plaguexroamer
Here's The Fool's! I got The Hanged Man's nearly ready as well.There is a world steeped in mystery. Most of its residents shunned magic, and most would try to kill any who showed signs of using it. However, for each person who died to circumstances related to their magical powers, each one was reborn as a new being. Twenty one such beings were created in this fashion, and each have stuck together, protecting the world that had shunned them, for each knew that while they could never enjoy normal life again, they would protect their home world from those who would bring malice to it. The man who would eventually become The Fool was an adventurer, for he was one who would preach freedom and opportunity. He was not one to tie himself down, always unpredictable, never stilling his movements. A fierce combatant with not a sword, but the six rods on his back. It was just as well that he never tied himself down, for his magical powers rendered him shunned by all. Lightning struck anything around him, never striking him directly, but always causing chaos even in the clearest of days.One day however, a lord's patience with him finally snapped, as a lightning bolt struck his son directly. Embittered, the enraged lord commanded his army to chase and kill the adventurer. For several days the adventurer used every bit of his wit to evade and dodge the lord's troops, until one day his luck ran out. Cornered on a cliff, the lord's army advancing upon him, he soon laughed, not like a madman, but simply laughing freely. He then threw his six rods up, before lying on the grass, still laughing as the rods landed, one piercing him through his head, two piercing his arms, yet two more struck his thighs, severing them from his body, while the last pierced his stomach, proving true his unpredictable ways, and his own free choice of his death.The lord's army, soon after seeing that the man was dead, turned around, while an officer marked the man's death on the calender he carried, the day of the Plasma Solstice. None saw the ball of light floating down from the skies, or when it infused itself into the man's corpse. Suddenly, a crack of thunder filed the men's ears, before a lightning bolt struck, incinerating three men in a flash. Whirling about at the man's corpse, they watched in horror as the corpse rose, the man's pierced face becoming blank, the left coloring white while the right coloring black, a small gray gem appearing right where the rod pierced him. Topaz gems appeared, before white wrappings tied them to the twin pierce marks on the man's wrists. A similar gem hovered over his pierced stomach, before appearing to burrow into it, leaving a ring of black essence separating the gem from the rest of the now ashen gray body. The man's face soon tilted upwards, as if looking at the now fearful army, before his arm raised and flung itself dramatically to the side, a voice resonating in every man's ears just before multiple cracks of thunder predicted the lightning strikes:"You cannot take away my freedom, stop my unpredictability! You cannot take away that which creates The Fool!"Hope you like
EternalLurker
ot anything like canon, but amusing nonethel
an
Who know in the future there be a spin-off game that can incorporates the stories of those tarots. My goal is slowly build a whole lore for the World of Ge.ne.sis through a series of ga
plaguexroamer
...At least I THINK I did...Anyway here's The Hanged Man's!The man who would eventually become The Hanged Man was shunned and tormented by his own village for his unnatural powers. Gravity became fickle in his presence, and many a times the ground iced over as he walked, causing much disruption in his village, even when he did not mean it. Soon, one harvest, the man was forgotten, and was not confined to his room as earlier harvests. The man wandered outside, and immediately the crops were frozen over. The village finally took action at this final outrage, and exiled him. However, they decided to punish him further by constructing a massive metal cross, and chained him to it by his neck and his wrists.The man wandered the country, steadily growing hungrier and thirstier, as his chained wrists restricted his ability to feed himself. Soon he fell further into despair, and eventually used his own gravitational powers to stick the cross upright, before hanging himself. The man's corpse stayed there for a mere hour before a ball of light floated down from the sky, and infused itself into it. Suddenly, the corpse, along with the cross it was chained to, teleported right in the middle of the man's village. The villagers gathered around it, steadily growing angrier and angrier at the seemingly mocking reminder of the Last Exile, until one ran up to spit at it.Instantly the villager was flash-frozen, as the corpse's eyes slowly opened, an eerie blue light shining through them, before the sky darkened, and shards of ice started forming and floating around the cross, which started shining the same blue light. The villagers, now thoroughly frightened, attempted to flee, only for them to collapse, as if gravity had suddenly turned against them, and were dragged slowly towards the cross. Their cries of desperation soon ended one by one, as the shards threw themselves into them, killing them swiftly. The man's corpse started glowing as well, before its lower half fused with the cross, his arms gradually disappearing until only his hands and wrists remained, which had gained a metallic appearance after fusing with the bindings. His face was soon covered by a layer of ice, similar to a visor, while the spiked collar grew in size. Transformation and mission complete, the man's mouth opened to whisper to the dead villagers:I'm not sure if I phrased the 'retribution' part at the end correctly...oh w
chamomileess
/biggrin.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin.gif" />I love your use of imagery and how you play off of basic human needs: the need to be free, to feed and to drink. So long as you don't mix in any crossovers, these will be SHEER WIN /biggrin.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin.gif" />.*Cham-stamp of approv
plaguexroamer
And don't worry, I'm making these purely from scratch (except from the themes and concepts from the Tarots of course).Currently working on The High Priestess (this one is slightly tragic). I think I'll be having a bit of trouble for The Death and The Magician, as A: I'm working the Tarots' lives and eventual deaths around their themes, B: Death is based around reincarnation as well as 'the end and the beginning' (which makes it obvious as to why it's trouble) and C: Magician is based around enthusiasm and knowledge (the enthusiasm part can be done, but knowledge is tricky).I'm not sure if I would be able to do The Lovers, as I don't know what their attacks/field abilities look like.EDIT: The High Priestess' story! Weeeeeeeeeeee...eeeeeeeeeee...eeeeee...ok stopping now. If this one seems confusing, then sorry, but I didn't feel like adding names /sad.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":(" border="0" alt="sad.gif" /> The woman who would eventually become The High Priestess was possibly the only one amongst the beings who had not been fully shunned for the magic she had. It was mostly due to the fact that she wielded curative magics, not like the more destructive powers the other beings possessed. She was the childhood and best friend of a lord, and many a time soldiers under the lord's command owed their continued life to her, for even the most fatal of wounds were soon healed within her presence. A spiritual person, she had helped many civilians seek redemption for past sins. Soldiers have at times sought her counsel as well when war take a toll on their morals. She helped all to try and seek the Blue Paradise in their spirits, the notion of heaven for their people.One greedy and cruel lord, however, would not stand by, watching as a magic-wielder not be shunned and tortured for her nature. Launching an offensive, the armies of the two lords eventually came to a stale-mate across an open plain; the healer's friend sustaining through her miraculous powers, while the other lord through more numbers. Ultimately he provided a proposal: Surrender the healer and he would stop. The lord however, possessing great cunning, had sent several spies to spread dissent amongst the ranks of the healer's friend's army. While she was able to heal them, their spirits and bodies still grew tired and weary, and she was unable to reach everywhere at once, causing not a small number to die. Soon the lord faced a dilemma: surrender his best friend to the other lord, or face the discontent and dissent of his army. His friend solved the problem for him the next dawn, walking out towards the other lord, watched by the astonished eyes of her friend's army, for they did not expect her to willingly go. These eyes changed to shock as she, just reaching the threshold of the opposing army, was immediately run through by a spear, previously hidden behind the lord who had stepped aside. Her body sunk to the ground, while an innocent ball of light floated gently down, ignored by all...The other lord soon laughed cruelly, his soldiers immediately readying themselves to attack, as the truth sunk into the men: the man was not going to keep his side of the bargain, and they had willingly condemned their lord's own friend due to their own selfishness. However, before either side could move, a pillar of light suddenly shot up from her body, freezing all in their steps. Her body rose, as white wings slowly grew out of her shoulders, her wrappings unfurling and floating in the air around her. Her left arm strangely turned into a blade, while her staff, left next to her friend, suddenly shot towards her right hand. Her friend and his army watched as almost serenely, she turned towards them, before she smiled and waved her staff towards them. Almost immediately, their bodies strengthened with renewed energy, their spirits at ease. Realizing what had happened, the lord whirled around to face her, returning her smile with a knowing grin, watching her as she slowly ascended above the cloud cover. Swiftly, he unsheathed his sword, his men copying his action with equal speed, as the opposing army was suddenly struck with indecision at the face of a re-energized army. Grinning madly, the lord stepped before his men, as he opened his mouth for a final cry:*insert massive battle cry*Sorry, I just HAD to add that last part /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" />. Yeah The High Priestess didn't carry out the final line, but I couldn't find a more awesome way to do it than this. Sorry if anyone expected something like that, but you have got to admit, it does sound ultra awesome.Taking a short break before going to work on The De
an
If you want access to the Lovers, you can just ask! That goes to other forum regular too. if you has been around and is a true supporter of the game, but for some reason can't donate (it is actually hard to use paypal outside of North American and Europe), drop me a message. I will most likely give you access to the lov
plaguexroamer
Oh my god REALLY An?! Oh god THANK YOU! I mean, yeah I'd really like to have access to the Lovers a lot (technically the term is 'we', but Roamer's currently busy messing around with ice...again...so he isn't aware of this at the mome
mokona96
And An, I'm 13, so I can't donate (my parents, yeah). However, I was looking forward to bringing back the tarots from the game(s) and yadda yadda yadda. Thank
kiebur
/smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> good work, /laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":lol:" border="0" alt="laugh.gif
plaguexroamer
The woman who would eventually become The Death was a mystery to almost all while alive. The few who have encountered her have only seen her mostly at the fields of recent battles in wars. Sometimes, a rare few see her in morgues, and an even fewer number see her at a funeral. All these times she seemed to stare intently at each corpse, before walking away. Some have tried tailing her, but a turn into a shadowed path and no sign of her existence remained. Descriptions were varied, but what was mostly agreed upon was her appearance of a middle-aged woman, wearing what seemed to be a gray colored version of a typical mourning widow's clothes. What was strangest that at times, people who had been at the places before she visited them had felt a strange gloomy and sometimes oppressive presence around, but after she visited and left, they would say that the feeling was...gone.Then, during a war, a lone soldier had accidentally separated from his group, and was trying to find his way through a forest, the canopy being thick enough to only let a few rays of light seep through. Seeing a light between the trees, he approached cautiously, sword at the ready. Breaking through the foliage, he was greeted with the sight of a rather solidly built house, roughly the size of a small townhouse. When he peaked into one of the sparse rooms through the window, he was totally shocked by the sight that greeted him. Inside was many people, varying from age to age, all appearing to be joyful as they went about what they were doing, but the most defining factor was they were all transparent and had a bluish tinge, almost ghostly. It then struck the soldier that that was what they were, for amongst their number he recognized his best friend, who had died saving HIS life in a recent battle, laughing at the joke of another soldier he had recognized who had died in the same battle.Hearing a sound behind him, he whirled about, only to come face to face with the mysterious gray woman. She simply smiled at him, before beckoning for him to follow as she entered the house. Dumbstruck, he could only follow, and as he walked warily behind her, the open doors along the way revealed many things that the ghosts were doing. Soldiers of different affiliations sharing war stories, old men from different nations sharing life stories, children of many ages playing with each other; all of whom seemed happy. Finally the woman lead him out to the backyard before stopping, turning around to face him as she sat herself on a stool nearby. She inclined her head, before the soldier simply burst out the questions that were bottled within him. She simply smiled again as she answered them.She has a unique magic related to death. When people die, their spirits remain in the area, unable to pass on, until she came to guide them. She brings them to the house they were in to enjoy themselves before their eventual reincarnation. All spirits meet their end, before she guides them to a place to await a new beginning. Not just anyone however could encounter the house. Puzzled at this, the man asked her to explain. She gave him a tired smile, and before his eyes she seemed to age slowly, as she continued sorrowfully. While her magic was related to death, her body was not immune to it, but was only able to delay it until now. She needed a successor. Sacrificing her remaining time on this world was a sufficient Soul Ritual to allow the next person to carry out her role eternally.Right there, the soldier knew why he was here. Kneeling before her seated form, he asked her to pass the responsibility to him, while she herself entered a new beginning. She said nothing, except taking his hand into hers. As she did so, the soldier felt something seep into his hand and into his body, and as he looked up, he saw her body, slowly fading to dust while her skin turned gray as well, her face leaving the image of a tired smile before disappearing. The soldier stood, and with a purpose took the black cloak that lay nearby, discarded his armor before wrapping the cloak around his body. Taking up the scythe that lay on the ground behind the stool, he tilted his head up as his vision saw the woman, with a scythe and a skull replacing her hands, four thorned tentacles visible under her dress, giving him another smile as she ascended above the cloud cover. Inclining his head in respect, Thanatos, the new helper of spirits, pulled the black hood over his head, while whispering a note of final respect to the lady:EDIT: I have the feeling people don't like this...I mean no one's reviewing it or making comments /sad.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":(" border="0" alt="sad.gif" />Anyway I'll be working on The Magician next, if I'm not too l
si.ner.ge
For the Magician one: Why does he look like a "giant earthworm&qu
an
On the side note, did you get my mess
plaguexroamer
The giant earthworm part will be tricky...I think it may take a while due to that. I know for sure however that The Magician has a bit of a temper/gets frustrated easily (when Sisily wakes up and annoys him to death with her personality, he said he wanted to BBQ her LOL!)Yeah The Death's story doesn't show her origin, but I was trying to explain more about her role in the world there, how she ascended and how Thanatos came to being (Thanatos, for the unaware, is the mythological name of the Grim Reaper). I just had to tie the two together somehow, and I did say that I was following a different pattern for The Death's story compared to the earlier three. Oh and yup, we got the message An ^ ^. Thanks a
mokona96
lague and Roamer got the Lovers (I think.) Nice! I will be interested to hear whether it is two people or a person with a double personality in the story. Peek. (Grammer, AU
chamomileess
QUOTE (Mokona @ Jan 13 2010, 04:34 PM) quotecPlague and Roamer got the Lovers (I think.) Nice! I will be interested to hear whether it is two people or a person with a double personality in the story. Peek. (Grammer, AUGH!)QuoteEndQuoteEEndMokona, just look at theStratagy Guide and there will be a picture of them there.Joanne: MOKONA. As cute as you are, you cannot escape the Grammar Nazi! It's GRAMMAR, NOT GRAMMER.*St
an
hh! Violence against minors on the forum. Nice. *stab Chamom
plaguexroamer
Oh and seeing as we're doing this to the previous poster... *tries to stab An, but misses and stabs Cham instead*...Oops. And technically, isn't that a VOCAB nazi concerning Grammer?Also, I'm taking the opportunity to post a small idea that was festering in my creativity node.The Fool and The Hanged Man were intently studying their combined object of interest. It was a complicated thing. Even the slightest mistake could be disastrous...Slowly, The Hanged Man reached forward with his hand, calling upon his gravity powers....Blast it Hanged Man, I was going to use that!Appearing to huff, which was somehow possible even with his featureless face, The Fool shifted his King and Rook in position.Hmmmf...well I perform Castling then.Because I can.Continuing to bicker as they continued with their Chess match, they ignored the tingling sense that accompanied someone's attempt of conjuring one of them. "Blast it why can't I conjure either one of the- AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! BAD AQUOLF!! BAD!! STOP BITI- GYAAAAAAAH!! DON'T FREEZE ME EITHER!!!"Gelyan was having a bad
chamomileess
QUOTE (PlagueXRoamer @ Jan 13 2010, 07:49 PM) quotecRoamer here with a small update on Plague's progress. Currently she's got the groundwork for The Magician done, with the exception for the earthworm part, while she's thinking of linking Adam & Eve and Romeo & Juliet somehow for The Lovers. Both stories would fit with The Lovers' theme and design, especially considering the apple.Oh and seeing as we're doing this to the previous poster... *tries to stab An, but misses and stabs Cham instead*...Oops. And technically, isn't that a VOCAB nazi concerning Grammer?Also, I'm taking the opportunity to post a small idea that was festering in my creativity node.The Fool and The Hanged Man were intently studying their combined object of interest. It was a complicated thing. Even the slightest mistake could be disastrous...Slowly, The Hanged Man reached forward with his hand, calling upon his gravity powers....Blast it Hanged Man, I was going to use that!Appearing to huff, which was somehow possible even with his featureless face, The Fool shifted his King and Rook in position.Hmmmf...well I perform Castling then.Because I can.Continuing to bicker as they continued with their Chess match, they ignored the tingling sense that accompanied someone's attempt of conjuring one of them. "Blast it why can't I conjure either one of the- AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! BAD AQUOLF!! BAD!! STOP BITI- GYAAAAAAAH!! DON'T FREEZE ME EITHER!!!"Gelyan was having a bad day.QuoteEndQuoteEEndLOLCATSThat's so perfect /biggrin.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin.gif" />As for An...DON'T STAB ME, STAB JOANNE.Jo: *Shoves Tim in front of An's knife.* That's what you get, traitor.Tim: Gwaaaahhh D: *Dies*
an
I r teh murderer nao. There is no going back, *going on ramp
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