NovaKing
08-22-2006, 05:12 AM
i have an idea for where this should go....but this is not just my story so please you may join freind or foe. i will inform you if you are out of line. though i doubt you will be, you may join in at any time. just follow my lead.
oh i should also like to add before our story commencess that all are writers at heart. so please do not look at this and think in any way that you are not qualified to join.. because you are: if you can imagine it you can write it.
and one final thing, you can only have one character. But if you character dies you can start up another one, i guess what im trying to say is no god moding ( ps i doubt your character will get killed off unless you hint that you wish her or him to become an important death in the story( make sure the hint is subtle ))
darkness is meager compared to nothingness.....
As a prelude to the begining may i shed some light on this new world. We are far past the time when tribes of individual bending styles waged war against each other. no, our story sings a different song. people have become mixed about, no longer does the blood line remain strictly water, fire, earth, and air, now all live together not in tribes but in kingdoms. A new type of bending has arissen in this mix. there are no masters to the new bending and you must train through mannuals in print. these benders are benders of two varieties of bending, they are called splice benders as there powers usually tend to favor one style over the other. asside from this there are even rumers of new benders
most benders are now splice benders and it is dificult to find a pure bender. our story begins in the coastal kingdom of the Blue Tiger neighbor to Almexia.
We lift the curtains to our play on the ever raining feilds of The Valley Charm. Today the skys rubled with a particular malice and the clouds where a tinge darker then any had ever seen. there was only one village in the entire Valley Charm, it was a travelers rest midway across the hilly valley. all roads eventually lead to the village, and through it. standing on this very road, on this very stormy night, was a man shrouded by a blue jacket. the man was under one of the many wooden umbrelas that had been set up along the roads. This umbrela was on the top of a hill that over looked the dark village midway of the Valley. Under his breath he uttered: " the day weeps and the air is frigid, what things bring sorrow to this place?"
this mans name was: Neptune Pendragon
His Aperence (as i said): he wore a blue jacket, the jacket was undecorated except by a sheild shaped badge, (which had nothing writen on it).
His bending style: Unknown
his chosen weapon: a metal pole no longer then two and a half feet.
[that is all you need to put your past mey be explained as we continue on through the story]
A bolt of lightning hit one of the many giant poles near the village. the sky lit up flashing the village with a glimpse of light. Pendragon ( whos eyes had already been transfixed on the village entrance bellow ) spotted somthing at the gate of the village. There, staring straigt back at him, was another person in a hooded jacket. Pendragon continued his gaze till the light died down and the village disapeared into darkness. an orb of light apeared where the man had just stood. as soon as you could blink your eyes twenty more arose and illuminated the entire wooden entrance and the hooded figure. The hooded spector turned around to pendragon. pendragon squinted, atempting to make out what the Silhouette was doing. The figure sweeped its hand to the left. the door, as if beconed by the hand, followed flying twenty feet then tumbling to a stop.
After one last look back the hooded figure swept into the quite village his orbs close behind. pendragon pulled a metal pole out from under his jacket and chased down the stone path after the man, into the silent village.
oh i should also like to add before our story commencess that all are writers at heart. so please do not look at this and think in any way that you are not qualified to join.. because you are: if you can imagine it you can write it.
and one final thing, you can only have one character. But if you character dies you can start up another one, i guess what im trying to say is no god moding ( ps i doubt your character will get killed off unless you hint that you wish her or him to become an important death in the story( make sure the hint is subtle ))
darkness is meager compared to nothingness.....
As a prelude to the begining may i shed some light on this new world. We are far past the time when tribes of individual bending styles waged war against each other. no, our story sings a different song. people have become mixed about, no longer does the blood line remain strictly water, fire, earth, and air, now all live together not in tribes but in kingdoms. A new type of bending has arissen in this mix. there are no masters to the new bending and you must train through mannuals in print. these benders are benders of two varieties of bending, they are called splice benders as there powers usually tend to favor one style over the other. asside from this there are even rumers of new benders
most benders are now splice benders and it is dificult to find a pure bender. our story begins in the coastal kingdom of the Blue Tiger neighbor to Almexia.
We lift the curtains to our play on the ever raining feilds of The Valley Charm. Today the skys rubled with a particular malice and the clouds where a tinge darker then any had ever seen. there was only one village in the entire Valley Charm, it was a travelers rest midway across the hilly valley. all roads eventually lead to the village, and through it. standing on this very road, on this very stormy night, was a man shrouded by a blue jacket. the man was under one of the many wooden umbrelas that had been set up along the roads. This umbrela was on the top of a hill that over looked the dark village midway of the Valley. Under his breath he uttered: " the day weeps and the air is frigid, what things bring sorrow to this place?"
this mans name was: Neptune Pendragon
His Aperence (as i said): he wore a blue jacket, the jacket was undecorated except by a sheild shaped badge, (which had nothing writen on it).
His bending style: Unknown
his chosen weapon: a metal pole no longer then two and a half feet.
[that is all you need to put your past mey be explained as we continue on through the story]
A bolt of lightning hit one of the many giant poles near the village. the sky lit up flashing the village with a glimpse of light. Pendragon ( whos eyes had already been transfixed on the village entrance bellow ) spotted somthing at the gate of the village. There, staring straigt back at him, was another person in a hooded jacket. Pendragon continued his gaze till the light died down and the village disapeared into darkness. an orb of light apeared where the man had just stood. as soon as you could blink your eyes twenty more arose and illuminated the entire wooden entrance and the hooded figure. The hooded spector turned around to pendragon. pendragon squinted, atempting to make out what the Silhouette was doing. The figure sweeped its hand to the left. the door, as if beconed by the hand, followed flying twenty feet then tumbling to a stop.
After one last look back the hooded figure swept into the quite village his orbs close behind. pendragon pulled a metal pole out from under his jacket and chased down the stone path after the man, into the silent village.