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I am making this story because I love Skyrim, and fairy tail. It is based a little on that.
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Natsu smiles at his opponent, ready for combat. His reawakened spirit shines through his body, as he lights his fists. He jumps, as he breathes in the flames of hell itself, his lungs expanding rapidly... His 2 opponents stare in fear of their ferocious enemy and ready themselves...
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I try and help the WBO, so here's some important threads, and some important posts. I haven't been on for a while, so pm me on updates please!! [spoiler]
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Prologue:
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This is a country where wonder fills your eyes, and where sadness drifts away like alertness in a history lesson. This… is Tamriel…
In this world, there is a council… the council of peace… yes… I think that is what they call it. It was founded around 20 or so years ago. Before the council, there were two great kings. They would rule the whole of the world, which we call Fiorr, together, but then one day, there was the incident…
The elder brother was always known to be a little more devious. But no-one knew that those small childish pranks, were the beginning of a great evil…
When the two kings were small… and you’ll have to excuse me here, I tend to sleep in history; they would play together, learn together fight together, and eat together. However, when the elder king – Oreor – got to the age of… the age of… um… Sorry… let me just think for a moment… Ah yes! When Oreor got to the age of around 14, he started to do things on his own.
No… No… Please… please keep listening, don’t just walk away, I don’t like to be alone; please don’t, PLEASE! It was very strange for two kings to not do everything together, and this made the public very suspicious.
Slowly and slowly, the land that would once thrive with happy children smiling and jumping and begging for balloons from there parents, was becoming a land where the citizens would live in suspicion and dread.
One day, the younger brother, Grozero, decided to change his brother. No one knows what happened that night… except me…
Grozero went to his brother’s room that day, and decided to talk to him about the pain he was causing to the people of Fiorr. After that day, Grozero lived only to find impending doom. How do I know this you ask? I was the person who retrieved the notebook of Orior, where he describes the details. However, I did not find the page of the murder itself… here is what it says-
I was never kinder to brother than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb brother’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eyes always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and brother sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what my brother felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of brother's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spots – the EYES. Oh how I hated those eyes! They had always been special, with the great joy filled inside them… I had learnt about them when I was small, and I knew mine were special as well. There was no reason for there to be two special eyes, so I conjured up my energy, and forced it to my hands…
That day, Grozero died. Even I don’t know how… When the people heard this, there was a rebellion. However, the rebellion led to a democracy, where the council of peace was elected. It was made up of five different people – a mage, a general, a monk, a priest and a ranger. They decided that for there to be an equal rule, and no rebellion which would harm the world the most, it would have to be split up.
And that is where we get Tamriel. It is the biggest country in on its continent, Alpha. In Tamriel lie guilds, where people are nurtured, cared for and trained. There are different type of guilds, assassin guilds, thief guilds, soldier guilds, range guilds, and the strongest of all, magic guilds.
One certain guild in Tamriel is Lambent Soul…
In this world, there is a council… the council of peace… yes… I think that is what they call it. It was founded around 20 or so years ago. Before the council, there were two great kings. They would rule the whole of the world, which we call Fiorr, together, but then one day, there was the incident…
The elder brother was always known to be a little more devious. But no-one knew that those small childish pranks, were the beginning of a great evil…
When the two kings were small… and you’ll have to excuse me here, I tend to sleep in history; they would play together, learn together fight together, and eat together. However, when the elder king – Oreor – got to the age of… the age of… um… Sorry… let me just think for a moment… Ah yes! When Oreor got to the age of around 14, he started to do things on his own.
No… No… Please… please keep listening, don’t just walk away, I don’t like to be alone; please don’t, PLEASE! It was very strange for two kings to not do everything together, and this made the public very suspicious.
Slowly and slowly, the land that would once thrive with happy children smiling and jumping and begging for balloons from there parents, was becoming a land where the citizens would live in suspicion and dread.
One day, the younger brother, Grozero, decided to change his brother. No one knows what happened that night… except me…
Grozero went to his brother’s room that day, and decided to talk to him about the pain he was causing to the people of Fiorr. After that day, Grozero lived only to find impending doom. How do I know this you ask? I was the person who retrieved the notebook of Orior, where he describes the details. However, I did not find the page of the murder itself… here is what it says-
I was never kinder to brother than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb brother’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eyes always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and brother sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what my brother felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of brother's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spots – the EYES. Oh how I hated those eyes! They had always been special, with the great joy filled inside them… I had learnt about them when I was small, and I knew mine were special as well. There was no reason for there to be two special eyes, so I conjured up my energy, and forced it to my hands…
That day, Grozero died. Even I don’t know how… When the people heard this, there was a rebellion. However, the rebellion led to a democracy, where the council of peace was elected. It was made up of five different people – a mage, a general, a monk, a priest and a ranger. They decided that for there to be an equal rule, and no rebellion which would harm the world the most, it would have to be split up.
And that is where we get Tamriel. It is the biggest country in on its continent, Alpha. In Tamriel lie guilds, where people are nurtured, cared for and trained. There are different type of guilds, assassin guilds, thief guilds, soldier guilds, range guilds, and the strongest of all, magic guilds.
One certain guild in Tamriel is Lambent Soul…
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Natsu smiles at his opponent, ready for combat. His reawakened spirit shines through his body, as he lights his fists. He jumps, as he breathes in the flames of hell itself, his lungs expanding rapidly... His 2 opponents stare in fear of their ferocious enemy and ready themselves...
Members I wish to battle:
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- Switchblad3r
- XKai_DranzerX
- Bularieleone
- Kyler_the best
- Luck
- Blitz
- Manicben
- Akio314
- Rnold201
- Kai-v
- Shining God MS
- Ryukiba
- Hakumen
- SoulNinja
- AZL
- UltimiteOrion
- Ingulit
- Ga'Hooleone
- BEYWIKI
- The beywiki project
- Difference between duo and phantom
- WBO community rules
- Comprtitive MFB discussions
- Build me a combo
- Competitive Heavy Metal System Combos
- Misconception of R vs R2F and possibility of LRF
- Bey Marketplace
- Beginner's guide to custom MFB construction
- A new, Experimental RuleSet?!
- RS vs RDF vs RB vs CS vs RSF
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and I can wait on another Jack, Ace and Ryu story!XD
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