Vengeance
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We sat queitly in the tavern, keeping our voices down so they were masked by the rowdy discussion of a group of alcoholics nearby. I was aware of the intentions of the people in our surroundings, all of which seemed to be wary or even hostile towards us. I noticed Veriik reveal one of his shining short swords and place his hand on the grip carefully.

"My name is Veriik, but it seems you already know that... Now would you answer my questions?"

I smiled.

"Indeed Veriik, you have waited and trusted for long enough already... To answer your first question, introductions are merely means of learning ones name. Humans do not see that a name is unimportant. They instead relate a name to ones personality. Hence, names are pointless. However, if you must call me by a name, make it Vengeance. It is something I have always stood strongly for... This is Hook Coast, one of the many forgotten places of Albion. Here in the northern wastelands, hero hunters are somewhat less apparent, but they are not unfamiliar with some of the fables that float around Albion through the means of tradesfolk."

I saw him glance around the tavern again, scanning the crowd for any signs of danger.

"I have seen the fate of the guild and it does not look bright. I know many of those at the guild today are your friends and heros, but despite their strength, many will die."

Veriik shifted uncomfortably.

"I have brought you here to assist me. There lies a great power in the mountains east of here. A power which will help the Heroes Guild live on through the ages. Your friends are strong, and there is a possibility that one will make the choice that will save the Guild. The Heroes Guild in Bowerstone may fall, but its teachings will live on into a new era... I cannot explain the choice to be made, for it is not yet certain. Nothing is certain, but everything is a choice."

Veriik pondered my final statement for a moment. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, I stopped him calmly.

"Do yourself a favour first... Draw your swords"

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Blackthorn Ltd.

OOC, You do realise there is an edit function for blatant typo's....

Veriik
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Vengeance. I had finally discovered the name of my friend. As we talked I pondered. My mind split in two. Following what he was saying and trying to figure him out at the same time.
He spoke of a power nearby in the mountains, and he wanted my help. He spoke of the fate of the guild, and while nothing was certain, his prediction was gloomy. The more we talked the more absorbed into him I became.

"Nothing is certain, but everything is a choice."

This statement resonated through me. I thought on this, thought of what I could say back to him. I still had many questions to ask. Things I wanted to know.

"Do yourself a favour first... Draw your swords"

I turned in and noticed the bar had almost emptied. A few alcoholics were not so keen to leave their brew behind. I looked at the door, About 5 men were ushering out the crowd. I drew both my blades out. The apparant leader smiled. They all looked similar, and familiar. They wore the same clothes as my previous attackers. They must be of the same ilk I pondered. Maybe a clan? They wore mostly grey with distincive blue bandana's around thier neck. I noticed a tattoo on the wrist of the leader. Two interlocking H's. I motioned to his wrist. He glanced down and back.

"Hero Hunter" He replied snarkly. That tipped me over the edge. Thinking of my home, the Guild, those that have fallen. Those that still will. Rage flowed through me. I lunged forward. Dancing and weaving. Blocking their strikes with one sword while slicing them with the other. I dont think the anticipated my speed. 1 fell, 2 fell, 3 fell. The 4th looked at me in fear. The leader stepped forward and engaged me. He was strong - I got the impression that he too was a Hero. Well, was atleast. I felt the blue gaze of Vengeance piercing me. He seemed to be watching me, Judging me. I had the leader it a sword-lock. He was stronger then me. Definatly a Hero. So why was he leading the attack? There was more to this then I could currently see. I did a pirouette to the left, Stabbed him in the leg. He fell to his knees. I promptly removed his head. The 4th turned to run. A familiar Blue arc shot him down promptly. I looked back at Vengeance. Lightening rolling around his fingertips.

I smiled

"You have my weapons, Lead the way."

Creed
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I reached the entrance of the hero's guild it was silent now i braced myself for the worst and walked.
There where dead body's every where the corpses smelt of blood ,some were heroes i have trained wish since i was young .
I searched each and every corpse to find my sister  "ALEXIS" i yelled out.
"Creed is that you"
I followed the voice up the stairs.
"Oh my boy thank avos your here" it was the Guild master bloodied wounded it was evident he was dieing.
"My boy do not worry all is not lost many of are young heroes escaped before the attack they went out to gibbet woods where the guilds boats are they were sent there to travel by boat to Hook coast".
"Is my sister there master "?
"Yes my boy "*spat out blood*
"Why were they sent to Hook coast of all place "?
He tried to answer spitting out blood as he mumbled but he couldn't make out the words before dieing .
I closed his eyes with my fingers folded his arms before leaving him in peace I turned back one last time to see who was like a father to me  puddled with blood with the letters HH carved in his chest................

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Vengeance
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After witnessing Veriiks performance in the tavern, I knew I had made the right choice in bringing him with me. Stepping into the gradually worsening weather, I closed a small opening in my robe and slipped on a pair of fingerless gloves. I pondered over the disturbing figure of the ex-hero in the tavern, 'Why would he... There has to be a reason...' I thought to myself.

I turned to Veriik, who was also rugging up for the bad weather.

"Here, the path we take continues deep into the unknown mountains, but the trail is still out of sight. Hero hunters prowl the mountains in search of the power, be on your guard."

We walked through the rest of the town, shooting glances at patrons previously in the tavern. The street ended at the beginning of a gusty valley. I stopped for a moment and closed my eyes. A chill ran down my spine.

"The guildmaster is dead. But others managed to escape."

Veriik again opened his mouth, but before he could speak...

"That is all I can tell you for now, I am sorry."

We ventured into the snowy valley, on the lookout for danger at every turn.

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Blackthorn Ltd.

Name: Stark

Class: Guild trainee

Equipment: Wooden sword

Apearance: Average height, brown hair, blue eyes. (just kinda picture the fable hero as a kid)

Color: Yellow

Bio: Ten year old boy recruited by the guild at the age of eight after one day firing lighting at a bandit that murdered his parents in bowerstone while trying to mug them. Even though young the guildmaster had always told him "somthing will come of you my boy somthing great."

Stark
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Stark had been in the library reading the history of the Jack-Slayer when the attack started the guidemaster had sent him and the other young students to the woods but Stark had hid so he could see what was happening. It had all happend so fast after the doors blow down Stark thought the Hero's would fight but they just stud there and died. Stark was frozen with fear he hid behind a statue tears flowing down his face and closed his eyes waiting for it to be over.

Stark woke to see it all burned bodys everywhere. He wondered till he saw the hero Creed standing over the body of the guidemaster. "No it cant be its just like my family there dead all dead" he cried more tears flowing down is face. "why master Creed why."

 

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a salute to my bro in the 101st

OOC - when you compose a message, Just above the typing box are font option (bold ect,) Just above that in a drop down tab is "Black" Click that for a list of colours

Veriik
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We were wandering. Occasionally stopping to slaughter some more hunters. The farther we got from Hook Coast the more we seemed to come across. Vengeance and I had just dispatched what seemed our 3rd actual Hero. I was still stunned as to why these seemingly trained heroes were attacking us. And I was still greiving for the loss of the Guild Master. He was appointed Master a few years before I had joined. So we grew up together in a unique way. I grew to be a powerful Hero. He grew to be a Wise master. Always helping each ohter, pointing ways of improving. Dispatching these vile hunters was easy. I had a lot of rage pent up. Vengeance. An interesting name. but he delivered on his word. It really did take on his personality. I did not trust easy, but he was easy to follow. We did not speak often, But our actions in combat suggested we had fought together for years. When one was knocked the other would attack. A perfect partnership.

Now we stood on the edge of a cliff. A day had passed since I first heard of the attack. My body grew weary. My mind alert as ever.

"Will the other survivors be coming this way too?"

My mind often wandered back to them. The Guild Master would have had an escape plan. Then my thoughts drifted to our current task. What exactly are we after? A building? An Item? A person? All I knew is that we were getting close. I could feel it.

Looking down over the cliff. I had a new feeling overwhelm me. We were being watched. Eyes from the darkness behind us. Freind or Foe? I silently unsheathed my sword, and glanced over at Vengeance, He was ready too....

CREED
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As i walked away from the Guild masters he heard a young boy "No it cant be its just like my family there dead all dead" he cried more tears flowing down is face. "why master Creed why."
I remembered what my father had told me when i was young back when life was and my family was whole " folk that have intentions in mind sometimes do bad things to fulfill there intentions".
I contemplated on telling the young boy this but i could not say something i know longer believed.
"Albion is no longer the place we knew and loved" his tears steamed down his face harder.
"Just come with me and will be safe" he nodded i grabbed his had and tried to teleport with my seal there was no more response cullis gates must have been destroyed i only got a signal from one place.
"Close enough" in a flash we appeared Knolhole glade.


NOTE* bed time for me be up in 6 hours be free to move charcters on with what ever just try not to change main story to much
 

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Vengeance
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We were getting closer to our goal. I could feel it, the only issue was getting past this seemingly neverending cliff which fell into the clouds below. I closed my eyes, and saw a new figure emerge from the darkness. "Things to come..." I opened them immediately and darted a look at Veriik. He had felt the presence and was prepared as well, drawing a weapon. I brought one hand in front of my chest and held it there as if holding an invisible ball.

Moments passed. When we were both prepared, we spun around simultaneously...
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[OOC: Leaving time for the entrance of a new character. No existing character please, last I checked you were all out of reach and there was no cullis gate directly behind us that we didn't notice. ]

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Blackthorn Ltd.

*NOTE:yeah just another idea if any other new people come in it would be kinda cool if som1 could become a hero where the young heroes escapeing to hook coast are on boats so we know what there up to.

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Stark
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"Albion is no longer the place we knew and loved". Stark heard Creed say he cried hard not in fear but in anger. The guild had been Stark's only home and  now it was gone. "Just come with me and will be safe".  Stark took the Hero's hand but before they teloported to Knolhole glade Stark took one last look at the guildmaster and whispered to himself "Never again will I hide the next time I see one of these Hero Hunters they will be the ones to die."

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a salute to my bro in the 101st

NAME: Reaper

Class: Heros Guild Apprentice

Equipment:  Scythe (fire aug) and dark apprentice robes

Appearence: 5'11" Dark robed Apprentice (no hood). Black hair, brown eyes, and a rather large physique.

Color: Orange (Not exactly my color prefrence but its all thats left.)

bio:  Born at a small farm in the middle of nowhere, he farmed most of his life thus giving him a physique much bulkier than the average kid. His mother died of a strange illness and soon after a band of hobbes invaded the farm killing his father. He swelled up with rage, took the scythe he was using to cut weeds, and cut down every last hobbe. Later, a hero arrived ,saw what he had done, and brought him to the guild. It was one day before his graduation ceremony that the guild was attacked. Current age: 17

 

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I awoke to the sound of waves crashing and the smell of the thick salty air. Putting all apprentices on three boats and shipping us over to Knothole Glade was not my idea of a subtle plan, but what else could we do? I looked around the lower deck to see most of the younger apprentices sleeping and a few of the older ones conversing in the back. I began walking to the upper deck just to get a idea of where we were when *CRRASSHHH!!!* I ran upstairs to see what had happened. It appeared as though one of the ships had crashed into a rock.

I quickly ran down stairs and shouted "One of the ships has just wrecked!" only to see one of the bigger apprentices thrust a sword threw the chest of another.

He quickly looked at me and several apprentices threw off their robes, all of them with the tatoo HH on their wrists. Before I knew it, it was the guild all over again, hunters fighting apprentices. I pulled out my scythe and *WHAM!* Right to the back of my head. I was out cold.

I awoke on an unfamilliar, snow covered, beach. Debris from the ship all around me. I did not want to get up.

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Creed
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We were right outside Knolhole glade now i knew if i was spotted it would be an obvious give away that i was a hero but the boy.
I thought long and hard before making my mind up.
"Stark, i think its best if you stay here you don't look like a hero yet you can blend in live a safe life here".
He argued but there was no changing my mind i would not be responsible for jeperdising a young boys safety.
" Tell the villagers that he was on a ship from Hook coast when your boat crashed and landed on the outside of the island and you made it here".
Surely some one would adopt him i took the wood sword  from his back as most young guild apprentice's had and handed him brothers dagger which was fused with the augmentation of steel.
"Just in case i said " i ran and headed for the shore  but he followed he didnt like my idea but i would not allow him to come after a few minutes he was out of sight if he listened to my advice that was his choice now .
I ran for the coast i would find a boat and travel by sea to Hook coast to find the my sister and the guild members who still survived i estimated i would make shore of Hook coast in about a day.


NOTE*:the young guild memebers who were traveiling by boat were tavelling to hook coast not knolhole but its fine well just pretend you said hook coast there oh and dont forget some of are charcters family are there so you can mention them if you like.

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Stark

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We were right outside Knolhole glade now we had been spotted. i was getting ready to fight or run when master Creed told me "Stark, i think its best if you stay here you don't look like a hero yet you can blend in live a safe life here". "No I want to fight how can you ask me to live with all these people who killed all we loved." "There not all Stark remember these people were the ones we swore to protect. Tell the villagers that he was on a ship from Hook coast when your boat crashed and landed on the outside of the island and you made it here". And then took sword, my wooden sword and handed me two steel augmented daggers and said. "Just in case." and with that he ran I tried to run after him but gave up after a few minutes realising it was usless.

I slept in the woods that night and dreamt a dream I will never forget. I was in a white room with no end and no begining there were to figures ahead of me one looked made light the other of darkness. The light one told me "go to Knolhole glade  my son and you will live a happy and long life the memorys you have now will remane but over time fade away. Then the dark one laughed a horible laugh so cold I felt I had died. "Or you cound take vengance boy, give your soul here and i promise your strenth you would never imagine. I first walked to the light thinking of being happy and living a long full life but then I thought.. "Do my parents get to live! do my freinds and the guildmaster get to live! no they all died and so will there murders."  I grabbed to dark ones hand it was cold at first I felt as if I would die but then no pain I was as cold as it was.

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a salute to my bro in the 101st

*Note yeah it seem they have been waiting for like 12 hours for some one to come in and they cant really move on story with out some so it be great if a new user who sees this please join in

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CREED
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As i ran to the shore i got one last glimpse at what was the best times of my life i saw the villagers some i still remember from when i was young , i wondered if i walked in the town would i be remembered as who i was or if they would strike me down because who i am.
If only those Balvariens didn't attack that day i would still have my sister Aryia my mother Malix.
My brother who seaked reveange and died trying to achive it and my father who killed himself because he coudnt handle the grieve from the loss.
I didnt know which i hated more more Balvireins or HH.
I tryed to stay of the path avoiding any unruliness battle with the villigers i kept on path for a long while when i reached the AREA oh i remember hearing about the "Hero" when i was young, him and whisper clashing for the title those were times of but times of Hope as well .
I opened the door to the arena the bodies still laid there from that time when jack of blades sent his minions to test the "Hero"that wasnt very long ago only five years have pasted since that time..................

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*Hi guys sorry for not posting for awhile I was really sick, i'm back now just reading up to get a grip with what's happened so far so if i've done something wrong tell me quickly lol i'll fix it up.

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CTHULHU ATE MY SHOES!

You must be very specific when lecturing....



THE UNDEAD!

Note: im Changing Starks color from Yellow to black Purple because its a little hard to read the script in Yellow

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a salute to my bro in the 101st

Anya turned to Myrias and gave him a smile before charging off towards the guild, she knew she was too late but still she had to get there, at least to see what was the fate of the guild she called home.

Falling to her knees she let out a loud and primal scream that echoed far beyond, her eyes glistened with tears as she saw the bodies of the ones she once called friend. Getting to her feet she took her sword in hand, her eyes now blazing with fury.

"I'm gonna kill them all!"

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CTHULHU ATE MY SHOES!

You must be very specific when lecturing....



THE UNDEAD!

Name: Geth

Class: Highpriest of Avo

Equipment: No weapon

Appearance: 6 feet, White rope with hood, white beard around face, looks around 70 years old.

Color: Violet (we are runing out of colors)

Bio: born and raised in the Temple of Avo. Geth's father was the Highpriest for 20 years until he died of a disess that even Avo could not save him from. Geth took over for his father 44 years ago and is one of the longest regeeming highpriest in centurys.

"Put those weapons down less you mean to kill an old man." Vengeance and Veriik both lowered there weapons and looked quistionably at each other. "I am Geth the Highpriest of Avo yes i know many quistions but no time now give me your hands so we may go to my Temple."

[ooc] If worst comes to we will need to double up on colours, and just make sure its clear who is speaking - A sign btw.

Veriik
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"Put those weapons down less you mean to kill an old man."

I looked at this old man. The last time I trusted a peaceful villager I almost died. I saw Vengeance drop his gaurd so I did aswell. I trusted my new friends judge in character.

"I would still like to know this power we seek. Is it your temple? Is it in your temple?"

I saw Vengeance nod knowingly at the man.

"We are not far now, and your questions will be answered..."

Great, I thought. Another Stranger I did not know. Another I must trust blindly. I must stay alert I thought to myself as we were lead through the shrubs. I wondered if this man could fight. He appearad unarmed... I hoped no more hunters would find us. I was running out of energy.

In the distance I could hear the City bells ringing. Something was happening at the city.

"Maybe the city needs our help?"

Find this unknown power or help the city. A city that didnt deserve it. Maybe some hero's had been sent this way? Maybe they needed our help? Maybe it was the hunters trying to attract nearby hero's to come to the city. Another trap.... I decided to continue. I would rest at this temple, find out more about this power and do what I must to help the survivors and get justice for the fallen.

I walked over the crumbled bones i looked at what was once statues of the greatest heros to appear in the arena all were ruble now.
I opened the doors to where the Heros prepped before they fought all that was left was the hay figures they used to strike the door to the arena opened i quickly jumped and hid behind one of the hey figures i would be in sight if any looked my way.
A group of men came out the arena covered with blood but not there own there was 40 no 50 of them  many had the symbols HH on there arms i jumped but then i stoped my self not sense dieing here i was to out numbered.
They laughed and smiled as they past to the hall of heroes i was not spotted just as i started to get up one last man came walking by he had long grayish black hair he had hornes coming out the back of his spline he had the symbols HH on his forehead.
I watched as he past me his eyes turned to me and smiled "Your time well come soon"
I ran to man pulled out my dagger and swiped he caught it with his hand and crumbled it into dust "Are you so eager to die".
He punched me square in the belly i went flying "Remember this name Hector Heart" he said as i blacked out............................................

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Paladin dropped to his knees, he was exhausted.  The hero hunting mobs withdrew for now, some were low on ammo.  He turned to see what little heroes survived this battle turn and run, some speaking of boats that will take them to hook coast.  He sat and leaned against a large tree just in time to see the same two heroes he saw in darkwood.  He needed to let his will energy recover though or he would just die in vain.  A few minutes he heard the woman shout "I'm gonna kill them all!"  It was then he realized that they were to late, that he was to late.  His mind was racing he hadn't ever thought about if the Guild was destroyed, but he must push the emotions aside if he was to survive.  He activated his guild seal and teleported to the Lost Bay of the northern waste, here he had a chance and hoped other heroes could find salavation as well.

 

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*Fixed sorry bout tht

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Anya stepped back and slowly turned away, her eyes filled with tears as she took a few steps, sitting down on a wooden bench resting her sword on her lap as she cleaned it slowly with a ragged cloth. For a moment she glanced back but felt her eyes swelling again, her gaze quickly flicking to the floor as she hummed an old nursery ryme to herself.

She didn't know how she was going to cope now, the guild was the only place where people treated her normal, where she didn't feel that people were staring at her, talking about her behind her back. The guild were her family, her friends and now she felt an emptiness, but through that emptiness a raw hatred began to form and as she rose to her feat she threw her sword letting out a primal scream of fury.

"Ahhhhh! Avo curse you all you b*stards!"

*it's late so i'm off to bed, if Anya is involved you can just have her blind with rage and ignoring you... Just don't take over her thanks, unless of course you teleport or something. Night night x

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CTHULHU ATE MY SHOES!

You must be very specific when lecturing....



THE UNDEAD!

FOUNDHOPE:

Paladin75:

*NOTE for now untill further notice no1 take this post into your accounts me and authour are fixing something. you can still post but just dont  it into account tell further notice , for now this part of the  post didnt happen

I edited mine so it doesnt conflict with yours anymore, my bad

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