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Post by Skye on Feb 12, 2006 20:20:13 GMT -5
OK story is here www.soulcalibur.com/history/index.phpOne named Iria found the sword and it was really by accident. Knowing she would not be able to defend such a sword from getting into the wrong hands she hid the sword once more. Now she's on the run and is the only one who knows where the sword is, and she's too paranoid to show anyone where it is; incase she shows it to the wrong people. Shakrel a man of pure evil, leads many who strive for power, he too searches for the sword, so watch out... www.wizards.com/dnd/images/5n_gallery/90017.jpgYou can create your own character, play Shakrel, one of his soldiers or be a character from the following link... www.soulcalibur.com/souls/index.phpHowever while Iria knows where Soul Calibur is, you need three swords in order to unlock Soul Calibur and when you claim one sword it gives you new abilities www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/fantasy-swords/fantasy-sword.jpg1. Sword of Destruction: gives a large amount of energy to you which can shatter a crater in earth 2. Sword of Hope: raises attributes, such as defense, offense, speed etc. but offense is not raised as much as sword of Destruction. 3. Sword of Knowing: Your soul can leave your body to search the area around you (as far as you want) but during this time your body is vunerable for attack while your soul is off somewhere. ----- Iria walked through the cold mountain pass, her breath leaving a vapour in the air at each exhale. Down in the snow filled valley Shakrel camped with his army. It wasn't a very large army, well for an army anyway. Probably only a thousand men down their, although small he only recruited the most skilled men. She wanted to keep an eye on them, it is said that only few are aware of her knowledge about where Soul Calibur located, hopefully that didn't include Shakrel, but word spreads fast. Moving down further she nestles herself in a small rocky crop in the side of the mountain a bit off fromt he path where she wouldn't be noticed so easily, here she was shielded from the mountians fierce winds. On her back laid her weapon of choice in which she had two of these. i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/Laurlie/fakk5.jpg
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 13, 2006 9:31:38 GMT -5
I will show you... the greatest Nightmare...![/i] www.soulcalibur.com/history/nightmare.phpUpon learning of three more powerful spirit swords, the azure knight added their aquisition to his quest for the fragments of Soul Edge. From Ostrheinsburg castle, countless ravens under the influence of Soul Edge set forth to see, hear, and get what they could on the spirit swords. From this murder's flight came the fact of Soul Calibur's return, and that the key to retrieving it lay in the spirit swords of Hope, Knowing, and of interest, Destruction. In addition to further leads on fragments of Soul Edge, Nightmare began to get an idea of where each sword was kept. Naturally, he first set South for the spirit sword of Destruction, rumored to be somewhere in Malta.
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Post by Skye on Feb 14, 2006 0:27:25 GMT -5
Shakrel paced in his tent. Those swords were somewhere and he wanted the destruction one. Of all three swords to find first, he would prefer destruction, it was ultimate power and with that he would be able to find the other swords and take them no problem. Then it would be having to search for the Soul Calibur. Sitting down he thought about it, he heard rumours that someone knew the exact location of the Soul Calibur, he needed to know more while he was searching for the other three swords. Standing he headed outside where the wind whistled through the camp. "Who can tell me of the rumour? The rumour about someone knowing the location of Soul Calibur." Men who were still outside looked to him, each other, then back to their leader. "Well I heard it was a woman who is in solitude, hiding from anyone, supposedly she even knows where the three swords are." "Nonsense," another man waves his hand dismissivly, "I heard it was someone in dark armour, his arm made of pure evil. He carries Soul Edge... his crimson eyes strike fear in those who look into them-" "Dolt!" the man was smacked in the head, "thats Nightmare, he don't know where the sword is." "Than who does?" Shakrel growled impatiently in the cold winds. "I know it's a woman, i've seen her." Everyone leaned in a bit closer, as he described her completely www.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/iria/full_4_800.asp"You knew we were looking for the swords," Shakrel moved in on the man, "why didn't you say anything sooner?" The speaker began to shrink down from his leader in fear, "Please forgive me sir I did not thin-" "Of course you did not think! Get out of my sight before I decide to kill you... all of you!" the men scattered and went into their tents. Shakrel snarled and went back into his tent which was held up like the rest of the camp with strong supports. They all needed to rest for they were going to have yet another long journey ahead of them tomorrow. Asira began to feel herself get hungry, she had hardly any food. She got an idea. Silently Asira stepped through the camp. The wind and snow had begun to die down and she was able to see where she was going. A few lamps were on here and there but as far as she could see even the sentries (who were wrapped up in ridiculous fur coats) were sound asleep. One by one she slipped her head into a dark tent until she stuck her head into Shakrel's tent. He was standing there, his back to her and her heart nearly leapt into her throat. Stepping back she went to a different tent and fast. Finally she found the tent where provisions were kept and even those sentries were asleep. Oh dear. Snatching up food in leather bags she left the camp un-noticed; or so she thought. For as she dissapeared into the dark, a tall, certain someone with bone armour was standing outside watching her leave towards the mountain pass.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 18, 2006 9:36:58 GMT -5
Uhm... Make it go somewhere...? Yeah... I'm kinda North of everything and making my way down, and I don't so much know where they even are... But, I think I might make an appearance today. Listen that, everyone.
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Post by Skye on Feb 18, 2006 10:36:14 GMT -5
OOC: Lets make it go somewhere yes?
While Shakrel and Iria were in the East, and Nightmare in the North, there would be a strange pull from the East, South and West.
Iria noticed this and tried to move away from the swords as best as she could by moving North, had anyone collected all three she would be the next on the list to find Soul Calibur.
Location of the swords:
Destruction is in the South, near the firey mountain. (Volcanoes which are currently dormant)
Sword of Hope in in the East, faced by ocean spray.
Sword of Knowing is in the West, in the snowy mountains
Changed direction of swords ^^^
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Post by Archangel on Feb 18, 2006 22:20:17 GMT -5
A man stood at the head of a pass, looking down into the valley beyond. It was cold, cold as death, in the mountains of the West, where the ground was so high that you could freeze in minutes when exposed. The man was not exposed. Dressed in the untreated furs of animals, he looked like a beast man, almost as if he were some kind of Yeti. He had heard the legends of the Yeti in the villages around the mountains, and he couldn't help but believe them. He had already seen strange things in his life. Would an 8 foot tall shaggy beast who lived in the frigid cold be really that unbelievable? No, he didn't think so, compared to what he had seen. He stood for a long moment, staring down into the valley. There was a little town nestled in the crook of an arm of the mountains, where it was sheltered from the wind and slightly from the cold. He would make his way down into the village, and learn what he could learn. Because this place was not supposed to exist. No maps showed its location, no foreigners ever visited, no one even talked about it. But he had heard about it. Nursing a hermit on his deathbed in the mountain 40 miles south of here, he had heard the man raving about something called Il Ting de Pal, again and again. The old hermit had been crazy, believing himself to be a prophet, and had taken him in because he had "seen" him in a prophecy. But as the old man died, burning from a strange fever, he had murmured and shouted and spoke of Il Ting de Pal, and where it was. And so, Kilik had decided that's where he would go. Because if anyone knew where one of the Swords was, then someone in a hidden village would. Because that's why he was here. The Swords. He needed to find Soul Calibur, and to do that, he needed to find the Swords of Knowledge, Hope, and Destruction. Because that was the first step. Once he found those three, then he could find Soul Calibur. And once he did...he could destroy Soul Edge. Once and for all. He did not have Xianghua and Maxi on his side this time...but he did have Kali-Yuga. And he had the knowledge needed to purify the evil of the blade. If he had Soul Calibur, he could shatter the evil blade once again, like before. And then, he could take it, and absorb it into his rod. Once Kali-Yuga had the energy, he could find a way to neutralize it. He hoped. He prayed. Adjusting his pack over his back, he gripped Kali-Yuga tightly in his hand, and sighed. The rod still possessed some of the evil it had once used to rule over his body. But it was under control now, better maintained. He wasn't perfect...but he was closer to controlling it than ever before. The years with his master had made him closer. And now, he would find the three Swords and then find Soul Calibur, and then find Soul Edge. That was his purpose in life, now that his Temple was all gone. And in this village might be the key he needed. The key to the whole mystery. With a sigh, Kilik started down the pass and into the village.
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Post by Skye on Feb 22, 2006 17:49:10 GMT -5
By the time morning came around, Iria woke up to a slight hunger. At least now she had food. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes and gasped with sudden shock. "Shakrel..." "Glad you know my name, and do I have the honours of knowing yours?" "Sandra." she lied. Shakrel nodded and looked around the small cave, "I see you visited our camp last night, made good use of your time." Iria backed off as she stood, grabbing a hold of her packs, grabbing one of her swords. Shakrel placed a hand on the hilt of his sword. Iria burst forth from the cave, pushing Shakrel out of her way. He immiediatly set off after her, though she had one advantage; she could scale the rocks no problem. Making it to the path before the dark leader, she started her escape. Shakrel let her go and began walking back to camp, it was just a mere traveller, not worth his ti- "OH SHIT!" Shakrel spun on his heel and looked down the path. The girl was gone and he realized something. This girl was the exact one the soldier had described the night before. He roared out in anger, how could he have been so stupid?!
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Post by v on Feb 22, 2006 17:50:05 GMT -5
"They all called me Jester. Not that that is my real name, you understand? No, who would be christened Jester? Yet, no one saw the requirement to ask for my actual name, so Jester I remained. Just a man, sharp of wit and mind, and this dagger."
"Looks nice, doesn't it. Hold it. No, I insist, doesn't the blade feel cold, moist even? Do you like the way it draws the very light into it? You can't have it, look what it has done to me. It is my burden to bear. Alone. While it has never drove me to fight, or childed me to action, merely by possessing it, I became tangled in a web that even now I cannot begin to comprehend."
"So, would you like to hear my tale? Its not pretty, a life of boredom with moments of blind panic, fear, pain. You do? Well sit for a while then, young sir. Let me buy you a pint of the houses finest ale, and tell you my Jesters tale."
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Post by Archangel on Feb 23, 2006 19:51:56 GMT -5
It was quiet in the village. A little bit too quiet. In fact...it was silent. The only real sounds were the wind whipping through the snow-covered streets, and the sound of a window shutter clattering in the distance. Kilik waded slowly through the knee-high snow, making his way purposefully towards the center of the village. There were no tracks in the village streets, but that could be explained by the fact that it snowed constantly up here in the mountains. He could see no movement behind the windows, but that could be explained by the fact that every house had multiple rooms. They could all be in the back, right? Or maybe they could all be a town meeting, probably somewhere in the center of town, right?
Yeah. Right.
He made his way to the center of the village slowly, and when he finally reached it, he looked around, his gaze penetrating. Where might there be people in this deserted village? There didn't seem to be any shops, any administrative buildings, anything like that. In fact, none of the buildings seemed any different from any of the others. He turned in a full circle, then stopped. This was useless. There was nobody here. Why was he even trying? This place was dead. Il Ting de Pal was a broken-down, deserted old ghost town high up in the mountains. He had wasted his time.
But he was not despairing. Not yet. He had a thought, and went with it. Taking Kali-Yuga and setting it in front of him, its butt end firmly on the ground, he held it in both hands, and began to concentrate. Kali-Yuga was a soul-sucking device. Its nature was to devour souls. He had been controlling it for quite some time now, dampening its power to devour souls, making it less effective and more tame. But now...now he let it go. He slowly released his mental hold on its qualities, and immediately, the staff bucked in his hands. It jumped, like a dowsing rod that senses water. It began pulling him, an insistent, firm pull. Towards one of the side streets.
Kilik followed it quickly, picking up speed as Kali-Yuga gained in force. He was almost being pulled along, his body yanked forward with speed as he followed Kali-Yuga's inexorable pull. Jogging through the high snow, he suddenly pulled up short, stopped....in fact, was slammed to the side. Kali-Yuga yanked him left, towards one of the houses on the deserted street. He knew this was the place.
Quickly, he reestablished control over the powerfull staff. It was like slipping on a glove...your hand never quite forgets what it feels like, especially not if it's only been off for a couple minutes. Kali-Yuga was back under temporary control, but Kilik could feel it beginning to buck a little bit in his hands. Hmmm...it seemed that letting it free, even for a short while, had had some adverse effects. Pushing that thought aside, he took a firm grip on the staff, adjusted his pack on his back, and slowly opened the house door.
Before he could even speak, think, or act, a figure, dark black and covered in fur, slammed out of the doorway and directly into his chest. Flying backwards, he managed to pull off a half a roll, and ended up on his face in the snow. Quickly jumping to his feet, he instantly put up a guard...and was rewarded with the solid sound of a thump against his staff. He parried again and again, the thing trying to hit him, and each time he parried, the strike was a tiny bit harder than the one before.
Now that he was playing defense, he got a better look at his attacker. A male, approximately 40 years old, dressed in heavy furs and big puffy boots. He looked almost as monstrous as Kilik himself did, dressed against the cold. The man was weaponless, but that didn't stop him. He punched, solidly, with his closed fists, which seemed to Kilik about the size of a haunch of meat. Catching the fist again and again on his staff, Kilik began to press forward, inching closer, trying to get his own strikes in between the lightning-fast punches this man was delivering.
The man surprised him with a sudden left hook. Kilik blocked it, but not before a right jab came flying in, getting him right in the stomach. But this left his opponent open for attack. Losing his breath with the hit, Kilik pressed forward and rapped the man on the head with his staff, as hard as he could. Stunned, the man fell backwards, slamming into the door frame.
Kilik pressed forward, sending hit after devastating hit into the man's body. The man tried to defend himself with his hands, and managed once or twice to deflect a good hit, but it was not nearly enough. Kilik hit him again and again, with the point of the staff and with the edge, in the head and in the chest and in the stomach. Finally, the man fell backwards, slammed his head against the door frame, and completely passed out. And he had not spoken a single word.
Kilik stood over the man, his gaze penetrating. Was he playing possum? Would he come back to wakefulness in an instant, and catch Kilik while his back was turned? He huffed and puffed, just barely getting his wind back, and stayed there for a full two minutes, holding his attack stance, waiting for the man to get up. He never did.
Without lowering his guard, Kilik quickly stepped over the man, and moved into the dark house. There were no lights, and the windows didn't let through much light. He stepped cautiously into the room, and tried to look around. There was nothing there. Maybe in the back....
"Come on back here, son. I think we should talk."
The voice surprised him, and he tightened his grip on the staff. It was an old-sounding voice, ancient even, and it held no malice. Carefully, he walked back into the house's only other room, what appeared to be a kind of bedroom. And there, in the center of the room, which was as empty as the front room, sat a little old man. He sat crosslegged, his hands rested on his knees, and he looked completely peaceful. He also happened to look incredibly cold, considering he was wearing only a light shirt and light pants.
"Come, sit down. We need to talk."
"I'll stand, thank you." He was cautious, and did not drop his guard.
"Suit yourself, son. But I have a very important message for you. Would you like to hear it?" The man's face was pleasant, his demeanor calm and cool.
Kilik was barely listening. He was gazing around the room in quick little bursts, then staring at the man, then glancing behind himself at the front room. Looking for signs of danger. His voice sounded distracted. "Yes, I guess. Listen, are there any others here? Who was that that attacked me? What are you doing in this deserted village? What did you need to tell me?"
"Questions, questions! I will not answer any of them, besides that last one. And it's a very simple answer really." He smiled at Kilik, and suddenly the young man saw a glint in the ancient man's eyes, something he did not quite like.
"Snow falls. White flakes. It goes down. But it never goes in without a push. You are not snow. You don't need a push. True, or not? Plus... they say it's warmest in the South, don't they? Snow does not last in warm places. But again....you are not snow."
Kilik looked at the old man, bewildered. "What the hell is that supposed to...?"
He didn't bother finishing. Because the man wasn't there anymore. He darted around the room, searching for him...but there was no place for the man to hide. He had just...disappeared. Kilik cautiously backed out of the room, and turned, looking at the door. The man he had fought was gone. There weren't even any footprints leading away from the house. In fact...the signs of the battle had disappeared. What the hell was going on here?
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Post by Skye on Feb 23, 2006 19:52:51 GMT -5
Iria ran, as far as she could without stopping. She got supplies from his army, thats all she needed. It was too much of a risk to be around him. While the snow didn't seem to go away she breathed a sigh of relief as she didn't see anyone following her, though she had a feeling there would be. So while her run had slowed to a slow walk for the rest of the day, she started focusing on getting out of this damn blizzard.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 23, 2006 19:53:02 GMT -5
Ostrheinsburg's battlements were long behind the Azure Knight. He kept his right arm and sword wrapped in bandages to offset his reputation and draped a plain brown cloak about his infamous armor to keep a lower profile. He traveled south along the mountains and crossed into what is today Switzerland, feeding his accursed blade the souls of those fighters that crossed his path. The ice and cold did not so much as slow his advance on his objective - the Sword of Destruction. Nightmare stopped for the night in a hollowed out cave and built a fire from wood that should have been frozen forever but stood little contest against the Death Knight's power.
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Post by Skye on Feb 23, 2006 20:16:17 GMT -5
Iria tried her best to cover her face and move on, her face feeling as though hundreds of tiny razors were cutting her cold face. Her limbs felt stiff and she was tired. Iria had been travelling all day, now well into the night and just as she felt as though she could collapse, something caught her eye. A warm glow lit up smoke that can only mean one thing; a fire. If she could smile she would of but her face was too darn numb. The fire seemed to warm her cold body before she even reached it and when she stepped into the hollowed out cave, she stopped. "Oh." It was empty, apart from the crackling fire of course. Though she observed foot prints on the ground... hm.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 23, 2006 21:04:43 GMT -5
Although the souls he absorbed had strengthened him, his body still was weary... Nightmare wasn't accustomed to resting his physical form when he had a purpose in mind, but it seemed apparent that this would be prudent. But something happened that he could not have planned for. He sensed a soul with something to hide approaching his cave... Apparently these mountains weren't so empty afterall... He climbed atop the cave and watched in shadow as the woman approached. She entered his cave and looked about, a single word escaping her lips before he made his move. Somehow he came around the corner into the mouth of the cave with only the sound of snow crunching under his steps. "...Ah... I did not expect to see anyone else up here, especialy at this time of night... ...Are you lost...?" His voice held no malice and his form was covered with his cloak completely, the weakened Soul Edge upon his back. He tread lightly here, not wanting to instigate an incident at the moment, and also curious as to what she had to hide.
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Post by Skye on Feb 23, 2006 21:10:52 GMT -5
Iria turned and almost fell over. "Oh you startled me!" She looked over the cloaked man. "No, i'm just a weary traveler. I saw the fire in the distance and thought I would come check it out..." Her cheeks flared a bright red from the cold, and her back was slowly warmed by the fire.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 23, 2006 21:59:47 GMT -5
Nightmare cocked his head to show his false belief in the plausibility of her explaination and walked around her to take a seat by the fire. "A traveller... ...Where is it you are travelling to? Many a soul find themselves lost in these trecherous mountains, my dear..." He sized her up and looked into her soul...
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