[OOC] As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story
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Nariata The Silent
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"The war that I have warned the realm of has finally arrived, and nobody not even you, my fellow wizards, heeded my advice. I hope the Spiral Towers is ready for the coming darkness.
I was the one that noticed the signs that a war was coming. I felt the disturbance of demonic magic piercing into our realm a year ago, faint at first but to the trained mind all too clear. As the weeks progressed it soon grew in both power and scale. Then the villagers started to disappear into the night a few months after that. It was at this point I sent out my recon team, who within a week found a mass grave filled with hundreds of dead humans, all drained of their blood. I immediately sent out ravens to the Lords and the Ladies of the realm, advising them of what was to come.
I told them that the Dark Crusade was a distraction from the real threat; I pleaded with them to prepare their cities for the demons that were to come. I warned them of the age of darkness that was about to fall upon them. Two days ago, I watched as demonic beasts swept through the lines of soldiers, casting them aside as if they were nothing. I watched as the dragon emerged from the mountain that our ancestors buried it in and melted all that challenged it. I watched in horror. I warned them, I warned them all, and now our realm is all but lost.
The Lords and the Ladies of the realm dismissed me, and now they will burn in oblivion forever unless we succeed in one last desperate mission.
Even in the darkest of nights, light still prevails. I know the location, far to the north where the frozen mountains meet the Sea of Ice, of the site the religious have long argued that was the home for all life in the beginning; where the gods created us all. The canyon of the gods is where I now ride to. The journey will take me a month to complete No soul has ever returned from entering the canyon, and those that have observed it from afar say that it is filled with nightmarish monsters that stalk the grounds within. Our salvation, our future, lies in this canyon.
One week ago I sent the message out to those fated to help me on my journey. At first glance, they may appear to be every bit the danger that they are; with the threat of violence and possibility of death at the end of every argument that they start amongst themselves. Little does this group know that they and they alone are the key to victory over evil; I pray I can guide them to the light before they start killing each other.
If you do not get a second message from me in one weeks' time, we have failed. You know what you must do in that event."
~ Grand Wizard Mulad, date stamped 2 days after the failed battle
I was the one that noticed the signs that a war was coming. I felt the disturbance of demonic magic piercing into our realm a year ago, faint at first but to the trained mind all too clear. As the weeks progressed it soon grew in both power and scale. Then the villagers started to disappear into the night a few months after that. It was at this point I sent out my recon team, who within a week found a mass grave filled with hundreds of dead humans, all drained of their blood. I immediately sent out ravens to the Lords and the Ladies of the realm, advising them of what was to come.
I told them that the Dark Crusade was a distraction from the real threat; I pleaded with them to prepare their cities for the demons that were to come. I warned them of the age of darkness that was about to fall upon them. Two days ago, I watched as demonic beasts swept through the lines of soldiers, casting them aside as if they were nothing. I watched as the dragon emerged from the mountain that our ancestors buried it in and melted all that challenged it. I watched in horror. I warned them, I warned them all, and now our realm is all but lost.
The Lords and the Ladies of the realm dismissed me, and now they will burn in oblivion forever unless we succeed in one last desperate mission.
Even in the darkest of nights, light still prevails. I know the location, far to the north where the frozen mountains meet the Sea of Ice, of the site the religious have long argued that was the home for all life in the beginning; where the gods created us all. The canyon of the gods is where I now ride to. The journey will take me a month to complete No soul has ever returned from entering the canyon, and those that have observed it from afar say that it is filled with nightmarish monsters that stalk the grounds within. Our salvation, our future, lies in this canyon.
One week ago I sent the message out to those fated to help me on my journey. At first glance, they may appear to be every bit the danger that they are; with the threat of violence and possibility of death at the end of every argument that they start amongst themselves. Little does this group know that they and they alone are the key to victory over evil; I pray I can guide them to the light before they start killing each other.
If you do not get a second message from me in one weeks' time, we have failed. You know what you must do in that event."
~ Grand Wizard Mulad, date stamped 2 days after the failed battle
What are our example races?
These are just some generic races and some possible sub-races. You can have some creative freedom with this. Don't see a race/sub-race that fits you? Create one! Within reason of course
Firen
The most numerous of the humans, the Firen pride themselves on their ability to talk their way out of any conflict while being able to back up any words with action. They are different in most physical traits, yet they all are equal under their devotion to the God's as well as their King. Though they suffered many defeats during the battle the Firen people still can boast about having the largest army in all the land.
Glamhoth
The humans of the north are called Glamhoth, and they pride themselves on battle and raids. They are considered by outsiders to be a barbaric race of human; who are only found fighting, eating, drinking and making love to pass the time. The truth is much more complicated. They place little value on the life of an outsider, and their strict religious codes grant them the right to challenge those who believe in the new gods to a duel, with death a perfectly acceptable outcome. This is not to say that they are without kindness, compassion, and understanding. Among their kin, they are a friendly and generous race. With each sharing what they have to those in need, and each celebrating the life and death of their friends with drinks and boastful tales of their exploits in battle. Even though they view outsiders with a cautious, and often aggressive eye, they treat every last one of their kin with an air of respect and kindness. If one were to gain the trust of just one Glamhoth soldier, they too will often be allowed to share in this kinder side.
Lavas
The Lavas folk are the most prosperous of all the human races. They are the master shipbuilders, sailors and traders that claim home to most of the south coast, and many islands that dot the sea. Their ships are fast, and their soldiers well trained in the art of naval warfare. Money has corrupted many in this nation, with many thinking their lust for gold is worse than that of a Dwarven King; valuing coin and lavish parties to any other need. For with coin, they can buy food, and at these parties, they can gain favor, and with favor, they can advance in the rigid social system of the Lavas. They like to play the Grand Game, where people's life and fortune are put on the line in a test of wit and charisma. Grand Cleric Orion said it best when he said: “I'd rather deal with an angry Glamhoth warrior than a friendly Lavas noble, for at least the Glamhoth can be made to see reason!”
The most numerous of the humans, the Firen pride themselves on their ability to talk their way out of any conflict while being able to back up any words with action. They are different in most physical traits, yet they all are equal under their devotion to the God's as well as their King. Though they suffered many defeats during the battle the Firen people still can boast about having the largest army in all the land.
Glamhoth
The humans of the north are called Glamhoth, and they pride themselves on battle and raids. They are considered by outsiders to be a barbaric race of human; who are only found fighting, eating, drinking and making love to pass the time. The truth is much more complicated. They place little value on the life of an outsider, and their strict religious codes grant them the right to challenge those who believe in the new gods to a duel, with death a perfectly acceptable outcome. This is not to say that they are without kindness, compassion, and understanding. Among their kin, they are a friendly and generous race. With each sharing what they have to those in need, and each celebrating the life and death of their friends with drinks and boastful tales of their exploits in battle. Even though they view outsiders with a cautious, and often aggressive eye, they treat every last one of their kin with an air of respect and kindness. If one were to gain the trust of just one Glamhoth soldier, they too will often be allowed to share in this kinder side.
Lavas
The Lavas folk are the most prosperous of all the human races. They are the master shipbuilders, sailors and traders that claim home to most of the south coast, and many islands that dot the sea. Their ships are fast, and their soldiers well trained in the art of naval warfare. Money has corrupted many in this nation, with many thinking their lust for gold is worse than that of a Dwarven King; valuing coin and lavish parties to any other need. For with coin, they can buy food, and at these parties, they can gain favor, and with favor, they can advance in the rigid social system of the Lavas. They like to play the Grand Game, where people's life and fortune are put on the line in a test of wit and charisma. Grand Cleric Orion said it best when he said: “I'd rather deal with an angry Glamhoth warrior than a friendly Lavas noble, for at least the Glamhoth can be made to see reason!”
Lebethron
The Elves of the eastern woods are known as the Lebethron, a race of Elves who claim on the woods have stretched back for as long as recorded history has. Many times have both Humans and Dwarves attempted to lay claim to these woods, for the trees are strong and the land plentiful, but each and any time an army invaded they were driven back by a fury of arrows from the top of the trees, from their rear, and from every direction; or so the story goes. The Lebethron are a very long lived people, with most reaching around several hundred years old while some even reach a thousand years in age. As such, they are the considered to be the keepers of history, with their libraries long sought after by scholars from the human races.
Mûl
The Mûl are the Elves who either left their ancestral homeland or forced from it. They are forced into a world who's traditions and customs are very strange to these elves. Most Mûl becomes one of two things when they leave their homeland, a sellword where they fight for others or they’re captured and forced into servitude for many of the other races. They are more aggressive than their Lebethron brothers, but also more cunning. They are forced, often from an early age to steal and murder. They make perfect assassins and thieves thanks to their light feet and quick hands.
The half-elves often fall into this race.
Andrann
The Andrann Elves are of the forest and the fortress, Galadhon, to the far west and are some of the most powerful mages in all of the Dalan. The Lebethron Elves once held a great fear of magic and it's uses. Five hundred years ago a law was set up that banned the use of magic and imprisoned those who had the gift. It was only natural, that three hundred years ago, the Great migration occurred. Angry at being abused by their brothers, a large group of mages and their families revolted, breaking their fellow mages out of prison and fled west. It was here they rediscovered the abandoned stronghold of Galadhon and claimed it as their own. They rebuilt it, making the walls stronger with magic infused with each new stone. In the years since the humans from Lavas and Glamhoth have tried to reclaim this great fortress. Each attempt was turned back under a torrent of fire and ice, and with arrows that exploded on contact. Their foot soldiers boast light armor and weapons infused with magical properties.
The Elves of the eastern woods are known as the Lebethron, a race of Elves who claim on the woods have stretched back for as long as recorded history has. Many times have both Humans and Dwarves attempted to lay claim to these woods, for the trees are strong and the land plentiful, but each and any time an army invaded they were driven back by a fury of arrows from the top of the trees, from their rear, and from every direction; or so the story goes. The Lebethron are a very long lived people, with most reaching around several hundred years old while some even reach a thousand years in age. As such, they are the considered to be the keepers of history, with their libraries long sought after by scholars from the human races.
Mûl
The Mûl are the Elves who either left their ancestral homeland or forced from it. They are forced into a world who's traditions and customs are very strange to these elves. Most Mûl becomes one of two things when they leave their homeland, a sellword where they fight for others or they’re captured and forced into servitude for many of the other races. They are more aggressive than their Lebethron brothers, but also more cunning. They are forced, often from an early age to steal and murder. They make perfect assassins and thieves thanks to their light feet and quick hands.
The half-elves often fall into this race.
Andrann
The Andrann Elves are of the forest and the fortress, Galadhon, to the far west and are some of the most powerful mages in all of the Dalan. The Lebethron Elves once held a great fear of magic and it's uses. Five hundred years ago a law was set up that banned the use of magic and imprisoned those who had the gift. It was only natural, that three hundred years ago, the Great migration occurred. Angry at being abused by their brothers, a large group of mages and their families revolted, breaking their fellow mages out of prison and fled west. It was here they rediscovered the abandoned stronghold of Galadhon and claimed it as their own. They rebuilt it, making the walls stronger with magic infused with each new stone. In the years since the humans from Lavas and Glamhoth have tried to reclaim this great fortress. Each attempt was turned back under a torrent of fire and ice, and with arrows that exploded on contact. Their foot soldiers boast light armor and weapons infused with magical properties.
Dwarven races
Anfangrim
The Anfangrim are a rather large tribe of Dwarves who claim hold over the great Iron Bottom Mountains that bisect the land in two. They are a stout and proud people who value a good story almost as much as gold. They spent their days defending their gates against goblins and mining deep into the depths. of the land before retiring back, spending their nights drinking to tales of Dragon Slayers and hidden treasure. Their fortune is only surpassed by those of the Lavas people, and only because their ships carry the Anfangrim trade to other parts. They have a close relation to the Lavas, both understand the power of money. Yet both will often mock each other in public, as the Anfangrim people value combat while the Lavas loves the game.
Hadhodrim
The Hadhodrim are the Dwarves of the Northern range which covers much of the northern barrier of the land. They are not as wealthy as those of the Anfangrim, yet they are much better warriors and inventors. They pride themselves on their craftsmanship, with their swords and armor a sought after commodity. They also pride themselves on new and creative weapons, with rumors of a weapon that sparks fire and roars louder than a liion reaching the other races. They often fight the Glamhoth in the north over the limited resources, yet they keep a close relationship with those barbarians. Often times if a battle was to be fought, the two forces would gather together the night before, eat and drink until they could do so no more, and wish the other side luck in the fight the next morning. Indeed, the conflict has dropped significantly between these two races as they grow closer.
Surface Dwarves
Surface Dwarves are the Dwarves who have, for one reason or another, been forced out of the mountains. The other clans of Dwarves never accept an outsider, so often they are forced into many different criminal enterprises. The Vani is a prime example of a Dwarf combing their effective work structure to a gang, as the Vani have risen to be one of the most dangerous and profitable gangs in the land. While you will not exclusively find surface dwarves as gang members, with many excelling as sell words and bards, it is an accepted fact back in the mountains that most surface dwarves are not to be trusted.
Anfangrim
The Anfangrim are a rather large tribe of Dwarves who claim hold over the great Iron Bottom Mountains that bisect the land in two. They are a stout and proud people who value a good story almost as much as gold. They spent their days defending their gates against goblins and mining deep into the depths. of the land before retiring back, spending their nights drinking to tales of Dragon Slayers and hidden treasure. Their fortune is only surpassed by those of the Lavas people, and only because their ships carry the Anfangrim trade to other parts. They have a close relation to the Lavas, both understand the power of money. Yet both will often mock each other in public, as the Anfangrim people value combat while the Lavas loves the game.
Hadhodrim
The Hadhodrim are the Dwarves of the Northern range which covers much of the northern barrier of the land. They are not as wealthy as those of the Anfangrim, yet they are much better warriors and inventors. They pride themselves on their craftsmanship, with their swords and armor a sought after commodity. They also pride themselves on new and creative weapons, with rumors of a weapon that sparks fire and roars louder than a liion reaching the other races. They often fight the Glamhoth in the north over the limited resources, yet they keep a close relationship with those barbarians. Often times if a battle was to be fought, the two forces would gather together the night before, eat and drink until they could do so no more, and wish the other side luck in the fight the next morning. Indeed, the conflict has dropped significantly between these two races as they grow closer.
Surface Dwarves
Surface Dwarves are the Dwarves who have, for one reason or another, been forced out of the mountains. The other clans of Dwarves never accept an outsider, so often they are forced into many different criminal enterprises. The Vani is a prime example of a Dwarf combing their effective work structure to a gang, as the Vani have risen to be one of the most dangerous and profitable gangs in the land. While you will not exclusively find surface dwarves as gang members, with many excelling as sell words and bards, it is an accepted fact back in the mountains that most surface dwarves are not to be trusted.
What is our current mission?
Hello! This is an interest check for the RP As Darkness Fell, a high-casual but grounded attempt at a darker take on the fantasy side of writing. The gist of what has happened is that the Mad King has led a rebellion, one that has driven fear into the heart of hearty men, that has burned the countryside as a whole. The many races of our land banded together to beat the Mad King and came oh-so-close to victory, only to be dashed by the black magic and deceit of the Mad King. A dragon, long since labeled a myth, emerged from its eternal prison and utterly destroyed the army. Further nightmares emerged from the old battlefield, monsters with fangs and claws, that shred through battle lines like a knife through butter.
Our group is heading north, however. Legend speaks of a powerful staff, one used by one of the gods themselves, that has the power to end this threat once and for all. To get there we will need to track through monster infested fields, forests and more that will both test the strength of our characters and their will to save the world as a whole. Failure means the mortal realms gets captured, while success is not guaranteed even with the staff of the God. I do have three races pre-written, each with the sub-races that flesh them out, and ready to go and I am always open to new races.
There will be magic, but it will have resrictions. The goal of the RP is to be one that grows as we do, and expands both the scope and the story with it. If you have a weak magic user at the start that could change by the end!
Will you fight to save the mortal realm, or will you let it be consumed by the darkness?
Our group is heading north, however. Legend speaks of a powerful staff, one used by one of the gods themselves, that has the power to end this threat once and for all. To get there we will need to track through monster infested fields, forests and more that will both test the strength of our characters and their will to save the world as a whole. Failure means the mortal realms gets captured, while success is not guaranteed even with the staff of the God. I do have three races pre-written, each with the sub-races that flesh them out, and ready to go and I am always open to new races.
There will be magic, but it will have resrictions. The goal of the RP is to be one that grows as we do, and expands both the scope and the story with it. If you have a weak magic user at the start that could change by the end!
Will you fight to save the mortal realm, or will you let it be consumed by the darkness?
GM
Nariata The Silent
Member
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6 yrs ago
Here is a list of both the various enemies we will face, as well as some of the friendlier faces. As well, I will keep the "Things that changed the world" section as we progress. I still plan to add a lot more to this section in the coming days.
The cultist, in my experience, are very devoted to bringing the end of the world; for whatever reason that is. They number in the thousands, and are made up of mostly human mages; though there have been reports of dwarf and elven cultists walking amongst their brethren.
Coming in various sizes and from numerous different races, the cultist mages would be difficult to track down if not for their very ornate and decorated robes that cover them from head to toe. The main color of their robe is a solid black color with a gold trip around the neck, shoulders and across the waist area which, unsurprisingly, gives off a regal yet uncomfortable vibe to most who look upon them. Whilst they are not the most skilled in melee combat, they make up for it with a working understanding of magic and with sheer numbers.
Dressed in a similar setup as the mages, with an addition of a black cloak with golden hues around the edges, these summoners are dangerous foes. Cultist Summoners are able to turn a corpse into a mindless husk or summon a demonic entity through use of charms, amongst the various other tricks they are able to pull off. In addition to the summoner magic, most of these soldiers have a better understanding of elemental magic than their basic mage counterparts. These are very dangerous enemies who should be approached with caution.
Demonic beasts are creatures that appear in many different forms, but all share the same nightmare inducing look. From massive wolf like beasts with fur as dark as the nights sky to the smaller minotaur's, we have faced a number of different variants to know that it is not much alike amongst them, and how to kill them.
Standing at a height of six feet tall and with a girth of nearly five feet out, these hulking beasts take a tremendous amount of punishment to bring down while possessing supernatural speed. Thankfully, these beasts are extremely rare thus far, but the longer the breach remains the more I suspect will slip into the realm.
Half human, half oxen, these beasts were a common site a thousand years ago; though their reign of terror ended when the last Minotaur was slain. It seems the demonic forces have given them a new chance as they now pour through into our realm. As strong as five men, and with hide more durable than the strongest armor, these beasts take some skill to take down. Thankfully, magic is one weakness. Their time in the underworld has corrupted their appearance, losing their crimson red fur completely and stripping some flesh from their bodies.
The first monsters out of the breach, these towering humanoid creatures are the finest warriors the Realm of the Dead have to offer; and they've had all of eternity to hone their skills. Appearing as if a creature of pure elemental fire worse heavy, barbarian style armor, these creatures are a walking inferno encased in sturdy armor. Magic appeared ineffective at first, and all attempts at physical confrontations were met with a swift end to the soldier. Advise caution and avoid at all cost.
From the breach, these old bones came forth. Long since removed from even remembering what being alive felt like, these creatures move silently and ruthlessly across the battle field. They are slower, weaker and easily dispatched of than a living soldier, but the dead far outnumber the living.
The Mûl Enuri were a mercenary band of Mûl elves that initially helped the races of the world against The Mad King. They were the most ferocious of fighters utilizing their unique skills on the front lines or sabotaging the Mad King's efforts behind enemy lines, acting as assassins and counter-insurgents. Usually they consisted of a cell of five fighters: one mage, two archers, and three swords men. These cells were considered an entire force unto themselves due to how effective they were, and it was in large part, due to their efforts that The Mad King was pushed back to the mountain as the insurgents behind enemy lines were constantly sabotaging supply lines, assassinating key officers, intercepting messages, and so on.
However, when the dragon blew out of the mountain, the Mûl Enuri found themselves an opportunity for power and using ancient magic made a blood pact with the dragon and the Mad King both. This dark magic thus cursed the Mûl Enuri turning their skin oily black, their hair white, and they became the servants and guardians of the dragon. The curse also gave all the Mûl Enuri the ability to cast powerful dark and necromantic magic and enchanced their combat abilities by several fold.
Luckily for the races of the world, only a few cells of the Mûl Enuri surved the curse.
The Mûl Enuri are incredibly powerful foes, versed in dark magic, incredibly skilled in physical combat, and supremely fast. It is said the darkness in their souls are so potent that they are anathema to life, corrupting any and all purity around them; their aura of corruption potent enough to turn the soil they touch into blasted wastelands.
The Mages, along with being at the head of the Cultist Wizards, have within their arsenal incredibly powerful necromantic and dark magic, able to resurrect and assemble entire armies of the dead into their service and summon hordes of demons beyond the portal.
Then there are the Mûl Enuri warriors. Generals and Officers of the Mad King's armies, they carry swords of pure darkness within its own mist of corruption, when drawn transforms and changes the land around them into a horrific, grisly environment that resemble the demonic realm. They are arguably the finest warriors within the Mad King's armies and every foe they slay comes back instantaneously to fight against those they once called allies.
This is just a small group I have had time to record in my journal, when I know more I will send the information back.
~Mulad
Thanks in part to the pure riches at the disposal of the Lavas people, the average rank and file member of the Lavas army is better equipped and better trained than any other human army out there. Their armor has a silver color to it, with a blue hue strewn across the edges of the chest plate and with a vibrant sky blue cloak on the back. They are usually found with both a spear and a sword for offense, with a tall tower shield painted in the same sky-blue as their cloaks for defense. In the center of the shield, there is an engraving of a white ship, the symbol of the Lavas nation.
I have noticed that they tend to lack in morale compared to the Firen or the Glamhoth soldiers.
The Wall Crushers from Glamhoth have a reputation that proceeds them. These fearsome warriors are some of the most skilled and most savage of all the soldiers from the Glamhoth confederation. Each soldier is well armored and well equipped for their task of breaking shield walls, with some carrying heavy two handed axes that could split even the mighty tower shields of the Lavas people. Often times when wounded, these soldiers enter a trance-like state known to the outside world as the "Blood lust". While in this state, their tolerance for pain is increased while the speed at which they move and their overall reflexes are improved as a whole.
I have personably seen this bloodlust in the early parts of the battle. It is as advertised.
The most feared and well-trained unit at the disposal of any human nation are the Firen Shock Soldiers. At a young age, recruiters often scour the countryside for poor families who are ill-prepared to take care of their young children. These recruiters often give the parents a small lump sum of money in exchange for the kid, and then take the children to the mountaintop city of Kiasa. Kisa is a famous city in and outside the Firen realm, as the warriors produced from there are the things of legend. In battle, these soldiers are as fast and agile as an elven soldier while being as ruthless and ferocious as a Glamhoth wall breaker. They are also the best-equipped soldiers in the Firen arsenal, with must being issued a long spear and a Xiphos, with some carrying javelins as well. Their armor is a light weight, but sturdy design with chainmail underneath a simple steel cuirasses.
The training, however, has been known to claim the life of over three-quarters of all who have started and as such the ranks of the Firen Shock, Soldiers is limited. Make no mistake, however, as the mere sight of a small squad of these soldiers is enough to cause most general to surrender on the spot.
The average rank and file soldier of the Firen people. Boasting decent quality in all aspects of a soldier, this army is well equipped to handle most situations with some degree of efficiency.
Boasting both effective and stylish armor, the Leberthron Foot soldiers are a fierce some force that many hope to never face is combat. Owing to their hundreds of years worth of training, a Lebethron is the master of the battlefield. Their biggest weakness is their lack of numbers, though that has not stopped them from defeating armies ten times their size.
A group of Mûl decided to band together over a hundred years ago formed the now infamous mercenary company. As skilled in combat as most Lebethorn Foot Soldiers but twice as vicious, the Mûl Sword company is an effective fighting force in any war. Their major weakness, like most elves, is their lack of numbers with only four hundred soldiers under their employment. Though through clever tactics, and a bit of savagery, the Mûl are not ones to be messed with.
Andrann Mages are as effective in combat as in other purposes, such as adding magical effects to weapons and armor. The vast majority of the Andrann population is magic capable so the Andrann Mages act as their foot soldiers. Trained heavily in both melee combat and magic, these soldiers fight with a unique fighting style all their own.
Combining magic with arrowheads are some of the few things these archers are capable of. The effects of which are not to be laughed at. From consuming whole squads in a firestorm to freezing sections of an area, making those encased in ice susceptible to blunt attacks and hard to walk on as a whole. A full volley from there archers is enough to turn the tide in any battle, but it appears as the special metal used in making their arrow heads is hard enough to find.
The Dragon Slayers are only dragon killing machines in name only, but they are still some of the most well trained and battle hardened soldiers in the realm. Constant warfare waged over their treasure filled depths with the Goblins and their kind have led to these soldiers boasting excellent reflexes, anticipation, and a killer instinct for when to strike.
The Bone Crushers is a company of dwarves who mine the depts of the Hadhodrim mineral de
Events that changed the world.
In this section I will be putting events, both current as we write and historical as per our Character Sheets. The more things we accomplish, the longer this list grows!
Notable enemies: Cultists
The cultist, in my experience, are very devoted to bringing the end of the world; for whatever reason that is. They number in the thousands, and are made up of mostly human mages; though there have been reports of dwarf and elven cultists walking amongst their brethren.
Cultist mages:
Coming in various sizes and from numerous different races, the cultist mages would be difficult to track down if not for their very ornate and decorated robes that cover them from head to toe. The main color of their robe is a solid black color with a gold trip around the neck, shoulders and across the waist area which, unsurprisingly, gives off a regal yet uncomfortable vibe to most who look upon them. Whilst they are not the most skilled in melee combat, they make up for it with a working understanding of magic and with sheer numbers.
Cultist Summoner:
Dressed in a similar setup as the mages, with an addition of a black cloak with golden hues around the edges, these summoners are dangerous foes. Cultist Summoners are able to turn a corpse into a mindless husk or summon a demonic entity through use of charms, amongst the various other tricks they are able to pull off. In addition to the summoner magic, most of these soldiers have a better understanding of elemental magic than their basic mage counterparts. These are very dangerous enemies who should be approached with caution.
Notable enemies: Demonic creatures
Demonic beasts are creatures that appear in many different forms, but all share the same nightmare inducing look. From massive wolf like beasts with fur as dark as the nights sky to the smaller minotaur's, we have faced a number of different variants to know that it is not much alike amongst them, and how to kill them.
Demonic Hound:
Standing at a height of six feet tall and with a girth of nearly five feet out, these hulking beasts take a tremendous amount of punishment to bring down while possessing supernatural speed. Thankfully, these beasts are extremely rare thus far, but the longer the breach remains the more I suspect will slip into the realm.
Minotaur:
Half human, half oxen, these beasts were a common site a thousand years ago; though their reign of terror ended when the last Minotaur was slain. It seems the demonic forces have given them a new chance as they now pour through into our realm. As strong as five men, and with hide more durable than the strongest armor, these beasts take some skill to take down. Thankfully, magic is one weakness. Their time in the underworld has corrupted their appearance, losing their crimson red fur completely and stripping some flesh from their bodies.
Knights of the Underworld –
The first monsters out of the breach, these towering humanoid creatures are the finest warriors the Realm of the Dead have to offer; and they've had all of eternity to hone their skills. Appearing as if a creature of pure elemental fire worse heavy, barbarian style armor, these creatures are a walking inferno encased in sturdy armor. Magic appeared ineffective at first, and all attempts at physical confrontations were met with a swift end to the soldier. Advise caution and avoid at all cost.
Skeleton army
– From the breach, these old bones came forth. Long since removed from even remembering what being alive felt like, these creatures move silently and ruthlessly across the battle field. They are slower, weaker and easily dispatched of than a living soldier, but the dead far outnumber the living.
The Mûl Enuri
Appearance & Background
The Mûl Enuri were a mercenary band of Mûl elves that initially helped the races of the world against The Mad King. They were the most ferocious of fighters utilizing their unique skills on the front lines or sabotaging the Mad King's efforts behind enemy lines, acting as assassins and counter-insurgents. Usually they consisted of a cell of five fighters: one mage, two archers, and three swords men. These cells were considered an entire force unto themselves due to how effective they were, and it was in large part, due to their efforts that The Mad King was pushed back to the mountain as the insurgents behind enemy lines were constantly sabotaging supply lines, assassinating key officers, intercepting messages, and so on.
However, when the dragon blew out of the mountain, the Mûl Enuri found themselves an opportunity for power and using ancient magic made a blood pact with the dragon and the Mad King both. This dark magic thus cursed the Mûl Enuri turning their skin oily black, their hair white, and they became the servants and guardians of the dragon. The curse also gave all the Mûl Enuri the ability to cast powerful dark and necromantic magic and enchanced their combat abilities by several fold.
Luckily for the races of the world, only a few cells of the Mûl Enuri surved the curse.
Powers and Abilities
The Mûl Enuri are incredibly powerful foes, versed in dark magic, incredibly skilled in physical combat, and supremely fast. It is said the darkness in their souls are so potent that they are anathema to life, corrupting any and all purity around them; their aura of corruption potent enough to turn the soil they touch into blasted wastelands.
The Mages, along with being at the head of the Cultist Wizards, have within their arsenal incredibly powerful necromantic and dark magic, able to resurrect and assemble entire armies of the dead into their service and summon hordes of demons beyond the portal.
Then there are the Mûl Enuri warriors. Generals and Officers of the Mad King's armies, they carry swords of pure darkness within its own mist of corruption, when drawn transforms and changes the land around them into a horrific, grisly environment that resemble the demonic realm. They are arguably the finest warriors within the Mad King's armies and every foe they slay comes back instantaneously to fight against those they once called allies.
This is just a small group I have had time to record in my journal, when I know more I will send the information back.
~Mulad
Notable friends
Lavas Soldiers:
Thanks in part to the pure riches at the disposal of the Lavas people, the average rank and file member of the Lavas army is better equipped and better trained than any other human army out there. Their armor has a silver color to it, with a blue hue strewn across the edges of the chest plate and with a vibrant sky blue cloak on the back. They are usually found with both a spear and a sword for offense, with a tall tower shield painted in the same sky-blue as their cloaks for defense. In the center of the shield, there is an engraving of a white ship, the symbol of the Lavas nation.
I have noticed that they tend to lack in morale compared to the Firen or the Glamhoth soldiers.
Glamhoth Wall Crushers:
The Wall Crushers from Glamhoth have a reputation that proceeds them. These fearsome warriors are some of the most skilled and most savage of all the soldiers from the Glamhoth confederation. Each soldier is well armored and well equipped for their task of breaking shield walls, with some carrying heavy two handed axes that could split even the mighty tower shields of the Lavas people. Often times when wounded, these soldiers enter a trance-like state known to the outside world as the "Blood lust". While in this state, their tolerance for pain is increased while the speed at which they move and their overall reflexes are improved as a whole.
I have personably seen this bloodlust in the early parts of the battle. It is as advertised.
Firen Shock Soldiers:
The most feared and well-trained unit at the disposal of any human nation are the Firen Shock Soldiers. At a young age, recruiters often scour the countryside for poor families who are ill-prepared to take care of their young children. These recruiters often give the parents a small lump sum of money in exchange for the kid, and then take the children to the mountaintop city of Kiasa. Kisa is a famous city in and outside the Firen realm, as the warriors produced from there are the things of legend. In battle, these soldiers are as fast and agile as an elven soldier while being as ruthless and ferocious as a Glamhoth wall breaker. They are also the best-equipped soldiers in the Firen arsenal, with must being issued a long spear and a Xiphos, with some carrying javelins as well. Their armor is a light weight, but sturdy design with chainmail underneath a simple steel cuirasses.
The training, however, has been known to claim the life of over three-quarters of all who have started and as such the ranks of the Firen Shock, Soldiers is limited. Make no mistake, however, as the mere sight of a small squad of these soldiers is enough to cause most general to surrender on the spot.
Firen Man at arms:
The average rank and file soldier of the Firen people. Boasting decent quality in all aspects of a soldier, this army is well equipped to handle most situations with some degree of efficiency.
Notable Elves and their armies:
Lebethron Foot soldiers:
Boasting both effective and stylish armor, the Leberthron Foot soldiers are a fierce some force that many hope to never face is combat. Owing to their hundreds of years worth of training, a Lebethron is the master of the battlefield. Their biggest weakness is their lack of numbers, though that has not stopped them from defeating armies ten times their size.
Mûl Sword company:
A group of Mûl decided to band together over a hundred years ago formed the now infamous mercenary company. As skilled in combat as most Lebethorn Foot Soldiers but twice as vicious, the Mûl Sword company is an effective fighting force in any war. Their major weakness, like most elves, is their lack of numbers with only four hundred soldiers under their employment. Though through clever tactics, and a bit of savagery, the Mûl are not ones to be messed with.
Andrann Mages:
Andrann Mages are as effective in combat as in other purposes, such as adding magical effects to weapons and armor. The vast majority of the Andrann population is magic capable so the Andrann Mages act as their foot soldiers. Trained heavily in both melee combat and magic, these soldiers fight with a unique fighting style all their own.
Andrann Elemental Archers:
Combining magic with arrowheads are some of the few things these archers are capable of. The effects of which are not to be laughed at. From consuming whole squads in a firestorm to freezing sections of an area, making those encased in ice susceptible to blunt attacks and hard to walk on as a whole. A full volley from there archers is enough to turn the tide in any battle, but it appears as the special metal used in making their arrow heads is hard enough to find.
Notable Dwarves and their armies.
Anfangrim Dragon Slayers:
The Dragon Slayers are only dragon killing machines in name only, but they are still some of the most well trained and battle hardened soldiers in the realm. Constant warfare waged over their treasure filled depths with the Goblins and their kind have led to these soldiers boasting excellent reflexes, anticipation, and a killer instinct for when to strike.
Hadhodrim Bone Crushers:
The Bone Crushers is a company of dwarves who mine the depts of the Hadhodrim mineral de
Surface Dwarves Forsaken:
Events that changed the world.
In this section I will be putting events, both current as we write and historical as per our Character Sheets. The more things we accomplish, the longer this list grows!
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Welcome!
Magic always has a cost, first and foremost. The more magic weaker you use, the more it will strain your body. Similarly, the more complicated the spell the harder it taxes your body. Like a warrior can train his stamina, a mage can train to increase his "mana" so to speak
Welcome!
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Gender:
Age:
Race: (I will allow custom races, but I need a thing or two from you. First, you'll need the culture and religion of the race, provided with a location of where they call home. Next, I need a basic history of your race, what wars they fought etc. On my go, this will become an official race that others can join if they see fit.)
Appearance: (Descriptions are preferred, but if you find a picture I'll take it. Just no anime pictures.)
Personality: (Who is your character? What do they fight for? Don't make this part bland or cliche, but not overly long either. Enough detail for us to know your character but leave enough for us to uncover in the story.)
History: (Give us the basics, a paragraph or two will be sufficient.)
Equipment: (Anything that you carry. No detail is needed unless it warrants it. Sword, shield, and backpack with supplies? Have them in a simple, bullet point list. A family sword with a special and beautiful design? Best explain how it looks ;) )
Example post (Optional): (I ask that you write an example post, no longer than two solid paragraphs but at least a few sentences in length that involves your character. This section is optional but I do like to get to know you and your writing styles.)
Other: (Anything else we might need to know. Be it special skills, such as your character being able to play a musical instrument, random bits of information too small to include elsewhere, what have you.)
Gender:
Age:
Race: (I will allow custom races, but I need a thing or two from you. First, you'll need the culture and religion of the race, provided with a location of where they call home. Next, I need a basic history of your race, what wars they fought etc. On my go, this will become an official race that others can join if they see fit.)
Appearance: (Descriptions are preferred, but if you find a picture I'll take it. Just no anime pictures.)
Personality: (Who is your character? What do they fight for? Don't make this part bland or cliche, but not overly long either. Enough detail for us to know your character but leave enough for us to uncover in the story.)
History: (Give us the basics, a paragraph or two will be sufficient.)
Equipment: (Anything that you carry. No detail is needed unless it warrants it. Sword, shield, and backpack with supplies? Have them in a simple, bullet point list. A family sword with a special and beautiful design? Best explain how it looks ;) )
Example post (Optional): (I ask that you write an example post, no longer than two solid paragraphs but at least a few sentences in length that involves your character. This section is optional but I do like to get to know you and your writing styles.)
Other: (Anything else we might need to know. Be it special skills, such as your character being able to play a musical instrument, random bits of information too small to include elsewhere, what have you.)
Rules for magic:
Magic always has a cost, first and foremost. The more magic weaker you use, the more it will strain your body. Similarly, the more complicated the spell the harder it taxes your body. Like a warrior can train his stamina, a mage can train to increase his "mana" so to speak
Life in Stasis pretentious jerk
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Dude! Awesome. I'll write a character after I'm off work in several hours. These races are great, multiple human sorts even. I live original takes on classic, familiar elements.
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HeySeuss DJ Hot Carl
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Per our discussion I'll be working on that character. I do want to delve into lineage more and history, but I will come up with a proposal and submit so you can tell me what does and doesn't work in this scenario. After today, I should be a lot more able to focus creatively so I'll be jumping on it.
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I like that approach; gives me a lot more details to nitpick and look through :) I can not wait to see it.
I like that approach; gives me a lot more details to nitpick and look through :) I can not wait to see it.
Life in Stasis pretentious jerk
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@Nariata Can I suggest a race (in PMs) even if I don't plan to play it?
Also I'm curious about the concept of this "demon magic" the Grand Wizard mentioned. Is it actually demonic?
Also I'm curious about the concept of this "demon magic" the Grand Wizard mentioned. Is it actually demonic?
The Angry Goat (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
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I really like the effort put into this, some sorta old, grumpy druidish half-elf incoming
Life in Stasis pretentious jerk
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Concept so far. Differenter formatting and writing sample to come, just want to get this out there to help generate creative momentum.
Name:
Rothelion
Gender:
Male
Age:
423
Race:
Mûl elf
Appearance:
Roth is an elf of eclectic tastes. Long has he abandoned the elegance and refinement his kind are typically known for. These days he favors an impact of presence. When donned in full travel attire, few would immediately identify Roth to be an elf at all, mostly due to the terrifying horned skull mask obscuring his elven visage. The horns curve around his pointed ears, diminishing their prominence.
To balance macabre with prestige, Roth also typically wears a mantle of thick wolf’s fur, silken and black, which gives the illusion of broadening his narrow elven shoulders. Trailing from the mantle is a simple, rust-colored halfcape, woven from lightweight linen. The rest of him is rather drab, composed of a mix of patchwork leather armor and glimpses of chainmail.
A true elf remains concealed beneath the attire, looking roughly thirty in human years, with tawny skin and a light frame. His long, auburn hair is shaved to the scalp on one side of his head and fettered with the occasional small braid.
Personality:
Four centuries have worn Roth down to a nub, even shortening his name to a single syllable from its once lengthy (and barely pronounceable) glory. Gone are the days that Rothelion would look down his nose at humans and their burly dwarven counterparts. Hell, it has to have been decades since he even killed one in defense of the eastern wood. Now he lives, eats, and travels among the common races, with only a soured, vestigial regard for his own former kindred.
The are some parts of him that of course remain unmistakably elven. Though Roth gets as drunk and violent as any human (with stunning regularity!), he still cuts a pristine image rather than grunting and farting with the rest of the tavern crowd. His speech is clean and refined, and in combat, his movements are fluid and almost dancelike.
He’s personable to some, and intolerable to others. Maintaining a personal sense of honor and dignity, he makes friends quickly only if they’re amenable to his terms: either be respectable, or be interesting.
History:
Formerly Lebethron, Rothelion has not been back to his ancient home since he turned his back on his people’s ways, even divorcing himself from his family name, Tristuval. As far as most can tell, he’s been making his own way as a sellsword and traveling to wherever the money is. He’ll take nearly any job, so long as it isn’t despicable, either working in a group or working alone. His travels have taken him to disparate ends of the world, high and low, mundane and depraved.
Rothelion seldom brags about his experiences, but will speak of them as matter of fact when on the topic. One thing he does bring up more often than most are his dealings with cultists. Indeed his work history shows a strong preference for any job concerning rooting out, killing, and interrogating cultists. His hatred for them is remarkable.
His history before joining the ranks of the Mûl is reluctant to be made known, yet encompassing full centuries of his long life, it inescapably exists. Roth speaks little of it, but at his most drunken he will confess that in another age, he did have a wife, children, grandchildren, and so on. And despite all of his anger and self destruction suggesting that he like so many others has lost his family to some unspeakable tragedy, he’ll mention, with a shrug, that they do still live. Safe within the borders of their own insular society.
They’re better off without him.
Equipment:
Example post (Optional):
I will totally write this at some point.
Other: I may think of something to add here.
Rothelion
Gender:
Male
Age:
423
Race:
Mûl elf
Appearance:
Roth is an elf of eclectic tastes. Long has he abandoned the elegance and refinement his kind are typically known for. These days he favors an impact of presence. When donned in full travel attire, few would immediately identify Roth to be an elf at all, mostly due to the terrifying horned skull mask obscuring his elven visage. The horns curve around his pointed ears, diminishing their prominence.
To balance macabre with prestige, Roth also typically wears a mantle of thick wolf’s fur, silken and black, which gives the illusion of broadening his narrow elven shoulders. Trailing from the mantle is a simple, rust-colored halfcape, woven from lightweight linen. The rest of him is rather drab, composed of a mix of patchwork leather armor and glimpses of chainmail.
A true elf remains concealed beneath the attire, looking roughly thirty in human years, with tawny skin and a light frame. His long, auburn hair is shaved to the scalp on one side of his head and fettered with the occasional small braid.
Personality:
Four centuries have worn Roth down to a nub, even shortening his name to a single syllable from its once lengthy (and barely pronounceable) glory. Gone are the days that Rothelion would look down his nose at humans and their burly dwarven counterparts. Hell, it has to have been decades since he even killed one in defense of the eastern wood. Now he lives, eats, and travels among the common races, with only a soured, vestigial regard for his own former kindred.
The are some parts of him that of course remain unmistakably elven. Though Roth gets as drunk and violent as any human (with stunning regularity!), he still cuts a pristine image rather than grunting and farting with the rest of the tavern crowd. His speech is clean and refined, and in combat, his movements are fluid and almost dancelike.
He’s personable to some, and intolerable to others. Maintaining a personal sense of honor and dignity, he makes friends quickly only if they’re amenable to his terms: either be respectable, or be interesting.
History:
Formerly Lebethron, Rothelion has not been back to his ancient home since he turned his back on his people’s ways, even divorcing himself from his family name, Tristuval. As far as most can tell, he’s been making his own way as a sellsword and traveling to wherever the money is. He’ll take nearly any job, so long as it isn’t despicable, either working in a group or working alone. His travels have taken him to disparate ends of the world, high and low, mundane and depraved.
Rothelion seldom brags about his experiences, but will speak of them as matter of fact when on the topic. One thing he does bring up more often than most are his dealings with cultists. Indeed his work history shows a strong preference for any job concerning rooting out, killing, and interrogating cultists. His hatred for them is remarkable.
His history before joining the ranks of the Mûl is reluctant to be made known, yet encompassing full centuries of his long life, it inescapably exists. Roth speaks little of it, but at his most drunken he will confess that in another age, he did have a wife, children, grandchildren, and so on. And despite all of his anger and self destruction suggesting that he like so many others has lost his family to some unspeakable tragedy, he’ll mention, with a shrug, that they do still live. Safe within the borders of their own insular society.
They’re better off without him.
Equipment:
♠ Long knife
♠ Rucksack containing rations, coin, what-have-you
♠ A golden ear cuff, a token of matrimony
♠ Several colored quartz stones in filigrees attached to a keyring, the different colors signifying each of his three children.
♠ Most notably, his bladed staff, carried on his back.
♠ Rucksack containing rations, coin, what-have-you
♠ A golden ear cuff, a token of matrimony
♠ Several colored quartz stones in filigrees attached to a keyring, the different colors signifying each of his three children.
♠ Most notably, his bladed staff, carried on his back.
Example post (Optional):
I will totally write this at some point.
Other: I may think of something to add here.
Torack The Golden Apple
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Name:
Eovaine
Gender:
Male
Age:
135
Race:
Mûl Elf
Appearance:
Eovaine is average height for a Mûl elf with dark blond hair that falls to his waist. His face is angular with a pointed chin, high cheekbones, and somewhat hollowed cheeks. Golden eyes peer out from underneath thick eyebrows that seem to always be turned down in a perpetual frown, and his ears are overly long, fanning out on either side of his head.
Personality:
One would assume upon seeing Eovaine that he is a rigid individual with an incredible amount of self discipline. However, that isn't really the case with this particular elf. Despite his stoic face, Eovaine is a humorous individual with a very laid-back attitude and the only sort of self discipline he shows is keeping himself from getting too many women in his bed (human females have a strange attraction to foreigners and he uses that to his advantage). He has a strong personality, often wanting to be the center of attention and loves when all eyes are on him. Being a hero thus works wonderfully in his favour.
History:
Eovaine was born into a family of mercenaries. Although he never quite picked up the mercenary lifestyle, he enjoyed it nonetheless. His childhood was often filled with uncles and aunts that had extremely colourful personalities and would often steal him away on adventures when his parents weren't looking. As Eovaine grew, he learned at a youthful age the harshness of the world while on an expedition with a small team they were all, save for Eovaine, killed in a freak accident. Strong, hardened elves and men gone in an instant before they could react.
This struck Eovaine and he sought to change whatever of the world he could in anyway he was able to. Often he would go into small towns and hamlets where the folk would tell him of some official, or some stuck up small noble who would take more from the people than they had, or had in some way abused them. He would then take it upon himself to threaten the official or nobleman to fix their ways or he'd return; for the especially nasty he would make disappear and make the people elect a new official.
Equipment:
- Steel hauberk over a hardened leather vest
- Ancestral cloak
An heirloom from his father, this beige cloak looks as though it were made from thousands of autumn leaves that appear to fly off every time a gust passes through it; one would think the cloak is flimsy and brittle, but some sort of ancient magic makes it sturdier and warmer than it should be. - Twin steel scimitars
- Sword belt
- Studded leather knee-high boots and leather gloves
With the last customer finally out of the bakery, the woman walked around her counter and into the back room where she snuffed out the stone-oven fire and put every utensil in its place. Some minutes later she walked back to the front and turned off the lantern lights before heading out and locking up. She stood there for a moment, the key still in its hole and her head on the wooden door. This place would have to close down soon, she knew, and it hurt her that she couldn't afford to keep this place open any longer. For generations this place would make the best pie, and now, because of her failed business plan, her family legacy would no longer exist.
"Hey!"
The woman looked up sharply and squealed as she tried to stifle a shrill scream. She took a moment to catch her breath and looked back up. "Eovaine, you bastard! What are you doing up there?"
"I came for some pie."
She stared at him. "I'm closed."
"Open up, then. I want pie."
"Get it from somewhere else, there are countless other bakeries open this late."
"Yes, well. They don't make pie like you do, and I need my fix."
"You need your fix," she muttered shaking her head as she took out the key and walked away. "I'm closed. And I doubt I'll be open much longer."
"You don't have to worry about that," he said following her from the rooftops. "Not anymore at least."
She stopped and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
"I took care of it."
"You took care of it?"
"I took care of it," he nodded.
She looked at him open mouthed. "What? How?"
He shrugged. "I know people. And I didn't want my favourite pie place to shut down... so."
"How'd you even know?"
He smiled then jumped down from the rooftops, landing silently and walked up to her. A sudden dangerous aura emanating from him. "I don't let stuck up bankers decide when it's time to shut down my favourite pie-place." Then he backed up and walked towards the bakery. "So, as a reward, bake me some pie."
She rolled her eyes and walked back, smiling despite herself. "Fuck you, Eovaine."
He grinned. The bastard.
"Hey!"
The woman looked up sharply and squealed as she tried to stifle a shrill scream. She took a moment to catch her breath and looked back up. "Eovaine, you bastard! What are you doing up there?"
"I came for some pie."
She stared at him. "I'm closed."
"Open up, then. I want pie."
"Get it from somewhere else, there are countless other bakeries open this late."
"Yes, well. They don't make pie like you do, and I need my fix."
"You need your fix," she muttered shaking her head as she took out the key and walked away. "I'm closed. And I doubt I'll be open much longer."
"You don't have to worry about that," he said following her from the rooftops. "Not anymore at least."
She stopped and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
"I took care of it."
"You took care of it?"
"I took care of it," he nodded.
She looked at him open mouthed. "What? How?"
He shrugged. "I know people. And I didn't want my favourite pie place to shut down... so."
"How'd you even know?"
He smiled then jumped down from the rooftops, landing silently and walked up to her. A sudden dangerous aura emanating from him. "I don't let stuck up bankers decide when it's time to shut down my favourite pie-place." Then he backed up and walked towards the bakery. "So, as a reward, bake me some pie."
She rolled her eyes and walked back, smiling despite herself. "Fuck you, Eovaine."
He grinned. The bastard.
Other: Eovaine has an unhealthy obsession with pie.
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Nariata The Silent
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@Torack@Life in Stasis
I like them. ACCEPTED, move them over to the CS tab when ready. Both sound like unique characters who will make a fine addition to the party!
Demonic magic is something different and very unknown to most. Demonic magic as a whole is similar to the magic we know, but on a whole other power scale; and with a dark energy that Grand Wizards can feel. When IC, ask Mulad about it ;)
I have four hours where I can work on my CS, so hopefully, I can get that finished so I can devote tomorrow to my IC post.
I like them. ACCEPTED, move them over to the CS tab when ready. Both sound like unique characters who will make a fine addition to the party!
Demonic magic is something different and very unknown to most. Demonic magic as a whole is similar to the magic we know, but on a whole other power scale; and with a dark energy that Grand Wizards can feel. When IC, ask Mulad about it ;)
I have four hours where I can work on my CS, so hopefully, I can get that finished so I can devote tomorrow to my IC post.
@Nariata I swear to God the story was about 2 kingdoms fighting or something along those lines and just when they were about to kill the dark wizard he summoned a dragon...
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@Bishop
It still is, but the story itself more or less revolves around the Kingdom of the mortal races versus the kingdom of the damned if you will. The Mad King did not summon the dragon per say, rather he freed him from his eternal prison by breaking the seal that had him sealed away; perhaps, as a result, the seal also broke open a gate to the Demonic realm. Monsters are real in this RP and we will encounter them. :)
It still is, but the story itself more or less revolves around the Kingdom of the mortal races versus the kingdom of the damned if you will. The Mad King did not summon the dragon per say, rather he freed him from his eternal prison by breaking the seal that had him sealed away; perhaps, as a result, the seal also broke open a gate to the Demonic realm. Monsters are real in this RP and we will encounter them. :)
dreamingflowers
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This seems so familiar for some reason. I might have been part of this before, if it had a previous run?
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Nariata The Silent
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@dreamingflowers
This is similar to a few other RP's I attempted over the past few years. Until Dawn was the normal name for the RP, with names like "as the last light went out" and "in an age of darkness" being the other two. I do remember your name for some reason so it is quite possible :)
This is similar to a few other RP's I attempted over the past few years. Until Dawn was the normal name for the RP, with names like "as the last light went out" and "in an age of darkness" being the other two. I do remember your name for some reason so it is quite possible :)
dreamingflowers
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@Nariata
I actually found the old thread. I can't believe it's almost three years ago!
Reading it all back it doesn't like feel that at all. Wow.....I remember the first few scenes, it was so action packed, right from the get go.
It was called When the Walls beckon. I'm not sure if I can come up with a good character, and if you even want me here XD
I mean the story didn't get very far that time.
I actually found the old thread. I can't believe it's almost three years ago!
Reading it all back it doesn't like feel that at all. Wow.....I remember the first few scenes, it was so action packed, right from the get go.
It was called When the Walls beckon. I'm not sure if I can come up with a good character, and if you even want me here XD
I mean the story didn't get very far that time.
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Nariata The Silent
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@dreamingflowers
OMG yes! I remember that RP! That was the first iteration of this story, I had completely forgotten about it! If I remember right, I had another long IC post ready and forgot to save and nothing Auto saved:(. Oh man, I am pulling up that RP for a trip down memory lane:)
If you want to join, you're more than welcome to. I promise this is going to be fun.
OMG yes! I remember that RP! That was the first iteration of this story, I had completely forgotten about it! If I remember right, I had another long IC post ready and forgot to save and nothing Auto saved:(. Oh man, I am pulling up that RP for a trip down memory lane:)
If you want to join, you're more than welcome to. I promise this is going to be fun.
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@dreamingflowers If I also remember correctly, I did not plan out the future of that RP in advance. I have three unique acts planned for this one!
dreamingflowers
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Oh gosh then I definately have to join. I mean I was part of the original cast, sort to speak hahahaha.
Yeah we definately ran into some issues along the way. I remember sticking with it to the near end, but I lost interest and that just completely sucked. It was really fun to read it all back though, if a bit cringe worthy to read my own writing again. Not all of the things I wrote hold up over time it seems lol.
I would love to join. Just need to think of a character I would like to play and which compliments the ones we already have. It was fun the first time too, just saying ^.^
Oh gosh then I definately have to join. I mean I was part of the original cast, sort to speak hahahaha.
Yeah we definately ran into some issues along the way. I remember sticking with it to the near end, but I lost interest and that just completely sucked. It was really fun to read it all back though, if a bit cringe worthy to read my own writing again. Not all of the things I wrote hold up over time it seems lol.
I would love to join. Just need to think of a character I would like to play and which compliments the ones we already have. It was fun the first time too, just saying ^.^
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