Suikoden: The Crystal Dawn

[Saga]

The Queendom of Falena, a land rich in beauty and forever ruled by the eternal grace of the Falena women. A hundred years ago, war struck the lands; a monstrous battle over the Falenan Royal Family heirloom: The Sun Rune that very nearly brought the Queendom to its knees. It was through the sheer determination of the Prince and his Rebellion Army that Falena was saved and the Sun Rune returned to the Sun Palace along with the Dawn and Twilight Runes which would forever protect the Royal Family.

Or so it was thought. For the next hundred years, Falena once again prospered, flourishing to become the most beautiful land in Suiko. The Queen's Knights fought to protect the lands in the name of Falena and wins were born unto the current Queen and Commander of the Knights.

Just seventeen years after the royal twins birth, discord once again rang out from the very core of Falena. Was another uprising at hand? What was causing this ripple? Was war just around the corner again? The Prince and Princess are stuck at the very centre. The time will soon come for them to gather the Stars of Destiny and take this new evil head on... But exactly when this would occur, is the real question.

The Crystal Dawn; A story of Runes, War and Friendship. Upon which side will you stand?

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Slender fingers tapped an impatient staccato upon the wooden desk, piercing eyes fixed firmly on the courier before the young woman.

"Princess, all notices are now up. We shall be starting to take a registry for participants shortly. Would you like to be kept up to date?"

The princess yawned, waving her hand dismissively. "Not really, Edward. You know how disinteresting this whole thing is to me. I'm not ready to get married..."

"But Princess... your mother ..."

"My mother is doing what she has to do as Queen, yada yada. Ensuring the Falenan rule and all that..." Kiyoki rubbed her eyes. "I know all this."

Her eyes fell upon the notice on her desk, brows furrowing in annoyance. Who had put it there?

The Royal Games

The Royal Games, a tradition of the Falenan Royal Family for centuries; the ultimate tournament which will decide the fate of the Queendom. The winner will recieve honor above all others, as well as the future title of Commander of the Queens' Knights. However, the true reason behind the Games is to decide who will take the Princess's hand in marriage and become her defender upon her ascension to the throne.

All may enter so long as they know how to wield a weapon; or hire another to do the fighting for you whilst you walk away with the prize.

Preceding the Matches, the Prince and his Bodyguard will take part in the Ceremonial Opening Battle to officially start the Royal Games.

Those wishing to try for the highest honor placed upon a male in Falena, must be registered before the match-ups begin.
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"You're dismissed, Edward."

"You don't need to be so boorish."

"Dear brother, this whole thing... finding me a husband... do you agree with it?"

"Of course not. I'd rather you found your own husband rather than one of the inevitable muscleheads who will preen and prance to impress you." Michio stepped into the room from the doorway, tugging at his royal robes. "If he looks like a wimp, I'll challenge him to defend your honour. I'm not having my sister marry some poncy nobleman who got your hand just because he hired the best fighter."

There was a fire in Michio's eyes that told Kiyomi her twin meant every word he said. "You're the best brother, ever!" she stood and threw herself at him, embracing him so forcefully he could barely draw breath. She released him only when he gasped for air in her ear. "Oh... sorry."

The Prince grinned at the sheepish look on his sisters' face. "Don't worry about it," his words were somewhat breathless. "Come on, let's go for a walk outside the Sun Palace."

Kiyomi didn't need asking twice. Hooking her arm in his, she gently guided the way out of the room, down the large staircase, through the Palace doors and out into the town beyond.


((They are outside of the Palace by the way, meaning anyone in the town can freely interact with them if they desire it.))

 

[AddleBoy]

OOC: Colet Le Maire

Where is she? Not in her room. Not in garden or the courtyard. Not in the prince's room.

"Princess? Princess!" Colet called out, though he received no answer. "Where could she be?!"

The clanking of Colet's armour could be heard throughout the Royal Halls as he searched about frantically. Falena's Royal Palace was a rather large place, and playing hide-and-seek there would prove to be difficult for the seeker. Colet was currently losing the game. Upon further investigation, he found a servant tending to their duties.

After hearing Colet's inquiry, the servant informed him that he, "saw the princess heading toward the castle entrance with the prince."

Colet imediately made his way toward the palace's entrance mumbling all the way. "She has already left the palace? I go to the washroom for one minute and she leaves without me!"

Colet ventured out into the town outside of the palace, Falena's capital, Sol Falena. The streets were busy with the everyday life. Among the commoners in the street, Colet found the princess walking arm-in-arm with the prince.

"There she is. Princess!" he yelled loudly, ignoring the looks he got from people on the street. After jogging up to her, and quickly turning to acknowledge the prince, he brought his attention back to her. "Where have you been, princess? You know you should not leave the palace without my protection!"

 

[Donald Trump]

"Tra la la la la"
He sang this merry tune outloud as he skipped down the street. His morning had started well. He remembered how as he was climbing up the hill to deliver one of his sermons, a women inside her house had cried out, "Oh sweet Jesus"
He happily replied " Good morning to you too". He then beamed and raced up the hill.
His sermon had gone well. He had told them that people whose adress was 666 were not very nice indeed, and asked if anyone had photos of someone living in a house with the address 666. Someone had come forward and shown him one. Jesus held it up to the crowd.
"Does anyone know why the subject of the photo has red eyes?"
"Because of the flash acting like sunlight and causing the red chemicals that protect against the sun, showing the eye as red?
"No!" Roared Jeus. "Because that person is a satanist".
The crowd gasped as one.
"Neverfear, to stop these bastards ruining photographs in the future, sprinkle holy water on them".
"Also when taking photographs of interracial couples, use Kodak film".
The crowd all thanked him.

Jesus was recalled to the present as skipped straight into a brick wall an smashed his head. Owwwwwww. He fell to the ground then started screaming and rolling about, occasionally spinning like a beyblade.
"I've gone blind, oh no". But then Jesus rolled onto his back and stayed there to catch his breath, when a gust of wind blew a flyer thing off his face.
He grabbed it and read it.
He rose to his feet and jumped up and down seven and a half times. " NONONONONONONONONONOOONNONONO" Didn't these royals know that fighting was bad? He would go and put a stop to them now. So he coiled himself up into a ball and rolled towards the royal palace. On the way he almost ran over a cat, but luckily, it moved at the last minute.
He sprung out of his ball shape when he arrived at the palace, only just avoiding a fat guy dressed in armour.
The fat man was yelling out to someone, what was he saying? Then he realised he was yelling for the princess. Lo and behold a girl walking hand in hand with, was it a man? They were both so anorexic that Jesus couldn't tell, turned round.
They must be these royals he thought so he bellowed out in a voice with so much bass in it that all the white people around got very scared.
"YOUR ROYAL GAMES ARE IMMORAL".

 

[Gaige]

Marishka stroked her horse gently as she stood in the soft grassy field, miles away from the palace. A large brown animal with soft eyes, it was majestic, strong and graceful, just like her.
The spear at her side sharpened to a point, she smiled gently at the animal. Her relationship with Anastasia was about the closest she'd ever come to love.
She whinnied impatiently as her head rose, done with gracing the lush green grass below her, and Marishka smiled.
"Soon, Anastasia. Soon."
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Yelena ran over to her master, Jesus. Her eyes were bright with concern and she reached him fast after hearing his roar.
"My Lord, are you OK?" she asked. She had a flask of water in her pale hand, and she quickly handed it to Jesus.
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Maximillian had had enough of this stupid college. He was just about ready to leave after the last lot of fights with his teachers.
They wanted him to stay. Ordered it, and yet he was planning to escape tonight.

 

[Fusionist]

A slender form leaned against the wall beside the wooden door. Damien's brown eyes were shut closed, his long dark lashes contrasting against his pale skin. However, the young man was attentive to his surrounding. He heard the light foot steps leaving the study belonging to the courier who had arrived before he and Michio had.

Damien opened his eyes in time to see the courier, this Edward, walk out into the hallway. The site of Damien startled the man a bit before he politely bowed in greetings before leaving the bodyguard's sight.

The young man shifted a bit, causing the large sword at his left hip to waver, but the weapon held strong by the simple belt and sheath.

It was hard to fathom the weapon was useless to everyone else because of it's so-called heavy weight, but Damien shrugged inwardly. He didn't like sharing weapons anyways.

As a bodyguard, he was privy to private conversations that the prince had with others. Some rather secretive in nature, some showing the prince as himself, and other just down right embarrassing had Damien not been so used to those kind of offers being thrown at the prince's way. At least Michio would graciously refuse such offers.

He could hear the light laughter between the twins in the room before the combined footsteps of duo coming out. When he saw the princess, he himself bowed with an arm over his chest before falling in line behind them, more so behind Michio.

Blinking, Damien realized Knight Le Maire (OOC: Do you include that small middle part of the name as the last name?) wasn't within the vicinity, not even at a further distance.

Wincing a bit, Damien couldn't help but sympathize with the man for having such a difficult charge to look after. Michio could be obnoxious sometimes, but at least he was within the bodyguard's sight.

Sighing quietly, he continued to follow the prince and princess out of the castle and further, keeping a hand on the handle of his blade out of habbit.

(OOC: olol, no dialog from my guy in this post )

 

[Dean Winchester]

High above the cliffs, at the outskirts of Sol Falena, an ominous presence makes his appearance gazing upon the numerous citizens from his advantaged position. The man’s name is Janus Augnus Varelius, and he is seen wearing a ragged, light dirty yellow trench coat with his arms crossed over his chest.

On the back of his trench coat we can view in black ink the images of two angels, standing back to back, carrying spears and shields and a cross shaped sword behind them. We can also see the word; "Invincibilis" which means Invincible in Latin, on the picture of a black ribbon above the angels, the letters are in gold colour. Underneath the coat, Augnus wears a sleeveless collar button shirt which he leaves partially open. He also wears black pants and long dark brown ring boots and a pair of black leather gloves.

With his villainous, oval shaped greenish gray eyes, Janus gazes upon the foolish men and women that are about to attend to the meaningless contest. There was this much hatred and envy that he feels towards the Royal Family, that the only reason he participates in the tournament is only to humiliate as many warriors as possible in battle. Completely arrogant, adamant and nihilist, Janus set foot toward Falena.

As he walked down the hill, his heavy footsteps flattening the soil and crushing the bladed of grass beneath the mud covered sole of his boots. His trench coat, all covered with dust and worn due to the constant traveling, waved ominously as it was caught by the chilling wins of the noon. As the trench coat waves along with the wind, his menacing zweihander, The Avenger, is revealed sheathed in its scabbard and fixed to his belt.


Soon he reaches the gates of Falena…

 

[Rorolina Frixell]

Rudely awakened from a quite nap outside, Luke was slapped in the face by a piece of paper, blown across by the winds, roughly grasping it his hand he pulled it off his face and looked at what it said. "The royal games, eh? Can't say the prize interests me, but I could use the exercise..." Rising to his feet he picked up his sword in his right hand and rested in on his right shoulder and began his walk to Sol Falena, it wasn't far from the village so he could get there in a few hours if he didn't stop. He knew the area pretty well but he followed the signs anyway, least that way he was less likely to have much trouble from attackers. Brushing back some of his red hair that got in his face he sheathed his sword and started walking, making use of the morning sun while it lasted.

The wind was starting to die down now as the sun began to rise higher, warming the area significantly. He was about halfway there when he hears a dull rumble from overhead. "Oh great... Not now..." Turning around he saw dark clouds edging ever closer to him, quickly turning back around he began to break into a run, he didn't want to get caught in a lightning storm, after a few minutes he saw the top of the city, still quite a distance he kept running.

 

[Saga]

::Kiyomi and Michio ~ Sol Falena::

"Where have you been, princess? You know you should not leave the palace without my protection!"

Kiyomi's eyes rolled at the sound of her bodyguard's voice, tongue clucking against the roof of her mouth as she turned her eyes on him, peering up into his eyes. He wasn't a bad bodyguard, but Kiyomi found him to be perhaps a little too protective. She smiled inwardly. "I'm sorry, Coh-let," she drew his name out, sounding it in the one way she knew irritated him, "but I really needed to get some air. All this studying makes me grouchy you know!" Her lips pursed into a perfect little pout. "I'll be more careful next time."

"YOUR ROYAL GAMES ARE IMMORAL".

Kiyomi almost jumped out of her skin at the loud, rumbling voice that seemed to explode from a somewhat fragile seeming man. She blinked warily, clinging to Michio's arm tighter as though it was the one thing that kept her sane. Her eyes flickered over towards Colet. As much as they obviously grated on each other; for she knew she was not the easiest person to take care of, the Princess was more than certain that the Knight would protect her against this... rather insane seeming person.

And then there was another, offering something to the crazed man. "What on earth..." she muttered, releasing her vicelike grip upon Michio's arm. The male twin turned, a small smile on his face.

"Unlike Colet," Michio always made sure to pronounce his name correctly, "Damien isn't so easy to shake off." Michio's dark eyes twinkled as he gazed at his bodyguard, personally chosen by his mother and father to forever protect him. "Why the solemn face, Damien," the prince asked, brushing a lock of his dark hair from his dancing eyes. "Maybe I need to figure out a way to make you loosen up."

There was perhaps more to his words than many would first realize.



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::Taishi and Hitoki ~ Ames Palace::

A low grunt emanated deep in the vampire's throat as he stretched his arms, feeling his shoulders bunch and then relax. His piercing gaze was fixed firmly upon the knight sweating before him, pale hair stuck to his damp forehead. Deep blues eyes filled with determination stared back as Taishi made for another thrust, a movement Hitoki was barely able to ride out, his body tiring.

The vampire smirked, bringing his Nodachi back round with a simple swing and resting it on his shoulder. The smaller knight took a step back, dual katanas almost limp in his tired hands. "You're getting better every day," Taishi commented, slipping his long blade into the sling on his back. "Wasn't that long ago that you'd be on your back by now."

"Or my front," Hitoki retorted, eyes sparkling as he wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm. His chest sported several nicks from Taishi's blade, each seeping its own little river of blood. "I'm going to get washed up before we see The Emperor."

Hitoki made to leave the room, restricted by doing so by Taishi's arm suddenly barring his way. "I think I better come with you to make sure you're not late." The animalistic thirst in Taishi's eyes made Hitoki smile slightly. They were probably going to be late now anyway.

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Taishi pushed open the doors to the throne room, admitting himself and Hitoki. The servant at the door gasped and spluttered at this, struggling to form words as the dark knight strode past him without a second glance. The smaller knight stopped briefly, bowing only slightly towards the man before continuing in Taishi's shadow.

"My Lord," Taishi spoke in his deep, resonating voice, cold eyes peering upwards as he knelt before the throne. Hitoki sank to his knee beside him, blonde hair gracefully bowed. The servant blustered further, now coming closer to the two knights, pointing towards the door.

"Sir Knights, you h-h-have no right t-t-t-to be barging int-t-t-to The Emperor's th-th-th-throne room unannounced!"

Hitoki allowed a smirk to lift his lips as Taishi made a fluid movement from the ground, his blade suddenly resting at the servants' throat. "Lowlife. I suggest you show more respect when addressing a knight," Taishi hissed into the man's ear, canines peeking from beneath his lips as his mouth neared the soft skin of the servant's throat. The man struggled causing the long blade to dig in, drawing a line of red across flesh. The scent of blood hit Xi's nose immediately, pupils dilating to its seductive touch. "You shouldn't have moved..." Taishi purred, eyes a thirsty crimson.

"Taishi... It isn't polite to toy with your food before the Great Emperor," Hitoki said softly, raising an eyebrow, though the smirk lingered upon his expression.

((There you go Justin. Taishi wants to drain him. You can stop him if you like ))

 

[Ness]

His Highness, the Sovereign Emperor of Ames, Lazarus III of the Royal House of Salazar, sat quietly on his throne. He sat, rather impatiently, resting his head against his left fist while drumming the fingers of his right hand on the arm of the throne. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was set into an annoyed frown.

They are late. Of all the times to be late...

Lazarus snapped his fingers, and a servant scampered in front of the throne. He bowed deeply. Lazarus sighed. Since his father's death, it seemed that everyone was going out of their way to make him happy. He was no fool...and could see right through their sycophantic displays. However...they were useful. So he allowed them, and exploited them.

"Highness?"

Lazarus decided to tweak the servant a bit. He rose from his throne rapidly and strode over to the servant, lifting him off the ground to bring their eyes to the same level. "Where in the HELL is Taishi Xi? I've been waiting for far too long...and it was YOUR responsibility to fetch him!" Lazarus's booming voice caught the attention of the others in the throne room, but they quickly resumed their duties, thankful that they had not fallen under the Emperor's ire.

A line of sweat broke out on the servant's face, and he began to stammer. "Um...ah...I...I...I...."

"SPEAK UP!!!" Lazarus roared while shaking the servant. "Otherwise, I swear, this pathetic display of stammering will be the last thing that comes from your mouth!"

"I'll go get him, Majesty! Forgive me!" Tears began to well up in the servan't face.

At the sight of them, Lazarus sneered and tossed the man to the ground. As he stalked back to his throne, he could hardly surpress a laugh while he said, "You had better." This is a weak man. He hardly has a place in my service...perhaps I should actually make good on my threats. Lazarus hardly had time to complete his thought before the throne room doors burst open, almost knocking over the servant. Lazarus watched as the servant tried to approach the duo that had entered the room...and smirked as Taishi knocked him to the ground. Cold. Ruthless. Perfect for the task at hand.

Lazarus stood and clapped his hands together, as if applauding Taishi's performance. "Bravo. You continue to impress me...and you've confirmed the very reason I've called you here." Lazarus sat back down, and beckoned in Taishi's direction. "As you may know, the Royal Games are coming up very soon. To put it simply, I want you to enter in my stead. Of course, you'll be rewarded for your efforts. Fifty thousand gold pieces for entering, double that if you are victorious." Lazarus's eyes narrowed and focused on Taishi's. "Well? Certainly you don't HAVE to...but I strongly suggest you take me up on my offer." Lazarus spoke with the tone of someone who was not often refused...

 

[Dean Winchester]

As the villainous man walked down the hill towards the mighty gates of Sol Falena, a dreaded wind began to blow from the east. The wind was so swift and so cold that it began to be felt by most of the citizens who were walking throughout the royal city. The man approached the gates, imposing is presence as the shadows of Hades and Chaos followed near. Shoulders relaxed, his waving hair fell all over his shoulders and on his forehead, serving as a frame to his cold eyes. As soon as he arrived the gates, two heavily armoured guards (about six feet tall each) stood before him preventing his entry. Janus halted, almost being annoyed by the opposition. After being interrogated by the guard whose lance was aimed at Janus's chest, Janus revealed that his purpose here was merely to participate in the Royal Games.

After much careful deliberation, the guards let him through the gates. Janus felt triumphant, having passed the gate guards without having to stirr any trouble.

As he roamed the streets of Sol Falena, Janus witnessed much of the citizens way of life. He felt intoxicated, bothered and disgusted with all of their seemingly false peace. All full of hypocrisy to the point that he felt the disgust building up in his stomach and going up to his throat.

 

[Gaige]

Max was sitting, waiting for night to fall at his windowsill. His bed was made up, his sheets tied in a knot, ready to lower him safely to earth (or so he hoped) He wasn't exactly the strongest of individuals, but he had been working out, and with any luck, would succeed.
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Yelena felt eyes on her back, but didn't turn around to pay attention as she attempted to give Jesus the water.