Elements RPG! Part 1

[icybraker]

Reasoner, pretty sure we're using this map:

http://www.screenshotdumpster.com/view/m7Gbd47902/map2

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Or are we?

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel's mind revealed many things. Though he tried to resist, his weak mortal form could not withstand the mental probe. Thousands of memories of his past life came to the forefront of his mind, forcing him to relieve thousands of atrocities. Murders commit at his own hand in his mind, slaying the sinners of the lands, carrying out the deeds of Gods and False Gods alike. He stood, in his glory, wielding the Druidic Staff, atop a hill, staring down at a village filled with the corpses of dozens of elven men, women and children, all slain by his hands. A lone druid swore vengeance, as the great Seraphim turned his back and rose into heaven. Skipping forward, scenes of his terrible battle with the Fallen Elves flew to the forefront of his mind. He was physically ill as the memory of being striken down by the Fallen Druid came before him again, vomiting on the floor of his shop. Cringing in self-disgust, the last few memories of his simple life as an apothecary, the peaceful life he had chosen to follow came back to his mind. He closed his eyes and settled himself, a single tear dripping down his cheek.

[Reasoner]

my bad, il edit it a little bit somehow, thinking of the wrong map my bad.

[icybraker]

Heimdall recoiled in shame and shock. The figure before him was no longer a proprietor; he was Xanriel the angel - an actual person with a past and a future. He knew he should not have probed his mind; it was a selfish invasion of privacy which should not have occured. "I'm sorry," Heimdall said. "I was... I was being paranoid. It's just that I can't trust anybody anymore... because... well, I'd better just leave." Heimdall was still very curious about Xanriel, and even more curious that they both shared a common enemy- the Elves. However, he had accidentally destroyed Xanriel's privacy, and he no longer wanted to intrude upon his life. "Goodbye," said Heimdall, as he prepared to leave.

[Purity_Riot]

"No," Xanriel said, standing shakily, his weak frame struggling to hold his wait with it's new found weakness. "I think not." He looked up at the man, resolve set in his eyes. "In fact, you are going to stay right there until I can decide what I'm going to do about this." He stalked over to the man, his fist clenching, as though the muscles recalled his anger, and wished to grip the familiar shaft of the Druidic Staff. Standing eye to eye with the Ulitharid, he chose his words, cutting each one off with a dangerous tone. "Tell. No. One." He raised a single finger, the tip glowing black, "You will tell no one of what you have seen here today. The mortals of this town are not ready to know of my existence." He glared for a moment, tempted to lay his corruption upon this man, before turning abruptly and retreating to his desk, pulling the Nymph's Tears off the shelf as he passed. "Come to this shop again and you will not find me, but you will soon find yourself a dead man if you come here seeking trouble. It's time i left this town."

[icybraker]

Heimdall was scared, but not overly shocked by Xanriel’s reaction; after all, what he did was a grave intrusion of privacy. Fear, however, quickly turned back to clear calculation as Heimdall’s mental instincts came back in. Heimdall placed the 15 water electrum that he had down on the table next to Xanriel. “I will respect your wishes. This is the least I can do,” Heimdall said. “Make good use of it, Xanriel. My instincts tell me that we shall meet again; if that is so, I hope we shall be on better terms. And if there is anything you need me to do after my atrocious error…well… search far and wide for Heimdall.”

And with that, Heimdall left, his eyes concentrated upon the mystic depths of the bottle of Nymph’s Tears in Xanriel’s hand. Heimdall stepped out in front of the shop, sighed wearily, and stared at the darkening sky. “Storm clouds," he observed.

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel scooped the quanta up off the table and pocketed them, shaking his head as he hurriedly took down his shop, packing up any rare or expensive herbs, than leaving the rest. He stood outside his shop, staring at the sign a moment before walking around to the back of a shop and grabbing a ladder. He came back around the front of the shop with a sign, hammer and nails. He set the ladder up, climbed to the sign and hammered up a 'closed' sign. He sighed heavily, climbing back down and heading back inside to pack up his few belongings, leaving an hour later.

[icybraker]

Lol, no one else participating We'll see what develops.

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Heimdall wandered around the market for a while before realizing that he still had a spell to learn. However, he was all out of quanta. He would have to find quanta somehow. For now, Heimdall would return to his peaceful native river in the Aetherland and contemplate on what had just happened. He needed a rest. As the rain started pouring, Heimdall concentrated upon the stars, setting off with brisk feet towards the land of Aether. He would be traveling for a while, but it did not matter; traveling was his life.

[Glitch]

My problem is that Ross abandoned the thread.  =/

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel pondered the lands. He had been to the lands of death and life, where would he go from here? The lands of Aether may be more accepting of a formal immortal. He looked up at the sky, made a few calculations, than shrugged off his cloak, spread his wings and took to the sky, flying toward the Aetherland. As he flew, he passed over the man from his shop and slowed, flapping his wings quietly as he followed the man from the air.

[Bloodshadow]

Anyone want to interact with me? Seems like no one else is participating...

If that's the case, then...

Jonathan tensed as he felt an aura of the divine above him. He raised his head. The image of a winged creature imprinted itself onto his blood-red eyes.

"An angel? What is an angel doing here?" Jonathan knew that he should be careful, as the angels of Light and demons of Darkness are natural enemies of each other. Angels claimed themselves to be the agents of justice and prosecuted the demonkind, but in reality there is no true justice or evil in this twisted world. Jonathan silently prepared himself for battle; the angel did not feel his presence only because he was hidden in his shroud of darkness.

And yet, Jonathan noticed that something was different about this angel. He could feel the aura of immortality emanating from the winged figure above, but there was... something else. As absurd as it sounded, there seemed to be a hint of the reek of Death from this immortal angel. It was almost like the angel's immortality had been stripped away from him. Was such a thing even possible?

The angel seemed to be following someone else on the ground. Intrigued, Jonathan decided, against his better judgement, to follow the angel and see where he leads to.

[Rossendale]

Nah, I'm fine with you doing this. I will just come round and throw events at you.

Purity-Riot: Suddenly a man all in black came to your shop and said "I need a strong poison card, nicely upgraded if you can. I will pay 30  quanta at most". You turn your sight to the poison card that cast on a water source, killed within seconds of drinking the poisoned water.

Bloodshadow: The shopkeeper gave you an offer. If you spend all your darkness quanta (10) on his items, he will give you a random darkness card for free. You think that the best set of cards to buy would probably be 2 parasites ( ), a minor vampire ( ) and liquind shadow ( ). You may ask if there's any more offers though. After you get your cards, you follow the angel. He leads you into a cave. You both sit down and the angel starts speaking. "If you think I look as my immortality has been stripped, you are right. The archangels told me to leave and stripped my immortality when I tried to use one of the miracles on my son. I had to stay with the death people, and as I see you a darkness person, whom are great frineds with the death people. That's why I have a job for you. I want to have my revenge on the angels, and I already have the tiems to bypass thier immortality, but I will not last long in a fight with them without my immortality. I want you to go to the Aetherland and steal a viol of quintessence, which will last long enough for me to have my revenge. I will pay you 30  quanta for the viol. Will you take my mission?"
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Gl1tch: No I didn't abandon the thread. I just don't really have time on the week.