Kurisu Shiruba

Shadows of the wind

I changed the post to something more fitting to the narrative.
Took me a visit to Wikipedia to understand the meaning of "mirroring each other" (English is not my native language) and I've took extra care in re-reading and proofreading the previous posts in order to make more sense.

The most difficult part was to take the mirroring one another part to an extent that it not only refers to the studying part, but also Zaph's dust cloud spell. I really wanted to make something interesting like this.

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The Gate of Nemesis.

It is a protective barrier between the realm of mortals and another realm.

Eons ago, a civilization known as "Vancia", formed of Humanoid Dragons, prospered. Vancians were lovers of knowledge and always aimed for scientific and magical progress, banishing undesirables to a barren dimension, the "Realm of the Black Stone".

In order to prevent banned criminals from leaving the Realm, the Vancians set up the Gate of Nemesis as a means of sealing both dimensions and setting them apart.

Time passed, and the Vancian civilization came to pass. Humans were born, and a civilization of Humans named "Eden" prospered. Criminals banned to the Realm of Black Stone spent countless generations building up power from their existance, turning themselves into hideous monsters of many shapes, ranging from corrupted Vancians to Giants, and invaded Eden.

A war of centuries ensued, and only ended when the Sorceress Maya fused her body with the wind goddess Sylph, and sealed the Gate of Nemesis. After the war of Eden, several civilizations prospered in the realm of mortals, with the Realm of the Black Stone absorbing other realities and looking for a princess pure of heart, with an affinity for wind elemental magic to complete the process.

An alchemist, turned into a vampire while seeking for immortality, set his eyes on a beautiful noblewoman. He knows about the story of the Gate of Nemesis, and wants to use its power for his own goal, while the noblewoman herself is a girl, saddened by her harsh, rigorous lifestyle, and dreams of finding someone to be happy with.

All while a wanderer raised in a distant land, who's also a young master in the ways of the ninja, suddenly gets wrapped on this intrigue...

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I'm going to redo my post later.

Had barely anytime to proofread my stuff, so I apologize in advance for any troubles.

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The sight of the library was a feast to the eyes of every onlooker. Disguised as a scholar, Chris managed to enter the place and gaze at the wonderful place that it was.

He patiently walked on the sea of books -- knowledge that would be considered a privilege in the eastern lands of which he was raised.

Little is known about his past, save for the fact that he was raised in Ashihara no Nakatsu no Kuni, an archipelago in the far east that was known for its rigid social structure and the beauties of the unique architecture. The Ninjas, or Shinobi, as they were called, formed a secret order of protectors of which had feats extrapolated by legends and folktales. But he was trained in this art and it's possible for anyone to attest that most of the rumours and speeches from people are, indeed, truth.

The architectural and aesthetic traits of the library offer an atmosphere no different from any of the luxurious castles he was accostumed to visit, courtesy of Zafiria's dreams and goals in providing education for all. Scholars and students in all areas of knowledge were attracted to this place, making the place to be a bit... crowded.

The first thing that Chris got his hands on was a book which explained some of the customs and traditions of the country. The explanations were rich in details and had a language accessible even for those without formal education in the delicate nuances of the Rafflesian dialects.

"Fascinating, indeed." He thought, easily getting himself immersed by the explanations in how everything came to be in the kingdom. A gentle breeze coming from the window he was close to helped him to familiarize with the pleasant atmosphere of the place and it gave him a few thoughts on Zafiria.

Though, all of his dreams about her were to be interrupted with a loud slam on the door. A group of ruffians entered the library, and from their shouts and erratic behavior, Chris noticed they were drunk, trying to make some disturbance.

To make matters worse, they came after Chris, unaware of the fact that he was a guy, attracted by his androgynous looks. One of them grabbed his wrist and tried to kidnap him, "Hey, darling... let's take a ride. I like pretty ladies like you." In self defense, the ruffian was knocked on the table, breaking it. When the other bullies came to take revenge on their buddy, he realized he made a mistake, and fighting on a library could bring him problems. He picked up a smoke bomb from his bag and tossed it.

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Hey :)

I've recieved my marks back from my first set of midterms and they aren't good >.< I might have to spend less time on RPG :( I'll still post as often as I can but I might end up being a 'weekend warrior' writer for a while :/

@Hidden Lilly

Fair enough. I too got bad grades due to RP and I know that feel. So, please, don't worry about it.

Just want to double check.
He's in the village/capital in a library and she is up in the castle study. We are mirroring here, he didn't just like teleport into the castle with her right?

@Hidden Lilly

Ahh. My bad. Let me check it.

Yeah, that makes sense. I'll come up with something better later. And something that doesn't sound weird or confusing. The effects of posting while trying to struggle to sleep...

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Once he got away from the guards and the princess, he left the place. Things were being very normal and nothing interesting was happening at the moment.

This meant he had two things to do right now: The first, was to find a place to settle himself, as he had some previous knowledge of the place and a somewhat good level of fluency with the language of the country. Noticing some conversations, he eavesdropped on bystanders mentioning something about the gateways of Nemesis.

That sounded really familiar.

While the bystanders did not look suspicious at first, the natural tone in conversation they had while talking sparked his curiosity. He tailed them, following stealthily, eventually finding a couple of hooded individuals entering in a building that looked like a library. A third hooded man appeared and Chris tackled that individual from behind, knocking him cold and taking his clothes. With his skill, the male would wake up with only his underwear, headache and incurable amnesia.

That was all he needed to grant free access in the library. Amazed by the quantity of books and the incalculable knowledge that Rafflesia had to offer, one of the few things that slowly pushed Chris Falcon and Zafiria together was nothing more but curiosity and a man who has plans with her...

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Adam Frost was busy in his mansion. Sitting down on a chair, looking at a mockup of what he thought of as an integral part of his ultimate goals. A miniature of a stone circle, carved with runes all over its surface, spinning softly and smooth. During the days of the Dark Clouds, he was able to get a fraction of the power from the Gate of Nemesis. As a side effect, he turned himself into a ghoulish creature. His white hair and pale blue skin were menacing enough, but he had his own ways to hide that from the never suspecting humans from Rafflesia.


He was a respected alchemist and he knew about such influences in living beings outside the mysterious land. He became obssessed with that strange power when he realized that turning into a vampire was nothing more but a small side effect of harnessing the energy that the gate emitted.

"This is going perfectly as planned. This marks the third month ever since the Dark Clouds from the eastern Kingdom had been vanquished, and this gloomy and gruesome form of mine will not be for long. As long as the key remains untouched, I can patiently wait for when the moment comes..."

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"My apologies, sir. I had no intentions of standing in your way." Chris replied to the guard in the most polite way possible. He then turned his eyes to the princess. "I am here for the sights of the city. I heard many words on how the flowers of Rafflesia are considered a natural wonder in this world."
That said, he decided to give way for Zafiria to walk.

The guards were not convinced on how that feminine-looking lad was a swordsman; the long black hair, blue eyes and somewhat frail figure were not enough to persuade someone on that matter. However, when one of her bodyguards looked at his eyes, he felt a deep, cold sensation on his chest. Something akin to a cut or a stab. When Chris turned away to mind his own business, the man in armor was shaking and sweating a bit.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

My partner's back.

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I would be glad to continue the story. I had a really busy life until recently, but that was helpful to flesh out a few ideas about my character.

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"The calm before the storm". How many times had the young ninja heard that phrase? Well, Princess Zafiria of Rafflesia, a rather prominent individual - she always had that 'Chosen One' aura around her and that meant a bit of a hassle for Chris Falcon, who was always dragged into the most awkward situations because of his martial arts skills and his ties to the 'Blades of the Storm', which was a pompous title for the twin katana he carried with him.

Once he heard Zafiria's voice, he turned to her. She sounded and looked attractive and charming, making him fluster for a brief second. "Uh, you know... I am just a swordsman from the eastern lands, lady." The ominous winds did not cause him to falter, however. It just kept his senses sharper due to the sight of the two bodyguards along her. "It appears to be you are from the nobility, judging from those two men following you. I am Christopher Falcon, and I was once called Yasuke of Ashihara." He bowed at her, in the typical eastern fashion, a sign of politeness and genuine interest in getting immersed into the society and world he found himself in.