Gems of Fate

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Roleplay between vode635 and myself. If you wish to join, please send me a personal message first.

OOC for this roleplay can be found here: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...ms-of-Fate-OOC

Characters:

Name: Ramoth
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Biography: Ramoth was born to a peasant couple, who were unable to care for him. Because they still loved him though they left him on the doorstep of a nearby monastery in the middle of the night. The brothers there raised him according to their beliefs, and the boy grew with a strong moral foundation and steadfast faith in the what the monks had taught him. A few months after he turned 23 he was selling the monasteries excess crop in the town market when a crowed of ruffians started causing trouble, and were threatening to become violent. When he tried to talk with them and calm them, they began to beat him. Reacting without thinking, Ramoth retaliated. He quickly leveled two of them with a single punch, the monks believed firmly in being at peak physical condition, and cracked the skull of another with a nearby stave. It was in this moment that he found his true calling, to be a defender of those who could not protect themselves and to confront evil doers wherever they may be found. He returned to the monastery where he informed the father who was his mentor, who gave him his blessing and a holy talisman to aid him on his quest.

After several months Ramoth had made his way to a more, "militant", monastery. There he trained in the use of the paladins warhammer, as well as how to wield a broadsword and heavy battleaxe, and learned to fight easily in heavy plate armor.

Name: Izaka Sazaka

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Class: Dark Knight

Class Description: A warrior who trades life energy for power. Focuses heavily on offense and attacking, usually boosting physical strength in return for lowering health or defenses.

Personality: Aloof, serious, brutal. As long as his goals are met he doesn’t care the methods. A cold soldier that is more than willing to trade the lives of innocents and people only tangentially related in return for success.

History: Growing up as an orphan, Izaka quickly learned to fend for himself, fighting for survival on the rough streets of the city. Unlike many of the urchins who died all around him, he managed to survive into young adulthood and took a job with the imperial army at around age 16. He served for 4 years, until age twenty, before seeking discharge. Taking his newly acquired skills, he immediately turned around and began to sell his sword to the highest bidder, seeking as much coin and treasure as he could. For 6 years he committed unspeakable atrocities, butchering cities, eliminating church officials, and torturing spies for intelligence. His years of service and experience have left him with a rather cynical world view, nothing brings him pleasure anymore beyond the thrill of senseless violence or torture, for these reasons, more than out of necessity, does he fight.

Extra: Has two children by a women he met during his time in the army. He is no longer in contact with any of them.

Appearance:



(If any others were to join, I would add their character information here.)




Ramoth.

You have been training vigorously at the monastery, seeing very little of the outside world since entering, and focusing primarily on honing your skills. Your skills have grown and now the leader of the monastery, Abbot Thoran, has decided it is time for you to take on your first duty to the simple and defenseless people of the outside world. He informs you that you will receive letters by personal pigeons that will direct you to areas that need your assistance. The first area you are being sent to is the dark and dismal side of a large city, Amranath. The outskirts of Amranath are bright and clean, but as soon as you get to the lower districts, you are made aware of the severe need of your talents. You soon easily spot the sign of the Dancing Bird, the inn that Abbot Thoran has sent you to. It is the only part of this dismal area that actually smells good. Sitting outside, against the inn wall, is a hooded figure, cloak-wrapped arms hugging knees close to chest. It is uncertain if the figure is male or female, but you can see two curved blades leaning against their shoulder. The person makes no move as you approach.

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The scent of the outside world. In the monastery everything was clean and fresh, even in the sweaty training sessions with the brothers there was nothing as rank as parts of this city. Never before had he spent more than a few hours outside the walls that protected his order. Now, three days into his journey, he has discovered that the world is indeed in need of the men of his order. This city was so clean and pure from a distance. But the further in a man went the worse it got. Such is life he thought to himself. The first thing seen is not always the truth. One of the patrolmen he had encountered had directed him down several alleys, with a warning to keep an eye out for pickpockets.

There it is. The Dancing Bird fit in well with its surroundings. Dark and rundown, not a place a man of good repute would usually be found. He pulled the cloak that covered his arms and armor closer to his body as he made his way through the crowds towards the doorway, conscious that the raucous singing inside was probably indicative of excessive drunkenness and everything that might come with it. His work was well cut out for him. A few meters from the door he notices a figure that seems out of place here. Sitting on the side of the street, but not begging like so many of the others. Not looking for a fight based on their position, but ready for one nonetheless. After a few more seconds consideration he continued walking past and towards the door of the inn.

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Upon entering the Dancing Bird, you see a large group of young men, obviously drunk, singing loudly. Everyone in the bar is dressed in only the barest of clothing, despite the promise of a chilly night. However, they were all well groomed and seemed friendly enough. Apparently, this was the nicest area in the lower district. There was smoke from a few older men who smoked pipes near the fireplace. There was an open-fire grill to one side of the bar, upon which three steaks, some onions and potatoes were being cooked. The food looked good and he was at once greeted by a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes. Her ears were pointed slightly, an elf. "Hello! Welcome to the Dancing Bird, my name is Chiara, will you be staying the night?"

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Ramoth nodded to the elf as he removed his armored gauntlets. "Indeed, perhaps more than one night." The mans voice was deeper than average, to the point where it seemed that the floor should reverberate when he spoke. "Something simple is all I require, as well as a place at a table when meals are served here. I ask only that I been given total privacy at night, but I assume that is normal." With his left hand he reached across his body and into a pouch securely attached to his belt and withdrew a small number of coins, roughly the amount that the Abbot had told him he would need for several days room and board. He held these out to the woman in the palm of his hand. "I believe this should be enough for now?" He noticed that he was getting various looks from some of the patrons. He took no issue with any of them, since he was the only one clad in armor, the armor of a holy warrior no less. Standing out was to be expected here.

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"Oh!" The girl exclaimed as soon as she caught sight of your armor. "You're the abbot's friend!" She curtsied. "Keep your money, good sir. As a gift, the Abbot has already paid your fee." She gestured to the best table in the house. "Sit, I will bring you food and drink." She hurried off as another man entered, it was the cloaked figure you had seen before. She seated him near you and you can see a slight glint of red beneath his hood.

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"My thanks, miss." Ramoth put two fingers to his forehead as he spoke as if he were tipping an imaginary hat. It was a gesture that he had picked up from his mentor in the monastery where he was raised. As he sat he placed his gauntlets into the satchel the carried over his shoulder before placing his hands on the table and looking briefly about the room. When the stranger was seated beside him Ramoth nodded politely in his direction before returning his attention to the room for a few more moments. Then he looked again at the figure and spoke to him. "That is a fine pair of blades you carry. I do not recall having seen a similar pair before, do you mind telling me a little about them." From his recent training Ramoth knew a few things about weapons, and it seemed to be the most convenient thing to start a conversation at the moment. If this person knew anything significant about Amranath it would be more than Ramoth knew, and one of the basic rules of battle was to know as much about your opponent as possible. Not that he meant to go to war with the city or its people, far from it. But in Ramoths' mind the world was in a constant struggle between the forces of light and dark, and there was the battle he was meant to fight in, starting with this little corner of the invisible war between good and evil.

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Ramoth:

The man glanced up at him and Ramoth could see that his eyes were blood red with black slit pupils. They were disconcerting at first, as Ramoth had never seen anyone with eyes like that. However, he replied in a civil, yet wary, tone. "They are the finest blades in all of Base. The red one is Akane, the bloodlust of battle. The black blade is Fumio, the tactician. You will find no other blades like them." Base was a large mountain in the center of a brutal desert. It was said that only one race ventured in and out of the mountain: the Nysas. The Nysas were very reclusive and suspicious of other races and no one had seen enough of them to know enough about them. There was one simple thing that stuck in the minds of everyone. If you mess with a Nysas, you will lose your life before knowing what you had done to offend them. If this man was a Nysas, he was most likely dangerous.

Izaka:

You are wandering down the streets of Verilas, a large, but hostile city south of the ice-capped mountains. You have just recently been paid for a contract kill that was far more boring than you were hoping for. There also seems to be only one warrant posted right now. The warrens is for 300,000ć, a fine sum for any hired blade. The only catch is that the reward is thirty-percent less if he is killed. Whoever wants this man wants him alive. The name is Kaïn Rean and the description is oddly cut blue-grey hair, red eyes and average build. With a price that high, it looks to be a challenging job. You can take the warrant and search for this Kaïn Rean, or you can go to the tavern and hope more work will present itself.

[Izaka Sazaka]

Izaka pursued his lips as he stared down at the warrant in his hands, the price was good, but the conditions were somewhat steep. The man posted was a notorious dealer in both arms and illegal shipments of grain, two things that were vital to the continued success of any city, much less that of Verilas. Verilas was a city built, literally, into the side of a snow-capped mountain; people here made their living by minding deep into the mountainside and extracting precious minerals, which could then be used to purchase food and other such items. The main problem was that food was rarely ever shipped this far north before it began to store, at least through legal routes, routes that could be taxed by the city's government. Enter Kaïn Rean; he was intelligent and devious, already having realized the enormous profit that could be made by providing basic necessities at deflated prices, the government was losing 1,000ć daily, no wonder someone wanted him dead.

To crack the case however, would require serious skill. As a criminal and a intellectual, Kain had already realized it would only be a matter of time before people were put on his case and had already taken the liberty of hiring personal security, not that it would do him much good in the end. Crumpling up the power, Izaka shoved it into his pocket, lifting his hands to remove the heavy helm that covered his head. He'd pursue the contract tomorrow, but for now he was tired, he'd just returned from a contract and intended to spend the night in luxury. Heading toward the closest inn, it's large wooden sign loomed cheerfully over the doorway: 'Hog's Head Tavern'. Pushing through the entryway, Izaka dropped a few coins onto the front desk, far more than what was required for even a week's stay. "I'm taking a room." Heading upstairs, the dark knight quickly shed his armor and weapons, returning downstairs with nothing but a pair of black pants, shirt, and boots remaining on his person; although the night was chilly, the tavern's fire burned hot. Approaching a table that already seated three others, Izaka took the fourth chair silently and without much commotion, listening in on their conversations, as luck would have it, their current discussion was in regards to his current contract: Kaïn Rean.

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It took Ramoth a moment to recognize what the other man was. Even though he had never seen a Nysas in person before, many writings in both monasteries had mentioned them. The paladin monastery even depicted one in a mural of a great battle that occurred over forty years ago. It was generally believed that they were not inherently evil, but many secluded communities had mistaken Nysas passer-throughs to be demons or other such fiends. Their reputation of mystery and violence did little to quell the rumors. There was a small chance that this man was simply a man, one who had used magic to alter his appearance. But those were odds that only a suicidal fool would bet against. Ramoth was neither. He decided to keep the conversation to a relatively safe topic, relative being the key word.

"Interesting names. It sounds as though you tread the path of the warrior, but not blindly as so many are wont to do. I find that to be admiral." Lying. It was something that his order forbade except at the most dire need. It was also forbidden to flatter a person undeservingly. So as Ramoth began conversing with the Nysas he made sure to adhere to his orders tenants as he would with any other person. And if truth be told, the paladin was curious about the Nysas beside him. As he spoke his hand drifted idly to the chain wrapped around his neck the held his talisman, currently tucked behind his breastplate. His mentor had given it to him as a ward and a guide, and so far it had not failed him.

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Izaka:

As you approach the table, it is obvious that the discussion is not a private one and the three men pay him no mind. The first man was large and healthy, with arms like tree trunks and a chest visually equal in strength to a horse. The slight burns on his hands and gritty black fingernails revealed him to be a blacksmith. The much younger man sitting next to him seemed to be the blacksmith's apprentice or son. The third man was a quiet, calm-looking ranger. The blacksmith and his son were doing most of the talking, with the ranger adding a few bits and pieces.
"It's nonsense, hear me? Nonsense!" The blacksmith said firmly. "This "Blue Kaïn" is a thief. Stole something valuable he did! I heard it myself, stole the crown jewels he did!"
"Can't be thievery," the son replied. "Jimmy Tersh down at the bakery said he saw him. Eyes like a demon, he said."
"Bah! That young fool was just trying to impress you!" The blacksmith finished his ale and called for another. "If Jimmy Tersh had seen him, he would have alerted the guard and gotten filthy rich."
"Couldn't, he said," insisted the son. "Said he put a powerful fear into him and his mum. He said they couldn't move. He must be a demon."
At this, the ranger spoke. "Demon or not, the bounty is astounding. Did this Jimmy tell you which direction he traveled in?"
The boy nodded. "Indeed he did. Said he headed south. Said he hopes he never sees him again."
"It seems like every story I hear about this man is different," the ranger said, pulling out a small book. "Do you mind if I record your stories?"
They both filled him in on the details again and then the ranger looked up at you. "What about you? What is your opinion on Kaïn Rean?"


Ramoth:

The man gave a slight tilt of his head in acknowledgement. "Do not panic, but I may be causing a bit of a ruckus in a few moments. You see, someone has stolen a very valuable item from me. I have found the offender. He's a mere two tables behind us. I'm trying to find the best route to confront him," he hesitated, glancing at Ramoth's armor and apparel. "By the way, you haven't happened upon any silver trinkets with pale blue crystals in them, have you?"
His question sounded harmless at first, but there was another element that was soon obvious. It was something near annoyance in his voice. It seemed as if this question was not one he asked lightly.