Name: Lord Robert
Race: Wood Elf
Nation: Wood Elves
Class: Commander of the offense Wood Elves
War-gear: Dragon skin
Appearance: Handsom,Blond hair,War lover
Personality: No fear of death
Background: Natuer guy
Thank you, It will be my pleasure to write as Carstein. Louis can be a very close friend a childer* of his.
*childer means that someone he turned into a vampire.
Name:Count Von carlstein
Race:Vampire
Nation:Vampire Court
Class:Leader
Wargear:a long sword with the engraving of *Sire* its a sword the head vampire always keeps with him. It has jade stones engraved into it alwell.
Appearance: i'll get a picture tomorrow
Personality:Carlstein is a very romantic and ambitous man. When he gets angry he turns into a very evil minded person. He is mature and will never take no for an answer.
Background: * Lord Anzius can you help me with this bit*
Every rose has it's thorn.. Just like every night has it's dawn.
I've matured a lot and I realised it was time to come back.. for good!
Personality: Chill personality, pacifist but fights anyway, clumsy, takes things. Sort of like Yoda from the Star Wars movies. Not really a good fighter. Prefers to give wisdom.
Background: Lives in small tree. Fights only because he was told to. Eats berries. Doesn't really have much of a story. Everyday wood elf.
One person's craziness is another person's reality
-Tim Burton
Appearance: Black hair,red eyes, tall adn dangerously skiiny, has a scar going vertical down his left cheek.
Personality: He likes to torture people, but then thinks its wrong. His nature is very contradictory, but he always thinks he's right. He will die for what he thinks is right. His very dark, but has a light expression. His face is always adorned by a smile, but he really isn't happy.
Background: Born a half-half elf, he was outcast and ha slived by himself for a long as he can remember. He is a jack-of-all trades, but he doesn't excel, his learnt his living, by figuring it's better to leanr a lot and expand than stick to one and excel. His personality sometimes contradict itself, because of the mixed heritage.
Other: He is up for love, gender doesn't matter, just PM me. ^^
Yes Carstein is romantic but he also has the silent urge in him to tear to pieces all his enemies, and drink their blood. He also has a forceful mental siding that makes him want to control the world with his family and his army of zombies and skeletons.
Carstein also has a ring that makes him tottaly invurnerable. Of course as long as he drinks blood he will stay alive forever but he could still be killed... but with the ring even if you smash his face inside out and kill him, the ring would resurect him atleast in a few minutes/hours/days depends on the dammage.
We will start tomorrow.
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
He was walking with his diciples. He was in the cursed lands of the Chaosdwarfs.
He was on his way to meet the leader of the chaosdwarfs.
He was soon at his target. Inside a cave, the leader of the black bearded dwarfs walked to him.
"What is your bussiness here, Daemon?"
"I have come to ask you to join my army." Tzeentch answered, his peak closing and opening in no particular way.
"What if we decline, your offer?"
The Daemon looked at the small Dwarf "I already have, Nurgle, Khorne and Slanessh on my side."
"The word has travveled here already, And you might want to rephrase your sentence and tell the ruth. They did not join you, you forced them to join you."
"Partly right, Slanessh came by his own will and we are now a team. Nurgle and Khorne though... needded some persuation."
The Dwarf looked at the large Daemon "You must know that we bow dwn to no one else but our lord Lucien, prince of darknes." There was a slight hoorayh from the ranks behind the Leader.
"I do, that is why I have brought him with me." From behind Tzeentch walked a long and pale man, his hair was blacker than black, his clothes were the same color.
"Lord Lucien." The dwarf gasped, he went down on his knee, so did all the other dwarfs.
Lucien looked at the ranks "From this day foward, you will follow the lead of our lord... Tzeentch."
Lucien stood there looking at the dwarfs.
The leader looked at Tzeentch "What is it you need?"
"Hell cannons, many Hell cannons."
"An easy task. What are we going to do?"
Tzeentch smiled "We are going to persuade the Beasts to folllow our suit."
The dwarf laughed a cold laugh "So shall it be my lord."
The evil was about to unravel
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
"Useless boy!" The young Shade stumbled under the force of the slap. Gingerly he put his palm to his stinging cheek and split lip. His father loomed over him, tall and broad shouldered, nearly the mirror image of Shade. His hair was a gold brown where Shade's was an unearthly blue-silver, and his eyes dark green to Shade's arctic blue.
White knuckled he swung the switch down, laying it across Shade's back. Shade stifled a small cry as the switch opened old cuts as well as new. All the while his father shouted. "A thing like you should never have been born!"
Shade came awake with a start, he sat up and glanced around the camp with a sigh. Leaning forward he stirred the fire back into life. In the fog of early dawn he waited for the sun to rise, and the last lingering traces of the nightmare to fade. A murmur drew his attention and Shade glanced over the small spotted cat-fox was curled up on his pack, tail twitching as she slept. Shade smiled slightly at his one and only friend, but it did not quite reach the jaded look in his eyes.
A bell tolled in the distance and Shade looked toward their next destination. On the ridge the camp gave a full view of the valley, the city of Altdorf was beginning to wake.
Coden Desaret climbed slowly through the foilage. His body moved gracefully through branches, barely shifting the dew that had settled on the leaves. Over his shoulder a large white wolf carcass bulged, distrubing what he had left unnoticed. The scene seemed as if it was just sleeping on the hulking man's shoulder. The forest knew better. The reckage that had been left by the beast had been put to an end by Coden, and it seemed grateful. The branches seemed to bend out of the way, creating an easy and simple path towards his destination.
A single elf stood in the distance, watching eagerly for for the mercenary he hired. His golden eyes slowly rolled across the landscape, until they suddenly froze square on the Human.
"You finished him?" The elf said simply.
Coden made no movement to speak; he spilt the contents of his shoulder onto the floor with a sickening thud. The elf looked down for a second, and smiled.
"Good job." Reaching into his cloak, he produced a thick leather purse. Coden's outstretched hand was then filled with the money he earned. Nodding his head, he turned to leave.
"Head to the capital city." the elf said as the figured dissapeared. "I heard there is someone who can give you information on your family."
The human looked back. His eyes glittered with happiness. His mouth spread into a smile. "Thank you."
The elf was almost set back on the floor. Few hear Coden's voice.
(open for someone to meet him on the way to the city)
if you were to die today, would you be able to tell yourself that you did everything you wanted and everything you could?
* * *
life is a puzzle. want to put it together with me?
THere were no drum rolls on Tzeentch's side. The only sound came from the march of his army.
Tzeentch was in the back with his Staff.
On the other hand, in thhe lines of the Chaos Beasts, the war drum rolled heavily as they marched and were carried by their chariots.
Soon the battle would begin.
There was yet another sound aswell. The sound of rumbling as the angry Hell cannons (They are cannons that live and have a mind) rumbled to the battlefield ready to kill.
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James:
James was having a short vacation, in the capital. He was meeting his friend Kurt. A Witch Hunter he was by proffession that Kurt.
They were walking on a long street "Kurt so what have you been doing lately?"
Kurt Shurgged "The same."
"killing chaos and hanging withces?"
"Yes."
They bummbed soon into a elf.
(Billy and Rubric. Continue please.)
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
Two men, one bearing the trademark garb of a witch-hunter, nearly bowled Talon over in their hurry down the street. This kind of thing didn't happen in the Elven quarter, but there the streets were wider and the inhabitants more placid. In his home quarter there would be a brief exchange of apologies before the pedestrians moved on, but not here, not in these times.
The two men reached for sheathed blades, and only recognition on the face of the inquisitor stopped the confrontation turning deadly.
"Talon?" the man asked.
Talon did a double-take. the face beneath the witch-hunter's hat was familiar.
"Kurt?" a short pause, "Well? Are you going to run me through?"
Kurt looked bemusedly at the semi-sheathed blade in his hand before ramming it back in its case; gesturing to his companion to do likewise.
"Not today Talon, I'm too busy. James," he gestured toward Talon, "this is Talon Nimhedu, an Elven mage who helped the Temple of Sigmar and I cleanse a certain cult of tzeentch in the catacombs. Talon," he indicated James, "this is James, a swordsman who's helped me out of more than one particularly sticky situation in the past.
The swordsman and mage exchanged greetings.
"What are you doing in the merchants quarter?" asked James.
"I need a few units of Black Lotus, the elves don't stock it and I need it for...well I just need it." Talon finished lamely, clearly not wishing to air his reasons for purchasing that particular poison in the middle of a busy street.
Kurt slapped him on the shoulder, "well not anymore. I've got a job for you, it'll be just like old times." The Witch-hunter managed to keep a severely straight face as he said this, causing Talon to think of their last 'adventure'. Pink horrors of Tzeentch and crazed cultists armed with fireballs were not easily forgotten.
On the other hand, as a magic-user it would not be wise to get on the bad-side of a witch-hunter.
"Very well, where are we off to?"
*Bit of a lead in Billy...* *Vampires you have to do your own lead ins*
So you're going to kill a god. Sure. But what happens next?
The sun was hot that day, he had runaway. The young elf boy must of covered at least 100 miles on his horse, Ume. Shippo had wanted to leave the forest for a while; however compared to elf years he was still only a baby. Since elves can live for a very long time. The boy wanted to be on fun adventures and see the cities. He was unfortunately very naive.
Scowling, Shade reached up and rubbed Dusk on the head. The little animal spirit purred, as she was draped across Shade's shoulders. "You just had to come in the east gate didn't you Dusk? There are three other gates we could have used, what's wrong with them?"
Flicking her tail, Dusk surveyed the street with bright, fascinated eyes. "Well for one thing, the closest one is a two hour walk from here. I was kind of hoping to eat before lunch. Besides this gate is just as good as the others what's wrong with it?"
Shade grimaced, ice-blue eyes scanning the crowd restlessly. "The east gate goes to the elven quarter."
"And you don't like elves." Dusk nodded sagely. "But you're a half-elf, does that mean you don't like yourself?"
He shook his head, his eyes following a trio of men, who were come towards him. Two of them were human, but the other, he was a high elf. "Dusk?"
Kurt looked up from the high elf and saw it. There was a person, with a familiar.
"James, that person is not a registered wizard is he?"
James looked at the person as well "No. Doesen't look like one."
"And he has a familiar."
"So it seems." Said Talon.
"That means he is a practiser of witchcraft." He said and walked to Nightshade.
James looked as the witch hunter walked to the half-elf.
He saw Kurt drawing out his sword and putting it on Nightshades throath "You are an unregistered wizard, with a familiar. Therefor you are counted as a practiser of the dark arts. How do you answer?"
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
