yay!!! okay...i start real soon....

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Erk....so...busy...I'll be a little late on this one, Tur, I just have absolutely no time...

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Are there any evil rings left? If not, that's okay. I was just wondering.

(sorry Nauriel, there are no evil rings left. )

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STARTING!!! W00T W00T!!!

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The night's cold chill swept through the land of Kanum. The forests where silenced as the first spring's rain came falling down from the skies. A cold chill of evil swept through the small town of Highle, a town where 7 Ringbearer's lived. As the evil chill came through their town, one Ringbearer awoke with a start from her slumber. She gasped for breath and looked up at the skies; the seven stars where alined perfectly. She gasped again, but this time not for breath, but from fear.

She jumped out of bed and dressed quickly. She wore a pair of black breeches and a black undershirt. Then, over them, she wore a red warriors shirt with a red tunic that had Elvish designs on the front and down the sides of it. She laced up her black boots as she her dark black braided hair got into her dark blue eyes. She swiftly armed herself with the weapons that she was trained to use well; She, personally, carried a bow and arrows, two daggers (one wrist dagger and one ankle dagger), an throwing axe, and two curved long swords.

Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and whispered, "The day has come." She bent down and took a key out of her pocket and unlocked a small, wooden box. Inside the box was her life's most prized possesion. Her Ring of Element. She was the Bearer of Flame for the Light side, an Elven Warrior sworn to protects the rights of men and Elves until death took her. She picked up the ring, which hung on a necklace and slipped it under her shirt. Glancing at the stars one more time, she left her home.

Turwaithiel, as the Elf was known, ran to the stables and mounted her white mare, Tathar. She knew that the banishment of the Demom's was no more. They where coming again. She had to meet up with all the other Ringbearers at the Round Table in the middle of the Forest. She had not spoken with any of them for many years. Now, they would have to unite as one to face the evil that had come again, stronger this time, and face it. As the rain soaked her clothes and mud splashed into her face, Turwaithiel rode hard into the forest until she came to the small cabin with unlit lights hanging all around it. It was the Light Ringbearer's meeting ground. She unmounted Tathar and put him in the stables, then she ran inside.

Since she was the Bearer of Flame, she was heat to dry herself and light all the lights that where surrounding the cabin. She smiled at the sight of the Round Table. There where 8 chairs. 7 for the newest Ringbearer's, including herself, and one for the only Old Ringbearer to still be living. He would tell that what was to be done tonight. She found the horn hanging on the side of the wall and she took off and blowed. It was silence to all mortal ears; the sound could only be heard the the Bearers of the Rings of Element. After she blew on the horn for a moment, she stopped and awaited her compainions arrival. It was to be a long night.

(I will start the evil people later...and i'll play the Old Ringbearer to get everything started! )

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(WEE HEE HEE! We've Started!)
Kolkok stiffened at the sound of the horn. So it was time. He rushed to the cliff side at the back of his house. He placed his hand on the rock face, then through it, until his hand closed on a small marble box. He pulled it out. With his most important possesion in the safty of his grasp he ran to the stable and quickly tacked his horse, a large fresian mare named Giowne. They made good time as they galloped to the small cabin. OInce there Koltok quickly untacked her and pt her in a small, cozy stall. He burst into the room, rain dripping from his body. He was the only one there, except for Tur. "Greetings" He said.

Ivaan stirred in his sleep at the sound of a horn in the distance. He groaned. Too early. Too early to be waking at this hour...

He then pulled out a sharp dagger from under his pillow, where his right hand was, as if to express his anger. Sighing, he replaced the dagger and got up. He picked out a thin, loose black shirt and put it on over his bare chest, then took out his black leather vest and put it on over it. Lacing up his tall black leather boots, Ivaan picked out his daggers and placed them throughout his attire, hidden. He then walked out the door, not bothering to brush his hair - he never did - and headed for the stables. Yawning, he tacked up his stallion, Pyeron, and mounted utop the midnight black horse. His dark green eyes looked black in the nightime light as he rode - in no hurry whatsoever - to the meeting place. Ivaan, the bearer of the ring of shadow, adored nightime, and did ust about anything to get some peace and quiet with the stars. Even now the dark garent intertwined in the broad silver bands swirled and sparkled in the presence of darkness. Unlike many of the bearers, Ivaan wore his ring at all times. Dismounting silently he approached the large table, a mist of shadow following him, and incircling the table.

"Hail, Elenkar."

((Hope you don't mind if I make up a kind of.. Name for the bearers, Tur... I don't want to intrude. Tell me if you hate it))

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

(Nauriel, if you want to have an evil character, you can take mine. The Spirit Ring. I don't mind if you want it.)

The deep sound of a horn resonated through the dark room. But Ralaia knew that it was no ordinary horn. She jerked to a sitting position in her bed. Was it time already? She jumped up from her bed and lit a candle. She rumaged through the trunk at the edge of her bed. Finally, she found the small locked box in the very bottom. She took the key from the chain she kept around her neck and unlocked it. She slipped the ring on her finger and then replaced the lid back on the trunk. She dressed quickly and gave her disheveled red locks a few swift brushes. Then she was out the door.

She rushed to her stable and mounted her horse, a large black stallion she called Authion. She spurred him to a relentless gallop. She scowled up at the rain falling down on her momentarily before quickly creating a shield of Air to keep her and her mount dry.

She drove Authion on at a breakneck pace. The stallion was used to it. Ralaia frequently took him out riding, and she was never satisfied to go at a slow speed. After only a little while, she reached the cabin that was to be their meeting place.

Ralaia got Authion situated in a stall. She noticed that there were already three horses there. She gave the midnight black stallion an affectionate pat and then went to the cabin. She opened the door and walked in. Turwaithiel, Kolkok, and Ivaan were already there. She let the shield of air around her dissapate as she nodded at each of them in turn. "Hello," she said.

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I'm back!

Ivaan seemed unusually outgoing today. Or night. Or, it was just an odd coinsindence.

"Hello. It's been a while." He scanned the new arrival up and down, noting how she was perfectly dry. "Have a seat." he pulled out a chair for her. And for the first time in years, Ivaan did something, however small it was, it was practicly unheard of for his nature.

He smiled.

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Ralaia couldn't maintain the disagreeable mood that had set itself on her when she was awakened during the middle of her peaceful sleep. "It has been awhile," she said, the usual cheery, lightheartedness returning to her voice and face, as she sat down in the seat that Ivaan pulled out for her. "It's good to see you again."

When he smiled at her, she thought it odd. She had known the other Ring Bearers for awhile, and she had never remembered Ivaan to be cheerful or smile very often. She remembered him being quiet and rather reserved. The smile suited him though.

She smiled back, but then turned her attention to the task at hand. Seriousness, a trait she didn't usually display, set in on her. She knew what the reason for this meeting likely was. The Demons. The thought frightened her.

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I'm back!

(@ Atremis: Naw...I was just asking. Unless, of course, you really don't want to play your demon character.)

Koltok played with the ring on his finger. THough he had owned it for a long time and grown attached to it, he couldn't help but fiddle with it. A surprised grin overtook his face. Did Ivaan just smile? He shook off the thought: it was a pretty one anyway. "How do you do?" He asked.

((Sorry to interrupt-I've got my bios completed!))

Ivaan, not having ever learned good manners, inturupted.

"Where do suppose that ancient bearer has got to? I thought I was supposed to be here..." Ivaan sunk back into his seat, wrapping his cloak around himself and accadentally setting the whole room in darkness. He was definatly not known for his patience.

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A girl, in her teens, woke up when she heard familiar footstepps in the hall.
What is she doing up? the girl wondered. She got out of bed and put on a black tunic and a black skirt was the only other thing she found clean. Lacing up her boots, and almost wastle length raven black hair, she followed her sister out the door. Elizabeth had her sister's blue eyes.

Elizabeth watched her sister, Turwaithiel, ride away before mounting her bay mare, Harma, and following. Not long she was all wet.

When she found the cabin, Elizabeth hid Harma in the forest, and went up to a window to see her sister blow a horn, yet herd nothing. Confused, she watched many other come, staying hidden from sight in the shadows...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Whoof, my bio's up))

Eledhe had not been asleep. She was striding through the night-dark forest, bow in hand. Nighttime was not the best time for her to hunt, as light not dark was her element, but she had better vision in the shadows than some. The blowing of the horn, in fact, made her scowl. The deer had been right there, antlers bleached creamy white in the moonlight, when the sound had startled her and the bracken had cracked beneath her foot. It had sped away, gone before Eledhe could loose an arrow.

Scowl still firmly in place she set off. It would be an hour or two before she reached their meeting place, they would have to start without her.

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(@ Nauriel-do you think my char and yours could hook up, maybe??? just wonder'en...

@ SG- !!!!!! I love it!!! Hannon le, SG!!!! )

Turwaithiel smiled and greeted everyone that was coming. Soon, everyone would be here and then all they had to do was wait for the arrival of the Old Bearer. She sat inbetween Kolkok and Ivvan.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

[*glances at reserved spot* I'm here... and my bio's up. I can make an opening post, but since you proposed to start the evils up I'll wait ]

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