The Cursed: Rise of the Five Emperors

[Wasilis]

Many stars were scattered across the night sky. The moon next to them was as shiny as the sun would be. It seemed that the moon and the stars were shining at their brightest. The sky was clear on this warm fall night. Not even a fluffy, white cloud was over passing the sky night. Nobody was out enjoying this beautiful night, except one person. However he wasn’t out in this scary forest to enjoy it.

He was moving quickly to his destination and occasionally looked down at something he was holding in his right hand. His characteristics weren’t visible, at least with the naked eye, but somebody could easily understand that this person was worried and hasty. The sweat was running in torrents down his skin.

Eventually, after a few minutes, the man reached his destination. Now his face’s characteristics were visible thanks to the moonlight that hit his face. He was a quite young-looking man with significant silver eyes. Everyone would agree that this person wasn’t an ordinary human, but someone special. After all it isn’t common to see such eyes. His nose was sharp and quite big in contrast to his thin lips; a rather uncommon combination at least for the human population. The man’s head was angular in shape, with shoulder long hair residing on the top of his scalp. Its color was blue, cerulean blue to be exact.

Slowly he raised his hand on the air; the one, with which he was holding the item. The item had not many details on it. The best description for it is just a plain gadget. Suddenly, out of the blue, the gadget began glowing. A stunning bright light covered the whole area. The man, who appeared to be around his early forties, placed his left hand in front of his silver eyes. After all the light blinded him.

Soon enough a beam was shot high on the air by the gadget or rather by the man who controlled it. The beam created a mark on the air. It looked so real that it was like it was inscribed on the night sky. The mark said: “It’s time to gather, original cursed ones.” The man giggled. “It is about time!” he said loudly with his strident voice.

Meanwhile in a small village…

A young boy, about 15 years old, was running through the streets of it. The wind was blowing against his face making his hair to move carelessly. Some citizens were running after him. “Come back!” they yelled at him. However he didn’t reply. He ignored them; he just smiled as he kept running.

At this point Riverwood, the boy’s name, noticed a fork. Without losing time he took the right direction. Fortunately the villagers weren’t fast enough to catch up with him and they stopped running. “If I ever see him again I am going to kill him!” one of them said.

Riverwood was grasping. After he realized that he had escaped he stopped running as well. “I was lucky!” he muttered. “If they had touched me, they would kill themselves!” he whispered in a tone only he could hear. “And after all I just stole something to eat! I was hungry after traveling so many days!”

His appearance was something like this; his hair had a mixture of brown and blonde color, was messy and reached until the bottom of his neck, and he had slightly small eyes. His upper body was adorned by a light blue, long-sleeved shirt with a silhouette of a wolf’s head on it. Over the shirt was a dark gold, black rimmed vest. On the right side of the best was a pocket where he'd be able to store a small object. He had tucked the shirt under his dark grey slacks. He wore a black belt around his slacks. On the black belt was a gold-colored buckle that glinted under light. His slacks were particularly long, the pants ending a little bit over his white and black sneakers. He also wore a dark blue visor on his head. Emblazoned on it was an eagle's wing.

The young boy sat down to relax. He took a deep breath and he leaned his back against the wall of one of the many buildings surrounding him. Riverwood stared at the night sky. Everything was so beautiful and peaceful except for... a weird mark. “It’s time to gather, original cursed ones?" he read and he wondered what that meant.

OOC: Here is the beginning. I hope it is okay; I couldn’t think of something else. And I have already posted my 2 character's template. The first one is Sterm, the counselor of the five emperors, and the second one a cursed person.

[Shattered Redemption]

Erebos had been mingling in the forest for sometime now, he was getting a feel for being able to move about again, but it was also odd that this was where the temple that he had been sealed off was located. He knew that it was soon time for another uprising and that if anything they were all to band together, but alliances seemed to always fail. He had long since sent out corrupted soul matter into the forest, but so far none of it had signaled anything. The jaw on the skull moved a bit, as if it needed to was unknown, but a tired sounded raspy male voice drifted into the air, talking a bit of obviousness. "I expected this forest to be more tamed, but then again as I was trapped and had to learn what is, and what is not I already knew how this place was." He continued to stroll along, having nothing to really do at the time., other than wait, and remember his days an as emperor.

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A huge pair of feathered down wings flapped in the night sky, most likely noticed by some viewers from down below, another pair flapped from the creature below these, and a bit of light surrounded the body, making it have an angelic appearance, and that was just how he was assumed all those years ago when he was Emperor Mithosinan Yggdrasillex(he changed it for purposes he contained to himself. Mithos turned, his tanned face feeling the breeze. It was such a nice night, but he knew of course that this was not meant to last, there was an event tonight, and he was merely waiting for the signal. As one of the cursed, and at that one of the original cursed he had to be with the organization.........

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“It’s time to gather, original cursed ones.”

They both saw this, and Mithos was already over the forest, and Erebos had been wandering aimlessly, but when he saw the flash of light in the sky, he simply move out of the shadows, looking at the furry creature whom was in the center of a cleared out like space in the forest.

"This was a bit unnecessary don't you think?? Won't you make the others a bit obvious as they all rush to get here??" Erebos' voice rasped into the creature's ear. "There are much simpler ways of communicating you know...." He would have blinked, but seeing as how he had no eyelids, that was not exactly possible.

The flapping of Mithos' wings stopped as he dropped down, and folded his wings back. "I could have used the power of Epic Light to make something much more interesting than that. Where are the others, I would like to begin." It seemed the two Emperors of the past were choose not to speak to each other, and Mithos' mind was wandering to Syra. It had been such a very long time......

[sephiroth2]

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Sleif had been wandering the a couple of miles away from an incredible dense forest, for some time now. Suddenly stopping, Sleif could tell that many familiar energies had appeared at that instant. "So, they've finally been set free!" Sleif said to himself, knowing quite well who the energy signatures belonged too.

“It’s time to gather, original cursed ones.”

Raising his hand, a large amount of energy began to gather into the air in front of him, causing some sort of a portal to emerge. With a slight grin, Sleif stepped through the portal, causing it to instantly close. A moment later, the same gathering of energy appeared in a forest clearing, where Sleif had felt the two other familiar energies.

As he walked out of it, Sleif still had the same grin on his face, as he moved towards his very old friends. "Well now, it has been a while, hasn't it!" Sleif said to Erebos and Mithos as he finally stopped in front of it.

[OmniChaos]

Upon his release, Kardama felt three familiar forces, far from his current placement. So, he made his way toward these forces by means of shadow movement. Through the towns, fields, mountains and rivers he went until he spotted a extremely dense forest. The energy of the forces were very strong, thus very close.

“It’s time to gather, original cursed ones.”

A small grin appeared on Kardama's face as he began to run toward the forest. Just before he took a step into the wood, he melted into a shadow. He swiftly and calmly made his way through the forest. A few minutes later, he came apon a clearing where he noticed three familiar faces.

He lept upward, emerging from the shadows and landing a few feet from the forest. He slowly walked toward his old friends. "What an invitation," he said, stopping near the three emperors of the past. "It has been far too long."

[Akans]

Rawth was not nearby when the summons came, but he could feel the pull of the Cursed, as well as the sudden gathering of powerful entities.
The original Cursed were gathering. Rawth was interested as to what was going on there, but he was not one of the original Cursed. He could not join.
But that is not to say that he could not spy upon them.

Rawth left quickly, running through the forest on all fours for speed. He would not make it in time to see the emperors themselves gather, but he would arrive soon enough for him to get a small glimpse of what was happening.

Perhaps another one of the Council had felt the summons also, and had gone to investiagate...

[Spyells]

Ryan was bored and had been drawing pictures all day. Sitting against a tree in the woods, Ryan was drawing a picture of fireflys. They were the colors of green and purple. Some were large and others were small. After he had finished drawing the last firefly, they appeared and began flying around him. Smiling, Ryan closed his notebook and ran his hand through his black hair with blue streaks running through it. Ryan had tan skin and wore dark blue jeans, a white shirt, and black boots. He lived in a cave in the woods with his parents. His grandfather had been one of the original cursed, he was about 6,000 years old! Even though he didn't look a day over fifty. Ryan didn't find out that he was cursed until he was in his teen years. Ryan was now 842yrs. old, even though he didn't look a day over twenty-five.

Getting bored with trying to catch the fireflys that were getting farther away from his reach, Ryan opened his notebook and erased the picture. They all disappeared one by one. A small part of each disappearing as he erased it. Ryan could only keep this kind of magic up for so long before he got tired. He usually would draw the thing he was thinking of to bring it to life. But for certain things Ryan had to know the spell for it, spells in which he himself had invented. This kind of power had limits, and could exhaust him quickly. Although he recently had gained more stamina to keep it up, it is both mentally and physically exhausting. Ryan got up to head back to the cave but stopped in his tracks when he felt the call for the original cursed to gather. His grandfather who had left a few years earlier to take a trip around the world didn't wish to take part in this, but that didn't mean that Ryan couldn't spy to see what it was all about. Ryan set out toward where he had felt the summon to see what was going to happen.

[Lycian Wolfe]

A seemingly young girl sat atop a tall cliff peak overlooking a dense forest, which lay a mere mile from where she now sat, knees bent up to her chin, thinking thoughts no normal mortal would - could - imagine. She thought of near everlasting life, death that seemed to never come, the past, memories of great and terrible times ... happiness, sadness, hatred, love, anger. Far too many memories and emotions than what Apella Vocis was comfortable with feeling. The girl sighed.

It was then that she was interrupted in her thoughts by a message appearing in the sky. Her eyes flicked upwards, though her head didn't move an inch.

"It's time to gather, original Cursed ones ..."

Apella Vocis closed her eyes for a moment, then stood up on the very edge of the cliff; mere centimeters from a great fall. But death by falling was not to be. She took a step off of the cliff, silver eyes shining for a moment in the moonlight as she began to fall. But at the last possible millisecond before hitting the earthy and stony ground, Apella Vocis summoned - or rather, manifested, - black feathered wings to her back. They caught her in midair, and she righted herself vertically.

Her feet hit the ground for a moment before she took off once again, though not to the high sky. She flew directly into and through the forest, dodging trees and the like faster than the mortal eye could follow, until she reached the place she was supposed to be.

Without a word, Apella Vocis's wings disapperated, and she crossed her arms. With a single nod to the others gathered there, she began to listen to music inside of her head, though by all means she was not oblivious to what was happening around her. And thus, she waited.

( eh ... )

[Reckless Chaos]

Syra's opened finally from years of suspended animation. Everything was blurry for a moment. He couldn't tell what was going on until his eyes spotted his brother, Ceon. Ceon looked the same like always after so many years. "So brother. you've decided to release me?" Syra asked. Ceon nodded and replied "You were going crazy after Lord Mithos was sealed. I had to use my poers to put you in suspended animation." Syra mind could only stay on mithos. The love was there and it was deep. Feeling for his surrondings, Syra stepped into the light of day again.

Ceon followed suit and spoke again. "Brother, we are to meet. It has been thousands of years. Us original cursed are to meet. I know the place." Ceon stated. Syra barely heard him, but he caught of it. He was remembering his time with Mithos and how he would see his love again. "Let us go." The older brother commanded and the younger brother created a portal to the area they were supposed to meet. Both stepped in and came out the other side.

[Wasilis]

Sterm smiled as all the emperors gathered. "Erebos, Mithos, Sleif, Kardama, Syra and hs brother Ceon" he counted them. Everything seemed to work according to his plans, or rather their plans, except one thing. His eyes met with those of a seemingly young girl. He studied her carefully. He didn't know her or at least he didn't remember her.

"Before our plans unfold...", he started saying, "...I think that among us is a spy!" he pointed with his right hand at the only girl that was there. "Don't tell me you thought that this message referred to all the cursed people!" he gigled. "Only for the emperors!" he explained. "But if you want to join us I have no objetions!"

Meanwhile Riverwood had left the town that he previously was. His next destination was the dense forest. He knew that the message was a bad omen and he had to prevent anything bad from happening. After all that was his goal.

OOC: Sorry for the late reply, guys and girls!

[Lycian Wolfe]

( Surprisingly, I really did miss that. D: )

Apella raised her head as a person spoke to her. "Yes, I am aware," she said quietly. Her voice held the hint of an accent; something near our area's Irish accent. "However, how could I pass up the great opportunity to see the original Emperors gathered in one place?" There was a pause in Apella Vocis's voice, before she breathed quietly and lightly and said, "I am pleased to know that you have no objections to my being present here. Needless to say, it is somewhat of an honor." Here she nodded her head slowly, keeping eye contact with the man who had spoken to her.

"My name," she then said, still quietly and melodically, "Is Apella Vocis."

[Akans]

Rawth leaped down from the trees from where he was hiding, and gave a lopsided grin to everyone at the gathering.

"Well, if you aren't going to kill Apella, then you won't kill me. I'm Rawth, at your service." He said, giving a flourishing bow before retreating back beside Apella. It was better that non-original Cursed stick together, just in case the powerful emporers did not like their presence here.

"Hey." He whispered to Apella, winking. "Can you feel all that power there? Its crazy..."

[sephiroth2]

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"My name, Is Apella!" "Apella huh, well glad that you feel honoured!" Sleif said with a slight grin on his face.

Suddenly at that moment, a boy leaped down from the tree line. "Well, if you aren't going to kill Apella, then you won't kill me. I'm Rawth, at your service." The boy now known as Rawth said, before giving a flourishing bow and finishing by standing beside Apella .

"Hey. Can you feel all that power there? Its crazy..." Rawth whispered to Apella "It is crazy, isn't it!" Sleif replied to Rawths statement, even though he was on the far end of the area. "I hope that will not be a problem!" he said with another grin on his face.

[Shattered Redemption]

Mithos looked as more original cursed arrived, along with two others whom were not of the original. He could have cared less, this was just another farce like anything else. He wouldn't even doubt all of this going wrong and another catastrophe happening like how they had a council before, and then ended up turning into the cursed. "Eh, this is a waste of time already." He was even less pleased that the brothers had shown up and Syra, nor Tyra had spoken to him, which was a bit odd, seeing as how Tyra had sealed Syra in suspended animation because he could not handle being away from Mithos, but it was not really a concern...........

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"Oh please, this couldn't go any slower. I really could be, like not here doing other things. It was my thought that this was important." He sighed, which made a raspy scratching noise because of the way his voice, if it was a voice, sounded. "Hmm, Mithos, Sleif, Kardama, and myself. this is rather amusing, yet with the way things turned out, it is my guess that we are still missing another, as I doubt they are dead." He stared at the two other cursed.........

[OmniChaos]

"I agree," Kardama said, folding his arms. "If this is important, then we should get this along the way." The shadow beneath Kardama was fluctuating chaoticlly, shifting, swirling, and even seperating from itself. Nothing but simple proof of Kardama's full control over the shadows.

Kardama stared off into the distence, well, he would had if he had eyes. Dispite his eyes being completely removed, Kardama could still see, in a way. He could sense, and create a mental image, of his entire surrounding area with his four remaining senses and the shadows themself.

The shadow beneath Kardama grew more chaotic, growing larger and darker. Kardama's body began to melt into the shadows, his bones and muscles appearing to turn into liquid. Within seconds, his body was nothing but a black liquid, which fell into the shadows, becoming apart of them. Kardama reappeared from the shadow of the one known as Apella, looking the same as he had when he entered the shadows, only in reverse. "Well, hello there," Kardama calmly said, his body now fully reformed. "Apella and, Rawth was it? It seems you wish to join us in our little meeting. Well, I have no problems with that, so I suppose you are welcomed."

[Lycian Wolfe]

Apella lifted her eyes as the one who introduced himself as Rawth entered the area, spoke, and retreated back beside her. "Yes, there is power here. Although there's power wherever any Cursed are; not just the emperors." She, of course, was perfectly aware that most, if not all, of the aforementioned could hear her words. Those words were not of disrespect, for Apella Vocis could gain little to nothing out of that, but simple and utter truth. But as she said this, her lips held the ghost of a smile, directed both at the one beside her and those around her.

Apella Vocis would have spoken then, but one of the emperors had begun to manipulate the power granted to him as a Cursed. She noticed this milliseconds before it took full effect, and he liquified himself into his shadow and appeared out of hers. Apella didn't move, but turned her head in his direction. This action, or lack thereof one, could have been taken for vainity if one did not know Apella well enough, when, in fact, it was not at all.

"Thank you for the welcome," she said quietly, and then added, "You must be Kardama, if I am not mistaken?"

No one would possibly be able to tell that she nearly detested the original emperors. They were the ones who had caused her brother's death, and the Curse to fall upon Apella Vocis herself. Of course, she also respected these men, and admired their power, though did not hold them in a hiearchy above herself. Apella was tempted to speak these thoughts aloud, though that may have been rude, considering she had just spoken to who she believed to be Kardama. Maybe later, then.