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Crafters

2012-10-17T15:39:38Z

Devil:

{| {{STDT|crafting}}
! Discipline !! Members with a character with 400 in a crafting discipline
|-
| [[image:armorsmith_tango.png|25px]] Armorsmith || Tonas
|-
| [[image:artificer_tango.png|25px]] Artificer || [[user:Kratos|Kratos]] Laart
|-
| [[image:chef_tango.png|25px]] Chef || [[user:Gonzo|Gonzo]] [[user:Griphyne|Griphyne]] [[user:Blackheart|Blackheart]]
|-
| [[image:huntsman_tango.png|25px]] Huntsman || [[user:Azone|Azone]] [[user:Gonzo|Gonzo]]
|-
| [[image:jeweler_tango.png|25px]] Jeweler || [[user:Blackheart|Blackheart]]
|-
| [[image:leatherworker_tango.png|25px]] Leatherworker || [[user:Gonzo|Gonzo]] Luneya
|-
| [[image:tailor_tango.png|25px]] Tailor || Racio Devil
|-
| [[image:weaponsmith_tango.png|25px]] Weaponsmith || [[user:Blackheart|Blackheart]]
|}

Category:DotB Members

2007-03-12T14:02:16Z

Devil: Trying out this google map lark

==Guild Leader==
* [[Calliara Blackheart]] / [[Orpheus Soulhelm]] / [[Katalina Soulhelm]]
==Guild Officers==
<sort>
[[Darth Necrimus]]
[[Doli Capax]] / [[Deus Ix Darkhaven]]
[[Gonzo Salvato]] / [[Gonzo Salvagio]]
[[Griphyne Of Nor]]
[[Katalia Silverblade]]
[[W I T C H I E]] / [[Wise Witch]]
</sort>
==Guild Members==
{|width=100%
|rowspan=2 width=40%|
<sort>
[[Aimee Shotz]]
[[Archangel Ro]]
[[Arriar Reaver]]
[[Artemis Entirer]]
[[Cursed Baltimore]]
[[Daisy The Amazing]]
[[Dante Leonates]]
[[Death Lord Redeemer]]
[[Delta Korpsvart]]
[[Djenghis Kahn]]
[[Dolly Mix]]
[[Dragons Klaw]]
[[Drinjino Everglade]]
[[Eled Gladestalker]]
[[Elisabeth I]]
[[Erik Nemik]]
[[Flavio Crematoris]]
[[Full Metal Raziel]]
[[Hiita Flame Charmer]]
[[Hypnotic Baby]]
[[Ingrid Slay]]
[[Ir Es Mats]]
[[Kain Fernos]]
[[Khalidus The Wise]]
[[Kimhari Ronso]]
[[User:Symeon|King Symeon]]
[[Kratos Moonsilver]]
[[Krios Aeras]]
[[Lilac Tallon]]
[[Llihn Ud]]
[[User:Devil|Lord Devil]]
[[Lord Hoopsters]]
[[Lufia Of Probot]]
[[Mingle The Monk]]
[[Molstrid Voyist]]
[[Monky Nl]]
[[Red Dragonblood]]
[[Sacha Raintree]]
[[Seff Nox]]
[[Selene Of Darkblood]]
[[Shadea Nor Eth]]
[[Sir Brumby]]
[[Sir Cartledge]]
[[Siouxie Nightshade]]
[[Talan Imass]]
[[Toomin Alkir]]
[[Twiguru Darksurge]]
[[Vrigdikov Sepala]]
[[Wilhelm Ironguard]]
[[Wlhc Bloodforblood]]
[[User:XaNetias|Xa Netias]]
[[Zeyal Melso]]
[[Gondul Queletii]]
</sort>
|
<googlemap lat="44.087585" lon="42.890625" type="hybrid" zoom="2" width="400" height="800" controls="large">
55.541, 12.249, [[Darth Necrimus]]
51.993, 4.200, [[Gonzo Salvato]]
51.568, -0.131 [[Devil]]
</googlemap>
|}

User talk:Devil

2007-02-09T09:27:17Z

Devil:

Nice :) now people can steal your userpage. :) -- [[user:Gonzo|Gonzo]]

:you know what they say: 
:Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery :D -- [[user:Devil|Devil]]

:: I gather that's targeted at me...sry Dev I'm new to all this didn't realise I wasn't allowed to use ideas from other pages...I'm guilty of pinching a bit from you, Wout and Guild Wiki so i've taken it down till I can work out another.[[User:Aimee|Aimee]] 07:55, 9 February 2007 (CET)

::: You are allowed to steal, pinch, copy, merge, include, edit, move, mangle, transform and do whatever you like with the information that is on this wiki and even guildwiki or for that sake from the internet (provided it is not covered by a copyright or requires attribution, in which case, you just attribute it) --[[Image:Necromancer-icon.png|16px]] [[User:Vader|Darth Vader]] [[User_talk:Vader|talk]] [[Special:Contributions/Vader|contribs]] 08:06, 9 February 2007 (CET)

:::: It's not targeted at anybody Bell, this is from the begining days of this wiki, where we didn't sign our talk page comments. The first one was from me to Dev, as this was the first page that didn't look like mine (which I don't mind at all) the second one was Dev's reply to me :) I've added the names to the comments to those they apply to. [[User:Gonzo|'''Gonzo''']] [[Image:Icon-Gonzo.png|20px]] ([[User_talk:Gonzo|talk]] | [[Special:Contributions?target=Gonzo|contribs]]) 09:31, 9 February 2007 (CET)

::::: Copy all you want Bell, i have nothing against it, as the quote said from my second post, copying really is the best way to flatter someone, means their doing something right :D --[[User:Devil|Devil]] [[Image:Elementalist-icon.png|16px]] 10:27, 9 February 2007 (CET)

User:Devil

2007-02-08T15:51:46Z

Devil: My ranger is a ranger not a warrior, duh :p

==Bio==
Real name: Andrew, Usually known as Dev or Devil
 Location: London, UK
 Timezone: GMT
 Age: 24
 Function: Member, Story Writer, Sarcastic git and Deb Basher.
 Played GW since: whenever it first came out
 Job: Everyones favorite IT tech Biatch
 Interests: Games, Computers, GW, Dragons, Swords, and being Sarcastic.
 Roster Character: Lord Devil

==Description==
I'm a member of [[Defenders of the Blackblade]]. I am also the Author of [[:Category:Chronicles_of_the_Blackblade|Chronicles of the Blackblade]]

==Location==
*[[Guildwiki:Guild_Hall|Guild Hall]]
**[[Guildwiki:Wizard's_Isle|Wizards Isle]] 

==Account==
'''Account wide titles:
*Lucky [2]
*Hapless [1]
*Fame 17

==Characters==

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=== Lord Bel Garath ===
'''Class:''' Warrior
 '''Favorite build:''' AoE Axe
 '''Notes:''' Made to keep Deb's ele "Mistress Polgara" safe - which really is a impossible task since she's an expert at dying.

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=== Lord Devil ===
'''Class:''' Ranger
 '''Favorite build:''' Barrager of course
 '''Notes:''' Created as a escort for a certain "Jangiri Tazar" who got lost at Sanctum Cay.

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=== Devils Blessing ===
'''Class:''' Monk
 '''Favorite build:''' Blessed Light Healer
 '''Notes:''' Everyone needs a monk, so here he is

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=== [[Lady Bloodrose]] ===
'''Name:''' Rosanna Bloodrose
 '''Class:''' Necromancer
 '''Likes:''' Corpses - lots of em
 '''Dislikes:''' Corpse stealers
 '''Favorite build:''' Minion Master, or anything
 '''Other:''' Currently my 2nd most used / favored character
 '''Titles:''' Protector of Canthia, Protector of Elona, Sunspear Superwoman, Lightbringer something.
 '''Notes:''' Some of you may know Rose from either ingame or from [[:Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (my story.. what? you aint read it? GOGOGO!)

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=== [[Enchantress Elyssa]] ===
'''Class:''' Mesmer
 '''Likes:''' Casting Searing Flame and Glowing Gaze, Surviving
 '''Dislikes:''' Dying, Pain, Damage, Hurt, Personal injury
 '''Favorite build:''' Fast casting Searing Flame or Domination
 '''Other:''' Currently my most used / favored character
 '''Titles:''' Light bringing Sunspear something, '''Legendary Survivor'''

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=== [[Lady Zela]]===
'''Name:''' Zelana Adrienne Lillian Argala
 '''Class:''' Elementalist
 '''Likes:''' Fun and Fire
 '''Dislikes:''' boring people
 '''Favorite build:''' Twisted AoE Firestarter or [[guildwiki:Searing_Heat|Searing Heat]] ([[guildwiki:Elite_skills_list|Elite Skills]])
 '''Other:''' After a long break shes back, and busy farming UW
 '''Notes:'''You should know of Zela from [[:Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (why are you still here if you aint read it??)

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=== Devils Death Reaper ===
'''Class:''' Dervish
 '''Favorite build:''' Regen tank

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=== Devils Rift ===
'''Class:''' Ritualist
 '''Notes:''' Parked in Urgoz Warren, is also a mule

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=== *R*I*P* Vella of Nadrak ===
'''Class:''' Assassin
 '''Notes:''' Finished Factions with her, then got bored cause she was more squishie then a ele, also needed the character slot.

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=== Paragon - You gotta be joking! ===

From what i seen, Paragons are kind of boring, no chance i will touch one anytime soon.

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=== Imaginary Friend - [[Dawn Celestia]] ===
'''Name:''' Dawn Celestia
 '''Class:''' Monk / Priest of Dwayna
 '''Notes:''' Dawn is a character created for in story [[:Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] before i had many people giving me character profiles to use.

|}

Lady Bloodrose

2007-02-05T17:00:01Z

Devil:

{{BeastInfo |
| name = Lady Bloodrose
| image =
| species = [[Guildwiki:Human|Human]]
| prof = [[Guildwiki:Necromancer|Necromancer]] | icon = [[image:Necromancer-icon.png]]
| level = 20}}

==Description==
Lady Bloodrose is a Necromancer born in Tyria, after tasting all that a Necromancers path has to offer, she found that a master of Death Magic would never be short of minions to do her work for her.

==Location==
*Wizard's Isle

==Skills Used==
*{{skill icon|"All Ur Corpse R Belong 2 Me!"}} ([[guildwiki:Elite|Elite]])

==Items Dropped==
*Wayward Wand (Death Magic)
*Slightly mouldy monster skull with the name "Boney" carved across its forehead
*Collection of "Quick Remove Scars" - Excellent for the rapid profession changing Necromancer

==Notes==
Lady Bloodrose is most comfortable letting others do her work for her, namely this means her minions, but can also extend to friends, family and guildies.


[[Category:DotB Members]] [[Category:Necromancers]] [[Category:Devil´s Characters]]

Bash.dotb

2007-02-05T13:09:33Z

Devil:

Quotes from our IRC channel #dotb on irc.everywherechat.com. 
Inspired by [http://www.bash.org bash.org]
 
''20 october 2006''
[12:56] *** jigo[DotB] (dotb_@XXXXX.81-166-220.customer.lyse.net) has joined channel #dotb
[12:57]:jigo[DotB]> SUCKERS !!!!!!!!!!
[12:57]:jigo[DotB]> muhahahah ../runs away
[12:57] *** Signoff: jigo[DotB] (Web Browser left the chat web page)

''20 october 2006''
[13:26]:Gonzo[DotB]> nigthfall is next week?
[13:26]:Gonzo[DotB]> halloween event is probably next week too
[13:27]:Gonzo[DotB]> hmm, that weekend is planned to be my do stuff in my house weekend
[13:27]:Gonzo[DotB]> cause I want to be ready after that weekend
[13:27]:Gonzo[DotB]> so I might miss some of the nigthfall launch
[13:27]:Gonzo[DotB]> but I have internet in my house, so when my computer has been moved, it's ready
[13:29]:Gonzo[DotB]> to gogogogo
[13:29]:Gonzo[DotB]> So, with a new chapter in GW a new chapter in my life starts too
[13:29]:Gonzo[DotB]> that sounds nerdy
[13:29]:Darth_Vader[DotB]> ;-)
[13:30]:Darth_Vader[DotB]> rather philosophical...

''24 october 2006''
[14:21] Darth_Vader[DotB]: i've made a timer on the forums showing NF release
[14:21] Darth_Vader[DotB]: people kept bitchin about it not counting down
[14:21] ODM: oooooooow that one
[14:21] Darth_Vader[DotB]: because it didnt
[14:22] Darth_Vader[DotB]: and now wout said.. [14:16]:Gonzo[DotB] > timer counts down again
[14:22] Darth_Vader[DotB]: arrrrrrrrggghhhhh's
[14:22] ODM: ty
[14:23] Darth_Vader[DotB]: i think a good downright flogging is in place

''31 october 2006''
[08:48]:Djenghis > you want to know whats happening?
[08:48]:Djenghis > nothing is happening
[08:49]:Gonzo[DotB] > not y et
[08:49]:Gonzo[DotB] > 10 more minutes
[08:49]:Gonzo[DotB] > and I want to know what the mask is
[08:50]:Darth_Vader[DotB] > what is happening ?
[08:50] *** Signoff: Gonzo[DotB] (Connection reset by peer (TCP/IP connection broken))
[08:51]:Darth_Vader[DotB] > i should never have asked ;-)
[08:51]:Djenghis > lol

''07 november 2006''
Darth_Vader[DotB] is hard at work
[12:20]<Aimee[DotB]> *laughs hystericly*

''07 november 2006''
Darth_Vader[DotB] slamdunks Wout in a can of surströmning
<Gonzo[DotB]> Whatdidido?
<Darth_Vader[DotB]> posted it in bash
<Gonzo[DotB]> :)
<Darth_Vader[DotB]> if i hit you, you should automatically reply : i'm sorry
<Gonzo[DotB]> No, I want to be sure I'm sorry when I say that I am
<Gonzo[DotB]> in this case, I am not :)

''20 november 2006''
[17:07]:ODM > hmm is being able to solve a rubiks cube part of geekhood?
[17:14]:Devil[DotB] > no
[17:15]:Devil[DotB] > there is a diffrence between geekhood and sad people
[17:15]:ODM > are you calling me sad?
[17:18]:Devil[DotB] > have you solved a rubiks cube ?
[17:19]:ODM > yes
[17:20]:Devil[DotB] > well then yes, yes i am
[17:20]:ODM > well, atleast i dont have people bothering me all the time, giving me stress and making me work hard.
[17:36]:Devil[DotB] > so what DO u do?
[17:40]:ODM > im solving my rubiks cube

''23 november 2006''
[22:12]:vermilion > it's always the same old smelly geezers in here!
[22:13]:vermilion > ^_^
[22:14]:vermilion > anyways, you know that joke bout three mice in a bar?
[22:14]:vermilion > no?
[22:14]:vermilion > ok :D here we go!
[22:14]:vermilion > so theres like three mice in a bar
[22:14]:vermilion > sippin on some beers
[22:15]:vermilion > first mouse says to the others: "i am so tough! i am so cool!"
[22:15]:vermilion > "the people at my house put rat poison in my food, but that does nothing to me! i eat the stuff, and just walk on like it's nothing!"
[22:16]:vermilion > second mouse goes: "nah man thats nothing! i am way tougher than you!"
[22:16]:vermilion > "i get the rat poison in my food, but in a rat trap! so when i get my food, the trap springs on my head!"
[22:17]:vermilion > "but no worries, i just remove that thing from my head, and just walk on like it's nothing!"
[22:17]:vermilion > so the first and second mouse look at the third one, anxious for his reply
[22:18]:vermilion > the third mouse gets up from his bar seat, empties his beer and slams the glass on the bar, saying:
[22:18]:vermilion > "guys i'm going home love some pink shoes "
[22:18]:vermilion > (hurray for spamming an idle channel ^^ smell ya later)
[22:19] *** Signoff: vermilion (Web Browser closed)

''15 december 2006''
[15:36] [M][Faer|Raging`Gamer]: Anybody else here a fan of The Living End?
[15:36] Djenghis[DotB]: not sure, but I've heard that Gonzo is a fan of The Rear End
[15:36] Djenghis[DotB]: is that the same?
[15:36] [M][Faer|Raging`Gamer]: :|
[15:37] [M][Faer|Raging`Gamer]: uh no

''19 december 2006''
[M]Kimahri[DotB]: is there a way to enter this room without using internet?

''3 january 2007''
<[M]Kimahri[DotB]> aha well I need money
<[M]Kimahri[DotB]> ok busy playing with Symeon now

''15 january 2007''
[15:02] Djenghis: nederlandsch!
[15:03] Devil[DotB] enters the room.
[15:03] Devil[DotB]: buh SDSL line died
[15:03] Devil[DotB]: and yea, dust devil, never used it myself, but i read it somewhere that ppl cheat cleaning with it
[15:04] Gonzo[Do1B]: aw
[15:04] Gonzo[Do1B]: now we can't speak dutch anymore
[15:04] [M]Kimahri[DotB] Enters the room.
[15:04] Gonzo[Do1B]: aw
[15:04] Gonzo[Do1B]: now we can't speak dutch at all :p
[15:05] [M]Kimahri[DotB]: ok
[15:05] [M]Kimahri[DotB] leaves the room.
[15:05] Gonzo[Do1B]: aw
[15:05] Gonzo[Do1B]: now martin left :(
[15:05] Devil[DotB]: lmfao

''25 january 2007''
<Djenghis> my gf mentioned how a Wii would be fun
<Djenghis> i was liek WTF iS SHE SAYZING, because she generally hates computers
<Djenghis> and games even more
<[M]Kimahri[DotB]> And then you found the zipper on her back and inside was a 12 year old boy?
<Djenghis> :)
<Djenghis> yes, the sex got way better from that point on
<[M]Kimahri[DotB]> I have no further questions
This quote has been submitted to the ''real'' [http://www.bash.org/?732117 bash.org]

''29 january 2007''
[10:47] <Djenghis> i should have taken the morning off, but then again: it's better to be messed up in your bosses' time then in your own time
[10:47] <Devil[DotB]> amen
[10:47] • Gonzo[DotB] agrees

''5 february 2007''
<Darth_Vader[DotB]> you need to ask your ISP to implement this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IP_over_Avian_Carriers
<ODM> like, pidgeons?
<ODM> hmm
<ODM> imagine the ping
<Gonzo[DotB]> I used to have a cat, so I fulltill 1.5 part of the req
<Gonzo[DotB]> PING
<Gonzo[DotB]> *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter*
<Gonzo[DotB]> *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter*
<Darth_Vader[DotB]> hehe
<Gonzo[DotB]> PONG
<Gonzo[DotB]> *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter* *flutter*
<ODM> modern technology heh

User talk:Symeon

2007-02-03T10:00:40Z

Devil: Nice page

== Nice page ==

Looking good, looks oh so familar somehow, i just cant quite put my finger on it... --[[User:Devil|Devil]] [[Image:Elementalist-icon.png|16px]] 11:00, 3 February 2007 (CET)

Talk:Shot in the Gills

2007-02-03T07:44:59Z

Devil:

Love the pic --[[User:Devil|Devil]] [[Image:Elementalist-icon.png|16px]] 08:44, 3 February 2007 (CET)

Gonzo Hitokiri

2007-02-01T12:30:58Z

Devil: Fixed a typo :)

{{BeastInfo |
| name = Gonzo Hitokiri
| image = [[Image:Gonzo_Hitokiri.jpg|175px]]
| species = [[Guildwiki:Human|Human]]
| prof = [[Guildwiki:Assassin|Assassin]] | icon = [[image:Assassin-icon.png]]
| level = 20}}

==Description==
Gonzo Hitokiri is a [[Defenders of the Blackblade]] member.

==Location==
*obscure

==Skills Used==
*{{skill icon|Hide}} ([[guildwiki:Elite|Elite]])

==Items Dropped==
*64 Daggers
*645 Vials of Poison

==Notes==
Gonzo Hitokiri joined the [[Defenders of the Blackblade]] while he joined them attempting to become [[gw:Closer to the stars|closer to the stars]].


[[Category:DotB Members]] [[Category:Assassins]] [[Category:Gonzo´s Characters]]

User:Devil/sig

2007-01-31T15:19:41Z

Devil:

[[User:Devil|Devil]] [[Image:Elementalist-icon.png|16px]]

User talk:Gonzo

2007-01-31T15:01:19Z

Devil:

== Moving DotB times ? ==

Somebody should move the DotB times entries and put them into a somewhat newspaper style thingie ? --[[User:Vader|Darth Vader]] 08:23, 30 January 2007 (CET)

:This is just a nice way of telling me to move the DotB times entries in a newspaper style, isn't it? I was thinking about going to experiment with it this afternoon. So you might be surpised :p [[User:Gonzo|Gonzo]] 08:30, 30 January 2007 (CET)

:: It was not intended as any pressure in any way, but i just thought it would be worthy content as well --[[User:Vader|Darth Vader]] 09:14, 30 January 2007 (CET)

== Uploading files ==

There must be a trick to it since it wont accept the mesmer-icon.png file i got, care to share the secret? :p

:not really, it didn't accept some of my uploads, but so far everything worked for me. I'll see what I can do about the mesmer-icon

::no idea why it didn't work for you, maybe Vader does. <nowiki>[[Image:Mesmer-icon.png]]</nowiki> [[Image:Mesmer-icon.png]] --[[User:Gonzo|Gonzo]] 13:25, 31 January 2007 (CET)

:::need more information, what time it was tried, local filename, remote filename.. i can't see anything wrong, other than that some browsers are broken in their filename and cut'n'paste sometimes adds strange file endings.. if the file does not ''exactly end'' in one of the allowed extensions, it will be rejected. --[[User:Vader|Darth Vader]] 13:53, 31 January 2007 (CET)

:::: Tried again as a test at 12:56 GMT, IE6

::::Source: C:\temp\Mesmer-icontest.png
::::Desination name: Mesmer-icontest.png

::::no copy/paste anywhere, error: "The file is corrupt or has an incorrect extension. Please check the file and upload again." -Devil

:::::Well i got a new pic off GW, maybe there was something wrong with the first picture i saved as, either way uploaded a new one so it can be deleted ;)

:::::: I think the possible culprit is the developers of PHP, which i like to refer to as Personal Hell Pages. Their MIME detector is b0rked. So i try to using something more reliable for checking. (ref.: [http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Uploading_files#The_file_is_corrupt_or_has_an_incorrect_extension._Please_check_the_file_and_upload_again. corrupted files]). What happens is that the uploaded files are checked against the extension and supplied mime-type, and if they don't match, and the file cannot be identified, they are rejected with that error. This check is to prevent hax0r's from faking an image and upload a binary executable, tricking users into downloading files from here that are not what they expect. I've added the suggested fix, and hopefully that will work. --[[User:Vader|Darth Vader]] 14:36, 31 January 2007 (CET)

== testing ==
--{{SUBST:User:Gonzo/sig}} 16:00, 31 January 2007 (CET)

oo didnt look like yours worked, lemme try mine :p --[[Image:Elementalist-icon.png|16px]] [[User:Devil|Devil]] 16:01, 31 January 2007 (CET)

User:Devil/sig

2007-01-31T14:49:57Z

Devil:

[[Image:Elementalist-icon.png|16px]] [[User:Devil|Devil]]

"Help!"

2007-01-31T14:32:22Z

Devil:

{{SkillInfo
| camp = [[Guildwiki:Nightfall|Nightfall]]
| prof = [[Guildwiki:Mesmer|Mesmer]] | icon = [[image:Mesmer-icon.png]]
| attrb = [[Guildwiki:Unlinked_Skill|No Attribute]]
| type = [[Guildwiki:Elite|Elite]] [[Guildwiki:Shout|Shout]]
}}
==Cost==
10 [[image:Energy.png]] | 60 [[image:Recharge.png]]

==Skill Details==
For 30 seconds nothing happens, when this skill ends 0-7 random guildies appear with 3 Heroes each to help you with whatever you wish.

==Acquisition==
'''[[guildwiki:Signet of Capture|Signet of Capture]]'''
*unknown
**[[Enchantress Elyssa]]

==Notes==
Using this skill too often causes less and less guildies to appear, until no guildies appear. 
Using this skill after 0 guildies have appeared will result in angry guildies, followed by a word from an officer.

==Related skills==

==Related articles==


[[Category:Skills]]

Henchman Control

2007-01-31T14:20:11Z

Devil:

{{SkillInfo
| camp = [[Guildwiki:Nightfall|Nightfall]]
| prof = [[Guildwiki:Mesmer|Mesmer]] | icon = [[image:Mesmer-icon.png]]
| attrb = [[Guildwiki:Inspiration|Inspiration]]
| type = [[Guildwiki:Elite|Elite]] [[Guildwiki:Skill|Skill]]
}}
==Cost==
5 [[image:Energy.png]] | ¼ [[image:Activation.png]] | 15 [[image:Recharge.png]]

==Skill Details==
For 30...90 seconds, Your henchmen gain the intelligence to do what you want them to, exactly when you want them to, without having to tell them to.

==Acquisition==
'''[[guildwiki:Signet of Capture|Signet of Capture]]'''
*unknown
**[[Enchantress Elyssa]]

==Notes==
After using this skill, your henchman's brains explode requiring you to return to town to recruit new henchmen, Heroes are unaffected by this effect but stand around gibbering like idiots for 20-10 seconds while their brains cool down.

==Related skills==

==Related articles==


[[Category:Skills]]

Alt F4 Enter

2007-01-31T14:06:32Z

Devil:

{{SkillInfo
| camp = N/A
| prof = N/A | icon =
| attrb = N/A
| type = Unknown [[Guildwiki:Elite|Elite?]]
}}

==Cost==
5 [[image:Energy.png]] | ¼ [[image:Activation.png]]

==Skill Details==
Character immediately disappears from combat and re-appears in the last town they visited.

==Acquisition==
*Unknown
**[[Enchantress Elyssa]]

==Notes==
There is no limit to the amount of times this skill may be used. 
There are no records of anyone ever learning this skill with a [[guildwiki:Signet of Capture|Signet of Capture]].

==Related skills==

==Related articles==


[[Category:Skills]]

Enchantress Elyssa

2007-01-31T13:37:34Z

Devil:

{{BeastInfo |
| name = Enchantress Elyssa
| image =
| species = [[Guildwiki:Human|Human]]
| prof = [[Guildwiki:Mesmer|Mesmer]] | icon = [[image:Mesmer-icon.png]]
| level = 20}}

==Description==
Enchantress Elyssa is a recent addition to the [[Defenders of the Blackblade]]. It is rumored that she came from Canthia, but no records exist that states she was there for any length of time.

==Location==
*Wizard's Isle

==Skills Used==
*{{skill icon|Alt F4 Enter}} ([[guildwiki:Elite|Elite]])
*{{skill icon|Henchman Control}} ([[guildwiki:Elite|Elite]])
*{{skill icon|"Help!"}} ([[guildwiki:Elite|Elite]])

==Items Dropped==
*Legendary Survivor Badge

==Notes==
It is unknown how this is possible, but there are no records of Elyssa ever dying.


[[Category:DotB Members]] [[Category:Necromancers]] [[Category:Gonzo´s Characters]]

User talk:Gonzo

2007-01-31T13:22:36Z

Devil:

User talk:Gonzo

2007-01-31T12:58:58Z

Devil:

User talk:Gonzo

2007-01-31T11:35:38Z

Devil: Uploading files

Lady Zela

2007-01-31T09:28:25Z

Devil:

{{BeastInfo |
| name = Lady Zela
| image =
| species = [[Guildwiki:Human|Human]]
| prof = [[Guildwiki:Elementalist|Elementalist]] | icon = [[image:Elementalist-icon.png]]
| level = 20}}

==Description==
Lady Zela is a member of the [[Defenders of the Blackblade]].

==Location==
*Wizard's Isle

==Items Dropped==
*Unknown

==Notes==
It is rumored that a story containing Zela when she was younger is floating about, for more infomation it would be wise to check there.


[[Category:DotB Members]] [[Category:Elementalist]] [[Category:Devil´s Characters]]

Category:DotB Members

2007-01-30T10:50:35Z

Devil: Edited Deb's link to point to her user page

==Guild Leader==
* [[Calliara Blackheart]] / [[Orpheus Soulhelm]] / [[Katalina Soulhelm]]
==Guild Officers==
* [[Darth Necrimus]]
* [[Doli Capax]] / [[Deus Ix Darkhaven]]
* [[Gonzo Salvato]]
* [[Griphyne Of Nor]]
* [[Katalia Silverblade]]
* [[WITCHIE]] / [[Wise Witch]]
==Guild Members==
* [[Aimee Shotz]]
* [[Archangel Ro]]
* [[Arriar Reaver]]
* [[Artemis Entirer]]
* [[Cursed Baltimore]]
* [[Daisy The Amazing]]
* [[Dante Leonates]]
* [[Death Lord Redeemer]]
* [[Delta Korpsvart]]
* [[Djenghis Kahn]]
* [[Dolly Mix]]
* [[Dragons Klaw]]
* [[Drinjino Everglade]]
* [[El Dutchie]]
* [[Eled Gladestalker]]
* [[Elisabeth I]]
* [[Erik Nemik]]
* [[Flavio Crematoris]]
* [[Full Metal Raziel]]
* [[Hiita Flame Charmer]]
* [[Hypnotic Baby]]
* [[Ingrid Slay]]
* [[Ir Es Mats]]
* [[Kain Fernos]]
* [[Khalidus The Wise]]
* [[Kimhari Ronso]]
* [[King Symeon]]
* [[Kratos Moonsilver]]
* [[Krios Aeras]]
* [[Lilac Tallon]]
* [[Llihn Ud]]
* [[User:Devil|Lord Devil]]
* [[Lord Hoopsters]]
* [[Lufia Of Probot]]
* [[Mingle The Monk]]
* [[Molstrid Voyist]]
* [[Monky Nl]]
* [[Red Dragonblood]]
* [[Sacha Raintree]]
* [[Seff Nox]]
* [[Selene Of Darkblood]]
* [[Shadea Nor Eth]]
* [[Sir Brumby]]
* [[Sir Cartledge]]
* [[Siouxie Nightshade]]
* [[Talan Imass]]
* [[Toomin Alkir]]
* [[Twiguru Darksurge]]
* [[Vrigdikov Sepala]]
* [[Wilhelm Ironguard]]
* [[Wlhc Bloodforblood]]
* [[User:XaNetias|Xa Netias]]
* [[Zeyal Melso]]

User talk:Devil

2007-01-30T10:48:22Z

Devil:

Nice :) now people can steal your userpage. :)

you know what they say:
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery :D

User:Devil

2007-01-30T10:43:13Z

Devil: Should be most of it done now.

==Bio==
Real name: Andrew, Usually known as Dev or Devil
 Location: London, UK
 Timezone: GMT
 Age: 24
 Function: Member, Story Writer, Sarcastic git and Deb Basher.
 Played GW since: whenever it first came out
 Job: Everyones favorite IT tech Biatch
 Interests: Games, Computers, GW, Dragons, Swords, and being Sarcastic.
 Roster Character: Lord Devil

==Description==
I'm a member of [[Defenders of the Blackblade]]. I am also the Author of [[:Category:Chronicles_of_the_Blackblade|Chronicles of the Blackblade]]

==Location==
*[[Guildwiki:Guild_Hall|Guild Hall]]
**[[Guildwiki:Wizard's_Isle|Wizards Isle]] 

==Account==
'''Account wide titles:
*Lucky [2]
*Hapless [1]
*Fame 17

==Characters==

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=== Lord Bel Garath ===
'''Class:''' Warrior
 '''Favorite build:''' AoE Axe
 '''Notes:''' Made to keep Deb's ele "Mistress Polgara" safe - which really is a impossible task since she's an expert at dying.

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=== Lord Devil ===
'''Class:''' Warrior
 '''Favorite build:''' Barrager of course
 '''Notes:''' Created as a escort for a certain "Jangiri Tazar" who got lost at Sanctum Cay.

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=== Devils Blessing ===
'''Class:''' Monk
 '''Favorite build:''' Blessed Light Healer
 '''Notes:''' Everyone needs a monk, so here he is

|-
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=== [[Lady Bloodrose]] ===
'''Name:''' Rosanna Bloodrose
 '''Class:''' Necromancer
 '''Likes:''' Corpses - lots of em
 '''Dislikes:''' Corpse stealers
 '''Favorite build:''' Minion Master, or anything
 '''Other:''' Currently my 2nd most used / favored character
 '''Titles:''' Protector of Canthia, Protector of Elona, Sunspear Superwoman, Lightbringer something.
 '''Notes:''' Some of you may know Rose from either ingame or from [[:Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (my story.. what? you aint read it? GOGOGO!)

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=== [[Enchantress Elyssa]] ===
'''Class:''' Mesmer
 '''Likes:''' Casting Searing Flame and Glowing Gaze, Surviving
 '''Dislikes:''' Dying, Pain, Damage, Hurt, Personal injury
 '''Favorite build:''' Fast casting Searing Flame or Domination
 '''Other:''' Currently my most used / favored character
 '''Titles:''' Light bringing Sunspear something, '''Legendary Survivor'''

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=== [[Lady Zela]]===
'''Name:''' Zelana Adrienne Lillian Argala
 '''Class:''' Elementalist
 '''Likes:''' Fun and Fire
 '''Dislikes:''' boring people
 '''Favorite build:''' Twisted AoE Firestarter or [[guildwiki:Searing_Heat|Searing Heat]] ([[guildwiki:Elite_skills_list|Elite Skills]])
 '''Other:''' After a long break shes back, and busy farming UW
 '''Notes:'''You should know of Zela from [[:Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (why are you still here if you aint read it??)

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=== Devils Death Reaper ===
'''Class:''' Dervish
 '''Favorite build:''' Regen tank

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=== Devils Rift ===
'''Class:''' Ritualist
 '''Notes:''' Parked in Urgoz Warren, is also a mule

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=== *R*I*P* Vella of Nadrak ===
'''Class:''' Assassin
 '''Notes:''' Finished Factions with her, then got bored cause she was more squishie then a ele, also needed the character slot.

|-
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=== Paragon - You gotta be joking! ===

From what i seen, Paragons are kind of boring, no chance i will touch one anytime soon.

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=== Imaginary Friend - [[Dawn Celestia]] ===
'''Name:''' Dawn Celestia
 '''Class:''' Monk / Priest of Dwayna
 '''Notes:''' Dawn is a character created for in story [[:Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] before i had many people giving me character profiles to use.

|}

User:Devil

2007-01-29T17:01:37Z

Devil: Big update, still a work in progress :D

Still under construction

==Bio==
Real name: Andrew, Usually known as Dev or Devil
 Location: London, UK
 Timezone: GMT
 Age: 24
 Function: Member, Story Writer, Sarcastic git and Deb Basher.
 Played GW since: whenever it first came out
 Job: Everyones favorite IT tech Biatch
 Interests: Games, Computers, GW, Dragons, Swords, and being Sarcastic.
 Roster Character: Lord Devil

==Description==
Devil is a member of [[Defenders of the Blackblade]].
 Devil is also the Author of [[Chronicles_of_the_Blackblade|Chronicles of the Blackblade]]

==Location==
*[[Guildwiki:Guild_Hall|Guild Hall]]
**[[Guildwiki:Wizard's_Isle|Wizards Isle]] 

==Account==
'''Account wide titles:
*Lucky
*Hapless

==Characters==

{| width="100%" style="background: transparent;"

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=== Lord Bel Garath ===

'''Class:''' Warrior

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=== Lord Devil ===

Blah

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=== Devils Blessing ===

Blah

|-
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=== [[Lady Bloodrose]] ===
'''Name:''' Rosanna Bloodrose
 '''Class:''' Necromancer
 '''Likes:''' Corpses - lots of em
 '''Dislikes:''' Corpse stealers
 '''Favorite build:''' Minion Master, or anything
 '''Other:''' Currently my 2nd most used / favored character
 '''Titles:''' Protector of Canthia, Protector of Elona, Sunspear Superwoman, Lightbringer something.
 '''Notes:''' Some of you may know Rose from either ingame or from [[Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (my story.. what? you aint read it? GOGOGO!)

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=== [[Enchantress Elyssa]] ===
'''Class:''' Mesmer
 '''Likes:''' Casting Searing Flame and Glowing Gaze, Surviving
 '''Dislikes:''' Dying, Pain, Damage, Hurt, Personal injury
 '''Favorite build:''' Fast casting Searing Flame or Domination
 '''Other:''' Currently my most used / favored character
 '''Titles:''' Light bringing Sunspear something, '''Legendary Survivor'''

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=== [[Lady Zela]]===
'''Name:''' Zelana Adrienne Lillian Argala
 '''Class:''' Elementalist
 '''Likes:''' Fun and Fire
 '''Dislikes:''' boring people
 '''Favorite build:''' Twisted AoE Firestarter or [[guildwiki:Searing_Heat|Searing Heat]] ([[guildwiki:Elite_skills_list|Elite Skills]])
 '''Other:''' After a long break shes back, to learn how to UW farm
 '''Notes:'''
You should know of Zela from [[Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (why are you still here if you aint read it??)

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=== Devils Death Reaper ===

Blah

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=== Devils Rift ===

Blah

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=== *R*I*P* Vella of Nadrak ===

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=== Paragon - You gotta be joking! ===

Blah

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=== Imaginary Friend - [[Dawn Celestia]] ===
'''Name:''' Dawn Celestia
|}

Category:DotB Members

2007-01-29T13:31:30Z

Devil: Fixed link to Devil's profile page

==Guild Leader==
* [[Calliara Blackheart]] / [[Orpheus Soulhelm]] / [[Katalina Soulhelm]]
==Guild Officers==
* [[Darth Necrimus]]
* [[Doli Capax]] / [[Deus Ix Darkhaven]]
* [[Gonzo Salvato]]
* [[Griphyne Of Nor]]
* [[Katalia Silverblade]]
* [[WITCHIE]] / [[Wise Witch]]
==Guild Members==
* [[Aimee Shotz]]
* [[Archangel Ro]]
* [[Arriar Reaver]]
* [[Artemis Entirer]]
* [[Cursed Baltimore]]
* [[Daisy The Amazing]]
* [[Dante Leonates]]
* [[Death Lord Redeemer]]
* [[Delta Korpsvart]]
* [[Djenghis Kahn]]
* [[Dolly Mix]]
* [[Dragons Klaw]]
* [[Drinjino Everglade]]
* [[El Dutchie]]
* [[Eled Gladestalker]]
* [[Elisabeth I]]
* [[Erik Nemik]]
* [[Flavio Crematoris]]
* [[Full Metal Raziel]]
* [[Hiita Flame Charmer]]
* [[Hypnotic Baby]]
* [[Ingrid Slay]]
* [[Ir Es Mats]]
* [[Kain Fernos]]
* [[Khalidus The Wise]]
* [[King Symeon]]
* [[Kratos Moonsilver]]
* [[Krios Aeras]]
* [[Lilac Tallon]]
* [[Llihn Ud]]
* [[User:Devil|Lord Devil]]
* [[Lord Hoopsters]]
* [[Lufia Of Probot]]
* [[Mingle The Monk]]
* [[Molstrid Voyist]]
* [[Monky Nl]]
* [[Red Dragonblood]]
* [[Sacha Raintree]]
* [[Seff Nox]]
* [[Selene Of Darkblood]]
* [[Shadea Nor Eth]]
* [[Sir Brumby]]
* [[Sir Cartledge]]
* [[Siouxie Nightshade]]
* [[Talan Imass]]
* [[Toomin Alkir]]
* [[Twiguru Darksurge]]
* [[Vrigdikov Sepala]]
* [[Wilhelm Ironguard]]
* [[Wlhc Bloodforblood]]
* [[Xa Netias]]
* [[Zeyal Melso]]

Chronicles of the Blackblade 07

2007-01-29T13:28:49Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 7 – Midnight Mayhem</big>'''

Dawn stopped, she didn’t know how long she had been running for; but suddenly a door loomed in front of her, she rapped on it with urgency.

The door swung open, and a man stood there, he looked at the poor girl.

----

She was standing there clutching the remains of the nightgown to herself, the moonlight in the hallway illuminated her figure though the thin fabric. She stood trembling; shivering in the chilly hallway, her cheeks wet from the tear’s she was shedding; her eye’s becoming puffy. She looked up at him, her eye’s filled with fear, with fright, and with helplessness, looking into her eye’s tore at his heart, he felt sorrow for the girl and he had to do something about it.
Anger began to cloud his mind as he looked past the girl and focused on the wall behind her, he knew full well who could and most possibly did this to her. But a sob brought his attention back to the girl, he knew what had to be done, and he knew what order to do them in.

He stepped back and held the door open; beckoning her inside; a warm glow coming from an orb dimly lit the room, she waddled in unsure if she was doing the right thing; scared of entering someone else’s room, he closed the door behind them as she turned to look at him.

“Was it?” he asked; no names needed.
She only replied with a mumbled “mm”
“Wait here, I’ll be back soon.” He turned to leave, but was stopped.
“Wait.” She said, he turned, looked at her, then turned to leave again
“I’ll be back soon don’t worry.”
“Wait, I’ll come as well” she said again, this time planting her hand on his arm in an attempt to stop him, he turned to look at the girl again, seeing just how ripped the nightgown was, she had removed one of her arms that was covering her to hold his arm.

“Your going to go back out there like that?” he asked, she looked down at herself and released her hand from him, using it again to cover herself, she was caught between wanting to go with him, and the need to not be seen dressed as she was.
“Put some clothes on first, then we can go.” He said, “I’ll wait outside for you O.K?”
She nodded, and mumbled out a “Thank you.” as he left the room.

----

He took off at a thunderous sprint; the door had barely closed and he was away, silently he flew down the corridors. Anger lending his legs wings, Rage pushing him forward, his blood pumping in his ears, he quickly arrived at his destination.

He took a deep breath, and then charged through the unlocked door.

----

He saw the boy sitting on a bed, the second the door had opened he sprang to his feet; he was nimble; but not enough, he crossed the room in a single stride, putting his hand around the boys neck, lifting him up and crushing him onto the wall all in a single fluid moment, Jake choked, his eyes filled with fear at the monster in front of him.

“Let me go, I haven’t done anything, Let me go right now or I’l-“ his free fist imbedded itself in Jake’s stomach, much stronger then Dawn’s knee, he coughed blood, “Shut. Up” he growled releasing the boy; watching as he dropped to all four’s; gasping for breath,
“If you even THINK about doing something like that again. You. WILL. Regret. It.”
Jake chuckled “Big man, don’t tell me you wouldn’t think of doing the same thi-“
He was cut short as the man turned and kicked Jake’s stomach, sending him sprawling across the room to crash into the wall at the far side of the room,
“I said Shut up!” but he only got another chuckle as a reply
“You know - your quite strong. But you’ll will need more then that to keep me down.” Jake looked up, a grin upon his face and murder in his eye’s as he nimbly jumped to his feet; pulling a knife from his boot as he stood.

----

The man stood there; watching Jake blocking the doorway, flicking the knife from hand to hand. With himself being unarmed and Jake having his knife, the situation had changed, he calmed down instantly and his brain took on a new form of thinking, before it was sheer anger and hatred powered by noble intentions, it now processed defence and survival, a wrong move could get him stabbed – or worse; his throat cut, but he didn’t have the time to deal with that particular issue, he knew it wouldn’t be long until the door opened, and then Jake would have the clear advantage.

He planned out his move, his first attack had to stop the knife, allowing Jake free use of it was unacceptable, the next would be to finish it; knocking Jake unconscious would be the fastest way to achieve this.

He charged, diving at Jake with a furious roar hoping to stun him in place, it worked; for only a split second, he changed his attack from Jake’s body to his arm; as it came across looking to cut into his torso, he stopped Jake’s arm short of his torso, but realized that the knife had been reversed and it had imbedded itself into his arm.

Pain shot up his arm, but he was not about to lose his chance, using his right hand he swung a wild blow aimed for Jake’s head and connected before Jake could react, following through with his swing with enough force to shove Jake into the nearby wall – he collapsed instantly - unconscious.

----

Gonzo left the room; his arm deeply cut with his blood dripping on the floor. He held his arm tightly with his spare hand, trying to stem the loss of blood, he was taken unaware as a voice surprised him.

“Halt!” a woman’s voice came harshly, Gonzo turned to face her.

In the dim moonlight he could hardly make her out, she stood at the ready, dark hair fell down; hidden behind her shoulders. She had dressed quickly, her hair was tussled; her shirt riffled at the bottom. Trousers covered her legs and a scabbard was hanging at her side, in front of her she held a sword in both hands; the moon shining from the polished blade that pointed towards Gonzo.

“Stand where you are!” she called again, eyeing the blood on Gonzo’s hands and shirt. Gonzo stood still; against a foe with a knife he could fight, against someone wielding a sword with a confident hand, he stood no chance unarmed.

He watched as she circled around, wanting to get into a position so that she could see the insides of the room, Gonzo waited, and she soon shortly saw Jake lying on the floor inside the room.

“What did you do to him.” She said in even tones.
“I taught him a lesson, one he won’t soon forget.” Gonzo stated flatly, he started walking towards her; towards the way to his own room.
“I said stay still!” she hissed, raising her sword to point at him once more, Gonzo stopped short from the end of the blade, but his reply was interrupted by a scream from the end of the corridor.

“Gonzo!” Dawn yelled as she came running towards them, she had put on a pair of trousers and a shirt that was way too big for her, the other girl didn’t have a chance to react and was roughly barged into by Dawn as she made her way to Gonzo – forcing her out of the middle of the corridor. Dawn gasped.
“What happened here.” Dawn said as she roughly grabbed Gonzo’s arm, pulling it towards her to take a look at the wound; causing him to wince in pain,
“Dawn tha-“ he began but was cut off,
“Oh hush.” Dawn said as she began her spell,
“Hey!” the other girl had regained her balance and had raised her sword again “What do you think your doing! he’s beaten that oth-“
“Silence!” Dawn snapped at the other girl; she was surprised at the forcefulness of the response and waited for Dawn to finish her spell.
“Healing Touch!” Dawn cast; the wound on Gonzo’s arm closed, the blood disappearing as they watched until all that remained was an angry pink line where the skin had rejoined.
“Thanks” Gonzo said as he tested out his arm, it was stiff but didn’t hurt anymore.

----

Minus Lockheart gasped, Dawn had just finished telling her what happened that caused the incident in the corridor, Gonzo had stayed long enough to convince the girls to go back to Minus’s room, then said he was going to sort out Jake.

Minus’s room was quite large; a queen size bed dominated the bedroom, a small lounge area with two sofa’s and a washroom to top if off.

It had taken a lot for Dawn to tell her story, stopping as she went along, but she was glad to have told someone else about it, it wasn’t long after that when she fell asleep on the sofa, Minus covered her, then turned in for the night.

----

Zela woke up early, she had left the window open in her room, and the early morning bird chirps had woken her, she stretched, got washed and dressed, and left the room seeking breakfast. The dining hall was already alive with movement, and the smell of freshly baked bread assaulted her nose, the tables were already filled with all sorts of bread, pastries, fruits, jam’s, ham’s and cheese, she looked around but didn’t spot anyone she met the previous day, infact it didn’t look like any of the newer students were in the dining hall, “Well I am quite early” she thought to herself as she grabbed a tray, three plate’s, a wide selection of everything available and a jug of juice – it was time to wake up the locals.

----

<nowiki>*Knock Knock* Rose groaned, and rolled over to go back to sleep; hoping the noise would stop, it didn’t.
*Knock Knock* it came again, this time with a bit more force, Rose rolled back over to face the door, looking daggers directly at it, wanting the person behind it to drop dead.

The knocking stopped, Rose smiled to herself, looks like her thoughts alone was enough to-
“Hey! Sleepy head!” a sharp hi-pitched voice yelled from the door, “Wake up! Breakfast’s here! It’s really nice! you’re going to miss it!”
Rose’s thoughts turned black, she was going to have to-
*Bang Bang* no longer a simple knock, the door was visibly moving now, and the person behind the door didn’t let up either,
“C’mon lazy bones! Move it! It’s time to get up!”
That was it, Rose jumped out of the bed, ran to the door, unlocked it and flung it open.</nowiki>

Standing in front of her was a short child with blond hair, who immediately upon seeing the door flung open and Rose standing there in her black nightgown, squealed.
“Ahhh it’s a monster!” upon which she dashed off towards the sofa’s that lined the room, hiding behind the one that had another girl sitting on it, calmly eating a pastry.

Judging it too much trouble to catch her, Rose returned to her room closing the door behind her.

----

“You shouldn’t do that.” Zela stated, as she watched Mara return to the closed door; she began to bang on it again.

The door opened almost immediately; just as Zela predicted, and Mara narrowly avoided being clobbered by a pillow, she made a rapid about face and ran for it, followed directly behind her by Rose.

As Mara passed by a sofa, she changed her direction to where Zela was sitting, intending to hide behind her sofa, her plan failed as Rose threw the pillow; hitting Mara’s back causing her to fall, seconds later Rose was upon her, but was stopped short.

“Hey!” Zela yelled, “If you kids want to fight; do it outside.”
Rose looked at her, noticing that her hand was resting on her own pillow, she had finished eating and now sat ready for action. The sight of fresh bread sitting on the table changed her mind however, chasing away all thoughts of violence as she realised that she was hungry.

----

Zela stood at the window, looking out over the front courtyard. They were four floors up and had a view that overlooked the keep; Zela could make out people in the front courtyard and called over to her two companions who were lounging on the sofas.

They had all introduced themselves; Rose breathing a sigh of relief as she found out that the noisy girl wasn’t her roommate.

Rose walked over to the window, just as Zela mentioned that it was time they should be going.
“I think it’s about time we started heading downstairs.”
“Why? It’s still so early.” Rose questioned
“Yeah, well we don’t want to be late for our first day, and I’m hoping not to get put in his group.” Zela said, pointing towards an angry looking beast of a man in the courtyard.
Rose looked out the window towards the directed area.
“Yeah he looks quite upset doesn’t he” Rose agreed
“Well lets get going then.” Came the squeaky reply from Mara
“O.K” Rose said, as Zela nodded.
“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Mara squeaked, just as she disappeared from view out the main doorway.
Rose and Zela quickly glanced at each other, before they both shot off towards the doorway to give chase to the smaller girl.

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User:Devil

2007-01-29T13:04:04Z

Devil: Took out the extra category to CotB

Still under construction

==Bio==
Real name: Andrew, Usually known as Dev or Devil

Location: London, UK

Timezone: GMT

Age: 24

Function: Member, Story Writer, Sarcastic git and Deb Basher.

Played GW since: whenever it first came out

Job: Everyones favorite IT tech Biatch

Interests: Games, Computers, GW, Dragons, Swords, and being Sarcastic.

Roster Character: Lord Devil

==Description==
Devil is a member of [[Defenders of the Blackblade]].
Devil is also the Author of [[Chronicles_of_the_Blackblade|Chronicles of the Blackblade]]

==Location==
*[[Guildwiki:Guild_Hall|Guild Hall]]
**[[Guildwiki:Wizard's_Isle|Wizards Isle]]

==Characters==

===Lady Bloodrose===
Name: Rosanna Bloodrose
Class: Necromancer
Likes: Corpses - lots of em
Dislikes: Corpse stealers
Favorite build: Minion Master (Course can do everything else, shes not a second class necro)
Other: Currently my 2nd most used / favored character
Titles: Protector of Canthia, Protector of Elona, Sunspear Superwoman, Lightbringer something.

====Notes====
Some of you may know Rose from either ingame or from [[Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (my story.. what? you aint read it? GOGOGO!)

===Lady Zela===
Name: Zelana Adrienne Lillian Argala

Class:Elementalist

Likes: Fun and Fire

Dislikes: boring people

Favorite build: Twisted AoE Firestarter

Other: After a long break shes back, to learn how to UW farm

====Most common Builds Used====
*[[guildwiki:Searing_Heat|Searing Heat]] ([[guildwiki:Elite_skills_list|Elite Skills]])

====Notes====
You should know of Zela from [[Chronicles of the Blackblade|CotB]] (why are you still here if you aint read it??)

===Enchantress Elyssa===

Class: Mesmer
Likes: Casting Searing Flame and Glowing Gaze, Surviving
Dislikes: Dying, Pain, Damage, Hurt, Personal injury
Favorite build: Fast casting Searing Flame
Other: Currently my most used / favored character
Titles: Light bringing Sunspear something, Legendary Survivor

===Other Chars===
Lord Bel Garath(W/Me)

Devils Rift(Rt/Me) - Mule, Parked in Urgoz.

Devils Blessing(Mo/Me)

Devils Death Reaper(D)


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Chronicles of the Blackblade 09

2007-01-29T12:58:42Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 9 – Slave Labour</big>'''

--- Three Weeks Later ---

Zela awoke early, as was her habit. She thought back…

The days had been hard, since when she had joined, the tasks at first has been gruelling, helping in the kitchen, serving the other students, cleaning and scrubbing floors, dusting and worst of all - laundry, she got used to the chores quickly, and spent most of her free time in the library or having fun with the others.

After the first week; those of lesser stamina, or too proud to do such demeaning tasks were sent away, the groups were rearranged to keep the numbers in each group at a steady level, while each group were given more tasks to do.

It had been hard for Rose, she was stuck in a different group from Zela, but from the times they met she could tell she was having a hard time, she ached non-stop and would sleep at every opportunity, the only reason she was still here was her stubborn refusal to give up. The help and support that herself and Mara gave her had nothing to do with it.

Mara didn’t seem to have a problem; usually more of a hinder then anything else, she shortly grew out of kitchen and dusting duties due to the amount of damage that would occur after she was done. Her usual jobs were doing the laundry; heavy duty cleaning or messenger girl.

Synti didn’t stay for long, she was called back to her homeland due to troubles her clan were having.

Gonzo didn’t have any trouble with any of forms of slavery put against him, while more suited to the more physically intensive jobs he got the job done. His most common jobs included the receiving of shipments by wagon or barge from the river.

Dawn managed any and all jobs put in front of her with dedication and efficiency, she never complained about the work, preferring to get the job done without a word. It was obvious she had been through all of this before.

Minus had no troubles doing any of the jobs required, she found herself commonly given the kitchen related duties, while not having a problem with the extreme heat that often arose in the kitchen, her strong body allowed her to get tasks done easily.

----

Zela headed down into the dining hall, her jobs today were mostly general cleaning and dusting, she planned to be done with them quickly and wanted to join in with a first year elementalist class that she found out about from a newly turned elementalist she met earlier in the week.

After a quick breakfast she was off, she quickly found the hall that was first on her list and closed the door behind her, satisfied that it was empty; she started on her spell, ensuring it was low in power and controllable at will.

“Dust Devil” she finished. A small swirling mass of yellow began to form on the ground next to her, growing in height slowly until it resembled a weak small hurricane, about a foot in height, width and depth it gradually began to lift off the floor as she controlled it around the room, passing though the more fragile items in the room and shelves that collected dust; leaving them spotless.

Only the floor was left now, Zela brought the Dust Devil closer to herself and poured on the bucket of water she had brought, the yellow hurricane turned into a dark greyish brown colour as the sand inside absorbed the water, she grinned as she pushed more of her magical energies into it, watching as it gained more speed and momentum, she used this to apply the necessary force needed to remove the hard muck and grime that managed to find its way onto the floor, a few minutes later the room was clear. Zela slowly dispelled the Dust Devil above the bucket, allowing all of the mucky water and dirt to drain into it.

She smiled as she left the hall, only four more to go.

----

Zela arrived at the classroom just as the other students were entering; the classroom was a medium sized room, with enough seats to comfortably fit fifteen or so students. Zela felt kind of out of place being four years younger then the class average, a few of the students wondered who she was and why she was there; but didn’t question her on the matter, most came in groups of two or three and proceeded to seats adjacent to each other. Zela took a seat located towards the back and waited.

----

“Good morning students” the teacher said enthusiastically as he strode forcefully into the room, his teachers elementalist’s robes gliding along with this cape blown by the wind afterwards. After getting the classes attention he began loud and boisterous.

“My name is Maxwell Madderson, and I shall be your elementalist mentor for the first half of this year. Since you’ve all been here for a few years already you know that it is the duty of the first year elementalist’s to keep all of the magical facility’s here charged at all times.”
He said the last sentence proudly as if doing so is a great honour for elementalists; the class were quickly infected with his attitude and were keen to learn.

“So lets begin with the class roster….” He began calling out students names with each student in turn replying in some form or another, after he finished and everyone was accounted for, he spotted Zela and marched towards her.

”My dear young lady, it appears that you have came to the wrong lesson, first years haven’t been assigned to classes yet.” Maxwell said.
“I know, but I’d like to join in on your lesson if you wouldn’t mind?” Zela asked politely.
“Why of course my dear! Its always a pleasure when someone shows a interest in the elementalist arts, especially someone as young as yourself!” Maxwell boasted proudly, “But please try not to disrupt the class if you do not understand.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll try my best.” Zela grinned broadly; she didn’t think it would be that easy.
“Since you’ll be joining us do you have a name… miss?”
“Zela”
“Miss Zela it is, so class, let us begin.” Maxwell said as he strode back to the front of the classroom, a few of the other students looking at her as if she didn’t belong there, while others looking on with interest.

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Rose awoke at mid morning, she hurt - a lot, her feet and legs hurt from all the walking and running that was required of her; her arms from all the scrubbing and cleaning; her back from all the lifting and her mind from the constant mental battle that she fought everyday to force herself to continue, to force herself to keep going despite all the pain.

Rose had been a regular at the bathhouse located at the rear of the academy, the first time herself; Zela and Mara had found it; they dove straight in, now it had became a part of Rose’s daily routine, first thing in the morning and just before bed she would soak in the hot baths, allowing it to relax tired muscles and provide relief from the day gone by or preparation for the day ahead.

She now partially understood about the training, when she had arrived she had been a thin and weak girl, now after three weeks she was beginning to show the signs of muscle under her flesh, the soft skin now replaced with toughened worn skin and she felt healthier then she ever had before.

Rose thought back to the initial introduction, after her confrontation with Jeremy the ranger who was her groups leader, she had introduced herself to her group mates, now only two of the original ones remained, one was a shy and timid monk by the name of Dawn. The other, a complete wacko named Ellard, every time Rose had seen him, he had always been dressed in weird clothes made of leaves, Rose wondered if he ever changed. The rest of her group had dropped out or had been changed around so much that she didn’t know them.

The times that Rose had seen Dawn outside of the group meetings, she was always in the presence of another student by the name of Gonzo, Rose had hardly spoke to him, but he seemed like a friendly enough person, if you could get past his burly looks. Rose wondered at their relationship, but left off commenting about it.

Rose only saw her roommate of an evening, or on the occasion when she would accompany her on her own duties. But every morning without fail, Rose would find her breakfast waiting for her outside of her room. Rose knew that she didn’t have to do, but could not figure out why the girl did such a thing.

Mara always seemed to be hanging around with a smile on her face, happy to pitch in whenever help was wanted, or more often then not – when it wasn’t. Working all day or not Mara was always full of life, childish laughter and childish intelligence, which more often then not ended up making Rose want to throttle her.

----

“So for our first lesson you will be learning how to charge the different orbs located in the academy, before we begin I will give you a demonstration and then you can try your own.”
He began handing out an orb to students, throwing them towards the students at the back of the class, he was going to skip giving one to Zela but she held her hand out to accept an orb as it was passed around.

“Now students, these orbs are like the ones you find built into the walls of the keep, they give off light using the magical energy that has been charged into them, as you can see these are all empty at the moment, when charged they give off a glow like so.”
Maxwell proceeded to hold the orb between his hands in front off him, suddenly the orb began to glow, softly at first then slowly it grew brighter and brighter, until it was a steady ball of light.

“Now I’d like you all to try. Focus your magical energy on the orb, don’t worry if it turns a different colour, for now just see if you can charge it.”

A buzz of conversation started in the class as the students tried to charge their orbs with power, Maxwell strolled around the class, giving help to those students who were having problems, some managed to partially charge their orbs with a taint of colour based on their preferred elements. After he was satisfied, he approached Zela’s seat and stopped in his tracks, looking at the brightly glowing ball of white sitting upon her desk, he found Zela with her back to him, kneeling on her seat, leaning forward talking to the student behind her.

“Try holding it completely covered in both of your hands, and close your eyes.” Zela was saying to the male student.
“O.k.” he answered, unsure of himself, unsure of taking advice from someone four years his junior.
“Now, concentrate the energy into your hands.”
“Uh huh.”
“And then push it into the space between your hands.”
Zela watched as the orb slowly began to turn dark brown instead of gray, the student’s brow furrowed in concentration and perspiration began to form on his forehead. It was at this moment that Maxwell appeared at their sides.

“What’s going on here?” Maxwell asked in his loud and proud voice.
The student immediately snapped out of his trance, dropping the orb to the table with shaking hands, the brown color inside it dissipated quickly as it returned to its original color.
“I was just er asking um Zela for…”
“I was just trying to help him out Sir.” Zela covered
Maxwell looked at Zela sceptically, before pointing to the glowing ball on her desk
“Where exactly did that come from?” he asked
Zela made a show of being confused, “Sorry sir?”
“What happened to the orb I gave you?”
“That is it sir.” Zela replied, a smile creeping onto her lips.
Maxwell narrowed his eyes at her, while she half-turned to face him.
“Jonathan.” Maxwell called to the student sitting in front of Zela “Your orb wasn’t charged that much, are you trying to show off in front of this young lady?”
The class laughed as Jonathan blushed while he quickly tried his best to unsuccessfully deny it,
“But sir! I didn um.. er.. do.. anything.” Bumbled Jonathan.
“No he didn’t.” Zela replied “I done it myself.”
At this the class went silent, no one wanted to admit that a new student had out performed them.
Maxwell picked up the now gray orb on the desk that Zela had been leaning on, and dropped it into Zela’s waiting palm.
“Show me then.” He grinned at her and Zela wondered why, as she looked at the orb in her hands she realized why.

The box of orbs that Maxwell brought with him didn’t all contain *easy* charge orb’s like the one she was given, this was one of the larger capacity ones – which also required much more energy and skill to charge, no wonder some of the students were having problems!

Zela sighed, she’d been had.

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 08

2007-01-29T12:53:47Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 8 – Induction</big>'''

The three girls arrived in the courtyard smiling happily, they had caught up with Mara and Rose had playfully shown the girl what she thought of her idea. The courtyard was still partially empty, newer students were arriving in dribs and drabs, some singularly, others in groups of one or two people.

Many of the trainers and tutors had already arrived; they stood waiting; gossiping to each other, some mixing with the students, others keeping to themselves.

The day was nice; the early morning breeze brought smells from the town, and the morning sun warmed those beneath it.

Zela looked around, a few of the faces she recognized from yesterdays race, and from the evening meal in the hall

“Ahhhh!” Mara suddenly shrieked; causing Rose and Zela to jump at the unexpected outburst, they turned to see her waving her hand around, madly pointing in the general direction of a young girl approaching,
“Who’s that?” asked Zela; just as Mara’s hand closed around her wrist, Zela was nearly pulled off her feet as Mara started running towards the unknown girl, and Zela had to struggle to keep her footing at the sudden bout of movement; leaving Rose standing there confused as to what’s going on.

“That’s Cindy, she’s the girl who healed me after the big warrior caught me after that wind spell, she’s soooo cool, she’s really tall – I mean really really tall, she’s like twice as big as me and I had to look up just to see her face, and she’s the one who healed me, and oh my gosh shes soo cool cmon!” Mara gushed as she ran full speed towards her, all the while Zela struggled to keep her self from falling over, and to keep her arm attached to her shoulder.

“Hi there Cindy, thisismyfriendZela, she’s really cool and she knows magic and-“ Mara gushed again but Zela interrupted her.
“Hi there, I’m Zelana Argala, one of Mara’s -” she looked at the small girl happily fidgeting next to her, “ - friends”
“Pleased to meet you Zelana, I’m Synti Lumimantteli.”

Zela took a moment to regard the girl, she was rather tall for her age; her long reddish hair accentuated her almond shaped brown eyes. Her facial features marked her as a foreigner to these lands.
She wore an old monk robe’s that revealed parts of her lower legs, obviously they were made for someone younger or shorter then herself, but the condition of the robes lead Zela to believe that the craftsman’s who made them was skilled.

“See! See! I told you Cindy’s really tall, and her hairs really long an-“ Mara began
“Lumimantteli you said? I think I’ve heard that name somewhere before…” Zela pondered out loud; while absently massaging her shoulder,
“Possibly, It’s quite a large clan, many tribes of people were joined to create it.” Synti replied; her voice dropping in volume as she turned her head to the side, she obviously didn’t want to talk about herself, so Zela decided to let the subject drop.
“Ahh well, its not importan-“ Zela began,
“Oh look!!” interrupted Mara, “That’s her! That’s the girl over there!” she rapidly grabbed Zela’s wrist, and again took off at high speed towards the three approaching people, leaving Synti standing there wondering what exactly just happened, and Zela again fighting to keep her arm connected to her shoulder.

As they arrived in front of the three people, Mara suddenly stopped; causing Zela to stumble in front of her while she regained her balance; the three stood looking at her.

The first on the left was male; he stood fairly tall and quite burly, a mean look about him gave the impression of someone not to be taken lightly, but the smile his face currently held spoke of a softer, kinder side. He wore a simple brown tunic and brown leggings.

The first on the right was female, she stood at medium height; and was slightly toned. Her shoulder brown hair was pulled back behind her in a pony tail, the tones on her face were currently set into a broad grin at the scene in front of her. She wore a pair of leather boots, a medium length pair of leggings and a short-sleeved v-neck top.

The middle was female, shorter then the other two she appeared to be the common link between the three; her mouth was set in a half laugh at something that had just passed between them, her long waist length brown hair was let loose behind her, the wind gently making it sway from side to side, her face had a look of maturity about it, while still looking young and cute. She wore robes that marked her as a priest - cream with a brown collar, cuff’s and hem.

----

“Hi there” Zela began with a slight wave, “Um, sorry to bother you but Mara here seems to know you.”
Dawn took a moment to regard the small girl, then replied.
“No; I don’t believe I do, but I do know you. How are you feeling?”
“Oh? Yes I’m fine, thank you for asking.”
“Yeah, that was a real nasty stunt you pulled there.” Gonzo said, grinning at her “Oh, and Dawn here is the one that healed you before they took you to the infirmary.”
“Oh really? Thank you for your help then”
“That’s not necessary, I’m always happy to help those in need.” Dawn replied
“I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Zelana Argala and the midget hiding behind me is Mara.”
“Hello.” Mara gave a brief wave while still standing behind Zela.
“I’m Dawn Celesta, A pleasure to meet you.”
“Gonzo Salvato, welcome to Kyndale”
“I’m Minus Lockheart”
“Students!” a voice yelled above the general conversation going on around the courtyard, “Can you all gather around and give me your full attention.”

Zela and Mara waved goodbye to Dawn, Gonzo and Minus and quickly attempted to find Rose within the rapidly thickening mob.

----

The hour that followed consisted of the students getting told what would be required of them for the first few months, they were split into groups; with each group getting the same assortment of tasks assigned to them. Each group were assigned a senior student or teacher to be their leader – or at least pretend to, until the numbers were cut down to a more manageable size.

Zela took note that each group seemed to follow a grouping code; in that there were a broad range of bodily builds.

As each group were lead away by their respective “leaders”, Zela’s feeling of doom that had began while being told about their so called “duties”; grew to a respectable size when Mara was added to her group, and now - as it finally set in; she realized it.

Zela absently mumbled to herself “What’s the best way to get slaves, in a country that does not accept slavery?” she already knew the answer as her group entered the keep.

----

“We WHAT!” Rose exploded, threatening to take the man’s head off solely with the power of her voice.

Other members of her group stood around watching the scene unfold, some knew it was coming already, others who had no idea about it but still didn’t seem to mind – seeing it as part of the process, and other’s looking just as mad – just not as verbal as Rose was.

“Why should we do all of that! Didn’t we all come here to learn the skills required to become adventurers? Why should we have to clean floor’s and serve in the kitchen! That’s what peasants, maids and cooks are for!” Rose yelled.

The man in front of her stood there; quietly listening, with the look of someone who’s heard it all before and more.
“How do you expect to become a adventurer when you can’t even do these simple jobs? Maybe we should take one of these – Peasants – and train them instead.” The man answered carefully,
“Hrmph” Rose grumbled, turning away from the man, “This is nothing but slave labour.”
“I agree” the man stated; at which Rose turned and looked at him again, “But I don’t make the rules. Apparently this kind of training is popular and good for building stamina - which most of the students this year seem to lack..”
“So its only until we’re ready to proceed with the proper training then?” Rose asked
“You could put it that way. Until you’ve proven you have what it takes to be an adventurer; and that you’ve got a talent to one.”
“And if we haven’t?”
The man shrugged before he set about getting everyone to introduce themselves.

---

Zela’s group leader was a previous student; he had already been at the academy for four years, a Mesmer by trade.

His current fashion included a pair of green trousers and deep green shirt, his hair neatly kept, Zela had already pinned him as a lazy, overconfident fool who loved the sound of his own voice.

She looked around the room while he rattled on, noticing the group that she was with; the majority being female, a few were paying attention; others seemed bored of the whole process; Mara was restless, she sat fidgeting in her chair. She wondered just how many of the people here would be fully accepted and trained up, just how many would drop out and return home in shame. For her, she didn’t have a choice, there was no rapid return home if things turned bad, the only way back to her home town would be under her own power, and she would be no exception to the rule.

She snapped out of her thinking as the group stood, seemed like the induction was over and it was time to start…

Whatever it was she was starting.

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 07

2007-01-29T12:53:09Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 7 – Midnight Mayhem</big>'''

Dawn stopped, she didn’t know how long she had been running for; but suddenly a door loomed in front of her, she rapped on it with urgency.

The door swung open, and a man stood there, he looked at the poor girl.

----

She was standing there clutching the remains of the nightgown to herself, the moonlight in the hallway illuminated her figure though the thin fabric. She stood trembling; shivering in the chilly hallway, her cheeks wet from the tear’s she was shedding; her eye’s becoming puffy. She looked up at him, her eye’s filled with fear, with fright, and with helplessness, looking into her eye’s tore at his heart, he felt sorrow for the girl and he had to do something about it.
Anger began to cloud his mind as he looked past the girl and focused on the wall behind her, he knew full well who could and most possibly did this to her. But a sob brought his attention back to the girl, he knew what had to be done, and he knew what order to do them in.

He stepped back and held the door open; beckoning her inside; a warm glow coming from an orb dimly lit the room, she waddled in unsure if she was doing the right thing; scared of entering someone else’s room, he closed the door behind them as she turned to look at him.

“Was it?” he asked; no names needed.
She only replied with a mumbled “mm”
“Wait here, I’ll be back soon.” He turned to leave, but was stopped.
“Wait.” She said, he turned, looked at her, then turned to leave again
“I’ll be back soon don’t worry.”
“Wait, I’ll come as well” she said again, this time planting her hand on his arm in an attempt to stop him, he turned to look at the girl again, seeing just how ripped the nightgown was, she had removed one of her arms that was covering her to hold his arm.

“Your going to go back out there like that?” he asked, she looked down at herself and released her hand from him, using it again to cover herself, she was caught between wanting to go with him, and the need to not be seen dressed as she was.
“Put some clothes on first, then we can go.” He said, “I’ll wait outside for you O.K?”
She nodded, and mumbled out a “Thank you.” as he left the room.

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He took off at a thunderous sprint; the door had barely closed and he was away, silently he flew down the corridors. Anger lending his legs wings, Rage pushing him forward, his blood pumping in his ears, he quickly arrived at his destination.

He took a deep breath, and then charged through the unlocked door.

----

He saw the boy sitting on a bed, the second the door had opened he sprang to his feet; he was nimble; but not enough, he crossed the room in a single stride, putting his hand around the boys neck, lifting him up and crushing him onto the wall all in a single fluid moment, Jake choked, his eyes filled with fear at the monster in front of him.

“Let me go, I haven’t done anything, Let me go right now or I’l-“ his free fist imbedded itself in Jake’s stomach, much stronger then Dawn’s knee, he coughed blood, “Shut. Up” he growled releasing the boy; watching as he dropped to all four’s; gasping for breath,
“If you even THINK about doing something like that again. You. WILL. Regret. It.”
Jake chuckled “Big man, don’t tell me you wouldn’t think of doing the same thi-“
He was cut short as the man turned and kicked Jake’s stomach, sending him sprawling across the room to crash into the wall at the far side of the room,
“I said Shut up!” but he only got another chuckle as a reply
“You know - your quite strong. But you’ll will need more then that to keep me down.” Jake looked up, a grin upon his face and murder in his eye’s as he nimbly jumped to his feet; pulling a knife from his boot as he stood.

----

The man stood there; watching Jake blocking the doorway, flicking the knife from hand to hand. With himself being unarmed and Jake having his knife, the situation had changed, he calmed down instantly and his brain took on a new form of thinking, before it was sheer anger and hatred powered by noble intentions, it now processed defence and survival, a wrong move could get him stabbed – or worse; his throat cut, but he didn’t have the time to deal with that particular issue, he knew it wouldn’t be long until the door opened, and then Jake would have the clear advantage.

He planned out his move, his first attack had to stop the knife, allowing Jake free use of it was unacceptable, the next would be to finish it; knocking Jake unconscious would be the fastest way to achieve this.

He charged, diving at Jake with a furious roar hoping to stun him in place, it worked; for only a split second, he changed his attack from Jake’s body to his arm; as it came across looking to cut into his torso, he stopped Jake’s arm short of his torso, but realized that the knife had been reversed and it had imbedded itself into his arm.

Pain shot up his arm, but he was not about to lose his chance, using his right hand he swung a wild blow aimed for Jake’s head and connected before Jake could react, following through with his swing with enough force to shove Jake into the nearby wall – he collapsed instantly - unconscious.

----

Gonzo left the room; his arm deeply cut with his blood dripping on the floor. He held his arm tightly with his spare hand, trying to stem the loss of blood, he was taken unaware as a voice surprised him.

“Halt!” a woman’s voice came harshly, Gonzo turned to face her.

In the dim moonlight he could hardly make her out, she stood at the ready, dark hair fell down; hidden behind her shoulders. She had dressed quickly, her hair was tussled; her shirt riffled at the bottom. Trousers covered her legs and a scabbard was hanging at her side, in front of her she held a sword in both hands; the moon shining from the polished blade that pointed towards Gonzo.

“Stand where you are!” she called again, eyeing the blood on Gonzo’s hands and shirt. Gonzo stood still; against a foe with a knife he could fight, against someone wielding a sword with a confident hand, he stood no chance unarmed.

He watched as she circled around, wanting to get into a position so that she could see the insides of the room, Gonzo waited, and she soon shortly saw Jake lying on the floor inside the room.

“What did you do to him.” She said in even tones.
“I taught him a lesson, one he won’t soon forget.” Gonzo stated flatly, he started walking towards her; towards the way to his own room.
“I said stay still!” she hissed, raising her sword to point at him once more, Gonzo stopped short from the end of the blade, but his reply was interrupted by a scream from the end of the corridor.

“Gonzo!” Dawn yelled as she came running towards them, she had put on a pair of trousers and a shirt that was way too big for her, the other girl didn’t have a chance to react and was roughly barged into by Dawn as she made her way to Gonzo – forcing her out of the middle of the corridor. Dawn gasped.
“What happened here.” Dawn said as she roughly grabbed Gonzo’s arm, pulling it towards her to take a look at the wound; causing him to wince in pain,
“Dawn tha-“ he began but was cut off,
“Oh hush.” Dawn said as she began her spell,
“Hey!” the other girl had regained her balance and had raised her sword again “What do you think your doing! he’s beaten that oth-“
“Silence!” Dawn snapped at the other girl; she was surprised at the forcefulness of the response and waited for Dawn to finish her spell.
“Healing Touch!” Dawn cast; the wound on Gonzo’s arm closed, the blood disappearing as they watched until all that remained was an angry pink line where the skin had rejoined.
“Thanks” Gonzo said as he tested out his arm, it was stiff but didn’t hurt anymore.

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Minus Lockheart gasped, Dawn had just finished telling her what happened that caused the incident in the corridor, Gonzo had stayed long enough to convince the girls to go back to Minus’s room, then said he was going to sort out Jake.

Minus’s room was quite large; a queen size bed dominated the bedroom, a small lounge area with two sofa’s and a washroom to top if off.

It had taken a lot for Dawn to tell her story, stopping as she went along, but she was glad to have told someone else about it, it wasn’t long after that when she fell asleep on the sofa, Minus covered her, then turned in for the night.

----

Zela woke up early, she had left the window open in her room, and the early morning bird chirps had woken her, she stretched, got washed and dressed, and left the room seeking breakfast. The dining hall was already alive with movement, and the smell of freshly baked bread assaulted her nose, the tables were already filled with all sorts of bread, pastries, fruits, jam’s, ham’s and cheese, she looked around but didn’t spot anyone she met the previous day, infact it didn’t look like any of the newer students were in the dining hall, “Well I am quite early” she thought to herself as she grabbed a tray, three plate’s, a wide selection of everything available and a jug of juice – it was time to wake up the locals.

----

*Knock Knock* Rose groaned, and rolled over to go back to sleep; hoping the noise would stop, it didn’t.
*Knock Knock* it came again, this time with a bit more force, Rose rolled back over to face the door, looking daggers directly at it, wanting the person behind it to drop dead.

The knocking stopped, Rose smiled to herself, looks like her thoughts alone was enough to-
“Hey! Sleepy head!” a sharp hi-pitched voice yelled from the door, “Wake up! Breakfast’s here! It’s really nice! you’re going to miss it!”
Rose’s thoughts turned black, she was going to have to-
*Bang Bang* no longer a simple knock, the door was visibly moving now, and the person behind the door didn’t let up either,
“C’mon lazy bones! Move it! It’s time to get up!”
That was it, Rose jumped out of the bed, ran to the door, unlocked it and flung it open.

Standing in front of her was a short child with blond hair, who immediately upon seeing the door flung open and Rose standing there in her black nightgown, squealed.
“Ahhh it’s a monster!” upon which she dashed off towards the sofa’s that lined the room, hiding behind the one that had another girl sitting on it, calmly eating a pastry.

Judging it too much trouble to catch her, Rose returned to her room closing the door behind her.

----

“You shouldn’t do that.” Zela stated, as she watched Mara return to the closed door; she began to bang on it again.

The door opened almost immediately; just as Zela predicted, and Mara narrowly avoided being clobbered by a pillow, she made a rapid about face and ran for it, followed directly behind her by Rose.

As Mara passed by a sofa, she changed her direction to where Zela was sitting, intending to hide behind her sofa, her plan failed as Rose threw the pillow; hitting Mara’s back causing her to fall, seconds later Rose was upon her, but was stopped short.

“Hey!” Zela yelled, “If you kids want to fight; do it outside.”
Rose looked at her, noticing that her hand was resting on her own pillow, she had finished eating and now sat ready for action. The sight of fresh bread sitting on the table changed her mind however, chasing away all thoughts of violence as she realised that she was hungry.

----

Zela stood at the window, looking out over the front courtyard. They were four floors up and had a view that overlooked the keep; Zela could make out people in the front courtyard and called over to her two companions who were lounging on the sofas.

They had all introduced themselves; Rose breathing a sigh of relief as she found out that the noisy girl wasn’t her roommate.

Rose walked over to the window, just as Zela mentioned that it was time they should be going.
“I think it’s about time we started heading downstairs.”
“Why? It’s still so early.” Rose questioned
“Yeah, well we don’t want to be late for our first day, and I’m hoping not to get put in his group.” Zela said, pointing towards an angry looking beast of a man in the courtyard.
Rose looked out the window towards the directed area.
“Yeah he looks quite upset doesn’t he” Rose agreed
“Well lets get going then.” Came the squeaky reply from Mara
“O.K” Rose said, as Zela nodded.
“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Mara squeaked, just as she disappeared from view out the main doorway.
Rose and Zela quickly glanced at each other, before they both shot off towards the doorway to give chase to the smaller girl.

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 06

2007-01-29T12:45:30Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 6 – Local Neighbourhood</big>'''

The meal was about to start, all the students had taken their seats yet there was still room at the far end of the tables, as if it were reserved for others, from first years to older students, some of whom were going on close to twenty years of age. Some of the instructors had arrived and taken their seats as well, the warrior and elementalist’s from the earlier at the town gates was there, she was still dressed in her regal red robes, the warrior however had changed from his training clothing into something more eating friendly. The monk from earlier had also arrived, he was garbed in a sleeveless priest uniform. Several other’s sat around the main table, elementalist’s, ranger’s, warrior’s, monk’s and mesmer’s were the easily spot-able ones.

At once the hall grew quiet, the angelic woman entered the hall shortly after the non-important looking man from earlier, they took their seats at the head of their table, and he stood to make a speech.

“Greetings to all present, another year is here for us and we have new guests staying with us.” He indicated with a wave, the new students clumped together in the hall. “Most of you will notice that there are still a few of the older students still here, they have decided to stay on for more training then usual, and may soon join in as tutors and instructors.” A cheer went up at this from some of the older students who could recognize whom he was talking about.
“To the new comers, enjoy today as rest, for your tasks and training starts tomorrow. You will all gather in the courtyard at dawn to be assigned to your groups.” He then sat down. The beautiful woman next to him stood and clapped her hands twice loudly.

All at once the room was ablaze in movement, the side doors had burst open and students looking only slightly older then the current new comers brought forth food of all kinds, in the next few minutes the huge tables was covered in everything imaginable, chicken, meat, bread, potato’s, tomatoes, the list goes on and on, in short order these students also joined the table.

Once everyone was seated the woman raised her drink, as did everyone else to join in.

“To the Honor of Kyndale!”

----

The meal was over. Senior students left the hall while the same students who brought the food out returned the empty plates and cutlery to the kitchens; the only people remaining were the instructors and the new students.

The head master of the academy stood again and drew everyone’s attention to himself.
“So comes the time for you to start your training here, tomorrow you will be arranged into groups where you will be assigned duty’s, your core training will not begin until you are deemed ready, every seventh day will be a free day, and any time you can muster after your duties are done will be considered free, here you can self study, or enlist the help of another older student if they agree to teach you. Remember your duties are your top priority.”

The woman that acts as his right hand stands, “The rest of today will be classed as free time, explore, mingle and get comfortable, make sure to get a good nights sleep as tomorrow will be a long day for you.” At this, the instructors slowly left the hall.

----

Zela had been talking to the small girl during lunch; her name was Mara – of the Acoma clan, she’d had heard of these, they were a group of wild elementalist’s that live up in some mountains somewhere, she did remember that some of the older members of the clan had strong connections to certain elements, and adding in the wild nature of the magic that they used, could be extremely powerful; or extremely deadly – to any in range, including themselves.

After they had sat down, their conversation had quickly turned to magic, while Zela had been taught of the many different kinds of magic, of its flowing nature, Mara had been taught only a single way of magic, of tapping the wild energies all around, this intrigued Zela as she had not heard of that way of magic before, but what with the small girl happily topic jumping, looking at the ceiling and not being able to stay on focus for more then two sentences, it was hard to learn anything of value.

Some of the other students had decided to look around the monastery, and Zela was going to follow in their footsteps - after she found what which room she was staying in.
“You could stay in my room with meee, there’s enough space, weee could get another bed put in and weee could have fun, oooooooohhh it would be soooooo great!! We could have looaads of fun, and we could practice magic together, you could show me what you know and and and oooohh it would be really really exciting!” Mara had squeaked, Zela quickly changed the subject - wanting to keep her mental health intact; the thought of staying in the same room as the tiny girl for some years was enough to give her a mental breakdown.

Zela managed to catch up with Miss Surane before she got back to the infirmary, after enquiring about a room to stay in she was told to go to the general office, and given directions to get there, it wasn’t long before she got there with Mara in tow.

She was recognized at once, she was quickly given a key and directions to a room, it appeared that a room was picked out for her while she was unconscious, she was informed that she would be sharing a room with another student.

----

Dawn and Gonzo explored, they had already gone around half of the academy, its huge halls providing adequate chances for new student’s to get lost in, and lost they had gotten, until they found another group of wandering student’s and decided to follow them until they found their way.

So far they had found three giant halls, numerous classrooms - some purely for reading and being taught, while others large enough to have enough space for practical classes, a gigantic library, with books that lined the room from top to bottom on the two floors it spanned, there were other courtyards situated behind the academy, some with archery targets lined up on the far wall, others with patterns drawn onto the floor, some of these courtyards were full of burnt spots and other such effects, they both saw the results first hand as a group of student elementalist’s practiced spells against targets at the far end, these ones seemed to be designed to withstand magic damage.

At the back of the academy after crossing the rear courtyard there was a small building, upon further inspection they found that it was a bathhouse! The mountain close by had natural hot springs that had been tapped into, and the bathhouse had been built around it, the huge pool had been split in two to provide a split for the different sexes, but it was also apparent that this could be moved to make one huge pool to share.

They left and headed back towards the academy, there was only a small part they had not yet explored.

----

Zela entered the room with Mara right behind her, their eyes both widened in shock at the huge room before them, and not just a single room, it was split up into four rooms, a large central living room, with a comfortable array of various sized sofa’s – given the seal of approval from both girls after being flumped on.

Connected to the living room were two bedrooms and a washroom, one bedroom looked like the sheets had been scuffed and moved around, Zela guessed that the other student had already been here, she entered the other bedroom to find Mara bouncing on the giant bed.

“Woooo this is sooo cool, your sooooo lucky you got such a nice room! And this bed!” She stopped bouncing and dived on the bed, “Its soooo soft and comfortable, much better then the bed I got!” her voice still squeaking along, “oh oh look at all these books as well.” She jumped up and bounced off the bed towards the bookcases that lined the room.

Zela had to admit, the rooms were amazing, after a brief look at the bookcase’s she noticed there were a lot she could use to self-study, the sofa’s providing a comfortable place to read, and with the room surrounded in glow orb’s and a control point for them on the wall, the light could be turned up or down depending on when they were needed, for now the light bombarding the room from the huge window’s gave more then enough light to see and read by, the view from the window over looked the courtyard, and beyond that the town, she made out the route that they took earlier that day during the race, she could spot the marketplace and Mirabell’s house.

“Ooooohhhhh we gotta find loads of friends and then bring them all here, we could have this hhhuuuuuuuuuggggiiiieeee party here! You got so much space, we could all stay up and then play games, do some magic and er.. we could talk and er.. and party heeee!” Mara had strolled into the main room and walked over to Zela, “oh, did you also check out the wardrobe?? Some of them dresses are sooooooo gorgeous,”
“Oh really?” Zela replied, she had forgot to check out the wardrobe and proceeded to do so now, Mara followed her into the bedroom and dived on the bed,
“Hey your right! There are quite a few nice outfits here. Give me a minute I’m going to change out of this top.”
“ooo-kay,” came the reply, the tiny girl happily situated on the soft bed, leaning on her elbows swishing her legs in the air.

Zela picked out another blue top to go with the skirt, this one also left her stomach bare, but wasn’t so low cut; it had straps that went over her shoulders but otherwise left them bare, the small girl didn’t look like she was going to leave the room, so Zela turned her back to her and continued to change clothes, after she was done the pair decided to explore the academy a bit.

They headed back towards the central part of the academy, where the general office is located and heard shouting coming from inside, it seemed there was an argument going on,
“-don’t care what you say, where is she!”
“If you would jus-“ she was cut off
“Tell me where she is, I saw what happened at the gate, and she’s not at the infirmary so where is she” the voice was getting angrier.
Zela and Mara took one look at each other, and then entered the general office, they were spotted immediately, and Zela was quickly caught in a bear hug off the angry woman.

“Oh my god Zela are you ok?” Mirabell asked, still in the bear hug “I saw what happened at the courtyard gates, I found out that it was you and I came running as soon as I heard! You’re not hurt are you? How are you feeling? You must have been terrified, what happened? Where did all that wind come from?”
Zela finally managed to break the bear hug and was left gasping for breath; Mara had started edging towards the door at the last words said.

“Yes I’m fine,” Zela started “I’m not sure what happened really, I remember flying towards the academy, and then waking up in bed in the infirmary afterwards.”
“Allow me to fill you in then.” The three turned to see the monk from the balcony earlier, Zela also recognized him as the monk that saved her earlier that day.

The monk retold the tale. That wild surging magic had merged with a simple air spell, which caused the wind, a older student had caught Mara, but no one was left to stop Zela, she survived from his own Mark of Protection spell, and from a new student monk that had started.

“Anyway,” Mirabell started, “If there’s no objections, I’d like Zela to stay with me, I have space in my home for her.” Mara was the next to speak
“ooooohhh but her rooms soo, nice she’s got-aahhhh“ a glare from Mirabell silenced the girl, and she quickly hid behind Zela,
“You know the rule’s Mirabell, we try to keep all the new students together at the academy.”
“oh hush Theodore, you know there will be no problem with it.”
Zela joined in the conversation, “Sorry Mirabell,” all eye’s turned to her, “I don’t want to receive any special treatment from the rest of the students.”

Faced with this, Mirabell had no choice but to give up the idea of having a housemate,
“Ok then, but I want you to get given free range access to town, your welcome anytime, remember that, is that ok with you Theodore?” The monk sighed,
“Very well Mirabell, I will arrange for Zela, – and company, to have access to the town during free time.”
“Thank you Theodore, well, now that that’s settled, I’m needed at the market, so I shall see you all later.” And with that, Mirabell left.

Zela and Mara spend the rest of the day exploring the academy, and then the rest of their time in the library looking for interesting books, by the time Zela got back to her room, her room mate was already in their bedroom, with the door closed.

----

Dawn returned to her room, her and Gonzo had finished exploring and it was beginning to get late. She wanted to have an early night and her roommate was not yet in, she put the lock on the door and changed into a cream nightgown that was located in the wardrobe, she hung her priest robes up and brushed them off.

Trying to figure out how to use the strange glowing orbs, a simple tap turned it off; Dawn turned all but the one next to her bed off, unlocked the door and climbed into bed after a brief prayer, she fell asleep after some meditating…

----

Dawn awoke, it was dark, very dark, and she felt cold; a shiver went down her spine, and she realized that she no longer had the bed covers over her, her senses suddenly kicked in, alerting her of someone’s presence looming over her in the dark, a outline could be seen above her, and the faint sound of breathing to accompany it. She went to sit up, her hand going out for the orb nearest her bed, but her wrist was grabbed before she reached the orb. She struggled against the hold but she couldn’t shake it off, her eyes; now fully accustomed to the dark saw Jake standing above her.

“What are you doing!” she half spoke, half shouted, as she tried to shake his grasp off again,
“Aww and you looked so cute laying there sleeping there like that, just like an angel, why did you have to wake up?”
Dawn tried to push him away with her other hand; but he caught that as well, using his standing advantage, he shoved her back onto the bed.
“Release me this instant!” she commanded, trying and failing again to shake him off, he lowered his face towards hers, “But we’re room mate’s, start as we mean to go on and all that,” he said, his face looming closer, “and you can’t stop me can you, noo the gods wont love you if you hurhgg-“ he was cut short as Dawn’s knee embedded itself in his rib, his grip loosened and she used that to flick her hand over to touch the orb, its light brightening the room at once, using her other hand she pushed Jake away from her, and quickly flipped herself to her feet.

Jake backed off, he stood there guarding the door; he was holding his rib where Dawn had hit him.
“I’m leaving. Move out of my way.” Dawn’s voice was even, anger not getting the better of her,
“Where you going to go baby, you should just stay here, the night is young.”
Dawn knew the time for talking was over; she prepared herself to get past him.

She feinted a rush for the door, stopping and attempting to jump back when he made his move, it worked, she got within distance and he dived for her, not even attempting a simple swipe, he had attempted to tackle her completely and bring her to the floor, Dawn was not ready for that and didn’t get out of the way fast enough, while his hands missed flesh, one of them grasped a handful of her nightgown at the top, ripping some of it off at the neck down to her waist; exposing her shoulder, arm and part of her chest, he fell to the floor as Dawn rushed past him, using his back as a stepping stone, preventing him from grabbing her leg, she made it to the door, swung it open and sprinted out into the cold dark hallway, her arms holding the remains of her nightgown up; and covering herself at the same time, tears forming in her eyes as her legs took her away, with only the sound of her bare feet on the cold stone to acknowledge her passing.

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 05

2007-01-29T12:44:35Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 5 – Prime Real Estate</big>'''

Rose entered her room; she got lucky, very lucky. It was more of a mini apartment, two bedrooms, washroom and a central living room, she looked around, it was suitably furbished, apart from them book cases, they stood out of place in the main room and bedrooms, I mean, who would want to read that many books, either way she laid claim to one of the bedrooms – with its luxurious double bed, fluffy pillows and temptingly soft mattress.

Her room was in the east wing of the academy, she had no idea if the other rooms nearby were as nice as hers; neither did she care, she was informed that she may have to share the room with another student sooner or later, not that Rose minded, there was ample room to hole herself up in her own room with privacy if needed, she checked the lock on the bedroom door, satisfied that he could be strong enough not to get kicked in easily, she returned to the main room.

She gazed inside wardrobe in her room, it had few uniforms and dresses for each gender, noticing from the mirror that her own dress was ripped, she looked for something to change into, refusing on the basis that there was nothing suitable for her, she checked in the other students wardrobe, there she found a black skirt that she was willing to wear, by tucking up the ripped fabric of her dress, she would use the new skirt to cover the ripped parts and at least be partially presentable – until her belongings arrive.

She was part way looking at the row of books for anything that sounded interesting or familiar, she found one of the book cases full of books about history and about the land she lived in, the next case contained books about the professions that are currently all the range, these she guessed were what was taught at the academy, she herself couldn’t really see herself being a warrior, nor infact anything of any real heroic value, she wanted to learn enough to keep her going, not thinking ahead for being a hero or anything of the sort.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock of the apartment door, the student from earlier was collecting students to show them the way to the dining hall, Rose fell in with the rest of the students and followed to the dining hall.

----

Dawn entered her room, shortly followed by another male student, the room was small, barely furnished, it contained two single beds at opposite sides of the room, with only a small walk in wardrobe; more like a changing room – without a door, the boy was the first to speak.

“Well looks like we’re sharing rooms, I’m Jake.” He said, while eyeing Dawn up and down, a snide grin upon his shifty face, “Dawn.” She replied bluntly; feeling uncomfortable having the boy there, the thought of having him sleeping in the same room as herself sent shivers down her spine, infact, the way he was looking at her made her cringe.

Dawn remembered what the older student had said, he asked everyone to change into more comfortable clothes – since some of the students came fully dressed in uniforms or other proper presentable items, they should change into something more fitting.

Dawn looked in the wardrobe; she noticed the boy had sat on one of the beds, out of view of the changing block. There was only a cream robe suitable for her to wear, being of priestess status this limited the type of clothing that she was permitted to wear, while some priests and monks are allowed to wear skimpy clothing, or even none at all; if they are tattoo coated, Dawn’s abbey frowned upon such actions.

Dawn was just deciding if she should change or not, her priestess robe that she wore was still in a good condition, just needing a dust off, when she noticed a shadow moving on the wall behind her, she turned and waited, giving her robe a tussle.

It was a few seconds later, Jake’s head popped around the corner, as if trying to see something he was not meant to, his gaze was met by a stern look from Dawn; as she stood there fully upright, arms crossed, looking down at him as if he got caught stealing candy, he quickly disappeared from view with a “Uh oh.”.

Dawn wasted no time in exiting the room, she quickly found the older student who had lead them to their rooms and confronted him about the problem,
“Hello there; I’ve been put in room C12, but it appears another boy has as well.”
“Yes.” He replied, “Room C12 has space for two people sharing, the boy in question is to be your room mate.” Stating the obvious as a matter of fact.
“Well I’m sorry but I just cannot share with that boy.”
“And why exactly would that be miss?”
“Because he is a disgusting sick boy, who needs to learn some discipline.”
“Need. I. Remind. You. Miss, that sexism is NOT accepted in the academy, you would do well to learn this.” At this, he turned and walked off, completely cutting off any other attempts to resolve the problem.

Dawn remained calm, at the abbey she was taught that anger helped nobody, she pondered the situation, there was nothing she could currently do, she would need to seek out someone with more authority that could deal with the problem at hand, surely someone could do something about it.

She waited in the hallway for the other students to finish changing, and joined in with the crowd heading to the dining hall.

----

Gonzo entered his room, it was medium sized, suitable for a single person, a lock on the door made it secure if needed.

He counted the furniture in the room; a queen-sized bed; rather large wardrobe; chest of drawers, bedside cabinet, and a trunk at the end of the bed. He quickly riffled through and found a change of clothes to replace his partially tattered peasant clothes, a pair of brown trousers and a pale red tunic done the job, suitable that he was presentable, and richly dressed from what he was used to, he left the room and followed the gathered students to the dining room.

----

Zela awoke with a start; she sat up from her lying position, knocking over a bowl that was laid on her chest; but quickly returned to it as her head swam, the bowl smashing on the floor next to her causing her to grown at the noise.

A woman came in to see what the noise was, noticing that Zela was awake she moved around the bed,
“How are you feeling my dear?” she asked, brushing a strand of red hair out of Zela’s face, her voice was soft and soothing, caring and gentle, yet there was a hint something else hidden at the back there somewhere.
“Urgh.” She grumbled, “My heads pounding and I feel disgusting.”
“Yes you will do, after that nasty accident you had, your lucky to be alive you know. Your head will clear soon, but you may ache for a few days, I’ll be sure to let the instructors know to go easy on you, just hope you don’t have Bennett for your first few classes.”
“Yeah, my heads beginning to clear, but my body aches still.”
“Well of course it will; what did you think; that the second you get inside a walled structure that all your aches, pains and injuries disappear? Well whatever next, being able to change location at will to wherever you’ve been before?” she walked off sighing at the youth of today.

Zela sat up; she noticed that she was wearing nothing but an overly large shirt, she looked around trying to find her red dress, but only managed to find the remains of it sitting on the cupboard next to the bed, she wouldn’t be wearing that again in a hurry. Wondering what she could wear she spotted a blue shoulder less halter top and blue skirt on the chair to her side, rather skimpy for her tastes but it was better then a giant white medical shirt.

She tested her weight on her feet and found she could stand, abet painfully, she dressed herself and pushed her hair behind her, she didn’t have anything to hold it back like she usually would, she glanced at herself in the full length mirror that was located a short way down the corridor, she was still rather pale, but she didn’t look too bad in the skimpy outfit, infact she thought to herself; when she got older she might infact fill it out quite nicely….

Zela proceeded to the front of the infirmary, the woman was scribbling rapidly on a piece of parchment, but stopped and gave Zela her full attention when’ she approached.
“I’m surprised you’re up and about already, I didn’t expect you to move until sometime this evening.”
“Well, I have a pretty quick recover time, nothing can keep me down for long.” Zela said, a smile crossing her lips, “oh, by the way, I’m Zela Argala, Nice to meet you.. ?” she questioned the woman.
“Miss Surane, I look after the infirmary here, and occasionally take classes if necessary, although my arts focus on what monks can’t heal.”
“Well that sounds..” Zela trails off, as she catches the scent of something on the air, her stomach recognizing the smell before her brain does and proceeds to let out a loud gurgle, Zela stood there, her cheeks turning red, embarrassed at what happened and miss Surane bursts out laughing, shortly joined by Zela.

After their laughter subsided, “Ok then,” she calls to the girl, “Lets go get some lunch, they should be ready for us in the dining hall about now.” As they both head off to the dining hall.

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Dawn’s group was one of the first to arrive in the dining hall, she had seen halls before, but not one like this, glowing orbs on either side of hall were dotted along the wall, providing light, but were not painful to look at.

Four rows of tables were setup for students to sit at, it appeared that while they tried to keep students to their own age group, there was no set rule that was enforced, such that anyone could sit with anyone else, the floor that the tables were on were solid stone, old but sturdy, she guessed that the hall could also be used for other activities if the tables were moved to a different location, the huge solid oak double doors at the far end leading outside to the courtyard only enforced that idea.

Dawn looked around, where the orbs were glowing; they seemed to fit with the murals painted on the ceiling of the hall while others painted stories to the minds eye, bright clouds swirled past forming shapes of different shapes and sizes, often they would take the form of a temple of some kind, yet disperse before the details could clear; or figures would form, humanoid in shape yet with wings, these angels would fly around in the puffy clouds before joining with them to make yet another shape.

She tore her gaze away from the flowing mural’s, the rest of her group were stunned as her, she marched onwards and took a seat at the far end of the hall, it seemed for the first meal, all of the new comers would sit together closest to where the instructors would sit.

Students strolled in gradually, each group was stuck by the awesome image of the dining hall, and each holding up the ones behind as they slowly entered and took seats, a familiar figure strolled into the dining hall, he didn’t take too much notice of the sights of the dining hall, perhaps he had seen it before, he spotted Dawn, shortened the gap and took a seat opposite Dawn.

“Hey there,” Gonzo started,
“Hello,” Dawn was happy to have someone she knew to speak to.
“How are you finding the hall? Its really great isn’t it,”
“Yes, it is, so many things to look at, seems like everyone is having the same feeling.”
“I’ve seen it before, I’ve came here a few times while helping out my foster mother.”
“ahh, that’s why you didn’t seem too bothered when you entered.”
“Yes, that’s right, I also know my way around too, which room are you staying in?”
“C12.”
“Isn’t that a shared room?”
”Yes it is, a rather small one as well.”
“So who are you staying with?”

It was at this moment that Jake made his entrance, planting his arm on Dawn’s shoulder and crouching down keeping his arm along her shoulder,
“Hi there, I’m Jake, Dawn here’s room mate. And you are?” the greeting was said in a confrontational possessive manner, Gonzo replied with only a mean glare; after seeing the uncomfortable look on Dawn’s face.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to lay your hands upon me.” Dawn stated, she shock her shoulder forcing him to remove his arm or risk losing his balance, he chose the former, standing; he gave a brief nod of the head and walked away, not before causing Dawn’s stomach to turn with the words “I’ll see you later in our room then darling.” And with a wink he was gone.

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When Rose’s group arrived at the dining hall, it was already half full, a buzz of conversation was in the air, she looked around for a seat, there was enough space left, she spotted a corner seat and made her way towards it, on the left most table she sat on the corner closest to back of the hall, she looked around, recognising some of the noble boys that survived the brutal race, and also noticing the three boys that tripped her earlier, she kept looking around the huge hall, even at her own noble estate they didn’t have a hall this big, the glow orbs placed around were a nice touch, she’d had them at home, all it took was a touch to turn them on and off, though she didn’t know how they worked, she remember that you have to turn them off every so often or they break.

It was the ceiling that grasped her attention the most, clouds of swirling darkness of different shades forming patterns but disappearing before she could actually make out what it was, it seemed like some kind of game, but yet it would change again just as she thought she had worked it out, some of the images resembled ghosts and ghouls, tattered remains and strange creatures.

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Zela arrived at the dining hall just as the last students was sitting, none of the instructors had yet arrived, she assumed they was to be last to arrive to make a nice entrance, the hall itself was huge, glow orbs stuck to the walls around the room provided the light required, she guessed that these were the manual charge variety, and sure if she was to look closer she would find the energy stream that they used. She glanced at the ceiling, she saw swirling images of reds yellows and blues, forming images of dragons and humanoids, she paid no more attention to it after that, knowing it was enchanted to reflect upon the viewers current attitude and mood; affected only by their imagination.

She spotted some space part way down the middle table and started towards it, but then realised it was a mistake, she should of sat at one of the edges, maybe next to that girl dressed all in black at the edge of the room; she looked like she needed a bit of cheering up, there was also space next to a foreign looking girl with the long red hair on the right side of the room, people also seemed to shy away from the very pale white girl with black hair on the left, she looked quite ill really.

Zela was about half way to her target seat when suddenly someone stood up towards the far side of the room, they was on the small side, wearing a pink frilly short skirt and top, they began walking towards her, slowly at first then building up speed – followed by volume.

“eeeeeeeeeeee” the small girl squeaked as she got closer, running at full speed, in short order she reached Zela and took her into a running embrace, knocking them both to the floor,
“ohmygoshareyouokimsosorryididntmeantoareyouhurthowareyoufeeling-“ the small girl gushed as much as she could, until her lungs cried for air and forced her to stop speaking, she was laying upon Zela’s chest, her icy blue eyes looking upwards towards Zela’s face, tears forming in her eyes as her lower lip started trembling.

Zela brushed the tears away from the girl’s eyes and sat up into a seating position, this was going to take a while…

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 04

2007-01-29T12:42:53Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 4 – Pole Position</big>'''

The boy was nice, since he rolled his rock over conversation was slow to start up, it took a lot for him to break the ice, but soon conversation started up.

His name was Gonzo Salvato, his parents had died when he was young, so he was orphaned at Kyndale keep, it is his dream to become a warrior strong enough to protect those who needed it, and he had been training - working towards that dream.

Since he lived in the keep, he knew of what was to come, but wouldn’t tell Dawn any of it.

By the time life stories had been told, it was getting on, there were around fifty to sixty students in the courtyard, just over a quarter of the number here earlier, a few was still stumbling in, collapsing just inside the courtyard, and being moved out of the way by the gate guards, but soon they started getting ready to close the gate, it was nearly time, and Dawn expected the bell to ring any moment to signal the end of the race.

Dawn stood up, something had caught her eye near the courtyard gates, she wasn’t sure what it was but the wind had picked up, it blew her robes against her body and her hair into her face.

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Zela screamed, she was being thrown though the air at a unnatural speed, twisting and turning, she had no control over what was happening, and she was getting dizzy, she had tried to give some stability to herself with her own magic, but not having the use of her arms hindered the use of her magic, she didn’t dare release the rocks she held, knowing that doing so would cause her, or the tiny girl somewhere ahead of her to fail.

It was almost too late, they were rapidly approaching the academy at high speeds, she released the rocks she held, knowing that if she was to die then wouldn’t need them where she would go, but instead of dropping to the street cobbles, the wind simply took them as well.

Zela concentrated; trying to push the dizzying effect from her mind, unable to completely remove it as she was swung around in the violent winds, she looked forward, the courtyard gates and wall rapidly approaching.

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Rose looked around, the wind had picked up, the remains of her dress blowing in the wind, it seemed like it was coming from the courtyard gates, two people had exited the academy and ran across the yard, one a warrior from his brawn, and one a elementalist from her flowing red regal robes, using the warrior in front as a wind breaker.

They reached the gates and the woman left no time in beginning to chant a spell, the warrior standing in front shielding her from the wind and the threat of being blown away.

He suddenly dropped down into a stance, pulling his sword from its sheath, Rose had no idea which stance it was, but she knew that whatever it was, it was coming.

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Dawn sensed trouble; she broke into a run towards the courtyard gates, followed in short order by Gonzo, she got half way across the courtyard when the wind grew too strong to run against, and she soon slowed to a walk, the wind threatening to pull her hair from her head and the robes from her body. Gonzo wasn’t far from the same condition, his peasant clothes almost ripping under the stress, they both saw the warrior in front drop into a stance and draw his sword.

“Get down!” Gonzo yelled, jumping on, and pushing Dawn to the ground; covering her with his own body defensively, “That’s the ‘Deflect Arrow’s’ Stance!”

Dawn watched in awe as the warrior moved at lighting speeds hitting two incoming objects out of the way of his own body and that of the elementalist behind him with his sword, They were rocks, as Dawn saw them roll past where she laid on the floor.

“DISPELL!” the woman cried out, her voice carrying over the academy courtyard and beyond, it was a cry of desperation, of hoping that it would work, Dawn knew that chanted spell’s would always be more powerful then a hastily cast spell and she only hoped it was enough.

The wind stopped in its tracks, suddenly everything became still, apart from the two bigger objects approaching in the air at rapid speeds; accompanied by the sound of screaming…

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The scene that followed was one of mayhem, of madness, and for the two flying girls, one of pain.

What happened next could not be completely explained from one person’s single point of view.

The warrior had ran and jumped, attempting to catch the girl in front before she hit the floor, of course trying to stop a fast moving object while being stationary does not work well, the warrior caught the girl and was taken along for the ride, he held her in a protective embrace and put himself in harms way, they crashed into the floor spinning and rolling, slipping and sliding as the warrior held the girl away from the impact zone, he himself taking the brunt of the impact as they crashed into the wall at the far side of the courtyard.

The second incoming girl was not as lucky; there was no one to catch her to soften the impact.

The elementalist dived out of the way to avoid getting hit as the girl flew by, hitting the floor at a nasty angle with an audible -Crack-, bouncing back into the air to continue onwards with her journey towards the courtyard wall.

“Mark Of Protection!” A voice bellowed from a academy balcony, strong and powerful, the words carried around the courtyard, as a glowing white light engulfed the girl in the air, just before she crashed into the floor again; and back up for a round three.

The third time the girl landed was the last time; the next place she hit was the courtyard wall with a loud -Crunch- and a -Thud- as she fell to the floor; leaving cracks and chips in the wall, dust and dirt covered the courtyard creating a cloud which obscured vision.

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Zela vomited, her mind was switched off and her body was moving on impulse; at the moment it needed emptying, and that’s exactly what it done, after that it painfully allowed her mind to return.

She was dizzy, dazed and disorientated, she didn’t know if she was alive, dead or somewhere inbetween, maybe she was dreaming, she didn’t know, nor care, she vomited again, clearing out the remains of her breakfast. She tried to sit-up and failed, a shooting pain down her leg causing her to scream in pain and agony; finally causing her to lose consciousness.

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Dawn ran over to the area, trying to assist in anyway possible, she had no idea which girl to attend to first, and noticed that the first lying with the warrior was unconscious. She heard the sound of retching from the second, as she got closer she heard a scream of agony and then silence.

She approached the girl and pulled her away from the pool of vomit close by, the back of her red dress was mostly in tatters, as was the currently covered front, the short term enchantment cast upon her earlier had saved her life, but it had not saved her from the brunt of the damage, her leg was twisted at a impossible angle, completely broken, as was her arm.

“Someone bring a blanket!” Dawn yells out to everyone within hearing distance, not looking to see if anyone listened, she claps her hands together and keeps them together while silently wording her spell.

“Healing Touch!” and with a light tap upon the girls back, she is engulfed in glowing energies, healing the cuts she received, as the glow dies down, a shirt is laid across her back, much bigger then the girl it hangs down on both side, Dawn looks up to see whose shirt it was, Gonzo stood above her, shirtless. She returns her attention to the girl in front of her, moving her arm and leg into places that more resemble the human form, “Cure Condition” she casts, fixing her broken arm, fixing the bones in her leg, the nerves and muscles was beyond her power, it would need someone more powerful then herself to solve them problems.

Dawn looked over to the warrior and the short girl he caught in mid air, there was already a monk in training standing next to them wearing old and partially tattered robes, her long red hair hanging down just under her shoulders, her skin a golden tanned colour, and her face slanted as a foreigner – a rather tall one. Seems like the small girl was not very badly hurt and a simple spell healed any injuries she did sustain, the warrior was also standing; towering above both girls, he quickly started walking towards herself.

A young boy, barely older then herself came running out of the academy holding a blanket, he wasted no time in throwing it over the girl in the tattered clothes, who was promptly picked up by the warrior and carried into the academy, Dawn stood and started to follow but was promptly stopped by the young boy.

”Miss Surane will attend to this girl now, you still have to wait here, you have still not completed the entrance inauguration yet.” And with that he turned and left with the warrior holding the blanket wrapped girl.

Glad that her job was done, she returned to her rock and sat back down; Gonzo was already waiting for her.

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Rose was in shock, she didn’t know to laugh or cry, giggle or cringe, after what happened in front of her. Seeing a human bounce along and crash into a wall; as a football would with kids kicking it, yet she didn’t move from her spot, instead she dragged herself back to her own dark brooding thoughts.

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The woman from earlier stepped out onto the podium, stunning as ever, her beauty captivating her audience, she spoke, her voice sounding much like a angels would; reaching the entire courtyard with little effort.

“Congratulations to all those present, you have all been accepted into Kyndale Keep.” Cheers went up at this, but were shortly silenced by the woman.
“Shortly we will decide where each of you are staying, engraved upon your rock’s is a number, when your number is called you will come up here, take a ticket from Semige here;” gesturing to a small boy that had appeared at her side carrying a small sack,
“And then depending on the letter and number upon it; you will be shown to your room’s.” In a singsong voice she added: “oh, and lets hurry this up shall we? Lunch is soon to be served in the dining hall, and I’m sure you don’t want to miss that.” She finished with a smile, able to melt hearts and turn even the greatest of warriors into a gibbering idiot, before excusing herself and disappearing inside the keep.

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Dawn watched as numbers were called; and students strolled up the steps, many times a number was called yet no student ventured forwards, she looked at the number on her rock again, her turn loomed ever closer, and soon it was upon her.

“43!” yelled the man at the top of the stairs, Dawn stood and made her way to the top of the stairs, the sack held out in front of her; she thrust her hand in and fished out a screwed up piece of parchment; the boy held out his hand as if waiting for something, but Dawn unscrewed the paper and read the contents aloud.

“C12.” She stated, the boy not caring that she could read; just pointed her in the direction of an older student and an already gathering group.

There she waited until everyone had been called, once everyone had his or her room number to hand, they was lead away to the rooms that they would call their own, for the next seven years if they was lucky.

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 03

2007-01-29T12:40:37Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 3 – The End in Sight</big>'''

“Oh yes right away.” he bumbled “here you are.” handing Zela a small rock – just small enough to hold in one hand, it had an engraved number on it.

“23?” Zela asked out loud to the man.
“Yesyes don’t just stand there, get a move on or you wont make it.” The man said making shooing motions.

The girl took the hint and was soon on her away again. With the strange rock in hand and a sense of urgency she invoked her spell again and sped off down the street.

In short order she began overtaking other students and actually started to thank any god would cared to listen that she was one of the last.

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“I have to WHAT?!” Rose screeched at the poor man sitting at the desk, the sound of her voice alone attempting to blow the man away.
“I said,” repeated the bored man, how many times did he have to do this already today? Couldn’t these stupid kids just do as their told? “That you have to take one of them rocks over there, and take it with you for the rest of the race.”
“But how am I meant to run while carrying that?” Rose complained, looking at the rock, it was about the size of a melon, and it weighted quite a lot more.
“That’s for you to figure out, you’re wasting your time arguing with me.”

Rose hated to admit it, but he was right, she strolled over to the rock and nudged it with her foot to test the weight – damn that was heavy, for her at least. She bent over and picked the rock up, it really was heavy but she didn’t have any trouble finding a place for her hands, seems like there was some indents or something underneath, holding the rock to her chest she started on what was looking to be a long run back to the courtyard.

Rose was beginning to get strained when she started overtaking other students, it didn’t take her long to figure out that she was lucky she wasn’t near the front…

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Dawn approached the gate, a huge crowd had already gathered, and the huge man from the start stood waiting, standing by a massive boulder, he seemed bored and was waiting for something.

There were many other older students around, it looked like they was supervisors for the race, they was trying –and failing to keep the crowd calm, Dawn was going to wait for some time, but one of these older students approached her.

“What’s happening here?” Dawn enquired, anxious to be away to finish the race.
“Seems some of the contenders don’t like the next part of the race, but either way you have to take, hmmmm” he looks around, spots a rather large rock and starts walking towards it.
“This is the item you need to take with you.” As he pats the rock, Dawn looked first at the man, then at the rock, and back at the man again. He showed no hint of joking.

The rock was kind of round-ish, about twice to nearly three times bigger then a pumpkin

Dawn sighed, and then walked wordlessly next to the rock, she pushed the rock to test its weight, it was heavy, but not heavy enough; she crouched down next to it gathering her strength.
“I’m really sorry you know, it wasn’t my idea, I just get told which rock to give to the next person who comes along” he trails off “I think its really mean really! I mean how is a girl like you meant t-“ he stops talking, mouth dropped open in shock as Dawn lifts the huge rock.

“Sorry what were you saying?” Dawn asked innocently, barely being able to see over the rock in her hands.
“aaaaahhhhh-hhhh-oooo.” The man tries to speak, but fails.
“I’m sorry” Dawn says to the man, “I’m going to go now, thank you for your help.” With that Dawn turns, and starts into a jog to the huge man.

At seeing such a small girl pickup the rock, without complain and start towards him, the huge man leading the race picks up the huge boulder next to him and hefts it above his head, his muscles being pulled taunt through his skin.

“Look you group of worthless maggots!” he yells, catching everyone’s attention.
“Look at you all whining like dogs! Look at her” he motions at Dawn.
“She’s much smaller then the lot of you, but she’s only just got here and she’s ready to go!” He starts bench-pressing the boulder above his head as a sign of strength. “Now the rest of you get your damn rocks and MOVE IT!” with that, he turns, runs off down the road holding the huge boulder above his head and let off a cry that echoed around the street.

Only two others was ready to go with him, one was a thuggish brute of a girl who looked older then the other competitors, she was angry, very angry in fact, short of wanting to kill, she had a look someone who wouldn’t shed a thought of killing anyone, she had a larger rock then the others, bordering on boulder size, but she was also big enough to carry it.

The other was a boy, he was well built but short, kind of stocky, he had a mean look about him, but a look in his eyes that said otherwise, he had a rounder boulder, smaller then the girls but still bigger then Dawns rock, he was dressed in a pair of peasants shorts, his shirt hanging from his belt, sweat glistened from his torso after all the running so far, his skin a tanned golden colour.

The large girl took off first, holding the boulder in front of her, the boy seemed to have trouble getting his hands around his boulder, it stuck out too far and he couldn’t seem to get his grip; concerned but unable to really help, Dawn trotted off down the street following the gladiator in front.

It was a few minutes later when she could hear yelling behind her, “oove” it was saying? Dawn couldn’t hear too well over a loud noise behind her. Suddenly she felt it, her spiritual senses screamed at her to move, she were in danger where she currently stood; she dived to the side of the street, rock and all, and just in time as well.

The boulder rolled past, and behind it the boy following, Dawn had to admit it was a good idea. The boy was rolling the boulder down the street; the loud noise was as the boulder hit one of its less rounded sides and bouncing out of control and quickly approaching the gladiator in front, it was heading straight for him!

The boy tried to slow down the boulder as it rolled but it was too late, it was picking up speed and heading straight for the gladiator, he stopped running and turned to face the runaway boulder, not even bothering to drop the boulder he was carrying, he lowered himself into a stance, as the boulder approached he let off a tremendous howl.

“NONE SHALL PASS!” he bellowed, the runaway boulder stopped dead in its tracks, as if it had hit an invisible wall; the boy caught up with it just as Dawn did the same.

“What. Are. You. Playing. At.” The gladiator yelled at the boy, “You’re meant to pick up the rock. Carry it to the end. And put it down again, its not hard!” he said condescendingly.

A grin kept across the boy’s face, Dawn cringed, that could only mean one thing; he intended to argue.

“Well.” Began the boy, “We were told to race around, and at the gates we’d be given a item to return with, Ole Berty didn’t say we had to carry it, only that we had to return with it.” He finished with a smug grin.

“But.. Well..” he was tongue tied, the gladiator didn’t know what to say, but then he seemed to think of something and a smile crept across his face.
“Ha! You look like the kind that wants to be a warrior, yet you cant even pickup a rock like that!” his smile let both Dawn and the boy know that he thought himself victorious and he was about to turn around unless the boys retort hit him.
“Actually, I was thinking of learning how to do that nifty dance the mesmer’s do, and since carrying a rock has nothing to do with dancing, why should I carry it?”

That was it, the gladiator was stumped; he turned and continued the race while the boy rolled his boulder along. Dawn continued to carry hers, as it was too small to roll along.

It wasn’t long afterwards that they arrived back at the courtyard; Dawn took up place near the podium, she put her rock on the floor and used it as a seat, the boy had stopped to talk to a guard.

He soon came rolling his boulder along and sat down next to Dawn, the gladiator was nowhere to be seen.

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Rose was tired, no, in-fact she was absolutely shattered, the rock was very heavy for her, she had trouble keeping her grip on the rock, her hands were sweaty, and she was hot, very hot infact as she only just now noticed the clear blue sky and the sun shining down on her.

Rose had already passed by numerous other hopeful students, their rocks of various shapes and sizes littered across the street, many of whom who had rocks too big for them to carry for any serious length of time, many sat panting on the sidewalks gasping for breathe, trying to summon up the strength to finish, Rose soon joined them.

She collapsed at the side of the road, letting the remaining contents of the canteen drip into her mouth – for the third time, her strength was fading, she could hardly stand, her hands worn and painful, her back aching. This was it she thought, she looked around; there was also many other students in various conditions close by, they too had pushed themselves too far, and was now paying for it in sweat, blood and in some extreme cases – tears.

Rose started to drift off, her vision blurring.

She saw a group of boys who had formed a ring around a small girl in a cute white dress, her hair well kept with a pearl headband, she was wearing a pearl necklace and bracelets. The girl was extremely cute; looking like a little angel, her black hair giving contrast to the pure white clothes, but the boys had not surrounded her for that fact, no. Rose remembered this scene, it was the day that started all this off….

That day she had gotten beaten to a inch of her life, her jewellery was stolen from her, the dress ripped, she laid beaten and broken on the floor when she was found by one of the tutors. She had argued her case, that they had robbed and beaten her, but there was political intrigue going on, and it was arranged for an older trusted student to claim that she had insulted and started fights with some of the boys. It was said that she got what she deserved…

And she was punished for something not of her doing; she was kicked out of the tutorage and sent to a private school, her friends had left her, and the worse part: her parents did not believe her and punished her.

That was the day she knew that she was well and truly alone, she could not count on anyone else, that was the day she refused to wear anything but black and a grim look.

Rose opened her eyes with a start, her strength had suddenly returned and she stood proud and strong, she picked her rock up off the floor and vowed to finish the race at all costs.

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When Rose entered the courtyard it was filled with around fifty students already, most scattered around, sitting or lying on the floor, she walked over to a part of the wall that was unused and sat against it, she had done it, the first hurdle was over.

She will complete the course, she will learn how to defend herself, she will return to reclaim what is rightfully hers, and she WILL have her revenge.

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Zela sped past others on the street, she noticed the different sizes of rocks and in some cases, huge boulders, she got many a strange look as she ran past, some even noticing that she had a tiny rock compared to theirs, they wondered why her rock was so small, but none had the strength to stand or give chase save for one.

He had saw her coming down the road, spotted the size of the rock she carried and put himself in the middle of the street, Zela didn’t believe she would be able to get past without problems, and she slowed herself as she approached.

”I don’t know how you got such a small rock, but give it to me. Now.” the boy stated, he was in a crouched stance already, fairly burly. He was ready to dive and tackle the girl if she tried to pass him.

Zela waited, she knew she didn’t have time for this, but she also didn’t really want to get hurt, all it would take is one twisted ankle or a banged knee and that would be it.

“You know, even if I did give you this rock, you wouldn’t reach the courtyard in time anyway, I mean look at you; you’re completely exhausted.” Zela hoped he was the diplomatic type.
“I would, I have enough time, give me the rock now.” Was the reply, Zela sighed, she didn’t want to do this the hard way.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you, get out of my way.” She snapped, rapidly scouring her brain the spell she wanted.
“Haha, as if, a little girl like you? Hurt me? Don’t make me laugh.” The boy laughed, Zela began to gather her magical energies.

“Just give me the rock and I wont have to-“ he was cut off mid sentence as a rock the size of a coconut landed on the back of his head, he collapsed to the floor with a thud.

“Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh take that” the small girl behind the boy squeaked. “Don’t you dare pick on us girls, we’ll show you whose boss!” she squeaked more, while jumping up and down on the spot, “We will! And then we’ll.. er,.. well we’ll” she mumbled off, forgotten or not even knowing what she was going to say.

Zela laughed, the sight of this small almost tiny girl, her bright spiky blonde hair, piercing ice blue eyes and squeaky voice had pushed her over the edge, she released the gathered energy and relaxed herself, she wouldn’t have any trouble getting past this midget in her purple pinkie armless top and short skirt.

“oooooooohhh” the girl squeaked some more, pulling Zela out of her laughter, “I just hate big bullies hmph” the girl crossed her arms over her chest, causing another bout of giggles from Zela.

“Thanks for that.” Zela said as she got herself back under control “I really didn’t want to hurt him.”
“well that’s noooo prob-lem-o.” she said, her high pitched cheery voice prolonging each word. “But, what was you going to do to him?” she asked questionably.
“Quickly lets go.” Zela said, as she started running towards the small girl, “We’re not going to make it if we stand around here chatting.” Avoiding the question completely.
“Ohh noo, I forgot about that!” she squeaked, picking up her rock and chasing Zela down the street.

The town gates were in sight, but also so were the guards who were preparing to close the gates!
“Quickly!!” Yelled Zela, “We’re not going to make it at this rate!” The tiny girl had managed to keep up rather well; she was fast for her tiny size.
“Oh I know; I’ll help! Here hold this for me.” The smaller girl says, tossing the rock to Zela, and pulling a wand out from somewhere.
“Where the hell did you get that?” Zela asks after she finished securing the other rock under her arm like a rugby ball, it was like she pulled it from thin air, or out of… somewhere, the tiny girl only replied by sticking her tongue out.

“Oooook, heeeeerrrreeee we gooooo!” she says, swishing her wand around her, was the end broken or was it just supposed to be bent like that… she began chanting loudly.
“Wind of wonder;
Wind of Wisdom;
Take us forward on post haste;
Lift us onwards on your wake!” and with a round circular swing she brought her wand around behind her and then pointed forwards, towards the academy.

Zela’s heart sank, she was stunned, she had no idea anyone used chants like that anymore, and not one as poor as that; wild magical energies surging everywhere. But it seemed to do something as the wind started blowing her onwards, softly at first, but gathering strength rapidly, soon Zela felt more like she was getting pushed along, and was fighting to retain her balance.

She didn’t need her balance much longer however.

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Zela heard a scream from behind her, she didn’t have to turn around to see what it was, and she didn’t have to guess that it was from the tiny girl behind her, the poor girl flew past her three seconds later as the wind had picked her up and was hurling her towards the academy at a very high speed, Zela soon joined her as she felt her feet leave the ground as the wind also picked her up and carried her forwards as well.

Faster and faster they flew, hurdling towards the academy at insane speeds, Zela struggled to keep her eyes open, the speed forcing her to close her eyes, she realised that they was going to crash into the academy at the rate they was going, but from the shrieking of the tiny girl in front, she was in no condition to stop it!
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User:Devil

2007-01-29T11:18:20Z

Devil:

Chronicles of the Blackblade 02

2007-01-29T11:12:40Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 2 – The Race</big>'''

“Yes! A race” he repeated as if he could sense the gathered students unspoken question. “You will see that older students of Kyndale have setup a course leading around the town, at the town gates you will be given a item to bring back with you. You have one hour.” The man turned to leave but then fought better of it “Oh, I forgot to mention; this is a race and rewards will be given – as well as appropriate punishment for those who are late, if you cant finish within the hour, don’t come” with that, he swiftly turned and entered the academy, flanked by the man and woman either side of him.

Zela waited. There was no need to rush; she could make the complete circuit in 30 minutes at a continuous jog, she also didn’t want to have to fight with huge mob competing to be first, there was a lot of well build girls and boys there; there was also all of the noble kids wanting to prove themselves, she’d overtake them soon enough, as long as she wasn’t last she wouldn’t have to worry, and it was such a nice day for a simple jog as well….

The courtyard bell rang again; this signalled the start of the race, the courtyard gates swung open and a single huge figure was standing there; he beckoned, turned, and sprinted off down the street at a roaring pace, slowly the courtyard emptied and Zela decided it was time to start, she leapt from the carriage and took off at a gentle trot; outside of the gates and a left turn, she followed the crowd; she didn’t get far as she was roughly grabbed and pulled into a back ally.

She was thrown to the floor painfully, twisting her ankle as she tried to keep her balance and failing, two rather large men stood blocking the way, one grinning like mad, the second with a more serious look on his face, it was hard to make out the details with the sun behind them.
“Why hello there princess.” the first chuckled “that’s such a nice dress you have on.”
“Look just give us the gold and you can go on your way.” The second said in a much more threatening and sinister manner.

“But I don’t-“ began Zela, but she was cut off mid sentence. The first man has taken the two steps over to her, picked her up using the front of her dress and slammed her into the nearby wall. Zela moaned in pain as the breath was knocked out of her lungs and she gasped for air. “Don’t play games with me *Girl* we saw you and the old man at the gate.” The first man was getting angry, the second looked kind of nervous. Zela started to choke out “I told you I don-“ she got rammed against the wall again in response. The air retreating from her lungs again, this time with added blood as she coughed and spluttered. “Give. Us. The. Gold. NOW!” the man growled.

“Maybe she doesn’t have it anymore.” the second man suggested, now worried that they had gone too far. “Shut Up.” Was the reply snorted from the first man, “We’re going to have to find it ourselves” as he began patting the girl down trying to feel for anything of value; she tried to scream but could not bring sound to her voice, she tried to gather some magical energy but was too disorientated to do so; she could not do anything to stop herself from getting groped and tears began to stream down her face.

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“Yes! A race” he repeated; then continued, “You will see that older students of Kyndale have setup a course leading around the town, at the town gates you will be given a item to bring back with you. You have one hour.” The man attempted to leave, but then remembered something else “Oh, I forgot to mention; this is a race and rewards will be given – as well as appropriate punishment for those who are late, if you cant finish within the hour, don’t come” that said the three returned to the academy.

Dawn took off at once; she had been stood at the courtyard gates, and was one of the first out. She didn’t want to be part of the crowd but didn’t have a choice.
When the gates first opened a single huge man was standing there, he was a beast of a man standing at least 8 foot tall, he was wearing strategically placed green armour, she had seen the like before – Gladiators it was called, he beckoned wordlessly and turned and sprinted off down the street with a cry that encouraged others nearby to charge after him.

Dawn kept to the edge of the circuit; with her robes hindering her top speed she soon lost sight of the giant man but could tell where to go from the other students running along, she was used to this kind of task and had no trouble keeping up behind the other boys who was exhausting themselves trying to be first. What appeared to be a general run around town soon turned sour, she was soon caught up by the group that she had left earlier, they seemed to be breathing heavily, she knew they wouldn’t last, but that didn’t stop them from continuing from where they left off, Dawn picked up the pace and soon left them behind as they started gasping for breathe and began to slow down.

It was when she reached the town gates that she realized the real reason for the test.

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“Yes! A race” he repeated as if he could sense Rose’s hesitation. “You will see that older students of Kyndale have setup a course leading around the town, at the town gates you will be given a item to bring back with you. You have one hour.” The man turned to leave and after a suitable pause for effect continued “Oh, I forgot to mention; this is a race and rewards will be given – as well as appropriate punishment for those who are late, if you cant finish within the hour, don’t come.” Happy that his speech was finished he left with his lackeys.

Rose was on the far side of the courtyard, and she waited for the crowd to move off, she had no idea how long the circuit was, and she didn’t like the idea of having to run around the town, but it didn’t look like there was anyone to complain to, she was used to stuffy room’s with teachers and mentors babbling on, not running around town racing around like kids.

She had barely been running for ten minutes when she began to get fatigued; yet she continued onwards; she knew this would push her to the limit, yet it had to be done, her black dress made it hard for her to run, she had tried holding it up but that didn’t help, finally having enough she took part of her dress in both hands and ripped the bottom part off just below the knees – she’d have to change when she got back to the academy, such a waste of a dress.

Soon thought Rose ran into problems she had rounded a corner in the track and came face to face with three boys, they was dressed in peasants garb and stood waiting, Rose soon found that it was her they was waiting for – as she tried to run past them she was tripped and fell into the cold hard pavement; scratching her hands, covering her arms in soon to be bruises and cutting her knee as she landed on it heavily, she rolled along and tried to regain a standing stance but her leg let her down and left her kneeling.

Looking up the 3 boys approached grinning madly, they had to be her age, possibly included in this race, but why were they waiting for her? She soon found out.
“weel loookee wat weee foud.” the first chuckled
“ah thnk its ah lil lost rich gurl, wheees your mummar n pappa.” the third burst out laughing.
“Awww theers no one to healp little old youh.” the second spoke as if talking to a baby.
Rose tried to rise to her feet but was let down by her protesting leg again; this was only met by laughter from the three boys.

Until they was cut short, a solid –Thunk- in the wooden house next to them and a feathered end sticking out informed them that the whiz they felt 3 inches from their faces was indeed from a arrow, standing atop the building opposite the street was an archer; his bow pointed towards the three boys, another arrow already noosed ready to shoot.

“You three” he yelled, “Remove yourselves from my sight this instant - before I turn you into pin cushions” he smiled evilly; the last words tainted with spoken intentions, at this he released the arrow, this time it hit the floor in-between the third boy’s feet with a crunch; and stayed there – indented on the stone floor. The boys left no time in escaping down the street.

Rose managed to stand as the archer jumped from the building and ran over to her side, she had blood running down her leg from where she fell, if she was in any pain, she didn’t show it, instead her anger and seething at what happened caused her to forget the pain, she turned and attempted to continue with the race, but was stopped by the archer.

“And where exactly do you think YOUR going.” It wasn’t a question – it was a demand.
“Well I’m going to finish this stupid race of course.” Rose stated flatly, her anger showing.
“You won’t finish like that, you can hardly walk with that leg.” The archer reply calmly
“Well what else do you want me to do!” Rose snapped, directing her anger at the larger man.
He bursts out laughing and starts patting Rose on the head “That’s no way to speak to your savoir you know.” While holding her face close to his and looking into her eyes; Rose shakes herself loose and he backs off laughing more. “Here, drink this” he say’s while throwing a canteen at the girl. “It will make you feel better, it’s fresh from a healing spring in Bellasee Forest.”

Rose looked at the water inside the canteen before taking a huge gulp of the warm water contained within; warm water that didn’t taste too good being stuck in a canteen for however long it was, she looked up to complain but the man was no where in sight, it were like he disappeared; she had to admit, she was feeling better immediately, she threw the canteen strap over her head and started on the race again, now fully aware that she was behind.

She arrived at the town gates in short order and as she was told what would happen now her smile faded as panic attempted to take over….

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“Release that woman IMMIDIATLY” the voice yelled from the street, the two men looked over, and though blurry eyes Zela did so as well, she could make out the forum or a largish man, she recognized the clothes but wouldn’t quite place them.
“Don’t just stand there, get him!” the first man barked his orders at the smaller thug. Nervously he stepped towards the man drawing his sword as he went, he broke into a run towards the unknown man.

It was over in a second the thug swung his sword at the man; which he parried easily with his left hand, pushing the sword off to one side leaving the thug off balance and being carried forward while leaving his chest wide open, it was all that was needed as the man brought his right hand down, and with a open palm full of white energy; forced it into the thugs chest.

“Holy Strike!” he yelled as the thug was sent flying behind him, landing in a heap and not moving anymore. The thug holding Zela threw her to one side and drew his own sword as she landed on the floor in a heap, she sat up in time to see the thug strike the man with a violent attack designed to sever arteries across his torso.

The thug screamed in pain and then collapsed, the man in robes stepped over the thug’s body and approached Zela, she finally recognized him as the bald monk from the balcony earlier, his robes now slashed but with no damage done to his chest.

“Are you hurt my dear?” he asked, his voice full of kindness without a hint of pain in it.
Zela mumbled incoherently while sobbing quietly to herself, she had never experienced something so rotten, so foul and so evil in all her life. She had never felt fear like that before, it was even worse then the fear of death. The monk took the girl in his arms, giving her a shoulder to cry on while he chanted his spell. “Blessed Light” he whispered to himself as healing energies burst forth and covered the girl, completely curing the girls ankle and all of her bruises.

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Zela recovered quickly; after the kind words and a shoulder to cry on, once her mind regained control of her body it wasn’t long before she realized that nothing actually happened, it had been around ten seconds from when he started searching for a gold pouch she did not have on her person anymore, to until she was saved, but them ten seconds was like ten minutes to her.

Zela was helped to her feet by the monk, he’d offered to take her back the academy to deal with this matter properly, but Zela declined, she had a race to finish; and quickly took off down the street – she would really have to push herself to get this done, she hoped the punishment would not be too harsh, and with that thought in mind she quickly chanted the words of her spell.

“Windborne Speed!” she whispered to herself as her feet began to be pushed along with an unseen force; she didn’t want to have to use her basic magic she knew, she wanted to learn like all the rest, but it appeared that she had no choice.

As she approached the town gates she allowed the magic to dissipate.

In front of her stood a table with a bored looking man sitting at it, at first he didn’t notice as Zela approached, he seemed to be in his own dream world and a gentle poke got his attention.
“Whauwhenwhuuiwasntdoinganything” he jumbled out while falling off his seat backwards to a loud crash; this act alone caused Zela to lose her grim look and to laugh again.
“What do you want?” he asked, surprised that anyone was even talking to him.
“Well, I’m in the race as we were meant to stop here to get something?” Zela said questionably.
“What?!” he said finally returning to his seating position at the table. “Your very late you know, you might not even be able to finish, what took you so long?”
“Well I kind of ran into some problems…” Zela trailed off “Look, I’m already late can I have whatever it is I need to take with me?”

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 01

2007-01-29T11:10:28Z

Devil:

'''<big>Chapter 1 – The Beginning</big>'''

Four years earlier.

Rosanna Bloodrose entered Kyndale Keep with her mother – Amanda Bloodrose, her father - Vincent Bloodrose and full complement of guards. Born to a noble family she had lead a sheltered life thus far; being waited on hand and foot by servants of various levels she never had to do any real work and this had affected her. She had a snobby attitude and demanded attention when she wanted it, this had grew to such a large problem that even after several different types of unsuccessful discipline, her parents had no other choice to turn to; they had decided to enrol her in Kyndale’s school for young adventurers; as they knew that here, people of noble birth had no extra rights, she would not have anyone to wait on her, would soon get put in her place and shown the way the world works.

Rose was quite tall for her age, she was very close to catching her mother in size and could already tower over the midgets of Tyria, her short black hair held in place with a silver plated red hair band, her noble black dress covering her from neck to foot complete with silver jewellery around her neck – her noble status displayed openly.

Rose was escorted into the courtyard; they had entered the town and proceeded straight past the merchants quarter into the academy full, she was left with the other hopeful students while her parents went to see the master of the academy.

She looked around, the view that assaulted her eyes could not of been dreamt; around two hundred children of all shapes and sizes was amassed in the area; some big, some too small to even see, male, female. White, black or in-between, hairs of all shapes, sizes and colours, some dressed as poorly peasants while other in flowing robes or noble outfits.

As Rose looked around, she recognised a few of the other students, sons of other noble families, “good” she mumbled to herself, “they will have to do in this hellhole.” She knew why she was here; she promised herself that she would not break, she would show mother and father who was boss; she would return to them and take over as head of the family. Unbeknownst to her, she had already been singled out by three other students…..

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Zelana Adrienne Lillian Argala – or as she preferred Zela; was born to a family of elementalist’s, she had been brought up knowing that she would join them someday and had been given training before being sent to Kyndale keep, she had a quick mind and open personality, she enjoyed relaxing and having fun; her kind family rubbed off on her, as such she was always happy. She was a small to medium sized girl, with shoulder length bright red hair; she was lithe but not extremely thin, not strong - but not weak either, her face was kind of cute and inviting but not necessarily beautiful, it was a good base to build on as she matured.

Zela knew what was in store for her when she arrived at Kyndale Keep – and she was well prepared for it, while not being the biggest or strongest in her family; her dexterity and speed kept her active when she wasn’t trapped inside listening to old fogies chatter about magic.

Her arrival at the keep a day earlier was close to the most spectacular – if they would have had a audience, but instead they made their entrance low brow – as much as can be said for flying in riding a pair of air elementals!

Her mentor, teacher, babysitter and guardian Markus; escorted her out of Bellasee forest where they landed; and into the keep, Zela was given a small pouch of gold to keep her going as everything else was provided, she was left alone at the gates as Markus returned home.

“Exploration time” she grinned; this is going to be fun; she took off at a brisk trot towards the merchants quarter, her short yellow dress flapping in the afternoon wind.

The merchant quarter was really just a main road leading up to the academy from the main town gate, in the middle of it a huge open area where markets could be held. Zela was disappointed, there was no market, not many shops open, and hardly anyone walking about, “I guess its to be expected.” She spoke out loud to no one in particular, not expecting anyone to hear or care she was surprised when she got a reply from behind her.

“Well that’s to be expected my dear” the women intoned in a sing-song voice “you should know that by now if …” her eyes lit up as she realized she didn’t recognize Zela “well-I-never, I-don’t-remember-seeing-you-around, you-must-be-a-new-student.” She gushed at the chance of dealing with a new student.

Mirabell had been very kind to her, after finding Zela in the open market square she had offered to show her around the town, invite her for supper, and offer her a bed to stay in for the night ready for the entrance day tomorrow, as it were Mirabell runs the kitchen in the academy. She is a young middle aged woman, bright, chirpy and happy, due to her living alone she was glad to have company, the pair mixed well and soon laughter could be heard as they walked around the town. After supper Zela decided to explore the town some more, Mirabell offered to accompany her but she declined the offer stating that she will return later to the offer of a warm bed and hot chocolate. Mirabell warned her not to stay out too late as it was beginning to get dark. Zela’s few points of interest was the academy itself, during her tour she only got as close as the academy gates, this time she intended to see more.

Unfortunately when she arrived, the gates was closed and guarded, and the walls was a bit too high to climb on, even the closest tree she could find to the wall was still too far to reach it, she climbed the tree anyway to get a better view of the courtyard; this was where she would have to go tomorrow morning, she was about to try her luck with a bit of air magic but heard voices and hid midst the leaves.

Three boys came walking from around the corner not 5 metres away; they seemed to be in the middle of an argument. “Yeeaaaahh so wen we gona dou it?” the first boy said, “Great.” grumbled Zela to herself quietly “country boys never did learn how to speak properly.” “sooon as we kaan” replied the second “new seezon starts tamuuurroowww.” “weee sould git up early then” slured the third, his accent even worse then the other two, “pleenny ah nuw kids gitta be teahhed whs booss.” The other two boys laughed, they was just about to carry on with their conversation when the tree that Zela was hiding in decided that it didn’t like being climbed on, and released a loud creaking sound. “Wha was thaa” declared the first boy, looking around wildly towards the tree “ah dunnu” the third replied trying but failing to see much in the now darkening evening. “Tey sey that da tree is haaunted” the second says out loud, at that the other two looked at him with wild expressions – the tree decided that it really wanted to be left alone and gave another loud creak, together with a snap as one of the branches that Zela was standing on gave way; not enough for her to lose her grip and remain hidden. But that was it for the boys; who ran off screaming down the road, not wanting to get caught Zela quickly slid down the tree and took off at a sprint towards Mirabell’s house, not noticing the shadow in the nearby alley

“Good lord what have you been up to Zela!” bellowed Mirabell after she had opened the door; looking the girl up and down, her yellow dress was covered in dirt from the tree and ripped in a few places when the branch snapped. “Well I-“ she began – too late; she was pulled in; and quicker then she could blink, found herself naked and in the bath. The night ended quickly for Zela, after her bath she was given her hot chocolate and sent straight to bed, Mirabell refused any kind of payment and a stern look and shush stopped any other conversation of the sort.

Zela awoke before dawn; the sun straining to get past the horizon and birds waking up greeted her. On a chair besides the bed was a neatly folded bright red dress complete with red hair band and beaded necklace, it was slightly less swirly then her own dress but it looked just her size – it fit her, wonderfully, she would have to thank Mirabell sometime.

Mirabell woke with the ringing of the town’s bells, also to the wonderful smell of a cooked breakfast, upon entering the kitchen she was greeted by a freshly cooked hot breakfast complemented with freshly chopped fruits waiting for her, and a neatly written note from Zela thanking her for her hospitality, “Well that girl is just full of surprises” she spoke out loud, surprised that not every child of that age can actually write – and not as well as that either!

Zela arrived at the academy courtyard shortly after hearing the bell’s ringing, there was already new students waiting, and she took up a post on the edge of the courtyard, sitting atop a carriage eating an apple she had brought earlier with a cheerful smile and a “good morning.” She had a good view over the whole courtyard, and was on the lookout for anything interesting; this also meant that everyone else also had a clear view to her, and she wasn’t hard to spot in her red dress.

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Dawn disembarked from the carriage, fully dressed in her long flowing priestess robes, her long brown hair blowing in the early morning breeze; carefully using her hand, she removed the odd strands of hair that had blow into her cute face, her bright brown eyes sparkling in the early sunlight.

She stood there admiring the view of the academy, its huge spire’s spiralling up into the blue sky, its stained glass windows sparkling in the light, this was to be her home for the next six years.

Dawn had been abandoned in Celesthem Abbey at birth. The priests there took her in and raised her, she was taught about discipline, about the gods, and the role of a priest; and as she aged, she began being included in some of the rituals.

The priests foresaw her strong connection to Dwayna and had began to teach her the healing arts handed down within their temple, with a kindness unmatched by any she was the embodiment of all that was pure and good; this same trait that made her so nice to be around, also was biggest weakness; it also didn’t help that she was extremely shy and quiet.

Dawn looked around, students was spread out in the courtyard, not knowing where she herself should stay, she looked around until her eyes locked onto a group of children also dressed in long robes, she carefully made her way around the courtyard without interfering nor touching anyone else.

Upon reaching these children she discovered they was not friendly priests, totally the opposite in-fact; snotty nosed noble’s sons at which quickly became aggressive towards her, at this open display of aggression she stationed herself close to the courtyard gate guards until otherwise needed.

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A single huge ring on the town bell signalled the start of the entrance inauguration, the courtyard grew quiet as all eyes faced the entrance to the academy; three figures exited the doors and walked to the podium overlooking the courtyard.

The man on the left – a monk by his robes, stood proud and strong, his head held high, but with a look of kindness and compassion on it, completely bald and clean shaven, his muscular body bulging out at select points on his robes, he looked more the physical kind of monk, these were rare; they either are insanely strong being protected by their god, or they lived extremely short lives.

The woman on the right, dressed in stunning evening gown, her brown hair - held back by a emerald tiara, complemented the emerald green gown; if it was any lower cut, it would be something you would wear in a bedroom – something that wouldn’t even matter for activities contained within said bedroom. Her face was finely sculpted; something that even dreams would have trouble picturing, and if not for the aura of silence that was commanded by the middle man, wolf whistles would have been heard for miles.

The man in the middle, his aura radiated outwards, flooding anyone who got in its way. He demanded respect; he was one to command, one who is wise beyond his years, for the moment he commanded silence, and that is what he got.

He was dressed in a simple uniform, nothing stood out, and he seemed plain to the standard eye; none of the students in the courtyard could tell that he was anyone of importance, and their eyes would have been locked onto the woman on his right if not for the intense pressure that he emitted.

“Welcome to Kyndale Keep” he said, without yelling – yet the whole courtyard could hear his voice loud and clearly. “Most of you know the reason why you are here, and if you don’t you will soon learn. But for now the day is getting on, and there is a lot to be done. Your first task as proud students of Kyndale keep is …” he stops and rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm a race.” Whispers could be heard around the courtyard at this, a race? What for? What ever could that prove?

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Chronicles of the Blackblade 00

2007-01-29T11:07:53Z

Devil:

'''<big>Prologue</big>'''

.. *DONG* …….. *DONG* The town bells announced the arrival of a brand new day; the weather being nice and sunny, with only a few lazy clouds to coat the otherwise pale blue. But today wasn’t just any day, oh no - today was special; it marked the end of four years of gruelling training. It heralded a decision that would affect each and every one of the students differently; today was the time of choosing.

Now I call Kyndale Keep a town, but its more like a cross between a fort and a school, children born here, orphaned at a young age or sent here by their families are given a year in which to prove that they were worthy of staying on for more training. Often this initial year, or even the first week is enough to cut the numbers down drastically as they realize that the life of an adventurer or hero is not for them. Nobles often sent their boys here to learn about tactics and war strategies, but generally it wouldn’t last.

The town is split up into several parts, as per most towns of this age, you have the merchants quarter, peasants row, the main keep, the academy itself and the housing estates, all surrounded by walls to keep the town safe. While Kyndale Keep is a focal point for adventurers in training, the population is not large, where everyone knows the important members of staff within the first week, Kyndale Keep is a peaceful place where one could life a good, honest life.

The town was built at the base of Culdail Hill and has expanded. It is beginning to gradually develop up the hill; while not much work has been done on actually excavating into it as no resources of any use were found within. To the east is a river that ran north-south around the base of the hill’s east side, this was tapped into and kept the surrounding farmland rich and fertile, to the west laid Bellasee Forest, and due south are the rolling plains of Alaspar Flats.

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Rose awoke to a earthquake, the bed was shaking violently and she quickly sat up – only to the greeting of a pillow in her face that sent her back into a lying position.

“Ow” she moaned, only to have laughter in reply from the shorter girl as she jumped from the bed and out of striking distance.

Rose laid in her bedroom; she was one of the luckier students, while children from a noble family have no extra privileges compared to others. When the rooms were picked she ended up in a rather large room that she shared with - Smack! - again a pillow was in her face.

“What the hell was that for!” she bellowed at the smaller girl, while simultaneously diving out of bed in just her nighties and equipping her own pillow to return the favour.

Rose sized up her foe – she was smaller then herself, but was also fully clothed in her student’s uniform; she had to admit, she …. Wait…uniform?

“The Ceremony!” she gasped, quickly turning and running to the large wardrobe to change into her uniform.

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Category:Chronicles of the Blackblade

2007-01-29T11:01:30Z

Devil:

Chronicles of the Blackblade, a guild story created by [[user:Devil|Devil]].

Category:DotB Members

2007-01-29T10:56:37Z

Devil:

==Guild Leader==
* [[Calliara Blackheart]] / [[Orpheus Soulhelm]] / [[Katalina Soulhelm]]
==Guild Officers==
* [[Darth Necrimus]]
* [[Doli Capax]] / [[Deus Ix Darkhaven]]
* [[Gonzo Salvato]]
* [[Griphyne Of Nor]]
* [[Katalia Silverblade]]
* [[WITCHIE]] / [[Wise Witch]]
==Guild Members==
* [[Aimee Shotz]]
* [[Archangel Ro]]
* [[Arriar Reaver]]
* [[Artemis Entirer]]
* [[Cursed Baltimore]]
* [[Daisy The Amazing]]
* [[Dante Leonates]]
* [[Death Lord Redeemer]]
* [[Delta Korpsvart]]
* [[Djenghis Kahn]]
* [[Dolly Mix]]
* [[Dragons Klaw]]
* [[Drinjino Everglade]]
* [[El Dutchie]]
* [[Eled Gladestalker]]
* [[Elisabeth I]]
* [[Erik Nemik]]
* [[Flavio Crematoris]]
* [[Full Metal Raziel]]
* [[Hiita Flame Charmer]]
* [[Hypnotic Baby]]
* [[Ingrid Slay]]
* [[Ir Es Mats]]
* [[Kain Fernos]]
* [[Khalidus The Wise]]
* [[King Symeon]]
* [[Kratos Moonsilver]]
* [[Krios Aeras]]
* [[Lilac Tallon]]
* [[Llihn Ud]]
* [[Devil|Lord Devil]]
* [[Lord Hoopsters]]
* [[Lufia Of Probot]]
* [[Mingle The Monk]]
* [[Molstrid Voyist]]
* [[Monky Nl]]
* [[Red Dragonblood]]
* [[Sacha Raintree]]
* [[Seff Nox]]
* [[Selene Of Darkblood]]
* [[Shadea Nor Eth]]
* [[Sir Brumby]]
* [[Sir Cartledge]]
* [[Siouxie Nightshade]]
* [[Talan Imass]]
* [[Toomin Alkir]]
* [[Twiguru Darksurge]]
* [[Vrigdikov Sepala]]
* [[Wilhelm Ironguard]]
* [[Wlhc Bloodforblood]]
* [[Xa Netias]]
* [[Zeyal Melso]]

Category:DotB Members

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Devil:

==Guild Leader==
* [[Calliara Blackheart]] / [[Orpheus Soulhelm]] / [[Katalina Soulhelm]]
==Guild Officers==
* [[Darth Necrimus]]
* [[Doli Capax]] / [[Deus Ix Darkhaven]]
* [[Gonzo Salvato]]
* [[Griphyne Of Nor]]
* [[Katalia Silverblade]]
* [[WITCHIE]] / [[Wise Witch]]
==Guild Members==
* [[Aimee Shotz]]
* [[Archangel Ro]]
* [[Arriar Reaver]]
* [[Artemis Entirer]]
* [[Cursed Baltimore]]
* [[Daisy The Amazing]]
* [[Dante Leonates]]
* [[Death Lord Redeemer]]
* [[Delta Korpsvart]]
* [[Devil]]
* [[Djenghis Kahn]]
* [[Dolly Mix]]
* [[Dragons Klaw]]
* [[Drinjino Everglade]]
* [[El Dutchie]]
* [[Eled Gladestalker]]
* [[Elisabeth I]]
* [[Erik Nemik]]
* [[Flavio Crematoris]]
* [[Full Metal Raziel]]
* [[Hiita Flame Charmer]]
* [[Hypnotic Baby]]
* [[Ingrid Slay]]
* [[Ir Es Mats]]
* [[Kain Fernos]]
* [[Khalidus The Wise]]
* [[King Symeon]]
* [[Kratos Moonsilver]]
* [[Krios Aeras]]
* [[Lilac Tallon]]
* [[Llihn Ud]]
* [[Lord Hoopsters]]
* [[Lufia Of Probot]]
* [[Mingle The Monk]]
* [[Molstrid Voyist]]
* [[Monky Nl]]
* [[Red Dragonblood]]
* [[Sacha Raintree]]
* [[Seff Nox]]
* [[Selene Of Darkblood]]
* [[Shadea Nor Eth]]
* [[Sir Brumby]]
* [[Sir Cartledge]]
* [[Siouxie Nightshade]]
* [[Talan Imass]]
* [[Toomin Alkir]]
* [[Twiguru Darksurge]]
* [[Vrigdikov Sepala]]
* [[Wilhelm Ironguard]]
* [[Wlhc Bloodforblood]]
* [[Xa Netias]]
* [[Zeyal Melso]]