--peerless42

Safen was among them -let the apocalypse begin.

[Awww damnit, please wait for me to get un-banned!]

Safen stands there, his hand clenched and shaking as he listens to the blasphemy he hears. Wearing a lone black hood his crimson red eyes about to burst out of their sockets -from annoyance. He heeds this and breathes a mellow sigh, then closes his eyes doing about face and walking away. Allowing the fool to ramble on about his supposed 'ideology' Leaves the scene and whistles for his raven -attaching a note to an old friend of his. He'd virtually disappear afterward mumbling under his breather. "Worship your false idol, pheh -those Undead Lovelies won't get far."

Damn. Good job, Native & Vaq.

Yeah, this seems like the consensus for most guilds nowadays --fight the good fight, etc. I am a bit iffy on this sure you don't want to be a follower; which is fine -but there's a lot of guilds out here that are already like this. You're going to put yourself into a lot of trouble by just accepting anyone, and everyone into your ranks. Believe me -you have no idea how hard it is to work with a substantial amount of people. However if you want some ideas of what to do and how to be unique; look at my new guild listed in my signature. The concept might actually make you think a bit before creating something new.

[Reserving this concept for whenever I am un-banned. Me and a friend just thought it up out of nowhere while discussing a similar movie.] Two murderers, on a mission from a Goddess -hold no quarter; and make the problems go away. The Kings Road Saints are two brothers [by friendship] out to make the streets a little safer. Tell us who is bothering you and we'll put a stop to it. Either by talking it out or putting your problem six feet under. We're not recruiting, so don't ask; we're dedicated problem solvers. Drop us a pigeon and we'll let you have a free quote on what it'll cost. Don't try to find us --we'll find you. Aequitas --Safen Veritas --Urasept Between the two of us we have a network that is far reaching -and have ways of discerning lies from truth. We'll be there -one way or another. We have accomplices in dark places, and helpful friends who are willing to lend a hand. For the sake of those people --their names will not be revealed. When you know you've done wrong watch your back --we'll have arrows pointing for the back of your head.

You're calling that a troll? u mad?

Well, that lasted.

Sorry but, drama much?

Please, you didn't run it.

The FoA is dissolved.

It has come to my attention that this thread is starting a flame-war. This was not the intended purpose, everyone stop asking Enore to step down. I am not in the mood to debate this or tell anyone what to do, the purpose of this thread was to gauge who had the most influence among humans. Enore is the King of Al'khazar, stop flaming Enore. Lock or delete I don't care.

It had only been an expression pushed to his face. As he did not bear her any malice, but love instead the fire touched him and did nothing. Suffice to say, it seemed only fair to say the battle could be resolved by another manner. Looking at her with those fiery red eyes, his expression changed to that of a smile. "I think we've both earned the title of equals here. You are a worthy opponent, my friend." Sheathing his blade he bore no malice against her. What he did was incredible, standing against the legendary magic and surviving was no small feat. Others would not be so lucky against either of them, but in knowing he could fight the magic with his strength and wit alone -was a personal victory. As such it was her victory for knowing she could believe in him even when his expression was bluffing -was her triumph.

I didn't realize that I posted this in the wrong area, can an admin move this? P.S. I didn't realize Syrio was a Dwarf.

-Reserved- {Also note, I am abstaining from my vote until such time for all have a chance to vote.}

I felt it only fair to ask, who do you feel is the real ruler of humans? Since at this point it really seems to be a toss-up between kingdoms, and or factions. So I'll just leave it here in hopes it's taken seriously. Remember to write in your vote, when voting for other.

Accepted, sorry I didn't note it 'till now. Your character history is pretty short though. I suppose it's passable though.

"You're partially right, I know if I fell you with my sword, you will be reborn. But still, you're my friend -and as such, I cannot shame you by holding back anymore." Holding the blade in the ancient shien-style, his left shoulder ahead, as his body remained slant. The blade handle gripped away from his body, his eyes fixed on her as his expression turned killer. He loved her as much as any one friend ever could, and would always honor her memory. Even when he grew old and toothless. His heart calmed then steadied as he willed it to. His left foot edged forward as he suddenly sprang into a full run to close the distance. Blade pointing back as he charged he would quickly pant as ragged breaths drew. Then the slash came aimed for her ribs, his right foot remained flexed as his left remained poised slightly above grass. This could be the blow that ended it, depending on her next move she could surprise him and upset the balance of punishment by unleashing all the magic. Or, she could move ahead of him and strike him from behind -he'd be ready for either outcome.

Luck, wits, and thinking on the fly were what he knew as a soldier. Against the forces of Iblees you didn't get the luxury of thought. The same could be said against an Ascended, the elements seemed to be their play-things; among other things. He could have sworn the arrow impacted but her magic acted far too quick for him to judge it. He felt thrown like a rag-doll at the sudden wind-burst that she had saved just for him. His eyes closed from the hard landing, as iron rattled his head throbbed from the impact. A ringing sensation echoed in his ears. Luckily Safen could feel the blood coursing to all of his limbs, still intact at least. Breathing a tired sigh, he was lucky to keep his sword in hand, despite the trouncing he just took. Pushing his knee's up he slowly recovered at aid of his sword pushing him up. His armor scorched in spots, rattled and shaken from the stresses of magic. Slowly his crimson eyes rose to meet the picture of deadly benevolence that is Lady Shoi. A grin encapsulated his face as he still had some fight left in him, that was when he made the cocky remark. "Going easy on me hm?"

Safen could help but have a feeling of dread come over him. It was strenuous, sure but it felt like he was being baited into thinking he was succeeding. He felt his back against the wall, and knew his friend was likely luring him into a false sense of security. Kicking into high gear he charged, lifting the sword with both hands into a striking slash. He adored his friend -but he wasn't about to let her win. Just as he was about in range to strike he suddenly stopped, and went into a barrel roll, to get behind her. As he moved up he'd reached into his boot, pulling an arrow from it. His arrows had emptied all over the ground from the barrel roll. He plunged the light-weight object arrow-tip first with all his strength into her un-damaged arm. The weight itself of the arrow maybe able to escape the pull of her magical wind power. In an effort to continue, and end the fight with his sword.