Descendants of Twilight

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PG-13

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Storyline:

The Twilight, that is the name of a rebel organization, hell-bent on taking down the dark empire of Morgarus. An organized resistance, they live, and are willing to die, to bring peace to the land. However, the Twilight was betrayed by one of thier most trusted members, and the resistance fell.

100 years have passed, and the rule of darkness is getting worse every day. From the ashes of a dying world, the small flame of resistance is sparked again. They bear the name, 'Descendants of Twilight."

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Characters:


Name: Lyra

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Alliance: Descendants of Twilight

Rank: Captain

Weapon: Short sword, bow

Armor: Leather

Skills: First aid, lock picking, fishing

Personality: Lyra may seem cold and aloof at first, but once she sees that you are not from the empire, she warms up fast. Although not guessable at first, at heart she is kind, caring, and good-natured, though not always wise. She is ignorant of many things, and this could one day prove fatal.

Bio: Lyra was born on the main continent in the year 1049. Her parents were merchants, and they lived in a small village until the age of nine. Her father was drafted to join the military against the invading empire of Morgarus, which had already spread as far as her hometown. What was supposed to be a war, however, was more of a slaughter, and her father died soon after. She lived the rest of her childhood with her mother, and at the age of 19, ran off to join the rumored resistance, hoping to bring peace once more to her homeland. Although somewhat clumsy, her hard work and determination had her promoted to Captain at the age of only 23. She now works hard training new recruits, and working on building a force strong enough to drive Morgarus out of their country forever.

Appearance:

[chris]

Name: Traziun

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Alliance: Descendants of Twilight

Rank: Spy

Class: Mage

Weapon: None

Armor: Enchanted Robes

Skills/Attributes: Smart, clever, quick thinking, etc

Appearance:

[Forlorn Flame]

Name: Erebus

Age: 23 (Born in the year of 1048)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Alliance: Descendants of Twilight

Rank: Corporal

Class: Marksman/Waylayer

Weapons: Erebus uses a medium sized repeating crossbow and a modified arbalest for ranged combat, while he uses a baselard short sword and two long daggers for close range melee combat. Erebus keeps a large pouch full of varying types of crossbow bolts slung over his shoulder for quick access. The marksman keeps the large arbalest strapped to his back at most times, whereas he keeps his crossbow strapped to his hip. He has the baselard sheathed in a hard leather scabbard attached to the sword belt he wears, where the two daggers are also sheathed in attached scabbards.

Armor: Over his plain cotton clothing, Erebus wears a leather-backed chain mail hauberk that reaches to his mid-thigh, where it is overlapped by his leather sword belt, which has several pouches attached to keep items and ammunition in. Over this he wears a steel cuirass, with a tabard bearing the coat of arms of the Descendants of Twilight covering it. On his legs, Erebus wears chain mail chausses, with steel cuisses on his thighs, and greaves, poleyns and sabatons on his legs. On his arm, the marksman wears steel pauldrons, leading down into besagews and rerebraces covering his armpits and upper arms. To protect the rest of his arms, Erebus wears steel couters, leather vambraces, and steel gauntlets. Finally, on his head, Erebus wears an intricately designed sallet with a padded bevor to protect his jaw. To protect his entire body while he is reloading on the battlefield, Erebus carries a large pavise shield as well.

Magic: Erebus cannot use any conventional magic, but he has learned how to augment his weapons with elemental energies. He uses this technique to create magical crossbow bolts for use on the battlefield.

Skills/Abilities: As a young but talented marksman in the new army of the Descendants of Twilight, Erebus’ main concerns on the battlefield are the approaching enemies that are out of range of the rest of the resistance. Erebus has been training as a marksman for several years, and is quite experienced. He is also one of the fastest in his division in reloading and firing his crossbow or arbalest. In addition to his skilled marksmanship, Erebus is a talented horseback rider. He has been practicing his horseback marksmanship and melee combat for a while now, but is relatively inexperienced on the actual battlefield. Erebus is a decent swordsman and knife fighter, while he still prefers to keep his distance in combat. Erebus is also skilled at climbing, swimming, running, and tying knots.

Personality: Erebus chooses to keep to himself most of the time, although he has a few people inside the resistance that he considers close enough to call his friends. When not in battle or training, Erebus is often lost in thought, paying no heed to the people around him as his eyes glaze over during a daydream. Not enough people have gotten close enough to Erebus to really describe him, other than quiet.

Bio: Erebus had always been told the stories of the original Twilight. He listened quietly and wide-eyed as his father told him of their valiant efforts to vanquish Morgarus, wishing that he had been around during that time so that he could have joined The Twilight. He finally got a chance to join when his father and elder brothers began bringing home word of rumors and whispers that a new Twilight was forming, around the beginning of Erebus‘ seventeenth year. Erebus, his father and his two older brothers joined as soon as the new Twilight officially began recruiting rebels. Erebus was hoping to be able to prove himself in battle in front of his family, but he wouldn’t get that chance, because his entire family was split up when The Descendants of the Twilight recruited them into different divisions of the military. He writes his family every day, hoping that the war is going well where they are.

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Lyra could hardly breathe, but she had to keep on running. She tripped on a root, stumbling forward in the darkness. Pain gripped her as she pressed her hand against her side instinctively. Blood poured out of the gash, splashing on the ground. She couldn't go on much longer like this... but she had to try. Pulling herself together, she once again began to stumble through the darkness.

It had gone wrong. The whole mission had gone wrong... She had to get back to report but, where was she? She couldn't believe it had gone this way. It was supposed to be any easy mission. But when they got there.... Frustration and anger shot through her. Someone had betrayed them. Morgarus was expecting them.

[Forlorn Flame]

Erebus tried to control the pace of his ragged breathing as he ran, clutching at a stitch in his side. He wasn't exactly sure on what had happened, but he knew at least that there were enemy forces nearby. He heard someone lumbering through the woods nearby, breathing heavily. He drew one of his long daggers and tried to catch his breath as he crept towards the source of the noise.

[chris]

The way you see it is not the way it really is. Traziun repeated these words over and over again in his head until they had lost all meaning, and were nothing more than another lie he had been telling himself to keep himself calm while he worked as a spy for the Descendants of Twilight.
Five men were approaching him from the other end of the alley. Not one, like he had been expecting, no. Five. Had he been discovered? Did Morgarus now know where his loyalty truly lay?
The men were now only feet away, and they stopped walking. Traziun struggled to keep his voice steady as he addressed the person in the middle. "I believe I told you to come alone."
"I know," the man said, his voice shaking "I-I'm sorry but I -- ". In the couple of seconds that the other person had been talking, Traziun had taken in enough to register that he had NOT been discovered. He was still safe.
He quickly raised his hand, and after a series of violent gestures, the four people around the center man had crumpled.
"Nevermind", said Traziun coolly, "problem solved."
Traziun turned and gestured to the door of a pub that was behind him. "Shall we go inside?"

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Lyra thought she could hear the foliage behind her rustling, and she tensed instinctively. Was it just the wind...? If she got ambushed now, she stood no chance. She reached weakly down for her the hilt of her sword, her hand shaking. "W-who's there!?" She cried, beginning to panic.

If you tell us everything... Maybe we will allow you to live.

She couldn't believe it. How had they known...? This mission was top-secret. All they had to do was ambush a small camp of Morgaran's... Only about 25 people. When they got there, there were hundreds waiting for them.

[chris]

Traziun peered thoughtfully over the small corner table at the shaking man. "You have new for me, I take it?" He asked.
"I - yes," the man stammered, "I do. Some g-good, and... and some bad."
"Give me the good news first." For Traziun the good news would be bad.
"The ambush was successful. We killed several of their men and took several more captive."
There was a pause. Traziun had not been able to reach the Twilight in time to tell them that the enemy was planning an ambush.
"Did you get any of the prisoners names?" Traziun asked after a moment of thoughtful silence.
"I don't know, maybe. You asked me to meet you so I didn't stay to find out. ...Why?" The man added curiously.
"Nevermind," Traziun said irritably, "give me the bad news."

[Forlorn Flame]

Erebus relaxed and sheathed his dagger as he heard the familiar voice of Lyra, one of the captains in command of his division. The young marksman stepped out into the clearing to greet Lyra.

"What the hell just happened, Lyra-- er, ma'am? Did someone set us up? Where's the rest of the reg--" Erebus' questions stopped as soon as he had seen the huge gash in Lyra's side.

"Oh g-god... What happened? We need to find help quick!" stuttered the frightened marksman as he rushed to Lyra's side.

[chris]

"The bad news," the man said "is that the Twilight succeeding in taking Rukator Castle from us. It appears got inside via a number of underground tunnels about which we were... unaware."

Traziun tried not to let the smile show on his face. He had assisted in making those tunnels himself. "Is that all?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That -- that's all..."

"Good," said Traziun, "I shall relay the message. Now get back to your post Oh and next time, when I tell you to come alone.. come alone."

The man nodded weakly, got up, and left the pub.

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She shook her head slowly, still in shock. "Need... Help." She managed to say, trying to gather her thoughts. "There was an ambush. More than half of the squad is dead... and most of the rest captured."

Retreat!

That one word had been the biggest mistake of her career. As they all began to flee towards the forest, even more Morgarus soldiers cut them off, blocking their escape. They were trapped... It was a massacre. She had managed to escape, but now had a possibly fatal wound to show for her ignorance.

[Forlorn Flame]

Several thoughts flashed through Erebus' mind, and suddenly he felt dizzy and was tempted to sit down, but he and Lyra needed to get out of the forest immediately.

More than half of the squad is dead.

Erebus now regretted not getting to know any of them better, but decided not to dwell on it. He pulled out some white cloth from one of the pouches on his belt and started ripping them to make bandages for Lyra.