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Long ago, centuries ago, back when every boy was trained to defend himself, when a man lived with his sword more nearer to him than his wife, when knights, dragons, and other mythical creatures roamed the land, back in moments seemed so bright it seemed like even the sun was dim, and moments where it was so dark there was no hope.
Heavy footsteps slammed against the Dry ground as drops of sweat fell from the traveller's forehead. He licked his dry lips as he dreamed of a fresh spring to soak his tongue in, to replenish his thirst. He gripped his staff, his nails dug into the wood of the staff, he grasped it to keep himself up. He has travelled so long his horse, his noble steel he has feed and groomed for years has died on his one ultimate journey.
He took his last step pra.ying behind he fell face first on the dirt, on the center of the world. He could feel the heat, but he also felt the pain and failure. He wanted to c.urse at the gods but he knew that would bring him no where.
He rolled over to his back yelling, "Please have GRACE! Please come to my shouts and cries! I traveled all the way here to serve you and...."
He started weeping as tear drops covered his face.
"And you can't leave your servant!" he shouted.
He closed his eyes continue crying and crying.
"I left everything! I left my mother and father to come to serve you!" he screamed louder.
He laid there miserable until he finally opened his eyes again, seeing a bright light.
"Zahir?" he questioned.
"Zahir the god and master of light. No shadows in his path, the light from the beginning to the end? Zahir?"
"Yes!" the voice shouted in a deep low voice.
"I am Zahir and I your are Cornelius the mortal."
"I knew you would come and I would be laying before you weaken in your glory."
"And you are hear to follow me, serve me. But you have given yourself up for me and I have given you this..."
A pointy sharp tiny pyramid laid on Cornelius's stomach. He grabbed it with his right had and examined it. The pyramid was made out of platinum and had symbols of the weather, such as the sun, rain clouds, tornadoes.
"What is this?" Cornelius asked.
"It is nothing now but it can be something, stab this into your heart and become the god of weather," answered Zahir.
"But I want to stay mortal, to serve you," protested Cornelius.
"Very well then," spoke Zahir.
"First, I want you to forever wear a silk cloth over your eyes for you have seen me and because of that if any other mortal or undead creature looks into your eyes will surely burn to ashes. Second I give you my finest m.aiden, her and you will create s.ons and d.aughters among my land. And once you find your most prized ch.ild you will give him the Pyramid of Weathers. But be careful of which c.hild the Pyramid of Weathers falls in. And for the rest of your days you will live s a priest to proclaim my n.ame."
"I thank you for everything Zahir. I will name my first chil.d after you."
"No, I am Zahir. I, the god of light only holds this na.me."
"As you wish, master."
Every since then Cornelius has been a fat.her to many children be he favored his oldest son, Naphtali. He was strong, courageous, and always impressed his father.
Cornelius prayed heavily on Naphtali but Zahir has warned Cornelius on how blind Naphtali is in the shadowy path. Cornelius was angry on what Zahir has said about his so.n. He denied Zahirs warnings.
"So.n...," Cornelius said to Naphtali after Nephtali's daily swordsman training. Naphtali was 20 at this time.
"Yes father? Am I in trouble?" he asked.
"No, nothing but that," his father answered him.
"If you had the greatest power in the world what would you do with it?"
"I would please you of course, you have done everything for me."
"Really? I want you to have this."
Cornelius handed his son the Pyramid of Weathers with a smile.
"What is this, father?" the son questioned.
"Stab it to your heart and you will be a god," the father answered.
"I trust you no matter what."
Naphtali closed his eyes and stabbed the godly item to his heart as he gave out a yelp of pain. Naphtali felt himself becoming stronger he grew huger, his skin glowed, his eyes resembled storm clouds
"HOW DARE YOU!" shouted Zahir's voice.
"Cornelius, I have warned you of this and now you and all your children but Naphtali will die and Naphtali will spread terrors!"
Naphtali watched his father burn to ashes Naphtali ran over to his home and saw his mother, brothers, and sister in ashes to.
"WHY ZAHIR?!" he shouted.
"I am still god and I shall one day defeat you. I will become a greater go than you and all the mortals shall obey me!"
"You try to become like me and you will surely fail," Zahir informed Naphtali.
"We will see about that, for now I am called, Storm Waker. I wake the storms and they will follow my command!"
From that day on Naphtali became Storm Waker and stayed immortal on earth raging storms, tearing down civilizations until they follow him. Those who refused became lost their power his slaves that endure torture beyond their punishment. Just about everyone on earth became his followers.
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There were different type of followers,
Lighter Blazer- contains the power of lighting bolts.
Rain Rangers- those who hold the powers of the rain clouds.
Hail Demons- those who hold the power of hail clouds.
Thunder Breakers- those who create others deaf in thunder.
Tornadoe Throwers- have the power to conjure up a tornadoe.
Hurricane Hunters- haave the power to conjure hurricane.
Sun Soliders- heat, fire, flames, anything basicaally that revovles around heat stands by their side.
Wind Blowers- blow with the power of the wind.
Ground shakers- create earthquakes.
Fog angels- usually skilled in stealth, they can use fog to bllind there enemy in fog.
Snow dancer- have the power of snow.
There were many ranks,
(The lowest you go the highest the rank is.)
Solider Ranks- Soliders are given the duty to fight in the battlefield. They are let to have any weapon they want that is not over powered. They also may not be over encumbered in weapons.
Private
Private 2
Private First Class
Specialist
Corporal
Sergeant First Class
Master Sergeant
First Sergeant
Command Sergeant Major
Sergeant Major of the Army
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Healer Ranks- Healers are their for one reason- to heal of course, they may have like a crossbow or a bow, arrows, and maybe even a dagger.
Private Healer
Private Healer 2
Recruit Healer
Third Class Healer
Second Class Healer
First Class Healer
Master Healer
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Mage Ranks- Mages mainly use their magic and probably their only weapons type thing would be a magically staff.
Private Mage
Private Mage 2
Recruit Mage
Third Class Mage
Second Class Mage
First Class Mage
Master Mage
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There are many gods,
Storm Waker- Of course the god of weather in the form a man, striving to make earth in his full control but right now he rules the country- Esta.
Zahir- God of light, all powerful god, was the first god to every be created by the stars.
Gelmore- God of magic in general, mainly worshipped by wizards or any other magic users. He is Zahir's son.
Aden- God of the element- fire, Gelmore's son.
Ardea- Goddess of fire, created by Aden so he could have a goddess.
Nalin- God of the element- water, Gelmore's son.
Yara- Goddess of water, created by Nalin so he could have a goddess.
Terran- God of earth, Gelmore's son.
Adana- Godess of earth, created by Terran so he could have a mate.
Indra- God of air, Gelmore's son.
Cora- Godess of air, created by Indra so he could have a mate.
Swithin- God of the element lighting, Gelmore's son.
Calista- Godess of the element light, was created by Swithin so she could
comfort him when he is in stress.
Guerantt- God of war, son of Zahir.
Eckhard- God of blades, son of Guerantt.
Randolph- God of shield, son of Guerantt.
Searle- God of armor, son of Guerantt.
Chiko- God of arrows, son of Guerantt.
Ekon- God of axes, son of Guerantt.
Burchand- God of hammars, maces, son of Guerantt.
Lufian- God of sports, son of Guerantt.
Ernest- God of the dark, shadows, Zahir's brother, also created by the stars.
Jabez- God of pain, torture, son of Ernest.
Fergus- God of fear, terror son of Ernest.
Dougal- God of hate son of Ernest.
Dorran- God of anger, rage, fury, son of Ernest.
Donovan- God of disease sickness, son of Ernest.
Anas- God of love, Zahir's brother, Ernest's brother, created by the stars.
Aroha- Godess of love, created by Zahir so he can have a mate.
Berowne- God of compassion, son of Ernest.
Demertrius- God of peace, son of Ernest.
Costard- God of encouragement, son of Ernest..
Lysander- God of laughter, joy, son of Ernest..
Lorenzo- God of art, son of Ernest.
You hold a power of one of these unless you are a slave, will you continue to work for Storm Waker or will you become a rebel to stop this madness?
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Rules- follow them or be banned
1.) Whatever I say goes.
2.) Have acceptable grammer.
3.) Keep curse words to a limt.
4.) Keep romance to a limt.
5.) Use "()" when not roleplaying.
6.) We do not use "*" when roleplaying.
7.) Respect everyone on the forum who has been accepted or is respecting
everyone else on the forum.
8.) I might add more rules.
9.) If you have any suggestions please PM me.
10.) If you change the title it is an automatic ban.
11.) If you have read all the rules put,"The storm will rage on."
Character Sheets
Storm Waker's minion
Name:
A.g.e: (18- 65)
Gender:
Race:
Type of Solider from the choices above:
Rank:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon (Nothing too powerfull, remember you have your power):
Power:
Bio:
Why should I accept you?:
Sample Post:
Other:
Slave
Name:
A.g.e:
Gender:
Race:
Type of slave:
Brand mark and where is it on your body?:
Appearance:
Personality:
Former power:
Bio:
Why should I accept you?:
Sample Post:
Other:
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*My Character*
Storm Waker's minion
Name: Zolten Rowan
A.ge: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Type of Solider from the choices above: "Storm Waker," they are very rare, infact he is the only one of them for he has been personally trained by Storm Waker himself.
Rank: Sergeant Major of the Army
Appearance: His head has been shaved but he has mutton chops on the side of his face. His skin is a bit tan from using the method of the Sun Soliders but not as tan as them because he does not just practice on that one power. He has sappphire blue eyes. He owns many weatherr tattoos on his body, such as a lighting cloud in his chest and a sun on his back. He is equipped with a dark blue samurai helmet that he usually just squeezes in between his arm and ribs. He wears chain mail under all his armour that is the same color of his helmet.
Personality: He is the most cruel man in the country other than Storm Waker himself. He is cruel, cunning, cold blooded, hellish, he believes only the strong should life and the weak suffer until they rise strong.
Weapon (Nothing too powerfull, remember you have your power): Arming sword, it was his father's sword he has been told aaround the village he grew up in that his father was a great knight and the arming sword is a common sword for a knight. His mother one day showed Zolten it when he was ei.ght and promised his mother he will be a grand knight like this father.
Power: All the above, but he can become very tired if he over uses it.
Bio: He grew up in a village, promised his mother he would be a great solider like his father. He was a joyful hapy boy, always giving and sharing, he would lend help to the weak. One day his village was destroyed by bandits, he gripped his sword and stepped out to fight but his mother pulled him back, yelling for him to go. He did not want to leave her but he did want to disobey her so he ran far, far away until he hit Storm Waker main kingdom that held his palace in it. The guards let him enter the kingdom no promble, infact they thought he was cute, a little boy and a knight sword. He read a poster thaat Storm Waker was recruiting soliders even young boys. He thought maaybe he should start off is life there. So he met up in the training grounds, being looked down becaause he was only ei.ght and the rest of the boys were t.en to thi.rteen the older ones would try out later. Zolten held his sword and the gaurd asked to give it to him because he could not practice fight with it. Zolten refused so they started to beat it out of him, Storm Waker wanted to check up on the boys trying out and he saw Zolten gasping for air on the ground but he held a grip on the sword. Storm Waker picked up Zolten aand with this words he question,"Do you know what you have showed me?" Zolten looked at him with frighten in his eyes but answer,"I- I never let go what I stand form. Storm Waker knew this boy was strong, so he carried Zolten to his own personal training room and mentor him for the rest of his life and now it is present day, Zolten is 28.
Why should I accept you?: "Would you rather have your head on a pole?"
Sample Post:
Zolten
I was in my chambers, striking my sword apon a ripped weary iron dummy that was about to fall apart. Many dents filled it and it was covered with rust. My sword bash upon it as a dinging noise would sound. I gritted my teeth, determind to clash to piece.
"Sir!" I heared a shout as my door slammed open.
I turned with glaring eyes, gripping my sword in anger asking in a stern voice,"What is it you court bladder?"
It was just a tickled brain guard, looking rather nervous, and rather fright. Well I guess that is what people feel when they crosslines with Storm Waker's apprentice.
"O- oh sir, I am so sor--," he was stopped.
"Save your apologizes," I commanded him.
"What is it?"
"The slaves, construction ones They are breaking out! They are starting to throw the stones recklessly at us! Recklessly sir!"
Construction slaves acting like they deserve something, not on my watch. I gripped my fist and closed my eyes as my anger let's out a loud sounding boom. I open them as the troop jumps almost wetting himself.
I grab my helmet off my bed and wear it upon my head. I rest my sword in it's sheath and stomp over to my dresser, pulling out my whip. It was black, it was so black it made me think of a hole forever sinking down into the shadowy dephs.
I ride my horse, Ace. over to the construction site to where they should be constructing another statue of Storm Waker. I casted lighting down on the whip and let out a great snap, sending out a noisy loud thunder to deafen some of the elder slaves, lucky my helmet will keep my ears safe. They all come to a silence after the thunder.
"Who is responsible for this?!" I shouted in a cold blooded voice.
"Me and I am not afraid of any punishment you have!" A man in his fifties yelped.
My eyes flashed with an evil smile.
"Very well, then. Men, grab five child construction slaves and the leader!"
The soliders nodded, some to frowns, some with smiles. They started to tug, drag, grab, the ones I asked of.
"All of you who have been captured will be presented at the arena and executed as an example."
"Wait you can't take the child!" the leader shouted as him and the little boys were taking up.
"Now hopefully after you watch this, you will learn your lesson," I spoke before mounting back on my horse and riding away.
Other: "The storm will rage on forever and ever."
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