Synopsis:

The Kingdom of Ithelas has endured many a conflict, however, none was so bloody as the Great War of a decade past. The provocateur was none other than the feared necromancer Levius Valenti. Levius was a brilliant student who, unchallenged by the curriculum taught to the other students, found his interest lying in the forbidden arts of black magic, particularly necromancy. A naturally powerful practitioner combined with a knowledge of the dark arts his thirst for power started to become a sensation he could not quench with simple spells and rituals. He began to envision a kingdom of his own, where only the few of magical blood would live and thrive, anyone not possessing magical qualities would be slain or enslaved. He began to build his army. Calling upon the countless generations of corpses in the crypts of the kingdom he assembled his undead army.

Levius marched his army across the kingdom leaving only destruction in his wake, women, children, even animals, all killed or enslaved. Cities and villages burned, the soil, so saturated with blood plant-life would follow their cold battlefield companions in death.

With every kill his army grew and the slaughter moved across the kingdom. Finally the final push on the capital, Boverin, where in his castle King Arde has mustered the last and finest of his men to defend the crown. The King himself stood among his men. However, it would be the acts of the Archmage of the very college Levius himself had been taught, that would ultimately be his downfall. Archmage Amicus, although burdened by age would capture and subdue his former pupil. He was hailed a hero.

Unable to send his own pupil to his death Amicus convinced His Majesty to imprison Valenti in Heaven's Needle, a magical prison on a small island in Boverin Bay.

For 10 years Valenti sat in his cell, imprisoned not only by physical walls but enchantments to his restraints less him powerless. He waits patiently for the time he can get his revenge and fulfill his dream of a pure-blooded kingdom under his banner.

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Its been 10 years since the end of the Great War and Ithelas has enjoyed such peace. Villages and cities have been rebuilt and lives returned to relative normalcy. Archmage Amicus is now dead under mysterious circumstances, killed in his private study at the college. King Arde commissioned a statue to his honour to be erected in the Dome of the Sun, just north of the capital.

Rumors have now begun to spread that Valenti is once again free, however, such rumors remain only hear-say.

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Loosely based off a book of the same name. ( Not a bad read in my opinion )

I'd like to keep the RP moving at a steady pace so post within a decent time frame please.

While I understand on rare occasions the story warrants a very short post, causal standards apply.

The world as it stands is dominated by humans. However, The enemy is an enemy to all and there is no reason to omit the normal fantasy races.

So, the question remains... interested?

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CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )

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Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
Appearance: ( pic or paragraph. This should be detailed if written )

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I'm confused as to what we'll actually be doing, Could you explain that?

King Arde has sent out for enlisted help in defending the kingdom against the necromancer and his army. That's where everyone would come in. Got plenty of twists and turns in mind though too.

Interested then

Excellent to hear. ^_^ You can do your CS at your discretion. Hopefully more people will gain interest. I'll put mine up tomorrow.

I'd certainly be interested!
How powerful would our characters expected to be, by the way?

Not excepted to be powerful. Basically if you're slaying multiple enemies with a single blow, you're too powerful and that makes things no fun. Everyone has weaknesses. Standard rules apply, godmodding etc.

In short, be reasonable.

Ok, cool.
So it won't be a power level to the effect of a small team against a massive horde of faceless mooks; rather, we should expect to be at about the same power level as any given opponent(s) we face?

If you're the above average warrior even elite is okay, but as long as no one forgets they aren't Gods then it really isn't a bother. If you are an elite warrior you'll be able to take on multiple enemies but not a horde. Again, just be reasonable.

Name: Robin Voss
Gender: Female
Age: 20 years
Occupation: Apprentice Professor of Herbology
About Robin: Robin was a promising student at the College of Magic, specializing in herbology. She had even began an apprentice professorship under Professor Alstan a master of herbology. However much a scholar she was her passion was truly fieldwork. The outside world was full of wonder and surprises that didn't always come with reading books. Well adept at magic she has always had an interest in swordplay but never really trained, her form and technique are considered amateur at best.

Generally quiet by nature Robin has spent most her life inside the College walls occasionally venturing out on herbing expeditions. While she is quite intelligent and clever in her craft, her isolation has made her quite naive to the ways of the world.

Appearance:

Name: Roark Ironfist
Sex: Male
Age: 62 years
Species: Mountain Dwarf
Occupation(s): Engineer in the Greymountain Dwarves' military (inactive service); journeyman alchemist (formerly apprenticed to the alchemist of the Ironfist household).
Background: Showing a great propensity for mechanics and construction from a very early age, Roark began to experiment with various projects, building his first ballistic crossbow at the young age of 14, and refining a repeater for it by the age of 15. As soon as he was old enough, his aunt recruited him into the Greymountain military to capitalize on his skill as an engineer and craftsman, but not before one of his uncles had convinced him to become an apprentice to the family's alchemist by mentioning that some alchemical compounds are quite useful in the construction of more elaborate devices.
While rather competent at melee combat (favoring his family's fighting style known as "Hammer and Anvil," using a war hammer paired with a heavy shield in a primarily offensive form), his true talent lies in engineering and ballistics, which lends itself to highly effective ranged combat and trapmaking.
Appearance

Side note: I'm loosely basing my take on dwarves on the version that show up in D&D 3.5 (mainly with regards to age and lifespan).

With any luck we can pick up at least one or two more soon. :)

That'd be nice; I'd really like to see where this story goes!

I could be interested, this is going to be fantasy yet not too unrealistic right? I'm cool with fantasy aspects (psyche I love them) but we assassin's aren't going to be the total badasses everyone portrays them as. What I mean is an assassin with surprise on his side might win with against a knight, but if they clash in headlong battle then an assassin's gonna get his ass handed to him (most likely.)

That is correct.

Good. I'm game.

How long are you expecting the average post to be?

At least a paragraph.