As I promised, here it is:

Welcome to the world of Dawn.
The world, that awoke about half a century ago. There is no history, but the one we make. There are no legends, but those that we become.

All explainations in OOC. OOC is located here. If you don't understand something or need to know details to write post, look in there, ask in there if needed.

The Chronicle of Chaos and Order: The First Dawn.

The time is 2pm Delta City Time. The date is 15th of August of year 34 ND. The location is near Urals moutain chain, just a few kilometers west from Ross frontier line in Eastern Wilds. The place known as "Dry Bowl"- an enormously huge round hole in the middle of the forest, considered by locals to be of no interest and some danger.
14:00 DCT 15.08.34 @ Dry Bowl
The wind was different. Different mainly from the calm stillness that was natural to the Bowl, surrounded by tall, dense pine forest. There was no natural reason for wind to move the sand of the Bowl like it did now, twirling it in spiral around the center. And then, the earth rippled. Three enormous stones erected near the edge of the circle. Water jetted from beneath dry sand, forming the structure of three-edged pyramid based on these rocks. Wind mixed the sand into water, creating an enormous sand castle. Fire bursted from out of nowhere, burning out the water and melting the sand, creating a crystaline structure.
Astonished with the view, two teenagers, who watched through the whole commotion, came inside the circle of sand. Invisible force latched onto the guy and dragged him towards the center of the structure. A single cry escaped his mouth as the force of epic magnitude tore his body into blood drops splattering all over the geometrical skeleton of the pyramid:
-Millia! Run!
But Mili didn't run. At least not in the direction Ivan wanted her to. She ran towards him, screaming his name. And then the force grabbed her too. She hit her head on something and passed out.
The darkness enveloped the crystaline structure, finishing it with smooth, monolitic walls. Light bursted upward from the small clear part on the very top of the structure.
And so it was complete. Earth and Wind, Water and Fire, Blood and Mind, Death and Life. Three-edged pyramid lost in the forests of Eastern Frontier.

On the next day, people started to die...

Lightning cracked across the sky and a heavy roll of thunder followed soon after. It hadn't started to rain yet, but the tell-tale signs of the impending storm had been rolling all morning. It was about noon now, and Kasai had been walking for over a week so far. He had left the Nihon lands about a day ago and was walking around in someplace that the locals called the Heavenly Union. He was traveling mainly west, but for the last two days he had continued in a north-westernly direction. He wanted to find an inn of any sort, someplace that would take Nihon coins, so he could get inside, before the storm opened. Sighing heavily he came to the top of the hill he had been walking up, and looked about. Off to his left, a little more west than his path, was a small tavern, that looked like it had a few rooms at the top. He hoped the rooms were for rent, so that he would have a place to stay for a couple of nights. It was nearly night now. So he changed his course and headed towards the building. It took only another hour before he reached it, and he wiped his sandals before walking in.

As he stepped into the tavern, the place went quiet. Most people had never seen a Nihon. They looked him over, seeing him as nothing more than a traveler, he wore a set of simple robes, underwhich was his father's armor, and his father's sword was wrapped in the sleeping roll on his back. He approached the bar and gave a small wave to the tender calling his attention.

(Tender): 'We have two rooms left, me cheapest, and me most expensive, I gather ya want the cheapest?'

Kasai only gave a simple nod and the tender sighed. He reached under the counter and pulled up a small key, and held it up.
'That'll be one gold peice, I donna care which country ya from.'

Kasai reached into his purse and pulled a gold peice, he could afford the other room if he wanted, but he was traveling light and simple, an expensive room was enough to get people to get curious about him. He had already killed one man on his travels for trying to steal his purse, and that was a bloody mess. He had severed the man's arms, legs, and head, and left his head to sit on a tree branch, impaled through the bottom, where the man's neck had been.

Kasai took the key, and the tender took the coin, and Kasai headed to his room. He barely even got the door open a crack when the explosion went off. Kasai flew backwards, his clothing now shredded and a few peices of the door were lodged into him around the chinks in his armor. He coughed and slowly got himself up. He got to his sleep roll, and pulled free his father's sword, and let it loose from the scabbard. The sharp Wushi steel rang out into the light as three men in heavy tactical gear came running up the stairs, and as soon as the first one hit the top step he lost his head. The second man opened fire, and Kasai rolled right, and severed the man's arm with the gun. He jumped backwards and reached uder his left arm and pulled out one of his guns. ( continue later.)

(Continuation: sorry bout cutting the last one short, in the process of moving to Washington State, busy as a bee as the saying goes.)
Releasing the black painted Desert Eagle he rapidly put two holes into the one armed man, and the shot the last one in the knees. He fired one more shot, the bullet kicking the gun out of the man's hand. Kasai, now in a rage to the point his eyes seemed to glow with fire, put his blade under the man's chin and lifted slightly.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me? And who in the name of the gods sent you?" Kasai was pissed, all he had wanted was to seek shelter from the pending storm, but instead he ended up with three men, possibly four if the tender was in on it, trying to take his life. He interigated the man again and still got no answers. Kasai turned his back for a few seconds, considering his options. He was starting to turn around when a gunshot rang out, and Kasai's shoulder screamed in pain, and then his world went black.

OOC: Don't do metric?

It had been a peaceful day, the sun had shone the whole time and the wind hadn't picked up. Paulico had loved this island since he had discovered it when he was a child. Once a month he would swim across the lake to the wooded island in the middle, his lunch in a water tight container. He had sat around, thought and listened to the sounds of the birds, the only wildlife on this pitifully small piece of land. The sun was starting to hand low and he sighed as he realized that it was time to head home. He packed up and started walking. That was when he saw it. A once familiar sight, he had forgotten the rock had ever existed. As a child he had sat by it and felt the cool breeze that came out from behind it. It wobbled but refused to move. One day he had stuck a branch in the slight crack the wobbling created and realised there was a cave behind the rock, but that was as close as he had gotten to explainning the mystery of his rock. However now he was older, that meant he was smarter, he knew of levers. He had also gotten stronger. Tomorrow he would return, ready to find out once and for all.

The night went by quickly and before he knew it he was back on the island, metal pipe in hand. Now that he had grown taller the rock did not seem and large as it once was. He squatted and propped his shoulder up against the rock, then began to push. It moved, although very little. He moved back and pushed again, the momentum was slowly building. He hadn't thought of the accumulation of dirt that had happened over the past years. Although it was not major the dirt had filled the cracks through which the air used to flow. After another push the hole was wide enough and he jammed the pipe in. He had it. It took a lot of strength but he finally did it, the rock rolled over. However, he was so caught up in his joy that he didn't realise the rock was not made to stay on the side which he had put it on and it came rolling back. His rejoicing was cut short by the thud the rock made as it fell back into place. Although upsetting, this was easy to fix. He moved it out of the way again but this time placed the pipe in its path. The image shook him a little bit. held up like this the rock looked like a rudimentary trap, all that was missing was the string to pull the pipe out from under the rock.

He turned on the flashlight and looked in the hole. It was fairly deep, about two meters. What intruiged him was the small opening at the bottom, it looked like a small circular crawlspace, about big enough to fit him on all fours. He tied the rope to a nearby tree and threw it down the hole. He followed, using the knots he had tied in it to make it all the way down the rope. Flashlight in mouth, he crawled into the hole, which seemed strangely perfect. There was a bend after about a meter and a half. After the bend thigs got tighter but he was still able to make it through. Paulico was loving his expedition, until he heard a strange sound. It was the ground under him. The sound had been a crack. Then he realised that his crawlspace was dirt covered cement. He had been so excited about his find that he had rushed into danger. He could already hear the subway coming, there was no escape now, crawling backwards was too slow to save him. The ground gave way.

Alex was going to the job.
Not that he was going anywhere else for last fifteen years, but he never got tired of it. He never got tired of anything. And that's why he was still alive, and the best there is. People paid fortunes to the corporation when he got involved. Mission difficulties below 3.5 out of 5 were beneath him. And now he was going to work again.
-Alex! Wait!
He didn't even turn his head to see who's calling him. He knew. After three years of partnership in buisness like his, you start to recognise your partner by the sound of footsteps or the pattern of breath noise, let alone by voice. Anna, his only partner ever, his apprentice. Alex slowed down his pace a bit, letting the girl catch up on him.
-Where are you going? And why without me.
-You know I can't tell you.
-You can tell me at least something.
-Difficulty class 5, one-man misson, point-of-authority.
-Class 5? There is no such thing...
-There is. No data on location, little data on target, hard infiltration and no escape plan.
-Then are you going? Why didn't the management refuse the contract?!
-There is no contract. Point-of-authority.
Anna cursed in her native tongue, exquisitely and harshly. With one quick push she got herself and Alex into the small room and closed the door, that led to the coridor they walked.
-Alex. I know I can't make you not go. I can't make you do anything. But I beg you- be careful.
The assassin was almost surprised. It was the first time he saw his apprentice in such a state: worried, caring... too mature for 17-year old girl, too sensitive for the master of killing he made her into. And then she cried.
-Alex, I love you. I can't think of staying alone. You're the only one I've got.
-And that's your main problem, Anna. You need to stop leaning to me. You are the only one I've got, too, but I don't make drama out of it. I'm self-sufficient. You should be that, too.
He held out his arms, supressing her attempt to hug him, and turned her around himself, the way she was no longer between him and the door. But as he pushed her away, weakly, with just his fingers, he said what he thought was right.
-I'll be careful. Bye, Anna.
And when the door lock clicked, he was allready back on his way to armory to get his tools of trade.
Half an hour later he exited the elevator on the roof of Norland building, the corporation's northern HQ. The assassin stopped for a while, looking at the vehicle before him. He was not a professional in design and engineering, but he knew that the device that he will travel in today was built from the blueprints he and Anna stole during her first actual field mission, two years ago.
The X-Jet was grumbling, heating up its jet engines and spinning up the twin three-blade rotors that held it in the air. It was the pinnacle of technology, a cross between fighter plane and assault helicopter, combining reactive propulsion with twin coaxial rotors for agility, impossible on jet craft and airspeeds yet unreachable by rotor-driven aerial vehicles.
Alex felt proud for himself, for he was twice the reason this machine showed up here today. Once for leading the operation in RossAvia two years back, and once for being good enough to be assigned to class 5 mission, which usually required the use of everything the corporation had, including the prototypes. As far as Alex knew, the X-Jet was called back from combat testing in Nox territories, flying through half of the world to get him to drop point. And that was something.
The assassin entertained himself with that thoughts for a couple of moments, then dashed towards the craft, which was allready trembling from the force of the spinning blades dragging it up.
-Go!