role playing

[zipper11]

THE HUNT IS ONE

 

 

 

hehehehe

[Xewleer]

Varrock was quiet(er) in the night than the day, however, he heard scuffles in the local pub, looking in, he was about to intervene when the elf took care of herself. he moved on, wasn't his fight...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

moving on, he reached al Kharid and his contacts, he knew where Agorack (please tell me how to spell it!)was heading and where he would be, a matter of time, he chose his time carefully, as always. He would folow and try to arouse no suspicions, he had time. And he had money, It made no difference to him. Lumbridge was a small town but he had things to do, like play the organ

[Garion11]

Garion was walking around when he was ambushed!

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The wind whipped through the air, a pile of leaves were caught in the breeze. The leaves spun round like water down a plughole. Another wind, stronger than before, the leaves were scattered westwards. Aquan stepped out the wind, there was no one around. He was near Tavenly, the road streched out, disappearing over the horizen, and then the wall rose up beyond it. Aquan began to walk towards it, there were few peple around his early, the sun slowly had begun to rise. The wind was back, a chill lashed Aquan's robes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The path was long, nothing was there. He arrived at the gate, a solom guard looked up towards him. This was gonna take some talking....

[issy2]

Also I invented a word lol. 'Misa' i'm not sure if it means anything but I thought it sounds a bit like a medieval word for 'middle' and that's what it means.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone else on this thread had an idea for an event in Varrock where everyone could meet. Well I thought this could be it - everyone (well, most people) attend so Haggard and Helenia could meet Fiernir and the others here. But what they don't know is why Roald is holding this mysterious festival...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Come, people, come! Harken to the news I bring!'

 

 

 

The crowds, pushing and pulsing in Varrock Square, eventually settled to an expectant hush. The herald, dressed in bright purple and red velvet, was standing on the fountain with a scroll in his hand.

 

 

 

'Let it be known to all,' he began, 'that King Roald, may be honour and be honoured by Guthix, is holding a festival in the streets of his city. There will markets and entertainment, food, and wine. Let it be known to all! Spread from here and give the word! Travel far and travel wide, and who come in peace will be given access to the city for the duration of the festival, a mighty twelve days, in the Misa of May! And may every man and woman, every child and every infant, every elf and every human, every dwarf and every fairy attend!'

 

 

 

The crowds exploded. Shouts were heard, people hugged and praised both King Roald and his God. A festival of this size had never been heard of in Varrockian times. And slowly the square began to empty, which the citizens rushing away to fill their cupboards and their wine cellars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Helenia, standing alone in an alley after returning from Horvik's smithery and having her silver sword tweaked back to perfection, had heard all that was going on. It was suspicious, to say the least. King Roald had a war to fight, and all his finances would surely be funding horses, armour, lances, food, medical attention and the hundred and one other things warriors would need on their travels. So why, oh why, was he now taking such a huge risk and holding a twelve day carnival? It just didn't make sense.

 

 

 

Deciding Haggard would know more about Roald and the situation in Varrock, she headed back to the inn, praying that he and his uncle would have made up. A family feud was the last thing she needed right now.

[sephiroth_king]

Oh, Xewleer, you don't have to put Fienrir/Argarok :lol: Just Fienrir, Argarok is just an...Altar ego...Or more of his dark side that no one knows about besides Ed. Okay, with that cleared up...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What is the Twilight path?" Ed asked. Fienrir sighed, a solemn sigh that signaled a tale of a long story. He stuck his blade into the ground, and began his story:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The twilight path...Is a path only navigated by those who are daring and noble enough to walk it. It is a dangerous path; it binds those to an ancient curse known as the Trilese, where the anctient sages of our land embody that one person with a dangerous manifestation that threaten's the person's soul. Like a virus, it slowly takes over the body...But not with a sickness. No, darkness is the only way the Trilese can survive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Being the only one noble enough o walk a path this dangerous, I sought out the sages, and prayed to them for this power. The embodied me with these accursed rings you see on my fingers. With them, it allows my dangerous dark side, my deadly alter ego, Argarok, to come out and destroy the threat to the host. Obviously, I'm the host. Containing an evil spirit is never easy, Ed. Having to always seek and quell souls to keep Argarok at bay..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That...Wasn't you who killed that guy? It was...Argarok?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Correct. But when I went to the war, I never intended for Argarok to be released...But he was. So my name goes widespread and famous for wiping out half of the opposing army. Ya, half of them were killed respectfully by me. The other half was obliderated by Argarok..." Fienrir fell silent. Ed spoke up:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What do you mean by 'seeking souls'?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, think of it. Oblideration is a term for destroying, and leaving no traces of anything. What Argarok does is feasts on the soul of the man, then his body wanes away in never ending twilight." Ed nodded his head, almost in a trance. Fienrir pulled himself up, saying: "Let us be going, the king of Varrok had invited me long ago to an event he is hosting; he wants me to be with him...We've been very good friends since we were teenagers. All of the army was invited back, but I came back first...Anyway, come along!" Fienrir nudged Ed up, gesturing him to follow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Alright, Fienrir," Ed replied happily "But only if you teach me how to perfectly aim a bow!" He laughed. Fienrir only smiled. "You got it, Ed."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arriving at the grand city, crowded as ever, Fienrir knew he wouldn't have to keep a high guard here. "Alright Ed," Fienrir said "take this money, and get a new supply of arrows, and a new bow if you would like." Ed happily took the money, running towards the fletching shop, and Fienrir walked towards the grand castle. He wwas relieved when he reached the shade; either it was hot, or the body heat from thse people are making it warm. Regardless, Fienrir slowly walked inside of the castle (there was no difference inside; there were actually more people inside than out!) and whistled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir!" Looking over, the king was walking towards him, readying himself for the code of arms (A handshake to tell if you were to kill the man or not). "You came! I was afraid that you would be side tracked."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh, I was. I'm actually training a kid, who had wished to run away from his home."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Really?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He's very strong...I want him to be my pupil..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He's that strong? Incredible..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He has a heart of a lion...He is going to be a very strong lad." King Roald pat Fienrir's back, repliying:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He may have a heart of a lion, but does he have a heart of Fenrir? You do..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You know as well as I do...I'm known for that...But I have a heart of a demon." Roald and Fienrir were already at the top of the tower, looking over all of the people, and Fienrir saw Ed running towards the castle. Roald cleared his voice (Fienrir cast a spell to be projected), and began:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Welcome one and all! I'm very glad that all of you could make it. As you all know, it is the first annual festival, and all of our warriors from the war have returned. Many of you have been wondering were the warrior of legend went, or what happened to him. Well, he is right here. Please, welcome Fienrir!" The crowd boomed with cheers of excitment and awe.

[sephiroth_king]

This story is getting crazy now!!! :ohnoes: Keep up the good work everyone!!! :thumbsup: :wall: OW!

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Aquan chose his words carefully, the guard was obvouisly not interested in letting him though. When ever Aquan went to speak he would be cut off by the guard pointing to a sign 'The guard has the right to refuse anyone under the age of 21'. Aquan felt a small spark of anger ignite inside of him. He tried to smother it, but it grew in intesitiy. He focused his mind, reading the sign, increasing in speed. The sign's words began to blur together. The iron began to melt away and the wall began to crumble. The sign was a bubbling iron welt on the now chipped wall. The guard raised his sheild, but alas a moment to late. The lump cut him through, like a blade though air. A bulge of air burst, the blood smattering against the wall. Aquan again said a few inaudiable words, and the body, and the blood sank slowly though the earth. He kept walking, Faldor was his destination. With the sun at his back, he carried on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The white walls gleamed a dazling light when the light fell on them. The bird's song sang softly in the surroundings. The anger was replaced with peace and Aquan entered the town. The guards here were much more accepting, the gates swung duty-fully open. They revealed the nasty looking cannons that had been set up inside them. The town was known for its protection, few got in while they had a weapon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bar's picto-sign swung above the entrance. Inside a less than cosy atmosphere had devolped. It was aired by two back doors, the wind blew though as he opened the door. The winter was not long pasted, at least it was still felt here. The view on the moat was not a pretty one. A turgid foam was floating on the water. Aquan turned to the barkeep, she was young, sort of cute in someways. She gave him a sharp smile and nodded to the stairs. They curved out of sight, he climbed them, each step defined. The smell of tea caught him. Walter took a sip from the cup. It let out a [weakness] as it touched back on the saucer.

 

 

 

'It is as you though, the dwarf is dead. He is being processed, in time we may find out who killed him. But its guesswork as of yet.' Aquan had trained for this, give only details.

 

 

 

'Of course, I hear that he died less than a minute before you delivered him. We should be able to get a clean print off it.' He took another sip, 'I am sending you to Varrock. We have reason to believe something is happening there. The king is trying to fight a war, but is still trying to have some sort of festival. We need to find out what is going on. Our contact, Helenia has been undercover for a year or so, I want you to meet up with her. Report back in any event, the king seems unstable, spell or otherwise we need to know.'

 

 

 

Aquan turned to the painting on the back wall, a snake eating its tail. It always brought him great calm. 'Yes sir, I will report back in five days. Until then.' He walked towards the painting. As though a sudden gust of air had stuck the room, he blew like powder on to the wind.

[zipper11]

very good i like them alot =D>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

as Ed tryed to make his way into the castle guards stopped

 

 

 

"what do you want" guard 1 said

 

 

 

"well i want to go in and find my friend" Ed said

 

 

 

"well guess what your not going to" guard 2 said

 

 

 

Ed turned around and started to walk away when he turned around a ran for the door bashed by the guards and ran off into the crowd..

[Fist_of_ozzy]

A loud noise from the kitchen had woken me up.

 

 

 

I immeaditly opened my eyes and saw daylight from the windows.

 

 

 

I had fallen asleep, on a chair?

 

 

 

"Well now I see your up, noon it almost is." Helenia said.

 

 

 

My head pounded and I couldn't get up from the chair.

 

 

 

I fell off of the chair and I pushed myself off of the ground, I was having a hangover.

 

 

 

"I got...Drunk?" I said slowly.

 

 

 

Helenia nodded.

 

 

 

"You we're on the floor passed out, before I picked you up and put you back on the chair."

 

 

 

I rubbed my head and l looked around.

 

 

 

"Uncle's gone I guess."

 

 

 

Helenia nodded.

 

 

 

"Where too now?" I asked.

 

 

 

"Just look outside." replied Helenia.

 

 

 

I put on my cloak and took my bow and dagger.

 

 

 

"What do you need those for?!" Helenia exclaimed.

 

 

 

"You never know when you'll run into trouble."

 

 

 

We walked out the inn door and amazed I looked around.

 

 

 

A festival was occuring, and everyone was here.

 

 

 

The streets were so crouded, it was hard to walk anywhere.

 

 

 

It was so loud. Noises from all different directions shattered the silence in my ears.

 

 

 

I put my hands on my ears and tried to block out all of the sound, it was screaming loud.

 

 

 

'How could I not wake up to this?' I thought to myself.

 

 

 

I fell to my knees with my hands over my ears.

 

 

 

"MAKE IT STOP!"

[Xewleer]

Back to varrock, he had not anticipated Fienrir to move about so quickly, it was very annoying, but no matter. He was talking to king Roald, a friend if his information was correct. He did not care what the festival was about, though he planned to take his sister and loved one to it if possible, but he sensed he should move out. He knew that feeling, happened before the battle of Edge when the dome was destroyed (reference to the Advent)

 

 

 

He listened to speeches, and watched the pomp. Then he saw Fienrir's companion try to enter, then fail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

he do so loved these plans of his!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"hey kid! come here! I saw you try to get in there, I'll help ya in, there's a secret way, through the sewers, I can take you to the castle, past the walls at least."

[sephiroth_king]

Nice reference, I like that story because I wrote it, :lol: . Thanks, it goes good with the story. Use any other refernces if you want.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Roald, you had to get the crowd going, huh?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can' help it. Everyone loves you. Now get up there!" Roald pushed him so he was visible, the roars of the crowd quacking the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hello, all! I also welcome back the soldiers, returning from the war! and---" Fienrir stopped, looking down at the gaurds shoving their way through the crowd at a small figure. Ed?! "Hey, stop!" Fienrir jumped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir!" Roald held a hand out for him, but Fienrir didn't even acknowledge it. The crowd started to scream, as Fienrir gracefully landed on the ground (Although leaving a giant pothole in the ground). He started to shove his way through the crowd, most of the girls sighing with excitment, some of the men trying to stop the gaurds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"OW!" Fienrir slammed into a cloaked boy, knocking him to the ground. "What's your problem?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry!" Fienrir pulled the boy up. "But I can't talk, those gaurds are after my pupil!"

[zipper11]

sorry i wont be able to post that much 2day im looking after one of my puppys ^^

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS keep up the good work+ :thumbsup:

[Xewleer]

The kid was running through the streets, Hylean didn't notice the chasing guards until too late. Run down, the kid was running toward the sewers anyway more in panic than design he decided to head him off.

 

 

 

"Hey kid! down here and you'll evade the guards!"

 

 

 

He jumped down! He was Hylean's in a moment!

 

 

 

Fienrir jumped down and heard the scuffle of his pupil and followed after the sounds, forcing his alter ego down.

 

 

 

The fight was inevitable, and they stood off for a moment.

 

 

 

"So you babysit now, its been too long, the wars were not kind at all."

 

 

 

"No less kinder than I'll be to you if you don't give him back!"

 

 

 

"Certainly, for a fight!"

 

 

 

Edward ran off, taking refuge behind Fienrir, looking for his bow and arrows.

 

 

 

"I have orders to kill you Fienrir! We were too kind on each other last time!"

 

 

 

"Since when have I ever been kind to traitors to his people! City! Family!"

 

 

 

And they fought, Fienrir and Hylean slammed their blades together. They fought long, hard, they locked weapons and the halberd gave way, and slid down the blade's length. "cobra strike!" and Hylean attempted to cut Fienrir with his dagger, almost catching him. However, he attacked again. He slid through the defense and stabbed Hylean in the chest.

 

 

 

"Don't think this is over! Teleport to Falador!" he showed the runes in between his fingers and disappeared.

[sephiroth_king]

Panting after the long battle, Fienrir glanced at Ed. "It seems your parents haven't taught you to noot follow strangers! Idiocy like that shall get you killed!" Ed bowed his head in shame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, Fienrir."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"C'mon, you must get back to that ceremony. You go. That man isn't the only one with greater magics. Teleport to Falador!" With a flash, he was beggining to dissapate---But was quickly reformed. Blast, he must have used a block magic spell! Sneaky man...Thus he climbed out of the sewers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cheers of the crowd were bigger than ever. Many of the younger women went to see him, Fienrir trying to push his way through. He never actually liked being an idol, nor a hero. He was also worried of the man that he knocked to the ground. he broke through the crowd of grls, taking refuge in a nearby bar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Tell me," the bartender asked "Are you Fienrir?"

[Xewleer]

(thank you for not killing me off!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was broken, he knew that little time remained without help. He threw his dagger through the window of the pub.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After some time (thanks to Alexia and his sister), he was able to send a message, he failed, that simple.

 

 

 

He felt weird now, but he no longer had to fight someone like Fienrir, but he might have to complete a battle sometime. Actually, he planned to take it leisurely, take his two friends out and see that festival, and he did, back to Varrock again, and they enjoyed the time greatly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(his story ends here as an independent player for a while, so I'll mold it around others for a while, events in your stories rather.)

[zipper11]

sitting in the pub drinking beer Ed started to wounder why did that man wont to kill fienrir?

 

 

 

then he asked fienrir why that man was after him but he got no reply

 

 

 

sitting in the pub Ed was almost asleep so he asked the barkeep if thay had any rooms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"barkeep do you have any rooms left"

 

 

 

"yes we do young lad would you like to use one?" the barkeep said

 

 

 

"yea" Ed said half asleep

 

 

 

"sixth room on your right" the bar keep said handing Ed the key

 

 

 

"thanks"

 

 

 

Ed slowly down the hall into his room and fell asleep on the bed :

[Xewleer]

Hylean was in pain, he knew he would be. But he could not let his sister, or Alexia, know. He was no longer a fighter as he once was, for now.

 

 

 

He could not be trusted to teleport to varrock with others so they had to walk, and he bore it quietly. It was the night of the first day of the festival, they arrived at night (having started at lunch, he had awoke in morning.) and rented a room. It was a pity for him not to meet Fienrir and his apprentice, he wished to have an ale and ask for forgiveness, was and all that etc.

 

 

 

Alexia, he realized, was talking to him. "Can we go see the dances? Are you listening?" "Now? Sure, but I can't dance, I'll be on the side lines. would you join me?""Of course!"

 

 

 

And away they went, his sister had volunteered to stay. Hylean only really made it (barely) to the doorway, and fell asleep on a couch that were laid out or the weary dancers. Certain temple knights of standing were there and made sure that he was left alone, perhaps they had remorse? Alexia also, invited by the peace that was on him fell asleep on his chest. Lost in the comfort of one another. His sister, however, made a new friend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(one can only guess... who is it?)

[issy2]

'King Roald has always been an anxious man,' Haggard said, scrubbing the bar. 'He's always been shy. Hates public speeches, meeting the heroes of the land, that kind of thing,'

 

 

 

'How old was he when he became king?' Helenia queried.

 

 

 

'About thirty two. He's nearly forty now,'

 

 

 

'And what's he doing for the war?'

 

 

 

Haggard chuckled, looking briefly up to grin at his companion. 'Nothing.'

 

 

 

'What do you mean?'

 

 

 

'He's not really trying to do anything. I mean, he's got an army out there, and that kind of thing, financing it and all - but it's only because he owes his cousin a favour anyway,'

 

 

 

'His cousin?'

 

 

 

'Sir Amik Varze, leader of the White Knights?'

 

 

 

Helenia frowned. 'But I thought Roald's parents died when he was young,'

 

 

 

'Maybe they did,' Haggard looked up from his work and fixed Helenia will a hard, concentrated stare.

 

 

 

'The truth is, Helenia - he may King, but no one knows the first thing about him,'

[sephiroth_king]

Fienrir danced with the beautful young woman. It was late, but everyone enjoyed themselves, releasing their pain and misery by dance. Fienrir thought the girl was unbelievabal at dancing, very graceful and rough...Reminded him of the man he battled not long ago. But he didn't care; he was dancing, having the time of his life, drinking. What could go wrong?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I want you to meet my brother! You would get along great!" Fienrir smiled, only having enough to say: "Okay!" To his suprise, she gave him a kiss, and she grabbed his hands and tugged him along back to the small bar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You've been staying here?" Fienrir exclaimed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Of course! We have to have some place to stay when there's a week long festival, silly!" Fienrir could tell she fell in love with him; he felt the same about her. He didn't want to get too serious, though. She loved him, but would he love her? Would he stop?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wait here." She ran upstairs, while the young Edward slowly walked towards him. He's hammered! Either that, or a hangover! Fienrir thought, chuckling quietly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Damn...I'm really sick..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Did you get us a ro-" She came down stairs, and he saw him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The assassin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What? That's your brother?!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You know him?" She turned to her brother. He made no response. "Ed, come behind me." Fienrir jerked Ed behind his back, drwaing his sword out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What! No please!" The girl began to cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, sis! I got to do this!" He tried to tug his dagger out, but she stopped him. Fienrir withdrew his sword.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"She's right. I cannot fight you...Your sister is beautiful, and she is right. If I kill you, then I am no better than the barbarians..." His sister came over and hugged him. Fienrir looked up: "Let's start over." He held out his hand.

[Xewleer]

"Very well, sis, I forgot myself, I'm sorry." He shook his hand. "Sorry, Fienrir, about what I did, orders from a higher power. Brotherly warning: If you purposefully hurt my sister, or dishonor her, we will fight again no matter my or your state. Now that thats over enjoy yourself." He sat down, that was more effort than he could normally afford. He almost fainted, but kept control until they left, then sunk down, exhausted.

 

 

 

They left, (but before that he made his apologies to Ed,) to get some sleep, Alexia had left to wander the stalls, he was alone. He had rest and that was the best thing for him. She came back saw him asleep and let him lie there, he did so much.

 

 

 

His sister talked with Fienrir, not dancing this time. "Please forgive my brother, he is very protective of me, and he does not want me to suffer in any way like he has. But he is right, I would like to keep my honor."

 

 

 

Fienrir, now slightly embarrassed, agreed.

 

 

 

Sleep, a deep healing sleep came over him, when he woke, he felt recharged in energy, and his body would recover.

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The windows blew gently open, the way that no wind could blow them so. Aquan step out, the stairs less than half a meter ahead. Taking them in his stride the front door was open and he had left in only three seconds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Varrock square was usually crowded at this time of day, but it seemed deserted. Aquan looked casually over to the fur stall, it had been packed up. Stranger and stranger. A cold wind blew across the square, the fountain sent up a small spray onto the floor about it. A bird, a raven flew down, perching a-top the statue. A drip of rain fell from the sky, it landed on the hood of the cloak. Aquan looked up, overcasted, but not raining. It explained a little but so many other things were unexplained, like why it wasn't raining, and were this storm front had come from. He turned south, towards the Inn. The raven blinked, then vanished into the dark sky clouds.

[sephiroth_king]

Keep up the good work, everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(no offense to your story and all, but I'd rather not have those reference with my characters at least. Whatever it was, just going by what it sounds like.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I may sound a little stupid, but when you say reference...Well, actually, I don't understand at all. It kinda confuses me, what your trying to say. Are you saying no interaction with your characters, or I shouldn't write anything with your characters in it?...Well, at least answer that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Archimage_a. So far, your story is good...But isn't going along with the actual RPG story. I'm not trying to offend you, but the festival IS IN Varrok, and is crowded for at least a week. But good so far, I like it. Aquan is a cool character!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With all of this being said, I'll write my next part of the story when the others decide to join us. Otherwise, I'm working on The_Advent.

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Ok but it was about to rain. Anyway the important thing is that I have no idea what is going to happen next and if it was a festival it does not always have to be crowded, they could be anywhere in the city, since I am assuming the city is many times its game size. Also you have to take into account that Aquan is a...'Wind Walker'(I don't know thats just a term)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So assume that he is on some sort of plane the same as our own, but that he can travel on the air currents. So while windwalking he would only see the last normal memory of the plane. To see something moving would be strange, and to feel something would be stranger still. The cold breeze also gives the idea that water is inversely effected by it because if you blow air over water it doesn't usually project outwardly, it just moves about a little, maybe overflowing a tiny bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Windwalking is one of Aquan's major advantages over most people, because of this I have to give some sort of major disadvantage and that is his dark side. Also note that this is not supposed to be the same as anyone else in the story(Ie the rings). While windwalking he is immune to all but the most powerful melee and range attacks, but can't attack himself, and while windwalking he is very weak against air attacks. Against any other mage attack(Except water which he is immune from, in all forms) he is the same on either plane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wind walking seems very 'cool' but you have to remember that while windwalking he cannot see the current events happening. But can look back to the last moment he was not windwalking in that area. Windwalking in a new area is also useless because he cannot see at all. Windwalking is also a great use of energy because it is like coverting his entire body into many individial particals and then holding them together. Windwalking to travel is much easier because its just scattering him to the wind and giving a general direction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is pretty heavy so I don't expect anyone to do something that uses windwalking, or something similar.

[sephiroth_king]

Very, very nice! You are right, they could be anywere, but most people from the land are there. Nice imagination on Aqaun, I'm starting to get interested on what happens next!