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City of the Thousand Races, near the Gate Square - 11:00 AM 1st day of the 5th month; Year 2 of the Alliance of Races From the outside, the place looked like a regular house of 'The Thousand', as the city was called. Snow white walls with doors, windows and their frames coloured a bright yellow, and the light grey roof tiles that were so characteristic. Most houses and stores on the center of the City followed that pattern, each with it´s details painted a diferent colour, giving the place a simple, light and confortable atmosphere. Despite that, behind the locked door and down the hidden -
Cold. that was the one word that could accurately describe Vermilion, Kanto in the first few months of every year. Cold, nearly miserable. The pungent scent of salt hung seemed to hang heavier on the air than usual, the only thing breaking the silence of the Early morning hours being the occasional sloshing of the choppy waters against the bow of a moored vessel and the even less frequent hiss of sea spray against the docks themselves; coating the entire place in a low mist that seemed to swallow up the feet of all who passed through. And all the while, the blanket of grey, dejected clo
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Bane stood before the smoldering embers of of ruin. His blade hung low in his grasp as his Psyche Jewel initiated the cool down phase, flares of telekinetic force still dying on his fingertips as he turned to face the prospective troopers, eyes cold as the dessert sun as he gazed upon each in turn. Gen stood on the observation platform overlooking the training field, clipboard in hand as she gave a sigh and backed away from the glass, shaking her head. "You failed." Bane said, lifting his weapon and directing the soldier's attention to what was left of the being they'd been testing aga -
((Official Theme of this RP:)) "We're here, sir." A lone pilot said as he eased back on the controls. All around him the cockpit instruments were blazing to life as he initiated the landing procedures, shutting off the engines and reducing their speed enough to not burn up upon touch down. Sitting beside him was a man of high Military rank, his shoulders covered with silver epillets and a host of medals adorning his broad chest. He stood from his seat, gazing at the ruins visible in the distance, shrouded partially in the dense vegetation of the sprawling forest. The setting sun cast a brigh
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Stratos looked up at the holy city, Cithalos, in the distance, it's streets alive with festivities in the night air. the glow of thousands of lanterns burned bright against the darkened sky, throngs of travelers entering and leaving through the two southern most gates of the walled civilization. he adjusted his old cloak on his shoulders, pulling up his hood and concealing his face as he looked back to the cave mouth behind him, where the Drake Thead stood silently, his scales alive with a redish gold glow in the darkened night. "It is finally time." Stratos said simply, taking the spear kno
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Today is the day. You walked out of your door this morning and headed out to the local Recruitment center, Joined by many others. You're all left standing in the Plaza out front for a long while, Then finally, A Military Officer steps out of the center's wide double doors, and announces that the Recruitment process is now open. You are all told the form Eight Lines. There is surprisingly far less chaos as the direction is followed than one would expect in a crowd of so many people. The procedure is under way, person after person walks up to the Booths assigned to their lines, Answering the Qu