Threshold‘We are gathered here this day to unite this man, Marcus Anthony Darkheed and this woman, Ada Jayce Lawton in the bonds of holy matrimony which is an honorable estate. Into this, these two now come to be joined.’
The gentle breeze blew the bride’s dress, her shimmering beauty reflected in the countless eyes on her, all proud and joyful to witness the marriage of these two. ‘Well suited’ it had been said…the very words of the most cynical man for miles around. The grass beneath their feet replaced the interior of the church where they might have been wed, but all those who had been slightly hesitant to this final venue’s decision quickly dispelled their initial frets. What could be better? The sun was shining, the open field was a fertile green and the trees; covered in decorations and gently showering their blossoms gave a dreamlike serenity to the scene.
‘…will you have this woman as your lawful wedded wife, to live together in the estate of matrimony? Will you love her, honor her, comfort her, and keep her in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, be true to her as long as you both shall live?’
‘I will’
†
Lightening struck. The scorched ground resembled a blackened wound upon otherwise perfect skin, an immaculate pasture of dark green. The sky warped and twisted, at first only very slightly, but sparks and crackles formed about it, splitting the sky to reveal a great opening. A huge portal wavered into view, a horizontal twister coursing into its incalculable depths. No sooner had this mighty doorway formed than several coal-black clad, bright-eyed humanoids stepped from it. One after another they lined up at the front of the portal, directly adjacent to one another, until there were twenty. Lined perfectly from one side of the portal to the other. A final member emerged, walking to the front of the others in order to address them. He held aloft a scroll, broke the seal, unrolled and read from it, a simple command spoken in a coarse, unforgiving voice:
‘You are to capture commander Darkheed and bring him here for transportation. Information is required of him; it is necessary that he remains alive. If need be, use his partner to lure him to us. The location you already know. Go now’
They nodded and spread out, splitting evenly in a pincer-like formation to stealthily take on their quarry from both sides.
†
‘I pronounce this couple to be husband and…’
The priest fell to his knees, tumbling forward, his head hitting the soft earth and he fell unconscious. Behind him now stood one of the dark ninjas, eyeing the bride and groom maliciously. Before they could respond to the situation the throng of well wishers were in disarray, several of the ninjas swarmed them from behind, leaping over tables and scaring them away. Marc was first to react; his fist striking the first’s jaw sending him sprawling. Two more came from behind, katanas poised to finish him. He shook them off, gathering up a long metal candlestick and parried the first blow from a cruel blade, edging the ninja to his right to gain vantage from the makeshift altar. He was ever aware of the gathering enemies around him, circling, and the distance now from his fiancé…. but it was too late, she was being carried, having been gathered up by three of them. She was giving them a hard time, kicking and punching, yet was mired by her long dress. Marc cursed, swooping down upon his enemies, knocking them back and gaining some space for foot movement. He used it, swinging his metal candlestick staff, clobbering one ninja on the side of his head, a wound unlikely to heal, he crumpled to the floor moaning. Marc, using his staff to pole-vault, launched himself over a ninja’s head. His boot connected with the ninja’s chin, knocking him backwards and snapping his neck. Marc ran from them, but Ada was gone.
Marc fled, ready to turn at any moment, yet more came before him. Desperatley seeking some form of shelter he took the only route he could think of in the chaos of the moment, a lining of trees that marked the East border. He was soon in the thick of them, running fast, looking back to see several of his foes still tailing him…but where was she? He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to her, she meant everything to him. Then in a daze of running, he lost his footing, straightened up - but there was no forest floor to stand on, he was tumbling down a bank, blood rushing to his head. Down and down he rolled, snagging his clothes on twigs and stones, ripping them and his flesh, hurtling aimlessly downwards, battering his body. He surrendered himself to a dizzy death, and his face connected with a trunk. Darkness.
†
They dragged and pushed her to the portal, and taking off her dress as carefully as she could in the hands of these brutish aliens, she grabbed them by their arms. Although masked, as all the ninjas were, she could see their expressions of surprise through the slits for their eyes at her strength. ‘Men’ she scorned, bringing their heads together with a thud. The other stood, disregarding his floored comrades and rushed at her with his katana, but slipping off one of her shoes, she aimed and threw, the heel slid straight through the man’s eye, piercing his brain. He fell flat on his back, his own sword spinning up through the air and cutting deep into his chest, the blade quivered amidst his already dead ribs. Ada stilled it with a hand upon the hilt, pulling it out to arm herself. Taking off her other shoe she discarded it, running barefoot back through the field. Little did she know that if she had gone just a little further, over the next bump in fact, she’d have seen the portal.
†
The portal crackled again, and the remaining ninjas stood away, dumbfounded ‘They weren’t sending anyone else yet, were they?’ asked one ‘quiet’ hissed another in reply. Out stepped a hoof, followed by the faint smell of brimstone and two huge red eyes, four great arms ending in cruel talons and a mighty body of sweltering heat, adorned in the corpses of humans that were ever pulsating in their final death-throws like video clips on-loop. The creature growled, it’s huge eyes flashing at the tiny men before him, smoke pouring from his mucous-filled nostrils. They stood petrified and as if willingly, allowed themselves to be gathered up in his filthy hellish paw only to be devoured in his clamping jaws a moment later, their bones cracking and flesh tearing noisily amidst his fangs. He snorted, surveying the area around him, then the demon paced further out into the field…
†
Marc’s eyes flickered open. His head still spun, but he was alive. He was relieved to remember he still remembered, that being knocked out had not killed, nor even lost him his memory…but any long-term damage remained to be seen. He tried to stand, but wavered and fell to his knees, he was still on uneven earth, and still really quite dizzy. He felt his head with his hand, removed it, and looked at it, it was sticky with blood, but he was relieved to find that it was almost dried.
Ada!! Where was she? He had to find her, they would pay dearly for this. He snapped off a weak branch, leaned on it slightly, and slid a little, trying to find some footing on which to walk. He looked up; he would have to find another way. His body ached and bled freely; he needed some form of healing.
OOC:
Ok, originally I just wanted an RP where everyone could mess around with different characters from different places, but in one world. That probably wouldn’t have worked though, so instead I’ve made a basic little plot to work around, with the opportunity for a wide array of characters to emerge from the rather large portal opened by those mysterious ninja assailants. (called ninjas for lack of a better name, they could simply be otherworldly bandits or something, at this point their identities are rather a mystery).
The portal has weakness in that it links a number of different worlds, already a demon has entered the world to cause havoc, and there’s the danger that more evil could spill from the rift to poison the land.
I’ve left the whole wedding thing rather open, the ninjas are those of an army that are set to ravage the land, and having previously sent spies to this word, recognize Marc as a great leader. Having captured, tortured , gained information and finally killed him, they suppose that morale among his ranks will be sent into disarray, and they will be able to take the world and it’s resources for their own, in a later attack.
Anyways, there are a few characters to work with, and anyone can enter. It is a serious RP, but the rules are a bit more loose in that you can be a bit more liberal when choosing who you want you use, and what you want to do.
Sorry about the start being a wedding, which is rather like Elfie’s The Golden Basilica, and the fact that this is a bit…shite so far , anyways, if you reply I hope you get something out of it .
Edited by: Venomblade Warrior at: 4/7/04 6:48 pm
Laria walked through the forest, humming and muttering to herself. She gathered some herbs and vines as she walked, stuffing them into a basket that dangled in the crook of her left arm. A long and knarled oak staff held in her right hand tapped the ground in an irritated manner.
"Why do I keep her? All she does is moan and sigh! Never a day's work!!" Laria muttered angrily, swiping at an innocent bush. A colourful bird flew up into the trees with an offended squawk.
"Can't even learn anything!! How many times have I told her, you do not touch the crystal in my room?! But never does she listen!! Never!! Why I should....who's that?"
A young man stumbled through the bushes, leaning on a stick. At times he'd stop and call out, "Ada!! Where are you? Ada, answer me!!" He slipped on a tree root, falling onto the damp earth with a curse.
Laria watched him, her birdlike eyes glistening. He wasn't bad looking, she thought. Tall, good hair, bright eyes, strong body...yes yes, he wasn't bad looking at all! She watched him raise himself up slowly, wincing with pain. Her gaze on him sharpened as he sobbed quietly to himself, whispering a girl's name. Ada...even the wind seemed to be whispering it.
Here was something, Laria thought. Obviously something...or someone...had attacked these people. The girl was gone, the boy badly hurt. Suddenly all the problems that Natalia had caused her were forgotten. Purposefully thumping her staff upon the ground, she walked towards the young man, vines trailing from her basket.
The boy looked up, startled. Before him stood a tiny old woman. Curls of the purest white tumbled across her thin shoulders. An old oaken staff was clasped in one thin hand, a basket full of vines and something else that gave off a heady smell, in the other. A strange amulet hung around her neck, a deep red stone set in the center. But it were her eyes that caught him, mesmerized him. Two dark birdlike eyes, depths unknown, stared at him. There was something akin to amusement and curiosity in them.
"Well, young man." The voice was young and strong, unlike her appearance. "Well. What brings you here?"
"Please...my wife...Ada...have you seen her?" He looked up at the strange old woman pleadingly.
"No one's been through these woods today save me...and now you. Who are you?" She tapped her staff.
"Marc...Marc Darkheed." Marc swayed from exhaustion.
The two hands stayed him. He opened his eyes to see the woman kneeling before him. "Who...who are you?"
"Laria...never mind me. You cant find this wife of yours in this condition. You must be healed first."
Laria fumbled in her basket, drawing out a crystal vial filled with amber liquid. Tilting his head back, she poured some of it down his throat. Slowly, the boy fell asleep.
"Now comes the real work." she muttered. "Come!"
Tapping his leg with her staff, she walked towards her house.
, anyways, if you reply I hope you get something out of it 
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