Jarek's Profile

[Aura]

Where do you want to start?

[Addicted to Oi!]

Sol'jin, in the local temple.

[Aura]

Jarek was in the Sol'jin temple, sitting on a pew, just sitting, doing nothing.

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Heja, melikai, yalei, infrontu," muttered Jarek, finishing his prayer. It was his daily ritual to come to Bella, the temple he was in, and say various prayers to replenish his holy power. Finished, he got up and walked out the solid oak double doors at the head of the place of worship.

The Sol'jin waterfront was bustling with business, money and goods trading hands, boats leaving and entering port, comerce flourishing. It was all very busy, but calming, for there was relatively little crime, save for the occasional stowaway.

[Aura]

OOC: 2,999 posts.

Yes, it was calm. However, Valreki does not know what Sol'jin is like.

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OOC: Basically, like a more Medieval version of the Bay Area Fisherman's Warf. Relatively clean, the opposite of Raijin.

"Hmm, I wonder what the catch is today," said Jarek to himself, strolling down the boardwalk towards the fish market. Fresh fish is teh pwnzorz.

OOC2: Transformers was f*cking awesome.

[Aura]

OOC: You saw that? Nerd.

Jarek walks over to a fishing boat that had recently arrived. They began unloading their catch. Multiple fish overflow onto the deck.

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OOC: You like techno? Geek.

"Any good snapper today, Skipper?" Jarek asked the captain of one of his favorite boats, the one that got the best catch each day.

[Aura]

OOC: Listen to this. This is the kind of music that I love. (http://bluelaguna.net/downloads/mp3s/tales-of-the-abyss-ost-soundtrack/427+A+Song+~song+by+Tear~.mp3)

"We've got a bucket load of snapper eel, as well as red snapper."

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OOC: I know what kind you listen to, but so far the only techno band I like is Etro Anime, because "Danger" and "Adonis" are great songs, and the vocalist has a very nice voice.

"I'll take 2 pounds of the red snapper, and any cod you caught accidently. About 3 pounds of that."

[Aura]

OOC: Did you listen?

"Alright...here...because you're a regular, it'll only be 3 coins. How is that?"

[Addicted to Oi!]

OOC: Yes. Here is the kind I listen to: Click Me (http://www.projectplaylist.com/user/8918700/view)

"Sounds good."

Jarek hands the coins to the fisherman, and bids him adieu.

[Aura]

OOC: My mom is in the other room. I'll click it later.

Anyway, now what does Jarek do?

[Addicted to Oi!]

OOC: I actually listen to a lot of classic rock, too.

"I should probably check out the bar, see if anyone has heard anything about the Holy Orders."

[Aura]

Jahek walked into the bar, only to see a bar fight between two drunken sailors.

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"Hey, break it up! This isn't the place, time, or way you should settle your differences in," Jarek yelled at the sailors.

[Aura]

OOC: Father: Luke, get off soon.
Me: Okay. *I finish a post, then go to type another post. Message saying wait 60 seconds between posts, try again in 27 seconds*
Father: Come on. How F*cking long does it take to get off a computer?

That happened a few minutes ago. I f*cking hate him. He expects me to know everything without telling me, then he is angry when I don't. I f*cking hate him. F*ck. He has been a f*cking ass all f*cking day long. He spends more f*cking time with his friends then he does with us. Hell, he spends more time with his f*cking motorcycles than he does with my mother and I.

One sailor pushes one into a table, draws his dagger, and turns to you.

Fight!

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OOC: That sucks.

I need to get this guy out of here, before he hurts anyone, thought Jarek to himself. He picked up a glass mug, and threw it at the man's chest. It shattered on impact, knocking him back a bit.

"C'mon, I'll fight you out there! Or are you just too chickensh*t to do it?"

[Aura]

OOC: It does. I hate people like him. But my mom says that he acts like every other man she has met. If that is so, then men suck.

"Oi, that hurts!"

The man, a fat lard, jumps at Jarek with his knife and swipes it at Jarek, grazing his arm.

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OOC: You see, generalizations like that get people in LOADS of trouble. I'm a dude, and I'm fairly intellectual and soft-spoken. So are my friends, without the soft-spoken part. And my dad can jump to conclusions a lot, but he's one of the smarter people I know. He just has a temper problem.

"I don't want to hurt you, sir, but I will if I have to."

Jarek continued to dodge the blows, but the sailor wouldn't let up. Getting fed up with dodging, Jarek punched the man in the gut, throwing him to the ground, and drew Gathol, the dark-edged blade.

"Now, just go away, before I have to kill you!"

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"I cannot lose! My fat gives me protection!"

The man started jumping around, slashing randomly.

OOC: Father: WTF? Why is this floor dirty? It wasn't here this morning! Luke! Clean it up!

Just happened. Also, a few years ago, he smashed my GameCube after I lied to him about changing stuff on his computer.

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OOC: My father has threatened to do that, but he never would.

Do you stand up to him? You should, at least twice a year, and just yell at him until you feel satisfied. That's what I do, and my mom talks him down from punishing me because she knows it party justified.

"Oh, this is just pathetic. I need to end this quickly. Harsh Judgement!"

Jarek called down holy might from the heavens above to hopefully knock out this oaf.

[Aura]

OOC: If I EVER showed ANY sign of displeasure towards him, I would be punished for a long time, as well as giving him leverage to quote me five years from now.

I once hit him with a stick. Then he punched (he said that he smacked open-handed to my mom, but he closed-fisted punched. What a f*cking liar.) me about eight times. Each time, I saw a bright flash. Ever since then, I have been a different person.

Afterwards, my mother PRAISED him for not knocking me out. She was happy that he showed control when dealing with me. My dad is a dumbass.

Also, I have no idea about that spell, so...

A light from the sky broke through the roof and KOed the guy on impact.

Level up stuffs.

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OOC: ...You know, you really should go to someone about that. That's illegal, by the way, for your dad to do that. Oh, and that's what the spell does. Perfect description.

Jarek walked over to the man's body, and picked up his dagger and his shirt, thinking it would provide a perfect blanket for the night.

"I should go check on the other guy, see if he's starting anything, or if he needs help."

[Aura]

OOC: No. I said "Burn in hell, you f*cking worthless bastard!" then ran for my life. Sadly, I had on my outdoor work boots, and as I saw my father running after me, I knew I couldn't run away. I turned, and help my stick back. As he approached, I slammed it against him. His head and arm hurt for a few days. But it felt so good.

The guy is sitting there, drunk. What do you do with a drunken sailor?

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"EARLY IN THE MORN!!!!" yelled Jarek. Everyone in the bar stared at him, all growing silent.

"Uh, sorry. Hey, brute, get up! You can't just start a fight and then go back to drinking."

[Aura]

"He started...dancing around with 'is dagger like a sissy. I didn't do nuthin'..."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Fine. Are you hurt, then? Other than possible and likely alcohol poisoning?"

[Aura]

"Well, I'm so fat that I'm not likely hurt."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Well, take this dagger. I don't need it."

[Aura]

"Fanks, doob. You're weel swull."

[Addicted to Oi!]

OOC: 10 bucks you reach 10,000 by the end of July.

"Now, I wanted to ask you, or one of your more sober associates something. Have you heard any rumors of any Holy Orders or Temples that need an extra member?"

[Aura]

OOC: 1...2...that means four monthlies.

Monthlies? Ew...

"Well, I herd that temple here neebs som helps..."

[Addicted to Oi!]

OOC: So, how did that little mini-game go? I missed it the first time.

"Right."

Jarek set off towards Bella, making sure to avoid the hustle and bustle of the market place. After the fresh catch and port trades, it was a nightmare.

[Aura]

OOC: It needs more people. NEEDS.

Jarek managed to get to the nightmare. As he got inside, he saw that there were places covered with black stuff that looked like that one thing from Okami.

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"Dammit, Val, I wanted to AVOID this. Bah, oh well. Let's see what this stuff is..."

Jarek walked over to one of the puddles of black stuff, and touched it with his finger.

[Aura]

He walked into a world that looked kinda bluish, like that place from Okami.

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"My ink is draining!" yelled Jarek through the infinite abyss.

He backed up, and drew Hist, his light sword. He stabbed the mercurial morass, hoping to purify it.

[Aura]

OOC: No, your solar energy drains. Noob.

The blob was purified.

"Young man, are you fighting the Infection? When a normal human is exposed to the infection, he or she turns into a demon. Why are you not mutated?"

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Jarek looked up, a terrified expression on his face.

"That...that was Infection? Oh, that was stupid of me. I really shouldn't have done that."

[Aura]

OOC: Minus the red lines, that stuff was infection.

The priest looked into Jarek's eyes.

"You are a human, like myself, but you have not changed. How is this?"

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"Well, I'm a Holy Warrior. I suppose I'm blessed by the heavens. Here, look at my swords."

Jarek draws Gathol and Hist, handing them to the priest.

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"Oh, my! Those are the blades of legend! Quickly, come this way!"

The priest runs out of the temple and towards the ancient ruins on the north plains.

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"But I swear these are just normal swords! I got them from a guy handing them out!" [/mockery]

Jarek ran after the man, trying to keep up with the surpringly lithe Dude of the Cloth.

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OOC: ...

After about an hour of running, the city is nowhere to be seen. Rocky buildings can be seen in the distance.

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Jarek yelled ahead to the priest.

"Where are we going, Father?"

[Aura]

"To the ruins. I need to see if these are the swords."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"What ruins? I've never heard of any ruins in all of my 5 years of residence here."

[Aura]

"Nobody goes beyond these plains. Over here."

There were a few stones on the ground.

"Niime so culor."

The stones formed a circle, and a stairway appeared."

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"Wow, very cool. Shall we?"

Jarek led the way down the stairs, the priest right behind him.

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They suddenly came to a door. In it were two imprints, shaped like swords.

"Place your swords there."

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Jarek places Gathol and Hist into the slots, their shape fitting perfectly.

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The doors opened, and the priest created a glowing orb above his head.

"It is for light, now follow."

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Jarek followed the priest through the door, not knowing what he would see.

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Inside, the priest shows Jarek multiple etchings on the wall.

"As you can see, these twin swords are granted upon the worthy. One of light, and one of dark. There are more swords like these in the world. Few people are found worthy."

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"For what purpose was I granted these? I have no idea why I would be considered worthy."

[Aura]

"They are given to those with a holy destiny. Unlike the Dragonic Arms, who change ownership without cause, these are given to the worthy."

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"So I really AM meant to be a holy warrior! I knew in my gut that the light that blessed me that day wasn't just one of my own spells gone awry," said Jarek with a bit of reverence.

[Aura]

"Yes, it is true. With the death of Prage, the Infection should subside. I think that it would be wise to keep a low profile on your holiness."

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Jarek's ears perked up.

"Prage...what of his attackers? The Holy Guard? What be their condition?"

[Aura]

"They are currently at an unknown place. When their base at Hakanovia was attacked, we lost all communication with them."

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"...I see. Well, best of luck to them. How did you learn of Prage's death?"

[Aura]

"The angels flew to a few islands and told us. The news has spread across Illuyad. Many are celebrating, and a few are sad."

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"I wonder how the demons are reacting. If I remember correctly, some weren't too keen on Prage's techniques and rule."

[Aura]

"As you know, Prage created demons. Demons are merely a living thing that has gone a soul mutation. Their soul is filled with darkness, and so is their mind. Some are happy that they will return to their former states. But when a demon will change is unpredictable."

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"Surely there must have been demons before Prage. I mean, ones that could forgo the soul mutation and stay in the demon state, purely from relation."

[Aura]

"Well...yes, there were. However, Prage's infection rapidly caused widespread demonic mutation."

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"I see."

Jarek picked up his swords, returning them to their sheathes.

"I wonder what I should do now. I guess I can't stay in Sol'jin, but I suppose I will try to clear out the remnants of The Infection before I leave."

[Aura]

"You have no reason to leave, nor reason to stay."

The priest's words were confusing.

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Oh, I see."

Jarek looked to the heavens, as he had travelled outside by now.

"You ran out of ideas, so I don't have any reason yet to do anything, let alone leave."

[Aura]

"Don't blame your fate. The heavens want you to live life the way you want to. They are leaving your choices wide open."

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"...I ran out of ideas, also, so that's why I was yelling."

Jarek looked down at his blades.

"Well, I suppose I should first find out more about my fate. The best place to start would be the Sol'jin Archives."

[Aura]

Jarek walked over to the Sol'jin Archives. After looking through many pron, he finds a book about holy weapons.

"The sacred blades Gathol and Hist are presented upon the fighters chosen by the heavens. Although it is very unknown WHAT causes the choosing, it is said that holy fighters are the most common owners of the twin blades."

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"Wait, most common...that means others might have them, others that aren't Holy Warriors. I must seek these people out. Maybe they have more of an idea about Gathol and Hist than this book does."

Carnane sets of for the temple again, hoping the priest is back by now so he can ask him about the other weilders.

OOC: Like medieval archives would have pr0n...or books.

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The priest looks at Carnane.

"Well, hello there. You are the second person today with Gathol and Hist."

OOC: XD

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"...I'm the same dude, Father. I wanted to ask you about something. Do you know anything of any other people who were deemed worthy enough to weild Gathol and Hist?"

[Aura]

"There is another person in Sol'jin who has these blades."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"What? Who? I must find him, Father, please point me in his direction."

[Aura]

"His name is Rengal. He lives near the port."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Rengal, right."

Jarek rushed down to the port, careful to avoid the pockets of Infection still bubbling in the streets. The people would change, anyway, so there was no use trying to purify them all. He soon saw the sapphire waves of the Sol'jin Waterfront, still mercifully devoid of Infection.

"Crap, he didn't tell me where exactly this guy lived."

[Aura]

"Eh? Who are you looking for?"

A sailor turned his attention to Jarek.

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Jarek turned to the man, slightly surprised.

"Well, I'm looking for someone named Rengald. Heard of him?"

[Aura]

"Ya mean Rengal? He lives over there."

The guy points to a house.

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"Thanks."

Jarek ran over to the house at a brisk pace, and came up to the main steps. He walked up, and knocked on the door.

OOC: I am so pissed. I accidently saved over my Rogue Galaxy file.

[Aura]

OOC: I would be hitting myself. I once, by accident, deleted my 140-hour Phantom Brave file.

"Who is it?"

[Addicted to Oi!]

OOC: Mine wasn't that far in, but still, I had to go through Juraika again. That's boring and a half, I'll tell you. But even worse is the prison.

"Another weilder of Gathol and Hist," said Jarek in his most confident voice.

[Aura]

OOC: If you hated the prison, then you will hate the Gladius Towers.

"Come in."

[Addicted to Oi!]

OOC: I bet I will.

Jarek opened the door and went into the house, its interior dark and gloomy. Books were piled all over the floors, with an impromptu path cutting through the junk. He followed this through the front room, and came upon the main sitting area.

[Aura]

"Yes, as you can tell, I am a rather studious individual."

Jarek saw a man with a lupine coat and glasses, and long, black hair.

"Please, take a seat."

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Jarek chose a red velvet seat opposite the man. For not having sunlight, this area was very well lit, and Jarek could see all of the features of Rengal, down to the scratches in his glasses. 34, by the way.

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OOC: http://db.gamefaqs.com/console/ps2/file/rogue_galaxy_gladius.gif

"You must be counting the scratches on my glasses. I really must switch these."

Rengel changed his glasses to a fresh pair.

"Please, go on."

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Jarek started up.

"Well, I was chosen worthy to weild Gathol and Hist, although I'm still a bit puzzled as to why. Surely someone like you might know, someone who weilds them as well, and certainly someone with the knowledge and wisdom you seem to possess."

[Aura]

"Gathol and Hist are given to those deemed worthy. It is said that whoever is granted them are supposed to be part of some sort of secret force. However, I have been unable to find them."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"I was just told of their supposed purpose an hour ago. So, I'm not yet sure of anything. Have you studied these for any length of time?"

[Aura]

"I've studied as much as I can about the world of Illuyad. I am only twenty-four, so I still have much to learn. I know very little about them."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Well, I suppose I should help. I want to learn as much about these as I can, for both of us. Can you give me a quick synopsis of your knowlege so I might know where to look next?"

[Aura]

"I'd be repeating myself for most of the speech. Mainly, somebody finds you worthy. The angels know nothing about these blades, nor do most church people, making me think that there is something odd about it."

[Addicted to Oi!]

"Hmm, something completely seperate from the Holy sects on Illuyad. There may be a reason for that, but the only one I can think of is that these sects aren't in the best interest of the holy powers."

[Aura]

"It almost seems like they are giving them to people to make them...who told you about the swords?!"

[Addicted to Oi!]

Jarek was taken aback by the sudden ferocity in Rengal's voice.

"The priest at the temple here!"

[Aura]

"The priest!? Come with me, quickly!"

Rengal raced out the door and down the road.

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Jarek ran out the door, following the man at his own furvored pace. He caught up with him, and asked them as they were running.

"What is it!?"

[Aura]

"The priest at that church is actually a servant of the Demonic Church of Prage. Did he take you to the ruins?"

[Addicted to Oi!]

Jarek's face drained of blood, and he felt wobbily.

"Yes, yes he did. What the hell did he do with my weapons?!?"

[Aura]

"You left them there, in the wall, didn't you? Everything he told you, lies. Those blades are nothing more than paint and teleportation magic."

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Jarek pulled out his blades, showing them to the man.

"No, I made sure to pull them out as I left. I wasn't about to leave my ONLY weapons there."

[Aura]

"Observe."

Rengal pulled a knife from his pocket and ran it along Hist. Black paint flew off.

[Addicted to Oi!]

"But...but I got these as a gift...the first time I summoned Holy magic, these blades turned into Gathol and Hist...what the hell?"

[Aura]

"Dark magic interaction. These blades are nothing more than mass-produced copies. The holders are lead, thinking that they are holy fighters, to the Demonic Church of Prage. Prage died. Why the hell else would there be Infection in a church, one of the holiest places?"

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Jarek sighed.

"Dammit, I thought that these were actually special...hang on, you said you were also a weilder, and yet you knew little about them. Perhaps yours are actually real, considering you know so much about MY pair."

[Aura]

"I simply did not know if I could trust you. Your pair are nothing different. Mine are the same."