youngmastervivi
Black Mage from Valactia
The Soul Spear
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The Story
4 years into a war, the Gisarlian Empire begen developing chemical weopons to hinder the Kingdom of Alaterier. Yet even after 5 years, they were unable to develop a successful weapon. In the 10th year of the war a huge explosion gripped the main Gisarlian weapons factory. From the factory a mist began flowing across both lands until they were covered. The mist settled for 3 days then disappeared. Everything seemed fine.
The mist gave birth to the soul-less and bodies with multiple souls. They were called 'The Soul-people'. The only age group affected was between 15 and 20. These people began to develop powers of destruction and life. They were feared and hunted down.
The 2 Kingdoms became 1 and ended the war, they began to help the people, of the now called Razzier lands, rid the world of these souls. 50 years into the future the lands flourished, and the Soul-people were believed to be gone.
However, the mist had changed peoples genetics. Now the next generation of Soul-people have begun. Once a person reaches 15 there soul will either dissolve into nothingness or split in to two seperate halfs to share a body. Many will grow through this stage and nothing will happen.
In the early years of the soul-people, a mystical prophet looked into the future. All she saw was a spear. It was widely beieved by both the former empires that a demonic spear was brought from an unknown land. A warrior possessed with the spear is said to be able to remove a soul from a body, instantly defeating them. Little is known of wether the spear actually existed or wether it was just a tale.
Many of the soul-people would love such a weapon, they could rid themselves of they're other selves. But if one were to find the spear which would live and which would die?
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It's all your fault!' he snapped at apprantly no one.
There he was half covered in rubble inside a small crator. Dust filled the air. His eyes were covered by his black thick (and now dirt filled) hair. He needed to see, he flicked back his head. His hair revieled his grey eyes, he look around his arms and legs were completely covered with rocks and dirt. His chest showed through, it was bloody and cut. The cut's were oozing with blood. He tried wriggling free, pained seered up through his left leg, it was either broken or a large gash ran across it.
Ahh come on, Steadler, he wanted to fight us. Let me take control ...
'Thermesa!' he groaned trying to remain in control, in his minds eye Steadler invisioned himself, a light figure wearing a crown, standing above another figure, this one dark.
Fine but I could crumble these rocks for you ...
'I don't need your help, Thermesa, just be quiet,' he muttered trying to pull his hands free.
The dust began to clear, Steadler notice a body. The one who tried to kill them in the forest, his blade had fallen to the ground. The body was mutilated with it's clothes covered in blood. It's arms had been sapped of all life, they were now bones. The other body had two hand prints on it's bald head, Thermesa had tried to kill the brain.
Pains rang up from Steadlers chest, he shook both hands free of the rubble. He rose them above his chest light shining from them, the thick cuts began to close and the blood slowed then stopped. Exhaution suddenly crept up, Steadler past out...
He awoke later in the night.
Steadler pushed himself up with his hands, his left leg throbbed still but he was glad to feel that it had stopped bleedily whilst he slept.
Steadler began sleepily rolling the rocks and stones of his legs, pain throbbed each time he hit his leg. He stumbled to his feet, his weight on his right leg.
'Yagggggggghhhhhhh!!' someone screamed in the distance, their vioce carrying through the forest outside of the once capitol, Valactia.
Steadler threw himself against the crator wall. He began to climb, thoughts riddled his mind, Should I help? Can I help with my leg like this? Will I be able to heal my leg?
(Okay hope you guys like)
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http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/cosmo-canyon/magic-rp-anyone-14845.html
The Story
4 years into a war, the Gisarlian Empire begen developing chemical weopons to hinder the Kingdom of Alaterier. Yet even after 5 years, they were unable to develop a successful weapon. In the 10th year of the war a huge explosion gripped the main Gisarlian weapons factory. From the factory a mist began flowing across both lands until they were covered. The mist settled for 3 days then disappeared. Everything seemed fine.
The mist gave birth to the soul-less and bodies with multiple souls. They were called 'The Soul-people'. The only age group affected was between 15 and 20. These people began to develop powers of destruction and life. They were feared and hunted down.
The 2 Kingdoms became 1 and ended the war, they began to help the people, of the now called Razzier lands, rid the world of these souls. 50 years into the future the lands flourished, and the Soul-people were believed to be gone.
However, the mist had changed peoples genetics. Now the next generation of Soul-people have begun. Once a person reaches 15 there soul will either dissolve into nothingness or split in to two seperate halfs to share a body. Many will grow through this stage and nothing will happen.
In the early years of the soul-people, a mystical prophet looked into the future. All she saw was a spear. It was widely beieved by both the former empires that a demonic spear was brought from an unknown land. A warrior possessed with the spear is said to be able to remove a soul from a body, instantly defeating them. Little is known of wether the spear actually existed or wether it was just a tale.
Many of the soul-people would love such a weapon, they could rid themselves of they're other selves. But if one were to find the spear which would live and which would die?
----------------------------------------------
It's all your fault!' he snapped at apprantly no one.
There he was half covered in rubble inside a small crator. Dust filled the air. His eyes were covered by his black thick (and now dirt filled) hair. He needed to see, he flicked back his head. His hair revieled his grey eyes, he look around his arms and legs were completely covered with rocks and dirt. His chest showed through, it was bloody and cut. The cut's were oozing with blood. He tried wriggling free, pained seered up through his left leg, it was either broken or a large gash ran across it.
Ahh come on, Steadler, he wanted to fight us. Let me take control ...
'Thermesa!' he groaned trying to remain in control, in his minds eye Steadler invisioned himself, a light figure wearing a crown, standing above another figure, this one dark.
Fine but I could crumble these rocks for you ...
'I don't need your help, Thermesa, just be quiet,' he muttered trying to pull his hands free.
The dust began to clear, Steadler notice a body. The one who tried to kill them in the forest, his blade had fallen to the ground. The body was mutilated with it's clothes covered in blood. It's arms had been sapped of all life, they were now bones. The other body had two hand prints on it's bald head, Thermesa had tried to kill the brain.
Pains rang up from Steadlers chest, he shook both hands free of the rubble. He rose them above his chest light shining from them, the thick cuts began to close and the blood slowed then stopped. Exhaution suddenly crept up, Steadler past out...
He awoke later in the night.
Steadler pushed himself up with his hands, his left leg throbbed still but he was glad to feel that it had stopped bleedily whilst he slept.
Steadler began sleepily rolling the rocks and stones of his legs, pain throbbed each time he hit his leg. He stumbled to his feet, his weight on his right leg.
'Yagggggggghhhhhhh!!' someone screamed in the distance, their vioce carrying through the forest outside of the once capitol, Valactia.
Steadler threw himself against the crator wall. He began to climb, thoughts riddled his mind, Should I help? Can I help with my leg like this? Will I be able to heal my leg?
(Okay hope you guys like)
