((Hello people! I know that it seems I don't stick with a certain thing for too long...but that was because I was going through a lot of RL stuff and couldn't do the RPs I was doing...<br/><br/>But now I think I want to try something and start fresh! I finally got out of my writer's block and ready for action! And I think it is time for some general fantasy!))<br/><br/>Gabriel sighed as she walked out of the capitol city of the grand Empire. The city guards gave her a nod of both friendliness and officialism. As being part of the Imperial Guard and Legion, one's duty was to the people first and foremost, always making sure that they were recognized and taken cared of.<br/><br/>The Wood Elf woman was somewhat impressed by the Humans...they came a long way for such a young and new race. Though, no one in the world still has no idea how they came about, meeting against the Tri-Elf races and the Orcs. But she never asked, she had been on the world long enough to know that she shouldn't bother with the past and keep looking towards the future while making sure she stayed alive.<br/><br/>Gabriel was a Wood Elf and amazing grace. Being at the pinnacle of Elfen beauty of her kind. All stuffed into a leather and chain-mail cuirass with shoulder pads, short combat skirt, heeled boots, and protective gloves. And strapped to her waist was a gleaming silver dagger and slung across her back was a long bow with a medium sized quiver with appropriate sized arrows. There was an insignia of the Wood Elf faction pressed into the leather.<br/><br/>She had long, soft hair that was a soft brown, like chocolate. And her eyes complemented it with a cat like emerald green. The gaze she had was soft and delightful when she would just be simply conversing with somebody. But could quickly become as piercing as a jaguar's when hunting or fighting. And she had a soft pale complexion that was in no way diminishing her beauty.<br/><br/>She walked a bit down the path that would lead to the southern forests of the Human Heartlands. It wasn't as great as the Wood Elf homeland of Sylvanis, but it was close enough...and she had to be with this intelligent primates for quite a long time.<br/><br/>She thought to herself,<i>I was of angered someone within the higher ups of the Ranger Party to end up here. At least they got woods here...The Orc Barrens offer little to nothing for me to work with. Or the Human cousin barbarians to the far north...Too cold...And I don't even want to think about being with any of the other Elf races.</i><br/><br/>When she was a bit down the road and was on the path to the woods, she stopped and looked around. With a sharp whistle, a figure appeared in the sky. It looked rather small...but that was because it was so high in the clouds. Within a few moments, it's true size came to be. It glided down to her outstretched arm and landed on it.<br/><br/>It was a bird, a bird that looked like to be some kind of large falcon. But, in fact...it was a large bird of prey native to Sylvanis. It was a rare breed that only a few talented hunters could tame. Though, Gabriel didn't tame this falcon...More in fact, the falcon chose to come with her as a companion. They had a bond that linked themselves together. So long as one lived, so did the other. The falcon was Gabriel's best friend, and all the company she would ever need.<br/><br/>The falcon soon hoped from her arm and onto her shoulder, where she reached up and started to pet it,"Good, Bravebeak. I've finished my business in the human city...so let's head back into trees where we belong."<br/><br/>The falcon, or Bravebeak as she called it, nuzzled her hand and then squawked in approval. Gabriel giggled at the creature's excitement as she went back down the path and went into the trees. She was proud ranger and hunter, and the only place for one such as her was the forests of this world.<br/><br/>********************************<br/><br/>There was a manor some distance away from the capitol city of the Heartlands...it was common for people of extraordinary wealth to build there own private manors away from the cities within the lands. Funded by their own vast supply of coin to build, maintain, and protect it. Hoping to stay away from the hustle and bustle of city life and just keep to themselves.<br/><br/>But this particular manor, was different. For within it, lay a man...and not even a man...but a Dark Elf. A Dark Elf that moved away from his native homeland of Darcania. It was like the dark version of the High Elf land, Marcania. This Dark Elf was named Maltharus.<br/><br/>Maltharus was unearthly...handsome...even for a Dark Elf. His skin was what most people visioned Dark Elves. In fact, none of them were. They didn't have skin as black as the night sky. No, it was more of a granite grey. But with Matharus, he looked to be made of pure marble. And his eyes...it was like most of his brethren, but they had more intensity in them. The outsides of them were red though, while heading towards the pupil, it turned into pink. And while others had coal black pupils, he had entrancing gold surrounding a fathomless black...making look as if he was staring right through your very soul, seeing your true self.<br/><br/>He wore a black robe, hiding his powerful body. A blood red insignia was painted onto the front of his robe...showing that he was no ordinary person of magic or Dark Elf. But was in fact a Warlock...and was deeply into the knowledge of the occult. On the outside of the house, it would look to be an ordinary manor...but inside was the true purpose...though the inside was different for everyone.<br/><br/>His fine lips curved into a smile, showing off unnatural fangs as he looked at the Wood Elf and spoke with a voice that echoed on itself and was smooth, haunting,"Well, well...it's the jewel of them all..."<br/><br/>Around him in the room, was many more orbs...focused on other attractive women. Some not as attractive Gabriel and some just as. But he rarely finds any good Wood Elves...since they stick within their homeland and were impossible to get and traffic.<br/><br/>What one would realize, was that Maltharus was not in the business of demons...but also of slave trafficking and prostitution. And he made a fine, fine living off of it.<br/><br/>Maltharus snapped his fingers and a shadow, one that was even darker than the blackness within the room, appeared beside the Dark Elf. Then, two sharp purple gem like orbs formed at the 'head' of the shadow. And then it was obvious that it was a demon.<br/><br/>A voice that was even more haunting than Maltharus's was heard,"What is it this time. You know how much I [/i]love[/i] this dimension of yours..."<br/><br/>Maltharus grinned, this demon was always one to lighten the mood,"Oh, do be quite Ren'nar...I thought a demon such as yourself would love things like this."<br/><br/>The demon didn't reply as Maltharus continued,"I would like you to watch this...We'll be getting some new projects train very soon..."<br/><br/>Ren'nar looked to the orbs, there was now a group of them in there. One on Gabriel, and more on several other women. These women were all over the Heartlands, and they weren't going to be expecting the shadows around them to use every advantage against them.<br/><br/>((It may be a little bit long, but I love big openings ^^! Now, it doesn't matter what you come in as...a targeted woman or a minion for Maltharus or anything else. The main races or Orcs, Humans (barbarian and legion), Dark Elves, Wood Elves, and High Elves. You got full authority to create your own race if you want, this story doesn't have a set lore so there is a bit of flexibility. I hope to get some people into this and see what kind of story we can make!<img alt=":D" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie8" src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" title="Big Grin    :D"/>))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>