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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 4, 2005 15:13:35 GMT -5
Twilight stood at the base of a mountain, whose features reminded him of the world he had forgotten. A place that seemed almost condemned to remain in the absence of light and die of thirst. The ground was dried and cracked, and the few plants that perceived were nothing but brown twigs. Not enough life to considered them alive. He was the liveliest creature remaining, for no animals big or small seemed to inhabit the lands. It was that which made him smile. Utter seclusion, yet he would give shape to the land. He’d give it the life that it deserved, and create a paradise for himself. A place of seclusion. These mountains lingered at the edge of the corporeal plane, and could not be said to be hospitable. Across the never-ending ocean away from the nexus, a place of pain. The area that God had left to rot and brood in shadow for eternity. Perhaps the product of utter abandonment by the sovereign Lord. Yet once you crossed the sea there was still less life than in the heart of the world. No one would surely want to come out this far, except those who sought the most terrible living conditions, and those who wished to test themselves with the dying world. However the small mountainous area was created, it was here that Twilight decided to place his home. With a gentle raise of his hand, the world began to change. He expressed the products of his mind in a shape that could be no less than godly. Lights flashed before him and raised themselves into the sky, and drifted into the rocky tops. Earth, wind, water and fire collectively shaped into the simplest of forms, producing his control of those very elements. Both hands raised before him, and his eyes closed to express his serenity. The divine light that flowed through him as he reached out made him the world, and allowed him to shape it as he saw fit. Whether the sun would shine on this area or not ever again would be of little consequence, because he was about to make his own world. And tie it into the very fabric of reality. He danced his dance, and every move he made struck the mountains with an utter power, forging it and shaping it into the subtle form of a tower. The peaks of the mountains were ground down, fire spouted from the ground, the wind blew and struck the earth, and water fell from the sky to quell the fighting. Lightning struck in the distance and thunder echoed above. Black clouds shared the sky with trickles of light that caress the ground, burning it into existence. Giving life to the now dead earth. Everything was flattening off, yet his power was only growing. His movements so graceful and full long strides that tore the very fabric of reality around him distorting the ties between life and death. And though spirits moaned for the end of creation to come, it was only beginning. He was only starting to express his dream and manifest it into a physical form. Just as she had done so many years ago, Twilight would as well. Her home had been the most inviting and cherished place he had found himself, and he would create a monument of epic proportions. It would be a colossus that shot the sky, and let its glowing light fall upon the land underfoot. Blossoming the lush forests and moving streams. Just as God had completed the world in seven days, he would complete his dream…
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 5, 2005 17:57:20 GMT -5
The Dawn of the second day came, and a rose dawn light fell from the sky. Behind the clouds there was an accumulation of power, and it seemed to be rolling into the form of a sun. The light caressed the world, and made him the single focus of power. Trees were an absent element in the valley he created in, but soon the land would flourish. Today was the day of the fire, for it would ready the land for the first life. One of those four orbs he had sent into the land earlier descended to the ground, and found its way into his outstretched hand. Upon it was the runic inscription for fire, and he smiled gently. Now the torrents would begin.
A maelstrom of fire would erupt from the ground around him, charring the rock and soil black. With simple waves of his hands the fire would spread and flourish through the air. Tearing away bits of rock and gravel, destroying the old. The sky blackened as ash and dust rose into the sky, and mixed with the rose light of his new sun. A haze was cast onto the land, but it did not dampen his spirit, for he knew that the end of this would come soon. He only needed to cast his fire upon the land for so long, just so he could sprout life.
As noon fell the light seemed not to bend, for it stayed suspended in the sky. Not moving at all. From a distance this land looked like nothing but a burning hellish place, whose fires sprouted and reached into the sky with little effort. But now he was beginning to see why he had chosen this place. He could see the beauty of the charred lands. Perhaps he would even place an illusion upon it later, just so none would come to disturb him. It would soon be a beautiful place… he could see it. It was his dream. He danced about the ground spinning the fire across every single facet of land.
As night fell, though none would truly know by the way the artificial sun hanged overhead, he finally began to stop the movements of his hands. He had looked like he was dancing, but that was the basis of Orashin. His fighting style. It was that which he used to manipulate the magical entities around the land, and weave them into an intricate design that would shape his land. But for now the fires had done their job, and Twilight awaited the arrival of the third day because now it was time for rest…
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 7, 2005 18:21:54 GMT -5
The dawn of the third day and the end of the fourth day seemed to roll together, for Twilight did not rest during those days. His goal was to sprout the trees from the ground, which was prepared for their gifts with a sense of purity. He had burnt the darkness out of the land, and now it was time to sew the seeds of life. The time was now to cast life into the barren wasteland, for all would become easier. This was the most time consuming and strenuous part of his week of creation, and so at least he would be over the hump when it was finished.
He cast his hand to the east towards the lands that were filled with life, and two of the elemental orbs he had thrown into the land before arose. They soared into the sky, following the wings of the wind, and found themselves in our true land. The wind element guided them to the perfect place, and the elemental orb of earth gathered his seeds. Seeds that would find his world, and bring the greatest treasure of all. That was life. It was essential to his dream, for without it there could be no purity. Without it there could be no serenity…
Night fell upon the land, you could tell because to the east there was darkness. However, overhead there was fire and ash and dust and water, all of which formed giant black clouds. His mind only held them back, for they were needed. An essential part to his master plan. For as the wind blew the seeds back, the earthen elemental orb planted them in key sports, but that was not all. He cast the orbs back into the ground, and sent the water element into the sky.
There was only one thing that could truly make use of the seven days, and that was his elemental power. He placed life giving energies into the world, as well as powerful planar entities into the world. Spirits that would tie everything together in a web of purity and life, which dwarfed the darkness inside of him. That thirst that had urged him to kill for all those years was silenced, and all that remained was a calling. A calling that had been answered over and over, time and time again. The most powerful foes had fallen to him, and it had satisfied that outcry.
The night seemed to simply fade away as Twilight preformed his dance of life, which called forth the undying energies. The seeds seemed to sprout to life, but it wasn’t enough. His hand drew slowly towards the ground, and a sudden downpour began. It had been building up for three days, and now its power was allowed to grace the land. Instantaneously life flourished, and hundreds of thousands of trees broke through the charred ground. It was true that seeds germinated when nutrients were replenished, and this proved it. The water was quickly taken in, for it was holy. Of course he was beginning to feel out of place here. It was pure, and he was tainted.
The rain faded away, leaving only a few small white clouds. The sun he had created showed out from behind the puffs, and smiled upon him. It was casting a dusk-like state upon the world… and he closed his eyes. Two days had passed, and the land was now blossoming with life… yet he was tired. He wanted to rest… so he sat himself down, and let his mind drift off. The morning would come soon… he could taste it…
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 8, 2005 18:56:35 GMT -5
The dawn of the fifth day had emerged, and now the true trial would begin. Compared to the other days this day would be the most strenuous, for it require his mind and body to work as hard as possible. No time to rest. For the hour was coming closer and closer, and if he wanted to finish before his deadline as he had planned he needed to hustle. Of course he didn’t want to screw anything up… so focus was needed.
The light of dawn hanged gently on the land, and as he stood there in his lush forest he found that the time was perfect for him to sculpt his kingdom. He walked from the trees and found that the black snow covered mountains would be the ideal stone and the perfect place to build stood before him. So he closed his eyes, and felt himself stretch out over the land, for he needed all of his wits about him to create his angelic structure…
His hands extended before him, and in the most graceful fashion he reached out. Though he could not touch the world before him, he knew it was there. He could feel it, and he could taste the very essence that made up every single thing in that forest. The time was so perfect that nothing could’ve made it better. It sent a shiver up his spine. Well he couldn’t just stand there forever wasting his time thinking about it, he needed to get the job done. So he reached into himself, and drew out on the most divine strengths that had been bestowed upon him during his creation, finding that it would be the ultimate weapon.
Shimmering lights, all most like when you see stars at night, twinkled before him in a fashion that was undeniably brilliant in show. They reached out, and gently caressed the peaks… and soon they shattered. Those lights twinkled in the morning dusk, and radiated the internal grace and perfection that was hidden behind the darkness he carried along with him. Such a thing that was hidden by his shadows, and dwarfed by his urge to feed and to kill. It had been used only one time before as he marched down his path of destruction, and that was in the defeat of his ultimate opponent. They were enigmatic, in a sense, and made up his entire entity.
These lights shattered the peaks creating large mile long slabs of rock that were hundreds of feet tall, and as they placed themselves upon one another it was like thunder in the distance rolling over the horizon. He truly wanted it to reach into the sky and break the clouds, which lingered overhead, in the forum of puffy red and orange and blue streams. Yet, he felt something grave in the air. Those red clouds meant that blood had been shed, and it left a shadow in his mind. Something daunting and very deadly. Yet his mind was focused on his future home, which stood above him in the form of a mighty obelisk.
Soon those lights combined themselves into a structure that sat itself atop the tower, and combined with the orbs of the elements created a shimmering globe, which housed the absolute might of his home. He gradually lowered his hands to point themselves at the stone colossus, for now it would begin to take shape.
Through the simple graceful and fluid movements made by his hands, the stones would begin to shatter in key places. These little points would be made down the tower, showering the land in dust and rock and gravel. Soon dusk would come, but there would be no rest for the weary. Twilight would venture inward and begin to sculpt the tower from the inside out, and soon the inner halls would be complete. That would take all night… but at least tomorrow was the final day.
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 9, 2005 8:20:50 GMT -5
Twilight had been working all night, and he could feel the strain. It lingered on his mind pulling him down, yet he did not give into it. He stood strong admiring his work, and as the morning dawn rose he smiled. It was completed, though it still needed to be furnished among other things. The tower was about the size of a small town at the base for good reason, for inside there was a city for his minions. Outside, too, there was a great city. A beautiful place it was, and rose a mile into the sky. It did not look square, however. The entire thing was rounded, and the bottom level rose the highest because it was filled with buildings. The other levels decreased to the size of houses, becoming smaller and smaller. At the top his favorite room was about 1000 square feet. Just about the size of a small house with two bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen, dining room and sitting room. Basically how he had crafted it in the first place. However, the kitchen was on the lower level. Inside he had sculpted a series of houses and inns and taverns, which would be put into play at a later time. The outside of the tower was not smooth. Each level began to get small and smaller until you got to the top, which was the most amazing part. It was almost like a silver whithered and jagged tree that sprang forth into the sky, and in the base of it there was that globe. It powered the entire fortress. Oh the sky, a crystal blue as was the ocean. With white rolling clouds, and though it seemed the plane itself rolled off here there was a sense of homeliness about it. A sense of goodness and purity that this part of land had not seen senses its creation. There were various places upon each level where one was able to walk out onto a balcony, and see the ocean. It sparkled just over the tops of the lush forest, which made it all the more enchanting. And though you could see large sections of rock that had been cut away in the formation of the Tower of Twilight it did not hinder the overall appearance. If anything, it added a new and fresh sensation to it. Twilight was not done, however, for there still needed to be a way for anyone to voyage too and from. So he raised his hand and pointed it towards the ocean, and a great roar sprang from the deep. Almost as if the ground were on fire, the water began to boil, and soon a ver large stretch out land moved out through the water and towards the mainland. The great chasm that once separated everyone from him was now gone, and he perceived it as a good thing. All those who found the Tower were welcome to stay, as was the reason he created such a large city underneath him. Yet that was not enough, he cast his hand to the wind and drew forth more of the life giving seeds, who would plant themselves in the fresh dirt and paint the path with lush fruit-baring trees. This path now led strait from the other lands to his Tower, just as he had planned in the beginning. However, a palace of such nature did require guards, and from the earth he spawned two creatures. Two stone sentinals who were placed at the main entrance, and given life through the globe of his energy. Those planar entities filled them and gave them life, and they served their master Twilight. He found, however, that that was not enough. Twilight was not a man to have slaves, but he could make more servants. Therefore, he called forth the spirits of Gaia. Creatures that were about the size of goblins, but with more a human-like attitude. They would not question him, but fill his halls with food and music. Night had slowly fallen on his new land, so he voyaged to the highest peak of his New Haven, and looked out upon the world. Into the darkness he yelled, “It has been finished!” And then he voyaged inwards, too rest… six days had came, and six had left. And as God, on the seventh day he would rest as well as feast…
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 10, 2005 18:14:56 GMT -5
Twilight stood on the balcony of the mighty tower looking downward at the land. The seventh day, the day of rest, had progressed easily, and it made him smile. All of the furniture and things had been brought in by his helpers, and in the hall behind him was a mighty table fit for eighteen people… with his chair at the end. The hall was greatly forged, and lighted excellently. He had done a job worthy of the Gods, and it made him smile. The table was covered with food. All of it steaming hot, and ready to be eaten. However, he seemed concerned on the people below. Watching as hundreds flocked to the town inside. Peasants with no prior home. And that was what made him truly smile. He couldn’t figure out why he had done this, but he had. Perhaps it was not only for his self but for others as well, but whatever the reason it was done. He hoped that his friends would come to the feast, otherwise he’d have to eat everything himself. All though he was not opposed to that, he did find it somewhat slobish. So Twilight only stood and watched and waited. The day was beginning to end, and dusk was falling. It was beautiful here, and he could really not take his eyes of the land.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jul 11, 2005 3:42:38 GMT -5
A single swordman wove through the crowd. He didn't move all that fast, especially when compared to the multitude of people rushing into the establishment, their eyes drowning in groundless hope. Or maybe not. Maybe this man would give them what they needed.
Kadjay didn't particularly care either way. These people were not his charges, and were therefore expendable.
The red-headed swordsman slowly moved through the crowd, somehow unnoticed by them. It was an odd site to behold, as the crowd seemed to move out of his way without ever realizing that they had done it. The swordsman would continue on a straight path, and the tides of life simply parted before him, and closed behind him. No eyes followed him from among the crowd, and there was absolutely no trace of magics being used to achieve this effect.
It just seemed as if the world ignored the individual. Twilight, should he look in the general direction, would see him without much difficulty, even noticing the strange reactions of the crowd.
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Post by Aaryana NeThora on Jul 17, 2005 8:05:59 GMT -5
The only sound carried by the wind from her form was the gentle rustling of feathers as her great white wings stretched out behind her. She soared high in the fresh sky and looked with a firm gaze down at the creation below. It had not escaped her notice, how could it? The very element of life had been touched and therefore her as well, no matter how muffled that sensation had become. Her short attention was for the moment caught and from the high sky, hiding in the blinding rays of the sun she flew towards the black tower that seemed to have grown from the mountains themselves. As she reached it the gentle beat of her great wings quickened as she began her descent.
She saw a man make his way through a crowd that parted oddly around him and with a quirk of her head similar to that of an owl her golden green gaze landed on him, watching him advance towards the tower. All seemed attracted to it, it seemed.
Dressed in all white, simple pants openly laced up on the sides and a satin sleeveless blouse with a beautifully embroidered shawl over her shoulders, she descended to the balcony on the high levels of the tower where Twilight stood. Her bare feet reached, toes first, down towards the dark cool stone and she took a step or two in landing gracefully. She stopped and looked around with an observational gaze that moved from item to item with quick movements, much like that of a bird, until her gaze came to rest on Twilight. Her expression didn't change; it was blank and thoughtful.
[shadow=gray,right,300]"…and on the seventh day he rested. Is a new God walking among us?"[/shadow]Her voice seemed to have two chords to it as she spoke, one sharp and bright and one just a chord deeper and softer.
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 27, 2005 9:08:39 GMT -5
Twilight stood firmly on the balcony, for it was the ideal place to look upon his creation and marvel at its beauty. It was true he was proud of his work, but why shouldn’t he be. It was not vanity to have pride in what one accomplished, was it? Of course not. There was no sin in that line of thinking. The only sin was to gloat and be smug in the face of all that you’d created. For that would bring destruction and ruin to the very heart of that which you cared about. This was another one of Twilight’s revelations… his little quirks… a subtle feeling he received.
But something about his New Kingdom reminded him of a little kid with an Ant farm. With little effort he could save them or destroy them… it was a cold feeling. And though it did not send a shiver up his spine, it did press heavily on his mind.
There was a moment when the red-haired man in the crowd had his eye, but things change. He was on the seventh level balcony, but it was not the highest. The dining hall was set on upwards, but he wished to stand here. The wind whipped about the land and caught his form throwing his long hair into a flurry of silver and white. However, not all things stay the same. Twilight’s eyes quickly flickered, and that smile became a grin.
“If a God walks among us, well… I’d guess they’d stay as far from me as they could.” A soft laugh was issued, but it was not all just a joking tone. Through the calm and somewhat controlled tone the whisper of malice and cruelty resided. Perhaps not the most notable or the most vibrant anymore, but it was there. It was like a curse… it’d never leave. Just like the shadow that loomed over him.
But this… an angel… that was unexpected. He supposed that demons would walk among his people… but you never could tell these days.
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Post by Aaryana NeThora on Jul 27, 2005 18:30:01 GMT -5
She watched him as he spoke and laughed, catching the clear undertone in the melody of it clearly and something flickered in her eyes for a split second and the same moment the tattoed pattern that covered the left side of her face would seem to move just slightly, visible only as a suggestion and even that only to eyes that were intently on her. Perhaps there was something in that undertone of his laughter that caught her notice, something that reminded her of something. As the ghust of wind whirled around him it took hold around her also throwing her glistening white long hair about her and brushing through the feathers and causing ripples in the satin of her bluse. But the intent gaze was solidly on Twilight and she didn't seem to care if indeed she noticed at all.
A corner of her mouth twitched very slightly in good humour.
[shadow=gray,right,300]"If that is the case then you certainly do offer a place of rest from the most judging of eyes. A true Feat."[/shadow] That same dual-layered voice of hers spoke.
Bright white wings stretched out behind her and a final soft rustle of silky feathers could be heard in the wind before they folded up behind her. The spine of them covered with that same dark interlace that spread across her face, neck and left shoulder and disappeared under her blouse. Her eyes looked down and to the left a little at what appeared nothing at all, almost as if she was thinking but the look in her eyes lacked that thoughtful gaze.
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 29, 2005 12:42:42 GMT -5
An unimpressed 'hmph' fell from Twilight's lips, and he turned his side to her slightly. After crossing his arms over his chest he tilted his head to an angle. A moment of silence befell him, but it was shortlived. For a sarcastic voice rang out, carrying as many layers as hers.
"Well I do what I can..."
He paused afterwards, saying nothing else for the moment.
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Post by Aaryana NeThora on Oct 5, 2005 5:07:05 GMT -5
The golden green eyes returned to him as he spoke and she watched him go silent for a few moments before making a small nod and turning and heading inside.
[shadow=gray,right,300]"So it seems."[/shadow]
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Oct 29, 2005 9:03:46 GMT -5
Twilight inquired, "Do you have a name, or should I make one up for you?"
Slowly he found himself made his way around the circular room. His bootsteps were deep and melodic, and as he moved about the room appearing to inspect nothing at all. Nothing seemed to be on his mind, for those simple crimson eyes would not tell of the secrets within, nor would his movements give away anything that would open the doors to the monsterous maze within. Everything he had inside he'd take to his grave..
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Post by Aaryana NeThora on Oct 31, 2005 20:46:11 GMT -5
Aaryana stopped inside the room and snapped her head to the side, pinning a stern golden green gaze at him and holding it as he moved within the room, most of her face concealed by her hair.
[shadow=gray,right,300]"An attempt at wit?"[/shadow]
Her eyes suddenly broke away as if she had found something more interesting to look at, though they never settled on anything, just looked at the room she had entered, searching for a worthy seat.
[shadow=gray,right,300]"Aaryana NeThora. But feel free to make your own if the thought so pleases you."[/shadow]
Her strange voice seemed competely free of sarcasm or humour. He could do as he wished, she had no wish to claim thisone's freedom. Whether she would take notice of it was another matter.
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Nov 24, 2005 21:28:53 GMT -5
Glanced at her, and seemed to switch between a grin and scowl. Her comment fell upon his ears as an insult, and he felt a bit of rage run through his body. It was a simple jolt, but the sarcasm broke him free of the bonds that were suddenly placed upon him. Twilight enjoyed humor, but in his own home those comments were best kept to ones own self.
[glow=white,1,500]"Ah... well, just call me Twilight..."[/glow]
His voice had grown somewhat weary of the moment, and possibly aggitated by her. However, during this time his servents had entered from the main elevator, and placed a feast fit for a king upon the table top. The cold black stone glissened with food, which was spelendidly prepared. Twilight the noted;
[glow=white,1,500]"I do hope you will stay for dinner, Miss Aaryana..."[/glow]
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