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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 11:10 am
[April 18th, ~6:45AM]
A mid April breeze blew briskly down through dusty streets and between rust colored buildings, gently teasing the many flags and banners that were popular to hang about the capital city of Ankohl. Today, many such banners bore the insignia and names of famous warriors, competitors in an annual martial arts tournament held between Fliit and it's neighboring country, Takaou, though competitors and fans came from all over Angara, and some even from other continents. Each year they would alternate hosting the tournament in their capital cities, and this year was Ankohl's turn. Abruptly, a shriek, and yelling erupted, turbulence from the ground shred the peaceful wind to bits.
The city was in turmoil: last nights, their well loved king had been assassinated. By an adept. At least, that was the conclusion forensics came to. Whether or not that was the case no longer mattered, as the court, shortly after hearing the report ordered the immediate seizure of all adepts in the city, and with the tournament attracting many kinds of warrior from many kinds of disciplines, adepts were abnormally prolific.
The city was thrown into chaos: angry citizens, sad citizens, confused, afraid, the tempest of emotion and delirium ran rampant through the streets left much damage and injury. Adepts were targeted particularly, and when they were attacked by mobs, they defended themselves, or they died, or sometimes both. And it was not over yet. With the sun just above the horizon, the worst was yet to come.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 12:50 am
 Heather, the
Sometimes it just sucks to be a traveling rich girl~!
This year however, it was different. She was still excited to go, if only to get away from the troubles of home, but the thought of watching the fights brought back mixed feelings: She wouldn't be able to tell her friends of her happenings. As always she brought a chest of drawers for the month long 'vacation', if you'd call it that, but this time...well, she brought along with her things she highly valued: Not gold or silver mind you: but the things she used to use when playing with her friends. It was night time now, as she lay in her hotel room, unable to sleep, though after what seemed like eons she finally was able to drift off to slumber...though it's doubted her dreams were happy ones.
...it felt like it was just a moment after she had fallen asleep, when she was jolted awake by a hand shaking her hurriedly,"Get up and get dressed quickly. We're leaving."
Blurry eyed, the girl sat up and rubbed her eyes, her vision eventually turning the shape in front of her into her father, and then she stared at him in shock. His usually formal suit was dirtied and scrapped in multiple places, and with what she could only hope was mud.
The man then proceeded out the door with the same speed he'd come in with, turning back only to tell her to hurry up...
...and leave her things behind.
It was only now that she heard the shouts from the streets, and as she slowly got out of bed and made her way to the window, she could only look in a mix of horror and paralyzing shock as she saw people fighting one another, heard people screaming, shouting, and cursing.
She didn't know what was going on, and she certainly wasn't about to leave her room unprepared...and especially not without her things.
Quickly changing from her sleeping gown, she rushed over to her chest, and began pulling out clothes...unneeded clothes. And then she pulled out what she was looking for.
Pulling out her old leather armor from her games, she smiled briefly and slipped it on, then frowned and pulled on a dress over it: She didn't want to look too suspicious or anything...but with what was going on outside, anyone seemed to be a target. Next she pulled on her boots ( not wanting to risk being in fashionable shoes), and to her belt she strapped an old knife. To her back she strapped an old bow made by Rayl's grandfather, and finally reached for her staff the moment her father came in,"Come on now, we don't have time for this! Any minute now they're going to come in here after us-"
somewhere on the below floor a door was knocked down and the shouts of people rushing in...great...OOC: Arm flails- I cranked this out at around one int he morning (pacific time) I'll be fixing it up later as needed. X_X;;;
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Solid Snake in the Box Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:58 pm
Kenji Ikunara: Tournament Blues During his travels, Kenji had heard of the famous tournaments that were held in or nearby Ankhol and no matter how busy he was, he always made it a point to attend the Championship matches to watch seasoned warriors fight for glory. From those matches, he's learned many battle tactics and tricks. Last year, he witnessed two Fire Adepts fighting for the Championship title and he was awed with their style of fighting. After watching their battle, Kenji went to the Training Grounds in the city and practiced the moves he had seen those warriors do, training until he almost fell over from sheer exhaustion.
This year, however, he was going to enter the tournament and fight his way to the title of Champion. And he wasn't going to enter it alone either; his djinni, Fry, was eager and prepared for the upcoming battles ahead.
He landed his Lemurian ship on the shores near Ankhol city and upon stepping foot on the sandy shores did he notice that something was off...
From a distance, he could hear screams resonating from the city's walls and a trail of gray smoke was visible. Unlatching his spear, he jogged towards the city gates and upon stepping foot on the cobblestone streets did he face two burly-sized guards, their lances at the ready.
"What's your business here, runt? This is no place for little kiddies, you know?" His partner chuckled at his friend's remark.
"Look, I'm only a traveling warrior and wish to rest at an inn tonight before departing again.", Kenji lied, hoping that the two soldiers would take his bluff. Beyond the trio, dead bodies lay motionless on the streets and more screams filled the air as other soldiers raided houses. Every moment Kenji was just standing talking to these idiots, countless lives were being taken by these ruthless people. He had to do something, but he had to get past these gate guards first...and without causing so much commotion either.
"Hm...are you an Adept?" one of the guards questioned. Kenji gripped the shaft of his spear tightly.
"And what if I say I am?" Without warning, the guards advanced on him, swinging their lances. Kenji blocked the attacks easily and did a right sweep with his leg, felling the two guards. He stood and stabbed the blade of his weapon into the guard's cape.
"What's the meaning of this?! Why are you attacking Adepts?!" he demanded.
The guard whose cape he had pinned sneered. "Haven't you heard? Our king got assassinated a few days ago and according to our forensics team, the murderer turns out to be one of your kind...an Adept!"
His partner chuckled. "I have to admit, you're pretty good, kid...but, can you survive against twenty of us?"
Kenji was confused until he heard the sound of footsteps. Turning, he found himself surrounded by a good number of guards, their swords and lances at the ready.
"If I were you, kid, I'd surrender...unless you want to throw your life away trying to fend us off." the guard on the ground continued.
Kenji smirked, raising his weapon in the air. "Is twenty all you've got? FIREBALL!!!" The captain of the twenty lifted a hand, catching the attack in his glove without harm and tossing it back at Kenji. The young rogue cried out in pain as his own attack hit one of his vital points. Falling to the ground, the last thing he saw were the boots of the soldiers. He felt himself being lifted and heard the voice of one of the guards nearby.
"Take him to the dungeons. We'll deal with this one soon enough!"
Then...Kenji's world turned black...
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:41 pm
Mikhael, Child of Garoh. Mikhael had been in Ankhol for weeks - planning his next move had been harder than he had thought. He was among the first Adepts interrogated regarding the death of the king, but he had been able to prove his innocence - his ship had not yet docked at the time of the killing. Still, the mobs and increased guard forces made leaving the city difficult.... So, Mikhael remained at the Inn for most of the day, venturing out only during the daylight hours when most other people had cleared the streets.
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