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Apr 19, 2013 12:09PM
Okay, so fantasy war? :)
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Oky doky loky.
So, we should have two clans. And they're battling. Can the two clans both have a different kind of power and some of the most powerful warriors can control one element?
So, we should have two clans. And they're battling. Can the two clans both have a different kind of power and some of the most powerful warriors can control one element?
Sure. Do we have people on each side, or should we just have our own clans?
I think we should each have on person on each side. :) Does that work.
Name: Ecka Abandon
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Ecka is tall, and very pretty, with thick, messy, windswept blonde hair. She has tan skin as she spends all of her time outdoors and blue eyes
Element: Water
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Ecka is tall, and very pretty, with thick, messy, windswept blonde hair. She has tan skin as she spends all of her time outdoors and blue eyes
Element: Water
Name: Cymbil Emerson Age: 18
Gender: Female.
Element: Air
Appearance:
Short curly blonde-almost white hair. She has lime green eyes, and pale skin. She's 5ft 2inches.
Personality: Shy, and hasn't yet mastered her air element.
Name: Willie VelecroAge: 22
Gender: Male.
Element: Fire
Appearance: Short black hair. Dark blue eyes, misty look to them. 6ft 3inches. Dark olive skin.
Personality: Brave, looks danger in the eyes. Not shy, but not very open either.
Ecka was hiding on the battlefield, scaled high in a tree with her bow poised. She did not want to kill, but for her clan, she would.
Cymbil stood at the front lines with her fellow clan. She held a sword in hand, but it was shaking. She had been training for this her whole life. She was ready. One hand she left open, for using her element.
Ecka looked down at her sister, trembling. She wondered if she was as scared as she. She closed her eyes tight and hopped down from the tree, sliding across the ground so stealthily no one would see her but her sister, who would know to look.
Cymbil smiles to herself, and sends a small swirl of air towards her.
Ecka lets the wind blow the hair from her face and finally stands behind her sister. "Are you nervous?" She whispered in her ear, her sister's hair ruffling.
"Not really. But yes. Yet no. I don't know." She says her hands shaking. "Can you tell me that you're ready to kill people?"
"No. I don't think this war is right. No one should have to die for this. A petty feud." Ecka said, at ease. She never seemed nervous, even if she was. She ran her hand through the crown of her hair and sighed deeply. "The truth is, I'm not sure I want to be in this clan anymore. I want to leave, make a life on my own."
"They'll hunt you down." Cymbil says calmly. "Maybe this war isn't right, but how can peace be made?"
"I'm fast. And powerful." Ecka said quickly. "I can run. And then I don't have to deal with this war. It will die out quickly."
"But I don't want to kill anymore than you do." Cymbil said quietly. "But I don't have a choice. Mum and Dad..."
"Mum and Dad are dead." Ecka growled through gritted teeth.
"I know. But I don't what to lose you either." She said looking ahead. She could see the other army lined up.
"It's almost time." Ecka whispered. She took a step backward, and readied her broad sword, her distinct silver armor glistening. "Will you run with me, Cymbil? When this is all over?"
Ecka smiled, but as the conch sounded, she had but a moment to kiss her sister's cheek before launching into battle. Little did she know that she should have said a better goodbye. For the times ahead were hard, and she'd need her sister's love.
She whipped her hands in a circular motion, tucking her sword into it's sheath, pulling the moisture from the grass.
She whipped her hands in a circular motion, tucking her sword into it's sheath, pulling the moisture from the grass.
Cymbil stayed back, using her winds to stumble the enemy. Together, Ecka and her were unstoppable. She raised her hands above her head, and thrusts them forward. Powerful wind surged forward.
Ecka flung ice daggers with her bending at the empending force, slashing with hard cold water and leaping over felled bodies. She felt hard cold stares on her and closed her eyes for a moment. She knew people were afraid of her. That was what was most terrifying of all.
Cymbil gave her daggers a boost, making them reach the ends of the field. People fell. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she plunged back into battle, throwing a man off his feet and 30 feet into the air. He fell behind her.
A man neared Ecka, come at her with a sword. She ducked one blow and let water climb up his legs, freezing him in a constant state of agony.
Cymbil saw someone aim an arrow at Ecka, and rushed to warn her. "Ecka! The trees!"
Ecka turned and froze the arrow in mid air, halting it just before it latched into her chest. The breath vacated her body with surprise and she looked at her sister smiled.
Cymbil smiled with relief, and went back to fighting. People swarmed towards them, seeing them as the worst threat.
Ecka was nearing the end of the battlefield, now simply slicing with her deadly silver blade, felling soldiers, and occasionally, blocking offensive blows.
Willie sees Ecka advancing, and walks smugly towards her.
Ecka watched Willie and starts to get in a bending position.
Willie walked forward and brings fire to his hands. Nothing can stop him.
Ecka's eyes widened. She'd never seen a real firebender. She snuffed out his first flame.
Willie brought his hands together and shot a ball toward her face.
Ecka didn't have a chance to snuff this flame out. The flame crossed harshly over part of her face and she fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
Willie grinned and yanked her to her feet. He led her back towards his clan.Cymbil sees this and cries out. "Ecka!" She starts sobbing.
Ecka stumbled, the skin on her flesh bubbling and boiling, her eye pressed closed forever. Her other eye was blurry so she was nearly blind. She fell to the ground once more.
Willie yanked her violently to her feet and shoved her forward. "Get on with it." He poked her back with his sword.
Ecka tried to waterbend at him but couldn't see straight enough to get a clear aim. She wasn't going to go down with out a fight. She bit what she thought was his arm and fell again, panting. She tried to scramble away.
Blood slowly streamed down his arm, but he slapped her face. He picked her up and tied her hands behind her back.
Ecka cried out in pain when he touched her face and didn't bother fighting anymore, just crumpling in his warm, firm arms, crying softly.
He grunted and lifted her up. "Come on." He led her into the camp.
Ecka closed her eyes, crying. Without thinking she buried her injured, scarred face in his chest.
Awkwardly, he pushed her forward. He ushered her into a tent and down onto the ground. He shackled her feet.
