::JD::
02-21-2006, 04:51 AM
Soultra: Tap into the Soul
The Vargon clan lived peacefully in a valley covered in beautiful white snow. Everything went perfectly in their village because they all kept peace with each other. They were also kind to travelers that would pass by. The travelers that visited came more frequently. Eventually, they had to adjust to many different cultures. One of most popular cultural exchange was the art of Soultra. Soultra was an ancient art of fighting. Warriors would start with a weapon. Elders believed that these weapons consisted of souls of dead warriors. These souls bonded with the souls of the ones who wielded their weapons. The souls also gave the possessors an aura of energy, allowing them to use special techniques. Many Soultra warriors have to go threw grueling training to be able to defeat others in combat.
The Vargon continued this practice for thousands of years. Little to their knowledge, it had then spread throughout the whole world. Once they figured this out they held special tournaments to see who was the most powerful in the land. The tournaments took place in big open coliseums. During the 17th annual tournament he contestants were extremely powerful. One particular competitor was advanced compared to the others. His name was Dalia. In the championship battle Dalia dominated the other warrior. At the end, everyone cheered for him. He was loved throughout the crowd. His opponent lay battered on the ground. He picked up his opponent as to congratulate his effort.
While he rose, a sudden burst of movement burst from the near lifeless being. The man stabbed Dalia in the throat. Blood spurted from the throat of Dalia and all over his opponent. The wicked murderer laughed and said, “Do you really believe that you were that much stronger than me? I merely posed in order to catch you off guard. Some warrior you are…were.” The man immediately drove his sword into his own chest. As his shirt became stained with red he managed to utter his final words. “I may die now, but my soul will live forever within the blade for eternity!” With that he fell dead upon the body of Dalia.
Many years later a boy walked in the forest alone. “I’m never gonna find a way out of here!” As he walked through a series of trees, he finally decided to rest. He sat on the ground and looked up at the sky. He had a vague view of the sky due to the trees. “I wish…I wish I could be a Soultra warrior. They’re so respected and powerful,” he sighed. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like. Before he could open them a bright light glistened in his eyes. “Ouch! Dammit!” He looked up saw a glowing sword. He wrapped his sweaty palms around the shiny jewel encrusted handle, thus starting the adventure of a lifetime.
Basically the boy, Brock, will find the blade that is possessed by Dalia. He’s lost in the forest and will eventually find some travelers who are also lost. I hope that Soultra is clearly understandable to everyone. If you have questions, just ask me and I’ll be glad to answer.
Form:
Name: Brock Erison
Age: 12
Weapon: Kamedogo
Weapon Type: Broad Sword
Weapon Spirit: Dalia
Description: Medium height, moderate frame. Blue short sleeve shirt with red dragon on the front. Black cargo pant with lots of pocket for miscellaneous items or weapons. Short black hair with black beanie. Scar on right side of neck, ribs, and puncture wounds in arm (will be revealed gradually through flash backs.)
Special Techniques: Dragon Tornado, Agility Blaze, Hurricane Cutter
The Vargon clan lived peacefully in a valley covered in beautiful white snow. Everything went perfectly in their village because they all kept peace with each other. They were also kind to travelers that would pass by. The travelers that visited came more frequently. Eventually, they had to adjust to many different cultures. One of most popular cultural exchange was the art of Soultra. Soultra was an ancient art of fighting. Warriors would start with a weapon. Elders believed that these weapons consisted of souls of dead warriors. These souls bonded with the souls of the ones who wielded their weapons. The souls also gave the possessors an aura of energy, allowing them to use special techniques. Many Soultra warriors have to go threw grueling training to be able to defeat others in combat.
The Vargon continued this practice for thousands of years. Little to their knowledge, it had then spread throughout the whole world. Once they figured this out they held special tournaments to see who was the most powerful in the land. The tournaments took place in big open coliseums. During the 17th annual tournament he contestants were extremely powerful. One particular competitor was advanced compared to the others. His name was Dalia. In the championship battle Dalia dominated the other warrior. At the end, everyone cheered for him. He was loved throughout the crowd. His opponent lay battered on the ground. He picked up his opponent as to congratulate his effort.
While he rose, a sudden burst of movement burst from the near lifeless being. The man stabbed Dalia in the throat. Blood spurted from the throat of Dalia and all over his opponent. The wicked murderer laughed and said, “Do you really believe that you were that much stronger than me? I merely posed in order to catch you off guard. Some warrior you are…were.” The man immediately drove his sword into his own chest. As his shirt became stained with red he managed to utter his final words. “I may die now, but my soul will live forever within the blade for eternity!” With that he fell dead upon the body of Dalia.
Many years later a boy walked in the forest alone. “I’m never gonna find a way out of here!” As he walked through a series of trees, he finally decided to rest. He sat on the ground and looked up at the sky. He had a vague view of the sky due to the trees. “I wish…I wish I could be a Soultra warrior. They’re so respected and powerful,” he sighed. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like. Before he could open them a bright light glistened in his eyes. “Ouch! Dammit!” He looked up saw a glowing sword. He wrapped his sweaty palms around the shiny jewel encrusted handle, thus starting the adventure of a lifetime.
Basically the boy, Brock, will find the blade that is possessed by Dalia. He’s lost in the forest and will eventually find some travelers who are also lost. I hope that Soultra is clearly understandable to everyone. If you have questions, just ask me and I’ll be glad to answer.
Form:
Name: Brock Erison
Age: 12
Weapon: Kamedogo
Weapon Type: Broad Sword
Weapon Spirit: Dalia
Description: Medium height, moderate frame. Blue short sleeve shirt with red dragon on the front. Black cargo pant with lots of pocket for miscellaneous items or weapons. Short black hair with black beanie. Scar on right side of neck, ribs, and puncture wounds in arm (will be revealed gradually through flash backs.)
Special Techniques: Dragon Tornado, Agility Blaze, Hurricane Cutter