RP- The Shroud descends

Now the cold was getting to Vesuvis. He deeply wanted to appreciated a nice warm bath. Vos had already kindled a small fire under a pot of snow. It would take a while before it would warm up to bathing tempatures. In the meantime, he would have to deal with the flurry of activities that had suddenly appeared around him. First the witch girl and her devil-son, then a group of strange rude people and finally the most disgusting man he had ever seen. Vesuvis was highly displeased at this sudden turn of events.

The woman looked back, disgusted, then spoke, "we look for the female assassin, now let us follow her, or die along with her."

"I think she went that way," Vesuvis pointed in a random direction, "If you do kill her, I want 20% of whatever bounty, loot or glory there is, as I did indeed help you. Without me, your search would be in vain."

Vesuvis then turned to Frost and whispered ever so quietly, "The girl is cute."

 

The wind howled as a solitary figure marched onward. Ahead, the Ironspine Mountain range.
Icy wind whipped his bare arms, and he held just a hilt of a once-great sword in his hands.

A howl. Followed by a chorus of unearthly shrieks... He looked around expectantly. It was dusk, and a faint light gleamed in the pines shade. Fire.
He crouched and walked slowly towards them, picking up a long branch on his way. Quietly, he snapped the end off to create a sharp, jagged top. Perfect for giving free splinters. The light was invasive now, and Ugos the Orc had to keep down to avoid being caught in it's flaming glare.
At last, he saw the fire's creators; Hags! What were such demonic creatures doing around these parts? They worshiped evil, and the greatest evil of all... was Gorth.

He has awoken...

 

He turns his head to see figures in the distance, he gets a crooked smile and runs for Zetan

 

Zetan sees the disgusting creature running towards him. He simply gets up and walks towards him.

 

He swings his arm back as he approaches Zetan and prepares to rip skin ~

 

// Sorry to let you hang but I need to go sleep. :p Will reply in the morning with my mind clear.

 

Frost saw the creature bolting towards the child, he had to make a choice, try to save Aspathe from those hunters, or save the child. He chose Aspathe, quickly he leaped towards one of them, sword ready and teeth bared. The sword cut the oldest one across the stomach and he sank his sharp teeth into his neck, a fatal blow. He stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth.

 

//Is it too late to join? If so, no problem. If I join am I still allowed to play my character? Thanks.

//Thnx zollie :D, don't worry, I actually like being a bad guy >:3

Name: Kylar (formerly known as Pedarius)
Race: Fallen Angel
Age: 281 Selinieth Years (1000 Human Years)
Specialties: Ultimate Creation Magic (much of which he has no idea of any longer)(he touched powder, so he lost his memory, in Exchange for Ultimate Creation Magic, original Angels only have Creation Magic,
Appearance: White hair. Vibrant, very slightly tanned skin. No trace of wings on back. One white band around each arm. Bands glow when magic is used.

Back Story:
Pedarius was a vibrant Angel, created by the 'Creator' to act as the guardian of Selinieth along with several others. He, together with several others created the fabled flying kingdom Selinieth. With the 'Creator''s orders to watch over the Kingdom, they created a city, then a kingdom. They linked hands and together lifted up the kingdom, high into the sky, where they could observe the vast land below without their existence ever being known. However, they were unable to observe the land with such a small number of pairs of eyes. The 'Creator' knowing this, instantly sent forth a glowing body of mass. The brilliant aurora descended upon them slowly and landed into the middle of the kingdom...soon it's light dimmed and a vast white sheet of powder was seen on the ground. The Angels, curious, looked up to the 'Creator' for an answer...no...anything...just a wood...but they received no reply. Daring not to touch the powder in fear of the consequences, they made a rule among themselves.

Soon, the Angels found a way to solve their inability to have many eyes. It was reproduction. However, Pedarius was left out. He was the most ugly amongst all the Angels and no female chose him, leaving him as the sole Angel without a mate. Angered and depressed by such matters, he concluded to reside back in the palace at the center of the city, and play games with the younger Angels.

As he grew older in age, the hole in his heart grew bigger, and one day, his mind burst, and all his held emotions flowed out. He asked: "Why me? Why did the Creator not make a mate for me? What's wrong with me? Why am I the most ugly?". The other Angels simply laughed at him and continued in their observations of the vast land below, which was now named Loth, decided by all 6 of those Angels (Pedarius's opinion was not considered).

Enraged, his eyes darted everywhere. The younger Angels decided he had gone mad, and discontinued to communicate with him. Thus, he lived on for another few decades (in Selinieth years).

One day, Pedarius sighted upon the white powder again. His curiosity had become great and had been fueled by the alienation and rejection of the Angel community. His mind tingled and sparked, and he thought: Why did the 'Creator' throw powder on our land? Did he do this to allow for us to use it? What other purpose could it serve?

Curiosity got the better of him. And as the saying goes: It's curiosity that killed the cat.
He reached out and touched the powder...
The first being in the whole known existence to make contact with the powder (except for the 'Creator')...nothing happened.

Not knowing himself, if he was delighted or disappointed, he suddenly grabbed a handful and started flinging it into the air. The powder settled, and some landed on him as he continued to fling powder into the air, a grin appeared on his face and soon it turned into a laugh.

The other Angels shrieked as they saw Pedarius tossing white powder around him while laughing. The 6 original Angels rushed to the scene and ripped Pedarius away from the shower of white powder. They immediately chained him up with their strongest magics combined and tossed him outside of the city and told him to leave, and never come back...

However, Pedarius was not in his right mind. He was half-mad. He laughed and flew , seemingly drunk, back into the city and was captured by the Angels. The Angels, however, did not carry out their law. They did not slay him immediately. After all, he was one of the originals, and he was the ugliest amongst them, perhaps decided by fate, perhaps decided by the 'Creator'. They pitied him. Soon a council was gathered and a verdict had been reached.

They took away every possession of his, and dressed him in plain white robes. They forced him to the edge of the kingdom, and with 3 swings of their arms, they ripped off his wings.

Pedarius shrieked in agony. It would be a pain he would never be able to forget. His wings disintegrated and he fell backwards, tumbling, screaming down to Loth.

Pedarius woke up in a forest. He remembered naught. Nothing of his past, not even the existence of Angels or the 'Creator'. His contact with the ground must have made him so. It would be another eternity until he remembered anything of his past.

EDIT:

The Angels became wary of such existences. Since Pedarius had touched the powder, yet come back, he was supposed to be slain and erased form existence. However, they did not do this...

They decided to create a set of laws, all which needed to be enforced without mercy.

They created a set of laws, strict codes of valor, judgement and kindness, despising wrong-doers. All Angels took oaths and vowed to the set of laws. Any who broke them would be banished forever and branded with a sunburst mark. The sunburst mark prevented any from re-entering the kingdom. However, they did not remove the 'criminals' wings.

 

//you may join as a villian. We need more of them :s

 

//He shall be a villain alright. Hehe.


He scanned his surroundings. Quite a few trees. The birds were singing and chirping. Fruit dangled from every third tree surrounding him. Soon he began to feel the urge to pick a fruit and put it inside his mouth. He dove at the fruit and consumed it in one go. The birds flew away in fright. But they did not escape from him.

A shadow emerged from the between the trees. Seemingly out of nowhere.

"Welcome Pedarius the almighty Angel. Welcome to Loth!"

Pedarius replied: "Me? An..an Angel? I...do not remember...anything...what is...an Angel? Are you talking to me? Am I...Pedarius?"

The man in the dark hood and robes seemed extreeeeeemely surprised...something sparked in his mind...

"No, no! Sorry Kylar! I was not talking to you! Haha! Very well Kylar, you've had your treat here, it's time to get back to the lair now, 'ey? Come, let us make haste!"

Kylar followed the mysterious man to his lair...

 

Zetan lifts up his hand, the fire magic starts, and a beam of fire shoots from his hand towards the creature. As the fire continues to flow from his hands, he decides that it's time to reveal his true form. He shape shifts back into his horrific form, and his claws, ready for the attack, grow longer as the fire still leaps from his now demonic hand.

 

Frost turned his head, seeing the child's true form. "I knew he was a bit weird," Frost decided it was time to ditch Vesuvis.
He never really liked him, he was a huge snob. He scratched a message into the ground, "GOODBYE -FROST" it read, he slinked away from the area…

 

//asdfghjkl I SOMEHOW UNFOLLOWED THE THREAD DDDDD:
So here I was, thinking the rp had gone inactive, and all the while you guys were posting away xD
Now that I've read all of the posts I missed (which took me over an hour ;_; ), I'll join in again :D and come up with some reason for me being gone...
Also I should probably tell the new roleplayers about my character xD
This is Ella, she's an Elf who's home town is Temor. Way back in the rp Temor got attacked by The Shroud. She's skilled in light magic and archery (:


Ella's eyes flickered open, to find herself lying face down in the dirt. She moaned, trying to sit up. But staying upright wasn't an easy task. A sharp pain throbbed through her skull and she slumped back to the ground.
What even happened? The last thing she remembered was a flash of light, a sharp pain, and falling to the ground.
She rolled over, staring into the soft blue sky.

Something was off... Ella's eyes came into focus to see blackened smoke clouds drifting through the sky, the burnt and crisp smell of danger was on the wind.

She sat up, ignoring her pounding headache. Where was her bow? She looked around franticly, in search of her weapon. Lost? Stolen? It turned out to be simply hiding under a nearby shrub.

With her quiver strapped to her back, and bow in hand, she began to trek towards whatever was smouldering on the horizon.


//Well I'm off to bed, will post again tomorrow C:

 

//I laughed so hard when Frost decided to save a fully grown female women who could defend herself over a small defenseless child. He might have been a demon, but Frost couldn't have known that.... xD


As Vos prepared the pot, a strange thing happened. A bag of corn kernals were left beside the pot. As the fire was burning, Vos noticed the bag expand much larger. He looked inside and saw all the kernals had exploded into a white puff. He decided to eat some. It tasted very fine.

Meanwhile, Vesuvis was watching the events unfold. The spawn of Aspathe had shown its true form. Or well, it had shown that it was able to fight. The other disgusting man exchanged blows with the child. It was such a strange sight that a child could square off with a man, Vesuvis giggled.

Behind me , the lizard man snuck away. It was not that Vesuvis didn't notice, it was more that he didn't really care. Still he decided to check out which direction he was going. He stomped along and discovered some strange etchings in the ground left by Frost. "Go? Goo? Good! by... no, its... " Vesuvis struggled to find what it read, "Good luck Vesuvis! Wow, what a nice guy."

Turning around Vos had ran back up to him and gave him the bag of exploded corn kernals. Vos said, "Milord, your bath is done."

"Ahhh excellent, my friend, I shall watch this struggle between a child and an ugly person from afar."

"Also, my lord, try these." Vos said and handed Vesuvis the bag. Vesuvis tried one and his eyes widened.

"These are delicious, Vos!" Vesuvis said. "I shall eat these as well."

In the pot Vesuvis observed the fight. Every now and then he popped a couple exploded corn kernals and laughed and giggled while he enjoyed his bath. It was a fun time. Entertainment and some delicious food.

 

// You do realize I shape shifted back into the Demon form, for from what I've read It breaks a lot of stuff...

 

// yeah I realized. I just didn't write his reaction. He kinda thinks asparagus is controlling zetan

 

// Umm, okay then..

 

// ugh I lots of mistakes . That's what I get for writing on my ipod
// keep in mind that I'm trying to role play vesuvis as an arrogant aristocrat, ignorant of things around him. What he thinks necessarily might not be true. With a world full of Angels and demons its hard for him to take things seriously xD

 

// I can tell..

 

Demonic Light Slaps the fire away, the fact that his body has been through so many changes.. pure magic is running through his veins it seems fire magic doesnt affect him like it used to. The demon within his body has noticed this and taken it as his advantage. He swings his unclawed hand shaped like a fist towards Zetan.