The Imperishable Flame

[Kookaburra]

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[Blessed-one]

sounds like fun.
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Name: Candence Langarie
Age: 22
Gender: female
Appearance: wears a broad brim hat, dressed in a green blouse and black jeans, she has shoulder length brown hair and round dark eyes.
Personality: tends to be quiet around strangers, but once she makes a friend, she'll be loyal till the end. Honest and straight forward, which may sometimes get her into trouble.
Bio: Study archeology and lives in a family of five with two siblings, an older sister and a young brother, both are studying in university.

 

[TheDerek]

Name:Robert Jones (Everyone calls him Jones)
Gender:Male
Age:19
Apearence:http://www.innermind.com/youngindy/pictures/misc01/yij04b.jpg
Personality:Jones is hard willed. He is stuborn, and to himself. He does not trust others and works best alone.
History:Jones' dad was an explorer. He took Jones to egypt on search for the Imperishable Flame, but died do to a rare desease, leaving Jones in Egypt to fend for himself(Happened one year ago.) Now Jones is on a quest to finish what his father started.

 

[Kookaburra]

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Talar drummed her fingertips against the vinyl-covered seat, her eyes roving the room in search of interest, even as her ears soaked up any tidbits she may have forgotten. As a matter of fact, Miss Khatchoyan already knew everything there could possibly be about the four-month dig. Out of forty-six hand-picked college graduates, she was one out of three that had studied at Oxford. The bulk of the students had come from America and other areas of England. Germany, France, two from Asian countries, Mexico, Austria, Canada and even one from Venezuela was represented. She scanned the faces once more, picked up her pen, dropped it, picked it up again and played with the spring mechanism, then dropped it once more.

She ran through her thoughts again. Northern Egypt was highly populated, most of the people living around the head of the Nile River, which still flooded on a regular basis. Dams had been proposed, but nothing ever taken seriously. To dam the Nile? Impossible. And even such an amature as Talar knew the problems of a dam. And those problems would be amplified by a dam that would span one of the largest rivers known to man, that flooded so regularly that farmers knew how to plant and harvest in tune with the rising water. Southern Egypt, however, had a third of the population. Southwest Egypt was virtually uninhabited, a barran land of intermittant rock and sand, with few oasises. But one of these had just recently been discovered by air, and Oxford had been called for their young, enthusiastic students. It could only be reached by a narrow pass across the low range of Tachokry mountains. It was encircled by a rim of hard basalt, and from the air bore signs of having been an Egyptian stronghold or something of the kind.

"Maybe once it wasn't desert," Talar mumbled, doodling with her pen.

"Would you like to share something with the class?" the stern-eyed professor asked, pushing her horn-rims further up her aristocratic nose.

Talar sighed, running her hand through her thick, dark hair. "It's nothing important," she muttered.

The professor was having fun. Out of all her students, Talar had been one that had never been afraid of her. "Please share." she said flatly.

Talar sighed again, enjoying baiting the older woman. Slowly, she stretched to her full height and gestured slightly. "Miss Krystoff, I was just thinking on those topographical maps of the place we've been looking at. From all it seems, it's got water and rich soil there. Maybe once the area around was not covered with sand."

Professor Krystoff snorted. "Sit down. That's quite an unreasonable assumption. I'm supposing you've been in the area, then? If you know so much about it?" her words were sweet, but her tone sharp as a sword.

Suddenly, a lump rose in Talar's throat. Without a word, she stuffed her books in her bag and fled from the room, the class looking on confusedly. A sympathetic strawberry blonde sitting in the desk next to Talar's picked up a dropped pen and set it on her desk to remind her to give it back.

"Well!" the professor huffed. "What was that about?"

The strawberry blonde looked up. "She's been there . . . several times. She told me that her father was killed near there."

"Well! Miss Vienna Austria, I suggest you not disturb our lesson."

The Austrian wisely kept silent, but threw a dark glance towards the professor.


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Talar was told she would not have time to meet her fellow archaelogists until later. Slightly dissapointed, she threw her bags together, and drove to the airport. She recognized several of the students from her archaelogy class -- Candence and the Austrian strawberry-blonde. She waved, but didn't have a chance to talk to Candence until they'd landed.

Security was tight. She had to go through her baggage at the check-in counter, an arab soldier with his gun on-hand. If this was Europe, what would Egypt be like? She shook herself.


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"Beautiful!" breathed Talar, peering out the window at the lushness of the Nile Delta. Their plane had stopped off in Israel for fuel, and now they were flying into Kharga, on a small flight chartered specifically for the Oxford dig.

"What's the place called again?" The Austrian leaned towards the window to catch a glimpse, but the green receeded beyond the horizon. Now they followed a winding green thread that showed the position of the Nile.

Talar shrugged. "Nothing special. Daeli Oasis."

 

[TheDerek]

Jones was riding his camal between the deep dunes of the desert. He was getting tired and looking for a shaded spot to rest in. He noticed a few spots, but decided to keep going a little longer. His water bottle was nearlyh empty. He wanted to find an Oasis to fill his water bottle and rest. He knew he probably would'nt find one, but decided to try anyways.
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Jones stopped his camel in the shade of a tall dune. He had'nt had any luck finding water. He took to long swigs from his water bottle. He had about five swigs left. He then reached into the satchel hanging from his neck and pulled out a half eaten loaf of bread. The bread was hard and begining to stale, but he wanted to save the rest of his food for when he needed it. Jones broke a hunk out of the loaf and slowly ate it, washing it down with a swig of water. He then went to the sattle bag on the camel and pulled out some oats. Not the camels favorite food, but it would do.
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Jones could see a mountain range in the distance. He could'nt tell for sure, but he thought it was about two or three days away. The sunlite was coming down, slowly setting. Jones reached into his saddle bag and pulls out three peices of fire wood. That was all he would use. He needed to save the rest he had. He set his tent up and put his bed roll in it. He then lit the fire and settled off into a light sleep.

 

[Blessed-one]

Candence leaned back onto the chair after taking in the spectacular view below the plane. The river Nile stretched out like a long snake, too long to see where it was heading to, and its scales sparkled brightly under the afternoon sun. This trip was exciting, though she was having trouble trying to raise her mood as she had to deliberately skip her cousin's wedding to come here. Both events were significant, she hoped she had made the right choice in jumping onto a plane and flying half way across the world instead of preparing and having fun with her relatives back home.

 

[TheDerek]

Jones awoke in the middle of the night. He was'nt sure why exactly. The fire had gone out so It was all dark inside the tent. The pale moonlitewas casting a small shadow on the side of the tent. Jones noticed a hole where the moonlite was showing. He slowly reached into his pocket and withdrew a matchbook. He the reached into his satchel and pulled out a small torch. He slowly lit it, making sure to make no suden moves. When the torch was lit he saw the gleam of a cobras eyes. It was curled in a ball to the right of Jones' feet. Jones knew he had to do something. He noticed that the cobras head was on the bedroll. Jones very slowly backed of the bedroll and onto the tent floor. He knew that the cobra would kill him if he didn't do something. What he had planned was a stupid adia. He would lose his tent and bedroll. Or maybe not his bedroll. Jones slowly moved to the tent door and opened it slowly and soundlesly. He then slowly moved down to his bedroll. He gabbed it and pulled hard. The cobra slid off. Jones quickly grabed his satchel and ran out of the tent, dropping the torch behind. The cobra lit up in flames.

 

[CJF]

NAME: Janel Longcaster(Yah-nel)
AGE: 20
GENDER: Female
DESCRIPTION: http://www.indianajones.com/images/photos/thumb25ali.gif
PERSONALITY: Friendly to pretty much everyone. She's hard not to like.
HISTORY: Janel wan born in Germany. Her parent's were killed in a car accident, while she was in college. She's studdied to be an archeologist, and is on her way to Egypt.

NAME: Natalie Porter
AGE: 20
GENDER: Female
DESCRIPTION:http://www.indianajones.com/images/photos/group17_1.jpg
PERSONALITY: Friendly but tends to have a slight temper.
HISTORY: Natalie was born in Texas. She's always wanted to become an archeologist like her father. She's just recently been told she's on her way to Egypt.

 

[Kookaburra]

ookay, now we have lotsa people! I'm adding another character.

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NAME: Liam *Lee* (lee-im) Miller
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION:

5'11, brown eyes and brown hair (spiked, streaked with blonde)
PERSONALITY: Easy-going, carefree. Enjoys life but is majorly serious about Archaeology. He's a genius in some ways, but acts like he's still in his young teens sometimes.
HISTORY:Born in California, he lived in Arizona most his life. Now he's graduating from Miami University of Ohio with more than just Honors and scholorships. Is on the plane to El Kharaga.

 

[EspressoDuck]

NAME:Nova Serenitti
AGE:25
GENDER:Female
DESCRIPTION:http://www.acclaimtalent.com/html/gressett_p/gressett_p_ap1.htm
PERSONALITY:Fiery and with a quick temper, her faults are the kind that give her flavor. She loves music, and has a beautiful voice. She is adventurous, and she loves to try new things. She hates heights, however. And she is an awful swimmer. But she is a wondeful poet, and loves beautiful things. But recently, her eyes have been dark and hollow, and she has said little, because of a haunting past.
HISTORY: Her parents here against her having anything to do with archeology, but she ignored them, sadly, because the last time she saw them alive she had a big argument with them. The next time she saw them was in two caskets, side by side, at their funeral. They had been murdered by a crazed man posing as a vermin exterminator. He is still currently on the loose. Ever since, she has been haunted by their death, and the thought that somewhere out there is an insane man waiting for his next victim. She continues her occupation as an archeologist, because it is busy and it keeps her from thinking.

 

[ClarkGable]

Hey!

What happens next!?!