MochaFrappu Posted February 20, 2017 Share Posted February 20, 2017 It has been over half a decade since the world of Archaden was thrown into chaos. A war between elves, orcs, dwarves and the like. Before that unnecessary, catastrophic war, these races were seemingly at peace with each other. They each had their own land, their own laws, their own structures that they followed meticulously. Now, even subspecies assault each other. Archaden was transformed into an anarchy over the period of a year, and all that's left is the gangs that roam the streets. Each of them aim to earn respect as a means of controlling lesser men and women, that is the only true motive the majority seem to have. Not many last on their own. That was simply the way things were now. Hundreds of thousands of gangs spread across the world, some only consisting of a dozen members, others of over a thousand. Some represented a specific goal, while other gangs were driven only by murder, rape and thievery. Although the word "gang" insinuates criminals, there were plenty of gangs that concentrated on helping people get by and doing as much as possible to mend their devastated world. Even in cruel, merciless clans, there always existed a few members who were kind and caring by nature, but forced to join against their will or better judgement. Out of every existent rivalry in Archaden, the light elves and dark elves had the most intense and gruesome of them all. There were many separate gangs and factions of light elves and dark elves, and they pillaged each other daily. You'd think the elves would have teamed up instead, to go after a greater, obvious common enemy: orcs. Sadly, that wasn't the case. It was much more complex than that. In the western region of Archaden, there were four major species at odds with each other. Light elves, dark elves, orcs and hobogoblins. The dwarves in the west had previously been wiped out, and now were crowded together in the east. One particular bunch of light elves were renowned for their perseverance and ruthlessness. That was simply a general assumption, not all of the members were like that. A young, talented healer by the name of Lucius was reluctantly a part of this brutal band, he definitely didn't join by choice. He had previously spent his time healing the wounded at the run-down clinic nearby, when he was spotted by the leader of the gang; a man named Yeris. He wasn't given the power to decide, he was simply snatched away. They needed a healer, and he just so happened to be there. Wrong place, wrong time. Luckily, when Yeris and the others were dormant and not in the middle of slaughtering dark elves, Lucius managed to sneak off for a small while without being detected. Although he was the only healer, he wasn't exactly popular in the group. Many looked down upon him, specifically because they saw him as too fragile and meek. Truth is, they never bothered to learn more about him in the first place. At least Yeris was pleasant with him. Lucius would head back to the clinic once or twice a week, to continue what he originally intended: healing the wounded. That was where he was en route tonight, a small smile on his rosy lips. The wind was strong and haphazard, sweeping his waist-length platinum blonde hair in multiple directions all at once. His shawl hardly kept him warm, his pale hands crossed over his chest as he quickened his pace. His lavender eyes darted around the area, no matter how many times he took the same path without trouble, he couldn't shake the paranoia that something would go terribly wrong. Once the clinic was in view, he broke into a sprint, but was faced with an unfamiliar sight: no one was there. Not one damaged man, woman or child. Highly unusual. At least, he didn't think anyone was there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rainbowman Posted March 11, 2017 Share Posted March 11, 2017 Liam and Griffin. It was already told that there are types of elf gangs. There are light ones and dark ones and the ones who doesn't bother or was not chosen yet by the tribes. The dark elves, by the name itself, is dark. Where they do the unfavorable things. Although there are also different classes of the dark elves. It's like showing the levels of how bad they are. The highest rank of the dark elves is the Angus Gang. Angus which means 'Unique strength'. This gang is the most powerful of the dark elves, making them the kings of the streets. The gang is lead by Griffin. He lead his warriors to war and send them to the borderline to catch a prey and make it theirs. Like a recruiting process, and if they were to be rejected, then the killing starts. They train the ones who accepted them. Some left their own and joins the gang, the ones who wants to be stronger, the ones who doesn't want defeat, the ones who wants to live. Although the Angus gang never started the wrong way, they were made to help before a greater war was created between them and the light elves. And since then, for Griffin, if you believe that defeat is your worst enemy and of you believe that winning a war is the best answer to glory, then you succeed. Build the bond within the gang and be a family of each other, fighting against the others even if it means doing the wrong things. Any would do, to win. Griffin had a very special warrior, Liam. Liam is his best fighter and his lover. He even said at some point that if he would ever pass the hierarchy to someone, that would be Liam. Liam lost everything as a young and was already trained by Griffin as they get older and as they fell in love. He knows every single bit of what's going on Griffin's head, so whenever he sends Liam out, he doesn't need a word said. That was before they went the wrong path to destruction and war, when the Angus Gang became greedy for power and strength. They started a war against the light elves causing a big destruction on the ground. Liam doesn't like what's going on and started to disobey Griffin's commands, started to question the 'whys'. But Griffin didn't bother, for he is always right, because the stronger is always right. They started to fight and the thoughts are getting blurred. Liam doesn't understand Griffin anymore until he decided to leave him for good. He left a few steps but Griffin stopped him. He was devastated with the fact that the one he loves would leave him, the only person who knew everything about him and the only person he thought he could trust, leaves him. He casts a spell to his greatest warrior, that he can leave his side, but he never leave his territory. Making Liam's skin burn if he crossed the borderline. The spell is so strong that no magic can turn it away. Liam begged Griffin to just let him go and he would never be bothered but Griffin is so furious that he made the spell worse. He added up a casting spell that Liam can only be free if he finds someone who can give him the same or more amount of love and care Griffin has provided him over the years. And for Griffin, that is impossible to achieve. Liam is a dark elf, and a great warrior of the highest rank, who would want to love an elf with a dead heart filled with war and a burning skin. When Liam left and ran he went towards the borderline, trying to reach the other side as he jumped across but was forced back by gravity. He laid on the ground while his skin burns. Wishing death could answer the unruly spell. Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. sorry for the delay. forgive me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MochaFrappu Posted March 16, 2017 Author Share Posted March 16, 2017 The clinic was absolutely desolate, although there were no signs of any destruction or gang fight that had taken place. Everything was still where Lucius had left it, even down to the sprawled out bandages that lay on one of the many bloodied benches. This clinic was one of the very few left in a large proximity, most of the others had been burnt down or teared apart for scraps. Even with there still being a couple others left, most of the clinics were dangerous to go to. They were usually occupied by a gang, excluding the clinic Lucius visited. This clinic in particular had been safe for a while now, although he still had to be extremely careful. After all, anything could happen at anytime. The territorial borderline was just outside one of the entrances of the clinic, a large entrance missing its doors, making it easy to see through to the outside. Lucius never crossed that border, partially in fear that someone would see him and he'd be punished, but also because there was never any legitimate reason to. He preferred it that way, of course, he wouldn't want anything to stimulate his curiosity. The last time he got curious, asking one too many questions about the other side of the border, a fellow gang member slapped him so hard his face felt numb for days. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder what the dark elves were like, on the other side of that border. In reality, the border may as well not exist, no one seemed to follow the rules properly. He constantly saw people coming and going past it, along with many who wouldn't cross the border, but would still shoot arrows at any they saw on the other side. People were cruel, Lucius knew this very well, and he had been told many times before that his purity and kindness would be the death of him. He just wanted to help everyone, to do as much as he could for others, and to take no part in the wars that were going on at the time. Yeris may have initially kidnapped Lucius, but Lucius couldn't help but be grateful that the man at least took care of him. He wasn't especially bloodthirsty or psychotic, like his underlings were, he was a calm and logical man who practically resonated superiority. It was easy to become prideful when Yeris was not only very powerful and intelligent, but also had a large following and doting subordinates that would do anything and everything for him. Lucius initially expected Yeris to be abusive and sadistic, but it seemed as though he wasn't even close to either of those things. Although, he could only assume, who knows what Yeris was like behind closed doors? Lucius was frantically searching for a sign of life when he heard a strange noise coming from outside the clinic, followed by a large thump. His ears perked up at the sound, both relieved and nervous at the thought of someone being nearby. He was careful in his advance, only peeking towards the direction of the noise before he noticed a man on the ground, on the other side of the border. He looked to be in pain, something must have happened to him. Lucius scurried forward, halting right at the line of the border, unsure of whether he should go over it or not, before he abandoned his prior hesitations. He ran to the man, passing the border, and kneeled down next to him. "Hey, are you okay?! You're hurt, I can heal you." It's no problem! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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