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Realm of Magic{Fantasy RP}
Anyone can join, at anytime! Just no Mobgoding!
Story The aftermath of a great war, when all of the land was destroyed. Slowly civilizations rebuilt themselves. But still the world was divided between good and evil. The war would still range on. No one knew it yet though. Information So this is basicly just rp..almost anything goes. NO MOBGODING! there is a character sheet that is just a putline you can add whatever you want to your chartacter sheet. I hope everyone likes it. Your basic rpg classes and races are what you can be. There is no OOC forum for this just put OOC talk in (( )) Character Sheet Name: Gender: Race: Class: Last edited by Boaradoor : 07-20-2008 at 07:37 PM. 
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Name: Angmar
Gender: Male Race: Demon Class: Wanderer Apperance: http://mythicmktg.fileburst.com/war/...3/malekith.jpg Weapons: http://thirdage.uffsite.net/images/s...mingSword2.jpg Spells: rain of chaos (fire falls from the sky in balls burning almost anything) Summon (summons his pet dragon) Fire Wall (creates a fire wall in a circle around him) Abilities: Very strong, stealthy, and intelligent Pet: http://www.lordoftherings.net/media/...king1_1280.jpg Enemies: Many (everyone but friends) Friends: None (Still Living) Last edited by Marius Lioncourt : 06-30-2008 at 08:16 PM.
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Angmar stood outside a bar waiting for a suspected visitor. *snap* "who's there" *looks over to the forest* All of a sudden a man jumps out with a sword ready to cut Angmar's head off *smack* The man's lifeless body smacks the ground after Angmar slashed open his stomach with his sword. "What was that all about" *creak* The back door to the bar opens and a very mysterious man walks out. "You must be Angmar" he says. "Yes that would be me" "Here i have a package for you" he says. The man hands over a package. *slash* *smack* Angmar cuts the man's head off and it falls to the ground. "what is this, a joke" Inside is a broken dagger. "Damn, there goes some good money" "Well i think i will go have a little fun" *laughs* Angmar walks into the bar and everyone just stops and stares at him. Angmar pulls out his sword. "Time to die" This was the last thing the people ever saw. http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...ngmar400px.jpg
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After the slaughter at the bar Angmar decides to head back to his castle. There he finds his guards and soldiers all killed. "Who would dare?" Angmar searched through the whole castle, he found nothing but bodies. Finally he went into his chamber and there sitting in the corner was one of his guards only half dead. "What happened here?" "It was some warlock" said the guard. "Was he alone?" "No he had any army with him, an army of zombies" said the guard. "Zombies! This could only have been done by a skilled sorceror." *smack* The guard fell off the stool dead. Then Angmar vanished into the night.
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Name: Vivian Latreal
Preffered Name: Viv Race: Vampire Occupation: Former Assassin Coven: N/A Age: 725 Height: 5'10" Weight: 132 lb. Hair: Shoulder blade length, Jet Black, wavy Eyes: Honey Build: Medium bust size, small waist, wide hips, long legs, fit. Prominent features: scar across bride of nose Abilities: Extreme stealth Agility and Speed from years of being an Assasin, Persuasive, Cold Heart (except: check Weaknesses) Strengths: Stealth, Beauty, Cunning Weaknesses: Cannot kill children, her brother Lerick Background: Used to work for big corporation as a hired assassin Enemies: None (now) Friends: Lerick(brother. Only two to survive from the corporation--as far as they know or care)
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Playing In: http://roleplayerguild.com/f8/ic-are...light=Aremasia -- Erii Zayra, an elf magician fighting to survive in Aremasia. http://roleplayerguild.com/f15/villa...rnra-ooc-8762/ -- Anell Faern, High Priestress of Faern'ra. Please support my new Elf-esque thread. http://roleplayerguild.com/f8/ic-for...counters-9653/ --Layne Victoria Zealand, Vampire-loving Lycan =D
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Vivian sat against the wall, her legs hanging over the edge of the cushioned seat of the booth. Her honey colored eyes were unfocused, her mind traveling back to the time before the war. The new mistress of the bar was cleaning out the remaining glasses, cleaning up the broken wood from the big bar fight the previous night. She sighed, probably not expecting this much hassle within her first week. Ever since the war people are jumpy and edgy, always making sure they are the number one priority. Vivian had done that her whole life, she was her only priority, her and her brother. She never cared for anyone else, nor did she wish to. Humans are cruel creatures with no respect and no care for other, always putting up an innocent front to make their lives seem better than others. And now look, millions dead and they still act the same.
Vivian slowly returned to an aware state of mind, she examined the table beneath her resting arm. A small engraving was written into the wood, most likely with a dull dagger, it wasn't very deep. She gazed at it for a moment, and wondered it's background, it's meaning. It was that she was focused on when another stranger walked into the Tavern. It will all end
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Playing In: http://roleplayerguild.com/f8/ic-are...light=Aremasia -- Erii Zayra, an elf magician fighting to survive in Aremasia. http://roleplayerguild.com/f15/villa...rnra-ooc-8762/ -- Anell Faern, High Priestress of Faern'ra. Please support my new Elf-esque thread. http://roleplayerguild.com/f8/ic-for...counters-9653/ --Layne Victoria Zealand, Vampire-loving Lycan =D
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Name: Laieth Kal' Tor
Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Paladin Appearance: http://images.epilogue.net/users/mic...e-Crusader.jpg yellow eyes, black hair in a buzzcut, 6'4", 163 lb. Weapons: http://www.chicagoswordplayguild.com..._longsword.jpg http://medieval.stormthecastle.com/i.../templarshield http://www.militaria.pl/upload/wysiw...r_UC1144_w.jpg
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Laieth looked over the battlefield, the bodies being picked clean by the scavengers. A few vultures flew by, landing on one of his comrades and ripping his eye out. Laieth frowned thoughtfully and turned away, towards his small remaining group of people. "Well, its over. We can all go home." The two hundred soldiers, of the thousand that had come with him, cheered. The Paladins of the Light weren't easily killed, but they could die. Oh, yes, they could die. He knew it all to well.
He and his men broke camp a few hours later, heading back towards Amadar, the 'Frozen Fortress of the Light' as people called it, because it was situated in the barren, frozen north wastelands.
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Hours after Angmar discovered his castle in ruins he returned. He decided to set the castle a blaze. "Time to get to it" After he finished torching every room he went back to the bar and jumped up on a nearby tree and watched through the window(http://www.council-of-elrond.com/cas...witchking2.jpg). Angmar saw a few people there. The one, whom he prosumed to be a waitress, was looking under the table where he had used the broken dragger. "I might have to keep an eye on this one. She seems different from the other humans. In time i will learn what she is one way or another." Angmar sat on a branch in the tree watching through the window for hours. Then a few hours later he vanished off into the night searching for a resting place till tommorow when he decided he will go meet her in person.
Last edited by Marius Lioncourt : 06-30-2008 at 08:43 PM.
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