Chronicles of The Guardians of Truth RPG

In another dimension, on Mei, evil stirs. In the shadow of Mt. Marbas, Belial seeks to destory the good in the world, but to do that he must first destory the Chronicles of Life. The Guardians of Truth have kept the world safe for many centuries.For years they have traveled to different dimensions looking for Chosen ones, using a special crystal that transports them. The Chosen ones would be trained and then would take their places as Guardians of Truth. Each Guardian has their own unique powers. Now Belial was once a Guardian of Truth. He studied the Chronicles of Life for years. One day he vanished. He reappeared weeks later on a dark stormy night with army. His army destoryed Glyndwr, city of wisdom. The Guardians of Truth fought back countless times but gained no victory. They now have residence at Morvan, home of the Chronicles of Life. Here are the rules, your character can be human or elf, no other species. He or she can only have one or two weapons and powers.During the previous battles alot of the Guardians of Truth fell. Where there was eighteen Chosen ones and twenty-four Guardians of Truth, there is now eight Chosen ones and five Guardians of Truth. When you post your profile include, name, age, gender, species, favorite weapons, home world, personality, bio, rank and power/ powers.

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Permalink Reply by MaskedRanger on August 15, 2011 at 8:43am

" Oh no problem. I asume that we will camp till daybreak. If that is so then I will go get some branches." Answered Reynard. He turned and walked into the forest. In just a couple of seconds only his silhouette could be seen. Reynard looked around the woods. Suddenly a loud crack echoed in the woods. Reynard stopped and pulled out his daggers and looked around. The woods became a silent. "Who's there?" Reynard shouted. No answer. "Maybe it's just my imagination getting the best of me." He put his daggers back in their sheaths. He walked another couple of feet. A good size branch stuck up from the snow. Reynard grabbed the branch and pulled it from the snow. A cold wind blew up against his face. It lasted for a second or more. Reynard looked up at the trees. they did not sway when the wind blew. Reynard dropped the branch and once more pulled out his daggers.

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Permalink Reply by Emily on August 15, 2011 at 9:17am

"Hey, where's Reynard?" Dyani asked looking around. "He was here a minute ago."

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Permalink Reply by Faean Silvermoon on August 15, 2011 at 9:34am

" I think he said he was going to get some wood for the fire." Answered Jossa. " Don't you remember?" She rubbed her hands together. " by the way, where is Lucid, Jake, and everybody else?"

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Permalink Reply by Faean Silvermoon on August 15, 2011 at 9:49am

" I am right here!" Xylia shouted from the tree. She moved to the other side of the tree, jumped and landed next to Dyani. Snow went up everywhere as she landed. She giggled. " I don't think I will do that again." Xylia said.

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Permalink Reply by Emily on August 15, 2011 at 9:38am

"Me too. It's so cold out here my grandchildren will freeze!" Dyani joked.

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Permalink Reply by Seeker on August 15, 2011 at 9:58am

i'm lost sorry guy's i haven't been on, will somebody explain what's going on???

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Permalink Reply by Faean Silvermoon on August 15, 2011 at 10:04am

We are in the Steptimus Forest, at night time during winter. We are two days from reaching Morvan. Reynard went out to get some wood for the fire. He is going to stay up fo acouple of hours and keep the fire going while everyone else rests/ talks. Am I missing anything else?

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Permalink Reply by Peculiar Child of God on August 15, 2011 at 11:20am

At the mention of praise, Zephyr exited his sanctuary of warmth to raise himself up on the top of Lael's head. He lifted as upright as his frame would allow, opened his wings wide, puffed out his chest, and uttered a few trills and whistles. Lael laughed and tickled his underbelly.

"This little rascal just loves his attention and 'admiration'."

Suddenly, Zephyr's body stiffened and he swivled around to stare in the direction Reynard had gone. A quiet snarl rose to his lips. Lael, through the connection she shared with him, sensed his discomfort and apprehension. She tried to abate him by rubbing him some more.

"What's wrong, boy? Reynard will be right back."

She reached up to pull the little dragon into her arms, but before she could, the dragon zipped off her head and sped away into the trees. Lael turned confused and called out to him. But he did not reply. Concerned, she decided to follow him. That little Zephyr could get himself into more trouble than 5 year old with a toy sword in hand. She left the others behind and headed into the dark woods. The air seemed colder and she clutched tighter at her coat. Her breath was hardly visible in the lowlight. Quietly, she continued to call Zephyr, but to no avail.

Suddenly, she heard a crack in the distance. She froze where she stood. Fear and dread started to creep into her heart not only for Zephyr, but for Reynard as well. What if he was in danger? What if he was ambushed and couldn't cry out for help? What if-

She shook her head and pushed all such thoughts away. One hard lesson she had learned reminded her never to operate soley on emotion. Doing so would only lead to more trouble than it was worth. A clear head and spirit would always find the right path. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to keep moving, but her hand never strayed far from the dual swords that hung together in the single sheath at her side. Once or twice she was tempted to call out again, but decided against it...just in case there was something else out there that would hear her. If there was a presense of danger, she wanted the element of surprise on her side.