Legends of Arana (Fantasy RPG)

THE FIRST TIME Year: 0

Arana.

In the first time the world of Arana was a simple place, with only two continents, and only one known. Their names were Kalimdor, and Azeria. Azeria to this day remains unfound. On kalimdor their lived many birds, beasts, and marine life.

The Living, and the Sentient.

Of these, only very few could think for themselves as sentient. The greatest of these was the mythical dragon, which came in many flights, the red dragons of the crimson flame, the green dragons of the emerald dream, the bronze dragons of time, and perhaps the most...blunt of them all, the Black dragons of Deathwing. Also, living among the sentient were the Night Elves, who lived in simple tribes. They were much like the elves of today, they were slightly taller, stronger psychically, but their most distinguishing attribute is their appearance, they posses the same tranquillity and beauty as elves known today, but they're skin was a pale shade of purple, and their hair is blue. And of the marine life lived the Myriads, simple people, fish like, but even though they had gills and lived in the water, they, while not often, came on land, for they had lungs, feet and arms, these were webbed, but still evolution had fit them for both land and water.

The sentient. (In greater detail.)

The Dragons were strong, brave, agile, and for the most part noble beasts of honor and power. They were the world's guardians, given this task by the Elder Gods, who created Arana. The Night Elves lived mostly in forests, but were colored for the night, and were expert hunters and rangers. They relied not on strength, though they possed it, but finesse and agility to hunt. The Myriads were simple fish creatures, as is known above, swimming inland occasionally, hunting small rodents and other marine life. They lived mostly out in the reefs of the continents shore. Of these only the dragons knew anything of magic, for they were creatures of magic themselves, they possessed little of this ability, but it would grow in time.

NIGHT ELF http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b172/Liquid_Flame/NightElf.jpg
MRYIAD
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The End of the First Time.

This was how it was during the first time...until it ended...until the corruption, the taint, the end time...the demons.

THE SECOND TIME Year: 5000

Red Dawn

It is not known exactly how it happened, while most likely a natural step, a step towards a greater growth, but also...a step the Demons had been waiting for. The Night Elves learned magic, it was a simple magic, more Shaman like that anything, but still it was magic, soon the Myriads too learned this magic, this will be described later. The Dragons were disturbed slightly, something in the air, the earth, the very soul of the world had changed, and some of them could feel it...pulling, reaching...coming closer...they didn't know what it was, but it was a vast shadow of pure blackness, coming to consume them all, consume them just like many other worlds and realms, to fall them into utter Chaos, it was the Demons. They corrupted the Night Elves through their magic, we don't know how they affected them, but they did, the Myriads sensing the danger retreated into the ocean, they would not be seen again for more than a thousand years.

Dawn of War

The Night Elves' high priestess, her name translates into something like Moonshine, or Silver ray, gathered the equivalent to human nobles to herself, excluding the rest of her people, and together they began to open a portal in the fountain of life, where all the magic left behind by the Elder Gods was stored, the gods left this power not by action, but by merely being there. The rest of the Night Elves grew restless, and soon one of their Hero's name Khazar Sja-Khun learned what was happening, instantly the Night Elves rose into action, and ensued a bloody civil war.

The Seers and Guardians

At this time a small group of people referring to themselves as Seers showed up, what race they were is unknown, but they were very powerful, and along with Khazar, lead the Night Elves into battle with the Highborn. They overran the Citadel, but they were too late, the Demon poured into the world, and defeat was soon at hand when all dragon flights, Red led by Alezstraza, Green led by Khorune, bronze led by Nurohk, and black led by Deathwing flew into battle against the Demons, Deathwing betrayed his fellow dragons, he and his treacherous siblings turned against the people of Arana. But even though they suffered heavy losses, the people of Arana won the battle, only five Seer's survived, and most of the Dragons had been killed.

That was the end of the Second Time

THE END TIME Year 7800

The Eternal Rain

But the demons had one last plan, they broke the Magical barrier into the world, allowing their more powerful allies inside, (every world has a barrier) , but the Highborn has used the fountain of life to create the portal that had first allowed them access, when the barrier broke within the fountain, it resulted in a massive magical explosion, the largest in history, while it didn't affect the people or living things, Kalimdor was blown apart into three Continents, only one of these is now known, Lordaeron, Ashenvale, and Razaran. And all the magical essence was scattered over the world in a eternal celestial rain. This time lasted only one year, in which the lands drifted apart from each other.

THE ELDER DAYS Year: 7801

The Tree of Life

An acorn landed in the wreckage of the fountain of life, and from it grew the Tree of Life, nearly two hundred feet wide and almost three thousand feet tall, the tree of life grew from a single acorn, and shares a connection with the Night Elves, for they were all showered with the fountain's waters, the forests of Ashenvale are rich and lush as is most of their land, but the Night Elves swore never to use magic to a high degree again, all their magic they use is in their connection with nature, they are part of the land.

The Elven Kinds

The Highborn were exiled across the sea, and while the continents drifted apart they all landed on the shores of the land the humans would later call Azeroth. The continent of Razaran had been landed on, the Highborn became the Highelves, or just Elves, and they used their magic for good and healing, however some didn't want to give it up, where these elves live is unknown, but they are rare, powerful, dark, dangerous, and are known as the Blood Elves.

Razaran, and the Protectors

Man and Dwarf, along with many new creatures like Gnolls, Shackra (Much like Gnolls, but Rodents who live underground) , and Trolls developed. (Trolls of this RPG are taller than humans, they stand at about 8-12 feet depending on species and while they are very strong, and their arms are thick with muscle, their height makes them look skinny). Trolls had blue skin, and near one foot tusks, that start out horizontaly straight, but are jutted upwards about an inch from the mouth. The High Elves helped these creatures develop and the Dwarves and Humans grew into great civilizations. There were many wars fought in this age, the Human, Dwarves, and sometimes High Elves were essentially all on the same side, the wars involves the Centaurs, then later a massive Troll war, then the Gnolls, but it lasted less than a year. These were some of the three bloodiest wars in history, there were others, but these three wars were legendary, all more than 500 years apart, and at each one or two people, a Seer, and a Guardian, arrived to help the world through these times.

THE LAST AGE Year: 11000

The Orcs and Ogres

The Blood elves open a demonic portal into the world, the orcs, and their bigger brothers, the Orcs poured into the world, this was the largest war in history, it lasted nearly a hundred years, and though the two Seers and Guadrian arrived, one of the Seers was killed in battle, but the Orc's and Ogres are no longer as strong as they once were, just another one of the races on Razaran. The good force has won the battle, but the Demon portal was never found. Only one third of one of the two original Continents of the world is explored, and even that not totally. A few thousand years passed forming the countires and lands we know today.

Orcs

Orcs a green, about 7-9 feet in height, and heavily built, they are huge for their height, ripe with muscle and brawn they are NOT skinny, they seem brutish and stupid, but they aren't, it was a result of demon corruption, they have tusks at a maxi mun length of about 4-5 inches they are come out of the mouth already pointing up. Ogres are brown, and about 20ft in height, their tusks are only about 2 inches.

ORC - http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b172/Liquid_Flame/Orc.jpg

PRESENT Year: 13000

Seer and Guardian. (Radion and Alura) http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b172/Liquid_Flame/NewSeerandGuardian.jpg

WORLD MAP
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RAZARAN MAP
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RECCOMEND MAXIMIZING PICTURE SCREENS

RULES

-No goddmodding
-No posting your character sheet without PMing it to me first
-I am the host, and I will control the MAJOR parts of the PLOTLINE, but within the plot line your freedom will be near limitless
-You can be any traditional Fantasy race, but again PM me first. If you have a race you want to ask about. Ask it.
-This is a cooperation based RPG. Cooperate.
- CHARACTER SHEET
Played by:
Name:
Known as:
Race:
Weapons:
Powers:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Other: (Optional)
- Be fair, if you and three other characters are ambushed, you must remember that they will be reacting at the same time as you, so don%u2019t take down 5 of the 8 enemies, take down two or three and leave a fair amount for your fellows.
- Your sheet must be detailed, not five, three word sentences, also your sheet must follow the same or similar format as the rest.

what are the races?
are they like Warcraft

Well, LF said this one's good.

Played by: KingDubya
Name: Valdor
Race: Elf
Weapons: Longsword and dirk (wields them together)
Powers: Above average agility and hand-eye coordination
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance: Valdor wears dark brown breeches and a white overcoat. He usually has a green cloak on, though he throws it off during battles so it does not get in the way. He has blond hair and his eyes are hazel.
Personality: Valdor always tries his best to keep his mind on the task at hand. He can seem a little serious at times, but that is because he wants to get everyone to understand the point he's trying to get across.
History: Valdor started his life of a mercenary after he lost his family to the orcs. His parents had both been warriors who died fighting a large group of orcs that ambushed them. In this time, he had received training from a friend of the family, a Human named Guy. Guy had taught Valdor many fighting techniques and made him spend gruelling hours working on becoming more agile, by having him go through multiple obstacle courses, and to make his hands react faster, by firing arrows at him until he could catch at least three in a row without cutting himself. Guy, who had been a master at fighting with two weapons, was amazed at how quickly Valdor learned how to fight with the longsword and dirk and even more so when Valdor was able to defeat him in a sparrring match. When Valdor had finished his training, he bid farewell to Guy and set off to explore the land of Razaran and to eventually get revenge on the orcs who killed his parents.
Other: Always carries around paper and a quill for writing, since he enjoys it so. After a battle, he likes writing down exactly what happened so he can look back on it later on.

Originally posted by CaptainBen
what are the races?
are they like Warcraft

Originally posted by Liquid_Fire
-You can be any traditional Fantasy race, but again PM me first. If you have a race you want to ask about. Ask it.

((I have taken alot of races from warcraft, but they are not exactly the same, the elves are more like Lord of the Rings with that mystical aura about them. Being beautiful and all. You can be any traditional race though, just PM me your sheet first.))

((These races are ONLY ones I could think of. PM for a different one.))

Races of Arana

Night Elf

Nightelves were one of the first sentient races on Arana, along with the Myriads and Dragons they were the people. However, when the demons came, and the world was shattered , they faded into history, and quickly lost in time. Much like the elves we know, but they are less tranquil, their skin and a light purple, and their hair is blue.

Myriad

A water dwelling creature that has no problem coming on land, the Myriads are considered hostile, no one is sure they even speak, we cannot understand them, though a few incidents of one speaking a known language are scattered throughout history. Though they were only discovered about two thousand years ago, they are one of the oldest races on Arana.

Centaur

An odd creature, the majority of the species is considered hostile, but a few of them posses more sight than their brothers, and live peacefully among the other peoples of Razaran. Often called half-breed, for they have the body and legs of a horse, as well as torso and head of a man. They live wildly, and as a result, their average Centaur is physically stronger than the average human.

Orc

Tall, seven to nine feet in height, and all muscle, Orcs were corrupted by demons, the same ones that invaded our own world Arana many millennia ago, the Blood Elves seized their chance and opened a portal, linking our two worlds. The corrupted Orcs, gone mad with blood lust, poured into our world, and laid waste to one of the Ancient Kingdoms, which is now known as the Great Expanse. Orcs are much stronger than humans in brute force, and though they seem harsh and stupid, those that have gotten rid of the corruption posses near the same amount of intellect as a human. Orcs remain an enemy of the good people. Recently, they have tamed dragons.

Troll

Originally from Arana, at one time they were part of the Orcish horde, they stand from about 9 to eleven feet in height, and are taller than Orcs, making them less thick with their muscle, though they are not weak, in fact their strength is just less than, if not rival to, the Orcs. Their tusks are like Orcs, but they come straight out at first, then jut upwards. They are nearly a foot long.

Ogre

The Orcs bigger brother, most of them have two heads, they stand at about ten to fifteen feet in height, they are stupid. They came from the Orcs’ home world as well. They are very big, very strong, and very violent. Avoid them at all costs. They have a thick skin.

(High)Elf

Originally the Highborn of the Night Elves, they were the ones who were cast out, and landed upon Razaran. They are immortal, only killed in battle. A usually tranquil and mystical species, more to intellect than brute force, they live in the larger forests of Razaran. Their hidden capital of Silver Moon lies within Ashwood, the biggest forest on Razaran. However, when they mobilize with war, their finesse of hundreds of years of training, and their strength crush all opposition.

Blood Elf

Originally the Highborn of the Nightelves, they refused to see the light, and are still corrupt. Their skin is a pale gray, and they are dark, powerful, and insidious. No one knows where they live, just that they exist.

Dragon

The mythical dragon, once a complete and noble species, all of the flights lived in harmony, and they fulfilled their role as the words Guardians…until the demons came. With the betrayal of Deathwing, some of the species became corrupt, and they were hunted down. Very few of them remain, and only a small amount knows their former glory.

Dwarf

Dwarves, much like humans, though shorter, are stronger on average. They are ripe with brawn, and live in the mountains. However a few of the Airies dwarves ride griffons and live ON the mountains.

Gnoll

Gnoll, a bipedal Hyena like species, strength factors and such are unknown, but they cant form into one nation, and are scattered all over Razaran. Very hostile, should be avoided.

Mordoc

Like the Gnoll, but a rodent species that is subterranean

Played by: Secret_Identity
Name: Eniva
Known as: Eniva
Race: Human
Weapons: An elven sword that she spent many years toiling over to make herself. It is made from a very thin yet durable metal. It is surprisingly light, even more-so than the usual elven blades, due to her unique crafting skills. Stronger than iron or bronze, her sword is perhaps her most valuable possession. It's got beautiful vineyard patterns running the blade.
Powers: Eniva has recently learned that she has some form of magical ability. Although she has not yet thoroughly explored this new talent, she may summon it when she wishes, although because of her limited knowledge on such power, she uses it only in the most desperate times of need.
Occupation: Rebel/Ranger
Appearance:
Personality: Eniva is a bright, but somewhat mischievous girl who is always looking forwards to some action, but hates the consequences. She is curious, but usually able to hold her tongue, just as well as her emotions. The rogue is intelligent, although Eniva tries to hide it. She is a good enough fighter, but prefers to avoid it, in any case to avoid injuring either herself or somebody who doesn’t really deserve it.
History: Eniva has no clear memory of her parents, and very much of her past seems to have been erased. Bothered deeply by this, one of her main goals is to find out who she is, or who she was, and perhaps one day be reunited with her old friends and family.
Other: Eniva has a mysterious amulet that she has had as long as she can remember. She is certain that this artifact is something from her past. The pendant is silver, and set in the middle of it is a cool, black coloured stone. In her dreams, that are often unclear and disturbing, the amulet often appears, glowing brightly, warning her of some danger. She wonders often if these dreams have to do with her past, distorted memories jumbled together into a confusion of violence and pain, or if it is a warning of things to come.

http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a384/Enchanted_Twilight/Character2.jpg

http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a384/Enchanted_Twilight/Character.jpg

SECRET IDENTIY'S CHARACTER

((YOU CAN START))

It was not hidden news that several people had reported seeing the "Protectors" individually called the Seer and the Guardian. They had been in existence as far back as histrory was recorded, even the High Elves, who say they came from another land long ago, say they went back beyond even their recorded history. And what lent even more merit to the statement was that the Captain, and Noble, Arthas had said he'd not only seen Radion, clad in his legendary armour, but in fact he had spoken to him, Radion had commented him on his skill! So, it was that both kingdoms, Archeron, and Azeroth, had both been in a merrier mood, and the Kings were going to meet in the Arcane Sanctuary in Archeron, it was easier to access being on the shoreline.

Arthas: http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b172/Liquid_Flame/Captain.jpg

The Baron opened the doors, and was assaulted by a wave of noise, he saw Captain Arthas forcing his way through the crows, looking throughally harassed. He forced his way through the cloud and they both slammed the great red oak doors shut with a bang. Arthas let out a breath and leaned against the wall, the Baron gave a sympathetic look. "That bad is it?" He asked.

Arthas nodded, "You have no idea, I practiacally got assaulted." He smiled and held out a hand, "It's good to see you again Lothar." After a shake of hands they both made their way to the lower council chamer, where people who weren't members of the Order of Archeron met and discussed things of importance

Both Kings, and all eye turned as the two friends entered the chamber, the room fell silent. King LaLane of Archeron frowned. "Sir Arthas, you are late." He was of course completely aware of what had happened, but he liked to push his people around, with good humour of course.

Arthas dropped to one knee, "Milord...I was delayed, first I was ambushed by some bandits, me and my men chased them down, only two escaped." He smiled and looked up at the King, "Then I was mobbed outside these walls, had it not been for Lothar I would have never gotten inside at all."

LaLane smiled, "Lothar, let your deeds be known throughout the land, you dove into the mass of senseless people at your own peril, and rescued one of Archeron's Champions! You shall be hailed as a hero for centuries!" He game a dramatic wave of his hands. "You can both take your seats now."

"Wait!" Somone shouted, "What did the Guardian look like...what did he say?!" The King paused, and then nodded. "Yes, let us hear."

Arthas gave a nervous swallow, "Well...he was a little over a foot taller than I, and we were both wearing armor so some of that height must have been from his armour, which was much more appealing than mine, and thicker, I assume to suit him. He was more physically impressive than I...and he commented me on my skill."

The kings and ambassadors soon began their talk, for once they were all agreed on something, it was more a reunition, they talked and chattered over the rumours, and told history even though most knew it all already.

XornonJay wrote on 10-02-2005 04:57 PM:
Played by: XornonJay
Name: Narku Blackgem
Known as: Nark
Race: Dwarf
Weapons: war ax on his back, a small ax for close quaters, and a dagger
Powers: none
Occupation: Dwarf ranger/warrior
Appearance:

Personality: lighthearted and fun to be around. Likes a good pipe and mug of ale whenever he can get one, but as soon as the fighting starts, he turns into a blood thirsty machine. He loves the rush of a good fight, and never fails if he has your back.

History: grew up under the mountains in dwarven lands. Lived a good life, and was part of a proud family. His grandfather, Nek Blackgem, was a dwarven ranger, and was a legend, which is why Nark took up the occupation of ranger. He loves venturing through the natural caves, getting lost for days, and then finding his way back. He also enjoys the "outdoors", and regularly goes into the woods to stauk prey, which is hard for many dwarves, seeing as they are usually very clumbsy. He was satisfied with his life in the mountains until he heard tales of the Seer and Gaurdian being spotted. Nark enjoyed history, and studied as many books as possible, even elven books (behind his families back of course). In his enthusiasm to be like his grandfather, he rushed off into the world along with his twin brother, in search of some answers.

Played by: XornonJay
Name: Rador Blackgem
Known as: Rad
Race: Dwarf
Weapons: dagger that he keeps in his cloak sleeve
Powers: (short list of regular spells): Flame, Unlock, Fireball, Haste, Long Light, Ice Bolt
Occupation: Dwarven Mage
Appearance:

Personality: kind of serious, not very talkitive, but when he does talk, its usually very wise, and he should be heeded. However, when both he and his brother are drunk, they are the life of any party.

History: He grew up with his brother. However, while his brother was out tracking, or getting lost, Rad was reading about the ancient magic. He loved the thought of being able to use and control magic. Eventually, his dream came true, and an ancient dwarven mage came to the caves for a week. During that week Rad found out that the mage was an outcast, sent to live in the deep forests because many of his brethren view magic as witchcraft. Rad sought this mage out, and asked to be taught. When the mage refused and Rad asked why, all the ancient dwarf said was "I will not let you ruin your life, as I have ruined mine". Outraged, Rad saw the mage every day, and everyday the mage said no. Finally, on the last day, the mage asked why Rad wanted to be a mage. Rad answered by saying this "Because every fiber of my body yerns to use magic. Its what I want to do, and I will find a way to do it without you old one." At this, the ancient mage agreed to train Rad, and in secret, Rador becames a very strong mage. Only Nark knew of Rad's use of magic, and they trained together, using each others strengths as tools. Rad would call on Narks stregth to use greater magic, and in turn, Rad would case spells on Nark's weapons to stregthen his attack. Together, they now search for the Gaurdian and Seer.

(all the spells this character uses is here; http://maxpages.com/dbexile3db/Mage_Spells; if you ever need to reference a spell, i'll use these.

As the two dwarf brothers Narku and Rador made there way through the bustling crowd of a large city in Archeron, they couldn't help but feel slightly...well, dwarfed. The city sat against the coast, and many of the men walking the streets were rather large sailors.

At a quick glance, the brothers almost looked like two little boys walking down the street dressed up to go play in the forest out side the city. But as soon as someone took a moment to see if they recognized the boys, they quickly realized that the two short men were in fact, dwarves. The dead give aways for the dwarven race is their thick braided beards and stone hard faces. No man, whether sea man or murder could have the emotionless look that most dwarves have.

These two were different though. Though they both sported the traditional dwarven beard, which is in fact a dwarfs pride and legacy, the twins faces both beamed with a kindness and lightheartedness that many of their race only shard with close friends and relatives. One was almost inclined to walk up to the dwarfs and ask why thier day was so happy. No one did of course, but had anyone, the answer would have been nothing. The dwarves were just happy; happy to be out, and happy to be adventuring together.

"So what is the name of this town anyway Rad," asked Nark in dwarven, a rich language that rolled like thunder off the tongue.

"I'm not sure brother, but we need supplies, and this is the only port in miles. Besides," Rad added with a gleam in his eyes, "sailors always have good gossip. Theres bound to be news of the Gaurdians around here somewhere."

After a short walk, the brothers found there way to the gossip headquaters of all cities; the tavern. The brothers went to a booth and took a seat, as close to the middle of the room as possible, trying to hear as many of the conversations as possible. After a while, the news of a lone soldier encountering a Guardian reached the dwarves ears. And soon after that, word of a giant meeting of both human nations was mentioned.

"Did ya hear that brother?" asked Rad, a slight smile on his face.

"I did indeed. I think we should visit this giant human party. Perhaps we can find out more about this fellow who saw the Gaurdian." And with that, the twins were on there way again, heading south down the coast line to a place called the Arcane Sanctuary.

((hope thats okay, just wanted to get my characters moving))

The guards shifted in front of the large doors, one of three leading into the sanctuary, each on heavily guarded. They eyed the two coming. The two guards, dressed in ornate navy blue and gold armour, crossed spears in front of the two dwarves. One of them looked down at the dwarves, "Your not allowed in here, unless you have permitted access. Don't try casting a spell on us either, these suits are enchanted, and you will be viewed as a hostile."

Valdor had arrived in Archeron searching for a job. Walking through the streets, he looked for the nearest tavern, for one to find anyone willing to pay him to do something and to listen to the latest rumors, as he had learned to always pay attention to them. Arriving at the Lizard's Tongue, Valdor pulled his hood over his head to hide the fact he was an elf; some people he had been employed by in the past felt a bit insecure around him due to his heritage. Walking in, he sat at a small table to allow only one possible employer to sit at a time making sure to keep his blades visible as they rested in their sheaths.
Eavesdropping on various conversations, Valdor discovered that a knight of one of the human nations had met with the Guardian and the leaders of both nations were meeting not too far away from the city the tavern was in. Leaning back, Valdor thought to himself, "Well, this sounds interesting. Maybe I should check this out, see if any profit can be made," and with that, set off for the Arcane Sanctuary.

She wore a dark green cloak, the hood of which was drawn up over her head, concealing her features as she made her slow way to a tavern that she frequently visited, liking the way there was few people, and those that were there seemed cheerful enough, or kept to themselves, like she did. Behind her to her right loomed the beautiful Arcane Sanctuary, where a crowd was gathered, keeping most roads in Dalaran clear. She smiled to herself; the people seemed so excited about the news, that the two Protectors had shown their faces…while she knew that it brought ill fortune, and that their arrival was not a good thing. “For when do they ever show up except in times of grave peril?” She whispered to herself as the bells tinkered on the tavern door when she entered.

“Eniva! How are you? Woodlands treating you well?” exclaimed the owner. He was a husky man, and towered over the ranger, who merely smiled and responded, “The woods is always friendlier than most men. But that doesn’t exactly apply here.” She removed her hood, revealing her raven hair, her green eyes laughed. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a while, things are getting wilder out where there are fewer people.” Her expression turned grave, but it passed quickly, and she ordered a drink and took a seat in the common room by the door in a corner. The thought of how dark things had been increasing in the forests and all around was disturbing, for there were few rangers willing to do what they are meant for. Eniva had been attacked twice on her way just to the city. Things were clearly getting bolder.

Remembering those attacks, she unconsciously reached to her left arm. She should have gotten it looked at…she knew it was infected with poison, she saw the stuff dripping from the spider’s mouth and claws. She hid a wince, as she touched the venomous wound, feeling her cloak stick sickeningly to the frothing, bloody wound and pull slowly away after. A barmaid nodded to her as she gave the ranger her ale, and Eniva smiled half-heartedly in return. She sighed as she began her drink, lost in thought, in no quick hurry to see anything or any one, being from around these parts herself.

OOC: I hope you don't mind that I described the Arcane Sanctuary as I imagine it looks.

Arriving at the city near the Arcane Sanctuary, Valdor gazed at the monument. It was a very large building, surrounded by pillars and topped with a white dome. The large doors, which there were pairs of at each compass point (North, South, East, West), were made of red oak, which made them stand out against the marble walls. While standing there admiring the building's beauty, he was pushed roughly aside by a man who wanted to get closer to the doors, not to admire, but to try and gain entrance. One look at the man showed he would be refused entry, due to his attire and how he did not seem much like a political leader. Sighing, Valdor turned and looked for the nearest tavern once again, hoping to find a job that would bring him somewhere close to this knight who had met the Guardian.

OOC: Ach! I was going to describe it in my next post...however the white pillars and dome part describe the Chamber part verly well, but that's less than half of the building. I wrote it down somwhere...I cant find the file.

Originally posted by Liquid_Fire
OOC: Ach! I was going to describe it in my next post...however the white pillars and dome part describe the Chamber part verly well, but that's less than half of the building. I wrote it down somwhere...I cant find the file.

Rador chuckled to himself, and Narku's rumbling laughter filled the area.
"No need to get in a huff lad," said Nark, wiping tears from his eyes. "I'm Narku Blackgem, and this is my brother Rador Blackgem. And before you can tell us you don't care and go away, I care to explain our presence here at your door."

A look of annoyance crossed the guards face, but before they could say anything, Nark launched into his explaination.

"We are merely looking for information about the young lad who says he saw the Guardians, and we don't want any trouble of any kind. If you could tell us where to find him, or if he's behind those doors your guarding, like I think he is, could you tell him that we only wish to speak with him for a brief moment."

Played by: Darth Extecute
Name: Thuzad
Known as: Thuzad
Race: Dragon
Weapons: Non
Powers: Thuzad is a great flyer and he has the abillity to spread fire mostly trough his mouth.
Occupation: Guardian of Death
Appearance: http://www.planetdiablo.com/zyel/images/Red%20Dragon.jpg
Personality: Angry, Brutal, Ruthless, Dangerous and Agressive
History: Grew up in the dark caves together with Reszad and their bigger sister Vahzad. They in the first century came pretty well together without argueings and so on, however Thuzad grew big and gave himself the title of Death. Thuzad have dedicated his life in protecting death. He have tried to keep the balance between life and death, and also he have been trying to avoid his brother that think what Thuzad is doing is wrong. Thuzad who is the guardian of death on the other hand dont like what Reszad who is the guardian of life is doing and think that Reszad is wrong. All their life Thuzad have been in fight with Reszad more or less.

Played by: Darth Extecute
Name: Reszad
Known as: Reszad
Race: Dragon
Weapons: Non
Powers: Reszad has the abillity to fly high and strong. Also he is able to spread ice in many ways.
Occupation: Guardian of Life
Appearance: http://www.artwork-by-arco.com/Art/Dragons/ICE%20DRAGON.jpg
Personality: Kind, Helping, Caring, Carefull, Respecting.
History: Grew up in the dark caves together with Thuzad and their bigger sister Vahzad. They in the first century came pretty well together without argueings and so on, however Thuzad grew big and gave himself the title of Death and thats why Reszad gave himself the title of life, mostly to protect from Thuzad. Reszad have his life dedicated himself in aiding and protecting all races from both evil forces and themselfs, also keeping Thuzad away as much as possible. He have commen to the conclusion that dragons is the rightfull guardians of life and nature, that all living need them. He is what to call it, an peace maker.

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The guards didn't budge. "Prince Arthas is in the main council chamber with every other important person in known land, and he's speaking right now. You don't have an invitation, you can't go in. Sorry." He said. He shifted the spear so it was no longer in the way as much, less threatening.