Elements RPG 2.0 Take 2

[killsdazombies]

OOC: ok this is really off topic but we found the last cake holder!

[miniwally]

OOC:

Entropy isn't connected to the land, as i said, it floats around

and I wanted darkness larger.

OOC: See having the master of Darkness draw the modifications had no influence on the size of darkness <.<. Purity wanted the entropic shores gone and darkness seemed the logical place to put them anywhere else would've looked weird and anyway a lot of darkness is taken up by mountains

@Kills I found him first!

[Purity_Riot]

OOC: lol soooo. Back on topic sometime soon people?

Also, I think I might make a character tomorrow. I love playing too much. Don't worry, I don't god mod.

[miniwally]

OOC: I can't post in character my journeys too long, and are you going to update first post?

[Purity_Riot]

OOC: I think everyone is done day 1 now.

to save time, you don't need to post OOC if it's something short and obvious.

[killsdazombies]

OOC: @ mini- i found him, remember i said the last cake holder is _______

[Amesjay]

Character Name: Zannh

Race: Elf

Element: 

Appearance: Of a tall and muscular build is still extremely agile. Dark hair that is cropped reasonably short with a very silky sheen. His eyes reveal nothing and are almost the same colour as his pupils. His face seemingly very average was very similar to those of his race. Found nearly always wearing the light armor of his people or a more subtle black cloak.

Age: 24

Background: In amongst the forests he had grown up and trained. Life was almost perfect and everything seemed to just work out. The elves were a peaceful folk and were much against the begging of many wars. However, during one day when Zannh had gone out in the search of game he returned to find his village in ruins. Everything he had ever known was destroyed and belongings were scattered in every direction.

From then on his only belief was that life is chaos and that no matter how hard you try to prevent something anything could happen. Stricken by the sorrow and grief of his loss he ran into the foreset and began heading south to no where in particular. Then nearly reaching the other side of the island he met a very experienced Trickster who taught him the ways of the chaos and how entropy was the underlying meaning of life.

From then on Zannh trained in the ways of entropy and learnt the true meaning of chaos.

Belongings:
-Elven Longbow his original bow now imbued with a slight sense of the chaos
-Quiver Each arrow is inserted with a single chaos seed and the chaos ensues
-Light elven armor made of a light substance known only to elves is still capable of withstanding some form of attacks.
-Bag of tricks no one knows what is inside but nothing that ever comes out is the same

Abilities:

-Chaos: Lets jsut say anything could happen to the people around him

Improved muation: can improve an ally

Entropic absorbtion: he uses the quanta around him to protect him from damage

-Summon butterfly: A combination of his past and present training summons a butferfly

Butterfly effect: Gives a small allied creature butterfly effect

This okay?

[Purity_Riot]

Yup, welcome aboard.

[Wardead]

OOC: Time to keep on moving. Icy, do you want to be the Forger?

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InC: Kyvioux walks back to the Forger and says, "You must be lonely, right?" The Forger replies, "Well, it is normally boring here, we just forge and build." Kyvioux looks at his inventions. He never saw such majestic yet powerful armor. He tries one of the armor on, the one Elite Armagio's use but a smaller version. "Hehe, that's just a model of the real armor, do you expect Armagio's fit into that puny thing?", says the Forger. Kyvioux asks, "Can you build me one of these?", and also says, "I'm in need of armor." The Forger looks at him and says, "Only if you help me."

[icybraker]

OOC: I already said no, but I may as well now.

InC:
Alvitor eyes the strange Anubis that was walking back to him now. After a brief chat, he told him that he needed armor. Alvitor had sold his wares before, but never to a race like the Anubis. Undoubtedly, his expectations are going to be high... so I have to charge a cost higher than just electrum.

Alvitor needed a companion. He felt that he had grown powerful enough to start his journey to take down the Graviton Army, but he needed help. Alvitor then decided. "Yes, I'll build you your armor. But only if you help me."

"Help you? How?" The Anubis asked.

"On my quest. I hold a grudge against the Graviton Army. I need to seek out some rebel group against them and then strike back. Will you help me? You'll get a fine set of armor and any arms you need."

[Wardead]

OOC: I lured you to my trap

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InC: Kyvioux looks at the Forger and says, "It's a deal, and I really also need arms". The Forger then asks him, "What type of arms?" Kyvioux replies, "A fine blade, strong to cut through anything." "And armor?" says The Forger. Kyvioux says, "One of 'em Elite Armagio style Armor would do." The Forger looks at him furiously and goes to work. The Anubis says, "So, how are these Gravity guys?" "You'll see" said the Forger, "You'll see"

[icybraker]

Alvitor smiles. The Anubis is wise, but he knows nothing of how I work. He will be surprised.

"Give me 24 hours. I'll be done with both." Alvitor thought the Anubis looked shocked at how little time it would take him, but the Anubis nodded. Alvitor immediately turned around and began thinking.

Hmm... he wants Elite Armagio armor. That's some of the strongest armor I have, but also the heaviest. I'm going to have to thin it down. Alvitor walks to the back of his workshop, where a vast collection of metal ore stood, arranged neatly. Alvitor walked among the rows of glistening lumps. Where's that Armagite... ah! Here! Alvitor selects a very heavy, dark ore from a top shelf and hefts it over to his anvil. He lowers it down carefully. Armagium. One of the strongest metals, but so heavy that only the most powerful mechs can wield it. I'm going to have to make an alloy.

Alvitor heads back to the back room once more. What do I need? Something light. Doesn't have to be strong by itself, but it has to have support... Vexite may work, he thought, his eyes falling onto a small bundle of intertwining metallic filaments. He picks up the bundle, barely feeling its weight. And now, the fun part. Alvitor's eyes glistened as he took out a small contraption. It was his own variation of a bellows, constructed entirely out of metal. It did not look like anything that the other Forgers used as bellows, which they constructed out of animal hide. Alvitor had devised a metal pipe series that acted much better than normal bellows.

Operating a series of levers and buttons on the pipes, he watched the furnace spring into life. And so, he began melting the large lump of Armagium. It took a while, but soon, it was soft enough to add Vexite to the mix. He systematically laid down Vexite filaments over the melted vat of Armagium. Then, he let the lump cool. As it was cooling, he pumped air into the metal, increasing its strength but decreasing its density.

Alvitor now had a strong, light, very large piece of metal in front of him. And now... we finally start. Using gloves, he carefully placed it on his anvil. Then, he took of his gloves; he never worked with protection. Gripping his hammer, he started.

Clank.

Clank.

Clank. Late into the night, Alvitor's hammer rang strong and true. His right hand continually pounded at the metal, slowly shaping the amorphous lump into the armor of the Elite Armagios. His left hand readjusted the metal, and lifted a jug of water to his mouth. Alvitor never stopped the hammer. Sparks flew and Alvitor's legs ached, but he never stopped. Stopping while forging means stopping creation. Creation must go on. And there he stood for hours, shaping the metal, never sleeping or eating. He wondered what the Anubis was doing.