"Sir all the materials needed for the summoning have been finally gathered" spoke Eziol. Gram looked over to Eziol and nodded. After thirty years of preparations for this day it has finally come. Green and a host of warlocks called the great mountains of Kurn their home. The name of the mountain has been given a new name. Its name now was the Lost Relm. It was a fitting title. They had constructed a fortress upon the mountain top with the help of the natives. The leaders of those natives now sat in a circle. Unknown to them though was the magic circle drawn into the stone beneath them. The circle needed to summon a great demon. The warlock nodded to Eziol. " Begin the ritual at once" He ordered and thus it began. The warlocks began to chant and raise their arms up into the air. Sparks flew from the circle frightening the natives a little. One rose up in the thought of running but then Graum rose and cast upon him and his fellow leaders a spell. The spell rendered them immobile dropping him to the ground. Graum motioned for two dread knights to place the savage back in his spot. The ritual then continued. The circle began to glow red with more sparks and energy pouring from it. Graum leaned on his staff watching intently. Such a beautiful sight, the summoning of a demon lord. Then the energy struck the natives killing them. Something then began to emerge from the circle bat like wings popping out as a creature was being pulled out from the land of the abyss. When it fully emerged the ritual stopped. All the warlocks stared in awe as they saw it. A rather larger than usual Balor demon. Its name was Eliphas the Destroyer, It was something to behold. Eliphas then flexed his wings and arms. He then began to look to each warlock and then to their ring leader. He was here finally.
For thousands of years Eliphas dreamed of claiming this world for his own and now because of these warlocks that dream just became a reality. He then noticed the warlocks dropping to their knees bowing to him and worshiping him. He smirked "I could get used to this" He said. The ring leader Graum stepped forward and moved close to Eliphas and went to his knees. "We wish to serve you Eliphas and in return we would enjoy it most that you destroy our enemies. The mages guild and the like" He said to Eliphas who nodded in return. He then closed his eyes taking a deep breathe. Graum watched intently waiting for a response then suddenly each of his followers one by one began to implode blood splattering everywhere. Graum rose up and aimed his staff towards Eliphas. "What are you doing? We asked for allegiance!!" groom screamed. Eliphas opened his eyes looking to Graum. He suddenly reached out grabbing Graum by the throat and lifted him up into the air. " You weak humans don't deserve such alliances with me. I do however thank you for bringing me here. For that your death will be quick and painless"He said and then Graum imploded in his hands. He then stretched his hands out into the air three portals opened up and stepping out of them where dretches. They continued to move out in swarms. "Go and kill all of the mortals that reside in this place" He ordered and the demons ran off through the corridors. The lesser demons emerge from the portals first then other creatures came out. Babau, a demon that reeks of decay, covered in black with leathery skin. Pointy ears decorated its skull and behind them a large curved horn rises out. Its mouth full of jagged teeth. It stands at six feet tall and weighs only a hundred forty pounds. With long finger claws the demons followed in behind of the dretches. Dretches were much smaller though. They stood at four feet and weighed sixty pounds. Dretch are blubbery little creatures with sickly looking flesh and a slack mouth full of small fangs.
The Babau continued to come out one by one moving through the halls past Eliphas. They began slaughtering the warlocks and their servants alike. None would be spared. If those two tanar'ri were bad enough as it was then the next demon was either worse or just as bad. An enormous, misshapen spider emerged from the portals. Their forelegs ended with wicked barbs, and globs of foul goo dripped from its fanged mouth. They looked around like some jittery rabbit. They suddenly began devouring the bodies of the warlocks."Leave their bones if you can, I wish to build a throne from them.... go eat and kill as many of these warlocks and their servants as desired." Eliphas told them. More emerged from the portals joining in the feast. Then nothing emerged for a while until six more demons emerged. These were not like the other three types of demons that were currently ravaging the fortress. These six demons that came out were taller. The Bebiliths, were only misshapen spiders that stood at fourteen feet and weighed two tons .These were called Glabrezu, they stood as tall as Eliphas who stood only at fifteen feet. These however out weighed him by five hundred pounds totaling them at fifty-five hundred pounds. Glabrezu had broad muscular bodies with four arms ending in weapons; Two with clawed hands and two with powerful pincers. It's dog like head is topped with horns and its muzzle drips with sharp fangs. Its eyes cold and dark. Seeing what was going on they had an idea of what to do. They left the room and out to join the fray. More demons emerged as well.Seven Hezrou, five Mariliths, three Nalfeshnee, twenty Quasits, and a dozen succubi. Three retrievers also came out as well as half a dozen Vrocks and more poured out of those demons. There seemed to be no end to the horde as well as the screams of warlocks being butchered. The Quasits began to collect the bones from the dead warlocks that the Bebeliths left behind constructing a large throne using human hair and flesh to keep them together. Eliphas began to laugh evilly as he watched his army pour out. By nightfall the fortress was overrun by tanar'ri and their ilk. Eliphas was not going to stop there though. His very presence tainting the walls and structures turning them black as charcoal an evil aura radiating from the stone. Then the dark shroud began to form whipping around the fortress and the mountain it sat on covering it in darkness. The quasits quickly began their own work adding new structures and tunnels into the rock faces. Making homes and rooms for the demonkin.

Twenty years later:
Lithium was as beautiful as ever with its inhabitants going about their lives as if nothing evil was on foot. The guards went through their patrol routes upon the walls. Today was good but then they came. Dark clouds began to engulf the blue sky above. Knights, and citizens alike began to look up at the ominous spectacle. At first they did not think of it as anything dangerous and they had every right to. Then lightning stuck out and hit one of the towers causing people to gasp.The lighting was different though. Its color not right. If that was not bad enough cold rain poured down from the clouds as well. This rain was odd too. It began to fatigue the people and knights all the same.

A knight up on the eastern walls of the city moved to a fellow brother nodded to him. "Well so much for a beautiful weather huh?" He asked. The other turned to him and answered him. "Yeah,... I don't about you but I have a bad feeling of all this." To which the other knight responded with a look. "What?... It just seems rather erie and the rain. It's making me feel a little,... different. I mean I have felt cold rain before ,but this is different." He explained causing the other knight to sigh. He then turned around and looked to the tree line. He smirked beneath his helmet and bumped his comrad on the arm causing a CLINK sound. "At least the woods seem a little bit more peaceful...." He stopped himself when he began to see the trees move. Yes there was wind ,but they moved as if manipulated by something on the tree floor. He approached the edge of the wallk and tried to see if he could see any closer. He then noticed something huge begin to emerge from the very woods and he looked to his friend. "Hey come take a look at this."

Information:

The first part is the subject and the second part is where the roleplayers will start their part in this story. The enemy will be Eliphas the Destroyer and his evil minions. Other races flock to his side as well mostly out of fear or the desire to get a taste of what he could bring for them. Now the good guys... well lets not limit that too bad for all of you. Meaning I will give you a choice of good or bad. That I will explain in more detail later. The Elves will be the main opposition as well as humans and various other races that wish not to give in to the evil. Now mind you, your race does not determine your alignment.
This is dungeons and dragons based. Well not completely. There will be no dice throwing except on my part. I like to challenge myself that way. Anyhow what parts of d&d will be involved? Mainly the races and stuff like that. Magic and stuff will be open minded.
What the Character Sheet will look like:
Name: (Think of anything you prefer. You don't have to think of a first and last name. One will do if that is what you wish)
Age: (This will differ from race but I would prefer something older thena teenager or equivilant to that race)
Race: (Options will be listed below)
Alignment: (This will determine on whose side you are on.
Class: (Options will be listed below)
Description:( This will include hieght, weight, skin color, eye color, anything relevent to what your character looks like and what he is wearing. If you want to apply a picture instead that is accepted.)
Biography/History: (The history of your character. What lead him or to this point in the story, how he got here, stuff like that. Would like good detail on this part.)
Spells/Skills: (List of spells and their description if a magic user, Skill if anything else other then a sorceror or such. Also do not limit your self to just D&d spells. Be creative and stuff)

List of options for the above:

Choice of Races: (This is for guidlines. You can pick other races outside of this list.)
Drow
Elf
Dwarf
Human
Gnome
Halfling/Hobbit
Orc
Goblin (and other various goblinkin)
Lizardfolk
Half-Dragon
Half-fiend/demon
Demon
Undead
Lycanthrobe
Half-orc
Half-Troll
and more.......

Choices of Class: (Like above, just guidlines.)
Fighter
Sorceror/Wizard
Rogue
Paladin
Cleric
and more......

My Character Sheets for this rp:
My Good characters:
Name:Ishmael
Age: 30
Race: Human
Alignment: Good
Class: Paladin
Descripition:


Biography: At the age of ten he had been hand picked by the church to be put into the brotherhood of knights known as paladin's. Priests were sent to houses or churches to heal or revoke demons from hosts or places and to heal the sick. Paladin's such as him were tasked with one thing and one thing only. To vanquish demons, witches, and anything else that was evil. For twenty long years he had been put through vigorous training.
From age 10 to 20 we was trained in combat both physical and magical. Then from 20 to 30 he was given tasked to test him. Towards the end of his training a order was given out to him and five other brothers. Their task was to go out and defend the boarders of the land and the ominous mountain from which the clouds sprouted. Six were sent. The six sent to six different cities to provide aid to the local knights and their people. This job lead him to Lithuim. Here his powers, willpower, and judgement would be put to the ultimate test.
Spells:
Holy bolt: Holy bolt is like a avergae fire bolt spell only the fire is white and does major damage to undead and anything with a evil alignment.
Rebuke Undead/Evil: This spell is used to push back undead or evil beings forcing them back.
Axiomatic Water: Creates Lawful - aligned axiomatic water.
Clear mind: A continuely active spell which resists mind effecting magic.
Deafening Clang: Weapon does sonic damage.deafens.
Divine Sacrifice: A spell that sacrifices the user to deal major damage.
Faithful Healing: A spell that cures or heals whorshipers of the casters deity
Golden Barding: Your mount gets force armor.
Lionheart: A continuely active spell that makes caster immune to fear
Sense Heretic: Glow reveals when evil creature is near.
Aura of Glory: Removes fear from Allies
Fell the Greatest Foe: Deal extra damage to creatures
larger than you.
Any other spells other then above drain energy.
Skills: Swordsmanship. Soul seeing, with one look he can determine if someone is evil or not despite heretry background.

Name: Cassandra
Age: 170
Race: Drow
Alignment: Good
Class: Rogue
Description:
standard drow equipment. Drow crossbow, rapier, poison kit.
Biography: Cassandra started her journey long before it brought her to Lithuim. Like every drow upon the surface world her life started in the underdark in the great drow cities. Cassandra did not desire the life given to her. A line of innocent blood to be spilt by her hands and those she commanded. She could not accept this fate and like many others she deserted her kinsmen for a life on the surface. However, like many of her kin who had done so she felt a great hatred towards her kin from the surface world. They did not kill her on sight but she was disallowed certain privileges. Such as the ability to enter a elven city with her wrists untied or to wonder into a town with out suspicious eyes upon her.

This quickly sprouted the life of a rogue. Stealing what she can ,for money or her own gain. Eventually she began widely known by thieves everywhere. One skill that did get her access to life in the city was her ability to get things that others can't. Poisons, trinkets, idols, or other priceless artifacts. Her next contract came out simply to her by a man in Lithuim.
Spells:
Darkness: Drops a large globe of darkness blocking out light in the thirty foot radius and turns the area black.
Farie Fire: Surrounds the target with a harmless illusion of flames and warmth making the subject believe he is on fire.
Levitation: Gives her the ability to levitate.

Skills: Delicate hands, gives her the easy ability to pick any lock or trip any wire without activating the trap.
Low light vision, can see within the darkest of caves with ease.
Poison Mastery, can create poison and apply poison to weapons or food without fuss.

My Evil Characters:

Name: Eliphas
Age: Unknown
Race: Greater Demon, Balor
Alignment: Evil
Class: Spellsword
Desciption:
More armor covers his body then this.
Biography: For centuries Eliphas has dreamed of nothing but conquering the land of the living. For days he looked upon mirrors scrying every inch of ther world. He would start with the country that had sealed him away for so long. Kurn, would be the begin of everything. With his release by thanks of the warlocks he once again would be able to reign supreme.

For twenty years after his return he began planning everything and accumilating generals for his demonic armies. He hated everything that wasn't a tenar'ri. Orcs and their filth as well as goblins will fall to the whip as well as any other race that surrendered. They would remain as slaves.
Spells:
Chaos Hammer: A evil beam of energy that crushes those it hits
Dark Spire: A spire is formed from the earth that corrupts its surroundings. Also a waypoint for demons to enter the world.
Greater Dispell Good: Dispels good aligned magic
Greater Teleport
Telepathy
Flaming Body: In a instant can erupt in flames burning those who touch him
Death Throe: Even in death he is still a threat. The moment he is killed he will explode and do massive damage to surroundings.
Summon Tanar'ri: Can summon tanar'ri lesser then himself
Blasphemy:
Dominate Monster:
Greater Dispel Magic:
Insanity:
Power Word Stun: Stuns the target with a word paralyzing him.
Telekinesis:
Unholy Aura:
Fire Storm :
Implosion:
Skills:
Entangle, True Seeing.

notes: There is no character limit.

Rules/Guidelines:
1: No god modding/Autohiting. I am the Gm in this mean I determine if the characters I control are hit or not and vise versa. Only you decide if your character(s) are hit or not.
2: Be nice and follow forum rules.

Other things: I want active people in this role play. If you are going to be gone for a week or something like that let me know. If you got problems irl, let me know. If its personal pm me.

If you have questions post them and I will answer them.

ROSTER:
Ishmael
Cassandra
Nova
Hotaru
Kyoto
Valken Diedricht

Villain Roster
Barghest
Cornugon
Volunruud
Barbazu
Anorith
Rezuirade
Astrid
Kyton
Grimhold
Aries
Eliphas
Alduin

Good Roster:(Excluding player characters)

Role players Roster

TheCaptainQ
LadyNova
Kyoto


WE ARE FULL, NO LONGER ACCEPTING OUTSIDE ROLEPLAYER CHARACTER SHEETS

Co Gm: Elise

Note: break any rules such as god modding or anything we will give each person 3 warnings. When you are given 3 of them and break a rule again then your kicked from this rp.

Name:Nova Bloodmon
Age:150
Race:Elf
Alignment:Good
Class: Spellsword
Description: Long Pink wavy hair and red eyes. Built like most elf women, slender and agile. 6'2" and weighing 120 pounds.

Biography: Nova due to her father was raised into witch hunting. Their job was simple go and root out evil and take it out. They had more of an edge on it then the order of paladins. With their seers they were able to pinpoint evil at its source rather then paladins who relied simply on witnesses or rumors. The seer council told her team one thing and that was that there were be evil approaching the city of Lithuim and she would be sent to defend it along with the team she was assigned to.
Spells:
Spells belonging to the destruction class. Fire,water,lightning, and conjuration.
Skills: Eagle eyes, low light vision, acute hearing.

Name: Hotaru
Age: 20
Race: Half-Demon
Alignment: good
Class: Sorceror
Description: Dark hair in a bob styled haircut. Violet colored eyes and a very pale color to her skin. Stands shortly at 5 foot and 4 inches. Weighing only 107 pounds. Dressed in a black dress trimmed with red. The dress ended at her knees which were covered in stockings with buckled shoes on her feet. She caries around with her a 8 foot staff ending in scythe like blade. The staff is made of silver and jeweled about its ends. The staff is carved well and master craftsmenship.
Biography: Poor little Hotaru did not get to choose her parents. Her mother human, and her father a demon. She wished for the evil to be washed away until one day she meet a traveling monk. The monk told her something that made her unafraid of her heritage. "...Ones birth determines nothing, what we do with the gift of life given to us determines who we are...." Afterwards she embraced her demon side and ask her father if she could learn more about herself and what she could do. She quickly learned that the deadliest of demons are not those who look ugly and misshapen, but the ones who look incredibly human. That was her father, a demon whose demeanor and shape resembled that of a human. She often question if he was really a demon herself but he told her that he was. In her request he taught everything. Starting with giving her something that once belonged to him. He cared not for it anymore , desiring a life with her mother forever. This object was a magic staff that looked similar to a scythe just without the grips on it. It was beautiful and mystical. It caried powers that if in the wrong hands could destroy the world itself, or in the right hands save it.

Next came or her to learn about the magic that had hid itself in her body. First he awakened her mind and soul to accept the power within. Then he explained the spells she would no undoubtedly have. When he could not teach her anymore for she had learned everything she often traveled to the city nearby. This city was Lithuim. She rolled her eyes at the looks she was given by the people. Then again it was not often that a woman of her size and shape would be seen carrying a staff like hers. She waved off their insults and rude behavior and went about her life. Oddly one thing her father told her is that no matter how old she got in age her body would never show it outwardly on her body. This could get unwanted attention if she let the humans get to know her too much. They would declare her a witch or something.
Spells:
Black Wave: Hotaru can use this spell when surrounded. This spell releases a black wave of energy pushing and doing damage to her surroundings living or non.
Thousand Pedals: Summons a thousand black rose pedals that are as sharp as a dragons talon. These pedals can cut through solid stone with ease let alone steel. She can use these pedals as a attack are a way to keep enemies at bay by having the whirl around her.
Black Rose: Summons a harmless looking black rose that shoots out of her hand stem first. When it hits a solid object it creates a 30ft barrier that blocks out foriegn magic and spells. This can also dispel harmful magic on allies.
Darkness: drops a 30 ft dark globe that blocks out the sunlight from anything caught within.
Dark Circle: This spell can be used to drain the energy out of anything within its 30ft radius and give that energy to its owner.
Black Curse: This spell blinds, deafens the target she so chooses permanently. This can be cured by a high level spell.
Silence: This spell destroys all sound causing spells unable to be cast.
Levitate
Hide Presence
Teleport
Telepathy
Telekinisis
Skills: Very Athletic.

Name: Kyoto
Age: 40
Race: Human
Alignment: Good
Class: Samurai
Description: Like a typical samurai. His armor is red trimmed with black. He has long black hair often ending in a pony tail. He doesn't fancy the helmets so all he wears is from neck to toe. He has dark eyes and a scar on his cheek in the shape of x. He caries only one weapon and thats his sword. Stands at 6'7 and weighs 230 pounds.
Biography: Kyoto started his life like any typical samurai. He was born into it through his father and two older brothers and nutured by his mother and four sisters. He learned from his father the art of combat. He was an expert with any weapon but prefered the katana over all. His mother taught him the other skills that define a person. Skills such as being polite and what to say and what not to say. He was greatly disciplined and was taught hard. You either learned quick or went to bed bruised or with bandages. At his twentieth birthday he was crafted his own blade. It's name was the Ice Dragons Breathe or Icingdeath. It was blessed by a chosen deity. The deity chose you not the other way around so it was great honor. The dragon god of ice chose him to be his sword of justice and power in the land of the living. With one swing of his black he could send waves of ice in shards or spikes rising from the ground. He could freeze over water or land if he so choosed. All he had to do was dip its blade into it and will it so. His next twenty years consited of fighting corupt leaders of his country as a rebel or fighting chalengers.

This road was long and hard giving him the scar on his cheek and three others. One scar about his chest and the other on his back. The last one crossed over the one on his chest. Eventually he made way to Kurn. He grew bored of his victories and wanted something more challenging, so he chose to go to a foreign land. He could already tell when getting off the boad that this country was ridden with evil. A dark presence loomed over it sucking it dry. He simply smirked and decided to follow rumors and gossip which lead him to Lithuim.
Spells: None, all magic resides in his blade and his blade alone.
Skills: Weaponmaster.

Name: Alduin
Age: Unknown
Race: Dragon
Alignment: Evil
Class: Dragon
Description: Alduin stands at large like most dragons and sports the wyvern look. His arms being his wings and his feet ending in tallons and a long powerful tail. The color of his skin is a charcoal black and he has two red eyes sitting within their sockets. His whole body was jagged with sharp scales that acted as a natural armor that could deflect arrows and most spells making him a force to be feared.
Biography: Alduin the devour of souls, the dimention jumper. His name alone spreads fear into the hearts of the living. For years his presence in the world of the abyss had caused the death of many demons. He devoured all who tried to best him. Demons, mortals alike. Often he traveled to the realm of the living to devour fresh souls. It did not matter if the soul was evil or good either one satisfied his hunger. He especially loved juicy souls. They were ones of pure evil or good. Eventually through his rise he eventually created his own plane of existence to which only he lived in. In this realm he would stay until his hunger got the best of him. In this he would leave to devour souls belonging to demons of the abyss or evil and pure souls of the living.
Spells:
Dark beam: A red beam of energy acts as his breathe weapon. Anything caught and killed by it has its soul instantly devoured.
Devour Soul: With a shout of his massive voice he can devour a target(s) soul.
Soul Tear: This spell tears the soul from a living body and replaces it with a dark servant which will follow Alduin's will.
Mass Soul Devour: Like Devour Soul but on a massive scale.
Skills:
Deathwind: With the flap of his wings can cause a massive wind.

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Name: Kyalia
Age: 70(Human Equivalent: 28 years old)
Alignment: Good
Class: Rouge
Description: She has dirty blond hair with brown roots but lighter tips with copper lowlights that goes to about mid-back but is usual in a braid which ends just below her shoulder bones. She has a narrow face with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. She has dark, nut brown eyes that look almost black if you're standing far enough away. Her eyebrows are the same color as the roots of her hair, a light brown. She has a narrow, dancer's build but she is tall, standing at 6'1 with longer legs than are usual proportionate. She has a slim neck and slim hands but larger feet and almost no apparent muscle and weighs just 110 pounds
Biography/History: She grew up in an elvan community a good deal away from Lithium but made her way to the city when she and her council had a bit of a...falling out concerning where her talents should be used. So she ran away and made her way through towns, conning her way out of starvation, working some honest wages here and there but for the most part, barely escaping the 'Wanted, Alive' posters that display most other con artist's names and faces.
Spells/Skills: She is proficient with a bow and arrow, however since her method is to try and be discreet, she mostly just uses her dagger when fighting. She is also a decent healer when the need arises.

Name: Fenn
Age: 24
Alignment: Good
Class: Witch
Description: She has pitch black hair that is the same color from root to tip and can look blue in certain light, a short, rounded face with no predominant cheek bones, and ice blue eyes with a darker ring of blue around the edge. Her eyebrows are the same color as her hair and she stands about 5'4 with a rounder build. She has small feet and small hands and weighs about 120 pounds
Biography/History: Witches aren't well accepted around these parts...unless you're a healer. Or a saint. Then you're okay. But if you're not either of those things then we should cut off your head and burn your body at the stake so she's been running around for a bit when she heard a rumor about something happening in Lithium via eavesdropping on some gossiping elves. She decided to go check it out and see if her talents could be put to use.
Spells/Skills: Burn Enchantments
Ice Enchantments
Wind Control
Fire Control
Far Sight Enchantment: As long as someone is wearing or holding the object she enchanted, she can sense what they sense, see what they see, hear what they hear, etc.
Scrying
Mind Link: She can open a mind link with a person but they have to be open to it as well

XUKHEZUR KAVINATH (open to adjustments)

Xukhezur Kavinath (voice) is an arctic "grimaskari" mechamancer. He stands about three inches over six feet tall, with pale gray hairless skin, glossy black eyes, and a broad muscular build. He often conjures an articulated, form fitting suit of ablative, stabilized protomatter over an undershirt, breeches, knee high boots and fingerless leather gloves. He also wears a pocketed nightscale utility belt. In addition to the mecha constructs he often pilots from within, Xukhezur also employs several optic orb homunculi as a means of surveillance and exploration.

He is about thirty-five years of age, despite having been born almost a century ago. Upon acquiring and exercising the level of skill required to scribe a very particular and powerful scroll, he entrusted his mentor to cast its effect upon him and a well fashioned magic ring made of black dragonbone. He now shares a connection to this "Ring of Ages", allowing him to draw upon its strange, inanimate resilience whenever he wears it, in effect halting the aging process. This ring is virtually indestructible while he lives, but if separated from it, Xukhezur would be slightly weakened until he could reclaim it. However, thankfully the connection he shares with it would allow him to sense its location, wherever it might be if on the same plane.

Xukhezur can be hired to build or create a vast array of objects and devices for a prospective client, as a means of advancing his own projects, and has also taken to adventuring, contractual mission assignments and remote mercantile enclaves as a means of financing them. He loves the challenge and satisfaction he gets from accomplishing difficult and often risky tasks on behalf of his people. Raised in the reasonably comfortable household environment maintained by his parents, he took quickly to learning the skills of his father, Kavuzaar, until it was obvious he would need more advanced tutelage. He was approached and recruited as an apprentice within a few days of submitting his application to the various guilds of magical artifice. His new mentor, was a skilled artificer named Nur'Zod, who guided him for the next twenty years, as he developed his craft and tested their applications in the fields of exploration and combat.

In the decades since, his restless appetite for discovery has often led him far afield, beyond the comforts of his homeland. He lives to serve his people in an almost competitive manner, that he might occasionally return to present or demonstrate the products of his accomplishments in an open forum, and take in the welcoming praise and share accounts of his endeavors.

[ Medieval Fantasy Version ]
Xukhezur is also a planar explorer hailing from the city of Deep Imaskar on the world of Toril. From among his various creations, he often utilizes a mecha effigy construct simply dubbed "Shroud".

Okay only problem with you character sheets is that the attack on the city of Lithuim hasn't been completed yet infact it hasnt even started. The place that had been overun and attacked is a place in the mountains. All you characters will be seeing at this point are dark clouds hovering over the city.

Okay, I wasn't aware, I thought it had already happened. I will change that now.

Andion I would like it included on this post for fairness of others.

Yeah other then that your characters are pretty sound Kaalee. I will be doing a "Everything was peaceful in the city as always.... then it gets attacked in the middle of that peace.

Okay Kaalee your sheets is accepted.

Awesome! Thanks

Well that works well actually seeing as the elves could have been getting info from some place and she could have over heard. Im actually pretty stoked about all of this. Everyone seems rather unique.

Okay Andion accepted. Just don't be too op for this rp. I would like to see what his reasoning for being there which can be explained in the IC.

Name: Tyr Swiftblade
Age: 32
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Warrior
Description: Tyr is a very muscular man and tall. He stands at 6 feet 5 inches. His muscle is perfectly built for battle. Raised learning to fight with any weapon equally well.His body became the perfect fighting machine. He has short well kept black hair meant to keep out of his eyes even when sticky from blood and sweat. His eyes are a dark green. He wears a suit of armor with a helmet resembling a skull. The armor would best described as the colour of night, rather then black. It's as if it was made with pieces of darkness itself. He rides atop a sturdy and healthy steed. Strapped to either side of Tyr's hip lie a elegant long swords. Perfectly crafted for killing. Not looks, but balance, sharpness, and flexibility combined with durability
Biography/History: Born to a clan of warriors Tyr was raised to be the greatest fighter to live. Just like every other one of his clan. They fought to achieve glory honor, and skill. Seeking death in the greatest honor to their gods, in battle against the strongest foe. One night something attacked his clan as they slept. Tyr was out testing himself in the wilds as he commonly did. Returning to his home he found all slaughtered. With out a home he started a journey. A journey of revenge. The only thing he had to go off as evidence to who or what it was that killed his clan was a ring with a very distinguished crest on it. His journey has brought him to many places. Yet it has not yielded any more clues to his families murder. Maybe the newest town of Lithuim will bring him closer to the answer's he's been searching for.
Skills: Weapon Mastery, Horseback riding, Horseback battle, Tactics. Inhuman strength agility and endurance.

Equipment:Duel long swords, full body armor.

accepted but add a little bit to the biography mainly a section of how he gets to the present location which will be Lithuim or its surrounding areas.

nevermind I can actually play that into the roleplay.

Well I've still edited it. Changed it around a little bit. I like it more actually.