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Yeah Flash, it's still going........ truth is, I was waiting for someone like you or 'Locky to post. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Durumir slowly put the Holf helm securely on his head. He secured it so that it looked half decent. Suddenly, a large crowing sound was heard. Durumir: Looks like mine had Raven also........ A Raven suddenly appeared beneath the canopy, and rested on Durumir's shoulder, echoing another crowing niose. Durumir: I think that i....... GAH! My hands are burning!!! Durumir extended his arms, and two small fire balls shot out of his hands and shorched along the ground. Seifer: That's firestorm.......... your hands'll be okay after a while.

See what I mean.... you've just proved my point right there. Just out of curiosity, but If i was to decapitate you and burn your body..... how long would it take you to recover from that? 5..... 6 seconds? ------------------------------------------------------ [I]Varis launched upwards and punched Craig firmly in the gut. Craig leant forward, and then Varis slammed both fists into the back of his neck. Craig tumbled downward, then landed on the ground on a handstand position. He launched back up, feet first, and planted both feet firmly into Varis' chin. Craig stopped dead, as Varis hurled upwards, suddenly stopping as she controlled herself. Varis: Is that the best you can do? Craig: Actually it's nearer the worst I can do. A grin spread acrodd Craig's face as his huge Black aura exploded around him.[/I]

How cheap can you get? I use one of my strongest moves, and you just fly our unharmed......... no, I don't think so. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Craig's aure bursed areound him, and his eyes suddenly turned back to black. He too started laughing. Craig: *Turns to Neil* That was a nice cover up don't you think? Neil: Say what? Craig: Lets just say those were crocodile tears back there, so that Seph would let me continue participating even if I did kill her. Varis: Well, the move didn't even scratch me....... Craig: I wouldn't be so sure about that my dear...... Suddenly, Varis felt a huuge pain in her side, she looked down, and saw a gaping wound over her liver. She knelt forward, clutching the wound, coughing up blood. Craig: That move comes straight from hell, and is guided by Lucifer himself......... no-one gets out unharmed. Though I must give you some credit for surviving. Varis: Should I be honoured or something? Suddenly, Craig dissapeared, and slammed his foot into the back of Varis' neck. Craig: Varis......... you are nothing to me.

To the last 2 people that signed up. You can have ONE weapon at the start. ONE. And that either has to be a PISTOL, a KNIFE or a KATANA if your being a Grey Fox type of character.

1. What's worse (oh joy): being greedy or spoiled?? Spoiled 2. Say Adam retired from Otaku (like that's ever going happen). Who would inherit the sites: Seph or James Seph 3. Which do you think is paradise: Land of Money, Land of Food, or Land of Anime (and this isn't Japan..lol)??? Land of money 4. What's worse: yourself (physically) or yourself (mentally) It's a shrink question. Mentally....... 5. Let's say $1 million just dropped out of nowhere and landed at your front door....literally. Are you going to give it to charity or go on a spending spree of your life. Give some to charity, spend most of it...... 6. What would you pilot: A Gundam, Zoid, or EVA??? Gundam 7. And for the closing question.......Are you a vegetable, straight or just mentally insane?? Mentally Insane (it's been proven 3 times)

Death is inevitable....... and I neither seek nor deny it's arrival. When you die, you dies, there's nothing you can do about it. But I would like to know what lies beyond death........

Questiob solved........ topic closed. (There's nothing wrong, it's just that there's no need for it to be open anymore)

Ok, since my last RPG had a lot of potential, but failed because I confused everyone, I'm gonna start a new one, and make it somewhat simpler. Hopefully it won't turn out the same way as the other. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the Shadow Moses incident (which is now 5 years ago), the small Island of Shadow Moses was disbanded by the gemone army, and everyone else. However, in a rush not to be arrested, the genome army left all their equipment there. Weapons, food, supplies, and more serious things. They left the warheads, and the blue prints to Metal Gear REX. However, all military organisations of the world believed that everything had been sold on the Black Market. They assumed that the Island of Shadow Moses was nothing more than an abandoned test site. However, somone knew different. -Breifing- 48 hours ago a team of Russian KGB's of around 60 men infiltrated the Shadow Moses island, their leader only known as Big Boss. Also, it is rumoured that Reveolver Ocelot has a direct involment. They now have several warheads under their power, and are probably constructing an upgraded version of REX. They have let out a video to all military organisation of the world, telling them of their demands, and also informing them it's pointless to attack because they have several warheads under their power. To make matters worse, at around the same time, an organisation known as 'The Unforgiven' infiltrated the offshore clean up facility known as Big Shell, also carrying around 60 men, but these were German, apparently these were lead by a man known as 'Solidus'. Both leaders have the names of dead men, which aroused a lot of confusion among the military. These have informed the military that they are in league with the team at Shadow Moses, and apparently have a Metal Gear with them, rumoured also to be an upgraded REX. Their demands are 60 billion dollars, 30 billion to go to the Shadow Moses team, and 30 billion to the Big Shell team, and are to be payed within 64 hours of the initial demand. But as usual, many organisations have sent single man teams in to each location. FOXHOUND has re-grouped, and so it is able to send some good agents in, but other organisations also have interests there. They have to decide where to send their men (or women). To Shadow Moses, or to Big Shell. ------------------------------------------------------------------ This is what you need: Name: Codename: Age: Height: Organisation: (FOXHOUND or whatever, be creative) Location: (Shadow Moses or Big Shell) Staring weapon: (Please, a pistol of a small knife........ or I will allow a katana for any Grey Fox type characters) Bio: Description: Personality: ------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Craig Hayter Codename: Metal Snake Age: 28 Height: 6'2" Organisation: He's part of a two man operation known as 'Bad Seed' Location: Big Shell Starting Weapon: M9 Baretta converted into a tranquiliser. (Has a surpsessor) Bio: Craig has a reputation almost to the extent of Solid Snake. He and his parnter have a much revered reputation by military organisations all over the world. However, despite his repuation, he is also a wanted man, as his 2 man operation is not exactly legal. *As each organisation is required to go through certain 'channels' in order to send a spy to places. Bad Seed does no such thing, and so both members have a bounty on their heads) Description: Looks just like Snake from MGS 2, and has the same suit. Personality: Bad ***, pised off most of the time, he doesn't think he deserves the good reputation he has been given. He trusts only one person, his partner, and that's the only person he considers his friend. (Basically like Snake again) --------------------------------------------------- Please sign up, all applications are welcomed, I really want this one to succeed.

I'm right here........ I just thought that Raiha hadn't posted yet. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Craig shot straight out of the rubble back at Varis, wiping the drippinh blood from his mouth as he did so. Varis: How?!? Craig slammed his knee into Varis' chin, her head cocked back violently. She swung a punch, but Craig blocked her arm, stopping it dead. He gripped her arm with his left hand, then slammed his right hand into Varis' gut. She leaned forward coughing up blood, then Craig, stillgripping her arm, slung her over his shoulder down towards the ground. Craig extended his left hand, open palmed, and his black aura exploded around him. The sky above him slowly turned to black, lightning struck the ground with extreme ferociousness. Thunder attacked everyone's ears, and rain poured down like harpoon's of ice, ripping the grass around the arena to shreads. Craig's power was skyrocketing, he brought his right arm up, supporting his left arm with it. The air around Craig's hand began to distort, and darkened in colour. Suddenly, it fazed into a small black orb. The orb pulsed out, increasing in size. Craig yelled, as his power surged through his body, into every cell, filling it with dark energy. Craig: HHEEEEEEELLLLLLLL SSSTTTTTOOOOOOORRRRRMMMMMMMM!!!! The black orb shot from Craig's hand like a bullet, making Craig's entire body recoil. The orb shot down, a blinding white tail streaming from behind it. It tore apart the air, as it b-lined for Varis. Varis, steadying herself to her feet, amongst the buckled rubble that now was the arena, looked up in sheer horror. The orb had a face, the eyes burned like the inferno's of hell. The fangs scowled, as blood seemingly dripped down from them. The slits of his eyes like snakes, constantly stering at Varis, making him flinch in fear. To petrified to move, the orb smashedinto her gut, making her head, arms and legsshoot forward at the sheer force of the attack, as she was driven into the ground, earth and rocks spilling out of the forming crater. Suddenly, everything went quiet. A white ring of Ki shot out from the point of impact, and a huge mushroom cloud of ash and dust belowed out like lightning from the impact. Suddenly, horror spread across Craig's face. The sky cleared back to a dazzling blue. Craig stood there, eyes wide in fear, as his eyes turned back to their usual colour. He dropped to the floor, and sank to his knees. He gripped his hair with his hands, as a tear rolled down his face. Craig: What have I done................. Andrew: Is she dead?!? Craig: No..... please God no.... Craig lowered hs head, sitting on his knees, gripping his hair, as smoke continued to pour from the crater. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- And a nice dramatic ending to Craig's evilness.

1. You're part of an invasion force and your commander is a total nutcase (aka trigger-happy) about war. Would you rather follow his orders and die or just run??? [B]I'd follow his orders. Soldiers duty, and pride.[/B] 2. Your in a room filled with hydrogen tanks and you hear one of the tanks leak. Would you try to find the leak and patch it up or would you light up a match (if you're a pyromaniac that is) [B]Now in this case I'd probably just run[/B] 3. What's worse: an all-out assualt by the Gundams or the Valkyrie series from Macross/Robotech??? [B]The second one........ 'cause getting attacked by small robots drawn on paper would be pretty crappy for an attack[/B] 4. If you want to get rid the worlds from all the dictators, who would you get rid off first and why?? [B]Well, since Hitler is dead, I'm gonna have to say Sadam.[/B] 5. What's worse: being persistent or being arrogant??? [B]Well,both can be solved by some punchine medicine....... but arrogance can be stopped by putting the arrogant person in his place, so I'd say persistance is worse.[/B] 6. Another what's worse question and it's my last one. So what's worse: getting nuked or getting firebombed?? [B]Getting firebombed, because Nuke = instant death, firebomb = slow painful death.[/B]

Lets just get one thing clear before I even start. Your place is not garunteed in this RPG. Your acceptance will be based on the quality of your sign up, as well as my knowledge of your RPGing skills. If your not upto standard, then your not in this RPG. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is hundreds of years after Dragonball GT, and Goku's dissapearence. Saiyan's have slowly been multiplying (well, half saiyan's technically), and they now are equivalent to almost a quarter of the world's population. Since GT, there have been no real threats to the Earth, and so everyone, even the saiyans started getting lazy. Soon, the Super Saiyan level was nothing but a myth again. Dende soon passed away, and without an heir, the Dragonball's dissapeared along with him. The world was finally considered to be at peace. Mother Earth slowly healed herself, growing new plants, and rebuilding much of te scenery that ferocious battles had destroyed. Armies were lessened, weapon production decreased dramatically....... the world thought that nothing would bother them again. Human's lost all knowledge of Ki, and only a very small portion of Saiyan's still practiced it. The saiyans were well aware of their former glory, the legends and tales of Goku and Vegeta, but because of their idleness and decreasing power, most refused to believe that such powerful beings could exist. The saiyan's were still more powerful than humans, and so they considered themselves to be unmatched............ how wrong they were. One day, a large space craft landed on planet Earth. The Military were sent to investigate what they believed to be a meteor. When they found it was a space craft, they readied their weapons for whatever may emerge. Out of the ship came a few creatures, built like cockroaches, with human characteristics. Somehow, all the saiyans knew who these creatures were....... they were a race called Arleans, a race that had rebuilt itself after the mythical Vegeta had wiped them out. In their arrogance, a few saiyans thought they could do the same. They rushed to fight the Arleans, but were quickly destroyed by the aliens. The other Saiyans fumed. Such a weak race, in which only 2 saiyans had wpied out almost their entire planet and race, were now making sport of their descendants. Regardless of the anger the saiyans felt, they knew they were no match for the Arleans. They decided it best to acquire weapons, and other such things to fight against them. Unknown to them, the Arleans were far stronger than when Vegeta and Nappa had met them. This time, they were prepared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Okay, this is what you need: Name: Race: Age: Height: Weapon: (optional, but I seriously recommend it) Bio: Description: Personality: ---------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Craig Race: Saiya-jin Age: 15 Height: 6'6" Weapon: Dragon Katan (A golden bladed Katana, with a black dragon rune forged into it. It is considered unbreakable) Bio: Craig was not born naturally. He was made in by altering a woman's blood. This dangerous process changed her blood from Human to 100% Saiyan blood. Then the woman was artificially impregnated, using sperm with Brolly's DNA pattern. In this was, they created the first pure saiyan for hundreds of years, also with the legendary saiyan blood flowing through his veins. The process was a success. He was unusually strong at birth, and had some of Brolly's characteristics, his personality is very similar for one, and he also was born with extansive Ki knowledge. His unusual strength has dubbed him a 'freak' by most of his saiyan race, except the few people that he consirs his friends. He found his Dragon Katana one day, whilst he was training up by the North Pole. He has carried it with him everywhere ever since then. Description: Brown hair like teen SSJ2 Gohan (think when he went mad at the WMAT when Videl got hurt). Hazel eyes, a white vest, black trousers with a chain coming from the front to the back. He has boots like Trunks, and fingerless gloves. He wears his Katana sheath on his back at most times, but often transfers it to the side of his leg when battling. Personality: Quiet, almost always pissed. He doesn't listen to reason, and acts on instinct 100% of the time.

Drake: Hey Omega, what upgrades you got? Omega: Well, I installed a 1.8mm release lock, so now I can put my Buster on Semi and Full automatic settings. I've also given it an extra barrel for 3 inch Chaff grenades, 6 per round. I also got a Gothic plate armour with magnetic resistance. I added an extra cell to my Beamsabre...... nothing big there, but it seems to make my beam navy blue instead of red. And finally, I installed a Aeronautic jet cell into each of my boots. I don't think their online yet though......... Drake: You better hope they come online when you really need them.... Omega: Yeah.......... suddenly I'm not to fond of the idea of trusting my life to these..... Flash: Well if they're not working, you should be able to get them online. You have one of the best knowledge of propulsion equipment in the world, with all that reading you did on robotic animals.

[I]Omega: I don't suppose there's a Treble in the armoury? Flash: Haha.... you know the answer to that...... Omega: Well it's the best was to get me upgraded. Proteus: What be Treble? Omega: Oh........ well my design is very similar to the robot called Bass. Proteus: I is got detailed files on Bass. Omega: Well, you know then that he had a robotic canine that he could transform with called.... Proteus: Treble..... Omega: Exactly. And I was to be activated at the instant Bass was destroyed, and then my primary objective was to find Trbele.... or contruct an exact replica of my own. Proteus: In which case you will need the blueprints....... Omega: Exactly. The gang suddenly arrived at the armoury. Grins spread across their faces. Upgrades galore, they could ransack the place, getting the best upgrades they could find. Flash: Lets go gentlema.......... ugh, gentle....... umm........ oh hell to it. Lets just get in there....... With that, Flash flung the double to the armoury doors open...... clean off the wall, as they were supposed to slide open like auotmatic doors. Flash: Oops........ Everyone headed off towards different sections of the armoury, Omega firstly heading to the Buster section, hoping to get a faster slide lock for his 'Diablo' Buster, so it could work on Semi-automatic settings.[/I]

chrisOOK, it is imperative that you improve your spelling, punctuation and grammer. I can hardly read that post. Also, I already closed a thread of this exact same nature, giving reasons for doing so. If I closed that thread, please do not be so idiotic to start up the exact same thread again. *Closed*

You've just proved James' statement. I did sign up.... thought I'm not exactly sure if I'm allowed to join yet...... but I'll post my intro, and if I'm denied, I'll delete it and be out of your way. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Flash walked along a corridor, into the resreach facilities. He went into the 'Animal robotics archives'. He knew exactly who was going to be in here, because the person never left there unless he was on an assignment. The door to the archives slid open with a 'swooshing' sound. Flash stepped into the room. There were countless rows of files and books on Animal anatomy, muscles, DNA, everything that neded to be studied in order to create an Animal robot. Then there were the files and documents on early robotic prototypes, early succesful models, and specific abilities of Aniaml robotics. Flash looked about for a short time, until he came across a robot scrouinf a book, standing in the middle of the row labelled 'Early Robotic Canine's N-Z'. Flash approacked the rocot, a smile breaking across his face. Flash: What a surprise to see you here...... Omega: It's amazing........ they have data on every single robotic animal throughout time....... except Treble......... it's so typical. Flash: Yeah well, these are supposed to be the best collection of files in the world......... if it's not here, then it's probably not anywhere. Omega: It's gotta be somewhere.......... Flash: What's your obsession with that dog anyway? Omega: My primary programming objective is to find; or construct my own version of Treble using the original blueprints. This is something I want to do.......... so I wont let them change my programming....... I know how much better it will make me. Flash: Yeah well............ you up for an assignment? Omega: Sure I suppose..... It'll help let off some frustration. Lead the way........ And so Flash and Omega left the archives, and headed along to the technician area.

Raiden: Now if it was Japanese, Russian or Romanian then I could help you out........ hey, maybe we got a Matrix program for it... Sal: That's not much us eto me though..... Raiden: Not to you......... but to everyone else... and we could translate the runes as you read them. Sal: Hang on........ I think i've got it...... Raiden: Well I'll go check just incase. Then, Raiden left the cockpit heading towwards the central computer, where all the programmes were kept.

I don't know much about Megaman..... but I am steadily learning. If someone would give me a hand with weapons, that would be very much appreciated. Neil: You call Bob & George steadily learning? Craig: -.-........ quiet! Oh, and please don't mock my sprite...... i worked hard on it, and it's my first serious attempt....... but i don't know if I'm allowed o have that kind of robot, so tell me if I'm not, and I'll get Neil to do my other one for me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Omega Age: 78 Height: 6'2" Weapons: X-2 Beam Sabre; K-L3 Buster 'Diablo' History: Omega was contruscted by Dr Wily, and was the most succesful prototype based on Bass' designes. He was constructed shortly after Bass, and was done so not by Wily himself, but by a team of robotic technicians. He has all of Bass' basic abilities, including transforming with his costom built animal. However, an animal was not created for him to transform with, and so he was programmed initially to activate only when Bass had been destroyed, and then find Treble, so he could transform. So, as long as Bass lived, Omega remained dormant in a bunker underneath Wily's lair. During the cataclysm, Bass was destroyed, and Omega was activated. However, Treble was also destroyed in the event, and so now Omega is trying to find any sort of plans of Treble, so he can contruct his own model. So far he has had no luck. Persona: Quiet, sometimes bears grudges, and is quick to anger.

Andrew walks off towards his father. After a short greeting he leads his father into a small supply room. Craig stared at the door of the room for a few moments, when a technician approached, holding a clip board, and chewing at the eraser of his pencil. Technician: The machine is fully assembled sir....... we're just waiting for it to come online.... Craig: How long will that be? Technician: Given our current efficiency....... about 3 hours of so.... Craig: It'll have to do.......

I'd really prefer it if you had a level 1 spell.......so the paladin options would be Sacrifice, Might, or Prayer. And because of this, I must ask that the Necromancers change their spells to eitherAmplify Damage, Teeth, or Raise Skeleton.

Ugh..... no-one except the Druid's know where that forest is. Plus, the entire forest is Druid territory, so if you did manage to find it, you would be killed on sight. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Durumir and Seifer headed West from the Dor-Takar, towards the armoury. Durumir knocked the door, and it slowly creacked open, nothing but darkness could be seen inside. Durumir and Seifer entered, inside there was a huge hall, with many shelves littered with weapons, shields, armour and helms. At one end of the room, a mighty Druid stood over a machine, sharpening an axe. He stopped suddenly, and turned to face the two Druid's. Hitan: Ah, about time you showed up. I have your things over here. Hitan led the two Druid's over to another corner of the room, where the weapons became much......... lesser in quality. There were two ruggged clubs and shoddy bucklers resting against the wall. Durumir already knew this was to be their weaponry. Seifer still hoped for something better...... and so was in some denial. Hitan picked up the bucklers, and one by one strapped them to the forearm of the Druid's. Then he picked up the clubs, and handed them over proudly. Hitan: There.......... all kitted out. Good luck my friends. Maybe we shall see each other soon when the Druid army marches North. Durumir:*Smiles* I hope so...... goodbye. Durumir and Seifer turned and headed towards the door when suddenly: Hitan: WAIT! Seifer: What now? Hitan ran over to the other two Druid's...... acting as if he was hiding something even thought they were the only people in the room. Hitan:*Whispering* Now don't mention this to anyone........ because I'm notsuppose to be doing this. From behind his back, Hitan drew two Wolf Helm's. He handed them over to the Druid's. Durumir: You are a good man Hitan. I'll make sure to bring you the best axe I find. Seifer: Thank you Hitan........ I hope to see you again soon. Hitan: Yes well, keep those out of sight until you leave the borders. I'm just sorry I can't do more. Seifer: Well you've done more for us than most. You should be on the councel Hitan........ they need someone as pure of heart as you. Hitan: Heh, my place is here.......... I love to be around my weapons....... keeping them in good condition and watching them gleam with pride makes me very happy. With that, the bode farewell to eachother, and the two Druid's set off, into the forest.

[I]Suddenly, a Craig drove the open side of his palm into the side of Varis' head (the move Pikkon did to Cell). She launched across the arena, and Craig issued a huge girgly, croaky roar, which echoed for miles around. Neil: He's fighting to get back control of his mind..... Craig fell to his knees, clutching his head. He looked up at the sky, and for a moment, his eyes turned back to their original colour, then to pure white. But within a second, they were completely black again, and he grinned. Varis: Lets go child......... Craig: Shut it old man! Your so damned weak, you can't even fight for yourself, you need a young host with abilities that suit you. This is Sabir's fight........ not yours. And I'll gladly beat the crap out of her body to get to you.[/I]

Deep in the forests surrounding Scolsglen, there stand the mighty Druid Colleges. Huge, mortar-less stone towers, covered in vines and safely hidden beneath the leafy canopies of the dense forest. At the Tur Dulra, the greatest of the Druid Colleges, stands the magnificent oak Glor-an-Fhaidha, the moest revered source of the Druid's guidance and teachings. Under it's mighty trunk, many Druid's were training, honing their skills. One knelt before it, head bowed, preying. After a short time, he got up, and faced the Tur Dulra. He looked up at the great structure, and a smile broke across his face. His long brown hair waved in the wind. He looked all about him, staring at his fellow Druid's, the trees, the sky, the birds and the bugs. He suddenly paced with great haste over to the Dor-Takar. This was the sacred building of the Druid's, where the blessed twelve dwelled. The sentries at the door allowed him pasage through. He entered into a huge hallway. The twelve were seated in a semi-circular covanent, and another Druid stood before them, dressed exactly as Durumir was. Councel3: Welcome Durumir.......... please come forward. Durumir stepped forward slowly, stopping next to the other Druid. Councel2: Are you both ready? Durumir: Yes.......... Seifer: Always..... Councel5: Unfortunately we cannot offer you better arms than clubs and bucklers. We need al of our best arms incase we need to unleash an army. May the good spirits watch over you...... the sacred brothers of the Druid race. Make your way to the Rogue Monastary, where the sister's of the sightless eye can give you better supplies. Now go! Without another word, the two Druid's turned and headed for the door.

Just a few things: 1) Red, some good starting abilities for a Barbarian would be: Bash (Uses his fury to deliver a powerful punch) Howl (War Cry, weak) 2) Red, unless you like going around fighting your own kind, you would not have had many real battles, because Barbarians do not leave their territory outside Mt Arreat unless it is absolutely nessecary. 3) Chibi Terriermon, Necromancers are not evil anyway. You would not be taught to destroy the planet. Necromancers just see death as a natural part of life, and do not seek or deny it's arrival. That is the only difference between them and anyone else. 4) Also, CT, your starting spell is too strong. Only resurect 1 creature at the start. 5) Zeal is also too strong for a starting ability. For the Paladins, I must request that you change it.

300 Years ago (In Diablo 2) the three borthers, Mephisto, Diablo, and Baal, were destroyed by a legion of fine warriors of various races and classes. A great celebration ran throughout the continent for many days. All was well, and the threat had been eliminated....... or so they thought. 300 Years later, the world has been at great peace. No-one felt any need to train and fight anymore, so although the fighters of the free world did still live in their monastaries and sanctuaries, devoting their life to a particular fighting art, they became much weaker. Meanwhile, Diablo had been regaining power deep in the fires of hell. His brothers at his sides, had been consuming souls along side him, and they had regained all of their power, and then got stronger. Now even the great warriors of 3 centuries ago could not compete with them anymore. They rose again in the town of Lut Gholein, and destroyed the town, and all of it's people, in one swift stroke. Many of the Paladin guards who had sworn to protect the city were lost, but the few who survived, hurried off at great haste to tell all warriors of the terrible travisty that beheld them. The three brothers had returned. The word went out quickly, and the high chieftains of all the clans agreed to send two of their best warriors to face the travesty. 7 races would be invoved: [B]Amazons:[/B] While more than competant in hand-to-hand combat, training in the jungles of their native islands has shaped the Amazon's skill with the bow and missile weapons into one of unparaleled excelence. The Amazon is also highly adept in the use of spears and other thrown weapons. (starting weapon = small bow) [B]Barbarians:[/B] Renowned for their awesome combat prowess as well as their arrogant demeanor, the Barbarians appear to be perpetually girt for battle. Through harsh conditioning, the Barbarians excel in physical combat and tremendous feats of strength. (starting weapon = one handed axe) [B]Necromancers:[/B] Necromancers have the ability to resurrect most life forms and control the recently deceased as they please. Practitioners of Necromancy use strange potions to curse, poison, and disembowl their enemies. (starting weapon = staff) [B]Paladins:[/B] Paladins use holy magic as gifted by the high heavens. They must maintain strictly ordered lives, constantly upholding the cause of Virtue and Light. They are particularly effective against the undead, as they know many holy incantations effective against these types of creatures. (starting weapon = short short + buckler) [B]Sorceresses/Sorcerers:[/B] Athletic, affable, and self-assured. They excel in the use of offensive and defensive magic. Like most mages, they consider melee combat vulgar, and use magic almost exclusively to fight their enemies. (starting weapon = rod) [B]Assasins:[/B] Assasins do not employ the magic arts directly, rather; they use enchanted items that mimic elemental powers. The Assasins have trained extensively in the use of an exotic group of weapons; sets of metal blades and claws that strap onto the wrists. They have expertly incorporated the use of these weapons into their martial arts. (starting weapon = crude wristblade) [B]Druids:[/B] The Druids shun the use of traditional magic. They instead practice a form of magic based on their close bond to nature. A Druid has the power to command fire, Earth, and the winds. He is a friend to the animals of the wilds and can call upon them to aid him in battle. He can also use his close bond with animals to change the shape of his won body, drawing the strengths and abilities of his animal companions to better serve their cause. (starting weapon = Club + buckler) ----------------------------------------------------------------- There is a short description of the 7 races involved in this ordeal. I need two of each, no more. So it's first come, first serve. Here's what else you need in your profile: Name: Age: Height: (Barbarians + Druids are naturally taller) Race: Staring weapon: (All weapons have been described above, please pick the right one according to your race) Starting ability: (A VERY basic ability that is relevant to your race. For any ideas please feel free to ask) Staring place: (Just pick either your races sanctuary, or Kurast) Bio: --------------------------------------------------------- Name: Durumir Age: 28 Height: 6'6" Race: Druid Starting weapon: Club + Buckler Starting ability: Change into Werewolf (for 40 seconds) Staring place: Druid Monastary Bio: One of the Monastaries most proud Druid's, Durumir excelled at his power from a very young age, and quickly earnt the trust of the high councel in Kurast. He now ventures with his partner towards Kurast to start his advanture.

Yeah, and do you know what I think? I think you should stop clogging up the boards withyour useless spam and idiotic quiestions. *closed*