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again this is actually dramon_arizel and im posting for the rp.

"i have been doing fine sir! and you?"

i wonder whats eating the other guy

Starting time!
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Blaze is coming up over a ridge and the Fire Mage city is now in sight.
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Bran has just walked into the Thunder Mage City.
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Jashobeam is well... in cave. Relatively close to a Fire City. There are a few Earth Mages walking close by...

I guess starting is the hardest part. Just write what you want to do and I will tell you what happens. Good luck!

Blaze wandered into the Fire Clan City, finally arriving, he took a deep breathe anf approached the first person he saw "Excuse me sir, can you, or anyone around here that might help me learn more about myself?" tha man said nothing and simply pointed to a building, which Blaze took as "In there..." so he entered the building. Blaze didn't know who the man was, but he looked capable of helping him. He approached the man calmly and asked "Sir... can you help me... I.. don't know... about myself, who I am... what I am... or even where I'm from..." he got on his hands and knees, partially bowing "Please sir....".

It's an older looking man in a crimson red cloak. He peers at you from behind a think wooden desk before standing up to speak. You notice he loosens up when he sees that you are wearing a fire shard.
"Hmm, it's nice to see some people around here still have some manners. Get up off the floor. There's no need to be formal right now."
He continues to study you as he speaks.
"So what seems to be the problem? You can't remember who you are?"
He makes a disgruntled starting sound.
"Must be those damn Darks up to thier tricks again. Oh well, I can do my best to help a fellow clan member... What do you remember?"
He sits back down waiting for you to speak.

"I... found that shard... it was strange... it was just lying on the ground, I didn't know what it was, but I took it" he sighed "I... remember nothing..." he looked off "I woke up alone, I remembered nothing, I could barely remember how to stand, or speak, but through a bit of practise I was able to remember the basics well enough, but I still knew nothing of myself..." He looked back at the man "I was hoping you could tell me who I am, what I am, where I came from... anything?" he looked rather sad as he looked to the man or a reply.

As soon as Blaze mentions just finding the shard he sees the Fire Mage shift in his seat. You can tell he's reaching for something.
"So... You're not sure if you're even a fire mage?"
Suddenly two more Fire Mages walk into the room, and come up to either side of you.
"You do however understand we are in a war, right boy? We can't take chances with these kinds of things. Perhaps it may be best to keep you in our custody for a while. Just to be safe."
With that the two mages start to lead Blaze out of the room...

Blaze sat, now panting, the ghostly wings swill apparent on his back, he sighed, as the only thing he could recall was the legend of the angels. An angel would be born by the light of the moon. A light angel, but so in turn would be the dark, for light cannot exist without the dark as well. One was blessed, while the other cursed, ever quarreling to the end…

Blaze constantly wondered if he was the one who was cursed, and wondered who the other was… He put it out of his mind, and held a hand over his back, shrouding the wings in shadow, hiding them from other’s eyes. He sighed as he thought ‘I never tried to cause them any trouble, all I wondered was if they knew who I was, or if they knew any ways to find out, but I suppose I won’t be going back there for a while… if ever… this stupid war… I know I somehow will get involved, but I really don’t want to, I wish they could all just forgive each other, and work together, but we should dream silly dreams…’ he sighed and he stood, and headed out for whatever the next closest city was, now hiding the red shard in his shirt, as it might cause more trouble.

ooc: ok here goes....

Bran walked into thunder mage city proudly. he wore gutpunch in its left holster openly and his sword on his right in his scabbard. his rifle on the other hand was dismantled in his pack for it was too big to carry around while not in a combat zone. as he walked in, he walked into a local bar and ordered a deep red wine to drink. it was a ritual for him to take a victory drink everytime he came back alive for a short but restful leave from battle. as he sat there and drank a long draft from the glass he remembered the last fire team he was in. he and his sniper team were positioned to cover advancing friendly forces. as they shot round after round into enemy ranks as they came, a few well placed napalm strikes from powerful fire mages hit the ridge that he and his comrades were on and fired them. he managed to live only because his position was higher than the rest not to mention the wind shifted away from his position. but he was too busy to see his group's demise.

After Blaze runs out of the building the three Fire Mages calmly turn to eachother, obviously comfortable in the heat, and yet still unable to move.
"Hmm, definately not one of us. Anyone notice anything about that trick he pulled?" The leader said while starting to pace.
"It had a dark flare in it, sir."
"Exactly. He's a dark mage alright. No doubt about it. We already know they've been watching this city for a while now. We should probably follow him, but being a Dark Mage he's going to be long gone by now. Just put the city on high alert for a while."
"Yes sir."
"And send the Zhychlo we found after him. It's just a pawn of the Kyrax anyway."
"But-"
"Do it."
Meanwhile, Blaze had made his way into a nearby forest. It seems as if the place is robbed of light, and exceedingly quiet.
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Bran calmly sits and think while drinking his wine, when suddenly his thaughts are interupted by a voice. An unusually pleasant and light-hearted sounding voice.
"Well, damn. Bout time some more Cergie got here!"
Bran turns on his chair to see another Cergie sitting by him, drinking the same kind of wine. He looks young, but worn, and has a brooch with the symbol of Cergie royalty on his right shoulder.
"Mutants are just too critical, I could use somebody normal to talk to. How about it? What's your name?"

Blaze sat, now panting, the ghostly wings swill apparent on his back, he sighed, as the only thing he could recall was a prophecy of angels.

An angel would be born by the light of the moon
At light from the angel the stars would be strewn
But in turn would come the angel of dark
And these comings of angels, would surely mark
A commitment which neither of them wanted to fulfill
The renewal of the battle of good verses evil
But who can divine in the dead of the night
The lies from the truth, the darkness from light?
And so would begin their battle anew
As the bitterness rose between the two
They fought so often, ever doomed to contend
ever quarreling to the end…


Blaze constantly wondered if he was one of them, and wondered thatif he was, then who the other was and why they hadn't met… He put it out of his mind, and held a hand over his back, shrouding the wings in shadow, hiding them from other’s eyes. He sighed as he thought ‘I never tried to cause them any trouble, all I wondered was if they knew who I was, or if they knew any ways to find out, but I suppose I won’t be going back there for a while… if ever… this stupid war… I know I somehow will get involved, but I really don’t want to, I wish they could all just forgive each other, and work together, but we should dream silly dreams…’ he sighed and he stood, and headed out for whatever the next closest city was, now hiding the red shard in his shirt, as it might cause more trouble.

Blaze gets up and starts to move through the forest. It doesn't take him long to see that the forest is much bigger then he origionally thought, or at least it seems so...
The shadows in the forest seem to be moving. Following him. He checks behind him to make sure no one is following him. When he turns back around there is a mutant in a black cloak sitting on a fallen tree watching him. He looks completely relaxed and has black shard with purple streaks hanging from his neck.
He looks at Blaze and smirks.
"Interesting trick you have there, wing boy."

Bran quickly finished his drink and said, "My name is Bran. I am in the sniper branch of the army. Who are you?" Bran eyed the symbol and thought what would royalty want with me? nothing i hope

OOC:Okay, I'm in now too.

IC: Jashobeam flopped in a disorderly heap upon the ground, resting his back against the cave walls with his staff placed in his lap. He was making an awful lot of noise to be sure the nearby earth mages would be aware of his pressence. If they were smart they'd keep on walking, but just in case he wanted to be nice and relaxed if they came at him.

He stretched out his senses, scanning his surroundings. Where he sat in the heart of the cave was nearly devoid of light, but with his great affinity to darkness he could see perfectly. There wasn't much too see really, except for some strange piles of stones beside him. He smiled under his shroud, graves. This must be some sort of ancient burial ground. If any battle was to take place here it would completely favour me.

"Me? Oh my name is Jim Ca-... Jim. I'm just here on some personal matters. So you're a sniper, eh? Who did you train under? Jakov? You seem like the kind of person who would have trained under good ol' Petier Jackov."
Jim pauses to lite a cigarette. He sighs, letting the smoke spiral out.
"So... When was the last time you were at Cergie?"
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Jashobeam waits and listens to the Earth Mages. One of them stops at the entrace of the cave and glances in. He shrugs it off and keeps walking.
The sound of their talking trails off, when suddenly the cave starts to tremble. It seems as if there could be a cave-in any second...

Blaze looked up at the sound, and made what sounded like a mix between a grumble and a growl "I don't care who you are, or what you want, but... one, if you can't help me, then leave me alone, and two, you will tell no one what you saw." He walked on continueing his grumblegrowl as he went, annoyed at how lost he was, and how he was being followed by this stranger. After not long of walking he turned around to face his stalker "Do you have any reason to be following me, or what? and if you know the way out of these woods, you'd better tell me..." He held up his hand, and it lit with fire, he tried his best to keep the fire from becoming dark, but it still had a blackish flare to it some. "Now, tell me... what do you know of me?".