[OOC] The Tyrant (Fantasy Adventure RP)

[AdamantiumWolf]

In the land Cinralla where huge mountians called the Spine laced across the coast line to the West dividing the ocean from the land, to the North was a frozen wasteland of Ice and snow called the Frostline, to the East were the plains of Rudibar known for its small hills and the capital of the land Cinrallia, to the far East was the thick never ending forest of Gwendale and to the South was the vast black desert of Lyra with its sharp jagged rocks of obsidion and harsh winds.
Cinrallia was ruled by the son of the great king Liam the fifth, unfortunately when the great king fell ill with huge blackened spots that littered his body and a far away look that left him in a coma like state he was no longer fit to rule the throne, his young and rash son Jessia took up the crown, immediately becoming what the people feared, he wanted all races other than Human to leave the capital and move to the far lands, he set up a guard at every crossraod to demand payment and taxed every farmer and shop owner for three fourths of what they made.
When the great king Liam rose from his coma still littered with black specks and the far off look, he took to biting off the nurses ear that was tending to him and was swiftly killed when he tried to strangle the new king. With the country in shock Jessia pressed the ban of all other races from Cinrallia further by stating that "Anyone of Elven, Dwarven, Draconian, Giant, Ent, Hobbit and Orc Race were to come within sight of the great city Cinrallia they'd be shot down upon identification." Though anyone staying within the walls would be taxed to death. More black spots popped up here and there across the country with the same effects as the now dead great king, people were calling it a plague, the Liam Plague.

So character options:
Barbarian (human)
Elf (Wood, Dark)
Orc
Dwarf
Hobbit
Halfling
Draconian
Demon (a person with demonic wings/horns, no demon powers unless you put then under the powers section and they get confirmed by me)
Angel (a person with angelic wings, no angelic powers unlrss they're put under the powers section and confirmed by me)
Giant
Ent
Gobblin
Nymph
Satyr
Fairie
Merfolk
Centaur
Minotaur
Werewolf (though I'm only allowing the two legged half man half wolf kind, sorry)
(If you had something else in mind just ask and I'll let you know if it fits) I've given a lot of powerful character options, please keep them in check, I cannot stress this enough. it wouldn't be fair for a Demon to go against Human so please keep your strength/power/skill and everything else in check. NOTHING OP.

You can be either inside the gates of Cinrallia though you'd wish you were a Human, or in any other part of the land, make up your own villiage or city, it doesn't really matter. If you give your character a power please make sure it's not to over powered.

CS
Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:
Weapons/Powers
Pets/Companions/Mates
Cinralla Location:
Personality:
Bio:

My CS

Name: Rivrin Redhawk
Age: 21
Race: Woof Elf
Appearance:
Weapons/Powers: Bow and twin daggers.
Pets/Companions/Mates: Lakan the Red Tailed Hawk and Gwenhuvar the red stag.
Cinralla location: Far East in Gwendale
Personality: Rivrin is friendly with an underlying fierce demeanor, she is loved by all animals and gives the same love she receives, she is adventurous and outgoing and wishes to travel to the far lands of Cinralla.
Bio: Rivrin grew up in the vast immense forest of Gwendale, her small Elven village bordered a large clearing deep inside the forest, Rivrin is well known for her great archery skills and speedy acrobatics as well as close combat with her two small daggers, Rivrin is called the Whisperer in her Elven tribe because she can practically speak with the animals. Rivrin left her small village in the woods and traveled to the middle East on her red stag Gwenhuvar, she was to report the plague in her village and was shot in the shoulder at the gates, Gwen took off with the grace he was known for and fled from the flying arrows, Rivrin, her red stag Gwen and her red eagle Lakan took shelter in a small farming village near by.

[Necrosis]

What happened to Angels?

[AdamantiumWolf]

Nothing I just forgot them, and demons

[Assallya]

Considering a single angel can kill everyone in an entire city with a wave of the hand... I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. How about some sort of winged human?

In any event. I have to get some sleep so I can get to work tomorrow! Character sheet will be posted here tomorrow!

[Necrosis]

Assallya said
Considering a single angel can kill everyone in an entire city with a wave of the hand... I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. How about some sort of winged human?In any event. I have to get some sleep so I can get to work tomorrow! Character sheet will be posted here tomorrow!

I think that what angels are in this rp.

[Necrosis]

Dang lag and double post.

[AdamantiumWolf]

Yeah I think and angel should just be a naturally good natured feather winged human, and you can give them some sort of light power

[AdamantiumWolf]

Bump

[knighthawk]

I think you might do better to tone down angels and demons to tieflings and Assimar's Basically those with infernal and celestial bloodlines but not necessarily phenomenal power.

[AdamantiumWolf]

I did sorta in the comments and with the many rules of op, but for further reference for those who don't get it I out it beside the option, happy

[knighthawk]

Very much so.

[knighthawk]

Name:Felltree
Age: 35/50
Race:Orc
Appearance:

6'6" 336 Lbs
Weapons/Powers
Greenbane is a powerful weapon passed down by each generation and made more mighty be each who has held it. It started as the chains once worn by an enslaved orc who used them as little more than clubs to beat his way to freedom, from there they were passed on to a true warrior who had the chains linked with dozens of other freed orcs and became a sight to be seen for the dozens of locks and keys that hung from the length. When it got passed to a shaman, he had it reforged in dragonsfire into a proper spiked chain used to bind spirits. When it was passed to him, he had the chain set into a loop with the 100 collective souls of a giant termite mound bound to the chain to animate them into a ripping saw at command. He uses this tool to lay low haunted woods as they arise, putting the spirits to rest after a fashion.
Pets/Companions/Mates
He hat a pet dire beaver but it caught an undead sickness and he had to put it down. When it came back from the dead, he had to put it down again.
Cinralla Location:
Currently escorting a lumber caravan through the witchwoods, an area steeped in the old ways and not too friendly to outsiders.
Personality:
A man of gallows humor, worldweary and experienced caravan guard. He's learned to take his joys and lumps where they come, relying on his intimidating manner to get what he wants when he wants where he wants. The chainsaw helps.
Bio:
Not the strongest in the tribe of the blackforest orcs, he was born with a mark of the gods and trained to be a shaman of his people. For the first decade of his life, he was taught the history of his people and the ways of the ancestors. Any further lessons got cut short by a pack of wood elves who felt the orcs ways were not worthy of the old forest's secrets. His tribe was driven off under a rain or arrows out of the black forest to a dark and haunted part of the black forest known as the shadowgrove. It was here that they encountered two problems: a giant termite hive (as in termites the size of oxen) and the thin veil to the otherside that let restless spirits return from beyond once more. Dealing with one problem at a time, they chose to deal with the physical trouble that didn't need magic to deal with while they regrouped their resources to deal with the spiritual problems. With the clan champion gone to an arrow to the back of her neck, he took it upon himself to deal with the creatures using the spiked chain of his people, His father used the last of their regents to enchant the spiked chain with a temporary soul-binding enchantment to collect their mana for the second problem.

The tunnels were no good a place for wide whipping weapon like the spiked chain, so he wrapped a thick branch in the chain and used it like a rending sword to grind his way through the insects. One by one he chewed his way through the ancient tree to the termite queen and put the chain to her until he sawed her head from her body. Apparently the termites hive mind will were keeping the weak wood together and he barely escaped the falling tree with his life. He returned with the binding chain but apparently the elves came to finish the job. With the last efforts of the shaman, they bound the spirits to the chain permanently as an act of power and sent him on his way far from these woods.

Now with a writhing spiked chain, he found his way to a gnomish lumberjack settlement. There he put his powerful physique to work felling trees for minimal money, apparently they could overlook his monstrosity when he dropped a tree in half the time as any other. From his people he learned strength, from these folks, he learned true endurance and they found an ingenious way to rig his animated chain into a frame to make it a chains-saw. Eventually his time with them was over after a fiasco with an elven patrol and he had to move on for the sake of the gnomes. He took up a caravan walk to sell the wood downriver to the next town and started adventuring from there.

[AdamantiumWolf]

knighthawk said
Felltree 35/50Orc6'6" 336 LbsGreenbane is a powerful weapon passed down by each generation and made more mighty be each who has held it. It started as the chains once worn by an enslaved orc who used them as little more than clubs to beat his way to freedom, from there they were passed on to a true warrior who had the chains linked with dozens of other freed orcs and became a sight to be seen for the dozens of locks and keys that hung from the length. When it got passed to a shaman, he had it reforged in dragonsfire into a proper spiked chain used to bind spirits. When it was passed to him, he had the chain set into a loop with the 100 collective souls of a giant termite mound bound to the chain to animate them into a ripping saw at command. He uses this tool to lay low haunted woods as they arise, putting the spirits to rest after a fashion.He hat a pet dire beaver but it caught an undead sickness and he had to put it down. When it came back from the dead, he had to put it down again.Currently escorting a lumber caravan through the witchwoods, an area steeped in the old ways and not too friendly to outsiders.A man of gallows humor, worldweary and experienced caravan guard. He's learned to take his joys and lumps where they come, relying on his intimidating manner to get what he wants when he wants where he wants. The chainsaw helps.Not the strongest in the tribe of the blackforest orcs, he was born with a mark of the gods and trained to be a shaman of his people. For the first decade of his life, he was taught the history of his people and the ways of the ancestors. Any further lessons got cut short by a pack of wood elves who felt the orcs ways were not worthy of the old forest's secrets. His tribe was driven off under a rain or arrows out of the black forest to a dark and haunted part of the black forest known as the shadowgrove. It was here that they encountered two problems: a giant termite hive (as in termites the size of oxen) and the thin veil to the otherside that let restless spirits return from beyond once more. Dealing with one problem at a time, they chose to deal with the physical trouble that didn't need magic to deal with while they regrouped their resources to deal with the spiritual problems. With the clan champion gone to an arrow to the back of her neck, he took it upon himself to deal with the creatures using the spiked chain of his people, His father used the last of their regents to enchant the spiked chain with a temporary soul-binding enchantment to collect their mana for the second problem.The tunnels were no good a place for wide whipping weapon like the spiked chain, so he wrapped a thick branch in the chain and used it like a rending sword to grind his way through the insects. One by one he chewed his way through the ancient tree to the termite queen and put the chain to her until he sawed her head from her body. Apparently the termites hive mind will were keeping the weak wood together and he barely escaped the falling tree with his life. He returned with the binding chain but apparently the elves came to finish the job. With the last efforts of the shaman, they bound the spirits to the chain permanently as an act of power and sent him on his way far from these woods.Now with a writhing spiked chain, he found his way to a gnomish lumberjack settlement. There he put his powerful physique to work felling trees for minimal money, apparently they could overlook his monstrosity when he dropped a tree in half the time as any other. From his people he learned strength, from these folks, he learned true endurance and they found an ingenious way to rig his animated chain into a frame to make it a chains-saw. Eventually his time with them was over after a fiasco with an elven patrol and he had to move on for the sake of the gnomes. He took up a caravan walk to sell the wood downriver to the next town and started adventuring from there.

Accepted

[AdamantiumWolf]

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