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Kerr's character, I like. Read the whole bit while his theme played gave a nice vibe to it all

Anyways, seeing as themes are in use

It was really hard to decide, but I think I've settled on this theme:



My little brother's birthday is on the thirtieth, so I might be offline for a while in the middle of the day, and on-and-off sporadically until nighttime. I think I should be fine though.

Accepted Kerr, and I am not sure if I wanna put the character themes with the story ones so once I decide what to do with them I will put them where they need to be, thanks guys I like the choices

I was gonna put up a theme (I know how you like themes Hissi) but I've got a bad.. erm.. well yeah..

Yes I like Final Fantasy.

I see no shame in fantasy<_<

Seeing as Nobuo Uematsu is without a doubt my favorite composer ever, I completely approve.

If we're doing themes, then I guess for Mizu...

Theme for Malek

The Dzárg have three tiers of armour.

Light


Medium


Heavy



Heavy armour has no insiginas on it and most Dzárg don't wear capes made out of fur. They tried to fix the weak point under the arms but discovered that they could barely move their arms afterwards so they put up with the weak point and if you are close enough to reach their armpits, chances are, you're already dead.

As for Kúter's theme, i suppose it's 300's returns a king or the Iron Golem theme from Dark Souls 1. I've not really thought about it. Will be adding his armour and sword this week.

After listening to the Iron Golem theme, i've decided that does not suit Kúter. Instead, i would say Come, Get them from 300's soundtrack would be his combat theme. [&@%!] it, the 300 soundtrack is his theme.

Hiss, will this be starting soon?

Chapter One: Scene One: The Day of High Magic

It is Moon's Zenith 1, Year One Thousand Five Hundred Ninety of The Fifth Era. Most of the people of Luada are gathered in the streets, towns and villages that they live near and are celebrating the day where magic flows most easily through the world. The priests, clergymen and priestesses are all gathered in their temples, paying homage and giving offerings to Luna. While finally, the sorcerors, warlocks, magi and those who study the craft are locked away in their secret laboratories doing what it is that they do best, a group of adventurers is in the entrance hall to the crystal palace home to Rienthas Lightwielder and all of the imperial bloodline.

The smooth crystaline walls are cold to the touch, but at the same time they reverberate with the energy of life in them. Those who enter can see the craftsmanship, but the perceptive can see that they crystals are still alive and growing. In other words, this palace was grown from living rock itself. The walls allow only a small portion of the light from the magical lamps that fill the palace to pass through the walls but moonlight filters plainly through, filling the place with a haunting glow.

The gathered group of individuals from various homelands, races, and cultures are in a hexagonal room with two pairs of massive double doors. One they just entered through and another set that has yet to be opened. There is no one in the room apart for themselves save the Emperor's Steward and Advisor, a Sidhe male. He has been explaining to them the rules for entering the throne room, for the last hour and has an annoying high pitched voice that reverberates off the crystal walls most unpleasantly.

"-which is why you must never turn your back on royalty..." The Sidhe drones on, most would probably have given up listening to him due to their sheer boredom.

Malek looked in awe at the beautiful palace in which he was standing. He wondered what was beyond the second set of double doors, and felt both nervous and excited at what he and the others would behold.
He had lost interest in what the steward was saying and was instead staring upward, admiring the ornate ceiling.

Zhao Silver-Brush had lost interest in the Sidhe's words the moment the man had opened his mouth. He already knew these basic rules of the court, having been thoroughly instructed in their ways and customs. Attempting to combat his ennui, his eyes roved around the room, eventually resting upon Malek.

He followed his fellow Demon's gaze up to the ceiling before whispering almost inaudibly in his ear, "Beautiful, isn't it? I can only imagine what time and money it cost to construct."

'Oh yes indeed!' Malek replied in answer to the question, turning to see the only other demon that was present. He grimaced as his voice echoed loudly in the hall and immediately lowered it to a whisper.
'I would love to get some information on how it was made. Perhaps there will be someone I can ask later, that's if he ever stops talking.' he rolled his eyes whilst nodding toward the Sidhe steward.

Keler Alexei Panuse yawned, bored as the Sidhe droned on, and on. And on. His sharp gaze snapped over to the man before he looked up, his urge to Change great, greater than perhaps even his restraint. Slowly he breathed out, he had to satisfy himself in some way and so he partially Changed. His forearms vanished in a flapping display of ravens, some black some white. His gaze turned to the two demons who were speaking, one of his ravens flapping over to them, settling on or near them, preferably upon Zhao's head.

"Enough of your meanless prattle." Kúter told the sidhe whilst glaring at him. "I did not come here to listen about royalty or the rules of court." He said whilst clutching his spear.

Upon the floor he lay, bored to near death as the steward drowned out any excitement. He laid out-stretched and upon his side, with but his bent arm to support his ragged head along. He showed little interest in those around him, having his back turned upon all but his dear Alma. With his free hand he toyed with the shadow, occasionally scratching the crown of her head with a lone finger.

"Tell me Alma, why is it that we're here in this miserable place? Does the moon not glow. does the young not cry? Then why must I restrain myself so?" A wide grin stretched across his face, his eyes dull, and his mind continues to wander. "Seems like but yesterday I walked these halls, I wonder how they have fared up to now.. certainly better than the state I left them in.." He tried hard to restrain his chuckle, not even once breaking his silence

"I would bet they have royal archives which would speak of such things," Zhao observed, absentmindedly swatting at the raven, "I'd kill to have a look at those."

"As would I," Malek agreed.
The Dzarg's comment drew his attention away from the conversation.
"Bet he wouldn't dare be so rude if he weren't so large," he thought to himself.

He moved to the left, away from the ravens that were flapping about, but then moved back again, as he could smell the unpleasant scent of the Shift lying on the floor.

Casually fluttering around, Mizu had stopped paying attention before the other sidhe even began speaking, and instead snuck looks at the beautiful palace interior. She could only imagine how much this place would've cost to build; in turn, she also could only imagine how much money the royalty had on the side to pay for people willing to do things for them.

Paz wasn't fond of royalty and being in the palace reminded him why. He hadn't talked to anyone yet, at the moment he was just looking around and listening to the Sidhe drone on and on telling people what and what not to do, it was his own curiosity that led him here. Paz was trying to guess how much all this cost to run each year and how many starving people in the very same city could be helped if they cut that by just a tenth. All these rules and customs putting the family above everyone else made him wonder if they were even more out of touch with the people they ruled over than he thought.

As she was looking and floating around aimlessly, Mizu accidentally bumped into Paz. Startled, she backed away and huffed. "Hey! Trying to float here..." she fussed, in as quiet of a voice as she could muster to avoid a lecture from anyone who would lecture her so for not listening. "What are you here for?"

The raven was not deterred from sitting on Zhao's head, another flapped over to look at Paz and Mizu. Keler kept looking up and around, trying to think of things he could do. Not listening at all to what the Sidhe said, he was eavesdropping. A shrug of his shoulder as he began to Change more of his arms into ravens, and some of his torso also, holes in his chest and no arms, what a sight he must make.

Zhao sighed, resigning himself to the bleak fate of being the equivalent of a tree branch.

"I've haven't introduced myself have I?" Zhao asked rather pompously, holding out his hand, "Zhao Silver-Brush. Maybe you've seen some of my works? Sidhe in the Rain? Moon Above the Clouds, perhaps?"

Paz wasn't entirely sure how being flown into was his fault, still he was glad she wasn't walking, getting stepped on would be pretty bad for her health. "Just looking around, heard something was happening in the palace, decided to see what. I was in the city anyway, didn't have anything better to do. You?" said Paz.