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This is where you tell the story of your Demon Swords character. For Bobthedestroyer22, wackamack1, me (hoboboy119), Moojl, and speedylugia. I will start mine in the post after this. |
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As I stare upon the vast plains, I think of lightning, and there was lightning, I think of thunder, and there was thunder. "I wonder how this can be?" I thought. I stare down at the sword I had recently found. It had strange markings, old markings, older than time itself. Right that instant I heard an explosion on the mountains far off. I look, there are two people. I start to think, "Maybe they can help me figure this out..." So I run, faster than I ever had before, to meet the people. Once I finally got to the mountains, I noticed they were fighting. I then began to think that if I became involved there would be trouble, deep trouble. So for that reason, I hid in a tree. After they finished their brawl, I met one of the two men. He showed my his sword, it too had the old markings, he called it Samera. Once he noticed I was completely clueless about the situation, he took me under his wing, as his apprentice. I had no choice but to accept, for I could not learn the the ways of this blade on my own...
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elpooTJoin Date: 2010-01-18
Post Count: 234 |
I was wandering a large forest, hopelessly lost. I was there for many days. Then, out of the fog, a small temple appeared. It was amazing! Collums of torches made of gold, bronze, and silver! I slowly entered the temple, and there! There was a giant book, with cryptic writing all over it! I opened the book, and light filled the room. A short man with a blue cloak and black trimmings appeared with the light. "What are you?" I asked. The strange man answered with another language that I didnt know. But, strangely, in my mind i knew what he was saying. "In the book, lies the answers." Then, the light dissappeared, and he was gone. I started blankely and opened the book. This time, instead, the room became pitch black. A man coated in black, golden lined robes appeared within the darkness. I asked the same question, and he said the same thing. Finnally, i opened the book to the first page. There were strange letters of every language, every time, and everything! I suddenly understood the world around me! There were drawings as well. I looked at them, and discovered that they were blue prints to something! The drawing showed a shortsword. I saw, understanding who the two men were. For the sword, was blue on one side, and black on the other, a hilt of black and gold. I took the book from the pedastal, and ran back home. There, I Forged the strange, and powerful sword, with my new and strange knoledge. The sword was finnally finished, in a time of seven days. I then went off to train in the mountains with this strange new sword. One blow, and dozens of trees blew apart! I soon realised its powers. This new sword, caused explosions...Wind! For each blow! I stared at the sword about thirty minutes. Then, the two men appeared, but as one! It was a man with a black robe and blue trimmings. "we shall be waiting for you, to call our name." Suddenly, i word came into my head, no...Three words! This sword had three forms! The first, was the basic sword i had forged. The second, was a dark blue sword with a black hilt. The word for that one was, Full Moon. The second form, was pitch black. It was called, New Moon. Then, the most terrifying form of all...Was the Pluton! It was a long blade, and its swing alone caused an earthquake! This, was a grey longsword. I ran back home, and created the other pictures in the book. I then put the small book in my pocket, as it was just a hand-book. I put the swords in my hands and walked back to the mountains. "Such strange abilities!" I thought. While i was walking through the mountains, i saw another man. He reached out his hand, and one of the swords was gone. It was the large, bright blue one. i unsheathed Pluton, and called its first name.... |
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Very long, but epic all the same! I did see a few spelling errors but, I knew what you meant! |
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MOOJLJoin Date: 2010-03-27
Post Count: 12241 |
I sit in my house. My small, dull, village house. I sit, sit, sit. And wait. For what? Why do I care? My village is full of people that don't have anything to do. Our village is a so-called "Utopian community", where everything is perfect without any labor. We have food, we have water. And it's good food, and good water. But, what fun is this? None. I'm forbidden to do anything, anything at all. Why? I'll "mess up our Utopian balance" as the village elder says. So, I sit, sit, sit. Finally! A man covered in a Dark Blue Robe walks through our magnificent village gates. He walks, and I hope, no. I pray he stops to talk with me, no matter how little of importance it would be. D-Did he hear me? He must have, for here he comes, walking my direction! Wait... what's that poking out of his robe? Fire...? But, it's... Such an odd color... It's... uh... Is that... blue and... black?!?! Those colors aren't allowed in my village! Why has he not been cast out of the village?!?! Our natural Utopian guardians must be messed up! Hm. Oh! Here he comes! I'll talk to him... *Narrator: After a long discussion, Moo realizes he is different. This strange man is from a far land, and is here to find the legendary wielders of the sword demons. He is one of those wielders.* Wait... swords can't have demons! They don't have souls! *Old Man: These swords do... their original owners died wielding them in combat. They were so attached to their swords, that they were destined to be with them always. The souls of the slain warriors were absorbed by the hilt of the sword, which exhibits an aura, giving the wielder magic powers. Take the Corpse young lad, run! Run into the nearby forest, you should find a hollow tree. Hide in it until I can find you, and guide you to the other wielders!* Uh, what!?!?! Ok, uh... It'll give me something to do... *Old Man: HURRY!!!!* Yes, sir! *Moo grips the sword, swinging it around in a flash of gleaming light.* Wow... it's so much lighter than I imagined! *Moo takes off for the forest, unaware of what destiny has in store for him.* |
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elpooTJoin Date: 2010-01-18
Post Count: 234 |
(before what happened when i created the demon swords) I stood there, watching. I felt the cold breeze whisp away, past my ears. My village, in ashes. The village hall, in shambles, the mess hall, in flames still. I was the only survivor. The army village had been completely destroyed, by five men. We killed three of the five. the other two killed the villagers and soldiers. They escaped. I was hiding in a mining shaft in the hills. A voice spoke in my head "We are not your enemies." It said. I could not understand it. Could it be the two who burned our camp to cinders? I must have my revenge. It shall come, soon enough. I walked out of the mine, exhausted. I was running all day, using the mine as a quick rest. The camp was on a small island, I needed to find a way off. While i was thinking, i wandered around. I came upon a forest, and slowly walked inside, thinking "I cannot go back. I must avenge my comrades.".... |
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(im making changes to my bio)
My name is Dilan. For I am an elf, not a weak elf in stories. I am strong, stronger than the average man. I live in a forest guild, but when food was scarce, I was sent to find it. I had traveled for miles without luck. I had tripped over a tree root near the outskirts of the forest, and before my eyes, a temple started to rise out of the ground. I began to think, "What is this?" "Am I dreaming?" I began to walk towards the temple. I could see it had marks of lightning. I started walking in without taking caution of the danger I was getting into. When I made it deep in the temple, a lightning bolt shot at my head! I ducked! For it seemed that I was not supposed to be here, because lightning shot at my head for what seemed like hours! Finally, the lightning stops as I approach a blade. I noticed that the blade seemed as if it was controlling the electricity. It must have thought I was worthy of being its owner because it did not do anything when I took it from the temple. After the temple was out of sight, I noticed as were the trees. There was just grass, miles and miles of tall yellow grass. I began to think, "I must be in the plains" As I stare upon the vast plains, I began to think of the temple which made me think of lightning, and there was lightning, I began to think of thunder, and there was thunder. "I wonder how this can be?" I thought. I stare down at the sword I had recently found. It had strange markings on the hilt, old markings, older than time itself. Right that instant I heard an explosion on the mountains far off. I look, there are two people. I start to think, "Maybe they can help me figure this out..." So I run, faster than I ever had before, to meet the people. Once I finally got to the mountains, I noticed they were fighting. I then began to think that if I became involved there would be trouble, deep trouble. So for that reason, I hid in a tree. After they finished their brawl, I met one of the two men. He showed my his sword, it too had the old markings, he called it Samera. Once he noticed I was completely clueless about the situation, he took me under his wing, as his apprentice. I had no choice but to accept, for I could not learn the the ways of this blade on my own...
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(I know it's a little too late to add my story, but here it goes) |
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Lightning crashes in front of my feet. Thunder replies with laughter after the scene. I look up into the distance. All I see is a tall dark mountain higher than the clouds and a small forest right outside a village. The village seemed in-habited, for it was silent and there was no one in sight. But, after sitting and watching for so long, I see an old man with a blue and black robe launch his way towards the village. "Who's that?" said a strange, light voice behind me. "I don't know, but if you stop and look, you'll find out," I reply. She sits beside me, her warm hand touching my lap. Her hands were always warm. She looked at me in disapointment. Her weak smile, although more like a frown, cheers me up some how. "You'll enjoy this when you're older," I say to hear her words again. "I've been alive longer than you have Bob. Don't mess with me, okay?" She says, louder than the lightning before. "Shh. Keep it down. Do you want the old bag to hear you?" I whisper to her, standing and holding her warm hand. Her wrist was small and weak. Her skin was paler than usual. She seemed a bit worried, but I didn't ask what she was worried about... |
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