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Well if it starts up again let me know. Unfortunately I've been getting extremely busy and with an apparent lack of interest from others posting here slowly become less and less of a concern though I've still been keeping an eye on it for any new posts.
Anyway, like I said, notify me if you start this up again
Anyway, like I said, notify me if you start this up again
When filling in name be sure to include real name and aliases and remember this is technically advanced (though maybe more of a high casual but whatever) so put a bit of effort into the backstory, doesn't have to be a five thousand + word epic novel but a fair bit of detail is expected.
Sorry about that guys, been rather busy. And for the record its only been two weeks and two days >_>
Rand sat quietly listening as the smith spoke, telling of his plan to wipe out one of the largest guilds in all of Heham and usurp the king. Slowly panning his gaze around the room he saw that a few of the Sentinels nodded in agreement but many simply made no movement towards agreement or dissent, even the leader of their guild seemed to be indifferent letting the guild members make their own choices.
His brow furrowed as he contemplated his options, on one side if they took action and lost it would be treason and everyone involved would be executed and he would lose some members of his adopted family, for the members of the guild were all viewed as siblings. However if they took no action and Heham lost the war with Hawic then the entire city might be destroyed and everyone might be killed.
With a sigh and his mind made up Rand stood and addressed the smith, "I will help with overthrowing the king, and if need be, eliminating the Black Watch though it would be preferable if we could convince the Black Watch to stand down. They are one of the largest guilds in all of Heham and it is the guilds of this city that make it great. That, and they also happen to be some of the best combatants as well, fighting them won't be easy."
@Mag Lev
His brow furrowed as he contemplated his options, on one side if they took action and lost it would be treason and everyone involved would be executed and he would lose some members of his adopted family, for the members of the guild were all viewed as siblings. However if they took no action and Heham lost the war with Hawic then the entire city might be destroyed and everyone might be killed.
With a sigh and his mind made up Rand stood and addressed the smith, "I will help with overthrowing the king, and if need be, eliminating the Black Watch though it would be preferable if we could convince the Black Watch to stand down. They are one of the largest guilds in all of Heham and it is the guilds of this city that make it great. That, and they also happen to be some of the best combatants as well, fighting them won't be easy."
@Mag Lev
Rand awoke with the dawn of a new day, the first rays of the morning shining through the single window of his room. It had been three days since he had bolted awake in a cold sweat after having a strange dream, some beings called Titans and wished to make him a 'Champion' to do their bidding. He had refused them and had become 'Branded.' What it truly meant he did not know but since that day he became acutely aware of all like forms around him, much like what he learned from Druidic Magic, though that was not the extent of it. Rand found that if he focused on a plant or an insect for a few moments he could sap the very life energy from it. He told no one of the dream or these new abilities and now, days later, he lay in his bed, clad in his undergarments with a thin sheet over him.
The young man swung his legs over the side of his bed, placing his bare feet on the wooden floor and resting his elbows on his knees, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He pushed himself up and walked the short distance across the room to a bin of clean, cool water. Cupping his hands he scooped up a handful of water, splashing it onto his face before grabbing a nearby rag to dry it. Finally feeling refreshed and fully awake Rand moved to his moderately sized wardrobe from which he pulled a pair of woolen trousers, socks, and a tunic in which he dressed. Next Rand stepped over to the armor rack beside the wardrobe and donned the chain mail shirt, plate armor, leather boots and gloves as well as strapping his great sword across his back. Finally he put on the deep blue cloak he was often seen walking around in, the hilt of his sword poking out from under it.
Finally fully dressed Rand exited the room, stepping out into a long hallway lined with doors all leading to rooms similar to his own. Walking down the hall and down a staircase Rand entered into the main hall of the guild, the smell of cooking food and the din of the guild. The hall a large room with two long tables running parallel to one another where many of the guild members sat, eating and chatting with one another, though Rand payed little attention to it all his eyes were drawn to a group near the main doors. A small group of Hehamian soldiers were trying to convince members of the guild to aid in the war against Hawic, Rand's former home, while some his guild mates repeatedly told the soldiers they hunted beasts or lost artifacts, not fight in wars.
Soon the disgruntled soldiers left and Sentinels returned to their seats and Rand moved to an empty seat near them. He turned to one of them, "What did those soldiers want?" He knew of course why they had been there but he asked anyway. The man turned to answer Rand, his brow still furrowed in annoyance "They were trying to get us to join that damned war of theirs with Hawic. Sent them on their way of course, we'll have no part of that idiocy.. Say, Rand, you're originally from Hawic yourself aren't you? Feeling any mixed allegiances with this war?" In response Rand grunted and shook his "Of course not, my allegiance is with the guild. Besides you said yourself this war is utterly ridiculous to begin with, it shouldn't have ever happened... He let his voice simply trail off, leaving the discussion hovering. Around him his guild mates took up the conversation, one mentioning the raven haired man with the crooked nose that had recently been seen around Heham and yet another spoke of rumors of a golden eyed woman in Hawic. Rand sat for the moment, listening to the conversations around him and occasionally providing his own input on the matters.
The young man swung his legs over the side of his bed, placing his bare feet on the wooden floor and resting his elbows on his knees, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He pushed himself up and walked the short distance across the room to a bin of clean, cool water. Cupping his hands he scooped up a handful of water, splashing it onto his face before grabbing a nearby rag to dry it. Finally feeling refreshed and fully awake Rand moved to his moderately sized wardrobe from which he pulled a pair of woolen trousers, socks, and a tunic in which he dressed. Next Rand stepped over to the armor rack beside the wardrobe and donned the chain mail shirt, plate armor, leather boots and gloves as well as strapping his great sword across his back. Finally he put on the deep blue cloak he was often seen walking around in, the hilt of his sword poking out from under it.
Finally fully dressed Rand exited the room, stepping out into a long hallway lined with doors all leading to rooms similar to his own. Walking down the hall and down a staircase Rand entered into the main hall of the guild, the smell of cooking food and the din of the guild. The hall a large room with two long tables running parallel to one another where many of the guild members sat, eating and chatting with one another, though Rand payed little attention to it all his eyes were drawn to a group near the main doors. A small group of Hehamian soldiers were trying to convince members of the guild to aid in the war against Hawic, Rand's former home, while some his guild mates repeatedly told the soldiers they hunted beasts or lost artifacts, not fight in wars.
Soon the disgruntled soldiers left and Sentinels returned to their seats and Rand moved to an empty seat near them. He turned to one of them, "What did those soldiers want?" He knew of course why they had been there but he asked anyway. The man turned to answer Rand, his brow still furrowed in annoyance "They were trying to get us to join that damned war of theirs with Hawic. Sent them on their way of course, we'll have no part of that idiocy.. Say, Rand, you're originally from Hawic yourself aren't you? Feeling any mixed allegiances with this war?" In response Rand grunted and shook his "Of course not, my allegiance is with the guild. Besides you said yourself this war is utterly ridiculous to begin with, it shouldn't have ever happened... He let his voice simply trail off, leaving the discussion hovering. Around him his guild mates took up the conversation, one mentioning the raven haired man with the crooked nose that had recently been seen around Heham and yet another spoke of rumors of a golden eyed woman in Hawic. Rand sat for the moment, listening to the conversations around him and occasionally providing his own input on the matters.
It would be a really good idea for me to get a post up as well but writers block has been plaguing me for a while now. It's rather unfortunate really.
Going to assume we're finding a replacement for Masque now? If so someone send me a notice when we get a new person and this RP gets rolling again. Gotta thin down my tab count :P
Rand Stands at six feet tall with a lean muscled build. His unkempt, dark brown hair falls to his shoulders and he is typically clear shaven , except when going out on long expeditions when he doesn't bother to shave. He wears a cotton tunic and trousers and is almost always seen wearing his armor which consists of a chain mail shirt and plate cuirass and greaves made from an exceptionally strong and light dark grey metal. (Think carbon nano fiber but not flexible or quite as strong and heavier.) In addition he wears long reinforced leather gloves and boots. To complete his attire Rand wears a full helm of the same material has his armor and a deep blue cloak.
Name: Rand Valyn
Age: 22
Titan: Branded.
Origins: Kingdom of Hawic and later Heham.
Personality: Rand has always been one for adventure, his upbringing in Hawic has fueled a desire for unlocking the mysteries of the world and his time with the guild has given him a sense of honor and respect. He enjoys testing his abilities in combat and solving puzzles equally and despises people who use cheap tricks for an advantage.
Likes:
- Adventure
- Exploration
- Advancing his abilities
- Reading
Dislikes:
- Magic
- Dishonesty
- Cooking
Backstory: Rand was born in the Kingdom of Hawic, his parents both dedicated to advancing the understanding of Vistas. There were high expectations that Rand would follow in the footsteps of his parents, becoming a renowned researcher and discovering the boundless possibilities of the wondrous thing known as magic. Thus Rand spent the first eighteen years of his life studying in Neriths, an Institute located in Hawic, and as a result became very proficient in manipulating the latent forces of his soul, expectations for him rose to impossible levels.
He hated it all. Rand craved adventure, he wanted more than anything to explore the world and learn new skills, most of all he wished to abandon his studies in the arcane and be free of the life that had been set before him from birth. When a small band of mercenaries, insistent on being called and "adventurer's guild" known as the Sentinels arrived in Hawic Rand saw it as a dream come true. Leaving a quickly scrawled note explaining he was leaving his studies behind to travel the land, Rand rushed off to join the band and was delighted when they were more than happy to take him in.
Rand spent the next four years with the Sentinels in their home base located in the Kingdom of Heham northwest of Hawic. Here he was trained in hand to hand combat and in swordplay, putting his training to practice taking jobs with his guild mates, usually involving the slaying of troublesome creatures. With the size of the creatures the guild typically gets called upon to deal with Rand has opted to take up a great sword as his weapon of choice. During his time with the guild he slowly became less reluctant about using magic, though he still disliked it as it was a reminder to his past life, becoming well renowned as a sort of Arcane Warrior. Currently the guild was having a slow period, not many jobs had been coming in the past few weeks, hopefully things would begin to pick up soon..
Skills & Talents:
- Extensive knowledge of the Arcane
- Skilled combatant and monster slayer
Equipment/weaponry:
- Large black great sword, totaling 5'10" in length and weighing in at around nine pounds, the blade making up five feet of it. The blade possesses a spade like flare towards the tip.
- Dark grey lightweight plate armor with chain mail undercoat, helm, leather boots and gloves
- Deep blue cloak
- Generic attire
Magical abilities:
- Adept in the following Styles:
Druidic Magic
Enchanting
Ritual Magic
-Moderately skilled in the following Styles:
Creation Magic
Holy Magic
-Some knowledge in the following Styles:
Necromancy
Blood Magic
Reason for picking Titan/Branded: Rand viewed the blessings of the Titans as magic, something that while he excelled at it's use still disliked it, thus rejected them.
@ravenDivinity Are you dropping out because mag lev is most likely going to be the one taking over if Jhett doesn't respond today? Earlier you said you would love to stay in so long as the election of a replacement Gm was more "democratic." No one else expressed interest in the position.
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