Ragnorak II: The Prophecy of Death and Resurrection

Welcome to another RP started by yours truly. As usual, there are rules to be followed and everyone who signs up most wait until I accept their profile before they are allowed to RP. Also you must follow these rules:

1. No God-modding. During battles any over exaggerated and totally absurd attacks like 10000000000 knifes from the sky is unacceptable. Make your posts as realistic as possible.

2. No controlling the flow of the story. No one is allowed to determine what happens in the story but me.

3. No invincibility. You cannot dodge every single attack that comes your way. Everyone who role-plays must learn to take a hit.

4. No flaming. If you flame and you do it consistently, I will ask you to leave.

5. You may only control one character. I'll be controlling three main characters and other major/minor characters (villains and heroes) for the sake of the story.

6. Nobody can be related to the main villain in anyway. He has no students, no family members, and not even a son. He only has subjects who serve him like a god. What they are called is below.

7. No controlling the direction of the story. That privilege belongs to me and only me. If I am not on to continue the story, then either build on where the story is at that point in time or just wait.

Thank you and enjoy.

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In the beginning, the universe was ruled by two gods. First was the God of Light, Jovalin. The god who watched over the weak and blessed those of good heart. His light bathed the universe in laughter and love and brought joy to all worlds. Then there was the God of Darkness, Vladimar. A god of who lived solely to bring destruction upon all worlds. He feeds off the suffering of all beings and anoints those who bring turmoil to the universe. Their almighty powers brought balance to the skies and helped the universe prosper as a whole. Then the day came where humans and other natural life forms began to lust and hate each other. As a result, Vladimar obtained more power than ever; so much power that he disrupted that very balance. Worlds were imploding, fellow beings were fighting one another, and darkness covered all. It was inevitable that Jovalin and Vladmir would soon collide, and thus they did. The skies lit up from their amazing battle; but when it was all said and done, Jovalin came out with the victory and Vladimar was left broken to pieces. Upon winning, Jovalin restored the universe to its peaceful harmony and banished Vladimar to the dark realms. This is what is told by the prophecy. This was millenniums ago.

About a decade ago, word went around that the dark lord was rumored to return. These rumors were in fact true, somewhat. The remaining pieces of the evil lord formed into seven spirits who sought out unclean hearts to devour and control. A group of warriors, accompanied by a princess, took it upon themselves to seek out these dark spirits and eliminate them before the Dark Tormentors could destroy their cities. They managed to apprehend three of the spirits, but they could never get to the remaining four. According to High Priestess Naomi, story goes the heroes became so obsessed over the evil spirits that they began killing innocents, thinking they had the spirit. The slaughter became known to the world as The Great Massacre. As a result of their slaughter, the warriors were banished from the holy lands altogether and the princess was sentenced to her castle room for eternity, never to see the light of day again.

One decade later, tension has settled over the dark spirits and the world became peaceful once again. Since then, the great city of Elijah has taken precautions to combat any future confrontations from Lord Vladmir and formed the world renowned Holy Knights. Decades ago, the Holy Knights were a small group of chosen knights led by High Priestess Naomi. Now, they have become an army of hundreds, consisting of the world most finest warriors. In charge of this group is Lieutenant Lunar and leading the Holy Knights on the field is Captain Trevor Docks, or as he like to be called, "Nova". Things are going well now by soon the world will be in great peril again. It is stated in the prophecy that the Dark Lord will return and when he does, the world will be covered in darkness again. The hope of the universe relies in the hands of one man. The chosen one. It is by his hands that the dark lord will be slain and the universe restored. This is the prophecy of:

Ragnorak


Name: Terrance "Nova" Docks
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 6'1
Weight: 202 lbs.
Race: Human
Religion: Jovalists
Weapons: A Zweih?nder he calls "Dies Irae".
Appearance: Pretty boy. He has short blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, cleanly shaved chin, muscular body, and usually wears the trademark full knight sliver armor of the Holy Knights.
Personality: He is highly confident. He actually thinks that he is the best thing walking on the face of the Earth. This is a result of his parents spoiling him since birth. He likes to joke around on free time and even during sparring practices. However, when it comes to real battles, he is nothing but serious. He takes pride in worship his lord, Jovalin, and believes everything related to Vladmir is pure evil.
History: The captain of the Holy Knights. Since his birth, Terrance was always told he would save the world from destruction, as told to him by his parents. He grew up in a rich family, receiving the best education and the best training. When he became a young adult, he tried out for the Holy Knights and reached the ranking of a Knight within a year. He stayed in that ranking for years, before finally becoming captain and now leading the army on the field.


Name: Manuel "Striker" Frenxs
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Height: 6'1
Weight: 220 lbs.
Race: Human
Religion: None
Weapons: Arabian Sword and Samurai Sword. The Arabian sword was acquired from an Arab Swordsmen after killing him at the age of 22. The Samurai Sword was stolen from a sleeping samurai on the road. He also carries a pack of explosive grenades on his side.
Skills: Ninjatic abilities. When attacking, he flies through the air at the speed of light and lands a hit at a rate of 2 seconds. Secret stealth. Walk running. Ceiling hanging.
Appearance: Has Long Brown hair, a red scar over his right eye, and green eyes. Wears a scarf over his face to hide his identity. Wrist bands, black chest plate, red belt, black pants, and combat boots.
Personality: Calm, laid back, Independent. Has lived a life of trusting no one ever since watching his father die in front of his own eyes.
History: One of the people bashed from the holy lands, as a result of the great massacre decades ago. Manuel Frenxs was born in a small village where he grew up learning the ways of the Ninja. However, at the age of 15, him and his family were kidnapped by the forbidden foreigners and were enslaved for the next 3 years. Over those years, Frenxs skills grew more. And when the time came when he turned 18, he and his father, the world renowned ninja Treven Frenxs, fought the foreigners head on, allowing his mom and brother to escape. Unfortunately their forces were too much for both of them and Treven Frenxs was forced to sacrifice himself for Manny's sake, ordering him to run while he still could. Being left with no choice of the matter, Manuel retreated and escaped safely. Unfortunately his eyes watched in horror as the foreigners brutalized his father to a bloody pulp. The man who laid the final blow is unknown, but has since resided in Manny's mind. The day finally came when he finally got his revenge, striking down the foreigner who killed his father. Ever since then, Manny has traveled his home world earth alone, taking up the name "Striker". He protects the weak from harm and heals the sick whenever he could. Since the great massacre decades ago, little is known about his location.


Name: Princess Teya Lovett
Sex: Female
Age: 32
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 122 pounds
Race: Human
Religion: Jovalist
Weapon: The Book of Righteous. A gigantic book that is as light as a feather but powerful beyond imagination. When casting a spell, the book hovers in mid air and flips to the page the spell which was casted is on.
Appearance: Beautiful young lady with a babyface complication. She has angelic blue eyes and silk long blonde hair that reaches down to her shoulders. Wears an all white dress with a white tiara on top of her head and matching white glass heels. Carries a necklace around her neck with a "J" symbol to symbolize Lord Jovalin.
Skills: Mystical Spell Caster of Light. Casts spells of light to vanquish enemies. Has the ability to heal others only at the expense of using up her own energy. Can create force fields and energy beams.
Personality: Innocent, soft-spoken, and timid. Has a good heart and highly sensitive. Smiles to everyone and has high moral values.
History: The princess banished to her room for eternity as a result of the Great Massacre decades ago. Born as an heir to King Henry Lovett the fifth, Princess Teya Lovett grew up inside castle Odom. Throughout her young years, she was trained by her mother, Yolanda Lovett-Greens, in the art of spell casting. She received education from personally appointed teachers by the King himself, which gave her little time to ever live a life outside her castle. After a while, the dad by day kingship living began to bore Lovett, as she yearned for something more. Upon turning 18, the curiosity of the young princess begins to take over and her urge to venture out into the world had grown. Once in a while she would sneak out of the castle to explore cities around and keep her identity as a princess hidden. Since the great massacre years ago, she has since returned to her room where she is sentenced to be locked away from eternity.


In-story characters:
~Ed Rogers - Runs Ed's Bar at Vanguard. Ed is long time friends with Striker.
~Ronald "Lunar" Shung - Lieutenant of the Holy Knights. In the last story, he was the leader of a combat group watching over Regan Inn. Over the years, he found favor with the High Priest and Priestess and was placed in charge of the Holy Knights.
~Eva Shung - The daughter of Lunar and Captain of the Squad C Holy Knights. She was once possessed by the Eye of Vladimar, but ever since then she has dedicated herself to the Holy Knights as a way of paying her crimes.
~Tide and Flare - Also known as the Crusaders. Elemental warriors that fought alongside Lunar in Regan as the crusaders in the last story. Now they fight alongside him as captains of Squad B Holy Knights.
~High Priestess Naomi - The high priestess of the Great Cathedral and third chair under the Pope. She spoke and performed some questionable acts in the last story; ones that caused the heroes to turn against her. As a result, it was by her hands that the heroes were banned from the grounds of Elijah.
~High Priest Trevor Benjamin - The right hand to Pope Xeus. More important, his son. The former Maestor of Edenia aided the warriors in their search to defeat and seal the seven pieces of Vladimar last story. What is his role in this story exactly?
~Pope Xeus - Many call Xeus the voice of Lord Jovalin. As the pope, he preaches to the masses once every month and watches over all that happens in the city.



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Name:Adiran "The Ostinine Priest" Mokil
Sex:Male
Age:40
Height: 6'0
Weight: 250lb
Race: Human
Religion: Jovalist
Weapons: Two brss knuckles blessed with Holy power, they are known as the "Tiger Knuckle Fists"
Skills: Asura Wielder. Adrian is a very powerful monk well versed in the ways of asura, which is an incredibly powerful holy ability. It summons the power of spirits to aid in battle. The most powerful ability is called Asura Strike where the wielder gathers 5 spirts inside his fist and then is used to strike the enemy. The amount of power within 1 spirit is incredibly powerful, combining 5 however, is enough to destroy an entire city. Using asura strike is costly though, once its used, the user cannot use magic for a limited time and whichever hand is used is usually broken or injured in some way. There are other abilitys besides Asura Strike, in addtion to Asura, he also knows Priest abilities such as blessing and healing.
Appearance:as a monk, he is well versed in hand to hand combat and is very muscular, Adrian also shaves his head, he has green eyes that always have a determined look in them. He wears an ordinary pair of orange pants that belonged to his temple, they are enchanted to never break. He does not wear shoes, and goes barefoot everywhere, he also wears a vest, which is usually open to reveal his muscular chest
History: Adrian is well known, he travels around from town to town helping out where he could, he would go around and heal people or solve any problems a town had, like bandits or pirates. As a devout Jovalist he would seek out and eliminate any remnants of Vladmir that he found. Though not technically considered a holy knight he has helped them out several times and is well respected among them.

Name: Night L. Shade
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 156 lbs
Race: Human
Religion: Vladimorian
Weapons: 2 conflicting katanas. The Holy Katana of Lord Jovalin, blessed by a High Priest of the Holy Knights, and The Dark Katana of the Lord Vladimor, apparently cursed by Vladimir himself. Then one heavy sword named the Dragon Slayer.
Skills: Sword fighting. Can fight using nearly any type of sword but excels with his own. Arcane Arts, can use some basic magic taught by worshippers of Jovalin and some advanced magic taught by worshippers of Vladmir.
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Wears an assasins clothing in all balck and grey colors. (kinda like Assasins Creed except no hood)
History: Born to a Rich Family that worshipped Jovalin heavily. Very quickly he got tired of being trapped with them at age 8 he left and began travelling gaining skills. Gave himself a new name and forgot his old one. He found his sword, The Dragon Slayer, deep in side a mountain cave. Then he used it to beat and take The Cursed Katana that some bandit unknowingly had. And stole Lord Jovalin's katana from within a church's grounds. By age 15 he could wield and fight with all swords. He started learning magic from a group of people. Tired once again by the Jovalists he found he fled and learned Dark magic in secret. At age 17 he began travelling again.

((Alright good... um hi))

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There is a God! Man i have been waiting for round 2! The first Ragnarok rp was my favorite rp on this website, no joke. Question tho, can i make my charecter a spin off of Koroe? Like a long lost brother or somthing?

That means you can't make him his son or grand father or anything like that nightmare2. You can have someone worship him though. Of course, you'll have to find a way to mesh your character with a group of good guys who will most likely worship jovalin.

Oh,and sure Titanic_Force. Go for it. Thanks. I'm happy you enjoyed part 1.

You're in ss2teengohan

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Name: Tomas Melech
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 193 lbs
Race: Human
Religion: Jovalist

Weapons: Tomas is a skilled fighter with all sorts of weapons and is practically a walking arsenal. The left side of his belt holds a long rapier as well as a short blade. Several knives are hidden in the folds of his robes including throwing knives of different sizes. Opposite his swords on his belt are two hammers. On his back is located a vicious double-edged axe. He wears two light gauntlets that are spiked on the knuckles and deliver a destructive punch. Over his axe on his back is a circular shield that bears his family crest, a horrendous giant being slain by a godly figure with different weapons in each of many arms. Tomas calls his rapier Vidar and it has an intricate hilt of weaving patterns that fit his hand perfectly but it is charmed with magic that will reject the grip of another and make it a burden to wield. The blade is made of an extremely strong metal that is highly reflective and never dulls. His short blade is called Freyr and has a much simpler hilt that is just wood wrapped in leather for grip. Its blade is made of a material similar to that of Vidar. His hammers are Thor and Loki, like the Yin and Yang, the hammers, as their namesakes, stand for order and mischief and balance out each other. Both have intricate hilts. Thor's head is a prism of magical metal that appears to look like a lightning storm when in battle. Loki's head is never quite seen amidst the illusion and trickery that surrounds it, but its mighty blow is most certainly felt when it connects. Finally, Odin, Tomas' axe is a brilliant piece of craftsmanship that was forged in an ancient smith and passed down by his father whose companions presented it to him following the war that ended his life. Between its two blades resides the design of an eye. Its expression seems to change often, sometimes full of wisdom, others clouded by the fury and rage of battle. Tomas' limited control over its moods can influence his actions as well as others and can keep him clear headed in battle.

Skills: Tomas is an excellent weapons master. He has experienced combat with most weapons and is proficient with many of them. He usually prefers medium range weapons such as swords but has used lances and spears as well. He is ambidextrous, allowing him to wield multiple weapons at once. Although extremely skilled with short range weapons such as daggers and knives, Tomas absolutely detests hand to hand combat and is lousy at it because of his apparent lack of speed and quickness. Long range weapons such as bows or crossbows are not usually favored by Tomas. Although his strength allows him to fire a bow extremely far, he is inaccurate and has a terrible time hitting targets at any sort of range. The arts of magic have escaped Tomas and his only supernatural powers lie in his weapons. Thor strikes with the force of a storm and Loki seeks out weak spots in opponents guard and strikes a crippling blow there. Odin controls the mind and its powers are extremely difficult to master. Tomas has very limited control of its power and can seldom call upon it without perfect calm and balance.

Appearance: Tomas is a fairly imposing figure standing 6'3" and is stocky but not extremely heavy. He has light brown hair and alert blue eyes. He usually wears a goatee covering, but not extending past, a sharp angled chin. He wears simple brown travelers robes and a hooded cloak over comfortable body armor that allows for flexibility as well as maximum protection to sensitive areas. He usually wears dusty leather boots and has a dagger hidden in the left one as well as the ones sewn into his robes. If he desires to be unseen, Tomas will pull his hood farther over his face and offer a weak disguise to any pursuers. When preparing for combat, Tomas exchanges his boots for heavier combat boots and occasionally dons a set of plate armor but will often fight in his robes. He wears a helm that depicts his family crest on the forehead. It covers most of his face, leaving his eyes unobstructed and forming into the shape of his goatee around his mouth but leaving his chin unprotected. His weapons are found in their prescribed places when he enters battle and depending upon his weapon choice, he will use his shield or keep it on his back.

History: Tomas was born a prince to the ruler of a moderate sized town and its outlying areas. His father was a weapons master and therefore, the prince was brought up as one. He trained furiously to become his father’s equal and become fit to rule the people. Tomas trained mostly under a great family friend, but his father often tutored him when he was free. Tomas’ perfect world came to an end when a great war with a vast empire who was trying to expand into their lands sent his father to the fronts where he led the charge and eliminated huge portions of the enemy troops before he was murdered by an empire sniper whose arrow missed his target but killed his father instead. When word reached home that his father was killed, he ran away and made a living on his own for a while. His new home was recently destroyed in a party and, being a faithful Jovalist, he now seeks to join the Holy Knights and destroy evil, as well as to taking revenge for his father’s death against the empire.

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You're in Yogi_Bear. I will begin once i get a little more people to sign up.

Name: Sylvia Demenshei

Sex: Female

Age: 21

Height: 6'1

Weight: 130 ilbs

Race: Element Bender

Religion: Jovalist

Weapons: None



Skills: She has the same skills as her older, evil brother. She too mastered the four sacred branches of the elements. Air, Water, Earth, and Fire.


Appearance: http://images2.fanpop.com/i...-450.jpg


History: At the age of 12 she showed promise in all aspects of Bending. She was imediatly drafted to the Acadamy for the Gifted Benders after she passed all the prelims will the highest marks since her brother. The Academy of Gifted Benders quickly accepted her into their school. After two years, age 14, she too was sent to Mount Sempra for further devolopment. There she mastered the elements like none before her. She even showed more promise than her evil brother. She too, was initiated into the Young defenders program, but it was a little different now. Now they made the group go out into the world as a whole. A team. But one was chosen to be Squad Master.

At the age of 16 she came into a mission that was disclosed as confidential. All she knew, was that she and her teamates would be going into it blind. So her team carried out the mission....her team never made it back, she was the only surviver. The mission was to infultrate an adult brown dragon's lair and steal a secret relic. ( Brown dragon- http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/excerpt_draco2.jpg )

They almost made it out, until the dragon awoke, with its powerful muscles and unimaginable intellect, the dragon picked them off one by one in an amazing show of power and skill. Finaly it came down to her and the dragon. She never spoke of how she killed it, just that, "what had to be done....was done....."

After he returned to Mount Sempra, teamless, friendless, and broke down, the headmaster saw her in the worst depression she had ever been in. So he took her under her wing, to teach her the true secrets of Elemental bending, so that if somthing like this ever occured again. She would be ready.

He taught her that there were different branch of the elements, some discovered, some still locked away behind the veil of time. He taught her that every peice of metal no matter how small, has earth within it, minerals so tiny that no microscope could see. After 5 months she mastered what the headmaster calls, "Metal Bending."

And so he began teaching her the rest of the secret arts. This process took many years. Eventually she heard about the Dark Lord returning to power once again, and she would not miss the chance to clear her family name, from her molevalent brother.

She cut her training short and persues any lead she can find.

Haha, alright. You're in Titan_Force. I'm gonna wait for one or two more people before starting.

Alright, we've waited long enough. Let's get this show on the road. Showtime!!!!

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In the beginning, the universe was ruled by two gods. First was the God of Light, Jovalin . The god who watched over the weak and blessed those of good heart. His light bathed the universe in laughter, love, and joy. His radiance brought an unbreakable peace to all worlds. Then there was the God of Darkness, Vladmir . A god of who lived solely to bring death, misery, and destruction upon the worlds. He feeds off the suffering of others and anoints those that bring turmoil across the universe. These two gods brought balance to the skies and maintained a moral equilibrium that governed the universe we know today. Then the day came where Vladmir's power grew beyond the power of light and disrupted the balance. Bloodshed imploded the worlds and darkness covered all. It was inevitable that Jovalin and Vladmir would soon collide, and thus they did. The skies lit up from their amazing battle; both gods fighting for what seemed like centuries. When it was all said and done, Jovalin came out with the victory and Vladmir was left broken. Victorious, Jovalin restored the universe to its peaceful harmony and banished Vladmir to the dark realms. This was millenniums ago, as told by the prophecy.

Unfortunately, the story does not end there. Rumors have swirled that the dark lord's return is imminent. If this be true, then the universe will surely be in great peril. The hope of the universe relies in the hands of one man. He has many names. The White Knight. The Chosen One. It is by his hands that the dark lord will be slain and the universe restored in peace and harmony. By these words, it is hereby known as the prophecy of:

RAGNORAK

It is noon. The sun's warm light shines its splendor over a small village named Vanguard. Years ago, the town resembled a barren wasteland placed in the middle of a desert. Now, the city is flourishing. In place of wooden cabins and houses, we have residential stone houses, stores, schools, and luscious green grass all over. Low residency has not changed, but what it lacks in population it makes up for in community. The city of Vanguard is home to some of the most generous, kind-giving pedestrians to ever exist. Everyone here is welcoming and is always open to newcomers. A perfect place for our story to begin.

On the southside of Vanguard resides a bar called, Ed's Shack . The bar is two stories high and made from solid, gray stone. Numerous locals are seen conversing outside while some walk through the entry door, greeted by a "WELCOME" plank sign on the front. Inside, things are a bit more haywire. Crazy laughs and ruckus noise echo corner to corner inside the bar; men and women alike are seen drinking the night away, laughing and drinking large wooden cups of cold liquor in their hands. It's clear to see this a local hang out for citizens to come and wash away the cares in the world - as seen by some carelessly waste their drunks on the floor, relishing in their drunken states.

"Hey, watch it, yah darn scoundrels!!" yelled the Bartender from his post. "I just cleaned up in here!! Geez ... "

The Bartender's name is Ed. Ed owned this bar for years. For him, life at the bar has not changed despite the town's big transformation. He is still a big-and-proud heavy-sake man with barely any hair, wearing his trademark white apron with a blue shirt underneath. His southern accent and laid back personality reflects the atmosphere in his bar -- both the good and bad. He nods his head in dismay at the mess made by his customers, cleaning the inside of his glass jugs with a white rag. While straightening up, a few new guest step into the bar. By their appearance, it was apparent they were not from around these parts.

(( Make your introductions good guys. ))

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Sylvia enters Ed's Shack. "Hmph," She begins walking towards the bar. Before her feet touch the ground, any liquid that was spilt simply moves, creating a perfect dry circle for her to walk on.

She approaches Ed. " The outside of this bar would tell a story that completely contradicts what I see." She smiled. " I'd like a big cold, glass of water. That would be greatly appreciated."

After she placed her order, she turned and faced away, setting her elbows on the bar. She could now see that some people were giving her weird looks. She relised that she looked alot different from the norm in the town. She chuckled slightly. "Culture shock."

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"Well you don't exactly fit the norm here, ma'am," added Ed, turning to his personal drink fountain and pouring a glass of water. "Don't know how you did that trick of yours, but thanks for cleaning my floor for me. You saved me some hours of sleep."

Utilizing the counters smooth surface, he rolls the jug of water over to the newcomer, having it stop right in front of her. He clearly has a strong awareness of his pub. "Yep, this place may look different on the outside, but it's always been the same crazy town on the inside. The story of my life, ma'am. And others too."


He approaches the newcomer with intrigue, hoping to continue the conversation. "The name's Ed. Who might you be?""

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((So is my character accepted?))

She waved her left hand over the glass of water. Frost formed on the outside. She took a refreshingly cold sip. "My name is Sylvia." She studied Ed for a moment, glancing left and right down the bar, then back at him. "And i would presume you are 'Ed' ?"

(( Yes, you are in, nightmare. Have fun. ))

"That's the name," Ed said with a smile. "Try not to wear it out, would ya?" Ed does his best to be cordial around people new to town. He's a real people's person. It's not hard to spark a conversation with the old geezer. In fact, he already felt comfortable talking to Sylvia, despite meeting her literally seconds ago. He leans on table, becoming more and more relaxed as he talked. "So tell me about yourself, Sylvia. You're obviously not your average woman."

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"No, no I guess you'd say i'm not your, average women." She takes another polite sip of the water. "I, obviously, am an element manipulator. Or "Element Bender," as the world refers to us as." Sylvia took the final drink out of her cup, and set it gently down on the bar. "Studied at Mount Sempra, received top marks in all subjects." She looked at Ed, almost piercing into his soul with her stare. She smiled and traced the rim of her glass with her index finger. "I'm quite confident that you, along with the rest of people, that for the moment call this bar home, know of my brother. I am not pleased of this fact and it brings nothing but shame to my mind, but I share the same family tree as Koroe Demenshei." Sylvia stared at Ed, looking for his reaction.

After many days of travel Night was relieved as he entered the bar, normally he stayed away from such places because he disliked the atmosphere and people to be found within them but today he could care less. Wearily he heads over to the bar and sits down on a stoll next to Slyvia. "Could ya get me a beer, sir?" He stretches before looking around at the people within the bar his gaze finally resting on Slyvia, whom he thought he recongnized but after a secondcast away the lingering thought, and returned his gaze in front of him.

A cloaked and hooded figure cantered into town on a chestnut colored horse and looked around. The sun beating down on his head had the horse and its owner alike panting. This was completely warranted, his ride had been a long one after all. Well this is different from last time I passed through here, the man mused, It's almost lost its ambiance. The cloaked man shrugged and nudged his horse forward to the stables. He quickly dismounted and paid the stablehand before walking a short distance to the tavern. Removing his hood as he entered, the warm smile of Tomas Melech crossed his face for a moment as he took in the sights, smells, and noises of one of the least changing places in the world. Tomas approached the bar and took a seat, not far from an attractive young woman who was conversing with the bartender. The weaponsmaster sat patiently and waited to be helped.

"Coming right up," Ed responds, looking at the stranger with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. A bit put off by his appearance, he examines him head-to-toe as he pours beer into a glass jug and he slides it over to him. Ed simply assumes he's been through a lot. "You looked like you've walked through hell kid. This one's on me."

Afterwards, he turns back to Sylvia to continue the conversation. "So a Element bender, you say? Listen kid. I don't know much about anything that goes on outside this village. So forgive an old geezer for not knowing about your, uhh ... bending of the elements, thingy-nabob. Oh, and as for your brother, I don't exactly remember a Koroe ever entering this bar. Then again, I hardly remember names. Heck, I don't remember the last guy that came in and sat in your seat 5 hours ago. HAHAHAHAHA! Hah ... yeah, Ol' Ed here is getting old."

The eyes of Ed spot a cloaked hooded figure sitting inches away from the other newcomers. Not wanting to seem like a stranger, Ed walks over to greet him. "So are you another one of them elemental benders or whatever? What can I get ya, stranger?"

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"Hehe," Sylvia chuckled at Ed's ignorance. She actually liked the fact that he didnt know, or didnt remember, anything about her family name. She turned her head and noticed the cloaked figure. For some reason she was intrigued by his presence.