The basic rules outside of this short list your free

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1. At the begining of the story must have between 20-40 hp max.

 

 

 

2. Can be any race you chose, unless it involves becoming the most powerful thing in the story.

 

 

 

3. Must have an ability.

 

 

 

4. When creating the character you must include a bio stating the area of origin, something about the character, something about the skill of the character.

 

 

 

5. No character can help another character unless they are in the same area.

 

 

 

6. Must react to another character but may not kill them

 

 

 

7. Must have a character in order to post.

 

 

 

8. Characters can only be lvl 1 when starting.

 

 

 

9. Must not suddenly discover a way to the end(mainly as there isnt one)

 

 

 

10. Dieing is part of the story so if you are really weak just die

Name:Xoex

 

 

 

Hp:20 Lvl:1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exp:0/100

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: Ethereal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skilled in: Herblore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abilities:

 

 

 

Ether bolt,Engulf,Ether burst,Absorb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bio:

 

 

 

Drawn to this new plane when her own is under heavy attack, she is the last of her race. She is unfamilier with this plane, but is skilled in herblore so should not make too many mistakes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tumbling downward into the abyess, Xoex must reach out and find the door to the plane she wished to find. She had been sent to find what was out there, on the other planes. Selected because she was a Ethereal, a creature of magic and life. Then she saw the door to another plane, after all this falling she had adapted to it .She now was quick and nimble, she darted through the door. The shock nearly killed her, there was a mighty force ripping downwards. She had entered a plane of earth and air, she needed to recover quickly as she was falling. The wind in the air was disrupting her structure, she needed to land or she would be blasted apart. She was heading into a huge [bleep]ed spire, that had risen from the ground or had been pulled up by the beings here she did not know. Pulling her rapidly disapearing body together was no easy task, but she did it and slammed into the ground.

 

 

 

-11 hp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had attraced the attention of a poison spider, by this but was to engaged in pulling herself together to see them. Suddenly it jumped on top of her, she quickly began to attack the first one, it was thrown back by a ether burst, but soon coming back for a second round. She put all of her power into a second ether burst, but it was not enough, the spider was already upon her. Her Engulf spell was the only option. The spider was held in a firm grip and was being ripped to sheads.

 

 

 

Gained 30 exp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was in danger here and began to retreat quickly toward a fire that was bellowing smoke. Reaching it just before nightfall, she was glad that the group of 3 men where asleep. There was also a guard but he was reading a book, not paying any attention, so she slipped in a took a bundle of herbs. She quickly fashioned a dose of life blood to restore her life force.

 

 

 

HP:20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She kept a few herbs for later. Then attacked from behind the guard she fired an ether bolt at him, but he dodged it somehow knowing it was there. The others would be up in a matter of seconds she needed to finish this now, but he seemed to see into her mind, dodging every blast. 2 others were running toward her now, while the 3rd stayed back tightening his bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A quick burst soon knocked the bow from his hands, only a few meters back but it was far enough for now. The guard was her next target, although he seemed invinsible. She had to resort to attempt an absorb, by no means easy, pulling the life force out of him seemed impossible. Eventually she had him, channaling the energy to a bolt, she fired with a dead eye into the bowmans chest. The other 2 now slightly afraid began to summon energy spheres to help them. Invain was there attempt, they fought on but the ether was merely passed through by the energy. Their swords pieced her though damaging her heavily. She had nearly fallen by the time she drove them off, killing one and wounding the other.

 

 

 

-17hp

 

 

 

Gained 20+20+20=60exp

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Retireing to the camp that had now been left to her, Xoex found what little she could in the satchels of the defeated; a pile of rocks with engravings on which she absorbed into herself strenghting her(+5hp), so flat discs golden not much use so she left them, the bow that had fallen from the mans hands was useless to her as were the 3 swords that they carryed. She was now badly injured and need rest, she took up the spot next to the fire and slept.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

End of day 1

 

 

 

8hp

 

 

 

90exp

Day 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waking refreshed would have been nice but having sat up half the night, then getting attacked by an army of feral ants wasn't what she had in mind. But as the sun rose she set off once again, boldly going forward as she did not know what was to become of her if she stayed at the deserted camp much longer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly she found herself confronted by a sign post stuck in the middle of nowhere. She paced about it until she saw so writing scrawled across the top.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâY Gds Panesseon, F Gds Rantaf, N Gds Gandam, D Gds FantageÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ She was puzzled by this strange language. She had never encountered it before, guessing was her only option. Assuming that each of the last words were towns, that it went NESW and that Gds was to, she set of west toward Fantage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Staying that path for about, she began to think that it wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t such a good idea as not covered in on all sides by trees. But she needed to find a city or at least shelter for the night. Finally giving up for the day was not easy but she needed to do it there was no way she could carry on in her current state. Climbing one of the trees was her best bet, so up she went. She would have to sleep tonight or there was little point in continuing towards the town.

Day 3/4

 

 

 

Breating heavy in the cool air of the night. Came the rider. Right under her, sleeping the the tree. The rider went passed. Sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waking the next morning refreshed was the last thing on her mind. Stuck in a net, magicly shielded, she was dragged towards the city. 'This could take awhile' said the rider, 'Why not tell me how you came to be up in that tree. ' She of course could barely understand it through his think accent and the net, but understood enough and began her tale of woe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She talked about many things: her plane, her training in herblore, The mystrys that she had so far faced. At which point he began to explain the way of writting. Then he fell silent as she carryed on telling tale of her fight with the 4 men. More than a day had pasted, she was stilled in a net tied to the back of a 'horse' (as she understood it) on a cart being pulled along the road, although she did not like it in the net she found it well protected from the elements as well as from attacks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eventually they pulled forward into the city where the guard where checking the bags, but the rider had an agreement with the guard as he was a 'rider of Fantage' quickly entered throught the backdoor of the well protected fortress. Passed the armed guard, throught the huge 'mehilan' gates and into the keep. Up and up they went on an steepering ramp, toward the main tower. Entering the 'maging tower' wasn't taken lightly, a wasted trip would mean death to the rider, the only ones who ever entered of left the castle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The prospect usally scared 'Arven' as he was called but a catch like this would surely make him a lord if not a duke. Dropping the net off at the main hall, secured by two squires. It would be taken into the the masters of Fantage 'The Last Outpost', after the great clash of the gods it was all that was left of a once great empire based in Faldor, Fantage and Morton.

 

 

 

Up the guilded rails, up into the bowels of the fortress. While Arven carmly walked away into the nearby taven, not knowing that it would be this moment that turned him from a Rider to a Lord to a Outcast to a Villian on the run ,all hinging in that Taven within 20 minutes. But thats another story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now realising that she had been moved and betrayed by the rider, she vowed to hunt him down. But first to get out of the net, 'how?' she asked herself. Of course she couldn't get out but she could move, hovering then rising upwards. She hit the ceiling with a soft bump, moving back and forth she squeezed a small hole in the neck of the net. The squires had run off for help, they would get back soon. She was weak from not eating but was out of the net. A wonderful site met her, runes, lots of runes. Quickly absorbing them into her Ethereal body, charging it beyond any thing before.

 

 

 

Reached lvl 38

 

 

 

HP 50 of 50

 

 

 

EXP 8000/8700

 

 

 

(Please note that this will happen alot like quests)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The guard quickly arrived but were discharged with a few bolts(50+50+50=150exp). Now to get out of the tower, but she was under attack again by mages this time 30 of them all blasting off fire bolts.(-25hp) She fought back but they were covered in a protective barrier, inpenatrable but not indestructable. She was soon absorbing the barrier which was self regenerating and reverseing it onto the mages. The two walls of energy crunched togehter, like a pair of sybols. With their barrier being drained of energy and not being able to fight back against it they began retreating, one by one. But she was angry and began to resume her bolt throwing, the already weakened barrier collapsed, the energy blasted back onto the mages. Effectivly kill all those doing the spell. Now she turn her attentionto the other mages, blasting them with bolt after bolt, her rampage deeping futher and futher. Soon the mages were all dead but the were now archers flying of bolts, but these only served to the intense of the battle. Soon the grounds were strewn with the bodys of archers and mages alike, the swordsman were to scared to move into attempt to kill her. She went deeper into the castle, plunging into bloody battle against anything she laied her eyes on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eventually the rush of gaining so many lvls wore off and she was forced to leave the castle, but before she had left Fantage she left a gift. She blew up the tower and with it the last remains of the empire that stood there.

level: -2

 

hp: 3

 

race: kattycat

 

likes: abc tunafish

 

 

 

during the day, i found an abyssal whip!

 

 

 

I died....

 

 

 

and...

 

 

 

Yoda is not a bird!

Fangor

 

Race: Halfling (Elf-Human Combo (There has to be at least 1, its a rule!))

 

HP: 30/30

 

MP: 200/200

 

Level: 1

 

Skill: Unknown, But with untapped into magic powers

 

Age: Unknown

 

Date of Birth: Unknown

 

Place of Birth: Hocalona

 

Bio: Was aboandoned by his family after the town Seer Thouht the town would be destroyed and needed on more to continue the line of Elven-Human Children. 3 days later, the town was consumed by fire.

 

Alone and afraid, Fangor aged 10 at this time, disapeared from sight for 100 years into the forests surrounding his dead town, then was seen by a few different people in the forest. Some say he was an old man, othersd a small child, but all saw a male walking with a anicient manuscript....

 

 

 

Notes---

 

 

 

Fangor carries a manuscript that has a history of his dead land that has many strange riddles, like......

 

 

 

The one who carries the script,

 

Has many ahed of him...

 

 

 

When his powers increase, he can find more from his manuscript and learn new spells.

 

 

 

Ok, thanks, and is this Final Fantasy Based, and when my character comes in, can he start by attepting to mug Xoes?

BUMPSES!