Rasma's new RP part 2

when hecomes to, his eyes begin to dart around, with an eerie scaredness. He jumps up, and grabs the priest and puts a knife to his throat. "Where am am I? And what the hall are you doing to me?" he asks. The priest replies "You are in my infirmary, you suffered a blow to the face that broke your nose, causing you to nearly bleed to death." Rasma slowly drops the dagger, and passes back out." Three days later. Rasma has shown no improvement, so you feel that it is your duty to gather his close and dear friends to help support him through his ordeal. Until now, the priest has felt that the public should not know what had happened to him, so this is the first announcement that Rasma has been in an accident, and now lays in a coma. A much of the city gathers in honor of their fallen friend, but none can find the words to be said for him. Rasma's lips once again to move, and everyone gathers near to hear what he is saying. "See right through me. See the one that can't be free. See right through me. See the one that none should ever see." He then becomes quiet, and his body begins to shake. I slight sound of something dripping rips through the silence in the room, you look around, and notice that there is blood dripping from the ceiling. The blood slowly begins to pool together, and then begins to rise from the center, creating the image of some person that seems vaguely familiar. The image slowly takes his complete form, and the blood stops dripping. He is a large human, with wings the color of crimson. He slowly walks to the Rasma and says, "You are a fool to defy me Interfectum, no mortal has ever bested me in combat, and neither shall you." Someone from the crowd asks "His name is Rasma, not Interfectum, and get your filthy hands away from him!" The demonic figure stands and turns around, he takes a deadly gaze upon the person, and they slowly float into the air. The figure laughs, and then speaks: "You mortals are so simple minded, you were actually taken in by his charity and love, weren't you? You have no idea who this man is, do you? In my realm, this man served under me as my second in command. His expertise in battle combined with his valorous courage cut through my opposition no matter who the foe! He murdered countless people, and destroyed more villages than you can possibly imagine. He has been responsible for more deaths than any man to this date. He was so good at what he did, we changed his name, to Interfectum, which means 'Murderer' in latin, the language of my people. We ruled side by side for nearly five thousand years before he turned upon me, and laid waste to my palace. In the heat of battle, I cast a spell that would banish him from my realm, and destroy his memory. I then attempted to find him when my strength had returned, but I could no longer sense his thoughts, as he knew not of who he was. It was not until four days ago that his memory began to remember his true feelings of bloodlust. In his weakened state I attempted to purge his mind, and take him back as my servant, but he was too strong for me. I searched high and low for him, and have finally found him, and none of you shall stop me from killing him!" Rasma then jumps us, sword drawn, and strikes the man in the back, forcing him to the floor. "I shall not be taken by you Tyrannus, I shall finish what I attempted to do so long ago!" The figure slowly lifts from the ground, smiles and says, "Tyrannus! *laughs* I have not heard that name for ages, now my underlings refer to me as Caelestis Bellum. *grins* Amazing isn't it? I am given a name meaning 'absolute ruler' and they change it to a name that means" Rasma interrupts, "Caelestis Bellum The god of war. *smile* We shall see Tyrannus, this is not your realm, and I have grown in power since the last time we quarreled." Tyrannus' smile fades from his face, and he becomes angry. "I AM the god of war! None can defeat me!!! HAVE AT YOU!"

Rasma's new RP

A light fog begins to seep into the room. You stand up and draw your sword for fear of what may be entering your place of sanctuary. The fog begins to fill the room, and is now so thick that you can barely see. Through the fog you can see the silhouette of some creature. In the distance you can hear the sound of wolves howling, the almost certain sign of something being wrong. You stumble around the room, attempting to find a way out, but can find none. Then, all falls silent.. You can hear the faint clanking of feet striking the floor, but the sound seems to echo throughout the room, so you have no idea from where they are coming from. You begin to panic, as you feel that you are no longer in control of this situation. You slowing slink to the floor, and curl up, hoping whatever this creature is does not find you. Then, the fog begins to empty from the room. It clears up enough for you to be able to see around the room, but you can find no trace of someone being there. As you stand up, the ground feels as if it is shaking. You stop for a second to see if it was truly the ground, or if it was just your weakened legs. An earth shattering clap of thunder pervades the land, and then all falls silent. When you open your eyes you see a man laying on the ground, obviously in pain. You reach to help him, but he jumps up, grabbing his head and screaming! You jump back so quickly that you nearly trip yourself. If eventually calms down, and looks at you. He slowly begins to open his eyes, it is now that you notice that there is a strange light escaping from the sockets of his eyes. He moves his mouth, but no sound comes out. You take a step towards him, and he screams, "Away from me, spawn of Satan! Or you shall be slain where you stand!" You take heed to his warning and back away. You muster up all the strength you can handle, and say, "Are you okay sir?" He is quiet.. After a long moment of silence, he begins to move his lips again. He is speaking, but it is so soft that you can hardly hear him. You strain your self and piece together the sentence he is saying over and over again. "You now what you are Rasma, do not deny yourself. You know what you are Rasma, do not deny yourself." You are puzzled, because if you are not mistaken, this man is Rasma. But why would he be speaking to himself? "Excuse me. Rasma? Why are you speaking to yourself?" you ask. He begins to bob back and forth chanting, "I'm your dream. I'm your eyes.I'm your pain. YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE RASMA! DO NOT DENY IT!!!" He jumps up, and begins to yell at the sky. "NEVER!!!! I SHALL NOT EXCEPT THIS!!! THIS IS NOT ME!!! I HAVE LOST MYSELF, AND YOU SHALL NOT TAKE ME OVER!!!" A voice from the heavens bellows, "You are what you are, you know it to be true. Embrace your past, and take hold on your future, it is what must be done!" He withdraws a small dagger, and stabs it clean through his throat, a hissing and gurgling sound emits from his windpipe as blood pours from him, and forms a pool at the floor. "Hehe, you shall not be taken from this world that easily Rasma, I still have work for you to do." echoes from above. A blinding light begins to pour from Rasma's lacerated throat, and slowly dims. He slowly lifts from the ground by supernatural forces, and begins to shake violently. "NO!!! YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY BODY FROM ME ONCE MORE!!! YOU MAY OWN MY SOUL, BUT YOU WILL NEVER OWN MY PRIDE!!! I WILL NOT LET YOU USE ME TO HURT PEOPLE ANY LONGER!!!" he screams. A ball of electricity encompasses his body, and then explodes in a flash of blue light. He falls to the ground, face first, smashing his nose into the ground with a horrible crunching sound. A pool of blood begins to form underneath his face. You walk over to him, and flip him over. His throat has no markings of being cut, but his nose id gushing blood like it were a river. You quickly summon a priest, and have medical attention given to him.

myself and my search

My name is Mystikal Dra. I was once a wanderer that was all alone in the realms. All i knew of where i came from was alittle bit of an inscription on the relic i wear around my neck. The relic i have has been identified as a relic written in drow, so i began to search out the great drow elders of the realms. Finding them after a couple years they read the relic to me. Once they told me what it said i knew my journey has began, it told me some of where i came from and said i had a brother. After some training i ventured out from the elders. On my journeys i made some friends in a clan called DHPk. Now wearing the grand symbol of the hoard i search for the brother i never knew i had. If anyone has any information that will help me find him please let me know. I wont finish my quest until i am reunited with him once again.

The return of Mikey, Part I

Mikey opens his eyes to a world of pain. All he sees are bright lights so he quickly closes his eyes again and returns to his sleep. The next day he wakes up again and feels a little better. He lifted his head and looked around the room. The only light in the room comes from a flame floating above the doorway. There is a table against the back wall with armor piled upon it. After a few moments he realizes that it is all of his equipment. He hears a noise from the door and looks over to see a dark figure enter. He is tall and completely covered in a black cloak. The dark man draws back his hood to reveal a human face. "Tell me where I am and who you are," demands Mikey. The dark man chuckles, "You are safe and alive. YOu should be more thankful. Do you even remember what happened?" Mikey takes a few moments and tries to figure out what the man is talking about. "apparently not," the dark man says. "Well let me explain, and then maybe you'll be more grateful! It all happened 7 months ago. "Acting like your normal self you picked a fight with a few wizards who were beyond even your strength to handle. They attacked you and the battle became viscous. An entire town was destroyed when one of their spells went awry. "Somehow you were able to kill two of them, but it was nto enough. You were defeated. They left you for dead in the mountains where you fought. And in fact, I'm not too sure that you didn't die out there. "A loyal servant of Nisstyre had witnessed the battle and took the news to a temple of loyal followers. We found you and brought you back here to attempt to heal you. "For days everything we tried to use failed. We lost all hope, but then a strange fellow who refused to give his name came to the temple. He claimed he could heal you and demanded to see you. "We had nothing else to try so we let him attempt whatever he thought would help. He locked himself in your room for 9 hours. The most horrid sounds I've ever heard came from behind that door. "We have no clue what he did, but it worked. When he left, you were alive and your condition had improved slightly. From there we handled the rest. "You have been asleep since then. Your body has fnially healed enough for you to wake and perhaps return to your life... although you will fid your world changed dramatically." It took Mikey a few minutes to take it all in. He had been defeated in a battle he didn't even remember. "We decided that you must be told this as soon as you awoke," the words of the cleric interrupted Mikey's thoughts. "The Church of Nightmares has fallen apart. WE were forced to flee the temple and hide out. "We were barely able to get you out before the tample fell. There are barely any true believers left out there." Mikey reeled as if he had been physically struck. "No! How could this be? You're lying!! I will kill you!" Mikey attempted to stand, but was too weak and fell back against the bed. "It is true, Mikey. Please, just give us last few some hope and say that you will stay true to Nisstyre! Do not turn your back on him as did the others!" For some reason he couldn't understand, Mikey believed the clerics words. "I am tired. I need to sleep. Leave me!!" Mikey shouted the last words in rage as he collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. continued later...

a bit of current info on irvine

Walking through the woods towards Westbridge one afternoon from visiting a friend by the name of Ariah Surefoot, Irvine found himself accosted by a band of vicious and feral orcs. These orcs ravaged him and did...well..horrible things to his bum, left him for dead near the great oak. He was found, beaten bloodied and shamed, but a young human woman and taken in, His wounds were healed and she set him out again, without so much as giving her name. upon returning to Westbridge and his rooms at the inn, he spent some time in reflection and decided that the woman must have been an angel sent to him from the new god of the people who called themselves 'Christians'. Irvine then repented to this god and devoted himself to learning the ways of this new god who so obviously presented himself to Irvine in the form of the human woman with the long ebony hair. within days Irvine had set himself to becoming a devout christian, a good samaritan in any way that he could be.

The Past Pt. I ("Kossuth's Blessing, Chauntea's Curse") Repost

It had begun centuries ago, he supposed. After one has been dead for so long, it is difficult to guess when one last drew breath. As many half-orcs are, he was the product of rape. Nestled between two mountain peaks at the spine of the world, his barbarian village had always been subject to infrequent raids by the orcish hordes. It was during one of these raids that his mother had been so brutally molested. Nine months later, he was born. Many of his tribesman blamed him for his mother's death. So strongly did his mother's sister believe this that on the very night of his birth, she threw him out into the cold to die, even as his mother's life-blood seeped out between her legs. Death did not claim him that night, however, as some other tribesmen spotted the bundle of cloth that so poorly sheltered him. He was taken to the tribal shaman, a man well-versed in the healing arts, as well as compassion. The shaman took him in and raised him as his own. He grew up differently than other children of the village- not just because of his orcish heritage- but also because of his hair. Tales surrounded him of his mother- the woman blessed by Kossuth with hair of fire, yet cursed by Chauntea. He had inherited his mother's fiery hair, revered among his tribe as a divine blessing. And he had also inherited the visage of his father, reviled by his people as the face of the enemy. Baleful glares followed his every step, yet none dared strike at him for fear of divine retribution. All of this changed when he came of age to be a warrior.

Street Racing [Part. 1]

The night shone brightly as the stars came out to play, motes of light twinkling in the midnight sky. A single flock of birds flapped their wings lazily as they flew smoothly over the vast expanse of land known to travellers as the Eastern Road. Slowing their flight, their primitive eyes alert, they glanced down at the murky city, makou gas vapors wafting away from lamps that glowed eerily against the night sky. A single humming noise brought the whole flock's attention towards the south, a reverberating sound that couldn't be heard by ears, but could be felt within the teeth and jawbones of every bird flying that night over the city of Westbridge. Two airships appeared, one of them white with silver lines streaming down it's beautiful form, the other solid clad metallic blue, with black stripes running like a tiger down it's azure hull. Diving into a barrel roll, the white one, zipped ahead of the other one and came inches away from slamming full force into the flock of birds in it's path. "AHHHH SHIT!!!!" could be heard even down in the city below, as Kyarn spun the steering wheel hard down, pulling his ship into a nose dive straight for Market Square. The other ship lazily floated down after it, like a righteous teacher scolding it's student, and parked next to the Westbridge beacon. Sliding the hatch door to the side, Dartanion strode out of his ship yawning, awaiting his friend to return. Meanwhile farther down below, even beneath some of the lighter cumulus clouds, Kyarn's ship had finally leveled out, right before slamming and destroying the Healing Wound Inn, to the cries of the brash young adventurers that used it as a home base. His back end seconds from clipping the roof of the Inn, the boy, his face determined, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and pulled hard back on the steering wheel, causing the ship to lurch upwards. Dartanion watched from above, shaking his head. "What a showoff," he muttered, his black trenchcoat sweeping the floor of the beacon. Turning the music on in his ship, he closed his eyes and sat back in his seat, the bass of a premium audio system built by Heifong Audio causing the gold coins in his cup holder to jingle around methoidically. A blast of cold air blew in through the door, and Dartanion swore, pulling his trenchcoat tighter over his scrawny body, and stumbled out the hatch, hurling a coin at Kyarn's airship. "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG," he yelled, over the scream of Kyarn's turbocharged makou engines. These too died slowly away, and the hatch to the airship opened, sliding up and out. Caia and Kyarn stumbled out of the hatch, a bottle of Ulaver wine in the Kyarn's hand, Caia laughing, and pushing Kyarn teasingly as he stumbled into Dartanion's grasp. "I know you didn't let him drink. There's a big match tonight, and he's gonna need all of his wits if he's gonna beat the competitors. Shit, the way he is now, he doesn't have a ghost of a chance to even beat me." Caia snorted, and turned away. "I didn't do it, it was his little wifey, she made him drink, i swear." Dartanion eyed her suspiciously, and took the bottle from the wildly giggling child. "Kyarn, where's Vortigan, and isn't he racing tonight?" Kyarn shook his head. "He ran into Dalamar's ship, and the front end is all fucked up. It should be easy enough to fix, just some body damage, the engine's still good. I'll check the oil levels while i'm at it, but not right now, my head hurts like a muthah!"