Current Character Description - Zariel Sunaire-Shadoween

A 5'3" beauty with pale skin, Zariel moves with an ethereal grace. Her long auburn hair is pulled back over her pointed ears and tied neatly in a red ribbon at her neck.  A few stray locks have escaped their confinement.  Sky blue eyes shine in kindness and warmth, and small white teeth peek from behind her shy smile.  A Crimson Guardian insignia is is stitched on the sleeve of her gown. 

The musings of the Divine

Long had he stood at the window. Watching the rain fall. How many times old foe. How many times have we danced this battle? Long have our battles been lord pure. But rest your mind, they soon will be over. solomon came easier now. No screaming and agony, simply speak and he is there. What will you do with them? Will you plunge the world into another everlasting winter of destruction? *cackling laughter* of course I will! He sighs and stares out the window. How did it come to this? How did I let it get so out of hand. Was lateralus right? Am I a monster that must die? Do not be so hard on yourself you old relic, Its just your time. Your rest is comming. And my son. Why do you attack my son? Seraphim? *laughter* I dont attack him anylonger. He has Joined me! .... Wh-what? his heart sinks... so that was the plan. The big secret that had been kept from him. And what next you vile creature? Next is your daughter old man. Then your knights. THEN THIS WORLD! WHy should I beleive anything you say? Because Im going to make you forget I told you. So I can watch them burn. Sylus leans wearily against the wall. He thinks back over his life. He has so many good memories. His children. His goddess. His love. How many of these things will be lost in the comming turmoil? Do not fret Sylus. I will let you watch. And in the end, your soul will know peace. And I will be free. What about this key Seline is so worried about? he whispers.. trying to distract the groggy solomon before he notices what he is doing. What about it? I dont care about the key. It would have been nice to consume its power, but oh well. Maya has it. And Her having it is the same as I having it. *laughs* You really think she loves you? My god solomon... look at what you are becomming... you sound like me. Hoping against hope that love will find its way ... even to a black heart like you. SILENCE!! Solomon growls from within him and Sylus nods, Not a vicious man You arent ready to deal with it I guess. You know the knights will stop you. You know Zariel will lead them eventually. Or at least... ZARIEL? LEAD? the girl couldnt lead her way out of her own bedchamber. I have nothing to fear from a scion who is afraid of her own shadow. Yet. SHe will beat you. I know it. Still faithful... even now are we? That is the meaning of faith. To beleive against all odds. Such as you beleive in Maya's love. Solomon goes quiet and Sylus silently sends this conversation mentally to Ryel with a simple request..... Be ready, and help zariel be ready.  

(ooc: How much of this ryel decides to tell anyone is up to him. Too much information is sometimes as dangerous as not enough, and I chose to trust his wisdom in this. Also. I would like to congradulate everyone involved in their wonderful roleplaying. Its well met and enjoyed) (PS OOC: Hehe there always has to be a ps. If I forgot to address this at anyone who thinks they should have been named. My apology.)

The Roses are born

(ooc : This is supposed to have been roleplayed... as my final rp scene in which Sylus may have an active hand in anything.) (ooc : as you can see its not turning out that way. SO here is my retirement... in a role) 

The knights stand quietly in a non descript field... roses have grown everywhere... from everything... and the entire field is bathed in satin moonlight. They have come from everywhere ... from all walks of life, from all different races and creeds. they came for one thing.... they came... To save you. Sylus appears before them and smiles MY friends. Today marks the dawn of a new era. An era of darkness and war... and yet an era of heroic and much needed purity as well. I will not longer simply walk the lands... helping whoever I can. MY influence has become to great... and the elder gods have deemed it time for me to take followers and retire back into the mists. he sighs and looks down I will miss you all... and I wish I could fight beside you on the fields of battle... but im confident in those gathered. In the days to come.. you must grow stronger... gather in numbers... and help begin prepairations for the oncomming darkness. WHo knows how long we have... but lets make our time valuable. Stand before me now... My Roses. One by one they stand before him... kneeling and being touched lightly on the forehead... while rose petals fall from the heavens upon them. Silently Sylus whispers as he has ordained the last of them... his daughter... who he saved for last Zariel... you have made me so proud. Your will and resolve grows every day just as your heart does. You are my shining star my dear. And with you I will always be. Stand and be recognized Knights... and go into the world... as warriors... as diplomats... as advisors... but mostly... Go as Brothers and Sisters... Go as family. and you will never fall. one by one they leave...and soon he stands alone. Letting the illusion of the roses fade he sighs and sits back quietly... his troubled eyes closing. Go easy on them solomon... or they will kill you He smiles at his words.. knowing his blessed knights will never fall. The dark eyes open... red swirling within them and an evil laughter erupts from his lips Sure I will... Ill take good care of them. Quietly he leaves... the enormous bat wings taking him airborne. This is gonna be great. Sylus

The Garden of Roses

The call had been sent, and the knights had come. Zariel, Tanaka, and Moonlite... that was all he needed to see to know he was ready. He returned to market square and he looked at all the responses from those who are interested in becomming knights and he smiled. Evil dont stand a chance.to the message board he adds this.... The Knights of the Rose.To many evils are allowed to walk freely and openly among us. Too many tradgedies go unpunished. The knights are the vision of Myself, and the goddess Hanali. The defenders of the realm are overwhelmed. and the innocent suffer because they have no help. The knights stand for these people... for all peoples, no matter race or religion. We do not simply kill evil. We promote goodness and purity. We encourage those who have lost hope or faith... to rekindle the light in their hearts and believe once again in the purity of the soul. The knights fight against oppression, and slavery. They slay the demons that walk around inside the hearts of the innocent, and they bring peace to those who suffer in silence. Most importantly tho... We teach those who wish to be free, to be strong. We train them in the arts of life and defense. We give them the tools they need to defend themselves further, and by strengthening them... we strengthen our walls against evil, and aginst the corruption that eats at the soul of the realms. Quietly he posts the note and before walking away .... a rare smile touches the lips of the Pure one and he writes... Come to me .... Roses of hope, Knights of Purity, Souls of Light. Come to me .... My Knights of the Rose Sir Sylus Shadoween, Rose Knight. 

A new story .. Pt 2

Although I wont go into detail in this memoir I will say this about him Solomon is a Demon Essence, of the purest Malificence. He has plagued my life and the life of my father, sister Zariel, and the lives of all we hold dear. It is his hand that held the blade that ended my mortal life, and began my exile into the darkness. About 5 years ago my father and I disappeared from this realm for a long time almost 3 full years. I went to battle Solomon, and win from him my sisters freedom from his torture. My father went to stop me. He told me it was too dangerous and that we could not hope to win. Coward. The truth is I knew I couldn't win, but how could I sit by and watch him destroy all I loved. The battle was long, but one sided. The demon was more than I could have imagined and it was only my exceptional speed that allowed me to survive as long as I did. In the end however it made no difference. In the end I lay dead. My father returned to the realms after returning Solomon to his prison and brought with him the news of my death. The world here had changed... loved ones disappearing, or changing... places and names different... and most notably my beloved Valkyrie's departure for the divine realm.

The Rescue

After making the promise to Zariel, Grognard and the newly created heucuva Borand began planning the rescue of Ilymar from the dark wizard Dalamar. The night was cold, the wind was feirce and the rain would have felt like rocks pelting them from the skys, had they been living creatures. Grognard leads them to the enterance of Dalamars laboratory, not protected against the members of the Dragons Hoard, now former members. Opening the doors to the laboratory, one of Dalamars scribes greets Grognard, then looks to Borand assumeing he is just another of Dalamars experiments. They take the stairs up to where Grognard usually meets with Dalamar, so they would not arise suspision among the scribes which inhabit the lower floors. As they climb the stairway, Grognard pushes against a part of the wall, the wall opens to reveal a passageway, leading downward into darkness. The passageway leads to the dungeon, several cells line the walls Borand rushes over to the cell which holds Ilymar, using his great strength he rips the cell bars from the thick stone foundation. Borand removes his armor and cloak tossing them to the floor, Grognard draws his sword, thrusting it through Borands pelvic bone and bringing it up cleaving Borand in half,