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Lost Cause - 'Til Death
Hey all. I'm setting up my first project on this site. It's based on an RP I did years ago but I didn't commit to it enough and it fell way short of the mark. I have high hopes for this one though.
---------------- When the Twelve Duchies came under attack, the call to arms was answered with a fervor bordering religious fanaticism. Men and women from every city, every town, every small village and fishing outpost flocked to banners of their Duchy. The world had never seen all twelve factions united in such a way, not since the fall of the old empire and the Great Break. People who had lived a mile from each other but had never met, never been willing to trade or help or forget thousand year old prejudices were forced to do just that. Enemies became brothers and allies and the world was given a glimmer of hope when the banners of the Duchies flew in unison over every city and fortress and marched out to face the invader. But it wasn't enough. The armies of Nosferris slaughtered thousands in the first week of war. The three hundred and twenty mile front was forced back halfway across the country to cope with the heavy losses suffered by the Duchies. After three months the front was split into three fronts, each around forty miles in length, bordered on both sides by mountainous regions too treacherous for any army to cross, too treacherous even for a vampyre. But as the bulk of the Duchies forces pulled back from the lowlands, Commander Arkalii Teramine of the Heavens Gate fortress, the last stronghold at the summit of the mountains received a message from the Hierarchy; Commander, our forces are being hounded at every turn by the enemy. They are faster, stronger and untiring, we cannot pull back safely with things the way they are. It gives me great pain to do this, my son, but I am ordering you and the garrison of Heavens Gate to hold the fortress until you can be relieved. I have great faith in you, child, do not let the Duchies down. Do your father proud. --------------- Let me first say something. Your character will not survive this storyline. It doesn't end well at Heavens Gate. But there are no routes out and even if there were the forces stationed there are happy to die for their country. Please remember this in-game and have it reflect in your characters emotions and manner. I'm looking for experienced roleplayers for this, people who can advance a storyline and take a hit, etc. If you're interested, please post here. There are only positions available for the Duchies forces. Nosferris is not a playable faction. (In this RP, anyway  )Character Sheets; Name: Age: Duchy: (Choices between Teramine, Arkaloth, Sangrind, Darallus, Herinon, Forjun, Kilhun, Opiet, Werland, Estrus, Induce, Parvcall. Each are human and differ only slightly with regards to tolerance to weather based on position of their Duchy etc.) Think of it as a 'create skill' random button. Based on what you pick I'll assign you a couple of skills to add to what you already have. Suprise! Background: (The Duchies are each countries of their own and so stating a place of birth, a noble family, a battle there etc. is ok as long as it makes sense. Just be creative.) Military Division: (This will reflect on your weapon set and the amount of action I throw your way but everyone will get their fair share. Your choices are thus - Infantry, Archers, Arcani, Healers, Siege, Psyk. (Use common sense to figure out skills based on your choice. Bear in mind everyone is human so while the Psyks have powerful mental abilities they aren't going to be uber powerful or anything. Skills and abilities: (Please don't go overboard here. No one can do everything. This RP is about showing the glory and honour and emotion Humans are capable of and if you aren't prepared to RP based on your ability, don't get involved. Also bear in mind that what division you're part of will reflect here, ie. Infantry - swords, axes, pikes and halberds skill etc.) I will decide your rank when your character is accepted into the RP. It's pretty much an asthetic decision so don't get offended if you're a grunt and not a lieutenant. Everyone plays their part. I'm accepting Sub-Commanders to lead each division. Infantry is under my characters direct control as Commander, any decisions made on any other division will be held in council but most sway is held by the Sub-Commander of that divison. If that person decides to act rashly and send out their whole force chances are I'll allow it and compensate accordingly. Don't get stupid though or you'll get kicked out. I'm also accepting any other rank, I don't expect everyone to want to play in command. Just let me know what you want and I'll do my best to provide it. Last edited by Arvanus : 07-06-2008 at 06:44 AM. 
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Name: Gavaroc Fevinor
Age: 74 Duchy: Forjun Background: Born into the Fevinor family of military Mages, the expectations placed on Gavaroc were high from birth. The only child of the celebrated commander Sorel Fevinor, Gavaroc was trained by his father in the way of the Arcani, and the ways of strategy and leadership. He was born and raised in Sharla, the capital city of Forjun, and spent his youth fighting for his country in the military, serving under his father. Sorel Fevinor's heroic death took a heavy toll on Gavaroc. The man sacrificed himself in the Battle of Djinar, saving every other soldier on the field. Gavaroc retreated home, settling down and raising a family. But the worst of his life was yet to come. His wife and young child were murdered by a rogue Arcani; a man driven to insanity by overuse of magic. He committed suicide soon after, leaving Gavaroc with all of his loved ones dead and no way to avenge them. Time gave Gavaroc the strength to accept the losses. He rejoined the military, dedicating his life to save those of others, in the hopes of making up for his failure to save his family. At 33 his military career restarted, and using his great magical talent and strategic genius he was able to achieve many great victories for his country. He cares not for his own life; rather the lives of all others that he meets. Military Division: Arcani Skills and abilities: Magical Talent - Specifically spells involving the use of Fire Leadership and Persuasion Negotiation and Diplomacy Military Strategy
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Accepted, of course.
Name - Arkalii Teramine (pronounced Teramin-ay) Age - 27 Duchy - Teramine Background - Born the 4th son of House Teramine, once the Imperial House before the Great Break, Arkalii was given the least of everything in his family; the least attention, the least training, the least responsibility. At the age of fourteen he was sent to the Councillors Academy to be trained as a politician and a Hierarch, as it had been for his siblings and father and grand-father for generations. It was short-lived however. Always temperamental, quick to anger and slow to forgive, one night he got drunk with a group of prefects and became embroiled in a fight with one of his school rivals. It ended badly, with Arkalii stabbing and killing the young man in a terrible rage. It was only his fathers position as a Hierarch that saved him from the noose. He was thrown into the Veridicte Military Academy in Heranon and left to fend for himself as a fighting man. At the age of 17 he had proved himself in battle several times over as a born leader and fighter and he was given his first commission as a Liutenant in the Heranon High Guard. A promising young soldier with a bright future ahead of him, his military prestige could only grow through the years. He was eventually considered for the Ascendants, the military elite of the Twelve Duchies, a remnant of the Imperial Knights of old. He served with the Ascendants in some of the cruelest conditions and merciless battles in history until a twist of fate saw him as one of only eighteen soldiers out of three full regiments to come alive out of the Battle of Darkland Border, the beginning of hostilities with Nosferris forces. As the highest ranking officer of the remnants the Hierarchy turned their blame of that tragedy onto him and he was spared dishonourable discharge under the condition that he take command of Heavens Gate, a backwater fortress deep within Duchy territory, a place of no combat and no importance. He has carried the shame of Darkland Border like a dead weight around his shoulders for two years. But now, with the enemies of the Twelve Duchies at his gates, he has a chance to redeem himself and rid his family of the dark history of his mistakes. Military Division - Infantry. Skills and abilities - Leadership, Elite Swordsmanship, Military Strategy and Tactics.
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[[[I dont want to be anything important, just a soldier, a pawn in a chess game kind of thing...nothing high ranked...just a friendly request, do as you wish]]]
Name: Roiy Bolks Age: 15 Duchy: Opiet Background: Roiy was born in a simple village called Ackerland (German for Field), his father, Gil was a farmer, and his mother, Challi, like most others cooked and took care of the children. from the day Roiy turned 10 he began taking after his father career-wise. He would help his father with the chickens and other animals for 2 years, then he would take it all on. 2 years because one fateful summer there was a severe drought and food grew scarce, his father made sure his sister and mother were well fed, for their sake Roiy refused most food offered, his father died of starvation and Roiy somehow survived. And three years later the village of Ackerland and the Duchy, Opiet was invaded by NosFerris. The rest of Roiy's family was dead. Only 19 people in the village survived, all those able were enlisted. Roiy had never even held a weapon before (apart from the axe he used to cut wood). They gave him a sword and put him in the infantry division. Roiy knew he probably wouldn't survive to 16. Military Division: Infantry Skills and abilities: Moderate Swordsmanship Survivalship Rationing
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Request and character accepted. Welcome to the RP. One note though - Germany doesn't exist in this world so remember not to have your character state it. A bit obvious I know but you'd be amazed what people forget.
I think 3 more players should do it.
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Name: Euron Majere
Age: 25 Duchy: Darallus. Background: Euron Majere was born in the Grand Duchy of Darallus to a decently well off military family. Both of his parents were in the military his mother a Healer and his father a Infantry man, every one of his sibilings and family members went into the military as soon as they could and he was raised thinking that dieing in the name of his Duchy was the best thing he could do with his life. As he grew Euron proved to be a powerful Psychic and the first one of his family, so he was more then proud to put his name in the books and put the banner in his families grounds right along their great dining hall with the other divisions. In the Larger symbol for his division was the symbol for his branch, the "Psyblades" the group of Psychic warriors used for special missions that need quiet and speed, a small special force sort of section at home using their powers to get behind of lines and lighting storehouses. Euron Joined up with his branch and stayed fighting proudly with them for all of his military carrier. Though it was strange and he had a hard time accepting the Duchies melding together. The day before he went to help the other Duchies he had set a Teramine storehouse aflame. Even now he must take time to get used to it and put the Duchies safety over the honor. Military Division: Psyk Skills and abilities: Psychic - Telepathy, Telekinesis, Energy Manipulation. Uses the Psychic powers to make himself a more capable warrior and Special Operative. Naturally Decent with a Sword.
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GT: Comandersnow Song of Ice and Fire/WOT=Best book series EVAR! Last edited by Comandersnow : 07-13-2008 at 11:46 PM.
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Hmmm. I'll accept your character but the only thing that bothers me is the blade out of psychic energy thing. And the Pyrokinesis would be an Arcani talent, like Garavocs. I don't want the characters to be far removed from humanity, if you understand what I mean?
Would you be fine with eliminating the blade ability and if we just say that your character has some small Arcani talent by heritage or some such to explain the fire useage..? Apart from that, accepted. 2 more.
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I am wondering if i could make two characters in which i may control...I would post both in one post, by titling location.
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If you can keep it up I have no objections to that.
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