Linegard RPG by Thalas.

[ShiningSword]

OOC: With this forum bug happening, do you think it would be a good idea to extend this characterization competition? Some people wouldn't think to go onto the Wiki to get the alternate link for the forums, and would miss out on this completely. (What's ironic is that Thalas might be included in that group of people at the moment.)

...and, uh, no, it's not because I've been really busy and missed this thing completely...

Yes, thats right. If i havent been in chat, i would have never found out about the link.

[Thalas]

(What's ironic is that Thalas might be included in that group of people at the moment.)

   Yes, I was.

I was like "what the". For some unkown reason I couldn't browse through foreign webs, I was really scared about my RPG and card design war.
I tried game and chat but I totally forgot about wiki and Kongregate forum.

Beside that time limit of the competition is extended to 15th April
Do you want to know what cards are the prize? 2 will be from game randomly choosed and the third will be chosed by me from armory.

[1world24]

Posting story later

Character Name:Murdravox
Race: Human
Element:
Appearance:5ft healthy build
Age:12
Background:A regular kid who has a wide knowledge of life and forests
Belongings:A drudic staff, an emerald gem,and a picture of his family (killed by the void)
Abilities: poison stab,heal,and purify


Sorry about the late entry but haven't had time to make 1 earlier.

[KingOfArmagio]

I was inactive because I didn't find the link on chat. I was trying the original forum link and it didn't work. Glad to be back.

[Thalas]

Time's up

Now for the voting phase

VOTE HERE (http://micropoll.com/t/KEtOAZBzFE)

Thalos


 He was born in a city of gravity. From very young he wanted to carry on with the family's tradition of militar service.

 One of the things he wanted the most was the armour, the symbol of the honor of the warrior and the strength of the realm, a bionic, asisted movement piece of deadly art, passed on in his family for generations, but re equiped to to be as good as new while keeping in the outside those slight stings of blood, proof of the powerful and honorable bloodline of the soldier wearing it.
 The huge fists of steel, which became his prefered weapon. The wings that were so useful, once he learned for what they could be used for.The articulations conected by the bionic movement enhancers, so he would be able to move under the weight. The heavy feet, vital to keep balance while dodging or doing fast movements.
 He entered at the minimal age required(18), and got asigned to the brigade 303, squad 52.

 He learned the tricks of the job(everything from using the armor wings to build a tent, to commanding a 6 position syncronized attack), from the veterans of the brigade, old armagios of 2, maybe even 3 times his age who had been everywhere, from the frozen north to the entropic islands, from the sky island, to the uncharted shores of the east.

 Eventually, he got to be the leader of his own squad of recruits, the 81.
He trained them until they were the best. If they werent fighting for real, they were training.
 No sleep, just training until they learned to let the armour walk while they were sleeping, which took for the trainees over a week, and that was for the lucky ones, the ones who resisted less time without sleep.
 Yes, because while armagio are always powerful, common sence, not power, is what decides who dies and who lives in the battlefield. Such an unorthodox training was intensive, yet it showed to be effective, and they truly became the most resistent and diciplined soldiers in the brigade. And with this training, he also became more powerful, getting abilities that would proof their usefulness in his long trip to the entropic islands through void territory.
 At the end, the void came, and after a battle in which he lost his entire squad while covering the brigade's retreat, he managed to find his way to the entropian islands.
 While he was very depressed about his squad's death, he wouldnt waste a chance to avenge them, and he wanted to find out if his family was still alive. So he prepared for the day of the gate.
 He is always calm in the face of danger, friendly with everybody and generous and willing to sacrifice himself for others. However, he is reckless when fighting and vengeful against his enemies. In the bottom he is sad, but he will never show it, and he will definitely put the mission before everything.

Maulon

Maulon's life began in a remote area of the Frozen North. He soon found the Arctic Lair, one of Void's main bases, and the Emperor's current residence. Even before he got there, he had honed his skills, including his deadly Void Ray, and the powerful Void Drain. As soon as Maulon reached the base, Zarian, the newest member before Maulon, started sneering and brawling with Maulon. They became fast rivals.

Maulon found the location of the Vile Cave, deep in the heart of the forest. He traveled there and defeated a swarm of Leaf Dragons, and healed himself but knocking out one instead of killing it, and then used the Void Drain on it. He traveled deeper into the Cave and found many Life Villagers huddling in corners. He killed them all.

After this, Maulon left on the mission he just completed. Find the Jewel Of Time. He succeeded, and was going to report back, but Dargill attacked. Dargill was killed by a group of corrupted Ice Dragons, but a whole swarm of Devonian Dragons attacked and dropped Maulon at the base of a volcano. Maulon fought Zarian again twice, before returning to the volcano, and attempting another climb.

Lyra


Before I decide the impossible, I look at what's in front of me.

Lyra stood at the gates of Sanctum Solaris. It was her first day back, and she was tired. Tired of all the contreversy, the fighting, and the trial where she saved her own life along with another students. Her blonde hair swished very slowly and her wings would barely materialize, safe for even trying to open.

And yet, she was somehow early.

You know, it's really peaceful. Shaden whispered. I never thought that Light could ever be like this...

"Yeah... it's kind of beautiful, sort of like watching one of the sunrises when you're sitting on top of a Light Pillar." Lyra murmured in response. She walked in, hoping to get organize a few more things before starting her first day of classes back, but her attention immediatly turned to a boy in one of the Tactics room sitting at a desk. He appeared to be setting up a chess board.

"He-" Lyra ducked to avoid the boy's red wings as he swung around in suprise. Seeing that it was just another student, he relaxed. From a glance, he was probably a transfer student - he had red wings and his eyes were a sky blue. His hair was brown, which mixed well with his pale face.

"Hey..." he fidgeted, "you're that student who got in trouble... Lyra, right?"

"Yeah." She sighed. "Are you the transfer student, Ankh, who came yesterday?" his eyebrows shot up.

"How'd you-"

"I read the records." Lyra smiled sadly as she looked around the large room, from the bookshelves to the marble walls to even the training ward downstairs. "I used to be the student who welcomed all the new students here - but I guess I'm not allowed that privilege anymore."

"Don't worry." Ankh grinned. "Your friends told me how nice you are - you've never gotten into trouble, always helped the others, and are the second best in the entire grade."

"How'd you know about the grade pa-"

"I read the records."

Wise guy, isn't he. Shaden snickered.

"Shut up" Lyra shot back. "If it wasn't for you I'd probably still be number one. Now it's a tossup again."

She focused her attention back on the new student. "So, what topics do to plan to take this year?"

"Tactics, Healing, and Advanced Mathematics." He replied. "You?"

"Tactics II, Arcane Lore/History, and Interactions with the Other Elements" She replied. "Tactics may start off tricky, but from what I saw in your records you have a good mind for chess, so you'll do fine. The math courses are rather dull but end up being important for everyone as we all know by now. Healing's one of the best classes ever - the teacher, Lumiel is a great mentor and will welcome former students with open arms when they visit. You'll love it, and you've made some great choices to start off your year."

"Thanks." He reddened slightly. "I've always wanted to learn how to heal others - too many get hurt from fighting, and I feel like I'm doing enough."

"You sound like you care a lot for the people around you. Where'd you come from?"

"I came from the Air city of Aggrath. I was originally a pure Air elemental, but the 3rd Master of Fire Krtisa blessed me and my father, being a rather enthustiastic with trying new things and working with other elements as the Lord of Air, approved of it. I didn't think the result would be so... horrendous." He looked at his red wings. "I've always had to dye my wings blue, and it always weighs me down. I hope I'll never need anymore elements in me."

"Don't worry, I think they make you look rather handsome." Lyra responded. "The other girls probably love you already." Ankh reddened even further at this compliment.

"Don't say that..."

"Oh don't worry, I'm just teasing." Lyra grinned, and looked at the board. "Want to play a quick game of chess? I think it's a little hard to play alone."

"Sure. It's hard to make up strategies myself - I like to adapt on the fly." Ankh replied.

5 turns later...
"Checkmate." Lyra's Queen stood victoriously over Ankh's king, blocking the last path of escape.

"How'd you do that so fast? Don't tell me you read the records." Ankh winked.

"Hah, no. I guess I also like to 'adapt on the fly' as you put it." Lyra replied. 'He's really nice.' She thought, 'Hopefully people will be a bit more accepting to me like I was to him...'

"So, will you be okay?" Ankh snapped her out of her thoughts, "I know you have Shaden and all... people might hate you for saving him you know..."

"I'll be fine - I already saw Lumiel yesterday, and he gave me a giant hug and said almost all of us were happy to see me back." The bell rang across the school, and the halls began to spring to life as students began to get up. "I have to go organize my things, but it was nice metting you Ankh."

"Thanks. I have to admit, I feel a lot less scared now, knowing someone else is nervous like me. Want to meet at the courtyard later? I'd like to meet Shaden if possible."

Heh, methinks I'll be popular and hated.

"You'll be fine as well." Lyra shot inward. "See you around, Ankh."

"And he let me begin school again with a smile on my face." Lyra murmured as she silently sipped her coffee.

You think he's still out there? Shaden asked with a bit of concern.

"Perhaps...." Lyra replied, and they were silent again.

[Thalas]

Also it seems that Linegard stagnates, people write, write.

and also Sagittarius     Elf  Removed from game for his absence and Murdravox joined Linegard.



Murdravox's Introduction


Emerald gem was glowing with a weak hue of green sea colour, this glow was warm and Murdravox could feel it on his cheeks. Quaint spectrums of colors glistened around gem.   
Sweet aroma wafted from Emerald gem, sentimental memories swayed Murdravox's mind, this was scent of home, sweet home.

*Flash from the Past*

"Murdravox, please go with bucket for water" Said mother, her smile was very calming.
"Yes, mother " replied Murdravox, he was glad when he could please his mother.
He took wooden bucket from the corner and went to to the river. This was the last time he saw mother's scarlet skirt and their wicker house. Their house was small and divided into three rooms, walls were made from bamboo and roof from gigantic leaves. When you entered their house, first room was kitchen, in the left corner was frowned fireplace upon everyone who walked in, table was standing in the middle of kitchen and batik carpet complemented the kitchen. On the right of kitchen were two doors one heading to the living room where Murdravox slept and second to the parents bedroom. Both rooms almost looked same - wooden beds and some dream catchers, however Murdravox room was filled with rocks, leaves of various trees or shells he found on his strolls. This was Murdravox home.

Murdravox was walking on road when he sighted his father as he was gathering strange fruit from tree.
"Where are going? " asked father
"I'm going for water" replied Murdravox
"I saw flock of cockatrices around Valna's woods, we can hunt them someday" said father
"Okay" Murdravox continued

Murdravox came to the river, water was beautifully clear and sometimes sounded warbling of Climbers.
He wanted to bend down for the water when empty darkn-

*back to present*

Emerald gem flashed snapping Murdravox from his memories.

[ZephyrPhantom]

Please quote my post and copy Lyra's story from it so that Shaden's lines appear properly.

EDIT: Sorry to be a bother, but Shaden's lines still aren't italicized....

[Five In One]

OOC: Gah! I still missed it! At least you'll never know about my Lexuar's true past...

Also, sorry about the inactivity. It has been an insanely hectic week for me. The good news: Now I'm on vacation! I should get back to writing essays here in the next few days.

Also, have you considered turning this game into a less confusing story after this game has been completed? Of course, we would all be contributors, as it would basically be transposing what we've written down into a working format, but I think it would be cool to show the rest of the community the final product of our efforts.

[Ryli]

Blazing Moonwalker has gone away for a while, but couldn't tell you himself because the forums didn't come back up until after he left.

Would it be possible for me to take over Hunter? I know about her personality and stuff, because I created her.

[Five In One]

OOC: I don't see any problem with it, but it's not up to me. Thalas has the final word here.

[1world24]

Murdravox's Introduction


Emerald gem was glowing with a weak hue of green sea colour, this glow was warm and Murdravox could feel it on his cheeks. Quaint spectrums of colors glistened around gem.   
Sweet aroma wafted from Emerald gem, sentimental memories swayed Murdravox's mind, this was scent of home, sweet home.

*Flash from the Past*

"Murdravox, please go with bucket for water" Said mother, her smile was very calming.
"Yes, mother " replied Murdravox, he was glad when he could please his mother.
He took wooden bucket from the corner and went to to the river. This was the last time he saw mother's scarlet skirt and their wicker house. Their house was small and divided into three rooms, walls were made from bamboo and roof from gigantic leaves. When you entered their house, first room was kitchen, in the left corner was frowned fireplace upon everyone who walked in, table was standing in the middle of kitchen and batik carpet complemented the kitchen. On the right of kitchen were two doors one heading to the living room where Murdravox slept and second to the parents bedroom. Both rooms almost looked same - wooden beds and some dream catchers, however Murdravox room was filled with rocks, leaves of various trees or shells he found on his strolls. This was Murdravox home.

Murdravox was walking on road when he sighted his father as he was gathering strange fruit from tree.
"Where are going? " asked father
"I'm going for water" replied Murdravox
"I saw flock of cockatrices around Valna's woods, we can hunt them someday" said father
"Okay" Murdravox continued

Murdravox came to the river, water was beautifully clear and sometimes sounded warbling of Climbers.
He wanted to bend down for the water when empty darkn-

*back to present*

Emerald gem flashed snapping Murdravox from his memories.Murdravox then got up from the lake and started to the west."I need to find out where all the divisions have gone. When i got  in the gate before it closed, 1 person found me and i quickly jabbed them and they died instantly.When i got to the other side i quickly ran from the group before being seen  by another person.After killing him i have a small map of this world and marked on it is where the  Staff of Extalis might be hidden.Just then a person from division 4 found me. "what do you want?""I know what happened to your parents."."how can you,they were killed in the void?" Asked Murdravox.Then in the blink of an eye he re veiled himself."why, why you?"

Just took what Thalas started and finished the chapter


Edit: is this better then before?

[Megaant]

If you would be so kind as to let me join, Thalas,

Character Name - Kryesh
Race - Immortal
Element:
Appearance - 6'1, Partially Transparent
Age - 3857 Human Years (Immortals can, for all practical senses, live forever. They do die of old age, but it takes long enough that no one can tell.)
Background - A mysterious Immortal that came from a crack in space. Origins unknown.
Allegiance - Void - Disliked, Elementals - Friendly, Our "Heroes" - Neutral
Belongings - Vestigial Armor and Cloak (Barely any defensive capabilities, a reminder of the past), Iridium Braces (Blocks attacks), Shock Blade (Can launch bolts that get stronger as he weakens),
Abilities - Space Warp (Adds or deletes space to move people around), Immaterial/Materialization (Takes time to use),
Summon Aetherling (Summons a weak creature from a dimensional crack)


Intro:
A crack in the dimension opens, the wind whistling out of it. The inside unclear. An Immortal walks out over the sands of Time, the crack closing shut with a final gasp. He bends down and grasps a handful of sand. The taint of the Void, troubling as it was, seemed fairly weak in the area. The space in front of him warped into a lens, and the observation startled him. The lands around were defiled. The Entropy Islands seemed to be the only place free from the taint. Yet, as of now, it was under siege. The Immortal heard the sands behind him shift. Suddenly, he whipped around, slicing a stray tendril that had leaked from the closed gap in space. A cloud of Aether swirled around him, as the Immortal tasted the air, the taint becoming more and more noticeable. He whispered slowly to himself, a trail of fate unfolding before him. The parched sands crunched under transparent greaves, as he began the long trudge to the Entropic Isles, a cloak of gases unfurling from his tall stature.

The intro is open to further addition.