The Dawn of the Black Flame (ask)

[The Prophet]

-also, the reason this is in the independants area is because this is to be used as a faction hq i suppose.-

ooc: this rp is designated towards boli and ranka, if you feel the erge to join please ask me...

*the shifting surface of an unknown planet spews out molten magma, which harden once it exits the atmosphere, sending small meteors into space, there is a toxic cloud around the planet filled with ash... somehow there are small ammounts of life being supported on the planet, mainly insects and small heat resistant lizards...*

*upon the surface of the planet lies veran and devlen del-arshu... somehow they have made their way to the planet, they are currently unconsious.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Groaning, Devlen stood up, rubbing his head, then looked around himself and nearly fainted. How the hell had he gotten here...wherever here actually was. He stood up, breathing in the fumes, then choking and spluttering on the sulphuric air. Immediately he sat down and reached into his pocket, pulling out something similar to a Kel'Dor's breathing apparatus, and put it on, breathing in the stale, filtered air, then proceeded to examine his surroundings a little more.*

[The Prophet]

"and so the first awakens..."

*a man clad in black and white robes walks from behind Devlen, he is around 6 foot and has black hair similar to that of devlen. he bears no weapons except a small black dagger that hangs on a black chain around his neck.*

"greetings and welcome to the Black flame, the swirling flaming remnants of an ancient planet that outdates the republic."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*For a brief moment, vision of death and destruction swept his consciousness, and Devlen nearly fell off his feet in surprise. He wasn't seeing this world, but another...with a similar fate. Unsteadily, he nodded his head, then introduced himself.*

"Uh...hi...Um...my name is Dev-"

[The Prophet]

"i know your name... your name is sacred and is not to be spoken..."

*the man laughs*

"but here, you are in balance... good and evil, wrong and right... and if you believe in the force, Light and Dark are all one, so you may utter the unholy name."

'you have been called here to serve a purpose... "

"you are the Clone of a very powerful man... a man, who, rejected the truth for years until, his mind was liberated and his thoughts and powers ran free..."

" He was the Second Eldest of the final Generation of the Nokatzu lineage, and along with the unholy one, chose a new surname, a name that is reserved for only the highest powers in the legacy of his bloodline. He was named Boli, by his mother, a twisted woman of mancery from the void who was assimilated by the race of the father, who was royalty... Boli was born of scandal, and was hidden from the public, and remained a secret until he was found by his brothers..."

"yes i know who you are.... Devlen Del-Arshu"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"You know much...Who are you...and who is he?"

*Devlen's eyes never left the stranger, he was wound up like a cat, wary. Obviously odd things were occuring here.*

[The Prophet]

"I, Devlen, am the Black Flame... this planet, this shell, hoses a greater being, and I am simply the appariton of his soul, projected by the ancient energies that flow through the soil of this ravaged world..."

*there is a pause*

"and as for the sacred one... he lies beneath the molten exterior of the Black Flame, he fuels it... He is burried alive, yet he is dead, and will remain that way until you acomplish your goal."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli ignored the fact that his question was misinterpreted, but continued anyway.*

"Which is?"

[Jetzt]

Sorry dudes, no clones.