Post by Shyl on Mar 13, 2009 18:25:08 GMT -5
Ivalice is a world of Final Fantasy, ya might wanna look up the info here
finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Ivalice_Alliance
The character types are there and a bit of history. This was already started by me and Kaye, im posting it here, feel free to join in if ya like but its gonna be tough if your not an aegyl to travel with us, though i doubt youl have to much trouble as we can invent things to work with.
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The winged being sat on the ground and caressed the dew laden grass. The only feeling he enjoyed more than the feel of morning dew upon the soft grass was the rush of wind tugging at the feathers on his large black wings. A chill breeze made him ruffle his feathers and shiver a bit, the trees behind him rustled from teh force of the light wind and put him into a state of deep relaxation, his eyes drifted to the clouds and he layed on his back, keeping his wings spread so they didnt catch under him. He was an Aegyle, unlike most of his peacful and out of touch race, he exceledon the battlefield, he kept friend and foes alike on thier toes, never knowing what thier short tempered friend would do. He inherited his peoples love of Nature and of Auracite though. His people relied heavily on Auracite as thnier defenses against rogue or angry Yarhi. He had chosen to specialize in the use of the curved blades known as scimitars, known for thier speed in combat and the ability to deflect blows at unexpected angles, and so were notoriously difficult to master, he had sacraficed power of his peoples spear for speed and agility. The story of how he came upon them was a strange story indeed, It began as a simple stroll through the forest, something he had done often, he could have traveled faster by flying, but he enjoyed the view of the forest floor. Upon passing a stream he crossed regularly, a glint caught his eye, he looked in its direction and couldnt quite get a view of it, he walked towards the shiny object and found it to be a simple sword, something very uncommon to see in these peaceful woods of Lemurés. As he reached down a blinding light sprung forth and frightened him causing him to fall back into the stream, not painful, but leaving his clothing uncomfortably wet. A sentient voice spoke to him then,"These blades are yours to use Shyl, it has been decided by the eternal that you wil be a catalyst for a terrible event and these blades shall be what you use to circumvent the falling of Lemurés and possibly devestation of a large allotment within the kingdom of Ivalice.". As the sentient voice receded he regained his sight and, looked wher ethe blade had been, in its place sat 2 blades, differently shaped than before, they were curved now, an exceptionally brilliant carving of the Eternal on both of them, the images seemed to shift as he swung them. in the pommel of the heavier one, that must be more defensive, sat a black auracite gem, while the pommel of the lighter one, held a brilliant white auracite. He knew that power unimagined lay dormant in these blades, and over the course of 4 years honed his skill in the forest every fleeting moment he had. He opened his eyes, looking out at the clouds, he sat up surveying his surroundings and slowly turned around, a smile spread wide cross his face
finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Ivalice_Alliance
The character types are there and a bit of history. This was already started by me and Kaye, im posting it here, feel free to join in if ya like but its gonna be tough if your not an aegyl to travel with us, though i doubt youl have to much trouble as we can invent things to work with.
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The winged being sat on the ground and caressed the dew laden grass. The only feeling he enjoyed more than the feel of morning dew upon the soft grass was the rush of wind tugging at the feathers on his large black wings. A chill breeze made him ruffle his feathers and shiver a bit, the trees behind him rustled from teh force of the light wind and put him into a state of deep relaxation, his eyes drifted to the clouds and he layed on his back, keeping his wings spread so they didnt catch under him. He was an Aegyle, unlike most of his peacful and out of touch race, he exceledon the battlefield, he kept friend and foes alike on thier toes, never knowing what thier short tempered friend would do. He inherited his peoples love of Nature and of Auracite though. His people relied heavily on Auracite as thnier defenses against rogue or angry Yarhi. He had chosen to specialize in the use of the curved blades known as scimitars, known for thier speed in combat and the ability to deflect blows at unexpected angles, and so were notoriously difficult to master, he had sacraficed power of his peoples spear for speed and agility. The story of how he came upon them was a strange story indeed, It began as a simple stroll through the forest, something he had done often, he could have traveled faster by flying, but he enjoyed the view of the forest floor. Upon passing a stream he crossed regularly, a glint caught his eye, he looked in its direction and couldnt quite get a view of it, he walked towards the shiny object and found it to be a simple sword, something very uncommon to see in these peaceful woods of Lemurés. As he reached down a blinding light sprung forth and frightened him causing him to fall back into the stream, not painful, but leaving his clothing uncomfortably wet. A sentient voice spoke to him then,"These blades are yours to use Shyl, it has been decided by the eternal that you wil be a catalyst for a terrible event and these blades shall be what you use to circumvent the falling of Lemurés and possibly devestation of a large allotment within the kingdom of Ivalice.". As the sentient voice receded he regained his sight and, looked wher ethe blade had been, in its place sat 2 blades, differently shaped than before, they were curved now, an exceptionally brilliant carving of the Eternal on both of them, the images seemed to shift as he swung them. in the pommel of the heavier one, that must be more defensive, sat a black auracite gem, while the pommel of the lighter one, held a brilliant white auracite. He knew that power unimagined lay dormant in these blades, and over the course of 4 years honed his skill in the forest every fleeting moment he had. He opened his eyes, looking out at the clouds, he sat up surveying his surroundings and slowly turned around, a smile spread wide cross his face