In the immortal's path
Hello. This is my debut here on RPG. Please excuse this first post, as it has been 2 or 3 years since I last roleplayed and it may take me a while to get back into "my groove".
At the center of the stage we have Cerilia. Cerilia holds the seat of the most technologically advanced empire around. Cerilia is populated by humans and criers, with a very small vampiric minority. Cerilia’s populace is a lively bunch, dealing with machines of wood and iron on a daily basis.
To the north are the Horacians, a poor nation of people whose large military is seen as the only advantage it holds in the world. It hosts a largely human populace with a small vampiric minority.
To the west are the Gracians, a wealthy nation whose technology may not equate to Cerilia’s but their military and economic force keep them a strong ally. They are exclusively human.
In between Gracia and Horace is Rigia, a moderately wealthy state known for its reclusive culture and strong military. It suffers the most political tension with Cerilia. Their populace is human, with a small Por minority.
To Cerilia’s east are the Druids. Wild folks who do not subscribe to the ideology that technology could produce superior cultures. The druids are mostly Sylvre and Por, with a moderately sized human minority.
To the south are the Fraehim. A religious empire whose lands stretches across vast deserts and amazing jungles. The Faehim populace consists of Humans, Sylvres and vampires.
Humans. Well what do you expect? They are just humans after all. They do have one saving grace here, however, they are the most likely to acquire “powers”.
Cryers.Cryers stand four feet tall (when mature), feature blue scales, bare no body hair, and have a small tail (length varies within 1.5 feet and 2 feet when matured). They are fairly strong (a little less than a human), deft in slight of hand, and are fleet of foot.
Vampires. Vampires are humanoid creatures of a predatory nature. They feed off of the blood of other living creatures. They are much stronger than a human and feature strong senses. They are stong, athletic, and resilient, but by no means are they immortal. They do not fear silver or sunlight, however it is easier to overpower their senses (due to their strength). Strong odors such as garlic or incense have been known to ward unwanted vampires.
Sylvre. Sylvre are elemental creatures who have hold a watered down heritage. Their abilities do not fare if compared to creatures from earlier generations. They can phase through thin barriers, communicate with elemental creatures and are capable of seeing and communicating with ethereal creatures or spirits.
Por. Por are elemental creatures who hold great power over a particular “sphere” of domain. Some have weather, others, fire, and some healing or knowledge. It varies from creature to creature. However a matured por will have access to two (at least one of which will be elementally related).
Two more races have yet to be revealed.
Profiles (I always put some form of profile for my main characters, just a personal thing):
Typis, 5'9" and of average build. He has short dark brown hair and blue eyes. Human.
Rithe, 5'10" and of a more muscle toned build. He has moderate length black hair (doesn't even reach halfway down to his shoulders) and green eyes. Human.
Sarah,5'7" and of athletic build. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. Human.
Githro,6'1" and of a well muscled build. He has long blonde hair and green eyes. He is a bronze skinned Sylvre.
Rewel, the rogue of Tristam, spotted at the border
Read the headline. Typis didn't know who Rewel was. He didn't know where Tristam was located. He didn't even know a place existed by the name of Tristam, yet on the first page of his newspaper the title rested. In large bold letters they printed it, as though to say their readers were either too blind or too stupid to read it themselves. Typis hadn't exactly held the press in high esteem, but to make such a fuss over someone that he hadn't even heard of? Well...enough was enough for him. Typis set down the paper and looked down at the table. His toast was still warm, as were the beans and scrambled egg. Following his usual routine, Typis finished his breakfast and started to prepare for work. In his dressing room he spied his uniform, a pair of faded black cotton pants and a brown shirt. He picked up his brown leather pack of tools and headed for the door. Upon opening the door, his eyes were met by the twilight before dawn. There was just enough light he could see the houses around his, and the silhouette of the machinery in the distance, but not enough for him to describe any of it in detail. He locked the door behind him and grabbed his bicycle. He always did enjoy the ride to work. The feel of the cool air on his skin. The freedom of the flat gravel roads. The safety of getting to work before his moronic neighbors would get into their automobiles and endanger every pedestrian on the roads... or sidewalks. He enjoyed driving past the industrial workhorses; large bipedal machines which Typis thought had always roughly resembled humans. At least, they would resemble four armed humans who had a window in their chest. He enjoyed the view as the distant machinery would gradually become a very near thing, until it towered over him like a sky scraper and he could touch it. He rather enjoyed machines. The thought that several inanimate objects could be crammed into a single mesh and create something like an elevator fascinated him, despite his daftness for engineering. I bet your asking yourself “What kind of job does Typis have near such machinery?” right? Typis is known as a ‘Pitchfork wizard’. His job was to stay at the bottom of the construction site and catch any roughnecks who happened to fall off. Any equipment he could save was a bonus too. He made his way to the trailer where the site supervisor would spend his day, pretending to keep an eye on the employees. He didn’t really like his supervisor. He was a lazy and unintelligent sort. A bad example of the Cryer race. Typis always found the Cryers to be an interesting race. With their light blue scales, short figure, and lengthy tail. He always felt like they were out of place, like they came from a fairy tale, but never said as such to anyone. Even more interesting, he thought, is their extreme work ethic and common sense. The average Cryer is 30% less likely to take an unreasonable action according to a local poll. Typis wondered who they had placed in charge of that pool, was it a Human, Cryer, Vampire or Sylvre, however, none of that mattered at the time being. Typis is about to get a very interesting surprise. Today Typis is going to receive good news and bad news. The good news is that he won’t have to catch anymore clumsy construction workers. The bad news is that he will be fired and dragged into the main plot of our story. It is my belief now that you’re wondering what will happen to this charming narrator if Typus is displaced into such writings? Sadly, I too have been fired- or rather, I haven’t even been hired. Failed my audition I fear. Perhaps, if the writer enjoyed my performance he will contact me later and I will have yet another chance to continue assisting you, the reader, in enjoying this journey… but I fear that will not be so.
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“What the hell is this Sarah?” Rithe throws down the newspaper as his fist hits the table. His face begins to don a few shades of red. “What are you talking about?” Sarah responds.
“When did you last speak with File?”
“What did he say?”
“He was off near the Rigian side of the border. Everything was running fine.”
“Did you read the paper?”
“What do you mean?”
Rithe responds with silence. Sarah picks up the paper and pauses for a few seconds as she studies the front page. It slowly dawns on her what has happened. “Gods…”
“I thought you told him to keep his distance.”
“He may not have engaged him. It’s Rewel. It’s not like this is unusual.”
“It doesn’t matter. We could have used a little warning. Githro’s team was supposed to get a heads up. ”
“With any luck File contacted them already.”
“If we had any luck, We would have heard from File that Rewel was crossing the border.”
The conversation was cut short as a knock was heard from the apartment front door. The room remains silent. There is a knock at the door once more. “Who is it?” Rithe growls. A translucent green and grey figure phases through the wooden door. “Stop your barking. Sarah, How are you doing?” The figure's voice rings. “I’m shiny hun." “Where are your soldiers?” The figure continues towards Rithe. “I get it.” Rithe’s face twitches. “Githro, please make yourself at home. Would you like a seat?” Sarah holds back a grin as Githro solidifies into his true form.
“No. I am fine. We must speak about Rewel.”
“Yeah. File give you guys a heads up?”
“No. File has been afflicted with fever, one of my men has taken his place.”
“You could have sent us a warning.”
“No. I could not risk Scrying to endanger the information. I know what Rewel is after. He seeks three texts hidden in the government archives.”
“Necronomicon ex mortis, biblios vitas, and the Philosopher’s works.”
A moment of silence prevailed over them as Rithe and Sarah contemplated the meaning. “I don’t know what the first two books are. As for the Philosopher’s works…What the hell does he want with some religious scribbling. The man is almost old enough to have known the Philosopher himself!” “I’ll see what I can dig up on these books. See if there is any real reason Rewel is after them.” Githro nods.
Sarah heads towards the backroom fetching a few identity papers Githro leans in to whisper in Rithe’s ear. “I know things will be dangerous, so I’m leaving a few of my soldiers behind. They will enter when I leave and you will be courteous to them.” Rithe nods his head in compliance. “They have… interesting talents.”
Sarah steps out of the backroom. “Are we all ready?” Githro returns to stance and faces Sarah. “Do not mind the company, they are for your protection.” Githro begins to fade into a swirl of grey and green as he walks through the door. “Not one for good byes is he?” Rithe joked. Sarah shook her head and grinned. “No. I don’t believe he is.” They both begin to chuckle when the doorknob turns…