((alright! Now we can have the whole list set up!

Red: Magma: Dark, Queen of Angmar: Firis&Meridian
Orange: Desert: Lady Gweniven McAlester: Illyanna&Shander
Yellow: Plains: The~Doctor
Green: Tropical: Keelin_Rose: Ember&Satire
Blue: Arctic: Vengence: Zero
Indigo: Tundra: Elenya: Sorcha&Etain
Violet: Deep Sea: Eruraina: Rena&Granit
Silver: Moon: Melawen
Gold: Sun: Amoniel: Emmeline&Sabrah
Black: Light: Turwaithiel Swann: Airithnu
White: Dark: Nauriel Rochnur
Brown: Death: Smeagollum: Adilya&Bryceson

Keelin... you shall have the remaining Tropical Egg... and the ones that have no names are the ones that haven't posted a bio!))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Zero scanned the landscape through eyes narrowed to a slit. He was summoned here, and to do what, Zero didn't know. One thing he did know, though.

He did not like to be summoned. He beat his wings a little slower, looking for the place they'd told him to come to. It wasn't exactly obvious. What, did they expect to be attacked at any time or something? Zero thought.

He'd like a good fight. Was aching for it. He needed to kill someone to let off steam. Watch the realization come to their eyes that they are about to die as Zero prepares his saber for a downward strike. Or a swipe at their neck for crushing their windpipe. Zero preferred both and neither. As long as the method killed, it didn't matter. He licked his lips, exposing his white fangs, and hoped that they were about to be attacked.

Then he glided slowly down in spirals to the entrance of the cave.

Someone had gotten there before him.

Nevertheless, Zero walked into the cave. It comforted him, he liked caves. It was about the only thing he did like.

"I am Zero, and I was summoned here. For what I do not know," Zero said coldly eyeing everyone in the room with his red eyes, "But it better be important."

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"It is important." Sorcha walked to the mouth of the cave, addressing both of the newcomers at once. "We will wait till others are here to explain everything."

(ooh, I love angsty male characters in RPs! Thanks for filling that spot Vengeance!)

Firis glanced about herself as Meridian walked slowly underneath her. They were both tired, kept awake by nightmares. Firis had seen her mother die in her dreams, Meridian has seen his father die. But she knew it couldn't be real, she had been summoned to the Chosen. Obviousely some members had passed on to the other life, and Crymson needed Firis to fill one of those spots.

Crymson had never told Firis much about the Chosen. The details were secret, and they never kept secrets from each other.

"I must leave, Firis, there is an urgent duty that I must attend to. I'll see you in a few months." Was all her mother had said before she left with Dawnfire.

"Where are we going Meridian?" Firis said quietly, slightly unnerved by her voice in the silence.

A cave, outside Kiev, we've been over this. Meridian's mind voice was light, even in his current state of tiredness.

"You know I dont have a mind for maps." Firis smiled slightly, and glanced ahead.

"There, is that it?" Meridian sighed, and nodded, the long purple spines on his back perked up slightly, in hopes of seeing his father and Crymson.

I'll run the last bit. Meridian steeled himself and burst into a long strided gallop.

((I keep writing Crymson and Dawnfire when i'm supposed to write Firis and Meridian, Crymson and Dawny are harder to get rid of than I originally thought... -_-))

The cry of an eagle echoed throughout the surrounding area as Bry woke Adilya up. We are almost there miss, he assured Adilya, who was now sitting up on his back and rubbing her eyes.

How long have I been asleep?

A good few hours.. now you aren't going to sleep tonight.

I never sleep at night.

And that is what makes you... weird.

Adilya giggled and put a smile on her face from Bry's comment as Bry coasted down to the front of the cave. Landing, Adilya hopped off and looked into the eyes of some inside. Holding herself back, she did not do anything to the people, but deeply thought about the idea. Sighing, Adilya spoke, "You called?" and was soon silent.

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Rena gasped. Alot of people had come in such a short time. Out of her pocket she grabbed the list, and checked their names off as they said them when introducing themselves. The girl glanced at the other remaining chosen.
"Um... yeah, you all have been called here... as said earlier... it'll be explained later," she smiled weakly. She couldn't help but stare at the man with bat-like wings. She couldn't see the scales do to his armor. Zero he said his name was? Shaking her head, she looking away, knowing staring was rude.
"I'm Rena, and the buckskin mare outside the cave is Granit..."

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Meridian slowed to a stop outside of the cave. He lowered himself slightly as Firis jumped off, swinging her dark brown hair out of her face. Her blue eyes searched the people present, her eyes looking for her mother, and her Dragon.

She shifted slightly, leaning towards Meridian, he leaned his head down so it rested just above her shoulder.

"I'm Firis Estalduen-Elementwielder, and this is Meridian Moonstriker-Bluebane. We were summoned. Do you know where Crymson and Dawnfire are?" Her voiced cracked as she mentioned her mothers name.

Meridian's long purple spikes flattened against his body, he curled his wings against his body, a small snarl erupted from his mouth.

She isn't here. I can't smell her or Dawnfire. Low rumbles emanated from his deep chest.

Rena looked down at the ground when Firis mentioned Crymson and Dawnfire.

Emmeline looked around and sighed.
"You must be her daughter." she took Dawnfire's sword from a pile of supplies and held it out to Firis.
"I am sorry. She layed her life down so I, and the rest of us, could get away from the Russian Rangers..." she said...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Ember surveyed the group from just outside the ring of light that the fire cast. some of them seemed so sad and sullen, others were confused. she wondered how many of them were new to this all, like her. there was only one way to find out.
She stepped forward to be seen by the others, her hippogryph, Satire, followed a few paces behind.
"Hello." she said in a steady voice. "I'm Ember, and this is Satire." she motioned to the creature. "We were summoned by someone to meet here."

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Name Change: i decided to anglicize my name, it used to be Caoilfhionn

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Sorcha was watching Firis to see how she would take the news of her mother's death. When a newcomer walked up, she turned her gaze from Firis to offer Ember a small smile. "Welcome. Yes, we summoned you here. We'll explain everything soon."

Adilya strolled into the cave and sat down by the fire. Silently, she surveyed each and every person individually. She looked into their eyes and examined what their emotions and feelings were. She wasn't able to tell exactly, but Adilya did obtain a good clue or idea of the situation.

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Firis bowed her head, the curtain of brown hair covering her face. She inhaled deeply, her chest heaving. Soon the tears began to flow, but she ignored them.

"For you... she gave her life for you." Her voice cracked. She gently took the sword, holding it in her hands. She clutched it tightly until her knuckles were white.

She glanced up, her blue eyes were shiny with tears. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her eyes, trying to regain some composure.

"Thank you... for giving me her sword." She whispered. She turned to Meridian and looked into his black eyes.

"They're dead. We're alone now." Meridian hung his head over her shoulder as she clung to his neck.

We have to go on. Small tears leaked from his black eyes, they fell to the ground, hissing in the snow.

Firis turned around, to face the gathering Chosen, tears still running down her cheeks. She attached Doomlight to her belt, feeling comforted by its weight.

(probably last post before I leaves, who ever takes over Firis for me, make her super sad, lots of emotion, you know the drill. Have fun, talk to you guys later, oh yes, feel free to add my MSN, hyperactive_6[at]msn.com)

((so sorry I haven't posted yet! Le gasp! Please don't hurt me!))

By the entrance of the cave, an redtailed-hawk landed on one of the branches, it's head tilted, as if inspecting the group inside. Then, it blinked twice, squawked loudly, and flew down behind the tree, out of view from the group.

A few moment later, a young women came from behind the tree. She had long black hair and dark silver-blue eyes, very rare, but it was the only other mark of her also very rare race beside the actual mark of her race engraved on her left wrist, but for the moment, she kept it out of view.

Airithnu, her nicknames or better known as Air or Rith, walked into the cave, looking around at everyone. She smiled politely and said,

"I am terribly sorry for being so late, but that bloody wind is so irrating, it could make you scream."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

OOC: I also must appologize for taking so long to post, but real life all too often gets in the way. Now for character bio:

Name: Tiernan
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Picture:

Wepons: His main weapons are twin sabers, however they have an elongated hilt and a few inch long hook on the end, pointing in the same direction as the sharp end of the saber. The blades also have a second hilt projecting out at a right angle a fourth of the way down the hilt, closer to the saber blade than the hook.
Powers: Tiernan can control fire and air, although his control of air is to a lesser degree than his control over fire.
Weakness: As he uses his powers more and more without resting, the more exhaused he becomes and will eventually collaspe. He can also be quite annoying and pigheadly stubborn, but he is loyal to a fault.
Other: His ancestors are Celtic and that is where his name is from. His name means 'Lord' in Celtic.

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Name: Talyn (spoken as Talon)
Race: Roc
Gender: Male
Description: Talyn is close to thirty eight feet in length from his beak to the base of his tail and has almost an one hundred foot wingspan. ( http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_ ... PG215a.jpg ) Talyn's plumage is golden with black on the ends and tips of his wings and tail.
Powers: His only 'power' is that he can communicate telepathically, both visually and verbally, with Tiernan. He is also extremly strong, but that is to be expected for his great size.

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Hope that's okay. If anything needs changing, just tell me. I sorta wrote this out fast because I already wrote it once and really thought it through, but then my web browser shut down and I lost it.
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IC: Tiernan loved flying on Talyn, the freedom of the sensation that there was nothing around him but his one and only friend (he never stayed in one place long enough to make friends). That was when he got the compulsion to go to the cave. They were a ways away, and Tiernan fell asleep on the way.

Wake up, my friend, Talyn gave Tiernan a telepathic shove that jolted him awake.

We there? the human replied as he shook his head to clear it.

Yes, Talyn landed on a ledge and bent his neck down far enough so that Tiernan wouldn't have to leap far to get to the ground.

Go and fly, his rider thought, But stay close. I'll call you if there is trouble. With that Tiernan walked into the cave, wary for trouble, and expecting it as he had sent Talyn off, his main deterant for trouble. There's nothing like an eight thousand pound bird of prey to deter the common thug, Tiernan though with humor. As he entered the light produced by the fire, Tiernan glanced around at the gathered people. "Well, what's the point of this lovely cave gathering?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Adilya sat upon the cold hard and looked over at Firis. She greatly desired to give over some healing, but Adilya had two problems upon her. One, she was not able to achieve eye contact, and, two, she did not wish to show her power too soon in fear of having to be brought out further in the conversation.

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Illyanna pulled a small harp from her pack, then seated herself on Shander's great black paw. She closed her eyes letting her finger sotly strum a haunting melody she had written herself.
She kept it soft she she didn't desturb the other arrivales.

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