The story always begins with someone or something, the central object of a story, of a tale. Fortunately, this story is conducted by several key players, not only one. The authors are plentiful and creative, leaving the thinking unrestrained and vivid. The perception is from many different angles, not just one or two. The participants enact their imaginations to attempt to create an infrastructure of extreme craftsmanship. A molded piece of is what this story shall become, and it shall be unveiled before the eyes of the readers with such precise accuracy and consistency that it would awe the ablest of roleplayers.

This story takes place on the planet of Minase, after a massive war confined to magic and weaponry, the two main ideologies of such a population. The theology is that of powerful gods that protect the strong, the able-minded, but not the weak. The weak are left to suffer, to rot, and are forever deployed to such lives of bare existence. The riches of the planet do not reach the poverty-stricken, and therefore, they are replaced by the strong: survival of the fittest.

However, this piece of the story is simply about a colony, if that attempts to serve it justice. This establishment is much too small to be named a city, but it would seem that a colony would be bigger than a town, and a bit more bustling, placed on the roads of continuous bounty and trade. Merchants left and right come to visit this colony, this colony by the name of Chreen. This formation of structures serving the purpose of consumers serves as a place for many hirelings, a stage for the drowning swindling of merchants, and the ever-wandering vagabonds of the age.

The earlier days of this colony were plagued by attacks from an evil foundation learned of a bit her in our story. Even though it had been a year afterward, Chreen still showed signs of fatigue, from the slow reconstruction process of buildings to the ongoing pursuit of advances in agriculture to further fertilize the soil bombarded by magic and catapulted objects of several different sizes. Chreen continued to maneuver their finest hands, whether in magic, or in work, to bring about the reformation of a grand and wondrous place.

Cobblestone roads stretched all along the length of Chreen, however, some pathways, such as those of the bazaar and walkways to residencies, were still dirt. The population was restricted to very little due to the infatuation with magic and weaponry that almost anyone could find work, and could make a profitable living, especially now, when the colony was in its recreation phase of time.

First, the cathedral had been reconstructed using the plans formerly constructed by the extinct religious hierarchy of the land. However, this story will later show that the religious piece of the caste is still alive, through very few individuals. Next came the roads, farms, and walls that inhabited and surrounded Chreen, simply because the colony contained only two major edifices, one of which had been unharmed during the slaughter harbored by Chreen. This building, more sacred than the cathedral itself, housed the many magi of the time, the minds of the age, and even contained the barbarians of Chreen, a guild of men bent on physical dominance.

Characters will come into the story later, but the setting, obviously, is simply a beginning. Consider this the preface…

Liliac, looked down at the large city. A farely big group of people were gathered below going about their daily duties. A rather cumbersome man held his position at a nearby shop selling fruits as a young woman with two children looked at his selection.

She heard her mother call her, "Liliac, come down here. We must be leaving soon.

Sighing deeply, she replied, "I'm coming mother. Just let me change first." A drawer was opened and she pulled out a long dress. It was white and had gold enlays around the coller and the sleeves. She put this on along with a golden, silk, shawl. Her mother waited for her and she soon joined her outside.


The town was peaceful and quiet. However, trouble brewed and it was present in the air.

(Don't know if I'm doing this right but...oh well. Tell me if its wrong. I'm gonna put a profile of my character in the Tavern.)

A great distance from Chreen, across the northern plains of Minase, lies the vast city of Galdrran, shrouded in darkness, mystery, and turmoil. Rumor whispers throughout the city streats, and myths and legends emanate from within it's walls. The city itself is an untold tale... an unexplainable legend...

Legends say Galdrran, once known by the fiendish name of Vhalex'thren, was created by a demon from another plane who took the form of a man and established a realm for the dominion and enslavement of weaker minds. Rumor speaks that in the exact center of Galdrran, underneath the planet's surface, lies a portal leading into the demon's home plane from which much evil is brought forth and demonic souls are unleashed. However, many of those who immigrate to this city take these for no more than mere myth. To this city flock vile beings of every sort. Thieves, murderers, gamblers, and generally all wanted men make their home in this place.

Little is known for certain about the history of this city, but what is known is that it has been the cause of much strife throughout the world. If any man seaks to obtain power, he can easily obtain control over the comon simple minded thugs that abound here, and quickly amass a formidible army. Many tyrants and "Wargods" arose from within Galdrran and unleashed their campaigns of devastation and conquest. Galdrran, though but one city, is to this day among the greatest sources of wars, strife, hatred, and tyranny...

damian stood in the shadow of a verry large tree, he watched the people of the city bustle around going about there buisness as usual, a small breese blew his long white hair into his face, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, he steped out of the shadow and into the light, to him it felt hot in his black trench coat and pants, his sword hung at his side, protruding from the back of his coat.

he walked slowly around the fastly moveing people, he carried a dagger that he his at his side, he quickly pulled it out without no one noticeing him do it, he waited for the right moment to do it, to do what he was espetaly good at, a man walked close to him, quick as lightning damian moved his hand and sliced off the poutch at the mans side, he snached it out of the air as it was falling, he brout it close to him and diposeted it in his pocket.


he waited until he was in the shadow of a particularily big building until he looked what was in the poutch, he slowly opend the poutch, his body tenced in exitement as he opend it, but to his great dissapointment there wasent much in there just a few silver spoons a couple gold coins, but something cought his eye, barried under this usless junk was a necklass with a strange symbole on it... one that he had seen before but only once... he couldent tell were he had sceen it before but he had seen it.


he sliped the neacklass around his neack and his it in his shirt, he slowly sliped out from behind the building, and moved quickley through the city and out past some houses, a girl cought his eye as he passed, she was wereing a a white dress with gold trimming around the neack and the wrists, but just as he looked at her he scenced something...something evil, but he wasent sure from were, he stoped dead in his tracks and looked back to the people.

OoC. (I'm guessing anyone can join in this RP? If not,feel free to ignore this post)

(IC.) He walked down the street,looking left and right. "Another boring day" he said as he sighed. "When will something interesting happen around here?" Just then he heard a scream down the street,he ran as fast as he could and hoped he would make it in time to save the one who screamed. Turning the corner,he saw a mouse run by and a girl jumped on a chair."Aww,come on!" He walked away,back toward his home. "Maybe tommorrow..."

((OOC -- Finally getting around to doing this. Took way too long. Blaze, this is an open RP. Just post which clan you want to be in (One-Winged Angels [evil] or Untortured Archangels [good]) here. And try to be creative in your posts, as well as attempt to make them rather lengthy and descriptive. Also, post a link to your character biography in the thread so that we don't have to go looking for it.))

Adema walked silently through the crowded street, bumped into by "civilians" looking to enrich their lives by volunteering to help rebuild. Would Adema help to rebuild? No. He had fought the war that had destroyed this civilization. He had helped to end such petty squabble between Chreen and Galdrran. Unfortunately, it had left this city in ruin. His mind wandered, his senses bringing to life the sounds of death, the smell of smoke, and the sight of flames. Adema had been there when Galdrran attacked. He was on the front lines, but he had nothing to show for it. War was an active memory that he knew would plague his mind for all of eternity, and if that were not possible, it would haunt him in the afterlife. It was considered a burden to the beast of a man. That was why he left these people to their own now.

Long ago, he had been sent away from this beautiful and magnificent wonder because he was different, but when the draft came for the war, he was eager to sign up, eager to show his support. He had been stupid and reckless, but the war had changed that. His over-the-top attitude was now abused his quiet nature and his unseen, confident attitude that struggled to hide itself deep within the bowels of his soul. Why he had not joined sides with Galdrran was something that he had thought about for quite some time. But, he was a mercenary, and mercenaries did not fight for free. He had figured that Galdrran would not pay him. Chreen had; a little bit of money was given to him, but they had still paid him.

His wandering had led him far through the city as thoughts ravaged his mind, his sight shaking off visions of that fateful night to see a sole structure before him, towering over the city like an altar in a church. It was a sign of relief and morale for the people of Chreen, but for Adema, it was nothing more than a piece of bullshit. The mercenary sanctuary, the place that had demoralized his race, and kicked him out of Chreen. He despised the place. If it had burnt, he would have spit on its ashes.

The gray wall facing him was slightly circular, forming a low tower that connected to the opposing walls that then reached out to form a square structure. It was simply a lookout tower with a red flag at the top waving rampant in the breeze high above the desecrated city. Silence enveloped him as he found himself falling into another trance. Suddenly, however, his head jolted down, locks of brown hair swaying about his face. A small girl, seemingly no older than seven was tugging at his chainmail, causing it to clink against his armor. Slowly, he bent down, smiling softly to the little girl who seemed so eager to ask him something.

"What is it, m'lady?"

The little girl bit her bottom lip, painting a perfect picture of innocence. Here she stood amongst rock and rubble, holding a freshly-made doll in her arms. Her eyes were wide with curiousity as she began to speak. "Mister, were you in the war? Did you save us?"

Adema was taken aback by the second question, and pondered his answer whilst the girl waited patiently. Within a few seconds, his smile returned, and he answered her in a voice almost toned down to a whisper. "Yes, I fought in the war, but I didn't save Chreen. Many men are blessed with that accomplishment, but I am not."

The girl looked at him awkwardly, tilting her head as her brows furrowed. "C...c-compishent?" Adema could only smile at her attempt to verbalize a word she didn't know.

"Accomplishment; something that someone does." As Adema said this, the girl smiled and nodded, seemingly understanding.

She slowly leaned forward and whispered into Adema's ear. "I think Chreen should pay you for your compishents." With that, a bright smile came to her face and she giggled as Adema smiled back, then turned and ran off down the street, only stopping once to turn around and wave, and to yell the gentle phrase of goodbye to this lone warrior. Adema could only imagine what her parents were doing that was so important they let their child roam free to ask soldiers questions.

((OOC -- Let's get this thing going again, guys.))

Melanor floated through the streets. He had been wandering ever since his practice had been shut down during the war. He is normally a nice man, but when someone does wrong to him he holds a grudge to the end.

Melanor walks through the streets, moping in his own self pity, when he saw a mouse. Feeling rather mean, he picked up the trembling creature an hurled it toward a young girl.

"Ah that fees better" he says as he walks the other way, hearing the scream.

He walks down the street, seeing pickpockters, and druggies everywhere, Melanor decides to go to the Inn to rest.

"This is getting to be kinda boring..." All of a sudden he felt sort of cold. "Evil is on the wind" He looks around, and then up, the sun was hidden behind a huge, black, imposing cloud. "hmm, whats gonna happen? or is it just rain, again... i hope not" and he walks on.

OoC:(http://invisionfree.com/forums/AngelTide/index.php?showtopic=1466 there's my chara info)
Leo laid on his bed and looked at his ceiling,it wasn't interesting or anything,he was just bored. He gets up and leaves the house thinking he'll go for a walk.As he exits the house a gust of wind slams the door shut. "Hmm? Ah man! I left my keys in there,just great,I'm locked out" He walks down the street toward the keysmith.

As he reaches the keysmith's place he notices it's closed "Oh,that's just perfect,at least I got some money to spend the night at the inn tonight". He walks toward the inn and looks up,seeing a particularly dark sky outside. Hoping it's not gonna rain he walks into the inn."Hey innkeep,I'll take a room for the night". He pays for the room and walks up the stairs to the room.

As he goes into the room he hears a noise down the hall,like a scratching scraping kind of noise. He slams the door shut,kind of freaked out by the noise and lays down. As he lays down however the noise gets closer and he gets up after hearing the noise on his door. "Who's there!?" as he says that the noise stops and he goes to the door and opens it. Looking out he sees nothing,being kind of creeped out he lays down and tries to go to sleep.

Melanor enters the inn, and pays for a room. When the inn keeper has his back turned, he takes his money back and quickly heads off towards his room. He enters his room and before he closes his door he turns around an hears another man enter the inn.

Melanor closes the door just enough so that he could see the man head past his room. His money sack seemed very full.

He waited until the man entered his room.

Melanor slowly floats down the hall, toward the man's room. Not paying attention to it, he is scraping along the ground as he glided. When he reaches the room, he hears the man inside still awake.

Melanor hears the man head to the door, and panicking, he floats up above the door and waits.

The man exits, "Who's there!?" he says

As the man reenters his room, Melanor follows him steathily inside.

Melanor waits until the man falls asleep. After about 10 min., when the man seems to be asleep, Melanor reaches for the money sack.

*Leo's eyes shoot open,he had a nightmare,as he gets his bearings he notices a hand reaching for his money sack* HOLY JESUS!.....Hey,who are you,what are you doing in my room!?*he asks as he reaches for his sword.

He unsheaths his sword,never taking his eyes off of the man and points the sword at him*Get outta here and dont reenter unless you have my permission,GOT IT!?...*waits for the man's response*

"My name is none of your buisness" wispers Melanor
"Your money bag on the other hand, IS!"

Melanor casts a simple confuse spell on the man and reaches for the bag, grabbs it and races to the window, kicks it out and floats down to the street.

Dazed for a second, the man collects his wits, and chases after Melanor at top speed, and cuts Melanor off at the nearest street corner

OoC: Battle Start right?