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Looking for: Members of Asura nation Campaign

I was in a game with Asura a few months before the RPG went down. I am at a loss for what the RP was called. I'm looking for anyone who might have saved information on the nations used. I'm starting up a D&D campaign and I'd like to use those accepted nations to fill in the world.

I hope to hear from you guys soon.

Help with an idea (Novel/RP/D&D Campaign/Spy/Thriller/Espionage/Nyan Cat)

Hello! my fellow Guilders. I'd like to put this idea out there that's been eating away at me for about a year now. It was originally a D&D campaign that never got played to completion because, really, these campaigns can last years and I was lucky enough to even make it one summer. I'll lay out all the important bits, from beginning to end. I mean beginning to end too, I've had a long time to go over this.

The genre I'm aiming for a spy thriller sort of deal, with mix of drama and a staccato'd doses of heavy action. So think of all this in the mindset of espionage, subterfuge, and suspenseful sequences that'll keep readers on their toes. Got that? Yeah?

All right. Here we go. (I apologize for any misspellings for words missing from sentences. It's 3 AM and I may not be typing at my best <3 )

This idea is based around during the great war in Eberron, based on the continent of Khorvaire.
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War has rampaged over the land for nearly century after Galifar Wynarn III died long ago and left no legitimate heirs. So his cousins, five rulers of five very complex and varied nations, have been at war for approximately ninety four years. Two years before... Before something happens. This is where the story would commence. Ninety four years into this war, the heroes are introduced. Five or six in all, making up a dynamic party like in a regular party based adventure, with one of them being our primary protagonist. I'm sticking with the regular group situation, that being a tank, a healer, a controller (support class), and a DPS class or two. I picture the main pro being one of the last classes. I imagine this group sticking around for the duration, having at least one permanent character death sometime near the late middle of the story. That's all subject to change.

Anyway. These five or six heroes have found themselves, well, SOL. They're either aligned with any of the five nations or are completely independent, whether they are, absolutely irrelevant. What is relevant is that all of them have significant reason to despair. Down on their luck and nearing the end of their ropes, they each find themselves inexplicably tied together by one man. This one man's name is Leicester, and he is our primary antagonist. Sounds obvious enough right? Wrong.

Leicester approaches our misfortuned adventurers and offers them a second chance at their life.

A chance with his organization, which for the moment I am calling the Commonwealth. (Cheesy, I know. I KNOW they used it in the Fallout series, shit, cut me some slack here D: I'm only one man!)

So of course, given the dreary alternative, they accept.

That's the first few chapters. Now let me explain the spheel dealing with the big CW

The Big CW

The Commonwealth is integral to the preservation of Khorvaire. Like many other secret societies, they claim that they serve no one king or queen, that their duty is to the realm. They claim to serve some sort of greater good by keeping the balance of power between the five nations in check. They do this by doing whatever means necessary. The Commonwealth is essentially a self-sustaining Intelligence Agency, packing the manpower, and the technology to be a convincingly real threat.

The Triumvirate

The CW is split into three main headquarters which are called either Enclaves, or Chapters. The three enclaves are ruled by three equally powerful "Chapter Masters."
Ayasha Bloodmourn, a powerful sorceress in her own right, rules the underground Towering Wood Enclave, located in the Eldeen Reaches.
Darrenhall Bloon, a very militant man who breeds an army of monk-type super soldiers rules the island enclave a short northeastern journey away in the Fingerbone Mountains.
Leicester Belinser rules the Talenta Enclave at the center of a mountain in the Talenta Plains.

Positins / Ranking / etcetera

Members of the CW gain prestige and rank by taking on contracts, which function as missions and quests. With each successful contract, the quest-takers are awarded coin and ranking points. New members start at 0 RP and with enough determination can work their way up to the final rank at 1000 RP. This will function as the primary driver for the story. The heroes take on missions, and they quest around for a few years to hone their spy skills and such until they reach about 800 or so RP. At this point they gain the rank of "Wraith-Marshall" and are recognized by the elite members, as well as by Leicester, for their superior skill. Of course, up until this point, they will have encountered many trials, and possibly one of them have died. But they've done it, they have come this far, and now it's time for Leicester to use his wily ways to snake into their hearts and gain their trust.

At this point in the story, Leicester has had little screen time, although when he has appeared, they were monumentally important, and I hope to have established that he is a very honorable man. I want to instill in the reader that Leicester is definitely good. So good that he has the sun shining out of his ass, but not so good as to be considered a pushover. He is their for a reason, and he just justly earned that right in the readers eyes.

Here is where I run into snags
I have an ending mapped out, and I'd be more than willing to share that ending if anyone is interested in this. This point in the story; however, I have been significantly stalled. Here's why:

Leicester has something big planned. Something so big on the wow factor that the gods themselves would be scarred for an eternity or more. He has the trust of the heroes in the palm of his hand, and at their rank, they're ready to start taking contracts from him personally. He needs to work them into carrying out his schemes, whilst at the same time making those schemes appear as if they serve the greater good, and not once make the heroes suspect that he is in fact up to no good.

You see my problem here?

I need to weave this intricate web of lies, deception, cunning, and clever manipulation over the heroes AND the readers. The big reveal near the end is going to be mind numbingly fuck worthy.

The problem is what scenarios can we create that will lead to that conclusion?

Here's some info on Leicester in a hider.

Leicester

The big daddy of them all. The antagonist no one sees coming.

Leicester is as honorable and magnanimous as he is cruel and calculatingly cold. He is thirty seven years old, and has run the Talenta Enclave for almost the whole of his life. He grew up a street urchin, scrounging around for his next meal, living day to day, for six years with his mentor, a man he knew only as Mr. Hobbs. Hobbs taught him the basics of survival in the slummy dead ends of cities. Lock picking, speech craft, pick pocketing. By the time tragedy struck, Leicester was a proficient liar and thief. Hobbs and him would one day be mugged, leading to Hobbs' death. Struck with the sudden loneliness and isolation, Leicester gave in to despair. Until one day he awoke with a strange trinket in his hand. A small obsidian blade, the size of a barbers shaving razor. It was darker than midnight, and in direct sunlight seemed to suck in and eat the rays of the sun. It was a feeble thing then, a creation of pure grief, and despair. Despite this it spoke to Leicester, it formed a symbiotic bond with the six year old, and fed off of his mourning and turned it into a needlepoint of a hate. It was this day that Leicester became what I call a "Blademourner". If I had to classify it, it'd be a mix between a nethermancer and an assassin.

A blademourner gained power through death. He became the first and last of this kind of warrior. Every time Leicester killed with the Blade, he gained a small percentage of the victims knowledge, strength, and abilities. Yeah. OP right? This is a man who has based his entire career off of killing powerful people. He is definitely a force to be reckoned with.

By the time Leicester reached the age of 16, he met Ayasha and Darrenell. They have each come from different corners of the continent, the three seemingly toward each other in this mad gambit of hope and expectation. They each possessed something special that distinguished them from the common people. Together they shared their collective knowledge and came to a conclusion. The war was killing them all. Man, woman, child, it didn't matter. Nearly 60 years into the conflict and no end was in sight. They concluded that if nothing happened, then the war would reach a fever pitch that would consume them all. That day, the Commonwealth was born.

The Blade

The Blade originated in the campaign that all this takes place in. I call it a "Doom" weapon. The progenitor of all my future doom weapon designs. It was the first of it's kind, and it justly deserves an epic origin. All you need to know though, is that the blade has very, *very* slowly, corrupted Leicester. So, you could say he's more Chaotic Good than anything right now. The Blade has perverted his perception of things, which leads to the chain of events that occur near the end of the story that require those intricate manipulations.

So yes. That's all I've got for the moment. I really hope to attract some interest in this, as I can't imagine a better place to share my novel idea. I look forward to any responses and appreciate any and all criticisms and suggestions I receive <3

Rites of Passage Interest Check

Here he is <3

Leicester

Name: Leicester Mont’Claud (Pronounced = Lester)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Blademourner (Assassin) (Level 0)

What did you want to be when you grow up?
Leicester doesn’t think that far ahead. He’s grown up the last nineyears having no one to fend for him but himself. He thinks that life is all about getting to your next meal. At least that’s how he started out. He’s learned that if he bathed often, kept stock of decent clothing, he could make himself out to be a rather convincing model of a noble child. Some days maybe a merchant’s boy, peddling his wares at 70% off.

Who is your Mentor (Bio included in this section)?
For the first six years of his life, Leicester owed his survival to a man he knew only as Mr. Hobbs. Hobbs was nothing more than a beggar, but he was a beggar that fed him, bathed him, and kept him warm at night while he went without. Hobbs, in the short time Leicester was with him, had taught him the basics of survival. In addition to teaching him the Elven language, he was also taught how to worm his way into the pockets of any passersby, and in other cases, into their hearts. Hobbs taught Leicester how to lie, how to cheat, how to twirl a sentence on the tip of his tongue to make people believe whatever improbability he spouted out. It wasn’t until a rainy day in the fall when tragedy struck, where Hobbs was confronted and murdered by street urchins who thought he looked at them the wrong way. Leicester tried to intervene, but was easily knocked out by the older boys.
When he came to, he and Hobbs had been stripped of all their belongings and worldly possessions. He scrambled to his feet to see if he could help his guardian, but he was too late. By the time Leicester clamored over his legs and managed to look into his eyes, Hobbs was nothing more than a cold cadaver. He couldn’t hold back the wrenching sob that escaped his mouth, but was quick to catch himself once he realized he was clutching something in his hand. He gingerly opened it to reveal a small blade made of dark obsidian. It seemed to have been fashioned perfectly for his hand as it fit in a way that made discomfort nonexistent. Thought the metal was black as night, he thought he could see a red tinting to it if looked through his peripheral vision. The blade pulsed, albeit weakly, with an otherworldly energy. When it spoke, Leicester had all but lost his footing. It whispered dark nothings into his mind with a silver tongue that urged him in both justice and vengeance. Leicester had never held a blade before, but to use it to take another’s life? And Why Not? The blade would ask. Why not take a life when another has already been taken. These children committed this crime in greed and avarice. You will be delivering justice to these unenlightened fools. A life for a life. Fair, is it not?” Looking back toward Hobb’s corpse, Leicester resolved that the blade was right. The urchins would pay.

They would. They would pay in blood.

For the last nine years Leicester has been travelling between the cities of Secomber, Loudwater and Llorkh. Growing in strength, lying and thieving whenever possible, he killed only when necessary. He found that as time grew on, with every kill he notched on his mind, he could feel something growing within him, like a muscle worked with strain, but he was sure it wasn’t anything truly physical. It gave him small, but interestingly new abilities. The blade that was once nothing more than a dagger, had grown into a slender shortsword. The sword whispered to Leicester through some sort of telepathic link, guiding him, teaching him, honing his abilities, and occasionally urging him to kill. Leicester resisted the sword’s urgings, and the sword was okay with that. They had each other, and together they would survive. They were the only friends they each had.
What person(s) of interest do you know in the village? Who all do you have a relationship with?:
Leicester is coming to the village with one thing on his mind: Information. He’s hitched a ride with a merchant who says he makes monthly visits to trade with the people there. He has reason to believe, due to the sword’s influence, that there may be others like it in the village, or at least somewhere in the east. Other than that, he knows no one from the village. Aside from his objective, he feels that he needs to leave his comfort zone. The three cities he’s lived in so far have nothing more to offer him. He’s headed east to find new things, and forge new relationships.

Equipment:
1) The Blade
2) Adventurer’s Kit (Inside Flint &Steel, ten days of trail rations, 50ft of hempen rope, set of lockpicking tools, two torches)
3) Mr. Hobb’s signet ring

Class Skills: (Skills taught by the Blade)
1) Moderate Swordplay. Leicester fancies himself a decent swordsman, and has taught himself how to hold and swing a blade. As a blademourner, and the foreign, slender design of his blade, he is constantly developing his own unique technique.
2) Shadow Step – Leicester is as quiet as a mouse in the dark, yet as deadly an owl preying on that mouse.
3) Blademourner’s Drain- Every time Leicester is forced to kill, a small sliver of that creature’s strength is sapped, and stored within him, increasing his attributes by a small amount. These slivers are miniscule at best, but add up over time. The stronger the creature, the more strength that is drained.
4)Dark Reaping – The blade becomes entirely incorporeal, yet solid enough to strike home. For a few moments, with the flick of the wrist, the Blade can stretch up to three times its length, acting as a very sentient whip.

Villager Skills: (Things taught by Mr. Hobb)
1)Speech Craft – Leicester can weave an intricate lie in a moment’s notice.
2)Pick Pocket – Leicester can easily pick the pocket of anyone not entirely aware of their own person.
3) Observant Eye- Leicester is aware of his immediate surroundings at all times, and can recall names, faces, and things said without much trouble.

Rites of Passage Interest Check

I'll be posting a cleric in a bit.

Edit: O. I didn't realize positions had already been taken up. I shall work on something else now and have it in about an hour or two.

Edit Again: It's gonna be a rogue of sorts. More of an assassin type.

Vigil (Superhero/Supernatural Beings Roleplay) [Interest Check]

Totally interested. I already have an idea for a character. My question is, will you be posting a hierarchy of VIgil? I'd like my character to be one of the original members. I wouldn't go so far as to say a founding member (But if that's open, I'd definitely like to traverse that idea), but someone who was in the top tiers of rank.

Rites of Passage Interest Check

Aw, all right. That's fine though, I can work with an Elf or a Human. I just find them kind of boring, you know? Very typical fantasy. Which isn't a problem, I just liked the Kalashtar for the race's tragic history. I'll work on something else <3

Rites of Passage Interest Check

I'm thinking of a divine class, not necessarily a Cleric, and maybe not a paladin. I don't know, I'll work it out. Would you be willing to accept a Kalashtar from the realm of dreams? :O Dal'Quor, I believe it's called.

Rites of Passage Interest Check

I'm very interested in joining this. I'll try to have a character up by tomorrow. I usually run Home and Eberron campaigns, but I'm interested in learning some of Forgotten Realms.