[OOC] Fleeting Memories [Fantasy RP]

[Viciousmarrow]

_{Genres: Fantasy, Action/Adventurer, Mystery}

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Your Story So Far:

Welcome to the Realm of Amonor, a vast land ruled by Grand Marquess Edun Lonefire. You have the distinguished privilege of being enslaved and executed for high treason, conspiracy, and murder of Archtemplar Tancred Lonefire, eldest son of the Grand Marquess. You don’t remember anything except your name though. You have a feeling you used to be someone great, but perhaps this is just your own personal conceit speaking to you.

Two weeks ago, you arrived here in this village, isolated in the Belgo Steppe. It was a slave camp, where criminals came to labor in the mines, either to die or pay off their debts to society. Important looking officials barked at you, tortured you, and sent you down into the treacherous mines. Each day, you have worked and worked endlessly, only getting moments of sleep before getting back to business. Sometimes guardsmen would come down to fetch you, only to bring you up to beat you. They wanted answers. Who were you working for? Why did you do it? What did you hope to accomplish? You didn’t have a clue as to what they were talking about. After all, you couldn’t remember a thing.

The night before your scheduled execution, a mysterious man arrived at the front gates of the camp. He was grizzled and old yet he demanded your release. Naturally, the guards refused, laughed at him, and attempted to send him away. What came next was a massacre Amonor had not seen in years. This old man slaughtered the guardsmen and any who challenged him, a flurry of tempered steel and vengeance. This proved to be enough of a distraction for another figure to sneak into the camp.

While you were in your cell on death row, this sneaky rogue infiltrated the cell block and freed you from your shackles. He introduced himself as Tychus of the Shattergarde. Strangely, he looked exactly like the man taking on the entirety of the camp’s defense. Hastily, Tychus, yourself, and your 5 “co-conspirators” made a great escape. However, this is just the beginning.

You have yet to rediscover your fleeting memories.

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This land is huge. I'll add more portions of the map as we go.

The Province of Idrigoth, where it all begins

• The slave camp you come from is directly South of Thombarond, next to the lonely mountain in the Belgo Steppe.

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Important Notes:

• Prisoners

  • You start with nothing except prison rags.
  • Magic users have a strange, diamond-shaped device anchored into the flesh of their chest. Magic use is impossible while this device remains in contact with flesh. In the case of smaller creatures, these devices are manifested as strange, metallic bracelets slipped over their wrists. These bracelets double as shackles.
  • Every character has shackles that chain their wrists 6 inches apart. Weapon use is possible, but extremely difficult.
• Magic Users

  There are three magic types:
  Arcane
  These casters manifest themselves as Sorcerers or specialists. Elements they can use (only 1): Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Force, and Sonic.
  
  Sorcerers are well-rounded casters that draw power from the schools of transmutation, illusion, abjuration, evocation, divination, conjuration, and sometimes necromancy. They can also harness the power of a single element. While they are quite versatile, they will never be able to cast extremely advanced spells that a specialist can.
  
  Specialists come in a wide array of forms, but they all focus on a single school or sub-school of arcane magic. For example, an Abjurer concentrates solely on protection spells, never learning anything other than this. Another classic example is the Necromancer, who raises the dead to serve them and can curse their foes, but nothing more. Moreover, a specialist will never learn to use an element, unless they specialize in their chosen element. Essentially, you sacrifice versatility to discover the true power of your chosen school.
  
  
  Natural
  Scarcely seen, the Druids that possess this magic have dominion over the 4 elements of Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water. There is a mystical touch to their magic that an arcane caster cannot replicate. For example, a Druid’s Water spells can be imbued with healing energies or they could create a water elemental to their bidding. Furthermore, they can combine elements to create destructive or beneficial effects, such as combing Earth and Fire energies to create molten rock. Their elemental spells are more powerful than what a well-rounded Sorcerer could accomplish with their single element, yet are not quite as destructive as a specialist’s elemental concentration.
  
  
  Divine
  Possessed by celestial beings, divine magic is a sight to behold. Clergy members often ask for their god’s assistance through prayer and sacrifice, and sometimes, the gods do answer. Using a living creature as a vessel, the awesome power of the gods can manifest as anything you can imagine. However, as stated, divine magic is a gamble. (Basically, if you want to use this, I’ll roll a dice to see if your god answers you.)
  • Magic users start with no magical knowledge until they relearn their spells, bit by bit. You can attempt to use spells you have seen others use or have gained knowledge of, but there is no guarantee it will work and may have serious repercussions.
  • Magic is connected to your physical being, and use of magic will ebb away at your energy levels. For example, an advanced spell, such as a great pillar of fire, will fatigue you much faster than a simple firebolt. At first, even simple spells will be an ordeal for you since you do not remember how to synchronize with the magic that flows through you. As you go along, this ability will come to you naturally.
• I don't think I need to say anything about physical (ex. knight) or cunning (ex. rogue) characters since they're rather obvious in what they do, but if you need any specifics on anything, just ask.
• I will be conducting the story and controlling the various NPCs and Events that happen in this world. Sometimes I will introduce a poll that you all will decide where you go or how you handle a situation as a group.

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Rules:

• General site rules. No Godmodding, no perfect characters, no cybering, you get the point.
• Let me know if you're going on a hiatus - Try to be active at least a few times a week.
• Quality over quantity - Seriously, I don't expect tons and tons of writing. A few solid paragraphs is enough.
• 1 character of a race/class. No duplicates! Diversity is exciting!
• Unsure about something? Just ask me!
• Most importantly: Have fun!

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Character Sheet:

• Be creative with your character! If you have an idea, bring it to me and we can work something out!
• Accepting 6 characters! Not against accepting 7, for the right person. If too many people request to join, I will choose the most fitting for this RP.
• Preferably would like to have a balance of magic users, physical, and cunning characters, but imbalance may be unavoidable.
• Races taken: Fairy, Nymph, Half-Orc, Half-Elf, Elf, Human
• Classes taken: Druid, Assassin, Barbarian, Monk, Knight, Priest
• The Sheet

  Name:
  Appearance (no real pictures):
  Age:
  Gender:
  Race:
  Class:
  Magic Description (if magic user):
  Personality:
  Who you were:

[Viciousmarrow]

Spots reserved for @lovely complex, @The Muse, and @Rekaigan.

[LovelyComplex]

@Viciousmarrow

Noli Littleflower

Name: Noli

Appearance:

~Throws fairy dust!~

Age: Too old to count

Gender: F

Race: Fairy

Class: Druid

Magic Description: Natural Caster

Personality:
Noli seems innocent for the most part, too cute to be evil, and in a sense she is. Very curious of the world, the fairy thrives off of nature and wants love to flourish everywhere! However, she's oblivious to the disasters she creates. Noli loves helping people but she tends to make problems worse either by opening her loud mouth or by losing control over natural elements. She loves to surprise people and finds it funny when someone gets caught in a trap. Lighthearted and sweet, Noli, twirling in happiness and throwing her fairy dust in the air, will dance through life without a major care in the world! A quirk the little fairy has is she has an obsession over true love. She may at times play matchmaker because... THEY'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER.

Who you were:With a long, immortal life, Noli kept things simple. Her family of fairies traveled the lands numerous of times to make sure people were respecting nature. When they returned after a trip, they would maintain and protect the sacred lands of faeries from the greedy and disrespectful. Her homeland had a elixir that could grant someone their greatest desire, within the Great Old One (the oldest tree of their land). In the wrong hands, her sanctuary would crumble. Two weeks ago, she decided to go on a personal journey. She had recently caused a her family's tree to catch on fire... but her father fixed her mess, like he always does. She almost burned her home to the ground... what if she destroyed the Great Old One by accident? She needed to get better at her powers so she decided to go on a personal journey.

After traveling for a good day or two, taking in all that nature had to offer, Noli decided to make camp in a garden of poppies. And by making camp, she simply just laid her tiny self on the bed of flowers and went into a deep sleep. She woke up the next morning in a birdcage, within a wagon...

Now she sits in the same cage, in someone's study... "My head hurts... where am I? Did I do the thing?" The little fairy was full of questions... only coming to realize she had become someone's temporary pet until her execution.

[Viciousmarrow]

@lovely complex The fairy Armageddon has begun.

[Smoke With Me]

Grinn Hurrclaw

Grinn Hurrclaw

Appearance

The beast of a woman stood at an imposing 6'7" and weighed about 180 pounds, brandishing a hulking mass of muscle. She held a powerful frame and strong build, partly due to her racial inclinations and natural tendency toward strenuous psychical activity. Her massive arms would couldn't be wrapped around by two hands and she stood tall and proud on a set of thick and powerful legs. Broad shoulders contributed to her figure and aside from some feminine curves and features, one might mistake this being for a male from a distance.
Upon closer inspection, the gender of this Half - Orc was more obvious. Although her jet black hair was cut some what short, ending just below pointed ears with golden studs in them, lips that bear the faintest hint of pout, high cheek bones, and a slightly upturned nose which held a golden ring through the septum were just some of her womanly qualities. Bright yellow eyes search their surroundings with scrutiny and determination, seemingly always on the lookout for danger.

Her heritage was obvious. Dark green skin and two large teeth that stuck out of her lower lip gave away to Orcish origins. Due to her size, one might think that she was more Orc than Human, though her appearance wasn't that of some grotesque Humanoid. Instead, if one could look past her monstrous traits, they might even consider her to be beautiful in her own right.

Scars riddled the woman's body, most of them obviously marks from a blade. The most intriguing ones were the crescent shape across her stomach which circled around her belly button and the thick pink line that ran across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. The lash marks across her back were numerous and large, intersecting one another in a horrifying array. It was obvious that the Half - Orc was no stranger to combat.

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Race: Half - Orc

Class: Barbarian

Magic Description: None

Personality

Grinn seems to be quite reserved for someone of her nature and status. She is often quiet unless directly questioned or addressed and almost always seems to be analyzing things and thinking to herself. Upon hearing her speak, despite the confidence and well thought out language, she usually kept herself at quieter tones. One might wonder where and how this Half - Orc had been educated, as she was far more intelligent and capable than most.

Those who might become her friend would find the woman to be fiercely loyal, though extremely cautious at first. Although she took a neutral stance on most people and things, tending to avoid conflict or decisions unless they directly affected her, she would easily sacrifice her life in a heartbeat to those who she might eventually become close to.

However, the woman has a dark side as well. It seems that when conflict does arise, when combat is the only option left... she loses all control and slips into a mighty rage. In an angry howl, the Half - Orc will suddenly grab the nearest weapon, preferably a great sword, and heave it toward her foe with little regard for her own safety. At this point, the only goal is to see the flowing blood of her enemy.

Who She Was

Grinn was born to the slave of an Orcish chief. Although the first few years of her life were spent among a tribe of barbarians, her mother had escaped slavery at some point. Returning to her family with a half breed monstrosity, Grinn's mother was surprised by the acceptance that they had received.

Receiving a formal education and pleasant upbringing thereafter, Grinn grew up with many opportunities those of her kind were often denied. By the time that she was ready to go on her own, her ambition and knowledge of the world made her feel as though she were invincible. The only problem was that the outside world often shunned her kind and no matter what, she could never truly escape the bloodlust of her Orcish heritage.

Feeling dejected and unwelcome by society, Grinn traveled as a lone mercenary for the rest of her days, taking work when ever and where ever she could. This was the daily imprint of her life until one day she awoke as a slave with no memory of her past and a growing anger trying to take control of her rational thoughts.

I wasn't aware that there were already two females, or I wouldn't have threw down a character sheet for a female myself. Regardless, I hope you like the character!

[Viciousmarrow]

@Smoke With Me I like her! At least we have woman who definitely separates herself from the frilly Fey. xD
You can go ahead and put her in the character section.

[LovelyComplex]

I'm excited for this predominately female party! WOMEN PRIDE! GRINN WILL LOVE NOLI :D

[Viciousmarrow]

All this estrogen will surely cause some juicy moments. xD
@Rekaigan Reno is a very lucky man. 4 ladies, 1 man, 1 unknown.

[Rekaigan]

@Viciousmarrow
It's alright if I just put Reno into the CS category right?

EDIT: We have 2 raging characters hahaha

[Viciousmarrow]

@RekaiganYep yep!

Edit: Yeah, I can only imagine what havoc those two will create... xD

[Smoke With Me]

I'm hoping the two ragers are put in a situation in which they get angry at each other hahah.

Also, when the Fey and Half - Orc become best friends <3

[Viciousmarrow]

@Smoke With Me I imagine a scenario where you're in the hall of a lord and he's just like:

"LOOK AT ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL FAIRIES AND ELVES AND NYMPHS! Oh and that Orc."

[Smoke With Me]

@Viciousmarrow Beauty is overrated when you have a great sword. :D

[The Muse]

Echo Notaras

Name: Echo Notaras

Appearance

Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Race:
Nereid (Sea Nymph)
Class:
Assassin
Magic Description:
Arcane
Personality:
At first glance Echo appears to be friendly and warm, very welcoming to new comers and new situations. She believes in the term "keep your friends close, and your enemies closer". Her kind nature is often feigned and the moment she no longer considers it useful to be your "friend" she becomes as cold as stone. Some have been known to call her fake, but she prefers to keep people people on their toes and constantly asking themselves what she might do next. She has always been a very independent soul, never relying on friendships or family for that matter. Echo tends to be very sneaky, as she has always been a curious individual and ends up sticking her nose in places that it doesn't belong. Though her curious, independent nature got her into numerous amounts of trouble as a child, it has proved useful later in life.
Who you were:
Echo grew up on the coast of a small island by the name of Linde, or what some people liked to call "The Dragon's Lair." While the island was mostly inhabited by her own kind, it did indeed harbor a great dragon. Luckily for her people, the dragon tolerated their existence so long as nothing the dragon considered valuable was stolen from it. The nymphs provided outside protection on the waters, as a common pass time in her culture would be to lure sailors to their deaths, and the dragon allowed them to live there - also providing protection against hopeful colonists occasionally.
The young nymph grew up with a single mother - her father having never been in the picture, and her mother never wanting to talk about it. Echo's mother taught her the ways in deception initially, as she would often travel to a more inhabited isle and coax men out of their money. It was easy for a nymph, considering their natural allure could easily deprive any other race of their senses.
Several days after Echo's 15th birthday her mother sold her for a fairly hefty amount to a recruitment scout for assassin training. The scouts often came to Linde looking for nymph recruits, considering their natural ability to deceive others. Echo had no other choice, but she left without a fight to the southern island of Llanda - a cold and snow filled area completely opposite of Linde. In Llanda she learned the ways of an assassin, taking her first kill at age 16. By the time she was 18 Echo was released from the training and allowed to take contracts on her own.
To her own misfortune she recently took up a contract for the assassination of a knight close in the circle of the Grand Marquess Edun Lonefire. What he did to get his name written on that contract she didn't know, and didn't care, but she would get the job done. Or, at least, planned to get the job done. Until she ran into a person who was there for a different contract, who nearly got them caught, and who bested her in a hand to hand combat fight that ultimately knocked her out. The next thing she knew she was being swarmed by guards, unaware of anything. Not even who she was, or why she was there.

[Viciousmarrow]

One more character and we can begin!

[Rekaigan]

Excited!!

[Life in Stasis]

Is there still any room? I find this concept riveting, and I haven't seen anything this well put together in awhile.

[Viciousmarrow]

@Life in Stasis Yep, just need our last character!

[Life in Stasis]

Alright, I was going to make a female character, but I fell in love with this one as I was making him. He doesn't mind being surrounded by women. Not at all.

Horace Upland

Name
Horace Upland

Appearance
A tall blond, not altogether exciting. When Horace arrived at the slave camp he was clean shaven, neatly groomed, pale skinned, and somewhat wispy for a man over six feet. By now he’s a little less delicate than before, a lot more untidy, and sporting a very masculine chin of reddish stubble—which does not at all match his straw colored hair. His blue eyes reflect bitter surrender, too tired to be confused anymore about the absurdity of his situation.

The only thing that’s remained the same about him since his arrival is the arid look of contempt he offers the camp guards.

Age
25

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Class
Priest

Magic Description
Divine

Personality
One part piety and two parts dry wit. Horace is easy company for anyone with a lot to say. He enjoys listening more than speaking, and he’s a good source of advice or a sly joke when it is sought. Many would describe him as easygoing, more liable to bend with the breeze rather than stand in the storm, but they would be wrong. Like an extinguished hearth, his cool ashen mein hides a bed of glowing embers.

Despite his approachable demeanor, Horace does tend to be a bit personally withdrawn. He possesses a self destructive streak when he becomes hopeless (like now, for instance), as well as a very unpriestly appetite for vices of all sorts.

Who you were
A novitiate from the Temple of Truth. Before Horace was caught up in this mess, he was a young priest in service to Lord Ceron, God of Knowledge. The Temple boasted a well tended library, often visited by scholars and students, as well as an altar and large marble image of the bearded god himself. Not a great fan of archiving, however, Horace usually served Ceron by visiting nearby villages to treat common ailments with his magical talents, as well as educate young children and curious adults.

Orphaned in his early teen years, Horace was not skilled or unscrupulous enough to resort to thievery and pickpocketing to get by. Instead he begged for coin on street corners where he was paid to please stop singing because busking was clearly not his calling. Over years he became more useless, relying on friends to pay for him to get drunk at pubs and taverns until he was rowdy enough to be thrown out.

One memorable occasion with a duke’s daughter nearly landed him in a situation not unlike the one he’s in now (and when he remembers that, he’ll be appropriately spiteful). A gray-maned priest of Ceron intervened and claimed that Horace was merely teaching the girl history, not unlacing her frock. The duke was skeptical, but the priest was earnest and trustworthy. It was enough to drag Horace to safety by his arm.

Horace’s future looked grim, and confronted with the powerlessness of his existence, he followed the priest to the Temple of Truth in an attempt to fill the void in his heart.

[Viciousmarrow]

@Life in Stasis Finally, a human xD He'll fit right in with this group of "miscreants".
You can put him in the Characters section!