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The ceiling was purest black. So dark and entrancing that in any other room it would have been impossible to tear your gaze from its fathomless depths. In its centre was a dragon, embossed in silver. It was this shining image that lit the room. The walls were fabulous, but unable to contest with the ceiling. They had beautiful scenes scribed across them by the most skilled hands, but still they could not compare with the silent elegance and awe of the ceiling. Yet the floor ... The floor was a different matter entirely. It seemed to be forged of pure power, transcending the limits of colour. Directly beneath the dragon, a shape held dominance. A five-pointed star. On each point stood a figure.
The figures each wore a black robe with silver hems and a silver sash. Their cowls were drawn over their faces. Strong auras of power and majesty hung around them. Then one began to speak.
"I, Serpent, avatar of Dragon, bring this gathering together and now announce its commencing." The next one to speak did so as if she knew she should by some ritual procedure, yet her words (Though they carried power) did not seem rote-learned.
"I, Raven, servant of Dragon, observe this."
"I, Fox, servant of Dragon, observe this."
"I, Tiger, servant of Dragon, observe this."
"I, Bear, servant of Dragon, observe this" Serpent raised his arms out flat to either side, as if pointing to the ornate walls.
"Then it begins!" he cried, as he brought his hands together in a resounding clap, before dropping them back to normal. He bowed his head and began muttering under his breath. Power laced the very air of the room. There was a faint glimmer in the air. A mere heartbeat after its appearance, Serpent was surrounded by a blazing corona. His voice reached a terrible crescendo, from which the others flinched away from as much as possible without moving. It dropped back to the previous obscure muttering. One by one the others joined in with different chants. The pressure increased. Some developed a slight hunch in their backs. Eventually all of them did. The agony began to show in their cracking voices. Blood began to run between the fingers of Tiger's tightly clenched fist. Serpent peered through pain-blurred eyes and his burning nimbus to see others lose consciousness and control of their power. He straightened and intoned a few words as clear as a bell. A thick clinging fog swirled through the underground hall, dispersing all magic and energy. His gaze swept over the others' unconscious bodies. He rested a while before wading through the thigh-height haze. In the exact centre of both shape and circle, he swirled round once before disappearing.
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||Character Creation
Name:
Animal: (Serpent, Raven, Fox, Tiger, Bear or Wolf. You cannot take one that's already been taken)
History [Optional]:
Description [Optional. If you include one in your first post, there's no need for one here]:
Other:
Plot
Not really predetermined, but I will make the main plot moves, until I say.
Animals
Obviously a focal point of the RP. All RPers have the ability to shift into many forms to do with their animal. Also try to match your characters to your animals in appearance, voice etc. though there's no need to go extreme. More on these coming later.
That's it! More character vacancies may be added later!||
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Name: Ramthura Blackthunder
Animal: Serpent
History: None that you know of ... WHOOOO!!! *Puts on a scary ghost face*
Ramthura relaxed in his large, decorative chair. In front of him, a roaring fire. Around him, the opulence of his dwelling. He was reading a sheet of music. The only music he liked, pure and undefiled by imperfection and vulgarity. He sipped from a glass that he held almost lazily in his right hand. The cool, dark liquor slipped between his lips and flowed down his throat. Having drained the glass, he set it on a table in the shape of a flamingo. He grimaced, disliking what he regarded as the somewhat tawdry taste of those around him. He stood up, violet robes moving little. Gliding as much as walking, he reached a full length mirror. He examined himself. He was tall though rather thin, with ivory skin. His hair and eyes contrasted sharply with the pale colour as they were both coal black. His eyes smouldered with emotion and ambition. His hair went as far as his shoulder blades. It was dead straight, but lacked the lank, greasy look of what Ramthura would have termed "lesser people". He was, of course, one of the "Higher People" he dropped the capitals in the second phrase so that no one could miss them. He waved a hand of the mirror and illusions dropped away. The mirror was made of the same material as the roof of the hall.
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