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Fidelis Meridius · January 22, 2008, 11:31 PM

Timestamp: 4th Cycle of The Month of Ioannes, Summer Era XIV Post Fractum

IC: Shadows stretched across the streets as tenacles of darkness claimed everything within its grasp; shrouding the city in night as the suns' retreated from the heavens. The capital slowly began to quiet as its patrons and citizens retired for the evening. But amongst all this rest, many were just beginning their business for the day. Amidst this cycle of things was a solitary man, cloaked in the hues of the darkness as he stood silently on a secluded balcony of the Crown Inn. His platinum locks of hair danced in the summer breeze as emerald orbs gazed at the starry heavens above.

Leaning on the railing, the Jorelite blinked, looking down at a glass of wine as he took another sip from the crimson liquid. His mind had become an interesting device after being released from his hate by the Dark Lord. No longer would the fierce emotion clutter his thought. In essence, he was a new man, but he would not find his soul rejuivenated with happiness or friendliness. Instead, the warrior was reforged with a steadfast dedication to his work, and a calm and dangerously calculated mind. Staring back to the sky as the Swordsman swallowed the last of his wine, he couldn't help but think of the possibilities before him. No longer did he fight so arrogantly... so blindly. By the power of Jorel, the true warrior had awoken, and the fate of an ancient and fallen empire would one day lay in his hands. The world would soon crumble before his might.

"I can feel the true warrior within... it is there, ready to awaken. No longer is it bound by the chains of hate. I will set it free as I bring this city to its knee's!" The mighty human smirked as he leaned back from the railing.

Turning from the balcony, the warrior ducked his head as he slipped into his suite. Procurring his various gear, the warrior suited up for a 'night on the town': Twin ardentium gladii about the waist, leather armor was placed over his button down, followed by his elven steel breast plate and bracers. Over that came the onyx cape that had become his identifying mark over the last few eras. Lasty on the way out, he grabbed the leather gloves that had helped him take life after life since their purchase.

Stepping into the empty streets, torch light danced off his form as the heels of his boots struck rythmically off the cobbled street. And now the darkening was his; his to discover his true self, his true destiny, and the unstoppable power within. Even the Dark Lord himself would not overburden Aeternia with the warrior's presence. Instead... He would see that chaos found its face!

OOC: This thread is a random adventure/PC developement thread, and it is open, but join at your own risk.

January 22, 2008, 11:31 PM	#1 (permalink)
Fidelis Meridius Hero Join Date: May 2002 Location: Temple of Thorns Posts: 1,084 Total Awards: 1	Timestamp: 4th Cycle of The Month of Ioannes, Summer Era XIV Post Fractum IC: Shadows stretched across the streets as tenacles of darkness claimed everything within its grasp; shrouding the city in night as the suns' retreated from the heavens. The capital slowly began to quiet as its patrons and citizens retired for the evening. But amongst all this rest, many were just beginning their business for the day. Amidst this cycle of things was a solitary man, cloaked in the hues of the darkness as he stood silently on a secluded balcony of the Crown Inn. His platinum locks of hair danced in the summer breeze as emerald orbs gazed at the starry heavens above. Leaning on the railing, the Jorelite blinked, looking down at a glass of wine as he took another sip from the crimson liquid. His mind had become an interesting device after being released from his hate by the Dark Lord. No longer would the fierce emotion clutter his thought. In essence, he was a new man, but he would not find his soul rejuivenated with happiness or friendliness. Instead, the warrior was reforged with a steadfast dedication to his work, and a calm and dangerously calculated mind. Staring back to the sky as the Swordsman swallowed the last of his wine, he couldn't help but think of the possibilities before him. No longer did he fight so arrogantly... so blindly. By the power of Jorel, the true warrior had awoken, and the fate of an ancient and fallen empire would one day lay in his hands. The world would soon crumble before his might. "I can feel the true warrior within... it is there, ready to awaken. No longer is it bound by the chains of hate. I will set it free as I bring this city to its knee's!" The mighty human smirked as he leaned back from the railing. Turning from the balcony, the warrior ducked his head as he slipped into his suite. Procurring his various gear, the warrior suited up for a 'night on the town': Twin ardentium gladii about the waist, leather armor was placed over his button down, followed by his elven steel breast plate and bracers. Over that came the onyx cape that had become his identifying mark over the last few eras. Lasty on the way out, he grabbed the leather gloves that had helped him take life after life since their purchase. Stepping into the empty streets, torch light danced off his form as the heels of his boots struck rythmically off the cobbled street. And now the darkening was his; his to discover his true self, his true destiny, and the unstoppable power within. Even the Dark Lord himself would not overburden Aeternia with the warrior's presence. Instead... He would see that chaos found its face! OOC: This thread is a random adventure/PC developement thread, and it is open, but join at your own risk. Last edited by Fidelis Meridius; January 22, 2008 at 11:48 PM.