catching it, something he's gotten very good at due to his previous steak outs. "Done" Sathe nearly jumped off the building due to the voice, he quickly turned round realizing it was Ahris, chuckling "Ha! Should of seen your face!." Sathe was not pleased "Don't do that man! Ugh. Anyway, did you get this item we're looking for, whatever it is?" A pleased look came over Ahris' face, he simply grinned and pulled out a nice looking sword, with a gem encrusted and gold hilt with a magically enchanted silver blade.
Sathe was in awe over the sword. "Who...Who's is this?" Sathe couldn't help but check out the sword
"Pleased are we? Hehe." Ahris was still grinning. "we'll to awnser your question im not too sure, it was an anonymous tip really"
Sathe was confused again "An anon? we don't normally trust them, is that why you brought me along?" Ahris smiled instead this time.
"You seem to learn quickly, This is why you where brought in to our guild in the first place! But still for now we should head back to the hideout" And with that, the two rogues quickly left the roof of the building and quickly headed for the slums -
The old man didn't seem to care that it was obvious that he was 'interested' in Feros. He continued to watch him from a few tables away while Feros drank another beer. Because he felt uncomfortable now, Feros decided to go home. After he paid the bartender, he grabbed his sword and shield and quickly quit the bar. Feros didn't have to look behind him, as he heard the mage's footsteps.
The streets of Virtus at night. There was virtually no life, which is strange. Their footsteps echoed through the streets, but nobody seemed to care. Then, Feros felt a deathly cold gripping him tight, and before he realized what was happening, he was knocked over by a powerful blast... -
OOC:Okay...So 5 hours passed, now we're in Feros' time. since Feros is at night o.o
"Sir, I see the Tower, sir!" A guard pointed out the obvious. The Tower was an incredibly, undoubtedly large, tall...thing. Well, not a thing, more like a tree. A tree of stone. The tree had some features to it, though. It was as if the mages had carved a building out of this tree, there was a large double door, windows all over the place, the branches held lanterns, and even more branches held balconies and other trinkets of interest.
"Yes...Now, onward! Top speed!" The General ordered.
Several minutes later, the horses and the men reached the Tower. They unsaddled and gazed in awe at the large tree that housed some of the strangest mages in the entire Empire.
"Ah, Cornelius!" A dwarfish little mage popped outta nowhere, with a crack! right in front of them.
"Uh, hullo, Ferguson." The General sputtered, not many people knew his real name, and he was a bit shocked that this little man knew the Great General's name. "Come in! Come in! Callidus told us to expect you after 5 hours of your departure!" The dwarfish mage had a quite squeaky, mousy voice. It sort of matched his aged face and his gray, wiry hair. He hastily pushed them through the three-elephants tall double-doors. When the doors closed, the entire tree shook.
Callidus appeared on just about every roof top of Centre. They were a guild a Rogues, and at night, they liked to travel by rooftops, or at least Callidus guessed. One second, he was strolling on the roof of a family of six, the next second, he was standing on the lookout on a roof over a tavern that still had customers in it.
"Haha! And he said he was straight! Sucks to be you, man!" "Hey, shut up, okay! He was dressed like a girl, okay!" The strange thing is, Callidus knew who they were talking about. He really did have weird friends, to be honest...
All of a sudden, something moved. Not something bright, but something black. To Callidus, black equals rogue. Rogue equals Sathe. So, he jumped from the rooftop, surprising the unsuspecting customers, and chased after the movement he saw, which were heading towards the slums. -
Sathe and Ahris, using the darkness as cover, passed though the city streets on there way to the HQ in the slums. they approached the local tavern and decided to stop for a quick rest, hiding behind it.
Sathe catching his breath "I'm sure we weren't followed" Ahris just nodded in agreement.
"Right, we've rested for long enough, we'll split up from here..." Sathe stopped him there "Whoa, wait...why?"
"It's just a safety measure, don't worry. I'll take the south entrance while you take the north, got it?" Sathe simply nodded "Good, meet you at the HQ."
Ahris then took off heading to the south, while Sathe ran north, as he left the taverns edge he caught a glimpse of a man on the roof, but dismissed it and kept running. -
"Sathe." Callidus was sitting casually on top of some crates near the slums. Previously, Callidus ran after the movement he saw, and when he realized the two of them split, he sent an illusion after the one that headed in the opposite direction of the one he originally saw. And now, Callidus was able to cut him off.
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Sathe stopped as he heard a noise. "Sathe." he looked around slowly, seeing nothing at first, but then he saw him, the famed Callidus. "Wha...? It's you...Callidus isn't it? what would such a wonder what with me?" Sathe spoke with a slight sarcastic tone in his voice, though he has seen a few of Callidus' shows before, he never liked the idea of being famous and so found it difficult to get along with anyone who was.
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Callidus smiled, and only smiled. He took a deep breath, and recited "By the orders of the Chief of Centre, you are hereby ...requested that you join a selected group of candidates that were hand-picked by the Chief of Centre himself, and investigate the rumored Fourth City. We will not take 'no' for an answer. From, the Chief of Centre." Callidus smiled again. "So, unless you have any questions, you have 36 hours to pack. There are others from other Cities that will join us, and all you have to do is wait until they arrive here. And when they do, we will meet with the Chief." He was still sitting on the crates, his piercing blue eyes stood out in the dark. Sathe's own blue eyes were darkened in the black hood he wore. "That is why I'm here."
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OOC: Well, sorry about that...
Feros quickly got up. Surprisingly, the mage did not attack again. Feros raised his shield in front of him and laid his sword on it, kind of resembling a spearman in a phalanx. "What's your problem?"
The mage showed no emotion. He just stared coldly at Feros. Then, finally, he spoke with a remarkably deep voice: "I believe you are the one who killed the crime lord today. The crime lord of a syndicate I am a part of. I've been paid handsomely to murder you, in return."
Feros scoffed: "They must not take me seriously, because they send an old, frail, indiscreet little man like you. One kick to your stomach and you're down for the count. Now, do me a favour and run away. Hard."
Feros thought he could see something of a smile on the mage's face. "Let me show you," began the mage, "why I have been chosen for this job..."
The mage fired a bolt of ice at Feros. Feros blocked it with his shield and was almost knocked down by the force of the spell. The old man then unleashed a spear of lightning, badly shocking Feros. Feros collapsed, and fell to his knees. The mage began to cackle, and unleashed more ice bolts. Slowly, Feros began to make his advance, occasionally stopped by a bolt of lightning. The old man didn't seem to notice that Feros came closer and closer. He was too busy unleashing hell on Feros. Then, after a minute or two, the mage became tired and his spells grew weaker and weaker. This continued until the mage ran out of energy.
The old man began to pant. "You... you are... still alive?"
Feros saw his chance, and charged at the mage. The old man attempted to block Feros's strikes with his staff, but Feros sliced his staff in half. The fight ended with Feros stabbing the old man in his stomach. The mage was killed by the shock.
After the mage collapsed on the ground, Feros kicked his head to make sure he was dead. "Damn you sneaking up on me..."
Feros then realized that the Force probably wouldn't like him killing people in the city, and he walked away from the site of the battle. -
"No. You can't. Just tell your friends you're being arrested, or something. And that you're being shipped to a special discipline center." He grinned, showing those pearly white teeth. "Meet me at this tavern tomorrow morning, regardless of whether you're done packing or not."
The guards nervously and cautiously entered the Tower. Inside, it looked like...a prestigious manor. It was decorated with mahogany furniture, gold-trimmed carpets, and dark red upholstery. It was surprisingly warm and welcoming. So much for the castle-like aura it gave off in the first place. "Welcome!" The dwarfish mage called Ferguson scuttled across the foyer, which was also enormous. "Please, if you would follow me!" Ferguson seemed to end every sentence with an exclamation point...
The guards walked through the foyer, their boots echoing. "What about the horses, sir?" The newbie asked. Cornelius sighed. "We'll come back to them, of course. We'll bring the escorts here, then we'll travel back." Really. Have some common sense, he thought. In the foyer was a grand...GRAND staircase. it was about half a story high, with pathways on either side, leading to halls with just about a thousand doors, and there was ANOTHER set of stairs behind it, also half a story high. but the second set was smaller, and much more narrow. It led to an even narrower hall, which was dark and unlit, with the exception of one wall-lantern. Ferguson led them through the narrow hall, and at the end was a ladder.
"Up you go! Up you go!" He squealed. The troops hastily climbed the ladder. -
"Humph...as you wish" Sathe sighed and then ran off into the darkness. Gotta get to the HQ...gotta think of something to say.... 15 minuets passed of running through the city streets and he finally came upon the HQ. It was a very deceiving building, a sort of house you would expect to find in the slums. Inside it held all the necessities that a group of rogues would need, sleeping quarters, a pantry and a place to hold all their goods that they have been payed or stolen.
"Right everyone sorry i'm late" Sathe closed the door behind him. "Is Ahris back yet? I need to hold a meeting" Some of the other rogues simply shook their heads. "damn...guess ill wait" half an hour passed then Ahris finally burst though the door. "Sorry i'm late, i was being chased by some sort of shadow, but it disapired after a while. Hey, your looking a bit pale Seth, you ok? Sathe looked up "yeah i'm fine, but i have to tell everyone something...now"
The entire rogue guild went into a big room with a table and many chairs around it each took a chair with Sathe at the top of the table. "Right the reason i've called you all here is to say.....i'll be leaving for a while, and i'm not sure when i'm coming back" A number of mumbles and whispers came across the room "I know it's very sudden and im sorry, i wish i could tell you the reason but i just...can't...not yet anyway. i only have 36 hours to pack...but don't fret, ill come back, that much i promise" Sathe hit his chest with his fist, the other rogues did the same.
Sathe then continued to back. He was a very light packer, only taking what he needs couple of spare clothes, washing things, a few bits of food to boost his energy and finally a stone, a glowing green stone. Now he's not very sure where this stone came from or what it is but he remembers it from his childhood and keeps it with him all the time -
OOC: Kay...since not many people are joining in the fun, you guys can have two chars if you want. If more people join they'll just have one character. Having only three people is kinda...eh...
Callidus spent the rest of the night walking across the City gate and appearing in random places. To be honest, everyone was asleep, with the exception of an insignificant drunkard wobbling about.
Meanwhile, Callidus, Sathe and his guild of rogues weren't the only ones up. Tom, the Chief of Centre, sat at his office desk with pictures laid out. The pictures were dark, but none the less, you could see something. It was white, like a light. And there were many of these white spots...the strange thing was that they were aligned. Like a building a lit in the midst of the night. The pictures Tom laid out were pictures that scouts took when they went on their routinely search. They were pictures of the Fourth City. Every 25 years, the same structure of lights appears, and sometimes, if the scouts get a good angle, there's even smaller buildings, with more light. The Chiefs discussed the possibility of these pictures, and they mainly just agreed upon the fact that it's just a random village. But Tom knew that no village existed upon that spot. But no one would sponsor an investigation. Not that anyone sponsored this investigation, either. But it took some convincing to get the two Chiefs to agree upon this mission.
"I know what you're thinking, Centre." Viritus growled, "It's not worth it. This meeting isn't worth it." Tom took a deep breath.
"That City has been there for over 400 years, Viritus, no one's done anything about it, it could be a growing threat." He explained calmly.
"Or it could be a simple City that doesn't want anything to do with us, since they probably know that we're virtually unstoppable." Viritus spoke again.
"He's right," Gnarus spoke in her full, smooth voice, "We of the Three Cities are trained and prepared for anything at any given moment, Tom. There's nothing to be worried about right now."
"No. There is something. That Fourth City. Aren't any of you at least a little curious as to what they could possibly be, since it only appears every Blue Moon? Don't you think that's a little strange? There's bound to be something of importance there." Tom argued, these people weren't very daring...
"Well, if it's important or something, it could be dangerous, and our people could get killed if we get too close, even if we send our top people, Tom, you should know that, we have to be careful with outsiders." Viritus struck again. He put his hand on the table, palm down, and hit tapped the table everytime he made a point. The sounds echoed all the way down below.
"Tom, I can understand the curiosity of your age, but strong curiosity often leads to danger. It would be a waste if we sent our top Force. We can't send our own villages either, they're not trained well enough, and they can't afford education. There's a 99.9% chance that we'll face trouble if we attempt to investigate the Fourth City." Gnarus spoke softly with her hands folded in her lap. By villages, she means the villages that the Empire (The Three Cities) had agreed to ally with, in order to protect them from potential harm. But most villages aren't as fantastic as the Cities, and the Empire can't provide materials for them, as they themselves need it.
Tom gripped the arm rests of his metal chair tightly, and looked away. She had a point, well, many. So did Viritus. "Look, I've been researching all the people in the Force, and other talented battlers, and I've come down to quite a handful that would be perfect for this mission." Tom snapped his fingers, and a small boy, the age of 10, appeared from the cloud of smoke and handed Tom a large yellow envelope. With another snap, the boy disappeared. The boy worked under Tom, and was his delivery boy for pretty much anything.
Tom spilled the contents evenly across the surface of the large, circular table. There were pictures of those he selected. Among them were Callidus, Sathe, Feros, and a few others.
"I've decided that these people have the abilities that compliment each other, and if used correctly, which I know they can, their chances of survival increase thirty fold." Tom smiled and stood up and examined the two other Chiefs as they too, looked at the top battlers from their own Cities.
"Callidus? Interesting. Are you sure you want to risk him, Tom, Callidus is indeed great, but can he work well with others?" Viritus questioned.
"Callidus can use the Puppeteer technique, with that, he can aid his allies in anyway. He's also quite good with getting out of trouble. I once sent him to a rebel village, he let his guard down for two seconds, was tied with steel rope against a 10 foot lightning rod, and well, he skipped to his 'Third and Final Stage' before he was tied. Callidus returned within 3 hours, and no scratches." Tom smiled again. Viritus raised an eyebrow.
"Hmph. Well, all these people do look like they can take care of themselves well." Viritus sat down, and the arm resting on the armrest opened and clenched a fist over and over again. That meant that he was thinking hard. Gnarus also sat down, and rubbed her temple slowly, she was thinking too. Tom took the oppurtunity to sit down and fold his hands on the table.
"Their chances of success are infact higher." Gnarus spoke up. She nodded once and walked to the door, put her hand on it, and it glowed again. She walked out. That nod meant she accepted the mission. Viritus did the same, leaving Tom to contemplate everything. -
Feros knew that his business for today was done, and walked back to his house. Not just a house, but a mansion. He is quite a popular mercenary, and people are prepared to pay a small fortune for his services. Oftentimes, he had won battles just by showing himself. He is that feared.
The walls of his mansion are quite thick, reflecting Feros's resilience. They were colored black, and here and there, you could see the dragon on Feros's armour decorating the walls. The parts of the roof that Feros uses to sit under when the weather is good, is supported by pillars. The top of the roof is pointy.
Feros walked into the living room, dominated by the colours white and red. Red carpets covered the floor, and the walls were decorated with paintings of the famous warriors of history. On the north side of the living room, there is a hearth, accompanied by two chairs. Feros sat down on one such a chair, and pondered about today's assignment, and about the mage that had attacked him. -
Name: The Drunken Baron.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Exactly like this.
City: Virtus
History: Age 5, parents were sent off to scout, they came back with gashes and protruding bones. No one had seen it happen, they simply appeared limping through the gates of Virtus. They collapsed dead onto the ground before taking 3 steps into the City. The boy called The Drunken Baron by the age of 15 never knew his parents had come back. He simply thought that they were just missing. He never abandoned that thought, and refused to see them dead. At the age of 10, he practiced little Illusionary Arts. He knows the basics of how and when to attack an Illusionist. After that, he started training
as an assassin. The previous Chief of Virtus recognized his abilities for agility, stealth, and strength when he entered in a junior tournamet, age 12. The rest of the competitors were 16 and up, there were 15 other competitors, yet the boy won the tournament in a matter of 13 minutes. Joining the Force, 13, he was immediately appointed to squad leader after proving a very skilled squad leader wrong when the leader made a wrong path, and risked three lives. But by 15, he could already lead more than five squads.
Hell, he was capable enough to lead an army.
12 years later, still being a wonderful leader in battle, being an expert at teleportation, (as he'd like to call it, which was really just a bit of superhuman speed) and quick killing, he was worldly recognized, only as the Drunken Baron. He got the name because he was incredibly noble, that's for sure, but extremely immature at times. He also started underage drinking, but was never arrested, as he had a rather important license to kill, plus, his skills and senses were enormously heightened with alcohol, for some strange reason. It'd take 16 overly strong men to hold him down, all at once. And he'd never remember anything he did while he was drunk. All the Baron knows is that when he gets drunk, he becomes unstoppable.
Personality: Very immature, 90% of the time, only in battle will he act seriously. He obviously likes alcohol, and he is NOT a light weight. 14 beers and he still won't be drunk, 20 beers, maybe a small buzz. 30 beers and you got him bouncing off the walls like a drunkard.
Abilities: He can move in on an enemy, strike them down quickly with a mere simple combo, and move back, as quick as he came. He specializes in speed and sight. The Baron sees everything as if they were more than real, and his accuracy is freaky crazy.
Weapon: Daggers, with the blade curved at the tip, and the dull, unused side of the blade with ridges engraved into it, as if it was a key. The handle was gold and silver, the part where the hand holds it being silver. Nothing really special about these 1' long bladed daggers. They're just durable, and very, very sharp.
The Baron's back
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Callidus noticed a peculiar figure. Sure he was drunk, but he was different from the normal drunkards. Callidus looked down from the rooftop he was standing upon. You could practically inhale the scent of alcohol that was coming from this one...The Drunken Baron laughed heartily into the night, and for no reason. What the hell was he doing in Centre?
"Hm. A man who smells insanely of alcohol. Sounds familiar." Callidus flicked his hand, and in his hand appeared a photo. A photo of the Baron, along with a lengthy description of him. Among the description were the words 'Smells like alcohol when drinking. Detectable from three miles away.' He flicked his hand and the photo was gone. Seems he's one of the selected. Well it might help to have a good leader around. Callidus stepped off the roof, and as he did, he disappeared. He then appeared right in front of the Baron.
"WHOA. Watch it there...man. Wait. I'd recognize that fickle mask any-" The Baron stopped and hiccuped. "-Where." A smirk formed on his face, he didn't have his mask on at the moment. "What does a man like you want with me? Eh? Hope yer not askin' fer a date or nuffin. I don't swing tha' way." The Baron laughed.
"Well, I'm not exactly here for a date. More of a request." Callidus found a little envelope that accompanied the Baron's picture. He reached inside his jacket and pulled it out. "Here."
The Baron snatched it drunkenly from his hands and ripped it open with his teeth. He squinted his eyes as he attempted to read it.
Dear (His Real Name Here),
I, Tom, The Chief of Centre, have a rather large, and adventurous request. (Words such as 'adventurous' get the Baron's attention.) I recognize your amazing leadership skills, battle skills, and information-gathering skills. I have decided that you are an incredibly well-suited candidate for this important expedition. You are to explore just outside the Fourth City's boundaries, at the Blue Moon, and investigate as much as you can about the hidden City. Along with a good handful of exceptionally trained battlers. You will be the leader. Callidus to be the co-leader. You will follow Callidus' orders, or you will be left on the roadside, where ever you may be. Further details are to be explained by me when the selected have been gathered.
Yours Truly,
Tom.
"Ha. Wait a mo'. Why ain't yoooou leader?" The Baron referred to Callidus.
"Because it's obvious you're better at leading then me. Drop by Tom's office whenever you're sober. Please." Callidus left at that, disappearing again...
"God he makes me dizzy when he does that." The Baron simply stumbled on, not really caring about the letter. -
The entire night Callidus sat on top of the roof of the tavern. Callidus is a strange being who doesn't really follow the daily needs of life. He doesn't sleep, nor does he really eat. Only about twice a week. He claims that if he eats too much he'll feel incredibly bloated. But he does breath...
As morning rose, Callidus heard footsteps, then his name. Without checking who it was, he jumped down from the roof and landed casually next to Sathe. "Good to see you, Sathe." Callidus greeted, while he fixed the cuff on his sleeve. "Here's how it's gonna work. I finish picking up the few candidates here in Centre, then I meet up with the escorts down in Gnarus, then the escorts to Virtus will be traveling back at the same rate, then we'll all be here at exactly the same time, and then we'll all rendez-vous with To-I mean the Chief of Centre..." Callidus looked at Sathe, his piercing blue eyes versus Sathe's, which were rivaling his own.
"All you have to do is prepare yourself. How, that's entirely up to you. Lord only knows what we'll encounter on the journey to the Fourth City."
The guards climbed up the tall...long...skinny ladder and arrived in a circular, well lit room, but still gave off a warm feeling. There were three crystal balls in the formation of a triangle, one at each point. The crystal balls were held in a stand, one for each. A stand that strongly resembled a tree trunk, and its branches held the crystal ball. In the middle of the room was a circular, rather expensive looking carpet. Its deep red went well with the hardwood floor. The carpet had a prestigious pattern that showed lions and owls and other wise animals all over it. The warmth of the room was increased by a marble fireplace that burned a fire that turned blue and orange. Upon the walls were long paintings, each about 2.5 feet wide and 7 feet tall. They depicted what the Empire thought the Trio of Holy Judgment looked like. Others displayed beautiful cityscapes of the three cities.
"This...is the Room of the Cities." Ferguson held out his arms in pride. "This took years of decorating!" He squealed.
"Erm, yes, it's quite lovely." Cornelius said, as he and his guards thronged into the large circular room. The newbie even went up to examine the crystal ball with the reddish-aura. "Newbie! Don't touch anything unless ordered to!" Cornelius barked.
"Uh, Yessir! Sorry sir!" He came to attention and saluted in apology.
"Oh yes, please don't touch anything just yet, you might find yourselves in the middle of a busy tavern down in Virtus! Wouldn't want to anger those gladiators now, do we?" Ferguson shook a crooked finger at him. "Now, how this works is simple. The crystal ball with the aura of their City color is obviously the portal to their City. Red is Virtus, blue is Gnarus, and silver is Centre. I do believe you lads were heading for Virtus?"
"Yes, Virtus."
"Anywhere specific in Virtus?"
"Er...We might as well take the first one on the list...Hold on..." Cornelius pulled out the list and looked to see who was first. The first man on the list was Feros, a top-notch fighter who lived in a mansion. "Ah, yes, this address please." Cornelius showed Ferguson the list, which held all the information he needed.
"Hm, alright then." Ferguson repeated the address, and the blurry image in the crystal ball changed to depict Feros's mansion. "All you have to do is touch it, and you will appear right in front of it! Really quite simple, if I do say so myself."
"Really? All we have to do is touch it?"
"Well yes, but only one at a time. We tried multiple people, but some of them ended up fused together at the other end..." Ferguson trailed off, looking a tad grim. Then, as quickly as his sad expression appeared, it changed into a crinkly smile. "Let's get started, shall we? You first, Cornelius!"
"Ah, yes..." -
"Wherever you like. I'll be there" Callidus simply said, and he walked off. Callidus snapped his fingers, and the list appeared. There were two more people here in Centre. A girl named Caddy (Pronounced like Katie), who was an archer and a trapper. The other one was another magician, but one who specialized in tracking. His name was Artemis, and he really wasn't well known for his shows, but he was often hired by the Force for tracking. Albeit he's a complete jackass...In fact, him and the Baron would get along well.
[Note: I edited my previous post to include the escort's rp] -
Feros swore he could hear footsteps, the sounds becoming louder and louder as whoever was approaching came closer to the mansion door. He rose from his chair, trying not to make any sound, raised his sword and shield, stepped towards the door, and stood ready for battle...
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OOC: Okay! Now that you've encountered the escorts nubbly, you can start to control them, since they're just side characters and are not that important.
The General knocked three times on the door. "This is the Force! We're here as an escort! Please open this door, Feros." -
"And how do I know that I can trust you?", asked Feros.
"No one would impersonate a soldier from the Force without getting away with it," answered the general.
He's got a point, Feros thought. Relieved, he opened the door to see if the visitor spoke the truth. Before him, he saw a small group of soldiers. Definitly looks like an escort. -
"I've been asked by the Chief of Centre to escort a select group of people to accompany us on an investigation. You and a handful of other people are among the most talented people in all of the Empire. You will journey together to the Fourth City." The General finished. "We as the escort must find all the candidates in Virtus. You are the first on the list, Feros."
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"The Chief of Centre?", asked Feros. "Lead on, then."
I hope he'll pay well... -
Callidus read Caddy's profile on the list. She's an exceptional archer, which isn't surprising, considering everyone on the list exceeds in their specific talent. Apparently, she has a hobby for gardening, and an extreme obsession with nature. Considering that fact, she must be a vegetarian, Callidus sub-consciously thought. Callidus walked towards the City Gate, and strolled into the woods. According to her profile, reports say she often trains in the woods. Her hand-crafted arrows are found all over the place, in the trees, in the castle walls, one even crippled one of the gate guards. By accident, of course.
Callidus stopped walking all of a sudden. He'd been walking for a while, or rather, appearing here and there. He had no idea where he was going, but some time later he ended up in the heart of the woods.
"Caddy? Are you here?" He said. Seconds later an arrow whizzed past his ear.
"What's the great Callidus doing in this heart of the woods?" A young blond, no more than 22, was perched on a branch above him, with another arrow notched in her bow.
"Now now, I'm not here for violence. I'm here upon the order of the Chief. There's a mission going on, and we need the best people possible, whether they be officials or not." Callidus slowly raised his hands in defense. "You're one of them, of course." Caddy slowly lowered her weapon, and jumped from the branch. Landing safely next to Callidus.
"The second person on the list..." Cornelius pulled out the list again. "Viktor. Funny...there's no last name. Says here he's a blind guy. But he's supposedly an amazing spearsmen. He ain't got no affiliations either. You know him?" Cornelius turned to Feros.
"Have a good day, sir." The doorman said to Tom, as he exited his office building. Tom rarely ever goes out during work, so he decided he needed a bit of fresh air. "Thank you, Tom." Apparently the doorman had the same name too. The young Chief planned a nice relaxing lunch, so he picked the nearest tavern to dine at. When Tom walked towards the entrance, he nearly collided with Sathe.
"Oh, my apologies, Sathe." He suddenly turned and apologized. -
Sathe was stunned slightly with his mouth slightly open, then quickly regained his composure. "Ah no, no need to apologies at all sir." He bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, as he was smart enough that the chief demanded it. Sathe could be courteous when needed "What brings you to this area of the city, if i may ask?
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Tom smiled warmly, almost like Callidus. It was scary how much alike those two were, the only good thing was that Tom wasn't as confusing. "Ah, you know, a hard day at work deserves a nice brandy, don't you think?" Tom opened the door. "Would you like to come in? Let's have a drink. I'd like to talk with you." He motioned for Sathe to go in first.
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OOC: Here's Sathe O: http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh122/c..._hp/sathe-1.jpg
They walked up to the bar. The bartender did a double-take, and recognized Tom's sparkly-clean jacket, shirt and shoes. His shoes shined even in the not-so-well lit tavern. Tom took a stool and ordered a small brandy.
"So what's this I hear about a stolen sword from my executive's home?" Tom popped a sudden question, while sipping the cold brandy. -
ooc: nice pic midget
Sathe ordered some rum. the barkeep put a glass on the table and Sathe took a sip of it before answering the chiefs question. "It was a simple task that, i believe, was well payed for." He took a sip of his rum again." an anonymous simply requested, and my mentor took up the job, we don't normally take up anon requests so i have to guess that it was personal to my mentor. But i can't raelly tell you where the sword is, as i haven't seen him for a day now, nor did i know that it was your executive's, i wasn't really told much about the mission..." Sathe sighed slightly and took yet another sip of the rum -
"Hn. We've been looking for your guild of rogues for a while, Sathe. You're lucky you're not hand-cuffed right now. My executive was a bit...crazy the next day. How unfortunate for us that I made him lead the meeting that day." Tom joked. He pushed up his sleeve a bit, enough to see his sparkling gold watch, with a cornflower blue face. "Hm. Callidus should be heading for Gnarus in...twenty minutes." He said as he sipped his liquor again.
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