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Only a few of them remained. Just as the dusk took its reign upon the sky, Akriel stood among the rotting dead. Everything that had happened occurred at a pace that was faster than the quickest fraction of a second, their whole guild wrought in ashes as only a few of them remained to take a steady yet agonized breath of air on this windy morning. The sanguine scent threatened to stab at his nostrils, fully reminding the surviving sorcerer that what had happened was beyond the leyline of a mere nightmare. No, what had happened to the Seraphims was a tragedy beyond any other. Akriel stood up, steeling himself to chance a glimpse at his brethren that littered the crimson soil. A lot of them had tried to fight to the last of the strings that kept them dancing, they kept fighting until they were nothing more than ashes. Suddenly, his eyes darted to the sides, noticing that there were a few more survivors who were just as battered as he was.
"Never thought I'd live to see the sun." Akriel quipped, his scarlet-stained robe fluttering with the morbid dance of the winds. The Kronos had done this to them. After decades upon decades of clashes and duels, the Seraph had been bested in both skill and wit.
Their enemies came like a raging tornado amidst a blazing hurricane, massacring a great number of vortakians in the same manner as they were born-- without a fighting chance. As the surviving fighters rose from the rubble, Akriel knew that all of them shared the same idea with him. They had always been together, anyway. The Seraph was more than just a guild, it was a brotherhood. They treated each other like the closest friend they could ever have. One's pain was the pain of all and the pain of all was the pain of one. It was ironic that the deadliest mercenary guild would be the one that would be buried in sulphur and ash.
"You all know what to do, right?" the sorcerer shrugged his shoulders. Akriel's lips quivered with much voracity and viciousness. "They ain't gonna get away with this. We'll kill them all... down to the last cell that remains of them until their very memories are erased from the tapestry of history."
The Seraph was once a powerful mercenary guild, feared for their monstrous warriors and cunning sorcerers. This guild swore allegiance to the ancient bloodline of the Zaazenach royalty of the Vualranur empire. The Seraph, as stated in their treaty, would come to the aid of the zenachian monarchs in their time of need. It seemed that their mission was short-lived. In 526 P.A, when prince Azrael succeeded the throne of his father, the Ninrus Colonies to the north of Vualranur sieged the nation. The prince was known to be a coward and, thus, when he had heard of the attack, the monarch vanished. The Seraph, answering the call of the oath, prepared to face the Ninrus army at the break of dawn. However, before they could act, a conclave of guilds attacked the lone defender. This conclave was known as the 'Kronos'.
The Seraphs were overwhelmed, dying before the sun could rise. The next thing they knew, Vualranur had fallen to the Ninrus Colony in under a single night. The survivors of the guild had an unspoken agreement... upon the name of their guild, upon the name of their nation and upon the name of the ancient monarchs, they would avenge their kingdom. Blood was going to be spilled in the future; a crimson path lay in wait for the six survivors of the guild.
As a start, they had come across the cowardly monarch, prince Azrael. Their mission was simple and clear: wipe out the Ninrus influence in Vualranur, slay the Ninrus commander and ascend Azrael to the throne. The fallen angel was not going to die today... not with its six wings still intact.
So, yeah, this roleplay will take place in the fantasy world of Vualranur where six mercenaries along with a cowardly prince will try to eliminate a great threat in their kingdom. I'd prefer five other people would be involved in this adventure! As the GM, I'd be playing Prince Azrael and one of the veteran guild members, Akriel.
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Flavour Intro
Only a few of them remained. Just as the dusk took its reign upon the sky, Akriel stood among the rotting dead. Everything that had happened occurred at a pace that was faster than the quickest fraction of a second, their whole guild wrought in ashes as only a few of them remained to take a steady yet agonized breath of air on this windy morning. The sanguine scent threatened to stab at his nostrils, fully reminding the surviving sorcerer that what had happened was beyond the leyline of a mere nightmare. No, what had happened to the Seraphims was a tragedy beyond any other. Akriel stood up, steeling himself to chance a glimpse at his brethren that littered the crimson soil. A lot of them had tried to fight to the last of the strings that kept them dancing, they kept fighting until they were nothing more than ashes. Suddenly, his eyes darted to the sides, noticing that there were a few more survivors who were just as battered as he was.
"Never thought I'd live to see the sun." Akriel quipped, his scarlet-stained robe fluttering with the morbid dance of the winds. The Kronos had done this to them. After decades upon decades of clashes and duels, the Seraph had been bested in both skill and wit.
Their enemies came like a raging tornado amidst a blazing hurricane, massacring a great number of vortakians in the same manner as they were born-- without a fighting chance. As the surviving fighters rose from the rubble, Akriel knew that all of them shared the same idea with him. They had always been together, anyway. The Seraph was more than just a guild, it was a brotherhood. They treated each other like the closest friend they could ever have. One's pain was the pain of all and the pain of all was the pain of one. It was ironic that the deadliest mercenary guild would be the one that would be buried in sulphur and ash.
"You all know what to do, right?" the sorcerer shrugged his shoulders. Akriel's lips quivered with much voracity and viciousness. "They ain't gonna get away with this. We'll kill them all... down to the last cell that remains of them until their very memories are erased from the tapestry of history."
Brief Background
The Seraph was once a powerful mercenary guild, feared for their monstrous warriors and cunning sorcerers. This guild swore allegiance to the ancient bloodline of the Zaazenach royalty of the Vualranur empire. The Seraph, as stated in their treaty, would come to the aid of the zenachian monarchs in their time of need. It seemed that their mission was short-lived. In 526 P.A, when prince Azrael succeeded the throne of his father, the Ninrus Colonies to the north of Vualranur sieged the nation. The prince was known to be a coward and, thus, when he had heard of the attack, the monarch vanished. The Seraph, answering the call of the oath, prepared to face the Ninrus army at the break of dawn. However, before they could act, a conclave of guilds attacked the lone defender. This conclave was known as the 'Kronos'.
The Seraphs were overwhelmed, dying before the sun could rise. The next thing they knew, Vualranur had fallen to the Ninrus Colony in under a single night. The survivors of the guild had an unspoken agreement... upon the name of their guild, upon the name of their nation and upon the name of the ancient monarchs, they would avenge their kingdom. Blood was going to be spilled in the future; a crimson path lay in wait for the six survivors of the guild.
As a start, they had come across the cowardly monarch, prince Azrael. Their mission was simple and clear: wipe out the Ninrus influence in Vualranur, slay the Ninrus commander and ascend Azrael to the throne. The fallen angel was not going to die today... not with its six wings still intact.
Notes
So, yeah, this roleplay will take place in the fantasy world of Vualranur where six mercenaries along with a cowardly prince will try to eliminate a great threat in their kingdom. I'd prefer five other people would be involved in this adventure! As the GM, I'd be playing Prince Azrael and one of the veteran guild members, Akriel.
