Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)
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				Title: <strong>Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingBear</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 03:19:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Main Plot/Setting</strong></span></span></div><br>The general populous seems to share the idea that the end to existence as they know it is nigh, mass delusions of some catastrophic event that will occur in December of this year, the planets will align, hell will open up and a chariot carrying God will haul away his disciples. Most of mankind is merely wrapped up in the excitement of a possible apocalypse, an end to their dreary lives and perceived adventure on the horizon.<br><br>Certain touched persons have been getting a foreboding sensation, something terrible looming in the near future, like a monstrous executioner with mankind’s name on his menacing axe. In truth, these inklings are caused by these gifted people’s ability to sense the energy of this world. The veil that separates this land from the cornucopia of others is slowly weakening, tearing and voraciously gobbling up foreigners into its open mouth.<br><br>Demons first punctured the veil three thousand years ago, causing a chain reaction which may someday lead to the destruction of the barrier between the worlds. The veil hasn’t diminished enough for Demons to pass through in their corporeal form, but it allows them to take a human host and manipulate that being to execute their desires. Thus far the nonhumans that have been transported to this plane have remained undiscovered, slowly adapting to their new environment and assimilating into the ranks of the dominant species.<br><br>Picture modern day New York; bright lights, big city, and oh! The night life! The mad jungle, bodies dancing like a massive wave along the side walk, honking car horns, smog, and such cultural variety! Beneath the smokescreen of stereotypical urban life resides the secret world of nonhumans.<br><br>In whispered groups one might hear of an underground club brimming with supernatural beings, a safe place where a foreigner might unwind and let loose or stories of a horrifying man beast sprinting through Central Park beneath the brilliant white moon. Also, one might catch murmurings of exclusive sects involved in mysterious activities, dark deeds and desperate quests for mankind’s salvation.<br><br>The Order of the Eye, for example, is a clan bent on the destruction of the veil and world as we know it. This is a very secretive sect and though membership is not impossible it is an arduous task to overcome. It consists of Humans and Demon Possessed. (Other Nonhumans may join, but they are few and far between)<br><br>The Kindred are another of the mysterious factions currently residing in New York. Their goal is to prevent the veil’s condition from worsening. These persons of pure intent hope to protect this plane from the dangers the other lands present. It is no effortless feat to enter the ranks of this clan, but this may be due to their scarceness. This Faction consists of Shifters, Vampires and Humans.<br><br>Finally there is The Inquisition, an equally ambiguous group; consisting of only humans bent on the destruction of nonhumans. Modern day ‘Monster Hunters’, they don’t care if the beings are good or evil and will kill them simply because they are abominations in their eyes.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>About Your GM</strong></span></span></div>So this game will be different from most that people have played. Different only in that it will have many smaller RPs going on within the plot that I will set up as the GM/God. I will also be playing a character and using him to help advance the story. I've run tabletop games and I've opened sites. This game actually comes from a site that Sublime and I tried to open that failed. I really wanted to play this game and I'm hoping everyone here wants to as well. It'll be loads of fun and I'm greatly looking forward to gaming with everyone that gets accepted.<br><br>Any questions, comments, concerns or suggestions, please feel free to PM me. I have an open door policy as a GM and I plan to make this game as fun and amazing as I possibly can. There will be a few rules that I'll touch on a bit later.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">Finis Dierum OOC- Have some fun, no idea what's going to happen here. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=155010.0)<br>Finis Dierum Character Sheets/Faction Info (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=155013.0)<br>Finis Dierum IC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=155535.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingBear</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 03:24:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Your first post</strong></span></span></div><br>Treat this as you would any other RP you start on E. You dont need an amazingly long first post if you dont want one. Find someone you want to RP with, talk to them about it. Pick a 'title' if you will. And post your post. Let them know where it is and VOILA! You have a first post. Holly and I will demonstrate for everyone soon. Check back on this often as I will have story updates on this page when they become necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingBear</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 03:24:17</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holly Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:00:54</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong><strong>Charlie and Bear<br>Training Time</strong></strong></span><br><br>Charlotte had the radio in the kitchen playing Hayley Westenra's Dark Waltz as she stood at the center island. Her delicate hands smoothed down the Strawberry Shortcake apron she was wearing today. The ingredients she needed for dinner were all laid out on the marble counter top. <br><br>She already&nbsp; had a pinch of salt, pepper, dried thyme, garlic power, onion powder and paprika set aside in a dish and ready to be added. Taking the boneless chicken breasts in front of her on the cutting board, she started rubbing in the mix of spices until the meat was covered all over. The dutch oven was already coated with canola oil and heating up on the stove. She waited for the oil to heat up enough before adding the chicken down and cooking it until it was golden brown. She repeated the process for the other side of the chicken before putting it into the oven and setting the timer for 45 minutes. <br><br>As the ravioli cooked on the stove, she took to dicing up the sage and cutting the walnuts into smaller pieces for the brown butter ravioli with rotisserie chicken, walnuts and crispy sage. She took the ravioli off the stove and turned it off. <br><br>Charlotte felt herself slowly coming out a fog that had taken her brain over since her foster parent's death. She'd moved into Bear's mansion before the funeral even took&nbsp; place. The danger to her was to great to maintain her semblance of a normal life. Now here she was, in his lavish kitchen, trying to keep her cooking skills up two months later, and the Alpha had not even tasted one of the dishes she'd worked her grief through for the whole time she'd been here. <br><br>If anything, moving into his mansion had seemed to put a distance between them. Whereas before they would meet once a month for sword practice and him helping her to shift and run for the night, now there was not even sword practice. Her saber rested in her room on the third floor, untouched even as her body felt the need to dance to the movements of training with the sword. Two damn months, and it felt as if she'd just met him on the day he came to her and told her what she was. <br><br>Her long brown hair unraveled from the loose knot she had it in as she scowled at the ceiling. She barely knew anyone else in the pack. They were friendly, but seemed more interested in her cooking. Charlotte had barely taken a step out of the mansion since moving in, except for the long, silent nights she ran with him through central park. Her cheeks turned pink in anger as she wiped her hands off on her apron. She was the one in mourning, and he was the one up there and isolated from everyone.<br><br>She had had enough. Her bare foot stomped on the tiled floor before she rounded on the oven and turned it off. It felt good to be brimming with anger after feeling so much sorrow, and she let the anger fill her as she marched from the kitchen and through the opulent mansion, then up all four flights of stairs. The top floor was off limits, and his personal area. She wasn't sure of the reception she'd receive and she did not care at this point as she entered his personal lair and bellowed out his name angrily. <br><br>Wearing just the apron, some cut off jeans and a simple blue tank top, she brazenly walked through the halls, calling to him to show himself in the most irreverent of ways. She may be the lowest of the pack, but if her life was to be turned upside down, by him, it was his duty to help her through it.<br><br>She yelled at the top of her lungs. “I want sword practice, and I want it now!” She didn't care if anyone else heard her. Truthfully, the house was so well built that she doubted any sound she made up here could be heard on the lower floors. She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot on the floor as she waited for him to emerge from whatever room he was in and show himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingBear</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 07:51:16</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Charlie and Bear<br>Training Time</strong></span><br><br>Twenty-Two years since he was asked for protection. Twenty-Two years of his life that he has given to someone without hesitation, one of his kind. He didn’t regret a moment of it, and always looked forward to the day she turned eighteen, knowing he would be able to help introduce her to her life. He did everything he could to make sure she was kept safe and comfortable while trying not to be known by anyone in the process.<br><br>She had a normal life up until she was 18 and even after her first shift, which he made sure to be there for, she still continued to have a normal life. It wasn’t until that fateful day two months ago when things got turned upside down and she was forced, by The Inquisition, to start living a life closer to that of his own. Bear wanted his people and those Non-Humans like them to be safe and be able to live normal lives, the sad truth though, he knew they couldn’t. Too many people in this world hated them, too many didn’t understand who they were, too many didn’t understand they were people as much as the next person. His head raced with thoughts of Charlie and what he tried to do for her as his body ached and strained at the consistent weight training.<br><br>Metal clanking, music blaring in the background and a small gym was active with one man in it. Bear had a near daily ritual of working out until he couldn’t move his muscles before his body decided to heal itself. He would spend at least an hour a day trying to keep himself in shape and strong, trying to make sure to keep his family safe. He was a large man, standing at Six Feet Ten Inches and weighing near Three-Hundred Pounds. His chest was full, his arms were the size of a mans thigh and his legs were tree trunks.<br><br>He was intimidating in human form, but this was a given considering his animalistic form was that of a Grizzly Bear, next to the Polar Bear, the largest of any species. He had lived in this world for over Six Hundred years and his body showed scars to prove it. In the gym, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and training shoes, his chest glistened with sweat as he easily pressed Four-Hundred Pounds into the air from his spot on the bench beneath his body. He continued to press the heavy bar up even as he heard his name being called in the hallway. <br><br>With a growl at the lack of respect for his area from this person, he set the bar on the rack and grabbed a towel, from one of the training bicycles. He could hear his name being called from the halls of the Fourth Floor of the large mansion, then came the signature, telling him exactly who it was. His face changed from distaste and anger to slight sorrow as well as disappointment in himself. He quickly opened the door to the small gym area and stepped out into the hall, coming nearly face-to-face with Charlie. He was startled at how forward she was being in the area that was silently known as off limits but unable to be mad at her because of how much he tried to ignore her after she moved in. He thought this was what she needed and wanted to help her through her situation to the best of his ability, but after today, he realized what he was doing was wrong. <br><br>“Alright Charlie.. Calm down.” He looked the young woman in the eye and smiled gently, unsure what to do or say aside from giving her what she wanted. “Go get your Sabre and meet me in the training area. We’ll use my personal weapons room.” His smile slowly changed from gentle to polite as he pointed at the third door on the right, having come from the fourth door on the left himself. “That room. I’ll be there when you come back.”<br><br>After pointing her to her destination, Bear slowly walked across the hallway, opening the door before pushing in, letting it close behind him or not. Once inside, his tree trunk limbs carried him across the large room, the walls were lined with various weapons from Spears and Bows to Swords and Axes. He was the leader of the pack and one of the best with a sword. Anyone that wanted to use a sword or wanted to learn would end up practicing with him at least once before being given a sword. Some of the members of the House had the honor of having a sword expertly crafted by Bear himself, others had swords bought for them.<br><br>In the center of the room was a large, round wrestling mat with a circle painted on it. Once at the other side, Bear searched through the racks slowly before grabbing on of his long swords used specifically for practicing. He swung it around a few times, making sure the balance was proper before pulling the scabbard from the rack as well. If he was going to teach her to use a sword, she would learn to use every part of it. He attached the scabbard to his hip via a belt before sheathing the sword and moving to the mat in the center of the room. He was still shirtless as he wiped at the sweat on his chest and arms before tossing the towel onto one of the racks and waiting in the room for his apprentice to return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holly Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 08:24:14</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Charlie and Bear's<br>Training Time </strong></span></span><br><br><br>Charlotte nearly jumped as he came out of a door that was right next to her. This time she was surprised by how close he'd been. Though every other time she'd met him, she'd felt intimidated by his size and strength. It was a good thing that her anger boiled up through her fear of him, making her straighten her spine and stand tall as he finally spoke to her. She was prepared to fight him with words, but was surprised when he relented and agreed to her gentle request.<br><br>She was most certainly not looking at his naked chest, or the way his sweat glistened off of it. She assured herself she was definitely not wondering what he was doing half naked and sweaty, and how he'd come to be in that state. She absolutely was not getting angry over the thought of him being up here with some woman for the last two months and enjoying all kinds of sexual delights while she had been abandoned by him. She didn't bother looking around him to see what was in the room. It didn't matter. <br><br>She nodded at the door he pointed out, then quickly turned on her heel and made her way back downstairs one level and to her bedroom. Removing her apron, she moved to put her hair up in a pony tail so it wouldn't get in her face. She grabbed her long neglected saber from its resting place. It felt good in her hands again as she held the hilt with one hand and the sheath with another. <br><br>When she entered the room he told her to come to, she was still wearing her tank top and cut off jeans, and her feet were still bare. She only gave a cursory glance around the room. Her eyes zeroed in on Bear and she moved towards him as her hand pulled the sword from the scabbard. <br><br>Charlotte waited only long enough for him to remove his sword from his scabbard before she lunged at him with a downward cut. She knew she would not be able to hurt him. She'd never been able to before. Though this time she was furious instead of concentrating on the moves he taught her. <br><br>The last time she had to shift, he had sent someone else to run with her. She'd locked herself in her room until he had showed up. They ran, but they did not speak to each other. She was still angry about that. Charlie realized something new. She wanted to hurt him. She started yelling at him as she swung her sword.<br><br>“You enter my life, ruin everything, take me to life here, and ignore me? You tasted none of my food, and worse, you tried to have someone else run with me! How dare you! I have nothing now because of you!” Even though she knew those words weren't completely true, she still felt like hurting him, with her tongue and her sword.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingBear</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 08:40:29</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Charlie and Bear<br>Training Time</strong></span><br><br>His eyes went wide at the sight of the sword quickly moving down at him, he brought his own sword up to block the attack, angling it downward a bit before sidestepping so the blade would slide off, missing him completely. He circled around her a bit, ready for the next attack as her words cut him deeper than any sword could. His face sunk a bit and he looked on at her, not wanting to have hurt her in the way he did. <br><br>"Charlie I.." He paused, unsure what to tell her before looking down at her bare feet. "I'm sorry. I-" He was cut off by another heavy swing of the saber, this time swiping horizontally, aiming for his abdomen. He brought his sword up quickly and jumped back, blocking the move before circling it around and bringing her sword away, releasing it with a 'ssshhing'. "I tried to give you your-" Once again he was cut off by a heated attack as she brought the saber up from where he released it, aiming to slice diagonally across his chest. He jumped back, not allowing the blade to come too close before kicking his shoes off and sending them flying across the room.<br><br>Bear was now sliding around on the mat with his socks as he tried to not get skewered by the angry young woman. He dodged another attack, this one a bit more focused, using his sword to parry the downward blow once more. "I am doing my best here Charlie! I only want what's right for you." He shot out, blocking another one of the swings from her sword, this time having to bring the hilt of the sword down, blocking the blade and sending it away with it. "I thought you needed space. If I had known you needed me around-" Cut off again as he pulled the scabbard from his hip and knocked the sword away with it before bringing the pommel up and nearly striking her in the face. "I would have been around. Keep your guard up. And remember.. Every part of the sword is a weapon."<br><br>(Fight sequence Ok'd by Holly.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 05:39:53</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dragon and ?<br>Of the Mind...</strong></span><br><br>The human mind was a wondrous thing. With most people, it was like a monkey in a tree, jumping from idea to idea like a monkey would from branch to branch. It required discipline to arrange those thoughts, and putting them in an order in which they could be used. Most people had small spasms of such control, being able to come up with ideas that surprised even them. But it took an immense amount of self-control to be able to have one's mind organized like that for longer periods of time. The small, elegantly dressed Asian man that was sitting silently on a training mat while the rest of the men and women... well, not quite men and women, but the name just stuck, were off either eating from the delicious food brought to them by the shifter called Charlie, in their rooms, or off, out somewhere. <br><br>He was one of the few humans in the Den, and the only human Warrior. He had worked hard to maintain this position, and part of the work was as he was now, his mind relaxing, simply flowing through the motions that he had learned ever since he was able to walk, running through them, thinking every inch of his body's positioning over and over again, before he would finally act it out, mind and body in perfect harmony. Reflexes too fast to be seen, and his fire... the dragons fire was liquid, entering his movements like he was born with that ability.<br><br>And maybe he had. He didn't remember a time when he couldn't wield the Igni spell at his fingertips. It was like riding a bicycle. He hadn't even tossed a fireball in nearly three months, and yet, he knew that when the time came, it would be stronger, more powerful than the last time. It was all in his mind, in his heart, and his body, all different, all working as one to turn this little man, into one of the fiercest fighters in the Kindred. He worked himself smoothly to his feet, feeling refreshed as a whole, and made his way to the kitchen. Even in a place where the mind mattered, the stomach called. He smiled thinly as his mind moved a bit to humor, and even wider when he heard his stomach growling in response to the aroma wafting from the kitchen.<br><br>He stepped inside, and looked around. There were a few there, picking at the food. But the cook herself was nowhere to be found. He filled a plate, comparatively small, since a man of his stature tended not to eat too much, and he made his way up to the fourth floor, at a leisurely pace, wondering where the Alpha was. From the sounds coming from his personal training room, Xin Lung could tell that Bear was not idle. And from the female voice that was echoing within, he could tell that the giant was not alone.<br><br>He stepped subtly inside, his movements quick, but flowing, not attracting attention, especially not from the two engaged in heated combat on the other side of the room. Xin Lung sat on a nearby chair, chewing thoughfully, studying the fighters. It was a more practical study than anything else. He did not intend to extend any advice to the woman, and, from the look on her face, she didn't seem to be in the mood to be told to straighten her arms more for each blow, or to separate her feet more. No... she was being passionate about this.<br><br>Bear, on the other hand, was the precise opposite. His emotions were more defensive, and he was visibly colder as he worked hard to deflect the woman's agile and fast attacks, blades coming mere inches from yielding flesh. Bear surprisingly fast for a man his size, and immensely strong. Xin Lung knew this from experience. He leaned back in his chair watching the fight with interest. The girl was good, if a little undiciplined, and with some training, he could see her abilities flourish under a skilled trainer like Bear. Not him. He didn't take on shifter apprentices. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finis Dierum (IC Awesomeness)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holly Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 08:49:16</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Charlie and Bear<br>Training Time</span></strong><br><br>Charlie took a quick step back as the pommel of his sword nearly hit her. She twirled the scabbard in her hand until it was held with the length down by her forearm. Her feet moved quietly on the mat as she circled around to his side. She watched him for an opening, for an instant when his guard was down and she could strike.<br><br>Her voice was quiet, but full of hurt when she spoke. “You made me feel like the typical tramp, who once giving in to a man's desires is no longer of consequence to him. I am living in your home now, like you asked four years ago. Why would you ask me here if you want nothing to do with me? Are you not my Alpha?”<br><br>All of the assurances that he tried to give her in the beginning swirled through her mind and fueled her anger. Living in the mansion would give her safety. Her Alpha would protect her. She would be among her kind. It was her true home. She shook her head at the bitterness his remembered words brought to her.<br><br>Charlie lowered her gaze in a predatory way, though she wasn't even aware of it. Her blue eyes look at him from beneath her lashes, challenging him. She thought she saw an opening on his left near his ribcage, and turned around, bringing her sword with her in a slash aimed at that open spot. Her hair swung out in a long brown arc as she moved on the balls of her feet. <br><br>Bear sidestepped the slash of her saber. His blade was turned down, pointing at the ground to block her attack. With a twist of his wrist, he brought his sword up, with her blade still on his, and slashed in a move that knocked her saber away from him.<br><br>Charlie leapt back to avoid the cut of his sword. His training took over inside of her, and her mind was clear of all the anger and resentment. She was cold inside, unfeeling, using the saber and scabbard as an extension of her own body. It became a dangerous dance of steel. What she lacked in strength against him as an opponent, she tried to make up in lithe speed and agility.<br><br>It was a dirty trick, what she tried next. Her saber swung at his knee, knowing he would block it with his own sword. As he did, she flipped the scabbard around in her hand and swung it at his face, hitting him across his temple. <br><br>She was the very lowest of the pack. The only reason he had anything to do with her was because of his friendship with her parents, her true parents. If she had allowed herself to know more about pack life and who she was, she would have realized that she was very pointedly challenging the Alpha of her pack. <br><br>(Fight sequence OK'd by Bear)
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