Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Apr 8, 2006 23:56:44 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300](( Anyone can join this rp. You dont need to ask, just post away. But keep it serious and only use three kinds of characters. Fallen angel. 7th order Priest. Or regular human. Read the post to understand more about the three. ))[/glow]
Purgatoty....the place inbetween...some say that earth is purgatory...that it is both heaven and hell....others say that purgatory is a punishment for not beleiving in the lord nor beleiveing in satan. Either way....purgatory had enetibaly wound up on earth, spirits flooded the lands, possesing bodies to try to live once more, or joining together to make mass entities wich they used to exact their revenge on the world that killed them. But after all was done, after the spirits grew bored, they decided that instead of going to rest, they would control the mortal realm, by doing such the spirits were once again able to become mortal again. Some humans, born with a cross burnt into their forhead, others huge beasts that ravaged the lands killing all in their path.
Something had to be done about this, but had to stay secret from the now ruling spirits. How you ask? An underground mercinary group named "The 7th Order Priests". They were an elite group that did battle with the souls of the dead, sacrificing everything in order to save their realm from the spirits of purgatory. To become one of the priests was extremely hard as only choosen people could become such. When you are born you are either a boy or a girl, simple yes? It works the same with the priesthood. When you are born you are either in or out. Now how does one tell if they are a priest or not, that is the question. The priests are specifically chosen from god himself. On thier left arm thier is a White cross, and on the right shoulder there is a Black cross. If you have these marks then your life will be filled with both exitment and danger. You are a born Priest.
So. We know what the 7th order is. But....with all good their comes an evil. You see, Satan caught on to God's plan to stop this take over. And ofcourse he wouldnt allow that. That is why Satan created the "Fallen Angels." And thats just what they were. The leaders were all fallen angels of the highest caliber. There wernt alot of them you see, so Satan had to think a little more. Then it struck him. Make the humans into servants for the Fallen Angels. It was perfect. Now, due to this plan, three things can happen when you are born. One was that when your born, you had no markings on your body, you were just a normal human. The second thing that could happen was that when you're born you have the crosses on your arms meaning your in the Order. And ofcourse the final was that when you are born, you have black wings (black feathered wings) Meaning that not only are you an angel of hell, but your also in the Fallen Angels.
Orphen stood in the side of a steep cliff, the sun just begining to peek over the tall mountians to the east. The rays warmed his face, cold from the early morning temprature. His huge sword, Soul Edge, sat softly on his shoulder as he stood looking out at the plain below. The grassland went on for miles without end. He turned and walk from the cliff's edge, his metal boots making noise with every step he took. It didnt take him long to make it down the side of the cliff and onto the grass floor below. There he began to make his way across to the human capital of Deserail, the largest of 3 remaining human cities. Even with his great armor and heavy weapon, Orphen moved quickly and with great ease. It would take him till noon, however, to finally reach the city.
"STOP!" A voice from above commanded.
Orphen looked up, his long golden hair covering his scarred right eye. He adjusted his sword that sat on his shoulder and waited for the man to order something else.
"What is your buisness in Deserail?" The gate guard asked routinly.
"The Inn." Orphen replied, short and to the point.
The guard didn't reply, instead he vanished behind the wall. A loud cranking noise was heard as the large wood and steel gates slowly swung open. Without a moment of hesitation, Orphen walked forward though the gates and somewhat vanished in the large market in the streets. (Its kinda hard for a guy that has a huge sword and is in full armor to just disappear.)
"Weapons! Weapons! Masterpiece Weaponry for cheap prices!" One man shouted.
"Armor! Sturdy Armor!" A second salesman yelled.
"Herbs! Plants! Flowers of every kind!" A woman exclaimed.
Orphen continued walking, ignoring the pestering salesmen and women. He was about four blocks away from "Morning Star" the city tavern.
"Hey, Cutie!" A womans voice was heard behind him. Only another prostitute from the Brothel. Nothing worth his time.
Orphen continued walking, ignoring the whores words for him to come back. He finally reached the front doors of the tavern, his legs ached from the walking he had under gone the last couple days. The raised his gloved hand to the door handle, twisting it and pushing the wooden door open.
Inside people were every were. All the seat taken so some people stood off in the corner, leaning against the wall. Orphen walked forward to the bar counter. Just as he approached, a cloaked man stood and left, leaving a stool open. Seeing this, Orphen walked over to the stool, lifting his large sword from his shoulder and setting it to the side, he then sat himself down on the stool.
The bartender, dressed in ragged and tattered cotton pants and shirt, made his way around, serving everyone at the counter their drinks. He finally made his way to Orphen, flipping a cup up on to the counter from underneath in a cabnet.
"What'll it be, mate?" The tender asked in a cheiry tone.
"Iced Water." He replied, his throat parched from two days lack of water.
It only took the bartender about five seconds to snatch the glass and slap two cubes of ice into it then filling it almost to the top with already ice cold water then gently setting it back down infront of him.
"No charge. That cup is on the house." The man said as he moved to the next customer.
Orphen didnt let the glass set long, he grasped the glass and raised it to his lips, drinking the entire glass almost as fast as it was filled. He sat the glass down but remained in his stool, wanting to rest for a moment longer before going another 2 days traveling.
"Did you hear?" a man spoke to Orphen. " They say there is a man from the Seventh Order here in town, Along with woman from the Fallen Angels. Who would have thought, that means it wont be long before this place is turned into a war zone like Maliak."
Orphen sat there, untalkitive and opened eared, as he listened to the man spread his gossip. Even though he should be very concerned about the Fallen Angel, and any other priest would use everything to hunt her down. Orphen could care less. He was here for one thing and one thing only, rest.
Purgatoty....the place inbetween...some say that earth is purgatory...that it is both heaven and hell....others say that purgatory is a punishment for not beleiving in the lord nor beleiveing in satan. Either way....purgatory had enetibaly wound up on earth, spirits flooded the lands, possesing bodies to try to live once more, or joining together to make mass entities wich they used to exact their revenge on the world that killed them. But after all was done, after the spirits grew bored, they decided that instead of going to rest, they would control the mortal realm, by doing such the spirits were once again able to become mortal again. Some humans, born with a cross burnt into their forhead, others huge beasts that ravaged the lands killing all in their path.
Something had to be done about this, but had to stay secret from the now ruling spirits. How you ask? An underground mercinary group named "The 7th Order Priests". They were an elite group that did battle with the souls of the dead, sacrificing everything in order to save their realm from the spirits of purgatory. To become one of the priests was extremely hard as only choosen people could become such. When you are born you are either a boy or a girl, simple yes? It works the same with the priesthood. When you are born you are either in or out. Now how does one tell if they are a priest or not, that is the question. The priests are specifically chosen from god himself. On thier left arm thier is a White cross, and on the right shoulder there is a Black cross. If you have these marks then your life will be filled with both exitment and danger. You are a born Priest.
So. We know what the 7th order is. But....with all good their comes an evil. You see, Satan caught on to God's plan to stop this take over. And ofcourse he wouldnt allow that. That is why Satan created the "Fallen Angels." And thats just what they were. The leaders were all fallen angels of the highest caliber. There wernt alot of them you see, so Satan had to think a little more. Then it struck him. Make the humans into servants for the Fallen Angels. It was perfect. Now, due to this plan, three things can happen when you are born. One was that when your born, you had no markings on your body, you were just a normal human. The second thing that could happen was that when you're born you have the crosses on your arms meaning your in the Order. And ofcourse the final was that when you are born, you have black wings (black feathered wings) Meaning that not only are you an angel of hell, but your also in the Fallen Angels.
Orphen stood in the side of a steep cliff, the sun just begining to peek over the tall mountians to the east. The rays warmed his face, cold from the early morning temprature. His huge sword, Soul Edge, sat softly on his shoulder as he stood looking out at the plain below. The grassland went on for miles without end. He turned and walk from the cliff's edge, his metal boots making noise with every step he took. It didnt take him long to make it down the side of the cliff and onto the grass floor below. There he began to make his way across to the human capital of Deserail, the largest of 3 remaining human cities. Even with his great armor and heavy weapon, Orphen moved quickly and with great ease. It would take him till noon, however, to finally reach the city.
"STOP!" A voice from above commanded.
Orphen looked up, his long golden hair covering his scarred right eye. He adjusted his sword that sat on his shoulder and waited for the man to order something else.
"What is your buisness in Deserail?" The gate guard asked routinly.
"The Inn." Orphen replied, short and to the point.
The guard didn't reply, instead he vanished behind the wall. A loud cranking noise was heard as the large wood and steel gates slowly swung open. Without a moment of hesitation, Orphen walked forward though the gates and somewhat vanished in the large market in the streets. (Its kinda hard for a guy that has a huge sword and is in full armor to just disappear.)
"Weapons! Weapons! Masterpiece Weaponry for cheap prices!" One man shouted.
"Armor! Sturdy Armor!" A second salesman yelled.
"Herbs! Plants! Flowers of every kind!" A woman exclaimed.
Orphen continued walking, ignoring the pestering salesmen and women. He was about four blocks away from "Morning Star" the city tavern.
"Hey, Cutie!" A womans voice was heard behind him. Only another prostitute from the Brothel. Nothing worth his time.
Orphen continued walking, ignoring the whores words for him to come back. He finally reached the front doors of the tavern, his legs ached from the walking he had under gone the last couple days. The raised his gloved hand to the door handle, twisting it and pushing the wooden door open.
Inside people were every were. All the seat taken so some people stood off in the corner, leaning against the wall. Orphen walked forward to the bar counter. Just as he approached, a cloaked man stood and left, leaving a stool open. Seeing this, Orphen walked over to the stool, lifting his large sword from his shoulder and setting it to the side, he then sat himself down on the stool.
The bartender, dressed in ragged and tattered cotton pants and shirt, made his way around, serving everyone at the counter their drinks. He finally made his way to Orphen, flipping a cup up on to the counter from underneath in a cabnet.
"What'll it be, mate?" The tender asked in a cheiry tone.
"Iced Water." He replied, his throat parched from two days lack of water.
It only took the bartender about five seconds to snatch the glass and slap two cubes of ice into it then filling it almost to the top with already ice cold water then gently setting it back down infront of him.
"No charge. That cup is on the house." The man said as he moved to the next customer.
Orphen didnt let the glass set long, he grasped the glass and raised it to his lips, drinking the entire glass almost as fast as it was filled. He sat the glass down but remained in his stool, wanting to rest for a moment longer before going another 2 days traveling.
"Did you hear?" a man spoke to Orphen. " They say there is a man from the Seventh Order here in town, Along with woman from the Fallen Angels. Who would have thought, that means it wont be long before this place is turned into a war zone like Maliak."
Orphen sat there, untalkitive and opened eared, as he listened to the man spread his gossip. Even though he should be very concerned about the Fallen Angel, and any other priest would use everything to hunt her down. Orphen could care less. He was here for one thing and one thing only, rest.