Amelian Draco

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

A dragon RP? do explain.

@philp123

Basically an rp were we are dragons and we do dragon things. It's really fun if you can get it set up right

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Have you guys ever been in a dragon rp. I've only been in one, but I had a lot of fun with it.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Hey guys, sorry if it might feel like I'm trying to speed through things or something like that. I have a very busy schedule the next couple of days so I want to make sure you guys have something to work with. I'll still be on every chance I get, but I will post when I believe I have enough time.

Amelian's Dropbox pit of insanity

My Hider

CS Name- Captain Dothren Roketh Race-Human Male/Female- M Appearance Backstory- Dothren Roketh was born in Loydye Tower before it was claimed by the Undead. Loydye Tower and the surrounding towers were made to defend the southwestern lands from the hoard of undead that roamed in the wastelands of Ninabi. From the time he could walk he was trained to be a knight of the Loydye Wall. They were an elite force made only to fight off the armies of Necromancers. His mother and father, who were both knights, died trying to defend the Astral Port along side the Dwarves. He was still a child at the time so he was taken in by his Godfather, Getheion, who had fought along side his parents. By the age of 16 Dothren has become one of the most skilled of all the recruits. Though he had received a head start, seeing how he was raised on the wall. Nonetheless, few of the recuits could be him in melee combat. Passing the three secretive tests that all most pass to become a wall knight, Dothren became one of the youngest to be knighted ever. Soon after being knighted he received his first orders. He, and a few other knights, were to join the party of an Elven king and a Dwarven Prince on their way to The Astral Port. He met the odd mixed group of Elfs and Dwarfs at the western tower wall. The plan was to cut across the middle of Ninabi straight to Hoondon. The two peoples seemed to argue about everything, but it was all meaningless noise to the young Dothren. About halfway through southern Ninabi a scout spotted a huge group of undead heading south. Dothren argued with the older knights, but ended up continuing with the group while they head to warn the wall. The two royals tried to sympathize with him, saying that they've been put through the same treatment before they got real action. They each told their old war stories, and Dothren told them the story of his parents. Apparently the elf had heard of the courageous couple, and the dwarf had fought beside them. Dothren enjoyed the distraction as he rode alongside his two new friends. By the fall of the third day the group could see the outline of Hoondon, witch he had learned was a neutral ground between the dwarves and elfs. As they all set down for camp everything felt off, more off then usual that is. Dothren gave his concern, and most of the group took him seriously. The rest just said he was a child being foolish. Midnight had come, and most were asleep besides those put on guard. Dothren had set next to a low fire talking with some of the elfs when a sudden fog had rolled in. A guard let out a shout of alarm that was cut short. Dothren yelled for the others to awake as an ambush took place. An alarming number of undead ran out of the fog, killing half the guard before the group could recover from the shock. The surviving warriors formed in a defensive circle. A few waves came at the group until their leader appeared. The fog lifted as a tall half dead looking man walked towards the group. Dothren identified him as the necromancer. In his words, cut off the head and the body shall die!" With that battlecry he and the two royals charged the necromancer. Slicing their way to the tall man a sentence escaped from its mouth that almost stopped him," you fools...Loydye Tower has fallen. The southern lands are mine." The raspy voice rang clear in this battle. The three of them reached the man and began assaulting him. The elf and Dothren became a flurry of strikes against the man, while the dwarf struck at any opening there was. After a long period Dothren's blade cut off the necromancer's head. The surrounding undead fell limply to the ground as their master's head flew off. The group picked up camp and buried the dead, but as they tried to set out again, a woman's scream could be heard heading towards them. They raised their weapons as Cusala the Enchantress appeared before them. Apparently that was her husband that they had just killed. The group was to tired to fight off another necromancer, and was captured easily. She transported them to her fortress. Were they spent a year being tortured and experimented on. By the end of that year all that was left of the group was three dwarves, two elfs, both royals, and Dothren. One night a living guard made a mistake, and the dwarf overpowered him. The small party grabbed what equipment they could, and escaped on a fishing boat that was heading to a small town in Ghostwood. From there they headed north to the Temple of Elemental Evil. The monks their where known enemies of Cusala, and gave them refuge. At the temple Dothren had picked up on the basic use of elemental spells, while the royals tried to get in contact with their homelands. About two weeks later they had begun making plans to head back home. They decided to take a northern route, and head to Buramma. The night before the party departs they awake in the highest part of the temple. The monks wanted Dothren to sacrifice his friends, and join them. He tried to think of a strategy to get him out of this mess as he walked towards the dwarvern prince. He figured he'd improvise. Reaching down he cut the ropes binding the dwarf and picked him up a through him at the only three monks in the room. Moving fast he freed the others, and they finished off the three monks. Grabbing what they can, again, they escaped from the temple, and ran to the Withered lands. From their they went to the dwarvern Citadel of Buramma. When they arrived there was a great wild celebration. The current king gave Dothren a Dwarven stone, which made him a honorary dwarf. The party spent a week of rest their. The elfs surprisingly enjoyed themselves, but eventually had to leave. The elven king insisted I came with him to his kingdom to receive his reward. Dothren said he didn't have to, but the elf simply said, " I can't have those damn bearded midgets outdo me." They left out a pass that exited in the outskirts of the Rhuddle Vale. The elf king took him to meet the elven elders at Wybrook, where another celebration took place. The elfs weren't as wild as the dwarves, but Dothren still had fun. At the end of the celebration the elders had a silver leaf made for him. The leaf increased his life, and made him an honorary elf. He got to travel to the elven capital, before leaving for his home. Before he left he was told to by the elders to be at the Astral Port in about a month. Dothren headed directly south through the Ninabi wasteland. He hardly saw any undead, and those he did see looked confused. Like they don't understand what is going on. He reach his home within a week, but he was not greeted with a friendly sight. Loydye Tower barely stood, holes littered the walls, and the dead, living or not, were all over the place. He stayed their a few days then rode east to Gissfell to see if the town had been attacked. Luckily the dead did not reach them. He found the towns mayor, and told him to send a letter to Avalad telling them what had happened. He waited a day then headed for the Astral Port. Passing the ruins of Loydye for a second time made him realize he was the last of the wall knights. He stopped at the wall, and payed his respects to the dead. Then began heading on his path again. When he reached the Astral Port he was praised by both parties. They had agreed to work together to forge him armor. Luckily Hoondon has a forge were it's possible to do so. As sturdy as a dwarf, as light as an elf, always said Dothren ends up spending 25 years learning under the greatest dwarvern, and elven warriors. He also fought in a few of their wars while they were allies. After these events had taken place, a tall green figure approached Dothren in the city of Seawick. It was an orc with a wild red Mohawk, and a black iron band around his arm. He had a job offer. He started off by saying, " you know you are hard to find." A month later Dothren is a lieutenant of the western branch of the Black Band. 20 years later he finds himself sharing a fire with a stranger he just saved. Skills- Master swordsmen, has had a well balanced training in the use of most weapons. Though he has had fought in many battles across the lands. He has hardly seen any war on the seas. (If needed)Magic/magical abilities- can preform some basic spells in elemental magic Equipment- His armor and weapons are one of the results of a mix of Dwarven and Elven craftmenship. (If needed)Extra items- Dwarven stone, home scroll, and an elven silver leaf. Other: ha, I already have black armor.

Captain Dothren Roketh from my Black Band roleplay

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

The Captain had been drawn into a debate on the succession of if something was to happen to the current Region Lieutenant. A few had suggested that Dothren himself would most likely be the one promoted, but he did not agree with the idea. His argument was, the Region Lieutenants hardly get out in the field, and mostly deal with paperwork. Runba's Deep's captain would be more likely to fit the role. Several nodded in agreement as Talto approach Dothren. He nodded at Talto's words, He is a danger, but not to us. I trust he will honor his contact. Also after the feast join me in my study. There you'll see who's joining us in my group. As he finished his words the Titan crashed onto the table. Grabbing his mug as the table falls, You're lucky we have mages that can fix that. He chuckled and waves to a man and a woman in grey robes. They nod and move to ether side of the broken table. After a moment of spell work, the table stands as if nothing had happened...except for the food that is now scatter across it. He laughed with the others as the large man lifted the dwarf's arm. After finishing the rest of his elven bread, Dothren stood and addressed the feasthall, I bid you all goodnight, for it would be wise to get some sleep while you can. I know some of the trials can keep you awake for a few days. As he is monologing, a lieutenant moves around the hall and passes out the letters to those Dothren had chosen. Everyone receives a letter from Dothren. He raises his mug one last time, to future gold and glory. He drinks then heads off towards his study.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

I'm working late tonight guys, but I'll get a post up when I get home. Also the plan for the letters that Dothren gave to the lieutenant is that they will be handed out randomly before the end of the feast

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Everyone wakes up in the morning, stark naked in a room filled with hungry lions who haven't been fed in 3 months. We must use the lions to form weapons and clothes for ourselves to battle the zombies next door.

@The Grey Dust

Don't tempted me

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

[quote=@The Grey Dust But.... but.... you were supposed to lose to a woman... Wait a minute... Also, a little clarification on what should happen next if you could please Draco. And perhaps plan a good settling point to when the feast ends or what not. [/quote] Next should be just a little bit of relaxation and fun, but at one point I plan on having Dothren leave. That's when the feast should start to end. I plan on having Dothren explain his test for his recruits, you guys. Then after everyone's character getting some sleep, will take care of his test

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

I hope that is alright guys

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Dothren had retreated to his study on the sixth floor between the time of the Amazon's arrival and before the feast. He looked through the small pile of contracts that sat on his desk, trying to put faces with names. After a short time a few of his veteran lieutenants had arrived at his door. They sat around an oval table, and the group discussed the matter of what recruits should go were, and also hand picked a few for the Captain's personal group. Dothren planned on having the recruits separated based off of apparent skill. The more elite would be placed with the more experience lieutenants, and vice versa for the least experienced. This would be shown by a set of tests prepared by the lieutenants. As he began to draft his first letter, two of his lieutenants had began to argue over the portal mage known as 42. Neither of you get him. His father signed a contract with me, and I don't trust ether of you with that contract.. A few of the others chuckled, but most were to consumed by the task at hand to pay attention. Dothren goes back to writing and figures he should write in elven and dwarvern for those of his pick. Each letter reads in some variation : Dear (name), you have been selected to serve under me, Captain Dothren, in my personal group for handling jobs. You will receive higher pay and see more of the world then a normal bandholder. I ask that after the feast that you join me in my study above the library to discuss our future together, and to greet your fellows that will hopefully be joining our group. Honored, Captain Dothren Roketh of the western branch. The lieutenants leave to join others in feast just as Dothren finishes his letter to Lentus. Though he did not go with them just yet. He stood from the table and moved to a large window that over looked most of the city. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his thoughts. Though he could feel something unsettling deep in his core. Shaking off the feeling he left his study and joined the others in the feasthall. He walked into the hall as the Titan gave his challenge, and the dwarf jumped onto the table. First he handed the letters to a nearby lieutenant and told him who to hand them to, and to be polite. Then laughing as he took his place at the head of the table, I hope you can wait to make your winnings until after I give a toast. Grabbing an dwarvern mug, he raised it in toast, A toast to past glory and future goals, and may the pay always be good and we'll earned. Dothren drank from his dwarvern mug, and sat down. Instead of eating from the large array of foods, he only eat from a few pieces of elven bread. He began to speak with those around him about the local business matters and such.