The Links of Magic

The Links of Magic

Hundreds of years after the War against Arakan

A dark figure rides upon a black steed down hills of death. The hills consist of dead grass and dirt. Plants and animal life are completely gone, life could never return to the hills. The sun was just rising and yet it still seems dim out, and even in midday the sun proved to be no help. The figure wears a dark cloak, blending in with the dark scene. A sword, old from battle and many uses, hangs at his waist, the handle silver. If drawn you would see the blade is black with silver symbols engraved. The figure rested his hand, which was protected by green gauntlets, on the hilt of his sword; as if expecting one last battle.

The horse sulked up a hill, grass crumbling at its hooves. Finally atop the hill the horse attempted to eat the dead grass, however it made a lousy meal… The figure pulled the hood down revealing his piercing golden eyes; they stared down the hill solemnly. His dark hair short and choppy, it looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. Below stood a Kingdom of dark stones; it seemed high and mighty, fearless to all. Its stones looked strong and reinforced. Though upon looking closer and you find holes within the walls and many crumbling stones. A pile of rusted bars made up what once was the gate that had lead into the peaceful Kingdom. Ivy, the only things near the Kingdom, crawled up the dark walls. Even the ivy was holding on for life, struggling to live. The Kingdom was not like it once was hundreds of years ago…

Before the War (In which the RP will take place.)

Myth has it that there is a book that was written by the first Mage, the Mage who created Magic. It is said that the book will read differently for each individual person. A man looking for power will see one thing within the book and a man of peace will see another. The book tells you what you want to hear; it aids you in your goals. This book can teach you everything about Magic and how to use it to your advantage. The book is entitled “Magic’s Connection” and it is valued by everyone. Yet those who want it most are those who seek power and chaos. Once read they will obtain great power and can conjure such chaos and destruction… Though a peaceful sort would be able to stop a war without a weapon after reading “Magic’s Connection”.


There is a prophecy known only to few that a small group of brave, yet unknowingly, travelers, adventures will go against all odds. They face death in itself and with every bit of courage turn the tides of war.
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Please no controlling another chacter, at all. Even the minor things, like replying yes or no for them, having them accept a fight, or raising their weapon in defense/offense. I have reason for this.
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Rydel rose from a crouch, his blade extended at his right. Blood dripped from the very tip of the sword. Two men lay dead near him, each one with a wound across their chests. These were Outlaws, lone fighters sulking around The Kingdom's entrance. Rydel wasn't a hired hand or anything; he was just heading for The Kingdom and out came a couple Outlaws. Petty fighters, luckily, if they had been much stronger Rydel wouldn't have been able to take both of them. Sighing he turned and looked down the dirt path, empty and serene. Around Rydel were tall grasses of the plains. Ideal for hiding in... Upon wiping the blade clean Rydel sheathed his sword and thought nothing of the two dead men. Did they really deserve a proper burial or cremation? With gritted teeth Rydel preformed a quick "cremation", and in his case was using a Magical Fire that was developed for this kind of task. A renowned spell.

The Kingdom was close by, in fact guards could have aided Rydel if he asked, but he hadn't been desperate. "Morning." He commented, nodding at an Official Guard of Arakan, who was making sure an Outlaw didn't sneak by. "The great Arakan", Rydel thought as he passed through the courtyard, which happened to be riddled with gardens and statues of past hero's. It had been months since he last came to the City of Arakan. It was a place of many cultures, many, and many shops. Hopefully he would get this right, and find the book for his father. Though what were the odds, a million to... well, one? Grinning Rydel looked around, his yellow eyes scanning the cobble stone roads and those who walked them. A small and simple adventure, just what he was looking for.

[Red XIV]

The sun rose over the Sharakan Desert, far to the east of the Arakan Kingdom. A large camp-site had been set-up, under the large Gray Mountains, that loomed above all else. The sun reflected off of the scorching sands, brightening up the land-scape. Movement had begun in the camp-site. People, Outlaws, had begun to wake up and leave their tents. This camp of Outlaws, was led by Vya, sister of the leader of the Outlaws. Regor had sent Vya to the desert with her platoon of soldiers, the Panthers, to train for an upcoming operation. The Panthers, under Vya's command, was a swift and deadly raiding party, killing caravans heading to or fro from Arakan, pillaging outlying villages of Arakan, killing the townsfolk. Vya, herself, had a strong grudge against the kingdom of Arakan, for Arakan's treatment of the Outlaws. Vya admired her brother for his fierce determination to defeat the Arakan nation. Vya would do anything for her brother. He was the only family left. Her father was killed by soldiers of the Arakan and her mother had died of grief. Vya wantred nothing more than the bastards of Arakan to rot in Hell for what they had done.

In the camp, soldiers, dressed in furs and leathers, wielding odd weapons, started to prepare for the day. The sun didn't shine as bright under the shade of the tall mountains. The area under the mountains was the coolest place in the large, hot Sharakan Desert. A fire had been made the previous night, but had dwindled down to lingering embers. Outlaws restacked the fire, using flint and tinder, trying to preserve the low amount of timber in the area. The soldiers had found water and established a well, as well. Outlaws came and restocked their canteens at the well, for the water supply was high, enough to last for maybe eight months, if not more. Soldiers headed for the mess hall, a tent set-up in the middle of the camp-site, to eat soup, bread, and dried meat, for there was no game in the vast desert. The Panthers were sent to the desert, however, for the lack of inhabitants. Just a few nomads and supposedly, sand tigers. Other Outlaws went straight to training, fighting each other, savagely, to train for the day they overtook the Arakan Kingdom, with the King's head on their lance.

Vya awoke from her cot in her tent. She was covered in sweat. She had dreamt terrible dreams in the night, of horrible monsters attacking the Outlaw village, where Regor was now. She couldn't imagine what she woud do if Regor was killed. She wiped the sweat off of her brow and stood up, shaking slightly. She walked, slowly, over to her water basin. She looked down into the basin, to see her reflection looking back at her. She looked frail, yet strong. Her face was pale, her long black hair splayed across her face and shoulders. After a moments look into the water, she thrust her hand into the basin, to destroy her reflection. She was almost in tears. Vya shook it off and splashed her face with a handful of the clear water. She then opened her supplies chest and pulled out her clothes. She tied her corset up, put on her long black skirt, and zipped up her jacket. The sun would be a scorcher in her black attire, but it was all she had, besides her dress, given to her by her mother before she passed away. At the entrance to her tent, four staffs lay bundled up. Vya took the one that emitted a chill, Shia. The staffs were given to her by a dying old man in the same desert, on a mission for Regor, when she was sixteen. She had kept them, for they held magical powers. She used the staffs to refine her abilities to become a Mage. Vya hopes to find "Magic's Connection" to fully realize the power of her staffs. She left the tent, out into the bright sunlight.

[Magi of Worlds]

Leon looked down from some boulders on the Outlaw encampment. He wasn't too far away from the forest-village of Argoshe. And the village wasn't too far from the kingdom of Arakan. He knew he was doing a favor to both the village and the kingdom by killing off thesse pests. He peeked out from behind the boulder again. One...two...three...ah hell there's fifty Outlaws down thereLeon though to himself. He heard a big Outlaw get up and start yelling at some others about two Outlaws going off on patrol and not coming back yet. That must be their leaderthought Leon. He pulled a white bow out from a bag and and arrow, he aimed at the big Outlaw and fired. The man was dead before his body hit the ground. The Outlaws he was shouting at cried out and one looked up at Leon. "PALADIN!!!" he started to shout to everyone. Apparently he wasLeon thought as he pulled out Avenger, his double-edged sword. He stepped out of hiding as a few of the Outlaws ran up the hill. With the help of the staff entwined within the sword he cast stop on the three Outlaws. Leon quickly ran to them and stabbed them in the heart. He turned towards the other Outlaws in a Berserker stance, that's how he fought if outnumbered, and his eyes glew red so he could concentrate. Leon rushes towards the Outlaws and started hacking away. A huge dust-cloud appeared over them, and by the time it dissapeared. There were only two Outlaws left. Leon looked down and saw that his white armor was scarred up and had a few cuts on it and his left leg and right arm were bleeding from deep gashes. He had no time to consult these injuries because one of the Outlaws snapped his fingers and four more men came running out from a boulder. Damn thought Leon. He rushed forward and killed the man who brought out the other four. He turned facing the last five Outlaws in Berserker stance. All five rushes at him and he used Hold on the also. He missed one man and the guy came up and slices his left arm. "Shit!" Leon said, good thing he was right-handed though. Leon raised his sword and cut the man in two. He walked up to the other Outlaws and cast Poisen upon them and sheathed his sword.
Now feeling all of his wounds Leon started limping towards Arakan. He got about a mile from the entrance and found the other two Outlaws. Someone had killed them. He looked around and saw a man with a bloody sword walking in through the entrance. I'd bet ten gold peices that man killed these guysLeon thought to himself. He started limping towards the gates. The gurads came to him and tried to help him. Leon resisted them and said " I'm fine." He then walked in throught the gates to Arakan.

[amnclown]

harper was talking to the wagon master while the caravan rolled into the gates of Arakan, harper noticed two men lying dead at the entrance burned and black like charcoal. "what a terrible way to die" harper thought to himself. harper thanked and payed the wagon master at the gates to Arakan and prayed for their safe trip back to their village through the plains. harper looked at the two bodies and asked the two gaurds " excuse me, what took place here?" the two gaurds looked at harper like a fool " two men died here trying to rob a man. the guy that killed them burned them up, looked like he kind of liked it too". harper frowned felt bad for the loss of the two livesand thought " this should be a intresting or dangerous visit". while harper walked through the city he saw many amazing things. harper knew what came with cities so beautiful though and didnt feel like being stolen from, he casted a simple spell he learned from a old enqusiter, any thief trying to steel from harpers belt would get a little zap to remind them not to touch what doesnt belong to them. harper smiled more then once threw his walk throught the city.

[Red XIV]

Vya stepped out of her tent, the light blinding her eyes. Two Outlaw soldiers, holding odd spears, with strange points. The spears were magically-enhanced. The soldiers were Vya's bodyguards, sent to her by her brother, Regor. The soldiers turned to her and gave the Outlaw salut. Two hands outstretched in fists and a grunt.

"Good morning, Lady Vya!" the guards grunted together. "The sun is bright today!" Vya nodded, shielding her eyes from the bright desert storm. She turned to the soldier on the right, Yestor. Yestor was a faithful man, with a strong belief in Arakan destruction. Yestor was a man Vya could depend on. She kept Vestor in charge of defense of the camp.

"Are the troops ready this morning?" Vya asked, solemnly. Vestor nodded his head, straightening up.

"Yes ma'am!" Vastor shouted. "The soldiers are ready any day! We eagerly await the destruction of the Arakan Empire!" Vya nodded, with a smirk on her face. She had known Vestor since his childhood. They had grown up together, with Regor. He was also an orphan. Vya admired his determination.

"As am I, Vestor." Vya replied. "It will come...someday." Vestor grunted.

"Don't worry, Lady Vya! Arakan wil fall! You and Regor will lead us into victory!"

"Thank you, Vestor. But we will need your troops help, too, Vestor. You are dismissed. You've been up all night. Get some rest." Vya ordered him with a smile. Vestor was a hard worker. Vestor nodded, bowed, and left, striding towards the mess hall. She turned to the other bodyguard, Guarim.

"You are dismissed, as well, Guarim." Vya said, swiftly. Guarim grunted and left, with a slight bow. Vya didn't know Guarim as much, but he was incredibly strong and Regor had much faith in the man. Guarim didn't talk much. A strong, silent protector.

Vya took a deep breath and walked into camp.

The grand cobble stone streets branched out in many different directions. Vendors beckoned to those who passed, shops lined the streets, and there was always a tavern located near by. Cathedrals and holy houses were easy to spot among most buildings, their stone structure different from the classic shop built of wood. People on foot milled around and attempted to make their way past caravans and horses. Many headed straight along the main path, which lead to the Castle. Home of Rashiek, guarded by plenty of men, some obvious, others appeared to be travelers. It seemed an average, packed and busy day.

Rydel was already stressed out, just standing at the beginning of the city. He plunged into the crowd and avoided vendors. They always lured you to their stand and then some how coaxed you to buy their goods. It was almost as if they put you under a spell. Rydel didn't doubt it. Walking the streets he passed many shops and many deranged acting people. Bookshops he knew wouldn't carry the book he was searching for. That would be way to easy. This book was a hidden relic, no one had really gotten a chance to read it before it vanished. So much for extreme power if no one could find the cursed thing. There was only one person Rydel knew that might have a clue as to where he could start searching. Clearly it would be in Arakan, it was said to be in this vast city. Rydel tried without being crude to get through the thick wave of people. He admired many goods he saw with envious eyes. Though most trinkets he saw were pointless to own. Yet a collector wouldn't be able to leave the city with all the odd items for sale. Jewels being very popular this generation.

It took Rydel a few minutes to find what he had been looking for. Though he had a rough idea as where to go, due to his previous visits. But the city persisted to change and landmarks never stayed the same for over a month. It was The Dragon's Lair, a very unique tavern, which Rydel's friend owned. The sign had a mock dragon carved from wood spiraling around it. It hung off a rod over the doorway for all to see. The door itself was wood burned, a craft that took a lot of talent and patience. It depicted two dragons in battle, fierce and in raged. Standing before it Rydel smirked, his friend really did have a knack for myth. Always off looking for dragons. Never did he come back satisfied. Would he ever learn dragons were just a myth, something never to be? Shaking his head Rydel doubted it.

Entering the tavern you are greeted by music, a band of flute players playing there fast beat tunes to the left on a small podium. To the right you find the bar, the long table carved into an eastern dragon. It’s very back the flat surface your drinks can sit. Scales neatly carved along its side. Its supposed tail literally connects into the wall but is vivid. Looking straight you see what would be the head of the dragon against the wall and not touching the floor. Along the walls are dragons wood burned carefully into the er wood. Each table has a dragon carved into its surface and along the legs of both the tables and chairs are carved dragons spiraling up them. A wondrous sight to see... There is still the warm fire crackling to the left by the podium and the stairs on the opposite side of the podium. They are in-between two walls and lead up to the rooms in which are open to stay in.

[Red XIV]

Vya walked, slowly, across the scorching sands, past the men working, training, and eating. She entered the large mess hall tent. Men sat at old, long, wooden tables, eating away at old bread and drinking cold soup. Vestor was eating, as well. The soldiers looked up and noticed her. The Outlaws stood and gave their salutes. Vya gestured for them to lower their hands.

"Settle, my friends." Vya said, loudly, to her troops. "Today, we prepare ourselves for the day of our victory!" Vya gave the Outlaw salute and shouted. The soldiers did the same, standing up,

"Yes, Ma'am!" the soldiers cried in unison. Vya gestured for them to sit back down.

"Settle, friends!" she shouted, over the muttering of the soldiers. "The day wil come soon! However, we must train!" Some of the soldiers at the tables nodded and a few grunted.

"We are stong enough to take the Arakan Empire on now!" a tall, bald Outlaw yelled, standing up and shouting. Vestor, in the back of the room, stood up angrily.

"Don't you defy the Captain!" Vestor shouted at the man. The bald man turned to Vestor, with an angry glare.

"You wretch! Do you now want vengeance? We can take it! This training is useless!" the bald man shouted, shaking a fist at Vestor. Vestor was furious. He almost jumped out of his seat and attacked the man, if not for the two Outlaws next to him, that held him back.

"SILENCE!" Vya shouted, anger in her eyes. "We train! Those who think that we can defeat the Empire now, are fools! Do you not know of what has happened to Rachek's troops? His troops were utterly defeated and all survivors were quartered! I will not have that happen to us! The Panthers!"
The soldiers settled down, the bald man and Vestor sitting back down, ashamed of their actions. Vya was a powerful leader when she needed to be.

"We are sorry!" one of the Outlaws cried out. "We train...until the day!" The group grunted in unison, again. Vya nodded.

"Now, for today, we will try raiding tests in the mountains. I will have you all meet in the Meeting Tent, in the center of camp, at noon! Be ready!" Vya told the troops. "Continue!" The Outlaws nodded, and went back to their meals, chatting amongst themselves. Vya left the tent.

Outside, as she prepared to take a walk to the well, to get a flask, a runner ran up to her. Vya turned to the exhausted man.

"Yes? What is it?" she asked, with a look of urgence in her eyes. Whatever it was, it seemed serious.

"Well, ma'am... The Outlaw Camp, outside Argoshe was destroyed...completely!" the man said, weakly, panting. Vya was shocked. She handed him a flask. The man drank what was left in one gulp.

"Who? WHO!" Vya cried. The man nodded, wiping the water from his face and handing her the flask back.

"It was a man from Argoshe! One man!" he told her. Vya was shocked. She clenched her hands into fists. Yeis was there! Yeis was one of Regor's most trusted and resourceful generals. How could one man take out his platoons.

"Prepare my horse! I leave for Argoshe at once!" Vya shouted, flames in her eyes. The runner nodded and ran off to the stables. Vya was furious.

"One man?!?" Vya thought to herself, as she walked to her tent, to gather her supplies. "I will kill whoever did this! I will make sure his bloody corpse will rot in the deepest depths of the underworld!"

Standing on a small cliff was Regor, Leader of The Outlaws. A respected man highly thought of by his people and feared by most who opposed him. He stood looking over the sea in his casual attire. The water was something he greatly admired... Peaceful and yet at times in rage, sending waves to wash over the shore. He watched carefully, the sea breeze blowing his crimson cloak back towards the large camp. Oddly enough he was a man of reasoning, fare to his people and even to those he drafted from foreign villages that his men raided. Respect couldn’t be entirely gained by force and torture. It would be a false respect, completely out of fear. It wouldn't be true. Regor knew it and he wouldn't be a typical villain.

Heavy hoof beats interrupted Regor's moment of peace. Sighing he turned from the sea and looked down the large rock. A horseman was climbing up the path with ease. "Lord Regor!" The messenger called from his position. "A camp has been destroyed..." He informed his master.

Regor immediately thought of his little sister. He knew she was brave and had her command a large camp of Outlaws. The Panthers. "Which camp?!" He asked harshly. The thought of his sister under attack, perhaps killed, was hard to bear. It was hard enough controlling the main camp, and his sister was the last of his family...

The messenger looked over his note. "The Argoshe Post, Sir." Relief swept over Regor, but a whole camp had still been destroyed. "Er... Lord, everyone died. Brutal, gorey deaths." The messenger was thinking of going into detail. Though thought better of it. However he would log certain details so other Outlaws would know what they were up against.

"Which Empire did this? The Argoshe I would suspect..." Regor looked at the ground and was about to have the messenger ready a group of Gorillas when the messenger intercepted him. "No, Sir. A single man did the damage. He took out the whole camp, no aid! It's impossible though." The messenger shook his head and tried to imagine a single man destroying a whole camp.

"Put together a Gorilla Team, don't track this man. The Panthers can manage him. I should have known The Argoshe Post would fail..." He said in a depressed tone. "When the team is ready notify me. I have special plans. Go!" The messenger bowed his head and saluted. Regor turned back to the sea. "G'luck..." He whispered into the wind. "My foe." It seemed humorous. It was suicide to mess with The Outlaws.

[Red XIV]

Vya, after gathering her supplies into a rucksack, and collecting her four staffs, she headed off towards the Stables. Vya sent out a messenger for all training today to cease and for Vestor and Guarim to meet her at the stables. The camp was hectic of the news of the Argoshe Camp disaster. Soldiers muttered to themselves, dark rumours of what had happened. Of the man who did it, a brave warrior of Argoshe who destoryed the entire camp, killing Yeis, himself.

"Believe what you want..." Vya thought to herself. "We will find this man, however powerful he may be..." Vya clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, as she stood at the stables, as men ran through the camps, in complete disorder. It was devastating news of the Argoshe Camp. Many good men were there... "I wonder if Regor has heard of this?" Vya shook it off, preparing for the task ahead of her.

As she thought of her, Vestor and Guarim approached, weapons and supplies in hand. Two servants, from a small oasis town the Panthers had raided, brought to them their horses. A strong chestnut for Guarim and a fast white horse for Vestor. Vya's own horse, Slypne, a sleek black horse, with gleaming gray eyes and iron armor, was also brought to her from the stables, the sadle strapped and ready. Vya had decided to only take herself and her two bodyguards to Argoshe. The man, however powerful he maybe, will be destroyed. Vya needed to investigate the camp on her own, to clarify what had happened. She needed to see it with her own eyes.

Vya, Vestor, and Guarim mounted their horses. Vya gave orders to one of her officers, Tyries, to take charge in her stead. And at that, Vya and her bodyguards rode out of the camp, into the vast desert, the desert sun hanging high in the sky.

[amnclown]

after a few moments walking through the gates harper noticed a man bloody and beaten it looked walking through the city with a purpose harper chased the man bumping into passers trying to catch this hurt man who looked to be in need of assistance, harper shout " you there in the armor stop!". harper wanted to help the bleeding man.

[Magi of Worlds]

Leon turned around at the voice of the man and kept on walking. Another peddler most likelyhe thought. Leon walked towards a tavern and stood there waiting for the man to catch up. When he finally catches up, I'm going to have a few questions for him was all Leon thought before he crashed to the ground in pain. Leon looked down to his left leg. Damn it, I should have checked this sooner,it's as if it's bleeding internally. Leon caught a glimpse of the man reaching towards him as he fell into unconsciousness.

Rydel had taken a seat at the bar and watched the door that lead to the back room. Basically it was kitchen/office, off limits to customers. Though who he saw come from the back, he didn't expect to see. "Jovias..." He muttered in annoyance as the hired Keep came to the bar table. "What can I get ya'." Jovias asked casually. "Where's Rigel today?" he asked the Keep, hoping Rigel would be back. "Eh... He be off hunting them dragons." Jovias informed Rydel as he cleaned a mug. "Though he left ya' something. Parchment." It didn't seem thrilling but Rydel accepted the rolled up piece parchment. A blue thread was tied around the Parchment so it wouldn't come undone. "Thank you..." Rydel said mechanically as he unrolled the paper. "Yay, a blank piece of parchment!" He thought sarcastically while he stared at the completely blank and useless paper. "Did he give you instructions for me on how I use this?" Rydel was rather interested as to why his friend would give him blank parchment. But the replacement Keep just shook his head.

After rolling the parchment back up he tied it and concealed it on him. So far his trip had been pointless and he hadn't accomplished a thing. "You there in the armor stop!" Rydel heard from outside. He figured it was Rogue Guard robbing someone of their money... so he stood, crossed the creaky floor, and poked his head outside of the main doorway. Not too far away a man had collapsed on the ground, he happened to be wearing armor. Another man was reaching for him; perhaps to help or slit the man's throat and take is possessions. Rydel wasn't sure. However there were enough concerned citizens around to aid the wounded man. If it had been just those two Rydel would have helped, but he at this point would only get in the way. Instead he just watched from the doorway like Jovias and a couple other intoxicated men.