[michaelmacinnis]

OoC: I'm hoping that the idea picks up well, this battlefield will follow up with several chapters in different land scapes and sceneries of the "limbo" world. In here, technically, you can revive any past characters which you decided to kill off, or had fallen in a battle(you'll see why). Anyone can join up, there are no limits on participants, and the rules are simple:
Healing can be done on minor wounds or can partly heal grave or mortal damages that are inflicted, there are no instant deaths, just keep it somewhat realistic, thank you.
-Mike

BiC

Here, in this place eternal known as the limbo, the soul struggles in eternal conflict as the creators decide whether one's actions, moralities and views could place one to be considered good or bad. Here, the dead souls are purged of their memories, left in the different stages of limbo to be observed and judged as one's life is reviewed like a court case. Here the dead are left to wander. For how long? Who can say. For some, weeks, for others, centuries. It's really your own fault. But with past millenias, people have created what you might call a second life. In this world, man's soul has existed long enough to erect civilizations anew, cities buildings, cultures, yet reproduction is left unherd of. The grass never dies, the land always expands, like an infinite world. In sucha place the fantasies and lives of thousands return. For some, a heaven, others a hell, it all depends how they take to it.

To lose everything, and be given another chance at it all once more. I guess that's how you could see it. But I guess without knowing it's another chance. Hmmmm, it is a rather qu eer thing. You remeber what you know, academics, name, etc. but you have no memory of where it came from, you forget people, parents, loved one, hated ones, all of it...



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There it was, open, the vast ocean of grass. This place was considered sacred, as it's beauty and tranquillity was unparreled. The fields of luscious grass, parting in the wind, the blue sky, overcast with thin streaks of white, and the angelic halo, emphisizing the majesty of the sun which watched over from the heavens above. David rested in the grass, his head in his hands as he searched the sky without reason. He was puzzled with what fate had brought him here. The gentle breeze would casualy blow over the tall, elegant blades of grass, parting the strands while the gust would pass over. Disregarding all questions and curiosities, he simply wished that this moment would last forever. He sat up and lifted his head, following the passing of a bird with his passive brown eyes.

There really was nothing peculiar about him, David was your average run of the mill guy at first glance. Perhaps after knowing him you could see those things that make us all different in him, but that aside, there was nothing that seemed special. But before his arrival here, all he could remeber was his transport losing altitude and it going down as it plummeted towards the dry, baked earth outside the gates of Marshe. He looked down at the battlesuit he wore, checking for imperfection, dents, burn streaks, anyhting that could give him an idea of what happened. All seemed fine, the stained ivory coloured plates were without a scratch. The wide, roan brown battle markings still striped along the armor's eliptical plating, and the age marks of faded beige remained there. He flexed his glove, gazing into his palm with empty eyes. The mesh flexed and the plates made their regular click noise as they braced together. He sighed, as he couldn't figure out why he was there, there was no reason. With that, he got up onto his feet and decided to start exploring this blissful land. Lost, he thought. He tried to think about Marshe and it's massive towers, Myra, the wife whom he loved, and terrace which he would stand upon every morning before leaving to gaze upon the world he wished to change, but something was wrong. The more he tried to think about them, the more his memories failed him. He became more and more confused as the seconds past by. He began to grow afraid, angered even. Scared like a lost child, he looked around aimlessly at the vast sea of green... Blank...

He stood there for a moment, gave a nod in approval. David... David Julius Sohl... That's my name. Everything, the thoughts that plague and scared, his memories, his life, all of it gone. Yet there's was nothing left for him to worry about. He had but his name, and this field of green. He scratched his head and looked *****ly at the plates which he bore. He knew what they were, but didn't know why he wore them. Nor did he known who made, where they came from. He pondered it for a few moments and then simply shrugged it off. He fixed on the knolls that covered the horizon, then began to walk over to them, maybe to get a better look, he wasn't quite sure, it seemed to lure him there. David raised his hand onto the panel above the left of his chest. With an unconscious decision, he taped in a sequence, and he stood baffled as a skull like visor and a black mesh-like fabric enshrouded his head. Though he did not know what just happen, he felt safe enough with it, almost as though it were an old friend. And suddenly, his eyes reajusted with perfect clarity to the scene around him. It seemed like he'd been standing there for hours, observing his surroundings, only, he had. The sun had began to set and an overcast sky took on a breathtaking mixture of orange, yellow, and red, slowly being overtaken by emmense purple and black clouds. Again, the knoll caught his attention as he searched for a vantage point in which he could survey where he was. As he reached the top of the grassy hill, he caught a glance of a silouhette off in the distance. The outline began to fade with the falling of the soft rain. David, though curious, remained cautious, and began his approach with military precision as dusk fell and the rain begun to drizzle on the plain.