Post by Lloth on Sept 11, 2007 14:12:31 GMT -5
Stealthy and deadly they have always been, since their creation, with the aid of Lloth, the Dark Maiden and Goddess of the Shadows. Seen outside of Kheleksii mostly by those whose death they will bring about, they worship the Queen of the Spiders above all else, and every that she commands is carried out by them. Now, as you walk along the cold grounds of the kingdom, you come upon a simple one storied, grey-stone building, quite inconpiuous but for the small mark of a red spider that is upon its black, iron door. Here is where those initiates wishing to be part of the Shadows come inside, to prove their worth--if indeed it is something that they have--and to seek permission to begin training into this dark order.
As you step inside, the door creaking on its hinges upon your use of it, you come into a starkly bare room, the only piece of furniture a wooden table at the end of the room before yet another door, of the same iron and shade as the one through which you just entered. Looking to the walls while you make your way to the table you observe how worn they seem, traces of something red smeared along parts of it--blood perhaps? The hard floor is smooth and clean, though with the small amount of light in the room--the only bit let in through a small, rectangular crack on the walls on either side of you--it is rather difficult to tell what lurks in the corners.
Finally reaching the table you observe a piece of parchment laid out and a quill with an inkwell beside it, a few names already written down on the parchment in a list, though most of them have a line scratched out along it. If you truly believe that you are one destined to become a Shadow, then dare write your name down. Otherwise, the suggestion remains for you to turn back, and never again show your face with pride among those of Kheleksii.
As you step inside, the door creaking on its hinges upon your use of it, you come into a starkly bare room, the only piece of furniture a wooden table at the end of the room before yet another door, of the same iron and shade as the one through which you just entered. Looking to the walls while you make your way to the table you observe how worn they seem, traces of something red smeared along parts of it--blood perhaps? The hard floor is smooth and clean, though with the small amount of light in the room--the only bit let in through a small, rectangular crack on the walls on either side of you--it is rather difficult to tell what lurks in the corners.
Finally reaching the table you observe a piece of parchment laid out and a quill with an inkwell beside it, a few names already written down on the parchment in a list, though most of them have a line scratched out along it. If you truly believe that you are one destined to become a Shadow, then dare write your name down. Otherwise, the suggestion remains for you to turn back, and never again show your face with pride among those of Kheleksii.
Name:
Weapons:
Why do you want to join?:
Are you interested in being a Trainer?:
Why do you believe that you should be accepted?:
Once you have signed-up, someone will come along shortly to size you up and get you on the roster 'officially.' If you're lucky you might be met with Erebos himself, right hand of Lloth here upon the world. Though 'lucky' isn't exactly the word to call it. Better yet, hope that he's not the one that welcomes you into training.Weapons:
Why do you want to join?:
Are you interested in being a Trainer?:
Why do you believe that you should be accepted?:
Rules
*Only those of Kheleksii may join
*All posts should be at least a paragraph worth of RP
*Any OOC comments go HERE
*Only those of Kheleksii may join
*All posts should be at least a paragraph worth of RP
*Any OOC comments go HERE
