If any of you wondered why I deleted my posts it was because it just dind'nt work but this does!
The pain that surged through Austin's body was mouth watering. The way he cried out as the
pain took over his body. Austin tried to come back with a shadow attack but his enemy wasn't stopping he was kicking and kicking until Austin broke out in a surge of necromancy power that thrashed down on the man and his body. Within seconds his whole body was in smithereens.
The lady that had beat the hell out of him hundreds of times walked forwards observing the dead clone. She spat in it and smiled at him. That was a good sign.
"Good now have a five minute break and then come back."
Austin went for a walk and came to a tiny barn with spray paint all over it saying DARKNESS RISING! What the...
The lady came behind him,
"I sent you here."
"Why?"
"Something dark is rising, something that will be hunting people, a war just like the war with mevolent this is going to be intense."
"So what do we do?"
"We meet with the sanctuary."
"The british one?"
"No sadly that sanctuary was blown up the morning where going to the american one pack your bags where leaving tommorow."
"OK, but is this really war and I mean a proper war?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Oh god."
They walked on and in his tummy Austin had a sinking feeling that he would be the war's first death.
They came back to the base and Austin focused on america. What if the plane got shot down? What if they were attacked....
Hs phone rang it was an unknown number.
He answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, my name is Ytol and do you know anyone called Dragona Pine."
"Yeah he was an old friend of mine."
"Well tell hi that I will not stop destroying the sanctuaries until he comes to me, tell him soon he will be dead!"
"OK but are you sure."
"Yes now go tell before I come kill you."
"OK."
The landline went dead. Another friend would be dead soon.
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Dragona Pine - Part 1
Cabader had arranged to meet him in a nightclub for sorcerers. It was down an alleyway in London. A dark, remote area where no mortals knew about, and yet it was still full of crime.
He liked Cabader. He was dark and quiet, but he was an excellent fighter and that made Dragona and him get along.
Dragona also felt sorry for him. Cabader didn't actually want to be alive. Most of his friends were already dead, as was his family. There was nothing for him but a few friends, and yet it was impossible for him to die. His life consisted of trying to stop people destroying the world, and nothing more.
Cabader wasn't a very popular person, either. He scared many people.
He parked his white Porsche 911 GT3 RS, which had a red stripe down the bottom of the door, and the type of car written in slightly italic letters, next to the pavement. He swung open the door and stepped out, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, a dark blue jacket, a black t-shirt saying "Keep Calm & Kill Zombies" written on it in white, and some blue jeans. He shut the car door.
He strolled down the alleyway, immediately feeling disturbances in the air.
Dragona sent tendrils of air in all directions, acknowledging the resistance against hard objects. He built a picture up in his mind of the alleyway. The solid brick walls surrounding him. The yellow skip behind him, with three men crouched behind in the shadows.
Most interestingly, however, one of them had a silenced pistol. It was a type he was unfamiliar with.
More disturbances in the air. There were people stood on top of the buildings, ready to land next to him if the situation called for it.
In front of him, there was the flashing neon sign of the nightclub for sorcerers. If he wanted to, it would have been possible to run. But he didn't feel a need to. They weren't professionals. Thieves. Nothing more. There was no need to run.
The three men revealed themselves to his eyes. He pretended to act surprised, by making his facial expression one of confusion.
"Hello," Dragona said, "It's a nice day, isn't it? Do you need something?"
"Yeah," the man with the silenced pistol responded, "Your bloody money. Give it and walk away, or we'll kill you then steal it from your corpse. It's up to you."
"Hey look," said one of the other men, who carried a crowbar as a weapon, "You can see the wallet in his pocket."
"I won't be giving you my money any time soon," Dragona replied, "But, if you want to live, I suggest you put down the pistol."
"Who is going to kill us? You?" laughed the man with the pistol, "You're outnumbered, outgunned and surrounded. What chance do you think you have?"
"Come on," said the third man, armed with a baseball bat with nails stuck in it, "Just let's shoot him and steal his money. No one will notice. It's silenced, remember?"
"You have a point, friend," Pistol replied, "You have a point indeed." He cocked the hammer of his pistol, and aimed it directly at Dragona. He fired a single, silenced shot down the alleyway.
In a flash, Dragona had swiped one of his twin katanas out of the crossed scabbard on his back and the bullet bounced harmlessly off the indestructible metal, making a slight pinging sound that echoed around the alley.
He spun the blade in his hand, then also retrieved the other sword from his back. The men up on the roof jumped down.
Before they landed, however, Dragona had kicked one hard against the brick all to his right. He blocked a second gunshot with a barrier of air, then managed to knock the second man who had jumped off the roof unconscious with the hilt of his sword.
The baseball bat swung at him and his sword cut through it easily, also managing to give the man who held it a long cut down the middle of his chest.
Dragona spun and kicked someone, who had landed behind him, in the chest. As he did so, he saw a grate.
A grate in the ground.
Water.
Great.
He lifted one of his swords out of his hand using the air and swung it, positioning barriers of air around the handle so it he could move it without touching the handle of the blade.
With his free hand, he controlled the water flowing through the grate. He lifted a fairly large amount of it out, enough to fill the alleyway.
Dragona moved his sword so it blocked two more silenced gunshots, then he managed to take out the man with the crowbar by slicing his weapon in half, and also his head.
Water spilled out in a huge wall between him and the thieves. A churning mass of foaming water. That he could control.
He sent the water at the thieves. They tried to run, but they were much too slow. The water consumed them before the end of the alley, and using the air, before anyone else could see the water, he altered the air's temperature so it dissipated into tendrils of steam.
The water drowned the thieves in a matter of moments. He purposely made it go into their throats and fill their lungs so they would have been dead a lot quicker. He didn't like slow deaths.
He moved the remaining water back into the grate, then clicked his fingers.
Dragona created fires on them, and in them. They burned fiercly until the bodies were just a pile of grey ash, which he moved using the air into one of the nearby bins. He sheathed his swords.
Rather pleased with how it had worked out, Dragona stepped into the club. A thick drum beat immediately reached his ears and he winced instinctively. He disliked modern music. A lot.
He saw Cabader leaned against the bar, not drinking unlike the rest of the sorcerers, who seemed to be showing off the magic they could do. Several bolts of magic were fired across the room and fire was thrown up everywhere.
Cabader was wearing his black motorcycle helmet, and a black motorbike costume as always. No one came near him. They were scared of him.
"Hello Cabader," Dragona said as he walked past a sorcerer who had fists the size of his head, "How are you?"
Cabader turned to him and cocked his head, then said in his slightly synthesised voice, "I am fine. How are you?"
"I'm good. Some thieves were out there. They're currently ash and in a bin."
"I would have expected nothing more. Someone has been watching me for an hour."
"Who?" Dragona asked.
Cabader nodded his head across the dance floor. There was a man staring at him, who wore a bowler hat and had a thick beard.
"I don't like the look of him," Dragona pointed out, "His eyes look crazy. Or angry. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes."
"I agree," Cabader replied, "He is not looking very friendly."
"Do you think we should go and... ask what his problem is?"
"I shall go. I am more than capable of taking him on by myself, no matter what his power. I am a spirit in clothing, I cannot be affected by any magic."
Cabader got up off his stool and walked purposely over to the man who seemed to shy away from him behind a newspaper.
"Excuse me," Cabader said, "You have been staring at me for an hour. Do you have a problem with me?"
The man nodded, "Yes. No one can bloody kill you, you son of a b***h. You shouldn't be allowed in this damn club. Get out."
"Do you see me causing any problems?" Cabader asked, "I am not fighting anyone. I am not causing any disturbances, so why bring it up?"
"I just have a problem with someone I can't kill, alright?" The man clicked his fingers and a fireball blazed in the palm of his hand, "But I can definitely try."
Cabader made a sound that could have been a sigh. The man made his entire hand catch fire, then punched Cabader in the visor with a flaming fist.
Dragona's indestructible friend didn't even flinch. Dragona knew what the man was trying to do, and he guessed Cabader did too. Cabader was the victim of a lot of discrimination because he was indestructible. People felt threatened and scared and they tended to lash out. If Cabader fought back, the entire club could errupt in a fight.
Cabader's visor started glowing orange. The man stopped midway through a second punch, his hand slowly being extinguished. Cabader, meanwhile, was cocking his head as he exerted his power over fire. He wasn't fighting back, only protecting himself.
Dragona decided to intervene before it was too late. He strode over to the man with the beard, grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall.
"You really think trying to fight someone immortal is a good idea?" Dragona asked, "You treat him like crap, and you think that's alright? That he doesn't count as a person, just because he can't be killed?"
The man shook his head, then said through gritted teeth, "I was just-"
"I know what you were bloody doing, ok? But the fact is, Cabader could drop you without even moving. He could take on every single person in this club at once without being injured in the slightest. And yet you decide it's a good idea to try and bully him? You think he chose to remain alive?"
"Thank you Dragona," Cabader said, "I was just about to set him on fire, but I think this way would be more helpful."
Dragona smiled, "It's no problem, really." He turned back to the man and his face grew serious again. "If I ever see you doing it again, I won't let you go out of this club without any injuries. Got that?"
The man nodded.
He let go of the man's throat.
Dragona noticed, despite the slight disturbance, no one paid them any attention. Fights were common, as he was thinking he could see two Elementals scrapping. Nothing serious, but the club had been known to deliver a few broken bones every now and then.
He and Cabader walked back to their place on the bar. Dragona bought a bottle of Dr Pepper. He unscrewed the lid, took a slight sip from it then asked, "So, why have you decided to meet me?"
"There has been... problems," Cabader said, "Big, serious, problems."
"What's happened?"
"Rumours. Mainly. A few unconfirmed sightings but..."
"Come on, what is it?" Dragona said impatiently.
Cabader made the same sighing sound, then spoke. "There has been sightings of Ytol Heas. Alive and well. There has also been graffiti popping up everywhere, written in the same way and saying the same thing."
Dragona took a sharp intake of breath, "That's not even... Oh s**t... What does the graffiti say?"
"Darkness rising," Cabader said, "It has been seen all over Britain. All over Europe. Everywhere. I think they will be connected."
"If Ytol is alive," he pointed out, "He won't be very happy with us. We did kind of... kill him. And Mevolent. At the same time."
Cabader nodded slightly, "We may be... how do you say it... screwed?"
"Yes Cabader. I believe we definitely are. Come on, we're leaving."
Dragona nodded in thanks to the person behind the bar, then he walked towards the exit of the club. For some reason, which he could not even hope to understand, there was a white rabbit hopping along the floor towards a group of sorcerers playing a drinking game. There was also a chicken following it, and a random dragon flying around the lights on the ceiling.
Sorcerers, he thought, Some people have the strangest powers...
As Dragona and Cabader exited the club, the loud music started getting softer until it was barely audible. He sighed with relief, thinking that his ears couldn't take any more punishment.
They walked towards the Porsche, past the bin full of ashes and the slightly wet ground.
"Bloody mother of..." Dragona growled as he looked at his car, of which he was very proud.
Written on it, using a form of spray paint, were the words "Darkness rising".
"I swear," Dragona said, "I swear I'll get the person who vandalised my car. As for now..."
He placed a hand on the headlight of the Porsche and new, clean paint flowed outwards from its engine. It got rid of the graffiti. He gave it a pleased nod then opened the door and climbed inside.
Cabader climbed into the passenger seat, and both of them shut their doors.
Dragona started up the engine, and the Porsche roared as he accelerated down the road.
He liked Cabader. He was dark and quiet, but he was an excellent fighter and that made Dragona and him get along.
Dragona also felt sorry for him. Cabader didn't actually want to be alive. Most of his friends were already dead, as was his family. There was nothing for him but a few friends, and yet it was impossible for him to die. His life consisted of trying to stop people destroying the world, and nothing more.
Cabader wasn't a very popular person, either. He scared many people.
He parked his white Porsche 911 GT3 RS, which had a red stripe down the bottom of the door, and the type of car written in slightly italic letters, next to the pavement. He swung open the door and stepped out, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, a dark blue jacket, a black t-shirt saying "Keep Calm & Kill Zombies" written on it in white, and some blue jeans. He shut the car door.
He strolled down the alleyway, immediately feeling disturbances in the air.
Dragona sent tendrils of air in all directions, acknowledging the resistance against hard objects. He built a picture up in his mind of the alleyway. The solid brick walls surrounding him. The yellow skip behind him, with three men crouched behind in the shadows.
Most interestingly, however, one of them had a silenced pistol. It was a type he was unfamiliar with.
More disturbances in the air. There were people stood on top of the buildings, ready to land next to him if the situation called for it.
In front of him, there was the flashing neon sign of the nightclub for sorcerers. If he wanted to, it would have been possible to run. But he didn't feel a need to. They weren't professionals. Thieves. Nothing more. There was no need to run.
The three men revealed themselves to his eyes. He pretended to act surprised, by making his facial expression one of confusion.
"Hello," Dragona said, "It's a nice day, isn't it? Do you need something?"
"Yeah," the man with the silenced pistol responded, "Your bloody money. Give it and walk away, or we'll kill you then steal it from your corpse. It's up to you."
"Hey look," said one of the other men, who carried a crowbar as a weapon, "You can see the wallet in his pocket."
"I won't be giving you my money any time soon," Dragona replied, "But, if you want to live, I suggest you put down the pistol."
"Who is going to kill us? You?" laughed the man with the pistol, "You're outnumbered, outgunned and surrounded. What chance do you think you have?"
"Come on," said the third man, armed with a baseball bat with nails stuck in it, "Just let's shoot him and steal his money. No one will notice. It's silenced, remember?"
"You have a point, friend," Pistol replied, "You have a point indeed." He cocked the hammer of his pistol, and aimed it directly at Dragona. He fired a single, silenced shot down the alleyway.
In a flash, Dragona had swiped one of his twin katanas out of the crossed scabbard on his back and the bullet bounced harmlessly off the indestructible metal, making a slight pinging sound that echoed around the alley.
He spun the blade in his hand, then also retrieved the other sword from his back. The men up on the roof jumped down.
Before they landed, however, Dragona had kicked one hard against the brick all to his right. He blocked a second gunshot with a barrier of air, then managed to knock the second man who had jumped off the roof unconscious with the hilt of his sword.
The baseball bat swung at him and his sword cut through it easily, also managing to give the man who held it a long cut down the middle of his chest.
Dragona spun and kicked someone, who had landed behind him, in the chest. As he did so, he saw a grate.
A grate in the ground.
Water.
Great.
He lifted one of his swords out of his hand using the air and swung it, positioning barriers of air around the handle so it he could move it without touching the handle of the blade.
With his free hand, he controlled the water flowing through the grate. He lifted a fairly large amount of it out, enough to fill the alleyway.
Dragona moved his sword so it blocked two more silenced gunshots, then he managed to take out the man with the crowbar by slicing his weapon in half, and also his head.
Water spilled out in a huge wall between him and the thieves. A churning mass of foaming water. That he could control.
He sent the water at the thieves. They tried to run, but they were much too slow. The water consumed them before the end of the alley, and using the air, before anyone else could see the water, he altered the air's temperature so it dissipated into tendrils of steam.
The water drowned the thieves in a matter of moments. He purposely made it go into their throats and fill their lungs so they would have been dead a lot quicker. He didn't like slow deaths.
He moved the remaining water back into the grate, then clicked his fingers.
Dragona created fires on them, and in them. They burned fiercly until the bodies were just a pile of grey ash, which he moved using the air into one of the nearby bins. He sheathed his swords.
Rather pleased with how it had worked out, Dragona stepped into the club. A thick drum beat immediately reached his ears and he winced instinctively. He disliked modern music. A lot.
He saw Cabader leaned against the bar, not drinking unlike the rest of the sorcerers, who seemed to be showing off the magic they could do. Several bolts of magic were fired across the room and fire was thrown up everywhere.
Cabader was wearing his black motorcycle helmet, and a black motorbike costume as always. No one came near him. They were scared of him.
"Hello Cabader," Dragona said as he walked past a sorcerer who had fists the size of his head, "How are you?"
Cabader turned to him and cocked his head, then said in his slightly synthesised voice, "I am fine. How are you?"
"I'm good. Some thieves were out there. They're currently ash and in a bin."
"I would have expected nothing more. Someone has been watching me for an hour."
"Who?" Dragona asked.
Cabader nodded his head across the dance floor. There was a man staring at him, who wore a bowler hat and had a thick beard.
"I don't like the look of him," Dragona pointed out, "His eyes look crazy. Or angry. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes."
"I agree," Cabader replied, "He is not looking very friendly."
"Do you think we should go and... ask what his problem is?"
"I shall go. I am more than capable of taking him on by myself, no matter what his power. I am a spirit in clothing, I cannot be affected by any magic."
Cabader got up off his stool and walked purposely over to the man who seemed to shy away from him behind a newspaper.
"Excuse me," Cabader said, "You have been staring at me for an hour. Do you have a problem with me?"
The man nodded, "Yes. No one can bloody kill you, you son of a b***h. You shouldn't be allowed in this damn club. Get out."
"Do you see me causing any problems?" Cabader asked, "I am not fighting anyone. I am not causing any disturbances, so why bring it up?"
"I just have a problem with someone I can't kill, alright?" The man clicked his fingers and a fireball blazed in the palm of his hand, "But I can definitely try."
Cabader made a sound that could have been a sigh. The man made his entire hand catch fire, then punched Cabader in the visor with a flaming fist.
Dragona's indestructible friend didn't even flinch. Dragona knew what the man was trying to do, and he guessed Cabader did too. Cabader was the victim of a lot of discrimination because he was indestructible. People felt threatened and scared and they tended to lash out. If Cabader fought back, the entire club could errupt in a fight.
Cabader's visor started glowing orange. The man stopped midway through a second punch, his hand slowly being extinguished. Cabader, meanwhile, was cocking his head as he exerted his power over fire. He wasn't fighting back, only protecting himself.
Dragona decided to intervene before it was too late. He strode over to the man with the beard, grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall.
"You really think trying to fight someone immortal is a good idea?" Dragona asked, "You treat him like crap, and you think that's alright? That he doesn't count as a person, just because he can't be killed?"
The man shook his head, then said through gritted teeth, "I was just-"
"I know what you were bloody doing, ok? But the fact is, Cabader could drop you without even moving. He could take on every single person in this club at once without being injured in the slightest. And yet you decide it's a good idea to try and bully him? You think he chose to remain alive?"
"Thank you Dragona," Cabader said, "I was just about to set him on fire, but I think this way would be more helpful."
Dragona smiled, "It's no problem, really." He turned back to the man and his face grew serious again. "If I ever see you doing it again, I won't let you go out of this club without any injuries. Got that?"
The man nodded.
He let go of the man's throat.
Dragona noticed, despite the slight disturbance, no one paid them any attention. Fights were common, as he was thinking he could see two Elementals scrapping. Nothing serious, but the club had been known to deliver a few broken bones every now and then.
He and Cabader walked back to their place on the bar. Dragona bought a bottle of Dr Pepper. He unscrewed the lid, took a slight sip from it then asked, "So, why have you decided to meet me?"
"There has been... problems," Cabader said, "Big, serious, problems."
"What's happened?"
"Rumours. Mainly. A few unconfirmed sightings but..."
"Come on, what is it?" Dragona said impatiently.
Cabader made the same sighing sound, then spoke. "There has been sightings of Ytol Heas. Alive and well. There has also been graffiti popping up everywhere, written in the same way and saying the same thing."
Dragona took a sharp intake of breath, "That's not even... Oh s**t... What does the graffiti say?"
"Darkness rising," Cabader said, "It has been seen all over Britain. All over Europe. Everywhere. I think they will be connected."
"If Ytol is alive," he pointed out, "He won't be very happy with us. We did kind of... kill him. And Mevolent. At the same time."
Cabader nodded slightly, "We may be... how do you say it... screwed?"
"Yes Cabader. I believe we definitely are. Come on, we're leaving."
Dragona nodded in thanks to the person behind the bar, then he walked towards the exit of the club. For some reason, which he could not even hope to understand, there was a white rabbit hopping along the floor towards a group of sorcerers playing a drinking game. There was also a chicken following it, and a random dragon flying around the lights on the ceiling.
Sorcerers, he thought, Some people have the strangest powers...
As Dragona and Cabader exited the club, the loud music started getting softer until it was barely audible. He sighed with relief, thinking that his ears couldn't take any more punishment.
They walked towards the Porsche, past the bin full of ashes and the slightly wet ground.
"Bloody mother of..." Dragona growled as he looked at his car, of which he was very proud.
Written on it, using a form of spray paint, were the words "Darkness rising".
"I swear," Dragona said, "I swear I'll get the person who vandalised my car. As for now..."
He placed a hand on the headlight of the Porsche and new, clean paint flowed outwards from its engine. It got rid of the graffiti. He gave it a pleased nod then opened the door and climbed inside.
Cabader climbed into the passenger seat, and both of them shut their doors.
Dragona started up the engine, and the Porsche roared as he accelerated down the road.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
OK - Prologue
So we've got the storyline, the characters and the villains sorted. Feel free to post anything on the previous posts if you haven't done already and I will get back to you ASAP.
So this is what we're doing:
The first parts of the story will be introducing the characters and they will slowly get to know one another. It will be good guys vs bad guys for a start to keep things simple.
Every 2 weeks, though, after our characters have met, that is, we will go on to a post and talk. We will talk AS our characters, in like a role-play kind of thing. Then someone will be voted to write it up into a story form.
Later on in the story, there MAY be a mix-up depending on how things work out. Then our characters would work with the villains depending whom they would get along with.
REMEMBER: If you character has bad intentions etc, they will be a villain.
Also: I will be using the themes of the latest part of my SP Fanfic (Part 10) that's on my blog. It would be a good idea if you could all read it so you would understand. The link is: dragonapine.blogspot.co.uk
And yeah, here is the prologue kind of thing. It is from Ytol Heas' (one of my villains) point of view:
There was a sensation of falling. Like he had just woken up from a bad dream. Then Ytol Heas opened his eyes again. Finally.
All around him there was darkness, apart from a harsh white light that nearly blinded him.
He realised he couldn't breathe. Every time he tried to intake breath his lungs filled with liquid. Water. Salty water.
Ytol felt his brain coming back to life. A sudden surge of thoughts and feelings and memories. He remembered everything perfectly. Everything tiny detail of his plan. And how it had failed. He had made Mevolent, then he had been killed.
It was a shame, really. The great things he could have done...
His magic came back a second later, and he made himself grow gills either side of his neck. He could breathe again. Even water filling his lungs felt good after the long period of darkness.
Then he turned his attention to the light. It was someone in a diver's helmet. They paddled silently in the water and just stared at him.
Ytol couldn't help but wince as his slightly decomposed flesh started knitting and knotting back together.
He moved with the speed of a cleaver. He grasped the person by the throat so tight he felt their blood straining to get through his iron-tight grip.
"Who are you?" he hissed, "What did you do to me?"
He yanked off their helmet and transformed the water around them into air. He got rid of the gills and loosened his grip on their throat slightly.
It was a girl.
She was about fourteen, with black hair and it seemed black eyes with no pupils. Her skin was cracked and blistered around her eyes and mouth, and seemed to also glisten black.
The girl placed a hand on his wrist, and with unnatural strength she twisted his hand away.
"My name is not important," she said, hissing slightly at the end of each word, "Neither is what I am. I didn't do anything to you. I did something for you. I have the power over life and death. I have brought back some of the most powerful people you can imagine and convinced some of those who aren't deceased to join us in a quest for greatness. A quest for destruction. And now I am asking you to join us."
"What if I refuse, and decide to kill you?" Ytol asked curiously.
"You will not manage. And I will leave you here at the bottom of the ocean in the wreckage of the plane you decided to use as your headquarters. How could you be really that stupid? That's just an open invitation for your plans being ruined."
"I also know another thing that stopped me," he spat, "Dragona Pine."
The girl smiled, displaying an array of black glistening fangs, "If you join us, you can get to destroy Dragona Pine in any way you wish."
"Then I accept," Ytol said quickly, "I accept your proposal."
"You will be a valuble contribution to our cause," the girl said, "That you will indeed."
"May I ask who we are going to kill?" he asked.
"Everyone," she replied with another gentle smile, "We're going to kill everyone Mr Heas. And it's going to be beautiful."
"You're crazy," Ytol pointed out, "But I like your style."
The girl smiled again, then hissed, "If we're going to kill everyone, first we need to target those who could cause but a minor irritation... I hate being annoyed."
Make sure, during the first posts etc it just kind of introduces your character. Maybe a little bit of a fight scene or something so we all know how they fight, but we won't introduce the villains yet. I'll do a post about it after all those who are actively contributing (as in, are willing to do so immediately) have all done at least one post. It will be better that way, so people get to know the characters.
So this is what we're doing:
The first parts of the story will be introducing the characters and they will slowly get to know one another. It will be good guys vs bad guys for a start to keep things simple.
Every 2 weeks, though, after our characters have met, that is, we will go on to a post and talk. We will talk AS our characters, in like a role-play kind of thing. Then someone will be voted to write it up into a story form.
Later on in the story, there MAY be a mix-up depending on how things work out. Then our characters would work with the villains depending whom they would get along with.
REMEMBER: If you character has bad intentions etc, they will be a villain.
Also: I will be using the themes of the latest part of my SP Fanfic (Part 10) that's on my blog. It would be a good idea if you could all read it so you would understand. The link is: dragonapine.blogspot.co.uk
And yeah, here is the prologue kind of thing. It is from Ytol Heas' (one of my villains) point of view:
There was a sensation of falling. Like he had just woken up from a bad dream. Then Ytol Heas opened his eyes again. Finally.
All around him there was darkness, apart from a harsh white light that nearly blinded him.
He realised he couldn't breathe. Every time he tried to intake breath his lungs filled with liquid. Water. Salty water.
Ytol felt his brain coming back to life. A sudden surge of thoughts and feelings and memories. He remembered everything perfectly. Everything tiny detail of his plan. And how it had failed. He had made Mevolent, then he had been killed.
It was a shame, really. The great things he could have done...
His magic came back a second later, and he made himself grow gills either side of his neck. He could breathe again. Even water filling his lungs felt good after the long period of darkness.
Then he turned his attention to the light. It was someone in a diver's helmet. They paddled silently in the water and just stared at him.
Ytol couldn't help but wince as his slightly decomposed flesh started knitting and knotting back together.
He moved with the speed of a cleaver. He grasped the person by the throat so tight he felt their blood straining to get through his iron-tight grip.
"Who are you?" he hissed, "What did you do to me?"
He yanked off their helmet and transformed the water around them into air. He got rid of the gills and loosened his grip on their throat slightly.
It was a girl.
She was about fourteen, with black hair and it seemed black eyes with no pupils. Her skin was cracked and blistered around her eyes and mouth, and seemed to also glisten black.
The girl placed a hand on his wrist, and with unnatural strength she twisted his hand away.
"My name is not important," she said, hissing slightly at the end of each word, "Neither is what I am. I didn't do anything to you. I did something for you. I have the power over life and death. I have brought back some of the most powerful people you can imagine and convinced some of those who aren't deceased to join us in a quest for greatness. A quest for destruction. And now I am asking you to join us."
"What if I refuse, and decide to kill you?" Ytol asked curiously.
"You will not manage. And I will leave you here at the bottom of the ocean in the wreckage of the plane you decided to use as your headquarters. How could you be really that stupid? That's just an open invitation for your plans being ruined."
"I also know another thing that stopped me," he spat, "Dragona Pine."
The girl smiled, displaying an array of black glistening fangs, "If you join us, you can get to destroy Dragona Pine in any way you wish."
"Then I accept," Ytol said quickly, "I accept your proposal."
"You will be a valuble contribution to our cause," the girl said, "That you will indeed."
"May I ask who we are going to kill?" he asked.
"Everyone," she replied with another gentle smile, "We're going to kill everyone Mr Heas. And it's going to be beautiful."
"You're crazy," Ytol pointed out, "But I like your style."
The girl smiled again, then hissed, "If we're going to kill everyone, first we need to target those who could cause but a minor irritation... I hate being annoyed."
Make sure, during the first posts etc it just kind of introduces your character. Maybe a little bit of a fight scene or something so we all know how they fight, but we won't introduce the villains yet. I'll do a post about it after all those who are actively contributing (as in, are willing to do so immediately) have all done at least one post. It will be better that way, so people get to know the characters.
Saturday, 4 May 2013
Questions & Answers
So now we've sorted out the villains, our OCs and the general storyline. This is the post for when people are confused, they get their questions answered before specifics are decided and we start writing.
Friday, 3 May 2013
Villains
Hello again, Dead Reapers.
Some of you may be confused - there will be a question & answer post tomorrow where if you don't understand anything, it will all be sorted out.
However, now is the time for the villains. The bad guys. The people who we will be fighting (at least for a start). Alike with the characters post, we need to post our villains in the same manner we did with our OCs. However, we will also need to think about their reasons. Their reasons for behaving a certain way. Will it be revenge, or something more personal?
We have also decided that there will be a mix up of our OCs and the villains later on in the story. We're keeping it simple for a start, BUT their reasons will have an effect on who works with who later on. So it might be helpful to also say who they could, and could not, get on with, looking back at the characters on the previous post.
If your villains are dead - I have that covered. The first part of the story that I will post (thanks for pointing that out, Brad), will give a short prologue about it. If you could also add "deceased" if they're dead, or "living" if they're not, would also be appreciated.
Some of your characters may be bad guys, or have evil intentions - or just enjoy torturing people. You will be on the side of the other villains for the start, though when everything mixes up it'll be fine.
As stated in the previous post, there is an aspect of my story that I would like to have added in. It's not a new character as such, though it could come in useful. I have nearly finished the part, and if you could all read it it would be appreciated to help to understand what I'm talking about. You do not have to read any other part of my story to understand this. After people have read it, I will tell you what I was thinking in terms of a link to the plot.
Some of you may be confused - there will be a question & answer post tomorrow where if you don't understand anything, it will all be sorted out.
However, now is the time for the villains. The bad guys. The people who we will be fighting (at least for a start). Alike with the characters post, we need to post our villains in the same manner we did with our OCs. However, we will also need to think about their reasons. Their reasons for behaving a certain way. Will it be revenge, or something more personal?
We have also decided that there will be a mix up of our OCs and the villains later on in the story. We're keeping it simple for a start, BUT their reasons will have an effect on who works with who later on. So it might be helpful to also say who they could, and could not, get on with, looking back at the characters on the previous post.
If your villains are dead - I have that covered. The first part of the story that I will post (thanks for pointing that out, Brad), will give a short prologue about it. If you could also add "deceased" if they're dead, or "living" if they're not, would also be appreciated.
Some of your characters may be bad guys, or have evil intentions - or just enjoy torturing people. You will be on the side of the other villains for the start, though when everything mixes up it'll be fine.
As stated in the previous post, there is an aspect of my story that I would like to have added in. It's not a new character as such, though it could come in useful. I have nearly finished the part, and if you could all read it it would be appreciated to help to understand what I'm talking about. You do not have to read any other part of my story to understand this. After people have read it, I will tell you what I was thinking in terms of a link to the plot.
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Characters
Hello Dead Reapers.
Yesterday we managed to sort out the general storyline, as in, the vague overview. There will be time to figure out the specifics later, after we have discussed several other factors. If you have not yet read what we discussed about the storyline, please go on to the post named "Discussions etc" and read the comments.
Today, it is time for the characters. Our OCs. The people who will be in the team. NOT the villains, they will be the next thing to decide.
Our characters will play a big part in the story. They will fight together (well, at least until later on in the story), they will talk, and they will interact.
We need to decide which characters we're going to use by posting their biographies (their name, age, magical ability, appearance etc) here. You CAN use more than one OC as a good guy, just as you can use more than one villain. You will need to post every OC you wish to use in the comment section, though you can add more when we start writing if you wish.
In terms of characters, we also need to think about who will and won't get along. As stated yesterday, we were (kind of) planning for it to be a good guys vs bad guys story for a start, though it will get mixed up later because the villains WILL have good reasons for doing whatever. So if characters have arguments, it could have a dramatic effect in the mix-up that will occur later in the story. Friends could turn to enemies, allies could turn into... uh, not-allies. And this could change the outcome of the story.
It would also be a good idea, if anyone has any specific ways in which they want their characters to be treated (e.g. Dragona DEFINITELY doesn't like being made fun of), then to post that too.
In terms of one of my OCs, my main one, Dragona, will gain something extra in my fanfic. So it would be particulary useful if all you Dead Reapers would read the piece that I've nearly finished, as there is a certain aspect of something I would like to include in Dead Reaping.
Yesterday we managed to sort out the general storyline, as in, the vague overview. There will be time to figure out the specifics later, after we have discussed several other factors. If you have not yet read what we discussed about the storyline, please go on to the post named "Discussions etc" and read the comments.
Today, it is time for the characters. Our OCs. The people who will be in the team. NOT the villains, they will be the next thing to decide.
Our characters will play a big part in the story. They will fight together (well, at least until later on in the story), they will talk, and they will interact.
We need to decide which characters we're going to use by posting their biographies (their name, age, magical ability, appearance etc) here. You CAN use more than one OC as a good guy, just as you can use more than one villain. You will need to post every OC you wish to use in the comment section, though you can add more when we start writing if you wish.
In terms of characters, we also need to think about who will and won't get along. As stated yesterday, we were (kind of) planning for it to be a good guys vs bad guys story for a start, though it will get mixed up later because the villains WILL have good reasons for doing whatever. So if characters have arguments, it could have a dramatic effect in the mix-up that will occur later in the story. Friends could turn to enemies, allies could turn into... uh, not-allies. And this could change the outcome of the story.
It would also be a good idea, if anyone has any specific ways in which they want their characters to be treated (e.g. Dragona DEFINITELY doesn't like being made fun of), then to post that too.
In terms of one of my OCs, my main one, Dragona, will gain something extra in my fanfic. So it would be particulary useful if all you Dead Reapers would read the piece that I've nearly finished, as there is a certain aspect of something I would like to include in Dead Reaping.
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Discussions Etc
Hello. And if you are reading this, welcome. You have all chosen to join Dead Reaping, a new joint-story that we will write as a team.
As a team.
This is the idea that I had in my head, but of course if someone wants to add something or take it away etc then feel free to have a suggestion. Everyone's voice will be heard.
Your story has a bad guy, right? Someone who causes mass destruction and is eventually beaten, in a very dramatic and expert way. I have had several. Ytol Heas, Durham Laslit and currently The Dark Shadow who will be featuring in my fanfiction, which I have not yet written.
But, what if the bad guys came back to life? What if they joined forces? What if they decided it was a good idea to take revenge on those who had beaten them? What if the entire world was in jeopardy and it was time, for the people who defeated them the first time, to stand up and fight for their lives?
However, teamwork would be the key factor. I know my villains are exceptionally powerful, able to destroy a building at a wave of a hand. So, of course, no one would be able to indivudally try and destroy numerous people of this strength. No one would be able to, by themselves, take on their army of evil mages who are all hell-bent on destruction.
So, of course, teamwork would be the only option. Even if our characters don't exactly get along, they would have to work together to be able to succeed. And, as a team, we would have to meet up. We would have to discuss what our plans were. We would work in small groups. We would have to plan things.
So why not write it as a story itself?
I was thinking, every 2 weeks we'd go on to a specific post and talk about what our plans would be, and reply etc as our character. We would have to talk about recent things that had happened, and the future plans for trying to take the army of villains down. And if there were other characters we wanted to use apart from the ones we've named our taken names after, we'd be able to use them too.
Then we could vote for someone who would write up the discussions in a story form. The person couldn't be chosen more than twice in a row, so everyone would get a turn. They would write up the discussion and post it as a story, so it could work as a meeting of our characters to discuss what they were going to do.
And, by nature, we would have to split off into smaller groups. If you wanted to partner with someone, you'd have to ask them and write about the same thing, just from a different perspective. So if, for example, your character and that of your friends' was going to target a specific person and team up to do so, both of you would have to write about the experience but saying how your character specifically reacted. How he/she felt.
These are just ideas, and it'd be great to hear some of yours. I will do several other posts where we decide on the people involved, as this post is just for general ideas and what the storyline will actually be about, in general. So next post, we the list of our characters we want to use. The post after that, villains. Then we can sort out groups, if people want to do that.
Then we start writing.
As for the rules, I'm trying to keep them as relaxed as possible. So, basically, if you want to add swear words into your story, make sure you put ***s between the first and last letters. And don't do anything with a character the owner doesn't want you to.
And also, be nice.
Welcome, Dead Reapers.
As a team.
This is the idea that I had in my head, but of course if someone wants to add something or take it away etc then feel free to have a suggestion. Everyone's voice will be heard.
Your story has a bad guy, right? Someone who causes mass destruction and is eventually beaten, in a very dramatic and expert way. I have had several. Ytol Heas, Durham Laslit and currently The Dark Shadow who will be featuring in my fanfiction, which I have not yet written.
But, what if the bad guys came back to life? What if they joined forces? What if they decided it was a good idea to take revenge on those who had beaten them? What if the entire world was in jeopardy and it was time, for the people who defeated them the first time, to stand up and fight for their lives?
However, teamwork would be the key factor. I know my villains are exceptionally powerful, able to destroy a building at a wave of a hand. So, of course, no one would be able to indivudally try and destroy numerous people of this strength. No one would be able to, by themselves, take on their army of evil mages who are all hell-bent on destruction.
So, of course, teamwork would be the only option. Even if our characters don't exactly get along, they would have to work together to be able to succeed. And, as a team, we would have to meet up. We would have to discuss what our plans were. We would work in small groups. We would have to plan things.
So why not write it as a story itself?
I was thinking, every 2 weeks we'd go on to a specific post and talk about what our plans would be, and reply etc as our character. We would have to talk about recent things that had happened, and the future plans for trying to take the army of villains down. And if there were other characters we wanted to use apart from the ones we've named our taken names after, we'd be able to use them too.
Then we could vote for someone who would write up the discussions in a story form. The person couldn't be chosen more than twice in a row, so everyone would get a turn. They would write up the discussion and post it as a story, so it could work as a meeting of our characters to discuss what they were going to do.
And, by nature, we would have to split off into smaller groups. If you wanted to partner with someone, you'd have to ask them and write about the same thing, just from a different perspective. So if, for example, your character and that of your friends' was going to target a specific person and team up to do so, both of you would have to write about the experience but saying how your character specifically reacted. How he/she felt.
These are just ideas, and it'd be great to hear some of yours. I will do several other posts where we decide on the people involved, as this post is just for general ideas and what the storyline will actually be about, in general. So next post, we the list of our characters we want to use. The post after that, villains. Then we can sort out groups, if people want to do that.
Then we start writing.
As for the rules, I'm trying to keep them as relaxed as possible. So, basically, if you want to add swear words into your story, make sure you put ***s between the first and last letters. And don't do anything with a character the owner doesn't want you to.
And also, be nice.
Welcome, Dead Reapers.
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