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Nilithos: The Apocalypse Begins
(( If you need ANY more help, at all, please ask
 ))Nilithos: The Apocalypse Begins One hundred years ago to the date, the Humans ruled the World. The Army they managed could be classed as a superpower. Willingly, men signedup to join, and their children dreamt of conquering the fields of Battle. It has been told that in battle, thousands would march in perfect order to the sound of drums, weapons drawn, eager to kill. Fifty years ago, the World had witnessed the devastating effects of a catastrophe war. Elves andDwarves allied against the power of man, and were easily brushed aside by the perfect armies. Countless died in the struggle, and Humans prevailed. In the process, the sturdy Dwarves were sadly made extinct, and the Elves surrendered their lands and armies to the dominion of the Humans. Ten Years ago, the King, Mirinor the II, challenged another race to war. These were the children of Darkness, of Death itself. The Armies of the Undead, allied with the crushing might of the Rock Trolls and aided by Wolf-Men, marched brainlessly into Mirinors kingdom. For the first time in ninety years, enemy feet touched the holy ground. The perfect armies soon found themselves in one of the hardest wars to have ever been brought to them, and soon they were forced to appoint the Auxiliary, Elves, into the fray. Three years into the war, Mirinor the II led a crusade into the Unholy Kingdom, otherwise called Land of Scorched Earth due to it's dried, crusty ground and the trees that resembled burnt trees. He won countless victories until the Vampire King managed to engage him in single combat, where of the Vampires countless years of experience beat the Mortal, and killed King Mirinor the II with a deadly strike to the heart. This truly spectacular feat not only routed the Human Army, but spelt the end of the Superpower. For as it was, both Kingdoms had been reduced to a fraction of its true size. Exactly One year ago, a new Army swept all forces off their feet. The Majurrun, or 'Hell Beasts' as they were referred as, bred Viking like warriors that stood six and a half feet tall at minimum. They had the body of Bodybuilders, with muscular features all over them. They came with beasts from Hell. Centaurs, Half Dragon-Men, Ogres and Fire Drake cavalry. The known heroes were an incredible sight. Rumour had it that the General was the best fighter to have touched the earth, with a known record of having lost no battles. And this was confirmed as his regiments marched into victory after victory. The crippled forces of Men and Undead surprisingly forged a truce in order to drive back these abominations. Together, they forged the 'Front line'. A great barrier across the earth, manned by Elves, Men and Undead. The purpose- to defend it from the Majurruns unstoppable invasions. The new King, Yurrak, and the Vampire King and killer of his father, Provolius, met up on one fateful day. And so it was decided that the boldest, strongest Heroes of the Alliance would lead a special force into the land to defeat the invincible General, Mahgar, and to lay down the defeat of the apocalypse. ================================================== ===== You: You have the choice between the following races: Humans Elf Undead I've allowed Memories of Nobody to play as the Majurrat. He will constantly be trying to destroy the group. I'll leave it up to you to choose what class you are. No stupid things will be accepted. (E.g Paladin, Knight, Bowmen...) ================================================== ===== The World - Nilithos Unholy Kingdom / Land of Scorched Earth - Barren, dry, and almost always dark, the Unholy Kingdom is not a very welcoming place. It's inhabitants also live up to the fierce reputation. The plants look venomous, and the Trees ancient and scarred. The sky looks like a vortex of clouds. Buildings look normal, but with darker stone and weeds growing on the sides. The Elven Lands - Now conquered by the Humans, it is still very much the same. It is like a vacation resort. With the sun blazing down with a cool breeze, and clear, warm waters with gentle nature. The trees glisten with natural colour, and the plants look beautiful. The Buildings are elegantly structured, usually with some sort of lovely wild life nearby. The Mythris Kingdom - The Ancient land of the Humans. It has many grassy plains and quite warm weather. The sky is often blue, but sometimes grey. There re untouched forests, usually held as hunting grounds for nobles. Buildings look dull, but the cities are filled with factories, Manors and barracks. Often, the peasants ould live outside the main cities, farming and labouring to support the war effort. The Front Line - A current impenetrable, under siege barricade against the Majurran. It is a long, sturdy wall, and the forces supporting it are large in number. The Majurran discovered here that they need new siege tactics, as their efforts are repelled by the combination of different defensive styles. There are several towers, and trebuchets. No Mans Land - This was once a mixture of jaw dropping forests and grassy plains. Some still exist, but others are now scarred by the many battles that have occurred through the many wars, and alot are now being changed into new battlefields. As expected, it's random. The Majurrats Kingdom - Unknown. No-one has reached it and survived.. Yet. It has many rumours though, from Birthing Pits to Volcanoes, and just an Ocean. None have been confirmed, and all are probably wrong. Hope that gives you the general idea of the Lands! ================================================== ===== Rules: * Please no text speak. * No Power gaming or Godmodding. * If your going to be a Mage, I will not accept 'uber' gaming, as in, no sending massive waves of annihilation at the enemy. Be reasonable. * No spamming with short posts. This is after all, an Advanced Roleplay. Try to be detailed and have at least two paragraphs! * Have fun! ================================================== ===== Character Sheets Name: Age: Height: Weight: Race: Equipment: (Armour and Weapons) Appearance: Excels in: (Swordsmanship? Archery? Basically why s/he has been picked amongst everyone) History: ================================================== ===== Current Players! Vashio as Rhaebold 'Skull-crusher' Nathnalai Asbestos as Vor'radier Nyth'Res A.R.E.6.6.6 as Antsa Memories of Nobody as Helmingur Risastór Sarzum as Valar 'Deadly Shadow' Velarrin Drg128 as Elegost Emmual
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We can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us,
Or, we can fight our way back, Into the Light, We can climb, outta hell, One inch, At a time. Last edited by Vashio : 06-01-2008 at 04:30 PM. 
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Name: Rhaebold 'Skull-crusher' Nathnalai
Age: 36 Height: Six foot Four inches Weight: 15 stone, 18 with armour on. Race: Human. Equipment: He carries a large Circular Shield with battle scars and a silver Boss. His weapons include several throwing axes, which are sheathed in belt slots, and a Heavy Axe. The top, instead of being a spike, is a miniature Dragon head. The Handle is brown leather with weavings of golden string. - His armour is typically not advanced but strong and daunting. He has a strong helmet, sprouting two horns at each side. He has a hard Leather chest plate with a metal coating, embedded with elegant patterns. Atop of his Shoulder guard, he has a rich, brown fur. Protecting his legs is a War Skirt- The typical thing a soldier from his village would wear. It is a soft leather skirt, with squares of Hard Leather supported by Metal strung on. This enables a balance of manoeuvre and protection. Below his armour is a dark blue tunic for warmth. Appearance: Rhaebold is a tall, broad, muscular person. He is commonly described and looked down upon as a Barbarian, due to his beard which descends down to his pectorals, in dreadlocks, and his war armour. He has mid length, curly brown hair and crystal clear, ocean like blue eyes. Excels in: Thanks to his strength and surprising speed for his build, he is an excellent axe master. He used to teach the uses of the Axe to men in the barracks. He is also deadly accurate with his limited supply of throwing axes. Also notable is his level of determination, passion for battle and pride- these factors has kept him standing and helped him prevail in almost impossible situations. History: Rhaebold Nathnalai was born to a noble family in a relatively war spoilt village on the edge of the Mythris kingdom. As a child, he was mischievous, often getting in trouble for stealing or fighting other infants. At the age of Seven when he finally forgot about childish acts like toys, he grew largely interested in Warfare. He grew up listening to stories of the awe inspiring Human superpower. He used to watch his ruthless father teach the art of the Axe and Sword to pupils in the local barracks. Fifteen, he was already 'hard'. He'd barely smile, and was always neck deep in practising the art of the Axe with his father. Also, he'd venture out to hunt, and this enabled him to grow the unusual act of throwing a Throwing Axe at deadly accuracy and speed. He was the favoured child of five thanks to his taking on the families Warrior heritage. Soon, his body began to mature and take on full development. Taking part in all athletic options he was presented, the young Rhaebold was in optimum fitness quickly. When he turned Eighteen, a raiding party of Ghouls entered the Village. He, his Father, and two Brothers rushed to the scene with the local Warriors and militia. His first warfare experience was drowned out by the death of Grukrid, his younger brother. His friends and fellow countrymen spotted his determination and talent was phenomenal, and they quickly accepted him as a Hero in the village. For years he bathed in the glory of having no enemies. When he turned Twenty Six, his Father died during another raid, and his ageing body was unable to keep up. Hardening up from the traumatic experience, Rhaebold decided his future lay only in slaying the enemies of his Kingdom. He commonly practised with the Axe, and developed an understanding of the Sword, but preferred his second nature weapon, the heavy, brutal axe. He also joined the Kingdoms army. His life changing moment came at Thirty. His potential and understanding of War unfolded him a place as one of the Kingdoms top Warriors. His name was well known, but most people saw him as a Barbarian, due to his armour which didn't look anything like the armour Knights wore. But he knew his provided a balance of excellent protection and manoeuvrability, enabling prime battle performance. He was placed in the ranks of the Kings Guard, accompanying the King to several battles against the Unholy kingdom. Unfortunately, he had to abide the laws of a Duel and his king, Mirinor the II, fell to the blade of the Vampire King. He was one of the few who stayed until they would inevitably die until retreating. As of now, he is the Noble in command of his prospering village. He had no reason to expect a calling from the King, Yurrak, to take part in the saving of the Kingdom against the hellish armies of the Majurrat.
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We can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us,
Or, we can fight our way back, Into the Light, We can climb, outta hell, One inch, At a time. Last edited by Vashio : 05-30-2008 at 06:07 AM.
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Name: Helmingur Risastór
Age: 42 Height: 10'6" Weight: 730 lbs Race: Majurran Equipment: Wears the pelt of an enormous black wolf across his shoulders, the mouth forming a shoulder plate with the skull still attached inside. In terms of armour he wears a large dragon skull over his chest area. The bottom jaw is missing. To protect a wound suffered during his childhood. Around his arms he wears chainmail up to his shoulder which is held in place by leather straps are the top of the mail, leaving the bottom to hand over his hand. Around his right forearm he wears black iron plate armour that ends in a spike covering his elbow. On his left arm he wears full plate armour, which has the story of the Majurrat's founding engraved on its black iron surface. Around his waist is the pelt of a large black bear, the head laying down the middle, with the fur removed leaving only the skull. The arms trailed out the back. A brown leather cord tied it on. From the cord hung the skulls of several birds of prey, attached by horse hair. On his feat he wears a mixture of black iron plate and fur boots. Which stop just below the knee and are tired with several leather straps. He carries a large Hammer called " Mašur Trošningur " (Man Crusher). The haft is carved with ornate patterns resembling Centaurs and other mythical beats. At the bottom is a large iron ring that has been chipped in places. Three chain loops hang from the bottom of the haft, with the fourth partially broken. At the top of the haft is a large black Iron ball roughly the size off a boar. There is yet more battle scarring on the ball, with blood of enemies granting a dark look. On top of the ball sits a statue of a Jötunn on top. He also carries an ornate Flail named " Stašur af hvķla " (Place of rest), which bears nine chains, each connected to the head of a great hero of the peoples that have fallen before Helmingur's might. Five of the heads belong to humans. By name they are :- Stark the Reckless. Jan the Stoic. Frederick Le Forttife. Ousen of the West. Barragan the Brave. Three of the heads belong to elves:- Sarathai the Wise. Tydus of the Cold Waters. Thanon the Beautiful. The last two heads are of unknown origion. He also posses two spears of Majurrat design, they posses ornate hafts and fine sharp heads made from polished iron. Appearance:Helmingur is extremely muscular possessing only 5% body fat, and weighing in at 730 lbs. He has hands the size of a normal mans abdomen. Scars cover his face making him look like he’s made of wood and war paint covers the left side of his body. The war paint is written in both runic script and contains dwarfish designs, it is painted on in a lime green pigment that gives a macabre glow. He has long brown matted hair that reaches his shoulders. He also has a large beard that goes down to his naval, it contains to two platted strains that extend from below the corners of his lips. Contained inside golden clasps of ornate design. He has a broad flat nose, thick defined bones where under his eyebrows. Large eyebrows that flow into a fine point. Well defined cheek bones, and large ears. His eyes are a murky blue colour. His skin colour is rich mocha from long term exposure to the sun. Excels in: Due to his ungodly strength he likes to make use of big heavy weapons combined with his height to smash an opponent into the ground and break bones, this also leads him to be excellent in hand to hand combat utilising wrestling inspired moves. History: Back in the days before the rise of the Majurrat attacks the peoples of that land were more peaceful, Helmingur had been training up to join his people’s army. He had always been tall for his age at the age of 10 being bigger then most adults. (WIP) Last edited by Memory of Nobody : 05-30-2008 at 12:44 PM.
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Accepted- As i said, Memory of Nobody is the only Majurrat character, serving as dangers and making risks for the group. Aka more fun
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We can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us,
Or, we can fight our way back, Into the Light, We can climb, outta hell, One inch, At a time.
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Name: Antsa
Age: 666 Height: N/A Weight: N/A Faction: Unholy Kingdom Race: Bound Spirit Equipment: An Enchanted set of mouldering black robes which bind him to the physical world, Inside his body is chained to the robes by thick enchanted Iron chains. Hidden inside the robes folds are hundreds and hundreds of crystals. Over his Robes he wears a polished silver breastplate with highly detailed details depicting impaled humans. The armour itself is jagged and highly stylised. Each of the crystals varies in colour from blood red to magenta, these crystals are used in his specialist magical art of Crystal Weaving, the exact number of them is estimated to be around two thousand. He is transported into battle inside a Carriage made from obsidian and lined with bronze, the sides are covered in imagery of satanic nature i.e. images of impalements, rivers of blood and fire, people being torn to shreds by hunger demons. The Carriage is drawn by a two pairs of rotting undead horses covered in armour akin to Antsa’ own. Appearance: He resembles a skeleton that glows a bluish colour. His body is translucent. His face has vestiges of skin, his left eye is sewn shut while the right glows a baleful yellow as it peeks under his hood. His mouth is sewn shut and lined with Iron rivets.. His arms are chained into a death like pose on his chest reminiscing of the classic Pharaohs pose. He has no legs as below his robes hem, he trails off into a mist that follow him. Excels in: Magic, He utilises a special magical skill called Crystal weaving, he is the last living(or in his case unloving) being who can utilise the difficult skill, by taking the hundreds of crystals he compacts them into four massive chunks, he may then arrange them to form a shield like barrier, with nothing being able to penetrate the area between the crystals. If he wishes to attack he can crush them crystals into millions of pin sized pieces that can be fired at enemies by thought alone, this will kill and enemy one of Three way; 1) Pierce veins and bleed them to death 2) The enemy is crushed to death under weight of numbers 3) So many are fired that they penetrate lethal acupuncture points. This technique is considered to be one of the strongest with the crystals reacting near instantaneously making for a near impenetrable attack and almost unavoidable assault however the techniques are divided between an ‘attack mode’ and a ‘defence mode’ meaning that while he attacks he can not defend and while he defends he can not attack. This is further weakened by the fact that each ‘mode’ requires a full 3 minute delay for the crystals to reform or break apart leaving him defenceless and harmless for the duration of the delay which leaves him with a massive weakness in his technique unless he can distract the opponent long enough for them not to notice.. As a spirit he can not truly die however if he is unbound from his robes and armour his spirit will struggle to maintain it’s composure in the physical world and will, inevitably slip back into the world of the dead… History: (work in progress, his history will be revealed through the Rp)
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Name: Valar 'Deadly Shadow' Velarrin
Age: 24 Height: 1.74 meters Weight: 62kg Race: Human Equipment: As for ranged weaponry he has a black light crossbow he usually carries on his back, his small quiver of bolts on his belt and several throwing knives hidden on his body. As for melee weapons he has hand-to-hand combat, two long daggers of elvish design, three normal sized daggers hidden on his body and a wristdagger (like altair in assassins creed). Valar wears black studded armour underneath his usual black clothes, hood, mask and cloak. Appearance: Valar wears his hood and mask at all times when he's in the presence of other company. Underneath his hood he has short hazel brown hair, he has the habit of shaving his eyebrows and his eyecolor is red. Valar isn't a muscle type, his build is more centered on dexterity and speed. Also has a badge on his chest describing a shield with 2 black crossed daggers on it. Well I'm a bit of a picture using guy (at least when i can find one) so my character kinda looks like this. Excels in: Infiltration and assassination, thanks for his skill with daggers, his speed and dexterity he is one of the best assassins of the the Mythris Kingdom. He is rumoured to be the one responsible for the deaths of 7 high ranking militairy officers and some nobles. He is practised at sneaking into high guarded places and hides from the naked eye in any shadow or darkness. He had a reputation that he was never able to be captured, untill that reputation was ruined when the royal guard captured him when he was about to enter the king's bedroom. History: Valar Velarrin was born in the poor district of the capital, as a child he was a quiet boy who observed everything around him and remembered everything he saw. He never did really get into trouble as a child but he didn't had many friends either. At the age of 6 his parents died of a sickness and Valar was forced to live on the streets becouse the rest of his parent's family refused to take him in. He joined a small gang of streetkids who survived of stealing money and food on the markets. When he was 11 he tried to pickpocket a man dressed in black and was rewarded with a terrible headache as the man found out what he was doing and knocked him out with a single blow. When he regained consciousness he was lying on a bed in a dark room lightened by only 1 small candle. The man he tried to pickpocket was sitting in a chair close to the bed, his face hidden by a hood and mask. When he saw that Valar was awake he told him he would give Valar an opportunity to either join his guild of assassins, or be found dead on the street. Valar, thinking he would be found dead on the streets anyway if he continued to live the way he did accepted the offer. At 18 he had completed his training in the arts of infiltration and assassination. For his final examination he had to kill some minor noble without being seen and he was not allowed to kill innocents. He returned 40 minutes later, later it was told in any tavern that the minor noble died in the middle of a crowded street, felled down by a crosbowbolt and no sign of the shooter. He passed and was given the offical clothing and the badge with the guild's seal. On the day he became 24 he was a vast rising star amongst the assassins guild, always managing to kill his targets and never harming a innocent life in the process. All that changed 3 months after his birthday when he was the assassin assigned to kill king Yurrak becouse he was responsible for several laws that harmed the guild's movements. He managed to sneak into the castle, evade most of the sentries (killing the ones that were a hinderance) and reached the king's bedroom. He was about to enter when the royal guard, alerted when they couldn't find some of their sentries so they moved out to check the king's bedroom, walked around the corner and saw him. Valar managed to kill 3 of the elite soldiers before he was knocked out cold. He awakened in a filthy prison cell staring into the faces of 2 grinning guards and a magistrate. The magistrate told him he would be executed the next morning on charges of trespassing the king's home, the murder of several guards and, most severe of all for disturbing the king's sleep. Now the only way for him to escape this execution he would have to 'volunteer' for a most likely suicide mission to enemy territory with a team to kill the Majurrun general Mahgar. As a reward he would get a pardon and be free again in the kingdom. It was either the quick death or the mission, Valar chose for the mission.
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 Save my baby dragons! http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/OA8c http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/FJ1A http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/7yG5 Last edited by Sarzum : 05-30-2008 at 01:32 PM.
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You'll be fine, can you use this character sheet though?
 Name: Age: Height: Weight: Race: Equipment: (Armour and Weapons) Appearance: Excels in: (Swordsmanship? Archery? Basically why s/he has been picked amongst everyone) History: Just that we need the information, especially for the introduction of your characters!
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Name: Vor'radier Nyth'Res
Age: 273 Height: 6'2" Weight: 73kg's Race: Elf Equipment: Vor'radier carries about a rather large spear, only an inch smaller than himself, the spear itself is engraved with elven writing and the blade of the spear is forged in a serrated fashion. He wears a light chainmail shirt and dirt-brown leather greaves, on his arms and legs he wears gauntlets and boots made almost entirely of steel. He never wears a helmet as he believes it obscures his vision. Under his armour he wears midnight blue cloth clothes. In a large pocket sewn onto his greaves are about a hundred darts, not in the sense of darts for a dart board, but darts that were made to do actual damage, they look like tiny daggers. He also has steel pauldrons that cover his entire arms down to where his gauntlets begin. Appearance: Vor'radier keeps his shoulder length wheat-coloured hair back in a warrior's tail (Basically a plait), his features seem almost carved, he's not handsome, but not ugly, not that it matters. He's slim and quick-looking, his eyes are a deep green and he almost seems to look straight through you. He never uncovers his hands for anyone, always do his gauntlets cover them, even as he sleeps. His muscles seem rather regular sized in contrast to the regular, muscle-bound warriors that are usually taken into wars. Excels in: As his build suggests, he's quick on his feet and even though he may not be the strongest warrior of the bunch his ingenuity with his weapons more than makes up for that, he will exploit every little thing he can to his advantage, over his many years alive he has become an expert with his spear. His ability to think quickly has saved him time and time again. He's a decent aim with his darts and uses them to his advantage as well. History:((Will reveal it as we move along.))
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Name: Elegost Emmual
Age: 19 Height: 6'2" Weight: 76kg. Race: Human Equipment: Elegost's weapon of choie is his simple, yet elegant long bow, of white ash wood and gold trim, strong with a long string of sinew. Also with him he carries a short sword srapped horizontally at his waste. He has other equipment though such as rope, string, and arrows. He wears light leather armour over a chainmail shirt, with brown trousers, and leather boots. His long sleeve under-shirt is green as is the cloak and hood he wears over everything.s it obscures his vision. He has one large gauntlet on his left arm that has three metal claws extending from it. Appearance: He has elegant features much like that of an elfs, but a little more rugged. With shaggy brown hair that runs down his head to the bottom of his ears and just before the top of his eyes. His eyes are a shade of pearcing blue, sharp and intellingent, almost to the point of seeming cold. His build is that of a warriors lean and flexible, able to move quickly at any given point in time. Excels in: He excels in Archery, never does he miss his mark. He's gotten to the point to where he is good enough to fire multiple arrows at once. In melee, though not his strength he is able to hold hi own with a razor sharp gauntlet, and a short sword crafted by the elves. History  (Will reveal it as we move along.))
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